Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 21:49:06 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Eighteen

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	I Love Corey, Chapter Eighteen

          Well I must say that Wednesday was better than Tuesday. Not that
it was all that great mind you, but at least it had nothing to compare with
Tuesday's school board meeting. My absolutely hateful alarm clock started
making its infernal racket at the usual time and Corey was once again
draped all over me. When I tried to get out from under him so I could shut
the clock off, he just held on to me and made it difficult. I eventually
managed to wiggle out and shut the odious thing off. Blessed silence.
         I decided, that since Corey had gotten to bed late, I'd let him
sleep a little longer. I went about my usual routine and finally woke him
up just in time for me to leave. He grumbled about my letting him sleep so
we didn't have time for any "fun and games" but I just grinned and told him
to think about what he had to look forward to tonight. He brightened up and
I left for the usual meeting.
         I was there at my normal early time and as the other teachers
filed in it was pretty obvious that nobody was very happy about the meeting
last night. There were grumbles concerning the Scouts and the state but
mostly everyone seemed to feel that it was a shame those problems couldn't
be worked out. It seemed to be about an even split on which one should
change its policies. The one thing everyone seemed to agree on was that
Rev. Langston was way out of line. One of the teachers, who attended his
church, said she was never going back and she was going to urge her friends
to change churches with her. That produced some discussion about which
church everyone attended and what the good and bad points were of each. I
suppose I shouldn't have been surprised but quite a few people seemed
perfectly happy explaining what they thought was wrong with their own
church, all the while asking her to attend it and telling her she would be
welcome.
         Principal Mathers showed up at his usual time and the meeting got
under way. We covered the usual subjects and there was some discussion
about last night. Not very much was said but we all knew that we had an
enemy in Rev. Langston and had no doubt that he was capable of trying to
create trouble, both for us individually and for the school in general. It
was pretty obvious that most of them thought I would be the most likely
target. I had to agree with them. The only thing I'd add to that assessment
was that the school board was just as likely to be targeted too.
         The day went along about normally until noon when JJ handed me a
letter from his parents. I'd invited them to dinner this coming weekend to
get acquainted. This was something that I normally didn't do during
football season, as I liked to use the weekends to plan strategy, but was
by no means unheard of. They had accepted and I had planned to use the time
to try to become well enough acquainted to get some idea of how they might
react when they learned of JJ's sexuality. Perhaps I should explain that
when I first started teaching here I had started this program of inviting
students and their parents to dinner, both as a means to get to know the
student's parents and to allow them to get to know me. By now I would guess
that at least half of my student's parents had accepted and I'd made some
good friends out of it. JJ's parents had been unable to attend due to a
prior commitment the last time I had invited them which had been last
year. Anyhow, I opened the letter and quickly read it.
         "Well JJ," I said as he was still standing there. "It looks like
dinner this Saturday is off."
         "I kinda figured that. They were pretty angry this morning when
Dad wrote it."
         Since no one else was in the room at the time I decided to go
ahead and tell him what I thought.
         "Based on last night and this letter I think I'd be very careful
about telling them how you feel. I don't think they'll take it well."
         He just stood there with his head down. He looked like he had just
lost his last friend.

          "JJ, look at me." He raised his head. "If you ever need anything,
like someone to talk with or anything at all please, please feel free to
ask. I really mean this. I'll try to help you in any way I can. You've got
my phone number and know where I live and I don't care what time of day or
night it is, please feel free to ask. I don't know if I can help but it
won't be because I won't try." I wondered what else I should do or
say. "You remember the back door? There's a key for it taped under the
chair just to the right of it and if you need to get away for a little
while for whatever reason I've got a couple of spare bedrooms. If I'm not
home go ahead and use it. Just try not to leave too big a mess. Anything in
the fridge is fair game but be sure to let someone know where you are. If
you can't get hold of anyone else, call either of these numbers and tell
them." I gave him a piece of paper with the names of Fr. George, my
minister, and one of the Deputy Sheriffs I was friends with and their phone
numbers on it. I didn't know what else to do. All I knew was I had a bad
feeling about this whole situation.
         About that time some other students came in to talk about the
football team and I told JJ to take care and I'd see him around.
         The rest of the day was the usual mix of trying to encourage the
students to think for a change instead of expecting me to do it for them
and trying to make them learn a little math. There were times I felt I was
losing the battle but other times one of them would show that they had
really learned to think or reason things through. Those are the times that
make it all worth while. After all, that's why I wanted to be a teacher in
the first place.
