The Chandlers
 by: Hankster

© 2012 by the author

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Chapter 8 

Jane and Harold

Another beautiful June day in 1954; another beautiful bride.  The bride and groom had graduated from OSU just two weeks prior.  After a two week honeymoon in Mexico, they would occupy their university-provided apartment, at a nominal rental fee, near the medical school in Chicago, and the groom would be starting his studies a week after that.

The Methodist Church in Cleveland was filled to overflowing.  Among the guests were Carl, Greg and Vince.  They were sitting near the back of the church.  Vince tried not to let anyone see him crying.  George was Harry’s best man, and Junior, Carson, and the twins were ushers.  Originally Harry had asked Vince to be one of the groomsmen, but he declined, so Harry had to drop David from his attendants’ list in order to keep an even number.

Harry’s mother, Hope, and her husband, received an invitation in Minneapolis, but they also declined.  After all these years, she was still too ashamed to face her sons.  Harry was very pissed off, and he never tried to contact her again.

Harry’s brothers assumed that this would be the only wedding the family would ever see, at least for another generation, so they made a huge celebration of it.  They turned the reception, which was held in the staid Methodist Church, into one of the best parties ever.

Unlike his father and mother, Harry spurned Niagara Falls in favor of a honeymoon in New York City.  The 1950s were the golden age of the American Musical Theater.  Harry had obtained tickets to most of the big hit musicals.  The newlyweds booked a room at The Plaza looking toward Central Park.  They knew that they had four grueling years of medical school ahead of them, followed by internship, residency and maybe a fellowship, so they spared no expense for their ‘last fling’.

Unlike Harry’s frigid, religion-constricted mother, Jane was one hot baby, anxious to lose her virginity and have lots of sex with her sexy husband.  As soon as they got into their hotel room, she locked the door, and stripped rapidly.  Harry stood there in disbelief.  He stared at his naked wife, and his mouth dropped open.  Nobody in Hollywood was prettier than she was.

“Well, are you just going to stand there,” Jane said, and she jumped into bed.  Harry undressed rapidly.  By the time he joined her in bed, she was admiring his substantial uncut cock.  She grabbed it and caressed it and he nearly came.

“Do it to me,” she begged, and he entered her commando, in the missionary position.  He had condoms in his suitcase, but they hadn’t unpacked yet.  He came rapidly and declared he needed recovery time.

Jane grabbed the back of his head and started guiding him toward her crotch.  He knew what she wanted, and he started to descend.  He was attacked by a fishy odor.  He decided to ignore it, because they hadn’t bothered to shower in their haste to have sex.  He was sure she would smell like roses next time.  His memory bank reminded him of how sweet Vince’s cock had smelled.   Harry’s inexperienced tongue found Jane’s clitoris and he began to suck it gently like a lollipop, but she yelled, “Harder,” and she came twice before she would allow him to stop.

“Lie on your back,” she commanded.  Harry obliged and she went down on him.  His cock must have smelled of semen and vagina juices, but Jane did not seem to mind.  Harry was pleased to note how inexperienced she was.  He had to remind her constantly to watch her teeth.  She was so inept, he never got hard again, and they agreed that next time she would do that first.

On the last night of their stay in New York, they were cuddling in bed.   After a while Jane said, in what she thought was a cutesy-pie voice, “My girlfriends told me about something we can do that will make us both very happy, that will feel good for both of us, and we’ll never have to worry about unwanted pregnancies.

Harry had a sneaking suspicion about what his wife meant, but he dared not let himself believe it. 

“What’s that?” he asked innocently.

“You know, through the rear door.” 

He knew very well, and he immediately thought of Vincent, and of the nirvana Vince had taken him to.  So far Jane’s blow jobs were awful, so Harry dared hope that ass-fucking her would make them both happy, and help him forget how great it was with Vince.

“I’ll need lots of lubricant,” Harry said, trying to stall.

“I put a jar of Vaseline out on the bathroom vanity,” Jane cooed.

Harry smiled at her, and got out of bed.  He returned with the Vaseline, and found his bride lying on her stomach.  It didn’t occur to him to lube her ass, even though he and Vince had done that to each other.  He just swabbed his own cock generously.  He straddled Jane and aimed his cock at her ass.  He knew from limited personal experience, and from what his brothers had told him, that it would probably hurt her initially.  If it did, she didn’t complain.  He entered her with minimal resistance and he started pumping.  Jane began to squeal with delight.  Harry forced himself to believe he was fucking Vince again, and he came into her innards.  He heard her give out one long sigh, and he collapsed on top of her, enveloping her whole body.

“I feel like you’ve put me in a cocoon.  I love it,” she whispered.  “Damn.  We could have done this before the wedding.” 

“Would you still have felt like a virgin going down the aisle?”

“Yes, I think so.”

They hadn’t planned on having children right away, but that first time, without protection, was all it took to conceive little Daniel, who was born while his daddy was still in his first year of medical school.  Thank goodness, they both enjoyed (maybe preferred) anal sex, because they sure couldn’t afford to have another baby.

Although they had resigned themselves to the fact that they could never be together, Harry stayed in close contact with Vince.  They wrote often, and whenever Jane wasn’t around, Harry called Vince.  They never mentioned sex, or what happened to them on that wonderful New Year weekend.  Vincent had earned his degree in civil engineering, and he worked for The City of Toledo in urban planning. 

Harry had only two weeks of summer vacation, and he and Jane agreed to visit both their parents, one week each, to introduce them to Daniel.  They went to Canton first.  The twins had just graduated college, and were working in their dad’s pharmacy.  Junior was working in Columbus, and George was in Boston at Harvard Law School.  Daniel got plenty of attention from the family remaining in Canton.  There was much oohing and aahing when they saw him.

