Boy meets nyc again
Nights had been restless lately. Emory couldn’t get Sam out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. Everything reminded him of the boy. Three weeks of pure torture that he refused to let break him. Peter had become a friend through the whole thing. They both had loving Sam and being tossed away by Sam in common.
“Are you listening to me?” Peter asked with a crackle.
Emory stopped tossing clothes in the luggage. He turned toward Peter. They held each other’s gaze for a brief moment.
“Sorry. I’m just in my head. It’s going to be strange going back to New York without Sam. I mean, I went with him. It was my first time going. My parents hated New York, and so we never went. Now I’m going back alone.”
“Not really. Professor Martinez will be there, and other students from other schools. Why are you going to New York again?”
“Not really sure. The professor said that he picked me because of my writing and that I shouldn’t say no. Also, I really need a break from seeing Kade and Sam all in each other’s faces. I can only be nonconfrontational for so long.”
“You don’t believe that they are just friends?” Peter asked as he took a seat on the bed.
“I don’t know what to think. I mean, Kade was my friend, and now we don’t even talk. He picked Sam in the breakup. Sounds like my ex-friend and my ex-boyfriend are fucking.”
Peter clapped his hands together. “Sounds very suspect, but Sam wouldn’t do that.”
“Do you think I cheated on him?” Emory asked softly.
Peter swallowed hard. “No. I think this whole thing is a big misunderstanding, and I can’t believe I’m encouraging you to go after my ex.”
“I can’t either. I will say that the fact that you believe me and he doesn’t speaks volumes. So even if the two of them aren’t fucking, Sam still turned his back on me. I can’t be with him.”
Peter stood up and walked across the room. He opened his arms and allowed Emory to rest in his comfort. Peter held him close, and for a moment, he inhaled Emory’s scent. He closed his eyes tightly.
“Peter?” Emory called his name gently as if there was something that had just occurred.
“Yeah?”
“When was the last time you had sex?”
Peter stepped away and looked at him with a twisted, puzzled face. His green eyes shimmered with hope.
“I don’t know. Since Sam broke up with me so right before the Christmas break. Why?”
Emory didn’t say a word. He just pointed toward it. Peter’s head dropped. His eyes landed on the bulging erection that had snaked down his thigh. He quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his privates.
“Sorry,” he humbly apologized. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and get some birthday sex.”
“When is that?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Oh my God, Peter. I didn’t know. Okay, next weekend Eli is having their birthday event. It’s a Cowboy Carter theme party. I say we go, and then we’ll do something after for you.”
Peter grinned. “I wasn’t invited.”
“I just invited you. You’re my plus one.”
***
Emory stepped through the 116th Street gates. The noise-filled streets disappeared behind him. Columbia held its own pocket of calm in the middle of Manhattan’s chaos. Cherry blossoms spilled over walkways in blushing clouds. Students lounged on the Low Steps with iced coffees, denim jackets, notebooks open, and laughter that echoed across College Walk.
Emory moved through the campus in awe. Emory felt swallowed by the architecture. He stopped at the base of the Butler Library. He stared up at the massive façade and the carved names of philosophers and poets. He ran a hand along the cool stone and traced invisible pathways in his mind. This was who he was before he met boys. He loved places like that. Places where people chased knowledge, dreams, and themselves.
“Emory,” a familiar voice called him.
He turned and was pleasantly surprised to see him. “Joey!”
The dark-haired twink smiled and then raced toward Emory. The two of them hugged as if they had been lifelong friends. There was something soft and gentle about the moment.
“What are you doing here, Mr. NYU?” Emory asked.
Joey cracked a smile. “I’m transferring here. Ever since you threw shade at NYU, I’ve been on a mission.”
Emory laughed out loud. “The shade was at Billy. Speaking of evil, where is he? Are you guys an item now?”
Joey’s eyes dropped. He shook his head. “No. Billy is still at NYU. He has a boyfriend, Asher. They seem happy.”
“I’m sorry.” There was genuine care and concern for him.
“What about you? I saw you and Sam go public, and now you’re missing from his page.”
“Long story short, we are not together anymore. We broke up during Spring Break. I just didn’t know it.”
“I’m sorry. What are you doing here?”
“I’m presenting some of my writing tomorrow to the head of Literature for reasons I don’t understand.”
Joey’s eyes sparkled. “So, you’re free right now?”
