Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 23:20:51 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jonathan & Cory 3

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


3:  Getting To Know You


John had put on a clean Tee shirt and a pair of his very brief, very tight,
very sexy, wet look shorts.  These are square cut or boy cut, low rise with
a nice pouch in the front and designed to snug up into the butt cleft.  He
read his email.  Normally he does not get all that many personal messages.
Most of what he gets comes to the company web site and Kevin or his staff
deal with it.  First he read the family stuff.  Nothing much here except,
his father wanted him to drop by on Sunday, if he was in town.  Okay, he
could do that.  A couple of old friends, a couple of photo buddies
discussing techniques.

John's mind kept drifting mostly toward Cory and the boy's absolutely
beautiful body and personality but for now, mostly his body, with its'
creamy smooth skin.  The narrow waist, the round and modest butt, his well
shaped uncircumcised penis, his respectable hairless scrotum, his wide
shoulders and narrow hips.  That bow shaped mouth with red lips, he longed
to kiss.  His penis strained at the spandex impregnated material, it was so
swollen it hurt.  The last one was from Kevin.  This one got his attention
and got it big time.

Several of the local firms he shots for, were complaining about his prices
and threatened to take their business elsewhere, unless he gave them a 50%
discount.  He pulled up a copy of his accounting records and reviewed their
accounts.  He responded: "No, they are already are at 80% of the going
rates and being local have no travel costs as add on's.  I will honor my
prices for the remainder of the year.  If that is not good enough, then
they should serve notice, written and 30 days.  I only ever asked for
exclusive advertising photo work and in return I refuse their competition
my services.  I have set no minimums.  If their budgets are cut then they
should reduce the amount of photography required, I will not cut my prices.
I believe I have no local competition that can match my quality.  I refuse
to lower my standards to the levels of others.  It is them that should
elevate to mine."  He sent his reply.

John knew that none would take him up on contract cancelation, since that
would free him to work for their competitors.  Kevin knew this too but he
was obligated to ask the boss on this one.  John willingly played the part
of the temperamental artist, who apparently would sacrifice business for
art.  A few years ago he could not have afforded to do this and would not
take such a firm stand.  Today he could, so he did.  John also suspected
two other things.  One, this was just a trial balloon, given the recession
situation in the general economy it was a good excuse.  Two, the 50% rate
differential was hog wash.  The others could not afford to do this and stay
in business.  He knew they were cheeper but not by that much.

John also knew that advertising revenue was way down for almost all media.
That is the result of budgets being cut.  The media are offering discounts.
Much of the materials is of low quality, keeping the costs down.  He
reasoned that a fewer number of spots, with a quality product, would stand
out and be more effective than more but poorly done units.  If his clients
could not see that, perhaps he didn't want them as clients anyway.

The Skype bell rang, snapping John out of his day dream.  "Hello Cory, how
are you doing?"

"I'm good John, real good.  John, I want to introduce you to my mom," Cory
said.  John could see a very well dressed and attractive woman in her late
30's he figured, standing behind him.

"Hello Cory's Mom, I John Cuttler."

She laughed and indicated for Cory to move over a bit.  "My name is Brenda,
it is a pleasure to meet you."

"No Brenda the pleasure is mine.  Cory never told me his mother was such a
beautiful woman and so photogenic."

"Cory didn't tell me your were the playboy son of my high school social
studies teacher, or you had recently kissed the Blarney Stone."

"I can't believe this, did everyone in the city study under my father?  Not
important, I don't know about the playboy bit.  Cory didn't say that, did
he?"

"No he didn't, that was my neighbor, Jane.  You made quite an impression on
her and now I can see why."

"Stand up John show her how buff you are," Cory added.  John slowly stood
and moved back a few feet from the web cam.  They talked a bit and John
told her of the invitation to LaCruz's Cafe.  She accepted.  Brenda was a
little take aback that John had given Cory such an expensive set of riding
cloths.  John explained again, about them not fitting him.

"Cory wants me to sign these contracts so he can start working for you.  I
read them over and they look reasonable, if not a little extravagant."

