How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 19

A Deeper Look

As I read the results of my second test, I was happy to see this one came up negative as well. A month had gone by since I had returned from home and the reunion. It was the end of June, and the semester was over. I was still working but would have the first half of July off for vacation, which I was glad to have been given, seeing I was only part time. Carl had the first week off and that was the week we scheduled with Elijah and Josh to visit. Carl still seemed to hold a grudge against them, at least it seemed that way to me. Any time I would mention their names, especially Elijah’s, he would get a strange, pained look on his face. It made me worry that their visit would be a totally uncomfortable one.

It was Saturday, and I arrived home from the clinic and gave Carl the good news. He greeted me with a smile and a hug before planting a kiss on my lips. He stepped back and said, “That’s great to hear. I wasn’t too worried after you told me what Elijah had said but there was always a question of his honesty.” There was that distrust in his voice and he had just expressed it in his words. I asked him, “Are you sure you’re still ok with them visiting? You still seem to be holding a grudge against them. It’s going to be uncomfortable enough after we confess that it was us who doled out their punishment. That will put enough friction between us. Would you rather I cancel it?” Carl replied, “No! I want to get this behind us. I know you feel guilty about what we did, and I do to some point too. I want to get this over with so we can move on from it.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that at first. He didn’t seem like he was ready to forgive and forget. It didn’t seem like he was even considering befriending them. That concerned me, “Carl, at least make an effort to get to know them. I want this to not only be putting the whole assault thing behind us, but for you to get to know them and for me, to maybe grow my relationship with them more. Because I concentrated so much on training, I may have missed an opportunity to have made friends with them.” Carl looked at me and asked, “Just friends?” There it was. I tilted my head slightly and asked him, “Am I sensing a bit of jealousy?” Carl semi-smiled, and replied, “Jealous? Why would I be jealous? It’s not like we’re in an official relationship or anything. I mean we’re just friends and roommates with benefits, right?” I looked at him while trying to figure the same thing out myself, then he sighed and said, “Ok, maybe I’m a little jealous. We’ve been pretty close these past months and I thought maybe…” He stopped before completing his sentence, so I asked, “Maybe, what?” Carl looked at me for a moment and then turned away. I wasn’t sure what else to say at that moment. With his back turned toward me, Carl said softly, “I think I… I don’t know. I thought maybe we could talk about where we’re going, but I don’t want to pressure you. I mean, I like what we have, but I’m not sure what that is.” I was about to say something when he turned and said, “I think we should have this conversation another time.” And then began walking away toward the kitchen. I called out, “Carl! Wait! Let’s talk about this!” He continued walking away, “Not right now.” but turned away from the kitchen, and went into his bedroom instead, closing the door behind him. I sat down and put my face in my hands.

What had just happened? Carl and I had been having fun these past months. We’d become really close, like brothers. We had a heavy competitiveness between us, but we also had some heavy sex as well. Would I call it a relationship? Maybe it was. If so, it had crept up on me. I had never considered it before. Carl did admit to being ‘a little’ jealous. Was the ‘little’ part a little lie? Did Carl have feelings for me beyond ‘friendship with benefits’? How do I feel about that? What are my feelings for Carl? This was getting so complicated. Carl had opened me up to a new world of man-on-man sex. It wasn’t anything like I would have imagined it to be. There wasn’t a specific role for each of us. Neither of us was feminine in nature which is what I had thought homosexual relationships would have. That wasn’t the case for Elijah or Josh as well. So much for stereotyping. Were Elijah and Josh in a kind of relationship now? I got up and knocked on Carl’s bedroom door, “Carl, are you ok? Would you like to talk?” He didn’t answer. I poured myself a stiff drink, sat down on the sofa, and turned on the tv. I don’t know why. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on. I just sat there deep in thought.

