Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 05:26:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Chandles 7

                          The Chandlers
                          Chapter Seven

                        Vincent and Harold

On the afternoon of that fateful New Year's Eve, the happiest reunion that
John and Carl could ever have imagined occurred in Canton, Ohio.  Ron
prepared a light supper for the family, and the young people got ready to
go to their various parties.

It was still not seemly for an unmarried couple to share a bedroom in 1953,
so after the party, which Harry and Jane attended, Harry took Jane to the
home of one of her female classmates, who lived in Canton.  George arranged
to stay with Dave, so Vince could have his bed, and Carl and Greg got Ron's
old bedroom.

Something terrible happened that night.  Something wonderful happened that
night.  It all depends on one's point of view.

Harry took Vincent to the party that he and Jane were attending.  Vince
could have gone to a party with Junior and Carson, but Harry felt he would
be more comfortable at a straight party.  Besides, there would be girls
there.  Everyone had a great time, and Vince added a couple of girls' names
to his address book.

Harry and Vince got home about one in the morning and went directly to
Harry's bedroom.  Harry stripped naked in a second, and announced that he
had to use the bathroom.  He walked naked across the hall.  Vince was not
surprised.  His family paraded around naked all the time also.  He felt it
was one of the advantages of an all male household.  When Harry returned,
Vince went to the bathroom similarly unattired.

They lay in their separate beds for a long time unable to fall asleep.  Two
hours later they were both wide awake, so they started to talk.  Vince
started the conversation.

"Carson and I had separate bedrooms," Vince said.  "How did you manage to
share a bedroom with a gay brother?"

Harry was surprised at the question?  He had never given it a second
thought.  "It wasn't a problem," he answered.  "I saw my brothers and my
dad and uncle naked all the time.  "It was the norm around here."

"Yeah!  I saw my family naked all the time also, but at least I had a
private bedroom."

"Junior had a private bedroom, and it never entered my mind to ask him to
switch with me."

"I guess you had to go to the bathroom if you wanted to jerk off."

Harry broke out laughing.  "Are you kidding?  My brothers and I had circle
jerks all the time, and George and I jerked off together in our separate
beds when the mood struck, especially since I had blue balls all the time."

"I guess you guys were more open with each other.  Carson and I were more
reserved.  Did you ever jerk off another guy, or one of your brothers, and
did one of them ever jerk you off?"  Harry wasn't sure where this was
going, but he felt that this conversation called for complete honesty.

"On my high school prom night, I came home with the worst case of blue
balls I ever suffered.  I needed to talk to someone, so I went to Junior's
room.  His room was always the place for brother gatherings.  It's where we
discussed serious matters.  Junior was naked, and I was in my boxers.  He
told me to lie down next to him.  He put his arm around me, and made me
feel safe, loved and comforted.  I started to take care of my horniness,
but he pushed my hand away and he took care of it for me.  Afterward I told
him that I loved it, but I still preferred girls.  He told me that I
couldn't change him, and it was not his intention to turn me into a
homo. These days after every date with Jane, I need to relieve myself, and
I often wish Junior was there to help me out."

"Hey let's help each other out like our dads did in college." Vince
suggested.  "It'll complete the cycle."

"I don't know," Harry said unconvincingly.  "It turned out that they were
gay, and didn't know it."

"Like junior said, we can't turn each other.  It'll just be fun and games,
and a little relief."

"You're right," Harry said.  He moved over on his bed and motioned for
Vince to join him.  He was surprised to note that Vince was already hard.
His uncut tool was about seven stiff inches.  Harry was slightly longer,
but not by much.  He was still flaccid, but when he saw the state Vince was
in, he stiffened quickly.

They faced each other with their faces inches apart.  They could each smell
the slight amount of liquor they had drunk at the stroke of midnight as a
toast to the New Year.  Vince seemed to be the more aggressive one.  Harry
was hesitant, but Vince reached down and took Harry's engorged cock into
his hand.  As he began to stroke gently, Harry finally did the same to him.

They stroked slowly and very gently.  Neither one wanted to cum too
quickly, but they were young, and couldn't delay their orgasms very long.
As their breaths quickened, and their cocks grew harder, a strange thing
happened.  Their lips were only centimeters apart and they began to kiss.
They didn't give each other brotherly kisses.  Their mouths opened and
their tongues began to duel.

