Date: Sun, 01 Aug 2004 07:24:43 -0700 From: Fritz Jorgensen Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Four Time for the usual disclaimer. Yes, I know, you've read it before. None the less, here it is. If you're too young to be reading a story like this get your ass out of here. What are you trying to do? Get me in trouble. If you're offended by stories describing some of the activities that gay people do that are of a sexual nature, leave right now. If it's against the law to read stories like this in the area you live in, either get the law changed or leave this site. Remember, you're responsible for your actions. This story is not based on anybody. If it appears so, it is purely coincidental. Feel free to email is comments, suggestions or criticisms. I try to reply to all email but if you are going to criticize, please be specific. If you just intend to `flame' me I'll likely do the same to you. Same old email address fritz@nehalemtel.net Some of Maverick's writings can be accessed at the following. www.agaysex.com/Authors/maverick.shtml I recommend My New Older Brother and Knowing Dave. I think all of his writings are good but suggest you start there. Hope you enjoy the following. Fritz Prologue I have always enjoyed writers who developed the characters so that the reader felt that he or she could understand them. (Examples, Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind, Tom Clancy's series about Jack Ryan, writings by Jeffery Archer, Ayn Rand, Leon Uris and the like) While I have no illusions that I will be able to do as well as they do, I mention them so you will get an idea of what I would like to accomplish. Whether or not I even come close to that goal is for you to decide. The first three chapters were written as a lark. I had read a story which I considered particularly poorly written. The spelling was so bad I had a hard time figuring out what the writer was trying to say. I thought even I can do better then that. Then I got to wondering. Could I do better then that? I took a piece of paper and scratched out an outline and dashed off chapter one. It was submitted during the holiday and I wrote chapter two before chapter one was posted. Unless you have submitted some stories I doubt that you can understand my amazement when I read the reviews and started to get some very nice e-mails. Some things happened after that. I discovered the writings of Maverick. They were thoughtful and I think very well written. I added some more to the basic outline and I suppose you might say I fell in love with the story. While it has been over forty years since I as in school and did any writing, I decided that those of you who seem to be enjoying the story deserve my best effort. I approached writing this chapter with a lot more care. I hope you like the result. Unfortunately, the erotic part was already suffering so that was not part of the change. It took a lot longer to write this chapter but in my opinion it was worth it. I hope you enjoy it. If you are looking for an erotic story to arouse you for masturbation or to get you ready for your partner I suggest you look elsewhere in this site. There are some good ones here. If on the other hand you would like something a little different and have a little free time you may wish to try this. As always, I would appreciate comments, criticism and suggestions. I do answer emails. Put I love Corey in the subject line so you don't get deleted. Feel free to ask any question that comes to mind about anything in the stories. For those of you that have already e-mailed me with encouragement my many thanks. What a turn on to find out at least a few of you enjoyed it. I recognize the fact that this story will not appeal to everyone. Finally, this series of stories does have a plot, although not much of a one. It is about life and love. It's told from Coach Sam Lofton's viewpoint. Treat it like the serials they used to show at the Saturday matinee they had when I was a kid. I Love Corey, Chapter Four In the next few days things seemed to kind of settle down. It seems to me that life is so unfair. When one falls in love, the rest of the world ought to stop so you have time to get to know your lover. Alas, the world pays you no attention and life goes on. After that second day, when I made love to Corey, life seemed to gang up on me. Our next game was away so that after the bus ride it was getting late and after a quick snack I sent him home. That brought us to Friday and one of the officials of the high school games became sick and I was asked to fill in. Since they didn't want me working our game I had to drive an hour to another school in our league and the game started at seven. I had slipped Corey twenty bucks and told him to go to a restaurant. Saturday wasn't going to be any better as I had promised Vern to help with an overnight trip with the Boy Scouts. About the only time we had was at breakfast. We had agreed to talk to his mother on Saturday. I was curious about her as Corey was so polite and well mannered. He kept himself clean and while his clothes were on their last legs they were always clean. When he came to breakfast he always smelled of toothpaste. I had heard that some of the girls working at the Blue Schooner made pretty good money. I had some suspicions but reserved judgment until I had more information to go on. While eating breakfast Saturday morning, I had an idea. "Corey, have you ever been a Boy Scout?" I asked. "No, we never lived in the same area long enough." His voice had kind of a wistful quality to it. I went on. "As you know I have to help Vern today and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you came along. You'd get a chance to get to know some of the other