How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 24

Innocence Discovered

Chris and I had lunch together again on Thursday and he showed me the tickets and asked, “You still want to go, don’t you?” I replied with a look that said he hadn’t needed to ask, “Of course I want to go. I’ve never seen them play live before.” Chris smiled and said, “I’m glad. Can I pick you up at six? It’s an hour drive and the warmup band starts at seven-thirty.” I said, “Sounds good and I don’t have to drive which is even better.” I don’t think Chris lost his smile until after we split up to go to our next class, my last of the day.

Friday afternoon came and I was excited. I’d never seen Avenged Sevenfold live, but loved their music. I couldn’t remember who the warm-up band was and didn’t care. I was pacing  while waiting for Chris to show up and Carl said, “Dude, you look like a kid on his first date with her dad being the chaperone.” I laughed and said, “I can’t help it. I can’t wait to see Avenged Sevenfold live!” Carl asked, “Is it that or is it nerves because it’s your first date with Baker?” I laughed nervously and said, “We’re going to a concert. It’s not like we’re going on an actual date.” Carl grinned and said, “You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself of that.” I didn’t reply. I just grinned because he might have been right. I asked Carl, “So, what do you have planned for tonight?” Carl shrugged, “I might just stay in.” I heard a car pulling in our driveway and looked out. It had to be Chris, so I yelled to Carl, “I’ll see you when I get back if you’re still up, but it might be late. It’s an hour drive!” Carl called out as I was going out the door, “Have a good time. Give Baker a kiss goodnight when he drops you off!” I grinned as I headed to Chris’s car. I climbed in and fastened my seatbelt as Chris sat there smiling at me. I asked, “What?” He asked, “Ready to jam out?” I said, “Hell yes!” Chris pulled out of our driveway, and we headed for the concert.

Carl turned on the tv and sat back. After channel-surfing for several minutes, he realized there was nothing on that he was interested in. He thought about turning on the X-Box, but that didn’t interest him either. He was bored. Suddenly, he got up and grabbed a shower and then headed out. He ended up at the Flying None where Jimmy asked, “You do realize it’s Friday evening and not Saturday afternoon, right?” Carl laughed and said, “I’m well aware of that.” Jimmy laughed and said, “Ok, you must be sober. I guess I can serve you.” Carl laughed. Suddenly, he heard someone behind him say, “Aren’t you Jeremy’s friend, Carl, right?” The New York accent sounded familiar, and as he turned, he found Chuck standing there, “Yeah, I’m Carl. Chuck, right?” Chuck put out his fist while saying, “Yep, that’s me, bro.” Carl fist-bumped him. Chuck asked him, “Wanna shoot a game of pool?” Carl said, “I don’t play that much, but sure.”

