I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-two

The day was about normal. About the only thing out of the ordinary was that JJ stopped in during my lunch. He grinned and told me things were going well. I took that to mean he was making progress with his friend. I told him to be careful and have fun. He blushed and grinned and left. After he was gone I wondered what would happen when his parents found out. I was relatively certain they would learn of his sexuality someday. I think most parents know deep in their hearts even if they might never admit it in their minds. I mean it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to notice if you never date and have a best friend you hang out with all the time. I suspect that those parents that truly don’t know have not paid a lot of attention to their children. While they may choose to overlook all the signs, still they must have an idea. I hoped it wouldn’t produce problems for JJ. Somehow I was afraid it would.

Bob Asher had been busy all week and had told us Friday would be the first day he would be able to continue with Corey’s art lessons. That meant that as soon as practice was over we had to get home and start dinner. I was just getting started on cooking it when Bob showed up. I’d made Corey start his homework so Bob and I visited a short while before he went to Corey’s room to start the art lesson. 

There’d been some nice looking salmon at Downie’s and I was going to fix stuffed salmon fillet. It wouldn’t take long to cook but the preparation took some time. By the time dinner was ready Bob was well along with Corey’s lesson. 

I hadn’t bothered to show Bob the pictures of Corey before dinner but when they came to the table to eat I learned that Corey had.

“I didn’t know you had a darkroom,” was Bob’s first comment as we sat down to eat.

“Oh yes, I’ve been interested in photography since I was in high school.”

“Would you mind if I used your facilities some time? When I moved here I never set up my gear as my house doesn’t have a good place for it,” he asked.

“Anytime, just let me know before hand,” I told him.

The rest of the conversation over dinner seemed to cover a lot about photography and art. Bob and I spent most of our time explaining the difference between art and photography to Corey. It took a while to get him to realize that a painting should be much more than just a picture. It should evoke a mood and tell much more than even the best photos can. While there are a lot of photographers that turn out pictures that have a high artistic content, they pale in comparison to what an artist can accomplish with a canvas and brushes. Even Weston and Adams, some of the most talented photographers ever, can’t compare with the great painters. It’s not that they aren’t talented, it just that the medium doesn’t permit it. The fact that they managed to get as much of an artistic content into some of their pictures was a testament to their genius. I suppose the best way to put it is they were artists in photography. Bob told Corey about a friend of his who made custom paintings from photographs. He had to explain how his friend would spend several hours talking to his customers about why they wanted the picture in painting form and what emotions they felt about the picture. Only when he felt he understood what the picture meant to the person was he able to make a painting from the photograph.

After dinner I showed Bob the darkroom and Corey finished his homework. Since Bob had told him he needed to get his homework done before he’d finish his art lesson, Corey finished in record time. I noticed he didn’t turn the stereo back on so figured maybe he had listened to me about being able to work faster with no distractions.

Finally his lesson was done and Bob had left for his home. We finished up some housework and got ready for bed. I knew Corey was ready for some action by the way he swung his hips and dick at me as we got into bed. That cute bubble butt and hard dick swinging back and forth really turned me on. When he got that sexy smirk and those actions going, I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do to please him. I just could not believe that anyone so young could have figured out how to act so sexy and flirt with me so well. He wasn’t a girl so I couldn’t be pussy whipped but I wasn’t sure cock whipped was a valid expression. Even if it wasn’t, that was probably the best way to express his effect on me at times like this.

It was one of those times when neither of us was willing to let the other take control. That produced a lot of action as we each tried to do something that would get the other so excited that he could take control. Our hands were all over each other and there was a lot on nibbling and licking going on along with the kissing. It didn’t take long before the bed was a mess from all the twisting around we did trying to get an advantage. I suppose some people would have become upset over this type of contest but we both regarded it as a game in which there would be no loser, only winners. Even if one lost, he still won. I had to marvel at the fact that Corey was now willing to try to assert himself. The small sad boy I had met just before school started was gone. In his place was a playful little sex machine. Well, not all of him was little. He was up to about five inches now and still perfectly shaped. To say I liked the change doesn’t begin to explain how I loved him and the changes that had taken place in him.

I wanted that five inches. The only problem was that every time I almost got it in my mouth he would manage to squirm away and go after me. At the rate things were going it was a good thing there was no school tomorrow. We’d both be too tired. I didn’t see this contest ending anytime soon without some change in tactics. While I knew I could simply grab him and overpower him since I was bigger and stronger, I didn’t want to do that as I never wanted him to feel he was forced to do anything. It was always his choice. If he just wanted to cuddle and go to sleep, that was fine. If he wanted more, I was more than willing to oblige him.

I finely decided to cheat. I started tickling him. If I’d thought he was squirming before, I didn’t know what squirming really was. I could barely keep my hands on him and he squirmed all over the bed. Not only that, he launched his own tickle attack. I’d gotten the jump on him by starting first but his fingers knew all the places that I was the most ticklish. I was just barely holding my own when finally he managed to gasp out, “Truce,” between giggles.

I paused. “I don’t think so. I’m winning.”

I shouldn’t have stopped. He launched another tickle attack and soon had me at a disadvantage. I was losing. Oh well, maybe I should just let him win so I could enjoy it. If anything, I was more ticklish than he was. It was always a calculated risk to start a tickle war. I was probably only about fifty-fifty in such contests. I might have concentrated on winning more if I hadn’t liked losing just as much as winning. All this indecision on my part meant that Corey was definitely getting the upper hand. I was now in the position of either giving up and letting him win or changing tactics. 

