I love Corey Chapter 4 part 2

Corey asked if he could try it so I dug out a compass, showed him how to work it and sent him off. The rope lies on the ground so you can’t see it until you are right on top of it. I walked down to watch them arrive so I could judge them. On flat level ground it is pretty easy but this wasn’t flat. There were trees, hills and bushes in the way. Going uphill shortens your stride and downhill the opposite. On the first few tries most people miss the rope quite a ways.

The first and third team hit the rope close enough to the center to pass the test but the second team missed the end by about ten feet. I told them they would get another shot in the morning and we went over what had gone wrong. Finally Corey came into view. He was limping more now and you could see his leg was hurting. He missed the rope by about twenty-five yards on the short stride end. I was impressed. The first time I had tried it I had missed by more then that. It takes a while to learn how to keep your stride the same or how much of a fudge factor to use when you can’t. When the others found out he had never tried it before, they were impressed too. 

We were just getting the fire started when Vern and the other kids came in. After the fire was going, we fixed dinner. Now there is one thing I can do without. I mean burned hot dogs, cold pork and beans and chips are not my idea of dinner. Kids seem to thrive on it though. Ugh. What I really wanted was dessert with Corey. I have fallen in love with him and we can find no time to be alone together. Bummer! We sat around the campfire discussing what we had learned that day and relaxing with Vern and I drinking coffee and the kids some Kool Aid. 

After it got dark and the stars and moon came out we switched to the spooky horror stories that seem to go with a campfire. I started telling one (I cribbed the plot from a sci-fi book I remembered reading in high school. Something about aliens and a book to serve mankind which turned out to be a cookbook) and while telling it I could see the two new kids whispering with Bobby Robinson (the kid I had told to get his head out of his ass) and nodding and looking at me. I had Bobby’s older brother the first year I was here and then Bobby so figured he would fill them in about me. When I finished the story Vern told one and after a while the kids headed for bed. We all crawled into our sleeping bags and as I lay there I could look up at the stars. I heard them drift off to sleep after whispering and giggling, their breathing slowing and some of them snoring. 

There I lay on my back and the object of my affection was in a sleeping bag a few feet from me. All I wanted to do was to go over and talk to him and hold him and make love to him. I knew I couldn’t so there I lay with a big hard-on. I was toying with the idea of sneaking off and relieving myself when I thought I heard something. Listening real hard I soon figured out what is was. You could hear the rhythmic sound of a sleeping bag moving against a ground cloth. One of them was jacking off. Normally I would not have thought a thing of it. After all, it is something most people do even if they won’t admit it. While I consider masturbation only slightly better then nothing, there is a big difference between slightly better then nothing and nothing. The sound just made me harder. By listening carefully I finally figured out it was Len Warner, one of the new kids and the oldest. He looked to be about thirteen going on fourteen. I figured if I got up it would embarrass him so I just laid there in agony. I couldn’t stand it. I finally decided if he could so could I. So I started to beat my meat. He had a big head start so he finished first. I could hear him softly gasp and the rhythm change. By now I didn’t give a damn and just kept on. When I finished it was like I thought, slightly better then nothing but I felt better. 

After a while I decided to take a leak. There hadn’t been a sound for a few minutes. I slipped on some shoes and headed for the outhouse. As I walked towards it I heard someone get up and follow me. Christ, what now. A bunch of thoughts went through my mind. Was he gay? Was he going to try to embarrass me? Did he just have to take a leak like me? I wonder what I’ll have to handle now. When I came out he was just standing there. 

“Need to take a leak?” I asked softly. 
“Uhh,,,, Uhh,,,, could,,, I ask,,, a question?.” 
“Sure Len, I might not answer it but go ahead” I replied He stammered and started over and over and couldn’t seem to get it out. 

