Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 09:16:09 -0800 From: fritz@nehalemtel.net Subject: I Love Corey, 33 Oh my God. Time for another of those wretched disclaimers. I think I need a few drinks. Pause... Well, I'm not sure that helped but here goes. If you have not yet attained an age that is considered old enough to read stories of this type, please leave. I can't make you. You'll just have to do what your conscience tells you to do. If stories of this type are prohibited reading material in the area in which you live you must also leave. I know, the law sometimes sucks. Sorry about that. I didn't make the law and I can't change it. You'll just have to take your chances if you decide to continue reading this. I made this story up so the idea that the characters or the story resembles anyone living or dead is so wrong that it is ludicrous. Stop and think. Do you really think I'd take that kind of chance? I may not be the smartest person in the world but even I'm not that stupid. 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I won't share that list and will not put you on it unless you request it. Just writing an email will not get you on it. You must request that your name be placed on the list. With all that out of the way I hope you enjoy the following chapter. Fritz **************************************************************************** I Love Corey, Chapter Thirty-three Boy a nights sleep helped. I felt a lot better when the clock started its infernal noise. My cheek was still puffed up but I could still see out of my left eye. At least it hadn't swollen shut. I will have to admit that my eye really stood out. I had a shiner that rivaled those in cartoons. Between stitches in the back of my head and my shiner I was beginning to wonder if I was going to survive. The last couple of weeks hadn't gone too well. I managed to get all the boys up and moving, well I guess you could call it moving. Jimmy finally headed down to rouse his mother and sister. I gave in to the boy's whining and cut some slices of ham. Some eggs and hash browns, along with toast and juice added to the ham would have to do. Dianne looked like her world had ended when she entered the kitchen. One look at her and I wondered if she'd gotten much sleep. Her eyes had dark circles and her face was drawn. I now wished I'd spent some time trying to calm her and help her relax last night. I knew I couldn't solve her problems for her but I might have been able to help her see that, given a little time and effort, things would improve. Well at least I hoped they would. I still hadn't heard what had happened at her house. Maybe I ought to withhold such thoughts and words until I learned exactly what had happened. The first part of breakfast was pretty quiet. It somewhat reminded me of the `Coneheads' and their mass quantities, at least the boys understood mass quantities of food. They did eat a little slower than the Coneheads but I think it was just because they couldn't chew that fast. When things slowed down I finally got some conversation going. Dianne said she had to find a place to live and I told her that there was no hurry; she could stay here for several weeks if necessary. While it might be a little crowded, that would give her time to see if she could work things out with Terry. When I mentioned that, her shoulders slumped even further. Her kids reacted the same way. I'd been trying to help and now I felt terrible. Apparently things were worse than I'd thought. Not having any better ideas, I plunged on, pointing out that, by taking time, she would be able to be more selective in her choice and also would have time to figure out just what she wanted to do. That seemed to get us past that awkward point the mention of her husband had produced. As the conversation went on I learned that she made more than either Terry or I did as teachers. While it couldn't be considered a high income, they should be able to live on her earnings. We discussed mundane things like why they had chosen to rent rather than buy and if her employer offered a good health insurance plan. I learned the health insurance would be about the same as mine although it would cost more than our school plan did. Even so it wouldn't be that big an item for them. By the time I had to leave for school, she had decided to take the day off and try to get some things straightened out. Since she'd agreed that it only made sense to stay with me for a while, I gave her a code for the alarm system so she could get some more of their clothes and other stuff. I just wished I could do something to help her solve her problems. I was later than normal and as soon as I walked in I got questions about my eye. I laughed and told everyone that I got in the way of some hungry boys. Nobody bought it but at least they respected the fact that I didn't want to talk about it. I still got lots of inquisitive looks. I probably could have told them but I wasn't willing to make things worse for Terry yet. While he'd lost a lot of my support, I still wasn't willing to throw him to the dogs. I remember hearing that one shouldn't condemn someone until you'd walked a mile in his