Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 11:08:46 -0800 From: fritz@nehalemtel.net Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Forty You'd think by now I'd be out of words when it comes to these stupid warnings. Sorry, words are cheap and I've got a spare bagful I just found. At the present, I can't think of a better way to get rid of them than using them in the disclaimer. They were seconds and rejects anyway. Therefore, watch out for misspelled and improperly used words. To those of you who think you are adults but have not yet attained that legal standing, please leave. It is not my intention or desire to get you in trouble. Besides, by telling you to leave I'm covering my ass. If you'd seen it you would know it needs covering. Please don't ask for pictures, I refuse to crash the World Wide Web. If stories about gay males don't appeal to you, what are you doing here? Surely you know that this is a site in which you are bound to find such stories and most of them contain something about sex. 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Fritz ******************************************************************************** I Love Corey, Chapter Forty Oh God, here it was. I was going to have to talk to Uncle Matt and tell him all about my love for Corey. There was no getting around it. I'd known that I would have to do this but, like a lot of other things, that which was in the future didn't seem as scary as when I finally had to confront it. I'd pushed it out of my mind and not worried about it. Now the future was here and I had to confront it. Suddenly there was a cold fear in my gut. What would I do if he wouldn't accept me? I'd always loved Uncle Matt, in many senses thinking of him as the older brother I'd never had. I didn't know if I could stand it if he hated me. I mean here was the person that I'd always idolized and wanted to be like. Would he accept me and my love for Corey or would he hate me? I kept trying to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. I don't think I'd ever been so scared in my life. Here I was, about to confess to my hero. I swallowed a couple of times and tried again. I had no more luck saying anything than I'd had before. I could just see my whole life ruined, falling apart before me. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to say anything. I closed my eyes and could feel the tears running down my cheeks. I took another breath and tried again. "I love him," I whimpered. I took a couple more breaths. "I love him more than I know how to say." Uncle Matt didn't say anything but instead got up and got another bottle of wine. The noise the cork made, when he pulled it, sounded almost as loud as a gunshot. He poured us each another glass of wine and leaned back in his chair. "Why do you love him?" His voice was soft. I could detect no anger in it, just honest curiosity. "Oh God, I don't know where to start." I leaned back and closed my eyes again. "He's got to be one of the strongest persons I've ever met. I mean his mother is an addict, he rarely got enough to eat, and he got no attention from her. He just kept trying, trying to do the best he could. He never gave up, just kept trying. He wasn't bitter. When I met him he was starting to let it get to him. He needed some help. Oh hell, I'm not doing very good with this." I fell silent, trying to get my thoughts in order. After a couple more breaths I tried again. "I guess he was the classic underdog. I tried to help him and discovered the beautiful person inside. I fell in love with that person. I mean here he was, a badly neglected boy, and he needed help. He could have turned into an animal, hated everyone and everything, but he didn't. He just kept trying, trying to be a good person no matter what happened to him." I couldn't seem to go on. The tears were flowing freely and it was just too much for me. It all sounded so trite. There was no way to tell anyone how much I loved him. The worst thing was that I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to convince Uncle Matt of why I loved Corey. My failure might mean that I'd lose him. "Oh hell, I don't know what to say. When he's happy, I'm happy. When he's sad, I'm sad. When he's close to me, I'm content." That was as far as I could go. I just started sobbing. I'd screwed it up. I couldn't even tell Uncle Matt why I loved Corey. "Please don't hate me. I didn't mean to fall in love with him, I just did." With that I was lost, just lost in sadness. I knew I'd failed and that Uncle Matt would never understand why and how much I loved Corey. If he couldn't understand, he'd just look at me like the child molester I was. I'd end up losing both of them. Uncle Matt because I couldn't convince him that my love wasn't just for sex, and Corey because I'd be in jail. Why was I such a failure? The one thing that was most important in my life I couldn't even explain. Suddenly I felt an arm around my shoulder. That arm pulled me close to him and I felt like I was five years old again and Uncle Matt was comforting me like he used to do when I fell off of my bike or something. I just put my arms around his neck, crying like I used to when I was hurt. I hurt but it was a different hurt. I hurt because I loved Corey so much and couldn't even put that love into words. Uncle Matt just held me and let me cry. It took a while but finally I was cried out. All that was left was a feeling of tiredness. I hadn't realized how much strain I'd been under trying to keep this secret. I'd had to keep myself on guard, always