Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2011 00:35:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "The Family" Chapter 1

TO THE READER;

THIS IS A FANTASY.  NO ATTEMPT TO PORTRAY SAFE SEX IS MADE, YET YOU SHOULD
NOT LET THAT BE YOUR PRACTICE.

TO THOSE WHO LIVE WHERE THIS IS FORBIDDEN TO BE READ BECAUSE OF THE LAW OR
YOUR AGE, PLEASE LEAVE NOW.

"The Family"

Chapter 1

Some of the characters of the story of "Surprise Guest," which is found in
the "Gay/Beginnings" section, appear here.

"The Family"

Guests - No. 1

RED: Red is the supply clerk at a helicopter maintenance business in the
Salinas Valley.  He has been rejected by his family because he is gay.
None live within 500 miles.  He met the new maintenance mechanic at work,
Hal, who had outed himself at work.  Henry tried to come on to Hal, but Hal
rejected his touches, explaining that he is partnered.

    Red's plight, a single man with no gay acquaintances, caused Hal to put
Red in touch with a gay man who lives nearby.  Together they went to a
dance hosted by the local gay and lesbian organization.  There Red met
Henry, a widower, who taught him to dance.  Henry took Red home, but
declared he didn't go to bed on the first date, and not necessarily on the
second date.

    As Henry drove away, Red opened an invitation to a grape crush at the
home of Hal and three other men.  The invitation said it was to be a nude
event to keep clothing from being stained by the crushing of the grapes.
The date was two weeks away.  Could he get Henry to go with him?  What
would Henry think about going to a nude party?

    Henry had invited Red to call the next night, and Red did.  He invited
Henry to go to dinner the next night, and Henry accepted.

    At Henry's small farm, Red was taken on a brief tour.  Here were the
cattle, the pig, the chickens, and Henry's pride and joy, the garden and
flowers.  "I'm trying to be as self-sufficient as I can be.  I still have
to buy things like flour and sugar, but I raise all my meat, and my
vegetables, and I have flowers to add a bit of color to life.

    Smiling at Henry's proud accomplishments, Red drove them to the
restaurant.  Of course, being in Monterey, you could expect to find plenty
of good Italian restaurants.  They went to a seafood restaurant on the
wharf where Cioppino, a fish and sea food stew, was featured.  Henry
recommended it, for Red had never heard of it before.  He liked it.

    The evening went well.  Red had driven his car to Henry's little farm,
and brought Henry home after dinner.  They chatted over coffee for a couple
of hours, getting to know each other better.  When Henry started to yawn,
and excused himself, saying, "I've got to get up early tomorrow to take
care of the stock and chickens.  Please excuse my yawn.  It's not the
company, it's the hours I'm working at the prison this week."

    Red apologized for continuing to talk when Henry had to be up early.
Red could sleep in until 6 a.m.

    Three nights later, Henry called Red and invited him to dinner at
Henry's farm.  Red asked what he could bring.  Henry said, "I've got
everything for dinner...oh, you could bring some wine, a red.  That'll be
just fine."

    Red showed up with the wine and was greeted with a warm hug and a long
kiss.  He almost dropped the bottle of wine as he hugged Henry back.  Henry
brought him into the kitchen and asked if he'd like some wine before
dinner.  Red said, "Sure.  I've got it here."

    "No," Henry countered.  I've got a white wine that will go well with
some snacks.  I've got cheese, crackers, guacamole dip, and some grape
tomatoes.  Your wine is for dinner.  Let's take the snacks and wine out to
the living room."

    Henry led the way as they carried the wine, wine glasses and snacks to
the living room.  Red put his load down on the coffee table, then sat down
on the sofa.  Henry put his things down also, then sat down beside Red, not
right up against him, but pretty close.  Red wondered if Henry was
beginning to accept him as a special friend.  They chatted, enjoyed the
wine and snacks, and were interrupted by a timer ringing.

    Henry arose and said, "Sounds like dinner's ready.  Please bring your
glass to the kitchen, and the snacks.  I'll take my glass and the wine."
In the kitchen, Henry handed Red a cork screw and a small knife for cutting
the foil covering the cork, and asked him to take the red wine to the
table.

    Red hadn't paid any attention to the dinner table before, now he saw
that the table was set with a table cloth, cloth napkins, nice dishes and
stemware.  There was a pitcher of ice water which he poured into the big
water goblets.  There was a wine bottle coaster, so the table cloth
wouldn't get stained if any of the wine ran down the outside of the bottle.
Red thought, `Very careful planning.  This man is much more than a simple
farmer.  I'd better watch my step.'

