Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005 22:28:26 -0800
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Forty-two

	I can't believe it.  Here it is, time for another of those nasty
warnings and disclaimers.  It seems like every time I turn around there is
another one of those pesky things that needs to be written.  Well, if I
must, I must.
	Those of you who are fortunate enough not to have reached the age
of majority, leave.  You should be out experiencing the joys of sin rather
than reading about it.  I know, sin is a religious term but that's the way
I was raised and I still think that way.  Maybe you'd like it better if I
used the term, "Joys of the Flesh."  Whatever, get out there and experience
it rather than read about it.  Trust me, its lots more fun.
	That gets us down to those who are offended by sex acts between
males.  Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.  You might be surprised.
In the meantime, leave if such descriptions still offend you.  Come back
after you've tried it.  Bet you have a whole different outlook on things.
	Moving along, we're now down to those of you who are unfortunate
enough to live in an area where such pleasures are against the law.  I'm
really sorry for you.  All I can do is offer the advice to sneak out of
town when you decide to partake of such pleasures.  Make sure you go far
enough away that no one will catch you and then have your fun.  Maybe you
will then find you're no longer are willing to live under such ridiculous
laws and move to a more enlightened area.
	This whole story is a product of my somewhat twisted and feeble
mind.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is an accident and was not
intended.
	Since I wrote this story, that makes it mine.  Therefore, please do
me the courtesy of allowing me to set the terms controlling the use of it.
Those rules are really pretty simple.  Don't post it on another site
without requesting and receiving my permission.  If quoting from it, please
do me the favor of attributing such quotes to me.  That's about it.  Oh,
you have my permission to read, and I hope enjoy the story.
	Once again, my sincere thanks go to a very kind person named Ernie
who edits this story.  He improves it to where you should be able to enjoy
it more.  He deserves your thanks along with mine.
	Finally, if you find something in the story that you feel you want
to comment on, feel free to do so.  You may also ask questions, offer
suggestions, or complain.  Send all such communications to
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meantime, I hope you enjoy the following chapter.  Fritz
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		I Love Corey, Chapter Forty-two

	When we were sexually sated, at least for the present, we took a
quick shower and dressed.  It was now time for a big breakfast.  Somewhere
along the way I'd worked up one hell of an appetite.  I could hear Corey's
stomach growling so I figured he was in about the same condition.
	As I walked into the kitchen, LT was rummaging around in the
refrigerator.  When he turned around he grinned and told me.
	"Looks like someone got lucky this morning."
	The sinister grin on his face was almost as bad as his comment.  I
blushed at least seven different shades of red.  My mind was in overdrive
trying to think of what to say.
	"What's the matter, jealous?"  It wasn't much of a reply but it did
manage to make him blush along with me.  In fact, JJ was the only one who
was not red in the face.  I could see him processing what had been said and
I knew he would soon join us in the red-faced department.  He was still
half asleep and wasn't really thinking yet.  Corey had started blushing
when I did.  When I asked LT if I needed to explain the facts of life to
his boyfriend, that finished it up.  JJ's eyes snapped open indicating he
now understood what we were talking about and all of us were now red faced.
	While the comment had surprised me, it also thrilled me.  I was so
happy that LT felt comfortable enough to make comments like that and try to
tease me.  It showed a real level of comfort with his situation.  Just a
few weeks ago he would never have said anything like that.  I walked on
over to the refrigerator and gave him a swat on the butt while asking if
he'd found anything that looked good for breakfast.  By now we were all
giggling.
	"Well, I found these really great looking sausages," he managed to
say in a sexy, seductive voice.
	"Oh, where was that?  In bed this morning?"
	When he answered yes, I thought JJ was going to sink through the
floor.  By now I was laughing way too hard to even begin to think about
breakfast.  When I finally calmed down I got out some rather ordinary
looking link sausages and started breakfast.
	"Bet what you found looks better than these," I told him while
holding several of the sausages up.
	JJ got even redder and the rest of us just about peed our pants we
were laughing so hard.  When he saw he wasn't going to win, even JJ started
laughing.  I won't even try to talk about the rest of the breakfast
conversation.  Suffice it to say that JJ finally quit blushing.  I think
his blush mechanism got tired.
	We got the housework started and threw some dirty clothes in the
washer.  St. Luke's had suffered some damage so Fr. George had sent word
that today would be a day of personal prayer.  Since it was again raining,
he didn't think we needed to sit in the rain.  He'd told us the roof should
be repaired sometime towards the end of next week.
	I was just enjoying myself, doing housework and thinking how great
it was that JJ and LT were finally feeling like they fit in.  They had been
so nervous and distant at the beginning that I wasn't sure they would make
it.  Now they seemed to be loosening up.  Maybe it just took them a while
to start to feel comfortable around me.  Of course there was the fact that
their whole lives had been uprooted.  Whatever, we seemed to be getting
past that stage.  They were all pretty cheerful and we kept trading
wisecracks as we worked on our various tasks.
