Date: Tue, 03 Aug 2004 10:22:40 -0700 From: Fritz Jorgensen Subject: I lLove Corey, Chapter Five Ah yes. I am once again at that thrilling time when I must again write the usual disclaimer. Thrill thrill. You know the drill. If you're too young to be reading stories like this, leave right now. You know better. I've warned you before. Do I have to do it again? Will you ever learn? Also, if reading about sex between males offends you or if it is against the law to read this type of story where you live, likewise get the hell out of here. Why were you here in the first place? This story is a product of my imagination. If you think it bears any resemblance to anyone living or dead, it is coincidental. All the teachers I know are a lot older but so am I. It is also my property. You may read it for your own enjoyment. You may not post it on another site without my permission nor may you profit from it. If you know a good way to profit from it let me know. I'll even share with you. Comments, criticisms, and suggestions are always welcome. If you wish to criticize, be specific. I do try to answer all emails. As long as it isn't a flame I will do the same for you. You may email me at fritz@nehalemtel.net Have a great day and I hope you enjoy the story. Fritz Prologue When I started this story I didn't have a clue as to what I was doing. If I had it to do over, I would go from incident to incident rather than a chronological order. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with the story and the characters. To me they are so firmly fixed in my mind that I no longer seem to have any control over them. They can do nothing that I feel would be out of character with the picture I have of them in my mind. It has made the erotic part of the story very difficult as I no longer think of it as an erotic story, but rather as just a story. This is the sixth version of chapter five and the others were a lot longer before they got to anything approaching erotic. When I decided to make you know the characters, I never dreamed they would become so real in my mind. This chapter finishes the initial development of Sam. In future chapters I will attempt to define Corey. So far he is too perfect. He has warts like all of us. If I have succeeded in what I set out to do, you will now think you know Sam fairly well. Whether you like him or not is irrelevant. My goal was to make you know him. I find him likeable and wish all teachers cared the way he does. I Love Corey, Chapter Five The next morning I woke up to the sounds of kids talking and joking and when I looked around I could see some of them were dressed and other were starting to dress. It ought to be a sin to be so cheerful that early in the morning. I could see Vern was just waking up and as I got out of my fart sack he yelled over that he would start the fire. I went and took a leak and washed up. When I got back Vern had the fire going and I started the coffee as he went to clean up. By the time he got back the coffee was on and I was cleaning up the sheet of steel we used for a griddle. "You must be going to fix hotcakes," he said. "Yeah, I need something to get me awake and going." "I'll start on the bacon while you mix the batter," was his answer. I dug out a couple of cans of beer and the other ingredients and mixed up the batter while Vern cooked some bacon. When the griddle was hot enough, we started cooking and serving. It never ceases to amaze me how much kids can eat. Did I eat that much at that age? After we were all full we made the boys pick up the area and get their gear ready. I gathered my bunch and Vern took his and we went through the merit badge stuff again. After we went through the material a few times, it was time to go. Corey's limp was better this morning but I grabbed part of his gear, over his protest, saying it was easier to pack the gear the whole distance then it would be to carry him part of the distance. After we got part way down the trail Corey's limp was getting a lot worse. We got to the parking area a few minutes early and I dug out some Advil for Corey. About then Jim showed up so we loaded our gear and headed for town. After dropping the rest of the boys off I finally got home with Corey. I had originally hoped to have a little time with him even though I had to get stuff ready for the barbeque that afternoon. One look at his drawn face and I put that plan on hold. Instead I went in and filled the bathtub with hot water. As it was filling I gave his leg a good massage and when he got in the tub I went out to start preparing the food. I was busy chopping up potatoes and celery and eggs and such when I realized it was real quiet in the bathroom. I looked in and he had dozed off. Apparently the hot water and Advil had relieved his leg enough to allow him to relax. He looked so frail and defenseless. Watching the water gently swirl around his nipples as he slowly breathed made me want to go pick him up and carry him to the bedroom and make wild passionate love to him. Unfortunately, I thought, the rest would probably be better for him. His cock was semi floating and it moved a little with each breath. God it was beautiful. I wondered if I would last until we had a chance to make love to each other again. Sighing I turned back to preparing the food for the barbeque. I continued with the potato salad and then fixed the rub and put it on the salmon. As I was peeling the garlic