I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty

Here’s another chapter. Once again my thanks to Ernie for his editing. Perhaps someday I’ll learn how to proofread correctly. Then again, pigs may learn to fly. I suspect the flying pigs have a better chance of becoming reality than the other. Hope you enjoy. Fritz 

I love Corey, Chapter Twenty.

After the first round, our sexual play was a little more restrained and gentle. In fact it consisted mostly of kissing and talking for a while. After a certain amount of that I noticed that he was once again hard. I decided to take matters into hand, literally. He was on his back so I just let my hand slide down his stomach to that proud, jutting piece of flesh. When my hand engulfed it, he seemed to like it. For that matter, so did I. I loved the feel of it as my hand slowly stroked it. It was warm and hard and silky and I knew he was enjoying it so that made me enjoy it also. Somehow, giving him pleasure made me happy. 

It wasn’t long before I noticed his hand was headed for my pride and joy.

“No, let me. You can work on me later.”

His head flopped back on the bed and a smile flitted across his face. He just lay there allowing me to do whatever I wanted. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to taste him, to have him in my mouth. I decided to work manually for a while before I switched to orally. We didn’t have to get up early so I had lots of time.

As I fondled his cock, I kissed and sucked his nipples. That produced sighs and what could almost be described as a purr. I swear, if he was a cat he would be purring. The sighs would be followed by a soft groan that vibrated in his chest, more of a rumble. Like I said, he was trying to purr. That just turned me on. It wasn’t long before I just had to taste him.

When he’d used the washcloth to clean us up, it wasn’t as effective as a shower. As I took him in my mouth I could taste the remains of our previous lovemaking. It was faint, but distinctively Corey. It was that which I loved. Maybe I ought to study chemistry and see if I could develop a fake Corey flavor. Perhaps I could market it and make lots of money. If I did that though, I’d have to share the taste. I decided against that. I decided to keep his taste all to myself. I guess I’m just selfish. I wasn’t willing to share him.

It wasn’t long before I could tell he was becoming more aroused. The sighs got louder and the groans were no longer like purrs. They soon became more guttural in tone. Also, both sounds became louder. His body began to thrust upward, trying to drive himself deeper into my mouth. I started sucking harder, trying to help him by drawing him further into my mouth. One hand was rubbing and teasing his nipples, the other gently manipulating his testicles. I started humming, trying to stimulate him even more. That humming, coupled with the sucking and manipulation of his nipples and scrotum soon produced the result I was after. He arched up from the bed and his cock stiffened and started to pulse. I could hear some grunts and taste the rewards of my labor.

It was a labor of love. I loved him and I loved his taste. I found it hard to believe he was mine. Mine as much as anyone can belong to anyone. A wave of emotion washed over me and all I could do was continue to suck and think of how lucky I was. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before he was done. He collapsed back on the bed and his body became limp. It took his cock a little longer to loose its stiffness and I continued to suck even as it softened. Only now, my sucking was softer and gentler.

It wasn’t long until I knew I had to stop. Anymore might become painful for him. I stopped and just let it remain in my mouth. I heard his breathing slow and soon it was back to normal. When I finally released his cock from my mouth and looked up, his eyes were closed. He had fallen asleep. I turned in the bed and arranged myself so that he was in my arms. All was right with my world. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

When a full bladder awakened me, he was still in my arms. I delayed the trip that relieves so I could admire him. He was so peaceful laying there sleeping. His blond hair sort of fell across his forehead and I finally reached out and gently moved it out of the way so I could kiss him. Somehow, kissing his forehead while he was sleeping seemed so right. 

My bladder would no longer wait. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. It was too late to go back to sleep so I went through the usual morning routine. When I was finished, he was still sleeping so I just headed for the kitchen to start the day.

I had the coffee finished and the orange juice squeezed when Corey finally came straggling out to join me. He sat down, yawned, and took a drink of juice. 

“What’s up today?”

I thought about that. “I don’t know. What would you like to do?”

He sat there for a while, apparently thinking about his answer.

“I wish the pistol range was open. I’d like to practice some more.”

“I know a place where we could shoot. It’s up in the woods and it’s also a nice place to have a picnic.”

“I forgot. I don’t have any ammunition. The order isn’t supposed to be here until Monday.”

“Well, we could load some.”

I could see the wheels turning. I don’t think he’d ever heard that term before.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Corey, we could load some ammunition for the pistol. We’ve got the empties and I’m pretty sure there’s some bullets. I know there’s powder and primers. I’ll have to check, but it wouldn’t take long to load up some ammo for the Colt.” 

With that I had to go see what was available. I was right. There were some boxes of bullets and I knew I had all the rest so I told him as soon as we finished breakfast, we’d load some ammo and go shoot.

I suppose it’s kind of odd. Here Corey had been living with me for a couple of months but he had never been in the small room in the basement where I’d rigged up my reloading presses. In fact, the only two rooms in the basement he’d been in were the ‘sex’ room, which was now cleared out and returned to its original duty as a guest room, and the spa area which had both a hot tub and a sauna. I suppose I should have said three because he’d used the bathroom but I didn’t really think of bathrooms as rooms. They were just things you took for granted, like they had to be there. The others were the ones that were interesting.

After breakfast we went downstairs and as we were about to enter the reloading room he asked me about another doorway. That caused me to give him a quick tour.

There was of course the guest room and the spa, along with the necessary bathroom. The rest consisted of the room where I reloaded ammunition, my dark room, a storage room where I had lots of shelves filled with all sorts of things, and a big room that I’d never figured out what to do with. At the present time it had a bunch of stuff I couldn’t figure out whether to keep or throw away. Most of it should probably be thrown away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I might find a use for it some day. The door he’d asked about was the one into the dark room.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t done any of those things I used to do to occupy my time since he came into my life. I used to take and develop pictures and enjoy it. Since Corey, I couldn’t seem to find the time. There were always things to talk about and schoolwork to help him with. Throw in a little time for loving him and that didn’t leave much for other things. Of course, I’d never had all that much time during football season anyway.

It didn’t take all that long to load the ammunition. I looked up the data and set the powder measure. At first Corey was nervous about being around the powder but I finally grabbed some cans and took him outside. Making a little pile of powder, I threw a match in it. He thought there’d be a big bang and was surprised when it just slowly burned up. It took a couple of seconds for the pile to completely burn. I then showed him the difference in other powders. I had some real slow rifle powder and it took a lot longer and the shotgun shell powder almost flashed. As we walked back downstairs I explained about burning rates and why you had to have different ones for different cartridges. 

After the ammo was loaded, I grabbed some targets, my Unertl spotting scope, the tripod for it and we loaded things up. I had decided to stop and buy the picnic supplies at Downey’s. We were just about to leave when the phone rang.

It was Bob Asher. He wouldn’t be able to make it for dinner tonight as he needed to visit his son who had just become a father for the third time. After getting all the data as to sex, length, weight, and name I told him we’d see him whenever he got back. That meant we could stay out later. I thought for a few seconds and grabbed a few more things and away we went.