Wes & tom's big date -- the uncensored leather version

A gorgeous, classic 1963 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud convertible touring car

Wes & tom's Big Date -- the uncensored leather version

(As written in Wes' journal)
The grey text is the vanilla version as seen on our vanilla site.
The white text adds back in the leather version.

I was very excited for weeks. November 20 I'd asked my boy, tom, to be my date to my company's Christmas party on December 6, 1991. [I worked for the 2nd largest company in Houston.] I spent much of my free time during the following two and a half weeks getting ready for his visit. I knew that he was holding back: Previous men he had gone out with had mistreated him. I was going to leave no room for doubt that I love him deeply -- he could trust me absolutely and I would never violate that trust. It would be a weekend we would never forget.
I started making plans and getting things to help him realize that this is our Houston home and that he is always welcome. I went to Stor and got a "Feather" halogen lamp, just like mine, for his side of the bed. When I was assembling the lamp I saw a couple blemishes. That was unacceptable. Not worthy of my precious boy. I took it back to exchange it, mixing and matching from two other boxes to find a combination of parts to make a perfect lamp for my boy.
Over dinner with my friend Johnny Mooney, I told him how tom's visit was extremely important to me and that I wanted to bring tom to the party in a limousine. As soon as I mentioned it, I knew he was the perfect person from whom to get a reference: He does floral design for some of the wealthiest people in town and knows almost everything about the best things available in town. He suggested I use not just a limousine, but a "classic." He made some calls and got me the contact the next day: A place in town with vintage Rolls Royces. I went out immediately -- to ensure I got in my reservation early -- to select the best one. There were two that were just gorgeous. I decided to have one of them pick us up to go to the party, and the other pick us up from the party. The second car would drive us around town so I could show off my boy. I filled out the itinerary forms.
As a general financial strategy, I'd decided to charge all the things I could to my American Express Optima card -- my Mastercard was full -- during December and January while my salary took a 40% drop until my private disability policy kicked in. [I'd just gone on disability October 8.] I'd pay cash for just what I had to. I moved all my savings to my checking account to cover the cash shortfall for things I couldn't charge. I encountered my first dilemma: The traditional limousine companies took Visa/Mastercard and American Express. Jordan Limousines, with the Rolls Royces, only took Visa/Mastercard. I was downfallen until I remembered that I'd moved my savings to checking and had enough to pay cash; and if it came down to it I could get a cash advance from American Express at a higher interest rate and use that to cover my bills. I wrote out the check and drove it to Jordan Limousines with the itinerary forms.
My friend Ric, who works at Enron, and I had been playing phone tag for several days. Finally I decided to leave a detailed message on his PhoneMail. Most of it was about how I was in love with a man named tom and that I would be bringing him to the Christmas party -- in a white, 1963 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud convertible touring car. I also mentioned that out of 500 or so guests, we'd likely be the only same-sex couple. And that we'd be in our matching black tuxedos.
Ric called me later that night. I asked if he'd gotten the message I left him. He said "No, but Eileen did!" Eileen is his bumbling secretary who tries very hard. I was shocked for a moment, and then I bust out with a loud laugh. Ric continued "She took very detailed notes. You should have seen her relaying the message to me. It was a moment. I had to call you because I knew you'd enjoy it as much as I did." He was right. I imagined Eileen's day being rearranged as she went through each of Ric's many messages and came upon mine, and could see her replaying it several times earnestly trying to accurately take down the message for Ric.
tom and I would need pictures to capture the evening. I asked Louis if he would arrive shortly before the Rolls and take pictures for us.
Johnny had also suggested that I "have tom's chart done." I got his birthplace and time from tom -- I already knew the day and year -- and went to Aquarian Age Bookshelf to have his natal chart done.
