Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 01:56:19 -0700
From: Fritz Jorgensen <fritz@nehalemtel.net>
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Three

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         I Love Corey, Chapter Three
         Back at my house I finished up with the everyday tasks that take
up time in a mindless sort of way. All the while my mind was churning and
trying to figure out how to handle the situation. I knew that I had to have
him around me but how could I accomplish that with out raising suspicion
and getting us both in trouble. Around and around I went, the proverbial
vicious circle. Every idea that came to mind drew attention to us and we
couldn't afford that. Finally about one I crawled into bed but couldn't get
to sleep. My mind wouldn't relax. After about a half hour I got up and went
to my desk and started to write the problem down. One of my teachers had
told me to break big problems down into little parts and try to solve the
parts. The fact that he was talking about math at the time didn't matter. I
have always found it a good way to work things out. Still no answer. After
an hour or so I was so wound up and frustrated that I decided to take a
jog. So I put on my running shorts and shoes and started out. I didn't
think that would solve the problem but maybe I would get tired enough to go
to sleep. It was a beautiful moonlit night and as I ran the answer finally
came to me. Coaching had really paid off. The best defense is a good
offense. That and a little misdirection might just solve the problem. I
went home, took a shower, and went to bed.
         The next morning I felt great. As I fixed breakfast I wondered if
it would work. I couldn't see any holes but there might be some so I kept
thinking about it. As I was about to sit down and eat I saw Corey come out
of the woods that separate the road he lives on from mine. While I had
walked him home I had told him if got up early enough to come over for
breakfast. As he continued toward my house I got up and started fixing
more. When he walked in I pointed at the table and told him to have at it.
         "Not much," I said, "Just oatmeal, orange juice, toast and cocoa."
         "Where's yours?" he asked.
          "Didn't know if you'd make it so I'm fixing mine now."
          "I'll wait for you," he said.
         I'd made enough oatmeal for both of us so I speared a piece of
toast, squeezed another glass of juice and sat down and we started
eating. When the next batch of toast was done I got up and buttered it.
         "It tastes a lot better with butter on it," he said.
         I tore mine in half and dipped it in the cocoa (something I have
liked since I was a little kid). He looked puzzled and I told him to try it
that way. He did and grinned at me.
         "That's good," was his only comment.
         After breakfast we talked a little and I told him it would be
better if he rode the bus to school like he usually did as I had to get
there a lot earlier than he did. He agreed so I gathered up my stuff and
left. At the school where I teach there is a meeting of the teachers and
the principal before school starts where we discuss problems and students
(sometimes they are the same but we have a nice bunch of kids so not as
often as some other schools). Here we go I thought as I started in.
          "It's come to my attention that one of our student's mother is a
little short on funds and I think we ought to give him a free lunch
ticket," I started out.
          Principal Mathers smiled at me and asked if it was another one of
my crusades.
          I kind of hung my head and said, "Well, you know me. I can't
leave well enough alone."
          Most of them chuckled at that. This wasn't the first time I had
done something like this. I am who I am. I'm one of those people who just
want to help. I'm always finding some kid who needs tutoring, help with
home problems or some other thing. After three years they are used to me. I
went on to explain what little I knew about Corey's situation. Several
others had a few comments about him and it was decided to give him the
ticket for now and check the situation out further. I then told them about
the lack of a bus ride home after practice. They pointed out there was no
money for the bus so I said as it was only a block or so out of my way I
would haul him home. They told me to get his mothers permission and I said
I would this weekend.
         Then I explained to them about his mother working and the problems
that presented regarding dinner for him. That presented problems as the
school is not in the business of feeding the body for the most part, only
the mind. I was skating on thin ice here but I had to try. Lots of
discussion followed but in the end one of my colleagues saved the day.
         Her comment was, "Well you found the problem, you solve it. You
can turn them into the children's service department or whatever."
