Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2009 12:27:01 -0600
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Emo Boi Finds Love 14

	First, sorry it took me so long to get this chapter done.  It's
quite a bit longer than the others so far, and I hope you'll enjoy it.  One
comment from one of my friends who assists me by editing is that he wished
there had been more sex.  Sorry, but that's not all this story is about.  I
hope you'll enjoy this chapter, and as always, your comments are
appreciated.

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	This story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting
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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.

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Emo Boi Finds Love Chapter Fourteen

	Tyler's layover in Toronto was nearly four and a half hours.  He
was on his third cup of coffee, and still reflecting on what had to have
been the worst part of his life.  Fifteen years old, a runaway from home,
living with a twenty six year old man, and having sex with him.  Thomas had
been worried about him, and told him so in every e-mail message, though
they weren't able to talk in MSN chat.  There wasn't a computer at Drake's
apartment, not that he would have used it to chat with Thomas if there had
been.  He hadn't wanted to risk angering Drake and getting kicked out.  If
that happened, Tyler didn't think he would have had any place to go.
Thomas still encouraged him to reconcile with his parents, but Tyler hadn't
thought he could do that.

	Then there had been his 'friends' at school.  Well, Tyler had
thought they were his friends, but the way they had treated him...  Word
had spread of his living arrangements, and even though he hadn't let any of
them know that he was sleeping in Drake's bed, and in fact had even denied
that part of it, they still called him names because of it.  The most
hurtful to him was 'slut.'  When they called him that, Tyler denied it of
course - but even though he could lie to them, he couldn't lie to himself.
That was the worst part of all, knowing that what they were saying was true
- and as much as he tried to block it out of his mind, he did feel that he
was whoring himself out.

	The only person Tyler had considered a friend before this troubled
time in his life who hadn't treated him this way was Corey.  It wasn't any
better though, as Corey didn't talk to him at all.  When they saw each
other, Corey would simply hang his head, turn and walk another way to avoid
Tyler, and that hurt him even more.  He had really thought they had a
special connection, especially after he had saved Corey's life after his
suicide attempt.

	He had made a friend in Ollie - sort of, and that was about the
only good thing that had happened to him during that time of his life.  And
Ollie knew the whole truth about Tyler's situation.  He could certainly
sympathize with it as well, since he himself had been in very nearly the
same situation.  It had been good for him to have Ollie to talk to,
especially since his communication with Thomas had been made so sporadic by
his living situation with Drake.

	Thinking of Ollie now and remembering how helpful the boy was to
him brought a tear to Tyler's eye.  He really missed the one person who had
been there in person for him back then.  Thomas had been there when he was
able to access his e-mail, but that was different, far different from the
nearly daily MSN chat sessions they had before all the proverbial shit had
hit the fan.  Tyler wiped the tear away, bowed his head and said a short,
silent prayer for Ollie.

	Across the restaurant, someone had noticed Tyler.  Most compelling
was the look on his face - at first it was obvious that the boy was deep in
thought.  Then there was the look of sadness that appeared on his face and
the single tear that rolled down his cheek, only to be wiped away a moment
later.  When he closed his eyes and bowed his head, this brought forward a
real feeling of compassion in the heart of the person who was observing
Tyler from a short distance away.  'He looks so troubled, I wonder if
there's anything I can do to help - to make him feel any better.  And he is
sooo cute too...'

- - -

	Tyler felt a hand on his shoulder just before a soft voice asked,
"Do you mind if I join you?"

	He looked up to see a girl about his age standing next to him.  She
had long blonde hair and soft, light brown eyes.  Tyler looked around the
restaurant.  It wasn't very busy, so Tyler was curious why the girl would
want to share his table.  He looked back up at her and she smiled at him.
"Please?" she asked.

	Tyler nodded his head and motioned for her to sit down.  Rather
than take the chair across from him, as he had indicated, she sat next to
him.  She put her hand on his arm, looked him directly in the eye and said,
"You just looked so troubled and sad sitting here by yourself, and I just
couldn't resist coming over to, um...  To, well, just to see if there was
anything I could do."  She flashed him a smile as she said this, and Tyler
couldn't help but recognize that she was a very cute girl.  He figured that
she was maybe a year older than him at the most.

	Tyler returned her smile, shyly.  This made him seem all the more
cute to her.  She held out her hand, offering it as if to shake hands and
said, "My name is Melissa."

	Tyler took her hand, performed a gentle handshake and introduced
himself.  "Hey," he said.  "I'm Tyler."

	"It's nice to meet you Tyler," she said, now placing her hand on
his knee.  "I have a while before my flight leaves.  Do you want to talk?"

	Tyler's emotions were conflicted at the moment.  He did want to
talk to someone, and at the same time he didn't.  In the end he admitted
it.  "I suppose so..." he said.  "I was just thinking about a friend I used
to have.  He died a couple years ago..."

* * *

	Oliver had Drake drop him off back at The Cavern, saying that he
had some things to do downtown and that was the best place for him to be
let off.  After Drake dropped Oliver off, Tyler gave Drake directions to
his neighborhood, even though they weren't really necessary.  Drake had
committed the location of the boy's house to memory.  He certainly didn't
want to admit that to him though.

	Tyler had Drake drop him off at the end of his street.  He still
needed to sneak back into his house.  He didn't want his parents to know
that he had snuck out the night before, so it wouldn't do to be dropped off
right at his front door.  After Tyler got out of the van and started
walking down the street, Drake sat and watched, admiring the boy's lithe
young form.  Fortunately, there didn't seem to be a lot of obvious
discomfort as he walked away.  Finally when Tyler ducked into the side yard
to climb back up to his window and was no longer in view, Drake drove away.
The boy hadn't looked back once after he left the van.  Still, Drake was
somehow sure he would be seeing this boy again.

