Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2005 21:54:03 +0200 From: hadjo Subject: Harry-18 English is not my native language, so please have some consideration... Chapter 17 ended with: Harry lead the way to the car, proudly carrying the keys. We switched on the radio and again we all sang along with the music. After a while both boys went silent again and wrapped up into each others arms. They slept until we were home after two hours of driving. We were home again, feeling rather tired but very content. The boys plunged into the fridge and came back with four cans of cola while I made myself a cup of coffee and drank some water. We went to the living room where Harry and John settled down behind the computer and started an adventure game. Again everything felt peaceful and in harmony. Chapter 18. After a while John decided to phone his mother so Harry retreated and decided to inspect the surroundings of the house on his own. I helped him with his mask and off he went, with a proud smile on his face. He certainly had changed a lot since I first met him! I went to the kitchen to make some preparations for dinner and tidy things a bit, and it would give John some space to talk with his mother. I made a list of things that needed a refill and rearranged the fridge. After that I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom, vacuum cleaned the bedrooms, the hallway and the stairs, and changed the blankets on the beds. The bell rang and I hurried downstairs and opened the door. Outside was little Harry with a big smile on his face, accompanied by a small boy of about seven or eight years old with nearly white hair and bright greenish eyes, expectantly looking up to me. "Hey dad! This is my new friend Nicky and we want to play some games on the computer for he hasn't got one himself." "Welcome friend Nicky into our humble house! Do you want something to drink?" I ruffled his hair and he instantly beamed, slightly leaning into me. We went to the kitchen and little Harry opened the fridge. "Coke, water with bubbles, milk, orange juice or hot chocolate milk?" Nicky chose hot chocolate milk so Harry made him and himself two cups with in each two bags of chocolate powder. After a while they both went to the living room, sipping their hot chocolate milk and walking shoulder to shoulder. John had retreated onto the couch so they sat down behind the computer, wriggling themselves into one chair. They started to play a racing game and Harry explained everything to Nicky in a soft voice. Nicky nodded and seemed to pick up things really fast. A moment later they were deep into the game and Nicky suddenly roared with laughter when a car broke down and collapsed into a fire. "That's the little brother of that bastard that kicked Harry off his skateboard!" John angrily whispered into my ear when I sat down onto the couch next to him. "What is he doing here? I don't like those people, for his father is just as big a bastard as his son!" "Well John, are you a bastard because your father Eric was one? Or is Davey a bastard because his father is a bad person?" John thought for a moment and suddenly fiercely blushed. He looked up to me. "Sorry dad, I see what you mean. You are right, that boy seems to be rather nice, and of course he can't help his father is different... I have to learn to think first before I open my big mouth..." His eyes started to tear up and he leaned into me. I threw my arms around him and so we sat together for a moment. "How is your mother doing and your brother and sister?" "She was glad to hear something from me and she missed me a lot. And sometimes I miss her too... I told her everything about the zoo and the clinic and she is very glad little Harry is getting his new face so soon. Eric tried to get Mark and Marrie into his custody but she convinced him to stop his efforts, for else she would sue him for abandoning us. Now at least he leaves her alone. She also invites us to visit her in the course of next week." "Whooahhh..... GOTCHA!" Nicky suddenly shouted from behind the computer and threw his arms high into the air. We all started to laugh and little Harry poked him in the ribs. Two seconds later they both were wrestling on the carpet, trying to pin the other and tickling each other everywhere. After a while Harry won. "Say uncle!" "Aunt..." "Not aunt. Uncle!" "Nephew..." "Uncle, or I will ask my dad and my brother for help!" "Grandpa..." "Dad, John, Nicky won't say uncle..." "I suppose you already did say that for him? At least three times..." Harry looked perplexed and at that moment Nicky threw his hips into the air and kicked Harry off his breast. They started to wrestle and tickle again until after a while Nicky suddenly collapsed and colored a deep red. "I peed my pants..." "Ah poor baby, did you forget your pampers?" little Harry teased him, roaring with laughter. Nicky hesitantly stood up, blushing, with a big dark and dripping