Boy meets the Hortons
The gates opened to the sprawling, lush green acres of land. The black sedan made its way up the long driveway. It stopped in front of the old English-style brick house with the vines that ran up the side of it. Sam stepped out of the car. His mother, father, sister, and older brother were all waiting to greet him. They looked like the picture-perfect family. Everyone last one of them had wavy black hair and soul-stealing eyes.
“Sam,” his mother smiled and opened her arms.
“Hey, Mom,” he smiled and hugged her. He turned to his father and spoke. “Dad.”
“Samuel, you look good, son.” His father gave him a firm pat on the back. That was about as much affection as his father ever showed.
“Where is he?” his sister asked impatiently.
“Rachel,” their mother warned. “Be nice.”
“I am,” she replied delightfully. “I just want to meet the guy who knocked Peter out of the family and stole my brother away at Christmas time.”
“Emory didn’t steal me. We created our own Christmas,” Sam said matter-of-factly.
Emory stepped out of the car. The wind blew his curls as the sun bore down on his chocolate skin. He stood directly next to Sam with a bag of presents in one hand. They held each other’s hands. Emory quickly took in the appearance and facial expression of everyone. They all seemed okay with him.
“Hi,” Emory spoke as he waved his hand.
“Emory, I’d like to introduce you to my family. This is my mother, Lila. My father, Jude. My little sister, Rachel, and my older brother, David. Everyone, this is my boyfriend. This is Emory Thornton.”
Emory smiled politely, “It's really nice to meet you all. Sam has told me so much about each one of you. I hope it’s okay. I got everyone a little something.”
Emory handed them all their own individual presents. Each one was wrapped in a different type of paper with a custom-made ribbon.
Lila gave him a charming smile. “Well, Emory, bribing us with gifts. You really are from a family of politicians.”
“Really,” Jude’s eyes lit up. “Do tell.”
“My mother is the mayor of Parish, Texas. It’s a small town about 40 miles East of El Paso. My father is a county commissioner, and he serves as a political consultant. The crown jewel of the family is my grandfather. He was a six-term U.S. Senator from our very own Texas.”
“Go on, Emory,” Lila encouraged him. “Tell him who your grandfather is.”
Emory smiled. He was truly proud of his grandfather. “Conrad McDowell.”
“The Conrad McDowell?” Jude’s eyes sparkled. His tough guy act faded into the abyss. “Emory, you must be majoring in political science .”
Emory chuckled nervously. “I’m actually majoring in journalism. I love to report on politics and all the things going on in the world. I just don’t like the game of politics.
Jude looked to Sam with a merry smile and then shifted his gaze and attention back to Emory.
“A man with principle. Come walk with me, son. Let’s see if I can corrupt you.” Jude wrapped his arm around Emory’s neck, and they walked off. Emory willingly went.
“Dad,” Sam called out.
“Relax. I’m just getting to know Emory.” He shouted back at his son.
“Don’t look now, but Dad just stole your boyfriend,” David joked.
“God, you’re such a dick,” Sam quipped.
“David,” Lila frowned. “Don’t be crude.”
“He can’t help it,” Rachel partially joked. “His DNA is made up of crudeness and stupidity.”
“Better than bitch,” David retorted.
Sam looked at his mom with pleading eyes. “Mom, please don’t let dad run him off.”
“Something tells me that Emory can handle himself extremely well,” she said with a knowing smile. “There’s something about him. I like him, and I like how you’re glowing.”
Sam blushed. “I love him.”
She smiled, “I can tell. It’s all over your face.”
Sam shrugged with a playful grin. “You knew a lot about him. You ran a background check, didn’t you?”
“Just like I do with anyone my children bring home,” she answered without a second thought. “No exceptions to that rule.”
