Boy meets holiday Sam
The snow had already begun to fall from the sky. Emory stepped out of the building with his luggage in hand. The campus was empty, and the cold was present. Winter had arrived. A black Toyota Camry with dark windows pulled in front. The passenger window rolled down. “Wrapped in Red” by Kelly Clarkson flowed. Emory rolled his eyes with a playful smile.
“What are you doing here, Samuel?” He asked.
“Flights are grounded because of the impending snowstorm. If we leave now, we can get ahead of it. Drive down to San Francisco and catch a flight to Texas from there.” Sam’s voice was filled with infectious charm, energy, and joy.
Emory chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “Okay.”
Emory ran down the steps toward the car. Sam popped the trunk and jumped out of the car. He moved to the trunk and waited for Emory. They came face to face. Their eyes connected with a sparkle of something tender and intimate. Samuel reached out to grab the luggage. His hand touched Emory’s hand. They smiled with their eyes, and they both lifted the luggage together.
They settled in the car and Sam drove off. The car was quiet, minus the Christmas tunes playing. Sam stole a glance at Emory. Emory stole a glance at Sam. The silence and the tension felt like the sun against their skin. It burned them in ways that pulled at their desires.
Sam cleared his throat. “Are you excited to go home for the Holidays?”
“Yes,” Emory quickly answered. “No,” he corrected himself. “Not really.” The reasoning lay hidden beneath the sound of his voice.
“Why not?”
“Honestly, my dad had a last-minute work trip. My mom decided to tag along, so I’m spending Christmas with Aunt Sara, and she has a way of looking at someone and knowing that their gay. I’m not ready to be outed. What about you? Are you excited?”
“No. People are just gonna ask about Peter the entire time. They’ll want to know why he isn’t with me. Especially since he’s always there for the holidays.”
Emory listened carefully. He waited before speaking, making sure Sam had said all he needed to say.
Emory coughed and asked, “Why isn’t he going to be there?”
“We broke up yesterday. It was time,” he answered.
Emory chuckled lightly. He couldn’t help but laugh at their situations.
“What’s funny?” Sam asked as he looked at him.
“Nothing.”
“No…tell me, Thor.”
Emory rolled his eyes. “It’s funny how neither one of us wants to go where we’re headed, yet we’re going. We should just be doing something else.”
“Okay.” Sam’s voice was low, calm, and smooth. There was no hesitation with him.
Emory looked at him with a blank expression. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. More than anything, he couldn’t believe he was really considering spending the holiday with Sam.
“You’re serious?” Emory asked him.
“I am. I have no idea what we’d do, but I’m not opposed to hanging with you.”
“Wow,” Emory exclaimed. “Okay, let me think.” Emory sat quietly for a moment. Then a smile formed in the corners of his mouth. Sam caught a glimpse of that smile, and it warmed his insides.
“What’s with the smile? You have an idea?” He asked like a giddy child.
“A train ride across the country. We could ride it all the way to New York City and then spend New Year's Eve there and watch the ball drop in Times Square.” Emory grew more excited with each word he spoke.
Sam nodded his head with that charming smile of his. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Emory laughed. “Are we serious right now? Like, we’re literally going to bail on family just to be lost in New York City?”
“I’d be okay with being lost with you,” Sam told him.
Emory’s smile faded as he gave Sam a puzzled look. Sam felt that look. He knew Emory was trying to figure out what was happening.
“Don’t try to figure it out, Thor. Just go with where the adventure takes us.”
Emory twisted his face playfully. “Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s get lost in New York City together.”
***
The train cut through a white-washed wonderland. Pines bowed under the weight of snow, rivers were frozen ribbons winding through valleys, and every so often, a herd of elk lifted their heads as if to nod them on their way East. The entire time, the clatter of wheels hummed beneath them.
Sam sat by the window, his long legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other. His green eyes caught the reflection of the snow-glazed peaks.
“You ever thought two boys from Texas would ever see anything like this?” He asked, as he turned his head slightly, his dark, wavy hair brushed the side of his hoodie.
