Date: Tue, 03 Aug 2004 10:22:40 -0700
From: Fritz Jorgensen <fritz@nehalemtel.net>
Subject: I lLove Corey, Chapter Five

	Ah yes.  I am once again at that thrilling time when I must again
write the usual disclaimer.  Thrill thrill.
	You know the drill.  If you're too young to be reading stories like
this, leave right now.  You know better.  I've warned you before.  Do I
have to do it again?  Will you ever learn?
	Also, if reading about sex between males offends you or if it is
against the law to read this type of story where you live, likewise get the
hell out of here.  Why were you here in the first place?
	This story is a product of my imagination.  If you think it bears
any resemblance to anyone living or dead, it is coincidental.  All the
teachers I know are a lot older but so am I.  It is also my property.  You
may read it for your own enjoyment.  You may not post it on another site
without my permission nor may you profit from it.  If you know a good way
to profit from it let me know.  I'll even share with you.
	Comments, criticisms, and suggestions are always welcome.  If you
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fritz@nehalemtel.net Have a great day and I hope you enjoy the story.
Fritz

    Prologue

    When I started this story I didn't have a clue as to what I was
doing. If I had it to do over, I would go from incident to incident rather
than a chronological order.
    Somewhere along the line I fell in love with the story and the
characters. To me they are so firmly fixed in my mind that I no longer seem
to have any control over them. They can do nothing that I feel would be out
of character with the picture I have of them in my mind. It has made the
erotic part of the story very difficult as I no longer think of it as an
erotic story, but rather as just a story. This is the sixth version of
chapter five and the others were a lot longer before they got to anything
approaching erotic.
    When I decided to make you know the characters, I never dreamed they
would become so real in my mind. This chapter finishes the initial
development of Sam. In future chapters I will attempt to define Corey. So
far he is too perfect. He has warts like all of us.
    If I have succeeded in what I set out to do, you will now think you
know Sam fairly well. Whether you like him or not is irrelevant. My goal
was to make you know him. I find him likeable and wish all teachers cared
the way he does.

I Love Corey, Chapter Five

    The next morning I woke up to the sounds of kids talking and joking and
when I looked around I could see some of them were dressed and other were
starting to dress. It ought to be a sin to be so cheerful that early in the
morning. I could see Vern was just waking up and as I got out of my fart
sack he yelled over that he would start the fire. I went and took a leak
and washed up. When I got back Vern had the fire going and I started the
coffee as he went to clean up. By the time he got back the coffee was on
and I was cleaning up the sheet of steel we used for a griddle.
    "You must be going to fix hotcakes," he said.
    "Yeah, I need something to get me awake and going."
    "I'll start on the bacon while you mix the batter," was his answer.
    I dug out a couple of cans of beer and the other ingredients and mixed
up the batter while Vern cooked some bacon. When the griddle was hot
enough, we started cooking and serving.
    It never ceases to amaze me how much kids can eat. Did I eat that much
at that age? After we were all full we made the boys pick up the area and
get their gear ready.  I gathered my bunch and Vern took his and we went
through the merit badge stuff again. After we went through the material a
few times, it was time to go.
    Corey's limp was better this morning but I grabbed part of his gear,
over his protest, saying it was easier to pack the gear the whole distance
then it would be to carry him part of the distance. After we got part way
down the trail Corey's limp was getting a lot worse. We got to the parking
area a few minutes early and I dug out some Advil for Corey. About then Jim
showed up so we loaded our gear and headed for town. After dropping the
rest of the boys off I finally got home with Corey.
    I had originally hoped to have a little time with him even though I had
to get stuff ready for the barbeque that afternoon. One look at his drawn
face and I put that plan on hold. Instead I went in and filled the bathtub
with hot water. As it was filling I gave his leg a good massage and when he
got in the tub I went out to start preparing the food. I was busy chopping
up potatoes and celery and eggs and such when I realized it was real quiet
in the bathroom. I looked in and he had dozed off. Apparently the hot water
and Advil had relieved his leg enough to allow him to relax. He looked so
frail and defenseless. Watching the water gently swirl around his nipples
as he slowly breathed made me want to go pick him up and carry him to the
bedroom and make wild passionate love to him.
