Boy meets love
The sun hadn’t come out yet, and the moon was missing. Everyone in the world was asleep. It was the perfect hour to be up in the world. Snow had fallen once again. Emory walked into the gymnasium. Sam was sprinting around the indoor track field. Emory stood off to the side and watched Sam with a bright smile on his face. Their eyes met with that magic they always had for one another.
“Hey,” Sam said, suddenly breathless.
Emory grinned. “Hey.”
“You look good and cold. Want me to warm you up?” His cheeks reddened.
“Maybe,” Emory smiled.
“I remember when I first met you,” Sam began. “I saw you walking into the administrative building. It was your first day. You didn’t see me, but I saw you. And I thought…” He swallowed. “God, he’s beautiful.”
Emory’s breath stilled.
“And I didn’t know who you were yet,” Sam continued, “but I knew I’d never forget you. I never did.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” Emory asked.
Sam inhaled, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. Not a card. Not a gift bag. Just a single sheet torn from a notebook. He handed it over with trembling fingers.
“I wrote something,” he murmured, “and I figured…you could read it when you’re ready.”
Emory opened it right then and there. Sam smiled weakly
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Sam’s voice trembled.
Sam’s handwriting was messy, uneven, and rushed. His words, though, were deliberate.
You make the world quieter for me.
You make me feel seen.
You feel like home in ways I didn’t know I needed.
I don’t know what love is supposed to look like, but if it has something to do with you…I’m okay with figuring it out slowly.
Emory’s eyes lifted from the page, glossy with emotion.
“Sam,” he whispered. ‘This is…”
Sam panicked. “Stupid? Not good enough? Lame?”
“No,” Emory said firmly. “It’s perfect.”
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sam. He pressed their foreheads together. The cold air between them disappeared.
“I was never good at this holiday. As much as I love rom coms. I could never nail Valentine’s Day,” Sam confessed.
“It’s okay. I have the day planned for us.”
***
Eli moved down the hall quickly. They were running late for their second class of the morning. Eli heard the door to the right of them open. Someone quickly yanked their arm and pulled them into a dark room.
“What the hell,” Eli yelled.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Jacobi’s deep, smooth voice broke through the dark.
“Jacboi?”
The light flicked on. Jacobi stood there looking like a beefy jock stud with a delicious grin plastered across his face. Eli chuckled and rolled their eyes.
“This is your idea of romance?”
“No, Jacobi answered. “I figured we could fool around some.”
“That’s why you pulled me into a supply closet? To fool around? Do I get a gift at least?”
“This dick,” Jacobi said matter-of-factly.
Eli scoffed. “That’s not a gift.”
“What? Why are you asking about a gift? We’re casually fooling around.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want to casually fool around anymore. Maybe I want something meaningful with someone.”
“You’ve been hanging around Emory too long.”
“And maybe you haven’t hung around enough. Like seriously…what is so wrong with wanting more from someone?”
“Because I’m not fucking gay,” he shouted. “I like to fuck. A hole is a hole at the end of the day.”
Eli backed away from Jacobi. Their heart broke just a little bit. Jacobi instantly regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he reached out to touch Eli.
Eli pulled away from Jacobi’s touch. “Don’t be. Your honesty was refreshing and needed. I’m queer and nonbinary. I’m attracted to men, and I want a guy who wants me because they see me and values me. I don’t want to just be some hole for a dude to plug his dick in. No matter how good it is.”
Eli turned their back and walked out of the room. The door closed, and Jacobi blew air and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Fuck,” he groaned in frustration.
***
Emory and Sam walked hand in hand across the campus under the moonlight. Emory was bundled up in a black peacoat, and Sam with a hoodie and a blue jacket. Students rushed across the quad with red gift bags, pink balloons, and the occasional oversized teddy bear.
“I almost got you one of those,” Sam pointed out at the teddy bear.
“No, the hell you didn’t,” Emory responded with a laugh.
Sam stopped walking and pulled Emory against his body. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. Emory kissed him back with fever.
“I did, and you would have loved it because it was from me,” Sam said firmly.
“You’re right. Now let’s go eat.”
