Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 21:37:28 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Hanging out with Harrison part 2 I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. We pulled up to Bingo's Gourmet Burgers & Arcade. Harry grabbed my hand while walking through the parking lot and held on to it until we reached the cafeteria style line, where everyone chooses from a huge variety of patties, toppings & buns. We sat across from each other at the table making a game of reaching over and grabbing each other's fries, trying to avoid getting caught with a smack on the hand . After several minutes, the loud speaker announced, "Everyone please give a big `Happy birthday' and a round of applause for Harrison, who is celebrating his 11th birthday with us today!," Everyone yelled, "Happy birthday, Harrison," and applauded. Harry got up from his side of the table and came to mine, scooted in close to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Tim," he said, holding his hug longer than I expected. I kissed his cheek. "You're welcome buddy," I said, with another kiss. We finished our meal sitting next to each other. At Bingo's, the birthday kids get a $10 arcade card, and Harrison spent his on the motorcycle racing game, insisting that I play with him even though it would decrease the amount of games he could play. He held my hand on the way out of the arcade and through the parking lot. We got in the car and buckled up. "Tim, am I going to be able to get gauges?," he asked. "We're going to head over to Roxy's right now and see about that," I said. He smiled, and felt his earlobes again. Roxy's Tattooing and Body Piercing Professionals was only a mile down the road. I often wondered why they had such an elaborate name in a town of only nine thousand. They'd get the same amount of business if it were called "Roxy's Ink & Holes.' I was pretty sure that there wasn't even a Roxy there to begin with. "I'm nervous," Harry admitted as we pulled into the parking lot, and again when we walked in. He grabbed my hand for support, and I held it until he let go, several minutes after being inside. "I'll be right with you, a voice called from the back as the door chimed at our entry. It was twelve minutes before she emerged from the back left corner, pulling off her gloves as she approached the counter. "How can I help you?," she asked. "I want gauges," Harry responded anxiously. "We'd like to look into getting the boy some gauges," I said, with a little bit of a corrective tone. Harry looked up at me and grabbed my hand. The nameless lady had us follow her to the first room on the right. "Mack will be right with you and go over the procedure and waiver," she said, and then she left us in the room. "Tim, is that Roxy?," Harry asked. "Ummm, I doubt it. She's no more than 25 years old, and Roxy's has been here since the `60's." Harry took interest in looking at all of the posters of different kinds of piercings. He didn't even notice the depictions of the women's genitalia piercings because he came to the penis poster first, and once he saw it, he never left it. "Oh my God! People get their penises pierced?!," he exclaimed. "Look! It's really penises! That's crazy!," he said, 90% amazed and 10% grossed out. He examined each one, looking at their names and the diagram that showed what the piercings looked like. "I can't believe it. Penises," he said. I just watched him in is excitement. "Tim, is your penis pierced?" He asked, looking up at me. "No buddy, I don't have any piercings. "Oh. So you wouldn't know if it hurts or not?" "Oh, I guarantee you that it hurts," I said with a chuckle. The penis conversation ended when Mack came into the room. We talked about gauges, how to take care of them, and went over the waiver, which I filled out and signed as Harry's guardian. "Mack, is your penis pierced?," Harry blurted. I shot him a `not cool' glance, but Mack went right along with the question. "Yeah, I've got three piercings down there," he said, listing them by their names. Harry found each one on the poster and studied them. "Oh my god. Did you get them all at the same time? And how bad do they hurt?" "No, and pretty bad," he answered. "They hurt pretty bad. But you're here for gauges, so let's pick some out," he redirected. I was impressed with Mack's response to the boy. We left forty five minutes later with a small black stainless steel gauge in each of Harry's ears. "It's not so bad now," he said as I pulled into the driveway. His eyes watered for both piercings, and he squeezed my hand for each one. We got into the house and I bumped up the heat to take the chill out of the air. "How