Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 20:34:03 +0200 From: hadjo Subject: Harry-13 English is not my native language, so please have some consideration... Chapter 12 ended with: Both officers stood up and without another word guided me to the exit. The door closed behind me and there I was... in a strange village where I only lived for a few days and I had no idea where I was now. I started to walk hoping to find something familiar, totally numb and even incapable of thinking or feeling. Everything was a blur. I even couldn't remember what those officers told me. There was only one feeling that was pounding through my chest: I had lost my soul mate. I walked and walked and eventually I recognized the surroundings. Ten minutes later I was home. But home was no longer home. It felt more like a prison. Where were my boys? I slumped down on the couch and suddenly everything went black... Chapter 13. I don't know how long I was out, but the sun had already settled down and it was dark in the room. I had a pounding headache. Every muscle in my body ached and the whole world slowly turned around and around. I laid down for another ten minutes, incapable of moving my head without the feeling of blacking out again. At first I was totally unaware of my surroundings and of what had happened, after that the realization suddenly came back... today I had lost everything in my life that was worth living. I had lost my little soul mate and my very best friend... my heart ached with a nearly unbearable pain. I started to sob but that aggravated the headache and caused feelings of vomiting. Very slowly I turned my head and tried to get up, but that immediately caused more dizziness. I waited a few minutes and tried again. Step by step I forced myself to sit upright and to look around. A couple of drawers were partially opened, the computer mouse wasn't in it's normal place, some boxes were opened and the contents littered the floor. Those police officers seemed to have looked everywhere, even on my personal computer. Suddenly I became angry. This is MY house, dammit. This is my private room, and nobody has the right to nose into my belongings! And the boys are MY boys... but I have lost them. I will never see them back. From now on my life will be totally empty, with only the memories of my boys to live with. I slumped down and again everything went black. This time I welcomed the darkness... I came back with the vague memory of a very bright light. The headache had lessened somewhat and I was hungry. Cautious I got up but the dizziness seemed to have gone. I went to the kitchen and buttered a few slices of bread. The memory of little Harry baking the eggs and catching some herbs from the backyard crossed my mind and again I started to sob. But I forced myself to at least eat some bread and cheese. I made myself a cup of coffee but it tasted like sewage so I threw it away and drank some water instead... The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Every time I thought I heard my boys chatting, teasing each other and playing games on the computer, but from now on that was impossible. They were gone forever and I would never see them back. I looked at a greenish model with a colored face standing on a corner of the dresser, proudly looking into the room. Little Harry's mask... Finally I went upstairs for a shower, but even there everything remembered me of my boys. The floor still was littered with plastic cups and paperclips, a couple of wet towels roamed the ground, everywhere I detected pieces of clothing, soap and tooth paste... I looked at my bed and indeed I could clearly detect the three imprints where the boys and I had slept together in the same bed. In an outburst of despair I smoothed the sheets and it felt like wiping out all memories of the boys. Now I was really alone. I crawled under the sheets and tried to sleep. One time I thought I heard the telephone downstairs, but who would phone me on this hour of the day, else than some assurance company trying to sell me something I didn't need at all... slowly I drifted off into a restless sleep full of nightmares. The next morning I awoke with the bright sun shining through a crack in the curtains and at first I expected to see two very bright deep blue eyes peering into mine and to hear a cheerful voice saying: "I thought you would never wake up silly!" But nobody looked into my eyes, and the silence was deafening. Again I started to sob. Where was Jack now, now we needed him? Or was everything a fake, a product of my own imagination? Did Jack never promise anything but did I make everything up in my own fantasy? Was everything I imagined I remembered about our past lives one big illusion, no more than a wishing dream? Again I heard the telephone downstairs. Why didn't they leave me alone? I don't need a mortgage or a subscription. I need my boys... After a while I pulled myself together, took a shower, slowly clothed and went downstairs with still aching muscles. I forced myself to eat and drink something and again slumped down on the couch, my sanctuary of the past evening. I tried to block