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Chapter 7.

Big Brother

Saturday evening October 31st, the sun was in the process of setting. Not that anybody could see the sun anyway, it being covered by a thick layer of clouds. The weather report said it wasn’t going to rain, though it looked that way. It wasn’t going to stop kids from going outside regardless, it was Halloween after all.

Over the past few days, Michael and Jason had continued their “practice” sometimes more than once a day. They still called it practice but really, it was just sex. They discussed that they would indeed go back to streaming once they were comfortable, they even took a few videos of pictures and uploaded them to gauge reactions. Comments were overall a lot more positive than before.

They hadn’t done anything today though, they didn’t have the privacy needed. The boys were at Jason’s house and Jason’s little brother, Harry, had been harassing them all day. Jason was lying on his bed fiddling with his phone while Michael shuffled through the many boxes that were laying around, it was also a basement after all. Michael had finally found something close to what he was looking for, it was a pair of devil horns, there was even a small clip-on tail.

He picked them up and showed them to Jason, “This should do, can’t believe you still have this stuff.”

“Huh, what’s that?” Jason asked looking up from his phone.

“You wore this for halloween about three years ago. It had a suit that went with it but I couldn’t find it, plus it wouldn’t fit me anyway.”

“Huh, cool.” Jason didn’t care. “Are you really going to go?”

“Trick-or-Treating? Yeah I am, you should too.”

“Why though, let’s just stay here and pr-”

“I know what you’re going to say and no, we’ll have time for that later. Besides, who else is going to bring Harry trick-or-treating.” Michael pulled up the hood of his jacket and put the devil horns over it, then worked on clipping on the tail through the belt loops of his pants. “Your parents won’t do it and you don’t want to either. You should really treat him better, he’s your little bro.”

“He’s an annoying little kid,” Jason growled.

Michael frowned in genuine frustration and grabbed Jason’s arm, attempting to pull him on his feet. “Come on, stop being such an asshole.”

“I don’t wanna, we’re too old to be trick-or-treating anyway,” Jason pulled away and sat back down.

“You’re such a fucking dick, we did it last year. You won’t even do it for me?” Michael gave up, he wanted Jason to be with him but realized it was pointless. He decided that he’d be the big brother to Harry instead. It wasn’t the worst thing to him, he always wanted a little brother and was more than fine taking Jason’s mantle.

The door to Jason’s room swung open and the stomping of feet was heard descending the staircase. “I’m ready, pika-pika!” shouted Harry. He was dressed up as Pikachu. A pretty cheap costume but adorable nonetheless. It was essentially a onesie with an eared hood, he even went through the trouble of using red face paint to color his cheeks.

“See what I mean, loud and annoying.” Jason rolled his eyes and Michael kicked him in the shin, “OW!... asshole.”

“What’s going on?” Harry titled his head and asked.

“Nothing Harry, Jay is just tired.” Michael walked up to him and patted the top of his head, “You look great though,” he smiled.

“Are you coming Jay?” Harry asked.

“Nah,” Jason reclined onto his back. “I’m going to take a nap, Mike will take you.”

Harry frowned, he seemed disappointed. He grabbed Michael’s hand and spoke, “Oh, okay.”

Michael shook his head and said, “Alright, we’re going. See you later, Jay.”

“Hold up,” Jason held out Michael’s phone that he had left on the bed, “You’re forgetting this.”

Michael walked over to him and took his phone back. He whispered in Jason’s ear “I’m not sucking you off tonight.” He walked back to Harry.

Jason still wasn’t going to change his mind though. Although he remembered back to last with him lying on his back, looking down across his naked body watching Michael between his legs swallowing his dick. He loved that sensation but he was too stubborn to go back on his word.

“Alright let’s go,” Michael placed his hand on Harry’s back and led him up the stairs.

Before they exited the room, Harry turned to Jay and said softly. “Bye Jay.”

“See ya,” Jason replied coldly.

As they left the house Michael let out an exasperated sigh. He liked Harry a lot but he really wished Jason would come with them. As they walked onto the sidewalk Michael felt Harry grab his hand and hold it. Michael blushed, “Do we have to hold hands while walking? Aren’t you old enough?”

