BOY MEETS WTF
Emory tried his hardest to keep his attention on Professor Martinez. He couldn’t help himself, though. Emory turned slightly and looked across the room. He pretended to scan the room, but really, he was looking for him. His eyes met Sam’s stare. Sam had an intense look on his beautiful, charming face as he chewed on his bottom lip. A brief eye lock, but it was enough to reveal that they were both watching each other.
Emory quickly looked away. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sam smirked to himself, and he leaned back in his seat. He refocused his attention on Professor Martinez.
“You all can expect an email sometime today. I will be assigning you a partner, and the two of you will present on how literature has changed the individual you interviewed compared to the paper you wrote on day one, explaining who you thought you were. That will be your final for this class,” Professor Martinez announced.
The bell rang, and the students began to shuffle their way out of Professor Martinez’s class. Emory could feel Sam staring at him from across the room. He had done a fairly decent job of staying away from both him and Peter since Thanksgiving. Sam tried to keep his eyes on Emory. He wanted to talk to him. They hadn’t spoken to one another since that day in his dorm room. The unspoken, unresolved, and unsettling tension was driving him insane.
Sam closed his eyes for a moment. He could feel a tension headache brewing from all the thoughts running through his brain. His eyes opened, and just like that, he’d lost sight of Emory in the crowd. He moved through the crowd of people searching for him. He couldn’t find him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He looked around, and then he saw Professor Martinez gathering his things. “Professor, can I ask you something?”
***
Emory flopped down at the table with Kade and Eli. They exchanged a knowing glance with one another. Emory let out an exhausted sigh.
Eli cut their eyes, “More drama in the Peter saga?”
“No, not really. Sam hasn’t confronted me yet. I mean, aside from the weird stares he keeps giving me in class. Nothing has happened.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Kade asked. “That’s a good thing, right? Sam is like an athlete. No offense, but I think he can kick your ass.”
Emory leaned back in shock. Eli snickered at the comment. The comment was unnecessary, but came from a deep place.
Emory blinked and asked, “Who bit off your dick this morning?”
Kade threw his hands up. “I’m not trying to be mean. I’m just saying that for some reason, no one knows, he let the first time you slept with Peter slide. Then you had sex with the guy again. This time, knowing Sam existed. You’re not innocent in this. If you want him to know or blow his shit, then say something.”
“Well, first of all, Kade, Peter said they were broken up when it happened this time around.”
“Doesn’t matter. You were building a weird ass friendship with Sam,” Kade retorted.
Emory twisted his face as if he was about to hand out the read of the century. His phone chimed. It was an email from Professor Martinez. He opened it, and his heart almost exploded. His partner was the one and only Sam! Of course it was Sam, how could it not be?
“Fuck my life,” Emory uttered in shock.
“What’s wrong?” Eli asked as they took a sip of their soft drink.
Emory quickly began to gather his things. “Nothing,” he began as he cut his eyes at Kade. “I don’t want to sound like a whiny, pathetic bitch, but I guess when you start giving your dick to bitches you begin to act like one.”
Kade’s nose flared, and his cheeks turned bright red. Eli choked on their soda and spat it out across the table. People stopped and stared for a second. Emory walked away with his things.
“Dude, what the fuck? I usually give him a hard time. What am I missing?” Eli asked.
Kade rolled his eyes.
Emory stormed across the dining hall. The rage he felt was blinding in more ways than one. It was blinding; he didn’t even see Peter until he ran into him. They smashed into one another.
“Whoa,” Peter exclaimed as he touched Emory’s arm.
That touch sent Emory’s mind spiraling back to Thanksgiving. In his dorm room, on his bed. On a bed he still had to sleep in that carried the weight of those memories. Emory could feel his chest tighten, but it wasn’t because he still wanted him. For the first time, he had a new emotion. It was anger. It was anger for the way Peter was treating Sam.
“Don’t touch me,” Emory said as he pulled away.
Peter’s eyes widened. The comment caught him off guard. “I’m sorry. You did run into me.”
“Wouldn’t be the first stupid thing involving you that I’ve done, but it is the last,” he firmly stated.
