Boys meet the clear path
Emory had just finished putting Easton in his stroller when Jett stepped out of his bedroom. They briefly locked eyes, and Emory quickly looked away from him. Jett took a deep breath.
“I was gonna invite a friend over tonight,’ he said softly. “Are you okay with that?”
“You live here as well,” Emory answered dismissively.
“How long are you going to stay mad at me?” he asked sincerely. “It’s been a week of this silent treatment, and you haven’t even sent in any new ideas for me to look at.
Emory shook his head. “For telling me that I basically suck as a writer? I’m not mad. I don’t have the energy.”
“Emory, I need new topics from you. Can you send me something by the end of the week? Dean Martinez is breathing down my neck about publishing a story from you.”
“Sure,’ he answered quietly.
Emory pushed the stroller past him. He walked out of the apartment. He didn’t have the energy to fight with anyone about anything. Easton required so much of his time, and the rest of the time he spent thinking about Danielle.
***
Sam moved across the campus. Morning classes had gone well. Life itself seemed to be going well except for with Emory. It’d been a week since they last hung out. A week since they last had sex. He loved Emory, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to be a young couple in love when real adult problems were staring them in the eyes.
“Heads up,” the voice called out.
Sam looked up just in time to see the footballs come spiraling toward him. He quickly caught it. Two guys ran toward him. Both of them had dark hair. The taller one's hair was slightly longer. They gave frat boy vibes. The taller one's skin was pale, and he had dark eyes. The other one had a tan to his fair skin with blue eyes.
“Good catch,” the taller one said with a Midwest accent. “I’m Mason,” he introduced himself. “This is my frat bro, Link.”
Sam gave Link a head nod. The man wore a knowing smile. Sam knew that smile. He’d seen plenty of people look at him that way before.
“I’m Sam,” he said with a friendly smile.
“We’re having a party Friday night at the Omega House,” Link began. “You should come through.”
Sam nodded. “I just might. Can I bring a friend?”
“Yeah. The more the merrier. Party’s gonna be insane,” Mason added.
***
Emory and Joey sat on the steps as they watched other students hustle to and from. Erik walked up and sat down with them.
“Okay, so I need you guys to say a prayer. The list just came out,” Erik blurted out.
Emory and Joey looked at one another and then at Erik. They had no idea what he was speaking of.
“What list?” Emory asked.
“The young emerging fashion designers who get to showcase their work at “The Underground.” It’s like the unofficial kick-off for New York Fashion Week. Young and upcoming talent get to show off their designs, and sometimes there are fashion powerhouses in the audience.”
“You’re a fashion designer?” Joey asked.
“Yeah,” Erik answered with a proud smile.
Joey followed up with, “And you’re straight?”
Emory stifled a chuckle. Erik cut his eyes at both of them.
“Sorry to disappoint. Elias is the queer one,” he pointed out. “Okay, I’m gonna check the list. Hopefully, this is my year to get an invite.”
Erik pulled his phone out and went to the list. Joey and Emory waited silently for what felt like years.
“Bitch did you get in or not?” Joey shouted. The suspense was too much for him.
Erik grinned. “I got in!”
All three of them began to scream and shout for joy as they jumped up and down. People walked past them with judgmental eyes. The joy in Erik’s eyes sparkled. His love for fashion and his craft was brilliant. For a moment, Emory couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t feel that same type of passion for writing.
***
Emory stepped out of his room. The day had drifted away, and the night had come. Jett was on the sofa playing with Easton, and next to him was an older gentleman. The man had to be damn near fifty. He had silver hair and a full silver beard. His body looked toned. He was definitely a daddy. His skin was tanned, and his face hard but easy on the eyes.
“Hey,” Jett spoke. “Emory, this is Oscar. Oscar, this is my roommate, Emory.”
“So, you’re the famous Emory. I’ve heard so much about you.” The man’s voice was deep and still.
He stood up and extended his hand. Emory took it. Oscar had a firm grip. There was power in the way he touched.
“Nice to meet you,” Emory politely said.
He took Easton and put him in his stroller. He dropped him off at the 24-hour childcare center.