spot in the front of his blue jeans. "Maybe you can take him to the shower to wash up, and give him one of your own trousers to wear for the moment?" Little Harry took Nicky upstairs and we heard them enter the shower, again laughing and tickling each other. "Dad, are you in for a game on the computer whilst those two are upstairs?" Of course I was in for the game and the next moment we were wrestling for the best place in front of the computer. Unfortunately we didn't fit together into one chair... John beamed and again I felt a little boy myself. He slaughtered me! Every time I thought I was winning he suddenly pushed my car to the sideline and passed without any difficulty, leaving me with a wrecked car. "I think I am too old for those games..." "Poor old man! Do you need a pillow to sit more comfortable?" I poked him in the ribs and two seconds later we both were wrestling on the carpet, trying to pin the other and tickling each other everywhere. Of course I won and pinned John to the floor. "Say uncle!" "Aunt..." "Not aunt. Uncle!" "Nephew..." "Uncle, or I will ask the other boys for help!" "Look out for I will pee my pants too. On purpose!" "Poor little baby, did you forget your pampers?" At that time we both were laughing so much we really nearly wet our pants. We hurried to the toilet and both released ourselves, trying to cross our beams without splashing too much. Without a word we both went to the stairs and listened... "What are they doing up there? They are too silent..." John whispered. Slowly we ascended the stairs and cautiously we opened the door to the shower. Nicky and little Harry both laid stretched out under the splashing water, eyes closed and lazily playing with each others stiffies, both of them with a blissful smile on their faces. It really was a beautiful sight and I winked at John to be very silent. He nodded his consent. Involuntary his hand went to his crotch, but when he saw I was looking he blushed and pulled his hand away. "It's OK, just go along..." I mouthed to him and smiled. He nodded and leaned into me. After a while little Harry lazily opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw us a big smile crossed his face. "Hi dad and John. How long were you spying on us?" Nicky opened his eyes, suddenly colored a deep red and bolted upright with a lot of fear in his eyes. "Please, don't hit me! I did nothing bad! I was just playing a game..." He looked around like a trapped animal, his greenish eyes scanning from left to right trying to find an escape. "Ssh ssh, don't be upset. You did nothing wrong and you are not in trouble. Come on, let's dry you off and perhaps you can use some of Harry's dry clothes if you wish." Fearfully he neared me, ready to fly. Invitingly I opened my arms and with a lot of trepidation he let himself melt into me. He sighed and shuddered a few times until his fears disappeared and then he looked up to me, trying to read my eyes. He started to sob. "I was afraid you would be angry at me and hit me..." "I will NEVER do that to anybody! I never will hit a child. And why do you think I would be angry at you?" "For being a fag..." I really didn't know how to answer him... I took a towel and dried him everywhere, while John tried to dry a squirming Harry. "Look out for the new scars between my legs! I forgot to keep them dry." "Stand still for a moment! You behave like an eel in a bucket of snot." Suddenly we all started to laugh and the tension vanished. Harry went to his room and came back with some Snoopy underpants and blue jeans for Nicky. The boys clothed and little Harry fished his mask somewhere from behind the soap. "Sorry dad, I will clean it up in the kitchen..." We went downstairs and sat down on the couch in the living room. Harry positioned himself onto my lap, John melted into me on my right side and Nicky took a place next to me on my left side. I put my arm around him and he let himself go with a content sigh. "What did you mean by what you said in the shower? What is a fag?" He tensed up and I could feel him holding his breath. After a moment he relaxed and melted further into me. "That's what my dad called Jason when he caught him with his friend, playing with each others weenies. He nearly beat him to death and called him a fag and a homo. Jason had to go to the hospital with two broken ribs and told them he felt down the stairs. When he was back dad told him he would never tolerate a fag in his house and next time he would castrate him, cut his balls off. After that Jason changed a lot, now he is really mean to everybody and he is always in a bad mood..." Suddenly I felt John stir and shiver, holding his breath. I could feel his distress. Nicky started to sob and little Harry hopped from my lap so I could take Nicky into my arms for a while. I sent him my love and he cozily cuddled next to me with his head under my left arm. I really love my gypsy boy with his big heart! Nicky really