How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 30

The Cookout

 Hoping Doug J (DJFMonkey) reads this as I thought of him and his comments as I wrote it.

Friday evening finally arrived, and I pulled into the driveway. The house seemed dark, so I figured maybe Carl was out or already in bed. As I walked in the door, I noticed a candle flickering in the kitchen. As I walked in, Carl was seated at the table in front of a beer. There was another one on the opposite side of the table. I smiled and asked, “Is this one for me?” Carl grinned and said, “No. Be careful. The invisible man is sitting there.” I laughed and said, “Thanks, Carl.” I sat down and said, "I’m glad it’s Friday and glad Summer classes are done.” Carl said, “Yeah, next week will be an easy one for you before you start Fall classes the following week.” I asked, “What’s the candle for?” Carl smiled and said, “I was looking for something and was rooting through the cabinets and found it, and thought about this being potentially your senior year, even though technically, it’s your junior. I thought maybe we should celebrate.” I smiled and said, “Thanks, Carl. I appreciate it. I’m really glad I loaded up on credits the first two years. This year shouldn’t be as bad.” We clinked cans as a toast. Then I said, “I invited Chris over for a cookout tomorrow after we get back from The Flying None.” Carl smiled and asked, “Yeah? So did you say anything to him about our talk?” I said, “We discussed it. He’s considering it. He’s a little nervous about a three-way. Let’s just say it will be a game day decision.” Carl laughed, “You’re really protective of this kid.” I smiled, then replied, “I recall someone getting furious when he found out what happened to me and then devised this plan to enact revenge on them. Now that’s being protective.” Carl smiled and said, “Yeah, I think I overdid it on that one.” I said, “Yeah, maybe a bit, but I think it turned out pretty well in the end.” Carl looked at me and said, “Somewhat. They weren’t angry with us for what we did, and we got to play with your old teammates who became friends all weekend. One thing I caught out of it though, was that you discovered Elijah had a crush on you, and you two seemed to connect all weekend. Then I saw the sadness in your eyes, knowing Elijah would be going back to his own campus fifty miles away. I saw the fear in you of that long distance relationship thing. You told Elijah it wouldn’t work, didn’t you?” I lowered my head and said, “Not exactly. I just told him that long distance relationships don’t normally work out and given that, he’s welcome anytime but not to expect anything permanent.” Carl smiled and said, “Pretty much the same thing. Jeremy, I know you really loved Kayla, so much that you set her free to pursue her career goals. That ship has sailed, and you must get over it. Yeah, you can accept some of the blame, you, and your big heart. You made the decision you felt was right, so now you need to let it go. You’re getting emotionally involved with people only to push them away out of fear of being hurt again. That’s not only hurting you more, but it might also be hurting them. I saw how Elijah looked at you. Do you really want to miss an opportunity to get to really know him? He’s fifty miles away, not thousands. If it’s not Elijah you want, what happens when you graduate and find a job across the state or country while Chris is still here at the university? I’m not asking you to fall in love again, with either of them, or even me. I just don’t want you hurting all the time because you feel the need to keep pushing people away. Enjoy your last year of college.” Those words hurt. They cut deeply because they were true. Suddenly Carl embraced me tightly and said, “I’m sorry, Jeremy, but I had to say it.” I saw drops falling on Carl’s shoulder and realized I was crying. I squeezed him back tightly. He was right. I had been afraid of becoming too attached to someone because of what happened with Kayla and I. Yet, I was growing attached to Chris. The question, ‘Was it because, at least for now, he wasn’t a distant relationship?’ Had I hurt Elijah? I really had a great time with him and really would like to get to know him better. I finally found the strength to say, “Thanks, Carl. You’re right. I need to get over Kayla, but one thing I’ll never do is forget what we had together. It was special and I’ll always cherish that. I can’t promise that I won’t get emotionally involved with people. I will try though to not push them away because of my fears.” We broke our embrace and Carl smiled at me and said, “Thanks. I appreciate what you said about Kayla, and I think she’d feel honored for you to speak of your time together in that way. Now, let’s have another beer and watch some college football.” I grabbed us each a beer and we moved into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Carl turned on the tv and we searched for a