Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 15:38:25 -0600
From: Robert Just Robert <kewl_dad_1@msn.com>
Subject: cory chapter 9

Cory
Chapter 9
Fame and Fortune

	The cd was a big success, the boys were booked on every talk show, every
music show and finally on MTV. I was forced to quit my full time job, and I
became their official manager. I tried to think of it as a business
arrangement but I couldn't keep from feeling like a kept man. In the end I
decided that was alright. I had worked hard all my life and when Cory had
had no one, had had nothing, I was there for him and now I was being paid
back. Well, it's easy to deceive yourself when you're in love and that is
exactly what I was. I had fallen head over heals in love with Tony and for
the time being he was my "boy". I never once believed I could hold onto him
forever, he was too good for an old queer like me but, I was going to love
him while I could.
	Frank and Toby had done the deed that night after the party and if Toby was
bothered by our weird cross-generational sex he never showed it. He and
Frank became close but Frank swears to this day that they only had sex that
one night. He said Toby was just curious, and while he had enjoyed it, he
still liked girls. That part was easy to believe, because he was surrounded
by sweet, sexy teenage girls everywhere he went. Once I caught him in the
dressing room with his dick in some little blonde's mouth and though she
reacted in horror, he just smiled and gave me the thumb's up. I backed out
quickly and left them to their little tryst.
	Cory and Ron spent most of their free time in each other's company.Their
love had grown by leaps and bounds to enormous proportions. I felt a little
pang of loss and jealousy at first, but I had Tony and the love of all the
boys. Frank soon gave up his job as well, we were two kept men living
beneath the shadow of our boy band. We traveled to places we would never
have been able to before and we had the time of our lives. The hardest part
was keeping our private lives, private. The reporters seemed hell bent on
knowing everything but, they really had no clue what our private lives were
like. What they had, what they reported was p.r. invented my us, innocent
doles of teeny bopper flare that was palatable to the screaming teen girls
who comprised most of the listening audience. Of course there were the boys
too; the gay or curious or bi teen boys and men who saw the group as
something different. Each person, male or female thought the band was
crooning the soft words of love or sorrow solely for them. They represented
a time in every person's life that was both beautiful and painful. None of
us bridged that inseparable cap from childhood to adulthood without passing
over the mysterious and often devastating bridge of teen hood.
	We did a good job of lying. We even had the boys pose with girls, of course
for Toby that was no chore since he had his own stable of cute willing girl.
It wasn't that Cory or Ron or Tony didn't like girls, they did, they just
didn't want to date them. They actually had girl friends, friends that were
girls that is, and the really close ones knew about their real desires and
they accepted them. Brandy was one of these friends, she was 18 but looked
much younger, blond and blue eyed, perfect body, basically a living Barbie
doll. She had a boyfriend of sorts, Brandon who was he by his own admission
"try-sexual". He explained this as "I'll try anything once, and again and
again if I like it." We allowed them to hang on and helped us on tour.
	Brandon was a brick shit house with every brick in place. He was tanned,
athletic and a joy to look at. His big blue eyes would scan your face
dreamily while his deep contralto voice soothed you, vibrating your insides
in an almost sexual way. I would have died for him, so affecting was his
persona. He tormented me, placing hidden innuendos and teasing me to no end.
He knew I was hot for him but, I was committed to Tony. Tony on the other
hand soon fell under his spell and I was afraid I had lost him. I knew as
soon as they had "Tried" because Tony was walking bow-legged. That Brandon
was hung was obvious. He could no more hide that eight or nine inches of hot
hungry flesh than I could hide my desire to sample it.
	After Tony fell under his spell and gave himself up so willingly, I decided
what was good for the goose was good for the gander (what ever the hell that
means). I started teasing Brandon back. At first he was surprised but, he
was always up for anything and it didn't take long for us to "hook up".
	It was after a show in Denver and the boys had had all kinds of problems.
The instruments were late getting there, they didn't get to rehearse as much
as they had wanted, and the damn sound system fucked up twice during the
performance. All the boys wanted to do afterwards was get out and back to
their hotel rooms so they could lick their wounds. I stayed behind to wrap
up a few details, while Frank went back to the hotel with the boys. Brandy
was somewhere, I didn't really know where, and Brandon and I were alone.
	I had some business with the manager of the theatre and when it was done I
headed back to the dressing room to pick up some stuff I had left there.
Brandon was there. He was grinning like the cat that ate the canary and
sitting straddle legged in a chair, his obvious erection tenting his low
hanging jeans. His upper body was bronzed beneath the half open silky shirt
that he wore and a gold earring hung from his left ear, reflecting the light
of the dressing lamps. I wondered why he had only one earring. Usually he
had both ears adorned, then it hit me. The left earring designated a gay
wearer. Someone at sometime had made this momentous decision and briefed us
all on it so we could avoid or perhaps seek out the deviants who flagged
their difference with that pin prick of defiance.
	"Good show." Brandon said dully.
	"What show did you see? This one sucked, I was embarrassed for the boys
but, it wasn't their fault." I said as if I needed to explain myself.
	"Did you see the girls in the audience, they didn't give a crap about that
shit, they were just watching the dick on the stage." He laughed bawdily and
grabbed at his own length.
	I chucked and eased up. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm just tired. So what's up
with you?" I said eyeing his tent which seemed to be growing by the moment.
