Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 16:00:18 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Fifteen

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	I Love Corey, Chapter Fifteen

	I woke up happy and relaxed, not that I was alert mind you, but it
seemed like a good morning. It almost seemed a shame to have to go back to
work. I got the coffee going and grabbed the paper. Since I had beaten the
alarm clock by about twenty minutes, that would give me time to read part
of it before I had to wake Corey up for our showers and breakfast. He
groaned when I shook his shoulder but limped along behind me to the shower
for our usual morning ritual. I'd relieved my bladder when I awoke so I
started and adjusted the shower while Corey relieved his. We showered
together without much grab-ass. We both just seemed to be content. Last
night was awesome and neither of us felt the need to do anything sexual.
         After breakfast I left for the usual morning meeting while Corey
waited to catch the bus. This was the first time since his knee operation
that he would be catching the bus instead of riding with me and having to
wait until the classes finally started.
         It was the usual meeting, not much to talk about and not many
announcements but even if there wasn't much today, there were times when it
was important. Most of the time it was like today; we could have skipped it
and not missed a thing. It did give me time before class to talk to Frank
Davies, the shop teacher. I asked him if he would mind helping me put some
kind of value on most of the stuff we had unloaded at Vern's place. I
explained that we were going to sell some of it to get the price down to
what the Garvins could afford for Vern's birthday. Frank positively started
drooling over the thought of some of the tools we had hauled in. We agreed
to go to Vern's house tonight after dinner and go over things.
         Classes got started and things soon were back to normal. I had my
usual exuberant discussions going on about anything except math and when
the students weren't looking I slipped the necessary math lessons in by
showing them how you could use math to get a better idea of how things
related to each other. I tossed in a little about statistics and suddenly
the class was busy trying to understand statistics and probability theory
and how it might be used to predict voting patterns which was how the
discussion got started as this was an election year. As this was the most
advanced class I taught, I had all the best math students in it. I really
enjoyed challenging them plus it was such a turn on when I could see them
understand how it all fit together.
         Things were going along just like they should and soon it was time
for lunch. This was the time I was available to counsel students. It was
kind of a strange way to handle it in that I was in an office and any
student could come in and talk about anything or make an appointment for a
more serious session. So far I had been somewhat surprised at the number of
girls who had stopped by to talk. I had expected mostly boys but found
myself talking to about one third girls.
         Sometimes one student would come in and other times a group of
students. So far nothing very serious had come up but the program was just
getting off the ground and I hoped that soon the students would realize I
was there to help them with any and all problems. I guess today I got my
wish. Somehow it wasn't quite what I had expected.
         Jason James, otherwise know as JJ, a ninth grader stopped in and
asked if he could have an appointment to talk with me. After looking over
his and my schedules I issued him an appointment for the last period of the
day giving him a pass to give his band teacher and one for the hall. I kind
of wondered what he wanted to talk about but he made no mention of the
subject. The rest of the time went quickly with several students stopping
in to ask some questions about their studies and just generally visit. I
felt honored that a lot of the student body felt relaxed enough around me
to just stop in and visit. Sometimes we even told each other jokes but I
had to be careful not to use any off color ones and had to remind some of
the students that they should be careful of the same thing.
         The afternoon went quickly and soon it was time for Jason's
appointment. I had suggested using my coach's office as it was private and
had a couple of comfortable chairs. Also, there was the refrigerator with
soft drinks and all that helped make things more relaxed and easier to talk
about things. I had looked over his records and wondered what was on his
mind as he was a quiet student and didn't appear to have any problems. He
got fairly good grades and would turn fifteen shortly after the first of
the year.
         Jason showed up and after I gave him a soft drink I asked what was
on his mind. He seemed uncomfortable and started out several times but
couldn't seem to get it out. As I sat there watching him I could see he was
nervous and tense. He wouldn't meet my eyes.
         "Jason, I want you to remember what I've said before. I won't
reveal any thing you say here. I don't care what it is. I may try to
convince you to allow me to tell someone else but if you say no, that's the
way it is. It's your decision on whether or not what you have to tell me
goes any farther. I don't know if I can help you or answer any questions
you might have but I'll try my best. I won't bullshit you but I can't
guarantee I can help you. I hope I can but that is all I can promise. If it
would make it easier I'll face the other way and you'll just have to take a
chance and trust me if you want my help." With that I spun my chair around
and faced the wall.
         As I sat there staring at the wall I could hear him take a couple
of deep breaths. Finally he started to speak.
         "I'm gay."
