Boy meets third person
1st Person POV: EMORY
I turned and unlocked my door. I opened it. Jacobi was not in the room. Kade cleared his throat, and I turned back around toward him. My friend looked like he had something on his chest that he needed to get off.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Nervous, but fearless,” he breathed.
“Oh,” I exclaimed.
Kade looked down at the floor and then back at me. He shifted on his foot. “Emory, your face card declines to me. You’re tens across the board.”
I smiled from the shock of things. “What? You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” he answered.
Kade quickly closed the distance between. He wrapped his hand around my waist and drew my body to his. I could feel my heart begin to race. It felt like it was going to burst. Kade leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Before I knew it, we were kissing each other. It was deep, ferocious, and hot. He pulled away.
“I guess I got to kiss a hot guy tonight after all,” he said.
“And we’re not done yet,” I told him as I pulled him into my room by his arm. The door closed behind us.
Kade’s tongue slid into my mouth. My hands roamed his body. He reached into my costume and began to gently stroke my throbbing member. I moaned in his mouth. I felt nervous and excited all at the same time. We broke away from our kiss.
“Kade,” I breathed. “Are we sure about this?”
He took a step back from me. His costume dropped to his feet, followed by his boxer briefs. There he stood, completely naked and sexy. My eyes scanned his hot bod. Slowly, they moved down his chest and abs till they reached his thick dark bush of pubes. I took every detail little by little. The base of his thick, creamy shaft came next. His long, eight-inch cut cock stood at full attention.
It pointed out from his body at me. The head glistened with precum. Two walnut-shaped balls dangled between his thick, smooth thighs. The sight of his nude body was enough to convince me that we were going all the way. I removed my gear. My long chocolate dick dangled between my legs. I was aroused and could feel my cock twitch with each passing moment.
Kade ran his tender hand over my chest. I ran my hand down his back. We took the moment to explore one another. The look in our eyes was one of lust.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you, Em,” he said to me.
Kade bit his bottom lip, and then he got on his knees. He opened his mouth and slowly wrapped his cute lips around the head of my cock. I let out a soft gasp.
“Oh my God, Kade,” I moaned.
Kade went to work sucking my cock. His lips felt smooth and soft, gliding along my shaft. He sucked me harder and deeper. I placed my hand on the back of his head. He wrapped his hand around the base of my shaft and stroked my cock. He was hungry for it. His tongue lapped at my slit over and over. The feel of his mouth was such a sweet sensation.
“Suck my dick,” I encouraged as I ran my fingers through his hair.
Kade moaned around my cock. His throat expanded little by little. With each expansion, more of my cock slid down the back of his throat. His mouth made noises that were sexually disgusting yet sexy. I threw my head back in pleasure. Kade locked his jaws around my cock. He showed my dick no mercy.
I pulled Kade to his feet. A string of saliva hung from his mouth and connected to the head of my cock. I pulled him into another kiss. I could taste my precum on his lips and in his mouth. I pulled away from the kiss. Kade got on the bed. He bent over, reached back, spread his smooth, round cheeks, and revealed that pretty pink hole to me.
My hole called me. I couldn’t resist it. I dropped to my knees behind him. I placed my hands on those globes of his and pushed my face between his crack. The smell of his hole was so mesmerizing. I swiped my tongue across it. His body shivered. I pushed my tongue inside his anus and began to lick the inside. I could taste his pink meat. He moaned and pushed more of his ass in my face.
“Oooo…shit,” he cried.
I began to suck his hole. He cried out in pleasure. He pushed more of his ass in my face. My tongue darted in and out of him. I gave his cheeks a firm squeeze and then made them shake. My tongue flicked back and forth across his pucker. My cock throbbed so badly it hurt. I needed to feel his insides wrapped around me. I stood up and lined my cock up with his hole. I pushed, and his hole opened.
“Yes,” he panted. “Fuck me.”
My cock slid inside. His hot walls wrapped around my cock immediately. He let out a loud cry of pleasure. I pushed inch after inch inside of him. My eyes rolled and my mouth fell open. I couldn’t control myself or the urge to fuck him. I began to move in and out of him. My cock slid back and forth across his walls. Kade let out deep and sexy moans. I could feel my balls tapping against his taint. The muscles in his anus clenched and throbbed around my member.
“DAMN,” we both exclaimed.
It felt like my entire body was on fire. As I stroked him, his cheeks bounced. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at me. He looked so sexy taking my dick. I had no idea it could feel so good to be inside someone’s ass. I rammed my cock harder and deeper inside of him. His moans grew louder and louder. I could feel the cum gathering in my balls. My cock was ready to burst. I wanted to slow down and enjoy the ride, but it felt far too amazing.