I wasn’t ready to surrender yet so I tried another gambit. I just grabbed him and started kissing him. It was hard to do while he was tickling me but in almost nothing flat the tickling ceased. His arms went around my neck and he returned my kisses. I guess we’ll have to call this contest a draw.

He’d had me on my back and now his body was just draped over me. It didn’t take long before he started humping against me. I could feel his cock rubbing against my abdomen. I wished he was taller. When we were kissing, the difference in height meant that there was no way we could get our cocks side by side for true frottage. Instead we’d developed or own form. It consisted of my cock being between his legs against his perineum. His cock would be rubbing against my abdomen. It worked for us.

With all the tickling and chasing around the bed we’d worked up a sweat. That, along with our precum, made things better. I could feel his cock slip back and forth as he humped me. Mine slid easily against his perineum and as he had his legs together, that only added to my pleasure. He had my head held with his hands and my hands were kneading those two globes that made up his cute bubble butt. I loved the feel of his ass flexing. Besides, I could tease his anus with my fingers. I waited before using the finger treatment. I knew as soon as I started it, he would soon reach climax. In the meantime we just kept humping each other in a slow manner, all the while kissing and licking each other. 

While I loved the feel of Corey’s ass, I decided to rub and massage his back for a while. I noticed that as my hands reached his shoulders I could hold him so I controlled the kissing. It was a small victory in that I was sure he didn’t care that I now had some control over what we were doing. By now neither of us cared who was in control. We were too wrapped up in what we were doing. Besides, it felt soooooo good.

We continued to kiss. All the while we were kissing my focus kept narrowing. Finally all that was left was Corey. My complete attention was on him and how great it felt to be kissing him. Neither of us was squirming anymore. We just had our hands on each other and our tongues dueling with the others. Somewhere during this the thought flitted through my mind that if I died right now I would go out doing the thing that gave me the most pleasure. Holding and kissing Corey.

Finally he pulled his head back. We just stared into each others eyes. I was sure I could see love in his and I hoped he could see my love for him in mine. 

After what seemed like forever we finally started to move. It required no thought on either of our parts. We knew that now was the time. The kissing and licking and rubbing against each other was now over. Though it was enjoyable, it was just a build up for what was to come.

Our minds were on the same wavelength. We needed no unnecessary words. It was almost like one mind was directing us. 

Corey started to move. We held eye contact as long as possible while he turned his body. Finally our eye contact broke. Shortly his body was turned so that his head was toward the foot of the bed. I was still on my back and he was above me. I could see that perfect cock getting closer to my mouth. This was what all the foreplay was about. This was what we both wanted.

I placed my hands on his hips and gently rolled him onto his side while rolling onto my side. I moved my mouth towards that prize that had been the goal all along.

As I took him in my mouth I heard him hiss, followed by the feel of his hot mouth engulfing me. My God. It just couldn’t get any better than this.

His mouth felt like a furnace, spreading his fire to me through our connection. I could feel his tongue again exploring my cock. I returned the favor, savoring the feel and taste of that part of him with which I first fell in love. It was wonderful. It just kept getting better. When we were connected like this my world was complete. It consisted of the only thing that seemed really important to me at this time and that was Corey. I loved his smell. The feel of his cock in my mouth was fantastic. Just running my tongue around his cock was about the best thing I had ever done. The fact that he was doing the same thing to me did nothing to detract from my happiness. In fact, it added to it.

People talk about a feeling of ecstasy. I now had that feeling along with a feeling of great contentment. This is how it ought to be when two people love each other. Ecstasy, happiness, contentment. Those feeling made my heart feel as if it might burst.

The fact that our foreplay had lasted as long as it had precluded our being able to make this moment last for very long. It just wasn’t in the cards. As his tongue explored my cock and mine did the same to him I could feel his testicles drawing up. I knew that both of us were about over the edge. I just wished we could hold this feeling forever.

Oh God. I couldn’t help it. That feeling started deep inside and started radiating out through the end of my tool. I was there. I couldn’t stop. Not only that, while I may have wished the moment could last forever I knew it was only completion of the act that would satisfy me and that satisfaction was now coming into being. All the while this was happening to me I could feel his delicious and, in my mind, perfectly shaped cock swelling and stiffening in my mouth. We had reached our goal together. The learning of each other’s bodies over the last few months had enabled us to do that.

Suddenly my mouth was filled with, what was to me, the greatest tasting thing in the world. It was the taste and essence of Corey. Others may love the taste of something else but I’ve never found anything that could compare to his flavor. Maybe it was because I loved him so.

I could feel his hips thrusting and feel mine responding. I wanted it to last but it wasn’t long before it was over.

I could feel his cock softening in my mouth and knew mine was doing the same in his. It was over. Now all that was left was that feeling of great contentment that always followed.

I could feel him start to move and when he did his cock slipped out of my mouth. He turned around on the bed until we were both aligned the same way. As he lay down in his usual position which was with his head on my shoulder and one of his legs thrown over one of mine, I wrapped my arms around him. As he relaxed I heard him sigh. I turned my head towards him and lightly kissed his forehead. It wasn’t long until his breathing slowed and steadied. He was asleep. I soon followed him.

To be continued...