Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2024 19:47:36 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Hanging Out With Harrison Please enjoy this work of fiction: He was riding his skateboard on the sidewalk, headed the opposite direction that I was, and almost four miles from home. I got into the left lane, waited for a clearing, and made an illegal u-turn. It was hot out. The dash displayed 97°. I pulled up several yards in front of him. He came to a stop at the rear of my car and opened the door. Without saying a word, he folded the seat up, dropped his backpack and skateboard in the back floorboard and plopped down in the front passenger seat. I pulled back onto the road. "Harry, what the hell are you doing way out here?" He was hot and tired, and his shirt was wet with sweat. He looked up at me, red faced and spent. I pulled into the Fast Stop parking lot. "Come in with me," I said, opening my door. Harry opened his door and followed me into the store. I tapped lightly on the door of the single-use restroom. Not hearing a response, I turned the knob and opened the door. "Come on, buddy," I said, pointing him in. I went in after him and locked the door behind us. "Take your shirt off," I said quietly. He tugged at his shirt from a couple different angles. "I can't get it off, it's stuck," he said, still pulling at it. "Arms up," I said. He lifted his arms and I pulled his shirt from his waistline, straight up over his head. I threw his shirt over my shoulder and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser by the sink. Harry stepped up to the toilet, lowered his waste band and began to pee. I ran cold water over the paper towel, delaying the process while watching Harry in the mirror. He raised his head and his eyes met mine in the reflection. We looked at eachother for a couple seconds. Finishing up, he lowered his head and shook himself off, and I watch him put himself back into his shorts. "How big is that bladder?," I asked, hoping to make light of being caught looking. Harry didn't respond. "Come put your head under the faucet," I said, turning on the water. He did. I ran my fingers through his hair under the water. When he was thoroughly wet, I turned it off, grabbed some dry paper towel and rubbed it all over his head. He stood upright, and I wiped his face off, and then his back and chest with the paper towels that I had wet while he was peeing. "Better?" "Yeah." I draped his wet shirt over his shoulder. "You can't be in the store without a shirt, so go straight to the car. I'll be right there," I said. I opened the door and led him out. He did exactly what I told him, and I went to the drink cooler and grabbed two light blue Frost Gatorades. I paid and met Harry at the hood of my car, tossing him a bottle. He caught it and twisted off the lid. We both got in. His bottle was half gone by the time he buckled up, and he emptied it before we left the parking lot. "Wanna tell me what's going on?" I asked, turning into traffic in the opposite direction that he was going. "I need to go that way," he said, pointing behind us. I handed him my Gatorade bottle. He opened it and took a couple swigs. "Thanks," he offered. "Harrison, buddy," I looked at him. He stared at the bottle in his hands. "I want to help you, But you're... You're making it really hard. Will you please tell me what's going on?" He breathed a sigh of resignation. "Mom is in jail again, and no one knows where Bill is, so I have to go to aunt Carol's... and she's too drunk to drive, so I had to get there on my own... and my bike is broken... and today's my birthday." "Damn. That's rough. I'm sorry, buddy," I said. Harry wiped a tear from his cheek. "How long this time?" "I don't know. You know how it is. They'll hold her until there's a place at the hospital, then they'll admit her, give her meds, hold her for a couple days... probably until Monday or Tuesday." -------------------------------------- Jeanna is schizophrenic. She takes her meds until they're gone, but never refills her prescription. She's only scheduled 39 hours a week at the Dollar General, just enough to not be considered full time. She's their best employee, and despite working over time at every opportunity, they won't give her full time benefits. Dollar General is also the only place that she steals from when she's off of her meds. She ran out of her meds five weeks ago. Today was the day that she got caught sticking dental floss in her pocket. The only way for her to get back on her meds is for her manager to