Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2007 23:38:15 -0600 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Emo Boi Finds Love 03 I would like to extend my grateful thanks to my friend Mike Arram for continuing to allow me to bounce ideas off him and providing many helpful suggestions as well as the encouragement that has actually gotten me this far with the stories I have written. I would also like to thank all the readers who have written with comments. I really appreciate having heard from all of you. Additionally, Dave is back on the editing and proofing team as his time permits and special thanks to Johan for some technical advice. 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 at all. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to read this filth wherever you happen, to be, shoo, go away. NOTE: You are cautioned at this point that some of the sexual situations in this chapter will be a little more graphic, and will include the use of poppers and minor cutting (or as one person I know so eloquently put it, 'vampire sex') between the participants. If this makes you squeamish or uncomfortable, you should read no further. 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. 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 Three Tyler did give Corey a blow job that day, and when Corey warned him that he was about to shoot he did keep Corey's dick in his mouth, allowing it to be flooded with his spunk. He didn't want to swallow at first, it was his intention to simply examine the flavor and texture of the fluid in his mouth then spit it out. There was too much there for that though, and his choices were limited to gag, spit or swallow. He chose the latter only slightly before he gagged, but held some in his mouth while he considered what it was like. Corey had told him the truth. It wasn't slimy at all, and the taste was slightly sweet and salty at the same time. Although Corey didn't know it yet; his plan had worked out better than he had ever hoped. Tyler was hooked; he had made his mind up then and there that he would do this again, and he did - they both did. Over the course of the next year and a half Tyler and Corey had many more similar encounters. They didn't let the true nature of their relationship become known to their family or friends, but the relationship had developed to the point where they considered themselves to be boyfriends. They had not moved on past pretty standard oral sex in any of their many encounters, but that was soon to change. Once again, it was Corey's plan, but he was pretty sure Tyler would go along with what he was going to do with little or no argument. Corey had been chatting on some of the Emo sites on the internet and had gotten some ideas for an upcoming sleepover he and Tyler were going to have; things that he thought sounded very interesting indeed, things that would broaden their sexual horizons. This weekend was going to present a few more opportunities for the two boys than they were accustomed to. It was a bank holiday and Corey's parents were going to be away visiting relatives. Corey's parents didn't see any problem leaving the boys alone for the long weekend; rather they thought it would be nice for Corey to have the company of his friend being there with him. Tyler's parents wouldn't have approved though, so the boys conveniently forgot to mention to them that Corey's parents weren't going to be home. Friday morning, Tyler packed some clothes for the weekend in his backpack and headed off for school. The plan was for him to go directly to Corey's house after school that day, but on the way Corey told Tyler that he needed to stop by the arcade to see someone for a moment. When they went inside, Tyler waited while Corey went into the back with the attendant. What Tyler didn't know was that Corey was getting the last few things he needed for his plans for their weekend together from the nineteen year old who worked afternoons at the arcade. When Corey came out of the back with the arcade attendant, they both had rather goofy grins on their flushed, red faces. Tyler noticed this, and thought it was a little odd, almost as if they were high on something, but by the time Corey reached him he seemed normal enough, so Tyler just shrugged it off as probably just being his imagination. After they left the arcade, Corey and Tyler hurried, nearly skipping to Corey's house. They had to work hard to resist the impulse to hold hands as they went, but they did resist, somehow. When they reached Corey's empty house and got inside they embraced and kissed fully on the lips as soon as the door was closed behind them. As soon as they broke their embrace, Corey flipped the dead-bolt lock shut and the two boys shed their clothes. They were alone together and Tyler could sense as much as Corey that there were no limits now. As they made their way down the stairs to Corey's bedroom, they left their clothes scattered on the floor of the house. By the time they made it across the downstairs recreation room and into