	"This!" He said giving it a twang and looking comical.
	I licked my lips nervously. "Need any help with that?" There I had said it,
and there was no backing down. Either he would find some bullshit excuse to
back out or I'd be giving that piece of hot boy flesh an infusion of my hot
breath.
	"Sure, better lock the door though." He said standing suddenly.
	By the time I had locked the door and turned around, he was stepping out of
those baggy jeans and beneath was a pair of silk navy blue Mickey Mouse
boxers; I almost laughed. He was such a little kid at heart, but he had the
body of a man. His chest was chiseled and hairless, his pink erect nipples
looked like pencil erasers glued to brown dime size aureoles. I let my eyes
wander down to his stomach where a few hairs led the way down promising a
treasure at the end of the long languid stretch. Along the way was the most
perfect outie belly button I had ever seen. I was licking my lips in
anticipation as my eyes moved down, each inch of flesh promising more and
more pleasure for my oral lust. At last my eyes came to rest on that heaving
obscene bulge tenting Mickey's smiling tranquil face into a hideous sex
demon. Lucky mouse, I said quietly.
	I didn't wait for Brandon to slip out of those silky restraints, I knelt
before him, and like some worshipper of a pagan god, I pulled down that
shiny bit of cloth foraged on a trip to the magical world of children, now
covering something no child could ever aspire to. To say the sight of that
piece of flesh took my breath away would be understating the case. I was eye
to eye with the most perfect, largest cock I had ever seen on an 18 year old
kid. It was eight and a half inches I guessed and so big around that I
doubted my mouth would fit around it, let alone my already whimpering ass.
Now I knew why Tony had been limping around for days after his encounter
with this piece of beef. I didn't ask and he didn't tell, now I would get my
revenge.
	Isn't it odd that love almost always involves revenge in some way? I had
been cheated on and now I was getting my revenge with the same object of
that indiscretion. I knew it was wrong, I knew I was being immature and
irresponsible, but in the end my little head was in charge.
	I stared at Tony's mouth, kissing and licking my way back down to that
magnificent organ that throbbed with anticipation. Brandon was putty in my
hands as I felt that strong muscular body up as my mouth teased his most
erotic and sensuous areas. He threw his head back and moaned in a low
guttural voice, I shivered at his masculinity. He was much more a man than I
and not just in inches. Oh what  I  wouldn't have given to be like him, not
just to be as beautiful and well hung, but to have his confidence, his
feeling of knowing who he was and not being bothered by labels or
perceptions ;he was comfortable with who he was.
	I licked those huge wrinkled sacks which held ping pong ball sized orbs of
flesh and I imagined that they were churning, readying his quarts of warm
manly cream that would fill my stomach and perhaps make me more a man or at
least fill a need that being the man that I was could not. He placed his
hands on my head gently guiding me to his cock, a drop of pre-cum glistening
on it's flared purplish head. I sighed as I tasted the rich, yet subtle
flavor of his manhood and at once was overcome by his heat and animal scent.
I strained as I took almost all of him into my hungry mouth. I felt his
thickness glide down my throat cutting off my air for a moment. I tried hard
not to gag, but good as I was, I could not accommodate all of his
massiveness. He seemed to understand, and allowed me to back off and work on
the head and a few inches just below it. I knew he was used to a shallow
suck off; no man could take that massive cock down their throat and live to
tell it about.
	He was whimpering as he guided my along that swollen monster that seemed to
be the source of all his life energy. He thrust his hips and staggered like
a drunk as he neared orgasm. I gave it all I had, squeezing those huge nut
sacks as I worked by now stretched and aching mouth around that huge flesh
stick. I was rewarded at last by so much cum that I almost chocked to death
on it. I wondered what the coroner's report would list as death in such an
occurrence: Death by ejaculation, sperm drowning? I milked him dry and
marveled at the sheer volume of his release as he shook and cursed softy. He
fell down in the chair in exhaustion. I stood, my own cock rock hard and
throbbing inside my slacks. He pulled me to him and hugged my waist.
	"Fuck me." He said lustily.
	I wasted no time getting undressed and he bend over the chair, his tanned
cheeks wiggling seductively at me. This was such a turn of events that I
wondered if this was his usual course of action or was he tailoring it just
for me. I didn't care; his ass was every butt fucker's dream come true. It
was firm, yet supple, his hole moist and tight and he knew how to contract
his muscles, milking my cock as I pounded his hot muscular frame. I held his
shoulders, drooling like a retard as I fucked him senselessly. I swear he
howled like a dog and I was afraid someone might hear and perhaps use a pass
key, catching us in the most compromising of positions. But no one came,
except us, (play on words). As I splashed deep inside him he fired a volley
across the chair, though less than his previous explosion, none the less
impressive.
	Now came the awkward time as we dressed and wiped the evidence from the
ratty furniture and I with my thoughts of revenge which now echoed through
me with a dull hollow feeling, and he with his feeling of having carved one
more notch on his figurative bed post. We had nothing in common; we had only
been sex fiends, lost in our lust for a few minutes of mutual bliss. We
couldn't even look in each other's eyes as we walked silently from that
room, together but apart. I stopped long enough to call a cab, he decided to
walk. It was the last time I ever saw him. He called later and said he and
Brandy were going home. I mailed them the money we owed them for the work
they had done with the band, and authorized a huge bonus. I tried not to
think I was paying Brandon off, but it sure felt like it. The last I heard
they had gotten married and had a kid. Life was like that, a tapestry of
experiences...ever changing and often beautiful but more often painful and
dreary.

End Part 9
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