Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 13:03:29 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Eight

	Once again I'm forced to remind you that if you're too young to be
reading this, stop now before you get in trouble or learn something that
you shouldn't.  I'd hate to be responsible for teaching you those things
which you should learn at a later date when you are at present time too
young to know them.  What things are they?  I haven't a clue.  If you truly
think you might learn something from my stories, lots of luck.  (LOL)
	For those of you who might encounter this story and disapprove of
the concept and descriptions of sex between two males, why on earth are you
at this site looking at my stories.  If you just want something to make you
mad I suggest that you check out politics.  A few minutes of that should
make you sufficiently angry.  You don't need this story to accomplish it.
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basis in fact.  I made the whole thing up.  My sick, twisted mind conceived
both plot and characters.  Guess that shows you how sick and twisted my
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	Prologue.  Those of you who have been following this series of
stories should notice an improvement in the grammar etc. starting with this
chapter.  A kind gentleman wrote and pointed out the difference between
then and than.  It's not that I wasn't taught that difference, but through
carelessness and oversight I missed it.  Besides, it has been forty two
years since such things were brought to my attention.  One has a tendency
to get sloppy and careless if you don't work at something.  As chapter one
of this series was the first thing I had written since high school, outside
of letters to people, I had not kept in very good practice.
	He offered to check them for me and this is the first one.  If I
managed to get most of his corrections included, you should notice a marked
improvement.  I'm still a somewhat sloppy individual so I probably missed a
few.  Therefore, my many thanks to Ernie Allbritton for his help.  I am
confident that his help will make the stories more enjoyable to read.

I Love Corey, Chapter Eight

	When I awoke, I could feel a warm body snuggled up to me.  I
thought longingly of just staying in bed and making love to that warm body.
Alas, I had to get up.  Corey stirred and rolled over without awakening
when I did.  After the usual shower, shave and brushing of my teeth I woke
him up and headed for the kitchen.  I started breakfast and considered
today.  We would be busy.  Normally the team plays on Thursday but our game
was an away game and the farthest one to travel to.  The school board had
decided to save money by having us ride on the same bus as the high school
team and play on Friday.  We would play first and then the high school.  It
would be eleven before we got back.  It would take about four hours to
drive to Corey's doctor appointment.  That didn't leave much time for
sleep, let alone anything else.  I decided to ask Jerry if I could drive
and leave directly from the game.  We could stay in a motel and as the game
was in the general direction of San Francisco, it would cut an hour off the
driving.  Corey came out of the bathroom and we started breakfast.  I'm
never at my best early in the morning and Corey wisely said nothing.  When
I got my second cup of coffee, he started talking.

   When he slowed down, I told him of my idea.  He grinned and said he
liked the idea of staying in a motel.  He said it sounded sexy.  I told him
it didn't take much to sound sexy to him.  His grin got broader and he said
it was because it was so much fun.  I had to agree with that.

   I gathered up my stuff and headed for school.  Jerry came in while I was
working on my lesson plans and I asked him about driving and leaving
directly from the game.  He said it only made good sense and to go ahead.
The rest of the teachers and staff straggled in and the meeting got under
way.  The suggestions had finally dried up so we finished in normal time
and got ready to greet the hoards.

   The day went about like normal except the team and I left a few minutes
early.  I had packed some clothes and grabbed some things of Corey's before
I left home this morning so we jumped in the pickup and took off.  We swung
past Vince's office and got Corey's records.

   About halfway there we caught the bus and followed it.  I had mentioned
what we were doing to a couple of boys on the team so when we got there and
were getting ready for the game, there were no questions.  In fact a few of
them told Corey they hoped he could get his leg fixed and play next year.

   I was proud of the team.  For the first time this year, they played
hard.  It was a blowout.  I felt sorry for the other team but we out played
them in every part of the game.  If I hadn't played the subs so much, the
score would have been worse than the 44 to 6 that it was.  In this case,
the game wasn't as close as the score.  Now if I could figure out ways to
have them make extra points.  Two of seven wasn't my idea of acceptable.

   After the game Corey and I showered and left.  It was a few minutes
after seven and we grabbed a sandwich at Subway and ate while we drove.  We
made good time and got to the hotel where I normally stay about ten.

