Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 10:28:00 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Sixteen

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	I Love Corey, Chapter Sixteen



          Oh how I hate to get up in the morning. Unfortunately the alarm
clock doesn't seem to feel the same way. To top it off, Corey was draped
all over me and I couldn't reach the damned thing to shut it off. I finally
managed to crawl out from under him and find the off button. I brutally
assaulted that off button and was rewarded with silence. Corey kind of
whimpered and curled up in a ball after my assault of that damned clock. I
couldn't help it. I just lay there looking at him. I knew I should get up
and take a shower but he looked good enough to eat laying there still
asleep. After a few minutes I got up and got the morning routine under way.

It was a pretty normal day. In fact the rest of the week was pretty
normal. We managed to win our game on Thursday and only had three more
games to go in league play. Corey went to his mother's house on Thursday
night like he normally did and the only thing out of the ordinary was
Friday afternoon.

When we got home Friday, Mrs. Smelling from the Children's Services
Department showed up to inspect the house. It seems the judge wanted an
evaluation before he ruled on my petition for joint guardianship of
Corey. She wanted to surprise us so she could get a better idea of what was
normal.

We'd only been home about twenty minutes when she showed up and I was just
starting to fix dinner. Bob Asher was coming over to eat with us and give
Corey another lesson but wasn't scheduled to be here for about an
hour. Corey was in his room working on his lessons and I was in the kitchen
getting things going for dinner. Needless to say her arrival brought about
instant panic. All I could think about was that I hoped there was nothing
incriminating lying around. I couldn't think of anything but that didn't
mean that there wasn't anything.

I was right in the midst of starting some spaghetti sauce so I continued
while she asked questions. I kept thinking she looked familiar but it took
me a while to place her. I eventually remembered that her daughter had been
in one of my classes a couple of years ago. When I asked about Debbie, (her
daughter) that slowed the process down. We had to stop and talk about
Debbie and all kinds of things. I finally got the sauce cooking and invited
Mrs. Smelling and her family to join us at dinner. She agreed and left
briefly to get her daughter and husband but not until she had taken a look
at Corey's room. From the length of time she was in there with him I
figured she was asking him some questions. All I could do was worry and
hope he didn't make any mistakes and give us away.

She finally came out to go get her family and since she was smiling and
friendly to me yet I concluded Corey hadn't said anything wrong or given
her any reason to suspect our real relationship. She got back with her
family just before Bob showed up.

I started to introduce Bob to the Smellings but soon learned that was not
necessary as they attended the same church and were friends. I'm sure Bob's
presence relaxed all of us and helped the conversation flow more
freely. Debbie was now a very nice young lady and Art Smelling turned out
to be one of those people who is at ease among people and knows how to make
them feel the same way. We all had a great time visiting and reminiscing
about some of our earlier experiences and escapades. Both Debbie and Corey
appeared to get a kick out of hearing about some of the bone headed things
we all did when we were young. What I had thought would be a chore turned
out to be a very enjoyable evening. The only drawback was that somehow
Corey's art lesson got lost for the evening. Bob promised him he would be
over tomorrow night to make up for it. As he was leaving he confided that
the free dinner had a little to do with his offer to make up the
lesson. The Smellings and I both laughed over that confession with Judy
Smelling telling him she thought he ought to grow up and learn to cook. He
just laughed and said that he was the only one he knew who could burn the
water while trying to fix hardboiled eggs.

As we were standing in the driveway saying goodbye to each other Vern
showed up. I introduced him to the Smellings and asked him what was on his
mind. He started telling me he had an offer for one of the tools we'd
acquired and immediately Art became interested. We all walked over to
Vern's shop and the next thing I knew Vern and Art were busy discussing
woodworking. After a few minutes Judy told Art to call when he wanted to
come home as she and Debbie were leaving. Vern said he would take him home
when they were done so with that Corey, Bob and I went to my house and
Debbie and Judy went to their home and Vern and Art were busy in his
shop. All in all a very nice evening.



         Bob soon headed home and a short while later it was time for Corey
and me to go to bed. It was one of those nights when we just wanted to
cuddle and love each other. There was no sex involved, just a little
kissing and lots of hugging and holding and talking to each other. We both
agreed that we enjoyed cuddling about as much as we enjoyed sex and, if for
some reason sex had to be eliminated, we would still be happy as long as we
could cuddle. After a lot of cuddling he finally started to fall asleep. I
was spooned up behind him and just relaxed, loving the feel of him in my
arms and the smell of his hair.  As I listened to his soft breathing all I
could think of was how lucky I was to have him to love and have his
love. As I softly kissed the back of his head I thought I had to be the
most blessed person in the world. I fell asleep with my love in my arms
while thinking it just doesn't get any better than this.

