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  1. February 1970 Professor Peter Smith who was always interested in improving student experience in introductory courses implemented curriculum changes in his course for first year students. His research in curriculum development resulted in his publishing a paper, Designing the Introductory Physics Course for Engineering Majors, which was accepted for presentation at the 1970 Winter Meeting of APPT – American Association of Physics Teachers. The conference was to be hosted by The Cooper Union for the Advancement of Science and Art located in New York City on Cooper Square. When Peter received the announcement for the meeting at one of the nation’s most prestigious engineering schools he was pleasantly surprised at its location. After studying a map of Manhattan he realized the main building of Cooper Union was less than a five minute walk from St. Mark’s Bath on St Mark’s Place (East Eight Street). He laughingly told himself that this was a clear sign that he should get his rocks off while being a respected professor. As it turned out he was too busy during his visit with professional activities and ‘getting his rocks off’ elsewhere to visit the St Mark’s. Peter asked Tom if there was a possibility he could accompany him to New York. Tom discussed the timing of the trip to New York City with Keith, his mentor, sometimes sex partner as well as a Vice President of Olentangy Insurance. Keith arranged meetings between Tom and financial service suppliers in the Wall Street area the same days as Peter’s conference. Months earlier when Peter had submitted his paper for consideration he had written to his friend Tim (who he had met on a crowded subway when the young man’s hand accidentally (????) pressed into Peter’s crotch). He was aware that Tim’s roommate-lover, Luis, had a brother who was top student at a New York City high school specializing in the sciences. Peter had corresponded with the brother, Juan, as the young man who was in his senior year in high school applied to various university engineering programs. When Peter received the advanced notification about the conference he saw that one session would include a panel discussion of high school science majors. Peter contacted the moderator of the panel and suggested that Juan be included. Everything was coming together perfectly for his second visit to New York City: he would present a paper to his peers, he would travel with his lover – Tom, he would visit their friend Tim and meet his partner, Luis, and he would mentor an outstanding high school senior. Peter and Tom flew from Columbus to LaGuardia airport on a Wednesday in February. The main sessions of the conference were to be on Thursday and Friday with a wrap-up program Saturday morning that was usually sparsely attended. Tom’s meetings with financial service executives were scheduled for a few hours each on Thursday and Friday. There would be time for sightseeing and fun prior to their Sunday evening departure. The timing of the conference was wonderful since Peter and his lover, Tom, would be together on Saturday, February 14, Valentine’s Day of 1970. Keith had strongly recommended they visit the Continental Baths on the Upper West Side. A friend of his had visited it and raved about the facility. In addition to its size being able to accommodate almost 1,000 men, 24 hours a day, it contained a disco dance floor, a cabaret lounge, sauna rooms, a narrow Olympic length swimming pool, small private rooms and open areas with platforms for play. Various amenities were available such as K-Y Lube in the candy machine. What made The Continental unique compared to other gay baths was its shows. Keith suggested they visit on Saturday night for both fun and entertainment. They arrived at their hotel at noon on Wednesday. Since the room was not yet available they had a quick lunch and did some touristy sightseeing including a visit to the United Nations Building. Since they had slept together the previous night and would have numerous opportunities for coupling during their visit they were willing to forego sex the first afternoon. Three or four nights a week Peter and Tom slept together in the basement office of the home of Peter’s family (next door to Tom’s family) returning to their bedrooms to be in bed with their wives when the children woke up. The wives shared the office other nights being back in bed with their husbands by dawn. Tim and Luis had invited them to meet at their apartment their first evening of the visit and then go out to dinner. Luis met them at door. One look at Luis and they immediately knew why Tim had found this young man so loveable. The scintillating eyes, provocative smile, young sensuous body and the tingling they felt when shaking his hand were just some of the attributes that made him a charming man to be with. Luis told them Tim was delayed at work and hopefully would be there in half an hour. As they shared beers the conversation easily flowed. Luis started by thanking Peter for contacting his brother, Juan. The young man would be part of a panel at the conference Thursday afternoon. Juan and Peter had written each other frequently as Juan explored university engineering programs to apply to. Juan had shared his letters with his brother. Luis did not share the letters that Peter had written to him and Tim with his brother. These letters contained many references to sex adventures in Ohio and comments about Tim and Luis’ travels through sexual awareness. The conversation was easy and interesting. Tim arrived and after hugs, tight man to man hugs, they walked to a nearby restaurant. Tim suggested they skip dessert and return to the apartment where they could have cake baked by Luis’ mother. When she heard Peter, the Professor who had been so helpful to her son, was visiting she insisted on baking him a cake. Both Tom and Peter smiled at each other as Tim suggested dessert at the apartment. They both had the same thought, ‘Would dessert be more than cake’? Back at the apartment Tim put on the coffee pot as Luis cut the cake. The four sat at the kitchen table sharing cake and conversation that naturally included details of erotic adventures of all. Then Tim said, “Since meeting, Luis and I have been exclusive. Neither of us seems to need to be with anyone else. However, we discussed your visit at length and we both agreed some quality ‘men to men’ time with you two would be appealing and delightful. Ever since you molested me on the subway (as Tim looked at Peter with a smirk on his face) my life has changed. I would not have met Luis if you two with Keith had not helped me out of my shell of innocence and purity.” Peter broke in, “You, Innocence? Innocent naive me from the mid-west had been in this sin filled city less than twenty-four hours taking my first subway ride when suddenly a hand grabbed my virtuous dick (said with a smile). Just what kind of ‘men to men time’ did you two have in mind?” Peter reached for and began caressing Luis’ hand. Luis responded, “Whatever makes you feel good.” Tom got up and stood behind Tim’s chair. He put his hands on Tim’s shoulders and then moved them under his shirt and to the chest, lightly pinching the hardening nipples. Tim moaned with pleasure. All four suddenly were standing facing each other, hands exploring while deeply kissing each other. Tim and Luis kneeled and kissed the crotches of the two Ohioans. They then unbuckled and pulled down their pants with Luis at Tom and Tim at Peter caressing and swallowing the now rock hard dicks. The tall muscular Tom picked up the smaller Luis while Peter carried Tim. Each pair went to one of the two beds in the bedroom. Tom placed Luis on the bed. He gently removed Luis’ clothes and then his own shirt, all that he was wearing as his pants were on the living room floor. From their letters Tom knew Luis desired to have a man make love to him and Luis knew Tom was a passionate top. Following extended foreplay Tom pushed Luis onto his back. Tom leaned over him kissing and caressing every inch of his body from forehead and fingertips to toes. Tom then lubed both his dick and Luis’ hole with the conveniently available tube of K-Y. He then placed a folded pillow under Luis’ ass and pulled his feet to his shoulders. Knowing that his dick was longer and thicker than Tim’s, Tom loosened him by tenderly finger probing Luis prior to placing his dickhead against the hole. He then asked Luis if he was ready. “Please. Yes!” was the reply. Tom, whose body overpowered the young mans, was so gentle that Luis felt nothing but pleasure as he was impaled. Tom then began thrusting. “Harder and harder”, Luis responded with cries of joy. While Tom wanted to pull out so as to prolong the pleasurable episode his dick overruled his brain and he continued to pump until he exploded into the hungry young man. With Tom still in him Luis quickly jerked himself to completion. Tom fell onto him in exhaustion and the two men rolled onto their sides while embracing. Meanwhile in the bed across