Date: Sun, 01 Aug 2004 07:24:43 -0700
From: Fritz Jorgensen <fritz@nehalemtel.net>
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Four
Time for the usual disclaimer. Yes, I know, you've read it before.
None the less, here it is.
If you're too young to be reading a story like this get your ass
out of here. What are you trying to do? Get me in trouble.
If you're offended by stories describing some of the activities
that gay people do that are of a sexual nature, leave right now.
If it's against the law to read stories like this in the area you
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This story is not based on anybody. If it appears so, it is purely
coincidental.
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to reply to all email but if you are going to criticize, please be
specific. If you just intend to `flame' me I'll likely do the same to you.
Same old email address fritz@nehalemtel.net Some of Maverick's writings can
be accessed at the following. www.agaysex.com/Authors/maverick.shtml I
recommend My New Older Brother and Knowing Dave. I think all of his
writings are good but suggest you start there. Hope you enjoy the
following. Fritz
Prologue
I have always enjoyed writers who developed the characters so that
the reader felt that he or she could understand them. (Examples, Margaret
Mitchell's Gone with the Wind, Tom Clancy's series about Jack Ryan,
writings by Jeffery Archer, Ayn Rand, Leon Uris and the like) While I have
no illusions that I will be able to do as well as they do, I mention them
so you will get an idea of what I would like to accomplish. Whether or not
I even come close to that goal is for you to decide.
The first three chapters were written as a lark. I had read a story
which I considered particularly poorly written. The spelling was so bad I
had a hard time figuring out what the writer was trying to say. I thought
even I can do better then that. Then I got to wondering. Could I do better
then that? I took a piece of paper and scratched out an outline and dashed
off chapter one. It was submitted during the holiday and I wrote chapter
two before chapter one was posted. Unless you have submitted some stories I
doubt that you can understand my amazement when I read the reviews and
started to get some very nice e-mails. Some things happened after that. I
discovered the writings of Maverick. They were thoughtful and I think very
well written. I added some more to the basic outline and I suppose you
might say I fell in love with the story. While it has been over forty years
since I as in school and did any writing, I decided that those of you who
seem to be enjoying the story deserve my best effort.
I approached writing this chapter with a lot more care. I hope you
like the result. Unfortunately, the erotic part was already suffering so
that was not part of the change. It took a lot longer to write this chapter
but in my opinion it was worth it. I hope you enjoy it.
If you are looking for an erotic story to arouse you for
masturbation or to get you ready for your partner I suggest you look
elsewhere in this site. There are some good ones here. If on the other hand
you would like something a little different and have a little free time you
may wish to try this. As always, I would appreciate comments, criticism and
suggestions. I do answer emails. Put I love Corey in the subject line so
you don't get deleted. Feel free to ask any question that comes to mind
about anything in the stories. For those of you that have already e-mailed
me with encouragement my many thanks. What a turn on to find out at least a
few of you enjoyed it. I recognize the fact that this story will not appeal
to everyone. Finally, this series of stories does have a plot, although
not much of a one. It is about life and love. It's told from Coach Sam
Lofton's viewpoint. Treat it like the serials they used to show at the
Saturday matinee they had when I was a kid. I Love Corey, Chapter Four
In the next few days things seemed to kind of settle down. It
seems to me that life is so unfair. When one falls in love, the rest of the
world ought to stop so you have time to get to know your lover. Alas, the
world pays you no attention and life goes on. After that second day, when I
made love to Corey, life seemed to gang up on me. Our next game was away so
that after the bus ride it was getting late and after a quick snack I sent
him home. That brought us to Friday and one of the officials of the high
school games became sick and I was asked to fill in. Since they didn't want
me working our game I had to drive an hour to another school in our league
and the game started at seven. I had slipped Corey twenty bucks and told
him to go to a restaurant. Saturday wasn't going to be any better as I had
promised Vern to help with an overnight trip with the Boy Scouts. About the
only time we had was at breakfast. We had agreed to talk to his mother on
Saturday. I was curious about her as Corey was so polite and well
mannered. He kept himself clean and while his clothes were on their last
legs they were always clean. When he came to breakfast he always smelled of
toothpaste. I had heard that some of the girls working at the Blue Schooner
made pretty good money. I had some suspicions but reserved judgment until I
had more information to go on. While eating breakfast Saturday morning, I
had an idea.
"Corey, have you ever been a Boy Scout?" I asked.
"No, we never lived in the same area long enough." His voice had
kind of a wistful quality to it.
I went on. "As you know I have to help Vern today and I'm sure he
wouldn't mind if you came along. You'd get a chance to get to know some of
the other boys better. We can ask your mom when I come over if you'd like
to go."
"I don't have any camping gear," he replied.
