Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2006 22:10:31 +0100 From: Harry Anders Subject: Little-Harrys-Life-8 This is the sequel from my first book 'Little Harry', and I strongly commend you to read book one first! Thus you will enjoy book two even more. You may find book one on Nifty, or you may visit my new SITE: http://www.harryanders.com and read the elaborated book from there (recommended!). 'Little Harry's Life' >by Harry AnderS, the author of 'Little Harry'< Chapter 8. Living with Big Harry, the first morning. I nearly fell asleep on Big Harry's broad shoulders, while my feet dangled free and my hands clamped his hair. I felt totally safe here, high in the air. Suddenly he took my hips, lifted me from his shoulders, and carefully put me down onto the porch of what was OUR house from now on. I shivered from the cold, and yawned from sleepiness: "Why do you put me down? Are we home now?" "Yes, we are home now. Just a moment, till I can find the key." "Okay. But I'm sleepy..." He started to search and fumble in his pockets, and after a while he looked at me with a sheepish face: "I forgot the key, so we will try to enter the house via the backdoor..." I grinned, remembering Jack and me two years ago, when John had to smash a window so I could open the front door from the inside. After that we hid a spare key outside the house, and we even had to use it a couple of times. Jack could be a little bit unorganized now and then... "Jack always hid a key for me behind the bushes, on a nail in the wall. Nobody knows about it, so perhaps it is still there?" I took his hand and guided him around the house to the backdoor, where fortunately our hidden key still was in its old place. With a proud face I opened the backdoor and let him in: "Entrez, monsieur!" I told him in my best French. I made a deep bow, put the key back onto the nail, and followed him into the house. Oops... into OUR house. He ruffled my hair, and I let myself melt into him. He draped his arm around my shoulders, and I put my small arm around his waist. That felt safe and good, as if we were father and son. Together we entered the kitchen, where I slumped down on a chair at the kitchen table: "May I have a glass of hot chocolate milk before we go to bed?" "One or two helpings of chocolate powder?" "Two of course, silly!" He looked at me with curious eyes, as if he didn't expect me to call him 'silly'... Then he started to laugh, went to the fridge, and poured some milk into a saucepan. I felt my face flush a bit, when I realized he wasn't used to the little jokes Jack and I had shared. Jack never had to ask me for those things, he just knew what I liked most. Calling Jack 'silly' had been a friendly sort of nagging between us. But now Jack was gone... I furtively wiped a tear away from my eyes, and realized I had a new Big Friend now, just as Jack had promised me in my dream! Big Harry returned with hot chocolate milk for me and a cup of tea for himself. The chocolate milk tasted nice, just like Jack always brewed it. I had to blow because it was a bit too hot, while Big Harry looked at me with love in his eyes, blowing and sipping his own tea. That felt good, as if we were already used to each other. I slurped, and Big Harry slurped even louder. Now I took a very big slurp, and had to cough; while Big Harry started to laugh and got a dishcloth to wipe the splashes from my face and from the table. I leaned into him, and felt safe and loved. After the drinks we decided to go upstairs. Of course I knew the way, and went directly to the big bedroom where Jack and I always were sleeping. Big Harry followed me at a slower pace. I looked around at all the new things that were in the room now. The room had a different feeling, nice, but a bit strange at first. Even the smell was different. Jack used to have a big bed, but Big Harry had a HUGE bed! Big Harry looked at me, a bit unsure, and ruffled my hair: "Do I set up a bed for you?" "Of course not, silly! I'm sleeping with you, but we keep it a secret... Err... Yes? Can I? I mean, m... may I sleep with you in your bed tonight? Please?" Suddenly I felt very small and vulnerable, as I realized I wasn't with Jack but with a man I had never met before! Perhaps he wasn't used to sleeping with a little boy in his bed? What if he rejected me, and I had to sleep in my own room tonight? I didn't want that! I wanted to sleep in his arms and feel safe! I looked at him, and he must have seen the desperation in my eyes... Big Harry grinned, lifted me from the floor without saying a word, and tossed me on his huge bed. At first I didn't know what happened to me, and felt a bit shocked. Then the bed slightly wobbled beneath me... and I realized he had a king-size waterbed! I scrambled upright on the wobbling bed, and started to bounce up and down: "Yippee, you have a WATER bed!" "Look out before you punch a leak and it empties itself!" What? Could that really happen to a waterbed? Had I to be careful with it? It sounded logical. In the streets the children sometimes teased each other by throwing balloons filled with water at each other. The balloons always exploded, and the water splashed