Larry One Shots

Old Friends. Part 1

Warning: this is dirty! Don't read if you don't like! I WARNED YOU.

When Louis Tomlinson first saw the young man nervously enter the campus Cuyamaca where the mixer was being held, at first he was certain that someone had spiked the rum punch he had been sipping with something far more potent because that couldn't be who he thought it was.

It had been a couple of years seen they had shared a gym class back at Grossmont High School, and the brown curly hair was now almost shoulder length in the style of the era, but other than that whomever it was the doppelganger of Harry Styles and just the sight of his classmate was enough to set Louis' heart racing.

Harry Styles was just about the cutest guy in his school back then and happened to be the first boy Louis had fell in love with, even though it was a love affair that only existed in Louis' mind. It wasn't until after graduating from high school that Louis came to grips with who he was.

But Harry Styles? What was he doing at a the inaugural mixer of the newly formed Gay and Lesbian Alliance on the campus of Cuyamaca College, almost 200 miles from where they went to high school? The college choice wasn't all that unusual, but Harry Styles at a gay social event? He had to be lost.

Harry had the girls wrapped around his finger back at high school, what with his dimples and boyish good looks that always reminded Louis of Beaver Cleaver's older brother, only with curly dark hair, and his slim 5'9" frame didn't carry an extra ounce of fat, unlike Louis had back then.

All during his teen years Louis had been battling his weight and always losing, with his 5'7 frame carrying anywhere from 30 to 100 pounds extra. That, along with his fluffy hair and his nerdy glasses and high pitched voice, made him a target of ridicule.

Then Louis had decided that enough was enough, and the summer after graduating embarked on a vigorous exercise and diet program. There was nothing new about that because Louis Tomlinson had been there and done that more than once, but the difference this time was that Louis stuck to it.

Now a sophomore at Cuyamaca, Louis had dropped 115 pounds and was a changed man. He regretted wasting his high school years but was determined to change things. Seeing what looked so much like Harry Styles across the room brought back many memories to Louis.

Unlike most people, especially the popular ones, Harry had been nice to him, always saying hello and trying to be friendly. That had been a challenge, Louis knew, because he was often sullen and reserved, but Louis recognized and appreciated his efforts.

It was the gym class they shared that really got Louis interested in Harry. Watching him run around in his gym shirt and shorts always gave Louis a hard-on, even though Harry wasn't a great athlete he looked so cute to him. After gym class activities ended and they had to go shower and change, Harry looked even better.

The locker room had become Louis' favorite part of the school day, and while he kept his pudgy body hidden as best he could, Louis developed a talent for observing others. After he saw Harry naked he had lost interest in most of the other guys.

Harry was beautiful. He had the most flawless body Louis had ever seen, and Louis had seen quite a few by then. It wasn't that Harry was muscular, because while he was fairly well toned he wasn't a bodybuilder by any stretch of the imagination and if anything had the look of a waif.

It wasn't that Harry was exceptionally well endowed either. The opposite was far closer to the truth, and Louis remembered cringing when he heard another guy tease Harry about the size his penis, even though Harry himself had laughed it off.

Louis was tempted to take a swing at the wise guy because even though Harry wasn't well hung, he had the most perfect penis he had even seen. Even two years removed, Louis could still see it clearly in his mind; the pale beige tube resting underneath the little patch of brown curls, free of veins and marks, and the luscious pinkish bell-shaped helmet was perfectly shaped. As for the wrinkled hairless pouch below, it held a pair of jawbreaker-sized balls that looked to be just begging to be sucked.