“Kade,” I cried. “Kade, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“Do it. Cum inside of me, dude. Please. Let me feel it,” he begged.
I pushed deeper inside of him. I felt his walls stretch and then snap back in place around my cock. The muscles in his back tensed. My dick twitched, and then I erupted inside of him.
I pulled my deflated cock out of him and collapsed on the bed next to him. We were both incredibly spent from the experience. Both our chests were heaving as we lay there staring up at the ceiling.
“So…that was interesting,” I said, breaking the silence between us.
Kade rolled onto his side and stared at me. “Interesting, good or bad?”
“Good,” I laughed. “I didn’t think you were into me.”
“Well, I’m interested sexually. I like our friendship. I don’t want to ruin it, but I’m open to a friends with benefits kind of thing.”
“Oh,” I answered. I wasn’t expecting that. Honestly, part of me felt slighted by his response. I had expected him to maybe actually want to date me or something.
“Are you okay with that?” He sounded like he genuinely was concerned about my feelings.
“Yeah,” I lied. I wasn’t really okay with it, but I didn’t want to cause any drama. The truth was that while I enjoyed sex, it all made me wonder if all I was good for was just sex and nothing more meaningful with anyone.
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3rd Person POV: REMAINDER OF STORY
Professor Martinez had everyone’s attention as he always did. Their class discussion on E.M Forster’s From A Room with a View had turned the class into a self-introspective therapy session of sorts. The exchange of free-flowing ideas and ideological differences was making everyone think.
The professor held up the book. He began to pace back and forth from one end of the room to the other as he spoke. The text says: You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.”
“My question to you all…is physical closeness lesser if emotional closeness isn’t present? Or is it just a different language of intimacy?”
The class remained silent. The students awkwardly looked around at one another. Emory shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He looked around, and his eyes met Sam’s. Sam gave him a friendly head nod. Emory snapped his head back around and focused on Professor Martinez.
“I think,” Sam began, “that it’s less. How can you really feel close to someone physically if there aren’t any emotions there?”
Professor Martinez cleared his throat and asked, “Have you ever been cheated on before?”
A beat. Sam leaned back in his chair.
“Yes,” Sam answered. The pain and shame in his voice could be heard by everyone.
Emory felt horrible. He quickly glanced back at Sam. He could see the hurt in the man’s eyes. He wanted to do something to make him feel better or atone for his part in the affair with Peter.
“Did the person who cheated have an emotional attachment, or was it purely physical?” The Professor pressed for answers.
“I think,” Emory interrupted. “I think it’s about the person. Each one of us is different, and so we look at things differently. I would prefer to have emotional connections. Every guy I’ve ever been with since my first has only seen me as someone physical. So maybe the question should be, why do people who want the emotional connection only attract people who see them as just something to do in the moment?”
“Excellent question, Emory. Homework for the evening. In ten sentences or fewer, explain why you attract what you attract, even if it’s not what you really want to attract for your life.”
The bell rang. The students began to shuffle out of the class. Emory quickly made his way through the crowd of people. He looked both ways, desperately trying to find Sam in the crowd of students.
He spotted him exiting the building at the far end of the hall. He ran after him. The skies were cloudy and looked ready to unleash a heavy downpour at any minute. Sam had wanted to get somewhere quiet to be alone with his thoughts. The professor had triggered his heart with that question. The last thing he wanted to deal with was people.
“Sam. Sam, wait up,” came the voice of the last person he expected to hear.
Sam stopped. For some reason, he couldn’t just ignore the guy. For some reason, Emory kept showing up in his life and in his space, and he kept being nice. Sam rolled his eyes for the sake of rolling them, and then he turned around to face the guy who had slept with his boyfriend. Emory stopped running. He was completely out of breath.
“Damn, you move fast,” Emory said between deep breaths.
“You’re not going to die, are you?”
“No. Just not used to running. I wanted to make sure you were okay, and I also wanted to apologize. I’m sorry for the role I played in things with Peter. He was never into me emotionally. I projected my feelings and thoughts onto him.”
“I know,” Sam said as he dropped his shoulders. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I think that’s the part that hurts the most. He could just do that with no care. At the time, I wasn’t there for him how he wanted or needed. I was dealing with…” his voice trailed off as he reflected on something that affected him deeply.
Emory reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything. Cheating is never okay, no matter what was happening. I should know I cheated on my girlfriend at the time with him. As much as I would love to blame Peter for that, I played a big role in it as well.”
“Did you have feelings when you slept with him, or did that come later?”
“I developed feelings the second I laid eyes on him. He looked at me like he saw me and all my secrets. I had been hiding my sexuality for so long, and Peter just saw through it. It felt good to be seen.”
