Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2022 22:00:13 -0500 From: James Jenkins Subject: Corey All Fired Up Revision The usual disclaimers apply. This is a one-off story involving a boy engaging in masturbation and fingering himself. If it is illegal for you to read this story, then please don?t. If not, then please do and enjoy. Questions/comments: james.jenkins2015@yandex.com. I love to hear what my readers think. Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Corey All Fired Up Copyright James Jenkins 2022 Leaning against a wooden bench Corey Nichols took a sip of Gatorade and waited for his breathing to settle. I feel super pumped now! The sunny-blonde haired 12-year-old thought to himself, but he was going to have to find a new spot. The park was way too crowded to go roller blading through. Even though it wasn?t yet five o'clock he'd come across eight people already! It was a shame really the more it weighed on him. It was a cool place anybody could let go and forget about worrisome stuff for a few hours. The vibrant and bola array of late autumn colors were a feast for the eyes in the early evening sunlight -- especially those around the edges of the pond. But even at this hour people walked along the finely paved stone paths unknowingly bothering Corey with their stupid inattention to move out of the way and condescending grins. Corey couldn?t stand them. He was sick at their half-hearted consideration and neglect. The way their mouths conveyed expressions, but their eyes didn't as if they were walking and yapping robots too invested in their iPhones and tablets to bother with the real world itself. It was all a universal show, like most of the relationships were between people since the pandemic struck the world. He was desperate to tell them that he didn't need their fake comments or flattering looks -- that they were idiots wasting their time and breath. But that would force Corey to stop and bear his soul to the point of rambling; something he hated doing as it made him look dumb sometimes. Pushing it out of mind, Corey concentrated 100% on enjoying life as a boy could while pushing himself that extra mile, feeling the drive and most of all, ignoring the crap that made him feel powerless. By that, he wasn?t thinking about physical pain, he was dealing with a more private and emotional one. From the drudging PTA meetings, he mocked about with friends, he knew most of the helpful advice parents would give to kids nearing puberty. But this seemed to be the least troublesome outlet. When life took a turn for the worst some kids were taken to guidance counsellors or turned to online games and drugs. Corey chose to roller blade instead. The best thing about it is it?s a sacred pass time-all for him. There was no need to bother with anyone unless you really wanted company -- plus it made no mental demands or involved pressure of team sports. Just strength of will and heart plus just the right level of stamina. All things that Corey had thanks to his active performance in Phys Ed and weekend Nerf wars with friends. While many kids never took well to the wild change to life itself Corey wasn?t one to complain, but to readapt to daily life as a whole and get used to a routine that was almost pure isolation the way he had a year ago took real nerve... or whatever people nowadays consider it. That and something life-changingly nerve-racking to springboard it. Pushing off from the bench, Corey set off in the direction of the skate park focusing on nothing else beyond flying past the crowds going zigzag past anyone in front of him. Pretty much like a star ship blaster game in real life. By the time Corey got there he was wiped out, having skated round the park three times already. Aching from head to foot and feeling like a boulder as he sagged against a nearby oak tree, panting like an Olympic athlete. (Not that he thought of being one but wished he looked cooler!) Whose gonna notice though? Corey wasn't there to get public attention. As far as he was concerned, what anyone thought of him in the physical department didn?t mean shit ...however, sometimes it did matter. Suddenly Corey felt a cramp in his left leg, underneath his kneecap. The bowl-cut haired boy hissed sharply and squatted on the mossy ground, extending his pale leg slowly. Acting fast, he flexed the strained muscles and through swift thinking focused on massaging it to disperse the splitting pain, he sighed in relief. While his legs still felt like rubber annoyingly making it hard to stand up. Corey made a bold effort to coax them to life when two slender looking black-haired 8th grade girls trotted by giggling at the expression on his face not to mention his sweaty and dirt-covered clothing. His warm and lingering B.O. smell and skin-tight jeans and red polo shirt must?ve given the girls some very fun thoughts, as they continued to laugh among themselves before disappearing into the crowd walking up the opposite end of the path. Corey turned away and wondered at their stupid perverted giddiness. To them picking on kids at the most awkward of times was a game. Without making themselves feel cool in that way they'd probably become attention whores much sooner. You?re in the same camp, right? Corey?s subconscious pointed out to his chagrin. Yeah right! The boy thought, scoffing while shrugging his shoulders. Corey tried very hard to be himself while also wanting people to take notice. Just not in the same way that most kids felt they could get it. Since COVID took the world by storm, Corey had been working his way up through the shifting scales of personal and virtual daily life, making the right friendships as his parents would?ve called them while still filling his days between RPGs and watching Anime. Without him he and his pals would?ve never kicked ass in the last Fortnite battle the engaged in the previous week and his friend Eddy wouldn?t have passed their Social Studies test without his notes. Not one to brag, but his friends had a lot to thank him for. Corey was sure beyond a doubt, didn't get