“You had better take good care of this guy Jerry, he is a very dear friend, and I don’t want to see him hurt.” Although still a little sleepy, I was fully aware of what was happening, and I liked what I saw.
“Collin you have no need to worry. Harry and I do love each other. I think we have the chance to have a real lasting relationship. I might even take him home for dinner one night.” Collin burst out in a belly laugh.
“Dad would flip, although mum would be there with open arms. You always were her baby. Come on, we have some celebrating to do. Steph and I got engaged last night. We are going to marry in June, and you are both invited. Now we have 2 things to celebrate, my engagement, and your coupling. Get dressed both of you, and let’s go down the pub.”
We dressed and headed to Cazaly’s club on Mulgrave road. It was the local Aussie Rules Football club, and had a great sports bar. We spent most of the afternoon there, before Collin said he had to go and meet Stephanie. They were going out to dinner with mum and dad and her parents. We were welcome to join them if we wished. I looked at Harry, and he nodded.
“Yeh, we would love to, but you’re buying Collin.” I said as a matter of fact. He laughed and agreed.
“Most likely the last free meal you’ll get from me for a while.”
We all walked home, and after showering and changing into smart casual, made our way to the ‘Raw Prawn’ on the Esplanade. These days I always wore black or navy. The oil and dirt in my skin pores played havoc with light coloured clothing, as I found out the hard way, and scrub as much as I liked, the dirt was not going to come out lightly.
Mum and dad were waiting for us, and Stephanie and her parents arrived about 15 minutes later. While we were talking, I leaned over to mum.
“Can I bring Harry home for tea one night?” I had a devious smile on my face, and mum at first looked shocked, as she had known what I was talking about. She had known Harry for many years through association with Collin, and I think it put her back a bit at first. But my mother did not let things faze her for long, and she quickly became her old self again. She then leaned back over to me.
“Are you happy Jerry?” looking directly into her eyes, I said I was ecstatic. She smiled, and then kissed me. Both Harry and Collin saw what was happening, and both smiled at me. Dad was oblivious to the whole proceedings. I was genuinely happy. Casual sex had its up side, but had many more pitfalls, and being in a full relationship was what I was really looking for in life. Harry accepted me as a tradesman, and although he moved in the upper echelons of society I felt that in time, I could be accepted as his gay companion, greaser or not.
The night went well, the usual toasts were given, and then Collin had to respond. He stood up, and thanked everyone for being there and for wishing Steph and himself well, and then he looked at Harry and me. I got an instant lump in my throat, I knew what was coming next, and I looked at Harry, but he had a serene look. He had accepted himself, and was happy.
“We have one more happy event to toast.” He said looking at Mum. She smiled back at him and looked at dad who was wondering what was going on. “Jerry here has found a partner in life; a soul mate and companion. I ask you to charge your glasses and be up standing.” Dad was looking worried now, and so was Steph. I don’t think she had told her parents about my being gay, and certainly did not know about Harry, whom she considered dull and boring. Collin continued.
“To Jerry and Harry, may their love last forever?” Everyone said ‘To Jerry and Harry’ and drank a mouthful of wine, then sat down. Dad started first, followed by Stephanie, then her parents. I thought her parents took it very well, better than Steph. Dad was confused, and showed it in his stilted questions. Mum just sat there listening. When the initial shock had begun to change to horror, mum stood up.
“Well, I think it is wonderful. I always knew Jerry would never give me grandchildren, but I always hoped he would be able to find a truly fine lover, and in Harry he has. I love them both, and they are welcome into my house as a couple anytime they want to. Harry, Sunday lunch is for family, you are now part of this family. See you Sunday.” With that, she said goodnight to Steph’s parents, and walked out of the restaurant. Dad quickly hurried after her, making his hurried goodbyes. Collin started to laugh, and Harry and I joined in. Stephanie looked mean at first then started to laugh too. Her parents could not see the funny side, but their faces did crack a smile, and the rest of the evening, which lasted about another hour, was spent in conversation about homosexuality and how we had come to meet. By the time we left, Stephanie’s parents had invited us over for tea Sunday evening,
“Just a light salad or something.” Her mother said. We accepted, and all headed home, Collin to Stephanie’s flat, and us to our new found freedom.
