Boy meets new year
From Rockefeller Plaza to Brooklyn, the snow stretched on like a white blanket. Emory and Sam sat across from one another in the warm coffee shop, exhausted from their morning snowball fight. Sam sipped on the double espresso with hot foam. Emory indulged in the hot white chocolate mocha. Their eyes whispered secrets between one another.
“I could stay here forever,” Emory admitted as he placed his cup down.
“Really?” Sam sounded surprised. “It’s nice. I don’t know if I could ever get used to how busy it is.”
“You’d come visit me, though, right?” Emory purposely asked, wanting to gauge Sam’s interest.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Doing what?” He feigned ignorance.
“Trying to see what I would or wouldn’t do for you,” Sam responded as he brushed his hair out of his face.
Emory looked around the busy shop for a second. He focused his attention back on Sam. “I don’t know. Maybe just trying to make sure you aren’t upset about what happened on the train.”
He gave Sam a flirtatious smile and took a sip of his hot beverage.
“Oh. You mean you finally sleeping with me and then telling me it’ll never happen again? Seems to be the going theme with you, so why should I be upset with you?”
Emory nearly spat the liquid out of his mouth. He forced it down and then quickly coughed.
“Going theme? What does that mean?” He asked.
“I mean, you told me yourself you had messed around with a couple of guys since starting college, and none of it went anywhere. You didn’t connect with them. I’m guessing it’s because you still want Peter.”
The mention of Peter’s name made Emory flinch deep in his soul. Sam leaned back in the chair. He wanted to see how Emory would respond to the notion of still wanting Peter.
“I don’t still want Peter. Was there a time when I did? Yes. That since long gone. I don’t want to be a rebound, Sam. You literally ended things with him and jumped on a train and fucked me.”
“Erroneous. I was dating Peter, made out with you, texted you that I wanted to do it again, avoided you, thought about you while I slept with Peter, broke up with Peter, and offered to drive to SF so we could go home, and then I slept with you on the train.”
Emory frowned and rolled his eyes. “Whatever tomato…tomatoes.”
“Not the damn same, and you know it. I like you. I broke up with Peter because I feel something when I think about you. I just want to explore it. I understand your reservation, I do, but Emory, we met under the most unconventional circumstances. Yet here I am.”
Two highly attractive twinks walked over to the table. One had dark hair and green eyes, and the other was blond with blue eyes. The blue-eyed one was by far the more energetic and outgoing one. You could tell by the smile on his face that he was used to getting what he wanted. What he wanted appeared to be Sam.
He looked at Sam like he was a prized meal, and he was starving. He licked the corner of his mouth. He cut his eyes over at Emory. He didn’t see Emory as a threat at all. Someone as beautiful as his blue-eyed self never saw another person as a threat. Especially when they always got what they wanted.
“Sorry to interrupt,” the blue-eyed one said. “You’re Sam Horton, right?”
Sam chuckled lightly, “Yeah.”
“Oh my God! I knew it. I follow you on TikTok and IG. I’m Billy, and this is my best friend, Joey. I had to come over and meet you. I’m such a fan,” he gushed.
“Thanks. Most people never approach me.”
“I’m not most people. I mean, you’re so beautiful. I guess people are afraid, but I couldn’t let that stop me. Are you here for New Year’s Eve?”
“We are. Sorry, this is Emory. We go to school together.”
Billy sensed the way Sam lit up when he said Emory’s name. He turned and looked at the man. He looked him up and down.
“You’re the guy that was in the train video,” Joey blurted out.
“Train video?” Emory asked, puzzled. He looked at Sam. “You posted the video?”
“Yeah. Of course I did. It had to be documented in case you deny we hung out.”
“You two aren’t dating?” Joey asked.
“No,” Emory quickly answered.
Joey looked at them both. “You look good together.”
“Chemistry is giving brotherly vibes,” Billy stated. “Sam, if you’re free tonight, there’s a New Year’s Eve mixer at NYU. We’re students there. I could show you around.”
“Are we free, Emory?”
“I can only invite one person. Sorry, Em.” Billy quickly interjected and gave the fakest smile to Emory.
“I wouldn’t dream of stepping foot on an NYU campus when Columbia is down the street. I am sorry that you go to NYU, Bill.” Emory delivered every word with a menacing, killer bit of Southern Charm.
Joey snickered. Billy shot his best friend a stern, disapproving look.
“What’s your IG?” Sam asked. “I’ll check with you later to let you know.”
“Okay, sure. Can I get a photo as well?”
Sam agreed. They exchanged info, and then came the photo. Billy stood directly in front of Sam. He laced his arm behind him so that he could touch Sam’s face. He pushed his little pert ass back into Sam’s crotch. He leaned back into him and snapped the photo. The photo looked intimate despite it being the polar opposite. The optics made Emory sick to his stomach.
“Emory, you can be my plus one if you don’t have any plans,” Joey told him. It was so meek and innocent the way he said it.
“Excuse me,” Billy said as he moved from Sam.
“You know, I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Thank you, Joey. You’re such a sweet person.” Emory gloated.
