Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2000 17:09:55 EDT
From: Emrys Webman <antinoos_ad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Popular Boys: Harrison and Josh Part VIII

Sorry that it's taken me so long to post this, classes keep getting in the
way.  Anyway, here it is, I'm still writing.  Thanks to all those who've
supported this story.

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 its 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 that 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 (bitch).
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 VIII

by: antinoos_ad@hotmail.com

(t/t, celeb, fanfic, HS, oral, anal)


	*Note* This story picks up after part VI, a couple of hours have passed and
it is now dark.

	Josh glanced at the passenger seat or his car, making sure that the flowers
he'd bought weren't in danger of sliding to the floor.  He was speeding
towards Harrison's house, desperately hoping that he could patch things up
with him.  By the time he'd managed to disentangle himself from Adam (part
VI), Harrison was already out of sight, and Josh wasn't sure which way he'd
gone.  The jock had driven around the neighboring blocks a few times looking
for Harrison, but hadn't found any sign.

	Despite this setback, Josh hadn't wasted time sitting around and crying; he
knew that if he was going to have any shot with Harrison he'd have to act
quickly.  He raced home to grab his portable MP3 player and his letterman
jacket, then stopped at the flower shop.  Now he was nearing Harrison's
house.  He started the MP3 player, wanted to get past a few lines of dialog
from the singer, before the first song began to play.

	After a couple of guitar chords, a gentle voice came through the speaker,
saying, "Sorry, I don't know how to go into this.  I feel I should clarify
as far as my standpoint on these things: I think homosexuality is fine and
dandy.  Being gay is being gay, it's being happy.  But you combine that with
something that tells you you're going to hell for all eternity for it, and
it turns into something quite . . . quite upsetting.  That's a sad
combination.  I know a few people who've had to decide between one and the
other.  Anyway, that's all.  Just 'cause they were given a god that couldn't
actually bend at all; a god that had only one definition.  Anyway . . ." as
the speech finished, the guitar picked up again, and Josh paused the track.

(*author's note* the preceding quote is an actual transcript I made from an
MP3 of Glen Phillips' song, "David (Nothing Left)."  All rights to that song
and its lyrics are the property of the very poetic Glen Phillips, who you
may remember as the former lead singer of Toad the Wet Sprocket.  He
supports the free music community and often offers MP3s of his own songs on
his website http://www.glenphillips .com, the lyrics which appear later in
this story were taken from a fan site at
http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Pit/6328/  Look for Glen's solo album
to be finished within the next couple of months!)

As Josh pulled into Harrison's driveway, he began to wonder if he'd been
wrong in assuming that this is where Harrison would come.  The house looked
dark.  Could he still be wandering around the streets?  Maybe he was at a
friend's house . . . .  Just as Josh was considering driving off to find a
payphone (to call Harrison's friends), one of the livingroom curtains
twitched.

	Josh got out of the car, MP3 player in one hand, flowers in the other, and
walked to the front door.  He had to juggle a bit in order to free one hand
and knock.   He was dismayed but not surprised when he received no answer.

	"Please let me in Harrison, we need to talk," Josh pleaded to the door,
"Come on Harrison, I know you're in there."  Seeing no signs of movement,
Josh turned and headed around the house towards the sliding-glass doors in
the backyard.  These doors opened into one wall of the living room, and
their thin curtains were pulled to the side.  Unfortunately, the doors were
locked, but at least Josh could see into the room from here.  Harrison was
seated on the sofa, his knees pulled up to his chin, staring towards the
front door.

	Josh tapped on the glass, "Harr?  Please unlock the door.  I want to tell
you how sorry I am," Harrison looked at Josh with pained eyes, but made no
move to get up.  "I brought you something," Josh held out the flowers.
Still, Harrison remained seated.  "Fine then, I'll do it from out here,"
Josh sighed.  He started the MP3 player (It was set to cycle through a list
of his favorites, most by Glen Phillips.  He wanted Harrison to know that he
had a sensitive side, one that appreciated beauty and the poetic.  Just to
give you an idea, the first song went as follows):


David (Nothing Left): Music and Lyrics written and owned by Glen Phillips

Curious the smile, and tenuous the hold/ Embarrassed and uncertain we
enfold/ And his hands are held together/ So it looks just like he's praying/
But they've never once been answered/ And so he's only waiting

And every single word he says seems to last a minute/ And the faces in
between last for hours so it seems/ And five times he tries to light his
cigarette/ But he's shaking so damn badly, it's the closest he can get/ Is a
spark . . . and a breath . . . then nothing left

Crucifix on every wall,/ Forsaking none, forgiving all/ Home denied his
vision, drowned in superstition/ He burned the walls with acid/ So daddy
could see past them with/ A burning rage a gasping breath, then nothing left

Saw our games and could not play them/ No escaping curious David


	As his music played on in the background, Josh got to his knees, placing
the MP3 player on the ground beside him.  He still clutched the flowers in
one hand (white roses, by the way) as he steeled himself for what he was
about to say.