	When Tyler climbed in his window, he was rather dismayed to see
that the door to his room was standing open.  He was sure he had locked it
last night before he went out through the window.  If it hadn't been
locked, his father would have been able to get into his room after their
fight instead of just pounding on the door.  The drugs he had been taking
made that part of the evening a little hazy in his mind, but he was sure he
hadn't imagined the whole thing.  Then he noticed the door frame - the door
had been forced open.  It was all true - he hadn't imagined any of what he
thought he had remembered about the previous evening, as much as he wished
that he had.

	Tyler pushed the door shut and shucked off his clothes.  He stood
in his room naked for a moment contemplating what to put on as he scanned
the various piles of clothing strewn about his floor.  He picked up a pair
of worn, green and yellow plaid boxers that looked clean and sniffed them.
'Yep, they'll do,' he thought and stepped into them.  He found a fresh pair
of socks, jeans and a t-shirt and put them on.  He pulled the t-shirt over
his head.  It had the arms cut off and the sides slit from the underarms to
about halfway to the hem.  As he did so, he heard his father clearing his
throat at the doorway to his room.  Tyler turned to face him, and it was
plain by the look on his face that he was quite angry.

	"Where were you all night?" his father asked, his tone amplifying
his enraged expression, and it certainly sounded more like a challenge than
a question.  "Your mother and I were worried sick," he continued, but his
tone and demeanor belied his words.

	"It's none of your business where I was!" Tyler countered angrily,
not expecting that argument to work at all, and regretting having said it
as soon as it left his lips.  He knew it was only going to start more
trouble between his father and himself.  And that is exactly what it did.

	 "It most certainly is my business where you go and what you do!"
his father shouted.  "You are just barely fifteen years old, that's a long
way from being an adult."  Then he followed up with the line he had started
using recently, one that Tyler hated hearing, but that had lately been
giving him some ideas...  "And as long as you live under my roof, you will
abide by my rules!"

	Tyler didn't respond, but crossed his arms over his chest in a
gesture of defiance, the scowl on his face let his father know exactly how
he was feeling.

	"You are also grounded young man.  Other than school, you are not
to leave this house," his father continued.

	"You can't keep me locked up here!" Tyler burst out.

	His father looked over at the window, then turned back to face his
son.  "We'll see about that.  The first thing we'll take care of is bolting
shut that 'emergency exit' you have there.  That should solve that
problem."  And with that Tyler's father stormed out of the room and down
the stairs.  Tyler heard his mother asking his father if he was alright as
his father walked through the downstairs.  He was able to tell that his
father's reply was loud, but whatever it was, he couldn't make out.  And
whatever it was, he was sure it wasn't going to be good.  He was equally
sure that his father was serious about bolting his window closed.  He began
packing a bag.

	When Tyler came down the stairs into the front entry hall a few
minutes later, he could hear his parents in the garage arguing.  All he was
able to make out was his father yelling at his mother, "I told him I was
going to bolt the window shut, and that's exactly what I am going to do.  I
will not have him disobeying us and sneaking out of this house!  Now where
is my drill?  Have you seen it?"

	Tyler was certain he had made the right decision.  He walked to the
front door and slipped through, closing it behind him as quietly as he
could.  He didn't want to attract their attention, and wanted to be as far
away from the house as he could before his parents noticed he was missing.
His first thought of where to go was the arcade to see if Bryan was
working.  He didn't usually work in the morning, but Tyler was going to
take a chance that he might be there.  He felt he needed something to kill
the pain in his head from the fight with his father, and he had a little
more than a hundred and fifty dollars in his pocket from dancing with
Oliver at The Cavern the night before.  It wasn't a physical pain though -
it was an emotional one.  He was craving the numbness the marijuana and
Percocet capsules gave him.

	Bryan wasn't there when Tyler got to the arcade, but the attendant
told him that he expected him to come by that morning to pick up his
paycheck.  Tyler decided to wait for a while to see if Bryan would show up,
so be bought some game tokens to occupy his time while he waited.  Tyler
had played several games, and didn't want to waste any more of his money on
them, so he decided to wait outside.  Tyler sat on the curb next to the
building for about a half an hour and was about to give up when he saw
Bryan's car pulling into the parking lot.

	Tyler waited for Bryan to get out of his car before he approached
him.  As the boy walked up, Bryan looked him over.  "You going on a trip?"
he asked, referring to the over-stuffed duffel bag Tyler had slung over his
shoulder.

	"Sort of," Tyler answered.  "I need some pain killers and a few
joints, you got any?" he asked.

	"Yeah, I'm holding a little, you got cash?" Bryan came straight to
the point.

	"Yeah, I can pay.  Fifty for ten pills and throw in a few joints?"
Tyler responded.

	"Sixty," Bryan countered.

	They ended up settling on fifty five, and Bryan would give Tyler a
ride after he collected his paycheck.  While Tyler waited in the car for
Bryan to come back out, he saw his parents' car coming down the block.  His
father was driving and his mother was in the passenger seat.  Tyler slumped
down in the seat so as not to be noticed as they drove by.  He was still
slumped down like that a moment later when Bryan opened the door to his car
and slid into the driver's seat.

	He gave Tyler a sly look and asked, "So who is it you're hiding
from?"

	"None of your business," Tyler answered, "Just drive, okay?"

	Bryan had a smirk on his face as he pulled out of the parking lot
and drove away from the arcade.  There was something Tyler was hiding, and
Bryan's senses were tingling.  He had a feeling that this situation was
somehow going to work out to his advantage.  As they drove away he finally
asked Tyler where it was that he wanted to go.

	Tyler thought for a moment before he answered.  "The Cavern,
downtown," he finally answered.  "You know where that is, right?"

	"I didn't know you were hanging out there," Bryan said
nonchalantly.  This definitely got Bryan's attention, as he knew the
reputation the club had.

