The Quarterback

It was the first day in quite a while that Oliver hadn’t been late to school, especially accompanied by Conrad. The two stood at the front of campus and looked down the grounds at all the other teenagers hanging about before their first period classes. A few of them went about their lives without care, while a few others were glancing in the direction of Conrad.

“Here goes. . .” murmured Conrad, shutting his eyes.

“Hey, we’re doing this together,” replied Oliver.

Conrad opened his eyes and turned his head, smiling at Oliver, then he held out his hand. Oliver gratefully took it and interlocked their fingers, then he leaned up and kissed Conrad on the cheek. With a look of worry on his face, Conrad turned back to the school and watched all the people looking at him and Oliver, who started to walk forward, tugging Conrad along with him. Reluctantly, Conrad held on and continued with his partner. With each step he took, he felt his breath quicken and his palm begin to sweat. Very gently, Conrad pulled his hand away from Oliver’s.

“Conrad, you okay?” Oliver asked.

Conrad stopped walking and wiped his hands on his jeans, nodding. “Yeah,” he said.

Oliver held his hand out again, but slowly put it back at his side when he looked at Conrad’s face, which was red with shame.

“What’s up, babe?” Oliver asked, in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, what’s up, babe?” mocked a voice behind Oliver.

Turning quickly, Oliver caught Tyler Jennings mid-laugh. Conrad watched in horror as Tyler’s friends laughed a long with him.

“Is there a fucking problem?” Oliver snapped.

Tyler came off his chuckle. “I feel bad for Conrad. Must suck being converted like that.”

“Are you fucking kidding—“

Oliver’s lips were stopped by Conrad’s. After Tyler’s snarky comment, Conrad had emerged from mortification and been put in a state of angry defensiveness. He pulled Oliver’s shoulder back and waist into his hands, then he leaned into Oliver’s face. Shocked at first, Oliver kissed back vacantly, not being very responsive to Conrad’s embrace. After a second or two of their locked lips, Oliver put his hands on Conrad’s chest, and responded passionately to his boyfriend’s advance. Their tongues pushed around each other and their jaws parted again and again. Then Conrad pulled away and faced Tyler.

“You want in?” he asked.

Tyler disgustedly turned and hurried away with his friends. Oliver stood still, breathing heavily, his forehead on Conrad’s shoulder, recovering from the ambush.

 - - -

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Conrad said, running his fingers through Oliver’s hair, “Some people didn’t talk to me though, and Tyler was a dick to me in a few of my classes. Madison made a fit out of us ‘breaking up’ in chem.”

Oliver giggled. “Bitch. . . That was hot this morning, though.”

“The kissing thing?”

“Mhm.”

For the first time, Conrad was inside Oliver’s house. The last time he was here was when Conrad had asked Oliver to meet him in his front yard. That was their first kiss. Conrad smiled and looked down at Oliver’s face. They were both on the couch, Conrad sitting upright in grey sweatshorts and Oliver in a pair of light grey boxer briefs and a tightly-fitting tank top, laying across the couch, with his head in Conrad’s lap. He was looking across the room at a book stopper shaped like an elephant.

“I just wanted to prove a point. He didn’t seem to get the whole part where I’ve always been gay. The kissing part was easy, I just sort of. . .” Conrad trailed off and leaned down to kiss Oliver, who lifted his head off Conrad’s lap in response and met his lips midway.

Very slowly, Oliver pushed his feet against the arm of the couch and slid his body up to Conrad, straddling his lap, facing him, and kissed him. He slowly pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. With nothing to do with his hands, he placed one on Conrad’s cheek and the other on his right pectoral. Conrad’s lips quivered against Oliver’s, and he held back a grin, reaching his hands around Oliver’s waist and wrapping his fingers around the fabric on his ass. Oliver then moved his left hand down to the other side of Conrad’s chest, almost groping at the muscle inside. Unable to contain himself, Conrad began to grin, and Oliver pulled away, smiling in disbelief.

“Oh my god, really?” Oliver chuckled.

Conrad began to laugh, flexing his pecs left and right as Oliver held them. His pec-popping was sending him into a fit of laughter that broke through the sexual barrier and now he was just being sweet. Shaking his head, Oliver leaned down and kissed inside Conrad’s neck, under his jawbone, and moved to the right of his jawbone. Slowly, Conrad’s laughter faltered to a smile as Oliver’s kisses against his neck became more and more in depth, and his smile faded to an open-mouthed look of pleasure as Oliver’s left hand slid down his torso and under the waistband of Conrad’s sweatshorts and briefs. His fingers caged around the soft skin of Conrad’s balls and his thumb hooked around his tool, and he looked up into Conrad’s eyes.