	Next week would be the last week of school before the break.
Christmas fell on Wednesday and although there had been talk last year
about having school on the first part of Christmas week to keep the kids
out of their parents' hair, the school board had decided to have Friday be
the last day of classes.  From my standpoint that was great.  Bruno and
Sara would be flying in early Saturday morning and Uncle Matt and Sandy
would drive down on Sunday morning.  I would have time to entertain them
during the first part of the week.
	I was just sort of spaced out, sorting clothes out of the dryer and
thinking how well things were going, when LT brought down another load of
clothes.  He put his arm around me and hugged me, telling me he was sure
happy that I had been able to help him and give him a place to live.
Somehow that just put everything in perspective.  I was already happy and
the thought that he appreciated the help I had tried to give him was too
much.  I just grabbed him and gave him a big hug.  I followed it with a
kiss to his forehead, and then a friendly swat on the butt.
	"That's enough trying to butter me up.  Get your ass in gear and
get back to work."  He giggled and went back upstairs.
	I started sorting things out for the washer.  Cummy socks.  I
really needed to finish "The Talk".  They had been so nervous and
embarrassed in my previous efforts that I'd never gotten very far.  Maybe
after lunch we could try again.  I started wondering how to bring it up and
what I ought to say.  I mean I wasn't supposed to have to give this kind of
talk until I was older, much older.  In my preceding efforts they had not
only tried to change the subject, they had been so embarrassed they
wouldn't say anything when I did get back on subject.  Perhaps the morning
had gotten them past that point.
	The housework was going along nicely when the phone rang.  Ellen
Downie told me she hated to call but could I please bring the boys and work
for a while.  The store was still mobbed with customers.  I asked if she
wanted Larry and Billy and she told me she didn't care how many I brought,
the more the better.  I called Larry and asked him and he was thrilled.
When I said I was going to call Billy, he told me not to bother. Billy was
with him and they would be ready whenever I got there.  That made me wonder
about them.  I knew they were friends but they seemed unusually close.
	I was disappointed that I wouldn't get a chance to finish "The
Talk" but I yelled at the boys and we picked Larry and Billy up and headed
for Downie's.
	I could not believe it.  The store was just as busy as last week.
There were customers everywhere and long lines at the check-out stands.
Larry and Billy started checking people out and Corey and JJ were helping
bag and carry groceries out.  I did a quick walk through the store and
started getting things out of the storeroom and putting them on the
shelves.  The shelves had been pretty well stocked so it didn't take long
to fill the few vacancies and about that time Carl grabbed me and I was
soon busy trying to learn to cut meat.  I'm not sure if I was much help but
it kept me busy.  I wasn't bad at putting the hamburger in the package
thingies and running those packages through the pricing machine.  I even
did pretty well at packaging the other meats but the cutting part was sort
of a joke.  As we worked, Carl told me he was stunned.  His business had
more than doubled during the last week.  I told him that maybe people had
finally figured out that his prices were about the same on everything
except produce and meat and the reason his prices were higher on those
items was because the quality was higher.  We talked about what he would do
next week.  He wondered if we could stop in after school and help a little
until he could get some more employees hired.  That sounded like something
we could handle so I agreed.  Thursday night was out because of the school
holiday program but the other nights were fine and we could even work that
night if it was an emergency.  He said he hoped to have more help by then.
I mentioned that Larry and Billy would probably like after-school jobs and
he agreed to talk to them.  They wouldn't be able to work many hours due to
their ages but he thought it was an excellent idea.  They could only work
three hours a day on school days and not more than eighteen hours a week
while school was in session
	Things started to calm down and Carl went to talk to Billy and
Larry.  I made another trip through the aisles and noticed a few items that
needed some more stock.  I was finishing that when a bunch more customers
showed up.  When I went past the check out counters I noticed that Corey
and JJ were now checking and Larry and Billy were bagging.  I suddenly
wondered what had happened to LT but found him in the produce section with
Ellen.  They had crates of produce on a cart and they were busy putting it
in the coolers.  She was showing him how to display it to the best
advantage and was teaching him how to check for spoilage.  I went back to
the meat department and started helping there again.
	I was curious.  There were a couple of his regular employees who
were missing.  I finally just asked about them.  I learned that one of them
had been one of the persons killed by the storm and another was not willing
to continuing working when he let LT and JJ help.  His comment about
homophobes let me know that he was very angry at the young lady who had
quit.
	I asked him if he thought she would make any trouble over the boys
working.
	"Don't think so.  I was just about to tie the can on her for
dipping into the till.  She threatened me and I told her to go ahead, I'd
just turn all the information over to the police and file a complaint
against her," he chuckled.  "She wasn't very good help anyway."