for the garlic bread I heard some splashing so figured he had awakened and yelled, asking him what he would like for lunch. We settled on a salad as dinner would be a fairly heavy meal. I made a green salad with a few shrimp and some croutons and we sat down and ate. He still didn't look his best but the relaxation had done him a world of good. "Gee this tastes good." "I'm fond of salads," I responded. As we sat there eating I decided to ask him a question. "Corey, that day in the locker room you said you had wanted to suck me and be sucked by me. Could you tell me why?" He laid his fork down and finished the bite in his mouth. "I'll try. Watching that day you told me I could be manager I could hear you yelling at the kids and when they yelled back you just laughed. You kept encouraging them. You sounded like you liked them. When I was younger Mom used to spend time reading to me and helping me with school work. In the last few years there hasn't been much money and she hasn't had much time for me. I was lonely. You sounded like a nice man. The other boys seemed to like you. When you came over and talked to me you sounded like you cared. When you made me manager, you showed me how to do things. When you yelled at me I could tell you didn't mean it. There was a laugh in your voice. I never had a teacher like that before. I started thinking about making you happy. I wanted to be around you. Some of the men Mom brought home I seemed to make happy. I wondered if you'd like it. Nobody had ever sucked me and I wondered why some of them were so happy afterward." There was a long pause as if he were gathering some more thoughts. "When I would go to bed I would think of you. When you grabbed me I was so scared. I knew you were going to throw me off the team and I wouldn't get the ten dollars to buy food with. Then when you told me to relax, we had lots of time I could hear you weren't mad. It felt so good. I was so happy." I could see in my minds eye how he had looked afterward. Ecstatic. I suddenly realized that was the longest speech I had ever heard him make. Normally kids chatter on like magpies. Also in many respects he sounded more like an adult. Somewhere childhood had passed him by. While he spoke more like an adult, there was a little boy's longing for love in his voice. He looked up and smiled at me. "When will we get to be alone and go downstairs again?" I just shook my head. "Corey, today is the barbeque and tomorrow evening I have to tutor a couple of students. I'm afraid it'll be Tuesday." His face fell and he said, "I guess we'll just have to wait." As I got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher he said, "I sure wish I had some shirts like yours." I normally wear some pretty colorful sport shirts around the house. (Tommy Bahama and the like) When I had graduated from college Uncle Matt and I had a talk about money. I told him I didn't want to be bothered and thought I would put it in cds and he threw a fit. The end result was he wound up managing my money. He was pretty good as the seven hundred thousand had turned into just under one and a half million in the three years since I had graduated. That beat the market by quite a bit. He had made me take out a mortgage as he said we could make more than the interest rate on the mortgage. When the market went down I was worried but when I called him he laughed and told me not to worry. Every body should have an Uncle Matt. The funny part about it is that I really don't care about money. As long as I have a place to sleep, some food and a school to teach at I'll be happy. I'll have to admit it is handy not to have to worry about it, but it's not money that makes you happy. It's friends and the satisfaction of doing a good job that make you happy. When you're younger though, material things seem more important. (God, I sound like an old man. Maybe I learned that when my folks died. I'd give it all to have them back.) An idea came to me. "Corey, tell you what. It will be next weekend before we get a chance to do any shopping. I'll stake you to a hundred bucks and you can see what you can find on the internet." His eyes lit up so we went in and booted up the computer. I showed him about eBay and signed him on in my account and explained the proxy bidding. They have a lot of new stuff on eBay and I figured he might get a couple of items. I went back to work in the kitchen. The phone started ringing as the guests started letting me know what they were bringing and it kept me busy for a while. When things calmed down I went in to see how he was doing. You talk about tight. He had enough stuff that he had bid on to fill a closet. He didn't look at new stuff but picked out used things that looked pretty good. I asked him why and he said it was because he could get more that way. He still had seven dollars to go and he complained that there were no fancy briefs like I wear and wanted to know what search he should run to find them. After a little while I had to conclude that I didn't know either. We had looked at a bunch of briefs but nothing sexy in his size. I finally gave up and grabbed the phone and called up a friend in San Francisco who works in the store I buy mine at and asked him if they were available in Corey's size. He assured me they were and I told him to send up a half dozen pairs in sexy colors when he got back to work. I was surprised when he asked me what the wearer