1 comments/ 40943 views/ 11 favorites Jack and Oliver Ch. 01 By: tgrlily317 The clock ticked mercilessly on the bedside table. It had been exactly twenty-two minutes and four months since Oliver had said goodbye to his lover of one and a half years. Sometimes he still played their last argument back in his mind, in the quiet, lonely hours of the morning. It was rarely quiet in the dorm at his university in Southern California, being that the other boys often played a game of football or soccer or hockey in the corridors at all hours of the night. Three in the morning was a popular time, after the bars had closed and all the boys stumbled home, many stupid and drunk after a night of partying. It had been during one of these raucous matches that Oliver and his boyfriend Ryan had fought so long and so hard that the game stopped completely. Oliver wasn't overly concerned. It hadn't sounded like a lover's quarrel, and he had been seen with enough girls in his room that most of the guys assumed he was straight. It was an image he didn't care to correct. Although the campus was tolerant enough in general, most of his dorm mates wouldn't have liked the idea of someone gay using their bathrooms and their showers and so on. Oliver mostly didn't care about anyone else's opinion, but he didn't want to get thrown out of the dorms. So he had been grateful of Ryan to not scream about their bedroom habits, like the way they snuck out to make love on the football field in the very early morning, before sunrise. When the clock had reached three-thirty in the morning, Oliver rolled over and fell asleep. --------------------------- Oliver was in a funk, Jack decided. Jack was Oliver's roommate, and had been his best friend ever since the two boys had met at the university's orientation. They liked the same music, the same style of clothes, and were in the same major, English. Usually Oliver was a pretty laidback, happy kind of guy. It had been ever since he had that major fight with Ryan that he had started acting unusual. First, he holed up on his side of the room and muttered or answered Jack with one-word answers, if he answered at all. Then, he refused to come to meals with Jack, and he wondered if Oliver ate anything at all these days. The thing that made Jack worry most of all was that Oliver stayed up very late, often until after three in the morning, and Jack was almost positive that the shuddering, shaking form on Oliver's bed had been Oliver, crying. The one thing that puzzled Jack about Oliver's behavior was that it seemed to be the way a guy might deal with breaking up with his girlfriend. It was true that Oliver hadn't had a girlfriend since moving in, and he never spoke about his exes, but Jack just thought he was a private kind of guy. But going back over the last few months in his head, Jack began to wonder if there were other conclusions he should be drawing. "I'm going down to the meal hall to get some dinner. Are you coming along, Oliver?" Oliver merely mumbled something from his position staring at a nearly blank computer screen without turning around. "Come on, now. You haven't come to dinner with me in three weeks! What do you eat?" Oliver jerked a shoulder, but otherwise didn't reply. Jack strode over to Oliver, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Oliver slammed down his laptop screen and turned around angrily. "Would you please just leave me alone? I just want some privacy, is that too much to ask?" Raising his eyebrows and his palms, Jack turned and walked out into the hallway. His brows knit together as he walked toward the meal hall. He had been quicker than Oliver realized, and he had seen what was on the computer screen. It was an email in a window reduced down to the size of the two sentence response. 