Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 20:53:51 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jonathan & Cory 2

Jonathan & Cory
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


2:  Meeting New People and Each Other

John ate his cereal with fruit, drank his milk and coffee, brushed his
teeth, flushed out is bowels, shaved and dressed in the most provocative
blue and white biking shorts and Tee combo, he could locate.  He put a
small point and shoot, a monocular, his wallet, a tube of KY, several
condoms and cell phone in his pack, picked up his sun screen, speedo and
towel and prepared to head out.  John, from his days as a Boy Scout kept
the same motto, Be Prepared.  He was almost out the door when the Skype
Bell sounded.  Cory stood before his camera in baggies and a sloppy Tee.

"I hope I'm not bothering you but I just wanted to see how you were
dressed.  Man is that cool.  I don't have anything like that," Cory said
with just a touch of sadness in his voice.

John slowly turned around showing his perfectly formed, round butt,
swimmers build and goodly crotch bulge.  "You like?"

"Sure as hell.  That is sooooo cool."  Cory sang.

"Hold on...." John went into his bedroom.  Coming back with solid silver
shorts and a light blue tee with silver stripes and a small, white N2N, Y
back thong.  This set is just a bit to tight on him.  Not that spandex
stuff is anything but form fitting.  This set was just a little
uncomfortably tight on John.  He held up the shorts.  "Will these do?"

"For me to ware?"

"For you to wear and to have."

"Oh god John, they are gorgeous."

"No, they are just nice but once on you body, you will be gorgeous," John
said, stuffing them into his back pack.  "Got your swim suite?"

"Oh ya," Cory pulled his baggies down to reveal the speedo.

"Now that is gorgeous Cory, see you in 20 minutes."

John pulled up by the swings.  Cory was already there.  They shook hands.
John dug into his back pack and handed Cory the shorts, thong and Tee.
Cory's face turned a bit red placing the thong into the folds of the
shorts.

"This one is still a little on the shy side, I need to work on that," he
thought.

They road over to the public rest room and Cory went in to change.  When he
came back John was waiting, camera in hand snapping pictures of his new
prince.  The set fit him very nicely and Cory looked as good as many of the
models in his portfolio.  The thong provided just that added touch he knew
it would.  Did for him, would for Cory.  Cory is just considerably younger,
that's all.  They rode around the park receiving numerous longing looks
from the onlookers of both genders.  John, never one to pass up a good
potential photograph, stopped several times to take them.  Mostly of Cory
but not only of him.  Cory was mildly embarrassed at first but soon relaxed
to enjoy the attention.  At several locations passers by offered to take
photos of them together.  John draped his arm around the boy feeling his
heat.  Cory asked and John yielded the camera to become the subject.

They stopped at a little outdoor cafe, for some cool refreshment and a
snack.

"Were you serious, can I really have these," Cory asked, pointing to the
Tee.

"Of course, I gave them to you, didn't I.  They do not quite fit me but
they look great on you.  Your mother won't object will she?"

"No, I will tell her the truth, a friend gave them to me because they
didn't fit him."

"Won't she want to know who that friend is?"

"Yes, you will meet her soon enough.  Mom's cool.  I know she wants me to
have some older male friends.  She keeps bring the young lawyers from her
office home, to do boy stuff with me.  Nice men who take me to sports games
and stuff."

"Okay, John thought she knows what the boy's social needs are and is trying
to see they get met.  His impression that Cory was a pretty boy and starved
for older male attention had been confirmed during last night's chat.  This
one is a man's boy looking for that man.  I can make that happen and I can
be that man.  Now that I have met him in person, I want to be that man,"
John thought.

The server brought them large ice tea and ice cream for Cory.  John could
see the knowing smile on the server's face.

"The young fellow thinks Cory has a sugar daddy.  He probably thinks Cory
is lucky to have such a buff one," John thought as the tight ass, in very
tight shorts, swished away.

"Mom and I come here often.  The owner was my father's friend, from when
they were all in school together.  Mom said my dad was a pretty boy in
those days," Cory said.

They chatted a bit and when John went to pay the bill, while Cory found the
men's room, he met the owner.  Marcel was a rather effected man, older than
John.  He introduced himself and sized John up.  The water swished by and
John pressed a tip into his hand, receiving a smile and thank you.  Marcel,
the owner explained to John that Cory's late father and himself were
college roommates, back in the day, before Cory Senior went to Law School.

"That is some coincidence we are both juniors," John thought.

Cory bubbled around the corner, "Uncle Marcel did you know that John is a
famous photographer?"

John pulled out his business card and handed it over.

"No, but I do now.  What are you two planning," Marcel said?

John answered, "I thought we would ride to the beach, do a little swimming
and call it a day."

"Jonathan Cuttler Junior," Marcel said with a puzzled expression, "I should
know that name...."

"Senior, is Principal Cuttler," Cory announced.