shoes. Maybe he'd get his act together and straighten things out. However I doubted that we'd ever have as good a friendship as we once had. Sometimes things are too bad to overlook completely. I was still mad over his treatment of LT. While my colleagues were willing to overlook my lack of an adequate explanation for my shiner, the students were not. I finally just told them I'd led with my face and wasn't willing to tell them who had done it. They tried a few more times to find out but finally gave up. Somehow I didn't think it would take long for someone to figure it out and of course the word would be spread faster than wildfire. We'd talked about it during breakfast and everyone had agreed not to discuss it. I wondered how long it would be before someone asked me if it was the result of a fight between Terry and me. Oh well, Terry needed every minute he could get to decide how to handle his problems and perhaps another day would be enough for him to get his act together. I sure wasn't going to bet on it. Today was one of the days that my second period was free. I'd just gotten settled in to grade some papers when Jerry walked into the lounge and asked me to come into his office. His expression was different than any I was used to and I didn't know what to expect. It didn't take long to take care of that problem. He wanted to know why I'd started a fight with Terry. To say I was stunned doesn't begin to describe it. It seems Terry had told Mr. Marten, the high school principal, I'd started the fight. When I'd gotten past my shock over Terry's lie, I told Jerry just what had happened. When he asked why Terry was lying, I had no idea. Then he asked if there was anyone who would back my version of what had happened. I told him I wasn't sure just what the boys had seen but he could ask them and he could also ask Dianne. I ended up giving him Dianne's cell phone number and just sat there while he called her. By the time he finished talking to her his expression had changed to anger. He sent me back to grading my papers and as I was walking out I could see him pushing buttons on his phone. I would have been willing to bet I knew what the number he was calling was and somehow I didn't think it would be good news for Terry. In fact I was pretty certain that Terry would soon be talking to Mr. Marten and I doubted that he would be enjoying it. I should have known the details of the fight would be out in a short time. The word must have started circulating about lunch time. As I was sitting and eating lunch the students started coming in and asking questions that left no doubt they knew what had happened. While I'd originally started out trying to give Terry a little more time to help himself, that was now no longer possible. Since I wasn't about to lie I was left having to tell the truth and explain as best I could. About half way through lunch Jimmy came in and he looked crushed. He just wanted a shoulder to cry on and I was the one that was handy. I took him into the teacher's lounge for some privacy from the students and tried to calm him. I finally called Dianne and she picked him up. At first he didn't want to go home, or in this case to my home, but when I assured him that missing practice wouldn't stop him from playing he agreed. The whole mess was dragging other people down with it. Both Dianne and Jimmy were upset and depressed. When I thought about it I could see why. I mean after all, how could they feel any other way? The fight had torn their family apart and although they loved Terry, they knew he was wrong. Having someone you love make such a big mistake is hard to handle. You want desperately to support your loved one but sometimes you can't. Just before lunch period ended Jerry came in and told me there would be an emergency school board meeting and I was expected to be there. He also wanted Dianne and the boys there. It would be at eight. Things were getting worse. The thing that made me the maddest was the whole problem should never have been a problem. I mean why should the sexuality of two boys start such a ruckus? They weren't harming anyone. They weren't trouble makers and in fact were well liked by most of the faculty before this all blew up. For that matter, why is there so much homophobia? So far no one had ever come up with an explanation that made any sense to me. In what way did two boys loving each other endanger anyone? They just wanted to be left alone and allowed to be who they were. So far there were at least three families torn apart and that didn't include those affected by the arrests over the Gator. So far there were seven arrests over that and, according to Allen, there would most likely be a couple more. How many of those arrested would end up in jail I didn't know but I'd been assured that there would be several. To me the whole thing was ridiculous. I mean really, people are people and should be accepted as such. I didn't think anything of the fact that Terry and his family were black and instead had judged them by their actions. Up until now I'd thought highly of them. I guess I'm just one of those oddballs to whom things like color, religion, sexual preference, or race means