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TRIPOD -- CHAPTER 45
For
the sake of our relationship, and our own sanity, Darius and I decided not to
discuss his school choice until he had all of the acceptance/rejection notices
in hand. It just seemed crazy to talk about the two of us going to Northwestern
when we didn't even know if he would get in.
I
like to think that I was accepted to Northwestern because of my excellent
grades, high test scores and extracurricular activities, all of which Darius
also had, but the fact that I'm a double Northwestern legacy may have helped,
too. After all, it's one of the top schools in the country and very difficult
to get in. It's not MIT, but it's not a community college either. The fact that
both my mom and dad went there would definitely have helped my chances because
Northwestern does consider it in the application process.
Both
of Darius's parents went to UCLA, but legacy status doesn't count there. They
don't even ask about it on the application form. And while Northwestern's
acceptance rate is 7% and UCLA's is 9%, because it's a state school and not a
private one, the bar is much higher to get admitted to UCLA for students who
are not California residents, so Darius faced an uphill battle either way.
The
University of Chicago is even tougher to get into, and given that it has almost
zero focus on athletics, Darius's wrestling prowess probably wouldn't have
counted for much.
The
waiting process was agonizing for not only Darius and me, but for all of my
friends. At least I had an answer. Everyone else was in limbo. The stress was
really getting to us. Spring break was scheduled for the last week of March and
we were expecting most of the decisions by then, except for Eddie's waitlisting
at MIT.
By
the end of the second week of March, responses had started to trickle in.
As
we sat around the lunch table, Seán was the first to recap: "I'm in at DePaul
and Southern Illinois. Those were my top choices anyway. I'm still waiting on
some of my `safe' schools, but I don't really care at this point."
"Have
you decided on a major?" I asked.
"Physical
education. I love gymnastics and I want to continue as a coach," Seán replied.
"That's
really cool, Seán," Eddie began, "and I'm sure there will be hundreds, if not
thousands, of people thrilled to see that amazing butt of yours filling out
tight, gray sweatpants for the foreseeable future."
Seán
asked Tyler and Eddie, "Have you guys heard anything from any of the other
schools?"
"Eddie
and I both got accepted to U of I, but it's like our last choice because I'm
sure Eddie's gonna get in somewhere amazing and we're still waiting to hear."
"Brandon,
you've been really quiet about all of this. What's going on?" I asked.
"I
didn't want to say anything because you guys will think I'm crazy," Brandon
replied quietly.
"Come
on, Brandon," Tyler said, "after all the shit that we've been through together,
you don't think you can trust us?"
"It's
not that. But you guys are gonna make fun of me."
"Brandon,
you're a completely different person from the one we knew and hated last year,"
I said. "We'll support you in whatever you decide to do. You're much smarter
than you give yourself credit for, dude."
"Give
it up, Brandon," Tyler chided. "Lemme guess. You wanna become a professional
pole dancer? Maybe the stand-in penis in porn films? How about entering the Mr.
Twunk Illinois pageant?"
"Shut
up, Tyler," Eddie said, as Brandon sank deeper into his chair.
Eddie,
who rarely got into fights with Tyler, glared at his boyfriend.
Tyler
got the not-too-subtle hint and his whole demeanor changed in an instant. "I'm
only kidding, Brandon. I'm sorry, buddy. Really. Give us the news," Tyler said
in all sincerity.
"After
all the shit that my brother and me have been through and all of the crap that
happens to kids in the LGBTQIA+ community, I've decided that I want to be a
psychologist that specializes in helping trauma victims of physical assaults,
sexual assaults, bullying, whatever. I've already gotten accepted at U of I
Urbana-Champaign, just like you two. I got into DePaul, too. I applied to
Northwestern, but I doubt I'll get in. I'm still waiting. Same with University
of Chicago. Basically, all of the schools that have good psych departments in
Illinois."
"Oh,
my God! Brandon! That's fucking amazing," Tyler screamed. He jumped up and ran
around the table to give Brandon a hug. All the rest of us were on our feet and
surrounded Brandon in an instant.
"We
should do something to celebrate," Tyler said. "We're all gonna be around
during Spring Break, right?"
