How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 32

Love and Relationships

I was just finishing up taking a shower and had turned the water off. As I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off, I heard someone talking in my bedroom. I quietly stepped near the closed door and listened as I heard someone say, “Nah, don’t worry about Jeremy. He’ll be in there for a while. We’ll be done and out of here before he comes out.” The voice was Carl’s. Then another voice said, “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just glad we could do this without him for a change. Even if he would catch us, it’s his own fault for playing the three of us.” I knew that voice, but as I was considering who it was, a third voice said, “Yeah, he can’t decide which of us he wants. Wait until he finds out we don’t want him.” That was Chris’ voice! I heard Carl say, “Yeah, let’s get this on before he does come out and catches us.” Chris then replied, “Well, if he does, he’ll know much sooner where he stands with us. He took too long to decide, so we’re moving on.” Tears began streaming down my cheeks. I listened for a few more minutes and only heard some moaning and a few slurping noises before I opened the door and stepped into my room. There, on my bed, were Carl, Chris and Elijah engaged in a three-way suck fest. As I looked on, Elijah lifted his mouth from Carl’s Cock and said, “Do you mind? This is kind of a private thing.” He then went back to sucking Carl’s cock. Chris then pulled off Elijah’s cock long enough to say, “Why don’t you go grab us a drink. We’ll be out in a few minutes.” I looked on in shock and yelled, “No! This can’t be happening!” As Chris went back down on Elijah, Carl pulled off Chris’ cock and said, “Yeah, Jeremy! Maybe this will wake you the fuck up! Jeremy, wake up! Wake up, Jeremy!”

I snapped awake! I was in bed. Carl was behind me with his hand on my shoulder, saying, “Jeremy, wake up! You’re having a bad dream.” I was sweating and my face was wet with actual tears. I sniffled a bit and curled up into a ball, recalling the nightmare and wondering what it meant. Carl wrapped his arms around me and said, “Jeremy, it was just a bad dream. It’s ok.” It felt good to have him against me, comforting me, but was it ok? Carl kissed my shoulder and my neck and asked, “Can you tell me about it?” I froze and quickly responded, “No!” Then I realized I had just snapped at Carl who was only trying to comfort me. I rolled over to face him and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to react that way. You’re only trying to make me feel better.” Carl smiled and said, “It’s ok, Jeremy. I understand. You just woke up from a bad dream which obviously rattled you. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just woke up to you yelling something about ‘something can’t be happening’, so I thought I’d wake you up from it.” I smiled at Carl and recalled the dream, then decided to tell Carl about it, down to every detail I could remember. When I was finished, Carl smiled at me and said, “You silly boy. You’re still so concerned about rejection. Don’t you know how lucky somebody will be one day when they can say that you are theirs? Jeremy, you’re a sweet, selfless guy with a heart of gold. On top of that, you’re hot as hell in both looks and build. Yeah, the looks may fade with age as well as the build, but your sweet, giving character will never fade. You just have to get over your own sense of worth. Trust me. Neither me, Chris nor Elijah is anywhere close to pushing you away. On the contrary, your problem is keeping us away.” Carl laughed and then continued, “Seriously, Jeremy, you need to ease up on yourself. Did you have fun this weekend?” I had to grin at the question and replied, “Yeah, very much.” Carl smiled and said, “Then stop letting this eat at you. You’re going to have ulcers before you turn twenty-five. Relax, and enjoy the remainder of your college years. Then if you haven’t decided on anyone in particular, so what. You’ll have other decisions to make like finding a permanent job. If you find a job somewhere else, you’ll need to find a place to live. After that you can continue to find the one for you. Maybe you’ll find them before that, but don’t worry so much about it, please.” A tear rolled down my cheek, but it was a happy tear, “Thanks, Carl. You’re right. I have been stressing myself out about this. I guess that’s why I had that nightmare. I still stand by what I said though. I care for the three of you so much that I don’t want to have to choose. It would put me out of my misery if my nightmare actually came true because I would no longer worry about choosing anymore.” Carl smiled and said, “That’s your problem, Jeremy. You’re too worried about having to choose. Just stop worrying about choosing and care for us as you have been so we can care for you like we want. Let life unfold as it will.” Carl then leaned in, and we kissed. I did feel better, and decided to try not to worry about it so much. We fell back asleep embracing, with my head on Carl’s chest.

