Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2004 03:57:13 -0700
From: Fritz Jorgensen <fritz@nehalemtel.net>
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Two

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        I Love Corey, Chapter two

         We just stayed kneeling there for a while, with our arms around
each other, not saying anything. Corey finally sighed and said he better
get the laundry started. I told him that sounded like a good idea. As he
started to get up he noticed my hard-on for the first time. He started to
blush and looked into my eyes and shyly asked
         "May I suck it like you did mine?"  I didn't quite know what to
say.  I mean here I am with a raging hard-on, still on my knees, looking
into the eyes of a young man I have just told I love. I'm still in shock
over realizing that officially I have molested a child and the child wants
to continue it. He continued "Sometimes the men mom brings home make me
suck them. A couple of them have said I do a good job."
         Rather then answer I instead asked, "Did you enjoy sucking them?"
         There was a pause before he answered. "The first couple of times I
hated it. Then one of the men talked to me and was patient He smelled good
and wasn't as rough as the first ones. I really enjoyed making him
happy. He left before mom came to and he gave me twenty bucks. When mom
came to she took the twenty dollars." He paused again, "I guess after that
I enjoyed it. Some of the men I didn't like but I liked the taste."
         I still wasn't ready to answer. It was all happening to fast and I
still hadn't come to terms with what was happening.
         "Lets get the laundry started and we'll see," I said.
          I hoped that while we were picking up stuff I would be able to
figure out what to do. I helped Corey pull his shorts and pants up and then
tucked my still hard cock back in my pants and we went out and started
picking stuff up.
         Making a little joke I said, "Well there's one jock strap we won't
have to pick up." He looked at me blankly and I said, "The one hanging
around your neck. He blushed again and took it off.
         I took as much time as I could with the laundry. It didn't help a
bit. I still was undecided. I mean I know what I wanted to do. Every fiber
of my being wanted to say yes. My mind kept saying if you do, you're
throwing your life away. I thought maybe I should just kill him but knew I
couldn't do that. Maybe I ought to kill myself? I knew I couldn't do that
either. After we got the washers going we walked back to my office. I dug
out a couple of Cokes and we sat down. Decision time was here.
         "Corey," I said starting out. "There's a major problem. You're a
minor and one of my students..."
         He interrupted.  "I know. If anybody ever finds out you could go
to jail." He paused and then continued, "I wouldn't say anything." Another
pause, "I'd lie and tell them nothing ever happened."
         I was looking straight into those blue eyes and his voice had
taken on a different quality. It was still soft but the way he said it I
knew deep down that he meant it. How do you know when somebody says
something you can depend on it? I can't really tell you but I know it when
I hear it. I didn't know him very well but just knew I could depend on what
he had just said.
         About that time we heard the door to the locker room open. Corey
jerked his head around like he had been shot.
         "Relax, it's just Vern," I told him.
         It was apparent that Corey had forgotten about the janitor. Vern
stuck his head in the door. "Still here coach?" he asked.
         "Yeah, Corey and I were just going over tomorrows practice," I
answered.
         "Boy that was a good game last week. Didn't think they were going
to pull it out."
         "Yeah," I said. "They done good."
         Vern laughed. "For a college grad you sometimes manage to mangle
the English language. You'd better watch out Corey. He'll teach you bad
habits. I'm still trying to get my kids out from under his influence."
         Vern and I are good friends (just friends, nothing more). I had
his oldest son in my class the first year I was here and now I have the
youngest one in a couple of classes.  We got along great.
         He looked at us and said, "Get out of here and let me get my work
done."
         "Okay Vern, we'll let you have at it"
         I grabbed the progress forms on the team off the desk and we went
out into the locker room. We sat down on one of the benches and started
going over the team. About ten minutes later Vern came out of the office
and started on the locker room so we went back in. He finished up just
about the time the washers were done with the laundry and saying good night
he left. I could see Corey start to relax.
         "God, if he'd come in while I was in the locker room I don't know
what I would have done" Corey said.
         I laughed. "Vern has two sons and was young once so he probably
would have told you to find somewhere else to beat your meat. He's a pretty
cool head."
          I got the rest of my stuff ready to go home and said "Let's throw
the wash in the dryers and leave. I'll drive you home."
         "You don't have too. I can walk. Besides, I need to exercise my
leg."
         "I can show you some physical therapy exercises," was my
answer. As we were getting into my pickup I asked him where he lived and he
gave me an address.
         "Christ, that's only about a block and a half from my house. It's
not even out of my way."
         "I didn't know you lived so close," he said. As we pulled out of
the parking lot he reached in his pocket and pulled out some money. "Could
you stop at the store so I could get something for dinner?" he asked.
         While he had tried to conceal the amount of money in his hand, I
had noticed it was only a one dollar bill and a little change.
         "Sure," I said.
         We stopped at the local mini mart and as he was about to get out I
said. "Wait a minute Corey. We need to talk." He turned and faced
me. Looking straight into his eyes I said, "Corey, I give you my promise. I
will never lie to you. Will you do the same for me?"
         His answer was immediate.  "Yes."
         "What are you going to buy for dinner with a buck?"
         He looked down and said "A loaf for bread."
         God, this was worse then I had begun to suspect.
         "Will your mother be home when we get there?" I asked.
         "No, she leaves for work about five."
         "Do you have some place to stay while she is gone?"
         "No."
          Thinking about that a few seconds I said, "Close the door. You
can have dinner with me."
         We drove to my house and walked in. Corey's eyes got big when he
looked around. "This is all yours? He asked.
         While it's a nice house and I had plenty of money to fix it up, I
didn't think it was that great. His eyes darted around taking in the
projection TV with the Playstation and the stereo. I told him to make
himself at home and walked into the kitchen. I started digging out stuff to
fix dinner. One of the things I like is good food so that forced me to
become a fair cook. As I was fixing dinner I could hear the TV was on. When
dinner was ready I called him in. He asked where he could wash up so I
showed him the bathroom and after washing he came in to eat dinner. When he
sat down and looked at what I had prepared his eyes got as big as saucers.
         "You didn't have to fix such a nice dinner for me."
         I smiled and told him that I hadn't, that I had just fixed it for
me and made it a little bigger. So there we sat, eating a steak, a twice
baked potato fixed with pimiento and green onions which I always kept a
supply of in the freezer, a tossed green salad and corn on the cob. I swear
I didn't think a kid that size could eat that much. When he finished I
asked him if he would like some desert. He just shook his head no.
         Now ever since Vern had come in I had still been trying to decide
what to do about Corey's request to suck me. At least my hard-on had gone
down and I was more relaxed but I knew I was going to have to make a
decision. Still the same old problem, I wanted it in the worst way and yet
was afraid. Corey didn't let me have any more time to think about it.
         "Well, are you going to let me suck you?" he asked.
         When I looked into his face I knew I was going to give in. I
couldn't resist him.
         "Corey, if I do we will have to not only keep it a secret but will
have to act like we did before so no one will ever think we are more then
teacher and student."
          He looked puzzled.
          "There are a lot of evil minded people who have nothing better to
do then to try and tear people down," I continued.
         He nodded when I said that. I went on, " When you screw up in
school I'll have to chew you out, we can't talk much in school, in other
words at any time we are where anyone can see us we have to act just like
we did last week."
         He seemed lost in thought for a few seconds then said he could do
that but could I? All of a sudden I realized he was a lot more mature then
I had thought. I guess the school of hard knocks makes you grow up
quick. Thinking about it I answered yes. I told him I had kept my bi-gay
side a secret for quite a few years and doubted that this would be that
much harder.
         "Well, let's get started" was his reply.