everywhere... I decided not to take the risk, and carefully left the bed: "Really?" "Of course not, silly! I'm teasing you. This bed can carry two elephants without trouble." "You're crazy!" I started to bounce up and down again, trying to imitate two heavy elephants. He was right, the bed didn't flinch... After I had thoroughly tested the waterbed, I lifted my arms into the air to help Big Harry with undressing. "Everything off?" he asked me, again a bit unsure... "Everything off, please; my underwear starts to itch after a while. Do you have some oil to rub into my scars?" "I have a small bottle of massage-oil. Will that do?" "Don't know. Will you wash it off if it makes the itching worse?" Big Harry went downstairs to fetch the oil, and I crawled under the blankets. Wow, that waterbed felt nice and warm! Super! I could get used to that. Maybe the warmth even would help to reduce the itching during the night... Big Harry returned, but I had already closed my eyes and felt myself drifting off into the dream world: "Don't need the oil. Too sleepy now..." The bright sun peeked through a crack in the curtains, and woke me up. For a while I marvelled in the nice feeling of being safe in two strong and warm arms, listening to the joyful sounds of the birds outside, and knowing this was my home now. Not my home in the mountains, but my home with my new Big Friend, who started to move and now and then muttered a bit. Obviously he was on the verge of waking up. Carefully so as not to disturb him, I left his arms and clambered onto his stomach. From there I looked at his face and felt his soft beard. He had a nice face, radiating love and understanding. I could have stared at his face for the rest of the morning, but now his eyelids started to flutter and he mumbled something unintelligibly. Slowly he opened his eyes, and squinted at me. I started to laugh at the funny sight of his still very sleepy face: "I thought you would never wake up!" "Why would you think such a stupid thing?" "I'm TEASING you, silly!" "Oh... now wait a moment!" Unexpectedly he lifted me into the air and started to tickle me. I squirmed and squealed, and desperately tried to tickle him back. At first he appeared too strong, but then he seemed to slack down a bit and I managed to escape from his hands. With an Indian howl of triumph I nailed his arms to the bed: "Gotcha!" "Yeah, you got me. You got my body, my heart, and my soul." "You're crazy. But now I have to pee!" In a sudden hurry I left him, and rushed downstairs to 'honour the ceramic god' as Jack used to call it. Within two minutes I was back and cheerfully jumped onto his chest, causing a slight groan. Obviously he wasn't used to being attacked by an energetic and full of life eight-year-old boy. Again I started to tickle him, and he tried to tickle me back. I squirmed, and kicked the blankets away. Suddenly I stared in disbelief at a pair of white underpants... "Why did you sleep in your underwear?" "Well... I didn't know how you would react upon seeing a naked grown-up next to you..." Huh? I had seen naked grown-ups all my life! This had to be one of those 'crazy beliefs' some people wanted to impose onto us, according to what Jack used to tell John and me. Well, I had to correct this bad habit immediately! "You're crazy! Come on, lift your butt." I pulled his underpants off without giving him a chance to protest, and threw them somewhere in the room: "See? That's better! Now we are the same." I crawled onto his chest, and threw my arms around his neck. This was one of the things I had missed most during the last two months, the daily morning cuddle. I put my nose in his left armpit, and enjoyed his manly scent. He smelled a bit softer than Jack and slightly sweeter. I felt his strong hands roam my back, tracing my ribs and spine, and I spread myself out even further, deeply enjoying the intimacy. Of course my body reacted as usual, and I pointed my stiffy into his belly button. That was a nice feeling! I waited... and yes, there was his own stiffy, of course being much bigger than mine, slowly growing and seeking its way between my legs, as usual when Jack or my Dad and I were cuddling. Suddenly I could feel Big Harry holding his breath, withdrawing his abdomen, and trying to push me off his stomach. Why did he do that? What was the problem? Was something wrong with him, or did I do something wrong? I tilted my head, feeling a bit uneasy, and looked at him: "What are you doing?" He looked very nervous, averted his eyes, and coloured a deep red while pushing me further away: "Nothing..." I felt as if he slapped me in the face. He was LYING to me! He didn't trust me... but why? Didn't I deserve his trust? "Why are you lying to me? Don't you trust me?" I saw him cringe, and he nearly choked. Tears welled up in his eyes, and suddenly he started to sob. What should I do now? Was this my fault? The sobbing became worse and worse, and now he started to cry uncontrollably. What had I done? I was only a little boy. Would he be mad at me? But for what? He DID lie to me... but why? Maybe Jack could help me? Immediately I felt Jack around, sending me his love and telling me somewhere