Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 23:46:41 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jonathan & cory 4

Jonathan And Cory
By: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


4:  The Plot Thickens


John disposed of his personal correspondence, paid his personal bills and
kept himself quite busy being domestic.  Late that afternoon he contacted
his old coaches and sports clubs.  Most would not restart until the fall.
Okay, that was good.  His old gymnastics coach, the one who fucked him most
frequently during those years, had retired.  The club was still in
operation and his replacement is very highly qualified.  They talked a bit
about old times.  John like Mr. Sanderson very much as a boy and still did.

On sunday afternoon he gathered up his laptop and visited his parents.
Several of his sisters and a whole crowd of nieces and nephews were also in
attendance.  It was a good time and he mostly forgot about the non family
world, until his father began asking some pointed questions.  This followed
John mentioning the names of many former students.  John showed the
pictures of him and Cory.  Everyone thought them very good.  John just
smiled, he had given up years ago trying to explain the difference between
snapshots that capture a moment and photographic art that captures more
then just the moment.  John Senior knew in an instant this boy was special
to his son.

"Is this a new grandchild," he asked?

John smiled, "I hope so dad, we just met last week."

Senior wrote and name and number on a small scrap of paper.

"Here, you will need this, I think it time you began Sunday morning
worship."

John nodded and pushed the paper in his pocket.  Just as he was leaving,
his sister Sandra walked out to his car with him.  She handed him a small
bottle of oil. "Three drops," she said.  John knew what it was and what it
meant.

Sandra was a biochemist and she worked from a firm that makes medications
for animals.  She was also an avid gardner, he has seen the cannabis plants
among her flowers.  Sandra has supplied him for years.  John is not an avid
user but if he wants to get high, it is preferable to most other things,
including legal stuff.  John can not drink much, a couple of beers or two
glasses of wine, that is his limit.  If he over does it, he not only gets
light headed and says things he ought not, he has been know to get rather
ill.  A few drops of this on easily digested food and in 20 minutes a nice
glow with no hangover.  John kissed her cheek.  Sandra always took care of
him.  She was the one who looked out for her little brother when they were
small and still does.

"Do you have strong feeling for that boy, John?"

"Yes, like I said to dad, we just met and had one hell of a good time
biking and swimming."

"Lust then, but remember, most long term affairs begin with lust.  Don't
try and tell me you are not interested in men John.  This is your big
sister talking.  I can tell you are in love or maybe it is in lust.  Just
be careful that your heart does not get broken.  Keep in mind you have at
least one nephew that is as big a sissy as you were, he too will need the
guidance of an older man and our brother in law, is to much like that
himself to do the job."

She did not hold for his comments but kissed his cheek and ran into the
house.

"Sandra was always the consummate middle child," he thought.

Cory had only sent him two emails.  John read them, "and who is courting
who", he thought.  John replied, "I'll pick you up at 8 am.  Jeans, shirt
and runners," he wrote.  John put the little bottle of oil in the spice
cupboard.

...............

"How do you like your job so far," John asked Cory?

"What's not to like?  I mean I get to ride in your hot car.  Clean, not to
hard, lots of learning, great people."  Cory replied.

"It gets tougher and some times the days are very long.  You will see.
After lunch we should go to the fitness room and work out, then you have
some heavy duty computing."

John drove into the underground and pull in his assigned spot, next to the
Jeep.  He gave Cory a card key for his building and apartment.

"Don't loose this, it will get you in about anything here."

"You mean it?  This is my key to your apartment?"

"Yes, I mean it.  I want you to have access to this place when ever you
need it.  Think of it as your home away from home," John answered placing
his arm around Cory's shoulders and giving him a little hug.  "You may just
want to forget to tell anyone about you having this key."

"Is that because they might think you and I are you know..."

"Yes Cory, our public connection is employee and employer.  Our privet
relationship is what ever we decide it is.  Could be nothing, could be
something but it is between us and must remain so."

"That waiter said I was lucky to have a sugar daddy like you.  I just
smiled.  Was that right and what did he mean?"

