The Quarterback

“It’s been so long since I’ve been here.” Conrad said.

“I still come here most mornings for breakfast. It’s still the place it was back then.” Oliver replied.

They were sitting at the table that they used to sit at when they would come to the café back in high school. The number of customers had really gone up since then, spread out with mostly men but the occasional girl here and there with their friend. Besides that, the only thing that was different were the people working behind the counter. The lights were still kept dim, the layout was the same, and men were still only walking out of the bathroom only in pairs. Conrad remembered the last time he’d attended. His encounter with Jack and the stranger was the last time he’d come here. He was too embarrassed in himself to bear entering, even though it’d been his sexual awakening.

“We were dating back then, too. Under the radar.” Conrad murmured. “Which is something I want to talk about.”

Oliver looked worried. “You don’t want to stop already? It’s only been a week.”

Conrad clutched the cup of coffee in his hand tensely. “I don’t know how the guilt isn’t eating you alive, Oliver. I can hardly look at Marcus anymore.”

“Do you want to know why I did what I did on that run?” Oliver asked. “Because of what you said about Adrian. You were right. I can do much better than someone who can’t think for themselves.” He reached out and touched Conrad’s hand.

Smiling faintly, Conrad linked two of his fingers around Oliver’s. “I wasn’t talking about me.” He said modestly.

“I know you weren’t talking about you. But I can’t do better than you. You’re just— so. . .”

“Oliver, stop.” Conrad pleaded. “You’ve become such an assertive person since you met me. Do you remember how anxious you used to be about everything? You’re a whole new person now, and you can do better than some sex-obsessed quarterback.”

“Okay, this isn’t conversation isn’t happening right now. Conrad, you’re the person who pulled me out of that time of my life. And I know that you think it’s unfair to Marcus, but what’s going to happen eventually?”

Conrad sighed and sipped his coffee. As much as he hated, the question, he couldn’t deny that Oliver was making a good point about the future. When it all came down to it, Conrad would drop anything to be with Oliver, including Marcus. But he didn’t want to say it. As much as he liked being with Oliver, he knew that it was wrong to be doing what they were doing. To be cheating. But Oliver didn’t seem to mind, so Conrad kept his mouth shut.

“What do you do when you see Adrian? Like, how do you keep your mind off of the guilt?”

Oliver grinned. “I just think about you.”

Conrad’s heart dropped a little inside his chest. He felt bad for Adrian. “Oliver. . .”

Oliver leaned over the table and kissed Conrad softly.

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Pressure gouged into each of Conrad’s shoulders, and he let out a sigh. “Right there.”

Marcus’ thumbs were deep into the muscle of Conrad’s shoulders, making circles. The tension in Conrad’s life had skyrocketed since his affair with Oliver started, and being with Marcus made everything more terrible in the moment, so he thought maybe having Marcus massage our the symptoms of his stress would make everything feel better. Frankly, it wasn’t. Conrad’s chin was in the pillow and his face was pointed up at the headboard, frowning to himself. 

“There’s a lot of tension there, yeah. What’ve you been doing?” Marcus said, putting his hands on his thighs. He was straddled over Conrad’s back, and wearing a tiny pair of dark grey mesh workout shorts.

“Just stress. Do you think you could help me out a little bit?” he confided.

Marcus leaned down and kissed the back of Conrad’s neck. “Absolutely.”

His fingers kneaded away at the skin on Conrad’s back. They toyed around the muscles that were wound too tightly, and pushed at different angles until the knots started to seem softer and more malleable. With each stroke of his thumb, Conrad let out a prolonged, pain-relieving, sigh. Where he heard Conrad’s breath the most, Marcus would massage, and in greater depth than before. He was insistent on making his boyfriend’s back feel better. 

“Anywhere else feeling sore?”

“The sides my chest a little bit. Like near my armpits.”

Conrad flipped onto his back, and Marcus raised himself off Conrad for the small amount of time and then settled back down above the pouch of Conrad’s red briefs. It was that point where Marcus reached down and spread his fingers over Conrad’s pecs, trying to find the right place to begin. Conrad raised his arms slightly, extending the low arch between his arms and his chest. Marcus placed his fingers on the now obvious place and started in on it. Before too long, Marcus felt a little bit of a touch on his butt. It didn’t take any sort of advanced math to put together that being massaged was making Conrad hard.

Marcus sat back a little more, acting like he was grinding against the front of Conrad’s briefs on accident. “Oh,” he said, fake surprised.

Conrad saw right through the facade easily, and grinned. “Things are a little tense there, too.”

Marcus moved back to Conrad’s feet and leaned down, rubbing his palm across the fabric and hooked his fingers around the waistband of the bright red briefs, then slowly pulled them down to Conrad’s mid-thigh. Conrad was a grower, but was also four inches flaccid, so when Marcus brought down the small bit of cotton covering Conrad’s pelvis, a six inch semi hard-on flopped out. Marcus took it into his fist and pumped the skin up and down a little bit, inspiring more growth from it. His face was leaned in pretty close, and he was watching it with a pretty famished look before he let open his lips and directed it in.