in my head: "Do you remember how I once helped you? That's the only thing you have to do for now, to aid your Big Friend..." Jack disappeared, but I remembered how he once helped me with what he called a 'catharsis' when I was all bottled up. He held me close and let me scream and kick for a long time, until all my anger was gone and I felt much better. I even remembered his words... I put my arms around my desperate Big Friend, and whispered into his ear: "Come on... Let it go. Don't bottle it up. In a few minutes you will feel better..." NOW he started to cry! Tears were streaming down his face, and all the time I held him close and whispered into his ear. After a while his sobs lessened, and he freed himself from my arms. He took a tissue from the nightstand and blew his nose, bashfully grinning at me. I grinned back; and resumed my place on his chest, spreading myself out as far as I could, and feeling proud and happy that I had been able to help him. Again my little pecker poked into his belly button, and I felt his own big pecker grow and find its place between my legs. That felt nice, as if we were united in some way. I felt Jack around us, smiling and thanking me for my wonderful help! I felt proud, and thanked him in my mind. Big Harry started to rub my back again, and I enjoyed the nice feeling very much; until suddenly my stomach grumbled loudly, remembering me of the fact that I was a growing boy and had to be fed on a regular base. We both started to laugh; and sat upright, facing each other. Big Harry still looked a bit ashamed, and again he blushed: "I WAS lying to you..." "I know. You got a stiffy, just like me. But YOU were ashamed of it! Jack told me it's very important always to be honest with each other, even if you feel ashamed of something. It's the basics of friendship, and you always have to keep that in mind... "He also taught me to be proud of myself and of my body; but sometimes that's difficult, especially when people laugh at me or call me names. He also taught me to trust myself and my own feelings; but that's difficult too, sometimes I am too scared and then I run away... "Jack and I always cuddled when we woke up in the morning. Most of the time we both got a stiffy. Sometimes Jack's stiffy was a little wet at the top, and Jack told me his body was enjoying my company and helping his penis to get slippery, to prepare it for the possibility of sex. When I'm old enough my body will do the same, and then we could start to enjoy each other's bodies, or by that time perhaps I will have a nice girl to enjoy. Until that time I will have to wait." Again my stomach rumbled, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed, towards the door: "Come on, I'm hungry. What do you have for breakfast?" At first he followed me... but then he brusquely pulled his hand back and started to gather his clothes. What was NOW the problem... "What are you doing?" Again he coloured a deep red, and stuttered: "This is difficult for me. I am not used to moving along naked in the house, even when it's my own house. My parents always taught me never to display my nude body to anybody else, and I am still ashamed when I do..." "Yeah, I saw that. But Jack taught me I should always be proud of my body and of everything else, including pooping, peeing, and getting stiffies. Nothing is bad until you FEEL it is bad. You always have to listen to your own feelings first... "The only thing is that you have to reckon with other people thinking different things and imposing their beliefs onto you. When there are other people around, you have to be careful. You never speak of those private things to anybody else, including your best friends. Only John and I know everything about each other, and I know I can trust him. And now YOU know everything too..." Suddenly he started to laugh. Tears were streaming down his face, and he couldn't stop. He ruffled my hair, kissed me, caressed me, and soon I started to laugh with him and enjoyed all the attention I got. Together we went downstairs, both naked as the day we were born, hand in hand, skipping and pushing each other like he wasn't a grown-up but a little child just like me. I enjoyed every moment of it. We went into the kitchen, and I hoped he hadn't forgotten to purchase something to eat: "What do you have for breakfast?" "Well, until yesterday it was only me in the house, so I didn't buy anything special. I think there's some cereal left, and there's milk in the fridge." That could be some food to lessen our immediate hunger with, but I hoped he had something more tasty in the house: "Do you have some 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?" I opened the fridge, that turned out to be nearly empty. Fortunately he had a couple of eggs, a small leek, two onions, and a clove of garlic. "Do you have some curry or other spices?" "I'm not sure. Perhaps in one of the lockers above the sideboard?" I took a chair, climbed onto the sideboard, and opened the lockers one by one. I returned with curry, black pepper, salt, and a bottle of hot sauce. "Do you have some slippers?" "What? I hope we're not eating slippers?" For a moment I was perplexed, but then I started to shriek with laughter: "No, silly, I'm not that hungry! But I want to get some herbs from the backyard." He offered me a pair of old mules. I grinned, put them on, opened the backdoor, and shuffled towards my herbs garden. Big Harry stared at me from the doorway, furtively hiding his manhood with both hands. Obviously he still wasn't at ease with being naked. That would be my first task now I was living with him: teach him how to behave a little bit more 'normal'... I returned with a couple of herbs, and explained: "That's my garden, with all sorts of useful herbs! 