Marcel smiled, "I took grade 10 social studies from Mr. Cuttler, I thought
I recognized your face John, now I can place it.  I think your dad had him
too but not in grade 10, Cory.  He wasn't a principal in those days.  Why
don't you come for dinner and bring Brenda?"

Cory's face gave Marcel his answer.

"It is shot notice for tonight, how about tomorrow?"

Cory brightened up and John jumped in.  "I think that would work Cory,
don't you?"

Marcel suddenly realized that Brenda probably did not know John yet.  He
wondered how Cory had met this young photographer, who he did not know.  He
did know his dad and respected him as one of the best teachers he ever had.

"Tell Brenda I have reserved a table for the three of you tomorrow at
6:30."

Marcel said, winking at John.  John was not completely sure what the wink
was to mean, he assumed Marcel recognized he and Brenda had not yet met.
Maybe he realized this was Cory's and John's, first date.

Marcel did mean that.  He also meant but did not say, Cory senior had a big
crush on John's oldest sister in middle school, it came to nothing.  He
also remembered his crush on Mr. Cuttler, it came to nothing either.  He
knew his former roommate had been bisexual, he also pegged John as gay and
Cory either gay or like his dad bi.

They had not ridden more than three blocks when John's cell sounded, "Yes
Kevin.... No, I am supposed to have the day off....Okay, I will come right
over but I am not staying."

John put the phone away.  Cory looked puzzled and a little concerned.

"We need to stop by my office on our journey to the beach.  Kevin, is
desperate for me to sign a contract."

"Is it on the way." Cory asked?

"Not at all.  It's best we ride to my place and take the car to the office
and the beach."

Cory nodded and they rode up the hillside toward John's.  Cory wanted to
see what John apartment looked like anyway.  He could only see a bit of it
in the background on the Skype screen.  That was not to be this time.  John
lead him into the underground parking garage and stopped next to a bright
red Jeep.  "Way cool," was his first comment.  John loaded both bikes on
the rear rack and put the helmets and backpacks in the rear seat.  John
stopped just outside the garage and put the rag top down, for the drive
across the city.

"I've been thinking little guy.  How would you like a part time summer
job?"

"A summer job!  Sure but what can I do, cary your camera?"

"Yes, exactly that and more but that mostly, as my camera assistant.  I can
pay you $8 an hour."

"That's just the neatest, best, coolest, most radial thing ever.  Do I get
to work on the porn?"

"No you do not.  No one under 18 is allowed on the set or in the studio for
that.  You are stuck with the art stuff," John smiled and winked at Cory.
"Do you think your mother will have a problem with this?"

"No, I don't think so, especially if Uncle Marcel tells her it is a good
idea and he will do that at dinner tomorrow.  He likes you, I can tell.  He
likes me too.  Is this like our first date?"

"Cory is anything but shy and sure to the point," John thought.  "In a way
I guess it is.  I sure am having fun and feel comfortable with you.  I
don't think you should call it a date to you mother."

"Oh no, she would not understand.  I know she did not understand my dad.
Uncle Marcel told me that once.  My dad died of very aggressive testicular
cancer, when I was just four.  I don't remember him all that much.  I
overheard Marcel and mom talking once.  He was attempting to explain how
dad could love her and sleep with her and still be interested in men.  I
didn't understand that until about six months ago.  I kind of figured it
out.  Marcel and most of his staff are gay.  You probably noticed that.
She seems okay with it and Uncle Marcel has been a good friend to her and
me too.

You will like Brenda.  She is full of fun and jokes.  I know she dates and
often sleeps with one or two lawyers and an accountant.  They are all nice
enough men and I like them.  You and me are buddies and I like that best."

Cory was introduced to Kevin and while John signed the contracts, which
were urgent; Cory was given a tour and the paperwork for his mother to
sign, making him an official employee of JTP and a modeling contract, just
in the event.  John handed Cory a large field camera bag, they used the
studio change rooms and drove over to the beach for some sun, swimming, eye
candy and more photos.

John fills his speedo well and given his well tuned physique, makes a very
buff and handsome show.  Cory is a boy: lean, smooth, still developing and
he too presents a strong visual image.  An image John made sure to capture.
On arriving at the beach John made sure to cover Cory's body with
sunscreen.  He did not want to see him suffering a burn, letting his hands
glide over the lithe young body was still the main benefit.  Cory seemed to
like the attention, giggling and smiling through the process.  John was all
the more stimulated by the act of touching, Cory fully so by being touched.
Cory smeared the cream over John's back and shoulders.  He was timid at
first but gained confidence smiling widely when reaching John's pectorals
and chest.  John was almost beside himself with desire.  He wanted this boy
and he wanted him badly.  He wanted to kiss these red lips and have lusty
carnal knowledge of this entire body.  His erection almost to great to be
restrained by the small speedo, demonstrated that to both himself and Cory.
This was not the place and not yet the time.