Several games and losses by Carl, as well as quite a few beers later Carl said, “I’ll pay for your beer, but I’m not having one. I need to head home before I get a citation for being drunk in public walking home.” Chuck said, “One more, Carl. I’ll walk you home if you do. You’re not drunk. Just have one more and I’ll walk home with you.” Carl said, “Ok, one more.” They sat down at the bar and Jimmie brought them each a beer. Chuck said, “You’re a much better basketball player than you are at pool.” Carl laughed and said, “You’re pretty good at both, but I’ll bet I’m a better soccer player.” Chuck said, “I can’t argue that. I never played soccer.” They then discussed each other’s play on the basketball court and whether they’d be teammates or opponents tomorrow. They finished their beer and waived goodbye to Jimmie before heading out. On their walk back to Carl’s house, Carl asked, “Can I ask you something, Chuck?” Chuck said, “Ask away. I got nothing to hide.” Carl said, “I heard a rumor that you were in prison.” Chuck shook his head and then said, “It may as well have been, but no. When I was sixteen, I was with a school friend walking home from playing ball and he pulled a knife on some guy, trying to rob him. I had no idea he was going to do that and tried talking him out of it. The guy said he wasn’t going to give him shit, and my boy stabbed him. The guy later pointed us out in a lineup. I got sent to Juvenile Detention until I was eighteen. That’s where I learned how to play ball and also some other stuff.” Carl decided not to ask about the other stuff, but Chuck said, “My first day there I saw this kid sitting in a corner by himself curled up in a ball. When I asked about him, one of the kids told me that a group of kids had used his mouth and butt every night since he arrived three days ago.” Carl didn’t ask, but assumed Chuck received the same treatment, “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Chuck said, “Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know, guilty by association. During the trial, I was hoping the guy would tell them that I tried to talk the kid out of it, but he acted like I was a part of it, didn’t come to my defense at all.” Before he realized it, Carl was in front of the house, “Well, this is my house. Want to come in for a beer or coffee if you’d prefer?” Chuck replied, “A beer would be good.” They went in the house and Carl grabbed them each a beer and then said, “It’s only nine o’clock. Want to sit out back? I can build a fire.” Chuck said, “That would be fire, haha, I mean awesome. It will literally be a fire. It will remind me of when I was a kid and went camping with my parents.” Carl asked, “Do they still go camping?” Chuck replied, "Maybe in heaven. They died when I was fourteen in a train crash. I lived with my grandma after that. I’m actually from Philly. I moved to New York where my grandma lived after my parents died.” Carl said, “Wow, I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. Compared to you, I’ve lived the life of luxury. I’m sorry you had such a hard life and all of it through your youth.” Chuck smiled and said, “It’s all good. I have a good job now and I’m making friends like Jesse, and the guys on Saturday, and now you, Carl. By the way, where’s your boy, Jeremy?” Carl said, “Oh, Jeremy’s at a concert with Baker.” Chuck asked, “You mean Baker, as in the guy who plays ball with us on Saturdays?” Carl said, “Yep, that Baker.” Chuck asked, “Do they hang out a lot? I mean I thought Jeremy and you did that. Fuck, shut up Chuck! Sorry, I’m asking too many personal questions.”  Carl laughed and said, “I’ve never heard anyone discipline themselves out loud before. This was their first da.., uh, concert together. They go to the university and sometimes have lunch together.” Chuck said, “Oh, ok. Yeah, sometimes I’m the only one who can reel my mouth in.” They both laughed. Carl said, “I really like you, Chuck. When I heard the rumors, I thought that you were a guy to keep my distance from. You were trouble, but now I’m thinking that your whole life was filled with trouble that came looking for you. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” Chuck said, “Like I said, It’s all good. I learned how to take care of myself and I’m doin’ ok. I’m just trying to make more friends. Most people hear what you heard and don’t want to get near me. I appreciate you giving me a chance.” Carl said, “I’m really glad I did. I’m glad you came back with me from The Flying None. Let me grab us another beer.” Chuck said, “I really should go.” Carl said, “I’ll call you an uber.” When Carl returned with the beers, Chuck asked, “So you and Jeremy know each other long?” Carl said, “A year or two. Jeremy was my sister’s boyfriend up until about a year ago.” Chuck looked surprised, “Wow! What happened?” Carl gave him the lowdown on what happened between them, leaving out anything that happened between him and Jeremy. Chuck laughed and said, “I’d think you would be the last guy I’d want to share a house with.” Carl said, “No, we hit it off well when they were together, and Jeremy insisted Kayla go for it for her own future. He sacrificed their relationship for my sister’s future. I have to love the guy if not just for that. I loved him like a brother and then..” Chuck asked, “And then…what.” Carl thought quickly and said, “And then we became roommates. What about you, Chuck? Dating anyone?” Chuck said, “Getting friends is tough enough, let alone getting a boyfriend.” Carl was caught off guard by that admission, “A boyfriend?” Chuck said, “Yeah. I’ve known I was into boys since I was twelve. That’s why I stood up for that kid I told you about. I got my ass kicked while standing up for him but only after I broke a few bones myself. After that, they left him alone, me too except when I wanted it. I’m sorry if that’s a problem. I’ll leave now if you want.” Carl said, “No you won’t! I mean, no, you don’t have to leave. I don’t want you to leave. I really like your straight up honesty about things, no pun intended. I wish I could be like that.” Carl asked, “Be like what, a straight shooter or gay, pun intended.” Then he put his hand on Carl’s leg and looked him in the eye. Carl stammered,” I..What?” Before he got another word out, Chuck leaned in, and they kissed. Carl didn’t care if anyone was able to see down into their yard. They kissed until the fire died down and Carl suggested they go inside.

