I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-four

I ordered a pizza because Corey loved them and I thought that might help cheer him up. I’m not sure the pizza cheered him up but he showed a little more animation while eating it. In fact, he volunteered his first comment since Wednesday night when he told me how good it was. I looked upon that as a step forward because the only words he’d spoken in the last few days had been the result of a direct question. 

After the pizza we headed for the family room. I settled into my recliner and when Corey walked past me to get to his chair I grabbed him. Drawing him close, I just held him for a few seconds. When he made no move to pull away, I pulled him around in front of me and with an awkward move tried to get him on my lap. I did succeed although he more or less fell there. None the less, that was what I was trying for. Leaning back some, I pulled him to my chest and wrapped my arms around him. He sighed and just sort of collapsed against me, his head facing my shoulder. I didn’t say anything, just held him and started gently rubbing his back and shoulder with my left hand, holding him tight with my right arm and hand.

“Do you think she’s all right?” His voice was kind of muffled. 
“I don’t know but think so. If she’d been in an accident or sent to a hospital we should have heard by now. Dr. Logan said he would call if he heard anything and so did Deputy Eastland. Since we haven’t heard from them we’ve got no reason to think she isn’t.”
“I just wish I knew.” After that he didn’t say any more, just sat there on my lap.

While I loved holding him, in fact it was one of my favorite things to do, still I wished it was because he was happy and wanted to be held. To hold him to try to ease his pain wasn’t the way I would have liked this moment to be. Still, he seemed a little less upset. Maybe he was starting to come to terms with his mother’s actions. I hoped so. It would make it easier for him to cope with life. 

Suddenly he passed gas. (For all you dim bulbs, he farted.)
“Sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen.”
About then the odor managed to waft its way up to our noses.

“Euuuu, God that smells nasty,” I said after getting a whiff of it. I continued, “In fact, if that’s what pizza does to you we’re going to have to quit eating it. I don’t want the seat of your pants burned out.”
Corey started to giggle. After all, even he could tell it could only be described as a pretty rank smelling fart. About then another one was released. Neither was very quiet.
He continued to giggle. Finally, “You want to inspect my pants and see if the ass is burned out yet?”
“God no. That’s a lethal weapon you’ve got there. The last thing I want to do is get close to it. Maybe we need to contact the defense department.”
“You told me you liked my smell.”
You talk about being struck speechless. I had no idea of how to respond to that. He was right. I’d told him I loved his smell many times.
“Uhh, maybe we need to clarify things a little.”
He continued to giggle. 
“Uhh, Corey, do you remember the Darwin awards? Remember the one about the guy that gassed himself to death? If you don’t quit that they may find us in the same condition.”
By now we were both giggling. At least he had cheered up some.

I continued. “Maybe you better visit the porcelain throne and see if it wilts under your assault. After all, porcelain melts at around twenty-five hundred degrees. If those are as hot as they smell, it may just melt down.”

Giggling all the while, he got off my lap and headed for the bathroom. At least he finally seemed to be feeling better. I’d put up with thousands of those farts if it would make him happy. Well… Maybe… They were pretty grim… I need to rethink my whole position on that. 

The rest of the evening went fairly well. We managed to review our opponent’s game and start making our own game plan. Corey had a pretty good eye for what they did. He seemed to notice their tendencies even quicker than I did. By the time it was bed time we were well on the way to figuring out how we wanted to play them.

Since it had been cool, neither of us had taken a shower. That meant that we’d take one before going to bed. To say I was looking forward to it doesn’t begin to explain how I felt. The fact that he had been so depressed since Wednesday night and was now coming out of it made me almost giddy. Secondly, we hadn’t even shared a kiss during that time. He had been too withdrawn to even begin anything like that. Now, maybe we could start to make up for that. Maybe I ought to just admit it. I was getting horny. I hoped he was too.

Boy, I didn’t need to worry on that account. When we hopped in the shower his hands were busy from then on. His hands weren’t the only things that were busy. All right, I’ll admit I had something to do with making certain other parts of him busy. I just couldn’t resist. It tasted soooooo good.
We had so much fun in the shower that even the new water heater ran out of hot water. When the water got cold we moved to the bed. Although we’d both experienced a certain amount of relief in the shower, we were both still in need of more such relief.

It was great. Here I had a slightly damp boy and he was squirming around on my bed. He didn’t have as much flavor as I would have liked owing to the just completed shower but he still had some and, after being without for a couple of days, any taste of Corey was great. I’d squeezed him a couple of times in the shower, trying to see if his earlier condition was still present. He just giggled and we experienced no other difficulties.

Somehow during the squirming he managed to get me on my back and start kissing me. I love to kiss. I think I could get by with just kissing Corey but thank God I don’t have to. When his tongue demanded admission to my mouth, I readily granted it. I enjoyed the feelings that produced and besides, that gave me a chance to suck on and taste his tongue. I’ll tell you this, his tongue is a lot better tasting than that pickled tongue you can buy in the deli sections. Besides, it’s attached to such a cute boy. Tonight it was mild, with just a slight mint flavor. I always insisted that he rinse his mouth well after brushing his teeth. That way the flavor of the toothpaste didn’t overpower his flavor.

There were some muffled groans and sighs while we kissed. After all, it’s hard to sigh when your mouth is full of tongue. Groans were a little better. 
During our kissing neither of us could keep our hands still. I could feel his hands exploring almost everywhere he could reach. I really couldn’t complain. My hands were finding all kinds of places they enjoyed being. After all, they had Corey to explore. Since we’d done this many times before, we each knew what the other liked and that made it great. Corey liked it when I kneaded his ass. You can bet I didn’t mind doing that. Since he was on top of me that meant that I had both hands free to do that very thing.

After a little of that I got my fingers in his crack and it wasn’t long until I started to gently rub his pucker. That produced some real reaction. Up till now we’d just been kissing and enjoying each other. Now he was suddenly in need of more. Any time my fingers got close to that part of him, it really got him excited. I guess you might say it was kind of like stepping on the throttle. When my fingers rubbed him there he turned into a high performance sex machine. Instead of gentle kissing and rubbing, we now had active thrusting and it wasn’t gentle. My rubbing had really revved his motor up.

His thrusting against me had about the same effect on me that my rubbing of his anus did on him. I just loved the feel of his warm body as it thrust against me. The tip of his cock was along side my belly button and the tip of my cock was lying in that area between his scrotum and his thigh. When he rocked back against my fingers that make my cock reach his somewhat sparse pubic hair. We’d both been damp and warm from the shower and what we had done since then had in no way cooled us off. When you added in the precum we were both leaking, it made us slide against each other in a thoroughly pleasant way. In fact, it was so pleasant that I doubted that either of us would last much longer. No matter. We’d have lots more chances, maybe even tonight.

Sometime I’ll have to set up a tape recorder. The sound effects should be interesting. I could hear myself growling and Corey was grunting. There were other sounds but I was too far gone to figure out who was making them and what they sounded like. I could feel myself start to approach my release so I increased my attack on his pucker. I was rewarded almost instantly. He stiffened and that was all it took to finish me off. As we strained against each other I could feel the love that we shared blanket us, bringing that happiness that can only be achieved at times like this.

When finished he just collapsed. My hands fell to the bed. The sound effects were gone except for our panting. As I lay there with his breath blowing in my ear I was amazed. He still loved me and desired me. He still wanted to share his life with me. It was almost more than I could comprehend. If it hadn’t been for his weight holding me down I could almost have thought I was dreaming. I was glad I wasn’t.

To be continued...