Boy meets ex-girlfriend
Emory and Sam moved through the airport holding hands, their arms swung back and forth like a couple who had just pledged their undying love to one another. The air felt light and magical. The mood was practically whimsical. The sound of travelers moving about and the smell of coffee and bagels in the crowded airport elevated their senses. To be young and smitten in New York was a feeling that couldn’t be put into proper words.
“Emory.” Her soft Southern, polished voice floated through the air.
Emory stopped moving, let go of Sam’s hand, and slowly turned around. Sam looked down at the hand that once held Emory’s. He turned around as well. He was instantly taken aback by Danielle’s beauty. She had a radiant smile, and her long, flowing, dark hair was full of life. Her eyes were big and bright. She screamed Southern Belle in the best of ways.
“Danielle? What are you doing here?” Emory asked her. He sounded like a kid who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I came out with a friend for New Year’s Eve,” she answered politely. “You know how mama gets around this time of year.” She glanced over at Sam. Her eyes peeled back his layers. “Who is this?”
“S-sorry,” Emory stammered. “This is my uhm-this is-this is-“
“Sam,” Sam cut in and finished the introduction. “I’m Sam.” He held his hand out to formally make the introduction.
Danielle smiled at him and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Sam. “I’m Danielle. I’m the ex-girlfriend.” She looked at Emory and giggled. “Emory, you’ve been a busy boy since our breakup. What happened to Peter?”
Sam’s smile dropped at the mention of Peter’s name. Emory's eyes bugled, and his nose flared. The mention of Peter was like setting off dynamite in a packed stadium.
“There never was a Peter. I mean, aside from what I told you,” Emory quickly answered.
She twisted her face in confusion and asked, “I thought he was the guy that you liked?”
“Sam is Peter’s ex-boyfriend,” he informed her, hoping it would get her to stop talking.
She raised an eyebrow and looked over at Sam once again. Sam stood tall and toned. His wavy dark hair dropped slightly past his ears, his eyes sparkled with a special light, and his energy was positive.
“Well, I think you upgraded,” she said.
Emory blushed inside. Sam smirked and nodded his head. His hair bounced with his movements.
“When did you guys break up?” Sam asked.
“Right before Halloween. I came for a visit, and Emory confessed he was gay.”
“You didn’t believe me. You thought I was confused and unsure of what I actually liked.”
Danielle nodded her head briefly. “I did.”
“Was the breakup rough?” Sam asked them as he glanced back and forth between the two. “I mean, it doesn’t seem like there’s any bad vibes between the two of you.”
“It was beautiful, actually,” Danielle admitted. There was a sliver of admiration in her voice.
THE BREAKUP…MONTHS AGO:
Peter wrapped his hand around Emory’s cock and stroked it as they kissed. Emory lost himself in Peter’s touch and kiss. His body melted like snow exposed to the warmth of the sun. His heart raced, and his tongue explored the inside of Peter’s mouth. The kiss finally broke.
Peter panted and whispered, “Feels like you’re gay and that’s how I expect you to stay.”
With those words, he turned and walked away. Emory was left sure of his sexuality but confessed all the more about things with Peter. He knew in his heart what needed to be done. He needed to free Danielle. Emory walked back to his dorm.
“You can do this, Emory. You have to do this,” he kept telling himself over and over.
He opened the door and found Danielle up. She was sitting in his bed listening to “Snooze” by SZA. She tossed his long, flowing hair back over her shoulder. She turned her head softly and cast her eyes upon Emory. She could see the anguish written all over his face.
“You don’t have to be sad. You just have to say it,” she told him.
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know I was like this. Then I met Peter, and he made me see myself that night. I promise I didn’t know. Now I do know, and I can’t put it back in the box. I’m gay.”
“I know. I didn’t want it to be true. I always liked you, Emory. You were quiet and innocent. You were just a good guy, and every girl at some point really wants a good guy. You still are a good guy, and we both deserve to be happy.” A tear rolled from her eye as she spoke.
Emory blurted out, “You didn’t deserve this. I don’t know how to make things better for you. I’ll do anything so you don’t hurt. If I could be straight, I would. I promise I would.”
She held her hand up to silence him. Emory stopped talking. For a beat, the room was silent. Only the wind knocking gently against the window could be heard.
“Don’t apologize for being who you are. We can’t control that. All we can do now is move forward with grace. We’ll always be friends. Promise me that.”
“I promise.”
“Good.” Danielle climbed out of the bed and wrapped her arms around Emory. “Now I’ve got to hear all about this Peter boy who stole my boyfriend away.”
They both let out a loud laugh in the middle of their sobs. Emory told her all about Peter. That night was the first time Emory opened up to someone who knew him from home. It felt nice to not have any secrets with someone who knew the old him.
BACK TO PRESENT:
“Well, they are calling my flight,” Danielle informed them. “It was nice meeting you, Sam. Emory, we’ll talk soon.”
