Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2006 22:10:31 +0100
From: Harry Anders <harry@harryanders.com>
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..."


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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!


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