Carl went into his room and closed the door behind him. He was planning on just going into the kitchen to get away and think. Then tears started running down his cheeks. He didn’t want to let Jeremy see him crying, so he had come in here to sit on the bed he was rarely in and cry. He didn’t even know why he was crying. He and Jeremy hadn’t broken up. They weren’t even in a relationship, were they? Did he want to be? Could they be? Even if he wanted to be, would Jeremy. If he asked and Jeremy said no, where would that put them? Would he need to move out? This suddenly had gotten so complicated. He cried some more, not even sure why. Afterward, Carl just sat there wondering what to do. His sudden turn into his room had also caused some complications, some questions from Jeremy. After all, Jeremy had knocked, asking if he was ok. He couldn’t answer or Jeremy would have heard the tremors in his voice from crying. He couldn’t let Jeremy hear that, so he just sat there hoping Jeremy would give up. Fortunately, he did after a few minutes.

I sat on the sofa and as I took the last sip of my drink. I heard Carl’s bedroom door open. He didn’t say anything. He just came over and sat down on the sofa next to me and stared at the tv. We sat there in silence for several minutes before I decided to get another drink. When I returned, I handed Carl a drink I had made him before sitting down. He took the drink and nodded but didn’t say anything. I sat back down, and we both stared at the tv while occasionally sipping our drinks. I periodically glanced his way and noticed him doing the same. I noticed him turn toward me again and turned to him as well. Our eyes met and I saw his eyes water up and I just took him in a hug and held him. He was soon hugging me back. We remained like that for quite a while before Carl said, “Thanks. I needed that.” I replied, “No problem. Me too.” We broke the hug and I said, “If and when you want to talk more, I’m ready.” He nodded, then said, “Thanks, Jeremy.” After another few seconds, he asked, “So, what’s on?” I grinned and said, “Fuck if I know. I haven’t been paying attention to it.” We both laughed and I asked, “Want to sit out back for a while and watch the sun set? It might be more interesting than whatever is on tv.” Carl laughed again and said, “Sounds good to me.” We downed our drinks and made another before going outside. We sat and watched the sun set while we talked about nothing in particular all the while avoiding the conversation that was the one we both were thinking about. We had one more drink before we crawled into bed. There was no sex, but we embraced as we fell asleep.

