The Star Quarterback (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

I realized it was 2:07 am when I pushed open the side door of the athletic center with my shoulder. The whole building smelled like chlorine and old rubber mats and that faint metallic tang of sweat that never quite left the walls. My dorm showers had been out of service for three days straight after some pipe burst so I had started sneaking in here after midnight. The night security guy knew me by now or at least pretended not to care as long as I did not turn on every light. I liked it this way. Quiet. Empty. Just the hum of the ventilation and the distant buzz of the vending machines down the hall.

I had my towel slung over one shoulder and a small bottle of body wash in my hoodie pocket. My film theory notes were still open on my phone from earlier but I had given up studying an hour ago. My brain was fried. All I wanted was hot water pounding on my back until my shoulders stopped aching from hunching over the laptop all evening. I kicked off my sneakers in the locker room and peeled away my clothes without bothering to fold anything. The tile floor was cold under my bare feet. I grabbed my towel and walked straight into the shower area.

The moment I stepped through the archway I heard it. Water running hard. Footsteps splashing slowly back and forth like someone was pacing under the spray. I paused for a second listening. No voices. No other showers going. Just that steady rhythm of wet feet moving and the heavy fall of water against tile. I did not see anyone though. The athletic center showers were laid out in a long open bay with shower heads spaced along one wall and a low partition at the far end that sometimes blocked the view if the steam was thick enough. Whoever it was must have been tucked around that corner. I shrugged it off. Late night athletes happened sometimes. I would just take a head at the opposite side and mind my own business.

I hung my towel on the nearest hook and turned on the shower two heads down from the entrance. The water blasted out icy at first then quickly warmed until it was almost too hot. I stepped under it and let the stream hit my chest and run down my stomach. My eyes closed. The heat sank into my muscles and for the first minute I just stood there breathing. The other water kept running. Those footsteps kept moving. Slow. Deliberate. Like the guy was not in a hurry to leave.

I reached for the body wash and started lathering my arms. That was when I heard the low sound. A soft grunt followed by a shaky exhale. My hands stilled on my skin. I tilted my head trying to see past the steam but the partition still hid everything. Another sound came. A wet rhythmic noise that definitely was not just water hitting tile. My pulse kicked up a notch. I knew that sound. I had made it myself plenty of times in the middle of the night when the dorm was dead quiet.

Curiosity won. I rinsed the soap off my hands and took one quiet step toward the partition then another. The water from my own shower still poured behind me but I moved carefully so my feet did not slap too loud. When I cleared the edge of the partition, I stopped cold.

Tyler Brooks stood under the last shower head completely naked. Water streamed down every ridge of his beautiful body. His back was to me at first, but he had turned slightly sideways and there was no mistaking what he was doing. One thick hand was wrapped around his cock stroking it slow and steady. He was half hard already, the head flushed dark and shiny. In his other hand he held his phone angled just out of the direct spray. The screen glowed with a video playing low. I caught a glimpse of two naked bodies on it; bodies moving fast and hungry. Tyler was watching porn like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. Those wet footsteps I had heard earlier were him shifting his weight while he worked himself open mouthed and lost in it.

I must have made some small noise because his head snapped around. His eyes locked on mine. Wide. Shocked. The color drained from his face for half a second then flooded back in deep red. His hand froze mid stroke still gripping himself. The phone nearly slipped but he caught it against his thigh.

For a long moment neither of us moved. Water pounded down on both of us now because I had stepped fully into view.

Tyler Brooks. Star quarterback. The guy whose face was on half the posters around campus. The same guy who had borrowed my Bio notes three weeks ago in the library… barely looked me in the eye and mumbled thanks before walking off with his girlfriend on his arm. He was six foot and built of pure muscle. And right now he was standing there naked…with his cock still thick in his fist staring at me like I had caught him committing murder.

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Then he rasped out the first words.

“Yo, bro…You gay right?”

The question hit me so blunt I almost laughed. I stood there water running down my face and answered without thinking.

“Yeah. Why?”

Tyler swallowed hard. His hand had not left his cock. It twitched visibly in his grip like it had its own opinion about the situation. He glanced down at himself then back at me. His voice came out rough and low barely above the sound of the showers.

“Can you suck me off? I am really fucking horny.”

