Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2004 17:23:35 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Ten

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         I Love Corey, Chapter Ten

         Without Corey beside me I had had a hard time getting to sleep. I
had lain there and thought about what I ought to do. Giving him up was out
of the question so I worked on other things. I finally fell asleep. It was
even worse that he didn't come over for breakfast this morning. Finally I
just gathered up my stuff and headed off to work.
         There wasn't much at the meeting so we finished early and I had a
bunch of time before my first class. That seemed like as good a time as any
to start what I had decided last night. I called the tow operator I had
called for her car and when he answered I asked about her car. He informed
me that it would cost way more than it was worth to fix it. In his opinion
it was truly dead. I've had a couple of his kids in class and have gotten
to know him pretty well and we are friends. I knew he was always fixing up
cars and selling them so I asked him what he had available. He told me and
described them. One sounded promising so I asked more about it. When he
finished I figured it was about as good as anything else. I asked him what
he wanted for it. Twenty-five hundred dollars was his reply. Hmmm, how to
work this. I asked what he would give for her car. He thought for a bit and
said he could probably get three hundred dollars for the parts off of
it. That left more than I figured she had or could afford. I finally told
him to offer it to her for a thousand dollars difference and offer terms
and I would pay if she took it. He sounded surprised but agreed and I asked
him not to say anything about this and I would explain the first time I got
a chance. I figured she had to have a car of some kind and maybe if it was
a fair one she would go someplace and leave Corey with me for a day or
two. At least I hoped so. 
         Classes got underway and I spotted Corey in the hall so knew he
was all right. That improved my outlook. God, I was worrying like an old
hen with a bunch of chicks. He wasn't even my chick. He was more than that
to me.
         At lunch Julia and I finally finished the brochure and turned it
in to Jerry for his approval. I didn't think there would be any problems
with it but Jerry likes to be kept informed and his suggestions are most
generally very helpful.
         Just before classes ended I got a call from Dr. Benz's
office. There had been a cancellation and they wondered if Corey would be
available for surgery on Friday. I asked them if I could let them know
first thing in the morning and they said that would be fine. Now I had all
kinds of problems. I had to get in touch with Mrs. Babcock and get her okay
and there was tutoring tonight and I could see the whole evening was
getting away from me. Even with a quick dinner there wouldn't be much
time. Oh well, we'd just have to do the best we could.
         Football practice continued to go well. After our last game the
team finally believed in themselves. They now knew they could play well and
were eager to do so again. They practiced hard and seemed to enjoy it.
         When practice was over we got out of there as fast as we
could. When we got to Corey's home, his mother had already left for
work. Off we went to the Blue Schooner. I had never been inside so wasn't
sure what to expect. In fact titty bars were something I wasn't into nor
had I ever been. I've only been in one other and that was when I was in
college. It was a dive. Not only that, they didn't keep it very clean. The
manager got Corey's mother for me and I told her about the phone call. She
agreed to allow the operation. Then she beat around the bush for a while
and finally I figured out she wanted to borrow some money. I asked her what
she needed it for and she told me she had found a car but needed a little
more money than she had to make the deal. When she told me about the car I
knew it was the one I had picked for her and gave her a check for five
hundred dollars. 
         Now I had another task to take care of. I quickly drove over to
Jim's Auto to pay him and explain. I left Corey in the pickup and went to
Jim's home which was on the property. I explained why I was doing this and
paid him. I didn't give the real reason of course, but the story I deemed
appropriate. It sounded good to me and I hoped not to fishy to him. By the
time I was done doing that, I was so far behind schedule that I could see
dinner was out of the question. We stopped at a Burger King and then
hurried home. I left him and went to tutor a boy in my most advanced
class. He had been in an accident and missed ten days of school and I
needed to catch him up. If I couldn't, he would have problems the rest of
the year. Math is like that. You can't miss any of the steps or you won't
understand the next one. It took longer than I expected and by the time I
got home Corey was yawning and we didn't even have time for a quickie. I
just kissed him and sent him home.
