Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 23:29:00 -0700
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Until Zory Came Along... Chapt 6

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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Well, the first thing I did was give Zory a kiss on the top of his head.

All the implications, information, and indeed the very situation I found
myself were unable to process with any sort of a coherency, coupled with
the fact that I'd just been masturbated to the absolute best overall cum of
my life.  All I could think to do was give this boy a peck on the top of
his head.

His hair smellest delicious!

"Ok," I whispered quietly, "strip off your underwear and go throw them in
your dirty clothes, I'll do the same, and we'll meet in the bathroom to get
cleaned up.  Then we'll talk."

"Okay," he mouthed back, nearly no sound coming out at all.

Zory scooted out of bed and stripped off his t-shirt and then the boxers.
All I could do was stare.  Wonderful tan lines, nice body tone and even
some muscular definition, and - I'm shocked at even saying this - an ass
that wouldn't quit.

After he'd moved ahead and out of my room carrying his cum-soaked undies
and shirt, I peeled off my night clothes and arrived to the bathroom door
just before Zory.  He motioned for me to wait a sec, and he went into the
bathroom and put his hand on the light switch and motioned me in.

I got in and out of the way, and he put one hand on me to locate where I
was, at which point he shut the door and turned on the little night light.

With as little noise as humanly possible, we ran some warm water and used a
washcloth to unsticky ourselves of what was visibly a lot of cum.  I took a
small handtowel back to the bedroom with me to help wipe up where we'd
soaked the sheets, too, and then laid the unsticky side up so it wasn't
quite so bad.

We were both butt naked and Zory was waiting for me to finish messing with
the bed, at which point he quietly laid down on the wall-side of the bed.
I slid in after him and covered us up, and then laid on my side to face
Zory.

A little less than confident, he gave me the Cheshire cat smile again, but
this time he said, "sorry."

With a little coaxing I got Zory to tell me how it all started.

He'd liked me right off the bat at the science and rocket talk I'd given
his scout troop, and the invitation to he and his mom's house for the first
dinner was his idea in response to Natalia's praise of how nice the
presentation had been.  >From what I could gather, Zory just "liked me"
kind of instantly.  After being around me during the first dinner and
movies and hanging out the first time, he began to suspect that he more
than just liked me.

After we had each gone to sleep on my first night visiting him, he just had
the idea that he could sleep next to me for a while, and before I woke up
he'd just go back to his bed and sleep out the rest of the night.  He
remembered going to my bed and falling asleep, and he assumed he'd gone
back to his bed because he woke up there the next morning.

When he woke up to go back to his bed this time, well, he realized that
what he was dreaming caused him to have a wet dream.  He hadn't meant to
make me do the same thing, which is why he said he was sorry.

He was done talking and was clearly not as cheery as he usually was.

"Zory," I spoke softly, "it's ok to have those feelings, have those dreams,
and it's ok to really like someone a lot.  All of those things are ok
because they are all contained in and having to do with you."

He nodded, "Yeah," quietly.

"It's ok with me for you to be whoever you are," I continued, "and you and
your mom have been very accepting of who I am, too.  That's how it's really
supposed to go in the real world."

I could tell he was delving into some shame or something, not quite ready
to cry, but almost.

"So, ok, if I'm reading things right here - and be sure to correct me if I
don't have the right idea..."

He nodded.

"... - is that at this point you aren't all that interested in girls, and
find yourself interested in ... guys."

He nodded again, but we were closer to him crying than a second ago.

"Alright," I said a little indifferently, "sometimes boys your age just
experiment a little here and there.  It helps them find themselves I guess,
because a very large majority of boys do it.  Sometimes it works out that
they like girls.  Sometimes it's guys.  Sometimes it's both," and I
shrugged my shoulders like it was no big deal.

"Ok," he mouthed, trying hard not to cry.

"So, why so sad?" I asked with heartfelt warmth.

It was his turn to shrug.

I tried several guesses, but he kept shaking his head no.  It was time for
the old "bigger than" approach, where you make a guess as to what it is,
but you guess something so huge or visibly horrid that it couldn't possibly
be the reason the person is upset.  A fair percentage of the time they'll
just tell you what it is after that.

"Alright, last guess.  It is because you made us cum SO much that it
registered on some sperm-o-meter in Russia?  and that we squirted so much
cum that our balls have now flattened out like nickels and will never work
again?  Is that it?"

Very interesting watching someone who's just been trying to cry, all of a
sudden start to laugh, trying not to be too loud, but the funny thing keeps
pushing the laugh button because they can't get the picture out of their
head.

Zory, still laughing quietly, looked me in the eye and he teared up at
once.

He leaned in a little bit, and I pulled him into me and he cried a bit on
my chest.

"Ok, by the power given to me by the High Czar of Russia to run the
sperm-o-meter test in their country, I command you to tell me now," I
whispered.  But he still heard me.

He gave a short snort-laugh, and looked up at me.

"Where do you get this shit?" he asked, tears streaming, and yet smiling
too.

"Instantaneous creations of a bizarre and yet brilliant mind, my good man,"
I returned.

He buried his head for a couple more seconds, and then surfaced to look me
straight in the eye again.

