The Quarterback

Seven and a half years later.

 - - -

He’d have thought to have been used to the coldness of the bathroom stall walls by now, since he’d hooked up in them so many times. However, it seemed to prove the exact opposite and the feeling of the bathroom stall against the skin of his chest was still terribly icy. The only heat radiating into the dark exhausted figure was the breath on the back of his neck and the warm pelvis against his ass belonging to the burly, red-headed man behind him. The dark-haired man pushed his chest slightly off the wall, pressing his forehead against it instead. He looked down at his feet, his eyes halfway closed. Hopefully this would be over soon. 

“I’m getting close,” the larger man said.

The commotion in the stall, which was closer to mellow than not, picked up and immediately dropped to stillness, as the bigger man made his final thrust. He’d been picked up at the bar in the theater, where it looked like he went to take a break from his family. From the ring on his finger, you could tell he had a wife. He was only possibly a dad though. It was guess from the gut that hadn’t started developing yet, and sat under a set of large, protruding pecs. He rubbed his eyes a few times, out of frustration. He had bags under his eyes, and a scruffy bit of grown-out stubble. His skin was tan and a little lighter than the short brown-red hair coming out of his scalp.

“It’s been too long,” he grumbled, and he pulled out out of the ass he was balls deep in. Then he wiped the tip off on the top of the cheek, and cleared his throat.

“Wife doesn’t put out much, huh?” 

“Not since we had kids. I really needed that.” He buckled up his slacks over his dress shirt and adjusted his crotch. Then he pushed out of the stall.

“I could tell.” The darker haired individual spoke.

“It’s been a while since I’ve got ass as great as that. So tight. . . And from a man,” he chuckled, shook his head, and started on his way out, “Who’d of thunk?”

The remainder of the two wiped away as much cum as he could off his ass, tucked in his shirt and headed to the mirror. He hardly recognized who he was in high school, the last time he was truly happy with himself. His hair had grown out from a buzzcut and was flawlessly styled to the side; not a hair was out of place, and that included the closely shaven scruff across his hair and over his lip. Even his eyebrows were plucked to perfection, and his caramel-colored skin had cleared from the occasional pimple to absolutely flawless. He was so handsome and sexy, but this person was suave, collected, and introverted rather than the outgoing, boyish, delinquent he had been. The only thing that possibly resembled his old self was his killer body which was put together with beautifully sculpted muscles and his name. Something that would stay with him always. A name he’d always say to himself in the mirror like he was now, to remind himself of who he was.

Conrad.

- - -

Being back at home was different since the last time around, when he had come back during college for his parents’ funeral and sold their house. They’d had an elevator accident, and as a well-known family in the town, almost everyone who knew them had attended the funeral. Almost everyone. Oliver’s family was one of the few who had declined. But college was over now; that time was a long ago, and Conrad was trying his hardest to move on from his grief and continue his life as if nobody had just died. Most of his time he tried his hardest to keep busy by shopping for clothes or for his apartment, or prowling around for men in the city. His favorite places were the park, the classical theater, and the malls.

The malls were the busiest and easiest places to find younger, attractive men who wanted sex fast. The park was where he went when he was feeling especially horny, because most of the men he found who went there during the times of night he did were kinky. And finally, the classical theater was where he went to pick up men who really needed what Conrad was offering. They were usually married men and more mature than the hairless or trimmed up young studs in the more modern areas. Plus, there were a variety of hotels around the theater with classy bars where Conrad would go if he couldn’t find any older men who needed their fill of flesh. He was someone who liked to clean up nice before he went out to have sex with strangers. He liked the way dressing up made him feel.

