Tripod Chapter 49

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Tripod -- Chapter 49

"How'd the fitting go?" Mom asked as I walked in the door.

"OK," I replied, "it's gonna look nice."

"What's the problem? You don't sound happy about it."

"Darius is going to UCLA."

Mom closed her laptop and motioned for me to sit down.

"Are you surprised?" she asked.

"Not really. Just sad. I guess I never seriously thought he'd go to Northwestern, but there was always that little voice in my head that said maybe we could stay together here. I think Darius waited as long as he could to face the truth. That wonderful, little, make-believe world that I'd constructed in my brain is gone now."

Mom leaned in and took my hand in hers.

"I know that growing up hasn't exactly been easy for you. Dad and I did what we could to make this place feel like a safe and loving space, but kids teased you because you're mixed and because you're short and you felt sad and powerless to control it. Despite all that, or maybe because of it, you've grown into a self-assured, resilient, and loving young man who makes us proud every single day. Now you're in another situation where you feel sad and powerless. Our family just lost someone special to us, but we have to pick ourselves up and move on. Having Darius in California isn't that bad. You will find a way to make it work if that is what the two of you want. It will just take some effort from both of you. But Jaime, a sad truth is that people come and go in our lives. Sometimes you think someone will be a friend forever and then you drift apart for no particular reason. Sometimes a person will enter your life for only a short while and have a lasting impact. And other times, they will be with you forever. You don't know yet which one of these kinds of people Darius will be. I do know that your relationship with him has had a profound effect on you, and whether it lasts for fifty years or just until next month, he will be with you forever in one way or another. Our first loves are always special because you feel them so, so deeply. I'm lucky enough to still be with mine, but most people aren't. Life just gets in the way sometimes and a relationship doesn't last. I know that this isn't what you want to hear and maybe your father would give you advice that's more sugar-coated but no matter what happens between the Darius and you, know that your family loves you and that we'll always be here for you."

I just leaned in and hugged Mom. It just seemed like the only response I needed to give her.

"By the way," Mom continued, "Asher cooked up a pretty respectable dinner. He made enchiladas suizas. You've got some competition as chef of the house. And I let him drive when we went to the supermarket. He did pretty well."

"Hmm, sibling rivalry has arrived at the Fine-Cruz home," I conceded.

Then I headed downstairs to talk to Asher.

"I hear you didn't poison anyone with dinner tonight. And you made Mexican food, too? Are you trying to suck up to Mom?"

"Fuck yeah! You'll be out on your ass in no time. That's been my evil plan all along." Then Asher looked up from his homework and immediately picked up on my mood. "What's wrong, Jaime? Does the tuxedo look really bad?"

"No, the tuxedo looks good. It's Darius that's not looking so great. He's going to go to UCLA."

"Is that all?"

"What do you mean, `Is that all?'?"

"Darius isn't dead, Jaime. He's just going to be harder to hold. You guys can talk every day. Fuck, you can have sex every day, if you want to. The twenty-first century is great. Think about the days when the closest you could get to your boyfriend would have been to send used underwear or locks of your pubic hair through the mail. Eww. Now you can sync up your orgasms on camera."

He made me laugh.

"Jaime, I know what it's like to lose people you love who aren't even dead and who live just a few miles away. That's horrible. Trust me, you two will be fine. In a few years, you'll be back together in person. Darius is the perfect guy for you and he knows you're the perfect guy for him. You'll make it work. You'll see."

"I wish I could be so sure."

***

UNCLE NOAH: Hey! I know it's short notice but you guys wanna have brunch on Sunday with the three of us? We've got some news

ME: Me and Asher?

UNCLE NOAH: And Darius, of course

ME: Sounds cool. Give me 5 minutes to check with Asher, Darius and La Jefa...

ME: All good

UNCLE NOAH: My place. 10:30?

ME: CU Then!

***

On Saturday, Mom & Dad had a date night planned. They were going to go out to dinner in Chicago, then had plans to do something afterward that they hadn't done for a while--go out to a club.

"Asher, what's Ozzie doing tonight?" I asked.

"Me," was his terse response.

"So much for holding out in honor of Great-Grandma," I laughed. "Darius is coming over, too. You wanna make dinner or should we just order something?"

"Ugh, Jaime, you read my mind. I didn't want to seem like some lazy ass, but I really don't feel like cooking today."

"Me, either, to be honest. It's been a tough week. What do you feel like ordering?"

"Remember during spring break when we had dinner with Mama Bernice, Grandpa David, and Alte Bubbe? That catfish was amazing. Are there any restaurants that make Southern-style cooking that deliver?"

"For sure. There's a place called Soul Amandean that we used to eat at a lot. It's run by this young couple, Amanda and Deandre. The food is a take on their grandma's and great-grandma's Southern specialties but modernized a bit. The cornbread is amazing. I'm pretty sure they deliver. Give me a sec...yup, here's the menu."

