Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 00:49:30 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Eleven

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         I Love Corey, Chapter eleven
         Today was the meeting with the lawyer. I'd tried to think of
everything that might present a problem in the future and had a lot of
notes. I just knew I was forgetting something major but couldn't figure out
what it was. As I lay there beside Corey I hoped I had thought of enough to
enable us to be together and for me to be able to take over if his mother
wasn't available. I finally went to sleep with him in my arms. His knee
only woke him up a couple of times and we both got a decent night's sleep.
         When I woke up it was a little later than normal but, as the
meeting was scheduled for the afternoon, that presented no problems. I
carefully slipped my arm from under his head and went about my usual
routine. After a shower I woke him and told him I would start breakfast. He
complained that he wanted a bath as he hadn't had one for over a week and
had been forced to get by with a washcloth. I took the bandages off and
looked at his knee. After thinking a bit I told him I thought it would be
okay. He wanted to use the shower but I insisted on the tub as that way he
couldn't slip and fall. After filling it and helping him in I got the paper
and started reading it. After a while he called and asked if I would help
him out of the tub. When I got there a little water was still in the tub so
I grabbed a washcloth and washed his back. I got him up and helped him dry
off and then just grabbed him and lifted him up and hugged him. He asked
what that was for and I grinned and told him I loved him. He told me if I
would put him back on the bed he'd try to show me he loved me too. That was
an offer to good to refuse.
         I packed him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Just the
thought of this and we were both hard. He wanted to lie on his side so we
could suck each other but I wanted him on his back so I could kiss and lick
him and taste every part of him. We compromised. We did it my way.
         As I started kissing him I again marveled at how good he
tasted. He was better tasting than any of my previous lovers. I just
couldn't get enough of him. I slowly licked his nipples and I could feel
him squirm and his breathing picked up. I continued downward and by the
time I got to the part of him I was most interested in, he was leaking
precum like a bad garden hose. As I gently mouthed and tongued his
testicles he started moaning. The smell of hot clean boy had me so hot I
was about to cum myself but I just couldn't stop kissing and licking. I
finally took his cock in my mouth. By now he had his hands on the back of
my head and was trying to push his cock further into my mouth. I could feel
my nose flattening from the pressure against his abdomen. He was panting
and yelling Oh God, Oh God, please. He was thrashing around on the bed and
I knew his knee must be hurting but he didn't seem to care. I was on an
emotional high. It seemed like we were one, like the connection between us
was more than physical. Suddenly it was like I was no longer inside
myself. I seemed to be above and looking down and there was only one person
on the bed. All I could sense was happiness and joy. I was in my body again
and I could feel his cock tense and swell. I could taste his nectar. When
he finished I collapsed and just lay there. I loved him so and I couldn't
even say anything. I was stunned by the intensity of it all. When I finally
managed to make my eyes focus, I looked at him. His eyes were glazed and
the smile on his face was radiant. After a couple of minutes his eyes
started to focus and he turned to me and wrapped his arms around me. We lay
there for a few minutes in what was as close to bliss as one will ever
achieve on earth.
         I could tell when his mood changed. He got a wicked grin and told
me he needed dessert. I asked him what kind he wanted and his answer was
the right one. I was more than happy to supply it.
         When he finished, it took a while before I could think of
anything. I was just sort of floating there in a pool of happiness. I
finally came back to earth and noticed we were both sweaty and stinky. I
suggested another bath and he agreed. This time I held him in the shower
and washed him. I just love doing that. He's like a cat being petted when I
wash him.
         When we finally got dressed we were both hungry. For food that
is. As I started breakfast Fred and Mike walked in. I merely asked if their
dad was coming. They said he'd probably be over in a half hour or so. They
wanted to eat right away but Corey thought we should wait for him. They
grumbled over that but I was proud of Corey for thinking of someone else.
         They made no move to leave the kitchen so I poured Mike some
coffee and gave Fred and Corey some orange juice and sat down. When I asked
what was on their minds they said they wanted to ask some questions about
what they had looked at last weekend. So there we sat discussing sex and
love. When Vern knocked, Mike had just asked a question. I let Vern in and
started answering Mike's question. The boys started to blush but I just
ignored that. When I finished Vern threw in his two cents worth. I asked if
they had any thing more to ask and was rewarded with total silence from
Fred and Mike but Corey asked a question. I told Vern to answer and I'd fix
all of us some breakfast. I think Vern was a little nervous but I just
ignored that also. When he was done I added a few things. By now Fred and
Mike were becoming more relaxed and after another question from Corey it
turned into a lively discussion. I finished cooking and we continued to
talk while eating.