the room Peter and Tim passionately embraced and kissed. Soon Tim was fucking his friend with the same level of lust as was happening on the other bed. Following helping each other shower they sat naked at the kitchen table having more cake and drinking beers. Tim then walked over to Tom. He then said, “No one knows better than Luis how much I enjoy playing with the skin on a natural dick. If I could I would grow my own skin. But, alas, I must find others to play with.” He kneeled, pushed Tom’s legs apart and took the soft uncut dick in his hand. He pushed the skin back and then pulled it forward as far as possible. Then using two fingers pulled the foreskin apart and then leaned in and tried without much success to push his own dick head down the tunnel. Of course the dicks soon turned as hard as steel and Tom’s foreskin moved back. While the docking (pulling another’s skin over your head) was not successful it certainly was fun trying. Tim then squeezed the uncovered head and drops of juice bubbled out. He smeared the juice over the head and pulled the skin up covering it. He then shoved a finger down the tunnel and rubbed the juice over the hidden head. After another long probing kiss of Tom’s masterpiece Tim returned to his seat at the table with precum on his lips and a smile on his face displaying his own now hard piece. The four returned to the beds with their own partners: Tom with Peter and Luis with Tim. Twice during the night Luis and Tim coupled while the two older men weary from traveling only had one session. At 7:00 the next morning Tom and Peter got up, dressed and returned to their hotel room to prepare for the day’s activities. After conference registration Peter attended the opening session followed by breakout concurrent presentations, one of which was his own. The large number attending his session indicated he had chosen a topic of substantial interest, Designing the Introductory Physics Course for Engineering Majors. There were many comments and questions. All of the participants appeared to be high school teachers or college professors except for one young man who asked, “Do you have any suggestions for a high school student who plans enroll in a university engineering program and take your physics course?” Peter happily responded. He had a suspicion this young man may be Juan, Luis’s brother, who he had corresponded with but never met. After the session the high school student introduced himself as Juan. Peter invited Juan to lunch. The young man was as handsome and charismatic as his brother. Peter enjoyed their conversation. Later that afternoon Peter attended the panel of high school students that included Juan discussing high school physics curriculums. The panel also included a young woman who was as articulate as beautiful. After the session Peter congratulated Juan on his meaningful contribution. Juan introduced Mary Beth from a Brooklyn high school, the attractive panel member. Although they had just met that afternoon Juan appeared to be smitten with the girl. Juan told Peter they were going out for coffee. The body language of both indicated the discussion would cover more interesting topics than physics. A month later in a letter from Tim, Peter learned Juan and his girlfriend at least weekly visited the apartment for dinner, conversation and private time in the guest bedroom. The letter explained that Luis had gaven his brother the ‘rubber’ lecture and they made sure the bedside night stand was well supplied with rubbers and K-Y. The conference continued into the evening with more sessions, a cocktail hour, dinner and a speaker. It was important for Peter to network with colleagues and explore developments in physics education. Tom knew his friend would be late so had entertained himself that evening. After being taken out to dinner with a representative from a bank wanting to increase its business with Olentangy Insurance Tom, at the suggestion of Peter, visited the Exquisite Theater on Eighth Avenue near Times Square. Peter had visited this male x-rated cinema with live nude dancers during their first visit to New York while Tom attended an insurance seminar. Like Peter, Tom found the movies boring. They consisted of naked men posing in semi erotic positions always with soft dicks. If two or more men were in a scene they wore jock straps or G-strings while talking, playing volley ball or just lounging. It would be at least a year until the first gay pornographic feature film, Boys in the Sand starring Casey Donovan, would open in New York playing to packed theaters with record-breaking box office revenue. Following the movie a series of dancers came onto the stage. After an erotic a strip tease each moved into the audience flopping his dick near the faces of audience members who were willing to stuff dollar bills in his socks. The dancers were all good looking, buff young men, white and black, whose ability to swing their impressive dicks outshined their dancing skills. They played with themselves getting semi erections while pinching nipples, showing their asses and attempting to look erotic while appearing bored. As Peter had told Tom the most interesting activity in the theater would be in the audience. An incredibly handsome man of about forty slid into the seat next to Tom. His hands were first on Tom’s knees. Tom did not protest and the hands moved to the chest, his shirt was unbuttoned and Tom’s nipples enjoyed the attention of the stranger. Eventually hands were in the crotch, pants were lowered and his new friend leaned over to swallow Tom’s rock hard, precum seeping dick. Tom pushed the head away while placing the new friend’s hand on his dick. They jerked each other to conclusion while a naked guy on the screen played with a sword. Back at the hotel room Tom had showered off the sleaze of the Exquisite Theater and was watching TV in anticipation of his lovers return. As soon as Peter arrived Tom, who was wearing only a towel, took his man to the shower. After washing him from head to toe Tom pushed him against the shower wall and lubed both his dick and Peter’s hole. A fast and furious fuck was soon followed by tender loving and a slow fuck in bed. Late Saturday morning Tom and Peter were invited to have brunch at Tim and Luis’ apartment. Arriving they found the two young men lounging in loose bathrobes. Breakfast was forgotten as the four soon played without taking time for foreplay. Following breakfast and more quality fuck time the four departed for the theater. Tom and Peter had obtained tickets as a gift to their friends to a Saturday matinee performance of 1776. The story of this popular and long running show is based on the events leading to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Following the show they had an early dinner at Mama Leone’s. They did not want to arrive at their final destination of the evening until after later so they went to a filming of M*A*S*H, a comedy with serious overtones about a medical team during the Korean War. The cinema on the Upper West side was a fifteen minute walk from their final and most anticipated destination of the day, The Continental Baths. At the entry window each couple rented a room and a locker. While the lockers would not be used, each had to pay for a room or less expensive locker to gain admission. At first glance the Continental appeared no different than other both houses they had visited. Being a Saturday evening the place was crowded. As typical in gay bath houses men of all descriptions roamed the halls wearing a towel or less, doors to many of the tiny cubical rooms were open with the occupant usually naked displaying his attributes, the sauna and steam room were full of men sweating and groping and in play areas men were fucking, sucking, jacking (solo or in pairs) or just watching. They encountered an intriguing mixture of ages, shapes and nationalities. One notable difference from other baths was its size. With up to a thousand men playing throughout the place it was an unbelievable sight. The other difference was the lounge area and disco open to women and straight men. The entertainment on weekends was legendary. Clad in their towels the four found a table surrounded by gays and straights, men and women. Soon after their beer arrived the room darkened and a young woman walked onto the stage. Her pianist accompanist, a cute twink wearing a towel, began a melodic introduction. In a loud large voice the woman called out, “Thank you, thank you all for coming tonight. Give a hand to our pianist, arranger and songwriter as well as good friend and fellow Brooklynite, Barry Manilow.” The adorable towel clad Barry stood and bowed. For the next hour they were enthralled by this spunky woman with her bawdy humor and big voice. Luis commented, “I am sure some day Bette Midler will be famous far beyond the Continental. We are privileged to hear the Divine Miss M in such an intimate setting. After the entertainment in the lounge the four returned to the labyrinth of gay sexuality. They visited the steam room