"Catfish, yum! What are chitterlings?"

"It's pronounced `chitlins' and they're pig intestines."

"Maybe next time," Asher smirked.

"Hey, now that you're hanging with Ozzie a lot more, I don't want you to forget about Braden, OK? He's not going to be at West until next school year and he still doesn't have tons of friends."

"Jaime, Braden is my BFF. We can almost read each other's minds. We chat every single day. He knows stuff about me that I haven't even told you and I'm sure I know stuff about him that Brandon doesn't know. I'm not going to drop him because I've got a friend with benefits. Braden gives me benefits, too, just not the same ones I get from Ozzie," Asher laughed. "Besides, we're gonna hang out tomorrow after you and I get back from brunch."

"What time did you tell Ozzie to come over?"

"Around 7:00. Is that too late?"

"Nope. Perfect. I told Darius 7:00, too. I'll schedule the food for 8:00."

"Good planning. That'll give Ozzie and me an hour to get in round one and work up an appetite first."

"Uh, Mom and Dad have a late dinner reservation. They're probably not even leaving here until 8:00. Maybe, just to be polite, you guys should wait until after dinner?"

"Fuck! Jaime, I haven't touched myself in five days. I swear my ball sack looks bigger from sperm overload. I figured I'd stick to tradition for a few days, then wear poor Ozzie out. Ugh, I guess I can wait a couple more hours, but this is like running a marathon and just when the end is in sight, they move the finish line down the road."

"We can just hang out and play video games for an hour before dinner. It'll help keep your mind off of your problem. Or maybe you and Ozzie can go work on some math problems together."

"Stop! Not only would that be the nerdiest thing ever, but ever since you explained to me that sperm shoots furthest when you hold your dick at a 45-degree angle, even geometry makes me horny."

"Mmm. Are you a bukkake boy?"

"What are you talking about?"

"B-U-K-K-A-K-E. Search it."

Asher pulled out his phone and typed in the term. His eyes went wide, then he burst out laughing. "Mmmm. Maybe. But I've only done it with one guy, so I'm not sure what it would be like to get showered by a group. Sounds like fun, but I'll stick with Ozzie for now."

Darius arrived on time, followed by Ozzie just a couple of minutes later. Asher leaned in and whispered something into Ozzie's ear, which caused Ozzie to screw up his mouth for a second before regaining his composure.

"I know, right?" I heard Asher say.

We gathered around the living room TV and played a racing game for a while until Mom and Dad came downstairs at around 7:45. They both looked stylin', I have to say. Ready to hit a club after dinner.

"OMG, Mom! You look ama-zing," Asher blurted out. "Much nicer than normal."

"I'll take that as a compliment, I think," Mom snickered.

"And you better hold onto Dad, too, 'cause the ladies are gonna be hittin' on him. Dad, did you call in Ashley for dressing advice?" Asher asked.

"Jeez, Asher, we're not ancient," Dad responded. "We don't dress up to go to work because we don't have to. Just because we don't do it every day doesn't mean we don't know how. Give a guy some credit, OK?"

"Got it. Don't stay out too late. You're not teenagers, after all. You need your rest," Asher shot back.

Mom and Dad just rolled their eyes and headed for the door.

"Have fun. Don't burn the house down," Mom said.

"No worries," I said.

As soon as the door closed, Asher grabbed Ozzie, pulled him off the couch, and directed him downstairs.

"Call us when the food gets here. I know, it'll be here any minute. We'll be quick."

I turned to Darius and said, "Kids and their hormones."

The food arrived ten minutes later. Without having to call them, Asher and Ozzie poked their heads out of the basement. Asher looked decidedly more relaxed. Ozzie had a big grin on his face.

"We've got fried okra and fried green tomatoes for appetizers," I began.

"Ozzie's already swallowed his appetizer," Asher blurted out.

Ozzie burst out laughing.

"First time. Tasted better than I expected, but it sure was a mouthful," Ozzie smirked.

"Well, you had a five-day backup to deal with. Asher, didn't you return the favor?" Darius asked.

"Ozzie said he could wait until after dinner. We're both starving."

"Wow, such discipline, Ozzie," I chided.

"By the way," Asher said, "I didn't know tomatoes came in green, and what the hell is okra?

It was Ozzie who jumped in to answer the question. "My mom's mom makes great Southern food. You can't fry ripe tomatoes because they'd just fall apart, but the green ones are perfect. She picks `em off the tomato vines she grows in her backyard, then they get sliced, breaded, and fried. Okra is this kind of weird pod that can be slimy if it's not cooked right, but tastes pretty good when it is."

