Tripod Chapter 3
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Chapter 3:
On Monday morning, before getting out of bed, like any teenager around the world, I grabbed my phone and checked for messages.
Tyler Jacobs: "Hey, Bro. Can we meet up for a minute before school? I really need to talk to you face-to-face"
Me: "Sure. Let's grab a coffee at He Brew at 7:15. I'd rather not talk at school."
He Brew is a great, little, independent coffee shop across from the high school and they really do have the most amazing, rugelach, hamantaschen, strudel and other traditionally Eastern European Jewish sweets. The coffee is delicious, too, as are some of their baristas.
Right on schedule, Tyler walked into the café. He really is a good-looking guy. About 5'7", which is about average for a gymnast, with beautiful dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He's Jewish on his father's side and Italian and Polish on his mom's. Today he's sporting a few days' worth of scruff on his face and looks like he hasn't slept too well. He sees me and waves, then places his order for a coffee, pays and heads over to sit down at my table.
"'Sup, Bro?" Tyler mumbles. He seems to be having a hard time maintaining eye contact with me.
"I'm OK," I say, trying to smile a bit and catch his eye, "I've been better, but I'm a little better today than yesterday."
"Your social post was a fucking stroke of genius," Tyler said, looking up, "Talking about your ethnicity and coming out as gay at the same time, really pushed the talk about your dick into the background.
"I also want to apologize again, face-to-face," he continued. "I was just goofing around, but I crossed a boundary that shouldn't have been crossed. I didn't post anything on social media and didn't talk about the incident with anyone after it happened, but obviously other guys did."
"But you are my friend and should have treated me better," I said, "But what's done can't be undone. And I can see you really are sorry and I forgive you. I do get the feeling that this is going to be one of the weirdest days of my life though."
"Yeah, I know," Tyler interjected, "I said I wanted to make it up to you and I mean it. First, I'm going to walk into school with you today. I want you to know that someone has your back and that whatever rude comments people may make, I'll be there to defend you.
Tyler leaned in to me with a look of deep concern, "The second thing I want to tell you is really personal. You have to promise me you'll keep it a secret."
"Or course," I said.
Tyler looked like he was about to cry. He took a deep breath, then let it out, "I'm bi. I like guys, too."
"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed, before catching myself and lowering my voice. A couple other people in the coffee shop looked over, but turned back after they got a quick look and saw nothing of any real interest. "You've got a girlfriend, and she's hot as hell," I continued, "And you keep bragging about the great sex you guys have. Are you telling me there's a lot more to your story or just that you've never actually had sex with a guy before, but want to?"
Tyler continued, "Megan and I do have great sex. That girl is sweet, smart and wild in bed. But I've also been having sex with a guy friend since we were thirteen. He's bi, too. Sometimes it's really tough, because we do have feelings for each other, but he's also got a girlfriend and it's just been easier to keep it this way. He doesn't mind if I fool around with other guys, as long as it's just sex, but obviously, I need to be really discreet. I don't want to hurt Megan. Girls don't seem to be as willing to `share,' if you get what I mean."
Tyler looked as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. It was obvious he'd never told anyone else about being bisexual, let alone his particular situation.
"Well, since we're confessing, I have something to tell you, too. You also have to promise to keep it a complete secret because, honestly, it's the most embarrassing thing of all," I admitted.
Tyler looked concerned, not for what I was about to say, but because he could see how uncomfortable I was and I'd already been through enough in the past few days.
"No worries, Bro," whatever it is, I'll keep it to myself. Hell, you've got something on me that would really be bad if it got out. I'll keep my mouth shut for sure. And if I can help in any way, you can count on me."
As I opened my mouth, time seemed to slip into hyper mode. My mouth got dry and time just slowed to a standstill. "I'm a virgin."
Tyler literally jumped out of his seat. "No fucking way! How is that even possible? That's a bigger shocker than seeing that monster of yours for the first time. Do you have any idea how many people want into your pants in the worst possible way?"
I cringed, then explained, "I've spent so long being embarrassed because I'm so out of proportion, that I've never even tried to have sex with anyone. In a way, you did me a favor. I've had to get over my shame. Believe it or not, my mom, dad and grandma helped a lot. It was weird as hell talking about my junk in front of them, but they really made me look at things in a different way."
Tyler said, "You have no idea how lucky you are. I think mine would freak. They're not really homophobic, but they're not like PFLAG material either .You've got really cool parents and grandparents. I'm sure they didn't give a shit when you told them you were gay, right?."
"Nope. My dad's brother's gay and in my mom's mom's culture in Mexico, being gay was always accepted.
"Oh, and one other thing," I continued, "My mom told me that going back several generations, on both sides of the family, all the men have huge dicks."
Tyler laughed so loudly that heads turned. Once he regained his composure, we picked up our backpacks and headed across the street.
We walked in the front door of our very traditional-looking high school. Lots of stares. A few snickers. But not as bad as I was expecting. Then I heard, "Hey, Jaime" and turned to see Rebecca Swanson wink at me. She laughed and added, "What a waste. If you ever want to switch teams, text me."
We continued down the hall. I noticed a couple of cute guys glance down at my crotch, smiled, then blushed. Mental note to circle back with them later.