Corey's bedroom all they had on was their socks. Tyler noticed that Corey had taken a small brown bottle from the pocket of his jeans before he kicked them off at the bottom of the stairs, and was carrying it with him into the bedroom. When Corey set the bottle on his nightstand and started to peel off his socks, Tyler picked it up and looked at it. The label read Amyl Nitrate. "What's this?" he asked Corey. "Poppers," Corey told him. "That's what I got from Bryan when we stopped at the arcade. It's supposed to make sex SO much more intense." "Hmph," Tyler breathed out. "Yeah, I heard he was a dope dealer." "It's not dope, and you don't have to try it if you don't want to," Corey told him. "I've looked it up on the 'net though, and it's really supposed to make sex great. I'm gonna try it..." What Corey was really trying to do was convince Tyler to try it with him. He had done a hit with Bryan in the back room of the arcade and had found that he really liked the rush and feeling of euphoria it gave him. He was already in a heightened state of lust for Tyler, but the lowered inhibitions he had felt after snorting a big whiff of the foul smelling liquid tempted him to make a grab for Bryan's crotch. He didn't know how the older straight boy would react to that, but he didn't think the result would have been favorable for him. Besides, he had his boyfriend waiting for him and he really wanted to see what this stuff was like once they got to his house and into bed. Corey and Tyler hadn't talked about progressing to full-fledged anal sex yet, but Corey knew he was ready to move on to that next step in their sexual relationship, and it was his intent to take a step toward that this weekend. There was something else Corey intended to try this weekend as well, something he thought the poppers would help with, and the possibility that Tyler might object to that bothered him more than what Tyler might say to the poppers. Tyler shrugged, set the little bottle back down on the nightstand and then peeled off his socks before jumping onto the bed, pulling Corey with him to the middle of the mattress. The boys scrambled around on the bed, kissing and groping each other until Tyler grasped Corey's butt firmly, one cheek in each hand and slid down Corey's body, licking and kissing lightly as he went. When he felt the tip of Corey's hard spike touch the bottom of his chin, Tyler lifted his head up just enough so that he could run his tongue down the exposed underside of the shaft. Corey moaned in appreciation as Tyler lifted his stiff member and took it into his mouth. Tyler had learned over the last year and a half how to best please his boyfriend with his mouth. Tyler was a boy who liked to please those he loved where he could. He sucked slowly up and down the shaft, twisting his head back and forth in a corkscrew like motion. At the point where Tyler would normally speed up to bring Corey to his climax, Corey reached down, and placing his hands on the side of Tyler's head, pulled him back up until once again they were face to face. Corey drew Tyler into a kiss, and when they broke apart, Corey looked up at Tyler, his hands still on the sides of Tyler's face. "You trust me, don't you?" Corey asked him. "Of course I do, you know that." Tyler did trust his lover; he really believed that he loved Corey. "I want us to try something," Corey told him with a hesitant smile. Then he slipped out from beneath Tyler, leaving him lying on his stomach. Corey rolled over, grabbed the little bottle of Amyl Nitrate from the nightstand and slid the drawer open a couple inches before rolling back over and straddling Tyler's back. Corey uncapped the bottle and leaned forward to drop the cap back onto the nightstand. Then he lifted the vial to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then Corey reached around and put the vial in front of Tyler. "What's this?" Tyler said, puzzled now. "Breathe in through your nose," Corey told him. "Just let the feeling envelop you, you're going to love this." "I don't do drugs, Corey. You know that." "It's not drugs, honest. It's just this stuff that gay guys sniff to make the sex better. Go on. Try it. It won't hurt you." Corey snorted a hit. The rush was immediate, and he settled down onto Tyler's back, nestling in. Tyler spread his legs apart so that Corey could settle between them. Tyler could feel Corey's dick pressed into the crack of his ass. It had been there before, sort of like this. They had humped each other's cracks, but with never with any penetration. Tyler thought this was going to be the same as before, but that wasn't Corey's plan. Tyler trusted Corey, so after a pause he did what was had been asked of him. He accepted the vial when it was offered to him, holding it directly below his nose and inhaling deeply as he had been instructed. Once he had, Corey moved the little bottle away from him. Tyler's first thought was that the smell was disgusting. It reminded him of the way the locker room at their high school smelled, sort of like dirty gym socks. Then the