Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2004 10:33:40 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Seven

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I Love Corey, Chapter Seven

	I opened my eyes.  There was Corey.  I could just make him out by
the moonlight that filtered into the room.
   "You'd make a good alarm clock.  It's the best way to wake up I've ever
had" I told him.
   "You talk too much."
   He went back to his kissing and rubbing and manipulating me.  There was
a break and I could feel him reach over towards a night stand.  Ah, he was
grabbing the lube.  I wished he would use it for something other than his
finger but wanted him comfortable with what he did so didn't say or do
anything.  He was really getting good at turning me on.  His finger was
doing all the right things and I couldn't lie still.  So was his mouth and
tongue.  I felt like I was falling into a pit, a pit where I would drown in
happiness.  I didn't care if I never got out of that pit.  As my heart
raced, and my body writhed on the bed, I knew I was fast approaching that
point of supreme ecstasy.  I could feel myself start to tense up, my
testicles draw closer to my cock and then in an instant I was over the
edge.
   When the alarm clock sounded I reached out and shut it off.  Corey
hadn't even stirred at its insistent noise.  As I gazed down at him I just
wished it could be like this forever.  I loved him and wanted to help him
grow.  I wanted to protect him and keep him safe from all the hurt that the
world throws at one.  Finally, I got up.
   After I had showered and shaved I woke him up and then headed for the
kitchen.  I could hear the shower start as I started breakfast.  By the
time he emerged, I was about done cooking.  He sat down and when served,
started eating.  I suddenly realized he didn't look quite so thin and
pinched.  While he was still thin, he was starting to put on a little
weight.  He really needed a haircut.  Come to think of it, so did I.
   "Corey, I think we need to see a barber."
   He looked up and smiled.  "I haven't been to a barber in a long time.  I
kind of try to cut it off myself.  Mom hasn't had much money for a while."
   That accounted for the poor haircut.  I told him we would stop on the
way home and take care of it.  I finished eating and had a second cup of
coffee.  I was now ready to face the day.
   The morning meeting was a continuation of yesterdays.  Everybody seemed
to have a million ideas on the counselor program.  I realized we were going
to have to weed them down but how do you tell people that their ideas are
not needed.  They were all sincere.  I hoped they would run out of
suggestions soon.  Mercifully the bell rang for first class and Julia and I
escaped.  Otherwise the day proceeded normally except for the fact that
Mrs. Babcock showed up to thank me and explain the extra day.  She went to
the office and they called me in.
   When she told us that a close friend had passed away, I felt guilty that
I had been angry and thought she was trying to take advantage of me.  It
proves you shouldn't make judgments until you know the facts.  Jerry was
there so he heard her apologizing to me and explaining why she had asked
me.  She told us she didn't know anyone in town she trusted and besides,
Corey liked me.  I could see the wheels turning in Jerry's mind and figured
he was revising what he was going to say to the school board when the
subject came up.
   I asked if there was anything else we could do.  She seemed hesitant but
finally asked if it would be possible for me to keep Corey Friday night as
the funeral was scheduled for Saturday.  Jerry answered before I even had a
chance and accepted for me.  When she had left, it suddenly occurred to him
what he had done and I had to assure him that it was not a problem as I
would have accepted if he hadn't been so quick.  I now had a pretty good
idea of what he would ask the school board for regarding this type of
problem.  Unless they went the other direction I figured I could live with
it.
   During lunch Julia and I discussed the program some more.  We found a
couple of the suggestions on how to present it were very good and we were
working up a basic sales pitch for the students.
   Practice for the team changed.  There wasn't as much horse play and the
kids really buckled down and paid attention.  I'd hoped for some reaction
to the offer of briefs for a winning season but was surprised they seemed
to take the brief idea so seriously.  Briefs weren't that expensive and
there were catalogs where you could order them but the kids seemed to
ignore that.  I wondered if it was the fact I would have to pay or if they
really wanted a pair and were too embarrassed to ask their folks for some.
No matter, I figured I was ahead of the game.  The only thing I worried
about was would they still have fun playing.  After all, sports are
supposed to be fun along with building character.
   After practice and clean up we jumped in the pickup and headed for the
barbershop.  On the way Corey asked me what kind of haircut he should get.
   "Corey, it's your hair.  Have it cut however you want."
   "Maybe I'll have spikes."
   I hope he didn't catch my reaction.  I hate spikes.
   "Yeah, I think I'd look good in spikes."
   I tried to see his face out of the corner of my eye.  He was looking out
the window.  God I hate spikes.  While I think kids have the right to make
decisions regarding their appearance, in my opinion they sometimes make big
mistakes.
   "Whatever you want."  I tried to keep my voice calm and level.  I tried
to think of a way to call the whole thing off.  Maybe if he had a little
time he would change his mind.  I finally accepted the fact that if I did
anything other than go to the barbershop he would know so I resigned myself
to spikes.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
   When we got there Mitch was finishing a customer and no one was waiting.
