Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2024 22:03:05 +0100 (GMT+01:00) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Hanging out with Harrison chapter 4 I'd love to know if you're enjoying this story, and even if you're not. Feel free to email me. Harrison woke up early, having slept on top of me the whole night. With the exception of him wanting to compare our morning erections, which I didn't allow, we got up, peed, and got dressed without much delay. I took him out for breakfast to The Big Stack for pancakes. "Tim. Crap. You didn't call Aunt Carol yesterday, did you?," he said, grabbing my hand. "No, buddy, I just plain forgot," I said, sliding into our booth. He slid in beside me. "Want to call her after breakfast?" "Do you think she even remembers that I was supposed to come over?," he asked. We decided to enjoy our breakfast and not worry about Carol until later. "So, yesterday, I think you mentioned that your bike was broken? Want me to take a look at it?" Harry's answer wasn't audible. It was just his beautiful eyes and smile that nodded his appreciation. I drank my coffee and watched him cram pancakes into his mouth. He ordered three different kinds. "We never come here," he said with his mouth full. A swig of milk helped him swallow. "I think the last time I came here, I was like eight." "Really? So that's why you're hellbent on eating them out of business this morning?" Pancakes showed through his grin and fell out of his mouth. He lifted his hand and covered his mouth until his bite was more manageable, and then took another drink of milk. I just ordered the regular buttermilk pancakes and was half way through my stack when I felt something sharp in between my back teeth. "A popcorn husk," I said, pulling it out and wiping it on my napkin. "It's probably from my butt," he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. He smirked, suppressing a bigger laugh that wanted to come out. He left me speechless, and I shook my head in defeat, with my own suppressed laugh. "Boy, you start early, don't you?" He just looked up at me with another pancakey grin. His eyes shone. The drive back to the house was rather quiet. I didn't know if I should address last night or not, and if I should, I certainly didn't know what to say. I glanced at him without him noticing, and just thought about all of the times he's been over to my house and in my car, and how many times I've fantasized about him, hoping to be able to see him and touch him, never really expecting that I'd actually be able to enjoy him in my mouth the way that I did last night. As if he were reading my mind, he broke the silence. "What are we going to do tonight?" "I don't have any idea," I said. I haven't thought that far ahead. I glanced over at him and met his glance at me, and I patted his leg. "I'll call Carol when we get home, and then we need to run to the grocery..." "And you've gotta fix my bike," he interrupted. "Don't forget that." He put his hand on top of mine. "I'm not going to forget, buddy." All of my interactions with Harry have been limited to only a couple hours at a time. He'd help me with yard work, or I've given him rides, but suddenly now he's mine for the unforeseeable future. "I'm not used to having a sidekick, but I'm glad that we get to hang out," I said, giving his leg another little squeeze. He squeezed my hand. I pulled into the driveway. Once in the house, I called Carol, and Harrison listened on speaker. She didn't know who I was or what I was saying. I put Harry on the phone to explain, and she thought that he was a telemarketer. I ended the call with her cussing us out, and we both laughed. "Dang, Tim, she's wasted." While we were laughing, I also thought that it was pretty sad. "Yeah," I agreed. "Whatever it is deep inside of herself that she's trying to kill, I hope she kills it before the vodka kills her. And on another note, let's go check out that bike." I had already thought about getting Harry a new bike, but I wanted to see if I could fix his first. I saw right away that the problem was a weld that had failed. "Buddy, I've got some bad news," I explained, showing him the break. "This isn't something that I can just adjust or tighten. I'm sorry, but this bicycle has seen its last ride, kiddo." "Seriously? That's just it?" His head dropped. I knew that I could go have it welded, but I'd already talked myself into buying him a new bike. "Unfortunately, that's just it." I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face to look at me. "It's not the end of the world. There'll be other bikes..." "Not for me. Not with mom doing this shit all the time! And we never have any money to do anything. And I hate everything about my life, and this all just sucks." He fought back tears as he poured himself out to me, and he