	"Harrison . . . god, I don't even know where to begin.  First of all, I am
very sorry about . . . about Adam.  I was drunk, I was confused, I thought
you'd left me for good.  Still, that's no excuse.  I hope that at some point
you can find it within yourself to forgive me," Josh paused and took a deep
breath.  "I also wanted to say that I've thought about what you said at
lunch.  You were right.  If I'm going to have a relationship with you, I
don't have any right to ask you to hide it.  I'm not ashamed of you
Harrison, so I can't be ashamed of myself for liking you."

	Harrison opened his mouth, looking as if he wanted to say something, but
Josh held up a hand, forestalling him.  "On Monday, when we go back to
school, I'll," Josh kept himself from flinching as he continued, "I'll come
out of the closet, if you'll come out with me."

	"Josh . . . I," there were tears in Harrison's eyes, "I don't know.  You
hurt me.  I go for a walk to do some thinking, and in the meanwhile you've
got Adam giving you head.  I was seriously examining our relationship, you
were getting drunk.  How do I know that I can trust you Josh?"  Harrison's
voice made it clear that he wanted to trust Josh, he just needed a reason,
any reason.

	Josh hung his head, "I know, Harr.  God, I'm so sorry, you have no idea how
shitty I feel about that.  But I can't undo it.  So, I thought that maybe,
to show you I'm sincere . . . you'd like my letterman jacket?"  Josh quickly
pulled it off and held it out towards the door.  It was a typical football
jacket: white leather sleeves, school colors, a large football-shaped patch
to show that Josh was on the varsity team, and Josh's name stitched on the
breast.

	Harrison didn't say anything for a long time, he just stared at Josh
holding the jacket out to him.  Then Harrison unfolded himself and stood up.
  He moved slowly at first, but was almost running by the time he reached
the doors.  He quickly opened them, and flung himself at Josh.

	"I just can't stay mad at you," Harrison sobbed into Josh's shoulder, "but
don't you ever do anything like this to me again!  I can't go through this
again Josh, I won't."

	"I know Harrison, I never want to hurt you again.  Just please say you
forgive me," Josh pleaded.

	Harrison pushed himself back from Josh and locked his tear-streaked gaze
with the young jock's clear blue eyes, "alright Josh.  I forgive you.  Now,
come inside with me and we can talk more."

	"Aren't you going to take the jacket?" Josh offered it, again, to Harrison.

	"Are you sure Josh?" Harrison asked, knowing how hard this must be for the
teen, "If I were to wear that anywhere . . . people would know.  There'd be
no going back.  You did have a point earlier, it's not going to be easy for
either of us if we tell people we're a couple," he put his hand on Josh's
shoulder, "I'm already unpopular, I can take it.  There's no telling how
people will react if they learn that you're a queer."

	Josh smiled reassuringly at Harrison, "I'm sure.  I've got to tell everyone
sooner or later if I ever hope to have a meaningful relationship, or just be
happy.  Since I've got the potential for a great relationship with you right
now, I don't see the point in waiting."  Harrison could tell that Josh was
not as confident as he tried to sound.  He was going to need a lot of
support getting through this.

	Harrison took the jacket from Josh's hands and pulled it over his
shoulders.  He realized that he'd never had a more meaningful gift than
this.  Josh was going to jeopardize his friendships, his social status, his
popularity, his family relations . . . just to be with Harrison.  This
fabulous, gorgeous, surprisingly sensitive boy cared that much about their
relationship.  Harrison pulled Josh to his feet, and gave him an emotional
(and very thorough) kiss.

	When the need for oxygen finally parted their lips Josh gasped, "not that
I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

	Harrison gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before replying, "just for
being you," and leading Josh into the house.  Josh's music was still playing
in the background.  As they entered the house he took Harrison in hand and
started to slow dance him around the floor.

	Harrison had known from the first that he was lucky to have Josh interested
in him.   Now that he'd forgiven Josh, the teen was displaying a touchingly
romantic side that Harrison hadn't suspected existed.  He realized that he
was even more fortunate than he'd believed; Josh was a very special person.
Harrison allowed his hands to wander along Josh's back as they danced,
enjoying the closeness of their bodies as they swept around the room.  He
slid one hand up underneath the tail of Josh's shirt, running it up the skin
of Josh's back.  He needed the feeling of flesh-to-flesh contact to assure
himself that Josh was real, and this was really happening.

