I Love Corey : Chapter Five

Prologue When I started this I didn’t have a clue as to what I was doing. If I had it to do over I would go from incident to incident rather then in a novel form. 
Somewhere along the line I fell in love with the story and the characters. To me they are so firmly fixed in my mind that I no longer seem to have any control over them. They can do nothing that I feel would be out of character with the picture I have of them in my mind. It has made the erotic very difficult as I no longer think of it as an erotic story but rather as a story. This is the sixth version of chapter five and the others were a lot longer before they got to any thing approaching erotic. 

When I decided to make you know the characters, I never dreamed they would become so real in my mind. This chapter finishes the initial development of Sam. In future chapters I will attempt to define Corey. So far he is too perfect. He has warts like all of us.

If I have succeeded in what I set out to do you will now think you know Sam pretty well. Whether you like him or not is irrelevant. My goal was to make you know him. I find him likeable and wish all teachers cared like he does.

To those who are reading the I love Corey series for the first time. It has turned out to be not very erotic. Don’t expect too much and you won’t be disappointed. I would suggest that you will have a better chance of enjoying it if you read the preceding chapters before this one. For those of you who requested chapter five, here it is.

Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of kids talking and joking and when I looked around I could see some were dressed and other starting dressing. It ought to be a sin to be so cheerful that early in the morning. I could see Vern was just waking up and as I got out of my fart sack he yelled over that he would start the fire. I went and took a leak and washed up. When I got back Vern had the fire going and I started coffee as he went to clean up. By the time he got back the coffee was on and I was cleaning up the sheet of steel we use for a griddle. 

“You must be going to fix hotcakes” he said. 
“Ya, I need something to get me awake and going.”
“I’ll start on the bacon while you mix the batter” was his answer.

I dug out a couple of cans of beer and the other ingredients and mixed up the batter while Vern worked on some bacon. When the griddle was hot enough we started serving. It never ceases to amaze me how much kids can eat. Did I eat that much at that age? After we were all full we made the boys pick up the area and get their gear ready and I gathered my bunch and Vern his and we went through the merit badge stuff again. Time to go so down the trail we went. Corey’s limp was better this morning but I grabbed part of his gear over his protest saying it was easier to pack the gear the whole distance then it would be to carry him part of the distance. After we got part way down the trail Corey’s limp was getting a lot worse. We got to the parking area a few minutes early and I dug out some Advil for Corey. About then Jim showed up so we loaded our gear and headed for town. After dropping the rest of the boys off I finally got home with Corey.

I had originally hoped to have a little time with him even though I had to get stuff ready for the barbeque that afternoon. One look at his drawn face and I put that plan on hold. Instead I went in and filled the bathtub with hot water. As it was filling I gave his leg a good massage and when he got in the tub I went out to start preparing the food. I was busy chopping up potatoes and celery and eggs and such when I realized it was quiet in the bathroom. I looked in and he had dozed off. Apparently the hot water and Advil had relieved his leg enough to allow him to relax. He looked so frail and defenseless. Watching the water gently swirl around his nipples as he slowly breathed made me want to go pick him up and carry him to the bedroom and make wild passionate love to him.

Unfortunately, I thought, the rest would probably be better for him. His cock was semi floating and it moved a little with each breath. God it was beautiful. I wondered if I would last until we had a chance to make love to each other again. Sighing I turned back to the food for the barbeque.

I continued with the potato salad and then fixed the rub and put it on the salmon. As I was peeling the garlic for the garlic bread I heard some splashing so figured he had awakened and asked him what he would like for lunch. We settled on a salad as dinner would be a fairly heavy meal. I made a green salad with a few shrimp and some croutons and we sat down and ate. He still didn’t look his best but the relaxation had done him a world of good.

“Gee this tastes good.”
“I’m fond of salads” I responded.
As we sat there eating I decided to ask him a question. “Corey, that day in the locker room you said you had wanted to suck me and be sucked by me. Could you tell me why?”

He laid his fork down and finished the bite in his mouth. “I’ll try. Watching that day you told me I could be manager I could hear you yelling at the kids and when they yelled back you just laughed. You kept encouraging them. You sounded like you liked them. When I was younger Mom used to spend time reading to me and helping me with school work. In the last few years there hasn’t been much money and she hasn’t had as much time for me. I was lonely. You sounded like a nice man. The other boys seemed to like you. When you came over and talked to me you sounded like you cared. When you made me manager you showed me how to do things. When you yelled at me I could tell you didn’t mean it. There was a laugh in your voice. I never had a teacher like that before. I started thinking about making you happy. I wanted to be around you. Some of the men Mom brought home I seemed to make happy. I wondered if you’d like it. Nobody had ever sucked me and I wondered why some of them were so happy afterward.” There was a long pause as if he were gathering some more thoughts. “When I would go to bed I would think of you. When you grabbed me I was so scared. I knew you were going to throw me off the team and I wouldn’t get the ten dollars to buy food with. Then when you told me to relax, we had lots of time I could hear you weren’t mad. It felt so good. I was so happy.”

I could see in my minds eye how he had looked afterward. Ecstatic. I suddenly realized that was the longest speech I had ever heard him make. Normally kids chatter on like magpies. Also in many respects he sounded more like an adult. Somewhere childhood had passed him by. While he spoke more like an adult there was a little boy’s longing for love in his voice. 

He looked up and smiled at me. “When will we get to be alone and go downstairs again?”
I just shook my head. “Corey, today is the barbeque and tomorrow evening I have to tutor a couple of students. I’m afraid it will be Tuesday.”
His face fell and he said “I guess we’ll just have to wait.”

As I got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher he said “I sure wish I had some shirts like yours.” I normally wear some pretty colorful sport shirts around the house. (Tommy Bahama and the like) When I had graduated from college Uncle Matt and I had a talk about money. I told him I didn’t want to be bothered and thought I would put it in cds and he threw a fit. The end result was he wound up managing my money. He was pretty good as the seven hundred thousand had turned into just under one and a half million in the three years since I had graduated. He had made me take out a mortgage as he said we could make more then the interest rate on the mortgage. When the market went down I was worried but when I called him he laughed and told me not to worry. Every body should have an Uncle Matt. The funny part about it is that I really don’t care about money. As long as I have a place to sleep, some food and a school to teach in I’ll be happy. I’ll have to admit it is handy not to have to worry about it, but it is not money that makes you happy. It is the friends and make and the satisfaction of doing a good job that make you happy. When you’re younger though, material things seem more important. (God, I sound like an old man. Maybe I learned that when my folks died. I’d give it all to have them back.) An idea came to me.

“Corey, tell you what. It will be next weekend before we get a chance to do any shopping. I’ll stake you to a hundred dollars and you can see what you can find on the internet.”