Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 17:25:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sandy Hook, Ch. 9

This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are
under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex
between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the
characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional,
some of the places mentioned really do exist.

This story was originally supposed to end with chapter eight but I have
been asked to continue it. So as long as I can think of more fun for George
and Corey to have, I will try to write a few more chapters. Suggestions are
welcome. The guys in this story are into being safe because they want to
live a long time. So should you.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites
are allowed without the author's consent. As always, my thanks to the rest
of the Nifty Six and to Mike for their friendship and
encouragement. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.


>From Chapter 8

"You mean after all I did to you, you forgive me?"

"Yeah, Corey. There are a couple of things I forgive you for. And more than
a few I thank you for."

"Can I ask one more favor, George?"

"Knowing you and your 'favors', I'll just have to say it depends."

"I'd really like it if we could move my stuff into one of the extra
bedrooms, but I'd like it more if we could move me into your bedroom."

"Anything you say, Corey, you're the boss."


Chapter 9

George

Corey and I didn't have sex last night after we got him moved in. We just
cuddled in my king-sized bed and talked about nothing in particular for a
while. This morning I woke up spooning him, pressed tightly against his
back with my arms around him. I just lay there for a few minutes, my face
buried in his hair, inhaling his delicious scent.

"What's the point of having that big hardon if you're just gonna press it
against my butt? How about sticking it in me, George?"

I hadn't even realized he was awake but apparently he was raring to go.

"Yes, sir. Whatever you say. I'm getting good at following your orders
without question."

"Then hop to it, boy."

I rolled Corey over on his back, reached back to the nightstand and grabbed
the lube and a condom. I also grabbed a couple of those fresh breath strips
from a pack in the drawer and popped one in my mouth and one in Corey's to
kill our morning breath. I knelt between his thighs and looked down on
him. Corey looked so sweet and innocent. Aside from a minimal amount of
pubic hair he was as smooth as he had made me. He looked up at me through
half closed eyes and smiled.

"So are you going to fuck me or not?"

So much for innocence.

"Your wish is my command."

I nudged his legs apart a bit more and moved in closer to him. I applied
some lube to my fingers and worked it into his tight hole. He moaned
slightly as I finger fucked him. I unrolled the condom over my cock and
gave it a good coating of lube. I spread my knees apart and pulled him
toward me so that his thighs were resting on mine and bent my dick down
until the head was pressing against his hole. Then I leaned forward,
grabbed him at the waist with both hands and pulled him in to me, slowly
impaling him on my thick rod. He gasped a little as the head popped in but
offered no resistance. When I was completely buried in him I lifted him by
the waist and pulled his body up off the bed until he was sitting astride
my thighs, with my cock up his ass. I just held him tight in my arms for a
moment and kissed him.

"Oh God, it feels so good to have you inside me. You really fill me up."

"It feels even better to be inside you. Are you ready for a little ride?"

"Oh yeah, fuck me, stud."

I gently lowered Corey to the bed and wrapped his legs around my waist,
then began pulling him on and off my dick, thrusting my hips slightly in
rhythm. With each thrust his legs tightened their scissor grip on me,
pulling me into him more. I began pumping harder and faster trying to go
even deeper into him. Corey put some lube on his hand and started stroking
his dick in time to my pounding in his ass. As I shot my first volley I
thrust as hard as I could into him. He erupted with a spurt of cum that hit
him on the cheek. I continued draining my balls into the condom in his ass
as he shot his seed all over his chest. When we were both finished I just
sat there on my heels for a few seconds, still buried in that sweet butt,
lightly running my fingers up and down the outside of his thighs.

"Hey, that tickles."

"You're ticklish, Corey? You shouldn't have told me that. It gives me a
little power over you."

"No way, Georgie. You're not the dominant type. You may think you're having
your way with me but don't ever forget that I'm calling the shots here."

"Yeah, whatever you say."

We took a quick shower and got dressed for work.

"Remember, George, no underwear. You're still going commando."

"Oh come on, Corey."

"What can I say? I like the idea that your wonderful dick is only a thin
piece of material away. But don't worry; you don't have to throw out all of
your underwear. I'll let you wear some now and then."

Corey

Over breakfast George got a little more serious.

"We have to talk about what we might expect at the bank today."

"What do you mean, George? What's to expect?"

"Well, we did put on quite a show at the picnic yesterday. There's bound to
be some reaction, both personal and professional."

"But I explained and apologized for that. There shouldn't be any problems."

"Yeah, you did and I accepted your apology, but we didn't stick around to
see how everyone else reacted. I know that I'm a little nervous facing our
coworkers after being so exposed to them."