'It's over, Oliver. I'm sorry for what I did, but Greg and I are a couple now. –Ryan' So it was true. Oliver hadn't had a girlfriend because Ryan had been his boyfriend. Jack mulled this over in his mind. He considered himself an open-minded guy. Heck, hadn't he lived with Oliver for nearly a year now with no complaints? So, Oliver was lonely and had no one to talk to about it. It wasn't fair, really, for the guy to be all alone because he couldn't tell anyone. Jack swung down to the local pizza parlor instead of the meal hall and picked up an extra-large pepperoni and a couple of Cokes. He hurried back to their room and found Oliver lying on his side in bed. Jack set the pizza down on the table and opened the box, letting the savory smell waft over to Oliver, who narrowed his eyes. "You have to eat. It's a rule. If you live in this room, you've got to eat." Jack came and sat next to Oliver on the bed. "You've probably lost ten pounds in the last month or so, and I won't have any more of it." He touched Oliver's shoulder, not put off by the automatic jerk of it, and smiled softly. "I know you're upset. I understand you'd rather not talk about it, and I won't make you. But I want you to know that, whatever it is, I'll listen." Yeah, right, thought Oliver. You have no idea what you're saying. I tell you I'm gay, and you'll start wondering if I'm watching you while you change or following you to the shower, or jerking off thinking about you sleeping. The truth was, Oliver thought Jack was incredibly sexy. Jack was on the slender side, like himself, and 6 foot tall like himself. His hair was very dark brown, nearly black, and his eyes a deep chocolate. He had long, graceful fingers with trimmed nails that Oliver couldn't help imagining around his hard cock. Oliver often disregarded his own spun-gold hair and green eyes. He hated the few freckles that dotted his nose and his full lips, thinking they made him look feminine. But Jack had a surprising thought pop into his head at that very moment: He looks kissable. In fact, Jack wanted to do just that, but the time wasn't right. Anyway, he considered himself straight, and it wouldn't be right to kiss Oliver right then, just to see what it felt like, and then leave him hanging, knowing he might expect more. But he began to think, that evening, about how to get Oliver to admit what the truth was, so they wouldn't have any secrets between them. * * * * * Jack knew just who to talk to about his problem. Caroline, an old friend, who was entirely too obsessed, in his opinion, with gay men. She was constantly talking his ear off about men she knew were gay but were too afraid to admit it. In fact, she'd pegged him as gay when they first met. It was the second question, behind, "So, what's your name, anyway, cutie?" The fact that he was developing a teeny tiny crush on Oliver would, he knew, amuse her so much that he almost reconsidered telling her. But she would have just what he was looking for. "Gay porn?" Caroline, a short, slight brunette was regarding Jack critically as he cringed and stood in front of her, shifting his feet. "You wanna see a gay porno? What the hell for? I thought you were straight."' Jack could feel his cheeks pinking and hated it. "Look, I just want to see what it looks like, okay? Can you just deal with that without asking anymore questions?" She studied his face, snapping her bubblegum. "No. Tell me what's going on." "Look, if you don't want to help me, fine! It's just that I know you get off on it, and so..." This time, Caroline blushed deeply and stuttered, "You said you'd never bring that up again!" "I don't care what you get off on! I just want to see it!" When he turned toward the door, she set her hand on his arm. "Hey, Jack, chill. Is this about your roommate?" When Jack looked sick, she thought she understood. When he was silent, she knew she did. "Fine, let me see what might be a good introduction. Are you gonna watch it here?" "Can I? I don't want it to be uncomfortable, but I thought..." She shushed him with an impatient wave of the hand, and clicked open a few folders on her computer, before settling on a file dubiously named '001.mpg.' She motioned for him to pull up a chair, and opened the file. Several minutes in, after the cheesy dialogue, Jack was finally confronted with two men kissing, a sight he'd never seen before, nor had he ever particularly wanted to. Sucking on his teeth, the fast and furious making out on screen wasn't affecting him at all. He considered that he never watched much porn anyway, finding most of it too fake. But just as he was about to motion Caroline to turn it off, the two men onscreen began slowing their pace, kissing more tenderly. He quirked an eyebrow at Caroline, who shrugged innocently and turned back to the screen. Jack was mesmerized by the time the two men were sucking on each other's cocks. They seemed so into it that he couldn't help feeling twinges in his groin. It wasn't until he imagined Oliver and himself acting out the images on screen that his cock grew hard. Licking his lips and