nothing. I look at the person and don't worry much about those types of things. They'd never seemed important to me. Good people come in all colors and flavors and so do bad people. I'd always been one who looked for the good in people and generally found it. Those few whom I considered bad, I tried to avoid. For the most part that had worked well but now I found myself in the middle of a battle that, to my mind, was senseless. The reality was that JJ and LT were most likely gay although they were still a little young for me to be sure of that. They seemed sure of it and I'd just have to take their words for it. That one thing was tearing the community apart and lives with it and it was all so senseless. The student body seemed quiet the rest of the day. They knew there was a mess going on and had picked up on the fact that the teachers were upset. This was the first time since we'd clinched a play-off spot it had been this quiet. Maybe they knew they'd be forced to take sides before it was over and weren't looking forward to it. I just hoped that it would calm down and people could go on with their lives. While it had all seemed to start when the problems with the Scouts came up, I realized it had been brewing for a lot longer. Rev. Langston could take the credit or blame for some of that although, if he hadn't found an audience, his message wouldn't have been heard. In my free moments I wondered what made some people so receptive to that kind of message but could find no answers, at least none that made any sense. All I was left with were questions. Why do some people hate Jews, or homosexuals, or blacks, or Muslims, or any of a number of other groups? Hate gains you nothing. It doesn't make you better or put money in your pocket. It's just so senseless. While I can understand disliking someone who happens to be black, or a Jew, or member of one of the groups people seem to hate because of some action that person has done, why hate the whole group? After a somewhat subdued practice I gathered up the boys and headed for home. At least the two boys I asked to talk with me no longer seemed nervous when JJ and LT were in the locker room. In fact one of them seemed to be completely back to normal around them and was joking with them and teasing them. As they helped Corey pick up the laundry there was some towel throwing and laughter amongst all. Maybe my words had helped. I didn't feel like cooking so we stopped at Downie's and picked up a couple of their deli chickens. Of course Mrs. Downie zeroed in on us and there was the usual grilling on the happenings at the school. As we were finishing up on our shopping JJ asked if he could have a pocket book he's seen. That brought up the fact that we'd never discussed allowances. In fact, I'd never given Corey one. Somehow that had slipped my mind. The only money he had was his pay for doing the team laundry. I decided I needed to do something about that. I told him to hang onto his book and he could buy it. He looked surprised and disappointed but just tagged along as I checked out. I got some cash back and gave each of them twenty-five dollars to start with and told them we'd get the whole allowance thing straightened out this weekend. I needed some time to decide what would be appropriate for their ages. Come to think of it, they'd all be fourteen as soon as Corey had his birthday. In fact we needed to have a talk about chores and a lot of other things. I wondered how parents managed to keep up with all the things that seemed to be piling up on me. I'd almost forgotten Corey's birthday this Sunday. Well at least there was one major present for him. Jimmy and Cindy were just sitting around when we got home. They said Dianne was getting another load of things from their home and should be here shortly. About then Corey got back from checking on his mother. He ran over to their apartment every night to see if she'd left him a note. We'd met her car downtown and knew she was in town. Tonight he was very upset. "There's an eviction notice on the door," he sobbed. Good Lord, I thought I already had enough problems. I didn't need more. I led him over to my recliner and pulled him onto my lap. His head was soon on my shoulder and I could hear him crying and feel his tears. I was so angry over the fact that she hadn't seen fit to answer any of his notes after being missing for over a week that I couldn't decide what to do. I just knew something had to be done. The uncertainty her actions had caused was tearing him apart. I knew there were lots of times he felt awful but tried to put it out of his mind. We'd have to do something. The question was what. About then Dianne came in. She looked about like I was sure Corey felt. She did say that Jerry had contacted her and asked her to come to the meeting. I felt sorry for her. She was caught in the middle of a nasty situation and I just didn't have a good solution for her. In fact I didn't have any solutions for everything that seemed to be piling up on me, let alone anyone else. Dinner was a gloomy meal. Nobody wanted to talk and even the boys just picked at their meal. The fact they weren't eating much told me that they were