I woke up Sunday morning to an otherwise empty bed. I crawled out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. Carl was nowhere around. His bedroom door was open, but he wasn’t there either. I walked into the kitchen wondering where he might have gone. He seemed to have been ok when we went to bed. As I made myself a cup of coffee, I heard a car pull into our driveway. Moments later, Carl entered carrying some groceries, “We were almost out of eggs and bacon. I was hoping to get back and start breakfast before you woke up. Guess I took too long.” I smiled and said, “I just got up a few minutes ago. I’ll make you a cup of coffee while you put the groceries away.” We made breakfast and then I washed the dishes while Carl dried them. While rinsing the last pan, some of the water sprayed me, soaking the front of the boxers I was wearing. While I looked on in surprise, Carl grinned and said, “Here, let me dry that.” I went to hand him the pan, but he used the drying towel to grab the soaked crotch of my boxers, including what was beneath. I looked at him as he went down on his knees, threw the towel to the side, and pulled my wet boxers down to my ankles. Carl looked up and grinned, then said, “Since they’re already wet…” Carl’s mouth took in my balls and slathered them up. I was hard in no time. He released my balls and then began licking my cock from base to tip. Every time his tongue would slide off the tip, my cock would slap against his chin, and he would look up at me and smile. Soon my cock and his chin were both shining from his saliva and my precum. Carl then took my cock in his mouth. He worked his lips up and down my shaft while swirling his tongue around the underside. I could tell he was going to practice going deep as he was attempting to go further with each stroke of his mouth. I groaned in pleasure, “Fuuuuck, that feels good, Carl.” He went pretty far down and suddenly pulled off my cock, choking. A string of spittle hung from his mouth and tears were running down his cheeks. I complemented him on his effort, “You’re getting better at It, Carl. I can’t wait for you to get it all down your throat, but don’t rush it. I’d like you to live long enough to succeed.” Carl began laughing while choking at the same time. By the time Carl recovered, there was a string of precum about a foot long hanging from the tip of my cock. Carl stared at it for a moment then looked up at me with a sly grin before sticking his tongue out and moving it under the long string. As his tongue made contact with the bottom of the string, he moved up allowing the string to collect on his tongue until he reached my cock. He then took my cock back in his mouth and went to work again, this time with a lot of my precum as lube. He worked his way further and further down. I warned him, “Carl, you’re getting me close. Want to swap positions with me?” He glanced up at me and shook his head with his mouth still on my cock, “Hmm Umm.” Carl then continued to bob on my cock. His nose was getting closer to my pubic bush each time until it actually brushed against it. He moaned at his accomplishment, “MMMmm HHmmmm!” Seeing and feeling that took me over the edge and I warned him, “Carl! I’m cumming!” Carl quickly pulled back off my cock and grabbed it in his hand and began stroking it while aiming it at his face with his mouth wide open. Wad after wad of my creamy seed began firing into his mouth and splashing across his face. I had one hand on the back of his head and one on his right shoulder to steady myself, “Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! Swallow my cum!” Carl continued to stroke my cock as I squirmed in his grasp as my cock became sensitive as hell. Carl stroked until the last of my cum had seeped out to the tip of my cock. Carl looked up at me with a cummy smile and licked the last of my cum from the tip of my cock, causing me to shudder from the sensitivity. I looked down at his cum-covered face and grinned before leaning down and licking his face clean. Once I had licked him clean, I pulled Carl to his feet, and we kissed. Our tongues pushed my cum back and forth between our mouths until it was gone. When we broke our kiss, Carl said, “That was one of the best desserts I’ve had in a while.” I slowly dropped to my knees and said, “I don’t know. I’d like to try the other flavor before I decide.” I began opening Carl’s jeans and then slid them down his legs. As Carl stepped out of them, I noticed the large wet spot, almost concealing the black eagles adorning his otherwise red American Eagle boxer-briefs. I immediately brought my mouth over the spot, tasting his sweet precum and making the wet spot larger. His cock was throbbing under the material in my mouth. I continued to mouth his hardness through the wet material causing Carl to groan, “Fuuuuck. Oh, God that feels sooo good.” I teased him like that for a few minutes then moved up to the waistband of his briefs and, using my teeth, pulled them down until they were at his feet and his cock sprang up and smacked his abs. I looked up and smiled as I saw Carl smiling back. I gripped Carl’s cock in my fingers as I began licking his balls. Carl said, “Fuck yes, lick my balls. That feels so hot.” I then began licking the underside of his cock and after his precum began leaking down the shaft, licked it off and then took the head of his cock into my mouth. I began swirling my tongue around the crown and then slowly sank down the shaft. Carl took in a long breath, “Ohhhh fuuuuck.” I worked his cock with my mouth and used my left hand to play with his balls. My right hand found its way to cup the mound of hard flesh that was his left butt cheek. Before long I was bobbing deeper and deeper down his hard shaft while my right hand moved from squeezing his butt cheek to brushing my fingers up and down the crevasse between his cheeks. As my nose began making contact with Carl’s pubic bush, my fingers found his tight rose bud. I worked one of the fingers inside and began working his hole. I was rewarded by a surge of precum which encouraged me to add a second finger. Carl was groaning loudly and said, “You’re getting me close, Jeremy. Oh, shit!” I just took his whole cock once more and held it with my lips tight against his pubic bone. As I pulled back, Carl cried out, “Fuck!” His cum began flooding my mouth as his hole spasmed around my fingers. Carl seemed to be holding onto me for dear life as his cock pulsed with each ejaculate of his seed. As his orgasm subsided, he leaned on me trying to catch his breath. I savored the taste of his cum and as he slowly steadied himself, I looked up with a smile. Well, as much of a smile I could give with a mouthful of cum. Just as Carl said, “Wow! That was awesome!”, I kissed him and flooded his mouth with his own seed. We snowballed it back and forth until we had consumed it all, then we broke our kiss and I said, “Yeah, I prefer that flavor dessert.” Carl grinned and said, “Well, to each his own. Well actually, it’s the other way around.” Carl then said, “I guess it’s time for laundry.” I said, “Yep.”, then guided him toward the laundry room as he protested, “Let me get dressed first!” I replied, “Not yet. I’m not finished with you.” He turned and gave me a questioning look, then just grinned. After we loaded the washing machine and started it, I shoved him against it, then stepped behind him and pushed his chest down on top of the machine. Carl was surprised, “Oh fuck!” I smiled as I ran my precum-leaking cock between his solid buns. After I had smeared an ample amount of precum between his cheeks, I retrieved a condom from the shelf above us where we started keeping a stash and put it on. I then grabbed the lube and worked it on my cock and the remainder in his hole and then pressed inward. Carl drew a deep breath as my cock entered him. He glanced back with a grin and said, “Fuck! You’re horny this morning.” I just grinned and he yelped as I bottomed out in one quick shove. As the washing machine began to agitate, I began to fuck him in long, slow strokes. He soon began pushing back into my forward thrusts saying, “Yeah, fuck me, Jeremy. Harder!” I obliged and began slamming into him. I began to speed up my thrusts as he held his ass back and his back arched, taking my rapid thrusts, “Huh! Huh! Fuck! Fuck me! Ahh! Fuck yeah! Pound my hole! Fuck!” The room was filled with grunts and moans, mixed with the slapping of skin on skin and heavy breathing. Carl held onto the washing machine tightly. After what seemed like several minutes, but must have been longer, Carl cried out, “Oh Fuck!” I felt his hole spasming once more, this time around my cock, as his cum sprayed onto the front of the washing machine. I held back until he had almost finished cumming but couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled out of his hole, pulled the condom off, and quickly spun Carl around to face me. He hadn’t finished and two shots hit my balls before I pushed him down and against the washing machine, then unloaded onto his face and into his gaping mouth. By the time I had finished draining my seed, his face was painted with my cum, and he was licking his lips, trying to gather what he could. He then looked up at me with shock written all over his face and asked, “Where did that come from?” I shrugged and said, “I’m not sure. Was I too rough?” He smiled up at me and said, “It really surprised me, but it was pretty fuckin’ hot! On top of that, I got to have seconds.” I laughed and helped him up. I used some of the towels from the laundry basket to clean him up after I had licked the cum off his face. We almost missed the cum on his back and hair from when he shot his load on the front of the washer. We had to wait for the washer to finish before we could shower, or we’d have the water temperature change on us as the washer cycled.