         That was all he said. I just sat there looking at the wall. When
he said no more I finally decided I had to say something.
         "Is that your problem or is it something to do with being gay that
is the problem?"
         There was a pause and finally he started talking.
         "Umm... well... I... I, guess that's... ah... some of it... ummm,
but not all. I... ah don't know how to tell my... ah... folks... and
there's this boy, I umm... like... and," he finally trailed off into
silence.
          Now this was not what I expected. I had been ready for a lot of
things but somehow not this. I turned around and looked at him and noticed
he was blushing a bright red. I thought a while. Before I got around to
saying any thing he spoke again.
         "Please don't hate me. I'm sorry."
         "Easy JJ, I don't hate you and you have nothing to be sorry
for. I'm just trying to figure out how to help you." Somehow in all my
plans the thought of trying to counsel a gay student on something like this
hadn't even entered my mind. I'd been more concerned about things like
suicide, drugs, pregnancy and things like that. I guess that just shows I
was not really prepared to do this. I'd been so busy trying to get the
program that I had neglected to properly prepare myself. I hoped I wasn't
in over my head.
         "Well JJ, first off I wouldn't be so quick to label myself if I
were you. You may very well be gay but then again you may turn out to be bi
or straight. I think you are a little young to be totally sure of what you
are. Besides, for the sake of this discussion it really makes no
difference. I'm going to treat this as if you are correct and are truly
gay. Just remember that you may not be totally correct on this and don't be
afraid to change your mind if you discover things about yourself that cause
you to feel differently. Secondly, don't ever be ashamed of who or what you
are. If you turn out to be gay that's nothing to be ashamed of. It is just
a small part of who you are and nothing to be ashamed of. Yes I know a lot
of people think it is bad or wrong to be gay but they are the ones that are
wrong. The only things to be ashamed of are actions that you have done that
hurt people. Having said that, I would be somewhat cautious about telling
people about your sexuality though as some of them might decide to do some
things that are against the law and you could get hurt, not just physically
but in other ways. That isn't how it should be, but unfortunately that's
the way it is." I paused considering what to say next. I had just barely
met his parents so I really had no idea how they might react to having a
gay son. I decided to leave that part till last. "Tell me about the boy,
not who he is as that is something I don't need to know but are you friends
and have you known each other for a while?" God, I sounded like a pompous
ass; I hoped I could do better with the rest of this.
         His eyes never left the floor and I could see he was still
blushing and so tense and nervous he was about ready to explode. I wondered
if I would be able to calm him down and help him or if I had just screwed
up my visions for this program big time.
         He finally managed to choke out that the boy in question was a
friend and he had known him for quite a few years. Now the ball was in my
court.
         "Well JJ, I don't know quite how to handle this. The most I can do
is offer a suggestion and if you like the idea you can figure out how to
use it. As I see it, one of the big problems is that you don't have any
idea if your friend is gay. Is that correct?" He nodded. I continued. "If I
were faced with a similar situation I would first try to determine if he
was gay or at least not anti-gay. I think maybe one way to do that might be
to perhaps see if he might come over for an overnight or sometime when you
two might have some time alone. Then I might show him some porn magazines
or something like that because I am going to assume you guys talk about
wanting to make all the girls in the school. Now having some porn magazines
is not something that would ruin your reputation if he told anyone so that
shouldn't be a problem. If he was willing to look at them with you, then
you might say something like when you looked at them at night they made you
so horny you just had to masturbate." My God, my face was getting red. I
couldn't believe I was talking like this to anyone, especially a
student. "I assume you masturbate and I would imagine your friend does." I
paused. "Statistics say almost all males masturbate at some point in their
lives and I know at your age I did. After that you could try to see if he
would accept a joint or mutual masturbation session while looking at the
magazines."
         I don't know what was wrong; I hadn't been this embarrassed since
I was a virgin. I mean no one talks honestly about sex with anyone except
their partners. They brag to their friend and acquaintances about imaginary
conquests and stuff like that but rarely tell the truth at those
times. Here I was trying to talk to a student and I was making a mess out
of it. My face was red as a beet and I was losing all trains of thought and
didn't have any idea of what I should say next. I may have had some idea of
where I was going at one time but now all I could think of was how badly I
felt that I wasn't helping him and how much I was blushing. I didn't have
any idea of what to say next. I just knew I had to say something. Without
thinking I blurted out the next thing that popped into my head, notice I
didn't say mind as I think that had shut down.