started to cry now and let go all of his anger, fear and frustration. I slowly cradled him until his sobs lessened and John got some Kleenex from the kitchen. I wiped his eyes dry and he looked very relieved. "I wish you were my dad... but now I have to go home." He went to the kitchen to splash his face with cold water and Harry put his wet pants into a plastic bag. "Tomorrow I will bring your clothes back, and thank you for everything!" Suddenly he gave me a very wet kiss and off he went, accompanied by little Harry who decided to walk him home without even thinking about his mask. "Dad..." John lifted himself onto my lap with tears in his eyes, "I am so ashamed of myself... I never thought Jason would be in so much trouble. I am sorry..." "That's ok son. I think you learned a lot today! Never judge a person from the outside." He nodded and we cuddled until Harry came back, carrying a plastic bag with his own clothes in it. "Nicky changed clothes while we were there so I could take mine back home. And Jason just looked at me without saying a word. His father wasn't home yet and they don't have a mother in the house, just like us." He cuddled next to John and we all drifted off into a slumber until our stomachs began to rumble. We went to the kitchen and prepared a nice meal with the help of Harry's herbs and advices. Again it tasted delicious. We washed everything and took some drinks with us to the living room. Little Harry suddenly tilted his head and seemed to listen to something or somebody. "There's Davey, and I think he's with someone else..." Ten seconds later the bell rang and John went to the door. He came back with Davey, accompanied by Davey's mother Mary. How did little Harry know? Every time again I was amazed about his weird capabilities. We all greeted and John and Harry went to the kitchen to fetch some more drinks. Davey climbed onto my lap without any hesitancy and I threw my arms around him without thinking. Mary looked at us with tears in her eyes. "I am so glad Davey found you! He really needed a father who cares about him. After he met you he totally changed. Now I can see he is really a happy boy, for the first time in his life. Thank you, thank you so much!" She got a handkerchief from her pouch and wiped her eyes. "At first I had some doubts about your being so close with him, but now I know I can trust you completely. He is all yours, you can do with him as you like, I agree with everything. You can take him with you to those gypsies if you wish, I will sign everything you need and next week we will go to town to get him his own passport. I accept you as his new father without any restrictions." She looked at us with a lot of love in her eyes and again used her handkerchief. Harry and John came back with coffee and cola and nestled on the couch next to me and Davey. "I took your place this time..." Davey snickered and poked Harry in the ribs. "Nah, I can sit on dad's lap for the rest of my life..." The bell rang again and John went to the door. He came back followed by a beaming Nicky. "I am allowed to be here until eight o'clock. And my father wishes to have a talk with you some time." "Tell your father he is always welcome for a talk!" Nicky and little Harry went to the computer to continue their racing game. "Please not too loud this time! And no tickling or wetting pants..." They both looked at me with disdain and ignored me completely. Again they wriggled into the same chair. "I dare you to a game of checkers?" John asked Davey. Davey nodded, John got the board and the box and they both settled down at the table. "You know, yesterday was the first time ever Davey let a MAN look at his scar." Mary softly told me. "Even in the hospital only a nurse was allowed to wash him, he was afraid of every man. So you earned a very special place in his heart and he really completely trusts you. He even asked you to put some oil onto it?" I nodded, a little bit bashful. "I think you are the best thing that ever happened to him. He now has a chance to grow up in a normal caring and loving environment. He asked me to talk to you about going with you and Harry to the clinic next time. He really wants to be with you as much as possible, he even asked me to marry you so he could be with you all the time..." She looked at the floor for a long time. And I didn't know what to say., so I asked her: "Perhaps you could go with us next time? Davey would be delighted." "Oh no, I will never invade into your life. I like you, I like you a lot. But I am not in love with you. For the moment I feel happy without a man in my life, and who knows what the future will bring? I am glad you will look after my son sometimes, and I believe even when I should marry again, you will remain Davey's dad after that. He will always be your special son..." We had some more small talk and time went by. At eight o'clock Nicky went home with again a very wet kiss and a cuddle. "Can