looked like. I told him blonde with blue eyes and he said he knew just what to send. Corey was worried that that put him over the hundred dollars. "Corey, you probably won't win all the auctions. Even if you do it's no big deal," I told him. He looked like a kid in a candy shop. (As it turned out he was only outbid on a couple of items) He grinned up at me and said, "Now I won't have to be ashamed of my clothes." It was time for a lesson. "Corey, there is no reason to ever be ashamed of not having material things. It doesn't change who you are no matter what you wear. It is the internal and not the external that makes for a good person. While I'm white, a black man said it best I think. All men should be judged by the content of their heart and not the color of their skin. It's the same with clothes." About that time Vern and Nancy and their youngest son Fred arrived. Fred yelled hi and headed for the fridge to get some pop. Nancy started telling him he should ask first and I just laughed and asked why should he change now? He'd been dropping in for years and I'd finally told him to just help himself and quit asking. Nancy shook her head and wondered how she would be able to properly raise him when he was under my influence. I told her that was her problem. We all laughed and she just shook her head again. About that time the others started showing up. I went out and fired up the barbeque. It would take a little under an hour for the salmon and just a few minutes for the hamburgers that most of the young people seemed to favor. I figured it would take about twenty minutes for the charcoal to be ready and that would put dinner about five thirty. That seemed about right. When I went back in I could see Nancy had taken charge of the kitchen, putting stuff in the fridge and in the oven. I dug out some beer and started passing it around. Fred stuck his hand up and I just slapped it and went on. He broke into big boo hoos, all the time grinning and complaining that he was dying of thirst. I told him if he would act his age which was about four, maybe four and a half I might give him one. With everyone laughing he gave up. Poor Nancy, she just shook her head some more. The young people headed for the Playstation, the television, and the stereo and the adults drifted out to the patio where we sat around and batted the breeze. As most of us were in some way connected to the school district it tended to be more about things in the education field. I suppose if it were a bunch in the high tech field, it would be about computers or something. We bitched about the politicians, the lack of funding, and all the usual things. There came one of those rare pauses and Jerry Mathers asked my how my latest crusade was going. He had a grin on his face so I wondered what he had in mind. "Fine, I got the signatures and will turn them in tomorrow Jerry." (It's always Mr. Mathers at school and Jerry on social occasions.) "Have you looked at his transcript yet?" he asked. I hadn't had time and had to admit it. "I think you'll find it interesting," he followed up. Normally I'm the one that finds things like this so I think he was enjoying being ahead of me for a change. "If you need any help with tutoring let us know," Bill Cornish said. That's one of the things I like about my colleagues. They may kid me but they're always willing to help when I need it. Obviously there were some things of interest that Jerry had found in Corey's transcript. The conversation continued and I got up and put the salmon on. After a while I passed out another round of beer and finally the salmon was done. I set it aside to rest and went in and asked the kids what they wanted. Mike, Fred's older brother had finally made it and was lodged in front of my computer showing Corey how to work it. I got their orders and noted that both Corey and Mike were going to have the salmon while the rest opted for burgers, some with cheese and some without. I threw them on the grill and Nancy, Maxine Mathers and Jessie Williams got up to help put the rest of the meal on the table. When the burgers were done I stuck my head in the house and yelled and the kids came streaming out. The table looked like a cloud of locusts had hit it. When things calmed down the rest of us got up and started in. After dinner we were setting around, just relaxing and chatting in that mindless way friends will when they are content and happy to be around each other. I had fixed coffee and was leaning back and relaxing with a smile on my face when Jessie Williams surprised me. "You look a lot happier than the first time I saw you." I tried to think of when that was but drew a blank. She could see I couldn't remember. "The day you interviewed with the school board." Now I remembered. I had been sitting in the outer office after the first part of the interview when she had come in. "You ought to tell them about your interview," Jerry said. "You tell it. After all you were conducting it," I replied. A couple of them started trying to get us to tell the story as they could see Jerry was grinning and I was hanging my head. I finally started in. "I could see the interview was going badly, they didn't seem to be listening. I'm afraid I got a little emotional and shouted a bit." "Come on, you can do better then that," Jerry urged. "Don't you remember what you said?" What the hell, I might as well tell it as I remember it. "All right. It was