         I paused as if considering that. "I hate to do that as he seems to
love his mother and if I do that it might create problems for them."
         Another colleague suggested that I feed him. Eureka. I had done
it. Now if I didn't give anything away.
         I paused as if considering my answer. "Well...he isn't that big,
he can't eat that much. Maybe I'll try that for a while and see if we can't
find something better."
         That about cracked up several of them who had teenagers in their
homes. Mrs. Williams wondered if I would make her a crusade as she thought
I was a better cook then she was. More laughter from the group. After
agreeing to talk to his mother and see how she felt about all this we got
on to the rest of the usual morning business which wasn't much and after a
few announcements went out to face the masses. I was on cloud nine. By
putting it in the open nobody would suspect a thing I hoped.

          I thought the day would drag but it didn't. Things went on as
usual. There was one brighter than normal spot. I had cafeteria duty that
week and as I sat there punching tickets I saw Corey at the end of the
line. When everyone else was in he came up and handed me his ticket. As I
punched it he said, "Thank you. I know you arranged this for me and I get
so hungry by the end of the day."
          Don't ask me about practice. I have no idea what went on. I
assume we did the usual things but I really don't know. It's a good thing
Corey kept his mind on business. All I could think about was I had a chance
to pull this whole charade off. When practice was over and the laundry in
the dryer we jumped in the pickup and headed off. I told Corey we had to
stop and buy groceries but really it was more of my defensive plan. The
store where I normally shop belongs to a member of the school board. He and
his wife run an upscale market with excellent meat and produce and as it
was well know I had some money, no one thought any thing odd about my
shopping there. While I doubted that I would see Mr. Downie I figured I'd
see his wife and knowing how things worked around school by now I was sure
she would have heard about my latest `crusade'. I told Corey what I was
trying to do on the way so he was ready to help. Sure enough, Mrs. Downie
was out in the store waiting to waylay me. After chatting a little I
introduced Corey. We chatted a little more and I got on with shopping. The
Cornish game hens looked good so I grabbed a couple of them and some other
stuff and we headed home.
          As I headed for the kitchen to fix dinner Corey followed me and
seemed to want to talk. As I was fixing the stuffing for the game hens he
suddenly said, "Yesterday was the best day of my life. When you sucked me I
had never felt any thing so good. It was so much better then jerking off."
         I glanced up at him and said, "Wait till tonight. I'm going to
show you how good it really can be."
         "How can it be better?" he asked. My reply, "Yesterday was raw
sex. Tonight I am going to make love to you."
          He asked what I meant and as I stood there chopping onions,
celery, etc. for the stuffing I tried to explain the difference between
love and sex. Now sex for the sake of sex is fine once in a while but I
much prefer love. Just a romantic at heart I guess. It shows in my choice
of music and art, my sunny outlook on the goodness of the human race and a
lot of other things. How do you explain that to a thirteen year old? He was
such a complex mix of worldliness and little boy. I didn't know him well
enough yet to really know where to begin.
         "Corey," I began, "I don't know if I can but I'll try. Loving
someone is doing what they would like to do even though you would rather do
something else.  When it's over, what ever it was, you find it was better
then what you wanted to do because your partner is happy and you find that
is all that it takes to make you happy. It's a poor explanation but it's
the best I can do." I paused, "It's caring and sharing experiences and
wanting the best for the other person. Maybe tonight I can show you a
glimpse of it."
         Those vivid blue eyes looked up at me a soft smile lit up his
face. "You make it sound so good. I sure hope so." We continued to chat and
suddenly he asked "Where did you learn to make love?"
          Memories came flooding back and I started to blush. As he was
looking at me he immediately started to apologize. "Don't apologize" I
said, "It's a funny story."