Ozzie pulled his phone out of his pocket, typed something, and handed it to Asher. "Here, take a look. It's great fried though. My dad's side of the family is Jamaican, so their food is different. My dad's mom makes amazing jerk chicken, by the way."

"Well, let's eat so we can all get to jerking other things," I said. "We've got fried catfish, shrimp and grits, collard greens, mac and cheese, and that amazing cornbread. For dessert, there's peach cobbler and banana pudding. Oh, and I almost forgot the braised oxtails."

"Wait, what? You can eat tail?" Asher asked.

Darius couldn't contain himself and practically fell on the floor he was laughing so hard.

"Haven't you already eaten Ozzie's?" I asked.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. That's not what I meant, even though that's a new item on the menu for later."

"Really?" I asked. "You boys are getting pretty adventurous already."

"You've already told me about the stuff you do, Jaime, so why not try it ourselves? If you like it, I know it's not going to hurt or make me feel bad, so I might as well try it."

"Ozzie, that sound OK to you?" Darius asked.

"Sure. I'd be down for that. Asher and me are tight."

This time, Darius literally fell onto the floor laughing.

I had to bite my tongue. "Well, there are condoms and lube in one of the drawers down there. You can see who's tighter."

"Very funny, Jaime," Asher said rolling his eyes. "We'll get to that when we're ready. In the meantime, we're having fun. Now shut up and let's eat."

The food was great. Asher and Ozzie wolfed down their meals and headed downstairs. Darius and I did a little cleanup, then headed to the sofa.

"Whadya wanna watch?" I asked.

"Your cock in my hole."

"Mmm. Is that a new reality show?"

"Hell yeah. The first contestant to get 11" inside my butt wins."

"Not much competition then. I'm the frontrunner."

"Dude, I think you're the only contestant qualified. There are probably only a handful of men in the world bigger than you. And they're not here."

I stood up and grabbed Darius's hand to lead him up to my bedroom.

"Not so fast. Your folks won't be back until super late. Let's do it here."

A sly smile crept across my face. It felt risky and safe at the same time. Definitely a turn-on.

"Sure. Let me just run up and get some lube and a box of tissues."

By the time one minute had elapsed, just enough time to run up to my bedroom and back, Darius was already sitting on the sofa naked stroking his hard cock.

I dropped to my knees and opened wide to take his whole cock down my throat in one move.

"Now that's what I was talking about," Darius purred.

"How about I fuck you first?" he asked.

I nodded before letting Darius's dick slip from between my lips.

I stood up and Darius had my jeans around my ankles in a split second. I pulled off my t-shirt as he carefully slid my underwear down, unleashing the quickly-swelling beast from within. His hands slipped off his own cock and gently took hold of mine, pointing my dick at his open mouth. I sucked in air as the thrill of his tongue and hot mouth engulfing my now-throbbing cock hit me. I reached down to stroke his dick as he slurped on mine. As the anaconda reached its full size, I realized that from this angle, Darius could both fuck me and suck my cock at the same time. But I'd have to ride him cowboy-style to make it work.

I reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of lube. I slicked up my hole, his fingers, and his cock with ample globs, then guided a finger to my eagerly waiting pucker. My cock never slipped from Darius's skilled mouth as he got the hint and plunged a finger up into my hole.

"That's it. That's the spot, babe. Yeah."

A minute later, he added a second, then a third finger of his left hand, which I was writhing on to go deeper. His right hand never left my cock, stroking and swirling, and helping to compound the delicious feeling his mouth was supplying.

"Not good enough," I blurted out. "I need something longer and thicker and I need it now."

Darius just moaned in agreement since his mouth was still full of my cock.

Another glob of lube and I guided his 8" fuck stick into my hole, slowly lowering myself onto my man. Without losing steam, Darius kept up his amazing blow job as I began bouncing up and down on his cock. Each time his fat, cut cock rubbed against my prostate, an irrepressible moan slipped from my lips. With each stroke, I slammed down harder and faster.

"Fuck yeah," I screamed, as I did my best jockey imitation. Only this time, the horse's dick was on the jockey.

After a few more minutes, my legs were getting tired, but Darius's oral skills were getting me close.

"Give me your load! Breed me! Fuck me harder!" I wailed.

Just as I was on the edge, Darius let out a deep moan and bucked his hips up against my downward-thrusting butt.

I threw my head back and wailed as I filled Darius' gullet with gush after gush of my jizz. I could feel his dick pulsing in my hole as he pumped me full with his seed.

After the high had begun to subside, Darius let my cock slip from his mouth and pulled me down to let me have a taste of my juices still on his tongue.

"That was fucking amazing," I said.

"It certainly was," said Asher, as he poked his head out from the basement door. Ozzie was right there with him, speechless, his mouth hanging open.

"If you're going to scream like that and don't want an audience, you should probably head up to your room. We came up to see what all the commotion was about."