"Kevin, used our standard forms and that is the going rate for untrained
assistants and for models."

"Who is Kevin?"

"Kevin Walters my business manager.  I take his advice on all things like
this.  Leaves me the time to be an "Art-est".  I know Cory lacks experience
but that is more advantage than disadvantage, I can train him faster to my
methods and work habits."  Cory disappeared for a minuet and returned with
a magazine in his hand.

"See mom, John's clients are some of the biggest."  He held up a perfume ad
in one of the Woman's magazines, that has been nominated for an award.
Cory could not have know that.  He wondered how Cory knew it was his work.
Then he remembered, that model, in almost the same pose, was one featured
on his web site.

"I get paid the big bucks because I do good work.  I work very hard and
often long hours on these shoots.  I need my assistant to work just as
hard.  Once the shoot is finished we can take it a lot slower.  A simple ad
shoot like that one, assembles a crew of about 8 plus me.  Time is money
when so many are involved.  My assistant should be fairly compensated
regardless of experience.  I also want Cory to get more involved in
organized sports like cycling, gymnastics and swimming.  He will need the
same level of fitness I have, to keep up with me."

"We can talk about that at dinner.  Do you need him tomorrow?"  Cory was
standing behind her nodding his head, forgetting that his web cam image was
also displayed on the screen, all be it smaller then John's.  Brenda
frowned.

"No, not tomorrow, I am booked all day and it is a rush job."

"Good, I want to take these to work and have one of the lawyers in our firm
check them over, if you don't mind."

"No, that is fine, you should do it.  I will be tied up most of the day so
if you have any questions or want to make any changes, just call Kevin."

"Kevin Walters, I have the feeling I should know that name but I just can't
place it," Brenda said.

"Kevin and I were university roommates and he had my dad's social 10 course
too."

"Will you be speaking to Principal Cuttler in the near future?"

"Yes, I am expected for dinner Sunday afternoon."

"Ask him if he remembers Brenda Mathews."

"That I will do.  I will pick you two up about 6:15 tomorrow," John said.

"Cory told me you drove a Jeep, with the top down."

"Yes and no.  Yes, that is how we got to the beach today and no, I will
drive my real car, so your hair won't get too messy."

"Then I accept.  Does Cory have your home phone number John?"

"Yes, it is on my business card.  I am up late."  John realized Brenda
wanted to speak to him without Cory's ears to close.

Cory took over again and they talk a little longer.  John reminded him to
share the snapshots with his Brenda and they said good night.  This was
just a little sad for both of them but that is the way it is.  John figured
Brenda would call just before bed.  He inserted another of his porn flicks
and tried to be entertained.  That was not completely successful.  Oh he
got a hard cock almost immediately but he could not stop being critical.
With this one he was less than happy with the editing and the sound track,
neither functions were his department.  Giving up, he got a dildo and
pressing it home.  Just as he was about to climax Beethoven sounded.

It was Brenda.  She had a few personal questions for him.  None came right
out and asked if he was gay but he got the impression she was probing.
John is officially in the closet.  He admits to being bi most of the time,
to friends and those he fucks.  He told her what she want to hear.  He had
no steady but he was involved with several of the models, shown on his web
site.  That was true, he just failed to identify the gender and she did not
ask.  His experience shows that gay men are no more likely to fuck boys
under the age of 16 then straight or bi men young girls.  From his
observations and only from that, he thinks many straight men will fuck boys
if presented with the right opportunity.  Something in our genetic make up
he figures.

John preempted her next question.  No one under the age of 18 is allowed in
the studio or on location, when porn is being shot.  Those are his rules
and the client's.  He is serious about this too.  Again he failed to
mention that once shot and in the real or virtual darkroom, that rule may
not be enforced.  "Where Cory is concerned, it won't be," he thought.

She mention that in the past Cory had attempted to hook her up but she was
seeing someone.  John assured Brenda that this dinner was not Cory at all
but Marcel's idea, he even extended the invitation to her friend.  He
figured that would lend comfort.  She said the friend was out of town at a
trial but thanked him.  Okay, it is a lawyer, probably one from the firm
where she is a para legal.  What he did not tell her was, the law firm that
Kevin uses is the one she works for.  He also knew the employment contract
gave him temporary guardianship of Cory, when and if they needed to travel
outside the city; something he hoped to do a lot of this summer.