- - -

Conrad was sweaty and exhausted. He went to the gym pretty regularly, usually at night, but tonight his gym was closed. It wasn’t a problem for him, since he technically had a backup gym, and it was closer than his normal one. He was at his breaking point already, but he found things to do to make him seem busy. The only reason he hadn’t hit the showers yet was a few yards away doing squats. A tall, brown-haired, man who could not have been any less attractive. His facial structure was incredibly symmetrical and covered in stubble, and even though he was in the weight room he looked like he had more of a swimmer’s body. On a different night Conrad would’ve probably called it quits, but since he wasn’t at his normal gym he was perfectly content making intense eye contact with this particular man through the mirrors on the wall. Before too long, the man finally quit working out and started towards the locker room.

A few seconds went by before Conrad followed after him, and into the tiled room with a few lines of lockers and some mirrors strung around. There weren’t many guys around because of how late it was, but the few that were present were scattered among the lockers spaciously and in various forms of undress if not nude. He didn’t have a locker of his own, but he had his gym bag, which he dropped to the floor and slipped off his sandals into. In preparation for his shower, he lifted his top over his head and stripped off his shorts, stuffing both of them into his bag. Since he didn’t have his own locker he just pushed it under a locker bench and strolled past row after row of lockers until coming upon a single row with only one occupant.

The man from before stood near one of the middle lockers, which was fully open, and was tapping through his phone when Conrad approached. He was similarly stripped down to nothing, and seemed to be focused on whatever he was doing. Conrad cocked his head to the side and leaned against one of the lockers.

“Got an extra towel?” he asked, smirking.

The subject gave Conrad’s nude form a one over and then put down his phone when his eyes gazed into Conrad’s face. “I’ve never seen you here,”

“But you notice me now?” There was cockiness in Conrad’s voice.

“Yea,” the man hesitated for a bit, then dropped his gaze to his observer’s package. He didn’t seem to try to hide his staring at all.

“Like what you see?”

“Definitely. I’ve had you on my eye this entire night.”

Upon further listening, Conrad noticed a little bit of an Italian accent. Conrad reached out his hand. “Conrad,” he announced.

The opposite man shook his hand firmly, “Marcus.”

“Marcus, how about you and I find a private shower together and you can show me your squatting form?”

Almost immediately Marcus pushed all of his things into his locker and turned around, waving Conrad forward with him. He led Conrad past the open showers where a few men stood quietly washing their hair, scrubbing their junk, and watching the two men walk together over to a small cluster of showers veiled with shower curtains. The two stepped into one of the small spaces and stood very close to each other. Conrad’s hand jerked forward and took Marcus’ member in his hand as warm water ran between the two.

Marcus shook his head. “Not here. Right now is for getting to know each other.”

“What?” Conrad disappointedly looked down at the penis in his hand, pouting a little.

“Getting to know each other,” Marcus repeated, putting a soapy hand on Conrad’s chest, and the other around Conrad’s sausage.

Conrad lifted his chin approvingly, and moved in under the water, pressing his lips against Marcus’ lips. The two stood together locked in a kiss, fondling each other’s cocks slowly, and rubbing soapy water over one another’s body. Marcus seemed more fixated on Conrad’s body rather than his semi-hard dick, and he was needy in his groping of muscles. The fingers of one of his hands slid into Conrad’s slick black hair, and his other hand explored every part of Conrad. He stroked up and down Conrad’s arms and the sides of his chest, and pinched gently at his nipples. He also grabbed hungrily at Conrad’s butt, sliding his slippery soap-covered fingers down his ass in an effort to grab as much as he could. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and as hard as it was for Conrad to keep up, it was getting him really hard.

“You’re quite grabby, you know that?” Conrad gasped into Marcus’ mouth.

“I love your body. It’s so. . .” he seemed to be looking for the right word to complete his thought.

“Perfect?” Conrad asked.

Marcus grinned and pushed Conrad against the tiled wall, holding his wrists tightly above his head, and forcefully pressed his body against Conrad’s. He was certainly a furrier specimen, and it tickled Conrad’s well trimmed body. Conrad liked hairy men, though. He liked all men. He stood submissively as Marcus pushed his tongue deep into his own mouth. He was an excited person, and it was really turning Conrad on, especially as he reached down with one of his hands and started slowly fondling Conrad’s balls.

