Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2000 21:55:47 EDT
From: Emrys Webman <antinoos_ad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Popular Boys: Harrison and Josh Parts 5

This is the continuation of the first story I've ever posted.  Constructive
comments are welcomed.

The usual disclaimer:
All characters within this story are completely fictitious.  The author does
not mean to insinuate anything about the sexual preferences of the actors
who portray them.  Popular and it's characters are owned by the WB and
tvplex.
Please do not proceed if you are under the legal age and/or are offended by
stories which portray same-sex relationships.
Unsafe sex is stupid and best left to fictional characters.  Gaybashing (or
bibashing) is also stupid and best left to Dr. Laura.
I hereby give permission for any completely free (no membership fee, no
costly AVS) gay/bi website to post this story as long as I am given credit
and no alterations are made without my express permission.


Popular Boys: Harrison and Josh, PART V

by: antinoos_ad@hotmail.com

(t/t, celeb, fanfic, HS, mast)


	*Note* This story begins the morning after part IV.  Harrison and Josh,
exhausted from there love-making, have slept the night through on Harrison's
bed.

	When Harrison woke that morning, he was surprised to find himself
comfortably wrapped in the arms of a still-sleeping (and naked) Josh Ford.
They were in the "spoons" position, with Harrison's ass nestled cozily
against Josh's groin.  The last 18 hours had been so strange, if wonderful,
that he'd expected to find they were all a dream.  A fabulous wet-dream, but
a dream nonetheless.  But here he was, entwined in the arms of his new
lover: the most popular boy in school with the "little anti-bicep (as
Harrison was called by his bitchy friend Lily)."

	Josh's strong arms were limp with sleep, but Harrison still found their
embrace comforting.  As he gazed on Josh's serene face he tried again to
decide where this relationship was going.  Josh claimed to like him, and his
physical demonstrations seemed to prove he felt something for Harrison.
Still, there was more to relationships than sex (at least there was in the
sort of relationship that Harrison was looking for).  He decided that, as
much fun as he was having with Josh, today he was going to have to have a
serious talk with him about where they were going to go from here.

	He knew now that he wanted to keep seeing Josh, there was no longer any
question about that.  The burning question of the moment was this: did he
and Josh want the same things from this relationship?  Harrison wanted
someone to care about, who would in turn care about him, someone to spend
time with, and (he admitted) someone to enjoy sex with.  He wanted a
boyfriend, not a jack-off buddy.

	Josh started to stir, interrupting Harrison's thoughts.

	"Good morning stud," Harrison said as Josh opened his eyes.

	"Morning cutie," Josh smiled, "I'd kiss you but I'm afraid I've got
morning-breath."

	Harrison laughed, "I'm sure I do too, and we could both use a good shower."
  He tilted his head back and kissed Josh tenderly, neither of them minding
the inevitable effects of a long night on their breath.  "What do you think
we should do today?"

	"Well," Josh grinned wickedly, "we could start with that shower."

	Harrison couldn't help but laugh again, Josh just brought out his good
humor.  "Let's try to think past your, admittedly lovely, dick," he said, as
he quickly squeezed Josh's morning hard-on.

	"It's a little difficult to think about anything else if you're going to do
that," Josh answered, reaching for Harrison's equally hard member.  Harrison
kissed Josh again, then slid back from him.

	"I'm serious Josh, we can't just have sex all weekend.  We're going out
today," Harrison said firmly.  He stood up from the bed, not bothering to
cover his naked form and stared expectantly at Josh.

	"Sex all weekend, there's an idea," Josh's dreamy voice became serious,
"I'll be happy to discuss anything you want to do, Harrison.  But can't it
wait until after my shower?" He dropped the serious tone, "I mean, OUR
shower."  He stood up and moved to Harrison, cupping his lover's ass and
drawing their hard teenaged bodies into a close embrace.  "Unless you
object, of course."

	Harrison found it difficult to resist the lusty jock, especially when they
were this close, "well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?"  He
turned and gave Josh's taunt ass a quick slap.  "Last one in has to make
breakfast," he said running towards the bathroom.

