Boys meet good vibes
Emory rolled over in bed. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling as Taylor Swift’s “Cardigan” played in the room. Memories of the first time he heard the song played in his mind. It was the first time Sam kissed him, and he knew that he’d love the man for all of his life.
“Babe?” Sam called out to him.
Emory turned in the bed. Sam was next to him with a smile on his pretty face. Emory couldn’t help but smile back at him. His heart felt like it was ready to explode with joy. They were back together, and everything felt right in the world.
“What are you thinking about?” Sam asked him as he stroked his face.
“Us. How happy I feel right now.”
“How much time do we have before Easton wakes up?”
Emory thought for a second. “Maybe ten minutes.”
“I can be quick,” he said as he rolled over on top of Emory.
Emory giggled just as Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against him. They had so much time to make up for. Months apart and weeks spent unsure of their relationship meant a lot of pent-up sexual energy.
Just as Sam was about to slide inside of him, the bedroom door flung open.
“Emory, I have…” Jett stopped midsentence. “Oh, my God!”
Sam jumped to the other side of the bed.
“Jett, get out,” Emory yelled.
“Sorry,’ he apologized as he ran out of the room and closed the door behind him.
“I forgot you have a roommate. This is just like with Jacobi,” Sam pointed out.
Emory instantly began to laugh.
“You think it’s funny?”
“Kinda. I may have seen him get fucked last night before you showed up.”
“You watched?”
Emory nodded his head. “I didn’t intend to, but then I did. It was kinda hot.”
“My boyfriend is a perv. I like it.”
Emory rolled onto Sam. He straddled him. They looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.
“Now, where were we?”
“I think you were about to dominate me.”
“I think you’re right.”
***
Morning light spilled across the lecture hall. The sound of students shuffling notebooks and laptops echoed like a muffled noise in Emory’s ears. Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the most pleasant surprise. It wasn’t the curmudgeon Professor James. No, in walked a forty-year-old god of sex appeal. His confidence and beauty caught the attention of everyone.
“Good morning. I’ll be filling in for Professor James. I’m Kevin Harrington,” he announced with a smooth voice that sent thrills through everyone.
Emory chuckled. “You look like Kit Harington, and your name is Kevin Harrington? Were you guys separated at birth?”
A few of the students chuckled at Emory’s comment. Kevin looked across the room at him. He looked down at something on the desk and then back at Emory.
“Emory…I see you’ve discovered my secret. Tell me, am I the better-looking twin?”
He struck a pose, and the class laughed. Emory pretended to think things over.
“The original will always be hotter,” he said with a smile.
“Good thing I was born first,” Kevin quickly added.
“Whatever you say, Jon Snow,” Emory quipped.
Everyone laughed. Kevin gave him a smirk. He quickly looked across the classroom and then back at Emory. His eyes lingered on him for a second longer than they should have. Emory felt them, and he liked the attention. Kevin was a welcome distraction from everything.
“Now that Emory has revealed my secret and exposed my ability to ride dragons,” he looked at Emory as the last part slipped between his lips. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”
He turned around and wrote on the board: HE WHO HAS A WHY TO LIVE CAN BEAR ALMOST ANY HOW- NIETZSCHE.
He turned back to the students. “Interpret,” he said as he slowly scanned their faces one by one. “What does Friedrich Nietzsche mean by this? This is a philosophy class. Everyone's hands should be up. Better yet, I should be hearing you blurt out your interpretations.”
A girl in the front row blurts out something about resilience. Someone brings up Viktor Frankl. Another person mentions purpose as survival. The words blur together like a perfect doctrine. Everyone sounds intelligent and polished. It was all very Columbia.
The professor walked across the lecture hall. “If suffering is unavoidable, Nietzsche suggests meaning becomes the thing that makes it bearable.”
The class quieted as the words settled in their brains. Kevin walked toward Emory. He stood over him. Emory looked up at him. The man was seasoned and fine as aged wine. The full black beard gave him daddy vibes, and the long curly black hair that hung at his shoulders only enhanced his charming sex appeal.
“Even Jon Snow found his purpose among the Night’s Watch at the wall,” Kevin said in a low voice.
“Which purpose? The one before or after they killed him? Or after he was banished there again for killing Daenerys Targaryen?” Emory asked. His voice matched that of Kevin’s.
“Each purpose was an evolution of the previous,” he answered.
“And how do we find our purpose when we can’t even hear our own voices for all the noise?”
Kevin sighed deeply. “Is that you can’t hear it, or are you just afraid to listen? Sometimes fear prevents us from letting go and embracing the chaos. It is in chaos that we find strength, courage, and purpose.”