out all emotions and to think about my future. What am I going to do now? Am I going to sit down on this couch for the rest of my life? But what else could I do? I thought and thought, but all I could think about concentrated on only one thing: I want my boys back. And that is impossible... The very moment the police detects a child in my house they will arrest us again... Again that damned telephone! Why don't they leave me alone? Shut up with your daily newspapers! I don't need your sales promotions. I don't need anything any more. I think I am going to end my life. This time it has been enough. My life is over, I am NOT going to sit on the porch of my house for the rest of my life in total solitude and desperate longing for my boys. I am out of here... How shall I end my life? Throw myself under a train? Jump off a flat? Eat some deadly pills? Slash my wrists? Hang myself? It has to be fast and painless for I am a coward. Jack, where are you? JACK.......... JACK.......... Nobody answered. And I was too scared to kill myself. Chicken... Again that damned telephone. This time I am going to smash it!!! Furious I went to my desk, ready to release all my anger and frustration on the poor object. Suddenly I could hear the panicking voice of Jack somewhere in my head, shouting: "Please don't do that! You have to listen first..." I don't believe myself any more... again I am making up those voices in my head. I am so stupid! But I reached for the receiver. "Hello..." I snarled into the microphone, ready to smash it against the wall. "...sniff... DAD!!! You are home!!! I tried to phone you yesterday evening and today and again... where were you? I was soooo afraid..." "Harry!!! My poor boy, where are you? My darling, what did they do to you? I missed you so badly...." "I missed you too dad! I am here, with John and with his mother. Will you come and get us? Please? I need you..." "Where are you? Of course I am coming! Where's the address?" "I'll give you John's mother..." Twenty seconds later I was on my way to my boys, to another town about fifty miles away, a small paper with the address clamped in my hand and my heart jumping in my chest. I was so nervous that at first I hardly could start the car and then I nearly crashed a lamppost. I forced myself to calm down and to drive very careful for a while and that helped. I remembered driving that same road with my two boys in the back of the car singing along with the music and I switched the radio on. Suddenly that same song filled the air: "You are soooo beauuuutifuuuullll..." I grinned despite my nerves. This certainly was a very good sign. Silently I thanked Jack and I thought I heard "you are welcome" somewhere in my head. I was on my way to get my boys back. After an hour and some searching I parked the car in the street and looked around for the house number. Suddenly a door opened and two boys literally flew through the air and landed on me. I lost my balance and all three of us landed on the street, giggling, sobbing, kissing, rubbing faces to faces and fighting for the best place. I had my boys back! Both of them. After a while I slowly stood up and looked around, both boys hanging on my arms. Trudy stood in the door opening, smiling broadly with tears in her eyes and her hands invitingly outstretched. "Welcome and please come in! I hope you did survive that attack of your boys?" I went into the house with both boys still hanging on my arms and we all sat down on a couch in the living room. "Shall I make you some coffee?" "Yes please, that would be wonderful." "With two lumps of sugar and no milk mom," little Harry immediately added. I ruffled his hair and he melted even more into me with tears in his eyes. "I thought I would never see you back..." After a while Trudy started to tell her story. Yesterday a police officer found her telephone number after some searching and informed her they started an interrogation concerning a male newcomer in town, her own child John and a gypsy boy in her custody. Both boys were found in the newcomer's house and obviously spent there the night together in his bed, while a third boy fled from his house nearly naked. At first she was totally dumbstruck, but after a few seconds she told them in very clear words both boys were there with her total consent and she demanded both children back immediately. The officers tried to convince her but she threatened them with a lawsuit. She phoned her brother and in his car they drove to the village where they claimed both boys. There was no legal way the police officers could refuse, so ten minutes later they were on their way back with both boys crying in the backseat, very concerned about their big friend. The first thing she did when she was back in her mother's house was contacting a lawyer. He told her he couldn't do much for me at that moment, but she certainly had done the only right thing. He also told her the only way to withhold the police from further actions against me was granting me total custody over both boys. But for total custody she also needed the father's permission... She went to Eric's office and made an enormous