Date: Thu, 05 Aug 2004 01:29:42 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Six

	Alas, once again it's time for the horrid usual disclaimer.  I hate
writing them just as much as you hate reading them.  If I was sure you'd
remember and that no one else would sneak in, I'd omit them.  Ah well, here
goes.
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I love Corey, Chapter Six

	I was having the best dream.  In it someone was kissing and making
love to me.  I could feel his tongue and lips against mine.  The way his
warm breath gently fell on my face sent shivers of pleasure through me.  In
my dream I reached up and clasped his warm body to me.  The dream is
getting too intense and I'm afraid I'm waking up.
	When I opened my eyes Corey was in my arms and smiling down at me.
This was even better than my dream.
	"You fell asleep on me," he grinned.
	"You did it first."
	"I know, I'm sorry.  I just felt so warm and happy and relaxed
lying in your arms."
	I pretended to be mad while smiling at him.  "Don't do it again or
I'll have to beat you.  You left me with a hard-on and no way to relieve
myself."
	"I'll try to do something about that," he said while coyly grinning
at me.
	He went back to kissing me and rubbing my nipples.  It felt sooooo
good.  During my dream I had gotten hard and I wished he would hurry there
but he seemed to ignore what I wanted and did only that which he wanted.
It really didn't matter though.  My heart was already pounding and I knew
he would make me happy and contented before he was through.
	As he trailed a string of kisses and gentle nibbles across my chest
I wondered why I was so lucky.  Why did he want to be with me?  He was
slowly working his way down and by now I was on fire.  I wanted him to take
me in his warm mouth.  If the world was to end today, I wanted that
pleasure.  He stopped.  I felt him get up.  As I started to follow him he
pushed me back down.
	"Don't get excited.  I'll be right back."
	I was all ready excited.  I thought that was the object of his
actions.
	True to his word he was only gone a few seconds.  He picked up
where he had left off.  I was puzzled.  My mind wouldn't work very well.
There were too many feelings stirring in my body.  God, he set me on fire.
My mind seemed suspended in a sea of passion.  Suddenly I felt his finger.
It slid easily inn.  That was why he had left me for a few seconds.  Our
talk about the use of a finger and lube was the reason.
      He was inexperienced.  He was trying but couldn't quite hit the spot.
I gasped out directions.  My God, he found it.  It had been months since
anyone had pleasured me like this.  As he rubbed that spot within me and
sucked I could feel myself tense.  I could no longer control myself.  Pure
animal instinct took over.  Joy and happiness reigned supreme.
	When it was over I felt wonderful.  I was relaxed and contented.
All was right with the world.
	I cuddled Corey in my arms and we shared a long leisurely kiss.
Why can't this feeling last forever.  As I lay there thinking about what we
had shared I fell asleep.
	When I awoke, I looked at my watch.  Thank God for my bladder.  If
it wasn't for that I would have been late to school.  That would have
looked bad.  I shook Corey awake and dashed upstairs for the shower.  I was
about done when he came in and stepped right in with me.  He was grinning
and when he rubbed against me I almost forgot that I needed to hurry.
	"Damn it Corey, we're late.  If you don't want to give the whole
thing away you better quit that."  I was hard all ready.  I knew he could
stop me in my tracks with one more rub.  He looked crestfallen.
	"I'm sorry, I didn't realize.  Are you going to make it on time?"
	"Yes, if I skip breakfast."
	I hurried out of the shower, brushed my teeth and shaved.  As I was
putting my clothes on he came back in with some toast.
	"You can eat this on the way."
	"Thanks, don't forget we've got tonight."
	He smiled and I hurried out.  I managed to get to school and was
only about five minutes later than normal.  The rest of the teachers and
staff started coming in as I worked on my grade sheet.  When Julia got
there we talked some more about the counselor program.  Finally the meeting
started.
	We went through the usual parts of the morning meeting and, when
they were done, Jerry tuned it into a discussion of what everyone thought
the counselor program should be and how to work it.  I was surprised at the
way everyone seemed to have been thinking about it.  Julia and I were kept
busy writing down suggestions and answering questions.  For the first time
in quite a while the first bell for the first class rang before we had
finished.