“It just helps me feel safer, especially since my parents aren’t here.” Harry replied shyly.

“It’s halloween, there’s a lot of people out right now, nothing is going to happen to you.”

“Oh, a-alright fine…” Harry hung his head and calmly took his hand away from Michael’s.

Sensing Harry’s disappointment, Michael realized that he shouldn’t let him down like that. Especially after his real big brother refused to come. He quickly grabbed Harry’s hand back and held it. “Nah, it’s fine. If it helps you then I don’t mind.”

Harry curled a smile. If the tail on his onesie were a part of his body, it would wiggle in joy. “Thanks, Mikey.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The boys walked around with each other, hand in hand, until they saw a house that looked like it was taking trick or treaters. It had just gotten dark. They rang the doorbell and were greeted with a woman in her fifties.

“P-pika!” Harry held out his empty bag and exclaimed.

“Oh aren’t you an adorable little… yellow thing?” The woman said.

“I’m a pikachu…” Harry sighed.

Harry got his candy and with Michael in hand, walked to the next house. A few houses later the young boy’s bag got heavier and heavier. Michael was mostly ignored, he was offered candy occasionally which he stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. But since he barely had a costume, people just assumed he was a chaperone for the younger boy and not an actual trick-or-treater.

Harry’s mood improved in tandem to the amount of sweets he had collected. The candy wasn’t the cause of his slowly brightening night though, it was Michael. Michael held his hand while they moved house to house, played along with his jokes, and offered him candy that Michael didn’t want at that moment.

In Michael’s mind he felt similar, he was having fun. But like Harry, he wished that Jason was here with them. He couldn’t be genuinely angry at Jason, he was too attached for that. But for a moment the desire to be holding Jason’s hand instead flashed into his head. It was a brief thought, gone as soon as it came. He didn’t question why the image came into his head, he just shook his head and tried blocking it out, he thought it was stupid. At least he was feeling like the big brother he always dreamt of being.

Half an hour into their trick-or-treating they had made their way close to the more urban area of town. A soft thunder was heard rolling on the clouds above them suddenly. Harry looked up towards the sky, “Is it going to rain?”

“Not sure, I heard it wasn’t supposed to. It’s just a little thunder anyway.” Michael shrugged.

“I don’t want to get wet though,” Harry whined and nervously bent over slightly.

“It’s just water, it’ll probably just drizzle.” Michael eyed Harry, his face and posture showed that he was worried. Michael sighed, “do you wanna go home then?”

“M-maybe… a few more houses should be alright.”

“Are you sure?” The hidden truth was that Michael was tired of walking around, he was the indoors kid after all. He was doing this for Harry first and foremost. Nevertheless he wouldn’t want Harry to leave unsatisfied. “Your bag could hold some more.”

“I-” Harry began to speak but suddenly rain started pouring down harder. It was drenching the defenseless boys, and screams of other children began ringing as they ran for cover, at least the ones who didn’t have the intuition to bring an umbrella. Harry didn’t scream through, he was always quiet in public. Instead he whimpered and closed the hood of his pikachu onesie tighter. “Noooo…”

“Shit,” Michael cursed the circumstance he found himself in. The weather report didn’t say rain. “How could technology be so far along yet still be so wrong,” he thought. He closed up his own hoodie and put his arm around Harry, then searched for a place to keep dry, or rather from getting wetter than they were.

“Mikey, my costume!” Harry whined. Michael was a bit peeved at Harry stating the obvious, but he stayed quiet and kept to his search.

Eventually he found an alleyway with a stone archway connecting two buildings on a road leading downtown. Michael wondered how old this building must be, it looked so old-fashioned, but it was perfect. “Yes!” Michael cheered as both boys were no longer exposed. Thunder roared and the sky lit up in a flash of lightning, but they were now protected from the elements.

The alleyway was well lit for what it was, a yellowish light on each end. One on each end, and conveniently one of which was right under the archway. A lucky set of coincidences, Michael probably wouldn’t have noticed the archway if it weren’t for this light.