Emory looked around and shifted his foot. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Cool, I’m gonna show you the city without the snow and ice. There’s nothing like New York during the spring, summer, fall, and winter.”
“Lead the way,” Emory said with intrigue.
The two of them came up out of the subway station. The city indeed felt different in the spring. It was softer and warmer. Emory’s curls bounced in the breeze. They put on their shades, and sunlight reflected in them. Joey gave him an earbud.
“I wear one, and you wear the other,” Joey said, smiling.
Emory placed the bud in his ear. The song Empire State of Mind hit its first piano chords, and suddenly the world stretched itself open. The two of them walked with purpose, rhythm, and quiet confidence that New York was known for bringing out of people.
Vendors were out with fresh bagels steaming. Hala carts were fired up. Bouquets of tulips and peonies exploded in color. They stepped onto 125th as if they owned it, just as Alicia sang, “Concrete jungle where dreams are made of…”. The entire time Emory felt the strongest pull in his life on his soul.
They emerged into the light at Times Square. The city opened up like a living postcard. Neon, noise, laughter, sirens, and that New York chaos all felt like home. Joey pulled him to do a 360 photo…just like a tourist. A tourist who had found the calm in his chaos.
For a moment, Emroy stood still and took it all in. A group of tourists shouted with excitement, a cab nearly clipped a cyclist, and a street dancer spun on his palms. A BLM mural with George Floyd’s face tugged at him. He ran a curious hand over the face of the man whose death had become synonymous with equality. Stop Asian hate banners hung freely. In the middle of the street was a painted Pride flag and a rainbow. Joey had him lie in the street to pose for a photo with the pride flag.
They wandered through Bryant Park. The grass was impossibly green, and cherry blossoms exploded in soft pink clouds above the benches. The breeze brushed against their skin like a kiss. They took a selfie with the skyline behind them. They grabbed a lavender latte from a tiny café in SoHo.
The skyscrapers towered above them. They were like steel giants in the sun. New York had a way about itself. It didn’t make Emory feel brand new. It made him remember he was never broken to begin with. They crossed the Brooklyn Bridge as the river blazed gold below them under the sunset. The city glowed warm, alive, sprawling, and snatching him.
“What did you think?” Joey asked, certain he had done the Lord’s work.
“I love it. I loved it at Christmas, but this…this is unlike anything. My mom hates this place.”
“Why?” Joey asked with a shocked frown. “It’s literally the greatest city in the world.”
“Truthfully? I don’t know,” Emory answered.
In Brooklyn, they found an ice cream shop with outdoor seating. Joey purchased a double scoop of Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream for the two of them to share. As they ate the ice cream and laughed over the small and stupid things in life, Emory couldn’t help but wonder if he had gotten it all wrong by going to SU for a boy.
***
The shower felt great. The steam from the bath had helped relax Emory and erase all the tension he felt about the next day. His phone chimed. He picked it up. An IG notification. He figured Joey must have tagged him in something. He clicked the notification, and his DM’s opened. There was a photo of Sam sitting in a restaurant with someone. The back of the person’s head was visible, but Sam looked cozy, and he was holding the hand of the mystery person.
That image crushed Sam. While Emory was slowly trying to find his footing again, Sam was out in the world dating. He had moved on. Emory swallowed his hurt. He opened the app that Eli had introduced him to. It had been months since he’d been online. He went to his messages and began to craft one to the person he had messaged in the beginning.
There was a knock at the door. He walked over and opened the door. Professor Martinez nearly choked when he saw Emory half-naked. That towel around his waist barely concealed the member between his legs.
“Emory, should I come back?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Emory turned his back and walked back toward the bed. Daniel stepped into the room. His eyes couldn’t help but watch the way Emory’s ass moved from side to side as he walked. The man was a temptation for all. Daniel shook his head and closed the door. Emory flopped on the bed and resumed crafting his message.
“I need to come clean about tomorrow. About this week,” he said.
Emory lifted an eyebrow, “What are you talking about? I’m reading a paper, right?”
Daniel gulped. “I’ve read a lot of papers, and your work is the kind of writing that professors remember. I showed my father, and he said in all his years he’d only met two students who wrote with the kind of clarity and emotion as you. One of them is a senior editor at The Atlantic, and the other he is hoping to meet formally… tomorrow…you.”
“I don’t understand. Why are you talking to your dad about my writing?”
“My father is the Dean of the Literature department at Columbia. You deserve to be taught by the best. Tomorrow will be an interview with him and a staff member to see if you’d be a good fit for Columbia and the paid summer internship at The New York Times.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I see something in you.”