"I was afraid what I did was so off-the-wall that you'd... I dunno,
wouldn't want to come around any more, or..."

"... be your friend?" I filled in the blank.

Bang, instant tears, and worse this time, yet he nodded and managed to
croak "Yeah."

"Wow", I said both for his benefit and my own, "that would really suck."

"Yup," he managed.

Several seconds went by where we both contemplated the effect of each of us
not being the other's friend anymore.

"Well," I said softly, "that didn't happen with what you did, and short of
killing me or peeing in my eye while I'm sleeping, I can't think of
anything you could do to make me not want to be your friend."

He giggled like an 8 year old boy.

"You are off the wall," he said fairly cheerfully, "but I like it."

I pulled him into me and kissed the top of his head.  He hugged me tighter.

"So, what about you?" he asked.  "I know my mom and I are your friends,
that's cool and everything.  But you have to admit, it's a long way to come
for a movie, wine, and store-bought biscuits."

"In my defense, I did not know they were store-bought until tonight," I
joked lightly.

He gave me the semi-serious Zory look.

"Ok, ok," I laughed.  "So, yeah, I'm gay, but I'm not your everyday gay
guy, I guess.  I... "

"... like boys?" Zory guessed.

I nodded, "Yeah, I tend to like guys a lot younger than I am.  Truthfully,
I don't know why, I just do."

"Is it because you just want to have sex with them?" my young friend asked.

"My main attraction is the beauty of the boy himself.  Some boys are more
beautiful on the inside, and some boys are more beautiful on the outside.
Some are beautiful on both the inside and the outside, and to all of those
you have degrees of beauty.  My second attraction is to get to know them,
like them, and help the boy in some way."

Zory nodded.

"It is only in the rarest of cases, where the boy likes to be helped, an
extreme trust develops, and the boy himself desires contact where sex can
be involved.  And I say can because even all those factors I said don't
equal having personal contact if the situation would harm the boy or
myself.  It would defeat the whole idea of helping the boy in some way."

I'd finished talking and Zory had been intently listening to me talk.

"So, you only have... sex or relationships with younger guys?" he asked.

"Pretty much," I replied.

"And you're saying you don't just target boys so you can have sex with
them?  Truth?"

I looked at Zory a bit pained, but replied nonetheless, "What do you think,
Zory?  Look into your heart and I think you'll find the answer.  Can you
imagine that I would try to do harm to you?"

Zory put up his hand politely to halt the conversation, and them put that
hand on my chest.

"No, John, I don't think that of you.  At all.  Ok, from my side do you
think I would put my head in your lap, let you rub my shoulder and chest,
and sleep next to you two times if I thought you would hurt me?  No.  No
way, and you know why?" he asked softly.

All I could do was look at him.

Yes, I knew.

"It's because you trust me and I trust you," he said, "and we never gave
each other any reason to doubt that.  But, just like I needed to hear you
say you weren't here to hurt me, you needed to hear me say that I trusted
you and that you could trust me."

He was right, and I told him so.

"You're an amazing boy, Zory," and I stroked his hair.

Zory shut his eyes while his hair was being played with.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

Uh-oh.

"So, that nuts-as-flat as a nickel thing was just a joke, right?" he raised
his eyebrows.

"Right....." I returned cautiously.

"Cool," he giggled, and he crawled up atop my body, his head in my chest,
and his sizable boy equipment atop mine.

"Uh," I began to give a caution due to sound, mom's house, etc etc.

"Ssssh," he put his finger to his mouth, "just be as quiet as you can, and
trust me.  Okay?"

I smiled, and nodded back in return, "Okay."

He began humping me, dick to dick.  To say that it was extraordinary would
place it in a category, which it wasn't.  It was all by itself.

The bed had the very faint odor of both our cum, I could smell Zory's hair,
his slippery boy-dick humping against mine was driving me wildly toward
orgasm, my hands were on his buttocks and I could feel him beginning to
speed up, tense up, and become more silent.

He looked up at me and his face changed expression, telling me he had
begun.  Watching his face during ejaculation was beyond erotic and sexy,
and sensually hammered my glands into forcing out more cum that I really
thought I held.

We squirted jet after jet of cum on our bellies and chest between us,
watching each other during every second.

After several seconds of post-sex collapse, I raised Zory up and put the
bed-towel between us to soak up most of it.  After a minute or two, the
cutest blonde boy I'd ever seen slowly got up and went to the bathroom,
bringing back a wet, warm washcloth to help with the task.

I cleaned myself up, and then he did same.  He pulled the towel and said
he'd put all of it in his dirty clothes.  If his mom ever asked, he'd just
say he woke up to a wet dream.

After a few seconds of small talk, Zory said he should get to bed.  He
leaned over and gave me a hug, wished me good-night, and I watched him
disappear through my doorway.

Funny.  I didn't ask him about what he'd dreamed about before, and he
didn't ask me if I'd put him to bed the first time he'd snuck between my
sheets.  He didn't ask me if I liked him "like that", and I didn't ask him
if he liked guys older than he was or if he liked me "like that".

Although the answers seemed obvious, I guess it really didn't matter.

Now that made me smile.

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Thank you all for your responses.  You may write me at kevroc54321@tns.net.

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