              Another employee that was missing was trying to get her home
repaired enough to live in.  Hopefully she would be back sometime next
week.  I hadn't noticed her because she always worked the morning shift
during the week and I never seemed to get there at those hours.
	We continued to visit while Carl cut things like steaks and roasts
and I mostly put them in those container thingies and ran them through the
wrapping and then the pricing machines.  As soon as we got some packaged
up, I would take them and put them in the displays while Carl continued to
cut meat.  I did learn a lot.  I had never realized that so much of the
cutting was done with a bandsaw.  Carl would grab a big section of meat
and, the next thing I knew, he was turning out steaks.  I had always
thought that butchers used knives but most of it was done on a bandsaw.
There was still a lot of trimming that he did with a knife but it was sure
different than I had expected.  I further learned that one of the reasons
his meat was more expensive was that he sold a lot of Choice and Prime
graded meat.  Even the hamburger was no lower than select.  He explained
that he got it from one supplier that specialized in high quality meat.
	His pork came from another supplier.  I was surprised to learn that
pork was only inspected and not graded.  In the end I learned a lot about
meat that I had never known.  I'd just shopped at Downie's because his meat
tasted better and the produce was fresher.  I had never been concerned
about price and just bought what I liked.  That and the fact it was handy
for me to shop there had governed my decision.  I continued because I liked
both Carl and Ellen.  While sometimes I would have rather not had Ellen
grilling me about what went on at school, I knew she did it because both of
them cared.
	Things slowed down a little after four and we went home.  All the
boys were going to help at the store after school next week and I figured
that I would end up doing the same.  When I thought about it, I realized I
didn't have a part in the school program and unless something came up I
could skip it for a year if I explained why.  We would just have to see how
things went.  I had already told James Besslor that LT's lessons would have
to be cancelled until after the first of the year.  That got me to thinking
and I decided that maybe I should call him and invite and invite him to
join us for dinner Christmas day.  He didn't seem to have much of a life
from some things he had told me.  I got the impression he had just
withdrawn when his wife died and maybe this would be a good way to get him
to start living again.  All he could do was turn me down and it wasn't as
if one more person would make all that much difference.  What the hell, I
should invite Larry's and Billy's mothers also.  The more the merrier, I
already had the Garvin's and my family.  Three more adults and a couple
more boys wouldn't make that much difference.
	After dinner I got on the phone.  I called Mr. Besslor first
because I was pretty sure that he would be home.  That turned into quite a
conversation.  He accepted the invitation but the rest of our talk was a
real eye opener.  It started out about Christmas and what we enjoyed and
things we thought we'd like to try to change.  That was when I found out
that he had a son who was gay and he hadn't handled it well when his son
came out to him.  One of the reasons he and his wife moved back to
California was that the last they had known of the son, he was in San
Francisco.  They had hoped to find him but hadn't had any success.  He was
crying part way through the conversation, saying he'd been such a fool.  I
don't know why but I managed to get all the information I could about his
son and also mentioned that LT was probably gay.  He told me that no longer
mattered to him because he'd studied all about gays after he told his son
never to enter his house again.  It had taken him a while before he
realized what a mistake he had made and he had never managed to find his
son to try to make it up.  An hour on the phone, during which Mr. Besslor
spent better than half of it crying, and he agreed to come to dinner.  The
conversation depressed me.
	I sat there for a while, thinking about Mr. Besslor.  It seemed
like such a shame.  The last thing Mr. Besslor had said was he just wished
he could find his son and apologize.  Glancing at my watch I decided to try
something.  I called Russ Young.
	I apologized for interrupting his evening but asked him if he had a
few minutes to spare.  I ended up explaining all I knew about Mr. Besslor's
situation.  The end result was he agreed to see if the people he hired for
investigations could learn the whereabouts of Mr. Besslor's son.  We
discussed about how much I was willing to pay and when I told him, he said
that should be more than enough.  He told me he would get on it the first
thing in the morning.  When we finished our conversation I somehow felt
better.  Even if nothing came of it, at least I had tried.
	By then it was late enough to call Mrs. Gillium, Larry's mother.
She agreed to join us for dinner on Christmas day.  I only had one more
call to make and it was now late enough to do it.  Mrs. Mason wasn't
willing to join us because of her daughter but I finally convinced her that
one more wouldn't make any difference.  Besides, Billy had already
mentioned his sister and I had already figured her in.  We visited a few
more minutes before hanging up.  I could now add six more people to the
list for Christmas dinner.  If you added it all up, I was now up to
twenty-three.  Guess I would just have to throw a couple more potatoes into
the pot.  Well, the roast would have to be a little bigger also.  Maybe I
ought to invite the Downies.  I still had to order the roast.
	After we showered, we went to bed.  Corey was apparently still
sated because after a couple of quick kisses, he assumed his usual position
and promptly went to sleep.  I lay there a few minutes longer, just
enjoying the smell of his hair, before I joined him.
