Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2010 01:15:51 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: John & Cory 7

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


7: Adventure is Adventuresome


"Now Myron, this is what I want you to do first thing Monday.  Go to the
lawyer.  Freeze all your bank accounts.  Press the child abandonment
charges, that social services will want to lay or at the very least make
her work like hell to get the girls back," John insisted.

"Lets go Cory, we have some detective work to do."

They got dressed and drove directly to Myron's home, parking about half a
block away.  Carol had never seen the black Thunderbird so would not
recognize it.  John pulled out a small pair of binoculars from the center
council.  He watched and sure enough, about 7:30 the garage door opened and
Carol drove out.  John recorded it on his HD video hand held, complete with
time and date stamp.  She was alone in the car.  John set his phone to
record and called.  Following the answering machine tape he said, "Mandy
this is Uncle John, if you can, would you please pick up the phone."

"Hi uncle John, mommy and daddy are not home, I'm not supposed to answer
the phone unless I know who is calling," Mandy explained.

"That is correct Mandy, you did good.  Do you have a baby sitter staying
with you?"

"No uncle John, just Silvia and I.  I'm a big girl, mommy said I can look
after my little sister," Mandy said.

"I understand, is Silvia close?"

"Hi Uncle John, are you coming to see me?"

"Yes Silvia, I will do that very soon.  Can you give the phone to Mandy,
please."

"Mandy, I know you two will be asleep by the time mommy gets home.  Can you
leave a note, just say Uncle John returned your call.  Thanks sweetie."

John called Myron, who called Social Services, to report his two small
children were alone in the home.  He should call them first and confirm
that, so the time stamps were recorded just in the event.  He should tell
Social Services the truth, that he moved out in the morning, before the
girls woke up.  That he as been at work all day and still is, a second job,
at JTP.  Tell them Cory just gave you the massage, as you were not in the
studio or office when the call from Carol came in.  If Social Services
would meet him at his home he will let them in and if confirmed, take the
girls to his parents for a few days.

"John, I think I should call the after hours number at mom's office.  I
think Myron needs their help right now, don't you," Cory asked.

John nodded and Cory made the call.  It was answered by one of the most
senior partners.  Cory explained the situation.  The partner said he would
have someone meet them in 20 minutes or come himself.  Myron showed up a
few minutes later.  Once the lawyer came, it was the senior partner, he met
with Myron and got all the facts.  The Social Services people showed up
about 35 minutes later.  They were some surprised to see everyone standing
in front of the house.  John opened the door and everyone went in.  The
girls were thrilled to see daddy and Uncle John.  The Social Services
people made their report and left.  Myron took the girls to his parents for
a few day.  By the time he returned to the condo John and Cory were already
in bed.  John had turned off the telephone, letting everything go to his
answering service.

Cory was beside himself with desire by the time they climbed into bed.  He
missed John's touch and his kisses.  He missed pressing his body against
his man's.  Most of all he looked forward to fucking and being fucked.
After a long and slow mouth pleasing and cock teasing foreplay John got
down to business.  He lay on his back and taking the lube prepared himself
while Cory looked on.  Cory rolled on a condom and pressed his stiff penis
into John.  "Oh, that feels so good Cory, so gooooood."  Cory beamed with
pride and began fucking his man, trying to engage John's prostate as best
he could.  John was a gymnast in his youth and he is still highly flexible;
he still can spread his legs wide and rotate his hips up to present his
target.  Cory loves this, he can get full penetration and still play with
John's other assets.  He loves the feeling he got from his penis sliding
into the slick and yet tight anus.  Cory filled his condom and soon was
laying on his stomach with John fucking him, filling his cavity to
capacity, or what he thought was capacity.  John had shown him how to lay
face down, spread his legs and rotate his hips for maximum penetration and
prostate effect.

In the morning they decided not to attend the worship service.  To much
going on.  Carol had left a number of messages on every phone number she
could think of.  They were more and more abusive.  It was from Myron's
parents that she learned Myron's lawyer instructed them not to let her
speak to the girls or see them.  Carol works as an assistant manager in one
of the franchise food and drink places.  She could not contact her lawyer
until late Monday.