	"I didn't say that I was.  I know someone that lives near there, so
that's just a good way to tell you where to drop me off, not that it's
really any of your business."  Tyler pulled the scrap of paper with
Oliver's phone number written on it from his pocket and looked at it,
admiring the neat, precise penmanship.  Then he slipped it back into his
pocket.  He would call Ollie after Bryan dropped him off.

	When Tyler got out of Bryan's car in front of The Cavern, he turned
and walked in the opposite direction as Bryan drove away.  He didn't know
where Ollie lived, but he hoped it was close by.  He couldn't think of any
other reason why he would have wanted to be dropped off here, but he
suspected the story Ollie had told Drake was a ruse to keep him from
knowing exactly where he lived.  He pulled the paper back out and punched
the number into his cell phone.  Ollie answered on the third ring.
"Hello?"

	"Ollie?  It's Tyler..."

	"Hey Ty, what's up?  I didn't expect to hear from you so soon."

	"Um, I sort of had a big fight with my parents, and was
wondering...  Um, I was just wondering if there was any way that um..."
Tyler was having a hard time getting the question he wanted to ask out.  It
was not easy to ask someone to do something as big as this for him,
especially someone he had just met.  He did feel an incredible connection
with Ollie though, so he hoped against all odds that Ollie would say yes.

	"Wondering what Ty?" Ollie prompted him.

	"I was wondering if...  Well, I was wondering if I might be able to
stay with you for a couple days, just until things blow over," he finally
got out.

	 Now it was Oliver's turn to stammer and hesitate in his speech.
"I um...  I don't know Ty.  Um, the guy that I'm staying with might um, I
don't know.  He might not like it."

	"Oh shit," Tyler sighed, just barely loud enough for Oliver to hear
him.  If Oliver could have seen him, he would have also noticed a single
tear slowly making its way down Tyler's cheek.  "I don't have any idea
where I'm going to go or what I'm going to do." Tyler said.

	This really tugged at Oliver's heartstrings.  "Hey, Ty, don't
worry.  I'll help you figure something out.  Where are you?"

	"I'm sitting at a bus stop around the corner from The Cavern.  I
got a ride down here from, uh..." Tyler paused, thinking about how to
describe Bryan to Oliver.  "I got a ride from this guy I know after the
fight with my 'rents."

	"Okay, stay there.  I'll be there in about fifteen minutes," Oliver
said, then flipped his phone closed.  Oliver had known his new friend for
less than a day, but there was a sort of appealing vulnerability about his
demeanor that inspired Oliver to help if he could.  Still, he didn't think
that Frank, the man he was living with, would appreciate him inviting the
boy to stay over in his house, and it might cost him his place to live.
Frank was sort of funny about Oliver bringing friends over.  Oliver
understood that though, some of the people he hung around with didn't fit
in well with Frank's lifestyle.  In fact, Frank was so concerned with what
his neighbors would think about Oliver living with him that they had
concocted a cover story about Oliver being his nephew, even though the
neighborhood was comprised predominantly of gay men.

	It was a warm day in Thunder Bay, so Oliver had been lounging in
the front room wearing only a pair of tattered, white briefs while he
watched TV.  His body stretched as he reached up to slide each of the four,
tall windows on the front of the house closed, giving one of the neighbors
across the street four good, long, teasing looks at his lean body.  Then
went to his room and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  He slipped
his feet into a pair of sneakers on his way out the door and was on his way
to find Tyler.  The neighbor across the street was still working in his
yard as Oliver left, and gave a friendly wave which Oliver returned with a
smile.

	It took Oliver twenty minutes to reach Tyler.  He had checked the
wrong side-street by The Cavern first, and had to circle the block.  Tyler
was seated on the bench at the bus stop, fidgeting when Oliver finally
walked up.  "Sorry I took so long," he offered as he approached.  Tyler
looked up at him and smiled.  'Damn, but that smile could brighten anyone's
day,' Oliver thought.

	"Hey," Tyler said, "I was starting to get worried."  Tyler wasn't
wearing a watch, so he didn't know how long it had taken Oliver to arrive,
but it had seemed like quite a bit longer than twenty minutes.

	Oliver sat down on the bench next to Tyler.  Tyler seemed nervous,
but Oliver hadn't known him long enough to realize that this was out of
character for him.  Tyler was often very shy - something Oliver would never
have deduced from his performances either at The Cavern or at Drake's
apartment the previous evening - but in contrast to this he was usually
also very self-assured when he did speak up.

	Finally, after a few moments, Tyler spoke again.  "Listen, I don't
think they'd really be looking for me down here, but I know my 'rents are
driving around looking for me.  I saw them while I was waiting for the guy
that gave me a ride.  Do you think we could go over to your place for a
little while?  Just until I can figure out what to do...  Maybe find a
place to stay?"

	Oliver looked over at Tyler, who seemed to be intently studying his
shoes while he waited for an answer.  Oliver knew Frank would probably get
a little upset with him for bringing Tyler over to the house, but he wanted
to help.  He put his hand on Tyler's shoulder and said "Sure, let's go."

	They got up, and Tyler slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, then
he turned and followed Oliver down the street.  Tyler hurried to catch up,
and they walked side-by-side the few blocks to the house where Oliver lived
with Frank.  When they arrived, Oliver breathed a quiet sigh of relief as
the neighbor across the street was no longer in his front yard.  Maybe he
could avoid questions from Frank about bringing Tyler over.  Tyler admired
the house and the yard as they made their way up the front walk.  "This is
a nice house," he commented.  "Are your parents at home?" he asked,
forgetting that Oliver had told him that he was living with 'a guy.'

	"I don't know, this isn't my parents' house," Oliver told him as he
inserted the key into the lock and opened the front door.  "This is my
friend Frank's house, but it's where I live."

	"Yeah, I forgot you said that," Tyler responded.  "I hope you
aren't going to get in any trouble with him for bringing me over."

	"I'm sure he'll get over it, once he understands it's for a good
cause.  If he finds out that is," Oliver said.

