Tea at Stephanie’s parent’s house was pleasant, and not at all uncomfortable. I think they accepted it better than my family did initially. We ate a chicken salad, with strawberries and ice cream for desert. It was healthy, something my diet lacked of late, and we felt well fed when we departed well after 10pm. Conversation was free and easy, with our decision to couple only marginally touched on. The following Saturday was Xmas day, and we were invited out to mum and dads for lunch, and to Harry’s parents for tea. His parents did not know of our relationship, and I was invited as Harry’s new flat mate. It was going to be awkward, as Harry did not want to spoil Xmas for his family, so we were not going to tell them till after New Year.
Friday finally came, and being Xmas eve, we were able to finalise all our jobs by around 3pm, and Joe brought out a carton of VB, and we sat there for an hour talking, telling dirty jokes, and ribbing each other and generally getting pissed. I had promised Harry I would meet him at Central Plaza at 5pm, so we could do our last minute shopping, so just before 5pm, I went and washed up, and got Stanley to drop me off at the Plaza. I gave him a good pash before I left the car as a Xmas gift, as well as a small package containing a leather wallet. I had noticed he always carried his money in his pockets and did not own a wallet. He was genuinely pleased, and apologised for not getting me anything.
“I didn’t expect you too Stanley. I just wanted you to know I still love you, even though Harry and I am now an item.” I got out, and headed for the Myer Men’s Department, where I found Harry looking at the conservative clothing again. Myer was staying open till 7pm, so we had 2 hours to get something decent for Harry.
I dragged him into the young men’s section, and started to show him the Industry range of clothing, as well as some of the leatherwear. I finally got him to try on some tight faded jeans, a great looking pink and white T-Shirt and a leather jacket, motorcycle style. He looked fabulous, but he still took a bit of convincing. Next we tried on a Country Road loose Jacket, teamed with the T and jeans was sensational, and gave him a real with-it look, casual but smart. Next were shorts. Sportscraft had just the thing. Just below the knee, not too young looking, but stylish, in a great tobacco colour, teamed with their melon coloured short sleeve linen shirt. Good enough to eat. Ummm! Finally to the shoe department, and a pair of boating shoes, in a khaki colour, and a pair of stylish black boots for the jeans. In all we spent around $1200 on his new clothes. He constantly wanted me to try on clothes too, but I said I had more than enough, and it was his day to shop. Harry had thrown a towel in the car for me to sit on, as I was still in my work clothes, but we stopped at the local Pub at Raintrees before heading home. We had a beer and a counter tea. I had Barramundi and salad, and Harry had a mixed seafood and salad. We looked an odd pair sitting at the table eating, me in my work wear and boots, covered in grease and shit, Harry in sports pants and long sleeve shirt with open collar. I was beat when we finally got home, and after a shower, we settled down to TV and another beer. I was asleep within minutes of sitting down, my beer going to waste. Harry did his usual thing, and read while I collapsed into his lap. We were both naked, and I remember stirring occasionally to the smell of his crutch, and feeling safe.
Xmas morning was not much different from any other morning, except Harry wanted me to put a pair of shorts on, instead of me sitting down for breakfast in the nuddy. I grabbed my shorts, and then grabbed the present I had bought for him. I gave it to him, and he opened it up. It was the ‘Gays Guide To Australia and the World’, listing hotels owned and operated by gays, cruises and trips especially for gays, bars, clubs and bathhouses world wide. He laughed and said it was exactly what he wanted to help him assimilate into his new gay life. Then he asked me to go with him outside. We went down stairs to the car park area, then out to the street. There parked at the side of the road with a big pink ribbon over the roof, tied with a big bow, was a Toyota Hilux Ute. It was white, had a big black bull bar on the front, chrome side steps, and a black canopy on the back. It was a 2-door model, but with 4-wheel drive. After the initial shock, I turned and jumped into his arms. I was so happy, and saw immediately it was new, not second hand, but for Harry, it was exactly what he wanted to see me driving. I would have been happy with a wreck, but Harry proved again, he just loved to give to those whom he loved. We decided to go out to mum and dads in the new Ute, and after showering, playing in the shower, and finally drying off and dressing, we loaded up the Ute with the presents for both families. Harry had bought each one of my family a present, although I had said that one present between the 2 of us would have been ok. But Harry had always given the family presents ever since he had known them, and did not want to change now. As usual, I bought toys for the kids, a book for dad, Mitch and David, and a special book for Collin, ‘How to keep the marriage alive after the Honeymoon’, which he laughed at but really appreciated. Mum, of course always got the best present, and every year I would hunt around for just the right thing. This year was the year of the handbag. I was passing a handbag shop, when I saw this leather bag sitting near the back wall, but it just seamed to jump out at me. It was a mid tan colour, and similar to an outfit mum had recently bought. She loved it and ran upstairs to compare it to the outfit, and came running down beaming.
