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Emo Boi Finds Love

Chapter Seven

by Terrance MacDonald

Tyler's bank account dwindled as his addiction to the pain killers grew stronger and stronger. The percosets had an incredible hold on him, and they were beginning to take control of his life. The last time he'd been to see Bryan he'd taken money from his mother's purse to help finance his habit. He was very ashamed of himself for having done it, but he hadn't been able to help himself. She'd noticed the money was missing, and had mentioned it. She seemed to think she must have lost it somewhere, but he knew he couldn't do that again without raising suspicions.

When he walked into the arcade the next time, he only had twenty five dollars in his pocket. He knew it wasn't going to be enough, but he hoped he could get Bryan to agree to front him the drugs and he would come up with the money later. He hoped Bryan would agree to this, as he was desperate for more. It took him a moment to catch Bryan's attention when he got to the arcade, but he finally did. It was a few minutes longer before Bryan was able to take a break so he could take Tyler into the back room.

Tyler was always a little nervous when he went to the arcade to see Bryan, but this time it was increased ten-fold. Bryan picked up on it immediately, and that was part of the reason he took his time before ushering his young customer into the back room. He followed, closing the door behind him and sliding the bolt shut. Tyler took note of him doing that, as he'd never done it before. He didn't mention it though.

"So, what'll it be today?" Bryan asked.

"Percs, and a few joints," Tyler answered. "Um, there's just one thing though..." Tyler still wasn't sure exactly how he was going to ask Bryan to front him the drugs. For that matter, he didn't know what he was going to do to come up with the money to pay him later.

"What's that?" Bryan asked, even though he was fairly certain what it was Tyler was about to ask for. He'd seen the boy's habit increasing, and figured it was only a matter of time before he ran short of money.

"I uh, well... I'm kind of short on cash today, so I was sort of wondering..." Tyler was shuffling his feet nervously and staring at the floor as he tried to get the words to come out.

"No credit, I'm not a bank," Bryan told him. "I get paid when you get the product, that's the way it works here." He started walking back toward the door; sure that Tyler was likely to make another plea. Once more, he wasn't wrong.

"Wait a minute. Come on, I've been a good customer; you know I'm good for it. Can't you just do me a favor this one time?"

"If I did it for you, I'd have to do it for everyone. And that isn't about to happen. One way or another, you pay when you get the stuff, or you don't get it. That isn't so hard to understand, is it?" Bryan gave him the opening - now, would this kid take the bait?

Just as Bryan thought he would, Tyler took the bait. "Wait a minute, one way or another? What does that mean?"

"Well, I might be able to let you have some, just not as much, for certain services rendered," Bryan answered, still with his back turned to Tyler. This was it, was Tyler going to go for it?

"What kind of services?" he asked.

Bryan finally turned around and walked back toward Tyler. He was rubbing his crotch suggestively as he approached. He was standing only inches away from Tyler when he stopped.

He could see the need in Tyler's eyes, and knew then that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. He put his hands on Tyler's shoulders and applied a little pressure. Tyler knew what the older boy was after now, but he wasn't sure he could do this.

Bryan sensed his hesitation, but was sure he knew just how to deal with it. He moved his left hand behind Tyler's neck, and reached into his pocket with his right. When he brought his hand from his pocket, it contained a small brown vial. He twisted the cap off one-handed and raised it underneath Tyler's nose. It was a familiar smell and he inhaled deeply. As the effect of the amyl nitrate took hold, his inhibitions dropped. He sunk to his knees just as Bryan wanted.

"Take it out," Bryan said as he pushed his denim covered crotch into Tyler's face.

Tyler did as he was told, reaching up to unfasten Bryan's belt. Next he unsnapped the waistband and opened the zipper. Bryan's jeans were fairly loose and fell away once Tyler had opened them. What he was facing now was a pair of white FTL briefs, and an obviously half hard dick contained inside.

"Take it out," Bryan repeated, his left hand still gripping Tyler's head.

Tyler knew that as soon as he did that he would be committed - there would be no turning back. He saw Bryan's right hand come back in front of his face with the vial of poppers. He needed to find the courage to do what had to be done and he knew another hit of the foul smelling liquid would probably do it. And he did.

Tyler pulled the briefs down past Bryan's knees. He was now faced with Bryan's large, nearly erect, uncircumcised cock. Despite himself he was turned on by the size and smell of it. Bryan had set the vial down on the desk next to them, placing both hands on Tyler's head. He pulled Tyler's head forward as he pressed his groin into Tyler's face. There was a moment of resistance, and then Tyler let it happen. The thick, hot member filled his mouth completely.

"Suck it," he said. And Tyler did. The effect of the poppers had him wanting more than the dick that was in his mouth though - he reached beneath himself and rubbed at his hole through his clothes. He'd play with himself more back there once he was home. He didn't want Bryan to know how much he liked the submissive sexual role.

Tyler wiped his mouth and got up from his knees. Bryan then insisted that he lick his fingers clean of the residual semen now on them. Tyler was disgusted by what he had just done, but it was the only way he was going to get the drugs he felt he so desperately needed. Bryan had shot most of his load into his mouth, but pulled out so that the last couple shots, small as they were, had spattered his face. Tyler hoped he had managed to wipe all the spunk off, but he couldn't really be sure, he was too anxious just to get the drugs and get out.

He hadn't meant for it to be an enthusiastic blow job, but he really started getting into it once Bryan's dick was in his mouth. It took so long for Bryan to get off that Tyler's jaw was actually a little sore once they were finished. Once he had finished cumming, Bryan had wiped his dick across Tyler's face and lips before pulling his briefs and jeans back up. He stepped back a step and looked at Tyler, still on his knees in front of him. He could see an obvious bulge in his pants. This kid had gotten hard from sucking him. Bryan took this as a sign that he was going to be able to get even more from Tyler later. He considered briefly what it was going to be like to get his dick inside that tight little ass.

He handed Tyler a small bottle that only contained four pills. "There you go," he said.

"Wait a minute, that's only four. I usually get ten," Tyler protested.

"You usually have cash," Bryan told him. "And believe me, there's no way I'm paying a hundred bucks for a blow job."

Tyler sighed, and hung his head low as he went to the door. He slid the bolt back, opened the door and walked out into the arcade's main room. He was sure he felt people watching him as he walked out. He was also sure that he heard a girl giggle slightly as he passed by her. 'Could some of Bryan's spunk still be on my face?' he thought as he walked out the front door into the parking lot.

He stepped around the corner, and up to the side of a pickup truck that was parked there. He leaned in and pulled the mirror out so he was able to see his face. Sure enough, there was still a big glob of semen still on his chin.

Tyler wiped it off onto his sleeve and started toward home, a tear rolling down his cheek.

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