    Unfortunately, I thought, the rest would probably be better for
him. His cock was semi floating and it moved a little with each breath. God
it was beautiful. I wondered if I would last until we had a chance to make
love to each other again. Sighing I turned back to preparing the food for
the barbeque.
    I continued with the potato salad and then fixed the rub and put it on
the salmon. As I was peeling the garlic for the garlic bread I heard some
splashing so figured he had awakened and yelled, asking him what he would
like for lunch. We settled on a salad as dinner would be a fairly heavy
meal. I made a green salad with a few shrimp and some croutons and we sat
down and ate. He still didn't look his best but the relaxation had done him
a world of good.
    "Gee this tastes good."
    "I'm fond of salads," I responded.
    As we sat there eating I decided to ask him a question. "Corey, that
day in the locker room you said you had wanted to suck me and be sucked by
me. Could you tell me why?"
    He laid his fork down and finished the bite in his mouth. "I'll
try. Watching that day you told me I could be manager I could hear you
yelling at the kids and when they yelled back you just laughed. You kept
encouraging them. You sounded like you liked them. When I was younger Mom
used to spend time reading to me and helping me with school work. In the
last few years there hasn't been much money and she hasn't had much time
for me. I was lonely. You sounded like a nice man. The other boys seemed to
like you. When you came over and talked to me you sounded like you
cared. When you made me manager, you showed me how to do things. When you
yelled at me I could tell you didn't mean it. There was a laugh in your
voice. I never had a teacher like that before. I started thinking about
making you happy. I wanted to be around you. Some of the men Mom brought
home I seemed to make happy. I wondered if you'd like it. Nobody had ever
sucked me and I wondered why some of them were so happy afterward." There
was a long pause as if he were gathering some more thoughts. "When I would
go to bed I would think of you. When you grabbed me I was so scared. I knew
you were going to throw me off the team and I wouldn't get the ten dollars
to buy food with. Then when you told me to relax, we had lots of time I
could hear you weren't mad. It felt so good. I was so happy."
    I could see in my minds eye how he had looked afterward. Ecstatic. I
suddenly realized that was the longest speech I had ever heard him
make. Normally kids chatter on like magpies. Also in many respects he
sounded more like an adult. Somewhere childhood had passed him by. While he
spoke more like an adult, there was a little boy's longing for love in his
voice.
    He looked up and smiled at me. "When will we get to be alone and go
downstairs again?"
    I just shook my head. "Corey, today is the barbeque and tomorrow
evening I have to tutor a couple of students. I'm afraid it'll be Tuesday."
    His face fell and he said, "I guess we'll just have to wait."
    As I got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher he said, "I sure wish I
had some shirts like yours."
    I normally wear some pretty colorful sport shirts around the
house. (Tommy Bahama and the like) When I had graduated from college Uncle
Matt and I had a talk about money. I told him I didn't want to be bothered
and thought I would put it in cds and he threw a fit. The end result was he
wound up managing my money. He was pretty good as the seven hundred
thousand had turned into just under one and a half million in the three
years since I had graduated.  That beat the market by quite a bit.  He had
made me take out a mortgage as he said we could make more than the interest
rate on the mortgage. When the market went down I was worried but when I
called him he laughed and told me not to worry. Every body should have an
Uncle Matt. The funny part about it is that I really don't care about
money. As long as I have a place to sleep, some food and a school to teach
at I'll be happy. I'll have to admit it is handy not to have to worry about
it, but it's not money that makes you happy. It's friends and the
satisfaction of doing a good job that make you happy. When you're younger
though, material things seem more important. (God, I sound like an old
man. Maybe I learned that when my folks died. I'd give it all to have them
back.) An idea came to me.
