Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:15:30 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Emo Boi Finds Love 13

	I would like to extend my grateful thanks to my friends Mike, Dave
and Johan 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
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	This story contains graphic depictions of sex between teen males
and an occasional consenting adult, 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
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	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.

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or AIDS, so you won't be reading anything about condoms except in this
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sex.  Quite the contrary - protect yourself as much as you can, no one else
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* * *

Emo Boi Finds Love Chapter Thirteen

	Tyler sat in the Starbucks nearest to the gate from where his
connecting flight to Atlanta would depart.  As he sipped on an overpriced,
foul-tasting coffee, he thought more about his initial meeting with Drake
and the things that had come of it.  It seemed like a lifetime ago now, but
it had only been two years.  Tyler hoped that some day he would be able to
block that troubled time completely out of his mind.  Not that he
remembered all of it now.  The drugs he had been taking at the time had
seen to that.  Still, there were some painful memories despite the toxic
clouds that obscured his memories.

	Throughout that period, whenever he could get to a computer to
access his e-mail account, at least one message from Thomas had been there
for him, often more.  The messages from Thomas were always encouraging,
loving and comforting – qualities in which he had been severely lacking
in those dark days.  Thomas had not been judgmental, but he did make it
clear that he didn't trust Drake's motives once Tyler had finally admitted
to him what was going on in his life, even though Tyler hadn't told him
everything.

	Thomas had also urged him in every message to kick the drug habit
he had picked up and to reconcile with his parents, once he knew what had
happened.  'They love you Ty,' Thomas had written on more than one
occasion.  'They want what's best for you, just like I do.  Please talk to
them.  I bet you'll be surprised how understanding they are and how much
they really want to help you.'

	It was partly because of the reaction to his situation from some of
his friends and classmates that Tyler had put off taking Thomas' advice at
first.  If his closest friends had turned on him, why shouldn't he expect
the same thing from everyone else, including his family and this guy who he
knew solely from online messages?

	If he had only listened to Thomas - the man he had just met online,
yet still looked upon as a confidante - things certainly wouldn't have spun
out of control so badly for him.  He missed their frequent and often
lengthy chat sessions, but always looked forward to seeing what Thomas had
written to him in his e-mail.  He was somehow able to tell that this man,
some 3000 miles away was worried about what was happening to him and cared
about him very deeply.

	Tyler had wished at the time that he could just go live with
Thomas, but he recognized that this wasn't possible until he turned
eighteen, and Thomas had explained that to him then.  He always ended that
part of their 'conversations' with a plea for Tyler to make up with his
parents.

* * *

(The first night at Drake's apartment, this time from Drake's
perspective...)

	After he drew the curtains over the sliding glass doors at the back
of his apartment, Drake turned to look at the two boys on his sofa.  The
giggling had stopped, and the reason was obvious: Tyler and Oliver were
lip-locked.  At some point, both boys had managed to kick off their shoes
and socks.  Tyler was still on the bottom, with Oliver lying on top of him.
Oliver's legs were bent at the knees, his bare feet wiggling about in the
air.

	Drake knew that things were bound to get messy soon.  Rather than
have to get his upholstery cleaned again, Drake had learned to put a couple
over-large beach towels on his living room furniture when sex was going to
occur outside the bedroom.  He recalled the amused looks on the faces of
the two men who had come to pick up one of his sofas to take it away to be
cleaned after one such occurrence.  He wasn't going to go through that
again.

	Drake slapped Oliver lightly on his butt when he had returned with
the towels and told the boys to get up for a moment.  Tyler reminded him
about the drugs that he had offered them to lure them back to his
apartment, but Drake didn't respond directly.  He knew the ecstasy he had
slipped them earlier was hitting, and soon they wouldn't even remember his
promise.  Oliver managed to distract Tyler for him just at that moment, and
as Tyler knelt in front of Oliver and slipped his dick into his mouth it
allowed Drake the opportunity he needed to cover his sofa.  He intended to
have his way with both of them that night and things were off to a good
start.

	Once he had the towels spread out, Drake quickly stripped off his
clothes.  His hard shaft stuck out and upward with a slight glint of
pre-cum at the tip.  He was definitely ready to get involved in the action
that had already started in his living room.  Drake stepped forward and
pressed the head of his dick into Tyler's face even as he sucked on his
friend.  Tyler took the hint and switched off, taking Drake's larger penis
into his mouth.  Oliver took this chance to step out of his jeans and
underwear, which had gathered around his ankles.

