Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 06:34:15 -0800
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Forty-nine
Back again? Can't get enough? Why can't you youngsters leave me
alone and be good little boys and girls? You know you shouldn't be here
but I know you are. How do I know? Let's just say I can feel it in my
bones. No, not that bone you idiots. That isn't even a bone. Quit
giggling about little bones.
Now listen carefully while I repeat this for the umpteenth time.
This story is about gay males and as such sometimes contains descriptions
of sex acts between the same. If that offends you, sorry. You need to get
a different perspective on life. What other people do in the privacy of
their bedrooms should not be your concern. The fact that you worry about
such things makes me wonder about you. If you leave now, we'll forget the
whole thing.
For those of you forced to dwell in an area in which the reading of
stories such as this are against the law, tough luck. Moving is an option
I recommend. If that isn't a possibility, cover your tracks. Read the
story late at night when no one knows you are doing so. Be sure to get rid
of all evidence. No cummy socks or undergarments left lying around. They
have a tendency to give you away.
Since I don't know anyone who resembles anyone in this story and I
am not familiar with any actions by people that might resemble the plot in
this story that makes it fiction. Any resemblance you think you might see
to someone you know or some actions by people you have knowledge of is
coincidental and was not intended.
I really need to go see a shrink. Maybe he could explain why this
story is a product on my mind. Then again, maybe not. Of course that
brings up the question of do I have a mind? Anyhow, please don't post it
on another site without asking permission and if you decide to quote from
it, credit me please. I know it's not much but it's the best I can do.
Sorry.
I just keep adding to Ernie's labors. The poor man has to keep
editing and receives little compensation. Make that no compensation.
Still, he faithfully performs his magic and helps turn gibberish into
something that almost makes sense. For that I thank him and so should you.
Hang on, I'm about done with this part. Feel free to communicate
your frustrations with the story. You can ask questions, offer
suggestions, make comments, or just bitch. Send those types of emails to
fritz@nehalemtel.net Remember to put I Love Corey in the subject line. In
the meantime, I hope you enjoy the following chapter. Fritz
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I Love Corey, Chapter Forty-nine
As I sat there, trying to get myself under control, I realized that
I wasn't so much mad as I was terrified. I had just seen how an
inadvertent remark could slip out. If the wrong person heard such a
remark, well I couldn't even think of the consequences. Make that I didn't
want to think of the consequences. I thought I'd come to terms with the
thought of going to jail, but I hadn't. Maybe my mind had, but my heart
hadn't. In jail I would be without Corey. How could I stand that? Who
would look out for him and protect him?
Eventually I pulled myself back together. Not real well, but
enough to where I knew I needed to talk to the boys. Rob had mentioned
something about he and Chuck were going to look at a house they had heard
about from Mr. Downie so at least they were gone right now. Hopefully I
could talk with the boys before they got back. When I got to the computer
room, no boys. Outside of the lack of boys, everything was just as I had
left it. I shut the computer off and stepped back into the living room.
Still no boys. It was getting late so I turned most of the lights off and
then went looking for boys. Corey wasn't in my bedroom. A quick glance
and he wasn't in his bedroom. Lee wasn't in his room. I was starting to
panic. LT's room was also empty. When I found LT, JJ, and Lee, they were
huddled together in JJ's room. Oh my God, where was Corey? They didn't
know. I could see they were scared but I had to find Corey. I rushed
around and finally found him.
He was in his room, on the floor behind the bed, curled up, and
crying silently. I scooped him up and held him, crying along with him. I
knew I was babbling but I couldn't stop. I didn't even know what I was
saying. I just kept doing it. His arms finally went around my neck and he
started clinging to me.
There we were, me on my knees with Corey clinging tightly to me,
and both of us were crying on each other's shoulder. I'd been so scared
when I couldn't find him that I couldn't let go of him and he was making no
effort to let go of me.
After a few minutes I made it to my feet and helped him up. I
started to lead him to my bedroom and when I stepped into the hall, I could
see three boys looking through the door of JJ's room. When they saw me
look their way, they disappeared. I didn't know where to start.
