Boy meets the Thorntons
The room was quiet. Quieter than usual for a therapist's office. The Thorntons were a talkative family. Now it seemed no one had anything to say. The clock that ticked on the wall was the only sound. Its sound grew louder with each passing second.
“No one has anything they’d like to say?” Dr. Obrien asked as she gazed them over one by one.
“I do,” Emory said, finally breaking the family silence.
“Excellent. What would you like to say, Emory?” She asked him as she flung her dark brown hair over her shoulder.
“I think this whole setup is total bullshit!”
Mary Beth gasped. “Emory Christopher Thornton, what has gotten into you? We don’t speak like that in this family.” She turned toward her husband. “Scott, will you say something?”
Scott sighed. “Your mother is right, son. You can be upset about us crashing your day, but you don’t get to speak out like that.”
“This,” Emory erupted, “this is why I didn’t tell them. They treat me like I’m a kid. I’m in college. I get excellent grades, I’m on the Dean’s list, and they just see me as a child.”
“That’s not fair,” Mary Beth erupted. “We just want to keep you safe. You’re our son. You were entrusted to us.”
“You speak as if I’m going to just erase you from my life, mom.”
“You’re keeping secrets from us,’’ she countered.
“Because I was afraid!” The words flew from his mouth. “You guys have had most of my life planned out before I could walk. Adding gay to the mix, I’m sure, wasn’t going to be a welcome change.”
“Then you’re wrong,” Scott yelled. “You’re wrong,” his voice softened. “We’ve known since you were ten. We could just tell.”
Emory opened his mouth to speak. He stopped and closed his mouth. The revelation hit him deep. Deeper than he had expected.
“When you brought Danielle around,” Mary Beth began, “we figured you were just bisexual or something along those lines. We’ve been waiting for you to finally tell us. I didn’t expect to find out from social media.”
“I didn’t expect to be outed that way,” Emory added.
“Well, what’d you expect being so open like that in front of a room full of people?” Mary Beth added.
“Privacy,” he uttered. “Maybe even respect, but I get it.”
“Emory, nothing you do can ever change that you’re our son. We love you no matter what. Your mother and I knew when we adopted you that you’d be a unicorn in our family.”
“Is that because of my sexuality?”
“No,” he answered. He took hold of Mary Beth’s hand. “We adopted a black baby to love and raise as our own. You were always going to be different. Our goal was to just shower you with love and protection, no matter what.”
“We’re sorry if we ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell us.”
Emory smiled. “Mom. Dad. I have something to tell you.”
“We’re listening, son.” Mary Beth told him in that caring and nurturing voice that only a mother could convey.
He breathed. “I’m gay, and I have a really incredible boyfriend.”
Scott grinned. “We’d love to properly meet him if that’s okay with you.”
“If he’s okay with it,” Emory told them.
“Emory,” Mary Beth breathed. “One last question. You’re not a liberal now, are you?”
Emory chuckled. The question was typical of his mother. She needed to know that Emory still had the same values as her.
“I think that’s a good stopping place for now,” Dr. Obrien cut in.
***
Sam slung his backpack over his shoulder. He checked himself in the mirror. The boy effortlessly looked good. His phone chimed. He glanced over at the desk. He started at it, almost hesitant to pick it up.
The phone chimed again. He picked it up and opened it. There was a new message from an unknown number. He opened the message, and there was a picture of him holding hands with Emory. Underneath the photo was a message. It read: I can treat you better than he ever can.
Sam quickly left his dorm room. He stormed past Marcel as he was entering the room.
“Whoa, where’s the fire, Sam?” Marcel asked, puzzled.
Sam didn’t answer him. He was a man on a mission. He moved across the campus like a blazing inferno. His heat was nothing for the Pacific Northwest Winter. With every step he took, his blood boiled.
He entered the building. He called for the elevator. It took too long. He spotted the stairway and moved up the stairs. He stepped onto the fifth floor. Down the hall and right to the door, he marched. Sam banged on the door.
Four loud knocks were all it took. Peter opened the door. His eyes sparkled with joy. Sam pushed his way into the room. Peter stumbled backwards.
“I knew you’d come back,” Peter said with a disarming smile.
“Cut the shit, Peter. Stop fucking with me,” Sam yelled.
“What? I’m not fucking with you, but I’d love to fuck you again.”
Sam twisted his face and held up his phone. “Why are you sending me this shit?”