Conrad’s face was a canvas painted in ecstasy, and his eyes were the window into the heart his pleasure. As Oliver gazed into Conrad’s eyes, he could see all the bittersweet lust and love he was holding for Oliver, but most of all he could see the blank state of weak pleasure that was sweeping over him. Oliver bit his lip briefly and then leaned back in and kissed Conrad, who responded equally as passionately. While kneading around at Conrad’s junk and kissing him, a feeling came over Oliver than he hadn’t ever felt before. He felt as if Conrad were the only person that mattered in the entire world. That all they had were each other and that’s all they needed. Everything else seemed to melt away.

At the same time, Conrad’s mind felt around the exact same feeling. All of the romance and pleasure put his mind in sort of a high but throughout the slight buzz of happiness that made him feel almost weightless, he felt as if Oliver were floating with him. He sighed softly into Oliver’s mouth; the feeling of Oliver’s fingers around him was soothing and stimulating at the same time. And his lips felt amazing. Although Oliver was already quite an impressive kisser, there was something about this time that was specifically satisfying.

Quietly, Conrad broke the kiss. “Oh my god. . .”

“Tell me about it,” Oliver breathed, and brought Conrad’s lips back in.

Conrad jimmied his shorts and underwear off and the two sat quietly on the couch, their lips smushed together and their hands all over each other, when the door opened. A shock went up Oliver’s spine and Conrad’s back stiffened. The two turned towards the creaking sound of the hinges. Oliver’s mom and dad walked in absent-mindedly and then stopped in their tracks. Oliver’s father, from his massive height, looked down at the scene before him, his eyes wide. His mother’s stance froze and her eyes locked on the two half-naked boys on her couch. The four people n the room quietly looked at each other for a second, before Oliver’s dad said something.

“Oh.” The two immediately walked out of the house the way they came, shutting the door behind them.

Oliver sprung off of Conrad, who stood up at once. “Fuck,” Conrad whispered.

“What? It’s okay, they know I like guys. Let’s just go upstairs,” Oliver said.

Conrad turned towards the stairs and went up two at a time, calling towards Oliver at the top. “Your parents aren’t gonna get pissed you’re like. . . doing it. . . right?”

Following shortly behind, Oliver looked into Conrad’s face. “Maybe. . . my dad tried to give me ‘The Talk’ a couple months ago, but he didn’t really do the best job of clarifying when I should. . . do it. . .”

Biting his lip, Conrad thought for a moment. “So now that your parents are here, like even if they leave us alone, my guess is that we probably shouldn’t keep. . . doing it. . .”

Oliver took Conrad’s hand and led them into his room. Conrad quickly headed over to the window box. “Just kidding they’re getting back in the car.”

“Fuck!” Oliver said.

“What?”

“Saying ‘doing it’ is weird, can we just say fuck? Call it fucking?” Oliver asked.

Conrad scoffed, grinning. “Yeah, we can,” he started walking towards Oliver with his arms out, “And now that your parents are going, we can do all the fucking we want.”

“Oh yeah?” Oliver asked, as Conrad’s hands slipped under his top and pulled it off.

“All the hardest, most amazing, ass-slapping, butt-fucking we want.”

“That sounds— Oh shit!“ Oliver immediately was pushed onto his bed, and caged onto it by Conrad’s arms and legs.

In the next second, his boxer briefs flew across the room, hit the wall, and sunk to the floor. Conrad’s hands busily groped at Oliver’s hips, and then slid up and down his body. He obviously had his mind set on his version of doing it. His fingers grazed back and forth across Oliver’s pecs, and palms rotated around his nipples, and his arms smoothly slid around Oliver’s sides. Conrad leaned down between Oliver’s legs and kissed his stomach, between his abs. Oliver’s spine tingled and his back arched.

“Conrad, ohhhh god. . .”

Oliver’s stomach was sensitive, much like his own. Conrad’s mouth moved down slowly, but incredibly eagerly. His lips, opening and closing around the different spots of Oliver’s groin, eventually closed around the tip of Oliver’s hard-on. Very slowly, Conrad inhaled the meat of his boyfriend’s erection, then he pulled away, and shut his eyes, licking his lips.