I blinked. My brain short circuited for a second. This was Tyler Brooks. Untouchable campus god. The one who high fived teammates in the quad and kissed his cheerleader girlfriend in front of everyone like it was a victory lap. And he was asking me that with his dick still half hard and leaking under the spray.

I found my voice.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He let out a short broken laugh that sounded more like a groan. His shoulders sagged a little under the water.

“She is out of town. Has been for a week. I have been losing my mind man. I cannot even focus at practice. I came in here thinking the place was empty and I just. Fuck. I need it so bad right now.”

His eyes flicked to my mouth then back up. He looked desperate. Not in control at all. The phone screen had gone dark in his hand. He took one step closer. Then another. The space between us shrank until the water from both showers mixed and ran down our bodies in the same streams. Steam curled around us thick and hot.

He muttered it then like he had to get it out before he lost his nerve.

“Fuck. Please man. Suck me off.”

I could have walked away. I could have laughed it off and left him standing there embarrassed, desperate and aching. But the way he was looking at me, begging me to suck his cock, it was hot as fuck. The way his cock was still hard and flushed and pointing right at me. The way his chest kept heaving like he was one breath away from begging. Something in me flipped. I was not the quiet film major who lent notes and faded into the background right now. I was the guy he needed.

I stepped all the way under his shower head so our bodies were only inches apart. Water cascaded over both of us. I looked him dead in the eye and kept my voice steady.

“Fuck it, sure”

His breath hitched. His hand finally dropped away from his cock leaving it standing heavy and untouched between us. It bobbed once like it was relieved to be free. I let my gaze drag down his body slow and deliberate. Every cut line of muscle. The trail of dark hair leading lower. The way his thighs flexed like he was fighting the urge to move.

I sank to my knees right there on the wet floor.

The water sprayed across my shoulders and back. Tyler stared down at me, eyes huge. His mouth fell open but no words came out. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. It was hot and thick and jumped at my touch. A low sound tore out of his throat. Something between a moan and a curse.“Fuck, yeah bro”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue along the underside from base to tip tasting the clean water and the salt of him. His knees buckled for a second. One hand shot out and gripped the shower head above us so hard the metal creaked. The other hand hovered near my head like he wanted to touch but did not dare yet.

I took the head into my mouth slow and warm and sealed my lips around it. Tyler groaned loud and raw. The sound echoed off the tiles. His hips jerked forward just a little before he caught himself.

“Holy shit Brian.” He whispered my name like he had only just remembered it from that day in Bio. His voice cracked. “I am so fucking horny. Been like this for days.”

I took his cock deeper. The water made everything wetter and smoother. I worked him with my tongue and my hand twisting gently at the base. His thighs started to tremble. He bit down hard on his own forearm to muffle the next moan but it still came out broken and desperate.

“That’s it dude. Fuck. Your mouth feels…”. He could not even finish the sentence. His free hand finally landed on the back of my head, gentle at first then tighter as I sucked harder.

I pulled off just long enough to look up at him, water streaming down my face.

“You can fuck my mouth if you want” I said it calm and clear. His eyes rolled back for a second. He nodded fast like he was afraid I would change my mind. I took him back in and relaxed my throat. Tyler thrust shallow at first testing, then deeper when I did not pull away. The shower kept pounding down on us. His moans grew louder and more broken. Every filthy confession spilled out between gasps.

“I have never done this with a guy. Never thought I would. But god you are so good at it. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop man.”

I hummed around him and felt his cock pulse hard on my tongue. His hand tightened in my hair. His hips started moving faster. The tile was hard under my knees but I did not care. All I cared about was the way Tyler Brooks; the golden boy quarterback was falling apart in my mouth under the hot spray at two in the morning.

His breathing turned ragged. His thighs shook harder. I could feel him getting close already. I doubled down sucking and stroking and letting the wet sounds fill the empty shower room. He was mine right now. Not the campus hero. Not the guy with the perfect girlfriend. Just a desperate horny jock who needed to cum more than he needed air.

Tyler choked out my name one more time. His whole body tensed. “Dude.. Brian”

I kept going. I did not slow down even when Tyler started babbling. His words tumbled out in a broken stream mixed with the roar of the water.

“Brian. Fuck. I am so close already. I edged for like forty minutes before you walked in. Watching that video. Thinking about. Shit. Thinking about this exact thing and now it is real and your mouth is. Oh my god.”