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?" We went back into the kitchen, and he handed me a plate and a knife. I washed the herbs, sliced them into small pieces, and put them together into a cup; mixed with the onions, part of the leek, and a piece of garlic, also sliced into pieces. I added some salt, pepper, curry, a few drops of hot sauce, and milk; and carefully mixed everything together. "Can you put a pan on the cooker, put some butter in it, and heat it?" He did as I told him; while I climbed onto a chair, broke the eggs one by one, and put them into the pan. I mingled them with the contents of the cup, carefully stirring them with a spatula. "Will you now butter some toast? I'm nearly ready." Fortunately the food tasted delicious. Big Harry licked his fingers, and told me I was a wonderful cook. Where did I learn cooking like this? "Jack taught 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 great, like now..." Suddenly I felt John's energy around the house, planning to visit us: "There's John." Big Harry looked a bit skeptic, and I think he didn't really believe me; but ten seconds later the bell rang. I rushed to the door and opened it, very happy to see John: "Hi, come in, it's marvelous here! Come on, let's go to the kitchen." John and I stormed to the kitchen, trying to push each other to be there first. Of course I won, because John tripped on the doorstep. John looked around the kitchen, and appreciatively sniffed the air: "Smells wonderful here! Did you cook? Something left for me? Morning, sir! He's a brilliant cook, isn't he? Come on, let's hit the shower and dress! Are you coming with us, sir?" Big Harry had positioned himself behind the kitchen table, and looked at us with a very unsure face: "Well, I don't know, perhaps I shouldn't..." Oh yes, of course he should! This would be his first lesson in normal behavior: showering together, as we always did with Jack. I took his hand, and tried to drag him to the stairs: "Come on, don't spoil the fun!" He was still very hesitant, so I asked John for help: "He's still a bit shy, because his parents told him the same bullshit your parents taught you. 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 grinned and took his other hand, and together we dragged him to the stairs: "Can you walk on your own now, or do we have to carry you upstairs?" Of course the shower was fun! John shucked his clothes and threw them somewhere into a corner, while I adjusted the water temperature. At first Big Harry was a bit hesitant, but after a while he started to behave normally and have fun. He tried to push us from under the water stream, but we worked together and succeeded in pushing him back. A moment later he tackled us, so that we both tumbled over each other. Now we had a war! I pulled one leg, while John pulled the other leg; and in triumph we got him down, splashing and spluttering. That would teach him a lesson! After a while we started to wash each other's hair and lather up each other, and to our surprise Big Harry immediately joined us. He surely was learning today. He washed us, and we washed him. We rinsed each other's hair, and then we cuddled for a while with six arms around each other. We dried each other everywhere, even between the toes, and hurried to Big Harry's bedroom to dress. Of course I jumped onto our king-size waterbed, and started to jump up and down: "Look, John, we have a WATERBED! And it can carry two elephants without trouble!" Of course John had to test the waterbed too, and for a while we tried to tackle each other while jumping as high as we could. Then John let himself fall down, taking me with him, and together we beckoned Big Harry to join us. He did. He let himself drop onto the bed, and immediately John and I crawled onto his stomach, giggling and competing for the best place. Big Harry put his arms around both of us, and again we cuddled for a while; until all three of us drifted off into a peaceful slumber. We woke up at the same time, laughing and teasing each other with being such a sleepyhead. John sighed and looked at Big Harry with a contented smile on his face: "I wish I could always live here, with you and with Harry!" Again my 'psychic gift' seemed to work, and I got a feeling: "I get sort of a feeling... In the future we ARE going to live together, all three of us." "I certainly hope you are right, because my father drives me crazy! He complains about everything, and nothing is ever good enough. Yesterday my mother threatened him with a divorce, and my father yelled at her. This morning she