I Love Corey, Chapter Sixteen

When it was finally late enough to send Corey to bed the guests decided it was time for them to leave. Corey was off taking a shower so I walked Bob and the Downeys out to their cars. Mrs. Downey complimented me on the dinner again and then on what a change I had wrought in Corey.

“Sam, I just can’t believe what a change you’ve brought about in Corey. I remember the first time I met him and he was afraid to say more that two words. Now he is not only willing to talk but can do so on a lot of subjects. The change is amazing.”

“I know Ellen (Mrs. Downey’s first name). I just wonder how many other young people are like he was and only need a little encouragement to come out of their shells” I answered. 

“I think maybe it took more than a little encouragement to bring him out” she replied laughingly.

“Well, you know the old saying about a silk purse and a sow’s ear. I couldn’t have done anything without the raw material.”

“Well, my granddaughter says that several of her classmates are sure glad that you got that counselor program through. She said one of her friends told her he was glad he talked to you. He told her you had stopped him from doing something stupid.”

I wondered who she was talking about but knew it would do no good to ask. “I’m glad the word is getting around about it. I hope it helps. The trouble is what if we can’t help. I think that’s what I worry about the most.” 

She put her hand on my arm. “Sam, you can’t be perfect, all you can do is your best. Knowing you, if that isn’t good enough, I doubt that anybody else can do better. Just keep trying.”

I was surprised. She had never talked to me in the tone she was now using. It was if she was trying to tell me something that she was unwilling to put into words. There was an intensity there that was normally lacking. 

We said our goodnights and I went back into the house. Corey was out of the shower so it was my turn. Of course I could have used his or made him use his own but somehow since we normally slept in my bed it just seemed proper to use my shower. I suppose the fact that it had lots of room for both of us and also had four shower heads had something to do with it. He was drying off so I quickly stripped and jumped in. It didn’t take long until I was clean and dry and in bed with him.

Corey was in a loving mood. As I was getting into bed he grabbed me and kissed me. That was all it took to get me going. He had me pinned to the bed and was laying on me kissing me hungrily. I could taste him and toothpaste. It was intoxicating. The wine with dinner had been as good as a seventy dollar wine should be but I didn’t have a way to put a price on the taste of Corey. It seemed that every time we kissed it was a different vintage. Sometimes there was a hint of toothpaste like tonight. Sometimes it was all Corey. The one sure thing about his taste I could say is that I would never get enough of it.

It didn’t seem to take all that much kissing and rubbing together until he spun around and took me in his hot mouth. By that time I was so hungry for him that even if he had tried to get away he would have failed. Grasping him by the hips I drew him close enough to get my mouth around that part of him I desired the most right then. He had leaked enough precum that there was plenty to savor the taste. I was in heaven. Another night of vintage Corey. 

He’d grown a lot since the first time. If he kept growing at this rate it wouldn’t be long before I would have to deep throat him. Now he could just jab the start of my throat. I pulled back while sucking so I could taste him better. It’s a shame we don’t have more taste buds on the back of our tongues.

By now he had his finger in me massaging my prostrate. I wondered if I would be able to last until I got my finger in him. 

He must have sensed how close I was as he stopped. I got a big gob of saliva on my finger and working it around and slipped my finger in him. When I touched the right spot I could feel him jerk and stiffen. I paused. 

By now we knew each other well. He was just about to go over the edge. Neither of us wanted it over this quickly. We were both just frozen in place waiting for the other to come back from the edge. I finally felt his anus relax on my finger. It was time to start again.

It seemed like it turned into a contest, the object of which was to bring the other as close and as slowly as possible to climax without the climax and then stop. By now we were good at it. We each knew all the little signs of the others impending climax. We knew just how far we could go without going to far. Even so tonight was better than normal.

It took almost a half hour and involved coming to the edge five times before we decided it was time. He didn’t have to discuss it, we just knew when it was time. All that time he kept leaking precum and I just kept savoring the taste.

I know people who are addicted to things like chocolate or some other type of candy. I was addicted to Corey. As far as I was concerned his taste was better than candy and his appearance was a high grade of eye candy. To me he was the best of both worlds, great tasting and very attractive. I refuse to make any jokes about less filling. What more could one ask for in one package. The fact that he had a nice personality was a bonus. I know, I’m prejudiced. After all I’m in love with him. I was sure as time went along the personality part would become the most valued to me but It wasn’t what I fell in love with. It was that beautiful cock of his that I now had in my mouth. The feel and taste of it was all it took to simply overwhelm me with lust and love.

As we sucked and tongued each other over the edge I couldn’t believe my luck. Of all the people he could have fallen in love with he had chosen me. Why I didn’t know. All I could do was be thankful.

It was over and as we lay there trying to get ourselves under control I felt a wave of love for him wash over me and fill my whole being. As soon as I was able to move I turned and took him in my arms and kissed him. We shared that which we had collected from the other. The contact and the sharing seemed to bring a calmness to each of us and it wasn’t long until he was asleep in my arms. My heart was so full of love for him that I hoped we both lived forever so I could hold him and love him for the same period of time. 

I fell asleep with the smell of him in my nose. It was such a nice smell. It was always different after we had made love than it was before. He developed a sort of musky smell afterwards. There was something sexy about it and it filled me with a contentment that hastened my joining him in dreamland.
To be continued ...