	     The week was a real mess.  My students couldn't seem to keep
their minds on class and then there was helping the Downies after school.
It seemed like I never had time to get anything done.  We all just rushed
from one thing to another, barely having time to make it.  Carl and Ellen
agreed to have dinner with us and when I ordered the roast, Carl got a grin
on his face.  He assured me that it would be ready to be picked up anytime
after Saturday.  The only thing that surprised me was getting a call from
Mr. Young on Thursday afternoon.  He asked me if I could stop by his office
after school on Friday.  By now Mr. Downie had hired a couple of people and
the store was running more smoothly.  Neither were experienced but both
were eager and at least things weren't quite as hectic.  On Wednesday, as
he was complaining about not being able to find anyone else to hire, I
remembered the two families I had agreed to buy gifts for.  Sometimes
things are so obvious that you simply cannot believe you can overlook them.
I looked around the Gator and found the lists, right where the boys had
left them, and gave one of them to Carl.  On the description it had said
the mother had lost her job and the husband was recovering from an injury.
While there was no phone number listed, there was a name and address.  I
told Carl I knew nothing about them except what was on the list but
suggested he might give her a call and see if she was interested.  He did
and she was.
	Mr. Young's call intrigued me.  He had given me no indication of
what he wanted to talk about and I wondered if he had heard from his
investigators or if there was something else he wanted to discuss with me.
It seemed too soon for any results to be available about young Besslor.  At
least it had calmed down at the store because of the additional help,
enough so that I didn't feel guilty going to see him after I dropped the
boys off.  I knew he was free on Fridays because the courts were closed
then.  The state had done so because of budget problems.
	After he had greeted me and I was seated, he just sat there looking
at me for a few seconds. All I could do was sit and wait.
	"I have some information on young Besslor.  Have you thought of
what you're going to do with it?" he asked me.
	"Yes, actually I have."  Mr. Young didn't say anything, he
continued to just sit and look at me, clearly expecting me to explain.  "If
he's dead I'll probably tell his father unless there seems to be some
reason not to.  If he's alive, I'll attempt to contact him and see if he's
willing to give his father another chance."  I paused for a few seconds
before continuing.  "Look, they had a disagreement and haven't talked
since.  I'm not naïve enough to think I can wave my hands and make
everything okay.  I figured that if he was alive I would try to contact
him, in person if possible, and see if he was willing to talk to his
father.  If he is, I'll try to help set something up.  If he isn't, well, I
guess that's the way it is.  I mean I'll try to talk him into forgiving and
forgetting but in the end, it's his choice.  I'm convinced that his father
is not only willing, but eager to ask forgiveness.  Still, if his son
isn't, well I can't do anything about that."
	"In other words, you haven't told his father anything about this
search?" Mr. Young asked.
	"No."  Mr. Young just sat there, looking at me and clearly
expecting more of an answer.  I finally continued, "I guess I didn't want
to get his hopes up and then not be able to deliver.  Even if his son is
still alive, if he's not willing to meet with his father it seemed a little
cruel to say anything."
	All the time we'd been talking, Mr. Young's expression hadn't
changed.  The thought went through my mind that I didn't think I'd like to
play cards with him.  I couldn't read anything from that expression.
Suddenly he smiled and pushed a folder across the desk.
	"Well, for starters he's still alive.  In fact, he lives in Santa
Rosa.  You'll find all the information in that folder, along with my bill.
He changed his name and has been living there with his partner for the last
fifteen years.  You shouldn't have any trouble contacting him with the
information we got.  When do you plan to try?"
	I chuckled.  "Wow.  I didn't expect any information for a couple of
months.  I really hadn't gotten that far in planning anything."
	"Well, good luck.  I hope it works out for both of them."  With
that it was clear Mr. Young was done.
	I looked at the bill, wrote a check, and thanked him.  I was eager
to get home and look over the information.  The only thing was, I needed to
stop at Downie's and see if they needed any help.