worried about making a mistake and letting someone see the relationship I had with Corey. I hadn't begun to understand how much strain that was until now. I'd just kept plunging ahead, doing the best I could and letting it all build up inside me. Now I'd failed and I just wanted to sleep. It was over and I couldn't do anything about it. "Does he feel the same way about you?" I heard Uncle Matt ask. "I think so." There was a long pause before he said any more. "Sammy, I don't know what to say. I watched you work your way through discovering your sexuality. In fact, I watched you grow up. I never understood your sexuality but never doubted you. Never once did I see you do anything to hurt someone. Tell me about Corey. Tell me so maybe I can understand." I picked up my wineglass and took a sip. After thinking a little I started in. I started at the beginning and told Uncle Matt how I first met Corey. I told him about discovering that his mother was rarely home and almost never left anything for him to eat. In fact, I told him everything, about how I'd plotted to get him interested in reading and how his grades were now improving, how I got him started shooting so that he might develop some self-confidence. It took quite a while and that entire bottle of wine. By the time the wine was gone, I was talked out. Uncle Matt wasn't done yet. He got another bottle of wine and asked about JJ and LT. By now I was about half drunk. I just told it like it was. When I told him about Judy's threat regarding the boys, he was shocked. It took a while to convince him I was telling the truth. By the time I got through the whole story, we'd consumed part of the last bottle of wine. I was now drunk. So was Uncle Matt. He giggled something about maybe we should go to bed and sleep on it. That sounded like a good idea until I tried to get up from the chair. I didn't make it. I got about half way up and fell back in the chair. Uncle Matt started giggling, saying I never could hold my booze. Then he tried to get up. He didn't do any better than I had. It was my turn to giggle at him. Somewhere along about the fifth or sixth try I managed to get on my feet. I even managed to make it across the room to Uncle Matt. It took a while but I got him standing on his feet. It was time for us to go to bed. Uncle Matt thought he ought to tuck me into bed like he used to do when I was little. I wasn't sure I still needed his help but somehow I couldn't think of a reason to object. I'm not sure who helped who but we finally made it to my bedroom. Uncle Matt tried to get me close to the bed but he suddenly lost his balance and fell on the bed. I started giggling and when I went to help him up, he was asleep. It was a struggle but I finally got him undressed. Then it was my turn. I thought about going to his room but thought Aunt Sandy might be a little surprised to find me next to her so I just pushed him over and got in bed next to him. The bed spun for a while but soon I didn't care. I was asleep. I could hear this little voice that wouldn't leave me alone. I felt terrible but the voice wouldn't leave. It was accompanied by a little finger jabbing me. I finally pried an eye open and there was Kristen, asking me what her daddy was doing in my bed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of an answer. I just raised the corner of the covers and she crawled in beside me. About that time I could hear Kevin telling someone to move over. Soon all was quiet, well almost quiet. There was this horrible ringing in my head. It seemed to be somewhere around fifty or sixty clangs a minute. God my head hurt. The clanging seemed to be in time with those stabbing pains in my head. "There you are." I don't know why anyone had to shout so loudly. It really hurt. Then there was those loud, high pitched giggles. I tried to open my eyes but the light bothered me. About that time the covers were jerked off. The high pitched giggles were joined by some lower pitched ones. The covers were thrown back over me and I heard the word "Oops." I had no idea what was going on, only that I was dying. I had to be, my head felt like it was about to burst and what little brains I had were going to be splattered all over. "Come on kids, I think someone needs a little time to get dressed." I could hear Kristen, Kevin, and Corey giggling as they left. Blessed silence. Unfortunately it didn't last long. There was a groan next to me. I knew if I could get my eyes open I could see who was groaning but that was beyond my ability. I was sure someone had removed my stomach and was beating hell out of it. That wouldn't have been bad but they'd left all the nerves connected. Then there was that fiend that was jabbing my head with those needles. He definitely hated me. I couldn't even whimper I felt so bad. The groans along side of me kept coming. I finally turned my head in that direction. There were several more groans before I managed to open an eye. There lay Uncle Matt. It was too much for me. I just collapsed back on the bed. I knew I needed something for my headache. It took several tries but I got both eyes open and managed to get my feet on the floor. I finally started moving and opened the door. I hoped there was some kind of pain reliever in the bathroom. LT was just coming out of the bathroom. He started giggling and told me I might want to put some clothes on. It was too late. I made it to the toilet and some foul tasting stuff wanted out. There wasn't much of it but it tasted really bad. Corey showed up and gave me a glass of water. I