Soon they were inside, stripped and in Carl’s bed sucking each other’s cocks. Before either of them had cum, Chuck pulled off Carl’s cock and said, “Fuck me, Carl.” Carl asked, “Are you sure?” Chuck smiled and said, “More than sure.” Carl reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and some lube. Chuck said, “Let me”, and rolled the condom onto Carl’s hard shaft. Carl then massaged the lube into Chuck’s hole and the remainder onto his condom-sheathed cock before pressing at his entrance. Chuck pressed back into Carl’s cock, taking the tip inside his hole as he breathed deeply and said, “Fuck. It’s been a while.” Carl asked, “Are you sure you want this?” Chuck turned his head toward Carl and said, “Very sure.” Chuck then pushed back onto Carl’s cock, taking it inside himself and continued to slowly impale himself on it until he was pressed tightly against Carl’s pubic bush. Then Carl started fucking him, not violent thrusts but smooth, caring thrusts intended to massage his prostate and make him feel loved, not used. Chuck reacted to every thrust with lustful moans of pleasure. “Oh, yeah. Give me that hot cock. Yeah, it feels so good. Give it to me. Fuck yeah, dude, harder! Fucking give me your big cock, Carl! Fuck yes! Fuck my hole!” After what seemed like a couple minutes, but was over half an hour, Chuck said, “Fuck me harder! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Oh shit! Fuck!” Carl felt Chuck’s sphincter spasming around his cock as Chuck’s cum shot out across the sheets, his abdomen and a few on his cheek. Carl cried out, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum, too!” Carl pulled out of Chuck’s hole and stripped off his condom. Chuck said, “Feed it to me, Carl!” Carl climbed onto Chuck just in time before his cock began spurting wads of cum onto Chuck’s face and into his mouth. They eventually caught their breath and Carl licked up his cum from Chuck’s face before sharing it in a deep, tongue swapping kiss. After a long period of swapping spit and tongues, Chuck turned onto his side and let Carl spoon him as they drifted off to a deep sleep.

Chris and I had a great time at the concert. As we made our way to the car, I talked about all the new stuff they had played, like Cosmic, and Chris agreed, but said he was glad they played a lot of their original stuff as well like Little Piece of Heaven. On our ride home, we continued to talk about the concert, but I noticed Chris’s glances toward me during our conversation weren’t only toward my face, but sometimes downward. I began to think that what Carl had been saying about his blocking defenses playing basketball being something sexual may have been based in reality. My cock began to harden as I considered it. Could Chris really consider me as someone he desired? This guy on guy stuff was new to me. I had thought Carl, and I would mess around but that I’d eventually find a girlfriend, but I grew comfortable with Carl. Then the stuff with Elijah and Josh happened. After that, Carl wanted us to explore things and instead of a girl, Elijah was the one I couldn’t keep out of my mind, even though I had already learned that long-distance relationships don’t work. Chris lived nearby though, but I really didn’t know him that well, other than what he’d already told me. I asked him, “So Chris, what are your plans for your future?” Chris asked, “You mean after college?” I grinned and said, “Yes, once you graduate.” He glanced over for a moment as if wondering why I was asking, then said, “The normal stuff, I guess. Find a job. Buy a house. Find someone to settle down with, not necessarily in that order.” His answer was much vaguer than I was fishing for. Before I had a chance to redirect my questioning, Chris asked me, “So, how about you? What do you plan on doing after college?” The fucker was trying to turn the tables on me, “Pretty much the same as you”, I replied, then asked, “Do you see kids in your future?” Chris kept his eyes forward as he replied, “I like kids.” Another vague answer. I smiled. This kid was going to be hard to crack. Then Chris said, “I heard that your roommate, Carl is your ex’s brother. Is that true?” I sighed as I was getting tired of explaining this, but at the same time couldn’t blame Chris for asking, “Yes, it’s true.” Chris grinned, and suddenly he was pulling into our driveway.

Chris pulled up and put his car in park but left the engine running. I think he was just planning to drop me off. I quickly asked, “Would you like to come in for a drink after that long drive?” Chris smiled and said, “It’s kind of late.” My heart sank, then he added, “But I accept your offer.”, then turned off the engine.