boys better. We can ask your mom when I come over if you'd like to go." "I don't have any camping gear," he replied. "No problem, I've got plenty," I answered. He already knew that we were taking off at noon and would get back late Sunday morning. I waited while he thought for a few seconds. He smiled that shy smile of his and said, "I think I'd like that." "Well," I replied, "You had better get home now. I'll be over about nine thirty and we'll talk to your mother." As he got up to leave he put his hand in his pocket and took out some money. "Here's the change from dinner. Thank you." "Keep it" I replied. "Sometimes it's handy to have a few bucks in your pocket." His face suddenly had a grin plastered across it, the likes of which I'd never seen on his face before. So I got out enough gear in case his mother said yes and packed stuff up and when it was time walked over to their place. Corey introduced me to his mother. One look and I realized my suspicions were correct. I suppose that a few years ago she would have been considered attractive. Now she was too thin, had the telltale circles and all the other signs. Why do people choose to ruin their lives like that? After Uncle Matt had gotten me drunk that time, we had had quite a talk about drinking and drugs. Now I admit that I enjoy a cocktail now and then, once in a while I might even have two. I normally have wine with my evening meal as the proper wine compliments the food. But why would anyone not want to be able to perceive and enjoy life. When you're bombed out of your mind you can't remember what you did so how would you know if you had any fun? I enjoy life far too much too waste it. She was polite but you could tell that her mind was somewhere else. She had that spaced out look that one normally associated with someone who was high on something. After I explained about the lack of funding for the activities bus, she readily agreed to sign the slip allowing Corey to ride home with me. I gave her a copy of my insurance limits so she would know Corey was well covered while in my vehicles. When I got to the dinner part she surprised me by offering to pay for them explaining that she knew she should have made arrangements for his meals. That was settled by agreeing to have Corey mow my lawn. She thought the Scout trip was a great idea. I think she wanted to be a good mother but somewhere along the way life and drugs had gotten the better of her. Too bad. I told Corey I would pick him up at eleven thirty and went home to get the rest of the stuff. When I got home I gave Vern a call and he said the troop was always looking for new members. A local timber company has a tree farm about ten miles out of town and they had allowed the Boy Scouts to fix up a little area along one of the streams that ran through it. It was ideal as it was behind gates and close to town. The scout troop had constructed an outhouse and a small shed to eat in if it rained. I grabbed the minivan today as you can get more kids into it and away we all went. The kids were laughing and joking and complaining about the music I had on so I let them chose a station. This was a trip so that some of the scouts could work on their merit badges and there were only fifteen boys and not the whole troop. From the place where we parked our cars we had to hike about a mile to the camp area and Jim Maxwell, the parent with the third car, left us saying he would be back at ten thirty tomorrow. I grabbed my cell phone and we shouldered up our gear and away we went. The trail wasn't bad but it was steep in places and by the time we got to the camp I noticed Corey was limping. I asked him if he was all right and he said he was fine. He had a grin on his face and had been joking with the boys on the way up the trail. After we set up camp, one of the boys said we ought to take a quick swim to cool off. It can be warm in California in the fall and we had all worked up a good sweat hiking in. I suddenly realized that Corey probably didn't have a bathing suit as I had neglected to mention it so I headed for the pool in the stream, jerking clothes off and yelling the last one in is a rotten egg. Some of them hesitated for a few seconds but in the end all made a dash for the pool. Besides, I like skinny dipping. We all jumped in and there was the usual horseplay of splashing water on each other and the like. Corey waded out to waist deep and joined in but when we started swimming he stayed where he was. It dawned on me he might not know how to swim so I headed back and asked him. He told me he didn't know how to swim so I yelled at the boys and told them we had to teach Corey how to swim. It's been my experience that if you can get the kids to help on something like this, there is no teasing and they all take an interest in helping. It also seems to help their already over inflated egos, so for the next half hour Corey got a swimming lesson with the boys helping and encouraging him. He got so he could dog paddle around and we decided that was good enough for now and we had better get to work on the merit badges. Vern sent over the six boys who were working on their map reading and navigating badges and he took the eight working on their forestry badges and we got to work. Corey hung around with me and I started in on the written part buy quizzing them on how to read the contour lines and the other marks on the maps. Now most of the boys in the troop I have come in contact with through school. They're used to me and are comfortable around me. However, a couple of new kids had moved in and as they attended St. Michaels, they had not gotten to know me. Yes, we were acquainted, but that was all. They were in my group and I could see they still hadn't