Darius just lay back laughing, his dick still embedded in my backside.

"I'd heard the rumors, but you're even bigger. What a cock!" Ozzie stammered in disbelief. "I sure hope you're not just a bottom. What a fucking waste that would be."

"Nah, we're both vers," I replied slightly embarrassed but kind of turned on at having had an audience.

"And Darius can take that whole thing?" Ozzie asked incredulously.

"Like a fucking champ and begs for more. He likes a challenge."

"Well, you've given us a few ideas here. I think we'll head down and see what we can do. Although I'm sure neither of us could impale ourselves and get sucked off at the same time. Just a few inches short," Asher smirked.

"Ozzie, are you staying over?" I asked.

"Nah, wish I could though. I kinda like hanging out with this dude. I gotta bounce at 10. But that still gives us another hour. And to be honest, watching you dudes was hot. I'm ready for round two."

"G'night, Jaime, Darius," Asher said as he grabbed Ozzie by the hand and fled back downstairs with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"I'm ready for my challenge now," Darius purred, as he let his dick slip from my hole.

"Fuck, my legs are burning still. You're not going anywhere. How `bout we cuddle for a while first."

Darius nodded. We curled up on the sofa and the two of us dozed off.

I woke up with a start and grabbed my phone to check the time. 3:10 AM.

"Fuck!!! Wake up!" I said as I shoved Darius awake. "My folks should be home any second. Grab your clothes and head upstairs."

Darius did as he was told and the two of us raced up to my bedroom.

The following morning at around 8:00, Darius was ready for his challenge, which I happily obliged, plunging my morning wood deep into his bowels. Darius squirmed with delight as I banged away until I shot ten healthy shots into his guts.

"Nothing like fucking a hot butt to work up an appetite," I said. "I'm starving."

As we headed into the bathroom, I noticed that Mom and Dad's door was open. It was kind of early for them to be up, given that they'd gotten home so late.

Darius and I took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs. Mom, Dad, and Asher were seated around the table having breakfast.

"Why are you guys up so early?" I asked.

"Jaime, we got home at midnight. After an hour of EDM at the club, we'd had enough. We didn't want to wake you," Mom said with just the slightest upturn in the corners of her mouth.

"You really did inherit the family's most extreme genes," Dad smirked. "Poor Darius. Ouch."

Darius turned beet red, then couldn't contain his laughter. "Practice makes perfect, I guess." He replied.

Asher was having a coughing fit after hot coffee shot out of his nose.

"Next time, please throw a sheet on the sofa first, OK?" Mom chided, as she poured us both some coffee. "Upholstery cleaning is expensive."

"What time do you guys have to be at Noah's?" Dad asked thankfully changing the subject.

"10:30. We'll take the L. I don't feel like riding around for an hour looking for a space on the street."

"Then you'd better get a move on. You should leave here by 9:30," Dad said.

"Noah said he had some big news. Any ideas?" I asked.

"Yes, but he wants to tell you in person."

***

"Well, long time, no see. How are you handsome, young men doing this morning? And who's this hot twink?" asked Ramón the doorman. "Do throuples run in the family?"

"Eww. No!" Asher responded. "Jaime's my brother. I've been adopted."

"Oh, well, I'm happy for you," Ramón said, his attitude making a decided change toward serious, "I know I kid you guys, but you're a really nice family. I've met your mom and dad a bunch of times and I Iove your uncles...all three of them. I'll let them know you're here.

We headed up to Noah's place where Lincoln opened the door to let us in.

"Good morning, guys. Come on in," he said, hugging each one of us.

Noah and Jermaine, who had both been drinking coffee on the sofa, stood up to engulf the three of us in a group hug.

"Come have a seat," Jermaine said.

"We have some big news," Noah added. "First, Lincoln is going to move in with us after the school year is over."

"That's amazing. We're really happy for you," I said. "Does that mean you're leaving Evanston West?"

"No, not at all! I'll just have a longer commute. But I feel like this is my home now and this is where I belong, but I also trust you guys to keep my situation quiet still, OK?"

We all nodded.

"What's the other news?" Darius asked.

Lincoln responded, "My mom tracked me down through Instagram when she was on a trip to Hong Kong. Instagram is banned in mainland China. She sent me a DM and said she was sorry. She wants to see me."

"We're all going to head to Shanghai in July," Jermaine added.

"Oh, my God! It's been what? Like seven years?" I asked.

"Yes. Seven years. I'm as shocked as everyone else," Lincoln replied.

"What about them?" Darius asked gesturing to Noah and Jermaine.

"It took me a while to work up the courage to tell her. Do you know what she wrote? She said if I am happy, then she's happy for me. She's proud that I've become a teacher, too."

"What about your dad?" I asked.