	The rest of the day went on about like normal.  There were the
usual debates in my classes about math, politics and citizenship.  The
students thought that when they got me off math and onto something else
they were winning, but I knew I was.  I had an unfair advantage.  I knew
what the real goal was.  I managed to work some of the math into the other
discussions.  It seemed to me that they soaked it up better if they could
see it in action.  I'll have to admit that doing it this way required me to
keep revising my lesson plan for the year.  It made a lot of extra work,
but when you see the reason to learn something, it seems to stick better.
The hardest part for me was politics.  I didn't feel that I should try to
make them believe a certain way.  That caused me to take the opposite view
from my own beliefs a lot of times.  If they could ever figure out how I
voted from those class discussions they were smarter than I was and I
shouldn't be teaching them.
	It was one of those very hot days you can have in the fall.  The
East wind was blowing off the mountains and the sun was beating down.  By
the time football practice came it was over one hundred degrees.  We didn't
do much and I kept after the kids to drink lots of water.  Finally we
headed for the showers.  Normally I shower after they leave but
occasionally with them.  I was hot and sticky so I just stripped down and
joined them.  When I finished the shower I started to dress.  I had gotten
some clean clothes out of the office and as I grabbed a pair of briefs I
could hear Marty Logan's voice.
	"Coach has got s E X E y shorts."
	"What's the matter, jealous?" I asked him.
	"My girlfriend would like them."
	"Well, why don't you let your girlfriend feel them" I said throwing
them towards him.  "I doubt that Rosie Palm and her five sisters will get
that excited."
	By now the rest of the kids were laughing and making smart remarks.
For once I seemed to be ahead of him.  I knew he'd figure out a way to get
even with me though.
	One of the others asked how they felt.  They started passing them
around.  They weren't really that sexy, just bikini briefs in a satin like
material and they were bright red.  I've got better ones.  I had only dug
them out because they were light and cool.  I got an idea.  While we had
managed to win our games so far, the kids were capable of playing better
than they had.
	"All right you knot heads, listen up.  Since you all seem
interested in my undergarments, I'll make you a deal.  Make it to state
playoffs this year and I'll get you all a pair like that in the color of
your choice."
   "What colors do they come in?" Marty asked.
   "I'm not sure.  I've got them in black, blue, red and teal" I replied.
"There are some others and I'll find out what they are and let you know."
   I went into the office and got another pair of briefs and finished
dressing.  I grabbed the stapler and when I managed to get the red ones
back, I stapled them to the bulletin board.
   "I'll put a list underneath with a place for your name, color and size"
I told them.
   I don't suppose many of the kids had seen any briefs like mine.  I found
I couldn't buy them locally so got them in the city when I needed new ones.
Living in a rural area limits some of what is available.
   They finished dressing and left.  Corey picked up the stuff to be washed
and I worked at my computer.  When he was done I checked the time.
   "We've just got time to get to your doctors appointment." I told him.
   I had made an appointment last week to get his leg checked out and see
what exercises he should be doing.  I'd made it with Dr. Vince Logan who
does the team physicals and is Marty's father.
   We jumped in the pickup and with the air conditioner on full we headed
for the hospital.  Dr. Logan was on duty this evening so I could get a
later appointment for Corey.
   When we got there we had to wait about fifteen minutes while Dr. Logan
finished stitching a finger.  When he got to us he started a very through
examination of Corey's leg.  I had expected a short one and some direction
on what physical therapy to use.  After about a half hour of feeling and
manipulation of Corey's leg he decided he needed some x-rays and sent him
to radiology.  After Corey left, Vince turned to me.
   "Sam, what the hell is it with you?  Marty is always talking about you
this and you that.  The latest is something about shorts."
   I laughed and explained.  As we sat there batting the breeze he asked me
why I was the one who had brought Corey in rather than his parents so I
filled him in on what I knew.
   "Do you always take this much interest in your students or is he an
exception?"
   I'd never really considered it in that way.
   "I'd say I always take an interest in the students.  Kind of like you
take an interest in your patients.  Sure, some you like better than others
but they all deserve your best."
   While he was thinking about my reply Corey returned with the x-rays.  He
looked at them for a while.  Then he got on the phone and asked if the MRI
was free.  When told it was, he sent Corey down there.  He told me it would
take about thirty minutes to run the scan and after that we should go have
dinner and come back.  He thought he would have some answers by then.
   By now I could see that the evening was getting away from us.  Guess we
would just have to put up with it.  Besides, it was pretty obvious that by
the end of the day Corey's leg really bothered him.  I hoped Vince would
come up with a way to help.