figured out quite how to take me. Understand, I run a pretty loose classroom and the locker room is even worse. However there are limits and the kids soon learn them. That made for a relaxed and easy going relationship. I could see that it shocked them when I told one of the boys to get his head out of his ass and pay attention. When he shot back that maybe if I wasn't so boring he would pay attention they didn't quite know how to take that. I just laughed and went on with the lesson. I've heard that discipline is pretty strict at some of the Catholic schools. Anyhow, after a while we had covered the written and moved to the practical part. That consisted of starting at a point and following a set of directions to go so many yards one direction and so many another and so on until they came to the finish line which is a rope four hundred feet long with numbers on it. If you do everything right you will come out right in the center of the rope. If your paces are to short you will come out towards one end or miss on that end and if to long towards the other end. Simple math. There were other set-ups we could have used but I liked this one because it was easy to tell where they had gone wrong. Each set of directions is different so they can't follow each other. I put them in teams and sent them off. Corey asked if he could try the course so I dug out a compass, showed him how to work it and sent him off. The rope lies on the ground so you can't see it until you are right on top of it. I'd all ready marked out where it would be the last time I was here so I hurried over to where it should be and laid it out. I walked over and sat down to await their arrival so I could judge them. On flat level ground it's pretty easy but this ground wasn't flat. There were trees, hills and bushes in the way. Going uphill shortens your stride and downhill lengthens it. On the first few tries most people miss the rope by quite a bit. The first and third team hit the rope close enough to the center to pass the test but the second team missed the end by about ten feet. I told them they would get another shot in the morning and we went over what had gone wrong. I explained that they had probably not allowed enough for the fact that their stride was a little short. Finally Corey came into view. He was limping more now and you could see his leg was hurting. He missed the rope by about twenty-five yards on the short stride end. I was impressed. The first time I had tried it I had missed by more then that. It takes a while to learn how to keep your stride the same or how much of a fudge factor to use when you can't. When the others found out he had never tried it before, they were impressed too. We were just getting the fire started when Vern and the other kids came in. After the fire was going, we fixed dinner. Dinner at a Boy Scout camp is one thing I can do without. I mean burned hot dogs, cold pork and beans, and chips are not my idea of a good dinner. Kids seem to thrive on it though. Ugh. What I really wanted was dessert with Corey. I've fallen in love with him and we can't find any time to be alone together. Bummer! We sat around the campfire discussing what we had learned that day and relaxing with Vern and I drinking coffee and the kids some Kool Aid. After it got dark and the stars and moon came out we switched to the spooky horror stories that seem to go with a campfire. I started telling one (I cribbed the plot from a sci-fi book I remembered reading in high school. Something about aliens and a book to serve mankind which turned out to be a cookbook) and while telling it I could see the two new kids whispering with Bobby Robinson (the kid I had told to get his head out of his ass) and nodding and looking at me. I had Bobby's older brother the first year I was here and then Bobby so figured he would fill them in about me. When I finished the story Vern told one about side hill gougers and after he finished, the kids headed for bed. We all crawled into our sleeping bags and as I lay there I could look up at the stars. As I lay there admiring the stars I heard the boys drift off to sleep after they did some whispering and giggling, their breathing slowing and some of them snoring. There I lay on my back and the object of my affection was in a sleeping bag a few feet from me. All I wanted to do was to go over and talk to him and hold him and make love to him. I knew I couldn't so there I lay with a big hard-on. I was toying with the idea of sneaking off and relieving myself when I thought I heard something. Listening real hard I soon figured out what is was. You could hear the rhythmic sound of a sleeping bag moving against a ground cloth. One of them was jacking off. Normally I would not have thought a thing of it. After all, it is something most people do even if they won't admit it. While I consider masturbation only slightly better then nothing, there is a big difference between slightly better then nothing and nothing. The sound just made me harder. By listening carefully I finally figured out it was Len Warner, one of the new kids and the oldest of them. He looked to be about thirteen going on fourteen. I figured if I got up it would embarrass him so I just laid there in agony. Finally I couldn't stand it. I decided if he could jack off, so could I. So I started to beat my meat. He had a big head start so he finished first. I could hear him softly gasp and the rhythm change. By now I didn't give a damn and just kept on. When I finished it was like I thought, slightly better then nothing but I felt better. After a while I decided to take a leak. There hadn't been a sound for a few minutes. I slipped on some shoes and headed for the outhouse. As I walked towards it I heard