The Chandlers
 by: Hankster

© 2012 by the author

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Chapter 4 

Harold

It was the morning of Harry’s sixteenth birthday.  His family was preparing some sort of a surprise for him, but for all his expert spying he couldn’t figure out what it would be.  At any rate, he was too excited to sleep.  At the first crack of dawn, he crept out of bed, put on his robe, and went down stairs.  He was determined to give his mother a surprise of his own today, and make the breakfast, and put up the coffee.

As he descended the stairs, he was surprised to see a light on in the kitchen.  His best intentions were not going to happen this morning.  He did not expect to see what he did.  His father was seated at the kitchen table and Uncle Ron was holding John’s hands in his.  John was sobbing and his chest was heaving in huge waves of agony.

Harry sat down at the table.  “What’s wrong?” he asked.  “Did someone die?”  Ron handed him a piece of note paper which was lying on the table.

“Read this,” Ron said.  The paper was folded. So Harry opened it and read:

Dear John: 

By the time you read this, I’ll be halfway to Minneapolis.  I know you will never forgive me, so I won’t even ask for forgiveness.  Father Simon and I have been intimate for several years now.  I love him deeply and he loves me as well.  I don’t know when I fell out of love with you, but even the rare times we made love, your heart wasn’t in it.  I strongly suspect that you too love another woman, so it’s all for the best.  I give you the freedom to pursue that love.

Simon has resigned as pastor of St. Benedict, and he has taken a position as assistant pastor in a church in Minneapolis, and I am going with him.  The pastor there is ready for retirement, and I am sure Simon will be promoted quickly.  I will start divorce proceedings as soon as we get settled.  Simon and I can’t wait to get married.

Please take care of the boys.  I’m sure Ron will be a big help to you.  Tell them I love them, and this has nothing to do with them.  I need to pursue my own happiness, and you do too.

Fondly, Hope 

Harry was silent for too long.  Finally he got up and walked over to his father.  He wrapped his arms around John and whispered, “It’s all right, Dad.  We’ll get through this.”

John kissed Harry on his forehead.  “Wake up your brothers, Harry.  This calls for a family conference.”  Harry ran upstairs.  In just a few minutes all five boys, and John and Ron, were gathered in the living room in their bathrobes. 

John handed Hope’s note to Ron.  “Read it please,” he said to Ron.

When Ron was finished, the twins were sobbing.  George was too shocked to do anything, and Junior was full of mixed emotions.  He knew this was great for his father and uncle, but the situation was very disruptive to the family dynamics.

Nobody could speak, so John took the floor.  “Listen boys,” he began, “I don’t want you to blame your mother.  It’s all my fault.”

“No, no,” they all yelled at once.  John walked over to Ron and took his hand.

“I tell you it is my fault.  Your Uncle Ron and I have been in love since before Junior was born.  I’ll tell you a secret that Junior already knows.  Your mother refused to make love to me from the moment she knew that she was pregnant with each of you.  After the twins were born, she cut me off almost completely.  Uncle Ron and I have been lovers for nearly twenty years, so don’t blame her.  Blame me.”

The boys just sat there speechless.  They had no words, and all of them were having difficulty absorbing everything their father had just told them.  It was Harry who made the first move.  He jumped up and looked at his father and his uncle.  “Bastards,” he screamed and he ran upstairs.

Through his tears, John said, “Junior, George, go after him.  Make sure that he’s OK.”

The two eldest brothers got upstairs moments after Harry.  They found him already dressed and packing a bag.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Junior asked.

“I’ve had it.  I live with a family of fags.  There’s more of you than I knew about, and it’s caused my mother to run away.”

“Bullshit!” Junior said angrily.  “You can tell from the letter that Mom did not know about Dad and Uncle Ron.  She just suspected that he loved another woman.  She would assume it was a woman.  Why wouldn’t she? Besides, she drove Dad away by refusing to be intimate with him.  You just can’t run away like she did, Harry.  We all love you.  We need you in our lives.  Besides where would you go?”

“To Minneapolis, I suppose, to find Mom.”

“What if she and Pastor Simon don’t want any distractions right now?  You would be a distraction.  We need you home, Harry.  I’m going to college in the fall, and you and George need to take care of Dad, and help him in the store.”

Harry fell down on his bed in a fetal position.  He began to sob and Junior held him in his arms.  Eventually Harry calmed down.  “I suppose you’re right,” he said.  “By the way, do you think it’s appropriate for a fag to hold a heterosexual so tightly?”  He said it with a laugh to let his brothers know that he was joking, just like they always had done before this tragedy.

“So sorry,” Junior said, also in jest.  He stepped back and was shocked when Harry kissed him on the lips.  Harry had never kissed him there before, only on a cheek or his forehead.

“Let’s go downstairs,” Harry said to his brothers.  When they got there, John was still crying and Ron and the twins were trying to comfort him.  When Harry pushed them away, and he enveloped John in his arms, the family knew that everything was going to be all right.

With Hope gone, it was either John or Ron who crept into the other’s bedroom every night, when they thought the boys were asleep.  Of course, the boys could hear them.  In an unlikely twist, it was Harry who said to them one evening at the dinner table, “Why don’t you move into the master bedroom, Uncle Ron?  You and Dad are keeping us up all night with your sneaking around.  Then when Junior goes to college in the fall, we’ll have two rooms to rent out.  That will help with expenses.”

Junior thought he was serious, and he yelled out, “Not my room.” 

“Damn!  You are so gullible,” Harry said.

Ron took a moment to get over his amazement.  “OK,” he said finally, “if that’s what you want.”  The other boys all nodded.  He immediately moved into John’s room, and after a while it was part of the Chandler domestic scene, and nobody thought anything about it.