Peter threw up his hands in surrender. “I’m not sending you anything. I swear.”
Sam frowned. “I don’t believe you.”
“Check my phone. You know the code. It’s on the nightstand.” Peter nodded his head toward the phone.
Sam glanced around and picked up the phone. He opened it. There was nothing in it to indicate that Peter was the culprit. Sam groaned and tossed the phone on the bed.
“You could have deleted it or have another phone.”
Peter chuckled. “I’m not that bright, and we both know it.”
The room was met with awkward silence. The tension between them was intense.
“You don’t believe me? Just call the number then.”
Sam’s eyes flickered with hope. He called the number. It rang twice, and someone answered it. The line was quiet, but someone was there.
“Hello? Who is this?” Sam asked. “Why are you sending me these damn messages?”
The person on the other line exhaled, and then the call dropped.
“What’d they say?” Peter asked.
“Nothing,” he answered. He turned to leave the room, and then he stopped. “I swear to God, Peter, if I found out you’re behind this or involved in any way, I’ll break your face.”
“I’m not. I’ve never seen you like this before. You really care about that relationship?”
“I don’t just care. I love him. It’s fast, but it feels right.”
“Did you ever love me?” Peter’s voice cracked.
Sam exhaled. “I think the real question is, did you ever love me. The answer not important, though. Not anymore.”
“Before I forget,” Peter said. “Those are your things next to the bed. Take ‘em”
Sam looked at the box. He picked it up and then left the room. The door closed behind him.
***
Eli and Emory walked out of the lecture hall. They moved side by side through the body of college students, making their way between classes and various places.
“I have to admit,” Eli said with flair. “The Trumpets have impressed me. They’re totally cool with you being gay, and they want to meet Mr. Hot White Chocolate.”
“You have to stop insulting my parents politically. I love them, and they love me. So be nice.”
Eli threw their hands up. “Ugh! Fine! There’s still hope for America after all.”
“You know Jacobi has been walking around like a sad puppy.”
“Girl, I don’t care. He’s gotta make some decisions, and I can’t be bothered with the shenanigans till he does.”
“You want him to just come out of the closet, and that’s not fair. As someone who was convinced he was straight just a year ago, it’s not easy accepting everything about yourself.”
“Well, you accepted it pretty fast.”
“Peter was a good lay, and I also felt happy when it clicked. But I didn’t want to be outed till I was ready.”
“I get what you’re saying, Em. I really do. I’ve been so comfortable in my skin for so long that I don’t want to be a dirty secret. The sneaking around was fun at first, but now it just feels like an insult.”
“An insult, or is it just something that you finally can’t control the narrative of, so it feels wrong?”
“Bitch don’t try and get in my mind.”
“Bitch I’m trying to help you. Jacobi is just confused. Give him some grace. Grace, while you keep your options open.”
Kade stepped out in front of them. Eli and Emory were both pleasantly surprised to see him. Kade had done his best to avoid being around them since Emory and Sam went public.
“Hey,” he spoke softly, afraid he’d be met with rejection.
“We’ll look who finally came out of hibernation,” Eli said playfully.
“Hey,” Emory spoke. “How’ve you been?”
“Okay,” he answered. “Sorry, I’ve been MIA. I just needed some time to process how I felt. I’m happy for you and Sam.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry I hurt you. That was never the intention. I should have handled things better.”
“It’s okay. I just missed my friends.” Kade moved in between them and wrapped his arms around both of them. “Us Texas boys have to stick together.”
“Fuck y’all! I’m from LA,” Eli informed them.
“Eww,” Kade and Emory said.
They burst into a fit of laughter as Eli gave them a side eye. The band was back together.
“So, Kade, we should catch a movie tonight. Sam is meeting Emory’s parents tonight.”
Kade smiled. “I can’t. I have a date tonight with this older daddy.”
Emory asked, “You’re into daddies now?”
Kade grinned harder. “Just recently. He’s hot. So, I’m excited. I mean, I feel like fucking around with a daddy is a rite of passage when you’re queer.”
“Maybe. I guess I missed that in orientation,” Emory said with a little friendly sass.
***
Sam and Emory walked into the restaurant holding hands. In his free hand, Sam carried a bouquet of flowers. Physical touch was such a huge part of their relationship and love language. Emory spotted his parents sitting in the corner. They waved them over.
“Don’t be nervous. They’re going to love you,” Emory whispered.