Friday night game. Our game wasn’t until the following Saturday, but there was a Michigan vs. Purdue game on. It was almost at the half and Michigan was up 24 – 14 already. At halftime, we grabbed some snacks and more beers and Carl had lost his shirt and pants, wearing only a pair of boxers and socks. As we finished off the snacks, I got up to take out the empty bags and dishes and get us another beer. Before I returned, I shed my own shirt and pants and returned in my blue and white briefs. As we sat, sometimes animated by a call or play, our bodies would rub, skin on skin. Carl’s stiff cock was sometimes breaking from imprisonment through the fly of his boxers and I took notice. My stiff rod remained trapped under the thin material of my briefs. I was losing interest in the game and gaining interest in the escapee, so the next time it broke free through the fly, I captured in in my hand. Carl froze and looked at me with a sly grin. He reached over and grasped my own throbbing member. Soon, we were groping each other and kissing. I eventually broke the kiss and then worked my mouth and tongue down his body until my mouth slid over his precum-slickened cock. Carl sat back and sighed with pleasure as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft while swirling my tongue around it. After a few minutes, he stopped me and said, “My turn.” I sat back on the sofa and allowed him to remove my briefs before he took me into his mouth and returned the favor. After a while, I stopped him, and we turned off the tv and went into the bedroom where we sixty-nined for a bit. He began fingering my hole and after a few minutes I said, “Fuck me, Carl.” He removed his fingers, and I climbed off him and onto my knees and elbows. Carl climbed behind me and began sliding his cock between my buns. Carl said softly, “I’ll never get tired of having my cock sliding between these two awesome, firm, muscular buns of yours, Jeremy.” I was taking deep breaths as I replied, “Yeah, it does feel pretty good, but stick it in me already.” Carl chuckled and said, “If I must.” I rolled my eyes and then they sprung wide open as he pushed in a few inches of his cock inside me, “Fuuuck!” Carl laughed and said, “Sorry, but you seemed to be in a hurry for this.” I said, “Fucking smart ass!” Carl then pushed the rest of the way inside me more slowly until he was pressed tightly against my buns. He remained there for a bit and I said sarcastically, “Did you forget what you’re doing?” Then I began moving forward and he grabbed my hips to stop me, “Hey! I was enjoying the feel of your hot ass pressed against me.” Then he slammed into me hard. I yelped, “Oh! Fuck! Yeah, give it to me like that!” Carl laughed and said, “Careful what you wish for.” Then he began fucking me, but not slamming me like he’d threatened at first, though I was prepared for that. He gradually increased speed and eventually, he was slapping into me hard as the clapping sound was echoing off the walls. I was working in rhythm to his movements rocking back into his forward thrusts and bouncing off his hard abs. We were soon both breathing hard and suddenly, Carl stopped and had me flip onto my stomach as he said, “I don’t want your cum soaking your sheets.” As I raised my legs, I grinned and said, “No, you want it for yourself.” He smiled as he pushed back inside me and said, “You bet I do.” Carl then resumed our fuck, continuing to slam his cock into my buns. I reached for my throbbing cock and Carl swatted my hand away and said, “Not yet.” I gave him my pouting face and said, “But I’m aching to cum.” Carl grinned and then leaned down and we kissed as he continued to pump in and out of my hole. His shift in position had his cock hitting my prostate a little differently, and his abs were now raking across my stiff cock as he moved his hips while fucking me. We moaned in unison against each other’s mouths as our tongues moved back and forth in each. Both of our moans began getting louder and changing in pitch as our orgasms approached. Then I felt his cock swell and almost simultaneously my sphincter clamped around his cock. My cum blasted between our bodies as his seed filled my guts. We continued kissing until both our cocks had emptied their seed, then we broke our kiss as we tried catching our breath. Carl began kissing my neck and slowly worked his way down my body, lapping up my cum from my chest down to my abs. I caught him off guard and rolled us over, so I was now on top of him. I then repeated what he’d done to me and worked my way down his body licking up my own cum. Then we kissed again, trading my cum back and forth until it was consumed. We rolled onto our sides, facing each other. I smiled and said, “That was pretty hot.” Carl smiled back, “Sex with you is always hot.” We eventually crawled out of bed long enough to get cleaned up before sliding back into bed. We intertwined our legs and embraced, falling asleep soon after.

