Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 02:07:47 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Nine

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			I Love Corey, Chapter Nine

         I had to go to the bathroom. My bladder woke me up. I peered at
the alarm clock and saw it was about my usual wake up time. I stumbled into
the bathroom and relieved myself. Corey didn't even stir. I walked back out
trying to decide if I should get up or go back to bed. God, he looked so
peaceful and sexy lying there. I finally decided what to do. I went back to
bed but not to sleep. I started licking and sucking his cock. He had done
it to me a couple of times and I thought it was about the best way to wake
up I had ever experienced. I wondered what kind of a dream he was having.
The way he moved he obviously was enjoying it. He tasted different this
morning. Kind of a very mild slightly fishy taste. He still had that sexy
smell. I was enjoying every second of this. He started whimpering. It
wasn't a sad sound but I had never heard him sound like this before. His
hands and arms kind of flopped around like he didn't know what to do with
them. I just kept on sucking and licking. Suddenly his breathing changed
and his hands were on the back of my head. He had awakened. No more
whimpering just groans of pleasure.
         "Hurry, I have to take a leak. Bad."
         I kept on sucking and licking and it didn't take long. I licked up
most of it and he jumped out of bed and headed for the toilet. He was
taking those little half steps one does when one isn't sure that he will
make it. I followed him grinning. When he got there, he was still hard and
was having trouble getting it aimed right. I went over and started the
shower and he finally managed to relax enough to relieve his bladder. When
he finished he came over and shut the shower off.
         "Let's go back to bed. You taste good after you've been asleep."
         It sounded like a good idea to me so back to bed we went. I'm glad
we did. I'm not normally very awake without a couple of cups of coffee, but
he more than made up for the coffee. I had pretty well woken up sucking on
him but when he started sucking on me I was wide awake. By now he knew just
where and how to turn me on. As he nibbled and kissed my nipples I could
feel my heart race and when he finally took me in his hot mouth it was pure
bliss. If I hadn't known better I would have sworn he had a high fever
because his mouth was so hot. I grabbed his head and fucked his face for
all I was worth. I could feel him swallowing and that turned me on even
more. I finally fell back, totally spent.
         "Should we take our shower and get dressed?" I asked.
         He grinned. "Let's just stay in bed and have fun."
         So we did it again. Afterwards he just stretched out against me
like a cat that is totally relaxed. I couldn't decide whether to pet him or
kiss him. I did both. He felt so sensuous in my arms.
         By now it was nine o'clock so I got up and started the shower
again. We took a leisurely shower and got dressed. I went into the kitchen
and got the coffee going while he retrieved the paper for me. He knew I
always read it while I ate breakfast. When he got back I asked him what he
wanted for breakfast. He said he didn't know so we discussed it for a
while. I got up and started digging stuff out of the fridge and about then
Mike and Fred walked in. Mike grabbed a cup of coffee and Fred started
squeezing himself a glass of orange juice. Mike headed for the computer. I
could see Fred looking longingly at the stuff I had dug out for
breakfast. I knew what was going on.
         "You're mom on a diet again?"
         "Yeah. She thinks she's fat."
         Nancy isn't fat. She isn't even pleasingly plump. However she
periodically decides she is so when that happens her kids come over and
take on a bunch of calories.
         "Might we have the pleasure of your company for breakfast this
morning?"
         "I thought you'd never ask."
         It happens often enough that it has turned into a joke. I headed
in to ask Mike if he wanted to eat and when I stepped around the corner I
could see he was on the sign in page trying to unlock the block I have on
my computer. I asked him what he was up to and he blushed and started
stammering out a real lame excuse. I grinned and told him if had asked I
would have unlocked it for him. The way he was blushing and the fact he was
hard told me all I needed to know. I unlocked it and told him Goggle would
give him lots of hits on adult and went back to the kitchen. Corey and Fred
went to check on Mike to see what I was grinning about. As I fixed
breakfast I could hear them giggling and talking. Vern loves biscuits and I
figured he'd be over in a while so I started making some. Ham and eggs and
biscuits with some hash browns ought to fill the boys up. I popped the
biscuits in the oven and started breakfast. When it was ready I called
them.
         After we ate I walked into the computer room and they followed. I
asked Mike if they had found anything interesting. He shook his head no so
I fired the browser up and hit history. It was gone. I grinned at him and
called up another program that was hidden in a file and ran it. There it
was. Everywhere they had been. Mike looked crestfallen. Corey was giggling
and Fred was hanging his head. I checked a few of them out and told them
there were better sites than that. I typed in a site and hit enter and
typed in my password and told them to have fun but if Vern showed up to
exit and keep their mouths shut. I figure they are going to see it anyway
so it's pointless to try to make it a secret. Besides, Mike was only a
little over eight years younger than I was and I remembered how I was at
that age. Horny and curious. I went back and cleaned up the kitchen. Come
to think of it, I'm still horny and curious.
         I poured another cup of coffee and started reading the paper. I
could hear an occasional Wow and an Oh my God and lots of giggling so
figured they were having fun. I had just finished the paper when I heard
Vern knock on the back door. I yelled at him to come on in. There was a big
plate of biscuits on the table and his eyes lit on them first thing. I'd
also placed the butter, his favorite jam and a knife and plate beside
them. He grinned, shook his head and started fixing one for himself. After
three or four he started to talk. I had poured him some coffee so we were
in good shape. We sat there batting the breeze and we could hear the kids
still giggling. He finally asked what they were doing. I grinned and told
him they were probably looking at porn sites. He thought about that a few
seconds and laughed and said he wished the internet had been around when he