The next morning, after breakfast, I called into work to discuss having Thursday and Friday off. The HR department told me I had plenty of vacation accrued, so it would be up to my immediate supervisor. I spent the rest of the morning finishing the required reading for the coming semester. I was elated that my boss said there would be no problem if I took Thursday and Friday off. He even said Wednesday would be ok as well, but he needed me tomorrow night. I thanked him and decided to call Elijah the following morning. When I got home that night, I was surprised to find Carl waiting up for me. As I walked into the living room, he asked, “How was work?” I replied, “Fine. They’re letting me take three days off, paid vacation. Why are you still awake?” Carl replied, “I wanted to see how things went with your request and to bring something else up that we never discussed. This weekend Chuck will be off work and I’m sure he’ll want to hang out.” I realized what Carl was saying and said, “I hadn’t thought about that. Chris isn’t ready for Chuck to know about him yet.” Carl said, “Yeah, that’s why I thought I’d wait up.” I laughed and said, “Why? So you could ruin what had been a really good day until now.” Carl laughed and said, "Yeah, that’s what I live for, wrecking your good moods. No, I might have an idea. A kind of workaround the issue.” I asked, “And?” Carl continued, “Well, you’re going to be off Wednesday through Sunday, right? Chuck will only be around over the weekend. What if we invite him over Friday night and then I’ll invite myself over to his house on Saturday.” I asked, “How would you do that?” Carl smiled and said, “I’ll make him think it’s his idea.” I chuckled, “So, we’ll be able to have some fun with Elijah before the weekend and then Chuck will be over Friday night and Chris, Saturday night.” Carl smiled and said, “Well, I still have to work all week, so during the week, you’ll have to keep things pretty much in your bedroom after I go to bed.” I grinned and said, “We’ll try to keep it down. Thanks, Carl.” He looked at me and said, "For what?” I replied, “For thinking about things I hadn’t and making a plan to get around it, so I didn’t have to.” Carl smiled and said, “Just looking out for my little bro.” I bent down and gave him a big hug. I took a shower, and we went to bed. I slept like a baby. Well, a baby with a big spoon behind me.

The next morning, I made breakfast while Carl got ready for work. He wasn’t used to Bacon and eggs with toast and oatmeal with real fruit. He normally either ate cereal or had a bowl of oatmeal, so I thought I’d treat him to something special this morning. When he came into the kitchen, he said, “You didn’t have to do this, but it smells awesome. Thanks.” I said, “Just looking out for my big bro.” After Carl left for work, I called Elijah and gave him the news. He was ecstatic and we planned on him arriving by ten on Wednesday morning. I figured we could go to lunch and catch up then come back to the house. My next call was to Chris to invite him for lunch. He asked, “Sure. Where do you want to go?” I asked, “Do you like chicken alfredo?” He replied, “Yeah. I haven’t had it in a while. Where do you want to meet?” I said could you meet me here? I have a recipe I think you’ll like.” Chris asked, “So what time would Chef Jeremy like me to be there?” I said, “How about noon? I have to go to work later.” Chris replied, “I’ll be there at noon on the dot.” I immediately went to work making the alfredo sauce.