	School had closed early today so it was only a little after three
when I got there.  The place was swamped.  By now I was pretty comfortable
with the way the Downies did things and I just started doing whatever
looked like it needed to be done.  I was busy stocking shelves when Ellen
walked past me, pushing a cart with some boxes of produce on it.  She
smiled and thanked me for helping, saying she didn't know how they would
have survived without our help.  Corey and JJ were working and the other
boys were waiting until four before they started.  That way they wouldn't
work too many hours.  JJ and Corey would be done at five-thirty.  All the
boys were mad as hell over the child labor laws because they couldn't work
all the hours they wanted to.  I had tried to calm them down and explain
the reasons for such laws but in the end they just said that the laws
sucked.  It had been about the same routine all week and they were no
longer complaining about it but I could see they still didn't like it.  I
had to agree that it made it inconvenient because not all of them were
working at the same time but hopefully when things got organized that would
no longer be a problem.  Mr. Downie was still looking for additional help
and when he got enough, the boys would be primarily bag boys.  That and a
little stocking of shelves.  I'll have to admit that I'd be glad when I no
longer needed to help.  This past week had kept me really busy.  Corey and
I hadn't had time for more than a quick kiss now and then.  I suppose you
might say I was getting really horny.  It didn't look like tonight would
help because I had to be at Oakland International at ten to pick up Sara,
Bruno and their two rug rats.  Well, actually one of them was two and a
half and the other was the only true rug rat at eleven months.  We still
had to get the two cribs I had rented set up in the sex room where I was
going to put Bruno and Sara.  Uncle Matt and Sandy got the guest room and I
was going to put Kevin and Kristen in Corey's room.  While I was sure that
JJ and LT would sleep in JJ's room, that seemed like the most logical
arrangement.  Perhaps it wasn't but I had convinced myself it was.
	We finally got home and I threw a quick dinner together.  After
eating, we assembled the cribs and by the time that was done, the boys were
dragging.  It had been a busy week.  I still had a few things to do and the
boys headed to bed.  Mrs. Mason had tomorrow off and was going to spend it
shuffling boys back and forth to Downie's and keep watch over them.  I had
originally planned to take the boys with me but this worked out really
well.  There would be more room for Bruno, Sara and the kids.  I figured
they would bring lots of stuff with them.  I finally crawled into bed and
fell asleep.
	Did you ever have one of those days that went really bad right from
the start?  I woke up before the alarm clock went off.  Then the trip to
Oakland took less time than it should have.  Maybe I drove too fast but I
got there almost a half hour earlier than I had planned and it wasn't like
I hadn't allowed enough time in my plans.  Then the flight was delayed.
The end result was that I sat and cooled my heels for an hour and a half.
There are things I like better than sitting and waiting.  The only good
thing about it was that I had forgotten to take the file Mr. Young had
given me out of the Gator.  Having nothing better to do, I sat and read it.
By the time Bruno, Sara, and kids showed up, a plan had formed in my mind.
	I got a warm kiss on the cheek from Sara and a big hug from Bruno.
I thought my ribs were going to break.  That guy doesn't begin to know his
own strength.  The two little girls were a little overwhelmed with all the
noise and bustle but we got their luggage gathered up and got out of the
airport.  I dropped over to Jack London Square for lunch.  Bruno and family
were on Texas time and I knew they would want something better than what
had been available on the plane.  As we were having lunch I asked them if
they would mind taking a somewhat longer route home and had any objection
if I stopped for a couple of minutes.  Of course they acquiesced.
	We left and I whipped across the San Rafael Bridge and up to Santa
Rosa.  I explained what I was up to on the way and we got there about
one-thirty.  When I walked into the music store, the first person I saw had
to be the one I was looking for.  He looked just like his father.  The
folder had told me he was a salesman of pianos and other musical
instruments.  He looked to be in his late thirties, although I knew he was
forty-six, and could only be described as very handsome.  If I hadn't had
Corey, I wouldn't have minded becoming better acquainted.  Funny, I had
never realized how handsome his father really was.  He was still using his
first name of Steven but had changed his last name to Marshall.  I was a
little nervous but I went over and introduced myself.  Now it was time to
talk.
	"Mr. Marshall, I know you don't know me but I wonder if I could
have a few minutes of your time."  He looked really puzzled but agreed.
	"I don't know quite where to start so I'll just jump right in.  I
know a gentleman who would really like to talk with you."  I paused a few
seconds to try to think of how to phrase the next part of what I wanted to
say and I could see he looked very curious.  "The gentleman's name is James
Besslor."  When I said that name he got a shocked look on his face.  I
figured I had better say something so I continued, "Look, I know you and
your father disagreed.  I think you would find that his attitude has
changed and I know he would love to have a chance to try to make things up
between the two of you."
	"You know my father?" he sort of gasped.
	"Yes, we live in the same town.  In fact he's giving one of my sons
organ lessons."
	He stood there for a few seconds with all kinds of expressions
running across his face.  Suddenly his shoulders slumped and he looked
ready to cry.
	"Oh God, I thought I'd put all that behind me.  I haven't heard a
word from him in over twenty-five years and I thought he'd forgotten about
me.  Then you show up."  By now he was starting to look angry.  "Why, why
should I talk to him?"
	"Look, he doesn't know anything about this.  He doesn't know I had
a search run for you and he doesn't have any idea of where you are.  He
doesn't even know if you're alive or dead.  If you'd like, I can just
forget the whole thing.  I won't tell him.  The only thing is, I spent
about an hour listening to him cry his heart out while telling me how much
he regretted what had happened between the two of you.  I think you might
be surprised at the change in his attitude towards you."  I was trying to
calm him down and get him to listen.  It must have worked, at least a
little, because he seemed to calm down somewhat.
