I love Corey Chapter 3

He leaned back in the chair waiting so I started out. “Corey, most people lie about sex. Why I’m not sure. Maybe they are so insecure they are afraid to tell the truth. What I am going to tell you is the truth to the best of my recollection. This took place about ten years ago next April. I was fifteen and so horny you wouldn’t believe it. I swear if a rattlesnake had offered to let me fuck it and told me that at the end it would bite my cock and I would die I would have said let’s get started. I was a virgin. It wasn’t from lack of trying. I just kept striking out. I suppose the fact that I couldn’t decide whether I liked boys or girls had something to do with it. More likely it stood out all over me lake a sign saying I WANT SEX... I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t score as I thought I was the sexiest stud in high school. Anyway I had injured my knee in track and couldn’t even work out enough to take the edge off. The doctor wouldn’t let me run for another three weeks. My Uncle Matt was a grad student at Stanford and they were having a big track meet. He talked to the folks and they agreed to let me attend. Now I adore my Uncle Matt. He is nine years older then I am and always seemed to find time for me. Why I have no idea. He taught me to swim and ride a bike. He got me drunk the first time and held my head when I was sick afterwards. 

He told me about the birds and bees about two years before my father tried to. Dad sure was relieved when I told him Uncle Matt already had explained it. Anyhow Uncle Matt picked me up at school Friday afternoon and up to Palo Alto we went. It’s a little over an hours drive and after having dinner Uncle Matt said we should go over to the frat house and have a beer. I felt so grown up. When we got there a party was going on. Here were all these college guys and girls walking around and flirting with each other. All of a sudden I didn’t feel nearly as mature as I had earlier. Uncle Matt was well liked and he introduced me around. After that he wandered off to be with his girlfriend. I didn’t know what to say to all those people so I just took my beer and found a corner to hide in and stood there sipping it. Now I’m just standing there feeling out of place when this really sexy girl comes over and starts talking to me. She’s about five four, maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds with red hair and sparkling green eyes. She is stacked like a brick shithouse and I can’t believe my luck. Here is the best looking girl in the room talking to me. My ego puffed up along with my cock. After a while she says she’s so horny she can’t stand it. I wasn’t ready for that but knew I had to try. So I tried to be like the movie heroes. The next thing I know we are in a bedroom undressing each other. I didn’t know a damn thing about girl’s clothes but finally got them off her without ruining them. Now my poor dick has been hard ever since she started talking to me. We get on the bed and now I have no clue as to how I am supposed to proceed and she seems to think I should know just what to do. So I start fumbling around. I was so hot and worked up I was about ready to explode.” I looked at him and asked, “Did you make the first basket you tried to shoot?” He shook his head no. I went on “I knew what the goal was, just didn’t know how to get there. I had to try anyway. So here I am between her legs trying to get things lined up and I’m shaking like a leaf. I made a lunge and missed and my dick slid along on top of her. That one touch brought on a climax and here I am shooting all over her and the sheets. I was mortified. I started stammering out an apology and was about ready to cry when she asked if it was my first time. I knew it wouldn’t do any good to lie so I admitted it. She smiled and said to wait a few minutes and we would try again. The second wasn’t much better. I managed to get connected but a couple of thrusts and I shot again. It helped me but I could tell she didn’t get much out of it. She started explaining how to try and make her happy. The third time was a lot better. From her reaction I think she enjoyed it. 

We got dressed and went down and got another beer. After a few swallows she went over and told Uncle Matt that she was going to “borrow” me for a while. I have not a clue at what happened at the track meet. Late Sunday morning Uncle Matt picked me up at her apartment to take me home. Sarah told him she thought I was a keeper. I was a wreck but a happy one. I got in the car and Uncle Matt was smiling and I leaned back and dozed off. A while later I woke up because I had to take a leak and we were in a rest area and Uncle Matt was reading a book. He helped me get cleaned up and took me home. She is a great lady and she showed me the way.” While I had been talking I had finished the game hens and put them in the oven. I made a couple of glasses of iced tea for us and sat down across from him and continued. “She taught me that it isn’t about yourself but your partner, that you have to try to read the signals your partner gives you. The first few times with a new lover are the hardest but in some senses the most fun. You try different things on each other to see what works best.” I paused. “After that I had a lot more luck with my love life. Maybe it was confidence, maybe I was more relaxed or maybe that sign was gone. I don’t know. Later that year about the time summer vacation started, my best friend Jason told me he was gay. Now I’d heard about gay people and wondered about it and if I should try it but was way too embarrassed to ever talk about it to anyone. While I liked to look at boys, I was still under the impression that I was main stream. I told him that didn’t make any difference to me, that we were still best friends. He stammered and kept talking and I suddenly realized he wanted me. That really turned me on. Jason’s grandparents had come from Italy and he had curly brown hair and brown eyes. He had the cutest dimples and when he talked he waved his hands around. I’d always thought he was good looking but never suspected he was gay. We went to his house as his parents both worked and his sister had a summer job. 

We fooled around and jacked each other off and kissed but it wasn’t working for me. I could tell he thought he was losing me and he was getting desperate. I felt so sorry for him. Then I remembered Sarah, how she had been so patient. You know,,,,, I think that was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I had to try. How do you tell your best friend he is a poor lover? We were both young and didn’t know anything. Anyway, I started in. It seemed like the only word he heard was Sarah. All the rest of the words didn’t exist for him. He told me to get out. I wasn’t done so I wouldn’t leave. Jason started trying to hit me. I was bigger and stronger so I grabbed him and held him down all the time trying to tell him we needed to learn how to please each other. He started to cry and so did I. There we were, naked on the bed, me on top holding him down and both crying and screaming at each other. He finally ran down and I kept talking, trying to explain. At last he seemed to hear the words I was saying. Some hope came back on his face. We spent the summer learning to please each other. I guess that about covers how I learned to make love. It just takes a lot of practice to get good at it. I’m still learning.”