I woke up before Corey and for a change I wasn't about to burst. It was one
of those rare times when I could just lay there and watch him while he
slept. Sometime during the night he had turned over and I was able to look
at his face while he slept. It had been a while since I had really looked
at his face and I was struck at how he had changed since I first met
him. His face no longer had that pinched look it had when I first saw
him. A good diet had caused him to lose it and now he could be considered
handsome. His features were delicate but not in a feminine way. He would
never be a model of raw masculinity but instead would probably be that
which all model agencies sought but rarely found, what might be called
classis good looks. He was growing like a weed and already most of the
clothes that fit him, when he first started coming over to my house, were
getting too small. I decided that we should probably go shopping for new
clothes and I could also get the porn magazines for Jason. It was only
about eighty miles to an area that offered a lot more choice in that
department.

I sighed and kissed him softly a couple of time wondering if that would
cause him to wake up. I was well rewarded. The first thing that happened
was a little smile started playing across his face followed by his eyes
slowly opening and those vivid blue eyes looking right at me. A big smile
followed and suddenly he jumped out of bed with his morning woody and
headed for the toilet. By now my bladder was in dire need of relief so I
joined him. That was followed by a shower with a lot of playing
around. I'll have to admit that showering with Corey is one of the greatest
experiences in my life. The best part is it is just as much fun each and
every time we do it. Neither of us has to get off. Just rubbing soap onto
each other and the touching that accompanies it is wonderful. There are
certain places on his body that when I touch, seem to writhe under my
fingers. He just feels so alive and warm when I touch him. I know that it
would be a lot faster if we would take separate showers and it wouldn't
have required that I have a bigger water heater installed but I don't mind
either the cost or the time. Like that stupid commercial says, some things
are priceless.

After a simple breakfast of cereal, toast and juice we took off to go
shopping. It was eight forty-five and most of the stores we were interested
in opened at ten so it couldn't have worked out better.

When we got there it was one of those sunny, late fall days that are so
nice in Northern California and the mall looked clean and neat. They had
several stores that catered to upscale shoppers and I surprised Corey by
suggesting we start with one of them.

When the salesman started bringing out clothes, Corey started looking at
the price tags. I informed him that there would be none of that. He seemed
pretty tentative at first but after he picked out one shirt and said he
liked it, I asked the salesman if they had other colors in that style and
he brought out an armload. Soon we had eight shirts, six pair of pants,
along with new shoes and other miscellaneous items. It wasn't too bad, it
only set me back a little over eight hundred dollars. Then it was my turn
and I found a few things I really liked and that added another four hundred
to the total. We took it out to the pickup and headed back in to look for
jackets. We lucked out and found two nice ones on sale and that took care
of the clothes for a while.

By now it was lunch time and I was familiar enough with the town to know of
a good restaurant. We had lunch and talked about what else we should get
while we were shopping. I still had to get JJ's magazines but I really
didn't have anything else I needed to shop for. Corey wanted to look for a
few more art supplies so we hit an art supply store and he picked up a few
things he needed and then it was off to find the magazines.

Since I had never really shopped for that type of reading (well maybe
looking) material, it took a while to find a store that handled porn
magazines. When we finally found what we were looking for I was extremely
uncomfortable. I felt like a pervert while standing there trying to pick
out what I thought Jason would like and need for his quest to learn the
sexuality of his friend. It didn't help to have Corey next to me and I
finally had to ask him to leave. I just couldn't let anyone see me looking
at that type of `literature' with him close to me. It was just too
discomforting.

After he left for the pickup, I waited a while and just wound up grabbing
several that I hoped would do the job. I walked up to pay for them and I'm
sure my face was red as a fire engine when I handed them to the sales clerk
but she didn't even appear to notice the titles, only the prices. My god,
porn is expensive. She put them in a sack and gave me my change and I
bolted out the door. I vowed to myself not to get involved in something
like this again. It was just too embarrassing to me to even be seen in
public shopping for something like that. After this I vowed to myself that
I would go to the adult stores in San Francisco where they expect perverts
so I would not be so upset. Yes, I know it's odd that I could have the
relationship I did with Corey and still be so upset with the way I felt
about buying porn magazines but hey, man is not a logical animal. He just
likes to think he is.

It didn't help matters any that when I got back to the pickup Corey teased
me about being so embarrassed. I finally stopped that by handing him some
money and telling him I forgot one and he should go in and get it as he
needed to exercise his knee some more. His face immediately got red and
that was the end of the teasing. If one can dish it out one had better be
able to take it.