	Oliver's dick had been a good fit for Tyler, and he hadn't had
difficulty getting it into his mouth.  This was not the case with Drake's.
His shaft was close to an inch longer than Oliver's and had a greater
girth.  Drake was holding his head in position and pushing forward though,
forcing himself in farther until finally Tyler began to gag.  It was only
then that Drake relented.  'That's okay,' Drake thought.  'His mouth isn't
my real target anyway; it's that cute little ass I've been watching all
day.'  With the unintentional addition of Oliver to his plan, Drake now had
two boys instead of just the one he really wanted, and he knew that he was
going to use them both to the maximum extent he could.

	Drake stepped back, giving Tyler a reprieve.  "Get the rest of your
clothes off," he instructed as he positioned a very compliant Oliver on the
sofa, kneeling on the cushions with his elbows resting on the back and his
knees spread apart on the seat cushions.  When he had Oliver arranged as he
wanted, Drake turned back to Tyler, who now had also kicked off his jeans
and stood naked, looking expectantly back and forth between Oliver and
Drake.  The boy was slowly running his hand up and down the length of his
shaft, the look in his eyes clearly telling Drake that he wondered what was
to happen next.

	"Get up here on the sofa next to your friend," Drake told him.
Just as obediently as Oliver had done, Tyler got on the couch, mimicking
Oliver's position.  'Now the fun really starts,' Drake thought.  He had
been waiting and hoping all day to get his hands on this young, tight, cute
ass and now the moment was upon him.

	Drake opened the top of a small decoupage box on the coffee table
in front of the sofa and removed a tube of KY from inside.  Drake kicked
the boys' clothes under the table as he flipped the cap of the little tube
open.  He would deal with the clothing later, but right now there were more
important issues.  Drake squeezed some of the cool gel out onto his finger
and pressed it up into Tyler's crack, right onto the little rosy pucker in
the center.  When he felt the coolness touch him, the boy jumped a little,
startled.  Drake wondered if he was still a virgin back there before
thinking, 'No matter, he won't be in a little while in any case.'

	Oliver's reaction when Drake moved to him and applied the first dab
of lubricant left no doubt in his mind that this boy had plenty of
experience with anal sex.  Rather than jumping forward as Tyler had done,
Oliver pressed back gently against his finger, enjoying the sensation of
the lubricant being massaged into his most private place.  "Watch how
Oliver does it Tyler," Drake said.  "You can really enjoy this if you go
with it."

	The next approach Drake made to Tyler's rump met more with the
reaction he was hoping for.  This time Tyler pressed back onto his finger
as he had watched Oliver do a moment before.  The lubricated digit didn't
hurt Tyler, and its penetration brought up images, somewhere in his
drug-clouded mind of the relationship he'd had with Corey, and the love he
still felt for his longtime friend - and once boyfriend.  Drake watched as
Tyler put his head back and sighed deeply as his finger went in a little
farther.  Time for more lubricant, Drake removed his finger, which brought
another sigh from Tyler as his head went back down, his chin nearly to his
chest.

	Rather than shifting his attention back to Oliver as was his
original intention, Drake continued with Tyler once he had applied more of
the KY to his finger.  Tyler began moving enthusiastically with Drake's
finger, and as he did, Drake could tell the boy's hole was opening and
stretching.  Oliver was looking back over his shoulder, watching what Drake
was doing to Tyler and wiggling his cute little buns around as if to demand
some of the same attention.  Drake wasn't going to disappoint him.

	Tyler let out a little sigh as Drake withdrew his hand to apply
some of the gel to the fingers on his other hand so he could work on both
of his night's conquests at the same time.  As he started probing Oliver
again, this time with his left hand, he slid his slightly larger middle
finger up into Tyler.  This prompted a slight squeal from the boy, but it
seemed to be one of ecstasy.  He was sure the boy was enjoying his
ministrations.  He was so sure that he began to slip a second finger up to
the boy's hole, teasing and testing, waiting to see the reaction.

	In his drug-induced haze, Tyler responded by pushing back against
Drake's fingers once more.  He wasn't thinking about the man behind him
though - he was thinking about the boy next to him.  Imagining that it was
Oliver penetrating him from behind, getting him ready for sex, much in the
same way Corey had done at one time.  This caused Tyler to start thinking
more about Corey, his best and oldest friend.  His former boyfriend, the
boy whose life he had saved.  The only boy he had ever had anal sex with.
Then Tyler looked quizzically around Drake's living room.  He knew it
wasn't a place he had been before.  Something didn't seem right about this,
but the fog in his brain was keeping him from doing anything about it.
Tyler closed his eyes, tilted his head forward and just enjoyed the feeling
of penetration in his behind that he hadn't felt for so long.