“If you knew about me up front, would you have still slept with him?”
“I’d like to think I wouldn’t have. Considering I cheated on my partner, I probably would have. I didn’t have a sense of people and life then. Still don’t, but now I see how what I did hurt someone else.”
Thunder roared, and the sky opened up. Rain began to fall. Sam grabbed hold of Emory’s hand, and they ran for the dorms. The rain fell heavily from the sky. The two of them were soaked almost instantly.
Before Emory knew it, he was in Sam’s dorm room. The room was nearly dark, minus the natural light that came in from the open curtains. Sam crossed his arms and peeled the wet shirt off his lean body. Emory’s eyes lit up as he examined the track star's athletic frame. Sam unbuckled his pants and dropped them. Emory quickly turned around to face the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting out these wet clothes. You should do the same. You’re gonna get sick,” Sam answered. He was so calm and smooth.
“I don’t have any clothes, and it might not rain long,” Emory stated.
Thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky. They both jumped, turned, and looked out the window.
As Sam stared out the window, he asked, “You were saying?”
Emory cut his eyes over at him. The man stood there in a tight-fitted pair of black boxer briefs. Emory quickly looked away. He turned back around to face the wall and pulled his shirt off.
“I’ll give you something of mine to wear,” Sam said as he stepped closer to him.
Emory felt a chill in his spine. He undid his pants and let them drop. Sam walked over to his dresser and dug through the clothes till he found a pair of sweats and a beater for him. Emory slipped the clothes on.
“Thank you,” he said as he turned and faced Sam.
Sam had slipped on a pair of shorts and a beater.
“You know, the entire time in class I kept thinking about this song that just described how I felt with this love stuff,” Emory told him.
Sam raised an eyebrow and brushed his hair out of his face. “What song? Play it for me.”
“I might dance,” Emory laughed.
“Then dance. I won’t stop you. I might watch, or better yet, I might join you.”
Sam didn’t know why he said it. He didn’t know why he cared to have what was slowly evolving into a friendship of respect with Emory. For a second, Emory looked as if he was going to find a way to get out of it. Something changed in Emory’s eyes. A sparkle of hope and joy flooded them. He pulled his phone out, and Robyn’s “Dancing on my Own” began to play. His body began to move as if he had been doing ballet or classical dance his entire life. Emory instantly sauté and quickly transitioned into the pirouette. His body seamlessly moved from classical ballet moves to ballroom, infused with hip-hop dance moves.
He lost myself in the feel of the music. His mind was set to push his body past its physical limitations. Every spin, leap, twerk, and vibration reminded him that he loved to dance. Sam watched him with amazement in his eyes. Emory did three perfect fouettes, ran, and just as he was about to attempt the whipped throw, he tripped.
Sam caught him just as he was falling face forward. He quickly wrapped his arms around Emory’s waist. His right hand came to rest just above the top of Emory’s ass. They could feel the heat flowing from their bodies. Sam’s chest was strong, lean, and muscled. Their eyes lingered on one another. Sam’s stare was intense and electric. Emory felt his knees almost buckle under the pressure of Sam’s gaze. He quickly pulled away from the man.
“You took ballet?” Sam asked.
Emory shook his head, “No. I taught myself via YouTube. I always knew how to dance. My parents were traditional. No boy should be dancing.”
“That song has a slow version by Calum Scott. It’s haunting. It’s beautiful. Would you listen to it with me?”
“Yeah.”
The Calum Scott version began to play. Emory watched Sam come alive as he felt the words and melody of the song in his bones.
“Let’s dance,” Sam said as he held his hand out.
Emory hesitated for a beat. He took Sam’s hand. Sam pulled him close, and they danced together. After a moment, they stopped moving. The song kept playing, and Emory took a step back. He looked up into Sam’s eyes. Sam smiled down at him. The air in the room changed. The sound outside faded away. The skies turned blue and bright. The pull happened, and just as they felt the shift within and around them, the door opened.
They jumped and pulled away from one another. Peter stood in the doorway with a puzzled look on his face.
“Babe!” Sam said with a look of bewilderment on his face.
“I should leave,” Emory said as he grabbed his backpack.
He quickly pushed past Peter. Emory was back out in the rain with mixed feelings and emotions. He stood still in the pouring rain and slightly turned his body back toward Sam’s dorm. In the pit of his stomach was a certain type of longing he’d never felt before.
Life is funny that way. If you’re not careful, you miss the signs, and in Emory’s case, the signs had been there all along. There was indeed a love story being written for his life, and in case you missed it…allow me to point it out for you. It’s never been about Peter. Emory may have come to college with Peter on the brain, but the heart belonged to someone else. Have you figured it out yet?
TO BE CONTINUED
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