How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 20

Relationships

The following weekend, we jogged over to the park again and met our basketball friends. The two guys we replaced were going to come as well and Mike and Aaron had agreed they would be on the bench today. One would relieve one team and the other would relieve the other team. When they arrived, Jesse and Chuck were fine with that arrangement. Jesse was a young black guy, in his mid-twenties, who’s smile brightened everything around him. He stood about six foot and had a slim but toned body. Chuck was about the same height, light-skinned with dark brown hair. His Bronx accent revealed he originated from New York. He was younger, maybe in his late teens, early twenties. What stood out more than his New York accent was his deep voice. It seemed strange hearing it come from such a slim, young guy.

Rather than mixing the teams up like they normally would, Aaron insisted on a rematch. Mike agreed and kidded Aaron about still feeling the butt hurt from last week. Jesse would be our bench and Chuck would bench for Aaron’s team. Aaron’s team seemed to be a bit off in the beginning, forcing shots they shouldn’t have taken. We were soon up six-zero. Joe was making some great passes and Abe even blocked one of Aaron’s shots. When it reached twelve-six, Aaron called a time out. When the game resumed, Chuck was in for Thomas, and I let Jesse come in for me. The game seemed to change as Chuck seemed full of energy and would streak through our defense and then make a no-look pass to one of the other guys. Jesse seemed a little reluctant to shoot the ball and kept passing the ball back to Joe. The score was soon tied at thirty-two apiece and the timer went off indicating halftime.

During halftime, I told the guys what I had noticed while on the bench, “Chuck is killing us with his no-look passes and sharp cuts to the basket, but he rarely takes a shot himself. Look to defend against his passes until he shows us he can shoot. Aaron seemed a bit rattled in the beginning, but he seems to have shaken off the cobwebs, so he’s probably going to be more aggressive next half.” Joe was going to stay on the bench to start the second half, so Jesse said he’d take point. On the other side, Thomas was back in, and Baker was on the bench.

The game resumed and Jesse wasn’t as sharp on point as Joe, but his passes were sharp, and he handled the ball pretty well. Abe and Mike both intercepted a couple of Chuck’s passes as they were filling in the passing lanes. I was on fire with my shots and after sinking a three-pointer, we were up forty-five to forty. Aaron called a time out and when we resumed, Baker replaced Bo and Joe came in for Carl. I moved into the small forward position leaving Joe and Jesse in the back court. Baker had also moved into the small forward position, and we were covering each other most of the time. He was pretty aggressive on defense, so I wasn’t getting the open shots I had earlier, but I wasn’t slouching on defense either and we were both pretty physical, battling for the ball. A few times when Baker was trying to box me out for a rebound, I found his butt pushing back into my crotch. It was a little distracting and a few times I noticed him giving me a glance below my waist. I ignored it thinking it was just an innocent glance. When the buzzer went off signaling the end of the game, we had won sixty-one to fifty-eight, another close one. Aaron grinned while shaking his head, “I can’t believe you guys beat us again.” Mike laughed and said, “Yeah, but it was another close one. These past two weeks have been two of the best matchups we’ve ever had.” Jerome chimed in, “You’re right about that. I think the new blood’s been good for us. You two gonna keep playin’?” I looked to Carl, and he shrugged, leaving the decision up to me. I said, “I’m not sure about next weekend as we’re going to have two guys from my old high school visiting, but I’d like to make this a regular thing.” Aaron asked, “Could you let us know by Friday evening whether you’ll be here next Saturday? Your boys are welcome to play too if they want.” I smiled and said, “They might be up for that.”

We all headed for the bar to get our reward. As we arrived, I noticed the name of the bar for the first time and asked, “The Flying None? What’s that about?” Thomas laughed and said, “You gotta ask Jimmie. I asked the same thing the first time I saw the sign.” Intrigued, I made a point to ask Jimmie after he was done ribbing Aaron and Jerome for their loss. Jimmie grinned and said, “Well, the original owner was an ex-pilot. He bought the place back in the sixties when he was looking to retire from flying for the airline industry. He was also a big Sally Fields fan who starred in an old comedy about a flying nun down in Puerto Rico. He combined the fact that he was no longer flying and his love of the show and came up with this name.” I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the whole Sally Fields thing, ‘Wasn’t she in a Spiderman movie?’, but I could understand the no longer flying part.