	"He doesn't know you're here?  He doesn't know anything about me?"
	"No, he doesn't know anything about what I'm doing."
	He stood there for a few seconds, lost in thought.  Finally he
asked if I would join him for lunch or at least something to drink.  I told
him that I had already had lunch but would be more than happy to have a cup
of coffee while he ate.  I also explained that I had some other people with
me but that I was sure they wouldn't mind giving us some time alone.
	We ended up in a little hole-in-the-wall eatery and their pies
looked marvelous.  I really didn't need it but I had a piece of apple pie
and it was every bit as good as it looked.  Bruno and Sara also had pie and
Steve had the luncheon special which turned out to be soup and a sandwich.
The soup smelled heavenly and the sandwich looked good.  We chatted while
he ate and by the time he was finished he had agreed to think about talking
with his father.  I suddenly decided to take a chance.
	"Well, you know your father better than I do.  If you want to, come
up for Christmas dinner.  There will be a bunch of people there and it
might make things a little safer."  I blushed when I realized just how I
had phrased that.  "I mean that he might be less inclined to shout or
anything."  I didn't quite know what else to say.  Steve started to
chuckle.  By now I was very embarrassed.  "I guess I screwed that up.  I
know he won't shout but I was trying to figure out a way that you might
feel more comfortable," I finished.
	Steve started to laugh.  Bruno and Sara were sitting in another
booth and looked over.  I was now beet red.  I had been trying so hard to
do everything right, hoping that maybe this would work out.
	When he finished laughing he sighed, "I don't know.  Like I said,
I'll think about it."
	"You and your partner are more than welcome.  Just give me a call,"
I told him digging through my billfold for one of my cards.  I had been so
proud of my first job that I'd had business cards printed.  As you might
guess, I really didn't need them.  The only one in my billfold looked
pretty ratty.  I gave up and wrote my cell phone number on it.
	"Sorry about the card, I don't use many of them.  Use either
number.  I would appreciate it if you'd let me know one way or the other."
	"I couldn't come for dinner.  We've got a couple of kids were
raising."
	For some reason I was now much more comfortable with him.  "Bring
them along.  They can fight with my three and there'll be several others."
	"Your kids are probably a little young for mine.  Mine are fourteen
and sixteen."
	"Maybe I should have said my foster kids.  I have three and they're
all fourteen.  Then there are a couple of neighbor kids that are fifteen, a
couple of kids of a friend and they are fifteen and seventeen."  I paused,
"There's also a six and an eight year old.  I'll warn you though, most of
them are boys.  Were a little short on girls."
	"Jesus, do you think you can fill that many up?" he snorted.  It
was the first real spontaneous thing he'd said.  Everything else he'd
thought about before saying anything.
	"I don't know.  We're having a standing rib roast.  How do you like
your roast?"
	He grinned.  "Rare."
	"Sorry about that.  This one will be medium rare.  If you can lower
your standards enough for that you're more than welcome."
	Steve sat there, lost in thought.  After a minute or so he looked
up.  "I think you really mean it."
	"I rarely say anything I don't mean.  For what it's worth, three of
the boys are gay, two I don't know about.  There will be a bisexual teacher
there and most of the rest are straight.  They're a pretty tolerant bunch.
I don't think you and your partner would have any trouble fitting in."
	We sat there for another minute or so.  Finally he looked up from
his coffee cup.  "Do you really think he wants to see me?"
	"If you could have heard him crying over the phone, you'd know he
does."  I paused for a while.  "Think about it and talk it over with your
partner.  Like I said, you're more than welcome and I know you'd make your
father very happy.  In fact, if you've got any time off, figure on staying
over night.  Even if you're not comfortable staying with your father, you
can crash at my place.  It's kind of long drive to go both ways in one day.
We'll have to stuff some kids in sleeping bags but I can come up with a bed
for you and your partner."
	"One of the kids we're raising is black."
	"So?"  That was all I said.  I didn't think anymore was necessary.
	He leaned back in the booth and closed his eyes for a couple of
minutes.  He suddenly seemed to come out of whatever place his mind had
been and, looking at his watch, he told me he had to get back to work.  He
promised to talk things over with his partner and call.  We shook hands and
he left to go back to work.  The rest of us headed home.
	We talked some about Steve and his father on the way home.  Then it
was on to other things, catching up on each others' activities.  There was
lots of laughing and joking.  I'd even thrown a couple of Disney DVD's in
and Cindy fell asleep watching them.  We made it home a little before
seven.
	The boys weren't home.  A quick call and Mrs. Mason sent them home.
We had just about managed to get the Gator unloaded when they showed up.
