Boys Meet
The moment I stepped off the airplane, I could tell I was in one of the most liberal places in America. Coming from a small conservative town in Texas had me feeling like a fish out of water. Everything had changed on that night, all those months ago, when I lost my virginity to Peter. Up until that moment, I had assumed I was straight. Now, I’m not so sure. Peter and I had chatted some since then, but not a lot. I felt this connection toward him, and so I guess you could say I followed him. I applied to Stillwater University, and I got in. Yeah, I changed my entire life for a guy, but Peter isn’t just any guy. I think he’s the guy.
I stepped out of Portland International Airport feeling like I was in some 90s rom-com. I was expecting the wind to blow through my hair and for people to stop, stare, wonder about me, and whisper. None of that happened. No, instead, there were horns honking and congested traffic. The ride out of Portland to Orchard Glen with my Uber driver wasn’t as bad. The entire time, I kept fantasizing about all the romantic ways Peter would respond or react when he saw me.
Hours later, I had my room key and belongings. I stepped off the elevator. People were moving about the common areas. I smiled to myself and made my way down the hall. Shirtless guys were throwing a ball. Another guy fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. In the corner, someone was playing “Cool Kids” by Echosmith.
I made my way down the hall to my room. I was eager to meet my roommate and also ready to drop all my bags so I could go and find Peter. I unlocked the door and stepped halfway inside when my mind was completely blown. The sounds of groans and moans hit me fast and hard. My eyes landed quickly on this light-skinned, muscled, sweaty back. My eyes dropped down to his round, perfectly sculpted, fat yellow ass. His two melons flexed as he slammed into some girl.
“What the hell,” I shouted, catching myself off guard.
“Oh my God,” the girl screamed as she pushed away from the guy.
He quickly pulled out of her. He turned around to face me with this grin on his face that made me want to smack him. What I did next was just based on pure animalistic instinct as a man. I looked this guy up and down from top to bottom. His chest was well-defined with muscles. He had a strange tattoo of a star on his left pec. My eyes scanned over his washboard abs. I followed the treasure trail from his belly button down to his thick black bush. His cock was about 8-9 inches long and pretty thick. It was covered by the condom, and for some reason, I wished it hadn’t been. He had two low-hanging balls and thighs that could have crushed me.
“Get out,” he said as he pointed out the door. His voice was smooth and as deep as the mighty Mississippi River.
“Excuse me,” I said, snapping out of my trance. “This is my room. You go be a slut somewhere else.”
“Slut,” he repeated as he raised his eyebrow. “I like the term sex-positive, you simple, narrow-minded nerd.”
I backed away from him. Without realizing it, I had stepped back into the hall. He smirked as he looked me up and down. Then he closed the door in my face. It took a second for it to register. I quickly unlocked the door again. I opened the door just as he was walking up to the girl again. His round melons bounced perfectly with each step he took.
“Seriously,” she said with high annoyance at my presence.
He turned around, frowned, and said, “Bro, I’m seriously about to kick your ass.”
“It’s my room, and I need to put my things down. Can’t you put it on pause for a moment or two?” I asked with a bit of defiance.
He stormed over to me rather quickly. He took my suitcase and backpack and tossed it on the empty bed. I handed him my other bag, and he tossed that one as well. He then stared me in my eyes. It was like he was challenging me. I wasn’t going to let anyone bully me in college. Even if he beat my ass, I was going to get beaten, having defended my rights and myself. We just started at one another, and then a smile slowly spread across his face. It was like he liked that I didn’t back down or something.
Looking at him, he had this dynamic sex appeal. It was like the perfect blend of athleticism with a polished, charismatic nature. He towered over me at 6’5”. He had a chiseled physique, sharp jawline, intense eyes, and, dare I say, a radiant smile. His skin was bright, almost white, but not quite. He had a dark set of curls, and the sides were faded out. His eyebrows were long and thick, with the perfect set of pinkish lips. Both his ears were pierced, and he had a little bit of chin hair. I could see why the girl was giving it up.
“Anything else, or can I finally finish up in here?” He asked as he puffed his chest out.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” I said.
“What’s that?” He asked, amused.
“I’m your roommate, Emory Christopher Thorton,” I introduced myself as I held my hand out for a proper shake.
He smirked, “More like Thorne 'cause you’re a bit of a pain in my ass at the moment. Nevertheless, I’m Jacobi Phillips, Thorne.”
He held his hand out, and I shook it. It was almost the strangest encounter, but the ice had been broken between us. I released his hand and then stepped back from the door.
“Please don’t take all day,” I said.
“I make no promises, Thorne.” He wore that shit-eating grin as he said it.
Slightly irritated, I said, “It’s Emory…fancy face.”
His smile quickly dropped, and he slammed the door. I had nowhere to go, and I had no idea where to begin to try and find Peter. I turned to my left, and he stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I found myself floating back in time all those months ago. I was back in time in that room, losing my virginity.