His hips snapped forward again harder this time. I took every inch letting him slide deep into my throat and holding there for a second before pulling back with a wet gasp. Spit and water mixed and ran down my chin. I looked up at him through the spray. His face was flushed dark. Eyes half closed. Mouth open like he could not remember how to close it. The hand gripping the shower head was white knuckled. The other stayed tangled in my wet hair guiding me but not forcing. Like he was still trying to be a gentleman even while he fucked my face.

I pulled off again just to tease him. I stroked him slow and tight with my fist while I licked around the head in lazy circles. He whimpered. Actual whimper. The sound was so raw and unexpected from a guy built like him that it made heat pool low in my own stomach.

“Don’t stop man”. He begged voice hoarse. “I need to cum. I need to shoot a load so bad”

I smiled around the head of his cock then sank back down taking him to the root in one smooth motion. Tyler cried out. The sound bounced off the walls. His thighs clamped around my shoulders for a second before he forced them apart again like he was afraid of hurting me. I reached up and cupped his balls rolling them gently while I sucked him deep and steady. The water kept cascading over us turning everything slippery and warm. His abs flexed and released with every breath. I could feel the tension building in him like a spring winding tighter and tighter.

He started chanting my name under his breath. “Brian. Brian. Fuck Brian.” Each time it sounded more wrecked. His hand in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain but I loved it. I loved that I was the one making the untouchable quarterback fall apart like this. I loved the way his cock throbbed against my tongue. I loved the broken little gasps he made every time I swallowed around him.

I felt the exact moment he tipped over the edge. His whole body locked up. His hips stuttered. A deep guttural groan ripped out of his chest and he came hard pulsing thick and hot across my tongue. I swallowed every drop not letting a single bit escape. He kept cumming in long waves like it had been building for days. His knees shook so bad I had to steady him with both hands on his thighs. He slumped forward slightly forehead pressed to the cool tile above me while the last tremors ran through him.

I pulled off slow and careful, licking his cock clean as I went. When I finally sat back on my heels I looked up at him. Tyler was breathing like he had just run a full game. Chest heaving. Water still pouring down his back. His eyes were glassy and unfocused. He stared down at me like I was some kind of miracle.

“Holy shit.” He whispered it twice more like he could not believe what had just happened. “That was…. I have never cum that hard in my life. Not even with…” He stopped himself before saying her name. His face went red again but this time it was not just from the heat of the shower.

I stood up slowly. My knees ached a little from the hard tile but it was worth it. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stepped closer so our chests almost brushed. The water ran between us in warm rivers. Tyler did not pull away. If anything he leaned in a fraction.

I kept my voice low and steady.

“You good, now?”

He nodded fast. Then slower. A shy little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The kind I had never seen on him before. Not the cocky grin he gave the cameras. This one was real and a little embarrassed and a lot grateful.

“Yeah. More than good.” He swallowed. “Look. Don’t fucking tell anyone. I am not…gay or anything. I have a girlfriend.”

I reached up and brushed a wet strand of hair off his forehead. He let me. His eyes fluttered closed for a second at the touch.

“I am not telling a soul Tyler.” I said. “This stays between us. But if you ever need it again. If you ever get that horny and alone at two in the morning. You know who to call.”

He let out a shaky laugh. His hand came up and rested on my waist light and tentative like he was testing if it was okay. It was.

“Same time tomorrow night?” He asked it so quietly I almost missed it under the water. His eyes searched mine. “Please?”

I smirked. I could not help it. The power flip felt sweet. The big strong quarterback who barely noticed me three weeks ago was now begging me to suck his cock again.

“I will be here.” 

He exhaled like a weight had lifted off his chest. We stood there under the spray for another long minute just breathing together. Then I stepped back and walked over to where I was showering before and grabbed my towel. I dried off quickly while he watched me. His eyes tracked every movement like he was memorizing it.

I pulled my hoodie and shorts back on and slipped my sneakers on without socks. At the archway I turned back one last time. Tyler was still standing under the water half hard again already like his body had not gotten the message that it was over.

I winked at him and walked back to my dorm knowing he would be back tomorrow night. Knowing I had just cracked open something in the golden boy quarterback that neither of us could close again.

And fuck if that did not feel like the best kind of victory.

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