Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2021 18:01:48 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Harvey HOLA PEEPS! I think this is the first time in my thirteen year Nifty author history that I'm writing something for the Gay / Young Friends section. Thought I'd give it a try LOL. As always, I'm always up...figuratively LOL...for a chat. My email is liciousryan@gmail.com so shoot me a line and I'll get back in touch ;) Stay safe, you guys. Ryan HARVEY "Dylan... you stop right there, young man! I thought you said you'd be at home before eleven? It's a bloody school night!" "Got caught up with the guys, Mom. And it's not like I have a car or anything. I have to wait until they decide to take me home. You know all this! It's always like this!" Dylan sighed. Fifteen years and two whole months away from his sixteenth birthday and STILL his mother treats him like he was a little kid. He might as well morph into his kid brother Daniel, because apparently being three years older than the little tyke didn't matter to her at all. Above and beyond, unbelievably, they still shared a room after all these years. They have lived in this small two roomed apartment ever since Dylan could remember. Things were looking up for a while, but then his dad tragically passed away. His mother didn't have the greatest of jobs either, but she did what she could to make ends meet. Maybe there's a lesson to be learned from this. Get good grades, study your ass off and hopefully one day soon you'll have enough money and a good job to get the hell outta this dump and to never have to share anything ever again. Oh, the mind of a teenager. Dylan peeped into Daniel's room and he saw that for all purposes, the latter was gone to the world, sure enough with that little bit of boyish drool that always seemed to flourish from his kiddie gums whenever he was asleep, BUT...however, tonight, he was joined by another boy, who was just so happening to sleep on HIS damn bed. "What the fuck? Where am I supposed to go?" Dylan whispered angrily and turned around and marched back down to the kitchen in what had to be a record time. "Mom, why is there some snot nosed kid sleeping in my damn bed?" Dylan demanded, pure adrenaline shooting through his teenage body like a hard cock inside a wet pussy. And then his Mom had the cheek to actually smile and giggle at his demands... "Awww, the two of them wanted to have a sleep over so bad, that I couldn't say no. I arranged it with Harvey's mom and she said it was okay. Come on, Dylan, little Daniel has never had a friend sleep over before. Don't you think he deserves it?" "For God's sake, Mom! Couldn't you have put some cushions and a blow up mattress in the living room or something? Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?" My mother shrugged her shoulders and continued to make her a cup of Rooibos tea. "Dylan, I'm not gonna argue with you when your in this kinda mood. This fucking always happens when you're with that filth that you call your friends. Your brother has a sleepover, his first at that, so he gets preference. There is nothing wrong with the couch for one night, and I'll even throw in an extra duvet if you get cold down here. What do you say?" "This is so unfair..." Dylan whispered softly and slumped back to the room he shared with his kid brother. Sure as Sam, Daniel was drooling and thank god it wasn't on his cushions, only the bedding. He turned his head towards his brother's previously unknown friend...and to his shock, it immediately felt like a warm piece of arrow had suddenly and solemnly pierced his heart. Dylan sank down in sheer disbelief and looked closely at the boy. What did his mom say the kid's name was? Jerry? No, Harvey! Harvey...man...a fucking cute name for a bloody cute ass little boy. If he was a friend of Daniel's, he must be around twelve or so, as well. Damn...he was...there was no other words for it...so perfect...and what's more...he was totally spread on Dylan's own bed. Holy mother duck... He had blond hair which matched his angelic features just perfectly. His boyish chest was gently rising up and down with the beating of his young kiddie heart. His mouth was slightly open and his bottom lip quivered as he slept. His legs looked strong and healthy with just a little dusting of hair starting to grow on show. Dylan swallowed, slowly. There it was again. What the hell was wrong with him? It has been like THIS...like forever. Every time he saw a little pre teen boy... He gathered his pajamas as quietly as he could and headed straight for the bathroom. He quickly locked the door and sunk to his knees. He really didn't wanna cry, because as his mother always said, fifteen year old boys was supposed to be tough as nails, not meek and mild like girls...but god knows...loads of normal fifteen year old boys didn't have the kind of troubles that he had. Tears streamed across his face as he buried his face inside his pajamas to smother the raw emotional sounds that was coming from