I Love Corey, Chapter Twelve

Chapter twelve

The next week started out about like normal. There were the usual meetings, classes, papers to grade and football practices. I’d found time to ask Mrs. Webb about remedial reading for Corey and she was working up a program for him so that seemed to be under control. All in all it was a very normal week until Wednesday. That was when Mr. Young called and asked if I would stop in after practice as he wanted to talk with me a while.

When I got there after dropping Corey off at my place, he asked me to tell him the truth no matter how embarrassing it might be. I was immediately nervous. He told me this was important as my answers would determine what he recommended. Now to tell the truth, I wasn’t sure if I liked the way this was starting. He told me not to worry as this was a privileged conversation and the worst that could happen is that he would withdraw from the matter and that would be that. The only problem I saw with that approach was that anyone who happened to hear about his dropping of this matter was sure to be able put two and two together and get the right answer. As there didn’t seem to be any way to dodge this situation, I told him to go ahead with his questions.

He started where he had left off Saturday afternoon. He again asked if I was aware that Corey loved me. I wasn’t too happy about answering him but told him yes, I was aware of that fact. He half smiled and leaned back in his chair. I figured I knew what the next question would be and he didn’t disappoint me. He wanted to know if I loved Corey. A million thoughts churned around in my mind as I wondered how to best answer that. In the end I simply told him yes. He broke out in a smile and said that now that he understood the situation he had some other questions that needed answering. He wanted to know if I could afford to take care of Corey if anything happened to his mother. I wound up explaining about my inheritance and assuring him I would be able to do so if necessary. His next question surprised me as he wanted to know if I was willing to take care of Corey under those types of circumstances as if he was my son. I said yes but asked him what he meant by those types of circumstances. He smiled and explained that she might die or run away and leave Corey or even become incapacitated for starters. I hadn’t thought of things like that but told him I would be there for Corey if he needed me. When he asked if that included my accepting responsibility for things like medical bills that Corey might incur I told him yes. 

By now he was leaning back in his chair with a big smile on his face and said I had made his job both easier and more complicated. I must have looked puzzled as he proceeded to explain to me what he had in mind. Minus all the legal jargon it amounted to this. He would try to get the court to treat it in the same manner as if I was Corey’s father and Corey’s mother and I were getting a divorce. I would have visiting rights and when he was with me I would be able to act as his guardian. He told me he would make sure I wasn’t responsible for his mother’s debts and problems. He then asked me if that covered the things I was concerned about? I told him better than I could have imagined but I wondered if Corey’s mother would be willing to agree to something like this. He laughed and said she all ready had.

He did say that the state would probably want to check me out and also the house to make sure everything was all right but based on what everyone had told he didn’t see any problems.

I asked him if he thought the state would allow something like this and he grinned and said he was sure he could convince them that it would be in Corey’s best interests but he hoped it wouldn’t take too much as if it did, Mrs. Babcock would be made to look pretty bad. 

All of a sudden I felt sorry for her. Yes I was angry that she didn’t seem to be able to properly take care of Corey, but he loved her and I didn’t want her hurt as that would hurt him too. He saw the look on my face and asked what the matter was.

I explained I would rather she wasn’t hurt and he said she had told him to go ahead even if it meant her reputation might suffer. I now knew she loved him very much but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. I guess sometimes life deals people a pretty rough hand and sometimes they don’t handle it very well. 

By now I knew he hadn’t even given the idea of a sexual relationship between Corey and me a thought. I was surprised. I guess that which I had been attempting to hide was so well hidden that it never entered anyone’s mind. Apparently the fact that I had been so open about everything with everyone had worked. 

As I was getting ready to leave he surprised me by saying that he had talked to Jerry and as soon as the papers were filed and approved, I could put Corey on the health plan furnished by the school and if I wanted to claim him as a deduction on my taxes I would have to keep records to show what part I contributed to his welfare and sustenance and how much it cost me. When I left I was walking on air. I had never dreamed something like this might be possible.

I drove home and floated into the house. Corey was on his computer still exploring all the programs and games so he didn’t notice the grin I had. He asked me how it had gone and I just said okay. He must have heard something in my voice because he turned around and looked at me. When I explained what Mr. Young had told me and what he was going to try to do Corey was as excited as I was. All he could say was cool, he’d always wanted a dad and now maybe he would have one, even if I wasn’t his real one. We finally quit hugging each other and I started dinner. Corey was so excited that he would start to look at his computer and then turn to me and grin. He kept doing that the whole time I fixed dinner. I wasn’t much better. I burned the steaks. Fortunately not too badly but neither of us noticed and we ate them anyway.

