Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 17:27:17 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Emo Boi Finds Love 04

	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 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, specifically Sean,
who suggested some very good things for this and an upcoming chapter.  I
really appreciate having heard from all of you.

	This story contains graphic depictions of sex between teen males,
so if you're some sort of puritan or prude, you ought not to be at this
site to begin with, and you certainly shouldn't read any farther into this
text.  Likewise, if you aren't old enough to read this filth wherever you
happen to be - Shoo, go away.

	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
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Emo Boi Finds Love Chapter Four

	Tyler awoke early the next morning.  There was only a faint hint of
sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtains in Corey's room.  He
smiled as he realized that he was snuggled up closely with Corey, his
boyfriend.  He found the feeling of waking up while naked and cuddled up
with the boy he loved such an amazing thing; warm as well as reassuring.
There was also some pain though.  He felt a light twinge where Corey had
cut him on his shoulder to suck his blood while they made love the night
before.  Needless to say, there was also some soreness in his behind where
Corey's dick had invaded him for the first time.

	He thought about it for just a fraction of a second before deciding
that the soreness he felt back there was worth it.  He had really loved the
feeling of Corey's dick driving into him the previous evening.  'I guess
that's it,' he thought, 'I suppose I'm a bottom boy."  He felt a real need
to sit on the toilet then, so reluctantly he pried himself out of Corey's
embrace and padded off to the bathroom.  He had to leave Corey's bedroom
and cross the recreation room in the house's basement to get to the
bathroom.  He wasn't self-conscious about walking through the lower level
of the house naked - he knew that he was alone in the house with Corey, but
even so, Corey's parents rarely came downstairs even when they were home.
He wasn't used to all the curtains being open like they were this morning
though.  There wasn't any way that anyone could see him, as the back of
Corey's house faced into woods, but Tyler still held his hands modestly
over his crotch as he crossed the room.

	Tyler was surprised at the mess he expelled into the toilet a mere
second after sitting down and letting go of his anal muscles.  'Well, as
they say - what goes up must come down,' he thought as he looked down
between his legs at the floating yellowish fluid that Corey had deposited
inside his ass.  Sort of crude, but that's what went through his mind.
After he finished on the toilet, Tyler decided that since he was up, and in
the bathroom anyway, he might as well go ahead and have a shower, figuring
that he would feel better after he cleaned himself up.

	Tyler did feel a lot better - or more like refreshed - after he
showered.  He came back out of the bathroom and returned to Corey's bedroom
with the damp towel he had used to dry himself after his shower wrapped
around his waist.  In the dim morning light filtering in through Corey's
bedroom curtains, he could see Corey lying on his back in the bed, still
happily unconscious.  His arms and legs were splayed out across the bed,
and the covers kicked off.

      Tyler briefly admired his lover's body before pulling the covers back
up over Corey so he would stay warm.  Then he dropped the damp towel from
around his waist and left it on the floor of Corey's bedroom as he went
upstairs to fix them breakfast.  He was famished, and he was sure Corey
would be too when he got up.

- - -

	Corey woke about half an hour later, with the smell of bacon frying
wafting down to his bedroom from the kitchen, which was located almost
directly above his room.  Gradually he stirred and got out of bed.  His
morning hard-on led the way as he went across the basement to the bathroom
to relieve himself and take a quick shower.  Corey walked back across the
large recreation room naked, as he was used to doing.  The curtains that
hung by the large windows and sliding glass doors were pulled open and he
stopped for a moment to stretch and brush his long bangs out of his eyes as
he enjoyed the view down the hill behind his home.  The property his
parents owned wasn't extensive, but the back lot was wooded and secluded
enough so Corey knew no one would see him as he walked by the glass in his
birthday suit.

