How I Got My Revenge

How I got My Revenge

Chapter 6

Revelation

After breakfast and showers, Steve and Carla said their goodbyes and headed for Ohio. As we watched them pull away, Carl said, “I guess I should have thought to put some pajamas on before coming out of the bedroom.” I replied, “At least you didn’t come out naked.” Carl laughed and said, “Yeah, mom would have really flipped.” Then Carl said, “Speaking of clothes, we need to do the laundry”, as I felt him push his hard cock into me from behind. I turned my head, grinned, and kissed Carl, then said, “I never thought I’d ever look forward to doing the laundry.” Once again, we remained in the laundry room while the washing machine and dryer performed before us. Ok, maybe it was us performing various positions while taking advantage of the various stages of the machine’s operations. Either way, laundry day was taking on a new meaning for us and while the laundry was getting cleaned, we were getting down and dirty. I was no longer worrying about my sexuality and was just enjoying the sex and my feelings for Carl were getting more serious. I had to admit, I still had feelings for Kayla, but her absence allowed me to keep it out of my mind for the most part.

After laundry, we did some yard work over at the Reynolds’ house. Mrs. Reynolds came out and thanked us, then let us know Mr. Reynolds was impressed as well. We then did some yard work at our place followed by yard play and then got both dirty and cleaned up in the shower. Yeah, we were a couple of horny, college aged guys with a lot of testosterone.

After dinner, while I cleaned up the dishes, Carl went through the mail, and finding one in particular, said to me, “Dude, this looks like some kind of invitation.” I dried my hands and took it from Carl. I opened it, then put it back in the envelope. Carl, being curious, asked, “What’s the invitation for?” I shrugged and said, “It’s for our high school reunion.” Carl looked at me with furrowed brows, “Don’t you want to go?” I shrugged and then responded, “I don’t know. It’s only been one year.” The rest of the evening I was thinking about the invitation and it was apparently obvious to Carl that I was acting strangely but he didn’t bug me about it.

The next two weeks were spent making sure the place was in order and clean enough for my mom as they would be staying the weekend before flying over to Japan. They were enamored with Carl and it made me feel so happy as well as relieved since I was on edge the whole weekend that something would go wrong. Sunday over dinner, something did. Mom was going on and on about their plans while in Japan until dad cleared his throat and gave her a look. Mom stopped suddenly and then looked to me and said, “Jeremy, your uncle Jim is keeping an eye on the house while we’re gone but has to fly to New York for some business in early July. Coincidentally, that’s the same time frame of your high school reunion which we’re assuming you’re attending. So, we’re hoping you can look after the place during that time.” I was blindsided, and felt obligated to do it, but I was not planning to go to the reunion, “Of course I’ll look after the house for you.”, I replied. Dad looked at me questioningly, “Are you sure, Jeremy? You look like there’s something wrong.” Damn! Dad always could tell when something was bothering me, and mom was giving me that same ‘something’s bothering you’ look. I said, “No, it’s fine. I won’t have to work from the second week of June until September and it won’t be a problem staying at the house until Uncle Jim gets back. Mom smiled and said, “Great! You had me worried there was something bothering you about that for a moment.” I knew, below the surface, that they knew there was something bothering me, but they weren’t going to air it in front of Carl.

That evening, after wishing my parents a safe flight (red eye), we hugged and said our goodbyes. They both told me they really liked Carl and said they’d invite him for Christmas next year which left him beaming as they headed off and drove their rental car toward the airport.We stood in the driveway until they were out of sight. I then turned to head back into the house and saw Carl looking at me strangely, “What?”. He responded with a shrug and replied, “Nothing.” After we were back inside I busied myself with cleaning up the dinner dishes. Carl was helping and every time I glanced his way, I found him looking at me oddly. Finally, I asked, “What?” Carl shook his head and said, “You weren’t being honest with your parents at dinner. What’s bothering you, Jeremy?” I replied defensively, “I’m always honest with my parents. They can tell when I’m not, so I don’t even try to lie to them.” Carl grinned, “Ok, I’ll give you that. Let me rephrase that and say you were being evasive.” I responded, “Why would I be evasive?” Carl said, “That’s MY question to you. Why were you being evasive? I’m thinking it has something to do with this reunion. You don’t want to go, do you?” I tried to ignore the question but knew Carl wasn’t going to let it go. Finally, I said, “Look, I’d rather not discuss it, Carl.” Carl replied defensively, “Ok, Jeremy. I won’t pressure you about it, but it seems to have hit a nerve and I just want to be there for you if you need me.” Fucker! He indeed hit a nerve. I felt guilty about hiding things from him for some reason. A tear ran down my cheek as I realized he was trying to comfort me. He reached over and wiped the tear from my eye with his finger and said, “Please, let me help you with this if I can.”  I couldn’t say anything, so I just nodded.