rush hit him - a feeling of warmth ran throughout his body, and he spread his legs a little wider, pushing his butt up into Corey, enjoying the feeling of the hard shaft rubbing in his crack. Tyler felt Corey moving on top of him, but didn't pay attention to what he was doing. All he paid attention to was the warm comfortable feelings inside and out of his body; all his nerve ends were tingling. He felt every move Corey made magnified hundreds of times. He felt Corey lift up a little, then there was something cool probing at him, as if trying to enter his butt, working to get into that most private place of his. The euphoric feelings of the Amyl Nitrate fumes had diminished all Tyler's inhibitions, so he pushed back against it. Corey's lubricated finger slipped slightly inside him as he did. He felt Corey's finger wiggle around inside him, then a feeling of emptiness as it briefly left him. Corey's finger returned a moment later to spread more lube in and around Tyler's opening. It was like nothing he had ever felt as Corey finally slipped another finger inside him, working in a scissor motion to open him up. Then, once again Tyler was empty. The rush and warmth of the high had left him as well. There was more movement from Corey, and then the popper bottle appeared in front of him again. Tyler inhaled deeply, wanting the feelings to return. This time after Corey had taken a hit from the bottle, he handed it to Tyler. "Don't hit it again until the feeling fades," he cautioned. "You can only do it about four or five times before it will make you go all limp." Tyler placed the little bottle on a shelf that was built into the headboard and responded only by pushing his butt up toward Corey. Whether that was his intent or not, Corey took that as a sign that Tyler was ready for him to take the next step. That was exactly what Tyler wanted. Corey held his stiff shaft down, guiding it toward Tyler's opening, glistening with lubricant and seemingly waiting for him, winking at him as it pulsed. As the tip of Corey's dick first made contact with him, Tyler was expecting fingers once more. When the tip of Corey's circumcised penis slipped past his anal ring, Tyler realized that it wasn't fingers this time. This was larger, bigger around and throbbing. He pressed back against it, willing it to enter him and fill him completely. Tyler felt Corey's pubes come to rest on his ass as Corey bottomed out. Once Corey was completely inside Tyler, he stayed in that position for a moment. His ass pulsed with pain at Corey's intrusion, and that reacted weirdly with the popper hit. As a result, Tyler missed the significance of the next thing that happened. He felt a slight pain at his left shoulder similar to a paper cut, then a few seconds later, Corey's mouth covering the spot where the pain had been. It wasn't kissing that Corey was doing though, it was more like sucking. Then Corey started moving inside him... The feeling for Tyler was ultimate ecstasy as Corey's stiff flesh rubbed his insides, brushing against his prostate. He was surprised. The popper rush had taken away any pain that he might have felt from his first anal intrusion. All he wanted was for the sensations to continue. Only the stinging on his shoulder bothered him. "Hold the bottle up for me," Corey hissed out as he arched his back and began to pump harder and faster in and out of Tyler. As Tyler did this, he noticed a slight trickle of blood running down from his left shoulder. He realized now that the stinging sensation he had felt on his shoulder must be the cause of this - but how had it happened? Tyler didn't stop to think about that. After Corey had taken his hit, Tyler took another before returning the bottle to the shelf. Corey was really speeding up now, hammering in and out of him. The motion of the boy's sexual activity was rocking them back and forth on the queen-sized waterbed that had recently replaced Corey's old box spring and mattress, causing the water inside to slosh beneath them like a wave machine at Wonderland, their favorite amusement park. Tyler's orgasm started before Corey's. He was surprised that he could cum without even touching his dick. The feelings of Corey's rapid pounding at his backside and his dick rubbing between his stomach and the soft satiny sheets on Corey's bed had sent him over the edge though. About thirty seconds later, there was another feeling of warmth inside him as Corey's juices filled him. He was surprised that he could feel the fluid pumping into him, and once again Tyler was hooked. He loved the feeling and vowed that he would do this again. - - - As Tyler and Corey lay in bed together in their post-coital bliss, Tyler asked about the blood on his shoulder. Corey reached up onto the shelf on the headboard above them and produced a single edged razor blade. "I wanted to taste your blood," he explained. "You're weird," Tyler told him. "Yeah, but you love me anyway. And you trust me." "Yes, I do..." Then they kissed and slept. * * * 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.