scene until he surrendered and signed all papers the lawyer had handed her. Now the only things the lawyer needed were some signatures from me and a paper proving I never was sentenced before in my life. She even already made an appointment with her lawyer to bring me and all needed papers with her this afternoon. Her only concern was: was I willing to pay the lawyer, for she didn't have enough money herself? I was totally speechless. Trudy was willing to grant me total custody over little Harry AND over her own child John? Just like that? The only thing I had to do was signing some papers? Unbelievable... and of course I would pay for everything! Suddenly I remembered Jack's words: "There will be a very difficult time for all three of you, but you will come through and in the end there will be victory!" "They were so mean dad!" little Harry started to tell, leaning into me with John on my other side, "they kept telling me you were a bad influence and you did improper things with us by let us sleep in your bed. I tried to tell them I wanted that myself but they just wouldn't listen. They went on and on and sometimes I heard John crying and shouting in the other room. They kept asking about the shower and where you washed me and what you did with yourself and with my body. Until I started to scream just like John screamed in the other room. And all of the sudden mom came in and rescued me." John nodded: "I told them to go to hell and that I wanted to help my little brother. But they kept asking the same questions over and over." Trudy made us something to eat and after that we went to the town hall for my papers. I had to show my identity card and after twenty minutes they came back with an official paper stating I was really trustworthy. From the town hall we went to Trudy's lawyer who made me sign a couple of papers and gave me some advice about how to act a next time. I learnt a lot and hoped I never had to use his advices... With those papers he would start an application for custody of both boys and subsequent the adoption of little Harry. The procedure for custody would take about a week, but for final adoption I could reckon with at least half a year. No problem, we can wait... He copied some papers and handed them to me as a prove of temporary custody under authorization of the parents. From now on nobody could take my boys away from me without at least a court arrest. A big load fell from my chest... I asked him about little Harry's origination and suddenly he became very interested. He took a little cassette recorder and put a tape in. "Can you tell me everything you remember about your youth, even the smallest details?" Little Harry told him everything he remembered, about the campfires, the police raids, the witch hunt, the screaming and his parents with their little son fleeing into the darkness with a small caravan and a lent car. And that he probably was of royal herit...something. "You mean you probably are of royal heritage?" "Oh yeah, that!" "Well, that would make things a lot easier I suppose. Do you know in which country you lived?" Harry didn't have the slightest idea, but where he used to live they spoke a totally different language. "Please can you say some words in your own language for me?" Harry uttered some words I couldn't understand at all, but the lawyer seemed very pleased. "Thank you! I think we have a case and I will do everything I can to find your relatives back as soon as possible." I thanked the lawyer and promised to open a retainer for him with enough money to cover his first expenses. Very relieved we went home where we were greeted by Trudy's mother, Mark and Marrie. They had been shopping just to give us some space and again we had to tell our story. I thanked them and took my boys with me back home, giggling in the backseat and singing along with the radio. Our special song didn't pop up this time. It was a strange feeling to be home again, in some way you still could feel the desperation of this morning hanging around. First thing we did was opening all windows, and after that we all went into the shower to free ourselves from all negative energies. Third thing we did was clear out all evidences of the police visit. We tidied the drawers, emptied the last boxes and stowed everything away. Harry put on his mask with a little help and both boys went into the village to buy us some flowers, a couple of candles and some incense. Within half an hour they were back and soon the house filled with a wonderful aroma. With a content feeling we sat down on our couch and enjoyed each others company, both boys still very cuddly and clinging onto me. Suddenly the bell rang. I jumped up to the ceiling and little Harry went very pale. "Nooooo..." he softly said, he slumped back and curled up like a threatened animal. John balled his fists and stormed to the door. A few seconds later we heard a familiar voice and Davey entered the room with a broad smile on his face and beaming eyes. "Smells good here!" he complimented while he sat himself down on a chair. "I was here this morning but nobody was home. Mom told me the police phoned