	"So I take it he isn't home?" Tyler asked.

	"No, he's working today.  He owns an art gallery a few blocks
over," Oliver told him.  "He'll probably not be back until early this
evening."

	Tyler didn't respond further, but assumed that he was expected to
leave before Frank returned home.  He was going to have to figure out a
place to stay, and do so quickly.

	Tyler looked around as they entered.  The house wasn't big, but it
was comfortably furnished and nicely decorated.  There was a large plasma
screen television in the living room, along with two over-stuffed sofas, a
couple small tables and a large, leather recliner.  On one side of the room
was a fireplace, with a few oak logs next to it in a bin.  There were a few
pictures in silver frames of an older man, probably nearly fifty on the
mantle.

	"Who's this?" Tyler asked, picking up one of the pictures.

	"That's Frank, the guy who owns the house," Oliver answered.

	Tyler was surprised, and he wondered what sort of relationship
Frank and Oliver had.  Oliver was easily able to read the expression on his
face.  "No, it's nothing like that," Oliver explained without even being
asked.  "We tell the neighbors that he's my uncle, just because he doesn't
care to answer awkward questions.  All I do is rent a room from him though;
it isn't like we're sleeping together or anything."

	A look of relief crossed Tyler's face as Oliver explained his
living situation with Frank.  Tyler still didn't really understand why, if
Oliver was renting a room, he wasn't supposed to have guests over, but he
let it pass.  They sat and talked for a few minutes, but Tyler was
distracted.  Mainly it was the fight he'd had with his father and the
decision he'd made to run away from home.  He had no idea what he was going
to do or where he was going to go.  He needed to get high - to find a
temporary refuge from his problems.

	Tyler pulled out the little baggie he'd gotten from Bryan and
removed one of the joints.  He was surprised to see that Bryan had given
him several, rather than the 'few' they had bargained for.  "Wanna smoke
some with me?" he asked Oliver, who nodded affirmatively.

	"Come with me," Oliver said as he got up from the sofa they were
sitting on.  "We have to go out back to smoke."  When they walked out onto
the back patio, Tyler was amazed yet again.  The patio was cobblestone, and
surrounded by lush plants and grass that formed a large garden of the
backyard.  There was a small pond with a fountain in its center.  A stream
of water was shooting out from the mouth of a Cherub statue in the center
of the pond.

	Tyler and Oliver sat down on a curved concrete bench, one of four
that surrounded the fountain.  Tyler lit the joint, inhaled deeply and
passed it over to Oliver.  Oliver took it from him and drew in some of the
smoke.  He didn't pass it back though.  He held onto it until Tyler had
exhaled, then he reversed it, putting the cherry end into his mouth and
leaned in to blow Tyler a 'shotgun' hit.  Their lips were very close as
Oliver blew the smoke into his mouth, almost touching.

	If they had been able to read each other's minds they would have
known that they were thinking exactly the same thing - they both were
wishing that they were really drawing in for a kiss.  Tyler even put a hand
up to the side of Oliver's face as if they were actually sharing a kiss,
and when his lungs finally filled with the smoke and he backed away, Tyler
left his hand there.  He found the smooth feel of Oliver's skin against his
palm very pleasing.

- - -

	Tyler and Oliver were lying on one of the sofas in the living room
watching television.  Oliver was behind Tyler, with his arms wrapped around
him, his hands under Tyler's shirt.  His hands were stationary though,
rather than exploring Tyler's upper body - but then they were both already
familiar with each other's bodies from the night before.  Oliver had
reopened the windows on the front of the house, and a cool breeze was
blowing in.  Tyler heard a car door closing outside, but paid it no mind.
The sound escaped Oliver's notice.

	A moment later the front door opened, and the man Tyler had seen in
the pictures in the living room entered.  When he came in, Oliver sat up so
fast that it almost knocked Tyler off the sofa.  He didn't say a word
though.

	Frank surveyed the room for a moment, and then he asked, "Who's
your friend, Oliver?"

	"Um, this is Tyler," Oliver replied, a little embarrassed.  "He's a
friend of mine and he had a fight with his 'rents, and I'm trying to, uh...
I'm just trying to help him out a little.

	"Hello Tyler," Frank said, still not smiling.  "Tyler, would you
excuse us for a moment please?  Oliver, would you join me in the kitchen?"
he asked cordially.  Still, the look on his face was like stone and Tyler
could read nothing from his expression at all.  Tyler glanced at Oliver,
and was able to read his expression clearly - he was concerned and worried,
but he got up and followed Frank into the kitchen.

	Tyler couldn't make out what was being said in the kitchen, but he
could tell the discussion was getting heated between the two.  Finally
Oliver came back alone and gestured for Tyler to follow him.  Tyler picked
up his duffel bag, expecting that they were leaving the house, but instead
Oliver led him upstairs.  They entered a bedroom that was obviously that of
a teen boy and Oliver closed the door behind them.  "I told you that Frank
doesn't like me bringing people over unless he knows them," he explained.
"So we argued about it a little.  Don't worry, he'll get used to you soon
and it won't bother him so much when you come over."

	On the one hand, Tyler liked the idea that Oliver was planning to
have him back over as a regular guest.  On the other, it reminded Tyler
that he couldn't stay here, and still had to try to find a place to stay
now that he'd run away from home.  "Well, I guess I really need to figure
out a place where I can stay though.  It's going to be getting dark soon,
so I better stop wasting time.  I really don't want to get stuck out in
town after dark with no place to go."

	"You're staying here tonight," Oliver told him.  "We'll find you
something more permanent tomorrow."

	"Really, are you sure that's okay?" Tyler asked, surprised that
Frank was going to allow this.  "I don't want to get you into any trouble
with Frank."

	"Yes, really, but just for tonight though," Oliver replied.  "Leave
your bag here, and we'll go get something to eat, then we'll run by The
Cavern later and see if we can make a little more cash.  Don't always
expect to do as well as we did last night though."

