Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 03:58:43 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Seventeen

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        	In this chapter you will learn my basic position on the Boy
Scouts of America. I was a Scout when I was young and have many fond
memories about it. I feel that they have made a mistake in their policies
and when you have finished this chapter you will know why. Whether you
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	I Love Corey, Chapter Seventeen.
         I love Sunday mornings. I mean how much better can things
get. Here I was, lying on my back, and this hot, sexy, cute boy was making
love to me. It just doesn't get any better than this.
         The first thing I realized when I finally started to wake up
enough to notice anything was that Corey was nibbling on my nipple. Oh God,
it felt good. I was panting in anticipation before I was fully awake. Like
I said, it just doesn't get any better than this. It didn't take him long
to discover my heightened awareness. I suppose the fact that my cock sprang
to attention might have given him a clue that I was ready to do more than
just let him have his way with me. Come to think of it, maybe I should just
let him. I'm sure I'd enjoy it.
         I couldn't resist. I could see his cock bobbing there, not over a
foot or so from my face. He was on his hands and knees and that beautiful
cock was just pointing right at me. It was nice and hard and as it bobbed
there I just knew I needed it. I could see a little precum oozing out and
just waiting for me to lick it off. My mouth started watering in
anticipation of the taste. Have I mentioned that I consider the taste of
Corey to be about the best thing I have ever experienced? Well I haven't
got time to talk about that, not when that cock is in my sight and has the
blob of precum waiting for me.
         I reached out and putting my hand on his leg started drawing him
towards me. He knew what I wanted and obliged me by swinging his hips
toward my face while his tongue and mouth headed down my body to that part
of me that was now begging for attention and release. When his hips were
close enough I picked him up and placed him astraddle of my body. God, he
was getting heavier. When I first met him I could pick him up effortlessly
but now I had to work a little to accomplish the same. No matter, we were
now able to suck each other.
         I took him in my mouth and just lay there savoring the taste. I
felt his hot mouth engulf me. I could feel his tongue rubbing and exploring
my now throbbing cock. I knew if he didn't quit that we would have to take
a brief break while I reloaded. He didn't seem in any mood to slow down so
I just started doing my best to bring him off. After all, we had plenty of
time before church to reload several times. If it got desperate we could
even skip breakfast.
         I don't know which of us reached climax first. All I knew is that
we seemed to finish at the same time. After a few kisses and sharing our
respective rewards, we just held each other for a while. Like I said, this
is just about the best way to wake up I know.
         Suddenly both of us seemed to become aware of the fact that it was
now time to relieve our bladders or there would be very wet bed. Since that
seemed less than desirable we headed for the toilet. When we had finished I
just looked at him until he looked up. I glanced at the shower and then at
the bed. He just grabbed my hand and led me back to the bed. Oh boy, more
fun in bed and then there was always the fun and games in the shower. It
was shaping up to be a very good morning.
         Somewhat later (all right, quite a bit later) showered and dressed
and sexually sated, we headed for the kitchen.
         "I set the sourdough starter last night. Do hotcakes sound good?"
         "Yeah, got any sausage to go with them?" Typical teenager, always
hungry.
         "I thought you just had all the sausage you needed."
         He just looked at me with a deadpan expression. "I hate to tell
you this but while it definitely tastes great, it's less filling." We both
burst into laughter.
         With that we started breakfast. I started the grill warming up and
then formed the sausage patties and Corey dug out the press and started on
the orange juice. It seemed like every time I turned around I had to buy
another crate of oranges.
         I've got one of those commercial ranges in the kitchen. It's got a
thirty-six inch griddle and six burners over double ovens. The damn thing's
six feet long but boy is it nice to cook hotcakes on. I'd even bought one
of those batter drop things like they use in restaurants use so the
hotcakes are all the same size. As luck would have it Vern and his boys
dropped in before I started cooking.
         "Oh boy, sourdoughs" were the first words out of Fred's mouth. I
could see Mike and Vern's eyes light up. I just grabbed some more sausage
and formed some more patties.
         "Nancy starving you guys again?"

         "Not really, she had to go to her mother's and help plan her baby
sister's wedding" Vern replied. "I thought you might have something better
than I'd cook."
         The thought went through my mind that based on his cooking in
scout camp, that was probably a good bet. I swear, if it wasn't for his
wife and me, those three would starve to death.
         "What about dinner, shall I figure on you guys too?"
         "No, I thought we'd take you and Corey out to dinner and then to
that new movie the boys want to see." That sounded like a plan. The griddle
was almost hot enough so I started the sausage patties cooking in a frying
pan and also started mixing up the hotcakes. In the meantime Corey had
enough juice squeezed and he and Vern's boys started setting the table. By
now they had done that enough times there was little wasted motion amongst
them. We all continued to chat while I cooked. When the sausage patties
were almost done I started the eggs and as soon as I had a pan full
cooking, I loaded the griddle with hotcakes. It holds twenty-four and with
this crew it would take more than one loading. I served up the first load
and they disappeared like, well like hotcakes.
