How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 28 

Trials and Tribulations

Chris and I had lunch again Monday afternoon. We sat in a booth in the back of a small family-owned Mexican restaurant. At first, we just made small talk and then he asked what the three of us, meaning me, Carl, and Chuck, had done after he had left. I smiled and asked him not to be angry with me. Chris looked at me with a look of surprise and I noticed some sadness. He asked, “So, you guys had sex?” I just nodded and said, “Yes, we did, with condoms.” Chris nodded and said, “I’m not angry. I just thought maybe after we. Oh, I’m sorry, It wasn’t any of my business to ask you in the first place.” I reached across the table and took his hand and looked him in the eyes, “Chris, I told you that you shouldn’t expect us to have an exclusive relationship, that I didn’t know where my life was going at this point.” Chris said, “I know and I’m sorry I just reacted the way I did. It’s just, after this weekend I had this hope things might have changed.” I squeezed his hand and said, “Chris, this weekend did have an effect on me, and although I still am trying to figure things out, please don’t give up on me just yet. I had a really great time this weekend, mostly because I was with you, the sexiest, sweetest guy I have ever met. I did have sex with Carl and Chuck, but it was just sex. It was fun, even exciting and sexy, but it was just sex. I feel different when I’m with you. It’s not just sex. Don’t let me mislead you, either. I’ve had sex at other times when it didn’t feel like just sex. Sex with Carl felt like that and still does to some extent when we’re alone. Sex with my high school friend, Elijah was the same. I may have even developed a relationship with him, but I’ve learned that long distance relationships don’t work. So, now I’ve laid my cards out on the table. I’d like to keep seeing you, but I come with baggage.” Chris smiled, and squeezed my hand back, “Thank you for being honest with me, Jeremy. I don’t know if I want to have sex with anyone else, at least right now. They say that you’ll always remember your first time and it’s probably true. I know I’ll never forget this past weekend. I squeezed Chris’ hand harder and said, “Look, I don’t want you regretting what might have been. Even if we do end up in a relationship, I want you to explore your sexuality, being safe of course.” Chris smiled, exposing his dimples, but just slightly, “I’ll think about it, ok? Maybe I’d be more willing if you’re part of it. For the moment, I’m willing to wait and see where things go with us, if you are, whatever baggage that comes with it. If it’s not too painful for you, I’d like to hear about your ex, Kayla. She must have been very interesting, and it must have been very painful for you to let her go.” I closed my eyes and held back tears. It was painful and yet there were joyful memories of her which brought a smile to me. I told Chris about running into her on our first day at the university, literally. We both came around a corner from opposite directions and I had knocked her books out of her hands. She had just purchased them from the bookstore. I had felt bad about it and helped her pick them up, noticing they were all new. I had bought mostly used ones to save some money. My academic scholarship only paid my tuition, and I hadn’t gotten a job yet. My parents had put money in a savings account for me for college, but I didn’t want to spend it too quickly. I told Chris that Kayla’s first reaction to seeing my used books was to ask, “Did you buy those books used so you could use the highlighted pages and underlined sentences for an advantage?” I was shocked at being asked something like that as I had no idea people did that. Of course, at first, Kayla didn’t believe me. She wasn’t someone to be taken for a fool, but I tried to convince her that I’d bought them to save money. She reconsidered when I offered to trade any of her new books with my used ones which were the same. We had lunch together that day and we kind of hit it off after that. We were soon dating and were in a monogamous relationship. After she found out I had gotten a part time job, she asked me if I wanted to share an apartment with her so we wouldn’t have to worry about our dorm mates. I told Chris about our camping trips together, holidays at her parents’ and even taking her spelunking. Then I explained her offer to go to Oxford and that I couldn’t let her pass up such an opportunity even if it separated us. Then the day I had received her letter, saying she was dating someone there in England and that I should move on. I didn’t realize it until Chris was wiping a tear from my cheek, that I had teared up. Chris said, “That must have been very painful. I can see it still is.” I smiled and said, “Thanks. Yes, it was very painful, but Carl helped me get through it. I still question whether I ended up sexually attracted to him because he reminded me of Kayla, whether it was just his own advances or if I was truly attracted to another guy. Either way, it did help me get over Kayla, though I’ll never forget her.” Chris looked in my eyes and asked, “Have you forgiven her yet?” I looked down at the table and said, “There’s no reason to forgive her. It wasn’t her fault. I urged her to go to Oxford for her own future.” Chris then asked me, “Then did you forgive yourself for urging her to leave, knowing that you would be apart and so far away from each other?” I looked up at Chris, both in anger and in hurt, “Are you a fucking psychology major or what?! Oh! Shit! Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that to you. Can we go somewhere private?” Chris was still holding my hand and squeezed it, “Sure, let me go pay the bill and we’ll go somewhere.” I asked, “Don’t you have classes this afternoon?” He said, “I can skip those. You’re more important to me.” As I sat there, waiting for Chris to return, I thought that things seemed upside down somehow. Chris was younger than me. But when he returned, I followed him out and we walked to his car. We drove for about an hour when he pulled off on a dirt road. We drove back a few miles and then went under a canopy of trees and then around a bend until we stopped in front of this huge oak tree, with branches so large, some of them had gone back to the ground and rooted again. It looked amazing. As I looked out the windshield at this fabulous tree, Chris just sat there and smiled, then said, “My mom is a psychologist and whenever she knew I was having a problem, she would ask me questions, trying to pinpoint the problem I was having and making me see it. She always said that you can’t face a problem if you don’t know what the root of it is. Once you expose the real root of the problem, then you can find a solution. I guess I was doing that to you in the restaurant, Jeremy. I’m sorry.” I looked over at Chris, then I suddenly burst out crying and buried my face in his shoulder. I cried my heart out while he just held me tightly in his arms. We didn’t say a word until after I had stopped crying. I said, “I feel like an idiot. I’m so sorry I lashed out at you at the restaurant, but I think you hit a nerve.” Chris laughed and it felt good feeling the vibration of it. He said, “Yeah, I shouldn’t have been asking you those types of questions in public. So, you were not in the wrong when you went off. I should have expected that, since that was my usual response to my mom until I realized she had been right.” I sat up and looked at Chris, “You’re mom is a very wise woman, unlike you. No. I’m just kidding you. Thanks. I think you made me realize that I’ve been blaming myself for letting Kayla go to Oxford.” Chris said, “Obviously, but you made the choice you thought was best for Kayla. You did the right thing even though it hurt you so much. Then you ended up blaming yourself for it.” I said, “It still hurts, but now that I realize what I’ve been grinding my very soul over, I still believe it was to do the right thing for Kayla.” Chris smiled and said, “You know, you gave me some advice earlier this afternoon. You used that same wisdom then. When you really love someone, set them free. If they love you as much, they’ll either return or remain faithfully with you, always.” I leaned in and kissed Chris with a renewed passion. When we eventually broke our kiss, I pulled back, grinning. Chris asked, “What?”. I chuckled and said, “I was waiting for the wise old man to appear in front of me.” His dimples appeared as he said, “Hopefully, you’ll see that old wise man someday.” I kissed him again and said, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, but I hope so.” Chris continued to smile as he asked, “Want to join me at the tree?” I smiled and said, “Very much.”