Then we ran into Brandon Grimes. Every high school seems to have a guy who's pissed off at everything and hates everyone. Brandon had greasy, dishwater blond hair, non-descript blue eyes and acne. He wasn't ugly, but certainly no one to get excited about.
"Hey, Mutt. Or are they calling you `Tripod' now?" he snarled. Bad enough you're a fucking half-breed, but now you're a faggot and a fucking freak, too. I bet you spend the whole day sucking your own dick."
"You're such a douche, Brandon. Just shut the fuck up," Tyler said, trying to stick up for me.
People were stopping in the hall to watch what was going on. High schoolers are incredibly nosey and love a good fight.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face, but I was determined to keep control. In my calmest voice, I addressed Brandon, "While my relatives were surviving the Holocaust, fighting for human rights, investigating lost cultures and curing the sick, yours were fucking their own sisters to produce idiots like you. As far as sucking my own dick all day, you're dead wrong. I only do it at night. Why? Because I can. Bet you wish you could. It feels amazing and leaves no mess behind. And it gives me great practice for other dicks I'll suck in the future."
The gathering crowd laughed, clearly in my camp, but Brandon wasn't going to go down without a fight, "My dad says you'll rot in hell, faggot. Read the Bible."
Brandon's dad was a preacher in town. One of those holier-than-though assholes who gets rich trying to convince other people that he will lead them out of temptation. The fact that he was having an affair with one of his parishioners was one of the worst-kept secrets in town.
At this point Rich Kuczinksi-Smith stepped forward. He's a bi-racial kid who was adopted at birth. He's also 6'3" (194cm) tall and on the wrestling team. "Watch your fucking mouth, you shithead. Don't ever call anyone a mutt or a faggot."
Brandon shot back, "I always thought you played for the good guys. So, you've gone gay now, too, half-breed?"
Rich was having none of it. "Not me, you idiot. My two dads. The white one's a cop and the black one is a major in the army. Try calling them "faggots" to their faces and see how long you live. And if you don't shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here, I'm going to beat the shit out of you myself."
Brandon knew he'd been bested. He turned around and headed the other way, the crowd parted to let him through and applauded as he disappeared down the hall. Tyler went off to his locker and I walked towards mine.
As I got near my locker, I froze. Duct taped to the locker was a six-inch tall toy tripod. Yup, short and hung. That's me. No denying it. I decided that I was just going to laugh this one off. No major harm done.
No drama in home room or AP History. My second period class was chemistry. Tyler and I had the class together. I told him about the locker decoration. He cringed, but when he saw that I was just going to laugh it off, he relaxed. The chemistry teacher was Mr. Choi. He was new to teaching and actually, a really good teacher, making the less-than-exciting subject really fun. He also looked like a model who'd just stepped off the runway at Hong Kong Fashion Week.
As the bell rang for the class to end, he called out my name and asked me to see him for a second. The other students left the room.
"What's up, Mr. Choi?, I asked.
"I saw the postings about you on social media this weekend. I'm sure that was pretty rough for you. Are you doing OK?, he said, looking genuinely concerned.
"I'll let you know in a few days. I'm hoping the whole thing starts to fade away and I can get back to my life."
"Your life will never be the same,"Mr. Choi said. "People will be seeking you out. While sex is great, it's better with someone who cares about you for who you are as a person, and not just as an object.
"By the way, if you're interested in joining the Gay-Straight alliance, I'm one of the faculty advisors and we could always use a new face.
"Thanks. I'll think about it," I said, knowing that they really were a good group that had helped a lot of kids feel safer at school.
"Also, once you graduate, if you'd like to get together for coffee or, you know, just look me up," he smiled.
The whole interaction was both sweet and a touch creepy. He actually was only a few years older than me, very attractive and he wasn't proposing anything with an underage kid, just with future grown-up me. I'd put it on my "to-do" list for the day after graduation.
The rest of the morning went pretty smoothly. No huge incidents. I met up with Tyler at lunch.
"You never did tell me who your sort-of-boyfriend is," I said, not really wanting to upset him, but really curious as the same time.
"I trust you and I want to tell you, but I swore I'd never tell anyone. Given the circumstances though, I'll ask him if it would be OK." I guess I'd just have to wait and run through a mental list of Tyler's friends in the meantime to see if I could figure it out.
My last class of the day was going to be Phys.Ed. As weird as the rest of the day had been, it was undoubtedly going to be weirder.
When the time came, I walked into the locker room and opened the lock on my locker. There were about twenty other guys in the class, most of them were already changing. I got my gym stuff out of the locker, but instead of throwing a towel around myself, I figured I'd just get to the meat of the matter, so to speak. I dropped my jeans and underwear, and had my jock and gym shorts ready. But hanging there for all to see was my massive junk. Some of the guys glanced my way, trying to be discreet. Others just stared, shameless. Then it began, "Tripod, Tripod, Tripod." I was a nervous wreck on the inside, but did my best to maintain my composure. I thought for a second. Took a deep breath. Smiled. Held up my hand to silence the crowd. When the chant finally died down. I grabbed my dick with two hands and said, "You're a bunch of idiots. My name isn't `Tripod'. I prefer `My Little Pony.'"
A second of silence, then everyone burst out laughing. I'd won this game of public relations. At least for now.
End Chapter-3