The Quarterback

The first thing in Conrad’s blurred vision was light. It was streaming in from the large window that took up a large portion of his wall down onto the silvery sheets, which gave off a barely noticeable glow. His gaze fixed down at the foot of the bed, where amongst the folds of the pearly sheets was a tan shape. Tracing the perimeter of the shape, his eyes made the connection from the shape into a form, which he followed up the bed’s length. It was a foot, and his line of vision was skimming up the leg to the beautiful, round, butt it was attached to. From there he glanced up the muscular back up to the thin mess of hair covering the owner’s armpit, where a smooth, bulbous, bicep emerged from and a forearm beyond it. That’s when his gaze led up to the face of the figure. Thin lips with messy, wavy, dark hair that hung off his forehead. It was Oliver.

- - -

(Three days earlier)

Conrad was leaning against the door frame of his bathroom, nude, looking down at Marcus’ beautiful body in his sheets. Besides the rest of him, his feet were hidden under the blanket that he’d spread over the two of them the night before, but now was only spread across the foot of the bed. His snoring echoed through the room at a constant pace, discernible from the complete silence of the morning. Conrad blinked and licked his lips, then bit the side of his mouth. His eyes flicked over to the can of whipped cream on the floor, then back to Marcus. The sleeping man was face down, his butt sticking up from the sheets, and very slightly spread as a result of his legs parting across the bed. The small gap where his ass parted was where Conrad’s attention was fixed.

Cautiously, he tip-toed over to the whipped cream can and leaned forward, spraying a steady stream down the crack of Marcus’ ass. In the middle he sprayed a little extra as something to really dig in to. Leaning down, Conrad dropped his jaw, releasing his tongue down to rest on his chin. Very carefully, he inserted his tongue in the lowest part of the crevice, then began his ascent, collecting the sugary treat in his mouth as he went. The sweetness of the foamy dessert was a lot to take in after only just waking up, but the taste of Marcus’ skin was evening it out delightfully. 

When he got to the middle Conrad’s lips parted wide and he took all of the whipped cream he’d left there into his mouth, then he closed them and downed it. Quickly, he lapped up the last of the remaining whipped cream before pushing the lower half of his face down into the flesh of Marcus’ butt. His mouth opened and his tongue and his tongue emerged from his mouth, flicking very back and forth across the tight skin of Marcus’ hole. His eyes bobbed up to Marcus’ face, which even in his sleep was tensed up in pleasure. Very gently, Conrad placed his hands on each side of Marcus’ ass, spreading the cheeks in order to make a more a easily accessible meal for his tongue.

As always, Conrad was captured. Marcus’ ass was delicious. He licked at Marcus’ entrance hungrily, rubbing the small buds on his mouth all over the soft, puckered, skin in the middle.  When he wasn’t grinding the surface of his tongue as hard as he could against Marcus’ asshole, he flicked his tongue across it in different shapes and patterns. 

“Fuck,” Marcus sighed.

Conrad looked back up to Marcus, who began to crawl his legs up the bed, raising his ass. Conrad kept his lips connected to Marcus’s butt, following it up the bed. The side of Marcus’ face was pressed into the pillow, and his arms were folded together underneath it, hugging it to him. He was looking up at Conrad, awake now. Conrad’s tongue caressed his asshole rapidly, in quick strokes, and then slowly. He began alternating between the two; slow, long, licks and fast, quick, ones. Marcus clenched his teeth around the pillowcase by his mouth, groaning softly.Finally, Conrad departed from the backside he was so invested in, but only to pull apart Marcus’ butt cheeks for a nice look at it. “Look at that beautiful ass.” Conrad breathed.

He pulled away one of his hands and brought it down hard on Marcus’ butt, causing a quaking and ripple across the flesh. Marcus’ eyes rolled at the aggressive touch, and a loud moan escaped his lips. Conrad again spread apart Marcus’ ass before diving in again, eager for more of his meal. His tongue dug around hungrily at Marcus’ ass, reveling in the delectable taste. Marcus became unable to contain his breath, and a stream of moans escaped his lips as Conrad rimmed him deeply and ravenously. 