Suddenly Michael felt a smaller body hug his chest. He immediately knew it was Harry, who else could it be. But suddenly he felt a warm sensation in his chest as the smaller boy clinged to him. He had never had such wholesome interaction with someone younger than him. “It’s cold,” Harry said muffled into the pre-teen’s chest.

Michael placed a hand on the back of Harry’s head, then another one on his back. It was damp. He hugged Harry back. “Alright we’ll get out of here and go home.”

“How? It’s raining harder.”

“I’ll call y- Jason.” Michael almost said “your brother” but held himself back. Not for Harry’s sake or anything, but for the fact he wanted to keep his delusion that he was actually Harry’s older brother. Was this the brotherly love he always saw in tv and movies? Surely those were just dramatizations. But if that were the case, why did he feel so good right now. Even though Harry feld cold and uncomfortable.

Michael stopped thinking about it too much and picked out his phone from his pocket, luckily no water damage or anything, they hadn’t been out in the rain that long. He called up Jason, no answer. If anything were to sour Michael’s mood in the harshest way, it would be if Jason deliberately didn’t answer. He texted Jason next.

Mike: u fucking dick, answer ur phone!

He called again, still no answer. “Fuck,” he growled, although quietly.

“He didn’t answer…” Harry said as if he expected it to happen. Unknown to Michael, he was on the verge of tears. He felt betrayed by his big brother but still gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“He’s probably just busy, I texted him. Don’t worry.” Although Michael himself was worried, he didn’t want to make Harry even sadder than he was.

A minute passed in silence as they held each other. They needed to wait it out. Suddenly the sound of footsteps splashing on the wet ground drew closer and closer. A tall figure with an umbrella came into view, the person noticed the boys and turned his head to them before stopping. It looked like a young man, assumingly in his twenties. He eyed Michael for what felt like ten seconds, then looked Harry huddled to his chest.

“You kids okay?” The man said, his voice soft and non-threatening.

“Y-yeah,” Michael replied. Harry looked over as well and nodded.

“You two don’t look alright, I guess you didn’t bring an umbrella.” The man forced out a chuckle, trying to sound appealing. “What are your names?”

Neither boy replied.

“I’m sorry,” The man laughed nervously. “Do you kids need some help? My name’s Johnny”

“I’m Harry,” the nine year-old spoke up.

Michael was surprised Harry was the first to speak up like that. He shrugged, “Mike… my name’s Mike”

The man mouthed some words but the boys couldn’t tell what they were. “Are you two friends or-”

“He’s my little brother.” Michael interrupted. A lie that he didn’t know the reason for saying. Harry looked up to Michael for a moment, his arms never unwrapping himself from his fake brother’s torso.

“Where are you parents at, are they around?”

“No,” Harry said. Michael wanted himself to do the talking but didn’t know how to bring it up without attracted attention.

“Do you boys need a walk home then? How far do you live?”

“Far,” Michael blurted out quickly. Avoiding the specifics figuring it would be a bad idea to tell a stranger they just met where Jason and Harry live.

“Oh, then why don’t we just walk to my house, you boys could come in, dry yourselves off, have a drink. Then I’ll drive you home.”

“N-no, we have a friend who’s coming to get us.” Michael said unconvincingly. Harry knew that was a lie but didn’t say anything, he trusted Michael.

“Are you sure? I bet it’s cold out here, you can just stay for a few.”

Michael had no reason in his mind to keep insisting no, the man seemed like a nice guy who was just trying to help. Maybe if Harry wasn’t with him he’d take up the man’s offer but in his mind he felt it best to wait until Jason called back. Regardless, he was running out of excuses and needed something to say. In the middle of his thoughts his phone started ringing, it was Jason.

Michael immediately answered, “Hello?”

“What’s up, why’d you call?” Jason said tiredly.

“You’re right down the street? Just walk a bit until you see the old buildings with the arche.”

“What?” Jason said, confused.

“Alright, looks like you guys don’t need me. Have a spooky night, kiddos.” Johnny said as he walked away.

Michael breathed a heavy sigh of relief, he felt like the smartest kid in the world at that moment. “Alright Jay, I need you to come get us,” He whispered. “It’s pouring out here and we’re trapped.”