"That was right.  Exactly right, just smile and say nothing.  A sugar daddy
is an older man that gives a younger man or boy presents or money in
exchange for companionship and often sex.  I give you presents because I
like you and we share companionship because we like each other and have
fun.  I'll explain the sex part later."

They stopped talking until inside the condo.  "I know more about this and
the sex part then you adults seem to think, you know.  I may lack
experience but I have eyes and ears and read a lot too.  I know every-time
you touch me I get tingles all over my body.  I know when I touch you, your
crotch says Yes," Cory stated.  "It is obvious you want to seduce me.
John, I want to be seduced by you."

"We are on the same page.  I will not make any move until you give me the
signal you are ready.  When that time comes you will signal and I will be
yours."  John put his arm back on Cory's shoulders.  "the boy controls the
sex Cory, even the kissing and touching.  Otherwise it is an unequal
relationship.  It is how the power imbalance is moderated.  I guess you are
right, I am courting your favor.  I am trying to win you affection not just
get into you pants.  If it was just lust or sex I can get plenty of that.
You will see over time just how much is readily available.  Affection and
even love.  I think it best to just let things progress slowly.  Now come
in here, I have a surprise for you."

John steered him into the guest room.

"You play with the toys and I will call you when lunch is ready," John
said.

John called the number on dad's little note.  This was his family doctor's
privet line.  He learned when and where the worship service was now being
held and arranged for examinations for himself and Cory, later during the
week.  He instructed John to use the magic oil Sandra had given him for the
first few days and recommended a pain reducing lubricant for the first few
penetrations.

When Cory appeared in the kitchen he had a kind of smirk on his face that
John did not quite know how to read.  He soon found out.  Cory took a
tumbler from the table filled it with ice tea, kissed the rim and turning
it, handed it to John.  John drank and smiled.

"I read all the stuff you book marked.  I now understand, I think, what
this is all about.  Ganymede is ready to begin his duties great Zeus."

John went into his room and put on his workout costume.

Cory shouted, “what color?"

John answered, “red”.

Cory twirled around, "John, these are even sexier then one ones you used
for those models."

John laughed, "I don't always get to pick for them, just for you."

Cory pushed tight to his body and looked up.  John could not hold long, he
kissed the boy.  Cory kissed back.  The ice was broken no telling how far
or fast it would go but going it was.  John figured he had 20 minutes
before the THC would take effect.  The idea was to relax Cory and place him
in a state of ready suggestibility.  The THC would also lessen the gag
reflex.  John had used it on himself for that years ago.  The shorts John
chose are wet look, brief, low rise, square cut, with a pouch designed to
eliminate the need for a jock, the butt seem is stitched tight and rode
well up the cleft.  They left little to the imagination.  The were the same
as his only extra small, not medium.  The shirt is a wife beater 3/4 length
also red and also very tight.

In the fitness room they did 15 minutes of intense work, 15 to 20 seconds
of full out, as many reps as possible, then 10 or 20 second rest and go at
it again.  By the time they came back both were sweating and both knew they
had done well.  Cory was also starting to get a little giggly.  Once in the
apartment John's hands were busy with the boy's body and the boy took the
hint.  They kissed and fondled, play around laughed and kissed some more.
John began to suck Cory in earnest getting a couple of fingers in his anus
and working over his prostate until Cory spilled out his ejaculate in a
torrent of gushes.  John licked up the ejaculate with his tongue.  He
suggested Cory suck on his cock, which Cory willingly did.  John gave
gentle instructions and before long Cory had mastered most of them,
bringing John to climax.  He did not share John's ejaculate lapping it up
as suggested.  For John, this is a wonderful beginning to what he knew or
at least hoped, would be a long and passionate affair.  For Cory, this was
the most wonderful experience of his life, at least to date, if this was
the reward for being a loved boy, he was in for all it was worth.

In the shower they fooled around more and John show Cory how to give
himself an enema.  Refreshed and dressed in street cloths the both got to
work on the computers.  Cory learning, John finishing up some client work.

It is almost time to take him home.  Cory is reluctant to go but go he knew
he must.  John pulled him into his bedroom and onto the bed.  They kissed
and fondled.