***
Sam and Emory sat across from one another in the coffee shop. There was something different and very off with their interaction. They didn’t seem to be as open and affectionate as they had been.
“I’ve missed you,” Sam told him. “You've been busy.”
Emory sighed. “I know. I’m trying to balance things out. Everything just feels like chaos right now.”
“Do I feel like chaos?” he asked.
“No,” Emory answered. He placed his hand on top of Sam’s hand.
They stared at each other for a second. The door opened, and Elias of all people walked in. Sam’s eyes shifted, and a small glimmer shimmered in them. Emory saw that spark, but he knew it wasn’t for him. He released Sam’s hand and turned around, and he saw Elias.
Elias smiled at Sam the way he used to. Sam looked at Elias the way he used to look at Emory before Jensen Tolbert, Kade, New York, and a baby presented challenges to their lives. Something clicked inside of Emory as “That Way” by Tate McRae played in the shop.
“He is nice looking,” Emory said. His voice broke Sam’s daydream or lustful thoughts. He shifted his attention back to Emory.
“Who? Elias? That’s my friend.” Sam almost blushed as he spoke of the man. “Can’t shake the feeling that I know him from somewhere before.”
“Before,” Emory sighed. “I know you think that he’s just a friend.” Emory began. “Friends don’t look at friends that way, and I get it, he doesn’t come with a kid. There’s no challenge there. Be free, Sam. You can be young and free.”
“Thor, what are you doing? Are you breaking up with me?” Sam asked as his lips quivered a bit.
Emory cleared his throat. He waited a moment and gathered his thoughts. That moment was the longest moment of both their young lives.
“We’d have to have been together for it to count as a breakup,” he finally said. “I’m freeing you. Go be happy. You deserve it,” he told him.
Sam couldn’t argue it. Parts of him wanted to fight for them. The words, however, honestly felt like a relief. Something was missing, and it seemed like they could never get it back. His only thought was that he wanted some part of Emory in his life.
“Can we at least still be friends?” Sam asked. “I want you in my life.”
“No,” Emory answered truthfully. “I would go crazy every day seeing you with someone else, knowing that I want it to be me. So, this has to be goodbye.”
“Emory,” Sam said his name with a soft tremble.
Emory got up and walked away before Sam could say anything else. There was no long drawn-out fight because they both were tapped out, and they knew it was only a matter of time before the plug had to be pulled on their “relationship.” It was best to just walk away and leave everything unspoken.
***
Jett was flat on his stomach at the foot of the bed in a pair of skimpy briefs. Oscar stood in front of him. His thick white cock hung out of the flyer on his garments. Jett wrapped his fingers around the veiny beast and took it into his mouth. Oscar wasted no time and began to quickly fuck his throat. You could hear the slurping and sloppy sounds of Oscar’s fat cock as it invaded Jett’s mouth over and over. Jett happily and greedily slurped all over it.
He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it as he sucked it. He pulled it out of his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the shaft. Each lick was long, wet, and nasty. Oscar dropped his pants and revealed his naked sculpted dad bod. Jett tugged on his balls as his tongue flicked back and forth across Oscar’s wide slit. The older man grabbed the back of Jett’s head and fucked his mouth with a roughness that was both passion and aggression.
“Make that cock feel good,” he groaned.
Oscar pulled his cock from Jett’s mouth. It stood angry, red, and dripping wet with saliva. It throbbed like an angry giant. Oscar spun Jett around. He smacked him across his ass soft, round, and beautiful ass cheeks. Oscar got on his knees and pulled Jett’s briefs down. That tight pucker came into view. The pucker winked, and it made Oscar and Emory’s mouths water.
The man used his big, strong hands to spread Jett’s cheeks wider. He extended his long, thick tongue and swiped it across Jett’s pucker. He quickly buried his face between those globes. That ass was his favorite thing to taste. He dug his face deep into Jett’s ass. His tongue swiped over the tight rosebud repeatedly. Oscar couldn’t get enough of Jett’s delicious hole. He wanted more of it. He pushed his tongue inside of him as far as it would go.
“Oh God,” Jett moaned. “Oooh shit.”
