Harry the Harlot

Harry ruffled his hair. His step brother, sweet little Keen, was still sleeping. His cherubic face was peaceful and he had a slight smile touching his lips. Harry wanted that directed at him. He didn't want some vague, formless dream getting all that good lovin'.

"FUCKER." A pillow was thrown with deadly accuracy.

"ugh, fuck you, aussi."

ha, not so cute and innocent now, was he?

"you know you want this body, babe."

"of course. just like you want a taste of this fine ass."

Harry had to admit, he was right on that one.

xxx

"hey, hey! Harry, Harry the harlot!"

turning, he put on his customary smirk.

a boy, looking quite a few years older than him, came up and said, "yeh, there's a party tonight, and, y'know, you're invited, as usual. you still the same?"

"still the same? of course, babe."

"well, you're invited, and feel free to bring that brother of yours."

"step-brother," Harry corrected, but that kid was already gone.

xxx

"you know I don't do this shit, lottie," Keen muttered as they walked up to the house, full of people and smoke and booze.

"yeh, but I do, so you, being the ever loyal step brother you are, does to."

"your logic, I must admit, is infallible."

"Je sais, je sais," Harry replied, opening the door and walking inside.

xxx

"oh, oh yeh, that's it."

Harry grinned around his mouthful of cock, sucking down hard and playing with the guy's scrotum.

"fuck, harlot, you got skillz," one of the boys looking on with half-lidded eyes muttered. another was wanking furiously, not trying to hide the fact, and he shot his load with a groan.

the boy Harry was servicing came, and he made sure to milk it for all he was worth.

A wad of bejamins was thrust in his face, and he grabbed it, and then the line continued.

xxx

Keen stared at Harry, his step brother, whoring himself off. it was hot, it was kinky, and it made him stiff.

he got in the line, and Harry didn't notice, he never really did when he was doing this kind of thing. it was just once cock waved in front of his face, then another, and another. it made some good cash though, and he always thought it enjoyable, so. c'est bien.

xxx

Harry grinned up at the next one, and did a retake when he saw the cherubic little face, sweet innocent lips curled in a smirk. Keen gently slapped in with his cock, and Harry whimpered. this is exactly what he had wanted, that kid, that sweet little kid, to want him.

Keen was almost the last one, maybe a three or so left, and that was only about twenty-six dollars, so no big deal.

Harry stood up abruptly, grabbing Keen's army, and yanking him out of the chair.

"what? Harry, blow me, fuck, come on."

Harry smirked back at him and pulled him into what he knew was an empty room; he had seen a couple come out of it just a few minutes ago.

xxx

"what," Keen growled as he threw himself on the bed. uncaring of Harry, he opened his pants and began to jack off.

"no, no, no, babe. that's my job."

Harry crawled over the bed to him, and moved Keen's hand away. He looked down and he swallowed the sudden butterflies that wanted to burst out from his lungs. this was Keen, this was that boy, this was what he wanted.

He slowly lowered his head, and rubbed his cheek against the cock, and then he licked a path up it before taking in the head and humming softly. Keen's mewling was amusing, and sexy as sex. Harry inconspicuously opened his own jeans, and he stroked himself softly and he began to bob his head up and down on Keen's cock, swirling his tongue at all the right times, and sucking.

when he felt that Keen was about to cum, he upped the tempo, but Keen pulled his mouth off, and he stroked a few times, and he came all over Harry's face. with his still spurting cock, he began to rub his seed into the face, the cock head his painter's brush.

Harry closed his eyes and he never thought this kid would be into stuff like that, but fuck, it was hot and he was gonna cum soon as Keen made his face seedified and was looking at him with such concentration and fuckk.

Harry couldn't help it, really. he crawled over Keen, and pushing his shirt up, he used Keen's tummy to rub himself off, and it felt damn good because Keen was such a pretty boy, with smooth skin and then he was kissing Keen too, and it wasn't his first kiss, but he never did really get enough of them, because it was too intimate, or because boys might like to get sucked off by anyone, but kisses from a girl only. or, or, any number of reasons, but Harry liked this one. it was sloppy and messy and Keen's hands came down to help him, one roughly thrusting a finger into his hole and the other jerking his cock and flicking the head with a thumb and it was so good.

he mumbled and whimpered and panted, "oh, keen, keen, fuckin' good, babe, so good." and his head was in the crook of Keen's neck, and he was nibbling and gnawing and mouthing the skin there. Then Keen was just, just being himself somehow, and he was murmuring into Harry's ear about how much he loved him, and he loved this, and just, Keen loved Harry, and Harry loved Keen.