Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 23:17:54 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-three

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        I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-three

	It's heavenly to wake up and know there is no reason to hurry.  To
know that you have the whole day and don't have many things you have to
accomplish puts a whole different perspective on things.  Especially if you
have this cute, sexy boy right next to you.  The fact that he was still
asleep made no difference.  I thought I might know a way to wake him up
that both of us would enjoy.

	I was right.  A little licking and kissing on a certain part of his
anatomy produced that which I was after.  First there was a change in his
breathing and then he started to open his eyes.  By that time I had that
most desirable part of him in my mouth and was peering up, watching his
eyes.  The smile that appeared on his face told me that my efforts were
appreciated.

	"Can we share?"

	I stopped sucking and thought about it.  It didn't take long to
come up with a reply.

	"I don't think so.  Remember, I told you this is mine.  I'll be
damned if I'm going to share it.  Particularly when you won't share yours."

	It was an old joke by now.  We'd both claimed the other's cock as
our own.  I could see him plotting his strategy.  You could almost see the
smoke shooting out from his ears.  I hoped he wouldn't strip any of those
gears that were spinning behind those blue eyes.  I wondered what would
happen now as his face started to develop a smirk.

	I didn't have long to wait.  The little monster was getting faster.
Plus, he was getting much better at disguising his intent.  I was sure it
would be some sort of a move towards my cock but didn't know quite how he'd
go about it.

	I should have gotten between his knees before I started in.
Instead I was crossways on the bed and had made the mistake of having part
of my body within his reach.

	The tickle attack was unrelenting.  I couldn't seem to get away
from his fingers and, since he had started first, I was at a disadvantage
before I could fight back.  It didn't seem likely that I would be able to
overcome such a poor start.  If I hadn't been giggling so hard, I may have
been able to plan a better defense.

	It didn't take long before I was forced to admit that I'd lost.  He
was on top of me and his fingers were extremely busy with his attack.  I
was laughing so hard I'd lost the ability to tickle back.  Every time I
tried to reach for his ribs, I'd snap my arms back down to try to defend
myself.  Now my only problem was trying to get the words out, between the
giggles and laughs, that he had won.

	Finally he took pity on me.  He'd figured out that he'd won and
suddenly decided that what I'd started, we should now finish.  I didn't
care.  I knew I would now get that which I'd been after all the time.  For
that matter, so would he.

	I felt his hand release my cock which he'd managed to grasp during
all the (do I dare, do I really dare?  I dare, I can't resist.)
firkytoodling we'd been taking part in.  Foreplay is so much fun!  In fact,
foreplay is just as good as what follows and definitely make what follows a
great deal better than it might have been.

	We now got right to the main event.  This was what it was all
about.  In an instant he'd swapped ends and was nursing on me like he was
starving.  Not only that, he seemed to be exploring the taste of the straw
judging by his tongue action.  I felt it would only be fair to reciprocate.
After all, that was not something I objected to doing.

	I really like making love in morning after we've made love the
night before.  The fact that he hadn't had a shower yet this morning
produced a somewhat different taste to the straw which I was sucking on,
trying to get my ration of Corey.  While I think he tastes great anytime,
on mornings like this there is a slightly mild, fishy taste and all the
flavors and smells are much stronger.  Maybe one of these days I'll have to
take him camping, somewhere that he won't be able to shower for a couple of
days.  That way I'd get a concentrated taste and whiff of Corey.  That
thought made me drool even more than I all ready was.

	He'd managed to swallow me and I could feel his nose nuzzling my
scrotum and realized if he didn't quit that humming he was doing, I'd
explode.  Since there didn't seem to be any way to tell him to slow down
while my mouth was full, I just did the same to him.  It didn't take long
and I could feel his cock stiffening and swelling in my mouth.  I was about
to get my reward.

	I'm not sure who got there first.  All I know is suddenly he was
stiff as a plank and had tried to jab his cock through the back of my head.
I really couldn't appreciate things as much as I would have liked because
the same thing was happening to me.  The exquisite pleasure I was
experiencing and the taste of Corey made things about as good as they get.
It didn't take either of us long to finish.  I was sad about that.

	As we lay there, each casually licking those last few drops off the
other that seem to leak out, we tried to catch our breath.  I was happy.  I
mean here I was, Corey beside me and every little bit, I got a drop of the
best tasting liquid in the world.  Who could ask for more?