         I finally got everyone filled up and the boys started cleaning up
the kitchen while Vern and I drank coffee. By the time the kitchen was
clean and the dishes in the dishwasher, it was time to go to church. Vern
and his boys decided to go with us so they left to change into more
appropriate clothes and soon we all headed off to get our weekly (all
right, so we don't go every week) dose of religion. After church Corey and
I headed home to do the usual weekly laundry and household chores. We had
one other thing we needed to do. Corey loved apple butter on his hotcakes
and I'd gotten a box of apples and we needed to get started on them. So
after cleaning the house and getting the laundry started we then started
peeling apples. It wouldn't be done tonight but maybe by tomorrow night it
would be.
         We had the apple butter cooking and the rest of the chores done
when Vern and company showed up for our evening out. Dinner was excellent
and the movie was one of those action things in which they killed way too
many people and the bad guys always waited their turn at the hero but the
boys enjoyed it so I guess I can't complain. In some cases the bad guys
even bowed to the hero. Can you imagine that happening in real life?
         When we got home I opened the oven to check on the apple butter
and decided it couldn't stand cooking all night so I turned it off for the
evening. I'd finish it tomorrow after school. After our activities that
morning and the lateness of the hour, neither of us needed anything more
than several kisses and some cuddling before we fell asleep.
         Nothing really happened Monday except I managed to get the
magazines to JJ. It was just one of those days that everything went like
normal, nothing to talk about. I did get the apple butter done and in its
jars.
         Tuesday was different. It was normal until the school board
meeting. Now a normal meeting might have, at the most, a couple dozen
spectators but tonight was different. When Vern and I and the boys got
there the place was packed and we were early. Looking at the crowd Vern
suggested moving it to the auditorium and that's what happened. By the time
it was called to order there must have been over two hundred fifty people
there. It was pretty obvious that there were a lot of strong feelings about
the Scouts.
         The meeting was called to order and the minutes read and the other
usual stuff. Finally they got to business. Mr. Downie announced that it was
now time to take up the question of the Boy Scouts recruitment on the
school grounds and their use of school facilities. He then called upon the
representative the Boy Scouts had sent to answer the board's questions. I
thought Mr. Markum, the representative, did an excellent job of presenting
the Scouts position but unfortunately it directly conflicted with state
policy. Policy stated that no public entity (i.e. the school district) was
to permit any organization to meet on or use any taxpayer funded facilities
or property to promote or conduct meetings upon if they in any way
discriminated against any group of people based upon race, religion or
sexual orientation. That didn't leave anyone a lot of wiggle room. When
Mr. Downie read and explained state policy, that set off the fireworks.
         A minister of one of the local churches had organized a large
number of his congregation and they were there and very vocal. They
insisted that the school board ignore state policy and allow the Scouts
full and free access to the facilities. When Mr. Downie tried to explain
that he would be unable to do that, they became very outspoken and some of
the language became less than civilized. Words like faggot and godless and
heathens flew along with a certain amount of profanity. That's something I
have never understood. Why is it that one of the commandments says thou
shalt not take the Lords name in vain but some of those who profess to be
His stoutest believers and defenders feel they are permitted to do so as
long as they direct the words at those whom they consider to be wrong?
         Normally these meetings only lasted between forty-five minutes and
an hour but this one was now an hour and a half old and showed no signs of
ending. Not only that, normally those in attendance accorded the speakers
with the common courtesy of remaining silent while someone spoke even
though they might disagree with the speaker. Not tonight. That minister and
his congregation felt that they had the right and duty to boo and try to
drown out anyone they disagreed with. By now the whole thing was barely
under control. Finally, in one of the rare moments when it was quiet,
Mr. Downie called upon me. Oh well I thought, here goes nothing.
         "Before I begin to address the issue I would like to take a minute
to make some observations. I'm appalled that certain members of the
audience seem to feel it is their right and privilege to exhibit extremely
poor manners and try to drown out speakers when they are talking." There
were a large number of boos and catcalls about that time. I just waited
until they finally were quiet before I continued. I looked Reverend
Langston right in the eye. "Reverend Langston, I call upon you to ask the
members of your congregation to allow people to speak. I'm sure their and
your parents taught each of you better manners and I'm equally sure your
mothers would be ashamed of you." Boy that set them off. I just continued
to stare directly at the Rev. Langston. It took close to five minutes
before silence returned. "If you want to talk you had better allow me the
same privilege as I have the floor and I won't talk while you yell" more
yelling and booing "and the sooner I am allowed" more booing, "to talk the
sooner I will be done." I continued to stare at the Reverend and finally he
seemed to get the message. He stood and asked the members of his
congregation to please remain silent until each speaker had finished. He
was red faced and I was sure I had made an enemy but the whole thing had
gotten out of hand. Apparently I had shamed him into acting. I continued,
"Thank you Rev. Langston. I now call upon all of the rest of you to follow
the reverend's example and practice good manners for the rest of the
meeting. If we all do so then the meeting will be over much quicker and all
of us who have something to say will be able to do so."  At least there
were no outbursts of disapproval this time.
