Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 17:15:06 +0200 From: hadjo Subject: Harry-6 English is not my native language, so please have some consideration... Chapter 5 ended with: Never of my life I had felt so FREE. It was as if a heavy burden was lifted from my shoulders, as if for the first time of my life I really could be myself. I couldn't stop grinning and so we went downstairs, both naked and hand in hand. Chapter 6. "What do you have for breakfast?" Harry asked after we went into the kitchen that fortunately has some coco matting on the floor. "Well, until yesterday it was only me in the house so I didn't buy much special. I think there's some cereal left and there's milk in the fridge..." "Do you have eggs and tomatoes?" "Yes, I do have a couple of eggs, and no, there are no tomatoes." "Do you have some vegetables?" "Why don't you have a look for yourself?" He looked into the refrigerator and came back with the eggs, a small leek, two onions and a paprika. "Do you have some curry or other spices?" "I'm not sure. Perhaps in one of the lockers above the sideboard?" He took a chair, climbed onto the sideboard and opened the lockers one by one. He came back with curry, black pepper, salt and a bottle of Maggi. "Do you have some slippers?" "We are NOT going to eat slippers I hope???" "No silly, of course not. I'm not that hungry! But I want to get a few herbs from the backyard..." I gave him my mules and he shambled away, opened the backdoor and went into the yard. Suspiciously I followed him to the open door, now very aware of my nakedness. Harry went to a corner, clearly marked out by a couple of white cobblestones, and came back with a few small green leafs and some reddish pod I didn't recognize. "That's my garden, with all sorts of useful herbs!" he proudly announced, "I laid it out a year ago with the help of Jack and my herbal learning book. Do you have a sharp kitchen knife and a plate to slice the herbs on?" With growing amazement I followed his ministrations. What was he up to? He sorted the herbs and carefully washed them. After that he sliced them into very small parts and put them together into a cup. Next came the onions, part of the leek and half of the paprika, also sliced into pieces. He added some salt, pepper, curry, a few drops of Maggi and some milk and mingled everything together. "Can you please put a skillet on the stove, put some butter in it and heat it?" he asked without looking up. I did as I was told. He broke the eggs one by one and put them together in the cup, mingling them with was already in it. After that he brought the cup with him and poured the contents into the skillet, carefully stirring them with a spatula. "Will you butter some slices of bread please? I am nearly ready." The food was really DELICIOUS. Never in my life I had tasted something like that! I told him he was a wonderful cook and he beamed with joy. "Jack learned me how to cook and I love it. I'm always experimenting with new herbs and other add-ons. Sometimes it tastes awfully yucky and then we throw it away and start again. But other times it works out wonderful, like now..." Suddenly he tilted his head and he seemed to feel something or listen to something. Ten seconds later the bell rang. "There's John," Harry announced and rushed to the door, leaving me at a loss. How did he know? And what did I do now, still very naked? I heard some giggling and two very excited boys tumbled into the kitchen, pushing each other and obviously very glad to see each other back. "Smells wonderful here! Did you cook? Something left for me?" John asked little Harry, sniffing the air. "Hi mister!" he acknowledged my presence, looking at my nakedness for merely two seconds as if all this was quite normal. "He's a brilliant cook isn't he? Come on, let's shower and dress! Are you coming with us mister?" He threw his arms around little Harry and Harry melted into him, two pair of eyes expectantly looking up to me. "Well, I don't know..." I started to protest but little Harry interrupted me. "Come on, don't spoil the fun!" he stepped forward and very determined took my hand. "He's still a bit shy," he explained to John, "for his parents told him the same bullshit your and my parents taught us. He still has to learn that we all look the same except for some hairs and that we all get the same stiffies from time to time. Come help me!" John took my other hand and together they pulled me to the stairs. "Can you walk on your own now, or do we have to carry you upstairs?" Harry asked, grinning, with little fun lights in his eyes. Like a lamb heading for the slaughter I went upstairs, closely followed by John and little Harry, both grinning from ear to ear. I was very aware of those two young boys looking up at my bum and my face went to a bright red with shame. But I didn't try to cover myself and kept on walking as if this was my daily habit. Why was this so difficult for me? Why did I feel so uneasy when somebody else could see certain parts of my body? Obviously those boys didn't have any problems with this, so why did I? Was this all due to my upbringing and to what society told us in all it's wisdom? Or was I really a child molester and was I this very moment damaging those two innocent victims for the rest of their lives? Questions, questions... The shower was FUN. Fortunately the former owner of the house had build a small room into a stall with a generous shower cabin and place for a washing machine, a dryer and a closet. Within two seconds John had thrown his clothes somewhere into a corner, little Harry adjusted the taps until the water had a nice temperature and suddenly all three of us were wrestling to get the best place under the warm water, giggling like mad and pushing each other. It felt as if I was a small boy again and both boys accepted me