I also wanted to get special things to use on tom during our time together. I asked Boots where I could get an ultraviolet wand. He gave me a page with contact information for a company in Oregon. When I called, they said they would only deal with licensed beauticians -- not the general public. That tipped me off that I would have to play it real cool. I used the Yellow Pages and called beauty supply houses around town. I used exact terminology to avoid raising unnecessary doubts: "Do you have 'master high frequency units' in stock?" Funny, their first question was "are you a licensed beautician?" I was ready: "It's for personal use only." They were hesitant, but I'd given just the right response. I got dressed in my most preppy and clean-cut outfit possible and went to the store to pay for the order. They assured me it would be in within two weeks -- it was coming from California -- which would be just in time for tom's visit. I wasn't willing to take the chance of missing it by a day: I asked about, and paid extra for, UPS shipping.
I purchased black sheets for our bed to symbolize my love for tom in our leather relationship. I got a toothbrush for him and placed it next to mine in the holder. Together, where they belonged.
I also wanted to set a bedside table on tom's side, but it wouldn't fit with the furniture where it was. My friends James and Don would be staying with me during Round Up over Thanksgiving, however, and they'd be the perfect help I needed: Big boys to move big furniture. With some effort, they helped me move the armoire, bookcase and toy chest. (They couldn't lift the toy chest until I unloaded it! I had them sit back on the bed and gave them a Leather 101 lesson as I pulled each item out.) Putting the thinner bookcase where the thicker armoire had been gave me just the right amount of room for tom's nightstand and bedside lamp. Moving the toy chest also gave me better access to tom's legs... I picked up the nightstand to move it -- and the drawer came crashing on my foot. Didn't hurt much, but the drawer's facing popped off when the drawer bounced off my foot and hit the floor. I went to Southland Hardware and got the necessary sandpaper and carpenter's glue to make it good as new, then stocked it for tom with his own ashtray, Kleenex and Proventil.
Don, James and I went to Leather by Boots Friday and I had some stitching imperfections finished on the training collar and ball gag -- and ordered a custom sling.
That evening, Don, James and I went to a speaker meeting and the Round Up show. When they gave out chips at the end of the meeting, I strutted up in my boots and got my 6 month chip.
When we got back, Frank and Jeff were inside my house -- which felt like a violation of my space -- and asked "What do you do with that?", referring to the loaner sling I'd taken for measurements. I told them exactly what it's used for. They left.
Saturday, James left to tend his crawfish ponds since his parents told him it was raining in Louisiana. Don would leave the next day to sing with the Turtle Creek Chorale, so I asked him to help me hang the sling while he was still there.
I went into the attic and called down the locations of studs from the light fixture and A/C vent, and the distance measurements, to Don so that I'd hit the beams when I drilled the holes for the bolts. Back down in the bedroom, we measured the ceiling and I got on the bed to drill. The drill zipped through the plaster and then stopped. I adjusted my stance and pushed. And pushed. And pushed. No doubt about it, I'd hit wood. Old, hard wood. It was a bitch. The bit went in about a 1/4" a minute with some heavy prodding. A sheen formed on my chest as the plaster and shavings fell. I stopped and caught my breath. Jeff came over to watch. I gave him the camera to catch it on film for my boy. The first hole was drilled! Don handed me the first bolt, the threads greased with Vaseline to help them through the wood, and I began twisting them in. Again, through the plaster with no problem. Barely into the wood, the bolt stopped. Don handed me my largest screwdriver and I used it as a lever and continued. The wood was so hard it squeeked with each turn I forced. After a few more minutes, the first bolt was in.
After considerable effort, all four holes were drilled and all four bolts securely lodged in the beams. Don and I hurriedly cleaned ourselves up and went to the Round Up banquet, leaving behind the dust-covered room.
At the Round Up banquet, I wished tom were with me. I wanted to put my arm around him. I thought warm thoughts. Afterward, Don changed clothes and went out to sleaze. I cleaned up the plaster from the drilling earlier, then went out to the Ripcord -- where of course I ran into Don -- to meet my friend John, in town from Dallas. He wanted to mess around. Though I'd told tom when he was here last that I didn't expect him to be monogamous - - living 250 miles away -- I felt things had changed in the time since he left. I told John I was going to wait until I cleared things up with my boy. He understood. We went out and grabbed a bite to eat.
On Sunday, Don and Jeff helped hold the chains while I sized and marked them so that my boy's butt would be right at crotch, or fist, level.
