Date: Wed, 17 May 2006 22:46:29 -0700
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Until Zory Came Along... Chapt 7

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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Breakfast the next morning was intersting, to say the least.

You know the head trips you go through.  Does anyone else know?  Is
anything suspected?  Did anyone hear anything and wonder?

Zory was a model of normalcy, and I was my usual not-awake self, having my
first cup of coffee.

"And how did you guys sleep last night?" Natalia asked cheerfully.

Zory gave mom a thumbs-up, as his mouth was full of cereal and milk, but he
gave her a smile nonetheless.

"Huh?" I joked, "you mean this isn't a dream and I'm really having coffee?"

So, it seemed everyone was in good spirits and good humor.

Zory made me promise at least one round of Halo 2 on XBox, but I stalled
him by having a second cup of coffee.

"How are you going to drink your coffee and play too?" he complained.

"Zory," I explained as though I was a t.v. professor explaining some theory
to the audience, "if I don't drink a second cup of coffee I won't be able
to play.  You may as well just plug the second controller in and me not
push any buttons at all.  At least this way I'm awake."

"Drink away, John.  I'll be in there practicing for your instant and
horrible demise."

"Zory!" his mom spoke up.

He shrugged, "It's XBox-talk for I'm going to beat your butt," and he
flashed the Zory- smile and continued out of the kitchen.

Natalia looked to me and I shrugged, taking another swig of coffee.

We both giggled a little and I finished my cup and headed into the living
room.

Natalia told Zory she'd be going shopping for a little bit, and could he
think of anything he needed for school.  He rattled off a couple items and
I got up to give her a goodbye hug in case I was gone when she returned.

After her car motor echo'd faintly in the distance, I said, "Pause,
please."

Zory stopped the game and turned around to me.  He was on the floor,
leaning against the couch, and I was on the couch behind him.

"Talk time?" he guessed.

"Talk time," I confirmed.

I gathered my thoughts for a second, and Zory spoke up first.

"Is this about me being on top of you in the bed last night?" he asked,
quietly.

"Um, kinda yes, but not exactly," I began.

Zory teared up immediately, and said, "Sorry" ever-so-quietly.

I put up a hand, "Nope, no sorries.  Not necessary.  It isn't about that,
at all.  For real, ok?  We just need to both - if I'm guessing right - need
to say some stuff, and I think it'd be a real good idea to set up some
ground rules for the future.  Okay buddy?" I smiled.

He nodded.

"Okay, you're welcome to speak up at any point, say anything you wish 100%.
I don't look on you as less because you're a kid, and would like you to
speak up and have the same options to voice an opinion as if you were an
adult.  Okie dokie?" I asked.

"Ok, sure," he was brighter now.

"Ok, first.  We already established I'm a boylover.  Pretty obvious you're
a boy.  So how does it all work?  Most boys have a mom and dad, or at least
one of those, and are already being taken care of.  So what can a boylover
do for a boy like that?  Well, I am here to be a helper, a tutor, a
teacher, a friend, someone that can always be talked to no matter what
subject comes up.  I love boys because I think they're way cool.  Um, sure
I'm gay so I'm biased toward the male of the species anyway, but I think
that boys are pretty wonderful and intersting characters."

"What about sex?  Is it only boys that you're attracted to?  Like do other
guys your age, um, make you horny too?" he asked as frankly as could be.

"Some, yes."

"What kind of boy makes you interested in the sex part?"

"What do you mean, what kind of boy?" I asked.  "I wanna understand what
you're asking exactly so I know what to say back."

"Okay.  I guess what age, what looks, and how they act, like all friendly
right off the bat, or shy, or like all-cool-about-themselves, or what?" he
clarified.

Phew.

"The age of interest seems to be from 11 to whatever, all the way up to the
'guys my age' you asked about earlier.  Looks?" I am sure I blushed.

Zory giggled, "Boy you really turned red on that one!" then he regained his
composure, "sorry, didn't mean to laugh.  I'd just never seen you turn
red."

I smiled, but didn't have my composure yet.

Zory decided to speak.  I would discover that he had the uncanny ability to
save me like that many, many times.

"So, okay.  You like younger boys.  Probably cute would be a clue, and I'm
guessing that blonde is one of your likes?"

