How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 2

Discovery

Christmas was approaching and Carl couldn’t wait to share the news he had. Kayla also had some news to share, but it would get mixed reviews. As I pulled into Kayla’s parent’s driveway, no one was more excited to greet us than Carl. When we walked through the door, Carl was all over us, but he soon realized something was up. We were both subdued, me more than Kayla. Knowing what was about to be announced, Bob and Carla asked that it wait until after dinner.

Kayla made her announcement first. As she began, I sat stone-faced, “I’ve been given the opportunity of a lifetime, but it also comes with some sacrifice. After the New Year, I’ll be travelling to England to complete my studies at Oxford University. I’ll try to get home when I can, but I’ll probably miss a few holidays.” “But what about Jeremy?”, Carl blurted out after being caught off guard by the announcement. I interjected, “I fully support her decision. It hurts but we’ve discussed it and I would never hold her back from something that may help her career goals. We’re going to keep in touch, hopefully every day, and see each other when we can. In the meantime, I’ll move back into the dorms since I won’t be able to afford the apartment on my own.”

Kayla looked to Carl and asked, “So what’s your announcement?” Carl’s excitement had suddenly retreated at Kayla’s news as he began, “Well sis, you kind of took the wind out of my sails with your announcement. I received an internship with a pharmaceutical company and upon completion, I’ll have my degree. If things work out, I could get a permanent position with them in September. It’s within five miles of University Park. I thought we’d be close to each other, but now I find out you’re going to be clear on the other side of the Atlantic instead.” I attempted to brighten things up, “That’s great news, Carl! When do you start? Maybe we can hang out now and then.” Carl smiled and said, “Same as Kayla. Right after New Years. I just have to fill out some paperwork at Villanova and then find a place to rent.” Carla suddenly broke in, “Maybe you two can keep each other company while Kayla’s away.” Carl grinned and said, “Yeah, I’m sure we can get into some kind of trouble, right Jeremy.” Everyone laughed.

That night, as Carl and I climbed into bed, Carl said, “You know Jeremy, I’m going to need an apartment. If you’d like, I could move in with you so you don’t have to move back into the dorms.” I smiled sheepishly, and after a moment, said, “The only problem is, and please don’t get pissed or tell your parents, but it’s a one bedroom apartment.” I waited for his reaction. Carl laughed and said, “I guess if it was a two bedroom, it would only have been for appearances anyway. Maybe we can work something out temporarily while we look for a two-bedroom unit, after all, we’re sharing a bed right now.” I grinned and said, “Good point. Sounds like a plan.” I was heartbroken about Kayla going to Europe, but I fell asleep feeling a little better about it.

During breakfast the following morning, Carl made the announcement about them sharing an apartment. Kayla looked a bit puzzled, but I thought I knew why. Kayla asked me later when we were alone how we were going to share a one-bedroom apartment which is what I had thought. I let her know about our plans to find a two-bedroom unit as soon as possible. Then I reminded her that at her parents wishes, I was sharing a bed with Carl right now. She grinned and once more apologized for her parent’s old-fashioned ways. That evening, Bob and Carla said they were going out for dinner and then a movie. Carl said he was going out as well to hang with some friends and would probably be late, leaving me and Kayla at the house by ourselves. Once we were alone, Kayla said, “I don’t think it was a coincidence that my parents and brother both had plans to be away from the house tonight.” I said, “Well, then let’s not disappoint them.” Kayla instantly grabbed me by the hand and pulled me as we made our way upstairs. I commented, “So this is what a high school girl’s bedroom looks like.” Kayla grinned as she began undressing, “I’m no longer a high school girl.” I laughed and said, “Obviously not.”, as I too undressed. We made every second count as we sixty-nined for a while and then we fucked, slowly and passionately the first time, making love. The second round was a little rougher. The third was animalistic and we were both exhausted afterward, so exhausted in fact that we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke to Kayla shaking me, “They’re home!” I almost fell off the bed in a scramble to get dressed. As we made our way downstairs, Bob greeted us smiling, “So how was your evening?” Kayla hurriedly intervened, “Uh, we were discussing what I needed Jeremy to ship to me from our apartment and what he should bring back here until I’m back from Oxford. We were making a list.” Bob gave Carla a knowing smile and said, “I see. I guess you were making the most of your time alone.” I mindlessly blurted out, “Yeah, Kayla’s good with lists.”, and regretted at how moronic that had sounded. Carl then arrived home and after Bob went into the living room and Carla said she was going to get us some drinks, Carl said, “Jeremy, do you realize your shirt’s not buttoned properly?" I looked down and realized I had buttoned up my shirt unevenly and was one button off. Kayla then noticed it too and we both turned crimson while Carl laughed. We’d been caught and neither Bob nor Carla had said a word. I then realized what that knowing smile had meant that Bob had given to Carla. Oh well, water under the bridge and all.