	Tyler smiled at Oliver and thanked him.  He leaned in to kiss Ollie
on the cheek, but Oliver had other ideas.  He reached up and caught Tyler's
face with his hands, and guided it toward him so that their lips met.  Both
boys parted their lips as they began to touch.  A moment later their
tongues seemed almost to intertwine and they shared a quick moment of
passion before returning to the living room to get their shoes so they
could go out for the evening.

- - -

	Oliver and Tyler ate dinner at one of the many fast food places in
the area.  Oliver ate burgers, fries and Cokes - typical teen nutritional
fare, while Tyler opted for one of the salads they offered.  "I don't eat
meat, except for fish," he offered as the only explanation, and no more was
asked for by Ollie.  It was still early when they finished eating, so they
walked around in a park for a while, talking about anything but Tyler's
problem of where he was going to stay after tonight with Oliver at Frank's
house.  They needed to figure something out, but for some reason neither of
them wanted to broach that subject just yet.

	Finally as dusk was settling in, they made their way to The Cavern.
There wasn't a large crowd yet, but Oliver told Tyler that Saturdays were
usually busy nights, so they would probably be able to make good tips by
dancing that night.  They had arrived before there was a cover charge at
the door, and walked right in.  Oliver waved at the bartender, who nodded
in reply, before taking Tyler's hand and leading him back toward the
changing room they had used the night before.  "Let's see what you've got
on," Oliver told Tyler.

	Tyler looked quizzically at Oliver, held his arms out slightly from
his sides and turned slowly around.

	"That's not what I meant," Oliver sighed once Tyler was facing him
again.  The shirt, slit down the sides as it was would surely attract
favorable attention, but that wouldn't be staying on the entire evening
anyway.  He reached out, unbuckled the belt that circled Tyler's waist
solely for decoration, let it drop away and then unfastened and unzipped
Tyler's jeans.  He pushed Tyler's jeans down and once they had cleared the
curve of his ass fell away, stopping at his knees.  Oliver circled Tyler,
considering the boxer shorts he was wearing.  They were very obviously old,
and although they were intact and had no holes in them, the material was
noticeably thin with age.  After walking slowly around Tyler not once but
twice, Oliver stopped in front of him once more, crossing his left hand
across his body and resting his right elbow in the palm.  He tapped the
fingers of his right hand against his lips considering what he saw.
Finally he spoke again, saying "I think we can make this work."

	Tyler was still unsure exactly what Oliver was up to, but stood and
watched as he started to go through some of the clothing that was kept in
the changing room.  Oliver kicked off his shoes, then unfastened his pants
and stepped out of them.  His t-shirt had just reached the waistband of his
jeans, but the tattered white briefs he was wearing rode lower on his hips.
There were a few holes visible around the edges and where the elastic
waistband was attached.  Unfortunately for Tyler, the underwear didn't hug
Ollie's form, but hung loose, the aging elastic barely providing enough
cling to hold them up.

	Oliver gave a gentle push and the briefs fell away, leaving Tyler
with a far better view - an enticing view of Ollie's creamy white, smooth
butt-cheeks.  This didn't last long as Oliver picked up a pair of plain
white boxers, easily as thin as the green and yellow plaid pair that Tyler
had on.  He slipped them on, and like Tyler's they hung loose, but the legs
of the shorts didn't extend very far below where their respective equipment
hung between their legs.

	Ollie turned to face Tyler and asked, "So, what do you think?"

	Tyler shuffled forward, his jeans still around his knees.  He used
his right hand to pull Oliver forward into him and his left to push the leg
of Oliver's boxers up out of the way and grope Oliver's package.
"Stunning," he breathed out huskily as he leaned in to kiss Oliver very
passionately.

	When they broke apart, there was tenting in both their shorts,
slightly more in Oliver's case than in Tyler's, but he'd gotten more
'direct' stimulation.  As Oliver pulled his jeans back on he told Tyler to
go ahead and leave his shoes in the dressing room when they went back out
into the main bar area, that way they'd be ready when the crowd started to
arrive.  "Wait until later to take your shirt off though, tease them a
little," he advised.  Once they had their 'costumes' ready for going back
to the main bar area, Tyler pulled out one of the joints he'd gotten from
Bryan that morning and held it up as if to ask "Want to?"

	Oliver smiled and pulled out a lighter from his pants pocket,
extended his hand and thumbed the wheel to produce a flame.  Once the joint
was lit, he stepped over and flipped an electrical switch that started an
exhaust fan to suck the smoke out of the room.  Neither boy considered that
the fan vented directly into the alley behind the building rather than onto
the roof.  They had settled into one of two beanbag chairs together, and
were passing the joint back and forth when they suddenly heard voices.  And
the voices seemed to be entering the dressing room where they were getting
high.  "See, I told you I smelled dope," one of them was saying.

	"Dude, I didn't doubt you, I just didn't know how you could tell it
was coming from back here."

	"There's no other place it could be coming from, eh?" was the
response.

	Tyler was sure they were about to be busted for sure, but Oliver
didn't make any move to try to get rid of the evidence, make a break for a
get-away or anything.  Instead, he reversed the joint so that the cherry
was in his mouth and started to blow Tyler a shotgun hit.  Tyler shrugged
and leaned in to inhale the pungent smoke.  'Well, if we're busted, we're
busted,' he thought as he began to fill his lungs.

	"Oh, hey Ollie," one of the voices said a moment later, "We should
have guessed it was you back here smoking."

	Oliver pulled away from Tyler, removed the joint from his mouth and
turned.  Two blonde boys were now standing next to them.  Oliver passed the
joint to the closer of them and asked, "Are you dancing tonight?"

	The boy he'd handed the joint to gave him a nod as he drew in a big
hit.