         "God I couldn't get hard if I wanted too. I'm blushing so much
there isn't enough blood left to give a mosquito a hard-on."
         As soon as I realized what I had said I just froze. I had now
screwed things up beyond belief. I was trying to figure out how to
apologize when I heard a kind of snort, and then another followed by a
gasp. I glanced at Jason and could see his shoulders start to shake. Oh
God, I felt sick. I hadn't meant to hurt him in any way. All I wanted to do
was help him.
         About that time he started to giggle, and then he giggled some
more and he just couldn't seem to stop. It suddenly dawned on me how
ridiculous this whole thing sounded. I started to giggle too and almost
instantly we both dissolved in laughter. We couldn't seem to stop
laughing. Every time one of us would manage to stop laughing, we would look
at each other and start all over again. He finally held his hands up close
together and started spreading them apart like someone trying to show how
long a fish was and laughing hysterically.
         "Mosquito," he gasped.
         "If you ever say that word when someone else is around so help me
I'll fuckin kill ya" I managed to say between bursts of laughter.
         We sat there laughing for what seemed like forever but was
actually only about five minutes. We had both laughed so hard tears were
streaming down our faces. When things calmed down I threw him some tissues
and taking some myself we both wiped our eyes.
         The ice had been broken. After that things went a lot better. I
quit lecturing and we started talking with Jason asking questions and me
doing my best to answer them. I was no longer embarrassed and he didn't
seem to be either. We talked more about how to `test the waters' concerning
his friend and about being gay in general. I never told him I was but
managed to tell him quite a bit about it acting as though I had some gay
friends. That wasn't a lie although it was somewhat less than the
truth. During part of the conversation he mentioned he'd like to go to the
gay part of San Francisco.
         "You'd better wear iron shorts," I told him.
         He looked puzzled.
         "Look, I know who's hot. I don't care what sex they are. Take my
word for it, you are and if you show up there you'd have to beat admirers
off with a club." I giggled. "Maybe I phrased that poorly but you
understand what I mean."
         He started snickering and giggling again but at least this time we
didn't get out of control.
         "You really think so?" he asked while blushing.
         "I've been there and seen what some of them like. Yes, I know
so. Every chicken hawk in the city will be after you." I wasn't lying
either. He was about five foot seven with a pretty well defined body, a
bubble ass and a face that looked like the all American kid next door with
light brown hair and a cute grin. If he showed up in that area it would be
like the neighborhood bitch came in heat and all the male dogs in the area
were loose. Besides, I'd all ready noticed a bunch of girls looking at him
with that `look' in their eyes. Boy, were they going to be disappointed.
         "What's a chicken hawk?" he asked.
         "Well, if I understand it correctly, a chicken is a young gay
male, usually in his teens, and a hawk is someone older who likes young
boys. Something like that. There are some hawks that like their boys even
younger than you but most of them will follow you around like the pied
piper." Some might say I was describing myself but I didn't see it that
way. I just fell in love with Corey. It wasn't because he was young. It was
because of who he was. Somehow in my mind age never really entered into it
except to worry about what would happen if we were ever caught. I know it
sounds silly but that's the way I thought about it.  Besides, I'd never
even wanted any youth outside of Corey.
         We spent the rest of the period talking and somewhere along the
way I promised to get him a couple of porn magazines. When the period was
about over I told him I would try to figure out a way to sound out his
parents. I also suggested that if anyone inquired as to why he wanted to
talk to me, he might tell them he was curious about teaching and wanted to
ask me about it. I told him that should be a good cover. He surprised me by
saying he had been kind of thinking that maybe he would like to teach
school sometime. With a little more conversation the period was over and I
suggested he stop in next week and I should have his magazines and maybe
some idea of how to deal with the problem of telling his parents.
         As he was leaving I put an arm around his shoulder and, giving him
a little squeeze, told him to hang in there, things would work out. I was
surprised at his reaction. He looked up, and then wrapped his arms around
me, giving me a big hug while thanking me and telling me he was so glad he
had talked to me.
         "I was almost ready to run away or try suicide. I just didn't know
what to do or who to talk too. I just felt so alone and worthless," he
finished.
         I pushed him back until I could look him directly in the
eyes. "JJ, you gotta promise me something. Please don't do anything stupid
like running away and especially not suicide until you talk to me first. I
can't guarantee to solve your problems or make life perfect but I'll try to
help you. I know life isn't always perfect. Sometimes it really sucks but
you have to hang in there. As for worthless, I have no idea why you would
feel that way. You're a cute kid, get good grades, have a nice
personality. I'd be damned proud if you were my son." I hugged him again
and all of a sudden I could feel some of the tension leave him. I gave him
a big pat on the back and released him.
