Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2002 20:30:44 -0500
From: Robert Just Robert <kewl_dad_1@msn.com>
Subject: Cory chapter 10

Cory
Chapter Ten

	If I hadn't been so caught up in my own feelings of jealousy and revenge, I
might have realized what really happened between Tony and Brandon. Months
after Brandon moved on and out of our lives Tony finally broke down and told
me what did happen.  I was angry at first, angry at Brandon but more angry
at myself.
	At first Tony had chased Brandon, a normal thing for a gay boy with raging
hormones but, when it came time to do the deed, he decided against it.
Unfortunately Brandon insisted. What happened was closer to rape than
seduction and Tony was too ashamed to confide in us.
	Frank sat teary eyed, as his son sketched out what had happened and I felt
both anger and shame. Anger that Brandon could do such a thing and get by
with it, and shame for my desire to get even for an affair that was less
than consensual. Though Frank and I wanted to go kick Brandon's ass, we knew
that would only make things worse. Tony was tearful and made us swear that
we wouldn't try to hurt Brandon, and we agreed. Apparently there had been no
physical harm done to Tony beyond the bruising Brandon's monster cock had
caused; the real harm was how Tony now viewed intimacy.
	If I had been a smarter man, more in tune with Tony's feelings and less
with my own, I would have seen the signs immediately. For a time Tony had
been less intimate with me, avoiding anal sex altogether. I thought he was
just missing Brandon, or perhaps had grown tired of me but, the truth was he
was afraid.  Despite his tough facade and previous aggressive sexual
behavior he was suddenly a victim and unable to process those feelings of
vulnerability.
	I sat holding him as he cried softly and he seemed so much younger than his
years. He was famous, wealthy beyond anyone's wildest dreams but, still a
little boy inside. I suggested therapy but, Tony was adamant about not
needing a stranger poking around in his head, and Frank and I both agreed
that what he needed most right now was our support. We could always seek
professional help later if the need arose.
	That evening was a real eye-opener for us all. We all agreed the other boys
needed to know. at first Tony was reluctant to share his bad experience but,
once he saw the love and support the others offered he was relieved. That
love and support helped Tony more than any therapy could have. Even Toby
shed a tear and hugged Tony, showering him with reassurances that he would
watch out for him in the future.
	We were home for a change; home being a sprawling old house that we had
refurbished and brought into the 21st century with such amenities as extra
bathrooms and a full service kitchen.
Touring had dragged us all down and Tony's revelation had only made us more
anxious to be home and together, far from the screaming crowds and pushy
record executives.
	We rambled around the house aimlessly, watching movies in the huge living
room with it's 52" TV and eating or sleeping as we desired. Tony slept a lot
the first few days but, finally perked up and seemed more like his old self.
I found him sitting on the patio watching the other boys splashing in the
Olympic sized pool.
	"Hey Ton, wassup bud?" I said clasping his shoulders and squeezing them
gently.
	"Oh, hi...I was looking for you."
	I stared at him with a sly grin. "From that chair...no wonder you couldn't
find me." And I laughed.
	"No silly...I mean when I got up. Where were you?"
	"Counting our money." I joked. "We have a buzzillion dollars and tooty two
cents."
	"The tooty two cents is yours..." Tony said smiling.
	"Thanks, and after all my hard work...I'm appalled."
	Tony was suddenly serious. "Bob can we talk?"
	"Sure love, what's up?"
	"Not here, can we... umm... take a drive or something?"
	"Sure, let me holler at Frank and the boys."
	I told Frank and the boys that Tony and I were taking a drive and that we'd
be back soon, and we were off. I chose the PT Cruiser, it was still my
favorite car and just started driving. Tony was quiet at first then
nervously began speaking.
	"Bob, I'm really sorry about Brandon and all...I know I hurt your feelings."
	"You have nothing to be sorry for.. I was the jerk here. If I hadn't been
such a baby I would have known something was wrong." I felt tears building
as I continued. "Can you ever forgive me love, I should have been there for
you."
	Tony scooted over as far as could in the bucket seat and laid his head on
my shoulder. "Yeah, I forgive you...if you forgive me." He said softly.
	"Done and done." I said sniffing back tears.
	Tony was silent again then began talking about regular stuff and finally
asked me if he could drive. I pulled over and we changed places. All the
boys had driver's licenses now and on the rare occasions we were home they
often drove one of the several cars we leased. The favorite among the boys
was a Honda RS, but the PT Cruiser was all mine. Frank had a big Ford 4x4
that he was fond of and the other car was a Mustang convertible.
	"I wish we had the convertible." Tony said smiling. "This is an old man's
car." He added laughing.
	"Hey, watch it, this old man likes his "Cruiser".
	"I'm just funning wit ya...it's okay. Wish it was faster though."
	"Hey, 65 is fast enough for a human to travel on pavement. If you want
faster learn to fly." I quipped.
	"I'd like to, for real. Do you think I could?" Tony was genuinely excited
for the first time in a long time.
	"Don't see why not...you certainly can afford it..." I laughed.
	"Wow, cool. Can we call about it when we get back?"