was young. He'd had to buy magazines.
         "Want to see what they're up too?"
         He nodded yes. I grabbed the laptop and hooked it up and slaved it
to the desktop. I've got the house wired so I can work about anywhere. They
were still looking at the porn sites. So much for my warning. I suppose
they were so wrapped up they never heard me yell at him to come in. The
site I had opened for them had a little of everything. It was all pretty
good. Vern's eyebrows went up.
         "Man, that's better than those magazines I used to buy."
         We went on visiting and I filled him in on Corey's visit to the
doctor. After a while he said he ought to go home. I grinned at him and
told him to watch. I yelled real loud.
         "All right you horny little bastards, shut that thing off. You've
entertained you father and me long enough."
         Fred's head peeked around the corner. He turned beet red and
disappeared. The computer was shut down and there was silence. I could see
Vern start to shake and I was too. We couldn't stand it. We burst out
laughing. When he'd finally recovered he told me to send them home after
while and he left. Like I'd told Corey, Vern's a pretty cool head.
         I poured myself some more coffee and walked in to see what they
were doing. There hadn't been a sound since I'd yelled. Fred and Mike were
setting there frozen in place. The only movement was a rushing of blood to
their faces. Corey was grinning.
         "You guys must have been really wrapped up to not hear your father
come in when I yelled at him." I walked over and booted the computer up
again. "Here's a good site. I think you'll like it."
         Fred finally said something. "God, I'll bet we're in trouble now."
         "I don't think so. He told me the internet was better than the
magazines he used to buy when he was young." I sat down on the couch. "Why
can't you realize your father was young once and you probably won't do
anything he didn't when he was your age? There were a couple of those
pictures you were looking at that he really grinned over."
         They finally figured out they weren't in trouble and relaxed. I
told them I would prefer they didn't tell anyone as it would be bad for my
reputation. While they thought about it I left. Pretty soon I could hear
the giggling again so guess they got over being scared.
         I started on the usual chores that go with having a home. I had
laundry and cleaning to do so I started on the laundry. There were a couple
of loads of sheets as sometimes we were a little messy. While the washer
was going I started vacuuming and dusting. I had finished with the vacuum
and was mopping the kitchen floor when Mike and Fred went home after
raiding the fridge. When they were gone, Corey pitched in and helped.
         I asked him what he thought of the porn. He said it was all right
but they didn't show very good pictures of the guys. When we were done
mopping I took him back in and logged on to a gay site. I left him and
reloaded the washer and started the dryer. When I got back he was looking
at a clip and was rubbing his cock. I unzipped his pants and sucked him. It
was only a one minute clip but he watched it twice and came during the
second showing.  He started telling me how hot the clip was and finally
told me to just watch it. I sat down and he unzipped my pants and pulled my
cock out. It started to get hard the second he touched it. He hit play and
started sucking on me. His mouth was so hot and he was really trying to get
me off that I didn't pay much attention to the clip. I was too busy
enjoying the feel of his mouth and tongue. The clip finished and I just
enjoyed the sensations arising from his mouth on my dick. I didn't need
porn clips to make me hot when I had him. I finally came and after he had
licked me clean I got back to the chores. Boy, it was a great Sunday so
far.
         By the time I had all the wash done and the bed changed it was
around two. There were still things in the dryer but I'd fold them later. I
asked Corey what he'd like for lunch and we finally settled on a salad. I
fixed one and afterwards we went into the back yard and relaxed in the
hammock. It was one of those beautiful fall days that are just made for
lazing around. When I opened my eyes again it was after four. Corey was
still sleeping. I knew I should go fold the clothes that were in the dryer
but with the warm breeze and the shade from the trees that the hammock was
fastened too I just continued to lay there. I wondered what and where our
relationship would go and produce but was so contented that it didn't seem
worth worrying about. I just hoped we would be able to handle whatever came
our way.
         He finally woke up about five. We went back in the house and I
folded the clothes. I wondered what time his mother would get here. She had
said she hoped to arrive between six and seven but you never know. I
started in on reading again. He still didn't consider it a problem. Based
on the progress I was making in getting him to admit he needed to improve
his reading skills I wouldn't need to ask Mrs. Webb how to best catch him
up. He pointed out he was fairly good in math and that was what I taught so
I should be happy. He was going to take one of my classes next year. How do
you convince a child that something is good for him when he thinks
otherwise? I racked my brain but never came up with a good enough
argument. I was just about to give up on this argument for today when the
phone rang.
         It was Corey's mother. Her car had broken down about thirty miles
from town. I told her we would come to get her. To call her car a beater
was being kind. When we got there I could see it was like the wonderful one
hoss shay * on the day after its one hundredth birthday. I wasn't the best
mechanic in the world and I figured it would take the best in the universe
to fix it. We finally arranged to have it towed and I took her to my
place. After dinner, she told me she didn't know what she was going to do
as she couldn't afford another car. I thought about that for a while and
finally told her she could use the minivan for a week. I was reluctant and
if it hadn't been for Corey I wouldn't have done so. By now it was late so
I handed her the keys and she took Corey and went home.

         To be continued

* this refers to a poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes called The Deacons
Masterpiece. For those so inclined it is short and if you type in "the
wonderful one hoss shay" or "The Deacons Masterpiece" on google you will be
able to read it. Doubt that many of you will because if you are reading
stories on this site, suspect you have something else in mind. Fritz