We headed home and Corey wanted to see the magazines. I'll admit I was kind
of curious. He got that shrink wrap off of them that they seem to use to
stop you from seeing what you are buying and started looking through
them. On the way back we stopped at a drive in and got a milkshake. While
we were sitting in the pickup waiting for it, and then drinking it, I
checked them out and agreed with his assessment. Out of seven magazines,
five were pretty good. One each of gay and straight were dogs in our
opinions. That left two gay and three straight that we considered
acceptable.

When we got to town we stopped and got groceries at Downie's. I was still a
little nervous and wondered if Mrs. Downie could see that I had been buying
porn by looking at me. She apparently couldn't and things were very normal
at the store. I picked up some nice looking t-bones for dinner. When
Mrs. Downie saw them she inquired why three instead of our usual
two. That's the way things are in a small town.  Nobody thinks anything of
asking personal questions as everyone considers almost everyone their
friend. I explained that Bob Asher was coming over for dinner and
Mrs. Downie grinned and said maybe she and her husband ought to come too. I
just laughed and told her that I had gotten the last of the steaks and if
she wanted to come over she would have to go cut some more. The next thing
I knew we were back in the meat cutting room and we exchanged the steaks I
had picked up for some porterhouses and the Downie's would be over for
dinner. That was fine with me as I liked both of them and besides, the
steaks looked marvelous.

When we were checking out I finally noticed that the steaks had no price on
them and protested. Mrs. Downie laughed and told me a home cooked meal was
worth the price of the steaks. I knew they both put in long hours at the
store and had just never given a thought to the fact that that would make
it difficult to do much cooking. I set the dinner time later than normal so
they could close the store and make it and we headed on home.

When we got home, Corey had a sandwich and some cookies which he said would
last him until our late dinner. When he left to put his new clothes away, I
started fixing some twice baked potatoes to go with the Steak Esterhazy I
was going to prepare. I also had some fresh string beans which I thought I
would fix with a little dill weed. Those things accompanied by some garlic
bread and a green salad would have to satisfy my guests. When the potatoes
were baking I looked through the wine cellar and picked out a good red wine
to go with it and placed it on the table to warm up to room
temperature. Things were now underway for dinner so I went and put my new
clothes away and then called Bob and told him about the change in dinner
plans. He said he'd be over about half past six for Corey's lesson.



          When Bob showed up, I fixed him a drink and he and Corey went to
Corey's room for the art lesson. I got the rest of the dinner ready and by
that time I figured Bob's drink needed refreshing so I fixed us each one
and took it to Corey's room. I was right, Bob's drink was empty and he and
Corey were in the middle of a discussion on how to represent perspective in
a picture and Bob was showing him. I had no desire to become an artist but
I found the lesson interesting. I sat and listened to the lesson until
about the time I thought the Downie's would arrive.

I wasn't far off as they showed up about ten minutes after I had returned
to the kitchen. I fixed them each a drink and when they learned Corey was
having an art lesson they went to his room to listen in.

I finished preparing dinner and when I was done I called them out of
Corey's room and we all sat at the table and I asked Bob to say the
Grace. Dinner turned out about as well as I can prepare it and we were all
eating and enjoying it when Corey commented on how well the wine I had
chosen went with the rest of the meal. I was so used to serving him wine
with our meals I had just put a glass at his place without even
thinking. Of course and empty wine glass needs to be filled so I had done
that when pouring never even giving it a thought. I froze trying to think
of what to say. Mrs. Downie saved the day by asking what there was about
the wine that made him say that. Corey and I had discussed the wines I
served with our normal dinners and he was quite knowledgeable about wines
for his age. He gave what I would consider a very good critique of the
wine. It seemed to impress Mrs. Downie that he would be able to correctly
give such an evaluation. When they finished I told them I had chosen it as
I thought the quality of the steaks deserved a good wine.

When it was finally late enough to send Corey to bed the guests decided it
was time for them to leave. Corey was off taking a shower so I walked Bob
and the Downie's out to their cars. Mrs. Downie complimented me on the
dinner again and then on what a change I had wrought in Corey.

"Sam, I just can't believe what a change you've brought about in Corey. I
remember the first time I met him and he was afraid to say more that two
words. Now he is not only willing to talk but can do so on a lot of
subjects. The change is amazing."

"I know Ellen (Mrs. Downie's first name). I just wonder how many other
young people are like he was and only need a little encouragement to come
out of their shells" I answered.

"I think maybe it took more than a little encouragement to bring him out"
she replied laughingly.

"Well, you know the old saying about a silk purse and a sow's ear. I
couldn't have done anything without the raw material."

"Well, my granddaughter says that several of her classmates are sure glad
that you got that counselor program through. She said one of her friends
told her he was glad he talked to you. He told her you had stopped him from
doing something stupid."

