Boy meets decision time
Have you ever watched your favorite show and something exciting happens, and suddenly there’s music and a whole montage of shit? Yeah? Here’s a whole montage of shit!
Rosé and Bruno Mars “APT” played, followed by:
…Emory slung the backpack across his shoulder. He opened the door, and Sam pushed him back into the room. The door closed…
…Sam ran around the track field with the other runners. He spotted Emory near the bleachers; suddenly, Sam and Emory are in a supply closet kissing and stripping naked…
…Sam is face down in his bed. Emory is giving him long strokes, body pressed flat against his backside…
…Emory sat in the library, looked up, and saw Sam eye fuck him. Quicky got up and walked toward him…
…Sam slammed Emroy face-first into the shelf of books, snatched his pants down, and guided his raw cock right inside of Emory…
…Emory turned the shower off and opened the shower curtain, and a naked Sam pushed him back. Sam stepped in and closed the shower curtains…
…Sam stood under the bleachers, Emory was on his knees, he gave the best blow job of his life…
…Emory backed against the wall in his room; legs wrapped around Sam’s waist as he got pounded…
…Sam bent over the desk in his dorm room as he got pounded by Emory from behind….
...Sam and Emory kissed in the middle of the quad, and they ran off holding hands….
…Sam and Emory fell into Sam’s bed…
…Emory and Sam fell into Emory’s bed…
…Students passed by Sam’s dorm room, stopped, stared, and giggled as they heard the loud, incredible moans from the two men…
…Students in the library looked in utter shock as the moans from the two studs filled the space…
…the librarian stumbled upon them. They quickly struggled to get dressed…
…Sam and Emory ran out the fire exit stairwell from the library, laughing…
End of fucking montage!
“I told you I can’t keep my hands off of you,” Sam told Emory as they stood outside of the library. They faced one another with sparkles and puppy dog love in their eyes.
Emory blushed. He ran his hand across the back of his neck as he briefly looked away. “Good. I don’t want you to ever stop touching me.”
“I don’t have any plans to stop.” Sam snaked his arm around the lower part of Emory’s back. His hand rested right above the top of his ass. “Just like you better never stop touching me.”
Emory grinned. “You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me again.”
Sam smiled devilishly. “I do.”
Emory gagged. “We just nearly got caught. How is that possible?’
“It’s you,” Sam pointed at him as he spoke. “You turn me on, and we have time to make up for, Thor.”
He took Emory by the hand and led him away. Emory happily followed because he couldn’t get enough of what they did to one another. Truthfully, neither one of them could get enough of the other one.
***
Emory stepped into Professor Martinez’s office. It was the first time the two of them had faced one another since they had fucked each other’s brains out for four days in New York City. Daniel stood up from behind his desk to greet Emory. His white button-down fitted his body like a latex glove. The black slacks hugged his quads. He smiled at Emory as if he could still taste him on his lips.
He exhaled. “Emory, thank you for coming.”
Emory nodded his head. “Well, you made it sound pretty urgent.”
“I’d say it is. Columbia hasn’t heard back from you. It’s been a few weeks, and the school year is coming to a close.”
Emory sighed and ran his fingers through his thick curls. “I know. I haven’t found the perfect time to tell Sam. We’re back together, and I’m scared to tell him. Things are going well right now.”
“Well, you have till the end of the day to let my father know,” Daniel said as he handed Emory a business card. “That’s my dad’s phone number. He’ll be expecting a call one way or another.”
Emory took the card. He slipped it into his pocket and turned to walk away.
“Emory?” Daniel called out.
Emory stopped and turned around.
“Love doesn’t make you choose. It encourages, supports, and uplifts. You’re young, and these are the years when you should be out there exploring life and finding who you really are. Your identity isn’t Sam. It’s not even this version of yourself.”
The words the professor spoke sat at the bottom of Emory’s stomach. He didn’t say anything else. He simply smiled and turned, and left the office. He knew he couldn’t make a decision without talking to Sam about it.
***
Sam cut through the trees into the clearing of the field. The wind blew gently against his body as the sun bathed him with warmth. In the middle of the field, he found Emory. There was a picnic blanket and a basket set for the two of them. Sam smiled to himself as he approached Emory.
“What’s all this?” Sam asked.
Emory grinned. “I thought I’d do something special for us. You like?
“I love it,” Sam told him as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Their lips touched for a sweet and simple kiss. “I could get used to being spoiled like this.”
A wave of sadness washed over Emory. His heart tingled. Sam felt the shift in his boyfriend.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Sam asked.
“When I went to New York after we broke up, I applied to Columbia. I got accepted, and I got offered an internship at The New York Times.”
“Wow.” The news shocked Sam. He stepped back and ran his hands over his face. “Congratulations. Columbia would have been crazy not to accept you. You’re smart as fuck. I can understand why you wanted to leave then. We’re back together now, so you’re going to reject the offer, right?”
Emory cleared his throat. “I have to give an answer tonight, but it seems wrong to leave if we’re working on our relationship. Right?”
“I don’t want to be anywhere without you.” Sam kissed his hand, and they took a seat on the blanket. “You’re where you belong. Right here with me.”