completely. John was the first one to get a stiffie and Harry with a broad smile on his face exclaimed: "Boner alert!" while pointing at his friend, grinning. John proudly wiggled with it and to my consternation I felt my own body reacting too. Furtively I tried to turn around and hide myself but John detected my endeavor and grinned broadly while pointing at me: "Boner two! Little Harry lost this time." For the first time in my life since I was a small boy I felt like a child again and it was a wonderful experience. Now I could really understand what therapists mean when they tell their clients to 'comfort their inner child' and what the bible meant with 'be like a child'. We washed each other everywhere without any restriction, shampooed each others hair, tickled each other, cuddled with six arms around each other and boners came and went... and it all felt soo totally NORMAL and in complete harmony... was I really a pervert, a child molester, a pedophile? Were those boys now damaged for the rest of their lives? We dried each other carefully and everywhere, even in the butt cracks and between the toes, and we raced to the bedroom where I slumped onto the waterbed with two boys on my stomach fighting for the best place. I was totally exhausted! I closed my eyes and savored the moment while Harry and John draped themselves onto me with their arms around each other and two stiffies proudly pointing into my belly. We were totally in peace and drifted off for a while. It was very peaceful, as if part of me went to heaven. There was a very bright light, not from the sun but shining everywhere. And all I could feel was love and compassion, really understanding. Someone touched my shoulder in a very reassuring way and when I looked up I saw Jack standing there with a knowing smile on his face. "Do you understand now?" he asked with compassion in his voice, "you all are learning from each other. Yes, that boy called John is learning too! He is a wonderful friend to both of you and he carries a lot of love in his heart. There will be a time when you have to comfort him too and take him into your house for a while. Just be prepared." "May I ask you a question Jack?" I asked in my head with some trepidation. Was I allowed to ask questions? "Look!" he answered and suddenly I saw a vision of little Harry, with a smooth skin on his face, a nearly normal nose, a smiling mouth with lips that only hinted at something artificial, a smooth breast with only some scarcely visible scars, normal tissue at his hips and legs, and a fairly normal pecker with a foreskin. "That's what you can do for him," Jack told me somewhere in my head and the light faded away, leaving me with a wonderful feeling. Now I understood. And there was something else I understood too: even Jack didn't seem to have any problem with us being naked together... was society really WRONG about this? Slowly I came back and at the same moment both boys stirred and opened their eyes. "You fell asleep! Sleepyhead!" Harry teased me, climbing up and kissing me on the nose. "You too. Sleepyhead number two!" John lolled at Harry, following him. "And you are sleepyhead number three!" I pestered John, tickling both boys between the ribs. "Wish I could always live here with you and Harry..." John sighed after a while and he gave me a little kiss on my cheek. "I have sort of a feeling..." little Harry announced with a frown, " that in the future we ARE going to live together, all three of us." "I certainly hope you are right!" John exclaimed, "for my father is really driving me crazy! He is always making objections and nothing is ever good enough. Yesterday my mother threatened him with a divorce and my father yelled at her. This morning she still had tears in her eyes and my father was nowhere to be seen..." His voice drifted off and he got tears in his eyes. He sniffled a little bit and little Harry careful put his small arms around him and held him for a while. "It's okay," he softly said, " just let it go. Don't bottle it up. In a few minutes you will feel better..." John really started to cry now and I put my arms around both boys and tried to give them some comforting too. Boys will always be boys and after a few minutes they suddenly started to giggle in a mock-fight. "Come on!" little Harry poked John in the ribs, "we have to move my stuff back to my room today!" They jumped out of the bed and started to search for their clothes, swiftly followed by me. We dressed ourselves and went downstairs. "Do you have something to drink and perhaps something to eat too?" Harry asked and headed for the fridge, followed by John. "Didn't you eat enough this morning? That was barely an hour ago!" I objected with amazement. "But we are both growing boys," John answered grinning, "so we need a lot of food to become strong and big like you." I ruffled his hair: "Then we will have to go to the supermarket, for Harry ate everything I had in stock this morning..." OK, let's go..." John headed for the door, "and don't forget your keys or your wallet!" Suddenly he turned around and looked at little Harry with some concern in his eyes. "Are you coming with us?" Slowly Harry stepped backwards and slumped down on a chair, like a forlorn puppy. The light in his eyes went out and his little head bent downwards to his knees. Nervously he plucked at his clothes. "Dunno. You better go without me..." he said with a very sad voice. Within half a second John was at his side and threw his arms around his little friend. "Do you remember the last time with Jack when you wore that teddybear-mask? Everybody laughed at us and had fun and you even danced a bit with that little girl. They all applauded and we both got a big tablet of chocolate from the store owner. Remember?" "But your father threw the mask away that evening and you got detention