    Henry brought in the platter with herbed, baked chicken breast, little
red potatoes, and lightly steamed broccoli.  "I didn't make a salad tonight
because we had tomatoes and avocado dip with snacks.  I feel so blessed
that I like to say thanks when I'm in my own home."  He reached across the
table and took Red's hands, said a short prayer of thanks for the food, the
company, and their friendship.

    Then he passed the platter to Red and invited him to dish up what he'd
like.  Henry opened the wine, smelled it and said, "This is a fine wine.
Where did you find it?"

    "I went to a liquor store in Salinas.  I told the clerk I wanted a good
red, and he chose this one.  I don't know much about wine.  I never had any
until I moved to Monterey County.  I'm glad he found something you like."

    Henry raised his glass toward Red, and Red knew it was to be a toast,
so he raised his glass.  Henry said, "To a growing friendship."  They
gently clinked their glasses together.  Red knew they were special.  He
didn't know they were fine crystal.  Henry took a sip, and Red followed his
lead.  Henry smiled and said, "You brought a good one."

    Red said, "Well, you can't prove it by me.  I like the taste, but I
still don't know anything about wines."

    "You generally can't go wrong if you buy something from Monterey
County, from one of the popular vineyards," Henry said.  Red just smiled
and started to eat.

    "Say, this is great.  I didn't know you were a good cook.  I'm
impressed."

    Henry smiled and said, "I'm about the fourth generation of my family to
live in Monterey County.  Somewhere back quite a ways there was a vineyard,
and they crushed their own grapes and made wine.  I can remember being
given a little wine with Sunday dinner when I just barely started school.
I didn't have any brothers or sisters, so I probably got a bigger share
than if I had any.  I'd like to have a vineyard, but I need more land.  As
it is, my stock is kept in small quarters, and I'm buying grain for them
that I could raise.  Oh, well.  I'm darned lucky to have what I have."

    Red praised everything Henry served, and he meant it.  Henry was a
darned fine cook.  As dinner ended, Henry offered coffee to Red, who
happily accepted the offer.  "May I help you clear the table?" Red asked,
picking up plates and silverware.  Red remembered hearing that you should
never stack dirty plates, and he didn't at home, if only to avoid getting
the bottoms dirty.

    "Sure, that would be great.  Just put everything on the counter to the
right of the sink.  I'll rinse it, then load the dishwasher.  When we
bought this house, I believe having a dishwasher was what sold my wife on
it.  Living alone, I wash all my dishes by hand.  There just isn't enough
to run the dishwasher more than once a week, and I don't have that many
pots and pans, let alone silver, to get by storing it in the dishwasher."

    Henry started the coffee maker, then rinsed the dishes, loaded them in
the dishwasher.  While the coffee brewed a big pot, Henry snuck two mugs
worth so they could drink their coffee immediately.  "Thank you, who ever
you are, who designed a pot you could interrupt to pour some before the
whole pot was brewed.  Let's take our coffee into the living room."

    Henry followed Red into the living room, and sat closer beside him now.
Red had wondered how to mention the grape crush party invitation, and now
he felt he just had to get it out.  "Henry, as you know, I work at a
helicopter maintenance operation.  The newest mechanic lives with three
other fellows at a farm where they have a vineyard.  Hal, my friend, sent
me an invitation to a grape crush Saturday of next week.  It says I can
bring a friend.  I wonder if you'd like to go."

    "Sure.  Let me check the calendar so I know if I'm working that day."
He came back from checking the kitchen calendar saying, "I'm off that day.
That would work out well."

    "There's just one thing, Henry.  The invitation says that the guests
should be nude so they won't stain their clothing crushing the grapes.  I
hope that's not a problem."

    "No problem.  When I was a kid we all went to grape crushes.  It was
fun.  Nobody got drunk, or got out of line.  When I married, my wife seemed
to be pregnant about harvest time, so we couldn't go.  Then she died.  She
never got to have any babies.  Now that I'm alone, it's better that I don't
have any children, but if I did, it would something of hers to hold on to,"
Henry paused, blinked his eyes, then smiled at Red.

    "Are you working tomorrow?" Henry asked Red.

    "No, I'm off tomorrow.  How about you?" Red answered.