         When I went to bed it hit me. He was going to have an
operation. Dr. Benz had said he would probably be in the hospital for a
couple of days and on crutches for several weeks. That meant that there
would be a break in our relationship. For how long I didn't know. I
couldn't get to sleep. I worried. What if he didn't make it? I had
reassured him but I had no one to reassure me. Logically I knew the chances
of anything bad happening were remote. That didn't help. My mind wouldn't
let me relax and sleep. I tried everything I could think of. I finally
dozed off and got a couple of hours sleep.
         When he showed up for breakfast I felt a lot better. While I don't
wake up quickly and am rather quiet, I enjoy having him with me. Just the
fact that he was there made me happy. He didn't have to do or say
anything. His presence was enough. When I left for school he was checking
Ebay.
         The day was about normal. Nothing important happened and when we
left that evening I had calmed down and quit worrying. As we headed to the
market to pick up groceries, I was eagerly anticipating the evening. We
wound up visiting with Mrs. Downie for a while. When she told Corey he was
looked nice he smiled and thanked her. He did look better with a nice
haircut and better clothes. We got home and he headed for the computer
while I put the groceries away and started dinner. I had no more then
turned the stove on when Mrs. Babcock showed up.
         She just had to show off her car. I turned the stove off and we
went to Jim's to pick up the minivan. I had been forced to tell Corey what
was going on as he had been with me when I paid for it. He acted like it
was a complete surprise. The act would have fooled me if I hadn't known
better. She was happy and Corey was thrilled that she was. He'd look at me
and grinned when her attention was elsewhere. When we got back to my house
I started dinner again and she didn't seem in any hurry to leave. I wound
up inviting her to dinner and she stayed afterward until she took Corey
home. I could have cheerfully wrung her neck. I wanted him so badly I could
taste it.
         Wednesday was scout meeting night. Corey's mother had said he
could join so he was going to be initiated. I fixed dinner and by the time
we had eaten, it was time to head to the V.F.W. hall for the meeting. They
sponsor the troop and let them use their building to meet in. Of course it
ran long as they all had to tell him all the fun he'd have with them. When
the meeting was finally over, Vern talked my leg off. I finally told him I
had to get Corey home and when he looked at his watch said he hadn't
realized it was so late. I took Corey home. I was frustrated. I wound up
masturbating twice before I could get to sleep.
         On Thursday, things fell apart. Mrs. Babcock showed up at school
and informed Jerry she just couldn't take Corey to San Francisco for his
operation. He called me out of class and she repeated it to me. I was
flabbergasted. As the operation was scheduled for eight thirty in the
morning, I didn't know what to do. She left Jerry and me standing there
with our mouths open. She had made it clear that she didn't object to the
operation but would not take him there herself.
         I asked Jerry if he knew anyone that I could ask to help. He just
shook his head. I'm afraid I didn't do very well in class the rest of the
morning. I saw some of the kids giving me puzzled looks. I was racking my
brains trying to come up with someone I could ask to take him. At noon, I
went and told Jerry if he didn't have any ideas, I was going to have to
call and cancel the operation. He said he had called a couple of the
substitute teachers hoping to find one free who could help but none of them
wanted to. However if I wanted to take him, they would be willing to fill
in my classes. I hadn't thought of that so asked him his opinion and he
said it was the best we could do. I thought about it as the game was this
evening and they wanted him there four hours early. It was an away game. I
told Jerry I guessed he had better let the substitute know as I would do
it. I told Jerry we would leave directly from the game.
         As soon as the team got on the bus Corey and I rushed home. We
grabbed some clothes and personal stuff and headed off to catch the bus. We
caught it just as it was pulling into our opponent's town. We dressed and
the game got underway at five-thirty. The scouting reports and the video
one of our boosters had shot showed that we were facing a very good
team. In the first half they managed to prove it. We led thirteen to twelve
at half time. In the second half we finally got it going. They had tried a
new wrinkle on defense and after a couple of changes at the half we started
to move the ball. Our defense stiffened and the second half was ours. The
final score, thirty nine to twelve.
         We showered and went to dinner at the restaurant chosen by the
school. The kids were happy and laughing. I was thrilled as I thought this
was the toughest team we would face this year. They had won our league
three out of the last five years. This was the first time we had beaten
them in eleven years.
         As Corey and I were leaving, most of the team wished him good luck
with his upcoming operation. Brad Conner showed him his scar and told him
it would be a piece of cake. He had had knee surgery last year. As I
remembered it, he didn't think that way at the time. 