   When we went to check in Jose told me there were no vacancies except for
one of the fancy suites.  I told him no matter, we'd take it.  Jose and I
are more than just friends.  He likes to come up to my room after his
shift.  I asked Corey to get me a newspaper and when he left to get it I
told Jose that he was my student and I was taking him to a doctor
appointment as his mother had to attend a funeral. He told me he had
thought I was picking them a little young but now understood.  He also said
it was a shame as he thought Corey was extremely sexy looking.  I agreed
with him and said it was a damn crime someone that good looking was not
available.  As we commiserated with each other Corey got back.  He was
dancing around like his bladder was about to burst so I sent him up with
the bellhop and continued to visit with Jose.  We caught up on each other's
activities and when done, I left a wake up call and went upstairs.

   The suite was enormous.  I was impressed.  Corey was overwhelmed.  He
had never been in anything like this.  For that matter, neither had I.  I
swear you could have played basketball in the thing.  It even had a bidet.
I told him we had to mess up both beds so Jose, if he checked, wouldn't
find out about us.  When I explained, about Jose, Corey grinned and said he
was proud I was going with him rather than on old lover.  He told me he
would try to make it so I didn't regret that decision.

   We got into the one bed and moved around to mess it up and then went to
the other.  It was big enough so that I told him not to get lost.  He
giggled and said he would stick up a pole so I could find him.  When he
stuck that pole up I didn't have a bit of trouble locating it.  He didn't
even have to put a flag on it.

   We were both tired so it was a more leisurely approach to love making.
We started by kissing.  His tongue tasted good when he explored my mouth.
I hoped mine tasted as good to him.  As we kissed, I could feel my pulse
start to increase.  So much for the leisurely part.  My cock was now
throbbing.  He pushed me away and told me it was his turn and that he was
going to make me forget Jose ever existed.

   He made me lie on my back.  He kissed and licked me all over.  He
avoided my groin but that was the only place.  His hot mouth and tongue
kept stoking the fire within me.  Soon I was panting and wanting him so
badly that I kept trying to grab him.  He kept on pushing my hands aside
and continuing his work.  I had never realized there were so many places on
my body that responded to a hot tongue.  By the time he finally got to my
pulsating cock I was as hot as I could be without climax.  He licked it
once and I was over the edge.  He licked my fluid up and started in again
on my tool.  It had softened slightly while he was cleaning me up but soon
responded to his tongue.  This time he didn't waste any time on any thing
else.  He kept his attention focused on my cock.  He didn't try to hurry me
but just gently licked now and then.  The sadistic little monster just kept
me in a state of high arousal with no relief.  First he'd lick one way,
then another.  Then he'd change his position and do it all over again.
Sometimes he'd lick from the base to the tip and others the tip to the
base.  Sometimes he was on one side of me and then he'd move to the other.
His tongue was hot against my cock.  Just when I thought he'd give me
relief, he'd slow down and change position.  Every time I looked at him,
his beautiful cock was just bobbing under his belly.  I wanted him, I
needed him, and I desired him.  Finally he got his legs close enough to my
arms that I reached out and grabbed him.  He fell on his side with his cock
toward me.  I rolled onto my side and pulled him closer.  I took him in my
mouth.  He tasted just as good as ever.  I thought if I could come up with
a drink that tasted this good I would capture the market.  He had slowed
his ministrations to me when I grabbed him.  I now was trying to hurry him
along to catch up with me.  When I thought he was about hot enough, I did
to him what he had done to me.  I just kept him there.  I had my hand on
his balls and when the tension started to drop, I would suck and tongue
just enough to tense them up again.  I could tell he wanted more as he kept
rolling his hips more and more towards my mouth.  I thought I would teach
him a lesson about being sadistic.  Finally he couldn't stand it any
longer.  He raised a leg inviting my finger.  I just kept on like I didn't
notice.  I could feel his hand trying to reach for me and I didn't make it
any easier.  I rolled slightly and clamped my cheeks together.  He kept
reaching and I kept rolling until I was on my back.  I grabbed his hips and
lifted him and placed him astride me.  When I had him in my mouth again I
decided we ought to end this as we had to get up in the morning.  I started
increasing the pressure and rubbing with my tongue and he did the same.  It
didn't take long and he was slamming his pelvis into my face while I
eagerly swallowed every drop.  I wasn't far behind and could feel him
sucking and nursing on mine.  Oh God, it was great.  When it was over, we
kissed and then he snuggled up to me and fell asleep.  As I lay there with
him in my arms I knew it couldn't get any better than this...