Chris arrived right on time. I met him at the door. He smiled at me with those gorgeous dimples and asked, “I’d have been happy with a burger. You didn’t need to waste your morning making me lunch.” I smiled back as he came inside, “It’s my pleasure, besides, I wanted to talk to you in private.” We walked into the kitchen, and I had Chris take a seat. I then served him a salad with his favorite Thousand Island dressing. I retrieved a salad for myself and then served Chris a plate full of thinly sliced chicken breast covered in a fettuccini alfredo sauce with baby sweet peas with a glass of white wine. I had the same, except I had water since I had to work later. As we ate, I told him about Elijah visiting on Wednesday, “Yeah, I was able to get three nights off with pay, so Elijah will be arriving Wednesday morning. We’ll probably spend the day catching up and then have dinner. I don’t know if he’ll want to eat out or just relax here after the long drive. Would you like to join us for dinner?” Chris replied, “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your time with your friend, Elijah.” I said, “That’s why I’m spending the morning and afternoon with him. I’m sure he won’t want to spend his entire time with just me.” Chris then asked, “What about Carl?” I was a little confused and asked, “What about Carl? He’s only known Elijah a little longer than you, and I did overhear Carl suggesting a foursome.” I couldn’t resist breaking into a grin. Chris turned bright red and said, “So, you heard that.” I grinned wider and then said, “The other thing I wanted to talk about is that Chuck will be off this weekend. Carl is going to try and get him to invite him over to Chuck’s place on Saturday night so maybe you can come over here.” Chris smiled and said, “I really appreciate you trying to include me, but won’t I just be a third wheel?” I responded, “Did you feel like a third wheel Saturday night?” Chris looked surprised and said, “No! Not at all. It was great, but it was you and Carl. I felt more comfortable.” I decided to tease him, “So, you wouldn’t feel comfortable if Carl isn’t here?” Chris’ eyes opened wide and he said, “No! That’s not what I meant! I mean, with you and Carl, well, no. You’re right. It’s because you were there that I was comfortable doing what we did. I guess if you really want me to come, I will.” I smiled and said, “Thanks, Chris. It’s all dependent on Carl convincing Chuck to invite him over though. You’re still welcome to come by regardless, but I know you wouldn’t want to engage in anything with Chuck around.” Chris said, “Yeah. Maybe someday I will, but I’m not ready for that yet. He just seems too gangsta for me.” I started laughing and said, “You really need to hang out with him sometime. He’s not the guy everyone perceives him to be. He’s a pretty good guy and an awesome cook.” Chris said, “Really? I never would have pegged him as the cooking type.” I laughed again, “The reputation Chuck seems to have around here is so different than the actual person. He told us about what happened and why he was in Juvenile detention, not prison. I believe the story he told us about what happened. He seemed to be genuine when he told us. He’s either a truly nice guy or a very good con artist.” Chris said, “It’s the con artist thing that worries me.” I nodded, “That’s a valid concern.” We finished lunch and I took Chris’ empty plate and asked, “Was the food to your liking, sir?” Chris laughed and said, “It was delicious. Please give the chef my compliments and I’ll be giving my waiter a large tip.” I grinned and said, I hope it’s the tip I was hoping for, but if it is, I want more than the tip. I want the whole thing.” Chris laughed and said, “I’m sure we could arrange that.” I rinsed the plates. I had already rinsed the pans and put them in the dishwasher. Then I stepped next to Chris who was still seated at the table. He glance up at me smiling and then began opening my shorts. I said, “I thought I was the one getting the tip?” Chris looked up and grinned, those damn dimples, “But you haven’t served me dessert yet. I get that before the bill don’t I?” I grinned and said, “The customer is always right.” He opened my shorts, allowing them to drop to my ankles and then slowly slid my briefs down across my hips before my cock sprang out and smacked across his cheek, leaving a streak of precum across it. He took the base in his hand and smacked his own cheeks with my hard cock before putting it in his mouth. He began sucking it while we removed our clothes. He had to pause the remarkable job he was doing long enough for me to remove his T-shirt. At that point, we moved into the living room. He had me sit on the sofa and he got on his knees between my legs. He bent down and started licking my balls, getting them soaked in his saliva. He looked up at me as he did and I was smiling down at him, “That feels really good, Chris.” He grinned with those cute dimples and then took my cock back in his mouth. He choked a few times as he tried deepthroating me. I was impressed with his effort, “You’re getting better at it. Just don’t push it. Fuck!” Chris caught me by surprise as he plunged his mouth down on my cock, taking it into his throat. A second or two later, he pulled back up and off my cock, choking. I patted him on the back, “You ok, Chris? I told you not to push it, but you actually did it!” Chris held up his hand with his index finger as he finished choking. Then he looked up at me, smiling, with tears running down his cheeks. I wiped his tears from his face with my finger before changing my mind and instead licked the salty in taste, but sweet in nature, tears. We then kissed for a bit before he broke away and said, “Let me finish my dessert.” He then went back down on my cock. He became braver and was periodically going all the way down on my cock. It was getting me close from both the feel of his throat muscles and seeing him enthusiastically and proudly deepthroating me. I let him know, “I’m getting close. Maybe you should take a break and let me suck you for a bit.” He shook his head and continued going down on my cock. I was running my hands through his dark, curly hair and soon warned him, “Chris, you’re going to make me cum! Maybe you should stop! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Oh, fuck!” He was all the way down on my cock as the first rope of cum shot right down his throat. He pulled up some and the remainder filled his mouth with my seed. As I sat back catching my breath, Chris climbed onto my lap and began kissing me with his cummy mouth. Our tongues danced between our mouths while we snowballed my cum back and forth until we had consumed it. We broke our kiss and smiled at each other lustfully. Then I grabbed him on both sides and swung him down on the sofa on his back. Chris yelled, “Whoa! What the fuck?” I smiled down at him and said, “You had dessert. Now I want my tip.” Chris grinned as I dove down onto his cock. He placed his hands on my head and said, “It’s all yours, Jeremy.” I began playing with his balls as I took his cock in my mouth and worked my tongue around his steely shaft. He began moaning as I took his entire length down my throat continuously. As I would come up for air periodically, I would taste the copious amounts of precum he was producing. Chris joked, “If I hadn’t seen you eat, I would have thought you were starving to death. Holy shit, Jeremy!” I continued my mouth assault on Chris’ cock, anxious for my creamy reward. Chris soon gave that to me, “Holy fuck, Jeremy. You’re going to make me cum! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! Fuck!” I pulled back enough so I could savor every drop of his sweet, creamy cum as he filled my mouth. I felt his whole body spasm with every spurt into my mouth. As I drained the last small dribbles from him, I slowly pulled off his cock and smiled down at him. He was grinning up at me and said, “That was the best tip I’ve ever given.” I leaned down on top of him and we kissed and shared his cum this time. We continued making out well after there was none of his cum left to share. We made out, loving the feel of our warm, naked bodies merging into one. Then I felt his pushing me up. I got up on my knees thinking something was wrong. I was puzzled because he was grinning. Before I was able to ask, he suddenly flipped over onto his stomach, pushed his butt upward, and said, “Now I want your tip. Fuck me, Jeremy.” I smiled down at him and looked at his perfect, firm, muscular buns pushed up, inviting me to plant my hard cock between them. I leaned down and licked between those sweet buns, going deeper until I found my target. Then I began playing at the tight ring with the tip of my tongue, drawing deep breaths and heavy sighs from Chris as he squirmed beneath me. Chris let out a long, “Fuuuuuck.” as I slowly sank my tongue into him. I tongue-fucked him for several minutes before he said, “Fuck me, Jeremy. I need you inside me. Please.” I got up and retrieved some lube and squirted some into his hole and then began to insert a finger. Chris protested, “No, Jeremy. I need your cock in me, not your finger.” I asked, “Are you sure you’re ready?” He said, “More than ready. Fuck me. Give me that big, hot cock, Jeremy.” By now, my cock was throbbing with excitement. Chris’ begging had me hot as hell. I slowly entered him and he surprised me by pushing his butt up into me, taking my cock. I was soon pressed tightly against those firm, muscular buns which I loved having against my crotch. I began kissing his neck and shoulders as I ground my cock inside him. I slowly withdrew a few inches and then pushed back inside. Chris cooed, “Oh yeahhh, that’s the spot. Ohhh fuuuck,” I continued slowly fucking him, massaging his prostate as he moaned beneath me. I continued tugging outward and then plunging back inside, raking across his prostate. Chris said quietly, “Fuck yes, Jeremy. Make love to me. Make me yours. Breed me with your seed.” I continued and then he slowly began pushing back up into my downward thrusts. I pulled him to his knees with his face still on the sofa cushion as he rocked back into my forward thrusts. We were speeding up and the room soon filled with the slapping sounds of our fuck. Chris groaned, “Uhh! Uhhh! Ahhh! AaaaH! Fuck yes! Fuck me, Jeremy! Oh my god, yes! Fuck me!” I was getting close and grabbed his ankles. Then in one move, I flipped him around onto his back keeping my cock inside him. He yelped in surprise, and I looked down at his wide eyes before he grinned up at me and said, “Fuck yeah, Jeremy! Now fuck me until you breed me!” I couldn’t believe the fiery lust in his eyes. It made me even hotter as I raised his legs up and began hammering inside him once more. Chris’ eyes locked onto mine as I fucked him hard. His mouth was open but nothing intelligible was coming out until, “I’m cumming!” His rigid cock had been bouncing on his hard abs as I fucked him, but suddenly it stretched up off his abs harder than ever and then rope after rope blasted from his untouched cock. Chris cried out, “Ahh! Ahhh! Mmmph!” as some of his cum landed in his open mouth. His hole was spasming around my cock as his cock sent bolt after bolt of cum across his face, neck, and chest. His cock was still throbbing and sending dribbles of cum from it as I leaned down and shot my own seed deep inside him. I laid on top of him as we caught our breath, feeling his chest heave beneath me. As my breathing slowed, I began kissing his neck, tasting some of his cum that bathed his body moments before. Then I raised my head and looked into those beautiful eyes. He was smiling as was I. He licked some of the cum from his lips and I licked some from his cheek and then we kissed some more, passionately. Eventually, we broke our kiss and Chris said, “Thank you. I wanted that so much.” I just looked into those sweet eyes and replied, “Thank you, Chris. I’m glad I could make you lunch.” Chris giggled slightly in a way I’d never heard before and then he said, “Oh, you made me lunch alright, and dessert was fire.” I laid back down onto him and that’s where we remained for a while. Just enjoying the feel of each other, connected, as one.

