Boy Meets Fall Fantasy
Emory found himself sitting at the foot of Kade’s bed. The television was glaring, but he wasn’t paying it any attention. The last couple of weeks, he had given more into the idea of friends with benefits. It was helping him avoid any conflicts with Sam and Peter. Even in class, he had gone out of his way to purposefully avoid Sam.
“What do you think of this?” Kade asked as he stepped out of the closet.
Emory’s eyes lit up as he took in the sight of his naked friend. Kade stood there in all his nude glory. His cock dangled between his legs, growing harder and harder by the second. His body was smooth and perfect. Kade was thick in all the right places.
“I think I like,” Emory answered as he pulled his shirt off.
Kade bit his bottom lip. He moved across the room and pressed his lips against Emory’s soft lips. He enjoyed the taste and feel of those juicy lips. They began to kiss. Kade parted his lips, and Emory slipped his tongue inside the man’s mouth.
***
Jacobi woke to the sound of a zipper. He wiped his eyes and sat up. Across the room, his eyes found Emory in his boxer briefs. Emory had his back toward him. His full, round ass was on display. There was something about seeing a big ass stuffed in a pair of tight underwear that just turned Jacobi on.
He felt his cock swell under the covers. He pulled the covers back, revealing his massive bulge. He had already managed to stain his underwear. Jacobi licked his sexy, moist pink lips. He ran his hand along the length of his bulge. Emory bent over and stuffed something in his luggage. Jacobi tilted his head to the side as he admired those glutes.
He couldn’t resist the urge to touch Emory. He got out the bed and walked up behind the man. Jacobi positioned himself directly behind Emory. He pressed his cock between those two fluffy cheeks, right in the crack of his ass. Emory smiled as he allowed his body to melt into Jacobi’s manipulations.
“Jacobi,” he said softly. It sounded like a man in heat dying for the cool down.
“I like it when you say my name like that. Shit sounds sexy as fuck.”
“I have to pack. You should be as well. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.”
“Then I’d better hurry up and give you my stuffing,” he said with a charming smirk.
Emory smiled to himself. He sat upright and turned around to face Jacobi. They looked at one another in silence and lust for a moment. Jacobi then dropped to his knees. He reached up and placed his hands on the waistband of Emory’s underwear. He began to peel them off his body.
Emory shuddered from the slow touches. His cock sprang free. It stood at attention and was in dire need of a release. Jacobi wrapped his hand around the shaft and swallowed the head of Emory’s cock down his throat.
***
Eli and Emory walked together across the courtyard as the leaves blew past their face. The fall weather had arrived, and it felt beautiful. Emory pulled his luggage as he listened to his friend talk.
“So, yea, I’m over it, right. I don’t think I wanna date anyone till after the holidays. I feel like I really need time to just touch grass and be like one with myself. How are you going to spend Thanksgiving?”
“Well,” Emory began. “I’m gonna tell my parents that I’m queer.”
“Whoa!” Eli threw their hands up. They stepped in front of Emory, blocking him from moving. “You’re going to tell your super conservative white parents that their token black child, whom they adopted to score talking points with folks at the country club, that said child went to a liberal arts college in the liberal Pacific Northwest, now he’s gay? You also wanna to do it around the dinner table? Emory, do you like breathing?”
“Ye-Yes,” he stammered.
“I can’t tell. I can appreciate a good coming-out story like the next twink, but babe, this isn’t the move. Don’t ruin the holidays.”
“Why do you think my parents will behave irrationally? You’ve never met them before, Eli.”
“Four letters. M…A…G…A”
“That’s three letters. One is just repeated twice.”
“You know what the fuck I’m saying, Emory,” Eli shouted. “Bleeding Christ on a cross.”
Emory laughed. “You are so dramatic!”
“Yeah, keep laughing bitch. It’s going to be the last time you laugh if you tell your parents tomorrow.”
“Whatever you say, sweetness. What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
Eli shifted on their feet and slid their hands into their pockets. “I will be stuck here on campus. My parents are trying to reconnect and find that spark again. They went on a Holiday cruise. Seeing as how I’m often the butt of jokes with the rest of my family, I decided I’d rather spend Thanksgiving alone.”
“No, you’re spending it with me. I’m staying here, and we’ll sneak into the kitchen and cook a big feast just for the two of us.”
Eli smiled at the gesture. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to. If I’m here, I can’t tell my parents that I’m queer, and if I can’t tell them, then I can’t ruin the holiday.”
“So, this would be more like me saving you?” Eli pretended to think things over. Emory slightly shook his head in playful annoyance.
Eli agreed. “Okay. Let’s do it. You better be a good cook bitch!”