his throat. How did this happen? And why? ** When for all the world growing up, Dylan and his friends began to notice girls back then, between the ages of a young eleven and twelve and most of them having had girlfriends by age thirteen, Dylan tried his best to actually emulate what they had. To try and figure out why...why he too, didn't get excited as a jack hammer when ever their class had PE as a subject and they would be swimming that particular day, and that meant they would be seeing the young girls in their swim wear. Why his buddies all went bat shit crazy when for example, they saw Alicia Albany in her swimsuit. They would go on to talk about her developing boobies for the rest of the fucking day. Further down the line that booby talk eventually evolved in how much they would like to stick their virgin twelve year old dicks inside her and of course, into her bestie, Tracey Palmer as well. Dylan waited. He waited. And then he waited some more. But never, ever, did be have the same desire that his friends had. He would look at Alicia, Tracey and all the other girls in their class and try as hard as he could...and there was nothing. Never. Nothing whatsoever. No desire, no need...no hardness inside his school trousers. They were just...girls. Beautiful girls, indeed. But that was all they were to him. Now...it was a completely different thing when it came to kids such as Roman Henderson, Gary Durant and even worse...the boy all the girls back in middle school used to fall over their feet to simply even get to talk to... Dion Wright. The first time Dylan knew that something inside him was truly, horribly wrong, wrong and different from the rest, was when himself and Dion were paired together for a Science assignment, which meant that Dylan had to go over to his house several afternoons so that they could try and finish it as soon as possible. After they had done what they needed to for the afternoon, the boys would always take a swim for a while and just relax and talk about all things a pre teen boy usually does, which was normally girls, of course. Dion wasn't just blessed with insane good looks, he was genuinely a nice boy as well. It was one particular afternoon where Dylan was peddling water at the deep end and he saw Dion get out of the water at the shallow end and start to dry off. The thing thag grabbed Dylan's attention...his dick...Dion's dick was actually on full show through the swimming trunks. His perfectly shaped twelve year old body glistening with water and shown off emphatically in the late afternoon sunlight. Dylan closed his eyes as he relived that memory... Dion was so...he didn't know the word back then, but he did know he felt special every time when he was around him. He felt that Dion was not only cool and awesome, but his entire demeanor, his smile, his hair flopping wetly against his scalp, his joy for life and his energy...everything about Dion seemed just...magical. And at twelve years od age...Dylan's four and a half inch cock...started to get as hard as it ever was. All the whole, staring at his handsome buddy drying himself off. That's when he knew, and when he had realized...he totally wasn't into girls. The reason why he felt nothing when all the boys went crazy gaga over the girls in their class...was because he preferred the boys. He wanted to check them out, instead. As well as the horror that came with accepting what that notion meant. Dylan was gay. If it only stayed at that, everything would most probably have been fine. I mean...there was a lot more acceptance for gay people nowadays...it would be something that he could have lived with. But somehow...somewhere...perhaps that at the dawn of his realization that he was gay came when he was twelve himself and very munch into boys that particular age...to his utter disgrace...his urges didn't grow along with his age and himself. To this day...at the age of fifteen and a half...Dylan was still attracted to young boys. Eleven, twelve...even a young looking thirteen would do. And that was something he could never understand. Being gay was hard enough. But to want to see young ass pre teen boys naked...to wanna kiss them...dream of touching their flawless youthful skin...to see what their innocent virgin dickies looked like...to even more, taste said dickies and feel them grow inside your mouth. And if he was more than lucky...that little pre teen boy he was sucking off, would be able to cum inside his mouth so viciously that his watery wannabe seed would simply splatter his tonsils with pure boy protein. Dylan got dressed for bed and sighed. Looking at Dion now, three years on from that afternoon in the pool, yes, the boy had grown to be one of the most beautiful teenagers he had ever seen in his life. Blessed with rugged good looks, blessed with a stunning six pack and broad shoulders, biceps strong and muscled from all the time playing rugby for their high school...and Dylan...being gay...had absolutely NO interest in Dion anymore. None. But when