	Upon feeling Harrison's exploring hand, Josh stopped their movement around
the floor (although they continued to sway in time with the music).  He gave
Harrison a searching kiss, exploring every inch of the teen's mouth with his
tongue, as his hands lovingly caressed Harrison's ass.  The two teenagers
were unconsciously grinding their groins together, their mutual hard-ons
rubbing against one another through the fabric of their pants.

	"I need you, Josh," Harrison whispered, finally breaking their kiss.

	"Oh God, Harrison, I need this too," Josh replied.  Wasting no time, the
Jock tossed his letterman jacket to the floor, grabbed a hold of Harrison's
shirt and pulled it swiftly over his lover's head.

	Josh was working on undoing Harrison's belt when the teen stopped him
grinning, "hey now, don't get too far ahead of me."  With that, Harrison
swiftly tugged the buttons of Josh's shirt loose from their holes, revealing
Josh's powerful chest to his lusty gaze.

	Harrison pulled Josh back into a tight embrace, kissing him hard.  He
wanted to make sure that this would be a night Josh would never forget, he'd
never even think about another guy when Harrison was through with him.
After a time, Josh's lips left Harrison's, trailing down to his neck where
they (with the help of his tongue) caused a long deep groan to escape from
Harrison's mouth.  Harrison was running his hands along Josh's chest through
the open shirt, and toying with the jock's nipples.  He rubbed them gently,
giving them an occasional pinch, a sensation that sent shivers of pleasure
along Josh's strong frame.

	Harrison pushed Josh's shirt off onto the floor and undid the buttons on
Josh's pants, shoving them after the shirt.  Josh kicked the pants off of
his legs and, clad only in the boxers he'd borrowed from Harrison that
morning (it seemed so long ago), knelt down in front of Harrison.

	"I want tonight to be about you Harrison," he said, clasping Harrison's
buttocks in his strong hands, "I want you to know how important you are to
me."  Harrison was about to protest, when one of Josh's hands moved around
to grip Harrison's hard rod through his pants.  Josh knew exactly what he
was doing, all Harrison could manage was a contented groan as Josh slowly
lowered his zipper and slid Harrison's pants down his legs.  Josh's tongue
quickly found the front of Harrison's briefs (aqua, today) and began bathing
them with long strokes.

	Harrison's legs were beginning to weaken, with the constant pleasurable
sensations assaulting his body.  All that kept him upright was Josh's grip
on his ass, his palms held fast as his fingers played up and down the curves
of Harrison's cheeks.  Josh would occasionally pause from his tongue strokes
to suck on the head of Harrison's cock though the briefs, he could taste the
slightly salty tang of Harrison's precum leaking through the cotton.  When,
after several minutes, Josh finally pulled away from Harrison, his cock and
balls were clearly visible through the soaked fabric, straining outwards
from his groin.

	Josh hooked his fingers under the waistband of the shorts and dropped them
swiftly to the ground, freeing Harrison's dick to spring up directly in
front of Josh's face.  He gave it a quick kiss on its head before pulling
Harrison down to the floor beside him.

	"Lay down here," Josh indicated, grabbing his letterman jacket and
spreading it on the carpet, "just leave the work to me."  He smiled as
Harrison stretched himself out, his hips and back resting in the jacket.
God, this boy was cute!  His smooth runner's build looked amazingly sexy
stretched out across the school jacket: Josh wanted him more than ever.
Josh let one of his hands caress Harrison's thigh as he leaned over and
began covering the teen's chest with kisses and delicate flicks of his
tongue.

	Harrison squirmed under Josh's attention, running one hand through the
jock's hair and one along his sweaty back.  Josh could feel the hand on his
head urging him further down Harrison's frame.  He allowed that to guide
him, but slowly, taking his time as he savored the flavor of Harrison's
young body.  The hand that Josh had been caressing Harrison's thigh with,
now found it's way to his balls.  He ran the heavy sack around his hand,
moving his thumb in circular motions around the spheres.  Harrison gave a
soft grunt of pleasure each time he felt Josh give his smooth sack a gentle
tug.

Meanwhile, Josh's lips had finally made their way into Harrison's pubic
hair.   He pulled back for a moment to move up Harrison's frame once more,
and kiss him passionately on the lips.  Their kisses were hot and hard,
neither of the teens wanting them to end.  Josh could feel himself growing
painfully erect as Harrison sucked on his tongue.  He forced himself to
break the kiss, afraid that he'd cum from the mouth-action alone.  Josh gave
Harrison a quick wink and moved down to his groin once more.

