Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2010 21:06:27 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jonathan & Cory 6

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

6: Travel Broadens the HorizonsThe sounds of Beethoven announced a new day
and jolted John awake.  "Jonathan Cuttler.""John, its' Brenda, I hate to
wake you up so early but I have a real problem.  Our legal team was in a
car accident last night and they want me and several others to fly out this
morning and give them a hand.  Would you mind looking after Cory for the
next few days?"

John could not believe his luck.  He was sad that people were in the
hospital to produce that luck but you take it where you can get it."Of
course, no problem, Cory and I will be leaving on Monday anyway, what's a
few extra day.  My guest room can be made boy friendly in short order,"
John responded.

They talked longer Brenda filled him in the details as she knew them.  Cory
could call her any time, "you may need to remind him though,."  Brenda was
off to the airport in about 40 minutes.  John suggested he stop by later
and gather Cory and his gear.  Since she did not know how long she would be
away she asked John to clean out her refrigerator of any perishables.  And
that was that.  No sooner had Brenda departed for the airport than Cory was
on the Skype.  He was just totally excited about the prospect of sleeping
at John's starting tonight.  His language was much more graphic and he
specifically said he was excited about sleeping with John starting tonight.
John was still naked and displayed his erection to Cory at the very thought
of them sleeping together.

"Well then get your ass over here and we can start right now.  Shit I'll
even make my bed after."

John needed no further invitation.  He pulled on his pants and a shirt and
headed out the door.  He stopped at a pharmacy on the way picking up a
gross (that's 144) of condoms and two large containers of butt lube.  John
pressed the door bell and Cory opened it greeting John with several kisses.
The boy's shyness had all but disappeared and he was standing there buck
naked.  His cases were packed and waiting by the door.  Cory was erect and
waiting by the cases.  "Take them off and make love to Ganymede," Cory
commanded.  John complied as a good loved men to that kind of instruction
from his prince.  Cory looked in the bag and began to giggle taking out a
container of lube and a couple of condoms.  "Are you sure your are ready,"
John asked. "I'm ready, now get on my bed and present that monster for my
pleasure," Cory command as best he could trying to stifle the humor.  John
lay, Cory presented his ass to his man and began giving John his now
experienced oral incentive.  Not that John needed any incentive.  John put
the lube on his fingers and began applying it to Cory's anus and stretching
the sphincter with several of his fingers.  When he jugged the boy ready
and himself in desperate need of less penis stimulation he snapped Cory's
butt with his hand.  Not hard, just firm enough to send the signal.  Cory
rolled a condom on John's erection and added some additional lube.  Taking
Cory's hand in his right and using his left as a guide assisted Cory in
lowering himself on his skyward pointing phallic arrow.  Cory gritted his
teeth as the pain shot through him.  John's cock broke through Cory taking
its full length.  A wide smile broke on the boy's face and taking both
John's hand he began to lift and lower himself on the impalement.  After a
few of these John began to thrust his hip driving his cock into Cory's
butt.  The lad was tight.  John had forgotten just how tight a virginal boy
butt could be.  He ejaculated long before Cory, long before he wanted to.
Cory lifted off and John latterly attacked his erection with his mouth.
Cory took this for a few minutes and then pushed John onto his stomach and
placing a condom on himself fucked his until his ejaculated.  That did not
take all that long.  Not that John is super tight, Cory was super
charged. They kissed and petted for what seemed like a long time.  It was
too, the better part of an hour. "God John, that was fantastic.  I mean
fantastic.  I can't believe it feels that good.  I love you John.  I don't
ever want to be without you in my life or in my ass," Cory cooed.  "I don't
ever want to be without you Cory.  I have never felt this way about anyone
before."

