Chapter 22: Breakfast in Bed
After my second wonderful night in Corey’s arms, I woke up at, well, oh my lurd, sometime in the morning?! It didn’t look like the sun was completely up yet, but still, I’m counting this as sleeping through the whole night. Yes! I could really get used to this “no nightmares” thing.
Corey’s arms tightened around me as he realized I was awake. “Hey! We made it, pup. I didn’t have to dodge any punches or elbows.” I could feel his smile pressed against the back of my neck, warm and reassuring. “Ollie, I wouldn’t get too used to it yet. I doubt your nightmares have given up so easily, but I’ll definitely take a peaceful night wrapped around you as a win. Congratulations.”
As I was reveling in our surprise accomplishment, I suddenly remembered last night’s conversation with the dads. “Corey, wait! This is important. Start singing whatever song is on your mind in… 3… 2… 1…”
Without missing a beat, Corey broke into: “Do-di Do-do Do-di Do-do. Pum pa pum! Pum pa deed-a-le dum!”
“Corey Allan Rainer!” Making up for skipping last night’s dream battle, I twisted in his arms and gave his shoulder a light punch. “The Twilight Zone theme song is not going to be our song! Huge fail!”
We both burst into laughter, and Corey pulled me closer. “I’ll admit, I was trying to play it safe,” he teased, smirking.
I couldn’t hold back a smile. “Dang, I feel great. I think your arms are officially the perfect therapy for me.” I could barely contain my emotions; joy radiated from my face as I gazed into his sky-blue eyes. I leaned in, giving him his second morning-breath kiss of the weekend.
“Um, Ollie, I think I have a promise to keep to you this morning. Are you awake enough to accept it?” Corey’s tone was soft, but there was an unmistakable glimmer of excitement behind it.
“Corey,” I began, giving him my best deadpan look, “you know there’s no way I have enough context to answer that, right? My handsome Mr. Cryptic.” I let the moment hang before adding, “And honestly? Um, no.” His face fell just a little, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Well, at least not yet. Remember why we met? I gotta go try to pee. And FYI, you making my morning wood any harder isn’t exactly helping. Wish me luck. What time is it, anyway? It looks really early.”
“It’s just before 7:00,” he replied, eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I think it’s going to be a cloudy day. And, pup, trust me - when you get back, you’ll be very happy.”
I smirked, stretching my arms lazily over my head to tease him before heading to the bathroom. Corey’s wolfish chuckle followed me as I walked, proudly putting my morning situation on full display for my explorer, er? Maybe lover?.
“Let it all out!” he called after me, his laughter warming the air between us. “Fun things await your return!”
After doing my best to empty my bladder, I happily returned to our, well, I guess we can call it our wolf den? This time, I seriously presented my pits to my alpha. “Grrr, my pup! Those are only where I’m starting.” Corey dove in, sniffed, licked, and scented his beard before pulling me into a blissful morning kiss.
Locking his blue eyes with mine, his expression shifted to something very determined. “Ollie, from the moment I saw your furry taint - what, two whole days ago? - I’ve had one singular desire. I knew there was no way I could do it at the time, but I swear I almost begged you to let me try before I mowed your playing field.” Patting the mattress, he added with a glint in his eye, “Tummy down on the bed, my Ollie. Get ready for a whole new level.”
“Corey, are you really going to do what I think you said you wanted to do yesterday? Is that really a thing?”
“Trust me pup and find out.” I’ll never get tired of those mischievous grins.
I quickly kissed him again and rolled over with my still urgent morning wood protesting about being trapped against the mattress. I laid there with my bent elbows collapsed under my chest, slightly elevating my shoulders, waiting for what Corey was about to lead me through.
He didn’t waste much time, but he did try to fake my defensive line out. He gently laid down over me and let his weight push me into the mattress. I once again felt my taint’s new best friend nestle its way into its new home. Only this time, it was gently poking into my balls instead of up my crack. And he once again wrapped his arms under my chest and nuzzled his cheek next to mine. I was a bit confused but, hey, I’m totally up for a morning humping. Bed sheets are way softer than tree trunks.