    "I'm off tomorrow.  I was thinking.  We ought to spend a little time
getting to know each other better, and I've got a good place to do that.
Please come with me to my bedroom."  Red happily followed Henry into his
bedroom.

    Henry wrapped his arms around Red and gave him a passionate kiss.  "You
know, on our first date I didn't mean to act like I didn't like to make
love.  I just wanted more than a quick roll in the hay.  The more I've
gotten to know you, I like and respect you.  You're a good man.  Now, let's
get busy!"

    Henry became the aggressive one, pushing Red to sit on the bed so Henry
could take off his boots and sock.  Then he pushed Red back to remove his
jeans and boxers.  Before Red could respond, Henry was out of his clothing
and climbing on top of Red.  He kissed him, ran his hands across his red
haired covered chest, kissed his way down to Red's chest, sucking each
nipple in turn.  Red's nipples weren't very sensitive, but the fact that it
was Henry sucking him brought his cock up against Henry's stomach.

    "Oh, I'm being stabbed by a big hard club.  I'll have to protect
myself."  He reached down to Red's cock, feeling it from head to base, then
ran his hand up and down a few times.  Red groaned.  Henry released the
cock and rubbed his chest over it.  Red groaned more.  Henry kissed him and
asked, "Is my rough, tough cowboy gonna let me taste it?"

    "Oh, shit.  Yes.  Do what ever you want."  Henry's mouth engulfed Red's
cock immediately.  Though not thick, it was long.  Henry put the tip of his
tongue in the piss slit, receiving a steady flow of precum.  With tightened
lips, he sucked in and out on Red's cock, hearing a steady flow of "Oh,
yes.  Suck that fucker.  That's what I've been missing so long."  It wasn't
very long before Red screamed out, "I'm cumming," and he did, several
times.  Red lay back, breathing hard, and was happy to receive Henry's kiss
and the taste of his own cum.

    A few minutes later, Red asked Henry, "Do you like to fuck?  I'd sure
like to feel you inside of me."

    Henry thought, then said, "I haven't fucked a man in years.  I guess I
haven't forgotten how it's done.  I have lube, but I don't have any
condoms."

    "I wasn't a boy scout," Red said, "but I'm always prepared.  Let me get
one from my pocket.  I haven't used any in a long time, but I keep a fresh
one with me in hopes I will meet Mr. Right, and you are definitely
"Mr. Fuck Right."  He brought a condom from his pocket and opened the
package while Henry brought some lube from the night stand.  "I'd
appreciate it if you'd work your fingers in my ass to loosen it up."  Henry
did and opened Red up fairly soon.

    Henry put on the condom, put more lube on it, then approached Red.  Red
was on his back, legs in the air.  Henry put Red's legs on his shoulders,
touched his sheathed cock to Red's hole, and pushed gently.  Red's ass
opened up fairly easily because of Henry's preparation, yet the muscle was
firm.  His cock slid down, down, down, filling up Red's ass.  "Oh, that
feels so good.  I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have Mr. Right up
my ass.  Take it a little easy to begin, then give me all you've got."

    Henry started the fuck slowly, moving in and out carefully, careful not
to fight the tight sphincter which held his cock in position.  Soon, he
began to speed up.  Red was moaning and saying, " Oh, yes.  That feels so
good.  OHO, you hit my magic spot.  I'm in heaven."  Then, "I'm cumming,"
and he did.  Henry paused while Red shot five or six hard spurts of cum on
their chests.  When Red's orgasm had shot his load, Henry began to fuck
again, slowly at first, then harder and faster.

    Soon, Henry was ready, and he said, "I'm cumming.  Here.  Take it all."
Red could feel Henry's cock shooting its load.  His cock fired three more
small spurts on their chests.  Henry lay down upon Red, panting, and
saying, "That was more than I expected.  And you came again, too."

    "Yeah, you fucked it out of me, and I didn't even touch myself either
time.  It just shows what can happen when the right man is on top."  He
kissed Henry, put his arms around him and drew him even closer.  They
stayed together until Henry's cock slipped out of Red's ass.

    "I think we'd better take a shower.  This cum stuff is like glue when
it dries, and I don't think we can walk nude outside stuck together."  Red
smiled, kissed Henry, and they walked into the shower.

    The shower was just one big caress fest, with the soap washing away
their cum.  They dried each other, then returned to bed.  "Tomorrow, I want
to feel you inside me," Henry said.  They cuddled, caress and kissed, and
soon were asleep.

    The lovemaking continued each night thereafter.  Together they went to
the grape crush party.

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