At the warm feeling of Marcus’ mouth, Conrad bit his lip and reached down to the back of his head to help it’s bobbing up and down. Marcus had an interesting quality about him where sometimes he was up for serious, balls-deep, mouthfucking; and sometimes he was only able to handle the top half of Conrad’s cock. It was reasonable that he couldn’t handle all of it. After all, Conrad’s cock was unfairly sized, and any normal person wouldn’t be able to breath with a full eight inches of cut, beautiful, dick down their throat.

Right now it seemed that Marcus was in both places; he was bobbing up and down Conrad’s deal with ambitious hunger, but couldn’t get too far down before his throat tensed up and he had to back away. Conrad, while tolerable of both of Marcus’ settings, was beginning to feel rambunctious. He pulled down Marcus’ head farther and farther, despite Marcus’ closed up throat. It wasn’t pushing his boundaries consciously, but without any control over his reflexes, Marcus began to gag. Unfortunately, Conrad’s meat was too far in his throat, and it was hard for him to take in a lot of air. For Conrad though, this was a most pleasurable experience to have the tight wet feeling send shocks through his tingling dick as a result of the choking.

Marcus pulled away, a long bridge of saliva connecting the back of his throat to the head of Conrad’s cock. He gasped for air, shaking it intensely. He quickly closed his lips and wiped his mouth, allowing the string of spit to fall down onto the rod of delicious flesh it was attached to. Conrad lifted his head and looked down at Marcus, who was red-faced, grinning, and had a vein showing in his forehead.

Conrad waved him up to the top of the bed so that he was flat on the bed and the back of his head was against the headboard. Conrad swung his leg around Marcus’ neck and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at the imagery below him. All of his thick piece of eight-inch, saliva-covered, cock was on Marcus’ face. His balls rested on the chin and the shaft stretched all the way up to his hairline. He licked his lips and then bit the bottom one, shutting his eyes and Marcus tongue reached out and stroked up the base of Conrad’s tool.

“Open up, baby.” Conrad sweetly murmured.

Marcus grinned and dropped his jaw, resting his tongue on the top of his chin. Behind Conrad, he was stroking off. Conrad pulled his hips back until the  head of his dick was on Marcus’ tongue, then thrusted forward at alarming speed. Marcus’ head jolted upright as all eight inches of Conrad was deep in his throat. He gagged again, sending the feeling through Conrad again. Instead of holding himself there, this time Conrad started pumping his hips back and forth quickly. He thrusted his cock in and out of Marcus’ mouth fast. This way Marcus would gag every now and then, sending a pulse of vibration into Conrad’s sensitive meat; and Conrad could mouth-fuck as hard as he wanted, leaving enough time and air between thrusts for Marcus to take in.

As aggressively as Conrad was entering Marcus’ mouth, Marcus reached around and  put his hands on Conrad’s lower back and ass. For a while his mouth submissively took in Conrad’s cock, until he finally settled into the rhythm of Conrad’s thrusts and started thrusting his own head into Conrad. While Conrad thrusted inward, Marcus braced himself and pushed his face forward to quicken the actual length to time ratio for Conrad, who’s head hung limply from his own neck. He was panting heavily, groaning every few seconds. 

With his eyes tightly shut, Conrad felt and heard everything at a higher degree. The heat of Marcus’ breath raising the temperature of his tingling cock, the slurping sounds coming form Marcus’ mouth, the sound and feeling of his big balls slapping against Marcus’ chin, and the hollow sound inside his gagging throatThe pleasurable pressure was gathering around his pelvis against, phasing through his ab muscles and legs. He held it as long as possible, and finally blew his load. It shot into Marcus’ throat, and as Conrad pulled himself out of his mouth, shot onto his tongue and all over his face. White sticky cum covered the top of his right cheek and was dripping down his stubble. a strand of it made its way from his forehead down the left side of his nose into his lip hair. That last part of his face that was hit was his left cheek, and from there it stretched down to his chin and was dripping off onto to the top of his chest. Conrad grinned crookedly, satisfied with himself.

“Get on your stomach, you little shit.” Marcus said, smiling just as diabolically, and pushing his shorts down his legs with his feet.

Conrad turned around and dropped onto his chest, pushing his face into the sheets and raising his ass in the air. His legs spread as far as they could in the restraint of his briefs, which made a tight line from knee to knee. Marcus lifted a thumb to his right cheek and swiped a small bit of Conrad’s jizz off of it, then pushed it into his mouth and sucked it all off, closing his eyes to savor the taste. Then he looked down at Conrad’s ass and spread the cheeks apart with his hand, looking at the pink bit of flesh around his hole. He pushed his same thumb deep into it and once again closed his eyes at the sound of Conrad’s muffled groans. Violently, he shook around his hand and thumb, wiggling it around Conrad’s prostate. The tiny sounds coming from Conrad’s face in the sheets were almost drowned out by Marcus’ chuckling. He pulled his thumb out of Conrad and rubbed his left butt cheek with his right hand, pushing the meaty globe of muscle up and down with each direction his palm went.

“You wanna get fucked?” he said through his teeth.

“Oh god, yes- fuck.” Conrad cried. Marcus brought his hand down on his ass, leaving a red mark on right cheek.

