Boy meets the one
“Cardigan” by Taylor Swift played in the room as Emory and Sam continued facing one another. The song continued to play. Something shifted in the room and between them. It was something that they couldn’t ignore. Emory’s phone chimed. He turned to grab it. Sam quickly turned his attention back to him.
“Sam,” Emory whispered.
Silence fell between them. They leaned into one another. Their lips met and they began to kiss. They slightly parted their lips, and their tongues touched. Moans and pants escaped from them. Sam rolled on top of Emory. He forced Emory’s legs up. As they kissed, Emory wrapped his arms around Sam’s body. They broke their kiss and their foreheads rested,
“Damn,” Sam breathed.
Emory panted, “What the fuck?”
Sam kissed him again, and Emory returned the kiss. He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair and then down his body and onto his pert bubble but. Emory rolled his tongue around Sam’s. He spread his legs further, and Sam pushed his massive cock into Emory’s cock. Sam’s hips rolled.
The door unlocked, and Emory quickly pushed Sam away. He jumped out of the bed as the door opened. Sam’s roommate stepped into the room. To Emory’s surprise, it was the black guy with red and black locs from the day of the volleyball game.
“Sammy,” he called out as he entered the room. “Whoa,” he said as his eyes landed on us. “I’m sorry. Did I interrupt something?”
“No,” Sam told him as he stood up. “You remember Emory, right?”
He looked at Sam and then at Emory. His eyes roamed over Emory’s body, and with a slight lick of the lips, he replied, “How could I forget? I don’t think we were properly introduced last time. I’m Marcel.”
“Nice to properly meet you.” He turned to Sam. “I should get going. I think I have enough material to write about you for class.”
“I don’t think I have enough. Give me your phone.”
Emory hesitated for a moment. He looked Sam in the eyes for a sign that all of what was happening was a game, but he found nothing to indicate that. Emory handed his phone to Sam. He watched as the man's fingers moved furiously on his phone.
“I just sent myself a text. Now I have your number, and you have mine. We can text about it,” he told Emory as he handed him his phone back.
Emory took his phone and left. The entire walk back to his dorm, he kept replaying what had happened with Sam. His mind was totally fucked. Standing outside his door was Kade. Emory stopped in his tracks. Kade smiled nervously at him.
“Here to judge me some more?” Emory asked.
“No,” he answered softly. “Here to see if you had gotten my message earlier.”
Emory looked at his phone. He opened up his text messages and saw he had a message waiting from both Sam and Kade.
“I didn’t realize you had sent me a message. What was it?”
Kade ran his hand along the back of his neck. His skin went pale. “I’m kind of nervous to say.” He laughed nervously and then exhaled. “I gave you a hard time about Peter because I was jealous.”
“Jealous? Why?” Emory asked as he twisted his face in confusion.
“Because I lied when I said I only wanted to be friends with benefits. I like you more than a friend. I like being with you. I want to date you exclusively.”
“Oh!” Emory was taken aback by Kade’s admission. It was the last thing he had expected to hear from him. “I don’t know what to say. I’m confused and shocked.”
“I didn’t mean to confuse you. I just wanted to be honest. You think there’s any chance you could be interested in more than a friendship with me?”
Emory chuckled. “I think so. I just need time to think. Can you give me some time to think? I don’t want to rush anything.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Kade answered. “I leave tomorrow after my finals for the Christmas holiday. Can we talk at the start of the semester?”
“Perfect!” The word came out fast and strong. “Sorry,” Emory’s tone softened. “Let’s talk in the new year and see where we are with things.”
Kade nodded his head. He pushed up off the door and walked past Emory. He stepped and turned around to face. Kade pushed Emory’s back against the wall. He went for what he wanted. His lips brushed against Emory’s, and the two began to kiss. Emory wrapped his arms around Kade’s familiar body. The warmth from Kade’s flesh melted the solid chocolate core of Emory.
“I need that to carry me into the new year,” Kade said as his nose pressed lightly against Emory’s nose.
Kade turned and walked away. Emory’s eyes landed on his backside. He watched it sway as he stepped inside his room. The second Kade closed the door, Emory sighed and ran his hands across his face. He no longer wanted to go to his room. He needed to walk and get fresh air.
Emory walked across the empty campus. He listened to the night air. It soothed his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about his kiss with Sam. Each time he thought about it, a moan escaped his mouth. There was something about the way Sam kissed and held him. It made the world feel safe. It made him feel safe. It didn’t help that Sam was absolutely hot.
His phone chimed. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was a message from Sam.
I want to kiss you again.
Emory shook his head as he blushed.
You can’t kiss me again.
Why not?
Peter. Or did you forget you have a man?
So, you didn’t enjoy kissing me?
OMG! Why are you being like this?
Like what? Honest? I guess it’s your fault.
How is this my fault?
You see me. Most people just see me as a pretty-faced athlete, but you see past my surface, and I like that.
Don’t you think this is messy?
We’re gay. Shit is already messy. It's part of the culture.
I thought you were supposed to text about the exam.