I also wanted to look good for my boy. I went and got a pair of black 501s, black engineer boots, some more black "Ripcord" and "Leather by Boots" T-shirts, and a new tuxedo shirt, links & studs. I also began real bodybuilding. My friend Jim Hopkins assumed the role of my personal trainer as a favor.
The week before he arrived, I sent three postcards. The first was a picture of Houston during Jean-Michel Jarre's Rendezvous Houston concert, which we'd watched on video. On the other side I wrote "More fireworks during the next rendezvous Houston... Looking forward to your visit, son. Dad." In addition to implying we were going to have a wonderful time, the fireworks referred to the ultraviolet wand. tom would understand that later. The second was a baby's hand gripping a man's finger. On the flip side I wrote "Thinking warm thoughts. My arms are around you as you sleep tonight. I love you, Son. Dad."." At the bottom I added "Mmm mmm mmm!" which is how I feel when I talk to him. The third was a postcard with a leatherman with crossed arms on it. On the back I wrote "Preparations are nearly complete. Looking forward to your visit, Son. Dad."."
Thursday the fifth was the last day before tom arrived. I'd started bleaching my teeth two days prior so that they'd be pearly white for my boy. That day, I had the wall next to the bed mirrored. DecoGlass was insistent that they needed at least 9 feet of floor space next to the wall to lay down the sheets of mirror or the mirrors would snap. So, I disassembled the four- post pedestal bed. But they didn't arrive when they were supposed to. I was going to have none of this -- I had carpet cleaners scheduled for noon. I was very clear that if they didn't arrive soon they could keep the custom cut sheets. I also called the carpet people and rescheduled them for later in the day. I called the stereo repair place where my amplifier was to be ready that day: When they put the new part in, however, they realized another part was also needed. That meant I couldn't temporarily set up the stereo in the bedroom as I had planned. Oh well, the good jam box would do ok. I was disappointed nonetheless -- I'd wanted to give tom a total sensory experience, complete with planned music. I kept hounding the mirror people before they arrived and when they went back by the store to make some more cuts. They had just finished and pulled out of the driveway when the carpet people arrived. When they were done I cleared boxes out of the attic -- since trash day was in the morning -- and cleaned out the rain gutters near the door. Then I washed the car and took a shower. I was grimy.
During our evening visit I told tom not to cum until he arrived. Later, Jeff came over to return a CD I thought I might want for the weekend. We talked about tom's visit. I was so excited!
On Friday the last things were done: I had the lawn mowed and got money for the weekend. After two and a half weeks of preparations, and pushing myself the whole time because I realized I would just barely make it even with a lot of effort, it had all come together just hours before he arrived. I worked out with Jim, we ate lunch, and I took a much-needed nap. I rested well that hour, knowing everything was ready.
After my nap, I dressed in my black 501s with my leather belt, a black T-shirt and my engineer boots. Then I headed to the airport to pick tom up. (I had so much adrenaline going I had to take several puffs of Proventil to ease my breathing!) On the way there I stopped and picked up a dozen red roses, choosing the best ones they had, and had the man put baby's breath around them.
I made quite an impression at the airport: A leatherman carrying a dozen red roses for whomever he was picking up. tom's flight was a little late, so I sat in the tiny smoking section and read the paper. There in an inside page near the front was what I needed to make the weekend perfect: A surround sound stereo, on sale. I would buy it and set it up around the bed. I ripped the ad out and stuck it in my pocket.
tom's plane arrived after a while and I placed myself close to where he would come out. I scanned all the people coming up the ramp and didn't notice him. I also realized I couldn't hold my camera and hug him at the same time, so I had the man next to me hold the flowers while I strapped the camera onto my belt loop. It was a little awkward when his lady visitor arrived and he handed the flowers back to me instead of to her! With the flowers back in my arms, I re-scanned the crowd. Coming toward me was tom. I momentarily didn't recognize my fuzzy boy -- with the beard I'd asked him to grow. Oh it felt so good to see him!!! I gave him the flowers and wrapped my arms around him! We hugged for a couple minutes, holding each other tightly. Mmmmm! It had been weeks, and our love had grown during that time. Ah!!!
It was a special moment.
After getting tom's bag, we headed to the car. On our way home, I put in the music I'd chosen -- from my 1,600 records -- to reflect how I felt:
The first song was Georgio Moroder's I Wanna Rock You (from his 1979 E=MC² album):