“Ugh… alright. Where?”

Michael gave directions as to where they were, it only took fifteen minutes for Jason to get there to Michael and Harry’s hideaway. Michael assumed he must’ve hurried. Jason brought two umbrellas, assuming that one wasn’t enough. When Harry was given the option to choose to hide under Jason’s umbrella, or Michael’s, he chose the latter. Jason did not care where Harry settled, but Michael certainly did. Michaels mind was a jumble and didn’t think too much into it, he was just happy Harry was by his side instead of his actual brother’s.

The air was cold and harsh and wind blew in from the side, the umbrellas were near useless if the rain wasn’t hitting them from above. “Mikey, I’m still getting wet” Harry complained.

“I know, me too. We’re almost there.” He hugged the small boy closer and did his best to block the onslaught of rain. He looked at Jason and Jason looked back, Michael imagined that he stuck his tongue out at his friend as if to say “Haha he’s mine now!” He didn’t though, he thought it would be too embarrassing to show that he cared so much for Harry’s affection. Just earlier he briefly wished he had been holding Jason’s hand trick-or-treating, but that thought seemed to have left him at the moment.

Unknown to Michael, Jason was actually jealous of his little brother as he watched them. He wished he was the one sharing an umbrella with Michael, huddled close and comfy, or as comfy as one could get in such brutal weather. He brought two umbrellas hoping that Harry would use one by himself.

Michael decided to break the silence, “Why didn’t you answer by the way.” He asked, directed at Jason.

“Oh, I was busy… and my phone was on silent.” Jason scratched his head.

“Busy with what?”

Jason didn’t immediately reply with words, only giving Michael a knowing face. Harry witnessed this but didn’t know what it meant. “I’ll tell you later,” Jason said with a wink and a smile. It was the first time Jason had smiled since Michael and Harry left to trick-or-treat. Michael understood that Jason was doing something he couldn’t say in front of his little brother, or anybody else for that matter, but he wondered what the sudden smile was for.

As they entered Jason’s house Michael let out the happiest sigh, “God, finally.” He folded the umbrella and threw it into the basket next to the door. Harry was still shivering as he placed his candy bag down. Jason did what Michael had done and began stretching.

“I’m going to lay down. You coming, Mike?” Jason said, yawning.

“Yeah sure,” Michael answered plainly while feeling black hair, which had stayed relatively dry. He felt something tug on his arm. He looked to his side and saw Harry looking up at him. Their faces were close, Harry was only a head shorter than Michael.

Michael stared confused for a few seconds before speaking up, “What?”

Harry seemed hesitant to say anything, he moved his eyes to Jason and quickly back to Michael. He leaned up and whispered, “Can you hang out with me a little more?”

Michael was shocked, usually Harry would try to insert himself into whatever Michael and Jason were doing. But he was seemingly asking Michael to be alone with him. Michael didn’t overthink it, he didn’t want to. Jason was his best friend and would always stay his best friend. But he couldn’t ignore the attention starved younger boy who looked up to him so much. The brother’s parents weren’t much about giving attention to their kids, it was most likely the reason Jason acted out so much since he was little. And if Jason wasn’t going to be there for Harry right now, then Michael had to. It wasn’t entirely a selfless act anyway.

Michael nodded and turned to Jason. “I’ll come down later, I’m going to eat candy with Harry for a bit.”

Jason immediately scoffed, a hint of anger and perhaps jealousy in his tone. “Fine,” Jason hid his frustration and walked into his room at a brisk pace, not saying another word. Michael wasn’t one to not notice the signs of his best friend in a bad mood, but he chalked it up to Jason being too clingy and figured they’d work it out later.

“Come on!” Harry took Michael’s hand and carried his bag of candy with him upstairs.

The quiet and depressed Harry was gone as they entered the boy’s room. He threw his candy bag onto the bed and quickly shut the door. He jumped onto his bed gleefully rummaged through his bag. He paid no attention to the fact his soaked costume was dampening his bed. Michael sat on the edge and watched.

“Take whatever you want, Mikey.” Harry said as he munched on a chocolate bar.

“You sure? It’s your candy, man.”