upset. We never even touched the second chicken. Normally it would have disappeared like it had never existed. The meeting with the school board did nothing to lighten the mood. Those present were the school board, the principals and vice principals and of course those concerned which were Terry, Dianne, the boys, and myself. Mrs. Handly, the high school secretary, was there to record the meeting. Mr. Marten started it off by reporting what Terry had told him. The evening went downhill from there. When I said that wasn't how I remembered it the shouting started, at least on Terry's part. I did learn the boys had seen the whole thing because the shouting before the fight had caused them to peek in. Mr. Downie finally got the shouting stopped long enough to tell everyone they'd be interviewed one at a time. At that point we were only partway through Corey's testimony. It wasn't pleasant sitting there with Terry glaring at us. The board had asked us to wait in the front part of the office and they were in Mr. Marten's private office. I don't know why they used the order they did but the boys were first, followed by Terry and then Dianne. I was last. They didn't seem to really care what I said and they didn't ask any questions. I think they had made up their minds before they ever got to me. My part didn't take long and then we sat and waited for a few minutes. Mr. Downie came out and asked Terry to come into the private office and told the rest of us we could go home. All in all, a very depressing meeting. The boys were upset, Dianne was crying and I just felt beat. I just couldn't figure out what had happened to Terry. His actions were so out of character for him. Normally he had a calm and humorous personality. I couldn't remember ever seeing him mad. It was almost like he was a different person. Jimmy and Cindy took one look at their mother and figured out that things hadn't gone well. We sat around for about an hour and no one could think of anything to talk about. Finally everyone just gave up and went to bed. Corey curled up in his usual position and was soon asleep but I couldn't seem to join him. I was still worrying about his mother and what should be done about that. I knew he loved her but her actions made me wonder if she really loved him anymore. I finally decided she probably did but had too many problems of her own to pay proper attention to him. In fact my last thought before falling asleep was that she probably didn't pay any attention to anything except her drug habit. Here it was, Friday morning and I should have been looking forward to the weekend and the game. Instead I was discouraged. I had Corey's mother to worry about, along with Dianne and her kids. Add in the fact that I had made no plans for a birthday party for Corey and things just seemed to be piling up on me. When I asked Corey what he'd like for a birthday party and if there was anything he'd like for a gift, all I got was a shrug. Dianne just continued to stare at her coffee cup and JJ and LT didn't seem to be paying any attention either. The only one that even looked up was Cindy. I guess at ten years of age she still didn't fully realize how much her life had been changed. Since I didn't get anything out of the crew this morning I'd just have to see if I could come up with any ideas myself. The whole morning was so depressing I was glad to leave for work. Not one of my morning companions was worth being around today, at least not now. Maybe things would be better this evening. At least most of the swelling had gone down and my cheek didn't look too bad. The shiner was a different matter. I had managed to run down the school nurse and gotten the stitches out of my head yesterday so that was one thing I didn't have to worry about today. Now if my head would quit itching where they'd been. The students were all wound up again. They'd gotten over yesterday and once again were looking forward to the game. The noise level was up and the concentration level down. When second period rolled around, I spent it trying to figure out what to do about Corey. After about half of it was gone I decided to call the Blue Schooner and see what was going on with Mrs. Babcock. Maybe I could get her to write Corey some notes. That would cheer him up I was sure. What I found out was she'd been fired and hadn't worked there for almost a month. She hadn't even been there for over three weeks. That didn't give me much to go on. A little more thought and I called Allen Carson, my friend at the sheriff's office. He said he'd check and see if he could learn anything. I had a few minutes left and finally gave up and called Judy. At least she seemed interested and listened to me. She told me she would look into things on her end and see what she could find out. While I hadn't learned anything, I felt better after talking to her. I was going to have to find time to talk to her. I needed some help figuring out what to do. Suddenly the day seemed brighter. I guess the fact that I'd started something in motion made me feel like I'd accomplished something. I wasn't sure where it would go but at least I was no longer just reacting. Now to try to figure out what