I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-One

After a little, very one-sided conversation, Corey asked if there would be enough for Bob to have dinner. I laughed and told him that unless he thought he could eat most of a four plus pound chicken there ought to be enough for three of us. After he hung up Corey told me Bob would be here in about thirty minutes. After telling him they ought to have at least an hour before dinner for his lesson, I continued cutting up the chicken.

Bob showed up and took a few minutes to tell us about his new grandchild. He even had some pictures of her that his son had taken with his digital camera and printed. I’m sorry, newborn babies look like newborn babies. In my opinion one needs to wait a few days until some of the redness goes away before you start bragging about how beautiful a baby is. Non-the-less I made the appropriate sounds about how pretty the baby was. Actually I would prefer to wait until they are old enough to grin and interact with me. That’s when I start to think they are cute. I just love it when a baby grins at me. I want to pick them up and hug them forever. 

While I was making all the appropriate noises about the baby it was quite obvious that Corey wasn’t all that impressed. I finally couldn’t resist. 

“What’s the matter Corey? You don’t sound very thrilled about Bob’s grandchild.”

“Oh no. I think she’s real uhh cu….err pretty.” Bob started to grin when Corey said that. It wasn’t hard to figure out Corey was less than impressed with the appearance of the new-born. I decided maybe I ought to lay it on a little.

“Bob, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier baby. Look at her cute nose and eyes.” I wasn’t sure how that would go over as her eyes were closed in the picture we were now looking at. “I bet she’ll look just like her mother when she grows up. You can tell she has her mother’s features.”

Now Bob knew I’d never met his daughter-in-law and I wasn’t sure how he would react but he went right along with me. That was when I was sure he had picked up on Corey’s lack of interest. 

By the time Corey begged off to go to his room and get his lesson ready, Bob and I had really laid it on about how pretty the baby was. As soon as Corey was out of hearing Bob turned to me.

“God, new-borns really all look pretty much alike. What were you trying to do? Drive the poor kid mad.” He was giggling so hard I wasn’t sure he was going to manage to keep standing.

“It’s good for him. You will have to admit that ones first experience to a new-born, unless you are the mother, is a little shocking. I reacted about like he did when my Uncle Matt and his wife had their first child.”

“I know what you mean. I reacted about the same way when my wife gave birth the first time. I thought something was wrong with him,” he said while continuing to giggle.

“Then they grow up and you know something was wrong with them.” I couldn’t resist that. That was too much for Bob. His giggles gave way to an all out belly laugh. 

“I think you better go give Corey his lesson. Dinner will be in about forty-five minutes,” I said while handing Bob a mug of coffee.

“We can at least get started. He really is doing well.”

“By the way, she is a good looking for a new-born. I suppose you’ll soon be spoiling her rotten.”

“You know it Sam. That’s the first granddaughter. The other three are boys.”

“I think I’ll take out some life insurance on you. Her parents will most likely kill you one of these days and there’s no reason I shouldn’t benefit from it,” I quipped.

Bob headed for Corey’s room, laughing all the way. I went on with dinner preparations. Things had gone well today and I was in a good mood. In fact, the last week had gone well. The contractor would replace the window tomorrow. If it had been a standard size it would have all ready been fixed but he’d had to order the replacement. There had been no more incidents with the Rev. Langston and his followers and I hoped they’d come to their senses and would just let things drop. I still wished the Scouts would adopt a more enlightened attitude but wasn’t going to hold my breath. We’d just have to continue and hope for the best. Maybe someday there would be a change in policy and I could go back to working with the Scouts.

When dinner was ready, I yelled down the hall to Corey and Bob. I had it on the table by the time they had washed their hands and come to the dining room. We all enjoyed the chicken. I was somewhat puzzled as to why Corey and I thought it tasted so good as we’d had chicken for lunch yesterday while shooting our pistols, but decided the difference in the way it was cooked probably accounted for that. We laughed and visited while eating and when we were finished I started picking up the dishes while Corey and Bob went back to Corey’s room to finish his art lesson. 

Since I couldn’t really offer anything constructive to his lessons, I decided to catch up on grading papers and my lesson plans. I didn’t have many to do as I had managed to get most of them done in the odd free minutes I’d had during the week. I had all the grading done and almost caught up on updating my lesson plans when Bob finished his lesson. We visited a few minutes and he told me he had to get home and get his own plans caught up. Corey stayed in his room, working on his lesson.

Since my normal teaching was very flexible in its approach, meaning that I wasn’t wedded to what the day’s plan called for, I soon had learned that I had to make sure and check to see that I got everything in. While I had textbooks, a good share of the lessons were what I wanted to talk about and the book was only used to make sure the lessons were properly learned and understood. I made sure my students learned what was in the book but also taught them how those rules and problems were applied to real life. For example, a couple of weeks ago we had been talking about statistics and I had spent some time on how they could be used. I taught them about how a poll could be taken and used to indicate who would win an election. Since it was an election year, they all seemed to get a better understanding of why one might want to be able to use those lessons regarding it. It’s my theory that students get a better understanding of the lessons if you can show them how they can be applied to real life. If you don’t, they seem to soon forget the lessons.