Emory’s finger accidentally hit send as he stood up. Just then, Daniel’s phone chimed with that distinct notification sound that Emory knew all too well. Daniel pulled his phone out and opened the message.
“You’re gay?” Emory asked matter-of-factly.
Daniel looked up from his phone. “Yeah. I don’t make it a habit of discussing my sexuality with my students.”
“No? But you send them dick pics?”
“Excuse me?”
Emory typed his name in the message and hit send. The phone chimed again. Daniel looked at the message, and his mouth dropped. Emory watched the man go from shock, confusion, to paranoia.
“Holy shit! Emory? Oh my God,” he panicked. “I didn’t know it was you. I should have known it was a student, but not my student. This is bad. Emory, you can’t ever tell anyone.”
Emory didn’t speak. He looked into Professor Martinez's eyes, and he remembered just how hot he found the man on the first day of class. There was truly only one thing that went through Emory’s mind. He wanted to cease his feelings for Sam. The towel dropped from his waist.
Daniel stood there in shock. His eyes quickly roamed over Emory’s chocolate body. His pulse raced, his heart pounded as he took in the sight of the man. Daniel’s cock twitched in his pants. He could feel his member begin to grow.
“Emory,” Daniel said softly.
“You made my first few months easy. You liked me, and you were patient even though you didn’t know who I was. I think you should claim your prize.”
Daniel exhaled, “If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Fuck me deep, long, hard, and good.”
Daniel Martinez closed the space between them. He ran his fingers down the side of Emory’s arm and across his abdomen. The smoothness of Emory’s skin turned him on. The chocolate drop of a man was all his to devour, and that was exactly what he intended to do. He pushed Emory back onto the bed.
***
Emory lay on the bed, naked, chocolate legs spread, and his semi-erect cock rested against his thigh. Daniel slowly approached the bed. His thick hair was drenched in sweat from the anticipation. His hair was plastered against his forehead. His toros glistened under the light. The muscles in his chest and abs flexed with every step he took.
Emory looked at him with sex in his big eyes. His heartbeat didn’t race. It remained steady as he took in the beauty and sex appeal of Professor Daniel Martinez. His body ached for what was coming. Precum oozed from the slit of his cock. The head glowed bright pink. His eyes moved down the professor’s body. He could make out the thick outline of that uncut Mexican meat in the underwear. It was thick, and Emory salivated over it.
“You look so fuckin’ beautiful,” Daniel said. His voice was low and sultry.
Emory smiled. “So do you. Promise to make it good for me?”
Daniel stopped at the edge of the bed. He took in the sight of Emory naked, vulnerable, and aroused before him. It was like looking into heaven and finding your favorite angel dipped in chocolate. His eyes lit up with excitement and need.
“You have no fuckin’ idea what I’m gonna do to you.” The professor’s voice had deepened. He held up an ice bucket.
Daniel climbed into bed and held an ice cube over Emory’s mouth. The stud opened his mouth, and Daniel dropped it into Emory’s mouth. Daniel took his tongue and rolled it across Emory’s neck and then down his dark chest. He licked Emory’s nipples. Each flick of the tongue made those dark nipples go completely erect.
“You taste better than I could have ever dreamed,” Daniel told him.
Emory’s voice hitched. “I’ve been told I taste like freedom and honey.”
Daniel kissed his chest. His soft lips left a perfectly formed wet spot. “Yes, you do.”
Emory’s body responded with subtle moans. Daniel took another ice cube and placed it over Emory’s nipple, and let it slowly roll down his warm body. As it rolled down his chest, it left a trail of water that Daniel happily licked off Emory’s body. Daniel moved slowly down Emory’s body. His tongue danced along the man’s dark flesh. HE took in every inch of him. He wanted to taste every part of Emory.
Daniel opened his mouth and swallowed Emory’s thick appendage. He took it to the base. His tongue swirled around the shaft. He removed it from his mouth and then placed an ice cube in his mouth. He took Emory’s cock back into his mouth with the ice cube. Emory’s entire body was hit with the most insane amount of pleasure. Daniel moved his head up and down as the cold and warm sensations blended together against the shaft of that fat cock.
“Holy shit,” Emory moaned. “Oh my God.”