about pajamas, popcorn and a movie to end your big birthday bash, and you can just fall asleep right here on the couch?" I asked. "Okay," he said, and then hesitated. "I'm pretty sure that I didn't pack any pajamas though," he said. "Well, you can run all the way home and grab some,"I kidded, pointing toward his house next door. He grinned at the almost funny joke. "Could I just sleep in my underwear?," he asked. "Yeah, it's a pretty far hike, I guess." He cracked a bigger grin. "I suppose so," I conceded, but I'm going to go get my pajamas on right now," I said, turning to my room. Harry followed me in. I opened my drawer and Harry kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his shorts. He left his shirt on, which was at least a size bigger than what he needed. It hung low, concealing his underwear and a quarter of his thighs. I took my shoes and pants off, and pulled my pajama bottoms on. "Tim, you wear boxers?," he asked. "Boxers, and boxer briefs. I like both," I said. I sat on the edge of the bed and Harry edged towards me. "Oh. I only have the short white kind. That's all that mom will buy me," he said. "Well, those work just fine, too, don't they?" "Yeah, I guess so," he half heartedly agreed. "To be honest," I said, lifting his shirt, "I kinda like the way that they look on you... but I can't tell if they look better on you, or around your ankles sitting in the bath tub," I joked. "Dude, seriously!?," he laughed, shaking his head in defeat. I pulled him into me and tousled his hair. "Let's see those ears," I said, pulling him closer to me. "Do you like them," he asked. "I love them, buddy. I think they look great." I answered. What I wanted to say was that I thought that they were sexy as hell, but I didn't say that. Harry followed me into the kitchen where we made some stove top popcorn, with extra butter at his request. Then we plopped on the couch and turned on the tv. "What movie do you want to watch?," I asked, pressing the NetFlix button on the remote. "I don't know," he voiced, already working on a mouthful of popcorn. We took turns piling popcorn into our mouths. "So, a pretty crazy day today, huh?," I asked. He nodded and cleared his mouth."Yeah. It started out terrible, and ended up being the best day ever," he said, smiling. He scooted closer to me and tossed a single kernel into his mouth. "The best day ever, huh? That's a pretty big statement! What were your top three things about today?," I asked. "Ummm, definitely gauges," he said. "I've been wanting them for a long time." He paused to toss a piece of popcorn into the air. It bounced off of his nose and landed on the couch. "And Bingo's," he said, with another toss, and this time a catch. "And...", then he giggled. "And what? What's the third?," I asked, shoveling more popcorn into my mouth. "And you... you perving on my butt," he said, with an innocent grin. "That was really fun." "Wait, we've already talked about this." I said before I swallowed, "You were the naked one, not me." I pushed him over on the couch. I'm thinking that you were more pervy than I was," I teased. He sat right back up and closed the distance between us. "You just like running around without any undies on," I playfully accused. Both of us reaching into the popcorn bowl. "So?" He grinned, loading his mouth and realizing his admission. "Wait, it's not that..." he tried to explain. "Oh yes it is," I said. "That is it! You tried to act like you didn't want me to see you naked, but you really did! You wanted me to perve on your naked butt!," I charged. "No, no, no! I..." I pushed him over again before he could finish what he wanted to say, and he sprang right back up, laughing and unable to get his thought out. "I can't believe that I've lived next door to you for a year and a half and I'm just now finding out that you're a pervy little boy!" "I'm not," he laughed. "Okay, I might have been pervy first by being naked, but it was an accident, remember? So that doesn't count," he said, confident in his argument. With that, he pushed me hard, and I fell over on my side. He jumped on top of me, straddling me. "But, did you say, `No, Tim, don't look at me! I'm naked?,' I squeaked in my best prepubescent boy voice. He laughed, and being perched on top of me, began reigning punches down on my arm and chest. "No...," I continued, laughing and trying to dodge his blows "...you stayed naked until I told you that it was time to get dressed, so that definitely counts," I argued, pushing my way out from under him and tossing him on the couch. We were both laughing at the progression of the conversation. "I stayed naked because you were perving on my butt, and