Backdoor Slider - A Love Story
by Joe L
I'm running around the track at football practice. I've been looking forward to this time because I can finally space out and daydream a little while I run. No one will be saying, "Garrett?!? Are you paying attention to what I'm saying?" or "Garrett, are you staring off into space again?" I've been doing that a lot lately.
Luke is getting out of the hospital today. It's only been a two-day stay, but I've missed him more than I thought I would. The first day, I was at his bedside all day after school. I sat there in his hospital room and did all of my homework and some of his. However, after I left, the nurse on duty asked him if I was his boyfriend. Needless to say, he wouldn't let me stay with him yesterday.
My mom told me that I need to "take good care of Luke" now that he's getting out of the hospital and that "he needs to depend on me." I try to stop myself from smiling as I run around the track. If she only knew what she was saying. I've been so horny while I've had to go without the physical side of our relationship. Sex has become such a regular and vital part of my life. Could I be a sex addict? Who am I kidding? I'm a Luke addict.
"Connor!" Coach D snaps me out of my daydream, and I jog over to him.
"Yeah? I mean, yes sir?" That 'yeah' might cost me a lap, but I don't care.
"Connor, you're going to have a new holder. Rodriguez quit the team."
"Who's the lucky guy?" I ask.
"Quinn! Get over here!"
Oh shit. Cade Quinn is probably the last guy on the team that I'd want to be my new holder. Cade goes to my church and I've actually known him longer than Luke. More importantly, Cade is the boy that made me realize I was gay back in 6th grade. I wish that honor went to Luke, and I'll never admit it to him, but it was Cade. I guess I was too close to Luke and just viewed him as a friend back then. However, Cade was always one of those kids who everyone said was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker. He was always going to be the star quarterback and grow up to be a famous athlete. He has the perfect name and perfect looks for it. The only problem is that he has almost no talent for it.
It's his junior year, and he's still the back-up quarterback. Actually, our starting quarterback this year is a sophomore, so this is probably the end of Cade's dream of being a star quarterback. Still, no one ever talks about it. It's kind of like the dirty little secret of our team. Everyone still supports Cade's delusion for some reason, even though it's obvious that he's a bust. He actually has "CQ" on the back of his jersey instead of his last name. What a douchebag.
Cade is one of those guys that has the perfect body, and he never had to work for it. Well, he doesn't have to work out as hard as we do. Luke and I earn every bit of our hotness. Cade certainly just has it, naturally. He's got a great career as a gay porn star if he's so inclined. However, Cade is obviously as straight as they come. Although he's a total butch asshole who has never been without a girlfriend since fourth grade, there was another more obvious clue that made his heterosexuality clear back when I was crushing on him. It was his choice of clothes for church. He would wear black pants and black shoes with white socks. I don't think any gay man has ever worn that combo in the history of the world. It just looks so wrong. I'm no fashion expert, but I know that looks stupid, even for a jock. I've decided that's a fail-safe test for sexuality.
It's a good thing that I realized there was no hope with Cade early on. He's the kind of guy that would've beaten the shit out of me if he caught me starting at him. He also has always had henchman to assist him in that sort of thing, even at church. Luke and I have always steered clear of Cade and his boys. It's been pretty easy since none of them have ever played baseball. They all say it's stupid, but the real reason is the lack of talent. Most of his friends are offensive linemen, so their job is just to be big and intimidating and block for him. It's pretty easy when he's riding the bench. None of them could do anything on a baseball field.
I see him walk up to me and take off his helmet, revealing his blond, sexy quarterback hairdo. In the past, I'd probably get all flustered, but now I see exactly what Luke was talking about when he said he was G-sexual now. I only have eyes for Luke now. No one else even holds a candle to him. We've experienced such a high level of love and sexual passion that we both know there's no way it could be better with someone else, whether it's a celebrity fantasy or a boyhood crush. I try not to look too disgusted as he approaches me. His ego is taking up the whole field.
"Sup, G." He says with a half-smile. That totally stuns me and I try to catch my breath before he suspects anything.
"What did you call me?" I try to look annoyed instead of shocked.
"Uhh... your name is Garrett, remember? That starts with a G." Whew. It was just a coincidence. I regain my composure.