I wondered who she was talking about but knew it would do no good to
ask. "I'm glad the word is getting around about it. I hope it helps. The
trouble is what if we can't help. I think that's what I worry about the
most."

She put her hand on my arm. "Sam, you can't be perfect, all you can do is
your best. Knowing you, if that isn't good enough, I doubt that anybody
else can do better. Just keep trying."

I was surprised. She had never talked to me in the tone she was now
using. It was if she was trying to tell me something that she was unwilling
to put into words. There was an intensity there that was normally lacking.

We said our goodnights and I went back into the house. Corey was out of the
shower so it was my turn. Of course I could have used his or made him use
his own but somehow since we normally slept in my bed it just seemed proper
to use my shower. I suppose the fact that it had lots of room for both of
us and also had four shower heads had something to do with it. He was
drying off so I quickly stripped and jumped in. It didn't take long until I
was clean and dry and in bed with him.

Corey was in a loving mood. As I was getting into bed he grabbed me and
kissed me. That was all it took to get me going. He had me pinned to the
bed and was laying on me kissing me hungrily. I could taste him and
toothpaste. It was intoxicating. The wine with dinner had been as good as a
seventy dollar wine should be but I didn't have a way to put a price on the
taste of Corey. It seemed that every time we kissed it was a different
vintage. Sometimes there was a hint of toothpaste like tonight. Sometimes
it was all Corey. The one sure thing about his taste.  I could truthfully
say that I would never get enough of it.

It didn't seem to take all that much kissing and rubbing together until he
spun around and took me in his hot mouth. By that time I was so hungry for
him that even if he had tried to get away he would have failed. Grasping
him by the hips I drew him close enough to get my mouth around that part of
him I desired the most. He had leaked enough precum that there was plenty
to savor the taste. I was in heaven. Another night of vintage Corey.



           He'd grown a lot since the first time. If he kept growing at
this rate it wouldn't be long before I would have to deep throat him. Now
he could just jab the start of my throat. I pulled back while sucking so I
could taste him better. It's a shame we don't have more taste buds on the
back of our tongues.

By now he had his finger in me massaging my prostrate. I wondered if I
would be able to last until I got my finger in him.

He must have sensed how close I was as he stopped. I got a big gob of
saliva on my finger and working it around and slipped my finger in
him. When I touched the right spot I could feel him jerk and stiffen. I
paused.

By now we knew each other well. He was just about to go over the
edge. Neither of us wanted it over this quickly. We were both just frozen
in place waiting for the other to come back from the edge. I finally felt
his anus relax on my finger. It was time to start again.

It seemed like it turned into a contest, the object of which was to bring
the other as close and as slowly as possible to climax without the climax
and then stop. By now we were good at it. We each knew all the little signs
of the others impending climax. We knew just how far we could go without
going to far. Even so tonight was better than normal.

It took almost a half hour and involved coming to the edge five times
before we decided it was time. He didn't have to discuss it, we just knew
when it was time. All that time he kept leaking precum and I just kept
savoring the taste.

I know people who are addicted to things like chocolate or some other type
of candy. I was addicted to Corey. As far as I was concerned his taste was
better than candy and his appearance was a high grade of eye candy. To me
he was the best of both worlds, great tasting and very attractive. I refuse
to make any jokes about less filling. What more could one ask for in one
package. The fact that he had a nice personality was a bonus. I know, I'm
prejudiced. After all I'm in love with him. I was sure as time went along
the personality part would become the most valued part to me but It wasn't
what I fell in love with. It was that beautiful cock of his that I now had
in my mouth. The feel and taste of it was all it took to simply overwhelm
me with lust and love.

As we sucked and tongued each other over the edge I couldn't believe my
luck. Of all the people he could have fallen in love with he had chosen
me. Why I didn't know. All I could do was be thankful.

It was over and as we lay there trying to get ourselves under control I
felt a wave of love for him wash over me and fill my whole being. As soon
as I was able to move I turned and took him in my arms and kissed him. We
shared that which we had collected from the other. The contact and the
sharing seemed to bring a calmness to each of us and it wasn't long until
he was asleep in my arms. My heart was so full of love for him that I hoped
we both lived forever so I could hold him and love him for the same period
of time.

I fell asleep with the smell of him in my nose. It was such a nice
smell. It was always different after we had made love than it was
before. He developed a sort of musky smell afterwards. There was something
sexy about it and it filled me with a contentment that hastened my joining
him in dreamland.

To be continued...

Postscript: According to "The Word Lover's Dictionary" by Josefa Hiefetz,
firkytoodling means foreplay and callipygian means cute butt.  Therefore, I
hope your partner has a callipygian which you can fondle during your
firkytoodling.  Use those words in a few sentences and see what your
friends say.