After the washer was done, we put it in the dryer and then got in the shower together. We took our time shampooing each other’s hair and soaping each other up, sensually, but not sexually. Afterward, we sat on the sofa relaxing while waiting for the dryer to finish. As we sat, Carl turned to me and asked, “So, you really have forgiven those two, even after what they did to you?” I looked to Carl and nodded with a slight smile, “Yeah, I did, and I think we got a lot off our chests. I think I know them better now than I ever have. They’re really not bad guys, Carl. Give them a chance. Please.” Carl looked into my eyes and slowly nodded, “I will, at least I’ll try, for you.” I smiled and replied, “That’s all I can ask.”

We finished the laundry and then mowed the lawn and did other yard work. After that we decided to get some exercise and ran up through the local park. We took a break and drank from our water bottles next to the tennis and basketball courts. We heard someone yell, “Yo! Guys! Hey!” We looked over and saw a group of guys sitting and standing around a bench by the basketball court. One of them asked, “Do you play?” I looked at Carl and he shrugged and said, “I’m game if you are.” I turned back to the group and said, "Yeah. What do you have in mind?” We walked over to them and the guy who had called over to us approached and fist bumped us, saying, “I’m Mike. This is Joe and Abe, my homies. The big guy there is Aaron and next to him is Jerome. Then there’s Bo, Thomas, and I’m not sure of this guy’s name.” The guy Mike didn’t know said, “I’m Baker.” Baker looked to be in his early twenties and seemed to be the youngest of the group. He was about six ft. tall with brown hair and a stocky build. Aaron was probably about six-six and huge, though not all muscle. He had blond, sandy hair and a rough, masculine face. His hands looked like catcher’s mitts. Jerome was about six-one or two. He was black and was well muscled. He had a friendly smile and said, “Nice to meet you.”, when Mike said his name. Bo was also a black guy. He was about six-one but skinny. Thomas was maybe five-eleven, maybe six foot. He had red hair and the freckles to go with it. He was thin but toned and seemed a little reserved. Mike had dark brown hair. He was about six-two and looked like a bulky Italian. Joe also had dark, curly hair and may have been of Italian descent as well but was only about five-seven and somewhat thin, the runt of the bunch. Abe was also a ginger but his hair wasn’t the bright red of Thomas’. It was more like a true ginger. He was tall as well, about six-five, but skinny as a rail. All of them but Baker looked to be in their late twenties to early thirties.