“Yes, what?” Marcus’ hand slapped Conrad’s ass again, then watched the meat jiggle briefly.

“Yes, please.” Conrad begged. 

Marcus brought his hand down one more time on Conrad’s ass. Hard. “That’s a good man.” Marcus’ fingers dug into Conrad’s ass cheeks for moment while he shook around the meat of Conrad’s butt. “Look at that big, fuckable, ass. That’s fuckin’ hot.”

Quickly, Marcus raised his hand to his mouth and spat in it. He proceeded to plunge down into Conrad’s ass seven and a half inches deep. Conrad’s face twitched in pain and he whimpered as Marcus pushed into him, and he dug his face back into the sheets. Marcus pulled himself out to the head and jammed his cock back into Conrad, who whimpered again, more sharply. He made these slow and fast movements for a couple minutes, forcing small sounds out of Conrad. It was a lot for Conrad, but interestingly enough Conrad found himself pushing against Marcus’ force.

At this point, a lot of the cum from Marcus’ face had dripped onto his chest and down his abs, and also into his lips, where he was grinning with clenched teeth. Every once and a while he swept his tongue across the pearly white bones, catching small tastes of Conrad’s semen and grinding it between his lips. Quietly, he reached down and wrapped one of his hands around the front of Conrad’s neck, pulling him up so that his back pressed against Marcus’ sticky torso. Marcus’ head leaned over Conrad’s shoulder so that the his cum-covered cheek was next to Conrad’s face.

Conrad’s neck curved and his face turned into Marcus’. Their lips pushed against each other, and their tongue swirled through each others mouths and around each other. Suddenly, Marcus started to fuck Conrad hard. His other hand reached around and grabbed Conrad’s chest, holding him up. Conrad sighed into Marcus’ mouth and then separated into an out-loud moan. Marcus’s hips jerked back and forth impressively, ramming his fat cock in and out of Conrad’s ass. Slowly, the two leaned forward together until Conrad’s chest was back against the sheets. He moaned for a long time, his voice quavering in pleasure to the rhythm of Marcus’ assfucking.

“Ah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh.”

Marcus made gruff noises, pounding harder and harder into Conrad’s ass, which shook with each bit of impact. He pushed Conrad’s face into the sheets to keep him quiet and kept plowing, straightening himself back up towards the ceiling. His hands gripped Conrad’s hips and pulled them into his thrusts, since Conrad was too weak to push against him anymore. Without warning, he came into Conrad’s butt. Conrad could feel the heat of each strand in his asshole join together into a sticky mess inside of his body. Marcus’ low groan came out scratchy, almost like a growl. He brought his hand down On Conrad’s ass and groped tightly.

“Oh, fuck.” He grunted, pulling out of Conrad.

Conrad laid still for a while. Marcus looked down at him. There was a red handprint on the right side of his butt, which he rubbed tenderly. Then, Conrad flipped around onto his back and spread his legs to make room for Marcus, who fell between them. His chins Conrad’s chest, his abs pressed into Conrad’s junk, and his big, round, ass lay face up, completely. exposed. They were both panting hard.

“That was hot. . .” Conrad said, weakly smirking.

Suddenly the door swung open. “Hey guys we go— oh, fuck.” Adrian and Oliver stood inside the frame.

“Holy shit, did you do that?” Adrian stepped a couple paces forward an leaned down for a more accurate point. His finger made a direct line to Marcus cheek.

Conrad didn’t answer, he just looked wide-eyes at both of them.

Marcus  turned a little bit, propping himself up on his elbow on Conrad’s torso, and slid one of his legs up so that it crossed over his other one, which stuck straight out. Oliver’s eyes were stuck to Conrad’s face, who was now staring back at him. Then Oliver looked at Marcus’ ass, then Adrian, who stood up straight once again and was staring at Marcus’ ass, too.

“What? Nothing you guys haven’t seen before.” Marcus shook his ass for them as much as he could in the position he was in.

Adrian cleared his throat and readjusted the crotch of his sweatshorts. “Oh yeah,” he looked at Conrad.

“Is there a reason you guys came in without knocking?” Conrad asked.

Oliver cleared his throat this time and spoke up. “It’s okay, we’ll come back later.”

“You’re already here, might as well ask what you wanna ask.” Conrad said.

“We were wondering if you guys wanted to go clubbing sometime soon? We found a great place in the city—“

“Yeah, sounds great.” Marcus affirmed, turning onto his back and put his arms to each side of Conrad’s legs.

Conrad watched, bewildered at how casual Marcus was.“Um. . .”

Marcus shrugged. “They’ve seen it all before.”

Adrian spoke up. “Yeah, we used to have this rule that if we wanted we wouldn’t have to wear clothes around the house, but then Marcus said to class it up when you were around the house.”

Conrad rolled his eyes. “Well obviously that doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not gonna all be naked around the house anymore.” Oliver chimed in. “Adrian, come on?”

Adrian patted Marcus’ knee. “Alright, we’ll see you guys around, right?” he chuckled and started out. “Babe, we should start doing that again.”

Oliver shook his head and turned, making a split second of direct eye contact with Conrad before shutting the door.