lost his fight when I picked him up and held him there in the yard. His legs wrapped around my hips and his arms gripped my neck. I felt that same depth of love come over me in the same way that it did the night before when I was making love to his boyhood. I hugged him tightly, rubbed his bottom and kissed him, but this time was different. I didn't have an erection. I wasn't thinking about him sexually. I just wanted to love him. As I was holding him, it dawned on me that there has probably never been a man in his life that he could just fall apart on and still feel safe. I carried him into the house. "I'm sorry, Tim," he said, unburying his face from me and wiping his eyes. I kissed his cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry for, buddy." He leaned back in to me, resting his head on my shoulder again. I held him and gently swayed with him, rubbing his back and patting his bottom, letting him decompress. "Hey Harry, what do you say we go ahead and run out to grab some groceries, and by the time we get back, we'll be ready for lunch?," I asked quietly into his ear. He nodded and sat up. "You okay?," I asked. He nodded. "You sure?," I pulled his hair back from his face and kissed him. "I'm okay," he said, but didn't make any moves to get down. When I went to lower him, his legs gently squeezed around my waste. "Can we wait just another minute?," he asked. "We can wait all day, buddy," I said, beginning to sway with him again. He hugged me, and when he finally released me, he kissed my cheek. We did our necessary grocery shopping and stopped for a frozen custard, sitting outside and talking under the shade of a big blue umbrella. There was another man sitting across from us with another boy, close to Harry's age. I watched them interact, wondering if anyone had any thoughts about me and Harry together. I probably looked too young to be his dad. What would people assume when they saw us? Am I his big brother? Or uncle? Or his pedo neighbor? "One more stop before we head home," I said. We drove for 20 minutes to the next town over and pulled into the far side of the strip mall. We walked hand in hand past the children's consignment clothing shop, a yoga studio, and several other shops before I stopped at the window in front of Trex and Trax bicycle store. When he realized where we were, his face lit up and his grip tightened on my hand. "Seriously!?" He jumped into my arms again. "Seriously, Tim?" "Let's go pick out your new bike," I said. He squeezed me tight in a wonderful hug. We narrowed the selection down to five, then three, then two before he selected the chrome Mongoose freestyle bike with navy blue and neon green accents. The shop technician adjusted the seat and handlebars to Harry's size and made other adjustments, and I bought a bike rack and attached it to the back of the car. I watched Harry ride up and down the street for an hour. I felt like I was in one of those `watch me now, daddy' moments with an excited son showing off his newest discovery to his proud dad. I unloaded the groceries and threw together a couple sandwiches and some lemonade, and brought them outside, sitting down on the porch. Harry came up to the porch, put his bike on its kickstand, and sat next to me, grabbing his sandwich. "It's so awesome," he said before swallowing his first bite. He leaned into me while he ate. He spent the rest of the day jumping curbs and expending his boyish. Later in the afternoon, I pulled the little grill out into the driveway and threw on some burgers. Harry devoured two and didn't hesitate when I told him that it was time to bring the bike inside for the evening. I asked him to do the dishes while I showered, and he agreed. I put them away when I got out. I wasn't sure what to make of last night, or what to do about tonight. "Time for your shower, buddy," I called from the kitchen, putting away the last of the dishes. Harry was parked in front of the tv watching bmx stunt videos on YouTube. "Ooh, Tim! Can we make a ramp for my bike?," he asked as I came into the room. "In the shower?," I quipped. "No," he said, getting up. He grinned at my jest. "Do you think we could, though?" "Probably. Right now though, you need to go get in the shower." He pulled his shirt off, turning towards the bathroom, and then back around. He hugged me around my waist, and I lifted him up. "Thanks for the bike, Tim." "I'm glad you love it," I said. "I do love it. A lot." I patted his butt and lowered him back to his feet. He scampered into the bedroom, and a minute later he streaked into the bathroom, getting in the shower with the bathroom door open. I took the little break to open my laptop and log into my mega account, looking through some of my favorite pictures and videos. I had recently deleted the majority of my files, making room