Emo Boi Finds Love
Chapter Eleven
by Terrance MacDonald
As the plane continued its flight toward Toronto, Tyler slept fitfully. His dream was still centered on the night he first met Drake and Oliver, and the events that followed. He was twisting and turning in his seat from the dream's images going through his subconscious, and the man sitting next to him was starting to get concerned. His concern was more about Tyler knocking over the drink he had on his tray-table as he thrashed in his sleep than for the boy next to him. As Tyler finally settled down, the man did nothing. If he could have seen into Tyler's dream, he would have known that this was only because it had reached a point where Tyler's mind had become almost numb most of the time - and that was the only reason he was relaxing in his sleep now. There would certainly be more turmoil coming later. There was no way he could know that either though, so he sat back in his seat, relaxed and sipped his scotch, no longer worried about it getting spilled.
The steward who had moved Tyler up to the first class area came by, and noticing that Tyler had dropped off to sleep, smiled and gently placed a pillow behind his head. He considered putting a blanket over the boy as well, but reconsidered. The cabin temperature wasn't all that cool anyway, and the blanket might actually make the boy less comfortable. It would also hide that delicious body, and his self-interest in ogling the boy was also a strong consideration for him.
The man sitting next to Tyler noticed the way the steward was looking at the boy, and despite his disgust signaled for another drink. 'At least that will keep the pervert from undressing that young man with his eyes for a few minutes,' he thought.
Oliver was the one who broke their kiss. This didn't keep Tyler from holding onto him though, his hands still down the back of Oliver's pants, and pulling him in close. They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before Tyler leaned back in for another round. This time both boys had their mouths open from the start, their tongues seeming to wrestle with each other as they kissed.
Their enthusiasm for the drink "Sex on the Beach," and the kissing between them that followed gave Drake an idea. Perhaps it was more an evil thought than an idea, but it was something that had worked for him in the past and he was sure it would work again. He checked his pocket and found the small pill box. He checked its contents and found that there were just enough of the little tablets there for what he had in mind. He just needed to wait for the right opportunity. And he was sure that would present itself soon enough. It had always worked out previously, he was sure that it would again.
The music started playing again, and the majority of the younger guys headed back toward the dance floor, which also seemed to Tyler to somewhat double as a stage. If he had been more familiar with The Cavern before, he would have realized that's exactly what it was. And the dressing rooms that Oliver had taken him into earlier were used for drag shows that were held there three or four times a month. Tyler and Oliver started dancing together again, and once more Oliver was keeping them very close together. This time though, they were staying pretty much face to face instead of Oliver getting behind him. They were certainly grinding together just as much as before though.
Tyler was able to feel his pants becoming tighter as the grinding dance he was doing with Oliver got him more and more aroused. As they brushed together he was also well aware of the growing excitement in Oliver's pants as well. Oliver moved his hands up from Tyler's hips, where they had been the entire time since they returned to the dance floor, running them up the sides of Tyler's body. He moved them inward to tease Tyler's nipples for a moment before they continued their journey upward until they reached the sides of his face. Once they reached their target, Oliver moved in until their faces were next to each other, their cheeks touching.
"God, your skin is so soft," he started. This prompted Tyler to move his hands up from Oliver's waist and onto his back. He rubbed them around on Oliver's back as they gently swayed together on the dance floor, and he returned Oliver's compliment.
Oliver pressed their cheeks tighter together and spoke into his ear, just loud enough for Tyler to hear him over the music, "Are you ready to really get down and dirty baby?" Tyler nodded that he was. This was the moment of truth, the thing his new friend had mentioned to him such a short time ago. His pants would be coming off and he would be left in nothing but the tiny little pair of red bikini underwear and his white socks. He glanced back toward the bar room for a moment, and saw that while still relatively small, the crowd there had grown since they came back up to dance. And they were paying more attention to the dance floor now too. Faces were staring hungrily at the boys. It was almost as if they knew what was about to happen, Tyler thought.
Tyler felt Oliver's hands slipping back down his body, moving slowly and sensually over his chest and stomach until they reached his waistband. Tyler felt his fingers working deftly at his belt and then the button and zipper of his pants. Then they were open. Oliver pushed them down until they were halfway down his legs, then he dropped to his knees in front of Tyler, lifted one foot and pulled them away from that leg, then he repeated his actions on the other. He tossed Tyler's pants away toward the back of the dance floor/stage and nuzzled his face into Tyler's groin for a moment before standing back up and resuming their dance.