swallowing hard, he stammered, "Look, Caroline, do you think, uh.. do you think I could.. um, borrow one of these things?" She turned to him with such surprise on his face that he burst out into a sort of choked laughter. "Really, Jack, what is up with you? Are you sure there isn't something you want to tell me?" "No, I just...I guess I'd rather see the rest in privacy after all." She quirked an eyebrow at him, dying to ask more questions, but instead burned it onto a DVD and handed it to him. "Well, you'd better have a good story for me when I talk to you next. I mean it!" she called to the closing door. * * * * * Jack breezed into his room, trying to calm himself down, gripping the DVD tightly in his hand. Oliver was reclining on his bed, his t-shirt creeping up over his lower stomach slightly. He sat up when Jack came in, lifted a hand in greeting. "Hey, roomie. Where ya been?" "I, ah, was just going to get something from a friend of mine. She said I had to watch this DVD... you think you might want to watch it with me?" "What is it?" "It's a porn." Oliver pursed his lips. Shoot. If I say no, he'll think I'm weird. If I say yes and don't like it, he'll think I'm weird. "It's, uh, gay porn." Jack smiled sheepishly. Oliver's eyebrows rose. Now I'm really screwed. He'll see my reaction and he'll know. He'll have to know, right away. "I know most guys wouldn't be interested, but aren't you at least a little bit curious?" No longer nervous, Jack grinned down at Oliver and then went to put the DVD in the player. He glanced back. "Well?" "Uh...well, okay." Oliver didn't know what else to say, and then got up and followed Jack over to their couch and sat down on one end. "I guess it sounds...interesting." Jack nodded and pressed play, and then sat down on the other end of the couch. When he let his legs fall open, one knee touched Oliver's. He didn't move it. Jack could tell that Oliver was nervous. He didn't know what he wanted to happen, but he stopped thinking as the porn started. He kept half an eye on Oliver, and half an eye on the television. This time, everything affected him much more. He was expecting the two men to begin kissing, but he wasn't expecting his cock to get hard as soon as it did. He didn't want to draw attention to it by adjusting himself, but he couldn't very well sit there with an erection. He saw Oliver lick his lips nervously out of the corner of his eye, and stole a glance down at his crotch. Nothing, yet. By the time the men on screen were getting ready to fuck, Oliver started to squirm a little. Oh, damn. I'm so hard, and Jack is gonna look over here any minute, and I can't even move without him thinking something. God, I'm so screwed! Both guys sweated throughout the entire scene, not looking at each other. Nothing might ever have happened if the DVD had ended there, but of course like most DVDs, there were multiple scenes, and the next one began. A lone man was sitting on a couch facing them. He had his cock pulled out through the fly of his jeans, and he was stroking it slowly. He was doing the exact thing that neither Jack nor Oliver felt that they could do at that moment, and it was agonizing for the both of them. When he let out a groan with a euphoric expression on his face, Jack finally spoke. "Uh...it looks like he's really enjoying that," he said, his voice coming raspy from his dry throat. "Oh yeah," agreed Oliver, letting down his guard a little bit. "I'm not, like, usually into this kind of thing, but do you think it would be okay if I, uh...got a little more comfortable?" Jack asked, studiously not looking at Oliver. He heard Oliver swallow. "Um...sure, man. Okay, whatever." Oliver was trying to hard to be nonchalant, Jack knew. But he was too turned on to care. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them open at the fly, and finally let his hard cock out. Oliver tried not to look, but couldn't help it. He licked his lips unconsciously. Jack's cock was about seven inches long, similar to his own, with a dark reddish head already dripping with precum. "Shit, man, it would make me feel better if I wasn't the only one doing this," Jack said, needing to see. "Well, you have that guy," Oliver said, pointing to the television and laughing a little. But he, too, took out his cock and started stroking it. Onscreen, the man continued to jerk off, and was then joined by another guy, who sat beside him and shucked his clothes