    "Corey, tell you what. It will be next weekend before we get a chance
to do any shopping. I'll stake you to a hundred bucks and you can see what
you can find on the internet."
    His eyes lit up so we went in and booted up the computer. I showed him
about eBay and signed him on in my account and explained the proxy
bidding. They have a lot of new stuff on eBay and I figured he might get a
couple of items. I went back to work in the kitchen. The phone started
ringing as the guests started letting me know what they were bringing and
it kept me busy for a while.
    When things calmed down I went in to see how he was doing. You talk
about tight. He had enough stuff that he had bid on to fill a closet. He
didn't look at new stuff but picked out used things that looked pretty
good. I asked him why and he said it was because he could get more that
way. He still had seven dollars to go and he complained that there were no
fancy briefs like I wear and wanted to know what search he should run to
find them. After a little while I had to conclude that I didn't know
either. We had looked at a bunch of briefs but nothing sexy in his size. I
finally gave up and grabbed the phone and called up a friend in San
Francisco who works in the store I buy mine at and asked him if they were
available in Corey's size. He assured me they were and I told him to send
up a half dozen pairs in sexy colors when he got back to work. I was
surprised when he asked me what the wearer looked like. I told him blonde
with blue eyes and he said he knew just what to send. Corey was worried
that that put him over the hundred dollars.
    "Corey, you probably won't win all the auctions. Even if you do it's no
big deal," I told him.
    He looked like a kid in a candy shop. (As it turned out he was only
outbid on a couple of items) He grinned up at me and said, "Now I won't
have to be ashamed of my clothes."
    It was time for a lesson. "Corey, there is no reason to ever be ashamed
of not having material things. It doesn't change who you are no matter what
you wear. It is the internal and not the external that makes for a good
person. While I'm white, a black man said it best I think. All men should
be judged by the content of their heart and not the color of their
skin. It's the same with clothes."
    About that time Vern and Nancy and their youngest son Fred
arrived. Fred yelled hi and headed for the fridge to get some pop. Nancy
started telling him he should ask first and I just laughed and asked why
should he change now? He'd been dropping in for years and I'd finally told
him to just help himself and quit asking. Nancy shook her head and wondered
how she would be able to properly raise him when he was under my
influence. I told her that was her problem. We all laughed and she just
shook her head again.  About that time the others started showing up.
    I went out and fired up the barbeque. It would take a little under an
hour for the salmon and just a few minutes for the hamburgers that most of
the young people seemed to favor. I figured it would take about twenty
minutes for the charcoal to be ready and that would put dinner about five
thirty. That seemed about right. When I went back in I could see Nancy had
taken charge of the kitchen, putting stuff in the fridge and in the oven. I
dug out some beer and started passing it around. Fred stuck his hand up and
I just slapped it and went on. He broke into big boo hoos, all the time
grinning and complaining that he was dying of thirst. I told him if he
would act his age which was about four, maybe four and a half I might give
him one. With everyone laughing he gave up. Poor Nancy, she just shook her
head some more.
    The young people headed for the Playstation, the television, and the
stereo and the adults drifted out to the patio where we sat around and
batted the breeze. As most of us were in some way connected to the school
district it tended to be more about things in the education field. I
suppose if it were a bunch in the high tech field, it would be about
computers or something. We bitched about the politicians, the lack of
funding, and all the usual things. There came one of those rare pauses and
Jerry Mathers asked my how my latest crusade was going. He had a grin on
his face so I wondered what he had in mind.
    "Fine, I got the signatures and will turn them in tomorrow Jerry."
(It's always Mr. Mathers at school and Jerry on social occasions.)
    "Have you looked at his transcript yet?" he asked.
    I hadn't had time and had to admit it.
    "I think you'll find it interesting," he followed up.
