Boy meets Dark Knight
Emory fell back on the bed, and Peter slid between his legs. They were about to cross every line together. Emory could feel the head of Peter’s cock as it kissed his pucker. Precum from Peter’s cock smeared itself around the seal of Emory’s ass. They gazed upon each other, and before his eyes, Peter turned into Sam.
“Peter,” Emory mumbled.
“Yeah,” he answered, almost afraid of what would follow.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do it. I thought I could,” Emory admitted. “I love him too much to do this.”
Peter sighed in defeat. He rested his head against Emory’s forehead. Their bodies relaxed, and then suddenly someone banged at the door.
“EMORY!” Sam yelled from the other side. “Open up. Please! Help me!”
Emory and Peter shared a look. Peter knew that Emory’s heart still belonged to Sam. He knew the only way to compete and prove himself worthy would be to play the game of support, and so with that, Peter pulled away.
They both jumped out of bed. Peter scrambled to slip his clothes back on. Emory slipped on a pair of shorts and a shirt. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Sam stood there with broken eyes and a wounded heart.
“Em…,” he began as his eyes found Peter. “Get out. GET OUT, PETER!”
“Hey,” Emory said, stern yet gentle. “You don’t kick people out of my room, Sam.”
“Emory, please,” Sam’s voice trembled. His eyes dropped to Emory’s gaze. That connection they shared was still as strong as ever. Emory understood something was amiss.
“Peter, can you leave us alone?” Emory asked.
Peter nodded. “Sure. If you need me, just call.”
Emory gave him a friendly smile and a head nod. Peter stepped out of the room. He exchanged a less-than-friendly look with Sam. Emory allowed Sam into the room, and the door closed. Sam moved to the middle of the room.
“Did he touch you?” Sam’s voice hung low.
“Why do you care?”
Sam shouted, “DID HE TOUCH YOU? I SWEAR TO GOD EMORY!!!”
“NO,” Emory shouted the word back. “No,” his voice dropped low as he walked past Sam toward his desk. “He didn’t touch me. We almost…touched. We came close.”
Emory turned around and faced Sam. The tension in the room felt thick.
“I showed up and stopped you?”
“No, I stopped it. I couldn’t do it because, as much as I hate you right now, I still love you more than anything in this world, and I knew if I had slept with Peter again, we could never come back from whatever this is, and I want to come back.” Emory’s voice trembled under the pressure of his confession.
Sam blinked. “You want me to believe that?”
“Why ask me for the truth if you’re never going to believe me? Why are you here if you can’t trust me with your heart? Yes, I’m impulsive at times, and I can be emotional. You know what else I am? I’m honest, and I’m yours even if you don’t want me.”
“I do want you. I do trust you. I was scared that I was being made a fool. I believed you when you said you didn’t cheat. I was just angry because when I got that message, I left that bar angry, and I met someone that night. I thought you’d slept with someone.”
“So, you went out and slept with someone else?”
Sam sighed and nodded his head. “I did. I was drunk. It wasn’t Kade. I promise. I don’t even know his name. The thing with Kade happened when I saw how happy you looked in New York without me. I couldn’t even get hard without thinking about you. I called out your name. He played us. He played us, and now he’s back.”
Emory’s face twisted in anger, hurt, shock, and then confusion. “Who played us?”
A tear rolled down Sam’s cheek. “My old coach. My old personal trainer, Jensen Tolbert.”
Emory whispered, “The guy who raped you?”
Sam nodded. “He’s here. I saw him before I came here. He’s been in the dark all this time. I didn’t know it was him, but since Valentine’s Day, I had been getting text messages. Pictures of you and me that were taken when no one should have been around. Messages saying you were the wrong guy.”
Emory gasped, “You had a stalker…we had a stalker this entire time, and you never told me? You didn’t report it to the police or campus security?
“No.”
“Well, why not?”
“I had someone take my power away before. I figured I could handle it. I wanted to be the man again and be in control. I could face it and deal with it. He was in Mexico. He sent me the photo of the guy taking you to a room. It’s been him this whole time. He said he got you drunk in Mexico. He set it up to make it look like you cheated so he could be with me.”
Emory placed his fingers along his temple and massaged them. “I don’t understand. He was in Mexico? Who is this guy? Show him to me.”
Sam fished his phone out and went to a photo he had of the man. He showed it to Emory, and the memories came flooding back in. The wait staff who offered him water and the bartender who kept the free shots coming. They were all the same person.
Emory could feel his chest tighten and his throat go dry. The spiral had been induced. He couldn’t understand at the time why everything felt so intense to him. Now he understood it.