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It was Saturday evening and they had just eaten steaks, baked potatoes and corn on the cob. They had already cleaned up and were heading inside. It had been a warm, late, summer afternoon and all three were shirtless. The evening was going well. Chris had been giving him glances throughout the afternoon. Carl was optimistically thinking that he was going to get the three-way he’d been hoping for. As he walked into the living room, he found Jeremy and Chris standing near the sofa, kissing. He immediately got hard as he watched them kiss. Chris glanced his way and Jeremy noticed, then broke the kiss, and motioned Carl to join them. As Carl approached, Chris smiled at him. As soon as he was next to Jeremy and Chris, Chris leaned in and kissed him. Soon, the three of them were kissing, and clothes were being shed. Suddenly, the doorbell sounded. Carl looked at Chris and said, reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” Carl walked to the door, opened it, and found Chuck standing there. Chuck smiled at him and asked, “Am I late?” Carl wasn’t sure what he meant but suddenly realized he was standing there in only a pair of boxers. Chuck said, “Yo, bro. You need to get inside.” As he pushed Carl inside and closed the door behind them. They walked into the living room and found Jeremy standing there in his briefs. Jeremy said, “Hey Chuck. Guess it’s going to be another wild night.” Carl was a little confused and was also wondering where Chris had gone. Chuck began getting undressed as Carl was thinking, ‘This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.’ Then they heard the toilet flush in the common bathroom and everyone’s eyes shifted in that direction. To Carl’s astonishment, Josh stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a bright red pair of Andrew Christian briefs and that cute, dimpled smile of his. Carl wondered why Jeremy hadn’t told him about Josh coming. Carl turned to ask Jeremy but found Jeremy had conveniently disappeared. Before he could ask either Chuck or Josh any questions, he found himself being kissed and groped. Soon they were naked, and in a triangle, sucking each other’s cocks. Carl thought Chris had left and that Jeremy would soon join them. Things progressed and soon Chuck was on his knees on the floor fucking Carl while Carl was fucking Josh who was on all fours in front of him. Chuck was announcing he was cumming and Carl knew he was close. As Carl said to Josh that he was about to cum, he looked across the room and saw Jeremy lying on the floor with Chris and Elijah on either side of his head. They were stroking their cocks and suddenly were firing ropes of cum across Jeremy’s face and into his open mouth. Carl shot his cum instantly once he saw that.

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I woke up early Saturday morning. We were still on our sides, facing each other. Carl was still asleep. He seemed to have a smile on his face, and I could feel his hard cock against my right hip. I slowly moved down slightly until I could both stroke his cock and lick his left nipple. I slowly stroked him as I swirled my tongue around his nipple and flicked it from time to time. He began stirring and letting out soft moans, but so far seemed to be still asleep. My hand was soon soaked in his slick precum. His breathing seemed to change, and I wasn’t sure if he was waking up or getting ready to cum. I slid down as quietly, but as quickly as I could while still stroking him. Just as I was about to put my mouth over his cock, I felt it pulse and a rope of cum splashed across my face, followed by another. I got my mouth on it after that and took his remaining cum into my mouth. Once I knew Carl was finished cumming, I slid my lips slowly off his cock, ensuring I had cleaned off every drop of his cum. I slowly slid back up to find that Carl still seemed to be asleep. I smiled to myself wondering what he may have been dreaming. I slowly climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

Carl suddenly woke up. His eyes flew open. It had been a dream. It had been a strange, but very wet dream. He looked down at his crotch and found none of the cum he must have emptied from his nuts during that dream. He’d never experienced a wet dream that hadn’t required a morning cleanup. He slowly climbed out of bed trying to make sense of his dream. It had started off with what he was hoping would happen tonight. Then things took a crazy turn with Chuck showing up, who was supposed to be working. Chris had disappeared, but that hadn’t been a surprise with the arrival of Chuck. Then suddenly Josh was there, and Jeremy had vanished. Then there was a threesome, but not the one planned. It all culminated in him cumming while watching Chris and Elijah giving Jeremy a facial. Fuck! Carl realized he was boned up again and went in to take a shower.

