Chapter 6: A Long Night Continues
Getting back to Jack's dorm seemed to prove Dallas correct; if you go to an all-boys school, a random naked guy doesn't really spark too much attention. Though that may also be because it was getting close to midnight and some guys on campus were already naked from a teacher's rousing speech, the sentiment of which his students eagerly passed on to the rest of the school. It also helped that Jack was willing to shed his clothes to have me stand out a bit less. I was happy to have him as a friend, though my dick did twitch for more as he held my hand guiding me to his place. A flutter grew in me as I stared at his ass in front of me, many mental notes for the future.
Jack's dorm room was bigger than mine, he and another TA shared the place so there was a full living room area between the rooms. This space, however, had been occupied with a pair of jeans thrown about a simple couch and a skimpy thong resting on a television. On a small wooden coffee table were two guys. Well, one was on his back on the table the other was crouched behind him, grunting with passion as he plowed the other boy's asshole.
"Oh shit!" the top jolted as we locked eyes. The bottom also screamed but for a different reason. Thick and full blasts of sperm shot all over his torso. It wasn't until he calmed down and lowered his shaking legs that he even acknowledged his absent partner.
"Well, that was fun," the jizz covered man stood up with a grunt, "you can leave now... Eric."
"It's Natha--"
"Good to know, time to leave," he said sharply as he wiped his stomach with a nearby rag. "Jack, I thought you were pulling an all-nighter at the library."
Jack and I parted ways for the dismissed man to grab a bag and leave without putting anything on. I wondered if I would ever get used to traversing the campus naked too. Then I quickly shook that out of my head as Jack spoke.
"Zeke, we talked about this," Jack said as he began putting his clothes back on. "If you are going to have sex with your boyfriend, or any of the other guys you're fucking, do it in your room. Or, better yet, at their place."
Zeke sat on the arm of the couch and sounded a sour smack of his lips to Jack, "I can't go to Eric's apartment, his girlfriend would go berserk."
"I think his name Is Nathan." I added, closing the door.
"Whatever his name is, his girlfriend thinks he's cheating on him, so..."
"But he is cheating on her."
"If she wants to ever confirm that she can ask me directly," Zeke paused to look me up and down then made his way over to me. "In the meantime, that delicious slab of man, whatever his name truly is, can fill any hole of mine whenever he wants. Unless one of you want to take over whenever he's not around."
I was speechless and couldn't help but smile nervously, rubbing the back of my head like a coy douchebag.
"Zeke, back off." Jack sounded. Now in a long-sleeved shirt and briefs, he seemed overdressed.
Zeke stared at me intensely, "I love playing with couples if you two are down."
"Not a couple," I explained, poorly.
"Then who left you dripping this evening?"
I looked at my legs and saw a dollop of cum between my bare heels. It must have fallen from my hole when I side-stepped out of the way of Eric/Nathan.
Jack grabbed Zeke by his shoulder and guided the cum covered man to his room door. "I believe the guy's name was None-ya-business. Try to remember it. Now, leave Carter alone."
"Fine, but you should know, I have another guy coming over."
"What?"
"Hey, I don't know why everyone's so horny tonight, but I am not complaining"
"Fine, just..." Jack gestured a shooing motion at Zeke. And Zeke cooperated.
With a final look I took in every bit of his body that I could. He was skinny but looked as though he'd just started going to the gym. Bald and beardless he was, for the most part, hairless, except for a light fade of pubes under a shy 'v' between his hips. He had glistening, unblemished, brown skin that only darkened around his truly massive cock. In its flaccid state I could see that it was as big as I was hard, maybe bigger, and if I hadn't just seen the thing deflate in front of me, I wouldn't believe that he was, in fact, a 'grower.'
"Feeling better?" Jack said, pulling me out a dozy stupor.
"He seems, like a nice roommate."
"I can see that you think that."
I looked to Jack confused, then he pointed down at the stiff cock between my legs. I tried to cover myself with the clothes in my hands, but it just felt good and caused me to moan unintentionally. "Sorry."
"You're good, I think." Jack walked up and laid his hand on my shoulder, "Are you good?"
"Yeah, I think I just need some time to process."
"You could do that here if you want."
"No, I'm fine. Zeke's got a date, I should go."
"Nope." Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me to his room. "We're friends and being alone with your thoughts is far more entertaining with a friend to give a helpful perspective when needed. Whatever you're going through, we can get through it together."
The more Jack spoke, the more sense he made. "Maybe a good talk and nights rest will do me some good."
"Strange way to say I'm right, but I'll take it."
We talked but after stating the obvious strangeness of my situation, we made a plan that I would talk with Mr. Kurtis before my next class with him, get some explanation, and hopefully feel better about the whole ordeal.
After talking, sleep came easy.
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The next morning, sunlight provided a warm wakeup despite the late night I had. I woke up with a subtle tension between my legs; my morning-wood happily rose into a soft and supple embrace that I soon realized was Jack's ass. During the night he offered me some boxers to sleep in. I declined the offer, feeling increasing comfort in my nudity and, when I went to take a shower, he decided to strip as well, and we slept naked together. It was reassuring and nice.
In this moment, however, my mind took the cozy feelings and twisted them. The desire to wake Jack up and push our friendship to a new level flashed into my head. My hand crept around his abdomen with a will of their own, I moved in closer with a deep breath. But a quick shock of realization rested the thoughts from my head, and I lurched out of the bed. While it did help, my fleeing from the covers also pushed them up to show a full view of Jack's naked backside in the morning light.
How was I horny? I had just had sex with my teacher and dean nearly 6 hours ago but here I was wanting more. After fighting the urge to touch him, I grew week and simply decided to look for far too long. I lifted the covers off him more and drunk in his slender frame. His short black hair that contrasted his hairless pale torso, hairless until a thick mesh of black pubes that led to a thick trunk of a hard cock that I desperately wanted to watch bounce around as I fucked him. Shaking the thought from my head was not an easy task, and I ended up leaving then and there.
Right outside of Jack's room, however, sitting on the couch and talking with Zeke, was Arron Kurtis. As we locked eyes my cock stiffened and while a part of me wanted to disappear forever, another wanted him to take me in his arms again, yell for Zeke and Jack to come and join in. But throwing caution to the wind was not my style, and I chose to confront him then and there. But then he spoke, "Guess your night is still going on, I'll leave you to it." Then he got up and walked to the door.
Chapter 7: The Port Marshall Secret
"Stop!" I yelled. Louder than I thought it would be, it got the desired results as Arron stopped at the door. I checked Jack's door to make sure I didn't wake him up. He simply shifted, curling into himself for warmth as the covers were still off of him. His butt was pushed a bit closer to me and thoughts started coming up again. But I shook them away and closed the door.
"Look, I know you're probably confused." Arron started, but I cut him off.
"You don't know anything," I whispered angrily. "You and Dean Campbell fuck me and then release me, like it was some strange thing you do, and now you don't want to talk to me cause you think I slept with my friend?"
"Campbell, did what?" Zeke interjected.
I looked to him with my eyebrows knit. All that information and that's what he focused on?
"I can have a bit of understanding for what you're going through," Arron said. "And I'm not good at explaining this whole thing yet. And if I'm a bit jealous that's okay, at least it should be. Bottom line it's my thing to deal with."
"Why would you be jealous from one night?"
"Well, that night was last night. I guess you don't choose me."
"What are you talking about?"
"I just said I'm not good at explaining it."
"Explaining what?"
"The Society."
"What society?"
