Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 17:25:58 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-two
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I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-two
The week went pretty well. The only thing was that it was getting
so that we never seemed to have time for ourselves anymore. Of course
there was the usual school during the days. Corey had his homework and I
had lesson plans to review and keep up. Throw in the ball game on Thursday
afternoon. Add to that the fact that we now had shooting lessons for the
pistol on Wednesday night and shotguns on Sunday and ammunition to reload
for both pistols and shotguns and Corey's art lessons and you can see that
things were beginning to get a bit busy. No wonder I no longer had time to
participate in a lot of my old hobbies. I hadn't had my camera out to take
any pictures in months. When I thought of that I suddenly realized I
didn't have any pictures of Corey. It didn't take long to figure out I
needed to do something about that. I mean after all, I loved him and had
no pictures. How could I have overlooked something so important?
We'd gotten home from practice on Monday and I fixed dinner while
Corey did his homework. It was while I was cooking that the lack of
pictures occurred to me. I got my cameras out and continued with dinner.
I'd resolved to start taking care of the picture shortage.
One of the nice things about being financially comfortable was that
it allowed me to own some fairly nice photographic gear. When I came into
the money, I eventually decided to upgrade my old Pentax 35mm SLR. What do
you know? I'd looked at all the fancy models from Nikon and Cannon, and
while they're lovely cameras and certainly very capable of taking excellent
pictures, I guess I was just used to working with Pentax. It's not as
cutting edge as its competitors. None the less, it's a fine product and I
wound up upgrading to a PZP 1. That allowed me to keep my old Super
Program and all the lenses I'd acquired over the years. Add a few of the
newer auto-focus lenses in the focal lengths I used the most and I was
ready to go. I also decided to acquire a medium format camera and settled
on a Hasselblad 503 CW with a few lenses. Fortunately, by purchasing the
whole system at the same time I didn't have to pay full list price. I
might not have purchased it if I'd had to pay that kind of money for it. I
will have to say it's a lovely camera and, if I do my part, the pictures
are superb. Now I was faced with the problem of what kind of pictures I
wanted. The 35 mm was more than adequate for snapshots. If I really
wanted to do something with the picture, the Hassey was the camera of
choice. The bigger negative just gave one many more options. I decided to
take some snapshots and try for some good pictures later.
When dinner was almost ready, I went to Corey's room to tell him.
I also took the 35. Peeking in the door, I saw him at his desk working on
his homework. To say the flash of the strobe startled him is somewhat of
an understatement. He was so busy concentrating on his math lesson that he
had no idea I was even in the area. The way his desk sat I was able to get
a picture of him from the back with his reflection of his face in the
mirror over his dresser. I hoped it would turn out as I thought it might
be a pretty good picture.
I think the only reason he didn't hear the camera is because he had
his stereo on and he was listening to it while he did his homework. It
never ceases to amaze me that most kids can study while listening to the
radio or whatever. That was one thing I had never mastered when I was a
kid. It's not that I couldn't listen and do home-work, I just kept getting
side tracked and would spend too much time listening and not enough time
studying. That caused me problems with getting my homework done so I
finally quit. After that, my grades improved some and I also had more time
because I got my homework done much faster. I'd suggested to Corey that he
ought to try it that way but so far he'd declined. Since his grades had
been improving steadily, I hadn't made an issue of it.
Now you'd think the taking of a picture would be just that, the
taking of a picture. Not so. Corey's mother had never taken any pictures
of him and therefore I was immediately swamped with questions about taking
pictures, cameras, and when he'd get to see the pictures. He was excited
about having his picture taken and was jumping around like the oft referred
to `cat on a hot tin roof'.
I managed to snap a couple of more pictures before we ate. All
through dinner he kept up a steady stream of questions regarding
photography. I did my best to answer but in some senses it was like trying
to explain an elephant to a blind person. Of course he'd seen pictures but
never been around anyone taking any and had no idea of how a camera or film
worked. It made me wish I'd used the digital camera. Finally, to shut him
up, I told him as soon as the roll of film was exposed we'd develop and
print it. All that produced was his suggesting pictures I should take to
fill the roll. By the time we'd finished eating I knew I'd have to fill
the roll of film so I could show him how all this worked. At least I'd
have to partially fill it.
I managed to get a few more shots of him and took a couple in the
back yard. When I hit twenty exposures I told him that was enough for a
demonstration. While it was a thirty-six exposure roll, film isn't really
that expensive and it was over half used. I told him if he would finish
his homework I would get the chemicals out so we could develop and print
the pictures. I knew he didn't have much homework left and as it turned
out I'd just barely managed to get the preparations done when he came
bounding down the stairs to my darkroom.