If you were not afraid of flying we could leave the ground
If you were not afraid of trying out the love we've found
We could be heaven
Baby we could party down

If you weren't afraid
To let it flow
If you weren't afraid
To let it show

If you were not afraid of opening your heart to me
If you were not afraid I'd show you what you've never seen
We could experience a pleasure trip
(Oh, my son)

If you weren't afraid to come along
If you weren't afraid to get it on

[I wanted tom to know that I was going to love him like he's never been loved before -- if only he could let down his walls and let me.]

The second song was Georgio Moroder's Baby Blue (also from E=MC²):
Holding you so tightly
In my dreams
I see your eyes
I feel your lips
That weave the magic that you can spin

Endless hours
Tantalized
I spend them waiting for the time
When suddenly you'll be back home again
Baby blue

Without you to light my way
I hang suspended day to day
You're the (boy) that shines so bright
And fills my life with loving light
I'll never let you go away again
Baby blue

Leave it all behind you now
I'm waiting here for you
Baby blue

[Here I am. I love you, tom.]

The third song was Alphaville's Universal Daddy:
If you want to live the legend
I'll be just a step away
(Not far away)

Come on live with my direction
Leave the dolls' house at the breaking of the day

Get this message in your heartbeat
There's a man that you can trust

You've been searching for adventure
Follow me
Let's take the golden bus

There's a Universal Daddy
For everyone
From Universal Kingdom
Number One
He sends his Universal Angels
Through the air
To Universal Dreamers
Everywhere
Throwing kisses

Any girl from any nation
Any boy can drive my car
I'll survive with mixed sensation
It'll happen if you wish upon a star
Throwing stones against your window
Don't pretend you're not at home
You can meet me if you want to
But I'd like to meet you all alone

There's a Universal Daddy
For everyone
From Universal Kingdom
Number One
He sends his Universal Angels
Through the air
To Universal Dreamers
Everywhere

[I'm here for you, son.]