   The phone was ringing and I couldn't find the button to shut the damn
thing off.  I finally realized it wasn't my alarm clock and answered.  It
was the wake up call I had requested.  I managed to stagger to the bathroom
and get the shower going.  As it warmed up I headed for the can. Corey
limped in and we met and flipped the seat up and took a leak.  After we
went through the usual ablutions, I called room service and ordered orange
juice, eggs benedict and lots of coffee.  While we were waiting, we got
dressed.  When we had finished an excellent breakfast, I had some more
coffee and then we left.

   As it turned out we could have stayed in the hotel for a while.
Dr. Benz was a lot longer in surgery than he had expected.  The only reason
we had gotten a Saturday appointment was that he was doing a procedure on
one of the Forty-niners.  It was almost ten before he showed up.  After the
introductions he reviewed the records and did his own examination.  He
agreed with Vince's diagnoses and said he would be happy to do the
operation.  When I asked him when, he said his office would be in touch.
By now it was eleven and we left.

   The funeral was scheduled for one and I asked him if he would care to
attend.  He considered it and decided he would like to go and support his
mother and show respect for her friend.  As the funeral was being held in
Santa Rosa it wouldn't take long to drive and we had a quick lunch and
left.


   When we got to the church I was somewhat surprised to find that there
were only three others white faces besides Corey's, his mother's and mine.
It was a very nice service and when it was over we waited to talk to his
mother.  While standing there I heard a voice say
   "Sam Lofton, I didn't expect to see you here.  I didn't know you knew
Adah Wilson?"

    It was Bret Jackson, an old friend from high school.  I hadn't seen him
since the summer we graduated.  I explained that I didn't and why I was
there.  I introduced him to Corey.  We stood there talking and he told us
about Mrs. Wilson and how she had taken it upon herself to help girls in
trouble with their parents.  Pretty soon there was a good sized group
standing around us and filling in the gaps in what Bret was telling.  She
sounded like the kind of person that the world needs more of.  Bret kept
introducing people and finally Mrs. Babcock came out.  I filled her in on
what the doctor had said.  I could tell she was glad I had brought Corey to
the service.

   Corey and I were getting ready to leave but everyone insisted we attend
the luncheon which was to follow.  As there didn't seem to be any way to
decline politely, we went.

   Corey and I were sort of out of place at the luncheon as we were the
only two who had never met the deceased.  All the others seemed to go out
of their way to make us feel comfortable.  It might have helped that
Corey's mother was known to them and that I knew Bret but somehow I think
they were just real nice people and wanted to share their memories of
someone they cared a lot for.  By the time it was over I found myself
wishing I had been given a chance to know her.  I was helping Bret and some
others clean up when the minister came into the kitchen.  Bret introduced
me and afterward they started talking about what the church was going to
have to do to replace her in their program for helping troubled girls.
While she had started it on her own, it had grown to where she had asked
the church for help.  I continued washing dishes and eavesdropped
shamelessly.  When we were done cleaning, I told them all I had enjoyed
meeting them but we had to get going.  I got Bret's address and Corey and I
headed home.

   We stopped at the market to pick up something for dinner and Mr. Downie
was there.  While chatting with him he asked how the counselor program was
coming.  I told him we were getting it set up and it should be in operation
soon.  He asked me to keep him informed of how it was going because, prior
to the barbeque, he had been against it.  He said that hearing me tell why
I wanted to be a teacher had caused him to change his mind.  Mr. Downie had
been elected to fill Norm Perkins' place on the board when he died so he
hadn't been at that interview.  Now I finally understood what was in
Jerry's mind when he had kept after me to talk about it.  There had been a
couple of school board members there.  I'm going to have to pay more
attention to him.  He has a devious mind.

   It was fairly late for dinner but as we had eaten two lunches we weren't
hungry yet.  I had gotten a chicken and decided to roast it.  I thought
some mashed potatoes and gravy would go well with it so I prepared and
seasoned the chicken and popped it in the oven.  While it was cooking I
talked with Corey about his reading.  He didn't seem to think it was a
problem.  I couldn't seem to get it through his head that it would make
school easier and allow him to get a better education and job when he was
out of school.  I finally had to finish dinner and hadn't gotten anywhere.
Oh well, I had lots of time.  If I couldn't outsmart a thirteen year old
maybe I ought to quit.

