Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 14:39:14 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Fourteen

	Gather around kiddies and listen up.  It's time for the usual
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I Love Corey, Chapter Fourteen
         After we had both caught our breath, I suggested a shower and
breakfast. As we got out of bed to head for the shower, Corey eyed his
crutches.
         "I think I'll try to walk without those things," he said.
         "Your ass if you fall," I replied.
         He giggled and then blushed.
         "I won't fall. I'll just grab onto you."
         "Watch where you grab you little pervert," I grinned back at him.
         "Maybe I need something to steady me. Think I'll grab on now," he
said and reached out grasping me by the cock. "Yeah, this ought to do
fine," he giggled.
         He started limping towards the bathroom with me in tow. After all,
it was pretty obvious I would fallow along behind my cock. He kept giggling
the whole time he led me. He was walking pretty well, much better than I
had expected. I was glad his knee was starting to feel better.
         By the time we got into the bathroom, his hand was a couple of
inches higher than when we had started. I wonder why? The shower was a lot
of fun. We just couldn't stop giggling. We couldn't stop anything else
either. It was so nice to have each other and to just have fun. My God, we
were acting like a couple of sex starved maniacs, not two people who had
all ready made love twice this morning. Well, we didn't make love in the
shower, just played grab ass and giggled a lot. Some where along the line
we even managed to take a shower. I don't know how good a shower but I can
assure you we managed to wash all the high points.
         After we dried and dressed, I headed for the kitchen to start
breakfast and Corey started the laundry. By the time he got the washer
started, I had some orange juice squeezed and was starting on the ham and
eggs. I had the grill heating for French toast. It just seemed like a
French toast morning.
         When we finished breakfast I told him to continue with the laundry
while I got some things for dinner from the market. Downie's had some good
looking steaks and Idaho bakers so I decided on steak, twice baked
potatoes, and brussel sprouts along with a green salad. When I got back he
was busy with the laundry and had even managed to get the kitchen cleaned
up. That called for a big kiss. And then another.
         We had just managed to take our hands off of each other when Fred
and Mike came bounding in. Dang, I had totally forgotten I had promised to
help them with their dad's birthday present. As we discussed what they
should get Vern, I nuked the potatoes and started the marinade for the
steaks. I also diced the green onions and pimento for the potatoes. The
boys weren't much help with their dad's present but I finally remembered
him mentioning he would like a table saw. I knew Vern really liked to
fiddle with woodworking in his free time. Off to the internet we went,
looking for table saws. I had never realized they were so expensive. I mean
there were cheap ones but somehow I figured if he had wanted a cheap one he
would have gotten it by now. As I racked my brain, trying to figure out
what to recommend, I suddenly remembered that there had been someone trying
to sell his woodworking tools at the arts and craft fair yesterday. I
couldn't remember what all he had for sale and what the prices were but
maybe it would be a place to start.
         I called Nancy and chatted with her a bit about what she was
getting Vern. So far she hadn't come up with anything either. After a bunch
of talk I finally came up with a ball park figure that the three of them
would be willing to spend. I somehow doubted it would be enough but thought
we might as well take a look.
         The boys all jumped in the pickup and away we went. When we got
there it didn't take long to find the tools and also to find out the
price. Wow. The amount to spend and the price didn't even come close. Add
to that the fact that he really wanted to sell them as a group. My little
bit of research on the net convinced me it was a good, no make that an
excellent deal but we were talking way more than what was available in the
line of money.
         The gentleman wanted $5000 dollars for an almost new Rockwell
Unisaw, along with a thickness planer, a jointer, a sixteen inch band saw,
a shaper, and a whole bunch of things that I had no idea what they even
were. Add to that a bunch of hand tools like planes, saws, chisels, etc.,
and I knew the price was a real bargain. I asked why he was letting them go
so cheaply and he told me they had belonged to his father-in-law who had
passed away so he had to dispose of them quickly as he had no way to move
or store them. Then he told me there was also a drill press, a bunch of
skill type saws, and some other things that he didn't know what they were
or what to call them. He showed me pictures of all the stuff and I could
see it was a whole shop full of tools. I finally told him much as I would
like to buy them I couldn't as it was way over budget and it wasn't even my
money. He offered them for $3500 if I could get them out today as he had
been transferred back East and was right in the middle of moving when his
father-in-law had passed away. I knew I was in trouble but I couldn't
resist. I wrote him a check, got on the cell phone and called a couple of
friends with pickups. It was just after eleven and Bob and Carl were
supposed to be over for dinner at six so we had to hurry.