“It is perfect; I had been looking for a bag for ages. Thank you Jerry, I really love it.” Next it was Harry’s turn to dish out the pressies. The obligatory ties went to dad, Mitch, Dave and Collin, toys for the kids, and skin cream lotion sets for the girls. For mum, an exotic perfume, which I know cost a fortune, but Harry never batted an eyelid when the sales girl told him the price. Again mum was real happy’
“Oh I just love Christmas, and this year is the best yet.” I must admit, I had not seen mum this happy in a long time, not that she was not a happy person, but since last Saturday, she had changed. Collin quipped about Harry slumming in the Ute.
“The Porsche die on you Harry?” He said. “Never thought I would ever see you in a truck mate?” I stood up, and looking at Harry, invited everyone to come outside and look at what Harry had bought me for Xmas. They all thought it was in the truck, but when they found out it was the truck, they all showed great surprise.
“Jerry needed something he could call his own, and in keeping with his trade too. This was the perfect answer. Actually, I like it Collin, and being 4-wheel drive means we can use it to go bush occasionally.” Collin laughed his dirty laugh,
“If you 2 can get out of the sack long enough.” Everyone then joined Collin in laughing, and it broke the stunned silence from before. As we walked back inside, mum pulled me aside, and said sternly.
“Don’t take advantage of his good nature Jerry. You know he can’t help giving, it is in his nature.”
“No worries mum, actually he suggested transport, and I said I would like a cheap truck, and I would pay him back. It looks like I will be paying back a little more than I expected. Typical Harry, he always goes overboard, but I love him for that.” The meal and afternoon passed quickly and without incident, with all my brothers being really good with Harry. Even the girls started to warm to him again. But we were to head off to his parents next.
Harry’s parents lived at Clifton Beach, a beachside suburb about 25klm north of Cairns. They had lived there when it was just a weekend fishing village, and had a property one street back from the beach. It was just your average 3-bedroom bungalow, but being so close to the beach, and the suburb having developed so quickly, it was now worth a small fortune. They greeted us warmly. Harry’s parents were much older than mine, having had Harry much later in life. Harry’s father had been married before, and then met his mother. They had started to live together, before his fathers first wife had been killed in a car accident, and they finally married. They were Catholic, and his father could not have married his mother if his father’s first wife had still been alive. This was another problem Harry had been tearing himself apart over, his faith and his homosexuality. He knew his parents would be very up
set, and this was why he wanted to delay it for now. I had also bought them a present each, some special bath oil for his mother, along with an after shower body lotion in a twin pack. For his father, I found a pipe lighter; as Harry had told me he smoked a pipe. Harry just drew out an envelope, and gave it to them both as we sat at the table. His mother went white at first, and then you could see the colour come back and the excitement grow in her face. His father just sat there looking at the envelope. It was a return trip, all expenses paid to Paris, a guided tour around France and Italy, and a week in London. They would be flying Business class all the way.
“This is too much son, this is just too much. You can’t afford this? Don’t be such a fool and take it back and get a refund. I am happy with a tin of pipe tobacco.” He was serious, but Harry was determined.
“No dad, you and mum gave me the support to get where I am now. You are both in retirement, and it is time for you to enjoy it. So don’t argue with me. It will not cost you a dime. There is a credit card in there, and you can draw money out as well as pay for things by card. I don’t want a cent coming out of your pocket, do you hear me?” His father was lost for words. But his mother said it all.
“Son, I have never regretted any sacrifice we may have had to bring you into this world and give you your start in life. It was what we wanted and never would have changed one minute. But yes, I have always wanted to travel, and now with your help we will be able to have that honeymoon we never got. Thank you Harry, you have made your father and I very happy today.” After dinner, Harry went into the kitchen to help his mother, while I sat and talked to his father.
“Are you living with that boy Harry?”
“What do you mean mum,” Harry said casually.
“I mean sleeping with him Harry. Oh don’t get on your high horse; I have known about your leanings since you were a teenager, and so does your father. We have discussed it many times, but wanted you to bring it up when you were ready. Don’t be afraid to be who you are son. We love you as our son, not for what you are, and don’t worry about the church, you just worry about your own happiness.” Harry hugged her.
“Yes mum, we are living together, but only quite recently. I love him very much, and he loves me too. And before you ask, no he is not after my money, he is the genuine article, and I really think we have a great future together.” She tuned around and faced her son.
“I never thought Jerry was after your money Harry, I can see his love every time he looks at you. No, he will love you deeply. Look after him Harry, but don’t spoil him. He has an independent spirit. Let him keep and develop it. Anyway, he will be good for you, keep your feet on the ground. Did you say he was a tradesman?”
“Yes, he is an apprentice motor mechanic, and loves what he does.” A smile came over her face.
“Never saw you as the tradesman type Harry, always thought you would find a professional man to devote your life to. Just shows how wrong a mum can be sometimes.” They finished cleaning up and brought in the coffee and chocolate cake.
“Well Jerry, I hear you and Harry are living together. I think he has made a great choice of a life partner in you. Welcome to the family.” His father nearly chocked on the smoke from his pipe as he had just taken a mouthful into his mouth.
“Is this true Harry, you and this youngster?”
“Yes dad and I could not be happier.” His father rubbed his balding head, and looked at his wife.
