Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 20:51:01 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Thirteen

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         I Love Corey, Chapter Thirteen.
         Morning brought the time to awaken. That was when I discovered we
were stuck together. God I had to take a leak and there was no way I could
get out from under him without waking him up. I finally just gave up and
did so. He got the giggles when he discovered our problem but we managed to
peel ourselves apart. After some lewd comments we headed for the bathroom
and wound up dueling in front of the toilet. Neither of us was going to
challenge Zorro. I suppose one might become better at aiming but it's
difficult to be very accurate when you are hard and have a giggling boy
next to you and his aim isn't any better than yours.  Our streams
intersected a few times on their way to the bowl but there clearly wasn't
any winner.
         I suggested breakfast, he a shower but in the end we went back to
his bed to finish breaking his room in properly. When we finished we agreed
that if our efforts weren't satisfactory in that respect, it would just
have to be too bad. Besides, there would be other times to make sure we
hadn't forgotten anything.
         After a very friendly shower we decided that breakfast was now on
the agenda. It's amazing what a little friendly bedroom exercise will do
for your appetite. It doesn't seem to hurt your attitude either. We were
both in a good mood.
         After breakfast I asked him what he would like to do until our
appointment with Bob Asher and he said we could just screw around and that
produced a lot of giggling when he realized what he had said. I asked him
if the offer was genuine and was rewarded with more giggling. He called me
a dirty old man and I replied that if he had done a better job of washing
me, while we were taking our shower, he wouldn't be able to say that. I
hate to admit that the conversation really headed towards the gutter after
that. No matter, we were alone and could say anything we wanted to.
         Thinking about the time we had been together I was amazed that we
had both become so adept at switching from laughing and joking like this to
the more formal way we addressed each other while in the presence of
others. I wondered if we would be able to keep fooling everybody or if we
would slip and bring the whole charade crashing down. I hoped not as he had
become about the most important person in my life. I truly didn't know how
I had managed to survive before him, much less be happy. While I knew our
relationship was not only illegal but morally wrong, it made us both so
happy that I could not see either of us voluntarily ending it. Isn't it
wonderful what a person can justify in his mind to excuse behavior that the
same person would condemn in another person? People say man is a rational
animal but I say he is a rationalizing animal. He can rationalize almost
anything if he wants it badly enough. At least I was willing to admit to
myself that I wanted Corey that badly.
         I finally started on the housework. Corey apologized for not being
able to help. I told him that he would be able to make it up when his knee
was a little better. He was down to using one crutch around the house but
still used two when we went out. I suggested that he might be of more
assistance if he went to his room as I seemed to spend more time looking at
him and grinning than I did on the housework. I about cracked up when he
tried to walk to his room while attempting to swing his ass in a
provocative manner. It just didn't come across like he intended while he
was using a crutch. He gave up and went to his room giggling.
         After I managed to get most of the house slicked up I went to his
room to see what he was up to. He was sitting at his desk still trying to
draw and was not happy with the results. He complained that it looked flat
and lifeless. I told him not to worry, that a few lessons would give him
some idea of what to do and then he would be able to practice and enjoy it.
         He finally gave up on drawing and started surfing internet while I
did some bookwork. The day went on in much that same way with a break for
lunch until the time to go visit with Bob approached. We were discussing
taking the painting along to show Bob when the phone rang. It was Bob
asking if he could please beg off for today and pick another time as a
friend from out of state had dropped in and he wanted to visit with him. A
name, the name of the artist popped into my head and I blurted it out
before I could think.
         "Carl Benson?"
         A short silence and then, "You know him?" in a sort of surprised
tone of voice.
         Now it was my turn to be surprised, both by the question and how I
had somehow known who was at Bob's place. I explained that Carl was the
reason Corey wanted to learn to draw and about the painting and our meeting
of Carl. I heard some conversation on Bob's end but he had his hand over
the phone and I couldn't make out what was being said. When he came back on
he insisted we come over. He also asked me to have Corey bring anything he
had tried to draw. That request necessitated digging through the waste
basket in Corey's room and then a quick trip to the ironing board to press
the paper flat again as he had wadded them up when he threw them away.
         When we arrived at Bob's place, both he and Carl came to the
door. They both greeted Corey warmly. As they talked with him it became
apparent that both were passionate about art. Corey was more than a little
overwhelmed at first but soon they had made him feel comfortable and he was
asking questions and both were answering and demonstrating things for
him. I just sat there watching them interact with each other. It made me
happy to see Corey so happy and animated.
         As they talked with Corey I figured out Bob and Carl had grown up
together and been life long friends. It was interesting hearing them talk
about being young and learning to draw and paint and how exciting it was
when one of them figured out how to create an affect they wanted to
master.
         When Bob and I had originally talked I had thought the meeting
might be for a half hour or so but after an hour and a half they showed no
signs of quitting. I finally asked if they would let me furnish dinner. I
got a rather distracted okay from the both of them so I went and got some
supplies and started cooking.