They continued kissing and petting.  Cory was soon recovered and only young
teen seem to be able to do so quickly.  John rolled a condom on Cory and
laying on his back with his legs spread wide, took him in again, this time
for a long slow and powerful fuck, that signified their love and tenderness
more than the lust and passion of the moment.  This was going to be one
hell of a summer for these two lovers.  After moving Cory in, John
presented him with the Cory Shorts.  Cory was delighted.  John showed him
how to model them as if on a runway.  Cory did the same for John and
laughing they bounded down to the Jeep and headed to the studio, via
Marcel's cafe.  Marcel and his staff were quite impressed by the shorts or
perhaps it was the models.  After lunch Marcel asked John and Cory to the
back.  Cory strutted his stuff for Marcel and his staff.  They were more
than impressed with both the shorts and the model.  Marcel looked at John
and indicated he wanted a closer inspection of the shorts on Cory's body.
John nodded his approval, realizing that Marcel's asking permission to
touch the boy, signaled his recognition of John and Cory's relationship.
Marcel's hands slid over Cory's smooth butt producing a wide smile on both
of their faces.  John showed him sketches of the John Shorts with a 6" not
1" inseam, Marcel immediately ordered sets for all his outside staff,
knowing they would not be available until next year.  The staff all ordered
Cory modes for themselves.  Cory told Marcel about his mother being called
out of town earlier this morning.  Marcel told him that when he and his dad
were his age and a bit older, they would ware short shorts.

"Your dad drove me crazy when he did and I drove my man crazy when I did.
They will be good for our business when those young servers ware them.  I
only wish my body was like yours John, so I could ware that Cory Shorts
too."  Cory turned bright red.  "That's Ok kid, if I was 13 and had a man
as young and handsome as John, I would want to be dressed just like him
too."

Cory was mortified, you could see it on his face.  John was not quite sure
where this was going but figured Marcel was just kidding the boy.  "Cory I
was a man's boy, a loved boy for years.  You are not broadcasting but some
one like me can always recognize it.  I won't say anything to Brenda.  My
man was good for me and I think John will be good for you."

Cory looked relieved.  So did John.  He knew what Marcel was also implying.

"I had better treat Cory well or feel the wrath of Marcel.  Fair enough and
Cory is lucky, perhaps more than many loved boys, to have more than one
protector," John thought."Uncle Marcel was my dad a loved boy?""I don't
think so Cory and we were so close I don't think he could have kept that a
secret.  He was loved but he did not have a special man in his life.  Each
of us are different with different needs.  Cory did not need a special man,
your grandfather was rock solid for him and I provided all the male sex he
ever needed.  My father was unless as a guide and mentor, especially for a
sissy boy like me.  I think even he would admit to that.  I needed a
special man.  You must have though you needed one since you found John.
John is a special person in general and I am sure will be the special man
you need in your life.  You don't have a buddy like your dad had.  So for
you, John here is your best option."

John was more than pleased to hear this vote of confidence.  He held his
council.  "Uncle Marcel you are the greatest," Cory said and jumping up
kissed him solidly on the lips.  "Thank you," now it was Marcel's turn to
be flushed.  .............................For the balance of the week Cory
and John took advantage of every spare moment.  If it was not sports, then
it was sex.  It took great restraint on both of their parts to concentrate
on business, when business needed concentrating on.  Everything would be
packed up late on Sunday after the worship service and a visit to John's
parents.  Cory had long phone calls to his grandparents and with Brenda.
By late Friday John and Kevin had all the travel preparation finished.
John had the Jeep serviced and a new GPS installed.  Everything was going
smoothly or at least that is what John thought.  What he did not count on
was a major crises in the life of his oldest and best friend.  Myron
Sandford and John had been best buddies since grade school.  They did not
see all that much of each other over the past couple of years.  Myron's
wife did not like John.  John was indifferent to her.  With John's travel
and often long hours and Myron's hard work at his accounting firm, combined
with young children, getting together was just difficult.  Beethoven
sounds.  "John Cuttler."  "John it's Myron.  John I have.... ah a real
problem and I, ah, I need your help.""You got it buddy, what ever I can do
man, you know that."

Cory was sitting naked at the kitchen table listening to this conversation.
He did not know Myron or anything about him.  In fact, except for John's
parents and the people at the studio, he knew almost nothing about John's
friends or his pre Cory life.  "John, Carol and I have split up and I need
a place to crash."  "You got it My, just get your buns over here, I'll make
a fresh pot of coffee."  Cory did not hear what Myron said only John's
responses.  He looked at John with a big question mark on his face.  "That
was my oldest and best friend.  Just split with his wife.  I'm not
surprised, never got on well with her anyway.  He should be here in 20
minutes.  I think you and I should get some cloths on and maybe you should
get the guest room ready for a guest.  Move your personal stuff into my
bedroom.""Cloths," Cory asked.  "Ya, those tight red work out shorts it
think, that should be enough.  My is accustomed to my propensity to
minimalism.  Oh, My will be very surprised to see you here.  Don't pay any
attention, just be yourself.  In fact, I think we should give him a little
show."  Cory looked puzzled, "we can just play it by ear," John said with a
smile and glint in his eye.