When he was done I told Corey to go ahead and he got in the chair.  Mitch
asked him how he wanted it cut.  I continued to look at Field and Stream.
While I didn't think much of his current haircut, anything was better than
spikes.  Even a Mohawk.  Even if dyed red or black.
   "I don't know."
   I looked up.
   "What do you think I should have?"
   "I told you it was your hair.  You can have anything you want.  If its
advice you want, think of one of the students who you think has a good
haircut and tell Mitch.  He can tell you if it will look good on you."
   He mentioned one of the students.  Mitch didn't know him.
   "Marty Logan has a similar haircut and Mitch knows him."
   They discussed it.  Mitch told him the shape of his head and face didn't
lend themselves to that exact cut but with a little modification he thought
he could come close and still look good.  Mitch started cutting and I quit
trying to pretend to read.  It turned out better than I could believe.
When he was done I got a trim and we left.
   "What happened to the spikes?"
   "I wondered what you'd think."
   He was testing me and his limits.
   "Corey, I was serious.  You could have had any haircut you wanted.
While I may not have cared for it, it's your hair.  In life, one gets to
make a lot of decisions regarding ones appearance and a lot of other
things.  One has to learn to live with the consequences."  I thought for a
few seconds.  "If you'd like spikes, we can go back and you can have them.
   He looked sheepish and shook his head no.  "How do you like it?"
   "While I wouldn't look good in it, on you it looks great."
   When we got home a couple of packages had arrived.  They were the briefs
and the first auction he'd won. He tried the briefs on and paraded around
in them and I seriously considered skipping dinner.  Damn he looked sexy in
them.
   "If you want anything to eat, you'd better put some more clothes on."
   He grinned at me but went and dressed.  The auction was for a couple of
shirts.  They looked good on him also.  He had chosen colors that went well
with his fair complexion.  I told him he'd better wash them and he headed
off to do so while I cooked.  When he had the washer going, he booted up
the computer and checked his auctions.  He'd won another one so we had to
settle up and email the seller with shipping instructions.  I was pleased
that he asked me if it was all right for him to use the PayPal account.
When there was a break in the cooking he showed me where he had filed the
info on the transaction.  I asked him if he had left feedback for the
shirts.  I wound up explaining and showing him how to do that.
   It was about fifteen minutes until dinner when I remembered his mother
and wondered if she had gone to work.  I told him to check and if she
hadn't, to invite her to dinner.  I told him I could hold it for a while if
she needed time to get ready.  He headed home and in about twenty minutes
showed up with his mother.  When he hadn't returned right away, I'd moved
his new briefs out of sight.
   It was obvious his mother had been crying.  While she had fixed up a
little, her eyes were still puffy.  I didn't say anything as one shouldn't
intrude on another's grief but wished I knew a way to help.  It's hard
enough to accept death when you're among friends and family but it's
terrible when you're alone.  If it hadn't been for Uncle Matt I don't know
how I would have made it through my parent's death.  Not much was said
during the meal.  Afterwards, I served coffee and as we set there I asked
her if she needed anything.  She apparently needed to talk and my question
seemed to unlock the key.
   She told me about how her folks had thrown her out at the age of sixteen
when she'd told them she was pregnant.  The lady, who had just died, had
taken her in and helped her.  As she talked I could hear the anguish in her
voice.  She told of the times she had tried to talk to her parents and how
they just kept rejecting her.  Also about how scared she was when she went
into labor.  After Corey's birth the lady (Mrs. Wilson) had helped her try
to put her life back together.  Mrs. Wilson had wound up almost like a
mother to her.  Corey was fascinated by what she was telling.  It was
apparent he had never heard the whole story.  They had moved away and he
didn't remember Mrs. Wilson.  I wondered how a parent could reject a child
for making a mistake.  She had finally run down and as I was trying to
figure out whether or not to tell her about the visit to Dr. Logan when the
phone rang.
   It was Vince.  He started in by telling me he had talked to Jerry about
Corey and then made a few calls.  It seems a friend of his was a surgeon
who specialized in this type of operation and he would donate his services.
Also with some other help he had gotten the estimated cost down to five to
six thousand dollars.  I told him I would ask Corey's mother and let him
know.  He told me that the sooner the operation was done, the better it
would be because if it went too long before being done there might be
permanent problems.
   We hung up and I could see Corey had figured out who and what the call
was about.  As there didn't seem like any way to break this gently I
plunged right in.
   "Mrs. Babcock, I noticed Corey has a limp.  I hope you won't mind but I
took him to see Dr. Logan, the team doctor.  He told us that Corey needs an
operation on his leg.  If it's done, he thinks Corey will make a complete
recovery.  He just called to say he thinks the operation can be done for
about five to six thousand dollars."