          He leaned back in the chair waiting so I started out. "Corey,
most people lie about sex. Why I'm not sure. Maybe they are so insecure
they are afraid to tell the truth. What I am going to tell you is the truth
to the best of my recollection. This took place about ten years ago next
April. I was fifteen and so horny you wouldn't believe it. I swear if a
rattlesnake had offered to let me fuck it and told me that at the end it
would bite my cock and I would die I would have said let's get started. I
was a virgin. It wasn't from lack of trying. I just kept striking out. I
suppose the fact that I couldn't decide whether I liked boys or girls had
something to do with it. More likely it stood out all over me like a sign
saying I WANT SEX... I couldn't understand why I couldn't score as I
thought I was the sexiest stud in high school. Anyway I had injured my knee
in track and couldn't even work out enough to take the edge off. The doctor
wouldn't let me run for another three weeks. My Uncle Matt was a grad
student at Stanford and they were having a big track meet. He talked to the
folks and they agreed to let me attend. Now I adore my Uncle Matt. He is
nine years older then I am and always seemed to find time for me. Why I
have no idea. He taught me to swim and ride a bike. He got me drunk the
first time and held my head when I was sick afterwards.  He told me about
the birds and bees about two years before my father tried to. Dad sure was
relieved when I told him Uncle Matt already had explained it. Anyhow Uncle
Matt picked me up at school Friday afternoon and up to Palo Alto we
went. It was a little over an hours drive and after having dinner Uncle
Matt said we should go over to the frat house and have a beer. I felt so
grown up. When we got there a party was going on. Here were all these
college guys and girls walking around and flirting with each other. All of
a sudden I didn't feel nearly as mature as I had earlier. Uncle Matt was
well liked and he introduced me around. After that he wandered off to be
with his girlfriend. I didn't know what to say to all those people so I
just took my beer and found a corner to hide in and stood there sipping
it. Now I'm just standing there feeling out of place when this really foxey
girl comes over and starts talking to me. She's about five four, maybe a
hundred and fifteen pounds with red hair and sparkling green eyes. She is
stacked like a brick shithouse and I can't believe my luck. Here is the
best looking girl in the room talking to me. My ego puffed up along with my
cock. After a while she says she's so horny she can't stand it. I wasn't
ready for that but knew I had to try. So I tried to be like the movie
heroes. The next thing I know we are in a bedroom undressing each other. I
didn't know a damn thing about girl's clothes but finally got them off her
without ruining them. Now my poor dick has been hard ever since she started
talking to me. We get on the bed and now I have no clue as to how I am
supposed to proceed and she seems to think I should know just what to
do. So I start fumbling around. I was so hot and worked up I was about
ready to explode." I looked at him and asked, "Did you make the first
basket you tried to shoot?" He shook his head no.
          I continued on.  "I knew what the goal was, just didn't know how
to get there. I had to try anyway. So here I am between her legs trying to
get things lined up and I'm shaking like a leaf. I made a lunge and missed
and my dick slid along on top of her. That one touch brought on a climax
and here I am shooting all over her and the sheets. I was mortified. I
started stammering out an apology and was about ready to cry when she asked
if it was my first time. I knew it wouldn't do any good to lie so I
admitted it. She smiled and said to wait a few minutes and we would try
again. The second wasn't much better. I managed to get connected but a
couple of thrusts and I shot again. It helped me but I could tell she
didn't get much out of it. She started explaining how to try and make her
happy. The third time was a lot better. From her reaction I think she
enjoyed it."
         By now I had finished making the stuffing for the game hens and
put them in the oven.  After I had the rest of the preparations for dinner
completed I continued with the story.
         "We got dressed and went down and got another beer. After a few
swallows she went over and told Uncle Matt that she was going to `borrow'
me for a while. I have not a clue at what happened at the track meet. Late
Sunday morning Uncle Matt picked me up at her apartment to take me
home. Sarah told him she thought I was a keeper. I was a wreck but a happy
one. When got in the car Uncle Matt was grinning.  I was so tired I just
leaned back and dozed off. A while later I woke up because I had to take a
leak and we were in a rest area and Uncle Matt was reading a book. He
helped me get cleaned up and took me home. She is a great lady and she
showed me the way."
