Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 23:45:42 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Twelve

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         I Love Corey, Chapter Twelve

          The next week started out about like normal. There were the usual
meetings, classes, papers to grade, and football practices. I'd found time
to ask Mrs. Webb about a remedial reading program for Corey and she was
working up such a program for him so that seemed to be under control. All
in all it was a very normal week until Wednesday. That was when Mr. Young
called and asked if I would stop by after practice as he wanted to talk
with me a while.
         When I got there, after dropping Corey off at my place, he asked
me to tell him the truth no matter how embarrassing it might be. I was
immediately nervous. He told me this was important as my answers would
determine what he recommended. Now to tell the truth, I wasn't sure if I
liked the way this was starting. He told me not to worry as this was a
privileged conversation and the worst that could happen is that he would
withdraw from the matter and that would be that. The only problem I saw
with that approach was that anyone who happened to hear about his dropping
of this matter was sure to be able put two and two together and get the
right answer. As there didn't seem to be any way to dodge this situation, I
told him to go ahead with his questions.
         He started where he had left off Saturday afternoon. He again
asked if I was aware that Corey loved me. I wasn't too happy about
answering him but told him yes, I was aware of that fact. He half smiled
and leaned back in his chair. I figured I knew what the next question would
be and he didn't disappoint me. He wanted to know if I loved Corey. A
million thoughts churned around in my mind as I wondered how to best answer
that. In the end I simply told him yes. He broke out in a smile and said
that now that he understood the situation he had some other questions that
needed answering. He wanted to know if I could afford to take care of Corey
if anything happened to his mother. I wound up explaining about my
inheritance and assuring him I would be able to do so if necessary. His
next question surprised me as he wanted to know if I was willing to take
care of Corey under those types of circumstances as if he was my son. I
said yes but asked him what he meant by those types of circumstances. He
smiled and explained that she might die or run away and leave Corey or even
become incapacitated for starters. I hadn't thought of things like that but
told him I would be there for Corey if he needed me. When he asked if that
included my accepting responsibility for things like any medical bills that
Corey might incur, I told him yes.
         By now he was leaning back in his chair with a big smile on his
face and said I had made his job both easier and more complicated. I must
have looked puzzled as he proceeded to explain to me what he had in
mind. Minus all the legal jargon it amounted to this. He would try to get
the court to treat it in the same manner as if I was Corey's father and
Corey's mother and I were getting a divorce. I would have visiting rights
and when Corey was with me I would be able to act as his guardian. He told
me he would make sure I wasn't responsible for his mother's debts and
problems. He then asked me if that covered the things I was concerned
about? I told him it covered things better than I could have imagined but I
wondered if Corey's mother would be willing to agree to something like
this. He laughed and said she all ready had.
         He did say that the state would probably want to check me out and
also the house to make sure everything was all right but based on what
everyone had told he didn't see any problems.
         I asked him if he thought the state would allow something like
this and he grinned and said he was sure he could convince them that it
would be in Corey's best interests but he hoped it wouldn't take too much
convincing because if it did, Mrs. Babcock would be made to look pretty
bad.
         All of a sudden I felt sorry for her. Yes I was angry that she
didn't seem to be able to properly take care of Corey, but he loved her and
I didn't want her hurt as that would hurt him too. He saw the look on my
face and asked what the matter was.
         I explained I would rather she wasn't hurt and he said she had
told him to go ahead even if it meant her reputation might suffer. I now
knew she loved him very much but sometimes she just couldn't help
herself. I guess sometimes life deals people a pretty rough hand and
sometimes they don't handle it very well.
         By now I knew he hadn't even given the idea of a sexual
relationship between Corey and me a thought. I was surprised. I guess that
which I had been attempting to hide was so well hidden that it never
entered anyone's mind. Apparently the fact that I had been so open about
everything with everyone had worked.
         As I was getting ready to leave he surprised me by saying that he
had talked to Jerry and as soon as the papers were filed and approved, I
could put Corey on the health plan furnished by the school and if I wanted
to claim him as a deduction on my taxes I would have to keep records to
show what part I contributed to his welfare and sustenance and how much it
cost me. When I left I was walking on air. I had never dreamed something
like this might be possible.
         I drove home and floated into the house. Corey was on his
computer, still exploring all the programs and games, so he didn't notice
the grin I had. He asked me how it had gone and I just said okay. He must
have heard something in my voice because he turned around and looked at
me. When I explained what Mr. Young had told me and what he was going to
try to do Corey was as excited as I was. All he could say was cool, he'd
always wanted a dad and now maybe he would have one, even if I wasn't his
real one. We finally quit hugging each other and I started dinner. Corey
was so excited that he would start to look at his computer and then turn to
me and grin. He kept doing that the whole time I fixed dinner. I wasn't
much better. I burned the steaks. Fortunately not too badly but neither of
us noticed and we ate them anyway.