“Fucking eat my ass— mmmm— yea. . .”

At the sound of Marcus’ moans, Conrad’s appetite tore through him, and he hooked his arms under Marcus’ legs. Sitting up straight, he aggressively lifted Marcus’ lower half up to him. His tongue pushed and pulled roughly against Marcus’ asshole, and his lips dragged around his tongue, adding a tender tickle to the overpowering sensation of ecstasy that Conrad’s aggressive rimming was sending through Marcus’s pelvis. As an ultimate action, he dragged the surface of his tongue up sloppily kissed the middle of Marcus’ spread ass, stroking inward with his lips and suctioning softly with his breath, leaving off with a small but in depth lick with the tip of his tongue. Then he dropped Marcus’ legs back on the bed.

Marcus sat upright on his knees, breathing relatively heavily. “Conrad—“

“Fuck me,” Conrad interrupted. “Fuck me hard.”

Marcus looked at him silently and excitedly, biting his lip. He sprang forward and pulled Conrad into his arms. Their faces crushed together passionately, and their tongues explored each other’s mouths intensively. Marcus flipped Conrad over and pushed him down onto the bed. Conrad caught himself on his forearms and raised his behind into the air, looking back at Marcus, who was stroking his sausage. He’d been hard since before he woke up.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I’m clean, just—“

Marcus spit in his hand quickly and lubed up his cock, then Conrad’s ass, which was still raised in the air like an offering to a higher power. Marcus slid the tip over Conrad’s ass and teased it up and down his threshold, before finally plunging in all the way. Conrad’s body shifted forward with all the weight, and his fingers hooked around the sheets. His body tensed up and his throat exploded into verbal relief. Conrad could feel the heat leave his mouth as he let out a long, loud, grunt. Marcus slowly pulled back his hips, extracting most of his hard-on on from Conrad, then slowly pushed back in. Conrad sighed with each time he did it, adjusting after Marcus’ rushed entrance.

Very gradually, Marcus picked up the pace, pushing himself deep into Conrad’s ass at quicker speeds. Conrad arched his back as numerous arrows of pleasure shot through his abs and thighs. In response, Marcus pulled Conrad’s torso up towards his with one hand on Conrad’s waist and the other under his jaw. For support, Conrad kept one hand down on the bed, but he reached around and put his hand on Marcus’ butt with his other. It flexed with every thrust that Marcus made into the muscular stud he was plowing.

Conrad was having trouble keeping quiet. His lungs were hard at work, pounding like the handsome hairy man who was thrusting deep into his behind. His breath was puffing out of his lips too quickly, making him lightheaded. He had no way to relieve the intensity that the compressed pleasure was causing in his body besides breathing. He gasped and sighed until finally he gave up and started groaning loudly. He put most of his energy into the sound coming of his mouth, and the last little portion to keep himself up and push against Marcus’ force. It was hard to do with Marcus fucking him so hard. His legs were getting weak.

Wave after wave of euphoria pulsed through Conrad. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his torso. It dripped off Marcus’ brow onto Conrad’s slick back. His hips kept pumping, and he leaned forward to press his chest to Conrad’s back muscles. As rounds of pleasure swept through Conrad’s body, a tingling feeling was building up his legs and gathering in his pelvis. 

“I’m gonna cum—“ he choked out.

“Cum inside me.” Conrad groaned.

Marcus kept fucking as hard as he could, and was speeding up to cause himself as much pleasure as possible. His armed were tightened around the front of Conrad’s torso to keep himself steady. Once he climaxed, all the pleasure that had stacked itself inside him burst through his cock strand after strand into Conrad’s butt. His thrusts were deep and slow now, his sweaty ass flexing to the point of almost cramping. Conrad, who could feel the sticky heat inside of him, began to gasp in breath as Marcus slowed his pace. Marcus cursed at top volume, swinging his head back and forth, and thrusting deeply into Conrad. His grip was still almost crushingly tight against Conrad, and he was dripping sweat against Conrad.

