Page 15 of No More Jocks

“I know, right? That’s our mother, a serial romantic.” Moments like these reminded me of how blessed I was to have a family that supported and cared for me, but it also made me feel bad for Marcus and all he was going through. Marissa took it upon herself to dig through my closet, and when she found an outfit she approved, she handed it to me.

“You should wear these Air Force Ones with tapered jeans and a Gucci sweater. Throw on this baseball cap. It’ll give you a little hood flava.” I looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t want to wear the Gucci sweater, and I don’t want to give off hood anything. That’s the white girl in you talking. Gucci makes me seem like a pretentious snob. Besides, Marcus is a man of humble beginnings.”

“So, his name is Marcus, and you like him enough that you’re willing not to wear name-brand clothes in front of him.”

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to say his name.”

“Wear the Gucci sweater, brother. If he is as poor as you say, he won’t even know it’s Gucci. Next, you’ll tell me you’re going to Uber and not drive your BMW because you don’t want to exacerbate his poverty.”

“Good idea; I will Uber.”

“Caleb, if you have to change for this guy, he isn’t the one.”

“He’s not asking me to change. I’m just being considerate, that’s all.”

“I hope he’s worth it. Any pictures?”

“No, we haven’t got to that part yet.”

“Have you done it yet?” I pretended I didn’t hear her and ignored her comment. She had a seat on the bed next to me.

“Oh my God, you gave up your virginity to him? Has it even been a month?”

“I did not. I lost my virginity to Bradley on my eighteenth birthday,” I replied. Marissa hit me upside the head.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“I want details.”

“Get out and let me get ready.”

“Okay, but you owe me details.”

“I’m not discussing my sex life with my sister.”

“Caleb, what’s the point of you being gay if we can’t discuss dick together?”

“Bye, Marissa,” I said, pushing her out of my room and closing the door.

9

MARCUS

My mother dozed off later than I anticipated. I intended to exit my window at 10:30 p.m. and meet Caleb on the corner of Oak and Pemberton at 11:00 p.m., but I was now behind schedule. I jumped into the shower around ten.

As the warm water cleansed my body, my mind drifted to Caleb’s beautiful dick and slim, ripped frame. I looked forward to being alone with him while I provided him the full Marcus experience. I anticipated the unification of our bodies and couldn’t wait till he screamed my name and his toes curled. I lathered my muscled physique, making sure not to neglect my thick, veiny 8-inch dick.

I wanted our first experience of intercourse to be satisfying for us both, so I held off from ejaculating. I thought about his bubble butt ass and lean, ripped body. I couldn’t stop imagining him facing me while riding my dick. In my imagination, every time he bounced on my dick, his heavy chocolate dick bounced on my stomach.

My breaths became heavy, and before I knew it, I was in full ejaculation mode, ready to bust a fat nut, when I heard three loud knocks against the bathroom door.

“In the shower, mom; sorry, I’ll be right out!”

Fuck, why was she up this late? She’s never up this late. It’s like she has a sixth sense and knows when I’m doing something I’m not supposed to do.

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