         Why they wanted him there early, I have no idea. After we checked
in, they did nothing, I repeat, nothing for the next hour and a half. We
just sat there. Finally, things started to progress. Neither of us had
gotten enough sleep and since he could not eat or drink anything, I didn't
feel I should either. I desperately needed my coffee. When they started
getting him ready, I went over to one of those machines and put my money in
to get a cup. Ghastly stuff. I managed to choke it down and got another
cup. I had just finished it when they told me he was now in the waiting
area and I could see him if I wished. 
         When I walked in he looked nervous and scared. I tried to calm him
and he finally seemed to relax. About then Dr. Benz came in and checked him
over and told him they would be taking him to the operating room in about
twenty minutes. When they wheeled him off, I went back to the waiting
room. 
         I must not have looked very good as the nice nurse suggested I
would feel better if I had something to eat and assured me that everything
would be okay. I decided she was right and went to the cafeteria. I had not
been impressed with the coffee from the vending machine and breakfast was
worse. I choked down about half of it and gave up and went back to the
waiting room. It was obvious to me that the food served here would barely
sustain life. 
         Time seemed to stretch forever. I tried to read and every time I
looked at my watch only a few minutes had passed. I couldn't concentrate on
my book and time just kept slowly going by, one tick at a time. Dr. Benz
had said it would take about an hour and a half to two hours. By the time
it was eleven I was beside myself. At eleven-twenty he came in with a big
smile on his face. He told me that there was a little more damage than he
had thought but that the operation was a success. He assured me that Corey
should make a complete recovery. He suggested I eat lunch as Corey would
not be fully awake for a while. When I shuddered and declined he smiled and
told me there was a restaurant on another floor that served better food
than the cafeteria. So I went and had lunch. The coffee wasn't bad and the
food was decent so when I got done I felt better. I called Jerry and
reported the operation was a success and he said he would get word to
Mrs. Babcock.
         Corey spent most of the rest of the day dozing. As the surgery had
not been arthroscopic his knee hurt worse and they kept him doped up with a
lot of pain medication. When he dropped off to sleep after dinner I gave up
and left for the night.
         I felt good when I woke up. After an excellent breakfast of
sourdough hotcakes I went to the hospital and checked on Corey. He looked a
lot better and was alert. His knee bothered him. When he complained about
the food, I grinned and told him about my breakfast. He accused me of being
mean and I just grinned some more.
         A guy came in and got him up and adjusted a set of crutches for
him. As soon as he left I readjusted them and took that hunk of foam rubber
off the top. Those idiots ought to try walking on them the way they set
them. They always make them too tall. You don't walk on your armpits. You
walk on your hands. Corey asked why I changed them. I explained and when I
was done he said maybe that is why he had a hard time with them before. I
warned him his ribs would be sore for a while.
         Dr. Benz came in and looked at his chart. He asked Corey to get up
and walk a few steps with his crutches. He looked puzzled when the crutches
only came partway up Corey's ribs. He said he'd call and have them adjusted
and I had to go through the whole explanation again. He asked me how I knew
and I told him I had walked on them a couple of times. That started an
argument about who knew best. I finally asked him to get a full sized pair
and I would show him. The next thing I knew we had about a dozen people and
a bunch of crutches and we were all walking around on them. I showed them
that if they are too tall you can not go uphill very well and stairs are
almost impossible. It also shuts off your circulation. There was another
argument over the foam pad. I told them it is too thick and doesn't allow
you to keep your arms straight. Finally I challenged Dr. Benz to walk on
the `properly adjusted' ones and on some I had adjusted. I asked him to go
up some stairs and just act like he had a bad leg or something. It didn't
take long and I had him convinced. The people who were supposed to fit them
were more of a problem. I finally gave up and left that to Dr. Benz. He
told me he would make sure that his patients were properly fitted in the
future. All this had put him behind his schedule and he hurried out saying
Corey could probably go home tomorrow. He never did see if Corey could walk
on crutches.
         The next morning Dr. Benz's associate came in while I was talking
to Corey. He looked at his chart and checked him over. After bending his
knee a few times and making him walk on his crutches he told us Corey could
check out. I wish it was as simple as he made it sound. We started the
checkout at nine and finally completed it at ten-thirty.