         He promised and with that he left to catch his bus. The team
started arriving for practice and things returned to the normal routine.

          One of the problems with being a teacher is you can't do a lot of
things that most anyone else can. Now I would have to go someplace out of
town and pick Jason up a couple of porn magazines. It had to be out of town
for two reasons. First, I couldn't let anyone think that a teacher would
buy that type of thing and secondly because no store in town stocked a very
good selection of that type of merchandise. I wanted to get him both some
hetro ones, for the plan, and a couple of gay magazines just for him. Ah,
the problems of having a reputation to uphold.
         Practice was about normal. There was the usual goofing off and
wisecracks and I was finally forced to make the team run a few extra laps
to take some of the cockiness out of them but all in all, not too bad. All
the time in the back of my mind I was working on how to solve Jason's
problems but it didn't interfere with the practice. It was just something
to think about.
         Practice was finally over and while Corey picked up and got the
laundry started I finished the paper work involving the team. If I could
just eliminate paper work, things would be so much better. I'd have a lot
more time to do things that accomplished something. About that time Vern
stuck his head in and asked me if I had a few minutes.
         "Sure Vern, what's on your mind?"
         "A couple of things Sam, starting with all that stuff in my shop."
         I laughed. "In regards to that, I thought I'd sell part of it and
the rest was your birthday present from your family. Actually, the table
saw was supposed to be for your birthday and it got a little out of hand."
         "A little out of hand? Do you know that if I went to buy all that
stuff it would cost over twenty thousand dollars?"
         I was surprised. I knew it was a good buy but didn't have any idea
how good. "You really think so?"
         "I know so. In fact the only thing I don't know is just how much
more it would cost."
         "Well, I asked Frank Davies to come over tonight after dinner and
give me an idea of how to sell some of it and about how much to ask for
it," I answered.
         Vern sat there thinking about that a short while. "Well, you've
got Nancy all riled up. You're going to have to do something."
         I grinned. "Make wild passionate love to her. That ought to take
her mind off of it for a while."
         Vern chuckled. "Like five seconds maybe. You know Nancy."
         About that time Corey limped in and going over to the refrigerator
got a Coke.
         "What else is on your mind?"
         All of a sudden Vern was serious. Normally we kind of joked and
kidded each other but by the change in expression I knew this was going to
be something that should be treated differently. Before he got around to
saying anything I nodded at Corey and looked at the door silently asking
Vern if he wanted him to leave. A slight shake of the head indicated no.
         Corey turned around and asked if we wanted anything to drink. Vern
asked if I had any coffee made. I'd made a pot for when Jason was here and
most of it was still in the pot. Corey grabbed the perk and another cup and
poured Vern and me a cup and returned the perk to the counter. It was a
little stale but not too bad.
         "What are we going to do about the Scouts?" Vern started out.
         "Christ, I don't know. I'd hoped those idiots in control of the
Scouts would have wised up by now. I kept hoping they'd come to their
senses and quit discriminating but no such luck. Not only that, it doesn't
look like there will be any change soon."
         "Shit Sam, we both work for the school district and there's a
strict no discrimination policy and that puts us in an awkward position."
         "Yeah, I know. The worst part of it is they do a lot of good and
we both know that. Kind of like throwing the baby out with the bathwater to
kick them off the school grounds and to resign. The only thing is, that
looks like where it will wind up. I've written a bunch of letters and I
know you have too and all we get for answers is the usual bullshit."
         Vern and I just sat there drinking our coffee and thinking while
Corey finished with his notes on the team at the computer.
         "You know Vern, it's not all bullshit to them. I mean, maybe they
have something to their argument. I'm sure they think their right. Probably
some of them are homophobes but my guess is the majority of them think they
are ruling this way to protect the boys. I mean I know their wrong but I
can almost understand their line of reasoning. Being gay doesn't necessary
make you a pedophile but I suppose a pedophile male who goes after boys is
technically gay. They've had a few bad apples and I suppose their trying to
protect everyone. The problem is, what about the married pedophile. Is he
automatically gay? As I see it, the problem is pedophiles, not gays. How in
the hell do we solve that?"