for new ones that I'd be adding as people shared their links with me. I checked my email and sighed. "Nothing," I said to myself. "Tim, I need a towel!" "I'll be right there," I answered, closing my laptop. I took my phone out, opened the camera and hit record. I grabbed a towel and tossed it to him, trying to position my phone to capture him without him noticing. "That's it?," he frowned. He wanted to play, and he wanted me to be the aggressor. I put the phone in my pocket, still recording. "You've got a smudge on your face," I lied, acting like I was going to rub his face with the towel. Instead, I quickly wrapped him up in it and slung him over my shoulder. He shrieked and kicked. I tossed him on the bed and removed the phone from my pocket, leaning it against the lamp on my nightstand as he unrolled himself and jumped up, seemingly in one motion. He attacked me and I caught him and put him on his back. He jumped up again and charged at me. I grabbed him, laid him down and straddled him, capturing his legs. "You're going to get it now, boy," I said, tickling his armpits. He flailed and screamed with laughter, unable to move from the waste down. "Is this what you want?" "No, no, stop," he managed to squak through his laughter. I stopped, and he tried to regulate his breathing. His smooth naked body underneath me made me hard. "Yes," he giggled. "That's what I want." I attacked his armpits again, and he shrieked and thrashed under me. After a few seconds, I relented and let him breathe. "It's not fair, he stammered, still trying to catch his breath. "You've got me pinned." I reached my arms underneath him and rolled over onto my back, pulling him on top of me. He quickly stood up and then plopped back on top of me, sitting on my chest. "Are you sure you want to get that little thing this close to my mouth?," I asked him, acting like I was unable to move underneath his weight. He grinned and scooted himself up on me. I worked my arm free from under his leg and pushed him backwards, and he fell off of me. I sat upright, and he was right back on me, ending up on my lap facing me. We both laughed, and I hugged him. "I've got you figured out," I said. "What do you mean?" We were both breathing heavy and enjoying the playful moment. "Well, there's Werewolf, who's a normal man by day that turns into a monster at night, and then there's you," I said, "a normal boy by day who becomes `naked boy, night terror' at night." We both laughed and he pushed me backwards. I allowed him to climb on top of me, pretending the whole time that I wasn't able to stop him. I began narrating his movements. "...and naked boy subdues his victim, rendering him helpless..." as I pushed him to my left and rolled right, out from underneath him. "But Tim shoved naked boy off of him and bought himself another opportunity to escape the one called `night terror.'" We both lay on the bed, laughing. I pulled myself up to him. "Does naked boy, night terror want some ice cream?" "Oooh, yeah!, he said, rolling over me and off of the bed. I got up, grabbed my phone, and followed naked boy into the kitchen, ending the video focusing on his bottom. I got two bowls from the cabinet and he grabbed two spoons from the drawer. "Chocolate or vanilla?," I asked. "Both?" I scooped us both a big scoop of each. "Harry, do you want any chocolate or strawberry syrup, or just plain?" "I'm not Harry, I'm naked boy, night terror," he laughed, and I want strawberry on my vanilla, and chocolate on my chocolate." We sat on the couch eating our ice cream and joking around with each other. "How does naked boy terrorize people, anyway?," I asked. "I don't know," he laughed. "I'm new at this." "Well, you're doing really good at the naked part," I jested. He flashed his innocent boyish grin, his lips half painted with ice cream. "You're starting to sound a little pervy," he laughed. "Well, you're naked again. What did you expect?" He reached his leg out and kicked me, scraping his bowl and sticking his last bite into his mouth. "Maybe I terrorize you by putting you in a trance and turning you into a perv," he laughed. "Sounds about right," I admitted. He got up on his knees. I put my ice cream bowl on the coffee table and reached over to him, pulling him on to my lap. "Okay, naked boy," I said, looking into his eyes. "Put me into a pervy trance." "Look into my eyes," he said mysteriously. "Um... I'm already doing that," I said in a serious voice. He hit me. I pushed him off of my lap into a backwards summer-salt, and he scooted back up next to me. "You are getting sleeeeepy," "Ummmm, excuse me naked boy. I know you're new to this and all, but do you really want me to go to sleep right now?" We both laughed. "Okay," he said, still laughing it off. He found his mysterious voice again. "You are getting