The day arrived, and the tearful farewell came and went. Kayla was on her way to Oxford University. In the morning, I would be headed back to University Park, Penn State. Carl would be joining me in a few days, after he got the paperwork completed at Villanova. That night, as we got into bed, Carl asked me, “Are you doing ok?” I lied and nodded I was fine. That night neither one of us slept very well, but for different reasons. My thoughts were about what I would do without Kayla. Carl’s were about something else entirely. The next morning, I was in a daze. I almost didn’t recall the entire drive back home. The apartment felt different. Something, someone was missing. As I stepped into OUR bedroom and looked around, everything reminded me of Kayla. Tears ran down my cheeks as I thought of her. It was only the second day and I missed her already.

I went to my classes on Monday and that afternoon, Carl arrived. We got him settled in and he helped me pack the rest of Kayla’s clothes in boxes to be shipped back to her parents or over to England. His clothes then replaced hers in what had been her dresser and closet space. He took up less than a quarter of what her clothes had. We laughed about that. We began searching for a two-bedroom unit almost right away.

A month went by and then two and Kayla’s responses to my e-mails and facetime requests were getting fewer and fewer. Carl and I were still in the same apartment and sharing the same bed still searching for an apartment we could afford. Carl and I were enjoying each other’s company, whether it was outside physically competing or inside partying. One day, Carl came home from work and found me in tears. He asked, “What’s wrong bro?”, trying to comfort me.I showed him the e-mail I had just received from Kayla. It stated the obvious; that we needed to move on with our lives and see other people. Long distance relationships rarely work out. I confided in Carl that I believed Kayla had found someone else. Carl wrapped his arms around me and let me cry my heart out.

The next few weeks were a bit rocky, but Carl kept up his support of me which was appreciated. Slowly, I came out of my slump and came to grips with the situation. My depression was affecting my studies. My relationship with Carl had remained intact despite my breakup with Kayla. In fact, it was stronger than ever.

We’d been searching for a two-bedroom apartment, although it seemed I was more enthusiastic about it that Carl. It wasn’t so much of an issue of sharing a bed with Carl as it was that the apartment itself continued to remind me of Kayla. Carl seemed fine with the status quo, but understood my feelings about the apartment and the ghost of Kayla which seemed to haunt me as long as I lived here. The problem was the cost as well as the difficulty in finding someone willing to rent to two college age guys. Most of those were already taken and those that weren’t didn’t seem available to college males.

Saturday morning and I awoke to the sound of Carl groaning next to me. As I glanced over, Carl was lying on his back, the sheet and blanket on his side of the bed were pushed down below Carl’s knees. I looked to Carl’s face and he seemed to be asleep, his bare chest rising and falling. I smiled as I admired his six-pack abs, mentally noting they rivalled my own. Then I noticed the tent in Carl’s briefs. He had a morning wood. There was even a wet spot forming where the head of his cock was stretching the material. The tight cotton briefs outlined the veiny shaft and helmet-like head to perfection. I was mesmerized by it. My mind flashed back. A cock was slapping my face. Someone was tickling my balls while a finger was probing at my anus. I again focused on Carl’s cock, then imagined it slapping against my cheeks, leaving strings of precum across them on each slap. My own cock was now tenting my own briefs. My hand moved somewhat on its own to message my hardening shaft. I felt like this was wrong, but I couldn’t draw my attention away from Carl’s rigid cock on display in front of me. Strangely, my butt hole began to twitch as I imagined Carl’s cock rubbing up and down between my cheeks as I recalled that night which seemed long ago. I slowly pushed my briefs down below my balls and then continued to massage my hard cock, lubricating it with the precum flooding profusely from it, edging myself closer and closer.