	Tyler nudged Oliver with his elbow to remind him that he was still
there.  Oliver took the hint and introduced him to the newcomers.  "Ty,
this is Jimmy and Trevor.  Jimmy, Trevor, this is Tyler, he's a friend of
mine."

	It wasn't clear to Tyler which one was which, but he nodded toward
them and gave a slight wave of his hand as a greeting.  The two blonde boys
looked very similar in build, wore their hair just off their shoulders and
were probably around eighteen years old.  They didn't look as if they were
related though.  One of them pulled the other beanbag chair over so that it
was pressed against the one that Tyler and Ollie were already seated in,
then they both sat down in it close to each other as Ollie and Tyler had
done.  They passed the joint until it needed to be clipped, and then it
made another couple rounds before it was completely gone.

	When they had finished smoking, the two blondes got up and left,
stripping off their shirts and dropping them on a dressing table on the way
out.  Oliver turned to Tyler, telling him "Well, I guess that means they're
staying to dance tonight."

	"Are they friends of yours?" Tyler asked.

	"Not friends exactly," Oliver answered.  "I know them, yeah.  And
we do get along okay, but 'friends' isn't quite the right word I don't
think."  Oliver paused for a moment before he added "Be careful around
them, Ty.  They do a lot more than just dance here to pick up some cash
though, and sometimes that makes it hard for the rest of us."

	"What do you mean, 'do more than just dance'?" Tyler asked.

	Oliver was surprised at Tyler's apparent naivety, and chuckled
softly for a moment before answering.  "They're hustlers, Ty."

	Tyler's initial response was just a confused look, then he asked
what Oliver meant by that.

	"They have sex with guys for money, Ty."

	"You mean they're prostitutes?" Tyler exclaimed, shocked.

	"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Oliver responded.  "Sometimes
they get kicked out of here for a while when the manager catches on to what
they're doing.  He always lets them back in though, eventually.  When
they're around, it makes it harder for the guys that won't do that to make
tips, because some of the guys start to expect the um, 'extra services'."

	Tyler nodded his understanding, but didn't comment any further.  He
was glad that if some of the guys who hung out here did stuff like that, at
least his new friend, Oliver wasn't one of them.

- - -

	The crowd was building up well in The Cavern's main bar area when
Tyler and Oliver came out of the dressing room.  The music had already
started, and there were several guys dancing on the stage and the dance
floor directly in front of it.  Only a few seats were left open at the bar.
Oliver took Tyler's hand and led him off the stage and onto the main dance
floor, where they started an erotic dance, grinding against each other.  As
they danced, Tyler recognized a few of the men seated at the bar from the
night before, but Jimmy and Trevor were nowhere to be seen.  When the set
ended, the dancers all headed toward the bar.  Once again, as they made
their way through the crowd, men tucked bills into their waistbands.  There
were also a few gropes as they made their way through the crowd.  Likewise,
once they had reached the bar, the regular patrons ordered them drinks,
which they gratefully accepted and gulped down.

	Sometime during the third set of songs, Drake, the guy Tyler and
Ollie had gone home with the night before came in.  Not being able to get a
good seat at the bar, he took one of the small, round tables as close to it
as was available.  When the set ended and the dancers came back toward the
bar, Drake waved them over to his table, where he had a couple of 'Sex on
the Beach' drinks waiting for them.

	Drake asked them how they were feeling, and unlike most of the
regular patrons there, actually seemed as if he was listening to them when
they answered.  It was when Oliver had rejoined him at his table after the
fourth set, while Tyler was using the bathroom, that Oliver mentioned
Tyler's problem, about needing a place to stay.  Tyler returned to the
table just then and Oliver told Tyler that Drake had said he might be able
to help him out with a place to stay.

	Drake passed him a drink and said, "I do have that spare bedroom,
you know.  And if you need a place to stay for a while, you're welcome to
use it."

	"I don't know how much I can pay you," Tyler stammered out.  He
wished Oliver hadn't mentioned his problem of needing a place to stay while
he wasn't there, but since it seemed to have worked out so well, he was
also glad that he had.

	"That's alright, and I won't hold you to anything.  Here's my card,
you call me if you can't find something else."  Drake pulled a business
card from his wallet and handed it to Tyler.  It had his business and
cellular phone numbers printed on it; along with his name and that he was
the general manager of Wilson's Sporting Goods.  Tyler stuck the card in
his back pocket and thanked Drake for the offer.

	When it was almost time for the next set to start, Oliver pulled
Tyler up from his chair and back into the dressing room again.  While
there, they took the opportunity to take a couple hits from another joint,
but the primary purpose of the trip was to strip down to their boxers for
the remainder of the evening's dancing.  When they heard the music starting
up again a few minutes later, they put out the joint and returned to the
stage.  The spotlights the club used to light up the dancers on the stage
made everything they had very apparent through the very thin cloth of the
worn old boxers they were wearing, but neither Tyler nor Ollie was aware of
it.  Drake however took special note.  Even though he knew full well from
the night before what was beneath their shorts, there was something very
erotic about only seeing the silhouette of what was hidden there when they
were positioned, just so under the lights.

	Tyler and Oliver were naturals together on the dance floor, as if
they had been practicing together for ages rather than having just met the
day before.  Tyler was behind Oliver, and Oliver was making sure to grind
his ass back into Tyler's groin as often as he could.  This was causing
Tyler's dick to begin to thicken and produce a slight tenting effect in the
front of the boxers he was wearing.  Every so often they moved apart, and
when Tyler looked down during these occasions he saw each time that his
growing tumescence was becoming a little more apparent.  Each time after
they moved apart again, Oliver would look back over his shoulder at Tyler
and grin.

	'He's doing this on purpose, trying to get me hard,' Tyler thought.
'Well two can play that game!'