   I gave her a few seconds to absorb that.  "I don't know your financial
circumstances, but think you should let him have the operation and if
you're short we can get the school and some other groups to hold fund
raisers.  I'd be happy to loan you the money if you would prefer that."
   She said she just couldn't afford it and Corey would have to wait.  I
told her what Vince had said about needing to proceed right away.  It took
about an hour, but I finally convinced her.  I called Vince up and told him
her answer.  He told me he would make an appointment with his friend, but
someone would have to take Corey to San Francisco for it.  I told him if it
could be on a Saturday I would take him.  Otherwise, someone else would
have to do it.  He called back in about fifteen minutes and told me to have
Corey in San Francisco at eight-thirty this Saturday.  He gave me an
address and a phone number and hung up.
   By now it was nine-thirty and Corey and his mother went home.  I kind of
moped around the house picking up and getting the lessons graded.  In the
two nights he had spent with me I had gotten used to his company.  Good
lord, he'd only been gone a few minutes and already I missed him.  I
thrashed around in bed and finally fell asleep.
   The next morning, I found myself hoping he would show up for breakfast
like he usually did.  When he did, he brought his mother.  I fixed some
more breakfast.  While we were eating she asked if it would be okay if she
left today as Mrs. Wilson's family was taking her death very hard.  I
pretended to consider it and told her it would be fine.
   School went about like yesterday except the suggestions about the
counselor program were finally slowing down.  I found myself with a few
minutes during my free period and finally managed to look up Corey's
transcript.  Interesting.  Very interesting.  He had started out with the
tag of gifted for the first two years.  Then his grades had started down
and become very uneven.  Some subjects he did fair in and others he just
barely got by.  I started making lists to see if I could find a pattern.
Suddenly, I saw the thread.  He was poorest in classes that required good
reading skills.  When I thought about it I remembered that it seemed to
take him quite a while to read web pages.  I also realized the team reports
were written very simply.  His spoken vocabulary was good but maybe not so
with his written.  I would have to find out.
   When we got home, after picking up groceries and visiting with
Mrs. Downie, I decided to find out.  I'd picked out a roast as it would
take a while to cook and would give me time to do so.  Corey booted up the
computer to check eBay.
   He'd lost an auction and still had seven dollars to go so he started
looking for more clothes.  I started doing my grading.  It wasn't long
until he found an item he wanted.  He asked me to look and give my opinion.
I told him to read it to me as I was finishing filling in the grade sheet.
He didn't seem to want to but I insisted.  When I heard him read, I knew I
was right.  I'd just have to help him catch up with his classmates.  No
problem, at least I didn't think so.  I'd have to ask Mrs. Webb for advice
on what books to use but was sure she would help.  I finished up with my
work and checked the time.  Dinner would be late tonight as the roast still
had a little over an hour before it would be done.
   "Think we ought to go downstairs and have an appetizer before dinner?"
   He never said a word, just grinned, shut the computer down and we headed
that way.  Just as we stepped through the door, the damn phone rang.  I
debated but finally answered.
    It was Vince reminding me to pick up Corey's records to take with us on
Saturday.  We chatted a few minutes and hung up.
    I was just starting to undress when it rang again. Corey was already
stripped and my attention was on a certain part of his anatomy that I loved
but I answered again.
   It was Vern.  He wanted to know if Corey was here.  I told him yes.
Could he speak to him?  I handed Corey the phone and continued undressing.
By now, I had a physical problem.  They ached.  I hoped the call wouldn't
take long.  It didn't but when he hung up Corey looked crestfallen.
   "We'd better get dressed.  Vern and some scouts will be here in a couple
of minutes," he told me.
   It's times like this that I hope Mr. Bell has his eternal rest marred by
phone calls.  While the phone is handy, sometimes I think we'd be better
off without it.  I put my aching balls back in some briefs and we got
dressed and went upstairs.
   They showed up and I passed around soft drinks and handed Vern a beer.
Fred started his routine about dying of thirst because he didn't get one
and I told Vern one of these days I was going to pour enough beer down him
to drown him.  Vern said he'd help hold him.  Fred started yelling Now,
Now.  That kid is impossible.  I haven't figured out which is the worst,
Fred or Marty Logan.  I wish all kids were like them but sometimes wonder
what it would be like if both were in the same class.  Naaaa, I don't want
to even think about that.  None of us poor teachers could cope with that
combination.
   Vern let the scouts take over.  It seems they thought Corey ought to
join their troop.  After all, he'd enjoyed the overnight camp out and if he
joined he could go on other trips with them.