Their cum spewed all over the sheets and the palms of their hands.  Harry
sprayed Vince's abdominal area and Harry did the same to Vince.  "Don't
worry about the sheets," Harry said.  "It happens all the time in this
house.  If Uncle Ron notices, he'll think one of us whacked off."  Harry
reached under his bed and retrieved a clean towel.  "Here," he said, "clean
up and we'll sleep in your bed."  Neither was willing to address the
passionate kiss they had just shared as they came.  Perhaps they weren't
even aware of it.

They cuddled up in Vince's bed because they had to.  They didn't have much
room.  Vince put an arm around Harry and leaned into him so that they were
nesting together, and his limp cock was lying on Harry's crack.

"This is how we were lying when Junior jerked me off," Harry volunteered
the additional information.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Vince asked.

"Mmmmmm," and that's how they fell asleep.

Harry woke up first.  He had no idea what time it was, but sunshine was
streaming into the room through the shear curtains.  Vince was still
nesting against him, but now he had a morning woodie.  Harry's first
impulse was to move away, but he didn't want to disturb Vince, and he had
to admit it felt good, kind of comforting.  Without realizing what he was
doing, he pushed his ass harder against his sleeping companion.  Vince
pushed forward.

"Are you OK about last night?" Vince whispered in Harry's ear.

"Yeah.  How about you?"

"Like we agreed.  It was fun and nothing more.  Now I gotta pee."

"Don't worry about going to the bathroom with a hard on," Harry laughed.
"You might even meet someone in there in a similar condition.  I gotta go
too."  They went to the bathroom together.  Gerry and Frank were in there
brushing their teeth.

"Sorry guys," Harry said, "we gotta pee bad."

"Be my guest," Frank said, and Vince and Harry crossed swords while the
twins continued to brush.

"We'll be done in a minute, and we've already showered," Gerry said.  "You
guys can go next.  Carson and Junior are still snoring away.  Dad and Uncle
Ron have been downstairs with Carl and Greg for hours.  I think the old
guys went to bed early."

"Thanks," Harry said.  "You stay here Vince.  I'll go get us towels."
Neither Gerry nor Frank were even mildly surprised that the two straight
guys were about to shower together.  Guys did it all the time in school
locker rooms, and for sure, they did it in this household.

As soon as they went into their bedroom to get dressed, Gerry said,
"Franklin Chandler, our two straight brothers had sex last night."

"You're nuts.  What makes you think so?"

"They both had dried semen in their pubic hairs.  You never notice
anything.  You should have your eyes examined."

Frank ignored the insult.  All he could say was, "No shit!"

After last night, the two `straight' guys were hardly shy with each other
in the shower.  They not only soaped their backs, they soaped up their
hardening cocks.

"Wanna do it again?" Vince asked.

"Sure! Why not?"

They jerked each other off once again in the shower, but this time they did
not kiss.

They got dressed quickly and Harry stripped his bed.  Vince helped him put
on fresh sheets and Harry threw the used sheets into the hamper.  When they
got into the kitchen, the twins were just finishing a breakfast of bacon
and eggs.

"What would you like for breakfast?" Ron asked.  "Bacon, ham, sausage, or
all of them?  How do you like your eggs, Vince?"

"Nothing for me, Uncle Ron," Harry said.  "I'm having breakfast with Jane's
friend and her family.  We'll see you later."  He took off quickly.

"Were you comfortable last night, Vince?" John asked.

"Yes sir, very comfortable, thank you."  Then he said something strange.
It was kind of a crazy thing to do or say, but something compelled him to
say it.

"Ron, Harry came home with a bad case of blue balls last night, and he got
cum all over his sheets.  We put the dirty sheets in the hamper and put
fresh linen on his bed.  He said to tell you that he was sorry."

"Really?  He has been coming home with blue balls for years and dirtying
the sheets.  He never said he was sorry before."

"Well, he's getting older and more polite, I guess." Vince tried to explain
his strange statement.  At the same time he was trying to figure out why he
said it in the first place.  To change the subject, he said, "I met a few
swell gals at the party last night."

Carl was aware that his son was acting strangely, and although he wondered
about it, it never occurred to him that Vince and Harry could have done
anything together.

The main reason Vince was acting strangely was that he was totally
confused.  He had more than enjoyed what he and Harry had done last night,
and again in the shower this morning.  He liked Harry, and he wondered if
they could do the things his stepbrother was doing with Junior.  A few days
ago he would have said no way.  It would have seemed disgusting, but now it
didn't seem disgusting at all.  He was not only confused at his thoughts,
he was disturbed by them.