My first and only stable relationship
On our way home, Harry and I were ecstatic with how things went. There had been some hairy moments, but it had all turned out well. I knew now that the rest of the family would accept, if not begrudgingly, in time. We were in a gay mood when we arrived back at the flat, gay in more ways than one. We migrated straight to the bedroom, and sex this night was spectacular. Harry had found his freedom, and was now more open in his wishes as to what sex he wanted, and what he wanted out of our sexual encounters. He admitted he liked being a bottom, but would love the opportunity to be a top on occasion. He wanted to experiment with sex, with bondage, fisting, butt plugs and much more. I could not believe this was Harry talking. I decided as this was Harry’s coming out night, I would allow him to top for once. Harry was awkward at first, having never topped before, and he was very nervous too, but with whispered instructions and encouragement, Harry finally succeeded in entering me. Although having been on the scene myself for little more than 2 months, I was almost a seasoned veteran, or so I reasoned, and my ass took Harry’s reasonable sized cock well, despite the pain I had endured nearly 3 weeks earlier with the leather men. I was close to being fully healed, but Harry’s entry was still painful, as he stretched the damaged area of my rectum. Harry was gentle at first, almost timid, but after the initial pain of entry, I told him not to be a woos, and go for it. He started to drive his cock in further then, and I could feel his long cock pushing deep into me. I loved the feel of his cock in me, his warmth, and the ripples of his cock on the sides of my bowel, sliding effortlessly over my prostate. He felt good, and I wanted him to do this more often. It gave us a mutual bond, and I wanted to be his mate, so compromise and versatility would have to be exercised by both of us. Harry was starting to pound harder now, his breath heavy on my back, hot and comforting, his hands clutching me around the hips, pulling me onto his magical weapon. I could feel his hips moving smoothly into my ass and retreating just enough for the head to remain inside me, then pushing all the way till his big balls slapped my ass, getting slowly faster, his breathing more deeper, faster and more wanting. My cock too was rock hard, and Harry’s movements inside me were causing me to reach my climax, and I hoped Harry would reach his at the same time. I need not have worried. With one almighty shudder, rippling through his body, he pushed his cock deep within me; his back arched, his legs stiff with anticipation, and stayed there while he shot his load into my inner self. He was ridged for several minutes, and I could feel his cock still spasm again and again. His pent up frustrations finally being let loose, not because he did or could not give himself an orgasm, but his mind had finally been released from his torment, and he was now an open and out gay man. He was fucking his lover, and his mind was allowing him to be himself for the first time in his 29 years of life. I loved Harry, but I think back to this one moment in our relationship as the one true moment when I realised I really did love Harry, fully and without reservation. He was the guy I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. His body was the body I wanted next to mine every morning when I woke up, and every night when I fell asleep. I wanted us to grow old together, holiday together, travel the world together, cry and hug together. I never wanted a guy so much a
t that time as I did Harry. Harry, the bespectacled accountant with a fair but not glamorous body: conservatively dressed, conservatively thinking Harry. Harry Maxwell Fairchild, maybe I could change my name to Jerry Jonathon Fairchild, or maybe he could change his name to Harry Maxwell Bright. Hmm; something to ponder later.
We woke up on the Sunday morning quite late, and moved out to the kitchen after my usual morning glory fuck of Harry. He was the happiest I had seen him since moving in. The radio was on, and he was singing to the songs being played. Harry could not sing if his life depended on it, but it made me smile. I loved seeing Harry happy. After a breakfast of burnt toast and marmalade, coffee and orange juice (made by Harry of course), we sat at the table and discussed what had transpired last night. Yes, we had been invited to lunch at my home; yes we had been invited to Stephanie’s parents for tea; and yes the family now considered us a couple. We discussed our sleeping arrangements, and decided that as Harry’s room was larger than mine, I would move into his room, but leave my clothes in the other room, as it would be a crush, what with my work clothes and my good clothes battling for space with Harry’s wardrobe too. Harry wanted to look after me, and said so.
“What do you mean by look after me Harry?” I wanted to get it totally straight before problems arose.
“There is always a male and a female in every relationship. You work hard, and your job is physically demanding. The last thing you need is to come home and have to tend house and the chores. I am used to it, and actually quite like the domestic side of things. So, I have decided I will do the chores, although there may be times I could do with a hand. Your part in this relationship is to make me feel good, look after the rotten jobs I hate, and keep the car in good nick. Agreed?” I agreed, but suggested we trial it for a period and decide fully in a given time. 3 months was set, and we got up to shower and dress for our first Sunday lunch with the family.
I dressed in denim shorts, and an olive T-Shirt which had a motive on the back reading ‘Gay is a state of mind’ and a small pride rainbow on the front. Harry dressed conservatively as usual, in beige slacks and white polo shirt. He looked smart, but boy! Did I have to take him shopping one day. Harry had a great car. It was the latest Porsche 911, and he had only bought it about 6 months ago. He had to wait almost 9 months for it to be delivered from Germany. While driving out to mum and dads, he said I should have my own vehicle, especially as I worked in a dirty environment, and the Porsche would not be the best mode of transport. I agreed, saying I was thinking of a small Ute or van, but on an apprentice salary, I would have to wait a while. Maybe a pushbike would do for now.
“You know I have a decent bank account Jerry, and a pushbike is not exactly what I had in mind for you. I am willing to buy you a mode of transport if you like, car, bike, van or truck, which ever you feel is more in keeping with your image or needs. As for our transport together, well this is a great car, and we will share its use.” I knew he was right. I certainly did not want to soil the leather upholstery of the Porsche with the grease and oil off my clothing. I also knew Harry would buy me the transport, and never ask for a cent in return, even if we broke up next week, but I was still hesitant in accepting.