“Don’t make any noise,” Marcus whispered, “People will hear you.”

Conrad struggled to hold his arms still, but Marcus kept them in place. His head leaned back and his jaw dropped open in the pleasure of the warm soft tingling feeling that kneaded at the skin of his balls. He arched his back and pushed his shoulders and butt hard against the wall, pressing his entire torso onto Marcus, who pulled Conrad’s head back down with his lips. Marcus pulled back every once in a while to look at the glazed empty look of euphoria in Conrad’s eyes. Almost as if it were a pattern, he would follow up with quick kisses and merge into deep long ones. It seemed like forever before there was a tap on the curtain, and Marcus stepped away from Conrad to open it.

“This is a public locker room, not your own private sex club.”

Conrad arched his head over Marcus’ shoulder to see who was talking. An average-looking man in maybe his mid forties, with an angry look on his face. It looked like he was in the middle of a wash before he somehow felt distracted by the two making so much commotion in their shower. Behind him were two other men. One was tall with a tower slung over his shoulder, and the other was more average height with a little bit of a belly. They were all naked except for a little boy, maybe three who held the stouter man’s hand, and he was in his bathing suit.

“Is it really your business that we shower together?” Marcus protested.

The taller man stepped forward and pulled the curtain back, revealing Marcus’ bottom half, as well as Conrad behind him. The two were both hard as rocks, their erections standing out in front of them slightly. Conrad’s cock, the larger of the two, hung slightly with its heavy weight. 

“Cleaning my ass, take it somewhere private,” he said.

Conrad spoke up, “This is private. It’s a private shower.”

“See the curtain?” Marcus lifted the curtain slightly.

“Get your asses out of here, you queers, or we’ll get you out ourselves,” warned the pot-bellied man.

“You literally have a kid right there,” Conrad retorted.

A couple seconds went by before Marcus got out and joined the group of men standing outside the shower and looked at Conrad defeatedly, nodding away from the showers. Conrad stood still, looking at them before stepping out with Marcus. Marcus started back to where his locker was while Conrad stood looking at all the men who had come to confront them. His eyebrow was raised before he squatted down in front of the little boy.

“You can like boys if you want, y’know. It’s totally okay.”

“Don’t talk to my kid like that, fag,” the father snapped.

Conrad stood up and scowled. “Maybe you should watch your mouth around your son. That’s a disgusting word.”

“Queer,”

“Y’know it seems to me that the three guys showering together, probably—“ Conrad reached out his hand towards the original man’s junk, who quickly stepped back to unknowingly prove his upcoming point, “Afraid to touch each other’s dicks. . . are more gay than me and my buddy.”

He walked away slowly, pulling the towel off the taller man’s shoulder and giving him a nice slap on the ass on his way off.

- - -

“So what’d you say to those guys when I left?” Marcus asked.

The two were in Marcus’ car outside his apartment complex. Marcus had approached Conrad while he was toweling off after their shower and invited Conrad back to his place, to which Conrad coolly agreed. After dressing himself in a clean change of clothes, he pocketed his keys, phone, his wallet and dropped his bag off in his car, which conveniently was right next to Marcus’ and the two drove a few blocks to Marcus’ quietly.

“I, uh, told them they should watch their language around a kid.”

Marcus laughed rather loudly, “Right? How was that appropriate?”

“That one guy pulled away the curtain. I mean, I had a boner! You had a boner! That kid saw our dicks!” Conrad put his face in his hands embarrassedly.

“Nothing you should be ashamed of, though,” Marcus quickly spoke.

