Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:32:42 -0700
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Until Zory Came Along... Chapt 3

The usual diclaimers apply - if you aren't old enough per your laws /
statutes to read this, don't.  If you are offended by gay
inter-generational relationships or by gay material in general, don't read
this story.  If, however, you find boylove an interesting subject, please
read on.  All characters in the story are played by persons 18 years of age
or older, and the story is fictional.  If it were a real story, I would
normally change the names to protect the person or persons involved.

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I was half-expecting to have another call from Zory later in the day on
Thursday, but when none came I wasn't particularly wondering why, either.
After all, it was just dinner I was going for, not an interview or an IRS
audit.

After my usual routine of working out after I'd finished work for the day,
dinner, shower, and a movie, I was ready for a bit of reading, then
bedtime.

As I read, despite my interest in the book, my attention swung around to
the events at hand.

Why do I go out to these types of events, anyway?  Yeah, I'm a boylover and
the boy in question was very cute, funny, and intelligent.  Where did I
think this was going?  I have probably asked myself that question dozens of
times across the years, and so rarely has such an encounter ever developed
into much at all.

Still, Zory was a beautiful boy, and he and his mom were extending a very
nice act of kindness.  Further, it seemed like Zory wanted to make friends
and was pleased at having made an adult friend, at that.

So, of course I was going to go.

I was just about to snap the light off, and my cell phone rang.

"Zory's Mom" was the apparent caller.  But I had my doubts.

"Hello?" I asked a bit cautiously, looking at the time as I spoke.

"Hi John, it's Zory."

"Nah, this can't possibly be Zory.  Zory has school tomorrow and would
probably already be asleep, seeing as after school he'd have homework,
probably chores to do, and then help his mom cook.  Nah, no way.  Zory's
asleep.  Who is this really?"

For just a second Zory was silent, probably assessing whether or not I
really thought it was him or not, then he started laughing.

"Ok, you got me on that one," he said, still laughing.  "Is it too late to
call?  Mom said I could call earlier, but I got busy and forgot, and then I
couldn't sleep because I was thinking I should've called."

"Well, I was just reading before going to sleep, so I wasn't already conked
out yet.  So to what do I owe the honor of this call?" I asked.

"Well I was gonna call earlier to make sure we were still on for tomorrow,
and to say hi, and...that was about it."

"What time do you usually go to bed?" I ventured, seeing as it was nearly
11 o'clock.

"Usually about 9 or 9:30, but I just couldn't sleep.  I had pj's on at
first, and I got too hot under the covers, so I changed into a t-shirt for
the top which was better.  But after a little bit, and I was a-l-m-o-s-t
asleep, I got too warm again, so I had to get up and trade the pj bottoms
in for boxers.  Then I called you."

Yes, I was in bed talking on the phone to a boy who just finished telling
me what he was wearing.  Down boy, down!

"So, are you pretty comfortable now, and able to go to sleep?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I think so cuz I'm pretty tired.  How about you?" he asked.

"Yeah, me too.  But hey, it was nice of you to call, really."

"Thanks, John, nice talkin' to you, too.  See ya tomorrow," he said as he
yawned.

"Ok, sleep tight," I bid as he hung up the phone.

Cute kid.  And no, I couldn't get the picture out of my head of his wearing
a t-shirt and boxers.

The next day at work was fairly uneventful, which is good.  Always like to
have my Fridays low-key and un-stressed.

When work was over I hit the gym mostly for cardio and a bit of stomach
workout, and then showered and put on some more comfortable clothes which
I'd packed for the occasion.  The drive to Zory and his mom's house was
somewhat slowed by traffic, but I had taken that into consideration when I
set my departure time.

To my surprise, their home was either a townhouse apartment, or a two-story
condo that was quite nice.  A couple nice shrubs, a few flowers, and a
well-kept lawn set the scene well.

Zory of course answered the door, and after allowing me a brief hello with
his mom, grabbed my hand and led me on the grand tour.  Upstairs were two
bedrooms, Zory's and a spare, along with a bathroom.  Downstairs was the
kitchen, living room, his mom's bedroom complete with a small bathroom.

We all three chatted for just a bit in the living room about how each
others' week had gone, and then it was dinner time.

Dinner was fantastic.  We had a sort of chicken stew that was unlike
anything I'd ever had before, along with a small chef salad, and biscuits
that Zory called "Russian biscuits".