She kissed Emory on the cheek and gave Sam a polite smile. Danielle turned and began to walk away. Emory inhaled and exhaled.
“Danielle,” he called out to her.
She spun around, tossed her hair back, and gave him a smile.
“Sam’s my boyfriend. I don’t know why I didn’t say it first. This is my boyfriend,” he said as he took hold of Sam’s hand.
“Well, I must say you two make a beautiful couple. Not as beautiful as we were, but beautiful nonetheless.”
The two smiled at one another. She turned and walked away. Emory turned and faced Sam. Sam had a smile so big and bright on his face. The corners of his mouth touched his jaw. That’s how big his smile was.
“What?” Emory asked.
“Boyfriend? So, we’re together together?” Sam asked, mostly playful.
“Was that wrong? I can call her back.”
Sam shook his head. He wrapped his arm around Emory and kissed him in the middle of the airport.
“Thor is my boyfriend,” Sam mumbled. “We really do look good together.”
“I know, right. Samuel and Emory,” Emory said with a smile.
***
The fasten seat belt sign finally turned off. Sam took hold of his hand and guided him toward the back of the plane. Emory followed Sam inside the small bathroom. Sam closed the door and locked it.
“Really? You want to join the Mile High Club?’ Emory asked with a teasing smile.
“With you? Yes,” Sam answered him as he chewed seductively on his bottom lip.
Emory slightly moved toward him, and instantly Sam closed the distance between them. He pressed his sexy pink lips firmly against Emory’s tasty, fat, moist lips. It was the sweetest yet most lustful kiss they had yet to share. As they kissed, the two exchanged saliva and tongues.
The feel of Sam’s sexy body made Emory blush inside. The chocolate stud began to slowly kiss his way down Sam’s gorgeous, athletic body. He got on his knees and pulled Sam’s pants down. Sam began to pant heavily. The thrill of what they were doing and where they were doing it turned him on. He felt a rush of heat in his blood.
Emory watched those pants fall and expose those dark briefs. Sam’s erection curved to the right. The size of that perfect white cock always left Emory stunned. The sight of it excited and made Emory hungry for it. He pulled the boxer’s down, and the long, cut cock popped out. Sam was truly perfection in Emory’s mind. He ran his hands over those two medium-sized walnuts that hung perfectly.
“I can never get over how big your dick is,” Emory mumbled to himself.
Sam breathed out, “It’s all yours. Do with what you please, Thor.”
He gently wrapped his hand around the warm, throbbing flesh. He gently stroked it as Sam watched him with his gorgeous eyes. Emory loved the idea of Sam’s cock belonging to him. He opened his mouth and swallowed every inch of flesh as if he had been born for Sam and Sam alone. Sam shoved his fingers in his mouth as he tried to stifle his moans.
“Yes…suck it,” he choked on his words.
Emory began to move his head back and forth. His tongue slithered around the member. He coated it with his saliva. Evey so often he’d run his thick tongue across Sam’s beautiful balls. Sam slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He fed Emory more and more of his cock. Just as Sam’s balls began to churn, he pulled Emory to his feet. Emory bent over the sink. His eyes met Sam’s eyes in the mirror. Sam moved directly behind him. They smiled at one another.
Sam told him, “I’ll eat it later. Right now, I want to cum inside of you.”
Emory nodded his head. Sam pulled the man's pants and underwear down. He admired those gorgeous, thick, and round chocolate cakes. He ran his hand across them. They were smooth and soft. It was the perfect ass, and Sam wanted to devour it. He ran his thumb across that tight, moist hole. He felt it throb, and he knew Emory was ready.
Saliva dropped from his mouth onto the head of his cock. He smeared his penis with it. Nothing was going to stop him from taking Emory’s ass. He lined his cock up with the waiting hole, and he pushed. Their eyes met as Sam’s cock pushed against the pucker. The head broke through, and the rest of Sam’s length slid in with ease. Both their eyes widened with pleasure.
Emory let out a loud moan as Sam took his sweet ass. That tight chocolate hole was warm and moist. The whole scene felt like something right out of a porno. He wrapped his arms around Emory’s chest and began to fuck him. His cock moved in and out of him. Each thrust made a clapping sound. Someone pulled on the bathroom door, and they froze. They looked at the door, and when it seemed the coast was clear, Sam began to fuck Emory’s hole again.
“Oh my God,” Emory moaned quietly.
“You feel so good around my cock,” Sam exclaimed. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
Those words and the idea of being taken all night made Emory shiver. Sam watched in amazement as his cock disappeared inside of the man over and over. He dug deep inside of him and completely rearranged Emory’s insides once again. His cock moved through him with force that translated into passion and pleasure. Emory stood upright as Sam took him. Sam wrapped his arms around Emory’s upper body as their bodies slapped together.
Emory took Sam's hand and began to suck his fingers. He slammed his backside into Sam’s pelvis. The soft sounds of their skin slapping echoed. Emory’s hole began to drip with juices. Sam cock pressed into the man’s prostate repeatedly. The plane suddenly jolted as it hit a bit of turbulence. Sam’s cock jumped inside Emory as their bodies moved with the plane.