After he let his weight remain on my appreciative back for only a few moments, he kissed my cheek, sighed at our impending loss of contact, and lifted his body off of mine. Wait?! I guess I’m not in for another sticky lower back…
Instead, I felt his knees settle firmly on either side of my hips, keeping me in his control as he straddled me with his hands planted beside my shoulders. A soft kiss landed at the base of my neck, and I couldn’t stop the contented sigh that escaped my lips. His low growl followed in answer, sending a shiver down my spine as he began his journey south.
I was suddenly hoping, guessing, maybe even praying that I understood his intention. The first few deliberate kisses confirmed it, his lips and tongue tracing a path down each vertebra of my back. Every press of his mouth ignited a cascade of goosebumps, a ripple of sensations that left me uncontrollably quivering under his touch.
“Corey! Are you sure? Really?” My voice was shaky but full of wonder.
“Ollie pup, I absolutely am. Are you?”
I just couldn’t imagine his willingness to do what I hoped he was about to do. And once again, he read my mind.
“Ollie. Don’t worry, it’s just skin. We showered together last night. Even so, it’s the place where your scent is at its strongest. And I’ve already told you, there’s no part of you I can resist imprinting on me. Please pup, I know you’re going to love this. May I?”
I’m beginning to realize “pup” usually means let’s have fun, I got this. It’s his way of sincerely asking me to trust him. My hips involuntarily raised themselves. Come on guys! At least try to play a little hard to get. And his lips finally connected with the lowest part of the small of my back. I couldn’t stop myself, “Corey please. Yes!” I couldn’t believe that came from me.
He scooted his knees back a bit further down my thighs and he placed his hands on my butt cheeks and gently began spreading them apart, exposing my anticipating hole. “Here’s our next level my boy, I know you’ll like it.” As he did yesterday, I felt his breath and facial hair on my cheeks and taint as a promise of where his lips were headed. But there was no further tease, just a fulfillment of that promise. I felt my man’s tongue on my exposed hole and I had no choice, I had to call out, “Corey!”
“Ssshhh, pup, we may be on the far side of the house, but we still have to be a little quiet.” He chuckled. “Maybe we should sleep at my house when we want to try new levels out. For right now, could you kinda snuggle your beautiful face into a pillow?” I wasn’t sure how serious Corey was, but knew I didn’t want him to stop. I grabbed a pillow and buried my happy face in it.
Corey lowered his whole torso down between my spread legs as his arms slid up between the mattress and my abs. His fingers found my nipples, right as his tongue started licking just above my balls then moving down my taint to rest on my quivering hole. I muffled another “Corey!” into the pillow. And he started to pleasure my hole with wide licks of his tongue. I love my dick, I’ve got a great one, but, damn, I’m starting to really understand just how much my ass rules my sexual world.
He never stopped bathing my hole with his tongue or kissing and licking my taint and I just kept moaning into my pillow. I have no idea how much time went by. But I still whined in protest when he pulled his arms out from under my chest and raised up from my butt. “Raise your hips, pup!” I did as Corey’s elbows went over my thighs with his hands resting on my butt where they immediately started pulling my cheeks apart and his tongue got serious.
He was no longer just licking my hole; he was trying to force his tongue in to my body. I raised up higher doing my best to help him out. “Just relax your hole Ollie boy, let me in.” He continued his efforts and I continued to bask in waves of unbelievable pleasure emanating from my hole. When I finally felt his tongue breach my sphincter, I was grateful that I had my pillow to muffle my moans.
Corey momentarily relented and I managed to breathe out a “Corey! That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt!” He raised up from his meal and then slowly moved his body back up mine. I turned my head out from my pillow to meet his handsome face in a kiss. I’m not going to lie, his beard and moustache smelled so much like me, I blushed.
He noticed my reaction and assured me, “Don’t worry, pup. You taste delicious. Exactly like I knew you would. It’s going to be so fun watching your natural furriness return to my favorite place. I’m pretty sure I’ll have to check your progress several times a week.
“Let’s run this into the end zone now. Why don’t you roll over and move your delicious tight end to the edge of the bed?”