         The rest of the week was just like all weeks. Nothing happened to
stand out in my mind except we won our game. That clinched a place in the
playoffs and I took the list of sizes and colors home to order the briefs
for the team. It's simply amazing what an incentive does to motivate
people, even when they are young. I would have liked to celebrate with
Corey but he spent the evening with his mother. I'd invited them to dinner
but she wanted to cook for him. I could understand that as she almost never
saw him except for their Thursday night dinners. I wondered how she could
bear being without him the rest of the time. I was depressed when he was
gone this one night a week and couldn't imagine having him absent from me
for six nights a week. I also worried about her as when I'd seen her last
week she looked like she was even more run down and spaced out than
normal. I still thought she was probably a drug user but didn't want to
suggest that to Corey as he had all he could do to try to catch up with his
studies. He probably knew anyway. After all he's not stupid and, based on
the rest of my students, is undoubtedly familiar both with drugs and their
effects on people.
         When Saturday rolled around it was raining. That meant we wouldn't
have any yard work to do and I suggested we go over to Vern's house and see
about helping him get his shop straightened up. Several of the tools had
sold and we had to get the rest organized so he could use them. We were
just getting ready to go over there when the phone rang. It was Frank
Davies and he wondered if I would be available to help load the lathe the
school district had purchased. I told him to come on over as we were just
heading for Vern's and we'd be happy to help him load it.
         We got to Vern's house and after about ten minutes Frank showed up
so we had to get busy loading the lathe. It's a good thing we still had the
use of the fork lift as I'm sure it must have weighed a couple of
tons. Frank said he'd be back to get the tooling for it in the afternoon
and left.
         Vern and I sat down and started figuring out what had been sold
and where we were on recovering my investment. So far about half of the
planes were sold along with the lathe and several other items. When we
added it all up I discovered that my thirty-five hundred dollar investment
had brought in forty-one hundred and seventy dollars and that didn't
include anything from Nancy and the boys. I told Vern that I was happy with
the results and the rest was his to worry about. I hadn't started out to
make a profit and was just happy that Vern had a nice table saw and he
could use or sell the rest as he saw fit.
         We spent the rest of the morning putting things on shelves and
building more shelves to put things on. God, I'd had no idea there was so
much stuff when I'd bought it.
         Nancy fixed lunch and when we showed her the results of the sales
she finally forgave me. She insisted that I'd receive the money from any
more sales. We argued about that but Nancy's stubborn and I figured I'd
lost this one. We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to place things so
Vern had room to work. No matter how hard we tried, there still wasn't
enough room for everything.
         As Bob was coming over to give Corey another art lesson I told
Vern he was going to have to solve his own problems. I had to go home and
start dinner. When we left Vern was trying to figure out what he'd sell and
what he'd keep. His sons were still putting things on the last shelf we had
built.
         Before we'd left to go to Vern's I'd put a sirloin roast in the
oven. When we walked in the house you could smell it. I knew we'd have time
to clean up and finish preparing dinner before Bob showed up. Therefore we
hopped into the shower and even managed to get clean somewhere along the
way. It's fun to take a shower with Corey. There's always a lot of kissing
and rubbing and feeling, things I don't know how I got along without. Of
course we each had to make sure a certain part of the others body was
clean. You'd be surprised how much fun we could have with that
inspection. I mean first you looked. Then tasting was considered an
appropriate way for further inspection. Magnifying said part was
accomplished by some stroking. Well all right, it didn't exactly magnify
the view but the growth of said part did make it much more visible. Like I
said, showers are fun and the great thing is that you need at least one
every day. Not only that, we both agreed they relaxed us. Well perhaps
relaxed isn't the proper word but you get the idea. It did seem to relax
that certain part of our bodies. That part was normally at ease and just
hanging there after a shower.
         After the shower we dressed and Corey retired to his room to get
ready for his lesson. I returned to the kitchen and started the remaining
preparations for dinner. It was going to be a rather simple dinner
consisting of the roast, potatoes and gravy, a green salad, and corn. It
was late enough in the year that corn on the cob was no longer as good as I
would like so I was going to use some I had cut off the cob and
frozen. It's much better if you freeze your own rather than buy already
frozen out of the market. The real secret is to go and pick your own and
prepare it that day. Corn is one of those vegetables that needs to be
fresh.
         I was just getting things going nicely when Bob showed up.
         "Corey's in his room and dinner will be in about an hour" I told
him while handing him a cup of coffee.
         "It smells so good I may just stay here and drool."
         "Sorry" I said while laughing. "I'm not willing to try to put up
with him if he doesn't get his art fix. Get your ass down there and pound
something into his feeble little brain."