“Yes I’m sure, my candy is your candy.” Harry certainly wasn’t one to be selfish of his plunder. Jason and Michael shared their candy all the time but that was when Michael also had some to share.

“Alright,” Michael shrugged and took out a blue jolly rancher to suck on. He remembered that he had scored candy as well. He took it out of his pocket and threw it in Harry’s bag. “You can have mine, I don’t need it.” Michael assumed it was better to give it to Harry than have Jason hog it later on even though he didn’t do anything to earn it.

Harry grinned. “Hey Mikey,” he said as he was chewing.

“What’s up?”

“Do you think that man we met was nice?”

“The one in the alley? I’m not sure, maybe.”

“He seemed kinda nice, I hated being in the alley, it was scary.” He swallowed his chocolate and unwrapped another.

“It wasn’t nice, that’s for sure. I’m glad Jay came at the right time.”

Harry didn’t say anything back, he just stared down chewing his candy. As his adrenaline slowed, he remembered he was cold and began shivering.

Michael was too but he was used to being cold, he didn’t have as much meat to him as other kids his age did. “You cold?”

“Freezing!”

“Take that costume off…” Michael looked around the room and saw a heater, the same kind Jason uses for his room. “And stand in front of the heater,” He got up and turned it on before placing himself on the ground in front of it.

Harry hurried over and sat on his knees. He fingered the zipper but it wouldn’t budge. The zipper was stuck and no matter how much Harry twisted or turned his wrist, no progress was made. “Mikey can you help me?”

“Mhm,” Michael reached over and started tugging the zipper. “Damn,” he started putting more force into it. Every time he pulled down, Harry’s body jerked in tandem and he giggled.

“Stupid zipper!” Harry laughed.

“Come on!” Harry’s hand was getting tired but he persevered. With all the strength he could muster from his exhausted stat he managed to yank the zipper as far as it could go in a flash. His eyes followed his hand and in less than a second he surprisingly found that he was now staring at Harry’s penis, jutting out the split in his onesie soft and nestled against his body. Michael’s jaw dropped in an instant and he froze still.

“Yay, thanks!” Harry jumped to his feet and shed the rest of his costume then sat nude on his knees in front of the heater. He held his hands in front of him and sighed in relief.

Michael sat still staring with his mouth agape. He kept his eyes on Harry’s naked body, small pink nipples, hairless smooth skin that seemed glowing, a tight ball sack that had not yet dropped, a soft and flaccid penis that seemed longer than average for his age and a smooth round butt that his heels dug into. Michael thought to himself that he needed to snap out of it, “It’s not a big deal” he thought. He had seen Jason naked at Harry’s age. Though he couldn’t remember feeling what he was feeling now, was it because Michael had started to experience puberty? Was it lust?

“The zipper is broken!” Harry said. It snapped Michael back into reality and he realized he had been holding the end of the zipper the entire time.

“S-sorry,” Michael croaked, his voice sounding more hoarse.

“ Aw, I was going to use the costume as pajamas…” He took the zipper from Michaels hand and inspected it. “It’s alright, maybe my Dad can fix it or something.” He stood up and placed it on a counter before sitting back down.

Something on Michael’s face must’ve given him away, even Harry seemed to have noticed. “What’s wrong Mikey?”

“Oh, uhm… why didn’t you wear clothes under your costume?”

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know. It was already comfy, and felt nice that way.”

“Oh…”

“Do you want me to put clothes back on?” Harry said with concern.

“N-no… it’s alright. I’m just surprised.” Michael thought that maybe he should say yes, but feasting his eyes on Harry’s nakedness seemed irresistible at the moment. A voice in the back of his suggested maybe it was wrong to feel this way, Harry was innocent. He couldn’t deny how his body was feeling, he tried his best to hide his erection.

“Are your clothes uncomfortable too?” Harry asked. Michael figured he must’ve been too conspicuous adjusting his pants.

“A little.”

“You can take yours off too. I don’t care.” Harry shrugged.

Michael began to doubt the situation, maybe Harry wasn’t innocent? “No, I’m alright. It’s not that bad.” He thought that Harry must be innocent. If he were to get naked his boner would be on full display. Michael thought that was a step too far.

