Boy meets Freedom & Truth
“Good Luck, Babe” by Chappell Roan played softly in the background. Sam leaned back against the desk with his arms crossed. Emory stood a foot or two from him in defensive mode. The warm room was filled with tension. The conversation was on repeat. It didn’t make sense to Emory either time it was held.
“You told him no?” Emory asked the question again as if the answer would somehow change. No matter how much he wanted it to change. The answer would still be the same, and only Sam could answer why.
Sam pushed up off his desk. He took a step toward Emory and reached out to place his hand on the young man’s arm. Emory stepped back and stood firm. Sam dropped his arm. He hated seeing him hurt. Especially hated knowing he was the cause of said hurt.
Sam pushed his dark hair out of his face. “I did. I didn’t do it to be mean, to lie, or hurt you. I owe him a conversation face-to-face.”
“I get it, and I wish I were a more mature enough person to handle this better, but the truth is I’m not. I don’t want to be part of whatever game is being played, Sam.”
“Emory, there is no game. Peter had been my boyfriend since I was in the 10th grade. I feel like I need to tell him to his face about us. That’s who I am. That’s what you like about me. Or am I wrong?”
“I like that you’re kind, sweet, and sensitive. Part of what makes me feel uneasy and hurt is that I think this unresolved tension between you and Peter will lead to more things between the two of you.”
“It won’t. You have to trust me. If you don’t trust me, we’re already doomed. I don’t want secrets between us. So I’m being honest with you.”
Emory exhaled as he felt the weight of the world fill his lungs. “I appreciate you being honest with me. You’re right, we’re already doomed.”
Sam twisted his face in confusion. “Because you don’t trust me?”
“I do trust you. We’re doomed because there is a secret between us. I’m keeping a secret. I’m ashamed and remorseful. Thanksgiving, Peter said you guys had broken up.”
Emory couldn’t finish the sentence. He struggled to get the words out because he knew it would crush Sam. He looked him in the eyes. Sam could see the sorrow that filled Emory’s eyes. It didn’t take much for Sam to put it together.
“I thought,” Emory choked. “I wanted it, and so we had sex. Then you came back, and he went with you, and whatever infatuation I had with him went out the window. I realized I was putting my all in the wrong person or man. I am so sorry.”
“You slept with him on Thanksgiving? You knew I knew he had fucked someone, and the entire time it was you.”
Silence fell on the room.
“ANSWER ME!” Sam’s voice was like a mighty waterfall. His eyes watered and his lips trembled.
“Yes.” The word rolled off Emory’s tongue like light from the sun.
“Damn it, Emory.” Sam ran his fingers threw his hair. He turned his back and walked toward the desk. He stopped and turned back around toward Emory. He shook his head in defeat. “Damn it.”
“I should go.” Emory’s voice was low and filled with regret.
Emory waited a second. He hoped that Sam would say something or anything to convince him to stay. There were no words spoken. He turned and walked out of the room.
***
Eli and Kade walked into the dining hall laughing. They spotted Emory sitting at the table alone. The two friends stopped laughing and made their way over. Kade’s heart began to race with each step. He’d seen the social media frenzy about Sam and Emory. It crushed him, but like a good friend, he swallowed it down.
“Hey,” Eli spoke. “You okay?”
Emory looked up from the table. “Yeah. Just the start of a new semester.”
“You can be honest,” Kade chimed in. “Is this about Sam? We saw the post during Christmas.”
Emory exhaled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect Sam to happen. Just as soon as I got him, I lost him. I spent every day since Christmas Eve with him. He was an unexpected breath of fresh air. I waited to tell him about Thanksgiving. I finally told him a few hours ago.”
“Wait, were you guys really dating?” Eli asked as they.
“He was my short-lived boyfriend,” Emory confessed.
Kade leaned back in his seat. “Wow!”
“Damn you bitches move fast,” Eli blurted out. “To think you knew nothing about being gay and was all on Peter’s dick. Now you're a queen hunni.”
Emory laughed. “I really want him.”
“So, he broke up with you for something you did before you dated?” Kade asked, seeking clarity.
“Well, not exactly.”
Eli blinked their eyes quickly. “The fuck does that mean?”
“It means I told him. He got mad, raised his voice, and I left before he could say anything else.”
“Oh, this bitch,” Eli exclaimed as they looked around in confusion. “Girl, go get your ridiculously ass gorgeous white chocolate ass boyfriend before someone else does.”
“What? No. He doesn’t want me.”
“You don’t know that,” Kade shouted. “You didn’t give him a chance. Even if he breaks it off, fight for him. Prove to him you’ll never hurt him. For a guy who wants a relationship, you sure run a lot.”
“What he said,” Eli agreed as they pointed at Kade.
Emory looked at both his friends. He took in their words and smiled. The young man jumped up and left them. He ran out of the building and across campus. With every step, he gained some understanding. There are some people and things in life worth fighting for. Sam was worth fighting for.