“Holy shit. He was dressed as the wait staff. He gave me water that morning. He sent water over to me during the volleyball game. Then at the bar, he looked familiar, but my head was foggy. He kept the shots coming for free. He didn’t ask for a card or anything, and I just drank and drank. He kept calling me a prince. He had been drugging me all day.”
“I’m so sorry, Emory,” Sam apologized.
“You did nothing wrong. This guy violated us. He…wait…that means more than likely he was the person who sent me the video of you and Kade.”
“I think so. There’s something else. I don’t want secrets between us. I love you, and I hope you’ll forgive me and take me back…so I need to tell you this thing between Kade and me…Kade was raped.”
Emory dropped his head. “Fuck.”
“Kade was raped by him. He told me tonight he raped Kade. Kade has no idea. He doesn’t want to come forward. He’s just like I was. I saw Kade that night, and the look on his face told me everything. I knew that look. So, I opened up to him, and we got close because of that. It’s not romantic. I promise.”
Emory sighed as he sat on the edge of his desk. Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and watched as Emory processed everything that had just been told to him.
“Okay, so we need to tell someone. He needs to be punished for this.” Emory said gently.
Sam swallowed hard. “Emory, I can’t tell anyone, and I can’t force Kade to either. I don’t know how we handle this, but I can’t do that. I can’t look my family in the eyes and tell them someone violated me. I don’t have the strength to do that.”
“So, we just let him keep fucking with us and hope he goes away?’
“I don’t know what else to do. When I saw him in front of my room, all that went through my mind was you. I just wanted to be where you were.”
Silence fell upon the room. They watched each other intently. The slow rise and fall of their chest. The movement of their Adam's apple each time they gulped. The pain in their eyes shifted to longing, desire, and passion.
Sam licked those perfect pink lips of his. “Babe, say something. Anything. I’m sorry for not having your back. I was really just angry and afraid. I’ll never hurt you again.”
Emory stood up. He took one step forward. Sam’s heart ached. He needed to know where they stood.
“I slept with someone in New York. I wanted to sleep with Peter because I like him and because I was angry that you let Eli slap me tonight and you held me back,” Emory told him.
Sam felt his stomach twist at the words Emory spoke. That confession was not what he wanted, yet it was what he got.
“I held you back because I knew you’d hurt him, and Jacobi would get involved, and then I’d have to get involved to defend you. I did it to protect us. I’m sorry that I hurt you. It was not my intention.”
There they stood with nothing but space and love between them. Their hearts raced with anticipation. Sam took a step forward. He wanted to reach out and take hold of Emory. They longed for one another. Every part of their young bodies and souls yearned for one another.
“Sam,” Emory whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back.
“I yearn for you every day,” Emory confessed.
“I ache for you every day. I don’t want more time apart. I want time together,” Sam admitted.
“I’m your protector, Sam. You tell me when someone comes against our house. You don’t get to fight it alone. I will help get your power back, but you have to be vulnerable with me. You can be your weakest, scariest, lowest, and most powerful self with me. I will do what you can’t. I’ll be your dark knight.”
“Who am I to you?’
“My knight in shining armor.”
They both cracked a smile. A giggle followed, and then relief from all the bitterness and hurt.
“Emory, take off your clothes before I rip them off of you.”
Emory crossed his arms as he lifted the shirt off his body. Sam tossed the cowboy hat he had been wearing across the room and kicked his boots off. They kept their eyes on each other. The stare down was incredibly seductive. Emory dropped his shorts, and his thick chocolate cock stood at attention. The strawberry head of his penis glowed in the dark of the room.
Sam's mouth watered at the sight. Sam peeled the shirt off his body. His pink nipples became erect the second the cool air touched them. He dropped his jeans and underwear in one quick motion. His larger-than-life cock flopped out. It smacked his stomach before standing at attention. It pointed away from his body.
Emory picked his phone up. He set the mood with one last song by Beyoncé. “ALL NIGHT” began, and they moved around each other in a slow, seductive tease. Sam stood in front of the desk. His heart stopped bleeding for the first time since Spring Break. He had his person back in his life. The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
Emory and Sam faced each other in the dark room. Nervous yet beautiful energy flowed between them. They stood face to face, completely naked. Their cocks throbbed. Sam’s bottom lip trembled. He turned around and bent over the desk. He reached back and spread his cheeks. Emory gazed upon his tight pink pucker.
“I want you to taste it,” Sam uttered. “Please, baby. Taste me like you used to.”
