As always, I would like to extend my grateful thanks to my friend and editor, 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.
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.
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.
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Emo Boi Finds Love
My duckling is a very sweet and sensitive boy. The truth is he wears his heart on his sleeve, as the old saying goes. You wouldn't necessarily know this just by looking at him, you have to get to know him. When I first met my duckling, he was in a bad relationship, although he was denying it to himself and others at the time. To tell the truth, he thought he was in a relationship that would last him a lifetime. He soon found that wasn't to be. The boy he was seeing at the time was being very emotionally abusive to him, even though neither of them seemed to be able to see it at the time. This wasn't the first abusive relationship he'd been in though. Eventually they both figured it out, and even though the split was not a clean, painless break. It was for the best for everyone involved.
The situations you will read from here on are mainly fantasy, pure fiction and nothing more, but there are elements of truth thrown in here and there. Most of the people you will read about are real, but the names (and in some cases physical descriptions) have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty).
Chapter One
It was when he was fourteen years old that Tyler had his first sexual experience. It was with his friend, Corey. They weren't what you could really call boyfriends - not yet, but it was a really big step in their relationship which would lead to them being boyfriends, at least for a while. It was going to lead to more though, much more. But let's not get to ahead of ourselves - there's so much more to tell before we get to that point.
Tyler lived in a medium-sized city not far from a large lake in southern Canada with his parents. He was an only child. His home was close enough to the lake that he and his friends could ride their bicycles there, which they did often the summer after he had turned fourteen. Tyler had straight, black, shiny hair that he kept in a typical skater type cut, long bangs in the front that swept across his forehead. His eyes were a beautiful light brown color. His skin was normally fairly pale, but during the summer months he tanned nicely. At fourteen, Tyler stood 5'-4" tall, with a nicely toned, slim body.
One afternoon at the lake in a rather secluded spot by the lake, Andy, one of Tyler's friends suggested that they go skinny-dipping. It was just the four boys there together, no signs of anyone else nearby. After a couple moments of hesitation, Tyler and the other two boys shrugged and agreed with Andy's suggestion. They stripped off at the edge of the woods, just barely out on the narrow trip of sand that bordered the lake.
Tyler had noticed boys' bodies before this, and he knew what he liked. Sure, he had plenty of girl friends, but that's all they were - friends who happened to be girls. He wasn't interested in them in a sexual way. Sexual interest for Tyler was reserved solely for other boys. That's right; Tyler liked boys in a sexual way, and he was coming to admit it to himself. As he followed his three friends into the cold water of the lake he admired the back sides of their bodies, the small butts at the base of the furrow of the spine, flanked by the sharp points of the shoulder blades. The view always set him off.
Andy was blonde with brown eyes, also 5'-4" tall with a similar haircut to Tyler's. In fact, except for their hair color and the fact that Andy wore braces, they were sometimes mistaken for twins. Maybe because of that, Tyler had always had a special thing for him.
Christian had wavy brown hair and piercing green eyes. He was 5'-3"tall, and had a slimmer build than Tyler and Andy, bordering on, but not quite skinny.
Rob was a little shorter, measuring in at 5'-2" tall. He had brown hair and blue eyes. Rob's birthday was later in the year than the other three boys, so he had not yet turned fourteen. It was for this reason that he was also a grade behind his friends in school. Rob's build was a little on the heavier side than his friends as he still had a little baby fat around his middle. He had a tight, cute little butt though.
Tyler was glad that he hit the water when he did, as he was feeling his dick starting to fill out. He didn't want his friends to know that he liked not only them, but their bodies. He was worried how they might react if they found out. The four friends swam, splashed and played in the cold water, only coming out onto the sandy bank occasionally. Fortunately, Tyler's dick stayed under control the rest of the afternoon.
But those three friends apart and desirable as they were, it was Corey who really lit Tyler's fire. Like Andy, Corey had a close resemblance to Tyler. His hair was also as black as coal, but it was that way because he dyed it. Naturally it would have been a light brown color. Like Andy, he wore it in a similar style to Tyler, a sort of skater cut with long bangs that swept across his forehead. His eyes were a light hazel color. Corey stood 5'-4" tall and had a slender, almost skinny build. His manner of dress was similar to what Tyler liked to wear - low-rise, hip-hugger style jeans, muscle t-shirts and a little punk-style jewelry.