We got out of the car and walked over to where one of the huge branches hung down to the ground before rising up toward the sky again. Chris laid back on the huge branch and I climbed on top of him. We kissed and ground our hard cocks between us. We talked for hours about each other’s childhood and about our parents. In between our conversations we made out and lost track of time. We didn’t notice dark approaching at first, then shrugged it off as the full moon filtered through the branches and leaves, illuminating us in speckles of light and dark.

We were soon shedding our clothes. We draped them over the huge branch to make the surface softer to lay on as I sat down between Chris’ legs and took his cock into my mouth. After a while, we switched positions and Chris took me into his mouth. There was no hurry. We were just making love to each other. Then, once we had switched positions once more, I pulled off his cock and raised his legs up. He cried out in surprise as my tongue licked between his muscular cheeks, “Oh fuck! That feels so nasty and so fucking good. Oh my God!” I worked my tongue across his tight ring for a while as he moaned in pleasure. I then moved up and pressed my dripping cock against his hole and slowly sank inside. Then I slowly fucked him or rather made love to him. We kissed as I slowly pumped away inside him. At one point, as we broke our kiss, Chris asked me, “Will you take me spelunking?” I grinned and said, “Of course I will. I love getting you dirty.” He tried to laugh in between grunts and moans as I fucked him on the wide branch. He hadn’t even touched his cock as it began spewing ropes of cum on both of our chests and abdomens. I pulled out and unloaded my seed on his chest and abdomen as well. As we caught our breath, I laid down on him and we continued to kiss, melding our cum into one sticky bond between us.