   When the MRI was over we left.  After we discussed it we decided to have
Chinese food.  The local restaurant wasn't great but was bearable so we
headed over.  By the time we had finished dinner, it was almost nine.  We
went back and Dr. Logan was with another patient.  He finished with her at
nine-thirty and got to us.
   He had good news and bad news.  The good news was that Corey's leg could
be made almost as good as new.  The bad news was it would take surgery to
do it.  He explained that when it was healing, some things had grown
together wrong.  With surgery and some therapy it should be fine.  Corey
wanted to know if he would be able to play sports again.  Vince assured him
that he would.
   "So Vince, when can you do the operation?" I asked.
   "First, I'm not going to do it.  It calls for a specialist.  Second, you
can't authorize it.  His mother must.  Third, who is going to pay and how?"
   I hadn't thought of that.  I doubted that Mrs. Babcock would be able to
come up with much money.  I wondered what provisions she had for health
care.
   "About what would it cost?"
   He thought for a short while.  "About twenty-five to thirty thousand."
   Corey's face fell.
   I asked him how long recovery would take.  A couple of months was his
estimate.  I told him we would get back to him and we left.  It was almost
ten.  This was later than I normally kept Corey out.  He was very quiet on
the way home.
   When we got there he came in to pick up some things he had left and I
hit the button on the answering machine.  As he was about to walk out the
door his mother came on saying she wouldn't be able to make it back tonight
and asking if I would keep him for another night.  I noticed that there was
music in the background and no number I could reach her at.  While I was
thrilled to have Corey again, I was more than a little ticked off at her
for trying to take advantage of me.
   We took another shower as it had been hot and humid this evening and
Corey didn't seem to want to do anything except wash.  I knew he was
worrying about the money for the operation and I had tried to tell him on
the way home that money wasn't a problem.  I'd told him I could easily pay
for it.  That didn't seem to cheer him up.  I had been thrilled at
Dr. Logan's diagnosis and was puzzled why he wasn't.
   We slipped into bed and Corey just lay on his side of it.  I decided to
press the issue and asked him why he didn't think I should pay.  He finally
said it wasn't right that I should spend all my money on him and he had
nothing to give to me.  He told me it made him feel like a prostitute.
After thinking a little I started in.
   "Corey, the correct term is gigolo and you are not a gigolo.  If you
were a gigolo you would be asking for money and I haven't heard that.
Women may be prostitutes and men gigolos.  The terms are used when one
engages is sex for money.  Secondly, you have already given me that which I
want from you.  It is friendship and love.  That's priceless.  There is no
way one can put a monetary value on it.  Again you never asked me for
anything, you just gave.  I remember you telling me how happy you were that
day in the locker room.  There was no mention of money, just trying to make
someone happy.  Lastly, to me it isn't much money.  I have some and it
would be like you buying lunch for someone.  If you liked them you wouldn't
think a thing of it.  Through some events I had no control over I wound up
with some money.  I told you I had plenty to pay for the operation and I
meant it.  It won't short me in any way or cause me to go without
anything."
   I continued, "I tried to explain about love.  Do you remember what I
said?"  He nodded.  "It's not only doing what your partner wants, it's
wanting the best for them.  You want to help them in any way you can.
Their welfare and happiness become more important to you than what you
think your own is.  Now understand, this must be shared by both.  If not,
one party can take an unfair advantage of the other.  If it is shared by
both, it brings out the best in both.  It also makes both of them very
happy.  That day in the locker room I told you I loved you.  In point of
fact, that wasn't true.  I was infatuated with you.  Since then I have come
to love you.  When I'm around you I find myself happy for no apparent
reason.  Actually, it's because you're there.  If you could spend some
money on me to help me with something, even if it took all your money would
you?"
   "Oh yes."
   "In this case, it won't take much of my money and will make me happy
because I will be helping you.  Do you think you understand that?"
   He thought about it for a little while.  "Yes.  I think I understand.
Thank you." He paused for a little while.  "I love you too."
   I reached out and pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms around him.
He laid his head on my chest.
   "Go to sleep, it's late and you need your rest."
   I am having this really great dream.  In it the most wonderful young man
is making love to me.  He has vivid blue eyes.  As he kisses me and rubs me
I seem to be lost in happiness.  It is sooooooo good.  I wish it would
never end.  As he continues I can feel my body respond and my heart starts
to pound.  I am so afraid.  I fear the dream will end before he is done.
That makes me sad.  Alas, I feel myself waking up...

   To be continued