Suddenly, Carl began moaning and shifting his position in bed. Suddenly, the wet spot in his briefs grew as Carl was clearly cumming. He was having a wet dream. Feeling my own orgasm approaching, and fearing that Carl might suddenly awaken, I began to panic. I quickly slid out of bed and darted into the bathroom and closed the door. I then realized my own briefs had their own wet spot which must have developed before I had slid them down below my ball sack. How do I explain this? Suddenly, Carl was knocking on the bathroom door, “Yo, Jeremy! You on the toilet? I gotta take a leak before I piss myself.” I quickly stripped off my briefs and tossed them aside and said, “No, I’m getting into the shower.” I opened the shower door and stepped in and turned on the water. It was a shock and I stifled a yell, but the icy water quickly deflated my once stiff rod. Fortunately, the water warmed up quickly. As Carl walked in, he said, “Why’d you close the door?” Jeremy quickly realized why Carl was asking. Normally, they only close the door when they’re on the toilet. I thought quickly and said, “I must have bumped it closed.”

Carl’s view

Carl smiled to himself as he watched Jeremy’s slender but muscular butt cheeks through the glass wall of the shower as he moved to the toilet. As he relieved himself, Carl reflected on the dream he’d had prior to waking up, trying to remember every detail. He and Jeremy were in a field surrounded by woods. They were naked and Jeremy knelt down and took Carl’s hard cock into his mouth. Then the next thing he recalled was him thrusting his cock in and out of Jeremy’s butt from behind, his abdomen and crotch slapping against Jeremy’s firm butt cheeks. He recalled how his whole being spasmed in ecstasy as he pumped his seed inside Jeremy’s bowels. That’s when Carl awoke, with the covers kicked off and his underwear soaked in his cum. A wet dream about Jeremy. He was relieved when he turned and found that Jeremy wasn’t in bed and hoped he hadn’t witnessed what had occurred. Carl was confused and dismayed at his feelings for Jeremy. He was at first distrustful and with scorn when he first heard his little sister was bringing a boyfriend home for Thanksgiving, especially a cocky jock just looking for sex. Upon meeting him though, he didn’t come across as being the typical spoiled jock. Instead, he truly seemed to care for Kayla and seemed to show an honest respect for his parents. Carl initially was polite and struck up a conversation with Jermy, trying to feel him out and trip him up if he was a fake. Instead, he began to like the guy. The alone time the following day throwing the football and kicking the soccer ball had Carl liking Jeremy even more. He was the little brother Carl had always wished for. He was looking forward to seeing him at Christmas and in the back of his mind hoped to be his brother-in-law at some point in the future. Even with the bad news at Christmas, Carl had hoped that things would work out. He even thought or was deceiving himself into thinking he was helping by offering to share the apartment with Jeremy. His ’brotherly love’ for Jeremy had progressed into something more. Though he had checked out other guys in the locker room as most guys have at some point, girls had been the focus of his desires. He hadn’t had a steady girlfriend for several months but getting married and having a family had been Carl’s ultimate goal for his future. That goal had been upended as Carl’s brotherly love for Jeremy was evolving into something else. He had thought the sensual feelings and sexual urges were pride in his hopefully future brother-in-law, but were now being revealed to be love or at least lust for his bedmate.