         My house has a full basement and I had fixed up a sex room as I
call it. When some of my friends from the city show up we go down there as
it muffles the sounds so I led him down to the basement. When I opened the
door to the room he looked really impressed. I put a porno movie in the DVD
and suggested the classic 69 so I could suck him at the same time. He told
me no, that he wanted to be able to concentrate on me and if I was sucking
on him he wouldn't be able to. He seemed a lot more confident then any
other time I had seen him and I wondered what I was getting myself
into. First he took off his clothes. Looking at him I suddenly realized how
thin he really was. Then he started to undress me. I couldn't believe
it. It was so sensual. The way he unbuttoned my shirt and slowly slid it
off, the gentle and careful way he slipped my pants down, everything about
it was a master piece of seduction. When he had me stripped, he told me to
lie on my back on the bed. He turned the lights down and came over and
started. First he kissed me. Then he started licking. Next he nibbled and
nuzzled my nipples.
         While it doesn't take long to tell it took a lot longer for him to
do. By the time he got to my belly button I had a hard-on that ached so bad
I was in agony. As I lay there groaning and writhing he reached down and
gently started to knead my nuts. I about erupted right then. He stopped and
said to relax, to hold out as long as I could and it would feel better. My
own words were thrown back at me. When I started to calm down he started
again. It seemed to go on forever. Sometimes I could barely feel his hands,
others he pinched hard enough to be very uncomfortable. By now I had leaked
enough precum to make both my cock and belly slick. He leaned over and
licked my belly. Then he sniffed it. His voice got husky and he told me I
smelled real good. While I was sure beforehand I would enjoy this, I never
in my wildest dreams expected it to be this good. Finally he started to
suck my love muscle. God it was wonderful. Here is a kid barely in his
teens and he's the best cocksucker I'd ever had. He seemed absolutely to
know just what would turn me on. He'd suck a little and as I would start to
tense he'd pause and when I relaxed a little would start again. He played
me like Yoyo Ma plays the cello, like Perlman plays the violin.
         "I can't last much longer," I gasped.
         He started to tongue me harder. I grabbed his head and tried to
fuck his brains out. I erupted. Corey kept right on sucking. While my cock
is only about six and one half inches it was too big for his mouth and he
couldn't stop some of my cum from leaking out. That didn't stop him from
trying. I could feel his throat swallowing. At last it was over and I lay
still. I could feel him still sucking as my cock slowly softened in his
mouth. When he couldn't get any more out of my cock he started licking up
what had leaked out. If I hadn't been so sated I would have gotten hard
again but I knew it would be a while before I recovered enough for
that. Glancing at the movie I realized he had been working on me for well
over half an hour.
         When he had finished licking I rolled around and laid him down
beside me. Looking into his eyes which looked kind of glassy, I asked him
where he had learned to suck cock like that. That shy little smile lit up
his face.
         "Did you like it? "he asked.
         I reminded him I said I'd never lie to him and told him if the
best blow job I'd ever had was a ten then his must be at least a twelve,
maybe more. His face got serious again and he said he hadn't really
learned. Just that one guy had told him to do what he would like to have
done to him and that he had been dreaming about doing this since he first
met me. He went on by saying that he had found a gay porno magazine and
liked to read it when he jerked off.