to do for Corey's birthday. At lunch I got an idea. I called the Springer House and asked if they would be available to fix a meal Sunday evening. I explained it was Corey's birthday and Mrs. Springer said not to worry, just show up at about seven. I told her about JJ and LT and she told me not to worry, she still remembered what boys liked. Now if I could just think of something more for a gift. The shotgun would be the main one but he needed something more. Hopefully he would be cheered up by then. The rest of the day went pretty well. The team was about as ready as I could get them. They had the changes in the defense down as well as I could expect and the offense seemed sharp. There was a pretty good chance of rain and that would probably hurt us but I couldn't do anything about that so I didn't worry. No matter what the weather, we'd have to play. Dianne got home just after we did. She'd gone to work today and it looked like getting back into her routine had helped her. In fact everyone seemed more cheerful. I'd picked up some nice looking pork chops and started brining them. I'd decided to have stewed tomatoes, green beans, and biscuits with the pork chops. I started preheating the ovens. Some canned tomatoes, diced cheddar cheese, a couple slices of bread and a little sugar went into one kettle. The green beans would get a little dill weed and butter to finish them. Time to start the biscuits. When all the ingredients except for the buttermilk were cut together I set them aside until I was ready to finish them. All I'd have to do was add the buttermilk and finish them. I had a cup of coffee while I waited for the pork chops to finish brining. When chops had been in the brine long enough, I dried them off and started browning them in a hot skillet. The beans were heating and it was time for the biscuits. I added the buttermilk and worked a little flour into the dough and patted them out. Using a glass with some flour on the rim I quickly cut them out and put them in the pan. Into the oven they went. The pork chops were now all browned. I spread them across the broiler pan and put them into the other oven. I drained the beans and added the dill weed and butter. Dinner was about ready. The boys had the table set and I asked them to add some honey and jams. I normally only used butter on my biscuits but maybe one of them would like either the honey or one of the jams. Corey had eaten the tomato dish before and he dug right in. The rest looked a little skeptical. It wasn't long until they figured out they liked it and were doing as well as Corey. The pork chops were tender and juicy and the biscuits light. Dinner was a success. The chops were thick and I'd cooked two for each of the boys and one for each of the rest of us along with a spare. There was one left. I couldn't get anyone to finish it off. Out of four cups of flour there were only three biscuits left, the tomato dish was gone and almost all of the beans. I'd figured it pretty close. Dianne wanted to look for a house to rent tomorrow morning. She was going to take her kids with her and would make sure Jimmy made it to the game on time. That gave us some time to shop for Corey. We could do some shopping for JJ and LT too. No one wanted to talk. We sat around and watched some mind numbing programs on the television until it was time to go to bed. Even there it was disappointing. Corey didn't respond when I kissed him. Instead of curling into his usual position with his head on my chest, he was on his side with his face away from me. I spooned up behind him and draped my left arm across his middle. He sort of wiggled back into me and sighed. With that he soon drifted off to sleep. Some wonderful feelings woke me up. I managed to pry an eye open and I could see a blond head doing unmentionable things to a certain part of me. While my mind wasn't very awake, another part of me was and it sure was enjoying what was happening to it. The feelings of a hot tongue bathing it sent shivers through me. What a great alarm clock. I didn't even think of looking for his snooze button. After all, who would want to shut a clock like this off? A little squirming around and my goal was soon in sight. Boy it looked good. The foreskin was drawn back and there was a drop of liquid on the tip. I wanted, no needed that drop. It was pure essence of Corey. It had been several days since I'd had any of his essence and I wasn't willing to wait any longer. A flick of my tongue and I captured it. His whole body jerked when I did that and I heard a gasp. He soon got back to business. God it felt great. I rolled that drop around in my mouth, covering as much of my tongue with it as possible. Ah yes, it still tasted as good as ever. I decided to see if I could nurse a little more of it from that beautiful piece of flesh that was just a few inches from my mouth. Licking my lips, I started in. I made another swipe with my tongue. Yes, there was still some of that nectar waiting for me. The only problem was that what he was doing to me had me so excited that I lost all ability to continue with my quest. He'd swallowed me and I was lost in a haze of feelings. I knew I wanted him but