FLASHBACK:
Emory and Peter had stripped down to their boxer briefs. The kisses between them continued to heat up. Emory enjoyed the way Peter's lips felt against his own. Peter was like a kid on Christmas morning inside. He found the guy to be extremely sexy. Knowing he was about to be the first person to ever unwrap Emory turned on deeply. His throbbing erection was proof of his desire and lust.
Peter pulled his underwear down. Emory’s eyes dropped to it. He took in the sight of his first-ever penis. It was nerve-wracking and thrilling.
“I didn’t expect it to be so big,” Emory confessed as he stared at it.
Peter chuckled, “Don’t worry. It’ll all fit. “Touch it. Make yourself familiar with it. It won’t bite.”
The inexperienced lad chuckled nervously. He wanted to touch it. The long, uncut monster was just begging to be loved on. Emory wrapped his soft, delicate hands around Peter's large member. He slowly stroked it. Peter leaned in and planted his lips against Emory’s. They resumed making out. Emory made sure to pull the foreskin back and expose the pale pink head of Peter's cock.
The more they made out, the more Emory wanted it. Something that had been missing within him seemed to just fall into place. A hunger and lust for something sexual and raw came alive. He pushed Peter onto the bed and took the cock into his mouth. He moved his lips up and down, tasting every inch of Peter.
"Oh my God. Emory, that feels so good," Peter moaned. “Make sure you don’t use your teeth.”
“I’m sorry,” Emory apologized.
“It’s okay. Keep going,” Peter breathed.
Emory moved to his balls and licked them. The feeling of his tongue on Peter’s balls sent pleasure through every nerve. Pete tossed his head back and thrust his hips up slightly. His moans grew a bit louder. Emory was making him feel better than any of his previous hookups had ever made him feel. Emory wanted to do well. He thought about all the porn videos he had watched and doubled his effort. Peter ran his fingers through Emory’s bushy curly hair.
“Holy shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he exclaimed.
With a pop, Emory pulled off Peter's cock. Peter put Emory on the bed on his knees. Emory's hole was exposed entirely. It was a marvelous sight that Peter enjoyed. He ran his hands across Emory's soft glutes and then traced his finger across his anus. Emory's body shivered. That tight virgin pucker winked at him. It was all smooth, hairless, and the prettiest shade of brown.
Peter kissed the outside of Emory's rosebud, and then he slowly pushed his tongue inside of Emory’s anus. The man responded with soft moans. Peter ran his tongue around the inside of him. He sucked his flavor into his mouth. His lips kissed Emory's puckered ring. Emory found himself pushing back against Peter’s tongue. He loved the way it spread him just barely each time he pushed back against it. Peter’s strong hands massaged and pulled those cheeks apart. Emory moaned and squirmed from the pleasure that was given to him. It was all new, and yet it felt all part of who he was.
"I want it, Peter," Emory uttered.
“Yeah?’ Peter asked. “You want this cock in you?”
The man stood up and slapped his hard cock across Emory’s pucker. It made a loud sound that thrilled them both. There was no turning back for them. Peter took all eight inches of his hard, uncut cock and pushed it inside of Emory. Emory's hole gave way. Emory’s entire body tensed, and the ring of his tight ass burned. Everything inside of him stretched to accommodate the long cock.
“Oooh…fuck. It’s so big,” Emory moaned. He was completely surprised by how it felt inside of him.
“You’re so tight. I can feel you throbbing around my cock.”
They started with slow strokes. Emory's cheeks vibrated as Peter took him. His cock moved in and out of that tight hole. Each thrust made Emory’s anal walls flex around Peter’s cock. The guy went as deep as his cock could go in Emory. He kissed Emory's back as he moved in and out of him. Emory arched his back, and Peter's cock hit a new depth. Emory's ass bounced and swayed as Peter fucked him. The new position sent a thrill through them.
“Work my fucking cock,” Peter said as he slapped Emory on the ass.
The inexperienced stud tried to work that dick. He forced his body to move back and forth. It was clumsy but effective. Peter admired the way Emory moved. It made him want more. Emory enjoyed the way the cock moved in and out of him. It felt different than he had expected. For all of twenty minutes, Peter did all the work. They switched positions, and Emory began to bounce up and down on Peter's cock. Emory felt more relaxed and in control while he was on top.
He rode Peter like the perfect cowboy. He took every inch deep into his tunnel and ensured he worked that dick. The muscles in his walls worked overtime, but it was worth it. Peter's dick was good. He tossed his head back as he bounced up and down. Pete ran his solid hands over Emory’s body. He pinched and pulled at the man’s nipples.
Peter rolled him over and pounded him. He picked up the pace and quickly moved in and out of the wet hole. He went deeper and harder as he felt his climax approaching. Emory stroked himself as his anus worked that cock. Within minutes, the two reached their climax. Emory let out a loud groan as his cock exploded. He showered them both with his semen. Peter pulled out and burst his load all over Emory's chest.
“FUCK,” Peter shouted.
They were completely spent and exhausted. Emory lay there and slowly tried to process what had just happened to him.
END FLASHBACK!
