Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2004 09:11:06 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter One

	Time for the usual disclaimers.  For all you people that are too
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probably too young.  Of course that brings up the question of, if you can't
read, why are you looking at this anyway?  This is all to complex for me.
You'll just have to make your own decisions.  I promise not to tell.
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	This was my first attempt at writing an erotic story.  In fact it
was my first attempt at writing anything since high school.  The first few
chapters show that.  As I kept writing, some of the readers sent in
suggestions and I hope I improved my writing.  While this story is posted
on another site, I did fix a few of the more glaring mistakes before
posting it on Nifty.  So far there are over twenty chapters to this story
and I'm not sure how many more it will take to finish it.  I'll try to fix
and post one of the completed chapters every few days until I get them all
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I Love Corey, Chapter One

         Hi. My name is Sam and I'd like to tell you about a lad named
Corey. I suppose I should start at the beginning so you know a little about
me and the background on which this story is set. I'm twenty-five years old
and a teacher in a middle school in a smallish city in northern California.
I'm 5 feet 11 inches tall and weigh about 160 pounds with light brown hair.
While I'm fairly strong, I don't look it. I'm bisexual leaning towards gay.
I've been working at this school for three years and it was my first job
when I graduated from college.
         I learned I was bisexual in high school but kept it from my
parents who were both teachers. In fact I kept it in the closet because all
I ever wanted to be was a teacher and, with the way things are, there isn't
much chance of getting a job with a school if you are openly either gay or
bi. I teach math, some science and am the coach of the football team and an
assistant coach of the track team.
         When I moved to the area I looked for an apartment but couldn't
find a decent one at a reasonable price. So, I bought a house. My folks
both died in an airplane crash when I was a junior in college. They were on
vacation in Europe when the plane went down. I was an only child so all of
their estate came to me. With the insurance from the crash and all the
rest, I had almost $700,000 when I graduated from college and no debts. The
house is about a mile from the school and is a lot bigger then I need but
it is convenient.
         The worst thing about living in this area is there isn't much
chance to get any action unless I go way out of town. It's about a 3-1/2
hour drive to San Francisco which is where I go when it gets too much for
me.  Sometimes I wish society was more accepting and I could be open about
my sexuality.  Alas, so far I find it best to keep that part of me a
secret.  I even occasionally date a couple of the teachers so no one really
suspects.  When I do, I always feel guilty, hoping that I'm not taking
advantage of them.  That doesn't make for the best dates.
         At the time this story starts it was fall training camp for the
team. We were not allowed to practice before the school year started, but
we could have a one week fitness camp so that is what we did. On the second
day of camp during a short break, while the team caught their breath, I
looked around and on the East side of the practice field is a low
hill. Sitting at the foot of the hill about midfield I saw a skinny kid
with dirty blond hair sitting there watching. I asked the team if they knew
who he was but none of them did. After I put them through another bunch of
wind sprints, I again told them to take five and walked over to him. I
squatted down next to him while looking over the field and asked in a
conversational tone of voice, "Well, what do you think of them?"
         In a voice so soft I could barely hear him he answered, "They look
pretty good."
         "Would you like to join the team?" I asked.
         After a pause he answered in that same soft voice, "I'd like to
but I hurt my leg last year and the doctor told me I would never be able to
play sports like football again."
         That stopped me for a moment as I could hear the longing in his
voice. Finally I said, "If you'd like to be part of the team you could be
the manager. I know it isn't the same as playing, but you could be part of
it."
          "Could I?" he said in a louder voice and with the sound of a
little hope in it. I turned and looked at him for the first time. He was
somewhere around five feet tall, maybe a little more and looked like he had
missed too many meals. His clothes looked like they came from the Salvation
Army's rag barrel. Under his dirty blonde hair that looked like it had been
cut with dull scissors wielded by a spastic barber were the most vivid blue
eyes I had ever seen.
         I stuck my hand out and said, "I'm Coach Sam Lofton. Stick around
until after practice and we'll talk about it."
         He took my hand and answered "My name's Corey Babcock."
         "See you after practice" I said.
         After running the team through the rest of the exercises I finally
sent them to the showers. Corey had stuck around and I led him through the
locker room and into my office which is just off it. Digging around in the
small refrigerator I dug out a can of Coke and offered it to him. While
pointing to a chair I told him to sit down and we would discuss the
manager's job. I explained that with all the budget cuts there weren't
enough coaches to do all the things and that besides the equipment to take
care of, I would expect him to help keep records of the progress of the
players, help with planning, and generally be my right hand man. I asked
him if he thought he could do it. He considered that for a moment and said
he thought so. I then asked him about himself.