Carl had slid out of his cum-soaked Jockey briefs and had slid on another pair. He walked over to deposit the cum-soaked pair into the hamper, but then thought the better of it. It was laundry day, and if Jeremy was the one who emptied the clothes into the washing machine, he might get a moist surprise, so Carl instead decided to toss them under his side of the bed for the time being. He then headed to the bathroom to relieve his aching bladder. After relieving himself, Carl flushed the toilet and tucked his stiffening cock back inside his briefs. He heard Jeremy yell, “Ow! Fuck Carl!” Carl realized what he’d done and said, “Oops, sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Jeremy called out, “Yeah, right!”, as he slowly got the temperature under control. Carl was more cautious with the water as he brushed his teeth. He couldn’t resist glancing in the mirror periodically at the reflection of the shower and the naked form inside. The shower water shut off and Jeremy stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Carl asked, “Leave me any hot water?” Jeremy shot back, “I hope not.”

Back to me

I grinned and then recalled that same question and similar response a few months ago. It actually seemed a lot longer ago that I was in Bob and Carla’s bathroom with Carl under much different circumstances. I was still saddened about our breakup but understood that it was indeed over, and I was moving on. Things were changing, and as I looked over at Carl, I smiled and said, “All yours.” I noticed that Carl’s briefs showed no signs of the wet spot that was clearly visible not more than fifteen minutes ago.

Carl had noticed the change in Jeremy’s facial expression after the shower comment and recalled when that similar exchange had taken place. He was Jeremy would return to his depressed state and was glad that Jeremy quickly snapped out of it and that mischievous grin returned.

As Carl slipped out of his briefs and was stepping into the shower, he yelped as I slapped his butt cheek. Carl said, “You’re going to pay for that.”, as I snickered. Carl rubbed his butt cheek where I had slapped it. As I watched him do that, I thought about how that firm, muscular butt felt as I made contact and it gave me odd feeling. As I exited the bathroom, I realized the towel wrapped around my waist was slightly tented. I shook my head in confusion. As I stepped into the bedroom, I walked over to the hamper in the corner to deposit my briefs. Recalling the magically disappearing wet spot, I searched through the dirty clothes and was puzzled when I wasn’t able to find them. I searched through them a second time even checking in the pant legs in case he had hidden them there. Afterward, I questioned myself as to why I was even doing that, digging through our dirty clothes to find Carl’s cum-soaked briefs? Strangely, my cock twitched at the thought and undeterred, I looked under the bed on his side and found them. I bent down and picked them up. Spreading them open, I verified that Carl had definitely had a wet dream. As if in a trance, I slowly brought the inside pouch toward my nose and inhaled the musky scent of Carl’s cum which was covering the entire pouch. It was as if someone else was controlling my body as my tongue extended and the tip licked at the cum-soaked material, tasting the salty sweetness. My cock was straining against the towel wrapped around me.

Suddenly, I was startled back to reality as I heard the familiar thump of the water being turned off in the shower. I quickly tossed the briefs back under the bed and returned to my side. Fortunately the thump of the water had startled me and my cock had softened somewhat and the moist towel concealed any precum which may have leaked from it. I pulled on a fresh pair of underwear just as a towel-draped Carl entered. He looked at me and said, “Dude, this is as far as you got since I got in the shower?”, then regretted it, thinking Jeremy may have been moping in depression. I hadn’t thought of dressing first and struggled for an excuse and said, “I was on the phone.”, then added, “Mom.” It worked as Carl chuckled. I grinned until the towel that was wrapped around Carl came crashing into my face. We both laughed as I tossed the towel on the floor next to my own. Carl then said, “Since we have to watch our funds right now, we should make breakfast here instead of eating out. They had to save up for the move to a two-bedroom unit. I nodded while glancing at Carl’s crotch area and flaccid cock, then said, “I don’t mind making breakfast here. It tastes better homemade. We’re out of eggs though, so one of us will have to make a run to the store. I think we need OJ and bread as well unless you want to scrape off the blue stuff.” Carl wrinkled his nose and said, “Eww, gross. You need to toss that shit out.” As I pulled out a pair of pants from my dresser and slipped them on, I said, “I’ll get rid of the moldy bread and anything else past its due date in the fridge if you fly for the food.” Carl said, “Deal. It’s your leftovers anyway.” As Carl got dressed and was getting ready to leave, I said, “We need to go to the laundromat after breakfast.” Carl hesitated for a moment and gave a quick glance under the bed and said, “Um, yeah. I guess it is laundry day.” Carl then left for the store.