where they were pleasantly and sometimes not so enjoyable groped. When a tall muscular guy leaned in to suck Peter’s nipples, Peter raised one arm and directed the intruder to his hairless pit. As the man began licking and then gently chewing on Peter’s most sensitive spot other than his dick, Peter’s semi hard dick rose to full hardness. When someone moved into the other pit his throbbing dick began to spew out precum. Through the haze of the steam Tom saw what was happening to his man. He kneeled in front of Peter and squeezed some of the precum on his finger. Then he gently rubbed the tip of the shaft just below the head. With his mouth wide open and Peter’s dick head just inches away he continued to rub this sensitive spot on the shaft expecting a reward. In less than a minute Peter screamed out as he shot squirt after squirt toward his lovers waiting mouth. His body went limp and he would have fallen to the steam room floor if the two attacking his pits had not embraced him. Tom led the still shaking Peter to the showers. They then rested and cuddled on the narrow platform bed in their cubical. Meanwhile Luis and Tim were each being groped by a variety of men. While neither permitted sucking by strangers, Luis enjoyed a two finger fuck from a tall thin man with exceptionally long and talented fingers. He was soon spewing out cum that Tm caught in his hand and used to lube himself for his own massive unloading. After showers the four returned to each of their rooms for rest and more. Finally at 7:00 in the morning they shared a taxi. Tom and Peter got out at their hotel saying goodbye and thanking their friends for an enjoyable visit. The exhausted men fell asleep in each other’s arms. Luckily they had requested an afternoon wake-up call or they would have missed their afternoon flight back to Ohio. …………………………………………………………. Bette Midler & Barry Manilow at the Continental – Videos of their performances at the Continental are available on YouTube – do a search: continental midler History and demise of The Continental Baths. Peter and Tom had visited the Continental at its peak of gay activity. It had opened in the basement of the Ansonia Hotel in 1968 and was advertised as reminiscent of "the glory of ancient Rome". From Wikipedia : The features of this bathhouse included a disco dance floor, a cabaret lounge, sauna rooms, a narrow "Olympia blue" swimming pool, bunk beds in public areas, and tiny rooms as one would find in any gay bathhouse. The facility had the capacity to serve nearly 1,000 men, 24 hours a day.] One gay guide from the 1970s described the Continental Baths as a place that "revolutionized the bath scene in New York City. Some features of the Continental Bathhouse included a warning system that tipped off patrons when police arrived. There was also an STD clinic, a supply of A200 (a lice-killing shampoo) in the showers, a mouthwash dispenser, and K-Y Jelly in the candy vending machine. Due to her performances at the baths, Bette Midler earned the nickname Bathhouse Betty. It was at the Continental, accompanied by pianist Barry Manilow (who, like the bathhouse patrons, sometimes wore only a white towel) that she created her stage persona the Divine Miss M. The Continental Baths lost much of its gay clientele by 1974. The reason for the decline in patronage was, as one gay New Yorker was quoted, "We finally got fed up with those silly-assed, campy shows. All those straight people in our bathhouse made us feel like we were part of the décor and that we were there for their amusement." The Continental rebranded itself as a couple’s sex club, Plato’s Retreat. A few years later it closed.
  2. Tallguyct

    Chapter 14 Not Your Ordinary Haircut

    Columbus, September 1969 Back in Columbus Peter Smith relaxed in the waiting area chair as Dominik (Dom) Fryzjer cut the hair of a customer. Dom’s Barber Shop was a one man shop just off High Street near the university (Ohio State) where Peter was a professor of physics. His mind wandered between focusing on the cute bubble ass of Dom, the letter he, Tom and Keith had just received from Tim in New York City and the events in his life that had brought him to Columbus. The previous June Peter had traveled to New York City with Keith and Tom. His friends were attending an insurance conference during the day and playing in the evening. Peter had traveled with them to sightsee and play. His first day in the city he took a morning rush hour subway downtown. He was pressed against a young man who accidentally (???) pressed his hand in Peter’s crotch. This action was the seed that grew into a friendship. Tim, his new friend, lived and worked in the city. The three, Keith, Tom & Peter, had opened the eyes of closeted Tim to the joy of gay sex. Since returning to Ohio they enjoyed the letters from Tim as he ‘came out’ of his shell. They all had laughed as they read an earlier letter describing Tim getting caught with his pants down and ass up while fucking a student he had met in a bar followed by his removing a cum filled rubber from his loose shorts in the middle of crowded Washington Square Park. The most recent letter described the moving in of Luis. Tim was ecstatic that he and his lover could be together without sneaking into quiet places in city parks that were never totally safe or going to the Everard or Saint Mark’s Baths. Peter then focused on the barber’s fuckable ass while he thought about the events since his senior year in high school. Fifteen years earlier, 1955, Peter had a chance (or was it carefully orchestrated) encounter with Tom Kowalski during their senior year of high school. They soon became lovers. Peter’s thoughts were interrupted when Don moved to the other side of the chair and now his short sleeve black nylon shirt emphasized both his muscular arms and athletic upper body. The shirt was cut in a way that accentuated his nipples. The top three buttons of the shirt were undone exposing a tuft of black chest hair. Normally Peter considered hairy men more of a turn off than an erotic pleasure. For some reason, unknown to Peter this handsome man was an exception to his ideas about furry men. He totally enjoyed looking at the handsome barber’s chest thatch while considering the landscape around the nipples. As his dick began to swell he realized he had to change the focus of his thoughts. Peter’s reflections returned to his life. Soon after meeting and loving Tom the two had met a pair of girls with desires that matched theirs. The two boy/girl couples began dating publically while privately they had their boy/boy and girl/girl romances. The four continued relationships through college and marriage. They now lived in adjacent homes. Tom, his lover, had an executive position with Olentangy Insurance. Louise, his wife, was in a PhD program at Ohio State and Tom’s wife was pursuing her master’s in education degree. Dom had completed the customer’s haircut and was massaging his scalp as he did at the conclusion of all haircuts. Peter began to rise again as he thought of Dom’s hands rubbing and stroking his scalp as he had done at the end of previous haircuts. Peter was thankful that he usually wore baggy corduroy pants as his thoughts of Dom’s hands on his scalp had been transmitted to his hardening dick. To calm himself he returned to thoughts of family. He and Louise had only fucked since marriage to make babies. Upon discovery that Peter’s low sperm count might result in no children Peter’s brother Ronnie agreed to help create a little Smith. Since both Peter and Ronnie were fucking Louise during her fertile period during conception of the twins, a boy and a girl, it was unknown if Peter was the father of either, neither or both. The twins, Peter Thomas and Louise Ann were five years old. His lover Tom and Louise’s lover Ann had two children, Ann Margaret, seven years old and Sean Peter five years of age. Peter was brought out of his family thoughts as he heard Dom say, “Next.” The thoughts by Peter of his family had interrupted his erotic thoughts of Dom and resulting hard-on. He walked to the chair without having to bend over to hide his reaction to the sweet Dom. As Dom massaged his scalp at the conclusion of the hair cut Peter exclaimed. “God, that feels wonderful. Your hands are talented.” “It is my pleasure to satisfy my customers.” Dom said as he continued to massage the scalp and then moved down and massaged Peter’s shoulders. Three months earlier Peter discovered Dom’s Barber Shop. Not being big on personal appearance he had usually patronized whatever shop was convenient. But, since the touch of Dom electrified Peter, he returned there for his next cut. Dom was average height, about forty years of age with piercing dark brown eyes. Peter had noticed that at the beginning of each hair cut he received Dom’s nipples were not noticeable but by the time Dom began massaging his scalp the nipples had hardened. During his second haircut as Peter was sitting in the chair with the barber’s sheet covering him he had placed his arms on the arms of the barber