I couldn’t stop myself in time, “Corey, I’m a wide receiver, not a tight end.” Then I realized my horrible unintentional pun and we both laughed while I blushed.
I rolled and scooted to the mattress edge as he got off the bed and kneeled on the floor and helped me raise my knees to my chest. Exposing my drenched playground to my hungry wolf. “Okay pup, don’t start stroking yet, let me see how close I can get you without your help.”
Far be it from me to deny my explorer his new adventure. Corey’s beard and moustache returned to my hole. Only this time, his fingers joined his tongue at my entrance. And after he thoroughly spit-lubed them up and rewetted my pucker, his two index fingers started taking their turns breaching my over stimulated entry. They combined forces to perform a three-way erotic dance at the gateway to my soul. I reached above my head to retrieve my trusty pillow just in time to stifle a very sincere and loud moan.
Eventually, one of Corey’s fingers took the lead and dove in to play with my prostate while his tongue alternated between circling it at my hole and licking my taint all the way up to my balls. I was quickly losing control. My body was urging me to straighten my legs out to aid with my impending orgasm. I gently laid them over Corey’s shoulders and tried not to shout, “Corey, don’t stop! I’m about to cum. I need to touch my dick!”
Corey gazed up over my drawn-up testicles, pulsing cock, through my blond bush, and into my wide eyes and he nodded. I moved my hand to my aching dick and got maybe 5 desperate strokes in before my whole body tensed and I shot my morning load all the way over my head. Corey kept his finger on my butt button as my subsequent spurts landed on my face and chest and tummy. I swear my vision whited out during those first shots.
He gently removed his magical finger and slowly stood up between my legs. Then he leaned over my torso and started lapping my cum up as he made his way back up my body. We finally shared my latest protein shake in our kiss. I love being under Corey’s weight and hairy chest. I was maybe still a bit too under the spell of my post orgasm high, but I knew what I wanted now. Maybe even needed.
“Corey? Can we sleep at your house tonight? I think I really want you to practice on me.” And I gave him my best puppy dog face.
He raised up from our embrace and much to my immediate concern, he didn’t return my playful look. Instead, he had the most stern fatherly look I’d ever seen on his face, it completely outclassed his serious Nurse Corey face. I was suddenly worried.
Corey noticed my fallen smile and immediately gentled his look. “Ollie, I know you were just having fun like we always do, by mentioning ‘practice,’ but I think we need to be serious about this. I lost my virginity as soon as I could. It was fun and it was with a close friend - no it wasn’t in the woods.” He smiled to assure me he was still my Corey. “In fact, it was awesome. But it really didn’t mean anything other than two boys experimenting and having a lot of fun. The most fun possible.
“At least it was until it instantly wasn’t. My friend totally freaked out over what we were doing mere seconds after he shot his load hands free while my dick was still mashing his prostate. He practically ran out of the house as soon as he got his clothes back on. I was terrified I’d hurt him. Turns out, I really just scared him. He decided that he definitely wasn’t gay, but I’m pretty sure he just couldn’t accept how much he liked what we did. I didn’t care if he was gay or not, but he totally stopped hanging out with me and I wound up losing a good friend over being too stupidly horny.
“I need you to understand something, Ollie. Being with you this weekend has given me one of the best times of my life. And you heard what Dad and Ted said about my little L-word slip early Saturday morning. I meant it, even if it accidently slipped out in a sleepy moment. I will be so honored to be your first lover. I know how I feel about you. I just need to know that you feel - or at least are starting to feel - the same way about me. As I’ve said before, I don’t want to lose you, my Ollie. If we take things too fast and something goes so wrong that we couldn’t even be close friends anymore, I don’t think I could handle it.”
Dammit. I’d been hoping to make it through at least one day without crying, but Corey’s speech, with his sincere face and those hopeful, earnest eyes, sent tears making their familiar trek down my cheeks again. My voice was soft but steady as I answered him.
“Corey, if you remember way back to one of my first, way-too-frequent teary confessions, I was the one who first used the L-word - well, at least I admitted that I’d already written it into my inner monologue about you. At the time, I felt so stupid. I didn’t even know you yet, at least I didn’t think I did. I just knew I was so desperate to have someone to love and to love me back. And I felt childish to think that it could be you just because you were my very kind and caring nurse.