          After dinner and the dishes I told him we had to make a few
changes as the state might send someone to check out our living
arrangements. He asked what that might be and I told him the sex room had
to be dismantled. He felt bad over that as he liked it but I told him we
never used it anymore so who cared. He immediately cheered up. I also said
that all of his clothes would have to be kept in his room and that his
toothbrush and other personal grooming items would have to stay in the
bathroom adjoining it. Lastly, I suggested that we needed to decorate his
room so it looked like it was his and set his computer up in it.
         He looked kind of sad and said he had never had a room he could
decorate and didn't know what to do. That stopped me in my tracks. Up till
now I had never realized how poor his childhood had been. Now that I
thought about it, I a lot of things started to fall into place. He had
never mentioned friends or playing games or anything like that. Over the
past few weeks he had started talking to the team members and was beginning
to act more like a normal kid. While he was still pretty quiet, at least he
was becoming acquainted with his classmates and the faculty. I wondered how
best to handle this.
         "Corey, I was just thinking, when we get your room fixed up the
way you like it why don't you invite some friends over for dinner or a
sleep over or whatever you'd like. I suppose what I am trying to say is
treat the house like you owned it and feel free to have fun and enjoy
yourself. Just let me know in advance if you can so I can have enough food
and stuff. I never expected to be your whole life and shouldn't be. I'm
just part of it."
         He started to look a little scared and lost.
         "What's wrong? Did I say something that upset you?" I asked
         "Don't you like me anymore?"
         I could see I'd upset him.
         "Good God yes, I love you. I didn't mean to upset you." I wondered
how to best proceed. Suddenly I knew what was troubling him. I was now the
center of his existence and he didn't understand that he could let others
in and we would still be there for each other and be lovers.
         "Look, Vern and I are friends. He's just one of many. If I make
another friend, I don't have to get rid of one. I like him a lot but I
didn't give up any of my other friends when I met him and we became
friendly. I still have friends from when I went to school and college and a
bunch I have met since I came to work here. Now love is a little
different. While you can love more than one person at a time, it is usually
a different type of love. For example, you can love your parents, in your
case your mother, and yet love me in a different way. Do you think you
understand what I'm trying to say?"
         I could almost see the wheels turning as he thought that
over. Suddenly his eyes lit up.
         "You mean I could like someone like Jerry Webster but not want to
suck him and still love you."
         "I think you're getting the picture." I felt so sorry for him. He
had moved around so much and his mother hadn't had time for him. The poor
kid had never had a chance to learn about a lot of things like having
friends just because you like being around them. No wonder he had been so
quiet when I first met him. He didn't know how to relate to people. I vowed
to myself that that was something we had to work on. In fact, the more I
learned about him, the more amazed I was that he had turned out as well as
he had. Somehow I doubted that I would have done as well under similar
circumstances. Deep down he had to be a very strong person to have survived
like he had.
         The rest of the evening he was quiet. I wondered what was going
through his mind but as he didn't say anything, I just let him alone and
went about the house work. When it was time for bed, I asked him if he
wanted a shower or bath and he asked if I would help him with a shower. I
love it when we shower together. There is something about running my hands
over his soapy body that is so exciting. If left to myself we both would be
like wrinkled prunes. I doubt we'd ever come out of the shower.
         I managed to scrub every part of him except the bottom of his left
foot. That was the one he stood on. All right, I'll admit there was a
certain amount of grabbing and touching and giggling but no more than was
necessary. By the time I got him in bed we were in a playful mood. He
grabbed his pillow and covered a certain part of his body and said I'd
already had enough fun with it while we were in the shower. I told him to
watch it or I'd cum and feather him. He got the giggles and I all ready had
them. He said that sounded like fun. The more I thought about that the
funnier it sounded. I couldn't help it. I was lying beside him laughing as
hard as was possible and I couldn't stop. He took his pillow and started
hitting me with it. That was worse. I started yelling at him to beat me,
beat me with the pillow. He started swinging the pillow harder and it was
almost like I had prophesized it. The pillow split and there were feathers
all over. That was too much for me, I was laughing and trying to tickle him
and babbling something about we needed cum so the feathers didn't go to
waste. I eventually managed to stop laughing and get the vacuum cleaner and
capture most of the feathers. While I was doing that, every time our eyes
met we'd burst into laughter again.
