Hunter wiped the sweat off his brow as he rounded the curve that led to the last 100 meters of the track. It was early evening, and although the sun had disappeared below the bleachers of the football field, its heat remained, sticky and suffocating. The rhythmic slap of his feet against the track calmed his mind, even as his eyes wandered to the small squad of football players unlucky enough to be conditioning during the hottest part of the day. He nodded at one of the guys who caught his gaze and picked up the pace, moving into a full sprint for the last stretch. His body opened up, arms and legs pumping furiously, muscles rippling under the exhaustion the last three miles had incurred. It was here that Hunter felt the most powerful, felt the most alive, knowing that he was working to the best of his ability, his body a glistening, well-oiled machine. He loved being able to compete at this level, loved that all of the efforts he had put into his body since he was fourteen was paying off, and was thrilled that others noticed it, noticed him.
He let out a guttural scream as he expended his last bit of energy over the finish line, lengthening his strides as he eventually stopped. Breaths came deep and heavy, and he placed his arms on his head to get more air. In the process his crop top, which in the best of circumstances barely hit the bottom of his pecs, rode up past his nipples, barely functioning as a piece of clothing. It’s lack of coverage instead highlighting all that was exposed. He’d taken to wearing less clothing partly because of the heat, and mostly because he liked showing off, displaying his toned stomach and firm thighs (he was a big advocate of short shorts, specifically with a 3-inch inseam) got him looks from most women and not an inconsiderate number of men. Even now, as he lowered his hands, he caught the gaze of the football player from before. He was much taller than Hunter, 6’ 5'' at least, his dark skin shining with the sweat from his workout, droplets running down his chin. He gazed at Hunter with that look of vacant hunger he knew all too well. Hunter raised his eyebrows and picked up his phone from where it lay on the grass, wasting no time in pulling up Grindr. There was one blank profile less than 300 feet away, all of the stats matched, tall, black, athletic, and looking for fun. He looked back up and saw that the football player had made his way over to the bench and was looking at his phone. Hunter tried to stifle the growing bulge in his crotch as he sent a tap to the profile, seconds later the tap was reciprocated. Hunter looked back to the football player and smiled, though the other man did not return the gesture. Hunter quickly typed out a greeting.
“How much longer is practice?”
Typing from the guy, then “We’re done in ten. Can you host?”
“Yeah, want to do it sweaty?” Hunter cringed as he hit send, hoping the request wouldn’t turn him off. He looked up and saw the guy looking him up and down, lingering on the visible bulge at his crotch (short inseams meant his package was always a little bit visible) and moving upwards over his freckled torso. He went to type, a moment later the Grindr notification rang out across the field and Hunter scrambled to switch his phone to silent before looking at the message.
“I’m dripping wet, Is that cool?”
“Me too, doing laundry tomorrow anyway.”
The guy sent a thumbs up back and Hunter gave him his address, watching the guy adjust his football tights as he stood and rejoined his teammates. Once he saw that his attention had moved on Hunter gathered his keys and water bottle and began walking home.
He decided to climb up the stairs to his dorm, both to keep his sweat going and also to give the football player more time. They’d stuck him on the sixth floor and he was breathing hard when he reached the top. He slipped into the hallway and made a beeline for his door toward the end of the row, when he was almost there he heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open. Hunter threw a glance over his shoulder and found the football player stepping out, confidently striding towards him, his gray shirt completely soaked through. Hunter slowed his pace and waited for him at his door.
“I thought you needed ten minutes,” Hunter said, not accusatory.
“It was an optional practice, nobody was gonna care if I left early.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.” Hunter unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I’m Hunter.”
“Christian.” He said, stepping in. “What do you prefer?”
“Bottom all the way baby.”
“Should’ve guessed, you aren’t doing the cross-country stereotypes any favors.” Christian took off his shirt, revealing a slim, toned chest with a prominent v-line that immediately caught Hunter’s attention.
“Wrestling, actually.”
Christian laughed, “Shit really?”
“That’s why I like my men sweaty, don’t you know?” Hunter smirked as he dropped to his knees, face resting in front of Christian’s bulge. “First time?”
“I know what I’m doing,” Christian replied, yanking his shorts down and revealing a girthy seven-inch cock just as sweaty as the rest of him.
Hunter didn’t need an invitation, he wrapped his hand along the base of Christian’s cock and began stroking, feeling the warmth expand. He put his mouth to the tip, gently enveloping the head and eliciting a low moan from Christian. He kept a steady rhythm, slowly inching his lips along the length of him, having less and less of his hand doing the work until they dropped to his sides. Hunter was bobbing tip to shaft on the football player, who continued to moan with the quiet desperation of a person being assaulted with more pleasure than they know what to do with. He was a heavy precummer, and the taste of it mixed with the sweat from practice made Hunter feel dirty in a way that drove him wild, he increased the tempo, keeping his tongue pressed against the shaft, fondling Christian’s balls with his hand, burying his face in his immaculate crotch. Everything he did was in service of the feeling, he was enslaved to his desires.