had tears in her eyes, and my father was gone..." John started to sniffle, and I put my arms around my big brother as Jack had taught me: "It's okay, just let it go. Don't bottle it up. In a few minutes you will feel better..." After a few minutes John felt better and dried his eyes, while I tried to cheer him up: "Come on, crybaby, we have to move my stuff back to my room today!" We dressed and went downstairs, where we immediately headed for the fridge: "Do you have something to drink, and perhaps something to eat too?" Big Harry looked surprised, as if he was not used to having growing boys around: "Didn't you eat enough this morning? That was barely an hour ago!" John started to grin, and teasingly threw his arms around Big Harry's waist: "We are both growing boys, you know, so we need a lot of food, to become as strong and tall as you." "Then we will have to visit the supermarket first, because this morning Harry and I used everything I had in stock." "Okay, let's go to the supermarket... Harry, are you coming with us?" He headed for the door, from where he looked at me with a questioning face... I shuddered, and slumped down onto a chair. I so wanted to accompany them, like every other normal boy would do... but I clearly remembered the disaster of visiting a boy's boutique, where I experienced the most humiliating hour of my life. Everybody stared at me, one of the saleswomen fainted, John attacked two bigger boys who called me a 'freak' and an 'alien', Jack went berserk and yelled at the people who stared at me, and I started to cry from shame and desperation. At last a raging John got the keys, and took me to our car to wait there for Jack... "Dunno. You better go without me..." John heaved me from my chair, and tenderly lifted me onto his lap: "Remember the last time we went with Jack, and you wore that teddy bear mask? Everybody laughed at us and had fun. You even danced with that little girl! They all applauded, and we both got a big tablet of chocolate from the store owner. Remember?" Oh yes, I surely remembered! John had bought the mask a while ago to have some fun with, and visited Jack and me while wearing it. When we went to the supermarket, I put the mask on my face to hide my scars. That day I had the fun of my life. Unfortunately the teddy bear mask was gone... "But that evening your father threw the mask away, and you got detention for begging..." "Yes, but we HAD fun!" Big Harry threw his arms around both of us, and asked me: "Shall we go to the toy shop in town and buy you a cap with a big bill? When we are back you could pull the bill over your face as far as possible, and then we will enter the supermarket incognito." I had to think that over... Yes, why not? Maybe we could have the same fun with a big cap to hide my face... I grinned, and pushed him to the front door: "Don't you forget your keys this time? Let's go!" John and I stormed to the car in the driveway, pushing each other to be there first. Again I won, because John tripped over some small pebble. I jumped in the air with my hands above my head in triumph: "I WON!" Big Harry started to laugh, and offered me the keys to open the car door. "Entrez monsieur..." I told him in my best French, and made a bow. John and I both took the backseat, we drove off, and Big Harry searched the car radio for some nice music. Soon we all sang along with it. During a music pause Big Harry asked John: "Do your parents know where you are, John?" "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 naked in the kitchen?" "Nah, Harry hates clothes, so mostly he walks naked through the house for the whole day. Jack often didn't bother either. At first I was a bit embarrassed, but after a while I got used to their being nude. 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 missed that fun the last two months! Fortunately now YOU are here to have fun with. But we keep it a secret between us, and the other children don't know anything about it. It's private." See? I KNEW we could trust my big brother! Again we all three sang along with the today's hit, as loudly as we could: "You are soooo beauuuutifuuuullll..." ------------------------------------------ A few excerpts from all the nice emails you've sent me: * Just a brief note to wish you the best of all new years in 2006. One of the best parts of 2005 was finding the "Little Harry" story and your forum. Thank you for your timeless efforts to create such a great story and to provide the means of sharing it with the world. * I read your story, Little Harry, and enjoyed it a lot. You ask for proofreading and so I am going to send you a few things. * I have gone to your new web site which is AWESOME. The music is very kewl. It's all your fault I was up until 0200 reading! Thank you for reading my stories, and please send me more emails... harry@harryanders.com Visit my NEW WEBSITE, and maybe read from there ALL my stories: http://www.harryanders.com And, please, write something in our new FORUM... I wish to thank the Nifty archives for hosting my stories. When you have a few spare dimes, donate them to Nifty! They are doing a marvelous job. (Yes, I've donated them my euros too)