I come back tomorrow please? I like it here." "You may come back every time you wish, but only when your parents agree." "I only have my father, for my mom died when I was a baby. And my father already agrees. Do you walk me home Harry? My father is home now, so you could meet him if you wish..." Little Harry went with him without even thinking about his mask, just like this afternoon. They both frolicked out of the door, shoulder to shoulder and bumping into each other. It seemed little Harry had found himself a new friend... Fifteen minutes later the bell rang. John went to the door and came back with little Harry and a beaming Nicky, followed by a really BIG man with an even bigger mustache, ducking his head to pass the doorpost. "Hi Mary and Davey, nice to see you again! Hello sir, my name is Jason but everybody calls me BJ, that's short for Big Jason. Please may I have some private talk with you?" Mary rose from her chair and beckoned Davey to follow. "Hello BJ, and I think it's time for us to go home. Thanks Harry for your hospitality and for listening to me." "Mom, am I allowed to spend the night with Harry and John?" She looked at me with a question mark in her eyes. "I don't have a problem with that, but only when you agree." "Ok then, but we don't make it a habit..." Davey beamed and threw his arms around her waist. "Thanks mom, you are the best mom in the whole world!" We shook hands and Mary went home after inviting the boys and me to dinner tomorrow. Little Harry and Nicky went to the computer and again wriggled into the same chair, John and Davey resumed their game of checkers. I beckoned Nicky's father to the kitchen. "Coffee, tea or hot chocolate milk?" I brew a pot of fresh coffee and we both sat down onto the kitchen table, BJ obviously with some difficulty. "First I want to apologize. A few days ago my eldest son, Jason, told me his story of being attacked by four big children who seemed to reside in your house. They first run him over, after that some big boy beat him up with his skateboard, another really big boy kicked him in the nuts and a girl like a panther punched him a bloody nose. They disappeared and left him on the streets like that. Of course I was pissed and went to the police, who promised me to start an investigation about you as a single male collecting so much neighborhood children in your house. Gossip told me there was an investigation and you were arrested together with two small boys. That's when I started to think. Only small boys and not big boys and a girl like a panther? I asked here and there and the picture became clear. The 'big boy' was our neighborhood boy John and the girl was his small sister Marrie. The other boy was twelve years old Thomas who's on vacation now, and Jason was 'run over' by that really small poor gypsy boy with his burnt face, Harry... I assure you I was severely shocked and I had a good talk with Jason. Again I went to the police who told me everything turned out for the best and now you had full custody over both boys and were beyond any doubt a good and healthy nurturer. I also discovered our habitual street blabber had a hand in it too, and I assure you she will never again spread any gossip about you or about your children! From now on the whole neighborhood will stand up for you and help you with everything. Yesterday I had some small talk with Mary and her son Davey and they both really adore you! It seems you have a really good influence on little Davey after he was abused by that beast and for the first time in his life he feels loved and happy, unlike Jason..." BJ stopped and wiped a tear from his eyes. I poured two cups of coffee and we drank our coffee in silence. After a while he went on. "Today my youngest son Nicky came home totally in awe. He met a new friend about his own age and they went to his house where he met the nicest person on the whole earth, that's you. He wrestled with his new friend and they tickled each other, and suddenly he wet his pants for indeed he has a weak bladder. But you didn't make any tantrum and just sent them both upstairs to the shower. In the shower Nicky was severely shocked for his new friend suddenly peeled his face off... his friend just laughed and told him everything about the fire and his operations. They both laid down on the floor when suddenly you and John entered. Again he was afraid you would punish him but you just dried him and told him to put on some dry clothes from your youngest son. He started to cry and that's when you held him in your arms and comforted him. And now you are his hero! He couldn't stop telling us about everything you said and did and how you put your arm around him on the couch and how you really listened to him... I am afraid I never was a good father to my boys. My wife died when Jason was eight years old and Nicky was just a baby. I started to drink and became a real bully, always bad tempered and cursing about nearly