***
The day had gone by with tons of laughs, great conversations, and fun games. Emory fit like a missing piece of the puzzle. The family had just sat down for dinner at the long cherry oak wood dining table. Jude had, for the umpteenth time, tried to get Emory to engage in a full-fledged debate on the current state of the country. Emory didn’t engage. He behaved like a true consummate gentleman. His responses were neutral and objective. A journalist with integrity, but a powerhouse politician waiting to be awakened. Jude could smell it, and he loved it. He loved people with purpose.
“So, Emory,” David began. “I saw just a little while ago that Jensen Tolbert was arrested. A lot of people have come out claiming they were sexually assaulted.”
Emory nearly choked, and Sam froze at the mention of the man’s name. Lila quietly noticed the shift in our son. She didn’t speak about it, but a mother’s love always knows.
“I think it’s pretty badass what you did. You helped a lot of people,” David concluded with a goodwill head nod.
“Thank you,” Emory barely uttered.
“I had no idea that man was like that. I feel awful that we hired him to help you out, sweetie,” Lila said to Sam.
“People like that deserve to be placed in the darkest points of hell,” Jude added.
“I agree,” Emory co-signed. He raised his glass. “Here’s to Jensen Tolbert finding the same torture in prison that he inflicted in freedom.”
“Here. Here,” Jude raised a glass, and the rest of the family followed.
“Sam, I really am sorry,” Lila apologized once again.
Sam swallowed so hard his throat nearly closed. “It’s okay. I’m fine. I mean, it sucks what he did, but I was never in any danger.”
“Emory, how’d you meet him?’ Rachel asked. It was the million-dollar question that stayed on everyone’s mind.
Emory looked around the table. All of their eyes were on him. Under the table, he took hold of his hand and just held it. They both felt stronger. Together, they were a powerhouse couple, even if they didn’t know it.
“Can we not do this?” Sam asked his family. “Let's just be grateful he’s off the streets, and no one else ever has to be hurt by him.
Emory knew that people would always want to know how he came to be in the crosshairs of that man. There was no need to pretend it wasn’t a valid question.
Emory cleared his throat. “I reached out to Jensen because I knew he had helped Sam in the past. I thought I was doing something sweet and cute by bringing him around to get Sam running even faster. I had tried to fluff his ego about the Olympics and getting him to qualify for it. I didn’t anticipate the man developing into a nightmare.”
“He tried to break us up,” Sam looked at Emory with grateful eyes as he spoke. “But we’re unshakeable…now.”
They held each other’s gaze. How’d they get so lucky to have found one another? How’d they ever go so long without each other? Peace and safety, along with appreciation, could be found in their exchange with one another.
“Good. That means Emory being at Columbia will be just another test you pass,” Lila added.
“What?” Sam asked. “Columbia? Emory’s not going. He got accepted, but he turned it down.”
Emory exhaled and held Sam’s hand tighter. “I accepted. I’m going to Columbia.”
“Are you serious right now?” Sam’s voice was low. It sounded as if his soul had been disturbed. “My mother knew, and I didn’t know that my boyfriend is moving across the country.”
Emory stammered, “I wanted…I was going to tell you. I didn’t know how. You didn’t allow me to tell you how excited I was. You instantly told me I wasn’t going.”
“We just got back together, Emory,” he yelled.
Emory yelled, “Whose fault is that?”
“Are you blaming me?” Sam was shocked by the question.
“No, Sam. I blame Jensen Tolbert.” Emory took a deep breath. “I need to do this for me. I’ve spent the last year unsure of myself at times and where I fit in. Even when I was alone in New York, I didn’t feel alone. I felt purpose and like something pulled at me. I can’t give up this opportunity, and I can’t give you up either. So, please don’t make me choose between you and my destiny.”
“Destiny,” he said it as if it were a joke of a word.
Sam got up from the table and began to walk away. Emory stood up. He thought about chasing him, and then he quickly decided against it. A relationship like theirs needed to be about choices and no longer about chasing. If they were going to survive being apart, the dynamics needed to shift.
“Samuel Preston Horton,” he called out his name with authority.
Sam froze. Everyone at the table looked around at one another. They looked and acted like little children who had just gotten in trouble. Sam wanted to walk away, but he couldn’t. Not again. He knew he needed to answer Emory’s call.
