Charlie Meets Gary For The First Time

Part One

I was sitting hopelessly on the pavement, slumped over my knees and staring into space, full of anger and hatred towards my dad. I never really wanted to tell him, I knew he wouldn’t want to hear it, but who else was I going to tell? From the moment I told him, he’d become angry and his homophobia was made clear; he told me that he didn’t want a gay son, told me to get out and not come back until I changed.

It took me twenty minutes to pack my gym bag full of all my clothes; I couldn’t gather anything else together, by that point dad was practically throwing me out the door, shouting insults at me as he did. I couldn’t believe how cold and hard he was being; just yesterday, we’d been fishing together as father and son, and now, it was like he was a different person; he never would have treated me this way if mum was still alive, she wouldn’t have let him.

I’d started walking, wanting to get as far away from dad as possible; it was cold, dark and getting later with each minuet that went by; why couldn’t dad have waited until morning to kick me out? As I’d walked aimlessly through the streets, it dawned on me that I had nowhere to go; I had no other living relatives, and the few friends I’d made since moving to London were all away at University.

It seemed like I’d been walking for hours, I was cold, tired, hungry and scared. I had nowhere to go and just over £20 in my wallet, so couldn’t afford much to eat and finding a hotel was out of the question. My only option was to find a comfortable spot, and that’s how I came to be sitting on the pavement, nestled between two bins, trying to get comfortable to spend the night.

My watch told me that it was exactly half past eleven, so I decided to try and get some sleep and then think about what to do in the morning; it was difficult trying to get comfortable and I knew there and then that I wouldn’t sleep that night, but I kept my head between resting on my knees anyway. One or two people passed me and didn’t even notice me, or if they did, they didn’t say anything anyway.

A few more long minuets went by, and then I heard the sound of a car coming down the street, it was getting louder and louder, and I expected it to continue past me, but to my surprise, it came to a stop directly next to me. I didn’t look up at all, as the car’s engine was still running; I just stared down at the ground between my knees hoping with all my heart that it wasn’t the police.

Had my dad had second thoughts and sent them out to find me? I couldn’t face going back to him after what he had done, I wouldn’t go with them, I’d run for it; I’d rather brave it on the street than go back home. I was just wondering if I really had the energy to run, when suddenly a deep voice spoke, making me jump, I looked up.

“Are you alright geezer? What’s a young lad like you doing out here at this time of night?” A red Ford Mondeo was pulled up next to me, I couldn’t see the driver very well because it was quite dark now, and the nearest street lamp was at the other end of the street. My heart was beating fast, so it wasn’t the police, but who was this guy and what did he want?

Nobody so far who had passed me stopped and asked me if I was okay despite me really wanting them to, and now that someone had, I felt a great sense of apprehension, I tried to speak but this stranger beat me to it. “You’re not running away from home are you?” the man asked gruffly; the sound of the engine died down and I heard him tapping on the steering wheel. “No, I’m not running away, my dad kicked me out because I told him I was gay.

I’m tired and I don’t have anywhere to go” I mumbled quietly, staring at the car door. The man grunted and spoke to me again after a long pause. “So, you’re gay and your dad kicked you out? Are you sure you don’t have anywhere to go...I uh...could drop you off somewhere if you wanted” We talked for about another minuet and I told him that I was sure I had nowhere else to go, he seemed pretty understanding, but I was still nervous about talking to him; this guy was genuinely interested in me, said he sympathized with my situation.

Our conversation died down after that, and he just sat there quietly, making me feel uneasy; I thought about standing up and walking away, more than anything else this guy was creeping me out, I knew he was staring at me, and I could hear him breathing heavily, and then a moment later, he spoke to me again, sounding hopeful and enthusiastic. “Look, I know this might seem weird to you...you don’t know me but...why don’t you come and stay with me tonight?”

He paused, waiting for me to reply, but I just kept quiet and he started again. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to... but I have a spare bedroom and you can have a shower too if you like, and a hot meal...” I thought about it carefully, I’d been brought up not to talk to strangers, let alone take up an offer of s bed for the night, he did seem nice, but I still wasn’t sure, I hadn’t even seen his face yet. “I’m not sure....” I mumbled shyly; he started the engine again and glanced at me one last time.

“Hey it was just an offer mate; I won’t charge you for it you know. It’s better than a night on the street....this is your last chance, you coming or not?” I knew that he was right, staying at his place would be better than sleeping on the street, I had nowhere else to go and he seemed so nice. I decided to go against my better judgment. “Well, okay then....um....thanks” I stood up, stretching and grabbed my gym bag. The guy opened the passenger side door “Don’t mention it...pass us your bag here then you can get in too” I handed him my gym bag and he threw it onto the back seat of the car and then gestured for me to get into the car too.