Emory was curled up across from him with his phone out. He smirked. “Yeah, in the Hallmark movies my mom makes me watch every December.”
He angled his phone just right and hit record. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he narrated in a deep, mock-serious voice, “this is Sam the Snow Prince. His natural habitat: anywhere he can flex his jawline at a passing mountain.”
Sam laughed, tossed a balled-up napkin at him. “Delete that.”
“Oh, it’s going viral,” Emory said with a grin. “Caption: When your travel buddy looks like he belongs in an Abercrombie commercial.”
Outside, the sun dipped low, casting the Cascades in molten gold. The train swayed gently as they passed through a tunnel, and for a moment, everything went dark except the faint reflection of their faces in the glass. When they emerged, the world glowed. Snowflakes spiraled down and dusted the window like glitter.
Sam leaned closer. “Did you really post that video?”
Emory shook his head. “No, but I really want to. Curious to see how your fans would react to seeing you hanging out with a normal person.”
Sam shrugged, his lips curved, “You’re not just some normal person. You’re special. You write well, and you’re an incredible dancer. You should start posting dance videos.”
“I’m normal compared to you,” Emory teased. “I mean, you do thirst trap half of TikTok.”
“You’ve checked out my TikTok,” Sam asked with a smile.
“Maybe!”
They burst out laughing. It was the kind of laugh that fills a space so easily that it becomes part of the background music. Between them sat half-eaten cookies from the dining car, a shared blanket, and two steaming cups of cocoa. Every hour seemed to stitch them closer through shared playlists, dumb jokes, and stolen glances that lingered a little longer than either would admit.
Night fell upon them. The train curved along a snowy ridge. City lights flickered far below like tiny constellations of warmth in the dark. Sam reached for his phone and started filming.
“Okay, for the record chat,” he said softly, “this is the best trip I’ve ever taken, and it’s just the start of it.”
Emory leaned in so their faces filled the screen together. The soft glow of fairy lights reflected in Emory’s beautiful eyes.
“Same,” Emory said quietly. Sincerity emerged from his tone. “Next stop…Christmas in New York.”
***
The train had quieted to a lull as it rocked through the darkness somewhere between Montana and forever. Outside, the snowflakes drifted like whispers. They clung to the glass before melting away. Inside the small cabin, the world felt paused.
Sam sat on the lower bunk; his hair was messy from the hours of travel. A soft glow from the corridor light traced the angles of his face. Emory leaned against the doorway, arms folded, with a small knowing smile on his lips.
“Can’t sleep?” Sam asked.
Emory shook his head. “Too much noise in my head. Too much…everything.”
Sam gestured beside him. “Come sit. I can drown the noise out for you.”
“How?”
“It’s a secret. Come here.”
Emory hesitated long enough for the air between them to thrum with unspoken things. He crossed the tiny space and took a seat. The warmth of Sam’s shoulder brushed his. Neither moved. Outside the train curved, and a wash of moonlight spilled across them.
“You ever think about our kiss?” Sam asked quietly.
Emory exhaled. “Truthfully? All the time. But…” He turned his head, his voice softer. “I don’t know if us crossing that line was and is the right thing to do. I do know that I just want to live in this moment. You. Me. Snow outside, and the world somewhere far away.”
Sam’s hand found his without thinking. Their fingers slowly interwind. Emory didn’t pull away. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. The close moments, deep conversations, and secret laughs from day one had melted into something steadier and deeper. A pulse now lived somewhere between friendship and the edge of something new.
The train rocked again. The snow continued to whisper against the glass. For a long while, they didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Their closeness said it all. They were crossing a line that neither one of them could uncross, and neither wanted to.
Sam fumbled with his phone. He stood up and pulled Emory to his feet. “Snowman” by Sia serenaded them. Sam gently swayed his hip, and Emory followed his lead. The space between them finally disappeared.
Sam quickly wrapped his arms around Emory’s neck and kissed him. The kiss shocked and thrilled the man. He quickly pulled away. His eyes met Sam’s beautiful eyes. There was a sparkle of some sort there. A hidden passion that he had seen before, only now it was brighter and fiercer.