Finally, it dawned on him.  He was in love with Harry.  The realization
scared the shit out of him.  He couldn't wait to get home and as far away
from Harry as possible.  How far could `as far away as possible' ever be,
when his stepbrother was in a committed relationship with Harry's brother?
Poor Vince was in a near state of panic, especially when he realized that
he did want to do `all those things' with Harry that his brother did with
Junior.

Harry was sitting in his car outside of Jane's friend's house.  The motor
was off and it was getting colder and colder, but he could not bring
himself to go into the house just yet.  All he could think about was Vince,
how he had held his cock and his naked body against his own nakedness, and
about their long sensual kiss.  He didn't want to pick up Jane.  He wanted
a repeat performance with Vince, but he knew he had to do the right thing.
He would not only pick up Jane, but they would go through with their
wedding plans and his four years of medical school.  That's what was
expected of him, and that's what he was committed to do.  Vince would
return to Toledo and that would be the end of it.

He thought of Carl and his father.  They had done no more than what he and
Vince had done, but they had married and continued to yearn for each other
for all these years.  He wondered if they would ever give in to temptation,
and if they did, would their partners ever forgive them.  If only he knew
that last night when all the kids got out of the house, Ron whispered
something in Greg's ear.  Greg nodded and said to Carl, "Why don't you two
old friends go do what you both have been dreaming of for more than twenty
years.  Ron and I will go to his old room.  Not another word was spoken as
John and Carl went into John's bedroom, and made all their pent up
fantasies and emotions come true.

Harry finally got his head together.  He got out of the car, approached the
front door, and rang the bell.  Jane introduced him to her hosts, Mr. and
Mrs. Trent, who welcomed him warmly.  They all had a delicious brunch
together, and Harry let himself forget about Vince for the moment.  As he
left the house to drive Jane back to his house, he said to the Trents,
"I'll have her back here by ten."

Nobody was leaving until the next day.  Harry would share a room with Vince
for one more night.  He was both fearful and excited at the same time.  For
his part, Vince was afraid he would not be able to restrain himself.

That night Vince and Harry took their sweet time getting ready for bed.
Harry considered wearing underwear, but he never did, because he didn't
want to make it seem that he didn't want any form of sex tonight.  In the
end they both got naked and climbed into separate beds.

Harry reached over and shut the lamp on his dresser.  The room was plunged
into an eerie and silent darkness.  At least an hour passed and neither
could speak.  Finally Harry heard Vince ask, "Harry, are you awake?"

"Yes."

"I have something to tell you, but I'm afraid."

"I know."

Vince was confused.  "What do you know?"

"How you feel about me.  I feel the same way about you."

"What in damnation are we going to do about it?"

"Make love to me Vincent.  We'll worry about it tomorrow."

Vince jumped out of George's bed and into Harry's.  He started to kiss
Harry's ear, and as he did, he whispered.  I brought a small jar of
Vaseline into the room with me tonight."

Harry laughed.  "That's my boy," he said.

"God, I love you," Vince said.  "Tomorrow do you think we should have a
brother chat in Junior's room?"

"That would be the right thing to do, but I think you and I should have a
very private chat with our fathers.  If I weren't engaged, they would
probably be very pleased, but under the circumstances, I don't know what to
expect.  One thing I know for sure, I don't want you to be my concubine.  I
need to have you full time."

"Like you said, let's worry about it tomorrow," Vince said.

That night the lovers did everything their brothers had ever described to
them over the years.  Those things had once disgusted them.  Tonight they
tasted the forbidden fruit, and it was good.

When he woke up in the morning, Vince was alone in the room.  He used the
bathroom and went downstairs.  John was alone in the kitchen.

"Good morning," Vince said.  "Where's Harry?"

"He's gone.  He went to pick up Jane and they are driving directly back to
Columbus.  He left a note for you."  John handed Vince a sealed envelope.

Vince's hand shook as he ripped open the envelope.  There was a short note
which he could hardly read because he was crying so hard.

Dear Vince: It's over.  My wedding date is set, and I am getting married
just before I go off to med school.  I'll always cherish this weekend.  I
love you.  Harry.

Vince could not stop crying.  John went over to him and engulfed him in his
arms.  "Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

"No," Vince said, and he ran upstairs to pack for his trip back to Toledo.


To be continued....