Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2006 23:10:10 -0700 From: Kevin Harness Subject: Until Zory Came Along... Chapt 9 Until Zory Came Along... Chapt 9 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. ************************ One of those things, I think, that you learn in life is that sometimes we rush up to and through something without really appreciating it for all of its value and importance. All too often it's much later that we figure out those intricate parts that make up an event, and we invariably come to some common conclusions. One, that we rushed up to and through the event without appreciating it for all its value and importance, and two, that it's too late to go back and say things we should have said, do things we should have done, or the opposite of both. As a boylover, unless you're in a very minor percentage, you don't end up having an actual relationship with the boy, and you're even less likely to have a long-term or lifetime relationship. Despite that, if you're heart's in the right place, you do try to do and say things that your boy can take out into the world and be a step ahead. You don't want him, for example, to just trust any person older that he is that seems nice and seems to have his best interest at heart. You know from experience that you not only can't judge a book by its cover, but that you also can't be certain there aren't two or three covers to the book. I knew Zory had wanted to have sex for a long time now, and once given the go-ahead he would be pretty eager to go for it. I can't say that the same wasn't true for me, because in fact it was very much true for me, too. Maybe it was his dual-culture upbringing, his command of two languages and their nuances, and his having seen people from two cultures with both the same and different idiosyncracies. Whatever it was, Zory was more than just a cut above your normal, savvy gay teen. Every day he seemed to be analyzing situations better, seeing more aspects of how life is and isn't, and perhaps it seemed he was smarter because he verbalized thoughts you don't often or ever hear. Don't know, really. But every paragraph I've written above was going through my head every single day as we advanced towards the next Fri/Sat/Sun that Zory was to come over. It was obvious that my young friend was thinking, too, and not just about engaging in the act itself. He was almost identically mirroring my excited anticipation, trepidations, and care. Almost without warning, Zory called me shortly after I'd gotten home from work on the Wednesday before "the Friday" and asked if he could come over for some help on some geometry theorums. Of course I said yes, not only because I am a-l-w-a-y-s willing to help my boy, but also because he could nearly write the geometry book. He obviously wanted to talk. Nadine dropped him off about 20 minutes later, and she and I talked briefly after Zory had gone inside. Yeah, I know, she is a whole story in itself. In short, she knew Zory was gay before he ever started asking about it, and did everything she could to make it easy for him to just be him. The uncle that had slept with Zory before they moved to American was not a cruel man. It was just that Zory was receptive and she could see potential land mines all over the place if they stayed. The uncle had never hurt Zory, never demeaned him, and in all probability was a boylover himself. She explained to me that although no one else would probably notice, it was evident to her that Zory liked me very much as did I for Zory. It was clear to her that I wouldn't hurt Zory, and although laws in America were not as harsh as the ones in Russia, having relations with young men was still very bad here, and she didn't want Zory - or I - to be hurt. For a second we just looked at each other, and a small smile appeared on my lips. She returned the same smile. I replied that she was 100% right, and that I hadn't divulged anything to anyone else, her included, for all the same reasons that she'd just mentioned. I didn't get specific, but simply acknowledged that her perceptions were correct on the matter. I told her that if she ever wanted, I was fairly sure that the three of us could sit down and talk things out if she ever came to have any issues. She smiled and said that if she'd had any issues, that I'd know fairly quickly, and added that if she hadn't and didn't trust me, she wouldn't be dropping Zory off for help in a subject in which he routinely got 100%'s and A's. We both laughed and I gave her a hug, and told her that I'd feed Zory and drive him back at a reasonable hour. "Thanks, John," she smiled, and drove off. It was both a lot to think about, and less to worry about, all at the same time. Zory had helped himself to a soda and was watching t.v. As I came in he looked up and smiled, and it occurred to me that every time he smiled it was like it was more smile or more beautiful than any other time, almost as if they all added up somehow. He gave me a hug, and I kissed the top of his head. Damn! his hair always smelled SO killer. I think acorss the months he found the combination of shampoo, conditioner, and hair gel I most liked and used those three ALL the time. "Ugh! I love that," he said, panting through clenched teeth. He moved his head upward and we kissed for a long time, making us both hard as rocks, chests heaving, tongues working. We broke for a moment and I said, "Wow, and this is just geometry. Imagine