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Georgie. You looked fantastic getting
out of the pool. I'll bet the women were all hot for you and the men wished
they looked as good."

"That's not the point, Corey. The thing is, I was practically naked in
public."

"Yeah, but I made sure they knew that was my doing, not yours."

"They know the see-though trunks were your doing. But besides that, I was
looking pretty kinky. Nipple rings, cock ring, shaved pubes. They must be
wondering what kind of pervert I really am."

"Nah, I think that just makes you a little more interesting and fun."

"Whatever, I'll have to deal with it. But I hope you know that you may be
in a little trouble as well."

"But I explained that it was just a stupid prank."

"Yeah, but you still exposed me in front of all of those women and
kids. Lots of people might be upset about that. You can't undo something
just by saying you're sorry."

"You don't think they'll fire me, do you?"

"I doubt it, but I do think you'll be hearing from Ms. Harrison today."

"Well, that's something I'll have to deal with. I guess I really didn't
think things through."

"No, you didn't, Corey."

George

Corey doesn't seem to understand how his little game may affect both of our
lives. In spite of the way he's taken charge of our sex life the past week
and all of the kinky stuff he's come up with, he really is still a kid in a
lot of respects. He does like to be in control and I'm surprised to find
out that I kind of enjoy that at times, but now that the blackmail is over
and this is a more consensual relationship, maybe I can provide a little of
the restraint that he's lacking.

"Aside from the scene at the picnic, we have to decide how we're going to
handle everything else at work, Cor."

"I don't follow you. What else?"

"You living here. I mean, I'm out to everyone but you aren't. Do we want
everyone to know you're here? And do we want them to know what our
relationship is?"

'I see what you mean. I've only told Anita and Sharon I'm gay. They're
cool, but I don't know if I want the others to know yet. I'm not as brave
as you."

"You mean Richard doesn't know?"

"No, he's always kind of flirting with me, but it's more fun and I don't
have to respond seriously if he thinks I'm straight."

"I suppose we could hold off for a while on telling anyone that you've
moved in here. You can give the Post Office a change of address and your
mail will be forwarded for six months. And I could just change the phone
number in your personnel file from the old one to your cell phone."

"That works for me. And we can drive to work separately. No one has to
know."

"Okay, but keep in mind that this is only a temporary solution. I don't
want to make it look like we've got anything to hide. Besides, I'm your
boss. I'm not sure how the bank would look at a relationship like this and
it only looks worse if we try to keep it a secret."

"Funny, I never thought of you as my boss, even before I took charge of you
last week. I mean, Ms. Harrison's the manager and she acts like the
boss. But you don't order people around. You act more like you're trying to
help everyone than telling us what to do."

"Maybe that's why I've been with the bank over ten years longer than her
and she's the manager and I'm her assistant."

"Well, I think you're a better kind of boss any day."

"Are you sure that's not because I blow you in the supply room?"

"That sure doesn't hurt."

Corey

I stopped for a cup of tea and a bagel on the way to the bank to give
George a chance to get there a few minutes before me. This is really
stupid. Maybe we should just let everyone know that I've been evicted from
my apartment and I'm renting a room from George until I find a new
place. They don't have to know what Georgie and I do behind closed
doors. I'll talk to him about it tonight. I guess we should really wait a
few days to see what the fallout from my prank is, though.

George let me in the bank and we exchanged our usual greetings. I went over
to my window behind the counter and got ready for the day. A few minutes
after we opened George was going through some papers at his desk when
Ms. Harrison walked in. She stopped at his desk and they talked for a
minute, then she went on into her office. George went into the back, came
out carrying two coffee mugs and went into her office, closing the door
behind him.

"I'm surprised George let you in the door this morning after that stunt you
pulled yesterday. That was really mean, Corey."

Sharon and Anita were on either side of me and were also watching as George
disappeared into the office.

"Maybe it was, Sharon, but I just meant it as a joke. I thought it would be
funny."

"Playing a joke on a friend is one thing, but playing a joke on George when
everyone knows you don't like him is just nasty. I never thought you could
be that cruel."

"I do like him, Anita. I've really warmed up to him lately and he knows
it. We're getting to be friends. We had a long talk after the picnic."

"He's an amazingly nice guy. If he weren't he'd probably have you fired for
what you did. And Ms. Harrison might do it anyway. She's always seemed like
a real prude with no sense of humor."

"Yeah, as bad as yesterday was for George, I feel sorry for him right
now. God knows what's going on in that office."

"C'mon, ladies. You can't think that he could be in any trouble for what I
did. She knows it was all my fault."

"Oh, I'm sure he's not in any trouble. But George has a lot of pride. And
you stripped him in front of everyone. You not only exposed his body, but
also a sorta kinky side no one knew about. And now he's got to face her,
knowing she saw it all."