her yesterday and they wanted to ask me some questions. But she refused to let them talk with me and she told them everything about my sudden panic in the shower and leaving the house with only a few clothes on. Did they really arrest you?" This time John told his version of the story, how two officers took us with them and separated us into three different rooms. How they started to ask questions about my conduct but he answered them to go to hell and that he wanted to help his little brother who they all could hear, sobbing and screaming in the other room. But they didn't allow him... until after a while his mother rescued him. And now he was in my custody and nobody ever could take him or little Harry away from me any more. Everybody was silent after John's story, until Davey suddenly asked me: "Can I be in your custody too? Please?" He looked at me and I saw such a longing in his eyes... "I don't know Davey, I think you will have to ask your mother first about that." "But I want to call you dad too. Will you allow me? Please?" "Same thing Davey, that's ok with me but only with your mother's consent." He threw himself onto my lap, beaming and with tears in his eyes. "Thank you dad, I love you!" We decided to go downtown and eat a Chinese meal this afternoon, so Davey called his mother and again I had to tell the whole story. I also told her about Davey's desire to call me dad, and I could hear her relief. She thanked me for being there for her son with tears in her voice and I promised to send him home around nine o'clock. Little Harry again put on his mask with a little help, while Davey looked at him with his mouth wide open. "Wow man, you really look NORMAL now, I hardly can recognize you!" Harry beamed and proudly led the way to the car. We went to the Chinese restaurant in town where Harry with some trepidation told me this was the first time in his life he went to a real palace like this, causing some laughter from John and Davey. "Wait till you ever visit a REAL palace, this is only a small place to eat..." But little Harry still looked very impressed and was rather quiet. After arrival of the different cups with spices he started to ask questions again, like a head cook trying out some new products. Careful he tasted everything, compared the different tastes and started to put a little bit of everything he liked onto his platter. With a serious look on his face he mingled a few things and started to eat, suddenly beaming. "That tastes really good dad, you should use that reddish powder over there together with that greenish snot..." John and Davey fell from their chairs with laughter and I nearly choked in my first mouthful of rice. We all enjoyed the meal very much and at the end decided to revoke on the dessert because we were too stuffed. Content and satisfied we went home, singing along with the music of the car radio. First we brought Davey home and he hugged all of us and kissed me two times, his mother looking at us from the doorway with tears in her eyes. Just before he shut the door he looked at us again with beaming eyes and wove until we drove away and disappeared from his vision. My third son... We decided to call it a day and went upstairs. Harry and John wanted to shower again, and of course I joined them. Little Harry was the first one to get a boner and poor me the second one, so this time John won the competition with a broad smile and also a growing boner. We shaped sort of a slide with a lot of soap on the floor and after a while all three of us had various bruises, but we had FUN. We carefully dried each other and went to bed, me again with both boys on my stomach fighting for the best place. I drifted off... In the middle of the night I suddenly awoke by a raw scream reverberating in my ears. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo..." Little Harry started to fight, still screaming on the top of his lungs, wildly swinging around with his arms and crawling all over the bed. John clicked the light on and I tried to take Harry into my arms, but he kept fighting himself free with a frightened expression on his face and with bulging eyes staring into nowhere. It was impossible to calm him down, he just continued to scream and fight. Suddenly I remembered an old habit, in use for thousands of years all over the world before everybody went crazy about children and sex. After some hesitancy I gently started to play with his little pecker. Within two minutes Harry calmed down while his pecker slowly woke up and now proudly pointed into the air. It really worked! He melted into me, closed his eyes and was deep asleep. I was trembling all over my body. That poor little boy, was this really how society PROTECTED this child, saddling him up with all kinds of nightmares? I felt angry and frustrated together. John sensed my mood and crawled onto my stomach. "That really helped dad! I didn't know you could calm down somebody by playing with his weenie. Please will you calm me down too?" Clever boy. How could I say no? He let himself slide down next to me and suddenly I felt his hand on my penis. He started to feel around and I let