	Josh gave a mock roar and chased Harrison's pale cheeks into the adjoining
room.  Harrison had already hopped into the large tub, and was pulling the
curtain.  Josh, jerked it out of the way and grabbed Harrison into his arms.

	"No fair, you got a head start," he teased.

	"Hey, you're the jock, I deserved every advantage I took.  Aren't those
muscles good for anything but show?" he grinned.

	"You know damn well what there good for.  Maybe you need a quick reminder,
eh?"  With that, Josh pushed Harrison against the back wall of the shower.
His grip was powerful and full of desire.  He began to firmly manipulate the
muscles of Harrison's arm and raised thigh with his hands, as his mouth took
possession of Harrison's.  Josh easily overcame Harrison's token struggle,
but failed to see that one of his lover's hands was inching towards the
shower controls.

	Josh gasped in shock and relaxed his hold on Harrison as a jet of cold
water hit his back.  He gave Harrison his best glare as he tried to move out
of the way of the downpour.

	"Don't worry, it's always like that at first, it'll warm up in a second,"
Harrison giggled.  "What's wrong?  You looked like you could use a good cold
shower."  True to Harrison's word, the water was growing warmer, so Josh
found himself laughing along with him.

	"Alright, maybe I deserved that, but I demand warning in the future.  Now,"
he moved back towards Harrison, "where were we?"

	Harrison grabbed a bottle of shower gel from a shelf beside him.  "I
believe, we were about to soap each other down.  Unless you've got a better
idea?"

	"You've talked me into it," Josh answered taking the bottle from Harrison.
"Let me soap you up first, turn around,"  Admiring the view of Harrison's
posterior, Josh squeezed some of the gel onto his hands and began rubbing it
into Harrison's shoulders.  He took his time, making this half a massage and
half a cleaning.  As he worked his way slowly down Harrison's spine, the
suds from the soap ran down Harrison's back, over the curve of his buttocks,
and down the dark crack between them.  Josh thought that the soap had the
right idea, but decided to bypass Harrison's ass for the time being.

	Instead, when he'd finished with Harrison's back, leaving the teen's
muscles relaxed as well as clean, he knelt and began working his way up
Harrison's legs.  Josh's current position brought his face level with
Harrison's ass, it held most of his gaze as he worked on first one hairless
limb, then the other.  He gently caressed the calves with his soapy hands,
as he leaned down to lick the back of Harrison's thighs.

	"Oh, God Josh," Harrison groaned, "I didn't know I could feel so
fantastically dirty at the same time I felt so completely clean."  By this
time Josh had finished his work on Harrison's legs, and was ready, at last,
for his ass.  He took a moment to caress his own aching balls, wondering how
long he could keep this up before he needed to cum.  His hands were soon
back on Harrison's body, he just couldn't get enough of it.

	"What can I say, Harr, you move me to it."  Josh was moving his soap-slick
palms in slow circles over the yielding cheeks of Harrison's ass.  "I just
can't keep my hands, among other things, off of you."  One finger was now
running up and down Harrison's crack.  Josh kept that finger at work, as he
stood and moved so that he was facing Harrison's front.  The boys kissed
passionately and, for a few moments,  pressed their sudsy bodies together.

	Josh was the first to break their embrace, "I've still got a job to
finish," he said with mock-seriousness.  As he worked one soap-coated hand
over Harrison's pecs, the other continued it's exploration of Harrison's
ass.  Harrison didn't complain, he was enjoying the feel of the soapy
fingers tracing circles around his hole.  Josh flicked his slick fingers
back and forth over Harrison's nipples, drawing them erect and causing
Harrison to moan in pleasure.  Harrison's hands had found their way down to
the small of Josh's back, and were busy caressing the flesh just above
Josh's buttocks.