Tyler felt the bridge of Oliver's nose rubbing against his package through the thin material that was all that now covered his swelling private parts. He could have sworn that he felt Oliver's tongue on his thighs, and up into his groin, right at the bottom of the little bikini undies he was wearing, but he wouldn't REALLY be doing THAT, would he? Tyler knew he definitely felt the boy's hands slip up inside the back of his underwear and massage the firm, round globes of his cute little ass.
Just as Tyler thought he was sure that Oliver's tongue was teasing his inner thighs, which was always one of the most sensitive and ticklish parts of his body, and that it might even be about to slip inside the tiny bikini briefs he was wearing, Oliver stood up. They were still facing one another, and Oliver reached behind Tyler, pulling their groins together once more, grasping his nearly entirely exposed butt cheeks in order to do so. When Tyler once again felt Oliver's hands on his ass he realized finally how little was covered by them, at least in the rear.
Oliver kissed him deeply on the lips, and Tyler reciprocated. Once the kiss was broken, Oliver moved so that his mouth was at Tyler's ear and he said, once again just loud enough for Tyler to hear over the music, "Okay, now you take my pants off. Make sure you throw them back where I threw yours so we can keep an eye on them."
Tyler nodded that he understood, and then Oliver backed away a little so Tyler would have room to unfasten his pants and get them down his legs. He was almost in a daze as he mimicked the motions Oliver had gone through moments before. After he had pulled Oliver's pants off his legs and tossed them to the back of the stage/dance floor, he wasn't so sure about nuzzling his face in Oliver's crotch. Sure, he certainly wasn't a virgin. He and Corey had been sexually active for a long time before they broke up, but that wasn't in front of an audience. This was. Even if they weren't naked, they were nearly so. Now that Oliver's pants were off he was finally able to see that Oliver was wearing a pair of white bikini briefs that were as skimpy as the red ones he was wearing. The tiny underwear they were both wearing sure didn't leave much, if anything to the imagination.
But the alcohol had given him a buzz, and his inhibitions were lowered, so despite his reservations, Tyler pushed his face forward into Oliver's crotch. Oliver put his hands on Tyler's head and pulled in, so that Tyler's face was pressed tightly into his groin. He then began a grinding motion with his hips. Tyler could feel the boy's very nearly erect penis pressing against his face through the sheer, thin fabric that encased it. He couldn't help himself... Tyler let his tongue slip out of his mouth and he licked Oliver's inner thighs. Oliver's grinding caused Tyler's tongue to also glide over his ever hardening dick. Tyler wanted to get up and resume their dancing, but Oliver's hands were holding him in his current position.
Tyler didn't have to struggle against the hold Oliver had on him when he wanted to get up. As soon as Tyler made a movement like he was ready to stand, Oliver released his grip. When Tyler stood again, facing the boy he had just met only an hour or so earlier, he glanced down and saw that there was a wet spot on the front of Oliver's bikini briefs. Was that from his tongue directly or even indirectly he wondered? In any case, he hoped that the men and other boys in the club watching them wouldn't notice it. He didn't realize that there was also a dark area on the red bikinis he was wearing that was certainly more pronounced and obvious than the one that was on Oliver's, owing solely to the colors of what they were wearing.
Oliver spun Tyler around so that they were both facing the audience, with Tyler in front. A few catcalls prompted Tyler to look down for a moment, and now he saw the little wet spot, about the size of a quarter, right at the tip of his dick. Oliver wrapped his arms around him, and for the moment was keeping them at waist level. Tyler's arms were straight up in the air, as he enjoyed the bumping and grinding of the erotic dance Oliver was doing behind him. He found that he was really enjoying the feel of Oliver's dick rubbing against him from behind. It was just then that Oliver lowered his hands, putting his thumbs and forefingers together in a sort of triangle shape, with the lower point of that cupped beneath his balls. This accentuated Tyler's excited state for all who were watching, even if he wasn't really aware that it did. But Oliver knew just what he was doing, and he was doing it very well.
When the music set ended for another break, Oliver took Tyler's hand and led him back toward the bar, undressed as they were. As they walked, money was being stuffed into the little briefs they each wore. These must be the tips that Oliver had been talking about. A couple of these tips came with a quick grope as the boys walked by. Tyler, not being used to this routine flinched each time someone's hand touched him.
Oliver of course noticed this. "Relax sweetie," he said. "Don't act like you're so new to this."
