Boys meet pillow talk
Emory slammed Sam’s back against the front door of his apartment. The hallway was quiet and void of people. The two leaned into each other, and their lips touched just lightly. Emory ran his hand down Sam’s body. He inched toward the man’s cock.
Sam bit his bottom lip as he waited for Emory to finally touch his manhood. The blood in his veins ran hotter than hot. He felt suspended in the air. The world felt different around them. He pushed his pelvis out. An obvious sign that he wanted it.
The door opened, and the two men pulled away from each other. The babysitter stepped out.
“Emory, I put him down to sleep. I’m gonna head home,” she informed him.
Emory coughed. “Thanks, Julie.”
She nodded her head and then turned her attention toward Sam. She looked him up and down, approving the appearance of the man. She turned her attention back toward Emory.
“Have fun, you two. You guys deserve it,” she said as she walked away.
They watched her walk away. The moment she disappeared, the two men laughed. Then Sam quickly pulled Emory into the apartment. They still had unfinished business to attend to.
***
Sam took a seat on the bed as Emory closed the bedroom door. The mood had changed between them. Sam felt more in love and even more connected to Emory than he had ever felt before. He could feel his cock thicken and press against the fabric of his jeans.
Emory turned down the lights in the room. He gave the man bedroom eyes. His eyes bore through Sam’s soul. That seductive stare made Sam anxious and hungry for more. It was a thrill unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
“I really want to love you for the rest of my life,” Sam confessed with a nervous tongue. “Does it make me sound lame that I’m so in love with you and open about it?’
Emory smiled and nodded no. “I love how chalant you are about your feelings. Now, take off your clothes.”
Sam quickly slipped his jeans and underwear off. His thick twelve-inch cock flopped out. The underside had already begun to turn shades of pink. His balls were round and smooth. His thin pubes matched his dark hair. The entire package was a mouthwatering delight, always and forever.
Sam took hold of his fat member and began to stroke it. One long vein wrapped itself around the underside. Precum had already begun to gather at the slit of his tip. Sam’s eyes moved from his cock and onto Emory.
“You see what you do to me?” he asked. “You like that you have such a strong effect on me?”
Emory didn’t answer. He just dropped his pants and underwear. His long chocolate sword burst forward and pointed away from his body. As he moved toward Sam, his cock swung back and forth. Their eyes lingered on each other.
Emory took a seat next to him. He reached and wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock. The beautiful stud let out a soft gasp. Emory began to stroke his warm flesh slowly. He applied just the right amount of pressure to the head with his thumb.
Sam returned the sentiment. He wrapped his hand around Emory’s cock. He could feel the blood as it pumped into the member. The heated flesh practically burned his hand. He twisted his hand with each movement. Lust filled their eyes.
“Does this answer your question?” Emory asked.
Sam smirked. He had wicked, teasing thoughts run through his mind. “Almost,’ he finally answered.
“Maybe this will help.” Emory leaned over and swallowed the head of his cock only.
Sam moaned. His cock twitched and squirted precum into Emory’s mouth. The taste was expensive and sweet. Emory swallowed more of the man’s cock. It pulsed in his mouth as he took it down his throat. His tongue wrapped around the shaft.
‘Shit,” Sam moaned.
Emory swallowed the entire thing down his throat. He moved his head up and down the thick pole repeatedly. His mouth dripped with saliva from the corners. Each suck and lick made Sam’s toes curl. He loved to be taken care of. Sam found himself loving watching Emory work his tool.
“My turn,” Sam breathed.
He lightly pushed Emory back onto the bed. He moved between his legs. His fingers lightly grazed those heavy, dark balls. He ran his finger across the man’s taint and over his pucker. Sam extended his tongue and licked the underside of Emory’s cock.
“Fuck,” Emory gasped.
Sam rolled his tongue across his balls. He sucked on them. His soft lips soaked them as he took them one by one. He showed great appreciation for Emory’s body. His face moved lower. His nose pressed into the saliva-soaked balls. His tongue swiped against that tight pucker.
He spread Emory’s legs further apart and began to lap at his tight hole with his thick tongue. His tongue twisted and turned against the wrinkled flesh. He pushed against it, and his tongue slipped inside of Emroy’s warm hole. He buried his face completely. The taste of that chocolate cake had become one of his favorite things in the world. He even loved wearing Emory’s scent around his mouth.
“Oh my God,” Emory moaned.
Sam continued to lap at the flesh. He could feel it puff and throb against his tongue. His tongue moved in and out. It slightly opened Emory’s hole. Sam pulled his face away. He moved up the man’s body until he was perfect missionary position.
Sam asked, “You promise always to be mine?” There was silence. “I asked you a question,” he added. He sounded desperate to plant himself inside of Emory, no matter the risk.
“Always. I don’t want anyone else. I love you, Samuel,” Emory whispered.