“You do not walk away from me,” Emory began. “We made a promise to one another. Honor your word. Look at me and talk to me.”
Sam turned around. His face had turned red. His cheeks were puffed out. His eyes filled with water. His bottom lip twisted. He was disappointed with how he had found out the news.
“I am angry, Emory. I wanna say things that I might regret later,” he confessed.
“I don’t care. You say them to me. We talk out our feelings, and we apologize when we need to, but you don’t get to shut me out anymore.”
Sam held his hand out. He knew his boyfriend was right. Emory walked over and took hold of his hand. They walked away. Lila took a sip of her wine.
“I think our son may have found the one,” she said with a sassy, impressed tone. “I approve.”
They entered Sam’s bedroom. Emory had set up a sweet gesture. There was a massage table, oils, and candles lit in the room. Sam turned and faced him.
“You did this?” Sam asked.
“I did. I freaking love you. It’s eating me up knowing that you’re hurt and I’m not trying to hurt you.”
“Then why are you leaving me?’ The words jumped out at Emory.
“I’m not leaving you. Sam, I spent my entire life unsure of myself and afraid to spread my wings. Then one night, I slept with a boy, and I flipped my entire life upside down. I was supposed to go to UT. Instead, I ended up at SU. I jumped from bed to bed looking for someone to love me because I never loved myself. I always felt unwanted in life.”
“I want you,” Sam told him with desperation in his voice.
“When I told you that I didn’t cheat on you. You didn’t believe me. You said you hated me, and it brought up things in me. I felt like something was wrong with me. No one wanted me. My friends practically turned on me. When I was ten, my parents finally told me I was adopted. I knew I was different. I was a little black kid with two white parents. I got teased a lot…being the only dark person in white spaces. I would always wonder what was so wrong with me or about me that my birth mom took one look at me and said she didn’t want me. I thought I was okay, and then I found myself with no friends, and honestly, if it hadn’t been for Peter, I don’t think I would have survived. But it brought up all those old feelings again, and then I went back to New York. I wasn’t alone, and I felt like I was home. I need to do this for me…for us. I need to finally tap into who I am. You saw me, but I haven’t seen me yet. I’m ready to meet Emory.”
“I’m scared that you’ll leave and find someone better. You’ll forget me. “
“Sam, I can never forget you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To forget you is to lose all the parts of me I discovered with you. I’ll never forget you. You’ll always be my, Samuel, and I’ll always be your Thor.”
Sam pulled him in for a kiss. It was a kiss deep from the chambers of his heart. The love between them was something beautiful and magical. They loved in ways most people could only ever dream of.
***
Emory ran his hands over Sam’s naked body. The oil from his hands made Sam’s skin shine and feel warm. Sam laid there with his eyes fixed on Emory as his body responded to every sensual touch. Emory slowly worked his way down the stud’s body. His hands moved along Sam’s thighs. He massaged every muscle and every nerve. The blood in Samuel’s body moved south. His cock began to harden. The shaft slowly began to rise like a towering inferno over Sam’s stomach.
Emory bit his lips as he admired his work. He bent at the waist and ran his tongue across Sam’s heavy balls. The man shivered as Emory’s tongue lathered his balls. That long tongue traveled up the left of Sam’s shaft and then slowly swirled around the head of his cock. Emory opened his mouth and swallowed Sam’s penis.
“Fuck,” Sam whispered through panted breaths.
Emory slowly moved his hands along Sam’s body as he continued to suck his cock. His tongue bathed the shaft as his lips gave the beauty a premium massage. Sam propped himself up on his elbows to observe Emory. He was transfixed on every move and everything that involved Emory.
Emory wrapped a hand around the base of Sam’s throbbing cock. He slowly worked his hand up and down the pole. He wanted the man to completely surrender to him. He wanted Sam at his mercy. Precum dripped from Sam’s fat cock. Emory used it as lube along with his saliva to stroke the man.
