I was friends with Mr. Harpers wife. She was a substitute teacher at my school and lived three houses down from me. I was sixteen when she died due to hitting her head in a fall. The whole street was full of cars after her funeral. The house was full of teachers from al over the school district. I cut through house and grabbed a sandwich off a table and slipped out the back door to her garden in the backyard. It was here I told the only person that knows I liked boys not girls. Ms. Harper seem to think that was normal for one out four boys. God picked me to be gay and I had to set a good example. No matter what my parents said about fags.
Mrs. Harper and I would have conversations over that back fence. I was standing in her spot, and smelling the flowers when Mr. Harper came out.
Hello Jimmy, it's good to see you. You could tell he had been crying and he bit he lips when he tried to smile. He sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a Saint Christopher on a neckless and say's my wife asked me to give you this. He will keep you safe in your travels.
Thanks Mr. Harper, If you ever need anything, any help at all just ask. I am sorry for your loss.
Our loss Jimmy, she loved you too. Mr. Harper walks over and gives me a hug I will remember for the rest of my life. This is what love feels like. Being safe, and taken care of feels like. I was sixteen and gay. Silly me I started getting an erection. Mr. Harper notices.
Kisses my fore head. Tells me to exit out the side gate, or make that go away before going back in the house. That was truly our first conversation and the last we would have over all most two years.
Weird after her death Mr. Harper started cleaning house and I started going through his trash. It was about a month after she died and I found a box with about fifty gay porno magazines. I didn't understand why he would have them in the first place, now that she is gone why get rid of them? For a gay boy the was a treasure trove of inspiration, and education. That was easier to hide than what I look at on the internet.
At the age of seventeen the whole block finds out I am gay. When my mother finds that box of gay porn and then shows it to my father. Up until now being gay was just a rumor, and now my parents had proof. They called the police wanting me to divulge where I got them from. I say someone's trash a long time ago I don't remember whose trash. I remember Mr. Harper talking to his next door neighbor about why the cops were at my house. I think that's the first time that everyone on the block realized I was going through their trash and I think everyone panicked.
Needless to say I avoid trash cans in the alley these days. The police keep showing up at my house but I am the one calling them. My father dinks because I his only son is gay, almost eighteen and attempting to move out and go to college, without my parents support. My father belongs to a Union, and hate people with college degrees. He just doesn't think I should have that opportunity and would love to mess my life up. Gay guys can't win, even if it is your kid. It was the end of the year and I had one semester left and my dad was running out of time to stop me going to college.
Then I screw things up myself at school. I get caught giving Robert Patterson a blow job in the boys bathroom. His is a jock claiming I forced myself on him while he was taking a pee and twice my size. His father wants me suspended, or expelled. The school is saying we were both guilty and the punishment should be the same. We both get sent home for the day.
I go stare at the flowers in Mrs. Harper garden freaking it has been two years. The weeds have taken over. I hop the fence knowing Mr. Harper is at work I start pulling weeds and try my best to come up with a solution for school. Two hours later I have two trash cans full and a totally different garden to look at. I didn't know I knew how to do that, but I had learned from watching her. I head home to find out the school had called my father to tell him at work. They want him at the school in the morning to discuss the punishment.
Needless to stay my dad stops at a bar and gets drunk before coming home. It was 8 PM and dark out. He missed the driveway takes out the neighbors mail box and his truck is parked in the front yard and on the grass. I am booking towards the back door as my dad is headed through the front door. My born again Christian mother is blocking my exit. My dad grabs the biggest butcher knife we have off the counter. Then my mother freaks out and actually stood in front of me. Allowing me to exit, and the the police pull up to the front yard and my dad stabs himself in the leg. Pulls the knife and wipes off his prints and throws it at the back door as I was leaving.
I ran towards the Harpers back yard and over the fence just to find Mr. Harper sitting in his backyard in a pair of boxer shorts.
Harper - I saw the cop cars and though you might show up here. So when do you have time to weed my wife's garden.
Me - I got sent home early from school for blowing another kid in the bathroom. My dad and I have to be their in the morning to hear the punishment. He just stabbed himself n the leg and is going to blame it on me.
Harper - We better get you inside before the cops come find you.
Me - Really? Sweet.
Harper - You should plan on spending the night you can crash on the couch or there is a guest room upstairs. Don't you graduate this year? What happens next?
Me - Providing I don't go to jail for stabbing my father. I move into the dorms the day they open for fall semester at UNLV. it can't happen soon enough.