***
The mixer was live. So many people knew Sam from his social media, and they all wanted a picture. Emory found himself posted up on a wall watching it all unfold. It was so different from their college. People in Oregon treated Sam like a regular person. Emory never really realized how much of a big deal Sam was. He liked seeing him in his element.
Joey leaned back against the wall next to Emory. For a moment, they were quiet. Both of them watched as people introduced themselves to Sam. Billy was right there with his arm snaked through Sam’s arm. It was like he was making it be known that Sam belonged to him. The display burned Emory.
“Why’d you invite me here?” Emory asked him. “It’s obvious your friend likes Sam and dislikes me.”
“Why’d you accept the invite?”
Emory turned his head toward him. “You’re not as innocent as you look.”
Joey turned his head toward Emory. Their eyes met. “Neither are you. It’s obvious you like him. It’s even more obvious that he’s into you.”
“Just like you’re into, Billy.”
“Billy doesn’t notice me. Sam notices you. How long are you going to play stupid?”
“It’s not stupid. I’m into him. I think I’ve been into him for months, but I didn’t allow myself to go there. Fear. He’s freaking beautiful. He has pretty people like Billy throwing themselves at him.”
“You don’t see yourself, do you? Emory, you’re hot. Like really hot. You could easily have any guy on your arms as well. What’s crazy is you have one of the hottest guys on social media, who turns out is openly gay, and he wants you. He posted you on his social. Sam has never posted anyone on his account before.”
It clicked. Emory had stalked both Sam and Peter’s social media. They posted a lot but never of one another. He wasn’t a rebound in the traditional sense of the word. No, he was the catalyst, the mirror, or maybe even the turning point. He wasn’t a rebound.
Emory pulled his phone out and he posted the video he had taken on the train, followed by photos of them making snow angels in the snow.
“I hope Billy sees you one day,” Emory told him.
“One day. Until then, I just wait and be the shoulder he needs to lean on.”
“Don’t stretch your emotional limits too far for the attention of a guy. Trust me…as someone who spent part of the first semester doing that. It’s not worth it when there’s someone else out there way more special, who’ll see you even when you don’t see yourself.”
Sam felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out. The notification that Emory posted something and tagged him in it made his heart race. He opened the app and saw what Emory posted. It was Captioned: Lost Somewhere with Him.
Sam smiled and was the first one to like the post. He looked up from his phone and spotted Emory across the room. “Die With A Smile” by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga began to play. Sam pushed his way through the crowd. That wavy hair bounced as he made his way to Emory.
“That’s my exit sign,” Joey said as he gave Emory a comforting shoulder squeeze.
“You posted me on your social.”
“I only have like two followers, so don’t like freak out.”
Sam chuckled, “Well, you tagged me, so that’s about to grow stupid crazy.”
“It’s cool,” Emory said as he playfully rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I’m a rebound.”
Sam shook his head as he smiled. “Definitely not a rebound. I’ve liked you since the first day I met you. I tried to fight it for the longest time, and then I told you my secret, and you stayed. We kissed, and my world changed. You’re not a rebound.”
“I know most people like to party when they bring in the new year. I want us to party in a different kind of way. Our own tradition.”
“You’re speaking my language, Thor.”
“Well, follow me, Horton. I want to do a lot more than speak.”
Emory took him by the hand and led him back to their hotel. Sam happily followed because, truthfully, if the world were ending, he wanted to be right next to Emory.
***
The magnetic charge between the two men pulled them closer. They closed their eyes and allowed it to happen. They kissed with an explosive passion. Their lips danced together. Emory parted his lips, and Sam’s tongue slid into his mouth. Their tongues flicked back and forth, taking samples of their taste. They pulled away and removed their shirts. Their eyes met with sex and passion in them.
“Are you sure? I don’t know if I can stop if we start,” Sam told him as he wrapped his arm around Emory’s waist.
Emory bit his lower lip. “I’m completely sure.” Emory pushed Sam back onto the bed.
Sam swung his hair out of his face as he smiled at Emory. The atmosphere felt special. It was laced with sexual tension. Emory climbed between Sam’s legs and kissed him once more. The feel of his chocolate chest against Sam’s vanilla chest sent a shiver through his body.
He undid the button of Sam’s pants. He pulled them along with the man’s underwear down. That massive cock flopped out and smacked Sam’s abs. Emory licked his lips as he admired the sheer size and volume of it.
Emory wrapped his hand around it and asked, “Did you always know your dick was so fucking big?”
“No. Thought I was average at best till I was in a locker room one day,” Sam answered in a low voice.
Emory bit his bottom lip as he lowered his face. He rolled his tongue across Sam’s hairless balls. His tongue moved up the shaft, and then he took it into his mouth. He moved his head up and down the shaft, coating it in fluids. Sam ran his fingers through Emory’s hair as he encouraged him to keep sucking his cock.
“Your mouth feels so good around my cock,” Sam moaned.