Peter chuckled nervously and ran his fingers through his black hair. “You’re mad, and I get it. I thought things were over between me and Sam. I’m sorry.”
“HA!” Emory looked him deep in the eyes. “I don’t need your sorry. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, Imma act a damn fool. So, to protect the peace, stay away from me.”
Emory attempted to walk away. Peter grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back.
“Let me go, Peter.”
Peter unhanded him. “We were both there, so you don’t get to act all innocent. You were more than happy to take your cheap clothes off for me.”
“Good thing I wear classy brands now, and I never said I was innocent. I was a fool, but I’m wiser now. The only person innocent in this is Sam. He deserves better than you. We both do. I hope one day he wakes up and touches grass and sees you for what you are.”
Peter gulped, “Are you going to tell him?”
“I should, but I don’t want to play a bigger role in breaking his heart. So, leave me alone, Peter.”
***
Sam was deep in his thoughts as he dribbled the basketball in his dorm room. The knock at the door interrupted his game. He walked over and opened the door. Emory was standing there with a hard face. He instantly began to smile. His contagious and infectious smile made Emory’s tough exterior melt into a smile.
“You want to come in?” Sam asked as he stepped to the side.
Emory nodded his head. He stepped past him, and the smell of Sam’s fragrance and natural body scent invaded his senses. There was something alluring about the scent. The man looked like everyone’s favorite snack with his beater and black basketball shorts on.
“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” Sam wasted no time getting to the bottom of things.
Emory turned around and faced him. “You know why. We almost kissed. If Peter hadn’t shown up, we would have, and I don’t want to be Opp here.”
“We were vulnerable and got lost in the moment. That shouldn’t be a reason for you not to talk to me. I missed talking to you.”
Emory smiled. “I guess I missed talking to you. Are you ready to do this paper?”
“No, because the moment the paper is done, you’re gonna wanna leave. I can see runner all over your face.”
Damn! Sam was good. No, he was perfect at being able to read Emory. He was indeed going to leave the moment they finished the paper.
“Sam?”
“Say you won’t leave when we finish.”
“Why should I say that?”
“Because I’m not done with you,” he said as he stepped closer.
Emory breathed nervously, “That sounds like an innuendo for so many things.”
“I mean it, however you decide to take it,” he said as he closed the space between them.
Emory laughed. He stepped back from him.
“I’m not a toy, Sam. I’ve been used and passed around by guys on this campus. I told you that last time. I want something real with someone. I get it, Peter cheated on you, and it might feel thrilling to fuck the guy he fucked. He deserves a little pay back but I can’t be that guy. I want my guy, and if I keep pouring out parts of myself to every guy that comes along for a good time, there’s nothing left of me to give my guy.”
“I respect that. Will you stay after we finish and just talk with me?’
“Sure,” Emory said with an eye roll. “Professor Martinex sent over your essay. You wrote that you’re a blank page waiting to be written. That was very Taylor Swift coded. Hello, 1989.”
Sam laughed, “Yeah, I’m a Swiftie, but don’t tell anyone.”
“You never cease to amaze me, Samuel. Are you waiting for someone to write you, or are you waiting to be inspired to write your own story?”
“Both. I’m a helpless romantic who has a track record of just doing what people tell me is best for me. People told me to forgive Peter after he slept with you. Don’t get me wrong, I was dealing with things he didn’t know about, and I wasn’t there for him. So, he found comfort in you. I hate that I listened to other people because they put me in a position for Peter to cheat anyway.”
“How?”
Emory noticed the shift in Sam. The life in his eyes faded. That charming smile vanished. Pain was written all over his face. His hand began to tremble. Emory reached out and took hold of his hand. Sam looked him in the eyes.
“It’s okay. I’m right here. I’ll be here all night if you need me to. You can talk to me. I promise to be a safe space for you.”
Sam nodded his head. A tear rolled down the side of his face. He let his guard down and opened up for the first time to someone.
“I started running track because of my father. I did everything to make sure we had that close relationship. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with it. Last year, I got injured. They hired this really great personal trainer for me. He was good, and I found him to be hot. He didn’t know I was gay. Most people didn’t unless I said something. One weekend, he took me out to this cabin. He wanted me alone to really focus on my recovery. I wanted it in my mind, but then when it came time, I got nervous. I’ve only ever been with Peter. I said no. It happened anyway.”