I got Corey into my room and on the bed. His crying was starting
to slow. Telling him I would be right back I headed for JJ's room. Once
again the three boys were huddled together, fearfully watching the door
when I stepped in. I asked them if they would join Corey and me in my room
so we could talk. There was a lot of hesitancy but they agreed. When we
got there, they joined Corey on the bed. I now had four boys kind of up
against the headboard. That left me the foot of the bed and so I sat down
on it and tried to think of what to say.
"Umm, look guys, I'm, well I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you." The
expressions on their faces told me they weren't buying that. "What I mean
is you didn't do anything wrong." They still weren't buying it. I had to
convince them that the problem wasn't them but was my over-reaction to an
innocent comment. I kept trying to figure out what to say while they
continued to look at me with a fearful expression.
"Look, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I got scared.
I was scared that someone might hear something like that and I'd go to
jail. Then I wouldn't be able to take care of you." I could see I wasn't
making much progress but I had to keep trying. "You see, if the wrong
person heard that, well, then maybe they'd tell someone else and then the
word would get to someone who wanted to hurt me. They'd get the police
involved and I'd be in jail and you guys would have to live somewhere
else." It all came out in a rush and I hoped they understood what I was
trying to say. LT looked up and I thought maybe he was actually listening
to me.
"I was embarrassed and a little angry, but mainly I was scared. I
don't want to go to jail and who would take care of you if I did?" I was
trying to keep my voice as calm and reasonable as I could but it didn't
sound that way to my own ears. It sounded strained and shaky. I took a
couple of breaths and tried to calm myself enough to go on.
"Look, what if Rob or Chuck had heard us? What if someone else was
listening? Can you see what would happen if something like that happened?"
At least they were now all listening to what I was saying.
"But we wouldn't say anything like that," JJ said.
"I know you wouldn't do it intentionally Jason. But sometimes
people say things without thinking. I'm sure Corey didn't mean to say what
he did. It just popped out. Yes it embarrassed me. Then I realized what
could happen if someone heard something like that. I got scared and
panicked. You know I wouldn't hurt you. At least I hope you know that."
There was a look of doubt on all of their faces. Had I really scared them
that bad?
"Come on guys, do you really think I'd hurt you?"
Lee broke the silence that was growing.
"No." It was a flat statement and sounded like he had absolute
faith in that one word. I could see emotions wash across the faces of the
others as they started to think my question through. I don't think I'd
ever been so glad to hear one word. I felt even better when the others
quickly agreed with him. The question now was what to say next.
I started talking, kind of feeling my way along. I had never
really talked with them about what might happen if the word about Corey and
me got to the wrong people. Sure, they knew I might go to jail but this
time we really covered it. I talked about how a simple remark could set
people to thinking and asking questions. We also talked about how hard it
was to not make a comment like that. Corey was horrified over what he had
said. I tried to calm him and explain that any one of us might have said
the same thing. His words had just popped out and we all were guilty of
doing the same thing. I pointed out several places where I'd said things,
without thinking, that all the boys had heard and, in most cases, laughed
over. We were still talking when we heard Rob and Chuck come home. We
stopped talking and waited a few minutes until we heard them go downstairs.
When I was sure they could no longer hear us, the boys and I continued our
talk.
We also talked about if I went to jail, what would happen to them.
I tried to assure them that Judy would find places for them and they would
not have to worry about where they would live. I tried to point out that
they shouldn't worry about things like that because they might be sent
someplace better than living with me. Somehow it didn't look like they
believed me on that. I had to take extra time to assure Lee that he would
never have to live with his father and the woman his father had been living
with. From things Judy had let drop I suspected they would have to live in
a group home if I went to jail and told them so. We discussed what that
might be like but none of us really knew.
In the end, we all agreed to try to watch what we said. I pointed
out that we really only had to be careful about anything that might be
taken as a sexual reference. Most others wouldn't cause any problems or
could probably be explained away. In fact, a lot of sexual references
could probably be handled the same but there was always the chance that an
individual comment could not. I was trying to draw a fine line. I wanted
them to be as free as possible to say what was on their minds. They needed
to grow up and I didn't want them to go around being afraid to speak.
Still, on some subjects one needed to be careful. Sex was one of them.