"Are you ready?" he asked as he came sliding through the door.
"Just about. As soon as the chemicals get to the right temperature
we'll start. In the mean time, close the door and we can take the film out
of the cartridge and put it in the tank."
After showing him the tank and reel, I explained how we'd load the
film on the reel and put it in the tank. The tank held two rolls at a time
and normally I didn't bother to develop any until I had at least two rolls.
I doubted that I could calm him down enough to wait that long. We turned
the lights off and by the time I had the film in the tank and the lid on
it, the chemicals were up to temperature.
I'm one of a minority. I shoot slide film. Most people shot color
negative film but I like the results I get with slide film so I shoot it.
I use both Ektachrome and Fujicrome. Both take E6 processing chemicals.
Needless to say he was disappointed that it took so long to develop the
film. He thought it ought to be done in seconds rather than minutes for
each chemical and he about drove me nuts with his jumping around and
chattering a mile a minute, all the while asking questions faster than I
could answer them.
When the film was finally developed and I took it out of the tank
and held it up to the light so he could see the images on it, he was
practically beside himself. I explained we couldn't print anything until
the film dried and we might as well have a snack while waiting.
While he ate some cookies and I drank some coffee he kept up a
steady stream of questions. To tell the truth, I was ready to tie and gag
him by the time the film was dry. It wasn't that I minded answering
questions, it was the fact that I couldn't even get an answer in edgewise.
I'd get part way through an answer and he'd be asking another question. He
couldn't seem to sit still and his eyes were sparkling. I finally found
out why he was so excited.
Several years back his mother had said she wished she had some
pictures of him but she couldn't afford any. Her birthday was next week
and he wanted to give her some pictures. He wondered if I would print some
for her.
"No problem Corey. In fact, we'll have to take a look and see if
we can find some nice frames and a photo album. It might take a while to
fill the album but we should have a few nice pictures to frame by next
week."
He'd finished his snack and we went back to the darkroom. I use an
additive enlarger head. I like it for printing slides as what you see is
what you get. You don't have to build any fancy filter packs. If the
picture needs a color in it, you add the needed color.
Printing color negative film is cheaper but I like printing from
positives better. It also made it easier to explain to Corey what I was
doing and how it worked. He really liked it as he could see what I was
talking about. It's been my experience that it's harder to explain about
color negative film and color correction.
My first picture really turned out well. You could see him bent
over his book studying. In the mirror you could see his face, his hair
hanging down over his forehead with a pencil he was chewing on and an
intent look of concentration on his face. I really liked the picture in
that I thought it captured him but he didn't think it was that good. He
thought he should be smiling and posing for the picture. We argued about
various pictures and I finally told him not to worry, we'd print all of
them.
By the time all the pictures were printed and processed, it was
past our usual bed time. I quickly cleaned up the darkroom while he took a
shower and got ready for bed. By the time I'd had my shower along with the
usual brushing of teeth, he was sound asleep.
He looked so peaceful sleeping that I got the Hassey out and put it
on the tripod. I wanted this shot without the strobe. I didn't want to
disturb him and the normal room lighting made for a better picture because
of the shadows. After a couple of shots, I gave up and went to bed. As
soon as I crawled in beside him, he squirmed over, still asleep, and
assumed his usual position. He put his head on my shoulder and his leg
over mine. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. He just felt so right
laying partially on me. I could smell his hair and those two things made
everything right with my world.
During the rest of the week I shot several rolls of film. I even
took a few at the game which we won by two touchdowns. We still needed to
come up with a way to consistently make the extra points but overall, I was
happy with the way the team was performing. I even managed to get several
pictures of Corey and his mother at the game.
I still wondered about Corey's mother. She'd stopped making the
payments to me on her car and I didn't feel like pressing the issue as she
might decide not to let him stay with me. Sometimes she seemed in pretty
good shape mentally, others she seemed out of it. It almost broke my heart
when she was having one of those days in which she was somewhere out in
left field. You could just see the pain in Corey's eyes on those
occasions. Conversely, when she was having a good day, Corey was bubbling
and happy. On her good days it was obvious how much she loved him. On the
bad days one would think he was only an acquaintance. I'd tried to suggest
to her that she might be better off seeing some kind of counselor or
checking out a substance abuse program but so far she wouldn't admit she
had a problem. I knew that she could only be helped when she was ready to
admit she had a problem and was ready to seek help. I hoped that would
soon happen. While it might result in Corey no longer living with me, I
knew he loved his mother and that if she straightened herself out he would
be happy living with her. I just hoped he would want to have me in his
life. By now I couldn't feature my life without him. In the meantime I'd
just have to do my best to let him know he was great person and was loved.