“Oh, fuck,” Conrad breathed. As if reading Conrad’s mind, Marcus lowered one of his hands to Conrad’s meat and started jerking it off. “No,” Conrad sighed weakly. “Slower. I’m really close and— ohh fuck. . .”

 Conrad’s dick began to pour out thick white cum. Marcus limply dropped back onto his back, using the last of his energy to pull Conrad with him. Laying back on Marcus pushed Marcus’ cock a little further into Conrad, causing a little extra pleasure. He was still shooting ropes of cum, and they all landed on top of him and Marcus, who pulled himself out of Conrad and ducked his head under Conrad’s armpit to watch his completion.

“Damn. . .” Marcus gasped. “What a way to wake up.”

Conrad turned to him and lifted his hand behind Marcus’ head to the back of it. He pushed their faces together, and they passionately kissed for a moment.

“Your ass tastes amazing.” Conrad breathed.

“My ass needs a shower,” Marcus confirmed with himself. “Save water if you do it with me.” He rubbed the inside of Conrad’s thigh, his fingers touching his junk.

“Yeah okay,” Conrad said, turning and sliding off Marcus.

He got up from the bed and started heading into the bathroom, Marcus following behind, stating loudly, “You’ve got a really nice ass, you know that?”

- - -

“You know, I think you and Conrad would really get along if you hung out more,” Marcus pointed out.

Him, Conrad, and Oliver were all in Marcus and Olivers’ apartment on the couch. Conrad and Oliver were both sitting next to each other and Marcus was laying across them, his head in Conrad’s lap. Oliver and Conrad looked at each other, and Marcus watched them.

“What?” He asked, recognizing that he was obviously left out of whatever Conrad and Oliver were looking at each other for.

Oliver patted Marcus legs and looked down at him. “Oh, I actually invited Conrad on a run with me. He and I used to be on track together in high school.”

Marcus narrowed his eyes. “What? Really?”

“Yeah, but I was a long distance runner and he was a sprinter,” Conrad explained. He pursed his lips. “We didn’t really talk much in high school.”

“So you guys are going running?”

Conrad glanced at Oliver, who nodded his head just barely enough to be noticeable. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

Satisfied, Marcus smiled and wiggled into the couch and his companion’s laps comfortably and turned his attention to the television. Conrad turned his head to Oliver, who shrugged apologetically with a panicked look wearing off his face. Then Oliver paused and shook his head, giving Conrad a look that said Maybe we could actually go running. Conrad shook his head. Oliver nodded enthusiastically in an effort to persuade Conrad into saying yes. A long pause passed before Conrad rolled his eyes and mouthed back Okay.

“Hey, by the way, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Oliver said, “Both of you,” Simultaneously, Conrad and Marcus turned their necks towards Oliver. “I can obviously tell that you guys like to be. . . intimate.”

Marcus reached up Conrad’s shirt and rubbed his fingers on Conrad’s abs.

“But I think we need to set down a few ground rules. Obviously I can’t tell you what to do in Conrad’s apartment, but since Marcus and I—and I guess you too, Conrad—are sharing this one, there’s gotta be some rules. You guys are really great. You really are, but you have to stop having sex so damn loudly. I don’t know if it’s just one of your or both together, but Jesus fucking Christ it’s distracting.”

“Distracting, hm? Distracting?” Marcus repeated, lifting his foot over to Oliver’s crotch and pushing it a little bit.

“Yeah— “ Oliver giggled a bit, pushing Marcus’ foot away. ”—distracting. I don’t understand how you can be so loud.” 

Conrad rolled his eyes. “What, are you quiet when you and Adrian do it?”

Marcus shook his head. “They haven’t had sex yet.”

Immediately, Conrad’s back shot off the cushions of the couch. “What?”

Oliver’s face turned red. He swallowed an empty mouthful and put his hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t know about my relationship with Adrian. If you haven’t noticed, he’s not the most attentive person. Stop making that face!”

Conrad’s eyebrows were the highest they could go and his jaw had dropped. “How long have you guys been together?”

“Like, four months.”

“Oliver, you haven’t had sex in four months?” Conrad inquired.