chair. As Dom stood next to Peter while cutting the front he leaned into the chair. Peter felt the barber’s manhood against his arm. Peter pushed his arm out and he thought Dom pushed back in. Peter looked into the mirror and as Dom finished cutting the front of his head he also looked into the mirror and with piercing eyes gave Peter a smile and wink as Peter imagined the barber was pressing back harder against his arm. Dom then moved behind Peter and began the head massage while both stared into the eyes of the other. This was Peter’s third visit. Once again Peter had placed his arms on the chair arms and felt Dom’s dick press into him. As Dom finished the front trim he again moved behind Peter and began the head massage. Then Dom said, “Your eyebrows need trimming.” As he moved next to Peter’s right, Peter who was covered by the barber’s sheet, moved his left hand and placed it over his right arm to the place where Dom had pressed in. This time as Dom pressed in Peter gently rubbed his hand against the pressing dick. Dom pressed in harder and Peter opened his hand and rubbed it over the hardening dick. Dom pressed in more and Peter began jacking the handsome barber through the sheet and his pants. Dom stepped back and said, “It’s almost closing time”. He walked to the door, placed the ‘CLOSED’ sign on it, locked it, pulled the shade over the door down and closed the curtains at the front window. He returned to Peter’s side and continued the eyebrow trimming. Peter once again began rubbing and jacking the barber’s now rock hard dick that was trapped in his tight pants. Dom then said, “Your eyebrows are perfect now. I want to show you something”. As Dom pulled the sheet off Peter he looked at his bulging crotch. “We both seem to have the same problem.” Dom took Peter’s hand and led him to the back of the barber shop. As Dom leaned against the wall Peter placed his hands on the hard nipples that were protruding from the barber’s tight shirt. As Peter caressed and then lightly pinched them Dom moaned with pleasure. Peter unbuttoned Dom’s shirt and continued to play with the nipples. He leaned in and first kissed and then gently nibbled on one. “Harder please,” was the barber’s reaction. Peter bite harder. Dom moaned. Peter bite even harder. Dom moaned. As Peter moved his mouth to the other nipple both men began unbuckling and unzipping the pants of the other. Peter kneeled and lowered his friend’s red bikini nylon briefs. Out popped a perfectly formed hard and moist uncut dick. The hairless balls were a perfect match to the average sized dick. “I see you trim and shave more than just heads and faces.” Dom replied with a chuckle, “Anytime you want styling below the belt my trimmer and razor are ready”. After rolling the skin back and forth Peter leaned in and swallowed the seeping dick to its base. Dom grabbed Peter’s head and began pumping. He released Peter’s head and pulled him to a standing position. Their noses touched. Dom leaned in and kissed Peter who responded with open mouth and a probing tongue. Don kneeled and lowered Peter’s white joy juice stained jockey briefs. He admired the large cut dick before swallowing it. Peter’s dick needed little encouragement and he soon felt the juices begin to rise. When he pushed Dom away the barber wrapped his arms around Peter’s ass and was soon swallowing a massive quantity of man juices. The cumming was so intense that Peter might have fallen to the floor if the strong barber had not tightened his grip around Peter. Needing just a few moments for recovery Peter kneeled and returned the favor. As he rode the High Street bus north toward home Peter mentally replayed his afternoon event. After the first haircut he had told his lover, Tom, about the handsome barber. While Tom was interested in the description he did not plan to change barbers as he was very fastidious about his appearance and had found a barber that cut his hair to perfection. After his second haircut Peter again told Tom about the experience this time adding the touchy feelie with his arm and Dom’s dick. Toms reply was that he hoped after the next visit Peter got the full service. After getting off the bus Peter ran home so he could share his adventure with his lover. Both Tom and Peter were aware that the other was eternally horney and were not upset if one occasionally had a side encounter. They enjoyed sharing their experiences. The immediate needs of the children were more important than sharing sexual conquests so Peter played with the three younger ones while seven year old, Louise Ann, set the table. Following a quick dinner the two couples and four children ate together the wives departed to study at the library and Tom and Peter gave the children baths, got them ready for bed and read to them. It wasn’t until the children were sleeping that Peter described his erotic haircut to the very interested Tom as they did the dishes. As they cuddled in the basement home office Tom expressed an interest in possibly changing barbers. Two weeks later Peter escorted Tom into Dom’s Barber Shop. “I told my friend about your talents and he would like you to perform your magic on him.” Dom replied with a smile, “As you can see I have two men waiting. Why don’t you return a little before five and I will be glad to service your friend. If the door is locked and shade down just knock. See you soon I hope.” Dom winked at Tom and appeared to push his chest out which forced his nipples to be on full display. They had about a half hour to kill and decided to visit the bar where years earlier (Boys of the 1950s, chapter 16) they had had adventures in the men’s room when visiting Columbus during their university days. Tom ordered a beer and Peter a coke. They discussed Tom’s impressions of the barber he had just met for the first time. Tom agreed that Dom was definitely someone he would like to know and/or blow. While years earlier they had had an interesting experience in the men’s room, this time they had uneventful separate visits to the men’s room. Arriving back at the barber shop they were greeted with a ‘CLOSED’ sign as well as shades and curtains hiding the interior. Dom immediately answered their knock and locked the door as they entered. “So your friend wants a haircut. As you know I am here to please my customer. Please sit.” Tom then gave detailed instructions as to how he wanted his hair cut. As Dom got out the clippers he said, “There will be no leaning in or hanky pank while I work. I want to get this job done so we can move on to more interesting activities.” As Dom worked he told his life story. “I was born in Poland and came to the USA with my parents when I was seven years old. My father was a barber and I enjoyed helping out in the shop sweeping the floor and doing odd jobs. For some reason that I did not understand I got erotic feelings, even when only ten years old, when I observed my father massaging the head of a handsome man. Also at about the age of ten on a Saturday afternoon while watching TV with about five other boys, one of the older boys, Hal, (thirteen years old) challenged us to a jerk off contest. I had no idea what the boy was talking about. However, when the challenger pulled his pants down and took his dick in hand I became very interested and did the same. The other boys were reluctant to join in but did so they would not appear ‘chicken’. Hal stroked and I mimicked him. What a wonderful feeling. Eventually Hal shot a stream of white creamy stuff onto the floor. None of the rest of us shot anything. But I did soon have a really good feeling. Hal told us that when we started shooting jizm we had become men and could then make babies. I did not want to admit that I did not understand what he was saying. However, I did not forget the good feeling and ‘jerked off’ again that evening in the bathroom. After the jerk off challenge when I saw my father massaging the head of an especially handsome man I would go to the bathroom and take care of myself. Within a year or so I was shooting the white cream.” “About every six months I have a customer who responds when I lean in with my dick against the arm of the chair. I only have the urge to lean in on about one in twenty customers. Peter, you certainly qualified to be given the chair arm / dick test. Tom you would also qualify but I assume I do not need to cruise you to get a reaction after the haircut.” When Dom finished the haircut he massaged Tom’s head. Tom moaned with pleasure as Dom moved his massage from the head to the shoulders and then leaned in to the chest and nipples. As Dom played with Tom Peter moved in behind him and with his dick planted against the cute ass pulled the barbers shirt out and reached up for the nipples. Dom sighed with joy as Peter pinched them with his sharp fingernails. As Peter pinched he felt Dom rotating his ass against his dick. Dom moaned, “Fuck Me!” Peter replied, “If that is what you want, that is what you will get. But first let’s play and do some show and tell. Tom has not seen your luscious naked body.” They