         I paused and made a couple of glasses of iced tea for us and sat
down across from him and continued. "She taught me that it isn't about
yourself but about your partner, that you have to try to read the signals
your partner gives you. The first few times with a new lover are the
hardest but in some senses the most fun. You try different things on each
other to see what works best." I paused. "After that I had a lot more luck
with my love life. Maybe it was confidence, maybe I was more relaxed or
maybe that sign was gone. I don't know. Later that year about the time
summer vacation started, my best friend Jason told me he was gay. Now I'd
heard about gay people and wondered about it and if I was gay.  I would
have liked to try something but was way too embarrassed to ever talk about
it with anyone. While I liked to look at boys, I was still thought that I
was probably straight.  I wasn't ready to admit that I might be gay, even
to myself."
         "I told him that didn't make any difference to me, that we were
still best friends. He stammered and kept talking and I suddenly realized
he wanted me. That really turned me on. Jason's grandparents had come from
Italy and he had curly brown hair and brown eyes. He had the cutest dimples
and when he talked he waved his hands around. I'd always thought he was
good looking but never suspected he was gay. We went to his house as his
parents both worked and his sister had a summer job."
         "We fooled around and jacked each other off and kissed but it
wasn't working for me. I could tell he thought he was losing me and he was
getting desperate. I felt so sorry for him. Then I remembered Sarah, how
she had been so patient. You know... I think that was one of the hardest
things I've ever done. I had to try. How do you tell your best friend he's
a poor lover? We were both young and didn't know anything. Anyway, I
started in. It seemed like the only word he heard was Sarah. All the rest
of the words didn't exist for him. He told me to get out. I wasn't done so
I wouldn't leave. Jason started trying to hit me. I was a little bigger and
stronger so I eventually got him down on the bed and held him down, all the
time trying to tell him we needed to learn how to please each other. He
started to cry and so did I. There we were, naked on the bed, me on top
holding him down and both crying and screaming at each other. He finally
ran down and I kept talking, trying to explain. At last he seemed to hear
the words I was saying. Some hope came back on his face. We spent the
summer learning to please each other. I guess that about covers how I
learned to make love. It just takes a lot of practice to get good at
it. I'm still learning."
         Glancing at my watch, I got up to continue fixing dinner. Corey
didn't say anything. He just sat there with a far off expression on his
face. I wondered what he was thinking about. As I fixed the green beans,
cucumber salad and biscuits he never said a word. Dinner was finally done
and I told him to wash up. As we sat down to eat he looked up and said
softly, "I'd like to meet Sarah. You make her sound wonderful."
         I smiled and said, "Maybe you will. Uncle Matt married her half
sister."
          "You mean you still see her?"
         "Yes," I said. "She lives in Texas and married the star linebacker
of the football team. His name's Bruno. Don't ever call football players
dumb. He has a PHD in physics and works for an aerospace firm." I
continued, "He would have been an NFL player but he ruined his knee his
senior year."
         We went ahead and finished dinner. Corey still put away a lot of
food but was a lot more mannerly. When we finished I asked him if he'd like
to see the house. I showed him the family room where the computer and my
organ were (actually, it is a fancy keyboard dressed as an organ. I never
had any music lessons when I was young and I bought it on a whim. I don't
play very well but like to try. Maybe sometime I will have time to take
lessons.) We finally made it downstairs to the sex room. I asked him if he
thought he was ready.
         "I don't know but I'd sure like to find out."
         I walked over and punched some numbers into the CD changer and the
stereo started to play some soft dreamy orchestra music (Jackie Gleeson's
Music for Lovers Only) I had discovered a couple of years ago. As Bobby
Hackett's romantic trumpet played I started in. I slowly undressed us and
laid him on the satin sheets on the edge of the bed. He felt tense so I
started off with him face down and gave him a massage. I idly wondered if
my physical therapy instructor would approve. I leaned over and whispered
"just let me do everything and go along. We'll learn along the way what you
like.