Kevin walked away, and Emory finally took a deep breath. He leaned back in his chair and smiled. He had just been mind fucked, and he loved it. The mental stimulation, plus Sam back in his life, meant everything was right in the world again.
***
The Omega party was as loud as any college frat party would be. Sam walked around and took in the scene as DaBaby’s “Pop Dat Thang” blared through the speakers. As he crossed the room, he spotted Emory. They smiled at one another. They crossed the floor as the beat changed to GloRilla’s “TGIF.” They had agreed to meet at the party, and seeing Emory show up further proved to Sam that they could make anything work together.
“I thought you weren’t coming for a min,” Emory admitted.
Sam smiled. “I wouldn’t do that. Thank you for coming. This means a lot to me.”
Elias grinned. “I’d do anything for you. I want us to enjoy these years in college. Easton is going to take up my time, but I promise to always make time for you and your needs as well.”
Sam took his hand just as “What You Saying” by Lil Uzi Vert began to play. He pulled him close, and they spun and danced together through the beat of the music. The music ended, and Sam pressed his ear against Emory’s ear.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck at a frat party,” he whispered in Emory’s ear.
He pulled Emory by the hand. They went up the stairs. They felt nothing but excitement. There was something about being young, in love, happy, and seen.
Sam pulled Emory into the bedroom. They instantly began to kiss again. Their lips blended together in what could only be described as a hot kiss. You couldn’t tell where one set of lips began and another ended. They were just one set, it seemed. Sam peeled Emory’s jacket off as they moved toward the twin bed in the room. They never once parted from their kiss.
Finally, their lips parted. Emory pulled Sam’s shirt over his head and tossed it. Emory took a moment to admire the man’s body. He reached out and touched Sam’s chest. The feel of his smooth skin sent a tingle through his body. He traced his pecs and ran a finger across Sam’s nipples. Sam smiled at him. Emory pulled his shirt off.
“You’re so hot,” Sam complimented him.
“So are you,” he blushed.
Sam undid his jeans, and they dropped to the ground. He stepped out of them. Emory admired every drop of Sam. His eyes roamed his body. He zeroed in on Sam’s cock. It pointed to the side in his boxer briefs. Emory could see just how thick and massive it was. It made him proud every time he remembered that he was the first one to ever take every inch of the man.
“My big dick boyfriend,” he pointed out.
Sam chuckled and gave his cock a squeeze. “He loves you just as much as I do.”
“I love him too,” he informed him. “Just as much as I love you, Sam.”
Sam smiled and pulled Emory close. Their lips met again. As they kissed, Emory ran his hand over Sam’s clothed cock. He could feel it throb under his fingers through the fabric. He wanted Sam badly. He reached his hand inside the man’s underwear and tugged his cock out.
The one-eyed beast had already begun to drip with fluids. The green veins bugled out against the white flesh. Sam pulled his boxers down completely. He stepped back and bit his lip. He was completely aroused and wanted to feel anything other than the anger and disappointment he felt over losing Emory.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed Emory.
Emory quickly obeyed. His jeans and underwear came down. His throbbing cock stood at attention. Sam loved everything fucking part of Emory. He always wanted him. Somehow, Emory just seemed to drive him wild with sexual desire. He couldn’t wait to be inside his favorite place in all the land.
Sam stepped back and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs, and his balls rested on the bed. His massive cock stood straight up. Emory knelt and moved between Sam’s legs. He ran his hands up and along the man’s thighs. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head of Sam’s cock, and Sam gasped.
Sam watched in awe as Emory slowly moved up and down on his pole. He wrapped his soft hands around the base of that cock and stroked it as he sucked on the head. He took more of it into his mouth. He began to make sloppy sounds as he serviced Sam.
“Fuck,” Sam moaned as he threw his head back.
He leaned back on his elbows and watched Emory become lost in service. The man’s mouth was like a vacuum. He sucked and nursed Sam’s cock like his life depended on it. He took it deep into his mouth and gagged on it. Sam’s balls tingled. He couldn’t get over how good it felt.
“Fucking shit,” he moaned. “Suck my fucking cock, Emory.”
Emory rolled his tongue around the shaft. He jerked the base with the right amount of pressure. He could feel Sam’s blood pump into the veins. The taste of his salty flesh danced along his taste buds. He wanted more of him.
“You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” Sam shouted.
Emory pulled off his dick. He stood, and Sam quickly jumped to his feet. He moved behind him and bent him over the bed. He admired Emory’s peach of an ass. He ran his heavy hand across those smooth cheeks. His finger slid between them and brushed against his pucker. He felt it puff and wink.