completely. The two jerked off beside each other, almost mirroring Jack and Oliver. With a short laugh, Jack asked, "So do you ever jerk off? I never hear you or anything." Oliver was surprised at the question, but answered, "Well usually I do it in the shower, but I've been doing it a lot more lately. Usually when you're not here." He blushed at the honest answer, but shrugged one shoulder. "You?" "Oh man, I'm surprised you haven't caught me at it yet! I haven't had a girlfriend in the whole time I've been here and I get really horny sometimes, so I jack off almost every day. Sometimes twice a day." Swallowing hard, Oliver reached under the couch and brought out a small box labeled with an 'O.' Forgetting all secrets, he flipped open the box and brought out a small bottle of lubricant. He poured a little into his palm and went back to stroking. As his eyelashes fluttered with pleasure, Jack finally looked over to see what he was doing. All seven and a half inches of Oliver's cock were now shiny with lubricant and it looked like a living thing, pulsing in Oliver's hand. "You always use lube?" he asked, casually. "Oh yeah. Jack, it feels so much better." Jack felt funny hearing Oliver practically groan his name while masturbating. Although the guys were mostly ignoring the DVD now, Jack noticed that the guys had switched to stroking each other off. The very idea almost made him cum, but he held himself back with some difficulty. "You think I could try it out?" Without thinking, and mostly out of habit, Oliver poured more lubricant into his palm and leaned over to Jack, smearing it all over his cock. When Jack moaned deeply, he pulled back and blinked rapidly, feeling his heart start to race. "Oliver, please do that again," Jack said softly. When Oliver started to stutter, Jack interrupted him, "Man, I know you're gay, it's okay. Just please do that again." To prove it was okay, Jack leaned over and swallowed once before grabbing Oliver's cock and starting to stroke. Oliver tossed his head back against the couch and moaned. It had been months since he'd had another man's hand on his cock, and it felt so good to him. He placed his hand back on Jack's cock and stroked the best way he knew how. In only a few short minutes, Oliver's legs began to tremble and his cock spurted cum onto his chest and Jack's hand. "Shiiiit..." he groaned. Watching Oliver cum, and knowing that he had done it turned Jack on so much that when Oliver slid a hand over Jack's balls, he lost it. "Oh fuck!" he nearly shouted in surprise at the sensation of cumming without touching himself. He felt his chest splattered in cum. Looking over at Oliver, his lips twitched into a smile. He dropped his hand to Oliver's balls and was rewarded with a low moan as he cupped them and squeezed gently. When he didn't stop, Oliver's cock started to get hard again. Oliver looked at him seriously. "You don't know what you're doing, Jack. So you'd better stop." "No way in hell." Jack's dark eyes bored into Oliver's, as he moved his face closer to Oliver's. Suddenly, his lips were but a breath away. Jack and Oliver Ch. 02 Jack lost his balance and fell back onto the floor as Oliver shot up off the couch, tossing his shirt into his laundry basket and tucking his dick back into his pants. Pulling a fresh shirt from the closet and slipping it on, he waited until he had shut the door almost completely behind him before turning and muttering, "I'll be back later, man, don't wait up." Oliver took off in a quick walk down the hallway, not looking to see if Jack was following him. As he exited the residence hall, he saw one of Jack's friends, a short brunette wearing denim overalls, coming toward him. Planting a hand on his chest, she stopped him with a knowing smile that had him breaking out into a sweat. "Hey, Oliver. Have you seen Jack around?" Gesturing toward the building vaguely, he pushed past her and walked out into the park-like area that separated the residence halls from the rest of campus. He found a fat tree and sat down in its huge shadow. His breath escaped shakily from his lungs. His cock was still hard, thinking about Jack and his moans and the sexy face he made when he came. It was dangerous territory, this Jack thing. He liked his roommate so much, and didn't want anything to spoil it all. Caroline knocked on Jack's door tentatively, and heard the muttered "Come in." She sat in, and took in the scene. The