“But these past two days have been more than I ever imagined. And no, two days isn’t a long time - and changing my mind in such a short time is ridiculous too. Except that it isn’t, because it’s different with you. I’ve known Ted for months, and I trust him completely. And now Chris too. I feel so loved by them - they’re letting me live with them, treating me like one of their sons. And they love you, Corey. They know you better than anyone else, and they believe in us.
“And by the way, I honestly think they set us up on some kind of inside-out first date Friday morning. It seems so obvious. None of it was a coincidence. But look where we are now. This weekend hasn’t just been the best weekend of my life - it’s the start of something I never expected to find. Corey, I can’t see myself ever wanting to lose you either. Even as we continue exploring, I already know where we’re heading and where we’ll wind up - together.
"So please, keep being my champion, my protector, and lead me through my most important first time. Make love to me tonight.”
Corey’s gaze melted, and for a moment, I’m sure I saw his eyes glisten with unshed tears. His voice was steady but thick with emotion. “Of course I will, my brave Ollie. I promise, it will be as beautiful as you are.”
We kissed, deeply and without haste, until the sticky reality of our morning adventure broke our spell. Giggling as we carefully untangled ourselves, each wince and pulled chest or tummy hair a reminder of just how close we’d become.
Hand in hand, we made our way to the shower, our laughter echoing softly in the space we now shared - not just our room, but in a life we seemed to be committed to building together.
Chapter 23: Morning Plans
Instead of our customary morning “just undies” attire, Corey suggested we don shorts and tees for a special occasion. “I say we need to treat the dads to a breakfast feast,” he declared with excitement. It was just after 8:30, and they’d likely be up around 9:00. Plenty of time to get the bacon sizzling, potatoes shredded, and eggs beaten. I just had one little problem…
“Corey, I don’t have any normal shorts, or even swim trunks for that matter. I’m…”
As always, Corey came to my rescue. “Don’t finish that thought, Ollie,” he interrupted firmly, but with understanding. “It’s not your fault you were kicked out of your home before you could plan outfits for every occasion. Just throw on your workout trunks. And later, since it’s a cloudy and maybe rainy day, how about we go shopping? I’ve got someplace special in mind. Something fun and boundary-stretching,” he added with a smirk.
I laughed, and decided to simply trust him. Amazed with his easy confidence about erasing all my concerns. My boundaries were already literally and figuratively stretched out beyond my imagination. “As long as you’re by my side, I’m up for more Corey fun.”
With that, we made our way to the dim, still-sleeping kitchen and started bringing it to life. The sound of bacon sizzling soon filled the air, and I got to prove to my Corey that I wasn’t bluffing about my cooking skills. Breakfast had always been my favorite meal to make, and I was an artist when it came to bacon: cooking it until it was perfectly crispy, yet still with just the right amount of chewy. And as for scrambled eggs? I had mastered the art of cooking them low and slow, coaxing out their over-easy flavor with lots of little soft, tasty curds.
As I sipped my sweet coffee, juggling my tasks and sneaking cuddles with Corey as often as possible, he was busy preparing the hash browns and mixing the pancake batter. The mouthwatering smell of my frying bacon did its job, rousing the Dads from their sleep. They strolled into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised by what we’d accomplished in their perfectly appointed culinary space.
Chris was the first to speak, his voice teasing, “Y’all didn’t wake up singing the same song this morning, did you?”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “Chris, your incredibly sweet and handsome son - my most likely love,” I paused just long enough to read everyone’s reactions, and thankfully, they all seemed accepting, “started ‘do-do-doing’ the theme from The Twilight Zone. So, naturally, I had to three-name him and punch his shoulder.”
The kitchen erupted in laughter, and Uncle Ted was the first to recover. “Corey, you’re a brilliant nurse and a brilliant man period. But have you ever considered just asking Ollie what kind of music he likes? Son, Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.”