That night turned out to be a little uncomfortable as we didn’t talk much. Eventually, I decided to confide in Carl about what had happened to me on the team’s camping trip. I sat down on the sofa and said, “Ok, Carl. Do you really want to hear why I’m reluctant to go to the reunion?” Carl rushed to my side and said, “Of course I do. I’m here for you, bro.” I embraced Carl, knowing he wanted to help, but could I get through this without totally breaking down? I was able to describe what had happened and only broke down once I had finished. Carl said, “Oh my God Jeremy!”, then he embraced me as I cried and shook like a leaf. Carl whispered softly into my ear, “I wish I would have known that before I practically raped you that first time. I’m so sorry.” He squeezed me harder as I couldn’t say anything and just continued to cry. Eventually, I ran out of tears, and was feeling better. Telling Carl seemed to have eased some of the pain from that memory. I had held it in so long and hadn’t realized that it had been eating at me for a long time. I was no longer shaking and said, “Thank you, Carl. It felt good to get that out. I didn’t realize how much it had affected me. I had been trying to forget it had ever happened, but telling you helped a lot.” Carl pulled me in tighter and said, “I’m so sorry for what I did that first time. I didn’t ask. If I had known..” I shook my head and said, “It’s ok, Carl. You didn’t do anything wrong. I could have said no, but I didn’t want to. That first time with you was different. Please don’t regret it. We may not have what we have right now if that had never happened.” We cuddled on the sofa the rest of the evening before going to bed. It felt better to have gotten that off my chest, but I was still thinking about the reunion and the fact that I really wasn’t sure that I wanted to face those two again. Carl was quiet as well, although hes continued to caress my back and shoulders. He seemed to be distracted and I hoped he wasn’t rethinking our relationship and the baggage that I suddenly dropped. We went to bed, mine, and he spooned me as he held me tightly and that’s how we drifted to sleep.

Friday night as I got home from work, I found Carl on the sofa. He seemed to not be in a good mood. I said, “Hi, what’s up?” Carl looked up at me and asked, “Why didn’t you have those two arrested? They kidnapped then raped you.” His question took me off guard as I began to wonder if I should have told him after all. I tried to explain, “Carl, I had my own cum on me which could have made it hard to prove it wasn’t consensual. They also used that fact to help me clean up. It was my word against theirs.” Carl’s face had turned red, “Those two need to pay for what they did to you!” “Carl, calm down. I thought you said that if I told you what was bothering me that you wouldn’t get angry.” Carl replied, “I did promise you I wouldn’t get angry, at you! I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at them for what they did to you!” I sat down next to Carl and embraced him and after letting go of him and sitting back, said, “Thanks. I appreciate you caring so much.” Carl smiled and said, “Always. Ready for bed?” I grinned and asked, “Yours or mine?” Carl shrugged and said, “Doesn’t matter. Lead the way.” We climbed into Carl’s bed and I curled up to him with my head on his chest and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

The following Friday night when I got home, Carl was waiting for me on the sofa once again. Déjà vu? Carl looked up, smiled, and said, “Welcome home, Jeremy.” I smiled; glad he wasn’t in a bad mood like last Friday night. Then he said, “Jeremy, your parents are in Japan, and your uncle will be out of town.” I was wondering where Carl was taking this and said, “Yeah. Why are you asking? You were there when we discussed it.” Carl said, “Yes, and I was there when you said you’d look after the place while you uncle was out of town even if you’re not planning on going to the reunion.” I said, “Correct. I’ll mow the grass, clean the pool and keep the house clean. What brought this up? Would you like to take some time off work and join me. I would enjoy the company.” Carl remained vague, “Where does this fall around the reunion date?” I wondered where Carl was taking this, “It’s a little more than a week before the reunion, but already told you I’m not going to the reunion.”

Over the next two weeks Carl continued to ask me vague questions, like, “Where was the football team camping trip located and what was its vicinity to my parents’ house?”  “What was the layout of my parents’ property and how close were the nearest neighbors?” The last question really had me guessing what Carl was up to, “What were the full names of the two guys who raped me?”

It was the Thursday afternoon before Good Friday and I didn’t have to work so I arrived home right after my last class. Carl greeted me as soon as I walked in the door, “I thought you’d never get home. I think I got everything packed and ready to go. You might want to check to make sure I didn’t forget anything.” I kissed him and said, “As long as you put the bags in the car that I packed, we should be good to go. Let me take a quick shower and we can hit the road. After I showered and got dressed, we locked up the house, hopped in Carl’s car and headed for Steve and Carla’s.