television was on, although the DVD player had been turned off. Jack's shoes sat beside the couch, and Jack himself, hair attractively mussed, was sitting dejectedly at his computer desk holding a piece of blue cloth in his hands that he was trying to squish into the smallest ball possible. After a few seconds, he stuffed the cloth into a desk drawer, and then turned around to her. "Oh, it's you Caroline." "What goes on here? First your roomie nearly knocks me over, and then I don't even get a hello?" "It's nothing. We just had a little...thing." "Seems like a pretty big thing if you're this upset about it. Did something happen?" "Nothing I really want to talk about, if that's what you mean." "Well, did you two..." she trailed off, leaving it a question, unasked. Jack only shrugged. "Do you want me to sit with you or anything?" Jack shrugged again, but gave his head one short nod. "Okay." Caroline sat on the couch and grabbed a book out of her bag. She read and Jack listlessly surfed the net in companionable silence. "Just tell me if you want to talk." Jack nodded. When Oliver turned the knob to get into his room, he found Jack's bedside lamp still on, although the light was very dim. The door snicked closed behind him and he kicked off his shoes. He saw Caroline laying on the couch with her head back, snoring lightly. He wondered idly if Jack and Caroline had a sexual relationship as well as a friendly one, but doubted it. Looking finally across the room, he saw that Jack's bed, usually under the window, was empty. Had Jack gone out looking for him? Then, a slight movement caught his eye as he was removing his clothes and pulling on a pair of pajama pants. Turning, he saw that Jack was curled up in his bed, clutching something. Leaning down, he noticed the shirt that he had been wearing earlier that afternoon in Jack's hands. He glanced at the clock. 2:00a.m. He had been outside for nearly four hours, just sitting in the dark and thinking. It was too late to wake Jack and move him, so Oliver did the only thing that made sense. Walking over to Jack's bed, he took in the rumpled black sheets and blanket. He ran his hands through his hair and then shrugged, climbing into Jack's bed. Instantly, his roommate's scent filled his nose. Not just the dark, smoky cologne he wore, but the deeper muskier scent of his skin and of his sweat. Oliver's cock hardened a little as he pushed his nose into Jack's pillow, smelling the shampoo and the scent of Jack. Ignoring it, he fell asleep. Jack awoke suddenly at 9a.m. the next morning, clutching Oliver's shirt to his chest and cuddling in the sheets and blankets that held Oliver's scent. He had waited until Caroline was snoring on the couch before he made the overly sentimental move to lay in Oliver's bed, but had never meant to fall asleep in it. Glancing over at his own bed, he saw Oliver, head back with a peaceful smile on his face. His roommate's chest was bare, and one hand cradled his semi-hardness through his pajama pants unconsciously. Glancing around nervously, he pulled his cock out of his pajamas and started stroking himself with Oliver's shirt. He watched Oliver sleep, felt himself get harder and harder underneath the covers. Then, suddenly, Caroline stopped snoring, rolled over, and fell off of the couch and onto the floor with a loud bang. Jack stuffed his cock back into his pants and tossed Oliver's shirt back onto the bed. Stepping over to Caroline, he saw her stretching on the floor as if after a good night's sleep. On the other side of Caroline was Oliver, one hand extended to help her up. As Caroline sat back onto the couch, Jack and Oliver looked at each other. Both had sleep-tousled hair and drowsy expressions on their faces. Jack knew Oliver's body would still be warm from sleep, and made a half step forward to close the gap between them, when Oliver turned and went around the couch to get to his stuff. "I'm gonna go grab a shower. See you for breakfast?" Fixing Jack with a slightly shy smile, Oliver left the room. It was well after nine by the time Jack finally was alone in the room with Oliver. He was pissed, too. Oliver had danced around the subject all day long, and always accepting invitations to go hang out with some of his other friends, leaving Jack behind and promising to see him "later." Every time they met that day, Oliver let his eyes wander over Jack and then give him a hot, piercing gaze that Jack was unsure how to interpret. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Oliver was flirting with him. No one seemed to noticed anything strange, except for Caroline, who had danced about with amusement in her eyes as if she knew something he didn't. As a matter of fact, she did. She wasn't really asleep when Oliver came into the room the night before, but had wanted to see what he'd do. Going to sleep in Jack's bed wasn't the thing she would have expected. If it had been her roommate, she'd have kicked them awake and made them go sleep in their own bed. Early the next day, she cornered Oliver just before they met Jack for breakfast. "Listen to me, Oliver. I have known Jack for ten years. In that time, he has never so much as hinted at being gay, he has had relationships with girls. I believe he has a thing for you. But I don't think you should give in right away. Make him stew for a little. You need to make sure it's something he'll really be committed to doing. I don't want to pick up those pieces." Finally, Caroline left, a few moments before Oliver came in. He locked the door behind him, matter-of-factly, and had hardly turned around before Jack was less than a foot away. He could feel the heat of Jack's anger pouring off him, could nearly seeing him vibrating with it. "What the fuck is up with you?" he spat out at Oliver. "What do you mean?" Oliver returned coolly. "I mean...fucking going off with all these other people and ignoring me all damn day!" "I wasn't ignoring you. I saw you a couple of different times, but you seemed busy." It was true that Jack had been going to great lengths to look busy every time he saw Oliver, so that he wouldn't look desperate, wouldn't look like he was waiting. "Fuck that. You said you were going to meet me for dinner. Where were you?" This time, Oliver did feel a little guilty, but he didn't want to give that away...yet. "I was out with some friends. I didn't really have a way to call you. It's not like we're dating, man," he said, acting like the previous night they hadn't been jerking each other off. "Fuck that!" Jack shoved Oliver against the door, a bit harder than he intended. Oliver's eyes widened slightly, and Jack had that same forbidden thought that he'd had before. He wanted to kiss Oliver. He grabbed a handful of Oliver's hair, more gently, and yanked their mouths together, capturing his in a kiss. He pressed their lips together firmly, and then traced the line of Oliver's lips with his tongue. When Oliver's mouth opened to let his tongue inside, he slid it in and tangled with Oliver's tongue. Jack couldn't believe how fast his cock hardened; he'd never gotten hard from just kissing a girl before. Oliver pushed Jack away slightly, giving him an odd look, before sliding away from the door and walking over to Jack's bed, where he sat and gave Jack a clearly inviting look. Jack pushed him into a lying position and then got on top of him, pressing his hips into the bed, rubbing their jean-clad cocks together. Jack sucked on Oliver's earlobe and then whispered into it, "You're not getting away from me this time." Oliver only nodded, breathless. Jack sat up a little to take his shirt off, and then took off Oliver's as well. Moving back down, he pinned Oliver's arms over his head. He watched Oliver's pupils dilate with interest and felt his hips arch up in protest, although he was silent. Jack captured his mouth again and felt rather than heard Oliver's soft moans. He trailed kisses all the way down Oliver's neck to his nipples, sucking one in and biting it gently. When Oliver cried out, he bit down harder. More kisses, and then Jack was finally at the waistband of Oliver's pants. Looking up, he saw the heated desire in Oliver's eyes. He unbuttoned Oliver's jeans and slid them down and off. He was suddenly confronted with Oliver's hard cock, this time an inch in front of his face. He did the only thing he could do; he sucked the tip into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. Oliver's cock jerked in his mouth. "It's...it's okay if you don't want to..." Oliver trailed off in a moan as Jack slid his mouth as far down Oliver's cock as he could comfortably, which was about halfway. Jack began sliding his mouth up and down on Oliver's cock, nestling Oliver's balls neatly in his palm. Jack let Oliver's cock out of his mouth with a slight pop and regarded him with a sheepish look on his face. "Um, do you