him discover my balls while my penis irresistibly started to grow. His head landed on my breast with a content sigh while he continued to play with the tip and the forehead. After a while I started to play with him too and he melted even deeper into me. We came together, moaning and thrusting our hips into the air while little Harry peaceful continued his deep sleep next to us. Again John crawled onto me, my cum sticking between us. Tenderly he kissed my mouth and I kissed him back. "Thank you dad, I needed that. I can't tell you how much I love you. You really are the best dad in the whole world!" After a while everything became too sticky so we went out of bed and showered together. I changed the top sheets while little Harry peacefully continued to sleep. We laid down and Harry again melted into me without waking up, while John melted into me on the other side. And I felt really happy, content, rich. The next morning we cuddled for a while, clothed and went downstairs for I had to phone the transplantation clinic with excuses for not canceling the other day and I would try to make another appointment for little Harry. I went to the desk, stretched my hand out and the telephone started to ring. Surprised I looked at the bewitched thing. Slowly it dawned to me that someone was trying to phone me at the same time... I took up the receiver. "Hello..." I told the microphone, hoping this wasn't someone trying to sell me something I didn't need at all... "Escuse sir, you do... small boy, Harold Janovsky Romany, live you house, yes?" ------- Chapter 14 will follow. Again thank you for your emails. A few excerpts: * Bringing in Davey was an excellent idea, it is showing that Davey can still love. I think that your either going to have something between John and Davey or John and Big Harry. You have written an excellent chapter and are doing a great job with the story and with showing the love between all of them. I love how you show there need and how B. Harry is helping them over come their problems. I think that the problem that is going to be the department of CPS are going to try and stop B. Harry from getting L. Harry. But I have a feeling that not only is he going to show that he can take care of him but that he can take care of all 3 of them. * First, may I compliment you on your very bold story? To be forthright, I was sampling stories for a good jack-off tonight when I thought I would open the file entitled "Harry." What a surprise! I have read only through Chapter 4 tonight, and my pecker sleeps quietly, but I am moved to write you to say what an amazing tale this is becoming! I shall read further, of course, but right now I must go to bed and let the rest of my body sleep. Work tomorrow! * This chapter is something I really can relate to. So You are professional - well I thought so. Your insight is far beyond the common man. My background apart from the official one that i published is that i was professionally dealing with abused children as well. I know from that and have also felt on my own body, the immense damage gossipers - anonymous informers and preoccupied prosecutors can cause, and they are very difficult if not impossible to make to understand the essences of trust and honest human relations, just because there are also bad people out there. * Your story is so realistic with today's life. We have busy body's that try to ruin good things. The road of life is too rocky without someone making it harder to trod. I think Chapter 12 is the best I have read. I feel sorry for "Big Harry" and am really upset with the police Gestapo tactics. Harry is guilty until he proves himself innocent. The constitution says YOU ARE INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY. * Thanks for sharing the story from Jasper. I guess I have a big heart and want to wrap my arms around these lads and shield them from so much hurt that Life seems to dish out. Your essays help others to cope with their problems as they realize that they are not alone. Keep up the writing and I am looking forward to the next chapter. Please write from the Heart and not to meet a suspense date. Your loyal readers will wait. * WOW that was SO sad, I hope that you let everything work out and that you are going to let them all get back together. You are writing a wonderful story and you are showing that no matter what a person goes through that they will be able to survive. And another email from my special friend Jasper: I just read you last story about Harry. It cool what you did at end of the story i really liked that. I think it help a lot people to know that to like it help me. Thanks you really cool and i like you. I look on the maps to see where you from and i found it. I am in the USA by the west coast. you are a long way from me to. My foster parents said it night there when it day here. I got go bye. You can e-mail me or chat to me. Jasper. Please send your comments (or hints how to go on) to my mailbox: mailto:harry@hadjo.nl and thank you very much for reading my first story in the English language. My native language is Dutch (Nederlands) and I am living in The Netherlands.