“But he was pretty loud before then. A real moaner. At least when he bottomed.” Marcus informed Conrad.

“Marcus, I will punch you in the balls.” Oliver threatened.

“I guess I noticed he was a off, but Oliver. Four months?”

“They still blow each other and stuff. Handjobs, too.” Marcus said.

“Marcus.” Oliver groaned.

Conrad shook his head, leaning back against the backrest again in thought.

- - - 

There were dark clouds overhead, which any normal person would’ve probably taken as a sign to stay in, but Conrad and Oliver both agreed that rainy days were the most entertaining days to run on. Conrad was looking up at the sky through his windshield, and Oliver was looking out of the passenger window. It had only begun to sprinkle, but the drops were so tiny it was like thick mist being pulled down by gravity’s clutches. They were headed for a trail higher up the mountain they were running. When Conrad pulled up to the trailhead, the two sat quietly.

“Four months.” Conrad finally said.

Oliver scoffed. “Sex isn’t the basic appeal to every single person, you know?”

“Then why are you with him? If not for his body, then why? His brain is actual mush. Oliver, you could do so much better.”

“Let’s just— “ Oliver sighed, then pushed open the car door and got out.

Conrad watched him get out, and followed suit, sighing exhaustedly. “Listen— “

Already up at the trailhead, Oliver interrupted him. “So where does this lead to?”

“Let’s go find out.” Conrad said, shrugging.

He jogged past Oliver, starting up the trail. Oliver’s neck snapped to the side as he strode past quickly, and stood still, watching Conrad’s form make its way farther from him. Then he pivoted around on his feet and started into motion, running after Conrad. Conrad’s torso was clad in a tight long-sleeve shirt and the shorts he was wearing hardly reached a quarter way down his thigh. Oliver himself was in tights and a tank top that clung to his body tightly. It wasn’t very long until he’d caught up to the leader and paced himself comfortably behind him. The trail wasn’t very wide, and two people side by side would’ve been a difficult fit.

As they ran up the dirt path, it began to rain. Due to the trail, there was a space between the trails, and consequentially the canopy. Because of it, Conrad and Oliver’s clothes began to get damp. Not long after it had started, Conrad stripped off his shirt and tucked it into the back of his shorts. Undressing let out a fume that brought Oliver back to his senior year; Conrad had a specific scent. It was sweet and strong, like an off cologne. As long as Oliver had been acquainted with Conrad he’d known him to smell this way. It was comforting.

After a bit, Oliver did the same with his shirt, tucking it into the back waistband of his tights. It had really started to come down at this point, but the boys’ bodies were moving so quickly that their insides stayed warm. The only tell that they might’ve been slightly cold was the haziness that puffed out of their mouths as they exhaled. Both of their hair was soaked in water, and  curled off the sides of their foreheads, bouncing slightly from the turbulence of their rapid steps.

Conrad eventually pulled off into a small turnout that normally gave off a view of the entire time, but by now the fog had rolled in and it was painted white with the silhouettes of different buildings taking up the front of the scenery. He put his hands on his knees and looked down at the ground, catching his breath, while Oliver leaned against a tree. He was breathing heavily too, but he seemed to be really invested in the scenery. Their breath in the cold was very visible, and appeared and faded that fell into a rhythm. Finally, Conrad stood up straight and pushed his hair out of his eyes. His gaze settled on the white of the fog over the town, then turned his vision to Oliver, who was on his was only feet from Conrad and closing in fast.

Taking him by totally surprise, Oliver pushed his body against Conrad’s and locked their lips together. Although he hadn’t been anticipating any sort of contact with his running partner, Conrad’s hands flew up and caught Oliver’s cheeks. Oliver’s hands rested at Conrad’s waist and the back of Conrad’s neck. The impact of Oliver’s body forced Conrad a few steps back, but Oliver went with him completely in sync. They kept moving until Conrad’s back pushed against the wet bark of a tree. Their beautiful wet bodies were pressed gently together and their jaws dropped and raised with each kiss that they bestowed upon each other, twisting their faces into different angles. One of Conrad’s biceps curled around Oliver’s neck and his forearm drew his hand up the back of Oliver’s head, entangling his fingers in his hair at the top, then sliding it down to Oliver’s chest.