         Fred and Mike were all upset about the amount of money but I told
them not to worry, I would get things straightened out somehow.
         I rented the biggest trailer I could find at the rental center and
then another one for David's pickup. That made two trailers and three
pickups. We started loading. When we got to Vern's with the first trip I
told Fred and Mike it didn't look like we would be able to surprise their
dad so just go with the flow and not worry.
         Vern was more than a little surprised when we started showing up
with all the stuff. He wanted to know what was going on. I told him I
didn't have time to explain but to give us a hand as his birthday present
was in this mess somewhere. We got everything unloaded and headed back for
another trip. Vern brought his pickup this time.
         Fred and Mike were good help but Corey wasn't able to do much as
his knee still wasn't healed enough. Another load and we still had lots to
go.
         I finally had to call Bob and tell him dinner would be a little
late. The next thing I knew, he and Carl were over at Vern's helping us.
         We finally finished at about seven and Vern's shop was a mess. I
told him I would be over tomorrow night and we would sort the whole thing
out. By this time there was a bunch of other people helping as well. Frank
Davies, the shop teacher and several friends of his and a couple of Vern's
neighbors and I don't know who all. I lost track of them all.
         It's a good thing Vern had a big shop. He and Nancy had bought an
old farm house and fixed it up. The place came with a barn and a shop along
with five acres, most of which was covered with an old orchard. The shop
was forty by sixty and now it was stuffed. He'd even had to take his boat
and trailer out. I knew things would look better when properly put away and
organized, but for now it was so full you couldn't find room to walk across
the floor. Granted, not all the room was occupied with the stuff we had
hauled in today, but a large amount of it was.
         I told Vern and Nancy (who was glaring daggers at me) that we
would get things straightened out in a few days and gathering up Bob and
Carl headed home.
         I was kind of fizzled out but Corey was going strong. He was
chattering a mile a minute as he tried to ask all the questions he had
thought of during the day. When I thought of how hard it had been to pry a
word out of him when I first met him, I couldn't believe the difference
between now and then. He was still somewhat reserved around people most of
the time but when he was excited he bubbled over just like any other
kid. He'd also lost that kind of jumpy, oh I'm sorry I'm here attitude that
he'd had. Now he seemed to accept the fact that he had a right to exist and
occupy space on this planet. As I continued to fix our dinner all I could
think of was how lonely he must have been when I first met him.
         Bob and Corey disappeared to Corey's bedroom to get some more
paper and Bob wanted to show him something about using the computer to help
with the lessons he would be giving him. That left Carl and I in the
kitchen with me cooking and Carl drinking coffee.
         "Neat kid, I can see why you love him."
         To say I froze in shock and terror would be a classic
understatement. I didn't have any idea how to respond and my face felt like
a forest fire was burning across it.
         "I didn't mean to embarrass you." His voice was soft and almost
had a longing quality to it. "I remember how it was when I fell in
love. The world was so great and I just couldn't seem to experience enough
of it." He paused and I turned and looked at him. He had a soft smile on
his face. He continued, "You don't have to worry about Bob and me, we were
lovers all through school. When we went away to college we went to
different schools and we both found someone else. He's bi and I'm gay."
         "How did you know?"
         He laughingly replied, "Gaydar."
         That word infuriates me. I must be the only one in the whole world
with gay tendencies who does not have a functioning Gaydar. You have to
beat me over the head or come out and tell me before I have any idea of
your sexuality. I don't know, maybe it is because I rarely worry about
sexuality that it doesn't work. I've become fairly comfortable with my
orientation and am more interested in people as people rather than sex
objects. Maybe it works somewhat but on a subconscious level though because
I don't remember making a mistake when hitting on someone since about the
time I entered college. I think it would be handy to have a fully
functioning one."
         "Oh."
         "Yeah, we talked about you after you left last night. He said you
made a cute couple"
         There didn't seem to be much sense in denying it so I told him
about Corey and how our relationship started (well not all of it) and how I
hoped to make his life a little better. Somehow it was very easy to talk to
Carl and tell him and in doing so it seemed to relieve a sense of fear that
had been in me ever since I first sucked Corey that day in the locker
room. Dinner was about ready to eat by the time I was done.
