I Love Corey, Chapter Thirteen

Chapter thirteen

Morning brought the time to awaken. That was when I discovered we were stuck together. God I had to take a leak and there was no way I could get out from under him without waking him up. I finally just gave up and did so. He got the giggles when he discovered our problem and we managed to peel ourselves apart. After some lewd comments we headed for the bathroom and wound up dueling in front of the toilet. Neither of us was going to challenge Zorro. I suppose one might become better at aiming but it’s difficult to be very accurate when you are hard and have a giggling boy next to you and his aim isn’t any better. Our streams intersected a few times on their way to the toilet but there clearly wasn’t any winner.

I suggested breakfast, he a shower but in the end we went back to his bed to finish breaking his room in properly. When we finished we agreed that if our efforts weren’t satisfactory in that respect, it would just have to be too bad. Besides, there would be other times to make sure we hadn’t forgotten anything.

After a very friendly shower we decided that breakfast was now on the agenda. It’s amazing what a little friendly bedroom exercise will do for your appetite. It doesn’t seem to hurt your attitude either. We were both in a good mood.

After breakfast I asked him what he would like to do until our appointment with Bob Asher and he said we could just screw around and that produced a lot of giggling when he realized what he had said. I asked him if the offer was genuine and was rewarded with more giggling. He called me a dirty old man and I replied that if he had done a better job of washing me while we were taking our shower, he wouldn’t be able to say that. I hate to admit that the conversation really headed towards the gutter after that. No matter, we were alone and could say anything we wanted to. 

Thinking about the time we had been together I was amazed that we had both become so adept at switching from laughing and joking like this to the more formal way we addressed each other while in the presence of others. I wondered if we would be able to keep fooling everybody else or if we would slip and bring the whole charade crashing down. I hoped not as he had become about the most important thing in my life. I truly didn’t know how I had managed to survive before him much less be happy. While I knew our relationship was not only illegal but morally wrong, it made us both so happy that I could not see either of us voluntarily ending it. Isn’t it wonderful what a person can justify in his mind to excuse behavior that the same person would condemn in another person? People say man is a rational animal but I say he is a rationalizing animal. He can rationalize almost anything if he wants it badly enough. At least I was willing to admit to myself that I wanted Corey that badly. 

I finally started on the housework. Corey apologized for not being able to help. I told him that he would be able to make it up when his knee was a little better. He was down to using one crutch around the house but still used two when we went out. I suggested that he might be of more assistance if he went to his room as I seemed to spend more time looking at him and grinning then I did on the housework. I about cracked up when he tried to walk to his room while attempting to swing his ass in a provocative manner. It just didn’t come across like he intended while he was using a crutch. He gave up and went to his room giggling.

After I managed to get most of the house slicked up I went to his room to see what he was up to. He was sitting at his desk still trying to draw and was not happy with the results. He complained that it looked flat and lifeless. I told him not to worry, that a few lessons would give him some idea of what to do and then he would be able to practice and enjoy it.

He finally gave up on drawing and started surfing internet while I did some bookwork. The day went on in much that same way with a break for lunch until the time to go visit with Bob approached. We were discussing taking the painting along to show Bob when the phone rang. It was Bob asking if he could please beg off for today and pick another time as a friend from out of state had dropped in and he wanted to visit with him. A name, the name of the artist popped into my head and I blurted it out before I could think.

“Carl Benson?”

A short silence and then “You know him?” in a sort of surprised tone of voice.

Now it was my turn to be surprised, both by the question and how I had somehow known who was at Bob’s place. I explained that Carl was the reason Corey had wanted to learn to draw and about the painting and our meeting of Carl. I heard some conversation on Bob’s end but he had his hand over the phone and I couldn’t make out what was being said. When he came back on he insisted we come over. He also asked me to have Corey bring anything he had tried to draw. That request necessitated digging through the waste basket in Corey’s room and then a quick trip to the ironing board to press the paper flat again as he had wadded them up when he threw them away.

When we arrived at Bob’s place, both he and Carl came to the door. They both greeted Corey warmly. As they talked with him it became apparent that both were passionate about art. Corey was more than a little overwhelmed at first but soon they had made him feel comfortable and he was asking questions and both were answering and demonstrating things for him. I just sat there watching them interact with each other. It made me happy to see Corey so happy and animated. 

As they talked with Corey I figured out they grown up together and been life long friends. It was interesting hearing them talk about being young and learning to draw and paint and how exciting it was when one of them figured out how to create an affect they wanted to master. 

When Bob and I had originally talked I had thought the meeting might be for a half hour or so but after an hour and a half they showed no signs of quitting. I finally asked if they would let me furnish dinner. I got a rather distracted okay from the both of them so I went and got some supplies and started cooking. 