         It was great to see him letting go and just having fun. Granted a
pillow fight was kind of juvenile but hey, I'd enjoyed it and so had he. I
think maybe adults forget to act like kids and have fun. Life isn't meant
to be serious all the time. What's the old saying, all work and no play
makes Jack a dull boy? Based on tonight's performance neither of us were
going to be dull.
         I got back into bed and we cuddled up. I kissed the back of his
neck and heard him sigh and we both drifted off to sleep.
         The rest of the week went great except the team didn't play as
well as they should have. We won by eight points but we could have done
much better. Corey and I had the house ready for an inspection by the state
if necessary except for decorating his room. A Saturday morning trip
downtown produced a computer desk but the room still looked very unlived
in. It needed some personal things to appear like the room of a
teenager. Maybe a few posters or something like that. That afternoon we
went to a craft fair in a neighboring town. Perhaps we would see something
he liked. He was walking quite well as he could now put part of his weight
on his knee and was just using the crutches to help. As we walked through
the tents and booths one of them held an artist and a bunch of
paintings. The artist was also making charcoal sketches of anyone who
wanted them for a modest price.
         I asked him to make one of Corey and he started out talking to
Corey and telling him a ridiculous story which made him laugh. It didn't
take long and he turned out a great sketch which seemed to capture
Corey. He asked if I'd like it framed as he had some frames for sale. When
he could see none of the ones on display impressed me he went to the back
of his trailer and picked one out that I thought was perfect. It cost twice
as much as the ones on display but looked much better. As he was placing
the sketch in the frame Corey was looking over his paintings.
         While I was standing there visiting with the artist Corey called
me over to look at a painting. Most of the paintings on display were priced
from seventy-five to about two hundred dollars. They were landscapes of
mountains, lakes and ocean scenes. Corey had found one in a pile that was
not displayed yet. It was a desert scene and showed a water hole at sunset
with a few horses getting a drink. The horses looked so real you could
almost smell and hear them. There were a lot more brush strokes giving the
painting a lot of texture and it just looked a lot better than anything
else on display. Corey said if it wasn't too expensive he liked it and
thought it would look good in his room. He said he'd saved part of the
allowance I had been giving him and maybe I would loan him the rest. The
artist had finished framing the sketch and came up behind us. I asked him
about the painting and he laughed and told us that the ones on display and
the sketches paid the bills and that that was one of the ones he did
because he loved to paint. Corey asked him how much it was and about fell
over when the answer was eight hundred dollars. I thought it was pretty
reasonable for the quality of the painting but didn't say anything. While
Corey was putting it back I turned to the artist and mouthed "frame it". He
smiled and nodded. We wandered around looking at what else was
available. There were lots of paintings and while some were attractive,
most were obviously made to sell for a modest price.
         After a bit we left that display and checked out the rest of the
fair. We picked up a couple of wallets and a few other small items. As we
were leaving, I purposely kept Corey looking at things until we were almost
to the pickup. I acted like I had suddenly remembered the sketch and told
him to open up the pickup and I would go grab the sketch. I don't think he
suspected anything.
         When I got back the frame was perfect for the painting. When I
commented on that I got a laugh and the explanation that he had made the
frame when he painted the picture so he could place it in an exhibition and
had taken it out so people could pick their own frame. We chatted a bit
more and as I was leaving he handed me his card. I glanced at it and
noticed he was from Medford Oregon. I mentioned I had an aunt and uncle
living in Medford and told him their names. Lo and behold he had met
them. That required some more chatting and I said the next time I was in
Medford I would stop by his studio and see if he had any more paintings I
liked.
         When we got home Corey went in the house and I followed with the
painting and sketch. We got out a couple of sodas and sat down. I took the
painting out of the sack it was in and asked him where he wanted it hung in
his room. I felt sorry for him. If his knee had not been sore he would have
jumped up and down with happiness but he couldn't. Instead he tried to come
hug me but forgot his crutches and about fell down. He was crying and
grinning and yelling thank you. I managed to catch him before he hit the
floor and he started hugging me and crying on my shoulder and telling me
how much he liked the painting. I knew he liked it but hadn't known how
much.
         He finally calmed down and I got a hammer and we went to his
room. God, he was worse than an old woman. We wound up rearranging the room
so he could see it from both the bed and his desk.
         I went and started dinner. When it was cooking I walked back down
to his room and there he sat at his desk with a pencil and some paper
trying to draw a likeness of that picture. He was concentrating so hard on
his drawing he never even noticed me.