“Ok Jerry, I know what your thinking, but you have got to have some form of transport of your own, if only to allow yourself a little freedom from using buses or waiting around for others to pick you up or give you a lift. One of my clients is a car dealer off Mulgrave road. He deals in the cars the better dealers want to see the back of. But I have been to his yard, and there are some really good bargains there, and half of them are Ute’s and trucks. So let me give him a ring and see what I can do, any preference on make or type?” Now he was serious, and I thought, to hell with it, he was right, I did need something to go to and from work with, and I should let him do this for me. I knew it would make him feel happy. To Harry, giving was a way of life, and he never looked for anything in return.
“Okay Harry, but I pay you back each week out of my pay. I can’t give much to start, but I will make sure I pay you every cent.” Harry agreed, and asked again what I wanted.
“A Ute: Preferably a Toyota.” I said. “They are basic, no frills, reliable, and easy to get parts. Oh! Please try for one with air-con. It has got to have air-con for the wet season.” Harry laughed.
“Your wish is my command oh master.” And with that we settled down to a smooth ride out to mum and dads in the luxury of the Porsche.
As we arrived, I saw Mitch’s kids playing in the front garden with the dog. Neither Collin nor David had arrived yet, but they were always late. They always gave the excuse that they had to do some shopping on the way out, but I knew, and so did mum and dad, that they both had good sex drives, and always left it to the last minute before getting out of bed. As we got out of the car, Harry came over and grabbed my hand. It was his security blanket, and I felt happy to oblige. We walked hand in hand into the house. It was obvious the minute we stepped in, that mum had told Mitch, and he hardly acknowledged me. Anne was a little more receptive, and although she knew Harry well from being Collins flat mate, still showed a little animosity towards him, but not as much as Mitch. The kids came flying in and jumped into my arms as usual, and I gave them both a big kiss. They then went over to Harry, as they knew him too, and started to talk to him, telling him all the things that had happened at their school at the Xmas party they had before school stopped for the Xmas break. Mitch just shook his head, and continued to sulk with his beer in hand. Dad came over and shook Harry’s hand.
“I am sorry if I gave you the wrong impression last night. I was a little shocked, and it took a little time to get it into my mind. But I am glad that if Jerry had to have a boyfriend, it was you. You are welcome here anytime Harry.” Harry thanked him, and accepted a beer from dad. While dad was getting the beer, I could see Harry’s eyes were moist, and pulled him into the hallway.
“You ok Harry?” he smiled.
“Yeah; just being accepted by your dad meant a real big deal to me. I will recover in a minute. Give me a few moments alone.” I saw him go upstairs to the toilet, and enter. I went up and listened outside the door. I could hear him sobbing quietly. I went downstairs, and went up to dad, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks dad.” It was all I had to say. Dad hugged me back.
“You are my son Jerry, and come what may, I will always love you. Just do me a favour.” I looked at him.
“What dad?” He smiled.
“Be as good to him as I hope I am to your mother. He loves you; I can see it in his eyes, and the way he looks at you. Don’t hurt him Jerry. I have always liked Harry. I don’t want to loose him as a friend or as a son-in-law.” I hugged him tighter this time.
“No chance dad, I think we will be together for your 50th wedding anniversary.” Just then Harry came back down stairs.
“You ok Harry? I heard you sobbing up there, I haven’t done anything to upset you have I?” I was showing and feeling genuine concern.
“No, on the contrary, you have done everything right, and your dad has really accepted us as a couple. That is what made me emotional. I know how much you and your dad love each other, and I just hoped our living together would not come between him and you.” I laughed, and he looked at me.
“No chance, mum would never have allowed it. She would have cut off his conjugal rights first, before she let his moralising come between us.”
Collin and Stephanie arrived first, with David and Carole arriving about 15 minutes later. Mum had a go at them as they arrived, saying the lunch was almost ruined, sitting in the oven drying out. But we all know she times it just right to take into account David’s and Collin’s usual tardiness. The 3 girls moved out to the kitchen to help set the dinning table, and help with any last minute preparations, while the 5 men sat in the lounge beer in hand talking over the weeks happenings. Collin dragged Harry into conversations, and after a while, both David and Mitch also started to include him. They had known
him for over 10 years but not as a gay man, but their inhibitions soon waned, and we all started to feel comfortable as a group. It was dad who asked the question of what we would do when Collin got married. Would Collin stay in the flat, or would we take it over? This conversation continued at the dinner table, and mum and the girls all put their point of views across. It was mum who suggested we found a place we could really call our own, and I saw Harry’s brain start to think. Yes, mum had sowed the seed, and it was germinating in Harry’s brain.
The lunch was a success, although both Mitch and David were still hesitant in shaking Harry’s hand when we departed. Dad was great, slapping Harry on the back and calling him ‘son’, which made Harry’s eyes moisten again. I suggested I drive to Stephanie’s parents place, as he would not be able to see the road, and he agreed. It was a beautiful car to drive. It turned exactly where it was supposed to; it glided over potholes and road bumps, was very responsive on the throttle, and braked on a dime.
“Now I know why you paid $200,000 for this exquisite piece of machinery. It just hugs the road. I got to drive this more often.” Harry laughed. He loved to see me happy too, and at this moment I was in mechanics heaven.
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