rinsed my mouth out and made the mistake of taking a drink. My stomach didn't like the water any better than it had that foul stuff that had been in it. Not only that, when it came back up it tasted just as bad. It took nine aspirin before I managed to keep three of them down. Corey, bless his heart, led me back to the bed and I just collapsed. This was more than I could handle. When I awoke again, Uncle Matt was gone. I didn't remember his leaving but then I wasn't sure I could remember anything. It took a few minutes but I finally found some clothes and got dressed. I was doing pretty well until I stepped out of the bedroom and could smell breakfast. I barely made it to the bathroom. Then I couldn't use the toilet because Uncle Matt was using it. He was kneeling before it with his head in his hands. The sink was handy and that was where I ended up. A couple of minutes later Corey came in and handed out aspirin again. Corey had no more than left when Aunt Sandy walked in. She put some clothes next to Uncle Matt and left. She never said a word. She didn't have to. Her sadistic giggles said it all. It took a while but I finally helped Uncle Matt get dressed. Then it was time to see if we could make it to the coffee pot. No such luck. We could still smell breakfast. Another half hour in the bathroom and we were ready to try again. At least breakfast was over. We each got a cup of coffee and collapsed in a chair. To say Aunt Sandy was not particularly attuned to our suffering was somewhat close to correct. She kept up a string of snide comments and neither of us was up to defending ourselves. We'd sat at the table for some time and I was just starting to think I might live when she got her final revenge. She placed some wine bottles on the table between us. There was one empty 750 ml. bottle, one empty 1500 ml. bottle and one 750 ml. bottle that was about half empty. With a giggle she asked if we would like to finish the one bottle of wine. We got even. She had a floor to clean up. Some more coffee and a couple more aspirin and I staggered back to the bedroom and fell on the bed. Maybe I could just die. I fell asleep thinking that if I could ever manage to keep those aspirin down I might feel better. It was almost eleven-thirty when I woke up again. I made it back to the kitchen and got another cup of coffee. There was no sign of Uncle Matt. I found a chair in the living room that the light didn't hit too strongly and tried to pull myself back together. Every time one of my boys went past there was some snickering. At least Kevin and Kristen were nice and felt sorry for me. I'd been there about an hour when Uncle Matt joined me. We sat for a few minutes, silently drinking coffee. "I don't think we need to try that again," he mumbled. I'd have nodded my head to agree with him but decided that wasn't a good idea and mumbled, "Okay." Aunt Sandy offered lunch about then and neither of us thought that was a good idea. We just got another cup of coffee before she started fixing something for the kids. Uncle Matt grabbed the aspirin bottle and we took a couple more. A few minutes later I decided to see if I could brush the horrible taste out of my mouth. I got my toothbrush and tried, with some success. It wasn't all gone but my mouth tasted better. Of course anything would have been an improvement. When I returned to the living room, Corey and Uncle Matt were talking. Uncle Matt motioned me to leave them alone so I got my cup and made it to the family room where I got some more snickers. Somehow I was getting the impression that no one felt sorry for me. At least the last batch of aspirin was having some effect. Aunt Sandy asked what time I planned on leaving and when I looked at my watch, I discovered it was after two. I'd already missed the time I was planning on leaving so I just told her whenever we managed to get ready. About four I finally got everything packed and was ready to leave. Uncle Matt gave me a big hug and told me to take care of the boys. Aunt Sandy told us how much she enjoyed our stay and to be sure to come back anytime. With that we headed for home. A couple of hours down the road and the boys were complaining about being hungry. I found a restaurant and they had dinner while I nursed a milkshake. I was starting to feel better. I was thrilled when there weren't any messages on the answering machine. That meant that all we had to do was unpack the Gator and go to bed. I beat the boys to bed and that's the last thing I remember. It hadn't been a good day. I felt surprisingly good when I awoke. Not only that, I was hungry as a bear. The boys were going to be happy this morning. I started a big breakfast while the coffee was perking. My zombies soon showed up, following their noses. I got teased about yesterday but just laughed and told them to learn from it. After all, they could tell how bad I'd felt, maybe with such an example they could learn to avoid such things. By the time I headed off to school I was hitting on all cylinders. This was the best I'd felt in quite a while. It even looked like the weather was starting to get better. I breezed through the day. The students were a little subdued but I just figured that they'd been busy over the holiday. They seemed to be paying attention and we covered the material I'd planned without any problems. Things were looking up. I figured there might be a few extra at dinner so when we shopped, I got lots. The sun was peaking out from the clouds and everything was going well. We got the groceries put away and I put a large