    Normally I'm the one that finds things like this so I think he was
enjoying being ahead of me for a change.
    "If you need any help with tutoring let us know," Bill Cornish said.
    That's one of the things I like about my colleagues. They may kid me
but they're always willing to help when I need it. Obviously there were
some things of interest that Jerry had found in Corey's transcript.
    The conversation continued and I got up and put the salmon on. After a
while I passed out another round of beer and finally the salmon was done. I
set it aside to rest and went in and asked the kids what they wanted. Mike,
Fred's older brother had finally made it and was lodged in front of my
computer showing Corey how to work it. I got their orders and noted that
both Corey and Mike were going to have the salmon while the rest opted for
burgers, some with cheese and some without. I threw them on the grill and
Nancy, Maxine Mathers and Jessie Williams got up to help put the rest of
the meal on the table. When the burgers were done I stuck my head in the
house and yelled and the kids came streaming out. The table looked like a
cloud of locusts had hit it. When things calmed down the rest of us got up
and started in.
    After dinner we were setting around, just relaxing and chatting in that
mindless way friends will when they are content and happy to be around each
other. I had fixed coffee and was leaning back and relaxing with a smile on
my face when Jessie Williams surprised me.
    "You look a lot happier than the first time I saw you."
    I tried to think of when that was but drew a blank.
    She could see I couldn't remember.  "The day you interviewed with the
school board."
    Now I remembered. I had been sitting in the outer office after the
first part of the interview when she had come in.
    "You ought to tell them about your interview," Jerry said.
    "You tell it. After all you were conducting it," I replied.
    A couple of them started trying to get us to tell the story as they
could see Jerry was grinning and I was hanging my head.
    I finally started in. "I could see the interview was going badly, they
didn't seem to be listening. I'm afraid I got a little emotional and
shouted a bit."
    "Come on, you can do better then that," Jerry urged. "Don't you
remember what you said?"
    What the hell, I might as well tell it as I remember it.
    "All right. It was about my third or forth interview for a job. I had
all these grand ideas I wanted to talk about. All of you remember Norm
Perkins on the school board? Well, the board didn't want to hear about my
grand ideas and he kept asking about things I didn't consider important and
then not even really listening to my answers. I could see the lack of
interest on everyone's face and knew I wasn't going to get the job no
matter what I said. I blew up. I slammed the desk with my fist, jumped up
and gave them a lecture on what I thought was important."
    "Do you remember what you said?"
    "Yes Jerry, I remember very well what I said. It went something like
this. I know I'm not going to get this job. Somewhere I lost you. You keep
talking about things that are not important. What's important is the
student. They are growing up and my job as a teacher is to help them. While
I teach math, I don't give a damn if they ever learn to solve a math
problem as long as I teach them to think, to be comfortable with who they
are and to be a good person. If I manage to do that I will have succeeded
no matter what their academic record is. Yes I'd like them to learn math,
but in the long run, if they end up needing it, they will learn it if I
have taught them to use their minds."
    "Tell them the rest of what you said," he encouraged me.
    One thing I have learned about Jerry is that he rarely does anything
without a reason. I wondered why he was getting me to tell about this.
    "I told them about how I discovered that I wanted to be a teacher."
    "Why don't you tell the story again?" he asked.
    "All right. Both my parents were teachers. All kids want to be like
their parents. I'd never given it much thought. I just figured I'd be a
teacher. When the weather was nice, I'd ride to school with them. There was
this area where the teachers could go outside and sit and drink coffee and
work on lessons. It was surrounded with shrubs and had tables and chairs in
it. Most times I'd set out there and read before the rest of the students
showed up. On the morning this took place I was twelve years old. It was in
the fall and warm and sunny. As I rounded the corner to walk in I could see
Mr. Franklin was there. I was surprised as I had never seen a teacher there
in the morning. I was just going to leave when I saw he was
crying. Mr. Franklin was one of my favorite teachers and I wondered what
would make him cry. With the brashness of youth I went over and asked him
if I could do anything for him. He shook his head no. I couldn't leave it
alone. I told him I knew I wasn't very old but sometimes just talking about
something helped and I'd be happy to listen if he would like me too. He
didn't say anything and finally I started to go."  I stopped for a swallow
of my coffee.  After a few sips I continued.