We also had "the talk." I suppose I should not have been surprised
that they were suddenly willing to talk about sex. After all, that was
what this whole thing had started over. I learned some things I hadn't
known. For instance, JJ and LT were only into mutual masturbation and a
little kissing. So far that was as far as they had gone and from the way
they blushed, it might take them a while to go further. Of course they
learned that Corey and I were doing fellatio. I blushed when I was forced
to admit that and Corey blushed right along with me. They were curious
about the word itself and I told them it was Latin for suck. I got some
chuckles over that. LT looked curious but JJ sometimes had some funny
expressions on his face that made me wonder if he was ready for this talk.
I managed to cover a lot of things about being sure to have safe sex. I
ended up answering questions for Lee that didn't involve gay sex.
In a sense, Lee's questions and reactions were a Godsend. They
helped get us to look at things from different angles. It made the boys
understand things better. The fact that Lee accepted us showed that not
all people were against us really helped. His acceptance made all of us
feel better. Add in that they learned a lot that was helpful in
understanding all people. Hopefully he learned as much about gays. About
the last thing I remember saying was that I would make sure there was
always a supply of condoms and lubricant available and they were free to
use it, no questions asked.
I woke up cold and stiff. I was on the foot of the bed, still in
my clothes. The boys were huddled together at the head of the bed. I
thought about waking them and sending them to bed but instead got a
blanket. I covered them up and crawled under that blanket at the foot of
the bed. I could feel some feet on my back but that didn't stop me from
going back to sleep.
When the clock started its assault on me, those feet started
moving. I could no more have slept through it than I could have flown by
flapping my arms. Boys stretching almost kicked me out of bed. By the
time I figured out why I couldn't reach the clock, Lee had found the button
and shut it off. None of us were very alert as we stumbled off to take
showers and put on clean clothes. I made it to the kitchen before any of
the boys and found Rob and Chuck just getting ready to leave. They made
some comment about we'd all been in bed when they got home but my mind
still wasn't working well enough to do much more than grunt. They left
before I remembered I had meant to ask them about the house they had looked
at. The way I felt I could only hope the rest of the day would be better.
I was in need of some more sleep and a chance to think things through.
The boys were like zombies. They made it through breakfast but
that was about all. None of us had gotten enough sleep. As I was leaving
I wondered if they would manage to stay awake through classes. Even Corey
wasn't at his best. He was normally alert and cheerful but he looked half
asleep.
The morning meeting dragged. The only thing of interest was that
Mr. Mathers reminded Mrs. Webb and me to make sure we were at the school
board meeting tomorrow night when they took up the Frank Daniels' case. I
definitely wasn't looking forward to that. He also reminded me to make
sure LT was there. The rest of the day was about normal. I did manage to
call Mr. Young and make an appointment to see him. I needed to talk to him
about several things.
After dropping the boys off at Downie's I drove back to Mr. Young's
office. I had a lot of things I wanted to do and talk about. The foremost
was how to handle the transfer of the money. After he read the letter and
looked at the form which had come by registered mail, he suggested I needed
an attorney that specialized in tax law rather than one who worked
primarily in criminal and civil law like he did. When I asked him to
recommend one, he started laughing.
"A friend of mine is coming up this weekend. Tax law and estate
planning are his field. Why don't I set up some kind of meeting? That way
he can write the whole trip off."
We kicked that around for a few minutes and he called his friend.
The next thing I knew I had an appointment for 10:00 a.m. on Saturday.
Then I mentioned I wanted to set up some kind of trust funds for
the boys. He just laughed and said talk to his friend. Then I mentioned a
will. That got a little action. He made a bunch of notes and said we
would have to talk it over with his friend. That way we wouldn't make any
errors that would result in tax penalties. Since that was all I had wanted
to talk about I thanked him and started getting ready to leave. I didn't
make it.
