Staying warm

Between the rum, sexy stories, and the sensation of Simon pressed against him, Oliver couldn't help but start feeling aroused. He felt himself stiffening, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Simon. Simon rolled over, flipping so he straddled Oliver "oh now Sir Ollie, I think I've found your sword, a gallant knight like you would never do something so unchivalrous now would you?"

A haze of rum and suppressed lust came over Oliver as he growled and bucked his hips, sending Simon forward onto his own chest. Simon caught himself, placing his face in front of Oliver's, "now now Sir Ollie, can't a boy tease a-" Oliver pressed his lips into Simon's, silencing him. Drawing back, Oliver locked eyes with Simon’s shocked expression with a challenge written all over his face "You know you've wanted me all summer, well here I am. You going to be snarky or are you going to fuck me?"

Simon gasped as Oliver grabbed his ass with both hands, roughly squeezing and kneading as their kissing intensified. Breathing hard, Simon stood and pulled Oliver up with him. Simon sent boxes flying as he cleared a table off, bending Oliver over the edge and yanking his pants down "Ollie you little minx, holding out on me all summer just to surprise me with being- such - a- SLUT" Simon punctuated the word with a slap on Oliver's bare ass.

Oliver gasped at the impact and thought I am looking pretty fucking slutty right now. If I was going to end up bent over a table regardless, why’d I pull away instead of kissing him before?

Simon looked at Oliver’s delicious body presented below him, and after a moment of internal debate ordered Ollie to roll over onto his back, the long-haired man’s cock half hard and beginning to leak. Pulling Oliver’s legs up over his own shoulders, Simon pressed himself against Oliver. Simon’s own rapidly growing cock nestled against Oliver’s. “Do you know Ollie” Simon began, grasping both their shafts, using the flowing pre as impromptu lube, “All these months of telling you about every boy I fucked- you never ran away except for today.” Expertly gliding his hand around both their cocks at once, Oliver’s shaft was an inch shorter than Simon’s own tool, but wonderfully thick, Simon rubbed the sensitive heads together. Delighting in the pleasure etched into Oliver’s face, Simon knew that Oliver was clinging to every word. “And what’s even more curious my darling Ollie is I never heard a whisper of you ever taking a girl home.” Simon’s free hand joined the frotting, covering his fingers in a thick film of precum. Simon continued “I’ve asked Carlos, Mikey, even serious old Julie- hell I even investigated with your roomies Ollie! Not a soul has graced your bedroom in months!” Simon dragged his pre covered thumb slowly until the tip rested lightly on Oliver’s asshole.

Simon slowed his hand pumping on their cocks, and ever so slowly inserted his thumb into Oliver’s hole. Unused to such an overload of stimulus, Oliver subconsciously pressed his ass upwards, aiding Simon’s penetration. Simon started tenderly thrusting the digit in time with his stroking. Oliver’s mouth hung open, breathing fast, his eyes darting between Simon’s triumphant smile and their mutually pleasured cocks.

“Now I’ve got an inquisitive mind Ollie, a handsome man like yourself bereft of companionship. From your stories earlier you fucked your way across campus and yet now here you are-“ Simon withdrew his thumb so a mewl of displeasure from Oliver, only to spit on his middle and ring finger and reinsert those. Simon increased the pace of his two pronged **** “Maybe you started to doubt what you’d been told your whole life Ollie, maybe you’d been hiding your true self” Oliver shivered in pleasure, his hips thrusting up in time with Simon’s movements. Most of Oliver’s mind was far too preoccupied to truly focus on what Simon was saying, but some small part of him recognized that he’d been missing out on a part of himself; he still found women attractive but if the night’s events were any evidence he’d buried his attraction to men so deep it had taken months of Simon chipping at his defenses to overcome it.

“Si- unf fuck Si you feel so fucking good- I’mmm ah sorry I waited so FUCK fucking long to see”, Oliver’s words came out staccato- each syllable an effort. “I want mmm I want you Si, I want you in me- I oh shit, I want you to come inside me” Oliver let out a plaintive moan, showcasing his desire. “Your wish, my dear sweet Ollie-“ Simon removed his fingers and relinquished his grip on their cocks “is my command.” Their members anointed with precum, Simon pulled back and lined his shaft with Oliver’s ass and slowly inserted himself. Inch by rapturous inch, Simon pushed gently until he hilted himself into his partner. Exhilarated by the intoxicating pressure of Oliver’s ass, Simon cooed affirmations at the newly minted queer bottoming for him. His mouth hanging open, Oliver arched his back and relished the sense of fullness. No sex had ever felt this good before, every synapse pulsing as he urged Simon to start thrusting, he could take it, he wanted it.

Needing no further encouragement, Simon began to move faster and faster. In what seemed an instant, Oliver’s pliant rear accommodating Simon’s length until Simon was sawing his cock in and out of Oliver. Simon grunted, feeling his need for release building- he grabbed Oliver’s cock and began pumping it with wild abandon, the **** desire to see this man he’d lusted after for months erupt. Simon didn’t have to wait long. Oliver’s moans and mumbled curses suddenly ceased as he came, shooting rope after rope of cum up onto his own stomach. As Oliver’s ass spasmed and gripped Simon’s cock like a vise, Simon let out a strangled cry, shuddering and collapsing forward on top of Oliver. Simon’s cock pulsed with his heart, overflowing the seal his cock placed in Oliver’s hole.

No words were exchanged for a long moment as both men panted in exhaustion. Simon extricated his shrinking length from Oliver, and the two men lay pressed against each other on the table. Oliver opened his eyes sleepily, looking up and mumbled “Thank you Si…thank you.” Simon smiled and leaned up to gently kiss Oliver. They gradually pulled apart, cleaning themselves up and pulling whatever they could to build a nest to pass the night in, falling asleep in each other’s arms. Early the next morning, they heard the sounds above them of Carlos beginning the morning shift. Exchanging sheepish glances, they shared an embrace before dressing and running up the stairs to pound on the door they shouted “CARLOS OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!”