quickly undressed. Peter and Tom were soon on their knees inspecting the barber’s perfectly formed uncut dick and balls. They fingered the smooth shaved nuts and admired the sculptured thatch crowing the dick. They asked Dom how often he shaved and trimmed. Dom replied that he ‘manscaped’ at least weekly. The boys couldn’t believe that someone would hold a razor to their balls. (Note – ordinary face shaving in the 1960s frequently resulted in cuts. Stopping the bleeding was just part of shaving.) Dom replied that he was EXTREMELY careful when shaving his balls and shaft. He offered to shave and trim his new friends. They both said, “No thank you!” After the inspection of the barber the boys stood and Dom kneeled for a hands and lips on inspection of his new friends. He then said, “Would one or both of you fuck me?” He stood and walked over to a supply drawer. He took out rubbers and lube. He then leaned over the barber chair with his waist on one arm rest and ass fully exposed. Both Tom and Peter each took a rubber and rolled it on their hard dicks. Peter took the tube of lube and squeezed some on his fingers. He gently massaged some on Dom’s ass while probing the hole with his finger deeply inserted. Dom cried out in pleasure as Peter touched and retouched that spot that gives a man a feeling of ecstasy. Peter removed his finger and then inserted two. After a thorough exploration he pulled out the two and inserted three. Since Peter’s fingers matched his size 13 (European 46) extra wide feet his probing was intense. Dom cried out, possibly in pain, but never said “No.” Peter then generously lubed Tom’s rock hard dick. Tom thrust in. He pulled completely out and rammed in again. Dom kept repeating, “Thank you, harder, thank you, harder, thank you.” Eventually Tom cried out as he exploded into the willing ass. As soon as he pulled out Peter shoved in showing no mercy. He fucked hard and fast while Dam continued to cry out. Peter detonated a massive load into his rubber covered dick that was planted deep into Dom. Tom held Peter as he shot knowing that his lover might lose his balance as he shot. As Peter pulled out Dom laid lifeless across the arms of the chair. There was a pool of cum on the chair seat that Dom had expelled without the touching of his dick, just ramming of his ass. Dom stood and the three embraced. He then handed each a very hot towel from a container warning them to be careful and not burn their balls. The towels soon cooled slightly. Peter and Tom enjoyed the warmth of the cleansing towels on their balls and abused but happy dicks. They both thought to themselves ‘If our dicks are so soar Dom’s ass must be raw and tender yet very happy from the assault we gave it’. In the future Tom and Peter were well groomed considering the frequency of their haircuts. They did eventually permit Dom to trim their crotch hair but they never permitted shaving of their balls or shafts with a razor.
  3. Tallguyct

    Chapter 13 Tim and Luis Play Cupid

    December 1969 Seeing the extra setting at the dinner table reminded Tim of his high school friend, Emily. He hoped inviting her was his mother’s idea and not Emily’s. While she had been considered his ‘girlfriend’ their high school senior year, he had never felt romantic urges. In high school he had been conflicted about his sexual urges. While the other boys either boasted about sexual conquests or talked about what they would like to do with a girl Tim did not understand their feelings. He and Emily had gone to movies, church events and the senior dance together. But after graduation they never saw each other again. Through the years Tim’s mother constantly informed him about Emily’s activities in college and then her position as a third grade teacher at the Hudson Rock Elementary School. While it would be nice to talk to her, far better than an evening with his parents, he had no interest other than to find out how her life had turned out. She had been raised in the same religious environment with a domineering father and complacent, gossipy mother. At promptly 4:30 the doorbell rang and the Hastings were ushered into the living room. Tim’s mother gushed over how lovely Emily looked. She pushed them together on the sofa leaving Luis to find a chair for himself. At dinner Tim was seated next to Emily and Luis at the far end of the table. After an hour of meaningless dinner conversation the two fathers took Luis to the basement to examine some wood working project, the mothers cleaned the table and kitchen while Tim and Emily were sent to the living room. As soon as they were alone Emily said, “I am so sorry. I did not know what my parents had planned.” Tim replied, “I know exactly how you feel. Let’s get out of here and have a normal conversation. You, Luis and I can go someplace out of their eyesight, hearing and controlling.” Tim called Luis upstairs and announced we’re going to the movies to see Hello Dolly at the cinema in Cedarville. We’ll take Emily home after the movie. We will probably have a snack after the movie so might be late. The three had their coats on and were out of the house before the parents could comment or object. Tim told Emily that the movie was just a ruse to get them out of the house. He asked where they could go for a quiet talk. Since Emily had no recommendations Tim suggested Jack’s Saloon in Cedarville, the next town. He explained that neither he nor Luis drank much and that they would probably just have a beer each. Emily could have a coke or something stronger. Luckily, being just a couple days before Christmas the bar was not crowded and they found a quiet table in the back. The noise was in the side room where a group of boisterous guys played pool while their girls sat looking bored. Tim had remembered Emily from high school as being one of the pretties girls in the class. The two of them usually had the highest grades. Tim started, “I am going to ask the obvious stupid question. Why is the prettiest and smartest girl in our class not married and is still living with your parents?” She replied, “After graduation from State College I accepted a position in Hudson Rock to teach third grade. Living at home seemed the natural thing to do. But I hate living under my father’s control. My mother just like your mother accepts his narrow minded dominance. I’ve been unhappy with the living situation since moving back after college three years ago. Soon, but not soon enough I will find someplace else to live. But as long as I remain in Hudson Rock I know they will try to control my life. As far as marriage, any guy that I would consider husband material has escaped this place. The remaining ones are either lazy beer lovers or what I call ‘Jesus Freaks’. No way am I going to get involved with someone from our church. Tell me about yourself.” Tim told her about the joys of living in New York City. He told her he met Luis at the Presbyterian Young Adults Church Group (a lie, but better for now than a ‘gay bar’). He told her about their explorations of the city (leaving out the baths and adventures in the woods). Emily was memorized by his description of Angela Lansbury in Dear World on Broadway. He asked Luis to tell Emily about his family. “Oh, I am so jealous. Someone from Hudson Rock is seeing so much while I am stuck here where my big adventure of the week is choir practice. The most exciting thing that happens is when old Mr. Beltcher pats me on the rear end after choir practice. He has a wonderful bass voice and his wife sounds like a sick raccoon when she sings so she is not in the choir. I try to avoid the old coot. I would slap his face but I know that would bring more shame to me than him. After a couple more beers for the men and cokes for Emily she excused herself to go to the ‘ladies room’. While she was gone Tim asked Luis if he would mind if he invited her to visit them in the City. Luis had no objections. When she returned Tim made the suggestion. He was amazed at how quickly she accepted. It was decided she would take the bus from Scranton the following Friday, the day after Christmas. Saturday the three would go to Connecticut for the wedding, Sunday – She would meet people her age at Brunch with the Church Group, Wednesday evening they would attend a friend’s New Year’s Eve Party and she would be free to roam the city the other days while Tim and Luis were at work. She would stay in the spare room in their apartment but they would tell her parents she was staying with Luis’ girlfriend. Tim chuckled as he told her she would be safe in his apartment. He explained that neither he nor Luis had an interest in pursuing girls while they did enjoy a close relationship with each other. He told Emily that if she had a problem with two guys loving each other than she would not be comfortable at their place. Emily was aware that sometimes two men or two women shared a romantic relationship but she had never known such a couple. Then she stated that if such couples existed in Hudson Rock they kept their relationship secret. Suddenly her eyes