I noticed there weren’t any lights on in the house as I got out of the car. I wondered if Carl was out or if he’d gone to bed. He had said he was going to stay in for the night but may have changed his mind. I did smell the faint odor of wood burning which may mean Carl was out back or at least had been since the odor was very faint. I then wondered, if he had gone to bed, which bed was he in. As we entered the house, I turned on the lights and said to Chris, “We’ll have to keep it down in case Carl’s in bed.” Chris nodded. We went into the kitchen, and I made us each a drink. I asked Chris if he wanted to go out back and make a fire and he said, “Sure. Sounds good. I smelled a faint odor of wood when we got out of the car.” I said, “Yeah, I did too.” Then I said, “I’ll be right back. I want to change into something that won’t matter if I get ashes on them.” I was actually curious to see if Carl was sleeping in my bed. As it turned out, he was not, and his bedroom door was closed, which was unusual unless he wanted privacy in cases where we had guests. He may have expected me to invite Chris in after the concert. I changed clothes, put on some shorts and a tank top, and went back to the kitchen. Chris and I then went out back and found some warm coals fading. Our fire pit/fireplace was a little odd. It had the look of a round fire pit, but in the back, it had a chimney to help draw the smoke up and away from the people sitting around it. We also had added a grill to cook on. I threw more wood on it and got the fire going again as we sat next to each other with our drinks. We talked more about the concert and our college studies, then Chris asked if he could use the bathroom. I told him where it was, and he got up and went inside.

Chris entered the house and headed in the direction which Jeremy had directed, but suddenly a door opened, and a naked Carl walked out and walked into the door Jeremy had directed him. Carl hadn’t seen Chris as he turned to the right sleepily as he exited his bedroom. Chris watched the naked buns flex as he walked into the bathroom. Chris noticed movement through the open door Carl had come from and as he looked in, he saw another person in the bed. The person was obviously a male, he couldn’t see their face, but a hairy, naked leg was obviously sticking out from under the sheets. Suddenly, Chris heard the toilet flush, so he stepped back out of the way until he heard Carl close the bedroom door again.

Chris came back outside with a smile on his face. I was almost done with my drink and asked Chris, “Will you have another?” I was really glad when Chris said yes. After I threw on a few more logs on the fire and sat down, it seemed our chairs were a little closer together. Chris asked, “So, how long have you known Carl?” I thought it odd as we had talked about that earlier, “I told you, I met him the first time when my girlfriend had invited me to her parent’s house for the holidays about two years ago.” Chris then said, “You said he moved in after you and your ex broke up.” I interrupted and said, “No. That’s not accurate. Kayla had an opportunity to study abroad which would help her future career. I encouraged her to do that even though it would mean that we would hardly see each other. Carl was moving to the area for a job he had gotten, and it made sense for him to move in to help pay the rent since Kayla had to move out. That way, I didn’t have to move into the dorms as I couldn’t afford the apartment by myself.” Chris said, “So, Kayla was Carl’s sister?” That question caught me off guard, “Yes. Kayla was my girlfriend, Carl’s sister.” The thought suddenly hit me that Chris was feeling me out. I would have to choose my words carefully. He was either curious about my relationship with Kayla or my relationship with Carl. Chris then asked, “You said apartment. This is a house. You and Kayla lived in an apartment then?” This wasn’t going the way I had imagined it, “Yes. It was a one-bedroom apartment. Once Carl was going to be moving in, we needed something with two bedrooms and instead of an apartment, we got this place.” Chris apparently was satisfied by my answers, “Oh, it was a great decision. You have a nice place here. That fireplace is fire, ere, I mean it’s really awesome!” I laughed, “That new slang can sometimes come out sounding obvious at times, am I right?” Chris grinned sheepishly as I added, “We rent this house from a nice elderly couple. The fireplace was just a pit when we moved in. Carl and I rebuilt it and the Reynolds, our landlords, loved what we did with it.” I then noticed Chris’ glass was empty, “Let me get you a refill.” Chris smiled and handed me his glass, “Thanks.”