Mr. Young wanted to know if I had done anything with the
information he had gotten for me regarding Mr. Besslor's son. I told him
all about the reunion and how I had gone about setting it up. Then he
filled me in on Mrs. Clammer. He had talked with Judy and Mrs. Clammer was
now going to receive benefits like a foster parent. I didn't know it but
apparently California would reimburse relatives for taking children in much
like they paid foster parents. He had also talked with the building owner
and the insurance company involved and things seemed to be going in a good
direction. Mr. Young didn't anticipate any problems getting Mrs. Clammer a
good settlement. I was somewhat surprised at receiving such information
from him but perhaps since I had called him and started the whole thing
with my questions made him feel he could tell me part of it. He made sure
never to mention any sums of money but from the grin he had, I figured it
might be a substantial settlement. Also, Mr. Mathers had called about
Frank Daniels and I had to tell Mr. Young all about that. By the time it
was over I'd been there almost an hour and a half. It was time to get home
and start dinner.
After making a few quick preparations for dinner I drove to
Downie's and picked up the boys. Lee was once again bubbling over because
Ellen had sent him back to help his step-father. Rob had continued to
teach him about cutting meat. LT had worked the produce department and the
others had either worked as bag boys or helped put stock on the shelves.
As near as I could tell, it sounded like Carl and Ellen were getting things
under control. The huge increase in business had kept them so busy that it
was hard getting enough help hired and things organized.
All the boys, including Billy and Larry, did homework while I
finished dinner. After dinner I had to check homework. I did that while
they picked up the kitchen. When their homework was checked, Billy and
Larry headed home and then we continued talking about last night. There
was some more sex education along with what we had to be careful saying.
We were still talking about it when Chuck and Rob got home. With their
arrival the boys headed for the family room to watch the tube leaving me to
visit with Chuck and Rob.
When they were about done eating I got the conversation started.
"Rob, you're making a real impression on Lee. He was walking on
air when I picked him up."
"I didn't do much. I just showed him a few things like Dad did for
me."
"Well you might not think it's much, but he sure does," I replied.
"He's never had much of a life and the fact that you're willing to show him
a few things and pay a little attention to him means a lot to him. Have
you given anymore thought to raising him? Understand, I'm not trying to
pressure you. It's just that he probably would be better off if he had
some idea of what might happen to him."
Rob settled back in his chair and seemed to think. I poured all of
us some more coffee while he was doing that. When I sat back down, Rob
looked at me.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it. I don't see how I can do it
right away but as soon as I get my feet back on the ground, maybe. He
seems like a nice kid."
Since he'd answered my question, I didn't press him. I decided to
check on the house.
"What did you guys think of the house you looked at last night? I
never got a chance to ask you this morning."
Rob and Chuck started telling me about the house. It was about a
mile from my house and was an older home. While it needed some work, it
was generally in good shape. Mostly it needed a good cleaning and some
paint. As they described the house, it sounded pretty good. From their
descriptions of the floor plan, I thought that they could split an area off
for Chuck and still have lots of room for Rob and the kids. As we kicked
it around, it sounded better and better and they got more enthused talking
about it. About the only problem was coming up with the first and last
months rent. Neither of them had made enough yet to cover that. I yelled
and told the boys to go to bed and continued talking with Rob and Chuck.
Both were thrilled with working for Mr. Downie and were willing to move
here so that didn't seem to be a problem. All in all, it looked like
things might work out. I decided to give them a couple of days to think
things over before I did anything else. I put the coffee cups in the
dishwasher and turned it on after which we all headed for bed. Lee was
once again in Corey's place and Corey was in the middle. Both were sound
asleep. I grumbled to myself as I got ready for bed. I really needed some
time alone with Corey.
Tuesday was hectic after school. I figured we had just enough time
to eat and get cleaned up, after the boys worked, and still make it to the
school board meeting. We made it but only with a couple of minutes to
spare.
Actually we had lots of time. The board was going to handle the
suspension in executive session. They normally handled those things before
the regular meeting so that was what I expected. Since the Daniels had
brought an attorney, they were going to hold the executive meeting after
the regular meeting. That meant we had to sit through the meeting.
There was the usual order of business like reading the minutes of
the previous meeting and an update on the construction of the new high
school. None of it took that long but when all the things were added up,
we had been there for almost an hour. Then it was time for the executive
session.
The Daniel's attorney, Mr. Robbins, wanted each person to be
interviewed separately. After some discussion, the school board agreed.