As soon as Carl’s car pulled away, I quickly tossed the bread. I had tossed anything close to expiring in the fridge before Kayla and I had left for her parents. Carl would be gone for a while and I returned to the bedroom to Carl’s side of the bed and pulled Carl’s briefs back from under it. I climbed onto the bed on Carl’s side and pulled the underwear to my face and inhaled the musky scent once more. I slid my pants and underwear down and my hard cock slapped against my abs. Cupping the outer crotch area in my left hand, I slowly drew them toward my face. Once again the tip of my tongue extended to get a taste of Carl’s salty sweet essence as I stroked my hardness with my right hand, slickened with precum. I was soon lapping away at the cum-soaked briefs as I pumped away on my own cock. Just as I was about to cum, I quickly pulled Carl’s briefs down to my crotch and began pumping my load into the same pouch that Carl had filled earlier. I laid there for a few minutes, catching my breath and reflected on what I had just done. What the fuck did I just do? What the fuck is wrong with me?!! I just lapped away at the cum-soaked briefs of my ex-girlfriend’s brother while beating off. WTF? I quickly tossed the briefs back under the bed and pulled my pants back on. I then went back to the kitchen and after washing my hands, began getting ready to make breakfast.

As Carl walked in the door, the smell of bacon frying filled his nostrils, “Smells good bro. If you want to finish making breakfast, I’ll get the laundry together.” I smiled to myself and said, “Sounds like a plan.”

Carl put the grocery bag on the counter and then went to the bedroom. He quickly retrieved his briefs from under the bed. He wasn’t expecting them to still be this wet and decided he must be the one to put them in the washing machine. As he sorted the clothes, he made sure to stuff his briefs in one of the pant legs of a pair of his jeans. Then he heard Jeremy calling him to breakfast.

Carl breated a sigh of relief after he had placed the clothes into the washing machine and started the wash cycle. I looked on knowing why he insisted on loading the machine. Carl was none the wiser as I smiled knowingly. It wasn’t only Carl’s cum in those briefs. Just thinking about that had my cock twitching. WTF?

When we returned home, we put the clothes away and settled in to watch NCAA Basketball. I drifted off into deep thought. My life since high school had become a confusing rollercoaster ride. I seemed to have little control over what was happening in my life and even what I was feeling. It had started with the kidnapping and assault at the football team camping trip, followed by the joy of Kayla and then the deep sadness of losing her. Now there was the strange feelings I had for my ex’s brother. I was disgusted by the cock slapping across my face at the football team camping trip and yet here I was, turned on at the thought of Carl doing that to me. I got hard seeing Carl’s woody and precum wet spot this morning. Most amazingly, I was totally in a lust-filled trance while lapping at Carl’s cum-soaked briefs earlier this morning. WTF?

Carl was about to ask Jeremy if he wanted a beer, but then noticed the blank, lost, look on his face. He was about to say something to snap him out of it when he saw the bulge in Jeremy’s jeans. Carl assumed Jeremy was thinking about Kayla, so he decided to leave him to his thoughts, but decided to enjoy the view of the bulge displayed before him and debate whether the fabric of his jeans or the stiff cock would win the battle. Eventually, he noticed Jeremy snap out of it and asked if he wanted a beer.

I gradually came out of my deep thoughts and then heard Carl asking if I wanted a beer. Looking down, I realized the tent in my jeans and after replying yes to the beer offer, sheepishly covered my crotch.