Emory’s head rested in Sam’s lap. Sam's pink lips hovered over Emory’s lips. That long and wavy dark hair draped over Emory’s chest as Sam held his head down. Their lips touched. Their kiss started so softly and innocently. Sam’s tongue slid across Emory’s fat, wet lips as his hand slid inside of Emory’s shorts.
Emory kissed Sam back with every part of him. Sam’s hand ran along the length of Emory’s cock. His fingers teased the shaft and made it throb. The wind blew gently upon them like a lover's breath. Sam pulled away from Emory. Their eyes sparkled with magic and hope.
Emory sat up and spun around toward Sam. He pulled his shirt off, and the sun kissed his chocolate skin and warmed him from top to bottom. The birds chirped a melody of love in the air. Sam kissed the stud's neck and then moved down his body. Sam kissed his nipples. His lips made them erect. He rolled his tongue across them and then took them into his mouth. Emory let out a whimper.
As Sam sucked on him, he ran his hand across the front of Sam’s shorts. He could feel his throbbing member. Sam gently pushed him back onto the picnic blanket. He undid his shorts and pulled them off. They rolled past Emory’s thick quads. His cock flopped out, and Sam quickly bent down and engulfed it. He wrapped his lips around the member and began to suck it.
“Oooh…shit,” Emory moaned.
He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair as the man took his cock to heaven's gates. Sam wrapped his hand around the base as he moved up and down the shaft. His tongue rolled around it. He nibbled lightly on the head. His saliva coated Emory’s thick piece of dark meat. Emory’s body craved Sam’s touch. He loved the way he felt under his care.
“Let me see my hole, Thor,” Sam whispered to him.
Emory nodded his head, and Sam lifted the man’s legs. He folded him almost in half as he exposed that delicious hole. He kissed Emory’s pucker and then shoved his face in between those fluffy cheeks. His tongue lapped at the hole. He speared it, and his tongue darted in and out of Emroy’s tunnel. He wagged it back and forth, making sure it slapped those walls.
“Eat my ass, Sam,” Emory groaned. “Eat me, babe.”
He released him, and Emory quickly went for Sam’s shorts. He pulled them down and exposed that fat cock. It was already erect and heavy. Emory took it into his mouth. Sam tossed his head back and let out a moan. Emory positioned himself on his knees. He took Sam deeper into his mouth and down his throat.
“OH MY GOD!” Sam’s voice echoed through the trees. “Fuck. You suck my dick so good.”
Sam rocked his hips back and forth. He slapped those round booty cheeks. Emory’s throat expanded and tightened around Sam’s cock. He cuffed those low-hanging balls in one hand and stroked that huge piece of meat with the other. His tongue played with the slit of Sam’s cock. Precum dripped into Emory's mouth. His lips sealed around Sam’s cock with perfection.
“I want to fuck you,” Sam said softly.
Emory turned around and pushed his ass out. Sam ran his hands over the cheeks. He placed the head of his cock at Emory’s hole and smeared his precum all over it. He teased his boyfriend over and over. He pushed gently against the tight hole and then pulled away. Emory's breaths grew labored with each passing second.
“You want it?” Sam asked.
Emory nodded his head, “Yes. Put it in me. Please.”
Sam smiled at him. It was a brilliant yet delicious smile. He positioned his cock right at Emory’s incredible entry. He pushed, and the head slipped inside with ease. Emory’s body was used to Sam and his extremely long cock. Emory’s entire body went rigid, and then it relaxed. Sam began to work his hips as he moved his cock in and out of Emory’s tight hole. Emory’s body rocked back and forth. He took Sam like no one ever could or would be able to.
“You were fucking made for me,” Sam whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Emory panted.
Sam began to stroke him harder and deeper. His balls smashed into Emory’s taint as the sun burned their skin. Emory stroked his cock, and Sam kissed the man along his neck and back. That cock spread his cheeks wider. His hole flexed around the beast. Sam pounded into him. His strokes went from slow and tender to fast and passionate. He wrapped his arm around Emory’s neck and pulled his body close.
“Babe, you’re so fucking deep,” Emory cried.
“Feel me? Feel me stretching your hole,” Sam boasted.
Emory could absolutely feel it. Sam’s cock worked his hole. It stretched him out completely. Their bodies rocked and slapped into one another. Their sweaty skin kissed under the sunlight and the trees. Sam put him on his side. His dick went deeper in the new position. He pounded into him.
“Fuck baby,” Emory panted. “You're stretching my hole.”
Sam moved faster and harder. His cock reached incredible new depths. He pounded deeper. His balls smashed into Emory’s body over and over. Emory moaned louder and louder. The veins in his neck and forehead appeared ready to burst at any moment. Sam’s cock piston through Emory’s guts. That hole moistened.
“You’re mine, Emory. All mine,” Sam told him as he kissed him.
That cock danced in Emory’s hole. Sam took him from one extreme to another. He pounded him hard and deep. Each stroke made Emory’s cock leak with juice. The hole sounded like a wet factory as Sam pounded him. He lipped Emory onto his back and took him. He long dicked him.