pervy," he said through a new round of laughter. "Better!," I said. It's already working!" I pulled my pajamas and under wear off, picked him up and lifted him over my head. He screamed. I lowered him, cradling him in my arms and then dumped him on the couch. He immediately stood on the couch to face me. I grabbed him again, and plopped myself on the couch, holding him across my lap. He scooted up next to me. "You already have a boner?," he laughed. "My trance really worked good! And it's huge!" "You can guarantee that any time that I can see you naked, I'm going to have a boner," I laughed. "And honestly, it's not that big. It's on the small side of average." "Well it's way bigger than mine, he said," touching his flaccid penis. I don't even have one yet." "Well, what are we going to do about that?, naked boy" I asked, getting back into character. "I'm going to make you use that pervy trance to perve on my weiner," he laughed. I grabbed him up and planted him in my lap. His bottom encased my erection like a hotdog in a bun. He reached down and felt me in the length of his crack. My tip rested under his sack, and he explored it with his fingers. I scooped the melted ice cream from my bowl with my fingers and began to rub it all over his bottom and genitals and my erection. I lifted the bowl to the couch and dipped my hand again, and then Harry dipped his. I rubbed him and he rubbed me. I played with his softness until he began to stiffen and then traced my fingers all the way down from his balls to his hole, scooping the rest of the ice cream into his crevice and then rubbing all of him. "Is this okay?," I asked, having switched fully into sensual mode. "Yes," His hand continued to explore my erection that still parted his cheeks. He sat in my lap, knees up close to his chest and his legs open. I began to masterbate him and kiss his cheek. He turned his face toward my lips, and we kissed each other repeatedly. "Harrison, can I suck you?," I whispered into his lips. "Yes." I stood him up in front of me and began to clean his erection with my mouth, dragging my tongue all over his front. I was desperate to feel and savor every detail of him. His hardness teased my tongue and the softness of his sack made me wish that I could just melt into him. Harrison was giving himself to me, continually and freely, begging be to take him through his quiet moans. My hands cupped his chocolate covered bottom and pushed him into my mouth even more, enhancing the feel of his shaft and head in my warm and wet embrace. I laid him down, lifted his legs, and began to clean his bottom. I had chocolate on my face from burying myself as deep into him as I could possibly go. The more I ate of him, the more I wanted. I bathed his young hole with my tongue, circling it and licking it, feeling a desperation that I couldn't fill. I was desperate ti eat all of him, and no matter how long that I partook of his soft hole and its perimeter, there was more to devour. I licked him clean and continued to eat him until I oozed. I lifted my face from him and began massaging the outside of his hole with the head of my slippery, chocolate erection. "Still okay, buddy?" "Yeah. I'm great," "Good. Can I keep going?," I asked, rubbing my erection up and down him and gently pressing his hole. "Yes. Keep going." I rubbed him for another minute, wetting lubing his hole and crack with another small load of precum. My tip barely breached his hole, and I continued to massage him, and then I pressed again. I pressed in to him a little bit more each time until my whole helmet was inside of him. I held that for just a minute to check on him again. "The tip of my boner is inside of your bottom. Are you sure that you're still okay?" "Yeah. It doesn't hurt or anything," he said. I pulled out and softly reentered him. "Still okay, buddy? "Still okay." I continued pushing in, seemingly a milimeter at a time, until my pubic bone was against his bottom. "I'm all the way in, buddy," I said. "It feels really good!" I began to increase my movement inside of him, still taking extreme care not to hurt him. I fondled his erection while gently pushing myself in to him, and I released my load into his soft young boyhole. I pulled out of him and moved back down to bring him to orgasm. I had an insatiable appetite for his penis, and he delivered, pushing himself into my mouth as far as he could. His young boy penis pulsed against my tongue, straining for more of my warm and wet, soft traction on his sensitive and eager erection. I eased my finger into his rectum and massaged him while he rocked his hips. We found each other's perfect rhythm, and we both locked into it together. My lips and tongue provided the perfect motion and suction for his penis and my finger penetrated and retracted inside of him at the perfect