“Conrad? Are you okay?”

“Mhm. Yeah. Just realized I’ve never had your cock in my mouth. . . before. Yeah, it’s good, we’re good. . .” He lowered himself back onto Oliver’s prick. His head started bobbing up and down, his tongue savoring the taste of slightly-salty skin. Eventually, the skin of Oliver’s member became slick with Conrad’s saliva, allowing a smoother rolling gesture. Oliver reached down and put his hands behind Conrad’s ears, guiding him. His breath was deep and slow, occasionally letting out a groan. In his mind, he thought about Conrad, and how Conrad had never sucked anyone off before. It was always Conrad’s cock in Oliver’s mouth, but today the roles were finally switched. 

“Oh fuck, Conrad.”

At the mention of his name, he looked up at Oliver. Oliver whipped his head downwards and locked eyes with the quarterback. He bit both of his lips, and then released to sigh. Conrad’s eyebrows raised inquisitively up at Oliver, who nodded in approval. With his lover’s approval, Conrad turned back down and wrapped his fingers around the base of Oliver’s meat-stick and swirled his tongue around a little bit. Oliver let his head drop back and closed his eyes, sighing as Conrad bobbed up and down. A quick ripple of ecstasy outwardly stretched through Oliver’s body from his pelvis, but the pleasure of it was quickly masked by the interrupting sound of choking. Oliver swung his head downward to see Conrad pulling his mouth away, a rope of saliva connecting the head of the cock to his lips. He had tears in his eyes.

“Babe, take it slow.”

Conrad cocked his head to the side. “How do you do this?”

Oliver couldn’t help but laugh, “I don’t think I can gag.”

A grin spread across Conrad’s face, and he slowly crawled face-to-face with Oliver. “Prove it.”

“Get up here,” he said, beaming.

Conrad pushed himself up to straddle Oliver’s shoulders, and wove his fingers into Oliver’s hair, to help pull his head up. Oliver, complying, opened his mouth. His tongue rolled out of his mouth and lifted Conrad’s tool into it. Since Conrad was already hard, it was easy for the tip of his cock to touch the back of his boyfriend’s mouth. After that it was just a matter of slowly easing it down his throat, which he began to do. Inch by inch.  Oliver took all of it, his eyes perfectly un-watery and his throats contently relaxed.

"Mmmm. . . Love that you can do that," Conrad sighed.

Humming in response, Oliver sent intense vibrations through the dick in his mouth, and additionally against Conrad's balls resting on his chin. Conrad growled in euphoria, projecting his gruff voice through the room. He pulled Oliver's head away slowly, then back in, not allowing his vocal chords to cease. His head fell down limp, watching Oliver take in his meat with ease. Very carefully, he lifted one hand off Oliver's hand and set it on the bed for support, and then he slowly began to pull his cock in and out of Oliver's mouth.

Oliver reached up and around Conrad's thighs, setting his hands below Conrad's round, muscle-made ass as it flexed forward and back. The taste of Conrad’s cock was overwhelming; the hard-on was penetrating every part of Oliver’s mouth, and the taste was everywhere: all over the top and sides of his tongue, the back of his throat, the roof of his mouth and his cheeks. What was more, it had rubbed into the taste of his saliva, so as he withdrew very slowly from Conrad, he could still taste him.

As he bobbed back down onto his partner’s member he was overwhelmed with another sensation: Conrad’s thick scent of musk. It inexplicably turned him on, with the full length of Conrad’s dick deep down his throat and his nose in Conrad’s trimmed hair, to breathe in the smell of sweat from all of Conrad’s activities: working out, his nerves, basic heat, or constant sex with Oliver. It was an overpowering odor that was making everything raunchier. Oliver pulled away.

“Conrad, fuck me,” Oliver gasped.

Conrad nodded and leaned down to kiss Oliver, getting off of him and positioning himself behind Oliver’s legs. He looked down from their kiss, biting his lip, as he stroked himself slowly, lining his cock up with Oliver’s entrance. He almost went in, but stopped and sat in thought for a minute.

“I can’t wait all day my parents will get back soon, Con-“

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

Conrad raised his eyebrows in innocence and chewed on his bottom lip. “Can you do me this time?”