Sam quickly lined his cock up with the hole. He pushed, and it breached Emory’s walls. He slid in balls deep with one push. There was no resistance. Sam quickly began to pound into him. He grabbed hold of the man’s waist and began to slaughter his hole. Emory moaned and threw his ass back. Sam’s pelvis smashed into the man’s cheeks over and over again.
“Fuck me,” Emory moaned.
Sam fucked him harder, faster, and deeper. The sound of their flesh as it clapped rang in their ears. Emory arched his back and pushed more of his ass out. Sam thrust in and out of him harder. His dick hit deeper spots and places inside the man’s hole. Emory’s body surrendered to Sam’s strokes.
“Fuck,” Sam moaned. “Take that dick.”
His mouth fell open as Emory’s walls began tightening around his cock. The anal muscles massaged his dick like silk. He snatched out of the man and rolled onto his back. Emory quickly climbed the tall tree of a stud and eased his hole down on Sam’s cock. It slipped back inside, and Emory began to roll and rock his hips slowly and seductively.
He leaned down and kissed Sam. Their tongues intertwined with one another. Emory began to bounce up and down harder and faster. His hole throbbed around Sam’s twelve inches. Sam cuffed the man’s cheeks in his hands and moved him up and down faster on his cock.
“Take that fuckin’ cock, show me your love,” he groaned.
Sam lifted him and flipped him onto his back. He drove his cock in and out of him. His dick pounded his walls into submission. Emory lifted his leg up into the air, and Sam bent it backward. His cock rammed into the man’s prostate.
“Take it,” he growled as he fucked him. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
He leaned down and began to nibble on Emory’s neck as he fucked him. As he looked at him, something took over. He wrapped his hand around Emory’s neck and began to choke him. He pounded him harder and deeper. Emory tried to catch his breath. His body fought to breathe. His cock twitched. Sam began to turn red around the neck, face, and chest. He drilled that hole harder and faster.
“FUCK EMORY,” he hissed.
His cock swelled. It throbbed inside of him. He felt the release build. He fucked him ever harder. The bed rocked and squeaked. It bounced up and down on the floor. Sam dug into those cheeks. His balls slammed into Emory repeatedly. The bottom’s dick twitched and sprayed his body with cum.
The sight of the hands-free cum set Sam off. He pulled his dick out of Emory's gaping hole. He quickly sat on his chest and stroked his cock. Em opened his mouth to gasp for air, and Sam’s dick exploded. He drenched the man’s face and squirted into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” Sam breathed.
Emory quickly closed his eyes. Sam shot rope after rope of nut across his face. He shoved his dick inside the man’s mouth. Emory closed his lips around the shaft and began to suck it clean. He ran his hands through his wavy dark hair. He pulled his cock out of the man’s mouth and collapsed on the bed next to him.
“That was incredible. I really needed that,” Sam confessed breathlessly. “Was I too rough?”
“No,” he answered. It scared me at first because I wasn’t expecting it, but I trust you, and I know you’d never hurt me. In the end, I found it kind of hot.”
Sam turned over in the bed and faced him. “You know you can be rough with me if you ever want.”
Sam kissed him once again. His tongue slipped in Emory’s mouth. Em’s hand roamed across Sam’s naked body. His fingers touched the still erect cock. Emory pulled back.
“You’re still hard.”
Sam smiled and answered sheepishly. “That’s how much you affect me.”
Emory pushed him back on the bed. He straddled him and eased his still gaping hole onto Sam’s thick dick. They were indeed back together and in love. The good vibes were flowing.
The thing with life is when the good vibes flow, you should enjoy them because you never know…
THE NOT SO DISTANT FUTURE…
The moon cast its light on the street below. Emory and Sam found themselves in a situation that they hadn’t been prepared for. In the dark alley, they were cornered by a gang of guys. The two men looked at one another. Sam had absolute fear in his eyes. Emory had a blank expression plastered across his face. It was as if he were void of emotion.
A man void of emotion could easily be a dangerous person. For reasons unknown to Sam, the stud charged at the gang of men. He couldn’t let Emory fight them on his own. Sam quickly sprang into action. One of them pulled a gun out.
“EMORY!” Sam yelled. The agony and pain in his voice were real, raw, and ripe.
Several shots rang out. Blood painted the pavement red. The bullet had found a target and did what it was designed to do.
Yeah, the good vibes, enjoy them because when they leave, everything goes straight to hell.
PRESENT:
Sam smiled up at Emory as he eased down on his cock. He reached out and placed his hand against his face.
“I love you, Em. Promise you’ll never leave me.”
“I promise to never leave. I love you, Samuel.”
With those words, Sam’s cock breached Emory’s depths. It slid further inside of him. Emory leaned down. Their foreheads touched, followed by their lips. One can only hope to be ready for what comes next.
TO BE CONTINUED
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