We
all nodded.
"Well,
my folks both work and I'm now the only one at this table who's an only child.
I'll have the house all to my lonesome self. And me and Little Tyler get sooooo
lonely there. So, how about we plan a little daytime party at my place during
that week? Then maybe we do something almost as fun after, like going bowling
or indoor skydiving? They've got a deal on weekdays during the day, I think.
We
all looked at each and smiled a dirty, little smile.
"Brandon,
is Sho around during the day that week?" I asked.
"He's
won't be on break, and his class schedule is all over the place. Let me check
with him and see. He's been asking about a repeat of New Year's for a while.
I'd be down for it, too"
"Seán,
can we count on you and Connor?" Tyler asked.
Seán
blushed. Then the corners of his mouth turned up in the slightest smile. "Yup."
***
"Is
it OK that I invited Ozzie over for dinner on Friday?" Asher asked on Monday of
the following week, the third week of March. "I know, I should have asked
first. It kind of just popped out of my mouth."
"Ask
Jaime," Dad replied, "Mom and I are having dinner on Friday in the city with
Noah and Jermaine. I guess Lincoln's coming, too. It's Mom's and my last
weekend together before I leave for that three-week production trip."
"It's
cool with me. I was thinking of having Darius over, too. Is this a date or are
you two just hanging out?" I asked.
"I'm
not sure yet, but you should have seen Ozzie when I asked him. His eyes
practically popped out of his head, then he broke into this huge smile. Then,
just as fast, he got a hold of himself and said, `I'd be down for that.' Like
he was trying to act all calm."
"It
sounds like Ozzie is smitten," Mom said.
"Wait,"
Asher said, looking confused, "isn't that what God did in the Bible when people
pissed him off? `He was smitten by God,' or something like that. Doesn't it
mean getting the shit kicked out of them?"
Mom
laughed. "The meaning's softened a bit in the last couple of thousand years.
Now it just means when someone is really attracted to someone else."
"Yeah,
Asher. I think Ozzie's jonesing for you, dude."
"I
figured he'd just come over for dinner and we can talk. Casual. Watch TV. Just
hang out. `Netflix and chill' is what I told Ozzie,"
Asher said.
I
burst out laughing. Mom and Dad looked at each other, slightly concerned.
"Asher,
I'm not sure if you get the meaning of that expression," I said.
"Of
course, I do, Jaime. It's just what it sounds like. You watch streaming TV and
sit around, right?"
"'Chill'
doesn't mean `chill' in that expression, Asher. It means `have sex,'" I
explained.
"What??!!
No!!! Oh, God. No wonder Ozzie's eyes popped out of his head when I invited him
over!"
***
That
whole week brought a flood of college decision notices for my friends.
As
Brandon had suspected, he got rejected at Northwestern and University of
Chicago, but he was thrilled with his choices of University of Illinois and
DePaul. Given that Sho was enrolled at DePaul, it made it an even better
choice, but U of I is a state school, so tuition would be much more reasonable.
The only drawback was that it's a two-and-a-half-hour drive from Evanston when
there's no traffic, so he wouldn't be able to see Sho frequently, maybe a
couple of times a month. He wouldn't have to decide for a couple of months, so
he could wait to see what he was being offered for student loans and aid money.
Tyler
and Eddie had meticulously coordinated their school applications so that they
had a school for each in every city where they applied. It seemed that each day
brought more anxious anticipation and stress. By the end of the week, the
picture didn't look that much clearer:
Eddie
got waitlisted at Harvard, accepted at Stanford, Princeton, Georgia Tech, and
Cal Tech.
Tyler
got accepted at Boston University, rejected at Emory, rejected at Berkley,
rejected at USC, and while he got accepted at Pepperdine, it's insanely
expensive and trying to drive from Malibu to Pasadena on the best of days is a
haul, given L. A.'s traffic. He got accepted at Rutgers, which is a short drive
from Princeton, but it's not as good of a school as University of Illinois.