	Drake had been using two fingers on both the boys long enough that
he thought they were both ready for him to move on.  He backed away from
them for a moment - just long enough to squirt some of the gel onto his
shaft and jack himself a few times to spread it around and make sure there
was an even coating all the way around and along the entire length of his
penis.  Once done with that, he applied just one more drop to the head for
good measure.

	Drake alternated between the two boys, slowly and gently easing his
dick into Tyler first, then just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and
waited a few moments.  Now it was Oliver's turn, and he drove into him deep
and hard in one single thrust.  Oliver was caught slightly off guard by the
swift penetration and let out a startled gasp.  He took it well though, and
Drake ravaged his backside, hard and fast.  Once again, just as he felt
himself on the verge of orgasm, Drake pulled out and rested for a few
moments.

	He wanted to leave his seed in Tyler.  That had been his desire
since the moment he first saw him earlier that day.  He couldn't believe
his luck at actually getting the kid back to his apartment.  He took a step
to his right and once again lined himself up behind Tyler, holding his dick
down as he stepped back in toward the boy.  He could feel it throbbing in
his hand.  This time his entry wasn't slow and gentle like it had been
before.  As soon as he was in position, Drake pushed forward forcefully.
Even though Drake had already penetrated Tyler previously, Tyler wasn't
quite expecting the forcefulness of this new onslaught and cried out as
Drake entered him.

	When he felt Oliver place a hand over his, Tyler looked over at
him.  His new friend smiled at him, as if to reassure him that everything
would be alright.  Tyler tried to smile back, but wasn't quite able to do
so.  The forcefulness of Drake's sexual blitz was severe, and Tyler had to
clench his teeth to keep from crying out again, despite the drugs and
alcohol Drake had given him.

	This time, as Drake felt the impending orgasm he didn't pull out.
With one final thrust, Drake let loose, and filled Tyler's bowels.  Once he
was finished and his dick had begun to soften, Drake finally disengaged
himself, wiped himself off with one of the towels he had brought downstairs
with him and sat down on the sofa opposite the one where the boys were
still kneeling.  After a couple minutes they both turned and sat on the
sofa, facing him.  All three had a thin sheen of sweat on them, and after a
moment of looking at the boys he had just had sex with, Drake got up and
extended his hands to them.  Each boy took one and he led them out to the
hot tub on his patio.

	Drake was a little disappointed at first when Oliver and Tyler sat
opposite him in the hot tub.  They were very close together, and apparently
were still feeling a little frisky.  It soon became apparent that they were
groping each other under the water, but Drake's disappointment faded as he
realized he might be about to get a little show.  Oliver leaned his head
over to Tyler and kissed him gently on the edge of his mouth.  Tyler turned
his head and reciprocated.  Soon they were lip-locked, their hands now
visible and at the sides of each other's faces as they kissed.

	As they kissed, Oliver climbed over and straddled Tyler.  His hands
dropped down below the water again, and Drake wondered briefly what he was
up to.  It soon became obvious that he was positioning himself above
Tyler's dick and making sure that it was aimed optimally for penetration.
Oliver broke the kiss and leaned back, sinking down as he did.  The look of
elation on Tyler's face confirmed for Drake what was happening before him.

	Oliver had a wild ride, there was a lot of thrashing about in the
water on the other side of the hot tub as Drake sat and watched - from both
boys.  The action before him was so intense - passionate even - that Drake
couldn't help but start stroking himself as he watched.  It was clear that
the boys were enjoying what they were doing, and it seemed that they also
liked each other very much, even though they had only met hours before.

- - -

	Drake was surprised to wake up alone in bed the next day.  He was
certain both boys would still be fast asleep next to him.  He glanced at
the clock-radio first and saw that it was nearly two in the afternoon; he
had slept a lot longer than he thought he would have.  Drake got out of
bed, opened the accordion doors to his closet and saw that their clothes
were still on the floor where he had left them after putting the boys to
bed a few hours earlier.

	Drake walked, naked to his bathroom.  When he saw that the towels
he expected to find hanging on the rack were missing, he correctly surmised
that the boys must have used them.  After he got a fresh towel from the
linen closet, he took a quick shower.  When he was finished, Drake wrapped
his bathrobe around himself and headed downstairs.  He was still tying the
belt as he entered the living room and saw his 'trophies' from the previous
night sitting at his dining room table, clad only in bath towels and
sipping coffee.  There was something about the sight of the two boys
sitting there like that, and knowing the only thing covering them was the
towels that Drake found intensely erotic.

	"We made coffee," Oliver said as Drake approached them.  "We hope
you don't mind."

	"Not as long as there's some left for me," Drake told them.

	"Sure, there's plenty left," Oliver responded.

	Tyler finally spoke up, "Do you have any aspirin?  My head is
killing me."