From Canton they went to Cleveland.  When the week was up, and Harry had to return to school, Jane asked if he would mind if she stayed another week or two.  She just missed her parents so much.  He said that he didn’t mind at all, since he was so busy at school anyway.  Jane had secured a teaching position at an elementary school, but she didn’t have to be back in Chicago until after Labor Day.  Little Daniel was going into Day Care then, and finances would be easier for them. 

At the first rest stop on the way back to Chicago, Harry called Vince.  “I’ll be alone for about two weeks,” he said.  Do you think you could get away and come to Chicago?”

“That’s not wise,” Vince said.  “Besides, I’m seeing this woman and it’s serious.”  Harry’s heart fell, but what right had he to feel blue or betrayed?  After all he was married also.

“I know it isn’t wise, but you know how we feel about each other.  Dammit, I love you Vince.  Please come.”

“Shit, I’ll be there Monday morning.”

“I’ll leave a key under the mat.  Get plenty of rest.  We’ll be up all night.”

Vincent got married to Melissa Evers two days after Christmas on a Saturday morning.  They planned it that way so that all their brothers would be able to take some holiday time off to attend.  Carson was Vincent’s best man.  He had six ushers, Junior, George, Harry, Gerry, Frank and David.  This time Harry was glad to be in the wedding party, unlike at his wedding, when Vince had declined.

Vince stood at the altar in a near trance.  He was going through the motions in a well rehearsed scenario.  All his thoughts were on Harry and the great ten days they had spent together this past summer.  As he listened to the minister, his cock was tingling thinking of Harry.  There must have been psychic energy in the church, because Harry’s thoughts were on those ten days also. 

Someday I’m going to write a beautiful love story, Harry thought, about that time Vincent and I spent together.  I’ll call it Ten Days.

Somehow Vincent and Harry managed to get through the day without falling apart.  Before they knew it, everyone was showering the bride and groom with rice, and the reception started to break up.  Harry had told Melissa and Vincent about the great time he and Jane had on their honeymoon, and so the newlyweds decided to copycat the honeymoon of their friends.  Well, not quite everything.  After the honeymoon, Vincent reported to Harry that Melissa vetoed oral and anal sex, and he had to perform in a missionary position, as that was the only position she would allow. 

On the other hand, Jane didn’t want any more children until Harry graduated from med school.  They had sex often, but it was anal, and Harry didn’t mind at all.  Jane’s well perfumed ass smelled better than her vagina, it was a lot tighter, and he didn’t have to wear a rubber.

A year after Vince’s wedding, his son, Rudy, was born, and two years after that, he and Melissa divorced.  The grounds were infidelity.  The adultery was hers, not his.  Over the next sixteen years, Vincent satisfied himself with a series of one night stands with women, and with his fist.  He remained in Toledo.  He had custody of Rudy every weekend and one month every summer.  Rudy would have preferred living with his father, but his mother wouldn’t dream of it. 

Eventually, after his residency, Harry and his family moved to Canton, where he set up his pediatric practice.  He and Jane never had any other children.  Harry and Vince continued to stay in touch, but they rarely saw each other.  Occasionally, when Jane went to Cleveland with Daniel to visit her parents, Vince would come for a visit.  When he did, he saw a lot of the twins, John and Ron.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the twins figured out before either Harry or Vince got married.

One Christmas, when Daniel was sixteen, and Rudy was fifteen, Vincent had Rudy for the holidays.  The two of them were invited to Canton for a visit.  They stayed at Harry’s house.  Vincent was given the guest room, and Rudy bunked in with Daniel, who had twin beds in his room.  Two teenage boys sharing a bedroom is a recipe for disaster, or maybe for euphoria.

Vincent arrived three days before Christmas.  The next day, Jane said that she was going to the mall for some last minute shopping.  The boys begged to go with her, and she reluctantly agreed.  Immediately after they left, Vince and Harry were in bed making love.  They barely got dressed before Jane and the boys got home.  They hugged their sons, and asked if they had a good time.  The boys just nodded. 

That night as the boys lay in bed, Daniel said, “You know Rudy, I think our fathers are fucking each other.”

Rudy gasped.  “What in the world would make you think such a thing?”

“I’m gay and I have a sixth sense about that.  My whole family is gay except my dad, and I have suspected that he’s been in the closet for a very long time.  I just have a feeling about him and your father.  It’s something in the way they look at each other, and how they talk to each other.”

“Thanks for telling me that you’re gay,” Rudy said.  “You know, both my grandfather’s on my dad’s side are gay, and my Uncle Carson and your Uncle John, Jr. are a gay couple also.  Daniel, I think I’m gay too.  How do you know when you’re gay, anyway?  Have you ever been with a guy?”

“No, but when I whack off, all I think about is doing things with a guy.”

“Gee, me too,” Rudy said.

“I like you Rudy.  I like you a lot.  Do you think you would want to fool around with me?”

“Gee, Daniel that would be great.  I like you a lot too.”

“Then get over here into my bed, and take your jockey shorts off.”

“Do you know what to do, Daniel?” Rudy asked with concern.

“I have some idea.  Let’s learn together.  Let’s start by kissing each other and fondling our cocks.”

Rudy started to fondle his own cock and Daniel started to laugh.  “Play with my cock, dufus, not yours.  I’ll do that for you.”  They started to kiss with closed lips, and to fondle and stroke each other.  Before they could try anything else, the two boys came, amidst sighs of joy.  It was a good start, but it was nothing new.  They could have done that to themselves.

“I’ve got a great idea, Daniel said.  “Tomorrow, we’ll visit my grandfather’s pharmacy.  I don’t think I could confide in my grandfather, but my twin uncles will be able to tell us what to do.  Would you be interested?”

“You bet your sweet ass,” Rudy said.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/07/12