Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2008 18:23:27 -0700 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Emo Boi Finds Love 10 I would like to extend my grateful thanks to my friends Mike and Dave for continuing to allow me to bounce ideas off them and providing many helpful suggestions. I would also like to thank all the readers who have written with comments. I really appreciate having heard from all of you. Thanks also go to the Nifty Archive for hosting this and all the other stories. They do take donations to defray operating expenses, so help them out if you can. This story is for my duckling; always remember that I love you. This story contains graphic depictions of sex between teen males, so if you're some sort of puritan or prude, you ought not to be at this site to begin with, and you certainly shouldn't read any farther into this text. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to read this filth wherever you happen to be - Shoo, go away. If you're not, which if you're now reading this sentence now, you had better not be. I hope you'll enjoy this. This story is set in a world where there are no such things as STDs or deity-of-your-choice forbid HIV or AIDS, so you won't be reading anything about condoms except in this paragraph. This should not in any way be construed as advocating unsafe sex. Quite the contrary - protect yourself as much as you can, no one else is going to do it for you. - - - And for you youngsters who we all know are studiously heeding the various warnings and not reading this story, I hope you'll pay close attention to what is happening to our hero. What's being described here has happened to lots of people, some of whom I've known. There's a lot of truth in this story. So please, let this be a lesson to you. Stay away from drugs. - - - Do not modify or redistribute this text, or show it to any religious zealots or anyone else who will be horribly offended by it without my express written consent. For a complete list of my other stories (including Nifty Archive links), just e-mail and I will be happy to accommodate. * * * Emo Boi Finds Love Chapter Ten Tyler took his seat in the little airplane. There was a very fat black lady sitting next to him holding a baby. From her girth and the way she was holding the child, it was obvious to Tyler that she was never going to be able to get the kid into a comfortable position. 'Great,' he thought. 'I'm sitting next to the mandatory screaming baby - and it's going to last the entire flight.' And it was true. The baby, who appeared to be no more than seven or eight months old, was already screaming loudly, and it seemed that there was no end in sight. Tyler was sure that everything that had happened so far that day could be nothing but a bad omen. First there was the delay, now this. 'I probably should have never gotten into this plane,' Tyler thought. A stewardess raised the boarding ladder and closed the aircraft door. Tyler knew it was way too late to back out before, but now there really was no turning back. The flight was scheduled to be an hour and a half long. 'God, I am going to be so miserable,' Tyler thought. Sitting next to a screaming baby wasn't a very fun idea to him, and it was already giving him a headache. Then he got a reprieve. A steward placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and said "I think I have another aisle seat where you might be more comfortable, if you'll follow me." Tyler looked up and smiled back at the man. "Thanks, that would be great!" he said as he pulled his backpack from under the seat in front of him, got up and followed the steward forward in the aircraft. Tyler couldn't believe his luck. He was led into the small first class section of the plane, and shown to the only available seat of the four that were there. Things were looking up. Once he was seated, the steward asked if he could get Tyler something to drink while they taxied and waited for take off clearance. Tyler was nervous, and really wanted an alcoholic drink to steady his nerves, even though he was still nine months below Canada's nineteen year old drinking age. But what came out of his mouth was "Yes, a coke please." Behind him, he could hear the infant quieting. Apparently the empty seat he left behind gave the huge woman a place to deposit the child where it would be more comfortable. Once the plane was in the air, Tyler reclined his seat and closed his eyes. His mind drifted back to the night that was really the turning point for him, the night that changed his life more dramatically that he would have ever thought possible. * * * Tyler was angry as he walked away from his parent's house. He was angry with his parents, he was angry with Thomas, and even though he didn't want to admit it, Tyler was angry with himself. His anger was the sole focus of his attention as he walked. As a result he had no clue that he was being followed. Tyler still had a buzz going, and he felt he needed to maintain it. He didn't know exactly how he was going to do it - Brian had turned down his offer of another blow job, and he certainly didn't have enough money - but he was sure he could find a way. His anger clouded his mind as he walked, keeping him from thinking clearly. He wandered through the streets, eventually making his way downtown. He wasn't exactly sure how he ended up there, but Tyler eventually found himself standing in front of The Cavern. It was a popular spot for gay teens in the area, but even so, Tyler hadn't been there before. He had heard about it, so when he saw the sign, he thought he would check it out. There wasn't much of a line to get in so it only took a few minutes, but the place was fairly busy once he got inside. Tyler looked around once he was in the main room. There was a bar, even though they allowed teens inside. There were several older men present, older to Tyler anyway. They were sitting around the bar, talking with each other and watching the younger guys in the crowd and on the dance floor. As he watched the crowd on the small dance floor, Tyler saw four or five boys, more