The bulbous head of Sam’s fat cock pressed against the hole. He pushed forward, and his cock broke through the tight ring and slipped inside the sun. Emory let out a moan. His anal lips spread like a flower and allowed Sam to bottom out in him.
“You feel so warm and good,” Sam marveled.
He pulled his shirt off and began to fuck Emory. His cock piston in and out of the man. He picked up his pace and moved with urgency. That hole felt fantastic around his big dick.
“Oooh fuck,” Emory moaned. “Fuck me.”
Sam drilled into his wet hole. Each thrust made it squeal with sloppy wet noises. Emory pulled his shirt off and began to touch his body. He explored himself and touched and pulled at his nipples. Sam wrapped his hand around Emory’s swollen cock and began to stroke it.
“Yes,” Emory groaned. “Big fuckin’ dick. Fuck me!”
Sam quickly pulled out of him. He flipped him onto his hands and knees. His cock slipped back inside, and he began to pound into Emory’s flesh. He wrapped his arm around the man’s body and pulled him close. Those cheeks clapped and bounced like religion.
“Fuck my dick, baby,” Sam coached him.
Emory rocked back and forth. His hole began to milk and massage Sam’s cock. His anal walls twitched around the man’s cock. Emory slightly turned his head, and his lips met Sam’s soft ones. They kissed with passion and longing.
Sam pulled away and flopped back onto the bed. Emory quickly straddled him. He eased down on the man’s throbbing, thick pole. He began to roll his hips and bounce up and down on the dick.
Sam slapped his ass cheeks and then cuffed them. He helped bounce Emory up and down on it. Their eyes met, and they held each other’s gaze. Sex was plastered across their face. Their sweaty bodies danced to the beat of their impending orgasm.
“Ride my dick, Thor,” Sam uttered.
“Fuck me, Horton,” he moaned.
Sam fucked up into him hard and fast. His big balls pounded into Emory’s backside. The bed squeaked under them. Emory began to stroke his cock as Sam pounded his guts in. He rammed into his harder and deeper. His cock pushed against Em’s prostate.
“I’m gonna cum,” Emory moaned.
His cock swelled and then ejected ropes of cum into the air and over Sam’s sexy body. The sight and feeling sent Sam over the mountain and across the finish line. He blew his load deep inside of Emory’s guts.
The room felt like it was spinning on a cloud. The passion that had burned between the two men had burned bright with magic and desire. The two of them lay stretched out across the bed. They were side by side with their eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Sam softly ran his fingers through Emory’s curls. Emory lazily ran his fingers through Sam’s pubes. Everything around them felt heightened in the best way. They didn’t want to disturb the serenity that existed between them.
“I think you tried to break my cock,” Sam laughed softly.
“I did no such thing. It’s not my fault, it’s so big and good,” Emory countered with a smile.
“Yeah, you did…I liked it though,” he said softly. A clear sign that they were perfect for one another. They understood one another better than anyone else.
“Me too,” Emory whispered. “I feel so relaxed right now.”
Sam looked at him and asked, “So I relaxed you? Dick was that good?”
Emory flipped over in the bed and laughed. “Don’t get cocky.”
“I’m not. I’m just drawing a conclusion by your own admission.” There was a softness to his voice that made everything feel special.
“You look equally relaxed,” Emory pointed out.
Sam lightly nodded his head in agreement. “I am, and I’m not afraid to say that all this ass makes me relaxed.” He slapped Emory’s bountiful booty. The fat rippled through them like a pebble skipping water.
Emory swallowed. He didn’t want to admit but he couldn’t deny it. “As long as you know it.”
Sam smiled, and Emory smiled back. Sam couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful Emory was. He felt like he could get lost in his eyes. Falling in love with Emory was the last thing Sam had ever expected when he first met him, but he had to admit that falling in love with Emory was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“I’ll be back. Bathroom calls,” Emory said as he hopped out of bed.
“You want me to join you for a little shower sex?” Sam asked.
Emory wrapped a sheet around his naked body. He stopped for a second and thought about the question. Oddly, it didn’t take long to answer it.
“Stay,” he responded. “I want in front of the window sex.”
Emory stepped out of the bedroom. The apartment was dark. He glanced over at the crib. Easton was sound asleep. He quickly slipped into the bathroom. Just as he finished relieving his bladder, Easton began to cry.
The sound of the crying infant sent his anxiety racing. He gripped the edges of the sink and closed his eyes tightly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and hear it in his ears.
He opened his eyes and removed the title from the wall. He took out the pill bottle and popped two pills into his mouth.
“Shit,” he cursed to himself.
He put the pills and the title back in place. He noticed Easton’s cries had faded. Emory washed his hands and then exited the bathroom. He made his way to the crib. The baby was missing. He turned and glared into the bedroom.
There was Sam in a pair of fitted boxer briefs. He had Easton pressed against his right pec as he rocked him to sleep. On his phone, “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac played. The sight shocked Emory and left him amazed at the same time. Sam looked up and smiled at Emory.