	Corey pulled on a skimpy pair of blue briefs and track shorts
before heading upstairs to the kitchen.  Tyler had just finished cooking up
a big stack of pancakes, which he put on a platter and set down on the
table just as Corey came in.  Even as long as they had been together, first
as friends and now as boyfriends, Corey hadn't realized that Tyler was
actually a very good cook.  What really surprised Corey though was that
Tyler was wearing nothing but one of his mother's aprons as he moved around
the kitchen.  Of course he didn't object, as every time Tyler turned away
from him, Corey got a nice view of Tyler's smooth, tight little butt where
the apron didn't quite cover it.  And when Tyler faced him, he got a great
view of that smooth, flawless chest.

	When they were finished eating, Corey helped Tyler clean up the
dirty dishes and get them into the dishwasher.  Tyler was bent over,
putting the last of the dishes into the bottom rack when Corey's arms
slipped around his waist, beneath the apron.  As Corey pressed up against
him and laced his fingers together over his lower belly, Tyler realized
that Corey was now naked, his semi-hard penis rubbing against him.

	Corey's mouth worked up, starting at Tyler's shoulder, moving up
his neck until it reached his ear, planting gentle little kisses as he
went.  Once at Tyler's ear, Corey gave a little nibble and whispered, "You
have the cutest little butt, you know that?"

	Tyler turned his head so that he could give Corey a quick kiss on
the lips and said, "I'll bet you say that to all the boys."

	"Only the cute ones," Corey laughed, tightening his grip around
Tyler momentarily.  Then he backed away slightly and released his grip.
Corey pulled loose the knot holding the drawstring on the apron, allowing
it to fall free, landing at Tyler's feet.  Tyler turned to face Corey, and
the boys put their arms around each other's waists.  Corey leaned forward,
planting a little kiss on Tyler's forehead before he backed away slightly.
He raised a hand and ran his index finger over Tyler's lips.  "I love the
way you always look...  sort of like you're pouting."

	Tyler frowned a little at that comment, but he knew it was true.
The fullness of his lips did always make it seem as if he had a pouting
expression, even when he was smiling.  Truth be told, it was one of the
things that made everyone who knew him tend to fall in love with him.
Yeah, it was one of his features that made him very cute indeed.

	Almost before he knew it, Corey was moving him back toward the
kitchen table where they had just finished clearing away their breakfast
dishes.  Then Tyler found himself lying on his back on the table.  Corey
was raising his legs so that Tyler's ankles were over his shoulders.  Corey
looked down at him, a look in his eyes as if to say 'Do you want to do
this?'

	Tyler didn't answer; he just raised his butt a little from the
table and used both his legs and Corey's shoulders to lever himself toward
the edge of the table so that his butt was hanging just over the edge.  As
Corey started to push into him, Tyler found it very uncomfortable.  He
wriggled a little and moaned a bit at the sharp pain.  The only lubrication
at his hole was the bit of pre-cum from Corey's dick, and it wasn't enough.
Tyler gasped and pulled away from Corey, it wasn't going to work like this.

	Corey was impatient with lust.  He glanced around the room very
quickly, and spotted something on the surface next to them that would help
- the squeeze bottle of fake butter they had used just a few minutes before
to season their pancakes.  He leaned forward to grab it, causing Tyler to
flinch, thinking that Corey was going to continue the assault into his butt
without any further lubricant.  Then he saw Corey holding the little yellow
squeeze bottle, forcing some of the 'butter' out onto his fingers.  He
rubbed it onto his throbbing cock first, then squeezed a little more out
and rubbed it into Tyler's crack - finding his hole and working it in there
as well.  Corey probed in with one, then two fingers, smearing the
semi-liquid goop into Tyler's hole.

	This second time was good, though it was different for Tyler.
There wasn't the high he felt the previous evening as Corey used the popper
bottle to numb his mind, and there wasn't the discomfort he had felt a few
moments before when Corey tried to make the nearly dry penetration into
him.  But Tyler did find himself enjoying the feeling, as Corey had used
the slippery substance to work his fingers into his hole.