Between the two of them there was a feeling of blossoming and bursting and joy. With his hand on Oliver’s heart, Conrad could feel the intense beating. Inside his chest he felt his heart beating equally as fast, and could only imagine that Oliver’s heart felt like it was skipped beats like his was. Everything in the moment felt right; Oliver and him were perfect where they were.

Pressing his forehead against Conrad’s, Oliver pulled his lips away from Conrad’s and opened his eyes. At the feeling of their lips parting, Conrad’s eyes fluttered open as well. Oliver just stared into his face for a long time, rubbing his nose up and down against Conrad’s. Conrad and him were breathing softly now, as if they’d given each other breath during their kiss. Oliver rubbed his hand up and down Conrad’s chest, then clenched his shut. Conrad pulled Oliver in close and hugged him, shutting his eyes as well.

Without a word, Conrad and Oliver both headed back down the trail. When they both got into Conrad’s car, they were soaked. They spent a minute listening to the rain on the roof, smiling to themselves, before taking off to Conrad’s place. Once inside and barefoot, Oliver stripped off his leggings, which were thick with water. Conrad dropped his shorts, leaving them both naked. For a minute or two they just observed each other’s bodies. Every muscle and groove in each other’s forms. Conrad opened his hand to Oliver, who took it hardly firmly at all, and led him to the bedroom.

Very carefully, Oliver draped himself down onto the bed and Conrad did the same, layering on top of him. Conrad put his hands on Oliver’s cheek and down on the bed for support, leaning in to kiss Oliver. Oliver’s hands crossed over each other behind Conrad’s neck, resting themselves there as the faces embraced by the lips. Their bodies weren’t pressed together in the slightest; both of them rather existed beside one another as closely as two people could physically be, but neither one of them was forcing into each other.  Their flesh was softened from their wet clothes soaking into it, but on the insides warm from the blood flushing through their bodies. 

Oliver’s legs spread themselves apart, allowing his privates to fall down the middle above the crease of his glutes. Conrad’s hand wandered to Oliver’s lower and upper back, and lifted him up. He was sitting on his knees with his heels digging into under his butt now, and was pulling Oliver right onto his lap. Their lips held together, kneading at each other hardly, but arranging and rearranging around each other, too. Oliver wrapped his biceps under Conrad’s arm and around his neck, pushing his fingers through Conrad’s hair and setting his other hand on Conrad’s back muscles.

They broke they kiss briefly for Conrad to drop a small bit of saliva into his palm, which he reached down and used as lubricant on his hardened manhood. He only spit once more into his hand to rub across his fingers and around the threshold into Oliver’s ass. For a few seconds he slipped his fingers in, before extracting them and angling his eight inches up against Oliver’s entrance. He penetrated slowly, dropping Oliver inch by inch down the pleasure-tool. Oliver leaned his forehead against Conrad’s, dropping his jaw and gasping silently. Conrad’s gaze watched his face relax in pleasure, fascinated and intense, his mouth open only slightly. Oliver's face blushed slightly with heat.

Conrad’s body leaned back down, pushing Oliver’s back against the headboard. Oliver’s legs stayed draped open, and Conrad remained inside his paramour. Moving a little bit made Oliver half gasp and half moan. Very cautiously, Conrad began to thrust inward, flexing his butt as he went. Oliver drew a breath as Conrad went, and made a small squeal when he’d gone in as far as he could go. Conrad reached up with his right arm and grasped the edge of the headboard, then began to pull out equally as slowly. Oliver brought Conrad’s face in and kissed him tenderly. When Conrad went back in, he broke it to release another gasp.

Eyes open, Conrad watched Oliver’s expression as he bucked his hips to and fro. His free hand reached up and enclosed Oliver’s cheek. They held eye contact as Conrad fucked him slowly and sweetly, and Oliver moaned softly along with him. In the feel of the moment, everything was content and calm, and so that’s the pace Conrad thrusted himself in and out of Oliver too. Besides, going slowly felt like his cock was being teased with slow strokes.