         I had been in such a hurry I had not used my head. If I had I
would have used the minivan. We had a hell of a time getting Corey into the
pickup. His knee didn't bend very well and the seat didn't go far enough
back to allow him in with out bending it. I finally got in from the other
side and dragged him in far enough so the nurse could get his foot in. I
had thought to bring some pillows and a blanket so we finally got him
reasonably comfortable. I loaded up the rest of the stuff and we headed for
home. 
         He complained about being starved so the first decent restaurant
we came to I went in and explained my problem. They were most helpful and
fixed him a nice meal and helped bring it out. When we were done I took the
utensils back in and thanked them leaving a big tip. The way they smiled I
knew they felt good about themselves for being helpful. Most people are
nice if you give them a chance. I jotted down some names so I could write
to the owner and thank all for being so understanding. 
         It was just after four when we got to Corey's home. I went up and
knocked on the door, but there was no answer. We drove to the Blue Schooner
but she wasn't there either. Finally we went to my place. Getting him out
was as bad as getting him in. We managed and he headed for the bathroom. He
wasn't very good on his crutches so I trailed along to steady him if
necessary. He gave a big sigh as he emptied his bladder. I got him in a
chair and brought in the rest of his things.
         Now I didn't know what to do. The apartment he lived in was an
upstairs one and there was no elevator. I didn't think he was ready for
stairs yet and I hadn't been able to find his mother. I started calling
around and learned that nobody had seen her since Friday. She had left work
early with some guy and that was all that was known. When I told him he
looked dejected and told me it had happened before. He said sometimes she
had been gone as long as four days. He said that made him scared. I started
worrying about that in addition to where she was. Finally I told him I
needed to get some groceries and left him in the recliner with his knee
propped up.
         Mrs. Downie waylaid me at the market. I told her about the
operation and she kept telling me it was so nice I had taken the time to
help him. I barely managed to get away by telling her I had to get dinner
for him. As I was driving home Vern flagged me down and I had to tell him
all about it and that took time. I will say they managed to keep my mind
off of what I had to decide.
         When I got home he had dozed off in the recliner so I put the
groceries away and started dinner. He woke up and insisted on coming to the
kitchen so we could talk. The short nap had refreshed him. I finished
dinner and after he ate I made him go through the exercises they had
recommended. I felt sorry for him. As he lay on the bed trying to pick his
leg up with his knee straight, I could see the tears leak out from under
his closed eyelids. He never complained about the exercises, but they must
have hurt like blazes.
         When he had finished, we talked for a while and I told him I was
going to write his mother a note and leave it for her. When I had finished
that, it was getting late and I told him it was bed time. His eyes lit up
but when he started to head for the bedroom he could barely move his leg. I
helped him and got him in bed and got his leg as comfortable as possible. I
really wanted him but I didn't think we would be able to do anything
together without making his leg hurt so left him and went to the kitchen to
do some serious thinking.
         I didn't like the answer I kept coming up with. Every time I just
got to like his mother she did something that changed my mind. He needed
someone to watch him and help him all the time, not just when it was
convenient for her. By the time I got to bed he was asleep and I felt
terrible. I knew what I had to do.
         Neither of us slept well. Corey kept waking up when he tried to
move because of his knee. I just felt bad. I was glad when morning finally
came.
         In the note I left, I had told her to come over anytime she got
home but when it was time to leave for school, she hadn't arrived. I hauled
Corey to school and got there just as the meeting was breaking up. Jerry
said I hadn't missed anything and I asked him if he had a few minutes. We
talked a little and I told him what I had decided. He thought about it and
said I was right. I felt horrible.
         The day was about like normal except I just couldn't enjoy it. At
practice the team were all laughing and telling Corey how glad they were he
was all right. I worked their tails off. I was in a bad mood but it didn't
seem to faze them. They just tried harder and in the end I had to admit
that they were turning into an exceptional team. Two good games and they
were now thinking they could beat anyone. They had developed that
intangible quality that set one team apart from another. They believed in
themselves.
