Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 18:56:42 -0600 From: Robert Just Robert Subject: Cory-Part Three Cory Part Three Try as I might I could not get that kid out of my head as I went through each day. My life became Cory. In the mornings I got him up and drove him to school, in the afternoons I picked him up, sometimes giving his friend Ron a ride as well. I made sure he did his homework, fed him and we usually watched TV or just chatted till bedtime. Cory insisted that I sleep in the same bed, my bed, and got really upset when I suggested otherwise. It was probably the happiest I had been in a very long time, but the happiness was mixed with anguish as well. I was almost 50 years old, and suddenly I found myself falling desperately in love with a boy who wasn't even old enough to drive. He loved me too, I knew that, but his love was pure, the love for someone who had taken him from harms way and given him a new beginning. I forced myself to believe that that would be enough, and was all I had a right to expect. I kept my feelings to myself for the most part, though I was not shy about giving him a hug when he needed it, and he seemed to have an endless need. Nor was he shy, he often would pile down on the couch beside me and end up with his head in my lap or his feet, which I would rub while he drifted in and out of sleep. To someone who has loved as I have loved, what we had seemed very promising, except for one thing. I could never take advantage of this sweet innocent boy. I could never confuse his gratitude for something else, something almost dark and sinister as I thought about it. I could never love him in the carnal way, for to do so would be to violate everything I believed in. So I went through each day, a torment in my soul , but happy just to have him in my life. Cory was excited as I picked him up one Friday afternoon. He was barely in the car and was struggling with his seat belt, when he grinned at me and began. "Guess what? I bet you can't guess in a million years. Guess who is going to sing a solo at the Choral Festival next month? Go on guess." He grinned like a little boy who had just eaten the last cookie. "Hmm, let's see." I said mocking his enthusiasm with my wit. "Is it a girl or a boy?" "A boy silly, it's me. I'm gonna sing a solo. Oh my god, I'm so excited. I hope I'm good enough. I got to rehearse every day after school, so I'll be late. Is that okay?" His excitement was contagious. I felt near tears just thinking about how important this was to him, and how his father had tried to deny him the pleasure of it. I was glad when he had joined Choral Club again at my gentle urging. His voice was a wondrous instrument, and I wanted others to hear how special it was. Now he would have his chance. "That's great Cor (a pet name he allowed me to call him). Whatever works for you, works for me. I'm so proud of you. I know you will be great." I smiled and patted his leg and he took my hand suddenly and held it tightly. He smiled at me and took a deep breath, then he looked suddenly sad. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd never have got to do this. Thank you.....thanks...really." He said almost in a whisper. "I just want you to be happy. But, you really have a great talent in your voice and I'd hate to see it go to waste. I know there are great things ahead for you." He nodded and remained silent the rest of the way home, deep in his thoughts. I was trapped in my own thoughts as well, and welcomed the quiet. Sometimes his beauty and the intensity of his soul were almost too much to endure. To have him so close, yet beyond my reach. But, I was being selfish and unreasonable. I had no right to think this way, yet deep within burned a desire I could not deny. It took all my strength to turn back the monsters that reaped their terror upon my soul. That evening was an especially blissful one for me, Cory seemed somehow unsure of himself and clung to me as if I were his lifeline. I could scarcely make a move that he was not underfoot, but how I loved his clinging. It made me feel needed, I was the protector, the provider and once more important. We sat on the couch and as usual he wound up stretched out, his head in my lap and we talked. He told me of his childhood, how his mother used to sing to him and run her fingers through his hair until he slept. His father back then was different, he told me. He was loving, yet strong and nurturing. With great sadness he told me that had all changed when his mother had died. As if a cloud had passed over his face, I saw his emotions change. In his head, in his soul, he was reliving some horrible event that he could not verbalize. I wanted so badly to take him in my arms and sweep that pain away, but I felt helpless, consumed by my own sorrow. Instead I began almost unconsciously to run my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and I saw another change