it came to Dion's little brother Kieran...almost a carbon younger copy of his older brother...a mere eleven years of age...now THAT boy made Dylan dick rise like Darth Vader. Once he had gotten so hard that he had to jack himself off inside Dion's bathroom at their house. He couldn't handle it. That little boy was so...sexy, perhaps wasn't the word...but he wanted all of him. Literally devour every piece of him. And the moment when Dylan actually came in their bathroom...his lips were clamped shut to drown out noise...but all he could see inside his mind's eye...was his cum being splattered all over that innocent little kid's face. Dylan sighed as he laid down on the very, very uncomfortable couch in their small living room. Horrible or not ...that was his preference. Pre teen boys. And what's more...he'll probably never have the sheer guts to even make a move on one of them. There was a stunningly cute little tyke upstairs in his bed...HIS bed. And oh, my god, it was driving him insane. ** "Come on sleepy head, up you get! Tonight you'll have your own bed back and you can stop being in such a damn mood, hopefully. Daniel, Harvey, are you guys awake yet?" "Geez Mom! You'll wake up the dead with that voice..." Dylan moaned as he threw the duvet over himself once more from where his mother had removed it from only seconds ago. "Better yet, you march your ass upstairs and see if they are up! I promised Harvey's mom I'd see both of them to school and on flipping time! They might not be dressed yet, it's better if you go. What are you waiting for, an invitation? Go!" Man...what a life, Dylan thought as he rose his skinny fifteen year old teenage body from the couch he had been forced to sleep on, and he immediately felt a twinge inside his neck. Damn couch. He knew this was gonna happen. "DANIEL! GET DOWN HERE!" he roared towards the stairs and stretched his limbs. His mother gave him a stern enough look, but she was way too busy making breakfast for three kids instead of the usual two that she didn't think of it again. "Psssst!" Dylan looked up. "Pssssst! Dylan! Over here!" Dylan swung his body towards the stairs where the voice was coming from. Behind the wall of said stairs, Daniel's face was sticking out and signaling for his brother to come over where he was. Dylan slumped his feet over and stood before Daniel with his eyes closed. "What?" he said irritably and tried. "Ssssh! You need to come upstairs." "What for? I'm hungry as..." "Please, Dylan! I can't tell Mom, okay? She'll freak out. And you can't tell her either. Please, would you just help me?" Dylan yawned and nodded. "Better be good, Mom is making pancakes. We fucking never have pancakes..." he murmured before of course realizing that it wasn't everyday that they had a guest sleeping over either. For all he knew, this hunky Harvey boy came from a rich ass family and Mom was out to impress. He actually couldn't give a stuff, but in the same thought...what if Harvey wasn't dressed yet? What if the little gorgeous tyke was naked in there? Jesus. He'd be so lucky. ** Oh God, he WAS naked. As the fucking day that he was born. The moment that Dylan laid eyes in the very naked Harvey, it was like words had left his mouth, as well as the ability to speak. His eyes ransacked the beautiful naked twelve year old boy...his immature kiddie boy chest which was severely showing signs of getting inti puberty, his tummy which was moving up and down at a rapid pace...a few itsy bitsy hairs sprouting at the top of his groin, maybe ten or so at best...and then finally...his soft kiddie boy cock. Dylan swallowed. He was in some sort of trance. It was right...right there. How much he wanted to just...fall on his knees, crawl over to where Harvey was and masturbate that boy's little dink until he could see it hard and pulsating with every beat of his young kiddie boy heart... "Dylan?" FUCK! His brother...how long has he been standing there... "Uhm...Daniel...dude, what the hell is going on here? Why's Harvey naked? What have you two been doing? Is that why you didn't want Mom to see this?" Attack seemed the best form of defense in that moment and time and thank god, it seemed to work because Daniel's eyes softened and he stood between his brother and his buddy. "Look, Harvey has..." "Don't tell him!" Harvey hissed, suddenly remembering where the fuck he was in that moment, and only then proceeded to cover his privates with both his hands. He was suddenly shocking red in his little face and his eyes seemed to be anywhere but on Dylan's. Daniel shrugged his shoulders and looked at Harvey apologetically. "We kinda have to, we did it on his bed." Dylan froze. Daniel...and...this little mini Zac Efron did...what now...where now? Daniel winced as he saw his brother's reaction and he smiled reassuringly. "No! Not that...sorry Harv, I'm gonna have to tell him." "Yeah, please do," came Dylan's sarcastic reply. Daniel took once last look at Harvey before he said. "Harv had a little accident. He pissed on your