“Holy shit,” they both softly expressed their feelings.
Their eyes met again, and they laughed quietly. Sam resumed stroking Emory’s insides. His balls tapped against Emory’s balls. He pushed his cock deeper inside the stud. Emory took hold of his fat dick and began to stroke and twist it. His cock was leaking precum all over the floor and sink.
“Harder,” Emory grunted.
Sam began to suck on his neck as he fucked him harder. As he pushed himself deeper inside of Emory, he tapped all the special places inside the man. Emory’s cock swung back and forth, fully aroused and leaking like a runny faucet. Sam slapped him on his backside and watched those cheeks shake. Emory began to bounce back and forth on Sam’s thick, hungry cock. The pleasure felt so intense that Sam bit down on Emory’s shoulder.
Sam could feel the cum churn in his balls. His wavy hair bounced as his body swayed and rocked in and out of Emory. He held the man tighter and plowed harder and deeper. The sound of their bodies grew louder. He didn’t care. The rush and thrill were far too great.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered. “You gonna cum?”
“Yes,” Emory confessed.
Emory stroked his cock harder and faster. The precum from his slit had become his lube. His erection was lathered in it as he worked his cock. Sam slammed into him one last time and burned his face in the crook of Emory’s neck. He let out a groan as his cock splattered those anal walls with cum.
Emory stroked his cock a few more times. His dick twitched and then fired three long ropes of cum. Some of it splattered against the bathroom mirror and the sink.
“Holy shit! That was amazing,” Sam laughed as he pulled his spent cock out of Emory’s hole.
They fixed their clothing and cleaned up traces of their sexual encounter. Sam opened the door to the bathroom, and an elderly female flight attendant was standing there. She had her arms crossed and a dissatisfied look on her face.
“You two should be ashamed of yourselves,” she chastised them.
“I was sick, and my brother was just trying to make sure I was okay. I have a fear of flying,” Emory lied most convincingly. He sounded like a wounded creature.
“Brother?” She asked, her stone face softened. The words and tone from Emory played with her humanity.
Emory dropped his head and answered. “I’m adopted. I never knew my birth parents. I told my egg-headed brother here that I didn’t want to fly and that we should take the train back to Portland. He said it would be smooth, and I should stop being a sissy about it. He knows how scared I get of flying.”
“Well, you have to grow up at some point,” Sam jumped in, playing the role Emory had assigned him in the game, “Mom and Dad have done nothing but shelter you since they brought you home,” Sam concluded. He sounded just like an arrogant older brother who was seemingly always annoyed with his young sibling.
“You try being the only black person in our neighborhood,” Emory raised his voice.
Sam rolled his eyes and huffed. “You try being white! It’s not so easy, Em.”
“NOT EASY?!” Emory shouted.
The flight attendant laughed nervously as she looked around the plane.
“Okay, boys,” she began. “How about we try to smooth things out. I’m so sorry you feel different.”
She lovingly stroked Emory’s shoulder. She truly felt for him in the moment.
She cleared her throat. “We have some seats available in First Class. How about I put you there free of charge?”
“Only if my brother can come with me. Despite his obvious ignorance, he’s a really good person.”
She looked at Sam and sighed. “Of course.”
She turned and walked ahead of them. Sam turned toward Emory.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Sam asked with a curious tone.
Emory shrugged. “I don’t know. You want to find out or go fly First Class?”
Sam grinned. “First Class. We’re definitely role-playing tonight, just so you know.”
They found their seats in first class. Sam opened his IG, and there was a message from Peter. It made him feel cringe just seeing Peter’s name while he was with Emory.
It read: Are you seriously dating him?
Attached to the question was the image of Sam and Emory from their train ride. Sam glanced over at Emory. He typed a one-word response. It read: NO!
***
Danielle walked out of the bathroom stall. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood at the sink and then splashed water across her face. Her best friend, Amber, approached her.
Amber asked with a bit of annoyance, “Still think that pregnancy test was wrong, or are you ready to admit that you’re pregnant?”
“I can admit it,” Danielle confessed reluctantly. She had no choice but to accept it. All the signs were there.
“Is Chad the father?” Amber asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
There was a beat. Danielle thought about her encounters with Chad. She knew the truth. There was only one night when she failed to act responsibly.
“No. I didn’t use protection either time that night with Emory. I was always safe with Chad,” she answered truthfully.
Amber’s mouth dropped. “Damn girl. Emory might be gay, but his sperm is a straight savage.”
“I don’t think I can have this baby,” she uttered quietly as if the words spoken were forbidden or taboo.
“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you all the way through. I know Chad will as well,” Amber reassured her.
Danielle placed her hand on her belly and gave it a rub. Damn, the second semester was already off to a crazy start, and from the look of things, it was only going to get crazier.
TO BE CONTINUED
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