“Sam…what are we doing?” Emory asked, his voice low and soft.
Sam stepped closer to him. He extended his hand out and lightly grazed the side of Emory’s face. Emory inhaled and exhaled nervously. A chill shot down his spine. It cracked him open like the night sky.
“If you have to ask…I’m not doing it right,” he answered.
Emory’s body moved toward Sam without it registering in his head. Sam smiled and wrapped his arm around Emory’s waist. Their foreheads touched briefly, and then their soft lips grazed one another. They kissed again, but with more passion. Something ignited inside of them. Their hips rolled as their privates touched. The tension that had been building between them had finally begun to boil over.
They fell back on the lower bunk. The night sky began to spin through the clearing of stars as the moon kissed their skin. They slowly undressed one another. Any doubts about what was happening went out the window the moment Sam’s hand slid inside Emory’s underwear and wrapped around his erection.
Sam pulled Emory’s cock out. He lowered his head and swallowed every inch down his throat. Emory bucked his hips and ran his fingers through Sam’s dark, wavy hair. He twisted his hand around the shaft as he stroked it. Chocolate quickly became Sam’s favorite flavor. As the wind blew outside, it felt like it was inside the cabin, touching their bodies.
“Sam,” Emory moaned his name softly.
Sam moved up and down his pole faster. His tongue lapped around it. Every flavor of Emory’s soul danced along his tongue. He pulled off and made his way back up Emory’s body. He kissed him once again. Their tongues touched in a heated frenzy. Sam rolled onto his back and pulled his underwear off. Emory turned to face him, and his eyes landed on Sam’s massive cock.
“Holy shit!” The sight caught him off guard.
Sam’s appendage was twelve inches long, cut, soda can thick, with several bugling veins running up the length of it. He had a trimmed bush of dark pubes, two glorious smooth orbs that hung low. It was intimidating and captivating all in one.
Sam chuckled nervously, “I guess I’m bigger than average.”
Emory looked at him with fear and trepidation in his eyes. “Anyone ever take it before?”
Sam shook his head. “No. It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything like that. I’d be happy with just getting you off.”
“Are you the bottom?” Emory asked him.
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m vers, but no one has ever wanted to try it. It’s intimidating, I guess.” There was disappointment in his voice.
There was something about being the first that excited Emory. It made his pucker twitch. He felt heat in the pit of his stomach. His heart fluttered, and adrenaline rushed through him.
“You have to get me nice and open before you put it in.”
Sam’s eyes widened, and he smiled. “Yeah? You wanna try?”
“I wanna try.” Emory nodded his head as he answered him.
Emory leaned over and took the head of Sam’s cock into his mouth. He spat on it and ran his tongue up and down the length. He lapped at Sam’s heavy balls. As he worked Sam’s cock he felt those smooth hands run along his backside. Sam pressed his digit against Emory’s pucker. His finger slid inside, and those tight anal walls flexed around his digit.
Sam confessed, “You’re so tight.”
“You like it?”
Sam moaned. “I do. I fucking love it.”
Emory lost himself in sucking Sam’s cock. He took it out of his mouth and slapped it against his tongue. Sam dug two fingers inside Emory’s chute. Their seductive moans blended hum of the tires of the train. Emory rolled his tongue around the head of Sam’s cock. He twerked his booty on Sam’s fingers as they spread his hole.
“I want to taste it,” Sam told him as he smacked him on his butt.
There was a plop sound as Emory pulled off Sam’s cock. Sam quickly moved behind him. He ran his hands on Emroy’s fast ass. He massaged those cheeks, pulling them apart, revealing that dark rosebud. Sam’s tongue rolled over that sensitive, wrinkled flesh. He kissed the pucker and then pushed his tongue inside of him. Emory pushed back against his face. Sam wiggled his face between those cheeks.