How could Emory ignore him? He couldn’t ignore him. He’d always come running to Sam. Emory moved directly behind him. He got on his knees and placed his finger against the pink rose flesh. He ran it across the pucker over and over. Sam pushed back against his digit as he moaned softly. Emory felt drawn in by it. The wrinkled flesh felt warm and smooth to the touch.
“That feels good,” Sam said gently.
Emory extended his tongue and rolled it across the sensitive flesh. Sam’s body squirmed from the contact. Emory slapped his cheeks and then dug his tongue deep into the hole. He kissed and sucked on it. Sam’s balls swung, and the skin around the head of his perfect cock began to turn color. Precum leaked from the once pink head. The head burned red with excitement.
“Holy shit,” Sam exclaimed. “Yes. Eat my ass!”
Emory began to tongue fuck him. His tongue darted in and out of Sam’s hole. That tiny little hole pulsed and pushed against Emory’s thick and wet tongue. Sam moaned as he twisted his erect nipples. Emory slipped his hand around and began to stroke Sam’s cock. The stud rocked his hips back and forth. That tongue felt amazing in his ass.
“Turn around,” Emory commanded him.
“Yes, sir,” Sam gasped.
He spun around, and his hard cock slapped Emory across the cheek. It smeared fluids along Emory’s jaw. The stud opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Sam slapped his hard, angry cock against Emory’s tongue. The man quickly sucked the appendage into his mouth. Sam tossed his head back. Emory began to deep throat him. His head moved up and down faster and faster. He coated Sam’s long dick.
He moved lower and took those heavy balls into his mouth. Sam’s leg began to shake. His cock turned ten shades redder and angrier. His body was filled with heat and pleasure. Emory worked his pole hard and fast. He twisted the base with grace as his tongue swirled around the head. He licked every drop of precum from Sam’s slit.
“Shit,” Sam yelled as he pulled his cock from Emory’s mouth. “I almost fucking came.”
He lifted Emory up and pulled him close. Their lips met. As they kissed, Sam walked Emory back toward the bed. They fell onto the bed. Sam lifted Emory’s legs and exposed his perfect cunt. He rolled his tongue around Emory’s hole. The taste set Sam on fire. He forced his tongue inside Emory. He munched on that hole. His tongue spread the man, and he feasted.
“Fuck,” Emory moaned as he ran his fingers through Sam’s hair.
His tongue wiggled inside of Emory. It pressed against the walls of his anus. Sam removed his tongue and sucked on the ring of the man’s ass. He lapped at the sensitive flesh of skin. His tongue rolled across the taint, and then he took Emory’s balls into his mouth. He moved aggressively and passionately as he claimed him.
“Babe, you taste so fucking sweet,” he complimented.
“Your tongue feels amazing,” Emory panted. “Did you miss it?”
“Yes,” Emory breathed.
Sam smirked and then resumed his attack. His lips kissed that pucker. His tongue rolled around the outside ring. He wagged it back and forth and then up and down. Finally, he began to dart it in and out of the stud again. Emory rocked back and forth on it. Thrills took him to new heights.
Sam removed his tongue. He positioned himself and lined his cock up with Emory’s hole. He pushed, and he breached those tight walls. The warmth and wetness engulfed his cock immediately. They gasped, and their lips crashed into one another. Emory began to stroke his cock as Sam fucked him and their tongues danced together. It felt wonderful for them to be back home.
“Oh fuck,” Emory grunted.
“That’s some good ass. You’re so fucking good, Em,” Sam moaned in his ear.
Sam’s ass cheeks clapped together as he drove himself in and out of Emory over and over. His cock tapped against Emory’s magical place. He pounded harder and faster. Emory wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist. His hands moved down Sam’s back and onto his perfectly sculpted ass. He could feel the muscles in Sam’s buttocks flex and tighten in his hands. Sam’s cock moved deeper and deeper in and out of him.
His cock moved deeper and faster. Those balls slapped against Emory’s cheeks over. The bed rocked, and sweat began to pour from Sam’s body. His balls tingled. He knew he couldn’t last longer. He needed to cum. It had been too long since he’d been with the man he loved. He pounded harder and deeper. Each stroke touched a new place in Emory’s warm and wet hole.
“Em, I gotta cum. Please say I can cum in you,” he whispered.
“Cum in me,” Emory granted.
Sam slammed into him with one final thrust. His body spasmed, and he filled Emory with his seed offering. Their foreheads rested against each other. Their sticky and sweaty bodies meshed together. Sam’s lips grazed Emory's lips. Emory began to rock his hips. Sam humped into him lazily.