John and Myron made copies of all the messages for the lawyers.  The cops
would be paying Carol a visit on Monday as well.  Carol assumed her parents
would support her.  She was correct in that they did support their
daughter.  When they saw the social services report and heard some of the
taped messages they did not support her having access to the girls any time
soon.  All this was played out in the first two weeks of John and Cory's
travels.

Cory and John were kept well informed of the progress being made.
Someone's cell bills would be quire high but that is the price you pay for
friendship.  A truly small fee.

John emailed snap shots of Cory and himself as they traveled across the 12
states, visiting: parks, monuments, museums, client properties and tourist
sites along the way.  Since Cory did not drive he was handed the job of
photo management, between the different locations.  The Jeep had a built in
lap top power supply.  John would work on the photos each night uploading
them to the PR firm's ftp.  John would have preferred to camp and sight see
with Cory but that was not possible.  They stayed at nice motels, all with
swimming pools.  With John's skills and a little good luck in weather
conditions, the amount of electronic magic was minimal.

The Cory shorts were everything John had hoped for.  They looked great,
that he already knew.  They were comfortable, that was a plus.  They gave
each other almost full and easy access to your partners male assets.  They
both enjoyed mile after mile cursing along the interstate highways, playing
penis and ball tag with each other.  Oh yes, very successful in deed.  John
could not say no to any trinket or souvenir Cory wanted either.  Cory for
his part was not overly demanding.

In a few places eyebrows were raised whey they came in to register.  In one
place, a local sheriff insisted on documentation for Cory.  John produced a
copy of Cory's contract.  He was still not completely convinced until Cory
gave him a copy of his business card.  Cory Wright, Photographic Assistant
and Fashion Model.

"Officer, just look on the JTP web site under personnel," Cory suggested.

He had the hotel clerk bring it up and just as Cory said John's, his,
Kevin's and the two technicians were all pictured and named.  John the ever
cleaver diplomat thanked the sheriff for being so diligent, "If all law
enforcement officers were as diligent as you are, I know everyone would
feel much safer."  He shook the sheriff's hand.  This completely disarmed
the fellow.

Cory was now so accustomed to sharing John's bed that he could not imagine
sleeping alone.  John could imagine sleeping alone.  Neither one looked
forward to it.  At one motel, toward the end of the trip, Cory was
unloading the Jeep when a couple of teenage girls spotted his Cory shorts.

"OHMYGOD, where did you get them," one called out as they rushed to him!

Cory just turned bright red.  The girls had not seen John.

"Those neat shorts, do they make girl models?"

John, also wearing his, stepped from behind them.

"They are so new you can't buy them is stores yet.  They will be available
next spring.  I call them Cory Shorts," John said.

The girls looked at him and back at Cory and just about died on the spot.
Cory is beautiful and handsome but he is a boy.  John is a living hunk.

"I designed them, Cory and I are testing the design and fabric.  They will
go into production this fall.  If you give Cory your names and email
addresses, I am sure he will send you the details once we have them."

John picked up some cases and walked away.  The girls suddenly had new
respect for Cory.  He got those names, addresses, phone numbers, snap shots
of the girls and John figured a feel or two before the evening was over.
Cory did not say and John did not ask.  No sooner had things gotten
unpacked then Cory was at the pool with the two beauties.  Their swim
suites had even more material in then then his; if you add the combined
area of top and bottom.

John came out with his gear and this time had Cory take the pictures while
he held the fill-in flash and reflectors.  The girls were absolutely
thrilled.  They may be a couple of years older then him but his stock was
high after that and having such a sexy garment named after him.  John also
realized the Cory Shorts would be a unisex model for those with the
appropriate body type.  He emailed Kevin with this information.

The interaction with two attractive, well proportioned girls, was
stimulating to both these boys.  John was attracted to their nicely rounded
butts.  John is a butt man.  "Nice but not as nice as Cory's," he thought.
When Cory kneels over his face all John can see is the round, smooth,
mostly white globes with his boy sized balls and cock looking for a home in
his mouth, inviting his tongue to explore.  Often, in the mirrors, John can
see the smooth vertical lines of the boy's leg transferring into a gentle
circular shape of his buttocks, cresting in the smooth, semicircular curve
of his bent hip.  Cory's lips engulfing John erection is just icing on this
cake.  John is first a photographer.  He thinks in visual terms, in images.
His eye and mind are honed to this.