         "You know, of all the students I've had I think he might have the
most natural talent. He's got a great eye for color and as soon as he
learns a little more about perspective and how to achieve and control it he
could very well turn out to be a good artist."
         "How good?"
         "Sam, I don't really know. I'm just a high school teacher and not
maybe that good a one but he may very well be a great one some day. It all
depends on his desire." He seemed to be lost in thought. "One of these days
I'd like to take him and some of his work to one of my friends and let him
talk to him and see what he's done. That might give us a better idea of
just how good he might be."
         Now it was my turn to think. "Well Bob, I'll leave that up to
you. If you think it would help him go ahead and ask him. In the end it's
his decision. The only other thing I'll say is I've got enough money to pay
for what ever he needs so don't let that hold you back."
         "If he continues to show interest I will. Guess we'll just let it
go for a while and see what he wants to do. He may decide that he's no
longer interested." With that he took his coffee and headed for Corey's
room.
         I spent the rest of the time working on dinner and thinking about
what Bob had said. I'd never thought about it before but his clothes always
looked nice, mostly because the colors went together well. In fact, with
his having put on both some growth and weight, I was starting to notice
some of the girls in school looking at him. I guess they're going to be
disappointed. I decided that after dinner I'd have to get him to show me
some of his work. I hadn't paid a lot of attention to it. Maybe I could see
in it what Bob saw. So far they weren't pictures. Mostly it was just
exercises trying to produce certain effects. I wondered if he had actually
tried to draw anything yet or if he was still following his lessons.
         Dinner turned out well. Both Corey and Bob congratulated me on it
and while it may sound conceited I had to agree with them. The roast was
rare in the middle, the gravy was seasoned just right and had lots of
flavor, and the corn I'd frozen last fall was about as good as any I'd ever
had. While the wine was very good I wished I had selected a better one as
the dinner had turned out so well. The problem with that is that you get
very little in improvement in wine without a tremendous increase in
cost. The burgundy I'd selected normally sold for around forty dollars and
was considered a bargain at that price. I'd have to go to the seventy to
one hundred dollar range to get one that was a little better.
         Bob and Corey returned to Corey's room to finish his lesson, after
we had eaten, leaving me to clean up the kitchen. I made a fresh pot of
coffee while cleaning up and when I'd finished I joined them to see what
they were covering.
         When I got there Bob was demonstrating with charcoal how you could
bring things toward the front or push them to the back by varying how dark
you made the respective items. While he had said he was only a high school
teacher and he might not be a great artist, he was good at teaching and
explaining. I doubted that I could have done very well at trying to draw
but his explanation made it clear how shading accomplished that
illusion. After all, anytime you succeed in representing depth on a flat
surface, it is an illusion.

         Both Bob and I enjoyed a cup of the Kenyan coffee I favored and
finally he finished with Corey's lesson. After giving him his homework
assignments for the next several days our conversation turned to the next
lesson. Bob said he had some other appointments so next Wednesday would be
the first evening he would be available. Neither Corey nor I had anything
scheduled so we told him that was fine with us. With that he started to
leave. On his way out I gave him a package of leftovers as Corey and I
would be unable to handle the rest of the roast. While Corey had hit one of
those periods when it was almost impossible to fill him up, the remaining
part of the eleven pound roast would overpower even that kind of appetite.
         As soon as Bob left Corey had to tell me how much Bob had
complimented him on his work on the previous assignment. I could tell he
was proud of the work he had done. We sat for a time discussing his work
both in art and in school, and I told him how proud I was of his efforts
and accomplishments. He positively glowed under my compliments. It's
amazing how much children respond to positive expectations and
reinforcements. I've noticed that my students always seem to do better when
I can manage to convince them that they can not only do the assignments but
do them well because they're just as smart as anyone else. If you can get
them to believe that, they can jump from average to way above average. If
you can reinforce it enough it seems to carry through into other classes
and then they just seem to bloom. Boy that makes my day. As far as I'm
concerned that's what teaching is all about.
         By now it was getting late and it was time to go to bed. Corey was
bubbly and I knew tonight would be fun. When he was in this kind of mood
our loving took on a more playful aspect.
         I was right about the playful part. After the usual shower and
brushing of teeth we got in bed. During a goodnight kiss he started
tickling me. Of course I retaliated. That turned into all out war. Between
the tickling and grab dick we pretty well wiped out the bed. The covers
were on the floor and the sheets were pulled loose and wound partially
around us. There was lots of giggling along with our wrestling. While I
outweighed him and was stronger it was still hard to pin him down. He
seemed to find some way to squirm away every time I almost succeeded.