         When we got home, I ran Corey through his exercises and then
started dinner. When he had recovered from them he came into the
kitchen. He had finally noticed I wasn't my usual self. He asked me what
was wrong and I told him I was just tired and he reminded me I had told him
I wouldn't lie to him. He had me and I apologized to him and told him that
I hadn't wanted to worry him. He asked me why and I told him that I was
going to have to decline to tell him. The rest of the evening was a
disaster. We finally went to bed and I was acutely aware of him beside me
and wanted to make love to him but didn't think his knee was up to it
yet. I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't cause him to jerk and move
about and knew that would be painful so we just lay there and finally
slept.
         Tuesday was a repeat except I was finally just resigned. I was a
little lighter at practice and the team enthusiasm made me feel
better. Corey's mother still hadn't showed up and we were both worried
about her. Corey's knee had improved a lot. The exercises were easier and
he didn't clench his teeth when he did them. I thought that one more day
and he would be fine. 
         When I woke up I could feel a gentle warm breath on my back just
below my neck. He had finally managed to turn and sleep on his side and was
tight against me with his arm across me. I didn't want to get up. I wanted
to stay in bed and feel his body against me. I loved him so much. I finally
got up and he murmured in his sleep. After I had the coffee going I woke
him up and made him do his exercises and he got through them pretty
well. We had breakfast and, when it was time, we headed for school.
         At the start of my free period, Jerry called me to the
office. Corey's mother was there. Now was the time to do what I had
decided. I didn't want to but I had to. Corey deserved it.
         I told her she was being a poor mother. If she didn't do better I
would turn her in to Adult and Family Services. Corey deserved a full time
parent and if she wasn't willing, perhaps they could find someone who
was. She started crying and said she had thought I liked him. I told her I
did but that didn't solve anything. What if something had happened? I
didn't have any authority to make any decisions. Besides, she was never
home for him. She kept crying and trying to justify her leaving him with
me. She offered to sign a power of attorney or whatever it took but I never
budged. Jerry backed me up. Finally she asked if anyone had asked what
Corey he wanted. I told her I didn't see that it would make any difference
but Jerry didn't agree. He called Corey out of class.
         When he came in and saw his mother his face lit up. When he saw
she was crying and I was scowling he got apprehensive. Jerry explained what
we were discussing and asked what he thought should happen. He looked at me
with tears in his eyes and asked why we couldn't just go on like we were. I
tried to explain the problems, like I didn't have any authority for him and
that I worried when he was alone at home with no one to watch out for
him. He stood there leaning on his crutches for a long time and finally in
a very soft voice asked if he could stay over night on the days his mother
worked. If he could that would solve that part of the problem. He could
stay with her on the others and that way he wouldn't be alone. Jerry
started to object but Mrs. Babcock interrupted saying she thought that was
a great idea and she thought we could get a lawyer to draw up some kind of
papers to cover any other problems. She even offered to pay some child care
if it wasn't too much. As I had never dreamed of that I couldn't think of
any thing to say. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Jerry
thought it might work out if we could figure out some rules. I knew Jerry
preferred to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible so was not
surprised by that. It wasn't that he wouldn't but he didn't like to if it
could be avoided. Mrs. Babcock kept on talking and I was still trying to
think of how to respond. I asked Jerry what the community would
think. After all, I might be a pervert and child molester in some one's
mind and if they started talking there would be all kinds of
problems. Jerry finally said he thought we should think about this for a
while before we did anything and maybe it would be best if Corey stayed
with me when his mother was working until it was decided what to
do. Suddenly I felt much better. Maybe this would work out after all. I
tried to appear reluctant when I agreed but Corey saw right through me. He
winked at me when no one was looking.
         The rest of the day was a snap. I was walking on air and couldn't
wait to get home. Just as classes got out Jerry said he had called a lawyer
and set up a meeting with him for Saturday. He told me to make a list of my
concerns and he would try to think of any thing he could and maybe things
would work out for Corey's best. The thought went through my mind that if
he knew what was going on he would feel differently but I just
agreed. Practice was a blast. On the day before a game we tapered off and
today was no exception. I wanted them full of energy for the game. There
was a lot of horse play along with serious planning and we all had a good
time.