         I felt weird. Here I was, talking about pedophiles and I was
one. The only thing was, I didn't think of myself that way. Sure, that
first time with Corey I had, but as Corey and I had grown to love each
other more and more, I no longer saw myself in that light. I wasn't really
sure how to look at myself now. The whole thing was confusing. Like a lot
of other things there was no clear answer. If you went strictly by law I
was. However, the law, as we all know, is somewhat imperfect. He'd been in
desperate need of someone and I guess I had been too, only I hadn't known
it. We each seemed to fill an emptiness in the others life. His grades were
up, he was starting to fill out, and he was making some friends and seemed
a lot happier. Was I wrong to be in his life? He needed love and I suppose
I did too. I'd lain awake many nights, watching him while he slept and
thinking about this very subject. I still didn't have an answer. I just
knew I loved him and wanted to protect him and make him happy. If he found
someone else to love, I would accept that. I'd still try to help him. I
don't say it wouldn't hurt but, if that's what he wanted, I'd accept
it. Sure I enjoyed the sex but I could get along without it. I just
couldn't get along without Corey.

          "The one I have the most trouble following is their line of
reason with the religious thing. What difference does it make whether a
scout or leader believes in God or the earth or whatever? As I see it, any
boy that is interested should be able to join. All the rest is just
bullshit. You know as well as I do that there have been more horrible
crimes committed in the name of various religions than almost any other
reason."
         "Shit Sam, I don't know how to solve it either. I just know the
school board meeting is next Monday and the Scouts are on the agenda. I
know I'll be called on to speak as I'm the Scoutmaster and I expect you
will because you always seem to be called on. Besides, you're always
helping out. You might just as well be an assistant scoutmaster."
         I was sure Vern was right. I don't know why but at those meetings
I always got called on one way or the other. I was also sure that most of
the people that lived in this area had heard a lot more of me than they
wanted to. Even when I tried to keep from expressing my opinion, someone
would manage to call on me and before it was over I'd have to not only
express my opinion but defend it. Several times I'd tried to avoid doing so
but they never seemed to give up. If it wasn't the school board or my
colleagues, it would be someone who thought I might support their
position. They weren't always right in that respect but they kept calling
on me none the less.
         "Well Vern, I guess we'd better figure out what were going to
say. I know I'm going to have to speak against the Scouts. I just hope I
can do it in a manner that doesn't inflame anyone or cause problems. God I
wish there was a way to solve this."
         After that neither of us could think of any thing to add to our
discussion so telling Vern that I would be over when Frank showed up, I
gathered up my stuff and Corey and I headed home. I figured that we
wouldn't have much time for dinner so I stopped and got a pizza for us. The
pizza along with a salad would have to do for tonight. Corey didn't seem
disappointed. The fact that he loved pizza might have had something to do
with that.
         I was right. Frank Davies showed up just as we were finishing the
pizza. After a cup of coffee and some BS, Corey said he had homework and
wanted to practice his art lesson so Frank and I went over to Vern's house.
         This was the first time any of us had really looked at
everything. All of us had been so busy hauling and loading and unloading
that we really had no idea of what all was there. Frank got positively
ecstatic when he found a couple of large boxes full of old wood
planes. When we unwrapped them, we saw there were index cards with the
model and date of manufacture with each one. I didn't know people collected
things like that but Frank said he had a friend who was a collector and
asked if he could get him to take a look at them and give us some idea of
their worth. I told him to go ahead. He pulled out his cell phone and
called his friend and then asked if we would be able to show them in thirty
minutes. We said sure so he told his friend to come on over and see
them. When he got off the phone we got back to the other stuff.
         One of the items that we had hauled over was a metal lathe and a
bunch of stuff for it. Frank asked if we might consider selling it to the
school district. That took more phone calls and by the time the dust had
settled we agreed to sell the lathe and tooling for two thousand dollars to
the school district. He said that the school had budgeted ten thousand for
it but had been unable to come up with a new one for that price that had
that enough tooling. We decided to let it go that cheap, although Frank
insisted it was worth far more, as we knew the kids would get good use out
of it. Both the middle school and the high school shared the industrial
building for classes so both would benefit from it.
         As we were looking at some of the other items Frank's friend
showed up. If I had thought Frank was happy over the lathe, his friend
almost swooned over the planes. Several of them he handled like they were
delicate china and he was afraid he might break them. While he was looking
at the two boxes we had found, Vern discovered another large box with more
planes in it. All told there were thirty seven Stanley's and some Record's
and a bunch that I had never even heard the name of before like Norris,
Sargent, D.R. Barton and others.  When he told us the collection was easily
worth over five thousand dollars, we were stunned. He offered to help us
sell them by getting in touch with some collectors he knew. We agreed to
take pictures and make a list to send to those who were interested and
decided to let them bid on them. By that time it was getting late so we all
agreed to go home and work on this some other night.