“Your dick is so fuckin’ huge,” Emory exclaimed with a twinkle of lust in his eyes.
Sam grinned mischievously. “I never get tired of hearing you say that.”
Emory glared at him with loving eyes. “I want you on your stomach.”
Sam wasted no time. He rolled onto his stomach. Emory ran his firm hands over Sam’s pert glutes. He massaged them with perfection and sensuality. A soft moan escaped from Sam as Emory manipulated his round little buttocks. Emory spread those cheeks and exposed that tight pink little pucker to the cool air in the room.
“Fuck, babe,” Sam said softly.
“Perfect little ass, and it's all mine,” Emory proclaimed. “Every part of you is all mine.”
“I’m all yours,” Sam agreed.
Little chills formed around the pucker. It pulsed and winked with every breath Sam took. Emory lowered his face. His tongue rolled around it and down the perineum. Sam’s entire body quivered. Emory’s tongue pushed against his tight hole. It slipped inside by an inch. The man began to dart his tongue in and out of Sam’s anal cavity. He spread Sam’s cheeks wide. He sucked every part of his anal ring into his mouth. Emory began to slurp and roll his tongue around the anus. Sam pushed back against it. He wanted Emory deep inside of him. His cock ached underneath as his body cried out for more. Emory drenched that hole in his saliva. He painted it with every trace of his DNA.
“I want you to suck my dick.” Emory’s voice was low and naughty.
Sam hopped off the massage table. Emory took his place. Sam kissed him. Their tongues licked the inside of each other’s mouths as Sam stroked Emroy’s fat rod. The chocolate cock grew to its maximum potential. The pink head glistened with precum. Sam moved downward and took it into his mouth.
“That’s it. Suck my dick, baby,” Emory moaned. “Get it nice and wet.”
His tongue exploded with Emory’s flavor. He moved his head up and down and his tongue around the pole. He sucked on Emory’s smooth chocolate balls and then rolled his tongue along the shaft. He sucked that big black cock back into his mouth. Sam wrapped his hand around the base and tugged it downward as he sucked the head. His lips provided the perfect sensation.
Sam sucked harder and faster. His mouth made naughty suction sounds as he ate every inch of Emory’s cock. His hole tinged for what was coming. That dick spilled juices into his mouth, and he happily swallowed every bit of it. His tongue flicked across the frenulum, which caused Emory to moan in deep pleasure.
“I want you to fuck me,” Sam informed him as he straddled the man.
He eased down on Emory’s perfect cock. It breached through his wet hole. Sam gasped as he moved down on it. He quickly began to bounce up and down on Emory’s rod as he stroked his own fat piece of meat. Those velvety walls welcomed Emory’s cock. The stud began to thrust his hips up and plow into Sam. They moved their bodies together like a perfect song and dance.
“Oh fuck. You feel so good in me,” Sam cried.
Emroy's hands moved down the smooth of Sam’s back and onto his bouncy ass. He could feel every muscle and ounce of fat as Sam rode him. Their lips met in a fiery exchange of kisses. Sam bounced up and down and rocked his body back and forth. The man could be an absolute power bottom when he needed to be.
“Fuck, Sam, you feel so fucking good inside,” Emory professed.
Emory cuffed Sam’s ass and helped him bounce up and down on his pole. They both began to pant as Emory drove his cock deep inside of Sam’s anus. Those heavy balls tapped against Sam’s backside over and over. Their eyes met, and they could only stare at one another. Their faces were twisted with pleasure.
They blinked, and Sam found himself on his knees at the edge of the table. Emory’s cock glided in and out of that dripping wet hole. Emory planted soft kisses along Sam’s back. He dragged his lips and tongue across that white flesh. His dick moved effortlessly through Sam’s chute. Sam loved every minute of it. Emory knew exactly how to fuck his mind, body, and soul simultaneously.
“Oh my God,” Sam panted. “Deeper. Deeper, baby.”
