Emo Boi Finds Love
Chapter Four
by Terrance MacDonald
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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