         He told me he was almost 14, didn't know his father, and that his
mother had taken a waitress job at the Blue Schooner (the local titty bar)
and worked the evening shift and that with all the moving around he was
only in the seventh grade. All the time he talked he never smiled. About
that time I noticed that it was quiet in the locker room which meant that
the boys were done with their showers and had left. I got up to go pick up
their jock straps, towels and other equipment to throw it in the washer
when I got an idea.
         "Corey," I said, "We're on a tight budget and I have to wash the
equipment. I get $10.00 a week to do it. If you'd like to take over the
job, I'll give you the $10.00." I figured what the heck, he looks like he
could use the money. For the first time he smiled.
          "I'd love too," he replied. So after showing him where the soap
and washers were and how to run them he agreed to report the next day
before practice.
         After that, things seemed to settle in and Corey proved to be
intelligent and hard working. He always had the laundry done and the proper
papers on the progress of the players filled out. The next week we got into
practice and the following week had our first game. It was a close game but
we managed to win in the last quarter. The team was jubilant and I treated
them to a trip to the local drive in for milkshakes and hamburgers. I
noticed Corey wolfed his down like he was starved but figured like any kid
he was just hungry. I also noticed that he didn't seem to be friendly with
his teammates. He just kind of stayed by himself. I asked Brad Conner (our
quarterback and the team leader) if Corey was any problem and he said no,
that Corey was just real quiet.
         The following week at practice is when it happened. Now you have
to understand that I have never been into children. I like my sex partners
somewhere close to my age. There is more then just sex. You need to have
things to talk about and experiences to share. Anyhow, practice was over
and I was setting in my office making notes about things to concentrate on
the next day when I accidentally stepped on the button that turned the
camera mounted in the locker room on. It's hooked to the computer and I use
it to make sure the kids aren't doing anything they should not be doing
when I'm in the office. (They think I'm a mind reader because I mounted it
where they can't see it.) Anyhow, there was Corey picking up the jock
straps and as he did, he brought each one to his face like he was smelling
it. As I sat there wondering what was going on he found one he liked as he
held onto it and started to take his pants down. When he had his jeans and
shorts around his ankles he put the jock strap over his head on his face
and started to jerk his meat. I could see that for an almost fourteen year
old, he was pretty well endowed. All of a sudden, I don't know what came
over me. I really looked and he had the most beautiful cock I had ever
seen. It wasn't huge but it had a perfect shape. It had been several months
since I had been to San Francisco and I was pretty horny myself. All of a
sudden I fell in love with his cock. I just had to have it. I didn't even
think about the fact that it would cost me my job.
         I walked over and opened the door. Corey was so into himself that
he didn't hear me coming and with the jock strap over his face he couldn't
see me. I walked over and grabbed him by the arm and drug him into my
office closing the door behind me. When I grabbed him he started
apologizing and saying he was sorry and he started to cry. I shoved him up
against the wall and holding him there with my left hand I looked at him
again. His cock was even better looking up close. It was very big for his
age and was rapidly getting soft. I just had to have it.
         Now I'm one of those who doesn't care who is on top or bottom, I
enjoy either. I also love to suck and be sucked. It turns me on almost as
much as fucking. I knelt down in front off his rapidly softening cock while
holding him against the wall with my left hand. All this time he was
sobbing and begging me not to kick him off the team. I reached up with my
right hand and gently raised his cock. There was still a little precum on
the tip. I leaned my head forward and with my tongue licked the tip. When I
had put my hand on it his voice had dropped to about half the level that it
had been. When I licked the tip there was a gasp and he tried to jerk it
away from me. As his ass was against the wall it only moved back a
little. He started to get hard all over again. As it swelled in my hand, I
could see it was perfectly shaped with a slight upward curl and uncut. His
voice had stopped and I could hear his breathing. It was somewhat fast and
a little ragged. I carefully pulled the foreskin back and gently licked the
tip again. I felt a shiver go through him. His precum tasted wonderful. His
smell was wonderful. I took my right hand off of it and it just continued
to point at me. I didn't need to hold it up any more. I took the head in my
mouth and tongued it softly. I swear he rose off of the floor. Actually he
just stiffened his legs.
         I licked the underside and he gasped again. His breathing picked
up. I took my hand off of his chest and put both of them on his hips with
my fingers wrapped around touching his buttocks and my thumbs on the front
of his hipbones. I could feel that his muscles were tense. I knew if I
wasn't careful he would cum right away. I waited. Slowly his muscles
relaxed a little. I spoke for the first time.