His tongue slid up and down the pucker. He rolled it across Emory’s taint and then back up. He sucked the ring of his anus. Sam wrapped his hand around Emory’s throbbing dark shaft. He stroked that fat dick as he buried his face deeper into his ass.
“Sam, I think I’m ready.”
Sam ran the length of his massive cock across Emory’s entrance. That hole was wet and tight and ready. Sam pressed the head against it. Emory took a deep breath and exhaled as he closed his eyes. Slowly, the head broke through. Emory dug his nails into the sheets. His hole stretched further and further apart as each massive inch slid into him. His breathing became shallow as he tried to fight through the feeling of his soul being stretched.
“Holy fuck. That feels incredible,” Sam proclaimed as his balls came to a rest against those chocolate cheeks.
Emory breathed out, and Sam began to move within him. Sam wrapped his arms around the front of Emory’s chest and began to fuck him. His cock slid in and out of the man. Deep moans flowed from Emory as he took every part of Sam.
“Fuck,” Emory cried. “It’s so fucking big.”
Emory’s hole throbbed. His entire body felt like it was on fire inside and outside. Sam’s tongue rolled across the flesh of his neck. It sent tingles down his spine. He could feel that cock pressing deeper into him. It felt like his bladder was going to explode, but it also felt better than any other sexual experience he’d had.
Sam pulled out of his gaping hole. Emory felt empty inside. Everything in him felt as if it had been rearranged. For some reason, he wanted more. Sam fell backwards, and Emory quickly straddled him. Sam looked up at him with smiling eyes. Emory’s cock was harder than it had ever been.
“I want some more,” Emory told him.
“So do I,” Sam concurred. “I’m scared I’m gonna cum too fast.”
Emory brushed Sam’s hair from his forehead. “Don’t be scared. Let it happen if it does.”
He eased down on Sam’s cock. Their lips touched, and they began to kiss as that long cock slid deeper and deeper inside of him. Emory began to rock his body back and forth on Sam’s cock. All he could feel was pleasure running through him. Sam placed his hands on those fat, juicy booty cheeks. He wanted to feel them clap in his hands. Plunging into Emory was the greatest Christmas present he could have ever asked for.
Emory moved up and down. He stretched his hole on Sam’s cock. He bounced up and down harder and faster. The sound of their skin clapping echoed through the cabin. Sam thrust up into him harder and deeper. Emory could feel it massaging his prostate. The pounding grew more intense. Sam fucked him faster and deeper.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” Emory pleaded with him as quietly as possible.
They fucked each other harder and faster. Emory’s hole throbbed around Sam’s cock. The muscles in his anus massaged the shaft of his cock. The feelings were so new and extreme. Emory leaned back on Sam’s cock. He stroked his erection as he bounced up and down on it. His chocolate balls bounced in Sam’s face.
Emory moaned, “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Emory could feel the cum rush up the shaft of his cock. He stroked harder and faster. His semen blew out his slit like a volcanic eruption. He coated both of their abs with his white lava.
“Can I cum in you?” Sam asked as he gasped.
“Yes!”
Sam rolled him onto his side. He lifted Emory’s leg and drilled into him harder and faster. His cock twitched inside Emory’s ass. His balls tightened, and he bit down on the man’s shoulder. A muffled groan escaped his mouth as he sprayed the inside of Emory’s anus with his cum.
The two laid together in the bunk. Sam snuggled up behind Emory. His cock nestled in the wedge of Emory’s ass. His leg draped across Emory’s thigh. Their fingers laced together, and Sam’s chin pressed into Emory’s collarbone.
“That was incredible. I can’t believe we did it,” Sam expressed.
“I can’t believe all of that fit inside me.”
Sam kissed his neck. “I can fit it in there again.”
“Before we do that. I just want to say that I don’t want to be a rebound. You just ended things with Peter, so once we get off this train, we can’t do this again, Sam.”
Those were not the words Sam had hoped to hear. He wanted something real, but he knew he couldn’t force it. He had to accept Emory’s boundaries no matter how much it disappointed him. Or did he?
TO BE CONTINUED
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