         "I'm placed in an awkward position. I was a Scout when I was young
and thoroughly enjoyed it. When I got a job at this school I met Vern
Garvin, the Scoutmaster. I soon began to help him with the local troop. I
think the Scouts have much to offer young people and I support their
goals. There are many adults who now practice many of the lessons they
learned in the Scouts with good effect. I sincerely hope I'm one of
them. However, I'm now faced with a problem. My parents taught me not to
discriminate and that is unfortunately now the problem. An organization
which I have held in the highest regard is now practicing something I can't
approve of. Not only that, in order to retain my job I'm faced with doing
something that gives me a great deal of personal sadness. I'm forced to
conclude the Boy Scouts of America are guilty of practicing discrimination
against boys both for religious beliefs or lack thereof and for their
sexuality. I think the worst part of this is that I feel that it would be
in the best interests of both the Scouts and those whom they have chosen to
exclude from their ranks to end this policy. Who says that someone who
doesn't believe in God can't learn many of the lessons that the Boy Scouts
teach. I think they can and I think they would be better people for it. I
also think that the members of the troop would benefit from contact with
such people. It would teach them tolerance for those who sometimes have
other beliefs. The same holds true for those of different sexual
orientation. In both cases I feel the knowledge gained by each of these
groups about the other would be beneficial to all. It's a cold hard fact
that atheists and homosexuals exist. We're all aware of the grave
injustices and sometimes violence done to some of those people. It is my
personal opinion that acts like that would be less likely to occur if
people were better acquainted with each other. It is with great sadness
that I now have to announce that I will no longer be able to assist the
Scouts and I also have to recommend that the school district inform the
Scouts that they will be unable to allow them to use school facilities
until such policies are changed. Thank you for allowing me to address you."
         The Rev. Langston now claimed the floor. He started in with a
personal attack on me.
         "Coach Lofton, do you consider yourself a Christian?"
         "Yes Reverend, I do."
         "If you don't change your ways you'll burn in hell!"
         "Says who?"
         "I do."
         Now I was mad. I knew I had already made an enemy so there didn't
seem to be any reason to hold back. Plus, he had made a mistake. I decided
to go on the offensive.
         "Reverend, why is it that I'm going to burn in hell?"
         He started spouting off about all the places in the Bible where it
condemns homosexuals. I listened and when he ran down I started in.
         "I notice you make reference to various passages in the Old
Testament, primarily Leviticus. Does that mean you believe all of the Old
Testament?  That it is the word of God and we need to obey it as such?"
         "Yes I do."
         I couldn't believe he could make such a mistake. He walked right
into a trap. "Well then, I guess you must believe in ritual sacrifice, in
not eating pork, in not eating shellfish and in polygamy among other
things. Those things are all espoused in various places in the Old
Testament. Of course I don't know how you manage to reconcile those
teachings with the ham dinner you had to raise money for your church last
month? Besides, you've just said that I'm going to burn in hell. Who
appointed you the judge? I thought we would be judged at the Second Coming
of Christ. I don't recall any passage in which there was to be a judge
appointed by God in the interim. Of course you may be God but so far you
haven't bothered to let anyone know."
         If looks could kill I would be dead and I'm sure it would have
been a slow painful death. His face was bright red and he looked like he
was ready to come after me. About that time someone started to laugh. Rev
looked over at that person and then others joined in. If any thing he got
even redder in the face. I figured I'd better try to diffuse the situation
somewhat.
         "Look Reverend Langston, I know you don't believe those things and
I said them, not to ridicule you, but to point out that one can't always
take the Bible literally. There are too many places where the word of God
has been passed down word of mouth for many generations and even after it
was in written form, the language has changed and it has been translated
out of its original language. As for my own beliefs, I believe God created
man in his own image. If God created men, I just can't believe he would
create some and then leave them no chance at salvation.  Further, Jesus
never spoke on the subject of sexuality.  At least it isn't mentioned.  He
did teach that we should love one another.  Besides, this isn't about
either yours or my religious beliefs. This is about the law of the
land. Someplace in the bible it says render unto Caesar that which is
Caesar's and render unto God that which is God's. In this case it is
Caesar's laws and not God's laws we are talking about."
         I looked around and observed that I had managed to convince even
some of his followers with the part about Caesar's law. Rev seemed to
notice it too. Things seemed to calm down and people got to speak their
piece. Finally everyone had said all they wanted to and Vern had resigned
in public. I suggested that both Vern and I would be more than willing to
help anyone who wanted to take over as Scoutmaster and hoped that the
district wouldn't object to that. The school board agreed to that provided
it didn't go on too long and finally Mr. Downie got the meeting closed. All
in all it was a very depressing meeting. One other thing that bothered me
was that JJ's parents were there and they were followers of
Rev. Langston. Somehow that worried me even more than the Scouts.

          After the meeting we were all milling around and quite a few
people came up to Vern and me and thanked us for the work we had done in
the Scouts and said they understood our problem. Corey and I headed home
and fell into bed. A couple of quick kisses and we were both out like
lights. Hopefully things will be better tomorrow.
         To be continued...