Page 10 of No More Jocks

“Fuck yeah, Marcus,” I replied. Marcus pulled down my pants, grabbed my naked ass and pushed his mouth over my dick. He was determined to swallow it whole. For a guy that had never done this before, he was sure doing a spectacular job. I grabbed a handful of his curls and bounced his head over my dick, like I had seen in porno movies.

He sucked it with absolute ease. He then took it out of his mouth, hit my dick across his face, and put it back in his mouth. He lubed my dick with his spit, but stopped when he heard a familiar noise. He jumped off the ground, ran to the window, and pulled the curtains back.

“Fuck my mother’s home. I got to get you out of the house, now! If she finds you in the house this late without her permission, I will be in deep shit.” I pulled up my shorts and headed for the door, regretting that I had put myself in this situation. “Not that way. You gotta go out of the window.”

“Are you kidding me? The journey to loving myself has been long, and I’m not willing to hide for the sake of anybody.”

“Caleb, I’d never want you to give up your happiness for me. This is temporary. Please, give me some time. I might lose everything if my sexuality comes out. Please. It’s not that high up. You can jump or just wait on the roof until she falls asleep.”

I knew this situation was hard for him, and I also understood what was at stake. Marcus had really seen the ugly side of life and this scholarship and his place on the football team were his ticket out of poverty. “How long is that going to be?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but if you do this, I promise I will make it up to you. If my mother catches you here, Caleb, I will be in deep trouble.”

I hated he was making me do this, but things would not be good for either of us if his mother caught a boy in his bedroom, especially a boy dressed in rainbow colors and with a pride bracelet on his wrist. I fastened my pants and put my shirt back on, shook my head in dissatisfaction, climbed out of the window, and moved out of its view. A few minutes later, I heard his mother’s voice.

“Why are you so quiet up in here? Are you doing something you don’t have any business doing?”

“No, Mother, I’m just studying for my English exam,” Marcus said.

I could hear everything because he had forgotten to close the window.

“Why is the window open? You got some girl hiding out here or something.”

“No, Mom, I was just hot.”

“Then turn off the heat. I’m not heating the entire neighborhood.” I heard footsteps approaching the window.

Fuck, she was about to look outside!

I only had one choice to keep from exposing Marcus’s secret. Jump.

I shook my head, took a deep breath, and jumped off the roof. As I fell through the sky about fifteen feet, I knew I would break something. I landed on my feet but twisted my ankle. I kept my mouth closed despite the immense pain and quickly crawled toward the house so that I would be out of view.

When I heard the window shut, I pushed myself off the ground and limped to my car, a block down the street. I had literally fallen for a jock and probably broken my ankle. I was failing the test the universe had sent me miserably, and I had a tough decision to make.

7

MARCUS

Isat at the table with my mother, the scent of fast food filling the small dining room. She emptied the contents of the greasy cartons into her second-hand faux crystal containers, a touch of elegance amidst our modest surroundings. The table was always set nicely with candles and a purple lace tablecloth she'd found at the Goodwill. We didn’t have much money, but she always found ways to make our home feel welcoming.

Dinner was our bonding time, a tradition she insisted on keeping after the divorce. I wanted to tell her I'd already eaten or pass on dinner, but I knew money was tight. She probably spent money she didn’t have on this meal because we rarely ate out.

“What happened? I thought you went out to dinner with your church members on Wednesday.”

“Deacon Jacob and a couple of members had a few other obligations, so we are going to pick back up with our Wednesday night dinners next week. You should join us—the church pays for it, and Kim was there.”

“My best friend Kim?”

“Yeah, she’s so cute; I don’t know why you all don’t date.”

“Mom, please let’s not do this.”

“I’m just saying she’s a good Christian girl. Nothing like that Samantha girl that was spreading vicious rumors about you.” I took a deep breath and didn’t comment because I could feel my anger rising. I knew Kim personally, and she wasn’t living any Christian lifestyle. I would be discussing this with her later. I put my thoughts on Caleb and felt an immediate release of dopamine.

All I could think about was Caleb on the roof in the cold alone. I needed to get back upstairs as soon as possible. Wednesday was my free night during the week, my me time. It’s why I invited Caleb over. I looked at my phone and noticed my weather app said it was in the low fifties. He had on shorts, so I knew he was freezing. I quickly stuffed the food in my mouth so that I could finish dinner and go upstairs to check on Caleb. My mother placed her hand on my arm.

“Slow down, son. You’re going to choke.” Rushing this dinner was not an option unless I was willing to confess that I had a half-naked boy on my roof, shivering from the frigid temperatures. This wasn’t the time or place because I’d be bombarded with countless questions that I wasn’t prepared to answer.

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