if we switched over to getting turned on or something?!" Zory smiled back, and with each hand cupped our balls. "This IS turned on," he smirked, "but really I did come over to talk to you a bit." I smiled, "I know, babe. It's cool. Release our tools and jewels and let's sit down." He was as somber as I'd ever seen him. Hmmm. I got my boy another soda and I got a bottle of water, and sat down next to him and gave a hug. "So, wha's'up?" I asked cheerily. He shrugged, and laid back on the couch, visibly unsure of how to start the ball rolling. I rubbed his shoulder, "Just start anywhere Zory. It's just you and me, and you know I'm here for you." "Ok," he croaked softly. "I'm just not sure what to say, either." "Is it about this Friday?" I asked. "Yeah, kind of," he said, "but when I think about it, it seems like there's something else bothering me, and I don't know exactly what." I nodded. "I mean, I've been looking forward to this Friday and I've even joked about it with you and told you how many days were left and stuff, but... " he trailed off. "It feels like a really big step maybe, and is kind of scary?" "Yeah, maybe a little, but it seems like I was excited enough about it that those reasons didn't matter so much," he started. "Then I realized I don't know anything about what to do and stuff and I wanted it to be cool for both of us, not be a major flop because I was new at it. But then I thought well you're cool about teaching me stuff so that probably wouldn't matter so much, either. Then a couple of my friends at school who are gay asked me if I was going out with anyone and I said yeah, I was. But when they asked who I told them you were from a different school, so that was pretty ok. But that got me thinking about me and you, and how you have to put up with always having to teach me things because I'm a kid, and that got me thinking about you and me sort of in general." Zory paused, gathering his next set of thoughts together. I smiled and rubbed his shoulder again. He looked up at me, and his eyes were a little watery. No tears yet, but close. "What, Zory? It's ok, really. It's just me and you here, and you can tell me anything," I said. Ok, now there were tears. "I don't think what I have to say is telling you. I think I need to ask you," he returned. "Ok babe," I half-whispered as I rubbed his shoulder. "Do... do you really like me? I mean, not just 'yeah Zory's pretty cool' or 'Zory's cute' or whatever. I mean like do you like me for me being just me?" Ok, now he was crying pretty hard. I was actually surprised he was able to speak. I was about to answer up, and he continued. "... because I like you a lot, and yeah you're cool and yeah you're good looking and all that, but what it is for me is that I like you for you being you and who you are, how you act, what you do, and how you treat me. And I guess I'm asking you because I didn't want me to be thinking all this stuff about you so hard when you maybe didn't feel the same way or maybe at least pretty close to it." He tried to continue but no more words would come out. My eyes weren't dry, either, as tears streamed down my face. It was my turn to croak, "Yeah, Zory... I like you a lot, and not just a lot, but probably there's no word to cover how much. Over the years we've known each other I grown accustomed to having you around, hearing your voice, seeing your smile. And for me, because of who we are as individuals and what we've done, I can only hope that I've done the right things, because I really care about you." As I blurted the words out, he sat there listening, crying harder as I went along. "So, yeah Zory, I like you, a whole lot. I care for how you are, whether you're happy, and all sorts of things like that. In fact, I've hesitated a bit with you in telling you this straight up, because I was afraid, too, that you might not feel the same way as I do. Zory, you're the shit. I can't imagine getting along with anyone any better than I do with you. If for some reason you went away, the empty space that was left would seem like my whole life. I love you Zory, and have for a long time now." Despite crying pretty hard, he tried to speak but was unable . I simply motioned for him to move in, and he laid his head on my chest and cried it out. When he'd wound down some, I kissed the top of his head. "Zory, as a side note here, if that's not the way you feel, it's ok. I didn't tell you all that so that you would have to say you felt the same way... UGH!" I barked as he lightly punched me in the ribs. "I love you too, John." "Cool," I whispered. He nodded again. After a bit, he sat back up and wiped his eyes, and giggled a little. "Sorry," he said, "I just fell totally apart." I made a couple noises like I was waking up, rubbed my eyes and looked blearily at him. "What? Huh? Did I miss anything?" He cracked up, "Yeah. You proposed and I accepted. Honeymoon on Friday." I must've looked silly with my mouth open, unblinking. Zory of course cracked up and pointed at me like I had spagetti dripping off my head, which led to me cackling right along with him. I began to laugh harder than him, and eventually his level of laughter tapered off. "What's so funny? You're the one that was caught in the joke," he said, thinking he'd made a checkmate type of statement. I replied, still laughing a little, "Payback is always an option, and usually when you may least expect it." I mimic'd the cheshire-cat-Zory-smile at him, and he gave