widen as she commented, “There are two men in their forties in the choir at Church who have lived together forever. They are farmers and possibly share the same feelings you two do. Also the first and sixth grade teachers share a house. Maybe they are romantically involved. I know Preacher Dawson seems to enjoy condemning such relationships. No I do not have a problem with how you love and live.” “As far as escaping, my mother’s sister, Aunt Sally who is the ‘black sheep’ of the family, will support me. She married outside the church and is the constant subject of my mother’s comments about inappropriate lives. I am sure she will drive me to the Greyhound Bus station in Scranton. My parents will make my life hell for going off to New York, or as they will call it Sodom and Gomorrah.” Tim, his parents and Luis attended the Bible Church the following morning. Tim told Luis he could stay at the house but he insisted saying this could be funnier than a Broadway comedy. After Church they took Emily to dinner at a nice restaurant in Scranton to discuss her coming to New York Friday morning. They timed their return from dinner to be just thirty minutes prior to their departure for New York. When Emily told her parents she was leaving for a ten day visit to New York City they were speechless for a few moments. She endured three days (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday / Christmas Eve) of lectures and badgering that were so nasty that by Thursday / Christmas Day she planned an early escape. Christmas Day afternoon she left a note on her bed stating she was meeting her ride to New York earlier than expected. She then drove her car to Aunt Sally’s where she stayed the night. Early Friday morning Aunt Sally drove her to the bus station in Scranton and she was met by Luis at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in Manhattan Friday afternoon. Upon arrival at the apartment she called her parents and simply told them she had arrived safely and was staying with Luis’ girlfriend. She was polite but gave no additional information to her mother. Ten minutes after Emily’s call the phone rang. Luis answered the call from Tim’s mother who demanded to speak to her son. Luis told her he was not home (a lie, he was there). She then screamed and demanded to know what happened to Emily. Luis in the sweetest voice possible said, “She is fine and staying with a friend. Thank you for the concern. I hope you had a Merry Christmas. Have a happy New Year. Goodbye.” Emily and Tim congratulated Luis and then they all had a long laugh over his handling of the irate mother. When Tim called his former roommate’s fiancée, Patty, to ask if he could bring a date to the wedding she said, “After all the loving time you gave Mike and me we owe you, of course bring her.” Saturday was a full day starting with the train ride from Grand Central Terminal to Connecticut, then wedding and reception and finally after returning to the city strolling along Fifth Avenue seeing the Christmas decorated store windows and the magnificent Christmas tree and skating rink at Rockefeller Center. Sunday morning Luis visited his parents while Tim and Emily attended the service at the nearby Presbyterian Church. Following the service they went to brunch with the group of ‘young adults.’ One of the young men, who Tim had considered very quiet and shy, sat next to Emily. She seemed to enjoy his company and at the end of the meal he offered to take her sightseeing. At 6:00 she called the apartment to tell Tim that they were going out to dinner and that she might be back late. At 10:00 (22:00) the door buzzer rang. She escorted Jack into the apartment and for the next hour the four: Tim, Luis, Emily and Jack had an enjoyable conversation. Jack was not the introvert Tim thought he was. After Jack went home Emily talked for another half hour about the wonderful man she had met. He was taking her out the next evening, Monday, after work. They went out again Tuesday evening. The four attended a New Year’s Eve party Wednesday evening at the apartment of one of the members of the Church group. Since they did not arrive home after the party until 3:00 in the morning Tim suggested Jack sleep on the sofa in the living room. He gladly accepted although his apartment was only a fifteen minute walk. When Tim got up an hour later to piss he saw Jack and Emily making out on the couch. The next morning Jack was asleep on the couch and the door to Emily’s room was closed. After a New Year’s Day breakfast Emily and Jack departed for a day of sightseeing. Jack would not see Emily on Friday until late in the evening. As a senior auditor with the accounting firm, Price Waterhouse and Company (now known as PricewaterhouseCoopers or PwC) he would be overseeing the counting of the inventory of a manufacturing firm in Brooklyn. He would call and hopefully stop by later that evening. As they ate supper in the apartment both Luis and Tim noted Emily seemed upset. They assumed there was a problem with her quick romance with Jack. Finally, almost in tears, she said, “I want to discuss something with you two but I don’t know how to approach the subject.” Tim replied, “Emily, we are friends. Just spit it out.” “OK, here goes. I am twenty-five years old. I have never been with a man. In fact I have never seen a naked man except as pieces of art – paintings and sculptures. When babysitting I have seen little boys but never a man. I think Jack might make an advance. He has touched me places that makes my whole body tingle with pleasure. But he has only touched me over my clothes. When we get close I see and have touched the hardness in his pants. I know I shouldn’t but if he used even a small amount of force I would probably let him have what he wants and to be truthful what I want. I feel so stupid not knowing about life. My mother gave me a lecture once about ‘men’. She warned me to never let a man touch me except my husband. To do so was a sin. She also said that I must submit to my husband even if I do not want to. That it is the duty of a wife. No mention of love or preparation for sex. What do I do? Last night in bed all I could think about was his lanky six foot four (193 cm) naked body pressed against me. If he had walked into my room I would have begged him to take me. But I don’t know what a man does, how he functions, and most important I am terrified that I could get pregnant.” Both Tim and Luis assured that her feelings were normal, very normal. They also told her that pregnancy was easily preventable. She thanked them for their comments and concern but told them talking did not answer her two worries: just what is a man and most important how does one not get pregnant? “Emily, If you want, I and Luis if he is willing will show you what a man looks like and how he responds. Shall I show you?” “No! Yes! No! I don’t know!” “Emily, I will let you inspect me. I will stop at any time if you request.” Tim then stood and stripped to his under briefs. After a short pause he took them off. At first Emily turned her face away and then starred at the soft dick. Luis stood and said, “I am not going to let him get all the attention.” Soon naked Luis was standing with his friend. Tim then explained, “When a man gets aroused his penis, we usually call it a dick or cock gets hard. So at some point, that will happen during this lesson. You probably notice a difference between our dicks.” He then briefly explained circumcision, Biblical references to it, Jewish customs and the fact that most Americans were circumcised while in Europe most were not. Luis pulled his skin back and then over the head to demonstrate. Tim then stepped closer to her and told Emily to touch it. She refused. He told her that he touched it every day so why couldn’t she. He reached for her hand and led it to the dick. She let him guide her. “Wrap your hand around it and gently stroke it.” She complied. Luis stroked his own and soon both had full hard-ons. Tim then said, now it is time for lesson two. He went to the bedroom and returned with a rubber and lube. He then had Emily open the package, showed her how to hold it and had her roll it on his hard dick. He then handed Luis a paper napkin and told Emily they would finish the demonstration. She continued to stroke his rubber covered dick while Luis did his uncovered. Suddenly Tim felt the juices rise and told Emily to carefully watch his dick. He was soon shooting into the rubber. Then Luis shot his load catching it in the napkin. Then Tim gave instructions on rubber removal. The boys then wiped their dicks and got dressed. “The hands on lesson is over. What just happened is a secret between the three of us never to be told to anyone. Let’s discuss it and answer any questions you have.” She didn’t have any questions so they told her how GREAT it felt to stroke the dick. They told her about jacking off and she admitted to rubbing herself. When boyfriend Jack arrived about 10:00 (22:00) they shared pie and small talk about the events (but not the sex lecture) of the day. Tim