In the middle of the night, I woke up to Jacob tapping me on the
shoulder.
"What's the matter?" I asked groggily.
"Harry's pretty upset about what he heard his father saying earlier. He
could really use you right now I think," Jacob said, looking worried.
Evan had woken up too. He said, "why don't you go get him and have him
come sleep with John and Andy. He could probably use both of them. I'll
sleep with you if that's alright."
"OK," Jacob said, and he disappeared out the door.
A minute later, he returned with Harry, who was trembling and rubbing
tears from his eyes. I pulled the covers up and Evan crawled over me and
out of the bed. I noticed Jacob's eyes move down Evan's naked body and
stop when he saw his 7-1/2" hardon. Jacob smiled lustily. Evan flashed
him a quick grin and winked at him. Then, he gave Harry a hug, grabbed
his jeans off the floor, and followed Jacob back to the den.
"C'mon, crawl in between us," I said to Harry.
Harry had his boxers on. Apparently he'd pulled them on to walk through
the hallway in case Grandma had gotten up. I smiled when he pulled them
off and dropped them on the floor, before crawling over me, and settling
between Andy and I. I pulled the covers up over us. As usual, Andy
slept on obliviously. Harry turned on his side facing me and snuggled
into the crook of my arm, which I wrapped around him. He laid his head
on my chest, and gave way to his tears, as I held him and stroked his
back. Eventually he calmed down, and we talked a while about what his
father had said about how he'd feel if one of his kids turned out to be
gay. At one point, Harry wept again. He couldn't believe his father
would turn his back on him if he found out he was gay. I told Harry that
quite possibly he'd change his mind, when and if he ever found out that
Harry was gay. We talked a little more. In the end Harry seemed
resigned to the fact that it wasn't going to be easy for him to deal with
his father, when he eventually did come out of the closet. He understood
though that we'd always be there for him, so he wouldn't be alone.
Finally, he said he was tired of thinking about it, and didn't want to
talk about it anymore.
* * *
We laid together quietly for a couple minutes. After a while I became
aware that Harry had developed a hardon, and it was pressing against my
thigh.
I gave him a squeeze and said, "I'm glad all this hasn't made you lose
interest in sex!"
