Date: Sun, 7 May 2006 18:33:51 -0700
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Until Zory Came Along... Chapt 5

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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Ok, let's face it.  The boy was cute and obviously liked me, his mom liked
and trusted me very well, but they lived about 75 minutes / miles away.
The probability of Zory being my main boylove boy was fairly remote.  Over
the next couple months I invited he and his mom down for a bbq-zoo-movie
once which was a blast, but they predictably drove back home when the day
was over.  I gave another talk to his scout troop specifically on rockets
so they would all be prepped for the upcoming outting, but that was about
it.

So, not too much contact.  One day, a week or so after I'd given the second
rocket talk to Zory's troop, I got a cell call from "Zory's Mom".  As it
was a bit after 2:30p I quickly assumed it was Zory.

To my delight, I was right.

"Hi John!"

"Hi, Zory, how've you been?"

"Um, well pretty good overall I guess," he said cheerfully, "but I wish you
lived closer."

"Me too, Zory, me too.  That would be totally killer.  We could hang a lot
more, see more movies, all sorts of stuff."  I paused.  "So, what's up?"

"My mom wanted me to invite you up for dinner, movies, and wine again this
Friday if you can."

I had nothing planned, and if I had've, I would've promptly cleared my
schedule for such a visit.

"Gee, I'd love to.  Do you want me to rent the movies and bring them, or is
that your department this time around?" I offered.

"I've already got a couple in mind, so I'll go by the store tomorrow and
check them out.  So... cool!  You're coming up again.  Cool!"

I smiled, "Yeah, totally cool.  I can hardly wait," I returned.

"Me too!" he replied enthusiastically.

"I had a great time the last time," I smiled, too.

I could feel him smiling ear-to-ear.

"Um, YEAH!" he said in a kind of 'Well DUH!' tone.

"Way cool, Zory.  Tell your mom I accept, and I'll be up there... what time
is good?"

"Thursday would be great," he laughed.

"I wish," I conceded.  "Alright, ask your mom what time on Friday for me,
and one of you call me back and let me know."

"Okay, no problem," he said.

"Cool," I smiled.

"Yup," he replied.  "John, you totally rock."

"Nah.  You do," I chided back, and we said our goodbyes and hung up.

Woohoo!

Friday couldn't come nearly soon enough.

It was a nice evening late in spring, and had actually been one of those
extra-warm days that nobody could account for that early in the year.  No
problem, I loved it, driving with the windows down a bit, good tunes
playing, and off to a nice dinner.

Zory heard my car pull up and bounded out the front door, smile and eyes
shining.

"Hi Zory!" I exclaimed as he gave me a high-five.

"Hiya," he smiled back, "ready for dinner?"

"Yeah, that would be great, I'm starved," and with that we headed inside.

Natalia greeted me and gave me a hug, and asked how my drive had been.

"Drive, what drive?" I teased.  "I don't remember any drive."

We all laughed a little and headed into the dining area.  Dinner was great,
and we of course had "Russian Biscuits" again.

Now, for the life of me I couldn't place what was different about these
biscuits and the ones I've had at various times across my life.  You know,
the standard ole browned on the top and the bottom, inch-high or so biscuit
that had good texture, hot in the middle, and went great with butter.
These were good, mind you, and I'm not some sort of a biscuit expert, but I
couldn't tell what the difference was.

"Zory, these biscuits are quite good," I said honestly, "how do you make
them?"

He looked at me and burst out laughing, paused for a second and looked at
his mom, and broke up all over again.  He got up from the table and went to
the trash and held up, yes, the standard ole biscuit container from the
ones you buy in the store.

"Ah, I see.  Well, that's one of my favorite brands.  So," I continued to
be led on for the rest of the explanation, "what do you do to make them
Russian Biscuits?"

"It's quite easy, actually.  They're cooked by a Russian.  Me," and he gave
me one of those extra-wide, toothy smiles like a Cheshire cat.

I had to laugh.  It was quite funny, and quite... Zory, for lack of a
better way to put it.  He liked puns and jokes like that.

Zory talked about his school classes, which were apparently going well,
what he was doing in PE class, and a class play he was going to be in.

"Really?  That's cool," I said, "what part are you going to play?"