It was late when we arrived, but Steve and Carla had waited up for us. They headed to bed soon after we had gotten our bags from the car and carried them up to Carl’s room. Before going upstairs, Steve said to me, “You could sleep in Kayla’s room if you don’t want to share a bed with Carl since she’s not going to be home.” Carla’s eyes opened wide and she said, “Steve! Do you really think that’s a good idea? What were you thinking to even suggest that?” Steve realized his mistake and said, “Sorry, Jeremy. I wasn’t thinking.” I smiled reassuringly and said, “No problem. It’s cool. Carl doesn’t snore, much.” Carl objected, “What? I don’t snore”, before realizing I was kidding. Carla and Steve both grinned and Steve said, “Just like brothers.” We each drank a beer before heading upstairs. Carl wanted to get a shower before going to bed. I surprised Carl by stepping in the shower behind him and pressing up against him. Feeling my hard cock pressing between his firm buns, Carl glanced back at me and said, “You’re going to get me in trouble.” I snickered and gave Carl a kiss on the lips. When we crawled into Carl’s bed I said, “This bed feels different than it did the last time I slept in it. When are we going to break it in?” Carl grinned at me ad said, “You’re pushing it.” I grinned and said, “I’d like to be pushing it in.”, before cuddling up against carl spooning him before falling asleep.

We woke the next morning to Carls knocking on the bedroom door, “Boys, breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes.” Carl replied, “Ok mom. Thanks.” He moved away from me quickly in case his mom opened the door to say anything else. I laughed as I climbed off the bed. We quickly dressed and went downstairs. While Carla was pouring me a cup of coffee, Carl went into the living room to talk to his dad. Not wanting to intrude on them, I stayed in the kitchen and helped Carla set the table for breakfast. After breakfast, Carla announced that she and Steve were going out shopping for a few things she needed for Easter dinner. When his parents weren’t looking, Carl shot me a sly grin which caused a stirring in my briefs.

As Steve’s car pulled out of the driveway, Carl grinned at me and said, “Ok, You got your wish. Let’s go break in my bed.” I grinned and we raced up to Carl’s room. After practically ripping off each other’s clothes, we took turns gobbling down each other’s rigid cock before breaking into a sixty-nine. A few minutes into that, I felt a wet finger probing at my hole. I did the same to Carl, working a finger in and out, soon adding a second and then third. I stopped suddenly and removed my fingers and said, “I wanna fuck you.” Carl Climbed off me and then quickly flipped me onto my stomach and said, “Maybe, after I’m through with your butt.” He climbed back over me and began sliding his wet hard cock in the valley between my cheeks. My breathing became heavier as I said, “Oh, yeah. That feels good.” Carl soon asked, “Ready for my cock?” I glanced back at him and said, “I am so ready for your hot stiff cock. Fuck me, Carl!” I jumped and whinced a bit when the head of his cock penetrated me, but soon he was balls deep with his pubes pressed tightly against my buns. Carl groaned, “Damn, Jeremy. I love you hot tight ass.”, as he began stroking in and out of me with deep, slow strokes while kissing the back of my neck. Before long, he began speeding up. He was hitting my prostate with each stroke and I was loving it, “Fuck yeah! Fuck my ass! Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck yes! Harder! Slam my hole!” I was writhing beneath him in ecstasy, trying to get more of him inside me. I soon cried out my imending orgasm, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Keep fucking me! Fuck yeah! Slam my hole!”, I cried out as my cock began unloading my seed onto the sheets beneath me. My spasming hole apparently brought Carl over the edge as well as he cried out, “Fuck! Cumming too!” I felt his cock throbbing against my tight ring and the pulsing pressure as his seed was injected inside me. As his cock finished shooting, Carl collapsed down on top of me, pushing me down onto the puddle of cum I had just deposited. Carl chuckled and said, “Fuck that was hot. What a way to break my bed in.” I laughed below him and said, “Yeah, but how are we going to wash your sheets without your mom finding out and asking questions?” Suddenly, Carl rolled off me , “Oh, fuck! Quick, get up!” I rolled off the bed and Carl quickly pulled off the sheets and was glad when he saw the cum hadn’t made it through to the mattress. I asked, “Where’s the washing machine?” Just then, we heard a car. Carl looked out the window and said, “Shit! They’re home already!” I asked, “Now what?” Carl replied, “First, we need to get dressed quickly.” I said, “I need to get cleaned up first. I have my cum all over my stomach and pubes.” Carl said, “Quick, grab your clothes and get into the bathroom. I’ll get dressed and go downstairs. We’ll worry about the sheets later.” I was laughing as I raced naked down the hall to the bathroom carrying my clothes. Carl made it downstairs just as Steve and Carla were walking in the front door. Carl greeted them, “Get everything you needed?” Carla replied, “I think so. Where’s Jeremy?” Carl replied nonchalantly, “He’s up in the bathroom.” Steve then said to Carl, “If you want, I’ll give you a hand loading those tools in your car that you wanted to borrow.” Carl smiled and replied, “Ok. Thanks, dad.”, then followed his father out to the garage.

