Harry the Harlot

so I unroll the cement, and walk into the town

"I Fought Piranhas" - The White Stripes



xxx



when he got home, Keen was huddled on a corner of his bed, crying with a note clenched tightly in one hand. and Harry could tell he was trying not to cry, but every time his teeth would bite on his lower lips to muffle the wails, they just got worse and worse and finally he gave up and it was just full on, hardcore bawling. he was sort of trying to reach over to Harry, who stood in the doorway, and he was sort of hiccuping.



Harry thought about leaving him there, because, really, he wasn\'t the one to handle the saddysad business, that was always Keen who comforted him. but he would try, he s’posed, because he really didn\'t like Keen so sad and so he walked over and sat down next to him. Keen crawled in his lap, and the note was shoved into Harry\'s face. On it was a scribbled note:



yo fag. i bet u lyk takn it up da ass.

wat a fuckn losr. i hope u git aids.



"who gave you this, babe?" Harry was seething inside, throwing little bits of neurons into his right side and flinging this blood cell that way and this nucleus the other, his whole mind raging. on the outside, though, he tried to look caring and comforting and nice and kind and soothing.



"I, I dono!" Keen blubbered, flinging his arms around Harry\'s neck and he was getting Harry\'s shirt all snotty and wet but Harry didn\'t seem to care so he guessed it was okay, and, and, he was so sad.



"shhh, shhh, it\'s okay, babe. I love you, you know that right?" and Harry made him look him in the eyes, and Keen sort of scrunched up his face and nodded again, still crying and trying to stop but sometimes it was just hard to stop crying when he was so sad.



Harry pulled Keen closer up against him, and he rested his head on Keen\'s and hugged Keen really close, but when he was sad, he wanted a hug, and Keen was probably the same way. and he rubbed one hand on Keen\'s tummy, and the other was just sort of holding onto one of Keen\'s hands. "it\'s okay. they\'re idiots. they\'re jealous."



Keen\'s crying was slowly easing down to a quiet sniffling, and he leaned his head backback, and looked up at Harry, and Harry had moved so he could look down into Keen\'s eyes. "you\'re so pretty," Harry breathed, kissing his forehead. Keen blushed, and twisted so he could nuzzle his nose into Harry\'s armpit, but since it was smelly, he opted for just sniffing up to that neck that was begging to be sucked on, so he did.



"keenkeenkoo, you\'re distracting me," Harry muttered, still in comforting mode.



"well we never even, y\'know, so I wanna know if I do like uh, that." his perfect, white teeth were nibbling on skin, and he assuaged the hurts by slowly licking them.



Harry didn\'t know what to think. he was torn between \'oh fuck. he wants me to fuck him. he wants me to fuck him. he wants me to fuck him.\' and \'but, but, this is wrong! it\'s just his stress! he really doesn\'t want this, really, I know, don\'t listen to your lustful thoughts!\'



obviously, he chose the former.



xxx



smirking, Harry pulled the lee- Keen off of his neck, and said, "you are going to love it."

Keen blushed, and to cover up his nervousness, he leaned in for a kiss, but swerved and latched onto an ear instead.



Harry used his hands on Keen\'s ass to hold him as he walked them over to his bigger, better bed (he was a few months older than Keen, after all). on the way there, he couldn\'t help it when his hands chose to knead and grope those cute little cheeks, just round and squeezy enough; they were wetdream material for any hormonal homosexual boy, and Harry often found himself ogling them when he thought Keen wouldn\'t notice. his favourite was when Keen would tilt his hips to one side, and bring a hand up to his face to chew on a delicate little finger, and then Harry would take his chance, "just gonna get some water," to creep past Keen and stare at those plush, lovely buttocks.



and then Keen was on the bed, and Harry was looming over him, grinning softly and saying with his eyes don\'t worry, I love you, everything is going to be fine. Keen sort of giggled up at him, and Harry leaned down and eskimokissykissy\'d him. Keen tilted his head to one side and Harry took his chance to nip at that rat tail and gently tug on it, and Keen gasped and blushed, and Harry thought smugly he\'s all blushyblush today.



"Lottie, come over here." Keen was pouting, and Harry consented, moving to kiss him and there was so much passion behind it, because they each loved each other and it was so sweetsweetsweet.



