How I Got My Revenge

How I got My Revenge

Chapter 3 Confessions

Carl’s mouth slowly worked its way to my neck, kissing it just below my ear and then under my jaw. I began breathing hard. He slowly moved down to lick my right nipple, which had my cock jumping. A sudden shock ran through me as he nibbled on it. My brain was telling me to push him off and stop this madness, but my body was wanting more of this new carnal madness. He began switching back and forth between my nipples, licking and biting them, eliciting gasps and moans from me as my body surrendered itself to his ministrations. Slowly, Carl moved down my abs to tongue my bellybutton as my cock throbbed in my briefs, creating a wet spot from the precum surging from it. To my shock, Carl then licked the wet spot and nibbled at the head of my cock through my briefs, then suddenly whisked them down and off, exposing my hardness. Jeremy then began licking the length of my shaft from base to tip. He sometimes stopped periodically to lick at my ball sack. This was driving me crazy as I moaned and yelled out profanities at times while Carl worked my cock over. I was in a sexual frenzy, “Oh fuck! Oh my god! Oh shit! Holy fuck! Oh fuck!” Then Carl took my cock into his mouth, bobbing up and down on its length. I was seeing stars, lost in an animal-like lust that I’d never experienced before! Suddenly, I cried out, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck! Uhhh!” Carl didn’t skip a beat as he continued sliding his lips up and down my shaft as my cock pumped my cum into his mouth. Carl swallowed what he could while the rest ran down his chin. As my cock finally finished pulsing, Carl moved his lips up and down it a few more times, causing me to squirm from its sensitivity. Carl then slowly moved up on the bed and drew me into his arms. We embraced for a bit and then Carl pulled my head down onto his chest and we fell asleep.

I awoke Saturday morning alone in bed. Thoughts of the previous night spun in my aching head. I wondered if it was all just a dream or did it really happen? I then realized I was naked. I groggily crawled out of bed and found my underwear on the floor. Sliding them on, I made my way into the living room. Carl was sitting there on the sofa, staring forward with a blank look on his face. I said, “Hey. Morning.” A tear rolled down Carl’s cheek as he said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I understand if you want me to leave. Just please, don’t tell my parents or Kayla.” It obviously had happened, but we were drunk. I said, “Dude! Look! We were pretty drunk, and shit happened. Don’t worry about it. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I almost thought it had been a dream (I had). To be honest, it was awesome. Kayla never would do that for me, so I can’t make a comparison, but wow! Carl’s shoulder shrugged as he said, “Somehow, you telling me how good I was at it doesn’t make me feel any better about what happened. But Kayla never…you know….did that for you? Sorry! Don’t answer that! This is my sister we’re talking about! I feel ashamed about what happened. I can’t blame it on being drunk. I feel like I helped you cheat on Kayla.” 

After getting a cup of coffee and setting it on the end table, I went into the bedroom and retrieved an envelope from my dresser drawer. I returned to the living room and sat down next to Carl and then pulled a letter from the envelope and handed it to Carl. I took a sip of my coffee as I tried to hide a tear running down my left cheek. I watched as Carl read the letter and then refolded it before handing it back to me saying, “Jeremy, I’m so sorry. When did you get this letter from her?” I shrugged and said, “It was about a week and a half ago. I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to tell you before we accepted the house but you said yes before I could say we’d get back to them in the morning. It’s ok if you want to back out on the agreement now.” Carl gave me a strange look and asked, “Why would I want to do that? Jeremy, I feel so bad for you. Yeah, Kayla’s my sister, but I’m pissed at her for doing this to you. You must think my whole family is a fucked-up mess, especially after last night.”

I took a deep breath to compose myself before saying, “The day I got home and found that letter was one of the worst days of my life. I knew it was bad. It wasn’t a text or a voice mail. It was a letter, something someone writes now when they don’t want a response. I cried for a long time and slowly realized I was just as much at fault. I could have tried to talk her out of it, but I didn’t.” Carl broke in, “That’s because you didn’t want to be selfish. You wanted her to succeed, to take advantage of a great opportunity.” I nodded, “Yes, I did, but I also knew what might happen if we were separated for so long. I’m sure she was lonely. I refuse to blame only her for what happened. It hurt really badly and still does, but I’ve come to accept it. So now you know.” Carl asked, “But why would you think I wouldn’t want to be your roommate just because you and Kayla broke up?” I replied, “I thought the reason you wanted to be my roommate was because of Kayla.” Carl smiled and said, “Maybe, at first, but then I started thinking of you as the little brother I never had or that’s what I’ve been telling myself. After last night though”, Carl trailed off.

