Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 04:01:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Forgive me, Jody  PT VII

Forgive me, Jody (PT VII)
By
Barry
pueresamo@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or
places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly
more than coincidence.

Copyright 2006 Barry.  All Rights Reserved.


The drone of the engine and the road soon put Jody to sleep. He slept like
the angel he is all the way back to Dallas. Then he began to stir.

I'm hungry. He said.

Me too, sweetheart. I replied. I should have gotten us something to eat
before we left Ft. Worth, but I wasn't hungry then. I'm sorry. We'll stop
off at Trey and get some dinner. We'll be there soon.

Michael and Trey were happy to see us. Even though we had no reservations,
Michael quickly seated us in the small private room, which I so
prefer. Both Michael and Trey made it a point to stop and pay us a brief
visit as we had our dinner. They were really taking a liking to Jody, and
he to them.

We were each tired from our day's adventure, as we arrived home. Once in
the apartment, Jody, as I had come to expect, wasted no time shedding his
clothes. He's so beautiful naked. I'm glad he prefers to stay that way most
of the time.

Jody unpacked our picture and looked at it at length. He smiled that
Jody-smile and said:

We really are a handsome couple, aren't we?

We are more than a couple, sweetheart, we are ONE, sweet Jody. But, yes, we
really look like we were eternally intended to be together in the
picture. Scotty really knows his stuff. I said.

Why are you still dressed? Jody asked.

Oh, you just got a head start on me, that's all. I asserted, with a smile.

Quickly, we were naked for each other and standing glans to glans, looking
into each other's eyes.

I have an idea. Jody said.

OK, sweetheart. I replied. What is it?

Well, it concerns our new "Together is the Nicest Way to be" picture.

OK. I said.

Well^Å.what if we mixed our essences together and place the mixture in the
back of the frame, behind the felt backing? Only you and I would know it's
there. It would be our secret. It would make the picture even more
precious, because it would become the secret hiding place for our oneness
in essence, and anytime either of us look at it, we'll not only see our
likeness in the picture, but know that, for our essences, too, "Together is
the nicest way to be". Jody instructed.

What a novel idea. I remarked. The picture would take on a whole new
dimension for us, knowing we really are present there. I like the
idea. Let's do it.

He led me to the chair and had me sit on its edge. Just thinking about what
was going to happen, had me, quickly becoming quite erect. Jody disappeared
into the kitchen but quickly returned with a crystal wine glass, which he
sat on the floor by the side of the chair.

He began kissing and licking my penis, as he kneaded my balls, at the same
time.

Let's take it slow. Jody said. I want as much of you as possible locked and
loaded for this one, OK?

OK. Sweetie, you're in control. I said.

He traced my corona ring with his tongue, still kneading my balls.

He reached to gather some of his own pre-cum onto his middle finger and
inserted that finger into my anus and began to press rhythmically on my
prostate until copious amounts of my pre-cum began to pool, then, drip from
my glans. He began to, slowly, remove his finger from my anus, but moving
it in and out to finger fuck me.

I was on fire.

Baby, I said, I don't know how much longer I can hold off.

Tell me when you can't hold it any longer, Barry. He said.

He held my penis still in his hand, while he sucked my balls, one at a
time, into his mouth, where he could use his tongue to caress each one.

Then, he sucked my entire scrotum, both balls, into his mouth and while
they absorbed his heat, he began slowly stroking my penis.

It's time, sweetie! I whispered.  Quickly, Jody moved to envelope me with
his hot, sweet mouth, just as I had to completely release into him. He took
it all into his mouth, allowing it to swish around in his mouth until my
contractions ceased.

He removed my penis from his mouth and allowed my semen to drip from his
mouth into the wine glass. He sat the wine glass back on the floor and
finished me by licking all the residual cum from me.

Now Me! He declared.

We exchanged places and I tried to duplicate his technique, step, by
step. His penis was palpating uncontrollably by the time he filled my
grateful mouth with his cum. As he had done, I placed his cum from my mouth
into the wineglass.

I stirred our, now mixed essences, in the glass with my finger, then
painted a sample of the mixture onto each of our tongues.

I cleaned off his penis, still glistening with his cum, with my eager
tongue.

Baby, I said. I know what to do now^Åit'll shorten the time. I suggested.

OK. He said.

Wait a moment. I said.

OK. He said again.

I found an old certificate frame I had bought some time ago, but had never
used and removed the glass from it.

Let's do this together. I suggested.

Jody joined me in the kitchen. I placed the wine glass, now acting as our
little sacred vessel on the counter.

I placed the glass from the certificate frame on the counter.

With each of us holding the stem of the wine glass with one hand, we spread
our precious mixture all over the sheet glass, till it formed an even
spread across it.

