I Love Corey Chapter Fifteen

One of the items that we had hauled over was a metal lathe and a bunch of stuff for it. Fred asked if we might consider selling it to the school district. That took more phone calls and by the time the dust had settled we agreed to sell the lathe and tooling for two thousand dollars to the school district. He said that the school had budgeted ten thousand for it but had been unable to come up with a new one for that price that had that much tooling. We decided to let it go that cheap although Fred insisted it was worth far more as we knew the kids would get good use out of it. Both the middle school and the high school shared the industrial building for classes so both would benefit from it. 

As we were looking at some of the other items Fred’s friend showed up. If I had thought Fred was happy over the lathe, his friend almost swooned over the planes. Several of them he handled like they were delicate china and he was afraid he might break them. While he was looking at the two boxes we had found Vern discovered another large box with more planes in it. All told there were thirty seven Stanleys and some Records and a bunch that I had never even heard the name of before like Norris, Sargent, D.R. Barton and others after we had found the rest of the boxes in which they were stored. When he told us the collection was easily worth over five thousand dollars we were stunned. He offered to help us sell them by getting in touch with some collectors he knew. We agreed to take pictures and make a list to send to those who were interested and decided to let them bid on them. By that time it was getting late so we all agreed to go home and work on this some other night.

Corey was just getting ready for bed when I got home. He was in my bedroom folding back the covers when I walked in and joined him. I helped him and then we went into the bathroom and brushed our teeth. After a joint pee we went to bed and then the fun started.

For some reason we were both in a giggly mood. Neither of us could seem to stop touching the other and then giggling about it. One time he would have his hands on my cock and the next time I would have my hands on his. Along the way the bed seemed to be getting trashed. We probably should have been on top of the covers but it seemed like more fun under them. The next thing we knew we were crawling around under the covers trying to get the proper hold of the other one and laughing like hyenas. Needless to say we were laughing so hard our grasping and grouping were somewhat less than effective. Every time one of us would get a hold of the other we would laugh so hard the other one would get away. I finally managed to get a hold of him and crawl on top so he couldn’t escape. Since I was a lot bigger and stronger I finally had captured him. I think he was tired of trying to get away anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised that this was his plan from the start.

I looked into his blue eyes and I could feel myself getting lost in them. I don’t know what there was about his eyes except when I looked into them all my thoughts seemed to go away and I was just there looking at him. No matter what had been bothering me or occupying my mind, those eyes washed it all away and all that was left was love for him. When I looked into them sometimes it hurt so much that it felt like I was being squeezed to death. I don’t know how I would survive if I could no longer have him. He was my son, my friend, my lover, all the things I needed to make me whole, to make my life wonderful and to give me a reason to go on living. I just couldn’t understand how I had managed to survive before he came into my life. The best part of the whole thing was that warm feeling that would come over me after that squeezed feeling. It was like the whole world started to sing and everyone was happy.

I slowly lowered my head and kissed him. There was no way I could ever tell him how much I loved him but I hoped that I could somehow show him. Another gentle kiss and our tongues started exploring. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I gently sucked on it. It had the taste of toothpaste and Corey, that taste that was his alone and the one that could drive me over the edge. He wasn’t the first person I had ever kissed but his was the first taste I had ever fallen in love with. That and his smell. Sometimes I felt I could live the rest of my life on nothing more than his smell and taste.

We continued to kiss, swapping spit and enjoying each other. I was starting to get hotter and judging by the way Corey was breathing and kissing so was he. I could feel his cock which was now hard as a rock pushing against my stomach. He started to thrust against me and all of a sudden the temperature seemed to go up about twenty or thirty degrees. My pulse wasn’t far behind.

Corey gave a quick push and suddenly I was on my back with a hot squirming boy all over me. He was kissing me and lying on top of me and his cock was trying to bore a hole in my abdomen. He was enough shorter than I was that I suddenly found my erection sticking up between his thighs with the head of it just grazing his pucker. He kept thrusting against me and squeezed his legs together and my precum which was streaming out started lubricating his crack. We kept kissing and it didn’t take long until or thrusts were in time. By now he had leaked enough precum to add to our sweat so that his cock was sliding between our abdomens almost like it had been greased. My cock had done the same thing with his crack and the sensation of it sliding up and down his crack seemed to set every nerve in my body on fire. 

I tried to get him to slow down to make it last but he was having none of that. As we continued to kiss and thrust I could hear him groan each time he gasped a breath. There was another sound that seemed to be a growl and I suddenly realized that I was making it. 

I wanted this to last forever but knew I was rapidly approaching the end. By now the sweat was pouring off of both of us and we were panting and growling at each other. He had his arms around my neck and suddenly it felt like he was trying to pull my head off. His body arched and he started pumping his seed out between us. That was too much for me and I went over the edge. 

After five or six strong thrusts he just collapsed on me. He just lay there panting. As my breathing slowly returned to normal I started kissing him again. This time it was just gentle little kisses and a little gentle licking to remove the sweat that was still running off his face. 

I finally reached over and grabbed the towel that we kept beside the bed and started wiping him down. When I had wiped all I could with him on me I gently rolled him off and worked on his front. A few sighs and a couple of kisses and soon he drifted off to sleep. I cleaned my self up and after throwing the towel down beside the bed moved over and wrapping my arms around him joined him in dreamland. 

To be continued ...