First Mrs. Webb was called in and after a few minutes she was escorted to
another room and asked to wait in case there were more questions. Then I
was called in. It didn't take long to tell what I had seen. Then I was
taken to a different room. Then it was Lee's turn. That's the way it went
until all had been interviewed. After that, all were advised they could go
home except me. The Daniels' attorney had a few more questions for me.
The questions didn't amount to much but he managed to take another half
hour to ask them. I was finally told I could take LT and go home. By the
time the whole thing was over and we got home it was after bed time and the
rest of the boys were out cold. I checked them and made sure they were all
tucked in and headed for my bed and Corey. I was just dozing off when the
bed shook and Lee crawled in. He snuggled in on my left side and was
asleep before I knew what had happened. So far I wasn't having much luck
keeping him in his own bed.
The rest of the week didn't produce much of interest. The morning
meeting on Wednesday was the only one in which anything of importance
happened and that was only that I learned Frank Daniels would be suspended
for the rest of the week. If he ever tried to bully anyone else, the
school board had informed his parents, he would face permanent expulsion.
I hoped that would be the end of the problem.
Judy had made some appointments for Lee to see some doctors and a
dentist. She pulled him out of school and took him to them so that didn't
cause me any problems. I did learn he had to have a couple of fillings in
his teeth but other than that, he appeared healthy. My biggest problem
with him was that about the only time he really acted happy was when Rob
happened to work with him at the store. The rest of the time he was still
very quiet and reserved. The joy I had seen in his face over the weekend
had faded but he was a lot better than he had been. At least he didn't
seem as depressed as he first had been. He still followed me around like I
was some kind of a rock to which he clung for safety. He must have started
standing outside the bedroom door and listening because he waited until
after Corey and I had finished enjoying each other on Thursday before he
came into the room and crawled in bed. There just wasn't a big enough gap
in time for anything else. The fact that I thought he was doing such a
thing both embarrassed me and made me feel sorry for him. About all I
could do was try to make sure he felt safe, and not really knowing what
would happen to him made that difficult. I hoped that Rob would commit
himself but so far he wasn't willing to do so. Judy said to just hang in
there; she thought it would all work out.
LT's organ lesson wasn't so much a lesson as it was a thank-you for
finding Steve. Mr. Besslor couldn't seem to keep his mind on teaching and
kept getting side-tracked telling me how great everything was going.
Mrs. Clammer was doing better and was managing to get around with the use
of a walker and I had to listen to how well he liked her boys and that they
were all getting along great. When he told me about all the phone calls to
Steve, I had to hope he either had stock in the phone company or that he
was pretty well off. He did listen some to LT and assigned him some things
to practice but most of the time he was busy telling all of us how happy he
was and how great things were going. The sappy grin on his face actually
told me all I needed to know. When he left, the boys asked what was with
him. All I could do was snicker and tell them I thought he had the `hots'
for Mrs. Clammer. I got some giggles from them over that comment.
My appointment with Mr. Young's friend was interesting to say the
least. I found out I had probably paid too much taxes on several different
occasions, starting with the death of my parents. The problem was that
most of them were too far back to file amended returns. Three hours later
I knew how to get the money transferred and Mr. Haltner was going to set up
trust funds for the boys. I was given a whole bunch of instructions on how
to handle putting money into the trusts so I didn't run afoul of the tax
laws and a bunch of other things I needed to do. A few simple questions on
my part had turned into a big deal. The parting shot was to be sure to
have my checkbook ready when the bill came. Then those two giggled like
school girls. Maybe the old joke that copper wire was invented by two
attorneys fighting over a penny was true. I couldn't really complain
because Mr. Haltner had showed me how to save a lot of money on my taxes.
I wonder if they make those rules and regulations complicated just so
people foul-up and pay too much. Somehow I wouldn't put it past the
government to do something like that. Mr. Haltner assured me that what he
was setting up was legal and not to worry about it. Some of it sounded
very strange to me but I was left no other choice. Besides, I was already
guilty of enough to land me in jail for the rest of my life, what more
could they do to me?