you were about to start perving on my wiener!" "No, you stayed naked because you liked that I was perving on your butt and you were hoping that I'd perve on your wiener, too!" "Ooooh, you just admitted that you were perving on my butt!" He exclaimed. "But you liked it! So you're the bigger perve than me!" We were both laughing through our arguments as we made them, munching and making a mess of the popcorn, and pushing each other over with almost every comment. "...and, you didn't deny that you wanted me to perve on your weiner, so you're definitely the bigger perve! "Wait... you're the one that said that you wanted to talk about perving on my weiner later, so you're the bigger perve! "Not so fast, buddy. You're the one who agreed to talk about perving on your weiner later, so you're definitely the biggest perve! And you're the one who brought up perving on your weiner just now. You definitely want me to perve on your weiner... `cause you're so pervy!" "No. It's you!" He said. He was out of arguments, but he pushed me over any way. "Okay," I said. I'm the bigger perve." The argument ended, just like that. The tv screen glowed with the Netflix home screen, and the popcorn bowl was half empty, with a lot of it spread around the couch and floor. There was several seconds of silence, only interrupted by giggles and sighs. The tension was building, and he was anticipating some kind of move from me. "Hey Harry?" "Yeah?" "I really love being pervy with you." "Me too," he snickered. The atmosphere was still electric with anticipation, but the mood had calmed some. "And, if you want to, you can take your underwear off." "See? You just want to perve on my weiner?," he laughed. "No, I just know that you want to get naked again," I laughed, too, surprising myself at making him that offer, but hoping that he'd take it. "If I get naked again, are you going to perve on my weiner?" He asked "I will if you want me to, but I'm not even sure how to perve on a weiner," I said. "How do you perve on a weiner, Harry? "Ummm, I don't know," he chuckled. "I've never perved on a weiner, either." "But, I do know that I can't perve on a weiner if I can't see it," I reasoned. "Yeah, you're right. But, if you want to see it, then you're definitely the biggest perve," he said, elbowing me in the rib. "I didn't say that I wanted to see it, did I?" I just said that if I couldn't see it, then I can't perve on it," I defended, elbowing him back. "Okay, okay. Let's settle this," he said, standing up between me and the coffee table. "Okay, if I..." he paused. "Wait, no. If you..." He struggled, trying to figure out his solution. Then he pulled his underwear down to his knees, his shirt hiding his nakedness. "Okay, if you want to perve on my weiner, pull my undies all the way off," he said. I didn't move. "Wait," he said, pulling his underwear back up. "You pull my undies down, but only like half way," he instructed. I reached under his shirt and pulled them down to his knees. "Okay, if I should take my undies all the way off, pull them all the way down." "But I just pulled them down," I said. "Wait," he said again, getting flustered and pulling them back up. "Okay. I got it," he said. "So, if you think that I'm the one who wants you to perve on my weiner, then you pull my undies half way down, and if I think you're the one who wants to perve on it, then I'll take them all the way off. Got it?" "Got it," I played along. "Okay, go," he said. "Okay, I think you want me to perve on your weiner," I said," and I pulled his underwear back down to his knees. "And I think you're the one who wants to perve on my weiner," he said, and he pulled them all the way down and stepped out of them. "I knew it," I said, grabbing him and pulling him to me. "You just wanted to take your undies off." He blushed and tried to form another argument. "Nope, it's too late," I said. Now we've got to figure out how to perve on a boy's weiner," I said. "Where should we start?" "Why don't you just Google, `how do I perve on a boy's weiner?'" He laughed. "Oh! I just remembered! You get a birthday spanking!" "Nooo!" He shrieked, jumping up and moving to the other side of the coffee table. I jumped up and pounced toward him, and he bolted around in the opposite direction. "I'm going to get you," I said, and I'm going to spank your fine little naked butt," I threatened. "Oh my god! That again?," he laughed, dodging my attempts to catch him. We circled the table several times, until I leapt over it and caught him by his shirt. He threw his hands behind him, covering his butt, and I wrestled him over my knee. He fought and wiggled as I lifted his shirt half way up his