"He doesn't know that my mom's been in contact with me. She'll tell him once we've arrived. I'm not holding out much hope, to be honest. But I'll get to see my mom at least, and then I'll get to show my men around China."

"How long are you going for?" I asked.

"Three weeks," Jermaine responded. "After Shanghai, we're going to Beijing before stopping in Hong Kong for a few days before we fly home."

Asher had been silent this whole time. Then I noticed his eyes were getting teary. I leaned over and hugged him.

"I'm OK," he responded. "I'm so, so happy for you, Lincoln."

Lincoln stood up, walked over, and lifted Asher up off the couch to hug him. "Asher, you have been an example to me of strength, and grace, and determination. You went through much worse than I did and look at you now. I can't tell you whether or not your birth parents will ever try to contact you, but if they do, remember that you already have a family here that loves you unconditionally. This is where you belong, now and forever."

Asher nodded and tightened his hug on Lincoln. Then his arms slowly relaxed and lowered. He gave a good sniff, and said, "Where are we going for brunch? I'm starving. Pancakes would be great."

***

The following morning, the Wannabe Voiceover Guy was there to remind me of why I couldn't wait to graduate. How nice it was going to be not to have to listen to him every morning.

"Good morning students, teachers, and staff. Yes, it's Monday! Get over it. Just a few announcements to start the week off right.

"First of all, for all you seniors, it's prom week. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, you have to buy your tickets in advance. Tomorrow is the last day. They're available on the school's website. You can't just show up and buy a ticket. You won't get in. Got it? Prom starts prom--ptly at 7 PM on Saturday at Navy Pier. It's a long pier, so you don't need to worry about taking a short walk off of it. The Grand Ballroom is way at the end of the pier, which should help to reinforce the strictly no alcohol policy since you'd never be able to get ripped, then make it all the way to the end of the pier anyway.

"Graduation tickets are also available online. Seniors, you are limited to four tickets per family but the ceremony will be streamed live for that lazy uncle who can't get off the couch to see you graduate live.

"And I'm also happy to announce that Eddie Hondo has been named the class valedictorian. His amazing 4.75 GPA puts him at the head of the class. Expect to see big things from that dude."

"I've already seen a big thing from that dude," I snickered to myself, "and I hope to see that big thing again after the prom."

As the week dragged on toward prom, a few important bits of news trickled in. Asher's adoption papers were ready and all that remained was the adoption court hearing, which was set for the week after I graduated.

Eddie got a rejection notice from Harvard. Apparently, they didn't take anyone on the waitlist this year. That left only his original choice, MIT, still undecided. And they wouldn't begin to contact their waitlisted candidates until two days before graduation. Tyler was trying his best to be patient and supportive, but it was just as much agony for him as for Eddie. Acceptance to MIT meant they would be together in Boston. An MIT rejection most likely meant a separation, since Eddie would go either to Cal Tech or Princeton.

Brandon had decided to go to U of I. He liked their psych program better. While it meant a separation from Sho, they could still see each other a few times a month.

Seán decided to head to Southern Illinois, which is over a five-hour drive from Chicago.

None of my friends would be close by. And my boyfriend would be thousands of miles away.

***

The limo was scheduled to pick us up at 4:00 PM to head downtown to the hotel so we could get ready there. Dad had already taken care of getting us checked in.

I packed up my tux, which looked amazing by the way, as well as clothes for the next day, and was just hanging out at home when the doorbell rang. I was the closest, so I went to open the door.

"This is a nice surprise. What are you doing here?" I asked Darius, who was standing there looking hot as hell in his tux.

"Since I can't go to your prom, and you can't go to mine, I wanted to take some pictures together and maybe a video or two to remember this. We can make our own prom, at least for a little while."

"I don't know what to say. What an amazing idea. Get your ass in here."

"Oh, and this is for you."

Darius handed me a small box. It contained a single red rose boutonniere.

"Go put on your tux so I can pin this on you. I'll wait here. I'm afraid if I go up there while you're getting dressed, you'll never make it back downstairs."

"Be back in a flash."

Ten minutes later, I was ready, except for my bow tie.

"You think you can help me with this? I never get it right," I asked.

"My dad gave me lessons this week. Get over here...There you go."

"Looks awesome. Thanks."

"Let me pin this on. The red rose is supposed to be a symbol of eternal love, you know," Darius smiled. "Oh, and one last thing..."

He lifted a small, silk bag from his pocket and pulled two matching bracelets from it. Each had a silver sailor's knot tied to a leather band. The band ended with a wide silver clasp.

"The knot's also a symbol of endless love. The clasp's inscribed. Read it," Darius said.

"'Jaime + Darius. Still cooking.' It's amazing. You're amazing."

Darius opened the bracelet and put it on my wrist. I took his and did the same to him. Then I planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"You always surprise me, ya know. I didn't take you for the gushy, romantic type," I said.