Instead of immediately engulfing Harrison's cock, Josh moved to Harrison's
balls.  Replacing his hand with his tongue, he lapped the dangling sack,
enjoying the heft of the balls on his tongue.  Josh reverently sucked on
each ball, as his fingers found their way to Harrison's ticklish spot.  He
briefly teased his lover, loving the way Harrison's giggles mixed with his
gasps of enjoyment; sex should always be fun.

Still, Josh wasn't sure how much longer either of them would last like this,
so he soon changed tacks.  He allowed his hands to roam over Harrison's
frame, never caressing the same place for long, as his mouth engulfed
Harrison's heated rod.  Josh moved his head up and down the length of the
cock, constantly swirling his tongue around it.  He wanted Harrison to enjoy
this, but didn't want him to cum yet: it was a careful balance.  Every so
often, Josh would sense that Harrison was nearing orgasm, so he would have
to ease off, slowing the movement of his mouth.  As much as Josh enjoyed
deep-throating Harrison, and loved the texture and taste of the teen in his
mouth, he had another motive for this.  He was carefully lubing Harrison's
cock with his spit, getting ready for his next step.

When Josh judged that Harrison's dick was a hard and slick as it was likely
to get, he moved his head off, and stood up.  Harrison's questioning look
was quickly suppressed as Josh slid his boxers slowly down his thighs,
exposing his uncut, leaking cock to Harrison's horny gaze.  Josh placed one
leg on either side of Harrison's groin (facing his head) and cautiously
lowered himself towards the teen.  When Harrison's hard dick was lined up
with Josh's ass, he took hold of it and gently guided it into himself.

Even though he had lost his virginity to Harrison the night before, Josh
still gasped at the amazing completed feeling that came over him as he felt
himself filled by Harrison's hot dick.  He settled himself slowly, his eyes
screwed up with the pleasure, until his ass came to rest in curly hair of
Harrison's groin.

"Damn, Harrison," Josh gasped, "I can't believe I almost lost this.  I never
want to let you go, man."

Harrison smiled and wiped a trail of sweat from his forehead, "I know, this
is . . . it's . . . it's too good for words.  I've been waiting for this
kind of passion for a long time, Josh.  I never thought it'd be with you
but," Harrison shrugged, "I'm glad it happened.  Now," he grinned wickedly,
"are you going to sit there all night?"

Josh laughed, "It wouldn't be my worst idea.  But if you like, I can get
up."  With that, Josh slowly raised his hips, allowing Harrison's dick to
withdraw almost completely from his ass before lowering himself again.  From
there on out, the boys' conversation was lost in grunts of pleasure as Josh
and Harrison found their rhythm.

While Josh was fucking himself on Harrison's throbbing pole, Harrison took a
hold of Josh's cock, which had been steadily leaking precum onto Harrison's
stomach.  Harrison stroked the clear liquid down the length of Josh's cock,
getting it slick and shiny; he removed his hand only once, to lick some of
the juice off of it, enjoying the remembered flavor.  He still marveled at
the sight of Josh's foreskin, alternately concealing and revealing the head
of his penis.  Whenever Harrison's hand reached the base of Josh's cock,
he'd give it a slight twist, moving the skin around under the sensitive head
of Josh's dick, and exciting both of the teens.

The speed of their movements was rapidly increasing, Harrison was trying his
best to hold off orgasm, but the tight grip of Josh's ass was doing its work
too well.  For his part, Josh was beyond thoughts of anything but pleasure
as Harrison stimulated his cock with his hand, and his prostate with his
steely organ.

Harrison was on the brink himself (and uncertain if he could hold off much
longer), when he felt Josh's balls draw up, and the first of the convulsions
of pleasure rack is lover's body.  He nearly screamed with relief, at last
giving in to his own orgasm.  Harrison's cum exploded along the walls of
Josh's ass, as the jock's dick shot sticky trails all over Harrison's chest
and stomach.  One shot made it as far as Harrison's chin, and was licked up
by the teen out of sheer reflex.  When both boys came down from their high
and were able to think again, they were sweaty, sticky, gasping for breath,
and completely content.

Josh stayed where he was for a few moments (not wanting to remove Harrison
from himself just yet) looking into the eyes of his lover.  At last he
lifted himself gently off of Harrison's frame and lay down next to him.
Harrison rolled onto his side and gave Josh a long kiss, pressing their
sticky-sweaty bodies together.  When he pulled back there was a speculative
look in his eyes.

"Josh Ford," he said hoarsely, "I think I may love you."


END PART VIII (Aren't they sweet?  I couldn't break them up for long.  How
will they deal with the public?)


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