for begging..." "Yes, but we HAD fun!" I got an idea: "How about we first go to the toyshop in town and buy you a cap with a very big flap? In the meantime you can listen to some music from the car radio. When we are back you can pull the flap over your face as far as possible and then we all go buy the groceries." Harry looked up and his eyes brightened again: "Don't you forget your keys this time? Let's go." Both boys rushed to the door and headed for the car on the driveway, pushing each other to be there first. It was obvious that John had a lot of consideration with Harry and unnoticed let him win by pretending to trip over some small pebble. "I WON!" Harry shouted and jumped in the air with his hands in triumph above his head. All of the sadness was gone and his beautiful deep blue eyes radiated again. He tried to open the door in vain and I gave him the keys. Proudly he first opened my door. "Entrez monsieur..." he told me in his best French and made a little bow. After that he opened the other door and let himself and John in. They both took the backseat and I started the car. I searched for something joyful on the radio and soon all three of us sang along with the music. "Do your parents know where you are John?" I asked after a few minutes. "Yes, my mother went into town shopping with Mark and Marrie and she usually doesn't come back for hours. I don't know where my father is and Thomas and Chrissy went swimming in the pool this morning, so I was all on my own. That's why I came to your house that early." "You weren't surprised to see us both naked in the kitchen this morning?" I asked with some trepidation. "Nah, Harry usually hates clothes, so most of the time he walks naked through the house the whole day. And Jack often didn't bother too. At first I was a little bit embarrassed but after a while I got used to it; and then one day Harry asked me to wash his hair in the shower. From that time we often showered together and most of the time Jack joined us. That always was a lot of fun, like this morning. I really missed that the last two months! Fortunately now you are here to have fun with. But we do keep it a secret between us, and the other children don't know anything about it." Again we sang along with the music: "You are soooo beauuuutifuuuullll..." I parked the car in front of the toyshop. Suddenly little Harry straightened his back and announced: "I'm going with you! Jack always told me to be proud of myself and of who I am, so world of toys, here I am!" He went out of the car and headed for the shop, followed by a very confused and also very proud John and me... "Ting," announced the bell as we entered the shop who looked very empty. From the back of the store an elderly woman joggled towards the front and looked at us as if we were some species from another planet. She put on her glasses and looked again... "Oh my dear! You poor little child!" she suddenly exclaimed and she throw herself at little Harry, trying to embrace him. Harry swiftly stepped aside and she nearly fell over, tripping over her own feet. He looked at her with disgust in his face. "I am NOT poor! And do you perform this with all customers? Shame on you! Come on dad, this isn't the right place for us!" He took my hand and pulled me out of the shop, followed by a red-faced and nickering John. "Did you see that? That crazy woman nearly attacked me!" We stepped into the car and drove off, leaving a very confused woman behind, angry looking at us from behind the windows. "Perhaps I know a better place where they actually might help you," John announced with a frown, "but I am not sure where it is. Somewhere in this neighborhood there is a shop that does things for actors and so..." "I don't know why but we have to turn around here and then turn into the first street on the left," little Harry told me with a confused expression on his face. He seemed to listen to something or to feel something. I did as I was told and suddenly there was the shop! 'Griming and Clothing for Actors' told the name on the window in ancient characters. I parked the car and we entered the shop, little Harry with some hesitancy this time... "Good morning gentlemen!" a pleasant voice greeted us. A rather young man with a friendly face pointed to a couple of chairs: "Nice of you to visit my shop. Please have a sit!" He smiled at Harry with interest in his face: "You are a little young to already be an actor I suppose?" "Of course silly! At least I don't need a mask, for I already have one of my own," Harry answered with a smile on his face. "I see, and may I tell you something important? It's not how you look, but who you really are that counts." "I know," Harry simply said. He looked around and straightened his shoulders. "It feels nice here!" "Thank you!" the owner answered with a hint of a tear in his eyes. "May I offer you one or two suggestions? And my name is Peter." The next two hours little Harry and Peter were looking at photographs, deliberating possibilities, asking questions, trying out a couple of things, and every time consulting me and John for approval or advice. Little Harry told Peter everything about the fire and his operations, he let Peter touch his face and look at his scars, even on his breast and legs. After a while Peter started modeling some clay and carefully put it on Harry's face while Harry looked at himself in a mirror and gave directions. Proudly he turned around after a while and we were astonished! Before us stood a nearly normal looking young fellow with a cheerful pug nose, slightly stuffed cheeks and lips with at least a normal looking color. "Be careful!" Peter warned him, "it will come off easily for it's only plaster. But it's giving a good indication of how your mask will look when we are ready. Your nose will be a little bigger and your lips will look