	Suddenly Corey bolted out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Gotta pee," I heard when he was about half way across the floor.  All of a
sudden I noticed that so did I.  Fortunately we'd both softened enough that
there was no problem answering the call of nature.  We do really need to
work or our aim though.  I don't think either of us would win any kind of a
contest for writing in a snow bank.  I've heard of penmanship but never
cocksmanship.  At least we managed to hit the toilet.

	I was just shaking off and debating about taking him back to bed
for another round when he started the shower.  I wasn't too disappointed.
After all, we could have plenty of fun in there.

	We did have a lot of fun.  There were appendages to grab and wash,
lips to kiss, and bodies to scrub.  Well, so the scrubbing took a lot of
time and required a lot of feeling and rubbing.  So what.  It was fun.  Not
only that, it was relatively cheap.  It only cost a little to heat the
water and a few pennies for some soap and I'll bet that is cheaper than
most entertainment you can find.  It's also a lot more fun.

	By the time the shower was over, and we were dried and dressed, I
was starved.  For food that is.  We headed for the kitchen both wearing
sappy grins.  The weekend was off to a great start.

	  While I started breakfast we chatted about what we needed to
accomplish over the weekend.  I needed to sort the briefs as to size and
color and match them to the proper member of the team as they had clinched
a place in the playoffs.  Corey wanted to get a picture frame so he could
frame a picture for his mother.  Other than the usual housework that's
always there, that was about all we had to do.  Of course, there was church
on Sunday and trapshooting on Sunday afternoon but things looked pretty
free and easy.

	After breakfast and the loading both the dishwasher and the clothes
washer, we checked to see where a frame shop was located.  That was when we
discovered that there were none locally.  A little more checking solved
that problem.  We'd just have to travel a little distance.

	With both of us working it didn't take long to slick the house up.
We even got the first load of clothes in the dryer and another load in the
washer.  Then it was off to look at picture frames.

	It was only a forty minute drive so that wasn't too bad.  The shop
even had a good selection of frames and it didn't take long to find one
Corey liked.  The problem came when we requested that his picture be
mounted in the frame.  They told us it would be ready next weekend.
Needless to say, that wasn't acceptable to Corey.  I've got to give him
credit.  His hang dog look and his whining about wanting to give it as a
gift to his mother worked wonders.  In a short while they offered to do it
right away and, if we could find something else to do, it should be ready
in a couple of hours.  That didn't seem too bad.

	We explored the town while waiting and found a nice photo album.
Just like they had promised, the frame and picture were ready when we
returned.  I gave them a nice tip for doing it right away and everybody was
happy.  They'd even gift wrapped it for him.

	It was now lunch time and when I suggested that we find a
restaurant, Corey wanted a Big Mac.  So, to McDonalds we went.  It's not my
favorite, but that's what he wanted.  We munched them down while on the way
home because we now needed to print some pictures for the album.  There
wouldn't be that many to start with, but I figured we'd be able to add to
it along the way.  I was just sorry because I didn't have any of him when
he was younger.

	The rest of the afternoon was a flurry of activity.  What with
stopping and getting some groceries on the way home, finishing the laundry,
sorting the briefs, and printing pictures we were busy.  I knew we wouldn't
have time later as Bob would be over for dinner and Corey's art lesson
afterwards.  I'd grabbed a deli chicken which I'd serve cold and some other
things to help us.  What had appeared as a rather laid back weekend was now
full.

	Bob showed up early.  We were still in the darkroom and he joined
us there.  He'd never used an additive enlarger so I had to explain why I
liked it to him.  Then he mentioned he'd brought some film with him and
wondered if he might process it while we worked on the enlargements.  I
said sure but soon discovered he had color negative film.  I didn't have
any C-41 chemicals or even any paper for color negative pictures.  He told
me he'd be right back and true to his word, he soon was.  He had a couple
of big boxes of stuff and there was everything one would need to develop
and print color negative pictures except the actual equipment.

	It didn't take long to dig out some containers and mix up some
chemicals and he was off and running.  I'm sure it would have gone faster
except we kept having to explain to Corey what we were doing.  Needless to
say, dinner was late.