Glancing at my watch, I got up to continue fixing dinner. Corey didn’t say anything. He just sat there with a far off expression on his face. I wondered what he was thinking about. As I fixed the green beans, cucumber salad and biscuits he never said a word. Dinner was finally done and I told him to wash up. As we sat down to eat he looked up and said softly “I’d like to meet Sarah. You make her sound wonderful.” I smiled and said “Maybe you will. Uncle Matt married her half sister.” “You mean you still see her?” “Yes” I said, “She lives in Texas and married the star linebacker of the football team. His name’s Bruno. Don’t ever call football players dumb. He has a PHD in physics and works for an aerospace firm.” I continued, “He would have been an NFL player but he ruined his knee his senior year.” We went ahead and finished dinner. Corey still put away a lot of food but was a lot more mannerly. When we finished I asked him if he’d like to see the house. I showed him the family room where the computer and my organ were (actually, it is a fancy keyboard dressed as an organ. I never had any music lessons when I was young and I bought it on a whim. I don’t play very well but like to try. Maybe sometime I will have time to take lessons.) We finally made it downstairs to the sex room. I asked him if he thought he was ready. “I don’t know but I’d sure like to find out.”

I walked over and punched some numbers into the cd changer and the stereo started to play some soft dreamy orchestra music (Jackie Gleeson’s Music for Lovers Only) I had discovered a couple of years ago. As Bobby Hackett’s romantic trumpet played I started in. I slowly undressed us and laid him on the satin sheets on the edge of the bed. He felt tense so I started off with him face down and gave him a massage. I idly wondered if my physical therapy instructor would approve. I leaned over and whispered “just let me do everything and go along. We’ll learn along the way what you like. As that golden trumpet soared, I started kissing him. Then I stuck my tongue against is lips. I think he started to ask me what I was doing but he never got a chance. When his mouth opened I stuck my tongue in and started exploring his mouth. I could tell he didn’t know what to make of it but as he didn’t resist I continued. He started to respond. I kept right on and after a little while I started licking and kissing his face. When I got to his eyes I could taste the salt in the corners. I worked down to his neck and chest. I slipped my hands under his body, one hand from each side and started massaging his shoulders and neck muscles. As I kissed and licked his nipples I could feel him enjoying it. I nuzzled his arm pit and he started to twitch. I was either tickling him or turning him on. He sighed so I knew I had found a hot spot. The song switched again. I had lost track of how many songs had played but I didn’t care. There were 3 cds in the set and I was sure neither of us would last that long. Slipping my hands down his back I went to work on his abdomen. 

My back was starting to ache and he was squirming all over the bed. I wasn’t worried as I knew where I was going even if he didn’t. He was panting and I could feel him getting tense but I kept right on licking his belly button. He climaxed and I could feel the semen hit my forehead and ear. As it slowly ran down my face he started to apologize and I stopped long enough to tell him not to worry, everything was right on track. I switched angles and now my head was aimed at his feet. I went back up a ways and started again. I had started with him on my left and now he was on my right. I could feel his warm breath against my right shoulder. After a while he started to respond again. As I worked on his body I began to lose track of everything else. I no longer heard the music. I started on his cock. My shoulder was on his stomach holding him down. My hands were under him massaging his buttocks. I would squeeze them and then with my fingers rub the area around his anus and that area between the anus and scrotum. Far off I could hear a strange sound. I can't really describe it. It was somewhere between a wail and a gasp. I suddenly realized I was about to cum. My god, I thought. I haven’t lost control while giving a blow job since that summer with Jason. I couldn’t help it. I started fucking the side of the bed. Corey started bouncing like a basketball. It was marvelous. We coasted to a stop and I could feel the cramps in my back. I just collapsed on him. I could hear the music again. Sometime we had switched to the second cd. I could feel his sweaty skin under me, smell his mild musky odor and taste his somewhat sweet salty cum in my mouth. My knees were sore from being on them that long. I was totally spent. I felt him take a deep breath and heard him say “Now I understand what you mean.” I had succeeded.

Authors note When I started to write this I had read a bunch of the other stories which are posted. Some I had enjoyed and others no. (actually, one of the ones I didn’t care for caused me to say to myself “I can do better then that.” Then I wondered if I could and decided to see) Thinking about the ones I liked and the ones I disliked I discovered that the one major difference was that in the ones I liked you got a glimpse of the emotions or personality of the people in the story.

Therefore, I decided that I would try to construct the story in such a way that the readers would begin to get to know the people involved. Never having written anything before I didn’t have a clue as to how to do this but as the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

The first thing I discovered was that the erotic part and the story part were rarely the same. It also means that the erotic part occupies a smaller part then in most of the other stories. So be it. Hopefully you will look on the story part rather like foreplay. (Good foreplay makes the sex act much better)

In looking over the first three chapters I realized that one should more properly consider this series a love story. To say that discovery surprised me is the classic understatement. That was not the original goal. It seems to have taken on its’ own life and I am not sure where it will go. I will say I wish I had paid more attention in high school to writing. Punctuation and grammar would likely be much better.

To those of you who have taken the time and trouble to e-mail me with encouragement my many thanks. 
Enough. I need to get back to plotting chapter four. 

Fritz