"Yeah, my name IS Garrett. So you can call me Garrett.... You can call me Connor.... You can call me twenty-five.... but you can't call me G."
"Whatever, man. I just wanted to say that you really impressed me last week. That was a sweet tackle, and your kicking skills have really improved. You really shouldn't blame yourself for that fuck-up, though. It really wasn't all your fault."
"It wasn't my fault, PERIOD!" I'm not backing down to him at all. If he's going to be my holder, he's got to know that I'm the boss. One thing that I forgot and tried to ignore about him is that since he knows that he'll never play quarterback, he's starting to try to be an assistant coach this season. That won't get very far with me.
"One thing you gotta learn as a football player, GARRETT," he says my name extremely sarcastically, "is that whenever you see a loose ball, you gotta pounce on that motherfucker! You gotta get it like your life depends on it!" He slaps his hands on my shoulder pads to accentuate his point.
"I know what you mean, Cade. It's a little different being a kicker, though. You're totally focused on your routine and exactly what motions your body is about to go through. The ball squirting loose isn't exactly in the routine, and I guess it was just a little surprising when it happened that first time. I'm sure I'll be better prepared to pounce on the 'motherfucker' the first time YOU let it slip through YOUR fingers." I stare right into Cade's eyes, not giving an inch. At first, I see rage starting to rise in him, but he does nothing. As it subsides, I know exactly what he's thinking. He's trying to decide whether he even wants to be my holder. He's deciding whether it's worth it or not. After a few more seconds, I can tell that he realizes this might be his last chance to actually be on the field during the game, so he makes his decision. A big smile comes across his face, and he starts laughing.
"When did you get so fucking smooth, Connor?" he slaps me on the shoulder pads again. "So let's get to work!"
We are able to borrow Harrison, the center, from the offensive line squad to snap the ball to Cade. At first, Cade starts to instruct Harrison, and even me, as he takes his snaps. I motion Coach D over to us behind Cade's back, and luckily, he comes over and takes over the instruction role. I can already tell that if Cade continues to be bossy, especially about shit he has no right or knowledge to be bossy about, we're really going to butt heads.
After about a half-hour, Harrison returns to the offensive line and Coach D disappears, Cade and I are left alone to practice holds and kicks. After a few perfect beauties that split the uprights, Cade's tone seems to change, and finally he looks up at me with a seriousness that I've never seen from him.
"Garrett, since we're alone, there's something I want to ask you." No fucking way. There's no way that our school could have two totally hot gay jock-boys... or three, counting me. Just by the sheer amazing odds that Luke and I have what we have, there can't be another guy like us within a thousand miles.
"What is it?" I ask as calm as I can.
"Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?" he asks. I look down at him, seeing if he's testing me or teasing me. I expect him to start laughing, but he continues to stare at me, completely serious. I want to give him the answer that he wants to hear, but I sure as shit don't want to bond with him over it. I can't stand religion, and I especially can't stand stupid religious people.
"Uhh, yeah. I go to your church, remember? We went through confirmation the same year," I say, finally.
"You don't sound too sure. It's the best and most important thing you can do in your life."
"Look, Cade. My faith is a very private matter, and I don't like to discuss it. If you're talking about football, though... I really don't believe that if we pray to God or Jesus before and during a game that they'll be on our side and help me make my kicks and help us win and make the other team lose, and all that. I don't think God takes sides in sports." I hope I didn't go too far.
"Prayer is a very powerful thing, Garrett. If you pray, and you have faith, God will answer your prayers." Oh no, he really does believe that shit that God plays favorites on sports teams, depending on who loves him more. If he continues with this stuff, I don't know how long our kicker-holder relationship will last. If only Luke hadn't broken his fucking ankle, I wouldn't be having this conversation and I probably wouldn't ever have to talk to Cade for the rest of my life.
"You sure do cuss a lot for a Christian," I say.
"Saying shit or fuck isn't taking the Lord's name in vain, Garrett. I would never do that."
"Fair enough," I say, as I turn and head for the locker room.
Those Christians always have an answer for everything. If only Cade knew that I'm more of a Christian than he'll ever be, and I'm an atheist! He only exhibits the worst parts of Christianity: the bigotry, the intolerance, the close-mindedness... and the stupidity. He has none of the real, supposed Christian values: the acceptance, the kindness, the forgiveness, the love. I have so much love that it's bursting out of my pores. Well, maybe it's just my love for Luke. I may need to work on my love for others... However, at least I'm a good and kind person… or I try to be.