pork roast in the oven. Then I headed off to jog and left the boys playing basketball. By the time I finished my usual five miles, the driveway was full of boys playing ball. I'd just gotten out of the shower when the boys all decided on a break. It sounded like a herd of cattle stampeding through the house and into the kitchen. There went the chips. I got some hi's as they went through and soon they were back out playing ball. There weren't many papers to grade since I hadn't assigned any home work and I even got all my lesson plans caught up. I put the potatoes on to cook and went out and gave the usual warning. Larry and Billy were the only ones that were going to stay for dinner. I was a little surprised when Larry and Billy got out their homework and started doing it when dinner was over. Still, they didn't cause any problems and all the boys finished in less than an hour. Billy asked to use my computer to finish a book report and when he printed it out, I grabbed it and checked it over. I made him correct a couple of spelling errors and print it again. Uncle Matt called and we had a long visit. We both agreed to lay off the wine. Neither of us thought that another round like that sounded like a good idea. Then we talked about the boys and me. We talked a lot about that. It was easier on the phone because I didn't have to face him. Somehow it was easier to open up when he couldn't see me. I know that sounds silly but that's the way I felt. By the time we hung up I was relaxed. He told me to be careful and that he loved me. The day had gone really well. In fact the week went well. It rained on Thursday and I was surprised when the whole gang showed up. They didn't let the rain bother them but just played video games and joked around. Apparently my house was turning into the unofficial hangout. I was also surprised that the rumors about the boy;s sexuality didn't seem to be a problem to most of the students. They were taking it better than a lot of the adults. They just seemed to ignore it which is how I thought it should be. As time had gone on we teachers were beginning to think there wouldn't be any real problems. JJ and LT reported that so far only a few of their friends had exhibited any problem with them. Even those friends seemed to be coming around. All in all, things were looking good. Saturday was the day we'd set aside to shop for the two families we'd picked out to help. The community always sponsored a program to help those less fortunate. I'd always picked a couple of families and bought Christmas gifts and food boxes for them. This year I'd let the boys help select the families and they were going to help with the shopping and wrapping. I rousted the boys early so we could get some of the housework done before we left. We were just ready to leave when Billy and Larry showed up. I explained what we were going to do and the next thing I knew I had five boys in the Gator and we were headed for the malls. I had lists for each family and the boys went over those lists like they were hunting for gold. By the time we got to the first mall they had a plan of attack. I found out I'd really screwed up in preceding years. According to the boys, some of the things on the lists just weren't cool. I got comments like those lists must have been filled out by parents because no kid would ask for things like that. They really got into it and it took all day. I'd always just taken the lists and spent the amount I'd set aside for each of them. The boys had their calculators out were busy figuring out what they thought were the most important items on the lists. In the end I just followed along with my credit cards and paid. When the money was gone, they dug into their pockets and contributed more. I couldn't stand it and matched them and they bought a couple more items for each of the families. I was really surprised that the boys were willing to spend their own money on this project. We loaded the Gator with all the stuff and headed home. There was barely enough room in it for us what with all the presents. The wrapping of the presents was somewhat interesting. I mean the boys were less than skilled. Not only that, they were slow. They'd just managed to get a couple wrapped when I decided it was dinner time. Billy and Larry looked like the world was going to end when I told the boys it was time to head out for dinner. I told them they'd better grab their coats if they wanted to go with us but that didn't seem to cheer them up. I insisted and they finally ran out of excuses. I knew what the problem was and as soon as we were in the Gator I told them it was my treat. That brightened them up. JJ suggested Italian Surprise and that sounded good to the rest of them. He obviously wanted another shot at a pizza. In the end none of us had pizza. The rest of the menu looked too good. By the time it was bed time, the packages were wrapped. Well, at least some people might say that. It wasn't that they hadn't used enough paper and ribbon, and for that matter, enough tape. It was just that the seams of the paper didn't line up that well and the hand tied bows could have benefited from a little more skill. Still, they'd tried and that was what was important. I should have bought a bunch of those pre-tied bows. As I slipped into bed, Corey gave me a kiss. One good turn deserved another and before I knew it I had my arms around him and was kissing right back. God, he tasted good. It had been a couple of days since we'd done this much kissing and I really enjoyed it. His tongue tasted so