"But I am," Tyler said. "I've never even thought of doing anything like this before."
"I know you haven't babe, but try not to let everyone else know it too. There're predators in this place sometimes, so you need to show confidence or you become a target for them. And you're too cute to get taken in by one of them." Of course, as Oliver said this to Tyler he had no idea that they were both targets of just such a person already.
Drake noticed Tyler's reaction each time someone touched him as his new friend led him back toward the bar as well. 'This must really be his first time,' he thought. 'He seems nervous enough.' When the two boys got to the bar, Drake had a bill folded in each hand. He gestured with his head for them to join him, and when they did, he ran his fingers of each hand up over each of their genitals, starting at the bottom of their balls, and when he reached the waistband of the briefs they were each wearing, he tucked the folded money inside.
Tyler was doing his best to control his reflexes when one of the men touched him, as Oliver had suggested. He did better as Drake drew the tips of his fingers lightly up over his package and tucked the money down inside the front of his bikini briefs. He found that touch slightly erotic, and let out a little shiver as the fingers ran across his package. Then Drake picked up two drinks off the bar and handed one to each of the boys and then picked up a third that had been sitting slightly separated from the others for himself. Drake raised his glass as if to make a toast and said "Sex on the beach."
The boys touched their glasses together with Drake's and they all swallowed the drinks down in one gulp. Drake smiled inwardly. Things couldn't be working out better so far. Drake made some casual small talk with the boys. He needed to cultivate a friendship with them if he was going to pull off what he had in mind. A few moments later, the DJ announced the beginning of the next set of music was about to start.
If anything, the dancing during the next set of music was more provocative than what the patrons at The Cavern were used to. At least it was in the case of two of the boys dancing. One of them was recognized by regulars at the club as a frequent dancer and sometime hustler. The other boy who was dancing with him was someone new to the club. If there were a way for someone to do a collective mind reading, there wouldn't have been a lot of clutter to sift through. It was almost universal - this new boy was definitely hot!
Drake watched his handiwork with great interest. The two boys he had given the drug-laced drinks were going wild. The problem was that everyone seemed to notice. He was going to need to make sure his investment wasn't all for naught. He had been careful not to give either of them a full dose of the ecstasy tablets he carried. He didn't want them getting too wasted that he wouldn't be able to lure them back to his home.
When this set of songs was over, Oliver took Tyler back to the bar once more. Both boys were tipped on the way in the same fashion as before, somewhat more enthusiastically though, and certainly more often. This time however, Tyler didn't flinch as the hands touched him and stuck folded bills into his briefs.
Again Drake had drinks waiting for them when they got back to the bar. After this drink, both boys' heads were reeling. Oliver didn't make any mention of it, but Tyler did. Drake had positioned the boys so one of them was on either side of him when they had rejoined him, so he put an arm around each of them and pulled them in close. "Get your stuff and come with me," he told them in a low voice. "I have some really good shit back at my place."
Tyler looked to Oliver for advice. He wasn't at all sure about leaving with this guy, even if he did want to get high. He had a feeling that Oliver would know if it was okay or not. Tyler hadn't known the other boy long, but he had a feeling that Oliver would have a good sense about whether it would be safe or not. Oliver gave him a slight nod, then turned to Drake and said "Just give us a minute. We'll be right back."
Then he looked at Tyler. "Come on," he said. "Let's go get our pants and get out of here."
Drake had loved the feeling of the soft, smooth skin of the boys' torsos under his fingers. He was so looking forward to get his hands on more of those lithe, young bodies. Everything was working out just as he had hoped, and now it was only a matter of the time it took for him to get them home and they were all his. He'd started out with his sights only set on the one, but now he had two, nearly for the price of one. This was going to be a wild night. He was glad tomorrow was Saturday and he didn't have to work.
Tyler still had a feeling that he knew the guy they were about to leave with, but he still couldn't place from where it might have been. Figuring that out wasn't high on his list of priorities though. Not after the guy, whatever he'd said his name was, told them that he had some good shit wherever it was that he lived. Tyler's primary focus was centered only on getting high.
They grabbed their pants from the back of the dance floor area and headed to the door that led to the dressing rooms to retrieve their shoes. Once there, Oliver began pulling the bills out of his undies. He glanced over at Tyler, who was just standing there watching. "Well come on," he said. "Let's see how you did." This broke Tyler's daydreaming, and he started pulling the money out of his own shorts.