The boy must come to him.  Not that he would not create opportunities for
that to happen and not that he would not do all he could think of to make
that happen.  He had been here before, in Cory's place.  He knew Cory was
experiencing emotions and feeling he probably never experienced before.  He
knew his imagination, doubts and confidences were all mixed up.  The boy
was on an emotional roller coaster.

Eye candy is eye candy and if you are there to appreciate it you must also
be there to show yourself off to others.  At first Cory looked at his bulge
and became embarrassed.  He could see John was much more well endowed and
he showed no sign of embarrassment.  This gave the lad courage and comfort.
That and John's gentle hand on his shoulder.  John knew Cory's ass would be
smooth and incredibly sexy if exposed.  Hell it was that covered.  He
needed to restrain himself from letting his hands drift over the small
round globes.

Public beaches, without a small army of assistants, present a minor problem
to a photographer, that both wishes to swim and take pictures.  This was
moderated by swimming first and then getting the equipment out of the
locked boxes, bolted into the Jeep.  John put a neck strap on the little
point and shoot and hung it around Cory's neck.  He had to hold himself
back from placing several long probing kisses on his lips.  He took out a
Nikon body and 17 to 80 zoom lens.  Cory's shoulders were beginning to get
red so John applied more sun screen and they began strolling along the
beach looking for photo opportunities.

Some time between taking pictures of young children making sand castles and
some mussel studs showing off for the onlookers, they began holding hands.
John had Cory pose and Cory had him pose.  Often John was aware that Cory
was looking at him and not the beach.

John thought, "I will have this one in my bed before the day is over."

Cory thought, "I hope he kisses me and soon."

"What time do you need to be home," John asked.

"Mom gets in from the office by 5:30, so I should be home at least by 5."

"Okay, well it is 3:30 now, so I think we should start moving in that
direction."

The boys showered in the public change room to get the salt off and dressed
in those sexy biking sets, picked up a cold drink and an ice-cream and
drove to Cory's home.  Cory had already seen John with his flag flying but
being up close and almost personal, sent little shivers down his spine.
John had not yet seen Cory's goody package and he was impressed but it
would not have mattered to him anyway.  It is not so much the size,
especially for younger boys, then the prize itself.  The strong tan lines
around Cory's round globes formed a perfect reverse frame causing his
erection to stiffen and twitch.  Fortunately no one else was in the place
to see.

John only needed a few simple directions to find the building.  Now he had
the address too.  This is a very nice condo building but that was all.  It
was not child friendly.  The park is only a block away so that is less
problematic.  Cory disappeared into the underground garage to park his
bicycle and reappeared through the front door.  John cranked up his lap top
and downloaded the days snapshots.  By the time Cory returned he was
putting them on a memory stick for Cory.  John handed the memory stick and
contracts to Cory, it was an almost magic moment as the realization of the
day's end settled over them.  John desperately wanted to grab his little
friend and give him a most passionate kiss.  Cory did not want this
wondrous time to end.  Not letting go of each other's hands they stared
into each other's eyes.

"I had a wonderful time today Cory, I hope you also enjoyed it."

"It was awesome John, I don't know how to thank you.  Well I do but," he
looked around, "not a good place for it."  Cory said.

"I know, me too.  Look, I'll keep some cloths on, Skype me later and if
your mother wants to meet me, I promise not to embarrass you."

"You could never do that, it is me that might embarrass you."

Just then one of Cory's neighbors, a youngish professional looking lady,
stopped.  "Cory," she asked?  Cory turned bright red and turned
around. "Yes," then he did a slow turned around, "like it?"

"Why yes, you are so handsome and look so grown up, I was not sure."  she
turned to John, "I am Jane Fancy, Cory's neighbor and you are?"

"I am Jonathan Cuttler junior," he extended his hand.  They chit chatted a
few moments before Cory and Jane headed into the building.

John was not home more than 15 minutes before the Skype bell rang.  "Jane
thinks you are just the cutest and nicest man going," Cory blurted out.

"I assume that is a vote of confidence," John replied.

"I guess so I never heard her say anyone was cute before, except for me.
Mom's coming in, I'll call you later."

With that Cory was gone.  John was not quite sure what to make of all this.
He knows he has a good reputation and he is good looking.  He made his
evening meal and started working on the day's photographs. Some would make
good stock additions to the catalogue.

Some of this is personal stuff, not professional.  He placed these
snapshots into iphoto and made a Cory album.  He culled the duds, cropped a
few and enhanced those that needed it.  One image grabbed him.  It was a
head and shoulders of Cory at the beach.  His smile was engaging and his
eyes so intense, they seemed to reach right out of the screen.  He
immediately used this as the desktop background photo on the laptop.  Going
back to the others he isolated about a dozen that had greater artistic
potential and placed copies into another album called Cory/art.  He
reckoned he could create several others, such as Cory/sexy or Cory/hot, but
he didn't.