I woke up slowly with warm arms wrapped around me. I realized I was lying on top of Chris. My cock was still inside him and now fully hard again. The grey light of dawn was peeking over the horizon as I realized we’d been there all night. I recalled how we’d fucked throughout the night, taking turns fucking each other on this huge, wide branch. I had spilled my guts about the end of high school, the football camping trip, and what Elijah and Josh had done. I told him of the revenge that Carl and I had planned and then executed on them, and how Elijah had come clean on why they had done it. Then I told him about our coming clean with them. We continued to fuck as he told me he understood and was glad that I emptied my soul of my transgressions to him. I didn’t know if he just wanted to turn a blind eye to my faults because I was his first, or he truly loved me regardless. Either way, it felt good to get these things off my chest and out there for him to see all my warts, so to speak. I said, “Chris, you need to wake up. It’s morning. You’re going to be late for class.” Chris’ eyes slowly opened, and the sun suddenly bloomed over the horizon at the same time those dimples shined back at me. Chris looked into my eyes and said, “Baggage and all, Jeremy.” My heart ached, but not from pain. Was this? Before I could consider the question, Chris said, “Yeah, maybe we should get back to town. I’m not sure the farmer would be happy to find us here.” I asked, “So, we’re on private property?” Chris laughed and said, “No, that church there owns it, but the farmer next door takes care of the tree.” I then noticed the church through some bushes and trees about fifty yards away. We laughed as we got dressed, climbed into Chris’ car, and headed down the dirt road. As we did, I noticed my phone on the dashboard and realized the battery was dead, so I plugged it in to charge it. We saw a tractor approaching as we got to the end of the lane and made our way back home. My phone suddenly chirped to life and then multitudes of messages began coming through from Carl. He was worried that I hadn’t come home last night nor let him know I wouldn’t be home, “Shit!” I quickly sent him a text and told him we’d fallen asleep and that the battery on my phone had died. I texted my apologies to him for making him worry, but that I was ok and that we were on our way home. I then let Chris know all the messages had been Carl’s. Chris said, “Sorry, I hope he’s not too pissed.” I said, “I hope not, but it’s not your fault anyway.”

Chris began laughing as we turned onto the highway, and I asked him why he was laughing. He glanced over to me momentarily, keeping his eyes on the road and then said, “I think my uncle probably recognized the car.” I asked, “Your uncle?” Chris grinned, full dimples and said, “Yeah, that farmer I said about? He’s my uncle.” I looked at Chris and asked, “Really?” Chris continued grinning and said, “Yeah, I just hope he didn’t see that you were in the car with me. It would raise some question as to why I was there with some guy that early in the morning.” I said, “Yeah, I see what you mean. If he did see that there was someone else in the car, hopefully he couldn’t tell if it was a guy or a girl. If he thought you were there with a girl, it probably wouldn’t be a problem.” Chris’ face turned serious as he said, “Yeah, I hate being in this position. I wish I could take you to my parents’ house for dinner and hold your hand and kiss you in front of them. I really have no idea how they’d react if I came out to them.” I nodded, “I understand where you’re coming from. I can just picture the looks on my own parents’ faces. One day Kayla and I are there for the weekend and then suddenly I’m bringing home a boy and telling them I’ve turned gay.” Chris laughed and then suddenly grew serious and glanced over at me, “Does that mean that you’ve decided not to date girls anymore?” I thought about what I’d just said and replied, “I don’t know. What I do know is that right now I like exploring this side of things, especially with you.” I reached over and rubbed Chris’ leg. Chris smiled and said, “Keep that up and I might have to pull over somewhere.” I grinned and said, “If we weren’t so close to campus, I’d pull out your cock and blow you while you drive.” Chris said, “Fuck dude! You have me hard as a rock right now and we’re here already.” I grinned and said, “Sorry, but I’m just as hard. Too bad you have a class to go to.” Chris said, “I can’t go to class like this. We probably both smell of cum and my clothes are dirty from laying on the tree. I need to shower before I go to class.” I grinned and said, “Well, you could grab a shower at my place and maybe we could fix our other problem too.” Just then, Chris pulled next to my car and stopped. He looked at me, grinned, and said, “I’ll follow you to your place.”