Cory realized John was intending to have a little fun, he did not quite
realize what that fun was to mean.  Cory did not know what John's
relationship with Myron was or how they expressed it.  He did know Myron
had just left his wife.  John called Myron a couple of minutes later.  "My,
park in the underground garage, the door code is 2255, use the visitors
stall, the elevator code is 7772."

Cory reappeared in the tight wet look red workout shorts John had given
him. The kid looked even sexier in them then naked.  John marveled at that
between his kisses.  The door bell sounded.  John smiled and indicated Cory
should answer.  Cory opened the door and stepped back.  The look on Myron's
face was priceless.  If his jaw had not been attached to his head it would
have hit the ground.  "Please come in Mr. Sanford, my name is Cory," he
said displaying his right hand.

Myron set his duffle bag down and shook Cory's hand.  Then he embraced
John.

"Coffee," John offered, holding up a bottle of dark rum and pointing to the
coffee pot.  "Oh, ya," Myron responded as he gave both his buddy and this
new boy the once over.  John pored the coffee and added a large shot of
rum.

Setting it on the table, John smiled and twirled around, "like what you
see," he asked, running his hands along his body and squeezing his crotch
bulge.  "Oh, ya," My said, staring at Cory who was standing to one side
trying to look coy.  John and Myron sat.  Cory took Myron's duffle bag into
the guest room.  "Okay, who is the boy John?"John summoned Cory before he
answered.  With Cory standing beside him he placed his arm around the lads
waist.  "Cory is my new camera assistant and my lover My."

Myron was gobsmacked.  John stretched up and Cory down to exchange a long
passionate kiss before he sat on the chair between the two men.

"Before you stick your foot in your mouth.  Cory has been vetted by my
father and I have been vetted by his uncle.  His mother is not aware of our
non professional relationship."

John gave a brief description of how he and Cory hooked up and what they
would be doing over the summer.

"Now place your cell phone on the table and turn it off," John said. "Okay
My, enough about us what about you and Carol.  More importantly what about
your girls," John said.

Myron and Carol have two girls five and seven.  Myron went on to describe
what had happened and what had lead up to its happening.  In sum, he and
Carol had not been getting along all that well.  Carol had been cold toward
him for some time and he had been sleeping in separate rooms for the last
few years.  He discovered she had been having extramarital affairs for some
time, the most recent with another woman.  Myron had also learned Carol was
trying to make arrangements for a divorce.  He simply walked out preempting
her plan.  Now it was John's turn to be gobsmacked.  Cory quick as ever
sized the situation up, he rose and quickly returned.

"Here is my mom's business card, she is out of town, but go and see the
firm.  Best lawyers in the city."  John and Myron talked on getting quite
philosophical at time.  They talked about what Myron should do about Carol
and his girls.  They talked about how lonely Myron was feeling.  At one
point Myron expressed the view he should be rid of all emotional
relationships with women in general.  John kept serving coffee and Myron
kept drinking it.  Soon the bottle of Rum was almost empty.  It did not
start off full but Myron had by this time consumed about half.  Cory had
made the men lunch and offered snacks.  It was now close to three in the
afternoon.  Cory was getting a bit restless.  He went into the office and
came back with a piece of paper.  In fact several sheets of paper.  He had
gone on Nifty and printed out a chapter from a story called Try Boys.  "I
think I know what you should do Myron, try boys," Cory said pushing the
paper at him.  "I know this is just a story but the idea behind it is not
all that strange.  Men and boys have been forming relationships for
thousands of years.  Grandfather Cuttler approves of us because it is the
best thing for John and probably me too.  That is what he told us, isn't it
John," Cory admonished.  Myron was trying to express himself but could not
find the words.

"My, you and I know how good we boys are in the sack we also know how
important our friendship has been over the years.  You remember the back of
Dad's garage as well as I do," John said.

Cory's ears perked up at that.  He struggled to figure out the true meaning
of what John had just said.  His man and Myron had been lovers when they
were boys or maybe just sex partners.  That is what he concluded.  "I
wouldn't know how to even go about it, if I did want to go about it, that
is," Myron said.

Cory tapped the paper and John read quickly through the little story.  It
is fanciful that is true.  The story does not lay out a blueprint or plan.
None of them knew any boys, sissy boys or not, that would even be sexually
interested in older man.

