Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 20:07:00 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Hanging out with Harrison part 3 Let me know if you're enjoying this work of fiction. "Scoot all the way up and open those legs up, birthday boy," I said. He did. I lay down with my face between his legs and took his penis into my mouth, immediately twisting my tongue in slow swirls around his softness. My heart was pumping pure adrenaline through my veins. Finally, for the first time in my 23 years, I was experiencing a boy. I've lived vicariously through countless men and boys in files on my laptop, but now, I was having my very own experience; my first touch, and now giving my first blow job. Still, in this moment, I became focused on pleasuring Harrison. His hand touched my hair like I've seen in so many other videos. I took it as an encouragement to keep going. I lightly latched on to him, dragging my lips up his shaft, feeling his ridge and bell, and then slowly gliding back down to his base before wrapping my tongue around him again. He began to grow in my mouth, and I came a full load, having been fucking the couch underneath me without even realizing it. My head was swimming. I wanted all of him in my mouth at the same time. I lifted his legs and he held them up for me. I buried my face in his bottom and licked upward, finding little specks of popcorn in his crack and around his small pink hole. I couldn't get enough of him, but I fought the urge to devour. I wanted to savor him. I kissed, and licked, and sucked his hole, nuzzling my face into him and feeling his wonderful warm cheeks pressed into my face. He moaned as my tongue fondled his crack and hole. I made entry into him, and his anus tightly hugged my tongue as I slowly made my way inside and explored him. I pulled out, licked and kissed the perimeter of his ring, and made entry again. His hands pushed my head into him and he softly moaned. I pulled back out and dragged my tongue up his perineum, finding his sack, now drawn tight like a walnut shell, protecting his preciousness. I pulled his small tight boy bag into the warmth of my mouth and bathed it with my saliva and tongue. I felt each small testicle and every wrinkle, trying to memorize his feel. His sack began to relax and loosen up. I released him and began kissing all around his sack before engaging the little soldier that was eagerly standing at attention. With his erection in my mouth and his hands on my head, I got on my knees, steadied myself, and lifted him up. I stood, and his legs closed around the back of my head, pulling my face even closer into him. I carried him to my bed, continuing to palpate his boyrection with my tongue, and I laid him on the bed. He released his legs from around my head and opened them wide. Breaking momentarily from his shaft, I began kissing and licking every inch of his pubic area. My heart was exploding with love for him, and I realized that it was the purest form of love that I had ever experienced. Suddenly, I just understood that I loved him. I loved him with all of my heart. I couldn't stop kissing him. I couldn't stop my expression of love for him. My heart was a volcano, erupting uncontrollably and unapologetically, with unbridled, pure and passionate love. I slid up his body, kissed his neck, and whispered, "Can I get naked with you?" He just nodded his head, and his fingers lightly gripped my hair in a loose fist. I jumped up and stripped, and laid back down next to him, turning him on his side. I positioned his right leg, bent at the knee, to use as a pillow, and situated his left leg with his knee up, opening his sacred space to me. I laid my head on his inner thigh, and the gravity of his erection pulled me in to him. My left hand found his hand on the bed, and our fingers interlocked. His other hand still softly combed my hair. We both lightly moaned as my mouth and his penis played together with the innocence and excitement of young children. I brought my other hand up to his penis and massaged his silky smooth base while softly kissing his glans, still soft in his youthfulness despite his stiffness. I engulfed him again, lowering my fingers down to his satin sack, and even further. His hips lightly moved with the rhythm of my tongues suction on him, and my thumb hunted down his hole, still wet and slippery with a mixture of butter and my saliva. I rubbed my thumb over him, circling his perfect young boy anus while continuing to apply gentle rhythmic suction on his sporadically pulsating boyhood. With each slight pull on his penis, my thumb caressed his hole and gently pressed in, each time gradually increasing pressure until finding entry. His approving moans became more frequent and his movements a little more pronounced as my thumbprint made entry, retreated, and peeked inside again, and again, and again until knuckle deep, and then fully engulfed inside him. My thumb searched his boy