“Hm…” Harry looked despondent by Michael’s refusal. He didn’t mind being the only naked person in the room but it certainly didn’t build any confidence. “Do you still want some candy?”

“Yeah, sure.” Michael nodded. Harry stood up and walked over to the bed. It finally gave Michael a good view of the boy’s butt. His dick strained itself in his pants, he desperately wanted release but felt it had to wait. He’d enjoy himself here as long as he could.

Harry came back with the bag and placed it between them. He dug through and found some gummies. Looking to distract himself from the awkwardness, he opened the bag of gummies, “Watch this!” He exclaimed. He tossed a gummy up into the air, opened his lips and caught it in his mouth.

Michael finally smiled again, “Nice! You practice that often?”

“Mhm, mostly with popcorn or something. I’m pretty good at it!” Harry bragged.

“Okay,” Michael reached over and grabbed one out of the bag. He copied Harry by doing the same.

“Woah, you can do it too?”

Michael nodded. He didn’t have the heart to tell Harry it wasn’t that hard. But now the boys were smiling again and Michael couldn’t get over how when Harry smiled it made him even more beautiful. Michael thought of taking some pictures of Harry naked while he could, but didn’t know how he could make it look natural. He even pondered the possibility of sharing Harry on the website for clout. “NO NO NO NO!” A voice in his head screamed. He then felt terrible that the thought of doing that entered his head. Here was a sweet boy who was fulfilling his fantasy of being a big brother to somebody and he thought of taking advantage of him without consent like that.

Michael couldn’t linger on his guilt for long as Harry continued horsing around. “Let’s play a game!” Harry said.

“Oh… what kind of game?”

“We’ll throw some into the air and see who catches it with their mouth first.”

“Alright, what does the winner get?”

“Huh? I was just suggesting it for fun, what do you want to win?”

“Oh,” Michael felt dumb, of course it wasn’t a competition. “Nothing, nevermind. Just for fun.”

“Okay, come close.”

The fact that a naked boy like Harry asking him to move closer sent many dirty thoughts through Michael’s mind. He needed to shut those thoughts out. He moved the bag and sat directly next to Harry. He suddenly wished he had at least taken off his hoodie. He fantasized what skin on skin contact with Harry felt like. Michael wanted to, no, NEEDED to find out. He shed his hoodie as fast as he could.

“Are you taking off your clothes too?” Harry asked.

“Just the shirt, it was getting a little hot.” Michael still couldn’t get fully nude, he had no idea how Harry would react to seeing a hard dick. And he didn’t think it would be right to do that to Harry. But now Michael was able to get a taste of what Harry feels like even if it was just his side, it was as soft as he imagined. Michael felt like he had gone to heaven. It was different than when he and Jason would fool around. There was an unknown excitement he had never felt before. The innocence, the difference in age, the brotherly affection, it was all taboo and it all felt good. Perhaps Michael was desensitized to Jason that being so close to someone else made Michael feel so excited. Michael was glad heartbeats weren’t loud.

“Okay are you ready?” Harry asked.

“Yeah,” Michael said smoothly, grinning ear to ear.

“One…. two…” Harry tossed a gummy into the air and both boys opened wide. Michael, being taller than Harry gave him the advantage.

Their bodies squished together and Michael was able to catch it in his mouth first. “Woo!” Michael victoriously raised his hands in the air.

“Not fair, you’re bigger!”

“So? I didn’t push you or anything.”

“Get lower so that we’re the same size,” Harry demanded.

“Alright fine, chill.” Michael giggled and leaned lower with his hand stretched out behind his back. His left hand was close to the boy’s ass. He wondered how it felt but he couldn’t simply grab it. He took a gummy from the bag that was placed in Harry’s hand, “Alrighty… one… two…” He tossed the second piece in the air. Harry tried his best with his cheek touching Harry’s but Michael still ended up victorious.

“You didn’t throw it right!” Harry said laughing.

“What do you mean?” Michael replied, chewing.

“You threw it up in the air on your side, so I couldn’t get it.”

“You’re just imagining things.”

“Nuh-uh, you cheater.” Harry said playfully. Michael could tell he was having fun.