"I want you to have an amazing time tonight. Both during and after the prom. I know how much you love Tyler, Eddie, and Brandon because I love them, too. I'm sorry I can't be there, but dance, eat, and fuck `til you fall asleep from exhaustion. Then tomorrow, I want all the details. And I'll give you mine, although I'm guessing yours will be a lot more fun."

"Asher, can you come up here a second," I yelled.

He ran to the top of the stairs and stared at the two of us. "Wait, did I miss something? I thought you couldn't go to each other's proms. I know you're short, Jaime, but I don't think Darius can smuggle you into his prom in a backpack."

"Very funny. We can't go to each other's proms. I just want you to take some pics and videos of me with this hot guy so we can watch it in fifty years when we have no brain cells left and think that we did go to each other's proms."

Darius burst out laughing, which made for a great shot. Then I pulled up a playlist of romantic music and found just the right song for a slow dance. Asher clicked and recorded until we had a nice collection of images and memories to last a lifetime.

Mom and Dad had gone out for a coffee and got home just as Darius was about to leave.

"Wow! Look at this handsome couple!" Mom gushed.

Dad just looked confused. "I thought...?"

"Nah, we're not going to each other's prom. I just have an amazing boyfriend," I said. "Darius came over so that we could share some prom memories together. He pinned this on me and bought me this bracelet."

Mom started to tear up. Dad came over and hugged the two of us.

"Jaime, I have to say, the money we spent for that tux was worth it. You look amazing. It fits you perfectly." Dad glowed.

I slipped off the jacket and turned around.

"See, even the dress pants look good, although I gotta say that the boys are packed in pretty tight. I don't know how dancers do this night after night."

"Most dancers don't have to pack ten pounds of shit into a five-pound bag. Did I get that expression right?" Asher smirked.

"Perfect," Darius laughed. "I gotta run. Josh and his girlfriend are picking me up soon. You guys are going to Navy Pier and we're at some hotel in Northbrook. Mmm, wanna trade?"

"Nope."

Darius leaned in and gave me a long, sweet kiss, right in front of my parents. It felt weird, but so nice at the same time.

"I love you, Darius Ahmadi."

"You gonna make me say it in front of your folks?" Darius mumbled.

"Yup."

"I love you, too Jaime Fine-Cruz." Then he turned to my folks, "Thanks for making such an amazing kid."

"The pleasure was all ours," Dad said.

It took a second to register, but we all laughed at that one, a dad joke that was actually funny.

***

I was the last to get picked up by the limo driver on our way downtown. Tyler, Eddie, Seán, and Brandon were sprawled out in the back of a huge stretch limo.

As the door popped open the wolf whistles and cat calls started.

"Dude, didn't you get the message? We're getting dressed at the hotel," Tyler said.

"I got it, but Darius showed up and wanted to take some pics with me in my tux, so I figured it was silly to get undressed again. I still need to put some stuff in my hair though. Geez, Brandon, you think you could have gotten a bigger limo?"

"I tried, but they were all booked. This one only fits ten people," he smirked.

"I guess it'll do," I replied.

"You look really hot, Jaime," Eddie said, "I'd love to suck your dick on the way downtown, but I don't wanna risk getting cum stains on that nice tux."

"As much as I'd love to take you up on the offer, my junk's packed so tight in this dance belt that you're gonna need a crowbar to get at it. This isn't coming off until after prom."

Eddie looked disappointed, "OK, we'll behave.

"Hey, the weather's nice," I said, "We should get dressed fast and take pictures along the River Walk, then out on Navy Pier."

The traffic heading downtown was light and we got to the hotel before five. Eddie and Tyler plopped down on one of the beds while Seán headed into the bathroom to shower and get ready. Brandon and I sat on the other bed.

Tyler looked uncharacteristically introspective and said, "I know you guys think that I'm not really the sentimental type and I kinda just go with the flow, but tonight means a lot to me. I know I've never really said it out loud, but I love you guys so much. Even though I still hope that Eddie and I can go to school in the same city, I'm really gonna miss you two. This has been the most amazing year of my life, except for that little hiccup on Halloween. So, to celebrate, I swiped a bottle of cheap champagne from my folks. We'll save it for when we get back, OK?"

"Hey, Ty, remember there's still a chance that you, me, and Eddie could wind up at U of I together," Brandon volunteered.

"It's a possibility, but Mr. Genius here got admitted to Princeton and CalTech, so U of I is probably not in the cards for him. And I gotta say that Boston University is growing on me. I like the idea of being right in a city. U of I is in the middle of a cornfield. Or is it a pumpkin patch? I forget which. If Eddie goes to Princeton and I go to BU, then we're only like five hours away from each other. We can meet up some weekends in New York. It wouldn't be the end of the world, as long as we can find a place in the city to stay for cheap."