call the police. She always ends up with the government paying for her shot and another 3 month prescription. Everyone in town knows her condition and her situation with Bill and Harry, and they work with her to help keep her on her feet. Dollar General has welcomed their best employee back every single time, for over eight years now. -------------------------------------- Bill is an over-the-road driver. He's gone 27 days a month, on purpose, and everyone sees right through him except for Jeanna. He swears that he's going to marry her someday, and she believes him. He stops in twice a month for a day and a half -- long enough for a couple good meals, a fuck, a shower and a decent bed, and then he's off again. Everyone swears that he's got a handful of Jeannas all over the country, all believing that their hard working man is saving up and working hard to build a future for them. Bill isn't Harry's dad, and wants nothing to do with him. Jeanna is convinced that if he were home more, the two would build a great relationship. Harry wants less to do with Bill than Bill does with Harry. ------------------------------------- Aunt Carol isn't really Harry's aunt. She's Bill's sister, and even though she's willing to take Harry in, it's with great reluctance, and she continually makes Harry aware of it. She's always drunk, but also Jeanna's only `family' support. She's no fan of her brother, even though their personalities are nearly identical, and she's constantly trying to get Jeanna to get rid of Bill. -------------------------------------- "Look, buddy... I know how Carol is. I know how it's been the last several times you've had to go over there, and frankly, I don't want you over there." "Well, I have to. Officer Carl said." I pulled into my driveway that separated our houses. "If you want, you can stay with me until your mom comes home, and..." "But what about Aunt Carol," he interrupted. "I'll call Carol and tell her that you're with me -- if you want me to. Or, I can take you over there and you can stay with her." "No, I want to stay here with you," he said. I watched a little glimmer of hope light up his face. "Now, the big problem," I said, pausing to build suspense. "What?" He sighed. "What are we going to do for your birthday?" I asked. "How old are you now any way? Six?" He laughed and punched my arm. "Dude, I'm eleven." "Oh, my bad," I played, rubbing his still damp head. "Mom said she was going to take me to Bingo's, and then let me get gauges in my ears," he said, feeling his earlobes. "Bingo's?, and gauges?" I unbuckled my seatbelt, and he unbuckled his. His face lit up. The Harrison from just a few minutes ago was dead and buried, and the boy that I've come to know and love was back. "I'll tell you what. Go home, grab a shower and some clothes, and come right back over. The door will be unlocked. We'll go to Bingo's and see about some gauges." Harry leapt up from his seat and hugged me, and just as quickly opened the door, jumped out, and started running across the yard, leaving the car door open. I opened my door and got out. "Hey!" I yelled. "Grab your back pack and skateboard," He retraced his steps, got his stuff and closed the door. "Thank you, Tim," he yelled back to me, already half way across the yard. I watched him open the gate and disappear inside the aluminum framed screen door, and then I went inside. ------------------------------------- I had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped up in my towel when the front door burst open. "You can drop your stuff in the bedroom," I said, making sure that I was fully covered. I heard the thud of Harry's stuff hit the old oak floor. He appeared in the bathroom doorway as I was lathering my face. "I thought I told you to take a shower," I said, seeing that he obviously hadn't. "Oh. Yeah. I forgot," he said. "Forgot, or decided not to?," I asked, dragging the razor down my face. "Both?," he shrugged. "Can I just shower here?" "Make it quick," I said. Harry squeezed behind me and sat on the toilet, pulling his shoes off without untying them, and then peeling his socks off of his feet. "Toss your stuff out into the hallway," I said, slowing my shaving progress. "There's not enough room in here for both of us and a pile of clothes." "Okay," he said, standing up. He stuffed a dirty sock into each shoe and tossed them through the door way, and then took off his shorts and tossed them out. I watched him in the mirror, slowly finishing my shave and anticipating his glance up at me in the mirror. When it came, I