Emroy wrapped his arms around Sam’s body and pulled him close. He rolled his tongue around in the man’s ear. Sam’s hole clenched around Emory's slick dick. Emory's arm dropped to Sam’s angry cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to stroke it. Sam’s body tingled from head to feet.
“This pussy so good,” Emory whispered.
Emory’s balls slapped against Sam’s balls. Those cheeks clapped with every thrust. He flipped Sam onto his back. He slipped his cock back inside of him. He watched with deep fascination as Sam’s balls bounced. That huge cock leaked all over Sam’s stomach. Sam took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. Emory pounded into him harder and faster. That cock punched against his prostate.
“I’m gonna cum,” Sam panted.
Emory smiled. “Cum for me.”
“I’m gonna cum, daddy,” Sam cried.
His fat cock pulsed, and thick white cream fired out from him like a canyon. His hole throbbed around Emory’s cock. The sensations overwhelmed Emory. He slammed his hips into Sam’s body one last time. His cock pushed deep into those mushy guts, and his cock twitched. Emory let out a growl from deep within himself. His cock sprayed Sam’s insides with thick white cum.
***
Sam sat on the porch under the Texas moonlight. The house was quiet. The world slept peacefully as his mind turned. Lila came out and sat on the porch next to her baby boy.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“Me neither,” she replied. “Emory is something special. He has an authority about himself. I can just see the two of you in DC…young queer conservative couple takes on the world. He is politician coded. He just doesn’t see it yet.”
Sam smirked. “His mom said the same thing. She asked me if I was into it because Emory refuses to entertain it. I say give him time. He’s slowly beginning to see himself.”
“You both are strong and fierce. I am so sorry I didn’t protect you, Sammy.”
Sam turned and looked at her. She had tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Mom?”
“Emory was protecting you. We brought that man into your life. I saw it in your eyes tonight, and I saw what Emory did for you. Anyone who would risk their own reputation for my son will always have my support. He loves you with a rare love, and you love him back the same way.”
“I love him so much. I don’t want him to go. I’m so scared, Mom,” Sam cried.
“Sometimes in life, you have to face a decision that’s so tough. You have to realize how much you love someone and then do something painful. You have to love them enough to set them free because if you’re meant to be, they’ll come back to you.”
“I’m afraid to find out,” he admitted. “I can’t imagine anybody else taking up this space in my heart.”
“Then don’t,” his father’s voice came from behind.
They both turned around. Jude smiled down at his son. There was something undeniable about the chemistry, love, and respect that he had witnessed between his son and Emory. He saw the staying power of their love in the subtle as well as the loud gestures.
“You come alive around him. He lights you up, and it’s clear you light him up. He was willing to fight for you right there in front of the entire family, and you let him in. I’ve never seen you let anyone in like that. So, you don’t imagine life without him. You live life with him because if it lasts or fails, the only way you’ll know is to go forward with no regrets,” Jude told him as he sat down. “I was never the overly sentimental or affectionate type. I know you ran track to get that side of me. I have to ask you, son, what do you wanna do? What’s your dream? I’m gonna do everything in my power to make it happen. You’re smart, and you make excellent grades. You can be whatever you want.”
Sam chuckled to himself. He hadn’t really thought that much about it. He closed his eyes and let all his thoughts float away. He envisioned a future in which he could be anything, and he knew what he wanted.
“I saw Emory before he saw himself. I helped pull him out of his shell. I helped Kade. I like helping people. I want to be a doctor. A psychiatrist, to be exact.”
Sam smiled at the idea of being known to the world as Dr. Samuel Horton. He could only imagine the sassy remark Emory would give him. He’d probably tell him he always knew he’d be a doctor. The funny thing was that was exactly what Emory would say later.
“Okay. So, I have an idea,” his dad said.
He leaned over and began to discuss the thoughts in his head. Maybe just maybe Sam and Emory could survive three years apart because one thing Sam knew for sure was that he didn’t want to love anyone else the way he loved Emory Thornton.
TO BE CONTINUED
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