I woke up, still in Chris’ arms and checked the time. I kissed Chris, waking him, and said, “We need to get in the shower. I have to get ready for work.” Chris’ eyes opened wide, “We were asleep that long?” I nodded as I peeled myself off of him as the cum which had been drying attempted to keep us connected. We both laughed. I took his hand and pulled him off the sofa and then we went into my shower and cleaned up. Chris apologized for taking up my whole afternoon. I replied, “Don’t apologize for it. I’ll be floating through work tonight with memories of this afternoon.” Chris smiled and said, “Thanks, Jeremy. This was a very special afternoon for me too. I doubt I’ll ever forget it.”

While I was at work, looking through reports and design change recommendations, I kept thinking about the afternoon I had with Chris. It made me feel fantastic. He made me feel fantastic. All of a sudden I felt a presence and looked up to see one of the administrative assistants smiling down at me. She must have been working late tonight. She said, “I see you from time to time when I’m working late. Tonight, you seem a little different. You seem to be floating around the place and you’ve had a smile on your face the whole time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re in love.” I felt my face flush and said, “I uh. No! I mean I had a lunch date today, but we’re not. I mean I’m not seeing anyone steady right now. I uh, just had a great afternoon. It’s, I mean.” She smiled wider and said, “Uh, huh. Enjoy your night.” Then she walked toward the lobby and got in the elevator leaving me there confused. What had just happened? What did she see. Was I wearing my fantastic afternoon all over my face? Shit! I had stood up as I had tried to explain to her that it was just a lunch date but had stumbled on every word. After a minute, I plunged back down onto the chair and then just sat there with a smile on my face.

As I was driving back home from work, I was singing at the top of my lungs, very badly I must admit. As I stopped at a red light, I looked over and saw a guy and girl looking over at me laughing. They looked like they were college students in their early twenties. I realized they were laughing at my singing since our windows were both down. I grinned back at them sheepishly and waved hello. The girl yelled over, “You sound like you’re in a good mood.” I said, “Yeah. Sorry about my singing or at least my attempt at it.” They both laughed and then the guy said, “Don’t worry about it. If you’re happy, let it fly.” The girl shut him up when she said, “Yeah, he sings all the time and he’s much worse than you!” He gave her a look of shock and I just laughed and said, “Have a fire night!” The light had changed, and I resumed my drive. They had turned left. As I neared the house, I thought about Elijah visiting in just over a day and smiled. I hoped he and Chris got along well. It dawned on me that I might have some decisions to make in the near future but I wasn’t going to let it bring my mood down.