He reached his hand over to Conrad’s bare thigh and massaged it slowly, pressing the side of his hand against the middle of Conrad’s gym shorts. Conrad turned to Marcus and leaned in for a kiss. They sat in silence, lips locked together in an embrace, hands on each other, until Marcus pulled away and took the keys out of the car. He got out and nodded towards the gate. Conrad got out grinning and followed, his eyes chirping with as much excitement as the car locking behind him. He rejoined Marcus as they pushed into the gate kissing and up a flight of stairs to the door to an apartment. 

Once inside, Conrad jumped up onto Marcus, who caught him by the butt and carried him down the hall, still locked together by the lips. They crashed down onto Marcus’ single bed, making the springs croak loudly. Marcus laid on top of Conrad, positioning himself between Conrad’s thighs, and he pulled his shirt off. Conrad, trapped underneath Marcus, did the same and flung it aside to the ground. Conrad reached up and wrapped his fingers around the waistband of Marcus’ sweats, and pulled them down to the back of his knees. Marcus scooted out of them easily and started grinding his junk, enclosed in the pouch of a jockstrap, against the fabric covering Conrad’s ass. Determined, Conrad pushed down the straps of Marcus’ jockstrap down his legs.

Marcus pulled his lips away from Conrad and got up in such a rush what he said sounded like one continuous word. “Waitwaitwaitlemmejust—“

He stepped to the door quickly and shut it and turned around to see Conrad completely naked, posed on his side. His head was propped up by his elbow and his legs were open sideways like a clam, exposing his rather large private parts. Marcus watched him, grinning, as Conrad tried his best to look both cool and innocent at the same time.

“Oh no!” Marcus exclaimed, playing into Conrad’s fake innocence. “Your shorts disappeared!”

Conrad snickered. “Come here,”

Marcus, stealthily and quickly, leapt from the floor onto the bed over Conrad. Then he dropped down, caging Conrad under his body and between his arms and legs. Conrad bit his lip and squirmed to face up to Marcus, who held himself over Conrad’s body with an impressive amount of space between them. His junk, down by his pelvis, hung down between their bodies and his manhood just barely touched Conrad’s privates.

“You smell hot,” Conrad observed.

Marcus raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, how’s that smell?”

“Like hot, sweaty, man,” Conrad described, as Marcus kissed his way down Conrad’s body. “And a little bit of soap— Oh fuck.”

Marcus pushed his lips down under Conrad’s privates and gave his asshole a slow, pleasurable, lick. He had a bit of scruff around his mouth which tickled Conrad’s ass cheeks, and the hair on his lip added into the pleasure of his tongue swirling around and across Conrad’s asshole. A few minutes of rimming before Conrad backed away from Marcus mouth and flipped himself longways across the bed, positioning his face under Marcus’ pelvis and taking Marcus’ cock into his mouth. He spread his legs apart a bit to hint at Marcus that his semi-hard cock wanted a bit of sucking off as well.

Briefly, Marcus enjoyed the ecstasy of his cock down Conrad’s throat before he bent down and took Conrad’s inflated meat into his mouth. It wasn’t something he could personally handle the entirety of, so he started from the bottom and dragged his tongue up the whole appendage before bobbing down and taking in as much as he could. On the other hand, Conrad lay still with a relaxed throat and that combined with experience out the ass allowed him to inhale all of Marcus’ cock into his mouth. Inside his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the long meat stick.

Marcus, every now and then, would lift himself off Conrad’s cock and catch his breath. If Conrad sucked hard enough, he’d hear a moan through the heavy breaths. Eventually, Marcus scooted up for a little bit more mobility, leaving Conrad looking up at his big meaty ass. He reached up and set his hands on each side of Marcus’ beautiful butt, spreading it as much as he can. Marcus’ ass, while fairly furry, was completely bare around his asshole. Conrad but his lip briefly, enjoying the view, before allowing his tongue to loll out of his mouth and diving in for a small feast.