In the evenings, George and Harry would assemble in Junior’s room.  Their discussions were always about sex.  Junior and Harry knew that George was getting laid regularly.  They could tell by his smugness, and by his lack of contribution to the conversation.  They tried to find out who the lucky guy was, but George refused to tell them.  Junior was certain that it was David Simms, but Harry didn’t have a clue.

“He’s over twenty-one and I’m a minor.  I don’t want you to know who he is so you won’t have to worry about accidently letting it slip.”

“You might at least tell us what you do together,” Junior said. 

“Spare me the details,” Harry added.

Junior and Harry were really getting frustrated.  Junior could not identify any other boy he knew who might be homosexual, and Harry’s girlfriend, since grade school, was not going to give him any nookie without a wedding ring on her finger.  Junior resigned himself to hopefully losing his virginity in college, and John kept reminding both of his sons that he didn’t get any until the day after his wedding, when he was twenty-five.

“Things are changing, Dad,” Junior said, and indeed they were.

The 1940’s were coming to an end.  The next three decades were to see a birth in sexual promiscuity, and the Chandler family was on the brink of the revolution.

Rumor began to spread among teen age girls that virginity sucked, and that prom night was the time to show your boy friend how much you loved him.  Even if you didn’t love him, it was as good a time as any to lose one’s virginity.  Everyone thought in terms of a girl losing her virginity, and the boys were not willing to admit how many of them would lose their virginity on prom night also. 

Ellie Armstrong was crazy about Harold Chandler.  They had dated each other exclusively since junior high school.  Harry didn’t even ask her to their senior prom.  It was a fact certain.  Junior had just come home for the summer from his second year at OSU.  His father and his uncle had helped him buy a used Chevrolet when he went to college, and big brother was good enough to lend Harry the car for the evening.  John and Ron had helped George get a car also, but George needed it to drive to David’s house.

“You can have the car,” Junior said, “but I better not find any semen on the back seat.”  He laughed and threw a pack of Trojans at Harry, who blushed.

The dance was a great success and Ellie and Harry wished it would never end.  They knew what was going to happen and they were both scared to death.  Harry was sweating profusely.  After the dance they got into Junior’s car and drove to a secluded spot.  They got out of the car and went into the back seat.  Immediately they fell into each other’s arms and did what they had been doing for six years.  They started to pet heavily.

But this time, Harry reached under Ellie’s gown, and she undid his fly.  He helped her take his seven inch uncut cock out of his tuxedo trousers, and she started to stroke him.

“No, please,” he stopped her.  “We’ve done this a thousand times.  I want the real thing, and if you don’t want to give it to me, just tell me, and I’ll take you home.”

Ellie started to cry, “I really don’t want to,” she sobbed.

“Is it me, or would you feel that way with any other guy?”

“I don’t know.  Please, just get me home.  I’ll let you know when I’m ready, but it isn’t tonight, just because it’s expected.”

Harry put himself together and returned to the driver’s seat.  He left Ellie weeping on the back seat.  When he reached her house, she jumped out without saying a word to him.  At that moment Harry made a decision.  They were going to different colleges, and he decided that he would break up with her.  He examined his feelings and he was surprised.  He realized that he was relieved.  He had never dated anyone else in his life, and now he was free to date many women in college. 

He rushed into his own house and right up to his room.  George was not home yet so he went into Junior’s room.   He woke his sleeping brother and said, “Junior, please wake up.  I need to talk to you.”

Junior sat up and wiped his eyes.  “How does it feel not to be a virgin any more?” he asked.

“That’s what I want to talk about.  I’m still a virgin.  Ellie didn’t want to do anything.  At first I was disappointed, but then I felt like a great burden had been lifted from me.  Now I can date other women, and there will be no pressure.  We’ll either do it or we won’t.”

“That’s great.  Now go to sleep.”  Junior lay down again, but Harry said, “I need to ask you something.”

“What?’

“Are you still a virgin?”

“Hell no!  OSU is full of homos.  I was propositioned the first week I was there.  I’ve had lots and lots of sex.”

“And how is it?  What’s it like?”

“I love it.  No guy would ever pull the shit on me that Ellie pulled on you tonight.”  Junior immediately regretted saying that.  He believed that Harry loved Ellie and he shouldn’t say anything derogatory about her.  “Hey, I’m sorry, Harry.  That’s Ellie decision to wait until you guys get married.  I’m sure another woman might feel differently.”

“I’m sure your right.  But I realized tonight that I don’t want to marry Ellie.  I don’t even want to see her again.  Are you seeing anyone special?”

“Not really, but there is someone I really like.  I think he feels the same way, but we aren’t pushing it.  We’ll see what happens.

“I’m glad for you.”

“Now get undressed and sleep in here with me tonight.  You need some soothing.”

Harry stripped down to his boxers, and got into bed with Junior.  He didn’t give a second thought to the fact that Junior was naked, and had wrapped him in his arms.  All he felt was brotherly affection and a severe case of blue balls.  He enjoyed the comfort of Junior’s arms.  So what if he was still a virgin?  So what if Junior’s stiff cock was crushed against his ass.

Harry needed relief badly.  He took hold of his cock and started stroking.  The end was very near and he didn’t care if he messed the bed sheets.  In this house it was probably a common occurrence, anyway.  He heard Junior whisper in his ear, “Let me do that for you.”

Harry let go of his cock and Junior took over.  Harry came, trying hard to muffle his scream.  His cum was all over the place.

“Don’t worry about it,” Junior said.  “We’ll clean up in the morning.”

“Thanks bro.  I really needed that, but I still prefer girls.”

To be continued...

Posted: 11/09/12