          As I lay there in that euphoria that follows a great round of sex
I couldn't begin to figure out what I was going to do next. As I watched,
his eyes slowly closed and he dozed off. It must have been quite a
traumatic day for him. After a few minutes I slipped my arm out from under
his head and went upstairs to take a leak and get on with the job of
living. I threw the dishes in the dishwasher and dug out the papers that
needed grading. Glancing at them I figured it would take about twenty
minutes. I was just finishing when I heard him pad up the stairs and head
for the bathroom. When he came out he sat down across the table from me
never saying a word. I gestured to the wine bottle sitting on the table and
asked if he would like another glass. He'd had a glass with dinner but
hadn't commented then. That shy smile come back and he asked me if I wasn't
worried about getting into trouble by giving him wine. That really cracked
me up and when I stopped laughing I told him I was already in so much
trouble now that I doubted that a little wine would make it worse. As he
sipped it he commented that he liked it and said it had been great with the
dinner.
         "Coach," he said "I don't think I ever had a better dinner. I'm
sorry I ate so much but I was so hungry and it tasted so good."
         I shot back, "Better then desert?"
          He looked blank for a few seconds and then he started to grin and
chuckle. "You mean downstairs" he said. I realized that I had never heard
him laugh before. He went on "Well, dinner was a lot more filling."
         Now it was my turn to laugh. "I think you might have to eat here
more often," was my reply. "We might even have more desert." He just
grinned at me.

          I glanced at my watch and it said 8:40. "Corey," I said, "It's
about time to get you home for the night."
          His face got real solemn and he asked me if he could have a
favor. "You can always ask. I might not grant it but nothing ventured,
nothing gained" was my reply.
           "Could I use your shower? Ours isn't very nice and the water is
mostly cold by now" Those low income apartments aren't all that great so I
answered.
          "Sure, I might even wash your back for you."
          He grinned so we headed for the shower. We were both so sexually
sated that if anyone had looked in all they would have seen was two limp
dicks hanging down and two people that washed each others back. I don't
know how he did it. He washed in just the right places, those ones that
feel so good when some one scratches them for you. After we dried off, I
walked him home. It was one of those beautiful California evenings that
make you glad to be alive and live in such a fabulous area. After saying
goodnight I started home. I should have been sick with fear but I felt
strangely lighthearted. I was sure there would be problems ahead but the
little bit I had gotten to know him made me think we could conquer them.
         To be continued