"The play's called Temptation, and I've got the part of the good angel.
You know, like when there's a angel sitting on a guy's shoulder telling him
why he shouldn't do this bad thing, and the little devil's sitting on the
other shoulder telling the guy why he should?  I'm the good voice."


"Hey, that sounds great.  Do you get wings and everything?" I smiled.

"Yeah, I think so.  So far all I've got is this sort of sparkly white
vest-top, and some white, tight leotards."

I nodded my head, unable to avoid visualizing Zory in white, tight
leotards.

"Cool.  So, you like it so far?" I asked.

"Yup, a lot.  Acting is hard, but a lot of fun, too," he said.

We chit-chatted a bit more, and then had a small amount of ice cream for
dessert.  As we sat there, it appeared that Natalia had something to say.
Well, it looked that way to me, anyway.  She was sort of stirring her ice
cream around and looking at it at the same time, quietly.

As it turned out, Natalia's Asst Manager position at a local credit union
needed her to work farther south, a few miles north of where I lived.  It
was about 45 days off, and she was training her replacement, but she was
noticably worried about it.  It was more money, and looked to be a step up.
So...

"Alright, well the job sounds good and everything, but what's the worry?" I
asked.

"Well, to start off I'll have to move in order to not commute an hour each
way every day, and then it looks like I'll have to work Saturdays for
awhile, maybe a long while.  That means Zory will need some sort of daycare
until he's 13 and can stay at home by himself, and... well it's just a huge
adjustment for very little gain after taking the position," she conceded.

I thought about it for a moment before I spoke.

"I see.  So the main concern's the added expense of daycare?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Hmmm.  Ok, first the move.  You can hire people to do it, but that's an
arm and a leg.  If you pack all the stuff in boxes, its easier to just rent
a big truck for the weekend and do it all in a couple days.  I can drive
the truck, and I'm sure I could pull in a friend to help us lift the heavy
stuff," I said, looking around.

She smiled.

"And as far as Zory, he could make some extra money mowing my lawn and
doing yard work that I'm not all that fond of doing.  I had a kid doing
this up until a few weeks ago and he just quit showing up, so that'd be a
big help to me.  After the chores were done we could hit a movie or
whatever seemed to be good for that Saturday."

This time Zory smiled.

Natalia looked at Zory, who gave her the Cheshire cat smile.

"I couldn't ask you to do all that John, it's not fair to you..." she
began.

"Listen, it's totally up to you, and Zory, but someone's got to do the
yardwork, and it's not going to be me.  I go out and hit the movies anyway,
or go to the beach, and occasionally the zoo.  Zory could tag along no
problem.  But, your call.  You're the mom, and it's your job, family, and
lives," I said, "but I'd feel like a real heel if I didn't at least offer.
You guys are my friends, after all."

"Let me think about it, John.  Your offer is very kind, but I don't want to
just jump anywhere without thinking it all out first," she cautioned.

"As well you should," I added, smiling.

But she was, noticably, happier.

Zory tried not to look too happy, especially when his mom glanced at him.
It was all I could do not to start laughing, and I was sure once I started
Zory would keep me going.

Natalia offered me some wine as we sat down for the first movie, and I
noticed she had a second glass right away, too - pretty much ensuring she'd
conk out before the second dvd had gotten very far.

Zory had picked out some great movies - two of the last Harry Potter flicks
of which in seeing the previous ones, I'd liked them a lot in the theaters,
but I hadn't had a chance to see the most recent two episodes.

Mom stuck around through the first movie, and Zory asked again if it was ok
that we watched another movie, and it ended up much like the last time with
Zory putting on his pj's and mom heading to bed shortly thereafter.

About half way through our watching the movie, Zory scooted away from me a
little bit and then laid his head down on my leg, using it like a pillow.

"Is this ok?" he asked.

"Fine with me," I replied.

Quite frankly, there wasn't much else to do with my hand other than put it
on his shoulder, so I did.  I rubbed his shoulder a little, patted it
lightly, and then left it there, every once in a while doing the same
motions.

Zory's response after a while was that he moved back, nestling his head on
the crook of my hip, whereas before he'd been about mid-thigh.  Well, my
hand naturally fell off the shoulder and across his chest, where I rubbed
and patted lightly again.