depth and rate with his gyrations. His moans and grunts were music to my ears as his youthful body tingled with prepubescent sexual electricity. I wished that he could cum in my mouth, but try as he might, he was still too much of a little boy to deliver any boy honey. I picked him up and carried him to bed and I laid down with him on top of me. "Tim?" "Yeah, buddy?" "How can my weiner make my whole body feel so good like that?" I touched his penis. "Your weiner makes my whole body feel good, too." "It does?," he said, rolling over on me. I smiled. "Can I kiss you?" He stretched himself up to meet my lips and we kissed. I rolled over on my side and we faced eachother. "I didn't hurt your bottom," did I? "No, it didn't hurt. That was the first time I've had a penis in there" he said, without any childish reaction. "Did you like it?" "Yeah. I mean, it was different, but it felt good. "Did you know that I came inside of you?" "Yeah." I think there's still some in there. "Yeah, there probably is. You can go sit on the toilet and let it drain out, or it'll probably work its way out in the sheets overnight." "Tim?" "Yeah?" "You can kiss my penis some more if you want to. You don't have to get it hard or anything. Just some soft kisses." I obliged the boy and kissed his soft young boyhood, gently nuzzling him and breathing in his scent. "That feels really nice," he said. I kissed him for several minutes before laying back down next to him. "Well, it looks like I survived the attack of naked boy, night terror," I said. "Yeah." He laughed. "Naked boy, night terror. That's actually really funny." I eased my shoulder under his head and my hand slid down his back and held his bottom. "You played the part well," I said. He smiled. "Thank you for the bike. I really love it." "You're welcome, kiddo." "Was that a birthday present, too?" "Yeah I guess we can call it that." "Well I really, really love it, but you're still my best birthday present." I kissed his face and lips. "I really, really love you," I said. "Who? Harrison or naked boy, night terror?," he asked with a giggled. "Both of you. I love you both very much." "They both really love you, too." "Well, they should both give me a hug and kiss good night," I said. He put his arm around my shoulder and scooted in to me, squeezing me. Then his lips gently pressed into mine. "That's from Harrison." Then he crawled on top of me in an attack hug. I playfully spanked his bottom while he squeezed me hard. He planted several quick kisses on my lips, and then a long final kiss that made me tingle. "That's was from naked boy," he said, rolling back over, becoming a little bit giddy. "Wow, that naked boy is a good kisser, maybe even better than Harrison," I said. "No. Naked boy is a wild beast. I'm pretty sure that Harrison is a better kisser," he played along. "Well, I think that Harrison needs to prove it," I said. "Don't you?" I turned toward him and faced him. He kissed me once softly and held it for just a second. Then he kissed me again, and then again. "Well, that's a pretty good start," I teased. "What? A good start? Those were good kisses," he said. Way better than naked boy, night terror's kisses," he laughed. "Well, maybe," I kidded. He kissed me again, and I introduced the tip of my tongue. "Try it like that," I said, pulling him up on top of me. He did. His next kiss was a little slower and softer, and his next even more. "Now those are some good Harrison kisses," I said, and then I kissed him again. "Way better than naked boy's kisses." I reached down and gently took his penis in my fingers. "Just wait until naked boy, night terror hears about that. He'll be so jealous." "Well, he better practice, then, don't you think?" "Yeah," Harry chuckled. Harrison fell asleep lying spread out on top of me, just like the night before. I felt around me, looking for my phone, and I found it and snapped some pictures of us. Then I silenced my volume and went to the video that I took of us earlier when we were playing on the bed. I took a few dozen screen shots and uploaded them to my mega account so that I'd have some new material to share. Then I went to my email and opened my last saved draft - another chapter of the story that I was working on about me and Harrison. I re-read it for the umpteenth time, and finding it satisfying, I decided to send the email. Wanting to expand my mega collection, I added the tag line, `If you've enjoyed this story so far, share a link or two' at the end of the chapter. I didn't know if anyone would actually respond or not, but I thought that it was worth a try. Harrison rolled over. I pulled him into me and held him close, touching him while he slept. `'In the morning, we're definitely comparing boners,' I thought to myself. I fell asleep touching him and holding him in my arms.