After dinner was over, I was wheeled over to the couch and Zory asked if I
wanted to watch a movie with he and his mom.  I said sure, and the three of
us laid back, Zory in the middle, watching the newest Narnia movie.  It was
quite good, with Zory giving a hearty laugh here and there.  Such a cute
laugh!

When it was over, Zory looked over at his mom and asked if we could watch
another movie.  She looked over at me and I commented that it was ok with
me, if it was ok with her.

"Ok, I guess.  John, do you want to drive home after the second movie?
You're welcome to sleep in the guest room if you want.  I made up the bed
just in case," she offered.

"Um, I don't know, let's see how snoozy I am when we're done with the next
movie.  But thanks, I appreciate the kind offer," I said.

"I already showed him where the spare room was before dinner," Zory said.

"Alright then, ok it is," and she thought for a second.  "John, I usually
have a glass of wine before bed, would like care for a glass too?"

"Sure, thanks," and I got up to help.

"Oh no, I've got it.  Relax," she smiled.

Zory had the movie loaded in and ready, and leaped back onto the couch.  He
smiled at me big.  He was having a great time.

About half-way through the second movie, mom announced she was going to
bed, and told Zory to put his pj's on so he'd be ready for bed when the
movie ended.  Zory zoomed up the stairs and I thanked his mom (Natalia) for
a great dinner and evening.

Zory snuggled up to me a bit here and there, and I eventually put my arm
over his shoulders and told him thank you for a great evening, which
elicited a nice smile from him.  He told me thanks for coming, and snuggled
in a bit at that point.

When the movie ended, we were both pretty tired.

"You can use the upstairs bathroom first cuz I'm gonna change into my
sleeping pj's like last night," he suggested.

"Cool, thanks," I returned, and up the stairs we went.

I was brushing my teeth when Zory knocked lightly at the door and rushed in
to pee, obviously in a bit of a hurry.

I honestly didn't look.

Yes, I wanted to.

He said thanks, and jetted out the door toward his room, then turned.

"Hey, come say goodnight to me when you're done or before you go to sleep,
ok?"

"Ok," I smiled, and off he went.

By the time I'd brushed, washed my face and peed, it was probably ten
minutes later.

I quietly walked into Zory's room and up to his bed.  He was out like a
light.  Sigh.  Even in sleep he was astonishingly good looking.

I bent over and very lightly kissed the side of his head, and
ever-so-quietly whispered, "Good night, beautiful boy.  You totally rock,"
and walked out of the room.

I don't even remember going to bed.

But I do remember waking up.

I dreamed I was lying in my own bed, face up, sleeping, when Zory appeared
by my bed.  I had opened my eyes to see him standing beside me, naked down
to his boxers.  True to form, I couldn't hear his words but knew he was
telling me he couldn't sleep and was cold, and needed to sleep next to me.
I raised the covers and he lay down next to me, snuggling in and draping
his right leg over my thighs as he got comfortable.  As I, in my dream, was
falling back asleep I heard Zory coo and snuggle in tighter, wrapping his
leg around mine.  Seemingly in a dream of his own, he began to rub his
groin up against the side of my thigh.  With each thrust of his boyhood
against me, I came closer and closer to orgasm, and about half-way through
his dream, his erection poked out of the front of his boxers and made
contact with my leg.  In my dream, he shot semen in great volume all over
my side, causing me to do the same through my boxers and onto my sheets,
soaking everything.

Needless to say I awoke immediately!

What lay before me was shock enough to my system to slice years off of my
life...

Zory, as in my dream, was laying next to me under my covers!  My side and
his undies were coated with what could only be his sperm, and my chest,
stomach, sheets and his right leg were indeed bathed in copious amounts of
my own cum.

My mind raced like a supercomputer, figuring out options.

I settled on the best one, and quietly and gently peeled myself (literally)
from Zory, and went to his bathroom and cleaned myself up as best I could.
I came back with a warm washrag and did the same for him.  I debated
whether to clean him up inside his undies, too, but decided to take the
passive approach and let that be.

He appeared to be sleeping like a log.

Once we were de-spermatized, I scooped him up and took him too his room.
His blonde hair had the gentlest hint of sweat around the edges and it was,
despite the situation, extremely cute.

I covered him up, and stroked his hair down.

Softly, I said, "Nite-nite beautiful boy," and I again lightly kissed the
side of his head.

Ever so quietly, he mouthed back, "Nite-nite John, thanks for saying
goodnite to me," and he smiled a little and dozed back to sleep.

For the second time that night I didn't remember walking back to the guest
room or falling asleep.

But the dreams... oh the dreams.

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