We got our drinks and put several tables together to sit around. As we talked about the game and other trivial stuff, Mike and Aaron asked to swap contacts so we could let them know about the following weekend. As I was giving them my number, I was surprised when Baker asked if I minded if he also stored my number in his phone, he added, “Since we’re both at the college.” I said it was fine with me, but Carl didn’t look pleased. I volunteered to get us some more beers and Chuck offered to help. While we were waiting for Jimmy to get all the beers, Chuck said, “You play pretty well.” I replied, “You’re pretty good on the court yourself. You attend the college?” Chuck shook his head, “Nah, I work swing shifts at the mill on the other side of town. That’s why I couldn’t play last week. Jesse works there too. So, you and what’s his name, uh, Carl, classmates?” I replied, “No, he graduated last year. He works nearby.” Chuck then said, “You two seem pretty close.” I smiled and said, “Yeah, we share a house. He’s my ex’s brother.” I noticed Chuck registering that information and he was about to ask me something else, but then Jimmy brought the beers over and while I paid the bill, Chuck began taking glasses over to the guys. I brought the remaining glasses and sat down and joined the others in conversation. After I finished my beer, Carl asked, “You ready to head out?” I had been intending to have one more, but I could tell something was bothering Carl, “Uh, sure. We could go if you want.”

We said our goodbyes, took our empty glasses up to the bar, and after leaving Jimmy a tip, headed home. As we walked, I asked Carl, “Is something bothering you?” Carl replied, “What? No, why?” I said, “You just seem like something’s off. You’re not your usual happy self. Did something happen during the game or at the bar?” Carl answered in a somewhat irritated tone, “Everything is fine. I’m just a little distracted, that’s all.” I decided to let it go and walked in silence. Out of the blue, Carl said, “Did you notice Baker checking you out?” I looked at Carl in surprise, “What? No. What do you mean?” Carl said, “Well, when he was on the bench, every time I glanced his way, he was watching you.” I replied, “Maybe he was looking for ways to defend me like I do to other players.” Carl grinned and said, “Not the way he was looking, and do you reposition yourself in your shorts when you’re looking for kinks in a player’s armor?” I stopped walking and asked, “Seriously? You’re sure it was me he was watching?” Carl sneered, “Most definitely you, and then when he was in the game, he was almost riding you, trying to push back onto your cock. Then at the bar, he asked for your number. It all adds up. He’s got the hots for you, Jeremy.” I smiled, “So, is that what’s bothering you?” Carl looked like I had just uncovered his darkest secret. He responded unconvincingly, “Uh, no. Why should that bother me? You can go out with anyone you want. It’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything.” I noticed a slight tremble in his voice as he said that. Was Carl falling for me? I wasn’t sure what my feelings for Carl were. I know I liked him a lot and we’d been together now for a while. It seemed like we were friends with benefits, but maybe Carl wanted something more. The way he acted when we talked about Elijah made sense. We walked the rest of the way home in silence. We both seemed to have a lot on our minds.

Once we were home, we both stripped and went to shower. Carl didn’t say anything, and I didn’t ask, I just got in the shower with him. I took the shampoo from him and massaged it into his hair before allowing him to rinse it out. I then soaped up his back and massaged it into his back muscles, kneading the hard knots. I then said, “You’re right, Carl. We’re not in a relationship, technically. How do we define what we have, and are you sending me signals that you want more? I’ve been enjoying what we’ve been doing over these past many weeks, months even, but I never truly thought about what we have, what we are. Maybe we need to discuss this to some degree.” Carl let out a deep sigh and I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad one. I removed my hands from his back. He slowly turned to face me. He gave a slight smile and said, “I’m sorry, Jeremy. I’m probably driving you crazy with how I’ve been acting the past few weeks since you returned from your reunion. Let’s finish showering, grab a bite to eat and sit out back. I think I’d like to have this conversation now.” I nodded and then let him shampoo my hair and soap me up. His massaging of the soap into my body was relaxing. After our shower, we made some sandwiches and ate them with some potato chips. I mixed us a drink and we went out back.

