I Love Corey, Chapter Seventeen

Prologue In this chapter you will learn my basic position on the boy Scouts of America. I was a Scout when I was young and have many fond memories about it. I feel that they have made a mistake in their policies and when you have finished this chapter you will know why. Whether you agree or disagree with me is up to you. I’ll be happy to explain any part of my position you don’t understand. Feel free to e-mail me as I try to answer all such letters. Be sure to put Corey or something about the specific chapter in the subject line so I don’t delete you thinking you are spam.

As for spam, if it were within my power I would take all spamers and nail their nuts to a stump, set the stump on fire and hand them a dull rusty knife. Enough said. 
Ernie’s back on the job editing so you will find fewer mistakes in this chapter. I can’t thank him enough. If he could come up with a long enough club to hit me over the head he might eventually pound some of the rules of English into my thick skull and work himself out of a job. Alas, it would only take one somewhere around two thousand miles long and even I could probably dodge when he swung it. Hope you enjoy the chapter. 

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I love Sunday mornings. I mean how much better can things get. Here I was lying on my back and this hot, sexy, cute boy was making love to me. It just doesn’t get any better than this.

The first thing I realized when I finally started to wake up enough to notice things was that Corey was nibbling on my nipple. Oh God, it felt good. I was panting in anticipation before I was fully awake. Like I said, it just doesn’t get any better than this. It didn’t take him long to discover my heightened awareness. I suppose the fact that my cock sprang to attention might have given him a clue that I was ready to do more than just let him have his way with me. Come to think of it, maybe I should just let him. I’m sure I’d enjoy it.

I couldn’t resist. I could see his cock bobbing there, not over a foot or so from my face. He was on his hands and knees and that beautiful cock was just pointing right at me. It was nice and hard and as it bobbed there I just knew I needed it. I could see a little precum oozing out and just waiting for me to lick it off. My mouth started watering in anticipation of the taste. Have I mentioned that I consider the taste of Corey to be about the best thing I have ever experienced? Well I haven’t got time to talk about that, not when that cock is in my sight and has the blob of precum waiting for me.

I reached out and putting my hand on his leg started drawing him towards me. He knew what I wanted and obliged me by swinging his hips toward my face while his tongue and mouth headed down my body to that part of me that was now begging for attention and release. When his hips were close enough I picked him up and placed him astraddle of my body. God he was getting heavier. When I first met him I could pick him up effortlessly but now I had to work a little to accomplish the same. No matter, we were now able to suck each other.

I took him in my mouth and just lay there savoring the taste. I felt his hot mouth engulf me. I could feel his tongue rubbing and exploring my now throbbing cock. I knew if he didn’t quit that we would have to take a brief break while I reloaded. He didn’t seem in any mood to slow down so I just started doing my best to bring him off. After all, we had plenty of time before church to reload several times. If it got desperate we could even skip breakfast.

I don’t know which of us reached climax first. All I knew is that we seemed to finish at the same time. After a few kisses and sharing our respective rewards we just held each other for a while. Like I said, this is just about the best way to wake up I know.

Suddenly both of us seemed to become aware of the fact that it was now time to relieve our bladders or there would be very wet bed. Since that seemed less than desirable we headed for the toilet. When we had finished I just looked at him until he looked up. I glanced at the shower and then at the bed. He just grabbed my hand and led me back to the bed. Oh boy, more fun in bed and then there was always the fun and games in the shower. It was shaping up to be a very good morning.

Somewhat later (alright, quite a bit later) showered and dressed and sexually sated, we headed for the kitchen.

“I set the sourdough starter last night. Do hotcakes sound good?”

“Yah, got any sausage to go with them?” Typical teenager, always hungry.

“I thought you just had all the sausage you needed.”

He just looked at me with a deadpan expression. “I hate to tell you but while it definitely tastes great, it’s less filling.” We both burst into laughter.

With that we started breakfast. I started the grill warming up and then formed the sausage patties and Corey dug out the press and started on the orange juice. It seemed like every time I turned around I had to buy another crate of oranges.

I’ve got one of those commercial ranges in the kitchen. It’s got a thirty-six inch griddle and six burners over double ovens. The damn thing’s six feet long but boy is it nice to cook hotcakes on. I’d even bought one of those batter drop things like they use in restaurants use so the hotcakes are all the same size. As luck would have it Vern and his boys dropped in before I started cooking.