The confession threw Emory for a loop. Male rape was something he’s never thought was a real thing. He could see the pain and embarrassment written all over Sam’s face.
“Did you tell anyone what he did?”
“No. Who was I going to tell? Who would believe me? He was married with three kids. I was the faggot in the equation, and how could a man let another man overpower him and do that? I was humiliated and I didn’t want to tell anyone. I convinced my parents to fire him. I stopped running at my full potential. I haven’t given it my all anymore because he stole the joy from it. I stopped being a good boyfriend to Peter, and he found comfort in you.”
“Sam,” Emory said softly. “None of this is your fault. He was an adult who took advantage of you. Peter did what he did because he’s Peter. The only thing you’re guilty of is being yourself. You did nothing wrong.”
“Then why do I feel like I’m in prison. I’m with a guy I don’t want to be with. All because I was raped.”
“Sam, you don’t have to stay with him. You can do whatever you want. This is how you begin to write the words on that blank page. You start taking steps, doing the things you want. I’ll be here cheering you along every step of the way.”
The tears fell freely from his eyes. He didn’t bother to try and hide his pain from Emory. He felt seen, and that was freeing.
Sam wiped his tears and said, “I just want to take a nap right now. Can you stay while I sleep? Just cuddle me a bit. Please.”
Emory nodded his head. Sam got into bed, and Emory snuggled up behind him. He held Sam close as the man slept peacefully in his arms.
***
Jacobi opened the door in his boxer briefs. and found Eli standing there with their mouth wide open. Eli took in the sight of Jacobi with his bulging, thick thighs and massive bulge. The man’s muscles contrasted with every breath he took.
“Sup,” Jacobi asked with his deep voice.
“Emory,” Eli uttered.
“Not here.”
“Cool.” Eli turned to walk away.
“Say this girl stood me up, and Emory not here to help me out. You take dick?”
Eli turned around.
“Better than anyone you’ve ever met before,” they answered as they entered the room.
Eli’s eyes roamed over Jacobi’s body. He took in every muscle, pec, vein, and hair on him. Carefully, he guided his eyes down the man's light-coated body. They went lower and lower until they disappeared below his waistline and feasted upon his soft, limp cock.
Despite the Jacobi not being aroused, his cock was still a beauty to behold. The man’s cock hung at about four inches soft. The girth was mesmerizing. His balls weren’t extremely low, but they hung well. The pubes surrounding his penis were dark and well-trimmed.
Eli slowly reached their hand out to touch the stud. Jacobi studied his every move. He wanted to know just how far Eli was truly willing to take things. Eli placed his hand on Jacobi’s left pec.
When Jacobi didn’t move away, he began to move his hand slowly down his body. He could see the air rising in and out of Jacobi’s chest. His hand moved over his smooth abs and further down. Their eyes locked in on one another. Eli felt an exciting rush in their body as they moved their hand lower. The tip of their fingers grazed Jacobi’s pubes, and just as it was about to finally touch the cock Jacobi grabbed their hand.
Jacobi was strong, and his grip on Eli’s hand showed just how strong he was. Eli struggled to break free. He was so close, and he didn’t want to be denied.
“I thought you wanted this,” Eli said.
Jacobi smirked. Eli went in for a kiss.
Their lips connected, and the stud froze. Eli didn’t care if Jacobi kissed them back or not. They were determined to seize the moment, and so they took their free hand and wrapped their fingers around Jacobi’s cock. That cock began to swell in Eli’s soft but firm grip.
Jacobi needed a release. Eli had made his blood boil in two different ways. He quickly grabbed Eli, turned them around, and pushed them face-first into the wall. Eli had a round ass that looked incredible. Any man would have been lucky to have it.
Jacobi slapped that Latin ass. Eli felt a thrill of pleasure. This was what they had been waiting for since entering the room. Jacobi shoved his cock into Eli’s tight hole. They let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by Jacobi placing a hand over their mouth.
Jacobi began to quickly slam his cock in and out of Eli. He fucked them hard and fast. Eli’s eyes filled with tears, but he never asked for the stud to stop. They took it with pride. Their body and booty cheeks bounced with each plow Jacobi delivered.