	When they were finished, Tyler reflected on some of the differences
between what they had just done and what they had done the night before.
To begin with, his mind had been clear throughout the entire episode, and
there was no feeling of euphoria that the poppers had brought on.  There
was a definite euphoric feeling as they made love on the kitchen table,
though it was a completely different sort.  Then there was lying on his
back on the table with his legs up over Corey's shoulders instead of face
down on Corey's bed.  It had done exciting new things to his rectum, where
he guessed that his prostate had been stimulated in a different way.  Most
importantly, there wasn't any cutting this time.  That had been the bit
that had bothered Tyler, but he decided to let it pass since it hadn't
really hurt him and Corey had seemed to enjoy it so much.

- - -

	Tyler and Corey continued to have sex regularly over the next
couple months.  They did it pretty much every time they had the chance.
Tyler enjoyed the relationship they were having, but he was starting to
feel that it was rather one-sided.  He had always been the bottom for
Corey, but never the top since they had progressed to anal sex.  Corey was
still sucking his dick before he used Tyler's hole, but he had also started
making little cuts with a razor blade just above Tyler's hips so that he
was also able to suck Tyler's blood, going back and forth between that and
working on his cock.

	None of the cuts seemed like they would leave a permanent mark on
him, but it still bothered Tyler that Corey had to do this for him to
really get off.  Yes, increasingly it seemed more and more that unless
Corey sucked some of his blood from these cuts that Corey was barely even
able to maintain his erection.  Tyler did not know what fetishism was, but
he knew that Corey's sex rituals were making him more and more
uncomfortable, and he was also coming to realize that Corey seemed to need
him more as an object than as a lover.

	As much as Tyler wanted to find true love, and as much as he wanted
to make his boyfriend happy, he found himself believing more and more that
this wasn't it, that this wasn't really the path to find happiness for
Tyler, for himself.  He had to finally tell Corey about his feelings, and
finally, one afternoon he did.

	They were lying together in Corey's bed.  Corey had, as usual made
a couple tiny cuts just above Tyler's hips - just enough so that he was
able to draw blood to suck on when he would bring his head up from Tyler's
dick.  There was even once that he thought about trying to make a tiny cut
at the tip of Tyler's dick so that he could have the two things he wanted
at the same time, but he never did take things that far.  He knew Tyler
wasn't really into the cutting thing, and was only letting him do it
because he liked it.  Even though Corey knew this, he still wasn't able to
feel any guilt or remorse about it, his needs and desires were being
satisfied, and that was all that truly mattered to him.

	Right after Tyler achieved his orgasm in Corey's mouth; Corey
pulled himself back up to share a kiss with his increasingly distant
boyfriend.  "What is it that's wrong Ty?" he asked just as soon as they
broke their kiss.  He was able to tell that there was something wrong.  He
knew that they were growing apart; he'd been able to sense it.  And now,
finally he was asking what was wrong.  It was too little, too late though.

	As usual, it was a Friday night, and it was late.  Tyler had snuck
out of his house to visit Corey.  He normally stayed later, but tonight his
heart wasn't in it.  He was pulling his pants back on as Corey tried to get
him to come back into the bed with him.  Corey actually tried to pull him
back into the bed, but Tyler resisted.

	"I'm leaving," Tyler told him as he pulled away.  "I'm going home.
I really just have to go, and I really don't think we should do this
anymore..."  His statement trailed off as he turned to leave.

- - -

	Corey wasn't used to Tyler resisting anything he wanted to do, but
somehow he managed to accept it this time.  He was sure at first that Tyler
would be back.  Corey thought back to the way Tyler, Ty would ride him
sometimes, preferring that he lay on his back while Ty got above him,
lowering himself onto Corey's long, skinny spike with his back toward him.
Then Tyler would look back, enjoying the expression on Corey's face as he
watched his dick going into Ty's tight little ass.

	Tyler had asked a couple times to let him be the top, but Corey
hadn't let him do it.  Now Corey wondered just briefly if he should have
let him, at least just once.  Now his boyfriend had left him, broken up
with him.  That was what those last words Tyler had said meant to him now,
after a moment of reflection... "We shouldn't do this anymore..."

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