“Oh boy, sourdoughs” were the first words out of Fred’s mouth. I could see Mike and Vern’s eyes light up. I just grabbed some more sausage and formed some more patties.

“Nancy starving you guys again?”

“Not really, she had to go to her mother’s and help plan her baby sister’s wedding” Vern replied. “I thought you might have something better than I’d cook.”

The thought went through my mind that based on his cooking in scout camp that was probably a good bet. I swear, if it wasn’t for his wife and I those three would starve to death.

“What about dinner, shall I figure on you guys too?”

“No, I thought we’d take you and Corey out to dinner and then to that new movie the boys want to see.” That sounded like a plan. The griddle was almost hot enough so I started the sausage patties cooking in a frying pan and also started mixing up the hotcakes. In the meantime Corey had enough juice squeezed and he and Vern’s boys started setting the table. By now they had done that enough times there was little wasted motion amongst them. We all continued to chat while I cooked. When the sausage patties were almost done I started the eggs and as soon as I had a pan full cooking I loaded the griddle with hotcakes. It holds twenty-four and with this crew it would take more than one loading. I served up the first load and they disappeared like, well like hotcakes.

I finally got everyone filled up and the boys started cleaning up the kitchen while Vern and I drank coffee. By the time the kitchen was clean and the dishes in the dishwasher it was time to go to church. Vern and his boys decided to go with us so they left to change into more appropriate clothes and soon we all headed off to get our weekly (alright, so we don’t go every week) dose of religion. After church Corey and I headed home to do the usual weekly laundry and household chores. We had one other thing we needed to do. Corey loved apple butter on his hotcakes and I’d gotten a box of apples and we needed to get started on them. So after cleaning the house and getting the laundry started we then started peeling apples. It wouldn’t be done tonight but maybe by tomorrow night it would be.

We had the apple butter cooking and the rest of the chores done when Vern and company showed up for our evening out. Dinner was excellent and the movie was one of those action things in which they killed way too many people and the bad guys always waited their turn at the hero but the boys enjoyed it so I guess I can’t complain. In some cases the bad guys even bowed to the hero. Can you imagine that happening in real life?

When we got home I opened the oven to check on the apple butter and decided it couldn’t stand cooking all night so I turned it off for the evening. I’d finish it tomorrow after school. After our activities that morning neither of us needed anything more than several kisses and some cuddling before we fell asleep.

Nothing really happened Monday except I managed to get the magazines to JJ. It was just one of those days that everything went like normal, nothing to talk about. I did get the apple butter done and in its jars.

Tuesday was different. It was normal until the school board meeting. Now the normal meeting might have at the most a dozen spectators but tonight was different. When Vern and I and the boys got there the place was packed and we were early. Looking at the crowd Vern suggested moving it to the auditorium and that’s what happened. By the time it was called to order there must have been over two hundred fifty people there. It was pretty obvious that there were a lot of strong feelings about the Scouts.

The meeting was called to order and the minutes read and the other usual stuff. Finally they got to business. Mr. Downey announced that it was now time to take up the question of the Boy Scouts recruitment on the school grounds and the use of school facilities. He then called upon the representative the Boy Scouts had sent to answer the board’s questions. I thought Mr. Markum, the representative, did an excellent job of presenting the Scouts position but unfortunately it directly conflicted with state policy. Policy stated that no public entity (ie the school district) was to permit any organization to meet on our use any taxpayer funded facilities or property to promote or conduct meetings upon if they in any way discriminated against any group of people based upon race, religion or sexual orientation. That didn’t leave anyone a lot of wiggle room. When Mr. Downey read and explained state policy that set off the fireworks. 

A minister of one of the local churches had organized a large number of his congregation and they were there and very vocal. They insisted that the school board ignore state policy and allow the Scouts full and free access to the facilities. When Mr. Downey tried to explain that he would be unable to do that they became very outspoken and some of the language became less than civilized. Words like faggot and godless and heathens flew along with a certain amount of profanity. That’s something I have never understood. Why is it that one of the commandments says thou shalt not take the Lords name in vain but some of those who profess to be His stoutest believers and defenders feel they are permitted to do so as long as they direct the words at those whom they consider to be wrong?