The change that had taken place in his attitude since I had been
taking care of him was amazing. He was an altogether different person.
He'd been so quiet and withdrawn when I first met him that it was hard to
believe he was the same person now. All his teachers had commented on the
change. His grades were improving and he laughed and talked and seemed to
be accepted by the rest of the students. So far we hadn't hit any major
issues over which we disagreed but I expected that would come as he became
more confident and accepting of his place in the world. I'd noticed that
he would even disagree with me over minor things now. So far it had
produced no real problems but I figured that one of these days he would
have something that he felt strongly enough about to produce a real
conflict. As long as we could keep it a logical argument I figured we'd be
able to work things out. Guess we'd just have to wait and see.
After the game he went home with his mother. I figured that since
I had the evening free I'd see what I could do in the darkroom with some of
the pictures. A couple of hours of fiddling around with that first picture
I'd taken produced what I was after. If I'd been using black and white it
wouldn't have taken as long and probably would have produced a better
picture but I was happy with the results of my work. Using a soft focus
enlarging lens and a few tricks I'd learned over the years produced an
almost surreal picture. I hoped his mother would like it. I know I did.
I made a couple of more prints of it and looked at my watch. I
couldn't believe it had gotten so late. It was after midnight and I'd been
working in the darkroom for over four hours. If I could only find
appropriate frames over the weekend I figured Corey's present to his mother
would be a hit.
When he showed up for breakfast on Friday I showed him the picture.
He couldn't believe the results I'd gotten. He hadn't been impressed with
the slide but the print was a different matter.
"Wow. How did you do that? I can't believe that picture can look
so good."
"I told you that I thought it was a good picture. You just need to
listen to me once in a while Corey." I was grinning so he'd know I was
needling him.
"If you'd told me it was going to look that good I wouldn't have
told you I didn't like it. Do you think you could make one like it for
me?"
"One step ahead of you. That one is yours. I also made one for
myself. We'll have to find some frames this weekend. Do you think your
mother will like it?"
He seemed to think a while before he answered me. "I think she
will love it. I know I do. How'd you do that? It looks different this
time."
I told him I'd show him the next time we worked in the darkroom. I
wasn't about to try to explain dodging and burning without being able to
demonstrate. With that it was time for me to head to school.
The day was about normal. About the only thing out of the ordinary
was that JJ stopped in during my lunch. He grinned and told me things were
going well. I took that to mean he was making progress with his friend. I
told him to be careful and have fun. He blushed and grinned and left.
After he was gone I wondered what would happen when his parents found out.
I was relatively certain they would learn of his sexuality someday. I
think most parents know deep in their hearts even if they might never admit
it in their minds. I mean it doesn't take a rocket scientist to notice if
you never date and have a best friend you hang out with all the time. I
suspect that those parents that truly don't know have not paid a lot of
attention to their children. While they may choose to overlook all the
signs, still they must have an idea. I hoped it wouldn't produce problems
for JJ. Somehow I was afraid it would.
Bob Asher had been busy all week and had told us Friday would be
the first day he would be able to continue with Corey's art lessons. That
meant that as soon as practice was over we had to get home and start
dinner. I was just getting started on cooking it when Bob showed up. I'd
made Corey start his homework so Bob and I visited a short while before he
went to Corey's room to start the art lesson.
There'd been some nice looking salmon at Downie's and I was going
to fix stuffed salmon fillet. It wouldn't take long to cook but the
preparation took some time. By the time dinner was ready Bob was well
along with Corey's lesson.
I hadn't bothered to show Bob the pictures of Corey before dinner
but when they came to the table to eat I learned that Corey had.
"I didn't know you had a darkroom," was Bob's first comment as we
sat down to eat.
"Oh yes, I've been interested in photography since I was in high
school."
"Would you mind if I used your facilities some time? When I moved
here I never set up my gear as my house doesn't have a good place for it,"
he asked.
"Anytime, just let me know before hand," I told him.
The rest of the conversation over dinner seemed to cover a lot
about photography and art. Bob and I spent most of our time explaining the
difference between art and photography to Corey. It took a while to get
him to realize that a painting should be much more than just a picture. It
should evoke a mood and tell much more than even the best photos can.
