Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2012 19:14:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Chandlers 2

			       The Chandlers
				Chapter Two

				 John, Jr.

Junior was sixteen when Uncle Ron came to live with his family.  George was
fifteen, Harry was fourteen, and the twins, Gerry and Frank were thirteen.
The year was 1946.  John, Sr. had not been drafted for the war because he
had so many children; because he was thirty-six when the war began; and
because pharmacists had a preferred status.  They were deemed necessary to
serve the civilian population.  Junior always wondered why his Uncle Ron
had been rejected from serving during the war.  He was young enough,
single, and did not have his dad's preferred status.

Ron worked for McCrory's Five and Dime store, which was located around the
corner from Chandler's Drug Store.  He had elevated himself to the position
of store manager.  His nephews loved to buy stuff there.  Uncle Ron
personally handled the sale for them.  The only thing they never did was
use the soda fountain.  That would have been disloyal to their father,
whose store had the best soda fountain in town anyway.

From the time he was fourteen, Junior started badgering his father to take
him on a hunting trip with Uncle Ron, but his dad always had an excuse to
deny his request.  After Ron moved in, he could avoid it no longer, and he
gave in.  "It's just this one time," he told Junior.  "Don't expect it to
happen again."  Junior was disappointed, but it was a step in the right
direction.

The five brothers were as close and as thick as any brothers could be.  By
the time the twins were instructed in how to masturbate by their big
brothers, at the ripe old age of eleven, they all had confided in each
other that they were all queer except Harry.  Poor Harry.  They kidded him
unmercifully, but Harry took the `abuse' because he knew how much they
loved him.

They spent hours discussing what astronomical odds there must be in four
out of five brothers being homosexual.  "I'll bet it's in the
quadrillions," Gerry announced at one of their gab sessions.  He had no
idea what a quadrillion was.  The only thing that they did not share was
the fact that the twins were having sex together.  The twins were waiting
for the right time to announce their night time activity.  At the time Ron
moved in, none of the others even thought about doing each other.  If
George wasn't sharing a bedroom with his heterosexual brother, and if
Junior didn't have his own bedroom, things might have been different.

After awhile the subject of the odds of so many homos being in one family
became stale.  About two months after Ron became a member of the household,
Junior declared, "I'm pretty sure Uncle Ron is queer."

"What makes you think so?" George asked, giving rise to a whole new area of
conversation for the brothers to pursue.

"Well, I always wondered why he was exempted from the draft.  The army
doesn't take in fairies, you know."

"Maybe he has flat feet," George noted.

"That's possible, but he never goes out on a date with a woman."

"He doesn't go out with men either, as far as I can see," George persisted.

"Well, I intend to find out," Junior declared.

"How?" the twins asked together.

"Lots of ways.  First of all, I'm going hunting with him and Dad in a
couple of weeks, and I intend to keep an eye on him and be a spy."

"What are you going to do on the hunting trip?  Ask him outright?" Harry
wanted to know.

"Maybe.  Maybe I'll let Dad and him know about me, and test Uncle Ron's
reaction."

"Yeah, but Dad might kill you.  You better let him know that I'm the only
normal one around here," Harry piped up.  Junior threw a pillow at him.

"Listen squirt," he said to Harry, "around here you're the queer one."
That struck everyone so funny they began to laugh hysterically, prompting
Hope to yell from the kitchen, "Quiet down up there."

Junior didn't have to wait until the hunting trip to learn about Uncle Ron.
He found out about his uncle, and a good deal more, quite by accident a few
days before the big trip.

It was the Sunday before the trip.  The drug store was open, and the
weekend pharmacist was covering for John.  All the brothers, except Junior,
had gone to a movie matinee.  Junior had too much homework, and he wanted
to get everything done before the upcoming hunting trip, so he stayed home,
studying in his room.  Hope was manning a booth at a church bake sale, and
she had stayed on at the church after the service.  When Ron and John came
home, they believed that they were alone in the house.

Junior heard them come in, and he wondered why they didn't call up the
stairs to say hello.  He was about to call to them, when he realized that
they might think he went to the movies with his brothers.  He held his
breath.  This was his opportunity to do some spying.  He slipped quietly
out of his room and peered cautiously over the stair rail.  He could just
about make out his father and uncle sitting on the sofa in the living room.
They were talking, but he could not make out what they were saying.

He grew bolder and took the first few steps down the stairs.  Now he could
see more of them.  No wonder he couldn't make out what they were saying.
They were whispering to each other and making little purring sounds.  He
needed just another step or two, but if he took them, he might be
discovered.  He took them anyway, and he heard his father say, very softly,
"That feels so nice."

