Cory grew up in a religious arch-conservative family in the South. When he realized he was a homosexual, he knew there was no way for him to be happy. As soon as he was old enough, he left his family and home and moved to the big city. But even after 2 years full of sexual adventures in the homo milieu, he was still not happy. His conservative education was just too deep inside him. No matter what he tried, he always came to the conclusion that such a life of sin was wrong. God could not have wanted this life for him.
So Cory returned to his parents' farm. He changed his life completely and helped in the church community. He warned other boys about the evil enticements that existed in this world. That felt right.
Every Sunday after church, Cory would walk past the fields of the farm. Each time he looked at the corn that was growing there. The corn cobs were so nice and long and thick. Each time he would get on his knees and sucked on those magnificent growths as he did on the countless cocks in his time in the city. No matter how much he tried to resist, he had this craving every time he saw something phallic shaped. There was absolutely nothing he could do. That's just how fag brains work.