come over his face, one of serenity and acceptance. His words were barely audible, but I could see his lips form the words and my heart fluttered with joy. "I love you." "I love you." I whispered. "Rest now, and tomorrow will be a new day." *************************************************************************** Music to his ears The days passed quickly for us, Cory deep in his music and spending almost every free moment with me. It was almost too wonderful to comprehend, but I felt some guilt for not encouraging him to see more of his friends. He seemed to be doing much better, seldom sad as he had been in the first few weeks of his stay and he was excited not only about the choral event , but also his upcoming birthday. The Choral Club held the annual festival just before spring break and Cory's birthday would fall the week of spring break. I was planning to take off a few days and promised Cory we would take some short trips and spend some quality time together. He seemed very excited by the prospect of doing anything outside his usual daily activities and I was ready for some much needed distraction as well. So as we went into the final week we were both anxious and excited. The Choral Festival was magnificent, if only because Cory was the star attraction. I was overcome with emotion as he sang, his wonderful voice climbing to new heights and swelling, unfaltering as everyone in the auditorium was mesmerized by his singing. The roar of applause was deafening and he received a standing ovation, unheard of in a high school production. The students as well as the parents seemed genuinely moved by his voice and I wondered if he really understood what a gift he possessed. As the gathering broke up, I made my way to the stage to find Cory surrounded by his fans. I chuckled as I watched him soaking up the attention and adoration, but still managing to keep his level disposition. When he caught sight of me he managed to break away and came over to me, grinning shyly. "Well, maestro." I began smiling warmly. "I see your public has found you." He blushed and smiled shyly. "Awww, be good. I'm just being nice. They all made a big deal out of it." "Probably because it is a big deal. In all my life, I have never heard a more beautiful voice. If I had your voice, I'm afraid I would never shut up." He grabbed my arm playfully, but was interrupted by his two friends coming up suddenly, grabbing him and joking about his singing. He took it all in stride and suddenly he looked at me with inquiring eyes. "Can Ron and Tony come over for a while tonight. We don't have school tomorrow." "Fine with me, it it's fine with their parents." I said agreeably. "It's cool. They already basked, I umm...told em it would be cool." He beamed. I chuckled. "Well, I don't know why you even ask." So I had a car full of boys as I drove us back to our apartment and I ordered pizzas and break sticks for six, figuring that was about right for three boys and one dieting oldie. The pizza arrived hot and fresh in about 45 minutes, twice as long as it took the boys to devour it. I managed to grab a couple of pieces before the eating machines got to them, and made my way to the living room, giving them free roam of the dining area. Ron whom I knew from taking him home occasionally was a happy young man, very polite but not offensively so. Tony on the other hand I barely knew, and it took a while for him to warm up to me, but when he did it was like we had known each other a lifetime. He paid me the ultimate compliment by telling me I didn't act like an old dude. He blushed and tried to pull his foot out of his mouth, but I was not offended. I understood, it was exactly how I described myself. The statement, "You are only as old as you feel", was perfectly clear to me. I felt 17 again and I had Cory to thank for that. We enjoyed each other's company and around ten Cory sprung his second surprise on me, both boys had been invited to sleep over. I was not upset, just surprised, since neither had brought any clothes or sleeping needs. Cory explained. The three of them could easily fit in my bed, and if I didn't mind, I could sleep on the couch tonight. I think as he said this, he realized he was admitting that my spending the night on the couch was not the norm. But if it bothered either of his friends, they were'nt showing it. I shrugged, told him that was cool and rounded up some bedding for the couch. Cory took a shower and came out dressed in only boxers and lent his buddies some as well. The other two showered separately and returned to the living room dressed in their borrowed boxers. It was literally all I could do not to stare with my mouth hanging open. If ever their were three more beautiful, desirable males in one place, I can't imagine it. I was drunk with their fragrance and the sight of their hard teenage bodies. Both of Cory's friends seemed to be packing very adequate equipment