about my third or forth interview for a job. I had all these grand ideas I wanted to talk about. All of you remember Norm Perkins on the school board? Well, the board didn't want to hear about my grand ideas and he kept asking about things I didn't consider important and then not even really listening to my answers. I could see the lack of interest on everyone's face and knew I wasn't going to get the job no matter what I said. I blew up. I slammed the desk with my fist, jumped up and gave them a lecture on what I thought was important." "Do you remember what you said?" "Yes Jerry, I remember very well what I said. It went something like this. I know I'm not going to get this job. Somewhere I lost you. You keep talking about things that are not important. What's important is the student. They are growing up and my job as a teacher is to help them. While I teach math, I don't give a damn if they ever learn to solve a math problem as long as I teach them to think, to be comfortable with who they are and to be a good person. If I manage to do that I will have succeeded no matter what their academic record is. Yes I'd like them to learn math, but in the long run, if they end up needing it, they will learn it if I have taught them to use their minds." "Tell them the rest of what you said," he encouraged me. One thing I have learned about Jerry is that he rarely does anything without a reason. I wondered why he was getting me to tell about this. "I told them about how I discovered that I wanted to be a teacher." "Why don't you tell the story again?" he asked. "All right. Both my parents were teachers. All kids want to be like their parents. I'd never given it much thought. I just figured I'd be a teacher. When the weather was nice, I'd ride to school with them. There was this area where the teachers could go outside and sit and drink coffee and work on lessons. It was surrounded with shrubs and had tables and chairs in it. Most times I'd set out there and read before the rest of the students showed up. On the morning this took place I was twelve years old. It was in the fall and warm and sunny. As I rounded the corner to walk in I could see Mr. Franklin was there. I was surprised as I had never seen a teacher there in the morning. I was just going to leave when I saw he was crying. Mr. Franklin was one of my favorite teachers and I wondered what would make him cry. With the brashness of youth I went over and asked him if I could do anything for him. He shook his head no. I couldn't leave it alone. I told him I knew I wasn't very old but sometimes just talking about something helped and I'd be happy to listen if he would like me too. He didn't say anything and finally I started to go." I stopped for a swallow of my coffee. After a few sips I continued. "He told me to set down and then he told me about this black kid who lived in one of the rundown areas of town. His father was in prison and he was a poor student. Mr. Franklin told me how he worked with him and got him to try harder and how he had turned into an A student. He had graduated and was going to the local community college. Last night he had been walking home and there had been a gang shooting. He was hit by a stray bullet and killed. I can still hear Mr. Franklin say `I had him saved. He was going to amount to something and now he's gone.' I couldn't say anything. It was like the universe had opened and given me a glimpse of how it worked. I suddenly understood what my parents were talking about when they were discussing the school and students. I was in a daze the rest of the day. By the time I went home that night, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to be like my folks and Mr. Franklin. I wanted to help kids learn and grow up. I've never changed my mind. I may not succeed but I want a chance to try. I paused and nobody said anything. Finally you asked me to wait outside while you discussed me and I left." Jerry finally spoke. "I guess the rest of the story is mine. In all the years of interviewing prospective teachers we had never had one lecture us on what a teachers job was. I thought the board needed a little time to calm down and so did you. You looked like you were ready to whip everybody in the room. As soon as the door closed Norm told us as far as he was concerned we didn't have to interview any more candidates. His mind was made up. He wanted you. The rest of the board just gasped. One of them asked him why. He said you had fire in your belly and passion for the job. He told me if I could control you a little bit with out pulling the reins too hard, we would have a winner. They all wanted to talk at once. When we finally got order restored, he explained that you were the first one he had ever heard clearly define what a school should try to do. We had a fine group to interview that year. Most had five or more years experience and the first part of the interview had turned us off. You were just saying what you thought we wanted to hear and we could tell it. Norm just kept pointing out that we could hire a math teacher or a real teacher. The board finally swung his way." He paused as if not quite sure how he wanted to continue. "I'll admit I wasn't convinced. I wasn't sure I could control you. Norm told me if I couldn't reason with you and control you maybe I didn't deserve my job. The normal procedure is to send a letter to the one selected asking that person to come