         By the time we had finished eating, they'd run out of
questions. Any one listening in would have received a rather disjointed
idea about sex and love and how it interacts but the boys seemed content
with the answers. It was interesting to listen to the questions as there
was quite a difference in the maturity of the boys but I noticed that Mike
listened to the answers of Corey and Fred's questions just as intently as
his own. Perhaps he was checking to see if the answers matched what he all
ready knew. The other interesting thing was that Corey's questions were
mostly about love while Fred and Mike seemed to concentrate on the sexual
part. I suppose that is because Corey is getting his sexual needs filled on
a much more regular basis than Vern's boys.
         I told them they could look at the computer but they all said
they'd do that some other time and they just wanted to talk some more. The
discussion moved on to sports, girls and how to understand them (with both
Vern and I saying to give that idea up as it was impossible) and whatever
else popped in to anyone's mind. I think Mike and Fred were finally
accepting that their father was someone they could talk with about those
subjects that most kids feel uncomfortable talking about with their
parents. After a while both left to meet some friends.
         Vern told me how pleased he was that his boys were finally opening
up to him. Corey looked puzzled and asked why they wouldn't. He said he
wished he had a father to talk with. I asked him if he talked with his
mother about things like we had discussed this morning. He started to blush
and I pointed out it was the same for Mike and Fred.
         Vern said he ought to go home and I told him to stop over for
breakfast tomorrow. He smiled and said he didn't know how he and the boys
would survive without me. I laughed and told him what time to show up to
eat and he went home. I figured that about one more week would calm Nancy's
fears of being fat.
         After he left I made Corey go through his second stage exercises
again. He gritted his teeth and tears leaked out of his closed eyes but he
never complained. When he finished I looked at his knee and decided to
leave the bandages off for a while. I remembered that it felt good to not
have a bandage on all the time from the time I had some surgery. After he
had recouped a bit he came out and joined me.
         I was surprised to see him pick up the sports section and start to
read it. I could see that he was pretty slow but this was the first time he
had tried to read anything except the porn stories.
         I finally told him we had better bandage his knee and head out. We
picked up his mother and drove to the attorney's office. Jerry had chosen
one who had moved to the area two years ago. He had a son in one of my
classes and a couple of daughters who were younger. The son's name was
Nathan and he was a somewhat shy young man but you had to watch him. He had
a wicked sense of humor and just when you thought everything was under
control, he'd blow your mind with some remark. I had never met Mr. Young
but figured Jerry knew what he was doing.
         The meeting wasn't at all what I expected. I was trying to give
him my notes and explain what I wanted but he just ignored me and told us
he would like to interview each of us alone. He started with Jerry and the
rest of us just sat in his main office and tried to talk. Both Mrs. Babcock
and I were nervous and poor Corey was caught in the middle. After about a
half hour Jerry came back and told Corey to go on in. This interview went
on for even longer. It took almost an hour. I wondered what they were
talking about but figured I would just have to wait and maybe I would find
out. When they finally finished He asked Mrs. Babcock to come in. As Jerry
was still there I couldn't grill Corey as to what Mr. Young had asked so we
just waited. In a surprisingly short time he came back to the office with
Mrs. Babcock and told her and the others they could leave but Corey elected
to wait for me. Jerry said he'd drop Mrs. Babcock off and they left.
         I didn't think it would take long as Mrs. Babcock's interview had
only been about twenty minutes. Big mistake. It was not what I expected. He
didn't want to hear any of my ideas or questions but wanted to ask me a
bunch of questions. He started by telling me his son thought I was so cool
and he just wanted to get acquainted. Before I knew it I was telling him
all about myself and the school and the community and any other thing he
asked. After an hour he told me he would think about what would work the
best in this situation and when we met again we could go over my
concerns. As I was leaving he asked me if I realized how much Corey loved
me. I really didn't know what to say. I kind of stammered out something
about I knew Corey felt a loss in his life because he had never known his
father and maybe he was transferring that to me. He gave me a peculiar look
and said he'd see us next Saturday.
         We stopped on the way home to ask Corey's mother if she wanted to
come to dinner but she had all ready left for work. When we got to my place
I watched as Corey walked to the house on his crutches. He was doing quite
well although he complained they made his ribs sore. I just told him that I
had warned him about that.
         When we comfortable I asked Corey what Mr. Young had asked him and
he said he'd been asked about his life, how he liked school, and what I was
like. I finally came right out and asked him.
         "Corey, did you tell him you loved me?"
         "No. I told him you'd been nice and helped, but I never said
anything else."
         Maybe I'm paranoid but I kept wondering about that look he gave
me. I couldn't figure out what it was for or what it meant. Corey tried to
remember everything they had talked about but there was nothing I could see
that would be damaging so we finally dropped the subject. I finally logged
him on to a story site and fixed dinner. After we ate, he went back to the
porn stories and I did some housework.
         After he had been reading for a while I took him a bowl of fruit
as I had done last night and let him continue. When I told him it was bed
time, he just shut the computer down and we went to bed.