	After dinner we decided to skip the art lesson and returned to the
darkroom.  Boy what a disaster.  Bob had no idea of how to print with my
enlarger.  The trouble was, neither did I.  I'd never tried to use it on
color negative film.  To say some of the colors were weird was somewhat of
an understatement.  We even had to get the directions out and read them.
Bob and I made Corey promise he would never tell anyone that we read those
directions.  After all, that ruins one's macho image.

        We were all giggling like fools.  When I commented on that fact and
told them it seemed appropriate, that made it worse.  It's a wonder we got
anything done.

	It took a while but we finally figured things out.  The trouble
was, by the time we finally got the color correction right, it was getting
late.  We printed a couple that Bob really wanted and gave up for the
evening.  Bob went home and Corey and I fell into bed.  I think his eyes
were closed before his head hit the pillow.  He must not have been
completely out of it because when I slipped into bed, he just moved into
his usual position.  It had been a quick shower and I could still faintly
smell shampoo in his hair.  That's the last thing I remember before sleep
claimed me.

	My wake up call consisted of the wonderful feeling of a warm tongue
doing some very, repeat very nice things to me even though they were
somewhat naughty.  When I managed to pry an eye open, I could see a blond
headed, blue eyed sex monster taking advantage of me.  If my bladder had
been a little more cooperative I'm sure we would have had a great time.  As
it was, things were slightly delayed.  I made a dash to the place to
relieve myself and I guess Corey thought that was a good idea too.  After
we shook off, I decided to let him continue having his way with me.  I can
think of less enjoyable ways to start the morning.  In fact, almost any
other way is less enjoyable.

	We scampered back to bed and he picked up right where he left off.
I did manage to get him in a position that enabled me to reciprocate.  It
was just as good as I remembered.  He was a little tangy this morning but
not as much as yesterday.  A night's sleep after his shower didn't really
allow for a great increase in the strength of his odor but it definitely
was stronger than if he'd just showered.  As I enjoyed the feel and taste
of his cock in my mouth, I savored his scent.  I'm not sure which I liked
best?  That was a good question.  There were arguments to be made for
either his flavor or his scent.  I guess I'll just have to admit I'm
undecided on that issue.  I love either.  I also like the fact they come
attached to such a cute package.  I will say it's a good thing we were in
no hurry to get anywhere.  Church didn't start until ten at St. Luke's and
that gave us lots of time to finish what we had started and still have a
nice breakfast.

	So, we didn't get as nice a breakfast as I'd thought we would.  We
didn't have time.  I just don't know where time goes when you're having
fun.  It must have been all that kissing between rounds.  I suppose we
could cut back on that but we both enjoy it.  Oh well, I guess we can
survive on cereal and toast.

	Fr. George gave his usual thoughtful homily.  I could see Corey was
really listening to him.  Today's subject was that God so loved everyone
that He gave His only son to save them.  We should try to emulate him and
love everyone and try to help them.  I wondered if Corey had ever been
exposed to sermons like that.  A lot of ministers seem to think they need
to threaten their congregation.  I never noticed that that type of sermon
did much good.

	Fr. George managed to get his message across in a little less than
ten minutes.  I remembered that Rev. Langston had taken about forty-five
minutes to get his message across the one time I had attended his church
and I don't think it was nearly as clear as Fr. George's.  It isn't the
number of words you use, it's how clearly you express yourself.

	While we were getting ready to go to the trap club I took a few
minutes to put the ribs in the oven.  They're better when cooked on the
barbeque but, since I wouldn't be home to take care of them, we would just
have to get by with cooking them in the oven.

	There was a definite improvement in Corey's shooting.  He was much
more confident even if he didn't score all that much better.  He'd got over
being nervous and was now listening and trying to do what those of us who
were coaching him suggested.  He was disappointed that his scores weren't
better but seemed to feel better about himself when I explained how and why
I thought he was improving.  I knew he'd do better with a shotgun that fit
him correctly and thought I might take him to a meet next weekend.  There
are usually some guns for sale at them and if we saw something that might
work, it would be better than having to drive to the Bay area to find a
dealer that specialized in trap guns.  I had no thought that we'd be able
to find one that truly fit, but with a good gun, we could then get a stock
for it that would fit him.

	By the time we got home, the smell of the cooking ribs made both
our mouths water.  There's just something about the smell of barbequed ribs
that makes my mouth almost drown me with excess saliva.  From the sniffs
and grins coming from Corey's direction I figured he was experiencing the
same reaction.