even more natural when you put your new mask on." Little Harry beamed and suddenly he threw his arms around Peter and kissed him. "You are very welcome too!" Peter answered blushing and looked away with tears in his eyes. "Uh oh!" Harry suddenly exclaimed and fished a peace of his newly modeled nose from the ground. "No problem," Peter told him, "we will take everything off your face now and make a mold of your original face for the mask." Careful he cleaned Harry's face from all plaster and after that applied some oil. He went away for a moment and came back with a cup full of a greenish paste and a spatula. "Can you sit down very quiet for the next five minutes and breathe through your nose?" Peter asked him. Harry nodded and Peter started to smear the paste all over his face. He put two straws into Harry's nostrils and covered his nose and his closed eyes with the paste. Four minutes later he carefully peeled the hardened paste off with the straws still sticking out. "That's all. You can wash your face over there," he pointed to the kitchen in the back of the store. He patiently waited till Harry came back and showed him the green mold with his face in negative. "From this mold I can make a copy of your face to model the mask with. Within two days it will be ready to fit and you will be a newborn boy!" He turned to big Harry: "You have a wonderful son!" ------- Chapter 7 will follow. This time I am really overwhelmed by all emails you send me! I still try to answer them all but it's nearly impossible to answer all your questions and suggestions, so most of you will have to do with a short notification and thank you... A few examples: ( a few are in Dutch) *I don't know if your are religious but the Bible says that God made man and said it was good. I have to assume that means all of man, including his sexual nature. As I tried to show in Little Bird, sex itself can't be "bad" if God said what he made was "good." It's how it's used that makes it good or bad. I can't believe that sexual feelings in children are bad. It is horrific, however, if those feelings are exploited to abuse the child. Where the line is between loving sexual contact and abuse is, however, has to be part of your thesis. *I keep returning to Nifty because once in an age there is something worthwhile. Most of the material on their site has no artistic merit whatever! So far, Harry is absolutely tops. I love it. As a former teacher and writer, take it from me, your English is excellent. Your subject matter is strong and gripping. Your compassionate handling of the story line reaches the heart. I eagerly await your further installments. Hearty congratulations and best wishes. * I salute you sir for a most impressive debut in a foreign language. Your story is charming and you have a real gift for narrative. Yes, there are some oddities in the language but they merely add to the charm and provenance of the piece. I hope that you may continue to write in similar vein. *I enjoyed the chapter. I found I understood what happened, and like your charecter said, it is going to take time for them to get used to each other. I can't wait to see how things go. I would like to ask that they be a BIT longer hehe. *I wish to add that you show a deep insight into the working of the mind of the broken or hurt and the important part that listening and interpreting is of any really meaningful relationship. *Mijn complimenten voor je verhaal "Harry" op de Nifty site. Het is een heel ander soort verhaal dan wat je meestal leest op Nifty. Het gaat meer over gevoelens dan over pure lust, en dat kan ik zeer appreciëren. *What a wonderful story, please don't stop! You're use of the English language is amazing! You certainly know how to write good story! More please. *In ch 2 You say that big Harrys brother was burnt in face and throat and his hands gone and in ch 4 You state that unlike little harry the brother ws burnt only around his head. Unfortunately, being a fictious or real story this type of inconsequencies take away quite a bit if the credibility of the story, so please be very prudent in having all references to earlier chapters checked for correctness or You will be attacked by all the fault finders amongst the readers. *I like to see where and how You move from here - but please be constructive and keep the standard up at this critical point of the story when it easily could slip into routine *This is my first time to respond to any stories that I read. I love you story I just can't wait to read all of it. It touches my soul. I love it. I have been thinking that I should wait till you finish before I read any more. I hate to wait to see what happens next. Thank you keep writing. *You mention that your 65 year old Harry had learned about jacking off with a friend, and the first time that his cockhead got wet, he was worried that he was going to get AIDS. Well, that's NOT possible. Since he's 65, that means that he was born in 1940 - at the beginning of World War II. He would have started puberty at 12-13 in 1952-1953. *Eindelijk eens een verhaal waar niet in regel twee al een piemel van 23 centimeter tevoorschijn wordt getoverd aan een perfect lichaam. Ik ben heel benieuwd hoe het zich ontwikkeld verder. Trouwens, je Engels leest alsof het je tweede moedertaal is. Compliment en ga asjeblieft door. *love your story, no long chapters please. *I am enjoying your story very much. It certainly is different from the usual Nifty story. Your English is fine. Wish I could speak a foreign language so well. Some of your grammer and usages are a little off, but that gives it some charm. Again: thank you, thank you, thank you very much! I love my fanmail! Harry@hadjo.nl and hadjo@hadjo.nl are pointing to the same email address. 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 Holland (The Netherlands).