    "He told me to set down and then he told me about this black kid who
lived in one of the rundown areas of town. His father was in prison and he
was a poor student.  Mr. Franklin told me how he worked with him and got
him to try harder and how he had turned into an A student. He had graduated
and was going to the local community college. Last night he had been
walking home and there had been a gang shooting. He was hit by a stray
bullet and killed. I can still hear Mr. Franklin say `I had him saved. He
was going to amount to something and now he's gone.' I couldn't say
anything. It was like the universe had opened and given me a glimpse of how
it worked. I suddenly understood what my parents were talking about when
they were discussing the school and students. I was in a daze the rest of
the day. By the time I went home that night, I knew I wanted to be a
teacher. I wanted to be like my folks and Mr. Franklin.  I wanted to help
kids learn and grow up. I've never changed my mind. I may not succeed but I
want a chance to try. I paused and nobody said anything. Finally you asked
me to wait outside while you discussed me and I left."
    Jerry finally spoke. "I guess the rest of the story is mine. In all the
years of interviewing prospective teachers we had never had one lecture us
on what a teachers job was. I thought the board needed a little time to
calm down and so did you. You looked like you were ready to whip everybody
in the room. As soon as the door closed Norm told us as far as he was
concerned we didn't have to interview any more candidates. His mind was
made up. He wanted you. The rest of the board just gasped. One of them
asked him why. He said you had fire in your belly and passion for the
job. He told me if I could control you a little bit with out pulling the
reins too hard, we would have a winner. They all wanted to talk at
once. When we finally got order restored, he explained that you were the
first one he had ever heard clearly define what a school should try to
do. We had a fine group to interview that year. Most had five or more years
experience and the first part of the interview had turned us off. You were
just saying what you thought we wanted to hear and we could tell it. Norm
just kept pointing out that we could hire a math teacher or a real
teacher. The board finally swung his way." He paused as if not quite sure
how he wanted to continue. "I'll admit I wasn't convinced. I wasn't sure I
could control you. Norm told me if I couldn't reason with you and control
you maybe I didn't deserve my job. The normal procedure is to send a letter
to the one selected asking that person to come back and discuss the final
contract. Norm said as mad as you were we had better get you right away
because if you had more time to think about it you would tell us to go to
hell. They voted and we called you back in. You came back in still looking
like you could whip the whole world. I've never seen a more stunned look on
a face when we asked you when you could start.
    I was on pins and needles your first term. Every time I switched the
intercom on you never seemed to be teaching math. You were arguing with the
students and you seemed to have no discipline. While the students all
seemed to like you, I was worried about the mid term exams. When the scores
from the state came back and they were up, I finally started to relax a
little. I guess that about covers it."
    Nobody seemed to want to talk much after that. They all just sat there
with a far off look on their faces. Finally people started leaving. I
looked at my watch and sent Corey home. He and Mike had been at the
computer. The kids looked puzzled by the way the adults were acting. They
seemed to know something had happened but didn't know what it was or what
to make of it. When all had left, except Vern and Nancy, we started picking
stuff up and washing the dishes. When they left Nancy gave me a big
hug. She had never done that before. I kept wondering what Jerry had on his
mind and why he had asked me to tell about the interview. I realized it had
been a set up deal but couldn't figure out why.
    The next morning Corey got there a few minutes earlier than usual. I
didn't even have breakfast started. He asked if he could check his bids. So
he booted up and checked them out. He had won one. I went over and showed
him how to use PayPal and went back to fixing breakfast. When he came in to
eat he was bubbling over with happiness. Judging by what I had seen him
wear he didn't have much so guess it was a pretty big deal to him. We ate
and I gathered up my stuff and headed for school.