While there are a lot of photographers that turn out pictures that have a
high artistic content, they pale in comparison to what an artist can
accomplish with a canvas and brushes. Even Weston and Adams, some of the
most talented photographers ever, can't compare with the great painters.
It's not that they aren't talented, it just that the medium doesn't permit
it. The fact that they managed to get as much of an artistic content into
some of their pictures was a testament to their genius. I suppose the best
way to put it is they were artists in photography. Bob told Corey about a
friend of his who made custom paintings from photographs. He had to
explain how his friend would spend several hours talking to his customers
about why they wanted the picture in painting form and what emotions they
felt about the picture. Only when he felt he understood what the picture
meant to the person was he able to make a painting from the photograph.
After dinner I showed Bob the darkroom and Corey finished his
homework. Since Bob had told him he needed to get his homework done before
he'd finish his art lesson, Corey finished in record time. I noticed he
didn't turn the stereo back on so figured maybe he had listened to me about
being able to work faster with no distractions.
Finally his lesson was done and Bob had left for his home. We
finished up some housework and got ready for bed. I knew Corey was ready
for some action by the way he swung his hips and dick at me as we got into
bed. That cute bubble butt and hard dick swinging back and forth really
turned me on. When he got that sexy smirk and those actions going, I knew
there was nothing I wouldn't do to please him. I just could not believe
that anyone so young could have figured out how to act so sexy and flirt
with me so well. He wasn't a girl so I couldn't be pussy whipped but I
wasn't sure cock whipped was a valid expression. Even if it wasn't, that
was probably the best way to express his effect on me at times like this.
It was one of those times when neither of us was willing to let the
other take control. That produced a lot of action as we each tried to do
something that would get the other so excited that he could take control.
Our hands were all over each other and there was a lot on nibbling and
licking going on along with the kissing. It didn't take long before the
bed was a mess from all the twisting around we did trying to get an
advantage. I suppose some people would have become upset over this type of
contest but we both regarded it as a game in which there would be no loser,
only winners. Even if one lost, he still won. I had to marvel at the fact
that Corey was now willing to try to assert himself. The small sad boy I
had met just before school started was gone. In his place was a playful
little sex machine. Well, not all of him was little. He was up to about
five inches now and still perfectly shaped. To say I liked the change
doesn't begin to explain how I loved him and the changes that had taken
place in him.
I wanted that five inches. The only problem was that every time I
almost got it in my mouth he would manage to squirm away and go after me.
At the rate things were going it was a good thing there was no school
tomorrow. We'd both be too tired. I didn't see this contest ending
anytime soon without some change in tactics. While I knew I could simply
grab him and overpower him since I was bigger and stronger, I didn't want
to do that as I never wanted him to feel he was forced to do anything. It
was always his choice. If he just wanted to cuddle and go to sleep, that
was fine. If he wanted more, I was more than willing to oblige him.
I finely decided to cheat. I started tickling him. If I'd thought
he was squirming before, I didn't know what squirming really was. I could
barely keep my hands on him and he squirmed all over the bed. Not only
that, he launched his own tickle attack. I'd gotten the jump on him by
starting first but his fingers knew all the places that I was the most
ticklish. I was just barely holding my own when finally he managed to gasp
out, "Truce," between giggles.
I paused. "I don't think so. I'm winning."
I shouldn't have stopped. He launched another tickle attack and
soon had me at a disadvantage. I was losing. Oh well, maybe I should just
let him win so I could enjoy it. If anything, I was more ticklish than he
was. It was always a calculated risk to start a tickle war. I was
probably only about fifty-fifty in such contests. I might have
concentrated on winning more if I hadn't liked losing just as much as
winning. All this indecision on my part meant that Corey was definitely
getting the upper hand. I was now in the position of either giving up and
letting him win or changing tactics.
I wasn't ready to surrender yet so I tried another gambit. I just
grabbed him and started kissing him. It was hard to do while he was
tickling me but in almost nothing flat the tickling ceased. His arms went
around my neck and he returned my kisses. I guess we'll have to call this
contest a draw.
He'd had me on my back and now his body was just draped over me.
It didn't take long before he started humping against me. I could feel his
cock rubbing against my abdomen. I wished he was taller. When we were
kissing, the difference in height meant that there was no way we could get
our cocks side by side for true frottage. Instead we'd developed or own
form. It consisted of my cock being between his legs against his perineum.
His cock would be rubbing against my abdomen. It worked for us.
With all the tickling and chasing around the bed we'd worked up a
sweat. That, along with our precum, made things better. I could feel his
cock slip back and forth as he humped me. Mine slid easily against his
perineum and as he had his legs together, that only added to my pleasure.