         "Take it easy. We have lots of time." He relaxed a little more. I
slipped his cock into my mouth again. He tensed again so I moved my head
back and waited for him to relax. I could see it twitch every time his
heart beat. His heart must have been going about a mile a minute. When he
seemed a little more relaxed I took that beautiful cock in my mouth and
just held it and waited. Slowly his hips relaxed a little again. I couldn't
believe how good he tasted. I slowly pulled my head back so that only the
head was in my mouth and ran my tongue around the tip. He shivered and
tried to stick it further in. I pushed back on his hips and held him there
and waited. When I felt him relax a little I started to suck a little while
tonguing him. He responded by rolling his hips as if trying to stick that
beautiful cock through the back of my head. I moved my head back and let it
just stick out next to my face. By hunching down and leaning forward I let
it lay up past my nose and slowly sucked his scrotum and nuts into my
mouth. He rolled his hips so that I had a little better angle and I
responded by gently mouthing and tonguing his nut sack. He twitched and
jerked and moaned softly. I could feel his pulse from his cock which lay
against my cheek. His heart was racing. Slow down I told myself. I let his
nuts slip out of my mouth and waited. Slowly his hips rotated back to a
more normal position. I took that great tasting cock in my mouth again and
sucked on it. As I slowly sucked he began to rock back and forth while
gasping and moaning. I knew he wouldn't last much longer and neither would
I. I let it slip out of my mouth and took my hands off his hips so that I
could rearrange my cock. I was hard and I hadn't taken the time to arrange
things so they were comfortable. I jerked my pants open and just let my
cock hang out.
          Putting my hands back on his hips I said," Hold off as long as
you can. It will make it better." By now he was panting like he had run a
400 yard dash and was covered with sweat. "
         I'll try," he gasped.
          I took his cock in my mouth again and this time he put his hands
on the back of my head. As I started sucking again he started thrusting
into my mouth. We soon got in sync and I started sucking and tonguing
harder and he started shoving harder. God he tasted good.
         Corey started to moan. At each thrust his moans got higher
pitched. Then he started really pulling my head down onto his cock. I knew
he was about to erupt so I sucked and rubbed my tongue as hard as I
could. All of a sudden his ass tensed like iron, his cock seemed to get
bigger and he grunted like some of the tennis players do when they
serve. His pelvis slammed forward about breaking my nose. I could feel his
sparse pubic hair on my nose and face and then he jerked again. I couldn't
believe he could trust so hard. I could feel his cum hit the back of my
mouth. Eagerly I swallowed it. He just kept on thrusting. I couldn't
believe it. He shot five or six blasts of his sweet tasting cum into my
mouth but even when he was no longer squirting he kept on thrusting like he
was out of control. He finally started to slow down and I knew he was
done. As he slowed and stopped I kept on sucking, getting out all of his
cum I could. It tasted marvelous. Every man tastes a little different and
this was the best I had ever tasted.  It was sweet and mild.  Corey leaned
back against the wall panting, and trembling, and sweating. I could feel
his legs trembling and shaking. I put my hands on his knees and held them
straight so he wouldn't fall.
         As his breathing slowed I suddenly realized what I had done. My
God, I had molested a student. I could see the headlines. Coach convicted
of molesting minor. In my minds eye I could see my life going down the
drain. I didn't know what to do or say.
         Finally I knew I had to say something so I started out. "Corey..."
         He answered before I could go any further. "That was awesome. My
God, that was the best thing I ever felt."
          I looked up at him and he positively beamed. It was the first
full smile I had ever seen him have. His eyes were closed and he just
glowed all over.
         His voice dropped and he asked very softly, "Do you think we might
do that again sometime?" He paused and finally opened his eyes and looked
down at me. "I know I'm different. I have always liked to look at boys. If
you don't want to be around me any more I'll understand."
         I didn't know what to say.  As I gazed up into those vivid blue
eyes I could see his shoulders start to sag. "I'm sorry" he said. "I
shouldn't have told you. I've' wanted to suck your cock and have you suck
mine since you came over at practice and asked me if I wanted to be the
manager.  I just didn't know how to ask you and was afraid you would say
no.  I'll go now."
         I didn't say a word. Now I knew what to do. I reached up and
taking his arms in my hands slowly pulled him down in front of me and
kissed him. As he relaxed and leaned against my chest I put my arms around
him and whispered in his ear, "I love you Corey." As he put his arms around
me I suddenly realized that I did love him.

         To be continued...