John shivers in anticipation of his tongue pressing deep into Cory's hair
free anus, engaging his tight sphincter.  A muscle with the same geometric
shape as his buttocks, round.  A muscle that works backwards from most in
the body.  (There are over 40 different sphincters in the human body; some
microscopic in size.)  The outer sphincter is where John's tongue probes,
it is voluntary, Cory can relax it and open up for John's tongue.  The
slightest probing of John's finger or tongue causes this reaction.

John can not hold off and his lips engulf the throbbing boy penis, his
tongue concentrating on the boy's glans, his index finger probing the
prostrate.  His left hand gliding along Cory's smooth and rounded muscles.
Fore play at the beginning of passion is short and directed.  Stimulate
your partner, ready him for a good fuck.  Tenderness and petting will
follow in the afterglow of climax.  For Cory and for John they can not
imagine even wanting to share love and passion with anyone else.  Sex, yes
that can be imagined.  Not love, not filling that deep desire which rises
up someplace from within, that seems only to be satisfied by ejaculation
and the presence of the other partner.

"John," Cory called.  "Look at this.  This is how I feel about you."

John came across the room and looked over Cory's shoulder at the lap top
screen.  Cory was surfing some adult male blogs and he found one he really
liked.  He found quite a few he liked but this one was more mature, more
about love then porn.  John read the banner: "Greece: Land of Gods...In The
Buff!"  Cory scrolled past a gorgeous male face.  It is a black and white
close up of a man needing a shave.  John liked the picture.  He read the
poem out loud.

Forever and a day !  I feel the warmth of your body as I think of you.  day
after day.  night after night.  The sweetness of kisses.  from lips whose
taste I savor.  my body fills up with butterflies.  as I patiently wait to
see you, to hear you.  I love you so much.  with such passion.  my heart
skips a beat every time I think of you.  When I close my eyes...  you are
here.  my love for you has been embedded deeply into my flesh.  into my
soul.  And I think I will keep you here.  deep within my heart.  Today.
Tomorrow.  forever.  and a day.  I love you with all I have...


"Wow Cory, is that really how you feel about me, about us?"

John wrapped his arms around Cory slowly pulling his up from his seat.
Holding the him, pressing his chest against Cory's back and letting his now
instant erection slip between Cory's cleft.

"Yes John."  John kissed Cory's neck and nibbled on his earlobes.  Cory
giggled softly.

"I feel like that about you too.  I glad you found this poem and that we
share it and its' sentiment."

Cory turned around and they passionately kissed.  Without braking the kiss
John guided Cory to the bed.  He then proceeded to worship his boy his
Ganymede drinking the nectar from his penis, his built in cup.

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

Myron continued to condo sit, while John and Cory were on the photo
expedition.  His accounting business was keeping him very active and
occupied.  Carol was also being very demanding.  The lawyers, now involved,
were helping greatly to moderate this.  Myron had never realized just how
self centered she was.  He realized that the center of his domestic
universe was not himself but his daughters.  Carol seemed not to fully
grasp the concept.  Myron's legal council insisted that the girls stay with
his parents during this period.  He did not want them to become some kind
of bargaining chip.  They would be a focal point, that is sure, but since
her arrest and the pending trial, sending them to live with her was out of
the question.  Myron had taken Cory's suggestion he was in fact thinking
about giving boys a try.  He had not made any efforts yet but he was
thinking about it.

Myron found he was paying way more attention to the younger ones at the
condo's pool and fitness room.  He had started to pay real attention to the
photographs on the desks of his staff, the ones that had children that is.
Mostly he was making his way through John porn collection.  These are
primarily films and still shoots John had worked on.  He was amazed how
young some of the models looked.  He knew the naked ones were all over 18
but some looked 14 or 15.  The more he looked the harder he thought about
it.  A prime example of the self motivating power of suggestion.  The more
pissy Carol got, the closer he came to action.  John and himself fucking
had reawakened old and treasured memories and feelings Myron had been
suppressing for years.

The Existentialism philosophy read in university began to creep back into
the fore front of his thinking.  Skipping all the other parts, he focused
on self-identity, tied to the pursuit of self-definition through freedom,
choice, and commitment.  To that Myron added a bit of self indulgence too.
When thinking about his maleness it was a lot more then a bit.