I sat there next to him, not sure what to say as I reflected on what had happened last night and my odd actions and feelings over the past several weeks since the letter from Kayla. I am so fucked up in the head right now. How can I comfort Carl when I’m so fucked myself? Carl glanced in my direction and must have noticed my blank stare and just turned to face back forward, not knowing what to say or whether to say anything. We sat there for over an hour as we both stayed in our own heads pondering what was next. Finally, I turned to Carl and said, “Look, I’m as confused by this as you probably are, but I don’t want this to cause any issues between us. For now, at least, let’s pretend last night didn’t happen and not because it was a bad thing in either of our minds, but because we each need to take time to process it and then talk about it when we’re ready. Don’t take that in a bad way because I don’t mean it that way at all. Carl finally made eye contact, and said, “I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I’m in agreement with us taking time to figure this out. I don’t want any issues between us either and I do need to think on this. I agree we take a do-over.” I replied, “Ok, great”, but wasn’t sure a do-over was what I had in mind. I wasn’t sure if I wanted a reset or if I wanted a continuation. That was dependent on me figuring out whether Carl was just a replacement for Kayla or if I truly had feelings for him. Then there was the camping trip assault on me and the psychological impact that may be playing. I’m so fucked in the head right now. I need to get this right. I don’t want to fuck things up with Carl because of the camping trip nor because of Kayla, and yet I don’t want to use Carl as a crutch because of Kayla or the camping trip. Face it, I’m just fucked up in the head. Fuck!

The next few days were still uncomfortable, but we didn’t let it get in the way of our plans to move into the house. Carl had even offered to sleep on the sofa instead of in the bed, but I assured him that wouldn’t be necessary nor my wish. Carl packed up what he could during the week while I was at work, and we were soon ready for the move. Since the lease Kayla and I had was yearly, we would lose the security deposit, but Carl had agreed to make up Kayla’s loss so she wouldn’t be impacted by our decision.

I arrived home Friday night, after work and walked into the apartment. I looked around and recalled memories of Kayla and me. I’d get home and find her still awake, studying for one exam or another. I would greet her and then try to be the caring boyfriend and tell her sleep is also necessary for the brain to absorb knowledge. She would always reply about how late I worked after a long day of classes. We were both right and we both knew it, and then we’d stay up later talking or cuddling or having sex or all of the above. I teared up thinking about it and the realization that this phase in my life was over. Memories of Kayla and I in this apartment would always be with me, and I have photos and videos of us and our antics. (No, I didn’t video any of the sex we had). I would be leaving this apartment and its past behind and would be moving forward in a new location with Kayla’s brother, Carl. That new beginning would also be complicated by our recent activity as well as my own issues.

I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Carl. The sofa was one of the few pieces of furniture still in the room. I asked him, “So, how was your day?” Carl smiled and said, “Troubled.” I had to ask, “Troubled, why?” Carl let out a sigh and smiled slightly, “Jeremy, I need you to know the truth. From the first time I met you, I liked you, and as I said before, was looking forward to having you as my brother-in-law. After that first weekend though, I found myself jealous of Kayla. I was attracted to you after getting to know you as a person and then seeing your tight body. I never felt that way about another guy. After Kayla went off to England, I began looking at you differently. I was checking you out in the shower.” I interrupted him, “Carl! You don’t need to explain yourself. I already told you it wasn’t a problem.” He continued, “No, Jeremy. I need to tell you all of it. We’re moving tomorrow and I want to lay it all on the table before we do. Let me finish. I was checking you out and not like guys do in the locker room when comparing, but sexually. I can’t count the number of times I had to hide a bone I threw because of you. I even had a wet dream about you on more than one occasion.” I grinned and even felt my face flush, “So that was about me?” Carl gasped in embarrassment, “Oh fuck no! You witnessed it?” I grinned and replied, “If it was when I think, not entirely.” I then told him what I’d witnessed. Carl’s mouth gaped open as he was stunned when I admitted to stroking my own cock while watching the wet spot grow in his briefs as he was cumming and then rushing into the bathroom when I thought he was waking up. Carl looked surprised as he suddenly realized, “So that’s why the door was closed!” I smiled, a little embarrassed myself now, “Yeah, I kinda had my own wet spot to hide.” Carl looked stunned, “So, all along, you’ve been checking me out too?” I nodded in semi-affirmation, “It’s a little more complimented than that. I guess it grew after I realized it was over between Kayla and me. It was slow at first, but I actually had a weird dream about you as well, but it involved other things from my past.” Carl asked excitedly, “Last Friday night?” I nodded and then he said, “I thought that was about Kayla!” Now I was embarrassed, “You were awake?” Carl grinned, “Yep. I watched as you stripped out of your underwear and then slid on a new pair. I checked them out to verify it when you were in the shower.” “Seriously dude?”, I said and then not to be outdone (yes, we were still competing), I admitted, “By the way, that was my cum in your underwear that you hid in the hamper the other week.” Carl’s jaw dropped, “You fucking pervert!” I grinned mischievously and then leaned over and kissed him. Carl moaned in pleasure as he returned the kiss.