The song finished playing just as we arrived at Leather by Boots. I quickly whispered my reminder to everyone inside that the limo was a surprise and then introduced tom to Shirley, who'd made our sling, and Tommy. I showed them the picture of our bedroom, out of tom's sight. I'd told him what it was, but the actual view was to be a surprise.
Shirley had used special 1 1/2" copper rivets to make our sling especially sturdy. And used the middle of the hide, where it is strongest. The long rivets are intensely difficult to join together as they are done by hand. Shirley had told me her boobs were going to hurt, but she'd do it for me. She laughed while we were there and told us the other guys probably got tired of her saying "Damn you, Wes!" each time she squeezed her arms and chest to force in another rivet.
Back at the Houston Home, I parked next to the apartments next door to leave the driveway free for the Rolls, explaining that I'd just had the yard cut and didn't want grass blowing on the car.
Inside, tom gave me some wonderful CoasterStones that coordinated with my stone-like furniture. I took him to our bedroom and I think he was impressed. We laid down and just enjoyed each other for about an hour, then started getting ready. I'd told tom that my friend Louis would be coming by to take pictures of us getting ready. Sure enough, Louis arrived as we were getting out of the shower. I made introductions and we went about getting ready. Louis took a few pictures as we progressed.
About 20 minutes later, tom was ironing his shirt and I was putting mine on when Louis and I both heard a low rumble in the driveway. We looked at each other, knowing that the Rolls had arrived. tom and I continued dressing. The driver waited about 15 minutes, then knocked on the door. I was doing something and nonchalently called out, "Will you get that, tom?"
He went to the door and there stood our uniformed chauffer, Ken, who simply stated "Your car is ready, Sir." (He must not have known that I am the Sir and tom is the boy, a forgivable offense.) tom was kind of dumbfounded and closed the door and looked at me, incredulous. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention we have a car" I smiled. I was tickled pink! I didn't realize it then, but he still hadn't seen the car itself.
It took us a few more minutes, then we were ready. tom gave me his gold diamond ring to wear. It was lovely, and very special to me since it was tom's. Louis was outside with his camera on a tripod. We came out and there was our car: A 1963 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud convertible touring car with red leather interior, our driver standing at attention at the side in his gray uniform and driver's cap. tom's eyes just lit up! he just stood there, shocked -- and pleasantly overwhelmed. I led him closer and pointed out the license plates I'd ordered for the front of the car: "WES & TOM." I could feel the emotions sweeping over tom: He was really getting how much I love him. I was thrilled!
Louis took pictures of us around and inside the car. (tom especially liked the license holder in back, which said "Life is too short to drive a Mercedes.") I'd instructed Ken to take us downtown via Shepherd. Waiting to turn from Branard, a lady in a black truck turned onto our street, hanging her head out the window. "You almost made me have a wreck! You're car is so gorgeous I had to stop and take a look." She said we looked great, wished us well, and headed on her way.
We cuddled close for warmth when Ken turned the car from Shepherd onto Allen Parkway. The night was windless with brisk air and a clear, dark sky. It was truly grand to have tom nestled by my side, in our matching tuxedos, sitting in the back of a Rolls Royce touring car on a beautiful night, while our chauffer drove us down Allen Parkway's gentle curves to the Christmas party.
We passed through the skyscrapers to the glittering lights of the George R. Brown convention center on the east side of downtown, where the company had reserved Ballrooms A and B. Ken opened our doors for us and we took the escalators up to the reception area with the other guests.
Karen, a friend of mine who is the LAN person for another company unit, was manning the line that included my last name. She gave us our pre-printed nametags and drink coupons. Michael Miller, my former immediate boss, was one of the first people we ran into. "Michael Miller, I'd like you to meet my lover, tom. tom, this is Michael." Despite everyone knowing that Michael is gay, he is very closeted with the non-gay people at work. He was polite, but flustered -- and quickly retreated to his female escort. I'd decided to use "lover" instead of "boy" when introducing tom to most people, as it is a term they would more easily understand. [Only later did I find out from my former secretary that the straight people took "lover" to be a sexually charged term anyway. It had never occurred to me. "Life partner" is what we use now.]
We got some drinks from the bar and smoking area that was outside the ballrooms, then headed inside to take a look. Bill Horwitz, the new president of my former unit, came up to us by the door. Jean-Francois Coste had announced, on the Monday before I went on disability, that he was moving within the company to set up a new international company. That spelled a new person would come in to replace him -- and a reorganization with possible layoffs. I went on full disability effective Tuesday, October 8. Wednesday, when I was in to do paperwork and clean out my desk, Mike Muckleroy, the president of the division, announced at an all-employee meeting that Bill Horwitz was selected to be the new president of the unit. After the meeting, Bill went around to everyones' cubes and introduced himself. When he got to mine, he said "I'm Bill Horwitz. What is your name and what do you do?" I said "I'm Wes and I..." I paused as I thought of a simple way to put it. "No, I want the short version" he said curtly. I knew I'd made the right decision by going on disability: This person was all business with no soul; and not to be trusted. "I'm Wes and I do disability." I knew this would confuse him, and it did -- which gave me the opportunity to give this prick one of my unwaveringly honest, no-bullshit and no-holds-barred statements for which I was well-known, respected and feared throughout the company: "I am the former head of your