After the game, we went down to the park and tossed the football around, eventually succumbing to our competitive nature, we began passing to each other and then becoming the defense and trying to tackle the reciever. We were both enjoying it, not only because of our competitive nature, but also the physical contact that it produced. Neither of us would admit it, but there was a sexual electricity in the air. With each tackle, it would take longer to separate, pretending to get tired and yet we continued to play. The closer one’s hand or face ended up to a cock or butt, the longer it seemed to take to separate. Eventually, it grew too dark to continue and we reluctantly had to stop.

On our way home, we stopped and got supplies to make home-made pizza. It turned out a little on the doughy side, but we had a blast making it. After we ate the pizza and cleaned up the kitchen, we relaxed and watched the late games. We each had our own bracket drawn up. It was midnight by the time we decided to take a shower. Carl went first and was busting my butt about wasting shaving cream on a face that wouldn’t see a whisker for years. I showed him he was number one and then added, “Dude, it’s there. It’s just too light to see.” Carl shot back, “Uh huh, says the guy with dark brown hair”, as he stepped into the shower. We continued the friendly banter, switching places once Carl was finished with his shower, I got mine.

In the bedroom, we each just slid on a pair of briefs and then returned to the living room and watched TV while finishing off the beer we had left. It was after two when we headed for bed. As we climbed in and said ‘good night’, I wondered what Carl might be thinking as the sexual tension seemed real and coming from both of us or was I just over thinking things?

The next morning, I again was the first to awaken. Carl was still covered and for some reason, I wanted to know if Carl may be boning again, so I slowly lowered the covers. I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t, but I found myself checking out his solid body. His abs were like marble, even in his relaxed, sleeping state and his pecs were solid as well, with quarter sized tits with hard little nubs at the center. For some reason I wanted to bend down and suck and nibble on them like I used to do with Kayla. I realized I had developed my own chub tenting my briefs. Frustrated, I slowly pulled the covers back up over Carl and quietly climbed out of bed. Putting my robe on, I went into the kitchen and made coffee as I thought about where my head was. As I was waiting on the coffee, I noticed our neighbor had tossed out the classified section of his paper and retrieved it. I looked through it as I sipped my coffee.

Carl awoke about a half hour later and stumbled into the kitchen in a sleepy haze looking for coffee. I greeted him, “Morning Carl.” “Morning”, Carl mumbled in response. I poured Carl a cup and slid it over to him and said, “Hey, there’s this two-bedroom house for rent I found in the paper. It’s outside town, but it’s not far. Carl asked, “Who’s paper did you steal, dude?” I laughed and said, “I didn’t steal it. They threw this section out. I guess they don’t read the ads. I found it when I took out our trash.” Carl then asked, “So what’s the rent? A house is a lot more to take on than an apartment.” I knew where he was going and realized it may be more expensive and more to take care of, “It doesn’t say what the rent is, but we could at least check it out. Mom and dad are driving out to Dayton in a couple of weeks and are hinting that they want to stop here on their way. I’ve been holding off saying anything because we’re still sharing a room.” Carl shifted his eyes down, “Ok. I’m in. Let’s check it out.” I replied, “I’ll call after breakfast.”

After breakfast and showers, I called the number listed in the paper. The woman who answered was very friendly, but after hearing that I was a student at the university, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. We really don’t want to rent to college students. It never works out. The cost to repair all the damage ends up exceeding the money we made from the rent.” I understood what she was saying, but explained, “Ma’am, I’m not that kind of college student and my roommate is a graduate and the brother of my girlfriend who’s now studying in England.” The woman asked, “Cambridge?” I replied, “No, Oxford, ma’am.”  The woman said, “Well, you are a very polite young man. I’m not sure what my husband will say, but we can at least meet you and your girlfriend’s brother. I’m not making any promises though.” I responded, “I understand. When can we come by for an interview?” I heard laughter and then the woman said, “I’m looking forward to meeting you Jeremy. How would next Saturday morning do?” I replied, “That sounds great.” I got their address and let Carl know when the appointment was. He said, “I guess we should continue to look. It’s getting close.” Carl replied in what I assumed was a joke, “Your parents could take the bed and we could always sleep on the living room floor.”