In
other words, except for the University of Illinois, they had no certain
overlaps that would make them happy. Tyler had a school in Boston, but Eddie
didn't. Eddie had a school in Georgia, but Tyler didn't. Eddie had a school in
northern California, but Tyler didn't. Eddie had a school in Southern
California, but Tyler didn't have one that he was thrilled about due to cost
and distance from Eddie. And finally, while they both had schools in New
Jersey, Tyler felt that he had better schools elsewhere that had accepted him.
They'd have to wait until May to figure things out and the decision wasn't
going to be easy.
Darius
got his acceptance responses that week, too. We'd decided that we'd wait until
Friday, when we could meet face-to-face, to talk about them. I kept asking for
hints but he kept a stern poker face. Ugh, it was messing with my brain.
Gymnastics
practices that week had been brutal. The state championships were scheduled for
early May, just a week before graduation. Even Seán begrudgingly admitted that
we probably didn't stand a chance, but we were entered anyway. On Fridays,
though, we didn't have practice, so it gave me the chance to come home at 3:30
PM and get a nice dinner going. Asher had a rehearsal for Evan Hansen, so he
wouldn't be home until just before 6:00.
I
was surprised to find Mom already at home when I walked in. With Darius's and
my future together about to be laid out on the table, I needed a hug.
"It's
not even 4:00. Working half days?" I joked.
She
laughed. "I know, right? But given how early I've been getting up to keep up
with the pre-production process in Spain, I'm toast. The production staff there
are all sucking down tapas and sangria by now, anyway, so I figured I'd come
home early and get a siesta in before heading out for dinner. Dad's stuck at
the office: a last-minute crisis before he heads out on production next week.
Casting issues apparently. We'll meet up with him at the restaurant at 8:00.
I'm gonna have a drink with your uncles and Lincoln at 6:30."
"Oh.
OK. Have fun."
Mom's
intuition kicked in. She knew in an instant that something was weighing on my
brain. She swooped in for a hug.
"What's
up, hijo? You OK?"
"Nah.
Nervous. I want Darius to stay, but I want him to live his dream. I'm really
conflicted."
"Adult
decisions are tough. High school relationships rarely last, but we love Darius
too, and would be thrilled if he turned out to be the one for you. Are you
willing to sacrifice your own happiness for Darius for at least four years? He
wants to be a lawyer, right? But entertainment law. Where he goes to school for
his undergrad won't matter that much then. Maybe NU undergrad and UCLA law
school?"
"Yup.
Good point. But It's a connections business. UCLA undergrad would give him four
years to meet people in the industry and it would make finding internships
easier."
"Dad
and I know you'll make a good decision together, hijo. We couldn't be prouder of you.
"And
watch out for Asher tonight, OK? But give him and Ozzie some privacy. We
already talked to him about consent and knowing if he's ready. He shouldn't be
pressured into anything. Ozzie seems like a good kid though."
"He
is a good kid. I've asked around at school. Kind of a math and science nerd but
he's got a sense of humor and isn't a total introvert. Other kids like him."
"You're
such a good brother, Jaime. Try to have fun tonight. We should be home around
11. What's for dinner?"
"I
asked Asher what Ozzie eats. He said anything is fine, but I'm not gonna throw
tongue at him, even though the rest of us love it. We're having garlic roasted
chicken, hasselback potatoes and creamed spinach. I'm gonna make strawberry
shortcake for dessert. Strawberries are in season now."
"Sounds
delicious, but given what I suspect is going to go on around here tonight,
maybe you should go easy on the garlic. I'm going to go lie down."
I
laughed. "Mmm. Probably right. Lemon-roasted chicken it is."
This
time I reached out to hug Mom. "I know that I don't say thank you enough. I
guess no kid ever does. You guys work so hard for us and I know I'm really
lucky to have you and Dad as parents. I see what some kids have gone through.
And most parents get so hung up about sex."
"Your
Dad and I were lucky, too. It was really unusual back then to have parents who
were as open as ours were. We'd much rather have you learning about sex and
sexuality openly and where we know you'll be safe, than sneaking around behind
our backs and doing stuff that could be dangerous. Asher is going to be sixteen
in a couple weeks. He's not too young to start experiencing sex with someone he
knows and likes, even if Ozzie doesn't turn out to be someone that he wants to
date long-term."
