Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2004 04:37:17 -0800
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Thirty-eight

	Just when you thought life couldn't get worse, here I show up with
another of those most wretched of things, the vile warning and disclaimer.
I'm sorry, that's just the way it is.
	To start with, all you youngsters leave.  Yes, you.  What are doing
here anyway?  I heard that giggling and snickering.  If I could hear it,
what about the other adults?  You'll get in trouble if you stay and read
the story.  In fact, in some minds that would be considered child abuse.
It is not my intention to abuse you but, if you persist in reading this, I
won't be responsible for the results.  You'll just have to suffer the fate
of reading a bad story.  If that's child abuse, so be it.
	If the thoughts or written descriptions of male sex acts offend
you, leave now before you get to such descriptions.  You'd better stop
thinking also.  This story does contain such descriptions and is bound to
offend those for whom this paragraph is written.
	Now that most of you are gone, we'll get down to the rest.  If you
are one of those poor unfortunate persons who happens to live in an area
that prohibits the reading of stories like this, I pity you.
None-the-less, you need to leave quickly before the thought police catch
you.  They take great pride in forcing their narrow minded ideals on
everyone.  Don't let them catch you and try to reform you.  Of course,
moving to a more enlightened area would be your best choice.  I would pose
a question.  Why, in a country that advocates freedom of speech, do we have
so many individuals who take it upon themselves to try so hard to repress
such speech?
	My fumbling fingers wrote this story and as such it is mine.
Therefore, please don't post it on another site without my permission.  If
you think you've discovered something worth quoting from it, please
attribute such quotes to me.  Then look out for those people in white
coats.  They'll grab you for sure.
	Ernie has once again used his red pencil to work his magic.  If he
ever bills me for those pencils I'll have to file for bankruptcy.  I know
they're cheap but the sheer numbers add up.
	Lastly, feel free to write and complain about the story.  Everyone
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		I Love Corey, Chapter Thirty-eight

	The groaning and whining that I encountered when I rousted the boys
was almost beyond my ability to tolerate.  If I'd been a little more alert
I'd have turned them upside down and drove their pointy little heads into
the ground.  As it was, I was not awake enough to do more than glare at
them as they destroyed a box or so of cold cereal.  I managed to ingest
enough coffee to make it to Judy's house.
	God save me.  Judy was one of those people who are wide awake in
the morning.  Why did the Lord see fit to make them?  I was still trying to
get my mind going enough to even understand what I was doing up at this
hour when she talked me into driving the Gator.  She pleaded something
about needing to get the paperwork finished.  With that she hopped briskly
into the passenger's seat and opened her briefcase.  I finally got my
seatbelt fastened again and we left.  As I drove I kept hearing her mutter
about the state and its lack of planning.  There were comments about all
the overtime they were paying because they were too disorganized to
schedule things properly.  Fortunately, most didn't require an answer.  I
stopped at an espresso shop and grabbed some caffeine to go.  By the time I
finished it I was almost alert.
	When I asked her what to expect she just laughed and told me to
tell them what I thought.  Somehow that didn't seem like very good advice.
	It turned out to be excellent advice.  The morning was filled with
people interviewing me and asking questions.  They were definitely looking
for certain answers and would keep coming back to the question until I gave
the right one.  The whole thing would have gone a lot faster if they'd just
given me the answer sheet.  They'd smile brightly when I gave the proper
answer and frown and keep asking when I didn't.  They all asked about the
same thing and by the time I got to about the third one I breezed through.
However, that didn't stop them.  They kept asking the same old questions
that slowly changed as they kept repeating them in slightly different
words.  There were three more people I had to work my way through that
asked about the same questions and wanted about the same answers.  What a
waste of time.
	The afternoon was much better.  There were ten of us, well actually
there were nine couples and me, and they showed short acts on a television
and we then discussed how to handle the problems they had depicted.  None
of them required more than a modest amount of intelligence but the
discussions did bring out things that one might not think of.  For the most
part I seemed to be in agreement with seven of the couples but there were
some places where I thought the other two couples had rocks in their heads.
If it had been left to me I wouldn't have allowed them near anyone younger
than about one hundred and twenty.  I figured if someone had lasted that
long, they couldn't be contaminated by such idiots.
	The third phase started at about what should have been dinner time.
It consisted of the whole group of social workers interviewing the couples,
or in my case me, one at a time.  Since Judy and I had traveled together, I
was the last one.  Each couple spent about fifteen minutes being
interviewed and there was anywhere from a ten to fifteen minute wait before
the next one was asked in.  It was nine-forty when they finally got to me.