	"Yeah, no problem. Maybe the other's would like to learn too."
	"That would be cool, then we could buy a jet and fly ourselves to the
concerts."
	"Nice plan, but I don't think they issue pilots licenses to teenagers." I
chuckled.
	"Oh, yeah...guess not. Well anyway maybe I can learn to fly a prop plane or
something."
	"Sure, just keep me out of it, okay...flying is for the birds."
	"Chicken..."
	"Yeah, and chickens don't fly."
	We stopped at McDonalds and thankfully no one recognized us. Maybe it was
because most of the clientele were either too young or too old to have heard
of the boys but, it was only a matter of time until they were so famous that
even an outing like this would be impossible. I didn't know if I was ready
for that kind of fame, even if my part was only from riding on their
coattails. As I nibbled on fries and a Big Mac I sat and stared dreamily at
the boy across from me and thought about how we had first met and what he
now meant to me. If I had died that very moment I would have been fulfilled
having had his love. He was everything to me, and I felt a pang of sorrow,
knowing that all too soon he would move on as boys always did. That was the
problem with loving boys, even teenage boys, they outgrew you long before
you outgrew them. It wouldn't be me who changed, it would be Tony. He would
realize someday, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year that I was holding him
back, that he had to move on. I would be strong when the time came and I
would let him go. As the song says, "If you love someone, then let them go".
That was my life and sad as it seemed to me at that moment, in the grand
scheme of life, it was more than  most would have. To have known the boys,
Cory, Tony, Ron, and Toby for even a brief time would have been a treasure.
I had much more, I had shared their love and I had Tony for now and life was
good. My sad mood turned happy and I caught Tony smiling at me as if he
suddenly understood my mood. I touched his hand as it rested on the table
and he took it in his. Oblivious of those around us we sat holding hands and
staring into each other's eyes for quite some time.
	The trip back was pleasant but quiet and when we got home most of the
other's were scattered here and there, taking advantage of their down time.
Frank was just leaving when we pulled up, going into town he said to look
for trouble, and offered to let us join him but Tony said he was tired and I
certainly didn't want to leave my boy alone. We wound up in my room. At
first we were watching TV and just laying around on my huge king sized bed,
then we snuggled up and began kissing.
	My tongue danced inside Tony's mouth as my hands explored his hard body. I
was afraid at first, remembering his pain as he talked about his encounter
with Brandon but, I sensed his need and I tenderly offered my love. My hands
found his hard nipples beneath his t-shirt and I rolled them between my
thumb and forefinger as he moaned softly. His flesh was warm and soft, and I
let my hands move down his chest and to his stomach. A soft downy trail of
hair led down to his waist and I moved my hand down and grasped the button
of his jeans and undid them. He sighed softly as I unzipped his pants and
snaked my hand inside, finding his cock already hard and wet. He lifted his
hips and I pulled his pants on down and off his supple legs and tossed them
on the floor.
	His boxers were tented by his hard boy meat and a delicious aroma emanated
from between his legs. The aroma was  boy sweat and sex, a natural
aphrodisiac for me, and it drove my passion to a new level.  I roughly
pulled the boxers down and tossed them onto the floor. Tony was now dressed
only in socks and his t-shirt and couldn't have looked more sexy or
inviting. I decided to leave those on for now and I attacked his cock with a
vengeance. I slobbered on it's length and kissed the purplish head tasting
his pre-cum. I turned my attention to his balls and took them in my mouth
savoring the tasty treats. My hand were roaming his body, exploring his soft
firm legs with their downy covering and running up as high as I could reach
on his chest, pinching his nipples as he moaned. I took the entire length in
my mouth in one gulp and he clawed at the sheets.
	I took my time, enjoying the taste and smell of my boy lover as he moaned
and wiggled beneath me. When he was near he grabbed my head and began
fucking my mouth almost roughly. Far from being upset I was terribly excited
by his passion and I sucked harder as he forced his cock in and out of my
greedy mouth. He exploded as a torrent of his hot tasty cream filled my
mouth. I gobbled it down greedily and licked him clean before moving up and
laying beside him. I reached over and hugged him close and he kissed me
passionately, tasting his own cum on my lips.
	"Mmmmm, that was good." He said dreamily.
	"Yep, it was. Very tasty." I said smiling.
	"Bob?"
	"Yeah, babe?"
	"Will you...fuck me now?"
	"Are you sure?" I wanted us to be alright, like before but, if he wasn't
ready then I was willing to wait.
	"Yeah, I'm sure. Please...I love you."
	"I love you too, babe."
	That night I fucked Tony twice and he fucked me once. It was like the first
time, only better because we now shared more than lust and sexual passion.
We had loved and shared our lives and the sex was now a celebration of our
love. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms and once again the world
was right. I didn't worry about what the future might bring or what had
happened in the past, I was in the moment and that moment was glorious.

End Chapter Ten

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