He had my head held with his hands and my hands were kneading those two
globes that made up his cute bubble butt. I loved the feel of his ass
flexing. Besides, I could tease his anus with my fingers. I waited before
using the finger treatment. I knew as soon as I started it, he would soon
reach climax. In the meantime we just kept humping each other in a slow
manner, all the while kissing and licking each other.
While I loved the feel of Corey's ass, I decided to rub and massage
his back for a while. I noticed that as my hands reached his shoulders I
could hold him so I controlled the kissing. It was a small victory in that
I was sure he didn't care that I now had some control over what we were
doing. By now neither of us cared who was in control. We were too wrapped
up in what we were doing. Besides, it felt soooooo good.
We continued to kiss. All the while we were kissing my focus kept
narrowing. Finally all that was left was Corey. My complete attention was
on him and how great it felt to be kissing him. Neither of us was
squirming anymore. We just had our hands on each other and our tongues
dueling with the others. Somewhere during this the thought flitted through
my mind that if I died right now I would go out doing the thing that gave
me the most pleasure. Holding and kissing Corey.
Finally he pulled his head back. We just stared into each others
eyes. I was sure I could see love in his and I hoped he could see my love
for him in mine.
After what seemed like forever we finally started to move. It
required no thought on either of our parts. We knew that now was the time.
The kissing and licking and rubbing against each other was now over.
Though it was enjoyable, it was just a build up for what was to come.
Our minds were on the same wavelength. We needed no unnecessary
words. It was almost like one mind was directing us.
Corey started to move. We held eye contact as long as possible
while he turned his body. Finally our eye contact broke. Shortly his body
was turned so that his head was toward the foot of the bed. I was still on
my back and he was above me. I could see that perfect cock getting closer
to my mouth. This was what all the foreplay was about. This was what we
both wanted.
I placed my hands on his hips and gently rolled him onto his side
while rolling onto my side. I moved my mouth towards that prize that had
been the goal all along.
As I took him in my mouth I heard him hiss, followed by the feel of
his hot mouth engulfing me. My God. It just couldn't get any better than
this.
His mouth felt like a furnace, spreading his fire to me through our
connection. I could feel his tongue again exploring my cock. I returned
the favor, savoring the feel and taste of that part of him with which I
first fell in love. It was wonderful. It just kept getting better. When
we were connected like this my world was complete. It consisted of the
only thing that seemed really important to me at this time and that was
Corey. I loved his smell. The feel of his cock in my mouth was fantastic.
Just running my tongue around his cock was about the best thing I had ever
done. The fact that he was doing the same thing to me did nothing to
detract from my happiness. In fact, it added to it.
People talk about a feeling of ecstasy. I now had that feeling
along with a feeling of great contentment. This is how it ought to be when
two people love each other. Ecstasy, happiness, contentment. Those
feeling made my heart feel as if it might burst.
The fact that our foreplay had lasted as long as it had precluded
our being able to make this moment last for very long. It just wasn't in
the cards. As his tongue explored my cock and mine did the same to him I
could feel his testicles drawing up. I knew that both of us were about
over the edge. I just wished we could hold this feeling forever.
Oh God. I couldn't help it. That feeling started deep inside and
started radiating out through the end of my tool. I was there. I couldn't
stop. Not only that, while I may have wished the moment could last forever
I knew it was only completion of the act that would satisfy me and that
satisfaction was now coming into being. All the while this was happening
to me I could feel his delicious and, in my mind, perfectly shaped cock
swelling and stiffening in my mouth. We had reached our goal together.
The learning of each other's bodies over the last few months had enabled us
to do that.
Suddenly my mouth was filled with, what was to me, the greatest
tasting thing in the world. It was the taste and essence of Corey. Others
may love the taste of something else but I've never found anything that
could compare to his flavor. Maybe it was because I loved him so.
I could feel his hips thrusting and feel mine responding. I wanted
it to last but it wasn't long before it was over.
I could feel his cock softening in my mouth and knew mine was doing
the same in his. It was over. Now all that was left was that feeling of
great contentment that always followed.
I could feel him start to move and when he did his cock slipped out
of my mouth. He turned around on the bed until we were both aligned the
same way. As he lay down in his usual position which was with his head on
my shoulder and one of his legs thrown over one of mine, I wrapped my arms
around him. As he relaxed I heard him sigh. I turned my head towards him
and lightly kissed his forehead. It wasn't long until his breathing slowed
and steadied. He was asleep. I soon followed him.
To be continued.