Carl’s moans grew louder as my hand moved to his crotch to massage his hardening cock. Carl soon was massaging my own stiff cock as our kiss grew more passionate. I broke the kiss and moved to the floor between Carl’s legs. I had no idea what I was doing but wanted to try to repay what he had done for me. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the zipper down and Carl lifted up slightly allowing me to slide his shorts down and off. Carl stayed slightly elevated, expecting me to pull down his briefs, but instead I looked up at him with a grin and then leaned in and placed my teeth over his hard shaft near the base and nibbled slightly on it, causing Carl to groan with excitement. I gradually nibbled my way up his shaft toward the head and when I arrived there I found it was already wet with his precum. I flicked at the wetness with my tongue before placing my mouth over it. Carl groaned, “Oh fuck yes, Jeremy.” I then pulled back slightly and grabbed the waistband of his briefs on both sides and slid them down to his ankles. Carl kicked them off and then sat down again with his legs spread wide. I looked up at him to see him grinning widely at me. I smiled back and then bent down and took his hard shaft in my left hand and brought my mouth toward it. As it touched my lips, suddenly a memory flashed through my head of a cock being pressed against my closed lips and a voice prodding, “Open up those lips.”, and then the cock slapping me across my cheeks before a finger plunged into my exposed hole causing me to yell which allowed the guy in front of me to force his cock into my mouth. I suddenly dropped back onto my heals and realized I was breathing heavily, almost panting from the flashback. Carl snapped me out of it, “Jeremy! Are you alright? You don’t have to do this. I understand if you don’t want to.” Carl was looking at me with concern and then began to get up. I put my hands on his thighs preventing him and said, “No, Carl. It isn’t that I don’t want to. I just had a bad memory flash and it was intense.” Carl asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head, “No. Maybe another time. Let me do this for you.” Carl still looked concerned, but he nodded his head. I looked back to his cock which had gone soft because of my interruption. It made me feel bad, but also gave me the determination to continue. I began by licking his balls which had the reaction of causing his cock to stir back to life. I then moved up from his balls and began licking at his hardening shaft. It wasn’t long before it was steely hard and pulsing with my every lick upward. I looked up at Carl who was smiling down at me. I smiled back and then once again took his shaft in my left hanh and brought my mouth to the head of his cock. This time, I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in my mouth and closed my lips around it. Carl let out a long breath of air. I used my tongue to swirl around the spongy mushroom-shaped head, and then slowly moved down the shaft until I felt my gag reflex begin. I pulled back until it faded and then began working my mouth up and down Carl’s rigid shaft. I was slowly getting further down and after a while, I was almost taking all of his cock. Carl was moaning in pleasure and was encouraging me, “Fuck Jeremy! That feels so fucking good. Oh, God yes!” His breathing was getting heavier, and he began running his fingers through my hair and was at times rubbing my shoulders and back. I noticed Carl’s cock begin to harden more and suddenly he pushed me off his cock. I looked up questioningly at Carl who smiled before leaning down and kissing me. He then pulled me up and while giving me another kiss, began removing my own pants. He allowed them to drop around my ankles and then lowered himself down while sliding my briefs down my legs. He immediately took my hard shaft in his mouth and was soon bobbing on my shaft. After a while, he pulled off my cock and looked up at me with a mischievous grin and then took my cock and began slapping it against his cheeks while looking up at me. The image looked hot as hell and I couldn’t help but smile down at him. He continued doing that for a bit before taking it back into his mouth. While slurping on my cock, I soon felt Carl’s hands slide up to my butt. He began squeezing and massaging them. My breathing was getting heavier and more ragged, and I knew I was getting close. Suddenly, Carl pulled his mouth off my cock, looked up at me and said, “My turn again.” I smiled down at him and replied, “No problem.” I began to lower myself down to the floor, but Carl stopped me and pulled me around and then pushed me down on the edge of the sofa. Then he stepped in front of me between my legs while holing his stiff cock and grinned down at me. Carl then put his left hand on my head and then began slapping his cock against my cheeks. At first, I began to be concerned, then recalled my dream of Elijah’s sneering face turning into a grinning Carl and I smiled up at him. I recalled how hot it looked when Carl was doing it to himself, so I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of his hard shaft as it slapped across my cheek. I felt the texture of the tight skin of his shaft and the spongy softness of the head. I opened my mouth and the sound of the slap changed