Oliver lay still for a moment, staring up at his heavily breathing boyfriend. “You want me to fuck you?”

Conrad just nodded, to which Oliver raised his eyebrows and rolled off the bed from under his boyfriend, who fell onto his chest.

Oliver looked at the form on his bed. He was beautiful. One side of Conrad’s face was buried in the bed, the other side showing a softly-bitten lip and one eye’s piercing gaze. His chest grazed the duvet, and his back arched up, lifting his chiseled stomach off the bed. Spread only a little bit away from his torso, his big biceps lay flat, and his forearms folded slightly up next to them. His farthest leg spread its full length, and the closer one resting on its knee, holding his round butt up into the air. It proudly protruded from his body, and waited anxiously for physical contact. Hanging between his thighs was his swollen cock, barely swinging back and forth like a pendulum. He was sexy.

Stepping forward, Oliver reached out and placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s thighs, near his knee-pit. Very slowly, he grazed the face of his hand up the modestly hairy thigh, until he reached the big beautiful ass, where the layer of hair thinned to almost nothing. He pushed himself onto his knees behind Conrad, taking position to where he could very clearly see his lover’s near hairless butt, where his hand rested. Then, he leaned down and landed a soft kiss on Conrad’s butt cheek, and rested his lips there. 

Subsequently, he kissed lower and lower until he was at the bottom of Conrad’s ass, and his lips moved further inward until they were pressed against the soft, partially-suspended ballsack between each muscled meaty asscheek. At his ears he could hear his partner breathe in deeply out of pleasure, and he kissed the soft smooth skin, releasing his tongue between his lips every now and again. Seconds later, Oliver started making his was up the warm space between Conrad’s glutes. Across the bit of sensitive skin between his balls and his entrance, up to the actual skin of Conrad’s puckered hole.

From the scent of it, Conrad’s behind was well-washed. Oliver rounded his lips and stuck out his tongue, allowing it to drag slowly up his boyfriend’s butthole. The taste of salty flesh confirmed Oliver’s suspicions that Conrad must’ve been washing his ass regularly in case he got the pleasure of being tongue-fucked by Oliver.

“Ohhhhh. . . Oliver, keep doing that. . .”

Following Conrad’s orders, Oliver swept his tongue up and down, his lower lip following suit. From the sound of it, Oliver was doing a good job keeping his man happy. Conrad was breathing slowing hard, occasionally letting out a moan or sigh. Every now and then he would curse out of pleasure or groan Oliver’s name. As the minutes passed, Oliver more quickly and aggressively lapped up Conrad’s ass, shaking his head side to side every once in a while to switch up the direction of his tongue.

“Oliver. . . fuck baby. . . fuck me, you feel so good. . .”

Finally, Oliver returned his tongue to his mouth and gently kissed Conrad’s hole. Then, he slid his hand from spreading Conrad’s ass to grasping his waist, allowing the cheek’s of his ass to return to their original placement. Oliver slid his hands up Conrad’s body to his pecs, and slid his face up to behind Conrad’s ear. He gently bit it.

“Your ass tastes amazing, you know,” Oliver whispered.

“That was so hot. You felt so good. Keep going,” Conrad responded, whining.

With the taste of Conrad’s ass still in his mouth, Oliver grinned and pulled Conrad’s face to the side to kiss him. Then, in the spooning position they were in, Oliver ran his hand down Conrad’s back and wrapped his fingers around Conrad’s butt. Conrad breathed deeply through his nose, stroked Oliver’s tongue with his own, pushed their lips as close together as he could, and mixed their saliva, getting a taste of what Oliver had been up to. Then he pulled away.

“Hmm,” he murmured, “I guess my ass does taste pretty nice.”

Oliver giggled. “Ugh, your ass tastes amazing, my big hunky boyfriend.”

Grinning, Conrad twisted his body slightly and looked into Oliver’s face. “You’re so hot, y’know that? And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You’re so hot, and sexy, and handsome. Now get your sexy ass inside me, you stud.”

Conrad twirled his hips, grinding his ass against Oliver’s pelvis and rock-hard cock. Oliver spit into his hand and it out in front of Conrad’s face, who also dropped a generous amount of saliva into it, and he slowly stroked himself with it. Very carefully, Oliver lined his member up with Conrad’s still-warm asshole and began to push his way in. Conrad’s many muscles clenched, and his fingers gripped the fabric of the duvet. His face pinched and he pushed his face into the bed. 

