Page 39 of No More Jocks

CALEB

The next few months were a whirlwind of activity and emotions. After Marcus’s bold declaration at the championship game, I was overwhelmed with interviews, congratulations, and a newfound sense of acceptance. It was surreal to see how his bravery had not only solidified his place on the team but also brought us closer together.

The school administration, having seen Marcus’s incredible performance and the outpouring of support from his teammates and fans, decided to overlook the incident with Bradley. The atmosphere was different now—more accepting, more open. Marcus’s coach even pulled him aside to express his pride and support.

“Marcus, what you did took guts,” Coach said, clapping him on the back. “You’re a hell of a player, and you’re even braver for standing up for who you are. We’re proud to have you on this team.”

Watching that interaction, I felt a profound sense of relief. It was like a weight had been lifted off Marcus’s shoulders. He had proven his worth, and now he could focus on his future without fear.

With the fear and secrecy that had once shrouded us gone, Marcus and I spent more time together, our relationship stronger than ever. He asked me to prom and introduced me to his mom. We could finally be ourselves, openly and honestly, without the constant worry of judgment or backlash.

The days turned into weeks, and before we knew it, five months had passed. Life settled into a new rhythm. Marcus’s performance had not only secured his position on the team but had also drawn the attention of several colleges. He decided to attend UCLA and received a full ride with my SAT prep help.

I was accepted into Harvard, Princeton, and the University of Pennsylvania and would graduate valedictorian. There were awkward glances and a few mean comments, but we didn’t let it bother us because we knew discrimination was just another form of ignorance.

Most people had been super supportive, so we focused our attention on the positive instead of stressing out over the negative. Without Marcus, this school would have never won the championship and would have never reclaimed their school title.

It was prom night, and while I was happy to attend it with the guy I loved, I was displeased because we were going to different colleges. Maintaining a long-distance relationship while he was at UCLA and I was at the University of Pennsylvania would be challenging, but I knew we would make it work because ever since our relationship was public, I’d never seen him this content.

He’d never been happier. Gone were the days of sneaking around and lying to our parents, friends, and acquaintances. He’d been liberated, and we were about to have the best summers of our lives before we went to separate universities.

Marcus stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of bikini briefs. At the sight of him, my sadness evaporated. Whenever I saw his physique, my dick got hard. I couldn’t believe that this guy was in love with me.

This tall, sexy, muscular, caring, and kind football player that was one day going to be in the NFL and adored by millions was in my bed. It felt like a dream because in real life, nerds didn’t date jocks. For the first time in my life, I had everything I wanted, and my life was finally on the right trajectory. Last week, we both got tested, and our results came back negative for all STDs.

To celebrate, our prom night would be the first time we had unprotected sex. We were sharing our raw gay sex virginity with each other. Marcus had confided in me; he’d had raw sex with his previous girlfriend when she was on the pill, but she’d been the only one.

Marcus walked toward me with one hand behind his back and handed me a rainbow-colored, beautifully wrapped box. “I have a surprise for you, baby, and I think you will love me more than you currently do.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” I said. I opened it and a flood of passion swelled inside me. Inside the box were matching rainbow bracelets. When Bradley snatched my arm at the movie theater that night and broke my bracelet, I knew I’d never see that bracelet again.

I purchased it in Hawaii and didn’t think I’d ever find another like it. Each one of these bracelets had our names on it and the letters LGBTQIA+. He placed the bracelet with his name on my wrist, and I grabbed the bracelet with my name and put it on his. I paid for these bracelets by returning the one Bradley gave me for Caleb. The money I receive from it was enough to buy two custom bracelets, because there was no way I was giving Caleb a bracelet from his ex-boyfriend. I may not have been the smartest dude in school, but I wasn’t stupid.

“How did you find these?” I asked.

“I asked your parents where you purchased it, and they dug up an old credit card bill. It gave us the name of the merchant. I found the number, called him, and asked him if he could make us custom bracelets.

“It wasn’t as expensive as I thought it would be. I received them yesterday and thought they would be exceptional gifts to show the world that we were LGBTQIA+ and proud and that we belonged to each other.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” I said as I held back my tears.

“Caleb, I’m a better man because of your patience and kindness toward me. Not many other guys would have put up with my insecurities about my sexuality.” Marcus pulled an envelope out of the back of his underwear and handed it to me.

“What is this?”

“Read the letter,” he said. I opened it up and read.

Congratulations Marcus Jennings,

You’ve been accepted into Penn State University…

I read the beginning of the letter again to make sure that I wasn’t reading it wrong.

“You’re going to Penn State? That’s only fourteen miles from the University of Pennsylvania.” I jumped up and threw my arms around him. Everything in my life was turning out perfectly.

“I know. After you told me about your early acceptance to the University of Pennsylvania, I researched universities within the vicinity of yours who had greater or comparable football programs to UCLA. After reaching out to a few schools, one coach at Penn State contacted me about coming to play for their team. I’m going there on a full ride, thanks to you prepping me for the SATs.”

I knelt and motioned for him to sit on the bed. I pulled down his underwear, grabbed his dick, and put it in my mouth because he deserved to receive all the skills I’d gained from practicing with my dildo.

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