This is part of my questionnaire.
Really? I haven’t read a question yet, Samuel Preston Horton.
Oh, fuck! My entire government name. First question: Did you enjoy kissing me, Emory Christopher Thorton, aka Thor?
Emory laughed. He shook his head in disbelief over the way Sam was acting. It was cute and somewhat terrifying.
Maybe I did. It still doesn’t change anything, Sam. You’re dating Peter.
Question two: If you could have one thing in life, what would it be?
Emory smiled to himself, and then he went down that rabbit hole.
***
Eli had finally slipped on the last article of clothing. Jacobi sat on the edge of the bed. He was still naked. His soft cock rested against his right thigh. Even after pumping two loads into Eli, it still looked like it had more to give.
“This was fun,” Eli revealed as they grabbed their phone.
“Maybe we can link up again after the holidays.” Jacobi’s voice was smooth a silk and deep as the ocean.
Eli smiled and nodded their head. “I don’t want to cause any trouble with Emory, so I have to tell him.”
“Why? This is our business. What we do has nothing to do with him. Besides, he fucking that dude across the hall, he always hangs with.”
Eli gasped, “Kade? Kade and Emory are fucking? That little bitch! He didn’t tell me.”
“It’s his business. I walked in on them a few times. They were so into it that they didn’t even notice me. So, if he has his business, we have ours. Keep it on the low, and we can keep doing this. Just think about it.”
TWO DAYS LATER…
Sam and Emory stood in front of the class. They were the last two to present. Professor Martinez sat in the back of the class watching. He had watched everyone go before the class and give their presentation. He judged silently, not letting on what he thought of anyone or where their grades may or may not land on the curve.
Sam spoke first, “At the start of the class, Emory, you wrote that you were who your parents raised you to be. You were the invisible boy next door who didn’t know his way around the world. From August to December, you’ve changed with the seasons. You’re more than who your parents raised you to be. I’ve witnessed your empathy and courage. You have a magnetic pull on those you allow in your orbit. Your stubbornness allows you to face adversity with strength. It pushes you through trials with humility and grace. You are more than who people wanted you to be. You’re still not yet defined, but you’re more than the stars combined. You’re not invisible to me.”
The class applauded. Emory stood there silently, shocked and amazed. The words played over and over in his head. He turned to face Sam. His eyes glazed over him, and he felt his heart leap. There was a pull between them. Emory realized in that moment that he no longer wanted to fight his attraction toward Sam. He wanted to run toward it. He just didn’t know how.
Emory cleared his throat, “Sam, just four months ago, you wrote that you were a blank page. All I thought about was that Taylor Swift song “Blank Space.” You were waiting to be written. Truth is, your pages have already been written. You’re just afraid to turn the page and read it. I read you, and you're filled with knowledge and power. An athlete of grace and integrity. You’re loyal to a fault. You have compassion and forgiveness in your bones. Maybe it’s the southerner in you. Maybe it’s just who you are at your core. You have this unspoken charm and power to command a room. You don’t see the beauty inside you because you think the only beauty you have is your face card. Everything about you is beautiful. You’re not a blank page. You’re an entire novel waiting for the right person to come along and open you up. So, how have you changed? You’re finally ready to let someone read your novel.”
Everyone stood on their feet and clapped. Sam beamed with pride and joy. He knew Emory could see him, unlike others. He had no idea he could read him so well. He felt honored.
***
Sam was in his dorm room packing for the holiday break. The door opened and Peter stepped inside. He closed the door and locked it. Sam continued to pack his things. Soft rock played on the speaker in the room.
“Are you leaving tomorrow?” Peter asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“Flight leaves tonight. They keep saying it’s going to snow tomorrow. Maybe you should leave tonight.”
“I’ll take my chances,” he told him as he closed the suitcase.
Peter took a seat in the chair at the desk. “Are we okay? Things have been rocky with us since Thanksgiving.”
“Were you going to tell me you fucked someone around Thanksgiving?” The question burned as it came from Sam.
Peter gulped. “I thought we were broken up. I did mess around with someone, but I love you. I want you. I don’t ever want to mess up again. No more hurting you. Just give me a chance to be better.”
“How many times do I have to go through this with you before I start looking like a damn fool?”
“No more. Let me show you. Let me make it up to you. Come let me love you the way you love,” he said.
Sam turned toward him. He looked at him, and he saw the guy he thought was his whole world. He could have said no, but he didn’t. Truth is, he still carried feelings for Peter. That was still his boyfriend despite his growing attraction and feelings for Emory. He had to push them down.
“I love the way you moan,” Peter confessed to him.
The blood in their bodies began to pump harder into their cocks. Both of their growing erections pressed against the fabric of their pants. Sam pushed Peter away. He looked in his eyes and smiled at him. He ran his hand along the length of Peter’s uncut cock. He pulled the zipper down and undid the buttons on his pants. He pulled the man’s cock out. It stood up proudly. Sam wrapped his hand around the base of it. He opened his mouth and swallowed it down. His tongue swirled around the head of the penis.