The week flew by. As usual, because of my after class job, Carl and I didn’t talk much to each other during the week as Carl was usually asleep when I got home. Friday night though, Carl usually waited up for me. This Friday, when I got home, I had a bottle of wine with me. Carl asked, “What’s the occasion?” I smiled, “We’re looking at the house tomorrow, remember.” Carl smiled and said, “That doesn’t mean we’re going to get it. You told me what the woman said. We don’t know what they’d ask for rent and we haven’t even seen the place. It could be a dump.” As I poured us each a glass, I said, “You’re such a pessimist. Think positive for a change.”

We finished off the bottle of wine, then brushed our teeth. We stripped for bed and I couldn’t help but notice Carl’s great physique as he slid out of his jeans. I was somewhat surprised and embarrassed as I felt my cock twitch in my briefs. I turned my back to Carl as I slid my own pants off. I didn’t notice that he was watching me as I did. We both climbed into bed with our backs to each other. After pulling up the covers, I turned to Carl and said, “Goodnight and dream of a positive outcome.” Carl grinned and said, “Sounds like you’re already dreaming. Goodnight Jeremy.”

I was having a dream. I found myself on my knees in front of Elijah. He was grinning down at me while slapping his hard cock across my face. Then he began shoving it at my closed mouth. I looked up in defiance and realized it was now Carl standing before me. I opened my mouth and was soon sucking on Carl’s cock. I was actually enjoying it. Suddenly, the roles were reversed and it was Carl sucking on my cock as he looked up into my eyes. I began cumming, shooting my load down his throat as he greedily swallowed it.

I awoke in a sweat. I quickly pulled the covers down revealing the obvious. I had cum in my underwear while dreaming of Carl sucking my cock. What the hell? I quietly climbed out of bed and climbed out of my cum-soaked briefs. Carefully, opening my dresser drawer, I pulled out a clean pair, then glanced over at Carl. He was facing toward me but seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I slid the cum-soaked pair under the bed and then slid on the fresh pair and carefully slid back into bed.

Carl grinned, having awakened when Jeremy had crawled out of bed. He had observed what Jeremy was doing, quickly closing his eyes when Jeremy glanced in his direction. He went back to sleep hoping to get the opportunity to find out why Jeremy had to change his underwear and hoped he was right.

I woke up Saturday morning a little later than usual. I’m not used to drinking wine. Then I remembered my dream and my cum-soaked underwear being under the bed. I wondered what I could do with them and thought about the time I’d found Carl’s. If I had time I could claim I spilled some coffee on them and had to rinse them off so they wouldn’t stain. I’d have to be quick before Carl woke up. I pulled the covers off me and heard Carl say, “Morning Jeremy. Sleep well?” So much for that plan. We both got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Carl asked, “What time do we have to meet with the Reynolds?” I replied, “Eleven.” Carl then said, “I guess we’ll have to do laundry afterward then. I’m going to go get a shower.”

As Carl headed into the bathroom, I quickly went into the bedroom, grabbed my briefs from under the bed and buried them inside a t-shirt in the middle of the laundry basket. I then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wait for my turn in the shower. As Carl got out of the shower and was drying off, I noticed his reflection in the mirror and focused on his crotch and the cock I had dreamt I had in my mouth. It was the very same cock from my dream, though flaccid. I rationalized that it was because I had seen it once or twice before. Fortunately, Carl left the bathroom without noticing the tent in my briefs.