As we took the court, it was obvious that we had a disadvantage at center, but otherwise we seemed to match up pretty well. Carl was playing forward while I played guard with Joe. I was surprised by Joe’s ball-handling abilities and quickness. He showed he was a really good point guard. He was making some awesome passes. Unfortunately, the game started off lopsided. Aaron was a brute and was pushing Abe around like he wasn’t even there and we were getting absolutely no rebounds unless they bounced off the rim. Abe was pretty useless at defending against Aaron for the same reason. The one redeeming factor was that everyone on our team seemed to be great shooters and that combined with Joe’s passes kept us in the game. I began to notice something about Aaron and how he handled the ball when he had it. I also noticed Bo took some terrible shots and made some bad passes when someone covered him tightly. We heard the timer go off that Mike had set before the game which signally halftime and a ten minute break. We were down six points, twenty seven to twenty one. Mike seemed pleased by the way everyone was playing and gave Abe some encouragement, “You’re shooting is helping keep us in the game, Abe. Keep it up.” Abe countered, “Yeah, but Aaron is pushing me around like usual. I need to gain some weight. They kick our asses every week.” Mike smiled and said, “Yeah they do but this is as close as we’ve ever been. I think Carl and Jeremy here have helped with that.” Carl and I both said, “Thanks”, in unison. Then I said, “I don’t know if any of you have noticed how Aaron handles the ball just before he’s going to go in for a layup, but if anyone can get close enough, I think you could knock the ball loose. Mike and Carl, Bo seems to get rattled when you defend him tightly, so when he has the ball, be on him. Baker doesn’t get the ball much, maybe because he’s young.” Mike said, “He just started playing two weeks ago when they lost Jared who’s working Saturdays now.” I nodded, then added, “One more thing, Thomas doesn’t shoot much so look for him to pass. Maybe we can get a steal.” Mike smiled and said, “I’m glad I asked you if you played ball. Thanks for the observations. That might help us this half”. The timer rang again indicating that halftime was over. As we got up to get back on the court, I saw Carl grinning at me. I asked him, “What are you grinning at.” He shook his head and said, “Nothing coach.”, and walked onto the court. I laughed and joined him.

The second half started the same way as the first, but then Mike slapped the ball away from Aaron’s dribble just before he reached for it to take a shot. Carl grabbed the loose ball and scored two points. On their next possession, Abe intercepted an errant pass by a closely guarded Bo, tossed it to Joe who passed it quickly to me. I took the open shot and sank it bringing us within two points, forty-nine to forty-seven. A few minutes later, Carl knocked the ball loose from Aaron and Abe grabbed it and laid it up in front of a frustrated Aaron. The game was tied, fifty three apiece. On the next play, Bo had the ball and Carl was all over him. He tried to pass the ball overhead to Aaron, but Carl got a piece of it and it sailed over Aaron’s head, but into Baker’s hands. Baker took the shot and sank it, getting surprised looks from his teammates. Baker surprised us once again when he stole the ball from Mike and made a bounce-pass to Aaron for a layup. On the next play, Joe acted like he was going in for a layup but made a no-look pass to Carl who made a layup on the other side of the basket. Bo missed his shot with Mike all over him and it bounced off the rim into Abe’s hand who then layed it in. We were again tied at fifty-seven and the game was almost over. As the timer continued to tick, Thomas missed his jump shot and Mike recovered the rebound. He passed it to Joe who passed it to Mike. Mike acted like he was going to shoot it, but then passed it back to Joe who quickly shot it to me. I took the open shot, and it went in just as the timer went off. We had won, fifty-nine to fifty-seven. Aaron shook his head in disgust but then smiled and congratulated us, “Well, you finally found a way to beat us. Congratulations. Beer’s on us for a change. Bo came up and fist-bumped us and then gave each of us a hug. We all ended up shaking each other’s hands and then Mike asked Carl and I, “You’re going to join us for a victory beer, right?” Carl looked to me while saying, “We weren’t planning on being this long. Maybe another time.” Aaron the said, “Come on guys. Next time the beer will be on your team again, so take advantage while you can.” Mike said, “We’ll see about that.” We all laughed. I then said, “I could really use a shower. I’m not sure I want to smell up the neighborhood bar.” Abe laughed and said, “They’re used to it. We’re there every week after the game. Come on guys, join us.” I looked at Carl to gauge his response and he nodded. I said, “Sure, but just one.”