   Corey didn't know what to say.  I don't think he'd ever been included in
things before.  I could see he wanted to so suggested he ask his mother and
we left it at that.  They started telling Corey about all the fun things
they did and Vern and I talked about what we had to get done for the next
few activities.  When dinner was done they didn't leave but sat there
talking while Corey and I ate.  A couple of Scouts ate some with us.  At
that age they are bottomless garbage cans.  You can never fill them up.
   When I'd picked up after dinner, they finally left.  Corey was happy and
grinning.  I asked him why and he started in about how nice they all were.
He was all bubbly.  I decided to forgive them for leaving my balls aching
as I was sure in a few minutes we would solve that particular problem.
   When we got to the bedroom Corey started undressing.  I stopped him
after his shoes and told him I wanted to unwrap the package.  He waited
while I undressed and then I went over to him.  He was standing by the bed
and I gently slipped his shirt off.  I started trailing kisses across his
chest and nipples.  While doing that I carefully unbuttoned and unzipped
his jeans.  They slid down his legs to the floor.  I kneeled in front of
him and picked each foot up and removed it from them.  There he stood,
dressed only in a pair of red bikini briefs.  The shade of red went
perfectly with his fair complexion.  They were sheer and I could make out
his cock which was hard and leaking precum.  I rubbed my nose across the
small wet spot and sniffed.  He smelled so good I just had to lick that
spot a few times.  I could feel him lean into me when I did.  I looked up
at him
   "You're going to have to wash these."
   "You talk way too much."  I could see the smile on his face.
   I slipped my fingers under the waistband and pulled the front out.  My
goal sprang up and stood there. I could see the veins on the underside.
The pale blue lines showed up well against the pinkness of his skin. Each
time his heart beat, his cock gave a little twitch.  I licked it slowly,
starting at the base and moving toward the tip.  Each time I did, he swayed
toward me which caused more pressure on it.  I went ahead and slipped his
briefs down and lifting his feet, one at a time, removed them.  He looked
magnificent.  I licked his testicles.  They tasted slightly salty.  I was
hungry for him.  I picked him up and laid him on the bed.
   "Sixty nine, please?"  His voice was soft and husky.
   I obliged.  I started licking, only this time from the tip of his cock
to the base.  While I was doing that I could feel his warm tongue on the
tip of mine.  I took him in my mouth and undulated my tongue like I was
swallowing.  I could feel his response in the way he tongued me.  I drew my
head up and when only the head of his cock was in my mouth, I worked my
tongue across the tip where his slit was.  I could feel him do the same to
me.  It was instant feedback.  What I did, he did.  I knew by the response
whether he liked it.  If it was particularly pleasing his response was more
aggressive.  In a short while I could tell he was ready.  I stopped and
just held him in my mouth.  He slowed in his work on mine.  I raised my
head.
   "Slow down.  Let's make it last."
   When we calmed somewhat I started again.  I kept the pace slow.  Even so
my tonguing soon brought him up to a state of high arousal.  I stopped
again.  It seemed to take forever for his testicles to slowly sag from the
base of his cock.  I had almost put him over the edge.  I could feel his
warm breath blow across my testicles.  It was driving me nuts, no pun
intended.  I let his cock slip from my mouth.  It slapped against his
abdomen.
   I started licking his testicles again.  Then I sucked one of them into
my mouth.  As I applied pressure from my tongue, I could feel him squirm.
Then I was squirming because he was doing the same to me.  He applied just
enough pressure with his tongue and lips to be slightly painful.  God he
was good.  I let it slip out of my mouth and sucked in the other one.  He
mirrored my actions.  His mouth was so warm.  I felt like he was devouring
me.  By now I could feel my heart pound.  I knew I should slow down but I
didn't want to.  I now wanted to go on to that state of bliss, of
contentment, of joy.
   I let his testicle slip out of my mouth.  I raised my hand to my mouth
and stuck a finger in and coated it with saliva.  I moved it towards his
ass.  He drew his knees up along side my head to give me better access.  I
rubbed his ass with my finger and got more saliva.  Again I rubbed.  I
could feel him doing the same to me.  Another case of instant replay.  What
I did, he did a few seconds later.  We were perfectly in tune.  By now I
had a need to taste the seed of his loins.  When enough saliva made his ass
slick, I inserted my finger.  I could feel him push to open for it.  Then I
felt his finger.  By now I could only think of the pleasure that awaited
us.
   I started finger fucking him and sucking and tonguing his cock.  His
response set me on fire.  I could no longer control things.  I could feel
my heart race and the sweat run off me.  He started lunging, beating me by
a few heartbeats.  As his fluid filled my mouth I felt myself go over the
edge to that state of ecstasy known only at times like this.
   When it was over there was a contentment in me that could not be
described.  I turned around and lay beside him.  I held him tight to me
until our breathing slowed.  I slowly kissed him.  When we broke the kiss I
heard him say.
   "That was great."
   "You talk too much."  I kissed him again.

   To be continued.