Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2012 11:29:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Chandlers - Chapter 4

                                The Chandlers
                                Chapter Four

                                  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......