between their hard muscular legs and they positively reeked of sexuality. I felt consumed with my own pressing need, and excused myself to shower and jerk off as I pictured their perfect bodies in my mind's eye. *************************************************************************** Cory I can't belive how easy it is to do stuff around Bob, he never gives me any hassle, but I don't ask for crazy stuff. Like asking Ron and Tony over, I knew he would be cool with it, but I really should have ask him first. My dad would have gotten pissed and all hateful, but Bob was nothing like my dad. Ron and Tony have been like my best buds for a while now, and yes....I admit it...I love em both. But, maybe I love Ron just a little more, in fact I am freaking crazy for him. If Bob don't do something soon to help me get over this being a virgin thing then I am going to see if Ron will. I think he likes me the same way I like him, but I get all weird when I think about saying stuff to him or heaven forbid, doin stuff. He is hot. My god, I just said a dude was hot, I guess I'm really gay, but Bob makes me feel like that's okay. I'm not afraid of being who I am anymore, I just don't want to like scream it from the rooftops, at least not yet. So, anyway here I am laying in bed with my two best buds, I'm in the middle and Ron in on my right and Tony on my left. I know Tony is a really deep sleeper. His dad used to say that he could sleep during a tornado and wake up in Kansas if he wasn't careful. But, Ron I knew from sleeping over at his house a couple of times was a very light sleeper. When I slept over at Ron's we usually shared his full size bed, or I slept on the couch in the den. But, at Tony's I always slept in the floor, cause Tony only has a twin size bed and he fills it pretty much up. But, I've seen both of em naked, I mean after showers and stuff and when changing clothes. It's not like we go around flashing each other, but we're best buds so it cool to see your bud's dick now and then. We were laying there just wearing our boxers, well actually my boxers cause I lent them a pair after they showered. I was not really all that tired, but I was anxious to get into bed, just to be near Ron even if nothing happened. Tony was out pretty quick, and snoring loudly as I lay there in the dark wondering what Ron was thinking. I could hear him breathing softly and I could feel the heat of his leg almost touching mine. I stretched and yawned and moved my leg a fraction of an inch and "bingo" I was touching Ron's leg. Little shocks of electricity ran through me and I strained to feel every squared inch of flesh that was touching his. My dick got instantly hard and I moved my hand down to kind of cover it and keep it hard. I wanted to grab it and jerk it, but I didn't want my buds, especially Ron to know I was jerking in bed with em. Ron was breathing kind of regular now, but he never snores so it's hard to tell when he is asleep. I wanted to go to sleep but, my heart was beating so fast that I knew there was no way I was gonna, at least not until I had touched him or something. Suddenly Ron moved, sorta turning toward me half up on his side and he was touching me everywhere along my side now. I couldn't breath at first, I was so excited. Then I made myself calm down and I took in all of it. His foot was spooned under mine and touching the bottom so softly that it tickled. His leg was sort of on top of mine and I felt the soft heat of his flesh pushing down on me, making my cock throb with every breath I took. Then suddenly I realized that I felt a hardness against my thigh. I strained to feel, and then I knew. His hard on was touching my leg and it was hot and throbbing, almost in time with my own. My hand was pinned beneath him on that side and I could feel his soft, firm flesh and my fingers were curling around the curve of his leg. I was in heaven. I don't know how long we lay there like that, but If my arm wasn't falling asleep I would have gladly lay there all night. But what happened next was even better. He made a sort of noise, like he was taking in a deep breath and he rolled over onto his side completely, facing me. As he did his hard on fell right into my hand. I freaked at first. What if he woke up and found my hand on his cock. Would he think I was coping a feel? Would he hate me? At that moment I didn't think so. I had his dick in my hand and I was gonna feel it for as long as he let me. I let my fingers curl around it, feeling the spongy head and the veiny shaft. The boxers he was wearing were thin and it was almost like I was touching his bare flesh there. I wanted it out though, so I could feel the hot, smoothness of his dick. I fished around and found the opening and gently worked my hand in to the fly. "Bingo" I had contact. His cock was hot and moist, as I was sure mine was by now. I was dripping big time just from being so close to Ron's hot