I got my infra-red lamp from the closet and used it to dry the
mixture. After a few minutes, all the water had evaporated leaving only a
paste, which soon dried as well. I kissed the center of the paste and left
my imprint there. I offered it to Jody, who did the same.


I completed the drying process, and after the glass had cooled, Jody and I
placed it into the frame from the back side and replaced the felt
backing. We placed it on the dresser.

Now, sweetheart, it's more than our images, it's a repository for our
essences. I declared.

It's our secret, Barry. I'll know we're there each time I look at it. Jody
said.

Me too. I said.

After a hot shower, we were both ready for sleep. We assumed what had
already become our customary positions, as we had the night before.

The next morning, I was busy shaving and getting ready for work. Jody,
suddenly, appeared in the mirror next to me saying:

I wish you could stay home with me, Barry.

I wish I could too, sweetheart, but I've got bills to pay, so^Å^Å.

That's what Dad always says too, Jody interrupted.

Well, he's right, you know. I'll call you during the day to see if you're
doing OK. I said.

I continued:

There's plenty to eat and drink, so you don't have to worry about
that. I'll leave you some money, in case you want to walk over to the 7-11
for something.

You still have your apartment key, right? I asked.

Yes. He replied.

OK. I said.

I tried to stay naked with Jody for as long as possible, as we had a light
breakfast.

Finally, looking at the clock, I said:

Well, sweetheart, I've got to run. I must get dressed now.

There are plenty of video tapes and such to keep you entertained for a
while, till we come up with a routine for you. So^Åenjoy your leisure time
while it lasts. I smiled.


OK. He smiled back.

I'll talk to your Dad to see what he has in mind^Å.if he wants you back in
school right away^Åor what. I'll also start looking into what options are
available to us to deal with your dyslexia.

He kissed me, passionately, as I approached the door to leave.

I love you, Barry. Drive carefully. OK? He said.

I will, sweetheart. I love you too^Å..my sweet Ganymede. I smiled.

He smiled back.

He peaked around the door jam to watch me get into the car and leave, not
wanting his glorious nakedness exposed to the entire apartment complex.

My inbox was full and I could see it was going to be a long day. I decided
to waste no time getting started, so I wouldn't get home any later than
necessary.

About half way down my inbox, I took a break, and called a reporter friend
of mine who had done a piece a couple of years earlier on dyslexia. He told
me that the most knowledgeable person in the area on the topic was a
little, semi retired Nun, at a convent in North Dallas. He informed me she
had been working for years with dyslexics and had helped develop tests and
treatments for those who suffer from it. He gave me her contact info, and I
called her. I explained Jody's situation in some detail and asked is she
could help.

She informed me that she was semi-retired and couldn't spend the customary
amount of time with Jody, but she agreed to meet with him and attempt to
asses whether Jody really had dyslexia, and, if so, to what degree he
suffers from it.

She explained that at 17, even if his dyslexia could be miraculously cured,
instantly, he would find it almost impossible to catch up on his reading
and writing skills. Still, she agreed to see him.

By now, it was lunch time. I went to the lunch room to find and chat with
Joe.

He was there, in his usual place. He saw me and motioned for me to join
him.

How's Sam? I asked.

I was with her right up till the time I had to leave for work. He
said. They have her on some pretty powerful meds. I don't know even what
they all are, but they seem to have calmed her down.

Well, Jody's doing fine, Joe, don't worry about him. You just concentrate
on Sam. I suggested.  I know. He's with you, Barry; I haven't had to think
about him at all. I know he's safe with you. It lets me concentrate on Sam,
as you suggested, and to try to get her out as soon as possible The co-pays
and deductibles are about to bankrupt me, Barry. I'm serious, I had no
idea.

I hadn't thought of that, Joe. The cost of psychiatric care must be
incredible. I said.

It is, believe me, Barry, it is. Joe responded.

I told Joe about the Nun, Sister Renee, who had agreed to see Jody and
asses his dyslexia. Joe didn't react too strongly, which surprised me.

It's a little late, now, don't you think? Joe suggested. Sam has always
assumed Jody couldn't ever learn to read or write, because she hadn't. She
never insisted, therefore, that he even make an effort.

Since we left the Carney, Jody's been the recipient of social promotions at
school. I don't know what the Hell kind of job they think he'll be able to
find when he finally graduates^Å^Åif he graduates. He'd be the only one in
our family to achieve a High School Diploma, if he does. Joe explained.

How very sad, I thought.

Joe, do you want me to plan on putting him back into school right away? If
so, you'll have to pick up his transcript and come up to his school and
sign all the paperwork. Be sure to sign any required documents that allow
me to pick him up, or have him treated medically, in case of an
emergency. You can use my address, I instructed.

Sam has always taken care of that stuff. I'll see what it takes, though, so
he gets back into school. Joe replied.