	The next time Oliver backed against him, Tyler reached around him
with both hands and forming a triangle with his thumbs and forefingers,
encircled Oliver's genitals, drawing the cloth of his boxers tight across
them.  The time after that, he put his hands down the front of Ollie's
boxers, fondling him.  This was a more effective strategy, and after a
couple of times, had achieved the desired effect.  Of course it didn't help
his excited state become any less excited, just the opposite in fact.  When
the set ended and the dancers came off the stage, Tyler's and Oliver's
shorts were both tented out nicely in the front.  Drake had managed to move
to a seat at the bar, and his eyes did not leave their mid-sections as they
walked toward him.

	Jimmy and Trevor came back into the bar in the company of an older
man, in his middle to late thirties.  He was between them and had an arm
around each one, and they were both still without their shirts, having left
them in the back room.  Tyler wasn't absolutely sure, but thought that they
had exchanged pants since they had been outside the bar.  He mentioned this
to Oliver, who agreed that they had.  "Truth be told, they probably aren't
wearing the same underwear they had on earlier either," he suggested.  At
first Tyler didn't get it, but then he remembered what Ollie had told him
about them having sex with men for money - and the man they were with was
probably a 'customer.'

	Jimmy and Trevor split apart from the man, going to talk to some of
the other youths who had been dancing that evening.  The man they'd been
with approached the bar and took a seat near where Tyler and Oliver were
sitting with Drake, giving them an appraising look as he did.  Tyler
glanced over in his direction a couple times, and each time he did, he saw
that the man was staring at him and Ollie.

	Tyler saw the DJ heading back toward the sound booth, and knew that
this was going to be their cue to return to the stage.  He and Ollie downed
the last of their drinks and headed back toward the stage, arm in arm.  As
they walked, Tyler leaned into Oliver and quietly told him that the man who
had been with Jimmy and Trevor had been staring at them when he came back
to the bar.

	"That's okay," Ollie replied.  "Maybe he'll be a good tipper."

	"But he seems so creepy," Tyler retorted.

	"That's okay," Ollie laughed.  "We aren't going to do anything with
him; not like Trevor and Jimmy probably did."

	Once back on the stage, Tyler and Oliver danced facing each other
now, and grinding their middles together, with entirely predictable
results.  Jimmy and Trevor had joined the group on the stage and were doing
a sort of a strip-tease as they danced; alternating removing pieces of the
other's clothing one at a time.  They were definitely attracting the
attention of the audience with their erotic display.

	When they finally pulled each other's jeans off, they were wearing
only thongs - and that brought cheers from the audience.  Jimmy's was a red
glossy fabric that glowed when the spotlights hit it; Trevor's was black
leather with silver studs around the crotch.  Once they were down to
nothing but the thongs and their socks, Jimmy and Trevor started turning
the backs toward the audience even more.  It was clear that they were
trying to attract more 'business.'

	Tyler and Oliver returned to the bar for the next break, and were
greeted with shots of some light brown liquor from 'the creepy guy' as
Tyler thought of him.  Oliver didn't seem bothered by it, so Tyler went
along with him in accepting the drink.  They downed them quickly, and there
was a harsh bite to it that made Tyler gag slightly.  "What was that?" he
asked, shaking his head, trying to erase the effect the drink had on him.

	"Sicilian Freebird," the man replied in an accent that made it
clear that he wasn't a local, but was probably from somewhere in the
southwest United States.  "It's Jack Daniels with a little bit of Amaretto
to help with the bite."  As he said this, he tucked a bill into the
waistbands of both their boxers.

	"That was awful," Tyler exclaimed just before Oliver's mouth closed
over his in a passionate kiss.  When their lips parted, there was actually
some cheering from the onlookers who were standing close by.

	"Don't bitch," Oliver whispered in Tyler's ear.  "The dude just
stuck twenty bucks in each of our pants."  Tyler looked down and saw hat it
was true - there was a $20 U.S. note sticking out of both their shorts.

	Tyler was about to reply when Trevor pulled them away and took them
a few seats down the bar so they would be out of earshot of 'the creepy
guy.'  "Be careful of that one," he warned.  "His idea of love is a big
black bruise and a handful of hair."  Then he quickly moved away to where
his friend Jimmy was talking with a man at a nearby table.

	When they turned back toward where they had been standing a moment
before, they saw that the man had pulled over one of the other boys, one
with an Emo look very similar to Tyler's, who was wearing just a pair of
light blue briefs with red trim.  Tyler had noticed him there earlier, but
he seemed to be on his own and didn't have a specific partner to dance
with.

- - -

	When Tyler and Oliver returned to the house where Oliver lived with
Frank that night, the house was dark.  Frank's car was in the driveway, so
Oliver told Tyler that they had to be sure to be quiet when they went in.
Try as they might though, between the pot they had smoked and the alcohol
they had consumed, the boys couldn't help but bump into each other, walls
and furniture as they made their way to Oliver's room.  This caused a bit
of inebriated laughter to erupt from both boys, followed by Oliver shushing
Tyler as if he hadn't been laughing as well.

	"Hey!  I wasn't the only one laughing, you were too!" Tyler
exclaimed, more loudly than he had meant to.

	As they made their way down the hallway to Oliver's room, Frank
opened his door, clad only in boxer shorts.  "Would you two kindly keep the
noise down please?" he asked, annoyed.  "I need to sleep; I have to be up
early to open the store."

	"Sorry," Oliver mumbled as the boys staggered past and entered his
room.

	Oliver closed the door behind them and both boys flopped down on
his bed.

	"He seemed pretty pissed," Tyler commented.

	"Yeah, but he'll get over it," Oliver whispered into his ear.

- - -

	Tyler and Oliver woke the next morning at almost the same instant.
Both were still fully clothed, exactly as they were when they collapsed
onto Oliver's bed when they got back in the wee hours of the morning.
After they showered, they went to the kitchen for some breakfast, Oliver in
a pair of white briefs and Tyler in boxers.  Oliver fixed them each a bowl
of Cheerios and they ate in silence.  When they were finished eating, Tyler
pulled out a joint and held up to Oliver as if to ask 'Do you want to?"