We sat down and each sipped our drinks, then we sat for a few minutes in silence. Just as I was about to say something to get the conversation rolling, Carl said, “You’re right, Jeremy. I guess I have been acting jealous and I have no right to. I missed you during the time you were at the reunion, and I think I might be having feelings for you beyond just a friendship, with benefits.” He smiled when he added that. “I just don’t think it would be fair to you though, at least this soon. Maybe it wouldn’t be fair to me either.” I was a little confused, “What do you mean that it wouldn’t be fair?” Carl turned to me smiling and said, “Look, I don’t even know if you want a relationship with a guy or not, or if so, that I am that guy. Other than the stuff with your buddies from high school, you’ve only been having sex with me, and hanging with me. On my side, I played around with a couple guys, but I was never in any kind of relationship with anyone until you came along. Sorry, I shouldn’t have used that word. But you know what I mean. Maybe we should both see some other people and then decide what we want.” I was more confused than ever, “you mean you think we should start seeing other people?” Carl said, “Yeah, I do, whether you want to start dating girls again or other guys. I think I should give you that freedom and maybe I should as well to see if maybe..” I asked, “Maybe, what?” He turned away and looked straight ahead, “I don’t know. I have feelings for you, but I want to make sure, and I want you to have a choice as well.” I was still a bit confused, “I see. So, would we still have the benefits thing during this experiment?” Carl smiled and said, “I’d like that, if you do too.” I smiled then and said, “Ok. One condition though. We both keep up with prep and use condoms whenever doing anything anal with anyone other than each other.” Carl smiled and said, “Deal.” I surprised Carl by leaning over and kissing him. When we broke our kiss, I asked him, “So, what do you think about Baker?” My question caught Carl by surprise, “You’d like to date him?” I grinned and said, “I don’t know. I don’t know any gay guys and I’m not sure I want to put that out there right now in public, so if I were to date a guy, it would have to be discreetly. You said Baker was checking me out, so I thought if he came on to me, I might consider it. That’s not why I asked you though. I just wanted your opinion of him.” Carl paused for a moment before saying, “If I’m honest, I think he’s pretty cute. From what I’ve seen of his body, he’s in pretty good shape and he does have a nice, tight, muscular butt. That much I noticed when he was practically shoving it into your crotch.” Carl grinned widely after that last line. I laughed as well, then said, “After Kayla, I’m not sure I’m ready for a relationship just yet with anyone, girl or guy. I like what we have or had, but if you want us to see other people, I’m open to that. What are your thoughts on having a threesome sometime?” Carl’s eyes widened and he asked, “You mean with Baker?” I grinned and said, “Maybe. Who knows.” Carl grinned and said, “That might be pretty hot. I know it was supposed to be their punishment, but I did enjoy it when we spit-roasted Elijah and Josh and then when we double-teamed them. Watching Elijah and Josh suck each other’s cocks while we fucked them was pretty hot!” My cock stirred recalling it. Then I said, “I don’t know if that will ever happen again after we admit what we did to them.” Carl nodded and said, “Yeah, but you’re right. We have to tell them.”

We had another drink, and as we sat there, Carl said, “All that talk about group sex has me pretty horned up.”, then he reached over and grabbed my crotch and grinned. I was hard as steel myself. I looked around in panic and said, “Carl, what if someone sees you grabbing my crotch?!” Carl grinned and said, “There’s no one around, but if you want, we could take this inside.” I smiled as I pulled his hand from my crotch, grabbed my drink while standing up and said, “What are you waiting for?” He was right behind me.