Of course my big mouth had to get me in more trouble. I invited
the Youngs and the Haltners for dinner, not really thinking they would
accept. Wrong. They did. Bob Asher would be there also so I needed to
come up with something that was easy to fix for a crowd. I headed for
Downie's to see what looked good. The next thing I knew I was making a
wild rice and mushroom stuffing for a bunch of Cornish Game hens. I had
various boys cycling in and out as they returned from or went to work. I
got them to help me chop onions, mushrooms, celery, and bacon for the
stuffing. I even made them peel the apples. I would have liked to brine
the game hens longer but a couple of hours were better than not doing it at
all. In the end, I fixed some orange glazed carrots, a green salad, the
game hens, and rolls for the dinner. It would be preceded with a shrimp
cocktail as an appetizer. The shrimp cocktail was going to be a little
different because I'd found a recipe for a Mexican style sauce that was
both easy and looked good. All it took was V-8 juice, regular cocktail
sauce, salsa, some cilantro, lime juice, chopped tomatoes, and diced
avocados. I'd wanted to try it and this sounded like a good time, plus all
you had to do was throw everything together and let it marinate. After
tasting it I added a little Tabasco. Apparently my salsa wasn't hot
enough. A few dashes of Worcestershire sauce and I couldn't wait to eat
it. I managed to get the dough for the rolls done about the time the boys
finished the ingredients for the stuffing. The carrots would get a glaze
consisting of some frozen orange juice, Grand Marnier, butter, and a little
salt. It was an easy dish to fix because I could use those baby carrots
that came in the bag and only had to cook them and pour the sauce over
them. I had cheated and grabbed a couple of those bake and serve pies.
That would have to do for dessert.
I had just put the thirteen game hens in the oven when Bob showed
up. He and Corey headed off for the art lesson and I continued in the
kitchen. I was thankful for my restaurant sized range. Even without Billy
and Larry I couldn't have cooked that many game hens in a normal household
range. As it was, the oven was full. The roll dough had risen and was now
ready to be formed into rolls. I punched it down and started in. At least
Rob and Chuck would be here for dinner. Chuck would be home by then and
Rob had been off today and was making arrangements for renting the house.
I'd advanced him the money and he had to not only rent the house but look
for some furnishings. The guests showed up and I ended up making a large
pitcher of Margaritas. Mr. Young's son, Nathan, fit right in. He and the
rest of the boys were soon playing basketball while the adults visited.
Bob had sent Corey out to play and told him they could finish the lesson
after dinner.
I had the game hens resting and the rolls in the oven when we all
sat down for dinner. The shrimp cocktail was as good as I had thought it
would be and disappeared so fast it was almost like it was never on the
table. There were only empty dishes left. Well, there were the lettuce
leaves left but all the goodies were gone. The boys picked up the dirty
dishes and I tossed the carrots in the orange glaze. The rolls were done
and it was time to eat. We got the game hens on plates and soon had them
served. I had selected a good Riesling to go with the dinner and Corey
poured it. Just as he was pouring Nathan's I remembered I hadn't asked the
Youngs if it was permissible for Nathan to have wine. I didn't quite know
what to do so I just ignored it. I figured if it was a problem I would
hear about it later.
It was amusing watching Lee and Nathan try to figure out how to
handle the game hens. At least for the first couple of minutes it was. By
that time they had figured out what the adults were doing and after that
they got along fine. I'd fixed game hens before so the rest of my boys
understood how to attack those poor little birds. It wasn't long until all
there was left were some carcasses. In the case of the boys, those
carcasses were nothing more than bones and they almost looked like they had
been out in the desert for years they were picked so clean. By then the
pies were done and a scoop of ice cream on the hot peach pies seemed to
fill even the boys up. A Sauterne went well with the pies but the boys
didn't get any of it. I could see Corey glare at me over that but just
ignored him. He'd become quite a connoisseur of wine and while he only
drank a little of it, he enjoyed that small amount with his meals. He was
always careful not to fill his and the rest of the boys' glasses over about
half full when we had wine with a meal.
