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This story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting teen males and an occasional adult, 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 according to the laws, local ordinances, etc. wherever you happen to be - Shoo, go away.
I hope you're enjoying this story. 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 very much 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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And for you youngsters who we all know are studiously heeding the various warnings and not reading this story, I hope you'll pay close attention to what is happening to our hero. What's being described here has happened to lots of people, some of whom I've known. There's a lot of truth in this story. So please, let this be a lesson to you. Stay away from drugs.
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Emo Boi Finds Love
"That's very moving, my young friend," she finally said. "It seems that you must have lost someone very close to you."
"But he died?" Abby questioned him.
and I blamed him for it for a long time, even though it wasn't his fault."
Abby patted his hand reassuringly. "My grandson is gay, and I've met a few of his boyfriends since he came to live with me. It comes with the territory I suppose."
grandson lives with you?"
dear," she said, sadly. "His parents do live
"Why is that?" he asked
"Sweetheart, in the south, old prejudices can often run very deep. I can't say that I'm proud of the way my son feels about one of his own children, and I can't say that I understand my grandson's choice of lifestyle, but he is family, so I can't have him living out on the street." Abby seemed to grow just a little more melancholy for a moment, then continued. "So of course I took him in. What else was I to do?"
sat and pondered what the young man sitting next to her had just said. It seemed remarkably wise to have come from
someone so young. She squeezed his hand
gently. "Thank you
is your grandson?"
"No, Mitchell is my son. Jayson is my grandson. He's sort of embarrassed by the thought of discussing such a delicate matter with an old woman, I think. Mitchell, well... When he found out about Jayson being, um, homosexual, he got very upset and threw him out of the house. I didn't find out until almost three weeks later when Jayson showed up at my house, poor thing." Abby let out a sigh as she thought about the condition her grandson had been in when he turned up on her doorstep.
flight attendant stopped by their seats to see if either of them wanted
how old is your grandson?"
"He's seventeen, dear," she told him. "Don't you go getting any ideas though, he has a boyfriend."
"Wow, that sucks... Er, that stinks
I mean - you know, that his dad kicked him out when he was so young and all..."
he corrected himself. The elderly lady
next to him had a sort of regal presence that made
"He was just sixteen. He had just turned sixteen as a matter of fact. It was the day after his birthday when his mother caught him talking with someone, or whatever it is you young people do on the computer."
"Chat, tweet, twit, chirp," Abby sighed. "I just can't keep track of all these terms you kids use these days. It was so much simpler in my day. You courted properly, and in person. Of course two young men wouldn't be able to do anything like that back then, not that's not to say that it didn't go on where folks couldn't see..."
had let her last sentence trail off, betraying that perhaps she did know about
some clandestine meetings that went on when she was young.
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Tyler and Corey sat on the swings for a while and talked. It was good for Corey to be able to reconnect with his friend - former friend perhaps? But they were getting along again, sitting there as dusk fell and the snow continued to fall. Everything they talked about was inconsequential. But it was nice to be able to sit together and talk once more. They had both missed being together - more than either had realized.
"What did you call her about?" Corey asked, curiously.
extended his hand - merely as a gesture of friendship.
walked slowly toward the edge of the playground hand in hand; Corey for once
apparently not caring if someone saw them in a fairly intimate moment - at
least that's how it seemed to
wondered if he should try to sneak
when you... When you left home, your
parents were calling all over looking for you.
I know they talked to my mom and dad, and well, if they see you, they're
supposed to call your parents right away.
You know, to let them know where you are." Corey paused for a moment, but
don't care if your parents see me,"
"Cool," Corey looked over at him and smiled. "Front door it is then."
wasn't until they were entering Corey's house that they removed their arms from
around each other's waists. They came in
through the kitchen and walked into the family room, where Corey's parents were
sitting, watching TV. Corey's parents
stood immediately when they saw that
Once she'd released her grip she backed away a little, placing her hands on his upper arms and looked him up and down. "Well, you don't seem the worse for wear, but you have had everyone very worried!"
"Yes Ma'am, I know. I had a big fight with my parents, and well... I know what I did was pretty dumb..." he let that statement trail off. "I'm trying to make it right... I called and left a message for my mother a little while ago, but she hasn't returned my call yet."
when they heard Corey's father - he was talking on the telephone... "...he's here with us. We just want you to know he's alright. Please give us a ring back when you get this
message." It was pretty obvious that
he'd been leaving a voice mail for
"Is it okay if Ty spends the night?" Corey asked his parents. "I mean it's pretty late already, and his parents obviously aren't home..."
"Of course it is!" his mother answered, then looked over to her husband to see what his reaction would be, even though she'd already blurted out approval on behalf of the both of them. Fortunately he nodded his agreement.
Corey's parents didn't press
didn't happen though. Corey backed away
a little. "It is pretty late," he said.
"We'd probably better get ready for bed." He took another step back, and then he
Corey gave him a coy smile. "You aren't planning on going to bed like that are you?" he asked.
"Oh my God! What
happened to you?" he exclaimed as
do you mean?"
"Those bruises," Corey explained. "You've got some really nasty bruises on the backs of your legs. They look sort of like hand prints."
put his hands on
settled into the bed and Corey drew the covers up over them. Then he turned to
He had so many memories of this room: memories of the things he and Corey had shared in this room. He had lost his virginity to Corey... They had had sex here many times when he had stayed over. He had found Corey when he had tried to kill himself, and he had saved his friend here. And he had broken up with him here.
There were good memories for him in this place, as well as bad ones... Try as he might to focus on the good, everything seemed to come back around to the day he had given Corey the break-up talk. He thought about the reason behind it - that the relationship he had shared with Corey back then had been too one-sided.
He couldn't help but think that while Drake had at first seemed to be a benefactor and savior to him, that he had been used by Drake in an even far worse way than Corey could ever possibly imagine. Then he remembered that he had promised Corey that he would tell him about what had happened to him after Corey noticed the bruises on his legs.
a tear rolled down
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was very late that night when
They had no way to know at the time, but the next morning they would wish that they had.
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