         "I'll go get them and when Corey goes to bed we can talk some
more." With that he headed for Corey's room and soon had the two of them
washing up for dinner.
         I suppose it's kind of funny. While they both apparently knew of
our relationship, I could no more fall out of character in front of them
than I could fly by waving my arms. All through dinner both Corey and I
were models of decorum. Not one thing was said of done that would have
caused anyone to suspect that we were any more than student and teacher. It
was somewhat unnerving to have Bob and Carl look at us and grin, for no
apparent reason, several times during the dinner. I could see that Corey
was getting really nervous. All of a sudden he was no longer eating and he
kept looking down at his plate and had totally ceased speaking to any of
us.
         Dinner was about half over when I decided this had gone on long
enough. Corey was just staring at his dinner and wouldn't look at any of
us. Carl and Bob were no longer saying anything and looked like they were
sorry they were there. While it wasn't their fault, they felt they had
upset Corey and didn't know quite what to do. I did the only thing I could
think of to reassure Corey. Getting to my feet, I went around the table and
taking him in my arms gave him a big kiss. I didn't hold back. It wasn't a
fatherly or brotherly kiss either. It was an I love you for all I'm worth
kiss.
         For a little bit he was just frozen against me. Then he started to
respond. I broke the kiss and walked back to my chair.
         "You might as well go ahead and eat. They figured it out."
         Corey was blushing furiously and so was I. Bob and Carl started to
laugh and that only made us blush harder and longer.
         "Remember when your father caught us kissing the first time?" Carl
asked Bob.
         "God yes, it scared me out of twenty years growth and I was only
fourteen at the time." Bob replied and started to blush while he continued
laughing. "I still blush when I think about it. I don't think I could have
been any more embarrassed unless I was bigger."
         Carl started to giggle. "I couldn't blush. I had such a hard-on
there wasn't enough blood left in my body to blush with."
         They both dissolved in laughter and I couldn't help but join
them. Poor Corey just looked at us like we were supposed to be adults and
he expected better of us. That didn't seem to help the three of us as we
just kept laughing and giggling.
         When we finally calmed down, we wound up telling each other about
our most embarrassing moments while we continued eating dinner. Somehow I
was now totally relaxed around the two of them and I have to say it felt
wonderful not to have to watch everything I said or did. I think it was one
of the best evenings I had experienced in quite a while. I will have to say
that some of the stories were not what one would normally expect to hear at
the dinner table. In fact during one of them Corey said "gross," and that
cracked us up again. By now all of us had the giggles.
         After dinner Corey helped me load the dishes in the dishwasher
while Bob and Carl drank coffee and we all talked. Afterwards, we went into
the family room and continued talking. In not too long a time I could see
their minds were no longer on Corey and me but on each other. They finally
excused themselves and headed off. I was now alone with Corey again.
         "I think they still love each other," was Corey's comment.
         "I'm sure they still do. Did you see the way they looked at each
other and brushed against each other?"
         There was silence for a while. We just sat and looked into each
others eyes.
         "Can we go to bed now?"
         I knew what he had in mind with that request. It was a little
early but I just got up and switched on the answering machine and taking
him by the hand headed for his bedroom. When we passed the door to mine he
turned and tugged me toward it. Nothing was said. Nothing had to be
said. We just needed to be together and make love to each other.
         When we were both stripped and in bed I gently kissed him. He just
sighed and relaxed. A few more gentle kisses and a few more sighs.
         "May I make love to you and show you how much I love and care for
you?" I whispered.
         He closed his eyes and whispered back, "Please."
         I gently rolled him off of my chest where he had been and laid him
on his back. There was no need to hurry; we had all the time we needed. As
I leaned over to kiss him I could see his utter acceptance of me. There was
a contentment and happiness on his face that made my breath catch in my
throat. I could feel his deep and complete love for me and I knew I felt
the same for him.
         I started kissing him gently and softly, not with a desperate
passion but with tenderness and happiness. He sighed again and his eyes
closed. A soft smile came over his face. I continued slowly kissing him all
over his face and neck. I kissed his nose, his cheeks, his forehead and his
neck. He just seemed to soak it all up and want more.