Corey's eyes got big when he saw what a good looking gal Sara was.  She was
a lot more attractive than Sandy but their personalities were quite
similar.  Sandy would have been more attractive if she would pay a little
more attention to style and makeup.  Sara always looked like a model that
was ready for a fashion shoot.  All the boys seemed a little taken back by
Bruno.  He was huge.  There was no other way to describe him.  He looked
like the football player he had been except he didn't need the shoulder
pads to look that way.  He had the biggest set of shoulders I'd ever seen.
You could have taken all three of the boys and put them together before you
came up with someone the size of Bruno.  However he had a real laid back
attitude anytime he wasn't in a game and soon had the boys laughing and
joking with him.
	I explained to Sara that she and Bruno got the downstairs bedroom
and Corey about shit his pants when she giggled and said that she'd always
wanted to use the sex room.  Bruno quipped that he wasn't sure that was the
right place for an innocent boy like himself and soon all of us were
laughing.  God it was nice to have them visit.  I hadn't seen them since
last Christmas and Sara was big as a barrel at that time with Candy.  It
was almost like time had melted away and we were kids again.  I was still
in high school and Sara and Bruno in college.  Sara put the girls to bed
and we spent the rest of the evening laughing and joking about all the
crazy things we had done.  Finally everyone was ready for bed.
	Corey had to ask if Bruno knew about Sara and me as soon as we got
in bed.  I just giggled and told him to ask Bruno.  He turned red just
thinking about it.  I finally told him yes, Bruno knew about us.  I finally
gave up and told him about last Christmas.
	"You remember when I told you about Sara?  Well I didn't tell you
all of the story.  It was a put up deal.  Half the fraternity was in on it.
I don't know all the details but they planned it out.  Uncle Matt must have
started it but I don't know how.  Anyhow, they had a camera mounted in that
bedroom.  They made a tape of the whole thing.  I didn't know about the
tape until last Christmas when we were all sitting around after the kids
had gone to bed and were just batting the breeze.  We'd all had a few
drinks and were pretty well wiped out when someone asked if anyone still
had a copy of the tape.  I had no idea of what they were talking about but
Uncle Matt said he thought so.  He went and looked through some of his
stuff and came back with a tape.  I had no idea what was on it but they
talked me into putting it in the VCR and playing it.  I about died when I
figured out what I was watching.  I mean there I was, buck naked and it
wasn't what you'd call a first class performance.  There wasn't a porn
studio that would have given me a job based on that audition.  I was trying
to fall through my chair when Bruno made a comment.  For all the fact he
was about two-thirds drunk, he told Sara that when he'd seen that tape, he
knew he wanted to marry her.  He said she really turned him on with how
patient and caring she was.  You could just hear the love in his voice.
Well, as you know they got married.  About the only other thing I know
about the tape is that it was pretty popular on campus for the rest of the
year.  I finally managed to see the humor of it and Uncle Matt had a copy
made and gave it to me.  Bruno swears he has a copy of it, and that he and
Sara watch it every once in a while.  He says it makes him very horny and
Sara giggled when he said that."  I was blushing so bad it wasn't funny.
The tape had been shot ten years ago and I still blushed every time I
thought of that night.
	Corey was giggling so hard I almost couldn't understand him when he
said, "No way."
	"Way, I'll show it to you sometime."
	Well of course that conversation got us thinking about sex.  The
more we thought about it, the more we wanted to do it.
	We were giggling so hard it was difficult to kiss but we managed
somehow.  It was surprising how quickly the giggles died down.  Soon there
was just the sound of soft words saying things like I love you mixed with
some heavy breathing.  Well, I don't think the kisses made much noise but I
wasn't really listening for it.  Soon even those few words were gone.  We
were too busy kissing and rubbing each other.
	Corey was in an assertive mood tonight.  He didn't seem to like it
when I tried to win the war of tongues.  Well, that was easy to fix.  I
just let him push my tongue out of the way.  It was a win situation anyway
because his tongue was soon exploring my teeth and I got to taste it.  I
could feel it darting between my teeth and lips, almost as if it was
looking for something.  He started applying more pressure to his kiss and
his tongue could no longer get in the same places and he started sticking
it further in, kind of like he was trying to check out the back of my
mouth.  That was even better.  I liked the tighter contact and now I got to
suck on his tongue.  How much better could it get? All I had to do was lie
here and let him do the work.  Well, I had to enjoy myself but there was
little chance I wouldn't.  After all, Corey was on top of me, making love
to me.  Who wouldn't enjoy that?
	He was kind of draped over me, just kissing up a storm and I could
reach his butt.  There were two lovely globes for my hands to play with.
His kisses drifted over to my neck and ears and my hands got to knead his
butt.  He liked it.  The kisses were now accompanied by some groans and he
was really getting into this.  Also, he started thrusting against me.  I
could feel his hard cock sort of jab at me.  He squirmed around a little
and it was no longer trying to jab me.  It was now just pressing all of its
length against me.  The way he was acting I didn't think he'd be willing to
share.  He wanted to be in control.  That meant there'd be no sixty-nine,
just whatever Corey wanted to do.