someone get up and follow me. Christ, what now. A bunch of thoughts went through my mind. Was he gay? Was he going to try to embarrass me? Did he just have to take a leak like me? I wondered what I'd have to handle now. When I came out of the outhouse, he was just standing there. "Need to take a leak?" I asked softly. "Uhh,,,, Uhh,,,, could,,, I ask,,, a question?" "Sure Len, I might not answer it but go ahead," I replied. He stammered and started over and over and couldn't seem to get it out. I gave up and interrupted with, "Len, I'll tell you just what I tell the kids in my classes. I tell them to ask anything they want to. I promise that if they want it kept confidential I will keep it that way. That I won't make fun of them or use it in any way against them. That I will not bull shit them. If I don't know the answer I'll say so. While there are some things of a personal nature that I will not answer, I'll just tell them I choose not to answer. I know you don't know me very well but the kids that do seem to like those terms so go ahead and don't worry that it might embarrass either me or you." He took a deep breath and finally got it out. "Were you jerking off?" I replied, "While that is of a personal nature that I normally wouldn't answer, you seem to be a bright boy and you know damn well I was. In fact it was you that brought it on. I was thinking of my girl friend and when you started masturbating the thought of her and the sounds you made got me so hot I just had to relieve myself. Does that answer you?" He let out a deep breath and I could tell the way he did it that he was more relaxed. As he didn't seem ready to go, I just stood there in my cum soaked shorts waiting. "My friend said you were real nice and easy to talk to," he finally said. "Do you want to talk?" "Could we,,, uhh,,,,,,,,,,,,, talk?" I was getting more apprehensive by the minute. I had no idea what was on his mind and in the moonlight I couldn't see enough of his face to make any guesses. Clearly he had something he wanted to talk about and God only knew what it was. All I could hope was that it would be something that I could handle without hurting his feelings or getting myself in trouble. "Let's go sit on the bench over there and we'll see if I can accommodate you." So we went over and sat down. I heard him take a breath like he was going to start and, after a pause, he let it out. Another inhale, another pause, another exhale. Clearly he was trying to work up enough courage but for what. If he thought he could blackmail me over the masturbation I had news for him. That wouldn't work. I tried to remember if there was anything I had said or done which might indicate that Corey and I were anything more then teacher and student and came up blank. Finally I couldn't stand it. "Len, it's not going to get any easier by waiting. What ever it is I will try to answer it. I won't laugh at you. Since you approached me when all the others were sleeping I assume you want to keep it confidential. I give you my word that I will not reveal this conversation to anyone unless you tell me to. Spit it out and maybe we can solve it." Another big inhale and finally out came a rush of words. "I try not to jack off very often but sometimes I just have too. Maybe you know what I mean. I just get so horny. I know it's a sin but I can't help it. Does jacking off cause pimples?" I coughed. It was either that or burst out laughing. I muttered something about the damn smoke from the campfire as we were on the downwind side of it. It wasn't very heavy but there was enough that I thought I could get away with using it as an excuse. "Well Len," I said when I'd gotten control of myself, "There is more then one question there and so I'll start on the last one first. No, it does not cause pimples. That old wives tale was around when my grandfather was young, maybe longer. Pimples are caused by changes in the body as it matures. Your glands secrete too much oil because your hormones are changing and aren't balanced yet and you end up getting pimples. You don't have to worry that people will think you have been masturbating if you get pimples. You're going to get pimples even if you don't masturbate. Some guys may kid you about that but don't worry, it isn't true. They're just trying to get your goat. When your body gets used to your new level of maturity the pimples will go away. Secondly, I know what you mean. Sometimes one just has to relieve ones self. It's a fact of life. Surveys say that something over ninety percent of the population admit to masturbating sometime in their life. I suspect the number is even higher as some people just can't bring themselves to tell the truth. As for the sin part, I personally don't believe it's a sin. I will say that if it truly is a sin, then all your friends will be in hell along with you and me and I am not sure I would like to be in heaven if the only ones who could get in were those who had never masturbated." "Bobby was right" he said and I could hear the relief in his voice. "You are easy to talk to." "I'm glad you think so Len. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?" "No Mr. Lofton, that's all." "Call me Sam, after all we shared jacking off," I laughed, "and if you ever need to ask any questions see me at a Scout meeting or call me on the phone. My number's listed." He stood up to leave and then turned to me. "I won't tell anyone" he said. "I didn't think you would Len. Some experiences between two people are not meant to be shared with others. Good night." I went back to my sleeping bag, got out a clean pair of shorts, cleaned up and went to bed. I felt pretty good. Perhaps I had helped a young man on the road to manhood. After all, I am a teacher.