“Shit,” Eli whimpered in both pain and pleasure.
Jacobi couldn’t ignore how warm and tight that hole was. The whimpers of pain and pleasure from Eli slightly softened Jacobi’s rough fuck. He wanted them both to enjoy the experience together.
Jacobi leaned back against the wall, and Eli moved with him. Eli began to bounce themselves up and down the length of the Jacobi’s cock. This new position allowed Eli to feel pleasure and control the pace. They began to moan and bounce harder. Eli worked the muscles in their anus as best they could.
“Fuck me, Jacobi,” Eli moaned. “You like that ass?”
“Shit feels incredible,” Jacobi acknowledged.
Wanting to truly be fucked, Eli bent over and gave Jacobi control. Eli planted his hands on the wall and pushed that ass out. Jacobi drove his cock deep into them. He grabbed hold of their waist and slammed his dick into them over and over again. He plowed those guts and watched those cheeks bounce. Their breathing increased and grew heavy. The sweat water danced off their bodies.
Eli groaned, “Oh, fuck yes.”
Eli moaned and groaned over and over. If they could, they would have let the world know how much they loved Jacobi’s cock. Eli enjoyed every fucking inch of it. Jacobi’s cock felt amazing in that ass. It was worth the girl bailing on him. That hole felt tender and raw and loose from the pounding it was getting.
Jacobi felt his nut was on the verge. He worked his hips harder and faster. He drove deeper into Eli. The wet hole had a grip on his cock, and it milked it well. He fucked and fucked until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his cock out and stroked it quickly. Within seconds, he released his cum all over Eli’s backside. Then he slid it back inside and released the rest of cum deep inside of Eli.
Eli stroked their dick till they reached a climax. That uncut Latin cock shot cum all over the wall. Jacobi pulled out, and Eli slid down the wall from exhaustion. Their hole throbbed as they laid there.
Eli looked up at Jacobi and asked, “What the fuck?”
Jacobi smirked and walked away.
***
Sam stirred and shifted in his sleep. He woke up to the feel of Emory’s arms around his waist. He turned to face him. Emory was still awake. The moon was bright in the sky, and the rain fell gently against the window.
“You stayed?” Sam was shocked that Emory was still there.
“Of course. I wasn’t gonna leave you.”
“I haven’t slept that soundly and peacefully since it happened. When you were avoiding me, I felt like I had been tossed away. Every little moment we shared, all those small conversations that led to big ones, have been some of my happiest moments here. When I’m feeling like someone’s old cardigan, you put me on.”
“Did you just quote part of a Taylor Swift song to me?”
Sam chuckled, “I did. In fact. I want to play it for you.”
Suddenly, they were there having a real moment as “Cardigan” by Taylor Swift played in the room.
Across campus, Kade paced back and forth in his dorm room. He picked up his phone and began a voice text to Emory.
“I acted out today because I limited myself with you. I told you I wanted to be friends with benefits, but I lied. I didn’t know it was a lie until you said you slept with Peter on Thanksgiving. I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else, and I’m too afraid to say it to your face. I want something real with you. Will you be my boyfriend?”
He finished the message and breathed a sigh of relief. He hit send! What the fuck?
Emory and Sam continued facing one another. The song continued to play. Something shifted in the room and between them. It was something that they couldn’t ignore. Emory’s phone chimed. He turned to grab it. Sam quickly turned his attention back to him.
“Sam,” Emory whispered.
Silence fell between them. They leaned into one another. Their lips met and they began to kiss. They slightly parted their lips, and their tongues touched. Moans and pants escaped from them. Sam rolled on top of Emory. He forced Emory’s legs up. As they kissed, Emory wrapped his arms around Sam’s body. They broke their kiss and their foreheads rested,
“Damn,” Sam breathed.
Emory panted, “What the fuck?”
Sam kissed him again, and Emory returned the kiss. He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair and then down his body and onto his pert bubble but. So many changes, and the school year wasn’t even close to being done. What the fuck else could happen, you ask. I say keep reading because you have no idea what the fuck is in store!
TO BE CONTINUED
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