Sam grinned. “Am I eating you or what?”
“Later, if you’re good. Right now, Waffle House.”
Sam blinked. “You want Waffle House on Valentine’s Day?”
Emory smirked. “I want you in a booth across from me with greasy hash browns. That’s so rom-com coded.”
Sam threw his head back and laughed. They walked off the campus toward the neon-lit diner that did not deserve to be as busy as it was on Valentine’s night. They squeezed into a tiny booth. Their knees touched under the table. A waitress dropped off waters and asked…
“You two want the Valentine’s special?”
“What’s that?” Sam asked.
“Two waffles in the shape of hearts,” she said, deadpan. “Absolutely awful presentation. No refunds.”
Emory pointed at Sam. “He wants it.”
Sam groaned. “You’re evil.”
While they waited, Emory slid a box across the table. “Your gift. It may not be as emotional as your gift this morning at the track field.”
Sam opened it slowly. Inside was a keychain shaped like a tiny running shoe. Someone had drawn a little face on it with a Sharpie.
Sam burst out laughing. “What? Why does it have eyes?”
“For emotional support,” Emory told him. “I know getting back out there to run isn’t easy for you after everything, but I want you to know I’ll always be there to support you, even when I can’t be there.
Sam wiped a tear from laughing and from the tenderness. “I love this. It’s ridiculously sweet.”
“You’re my safe place. I didn’t know people our age could feel this deeply. But I feel it with you. I’m not ready to say everything out loud, but I want you to know…I’m headed there. I’m headed there with you.”
Sam’s chest tightened. A slow warmth spread through him. He took hold of Emory’s hand and kissed it gently. He opened his backpack and pulled out a small red bag.
“I actually did get you a gift.”
Emory’s eyes lit up. He quickly opened it. He gasped. It was a silver frame and a picture of the two of them at the New Year’s Eve mixer. They were gazing into the eyes of one another. They looked hopelessly and helplessly in love.
“Sam…how?”
“Joey took the picture that night. He slid into my DM’s the next day and sent it to me. He wanted me to know I had a baddie. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I just hope you’re with me. With me as a best friend, partner, boyfriend, or my world. I just want you there always. No pressure. Whenever you’re lonely or mad at me, you can always see the moment you became mine.”
Emory looked up at him with watery eyes.
“Sam, I’m ready to say it. I love you.”
Sam smiled. “I love you too.”
The heart-shaped waffles came out. They were absolutely hideous. They took photos of them anyway. Emory posted a TikTok of Sam making a dramatic, sarcastic “romantic” toast with his fork.
“So, Samuel Horton, what’s your favorite rom-com?”
“Easy,” he declared. “Our story.”
“Our story? That’s cheating?”
“No, we’re like Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks in “You’ve Got Mail.” So, I guess that would be my favorite. What’s yours?”
“Tell you after the arcade.”
Emory jumped up from the table and ran out of the restaurant. Sam ran behind him. Peter stood across the street and watched the two men who had once wanted his attention give all their attention to one another. He turned around and headed back to his dorm room. Seeing the two of them had taken his appetite away.
***
The campus Bed & Breakfast was cozy; it was tucked away behind oak trees and half-buried under the snow. The room was clean and sweet. A four-poster bed with maroon quilts and a round window that overlooked the snowy quad. In the corner was a stone fireplace. It flickered with orange and gold.
“You’re kidding.” Sam froze as they stepped inside. “Emory?”
“Thought you’d like it,” Emory said softly.
Sam walked in slowly. He let the warmth him. The crackle of the fire filled him. “Emory…this is…wow.”
Emory rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted something special for us, you know? Not fancy or anything. It took me longer than you to see how good we could be together. I’m all in.”
Sam turned around and looked at him.
“Come here, beautiful,” Sam said as he gestured him over with a finger. His voice was hushed but full.
Emory tried to act casual as he moved toward him, but he was full of pride. He stood in front of Sam with a heart full and open.
“No one has ever done anything like this for me before,” he confessed.
“I’m honored to be the first. You mean so much to me. I’d do anything for you.”