Peter stood there with a blank expression on his face. His eyes said he recognized, but he couldn’t exactly place my face. Even with that blank stare, he was still attractive. There he stood, over six feet tall and toned with those tousled, dark brown curls that fell across his forehead like a classic heartthrob. His hazel eyes still glowed bright and expressive. He was giving Noah Centineo vibes without trying.
“It’s me… Emory,” I reminded him.
He smiled, “Right. Sorry. I had a bit of a brain freeze. I thought you were going to UTA?”
“I thought so as well. Plans kind of changed, and now I’m here. Surprise,” I said with all this flair and nervous energy. “I’m glad I ran into you. I wanted to tell you something, but I wanted to do it face-to-face.”
“Babe, I’m ready.” This tall, beautiful guy came and casually draped his arm over Peter’s shoulder. Peter smiled at him, and they kissed. My world shattered on the inside.
“Who’s your friend?" He asked as he finally looked at me.
“This is Emory. He goes here now.” Peter said as he wrapped his arm tighter around the guy. “Emory, this is my boyfriend, Sam.”
“Boyfriend,” I blurted the word out. It was almost impossible to believe, despite it being right in my face.
“So…you’re Emory? We aren’t going to have any problems with you trying to steal my boyfriend, are we?” I could hear his drawn-out, deep Texas accent.
I shook my head from side to side. “No.”
“Good,” he said as he made it a point to stare into my eyes.
I tried to hold it together. I felt so emotionally torn apart. I had stupidly given part of myself to a guy. A part of me that I truly treasured, and he had a boyfriend. He didn’t just have any boyfriend, but he had someone who was incredibly beautiful.
Sam's skin was warm and golden like he had been kissed by hours outdoors. Slight freckles trailed across his nose. He was lean, sculpted, and athletic. He had a mop of golden brown curls that were naturally tousled. You would have thought he’d just gotten back from a run at the beach. Those bright, clear, ocean blue eyes were framed by thick lashes. He had high cheekbones and a strong jawline. Sam could have been a model. He was photogenic from every angle.
“It was good seeing you again, Emory,” Peter said. “Welcome to SU. Maybe we’ll see you around.”
They walked away from me holding hands. I stood there like some foolish individual.
FLASHBACK:
Peter and Emory are tangled in the sheets. The silence between them bordered along the lines of being awkward. Peter rolled over in the bed and picked up his cellphone. He began to scroll mindlessly through various social media apps. Emory took a moment to collect himself.
“Is there something we’re supposed to do after we do it?” Emory asked.
“What?” Peter asked as he looked over at. “Was that like your first time or something?”
“Yes. I thought I was straight,” Emory utters in near disbelief.
“Well, after what we just did, I can promise you that you aren’t straight.” Peter snatched the covers back and slipped on his pants.
“I came to visit the campus just so I could take a break from my parents. I have a girlfriend back home. What did I just do?” Emory began to panic. The reality of everything began to set in, and it scared me.
“Hey,” Peter yelled as he placed his hand on Emory’s arm. Emory looked at him with watery eyes.
“You don’t have to decide anything. You did something young and wild, and that’s important. Whoever you are, you’ll discover and make peace with it in due time. For now, just chill. No one knows what we did.”
“How are you so calm?”
Peter’s lips turned up, and a smile spread across his face. “I’ve been gay since the beginning of time. Places like Stillwater University are a liberal safe haven for me. That’s why I plan to attend. You should find a place and someone that’s safe for you to explore.”
“I don’t know how to calm down. All I know is that my mind keeps replaying what we did, and it makes me want to do it again,” he confessed.
“If you want to do it again, we can,” Peter told him. The truth of the matter was that Peter was running from something himself. He was using sex with Emory to distract himself from his own troubles.
Emory chuckled nervously, “I want to. Can we do it again?”
Peter slipped his clothes back off. He grabbed Emory by the ankles and dragged him toward the edge of the bed. He spread Emory’s legs and took a look at his puffy, cream-filled hole. Peter knew he was going to creampie the man once again, and it excited him to his core.
END FLASHBACK!
“That was difficult to watch.”
I turned around and there they were, standing in front of me, looking concerned and amused at the same time. At first glance, they looked like a dude, but I could tell there was something different going on with them.
“Excuse me,” I said, completely annoyed.
“I’m Eli Vega, and my pronouns are they and them. Please respect it and know that I am going to be your safe space as you navigate your coming-out experience. Now, don’t worry, there are plenty of other guys at this school. We’ll find you a cute little twink to play with.”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” I turned and watched Peter and Sam continue to walk away. “I came here for Peter, and before the school year is over, he’ll be my boyfriend.” I turned my attention back to Eli. “I mean, at least that’s what they say on all the television shows, and then the boy becomes their man, right?”
For a moment, Eli just stared at me. Then, suddenly, they started to laugh hysterically.
“No more TV for you. This is real life. It doesn’t happen that way,” they said. “There are other things you can do, though, to grab his attention.”
Eli draped their arm around me.
“Tell me what to do.”
Things weren’t going quite as I had hoped for my first day, but I was determined to get what I wanted. I was, after all, just a boy meeting boys for the first time!
TO BE CONTINUED
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