Emory stopped in front of the dorm room. He began to beat on the door. The door opened, and Sam’s eyes lit up just a bit.
“Hello,” Emory began. “I hurt you before I knew you. I kept something from you after I began to know you. You have every right to be angry and all the other emotions you feel. I am sorry, and I will never hurt you or keep anything from you again. I don’t want this to be the end. I will show up here every day begging for forgiveness and another chance, because I know together we could be great. Maybe even better than great.”
Silence! Emory’s eyes watched the rise and fall of Sam’s chest. He could feel that pull he felt on the train, and he just wanted to touch the man.
Sam inhaled and then exhaled. “You had me at hello.”
Emory chuckled. “Was that Jerry Maguire?”
“It was. I love a good cheesy rom-com. I don’t want us to end. I care about you and us. I don’t want any secrets between us. Also, you have to do certain things to get off punishment.”
“Name 'em.”
“Every Wednesday night, you’ll sleep over and watch a rom-com of my choosing. Those dance videos I told you about, I want to see them posted online because I want everyone to know how talented my boyfriend is. Lastly, you have to do my laundry for the month. I hate the laundry room. Those are my terms.”
Emory smirked as he moved his head playfully from side to side. “I accept. However, I have one request of you.”
“This isn’t how this works. I’m not in trouble.” Sam laughed as he finished his statement.
“Doesn’t matter. I have a request.”
“What’s your request?” Sam asked. His voice was low and charming.
“I want you to start back running at your full potential so that I can cheer my boyfriend on. I’ll even go to practice with you.”
“I could be persuaded to do that. If this make-up sex we’re about to have is going to be good,” he told him as he pulled Emory into the room.
The second Emory was in the room the door closed. Sam pushed Emory back on the bed and straddled him. He kissed Emory’s soft lips and then rolled his tongue across them. Sam began to plant his lips all over Emory. He dragged his tongue across his collarbone, down his chest, over his erect nipples, and down his stomach. Every lick and kiss sent thrilling sensations through Emory’s body.
“You make me feel good,” Emory admitted.
“It’s. My. Favorite. Thing. To. Do.” Sam confessed between each kiss.
Sam moved lower. His face hovered over Emory’s erection. It strained against the fabric of his underwear, dying for freedom. Sam kissed it through the underwear, and Emory sighed with pleasure. Sam pulled the fabric back and glided his tongue along the shaft and head of Emory’s dark meat.
“Oh shit, Samuel,” Emory moaned.
That cock stood at attention. Sam engulfed the entire throbbing meat into his mouth. His head quickly moved up and down. Those wet lips were like a gift that kept giving. Sam maneuvered his body and swung the lower half of his body around. His underwear was gone, and he put his bare ass in Emory’s face as he kept sucking that cock.
Emory quickly attacked that tight pink pucker. His tongue swiped it, and then he pushed against it. His tongue wiggled around inside of Sam, tasting every part of him. Sam continued to nurse that cock. His tongue wrapped around the shaft. Emory spread his cheeks wider. His tongue darted in and out of him. He loved the taste of Sam and those firm, white cheeks.
“Eat my hole, baby,” Sam groaned.
Emory rolled Sam onto his back. He took that massive python of a cock into his mouth. Sam’s eyes rolled. He began to thrust up into Emory’s mouth. He fucked his throat over and over as he moaned. Emory’s lips felt heavenly around his fat tool. Sam pulled at Emory’s waist.
The ebony stud flipped his body and planted his chocolate cakes on Sam’s face. Sam viciously ate that chocolate cake. His tongue swirled around the ring of Emory’s ass. He pulled those fat and fluffy cheeks apart. His tongue dug deep as his cock continued to push in and out of Emory’s tight hole.
Sam flipped Emory onto his back. He straddled the man once again. Sam reached back and took Emory’s hard cock in his hand. He lined it up with his eager hole and slid down on it. The head popped in, followed by the rest of the shaft. Sam let out a gasp and began to bounce up and down on Emory’s dick. Sam cuffed those cheeks in his hand. The two men kissed.
“Fuck me, baby,” Sam moaned lowly. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“FUCK,” Emory shouted as he rolled his eyes and curled his toes.
Emory raised his hip up and down to keep pace with Sam’s movements. He wrapped his hand around Sam’s thick tool. He stroked the man as they fucked. Sam bounced up and down harder and faster. He squatted and rode Emory’s cock. His moist hole flexed around that chocolate member. He bounced harder and faster. His hungry hole ate every inch of that dick.
Everything in the world faded as they fucked. Emory couldn’t get enough of Sam. His cock piston in and out of the man. Sam bounced faster on it. The twin bed in the room squeaked and rocked against the wall. Those cheeks clapped and bounced. Emory placed his hand on Sam’s waist and helped bounce him up and down on that pole.
