I Love Corey Chapter Fifteen

I don’t know what was wrong, I hadn’t been this embarrassed since I was a virgin. I mean no one talks about sex with anyone except their partners. They brag to their friend and acquaintances about imaginary conquests and stuff like that but rarely tell the truth at those times. Here I was trying to talk to a student and I was making a mess out of it. My face was red as a beet and I was losing all trains of thought and didn’t have any idea of what I should say next. I may have had some idea of where I was going at one time but now all I could think of was how badly I felt that I wasn’t helping him and how badly I was blushing. I didn’t have any idea of what to say next. I just knew I had to say something. Without thinking I blurted out the next thing that popped into my head, notice I didn’t say mind as I think that had shut down.

“God I couldn’t get hard if I wanted too. I’m blushing so much there isn’t enough blood left to give a mosquito a hard-on.”

As soon as I realized what I had said I just froze. I had now screwed things up beyond belief. I was trying to figure out how to apologize when I heard a kind of snort, and then another followed by a gasp. I glanced at Jason and could see his shoulders start to shake. Oh God, I felt sick. I hadn’t meant to hurt him in any way, all I wanted to do was help him. 

About that time he started to giggle, and then he giggled some more and he just couldn’t seem to stop. It suddenly dawned on me how ridiculous this whole thing sounded. I started to giggle too and almost instantly we both dissolved into laughter. We couldn’t seem to stop laughing. Every time one of us would manage to stop laughing we would look at each other and start all over again. He finally held his hands up close together and started spreading them apart like someone trying to show how long a fish was and laughing hysterically.

“Mosquito” he gasped.

“If you ever say that word when someone else is around so help me I’ll fuckin kill ya” I managed to say between bursts of laughter.

We sat there laughing for what seemed like forever but was actually only about five minutes. We had both laughed so hard tears were streaming down our faces. When things calmed down I threw him some tissues and taking some myself we both wiped our eyes. 

The ice had been broken. After that things went a lot better. I quit lecturing and we started talking with Jason asking questions and me doing my best to answer them. I was no longer embarrassed and he didn’t seem to be either. We talked more about how to “test the waters” concerning his friend and about being gay in general. I never told him I was but managed to tell him quite a bit about it acting as though I had some gay friends. That wasn’t a lie although it was somewhat less than the truth. During part of the conversation he mentioned he’d like to go to the gay part of San Francisco.

“You’d better wear iron shorts” I told him.

He looked puzzled.

“Look, I know who’s hot. I don’t care what sex they are. Take my word for it, you are and if you show up there you’d have to beat admirers off with a club.” I giggled. “Maybe I phrased that poorly but you understand what I mean.” 

He started snickering and giggling again but at least this time we didn’t get out of control. 

“You really think so?” he asked while blushing. 

“I’ve been there and seen what some of them like. Yes, I know so. Every chicken hawk in the city will be after you.” I wasn’t lying either. He was about five foot seven with a pretty well defined body, a bubble ass and a face that looked like the all American kid next door with light brown hair and a cute grin. If he showed up in that area it would be like the neighborhood bitch came in heat and all the male dogs in the area were loose. Besides, I’d all ready noticed a bunch of girls looking at him with that “look” in their eyes. Boy, were they going to be disappointed.

“What’s a chicken hawk?” he asked.

“Well, if I understand it correctly, a chicken is a young gay male, usually in their teens, and a hawk is someone older who likes young boys. Something like that. There are some that like their boys even younger than you but most of them will follow you around like the pied piper or something.” Some might say I was describing myself but I didn’t see it that way. I just fell in love with Corey. It wasn’t because he was young. It was because of who he was. Somehow in my mind age never really entered into it except to worry about what would happen if we were ever caught. I know it sounds silly but that is the way I thought about it.

We spent the rest of the period talking and somewhere along the way I promised to get him a couple of porn magazines. When the period was about over I told him I would try to figure out a way to sound out his parents. I also suggested that if anyone inquired as to why he wanted to talk to me he might tell them he was curious about teaching and wanted to ask me about it. I told him that should be a good cover. He surprised me by saying he had been kind of thinking that maybe he would like to teach school sometime. With a little more conversation the period was over and I suggested he stop in next week and I should have his magazines and maybe some idea of how to deal with the problem of telling his parents. 

As he was leaving I put an arm around his shoulder and, giving him a little hug, told him to hang in there, things would work out. I was surprised at his reaction. He looked up, and then wrapped his arms around me, giving me a big hug while thanking me and telling me he was so glad he had talked to me. 

“I was almost ready to run away or try suicide. I just didn’t know what to do or who to talk too. I just felt so alone and worthless” he finished.

I pushed him back until I could look him directly in the eyes. “JJ, you gotta promise me something. Please don’t do anything stupid like running away and especially not suicide until you talk to me first. I can’t guarantee to solve your problems or make life perfect but I’ll try to help you. I know life isn’t always perfect. Sometimes it really sucks but you have to hang in there. As for worthless, I have no idea why you would feel that way. You’re a cute kid, get good grades, have a nice personality. I’d be damned proud if you were my son.” I hugged him again and all of a sudden I could feel some of the tension leave him. I gave him a big pat on the back and released him.

He promised and with that he left to catch his bus. The team started arriving for practice and things returned to the normal routine.

One of the problems with being a teacher is you can’t do a lot of things that most anyone else can. Now I would have to go someplace out of town and pick Jason up a couple of porn magazines. It had to be out of town for two reasons. First, I couldn’t let anyone think that a teacher would buy that type of thing and secondly because no store in town stocked a very good selection of that type of merchandise. I wanted to get him both some hetro ones for the plan and a couple of gay magazines just for him. Ah, the problems of having a reputation to uphold.

Practice was about normal. There was the usual goofing off and wisecracks and I was finally forced to make the team run a few extra laps to take some of the cockiness out of them but all in all not too bad. All the time in the back of my mind I was working on how to solve Jason’s problems but it didn’t interfere with the practice. It was just something to think about.

Practice was finally over and while Corey picked up and got the laundry started I finished the paper work involving the team. If I could just eliminate paper work things would be so much better. I’d have a lot more time to do things that accomplished something. About that time Vern stuck his head in and asked me if I had a few minutes.

“Sure Vern, what’s on your mind?”

“A couple of things Sam, starting with all that stuff in my shop.”

I laughed. “In regards to that I thought I’d sell part of it and the rest was your birthday present from your family. Actually, the table saw was supposed to be for your birthday and it got a little out of hand.”

“A little out of hand? Do you know that if I went to buy all that stuff it would be over twenty thousand dollars?”

I was surprised. I knew it was a good buy but didn’t have any idea how good. “You really think so?”

“I know so. In fact the only thing I don’t know is just how much over.”

“Well, I asked Frank Davies to come over tonight after dinner and give me an idea of how to sell some of it and about how much to ask for it” I answered.