I refilled our drinks and walked back out and handed Chris his. The fire was perfect. I sat down and took a sip of my drink. I felt Chris’ leg brush against mine. I didn’t move mine and waited to see if he would pull his away. He didn’t. I decided it was my turn to fish, “So, are you seeing anyone?” Chris replied, “No.” I asked, “See anyone on campus you’d want to?” Chris smiled and said, “Yes, but I don’t know if they’re interested and from what I’ve learned about them, I’m not sure they would be interested.” I pressed, “How do you know unless you ask them?” He hesitated in replying, then said, “If I ask them directly, it might affect other parts of my life and I’m not sure I want to risk that.” I sat back and looked into the fire, “It sounds a lot more complicated than it should be.” Chris said, “It is. I really like them, so I’m trying to feel them out to see if we might at least hang out and go places together.” At this rate, I think it would take until I graduated to get anything out of him, so I went for it, “So, how is that working out?” Chris smiled again, “Well, I think we both had a good time on our first date, and I found out something by accident that is encouraging about a friend of theirs, but I’m still afraid to come right out and ask them.” I then asked, “Are you afraid of rejection or are you afraid of how that may affect those other parts of your life if you reveal yourself to them.” He turned toward me after I asked that and because of how I asked it. He looked me in the eyes and replied, “I think both.” I smiled and said, “So Chris, I’m going to go out on a limb here and correct me if I’m wrong, but first understand this; Anything you tell me will not be repeated to anyone else unless you ok it first. For you to ask a girl at campus out, her rejection wouldn’t affect other areas of your life, so I’m guessing this is a guy.” Chris looked horrified. I said, “Relax, Chris. I told you I will keep anything you tell me between us.” Chris looked down at his lap as he nodded his head and a tear ran down his right cheek, “My parents don’t even know. I’m scared to death how my dad would react. I really like playing ball on Saturdays and wonder what the other guys would say if they found out. They may not even want me to play anymore, but I was afraid most about the guy rejecting me because he’s straight.” I smiled and put my hand on his leg to comfort him, “Well, if the guy is straight, you should almost expect to be rejected, but you’re a great guy, Chris and if the guy has any compassion, he should at least be flattered that you’d want to go out with him. You said the first date went well, so there’s that. Do you really think the guy would out you if you told him?” Chris finished wiping his tears away and was smiling again and replied, “No, not anymore. Now I’m just worried about the rejection, but I think I can handle it.” I then said, “I’m glad you confided in me, Chris.” He smiled at me sheepishly and asked, “So you did have a good time tonight?” I replied, “Of course I did. How could I not? Avenged Sevenfold? Awesome concert. I’m glad you asked me, but I still haven’t paid you for my ticket.” Chris smiled and said, “That was on me, Jeremy. So now I guess I’m ready to face my rejection. Could you be gentle with it?” I looked at Chris, knowing what he was telling me. Carl was right and so was Elijah. I asked, “Me?” Chris said, “I know. Why would you be interested in someone as young as I am and a guy no less. But yes, I had my eye on you that first day we played. You know you’re a fucking Greek God, right?” I laughed, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that. Even Kayla just referred to me as her muscle boy, but Greek God is way over the top. Hell, Aaron is more like a Greek God. He’s built, but have you recently looked at yourself in the mirror? You’re built and cut like I was at your age.” Chris grinned and said, “Yeah, that guy’s a Mack truck, but he doesn’t have the definition you have. Fuck! I’m sorry. You were in the middle of telling me sorry, but no.” I smiled again, “Look, Chris, here’s where I stand. Wait! What did you find out about a friend of mine?” Chris grinned again, “When I went in to use the bathroom, before I got there, Carl came out of his bedroom and walked into the bathroom before I got there. He didn’t notice me. Then, I saw movement from the room he came out of and saw a hairy leg sticking out from under the blanket.” My eyes lit up and I said, “Really? Carl has someone in his bed?” Chris nodded with a grin on his face. I grinned and said, “I’m assuming it’s a guy or a very masculine girl.” Chris laughed and said, “I think it’s the former. Were you aware of this before?” I grinned and asked, “Before what?” Chris said, “Before he moved in?” I said, “No, but that’s another story. As I was saying, Chris, my life is in a bit of turmoil right now. I’m not sure where I am any longer, but I’m not outright rejecting you. I like you and would like to get to know you better. I’d also like for us to go places together. I just don’t want you to think or hope that we will have an exclusive relationship together, at least for now.” Chris’ eyes lit up, “So you’re gay too?” I put up my hands and said, “I’m not sure what I am right now. I loved Kayla and wanted to marry her and have children with her. That’s no longer worth pursuing. I have had sex with other guys since then and found I liked it, but I don’t know that I’d rather have sex with guys, if you can understand that.” Chris looked into my eyes and asked, “Can we at least think about exploring things together?” I smiled and said, “I’d like that.”, then I leaned in and kissed him. He seemed to melt into me as we wrapped our arms around each other, and he allowed my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for a few minutes and my left hand made its way to his crotch where I discovered a steely hard shaft. He moaned against my lips as I made contact and his stiff rod jumped at my touch. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “Oh, fuck! I’m about to cum!” I quickly moved my hand from his cock to his balls and pulled them down, hard. He groaned and then his breathing slowed again as he turned a shade of pink, smiled sheepishly, and said, “Thanks for saving me from that. I feel so embarrassed. I’m sorry.” I smiled and said, “Don’t be sorry and you don’t have to be embarrassed, either. I’m flattered that I could make you almost cum by just touching your cock through your pants. I’m assuming you haven’t done this very much.” He turned a shade darker and said, “ I’ve only ever kissed another boy three times, and two of those were on a dare at a party. The other one was when I was fifteen at a boy scout camping trip. There were three of us in our tent and on the last night. Me and one of the other boys, Trent, went into our tent to get ready for bed. We got undressed and climbed into our sleeping bags. We rolled over and were talking and suddenly, Trent leaned in and kissed me. At first, I pulled back, surprised and a little scared, but then I leaned in, and we began kissing again. Then we heard footsteps outside our tent and stopped kissing. The other boy, Chad, came into the tent to go to sleep. I had leaked a lot in my underwear and my cock was chubbed so much I had to keep my hand over it to hide it. After Chad climbed into his sleeping bag, I quietly pulled down my underwear and took my cock into my hand and blew my load almost immediately. I used my already damp underwear to clean the cum off my stomach and chest. I had to wait for the other two to leave the tent the next day before I could climb out of my sleeping bag, naked, and get dressed.” I couldn’t help but grin while I listened to his story. It made him more adorable than before. I also knew he was much more innocent than I had thought, and I would have to act accordingly. I asked him, “So, my hand was the first to touch your cock?” He grinned and shook his head before saying, “Other than the doctors and nurses.”  His dimples reminded me of Josh’s, but his were more adorable on his extremely cute face. I noticed the fire dying and offered, “Would you like to go inside? Maybe you’ll let me touch it again, without your pants on this time.” Chris grinned and said, “I’d like that, but be ready to do what you just did earlier so I don’t cum too quickly.” I laughed and said, “I’ll try to make it last for you, but I’m sure you’ll be able to recover quickly. Maybe we’ll see how many times you can cum in one night. Let’s go inside.” He almost jumped out of his chair and then grinned as I looked down at the tent in his pants.