	By the time Josh worked he way down to Harrison's groin, both the boys were
fully hard, bursting with need, and leaking precum from the tips of their
dicks.  Still working one-handed, Josh traced along the line between
Harrison's ass and his scrotum before cupping his balls in a sudsy palm.  He
worked them around him hand with his thumb, enjoying the frictionless
contact created by the soap.  At the same time, the index finger of his
other hand was gently poking it's way into Harrison's puckered hole.  At
first, Harrison was a bit discomforted by this.  He soon forgot any
objections, as Josh grasped his cock and began soaping it up.

	Josh was moving his hand along the hard shaft with a painfully slow rhythm.
  He wanted to keep Harrison near the brink for a while yet.  When his
finger was buried as far as it could go in Harrison's ass, he bend down to
lick some of the precum (and incidentally a bit of soap) from the tip of
Harrison's dick, rolling it around his tongue.  He wondered if he would ever
get tired of that flavor.  Josh then began slowly
working his finger in and out of Harrison's ass, manipulating the prostate
with every pass.

	This would have been enough to make Harrison cum, were it not for the
skilled manipulation of his cock by Josh.  Josh had often practiced at
holding off his own orgasm as he masturbated, wanting to preserve the
pleasure.  He applied the same techniques to Harrison's organ now, as he
began inching his way around Harrison.

	He kissed down Harrison's neck, then whispered in his ear, "I won't ask you
if you're ready for anything more up your ass, not yet.  Even if you are, I
want that to be . . . special, perfect.  It's not time yet."  His words
penetrated the sex-haze fogging Harrison's mind, causing a moment of
concern.  Was he ready to be fucked?  He hadn't considered the question
before, not even last night, when he became Josh's first.  The question was
quickly shelved as he felt Josh simultaneously withdraw his finger from
Harrison's ass, and increase the speed of his strokes.

	"Still," he heard Josh continue, "there's nothing wrong with a sneak
preview."  Josh brought his (now) free hand up to pinch Harrison's nipples,
as he slowly slid his stiff cock in between Harrison's cheeks.  He carefully
avoided Harrison's hole, contenting himself with simply rubbing his cock up
and down the soapy-smooth crack.

	Harrison enjoyed the feeling of the hot rod pressing against his back, and
could feel himself approaching orgasm as Josh's hand continued a steady
jacking motion along his own cock.  Josh's pubic bush was tickling Harrison
as it rubbed along his ass.  The sensation didn't give Harrison the urge to
laugh, but was instead oddly stimulating.  This feeling was amplified when
Josh ran his hand rapidly along Harrison's ticklish size (a spot he'd
discovered the previous day).  How strange that something as innocent as
tickling could be so hot.  Meanwhile, Josh was loving the feel of taunt
ass-muscles surrounding the length of his dick.  He kept the speed of his
humping in time with the hand-job he was giving Harrison; increasing the
speed of his hand as he felt himself thrusting faster into Harrison's
cheeks.

	"Damn Harrison, I've never felt this way with anyone before.  What is it
that you do to me?" he gasped.

	"Me?" Harrison countered, in between heavy breaths, "This is your doing.  I
was perfectly straight until you made your move yesterday."  Unable to
contain himself any longer, Josh gave a final thrust up Harrison's crack
and, arching his back, blew a sizable load of cum up Harrison's back and his
own stomach.  The feel of Josh's contracting muscles along his ass, combined
with the frenzied thrusting of his own cock into Josh's hand, caused
Harrison to erupt in the same moment.  His cum spattered against the shower
wall in front of him, running down it in rivulets.

	When they were through, Harrison leaned backwards, resting his weight
against Josh's strong form, feeling the sticky-slickness of cum between
their bodies.  "My turn?" he asked Josh, grinning up at his lover.

	"I don't know," Josh countered, running his finger through a pool of cum on
Harrison's lower back, "it looks like I might have to start over."

	After both boys were finally clean, and could bring themselves to stop
caressing each other's bodies, they dressed and moved to the kitchen.  While
Josh prepared a quick breakfast of eggs and toast, the teens planned their
day.

"Why don't we head downtown, we can get you some clothes to wear this
weekend, find a nice cafe for lunch.  Maybe tonight we can hit a couple of
clubs," Harrison suggested.