“Let me do it.” Harry said as he grabbed the third piece. He eyed Michael for a little and smiled mischievously. He suddenly tossed one in the air without any countdown. It took Michael by surprise and he scrambled to catch it. Both boys pushed against each other and the gummy landed on Michael’s chin and fell unto the floor, they missed. Michael quickly grabbed it from the ground.

“Noooo!” Harry giggled and threw himself onto Michael, toppling him over. Michael while on his back held the gummy tightly in his hand, not phased that the naked little boy was on top of him. If he was paying attention he’d relish in the fact Harry’s soft penis was touching his stomach, but he was completely immersed in the game.

“Give it to me!” Harry said.

“No, what are you going to do about it?” Michael mocked. He attempted to put the candy in his mouth but Harry stopped him by grabbing his arms.

“No, mine!” Harry leaned forward. Michael held the gummy between his fingers, which allowed Harry to grab on end of it with his teeth. Michael leaned his head up and grabbed the other of the gummy with his teeth.

Both ends of the gummy were grabbed by the teeth of two grinning young boys. Their lips only mere inches apart. A lightbulb flickered on in Michael’s head, this might be his chance. Harry’s lips were right in front of his. “No,” that dissenting voice in his mind rang again. Harry’s face didn’t give Michael the impression that he was looking to be kissed. The urge was too strong, but Michael couldn’t bring himself to give in. He let go of the stretched out gummy and it snapped to Harry’s side.

Harry raised his arms and chewed his prize. “I win!”

Michael, no longer under concerned in the friendly competition, glazed his eyes up and down Harry’s slim frame. His breath quivered. Harry’s penis still soft and laid upon Michael’s belly. His firm legs hugging Michael’s sides. Michael knew he should close his eyes to calm himself but he didn’t want to. He noticed there were two options; Give in, or he was going to pass out. An exaggerated thought for sure, but felt plainly real to Michael. He needed to do something he chose to give in. He placed his hands on Harry’s hips and squeezed. Michael let out a quiet moan.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, the smile and giggly mood never leaving him.

“Huh?” Michael froze again. “Shit!” He thought to himself, he started to fear he messed up and ruined it all.

“Are you trying to tickle me?” Harry titled his head to the side.

“Wha-... I…” The solution to Michael’s woes suddenly dawned on him. All he needed to do was get off under the guise of playing. He couldn’t come to the conclusion whether Harry’s question was an invitation to play, or to simply touch him more. “Yeah…” Michael smirked and ran his hands around Harry’s tummy.

“Haha, stop!” Harry could have leaped off of Michael anytime he wanted, but he didn’t.

“Oh my god,” Michael whispered. He couldn’t remember being this horny, even with Jason. A hand brushed up against Harry’s nipple but didn’t linger, it would’ve been too obvious. He started lightly tickling the kid’s armpits

“Hehe,” Harry giggled but he didn’t squirm. “You’re not even trying.” He taunted.

Michael smiled and flipped Harry over on to his back, now Michael was on top. This is the position he wanted to be in, Harry was smaller after all. He tickled the boy’s side as he laid defenseless underneath him. Giggling and smiling constantly.

“You still got the red cheeks on you.”

“Pika!” Harry said happily. It was possibly the best thing Michael could’ve heard in that moment short of Harry asking Michael to suck his dick. Michael playfully licked the red circle on Harry’s cheek. “Eww!” And there was the worst thing Michael could’ve possibly heard, but he wasn’t going to let it ruin this for him. Besides, Harry seemed unphased.

“I’m going to tickle you with my tongue.” Michael said before he dug in.

“Nooo,” Harry’s refusal wasn’t serious, he kept laughing. Michael licked the boy’s cheek again, “Stooop!” Harry said giggling.

It took all of Michael’s willpower to not take his cock out and start stroking it right then. Maybe if he could rub himself against Harry, he could get off. It was a gamble, but Michael had gotten this far. He lowered his pelvis just enough to get his dick pressed against Harry, right between his leg and his cute cock. Michael glanced down for a split second, Harry’s cock was still soft. Maybe Michael really was the only one who was getting sexual pleasure out of this. Still, he already found his cock was being massaged by Harry’s squirming. He began to fear the possibility that Harry might ask why it felt like a rigid foreign object was pushing up against him. Michael had to keep him distracted.