it back to me with an obvious "well good for you" attitude. It occurred to me that I'd never made him the blunt end of a joke before. It was also pretty obvious that he was a little hurt by it. Hmmm, probably I didn't consider that he'd just come out of a heartfelt and emotional conversation, had bared his soul, cried his eyes out, and was two days away from having sex for the first time. Plus he was 14, impressionable, and hormonal. "Ok, bad judgement on my part, Zory. I wasn't trying to make fun of you, just trying to joke back a bit, and, well, it was poor timing," I pleaded. "I'm sorry," I said as I leaned in and kissed his nose. He shrugged as if to tell me it was ok, but he still wasn't back to normal yet. I thought about it for a second, then spoke. "Zory, for as long as we've known each other, have we ever made fun of each other to hurt, or said harsh words instead of talking things out?" "No," he admitted. I smiled, "Ok. Cool. Please accept my apology, 'cuz I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And from here on out, let's set up a rule with each other. If we screw up and crunch the other person no matter if we intended to do so or not, we always fix it. How's that sound?" He nodded, "Yeah, that's ok." "Ok," I replied. "Back to normal?" He thought about it for a second, and smiled back, "Yeah, back to normal." Pause, then, "Just one question though." "Ok." "Do I really look that silly when I give that smile?" "Aw h-e-l-l no!" I exclaimed, "it's just that it lost something in the translation. You're the actor, not me," I smiled. "Just consider it bad script reading on my part." We laughed a bit, talked about school a little, and the clock crept up towards 8:30. My idea was to have Zory home by about 9:15, but on the flip side he only lived about 10-12 minutes away, probably even less at this time of the night. "Shower?" Zory inquired. As I looked up at the clock, the most beautiful blonde boy I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing leapt off the couch and discarded clothes as the ran down the hallway, laughing. Of course followed by me doing the same. For a quick shower, we got in a lot of scrubbing and hugs. Zory couldn't quit looking up into my eyes, followed by his shaking his head a little and then leaning in and putting his cheek against my chest. I knew I could never get enough of this boy, ever. The drive home was nice, and as I thought not much traffic. Good thing too, because I couldn't take my right hand away from holding his, and he couldn't stop leaning in and kissing my cheek and neck. We were about 2 blocks from his house and he smile big and said, "Two days." "Yup," I replied, "48 hours, about 16 of which we'll sleep, 16 of which we'll either be working or in school, leaving really only 16 hours of actual waiting." "Ha!" he scoffed, laughing, "who are you kidding?! It's a-l-r-e-a-d-y too far away." We both laughed at that, kissed one more time, and parked in front of his apartment. He gave me a high-five, visible of course from the apartment in case his mom was watching, and we said our public good-byes. >From the moment he began to exit the car, I already missed him. "C'ya in a couple days, Zory," I whispered to myself. How long did it take those two day to Friday to go by? To me it seemed like each day was a full week, just no weekend to break it up. Zory told me it felt like two months, and that time had seemed to slow down. I had to laugh, as I'd definitely had that type of time-lapse before. It was Friday, and Natalia called me to tell me that she was going to the Hilton for a seminar, from 6-10p, and that Zory would be riding his bike or the bus over shortly. She had the came seminar Saturday until 6p, and Sunday until 2:30p. We'd already arranged that Zory would be hanging out for most of the weekend, so I wished her a happy time, and told her to call anytime to check up on the XBox scores to see who was ahead. Laughing, "Ok, John, will do. You boys have a good weekend, ok? Any specific plans?" "Well," I said, "we've pretty much knocked down the yardwork to a couple hours here, so that won't occupy much of our time. I was thinking of hitting the beach for a few hours tomorrow, going by the roller coaster and arcade after that and then an easy dinnner out, like maybe pizza, and then home to nod off while watching a movie. For Sunday we were going to hit the theater, I guess. Other than that, not too much," I finished. "Sounds like a lot more fun that I'll be having," she chuckled. "Hey," I chided back, "trade that seminar ticket in for a new bikini and join us!" "I'd love to, maybe another time. Ok, you guys have fun, and.... give Zory a hug for me and tell him to behave himself," she said, still chuckling. We gave our goodbyes, and that was that. It was maybe on 15 minutes at the most until my boy arrived. You know, I am sure that if there were cameras rolling that we both looked like we were not only on our first date ever, but that we also had never met each other. It was hilarious! No pre-set pattern had been established so neither of us was sure when to take the touches to a new level. Was the other guy ready? Were they nervous? Can they tell I'm nervous? etc etc Finally, after a whole movie going by for which I'm sure neither of us could tell you what happened, I broke the ice with a kiss to the top of the head, followed by my kissing his ears, nose, chin, neck, and every other available exposed skin. Zory followed