“Slower?” Oliver asked.

Conrad shook head, “This is perfect, I just need a minute.”

Oliver held his position, waiting. “Whenever you’re ready, babe.”

After a long paused Conrad shook his head again. “Just do it,” he said. Oliver raised one of his eyebrows. Did he mean just start in? “Oliver, are you there— Oh fuck!” 

Oliver quickly bucked his hips into Conrad, pushing in all seven and a half inches of his fat meat. Conrad’s head whipped back in pain and pleasure.

“Conrad, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s nice and all, but honestly I just want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

Oliver shook his head at himself and pushed in and out of Conrad, flexing his ass as he thrusted all the way in and out. Conrad’s toes curled and his legs fidgeted a little bit. Oliver kept fucking him deep and slow so he wouldn’t break any skin. While he pushed back and forth into his boyfriend’s ass, he collected more saliva, and dropped it at the rim of Conrad’s stretched out asshole.

“Mmmmh,” Conrad groaned. “Harder, Oliver.”

Oliver began to buck his hips faster, fucking Conrad harder and harder, whose legs began to squirm in delight.

“Fu-hu-huck baby, yes.” he moaned loudly.

Oliver hooked his legs around Conrad’s to keep them from moving around as much as they were, and he slammed his pelvis into the muscled butt of the sweet set of man in front of him. Oliver’s pace picked up and soon enough he was getting the feeling inside of himself that he’d felt so many times before with Conrad. A small tingle at the top of his pelvis, which spread and concentrated itself into his busy prick. It filled up his legs and made his toes curl.

“Conrad, I’m gonna—“

“On my chest. . . do it on my chest,” Conrad moaned.

Quickly, Oliver pulled himself out of Conrad’s ass and flipped him over. Straddling the bottom of his abs, Oliver jerked himself until he began to cum. He moaned softly, almost a sigh, and shot his load strand after strand onto Conrad’s pecs and abs until a small bit of his torso was painted a little bit white with his sweet-salty juice.

“Get on your back,” Conrad demanded.

“Bossy much?” Oliver’s face turned inquisitive, and he flopped down onto his back.

Conrad got up and took position between Oliver’s legs, angling his pulsating boner into Oliver’s ass, and pushed it all the way in. Oliver howled in pleasure, but was quickly silenced by Conrad’s lips. Consequentially, the cum on Conrad’s body partially dripped down between Oliver’s abs. Conrad began pumping his hips, thrusting himself in and out of Oliver, who hummed cordially into his lover’s mouth. He was in the zone and Oliver could tell; he was being bossy and getting down to business. 

Oliver reached up and wrapped his arms around Conrad’s neck, and Conrad hooked his biceps around the back of Oliver’s knees for leverage. Even as top runner on the track team, he was really putting his stamina to the test. His was deep-dicking Oliver into a state of non-stop euphoria, and fast. His glutes were flexing like crazy, his hips rocking almost impossibly fast. It was the hardest Oliver had been fucked, and he was starting to really feel it all through his body. He reached down with one of his hands and clenched onto Conrad’s ass.

Conrad pulled away from their kiss. “I’m so close.”

Seeing Conrad brought some attentiveness back to Oliver. His ass was being plowed so hard that Conrad was sweating heavily, and seeing that made him aware of the accumulation of sweat on his own body. Conrad’s head flung up, whipping a few drops of his sweat onto Oliver’s sheets. It was hot, and with the non-stop pleasure of Conrad’s hard-on ramming in and out of him, it was bringing him to orgasm. His eyes rolled into his head, and he moaned loudly. Conrad did the same, at an alarming volume.

Inside of him, Oliver could feel the hot sticky jizz filling him up. He knew it wasn’t all the Conrad had though; his boyfriend could really blow a load. Conrad, even though he was holding himself fully inside of Oliver, bucked his hips with the many waves of pleasure that swept through him. After a little bit he pulled out, and began spraying Oliver’s chest with his thick delicious cum. When he finished, he lower his chin, and landed soft kisses on Oliver’s neck, cheek, and the side of his lips. Eventually, he weakly fell onto his boyfriend, mixing their sticky loads together.

The two laid together, breathing heavily and occasionally letting out a weak laugh.

“God damn, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that turned on in my life,” Conrad whispered.

“I don’t think I can move my legs,” Oliver responded.