Sam pressed his nose against Emory’s. His dark hair fell forward and covered their faces. Their lips touched, and an explosion of a kiss transpired between them. Sam slid his tongue inside of Emory’s mouth. He rocked his body back and forth faster and faster. Those anal walls clenched around that fat tool.
Emory gasped. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”
Emory pushed deep inside of Sam, and his cock exploded. He filled the man’s hole with his seed. Emory’s entire body tensed. His body trembled in the aftermath. His semi-hard cock slipped out of Sam’s tight, moist hole.
“I’m sorry,” Emory apologized.
“Why?”
“I came too fast,” he admitted. “It was so fucking good.” He laughed as he finished the sentence.
“Trust me, you make it really hard for me not to cum fast,” Sam told him as he gave him sweet pecks on the lips.
“Oh my God,” Emory said as his face twisted in shock.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“I’m hard again. There’s another load in there.”
Sam rolled onto his back and spread his legs open. His gaping hole dripped with cum. Emory bit his bottom lip. He pushed his cock back inside of Sam. He began to pound his tight hole. Every thrust made Sam cock and balls bounce. He fucked the sluttiest and deepest moans out of Sam. The man began to stroke his massive cock.
“Fuck me. Shit,” Sam moaned.
Emory worked the lower half of his body. His hips moved round and round as they raised and lowered. Each time, he pushed his cock deeper into Sam. The man placed his hands on Emory’s fat ass and felt those cheeks bounce and clap as he fucked him. Those perfect balls slammed into the man’s cheeks repeatedly. He flipped Sam onto his stomach and slapped that ass.
He pounded that wet hole deeper and deeper. Each stroke was better and more powerful than the last. Sam’s toes curled, and he spread his legs wider. His cock rubbed against the bed. Those cheeks bounced. That ass felt like a precious jewel. Emory could feel his second load building. He pulled out of him. Sam flipped over and they kissed again.
“I want to cum inside of you.” Sam’s voice was low and needy. He stroked his cock with heat in his eyes.
Emory fell back on the bed and spread his legs. Sam wet his cock and then pushed it against Emory’s pucker. The head slipped right in. His cock moved deep inside the man. They fit like pieces of a puzzle. Sam began to fuck him. His long and thick dick moved in and out of Emory. The stud wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist.
“Fuck that ass, baby,” Emory cried.
That dick slammed deep inside of him. Emory’s hole became wet. He dripped with juices inside. Sam’s cock pressed against that magic button in him. He could feel those balls against his cheeks and Sam’s pubes brushing against him. He knew Sam was balls deep inside of him.
Sam’s cock spread him wide. Sam drilled into him. He loved the feel of those tight velvet walls around his dick. He shoved his tongue inside of Emory’s mouth. He fucked him harder, faster, and deeper. His cock stroked every inch of Emory’s walls. He could feel those pink walls turn into mush around his cock.
“Paint my dick pink with your perfect pussy,” He groaned.
Emroy began to stroke his cock as his anal walls began to massage Sam’s cock. They pulled him deeper inside. Sam rolled him onto his side. He lifted Emory’s leg and began to pound him deeper and harder. His cock swelled inside that tight ass. Emory stroked his rod.
“I’m gonna cum, babe,” Sam exclaimed.
Sam fucked deeper into him. His balls pounded the man’s backside harder. His cock twitched and then exploded with semen. Sam slid his tongue back inside of Emory’s mouth. His cock pumped hot cum deep inside of him. Emory’s cock erupted with a second load.
“That was amazing,” Sam panted. “You’re totally mine.”
“So, I’m like your man, your man, your man,” Emory playfully said.
Sam chuckled. “My man. My man. My man,” he said between sweet kisses.
The two cuddled together and eventually drifted off to sleep. Sam awakened sometime later. His cock was nestled in the valley of Emory’s ass. He smiled and kissed Emory’s neck as he caressed the side of his face. The door opened and Marcel stepped into the room.
“Oh shit! My bad, bro,” Marcel apologized as he closed and locked the door.
“It’s all good,” Sam said softly as not to wake Emory.
Marcel glanced at Emory and then raised his eyebrow. “I guess the rumors are true. You’re dating Emory.”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Sam smiled at the revelation.
“Oh shit! I knew it. I told you that day we all played volleyball that I could see something between you two.”
Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I’ll tell you all about it. Just know he’s going to be around a lot.”
“I’m just glad you got rid of Peter.” Marcel stripped out of his clothes as he said it.
Marcel climbed into bed. He turned his back toward them and went to sleep.
“So am I,” Sam finally mumbled lowly.
He kissed Emory’s neck once more and pulled their bodies closer. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Emory opened his eyes and smiled. He’d heard the entire conversation, and it was just the reassurance he needed. He was right where he belonged!
TO BE CONTINUED
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