"No problem, I've got plenty," I answered.
He already knew that we were taking off at noon and would get
back late Sunday morning. I waited while he thought for a few seconds. He
smiled that shy smile of his and said, "I think I'd like that."
"Well," I replied, "You had better get home now. I'll be over
about nine thirty and we'll talk to your mother."
As he got up to leave he put his hand in his pocket and took out
some money. "Here's the change from dinner. Thank you."
"Keep it" I replied. "Sometimes it's handy to have a few bucks in
your pocket." His face suddenly had a grin plastered across it, the likes
of which I'd never seen on his face before.
So I got out enough gear in case his mother said yes and packed
stuff up and when it was time walked over to their place. Corey introduced
me to his mother. One look and I realized my suspicions were correct. I
suppose that a few years ago she would have been considered attractive. Now
she was too thin, had the telltale circles and all the other signs. Why do
people choose to ruin their lives like that? After Uncle Matt had gotten me
drunk that time, we had had quite a talk about drinking and drugs. Now I
admit that I enjoy a cocktail now and then, once in a while I might even
have two. I normally have wine with my evening meal as the proper wine
compliments the food. But why would anyone not want to be able to perceive
and enjoy life. When you're bombed out of your mind you can't remember what
you did so how would you know if you had any fun? I enjoy life far too much
too waste it. She was polite but you could tell that her mind was somewhere
else. She had that spaced out look that one normally associated with
someone who was high on something.
After I explained about the lack of funding for the activities
bus, she readily agreed to sign the slip allowing Corey to ride home with
me. I gave her a copy of my insurance limits so she would know Corey was
well covered while in my vehicles. When I got to the dinner part she
surprised me by offering to pay for them explaining that she knew she
should have made arrangements for his meals. That was settled by agreeing
to have Corey mow my lawn. She thought the Scout trip was a great idea. I
think she wanted to be a good mother but somewhere along the way life and
drugs had gotten the better of her. Too bad.
I told Corey I would pick him up at eleven thirty and went home
to get the rest of the stuff. When I got home I gave Vern a call and he
said the troop was always looking for new members.
A local timber company has a tree farm about ten miles out of
town and they had allowed the Boy Scouts to fix up a little area along one
of the streams that ran through it. It was ideal as it was behind gates and
close to town. The scout troop had constructed an outhouse and a small shed
to eat in if it rained. I grabbed the minivan today as you can get more
kids into it and away we all went. The kids were laughing and joking and
complaining about the music I had on so I let them chose a station.
This was a trip so that some of the scouts could work on their
merit badges and there were only fifteen boys and not the whole troop. From
the place where we parked our cars we had to hike about a mile to the camp
area and Jim Maxwell, the parent with the third car, left us saying he
would be back at ten thirty tomorrow. I grabbed my cell phone and we
shouldered up our gear and away we went. The trail wasn't bad but it was
steep in places and by the time we got to the camp I noticed Corey was
limping. I asked him if he was all right and he said he was fine. He had a
grin on his face and had been joking with the boys on the way up the trail.
After we set up camp, one of the boys said we ought to take a
quick swim to cool off. It can be warm in California in the fall and we had
all worked up a good sweat hiking in. I suddenly realized that Corey
probably didn't have a bathing suit as I had neglected to mention it so I
headed for the pool in the stream, jerking clothes off and yelling the last
one in is a rotten egg. Some of them hesitated for a few seconds but in the
end all made a dash for the pool. Besides, I like skinny dipping.
We all jumped in and there was the usual horseplay of splashing
water on each other and the like. Corey waded out to waist deep and joined
in but when we started swimming he stayed where he was. It dawned on me he
might not know how to swim so I headed back and asked him. He told me he
didn't know how to swim so I yelled at the boys and told them we had to
teach Corey how to swim. It's been my experience that if you can get the
kids to help on something like this, there is no teasing and they all take
an interest in helping. It also seems to help their already over inflated
egos, so for the next half hour Corey got a swimming lesson with the boys
helping and encouraging him. He got so he could dog paddle around and we
decided that was good enough for now and we had better get to work on the
merit badges.
Vern sent over the six boys who were working on their map reading
and navigating badges and he took the eight working on their forestry
badges and we got to work. Corey hung around with me and I started in on
the written part buy quizzing them on how to read the contour lines and the
other marks on the maps.
Now most of the boys in the troop I have come in contact with
through school. They're used to me and are comfortable around me. However,
a couple of new kids had moved in and as they attended St. Michaels, they
had not gotten to know me. Yes, we were acquainted, but that was all. They
were in my group and I could see they still hadn't figured out quite how to
take me. Understand, I run a pretty loose classroom and the locker room is
even worse. However there are limits and the kids soon learn them. That
made for a relaxed and easy going relationship. I could see that it shocked
them when I told one of the boys to get his head out of his ass and pay
attention. When he shot back that maybe if I wasn't so boring he would pay
attention they didn't quite know how to take that. I just laughed and went
on with the lesson. I've heard that discipline is pretty strict at some of
the Catholic schools.