John drifted off into another fantasy.  He was making love to Cory.  Having
pressed his cock into the boy's butt, his hands were drifting along Cory's
chest settling on his groin, fondling his erection, kissing his neck,
cheeks and lips until they both ejaculated.  In the morning John realized
the black silk sheets were covered with come.  He marveled at the number of
wet dreams he must had had and that he remembered none of them, except his
masturbation fantasy.  His first task was a quick shower, followed by the
washing machine.

Today's model is a short thin woman, about 20, with nicely shaped breasts
and to John's delight, a true boy butt.  She is athletic and still has a
fresh school girl look to her skin and features.  Very little make up, John
liked that.  The Studio has large north windows and huge sky lights.  He
much preferred natural light, supplemented with diffused or bounced
strobes, if needed.  The job is for a magazine advertisement, subject
shoes.  The nicest part of this for John, the woman has a small well formed
male butt and since the subject was shoes, summer and fall causal styles,
she is wearing shorts.  Very tight, very brief, square cut "boy shorts".
On her they looked good, very good.  Not all women can ware "boy shorts"
well.

John likes the human form in general, the male form specifically.  He is
very fond of well shaped legs, almost as much as butts and just a little
better then the rest of the body, except for faces.  Faces are different.
Not that he isn't interested in genitals.  He is a man, he likes them.
Like most men he is fascinated by other males and females as well.  Enough
said.

John looked at his clock and realized he only has about 45 minutes to get
out the door.  He quickly shaved and brushed his teeth, cleaned his
internals and pissed in the pot.  Now the problem, what to ware.  Males
have an easier time them females at this choice business.  Maybe they just
make up their minds faster.  One quick look was all it took: light blue
shirt, open collar, no tie, light gray Italian silk/wool blend, single
breasted suite, black belt with silver buckle, black wing tip shoes,
diamond ear studs, platinum Rolex.  These are all client products.  His
suits are the finest and most fashionable, all made to measure for him.
John believes that he should support his clients by using their products,
if applicable of course.  These very expensive things are not gifts but
available to him a substantial savings.

He placed his every day Rolex, one with lots of dials and buttons into the
box.  That is when he noticed it's, yellow gold, twin.  John wares the
platinum version when possible.  He placed the gold one in his pocket.
That is when it hit him, he moved to the computer and Skyped Cory.

Cory's image came up.  He was standing in his bedroom, a typical boys room,
rather messy, in the briefest of briefs.  John did a slow turn for him and
asked what he was intending to wear.  Cory looked like a deer in the
headlights.  He had no idea.  John asked him if he had a sport coat or
suite.  Cory produced a dark blue double breasted blazer with brass
buttons.  It looked youthful and sporty, yet offered some needed bulk to
the mid section, making the youth look older.  "Good," John said, "light
blue open collar shirt like mine, gary slacks and black shoes."  Cory
showed all to John.  His lithe frame punctuated by the very tight briefs
was sending John into anticipation fantasy land.  "Polish the shoes before
you get dressed," he said.

John believed the professional service provider should never flaunt wealth
before a client.  He attempts to drive a car not quite as nice as his
clients, for example.  His working clothing are nice but not top of the
line.  Most of his clothing is either made to measure or altered for better
fit.  He will want his assistant to be much like himself in that.  Then it
struck him.  John rummaged in a cupboard and found a bottle of that
expensive perfume.  This was bit of client swage, he slipped into his
pocket.

John called from his car that he was leaving, Brenda and Cory would meet
him at the condo building's lobby.  John drove his new, black Thunderbird.
He stopped in front of the door.  After a few seconds Cory came flying
through the door, the look on his face was priceless.  He, of course had no
idea John owned such a cool car.  Cory got into the back.  John noticed he
did not have a watch, after Brenda sat herself and closed the door, John
handed Cory the watch.  This produced another classic expression.  "John
this car is so cool," Cory said, "So is the watch," he went to hand it
back.  John turned and winked at Brenda.  "No Cory it is for you, put it
on."