Bob and Corey never did get back to the art lesson. After the boys
picked up all the dishes and had them in the dishwasher, all that would fit
that is, the adults all sat around and visited. I'd never met Mrs. Young
before and she turned out to be one of those bright bubbly people that just
seemed to be the center of the conversation. Mrs. Haltner, by contrast,
was rather shy. There were about three separate conversations going on the
rest of the evening. I never did learn what they were all about but
everyone seemed to enjoy them. When the boys rejoined us, after killing
all kinds of evil characters in some video games, Corey asked if we were
going trap shooting tomorrow. I learned that Mr. Haltner liked to shoot
and that Mr. Young had also done some shooting years ago. We agreed to
meet at the trap club after church. I had another beginner to go with Lee.
Nathan had never tried it before. By the time everyone headed for home it
was almost bed time. We unloaded the dishwasher and refilled it. It could
do its thing while we slept. At least there would be clean dishes for
breakfast. Now the only problem was what to do about Lee.
I just took the bull by the horns and asked him if he would like
for me to come and tell him when Corey and I were ready for him. A grin
lit up his face and he nodded. At least he wouldn't be standing outside
the door waiting. This was getting way too weird but I didn't have any
good answer for it. He bounced off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and
take his shower.
Corey and I hurried through our showers because we knew better
things were awaiting us when we got to bed. We weren't wrong about that.
At least I don't think we were wrong and judging by his actions and
reactions, neither did Corey. A few gentle kisses were exchanged and that
got things started. I will have to admit that it didn't take much to get
us started. Well, to be real honest it didn't take anything to get us
started. Just being close together was enough for that. None the less,
the kisses were nice. I could taste the residual flavor of toothpaste
along with the Corey flavor I so loved when I sucked on his tongue. It
only seemed fair to let him suck on my tongue for a while and so I did. Of
course that gave me a chance to feel his teeth and duel with his tongue.
It was lots of fun. We would kiss and suck each others tongues until we
had to take a breath. Somehow we managed to slobber all over each other
while doing the tongue thing. I didn't care about that and neither did
Corey, at least he never complained about it.
Somehow Corey ended up on top of me. I could feel him wriggle
around as he got in position to cover as much of me as he could. Our lip
lock stayed in place while he was doing that and soon our cocks were
nestled as close to side by side as possible. The heat just seemed to
radiate from that hard five inches he was pressing against me. The thing
that always amazed me was that his heat seemed to go directly to some spot
inside me that controlled my thermostat and turned that thermostat up.
That spot also controlled my heart beat and it always got turned up at the
same time. That heat also seemed to sharpen my sense of smell. Even
though he had just had a shower, I could still smell that delicious Corey
odor that was so much a part of the many things I loved about him. Tonight
it was faint but it didn't take much of it to add to my heart rate. My
hands, which had been rubbing his back, worked their way down to those two
perfect globes. Those globes fit my hands just about perfectly. Some
gentle kneading started to produce some action on his part and those
actions felt good. As he gently humped against me I could feel the muscles
in those globes flex under my fingers. Somehow kneading those flexing
muscles turned up my thermostat another notch.
The cleft between those globes was slightly open because his legs
were outside of mine and when he humped, it slightly closed. When he would
relax my fingers were free to trace that cleft. I could run my fingers
from his tailbone to that precious place that seemed to excite him. I
could feel the little ridges of it with my finger tips. It seemed like
each time my fingers would graze those ridges, his body would hump against
me and those two globes would gently trap my fingers. There also seemed to
be a little sort of tremble go through him at those times.
Corey broke the kiss and raised his head a couple of inches. The
bed lamp was still on and I could see those bright blue eyes. I don't know
how long we just stared into each others eyes but I felt like I was falling
into the most wonderful pool of love. It was like I could see his soul and
that soul was waiting for me to join it. His eyes closed and his lips once
again sought mine. All I could do was kiss him and wonder what I had done
to deserve such a gift as his love.
The breaks between kisses became longer as we were starting to
pant. Well, there were also the groans that took part of the time. They
weren't loud, just soft contented groans. Maybe it's a good thing I had
talked to Lee because I wasn't sure he would have been able to hear us
through the door.