As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Carl had already left for work. I was both relieved and saddened that I’d had him worrying about me all night. Chris pulled into a space on the street and then we went into the house. He said he didn’t want our neighbors to notice his car in our driveway in the middle of the day. As soon as Chris closed the door behind him, I kissed him while working his pants off. As they dropped around his ankles, I dropped to my knees and yanked his briefs down as well, then I grabbed his stiff cock in my hand and began lapping at his balls before taking them into my mouth. Chris just leaned back against the door, “Fuck, that feels good.” As I looked up at him, a drop of his precum dripped down on my cheek. Not wanting to waste any more, I took his cock in my mouth and allowed my tongue to enjoy the sweetness of the clear liquid as it flooded from his cock. I then went to work. I grabbed a handful of firm, muscular butt cheek in each hand as I pulled him back and forth fucking my own mouth. Soon his balls were hitting my chin as I was taking all of him. Chris was mumbling and grunting gibberish as I rammed his cock down my throat. Then Chris warned me, “Fuck! Jeremy! I’m about to cum!” I pulled back slightly, just in time. His cock swelled and then began firing rope after rope of cum into my mouth filling it with his creamy seed and his baby-making tadpoles tickled my tongue. Chris had held onto my shoulders to steady himself as he came and then bent slightly on shaky legs as he caught his breath. Chris looked down at me smiling and said, “Fuck! If you would have done that to me while I was driving, we would have definitely crashed.” I grinned up at him and said, “Then it’s a good thing we waited until we got here.” Suddenly, he pushed me back onto the floor and was between my legs, opening my pants and pulling them off, followed by my briefs. He immediately went down on my cock. I smiled at how he had suddenly taken charge and was working hard to take as much of my cock as he could without choking. He was still trying to get over his gag reflex but was doing a pretty good job. I was soon warning him, “Chris! I’m getting close.” He continued, even working harder and soon I announced, “Fuck! Chris! I’m gonna cum!” He remained on my cock as I filled his mouth with my cum. As he drained the last of my seed from my cock, he crawled up on top of me and we kissed, sharing my cum. As we broke our kiss, I said, “I guess we need to make our way to the shower.” Chris said, “Yeah, I can still get a few classes in.”

We climbed into the shower once the temperature was just right and began by shampooing each other’s hair. Once we had rinsed out the shampoo, we began lathering each other up with soap. We first simultaneously lathered soap over each other’s front and then Chris had me turn around and washed my back, massaging the soap into my shoulders and around my upper back, slowly moving down my lower back. He spent a lot of time on each of my butt cheeks as well as between them, including my taint and my balls, again. Then he moved down each leg, having me lift up each foot to insure he got every inch of me. I then turned around and said, “My turn.” I pretty much repeated what he’d done to me, but I saved his butt area for last. When I got to that area, I massaged the soap in from his hips, around each butt cheek and down as if giving him a butt massage. Chris began taking deep breaths as I massaged his taint and across his tight rose bud. I moved him out of the direct stream of the shower and applied more soap and then moved against him, sliding my diamond hard cock in his deep crack between those hard, muscular buns. Chris leaned his palms on the shower wall as he continued taking deep breaths. As I slid between his cheeks, I whispered out, “Fuck, you feel so good, Chris.” Chris immediately looked back to me and said, “Please. Fuck me, Jeremy.” I continued sliding in his crack for a few minutes before pressing the tip of my cock against his hole and pressing inside. I was soon fucking Chris, slowly, while kissing his neck and shoulders. He turned his head back toward me and our lips met as we slowly moved together, me into him and him onto me. Chris began groaning into my mouth and I knew he was getting close. I noticed him moving his hand down to his cock and I grabbed his wrist and said, “Let me.” I reached around his waist with my right arm and stroked his balls a few times, eliciting a moan from him which grew louder as I grasped his steel shaft. Suddenly, he grunted against my lips, and I felt his cock swell and then send out a rope of cum against the shower wall. At the same time, his sphincter clamped around my cock. Each rope of cum was accompanied by his clamping sphincter and anal walls bringing my own cock to orgasm, filling his anal canal with my seed. We were both grunting and spasming together, as one with each other.

Once we caught our breath, we washed off again and then stepped out of the shower. We dried each other and made out some more. I reported off work and we climbed into my bed and cuddled. Chris decided he could skip classes for the day, after all, he was running a 3.9 so far this semester. At some point, we both fell asleep.