I gave up and interrupted with “Len, I’ll tell you just what I tell the kids in my classes. I tell them ask anything they want to. I promise that if they want it confidential I will keep it that way. That I won’t make fun of them or use it in any way against them. That I will not bull shit them. If I don’t know the answer I will say so. While there are some things of a personal nature that I will not answer, I’ll just tell them I chose not to answer that. I know you don’t know me very well but the kids that do seem to like those terms so go ahead and don’t worry that it might embarrass either me or you.” 

He took a deep breath and finally got it out. “Were you jerking off?” 

I replied, “While that is of a personal nature that I normally wouldn’t answer, you seem to be a bright boy and you know damn well I was. In fact it was you that brought it on. I was thinking of my girl friend and when you started masturbating the thought of her and the sounds you made got me so hot I just had to relieve myself. Does that answer you?” 

He let out a deep breath and I could tell the way he did it that he was more relaxed. As he didn’t seem ready to go, I just stood there in my cum soaked shorts waiting. 
“My friend said you were real nice and easy to talk to” he finally said. 
“Do you want to talk?” 
“Could we,,, uhh,,,,,,,,,,,,, talk?”

I was getting more apprehensive by the minute. I had no idea what was on his mind and in the moonlight I couldn’t see enough of his face to make any guesses. Clearly he had something he wanted to talk about and God only knew what it was. All I could hope was that it would be something that I could handle without hurting his feelings or getting myself in trouble.

“Let’s go sit on the bench over there and we’ll see if I can accommodate you.”

So we went over and sat down. I heard him take a breath like he was going to start and after a pause he let it out. Another inhale, another pause, another exhale. Clearly he was trying to work up enough courage but for what. If he thought he could blackmail me over the masturbation I had news for him. That wouldn’t work. I tried to remember if there was anything I had said or done which might indicate that Corey and I were anything more then teacher and student and came up blank.
Finally I couldn’t stand it. “Len, it’s not going to get any easier by waiting. What ever it is I will try to answer it. I won’t laugh at you. Since you approached me when all the others were asleep I assume you want to keep it confidential. I give you my word that I will not reveal this conversation to anyone unless you tell me to. Spit it out and maybe we can solve it.”

Another big inhale and finally out came a rush of words. “I try not to jack off very often but sometimes I just have too. Maybe you know what I mean. I just get so horny. I know it’s a sin but I can’t help it. Does jacking off cause pimples?”

I coughed. It was either that or burst out laughing. I muttered something about the damn smoke from the campfire as we were on the downwind side of it.
“Well Len,” I said. “There is more then one question there and so I will start on the last one first. No, it does not cause pimples. That old wives tale was around when my grandfather was young, maybe longer. Pimples are caused by changes in the body as it matures. Your glands secrete too much oil and you get pimples. You don’t have to worry that people will think you have been masturbating if you get pimples. You’re going to get pimples even if you don’t masturbate. Some guys may kid you about that but don’t worry, it isn’t true. They’re just trying to get your goat. When your body gets used to your new level of maturity the pimples will go away. Secondly, I know what you mean. Sometimes one just has to relieve oneself. It is a fact of life. Surveys say that something over ninety percent of the population admit to doing it sometime in their life. I suspect the number is even higher as some people just can’t bring themselves to tell the truth. As for the sin part, I personally do not believe it is a sin. I will say that if is truly is a sin then all your friends will be in hell along with you and I and I am not sure I would like to be in heaven if the only ones who could get in were those who had never masturbated.” 

“Bobby was right” he said and I could hear the relief in his voice. “You are easy to talk to.” 
“I’m glad you think so Len. Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?”
“No Mr. Lofton, that’s all.” 
“Call me Sam, after all we shared jacking off” I laughed “and if you ever need to ask any questions see me at a Scout meeting or call me on the phone. My number is listed.”

He stood up to leave and then turned to me. “I won’t tell anyone” he said.

“I didn’t think you would Len. Some experiences between two people are not meant to be shared with others. Good night.”

I went back to my sleeping bag, got out a clean pair of shorts, cleaned up and went to bed. I felt pretty good. Perhaps I had helped a young man on the road to manhood. After all, I am a teacher.