         When we had done all the usual things and finally gotten into bed
I had to ask him.
         "Corey, about last night"
         "Did you like it?" he interrupted while looking right at me.
         "Yes. I loved it but where did you learn to do that?"
         "Well, I was reading this story about a boy who wanted to please
his friend and he told how he had practiced using a banana and there was a
couple of them in the bowl of fruit so I tried. I gagged a lot but after a
while it didn't seem so hard. I didn't know if you would like it but I
thought I'd try it and see. It was a lot easier with you than the banana."
         I had been reading while he had been on the computer last night
and had the stereo on so I hadn't heard him.
         "You mean I'm a lot smaller than a banana?" I asked trying to
sound disappointed.
         He got all flustered and tried to explain that wasn't what he
meant. I managed to keep my face straight for a while but as he kept
stammering and trying to explain I finally couldn't help it. I started to
giggle. When it dawned on him I had been pulling his leg, he told me to
watch out. If I did any thing like that again, he would bite it off. I
asked what he would do for a toy if he bit it off. He giggled some more and
said he'd have it tanned and mounted and play with it any time he wanted
to. By now we were both laughing so hard conversation was next to
impossible. I finally managed to gasp out that when he was tired of it
maybe he could sell it on Ebay. When he finally managed to stop laughing he
said no one would bid on it and relapsed into laughter. I told him it ought
to be worth as much as those kangaroo scrota they sell on Ebay. He hadn't
seen those and dissolved in laughter again.
         When he finally stopped laughing, I asked him what we ought to
do. He started laughing again and said since it was so small, maybe we
should let it rest and grow bigger.
         I could tell this conversation could go on all night so I just
gave up and started kissing him. Quickly the laughter died and he started
to return my kisses. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth. I sucked on it
and felt him start to become aroused. I felt his hands start to explore my
body. By now he knew all the right places and what to do. I pulled away and
looked into those vivid blue eyes of his.
         "Corey, I love you. I never realized what love really was until I
met you."
         He looked at me and suddenly those eyes filled with tears. As I
started kissing away those tears he wrapped his arms around me and hugged
me as tight as he could. He started talking and telling me how happy he was
and how lonely he had been before he met me. He continued by telling me he
hadn't had many friends as his mother kept moving all the time and how each
time they moved it seemed like she had less money and time for him. By now
he was sobbing his heart out and I just held him and let him cry.
         He started telling me how afraid he was that something would
happen and take him away from me. He said he didn't know what he would do
if that happened. He went on about how afraid he was for his mother and how
he hated drugs for what they were doing to her. He finally ran out of
things to say and continued crying.
         I didn't know how to reassure him. There was no way I could
promise that his mother would stay in the area so that I would be able to
help him. I felt so helpless and inadequate. All I could do was tell him I
loved him and wished he was my son.
         After a while he asked if I would hug his back and hold him in my
arms as he felt secure and loved when I did that. He finally got on his
side and I snuggled up to his back. He put his head and my arm and I draped
my other arm across his abdomen. He sighed and after a while his breathing
changed and I knew he was asleep. I couldn't sleep. I spent a long time
trying the figure out how I could keep him with me. I wanted him to feel
safe and secure. I fell asleep without an answer.
         He woke me when he needed to go to the bathroom. I followed him
and after we were done we went back to bed and lay on our other sides. I
took a couple of pillows and propped his leg so it didn't bother him and
snuggled up as before. When I put my arm across him, he put his hand on
mine and relaxed. I kissed the back of his head and soon he drifted off to
sleep again. After a while I joined him.
         When we woke up, we were both kind of quiet. After his exercises,
he just followed me around the house not saying much. He seemed content
just to be near me.
         When Vern and the boys showed up I fixed waffles and sausage and
eggs. As everyone was inhaling them I decided I was going to have to get
one of those commercial waffle irons that make two at a time. When
breakfast was over, the boys went in and stared surfing the net. Vern and I
sat at the table drinking coffee.
         "You're kind of quiet this morning?" Vern asked.
         "Yeah, I'm just wondering how everything is going to work out."
         "Want to talk about it?"
         I sat there and had another swallow of coffee while I considered
that. Vern is a good friend and I respected his judgment. I finally started
in. I told him about the meeting with the lawyer yesterday and what had
brought it on. I talked about a lot of things regarding Corey and
myself. It was disjointed as I was thinking it out for the first time
myself. I wound up telling him about almost everything except our sexual
involvement. When I was out of words and thoughts I sat there looking at an
empty coffee cup. I finished up.
         "I don't know, maybe I ought to get out of his life. I think I've
fallen in love with him. I wish he was my son so I would always be there
for him, to help him and teach him... maybe help him become the fine person
I know he can be. I just wish I knew what was right for him?"