I guess all of us were tired and hungry because the interview only lasted
five minutes and they didn't spend very long afterwards.  Each of the
couples had been allowed to leave as soon as their interview was done so
when they finished with me, I was all alone while waiting for Judy.
	She came out with a bunch of papers in her hand which she quickly
stuffed in her briefcase.  We left and she suggested finding a place to
eat.  The first one we came to was a Denny's and while it wouldn't have
been my first choice, I was starved.  Lunch had only been a sandwich and
some coffee.  I hadn't been up to any breakfast because it was too early so
I was ready to eat anything.  I ordered the T-bone and shrimp and so did
Judy.  As we ate I commented on the two couples I had doubts about.  She
chuckled and said they'd been turned down.  Her next comment surprised me.
She said I was number one in that class.  I wanted to ask why they had come
to that conclusion but decided against it.  Considering the fact that I
wasn't impressed with the process, I wasn't sure I really wanted to know.
	It was almost eleven when we finally headed for home.  I settled
back and was really enjoying the Gator.  It was a lot bigger than anything
I was used to but it rode nice and the visibility was good.  The seats were
comfortable and it was nice and quiet.  We'd been under way for about
fifteen minutes when she turned to me and asked what I thought of the day.
	I sort of stammered for a while before I managed to say I thought
the morning had been somewhat of a waste, what with the questions being
similar each time and the fact they were looking for specific answers with
somewhat broad questions.  She started to giggle.
	"The questions were intended to be that way.  What you were being
evaluated on was if you really examined the problem and if your answer
changed to reflect the changes in the questions.  It normally takes three
days to get through all of that type of evaluation but we've compressed it
by doing it that way.  It doesn't take long to figure out who's listening
and really thinking about it and who is just mouthing an answer they found
somewhere in a book even if it doesn't really match the question."
	That stopped me.  Maybe these people were smarter than I'd thought.
Thinking back, each of the questions had added a little more information to
make a decision on.  Each bit of information put a different slant on the
problem being discussed.  Suddenly it looked like it was really a very well
thought out series of questions.  The whole thing made a lot more sense.
	As we continued on home I learned the reason I was the highest
ranked was because I sometimes answered with a lot of caveats.  The fact
that I wasn't willing to make rash decisions had been in my favor.  She
complimented me on those caveats, saying that the people who had evaluated
me thought that they showed a good understanding of young people.  I
snickered at that.  If I didn't understand young people by now I was in the
wrong profession.  Besides, it wasn't that long ago that I was young and I
could still remember some of the things I'd tried to put over on my folks.
Needless to say, I hadn't been very successful.  Most of the things I saw
the kids trying today, I'd already tried and failed.
	It wasn't much longer until Judy dozed off.  That's the price of
being a morning person.  When the sun goes down, so does their energy
level.  On the other hand, now that I'd had something to eat I felt fine.
I picked out some soft music and just kept driving.  The Gator had a good
sound system and the CDs sounded great.
	Judy acted about like I had this morning when we reached her house.
She fumbled around, trying to find the seatbelt button, and not making much
sense when she said something.  I got her in her house and discovered Art,
dozing in his chair.  Not a boy was in sight.  Some rerun of a ball game
was on ESPN and the sound was turned low.
	When he woke up enough to figure out what was happening, he pointed
down the hall.  Judy was now almost awake and led me to their spare
bedroom.  There was a mass jumble of boy arms and legs in a tangle in the
bed.  She looked over the pile and suggested that I pick them up in the
morning.  Since I was pretty sure I'd have to carry them to the Gator and
then into the house, I agreed.  I went home and went to bed.
	I couldn't go to sleep.  Corey wasn't by my side and it just didn't
seem right.  I finally got back out of bed and poured myself a stiff drink.
Eventually I dozed off.
	The phone woke me.  I managed to answer it and Corey told me they
were ready to come home.  I mumbled something about I'd be over shortly and
I could hear him giggling as he hung up.  He was a morning person, maybe I
ought to just leave him with Judy.  They could bother each other in the
mornings.  JJ and LT were more like me.  They didn't get going very early
in the morning.
	I managed to get myself cleaned up and over to Judy's.  Art and
Judy were fixing breakfast.  I was handed a glass of juice and told to sit
down.  I made it through a couple of the mix hotcakes and gave up.  I
wasn't big on breakfast anyway and the mix wasn't all that good.  Even the
boys didn't seem to be their usual bottomless pits.  We visited a little
and I told the boys we had to leave and get ready for church.  We all
thanked the Smellings and left.