body and his dick was slick with his own juice. I let my hand close around it and I began gently moving my fingers up and down as much as I could in that position. I could hear him breathing softly, his face was so close to mine that I could smell the toothpaste on his breath. I opened my eyes for the first time and looked over at him. When I saw Ron's eyes open and his smile, I knew he was not asleep and he was liking what I was doing. I smiled back, but I was a freaking case of nerves. Now I had done it, I was holding my best bud's cock in my hand and now he had to know I was queer for him. But, what if he was awake the whole time, when he rolled that piece of meat into my hand. Maybe he was as hot for me to touch him as I. Anyway, I figured the damage was done. I knew and I wasn't gonna stop unless he made me. Suddenly he pulled away and my heart sank big time. I was afraid he was gonna get up and leave, but he was moving down on the bed under the covers. I knew what he was gonna do as soon as he got down there, so I wasn't surprised when I felt his hands pulling at my boxers. I wasn't surprised when I felt his hot breath on my thighs, but nothing could have prepared me for the electric shock of his hot wet mouth swallowing my hard dick. I thought I would die at that moment, but I didn't care. If this was what gay sex felt like, hell I had wasted too much time already. Bring it on. I think I was moaning, but I wasn't sure, all I knew was that he had my dick in his mouth and his tongue was going places I didn't think were possible. My balls were bouncing up and down as he bobbed up and down on my weenie and they felt like they were ready to explode. I don't know how I kept from nutting in his mouth right then, but I kept thinking of non-sexual stuff just to hold out. I never wanted this ride to end, and I was hanging on as long as I could. His hands had moved to my belly and he was fingering my belly button and it was driving me wild. Then he let his long smooth arms glide up my chest till he was pinching my two hard little nipples and that was all my throbbing boy bologna could take. I cried out, and said something like "Man better get off, I'm gonna nut." but, If he heard me he didn't care, because he just sucked harder and faster, and I Blew my wad right there in his mouth. My balls ached from draining so fast and I think he was up to his eyes in my jiz. He was swallowing it as fast as I shot it out and he had stopped moving up and down on my dick, which was good, cause it was really sensitive after I get my rocks off. He was just holding in his mouth with a gentle suction on it and it was throbbing big time as my nuts emptied. Finally the last drop was out and he had licked it off before moving back up beside me. I was exhausted, but he's done all the work. He had a shit-eating grin on his face and I wanted to kiss him so bad, but I was chicken shit. My heart was still pounding, but I felt a little better after a couple of minutes and decided I needed to return the favor. I knew Tony was out like a light and nothing we could do would disturb him, but it was still a little weird. I managed to get down between Ron's legs as he watched me curiously and I was sorta hanging off the bed, under the covers. I could smell his dick before I ever got near it and it smelled great. Just smelling it made my own wood pop up again and I was grinding my boner into the bed as I pulled down his boxers and popped his dick into my mouth. I had dreamed of this moment for a long time, but when it came I was less than perfect. My teeth kept getting in the way, but Ron never complained. Finally I got what I thought was a rhythm going and I was bobbing up and down using my tongue sorta like he had on mine. He must have liked it cause he was grabbing my head and guiding me real gently. He wasn't like trying to ram it down my throat or anything, just holding me and letting me move at my own pace. I love how his dick tasted. I was afraid it would he yucky or slimy and I would gag, but I actually liked it. I liked the smell a bunch too and I was breathing all that musky dick odor in and it was like some kind of drug to me. I was on fire with lust, little Cory Michaels was a f...... sex machine. I was playing with his balls as I sucked and I got this urge to taste them. I let his dick slip out of my mouth and he acted confused, but when I started licking his nut sack he was squirming and moaning. I liked that I was having that effect on him so I got daring and popped one of those walnuts in my mouth. I know how sensitive my nuts are, so I knew I had to be careful, but he was going crazy. He was twisting around and I got really bold and took the other one in too. I must have looked like some crazy gopher with my cheeks full of his nuts, but it was awesome. I held his manhood in my aching mouth for that moment and I was crazy again with lust. I wanted him to nut in my mouth