         When practice was over, Corey and I headed to Vince's office. He
had to get his knee dressed again. We had stopped at his office on Monday
to have Vince check his knee and change the dressing and Vince had told
Corey to come back every other day. He was quiet and didn't say
anything. When I asked him what was wrong he told me he was disappointed in
me because I hadn't told him what I was planning. I tried to explain that I
didn't want to worry him and had been depressed because of what I knew had
to be done. That puzzled him and I explained I had been afraid his mother
would move or make other arrangements and I would no longer be able to see
him. 
         When Vince started to examine Corey's knee he asked me what the
hell had gone on with Dr. Benz. I was puzzled and said I didn't know. Why?
He said Dr. Benz had told him to tell me he would be happy to write a
recommendation for me if I ever needed one as I certainly wasn't afraid to
stand up for what I knew was right. I finally remembered the crutches and
told him. Vince laughed and said those idiots didn't know anything and it
was a good thing Dr. Benz was there or I probably would have wound up in a
mental ward for disagreeing with them. When he finished he told Corey he
would see him Friday and he was doing fine. We went home and I made him
exercise again while I fixed dinner.
         Vern stopped in with a couple of the scouts after the meeting and
they filled Corey in on what was being planned. When it was time to go to
bed Corey finally said he forgave me but in the future please let him know
what was going on as it affected him and he felt he should have a say in
it. I told him I was sorry but I would have to do what I thought was best
just as I expected him to. On that unhappy note we went to bed. We each lay
there listening to the other breath. We each knew the other was awake but
neither would say anything. Finally he asked if I would hug his back. He
said it is such a wistful voice I couldn't refuse. He managed to turn on
his side and I snuggled up to him. I could smell his hair. It had that
clean boyishness about it and I couldn't resist kissing the top of his
head. My cock started to harden. He didn't help matters when he wiggled his
butt up against it. It wound up settling between the cheeks of his ass. He
kind of pinched his buttocks together and suddenly it was no longer
hardening but was as hard as it could get. I wondered if he was ready for
this yet. I let my hand slide down his stomach and when I felt his sparse
pubic bush I twirled it in my fingers. He started to move and then stopped
with a gasp. I could feel him slowly shift his leg and then feel him start
to cry. I kissed the top of his head and told him not to worry. We would
just have to wait a couple more days. He said that didn't help him now.
         The game went great. The team was hitting on all cylinders. The
offence moved the ball almost every time they got their hands on it and the
defense kept getting it for them. It was thirty-nine to zip at half and
even with the second team in the rest of the game went almost as
well. Corey was in his usual place on the bench taking down statistics and
when it was over we went for the usual burgers. Most of the parents who had
attended went with us and a good time was had by all. Corey's mother was
there as she had decided to take Thursdays off and so he went home with her
that night. She had told us that Thursday was the night she made the least
in tips. I figured he was good enough on his crutches that he could handle
the stairs. 
         I was surprised to see him the next morning for breakfast. He was
famished as she hadn't thought to have anything after the burgers. He was
right in the middle of one of those periods when kids seem bottomless. They
can eat and eat and eat. I could remember when I was like that. It took a
couple of sandwiches in the afternoon just to make it to dinner. A couple
of snacks after dinner and I might last until I went to sleep. I suddenly
noticed he was shooting up. Oh well, that could be solved with new clothes
when his got too small. 
         He went through his exercises well enough that I made him try the
second stage ones. That made him sweat as they were a lot harder. I knew
they hurt and I wished I could make them easier but he had to do them
himself. He looked beat and I let him lay there until it was time to go to
school
         Jerry had brought up Corey and his mother and asked the faculty to
think about what ought to be done. They had had a day and were now full of
ideas on what ought to be done. There was only one who thought that turning
her into the state was the best idea. Mostly, they thought I should try to
work out something as they all thought Corey was really improving under my
supervision. His grades were better and he seemed happier. I wondered if
their confidence in me was exaggerated. They pointed out some things that
they thought should be covered in any agreement. I made a bunch of notes
and so did Jerry. 
         The whole school was excited over the team. All the kids and most
of the staff didn't seem to be able to talk about any thing else that
day. It had been six years since they had a winning season. The year before
I started they had won only one game. Last year we had improved to five and
five. By the time practice rolled around, the kids all had a swelled
head. I thought it was fine that the school was proud of them but only if
they didn't take it seriously. I worked their asses off.
         We stopped to see Dr. Logan on the way home and he told Corey he
was doing fine and gave us a bunch of stuff so I could change the
dressing. He told him to come back Wednesday.