	On the way home I got an earful about Hamburger Helper.  Even JJ
wasn't too happy with what he'd been fed.  The other two really bitched.  I
had to snicker to myself.  It hadn't taken long for them to learn the
difference in food.  I pointed out that Judy worked long hours and Art
probably didn't do all that much cooking.  They listened but headed for the
fridge when the door opened.  We managed to make it to church on time but
it was close.
	The boys were improving but still had a way to go.  We'd managed to
make it to the gun club a few minutes earlier than normal and so we had
lots of time to work on their lessons.  Corey managed to hit twenty on one
of his rounds and was thrilled.  JJ and LT were getting better but still
had a way to go before they were as good as he was.  I even let them try
some of the fun shoots after their practice.  They got shot out quickly but
it was a good lesson for them.  Moving back to the twenty-seven yard line
makes a big difference when you're just learning.  I'd have to get them
back there on our next practice and let them find out that they had to lead
the targets further.  None-the-less, we all had a good time.  If JJ and LT
kept improving and wanted to continue, I'd have to get them their own guns.
LT wasn't really big enough yet to use my guns all that well and the gun
club one that JJ used was never quite right.  While the stock was
adjustable, it didn't balance that well and that made it somewhat awkward
to shoot.  A few more lessons and we'd have to go shopping.
	Bob was coming over so we needed something to fix for dinner.
Well, actually we needed something for ourselves but you know what I mean.
We needed something a little more appealing, not just something the boys
wanted to fill up on.
	Downie's was having a special on chicken thighs.  I looked at them
and decided on Chicken Cacciatore.  We'd go all Italian and add garlic
bread, and an Italian style antipasto salad.  Spumoni ice cream would
finish the dinner.
	I set the boys to work preparing dinner.  We got some eggs boiled
for the salad and then started on the dinner.  LT got to brown the chicken
thighs, and Corey and JJ made the sauce.  They were busy chopping onions,
olives, mushrooms, celery, and sun dried tomatoes.  They bitched a little
over peeling the garlic, but not much.  In fact, they seemed more willing
to cook than normal.  I wonder if they were really that hungry.  We added
the tomatoes and tomato sauce and some wine after the vegetables were
wilted.  They questioned me when I just measured the spices in my hand but
seemed to accept that we could adjust it later.
	They managed so sneak more than a few bites of the salami as they
were cutting it up for the salad and they also got some of the cheese.  At
least they left enough for the salad.  By the time we got it all put
together it was only about half greens but it looked good.  It was loaded
with salami, cheese, mushrooms, and olives.  We'd slice the eggs and add
the cherry tomatoes last.
	We tasted the sauce and added a little salt and a couple of
tablespoons of sugar and poured it over the browned thighs and put it in
the oven.  About then, Bob showed up.  All that was left to do was fix the
garlic bread and cook the pasta.  Things were coming along nicely.
	Bob and I had a cocktail and the boys drank a soda while the water
was coming to a boil.  It was time to get the show on the road.
	The boys finished the salad and put it on the table while I put the
pasta in the kettle.  When it was done, I spooned some of the extra sauce
over it and tossed it.  We finished our salads and I started putting the
dinner together.  A bed of the pasta with a couple of the chicken thighs
and lots of sauce was the starting point.  The garlic bread was now toasted
and put on a platter and served.  There was a bowl of Parmesan cheese to
sprinkle over the top.
	Bob and I did pretty well but the havoc the boys wreaked upon the
dinner was simply amazing.  Of the twenty thighs, only four were left.  Bob
and I only managed to dispose of four between us so that meant the boys
accounted for the disappearance of the other twelve that were gone.  How
they found room for the ice cream I have no idea.  I did notice they didn't
ask for seconds on the ice cream.  Bob and I didn't even have firsts.
	The boys weren't very fast with picking the dishes up.  In fact it
took a while before they began to act normally.  I think they overate.  Bob
and I chuckled over that while we drank some coffee.  In about twenty
minutes they were back up to speed.  I still couldn't believe they ate that
much.  Anyhow, Bob and Corey headed for his room for his lesson.  LT made
it to the organ and put the headphones on and started practicing.  That
left JJ and me in the living room with nothing to do but talk.