Myron mused on the self, the context of that self in the universe.  He
mulled over the idea that "the so-called autonomous, self-legislating
individual is nothing but a herd of animal that has trained itself to
docility and un-freedom by conforming to the `universal' standards of
morality.  The normative is nothing but the normal...." (Kierkegaard &
Nietzsche)

He cut to the chase and decided it was his standards that mattered.  His
commitment to his girls was absolute, in the love of the child by the
parent.  His commitment to himself was also absolute, in his need for
emotional and sexual gratification.  He would find a way.

Myron would like to get Carol out of his house and live there with his
girls.  It did not seem like that will be possible.  They are both
insisting on custody.  Her performance in the abandonment issue is hurting
her case.  Myron thinks he should buy her interest in the family home out.
He is lucky, house prices are well down, so the sale value is well down.
Ah, the mind of an accountant.  If he gets custody or has some kind of
shared parenting arrangement, he will need a house keeper or nanny, that
decision is in the future.  He will not get himself into some kind of guilt
driven or rebound relationship.  That he has decided.

John and Cory returned, tired and hungry after the long drive.  John called
Brenda as they approached the city late on Friday.  Brenda would meet them
for dinner at Marcel's Cafe.  Myron came home from work just in time to
assist with the last few cases, unloading the Jeep.  After they cleaned up
John made Cory put his ordinary cloths on, before delivering him back to
his mother.  Brenda had not met Myron yet, although she did recognize his
name.  That was good as she had been assigned to deal with Myron's divorce
action.

Cory would take the next week off and then they would fly to Amsterdam.  It
was a good time for everyone.  John and Cory could relax with the pressures
of the assignment behind them.  Myron could escape his life and enjoy the
joy and support of his friends. Brenda could relax knowing her son was home
safe.

"John, I don't mean to pry, ah you can just say none of my business,"

"Out with it My."

"Do you and Cory really have, you know, have a true romantic love?"

"Yes My we do, at least from my part.  The boy has captured my heart.  He
is my Ganymede.  I have never been so happy before.  He loves me, I am sure
of it.  I know he is only 13 and still a boy but I sense his true devotion
and affection."

"How did you know.  I mean, did you start out just to get in his pants and
then fall for him?"

"It was on my mind of-course but it was only after he had captured my heart
that I made the effort."

"Sorry I got to ask, is fucking a boy all they say it is.  You know so much
better then fucking a man?"

"I don't know My, fucking Cory is all they say and all I want but I think
it is the person not the age.  We just let it all hang out as they say.  No
games, no bullshit, just understanding and affection.  Sure bonding and
hormones but more I think.  Boys are just honest and straight up.  Like men
but without any guile as I can see.  I guess we are using each other but it
is willing and shared, a true exchange."

"Was he jealous, when you and I...?"

"I don't think so, I think his understands.  He would be willing to share
too, he told me that.  One thing I noticed about boys, they are willing to
try new things and work hard at getting them right.  I guess it is the
major difference between males and females, males know exactly what another
male is or is not feeling and work hard to make sure their male partner
gets the most from the experience.  No one likes to be used.  You know from
your own experience, shared is good, being used is not.  I'm sure if you
were another boy that would be different."

"I have been thinking about Cory's suggestion you know, try boys.  I
dismissed the idea when he made it.  I just can't get it out of my head."

"Being open to the concept is probably half the battle My."  John wrote the
name and number on a paper.  "When you find that special boy just give the
Doc a call and let him guide the two of you.  I would have a chat with my
dad too.  You know how open minded he is.  He may be able to help.  I know
he gets off on finding ways for people to be happy and seeing his students
are given every opportunity for fulfillment."

Myron and John found a bed and continued to renew their old liaison.  Just
like when they were boys their most joyous times is a side by side 69.
Sharing oral received, the small, taste, texture of your partner stimulates
every nerve ending and the essence of his ejaculate is like sauce on an
ice-cream sunday.  The mutual stimulation of the hands, mouth and genitals
has and is most satisfying to these men.  John's preference is bottom,
Myron's top.  Between them however their has never been any strict
observance of this preference.  For these friends all forms of pleasure are
freely given and freely received.

That is how it is with Cory.  Love is shared.  Pleasure is shared.  John
feels blessed to have a friend like Myron and a lover, a boy as lover, like
Cory.  He hopes Myron will find the same kind of pleasure and peace he has
found.