and I couldn’t help but grin up at Carl. He was grinning back and said, “That looks so fucking hot.” I then stuck my tongue out as Carl continued slapping away. His rigid, wet cock was leaving wet streaks across my cheeks and at times, strings of precum stretched like spider webs between my cheeks and the tip of his cock. Carl the began tapping it on my extended tongue and it stimulated my taste buds with its subtle, salty sweet flavor. Then Carl inserted his cock back into my mouth and taking my head in both hands, began face-fucking me, but making sure not to go too deep. At times he did go a little too far, causing me to choke. I soon got accustomed to it and he was almost making contact with my nose against his abs. His pubes were actually tickling the tip of my nose. I reached up and grabbed a handful of Carl’s hard, muscular butt cheeks and assisted with the mouth-fucking while inhaling the manly musk of his crotch which was causing my head to swim with lust. I felt my own cock twitching with excitement. Carl’s breathing was now growing heavier and more ragged, “Oh fuck! I’m getting close, Jeremy!” Carl released my head and began to pull his cock from my mouth. I had other plans and gripped Carl’s butt tighter and pulled his cock back into my mouth. Carl cried out, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I felt his cock pulse followed by wads of cum blasting into my mouth and down my throat as I swallowed the creamy load. Carl’s whole body seemed to spasm with each jet of cum he fired. The sensational feeling of his cum on my tongue seemed strange but exciting. Its salty sweet and creamy flavor was different than Carl’s precum. Soon Carl’s spasming ebbed and his cock stopped pulsing and I loosened my grip on Carl’s hard buns. Carl slowly pulled his cock from my lips and looked down at me with a smile. I returned his gaze with my own smile. I felt cum on my lips and some was even beginning to run down the corner of my mouth and collecting on my chin. I began to reach up to wipe it off when Carl leaned down licked it off and then brought his lips to mine, tasting his own cum. As we continued to kiss, Carl’s hand found its way to my precum-soaked crotch. Carl broke the kiss and we smiled at each other. Carl took my hand and pulled me back up and then quickly took my place on the sofa. My hard, wet cock bounced with excitement in front of Carl’s face. Carl reached behind me and grabbed my butt and pulled me forward and took my cock into his mouth. As his lips slid back and forth over my stiff shaft, I felt his fingers slowly sliding in the valley between my cheeks. They were wet. It felt a little weird at first, but I didn’t stop him. Carl must have taken that as a good sign, because he was soon rubbing a finger against my anal ring and then pushed inside. I grunted at first, “Oh fuck!” I began to involuntarily moan as Carl worked his finger around my hole, sliding it deeper as his mouth worked on my shaft. He was taking more of my cock into his mouth and his lips seemed slicker even though he kept them tightly on my shaft. What I didn’t realize was that I was flooding his mouth with precum from the stimulation he was giving me with his now two fingers. I was moaning and grunting with pleasure and Carl began hitting something inside me that was sending charges up my spine. I felt my cum surging and announced, “I’m cumming!” Carl continued, even sucking harder and jammed his three fingers deep inside me. That was it, I erupted into Carl’s mouth. I thought I’d never stop cumming and each wad of cum that shot from my cock caused what seemed like an electrical charge through every nerve in my body. As my cock pumped away, my knees grew week and turned to rubber, and I collapsed forward onto Carl pinning his head against the sofa with my cock in his mouth still pulsing. I grabbed onto the back of the sofa to prevent all of my weight from pressing against him. As my cum flow eased and my breathing slowed, Carl eased me back and removed his mouth from my cock and slowly lowered me onto the sofa beside him and said, “That was amazing.”, then moved in and kissed me, sharing some of my own cum. After we broke the kiss, we sat shoulder to shoulder in silence, both reflecting on what had just happened. My thoughts went to last year when Elijah and Josh had basically raped me. I realized that what had just occurred now was totally different. One was an act of aggression, of humiliation and the other was an act of passion, of pleasure and possibly love? Carl broke me out of my thoughts by asking, “So, Jeremy?” He stopped until he realized he had my attention. I answered with a questioning, “Yes?” Carl asked, “Do you regret what we just did?” I smiled and replied, “No. You?” I saw a wide grin appear, “Nope. Where do we go from here?” I thought for a minute and replied, “That depends on what we want out of it. I’m willing to take things one day at a time for now and see what develops.” Carl smiled and said, “Sounds like a plan.” I then asked him, “So, are you still feeling troubled?” Carl looked at me with a huge grin on his face and replied, “Fuck no! Want a beer?” I grinned and said, “Great! Sure, I’ll have a beer.” We each drank a few and then crawled into bed. Tonight was different though. We cuddled.

 

End of Chapter 3