	You know, it's funny.  You can accept something is wrong in your
mind but it doesn't really affect how you feel deep inside.  I started in
trying to convince him he was just as good as anyone else.  He could accept
that in his mind but not in his heart.  The religious training he'd had
wouldn't allow that.  I got my laptop and logged in and started running
down sites that pointed out some of the fallacies about the Bible and
homosexuality.  After a while LT joined us.  Then Bob and Corey finished
his lesson and they entered into the discussion.  No matter what we came up
with, he still didn't seem to believe it.  The rejection of his family and
the teachings of Rev. Langston were too strong.  After a couple of hours of
trying, I finally sat back and thought about it.  We weren't making any
progress and I was at a loss as to what to do next.  Unless I could come up
with something that would help, I was going to have to arrange for
counseling.  I hoped Judy knew of someone that would be good at working
with young people, especially young gay people.
	It was too late to call her so we finally let the subject drop for
the evening.  LT and Corey both seemed to get something out of the
discussion but JJ was another matter.  He just wasn't willing to accept
himself as he was.  He was sure he was gay but hated that fact.  After all,
his parents had, in effect, disowned him and abandoned him when the truth
about his sexuality came out.  In his mind that made him a bad person.  He
seemed to feel that if his parents couldn't love him, no one else could.
He just couldn't get over hating his sexuality and feeling that it was the
defining thing is his life.  I knew that needed to be addressed and, if it
continued, it would cause all sorts of problems for him.
	Bob finally left and it was time for bed.  I was tired from only
having a little over four hours sleep so I wasn't willing to let the
regular bedtime slide.  There were only minor protests from the boys so I
figured that they hadn't slept that well last night either.
	When I had LT and JJ tucked in I crawled into bed with Corey.  I
scooted right over next to him and he assumed his usual position.  His left
shoulder was buried in my armpit and his head on my chest.  I couldn't
believe he was comfortable but he must have been because he almost always
was in that position when he went to sleep.  It wasn't long before his
breathing slowed and steadied.  I gave the back of his head a kiss and
joined him in dreamland.  It had been a busy weekend.
	This would be one of those weeks when I wasn't sure why we had
school.  Two and a half days didn't really seem worth it.  The two days
were bad enough but that half day on Wednesday was a real joke.  It would
be a little better than the half day before Christmas but not much.  There
wasn't anything of interest at the morning meeting and I might as well have
been talking to some rocks when I tried to get my students to listen.
Their minds were on what they were going to do over the holiday.  I was
even ignored at noon when I was in my little office available for
counseling.  By the time the day was over I figured it had been a total
waste.
	When we got home the boys didn't really want to jog with me.
Instead I had to dig a basketball out and they were busily shooting hoops
in the driveway when I left.  Each lap of my route took me past the house
so I could check on them.  About the second one and Fred was there and soon
the four were joined by Larry Gillium and Billy Mason, a couple of tenth
graders who lived about a block away.  By the time I finished my jog they
were having a spirited game of three on three.  They wanted me to join them
but I begged off and cleaned up.  A quick shower and when I checked, they
were still playing.  I took some sodas and when I opened the door and waved
the sodas at them, they decided it was time for a break.  I left them and
did my grading after which I started dinner.
	About six I went out to call the boys to dinner.  I could hear them
laughing and giggling as they played and when I stuck my head around the
corner of the garage, they were going at it hot and heavy.  LT sunk a long
shot and as they switched around I yelled at the boys.  They said their
goodbyes and headed for the shower.  Fred crossed the street and headed for
home and Larry and Billy turned and headed down the street.  The only thing
was that their shoulders were slumped and they looked glum.  I knew Billy's
father had died four years ago but I wasn't sure what had happened to
Larry's father, just that he wasn't around anymore.  The way they shuffled
off I suddenly wondered if I ought to look into the situation a little.
	The boys seemed happy to inhale mass quantities of food and soon
they were putting the dishes in the dishwasher.  They headed off to do
their homework and I picked up the phone.  I decided to call Mike and see
what he knew.  He was pretty observant and might know something.  He didn't
know much except that both Billy's and Larry's mothers worked late.  A few
more calls produced nothing more in way of information.  I'd just have to
check around some more.
	Soon it was shower and bed time.  By now JJ and LT expected me to
check on them and ask if everything was all right.  They even raised up for
their hug and good night kiss on the forehead.  It sure doesn't take long
to establish a routine.
	Corey seemed playful tonight.  He was grinning when I climbed into
bed.  That immediately produced some giggling, groping, and kissing.  We
chased each other around the bed for a while, giggling and groping.
Somehow I ended up between his legs when he had his head against the
headboard.  I quickly grabbed his legs and lifted them up.  I then
proceeded to act like I was really examining him.
	"Whatcha doing?" he giggled.
	"Checking for fartleberries," I giggled back.