Oscar’s tongue darted in and out of Jett’s tight hole. He used it to spear his entry open. Jett’s body rocked back and forth against the man’s tongue. It was so thick and long that it had Jett squirming and moaning like the world’s sexiest bottom. The heat in his hole only seemed to increase with each lick Oscar gave it. His hole twitched and tingled with alarming sensations. Oscar slapped those smooth booty cheeks. They rippled like ocean waves and tides. Oscar’s face wiggled from side to side as he stroked his erection. He never stopped eating Jett’s hole.
“You taste so good,” Oscar said as he pulled his face from Jett’s ass.
Oscar lined his cock up with Jett’s hole. He pushed as Jett pushed out, and his dick slid inside of him. Jett let out a loud moan, and Oscar gasped. Jett’s tight walls wrapped around Oscar’s thick, tall boy dick. He gently eased his cock inside the sexy bottom. He pushed it inch after inch as Jett let out the most sensual moans. Oscar ran his hand up Jett’s spine and then over his cheeks. He pushed until his pubes came to a rest against Jett’s soft booty cheeks.
“That’s my perfect boy,” he groaned.
Oscar went balls deep inside of him. He slowly withdrew his cock and then pushed it back inside of him. He set up a slow and sensual pace of fucking him. His dick moved in and out of Jett. Each stroke brought out a moan deep from Jett’s belly. The stud’s hole quivered around Oscar’s cock.
Oscar glided his dick in and out of Jett’s tightness. That tight pucker pulled him in and wouldn’t let him go. Oscar wrapped his arms around Jett’s sexy body. His lips grazed his ears, and he began to truly fuck him. His cock pumped in and out.
“Oh fuck,” Jett cried. “So fucking deep!”
Oscar pulled his cock out of Jett’s pulsing hole. He took his giant slab of meat and slapped it across that gaping hole. He pushed his dick back inside of him and started to fuck him deep and hard. Jett’s body rocked back and forth. His cheeks started to shake and clench as he took Oscar’s dick. His soft moans sounded like deep pleasure. Oscar steadied his breathing as he fucked the man.
Emory found himself unable to move from the doorway. The sight was electrifying. He could feel his own cock swell in his garments. The sounds of skin clapping and sensual moans made his blood boil with desire.
“You feel so fucking good,” Oscar whispered.
“You’re so big and deep,” Jett breathed as he clenched his fist.
Oscar pulled out of him and flipped him onto his back. He leaned down and kissed Jett. Their tongues wrapped around one another in a sloppy exchange. He wrapped his arms around Jett’s neck and lifted his legs. His tight pucker winked, and Oscar slid his thick cock back inside of him. The man watched his dick slowly sink inside of Jett’s warmth. He teased him with the way his cock moved through the stud’s body.
Jett placed his hands on Oscar’s lower back and then slid them across his tight, muscled forty-year-old ass. Oscar started to pound him. His hips rose and fell. Jett’s moan grew louder. Oscar shoved his tongue in the sexy stud’s mouth and picked up his pace. He moved faster in and out of Jett’s hole. The moans grew louder, and the bed began to squeak underneath them. His dick moved with strength and power in and out of Jett’s tight, swollen ring. Faster and faster, Oscar fucked him. Jett slapped him on the ass. He begged for it.
Emory had never seen someone be taken the way Oscar took Jett. It was amazing to behold. It also filled him with a longing and a need to be taken that way by someone. He watched in total admiration as Jett’s ring throbbed around Oscar’s fat pole.
“Fuck me! Got damnit! Son of a bitch” Jett screamed and cried for it.
Oscar fucked him harder. His big balls pounded and punched into Jett’s ass cheeks. Oscar was like a machine as he fucked the man deeper and deeper.
Jett’s cock lay flat against his hard stomach. His dick throbbed and spewed with cum. His body was racked with pleasure. Sweat poured off Oscar’s body as he fucked him.
Jett wrapped his legs around Oscar’s waist. He held on tightly as his hole got drilled into submission. His sweet insides were completely rearranged by Oscar’s swollen dick.