bed. He was asleep, he didn't even know he was doing it!" Relief flooded over Dylan like mayo onto a Big Mac Burger. That relief didn't last long as he saw Harvey was damn well close to shedding tears right then. Dylan slowly walked forward and gently...needingly...with a deep breath and shaking hands...place his palm on the boy's shoulder. "Hey...hey, it's okay, little man. You don't need to cry. Shit happens yeah? Oh...so that's why you needed me and not Mom. Them sheets will need to be changed." Daniel nodded and put his arm around Harvey. "I'm gonna take him to get cleaned up and tell Mom we're gonna have a shower before school. Please don't tell her! Because then she'll tell Harv's parents and everyone will know. Please, Dylan?" Daniel looked so sincere and so protective of his little friend that Dylan's heart simply melted. Harvey was still statuesque...quite simply still horrified probably at what had happened. And whilst he had been sleeping over as well. "You guys go. Be down soon, okay? And Daniel, good thinking, calling me." The latter smiled cheekily at his older bro, and then led Harvey to the bathroom quickly and carefully. Dylan looked at the soiled duvet and blankets, the stench of little boy piss reeking from it. He rubbed his nose and started to clean up the mess as best he could. He'd have to hide these wet materials until after school, because his mother didn't get home from work until after six, so he'd have plenty of time to wash it and tumble dry it, without her ever knowing. It was the very least he could so...for that handsome little boy. There was something bothering him though. The kid was twelve. Eleven at the least. Had to be. Now, kids that age don't tend to piss in their beds anymore. He severely doubted this happened on a regular basis otherwise Harvey's mom wouldn't have had him sleep over, would she? So why did it have to happen last night? ** They had gotten away with it. Everything had worked out like a dream. The soiled stuff had been washed and dried and replaced on his bed. His mother would never know the difference. It was forever be a secret between himself and Daniel. And of course, Harvey. It had been a week now since the pissing incident and Harvey had not sat foot inside their home in all that time. Dylan so desperately wanted to ask Daniel for information or if they were even still friends, but his brother knew him way too well. He'll wanna know why Dylan was asking and the latter couldn't give him a honest answer. My god. Just imagine. Two weeks eventually passed before Harvey was even mentioned again in their apartment. The landline started to ring whilst Dylan, Daniel and their mother was busy having dinner once evening and their mother quickly and swiftly got up and answered. "Daniel! It's Harvey's mother. They want to know whether you wanna have a sleepover at their place this weekend! Only if you don't have any homework or if you finish it on Friday afternoon, you understand?" "Tell his mom yes!" Daniel yelled back and Dylan got nauseous seeing the leftover chicken nuggets swimming around inside his brother's mouth. He was such a god damn pig. He loved the pants off him. However...Daniel was his only ticket to possibly see Harvey again. Gorgeous Harvey...sexy Harvey...and oh geez...even perhaps naked Harvey. Alas...this visit was gonna be at their home though. Oh well. Perhaps a next time...Dylan pulled a face and dejectedly gobbled up one of his own nuggets. Their mother said goodbye to Harvey's and rejoined her boys back at the dinner table. "Okay, so that's arranged. I can have a little time on my own for a change. Oh, and Dylan, she wanted to know if you would be willing to babysit them this weekend? It's their anniversary on Friday night, so it would only be for that night. They said they'll pay you and goodness knows, we need the money. So will you do it?" "You don't even have to ask..." Dylan said, the smile evident on his teenage face. Wow...the people from their church always said God worked in mysterious ways. He could really start to believe that. ** And there he was. The sexiest little twelve year old that he had ever, ever seen. Well, except perhaps Romeo Beckham when he was younger. But this house of theirs...Jesus...it was something else though. It felt as it three of their apartment could fit in here. Not for the first time, Dylan wondered if Harvey's parents knew where he and Daniel actually lived. The sheer moment that a very excited Harvey introduced himself and his best buddy Daniel to his parents, Dylan could sense and see they were snobs and very much so, unfortunately. The looks they gave the two brothers when they saw the modest clothes Daniel had on, especially when Harvey himself always wore designer labels, left not much to the imagination. They gave him the same look over as well, and Harvey's mother actually had the audacity to lift her fucking eye brows. "Dylan, was it? Are you sure you will be able to keep these two little monsters under control?" Harvey's