"Is it real or a copy," Cory asked as he strapped the watch to his right
wrist.  "It's real, Rolex is one of my clients, we should use their
products don't you think."

"John," Brenda said, "Cory can't take your watch."

"Yes he can, it is a spare anyway, I have about six others."  He displayed
his wrist.  "Besides my assistant needs to look the part when the client
visits the studio, don't you think."  John knew exactly what he was doing
and why.  He was courting the boy, not to buy his favor, but to make it
clear the depth of his feelings.  Cory instinctively realized this.  He had
though as much after the bike ride.  He realized he had little to trade
except his friendship and loyalty.  Brenda had her suspicions but said
nothing.

Her legal firm had checked John out and by all reports, he was as he
presented himself.  John pulled the perfume from his pocket handing it to
Brenda.  She was about to object.

"Our clients are among the top in fashions and accessories.  I don't wear
dresses or use perfume but do wear suites and other male things.  Now if
Ford was a client, I would drive a Lincoln.  I got that Jeep from Chrysler
at a very good price, it was considered used after I did an advertising set
for them, several years ago.  Check the contract, it should say something
about the company providing appropriate uniforms for the staff."

"Uniforms," Cory asked?

"Sure, you need to look the part to properly impress the client or
potential client.  This business is all about image, not just images.  Any
competent photographer can make a great image of a Rolex, the trick is to
create an image of that image's value, to the advertising people and the
Rolex executives.  We work with the Ad agency people.  They think stuff up
and ask, 'can you do that', we tell them yes, no or maybe.  More often then
not we say have you thought of this or that.  Look back at some of the
men's fashion mags, at the Rolex adds.  My job was to display the product
to its maximum impact and appeal but still keep the image interesting and
appealing to the viewer.  Just the watch, so-so, add a harry arm, better,
add drops of water to the watch and arm better yet...you get the picture."

They parked a few stalls down from the cafe and Marcel met them at the
door.  He too had checked John out.  After all he was Uncle Marcel, not
just one of Cory's late father's friends.  When Cory Senior died Marcel
took on the role of Uncle, he wanted to honor his friends' memory and could
think of nothing better than that.  Brenda was devastated by the cancer and
being left with a four year old, Marcel's emotional support was very
important.  When Cory showed him the watch, he immediately recognized what
John was about, relative to his nephew.

Marcel had been a loved boy, he knew or thought he did.  That experience
had been a positive thing in his life.  Cory was a pretty boy but he did
not strike Marcel as a sissy boy.  He may be photogenic, he was a boy not a
girl in disguise, like he had been at that age.  He kept his own council.
When he and Cory Senior were students they both fucked as much and as often
as possible.  Himself, boys and his man; Cory, himself, boys and girls.
That was before Brenda but no matter.  Even after Cory had hooked up with
Brenda he would visit their old apartment and fuck his brains out.  Cory
junior was like his dad.  He looked like him, acted much like he had and
Marcel was sure would have the same sexual drive, over the top.

John arrived home rather late.  He was sure he had passed all the adult
tests.  He figured he had already passed Cory's test.  On Saturday he made
the guest room ready for Cory.  John set up a spare computer with all the
software Cory would need or would use.  Purchased some spare clothing:
shorts, jeans, shirts and undies.  Put spare tooth brushes and emma
supplies in the bathroom and so on.  He did not expect Cory to stay in that
room, probably never.  He did not expect him to stay at his condo very
often.  This was Cory's space, that place for him to be alone and to keep
his treasures.  Cory needed a place to keep the gifts he did not wish to
share with mom, if nothing else.  John put his recent pictures of them this
machine and taking a subset of the Cory shots made them the screen saver.

He found the Ganymede Myth and some associated art, along with scholarly
discussions of the ancients' attitude toward the relationship of men and
beardless boys. Placing those links in a special bookmark file.  In other
files he placed all the tutorials and other photo tips he thought would be
useful.