took Jack into his bedroom for a private conversation. “Emily is a sweet person and I feel for her like a brother, a very protective brother. I don’t know what might happen between you two but I do have one request.” At this point he handed Jack three rubbers and some lube. “No glove – No love, OK. Enough said.” Jack was speechless as he shoved them into his pocket. Tim also stated, “There are more in the bottom drawer of the nightstand in Emily’s bedroom.” Tim then announced that he and Luis were going to the midnight showing of Easy Rider at the cinema on 34th Street. They departed and decided to visit the Everard instead. When they returned home hours later at 3:00 Jack’s overcoat was still hanging on the coat rack and the door to Emily’s room was closed. Tim woke up at 8:00 and after a long piss sat at the kitchen table reading the latest issue of Time magazine. The door of Emily’s bedroom opened and out walked Jack, bare naked. Tim was both surprised and extremely pleased by the sight. Six foot, four (193 cm), skinny, small amount of hair on chest and crotch with a dick to match his large hands and feet. Tim could not help but stare at the long, cut masterpiece hanging over low hanging balls. Tim walked into the bathroom and pissed leaving the door open. Tim admired his ass and thought about the perfect cock as he saw the stream of piss from the back between the slightly spread legs. As Jack returned to the kitchen area Tim asked him if he would like a cup of coffee. “Sure, Thanks.” As naked Jack sat at the table in the seat opposite, Tim who was wearing sweat pants and a T shirt got up and poured his friend a cup. Luckily his loose pants hid his half hard dick. Tim was speechless and finally said, “Did you sleep well?” Jack replied, “No. But I am not complaining. I owe you and Luis heartfelt thanks. You two guys are certainly a pair of successful cupids. Your handful of little gifts and warning ‘no glove, no love’ shocked and then pleased me, REALLY PLEASED ME! While my dick was telling me to go for it my brain was telling me to be a gentleman. You comment and action relieved some of my anxieties. But my major concern was Emily and her feelings. Well, soon after you departed for the movie lasts night we were making out. She gave no resistance no matter where I put my hands. Finally I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Everything that happened was mutual. Later during one of the lulls she told me what had happened earlier that evening before I arrived. She told me she had confided in you that she was attracted to me but the thought of pregnancy was overwhelming and that she had to force herself to resist temptation. She told me that you explained the use of rubbers and had her practice rolling one on.” At this point Tim became extremely embarrassed and pissed at Emily since she had revealed their private activity. Jack continued with a hearty laugh. “It must have been a sight to see her learning to roll a rubber on a banana.” Tim sighed a great relief. “Your assurance that pregnancy should not be a concern gave her the freedom to do as her body wanted. We both thank you and the banana.” He continued, “I am sorry, I should not be roaming around your home naked. For me it is very natural. When I was ten years old my mother left our family and moved in with another man and then moved out of state. My dad was left to raise his three sons, I am the middle one. We lived in a rural area of upstate New York near the Canadian border. Our house was a small two bedroom cottage on a mountain lake. There were no neighbors. In the summer we three brothers swam naked every day. We slept naked and had no problem walking around naked. My dad swan naked with us and also slept naked. There was nothing sexy about it. It’s just the way it was. So I feel very comfortable being naked around other men.” Tim then told Jack, “I have a confession to make. I told you Emily was my cousin. I did that to protect her reputation. It sounded better to announce we had a relative visiting than a single girl. Actually, in high school Emily and I dated. It was never romantically serious, at least from my viewpoint. I never saw her again until two weeks ago when our mothers’ conspired to get us together. I really like Emily. But, as you have probably concluded I am happier with a man. Luis and I are a couple. I hope that is not a problem for you?” Jack replied, “I do not understand such relationships. I know what the Bible says about two men together.” Tim was devastated. He wanted to punch Jack in the face but realized the bigger man could beat the shit out of him. Jack continued, “I also know what the Church teaches about a man lying with a woman outside of marriage. I don’t know if what you and Luis do is a sin or just natural. Also what Emily and I do might be a sin or just natural. However, I do not believe that something that feels so good could be a sin. You probably feel the same way about your life with Luis. So, I drink to our lives doing what we do.” Jack with a big smile on his face raised his coffee cup to toast his friend. Tim raised his cup and they touched cups and drank to their happiness. “Well, I need more sleep, see you later, Friend.” Jack stood and innocently scratched his balls as he returned to his bed and Emily. Tim returned to bed and fell asleep snuggled next to Luis. When Tim woke up a few hours later he was pressed against Luis. His dick requested and Luis’ ass replied with a wiggle and a ‘yes please do.’ Following a very quiet fuck so as not to disturb the guests Tim pulled on the sweat pants and went to piss. The door to Emily’s room was open and both their winter coats were gone. There was a note on the kitchen table, ‘Jack and I are going out for the day. Don’t wait up for me tonight, I might stay overnight at his place.’ Sunday morning a very happy Emily called. She told them she and Jack were going to Church and then after brunch with the gang he was driving her home to Hudson Rock. Tim told her he would also go to Church and they could pick up her clothes after brunch. Luis wanted to see the happy faces of the two ‘no more virgins’ so he also attended the service. The two started a whirlwind romance despite the distance and objections of Emily’s parents. He dropped her off at Aunt Sally’s when they returned to Hudson Rock. After a brief visit with Aunt Sally’s family Jack returned to New York City. Aunt Sally had never seen her niece so happy and the two discussed her adventure with Emily omitting the sex. Then Emily reluctantly drove home and answered her parents’ questions with short, evasive answers. The following weekend Jack visited again arriving at Aunt Sally’s mid Saturday morning. Emily told her parents she and Aunt Sally were going shopping in Scranton and if it was too late she would stay over at her Aunt’s. Her Aunt knowing their real plans covered for them as they departed for the motel room Jack had rented. Aunt Sally did not see Emily again until late Sunday afternoon. Emily decided it was time for her parents to meet Jack. The following weekend he came directly to her home and she introduced him to her parents. They were cordial but not friendly. She told her parents Jack wanted to see Amish country in Lancaster County. Since it was a five hour round trip drive and with sightseeing added they would not be home until evening. Actually the only sightseeing was the inside of Jack’s motel room. He took her back home late that evening and returned Sunday morning to attend Church. After enduring a somewhat hostile Sunday dinner Jack departed for the city. His visits to Hudson Rock were frequent and she visited him at his apartment during spring school vacation. Emily applied for a teaching position in New York and was hired to begin the following September. When they announced plans for a June wedding in New York City her parents began a verbal tirade with rants about her marrying outside the Church and moving to the morally corrupt metropolis. Her parents would not attend the wedding because as her father stated, “If you marry that man in a Presbyterian Church the Lord will not recognize the marriage. You will be living in sin and if you have children they will be bastards in the eyes of our Heavenly Father”. Emily was relieved that her parents would not be there to destroy her special day. Aunt Sally, her husband and two teenage sons came to New York and stayed with Tim and Luis. The apartment was crowded with the boys sleeping on the floor but the excitement of visiting the city and attending the wedding made up for any inconvenience. Jack’s brothers and father came for the wedding. Sally was Emily’s ‘matron of honor’, Tim walked her down the aisle and gave her away and Jack’s older brother was best man. Ten months later Jack Junior was born and a year later beautiful little Sally arrived. When a two bedroom apartment in Tim and Luis’ building became available, the expanding family moved in just down the hall from Uncle Tim and Uncle Luis who happily and frequently cared for the little ones.