good. His whole mouth tasted good, at least that part I could reach with my tongue. If there's reincarnation, I'm going to ask for a longer tongue. I couldn't reach his tonsils, but I tried. As you might expect, the kissing produced other results. I could feel his cock pushing against my hip. I could feel that it was nice and hard. I really wanted it but decided to take my time working my way down there. A little shift in position and I had him on his back. That made it easier to kiss any part of him that I wanted to. The only thing wrong with that was I wanted to kiss all of him and I couldn't decide where to start. My mind was no longer working all that well so, since I was already kissing his mouth, I took the easy way out. I just drifted over and started on his ear lobes. That way I didn't have far to go and I wouldn't lose contact with him for long. That worked to perfection. A couple of little kisses up his jaw and I was nibbling his ear. He kind of squirmed around and rolled his head, giving me better access to that ear. That was fine with me. I liked his ears. Well, I liked all of him and there was one part of him that I liked better than others but I'd get to that part later. In the meantime I'd just enjoy what was handy. About then I could hear the start of what I thought of as Corey sounds. They always started the same way. First there'd be some sighs, followed by some soft groans. Right now I was in the sigh stage. I kissed and nibbled and licked my way down to his neck. It didn't take long to make it across his neck and start up for the other ear. After all, I didn't want that ear to think I didn't love it. I try not to show favoritism in class and I wasn't about to do less for Corey's ears. I could feel him move as he shifted position to give me a better access to the other ear. I made sure and showed it equal attention. Towards the end of the ear nibbling his sounds started to change. The sighs got a little heavier and I could pick up the start of some soft groans. It was now time to move on. He had such a lovely neck to nibble and kiss. I got sidetracked there for a while. I could feel him shiver when I scraped my teeth across it. He made sure and tipped his head back so his chin wasn't in my way. He was a most cooperative lover. He never made anything hard. Oops, maybe I ought to phrase that differently. The groans were still soft but were becoming more frequent. It was time to move on, or in this case down. Oh those nipples. They really firmed up with a little tooth scraping and kissing. Well, I threw in a little sucking and licking but it was all fun. The writhing and groaning those actions produced was even better. He was starting to get a slightly salty taste. Also, the sighs were gone, now there were only groans with an occasional moan thrown in. When he raised his arm I knew it was time for another of my favorite places to receive attention. By now I was on autopilot. I was no longer thinking about what I was doing, just enjoying it. My mouth just sort of found its way over to his armpit. There weren't many hairs there yet but I gave every one of them a tongue bath. There was very little flavor because he'd just had a shower but I tried to get all of it that I could. That produced more writhing and a few gasps. I could now hear a combination of a few groans, some moans, and an occasional gasp. Those Corey sounds or noises were definitely picking up. I started to work my way back across his chest to his other armpit but never made it. It's not that I wasn't trying but he suddenly started squirming around on the bed. The next thing I knew I was looking at the most precious part of his physical body. I started to admire it but when I felt his hot mouth start to swallow me, I quit looking and did the same to him. The taste was just like I remembered it. Of course it had only been a couple of days since I'd tasted him but it seemed like forever. I guess I just had an addiction problem. I couldn't get enough of Corey. I licked all the precum off and enjoyed it. When it was gone it was time to see if I could get something more. That beautiful piece of flesh slipped easily into my mouth. It seemed like it was made for my mouth, sort of like a perfect fit. I bobbed my head a few times, sucking on the upstroke and was rewarded with a little more of his tasty precum. It was now time to get down to business. Neither of us was in any hurry. We just spent some time enjoying what we were doing and what was happening to us. Every now and then I'd get a little more of his tasty precum and savor it. I would have been happy just to spend the rest of the night doing what we were doing. However, our bodies didn't react that way. When his knee moved to my shoulder I knew he needed release. I moved my head back and licked my finger. It wasn't long before I could feel his finger seeking entrance. When my finger slipped in, I could feel him thrust. About that time his finger penetrated me and we were off to the races. It didn't take long and I was rewarded for my labors. He seemed to swell in my mouth and then his whole body stiffened. I could feel the start of some tremors running through mine. We'd made it. There was nothing left to do but enjoy the fruits of our labors. I swallowed most of his fruits but saved some to savor. It wasn't long before Corey turned around on the bed and kissed me. We shared our harvests, letting our tongues caress each other's. When we'd shared, it was time to turn and get our heads on the pillows. After that, sleep soon followed. To be continued...