back, exposing him. I rested my hand on his smooth white mound and felt the contour of his perfect cheek before I started lightly spanking. I held his cheek in my hand for a couple seconds each time it landed on him as I spanked, first his right cheek, then his left. His bottom was round and firm, but had plenty of jiggle to it, and I made sure to jiggle it in my hand every time I came down in it. He kicked and squirmed, but never actually tried to get off from across my lap. He was loving it as much as I was. I finished his eleven swats and went for the ending "...and a pinch... or wait, is it a kiss?" "A kiss? On the butt?" He asked, laughing, still laying over my lap. My hand rested on his bottom. "Wait," it's definitely a kiss," he said, giggling. "Naaaah, I think it's a pinch," I said, acting like I was rehearsing it over in my head. "Hold on, I think you're right... a kiss to grow an inch?" "Yes! It's a kiss!," he insisted. "But pinch sounds right," I said, still holding his bottom. "I know what I'll do," I said, and I continued the spanking ceremony, "...and a pinch" I said, lightly pinching him, "and a kiss," I said, planting a kiss on his bottom, "to grow two inches!," I said, rolling him onto the couch. "Ooooh, you kissed my butt! Totally pervy!" He yelled, laughing. "But you wanted me to, and you liked it!, didn't you?" "Dang it!," he laughed, falling in to me in defeat. I took the opportunity to hug him again. "Come up here," I said, helping him situate himself on my lap. He sat on me, legs opened and crossed at his ankles, Indian style. I kissed him on the back of his head. I popped a handful of popcorn into my mouth and he tossed a few kernels at his face, catching a couple in his mouth. He looked down in his lap and lifted his shirt just enough for him to be able to see himself. ""Tim, If I ever get my penis pierced, what kind should I get?," he asked, looking up at me in all seriousness. I reached down and lifted his shirt a little bit more. "Should I take my shirt off so you can see it better?," he asked. "You don't have to," I said. "You might get cold." "That's okay, I probably won't," he said, pulling his arms out of his arm holes. I pulled the back of his shirt from under his bottom, and he pulled it over his head. "Can you see it better now?," he asked, leaning back into me and looking up at my face for an answer. I looked down at him, seeing his perfect penis on perfect display for me. "Buddy, that's great," I said. "I can see it just fine now. Thank you." "Good," he smiled. "You're welcome." "I don't remember all of the piercings," he said, looking back down at himself and taking hold with both hands, "but I remember a few, like the one that went this way," he said, using his fingers to demonstrate where the holes would be. "Yeah, that's the Prince Albert," I said. "And then there was this one," I said, taking his penis in my fingers for the first time, "but I don't remember what it's called. He lay limp across my fingers. "Me neither," he said. "I don't remember what most of them were called, but there was the one that went through this part, he said, touching the ridge of his pink glans. I continued to let his penis sit on my fingers, and I gently rubbed my thumb across the top length of his soft shaft, and then gently pulled on his glans, accentuating his perfect helmet's ridge. "Yeah, that part," he said, looking up at me. "But which one do you think would look best?" I released his penis, popped a couple bits of popcorn into my mouth, and resumed my hands position. "Ummm," I paused, beginning to softly massage him. "I don't really know. Maybe none." I said. "It's pretty perfect just the way it is, buddy." He looked down at my fingers touching him and then he laid his head back on me again. "Yeah, I think you're right," he sighed. "Besides, I can't picture you just going in there and pulling your penis out for Mack." "Definitely not" he giggled, looking at me. "That'd be so weird." "I totally agree," I said,lowering my hand to feel his soft sack. He relaxed into me, resting his left arm on his leg, and his right hand on my arm as I fondled his boyhood. The room was dark, except for the glow of the tv. I started picking up kernels of popcorn from the couch, alternating between our mouths while my right hand explored his scrotum and penis. "I guess we're not going to watch a movie," he said, "but that's okay. I fall asleep during movies any way," he giggled. "If mom ever wants me to take a nap, she makes me turn on a movie." "Oh yeah?," I asked, giving his penis a light squeeze. "Yeah," he responded, and his penis responded with a little twitch. I squeezed again, and he twitched it