mother asked as she reapplied her lip balm whilst her husband waited impatiently by the front door. "I'm sure, Mam. My brother is a piece of cake to look after and I'm sure your little boy is well behaved. Or at least he should be." Daniel nearly had a mini stroke as he heard what his brother had said to Harvey's mother but he kept deadly quiet. Dylan didn't waver. He looked her straight in the eye. They might be poor, but they at least had their fucking pride. The woman looked like she could kill him with her bare hands, but she managed to keep her cool and fake smiled her way to her husband. "Oh, before I forget, there is dinner in the kitchen, it's inside the low oven. Be careful when you take it out, it's still warm. I've left a little something for you on the counter, Dylan, for looking after the kids. I'm sure you...will be able to do much with it," Harvey's mother said sweetly, before her scowl returned. That's me told, Dylan said to himself, before he choked back a laugh. He turned towards the boys after he heard that ridiculously expensive BMW these people owned, drive out of the gate. "Alright guys, go and do what you want. I'll check in you like every twenty minutes or so. Harvey, where's the TV remote?" The sound of the TV on his favorite channel, one that they didn't get to see at their own apartment, as they didn't have a satellite dish, was music to his ears. Literally. He loved Trace Urban. The two younger boys was busy putting on their swimming trunks and a shot fluttered through Dylan. Jesus...Harvey... He placed the remote down at once and quickly peeked outside of the living room window. Both boys were now shirtless but Dylan only had eyes for one of them. Two weeks had passed since he had seen that beautiful boy naked and defenseless before him, but if it was at all possible, he was even more hotter than before. His stomach was smooth and hairless, his boy nips pointy and perky, and you could just, just, see the beginnings of what would eventually be a stunning pair of boy six pack abs. Dylan watched as if in slow motion how the boy he fancied expertly dived into the huge swimming pool before coming up for air, his beautiful blond hair smashed across his wet face and a smile on his dial like he was the happiest boy in the world. Jesus...his cock was getting hard. Not now...for fuck sake, he thought before reluctantly turning himself away from Harvey and sitting down on the much too expensive couch in said living room and he tried his best to get his raging fifteen year old boner under control. He had never, ever wanted a boy this much in his entire life. Not even Dion Wright, when they were kids. Not even the Simon Camden character from the 7th Heaven reruns on TV. Not even the handsome animation cartoon character called Zak Storm. This kid had his cock so hard, he couldn't even concentrate. ** "Boys, the food is ready!" Like one man both Daniel and Harvey launched their kid bodies out of the pool and came running like two dogs on heat. They were pre teen boys, bless them. They practically lived for eating. "Now wait, dry yourselves off first before you go in. Yes, Daniel, do as I say!" "You're boring," came the reply but at least they made somewhat of an effort to get dry. I pointed to the outside patio where I had placed clean and dry clothes for both of them and then returned to the kitchen. Homemade lasagna...or should I say maid made lasagna. Didn't care. People like Harvey's parents sure had maids on stand by and his mother in particular, didn't seem that she knew what cooking even was. "Did your mom make this, Harvey? It smells delicious." "Nope. Clara did. She does all the cooking." No further questions, your honor. As the two boys hungrily devoured what was before them and then a full plate of seconds as well, I suggested a DVD in the living room. That kick ass big screen had my name on it and even better if I could convince Harvey it was all his idea. "Hell yeah! I have a movie we can watch upstairs!" he shouted excitedly and ran faster than the devil behind him. "Wonder why he just invited you, bro. Doesn't he have any other friends?" I said as a joke to Daniel before taking another helping of the mouth watering lasagna. I swallowed my food and only then, I saw Daniel looking down and staying very, very quiet. "Dan? Bro?" Daniel scratched his nose before he sighed. "He doesn't have any other friends, Dyl. Only me." That...cannot be true. His looks alone MUST have girls flogging to Harvey like bees to honey cakes! "Are you sure?" I asked Dan. "How won't I know? I go to school with the duce. People say...people say..." Daniel looked quickly towards the stairs, before he leaned in close and whispered... "...people say his weird. That he's a loner and that he's...gay!" Holy mother duck. Have I just hit the bloody jackpot or should I feel sorry for the boy? "Dan, I swear, if you're making up stories..." "...I'm not! That's why he has no friends! I'm the only kid who actually talks to him at school! The way you see