After dinner and the dishes I told him we had to make a few changes as the state might send someone to check out our living arrangements. He asked what that might be and I told him the sex room had to be dismantled. He felt bad over that as he liked it but I told him we never used it anymore so who cared. He immediately cheered up. I also said that all of his clothes would have to be kept in his room and that his toothbrush and other personal grooming items would have to stay in the bathroom adjoining it. Lastly, I suggested that we needed to decorate his room so it looked like it was his and set his computer up in it. 

He looked kind of sad and said he had never had a room he could decorate and didn’t know what to do. That stopped me in my tracks. Up till now I had never realized how poor his childhood had been. Now that I thought about it, I a lot of things started to fall into place. He had never mentioned friends or playing games or anything like that. Over the past few weeks he had started talking to the team members and was beginning to act more like a normal kid. While he was still pretty quiet, at least he was becoming acquainted with his classmates and the faculty. I wondered how best to handle this.

“Corey, I was just thinking, when we get your room fixed up the way you like it why don’t you invite some friends over for dinner or a sleep over or whatever you’d like. I suppose what I am trying to say is treat the house like you owned it and feel free to have fun and enjoy yourself. Just let me know in advance if you can so I can have enough food and stuff. I never expected to be your whole life and shouldn’t be. I’m just part of it.”

He started to look a little scared and lost.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something that upset you?” I asked 

“Don’t you like me anymore?” 

I could see I’d upset him. 

“Good God yes, I love you. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I wondered how to best proceed. Suddenly I knew what was troubling him. I was now the center of his existence and he didn’t understand that he could let others in and we would still be there for each other and be lovers.

“Look, Vern and I are friends. He’s just one of many. If I make another, I don’t have to get rid of one. I like him a lot but I didn’t give up any of my other friends when I met him and we became friendly. I still have friends from when I went to school and college and a bunch I have met since I came to work here. Now love is a little different. While you can love more than one person at a time, it is usually a different type of love. For example, you can love your parents, in your case your mother, and yet love me in a different way. Do you think you understand what I’m trying to say?” 

I could almost see the wheels turning as he thought that over. Suddenly his eyes lit up.

“You mean I could like someone like Jerry Webster but not want to suck him and still love you.”

“I think you’re getting the picture.” I felt so sorry for him. He had moved around so much and his mother hadn’t had time for him. The poor kid had never had a chance to learn about a lot of things like having friends just because you like being around them. No wonder he had been so quiet when I first met him. He didn’t know how to relate to people. I vowed to myself that that was something we had to work on. In fact, the more I learned about him, the more amazed I was that he had turned out as well as he had. Somehow I doubted that I would have done as well under similar circumstances. Deep down he had to be a very strong person to have survived like he had.

The rest of the evening he was quiet. I wondered what was going through his mind but as he didn’t say anything, I just let him alone and went about the house work. When it was time for bed, I asked him if he wanted a shower or bath and he asked if I would help him with a shower. I love it when we shower together. There is something about running my hands over his soapy body that is so exciting. If left to myself we both would be like wrinkled prunes. I doubt we’d ever come out of the shower.

I managed to scrub every part of him except the bottom of his left foot. That was the one he stood on. All right, I’ll admit there was a certain amount of grabbing and touching and giggling but no more than was necessary. By the time I got him in bed we were in a playful mood. He grabbed his pillow and covered a certain part of his body and said I’d already had enough fun with it while we were in the shower. I told him to watch it or I’d cum and feather him. He got the giggles and I all ready had them. He said that sounded like fun. The more I thought about that the funnier it sounded. I couldn’t help it. I was lying beside him laughing as hard as was possible and I couldn’t stop. He took his pillow and started hitting me with it. That was worse. I started yelling at him to beat me, beat me with the pillow. He started swinging the pillow harder and it was almost like I had prophesized it. The pillow split and there were feathers all over. That was too much for me, I was laughing and trying to tickle him and babbling something about we needed cum so the feathers didn’t go to waste. I eventually managed to stop laughing and get the vacuum cleaner and capture most of the feathers. While I was doing that, every time our eyes met we’d burst into laughter again.