The older man fucked him faster and faster. His dick went deeper and deeper. Their bodies practically twisted together in pleasure. Oscar’s ass cheeks clenched together. His balls drew up, and his cock twitched. He slammed inside of Jett once more and blew his load deep in his guts.
“Holy shit,” Jett cried out, as he rode the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck!” Oscar groaned as his cock spilled hot ropes of cum deep inside of Jett’s anal cavity.
Emory swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe he stood in the half-cracked door and watched them fuck each other’s brains out. He pulled his eyes from the sweaty bodies. His eyes met Jett’s piercing dark eyes. He nearly fainted at the realization that he’d been caught watching them.
He quickly came to his senses and rolled out of sight. His back pressed against the wall near the door. There was a knock at the door. Emory pushed himself off the wall. He quietly closed Jett’s door and then opened the front door.
“Sam?” He called his name with a bit of trepidation.
“You left me, and for a moment, I thought it was what we needed. I got up and walked out of the restaurant and then around the city. I felt lonely in the world. Em, I came to New York not just to be a doctor, but to be with you. I love you, and I don’t want to be here without you.”
“Easton is still here, Sam. Nothing has changed.”
“I know. When I told you what happened to me with Jensen, you didn’t leave. You stayed by my side. We weren’t even dating then. Secretly in love with one another, but we didn’t dare say the words. So…I’m not leaving you. We’ll figure this out together as Sam & Emory.”
“What if we can’t? What if the task is too impossible?” Emory asked on the verge of total collapse.
“Then we keep going till we figure it out, but you don’t get to say good-bye on us, Emory Christopher Thornton. We don’t say good-bye to each other. No one said a relationship would be easy. They did say loving someone makes it worth it. You’re worth it.”
Emory smirked. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to hear someone say my entire government name.”
They both giggled. Sam reached his hand and placed it along Emory’s cheek. The man shivered under Sam’s touch. Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against Emory’s. He kissed him with every part of him. Emory’s knees buckled under the weight of Sam’s passion and desire for him.
“Be my boyfriend…again,” Sam whispered as he pulled his lips away.
“Yeah. Whatever, man,” Emory answered softly.
“Finally.”
Sam quickly and unexpectedly lifted him up. Emory squealed in his arms. Sam moved into the apartment. He kicked the door shut behind him. He carried his boyfriend into the bedroom and tossed him on the bed.
“You just carried me like I was a bitch,” Emory laughed.
“Not a bitch but like my man.”
Sam closed the bedroom door. He pulled his shirt off and then slid in between Emory’s thighs. His nose grazed the tip of Emory’s.
“I love you, Thor.”
“I love you too.”
Emory wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck and slipped his tongue inside the stud’s mouth. Sam’s hand moved up the man’s inner thigh. He was in search of a treasure that only he had the key to unlock. The sound of the button and zipper was like drops of water on a stone.
Sam’s eyes widened. “Naughty boy. You had fun without me.” He had come in contact with the remains of the man’s earlier climax.
Emory gasped as Sam wrapped his hand around his member. The stud had found his treasure, and he had no intention of ever letting go. His soft eyes found Em’s. They maintained eye contact as Sam began to gently stroke him. That cock quickly hardened in Sam’s thick hand.
Emory’s chest rose and fell. His breathing began to grow rapid. His body heaved and trembled under Sam’s expert touch. The man’s slick hand moved up and down the dark shaft. His fingertip ran across the sensitive, swollen head gland.
Emroy grabbed Sam’s wrist as he neared the explosion for the second time in less than thirty minutes.
“You feel that?” Sam asked. “That’s me touching you, taking you, desiring you. I only want you, Emory.”
Emory nodded. “I feel it.”
Sam pressed his lips against Em’s. His tongue slipped back in the man’s mouth. Emory’s body convulsed, and moans erupted in the closed space between them. Sam had brought him to glory, and he would do it again and again because that’s what you do when you love someone.
You choose them every time. You take the clear path that is love and let all the noise and the bullshit just ride because as long as you have each other, you don’t need anything else. But only the real ones know that, and Sam & Emory are as real as they come.
TO BE CONTINUED
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