was ready, and all he saw was me cleaning up my neck. His shirt was already off from earlier, and he stood there in his white briefs for a second. When I thought it was safe, I looked his direction in the mirror. He opened the shower curtain and stepped in, still wearing his tighty whities. I lowered my head to the sink and splashed water on my face. Then there was a thud and a grunt. I turned and pulled the shower curtain open. "Buddy, are you okay?" I asked. Harry was sitting in the tub with his underwear around his ankles. "Yeah," he groaned. I held out my hand to help him up, and he took it. "What happened, kiddo?" "I was trying to take my underwear off and my feet got tangled. I went to lean on the curtain, but... well, it's just a curtain," he said, finishing with a chuckle at his predicament. He stood up, and I knelt down, putting my arm around the small of his back. "Grab my shoulders," I said, and he did. My face was a foot away from his nakedness. I've gotten peeks of his genitals before, like earlier in the Fast Stop bathroom, but I've never seen him this close up or fully naked. "Right leg up," I said, lowering my hand an inch to rest half way on his butt. He raised his right leg and I released his leg from his underwear. "Now left," I said. He lifted his left leg and the underwear dropped off. "There you go," I said, lowering my hand to feel his whole bottom before I let go. "You good?" "I'm good," he said. I picked up his underwear and stood up, closing the curtain. He turned the water on and gasped at the cold. "There we go," he said to himself a few seconds later, having found the right temperature. "Do I have to wash you, too?" I joked. He laughed. "No," he said with playful offense. "I'm not six," he snickered, referring to my earlier comment in the car. "But you can wash my back," he added, this time without any trace of humor. "Seriously?" I asked, just to clarify his intention. "Well, if that's okay," he answered. "Sure, buddy, I'll wash your back," I said. Just let me know when you're ready. "I'm ready now," he said. I opened the shower curtain and looked at him. "Hand me the soap, Harry," He grabbed it and passed it back to me. I had never seen Harry's naked bottom before, but I knew that it was a looker just from seeing his shape through his shorts. I began at the top of his neck and lathered him, wanting to stall as long as possible and also make it quick so it wouldn't feel weird to him. I worked my way down to the top of his bottom, where his cheeky curve began. I took in everything that I could, knowing that I'd relive this moment for the rest of my life. I quickly lathered him and then rinsed, allowing my hand to edge onto each cheek without actually washing his butt. "Alright buddy," I said. "You've got the cleanest back in the house," He chuckled, and I closed the shower curtain. "Let me know when you're done and I'll grab you a towel," I said, stepping out of the bathroom. "Thank you, Tim," I picked up his sock-stuffed shoes, shorts and underwear, and took them into my room, just three steps down the small hallway from the bathroom. I left the bathroom door open so I could hear him, and I was pleasantly surprised when I heard him quietly humming, or maybe even singing. I couldn't quite tell, but I loved hearing his sweet voice sounding happy. I quickly got dressed, thinking about what had just happened. I didn't want to forget a single detail, and I tried to burn the images of his body into my mind. "Tim, I'm ready for a towel," I hadn't even realized that the water had turned off. "I'll be right there, buddy," I said, standing up and tucking my erection under my waistband. I stepped into the hall, grabbed a towel, and tossed it to the naked boy standing in the bath tub with the curtain open. "Thank you," he said, holding the towel up and letting it unfold. "Your shower feels way better than mine." He stepped over the tub wall and dripped on the bath mat under his feet. "Good," I said. "I'm glad you liked it." I took a couple steps toward him and rubbed his head. "Did you wash your mop?" I asked "Yeah. I washed everything really good, just so I could stay in the shower longer," he said, with a little laugh in his voice. "Well, let's get you dried off," I said, and I scooped him up in his towel, cradled him in my arms like a baby, and took him into my bedroom. "Oh my god!" He shrieked, laughing. "What are you doing?" I dumped him onto my bed and he rolled out of his towel. He quickly jumped up, and I grabbed the towel as he charged toward me on