“Well son, we suspected you were a homosexual, but always prayed you would find a great girl one day and give us grandchildren, but it is obvious this will never happen. Jerry, I hope you are good for my son. We love him beyond belief, and if you should so much as hurt him in any way, I will hunt you down. That said, welcome to the family.” He stood up and shook my hand. I was in total shock, as it was not supposed to happen today of all days. However, the mood brightened, and the rest of the evening was great. His mum played the piano, and had an old upright in the corner of the lounge. She started to play Christmas carols, and we all gathered around and sang them out loud, Harry in his toneless way. What a din we made, but we did not care, we were all one big happy family.
New Years
The days between Xmas and New Year were as busy as Xmas week. We were doing on average 16 vehicles a day, most with major services. Joe had not called me into the washroom in almost 3 weeks, but the day before New Years Eve, I heard the bellow, and went racing into the washroom. Joe was there, his shorts still around his waist, which never happened normally. However, sex was not the reason for the call.
“I just got a call from the leather men. They are having a New Years Eve party at Mareeba, and you are invited, no funny stuff, just a great New Years Eve party. You never been to a party till you have been to one of their’s. I told you they liked you Jerry.” I was not sure what to say, as we were going to go to Trix, Harry and I.
“Could Harry come with me Joe? I could not spend New Years Eve without him.” Joe was smiling.
“Of course you can lad. They know you are hitched now, and the invitation includes your partner. I’ll give you the details later. Dress gay and festive.” Not having been to one of their parties before, I did not know what ‘Gay and Festive’ meant.
“How do you dress ‘Gay and Festive’ Joe?”
“Leather, slave gear, tight jeans and a sluttish top, you know something to get the guys all riled up. Everyone has to dress the part he wants to play; you know, top or bottom. A top will be masculine, leather Master’s gear, masculine clothes; even your work wear would be in keeping with this party. As a top, you must always wear steel cap boots. A bottom will wear gear that shows off his attributes, tight jeans showing a good bulge, a top of mesh with his biceps bulging through, even drag if that is what turns him on. These guys like to know what side you bat for so they don’t waste time hitting on the wrong guy. Oh, forgot to say, you will get hit on, so will Harry, and swapping partners is all the go, so be prepared.” I assured him I would talk to Harry that night, and let him know first thing tomorrow.
“Don’t say anything to Stanley; otherwise we will have the whole clan up there for free drinks.” I laughed, and left the washroom.
Harry was all for the party, his first gay party. We decided he had the tight fitting jeans that showed his cock off well, but not a top. I thought about it for a while, then raced into my room, and grabbed the net top I had bought to go out with Paul that first night. I had not worn it since. Harry tried it on, and although I was a size smaller than Harry, he did not look as if he was busting out. On the contrary: He bulged in the right places, and the body showed off his pecks well. Yeah, he would play the bitch well the next night. Harry got serious for a moment.
“Jerry, are you going to swap partners?” I looked at his questioning eyes.
“Not if you don’t want me to Harry.” He was still looking seriously at me.
“No, it’s not that. I have only ever been with you, and Collin many years ago, and I would like to try some other guy one day, just to see what its like. Do you mind if we do swap tomorrow night? I think it might be fun.” Harry sure was trying to make up for lost time.
“Sure Harry, although not having that sweat ass hanging off my cock will not be the same.” He attacked me, tickling and kissing me all in one action, and before we knew it we were having sex on the floor, me still dressed in my work gear, and Harry still in his suit. Oh well, that’s what dry cleaners are for. It was glorious beautiful uninhibited sex. Instantaneous love for each other spilling out in a burst of emotions, something we found to increase as the months went by, as Harry became more confident in his sexuality.
I left work at around 4.30pm after completing my last task, a Ford Courier from the local plumbers. It looked years old having been well used, but was only 18 months old. I completed a minor service; engine and body wash and parked it up the rear of the compound ready for the owner to pick it up first day after New Years. After one quick beer with Joe and Stanley, I headed home to shower and
change. I had told Harry I was going to wear a clean set of work wear and polish my work boots for the night’s action. He had agreed. And he had them all ready ironed and waiting when I got out of the shower. Harry looked great in the jeans, body shirt and his new black boots. We jumped into the Porsche and headed up the mountain for the party. It was about an hour’s drive, and we would be sleeping over, normal practice at these parties I was told. The entrance to the property was nothing flash, just an old wooden double gate in a 4-strand barbed wire fence, but as we rounded a copse of gum trees, we faced a huge double story home, triple garage, numerous out buildings, and the most perfect gravel drive I had ever seen. Even Harry was impressed. Parked outside in the drive were over 30 cars from Rolls Royce to Porsche, Bentley’s to a vintage Plymouth. Not one car in the drive was valued at less than $200 grand.
“Well baby, you are in good company here,” Harry said to his car, as we drove slowly up the drive. As we came close to the house, a Valet approached us, and suggested we leave the car for him to park. He was a gorgeous looking hunk and obviously employed for his looks and to hell with his working ability. He smiled that impish smile when I got out of the Porsche; dressed in my work shorts, work shirt and boots. I could see his mind working on how he was going to get me to fuck him by nights end. He had no fear of missing out; my mind had already sussed him out and laid claim to his ass for at least part of the night.
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