         "Corey, that's pretty good. Do you like to draw?"
         He jumped like I'd hit him.
         "I didn't hear you come in... I don't know... I never tried
before."
         "I just came down to tell you dinner was about ready so wash your
hands and come eat"
         It was apparent during dinner that his mind was far away. He sat
there eating with no comments and a blank look on his face. As soon as he
finished he headed back for his room and when I looked in, after doing the
dishes, he was sitting at the desk working with a pencil and paper.
         After a couple of hours he came out of his room and sat down
across from me. He looked angry.
         "What's wrong Corey?'
         "I can't make it look right."
         "Well, maybe if you had some lessons you could do better."
         He thought about that.
         "Where could I get lessons?"
         "I don't know; guess we'll have to check around. There's a new
teacher at the high school that teaches art.  Maybe he knows someone."
         He was immediately all excited. When could we find out? He kept
after me and finally I looked at my watch. It was only eight-thirty so I
decided to call. I'd met Bob Asher but that was about all. He taught art
and drama among other things but I hadn't had time to get very well
acquainted yet. Since I taught in the middle school and he was teaching in
the high school, we didn't cross paths all that often. Besides, he had just
started with the district. As I remembered he was about fifty and seemed
like a nice enough guy.
         I grabbed up the school district directory and looked up the
number. He answered on the fourth ring. I explained who I was and what I
was looking for. We talked for a while and Corey was beside himself as he
could only hear one side of the conversation. After about fifteen minutes
of conversation he suggested that I bring my student over tomorrow, about
four in the afternoon and he would talk with us and see if he either could
help or recommend someone who could. I wondered if Corey would ever calm
down.
         I shouldn't have worried. As bed time approached Corey started to
get depressed. I may not be the brightest bulb in the world but it didn't
take a genius to figure out the problem. He couldn't stand being away from
the painting and yet he thought he ought to sleep with me. I solved that by
heading for his bedroom and commenting that we ought to properly break in
this bedroom now that it was officially his.
         After the usual preparations like the brushing of teeth and so
forth we crawled into his bed. I suggested we work on each other but he
wouldn't hear of it. He wanted to work on me. Before I could even ask him
why he told me that since his knee operation he didn't feel he was enjoying
it as much because he hadn't been able to be as active. He now thought his
knee would stand a little more and besides, he wanted to try a few things
he had read about. When put that way I couldn't turn him down.
         After telling me to lie on my back, he started out by pouring a
large amount of hand lotion on my groin. He smeared it around some and made
sure there was a kind of pool of it with my now erect penis right in the
middle of that pool. He took some more and put it on himself and then lay
down on top of me. There we were, hard-ons side by side trapped between our
bodies.
         After a couple of slow kisses, he began sliding around on top of
me. It felt real good. I could feel waves of pleasure wash over me in time
with the movements of his body. I took my hands and started kneading the
cheeks of his ass. He seemed to like that as he started humping my groin. I
in returned the favor. I thought things were going pretty well. This was
something I had never tried. Sure, I had rubbed against my partners, but
never quite in this manner. After a bit he stopped.
         "What's wrong?" I asked softly.
         "Isn't as good as I thought it'd be."
         "I thought it was pretty good."
         He seemed to think a little bit. Then he grabbed the lotion and
poured a bunch down the crack of his ass. He slid up my body and raised
up. He grabbed my cock and stood it up and slid back down until his crack
enclosed my cock. He clenched his ass muscles and they entrapped my
cock. He started humping my groin again and WOW. This was great. I started
humping back in earnest. I started groaning and panting and telling him how
great that felt. Every time he humped me I could feel my cock slip and
slide up and down his crack. I started squeezing the cheeks of his ass
together and it only intensified my pleasure. He liked it too as I could
hear his grunts become louder and more guttural. We were both sweating by
now and that made us slicker and we slid back and forth better. I was
started to lose control and, from the gasps and grunts I could hear in my
ear, he wasn't doing any better. I felt that familiar tingling that seemed
to start somewhere deep inside and then my body started to tense. He beat
me to it. He reared up and went rigid and started pumping his seed onto my
abdomen and the spasms of his ass cheeks around my cock tipped me over the
edge. I started bucking like a rodeo horse trying to throw its rider. I was
in a state of sheer bliss. If there's anything better than having a naked,
squirming, hot, sexy Corey all over you, I have no idea what it could be.
         When it was over we just collapsed there on his bed. His breathing
started to slow and my mind started to work again. The thought occurred to
me that we had done a pretty good job of initiating his room before I
drifted off to a happy dreamland.
         To be continued...