I Love Corey, Chapter Eight

As it turned out we could have stayed in the hotel for a while. Dr. Benz was a lot longer in surgery than he had expected. The only reason we had gotten a Saturday appointment was that he was doing a procedure on one of the Forty-niners. It was almost ten before he showed up. After the introductions he reviewed the records and did his own examination. He agreed with Vince’s diagnoses and said he would be happy to do the operation. When I asked him when, he said his office would be in touch. By now it was eleven and we left.

The funeral was scheduled for one and I asked him if he would care to attend. He considered it and decided he would like to go and support his mother and show respect for her friend. As the funeral was being held in Santa Rosa it wouldn’t take long to drive and we had a quick lunch and left.

When we got to the church I was somewhat surprised to find that there were only three others white faces besides Corey’s, his mother’s and mine. It was a very nice service and when it was over we waited to talk to his mother. While standing there I heard a voice say
“Sam Lofton, I didn’t expect to see you here. I didn’t know you knew Adah Wilson?”

It was Bret Jackson, an old friend from high school. I hadn’t seen him since the summer we graduated. I explained that I didn’t and why I was there. I introduced him to Corey. We stood there talking and he told us about Mrs. Wilson and how she had taken it upon herself to help girls in trouble with their parents. Pretty soon there was a good sized group standing around us and filling in the gaps in what Bret was telling. She sounded like the kind of person that the world needs more of. Bret kept introducing people and finally Mrs. Babcock came out. I filled her in on what the doctor had said. I could tell she was glad I had brought Corey to the service.

Corey and I were getting ready to leave but everyone insisted we attend the luncheon which was to follow. As there didn’t seem to be any way to decline politely, we went.

Corey and I were sort of out of place at the luncheon as we were the only two who had never met the deceased. All the others seemed to go out of their way to make us feel comfortable. It might have helped that Corey’s mother was known to them and that I knew Bret but somehow I think they were just real nice people and wanted to share their memories of someone they cared a lot for. By the time it was over I found myself wishing I had been given a chance to know her. I was helping Bret and some others clean up when the minister came into the kitchen. Bret introduced me and afterward they started talking about what the church was going to have to do to replace her in their program for helping troubled girls. While she had started it on her own, it had grown to where she had asked the church for help. I continued washing dishes and eavesdropped shamelessly. When we were done cleaning, I told them all I had enjoyed meeting them but we had to get going. I got Bret’s address and Corey and I headed home.

We stopped at the market to pick up something for dinner and Mr. Downie was there. While chatting with him he asked how the counselor program was coming. I told him we were getting it set up and it should be in operation soon. He asked me to keep him informed of how it was going because, prior to the barbeque, he had been against it. He said that hearing me tell why I wanted to be a teacher had caused him to change his mind. Mr. Downie had been elected to fill Norm Perkins’ place on the board when he died so he hadn’t been at that interview. Now I finally understood what was in Jerry’s mind when he had kept after me to talk about it. There had been a couple of school board members there. I’m going to have to pay more attention to him. He has a devious mind.

It was fairly late for dinner but as we had eaten two lunches we weren’t hungry yet. I had gotten a chicken and decided to roast it. I thought some mashed potatoes and gravy would go well with it so I prepared and seasoned the chicken and popped it in the oven. While it was cooking I talked with Corey about his reading. He didn’t seem to think it was a problem. I couldn’t seem to get it through his head that it would make school easier and allow him to get a better education and job when he was out of school. I finally had to finish dinner and hadn’t gotten anywhere. Oh well, I had lots of time. If I couldn’t outsmart a thirteen year old maybe I ought to quit.

While I was finishing dinner, Corey booted up the computer and started checking Ebay and had to pay for the last of his wins. He had just finished up when dinner was done. Afterwards, we discussed the meeting with Dr. Benz and the funeral. Dr. Benz had taken quite a lot of time explaining just what could go wrong and what to expect and Corey seemed a little nervous. I explained that, to a healthy person, the risk of the anesthetic was very low and that I was certain he had mentioned it because of the risk of malpractice law suits. I also pointed out that he had been that route before with no ill effects. That seemed to reassure him. When we got to talking about the funeral I was surprised when he suggested that we should come up with a way to raise some money to help with the church’s program for troubled young women. I hadn’t realized he was listening. I had already planned to donate to them as it seemed like a good cause and they appeared to be doing a first-class job. Things had been so busy that he had not yet talked to his mother about joining the scouts but he hoped if she let him they might help raise the money.

I was amazed when I stopped to think about it that he had come so far from that shy person who rarely said anything to the person now before me. He was getting more self confidence all the time. All of a sudden it dawned on me. The kids who appeared confident and in control of themselves all had parents who took a real interest in them and encouraged them. Why I hadn’t thought of that before I couldn’t understand. I now knew how to spot potential problems and had an insight on how to help and deal with them. Under my encouragement and love, Corey was maturing and becoming more confident. It had been only a few weeks and already the results were starting to show. I would have to make sure to work with some of the students who appeared to need a boost in that department. I guess being a teacher is a lifelong learning experience. Here a student was teaching me although he didn’t know it.

I told Corey I had better call Vince and report and thank him. He said he would like to make the call so I told him to go ahead. When he thanked Dr. Logan I was proud of him. It was very sincere and heart warming. Too often we forget to thank those we should.

It was now getting late so I picked up the kitchen, started the dishwasher and headed for bed. Corey was right behind me. While we were getting undressed he sighed and said he wished his mother would be away more often as it gave us more time together. Suddenly I was sad. Tomorrow night I would have to lay in my bed alone and so would he. We got into bed and I held him and kissed him softly for a long time. Finally I realized there was still tonight.

I started in on him. I kissed and licked and just generally started to get him hot. He started responding and before long I forgot about tomorrow. I grabbed the lube and then started fingering him. I could here him groan and sigh. It was turning me on and when he grabbed my head and started forcing my face into his belly, I almost came. He fucked my face and when he was through he just lay there catching his breath. As soon as his breathing slowed slightly, he pushed me off of him and started in sucking me. It didn’t take long for his scalding hot mouth to get me off and I had to catch my breath. After that, we spent a little more time on each other.

It was like we were never going to be together again. I started licking him trying to get his taste impressed in my mind. I wanted to be able to remember how his tongue, his face, his armpits, his bellybutton and any part of him tasted. I’d lick and taste and try to fix it in my mind. Mostly he just tasted good. Some parts were better than others in that they were stronger. His armpits tasted better then his neck, kind of salty and sour. His face and eyes were just mildly salty. When I got to his cock and balls the smell was delicious. Sort of musky and sweaty and they still had the aroma of his earlier climax. I couldn’t get enough of that smell. They tasted even better than they smelled. I grasped his cock and licked that area where the foreskin joins the shaft and I could feel his body stiffen and tremble. When I worked on the slit he was gasping and writhing. I wanted it to last but he seemed to need release so I started licking and sucking. It took longer this time. He raised a leg for my finger but I ignored it and continued. I didn’t want to hurry him. The longer you can last the better the release. Besides, I loved his taste, the feel of that beautiful cock in my mouth and the knowledge that I was making him happy. I would have been happy to go on all night but soon he came. Once again I got to drink from his well of life. God it was good.

When his breathing had slowed he curled up in my arms and told me how he loved me and how I made him feel secure and at peace with the world. I kissed him softly and told him I loved him and he slowly fell asleep.

To be continued