         Always before, we had been driven by need. Tonight was
different. Tonight was driven by love. Nothing mattered to us except
expressing that love. I didn't apply much pressure to each kiss; I just
gently kissed and licked all over him. His hands softly rubbed and touched
me and it was wonderful. Nothing pressing, nothing desperate but yet
something so deeply needed neither of us could say it with words. The soft
gentle kisses and touches said it all.
         I lightly trailed kisses down his chest to his belly button. His
fingers were playing with my hair. An occasional sigh and the sounds of
light kisses were all you could hear. I slowly worked my way down the
outside of his body kissing his hips and legs until I got to his
feet. Taking his right foot in my hands I started kissing and sucking each
toe. I started with the little toe and slowly worked my way through all of
them until I had his big toe in my mouth. After sucking on it a while, I
started licking the bottom of his foot along the arch. His toes curled down
and I heard him take a deep breath.  
            "Does it tickle?" I whispered.
         "No, it just feels nice."
         I worked a while longer on his right foot and then started on his
left. Once again I licked and sucked each of his toes. Again I made sure to
lick between each of them.
         When I thought that I had spent enough time on his feet and toes I
started on the inside of his left leg. I kissed his ankle and licked it. I
started working my way up the inside of his left leg and I could hear him
sighing. When I got to the inside of his left thigh the sighs started to
sound a little more pronounced. I gently put his left leg down and started
on his right in the same manner. When I had finally made it up to his thigh
his breathing started to pick up slightly I spent some more time working on
the inside of both thighs.
         "Mmmmm, I like that. God that feels good. Love you. Mmmmm." His
voice was soft but slowly starting to become louder.
         I switched my attention to his scrotum. More licks and kisses and
then I started softly mouthing his testicles.
         "Oh yeah, God that feels soooo good. Please don't stop?"
         His voice was getting a little louder and his breathing was
picking up. He spread his legs and lifted his hips to give me better access
to his testicles. My tongue just moved to slightly below scrotum and I
started licking up, slowly lifting each testicle away from his body. His
faintly musky smell was driving me crazy. As I slowly continued licking he
started to pant. His hand reached for his cock. I pushed his hand away.
         "Please," I heard his voice between gasps. "Can we share?"
         I started swinging my body around and so did he. We met when we
were cross ways on the bed. His hands grabbed me and pulled me towards his
mouth. I took him in my mouth. What had started so soft and gentle was now
a raging passion.
         A sixty-nine wasn't perfect for either of us due to the difference
in height. His head and neck were stretched as far as he could while mine
was ducked down against my chest as much as possible. That still meant that
he had to bend my cock down further than would be considered ideal. It
didn't matter. We both wanted each other so badly that unless there had
been extreme agony we would do the best we could.
         By now both of us were panting and groaning and we each had to
stop frequently to catch a few breaths. We would gasp a few breaths in and
go right back down on the other. I was sucking and tonguing as hard as I
could between those few breaths and so was he. It didn't take much
longer. I felt him tense and lunge and about that time so did I. I
swallowed the first few jets and had to get more air. I couldn't seem to
catch my breath through my nose. I was panting like a runner after a hard
race. I pulled my head back and gasped a few quick breaths. He continued
shooting and it splattered all over my face. I went back down on him but it
was almost over. A couple of halfhearted spurts and he was done. So was
I. I felt like I had just finished a marathon. I was sweating like a horse
after a race and panting like a dog on a hot summer day. My mind was in
such a whirl I couldn't figure out what to do. I wanted to kiss him or hold
him but I was so weak I couldn't even move. God I loved him. My heart was
pounding so hard I thought it would burst.
          We just lay there for a while, each trying to catch our breath
and unwilling to let the other slip from our respective mouths. I gently
tried to suck a little more of his delightful fluid into my mouth. I could
feel him doing the same to me.  We both just lay there covered in sweat and
panting and slowly going soft in the other's mouth.
         When my breathing returned to normal I let his cock slip from my
mouth and slowly pivoted around and got us straightened up in the bed. I
started to lick his face clean and he did the same for me. When we were
both cleaned up he just cuddled up in his favorite position with his left
thigh on top of mine and his foot between my legs, his head on my shoulder
and chest as tight against me as he could get.
         I kissed the top of his head. "Love you," I whispered.
         "Love you too."
         To be continued.