“I’m not worried at all. Parents love me.”
“How many parents have you met?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smiled as he teased Emory.
They made their way to the table. Mary Beth and Scott stood up to greet them.
Mom and Dad, I’d like you to meet Samuel Horton. Sam, these are my parents, Mary Beth and Scott Thornton.”
“Pleasure to meet you both. You’ve raised such an incredible young man. Mrs. Thornton, these are for you.”
He handed her the flowers. That brilliant charm of his was on full display. He took one of the flowers out of the bouquet and turned towards Scott.
“Mr. Thornton, I couldn’t forget about you,” he said with a smile as he handed Scott the single flower.
Scott laughed. “I like him. He’s a keeper, Emory.”
Sam turned and winked at Emory. That wink, followed by Sam’s smile, warmed Emory. That warmth filled him inside. They took a seat at the table. The two men instantly joined hands.
“So, Sam, tell us all about you,” Mary Beth requested.
He cleared his throat. “I was born and raised in Austin, Texas.”
“Oh,” Scott said delightfully. “A fellow Texan, even if he’s from Austin.”
Sam chuckled. “I may be from Austin, but I’m a true Texan at heart, sir. That was the first thing that Emory and I truly connected over. We share conservative values.”
“What else should we know?” Mary Beth asked.
“Sam is an athlete. He runs track. He’s really good. People fan out over him.”
“Pretty boys and girls must throw themselves at you all the time.” Mary Beth’s voice was low and curious. She was a mother lioness ready to protect her only child.
“Mom.” Emory’s voice rose.
Sam hesitated for a moment and then finally answered, “I only have eyes for Emory. I’m faithful, and I would never hurt him. Not intentionally. I love your son, and he loves me. Our love is not something I take for granted or play about.”
Mary Beth smiled at Scott. She was pleased with Sam’s answer. Emory himself was overjoyed with Sam’s answer.
“You’re really good and very charming, Sam,” Mary Beth beamed. “Have you ever thought about politics? Emory refuses to entertain the notion. I can just see the headlines now…young conservative power couple takes on DC.”
Sam chuckled. He wasn’t sure how to answer the question.
“You have to forgive my mother. She’s the Mayor of our town. My father is the county commissioner, and my grandfather was a U.S. senator.”
“You’re from a political royal family. What else don’t I know about you?”
“That’s it.”
***
Emory pulled Sam into his dorm room. Jacobi was gone. He placed a sock on the doorknob and closed the door. They looked into each other’s eyes. The longing and wanting between them was next level. They complemented each other well. Every moment between them felt magical.
Sam pulled Emory into the most sensual kiss ever. His hands slowly moved down the stud’s firm body. Emory pushed his long tongue inside of Sam’s mouth. His tongue swiped the top of Sam’s mouth. He moved to his knees and unzipped Sam’s pants. The fat bugle of Sam’s cock came into view. He cupped it with his hand, and then he began to stroke it through the fabric.
“Get that dick, Thor. Get what you really want,” he led with a calm voice.
Emory kissed Sam’s stomach and rolled his tongue across those tight abs. Sam lovingly ran his fingers through Emory’s hair. The man slowly pulled Sam’s boxer briefs down. That thick, veiny twelve-inch cock came into view. Emory opened his mouth and swallowed it. He moved his round and round slowly. His tongue swirled around the head of it.
Sam sighed. “Fuck. You always know just how to take me.”
Sam began to move his body. He rocked his hips back and forth. Emory moaned around that thickness. The cock grew in size as Emory sucked it. Sam fucked his mouth passionately. He pulled his cock out, and Emory opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Sam slapped his dick across Emory’s tongue. Sam removed his cock and rolled his balls across Emory’s tongue. Saliva dripped like raindrops from that thick piece of meat.
Sam pulled his cock out. He pulled Emory’s pants and boxers off. He pulled those legs up and pushed them back to his head. That sexy pucker was exposed to the elements in the room. It winked at Sam. He spat on that pulsing hole and then slid two fingers inside of his ass. Emory moaned and twisted his body in pleasure.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” Emory moaned.
Sam’s fingers drove in and out of the man’s tight chute. Emory’s hole throbbed and clenched around the digits. Sam spread his hole with his fingers. He removed his fingers and then slapped his cock against his hole.