Harry leaned back on his legs, and he was straddling Keen so every little bit of friction alerted him to Keen\'s insistent cock, but he had one too, so it wasn\'t all Keen\'s fault. he stripped his shirt off, and when his head was free, he grinned again and started yanking Keen\'s shirt up too. having both of those gone, he lunged down and attacked one nipple with tongue and teeth, and the other with his hand and all its little minions. he was playing Keen like a, a, an instrument that when strummed, moaned and panted and cursed expletives and nono words.



"oh, oh, Lottie, c\'mon, I wanna at least get to the main thing," Keen muttered, looking at him through half-lidded eyes and open lips.



Harry scootched backward so he could pull down Keen\'s pants and boxers, and then his own were coming off, but it got sort of tangled up because it was hard to take off pants and boxers while kneeling, in a purple haze, he managed, and both sets of clothes were thrown somewhere in the dirty mass of the floor. then he was back over Keen, and he couldn\'t help grinding down, because it was so good to hear Keen\'s pleasure and to feel his pleasure, and to feel his own pleasure and it felt good. so he did that, and then he reached over to his bedside table where he kept his lube, and he tried to do it without making a big deal about it, but it was a big deal.



he got some on his fingers, spreading it over three of them, and using a lot, but he\'d rather use too much than too little. he sat back, and Keen spread his legs, blushing again, and one hand had been brought up se he could chew at his knuckle.



"shh, it\'s fine," Harry whispered, and to calm down Keen, or at least make it feel better, he wrapped his mouth around that cock, and he slowly inched his way into that tight little pucker with his finger. he waited a moment before pulling out and thrusting in, getting a pace going, and his head was bobbing in time, but Keen really looked about ready to orgasm so it worried Harry a little, but then he realized that we\'re adolescent boys, and it wouldn\'t take long for Keen to ah, recover, so he sucked harder and sped up, and Keen came with a little cry, and Harry swallowed it all up.



while Keen was melting into the mattress, Harry tried to oh so gently thrust another finger in, but the clenching muscles told him ow, that hurt, so he felt bad. "Keen?"



"mm, don\'t worry," but the lower lips was sucked into a mouth and being worried on.



"try uh, pushing out," Harry said, and he sort of blushed too, but he knew it helped and he wanted it to be better.



Keen threw an arm over his face, probably from mortification, but he did it, and it did seem a lot easier for Harry, and then- "oh, oh! do that, do it again," Keen moaned into his elbow pit.



Harry smirked, because he knew that teasing Keen\'s prostate would provide a very nice display. he kept stroking at it, and when he saw that Keen was getting hard again, he fellatio\'d again, and then Keen was sort of on overload alert, so while Keen was all "oh, oh, oh," Harry thrust in the third finger, and while Keen\'s face did look like he had been hurt a little bit, it still look very pleasured. So Harry kept doing all that for a while, really, he thought, I\'m great at multitasking.



finally though, his cock got the better of him, and he had to stop so he could get some lube on his cock and Keen had moved away his arm and was watching Harry get ready, and he looked sort of nervous, but happy too, so Harry was happy. Harry pushed his cock around that little puckered opening, spreading lube and precum all around, before slowly pushing the head in, and fuck, it felt good. it was warm and wet, and he imagined, just for a second, because it was disgusting, that this is what a vagina would feel like. but then he made a mental eww and waited a few minutes before thrusting a few centimeters more into Keen, and it was hard not to just thrust all the way in, because really, he knew it would feel so good to be in that tight little ass, but he had to waitwaitwait.



Keen was squirming, but it wasn\'t that bad, he though, so he sort of said "move," and Harry did a little bit more, and then he got used to that, and Keen said "more," this time, and Harry gave him more. there was maybe four inches in him, and maybe three to go, so it was an iffy business of doing just the right amount, but then Harry brushed that thing again, his prostate, and it felt good so Keen thought he thought, but he really said, "fuckfuck, just, just do it," so Harry did.



this is so much better than a hand or mouth or, or anything, Harry thought, dazed. he glanced down, and Keen was all "ahh, ahh, oww, ahh, ahh," so it was a 1/5 ratio of pain to pleasure, which was good enough for Harry, so he pulled out just a little and gently thrust back in, and Keen mewled and Harry kept going slow until he thought Keen was ready, and then he started getting hardcore, but the real hardcore would have to wait \'til Keen was used to it, not on the first time, but Harry was fine with that.



he would wait \'til whenever Keen was ready, and then, he would do whatever Keen wanted.