HOURS LATER…
Emory stepped out of his dorm room, and his heart nearly dropped. Peter was leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting all day for him to step out of the room. For a split second, Emory thought about stepping back inside the room and locking the door. He knew it’d be a waste.
“He finally emerges,” Peter stated as he kicked off from the wall.
“Peter, I really don’t have time. I have to order a ride share and pick up last-minute food for Thanksgiving.”
“Lucky for you, I have a car. Let’s go.”
Peter walked away. He knew Emory was going to follow. The man barely put up a fight. He groaned in frustration and followed behind him. They got inside Peter’s black F-150.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Peter boldly claimed as he put the truck in drive and drove away.
“I thought you were mad. You walked in on me and your boyfriend alone in his dorm room.”
“Did something happen between the two of you?”
Emory snapped his head in Peter’s direction. “No. I didn’t think you’d believe me. We had such a big fight the last time we spoke. I didn’t want to give you more reasons to dislike me or yell.”
Peter glanced at Emory. His expression softened, and a smile formed in the corners of his mouth. There was something there that he didn’t understand.
“I wasn’t sure what I walked in on, but Sam said it was just two people finally getting a true understanding of the other person. You know we broke up yesterday. We were supposed to spend the holiday together in Seattle. He went home.”
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry. You want to talk about it?”
“No. I just needed to say it out loud to someone.”
“If you’re around campus for Thanksgiving, you can join me and Eli.”
The rest of the ride was quiet. Emory got the food he needed for dinner. The next morning, Emory, Eli, and Peter broke into the school kitchen and began to prepare dinner. The kitchen was quiet. Maybe a little too quiet for comfort. Eli pulled his phone out, and suddenly the kitchen was filled with the sound and lyrics of “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus.
Eli sang, “I can buy myself flowers. Write my name in the sand.”
“Talk to myself for hours,” Emory took over. “Say things you don’t understand.”
The two friends looked at one another and smiled. “Yeah, I can love me better than you can.” They sang.
Peter didn’t want to feel left out. He couldn’t sing, so he did the next best thing: He tossed flour on them. A food fight quickly broke out among them. They chased each other around the kitchen, throwing food, sharing laughs, and good vibes only.
With the food finally in the oven, they had a couple of hours to spare. They headed for the dorms to shower. Peter followed Emory down to his dorm room.
“I can’t believe we actually had enough ingredients to cook the food,” Emory laughed.
“I know, right?” Peter agreed as he stepped into the room behind him.
The door closed, and they took a seat on the bed. Emory suddenly felt nervous sitting next to the guy he had changed his whole life for. There was something soft and gentle about the moment that neither man could ignore. Emory looked at him, and he saw it…
Peter had a mischievous smirk on his face. His eyes were suddenly low with lust and hunger. Emory could feel the shift in the air. He didn’t have to ask Peter what he wanted because the lad stood up and unbuttoned his pants. They dropped down, revealing his long, throbbing, thick cock. Emory inhaled and held his breath as he took in the sight of Peter’s cock.
“Touch me,” he whispered.
Emory exhaled, and very slowly, he reached out. He wrapped his hand around Peter’s cock. That warm flesh made him tingle inside. He tugged on it just a bit to get a bit of precum forming at the slit. Emory stuck his tongue out and flicked it across the slit. Peter let out a sigh.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He quickly took all of Peter’s cock into his mouth. The man let out a string of moans as Emory slowly moved his head back and forth. Peter ran his fingers through Emory’s hair as he forced him to swallow more of his cock.
Peter moaned, “That feels so good. Suck my cock.”
Emory swirled his tongue around the pole. Saliva ran from the corners of his mouth and coated Peter’s cock. As he sucked him off, he ran his fingers along those big, beautiful balls. Emory found himself undressing as he made out of Peter’s erection. It twitched and jumped in his mouth. He could feel it hitting the root of his mouth.
Peter pulled his cock from Emory’s mouth. A long strain of saliva hung from the slit of Peter’s cock. His cock throbbed as it dripped. Emory looked up at the man with those dangerous “fuck me” eyes. Peter couldn’t wait to dive in. First, he needed and wanted to taste the man.
“Bend over. I want to see if you still taste the same,” he instructed.
Those words sent a chill down Emory’s spine. Peter leaned away and allowed his eyes to roam over Emory’s smooth Nubian body. He had to admit that Emory was beautiful. That dark cock had two veins that snaked the length of it. There was the pink head that was fat and wet. Two balls the size of walnuts that were smooth and dangled perfectly. The neatly trimmed bush of hair that sat above the cock was just right.
Emory turned and bent over. That fat, juicy ass poked out. Peter slapped it and ran his strong hands over it. His touch completely relaxed any and all nerves Emory may have felt. He spread those cheeks and took in that tight hole.