The night before, Carl had gone to sleep in Jeremy’s bed. He had expected him to be home when he got there after work. He wasn’t, but figured he’d gotten together with Chris or someone else after class. He awoke around midnight and realized Jeremy was still not home. He tried to call him and then sent him several texts. All went unanswered. He began to worry. He got dressed and drove over to the university and found Jeremy’s car. There was no evidence that anything had occurred there and knew the police wouldn’t do anything, at least not this soon. He tried calling and texting Jeremy again. Still no response. Carl drove back to the house and sat in the living room until he fell asleep. He woke up the next morning with a start. Jeremy had sent him a text, apologizing for not letting him know where he was and that his phone was dead until just recently. Carl was glad that Jeremy was fine but wasn’t too happy that he hadn’t let him know he’d be late or possibly not be home at all last night. Then again, Carl thought, Jeremy is an adult and doesn’t need to tell him everything he’s doing. After all, Carl isn’t his father nor his boyfriend. Yeah, he’s not his boyfriend. As close as they were, Carl realized they had never been boyfriends, at least not officially. Carl had never thought about it. They just had been comfortable as things were. Should he have brought it up? Were he and Jeremy drifting apart? Carl then thought about Chuck. He hadn’t thought about him at all initially, other than a basketball opponent or teammate, depending on the lineup at the time. Then they talked at The Flying None and Chuck walked him home, ending up staying the night. A lot had changed since then, and he’d grown to like Chuck. He was a great cook, but he was much more than that. Everyone thought of him as some New York ex-prisoner, but he was actually a really nice guy with a great heart, and a great sense of humor. He wished he didn’t have to wait two weeks to see him again. He eventually got up and went in to take a shower. As Carl showered, thoughts of Chuck and Jeremy and even Josh went through his head. He also pictured Elijah’s fine butt in his head and then Baker’s awesome body as he stroked himself off and painted the shower wall with his cum. A lot had changed in his life since he’d moved here with Jeremy. He wondered how things may have been if Kayla hadn’t gone to England, to Oxford University. Carl rinsed the cum off the shower wall and then got out, dried off, and went in to get dressed for work. He was disappointed that Jeremy wasn’t back before he had to leave for work, but figured they’d talk when Jeremy got back from work that night.

Carl arrived home after work and saw Jeremy’s car in the driveway. He figured Jeremy had called off work for some reason. He didn’t say anything about not feeling well in his text. He went into the house and didn’t see Jeremy anywhere around, so he thought that maybe he wasn’t feeling well and was in bed. He decided to check on him in case he needed something. He approached the closed door and decided not to knock. If Jeremy was sleeping, he didn’t want to wake him, especially if he wasn’t feeling well. He slowly opened the bedroom door and peered in. His mouth dropped open and his brain was telling him to step back and quietly close the door , but he was frozen in place. Jeremy was lying on his back, naked, but that wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Draped over him, with his left leg across Jeremy’s legs and his head on Jeremy’s chest was an equally naked Chris with his fine ass on full display. Carl looked at those firm, muscular melons, perfectly smooth, and without a blemish, except for a small mole on the left cheek near his hip. He was hard as a rock in an instant. He wanted to quietly step over and massage those perfect buns. That wouldn’t go over too well if he woke either of them up. A little devil was in his ear telling him to pull out his phone and take a picture, but the honorable side convinced him not to. He took in the view before him, still unable to look away. He noticed that Chris’ leg hair was just a shade darker than Jeremy’s but was almost nonexistent above his knees, a lot like Jeremy. With his left arm draped over Jeremy’s stomach and his head resting on Jeremy chest, he looked like a stunning angel. He recalled waking up on quite a few occasions finding Jeremy just like that, draped over him. He finally managed to unglue himself from the spot and step back and close the door. He winced when the bolt of the door latch clicked loudly as it slid into position. Carl then quietly stepped away and went into the kitchen.