cavity, eager and excited. Harry was now doing most of the work, pumping himself against the friction of my lips and tongue with his boyish energy driving his newly awakened sexual instinct. I increased suction, he increased movement, my thumb increased the depth of its search, pushing deep into his cavern, then pulling out. Another soft entry in, pushing gently inside to its maximum depth, and then quietly slipping out. He worked faster, I sucked harder and pushed deeper, and his moans turned to soft grunts. The grunts got louder, he worked faster, I sucked harder... "Oooooooh! Oh! Ohhhh my goddddddddd! Hhhhhhmmmmmmmm! Oooooooooooh! Oh God! Ooooooooh!" The boy sang a brand new song to me as his erection pushed and shuttered in the tight embrace of my tongue. His movements stopped and I pulled my thumb from inside him, but kept him secured in my mouth for a minute before surrendering his penis. I began lightly kissing his softening boyhood and scrotum, and his soft surrounding area. Then I gradually made my way up his torso, kissing all of him. I crawled up next to him, and he straightened his body out, accommodating me. "You're a noisy boy," I said, touching the tip of his nose and lightly dragging my finger all the way down his body and letting my fingers rest on his deflated and beautifully boyish weiner. He grinned. "I must get it from my mom, cause she..." "Woah, buddy! TMI! TMI!" He laughed, and I laughed with him. "That was awesome," Tim. Did you know that I could do that?" "I didn't know for sure, but I hoped you could," I said. "And when you get older and do that, stuff will come out of your boner, and it'll be even better." "Really?, Is that what the cum thing is?" "That's what the cum thing is," I said, continuing to touch his softness. "And, I've got some really good news for you," I said. "What is it?" He asked, turning his face to me again. I reached up from his penis and touched his face. "You're all clean down there now. No more popcorny, buttery mess," I said. He laughed and turned his whole body into mine. "And, guess what?" "What?," he asked. "Your weiner and bottom taste like popcorn with extra butter." "Dude, no they don't," he laughed. "They just..." "Have you tasted them?," I interrupted, "`cause I have, and I can tell you that they're yummy, just like popcorn with extra butter! They're just not as crunchy," I joked. "Oh my god, Tim!," he laughed. "They only tasted like that because you rubbed popcorn all over me down there," he reminded me. "Oh. Yeah," I said, as if I had forgotten. "Well my point is that your weiner and bottom tasted delicious." He laughed. "Even my poop hole?," he asked through laughter and a big grin. "The best poop hole I've ever tasted," I answered. "Oh my god! How many poop holes have you tasted?, he squealed scrunching his face. "Ummmm, let me count," I said, pausing. Then I held up one finger. "One." "Just mine?" "Just yours, and it was definitely the most tasty," I kidded. He laughed "I..." he started. "Never mind. I can't," he conceded, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Hey, Harry?," "Yeah?" "Can I kiss you?," I blurted, before I could talk myself out of asking. "Dude, you've already kissed my whole entire body," he said, smiling and draping his arm over me. "I don't think that I kissed your feet," I joked, masking the huge crushing that my heart just received. He laughed. "Well, you kissed me everywhere else," he said. "Ummm, I don't think that I kissed your shins, either," I said. "Oh, yeah. I don't think you did." "Should I kiss your feet and shins?," I asked. He giggled. "Probably," he said. "I don't want them to feel left out." "Yeah. Me neither," I said, scooting down on the bed. I began to kiss each of his toes on his left foot, one by one, admiring his beautiful boy feet. I covered his foot in slow, tender kisses, and then began to work up his leg, front and back, making sure not to miss a single spot, all the way up to his hip. Then I moved to his right leg and worked him slowly and methodically, making sure that my lips kissed every part of his leg, ankle, foot and toe. "There," I said. "I've officially kissed your feet and shins, and I threw in your toes, ankles, calves and thighs at no charge," I kidded. "Now you've kissed my whole entire body," he said, with hints of playfulness growing in his demeanor. "Ummm... did I kiss your weiner? I don't remember," I kidded. "Dude, like a million times," he laughed. And my butt. And my... my poop hole," he laughed. "I did? A million times?" "Oh my god," he said, turning and opening his legs. "Here! Kiss me where ever you want to," he laughed. "What?," I asked, acting confused. "Dude! Kiss my weiner. I know you want to... `cause you're so pervy!," he laughed, reigniting our earlier argument. "I'm only going to kiss it because you want me to, since you're really the biggest perv," I said, immediately beginning to kiss him again. I nuzzled his sweet smelling