They both began to moan and pant. The passion intensified between them. Sam fucked him relentlessly. It was passionate, powerful, and perfect. He wrapped his hand around Emory’s throat. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper. It stroked Emory’s prostate. Sam’s body dripped with sweat. His hair clung to his forehead.
Emory stroked his fat cock as Sam drilled his hole open. The sound of their skin clapping sounded like a song through the trees and wind. Sam’s balls churned. His cock swelled in Emory. He pounded into him, and then he let out a groan. His dick exploded inside Emory’s chute. He didn’t stop stroking that ass. He stroked harder and faster as Emory stroked his cock.
“FUCK,” Emory shouted.
His cock exploded. White semen shot from his cock over and over. The creamy white substance covered his dark meat. His body convulsed in the afterglow and aftermath of the pleasure they had just given one another.
***
Emory moved around the campus with no purpose. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Peter stood next to him and gave him a friendly smile. Their friendship had truly blossomed into something special.
“Why do you look so zoned out?” he asked.
“No reason. I got accepted into Columbia,” Emory said casually.
“Holy shit! Congratulations,” Peter exclaimed. He quickly lifted Emory and spun him around.
They laughed like two people who’d known each other their entire lives. For a moment, something strange happened between them. Their eyes told a story that they hadn’t expected to read again. A flicker of warmth spread between them. Peter put him down, and they just smiled for all of two minutes without saying a word.
“How did the boyfriend take it?” Peter asked.
Emory cut his eyes. “I think he’s not on board. Part of me gets it. We’ve been through so much, and we just got back together.”
“Sam loves you. He’s gonna support you no matter what. You know I’ll be here cheering you on.” The honesty in his voice was terrifying.
Emory whispered. “You make it sound like I’ve already decided.”
Peter smiled. “Haven’t you?”
“No,” Emory replied. “I was walking around trying to figure it out.”
Peter brushed a curl from Emory’s forehead. “Then don’t let me stop you. Walk and figure it out. Then let me know.”
Peter took hold of Emory’s hand and held it as if it were the last time he’d ever get to be that close to him. Their hands parted, and Peter slowly backed away. He gave Emory a head nod, turned, and walked away.
Emory moved around the campus with his thoughts. Every single event from the first day of campus, and every special moment he shared with Sam, played in his mind. He found himself near the center of campus. Across the way, he heard their laughter. His eyes lifted, and he saw them all together laughing and having fun. They all looked like they belonged right where they were. Kade’s body rested against Marcel. Jacobi had his arms wrapped around Eli. Off to the side of them was Sam.
After everything that occurred, Emory never bothered to try and reach out and fix his friendship with Eli and Kade. He had accepted that Sam was friends with them. He loved that they all had found each other.
Sam felt Emory nearby. He looked up, and their eyes met. He smiled and waved his boyfriend over. Emory declined. He was on the outside there, and he liked it that way. It was at that moment that the truth revealed itself to him. He smiled to himself. He pulled the card out and dialed a number.
“Hi, Dean Martinez, this is Emory Thornton. I’m sorry it took me so long to reach out. I wanted to make sure I was doing things for the right reasons, and I’m ready. If the offer is still there, I would love to accept the internship and my acceptance into Columbia.”
He finished his phone call and sent a text message to Peter.
I’m going to Columbia.
Always knew you were destined for greatness. We’re celebrating tonight!
“Hey,” Sam greeted him as he wrapped his arms around him from behind.
Emory put his phone away. He turned to face him. “Hey.”
“Every year, my parents throw this huge high society gala in Austin. I never bother to go. They want to meet you, and I want you to meet them, so I figured we could go together.”
Emory blinked. Then blinked again. “You want me to meet your parents?”
Sam laughed. “Yeah. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
So, how do you tell your first love that you’re moving across the country without breaking their heart in half? How do you tell them that you’ve outgrown the space and place that you were never meant to truly walk in? How do you say my season here has passed, but my love for you remains the same?
Emory’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out. A text message from Peter. It was a selfie of him with a sad face. The caption read: I’m sad already, Em.
Emory read the message and laughed. Sam cleared his throat. Emory looked up from the phone.
“What’s in that phone that’s so important?” Sam asked.
“Nothing. Just Peter being silly.”
Sam shifted uncomfortably. “I know I’m supposed to be okay with your friendship with him, but I don’t like him taking your attention when you’re in front of me.”
“I’m sorry,” Emory apologized as he put the phone back in his pocket. “He’s a really good friend, and he was there for me when we were broken up.”
“I know, and I’m trying to respect it like how you respect my friendship with Kade and Eli. Which I wish you’d try and make amends with them.”
“I’m good,” Emory quickly answered. “So, you and me in Austin, Texas. I’m here for it. When do we leave?”
Sam smirked. “The gala is next week. It’s going to be an epic night.”
Their noses touched, and then their lips connected. As they kissed, Peter stumbled upon them. His heart fluttered. He tried to conceal his hurt. Despite all his efforts of late, he had found himself completely in love with the one and only Emory Christopher Thornton, and damn it felt good to love the man even though it hurt like hell to see him love someone else!
TO BE CONTINUED
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