or less his age dancing shirtless among the others. A moment later, one of the other teens, probably about a year older than Tyler literally slid up next to him, actually bumping into him, and grabbed Tyler's hips to bring himself to a stop. Tyler looked down and saw that the other boy didn't have shoes on. His feet were clad only in a pair of white socks, explaining why he was able to slide as he did. He too was wearing a pair of black jeans, but his belt was a 2½" wide chain with an eagle's head buckle and he didn't have a shirt on. One other thing Tyler noticed about him - he was certainly very cute. "Sorry for bumping into you dude," the boy said to him as he put an arm around Tyler's shoulder. "Give your shirt to the bartender and come join us. You'll have a good time, I promise!" Then he took a shot glass of Jagermeister from one of the older guys at the bar, downed it in a single swallow and ran back toward the dance floor, jumping and sliding back into the crowd when he got there. When Tyler looked back, the man who gave the other boy the Jager shot was giving him an appraising look. "You want one?" he asked. "Want one what?" Tyler wasn't sure at first what the man was asking. "A shot," the guy seemed confused that Tyler didn't know what he meant. "No thanks, but maybe later," Tyler told him. He was surprised that he was being offered alcohol; there was no way he looked anywhere near Canada's drinking age limit of nineteen years. He had even been carded to get inside, although he thought he fully looked sixteen - the club's minimum allowed age for admission. Then again, the boy who had just done the shot only looked about a year older than him, which would make him underage as well. Then Tyler called the bartender over. He asked if his shirt could be held for him behind the bar. The bartender took his shirt and gave him a claim ticket so he could retrieve it later. Tyler walked slowly toward the dance floor. His buzz was nearly gone, and he was starting to have second thoughts about being here. He also wondered why he had taken his shirt off before going to look for the cute boy he'd just seen at the bar. He approached the dance floor slowly, looking for the boy who had invited him there. Unfortunately, Tyler wasn't able to spot him amongst the small crowd of writhing bodies. Tyler turned back toward the bar for a moment. There was a man joining the others at the bar that he thought he recognized from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place him. Just as he started trying to figure out who the guy was, he felt a hand being placed on each side of his waist. He was startled, and turned to see who it was. He was pleased to see it was the boy who had invited him to the dance floor. The boy smiled at him, wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist and pulled him in tight. "I'm glad you decided to join us," he said. Then he brushed Tyler's hair aside with his nose and gave him a quick kiss on the back of his neck. That drew Tyler's attention briefly away from the boy's crotch pressing gently into his ass. When he felt the brief press of the boy's nose and lips against the back of his neck, he also completely forgot the anger he had been feeling shortly before. Then he felt the boy's hips begin to sway behind him, and allowed himself to begin to move along with him. As he began to move, the boy's head moved so that his mouth was at Tyler's ear. "Help me put on a good show, we can both make a little money," he whispered. Tyler was confused. He turned his head and replied, "Make money? What are you talking about?" The boy who was holding him pulled him in a little tighter and said "Just follow my lead, and trust me. We do a little 'dirty dancing' up here, tease the older guys at the bar a little and we get a bunch of tips before the night's over, plus shots." As he said this, he let his hands slip into the front of Tyler's low cut pants. It only took a second for his hands to move around a little and discover that Tyler had nothing on beneath them. That wasn't going to work, not for what he had in mind. He let his fingers run through Tyler's small patch of pubic hair as the boy arched with surprise against him. He felt the tips of his fingers touch the base of his cock before pulling his hands out of Tyler's pants and telling him to follow as he took his hand and led him toward the far side of the dance floor. Tyler gasped. He wasn't sure what to make of this. The guy said they were going to be able to make some money, and then stuck his hand in his pants. Now he was being pulled into a back room, in a confused way he hoped this was the prelude to sex. Once they were off the dance floor and shut into what appeared to be a dressing room, the boy finally let go of Tyler's hand. "Take off your pants," he said, then turned and started rifling through a chest of drawers. Tyler was confused. "What do you mean 'take off my pants'?" he asked. It certainly could have been a prelude to sex - but with the boy's back turned toward him like it was that didn't seem likely. "You aren't wearing any underwear, and you're going to need some. I can't take your pants off out there if you don't have anything beneath them," the boy explained patiently. "What do you mean you're going to take my pants off out there? You mean on the dance floor? I mean I don't even know you... And in front of all those people?" Tyler still didn't completely understand what was going on, and he wasn't sure about letting this boy who he hadn't even really met yet strip him in front of a bar full of people. The boy stopped rummaging in the bureau and turned around; he straightened his posture and extended his hand. "I'm Oliver," he said. "And don't worry, I'm finding you some undies." Tyler shook hands with him and introduced himself in what occurred to him was a comically formal way. "Good," Oliver said, with a quirky smile. "Now we know each other. So, are you in or not?" "How much money are you talking about?" Tyler asked. Oliver laughed. "Right down to business, huh? It depends on the crowd really. Like I said, it's