After I had fixed a meal of cioppino with a green salad and garlic bread I called them into Bob’s dinning room. I had asked if they liked fish so I wasn’t worried about whether they would like it. They were still talking about drawing when they started on the meal but soon dropped that and started talking about how good everything tasted. During the dinner conversation I learned Bob’s wife had died five years ago and he hated cooking. He mostly ate out or fixed TV dinners. I told him he would have to start coming over for dinner part of the time and his eyes lit up with that suggestion.

After dinner they were right back trying to show Corey everything there was to know about painting and drawing. When I finally told them we had to get home so Corey could get to sleep they looked so surprised. They hadn’t even realized how late it was getting. 

On the way home Corey was bubbling over about how much he had learned and how happy he was. I reminded him that they would be over for dinner tomorrow night and he should keep track of any questions he had so he could ask them. By the time we got home he was yawning as it was almost midnight. I had allowed him to visit far later than normal and it was catching up with him. At least there would be no school Monday as it was Columbus Day and school was closed.

We fell into my bed and both went out like lights after a quick kiss. When I woke up we were spooned together like we were glued and both of us had our usual morning woodies. Mine was lodged in the crack of his ass and his was in my right hand. I thought to my self how good this seemed. I liked feeling his tool in my hand and I just kept sort of moving my hand around and exploring that delightful part of his anatomy. It was growing in both senses. It was bigger then when I had first met him and now it was swelling to its full size as I played with it. While I’m no expert at judging the size of things by feel alone, it had to be close to five and one half inches now and was getting fatter. Such a perfect and enchanting toy for me to play with. 

I started dry humping the crack of his ass while I continued to administer to his cock with my right hand. I could feel him respond as his hips weakly moved back and forth. He started making whimpering little sounds and that only made it better. I kept slowly humping and stroking and those sounds he was making made me hotter and hotter. I wished we could do this every morning. It was soooooo good. I kissed the top of his head and could smell the odor of his hair. I was about ready to come apart at the seams. I was so turned on I was sweating and my perspiration mixed with his was making the crack of his ass slick and my cock was sliding freely in it. The large amount of precum I was leaking only added to the slickness and pleasure. 

Suddenly his thrusting became more coordinated and the whimpering sounds turned to moans. He was now awake and responding.

“That feels great.” 

“You like it when I wake you up this was?”

“Oh yah, it’s the best was to wake up.” He panted a couple of times and continued. “Hurry, my balls ache.”

“Hehe, that was the object” I giggled at him.

“Bastard” he gasped.

“Am not, my parents were married” I giggled some more. I kept on slowly stroking and humping. He was trying to make me go faster by thrusting faster. I wasn’t having any of that.

I started nibbling his ear lobe. The groans and moans got louder and his thrusts were more violent. 

“Please speed up, I really need to cum?”

“Since you asked politely, I will.”

At few quick strokes with a little more pressure and he stiffened in my arms and started shooting all over the bed and my hand. As the cheeks of his ass clenched on my cock I lost it and started shooting too. He finally started to slow but I never missed a stroke. I went back to the slow gentle strokes I had been using to begin with and just kept on doing him. He started to soften and then stiffened again. 

“You going to try for another?” he asked.

“Why not, we don’t have to be any where.”

“Awesome.” 

Our breathing had both slowed to close to normal. I went back to nibbling his ear and occasionally licking behind it. After a while I could feel him start to move a little more aggressively. Eventually he reached down with his hands and grabbed my hand and tried to hurry me.

“That’s my toy, keep your hands off” I told him

“I can’t even have my own dick?” he whined.
“Nope, that one is all mine.”

“The one in the crack of my ass is mine if the one in your hand is yours” he said 

I thought about that for a while as I slowly and gently stroked him. 

“Seems fair to me. What are you going to do with yours since you can’t reach it?” 

He was breathing a little ragged and when he giggled it sounded funny. He didn’t say anything but started clenching his cheeks together tighter as he thrust into my hand. It felt good but my cock was getting a little tender from all the rubbing and the fact I had all ready had one orgasm only a short while ago. Also my forearm was starting to feel like it was going to develop cramps if I kept this up for much longer. I speeded up and started applying a little more grip with my fingers and thumb. The sweat was pouring off of both of us and I could taste the salt from his as I licked behind his ear some more. It was getting hard to keep a steady pace as the smell from our previous climax, his slightly musky odor and the taste of his sweat was really turning me on. A few more strokes and I knew I was going to lose it soon. I could feel my sack tighten against the base of my cock and my nuts start to get that exquisite tingling feeling that precedes climax. My left arm was under his neck and bending my elbow I put my left hand on his chest and pulled him back against my chest. We both stiffened. He thrust into my hand and I into his crack. We were in perfect time, like an orchestra under the leadership of a good conductor. We even spasmed the same number of times before we both fell limp on the bed.

As we lay there catching our breath I started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“I know what were going to be doing today.” 

“What?”

“Lots of laundry.” I think every sheet in the house was in the laundry. It had been a great three day weekend so far.

To be continued.