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.