Now he had a good view.  Both men had their cocks out, and both were
stroking the other's.  Junior hardly had a chance to react to the scene
below him, when Uncle Ron leaned over and took John's massive cock into his
mouth.  Junior had never seen his father aroused, and he was proud and
amazed at his size.  Uncle Ron was not so well endowed.

Junior wanted to run and hide somewhere, but he was glued to the step he
was on.  He was a dedicated observer when his father came in Uncle Ron's
mouth.  The man screamed loud enough to be heard next door.  After awhile,
Ron released his father, and his father went down on him.  Finally, Junior
could take it no longer, and he crept silently back to his room, with the
firm knowledge that he could not tell his brothers anything he had just
seen.

Junior was quiet and very morose in the days before the hunting trip.  He
didn't know how he should handle his new found knowledge.  He debated
coming out to the adults once they set up camp.  He also considered
cancelling out on them, but he wanted to confront them with his knowledge.
He figured that it must be a burden for them to be hiding how they felt
about each other, and it might help them to know that they had an ally in
him, and someone they could confide in.  But seriously, was he the one to
be their confidante?

The boy was very troubled.  He had nobody he could talk to except maybe his
closest in age brother, George.  More confusion!  He didn't want to burden
any of his brothers with the knowledge that their father was queer.  They
already suspected that their uncle was a homo, and that was hard enough for
them to accept.

In the end, he decided to do and say nothing and see what would happen when
the three of them were alone on the trip.  As they drove to the campsite,
John said to Junior, "Son, Ron and I have a confession to make to you."

Junior's heart stopped beating.  This was it.  His father was going to come
out to him.  He held his breath.

"Neither of us can bear to kill anything.  We tell your mother we go
hunting, but what we really do is just set up camp, commune with nature,
and just talk.  It's a quiet, tranquil time away from the stresses of our
every day lives, and we enjoy it.  I hope that will be enough for you, son.
We won't really be doing any hunting."

Junior was relieved, and disappointed at the same time.  He was hoping for
a real confession.  "It's OK, Dad," he said.  "I couldn't kill an animal
either.  I'll be very happy to sit around a campfire and just talk with you
two guys.  I love you both, and this will give us all a chance to really
bond."

"You don't know how relieved I am," Uncle Ron said.  "Another thing you
should know is that if the weather permits, we strip naked.  It's part of
our commune with nature."

Junior made up his mind to come out to his father when the three of them
were just sitting around chewing the breeze, and naked.  Being naked sort
of makes you vulnerable, he thought.  He had permission from his other
three homosexual brothers to tell their father about them too.  He figured
he would fire all his guns while they were far away from the civilized
world.  He hoped his father would be calm and accepting by the time they
got home.

They arrived at the camp site late in the afternoon, and laid out their
sleeping bags in a circle.  In the middle of the circle, they made a small
fire to cook some of the canned goods they had brought with them.  As the
sun set and the area grew dimmer and dimmer, Ron said, "Well men, it's time
to strip."  He and John started to take their clothes off.  Junior
hesitated, but he soon followed suit.  They sat down on their sleeping bags
facing the waning fire.

"Isn't this peaceful, son?" John asked Junior.

"It sure is, Dad.  Thanks for bringing me along."

John and Ron had reconciled themselves to the fact that there would be no
sex this trip so Ron just grunted.  He wasn't a happy camper, literally.

They spoke a little while about the high school football team, the retail
business, what Junior was doing in school, and so on, just a lot of small
talk, and then they grew silent.  Each one was staring at the stars, which
seemed twice the size of the stars in the city.  Junior glanced at his
father and uncle. Even in the dim light, he could see that their cocks were
erect.

After a long silence, Junior decided to come out.  It was now or
never. "Dad, Uncle Ron," he stuttered, "I need to tell you something."

"Sounds serious," John said.  "Is everything all right?"

"I'll let you be the judge of that."  He hesitated again.

"Well tell us.  Don't leave us guessing."

Junior decided to blurt it out and not give anyone else a chance to speak
until he was done.  "I'm a homo, Dad, and so are George and the twins.
Harry is the only son you have who is heterosexual.  Uncle Ron, we've been
guessing that you are queer also."

Junior expected a reaction from his father, violent or otherwise, but the
reaction he got shocked him.  John said very quietly, "Please son, promise
me that you won't ever again use words like homo, queer, fairy, et cetera.
They are derogatory and they offend me.  I wish they would invent a word
that won't be so offensive."