We walked to the bar which was just a short walk, about a block and a half. We had passed it on our way to the park. The bartender knew everyone except me and Carl and quickly asked our names. The bartender said, “The first one’s on us as usual, and I’m assuming Mike’s team is buying the next.” Joe spoke up, “Not today.” The bartender looked skeptical until Bo said, “They whipped our butts today, Jimmy (The bartender’s name). Jimmy grinned and said, “It’s about time you guys got a win. Did Aaron play on his knees this time.” That got a laugh from everyone. Aaron then said, “No Jimmy. They beat us fair and square, but it was close, Fifty-seven to fifty-nine. I think Carl and Jeremy here was the tipping point. They’re great players. I hope they keep playing every Saturday.” Carl asked, “Won’t the other two guys we filled in for be returning?” Mike replied, “Yeah, they will, but that will give us some relief players. It wouldn’t be the first time we shuffled the teams around, but we’d keep the two of you on the same team if you want.” Carl looked my way and I shrugged. Carl then said, “We’ll see. Jeremy and I will discuss it.” We talked and joked for a while getting to know the guys better. I was right, they were all in their upper twenties and low thirties except for Baker. Like us, he had been jogging two weeks prior and had been drafted into playing. He was between Carl and my age and was also in college. I hadn’t seen him on campus, but wasn’t surprised since I didn’t live in the student housing and neither did he. He seemed to open up more around Carl and me. I guess it was the age thing.

About three hours and several beers later, Carl and I were walking back home. Carl nudged me and asked, “So coach, wanna play again next week?” I laughed and said, “What’s with the coach thing? I had a great time and they’re a great bunch of guys. I wouldn’t mind doing it again. I was surprised at how great a shot you are.” Carl grinned at me, “Why would you be surprised?” I grinned and said, “Well, you’re not allowed to kick it and it would be tough to knock it in the basket with your head.” Carl laughed and said, “At least it’s a round ball instead of oval.” He then pushed me and almost knocked me over. I then realized how many beers I had downed. I also realized Carl wasn’t walking very straight either.

We arrived home minutes later and showered. Carl got a little frisky while I was shampooing his hair and ended up crouching down and taking my cock in his mouth. I was surprised when he took my cock all the way to the base. He pulled off, choking, seconds later, but once he recovered, he grinned and went right back at it. I rewarded him minutes later. He swallowed my seed greedily before I reciprocated and swallowed his creamy ejaculate as well.

After our shower, we threw some burgers on the grill and had a few more beers while watching the sun set. As we sat there, Carl said, “You know you won that game for us today, don’t you?” I smiled and said, “It was a team effort. Sure, I made a few shots but so did everyone else. You were on fire.” Carl said, “I wasn’t talking about the actual play. The first half you must have been observing every one of our opponents, looking for weaknesses. You pointed those out to us at halftime, which enabled us to use those weaknesses against them. That’s why we won. Dude, you’re coach material! You know that, right?” I smiled and said, “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I always try to look for weaknesses in my opponents when I play sports. Speaking of weakness, I’m beat. I’m going to bed.” Carl said, “Yeah, me too. Let’s call it a night.” As we crawled into bed, Carl asked, “That thing about looking for weaknesses, you don’t do that during sex do you?” I laughed and as I rolled on my side away from him, said, “Goodnight, Carl”, without giving him an answer. Carl snuggled up behind me, and placed an arm over my chest and said, Goodnight, Jeremy.”

End of Chapter 19