Page 9 of No More Jocks

“You want to go upstairs? My mom won’t be home for a couple hours.”

“Sure,” I replied. He picked up his pants and extended his hand. When I grabbed it, waves of pleasure rushed through my body like electricity. Marcus led me up his spiraled and dusty stairwell. I held on to him tight, fearing that if I didn’t, I might fall. I thought we were going to the second floor, but I was wrong.

It appeared we were in an attic that had been turned into a bedroom. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. It was the right size for someone to have one other person over, but three would be a crowd. The brown walls were mostly bare. A few football posters and jerseys hung on one wall while baseball caps hung on another. One weekend and a nice sea green paint to match his beautiful eyes could give this place some pizzazz.

Marcus locked the door, pushed me against it, and commenced to remove my shirt. I didn’t stop him, but I quickly crossed my arms and covered my lean frame. My body paled in comparison to Marcus’s well-developed physique. Insecurity consumed me.

“Why are you covering up your body? Do you want me to stop because if you’re not into me or don’t want to move forward, I’m fine with that.”

“It’s not you. I’m a little self-conscious about my body, especially in front of you and all your muscles.”

“I like you because you’re not like me, and I think your body is perfect. You’re the antithesis of me. Did I use that right?”

“Yes,” I replied, again holding back laughter. I found it cute that he was attempting to use big words to impress me. He unfolded my arms, wrapped his arms around my waist, and sucked on my nipples.

“Oh, Marcus, that feels so good.”

“You like that, Lil man?”

“Yes, Marcus,” I replied. He leaned his ear to my chest and listened to my heart. It was beating so fast.

“Calm down, baby; it’s okay. I got you.” I took some deep breaths and watched as Marcus got on his knees and unbuttoned my pants.

“What are you about to do?” I asked. He put his finger against his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. He pulled my shorts to my ankles and smiled when he saw my hard dick in my underwear.

“You’re a leaker.”

“What the hell is a leaker?” I whispered. He grabbed my dick and pointed to the wet spot on my underwear.

“You leak pre-cum.” Next, he pulled my underwear down, and his eyes bucked excitedly as my dick fell out of my underwear. “Damn, Caleb is packing.” He grabbed it with his hands and examined it from all angles. His soft hands felt so good against my dick.

“Are you negative?” He asked.

“Huh?”

“Are you HIV negative?”

“Of course; I’ve only had one sex partner, my ex, and we only had protected sex. Marcus stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

“You’ve never had unprotected sex?”

“No,” I replied.

“Not with a man or a woman?”

“No, why is that so hard to believe?”

“I just find it odd that someone as kind, sexy, and smart as you have found no one you’d wanted to experience that intimacy with yet.”

“I just care about my health and don’t want to make a dumb decision that affects my life forever. What about you? Are you negative?”

“Yes, I get tested regularly because of sports.”

“Have you ever had sex with a guy?”

“No, I’ve only been with girls. You’re the first guy I’ve ever got intimate with, and yours will be the first dick in my mouth.

Marcus took my dick and put it in his mouth, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I grabbed the door handle to keep my knees from buckling so I wouldn’t fall to the ground. My dick was extremely sensitive. “You like that, Caleb?”

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