Sam munched on Emory’s hole. He began to kiss it and make out with it. His tongue slid inside of that hole. It rolled around the walls of his anus. Emory rocked and pushed his ass against that tongue. It drove deeper inside of him. Sam licked and licked around the hole. He could have stayed face-first in Emory’s ass.
“Fuck me,” Emory stated.
Sam pulled Emory to the edge of the bed. His booty cheeks hung off the side. Sam took his fat, wet rod and slid it inside of the man. Those tight walls clung around his cock. Sam began to fuck his way in and out of Emory. Those cheeks clapped and shook like jelly. Emory let out the sexiest moans ever as Sam fed him his fat rod. Emory spread his legs wide. Sam slowed his strokes down. That hole moistened around his fat pole.
“Your ass is so damn good,” Sam exclaimed. “Fuckin hell…SHIT!”
Sam plowed into Emory’s ass harder and faster. He fucked him like a jack rabbit. That dick drilled in and out of Emory’s sloppy, wet hole. Those walls flexed over and over around Sam’s fat dick. The two of them kissed. Their lips meshed together over and over. Sam’s cock pressed into Emory’s prostate, massaging it with each stroke.
“Fuck me. Harder!” Emory’s voice rose with every word. “Your dick so fuckin’good.”
Sam used his strength and picked Emory up. The man quickly wrapped his arms and legs around Sam’s toned yet muscled body. He bounced the man up and down on his fuck stick. That dick drove deeper inside of that boy’s gushy hole. Emory could feel his walls spread and stretch. Each time that hole slammed down on that fat rod, his toes curled.
“Take that fuckin dick, Thor,” Sam demanded with each thrust.
Sam slapped those round cheeks. He dug his nails into them and spread them wider. His dick drove deeper into the wet valley. Emory worked the muscles in his ass. They clung to the man’s cock like wet paint. Sam’s knees buckled, and he flopped back down on the bed. Emory began to ride his dick. He bounced up and down on that fat cock.
Sam asked, “You like the way I fuck you? You like my dick?”
“Yes,” Emory panted. “It feels so good.”
Emory’s hard dick flopped around and dripped precum all over Sam. Their eyes locked with passion just as Sam began to fuck up into his ass. That hole made wet, sloppy sounds. It leaked with ass juices. Emory bounced up and down faster and faster. He worked that cock with the muscles in his anus.
“Oh my God, babe. Ride my cock,” Sam said as he slapped Emory on the ass.
Emory obeyed him and rode that dick faster and harder. He bounced up and down on it like his life depended on it. Sam wrapped his lips around Emory’s nipples and sucked on them. He made them erect and pointy. His cock plunged deeper and deeper inside of him. He flipped Emory onto his back.
Emory spread his legs and took that dick. He placed his hands on Sam’s cute, meaty ass and encouraged him to fuck him harder and harder. Over and over, that impressive, thick cock slammed into him. Sweat poured from Sam’s body onto Emory. That hole felt wrecked but in the best way.
Sam pulled his dripping wet cock from Emory’s hole. He rolled Emory onto his stomach. He plunged his dick back inside of him. Sam rolled his hips as he smashed that hole open. Emory pushed back against that cock. His backside clapped as he took the pounding. Sam’s cock swelled inside of him. He pounded into him for a few more minutes, and then his cock twitched. Sam blew his load deep inside of Emory’s tight ass. The feel of that hot cum set Emory off. His cock erupted and sprayed the bed with cum.
***
Sam woke up in the middle of the night. He was snuggled up to Emory in bed. He smiled and kissed the back of his boyfriend’s neck. Sam untangled himself from Emory’s warm body, slipped on a pair of shirts, and a shirt. He stepped into the hall for some fresh nighttime air.
His eyes landed on Kade. The boy moved like a zombie down the hall. Sam watched him carefully. Their eyes met, and in them he could see it. He could see the past and the trauma of it all resurface. He knew that look and that face.
“Kade?” He softly called his name.
Kade slightly turned his head toward Sam. His lips quivered, and his eyes watered.
“Hey.” Sam reached out to touch him.
Kade quickly backed away. “Don’t touch me.” His voice cracked.
“It’s okay. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Do you want to call the police?”
Kade shook his head no. Tears fell freely from his eyes. He didn’t have to say a word, but Sam knew. He knew with everything inside of him that Kade had been raped, and he was right!
The ultimate ride of the second semester begins now. You've been warned!
TO BE CONTINUED
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