him now, like tonight, he's never like this, over there. Don't ask me why...now sssh, here he comes!" An energetic Harvey made his way down the stairs with a DVD in his hand. "Have you seen this one? It's like really old but also really cool. It's called Back to the Future." Daniel shook his head in negatively, before looking back at Dylan. That was their dad's favorite movie of all time, before he died. Himself and Daniel used to lay down on opposite sides of his chest and watch it every Christmas as their mom cooked the lunch. It was kind of a tradition, before he crashed into that oncoming car all those years ago. He could still remember their mom saying over and over that night, why did their dad have to die, when the driver, who was drunk, didn't even have so much as a scratch on him. The accident completely changed her as well. She's never quite been the down to earth, friendly being that she was before. Dylan could fully understand why Dan said he hadn't watched the movie before...I mean, just look at Harvey. He was so happy to share something with his best friend, so...so beautiful in the dimmed light as he started the movie. If Dan was right, if Harvey really didn't have any friends besides himself...then it had to be a real treat for Harvey to have two people here to sleep over. Even if Dylan was one of them. ** His eyes fluttered open. The movie was over, and only the big black TV screen with the DVD brand logo bouncing around, remained of the earlier night. Along with both now, empty bowls of eatened popcorn. Dylan stood up and he immediately saw that both boys were fast asleep on the couch. Awww man...the little snoring noises that came from Harvey was almost as cute as he was. Daniel, on the other hand was drooling ALL OVER these people's expensive upholstery... Dylan yawned and saw on the giant grandfather's clock in the corner, that it was nearly midnight. Wow...when Harvey's mother clearly said they wouldn't be back late. Figures...damn rich people. It didn't seem fit that the two sleep down here, so he walked over to the couch and carefully picked him up. He gasped slightly at how much he weighed these days. When they were younger, Dylan always had Dan ride "horsey" on his back but good god...the tyke was really putting on weight now that he was twelve. He carefully walked up the stairs with his brother and immediately saw where about Harvey's bedroom was. It was the only fucking room on this floor which had any smidgeon of color anywhere. His eyes widened as he saw the KING SIZED bed inside the room. Jesus...what he wouldn't give for one od these. And of course like anything else in this god forsaken big ass house, it had to be designers things as well. He placed Dan on the bed gently, before making a break for downstairs. The last thing he wanted to have happen is having Harvey's folks coming home and have them see he left their previous boy downstairs on his own. Finally reaching Harvey, the boy was fast asleep. As if he didn't have a care in the world. Dylan's eyes unexpectedly started to water. How...and in what universe did this awesome boy...this beautiful person before him...how was it that people refused to be friends with him? That they thought he was gay...but more to the point...why was that still even a thing to avoid someone? It was bloody 2021! Carefully, Dylan leaned down and picked Harvey up in his arms. Unlike Dan, the boy was as light as a feather. Jesus...his cock started to harden at the wrong fucking time. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't no matter how hard he tried. Blond hair...his face so peaceful...his perfectly sculpted pre teenage body now limp underneath his carrying arms. How...how was one boy so fucking perfect? Eventually reaching the top of the stairs and laying Harvey down as gently as he did his kid brother, Dylan stood up and walked a few feet away from the big ass bed. The two monsters looked like angels when asleep, you'd swear they never bombarded that big swimming pool outside only hours ago. He heard a car at the gate and immediately saw infinity lights dwarf everything inside the room in an instant...oh well, Harvey's folks were clearly back and so was that massive BMW of theirs. Dylan walked quickly over to Dan and kissed his forehead like he always does, before they go to sleep. He hesitated just a second. He had to. This could be his only ever chance. He quickly walked to the other side...leaned down...and with quivering lips... ...he kissed Harvey's forehead as well, closing his eyed as he did so. As he prepared to leave the bedroom and switched off the light...he looked back one last time. Oh god...Dan was drooling AGAIN... ...but even that didn't phase him. What shook him more to his very core, was that even in the darkness surrounding them...he could have sworn... ...that Harvey was smiling. ** THANKS FOR READING!!! If I get enough feedback, I'll happily write a second chapter, if you guys want ;) Feel free to send me a line LOL! liciousryan@gmail.com