Daniel pulled off his cock. He lifted Emory’s leg and exposed his tight, smooth, perfect, hairless pucker. Daniel took another ice cube and placed it against Emory’s pucker. The cool sensation sent a chill through his body. The warmth of his rosebud instantly began to melt the cube. Daniel extended his tongue and ran it across Emory’s pucker and his taint.
His tongue flicked across and around the wrinkled flesh. Daniel pressed his finger against Emory’s pucker. His finger breached the cavity of the man’s hole. As his finger slid inside of him, he took Emory’s cock back into his mouth. The stud tossed his head back and arched his body up off the bed. Daniel continued to suck his juicy cock and finger his tight hole.
“Oooh fuck,” he panted.
“You like that?” Daniel asked. “You like me teasing your body?”
“Yes,” he cried. “It feels fucking amazing.”
Daniel rolled Emory onto his knees. He positioned himself directly behind him as he slid his underwear off. His thick cock flopped out and slapped itself against Emory’s round cheeks. His cock was thick, uncut, with two green veins that ran the length and crisscrossed at the base. The foreskin had rolled back and exposed the pinkish head. Daniel ran the length of his cock across Emory’s hole.
Each slide made that hole throb in anticipation of what was to come. Daniel pressed the head of his cock against Emory’s hole and pushed. It popped inside of him. The heat instantly wrapped itself around Daniel’s cock. Emory sighed and began to quickly rock his body back and forth on that fat sausage.
“Such a tight fuckin’ pussy,” Daniel moaned.
Daniel moved his hips as he began to work his cock in and out of Emory’s tight hole. Those chocolate cheeks rocked and clapped back. Daniel steadied himself as he took hold of Emory’s hips. He drove himself deep inside of him and pounded him relentlessly. Emory begged for more. He wanted it deeper. He could feel the foreskin roll back and against his anal walls.
“Fuck me. Pound my fucking hole,” Emory cried out.
Sweat poured from Daniel and down Emory’s back. The sound of Daniel’s medium-sized balls could be heard as they smashed into Emory’s balls. Emory pushed his ass into the air, and Daniel sat in his hole as he drove his dick deeper. Daniel’s own perfectly shaped ass cheeks clapped with each stroke he gave.
Daniel pulled out of him and fell back on his back. He lifted his legs and exposed his brown pucker to Emory. The man quickly moved into place. He ran his tongue across Daniel’s pucker. He could taste his desires. He spat on his throbbing dark member and coated it. The head of Emory’s cock pushed against Daniel’s tight pucker. It easily popped the ring and slipped inside.
“Fuck,” Damiel hissed as he grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it.
“Yeah? You fuckin’ want it?” Emory asked.
“Yes. Fuck my hole,” Daniel answered.
Emory’s eyes rolled as his cock invaded the warm, tight, and wet pit. He quickly began to work his hips. His cock piston in and out of Daniel. The professor threw his head back and stroked his fat member. Emory’s chocolate pole moved in and out of the man. That hole coated the dark member with a thick white cream. Daniel moaned and rocked his body underneath him. His cock grew thicker as he stroked it.
“FUCK,” the professor shouted in pure bliss.
The bed squeaked and rocked. Their lips met in a fiery kiss. Emory drove himself deeper and harder into Daniel. His balls slapped against those cheeks as he slammed himself deep inside that sweet hole. He took hold of Daniel’s leg and sucked the man’s pretty toes. Emory fucked him harder and rougher. Daniel’s body bounced up and down on the bed with every deep and long stroke Emory gave his slippery, wet hole.
“Fuck. Let me fuck you some more,” he requested of Emory.
Emory smiled at him and nodded his head. He quickly pulled his dripping wet cock from Daniel’s open ass. Daniel pushed Emroy onto his back and hiked his legs up. He buried his face right in Emory’s sweaty split. His tongue grazed that pucker and then slid inside of him. His nose brushed against Emory’s round and heavy balls. Emory stroked his fat cock in his hand. He twisted and teased the head as Daniel ate his hole.
“Fuck…yeah,” Emory moaned.
“Your ass is so good,” Daniel confessed in near disbelief. “I should have been fuckin you all damn year.”
Daniel spat on his hole and slid his cock back inside that tight ass. Those anal walls sealed around that cock. Daniel pounded his ass harder and faster. The bed cried beneath them. Daniel completely wrecked Emory’s pucker. His cock throbbed inside that hot young ass. Emory rolled his hips underneath him. His pucker sucked on the cock as it drove in and out of him.
“Yes,” he cried. “Fuck me!”
