I Love Corey, Chapter Twelve

It was great to see him letting go and having fun. Granted a pillow fight was kind of juvenile but hey, I’d enjoyed it and so had he. I think maybe adults forget to act like kids and have fun. Life isn’t meant to be serious all the time. What’s the old saying, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy? Based on tonight’s performance neither of us was going to be dull.

I got back into bed and we cuddled up. I kissed the back of his neck and heard him sigh and we both drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the week went great except the team didn’t play as well as they should have. We won by eight points but we could have done much better. Corey and I had the house ready for an inspection by the state if necessary except for decorating his room. A Saturday morning trip downtown produced a computer desk but the room still looked very unlived in. It needed some personal things to appear like the room of a teenager. Maybe a few posters or something like that. That afternoon we went to a craft fair in a neighboring town. Perhaps we would see something he liked. He was walking quite well as he could now put part of his weight on his knee and was just using the crutches to help. As we walked through the tents and booths one of them held an artist and a bunch of paintings. The artist was also making charcoal sketches of anyone who wanted them for a modest price.

I asked him to make one of Corey and he started out talking to Corey and telling him a ridiculous story which made him laugh. It didn’t take long and he turned out a great sketch which seemed to capture Corey. He asked if I’d like it framed as he had some frames for sale. When he could see none of the ones on display impressed me he went to the back of his trailer and picked one out that I thought was perfect. It cost twice as much as the ones on display but looked much better. As he was placing the sketch in the frame Corey was looking over his paintings. 

As I was standing there visiting with the artist Corey called me over to look at a painting. Most of the paintings on display were priced from seventy-five to about two hundred dollars. They were landscapes of mountains, lakes and ocean scenes. Corey had found one in a pile that was not displayed yet. It was a desert scene and showed a water hole at sunset with a few horses getting a drink. The horses looked so real you could almost smell and hear them. There were a lot more brush strokes and the picture just looked a lot better than anything else on display. Corey said if it wasn’t too expensive he liked it and thought it would look good in his room. He said he’d saved part of the allowance I had been giving him and maybe I would loan him the rest. The artist had finished framing the sketch and came up behind us. I asked him about the painting and he laughed and told us that the ones on display and the sketches paid the bills and that that was one of the ones he did because he loved to paint. Corey asked him how much it was and about fell over when the answer was eight hundred dollars. I thought it was pretty reasonable for the quality of the painting but didn’t say anything. While Corey was putting it back I turned to the artist and mouthed “frame it”. He smiled and nodded. We wandered around looking at what else was available. There were lots of paintings and while some were attractive, most were obviously made to sell for a modest price. 

After a bit we left that display and checked out the rest of the fair. We picked up a couple of wallets and a few other small items. As we were leaving I purposely kept Corey looking at things until we were almost to the pickup. I acted like I had suddenly remembered the sketch and told him to open up the pickup and I would go grab the sketch. I don’t think he suspected anything. 

When I got back the frame was perfect for the painting. When I commented on that I got a laugh and the explanation that he had made the frame when he painted the picture so he could place it in an exhibition and had taken it out so people could pick their own frame. We chatted a bit more and as I was leaving he handed me his card. I glanced at it and noticed he was from Medford Oregon. I mentioned I had an aunt and uncle living in Medford and told him their names. Lo and behold he had met them. That required some more chatting and I said the next time I was in Medford I would stop at his studio and see if he had any more I liked.

When we got home Corey went in the house and I followed with the painting and sketch. We got out a couple of sodas and sat down. I took the painting out of the sack it was in and asked him where he wanted it hung in his room. I felt sorry for him. If his knee had not been sore he would have jumped up and down with happiness but he couldn’t. Instead he tried to come hug me but forgot his crutches and about fell down. He was crying and grinning and yelling thank you. I managed to catch him before he hit the floor and he started hugging me and crying on my shoulder and telling me how much he liked the painting. I knew he liked it but hadn’t known how much.

He finally calmed down and I got a hammer and we went to his room. God, he was worse than an old woman. We wound up rearranging the room so he could see it from both the bed and his desk.

I went and started dinner. When it was cooking I walked back down to his room and there he sat at his desk with a pencil and some paper trying to draw a likeness of that picture. He was concentrating so hard on his drawing he never even noticed me.

“Corey, that’s pretty good. Do you like to draw?”