Peter extended his long tongue and swiped it across that pucker. Emory moaned softly. Peter kissed his pucker and then pushed his tongue against it. He flicked it back and forth, making it wet. Emory shook his booty cheeks. Peter smacked him on the ass and then began to dart his tongue in and out of the man’s anus.
“Oh shit,” Emory panted. “Peter. Peter!”
The stud pushed his tongue as far and as deep in Emory as possible. It pressed against the walls of his anus. Emory moaned loudly, and Peter reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around that thick, dark cock. He began to stroke it, twist it as he ate him out. Emory bucked back and forth. His balls bounced as Peter worked his hole.
“Tell me what you want,” Peter said with this low and naughty tone.
“I want you,” Emory confessed. “I want you to fuck me.”
Peter smiled as he stood up and slapped his incredibly thick and hard cock against that wet rosebud. He pressed the head of his cock against the opening and held it there. They both savored the moment. They basked in the intensity of feeling, the head slightly opening the hole. Emory breathed out and pushed back. The head fully opened him and slipped inside. They both gasped!
The warmth of Emory’s insides wrapped around Peter’s cock like a glove in the winter snow. Emory’s walls stretched and embraced every ridge in Peter’s cock. He could feel it pressing and sliding against his walls. Peter pushed until his dark pubes rested against Emory’s smooth backside.
“Feel that?” Peter asked. “Every inch. This what you've been wanting since day one?”
Peter placed his hand on the small of Emory’s back and began to move in and out of him. His cock pushed deeper inside of Emory, and then he pulled all the way. He left just the tip and then slammed back inside of him. He wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and began to plow him. His cock moved deep inside Emory. He wanted to touch his guts. With every other thrust, he smacked a booty cheek and watched them bounce.
“Peter, you feel so good,” Emory cried in pleasure.
“You’re making my cock feel fucking special, Emory.”
Emory began to move his body back and forth. He matched the movements of Peter’s strokes. He bucked his body back and forth, moving faster with each movement. He could feel Peter deep inside of him. He welcomed it. He had wanted Peter since the beginning. Peter pulled out and lay on his back.
“Ride me,” Peter demanded.
Emory straddled him. He eased down on Peter’s long pole. His twitching hole welcomed that cock back inside. Peter cuffed a handful of cheeks and began to fuck up into Emory. The man rocked back and forth, causing his cock to rub along Peter’s stomach and smear precum all over him. Their grunts and moans grew louder.
Peter flipped him onto his back. He drove his cock deeper into him. Emory placed his hands on Peter’s lightly hairy, tight buns. Each plow from Peter made Emory’s dick twitch. Peter leaned down, and their noses touched. The strokes slowed down. Peter pressed his lips against Emory’s. He slid his tongue in the man’s mouth. Emory moaned as they kissed, and his cock exploded with cum, drenching him.
“Oh shit. I’m gonna cum,” Peter announced.
He thrust inside Emory. He buried his cock deep inside him. His balls tightened, and then he blew his load deep inside of Emory’s anus.
The sun had begun to set. They had placed a table in the middle of the outdoor court. It was draped with a tablecloth and decorated with all the Thanksgiving items. The food looked delicious. The three of them sat around the table.
“I think we should go around the table and say what we’re grateful for,” Emory announced.
“I like that,” Peter co-signed with a smile.
Emory smiled back at him. Under the table, they held hands. Eli cleared their throat. They wanted to be the first one to speak. Eli stood up, and then they spotted Sam walking across the field.
“Oh my God. It’s Sam.” Eli gasped.
Peter quickly released Emory’s hand. He got up from the table and quickly began to walk toward Sam. The moment they were upon each other, they embraced, and just like that, Emory was back at square one. His fall fantasy gone, and the reminder that he wasn’t the one Peter wanted. Eli noticed the shift in Emory. They extended their hand across the table. Emory took hold of it. He cut his eyes over at them and found Sam staring at him. Sam had a look on his face that Emory didn’t quite understand. However, it made him feel seen.
He felt seen, and he deeply regretted what had transpired with Peter. In the midst of that, something else happened. It was the last thing Emory had expected to feel. A degree of detachment for Peter poured into his heart. He shifted his gaze back to Sam. It was there in the man’s eyes that he felt familiarity. They felt it with each other. Sam smiled at him. It was such a beautiful smile.
Guilt!
It quickly washed over Emory. He let go of Eli’s hand and walked away from the table. Sam’s smile quickly faded as he watched the ebony stud walk away. Emory disappeared into the night beyond the trees.
Peter hugged Sam tighter. The tight squeeze brought Sam back to reality. Despite having Peter in his arms, his mind couldn’t help but wander about Emory. What was it about Emory and his friendship? Sam still hadn’t figured it out yet, but he was determined to understand if it was just a pull or a fall fantasy.
TO BE CONTINUED
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