Christian put his hand on the top of Hunter’s head, gently at first, but then increased the pressure until he was determining how fast and how deep Hunter was going. He was almost being faced fucked, the shaft slamming down his throat with a ferocious speed. Soon his face was covered in precum and spit, a slimy, slutty mess, and Christian gave no intention of being close to finishing. Hunter’s head was empty save for the physical sensations that assaulted him. The sounds of Christian's low grunts, the glide of his shaft over his lips, and the salty sweet taste of his fluids dripping down his throat. He thought the pleasure would go on forever until Christian abruptly pulled his cock out and stepped away. Hunter breathed heavily as he looked up, waiting for the next move.
“How's your hole?” Christian asked.
Hunter popped up and began walking to the bed. “Loose enough to start.” Then, with a wink “I’m sure you’ll be able to work on it.”
Christian followed Hunter to the bed who climbed on top and spread himself out on all fours, making sure to give Christian a clear view of his hole. Christian swore under his breath then reached around and took Hunter's face in his hands, wiping off the fluids from the blow job and applying them to his waiting hole. Hunter let out a low moan of pleasure as Christian’s fingers caressed his opening, gently probing to get a feel for his body. One finger in, slowly sliding in and out. Hunter had to resist the urge to back his ass up, so eager was he to get completely pounded. But he knew the value of letting the pleasure (and the anticipation) build.
Christian dropped down and sniffed Hunter’s hole. It reeked of sweat and exertion and hormones, he didn’t waste any time digging in. Hunter’s moans went up an octave as Christian placed his wet lips to his ass, feeling up every inch of the area and making liberal use of his tongue to push against the opening. He wrapped his hands around Hunter’s hips and began pushing backward, Hunter obliged and began taking up the movements on his own, shaking it like an exotic dancer.
“Fuck man, I can’t take it anymore.” Christian stood and maneuvered the tip of his cock to Hunter's hole, resting just against the entrance, tempting him, but not giving him what he truly wanted.
“You gotta fuck me, man, I need it.”
“Damn, you’re a grade-A slut, huh?”
“Shut up and pound me.”
Christian needed no convincing. With one thrust his cock had entered Hunter’s hole, he grabbed the sheets in ecstasy as he felt himself filling up. Christian worked it in slowly, pushing in, then pulling out, letting Hunter get used to his girth, guiding him through his pleasure. For his part Hunter was a good sport, he had gotten used to being used by Adam and now almost always deferred to what the top wanted, even if the lack of animal passion was sending him closer to the edge. Finally, Christian let Hunter feel the full length of his cock, let his prostate get properly stimulated, Fuck, this was heaven. As with every time Adam had fucked him Hunter knew this is what he was meant for.
“Good boy, now let me see your face.” Christian grabbed Hunter’s hips and, still keeping his girth inside him, flipped him onto his back so the two could face each other. Christian caressed Hunter, running his fingers through his short red hair. Hunter was surprised at this act of tenderness but did not run from it. He warped his legs around Christian's hips and threaded his hands behind his neck, gently feeling his cornrows as his legs pushed him further inside.
“Fuck, baby.” Christian moaned, he fell into Hunter, their foreheads touching, both gazing deep into the face of the other, they were on the same page, ready to take what they wanted. Christian picked up the pace, fucking him with short, intense strokes that left Hunter weak as the pleasure from his prostate clouded his thinking. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was dimly aware of Christian's lips against his own, he focused back and returned the kiss, hungry and wanting. Christian picked up the pace now, Hunter could feel his cock tense, he was getting close, and Hunter wanted his seed.
“Cum in me,” Hunter breathed between kisses. Christian nodded then stuck his tongue down Hunter's throat pushing his dick in as far as he could each time. The bed was soaked, and both of them were covered in sweat spit, and precum, everything was perfect. Christian pressed his chest to Hunters, they now had full body contact, there was nothing more intimate than this as they each moaned into each other. Hunter at feeling the biggest dick he’d ever taken wreck his hole, and Christian at feeling Hunter’s tight pussy open around him.
Christian let out a final, animal growl of pleasure as his climax arrived. He braced himself, wrapping his arms around Hunter and burying his head in his shoulders, as his cock unloaded shot after shot of cum into Hunter's hole. Hunter smiled as he felt the warmth open up inside him, he loved getting seeded, it felt natural to be carrying another man's load. He tensed his legs, forcing Christian’s length (and his loads) further into him until the football player collapsed on top of Hunter, still inside him.
“Do you want to cum?” Christian asked, “I can stay hard for a little longer.”
Hunter ran his hands along Christian’s back “I’m fine, just lie here.”
And so they did, Christian’s cock growing soft inside Hunter’s hole until it slipped out and the two stayed tangled in the bed, reeking of sweat, sex, and pleasure but loving it. They stayed that way for a while, a few minutes later Hunter felt the load dripping out of him and, in a moment of abandon, had Christian gather the semen and feed it to Hunter. He sucked on Christian’s fingers as they both grew hard again, the football player effortlessly sliding into the wrestler for a second, softer fuck complete with low moans and lots of tongue before Christian climaxed again and promptly passed out.
The sun was setting when Christian finally climbed out of bed to leave. Hunter watched him dress, reveled in seeing the tight athletic shirt strain against his arms and chest, loved how he looked to see Hunter, still naked and hard on the bed, and smiled. They wished each other goodnight and knew that they would probably never see each other again.