I greeted Carl as he came into the kitchen, “Morning, Carl. Sleep well?” Carl looked at me and smiled sheepishly and said, “Yeah, I did. And you?” I said, “Like a log. I have breakfast on already. Get yourself some coffee.” As Carl sat down with his coffee, I set a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and hash browns in front of him and then set a bowl of oatmeal with fresh cut strawberries and raspberries next to his plate. I got my own and we proceeded to eat. Carl hadn’t mentioned his dream or what it was about, so I thought I would see what he would divulge, “So, Carl, what were you dreaming about this morning?” Carl looked up at me in surprise and asked, “What do you mean?” I smiled and said, “Well, when I woke up, you were moaning in your sleep, and you were stiff as a steel rod.” Carl grinned and asked, “Was I? Maybe it was just a piss hardon.” I grinned and asked, “With precum?” Carl stammered a little, “Well, I. I don’t remember.” I grinned and went back to my breakfast. Carl hadn’t expected the questions from Jeremy. Obviously, Jeremy knew he’d had a wet dream. He asked, “Did you, um, help me out or anything this morning?” I looked up with a grin and asked, “What do you mean?” Carl knew I was toying with him, “Come on, Jeremy. You knew I was having a wet dream this morning but when I woke up, there was no mess. I must have cum, so where did it go?” I grinned wider, “How are you sure you came if you don’t remember the dream?” Carl quickly looked back down and resumed eating. I figured he didn’t want to supply me with any details.

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Carl ate the rest of his breakfast in silence. He had remembered his crazy dream, but didn’t think it was a good idea to share any of the details with Jeremy. He thought he might at a later time, but wanted to process the events himself, first. He wanted to figure out what it meant, if it meant anything at all. Was he concerned about what would happen tonight with Chris? He was sure it wasn’t some premonition of what would happen. Chuck would be working and Jeremy would never put Chris on the spot like that. So then was there some meaning behind it? It had started off as he had hoped. Chris had even smiled at him warmly. Then suddenly, Chuck showed up and then Josh had come out of the bathroom. Jeremy had disappeared leaving a threesome of Chuck, Josh and himself. Was there some meaning behind that? He liked Chuck a lot since they’d gotten to know each other better. He’d had a great time with Josh and was hoping to see him again soon. But why had Jeremy disappeared? I would have been a hot foursome. It wasn’t that he was losing interest in sex with Jeremy. Sex with Jeremy was always hot, and lots of fun. Then there was the end of the dream, where he witnessed Elijah and Chris giving Jeremy a facial resulting in his own orgasm. What had that meant? He had been distracted from the sex he was having with Chuck and Josh by seeing Jeremy having sex with Elijah and Chris. Fuck!

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I noticed Carl was just staring down at his empty plate in a daze. I asked, “Carl! Are you ok?” Carl jumped and raised his head and said, “What? Oh, yeah, I was just deep in thought.” I smiled and asked, “Was it your dream or what you’re hoping happens tonight?" Carl smiled and said, “Yeah. I mean, both I guess.” This intrigued me, “So your wet dream was about tonight?” Carl realized he’d already said too much, “Somewhat, but I’m still trying to figure it all out. Maybe once I do, I’ll tell you about it.”

We did the majority of our laundry, figuring we’d do another, primarily of sheets and pillow cases tomorrow. After all, we’d probably be getting them a little messy tonight. At least Carl was very hopeful it would only be my sheets getting messy. I was hopeful for him too. Although I was adamant that this would be Chris’ decision, I thought it would be hot to have Chris in a threesome regardless as to whether or not he chose to be spit roasted. Once we had put away all the dried clothes, we got ready to head to the park. We only had ten, so no bench to rest anyone. I was teamed up with Aaron and Jerome in the front court. We had Thomas and Joe in the back court, Joe was point guard of course. Carl was on Mike’s team with Mike, Abe and Bo in the front court. Carl and Baker played in the back court with Chris (Baker) playing point. The two of them played well together, but in the end, we had won by three points, fifty-seven to fifty four. After the game, we headed to the Flying None, of course. Carl and Chris seemed to be chumming it up, patting each other on the back about how well they played even though they had lost. As usual, there was bragging, but it was done playfully, and both winners and losers laughed it off. That was the best thing about mixing up the teams each week; there was no animosity between teams because anyone could be on any team each week. The only four, so far, who were never not teammates were Mike and Abe, and Aaron and Jerome. This was something we discussed after we arrived at The Flying None. Everyone agreed that next week, Jerome and Mike would swap teams. After a few beers, Carl, Chris and I said our goodbyes and headed to our house. We stopped by Chris’ car on the way so he could grab a bag. He was going to leave his car there since he had a few beers. Ordinarily, he would have only drunk one or two.