back and discuss the final contract. Norm said as mad as you were we had better get you right away because if you had more time to think about it you would tell us to go to hell. They voted and we called you back in. You came back in still looking like you could whip the whole world. I've never seen a more stunned look on a face when we asked you when you could start. I was on pins and needles your first term. Every time I switched the intercom on you never seemed to be teaching math. You were arguing with the students and you seemed to have no discipline. While the students all seemed to like you, I was worried about the mid term exams. When the scores from the state came back and they were up, I finally started to relax a little. I guess that about covers it." Nobody seemed to want to talk much after that. They all just sat there with a far off look on their faces. Finally people started leaving. I looked at my watch and sent Corey home. He and Mike had been at the computer. The kids looked puzzled by the way the adults were acting. They seemed to know something had happened but didn't know what it was or what to make of it. When all had left, except Vern and Nancy, we started picking stuff up and washing the dishes. When they left Nancy gave me a big hug. She had never done that before. I kept wondering what Jerry had on his mind and why he had asked me to tell about the interview. I realized it had been a set up deal but couldn't figure out why. The next morning Corey got there a few minutes earlier than usual. I didn't even have breakfast started. He asked if he could check his bids. So he booted up and checked them out. He had won one. I went over and showed him how to use PayPal and went back to fixing breakfast. When he came in to eat he was bubbling over with happiness. Judging by what I had seen him wear he didn't have much so guess it was a pretty big deal to him. We ate and I gathered up my stuff and headed for school. When I got there I was surprised. There were more cars there than I had ever seen before at that time of morning. Some I didn't recognize. I normally am one of the first ones there. Wondering if I had missed something I hurried into the teacher's lounge. Almost all the teachers and most of the school board were there. I started to apologize, saying that I must have missed the meeting notice when Jerry stopped me. "You weren't invited to this part. You're right on time." Now I was really puzzled. What was going on? Jerry started things off. "You've been harping away on how we need a counselor program and how it could help the students. We couldn't get it set up in time for last years budget sessions. The board and I have decided to run a trial version of it and if it's successful we'll get the money for it next year somehow. We'd like you to be the counselor." "That's great. What did you expect?" They started in telling me what they expected of me with Mr. Downie doing most of the talking. I could see Jerry was a little uncomfortable. When they finally finished I thought for a few seconds. "I'll have to decline." You'd have thought I slapped them in the face with a dead fish. When they calmed down enough to listen I explained. "First, in order for it to be successful, you've set the rules wrong. You have to convince the students that they can talk to the counselor about anything and that it will never be repeated to anyone else without their permission. By that statement I mean you can never reveal what they tell or ask you to anyone including the police, their parents, their other teachers, or any other person under any circumstances. Otherwise they won't tell you any thing. You can try to talk them in to letting you tell someone else but if they say no, that's it. End of matter. Secondly, you also need a female counselor. There are a lot of things I can think of that a young lady would not dream of talking to me about. The students have to know and like the counselors and trust them to abide by the rules. They have to feel free to talk about anything and that includes their possible use of drugs, their sex life, anything, and know that you will not tell. You need to convince them that you will try to help them with their problems and will not condemn them for their problems. That no matter what they tell you, it will not affect how you treat them or their grades. Under the program as you have explained it I would be expected to take some matters to the police, their parents, and their other teachers. Under those rules they won't tell me anything and it would be nothing more then an academic review. We already have that." That set off an uproar. They couldn't believe what I'd just told them. I could see Jerry and a couple of the other teachers grinning. Apparently they hadn't been too fond of the rules and understood what I thought the program should be. They tried to argue with me but I wouldn't back down. I told them I wouldn't be part of a program that was doomed to fail and under their rules it would fail. I really wanted it so I made another attempt. "Think back to when you were young. Didn't you have some questions that you wanted answers to but didn't feel you could ask your parents? Try to remember what it was like to wonder about some things and have no one to talk to about them. This is what I want the program to be for. Of course there will be things we don't have answers for but if were honest, the students