like I had done in his, so letting his family jewels fall back between his legs I swallowed his dick again. I was sucking like mad now and my hands were all over him feeling every inch of his hot flesh. He was grinding my face and twisting the sheets up into his hands and moaning so loud I was afraid Bob would hear us. But I knew even if Bob did hear, he wouldn't come in. He was cool and he would figure out what was going on and we'd talk about it later, but he wouldn't spoil it for me, he was too cool for that. I had my hands on Ron's ass now, and it was fine. His butt was something to see and even better to feel. His ass was like two balls, soft and warm and I held em in my hands as I rammed his cock all the way down my throat. He bucked up and cried out softly and I felt the first wave of his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was as ready as I'd ever be and I drank it down as quickly as he gave it, letting it splash across my tongue and liking the taste. Man, his nuts were full. He nutted forever and I just kept drinking it down and finally he fell back down and got so quiet I was afraid I had killed him. He was smiling and his eyes were closed as I crawled back up beside him, but I was afraid to touch him. Funny, I had just had his dick and his nuts in my mouth and his ass in my hands, but I was afraid to touch him above the waist. I guess he could see that I was feeling weird or something and he took the first step. That's when he kissed me. He leaned in real slowly and I closed my eyes. I could feel his warm breath on my face and I knew what he was gonna do and I wanted it so badly I ached. When his soft lips touched mine, I almost freaked. I wanted to grab him and put my tongue down his throat, but fortunately I let him lead. He was (and is) the greatest kisser I have ever known. Not that I've kissed that much, but I mean it was awesome. His lips were like two lively little pieces of flesh that pressed against mine and I tingled all the way down to my toes. When he introduced him tongue to my starving mouth my own tongue came out to play and they danced together, first in my mouth, then in his. We were swapping so much spit, it was hard to tell where I began and he ended. My dick which had been hard again the whole time I was sucking his dick was pressing against him now, as our bodies came together. We wrapped our arms around each other and held each other tight, grinding our hard dicks together as we kissed for what seemed like hours. We managed to get off a second time like that rubbing our hard dicks together as we kissed and we were a sticky mess when we finally broke it up and fell asleep. The next morning I awoke with crusty pubes and needed to pee really bad. I looked over at Ron and he was sleeping like a baby. Tony was awake and staring at me really funny. I blushed and wondered what was up with him , then he spoke and I knew. "Bout time you guys did it. I thought I was gonna have to force you two together." He said smugly. I was left staring after him as he got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned I was still in shock. "Close you mouth, the flies will get in. It's all good you all....it's coo." He winked and piled down beside me and I got up quickly and went off to the bathroom to pee. When I came back Ron was awake and waiting for his turn at the bathroom. His boxers were in the same state as mine and he decided to take a shower before returning. This gave Tony and me time to talk. "Were you watching us?" I demanded to know. "Nah, just the end...I sleep pretty sound you know. I could feel the bed shaking and I could hear lover boy moaning. I know he is a noisy one." He laughed softly. "Don't be such a prude. If it's any help, we've done it too. It's no big deal. We don't know if we're gay, we just like doing it, okay." Tony seemed to have a need to explain the reasons for his sexual actions, but I knew mine were exactly what they looked like, I dug guys. "Geeeezz..I'm so embarrassed." I said hiding my face. "Bare-assed is right." Ron said sneaking in suddenly and closing the door behind him. "Did you know he knew?" I ask innocently. "Not really, but I didn't care. Hell he could have joined us for all I care." He looked at me with sudden compassion. "Hey, it's cool. No body got hurt. I had a good time, you had a good time. What's the prob?" I shrugged. "Nothing I guess. I...it's just ......well you could have told me about you guys doing it. It would have saved me a lot of grief. Sheesh, I been wanting to do this stuff for a long time." "Well, now you know and we know, and it's all cool. Next time it will be the three musketeers." He grinned evilly and I thought about how hot that sounded. I grinned and threw a pillow at them as I headed to the bathroom to wash the crusty cum off my body. End of part three....hey, thanks a bunch for the positive comments...keep on writing, you are my inspiration.