Another
hug for Mom. "Go get some rest. I'm going to start on dinner. Darius will be
here at 5:00. Ozzie doesn't get here until 6:30."
By
the time Darius let himself in at 5:00, the shortcake was in the oven, and I'd
gotten all of the other stuff prepped and ready to go. I'd made sure to use
different knives and different cutting boards to prep the chicken and the
strawberries. Salmonella definitely wasn't on that evening's menu.
Darius
walked in and gave me a long kiss and a hug. He had a serious look on his face
and I could tell that he had a lot on his mind.
"Other
than having to take dessert out of the oven in ten minutes, I've got about a
half hour of down time just for you before I have to get more stuff going for
dinner tonight. Seeing you is all I've been thinking about all week."
Darius
grabbed a kitchen chair and sat down.
"Here's
the bad news," he began. "I didn't get into either USC or University of
Chicago. The other bad news is that I got into both UCLA and Northwestern."
I
jumped up and down and hugged him tight, a tear forming in the corner of my
eye. "That's awesome!" I screamed.
I
could see he was less than happy.
"I
don't know what to do, Jaime. I've dreamed about going to UCLA since I was a
kid. If I'm going to become an entertainment lawyer, there's no better place to
do my undergrad. On the other hand, you're here and plenty of really successful
people in entertainment have graduated from Northwestern, too. And now that my
family is going to move to L. A., I'd have even less time to spend with you if
I went to school there."
I
sat down and reached for Darius's hand. I gathered my thoughts for a few
seconds, then said, "I've thought a lot about what to say if this happened.
Honestly, for weeks I've played this scene out in my head. I finally decided
that it wouldn't be fair to you if I tried to convince you to stay here. You
need to do what's best for you and your future. And I need to accept whatever
decision you make like a big boy with no whining or pouting. If you decide to
go to UCLA, and if we're meant to be together forever, then we'll figure out a
way to do that. We're sure as hell not expecting each other to be celibate for
four years, but I hope that you don't meet anyone who loves you as much as I
do. Once I graduate, I can move to L. A. and get a job there while you're in
law school. For now, though, I need to stay here. Northwestern is the right
school for me, and having me here is the right thing for Asher. If you decide
you want to stay here, then the decision is yours and yours alone, OK?"
As
tears fell from Darius's eyes, a small smile crept onto his face. He leaned
over and kissed me gently.
"I
know we're really young, and who knows if we'll end up together, but I do know
that if I had to put together a list of what I'd look for in a boyfriend, you'd
check off every box, even the ones way, way down on the list, like `Good taste
in footwear.' That's what makes this decision so much harder, Jaime. I'm gonna
have to think about this. I don't need to decide until May, but I'm not gonna
take that long."
I
nodded and kissed him. Then the timer went off and ruined the mood. I stood up
and took the shortcake out of the oven.
"That
smells good. Can I help with dinner?" Darius asked, wiping the tears from his
face and forcing a smile.
I
handed him an apron and the spinach I'd washed. "Here you go, Holly Homemaker,
put this on and sauté the spinach."
"How
about I take off all of my clothes, except for the apron, and pretend to be
Sammy Slut instead?" Darius asked.
"Sounds
delicious, but Mom's home. She's getting ready to leave in a few minutes. She
needs to be at my uncles' place by 6:30, and Asher should be home just about
the time that Mom's leaving, so you'll have to keep your whisk in your pants
for now."
Right
on cue, Mom walked into the kitchen and gave Darius a peck on the cheek.
"Darius
has some big news, Mom."
"I
got accepted to both Northwestern and UCLA."
Mom
rushed in for a hug. "That's amazing! Congratulations. I'm guessing that you're
struggling with a decision."
Darius
smirked, "How do moms always know this stuff?"
"It's
part of the lifetime membership benefits package of the Motherhood Club. You
get a free perception tune-up when children come into your life," Mom joked.
"I
think I just need to sit with myself and work out the pros and cons of each.
Then decide based on the facts," Darius said.
"Spoken
like a true lawyer," I added.
"I'm
sure you'll make the right decision, and whatever you decide, we love you, and
Barry and I are happy that you're a part of Jaime's life."