softness, lightly kissing him as if each kiss were my first and last. I covered him from every angle, on and around his delicate loose balls, and gently lifted his penis with my lips to kiss its tender underneath. Taking it in my fingers, I kissed his little urethra, and circled his soft helmet, making him wet with my kisses. He remained flaccid. I ended by putting my mouth over him and enclosing him, slowly pulling up from his base and letting my tongue bathe his little boy softness, and then released him with another kiss. Then I slid up next to him and kissed his lips. The first time was a surprise to him. "Wait, I wasn't ready," he said. "Now do it." My heart jumped in my chest. I reached my hand down to his penis and touched him while touching my lips to his, and he kissed me. I laid down on my back and rolled him on to me. His head rested on my chest, and I rubbed my hands up and down his length, from his head, down to where his leg meets his nearly perfectly rounded, creamy smooth bottom. He relaxed on me, and I covered us up with the sheet. "Harry, can I tell you something?" "Sure," his softened voice said. "I wasn't really perving on you. I was loving you." "I know. I could tell," he said, lying still on top of me. His response felt like warm wax, melting down my body, covering me in everything wonderful about this beautiful boy. "Wanna know something funny?," he asked. "I'd love to know something funny." "Well, it's kinda embarrassing, but... well, remember at the Fast Stop in the bathroom? And I was peeing?" "Yeah, I remember." "Well, I saw you looking at me, and I thought you were trying to see my weiner," he giggled. "And I was a little bit embarrassed. And it made me think of the time a couple months ago when I was helping you rake leaves in the back yard, and I had to pee. And you told me to just pull it out and pee. And I did, and then I thought you were trying to watch me." "Yeah, I remember that too." "So, today in the shower, I really didn't want you to see me naked. That's why I got in with my underwear still on. "Really? So you're not a pervy little boy after all?" He laughed. "I'm never naked, except in the shower, `cause it's embarrassing." "Yeah, I totally get it," I agreed. "But after I fell and you helped me up, I wasn't embarrassed at all, and I didn't even think about it. And then when you picked me up and threw me on the bed... well, it was just a lot of fun, that's all. And then how we were joking about my weiner, and I wasn't embarrassed for you to see it anymore." "And now look at you, laying naked on top of me, and I'm even naked too!," I said, still rubbing his back and bottom. "Yeah. And I'm not even embarrassed at all. Are you?" "Nope. Not at all." "Good," he said. Turning his head to the other side. I kissed the top of his head. "I wish we could have been doing this for the last year and a half," I said. "...Having fun like we did tonight," I said. "Yeah," he sighed. "But we could probably do it again, right? "Oh, I'm sure we can, if you want to." "Wait, would that make me a perv?," he laughed, sleepily. "No more than me rubbing this little fine naked bottom makes me a perv," I said, caressing him under the sheet. "Well, it does kinda make you a perv," he laughed. "But, you like it." "Not again," he playfully sighed. "Yeah. I think we killed that one," I resigned There was silence for a couple minutes, and I thought that he had fallen asleep. "Tim, do I have to sleep on the couch tonight like you said earlier?" "Not at all, buddy. You can stay right here all night if you want to." "Good. Because I do." "Know what, Harry?" "What?" "I want you to stay right here, too," I whispered, and kissed the top of his head. "And you don't even have to put your underwear back on," I said. "Good. `Cause I don't want to move." "I don't want you to, either, buddy." Harry was pinned on me. My left arm was draped across his back and shoulders with my fingers running through his hair, and my right hand was holding his bottom in place. Again, there was silence. I felt his body gently rising and falling with each breath. "I've never slept naked before, or at least I don't think I have," he said, more in a breath than with his voice. "Have you, Tim... slept naked? "Ummm, I have, buddy, but it's been a long time. I usually prefer to wear pajamas, though." "Yeah. I do too. And sometimes just undies and a shirt, like I was going to tonight, but usually pajamas." "But tonight, we're both sleeping naked," I said. "Yeah." "Harrison?," I whispered. "Yeah?" "One more kiss?" He raised his head and kissed me. "Good night, buddy," I said, kissing his lips again. "Good night," he said, pushing his lips into mine for our last kiss of the night. "Can I tell you something, Tim?," he whispered. "Sure, buddy. What is it?" "You are my best birthday present." I held him and pressed soft kisses into his hair, and I felt our hearts melding together in the most beautiful moment of the night.