Tyler had known Corey for a long time - a couple years. At fourteen years old that seemed like nearly forever to them. They lived nearby each other, close enough that their parents would let them ride their bikes to the other's house to play even back when they had first become friends when they were in grade school together. Now they were in junior high, and were still riding their bikes over to each other's homes. The way they 'played' was about to take on a whole new meaning. Both Tyler and Corey had noticed the other looking at them in a whole new way lately. Then one weekend they figured it out. They were having a sleep-over at Corey's house, and were playing video games in the basement recreation room which Corey's bedroom was adjacent to when Tyler brought up the looks for the first time.
"Corey, I've been wondering about something," he began. "You've been looking at me differently lately."
Corey had a pretty good idea what Tyler was referring to, but he wasn't about to just admit it outright. He wasn't sure how his friend would take it if he knew the truth, that he had a crush on him. So what he said in reply was, "What do you mean?"
"There's been something in your eyes lately, something different when you look at me," Tyler said back to him, not realizing that he had had the same look in his eyes the past couple of months. "It's like, I don't know, something sort of soft and... dreamy."
'Dreamy...' Tyler hadn't really meant to say that. But he had let it slip out, and Corey had noticed it.
"You've been doing the same thing," Corey answered quietly, not denying what Tyler had said.
"No I haven't..." Tyler said softly, even as he found his face moving toward Corey's - in the same slow way that Corey was moving toward him.
And then their lips met for the first time. They touched briefly, tentatively at first. The feeling for both boys was nearly electric. They pulled away briefly, just an inch or two from the other's face and looked deeply into each other's eyes. They both saw the same thing as they looked at the other - desire. There was no question now - they knew they both wanted the same thing, and their lips pressed together again, harder this time, desperate almost. Then Tyler felt something new, probing and muscular at his lips. He wasn't sure what it was at first, but then he realized - it was Corey's tongue. Tyler opened his mouth to allow him access and soon their tongues were dueling, almost as if they were struggling for dominance, similar to the thumb-wrestling game they played sometimes to pass the time on the bus rides to and from school.
Then their hands were beneath each other's t-shirts. Their hands moved frantically almost under the thin cotton cloth, exploring, feeling, touching. Both boys were enjoying the feeling of the other's smooth skin beneath their fingers. Their hands roamed up and down the other's chest and stomach, then around and up and down the other's back, getting to know every inch of his friend's torso by touch and feel. It was when one of Corey's hands stopped to concentrate on one of his nipples that Tyler discovered how erotic a place on the human body this could be. The little nubs on his chest were soon hard and poking out. Corey's fingers squeezed and pinched at them, eliciting a moan from Tyler even through the force of their kiss.
Then Tyler found himself in Corey's bedroom - he didn't even remember getting up from the sofa in the next room and going there. But he must have, for here he was, lying back on the bed with his arms stretched out over his head as Corey pushed his t-shirt up over his chest and then pulled it over his head and off. Corey leaned down and attacked Tyler's nipples, this time using his lips, tongue and occasionally nipping gently at them with his teeth. Tyler writhed and moaned beneath his friend, enjoying the sensations shooting throughout his body, emanating from his nipples.
Tyler was determined to return the favor, and finally wrestled Corey over onto his back and started pulling up his t-shirt. Corey lay back, letting Tyler pull the shirt over his head. Tyler looked down at Corey's chest, quickly surveying it. Corey's nipples weren't hard like his were, yet. Tyler's were a light brownish color, while Corey's were more of a pinkish hue, and a little smaller than the nickel-sized circles on his own chest.
Tyler leaned into Corey's chest and took his first lick at the little nubs on his friend's chest. The taste of Corey's skin was slightly salty, but nice. He imitated Corey's actions, licking, sucking and gently biting at his friend's nipples. Corey's reaction was quite as intense as Tyler's had been, but Tyler could tell that his friend was enjoying it. Then Tyler decided to try something Corey hadn't - he moved up and gave a lick at each of Corey's arm pits. There were only a few, sparse, light brown hairs there, and Corey's reaction was powerful indeed. He bucked and giggled with each lick. Tyler knew at once that he had found one of Corey's erogenous zones, though he didn't yet know that's what they were called. All he knew was that he was driving his friend wild.
The two boys soon ended up in a tight, mutual embrace. They lay on Corey's bed, enjoying the feel of the other's smooth skin against their own. They stayed like that, cuddling and kissing, exploring each other's stomachs, chests and backs with their hands. Then Tyler's hands started to stray farther south, starting to work their way into the waistband of Corey's jeans. The cut of the hip-hugger style jeans made it difficult for Tyler to get his fingers inside the pants, so he started tugging at the skull belt buckle that was his first obstacle to getting into his friend's pants. Corey offered no objection.
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