I nodded.

"Nice eyes?"

I nodded.

"Cute smile?"

I nodded.

"Funny?"

"Yeah, those would be some very nice traits in a boy," I admitted.  "So
what about you, Zory?  I know it's kind of early to be deciding on 'what
type of guy' you like or go for, if at all, but um, well, I thought I'd
ask."

He smiled and didn't miss a beat, "Someone who was nice to me, cared that I
was ok and didn't get hurt by anything.  Someone smart enough to help me
out through stupid stuff and hard times.  I'm not dumb, I know that the
girls think I'm pretty cute and are like always trying to hit on me and
stuff.  Soooo," he paused, "I'm just guessing that if someone was gay I'd
be attractive to them too."

"That's an understatement," I said, advancing forth my first actual
compliment.

"Thanks," he said, and smiled a very cute - yet heartfelt - smile.

"So, you don't... I don't know how to ask this I guess... don't think guys
your own age are cute?" I grimaced.

"Sure, they're cute, lots of them.  But they're also kids and don't know
anything about anything.  Everything is like some big game to them, just a
joke, or an experiment.  I don't want experiments.  I'm not very old, but I
lived in Russia most of my life and things were a lot different there, for
everything.  Life, food, manners, school, free time or sports or clubs,
sex... everything."

All I could do is nod that I understood.

"John, it was real different living in Russia.  It's not like I don't like
games or having fun, I do.  I love XBox, Scouts, P.E. at school, lots of
stuff.  But I guess I learned that it's important to have real people that
count in your life.  That's serious, and important."

"So that sort of adds up to a "no" on going for guys your age or a little
older?" I guessed.

He nodded.

"Wow," I half-whispered, and I thought of a couple things to say.

Zory motioned for me to continue.

We had both beaten around the bush a bit, and I guess I thought it was time
to hone things in a bit.

"So, about last night..."

I had his attention.

"... and about things in general, and about you... "

His eyes widened.

"Zory... " I sighed, "if there was to be a genie who popped out of some
mythical magic lantern who asked me to wish for a young boy - good looks,
smart, funny, witty, fun, gorgeous, kind to me, sensitive, caring,
wonderful, attractive..."

"Sexy," he added.

"...sexy," I finally said, "there couldn't be a closer match to the wish
than you," and I looked him in the eyes.  "And I don't mean to be so
all-about-you so much that it makes it difficult for you to comment on, or
whatever.  But it's true for me."

It sank in for a couple seconds, then it was his turn to say wow.

"And if you don't have those same feelings, that's 100% ok with me Zory, I
don't expect it at all.  Especially I don't want that I can give you sex
and make you feel good to be the main factor or focus, at all.  To me,
that's like the icing on the already pretty darned good cake."

I paused.

He had teared up again, and I can't say that I was without watery eyes
right then.

His lower lip quivered, but he spoke anyway, "You know the things I said a
minute ago about who I'd like to be with, like all those qualities and
stuff?"

I nodded.

"That was you," he managed, and then he lost it, sobbing.

I pulled him up and into my chest, and he put his arms around me, still
sobbing.

"I know, Zory.  I know."

We both knew it, and he pretty much knew what I wanted to say about him
before I got the words out.  It was pretty obvious we both liked each
other, a lot.  We just had to get all the words out.

I don't know what it is about that.  Sometimes that's necessary, sometimes
it's not.  If you figure that one out, let me know.

"Which brings me to your original question..."

"... about last nite," he said.

"... about last nite," I agreed.  "

He pulled back and wiped his eyes, attentive.

"We can't do naked or sex stuff when anyone else is around.  It's too
dangerous," I said.  "If your mom caught us, it would be so over as to be
almost unimaginable."

He nodded, "Yeah, I was thinking about that.  But we've got to figure
something out, I can't wait until my mom and I move down by your house.
That's too long."

"We may have to, Zory.  I care about you too much to let all the hell that
would crash in on us happen if we were caught."

"I know."  Then, "okay."

"And," I continued, "as for last night, I don't think I have had that nice
of a cum in a long, long time.  It was beyond description.  Thank you, it
was perfect."