where he was by sleeping through class or selling test answers outside of school! Sporting a deviant smirk, Corey sat down on the first vacant bench he saw and wiped the sweat away from his blue eyes. Normally he was somewhat self-conscious at looking drained in front of others (the kid lived and breathed cleanliness to a degree.) But Corey figured it was most likely an incoming wave of confidence at the thought of this morning's soccer game combined with a veiled air of voyeurism at checking out the maturing bodies of his teammates. The boy turned on his iPhone playlist and ironically the sounds of a BTS song filled his ear buds. Instead of changing songs as he would usually do, Corey readjusted his helmet, looked in the window of a blue Ferrari parked on the curb and mussed his sweaty yellow hair. Corey grinned and gave a little rebellious grin, feeling as though he was back in school again and scored an A on his Math test. Why am I on fire today? He was damned if he knew. With a nervous giggle Corey checked his ibox for any missed text messages with a rejuvenated breath skated away cutting a swathe noisily on the sidewalk. Time to go home, get showered and claim what was his -- the high-ranking champion seat in Guild Wars 2. Once home Corey checked his messages (which took less than four seconds as there were none that he missed) and then headed upstairs for the shower, leaving his skates and helmet near the front door. His bathroom was messy just like everything else in a twelve-year-old?s life. No matter how many times his parents made him clean it, there was always a towel lying somewhere or soapy residue on the countertop. Corey saw that sort of thing as a waste of time and kind of like being dirty in that regard. That's not to say Corey didn't enjoy showering. It was awesome to wash off, but all he needed were his own two hands and some shampoo. Not the latest brand fragrance that would advertise countless times a day on TV and Youtube. With his parents busy schedules, being self-reliant had become second nature to Corey. He could take care of himself, which was what I he continued to do standing beneath the steaming stainless steel shower head. Corey didn't have time for much, as his online campaign was scheduled for 7:21 PM. He?d have to make it quick, in and out -- a stress reliever was certainly better than nothing. He sighed and worked the rich blue shampoo into a lather using the shimmering clear bubbles to soap up his slim body, allowing his hands slide easily over his chest and hips without reluctance. Using the soft tips of his fingers, Corey tested the firmness of his piqued cock peeking outward and the slickness of his back door. Unfortunately, the water had washed away most of the suds, yet he wrapped a hand round the base of his pink dick and slipped a starship Enterprise-worthy finger inside and moved both around gently. Corey found it a mind-blowingly incredible synchronized beat. In a beat he decided to turn around and lean forward so that the shower head was directed over the hairless expanse of his chest and nipples. That way they were paid some attention too, and the water wouldn?t be able to wash away one of his favorite types of lube. That felt sick. Those multiple points of hitting the right nerves raised his dick and nipples to attention like soldiers. Looking down Corey watched the water trickle from his sparsely haired pink nut sacks, and imagined someone crouched beneath smelling them like perfume, then suckling him tenderly with their lips and gliding their tongue over them. He touched his right testicle as if it were a rubber ball. He didn?t fear to laugh out loud, as there was nobody there. More animated at this point, Corey brought his hand back up towards his nose, giving his fingers a deep whiff as he took in their still musky aroma. Corey groaned as his cock quivered in response, releasing a teasing trickle of water onto his right thigh. He loved that feeling of unstoppable heat spreading from the nucleus of his arousal. It mimicked the feeling of gooey cum flying out from his impatient hard pussy. It was a bummer as that hadn't happened since early in the morning and Corey had to admit that he missed the power of it. He jerked his member again and pushed a second finger between his hot, moist inner walls and imagined it to be the thrust of one of his buddies cocks. Licking his lips with eyes closed, he could almost imagine free hanging balls slapping up against him, cute and ripe with their own cherished load to launch. While he would?ve given anything for the actual thrill, Corey never felt bad getting stiff wind over a classmate or favorite KPOP idols. "Fuck me," Corey whispered splaying out his legs and increasing his jerks. Meanwhile his fingers on the opposite hand pushed in and out making gushy, slickened, and perverted noises. Smiling as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined what his ass might feel like to another boy -- what he would be feeling as he ploughed his way into Corey?s soft, toaster-hot, near-exploding rosebud. Corey wondered how quickly he could make his lover ejaculate. He licked his lips voraciously at the thought of it. Corey pulled out his fingers for a moment and smiled at the bead of icing-like juice that rolled down towards the end of his fingertips stroking his meat. He held them up for a few seconds more to let the sticky fluid gather whilst he circled his nut sack languidly with the other hand. Taking one last look at the faint yet evident pre-cum on his fingers, Corey plunged them inside as deeply as they?d go and returned to beating off, thinking about the other boy?s growing balls pressed up against his pure softness, pumping him until he?d literally see flashes in thin air. The boy groaned contentedly and rode the wave of pleasure, scissoring my fingers as Corey came forcefully. With the water now running cold, he sighed with melancholy as he finished his shower then wandered into his bedroom clutching a white towel about him as he thought about what to wear before logging onto the forum...