I lacked the ability to do anything about it. He had total control of me and as his throat muscles worked their magic, all I could do was let him. The feelings coming from my groin had stopped all voluntary action. All I could do was react to his efforts. It didn't take long and he brought me to that place where I could feel my back arching and all my feelings seemed centered in his mouth. He'd learned well. What his mouth was doing to me put me in sensory overload. I could feel the muscles in my back and butt jerk as I tried to give him more than I had. It was wonderful. It took me a couple of minutes to get myself back under control. As the hazy fog of pleasure lifted I could see that piece of flesh that I was sure held more essence of Corey. The only question was how I wanted to get it. It was still twitching in time with his heartbeat. Suddenly I again had control of my muscles. I decided it was time to return the favor and along the way I'd get some more Eau De Corey. Now the only thing was to decide how I wanted to do it. I got on my hand and knees and crawled down and got between his legs. That gave me a good angle to do a little tongue bathing. A few swipes along the underside of his cock produced the start of some Corey sounds. I got an idea and grabbed a pillow. I pushed it under his butt and sure enough, that made it a lot easier to give certain parts of his anatomy a good tongue bath. I was no longer hitting the bed with my chin. A little mouthing and sucking on his testicles produced some whimpers and groans. I grabbed the underside of his knees and pushed them upward and outward. That exposed him perfectly. I immediately started licking his perineum. I finished each lick by trying to lift a testicle, switching from side to side. He grabbed his knees and pulled his legs even closer to his chest. As I continued licking and mouthing, his groans turned to moans. He drew his legs even tighter to his chest. He was as exposed and vulnerable as he could get. I couldn't resist. My tongue traveled even lower and I could feel the ridges of his pucker with my tongue. The result was startling. He started squirming and whining and pulling his legs as tight to his chest as he could. A few more licks at that very private place produced a keening sound. He seemed to like what I was doing and so did I. It had a kind of funky Corey flavor, a little different than any other place I'd tried before. I decided I liked it. In fact I really liked it. I'd thought it might taste kind of gross but it really didn't. Just a little different version of Corey, although it was a little stronger. I wasn't sure I'd like it if he needed a bath but we'd both had one last night so he was still nice and clean. I got real serious about the licking. Those keening sounds soon had sobs and gasps mixed in. His toes were curled down as far as they'd go and he was jerking and twitching like he'd grabbed an electric wire that was still hot. By now I'd licked most of the surface flavor off. Time to see if I could get a little deeper and find some more of it. I was rapidly becoming addicted to that special Corey flavor. As soon as I tried that it was like I'd unlocked a tiger. He was jerking and thrashing and just generally bouncing around. The sounds, which I generally thought of as Corey sounds, were unlike any I'd ever heard before. They were more explosive in nature and delivered with more force. I guess you could say they had more of a staccato sound. His feet were pointed straight down and his toes curled under. About that time his legs slipped from his hands and his legs landed on my shoulders. Then I could feel his heels digging into my back as he tried to lever his body up in the air. There were three or four jerks and he got his ass about six inches off of the pillow before he collapsed back down. The cries and groans and grunts were gone. All I could hear was his panting. I slipped his legs off of my shoulders and raised my head. His eyes were glazed and clearly not focusing. There was a pearly trail of his essence from his neck to his cock. It didn't take long for me to start licking that essence up. I wasn't willing to take a chance that any of it might run off. By the time I finished cleaning him up, his breathing had slowed. I stretched out beside him and waited. At last he took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. A grin played across his face and I heard the word, "Awesome." Another deep breath and he turned to me. "I can't believe you did that." "You liked it?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just grinned. I guess I'll take that as a yes. We just laid there looking at each other and grinning for a couple of minutes. About that time I decided my bladder needed relief. I was joined by Corey and we had our usual contest to see if we could hit the same spot. A quick shower followed and we were ready to face the day. Somehow things looked better than they had for the past several days and I was looking forward to enjoying the day and the game. Things had been very depressing since Tuesday but that was now gone. Corey was smiling and things were once again right in my world. To be continued...