    When I got there I was surprised. There were more cars there than I had
ever seen before at that time of morning. Some I didn't recognize. I
normally am one of the first ones there. Wondering if I had missed
something I hurried into the teacher's lounge. Almost all the teachers and
most of the school board were there.
    I started to apologize, saying that I must have missed the meeting
notice when Jerry stopped me. "You weren't invited to this part. You're
right on time."
    Now I was really puzzled. What was going on?
    Jerry started things off.  "You've been harping away on how we need a
counselor program and how it could help the students. We couldn't get it
set up in time for last years budget sessions. The board and I have decided
to run a trial version of it and if it's successful we'll get the money for
it next year somehow. We'd like you to be the counselor."
    "That's great. What did you expect?"
    They started in telling me what they expected of me with Mr. Downie
doing most of the talking. I could see Jerry was a little
uncomfortable. When they finally finished I thought for a few seconds.
    "I'll have to decline."
    You'd have thought I slapped them in the face with a dead fish. When
they calmed down enough to listen I explained.
    "First, in order for it to be successful, you've set the rules
wrong. You have to convince the students that they can talk to the
counselor about anything and that it will never be repeated to anyone else
without their permission. By that statement I mean you can never reveal
what they tell or ask you to anyone including the police, their parents,
their other teachers, or any other person under any
circumstances. Otherwise they won't tell you any thing. You can try to talk
them in to letting you tell someone else but if they say no, that's it. End
of matter. Secondly, you also need a female counselor. There are a lot of
things I can think of that a young lady would not dream of talking to me
about. The students have to know and like the counselors and trust them to
abide by the rules. They have to feel free to talk about anything and that
includes their possible use of drugs, their sex life, anything, and know
that you will not tell. You need to convince them that you will try to help
them with their problems and will not condemn them for their problems. That
no matter what they tell you, it will not affect how you treat them or
their grades. Under the program as you have explained it I would be
expected to take some matters to the police, their parents, and their other
teachers. Under those rules they won't tell me anything and it would be
nothing more then an academic review. We already have that."
    That set off an uproar. They couldn't believe what I'd just told
them. I could see Jerry and a couple of the other teachers
grinning. Apparently they hadn't been too fond of the rules and understood
what I thought the program should be.
    They tried to argue with me but I wouldn't back down. I told them I
wouldn't be part of a program that was doomed to fail and under their rules
it would fail. I really wanted it so I made another attempt.
    "Think back to when you were young. Didn't you have some questions that
you wanted answers to but didn't feel you could ask your parents? Try to
remember what it was like to wonder about some things and have no one to
talk to about them. This is what I want the program to be for. Of course
there will be things we don't have answers for but if were honest, the
students will understand. They may be young but they are not dumb. My hope
for it is that we might stop things like suicide and unwanted pregnancies
along with helping them become better people. It can only succeed if we are
totally honest and keep their secrets."
    I could see I had gotten through to some of them. They started arguing
amongst themselves. When called upon I defended my side but mostly I just
listened.
    In a surprising short time they came around to my way of
thinking. There were a couple of holdouts but they were so outnumbered that
it didn't matter. Now we needed a female counselor. When Julia Hunt
volunteered I knew she was the perfect choice. She was two years older than
I was and so attractive that most of the high school boys and some of our
students wanted her to teach them something that didn't have anything to do
with academics and the girls all wanted to be like her. If I had been into
chicks I would have joined the guys.
    We spent some time discussing how and when we could work it in. It got
both Julia and I off the lunch detail as we could eat and counsel and they
finally decided that the two of us should set up the program and make up
brochures to tell the students about it. The board left and we finished the
rest of the morning stuff. I turned in the slips with Mrs. Babcock's
signature and got ready for class.