will understand. They may be young but they are not dumb. My hope for it is that we might stop things like suicide and unwanted pregnancies along with helping them become better people. It can only succeed if we are totally honest and keep their secrets." I could see I had gotten through to some of them. They started arguing amongst themselves. When called upon I defended my side but mostly I just listened. In a surprising short time they came around to my way of thinking. There were a couple of holdouts but they were so outnumbered that it didn't matter. Now we needed a female counselor. When Julia Hunt volunteered I knew she was the perfect choice. She was two years older than I was and so attractive that most of the high school boys and some of our students wanted her to teach them something that didn't have anything to do with academics and the girls all wanted to be like her. If I had been into chicks I would have joined the guys. We spent some time discussing how and when we could work it in. It got both Julia and I off the lunch detail as we could eat and counsel and they finally decided that the two of us should set up the program and make up brochures to tell the students about it. The board left and we finished the rest of the morning stuff. I turned in the slips with Mrs. Babcock's signature and got ready for class. Things were going along about like normal, chaos in my classroom as usual. During the third period I got called to the office. When I got there Jerry handed me the phone. It was Corey's mother, Mrs. Babcock. She explained that she needed to be out of town overnight and would it be possible for Corey to stay with me. She explained that she didn't know many people as she was new in town and that was why she asked me. I told her that I didn't know the school policy but would ask if she would hold for a few seconds. When I asked Jerry, he got a surprised look on his face and said it had never come up before. He asked me how I felt about it and I told him. (He knew my house and that there was plenty of room.) I said I had no objections and since I was feeding him it wouldn't be much of a problem. He said that it would be discussed at the next school board meeting but for now to go ahead. I told Mrs. Babcock that I would do it and she thanked me. I'm not sure my feet touched the ground the rest of the day. I was going to have him to myself for a whole night. It was like the Lord had finally answered my prayers. I made it through the rest of the day and football practice without acting too distracted. At least I don't think anyone noticed. Jerry had written out a permission slip and given it to Corey and placed a copy in the school files to show it was approved so that I would be protected if anyone asked. Of course it wouldn't help if our activities were discovered but should keep people from looking too hard at what was going on. I had managed to let a couple of the students know Corey's mother was having a hard time financially and that I was helping out a little so they didn't get tangled up in the system of state aid and all that stuff. All and all the defense I had set up seemed to be working pretty well. After practice we went home and I explained that it would be after my tutoring before we could do anything. Normally I go to the student's home for tutoring but one of the student's parents had a meeting at their home and had asked if I could hold it at my house. The other's mother was sick so I had agreed and after dinner they showed up and we started in on the math. One of the greatest rewards a teacher can have is that time when all of a sudden you can see on the students face that they understand what is going on. These two were having problems with the fact that numbers are not absolutes. It all depends on the base you use. You have to learn to think in the abstract. Tonight I hit pay dirt. We had been trying to solve this problem for a couple of weeks and almost like lightning had struck, they understood. You could see it in their eyes and on their faces. We kicked it around for a while. They had learned that one and one don't always equal two. They can equal anything depending on how you set the problem up. When the boy's dad showed up to take him home, he offered to drop the young lady off as it was on his way. I told them no kissing on the way home and both blushed and thanked me and they all left. They were both nice students and needed to be kidded a little so that they knew I liked them and was proud of them. I don't know why but kids that age seem to instinctively understand that approach. Finally, I was alone with Corey. About that time the phone rang. It was Julia with ideas about the counselor program. I couldn't very well tell her I was busy so that took up a half hour in which I got harder and harder. It was hard to concentrate on her conversation when all I wanted to do was concentrate on Corey. I could see we weren't going to get as much sleep and we should but I didn't care. My cock was so hard it might as well have had a red light flashing on it to advertise my intentions. Corey wasn't any better off. He had been pacing around, kind of hunched over with his hands in his pockets ever since we were alone. The fronts of my briefs were wet and I figured his were the same. Finally Julia ran down and we agreed to meet at lunch tomorrow to discuss it further. When I had hung up, he immediately started