	"Oh my God, what are fartleberries?"  By now he was laughing so
hard it was difficult to understand him.
	"Ahhhh mien young friend, zee fartleberry is zee excrement zat
clings to zee hairs around zee anus," I replied in my best fake Germen
professor voice.
	That was too much for both of us.  By now I was laughing so hard
that he had no trouble escaping from me.  The next thing I knew he had me
pinned and was tickling me.  I didn't even try to escape.  I just wrapped
my arms around him and pulled him to me.  We shared a few kisses between
giggles and suddenly the giggles were gone.  We were too busy kissing to
waste time on something like that.
	As I ran my hands over his back and butt, the kisses became more
intense.  We started grinding against each other.  I managed to entice his
tongue into my mouth where I could suck on it and enjoy the taste of it.
	It was obvious that we were really enjoying this.  I could feel him
squirming and rubbing against me as we kissed.  It felt so good.  His body
was alive and warm.  I managed to get my cock between his legs and when I
spread mine, he just put his together, trapping my cock between them.  We
took turns sucking on each other's tongue.  The more we did that, the more
grinding and thrusting we did.
	By now we'd worked up a sweat.  When you added in the precum we
were both producing, it made us slide together just right.  There was
enough friction to produce stimulation but not so much as to be painful.
Every time he humped against me he clinched his legs together causing it to
almost feel like I was having intercourse with someone.
	When we broke our kisses to catch our breath, we'd rub noses.  A
few quick rubs and it was right back to kissing and tongue sucking.  As we
continued to do that my hands worked down his back to his buttocks.  I
started kneading them.  He seemed to like that better than the back rub.
Well, at least I thought he liked it.  I mean the rubbing and humping
picked up and was accompanied by some muffled groans.  When we broke to rub
noses, we were both panting.  Every time my fingers would start to explore
his crack where my cock was trapped, his buttock would flex and pinch
together.  That was accompanied by stronger and stronger thrusts against
me.  I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my lower abdomen.  It
seemed to get harder and harder as his thrusts became more vigorous.
	I wished we could stay like this forever.  I loved the feel of his
hot body against me.  His muscles were firm and his skin was smooth.  I
loved the taste of his tongue.  What more could I ask for?  It just felt so
good to be doing something like this.  Of course I wouldn't turn down any
form of making love to Corey.  No matter what we did, it was my favorite at
the time we were doing it.  Any form of making love to Corey beat all forms
of making love to anyone else, at least I'd never found anyone else that I
enjoyed loving as much as Corey.  He just seemed so perfect to me.  He was
cute, almost boarding on beautiful in a masculine sort of way.  As more and
more of his personality emerged, I found I liked that even better than his
body.  He was thoughtful and caring but could be playful.  His grades kept
picking up so it was apparent that he was smart enough and the poor
academic record had been caused by a substandard home life.  As far as I
was concerned, he was not only the perfect son I didn't have, he was also a
perfect lover.  We just seemed to fit together.  My only complaint was that
he was a morning person.  He was bright and cheerful when he woke up and it
always took me a while to get going.  He was considerate though, as he
didn't bother me until I'd had a cup of coffee and gotten myself somewhat
started for the morning.  In some strange way we each seemed to know how
the other felt and what we needed to do to help each other.  When I was
tense and nervous he'd find a way to calm me down.  When he was depressed I
usually managed to cheer him up.
	Our bodies were taking over and thrusting against each other
harder.  I could feel that I was approaching climax and from his panting
and grunts I was sure he was also.  Then it started.  He became rigid in my
arms.  I could feel him strain against me and that was all it took to push
me over the edge.  We pushed against each other until it was over.  Then he
just collapsed on top of me.  Suddenly it was like he had no bones.  He was
just limp as he lay there panting.
	I managed to get my arms across his back and interlocked my
fingers.  I just joined him in relaxing.  I had him clasped against me and
it took no effort to hold him there.
	His breathing finally slowed.  I was just enjoying holding him and
didn't do or say anything for a while.  When I finally got around to
telling him how great things were, he was asleep.  Oh well, I could tell
him in the morning.  We might be stuck together but who cared.  A shower
and clean sheets would take care of the evidence.  I just closed my eyes
and joined him in sleep.

	To be continued...

Fartleberries, noun, excrement clinging to hairs around the anus, sometimes
called dilberries and other terms.  It was the word of the week on Tuesday,
May 15, 2001 on the University of Oregon's linguistics site.  Check it and
other words at http://logos.uoregon.edu/WoWArchive01.html