          Things were going along about like normal, chaos in my classroom
as usual. During the third period I got called to the office. When I got
there Jerry handed me the phone. It was Corey's mother, Mrs. Babcock. She
explained that she needed to be out of town overnight and would it be
possible for Corey to stay with me. She explained that she didn't know many
people as she was new in town and that was why she asked me. I told her
that I didn't know the school policy but would ask if she would hold for a
few seconds. When I asked Jerry, he got a surprised look on his face and
said it had never come up before. He asked me how I felt about it and I
told him. (He knew my house and that there was plenty of room.) I said I
had no objections and since I was feeding him it wouldn't be much of a
problem. He said that it would be discussed at the next school board
meeting but for now to go ahead. I told Mrs. Babcock that I would do it and
she thanked me.
    I'm not sure my feet touched the ground the rest of the day. I was
going to have him to myself for a whole night. It was like the Lord had
finally answered my prayers. I made it through the rest of the day and
football practice without acting too distracted. At least I don't think
anyone noticed. Jerry had written out a permission slip and given it to
Corey and placed a copy in the school files to show it was approved so that
I would be protected if anyone asked. Of course it wouldn't help if our
activities were discovered but should keep people from looking too hard at
what was going on. I had managed to let a couple of the students know
Corey's mother was having a hard time financially and that I was helping
out a little so they didn't get tangled up in the system of state aid and
all that stuff. All and all the defense I had set up seemed to be working
pretty well.
    After practice we went home and I explained that it would be after my
tutoring before we could do anything. Normally I go to the student's home
for tutoring but one of the student's parents had a meeting at their home
and had asked if I could hold it at my house. The other's mother was sick
so I had agreed and after dinner they showed up and we started in on the
math.
    One of the greatest rewards a teacher can have is that time when all of
a sudden you can see on the students face that they understand what is
going on. These two were having problems with the fact that numbers are not
absolutes. It all depends on the base you use. You have to learn to think
in the abstract. Tonight I hit pay dirt. We had been trying to solve this
problem for a couple of weeks and almost like lightning had struck, they
understood. You could see it in their eyes and on their faces. We kicked it
around for a while. They had learned that one and one don't always equal
two. They can equal anything depending on how you set the problem up. When
the boy's dad showed up to take him home, he offered to drop the young lady
off as it was on his way. I told them no kissing on the way home and both
blushed and thanked me and they all left. They were both nice students and
needed to be kidded a little so that they knew I liked them and was proud
of them. I don't know why but kids that age seem to instinctively
understand that approach.
    Finally, I was alone with Corey. About that time the phone rang. It was
Julia with ideas about the counselor program. I couldn't very well tell her
I was busy so that took up a half hour in which I got harder and harder. It
was hard to concentrate on her conversation when all I wanted to do was
concentrate on Corey.
    I could see we weren't going to get as much sleep and we should but I
didn't care. My cock was so hard it might as well have had a red light
flashing on it to advertise my intentions. Corey wasn't any better off. He
had been pacing around, kind of hunched over with his hands in his pockets
ever since we were alone. The fronts of my briefs were wet and I figured
his were the same. Finally Julia ran down and we agreed to meet at lunch
tomorrow to discuss it further.
    When I had hung up, he immediately started for downstairs. I had
planned on using my bedroom but didn't care so I followed. As he opened the
door he was throwing clothes off and so was I. We were both hotter than
highjacker's pistols. We were breathing heavily and perspiring. When he got
close to the bed I pushed him down and climbed on top facing his feet. My
cock hung above of his face and his was right below mine. He started
sucking mine like a hungry calf at its mother's udder. I started in on his
beautiful cock and it wasn't long before we both climaxed. As we lay there
getting our breath back he looked disappointed.
	"Now that the worst of the tension is off we can get down to the
art of making love," I told him.