again. "Did you know that I could do that?," he asked, twitching it again, and then a fourth and fifth time. I lightly squeezed and pulled in response to each of his flexes. "I have an idea, but it's pretty pervy," I said. "What? What's your idea?" He asked, with a new hint of excitement. "I'm not going to tell you," I said, giving him another gentle squeeze and pull. "I'm just going to give you the option: do it, or not?" "Aaah, man! That's not fair," he playfully protested. I squeezed again, and his penis began to respond. "10 seconds," I said, starting to count down. "Crap," he laughed. "Ummm, do it!," he decided before I reached 7. "Perfect!," I said. "Stand up." I helped him to his feet and I scooted to the edge of my seat, grabbing the popcorn bowl. "Stand right here," I said, guiding him right in front of me. "Now spread your legs wide." He did. I held the popcorn bowl under him and began scooping popcorn onto him, gently rubbing it into his privates and the underneath part of his bottom, and then letting it fall back into the bowl. "Oh my god!" He laughed. "What the heck?" I continued scooping, handful after handful, listening to his delightful confused and excited reactions. "Okay," I said, picking off small pieces of popcorn that had stuck to him and dropping them in the bowl. "Now, back on my lap." I sat back and he sat back on me, legs open and knees up. I began to massage his buttery penis. "It's slippery," he said, looking up at me. "Exactly!," I said. He smiled "And it's starting to get hard!" "Exactly!," I repeated. He watched my fingers slide up and down as his softness gave way to the rush of blood that added half an inch to his length. I briefly let go. "Now move it the way you were a few minutes ago when I was squeezing it," I said. He obliged, and we both laughed at his erection bouncing up and down. His hardness gave him a slight curve upward and left. I held his erection in my fingers, admiring him. He was right at three inches rock hard, and his oval pink glans perched proudly at his peak. I stroked him, and massaged his perfectly smooth pubic area and scrotum, moving down to his perineum and even further until I touched his buttery boy hole. His body pressed hard into mine, and he squirmed in my lap. His hand found my erection through my pajamas underneath him, and he held on to it. I masterbated him with the popcorn butter for nearly ten minutes, switching frequently from soft, slow movements to slightly faster and harder strokes on his penis, and rubbing his hole, sometimes breaching his anal virginity with the pad of my finger. He would thrust, or moan, or move at different times in response to the ebb and flow of the sexual electricity pulsing through his penis into the rest of his body. As I slowed, I leaned my face into his and kissed his cheek. He squeezed my erection through my pajamas, not feeling the wet evidence of the pleasure that he had unknowingly given me. "How was that?," I asked. My fingers rested under his loose balls. "Very pervy," he giggled, but almost in a whisper. "I loved it." "See, you are the biggest perv," I kidded, shifting underneath him. I rubbed him front and back for a few more minutes before I said, "I'm afraid we're going to have a little problem." "What is it, Tim?" "Well, your whole front, all the way down to your poop hole is a popcorny, buttery mess. We're going to have to clean you up." "Poop hole?," he repeated, laughing. "Yeah, you know... it's the..." "Oh my god, Tim! I know what it is," he said in an explosion of laughter. "Well, good. I'm glad I don't have to explain your poop hole to you," I said, sliding my finger into the opening of his little crack underneath his scrotum. "What's the problem?," he asked. Can't I just use a washcloth, or maybe take another shower?" "Well, I guess you could," I said, "Or..." I stalled. "Or what?" I didn't answer. "Or what, Tim?" I still didn't answer. I gently rolled his penis in my fingers. "Tim, or what?!," He demanded in playful frustration. I began to count down from ten. It took him a couple seconds to catch on. "Oh! Do it!," he chimed. "Do it?," I repeated. "Yes! Do it!," he confirmed. "What is it?," I asked. "Aaaah... I don't know... Just do it, though," he said in a whiny demand. "Tiiiiim," he drug out my name. Do it!" I scooped him up and laid him on the couch in such a quick motion that it startled him, and he clung to my arms, then laughed as he landed on his back. "Scoot all the way up and open those legs up, birthday boy," I said. He did. I lay down between his legs and took his penis into my mouth, immediately twisting my tongue in slow twirls around his softness. (To be continued)