As Jeremy took his turn in the shower, Carl quickly made a beeline to the bedroom and looked under the bed for the briefs Jeremy had stashed there last night. They weren’t there. He searched through the clothes in the hamper and then those in the laundry basket. As he pulled out a t-shirt, he noticed it was heavier than he thought it should have been. Bingo! Carl pulled the damp briefs from the t-shirt. He brought them to his nose and inhaled the sexy, musky odor of Jeremy’s cum. Carl then lapped at the crotch, tasting the soaked-in creamy, sweet and salty cum from Jeremy. Not wanting Jeremy to catch him, he quickly put them back where he found them. Carl had just begun getting dressed when Jeremy entered the bedroom in a towel. As Carl finished dressing, he watched as Jeremy dropped the towel and began dressing, wondering how Jeremy’s cum would taste fresh from the source.

They were soon headed to the Reynolds to interview and hopefully get a look at the house. Mrs. Reynolds was the sweet person who had talked to Jeremy on the phone. Mr. Reynolds, on the other hand, looked like he was totally against renting the house to them before they had even been introduced.

After we introduced ourselves, I took the lead and explained our situation and why we were looking for another place with two bedrooms. After hearing about Kayla’s unexpected opportunity and Carl’s new position at a nearby facility, Mr. Reynolds’ attitude seemed to change and seemed suddenly sympathetic. The Reynolds talked among themselves and then asked Jeremy and Carl if they wanted to see the house. We were elated. The house wasn’t very big, consisting of a living room, kitchen with table and chairs, a small bathroom with a combo tub/shower and two bedrooms. There was a laundry room as well, just off the kitchen which had a washer and dryer. The Reynolds informed us that if either one broke down, it would be up to us to replace them if we wanted the convenience. It turned out that the rent was cheaper than that of the apartment, but the utilities would make up for it. We accepted their offer.

As we headed back to the apartment to grab the laundry, Carl glanced over at me and said, “Now we have a reason to celebrate. Let’s get some more wine.” I half cringed but smiled and nodded in agreement. Once we were in the checkout line, Carl added a few mini bottles of Yukon to the order. I looked at him and asked, “Really?” Once we got home, Carl put the alcohol in the fridge, and I got the laundry together. The laundromat was the usual boring chore, except Carl seemed to be grinning as I hurried to put the clothes in the washer.

It was already after three when we got home, so we quickly put our clothes away and made dinner, grilled cheese sandwiches. After cleaning up the dishes, I pulled out two small glasses. We didn’t have shot glasses, and poured a mini bottle of Yukon Jack into each glass and asked, “Ready?” Carl said, “Hold on a second”, and then fished around the refrigerator for a minute. He pulled out a small bottle of lime juice and added it to our glasses and said, “Snake bites.” We held up our glasses and toasted to getting the house. We obviously made a sour face as we downed the shot. We then broke out the wine and the celebration truly began and so did our inebriation. It didn’t take long before we were pretty toasted.

Evening came and we had finished off the mini bottles of Yukon and were now finishing off the wine. We were now both pretty drunk and were headed for the bedroom to prepare for bed. As we stripped down to our briefs, I grabbed a nerf football off the top of my dresser and threw it, hitting Carl in the back of the head. Carl turned toward me with a grin on his face. As he reached down and picked up the football, I ran from the bedroom, laughing. Carl was right behind me. It turned into a back and forth, throwing the football at each other. At one point, Carl had the football, chasing me as I ran into the bedroom. I was laughing and turned in time to see Carl throw the football and I caught it. Carl saw me catch it a then tackled me on the bed. We began wrestling for possession of the football, laughing and then suddenly, I realized Carl’s cock was rock hard and I froze. Realizing what was happening, Carl initially froze as well, embarrassed. I just stared at Carl questioningly, but also somewhat in shock. Carl’s expression began to change and I realized my own cock was stirring as Carl’s rigid member pressed against me. Suddenly, Carl leaned in and brought his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure how to react to this as Carl’s lips pressed against mine and his tongue began searching for an opening between my lips. My resistance began to wilt as my own cock slowly grew hard. My lips parted, allowing Carl’s tongue into my mouth and our kiss became mutual as my head swam in confusion. Soon tongues were swapping mouths and crotch’s were grinding against each other in an animal-like frenzy.

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!” The 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.

 

End of Chapter 2