everything. Two years ago I nabbed Jason and a friend in his room, both naked and playing with each other. I went completely berserk and kicked him two broken ribs. He went to hospital and after that he was changed. Now he is always angry and a total jerk, and I am afraid that's my fault... I tried to speak with him but he just won't listen; and I am too impatient and always start yelling again. I think he is afraid of me... Last month I was always tired with pain everywhere in my body so I went to the doctor. They examined everything and told me I have cancer in the last stage and will probably die within a few months or even earlier. I have no family and no friends, everyone is always afraid of me... please will you take Nicky into your house and raise him? He adores you and I know you will be a much better father to him than I ever could be. I regret everything I did, but that's too late now..." He started to sob and I offered him a Kleenex. I didn't dare to put my arm around him... what if he really was a homophobic? After a while he blow his nose and dried his eyes. "I am such a baby. I'm going home now and I hope you will think it over and let me know. Can Nicky stay the night with you?" "Of course he can stay and I will seriously think about your question. I suppose you will have to sign a lot of papers to grant me full custody. What are you going to do about Jason?" "Jason is nearly seventeen now and he wants to be on his own, so I think he is going to rent a room somewhere. But I didn't know where to go with Nicky and I didn't want to put him into a hostel. I hope you will look after him but I won't press you." He went to the door and was gone without saying another word, leaving me alone with my thoughts. First thing I thought was: I will have to buy a bigger car! Second thing: where will all four boys sleep tonight? We have only three bedrooms. Well, I will let the boys decide for themselves, but my waterbed certainly isn't big enough for five persons... I went back to the living room where Harry and Nicky still raced all types of cars and John and Davey laid down together on the couch watching some crazy film on TV. "Where's my dad?" Nicky asked looking around, "he went home without me?" "Would you like to spend the night here in our house?" "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" He jumped from his chair and nearly suffocated me by throwing his arms around my neck and giving me a big wet kiss. "I want to sleep with Harry in his room!" So that was settled for the night. After a while we all went upstairs, showered and went to bed. Nicky sleeping together with little Harry, both in the same bed, giggling and pushing each other until I threatened to put them apart. John and Davey sleeping together in John's bed and lonely me sleeping alone in my big waterbed. After a while little Harry came to me, yawning and scratching his thighs. "It's itching now, where they scraped the skin..." I put some massage oil on the inside of his thighs and he went back to bed next to an already sleeping and slightly snoring Nicky. After ten minutes Davey came to me, yawning. "It's itching now, the scar around my behind. Please can you put some oil on it?" Again I took the massage oil and anointed his scar. He kissed me, cuddled for a moment and went back to bed next to an already sleeping and slightly snoring John. After a while I fell asleep myself, feeling abandoned and hugging my pillow. ------- Chapter 19 will follow. Thanks again for your wonderful emails! Some excerpts: * I just read 17 and it was great as always. Kinda short but great. Can't wait to read more. I hope that you let everything with his surgery go ago and he gets better. * I think you just like to see us squirm waiting to see what happens hehe. Cool man I can't wait to read more keep up the good work. * Please be very careful with your surgical rebuilding of the foreskin. Most plastic surgeons will tell you this is impossible, and it will give many men a false hope if you just produce a new foreskin for Harry. Miracles are possible, but they take work in this case. * I feel this chapter felt warm - positive and constructive * There are lots you can write about in harry: Does harry start regular school how he meets his friends how he meet John and why they are so close About davey's dad and what made him go to jail why the people burnt harry's house harry and the new face doctors why is John living with big harry where did his mom go and why he cant be with her now all of them going to little harry's land They are all still little so they can grow up what little harry will do when he gets older to go home and be the king what about Davey is he going to be living there or is he just a good friend is that guy going come back and say more from the ghosts... Thank you for all wonderful comments. I really like your mails, even the smallest! 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.