Emory moved up and down the shaft faster. His tongue rolled around the head of it. He looked up at Sam and then moved down to those balls again. He sucked them into his mouth. Sam moaned loudly. Precum leaked from Sam’s slit. Emory couldn’t resist tasting it. He took Sam’s cock back into his mouth. The stud’s body lurched, and he began to fuck Emory’s throat.
The slurping, moans, and choking sounds turned up the passion. Emory opened his mouth wider and slid nearly every inch of that massive cock down his throat. Sam lifted Emory’s mouth from his cock. The two men kissed, and then he pushed Emory on his back.
Sam pulled Emory’s pants and underwear. He quickly wrapped his hand around that long, thick, black cock. He lightly stroked it, and then he swallowed Emory’s cock down his throat. Sam’s mouth felt amazing. He moved up and down Emory’s cock with speed and grace.
“Holy shit,” Emory moaned as he ran his fingers through Sam’s wavy hair.
Sam looked up at him. The man looked fucking sexy with that black dick in his mouth and sex in his eyes. Those pink lips looked like they were fulfilling their purpose in life. He stroked Emory’s cock at the base as he blew him. The sensations sent Emory’s body into rotation.
“Play with my ass,” Sam instructed as he flicked his tongue across the slit of Emory’s cock.
Sam pushed his ass out. Emory reached behind him and grabbed hold of Sam’s booty cheeks. He pulled them apart and exposed Sam’s tight pink pucker to the air. He ran his finger across it and felt it twitch. Emory moved behind him and ran his tongue across Sam’s hole. He quickly began to kiss it and suck on it. Sam moaned and pushed more of his ass back against Emory’s face.
Emory slapped those cheeks and pushed his tongue inside of Sam’s ass. His tongue moved round and round. Sam’s moans became deep and desperate. Emory’s tongue ran down Sam’s taint and over those fat hanging balls.
“I want you to fuck me, Emory,” Sam panted as he pushed back.
Emory’s ear perked up. His heart fluttered. He wanted Sam badly. He removed his tongue and face from Sam’s ass. He positioned his cock and pushed it against the pucker. It slid right inside of Sam’s hot, tight ass. The feeling of those tight walls around that long dick was incredible.
“Fuck,” Sam cried. “Your dick feels so fucking good and big.”
Emory placed his hand on Sam’s ass cheek and began to fuck him. His cock moved in and out of him. Those cheeks bounced back and slapped against his body. He looked down and admired seeing his cock disappear inside of Sam’s anus.
“You’re so tight. It feels so good.” Emory couldn’t get past the feeling. He pounded harder into Sam.
He slowed down and rolled his hips. His cock twitched inside of Sam. Each stroke made him wet as it hit his prostate gland. Emory pounded harder and deeper inside of Sam. Their bodies connected in a way that was explosive, and the chemistry was impossible to ignore. They were the best sex ever for one another.
“I’m gonna cum if I don’t stop,” Emory gasped.
He pulled out of Sam’s wetness. Emory turned and bent over. Sam spread those dark cheeks and flicked his tongue across the hole. He rolled it across the tight pucker and then pushed it inside of Emory’s ass. His tongue quickly darted in and out of Emory’s ass. He slapped those cheeks and watched them clap.
Sam slapped the head of his cock against Emory’s hole. He pushed, and it popped inside. They both gasped. Sam began to move in and out of him. His thick cock instantly became covered in Emory’s ass juices. Emory bounced back and forth on Sam’s dick. The bed rocked and squeaked beneath them. Those heavy balls tapped that taint repeatedly.
“Samuel,” Emory moaned.
“I love it when you call me Samuel. Makes me fuck you harder,” he responded.
Emory gripped the sheets. His hole started to make squirting noises as Sam stroked him. Sam took him over and over. He pounded into him harder and deeper. Emory’s hard cock leaked precum all over the bed. His hole flexed and tightened around Sam’s dick.
“I want you to blow your load inside of me,” Sam whispered.
He pulled out of Emory and rolled him onto his back. Sam straddled him. He eased down onto that cock and began to bounce up and down on it. His massive tool swung back and forth as he rode Emory’s cock. The room filled with their pants and skin slapping sounds. Sam took hold of his cock and began to stroke. He threw his head back and rode Emory’s dick harder and faster.
“It feels so fucking good,” Sam exclaimed.
Emory ran his hands over Sam’s chest. He pinched and pulled those perfect, erect pink nipples. His hips began to thrust up faster and faster. His dick drove deeper and harder inside the man. Sam stroked his cock faster. The head began to turn red. His body tensed, and then he let out a scream. His cock exploded. He shot six ropes of hot cum all over Emory’s chest.
“I’m bout to cum. Holy shit,” Emory cried. He pushed up deep inside of Sam and blew his load inside of him.
The fireworks from the ball drop illuminated across the walls in the room.
“Happy New Year, babe,” Sam said to him.
Emory smiled with his entire heart. “Happy New Year, beautiful.”
Their noses grazed one another, and then they kissed passionately once again. The end of the year closed many old chapters, and the start of a new year brought with it a new couple. Samuel Horton and Emory Thornton…buckle in, second semester is going to be a ride!
TO BE CONTINUED
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