As I entered the house, I saw Carl sitting on the sofa. I figured he was still awake because of the lights I saw as I pulled into the driveway. “How was work?”, Carl asked as I walked in. I smiled and said, “It was a blur. I got a lot done but don’t remember much of it.” Carl said, “You seem to be in a good mood, so I’m assuming you had a good day.” My reply was short, “I had a great day.” Carl said, “Glad to hear. Have a seat. I heard you pull into the driveway, so I made you a drink. I have some news.” My ears perked up hearing this, “What kind of news?” Carl said, “I talked with Chuck today.” I sat down. Carl now had my full attention. He handed me my drink and then said, “I told him about Elijah visiting and he seemed anxious to get to know him better.” I said, “I bet.” Carl continued, “Well, I let him know that Saturday night, Chris would be coming over and might stay a while.” I was a little puzzled with where Carl was going with this.” Carl said, “Chuck asked me how long Chris would stay, and said he was concerned we wouldn’t be doing anything as long as he was there. I told him that was a possibility and because we’d probably be drinking, he might stay the night.” I grinned and said, “That was pretty sly of you. You didn’t lie, but you made the right insinuation. I like that. Thanks.” Anyway, Chuck then asked if I would be ok leaving the ‘party’ Saturday night and coming back to his place. Of course, I said I would.” I quickly hugged him and said, “You’re sacrificing your night for me. I don’t know how to thank you.” I felt Carl freeze beneath me and wondered if I said something wrong. I pulled back and looked at him. Carl said, “Jeremy, as much as I’d like to be the hero here and as you say, ‘sacrifice myself for you’, I have to admit, I like Chuck. I want to spend time with him. It’s not a sacrifice for me. I’ve been tearing myself apart because I haven’t been hiding it but I wasn’t telling you that I like him either. I’m sorry if I hurt you and don’t want to. I’m not even sure if the feelings are mutual, but I need to be honest with you about it.” Carl’s admission caught me off guard. I knew he and Chuck were getting pretty friendly, but to hear him admit that he had feelings for him was a surprise. There was a lot to process, but I hugged him tightly and said, “Thanks Carl, for being honest with me. I understand completely and I’m happy for you. That is, if everything works out. I guess this has been happening for a while. I thought it was because of my insecurity, but now that I think about it, it’s been happening the whole time. You’ve been coddling me like a lost puppy because of my breakup with Kayla. All the while, I’ve been stifling your own relationships with other people.” Carl hugged me tightly and said, “Don’t ever think that, Jeremy. I’ve loved every minute with you. It wasn’t a sacrifice for me, but after seeing you with Elijah and then Chris, I thought I may have been smothering you. It was me keeping you from exploring your possibilities. But don’t get me wrong, I love every minute of our time together and hope we can continue to have our fun together. If things ever change, I’d take you in a second, but I also know we both have other people in our lives. I’ll always want to be here as your big bro, and will always be willing, as unconventional as it might sound, to be your lover.” I asked Carl, “So, this is it?” Carl quickly said, “No! I mean we’re still bros and roommates and I’d like to continue things as they are, at least until one of us decides to get into a monogamous relationship with someone other than each other. I hugged him and said, “I like that idea.” Then we kissed. As I broke the kiss, I looked at him and said, “So, will you still be sharing my bed?” Carl smiled and replied, “As long as you’ll let me. As far as I’m concerned, for now at least, nothing has changed between us. I just wanted to clear the air about Chuck. You’ve already been open to me about how you feel about Elijah and Chris.” I smiled and said, “And you.” We finished our drinks and Carl got up and took our glasses out to the kitchen. I yelled into the kitchen, “Ready for bed?”, knowing Carl had to work tomorrow morning. I was surprised when he returned carrying two more drinks. I asked, “Aren’t you working tomorrow?” Carl said, “Yes. Why?” Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I said, “Who the hell is at the door this time of night? I’ll get it.” Carl said thanks as he was setting the glasses down.

To be cont’d                                                                    

 

End of Chapter 32