I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-three

(Part 1 from 2. Fiction.)

Itís heavenly to wake up and know there is no reason to hurry. To know that you have the whole day and donít have many things you have to accomplish puts a whole different perspective on things. Especially if you have this cute, sexy boy right next to you. The fact that he was still asleep made no difference. I thought I might know a way to wake him up that both of us would enjoy.

I was right. A little licking and kissing on a certain part of his anatomy produced that which I was after. First there was a change in his breathing and then he started to open his eyes. By that time I had that most desirable part of him in my mouth and was peering up, watching his eyes. The smile that appeared on his face told me that my efforts were appreciated.

ďCan we share?Ē

I stopped sucking and thought about it. It didnít take long to come up with a reply.

ďI donít think so. Remember, I told you this is mine. Iíll be damned if Iím going to share it. Particularly when you wonít share yours.Ē

It was an old joke by now. Weíd both claimed the otherís cock as our own. I could see him plotting his strategy. You could almost see the smoke shooting out from his ears. I hoped he wouldnít strip any of those gears that were spinning behind those blue eyes. I wondered what would happen now as his face started to develop a smirk.

I didnít have long to wait. The little monster was getting faster. Plus, he was getting much better at disguising his intent. I was sure it would be some sort of a move towards my cock but didnít know quite how heíd go about it.

I should have gotten between his knees before I started in. Instead I was crossways on the bed and had made the mistake of having part of my body within his reach. 

The tickle attack was unrelenting. I couldnít seem to get away from his fingers and, since he had started first, I was at a disadvantage before I could fight back. It didnít seem likely that I would be able to overcome such a poor start. If I hadnít been giggling so hard, I may have been able to plan a better defense.

It didnít take long before I was forced to admit that Iíd lost. He was on top of me and his fingers were extremely busy with his attack. I was laughing so hard Iíd lost the ability to tickle back. Every time I tried to reach for his ribs, Iíd snap my arms back down to try to defend myself. Now my only problem was trying to get the words out, between the giggles and laughs, that he had won. 

Finally he took pity on me. Heíd figured out that heíd won and suddenly decided that what Iíd started, we should now finish. I didnít care. I knew I would now get that which Iíd been after all the time. For that matter, so would he.

I felt his hand release my cock which heíd managed to grasp during all the (do I dare, do I really dare? I dare, I canít resist.) firkytoodling weíd been taking part in. Foreplay is so much fun! In fact, foreplay is just as good as what follows and definitely make what follows a great deal better than it might have been.

We now got right to the main event. This was what it was all about. In an instant heíd swapped ends and was nursing on me like he was starving. Not only that, he seemed to be exploring the taste of the straw judging by his tongue action. I felt it would only be fair to reciprocate. After all, that was not something I objected to doing.

I really like making love in morning after weíve made love the night before. The fact that he hadnít had a shower yet this morning produced a somewhat different taste to the straw which I was sucking on, trying to get my ration of Corey. While I think he tastes great anytime, on mornings like this there is a slightly mild, fishy taste and all the flavors and smells are much stronger. Maybe one of these days Iíll have to take him camping, somewhere that he wonít be able to shower for a couple of days. That way Iíd get a concentrated taste and whiff of Corey. That thought made me drool even more than I all ready was.

Heíd managed to swallow me and I could feel his nose nuzzling my scrotum and realized if he didnít quit that humming he was doing, Iíd explode. Since there didnít seem to be any way to tell him to slow down while my mouth was full, I just did the same to him. It didnít take long and I could feel his cock stiffening and swelling in my mouth. I was about to get my reward.

Iím not sure who got there first. All I know is suddenly he was stiff as a plank and had tried to jab his cock through the back of my head. I really couldnít appreciate things as much as I would have liked because the same thing was happening to me. The exquisite pleasure I was experiencing and the taste of Corey made things about as good as they get. It didnít take either of us long to finish. I was sad about that. 


As we lay there, each casually licking those last few drops off the other that seem to leak out, we tried to catch our breath. I was happy. I mean here I was, Corey beside me and every little bit, I got a drop of the best tasting liquid in the world. Who could ask for more?

Suddenly Corey bolted out of bed and headed for the bathroom. ďGotta pee,Ē I heard when he was about half way across the floor. All of a sudden I noticed that so did I. Fortunately weíd both softened enough that there was no problem answering the call of nature. We do really need to work or our aim though. I donít think either of us would win any kind of a contest for writing in a snow bank. At least we managed to hit the toilet.