Zory smiled, "Aw no kidding!  I've only been cumming since you were last
here, and it is waaaay better squirting cum instead of just the feelings
with no cum.  But last nite," he rolled his eyes, "I thought I was going to
pass out or something!"

"Yeah, it was intense," I concurred.

"So," I continued, "neither of us can do anything at all that would hurt
the other one.  Period.  And that includes sex, talking about it when
others could hear, anything like that.  On top of that, we can't go all
gooey-eyes around each other too.  Too much contact would bring attention
to us.  No special gifts or notes or cards or stuff that anyone might start
someone thinking that something is going on."

"Okay," Zory said happily.  "No problem.  I don't want you hurt, at all."

"Same here," I replied.

We sat there for a bit, thinking, looking at each other, smiling a bit,
taking it all in.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"I like it when you kiss the top of my head.  It's way cool.  But, um... "

"Sure," I replied.

Zory leaned in a bit and cocked his head to one side, and I the other.

He kept his eyes open a little, and we kissed mostly just lips.

It was like electricity ran through me.  Zory looked the same, except his
eyes widened considerably.

I put my hands around his body with one hand on the back of his head,
gently pulling him into me.  Eyes slightly open, we kissed again, this time
with me leading the way on lips coming apart a little, and nuzzling around
at the same time.

"Whew..." he whispered slowly.

I nodded, and smiled.

This time he led in, eyes closed, and I gave him almost all I had as a
kisser.  We went on for several seconds, with me listening for any car, car
door, footsteps, etc, on a secondarly level.

We'd only been at it a few seconds, and Zory's body jerked and spasmed.
He'd cum!

He flipped open his eyes and his mouth dropped open, looking down.

"Dude!  I came in my undies!" he giggled.

Again, I listened for any noises indicating we might have company.

No noises.

I peered down too, and very gently pulled his pants and undies out a bit,
revealing a very cummy lower tummy, stiffie, and sack.

"Hmmm, I think you may be right there Zory," I joked, giving him a Sherlock
Holmes act, accent and all.

He was still giggling, with an occasional body spasm, echoing the earlier
orgasm.

With my free hand I very gently squeezed a droplet of sperm out, and
letting go of his clothes, brought it to my nose.

"Hmmm, smells like sperm," acting it out for all I was worth.

Zory was nearly falling off the couch laughing.

"Feels like sperm," I said as I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger.

"And..." I licked my two fingers as though I was extracting cake icing from
them, "it most definitely tastes like sperm too.  I'd say, early teens,
blonde, cute, can be heard laughing occasionally..." the whole while,
making motions with my tongue in my mouth as though I was checking it for
various taste aspects.  "... and, um yes..."

He hung on my words, waiting to see what was next.

"... a very second-rate player at XBox, particularly, um yes, Halo 2."

"WHAT!!??" he howled, "no way!" and he tackled me, tickling and talking
smack the whole time.  Of course, I returned same.

Zory zipped up to his bathroom to clean up, and a couple minutes later
Natalia came in with a couple bags of groceries.

"Need help?" I asked.

"Nope, this is it," she replied.

After setting her bags down, she came out of the kitchen and asked where
Zory was.

"Bathroom," I returned, simply.  "Which gives me a few minutes to practice
so I won't get killed," I laughed.

About that time Zory came flying down the stairs.

"Hi mom, what'd you get?"

"Food," she joked back.  "Now go get through with your game so John can get
home and get his things done.

"Yeah," Zory quipped, "like get that hairy lawn mowed," and he giggled and
stuck his tongue out at me.

I swatted at him but he moved out of the way.

"Imp," I lashed out.

"Grown-up" he giggled back, and moved before I could swat him again.

"Boys!" Natalia exclaimed, faking it, "no fighting in the house.  Now
finish your game and go to your rooms!"

"Yes, mom."

"Yes, Natalia."

Then we both laughed and stuck our tongues out at her.

Surprisingly, she did it back and walked off haughtily like she'd won.

"Girls," Zory said under his breath.

"Girls," I said under mine.

Natalia materialized as if beamed down by the Starship Enterprise, hands on
her hips.

"What was that?!" she roared.

"Nothing mom," we both said simultaneously, to which all of us laughed.

It was a good day.

I even beat Zory one out of three games.

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Thank you for your kind 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.