John stood up and pulled Junior up from where he was sitting.  Ignoring
their nakedness, he embraced his son, and whispered in his ear, "I love all
my sons beyond my own life.  I would gladly give up my life for any one of
you.  Thank you for being honest with me.  It proves I raised you right."

Ron sat by crying.  Finally he said, "You and your brothers are right about
me, Junior.  I am a homosexual."  He stood up and the three men engaged in
a group hug.

"Junior I have a confession also," John said.  "I'm going to tell you my
little secret.  You're old enough to understand now.  Someday I'll tell
your brothers, but you must promise me that you will never tell them.
That's my job."

"Now you're scaring me Dad.  Please tell me what it is."  Junior hoped it
was what he thought it was.

"Junior, I love your mother.  Please believe me, but after she learned that
she was pregnant with each of you boys, she cut off having sex with me.
After the twins were born, she wouldn't have sex even if I used a rubber.
She didn't want a foreign substance in her, and she also believed that it
was against God's will to use contraception.  I haven't had sex with your
mother since the twins were conceived.  She's past menopause and she still
won't have sex with me.  Forgive me son, but I have a lover."

"I don't blame you Dad, but do I know who she is?"  He was toying with his
Dad.

Before John could answer that difficult question, Uncle Ron spoke up.
"Junior, when your mother was only eight weeks pregnant with you, your
father complained to me that he needed desperately to have sex, and your
mother was denying him.  All I did was offer to whack him off and show him
how swell it is when someone else does it for you.  He reluctantly agreed,
and in the end, he loved it.  One thing led to another, and your father and
I have been lovers since before you were born."

"Please, Son," John piped in.  "Don't hate us.  I couldn't stand it if you
hated us."

"I don't hate you guys.  I feel sorry for you.  I swear, I will never marry
a woman no matter what pressure society puts on me.  I am what I am, and
I'm going to live that way."

That got father and uncle sobbing like babies.  "Listen," Junior said to
get their attention, "I know about you two.  I swear Dad, I haven't told my
brothers, and I promise not ever to."

"How did you find out?" John asked incredulously.

"I caught you at it just last week when you guys thought you were alone in
the house."

"Good God," Ron said, "What other little secrets have you got to tell us?"

"What about the rest of you?" John asked.  He really wanted to explore the
mating habits of his sons.

"We're all virgins as far as I know, but Harry is a technical virgin.  His
girlfriend jerked him off a few times, but she won't have sex with him.
She's pretty wise.  They're way too young.  Also I think the twins are
making it together, but I have no proof, so I would keep that under our
hats."

"So you're a virgin," Ron commented.  "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No Uncle.  The guys at school do everything they can to hide their sexual
preferences, and I'd be afraid to find out who shares my views.  George and
I discuss it often.  We conjecture who among our friends might want to have
sex with us.  So far we have come up empty handed."

"I daresay that you will lose your virginity in college.  Unfortunately, I
didn't.  I was a virgin until the day after I married your mother.  I was
twenty-five."

"I had my first sexual encounter when I was seventeen, "Ron said.  "It was
with a much older, married man.  I swore never to reveal his name.  I was
still a teen-ager when your father and I got together.  I haven't been with
anyone since."

That got Junior feeling guilty.  "Look guys," he said.  I'll move my
sleeping bag over there, out of eyesight and maybe hearing.  Why don't you
two make love?  I don't want to stand in your way."

"Does that mean we have your blessing?" John asked.

"Absolutely, and from the way Mom is acting, I believe that without meaning
to, she is giving you permission, Dad, to take another lover."

"I never thought of it that way, Son.  Thanks for pointing it out."

"Maybe she has another lover also," Ron broke out laughing.

"Anything is possible," John said.  "Right now, it's just you and me.
Let's take Junior up on his offer, and let him move his sleeping bag away
from us."

"You don't have to ask me twice," Junior said as he scooted away.

When they got home and Junior was alone in his room, the other brother's
burst in on him and shut the door.

"Well?" Frank asked.

"Well what?"

"You know what."

"OK! OK!  I came out to them, and they know about George and the twins.
Uncle Ron admitted he was queer too."

"How did Dad take it?" George asked.

"First off, he told me never to use derogatory words like queer, homo and
fairy.  Then he told me that it didn't matter to him, and that he loved us
all, even Harry."  That got everyone laughing.

"How come you didn't bring home a deer or something?" Gerry asked.

"That's a whole other story.  Listen up, brothers.  Dad and Uncle Ron hate
hunting.  They just go to have a quiet time and commune with nature.  They
could no more kill an animal than I could.  Isn't that swell?"


To be continued...