just tips and shots, so there aren't any guarantees. From the looks of things tonight I'd guess about a hundred bucks a piece." "Um, you know I'm not exactly old enough to drink in here," Tyler told him. "Me neither," Oliver responded. "The bartender looks the other way though, so don't worry about it." Then he turned back around to face Tyler again, holding up a skimpy pair of bright red bikini underwear. "These look good I think, and they'll work well with those pants." Tyler nodded and kicked off his shoes. Then he unfastened his pants and slid them off. He stood in front of Oliver, wearing nothing but a pair of white socks. Oliver gazed at his body appreciatively for a moment before commenting, "Nice," and finally handed the underwear over to Tyler. Tyler blushed at Oliver's comment, then turned his back to Oliver and put the little garment on. The underwear were made of a slick, silk-like material, and felt very good when Tyler slipped them on. He turned to face his new friend once more, then adjusted himself so that his dick was pointed off to the left side and pulled his pants back on. He started to pull his shoes back on, but took Oliver's suggestion when he said it might be better if he left them off and just wore his socks. He took Oliver's hand and returned to the dance floor. * * * Drake was intrigued when he saw the boy enter The Cavern. Drake had been there many times, and knew that it catered to a predominantly young, gay clientele. He waited a few minutes before going inside. He wasn't sure if the kid would make it past the bouncer checking IDs at the door for one thing, and for another, even if he did, Drake didn't want to be right on his heels as he entered. As Drake entered the main room of The Cavern, he spotted his 'target' approaching the dance floor, shirtless. The boy looked a little nervous and unsure of himself as he got there. He seemed to be looking for someone, but couldn't seem to find them and turned back toward the bar. After the kid turned back toward the bar, Drake had the feeling that the kid was looking right at him. The kid sure had a beautiful, toned body. Even though Drake didn't want to look away, he had to. He didn't want to give the kid too much of a chance to recognize him from the park earlier in the day. Then, just as Drake was turning away, a cute brunette boy stepped off the dance floor and put his hands on his target's hips. Drake ordered a Crown and Ginger Ale once he got the bartender's attention, and then turned back toward the dance floor. The black haired boy he'd been following was dancing with the brunette who had come off the dance floor to get him just after Drake had entered the bar. They were pressed tightly together, the brunette boy behind him. They were grinding their hips together, and if Drake's eyes didn't deceive him, the brunette had his hands stuck inside the front of the black haired boy's pants. Drake turned back to the bar to take a sip of his drink. He wondered if the two were boyfriends, it certainly looked like they were. He took a second sip before sitting his glass down on the bar. He turned back around and looked for the couple. There were four or five other boys on the dance floor without their shirts, but Drake couldn't spot the two who were the primary focus of his interest. Then suddenly there they were again, in the middle of the dance floor. Once again, they were dancing close, the brunette still in the rear, and still grinding suggestively into the black haired boy's behind. The current set of music ended, and all the guys started heading back toward the bar from the dance floor for a brief break. As luck would have it, the two boys - or more importantly the one who he had been watching all afternoon - ended up next to him. 'What the hell?' Drake thought to himself, and decided to see if he could strike up a conversation, and get some information at the same time. Drake turned to face the boy. "You and your boyfriend looked really good up there on the dance floor," he started. "Thanks," the boy replied, still a little out of breath. "Really though, we only just met a few minutes ago." "Did you?" Drake asked intrigued. There might be a way to work an angle here after all. He extended his hand and said, "My name is Drake, can I get you a drink?" Then as the boy's new friend looped his arm around his shoulder, he added, "Both of you?" "Two shots of Jager," his friend replied. Tyler, a little more courteous, said "Um yes, please. What he said." Then he took the man's hand, and shaking it quickly added, "I'm Tyler, and this is Oliver." Drake caught the bartender's attention and ordered three shots. When they were delivered, he handed one to each of the boys, and then raised his own. "It's nice to meet you both," he said. Then they all downed the cool liquid. Tyler was rather disgusted by the taste of the stuff, but as it warmed his insides, he felt a buzz returning. It wasn't the same as he was normally used to, but there was still a welcome numbing effect in his head. Then Oliver pulled him around to face the other direction, as the man on the other side of them presented them each with another shot. This one was mostly liquor, but had a little fruit juice in it as well. Tyler didn't know what it was called, but it was much tastier than the Jagermeister. He asked Oliver what it was, and was told that it was called 'Sex on the Beach.' "Great name," Tyler said, looking into Oliver's eyes. "Yeah it is, isn't it?" Oliver replied. Then he leaned in and kissed Tyler on the lips. It was tentative at first, but when Tyler responded, Oliver became more aggressive. Then Tyler felt Oliver's mouth open some, and his tongue at his lips. Tyler opened his mouth, and the kiss became far more passionate. Tyler slipped his hands inside the back of Oliver's pants. He felt the smooth, warm globes contained there, and was soon lost in intensity of the kiss, the simple excitement of the moment and the warm glow he felt from the alcohol. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net. Flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.