Darius
started to tear up again.
"No
time for that," I said. "You've got spinach to cook."
"God,
are you gonna turn into one of those psycho chefs who makes everyone cry?"
Darius asked.
"Too
late. I already made you cry. Now get to work!" I screamed, faking anger.
And
of course, that was when Asher walked in. "God, Jaime. You're such a bitch! I'm
sure Darius is just trying to help."
The
rest of us laughed, leaving Asher clueless.
"Whatever.
I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower. Rehearsals are hard. Lots of running
around. That kid Jacob is turning out to be a complete asshole, by the way. He
keeps telling me that my singing is flat and then gives me tips on how to
improve my performance. Each time I take his advice, the teacher who's
directing us asks why I changed something that was really good to start with.
I'm just going to ignore Jacob from now on."
"Jacob's
obviously jealous, Asher, and wants you to mess up. Just forget about him," Mom
said.
"If
it keeps up, I'll talk to him," I said. "And I'll bring my friends for backup.
What an insecure shithead for picking on a sophomore who's better than he is.
Actors! Ugh. Talk about fragile egos."
I
gave Asher a hug. He was about to head upstairs when Mom reached over and
gently stopped him.
"Remember,
Asher, Ozzie is your friend first. Don't do anything to risk a good friendship
just because he may want to be more than friends. But, if you feel like you and
he are on the same page, remember about consent. Got it?"
Asher
blushed. "If it feels icky to me, don't do it. If he says it feels icky to him,
don't make him do it, right?"
Mom
laughed. "Yup. That's it. And as for you two," she said, turning to Darius and
me, "you're like a couple of horny newlyweds. I'm sure you could teach me a
thing or two."
"Eww,
Mom," I groaned, "TMI."
"All
of you have fun, tonight."
She
waved goodbye and headed out the door; Asher headed upstairs. And Darius and I
got to work on dinner.
"Think
about if we could do this every night. You and me. Just hanging in the kitchen
together and making dinner," Darius said.
I
tensed up. "Don't go there. You have to do what's right for your future and
your career, and not just what's gonna make your dick happy. I don't want to be
in that equation yet. It's not fair to you."
Darius
got really upset. "Do you think you're just some dude I have sex with? Jaime,
give yourself more credit. There's plenty of dick out there, both here and in
L. A., but none of it is attached to you. You should know me well enough by
now. I'm not an emotional leech who only exists when you feed me. I don't sit
at my desk at school blubbering because my boo isn't holding my hand at that
second. But I miss you when we're not together. I see some stupid meme on
social and think, `Jaime would fall over laughing at this.' I watch a nature
documentary on TV and wish you were watching it with me because I could talk
about global warming, and endangered species, and evolution, and all that shit
with you because you're smart and you'd have an informed opinion and you make
me use my brain. Don't insult me by thinking that I only care about that 11"
monster hanging between your legs and not every other inch of that exceptional
little dude that it's attached to."
By
now, the tears were streaming down my face. I set down my knife and took Darius
into a bear hug. Chopping onions could wait. I had no words. We just stood
there hugging.
"God,
is that the best you two can do?" Asher snickered, his
hair still wet from the shower. "I expected to pick up a few pointers I could
use on Ozzie tonight, so I snuck down here hoping to see how to give a good
blow job, but just a hug? I'm disappointed in you two."
Our
magic moment was obliterated in the blink of an eye. Darius and I broke down
laughing, our faces still wet with tears.
"God,
what a perv," I laughed.
"I
was hoping to learn from the best," Asher joked. "Now I'm gonna have to figure
it out as I go."
"You
think Ozzie wants a blow job?" I asked.
"Are
you fucking kidding me? What person with a penis doesn't want that?" Asher
screamed.
"You
have a point," Darius said.
"Have
you been practicing?" I asked.
"Jaime,
you do the shopping. Haven't you noticed that you've had to buy bananas like
twice as often lately? Did you think Mom just needed more potassium after her
workouts?"
Asher
grabbed the largest, greenest banana of the bunch, peeled it, and proceeded to
deep throat the fruit like a python swallowing a possum. Not a gag, not a sign
of hesitation in sight. Then he pulled it out unscathed and gave us an innocent
smile.