"John, now I am all sexed up."

"Yes, I know, so am I.  Just keep that thought and your masturbation will
be all the more special.  I know mine will.  Is Ganymede happy?"

"Yes Zeus, very happy when I am with you."

"You realize the one big difference between us and the ancients is, don't
you?"

"Yes, I know I must never tell anyone about our sexual relationship at
least until I am 18."

"Correct, it must be our shared secret.  I will remind you every once in a
while about that."

They embraced and kissed passionately for some minutes before heading down
the elevator.  Cory wants John's attention, he wants to feel his kisses
over every part of his body and his lips on his penis, his fingers in his
anus.  He wants John's hands roaming over his boy and holding him in deep
embraces.

..................

"Today we are working in the morning and you are scheduled for a fitting
right after lunch."

"A fitting," Cory questioned?

"Yes, a fitting.  We need to complete your uniforms, I am taking you to my
tailor and he will do a proper fitting."

"But John, isn't that expensive for a growing boy.  Mom always says I out
grow my cloths, I don't ware them out."

"I have thought about that.  The tailor tells me he has a spandex blend and
by careful planning, seams and length can be adjusted.  He assures me a
good year.  Besides, you want to be the sexiest boy in the place, don't
you?"

"John, I am the only boy in the place or haven't you noticed."

"I noticed.  I want you to be so sexy that all my customers will be green
with envy."

Cory was outfitted or soon would be with pants and shorts.  They would be
fitted perfectly to his body, showing every asset to its maximum value.
When they arrived at the apartment John gave Cory another small gift.  It
is a belt, not just any belt, this is a magic belt.  If a special ring is
passed by the buckle it immediately lets go.  John wears just such a ring.
On the buckle is the JTP logo.

John dug into his treasure box and pulled out several other small items.
One was a very skimpy pair of bright red bikini briefs, with an opening in
the butt cover part.  Another was a small prostate stimulator with a little
handle that stuck out.  Cory was puzzled but said nothing.  John undressed
him in the most tender and loving way he knew.  Cory was beside himself
with anticipation.  He was not quite sure what he was anticipating however.

Cory was lead into the large walk in shower and reminded how to clean
himself for his man's attention.  This shower was stall was not only very
large but had several different shower heads a couple of them on hoses.
John touched the chrome drain cover a rather large grate and it popped open
revealing a hole about 4" in diameter.  He then proceeded to adjust the
water on one of the heads that did not look like a shower head at all.  It
was a tapered tube shaped thing about 1/2 inch in diameter at it widest in
the middle.  He raised one leg, placing his foot on a small ledge and eased
the thing into his anus.  "This is how you clean yourself Cory."

Just then he let fly and all the water and a couple of small turds came
blasting out.  Cory chuckled.  John repeated this three times until the
fluid came out clear.  Cory put his foot on the ledge and John eased the
tube into him.  "Pull it out when you feel full."  Cory did letting go a
big blast of water and also a couple of small turds.  He then repeated the
procedure three more times.  Each time Cory laughed and laughed at the
repaid expulsion of water.

John turned off the little tube and turned on all the other shower heads.
The water flowed and washed the floor clean.  John pressed the little
chrome door closed with his toe.  "Ok, now you know how to do that.  It
beats using the more traditional method don't you think?  Now get the feel
of this."  John took one of the shower heads it was oval shaped and not
very large the adjusted the flow so the water came out in little jets and
held it under his balls, instant hard on.  He held it under Cory's balls
for the same effect.  Cory was giggling and laughing the whole time.

The dried off a bit and John took the little prostrate stimulator, placed a
few drops of some jell stuff on the end and said, "Bend over boy and take
it like a man."  In his best impression of a real tough guy.  Now Cory was
laughing he doubled over.  John eased the stimulator into place.  Cory
stood up.

"Feels kind of funny," he said.

"You will come to love it, just slip those briefs on yes like that," John
said.

The little handle was sticking out the hole in the butt seem.  Cory reached
behind and taking the handle made a few adjustments.