One of the first things Conrad noticed when he was how absolutely amazing Marcus’ ass tasted. He was noticeably someone who liked to keep it clean down there, which presumably to Conrad made his butt taste extremely delectable. Something you’d want for dessert after a warm meal on a rainy day sort of delicious. Conrad’s tongue flicked this way and that and pushed around at the flesh, trying his best to cover as much area as he could. He made shapes— spirals, triangles, lines of all kinds, stars— and he sometimes just pushed his entire tongue against Marcus’ ass-meal, grinding his tastebuds very cautiously up and down.

When he did that the first time Marcus reached back and grabbed the back of his head, letting out a gruff moan. It was the first actual response Conrad noticed since his face had come anywhere even near his partner’s backside. He’d been too focused on the task at hand of eating Marcus’ ass to bother to read any signals on whether he should keep going or switch techniques. And to his satisfaction it sounded like Marcus was having a wonderful time. If the sound of Marcus’ enfeebled moans weren’t enough of a sign, then his hand pushing Conrad’s face into his ass definitely was a clear “keep going.”

Fifteen minutes of absolutely heavenly rimming went by before Marcus leaned forward, his ass pulling out of tongue-reach for Conrad. Conrad leaned forward as it was taken out of his reach, his tongue hanging out of his mouth disappointedly and his eyes tantalized by the beautiful butt moving away. Marcus waddled on his knees over to Conrad’s waist, where he lifted Conrad’s hips onto his knees. He reached into the nightstand next to his bed and pulled out a small foil square and a tiny tube of lubricant. In less than a moment he had two lubed up fingers in Conrad’s ass, down to the base knuckles. Conrad squirmed in pleasure, biting his lip and mumbling inside of his cheeks.

“How do you like it?” Marcus breathed, arching over Conrad’s body.

“Oh god, I love it.” Conrad groaned.

Marcus paused, only wiggling his fingers a little bit, then shook his head. “No, no. I mean how do you like it?”

Conrad lifted his head, opened his eyes, and focused on Marcus’ face inquisitively. “What?”

“How do you like to be fucked?”

Conrad dropped his head back down and shut his eyes. “Hard and fast.”

“Deep?” Marcus pushed his fingers somehow even further into Conrad.

“Ohhh- yea fuck me deep.”

Marcus tore open the small foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his manhood, which at full length was maybe seven and a half inches. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Conrad, massaging the tip around his tightening entrance to spread any leftover lube. But from a hunch based on his finger-fucking only a few seconds ago, he picked up the bottle of lube and dropped a little bit onto the latex-covered meatsicle that he was subconsciously lining up in between Conrad’s butt.

“Deep it is,” he murmured, entering Conrad slowly and lifting his legs to accommodate his hips pushing inwards. “Fuuuck. . .”

Each inch swept easily into Conrad, and Marcus pushed his hips harder against Conrad’s backside. He flexed his ass, pushing his pelvis as far as he could inward and pushing as much of his cock as he could into Conrad’s ass. He hooked his arms around Conrad’s raised legs and wrapped his forearms around Conrad’s back, lifting his upper back off of the sheets. Conrad similarly wrapped his arms around Marcus’ torso and back, nuzzling his face into the side of Marcus’ neck.

Marcus flexed his ass hard as he fucked Conrad, holding his hips against Conrad’s butt. In his throat, Conrad was growling non-stop. He reached up and pushed his fingers into Marcus’ hair with one hand and reached down to his ass with the other, digging his fingers into the alternatingly tense flesh there. Marcus pumped himself in and out as fast he could for as deep as he was going, which was impressively quick for as big as he was.

Conrad groaned and groaned into Marcus’ neck, his eyes pinched together in pleasure. Marcus’ bone-throwing was bringing him to a feeling he loved— a slight tingling feeling in his toes and legs as if he were a bit numb. It wasn’t long before the feeling ascended into full-on euphoria. Conrad’s weak voice erupted over and over into loud, breathy, moans.

“Ohhh, fff- fff- oohhh, ahhhh. . .”