He jumped like I’d hit him. 

“I didn’t hear you come in………I don’t know………I never tried before.” 

“I just came down to tell you dinner was about ready so wash your hands and come eat”

It was apparent during dinner that his mind was far away. He sat there eating with no comments and a blank look on his face. As soon as he finished he headed back for his room and when I looked in after doing the dishes he was sitting at the desk working with a pencil and paper.

After a couple of hours he came out of his room and sat down across from me. He looked angry.

“I can’t make it look right.”

“Well, maybe if you had some lessons you could do better.”

He thought about that.

“Where could I get lessons?” 

“I don’t know; guess we’ll have to check around. There’s a new teacher at the high school that teaches art, maybe he knows someone.” 

He was immediately all excited. When could we find out? He kept after me and finally I looked at my watch. It was only eight-thirty so I decided to call. I’d met Bob Asher but that was about all. He taught art and drama among other things but I hadn’t had time to get very well acquainted yet. Since I taught in the middle school and he was teaching in the high school, we didn’t cross paths all that often. Besides, he had just started with the district. As I remembered he was about fifty and seemed like a nice enough guy.

I grabbed up the school district directory and looked up the number. He answered on the fourth ring. I explained who I was and what I was looking for. We talked for a while and Corey was beside himself as he could only hear one side of the conversation. After about fifteen minutes of conversation he suggested that I bring my student over about four in the afternoon tomorrow and he would talk with us and see if he either could help or recommend someone who could. I wondered if Corey would ever calm down. 

I shouldn’t have worried. As bed time approached Corey started to get depressed. I may not be the brightest bulb in the world but it didn’t take a genius to figure out the problem. He couldn’t stand being away from the painting and yet he thought he ought to sleep with me. I solved that by heading for his bedroom and commenting that we ought to properly break in this bedroom now that it was officially his. 

After the usual preparations like the brushing of teeth and so forth we crawled into his bed. I suggested we work on each other but he wouldn’t hear of it. He wanted to work on me. Before I could even ask him why he told me that since his knee operation he didn’t feel he was enjoying it as much because he hadn’t been able to be as active. He now thought his knee would stand a little more and besides, he wanted to try a few things he had read about. When put that way I couldn’t turn him down.

After telling me to lie on my back, he started out by pouring a large amount of hand lotion on my groin. He smeared it around some and made sure there was a kind of pool of it with my now erect penis right in the middle of that pool. He took some more and put it on himself and then lay down on top of me. There we were, hard-ons side by side trapped between our bodies.

After a couple of sloooooow kisses, he began sliding around on top of me. It felt real good. I could feel waves of pleasure wash over me in time with the movements of his body. I took my hands and started kneading the cheeks of his ass. He seemed to like that as he started humping my groin. I in returned the favor. I thought things were going pretty well. This was something I had never tried. Sure, I had rubbed against my partners, but never quite in this manner. After a bit he stopped.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.

“Isn’t as good as I thought it’d be.”

“I thought it was pretty good.”

He seemed to think a little bit. Then he grabbed the lotion and poured a bunch down the crack of his ass. He slid up my body and raised up. He grabbed my cock and stood it up and slid back down until his crack enclosed my cock. He clenched his ass muscles and they entrapped my cock. He started humping my groin again and WOW. That was great. I started humping back in earnest. I started groaning and panting and telling him how great that felt. Every time he humped me I could feel my cock slip and slide up and down his crack. I started squeezing the cheeks of his ass together and it only intensified my pleasure. He liked it too as I could hear his grunts become louder and more guttural. We were both sweating by now and that made us slicker and we slid back and forth better. I was started to lose control and from the gasps and grunts I could hear in my ear he wasn’t doing any better. I felt that familiar tingling that seemed to start somewhere deep inside and then my body started to tense. He beat me to it. He reared up and went rigid and started pumping his seed onto my abdomen and the spasms of his ass around my cock tipped me over the edge. I started bucking like a rodeo horse trying to throw its rider. I was in a state of sheer bliss. If there’s anything better than having a naked squirming hot sexy Corey all over you, I have no idea what it could be.

When it was over we just collapsed there on his bed. His breathing started to slow and my mind started to work again. The thought occurred to me that we had done a pretty good job of initiating his room before I drifted off to a happy dreamland.

To be continued...