	"Yeah, I could use some too," Oliver added.

	Drake's back was to them as he walked into the kitchen to pour
himself a cup of coffee, so they weren't able to see the smirk on his face.
Drake knew the headaches they had were a side effect of the date-rape drug
he had given them the night before.  He opened a cabinet, retrieved a
bottle of Tylenol and tossed it to Tyler.  Tyler flipped the cap off and
shook out four of the capsules before handing the bottle to Oliver.  Oliver
took four as well before following Tyler into the kitchen for some water to
wash them down.

	Tyler took a gulp of water from the glass Drake offered him and
passed the glass to Oliver.  After he had swallowed the pills, Tyler
commented "I could sure use something stronger than those I think."  Oliver
gave him a funny look, so Tyler explained further.  "Percosets - that's
what I could really use this morning."

	"You need to be careful about those things," Oliver warned him.
"You can get hooked on them pretty easily."

	Drake smiled.  Now he knew what Tyler's drug of choice was, and
surely that was what he had seen the boy taking at the water fountain in
the park the day before.  He knew where he could get them, and would make
the offer to Tyler when Oliver was out of earshot.  For now though he
picked up a gold cigarette case from the breakfast bar, opened it and
produced a joint.  He handed it to Tyler and offered him a light.  "Try to
make do with this," Drake told him.

	A smile brightened Tyler's face as he readily accepted Drake's
offering.  He inhaled deeply and handed the joint to Oliver.  Oliver's
admonition about the pills apparently didn't extend to marijuana as he took
a big hit before passing it to Drake.  They passed it around until it was
too small to handle any longer, and Drake dropped it into an ashtray.

	"Pretty good shit," Oliver commented when they had finished.

	"Only the best," Drake replied, smiling.  "You guys want to go in
the hot tub again?" Drake asked.

	"Hot tub?" both boys asked at the same time.  They didn't remember
the hot tub from the prior evening at all.

	'What a shame they don't remember,' Drake thought to himself,
recalling the energy and passion they had shown during the sex they had
shared.

	"Absolutely," Drake told them, moving to the kitchen door and
pulling it open.  Both boys followed Drake out onto the enclosed patio
area.  The towels they had used the night before were still lying on the
ground next to the Jacuzzi.  The jets were still running, circulating the
water and keeping it hot enough for steam to be rising from the top.

	Tyler glanced over at Oliver as if to ask, 'Do you want to?'

	Oliver caught the meaning of his look and shook his head.  "No," he
said.  "I really need to go."  Then turning to Drake he asked if Drake knew
where their clothes were.

	Tyler decided to follow Oliver's lead, saying "Yeah, I should go
too.  It's getting sort of late and I'm probably in big trouble with the
'rents already."  Then he added, a bit sheepishly, "I just need my clothes
too..."

	"I'm pretty sure that they're lying on the floor in my bedroom,"
Drake told them.  "At least there was a pile of stuff there that I doubt
any of would fit me."

	"Come on," Oliver said, taking Tyler's hand and pulling him back
inside.  On the way up the stairs, Oliver looked back and saw that Drake
was trailing behind them far enough that he could make a private comment to
Tyler without being overheard.  "I could swear I looked before and they
weren't there," he whispered.

	"Yeah, me too," Tyler replied.

	Drake entered the room as the boys were both bent over the pile of
clothes he had removed from his closet before going downstairs earlier that
morning.  They were just sorting through them, getting it straight what
belonged to whom, as the garments were tangled up together.  They still had
the towels wrapped around their waists.  There wasn't a lot for them to go
through, and as they each finished retrieving their own clothes, they
turned to look at Drake.  His coffee cup was raised in front of his lips,
and thus it hid the lecherous grin on his face as he waited for the boys to
unwrap the towels from around their waists so they could get dressed.

	Tyler turned his back to Drake before he dropped his towel and bent
over to pick up his black denim jeans and pull them on.  Oliver, more
experienced and far bolder didn't turn his back, and tossed his towel to
Drake as soon as he had taken it from around his waist.  Oliver pulled his
shirt on first, then his boxers, and finally his jeans.  It seemed almost
like he was intentionally being a tease at that moment to Tyler, who had
his jeans up and had turned back around.

	"Do you want me to give you a ride?" Drake asked them.

	Tyler and Oliver looked at each other, nodded their agreement and
turned to Drake, accepting his offer.  While Drake dressed, Tyler and
Oliver returned to the living room to reclaim their shoes and socks.
Oliver went to the kitchen for a moment and when he came back, he handed
Tyler a small scrap of paper.  "That's my phone number," he said, smiling.
"Call me some time, okay?"

	Tyler smiled shyly and nodded that he would.

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