25. Caleb
25
CALEB
T he 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.
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.
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