         Eventually I managed to pin him. I had my body flat on his and was
holding each arm down. Our groins were pressing together. I gave a couple
of thrusts against him and suddenly there was a mercurial mood shift. We no
longer wanted to tickle and play. It was now time for more serious things.
         I was staring into his eyes and I just seemed to lose myself in
them. My world contracted to one young man who meant everything to me. A
wave of warmth washed over me and all I could think about was how special
he was. I just wanted to protect him from all hurt and pain that I knew the
world could inflict on him. I knew that was impossible but maybe if I loved
him enough it would help him overcome that hurt.
         His eyes started to get closer and suddenly I became aware that I
was bending closer to him. My eyes closed and my lips met his, at first
softly but soon with steadily increasing passion. I could feel his tongue
seeking admission and I opened my lips and sucked it in. Immediately his
taste caused my heart to beat faster. My arms went from holding him down on
the bed to slipping under his shoulders with my hands cradling the back of
his head. It was almost like I wanted to make sure he couldn't escape. I
could feel his arms reach up and wrap around my neck. We were locked
together in each others embrace. As we continued to explore each others
mouths with our tongues it seemed as if the temperature of the room
abruptly jumped at least ten degrees. My body was hot and my heart was
pounding.
         Suddenly sharing kisses was no longer enough. I needed more from
him. I stopped kissing his lips and started to devote my attention to other
parts of him. I kissed his eyes and gently licked them. I could taste the
slight saltiness that had collected in each corner of them from his
tears. I knew if he'd been crying there would have been more saltiness and
it would have extended to other parts of his face. When I could no longer
detect any trace of salt I started moving down his face to his neck. I
lingered there kissing and licking. Corey's breathing had deepened and
every few breaths he would give a soft sigh. I kissed up the underside of
his jaw and worked my way to his earlobe. He turned his head to give me
better access and I kissed and nibbled on his earlobe. That caused the
sighs to become a little louder. As much as we both were enjoying this I
knew there were better things waiting for us when I worked my way further
down his body.
         Deciding that I'd paid enough attention to his earlobes I
continued on down his body. The next place that got my attention was his
nipples. Some gentle nibbling and licking caused his breathing to pick up
some and the sighs to become louder and more frequent. Soon both nipples
were rock hard. That caused me to shift my attack and I kissed my way to
his armpits. My kissing and licking there started eliciting soft moans and
he began to writhe around. I soon switched to placing my mouth in his
armpit and sucking and mouthing the skin there. Now the moans were
interspersed with the words "Oh yes, oh yeeessss." The temperature seemed
to go up another ten degrees or so.
         By now I was no longer lying on him and in fact had turned so that
my body was about perpendicular to his navel. When I decided I had devoted
enough attention to his armpits I continued down his body. I stopped to pay
proper attention to his navel. It was an innie and I enjoyed probing it
with my tongue. Corey seemed to enjoy it too as the "Oh yes, oh yeeesss"
became interspersed with "Oh God, oh yessssss, Oh Goooooodddd."

          By now he was squirming all over the bed and panting. His smell
and taste had excited me to the point that I also was panting and gasping
for breath. It was obvious that we were both rapidly reaching the point
that only one thing would satisfy us and that was release.
         I knew neither of us could wait much longer. I abandoned his navel
and drifted lower with my kisses. The angle of his body began to change as
he twisted on the bed, trying to get his head closer to my groin. In short
order we were lying there on our sides, head to groin and licking each
others cocks. His precum was especially tasty this evening.
         I could no longer wait. I had to have him. I opened my mouth and
engulfed his manhood. As I swirled my tongue around it I marveled at the
hardness and yet the softness of it. It was almost like a slightly curved
iron bar covered with hot soft flesh. I could feel it throb in my mouth as
I sucked and tongued it.  The skin covering it had a velvet like feel.  I
could feel his hot mouth on mine and I understood that neither of us would
last much longer. I started tonguing harder and humming as low a note as I
could, striving to give him the maximum pleasure possible.
         That iron bar seemed to grow and get even harder. I could feel my
whole insides start to contract. We were there. Our bodies arched, and
stiffened, and spasmed. I could feel and taste each shot he produced. I
sucked eagerly on his cock trying to get more but alas, he soon was done.
         We were spent. Eventually I managed to turn until I could kiss him
and hold him in my arms. A few gentle kisses and we fell back, our heads
turned towards each other. I watched his eyelids slowly close and he
drifted off to sleep. As I watched him sleep I marveled that our loving
just kept getting better. I wondered how we managed to keep improving on
perfection.

To be continued...