We finished our drinks on the way in and set the empty glasses on the kitchen counter. As soon as we made it into the living room, Carl stopped me and pushed me backward onto the sofa. He immediately dropped to his knees and began taking my shoes and socks off. Then he pulled my shorts off, leaving me in just my red Jockey briefs. Carl leaned forward and put his mouth over my sac through the thin fabric. His tongue was moving from one ball to the next wetting the fabric as he swirled his tongue around each one. He looked up to me and even with his mouth around my ball sac, I could see the smile on him and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. I smiled back at him and ran my fingers through his hair. Carl soon moved from my ball sac to bite down on the base of my hard cock, then slowly work his mouth up toward the head. I jokingly commented, “Careful there, Carl. That’s not a corn cob. I didn’t realize you were still hungry.” He pulled his mouth from my cock momentarily to grin and say, “I know it’s not a corn cob, but there’s always room for dessert and I thought I’d see how many licks it takes to get to the creamy center.” I laughed and replied, “The only problem is I remember that owl in that old Tootsie Pop commercial biting it to get to the center.” Carl gave me that mischievous grin of his and then grabbed the waistband of my Jockey briefs in his teeth and pulled them down around my ankles before moving back up to my cock. I pulled off my T-shirt, the only remaining article of clothing I had left on, and then reached down and pulled Carl’s T-shirt off as well. He glanced up with a devilish grin before taking my cock into his mouth. He initially only put his mouth over the head and used his tongue to swirl around it. I found out why after a few minutes because he suddenly stood up and kissed me, inserting his tongue into my mouth, feeding me a taste of my own precum. As we broke the kiss, I said, “Let’s take this into the bedroom because I want some of your cock too.” We went into my bedroom and climbed into a sixty-nine position. He was on top. Soon we were both going at it. I was soon taking him to his pubes with my nose pushing into his ball sac each time. I could feel Carl trying to go deeper on my cock as well, every once in a while pulling off me and coughing after gagging. Undaunted, he would then go right back at it until, after a few minutes, I felt his nose buried in my ball sack. He only remained there for a second or two, then pulled off me choking and coughing again. Once he stopped coughing, he turned to me with tears running down his cheeks and a huge smile on his face, “I finally did it! I took your whole cock!” I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “Yeah you did and it felt great. Congratulations and welcome to the club.”, then I took him back into my mouth. He went back down on my cock as well and continued practicing taking my whole cock. He was still choking and coughing, but he wasn’t letting that stop him and it was driving me to orgasm with the feel and just the thought that he was working so hard to please me. While I sucked on his cock, I also wet my fingers and began playing at his hole, and soon plunged one inside. Carl groaned and began moaning on my cock. Carl pulled my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed to gain access to my own hole. Just as his finger penetrated me, I felt the cum boiling in my balls, ready to release. My moans on his cock grew louder and then, “UUUMMmph!”, as I sent blast after blast of my seed into Carl’s mouth. He began grunting and moaning as well as my cum filled his mouth. Then it was his turn as I received a mouthful of Carl’s cum as his cock throbbed in my mouth with each wad of creamy cum. After we caught our breath, Carl swung around to face me and we kissed while sharing the cum we hadn’t already swallowed. After the cum had dissolved in our mouths, we continued to kiss for several minutes, then Carl rolled off of me and started laughing. I smiled and said, “You did it, Carl. You took my whole cock and it felt fantastic.” Carl replied, “Yeah, I did, but I’m gonna need more practice. I haven’t controlled my gag reflex yet.” I looked at him grinning, “You can practice on me any time.” He grinned back and said, “Let’s have another drink and then I’d like to practice fucking that fine ass of yours.” I laughed and started to roll out of bed before yelling, “OWW!”, after carl smacked me in my right butt cheek. I stood and rubbed at the red hand print he’d left. Carl just grinned and said, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” I smiled and said, “Payback’s a bitch.”