	Oliver nodded and motioned for Tyler to follow him out onto the
back patio.  The back yard was a beautiful garden, made completely secluded
by the high hedges and lush vegetation.  "Frank would freak if I smoked in
the house.  He's sort of a Nazi about weed and shit," he explained.

	"What do you mean?" Tyler asked.

	"He's really serious about not wanting any drugs around here.  It's
probably about the only thing he'd really throw me out for.  So I really
have to make sure he doesn't find out if I smoke or anything.  He's okay
with me drinking though - says that's because booze isn't illegal to have
around."

	"That's cool," Tyler replied.  "I don't mind, and it is a really
nice day anyway, and this yard is so cool.  It's like being in the Garden
of Eden or something.  Besides, I kind of like the feeling of being
outside, nearly naked like this."

	"Yeah, Frank really takes his gardening seriously," Oliver told
him.  "I'm sort of surprised he's running his shop this weekend, he
normally spends all his time out here on the weekends doing the gardening.
Sometimes I help him with it, it's kind of relaxing, and kind of fun
really."

	They sat back on the lush, green grass of the backyard and passed
the joint back and forth, each inhaling deeply in turns, holding in the
smoke as long as they could before breathing it out.  As they did, Oliver
reached out and stroked Tyler's thigh.  Tyler enjoyed the feeling of
Oliver's finger tips tracing their way up and down his leg and opened them
farther apart as a way of inviting Ollie to continue.

	Oliver let his fingers run farther and farther up Tyler's leg -
finally starting to push the leg of Tyler's boxers up.  Tyler snuffed out
the half-smoked joint and lay back in the cool grass as Oliver continued
his erotic touching.  He reached into the leg-hole of Tyler's boxers,
pulling out Tyler's half-hard penis.  He cupped Tyler's balls in the palm
of his hand and admired the thickening shaft above them.  The soft, smooth
skin of Tyler's scrotum felt so wonderful to him, resting in his hand.  He
wished that Tyler could stay here with him, but Frank had made it clear
that he wasn't willing to take in any more boarders, even though he
relented and agreed to let Oliver have Tyler stay over last night.

	Tyler, for his part was also wishing their time together wouldn't
ever have to end.  He had managed to find a place that he could go to so
that at least he wouldn't be sleeping out on the streets at least.  He
hoped that Drake wouldn't back out of the offer he'd made the night before.
There was no way he thought he could go back to his parent's home after the
fight he'd had with his father the day before.  This thought was
interrupted when Oliver started to tug at the waistband of his boxers.

	He was now completely naked in the backyard garden, a cool breeze
blew over his body, reminding him of the time he, Andy Christian and Rob
had gone skinny-dipping at the lake near where they lived.  This time he
didn't need to concern himself with getting hard though, and Oliver was
doing his best to make sure that he did just that.

	Oliver had pushed his briefs down his legs and kicked them away.
He rolled over on top of Tyler, bringing a hand to the back of Tyler's head
and leaning in for a kiss.  Tyler immediately opened his mouth and probed
in Oliver's mouth with his tongue.  Two stiff, fleshy poles were squished
together between them now - and both boys felt the slippery wetness of
pre-cum on their bellies.  It seemed horrible to break the moment, but
Tyler didn't think he could take Oliver's dick dry, and he wanted it inside
him so badly - he had to do it - he had to ask, so when they broke apart
from the kiss he asked, "Ollie, have you got any lube?  I really want you
in me, but I don't think I can do it without something to help you get in
easier."

	"Yes babe, I think I've got just the stuff," Oliver breathed out
huskily.  Then he got up and trotted back toward the house.  As Tyler
watched the cute backside of his friend as he made his way back indoors, he
was once again reminded of the day at the lake with his friends.  Things
seemed so much simpler then, and at the same time more complicated since he
had to hide his sexual feelings and arousal from them.  He was happy that
he was here with Oliver now - there was no need to pretend that he was
someone he wasn't.  Tyler lay back in the grass and closed his eyes, his
arms and legs splayed out, enjoying the warm sun on his skin.

	Oliver returned a few moments later, and hearing him approach,
Tyler opened his eyes and pushed himself up onto his elbows.  The slender
brunette boy was grinning ear to ear as he walked across the grass.  He was
still completely erect, and Tyler admired the little patch of light brown
hair that formed a small triangular patch at the base of his shaft.  Tyler
noticed that there was something in each hand as Oliver stopped next to him
and knelt.  In one hand there was a tube of KY lubricant, and in the
other...  The other hand held a small brown bottle that reminded Tyler of
another experience from his past - his experiences with Corey.  It was a
bottle of Amyl Nitrate.

	Oliver handed him the bottle and asked "Have you ever used this
stuff before?"

	Tyler smiled and nodded that he had as he extended his hand to
accept the poppers from his friend.

	Oliver flipped open the cap on the tube of KY and squirted a glob
out onto his fingers.  Tyler flipped over and raised his butt into the air,
allowing Oliver access to work the gel into his hole.  While Oliver was
working on getting him ready, Tyler uncapped the little brown bottle and
inhaled deeply from its contents.  The nearly forgotten rush came back to
him in an instant, and he felt his cock jerk in anticipation of what was
soon to come.

	Oliver moved behind him, positioning himself.  This wasn't the way
Tyler wanted it though.  He told Oliver to wait, took another deep breath
of the poppers and rolled over onto his back once more.  Tyler drew his
legs up, hooking his arms behind his knees and drawing them up onto his
chest.  He wanted to be facing Oliver as he gave himself to his friend.  He
was glad that he did, as the look of pleasure on Oliver's face as he slid
inside was something that etched into Tyler's mind, to be stored there for
all time, just as Oliver would remember the gasp of delight that Tyler let
out once he had sunk all the way inside.

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