suit by immediately losing his shirt which gave me a lot more playing area. Needless to say, somewhere along the way my shirt disappeared, too. Hmmmm, funny that. It was probably our best, longest, and most intense make-out session to date. You know the kind? Where you are breathless, chest heaving, a little sweat sticking your hair to your forehead, and a boner that could be used as a rivet in steel construction. Zory was nearly intoxicated from the action and looked up at me with anxious eyes. "Shower?" he panted. "Fuck the shower," I breathed back, to which he nodded and somehow we managed to make it to my bed. I splayed his arms out away from his body and lightly pinned them while I covered them with light kisses, nose nuzzles, and tongue. Making it to his chest, nipples and stomach was great, and then I skipped over his raging hardon to his legs, and worked my way up to the underside of his balls, still nestled nicely in his whities. I nuzzled around, pushing his boyhood around beneath the cloth, until he could take it no more and nearly ripped the poor things off his body. Kissing his pubic hair and the base of his shaft, I worked my way to the tip of a bejeweled, straining teen's dick, giving it some light attention before nuzzling my nose and tongue down toward his butthole. "Aw Hell!" he exclaimed, "aaaarrrrgggggghhhhhhwwwwwrrrrraaaa..... put it in....!" I smiled. "You first," I reminded him. It took him a few chest heaves to sit up, but he did, at which point he lathered me with kissed everywhere. Almost in a frenzy by this point, I slowed him up and rolled a condom onto his boyhood. We're lucky, mind you, that this didn't cause eruption. I raised my legs, and after he applied lube to both contributory areas, he slide in gently, working his way in and out until he was pressed fully against me. He shuddered for a moment and uttered something incoherent, smiled at me, and I nodded. He began a rhythm which of course necessarily increased the closer he came to orgasm. The look that kept crossing his face seem to tell the whole story. His pace sped up dramatically, and he began to groan in earnest. He was doing a great job, so I can't say that I was without gutteral sounds here, either. "Oh....John....I....'m....ugh....ugh....UGH....UGGGHHH....UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" and he spasmed and shuddered like no other time in his life. No more beautiful sight than that have I ever seen. But I had an idea that maybe we could best that by one, shortly. I kissed him and told him he was wonderful, and great. Because he was. He weakly smiled, and could only say one syllable words like 'wow' and 'shit' and 'whew'. "Ok, hon', you ready?" I asked. He brightened up like a 1,000 watt bulb, "Oh HELL yeah!" I did the one-, two-, three-finger thing, and he was moaning and grimacing here and there. We did the last step for quite a while, and I pressed in and forward with a wanton and rock hard dick. His eyes bulged as I pressed, and I told him to relax, and actually push out like he was trying to empty himself. He did, and I slid in ever so slightly. He started to tense, but I quickly told him to relax, and he seemed to get the hang of it. A few more times and we were half-way in. He was breathing like a woman having a baby, but kept nodding to go ahead. I did the slide-in-and-out-while-jacking-him routine and went in a little farther each time. When I my balls banged up against his bottom, he grinned. He'd done it. And now it was my show. Moving him around a bit I instantly found his sweet spot, and hit it every time. He sharply inhaled every time, and I kept at it. I wouldn't last long inside a boy this beautiful, at all. I knew I could do it, despite his having cum once already. I was right. On my final dozen thrusts, hitting his seminal vessel each time with full sounds effects on both of our parts, I ejaculated hard, long, boisterously, and with attendant facial contortions. Zory couldn't avoid the inevitable. He came again, fully spent from earlier, and panted in disbelief as his boyhood spurted volley after volley of cum into the air, landing on his stomach and chest. When we were both done, he pulled me to him and we hugged for a long, long time. He was never more beautiful or precious, ever, than at that moment. I know, because his smile, his flushed face surrounded with sweat which oh-so-sexily stuck the hair to his skin is imprinted in my memory forever. "My Zory," I whispered softly. He looked at me a little oddly, and then smiled wide. "Oh yeah," he replied, "for a long, l-o-n-g time." "Good," I huffed, "because I don't think that once through this routine is quite enough. Much less having your shining face bouncing around here." He smiled what could only be termed a loving smile back, and kissed me lightly on the chest. "Plus," I added, "not only are you the most beautiful boy I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, you're also very good for me, Mr. Zory. Very good," and I kissed him back. "Back at ya, Mr. John. I don't plan on being a-n-y-o-n-e else's boy, ever," he said softly, almost tearing up again. "Wow" I mouthed, unable to speak any words. He pulled me onto him and hugged me dearly, stroking my head and consoling me, and whispered into my ear that short of one of us being abducted by aliens, he only wanted me. Funny that. I only wanted him, too. ************************************ 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.