Speaking of Luke, he should be home by now! I break into a run, as I get close to the locker room and go check my phone before I hit the showers. Sure enough, I have a text from him, only saying, "I'm home!" followed by a bunch of hearts. I immediately start to get hard, so I stall and pretend I have a voice mail to listen to while I try to soften up for the showers. Eventually, I'm able to get clean after most of the other guys have left. I do an extra thorough cleaning out of my ass when no one is looking, just in case Luke is up for some fucking. I could sure go for some of his lovin'.
I pick us up a couple of Subway sandwiches and race to Luke's place. I can't wait to see him.
I quietly let myself in the front door in case he's asleep, but I hear him in his bedroom.
"Finally!" he groans. I run into his room.
"You were missing me a little?"
"Nah, I'm just hungry," he says, and I frown. "And I missed you like fuckin' CRAZY."
"Me too," I lean over and give him a passionate kiss. Although I snuck a couple of kisses at the hospital, it feels like forever since we kissed. His lips taste so sweet, kinda like grape. He must've just been drinking a Gatorade. I resist the urge to yank down his shorts and start sucking him off, so I pull back and pinch his cheek. "How you feelin'?"
"Your incision still burning?" I hand him his sandwich, and he rips into it like a ravenous animal.
"Yeah, and I just can't get comfortable. It hurts no matter how I position it."
"Hopefully that won't last but a few more days. That raw stuff still has to heal. Do you need your pain meds?"
"Nah, they're not really helping, and I don't take another one for a couple of hours." We continue to wolf down our sandwiches.
"I talked to Alaina today." I change the subject, and he looks confused. "She's Vera/Katelyn's sister. She's in my first period."
"It was kinda weird. At first, she was all smiles and nervous. I think she might like me a little."
"I know how she feels. I get that way around you."
"She calmed down a little after she realized I just wanted to talk about Katelyn and my brother."
"What did she say?"
"I don't think she likes David at all. She thinks that he's only using Katelyn because Alaina has a car and she drives them around. She doesn't even think he likes Katelyn."
"Hmm... So you think he's up to something with this whole thing?"
"Maybe… but using her just for rides? I've told him that I'd take him wherever he wants to go... back when we were trying to be nice to him."
"Yeah, but the last thing he wants to do is go anywhere with you."
"That's true… but I asked her where they go, and it's just normal places... pizza, movies, to and from school. It's all places that I could drive him, and just drop him off and pick him up. I wouldn't have to go with him and stay at those places."
"Are you going to ask him about it?"
"I doubt he'll say anything to me, but I'll just act like I'm interested in their relationship. Maybe I can get mom or dad to ask those questions for me."
I realize we've both finished our sandwiches, and Luke is fidgeting again.
"Shit, can you help me up? I gotta take a piss."
We make the long trek to the bathroom. Luke's foot hurts so bad that he almost passes out a couple of times from the pain. I can't imagine going through what he's feeling. During the journey, I tell him all about Cade. Luke says he will beat up Cade for me once he heals completely. I'd love to see that. He seems to be much worse after the surgery than he was over the weekend when I was taking care of him. It takes us a full thirty minutes to get him back to the bed, and I get him settled in and prop his foot up.
"I'm so sorry," I say, shaking my head.
"Couldn't get through it without you, G," he huffs and puffs.
"You wanna take another pain pill now? It's just a few minutes early."
"Gimme, gimme, gimme!" He swallows another pill and chugs some vitamin water.
"So, do you think you can take a nap now?" I ask. Luke smiles and shakes his head.
"All I do is sleep."
"Do you want me to blow you or something?"
"Nah, I just want to hold you."
"You sure you can handle that?" I get chills just thinking about it.
"Yeah, I'm in a good position now. Just lean up against me and keep your feet away from my bad one." I know I shouldn't, but I'm so love-starved. I start to climb into his bed, but he stops me. "Take off your clothes."
"You really don't feel like this. You almost barfed and passed out in the hall."
"I feel much better now. I just want to hold you and look at your body. I've been missing you so much."