"Okay now lets do the Nordic Track for about 15 minutes.  Just like
yesterday 20 seconds of intense and 10 of easy in groups of 10.  Okay go."

What John did not tell Cory but he was about to find out, was why he was
given the little butt plug thing.  The action of moving your legs as if
cross country skiing was just what the stimulator was designed to do.  It
pressed on the perineum on the outside and rubbed against he prostrate on
the inside while giving the sphincter a bit of a work out as well.  The
look on Cory's face told John how well he was adjusting to the thing up his
butt.  Well, very well thank you.

In no time al all his Cory's penis was full erect and straining at the thin
material.  His erection was clearly visible as was the outline of his
penis.  The material being very thin and yielding became almost
transparent.  Cory finished his workout and John embraced him kissing and
fondling him.  Reaching around John took the little handle and began
working the instrument in and out and in circles.  Just as Cory was about
to ejaculate John removed the thing with a loud plop.  Cory was beside
himself with anticipation.  John asked him to sit while he did his turn on
the Nordic Track.

Having finished John scooped the lad up and carried him to the bed.  Cory
giggled and kissed his man as John slid the tight red briefs from the lad's
body.  Sliding first one then two and finally three greased fingers into
Cory's anus John's mouth clamped on the boy's erection taking it entire 5
inches.  Cory was beside himself again this time moving around until his
could engage John's erection between his red, bow shaped lips.  Cory
exploded sending squirt after squirt of ejaculate down John's eager throat.
John was not almost at that critical point.  He rolled over Cory so he
could fuck the boy's mouth and keep his stimulated at the same time.

John was never so glad to have been a gymnast in his youth as he was now.
He had always maintained a good level of flexibility and balance, now he
needed that skill.  He elevated himself on his toes, with his legs spread
wide and using his left arm as support inserted in index finger into Cory
again and began to massage his prostrate in real earnest.  His lips took
the boys growing penis in his mouth and while working his tongue and throat
on it rhythmically raised and lowered his hips just enough to fuck Cory's
mouth and not jam his ramped member down the poor kid's throat.

Following John climax and a second for Cory, they lay in each other's arms
kissing, fondling and just exploring each other's bodies.  John whispered
many words of love and affection to his boy.  This was not just lust, he
truly cared for Cory.  They were starting into the bonding phase of their
relationship.  John knew he and Cory needed to have as much sex as often as
possible for the next few months.  This would cement them, bind them
together into a loved boy/loved man relationship that could withstand the
separation of school and travel.

John needed to teach his boy how to be his gay male lover and not
necessarily become a gay acting boy.  He knew the lad may not be truly gay
in orientation.  He believed, rightly or wrongly that almost any male can
be bisexual.  He thought all males were bisexual in true nature and that
only social context influenced their behavior.  That he knew may not be the
reality of the world but he chose to believe it.  Unlike some boy lovers he
knew he did not want his boy to be a sissy.  Some boys are sissy boys, that
is true and he has fucked a few of them over the years.  He has no bias
against them.  If Cory was truly a sissy boy so be it, he will be loved no
less.  If he had his way, Cory would be more like him.  A sensitive person,
mild in manor, aggressive in sports and confident with who he is.  He would
be assertive and not aggressive, unless that was his only option in social
and business settings.

"John, is this how those ancient boys felt in the gymnasiums, like I feel?"

"I am sure of it Cory.  I am positive that the kinds of feelings and
emotions you and I are experiencing are the same as those experienced by
millions of others, right back to the beginning of things.  Modern science
tells us we are very much like our ancient ancestors.  No reason to think
differently.  Setting culture aside, if an ancient boy were raised in a
modern setting he would fit right in.  The reverse is also true.  The roots
of all modern thought and art are thousands of years old.  People are just
as smart today as they were then, but probably no smarter.  How else could
they have built and done what they did.  We are what we are today, because
we have the benefit of what they did and learned.  Sure we may know lots of
things they didn't but I will bet they knew lots of things we don't too."

Cory kissed him over and over.  "I am oh so glad you chose me as your
Ganymede."