I came downstairs a few minutes later and found Carla in the kitchen, “Hi, Mrs. Erickson. Where’s Carl?” Carla turned toward me and smiled, then said, “First of all, it’s Carla or mom, not Mrs. Erickson. Respect is very sweet and appreciated, but you and Carl are like brothers, so you’re like a second son to me.” I responded, “Thanks Mrs., I mean mom.” Carla smiled and said, “Carl’s out in the garage with his father. They’re getting some tools together that Carl wanted to borrow.” Tools? What tools would Carl need? He never discussed needing tools before. I shrugged it off thinking Carl may want to repair or build something and just never thought to tell me. When Carl and Steve returned, Carl immediately went for the stairs, saying, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right down.”

Carl and I spent the rest of the day outside with Steve, cleaning the garage, repairing things damaged from the Winter storms and splitting wood. At one point, Steve went into the house for something while Carl and I were splitting wood. I asked Carl, “So what are we going to do about the sheets?” Carl smiled and said, “When I came in and went upstairs, it wasn’t to use the bathroom. I hung the sheets up so they would dry.” I laughed and said, “So what you’re telling me is that we’re going to be sleeping on my dried cum all weekend.” Carl replied, “At least unless or until we can get a chance to change them without mom asking questions. Besides, you’re the one who came all over them.” He said the last part while grinning. I couldn’t help but grin as well as I responded, “It’s not my fault you fucked the cum out of me.” Carl volleyed back, “But you’re the one who was begging me to fuck you harder and faster.” We both started laughing and then Carl added, “Besides, I can think of worse things to sleep on. I may have a hard time keeping my hands off you though, knowing we’re laying on your dried cum.” I rolled my eyes and said, “And you call me a dirty boy.” It almost looked like Carl was about to kiss me when Carla stuck her head out the door and called us in for dinner.

That night, we all went to bed early. The guys were all tired from the outside work and Carl and I splitting wood. Carla was always in bed early and up early the next morning making breakfast. Carl and I put the dried, cum-soiled sheets back on the bed. Carl caught me off guard and pushed me onto the bed and tried to push my face where my dried cum was. We laughed as we wrestled for dominance before we realized we were making too much noise.

Saturday flew by and before we knew it, it was early morning, Easter Sunday. I felt something poking me in the ribs. It was Carl. I asked, “What’s up?” He whispered, “We need to get up. We need to get these sheets in the washer before mom gets up.” I reluctantly got up and we grabbed the sheets and pillow cases and then I suggested we also take some of our dirty clothes with as well for a cover in case we got caught. We snuck down to the laundry room and loaded the washing machine and got it started. Just as we emerged from the laundry room, we came face to face with Carla, “What’s going on?” Shit! Of course she caught us. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, but Carl came through, “We wanted to wash some of our dirty clothes and figured we’d throw in the sheets from my bed as well.” Carla smiled and said, “That’s very responsible of you, sweetheart, but I would have done it for you.” Carl replied, “I know, mom, but we’ve been doing our own laundry for a while now and didn’t need to bother you with it.” Carla smiled and kissed Carl on the forehead and said, “You are so sweet and considerate.”

We offered to help, but Carla chased Carl and I out of the kitchen saying, “Steve and I will take care of dinner. You boys just relax in the living room. Watch the parade.” As we sat in the living room, I asked Carl, “So what are the tools for?” Carl was surprised by my question, but replied, “I’ll explain on the way home. I have an idea.” An idea for what, I wondered?

Easter dinner was fantastic, and everyone ate too much, but we all pitched in to clean up before becoming stuffed zombies in the living room. It was time to pack up the car and head home. Carla insisted we take leftovers with us, and we took a lot more home than what we left with. After kisses and hugs, we were on the road home.

As we pulled onto the highway, I asked, “So, what are the tools for? What are you up to sweet-talker?” Carl glanced at me and asked, “Sweet-talker?” I smiled and said, “I’m talking about how you convinced your mom that we were doing her a favor by doing the laundry.” Carl grinned sheepishly and said, “Oh, that. I had to say something.” I grinned and said, “It worked. Ok, spill it, Carl.” Carl said, “Well, I’ve been thinking of a way to get back at the two guys who raped you.” I interrupted him, “Carl, we don’t need to do that.” Carl countered, “Yes, we do.” He then explained his plan to me. I wasn’t entirely convinced, although it was piquing my curiosity. I even mentioned the old wine cellar on our property. By the time we got home, Carl had pretty much convinced me of his plan.

 

End of Chapter 6