Anyhow, after a while we had covered the written and moved to the
practical part. That consisted of starting at a point and following a set
of directions to go so many yards one direction and so many another and so
on until they came to the finish line which is a rope four hundred feet
long with numbers on it. If you do everything right you will come out right
in the center of the rope. If your paces are to short you will come out
towards one end or miss on that end and if to long towards the other
end. Simple math. There were other set-ups we could have used but I liked
this one because it was easy to tell where they had gone wrong. Each set
of directions is different so they can't follow each other. I put them in
teams and sent them off.
Corey asked if he could try the course so I dug out a compass,
showed him how to work it and sent him off. The rope lies on the ground so
you can't see it until you are right on top of it. I'd all ready marked
out where it would be the last time I was here so I hurried over to where
it should be and laid it out. I walked over and sat down to await their
arrival so I could judge them. On flat level ground it's pretty easy but
this ground wasn't flat. There were trees, hills and bushes in the
way. Going uphill shortens your stride and downhill lengthens it. On the
first few tries most people miss the rope by quite a bit.
The first and third team hit the rope close enough to the center
to pass the test but the second team missed the end by about ten feet. I
told them they would get another shot in the morning and we went over what
had gone wrong. I explained that they had probably not allowed enough for
the fact that their stride was a little short. Finally Corey came into
view. He was limping more now and you could see his leg was hurting. He
missed the rope by about twenty-five yards on the short stride end. I was
impressed. The first time I had tried it I had missed by more then that. It
takes a while to learn how to keep your stride the same or how much of a
fudge factor to use when you can't. When the others found out he had never
tried it before, they were impressed too.
We were just getting the fire started when Vern and the other
kids came in. After the fire was going, we fixed dinner. Dinner at a Boy
Scout camp is one thing I can do without. I mean burned hot dogs, cold pork
and beans, and chips are not my idea of a good dinner. Kids seem to thrive
on it though. Ugh. What I really wanted was dessert with Corey. I've fallen
in love with him and we can't find any time to be alone together. Bummer!
We sat around the campfire discussing what we had learned that day and
relaxing with Vern and I drinking coffee and the kids some Kool Aid.
After it got dark and the stars and moon came out we switched to
the spooky horror stories that seem to go with a campfire. I started
telling one (I cribbed the plot from a sci-fi book I remembered reading in
high school. Something about aliens and a book to serve mankind which
turned out to be a cookbook) and while telling it I could see the two new
kids whispering with Bobby Robinson (the kid I had told to get his head out
of his ass) and nodding and looking at me. I had Bobby's older brother the
first year I was here and then Bobby so figured he would fill them in about
me. When I finished the story Vern told one about side hill gougers and
after he finished, the kids headed for bed. We all crawled into our
sleeping bags and as I lay there I could look up at the stars. As I lay
there admiring the stars I heard the boys drift off to sleep after they did
some whispering and giggling, their breathing slowing and some of them
snoring.
There I lay on my back and the object of my affection was in a
sleeping bag a few feet from me. All I wanted to do was to go over and talk
to him and hold him and make love to him. I knew I couldn't so there I lay
with a big hard-on. I was toying with the idea of sneaking off and
relieving myself when I thought I heard something. Listening real hard I
soon figured out what is was. You could hear the rhythmic sound of a
sleeping bag moving against a ground cloth. One of them was jacking
off. Normally I would not have thought a thing of it. After all, it is
something most people do even if they won't admit it. While I consider
masturbation only slightly better then nothing, there is a big difference
between slightly better then nothing and nothing. The sound just made me
harder. By listening carefully I finally figured out it was Len Warner, one
of the new kids and the oldest of them. He looked to be about thirteen
going on fourteen. I figured if I got up it would embarrass him so I just
laid there in agony. Finally I couldn't stand it. I decided if he could
jack off, so could I. So I started to beat my meat. He had a big head start
so he finished first. I could hear him softly gasp and the rhythm
change. By now I didn't give a damn and just kept on. When I finished it
was like I thought, slightly better then nothing but I felt better.
After a while I decided to take a leak. There hadn't been a sound
for a few minutes. I slipped on some shoes and headed for the outhouse. As
I walked towards it I heard someone get up and follow me. Christ, what
now. A bunch of thoughts went through my mind. Was he gay? Was he going to
try to embarrass me? Did he just have to take a leak like me? I wondered
what I'd have to handle now. When I came out of the outhouse, he was just
standing there.