We arrived at the house and decided to take showers before starting the fire and getting dinner ready. I offered, “Chris, you can use my shower first if you’d like.” Chris replied, “I’m fine with sharing it with you if you don’t mind.” Carl grinned and said, “Just don’t take forever and waste your cum down the drain.” Chris and I both laughed.  

As Chris and I shampooed each other’s hair and washed each other’s bodies, we talked. I said, “You and Carl handled the back court pretty well today. You seemed pretty well in synch with each other.” Chris said, “Thanks, but we still lost. You guys were too strong up front.” I replied, “Yeah, Aaron’s a big guy and Jerome is pretty powerful.” Those dimples came out as Chris smiled and said, “You are so modest, Jeremy. You’re always fire on the court, but always complementing your teammates.” I felt my face heat up and it wasn’t because of the hot water. All I could say was, “Thanks, Chris.” Then I asked, “So, what are you thinking?” Chris asked, “About what?” I grinned and said, “You know what, about later tonight.” Chris grinned and said, “I thought that’s what you were asking. I think it might be fun. I like Carl. He’s a great guy. I’m not sure if I’ll want to be spit roasted though. At least I’m not sure about it.” I smiled and said, “No worries. Just have fun and do what you feel is right in the moment. No one will judge you either way. That you can be certain on.” Chris smiled and said, “Thanks. I’m sure I’ll have a good time since it will be with you.” Once again, I was at a loss for words as my heart swelled and I thought I may have to shut off the hot water as my body felt so warm. I pulled him into me and we kissed. Suddenly we were startled by Carl’s voice, “Are you trying to be prunes, making babies or both?” He was standing in the doorway to my bathroom. We broke our kiss, and both laughed. Carl then said, “I’m going out to light the fire. When you two are done, get the steaks ready.” I yelled back, “Yes sir!” Carl laughed and left. Chris and I then got out of the shower and dried off. We got dressed and headed to the kitchen.

When we got to the kitchen, we found Carl had already put the potatoes in the oven to get them soft enough. I prepared the dry rub for the steaks while Chris got the corn ready. I put the steaks in the refrigerator while I went out to check on Carl and the fire. As I approached, Carl asked, “So, what do you think? I Chris ok with a three-way?” I smiled and said, “Yeah, he is. He’s still a little nervous about it. I told him to have fun and only do what he feels comfortable with.” Carl asked, “So, no spit roast or tag teaming?” I laughed and said, “I told him it would be his call, and we’d accept it.” Carl grinned and said, “So, he didn’t say no.” I laughed some more and then heard the back door and Chris came out to join us. He said he’d taken the potatoes out of the oven to cool until we were ready to prepare them.

We talked about today’s game for a bit and then the fire was ready for the food. We went in and cut the potatoes in half and Carl scooped out the contents. We then layered the empty potato shell with potato, cheese, onions, and of course bacon with tabs of butter on top to seep into them as they baked. We put the food on the grill and drank a beer while tending to the food. Carl asked Chris if he was ready for later on. Chris turned red and then the dimples came out with his smile, “Yeah, I think it will be fun.” Before long, the food was ready, and we devoured it. The filets were tender and juicy with an applewood and slight cayenne pepper flavor. The twice-baked potatoes were, as Chris put it, fire, and the corn on the cob was delicious with just the right amount of butter.

After cleaning up, we sat around the fire drinking another beer. It was obvious what the three of us were thinking about, three huge bulges trying to escape three pair of shorts. As the fire burned down to just embers, I said, “Shall we move inside?” We each stood up and walked inside and into the living room. Carl sat down on one end of the sofa. I sat down on the other end and looked to Chris questioningly as to whether he wanted to sit in the chair or sit on the sofa in between Carl and I. He smiled knowingly and sat down between us.

To be cont’d

 

End of Chapter 30