         I fixed dinner and it was one of those rare nights when nobody
called and I had nothing that required my attention. We talked for a while
and I started in on the reading thing again. He still didn't think it was a
problem. His grades were better and that ought to be good enough. I let it
drop but my mind wouldn't. After a while he asked if he could check the
internet. I told him to go ahead. He asked if I would unlock it so he could
see some of the sites that were blocked. I got an idea and unlocked it and
called up a porn story site. He wanted a picture site but I told him to try
it, he might get some ideas. It was a gay site with some pretty good
stories and I wondered if he would get the idea that reading better would
be to his advantage. I went to do the dishes and left him alone. Shortly he
called me in. He was having trouble with a couple of words. I asked him how
he liked them. He gave me hell for not showing them to him earlier. I had
him hooked I hoped.
         I'd unleashed a monster. I had figured he'd read for a while and
tell me he was done and ask for some of the other sites. At ten-thirty I
told him it was time for bed. Just a minute was his answer. At eleven I
tried again. Same answer. Finally at midnight I went in and shut the
computer off. He complained he wasn't done yet. I told him they would be
there tomorrow. He pointed out it was tomorrow. I just said I couldn't wait
any longer. He started to giggle and we went to bed. He wouldn't shut
up. He kept talking about the neat stories he had read. I told him he
talked way too much but that didn't even slow him down. He just kept
chattering and finally I decided to put an end to it. I kissed
him. Finally, blessed silence. It didn't last long. As I kissed and ran my
hands over his body, he started to moan. I liked that better anyway. As I
was kissing his ear he asked if he could suck me. He thought he could do
that without hurting his knee. I told him only if he let me return the
favor as I hadn't had dessert for a week and was hungry. He giggled some
more and told me I was a dirty old man. I acted wounded and told him I had
taken a shower that afternoon. He finally stopped giggling long enough to
ask me if I would put a pillow under his knee as it bothered him.
          He evidently was hungry for dessert also as he didn't say a word
after I got a pillow under his knee. Since I heard no talking I directed my
attention to that part of him I had fallen in love with first. It was
leaking a little and I licked it off. It was better than I remembered. My
attention was now on two places. He was doing things a little differently
and I had his cock to suck on. Suddenly I could feel my cock on the back of
his throat and he swallowed a couple of time and just like that I could
feel his nose pushing up on my balls and his chin pushing in on my
belly. He had deep throated me. My god it was wonderful. I got to work on
him in a more serious way. I could feel him swallow a couple more times and
his head dropped back. I could feel the warm breath from his nose on my
nuts as he panted a couple of times and he did it again. By now his finger
was in my ass and I was wild. I was twitching and jerking and losing
control. I had been fingering him and he wasn't much better off. A couple
more pants and when he did it this time I lost it. I couldn't help it. He'd
had a pillow under his head and I tried to push both through the
mattress. His hips were bucking and I hoped his knee wasn't hurting him too
badly but couldn't do any thing about it as I had no control over
anything. I couldn't have stopped sucking if my life depended on it. I
couldn't stop the other either. My body had a mind of its own. I had missed
this so badly the past week I was beside myself. As I nursed the last few
drops from him I could feel his head drop away and hear him panting. I
continued to nurse for a while and then I grabbed a pillow and propped his
knee up a little further. I turned around and kissed him, sharing with him
that which he had given me. After a couple of long slow kisses he sighed. I
whispered in his ear and asked him if his knee was all right. He said it
was fine. I just laid there beside him holding him in my arms and pretty
soon he fell asleep.  To be continued...

Postscript	Okay, fess up.  How many of you checked out google's
ability to find poetry.  Actually, I didn't really give a damn if you read
"The Deacon's Masterpiece".  I really wanted to point that feature of
google out so that those of you who might have a reason to do so might be
aware of that feature.  Just for the hell of it you might check out these
first lines.  I happen to like these poems and believe me, they're
something you might like.  Not all of them, but some of them.

"To Dawson town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames."
"A bunch of boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon"
"Still sits the school house by the road, a ragged beggar sunning."
"The boy stood on the burning deck whence all but he had fled"

Go ahead and try it.  You might even find you like poetry.
Fritz