"I've got just the place! Ashley's gonna be in a two-bedroom place on Billionaire's Row. Perfect for you two," I said.

"Crisis solved," Eddie said. "There's still a chance I'll clear the waitlist at MIT. There's only been one year in the past five when no one on the waitlist got in. I mean, if I got into Princeton and CalTech, then I'm guessing I've still got a shot at MIT."

"Hey, Brandon, I'm outta the shower, wanna slip in there while I shave and finish up?" Seán called from the bathroom.

"Good idea," Brandon said. "It's already 5:30. We need to be outta here in 45 minutes if we wanna take some pics before prom."

I took off my jacket and Eddie, Tyler, and I cuddled up together on the bed. The most amazing year for all of us was coming to an end.

A few minutes later we heard what sounded like a low moan coming from the bathroom. Within a minute it had grown in intensity and we could hear the sound of a body slamming up against the bathroom wall over and over. A couple of minutes later, the muffled cry, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph" resounded through the door as the banging hit a crescendo and slowly subsided.

Shortly thereafter, Seán emerged all smiles, his flaming red hair perfectly combed. "Tyler, you wanna hop in the shower? Brandon should be out in a minute."

"Seán, did you at least rinse out the tub after you shot your load?" Tyler asked as all three of us stared Seán down with knowing smiles.

Seán's porcelain white skin turned bright red. "Who? Me? Yes, I am a gentleman and there are no more baby O'Hanlons in the tub. Hey, you guys are staying overnight. This was my only chance. Brandon is a fuck machine and I needed some."

Brandon emerged with a sly smile. "Next!" he called.

"Eddie and Tyler, you gotta save it for later. We need to hurry up. Shower and get ready, OK? I wanna be able to post this night's shots on social live as it's happening and we need to take those amazing skyline shots just as the sun sets behind the buildings."

"Yes, Mr. Director," Tyler replied.

Within a half hour, all five of us were dressed and headed for the elevator. An older couple, a husband and wife from the looks of them, got on two floors below us.

"Oh, my, don't you boys all look nice. I know girls always take longer to get ready. You can just wait for them in the lobby. I'm sure they'll be down soon," the lady said with a warm smile.

The couple got off on the mezzanine level and as soon as the doors closed, Tyler said, "I'm sure the girls will catch up to us later after they're done eating pussy. We might as well just go ahead."

That was a night when Chicago put on its best face. The temperature was nearly perfect. Tour boats plied the waters of the Chicago River and throngs of tourists and locals were seated along the banks or walking along enjoying the views. We stopped at various spots to take in the magnificent sights and to shoot stills and video, then headed north just before we hit Lake Michigan, toward the entrance to Navy Pier. Just as the Wannabe Voiceover Guy promised, it took us twenty minutes to walk out to the Grand Ballroom from the main entrance to the pier, but we stopped a couple of times along the way to snap pics.

We five handsome, well-dressed, young men definitely drew the attention of both female and male admirers as we made our way to the prom venue. There's something about getting dressed up that just makes you feel special. All of us walked with our heads held high and huge, shit-eating grins on our faces.

Having managed to get all of the shots on my shot list by 7:00 PM, we made it to the Grand Ballroom right on time. The theme of the prom was "A Picture is Worth a 1000 Words." The ballroom was decorated with hundreds of pictures of the senior class in a multitude of settings, from the classroom to sports to extra-curricular activities and more. We walked around to try to find ourselves among the images. There were a few shots of Seán, Tyler, and me at gymnastics practice and a few of Eddie on the running track. There was one shot with a long lens of Brandon giving me a hug on the school steps. We'd walked around the whole room when we finally spotted a scene we'd hoped to see: the five of us, cracking up laughing, sitting at our table in the cafeteria. I have no idea who snapped the shot, or when, but despite the miserable overhead lights in the cafeteria, the picture turned out great.

The DJ fired up the music at 7:30 and the buffet dinner opened at 8:00. What can I say? Serving six hundred teenagers buffet style for a reasonable sum of money never means a great meal: pizza, burgers, fried chicken, spaghetti with marinara sauce, and a salad made with iceberg lettuce and way too much dressing.

OK, I don't want to be a bitch. Forget the shitty food; the shared experience with my besties was amazing. Ron, Ashley, and Stephanie found us and we all sat together for dinner.

"Well, I gotta say, you boys clean up really well," Ashley began, "but Jaime, you look spectacular, if I do say so myself."

"And I have to say that all of you couldn't have dressed any better. Those outfits look like they were made for you," I added.

"Well, mine actually was," Ashley smirked, then gave a cat scratching gesture.