	I quickly basted the ribs and started on the beans.  I'd put them
to soak last night so that there wouldn't be a problem with getting them
tender.  Some chopped onion, a little garlic, various other herbs and
spices and bacon and the beans were started.  I still had some things to
add, but they should be ready in time for dinner.  Besides, I still needed
to seed and peel the tomatoes for them.

        I hoped Bob liked beans and ribs as he was coming over to finish
his printing project.  He had some pictures of the new granddaughter he
wanted to print.  There might even be enough time for him to give Corey his
art lesson although Corey seemed happy learning about photography for the
time being.  I didn't really think it would make that much difference as he
was now to the point where his lessons included a lot of time spent
discussing his drawings and showing him ways to improve them.  He could
continue to draw and they would just have to spend a little more time
reviewing them at his next lesson.

        Bob walked in just as I was finishing putting the tomatoes in the
beans.  Between the smell of the ribs and the odors that were just starting
to come from the beans, the kitchen smelled pretty good.  Bob appeared to
have the same problem with saliva as we did.  At least he kept having to
swallow while he was greeting us.

        I'd sent Corey down to prepare the chemicals when we first got
home.  All that he had to do was get them in the water bath to warm them
up.  I suddenly realized that he hadn't come back up and sent Bob down to
check on him.  When neither returned after a few minutes, I went down to
investigate.  The door was closed and I could hear the murmur of voices but
couldn't make out the words.  When I knocked, Corey yelled to wait a few
seconds.

        They finally let me in to my own darkroom.  I mean it was my
darkroom and they'd kept me out.  Guess that shows me where I rate.

        When they let me in, they were giggling.  Corey showed me a picture
and I started giggling too.  Between the two of them, they managed to
explain that Corey had decided to try to make a print before I got down
there.  Only one problem.  He'd neglected to change the color settings on
the enlarger head and they were still set for Bob's negative film.  The
colors were a little strange to say the least.  It was one of the pictures
I'd shot of Corey and his hair color was different, so different that I'm
not quite sure what to call it.  Blond it wasn't.  In fact, the color was
so unusual that I have no words to describe it.  Bob admitted he couldn't
either.

        "Corey, think we ought to take the picture and see if we can get
the beauty shop to dye your hair to match?" I managed to get out.

        "Where will you get the make-up to make his complexion match?" Bob
giggled.

        "You guys," in a disgusted tone was the best Corey could come up
with for a response to our suggestions.

        I took a deep breath.  "I kind of like the greenish-blue mixed with
I'm not sure what else color of his hair but I don't know about the
purplish skin tones.  What planet does that make him from?"  I started
giggling again.  I was wondering what color his cock would be if printed
with that setting.

        "Even the Star Trek make-up people never did that well," was Bob's
contribution to the conversation.

        I finally got my breath.  "Well, outside of the color you did
fairly well.  The density is good."

        "You guys didn't do any better last night," Corey whined.

        He was right.  Our efforts at coming up with the correct settings
had produced some failures last night.  Big failures with weird colors.
His first attempt was fully as good as our first prints, maybe even better.

        "You're right.  Actually it's a pretty good first attempt.  I
didn't do nearly as well my first time," I told him.  "I washed the colors
out.  The color balance was a little better but I just went with the
recommended filter pack.  It took a while to figure things out."

        "You've got nothing to be ashamed of," Bob chimed in.  "In fact, I
taught a course for a few years and I don't remember any beginning student
doing that well on his first attempt, especially with no instruction."

        We spent the next few minutes evaluating the print.  Hopefully
Corey learned something from the discussion.  Guess we'd learn if he did on
his next attempt.

        By the time we got done with our critique of his picture, he seemed
to feel better about it.  By then, I had to leave to finish dinner.  I left
them discussing which picture to try next.

        After dinner, Bob printed a picture of some mountains that he had
taken and told Corey to see if he could make a drawing from it and that
would be his art lesson for the week.  He reminded him to use the methods
he'd learned to create perspective.  We then spent the rest of the evening
making prints from various pictures Bob and I had taken over the years.  By
the time Corey let Bob leave for the night, it was late and was time for us
to go to bed.  The usual shower and we soon were asleep.

        To be continued...


        Firkytoodling--- Foreplay, according to the "Word Lover's
Dictionary"