    I started off with a massage. I knew he was still nervous about being
with me and needed to be as relaxed as possible. Besides, he'd enjoyed it
the last time. This time I used a lotion. I could feel the muscles on his
back slowly relax and he sighed. Between the quick blow job and the massage
I figured he might last a while now. I put a little more lotion in the
crack of his ass and rolled him over.
    No music this time, just the two of us. I grabbed one of the pillows
and put it under my knees and the other I put under his ass raising his
hips off the bed. Then I started kissing him. This time he started kissing
back right away and I could feel his tongue trying to duel with mine. I
rubbed and pinched his nipples as we tongued each other and I could feel
him responding. His tongue became more insistent in its quest to explore my
mouth. He had learned well from his one lesson. I could feel his hands on
my neck and shoulders as he rubbed and squeezed them. I started to lick his
face and he quickly grasped my head and held it so we could continue
kissing. He obviously was going to take a more active role in letting me
know what he liked. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked it trying
to draw it further in. When I finally let it go he sighed contentedly. I
started kissing his face and neck and he rolled his head so I got a better
angle. His breathing had picked up and I started kissing his nipples. He
squirmed slowly on the bed and his hands were once again on my neck and
shoulders. When I approached his armpit he twisted and raised his arm above
his head. I started licking and kissing it and he twisted his body so I
could get my nose and mouth buried in it.
    "Oh God, that feels good." His voice was getting husky.
    I continued kissing and licking. I could feel his body twist and roll
on the bed under my chest. I slowly trailed kisses from his armpit up
across his chest and nipples towards the other and he rolled so I could
reach it with my mouth. He tasted marvelous. His mouth was sweet, his eyes
salty and his armpits kind of salty and sour. I thought I could live on the
taste of him alone.
    I finally worked my way down to that part I had fallen in love with. It
was leaking precum like a broken faucet. When I licked the tip I could feel
him quiver all over like a bowl of Jell-O in a paint mixing machine. I
could hear his breath hiss in and out like a leaky steam engine. I slowed
down.  He slowly quit hissing and then I reached under his legs and with my
finger started rubbing his anus. He kept squirming and panting and I kept
sucking but slowed down some more. Finally he was almost still. I could
feel his sweat and smell his slightly musky odor. I inserted the tip of my
finger up his ass. I could feel it clamp down and heard a sharp intake of
breath. He didn't seem to like it but I was not deterred. I knew he would
when he got used to it and I had a chance to work it a little. I kept on
sucking. He slowly seemed to forget about my finger and his anus relaxed. I
slid my finger in further. Again he clamped down and I continued sucking
and tonguing him. When he seemed ready I slipped my finger clear in and
started to work it around. I could hear him gasp and suddenly he was
squirming like he was lying on a bed of coals. I had found the spot. I
continued to finger fuck him and suck him and he started jerking and
thrashing all over the bed. I could here him yelling.
    "Oh God, don't stop don't stop."
    His hands were on the back of my head pushing down as his hips moved
up. I could feel his ring clamp down on my finger and feel his nuts were
drawn up tight to that beautiful cock. He lunged upward and his ass came
clear off the pillow.
    "Oh God, oh God, oh God," he panted and yelled.
    He was convulsing so violently I thought he was going to buck me
off. Finally he just collapsed and lay there. I kept right on finger
fucking and sucking and in no time he started bucking again. I could hear
his breath. He sounded like he was about to drop after a hard race. He
hadn't even softened in my mouth and already was cuming again. It didn't
last as long this time and when he stopped moving I knew he was done. I
kept trying but his hands fell to his sides and he just seemed to go limp
all over. The only sound was of him drawing in great lungfuls of air. I had
finally sucked all of his cum into my mouth and withdrawing my finger moved
up and kissed him.
    I lay down beside him and slipped my arm under him and rolled him up on
my chest. He just lay there panting as I kissed and held him. Finally his
breathing slowed to a normal speed. He was no longer sweating.
    "Corey, it's your turn next." I whispered. No answer. I suddenly
realized he was asleep.
    To be continued