Ron's tux featured a leather bow tie affixed to a dog collar. He wore no shirt under his tuxedo jacket, which was open to show off his impressive chest. Stephanie wore a black leather bustier on top of a powder blue Cinderella skirt. As weird as it sounds, it worked. Sweet and innocent from the waist down and "I'll spank you silly" from the waist up. Yeah, that's Stephanie.

Ashley's burgundy gown was impeccable. Right off the runway in Milan: a plunging neckline trimmed with feathers and a tight, sequined skirt slit up the side nearly to her waist. Only Ashley can pull off slutty and sophisticated at the same time and make it work. Even her hair looked amazing, braided with strands of rhinestones.

All of us danced together as a group until the lights came up at 10:45 and we headed out. We said our goodbyes to Ashley, Ron, and Stephanie, and then the five of us headed back to the hotel, enjoying the walk in the cool night air. The city was buzzing with energy on that beautiful Saturday night in spring. We got to the hotel and headed upstairs. Seán grabbed his bag and then headed home in the waiting limo.

Tyler, Eddie, Brandon, and I slipped out of our jackets and sat down on the beds. Tyler grabbed the bottle of champagne he'd left sitting on ice in the bathroom sink and popped the cork. No nice glasses. Just red plastic disposable ones. There really wasn't enough to get drunk, just enough to get a little buzz going. After Tyler poured us each a glass. He raised it up and said, "To the dudes who changed my life for the better. Let's promise to get together to spend an awesome night together every year from now until forever."

We all nodded.

Then it was Brandon's turn. "When I look at where I was a year ago, I can't believe it. My life was hell. No friends. I hated myself. Then, thanks to the FBI and you guys, I'm happy for the first time in my life. You loved me when no one else would even talk to me. No matter where we wind up living, I'll never forget you. Friends forever."

"That was all Jaime's doing," Eddie continued. "If it hadn't been for Jaime barreling down the stairs that day with the monster swinging back and forth like a sword, Tyler and I would probably still be in the closet and with our girlfriends. Then, he literally saved my life. Then he forced Tyler and me to sit down, shut up, and learn to forgive you. Being able to just be a couple out in public has been epic. And having you as a friend, Brandon has made me see the world differently."

"I always felt like I was living in the shadows," I began, "too afraid to let my guard down, tired of being teased for just being me, and afraid of the hell I would go through if anyone ever saw me naked. Then this idiot ripped off my towel. It was like having a bandage ripped off. It hurts like hell at first, but then you get over it and things get better. You guys protected me when I needed it and gave me a space to just be myself without being judged. Then you showed me that you could go crazy for my cock without ever forgetting to love the rest of me. Speaking of my cock, I really need to get out of these clothes. I think the dance belt is going to stay in my underwear drawer for a while. Who wants to help set the boys free?"

While Brandon undid my tie and opened the buttons on my shirt, Tyler and Eddie undid the button on my trousers, slid down the zipper, and pushed me down on the bed so they could leave me wearing nothing but the dance belt.

"On the count of three," Tyler shouted.

"One, two, three!" we all shouted, as Tyler and Eddie eased the garment down over my hips. I let out a sigh of relief as my cock and balls were finally free from their prison and hung limply over my left leg.

"This is completely unacceptable," Eddie said. "It looks like all that compression has left your gonads with restricted blood flow. We need to fix that right away."

Eddie leaned over and took the head of my dick in his mouth as Tyler went to work on the shaft and Brandon spread my legs to lick my balls. It reminded me of pigs fighting for their mother's teats but so hot at the same time. Within a minute, the monster was back in fighting form, all eleven-plus inches of him.

"Now that's the Tripod we all know and love," Tyler said. Then he kissed me. Then Eddie kissed me. And finally, Brandon.

"You guys wanna call your boyfriends and give them a show?" Eddie asked.

"Putting on a show is my specialty," Brandon laughed.

We set up our phones on the desk near the foot of one of the beds and called Darius and Sho.

"I can see you boys had a great time," Darius began, "Me, too, to be honest. But it looks like it's about to get even better."

"Come on PreacherBoy XXXL! I wanna private, super-explicit show that this VIP can't get online," Sho demanded.

"Hey, the customer is always right," Brandon replied.

Right on cue, Eddie, Tyler, and Brandon started a strip show to get out of their tuxedos. Once we were all naked, the boys picked up on my dick right where they'd left off.

We went at it for hours, with Sho and Darius right there with us, shouting encouragement, suggesting different combinations and positions, and shooting their loads in sync with the four of us in the hotel room.

By 3:00 AM, we were toast. Brandon and I said goodnight to our boyfriends and ended the video chats. After quick stops in the bathroom, we all curled up in bed. Tyler slept with me and Eddie slept with Brandon. Eddie and Tyler said that they could sleep with each other any time but that this was a special night. It was the perfect end to a perfect day, one that will live with me forever.