   While I was finishing dinner, Corey booted up the computer and started
checking eBay and had to pay for the last of his wins.  He had just
finished up when dinner was done.  Afterwards, we discussed the meeting
with Dr. Benz and the funeral.  Dr. Benz had taken quite a lot of time
explaining just what could go wrong and what to expect and Corey seemed a
little nervous.  I explained that, to a healthy person, the risk of the
anesthetic was very low and that I was certain he had mentioned it because
of the risk of malpractice law suits.  I also pointed out that he had been
that route before with no ill effects. That seemed to reassure him.  When
we got to talking about the funeral I was surprised when he suggested that
we should come up with a way to raise some money to help with the church's
program for troubled young women.  I hadn't realized he was listening.  I
had already planned to donate to them as it seemed like a good cause and
they appeared to be doing a first-class job.  Things had been so busy that
he had not yet talked to his mother about joining the scouts but he hoped,
if she let him, they might help raise the money.

   I was amazed, when I stopped to think about it, that he had come so far
from that shy person who rarely said anything to the person now before me.
He was getting more self confidence all the time.  All of a sudden it
dawned on me.  The kids who appeared confident and in control of themselves
all had parents who took a real interest in them and encouraged them.  Why
I hadn't thought of that before I couldn't understand.  I now knew how to
spot potential problems and had an insight on how to help and deal with
them.  Under my encouragement and love, Corey was maturing and becoming
more confident.  It had been only a few weeks and already the results were
starting to show.  I would have to make sure to work with some of the
students who appeared to need a boost in that department.  I guess being a
teacher is a lifelong learning experience.  Here a student was teaching me,
although he didn't know it.

   I told Corey I had better call Vince and report and thank him.  He said
he would like to make the call so I told him to go ahead.  When he thanked
Dr. Logan I was proud of him.  It was very sincere and heart warming.  Too
often we forget to thank those we should.

   It was now getting late so I picked up the kitchen, started the
dishwasher and headed for bed.  Corey was right behind me.  While we were
getting undressed he sighed and said he wished his mother would be away
more often as it gave us more time together.  Suddenly I was sad.  Tomorrow
night I would have to lay in my bed alone and so would he.  We got into bed
and I held him and kissed him softly for a long time.  Finally I realized
there was still tonight.

   I started in on him.  I kissed and licked and just generally started to
get him hot.  He started responding and before long I forgot about
tomorrow.  I grabbed the lube and then started fingering him.  I could here
him groan and sigh.  It was turning me on and when he grabbed my head and
started forcing my face into his belly, I almost came.  He fucked my face
and when he was through he just lay there catching his breath.  As soon as
his breathing slowed slightly, he pushed me off of him and started in
sucking me.  It didn't take long for his scalding hot mouth to get me off
and I had to catch my breath.  After that, we spent a little more time on
each other.

   It was like we were never going to be together again.  I started licking
him trying to get his taste impressed in my mind.  I wanted to be able to
remember how his tongue, his face, his armpits, his bellybutton and every
other part of him tasted.  I'd lick and taste and try to fix it in my mind.
Mostly he just tasted good.  Some parts were better than others in that
they were stronger.  His armpits tasted better than his neck, kind of salty
and sour.  His face and eyes were just mildly salty.  When I got to his
cock and balls the smell was delicious.  Sort of musky and sweaty and they
still had the aroma of his earlier climax.  I couldn't get enough of that
smell.  They tasted even better than they smelled.  I grasped his cock and
licked that area where the foreskin joins the shaft and I could feel his
body stiffen and tremble.  When I worked on the slit he was gasping and
writhing.  I wanted it to last but he seemed to need release so I started
licking and sucking.  It took longer this time.  He raised a leg for my
finger but I ignored it and continued.  I didn't want to hurry him.  The
longer you can last, the better the release.  Besides, I loved his taste,
the feel of that beautiful cock in my mouth, and the knowledge that I was
making him happy.  I would have been happy to go on all night but soon he
came.  Once again I got to drink from his well of life.  God it was good.

   When his breathing had slowed he curled up in my arms and told me how he
loved me and how I made him feel secure and at peace with the world.  I
kissed him softly and told him I loved him and he slowly fell asleep.

   To be continued