Most of the bills were one dollar notes, but there were a few fives and a couple tens. Then Tyler reached into the front and pulled out not one, but two twenties and a fifty. Oliver let out a little whistle. "Someone must have really liked you."
Tyler looked over to the little table where Oliver was stacking his bills. There were a few twenties there too. "Looks like you were pretty popular yourself," he commented. Oliver only shrugged in reply. He was surprised that the newcomer had received a fifty dollar tip from someone. They were very rare. 'Someone was probably either drunk or pulled the wrong bill out,' Oliver thought.
Tyler started pulling on his pants, but Oliver stopped him. "No you don't," he said as he pulled the bikini briefs he was wearing off and threw them into a hamper. "You don't get to keep them. Put them in there so they can be washed." Tyler gave Oliver a good, long look as he stood naked before him, his hands on his hips. What pubic hair he had was light brown, much like the hair on his head. It appeared as if he trimmed it carefully though, as Tyler would have thought his bush would have been larger than even his own, but it wasn't. His balls hung low under his dick, which looked to be about 3½ to 4 inches in its semi-aroused state. It didn't appear as if there were any hairs his sack at all. Oliver's legs were fairly muscular, and there definitely wasn't any hair on his thighs. There was just a light dusting of light brown hairs on his calves.
Tyler's contemplation of Oliver's body was interrupted by Oliver's voice. "Quit staring, you'll have plenty of opportunity to see my body up close and personal soon enough. Put the underwear in the hamper and get your pants and shoes on so we can get out of here."
Tyler did as he was told, and as he sat, tying his shoe laces he looked up at Oliver who was standing, waiting for him, already having dressed save for his shirt, which was with the bartender. The top couple inches of a pair of boxers he had pulled on after discarding the bikini briefs was visible above his belt. "Do you think it's safe to leave with that guy?" he asked.
"Sure," Oliver answered. "I've seen him in here before, and depending on what he wants we might be able to make some more money."
Nothing beyond the 'sure' part of Oliver's previous sentence really registered with Tyler. The effects of the ecstasy Drake had put into the last two drinks he had given them were hitting Tyler faster than they were Oliver. Tyler had his arm around Oliver's shoulders when they came back out of the dressing rooms and toward the bar. To a lot of the people in the club, it looked cute, like two young lovers. The truth was that Tyler was having trouble walking straight - something he and Oliver thought was from the drinks he'd consumed. For the moment, only Drake knew the truth.
Tyler and Oliver collected their shirts from the bartender, but neither boy put his back on. They agreed to meet Drake out in front a few minutes later. He offered to buy them each another drink to sip on while they waited to come meet him outside, but only Oliver accepted. Ten minutes later they were in Drake's work van on the way to his apartment. Drake had wanted to leave ahead of the boys on purpose. He didn't really want anyone to know that he was picking the boys up.
When they got to the place Drake lived, he turned into the complex and drove to a building near the rear of the property. He drove all the way to the end of the building and pulled up next to a 5 foot high privacy fence that surrounded a small patio area. Oliver was getting out through the front passenger door a little unsteadily as Drake came around the back of the van and opened the sliding side door to let Tyler out. Tyler edged his way out and sat on the floor of the van with his legs out the door as Drake went to open a gate in the privacy fence. He went into the patio area for a moment before coming back to the van to collect the two boys.
When Drake returned to the van, Oliver was sitting next to Tyler in the open side door of the van. Drake helped them up, and then with an arm around each of their shoulders led them into the apartment. They passed through the kitchen, and went into a large room that was a combined living and dining room that comprised nearly the remainder of the ground floor. An open staircase on the left side of the room went up to the second floor. After he got Tyler and Oliver settled on the sofa, he went back outside to close up the van.
On his way back inside, Drake pushed the gate shut behind him. As soon as it closed, he became aware of giggling coming from inside his apartment. This gave him another idea, and he detoured to the side of the small enclosure where a hot tub was located. He started the jets and the heating coils so it would be ready for them later, but left the cover on. As he closed the kitchen door behind him, he was able to see the two boys he'd left on the sofa a few moments before. They were both obviously well under the influence not only of the alcohol from the drinks he'd given them earlier, but also the ecstasy he'd spiked them with. Tyler was lying on the sofa on his back, and Oliver was kneeling over him, tickling his chest and stomach.
Drake smiled to himself as he crossed the room, passing the boys on his sofa and drew the curtains on the sliding glass door that went out to an open patio at the rear of the apartment.
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