I jumped awake. I had heard something, but everything seemed quiet, including the sweet boy whose head was on my chest. I looked over at my clock and realized it was late afternoon and Carl would be home any minute or was home already. I thought maybe that’s what woke me up, Carl coming into the house. I wanted to just lay there and watch Chris sleep. He looked so peaceful. I recalled our night together at that magnificent tree. How we had made love all night on that huge branch. Only one word could describe it, romantic. I couldn’t recall too many times in my life that would conjure up that word. Last night definitely did, and it had continued this morning, until we had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. I heard the tv in the living room and knew Carl was home. I pondered whether to try to slip out without waking Chris or to wake him to inform him that Carl was home. I decided to let Chris sleep for now so I could let Carl know Chris was here, instead of the two of us walking out together and surprising Carl. There was only one problem; how do I untangle myself without waking Chris. “What time is it?” Well, there went that plan. Obviously, Chris was awake. I replied, “It’s 4:30. Hey, Carl’s home.” Chris asked, “Will it be a problem that I’m here?” I smiled at Chris’ concern and said, “Why would it be?”

We got dressed and walked out into the living room. Carl looked over and said, “I see we have a guest for dinner.” Chris said, “I don’t want to intrude. I should be heading out anyway.” Carl said, “It’s not a problem. You don’t have to leave.” I added, “At least stay until after dinner.” There was that sweet smile with the dimples, “If you insist.” Carl said, “Yes. Stay for dinner. Do you like meatloaf?” Chris said, “Yes, except for my aunt’s, hers was always too dry and bland. It was like eating an over-grilled hamburger.” Carl and I both laughed and then Carl said, “Jeremy makes an awesome meatloaf. You’ll love it.” I smiled and said, “I guess I better get to work,” Chris said, “I’ll help if I can.” Carl said, “You can help by getting us all a beer and watch as Jeremy creates a fabulous meatloaf and I mix up some delicious, mashed potatoes.” I smiled and said, “Let’s get to work.”

We devoured dinner. There were no leftovers. I was glad Carl didn’t raise the subject of me not letting him know I wouldn’t be home last night while Chris was still here. Carl even asked if Chris would be around this coming weekend. I asked if Chuck would be as well, and Carl said he would not as he had to work. Chris said he didn’t have any plans, so it was a possibility. I walked Chris to the front door and kissed him goodnight. Chris then headed out to his car.

I walked back into the living room. Carl was sitting in one of the stuffed chairs since Chris and I had been sharing the sofa. I returned to the sofa and sat down and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t let you know I wouldn’t be home last night, but I hadn’t planned it. Chris and I had lunch and we got into a conversation about Kayla, and I got a little or maybe a lot depressed. Chris talked me into going with him to this place where we could talk and I left my phone in his car and we ended up falling asleep on this huge tree and..” Carl said, “Wait! You’re babbling about being depressed and some tree, but Jeremy, none of that matters to me.” I stared at him thinking he was angry with me and didn’t want to hear my excuses. Carl got up and came over and sat down next to me on the sofa and looked at me. He looked serious, but not angry, “Jeremy, I know you’re still getting over your breakup with my sister and then I guess I overreacted to what Josh and Elijah did to you. Right now, none of it matters. What matters to me is that you’re ok, nothing bad happened to you last night. From what I saw when I got home, apparently good things happened.” I felt my face flush, “I’m glad you’re not angry and I really am sorry I didn’t call you. I’m just more confused than ever with where my life is going right now. You’ve done so much for me and I ..” Carl put his finger on my lips, silencing me once again, “Jeremy, we’ve been having a great time together, but we never talked about our relationship and where it was. Recently, we decided to explore things with other people, and it’s made things between us a little crazy. That’s ok. It’s what we agreed to do. You even called me and asked about how I felt about you doing Chris bareback, just like we agreed. I’ve been seeing Chuck and we’ve been having a great time together also. Our sex has been with condoms because he isn’t a virgin, but it’s been great. Whatever happens between you and Chris, and me and Chuck is going to happen. You and I have never talked about us being boyfriends, there, I said it. We’ve been having this gay, brotherly relationship without putting boundaries on it. Last week you pretty much summed it up when you said, no matter what, we’ll always have each other, whether it’s as lovers or as brothers. I’ll always love you, Jeremy.” I saw tears running down Carl’s cheeks and mine were running down my own cheeks as I said, “I love you too, Carl.” We embraced in a hug and then pulled back before kissing. Yeah, our relationship was pretty fucked up, but it was OUR relationship. After we’d made out, sucked and fucked each other that night, we climbed into bed, and I snuggled up to him and laid my head on his chest before we fell asleep.

 

End of Chapter 28