usually...you know, how do you usually...I mean, which..." Jack blushed. Delighted, Oliver grinned. "I usually bottom. Thanks for asking." He winked, making Jack feel instantly more at ease. He pushed Oliver's legs apart and began licking his balls slowly, up one side and down the other. Oliver moaned and pushed his hips down towards Jack, who took the cue to start licking farther and farther south. He finally reached Oliver's hole and started licking around it tentatively. When Oliver gasped in surprise, Jack wiggled his tongue into Oliver's hole and started pushing it in and out. "Please, Jack. Please..." Jack sat up with a cat-got-the-cream grin, asking, "Please what?" "Please fuck me." Grinning like a little kid, Jack went to go find Oliver's lubricant, and returned with the bottle. He doffed his jeans and boxers and then went to go kneel on the bed, where he found Oliver kneeling, with his head resting on his arms on Jack's pillow. Jack touched Oliver's lower back lightly. "Hey, turn over." Oliver turned over and lay on his back, looking surprised. "Ryan didn't like to take me this way. Only the other way." Smiling, Jack touched Oliver's cheek. "Well it's your face that I fell for, not your ass. I mean, not that you don't have a very nice ass," he added quickly. Oliver smiled and Jack had to lean down and plant another kiss on his lips. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together, warming it slightly before sliding his fingers over Oliver's anus, where he pushed slightly, feeling his two fingers sliding in. When Oliver groaned, he looked down in concern at Oliver's slightly flushing face and closed eyes. "Is it okay? Do I need to stop?" "No, please don't stop." Feeling Oliver's ass loosen a little around his fingers, Jack pulled his fingers back out and lubed up his cock, then pressed it gently against Oliver's ass. "Go on, it's okay. Just give it to me." Oliver grinned up at him, and he pushed forward. He felt his cock being slowly enveloped in something warmer and tighter than he'd ever felt. Oliver let out a breath when Jack's hips touched against his and he felt completely full. Jack took a breath, looking down at where he and Oliver joined. He saw Oliver's hand reaching for his cock, and Jack brushed away the hand. He squeezed some lube into his own hand and wrapped it around Oliver's cock. "Let me take care of that," he said in a voice deepened by desire. Jack began rocking his hips, fucking Oliver slowly and stroking him at the same pace. Both men groaned each time that Jack slid in completely. Jack lowered himself slowly over Oliver until he felt Oliver's cock touch his belly. He touched his lips down to Oliver's, peppering his face and neck with gentle kisses while fucking him steadily. As he arched his hips to adjust his position, he thrust back in and Oliver closed his eyes and grunted, "Oh, fuck." Jack started fucking faster, each time being sure to hit that same spot inside of Oliver. Oliver fisted the bedsheets, feeling his cock being rubbed between their bodies and still squeezed occasionally by Jack. Jack's cock was hitting just exactly the right spot, and Oliver began to moan, quietly, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." over and over again. When Jack leaned down to kiss Oliver's neck, Oliver bit his earlobe and whispered, "Fuck me harder...please. I want to feel your cum in me." Jack felt a twinge in his balls and started hammering into Oliver. When Oliver came, he moaned so loudly that Jack was sure that their dorm mates heard him. That said, his balls were slapping against Oliver pretty loudly as well, but all thoughts of getting caught melted as Jack felt Oliver's cum spurting up between their bodies. As he felt Oliver's ass contracting on his cock, the pleasure was too much and he bit down on Oliver's lower lip. "I'm gonna cum in you Oliver. Fuck..." Jack kissed Oliver and moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips all the way forward in one final thrust, filling Oliver's ass with his cum. "Shit, that was...that was something else," he mumbled as he collapsed on the bed next to Oliver, his cock sliding out of Oliver's ass. He touched the pool of cum on his belly and placed his hand on Oliver's cock. Oliver's hips jerked from sensitivity, but Jack just smoothed the cum all over Oliver. When Oliver's cock began twitching and hardening again, Jack just grinned. "You just don't stop, do you?"