We went inside and I made us another drink before heading into my bedroom. I set my drink down and then took his and set it down as well, then I began undressing him. First, I slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head. I stopped momentarily when his arms were raised and the t-shirt sleeves were just above his armpits. My eyes were drawn to the dark patches of hair in those pits and thought it was just the right amount of hair. I heard Chris ask, “Are you going to finish pulling my t-shirt off?”, which brought me back to earth. I laughed as I finished pulling it off. He was smiling at me with those gorgeous dimples. I smiled at him and said, “You have no idea.” He asked, “What?” I didn’t reply. I just reached out and unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. He kicked his untied sneakers off before I slid his pants down around his ankles. The tent in his dark grey Hanes briefs popped straight out as his pants slid over the front of his crotch. The wet spot grew larger as I dropped to my knees to help him out of his pants. I couldn’t resist licking the large wet spot growing there and tasted his sweet precum oozing through the fabric of his briefs. Chris jumped and said, “Holy shit! You’re going to make me cum!” I sucked on the precum one last time and then looked up at him grinning, “You really are pretty sensitive.” He smiled down at me and said, “Well, this is really my first time, with anyone, but especially you.” I said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” I noticed the tent was causing the waistband of his briefs to pull away from his abs, so I leaned in and grabbed the waistband with my teeth and pulled the briefs down. I had to cheat with one hand at the back as his bubble-butt was making it difficult. As I got them just below his balls, his shaft sprung out like a jack-in-the-box slapping me in my face and leaving a string of precum from the tip of his cock to my right cheek, just under my eye. Chris looked down, horrified and said, “I’m so sorry.” I smiled up at him and said, “Don’t be.” before giving his balls each a lick and then licking the underside of his stiff cock from the base up to the tip and capturing the glob of precum he produced as I did that. His cock was literally jumping with excitement. I continued to lick upward on the bottom of his twitching shaft from base to tip as he kept repeating, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Then suddenly, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” His first shot blasted across my nose, forehead and hair. I immediately took his cock into my mouth as wad after wad of his creamy seed filled my mouth. He grabbed onto my shoulders to steady himself as his cock continued to pump his baby batter into my mouth. As the last of his cum dribbled from his cock, and Chris was trying to catch his breath, I pulled my mouth off him and stood up, still steadying him. He looked at me like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. I just smiled at him before moving in for a kiss and sharing his cum with him. His eyes opened wide at first when he realized he was tasting his own cum, but then he began eagerly snowballing it back and forth with me until it was consumed. As we broke the kiss, he grinned and said, “Sorry, I got cum on your face. Let me get that.” And then he began licking his own cum from my nose and forehead, then shared it with me in another kiss as I pushed him down on the bed. He looked up at me like a kid that just discovered he could fly, “Oh my God! I don’t think I have ever cum so much in my life! That was so fire, so dope! My whole body was cumming!” I smiled and said, “I’m glad I could give you that experience, Chris. Now, how about I get out of my own clothes.” Chris said, “Please, let me.” I rolled off him and sat up. He pulled off my t-shirt, stopping when he had my arms up like I had done to him earlier. I said, “Very funny.” As he laughed. He threw my t-shirt to the floor and then dove for my shorts. I was laughing as he was trying to tug my shorts down. My hard cock was making it difficult, but he kept working at it until he had them off and my cock was tenting my red CK briefs. Chris almost looked hypnotized by the wet spot in my briefs as he slowly bent down and with the tip of his tongue, began swiping at the wet spot my precum had produced. Soon he had his mouth over the head, sucking away like a baby on his mother’s teet, trying to get as much as he could out of it. Eventually, I shed my briefs and Chris was bobbing on my bare cock, doing the best he could for his first time. I didn’t mind his inexperience. I was just enjoying his enthusiasm and cuteness as he worked his mouth up and down my shaft. I had him spin over me so I could get at his cock as well and we began sucking each other’s cocks. Just as I pushed a wet finger into his hole, he let out a loud moan and began filling my mouth with another load. The mere excitement of causing another orgasm from Chris caused my own release of cum into Chris’ surprised mouth. He swallowed what he could, and the rest leaked from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. Once again, he looked at me in wonder at the climax I had brought him to. We again shared each other’s cum and afterward, he said, “This has been the best night of my life, Jeremy. I understand what you told me, but I hope we can keep doing things like this. You’ve taught me so much in just one night than I’ve ever even considered.” I got three more loads out of him but decided not to take his cherry. He had experienced enough for one night. He fell asleep with his head on my chest and his stomach full of both of our seed, his cock pressed against my right hip and his right leg over mine. I had nourished myself on Chris’ virgin seed as well and felt satiated with it.