the bed. I wrapped him back up and planted him on the floor, and sat down on the edge of the bed with him between my legs. His laughter was like sweet music to my ears. "Alright," I said, pulling the towel off of him and wrapping it around his head. "Is this how you dry your hair?" I asked, rubbing the towel wildly on his head. "Nooooo." He laughed. I've never done that!" Is that how you dry off?," he asked rhetorically. "Then you do it," I said in a playfully frustrated voice. I turned his body and leaned his bottom against my inner left leg, and he pulled the towel off of his head. I watched him, seemingly in slow motion. His cheeks were pink and happy, and his grin was full of life. His eyes sparkled like emeralds. For the first time in the year and a half that I've known him, I saw pure joy on his face. His dark blond hair fell below his chin, and he scooped it back. His lips looked like he had just sucked on a cherry popsicle. I wanted to tell him that he was beautiful, but I didn't. He leaned against me drying himself off. "How's your butt from that fall?," I asked, abruptly moving him from resting against my left leg to half way bent over my right. He laughed, having been caught off guard and flailed his arms dropping the towel. I patted his naked bottom and his hands reached back to cover himself. "Oh my god," he laughed, trying to regain his footing and protect his bottom. "My butt is fine," he yelped through his laughter. I stood him up and he wobbled between my legs. "Well, it's cute for sure. I don't know that I'd call it fine, though," I said, covering his bottom with light spankings as he tried to defend himself. He laughed harder. "Dude, you're so pervy," he giggled. I panicked. Was I misreading his reactions? Was he not enjoying this as much as I thought he was? "Well, you like it, so who's the real perv?" I asked, trying to keep it playful. "And you're the one who told me that you had a fine butt," I added. "Oh my god, that's not what I said," he laughed. I wasn't misreading him. He was having fun. "Hi, I'm Harrison and I have a fine butt," I squealed in an attempt to mimic his voice. He punched my arm and I pulled him close to me in a tight hug. He melted, breathing heavily and still giggly, but in full surrender to a tender moment. I rubbed his head. I wanted to kiss the side of his face, but it was way too soon. "Why did you wait to take off your undies in the shower anyway?," I asked. "`Cause I didn't want you seeing me naked," he said, immediately laughing at the aftermath. "I didn't want you perving on my butt," he giggled, moving his hands to block mine just in case I decided to spank him again. "Oh. Well how'd that work out for you?" I was still holding him in a hug, and he was fully relaxed in my arms. "Well, you ended up perving on my butt," he chuckled looking up at me with a grin. I placed several light smacks on his bottom and then held my hand across the middle, partially covering both cheeks for a couple seconds before releasing him from my embrace. I steadied him and turned him to face me. "So, you didn't want me perving on your butt, but it's okay to perv on your weiner?," I asked with a playful poke to his smooth pubic pad. "What?" He shrieked, "that's not what I said!" He laughed. "Well, you said something like how you didn't want me perving on your fine butt, but you didn't mention your weiner, so I didn't know for sure," I explained as if I were really confused. "Oh my god!" He shook his head in disbelief, laughing. "I can't do this anymore! I'm weak from laughing," he said, falling back against me. I wrapped my arms around him loosely. "Well, we'll just have to talk about your weiner later, I said, with a light pat on his butt. "Okay, we'll just talk about my weiner later," he said, in his rhetorical version of my voice. "The good news is that you're dry now," I said. "Let's get you dressed and head over to Bingo's! He stepped out of my reach and over to his backpack on the floor, picking it up and tossing it on the bed. "Are you still going to call Aunt Carol?," he asked. "Now? What am I going to tell her? `Hi Carol,' I said holding my hand up to my ear mimicking a phone call. `I've got your fake little nephew over here in my bedroom, and he's naked.' "Oh my god! You're so pervy!," he said with an explosion of laughter. "Dude, you're the naked one here, not me," I said shrugging. I reached over to his backpack and pulled some of the contents out on the bed. "Here," I said, tossing him a clean pair of undies. "Put these on." (To be continued)