Harper - Tell me again how your dad stabbed himself.
Me - He grabbed the butcher knife. So, when my mother stepped in front of me to protect me. He stabbed himself and yelled you did this. He pulled it out with a towel around the handle and wiped his prints off.
Stay here and do not answer the door.
Twenty minutes later...
Harper - The cops have the real story and your mother confirmed it. They are taking your father to the hospital to get his leg treated and you are safe to go home if you want.
Me - What do you mean if I want?
Harper - Or you could still say here and I will get you to school in the morning. I have a few ideas on how to make your problem at school go away.
Me - Can I ask you a few questions?
Harper - Sure anything...
Me - Why did you throw away a box of gay porn after your wife died?
Harper - I had the internet and no one looking at my search history after my wife died. I had those locked in a drawer in my office. My wife and I stopped having sex, I just switched to having random sex with men behind her back.
Me - So, you do gay stuff?
Harper - Yes Jimmy. I do gay stuff. Any chance you want to have some fun with me?
I was naked in like twenty seconds and getting harder by the second. He just smiled said damn your hot kid. Upstairs master bedroom. In the three short years I have been gay, I have spent them pleasing other people. This was the first time someone was doing gay stuff to me.
I was freaking no one had ever chewed on my neck before. There were dozens of first times like that, and this was me being, feeling, and loving gay stuff. I finally made love for the first time with a sixty-two-year old man. His first time with an eighteen-year-old virgin. On the way to school the next morning he suggested I skip the dorms and just start living with him starting after school. I said Damn that would be cool, I will plan on it.
I tell the principal thanks to their phone call to my father he tried to kill me last night.
I suggest since it is both our first offence and to avoid outing anyone that may or may not be in the closet they let us both off with a warning. If we get caught having sex again at school we get a five day suspension. I threaten to tell the whole school we both got suspended for gay stuff. A football player it could ruin the poor kids life.
They let us both off with a warning, and Robert and his dad don't hate me after all. But he did ask me to stay away from his son.
I was loving life I had this old daddy guy that wanted to make me happy. I was all most eighteen and it was all about me. So, when I gave the office my new address and the punched it the computer it matched Mrs. Harpers old address. I'm not sure if some one called to verify things. But right after lunch I get a pass from my counselor to go to his office. Where he presents me with a brand new cell phone dropped off by Mr. Harper. with a text ... Look for my car after school where I dropped you off. If you have other plans call or text me.
Wow, I said ... my counselor asked What is going on?
Me - Yesterday the school called my dad and told him I did gay stuff, He got off work and got drunk, and came home and tried to kill me, he's in jail for attempted murder. Mr. Harper knows me as one of his wife's students. We have been friends for years, and he said I could stay at his house, last night after my dad try to kill me and until I can move into the dorms. Then got me a phone to make it easier to communicate. Weird, my real dad hates me and I never really had a grandpa before.
Counselor - But no gay stuff right?
Me - Dude don't be gross. Beside he is still very much a straight guy in love with his dead wife and thinks helping me would make her very happy. I'm sure he is right about that, she was my best friend and now he is.
Counselor - You're a lucky young man Jimmy. Have you ever had a cell phone before?
Me - Nope. But like I said I never had a grandpa before either.
Harper was right there after school, and he drove us out to the desert and let me try driving his car. It took about twenty minutes to get use to the breaks. He pick up a book and thinks I should study to take the test. Out in the middle of desert I pull the car over an park. I climb out from behind the wheel and over to sit on his lap on the passenger side. Harper was beaming.
Me - Why didn't you and your wife have kids?
Harper - My wife never wanted children, she had hundreds of them over the years as a teacher. The fact is she loved her students and hated their parents. You dad was on top of the list. Because her standards for parenting was so high, she herself decided she was not qualified to be anyone mother. But she could be their teacher.
Me - Why are you doing this for me?
Harper - I always wanted to be a dad, teach my kid to throw a ball, so I volunteered to do all that stuff. A lot of the times at the school where she worked at. Jimmy I think my wife brought us together to help each other. You are my chance to play dad, and you get a chance to a more of a real one. The gay stuff because we love each other and want to make each other happy. I know I am old and you can fool around with who ever you want. You will always have a home to come back to and a friend to talk to.
Me - You are every gay boys dream Harper, and I just can't believe I am the lucky gay boy.
The two start striping their clothes off right there in the middle of the desert.
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