I was just finishing updating my lesson plans when Corey came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me.”

“Oh. What is it I’ve done for you?”

“You’ve made me happy.”

“Why is that Corey?”

“Well, before you took an interest in me I didn’t have any friends. Lots of times I was hungry. I didn’t get very good grades. I knew I was different and didn’t know who to talk to or even if there was anyone else that felt the same as I did. Since I met you I’ve learned to accept myself, made friends, and my knee no longer bothers me. I get better grades and now I think I might be able to do anything I want.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. For a long time I didn’t think I would be able to do much of anything. I didn’t think I was smart enough.”

All of a sudden it overwhelmed me. I could see the difference I’d made in his life. A lot of the changes resulted from nothing more than offering encouragement. Some had required some work on my part or the work of one of my colleagues. I realized what had been required was someone to take an interest in him and encourage him. I wondered how many other students would develop better if they had the same encouragement. In one sense I was thrilled that he had responded so well to my efforts but in another I was saddened. If such actions could make such a difference in Corey, I wished that all the other students that were having problems could have the same support. It just didn’t seem right that so many children would lack such an important thing that was, in one sense, so simple, yet so vital. I wished I knew of some way to get parents to make the effort to encourage their children and help them instead of running them down or belittling them. The best part of it all was that I had enjoyed doing those things. If all parents would take time to think about it, I wonder how many would discover the joy of helping their child. Add to that the fact that they would have a child that they could be proud of and show off to their friends.

“I didn’t really do much Corey. You did it.”

“I don’t think I could have done it without your help.” With that he gave me a kiss. 

It’s a good thing I was about done with my lesson plans because I suddenly had need of him. I wanted to hold him and love him. I shut off my laptop and we headed for bed. I wanted to make him know how important he was to me.

It didn’t take long before we were undressed and in bed. Well actually we were on top of the bed but both of us were a little too hot at the time to want to be under the covers.

It was very easy for me to figure out that he wanted to make love to me. Every time I started to do something to and for him he quickly stopped me. I soon gave up and allowed him to do what he wanted.

We’d never gotten beyond oral sex but it’s surprising how many variations can take place in that one form of making love to someone. Most of the time when Corey took the lead he would do a lot of kissing and licking. Tonight there was a lot of that but he added nibbling. After some kissing and licking of my face and neck he worked his way down to my chest. That’s when the nibbling started. At first he just scraped his teeth lightly over my nipples, but when he observed the reaction that produced in me, he soon started gently nipping and licking. Not being a girl, I have no idea how sensitive their nipples are but I can tell you this, if girls nipples are anywhere as sensitive as mine, I have no idea how they can ever nurse a baby. If Corey’s work on mine were any indication of how a baby suckling would feel, I’d kill myself with multiple orgasms.

Each time his teeth lightly scraped or he nipped, I’d shiver all over with anticipation. I knew I was leaking precum like a bad faucet but he seemed in no hurry to examine that particular problem. He just kept nipping and licking and scraping his teeth on my nipples. I was panting and shivering and so hard it hurt. I wished he’d hurry and get to the main event, yet wanted this to last forever. I was so hot and excited I had no idea what I wanted. I just knew this was great.

After what seemed like forever, he stopped and just let his head lay on my stomach. He was facing my engorged member and I could feel his warm breath on it every time he exhaled. I was so hot I was about to shoot and to frustrate me he just lay there doing nothing. 
Slowly I came down from the edge. When he sensed I was a little more relaxed, he started licking. It wasn’t fast, just an occasional swipe with his tongue. Sometimes his tongue just flicked across the tip of my cock, other times he would twist it a little with his hand and lick just under the crown. No matter what he did, every time he did something it seemed like he was trying to send my senses into overload. When he wasn’t licking, there was still the sensation of his warm breath gently rushing past my cock. All I could do was lay there and wait to see what he would do next.

Suddenly he made his move. I’d managed to calm down a little and then he swallowed me. I could feel his throat muscles working as he swallowed again and again. His mouth was hot and the feeling of his throat contracting again and again pushed me over the edge. 

As I arched my back I could feel him pull back slightly. Somehow I knew he wanted to taste his reward for all his work. 

I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it. I could feel his tongue swirling around my cock. With each blast my muscles contracted, causing me to arch my back a little higher. About the time I thought my back would break from the strain I was putting on it, I was finished. I just collapsed back onto the bed. I was panting, and sweating, and in heaven.

When I was totally limp he finally quit playing with my tool. All I could do was just lay there. He’d managed to take me to a condition where I’d given him my all. I had no strength left.

He squirmed around on the bed and kissed me. I could taste myself and the flavor that was unmistakably Corey. I managed to wrap my arms around him and we both drifted off to sleep. All was right with my world. The one who I loved more than life itself was in my arms and he loved me back. Who could ask for more?

To be continued...