At the sound of Conrad’s pleasure, Marcus bit his lip and pulled Conrad’s head up to his so they were forehead-to-forehead. He gazed intensely into Conrad’s eyes as he groaned and growled and started jerking his hips faster, slamming into Conrad harder. Conrad’s jaw loosely hung in pleasure, the back of his throat at high strain groaning. Inside Conrad’s body was a pulsating tickling feeling of pleasure, which was sweeping through him in waves as Marcus pounded faster and harder.

At last, Marcus was fucking fast and quick. Although not as deep, it was surpassing any sort of bar that Conrad had in his mind at an extremely satisfying rate. Marcus’ teeth let go of his bottom lip, and he enveloped Conrad’s own bottom lip with his mouth. For leeway to the vivacious plowing he was receiving, Conrad wrapped his wrists around Marcus’ neck and tangled his fingers in his hair. He opened his clenched eyes, which had begun watering, to find himself eye to eye with Marcus.

“I’m getting close—“ Marcus grunted.

“Oh god, yes.”

Marcus was ramming his cock at a beautifully speedy pace now, and it seemed to him that along with the pleasure of Conrad’s tight ass providing pleasure to his member, the ambience of Conrad’s surrender and pleasure was getting him off. Conrad, who was receiving the best assfucking he’d gotten in years, just bit down on his lip and grinned. He gave Marcus eye contact, and was groaning through his crushed lip and teeth. It was hot enough for Marcus to reach his climax, and he quickly pulled out of Conrad and let him go so he laid back flat on the sheets. Straddling his chest, Marcus stroked himself off onto Conrad’s face, throwing his head back and landing load after load onto Conrad’s lower cheeks and below his eye and in his scruff and onto his upper lip. Additionally, a final strand stretched down across his neck to a little pool at the top of his chest. He was absolutely drenched in cum.

“Oh-ho-ho, fuck yea,” Marcus crowed.

Meanwhile, behind him, Conrad’s hand worked at his own meat, and being at the edge of orgasm already he erupted up onto Marcus’ back. Except Conrad, with an impressively large arsenal of semen, continued to spray his special sauce up everywhere. By the end of his toe-curling climax, the bottom of Marcus’ back was glazed with cum, and the few shots that landed on the top of his bubble but were dripping down his ass. Marcus slowly slid down so he laid on top of Conrad, who, being a little shorter than Marcus, wrapped his feet around Marcus’ ankles.

“You’ve got a sweet little ass there,” Marcus breathed.

“Little?” Conrad perked his head up.

“No, I mean— your ass is lovely and. . .plump?” Conrad dropped his head back down onto the bed, chuckling at that. “It’s an amazing ass. Felt great.” Marcus said, reaching up and rubbing his palm up and down Conrad’s chest.

“Mmmm- thanks. You give pretty good dick, I guess,” Conrad joked, to which Marcus laughed softly.

The two laid together exhausted, drenched in each other’s jizz, until they both eventually fell into a deep sleep.

- - -

When Conrad woke up, he found that the bed was empty. For the past few months he’d been pretty used to one-night stands where he’d felt fine not seeing whatever stud he’d slept with the night before, but now he felt sort of empty as he laid in Marcus’ deserted bed. For someone who loved the single life and anonymous sex so much, Conrad was pretty disappointed. Only for a moment though, when he heard the sound of dishes cluttering outside the bedroom. A spark of joy popped in his stomach and he hopped out of bed, opening the door to the hallway. In a half-limp that he was able to play off as a saunter, Conrad made his was down the hall, breathing in the fumes of a delicious-smelling breakfast.

“Unless you’re cooking your actual ass for breakfast, than I don’t want any of it, because that was absolutely delicious,” Conrad called.

It was sort of quiet after that, and Conrad turned the corner into the dining room that looked into the kitchen, rubbing his ass. Then he froze at the person cooking on the stove.

“Oliver,” he hoarsely said.