“Get off!”

“No, you’re mine!” Michael tried to stay in play mode as much as he could. He wished it would be as easy as taking his dick out and getting Harry to blow him, but he didn’t have the courage to go that route. He moved his hands down again and started touching Harry’s tummy.

“Ahh!” Harry started to tickle back. He erratically ran his fingers around Michael’s shirtless torso.

It distracted Michael, he didn’t quite enjoy it. “Oh no you don’t!” Michael flipped the little boy on his stomach so he couldn’t reach behind to retaliate. Michael felt like he was in full control, unlike with Jason when it was more of a partnership. “Oh God, Harry” he whispered softer than the boy could hear. Michael couldn’t take the torture any longer.

“Mikey!” Harry laughed.

Michael didn’t answer, he placed a hand on Harry’s belly right above his dick, and another on his chest to hold him still. Then lifted just enough that Michael’s cock was touching Harry’s butt. It was a shame Michael had to keep the cloth of his pants between his cock and Harry’s gorgeous ass, but feeling such smooth skin with his hands was enough. He leaned his head forward and licked Harry’s back.

“Your tongue feels weird!” Harry said.

Michael subtly moved his hips back and forth, pressing against the boy’s ass. His hands clenched up, the tickling stopped. Combined with Harry’s squirming, he felt like he had discovered the best pleasure in the world. If only he had his pants off, or hell, Harry’s small cock in his mouth. Michael had kept his hands away from Harry’s penis this whole time, he had to find out what it felt like. He quickly cupped Harry’s dick and felt it, like a feral animal in heat he abandoned all pretense that this was just playing.

“H-hey!” Harry chuckled.

Michael couldn’t determine where Harry was actually soft or hard. It felt more firm than a soft dick usually does, but how would Michael know what Harry’s usually felt like when he’d never felt it before? It didn’t matter, it was too late for him, the deed was done. Michael started to hump with more ferocity as he fiddled Harry’s cock. This was it, this is what he wanted. Harry was speaking but Michael’s sense of hearing disappeared, only sight, touch, smell, and taste remained. He rolled his fingers around Harry’s tight balls, then grabbed his shaft. It was unmistakable now, Harry had an erection. Michael kissed Harry’s neck and moaned, “Fuck.” Michael’s cock bursted in intense pleasure in his pants. He let out a long sigh throughout his orgasm as his hot breath hit Harry’s skin.

“Mikey…” Harry nervously giggled.

As Michael came down from the high of his heated orgasm, his hearing came back to him. He realized what he had just done. Before his cock could even go back to soft he started to worry about the consequences. He let go of Harry gently and sat up, sweating and panting.

Harry stayed on his belly, his ass still facing Michael but Michael was no longer paying attention. “That was a weird tickling game,” Harry said softly.

“A… game…?” Michael realized that Harry really was innocent. And that he might’ve just broken that innocence.

“Yeah, was that not a game?”

Michael didn’t mean to speak out loud. Michael wondered if he should come clean or keep playing to his innocence, he might get in trouble if he did. He needed an excuse. “Well, tickling isn’t really a game but yeah. It’s a special game.” He tried to put on an awkward smile.

“Hm,” Harry was lost in thought for a moment. His face didn’t give the impression he was bothered, just curious.

“I’m.. sorry,” Michael’s guilt took over.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because, I should’ve asked you if you wanted to play that game.” Michael hung his head.

“It’s okay, I like doing stuff with you. You don’t have to be sorry… I wish Jason would play with me.”

It was amazing to Michael, Harry didn’t seem angry or sad at what just happened. “How’d it make you feel?”

“I don’t know.” Harry sat up and turned to Michael, covering his privates while doing so. “It was… it was pretty fun, I guess.” Harry shrugged. Michael couldn’t tell if Harry was being sincere or not.

“Well, can you do me a favor?” Michael asked shyly.

“What?”

“Don’t tell anybody we did this.”

To Be Continued.