We sat on the sofa, naked while sipping our drinks. Carl kept playing with my cock as he finished his drink. He then rolled off the sofa onto his knees in between my legs and began licking my cock to full hardness. Suddenly, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and pulled me so my butt was hanging over the edge of the sofa. He then wet his fingers with his mouth and then put his mouth over my cock and began slowly sucking my cock. I soon felt a finger at my hole, playing around my tight ring before plunging inside. Carl soon added a second finger and then a third while working his way to the base of my cock with his mouth. “Fuck, Carl! This is so hot.” He then removed his fingers and tried but failed to get his cock to my hole while still deepthroating me. I was both amused and impressed at his attempt. He gave up trying and pulled off my cock, saying, “Fuck it. I can practice that later. I really want to get inside that tight hole of yours.” His fingers had worked at me and it was feeling great, so I nodded and said, “Fuck me, Carl.” He wasted no time aligning the tip of his rigid cock to my tight ring and pushed against it. The head of his cock penetrated me and I inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion, “Fuck!” Carl waited as he watched the expression on my face fade from pain to a small smile. He took that as his clue to slowly enter me and continued to watch my facial expressions. Soon he was planted fully inside me. I felt the fullness of his hard cock. He watched me and then slowly tugged outward a little before pushing back fully inside me again. He repeated that for a little and then slowly sped up. He was now taking full strokes in and out of me and I began moaning in pleasure as his cock raked across my prostate as his cock tugged and pushed back and forth inside me, “Fuck me, Carl. Harder!” Carl smiled at me and began moving faster and slamming harder against my butt cheeks. The slapping of abdomen on ass resounded around the room combined with Carl’s grunts and my moans. Periodically, Carl would lean in and we would kiss as he continued to fuck me. While he was doing this, his abdomen would massage my cock as he fucked me. I began moaning louder into his mouth as my cock fired ribbons of cum between us. He suddenly began groaning louder as well, and soon I felt his cock throbbing inside me, filling me with his warm seed. We remained in that position for a while. His cock still inside me, but slowly softening. We kissed for a bit more, then I pulled back and said, “Let’s get a shower.” He agreed and we got up and headed there as I felt some of his cum leak out and begin to run down the back of my leg.

That night I lay next to a sleeping Carl and thought about the day and what we had talked about. I did care for Carl, a lot. I didn’t know that I loved him but other than Carla and my close family, it was the closest I’d come. Carl wanted us to see more people and maybe even share some. I wasn’t sure, but I had agreed, so I decided to see where things go. Then I thought about Elijah and Josh and the sex we’d had and admitted to myself that I had enjoyed it. Who knows what their visit might bring?

I had just left my last morning class on Monday and had just stepped outside the building where my class had been when I heard someone yell my name. When I turned, I was surprised to see Baker, from out Saturday basketball sessions waving and coming toward me. It was the first time I’d seen him on campus. As he approached, smiling, he asked, “Are you between classes?” I replied, “Yes, I just finished my last morning class.” Baker asked, “Want to grab lunch? I’ll buy.” I smiled and said, “Sure, but you don’t have to buy.” Baker smiled and asked, “Are you sure? I’m more than willing.” I grinned and bit my lip as I thought, ‘Willing to do what?’ , but said, “No, I’ll join you for lunch but I insist we go Dutch.” Baker smiled and said, “Ok. What are you hungry for?” I said, “Your choice.”

We ended up at the local taco joint down the street. It had really good Mexican food and I ordered two tacos and a burrito. Baker ordered enchiladas and three tacos. I found out Baker was a year and a half younger than me. He also told me that his real first name was Chris and that he’d been called Baker ever since high school when there were two Chris’s in their class and every time someone called out Chris, they both were responding, so people started calling him by his last name, Baker. I asked him which I should call him by and he responded, “It doesn’t matter, whichever you want to, but all our basketball friends know me as Baker.” I responded, "Ok, would it be ok if I called you Baker during our basketball games but in private called you Chris?” He smiled revealing the cutest dimples and said, “I’d like that.” Our conversation moved to what our majors were and what classes we were taking. The normal stuff. I then found out he was the oldest of three. He had a sister two years younger and a brother three years younger. He adored both of them and they looked up to him. We compared our schedules and found Monday and Thursday were the only two days we could have lunch together and agreed we would on those two days. After we paid for our lunch, and were getting ready to leave, Chris (Baker) asked me, “What are you doing Friday night?" I told him, “I have two high school friends coming to stay for the weekend. Maybe we’ll bring them along on Saturday.” He looked disappointed, but said, “Oh. Ok. Hope to see you then and I’d like to meet your friends. I’ll see you Thursday then.” I smiled and replied, “I look forward to it, Chris.” He smiled and we left, going to our afternoon classes.

 

End of Chapter 20