         Vern got up and grabbing the pot, refilled our cups. He thought
for a while after he returned to his seat.
         "If something happened to his mother, what would you do?"
         "Probably try to adopt him. I don't think his grandparents would
take him from what I've heard. If that wasn't possible, maybe I could be a
foster parent for him."
         "Well Sam, I don't think you should get out of his life. Anyone
who's been around him has noticed how much happier and contented he
is... I'd say just keep doing what you're doing and hope for the best."
         "Vern, you've got a few years experience on me.  How do you know
what's best?"
         Vern laughed. "Sam, you never know what's best. You just do what
you think is best at the time on hope like hell it is. If it isn't, you try
to fix it and go on."
         I knew he was right but I just needed to hear someone say it.
         "Thanks Vern, I guess I needed some one with a broad shoulder to
cry on."
         He just laughed and said anytime. I'm lucky. I've got some good
friends I can talk to. Vern is the one I go to the most and I suppose he
knows me better than anyone except Uncle Matt and Sandy. I can't imagine
not having friends like that. How do people survive without good friends?
I'm sure I couldn't make it without them.
         After that the conversation lightened up and we covered what the
scouts were up to and how his daughters were doing in college. When he
left, I loaded and started the dishwasher and then wandered in to the
computer room to see what the boys were up to. They were playing some game
they had found and were all having a good time. I went back to doing the
usual housework that is never ending.
         When Mike and Fred left, I asked Corey what he would like to
do. He surprised me by asking how he could learn to read better. When I
asked him why he wanted to do that, he said he now realized that it would
make some of those computer games easier and he would be able to read the
porn stories better. I laughed and told him that we would ask Mrs. Webb on
Monday for some guidance. I also told him he better not tell Mrs. Webb
about the porn stories or I'd beat his ass. He glared at me and asked if I
thought he was an idiot. I told him I didn't think he was an idiot, I
thought he was beautiful, sexy, and about the nicest person I had ever met,
especially in bed. He started grinning and suggested we go there. I laughed
and asked him how he would handle company if any came. We spent the rest of
the morning in that bantering mode and after lunch, we went shopping.
         I didn't tell him where we were going so he was surprised when I
stopped at the computer store. I told him he ought to pick out a couple of
games as he was going to be laid up for a while. He started through them
and I went over to the counter and asked Dale if it had arrived. He told me
it had and I said we would have to get some additional programs and
games. As we discussed what programs would be best Corey finally came up
with a couple of games. Dale looked at them and said one of them was not
very good and he had a better one on auto racing. He took it back to the
display and came back with his choice. He then asked Corey if he would like
to have them loaded or did he want to do it himself.
         Corey looked blank and I grinned and Dale just stood there
straight faced. Corey finally asked what he meant. Dale explained that
loading them meant installing them in the computer and getting them ready
to run. Corey still didn't get it. I told Dale to go ahead and load them
and Corey looked puzzled. Dale grabbed the laptop sitting on his counter
and started installing the programs. When he finished he told Corey to try
them. As Corey was playing with them we went and picked out some more
programs and games and finally returned to the counter. Dale suggested that
Corey and I should have a cup of coffee and come back and everything would
be ready.
         As I drank my coffee and Corey his soda I could see he was trying
to figure out what was going on. His mind was not on his soda or me. When
he asked why Dale had put the programs on that laptop I told him it was so
he could try them. He didn't seem entirely happy with that answer but
didn't say anything more.
         After lunch we went back and I told him to wait in the van and
went inside. Dale had everything boxed and I paid him and left. I put the
box in the back of the van and told Corey I was tired of shopping and we
were going home. When we got there I set the box on the table and asked him
if he would unpack it. When he opened the box there was a card that simply
said Corey. Under it was the laptop and case and the cds for the programs
and some other boxes.
         He just looked stunned. I told him to open the rest and when he
did he discovered the game controller and the cables to hook into the
network along with a wireless keyboard and mouse that would attach to it so
he could use it like a desktop machine. We hooked it up and I told him to
have fun.
         He put his arms around my neck and told me it was the nicest thing
that had ever happened to him. I laughed and asked him if it was better
than our time in bed. That got him to giggling and finally he went over and
started figuring out how to work it. He sat there the rest of the afternoon
exploring the laptop and having a ball. Every time I got close to him he
kept grabbing me and hugging me and telling me I didn't have to give him
anything. I told him I knew I didn't but wanted to and to shut up and enjoy
it. After dinner I logged him onto one of the story sites and gave him the
passwords for some others and left him alone.
         After while he came in and sat on my lap and hugged me and told me
how happy he was. The hug was more than enough reward for the laptop. I
managed to get a few kisses as a bonus. As we sat there with him on my lap,
I realized I couldn't remember when I had been this happy and contented. I
just hope it never ends.

To be continued.