“I think our little guy likes Fleetwood Mac.”
Emory grinned. “He has great taste in music.”
“Just like his dads,” he said.
The conversation gagged Emory. He hadn’t expected such a thing. It almost made him smile again. He resisted the urge, though.
“Did you just say, dads?”
Emory took Easton and placed him back in the crib. The little one slipped back off to sleep. He went back into the bedroom and closed the door.
“I did. Did I overstep?” Sam asked.
“No. I don’t know,” Emory answered as he took a seat on the bed. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I know you’re not ready.”
Sam sat next to him. Their thighs touched briefly. A tingle slowly spread through them. Their heads turned fully toward one another, and they smiled at one another.
“Babe, I’m scared, but I’d do anything for you…for us.”
Emory sighed. “I am so grateful to have you in my life, Samuel. I’m so lost and confused inside. I can’t write. I want to do right by my kid. I want to be the best boyfriend for you. I want to protect Danielle and her wishes. It’s overwhelming. I feel like at any moment I’m gonna fuck up.”
Sam placed his hand on top of Emory’s hand. He caressed it gently with deep admiration for him.
“I don’t think you’re gonna fuck up. I think you’re overwhelmed and burned out. You can’t carry all of this on your own. You have to shoulder the burden. I want to help you carry some of this load, babe. It’s time to tell your parents about Easton.” Sam was sincere with his words. They touched Emory.
Emory thought about the words that Sam had just spoken.
“I feel like I’m in survival mode. I don’t want to be in that mode. I just feel like I’m supposed to have it all figured out.”
“We’re young. No one has it all figured out yet. Question: If you had to pick one person to open up about all of this, who would it be if it can’t be me?”
Emory quickly answered, “My grandfather,” he quickly answered. “I can never do any wrong in the eyes of Conrad McDowell.”
“My eyes either. I will always be there for you.”
Sam smiled and nudged Emory playfully. Emory nudged him back. They both laughed.
Emory cut his eyes at him. “Everyone keeps trying to point me in the direction of politics. I’m not my family.”
“Why do you say that? Because you’re adopted?” The question was real and deeper than Emory wanted it to be.
He sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe I’ll bring embarrassment to the family name. Maybe people will have questions about my life and my birth family that I can’t answer. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just making up excuses.”
“Or maybe you’ll be a fucking boss ass bitch. You’ll never know unless you try, Emory Thornton.” Sam’s voice was so smooth and reassuring. It was like swallowing comfort soup.
“What about you?” Emory asked, wanting to remove the heat from his own life. “You’re helping me with all my shit. I wanna help you.”
Sam sighed deeply. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to leave an imprint on the world. I want to be remembered for something meaningful. I can’t figure out how to build a legacy that I’d be proud of.”
“How long have you been thinking like that?”
He blew hot air. “Honestly, for a while. Since Jensen Tolbert”
“I’ll never let him come near you again. I promise.”
“You'd better protect me, Sam laughed. “I only want your body pressed against me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said. “I’ll wrap you in my arms and never let go.”
Sam chuckled. “Hold me tight and show me that I’m the one for you, and I’ll show you. Can you do that?
“I might have an idea on how,” Emory told him.
“Really? What is it?” The man’s face sparkled with joy. He was genuinely curious.
“You have to work for that answer. Are you prepared to do that?”
“Yes,” Sam breathed.
Emory removed the sheet from his naked body. He lay back on the bed and offered himself up to Sam. The young stud stood and dropped his underwear. His cock flopped out. The member was completely erect. It pulsed with blood.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Sam uttered.
Emory looked the man up and down. He couldn’t get over how beautiful he was, and how much he enjoyed everything that they had done and were still doing.
“So are you,” he added. “So are you, Horton.”
Sam grinned as he slipped onto the bed. It was going to be a long night between the two of them, and they were perfectly content with that. They had absolutely no regrets about the way the evening had turned out.
Sam slid in between Emory’s legs. Emory placed his hands on the stud’s back and slowly moved them down until they came to rest on his incredible fat ass. Emory cuffed his globes and made them bounce in his hands.
“All this ass.” He sounded like a man lost in awe. Sam had an incredible ass, and he knew it.
“You sound like a top,” Sam joked.
“I have my moments…a lot.”
Emory quickly flipped Sam onto his back. He took the man’s legs and hiked them up and bent them backwards. Sam’s cheeks spread and revealed the tightest, tiniest, pinkest pucker ever.
“Fuck,” Emory exclaimed. His dick roared to life at the sight. “How about a little taste?”
Sam nodded his head. Emory slowly leaned in. He stuck his tongue out, and it made contact with Sam’s pucker.
“Ooh,” Sam moaned.
Emory’s eyes rolled, and he began to lap at Sam’s hole with a ferocious passion. His lips closed around the ring as he began to suck on it. Sam gripped the sheets and braced himself because he knew Emory was about to eat his soul.
TO BE CONTINUED
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