He still laughed at the funny parts and made comments about the story and
characters here and there, but he didn't move from where he was in the
slightest.

Obviously he was comfortable.

Yup, so was I.

Somewhere along the line I found myself doodling with his hair, scratching
his head lightly, and brushing it this was and that with my hand.  His
blonde hair was a great toy.

I asked him if he minded that I did that, to which he simply replied,
"Nah."

Harry Potter won again and the movie ended, and my little friend was
asleep.

I turned off the t.v. and dvd player with the remotes, and looked down at
Zory.

Sigh.

Quietly, I whispered, "Zory, time for bed."

"Ok," he replied, but no matter how willing the spirit, the body was
motionless.

I carried him upstairs, to the bathroom and turned the night-light on.  I
asked him if he had it under control from here, and he nodded and walked
toward the toilet.

I headed to my room and stripped down to boxers and a t-shirt.

On the way back from the bathroom, Zory said he was done and headed toward
his room.  True to form, he got half-way there and turned to speak as I was
going into the bathroom.

"No problem," I said with a smile, "I'll be there in a second."

He smiled and went to his room.

I washed my face, brushed a bit quickly, peed, and headed toward Zory's
room.  The door was slightly ajar, and as I came in his eyes opened and he
smiled.

"Thanks for a cool night," I said.

"You too," he said sleepily.

I gave his hair a ruffle and he said, "Ooooh, can you rub my hair again,
like until I go to sleep?"

"Sure," I said, and sat on the edge of his bed.

It only took about 2 minutes, and he was out like a light.  I kissed him on
the side of his head, and told him he totally rocked, and good-night.

He smiled ever-so-slightly, and breathed evenly as he slept.

Even though I'd had a hard-on for about the past hour and a half, I didn't
consider it to be the best of ideas to retire to my room and relieve
myself, nor the bathroom.

I'd just have to sleep, and have sweet dreams....

Across the several days previous to Friday and of course even as I drove up
to Zory and his mom's house, I wondered if he'd sleep walk again - or
whatever it was he did that caused him to end up under my covers.  Of
course as I lay down to sleep I didn't think of it at all, the recent scene
of his head on my lap superimposing itself on any previous memory.

That is until I felt my covers raise a little and this warm little body
slip in next to me.

It was pretty apparent that Zory was awake as he laid down beside me, but
if I don't miss my guess he did indeed fall asleep within a couple of
minutes.

So he did come to my bed, at this time and hence probably the one before
also, on purpose.

I couldn't help but smile.

Returning to sleep took a bit longer for me, as I had to make a mental note
to take my young friend back to his bed well before sunrise to avoid our
being discovered in a very compromising situation.


Once my mental alarm clock was set, I moved slightly inward on the bed
giving Zory a bit more room and covers.  Before I even fell asleep he had
re-snuggled inward and was pressed up against me, purring softly against my
side.

I could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, and his breathing.

As I slid into what proved to be a light sleep, Zory put his right leg over
my body and held me tightly as I lost consciousness.

Although I don't really know how much time had passed, it seemed a fairly
short period of time had gone by when I felt myself building toward orgasm.
Without opening my eyes very wide, could see Zory next to me humping my
thigh, his erect boyhood sliding up and down.  As he gripped my body for
each thrust against my right leg, his right leg rubbed against my
set-to-explode penis.

I couldn't tell if Zory was just dry-humping me deliberately, or whether he
was in some dream and acting out the content.  It was all happening very
fast and I couldn't even swing back around to that thought - at all - due
to the intensity of feelings, emotions, sounds, and the physical contact of
this blonde boy dry-humping the hell out of me and driving us both toward
mind-bending orgasms.

My body tensed up and I began squirting rope after rope of cum, which
seemed to set off Zory who followed suit immediatley and - to be frank -
quite noisily!

As I relaxed my rigid frame and settled back into the mattress, the sweaty
blonde boy next to me did the same.

He opened his eyes just a to a slit, and saw me looking at him.  His eyes
widened to the size of baseballs and he instantaneously gave me the
Cheshire cat smile, followed by a very meek and quiet, "oops...."

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Thank you all for your responses.  You may write me at kevroc54321@tns.net.
Other stories in this same category include "Love Of My Life", "Hands On My
Heart", "A Boy To Remember", "Save The Boy", and others.