I woke up the next morning. Chris was still sleeping with his head on my chest. We had never pulled the sheets and blanket over us. As I shifted slightly and looked down across our bodies, I noticed Chris’ hard cock across my right hip as well as several strings of cum. I rolled my eyes, thinking how much innocence I had in my bed. This kid was touching my heart in ways I hadn’t ever considered. Suddenly, thoughts of Elijah entered my mind. WTF! What if I have to choose? Wait! Am I choosing one of two guys? I’m so fucked up right now. Chris feels so right against me, even if he still gets cum all over me when I sleep. I felt him stir and he groaned, “Good morning, Jeremy. Oh shit! I’m sorry.” I smiled and said, “It’s not a problem as long as you clean it up.” He looked up and saw me smiling at him. He immediately moved down and began licking his cum from my leg. Once he had licked me clean, he moved back up to embrace me. I teasingly asked him, “aren’t you going to share?” He grinned and immediately moved up and we kissed, sharing his cum. After cuddling for another hour or so, we climbed out of bed. I gave Chris a pair of boxers to wear and I pulled on another pair before we wandered out to the kitchen in search of breakfast. We smelled coffee and food cooking as we approached. Suddenly, someone asked in a surprised voice, “Baker?!” Chris turned to look at chuck and said, “Oh! Shit! Chuck!”

 

End of Chapter 24