         After I had fixed a meal of Cioppino with a green salad and garlic
bread I called them into Bob's dinning room. I had asked if they liked fish
so I wasn't worried about whether they would like it. They were still
talking about drawing when they started on the meal but soon dropped that
and started talking about how good everything tasted. During the dinner
conversation I learned Bob's wife had died five years ago and he hated
cooking. He mostly ate out or fixed TV dinners. I told him he would have to
start coming over for dinner part of the time and his eyes lit up with that
suggestion.
         After dinner they were right back trying to show Corey everything
there was to know about painting and drawing. When I finally told them we
had to get home so Corey could get to sleep they looked surprised. They
hadn't even realized how late it was getting.
         On the way home Corey was bubbling over about how much he had
learned and how happy he was. I reminded him that they would be over for
dinner tomorrow night and he should keep track of any questions he had so
he could ask them. By the time we got home he was yawning as it was almost
midnight. I had allowed him to stay up far later than normal and it was
catching up with him. At least there would be no school Monday as it was
Columbus Day and school was closed.
         We fell into my bed and both went out like lights after a quick
kiss. When I woke up we were spooned together like we were glued and both
of us had our usual morning woodies. Mine was lodged in the crack of his
ass and his was in my right hand. I thought to my self how good this
seemed. I liked feeling his tool in my hand and I just kept sort of moving
my hand around and exploring that delightful part of his anatomy. It was
growing in both senses. It was bigger than when I had first met him and now
it was swelling to its full size as I played with it. While I'm no expert
at judging the size of things by feel alone, it had to be close to five
inches now and was getting fatter. Such a perfect and enchanting toy for me
to play with.
         I started dry humping the crack of his ass while I continued to
administer to his cock with my right hand. I could feel him respond as his
hips weakly moved back and forth. He started making whimpering little
sounds and that only made it better. I kept slowly humping and stroking and
those sounds he was making made me hotter and hotter. I wished we could do
this every morning. It felt so good. I kissed the top of his head and could
smell the odor of his hair. I was about ready to come apart at the seams. I
was so turned on I was sweating and my perspiration mixed with his was
making the crack of his ass slick and my cock was sliding freely in it. The
large amount of precum I was leaking only added to the slickness and
pleasure.
         Suddenly his thrusting became more coordinated and the whimpering
sounds turned to moans. He was now awake and responding.
         "That feels great."
         "You like it when I wake you up this way?"
         "Oh yeah, it's the best way to wake up." He panted a couple of
times and continued, "Hurry, my balls ache."
         "Hehe, that was the object," I giggled at him.
         "Bastard," he gasped.
         "Am not, my parents were married," I told his as I giggled some
more. I kept on slowly stroking and humping. He was trying to make me go
faster by thrusting faster. I wasn't having any of that.
         I started nibbling his ear lobe. The groans and moans got louder
and his thrusts were more violent.
         "Please speed up, I really need to cum?"
         "Since you asked politely, I will."
         At few quick strokes with a little more pressure and he stiffened
in my arms and started shooting all over the bed and my hand. As the cheeks
of his ass clenched on my cock I lost it and started shooting too. He
finally started to slow but I never missed a stroke. I went back to the
slow gentle strokes I had been using to begin with and just kept on doing
him. He started to soften and then stiffened again.
         "You going to try for another?" he asked.
         "Why not, we don't have to be any where."
         "Awesome."
         Our breathing had both slowed to close to normal. I went back to
nibbling his ear and occasionally licking behind it. After a while I could
feel him start to move a little more aggressively. Eventually he reached
down with his hands and grabbed my hand and tried to hurry me.
         "That's my toy, keep your hands off," I told him "I can't even
have my own dick?" he whined.  "Nope, that one is all mine."
         "The one in the crack of my ass is mine if the one in your hand is
yours," he said
         I thought about that for a while as I slowly and gently stroked
him.
         "Seems fair to me. What are you going to do with yours since you
can't reach it?"
         He was breathing a little ragged and when he giggled it sounded
funny. He didn't say anything but started clenching his ass cheeks together
tighter as he thrust into my hand. It felt good but my cock was getting a
little tender from all the rubbing and the fact I had all ready had one
orgasm only a short while ago. Also my forearm was starting to feel like it
was going to develop cramps if I kept this up for much longer. I speeded up
and started applying a little more grip with my fingers and thumb. The
sweat was pouring off of both of us and I could taste the salt from his as
I licked behind his ear some more. It was getting hard to keep a steady
pace as the smell from our previous climax, his slightly musky odor and the
taste of his sweat was really turning me on. A few more strokes and I knew
I was going to lose it soon. I could feel my sack tighten against the base
of my cock and my nuts start to get that exquisite tingling feeling that
precedes climax. My left arm was under his neck and bending my elbow I put
my left hand on his chest and pulled him back against my chest. We both
stiffened. He thrust into my hand and I into his crack. We were in perfect
time, like an orchestra under the leadership of a good conductor. We even
spasmed the same number of times before we both fell limp on the bed.
         As we lay there catching our breath I started to giggle.
         "What's so funny?"
         "I know what were going to be doing today."
         "What?"
         "Lots of laundry." I think every sheet in the house was in the
laundry. It had been a great three day weekend so far.  To be continued.