Page 21 of No More Jocks

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside, happy to have some privacy when the doors closed.

“I’ll make sure you don’t fuck up. I know this sounds gay, but I feel safe around you.” Marcus stepped toward me and grabbed my ass, but we both quickly moved to opposite sides of the elevator when the door dinged, and a man and a young lady entered the elevator holding hands.

So much for our privacy. Here I was, falling for this awesome guy, but we still felt the need in the 21st century not to be open in public. Once we arrived at our floor, I stepped off first and turned right, and headed to the hotel room. When I looked behind me, Marcus wasn’t following me. He was walking in the opposite direction.

“Marcus!” I yelled in the softest voice I could. He turned around and waved at me, gesturing me to go toward the room and to keep walking in the other direction. I grabbed my phone and called him.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m going to take care of something. What’s the room number? I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

“It’s 1226,” I said.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes,” he said. I entered my hotel room and collapsed on the bed. Deep down, I felt Marcus didn’t want to risk anyone seeing him enter a hotel room with a man. That’s why he was walking in the opposite direction. This is the primary reason I decided not to date jocks, bisexual, or straight men because I always had to hide when dating or being intimate with them.

They wanted to appear straight to the world and still get the benefits of male-on-male sex behind closed doors. This is not what I wanted. I had been through this with Bradley, and I would not relive this with Marcus. A knock on the door interrupted my doubtful thoughts.

I walked to the door, and when I opened it, Marcus was standing there with two bags of popcorn, two cokes, and three types of candy—Twizzlers, Reese’s, and Twix.

“I may not have the funds to cover a 300-a-night hotel room, but I can handle twenty-dollar snacks.” And just like that, I was spun back into his web of charm. I smiled like a fan seeing his celebrity crush for the first time. I stepped aside and let him in. Marcus was getting laid tonight, and it would be the best sex of both of our lives.

13

MARCUS

The inside of the hotel room was more picturesque than I had ever imagined. It was like stepping into one of those old architecture digest magazines that my mom used to keep on our small wooden coffee table. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the massive closets, and the balcony with a view of the city all added to the luxurious atmosphere.

I couldn't help but think about how much my mom would have loved to see this place. She always went out of her way to make our home seem nicer than it was, even if it meant returning items she had bought on credit. I remembered how she used to have church company over, and how she would purchase magazines, picture books, and decorations to impress them. She was determined to make sure that others perceived her in a certain way, and it was something that had always stuck with me.

As I took in the room, I noticed that there was only one bed - a king-sized one. I knew what Caleb had in mind, but he quickly reassured me that it was the only option available. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of sharing a bed with him.

I walked towards Caleb and grabbed him by the ass, pulling him close to me. I loved the way his slender build felt in my arms. I couldn't wait to explore his body further and make him feel good. I picked him up and carried him over to the bed, where we quickly undressed.

As we lay there, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I had never been with a guy before, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to please him. I had watched gay porn and jacked off to it, but that was as far as my experience went. I wanted to make sure that Caleb enjoyed himself, and I was determined to do whatever it took to make that happen.

I started by kissing his nipples, twirling my tongue around them as I sucked. I could feel his body respond to my touch, and it made me feel more confident. I slowly made my way down his chest, kissing and licking as I went. When I reached his inner thigh, I could feel his body tense up in anticipation.

I took a deep breath and slowly slid my mouth over his dick, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. I had practiced on a dildo that my friend Kim had bought me, and it seemed to be paying off. Caleb moaned and thrust his hips towards me, urging me to go deeper.

I slowly inserted my fingers into his ass, making sure to lube them up first. I was a little nervous about doing this, but Caleb seemed to enjoy it. I continued to explore his body, alternating between sucking his dick and fingering him.

When I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed the lube and condoms that I had bought from the gift shop downstairs. I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my hand and stroked my dick, making sure it was nice and slick. I put the condom on and lubed it up, too.

I was a little hesitant about having sex with a guy, but my desire for Caleb overpowered any doubts I had. I slowly entered him, making sure to go slow and be gentle. I could feel his body tense up at first, but he soon relaxed and started to move with me.

As we moved together, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. I had never felt anything like this before. It was like all of my senses were heightened, and I could feel every little movement that Caleb made. I could feel his heart beating in time with mine, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world.

When we finally finished, I collapsed onto the bed next to Caleb, feeling completely spent. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, feeling grateful for this amazing experience. I knew that I would never forget this night, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

14

CALEB

The first time I had sex with Marcus it was better than I could imagine. But now that I had experienced him, I needed more. I was ready for round two. Seeing Marcus strip naked was a sight that could drive anyone to their knees. It was a vision sculpted straight from an artist's finest dreams—almost too perfect to believe. I had always appreciated the beauty of the male form, the curve of a bicep, or the defined waist of an athletic build, but standing before me was something else entirely. Each muscle on Marcus's body seemed to have been crafted with painstaking precision, glowing under the soft light of the room, nearly illuminating the very air around him.

My breath hitched in my throat as I took in the full extent of him. His workouts in the gym had clearly paid off beyond belief. His physique was chiseled; not a single ounce of body fat marred the statuesque contours that rose and fell across his body. I stood there, observing the calves that spoke of a dedicated squatter’s agility, arms that seemed capable of wrestling down the strongest of opponents, and abs that defined his midsection like an advertisement for a fitness magazine, each one marked as if it bore a promise of sheer strength and vitality.

But it wasn't mere physicality that drew me closer; it was the magnetism that Marcus radiated. He was more than just muscle and charm—he was polite, caring, and so much deeper than the surface suggested. A voice inside me warned that this connection might be fleeting, that the setup was ripe for heartbreak—but in his presence, reason fled. He became my weakness, my kryptonite. And as I stood there in the dim light, I felt the familiar rush of desire coursing through me, intoxicating and heady.

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