I do a quick striptease for him and eagerly climb into bed. I nestle down between his legs and lay my head against his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel the electricity of our love shoot up and down my body.
"Dude, you're shaking!" he whispers and chuckles. I didn't even realize it, but the chills he's causing inside of me are making me tremble on the outside.
"Sorry. I've just been missing you so much, too. I had to jerk off five times yesterday."
"Just close your eyes, take deep breaths and try to relax."
"Mmmmm," I exhale and try to let it all go. I feel my body melt into his as I'm finally able to relax. He lightly moves his fingertips up and down my arms. It feels so amazing, and I drift further and further away from reality. I jolt a little as I realize I've been asleep.
"Sorry. How long was I asleep?" I ask. He starts stroking my arms again.
"Not long. Maybe twenty minutes. G, you spread yourself too thin. You're exhausted."
"Nah, I'm fine. It just felt good to be with you again."
"Apparently, it did," he says. I look down at my dick, which is still hard and begging for Luke.
He reaches down and wraps his right hand around my shaft. I start to tremble again. His hand feels so warm and strong.
"I'm not going to be able to last as long as you did. I'm not on any pain killers."
"Just relax and enjoy it," he whispers as he begins a very slow jerk while kissing my neck. I close my eyes and hold my breath, determined to last as long as I possibly can. He makes me feel so amazing. Unfortunately, thirty seconds later, I'm squirting cum all over my stomach and chest. Through my moaning and writhing, I try not to disturb his leg. The slightest move would cause him incredible pain. My orgasm finally subsides and I lay back against him, trying to catch my breath.
"Pretty hot, G," he says, licking some cum off his fingers.
"You drive me so wild," I say, trying to kiss him over my shoulder.
"I wanna fuck you so bad right now," he says, hugging me again. Those are the words I wanted to hear, and I look at him with excitement.
"You really think you can?"
"Only one way to find out!" I carefully roll off of him and he shifts to the side of the bed. I lay on my back, sticking my arms and legs in the air. It's my getting-fucked position. We laugh hysterically as he somehow tries to get his leg into a comfortable position. A few seconds later, the pain becomes too much, and he starts screaming and cursing. I try to get out of the way and let him plop back down on his back. I just wish I could feel the pain for him. He's hurting so bad. Finally, he gets flat on his back again and props up his foot. He's turned all pale, and he looks like he's trying his best not to puke. I fan his face with a pillow and try to stroke his hair. His color eventually returns, and he smiles at me.
"I guess that was a bad idea," he says, breathlessly.
"GOOD idea. BAD execution," I say, twitching my eyebrows.
"What?" he gives me his sexy smile. I can't believe he still wants to do it after all that.
"I'll just sit on you and ride you if you think you can handle it. I know you like to be in control when you're making love to me, but I promise, you'll enjoy yourself." I say, reaching for some lube.
"Sweet," he says, lifting me onto his lap. I get him all lubed up and slide his dick up where it belongs. The chills return as soon as I feel him throbbing inside of me. We smile at each other, knowing how much we've both been fuck-starved.
"See, this ain't so bad," I say, slowly sliding his dick in and out of me.
"Ahhhh.... It's fucking– AHHHH. It feels SO fucking good, G," he says.
I lean over for the occasional slow kiss, but I want to watch his face. I love seeing the waves of pleasure wash over him. He starts with a serious expression as he holds my sides, trying to control my movements. However, I can shift my hips, causing his sexy smile to appear. It makes him close his eyes for a second and his head drops back onto his pillow with a low moan. He recovers after a second or two, and goes back to grabbing my sides. I make sure I lock my eyes back onto his, and then I make him feel that wave of pleasure again. It's a fun cycle. I'm hoping I can make him last a while, since he's just taken a pain pill. I can tell he's really feeling good and has completely forgotten about his foot. The sight of the pleasure washing over him is driving me crazy, too. If anyone touches my dick, I'm going to squirt all over him. I continue to slowly ride him, giggling each time a wave comes over him. This might be a new favorite position for us. I just love watching his face. Suddenly a new expression comes over him. It takes me a minute to realize that it's horror, and that he's not kidding. I look over my shoulder, expecting that I accidentally did something to his foot, but I see my brother. He's standing on a ladder outside of Luke's window, taking pictures of us with his cell phone.
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