"I am oh so glad you chose me as your Zeus.  We chose each other, that is
important.  Remember the ancient boys were expected to choose a
lover/mentor from the available selection.  The men were expected to make
themselves available for this too.  They had many social pressures to do
that.  For them it was not completely a matter of choice.  I am sure for
some, if not many, it was doing what they were expected to do.  The smart
ones made the most of it.  For you and I, we are going against the social
norms.  We are making the most of a difficult situation.  Our choice was
much more free then theirs."

"Does our love mean that I won't be interested in girls or other boys,
sexually I mean?"

"No it does not mean that at all.  I sure those ancient boys had lots of
opportunities to fool around and even love other boys if they desired it.
For them girls were off limits.  When older they were expected to marry and
have families.  Love was not an issue.  Marriages were arranged.  If love
happened and I am sure it did, all the better.  If not, so be it.
Remember, we are talking about citizens not slaves.  Oh, the kind of slaves
in ancient Greece were nothing like the antebellum south. We can study this
and talk about it more in the future."

"Were you a loved boy like me?"

"Oh little one you are so full of questions.  Yes and no.  Yes I was loved.
Yes, I had sex with men.  No, I was not Ganymede to any man.  My father was
my lover and my mentor but he and I never had sex or physical passion.  He
would never do that, because he was my father and father to my six sisters.
He could not and would not treat one child differently than another.  A
father's love, like a mother's love, is just that way.  I had several older
mentors and had sex with two of them.  We did not love the way you and I do
and I hope always will.  That is not to say we did not love and to this day
respect each other.  I had needs, like you have needs.  My mentors also had
needs and when those needs coincided we became lovers.  It was by choice.
I will not tell you who any of them were, so don't ask."

"John, if we never had any sex would you still be my friend?"

"God yes.  Sex is a wondrous thing, you know that.  Friendship is even more
wondrous and I think ultimately more powerful.  I told you sex between us
is on your terms.  That is the way it must be.  Friendship has no terms,
except an honest effort on both parties to make it happen.  It was the same
for those ancient Greeks too.  The sex between may fade but the friendship
often lasted a lifetime.  Parents and siblings are like that too.  Of my
six sisters, one is my friend, I love them all but Sandra is my best and
oldest female friend.  My father is that and I love my parents but he is
also my friend."

"I have a few friends at school mostly.  How will I, you know, refer to
you?"

"Ah, the same way I will refer to you.  I am your employer and you are my
employee.  You can also say I am your mentor and coach.  You are my
student."

"Okay but will Uncle Marcel and his staff buy that?"

"Yes and no.  They will probably not buy it completely but will not
question it, unless we give them cause.  They are probably all gay.  Some
may have even been loved boys.  They will not be fooled.  If asked, just
say the mantra.  EMF.  If they ask are you gay, just say don't know, no
experience with boys or girls.  If they ask about me just say, don't know,
he never said, ask him yourself.  If anyone asks if we have sex, the answer
must be no.  If they ask if I have ever acted or touched you
inappropriately just say no, never.  Keep in mind this is not a lie.  Your
definition of appropriate and inappropriate are just different and don't
ask for theirs or give them yours.  I doubt that any of them will care much
as long as we treat each other with respect."

All through this John's hands never stopped exploring his boy.  For Cory's
part he too was busy exploring his man.  John could not imagine a sexier
person in the world than Cory.  Love is blind.  Cory could not yet think in
those terms, he is just a bit to immature.  Somehow he understood his job
in this was to learn.  John knew his job was to teach.  A willing teacher,
given a willing student, are a powerful combination.  He still needed a
little help, this relationship needed to be moved just a little faster.
John went to the kitchen, returning with glasses of juice.  He had put
three drops in Cory's .  They resumed the petting and intimate
conversation.  John began suggesting things to Cory.  Cory was most
agreeable.  Before long John produced a medium sized dildo.  Cory was most
interested in having it in his ass.  John was most gentle and loving as he
accommodated that desire.  Using the dildo and his mouth the brought Cory
to another crashing ejaculation.  Cory quickly drifted off to sleep.  John
just sat and watch him, day dreaming about what the two the them would be
doing over the next couple of weeks.