Darius
and I looked at one another, our eyes wide with surprise, and we burst out
laughing.
"Just
remember to check that banana for signs of scrapes. You've got to make sure you
use your lips to keep your teeth covered. Nothing worse than getting your cock
ripped open by some clumsy dude's teeth," I advised.
"Not
a nick, not a dent, not a tooth mark anywhere," Asher glowed after giving the
banana a once-over.
"What's
Ozzie been saying about tonight?" Darius asked Asher.
"He's
trying to play it cool, but the kid starts giggling every time I've mentioned
coming over tonight. `Netflix and chill' is all he can
manage to get out of his mouth."
"Have
you guys exchanged any dick pix? Do you each know what the other's packing?"
Darius asked, speaking like a true size queen.
"No!!!
Ewww. I think that's kinda creepy, honestly. I'd rather see it live first. I
get the feeling that this is his first time too, and he wants to do it with
someone he knows and trusts. I feel the same way. Just like Jaime's told me, as
long as the parts work, I'm sure we'll have fun."
"What
about anal? Do you need condoms?" I asked.
"I'm
not ready to go there. Let's just say that the drive-through entrance isn't
ready for business yet and leave it at that."
Darius
and I laughed.
"Let's
get the dinner prep finished, OK? Too much talking and not enough cooking.
Ozzie should be here any second, right?" I asked.
"Yup,"
Asher replied.
"Asher,
set the table," I ordered.
"Oui,
Chef," he replied smiling and saluting.
Ozzie
showed up right on time. Asher let him in and they gave each other casual "bro"
hugs. Then he exchanged fist bumps with Darius and me.
"Dinner's about thirty minutes out. We got a little
sidetracked. Think you guys can survive for half an hour?" I asked.
Asher
and Ozzie both nodded.
"You
wanna go downstairs and play some video games for a while? I'll call you when
everything's ready."
"OK,
Jaime, just give us a shout when you want us to come up."
I
pulled the chicken out of the oven about fifteen minutes later to let it rest
before cutting it up. The potatoes were done fifteen minutes after the chicken.
The creamed spinach only took a few minutes to throw together and when it was
done, I sent Darius to call the boys to come upstairs.
What
should have been an instant stair-climb by two very hungry teenage boys took a
suspicious five minutes. As they reached the top of the stairs, I could see
that Asher's hair looked a little disheveled. He definitely looked flushed and
I could see that both boys were trying to rearrange stubborn erections to be
less noticeable. Asher's pointed up and to the left, tracing a pretty
impressive trail up towards his hip. Ozzie's was trailing down his right pants
leg, not much less impressively.
"So,
who won?" I asked.
"Asher,"
mumbled Ozzie.
"Ozzie,"
mumbled Asher.
"Uh,
we got in two quick games and Ozzie won one and I won the other," Asher said,
convincing no one.
"Well,
maybe you can play another round after dinner to see who comes first. I mean
who comes in first," Darius teased.
Neither
boy could look us in the eyes.
"Well,
I hope you're hungry because we've got plenty. Lemon roasted chicken,
hasselback potatoes and creamed spinach. We've got strawberry shortcake for
dessert," I added.
"I
bet you two are starving," Darius chided. "Can't wait to get something hot and
satisfying down your throats."
Asher
shot Darius a look.
"Ozzie,
Jaime's really an incredible cook. We're both glad Asher had you for dinner
tonight. Sorry, I meant had you over for dinner tonight. Jaime told me that Asher's been
talking about it all week."
Asher
was ready to crawl under the table.
"Honestly,
I have, too," Ozzie responded. "Asher's a really cool guy and I like hanging
out with him."
"Well,
after dinner, maybe some more of you can hang out for Asher... What am I saying?
I meant you can hang out with Asher some more," Darius continued.
"Darius
is just kidding, boys. Sometimes he can be a little hard to swallow."
"You
could have fooled me. You do a pretty awesome job of it," Darius smirked.
"Honestly,
dudes," I began, "all kidding aside, enjoy dinner. Ozzie, we're really happy
you're here. Whatever you guys do after dinner, have fun and play safe. And
remember, you're just beginners at this game. You don't need to make it to
level 69 tonight."