Joe followed up, as promised, and Jody was back in school within a few
days.

Sister Renee did spend some time with Jody, as she had promised, and
determined that: Yes, he does have dyslexia, but it's a very mild case and
should never have been allowed to serve him as a crutch or to excuse
himself from the extra effort he could have spent all along, to stay even
with his classmates. She acknowledged how bright he was, and how strong his
verbal communicative skills were. She pointed out, at the same time, that
most of those words he has gained a command of, in his enviable vocabulary,
are words, none the less, that he cannot spell. Also, she said, He has no
concept of punctuation.

Never the less, she saw him as a challenge. Plus^ÅI think he probably
turned on the charm and that Big "Jody-Smile" to convince her to continue
to work with him.


Saturday afternoons, for four hours at a time, she worked with him. She was
tough on him^Å.demanding^Å..but Jody proved to be up to the challenge. He
was so proud, as he began to read, first children's books^Ålater, more
challenging fare. I was enormously proud of him and happy for him.

It was all going so well for me and my Ganymede.

I was so happy.

On a particular evening, I was eager to get home with a new book I had
picked up at lunch hour for Jody.

When I threw open the door, there, to my surprise, was not just Jody,
naked, as I would expect, sitting on the recliner, but Mike, also naked,
stretched out on the sofa.

Before Jody could explain, Mike interjected:

Hey, Barry! Jody is showing me how cool it is to be naked. It's^Å^Å.what's
that word again, Jody? Mike asked.

Liberating. Jody replied.

Yeah, liberating. Mike asserted. I love it.

Then, I got a nose full.

Oh Crap, I thought.

Do I smell POT? I asked.

I turned to Mike, saying:

Did you bring drugs into my house?

Hey! Mike answered^Å..it's cool.

No Mike, it's NOT COOL. I responded.

I continued:

I think you need to get dressed now, and go home. I need to make dinner for
Jody and myself^Å..and^Å..Mike^Å..I don't expect to find you here again. Do
you understand? I asked.



He nodded in the affirmative, as he gathered up his clothes.

 Mentally, I had to admit and admire his body. He had a very athletic build
and clearly possessed the proverbial^Å "Dick-of-Death" ^Å.It had to be
9-inches, if it was an inch.

He quickly dressed and made his exit.

I turned to Jody, whose eyes were fixed on the floor.

Jody^Å^ÅJody^Å..Look at me, Jody. I said.

He did.

His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils dilated.

God, Jody! You didn't, please tell me you didn't. I insisted.

I thought it was my home too, Barry. Jody said.

It is, sweetheart, but if you decide to burn it down, I'm going to stop
you. I answered.

Is this the first time you've tried that crap? I asked.

Yes. He said.

You mustn't do it again, Jody. I beg you; Please^Ådon't let Mike, or anyone
else get you onto drugs.

Lot's of guys do it. Jody answered. It's cool.

It is NOT COOL! Please sweetheart, believe me, it's NOT COOL. And it has
led many into disaster. I insisted.

It makes me feel good. Jody said.

OK, look, I said, we shouldn't discuss this further while I'm so
upset. We'll wait till the stuff wears off for you, then we'll discuss
it. OK? I asked.

OK. I'm hungry. Jody said.

I had to grin inside, knowing had a case of the pot related "munchies".

Open the windows for a few minutes, sweetheart, and let that disgusting
smell out of the place. I'm allergic to the damned stuff, anyway, as I have
been learning from my pot-smoking classmates in college. My sinuses are
already beginning to stuff up. I explained.

OK. He replied in a sad tone.  As I prepared to serve him dinner, I
observed he was still in a sad state.

I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to act all preachy, like your Mom or
something. My love for you will not allow me to stand by and watch you
destroy your life with drugs. I love you far too much to tolerate such a
thing.

I continued:

Jody, sweetheart, you have said you want to surrender yourself to me, as
Ganymede to Zeus. I beg you, then, consider staying away from drugs and
people who use them as a surrender to my will. I promise, you won't be
sorry. I declared.

OK. He said. I understand.

Jody remained sad and quiet for the rest of the evening. He wasn't even his
usual playful self when we showered. Perhaps, I was too harsh with him, I
thought. I wasn't sure if he was still under the influence of the POT or if
I had really hurt his feelings that badly.

The joyous indication that our relationship remained in tact was when we
assumed our usual positions and he reached back to bring my arm around him
and to hold my hand.

I'm sorry; I let you down, Barry. He said, as we lie there waiting for
sleep to come.

It's OK, sweetheart. I replied. We all screw up sometimes. Lovers too. I'm
sure I'll let you down more than my fair share of times too. Just, Please!
don't ever stop loving me when I do.

I'll never stop loving you, Barry. I promise. Jody assured me.

Soon, he was asleep in my arms.