Emory held his cock in his hand tightly. Slowly, his hand moved up and down. The blood pumped harder, and his veins burned. His cock pulsed with every thrust of Sam’s hips. The pressure and the pleasure built inside Emory. His thick cock leaked fluids down the shaft. Sam kissed him, and Emory’s soul shattered. They found themselves snuggled up perfectly together. It was where they both wanted to be. It was home!
***
An hour later, Emory lay in the dark next to Sam as he slept peacefully. He rolled out of bed and went to his desk. Emory picked up the phone and placed a call.
“Hey, George, it’s Emory Thornton. My grandfather said if I ever needed anything at all or found myself in trouble, to call you, and you could make anything happen. I’m in trouble, and I need it to go away. He’s a personal trainer. His name is Jensen Tolbert. I have an idea, I just need your help with it.”
The sunlight cracked through the room. Sam stirred in his sleep. He woke up to an empty bed. Sam picked the phone up, and he saw all the messages and notifications on his phone. He quickly sat up and went to TikTok. The video already had 12 million views and counting. He pressed play.
The video opened with Emory sitting in the common hall. It was quiet. His eyes looked tired but resolute. Emroy inhaled and then started:
“I’ve been silent a long time…longer than I should have been. As most of you know, my relationship with Sam ended. What you don’t know is why, and that it broke me. I loved Sam, and I still do. I probably always will. Someone wanted us to break up, so they manipulated Sam. This person was someone I thought I could trust.
This person was a coach and a personal trainer who helped Sam when he injured himself in high school. Jensen Tolbert.”
The video cut to photos of Jensen and then back to Emory.
“I wanted Sam to be able to run the fastest and the best. What I didn’t expect was for Jensen Tolbert to stalk me, to drug me, and to take me into that hotel room.”
The video cut to images of Jensen around campus. The video cut back to Emory. He leaned into the camera.
“I did not cheat on my Sam. I love him too much. We were manipulated by an adult who should have been helping us. Jensen violated me, and he ripped out Sam’s heart. For too long, you have hidden in the shadows because I’ve allowed you to. Not anymore. Today, the sun comes in on you. I can’t be the first person this predator has come after. If this person his hurt you, manipulated you, or harassed you…you’re not alone. And you don’t have to be quiet anymore. Please share my story.”
Stitches immediately flooded in. A girl appeared with a hand over her mouth.
“I went to high school with a guy he did this to.”
A gut stitched next:
“Oh my God. Coach Tolbert did this to ME too. Not to this level, but...the manipulation. Spot on.
Someone else posted old messages:
“I blocked him a year ago for this exact behavior.”
Another:
“They used to brag about dating athletes. This is crazy.”
***
TikTok went full investigation mode. Sam couldn’t believe it. Emory had jumped out in front of the gun. He put his face out there to protect Sam. The door opened, and Emory walked into the room. Sam looked at his boyfriend with tears in his eyes. His heart felt heavy.
“Emory, you did this for…me?”
“I did it for us. I’d do anything for you. I keep telling you that I love you, Sam. I love you. I am fiercely loyal and protective of you…of us.”
“I would do anything for you, too. I’d go anywhere and be anything. That’s how much I love you.”
Sam hopped out the bed. His naked body looked incredible. He hit play on his phone, and an oldie but goodie played. It expressed exactly how Sam felt. Otis Redding's “That’s How Strong My Love Is” played in the room. Sam quickly pulled Emory into an embrace. Their bodies connected. They began to dance together because if they’d learned anything, it was that they could dance with anyone else but each other.
Across the quad, the internet, and the world, Sam and Emory’s name began to trend. Kade watched the video with Marcel. The moment he saw Jensen Tolbert’s face, he broke out into tears. His rapist now had a name to go with the face.
Eli watched the video with Jacobi. They felt proud of the person they once considered their closest friend. Peter sat in his dorm room with a smile plastered across his face. He was proud of Emory.
Sam and Emory finally stepped out into the light together. They held hands as they walked across campus. People moved past them with smiles and nods of approval. They felt good knowing that Jensen couldn’t hide anymore. People were actively looking for him.
And then Emory’s phone chimed. He pulled it out. An email from Columbia’s admissions department. He opened it:
Dear Emory,
Congratulations! You’ve been accepted for the 2026-2027 academic year at Columbia University.
Emory put the phone back in his pocket. Sam glanced over at him.
“Babe, you okay?” He asked.
Emory nodded. “Perfect. I’m perfect.”
Sam spun him into his embrace. They gazed up into each other’s eyes. Then their lips touched. A kiss in the middle of campus to signal that the internet’s hottest couple was back and stronger than ever…because that’s how strong their love is.
TO BE CONTINUED
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