Be My Little Boy

Chapter 1

"So what do you say?" Said the beautiful man in the suit who sat across from Harry.

Harry, the young boy from Cheshire, the young boy from the bakery, the young boy who this mysterious yet sexy man wanted.

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It was a normal day in the bakery. Not entirely busy, but not dead. Harry was the youngest who worked in the bakery. He was sixteen. He worked with older women who could be his grandmother. It wasn't entirely bad. Harry actually brought in more customers than the past years. His young, innocent face and his charm attracted most women.

He had soft features, soft dark pink plump lips, soft fair skin, soft brown curls, and soft but abnormally large hands. Yes, Harry was soft on the outside. Underneath his clothes say otherwise. As young as he was, he's a fairly tall boy. He had a lean yet muscular body. He also had those legs to die for and that adorable bum. No one actually knew of this. Harry hid them well with the clothing he had on.

He was the cashier for the day. Well he usually was. The day slowly dragged along. He had made a good amount of sells near the end of the day. Harry was glad it was almost over. It was near closing time. He said his farewells to his fellow workers as they were heading out. Harry always closed the bakery.

"Yes, have a safe night Mrs. Smith." Harry smiled. Oh yes that smile. That beautiful smile that showed his dimples. That was another trait that drove the ladies mad.

"Fifty...plus twenty-five..and," Harry said softly as he counted the day's work.

A familiar sound of a bell from the door startled him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we're closed for today." Harry called out.

He heard the door close and footsteps approaching. Harry couldn't see who it was. Every light was off except for the one that hung above Harry. Harry quickly put the money back into the cash register. A robber?

"H-hello?" His voice trembled. The young boy never had this happen.

"I'm sorry, I really wanted to buy some of your baked goods. You see, I work all day and I barely had enough time to get here before it closed." It was a man's voice.

The man stepped closer into the light. He had to be at least in his early twenties. He was also taller than Harry. He had sharp features. The man's skin was nice and tan. He had almond shaped brown eyes, plump red lips, a sharp jawline, and stubble. The stubble was dark enough to pass for a beard. But a sexy beard. His dark hair was slicked back nicely.

Harry's eyes scanned down. The man had broad shoulders. He had on a warm black suit with a nice jet black tie. The suit hugged the man's body nicely. It showed his nice figure and even his biceps. Harry's mouth went dry. This man was beautiful. Beyond beautiful.

The man also studied Harry, "So?"

Harry ran his tongue on the inside of his mouth to try to moisten them, "Sorry, uh, yeah sure. What would you like, sir?"

The man looked at the glass case that held the baked goods. Harry shifted uncomfortably onto each foot. Why is he acting like this?

"You can call me Mr. Malik." He looked at the cupcakes, "Very beautiful cupcakes. You designed them?"

"I-I..yeah I did. I helped out on designing them." Harry stuttered.

Mr. Malik smiled, "I'd like a dozen of them. They're quite beautiful."

Harry blushed, "Coming right up."

Harry nicely packaged them and tied a ribbon on the box. He walked over the cash register.

"That'll be-" Harry began.

Mr. Malik held out a rather large amount of cash.

"But...?"

"Consider it a treat. You deserve it, Little Boy." Mr. Malik smiled and took the package and left without another word.

Harry quickly took off his apron and deposited the money in the cash register. He turned off the light, grabbed his coat, and quickly locked up the bakery. Harry felt hot. He didn't understand this. He couldn't be gay. He liked girls. But the bulge between his legs told him otherwise.

Who was this guy? What did he do? Did Harry find a man attractive? Harry slowed down his pace and realized his breathing was erratic. His face was warm. Harry cupped his cheeks with both of his hands. The coolness of his hands made his head dizzy. Suddenly, Harry burst into a sprint.

He reached his house. His breathing was heavy, his legs ached, and he was close to passing out. He wiped the sweat that rolled down the side of his face. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. He fell onto the floor, kicked the door close, and crawled to the sink. He pulled himself up and turned on the sink and put his head underneath the running water.

"Harry?" Gemma asked in confusion.

"It's nothing." He brushed past his older sister to the bathroom.

Harry removed every article of clothing and filled the tub in hot water. He slowly sat in. The hot water relaxing his tense muscles. There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Yes, Gemma?" Harry said quietly.

"May I come in?" She asked.

"Yes, Gemma."

His sister, Gemma, opened the door and sat beside the tub, "You alright Harry?"

"Gemma.. How do you know if you like the same sex?" Harry said, his cheeks going bright.

This took Gemma by surprise, "Well.. If you feel a sexual attraction to the same sex, I guess. I'm not sure. Why?"

"M'just asking. A-A friend of mine asked me today. I was just wondering." Harry sunk in deeper in the tub.

"Well..alright. Well hurry with your bath. Even if it's Friday you know you have to wake up early for work tomorrow." Gemma stood up.

"I will, thanks."

Gemma smiled and left the bathroom. Harry pushed himself to sit up. Too many questions he wanted answered. But he knew it wasn't going to be easy. He pulled the plug off and let the water drain. He got up and opened the bathroom closet and pulled out a towel. He picked up his clothes and set them on the sink as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He took them in hand and walked to his room.

He put his clothes in his laundry basket and dried himself with the towel. He went to his drawer and pulled out his grey and red Calvin Klein boxer briefs and slipped it on. He used the towel to dry his hair and he hung it on a towel hook. He laid himself on his bed and pulled his duvet up to his chin and closed his eyes. Tonight wasn't going to be an easy night. Harry knew this for sure.