for downstairs. I had planned on using my bedroom but didn't care so I followed. As he opened the door he was throwing clothes off and so was I. We were both hotter than highjacker's pistols. We were breathing heavily and perspiring. When he got close to the bed I pushed him down and climbed on top facing his feet. My cock hung above of his face and his was right below mine. He started sucking mine like a hungry calf at its mother's udder. I started in on his beautiful cock and it wasn't long before we both climaxed. As we lay there getting our breath back he looked disappointed. "Now that the worst of the tension is off we can get down to the art of making love," I told him. I started off with a massage. I knew he was still nervous about being with me and needed to be as relaxed as possible. Besides, he'd enjoyed it the last time. This time I used a lotion. I could feel the muscles on his back slowly relax and he sighed. Between the quick blow job and the massage I figured he might last a while now. I put a little more lotion in the crack of his ass and rolled him over. No music this time, just the two of us. I grabbed one of the pillows and put it under my knees and the other I put under his ass raising his hips off the bed. Then I started kissing him. This time he started kissing back right away and I could feel his tongue trying to duel with mine. I rubbed and pinched his nipples as we tongued each other and I could feel him responding. His tongue became more insistent in its quest to explore my mouth. He had learned well from his one lesson. I could feel his hands on my neck and shoulders as he rubbed and squeezed them. I started to lick his face and he quickly grasped my head and held it so we could continue kissing. He obviously was going to take a more active role in letting me know what he liked. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked it trying to draw it further in. When I finally let it go he sighed contentedly. I started kissing his face and neck and he rolled his head so I got a better angle. His breathing had picked up and I started kissing his nipples. He squirmed slowly on the bed and his hands were once again on my neck and shoulders. When I approached his armpit he twisted and raised his arm above his head. I started licking and kissing it and he twisted his body so I could get my nose and mouth buried in it. "Oh God, that feels good." His voice was getting husky. I continued kissing and licking. I could feel his body twist and roll on the bed under my chest. I slowly trailed kisses from his armpit up across his chest and nipples towards the other and he rolled so I could reach it with my mouth. He tasted marvelous. His mouth was sweet, his eyes salty and his armpits kind of salty and sour. I thought I could live on the taste of him alone. I finally worked my way down to that part I had fallen in love with. It was leaking precum like a broken faucet. When I licked the tip I could feel him quiver all over like a bowl of Jell-O in a paint mixing machine. I could hear his breath hiss in and out like a leaky steam engine. I slowed down. He slowly quit hissing and then I reached under his legs and with my finger started rubbing his anus. He kept squirming and panting and I kept sucking but slowed down some more. Finally he was almost still. I could feel his sweat and smell his slightly musky odor. I inserted the tip of my finger up his ass. I could feel it clamp down and heard a sharp intake of breath. He didn't seem to like it but I was not deterred. I knew he would when he got used to it and I had a chance to work it a little. I kept on sucking. He slowly seemed to forget about my finger and his anus relaxed. I slid my finger in further. Again he clamped down and I continued sucking and tonguing him. When he seemed ready I slipped my finger clear in and started to work it around. I could hear him gasp and suddenly he was squirming like he was lying on a bed of coals. I had found the spot. I continued to finger fuck him and suck him and he started jerking and thrashing all over the bed. I could here him yelling. "Oh God, don't stop don't stop." His hands were on the back of my head pushing down as his hips moved up. I could feel his ring clamp down on my finger and feel his nuts were drawn up tight to that beautiful cock. He lunged upward and his ass came clear off the pillow. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," he panted and yelled. He was convulsing so violently I thought he was going to buck me off. Finally he just collapsed and lay there. I kept right on finger fucking and sucking and in no time he started bucking again. I could hear his breath. He sounded like he was about to drop after a hard race. He hadn't even softened in my mouth and already was cuming again. It didn't last as long this time and when he stopped moving I knew he was done. I kept trying but his hands fell to his sides and he just seemed to go limp all over. The only sound was of him drawing in great lungfuls of air. I had finally sucked all of his cum into my mouth and withdrawing my finger moved up and kissed him. I lay down beside him and slipped my arm under him and rolled him up on my chest. He just lay there panting as I kissed and held him. Finally his breathing slowed to a normal speed. He was no longer sweating. "Corey, it's your turn next." I whispered. No answer. I suddenly realized he was asleep. To be continued