Emory’s body bounced back and forth. His hole milked Daniel’s thick rod. The man looked like a Latin god as his hips worked and his body dripped with sweat. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were glossed over. That hole was the sweetest and most incredible thing he had ever been inside of. Emory stroked his cock faster. His dick swelled in his hand. It felt hotter than hot.
“You bout to make me cum,” he cried out.
Daniel drove his cock deeper. The head pressed against Emory’s prostate, and that sent him flying over the edge. He cried out as his cock spewed thick white cum all over his chest and stomach. His entire body convulsed with pleasure.
Daniel continued to stroke his hole as the man spewed his load. Daniel’s cock swelled inside of Emory’s hole. His balls tingled, and Emory’s hot hole throbbed around his member. Daniel pushed himself deep inside of Emory. His entire body and soul trembled as his cock fired ropes and ropes of hot nut deep inside those tight guts.
“Fuckin hell,” Daniel groaned and panted.
He leaned in and planted his moist lips against Emory’s soft, wet lips for a sensual kiss. Daniel moved down Emroy’s body and licked every drop of cum off that smooth chocolate skin.
“You were fuckin’ incredible,” he told Emory.
Emory smiled. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
Daniel chuckled. “You know I have to ask…have you made a decision about things?”
Emory took a beat. His eyes dropped, and all his focus shifted.
“I have,” he answered. “I have.”
“And?” Daniel asked.
Emory leaned his head back against the softness of the bed. He fixed his eyes on the ceiling, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. A decision had been made.
***
Back on the West Coast, Sam sat under the tree in his favorite place toward the edge of campus. No one ever ventured off that far, but leave it to Sam to go far away from everyone to be one with his emotions. He held the phone in his hand as he scrolled down Emory’s page. Every photo of him in New York with Joey smiling made his heart ache a little bit more. Kade walked up behind him. He caught a glimpse of Sam’s phone.
“Are you stalking from a fake page?”
Sam sighed. “Yes. Pathetic, I know. He looks happy, and I’m over here, heartbroken.”
“You’re such a great guy, and you deserve the world,” Kade whispered. “Especially for how you’ve been here for me.”
Sam turned his head toward Kade. The pretty-faced cowboy took his soft hand and gently caressed Sam’s beautiful face. The pain and longing in Sam’s eyes pulled at Kade. Their lips touched. A kiss exploded between the two of them. Kade climbed over into Sam’s lap and began to push into Sam’s mouth. Sam placed his hands on Kade’s ass.
He gently massaged the soft cheeks. In the bushes, someone held up a phone and began to record them. The person made sure to capture their faces. Kade pulled away from the kiss and lowered himself. He undid Sam’s pants, and he fished the man’s flaccid cock out.
“Sorry,” Sam apologized.
“Don’t be. I can get it hard.”
Kade engulfed the head of Sam’s cock. He began to move his lips up and down the soft shaft. Sam closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensation. He opened his eyes and dropped his head, and instead of seeing Kade, he saw the man who owned his heart and soul. He saw Emory sucking his cock, and instantly his dick pulsed with blood. It grew in size and expanded Kade’s jaws. Kade took it out of his mouth and admired Sam’s incredible monster of a cock. He felt proud of himself.
“Holy shit,” Kade breathed. “It’s huge.”
“Sorry,” Sam sheepishly apologized.
“Don’t be. Not ever with me,” Kade told him.
Kade took the head back into his mouth. Sam thrust his hips up and began to fuck the man’s mouth. His eyes rolled as he thought about nothing but Emory.
Sam panted, “Emory!”
The person recording put the phone away. They picked up a branch and snapped it in half. The noise startled them. Kade pulled off his cock. Sam jumped back. Regret instantly filled him. They looked around but saw no one. Sam’s cock quickly went soft. He began to stuff his member back in his pants.
“Hey, it’s okay. You can pretend I’m him.”
“NO! I can’t. I don’t want to pretend. I still love him. I want him back in my life. I’m sorry.”
Sam stood up and walked away. He walked away knowing that Emory was still the one for him. Funny thing about time is that when you waste you can never get it back, and while you are wasting it, it moves on for everybody else. That’s a lesson we sometimes learn the hard way!
In the bushes, the person whispered to himself, “No more playing. It’s time to eliminate.”
His eyes drifted to Kade, who still sat under the tree, disappointed with the way things in his life had gone.
TO BE CONTINUED
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