         As that golden trumpet soared, I started kissing him. Then I stuck
my tongue against is lips. I think he started to ask me what I was doing
but he never got a chance. When his mouth opened I stuck my tongue in and
started exploring his mouth. I could tell he didn't know what to make of it
but as he didn't resist I continued. He started to respond. I kept right on
and after a little while I started licking and kissing his face. When I got
to his eyes I could taste the salt in the corners. I worked down to his
neck and chest. I slipped my hands under his body, one hand from each side
and started massaging his shoulders and neck muscles. As I kissed and
licked his nipples I could feel him enjoying it. I nuzzled his arm pit and
he started to twitch. I was either tickling him or turning him on. He
sighed so I knew I had found a hot spot. The song switched again. I had
lost track of how many songs had played but I didn't care. There were 3 CDs
in the set and I was sure neither of us would last that long. Slipping my
hands down his back I went to work on his abdomen.
         My back was starting to ache and he was squirming all over the
bed. I wasn't worried as I knew where I was going even if he didn't. He was
panting and I could feel him getting tense but I kept right on licking his
belly button. He climaxed and I could feel the semen hit my forehead and
ear. As it slowly ran down my face he started to apologize and I stopped
long enough to tell him not to worry, everything was right on track. I
switched angles and now my head was aimed at his feet. I went back up a
ways and started again. I had started with him on my left and now he was on
my right. I could feel his warm breath against my right shoulder. After a
while he started to respond again. As I worked on his body I began to lose
track of everything else. I no longer heard the music. I started on his
cock. My shoulder was on his stomach holding him down. My hands were under
him massaging his buttocks. I would squeeze them and then with my fingers
rub the area around his anus and that area between the anus and scrotum
called the perineum. Far off I could hear a strange sound. I can't really
describe it. It was somewhere between a wail and a gasp. I suddenly
realized I was about to cum. My god, I thought. I haven't lost control
while giving a blow job since that summer with Jason. I couldn't help it. I
started fucking the side of the bed. Corey started bouncing like a
basketball. It was marvelous. We coasted to a stop and I could feel the
cramps in my back. I just collapsed on him. I could hear the music
again. Sometime we had switched to the second CD. I could feel his sweaty
skin under me, smell his mild musky odor and taste his somewhat sweet,
salty cum in my mouth. My knees were sore from being on them that long. I
was totally spent.
         I felt him take a deep breath and heard him say, "Now I understand
what you mean."
         I had succeeded.  Authors note When I started to write this I had
read a bunch of the other stories which are posted. Some I had enjoyed and
others no. (Actually, one of the ones I didn't care for caused me to say to
myself "I can do better then that." Then I wondered if I could and decided
to see) Thinking about the ones I liked and the ones I disliked I
discovered that the one major difference was that in the ones I liked you
got a glimpse of the emotions or personality of the people in the story.

          Therefore, I decided that I would try to construct the story in
such a way that the readers would begin to get to know the people
involved. Never having written anything before I didn't have a clue as to
how to do this but as the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
          The first thing I discovered was that the erotic part and the
story part were rarely the same. It also means that the erotic part
occupies a smaller part then in a lot of other stories. So be it. Hopefully
you will like both the erotic part and the story part.  Think of the story
part rather like foreplay. (Good foreplay makes the sex act much better)
         In looking over the first three chapters I realized that one
should more properly consider this series a love story. To say that
discovery surprised me is the classic understatement. That was not the
original goal. It seems to have taken on its' own life and I am not sure
where it will go. I will say I wish I had paid more attention in high
school to writing. Punctuation and grammar would likely be much better.
         To those of you who have taken the time and trouble to e-mail me
with encouragement, my many thanks.
         Enough. I need to get back to plotting chapter four.
         Fritz