"He didn't look all that kinky, Sharon."

"That depends on what you're used to, Corey. I was surprised enough at the
rings through his nipples. I would never have thought George was into that
kind of thing. And then to see what he had and didn't have under the
trunks. I'm not into strange stuff like that but he sure has a hot
body. He's not the conservative middle-aged guy I thought he was."

"I'm sure he's not strange, Anita. Maybe he's just experimenting with
different kinds of stuff to see what he likes. Didn't you say he's recently
single after a long time in a relationship?"

"Maybe you're right, Corey. Maybe he's just opening up his mind and body to
new things. Actually, I can admire that in a guy his age, even if I'm not
into those things myself."


George

Barbara Harrison stopped at my desk on the way in. I wasn't surprised.

"Can I see you in my office for a few minutes, George? Why don't you bring
in some coffee?"

"Sure, Barbara, be right in."

I made a point of not looking in Corey's direction when I went to get the
coffee. After going into Barbara's office I lightly kicked the door shut
with my heel and placed the mugs on her desk She had already settled into
her big chair and I sat across from her. We both just looked at each other
for a minute, each sipping our coffee. She was an attractive brunette in
her late thirties, short wavy hair always in place, as always impeccably
dressed in a business suit.

"There's more to you than meets the eye, George."

"I'm sure that's true of most people."

"Yes, you're probably right. Very few people show the world everything
inside them. I know I don't. But you certainly showed us quite a bit
yesterday."

"Not all my own doing, and not on purpose."

"Yes, I heard Corey's little speech. Of course, what you wear is your own
business, but it might be better in the future to be a bit more discreet at
bank functions. I'm not talking about what you thought wouldn't be seen,
George. But you might consider leaving home the rings on your chest next
time. People were talking about them before Corey's little prank."

"To be honest, Barbara, I forgot about them. I wouldn't have worn them if
I'd thought about it."

"Well, it's up to you. I just wanted to mention it. Now, as far as Corey
goes, what do you think we should do about him?"

"I've had a long talk with him and explained how I feel about what he
did. I also pointed out the impropriety of doing something like that in
front of that type of crowd. I think he now realizes how wrong he was."

"How could he have possibly thought that was an acceptable thing to do?'

"He's young, Barbara. And more than a little immature. At his age he
probably doesn't think the same way we do about nudity. And he obviously
doesn't think through the consequences of his actions. But I think he may
have learned a lesson from this."

"I realize that he's young. But his position is a very responsible one. And
people like their banks to be conservative and dignified places. I have to
be sure that he understands how his actions reflect on the bank."

"I've already talked to him about that and I think he's beginning to
understand, but I think it would help if you talked to him as well. He
respects me but I think he fears you. We might as well hit him with
everything we've got."

Barbara smiled at that.

"Okay, send him in. I'll throw a scare into him, slap him on the wrists and
send him back to work. Are you sure you're okay with all of this, George?
That must have been a pretty humiliating experience."

"Yeah, it was. But as soon as it was over, I got over it. You can't undo
what's been done; only try to make sure it doesn't happen again. And I
don't think Corey's going to do anything like that again."

"Well, as long as you're sure, George."

I can't be sure Corey won't ever humiliate me again. In fact, I can
probably be sure that he will. But at least it won't ever be at the bank.

Corey

George was in there quite a while. He came out with a serious look on his
face and walked over to my window.

"Ms. Harrison would like to see you in her office when you get a chance."

"Everything's okay, isn't it, George?"

He just shrugged, turned around and went back to his desk. Oh shit!

"I told you that you were in trouble, boy."

"Oh shut up, Anita, maybe it's okay."

It's gotta be okay. I need this job. And I want to be with George. I walked
across the room to Ms. Harrison's office and hesitated in the doorway.

"Come on in, Corey. Close the door and have a seat."

She looked very stern and immediately launched into a long lecture on
responsibility, propriety and the dignity of the bank. Her voice was even
but she really looked pissed.

"When I came in here this morning I had made up my mind to fire you. Not
only was what you did lewd, but you embarrassed one of your superiors in
front of his staff and embarrassed many of them as well. It's only because
George has vouched for you and asked me to give you another chance that you
still have a job. I hope you appreciate what a good man he is and how lucky
you are."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm beginning to realize that."

"Then I suggest you go out there and thank him and then get back to work."

"Yes, Ma'am."

George was standing by Betty's desk talking to her when I opened the
door. I walked over to him, put my arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Thanks, George."

"What's with the tears? Are you crying, Corey?"

"Naw, I just got something in my eye."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."