systems group worldwide. I went on partial disability earlier this year due to Chronic Fatigue Syndrome caused by chronic understaffing in the Business Systems department -- despite my repeated proposals for new hires -- and related excessive work demands. I went on full disability effective yesterday with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and ARC; AIDS- Related Complex; and am just here to clear out my desk. One of the people in the group was fired yesterday. A temporary was fired today. This means that you have lost three out of four people in your systems department in two days. This will be a problem area for you and it will require your attention. You would be well-served to fully staff it if you want to accomplish anything. The one person remaining, Wayne, is excellent and you should treat him well. He deserves a promotion and a raise, both of which I had been working on." He was rather stunned. I then wished him well in his new position and continued packing up as he went down the hall to meet Wayne.
So here was Bill Horwitz, the snake, asking how I was feeling. "Pretty good. I had bronchitis and fevers for about a month, but other than being sick 50% of the time, things are great." Then I introduced him to tom. "Bill Horwitz, this is my lover, tom. tom, this is Bill Horwitz." Bill handled it well, for a creep.
The ballrooms were joined together as one very large room. The entry area was right in the middle, so that half the tables were to the left and half were to the right. A wide walking area extended from the entrance to the large dance floor. At its sides along the far wall were coffee and dessert bars. Pasta and omelette bars were along the sides of the room. In the near left corner were three caricature artists, with a photographer in front of an oversized snowflake scene a little closer to the door.
I chose a front and center table for us -- the only one appropriate for me and boy -- sitting with Wayne and his wife, my friend Twyla. Darlene and Scott, who are now living together, were also sitting there, as well as Rita with a male date.
Pretty soon, Dave Roussell, president of the pipeline group and the Master of Ceremonies for the evening, got up and made announcements and a few jokes. One that surprised me was that there were 1,000 people in attendance. It was much larger than I'd anticipated, as I thought there were about 400 people at last year's party. A comment that surprised many people was when he was talking about how successful our division was. He said something like he couldn't say "butt", then proceeded to explain that the success was the result of people "working their twats off." I got a lot of mileage out of that! I asked Darlene if she worked her twat off. "Not at work!" she replied. Rita sniffed when I asked her.
tom and I went outside to smoke. First we went by the restrooms, where we ran into Tammy, from Human Resources, and some of her young lady friends. I introduced tom and the ladies told us: "You two look wonderful!" We visited for a while and then headed to the cocktail tables in the smoking area. Pretty soon Phil and Michaela came by and we had them sit with us. Then Theresa Diamond, a friend of mine even before she became Phil's secretary, and her beau joined our group. When I introduced tom as my lover to her, she introduced her date as her lover to me.
Bill and his lover, Doug -- the only other same sex couple there -- also joined us at our smoking table. tom and I had arrived first, so we get to claim the breaking new ground award. Nonetheless, I was excited to see Bill bring Doug. It was a big step for him, particularly since he was still working in the office, unlike me.
On our way back in, I brought tom over to Mary, my friend in Administration who handles most everything and who had overseen the party. I introduced tom and Mary and we told her what a wonderful job she had done. When we returned to our table, after our leisurely smoke and visiting, Scott and Darlene said that Bill Horwitz' secretary, Pat, and her husband were sitting there and that the table was full. Not having relinquished our seats, I said exactly that: "They were sitting here." We set down our drinks and went to have our pictures made.
As we strolled up to the line together, and stood there in our matching tuxedos, we got lots of looks. Not blatent glares, but looks. When we finally got to the photographer, he asked if we were taking our pictures alone. I said "No, with my lover."
Wayne and Twyla had gone off to the caricature artists by the time we returned. We strolled over to get our caricature made and caught up with them. The artist was almost done, doing a good job of them at two computers and throwing in computerese gibberish. I whispered in his ear that what Twyla's character really needed was a collar around her neck, in reference to the time Twyla wore the collar of a lady CompuServe friend of hers "who is a dom" when she went clubbing in Los Angeles. Twyla howled when the collar was added!
Time was going by quickly. We danced a while, then finally left.
We spent the rest of the weekend doing things like getting the surround sound stereo and setting it up, plus going to friends' Christmas parties. I took boy to get knee-high engineer boots to match mine. At home, we had a wonderful scene with black and emerald candles burning, me dressed in chaps, jock & vest, Jean-Michel Jarre's weird Zoolook music playing (then Giorgio Moroder's Bladerunner). I pulled out the violet wand and explained the meaning of the card I'd sent with "More fireworks during the next Rendezvous Houston." As our evening reached a crescendo, I asked boy if he'd come since Thursday, when I'd told him not to. his response? "i haven't come since i saw you three weeks ago. i've been saving it for you." he looked so tender in the candlelights, and frisky, and adorable, and him saying that turned me on incredibly. I felt such passion. THAT'S MY BOY!
It was a really nice weekend. We were officially a couple.
When it was finally time for tom to fly back, both our boots set off the airport's metal detectors. When I got home, I made and sent a card for tom that said "You're the Rolls Royce of Lovers. I love you." Later I sent another card that had a standing man rubbing a man lying down. Inside it said "You rub me the right way." I added "Thanks for a wonderful weekend, son. (& for the bath & rubs) I love you, fuzzy. Dad."'