I’m not sure I’d seen Corey blush that brightly before, but oh, it was an enlightening sight to behold. It’s not that I wanted to see my man embarrassed - it’s just good to know his dads can make him feel as adorably flustered as he makes me feel sometimes.
Corey, always quick on his feet, managed to brush off the rebuke with his usual charm. “Funny you should ask that, Uncle Ted. We’re making the best of this rainy day with a little Dallas shopping excursion, and I was planning on asking him that very question on the way over. My pup here needs proper swimming attire and some casual shorts. I don’t think he quite understood what appropriate ‘Texas summer’ attire was when his father rushed his packing.” He gave my neck a playful squeeze and pulled me into a hug, leaving me smiling and blushing in equal measure.
Ted made an unexpected pivot in our conversation, his tone shifted, more serious than I was expecting. “Ollie, I know I’m beating a dead horse - unnecessarily - but Sport, do you have any idea just how brutal Texas summers can get? Even up here in ‘North’ Texas? How were you planning on sleeping in your car - with the windows up to protect you - when the overnight lows start hitting 85 degrees?”
He saw the sudden flash of shame on my face, and before I could retreat back into Corey’s arms, he gently pulled me into his own. His voice becoming it’s most fatherly, “It’s okay, Sport. I just can’t believe you didn’t realize how much I cared about you, or understood that I knew you had to be struggling.” His embrace tightened, “I should’ve stepped in sooner. I swear, pup, I’m really just mad at myself, not you.”
“I’m sor -” Corey’s hand on my shoulder stopped me mid-apology. His steady presence gave me the courage to answer, “I was scared, sir. I thought if I asked for help - if people found out what was really going on - I could lose my job, along with any chance of continuing on with my life. My Father isn’t taking me back. I couldn’t see any other way forward, so I just kept going and hoped for the best.”
I glanced down into Ted’s gaze and saw tears shimmering in his eyes. Wanting to reassure him, I added, “And let’s face it, Dad - this is the best ‘best’ I could’ve ever imagined.”
Corey let me have my moment with my new dad and stayed at the stove, vigilantly keeping watch over the hash browns and pancakes.
Chris quietly joined our hug, his arms encircling both of us. His words were simple, yet they carried the weight of everything I didn’t know I needed to hear. “We love you too, pup.”
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It was finally time for breakfast! I’m not sure our spread could match the bold delight of Sam’s Benedict, but everything was perfect and delicious. We all sat around the nook table, eating and laughing as we got to know each other even better. I couldn’t resist asking, “So, did Corey really decide to use the oven as a kiln and try to bake clay fossils into stone?”
Chris laughed and motioned his fork at me. “Just keep doing that Ollie. Keep sharing all your ridiculous stories. You’ll find your song.”
As we finished up and began cleaning the table, Corey casually dropped our news. “Hey, I think Ollie should spend the night at my house tonight. I mean, it makes sense since I’m taking him to the doctor in the morning, and his office is closer to me than y’all.”
Ted raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with playful skepticism. “And that’s your story?”
I decided it was my turn to step in and set things straight. “No, sir. The truth is, I made a big request of Corey this morning. It took a little while, but I convinced him I really meant it.” Corey glanced at me, his expression filled with pride and respect, and I felt my heart swell in response, knowing I’d made the right move.
Our dads looked at us with a mixture of concern, curiosity, and - was that a look of pride? Chris broke the silence, his voice stern but full of parental care, “Are you absolutely sure? Both of you?”
This time, Corey and I got to answer in unison, our resolve clear: “Yes, we are.”
I took a deep breath and continued, “Chris, Ted, I know I’m a bit… well, touch-starved. And I know I’m still going to have plenty of nightmares on my journey, but I also know I’m really falling in love with Corey - and with you two, too. I want this. I think I even need it right now. I mean, I’m 19, and I’m pretty sure that makes me the world’s oldest gay virgin.” I paused, hoping to earn a laugh, and I wasn’t disappointed. Their chuckles eased the knot in my chest.
“But seriously, I understand a weekend is a ridiculously short time, but you’ve all made me feel like I belong. And I trust Corey. Even if things don’t work out - and honestly, I don’t think there’s any way that could happen - I know he’ll still be the best first I could ever ask for. Please… do we have your blessing?”