“Even make love and fuck at the same time?”
“Yes. Take off your clothes, Horton.”
Sam and Emory took a seat at the foot of the bed next to one another. They gazed into each other’s eyes, and the world melted away from existence. They gently leaned into one another, and their lips met with magic. They began their kiss of seduction. Soft, tender, and passionate kisses flowed between them. Emory ran his hand over Sam’s balls. Even through his dark boxer briefs, he could feel Sam’s baby makers moving.
Sam rolled onto his back and pulled Emory onto his lap. Emory rolled his ass across Sam’s erection. He could feel Emory’s cock pressed against his chest through the underwear. His eyes slid down Emory’s gorgeous body and landed on the outline of his thick penis.
Sam flipped Emory onto his back and spread those dark legs. He gripped the waistband of Emory’s underwear and tugged them down. That hard dick flopped out and slapped Emory against his stomach. Sam wrapped his hand around it and then took the tip into his mouth.
“Oooh,” Emory moaned gently.
Sam opened his mouth wider and took all of it down his throat. He swallowed it to the base and began to move his head up and down that chocolate dick. His long tongue rolled around the shaft and then over Emroy’s big, round balls. Sam moved lower, his tongue traced over Emory’s taint, and then it slid along his tight pucker. Sam’s tongue rolled around the wrinkled dark flesh.
“Fuck. That feels so good.” Emory’s voice was filled with delirious passion.
Emory’s cock throbbed in the man’s hand. It pulsed and spewed out precum. The veins expanded in the shaft. Sam moved back up and swallowed that cock. Emory placed his hand on the back of the stud’s head. His fingers gripped that dark, wavy hair. He thrust his hips and began to fuck Sam’s throat. Emory moaned louder as Sam gagged around that black beauty of a dick.
Emory pulled his dripping wet cock from Sam’s mouth. He quickly moved behind his boyfriend. He pulled those underwear off Sam. Those glorious cheeks revealed themselves. The sight made Emory’s mouth water. He slapped those cheeks and then pulled them apart. Sam’s perfect pink hole winked at him.
Emory quickly buried his face between those cheeks. His tongue rolled over that pucker. Sam moaned and instantly began to bounce back and forth on his tongue. His body rocked, and his toes curled. Emory’s tongue pushed inside and swirled around those pink pussy walls. He removed his tongue and ran his fingers across the pucker.
“Fuck,” Sam panted.
Emory slid a finger into Sam’s hot chute. Those anal walls throbbed around the digit. Emory pulled his finger out and resumed licking and sucking on the pucker. His mouth made naughty noises, and his tongue performed world-famous tricks in Sam’s anus. He alternated between his tongue and finger. Both of his body parts fucked Sam’s hole.
“I want it, babe.” Sam sounded like a man deep in heat.
The heat in his anus spread through his entire body. He twisted his body seductively. Emory spat on his cock and smeared it around. He lined it up with Sam’s waiting hole and pushed it inside. They both let out a loud gasp. Sam looked back over his shoulder with a devious smile on his face. Emory quickly began to drill his cock in and out of Sam’s hole. The room instantly filled with the clapping sounds of skin-to-skin contact and pelvis to ass.
“Fuck yes,” Sam cried.
“You feel so fucking good,” Emory exclaimed.
Emory wrapped his arms around the stud's body. He pulled him back on his cock. Sam began to bounce back on Emory’s fat rod. He fucked himself as his massive rod swayed back and forth between his legs. Sam fell flat on the bed. Emory took a sitting position and dug his ass out. Those black balls pounded into the white, pinkish taint. Emory pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it back inside of Sam’s hole.
“Fuck me! Oh shit,” he cried.
Sam’s hole dripped with fluids. He completely painted that dark cock white. Emory pulled out and rolled onto his back. Sam straddled him and began to bounce up and down on the pole. He rolled and rocked his hips. Sweat dripped from his body. Emory slapped his ass cheeks and then cuffed them as he fucked him without mercy.
“My turn,” Emory breathed.