"Need to take a leak?" I asked softly.
"Uhh,,,, Uhh,,,, could,,, I ask,,, a question?"
"Sure Len, I might not answer it but go ahead," I replied.
He stammered and started over and over and couldn't seem to get
it out.
I gave up and interrupted with, "Len, I'll tell you just what I
tell the kids in my classes. I tell them to ask anything they want to. I
promise that if they want it kept confidential I will keep it that
way. That I won't make fun of them or use it in any way against them. That
I will not bull shit them. If I don't know the answer I'll say so. While
there are some things of a personal nature that I will not answer, I'll
just tell them I choose not to answer. I know you don't know me very well
but the kids that do seem to like those terms so go ahead and don't worry
that it might embarrass either me or you."
He took a deep breath and finally got it out. "Were you jerking
off?"
I replied, "While that is of a personal nature that I normally
wouldn't answer, you seem to be a bright boy and you know damn well I
was. In fact it was you that brought it on. I was thinking of my girl
friend and when you started masturbating the thought of her and the sounds
you made got me so hot I just had to relieve myself. Does that answer
you?"
He let out a deep breath and I could tell the way he did it that
he was more relaxed. As he didn't seem ready to go, I just stood there in
my cum soaked shorts waiting.
"My friend said you were real nice and easy to talk to," he
finally said.
"Do you want to talk?"
"Could we,,, uhh,,,,,,,,,,,,, talk?"
I was getting more apprehensive by the minute. I had no idea what
was on his mind and in the moonlight I couldn't see enough of his face to
make any guesses. Clearly he had something he wanted to talk about and God
only knew what it was. All I could hope was that it would be something that
I could handle without hurting his feelings or getting myself in trouble.
"Let's go sit on the bench over there and we'll see if I can
accommodate you."
So we went over and sat down. I heard him take a breath like he
was going to start and, after a pause, he let it out. Another inhale,
another pause, another exhale. Clearly he was trying to work up enough
courage but for what. If he thought he could blackmail me over the
masturbation I had news for him. That wouldn't work. I tried to remember if
there was anything I had said or done which might indicate that Corey and I
were anything more then teacher and student and came up blank.
Finally I couldn't stand it. "Len, it's not going to get any
easier by waiting. What ever it is I will try to answer it. I won't laugh
at you. Since you approached me when all the others were sleeping I assume
you want to keep it confidential. I give you my word that I will not reveal
this conversation to anyone unless you tell me to. Spit it out and maybe we
can solve it."
Another big inhale and finally out came a rush of words. "I try
not to jack off very often but sometimes I just have too. Maybe you know
what I mean. I just get so horny. I know it's a sin but I can't help
it. Does jacking off cause pimples?"
I coughed. It was either that or burst out laughing. I muttered
something about the damn smoke from the campfire as we were on the downwind
side of it. It wasn't very heavy but there was enough that I thought I
could get away with using it as an excuse.
"Well Len," I said when I'd gotten control of myself, "There is
more then one question there and so I'll start on the last one first. No,
it does not cause pimples. That old wives tale was around when my
grandfather was young, maybe longer. Pimples are caused by changes in the
body as it matures. Your glands secrete too much oil because your hormones
are changing and aren't balanced yet and you end up getting pimples. You
don't have to worry that people will think you have been masturbating if
you get pimples. You're going to get pimples even if you don't
masturbate. Some guys may kid you about that but don't worry, it isn't
true. They're just trying to get your goat. When your body gets used to
your new level of maturity the pimples will go away. Secondly, I know what
you mean. Sometimes one just has to relieve ones self. It's a fact of
life. Surveys say that something over ninety percent of the population
admit to masturbating sometime in their life. I suspect the number is even
higher as some people just can't bring themselves to tell the truth. As for
the sin part, I personally don't believe it's a sin. I will say that if it
truly is a sin, then all your friends will be in hell along with you and me
and I am not sure I would like to be in heaven if the only ones who could
get in were those who had never masturbated."
"Bobby was right" he said and I could hear the relief in his
voice. "You are easy to talk to."
"I'm glad you think so Len. Is there anything else you'd like to
talk about?"
"No Mr. Lofton, that's all."
"Call me Sam, after all we shared jacking off," I laughed, "and
if you ever need to ask any questions see me at a Scout meeting or call me
on the phone. My number's listed."
He stood up to leave and then turned to me. "I won't tell anyone"
he said.
"I didn't think you would Len. Some experiences between two
people are not meant to be shared with others. Good night."
I went back to my sleeping bag, got out a clean pair of shorts,
cleaned up and went to bed. I felt pretty good. Perhaps I had helped a
young man on the road to manhood. After all, I am a teacher.