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.