Sam rolled his tongue across Emory’s lips and then kissed him. Sam eased off Emory’s cock, spread the man’s legs, and then slowly inched his massive vein-bulging cock inside that tight ass. Emory tossed his head back and let Sam ease every inch inside of him.
“Oh shit. It’s so fucking big,” Emory panted.
“You love it?” Sam asked as he began to stroke Emory’s erection.
“I love it,” Emory confessed.
Sam began to fuck Emory’s hole. He drove his cock deep inside the man. He quickly began to pound him. His cock spread those walls and showed them no mercy. Emory cried and moaned as his hole was ravaged.
“FUCK,” Emory shouted.
Sam slowed his strokes. He wrapped his hand around Emory’s throat and rolled his hips and body as he slowly fucked the man. He drove his dick deeper and deeper with each stroke. He flipped on his back, and Emory began to ride his fat dick. He bounced up and down on it.
Those dark cheeks clapped and bounced as they connected with Sam’s thick thighs. Emory’s hole creamed. He rode Sam’s cock faster and faster. Sam wrapped his hand around Emory’s cock and stroked it faster.
“Fuck me, Horton!” Emory sounded like a man on fire, and he was. His insides were on fire in the best way possible.
Sam put him on his hands and knees. He drilled him from behind. Those cheeks clapped. Emory arched his back and took Sam’s impressive assault on his anus. He drove deeper inside of him. He fucked him hard and fast. He pounded Emory over and over. His cock pressed against the man’s prostate gland repeatedly.
“Whose pussy is this?” Sam asked through gritted teeth.
“It’s yours,” Emory told him.
“It’s mine?”
“Yes. Yes. BAABBYY!”
Sam drove his cock deeper into him. The hole sounded like a gushy wet mess. It squirted with each and every thrust. He drilled deeper inside of him. Emory could feel Sam’s cock swell inside of him. Sam pounded him recklessly. His cock twitched inside of Emory. He slammed into him once more with all his force.
“SHIT!” Sam cried.
His ass cheeks clenched together, and he unloaded ropes of hot cum inside of Emory’s anus. The throbbing sensation of Sam’s cock sent Emory over the edge. He stroked his cock a few times and then unloaded all over the bed.
“Fuck,” Emory cried as his cock blew.
“That was fucking incredible,” Sam said as he collapsed on the bed.
***
The campus Valentine’s Day mixer was filled with singles and couples. Sam and Emory found themselves on the dance floor swaying together to “No.1 Party Anthem” by Arctic Monkeys. They were completely lost in one another.
Across campus, Kade sat quietly in his dorm room. He strolled mindlessly through TikTok. The hurt and rejection came roaring back when he stumbled across Emory’s TikTok of his Valentine’s Day date with Sam. He closed out the app and slammed the phone down. Heartbreak at any age is hard to get over. That first heartbreak is a type of pain that’s harder to overcome than the others.
Jacobi sat in his dorm room staring at his phone. He’d been sending Eli messages for hours, and he hadn’t gotten a single reply back from him.
At the mixer, Eli found themselves dancing with a decent guy. They kept glancing at the door, hoping and waiting for Jacobi to walk in and pick them to be with.
Peter was in his dorm room, going through his things. Things given to him by Sam and things he considered to belong to Sam, he tossed in a box. He had every intention of returning everything back to him. Their relationship was dead and gone.
Sam pulled Emory closer to him. The heat from his body engulfed Emory. They planted their lips together. Soft kisses slowly began to grow deeper. Then someone tapped Emory on the shoulder. He pulled away from the kiss and turned around. His mouth dropped.
“Mom? Dad?” His voice was low, nervous, and fearful.
“Your parents?” Sam asked from behind him.
“Hello, son,” Mary Beth said. She looked past him at Sam. “You must be Sam, the boyfriend?”
She turned her attention back to Emory. The man’s heart raced. The worry of coming out was no longer a worry. He was out, and it was not at all how he’d wanted it to happen.
Sam’s phone chimed. He opened it to a message from an unknown number. It was a photo of him and Emory standing inside the gymnasium from earlier. He looked and looked around. He saw no one unusual. However, the text rattled him to his core.
Sam mumbled to himself, “What the fuck?!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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