Their answer didn’t come in words but in action: another Family Hug of Acceptance, warm and all-encompassing. Depending on how you looked at it, it was either the most inappropriate moment for one - or the most perfect moment imaginable.
Chapter 24: Dallas Attitude
First off, have I mentioned how much I love riding in Corey’s Mach E? The instant acceleration feels like a perfect metaphor for our relationship - fast, electric, and full of momentum. Even the bumps in the road seem smoother, easier to endure with him at the wheel. We headed east to Dallas under cloudy skies that threatened rain but never quite followed through. With Corey driving and me finally stress-free, it was like seeing this world for the first time, even though I’d driven this same road just two days ago.
Arlington came into view like an exploded Disneyland for sports and thrills. Jerry’s World - home of the Cowboys - loomed like a monument to NFL excess. Not to be outdone, The Ranger’s home, Globe Life Field, had its insanely over-engineered movable roof. Finally, Hurricane Harbor and the world’s original Six Flags gave thrill-goers the opportunity to choose their favorite coaster: Wet or dry.
The overwhelming sight made me give an astonished grin, “Unless you want to, I promise not to make you set through a football game - like we could even get tickets - but we absolutely have to ride those coasters!” Corey’s enthusiastic nod told me he was already on board.
A few minutes later as we crested the final rise before entering Dallas on I-30, I realized the freeway gave the Big D skyline a “hero’s shot” the same, yet completely different from, the one it gives Fort Worth. It was grand, sprawling, and unapologetically big. Everything about it seemed designed to assert itself as bigger, brighter, and bolder than its western neighbor. If Fort Worth felt like a warm handshake, Dallas was an entrance fanfare.
Watching Corey navigate the downtown Dallas labyrinth of freeways, I was grateful he was behind the wheel. The maze of ramps, fly-overs, merges and exits felt like a challenge for only the brave or the local. Eventually, we made our way up Central Expressway to NorthPark Center, where I quickly learned that Dallasites carry an attitude to match their skyline - bold, confident, and just a bit overwhelming. But with Corey by my side, I couldn’t help but embrace it all.
As we entered a high-end department store, I hesitated, suddenly nervous about spending any money. “Um, Corey, everything here is really going to cut into my back-to-school budget. Maybe we should go exploring at the nearest Target or Walmart? I know where the best ones are.”
“Ollie, I swear I’m not buying your love.” He gave me a knowing smile. “But I’m definitely buying anything my love wants. Is that okay?”
I couldn’t help but blush - and grin. I’m so falling in love with him and his cheesy lines. He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly.
I glanced around, suddenly aware of the people shopping around us. “Um, is this okay? I mean, this mall is pretty crowded, and it seems a bit… family-oriented.”
“Believe me, it’s NorthPark. Just don’t let me catch you cruising the first floor men’s room off the east main entrance.” His smirk was impossible to figure out if he was being serious, and honestly, I didn’t care - I have my man.
By the end of our spree, I had four pairs of shorts, five new short-sleeved shirts, and my first-ever stash of nine pairs of tighty-whities for coffee and breakfast with the family. I couldn’t thank Corey enough, and I wasn’t sure how to even begin to try.
As we browsed through another store, I remembered the conversation we were supposed to have. “So, Corey… what kind of music do you like?”
Corey looked at me, also remembering our assignment. “I’m a product of being super close with my dad - I honestly love 80s and 90s alternative. How about you?”
I absolutely beamed. “Same! Does this mean we’re getting close?”
“Well, pup, it means we’re playing on the same field.” He shot me a playful grin. “Now let’s go complete your summer wardrobe. I’ve got a fun store in Oak Lawn in mind.”
“What’s Oak Lawn?”
He gave me an evil smirk that sent a thrill through me. “It’s Dallas’ incarnation of ‘Boys’ Town.’ It’s their gayborhood. You ready?”
I had no idea what was waiting for me, but I knew one thing for sure - Corey was about to stretch my boundaries again. And I hoped I was ready for it.
To Be Concluded ...