"Maybe you just got to let it happen.  You know, if your physically
available and emotionally ready, you will find what you are looking for.
You will find all kinds of stuff on my computer, its in the guest room
anyway," Cory suggested.  John left the room and returned with three
speedos in his hand.  He tossed one to Myron and Cory's to him.  He and
Cory just pulled off the ever so sexy short and pulled up the equally sexy
speedos.  Myron went into the guest room, not before he had good look at
Cory's leigh and inviting body, returning ready for a swim.  John gave
Myron a set of electronic pass keys for his use.  "Bring your car keys and
we will help with a load after the swim," John announced.  The pool was
busy, lots of young children and a good number of teens.  Several boys Cory
had not yet met were having fun diving and jumping in the water.  They all
looked good to Cory, "if they look good to me they will look good to
Myron," he thought, "at least some live in the complex, that should help
Myron while we are away."

Between the three they emptied Myron's car.  While Myron put his stuff away
John and Cory showered off the chlorine and spent some time in passionate
pursuits.  John told Cory that he and Myron would spend some privet time
together.  Cory did not like sharing his man but he realized this was for a
good cause.  He thought perhaps a three some but Myron was obviously not
ready for that.  He probably wasn't either, if more thought had been given.
John had pizza delivered since most of the perishables had been deleted
from the refrigerator several days back.  After sharing the food.  John and
Myron went into the guest room and Cory settled in at John's laptop.  Cory
quickly went back to the Nifty site to read a few more stories.  He knew
very well he was not supposed to be reading this adult stuff.  He just
didn't give a rip and John had never forbid it.  In fact he had access to
all John's porn when on his personal laptop.  Beethoven sounded.  Cory
picked up the phone, the call was from Myron's home telephone.  "John
Cuttler's phone, Cory speaking, how may I help you."  "Is that fucking
bastard there," A female voice asked?

Cory knew perfectly well who the FB was.  He did not like the tone of voice
or the language, in reference to his new friend."Um well, I think John
would be quite up set to be referred to in such language.""No, not him,
Myron?"

"Ok this must be the wife.  I think I'll have some fun here," Cory
thought"I'm sorry, we have no one here a JTP by the name of Myron.  Perhaps
I can take your name and number and when John is free he will return your
call," Cory said in his most polite and business like, all be it alto,
voice."Who do you think you are kidding.  I know Myron is with John, now
put him on the line.""I'm sorry but John is not here.  The studio is closed
until monday morning.""If the fucking studio is close why are you answering
John's personal phone?  Who the hell are you anyway?  You think I don't
know what is going on?  Now put the bastard on the phone.""I told you my
name is Cory.  I am John Cuttler's' photographic assistant.  It is my job
to answer this and any other phone that rings in our office, when I am
working.  And who the hell are you to demand I do anything?"  Cory thought,
"if that is how this woman treats Myron, I know why he and John are
fucking.  Can't say I blame him either.""Will you be seeing John in the
near future," Carol asked in a much more consolatory tone."Yes, I expect
him by about 8:30.  Is there a message?""Tell John to tell Myron to get his
ass home and look after his daughters.  I'm supposed to be going out.""And
you are?""Carol," she said hanging up.

Cory laughed and laughed.  John and Myron both showed up in the doorway.
Both very naked and both flushed.  Cory looked up, "You two need a shower
and next time I think you should include me.""Was that Carol."  Myron
asked?Cory related the conversation and the message.  Myron reached for the
phone but John stopped him.  "To hell with her and her plans," John
said. "I'm sure she will just go and leave the girls alone, I'd better call
her.""Not on your life.  I hope the hell she does just that.  Now let me
see.  Your sure she will do that," John asked?  Myron nodded agreement.
"Good.  We will hold off until after she goes.  Then we will call Social
Services in and confirm it.  You can take them to your parents.  They will
like visiting grandma anyway.  Now let me think.  My, call your office and
see if she left any messages for you.  If she talked to them like she did
to Cory make sure they document it.  Tell them if she calls again for any
reason to record it.  You too Cory, just push that button twice for a
recording.  Don't forget to save it.  Good idea for you too Myron, record
any and all conversations with her."  John went to a drawer in his desk and
pull out a small pocket recorder, handing it to Myron.  "If you speak to
her in person record that too."  Cory recognized these little recorders
John keeps them in his camera bags to record notes about the pictures he
takes.  "You can receive this message later tonight and just leave a
response on the answering machine.