Darius
burst out laughing. Even Ozzie and Asher cracked a smile.
The
boys wolfed their food down in record time, and excused themselves before
Darius and I had even finished.
"Wait!"
I yelled, "Don't you want dessert?"
"Maybe
later, Jaime. Dinner was delicious, as usual," Asher said.
"Yeah,
it was really amazing. I'll wait a while on dessert, OK?" Ozzie asked.
"I
can help clean up later," Asher said, as he pushed Ozzie toward the stairs.
"No
worries, bro. We got this," I replied.
And
like an old, married couple, Darius and I got the kitchen cleaned up and helped
ourselves to fresh strawberry shortcake as we settled down for an evening of
TV. Darius was spending the night, after all, so there was no rush.
We
settled on a nature documentary and cuddled up on the sofa. Our viewing was
peppered with talk about the amazing cinematography, the incredible logistics
involved in shooting nature documentaries, how they always manage to get top
actors to do the voiceovers, and how Asher seemed to be a natural at sucking
cock.
At
9:45 PM, we heard Ozzie and Asher trudge up the stairs. Asher looked like he'd
just run a marathon and his lips were red. Ozzie had kind of a far-off look and
a stupid smile on his face.
Darius
and I gave each other a look, and without saying a word, we decided to wait
until Ozzie left to push for details.
"Would
you guys like some dessert now?" I asked.
Ozzie
took a second to snap out of his post-orgasm stupor. "Can I get some to take
with me? My mom's gonna pick me up in a few minutes. I really love strawberry
shortcake. My dad's mom makes it and it's my favorite. And I'm kinda hungry
again."
"Sure.
Boy, you guys must have been working those joysticks pretty hard to work up an
appetite again," Darius smirked.
This
time, Asher just sighed with a look of profound contentment.
"I'll
have a big piece now, please," he said.
As
he headed for the door, Ozzie pulled Asher into a hug, followed with a soft
kiss on the lips. Then he turned to Darius and me and said, "Thanks for
everything. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life." At the sound of
a car horn, he opened the door and slipped out into the night, no longer a boy,
but a young man.
After
Asher had waved goodbye and shut the door, he walked back, grabbed his dessert
and sat down between Darius and me.
"Well?"
I asked.
"Why
didn't you ever tell me that it feels soooo much better when it's not your own
hand? Like a thousand times better than playing with yourself. First, Ozzie is
a really good kisser. We spent a lot of time just kissing. Once we got
undressed, it was amazing. He has the smoothest, softest skin and even though
he's skinny, he's got a washboard belly and the cutest, little butt."
"Did
you put your banana-swallowing skills to use?" Darius asked.
"Well,
I shouldn't kiss and tell, but fuck yes! Ozzie was squirming around and moaning
and loved every second of it. I guess the practice paid off. And he has a
really nice penis, much fatter than a banana, but I guess I did OK. And I think
he'd been practicing, too, because it felt really, really good and he said that
I had an amazing dick."
"Did
you swallow his load?" Darius asked.
"Ugh,
I'm not ready for that. But let me tell you, we made a huge mess. I think it
took half a box of tissues to clean up. It flew everywhere."
"You
think you guys would do it again?" Darius asked.
"Oh,
yeah!! That was so much fun. Jaime, thanks for always answering my questions
and not making me feel dumb when I asked you about sex and stuff. I think it
made tonight so much less stressful for me.
"Don't
you think it's about time for you two to head upstairs and maybe practice some
advanced skills?" Asher asked.
"Darius
is working on his sword-swallowing and is only a few sessions away from earning
that certification. He's also been practicing sitting on flagpoles and I think
he's pretty close to a black belt at that. Whadda ya say, babe, should we head
upstairs for another practice session?"
Without
saying a word, Darius picked me up off the couch, threw me over his shoulder
and carried me up the stairs. He turned and waved to Asher, then just grunted
like a caveman.
"I'll
take that as a yes," Asher responded, as he turned to head back down to his own
room, the ear-to-ear smile never leaving his face.
End -- Tripod--Chapter 45