I was just shaking off and debating about taking him back to bed for another round when he started the shower. I wasnít too disappointed. After all, we could have plenty of fun in there. 

We did have a lot of fun. There were appendages to grab and wash, lips to kiss, and bodies to scrub. Well, so the scrubbing took a lot of time and required a lot of feeling and rubbing. So what. It was fun. Not only that, it was relatively cheap. It only cost a little to heat the water and a few pennies for some soap and Iíll bet that is cheaper than most entertainment you can find. Itís also a lot more fun. 

By the time the shower was over, and we were dried and dressed, I was starved. For food that is. We headed for the kitchen both wearing sappy grins. The weekend was off to a great start. 

While I started breakfast we chatted about what we needed to accomplish over the weekend. I needed to sort the briefs as to size and color and match them to the proper member of the team as they had clinched a place in the playoffs. Corey wanted to get a picture frame so he could frame a picture for his mother. Other than the usual housework thatís always there, that was about all we had to do. Of course, there was church on Sunday and trapshooting on Sunday afternoon but things looked pretty free and easy.

After breakfast, and the loading both the dishwasher and the clothes washer, we checked to see where a frame shop was located. That was when we discovered that there were none locally. A little more checking solved that problem. Weíd just have to travel a little distance.

With both of us working it didnít take long to slick the house up. We even got the first load of clothes in the dryer and another load in the washer. Then it was off to look at picture frames.

It was only a forty minute drive so that wasnít too bad. The shop even had a good selection of frames and it didnít take long to find one Corey liked. The problem came when we requested that his picture be mounted in the frame. They told us it would be ready next weekend. Needless to say, that wasnít acceptable to Corey. Iíve got to give him credit. His hang dog look and his whining about wanting to give it as a gift to his mother worked wonders. In a short while they offered to do it right away and, if we could find something else to do, it should be ready in a couple of hours. That didnít seem too bad.

We explored the town while waiting and found a nice photo album. Just like they had promised, the frame and picture were ready when we returned. I gave them a nice tip for doing it right away and everybody was happy. Theyíd even gift wrapped it for him. 

It was now lunch time and when I suggested that we find a restaurant, Corey wanted a big Mac. So, to McDonalds we went. Itís not my favorite, but thatís what he wanted. We munched them down while on the way home because we now needed to print some pictures for the album. There wouldnít be that many to start with, but I figured weíd be able to add to it along the way. I was just sorry because I didnít have any of him when he was younger.

The rest of the afternoon was a flurry of activity. What with stopping and getting some groceries on the way home, finishing the laundry, sorting the briefs, and printing pictures we were busy. I knew we wouldnít have time later as Bob would be over for dinner and Coreyís art lesson afterwards. Iíd grabbed a deli chicken which Iíd serve cold and some other things to help us. What had appeared as a rather laid back weekend was now full. 

Bob showed up early. We were still in the darkroom and he joined us there. Heíd never used an additive enlarger so I had to explain why I liked it to him. Then he mentioned heíd brought some film with him and wondered if he might process it while we worked on the enlargements. I said sure but soon discovered he had color negative film. I didnít have any C-41 chemicals or even any paper for color negative pictures. He told me heíd be right back and true to his word, he soon was. He had a couple of big boxes of stuff and there was everything one would need to develop and print color negative pictures except the actual equipment.

It didnít take long to dig out some containers and mix up some chemicals and he was off and running. Iím sure it would have gone faster except we kept having to explain to Corey what we were doing. Needless to say, dinner was late.

After dinner we decided to skip the art lesson and returned to the darkroom. boy what a disaster. Bob had no idea of how to print with my enlarger. The trouble was, neither did I. Iíd never tried to use it on color negative film. To say some of the colors were weird was somewhat of an understatement. We even had to get the directions out and read them. Bob and I made Corey promise he would never tell anyone that we read those directions. After all, that ruins oneís macho image. 

We were all giggling like fools. When I commented on that fact and told them it seemed appropriate, that made it worse. Itís a wonder we got anything done.

It took a while but we finally figured things out. The trouble was, by the time we finally got the color correction right, it was getting late. We printed a couple that Bob really wanted and gave up for the evening. Bob went home and Corey and I fell into bed. I think his eyes were closed before his head hit the pillow. He must not have been completely out of it because when I slipped into bed, he just moved into his usual position. It had been a quick shower and I could still faintly smell shampoo in his hair. Thatís the last thing I remember before sleep claimed me.

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