As I collapsed back into the seat, and slammed the door, I found relief in the warmth of the car compared to the harsh cold outside; I felt a little numb after sitting on the hard floor for so long; I turned to look at him for the first time now that we were up close and personal, it was a relief to be able to see his face at last.

He had icy blue eyes beneath thick busy eyebrows; his eyes were stern critical as they looked me over, he seemed very dominating. Slightly receding brown hair grew into huge sideburns that looked quite like mutton chops on the side of his face; he also had thick stubble across his face that, given much longer could have grown into a beard. I would have guessed his age at around 35, he was quite handsome in a scruffy, rugged sort of way, and I gawped at him much longer that I meant to. All he did was smile slightly and stare straight back at me for a few moments before he started driving.

We pulled out of the darkly lit side street and came onto a main road, which I knew headed out in the direction of the countryside. The silence that followed was very tense and although we didn’t speak for some time, we kept stealing glances at each other; he seemed to be watching carefully and eventually I felt totally calm and relaxed; that was when the talking started again.

“So, the name’s Gary mate, and you don’t need to be worried about me, I’m not some funny git or anything like that. I can sort of understand what you are going through, my dad was a bit of a bastard as well...anyway, what’s your name mate?” he asked his eyes on the road. “I’m Charlie....listen Gary, thanks for doing this for me, it’s more than generous of you I...” I began, but Gary held up a hand to stop me, and patted me on the back.

“You don’t have to thank me, you seem like an alright lad and I’m just doing something nice for a change. So, you’re really gay then? How old are you mate?” Gary said, glancing at me with a very curious expression “Yeah, I’m really gay, why you don’t mind do you?” I demanded viciously; Gary just watched me, frowning, and looked agitated. “No I don’t mind, listen I’m not some bloody homophobic twat you know, so why don’t you calm the fuck down?”

I instantly felt guilty, I was still pumped full of anger towards my dad and had taken it out on him; I looked at him apologetically and he obviously understood how I was feeling because he softly asked “So have you done anything with a lad yet then Charlie...anything at all?” Shyly, I shook my head and felt my face become hot as I turned red. “Oh....right, I see...” Gary said roughly, grinning widely.

“I don’t know if you guessed by now mate, but I’m gay too, so you’re in good company aren’t you?” I turned to look at Gary carefully, surely he was joking? I think that I might have always known that Gary was gay too; no straight man would have taken such an interest in me, but part of me still thought that he might be joking. “Sure you are” I muttered and stared out of the window for a long time.

It was nearly one o clock in the morning, and we had been driving for what seemed like hours, but it had in fact been only two; the city landscape had turned into countryside now, it was really dark and the only real light was the illuminating light from the dashboard, as I glanced over to Gary, he was watching me closely again.

As I yawned, he said “We’re in Essex, don’t worry my place is just off the next turning” I felt totally wiped out, this had seemed like the longest night ever, drowsily, I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes; a few moments later, I opened my eyes again; Gary was tapping me on the shoulder. “Still don’t think I’m gay mate, take a look at this...” he growled, with a menacing grin on his handsome face.

I curiously glanced down, as Gary switched on the overhead light, and then I gawped open mouthed at the sight before me. He was sitting with his jeans halfway down his hairy thighs, a tight jockstrap could barely contain his budge, and the tip of his semi-hard cock was poking out of the side, the head half concealed by his foreskin.

The sight was making my mouth water and I felt my own cock twitch slightly; this was the first time I had ever seen another man’s cock in the flesh; I starting feeling urges I’d never really felt before, I wanted to touch it, sniff it, suck it....the sight was captivating to me. “You like it don’t you? I thought you would, so what do you make of it then?” Gary asked causally, making me jump; I had half forgotten whose cock I had been gawping at.

Slowly, with a slightly sweaty and trembling hand, I reached out towards Gary’s cock, my hand inched closer and closer, I was almost there, in a few seconds his warm cock would be within my hand and hopefully my mouth too, it did look so tasty! Gary suddenly slapped my hand away, causing me to flinch.

“If you want it boy, you’ll earn it or wait until it’s given to you, you understand? I think you made the right choice by getting into this car, I can look after you, you know. You could live with me for a while and I could teach you a thing or two and I know we would both have fun....what do you say?” Gary grunted, gripping my arm gently and moving closer to me.

I yawned widely and nodded, “Mmmm, yeah okay, thanks” I grumbled, feeling myself dropping off to sleep. That is all I remember from that night, since I fell asleep. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for over the next few days, but they were some of the wildest of my life so far, and I am still in contact with Gary. This is a true story and the first part of one young gay guy’s discovery of just how great life as a gay man can be!

To Be Continued....