Corey raised his head a little further. Our eyes were still locked
on each other's and he seemed to be searching for something. A small smile
appeared and he started shifting position. Soon his head was at that other
end of the bed and an absolutely gorgeous piece of flesh was within inches
of my mouth. Somehow we got on our sides and there was a pause, almost
like we were getting ready for the main event. I suppose we were in a
sense. I could see that hard five inches just in front of me and all I
could do was drool. It was perfect. There was a fine network of blue
veins setting off the pale color of the shaft. It was almost like a fine
grade of stationary with delicate blue lines drawn by a master artist.
Then there was the head. Slightly bigger than the shaft, it had a plum
colored hue to it. As I watched it twitch in time with his heartbeat I
thought it had to be the most perfect penis I had ever seen. The foreskin
was drawn back and it looked like something Michelangelo would have
sculpted. The difference was that the one I was looking at was in color
and it soon would be mine, whereas a sculpture was only for viewing. There
was a little liquid at the tip and my tongue just reached out and collected
that liquid. I didn't have to think about doing it; my body just took over
and did it. I could have no more have stopped myself from doing that than
I could stop breathing. I just had to have that precious drop of precum.
It was every bit as good as I had thought it would be.
It was time. I could no longer resist that which was so close to
me. I opened my mouth and moved my head forward and it fit so perfectly.
It not only filled my mouth, it seemed to fill my heart. It seemed to give
me the same contentment that a baby gets nursing its mother breast. It
just seemed so right. I reached up with my free arm and got my hand in
position to feel those orbs that were nestled in the sack at the base of
the beautiful cock. As I gently kneaded them I could feel a vibration
start to surround my cock. It came in waves, almost like sighs for
spacing, and the feelings that those vibrations was setting up in me were
not going to be denied. Already there was a tension beginning to build in
me.
I spent some time exploring that cock with my tongue. I traced the
shape of the head and even tried to explore the small opening at its tip.
Of course my tongue was too big to do much with that small opening but the
reaction to my doing that was almost like I had shocked him. There was a
trembling that seemed to go through him and some stiffening and twitching
of his muscles. There was even some more of his nectar seeping out for me
to enjoy.
My mind was off somewhere as my body enjoyed his ministrations and
I reciprocated. I can't really describe where is was, only that it seemed
to be floating in a warm and loving place. Occasionally there were some
sounds that penetrated but for the most part I was wrapped up in my own
little world, sharing it only with Corey. Somewhere in the back of my mind
I knew things were approaching that stage which would bring me out of that
loving place but for now, there was just peace and contentment. All I
could do was just continue as I was, enjoying being with Corey and being
alive.
Suddenly things started to change. I could feel my heart beating
faster and there was a tenseness throughout my body and that tenseness was
rapidly increasing. I had just noticed that when the sudden flexing of
muscles made me realize what was happening. My body arched and locked. A
shiver of excitement flowed through me clear to the tip of my cock. I
could feel my body shake and thrust into his hot mouth. Suddenly I was so
busy swallowing that I lost track of what was happening. All I could feel
was love.
When his breathing slowed I coaxed him back beside me. We shared a
couple of kisses before I remembered Lee.
"Guess I better let Lee know it's safe," I whispered.
Corey giggled. "Is it really safe?" he whispered back.
"Not if you get your hands on him you little horn dog."
"Who are you calling little?" he whispered back while doing a poor
job of chocking back a giggle.
I knew I couldn't win so just gave him another kiss. A few more
kisses and I reluctantly headed for Lee's room. All I could do was hope
that Lee would soon stop having nightmares. He was doing better. He was
down to having one about every three nights. At first it had been worse.
While I wanted him out of my bed, he needed the feeling of security that he
seemed to get there. Still, the fact that he knew what Corey and I were
doing and that he sometimes waited until he was sure we were done
embarrassed me. I crossed the hall and tapped on his door to let him know
he was now welcome.
I swear he almost beat me back to bed. I could hear him breathing
a little faster than normal and was almost in bed before I realized why.
Feeling his warm, slightly sweaty body against me as he snuggled up told me
all I needed to know. There would be more cummy socks to wash in the
morning. My suggestion of using tissue hadn't seemed to make much of an
impression on any of the boys. Corey was the only one who never had cummy
socks or underwear. Well, I didn't either. We disposed of the evidence in
other ways.
To be continued...