Sam moved his head round and round, taking in every inch of Peter’s cock. His tongue absorbed the taste of the man. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the slit of the man’s cock. He savored him and pleased him the way he knew Peter liked. Each lick pulled a moan deep from within Peter.
“I want you to lick my balls,” Peter instructed him as he tossed his head back.
Sam obeyed him like a good boyfriend. He ran his tongue across those hanging orbs. His tongue rolled over each sack. He had them completely wet. Peter spread his legs wider, and Sam licked his taint. Peter pushed him off his dick with a sly smile.
“Take off your pants, Samuel,” he said as he stood up.
Sam stood up and dropped his pants. His thick twelve-inch dick flopped out. Peter looked at it with pride. He couldn’t believe how gifted Sam was in the dick department.
“Fucking huge cock,” he complimented him as he tugged lightly on Sam’s cock.
Peter pushed Sam back on the bed. The stud laid on his back. Peter took hold of his massive tool and licked the head of it. Sam let out a deep sigh. Peter smiled at his work. He lifted Sam’s legs and folded the man in half, exposing his gorgeous, tight pink pucker. He spat directly on the hole and then ran his tongue across it.
“Fuck yeah,” Sam moaned.
Peter dug his tongue inside of Sam’s pucker. He probed his insides like a science experiment. He sucked on the flesh around the anus. Each time he swiped his tongue around, Sam moaned. He darted it in and out of the stud. He pushed it deep inside of him.
“Fuck me,” Sam panted.
Peter quickly moved into position. He lined his cock up with Sam’s perfect hole. He pushed, and his length slid inside Sam. In a swift, powerful motion, he was balls deep in that warm athletic hole. Sam moaned as he gripped the sheets. Peter began to work his hips, moving in and out of him. His long dick danced inside of Sam. Those tight velvety walls clenched around Peter’s tool.
“You feel so good,” Peter moaned in his ear.
“Don’t stop,” Sam cried.
Peter kissed him as he plowed harder and deeper inside of him. He could feel his balls draw up. He quickly pulled out of him and rolled him onto his knees. Peter plowed back inside of him. Sam’s hole moistened, and he began to rock back and forth lightly on Peter’s cock. Peter wrapped his arm around Sam’s torso and held him close as he pounded into him. Those cheeks clapped like a drum set.
“Oh my God,” Sam groaned in pleasure.
Peter grunted, “You take that cock so well, babe.”
He placed his hands on Sam’s booty cheeks and plowed deeper into him. He moved in and out of him. He watched his cock disappear inside him over and over. Sam’s body responded in ways it had never responded before. Peter loved every minute of what they were doing. Fucking Sam was one of his favorite things to do.
“You’re so deep,” Sam marveled.
“I want you to ride me,” Peter whispered.
Peter rolled onto his back, and Sam straddled him. He eased down on the man’s throbbing cock. It entered him, and he tossed his head back in pleasure. He began to move up and down on Peter’s pole. Peter slapped him on his ass cheeks. He let out a high-pitched moan. He looked down at him, and that’s when it happened. Sam didn’t see Peter. He saw EMORY!! Something snapped inside of him. He rode Peter’s dick harder and faster. It felt better and more intimate. It felt unlike anything he had experienced before because, in his mind, it was Emory.
“Oh shit. You feel so fucking good inside of me,” Sam beamed with pleasure.
He bounced up and down on that dick. The entire time, his mind was convinced he was riding Emory. He leaned down and stared into the man/Emory eyes. He held his gaze. He looked at him as of he had found the one. The one he was going to spend the rest of his life with. They grazed their lips against one another. Sam’s heart exploded with passion.
He wrapped his arm around the back of the man’s head and kissed him. As he kissed him, he could feel the weight of the world shifting and falling. He felt his body floating on a cloud of love under the warmth of the sun. He shoved his tongue in his mouth. In that moment, Sam wanted to truly and deeply fall in love. He bit Peter/Emory on the bottom lip as he slowly pulled away from the kiss. He pinched and pulled on his nipples.
“I fucking love you, Sam,” Peter let out.
Sam took hold of his throbbing cock and gave it one stroke. He exploded! His heavy load coated Peter’s chest. The size of the load and the insane pleasure of it all sent Peter to the edge. He drove his cock inside of Sam, and his cock twitched. He pulled his cock out and stroked it a few times, and then he exploded all over Sam’s chest. Peter fell next to him.
“That was incredible. I don’t know what got into you at the end, but damn. We need to do it like that all the time,” Peter laughed as he rolled over and looked at his boyfriend.
Sam’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling. Staring down at him was this enchanting vision of Emory. He didn’t understand how, why, or even when. All he knew was that somewhere along the way, he had developed feelings for Emory, and he wanted to explore them without bounds.
“I don’t want to be with you anymore,” he said without looking at Peter.
Peter’s eyes widened as he rose up off the bed. He couldn’t believe his ears. Just when he was ready to be the one, he suddenly had no one!
TO BE CONTINUED
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