	He worked on down.  His teeth were now nipping and scraping my
nipples.  After he started that, there was no more time to think.  All I
could do was just enjoy.  Every time his teeth nipped or scraped my
nipples, shivers went through me.  Then he nipped a little harder.  It
stung and brought me out of the land of enjoyment I'd been in.  He switched
nipples and I drifted back into that foggy place where all there was were
pleasures of the flesh.  I didn't have to do anything, just lay there and
let Corey do whatever he wanted to.  It felt so good.  Those little tremors
were shooting through me again.
        I was past the stage of being able to control or do anything.  From
here on out it would be what ever Corey wanted to do.  I no longer had any
rational thoughts and even if I had, I doubt that I would have been able to
do anything about them.  The only things still working were my subconscious
mind and my reflexes.  Take when he started nuzzling at my armpit.  If it
had been up to my mind, nothing would have happened.  My arm would have
just stayed where it was.  My reflexes took over and, without any thought
on my part, my arm moved, exposing my armpit so he could lick and nuzzle
it.  He was at my right armpit and it was the more sensitive of the two.
His nibbling and licking had my body writhing on the bed, jerking and
twitching in a totally uncontrolled manner.  I could hear sounds from
somewhere but I had no idea of where they were coming from and what they
meant.
        Everything let up for a few seconds and I almost managed to get my
mind working while he got between legs.  Then it was too late.  I felt his
tongue against my scrotum and if I'd thought I was out of control before, I
hadn't known what out of control really was.  There was this weird sort of
keening sound I could hear and my body was twitching and jerking all over.
I could feel him suck my testicles into his mouth, one at a time.  He sort
of gummed them, you know, his lips over his teeth like he didn't have any
teeth and gently pinched down.  It was just painful enough to get through
to me but not enough to be really bothersome.  He'd do that to one of my
testicles, and then the other.  I didn't know how much longer I could last.
        The next thing he did sure didn't assure I'd last longer because he
suddenly swallowed me.  I could feel his throat working as he got every
inch I had in that hot mouth of his.  Suddenly his nose was pushing into my
pubic hair.  I could feel his throat swallow a couple more times and I
about lost it right then.  I couldn't get my breath and I could feel his
head bob up and down.  The sensations that produced were indescribable.
All I can say is that it was like there were bolts of lightning flashing
through me.  I could feel my heart pounding as I struggled to get my
breath.  Then his finger sought entrance.  I tried to relax enough to let
it but I couldn't.  It didn't matter; his finger wormed its way in and
touched that special place inside of me.
        I swear I rose at least two feet off the bed.  I just started to
fall back when his finger rubbed that place again.  That was all it took.
I could feel my ass trying to pinch his finger off as my body tensed and
every muscle in it seemed to lock.
        It seemed to go on and on as I strained against his mouth, trying
to give him another inch that I didn't have.  It was like every muscle in
my body was strained to the limit.  I felt like someone was crushing my
chest, not allowing me to breathe.
        I had no more strength.  I just collapsed on the bed, my lungs
taking in great gasps of air.  I was so weak that I couldn't begin to move
anything, even a finger.  All I could do was lie there, panting and trying
to get myself back under control.
        I was in a daze.  My mind wouldn't work and I had no idea what was
going on.  About then I realized I had Corey on top of me.  He was gently
kissing me, offering to share.  I tried to raise my arms to hug him but
they still wouldn't work.  I felt a few feeble twitches and my arms fell
back on the bed.  I tried to take a deep breath but I still had no
voluntary control over any part of my body.  I could feel but I just
couldn't move.  I mean I could feel his body on me, his lips nuzzling me.
I managed to kiss back and after a few seconds I had to quit.  I was still
panting and when kissing I just couldn't get enough air.
        "You really shouldn't make so much noise," he whispered.
        What was he talking about?  I mean sure, there were some funny
sounds when he was making love to me but I didn't make them.  I mean I
heard this sort of keening sound and a lot of grunts and some yells but I
couldn't have made them, could I?
        I just felt so warm and loved.  I just wanted to relax and savor
the feeling.  His body felt so warm and silky against me.  I finally got my
arms to work and clasped him to me.  His head was beside mine.  I could
feel him slowly relax.  Before I knew what was happening, his, body was
limp.  I could tell he'd fallen asleep.  I thought about moving him but
this felt so good and so I just kept my arms around him.  He wasn't that
heavy.  To me he was like a soft warm blanket, keeping me safe from a cold,
empty world.  I wanted to do something for him but he was asleep and I felt
so tired and lethargic.  I just couldn't seem to do anything except hold
him.
        		To be continued...