Page 40 of No More Jocks

I sucked his dick until my head was buried in his pubes, determined to make him climax. I looked up after taking a brief break from sucking his dick and said, “I love you Marcus, and I’d love to suck your dick for the rest of my life.”

I put my mouth on his dick and bobbed my head, determined to win the challenge and have his milky seed swimming down my throat.

“Damn Caleb, you’re sucking this dick perfectly, bro.”

Marcus took my mouth off his dick, turned me over and pulled my rainbow-colored thongs off me, revealing my beautiful chocolate bubble butt ass.

He then smacked my ass, pulled me off the bed until we were standing face to face with each other, and kissed me.

“Finally, I get to look into those beautiful brown eyes and make love to you at the same time. I adore your spectacles, but tonight I want our bodies bare. Skin-to-skin contact only.” He removed our bracelets and placed them on the nightstand, along with the rest of our jewelry.

Marcus lifted me up off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his body. He walked over to the closest wall and leaned my back against it. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he guided his raw, lubricated dick into my hole.

As his raw dick entered me, I now understood why people hated condoms. His dick slipped inside me with ease and feeling his skin naked against mine was better than any feeling I’d ever experienced in my life. The feeling was mutual. Marcus moaned as he bounced my ass over his dick. His gaze never broke from mine.

This wasn’t just sex; we were making love, and it was sublime. Everything around us disappeared; we’d created our own universe. I dug my nails in his back because the sensations that possessed me had hijacked my body and I was no longer in control. Tears of joy trickled down my cheeks. My teeth chattered, and my body vibrated as he fed me deep strokes. Marcus grabbed my hair and pulled it as he licked my neck, alternating between hard sucks and delicate kisses.

“Make love to me, Marcus. Give me all your babies.” I put my hands around Marcus’s neck, and we glared into each other’s eyes. For the first time in our lives, we were free to love purely and without boundaries or self-inflicted insecurities. I never wanted to be apart from him. I craved him inside me and felt needed in his presence. I couldn’t live without him.

Is this why significant others went crazy when their partner cheated? Is this what raw sex did to people?

“Caleb, I’m about to cum!”

“Me too, Marcus.” I felt his dick pumping his thick, juicy nut in my ass. We were so in sync with each other’s bodies that we often came simultaneously or within seconds of each other, but this was the first time I came without my dick being touched. We both moaned in unison as we climaxed. Me cumming a few seconds right before he did.

“Looks like you’re going to be Caleb Jennings,” he said. He walked me over to the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I pushed my ass into his dick, and we spooned the entire night. I knew I was in love with this guy because I didn’t get up and immediately shower like I did with Bradley.

I laid there in our semen laced sheets and allowed him to hold me. I realized that while I cared for Bradley and enjoyed the sex, I’d never known true love until I met Marcus.

That night we lay in bed naked and watched the Marvel movie we never got to see at the theater.

As I lay there and felt his muscular arms wrapped around me, I realized the universe had sent Marcus to me and me to him to teach us how to unconditionally love ourselves so that we could learn to love each other.

Later that night, I woke up ready for round three, but when I turned around to hop on Marcus’s dick, he was gone. This felt like Déjà vu. I quickly sat up and surveyed the room, but when I saw his phone on the counter and his clothes still on the floor, I relaxed, and a sense of calm swept over me. This wasn’t a repeat of the night he left me a few months ago.

Relax Caleb.

“Come back to bed, baby,” I yelled.

“I’ll be right there. I’m just taking a piss,” he said.

I turned my head to the night table when I heard his phone buzz. I looked at the clock. It was 3:00 in the morning. Who the fuck is calling my boyfriend at 3:00 in the morning? I walked over to the phone and picked it up.

The screen showed an unknown number. Curiosity and suspicion mingled as I listened to the voice message. I knew I shouldn’t be looking at his phone without his permission but I couldn’t help myself.

“Marcus, this is Samantha. I know you don’t want to talk to me after what I did, and I understand,” her voice trembled through the phone. “But I thought you should know—I gave birth to a baby boy. And I think it’s yours. I’m considering adoption unless you want me to keep it. Please, let me know what you want me to do.”

I froze, Samantha’s words hitting me like a sledgehammer. Before I could respond, I heard Marcus coming out of the bathroom.

In a panic, I placed the phone back on the nightstand just as the bathroom door swung open and Marcus stepped out, a towel slung over his shoulder.

“Caleb, is something wrong?” Marcus asked, noticing the tension on my face.

Samantha’s words hung in the air, and my mind raced. Panic surged through me as I glanced at Marcus, unable to speak.

“N-no. Come to bed,” I said finally, unable to decide what to do. I know he wanted a family and although I too wanted a family with him, we were too young.

Marcus didn’t press further. He tossed his towel aside and climbed into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice soft against my ear.

I nodded, burying my face in his chest, the weight of Samantha’s revelation heavy on my mind. As Marcus drifted back to sleep, I lay awake, wrestling with uncertainty and fear of what the future might hold.

Samantha’s words loomed over us like an impending storm, threatening to tear us apart. And as I stared into the uncertain future, I knew one thing for certain—our story was far from over.