Carefully, Conrad reached down and grasped Oliver’s ass. He pulled him up and held his back against the wall, then turning quickly and falling onto the duvet together. Conrad almost slipped out of Oliver, but saved himself when Oliver’s back hit the fabric. His paced picked up only slightly, to a little bit under a normal speed. His hips jerked back and forth in a beat very similar to Oliver’s breathing. Oliver’s abs squirmed with each thrust that Conrad laid into him. Each wave of pleasure from Conrad’s pulsating cock was causing tingling in his muscles. He didn’t know if it was soreness or dopamine, but it was making him feel exceptional.

As for Conrad, he started to feel the familiar tingle behind inside his pelvis that was growing toward his balls and cock. Oliver’s body suddenly tensed up, and he flew up against Conrad’s body. He wrapped his arms around Conrad, grabbing his ass and the back of his hair. His neck fell backward and Conrad kissed the bottom of his jaw bittersweetly, and then paused, opening his lips against it. A shiver ran up his back and pleasure shot through his legs and collected into his pelvis, shooting through his cock in the form of cum. He began to moan. Oliver’s waist flexed back and forth, riding Conrad’s rod and causing more of the shocking pleasing feeling into his muscles. He breathed heavily, each breath sharpening into a soft groan as his body was brought to orgasm. The heat of Conrad’s cum inside of him made it all the more worthwhile, and an intense pleasure ran through his own dick. It quickly shot out semen between them, onto Conrad’s abs and even as high as his left nipple. 

Exhaustedly, the two fell towards the head of the bed. Conrad pulled out of Oliver and swept his hand up Oliver’s ass crack, collecting the jizz that was dribbling out. Oliver reached out and took Conrad’s hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth, and licking off all the semen he’d taken. Then he proceeded to drag his fingers around the ex-quarterback’s torso, taking up all the semen he could. Conrad watched him and took his hand, repeating what he’d done. The taste was sweeter than what he was used to. Normally there was a stronger salty taste, but Oliver’s cum was sweeter than salty. He quietly slurped it all off Oliver’s fingers again and again as Oliver collected more and more off his body. When there was none left, Conrad had a small dribble of Oliver’s semen running a little bit off his beard and almost into his facial hair. The tip of Oliver’s tongue caught it before they kissed again.

Oliver laid at Conrad’s side, entwining their legs together as well. Conrad reached his arm around Oliver’s shoulders and pulled him close, looking down at his face. Oliver looked up at him and smiled. They kissed again briefly, then looked at each other, then kissed again, then looked at each other. Oliver’s other hand reached up and caught the bottom of Conrad’s cheek and jaw, holding it still, and Conrad reached over and put his hand on the side of Oliver’s face.

“I missed you.” Conrad whispered.

“I missed you, too,” Oliver whispered back. He shut his eyes and laid his head on Conrad’s chest. “Conrad, I still love you.”

Conrad breathed quietly, gazing across the room and pondering over what Oliver said. “I love you, too.”

“Are you my boyfriend now?”

He thought for a long time before sliding his hand up and down Oliver’s bicep. “Secret boyfriend.”

Oliver smiled and murmured, “Secret boyfriend.”

- - -

When he woke up, the first thing in Conrad's blurred vision was light. It was streaming in from the large window that took up a large portion of his wall down onto the silvery sheets, which gave off a barely noticeable glow. His gaze fixed down at the foot of the bed, where amongst the folds of the pearly sheets was a tan shape. Tracing the perimeter of the shape, his eyes made the connection from the shape into a form, which he followed up the bed’s length. It was a foot, and his line of vision was skimming up the leg to the beautiful, round, butt it was attached to. From there he glanced up the muscular back up to the thin mess of hair covering the owner’s armpit, where a smooth, bulbous, bicep emerged from and a forearm beyond it. That’s when his gaze led up to the face of the figure. Thin lips with messy, wavy, dark hair that hung off his forehead. It was Oliver, and he was smiling in his sleep. He looked beautiful.