         Corey was just getting ready for bed when I got home. He was in my
bedroom folding back the covers when I walked in and joined him. I helped
him and then we went into the bathroom and brushed our teeth. After a joint
pee we went to bed and then the fun started.
         For some reason we were both in a giggly mood. Neither of us could
seem to stop touching the other and then giggling about it. One time he
would have his hands on my cock and the next time I would have my hands on
his. Along the way the bed seemed to be getting trashed. We probably should
have been on top of the covers but it seemed like more fun under them. The
next thing we knew we were crawling around under the covers trying to get
the proper hold of the other one and laughing like hyenas. Needless to say
we were laughing so hard our grasping and grouping were somewhat less than
effective. Every time one of us would get a hold of the other we would
laugh so hard the other one would get away. I finally managed to get a hold
of him and crawl on top so he couldn't escape. Since I was a lot bigger and
stronger I finally had captured him. I think he was tired of trying to get
away anyway. I wouldn't be surprised that this was his plan from the start.
         I looked into his blue eyes and I could feel myself getting lost
in them. I don't know what there was about his eyes except when I looked
into them, all my thoughts seemed to go away and I was just there, looking
at him. No matter what had been bothering me or occupying my mind, those
eyes washed it all away and all that was left was love for him. When I
looked into them, sometimes it hurt so much that it felt like I was being
squeezed to death. I don't know how I would survive if I could no longer
have him. He was my son, my friend, my lover, all the things I needed to
make me whole, to make my life wonderful and to give me a reason to go on
living. I just couldn't understand how I had managed to survive before he
came into my life. The best part of the whole thing was that warm feeling
that would come over me after that squeezed feeling. It was like the whole
world started to sing and everyone was happy.
         I slowly lowered my head and kissed him. There was no way I could
ever tell him how much I loved him but I hoped that I could somehow show
him. Another gentle kiss and our tongues started exploring. I felt his
tongue enter my mouth and I gently sucked on it. It had the taste of
toothpaste and Corey, that taste that was his alone and the one that could
drive me over the edge. He wasn't the first person I had ever kissed but
his was the first taste I had ever fallen in love with. That and his
smell. Sometimes I felt I could live the rest of my life on nothing more
than his smell and taste.
         We continued to kiss, swapping spit and enjoying each other. I was
starting to get hotter and judging by the way Corey was breathing and
kissing so was he. I could feel his cock which was now hard as a rock
pushing against my stomach. He started to thrust against me and all of a
sudden the temperature seemed to go up about twenty or thirty degrees. My
pulse wasn't far behind.
         Corey gave a quick push and suddenly I was on my back with a hot
squirming boy all over me. He was kissing me and lying on top of me and his
cock was trying to bore a hole in my abdomen. He was enough shorter than I
was that I suddenly found my erection sticking up between his thighs with
the head of it just grazing his pucker. He kept thrusting against me and
squeezed his legs together and my precum, which was streaming out, started
lubricating his crack. We kept kissing and it didn't take long until our
thrusts were in time. By now he had leaked enough precum to add to our
sweat so that his cock was sliding between our abdomens almost like it had
been greased. My cock had done the same thing with his crack and the
sensation of it sliding up and down his crack seemed to set every nerve in
my body on fire.
         I tried to get him to slow down to make it last but he was having
none of that. As we continued to kiss and thrust I could hear him groan
each time he gasped a breath. There was another sound that seemed to be a
growl and I suddenly realized that I was making it.
         I wanted this to last forever but knew I was rapidly approaching
the end. By now the sweat was pouring off of both of us and we were panting
and growling at each other. He had his arms around my neck and suddenly it
felt like he was trying to pull my head off. His body arched and he started
pumping his seed out between us. That was too much for me and I went over
the edge.
         After five or six strong thrusts he just collapsed on me. He just
lay there panting. As my breathing slowly returned to normal I started
kissing him again. This time it was just gentle little kisses and a little
gentle licking to remove the sweat that was still running off his face.

          I finally reached over and grabbed the towel that we kept beside
the bed and started wiping him down. When I had wiped all I could with him
on me, I gently rolled him off and worked on his front. A few sighs and a
couple of kisses and soon he drifted off to sleep. I cleaned my self up and
after throwing the towel down beside the bed, moved over and wrapping my
arms around him joined him in dreamland.
         To be continued...