	"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Josh asked with mild sarcasm, "Are
you trying to change me already?" The jock had headed to Harrison's the
night before with nothing but the clothes on his back, this morning he was
dressed in some of Harrison's clothing.  As Josh was a couple sizes larger
than Harrison, the result was an outfit that was revealingly (and
uncomfortably) tight in some areas.

	"Hey, I love you like that, but what would your adoring public say?  The
star of the football team can hardly walk around looking like his outfit
shrunk in the wash.  Besides, if we do decide to do any clubbing I'll need
something to wear too."

	Josh seemed distant, and somewhat reluctant, but at last relented.  "Well,
I suppose I do need something to wear that doesn't look like it's going to
split every time I flex a muscle.  Alright, let's head into town."

	They hopped into Josh's car and, within 20 minutes were in the town's main
shopping district.  Harrison thought that Josh should try some less
conservative clothing than what he'd been wearing until now.  After all,
even if he decided he didn't like it, it could be fun to wear it just for
the weekend.  With this in mind, they headed for some of the areas youthful
clothing stores (Pacific Sunwear, Gadzooks, Hot Topics, etc.).

	After leaving Gadzooks (where Harrison had talked Josh into not only buying
but wearing a shirt of various shades of red, orange and yellow, and a pair
of red plastic sunglasses), the teens threw their numerous bags and
purchases in the trunk and walked across to the Home Grown Cafe for lunch.

	As they perused the menu, Josh remarked, "did you see the way that whore
clerk was looking at us in Scream?  Just because I was helping you pick out
a shirt, like she'd never seen anyone do that before."

	"I think she probably picked up some gay vibes there Josh.  After all, you
almost followed me into the changing room to try it on.  I wouldn't have
minded, you know," there was a hint of reproach in Harrison's voice.

	"I just . . . I'm not sure that I want everyone to know about this.  What
if I had gone in with you, and that clerk had blabbed.  It could have gotten
back to the school."

	"Yea, so?  Look Josh, I wasn't sure about this whole relationship at first;
but if we're going to do this we're going to have to be open about it.  I
learned that lesson from my mother, when you keep things like this secret
you're only hurting yourself."

	"Harrison, that all sounds good . . . in theory.  In practice there are a
lot of narrow-minded idiots out there.  If they find out about us bad things
will happen.  Look at your mother, she lost her job when she came out, if it
wasn't for Cherry Cherry who knows what she'd be doing now."

	"Are you saying that you care more about what other people think than you
do about our relationship?" Harrison's voice had a dangerous note in it.

	"No.  No, what I'm saying is that we can't go around telling everyone about
us.  It's for our own good Harrison, for our safety.  Don't you understand
that?"

	"What I understand is that you apparently don't want to be seen in public
with your boyfriend.  Or maybe I'm wrong, Josh."

	"Of course you are . . ."

	Harrison interrupted, "Maybe boyfriend isn't the right term.  Was this just
a 2 day fling for you Josh?  Seduce the nerd, have a quick fuck and then
dump him?"  Harrison's voice had been rising steadily in volume during this
speech.

	Josh glanced around the cafe, "Harrison, keep your voice down."

	"Oh right, we wouldn't want you to get a reputation would we Josh!?"

	"What do you want from me?"

	Harrison stood, "nothing Josh, I don't want anything from you."  With that,
Harrison stormed out of the restaurant, not pausing to look back.

	Josh stayed in his seat, too stunned to move.  What just happened?  The
time with Harrison had been too good to be true, but to have it end like
this?  He was startled back to himself when Adam Rothchild-Ryan appeared
before him and took the seat that Harrison had so recently vacated.  Adam
was pretty hot, tall with a strong chin and a buzz cut.  Josh really didn't
know him too well, although he'd wondered about him ever since Adam tried to
join the cheerleading squad.

	"I saw what just happened," Adam began, "you deserve better than him,
Josh."


END PART V (Tsk, tsk.  Adam's cute, but I've never trusted him)

There's more to come.  Feel free to email comments to
antinoos_ad@hotmail.com, flames will be ignored