  4. Sunday, August 3, 1969 - When Tim arrived early at the meeting place in the Columbus Circle Subway station Luis was already waiting. They shook hands while their eyes again told each other they wanted to do more than just a handshake. Tim asked Luis what he had in the canvas bag he was carrying. “Oh, just a blanket in case we want to lie on the grass. We wouldn’t want to get grass stains on our clothes.” While riding uptown Luis told Tim about the places they would visit that morning. The Cloisters is a museum in Fort Tryon Park at the northern tip of Manhattan. It is part of the Metropolitan Museum of Art specializing in European medieval architecture, sculpture and decorative arts. The buildings themselves appear medieval. In addition to being the location of the Cloisters, Fort Tyron Park is a historic site where the Battle of Fort Washington was fought in 1776. The sixty-seven acre (270,000 square meters) park also contains walking trails and wooded areas where it would be easy to get lost and have privacy. The views of the Hudson River looking west to New Jersey’s Palisades Park are spectacular. While they explored the museum Tim was impressed by his friend’s knowledge of the collection. After visiting the medieval buildings Tim told Luis he really needed to find a men’s room. This time as they entered the public restroom there were no other occupants. Tim stepped up to a urinal and Luis took the one next to him. Since both had revealed their sexual histories to each other Tim had no qualms about checking out his friend’s dick. Both stood back as they pissed. Tim was delighted with what he saw. Luis held his above average, thick, and gloriously uncut dick while pissing. He had pulled the skin back just far enough to uncover the piss hole. While Tim pissed and starred he started to get hard. Luis was also checking out Tim. “Well, it looks like Mr. Tim there is rising to the occasion.” As he said this, his own started to grow. Luis continued, “That was a nice preview. But, we better behave – for now.” They zipped up and found the café where they had snacks and soft drinks. Luis suggested they explore the wooded area. The Henry Hudson Parkway, a busy divided highway ran between the park and the river. There were various paths leading down toward the river. As they walked along one isolated path near the busy parkway Luis suggested they explore off the path. They found a private area surrounded by bushes almost adjacent to but hidden from the parkway. Luis took the blanket out of his bag and spread it on the ground. “I think we need to rest.” He sat on the blanket and Tim sat next to him. They looked into each other’s eyes and both leaned in to the other. As their lips touched they wrapped their arms around each other. Tim reached under Luis’ T shirt and rubbed his chest. As Luis raised his arms Tim removed the shirt. As he leaned in and kissed one of Luis’ nipples his own shirt was being removed. They kissed lips, nipples, stomachs. Both were wearing loose shorts. Tim reached up the leg of Luis’ shorts and reached for the hard dick that to his delight was available since Luis wore boxer shorts. Luis unbuttoned and unzipped Tim’s shorts and pushed them down along with his white underwear briefs. Tim did the same to Luis and the two young men were naked except for shorts around their knees and shoes and socks. Both held the other’s hard dick. Tim was in ecstasy playing with the skin that totally covered the mushroom head and then when pulled back exposed the now moist head. Luis warned him to take it easy. Tim replied that he had waited three days for this and wanted it. He leaned in swallowing the thick impressive Puerto Rican dick. Luis muffled his cries of passion as he immediately unloaded down his friend’s throat. Luis then stroked his friend until he shot his load with spurts that hit his stomach, chest and mouth. Luis took a tissue out of his bag and gently cleaned his friend. They kept their shorts around their knees just in case they needed to pull them up if someone were to wander by as they lay next to each other. They held hands and talked for about ten minutes. Then Luis began caressing Tim and soon was playing with his dick and balls. He leaned in a swallowed the dick of the young man brought up as a Conservative Christian who soon rewarded him with a sweet cream mouthful. After two hours and four cummings each they pulled up their pants and returned to the main part of the park. They then walked over to Broadway and shared a late lunch at a sandwich shop. Tim asked Luis what was next on the schedule. He replied that he had no special plans except to spend more time together. Tim then suggested, “Let’s have more quality time together. Although I have cum four times my dick still wants more of you. We could go to the baths. You told me you have never visited one. Although it will be full of hungry men we can have total privacy. At the Everard we could share a room and each other. What time do you need to be home?” Luis laughed as he replied, “I need to be home in time to dress for work tomorrow morning. I cannot imagine a better way to complete the day than being in a tiny room with you. Let’s go!” By the time they arrived at the entrance to the Everard it had been almost two hours since they had pulled up their shorts in the Fort Tryon Park woods. Tim paid for a room and told Luis to get a locker which he would not use as they would go directly to Tim’s room. They went to the tiny room and quickly got naked. The anticipation of what would follow resulted in each having instant hard-ons. Tim suggested they shower, return to the room for some quality time and then take a tour and see the sights. Luis agreed. Each wrapped the towel they had been given at the entrance desk around their waists and they walked to the shower area with bulges of anticipation. There were six shower heads of which two were being used. They hung the towels on hooks and turned on adjacent showers. Tim pumped soap from the dispenser onto his hand and began to rub Luis’ back. Luis soaped his hand and turning around meticulously cleaned Tim’s chest, nipples, armpits, stomach, cock, balls and ass surface but not probing into the hole. Tim also made sure his friend was squeaky clean. They had no concern that some of the other men were watching them. One guy stepped in and started to rub Luis’ back. Luis just smiled at him saying, “Thanks, but my body is reserved for my friend.” Back in the room they furiously hugged, kissed, caressed and stroked. Soon they were in the 69 position with each deep throating the other to simultaneous climaxes. After a brief rest Tim took his friend on a tour. In the steam room both were groped. Tim whispered to Luis, “If the guy has a nice touch I let him play as long as it’s hands only, no lips from strangers.” They watched two guys jerk each other off in the sauna and a couple fucking in the big open dimly lite orgy room. Tim decided not to comment on the fucking. They splashed in the small pool and enjoyed checking out the men in the rooms with open doors. After one more cumming back in their tiny room they reduced their private time to cuddling. When they left the baths five hours later Tim pointed out a coffee shop near the corner of 28th Street and Fifth Avenue. He commented that it would be a good place to meet prior to their next Everard visit. Luis replied, “How about Tuesday after work.” Tim happily accepted the offer and they agreed on a time. Tim then walked his friend to the nearby subway stop and then the short distance to his apartment. That evening Tim wrote his friends in Ohio a long letter detailing the joys of the day. Tuesday they met as planned and enjoyed four hours of quality time at the Everard. Both were now having the most satisfying times of their lives. On weekends they would explore the city and if they could not find a private place to explore each other visit the Everard. Once a week they would have an evening together at the baths. Three weeks after their first encounter they had one of their after work meetings at the baths. Following an intense and quick encounter in their tiny cubical they relaxed in the sauna, showered, and observed the activity taking place in rooms with open doors and in the large dimly lite orgy room. Returning to their cubical Luis laid on his side facing the wall on the narrow platform bed. Tim spooned against him. He wrapped his arms around Luis with his chest tight against Luis’ back and dick planted against the other’s ass. His dick needed no encouragement to harden as it pressed against the ass crack. Tim began to slowly thrust against his friend. He was pleased as Luis push back and then dismayed when he pulled away. “Hold on buddy. Let’s do this right.” As Luis said this he spit on his hand and used it to lubricate his ass. Spitting again he lubed Tim’s dick. He then guided Tim’s dick to his hole and pushed back. Tim accepted the invitation and with some difficulty since the spit was not an appropriate lube entered his man. Laying on his side as he pumped his love he reached over and began stroking Luis’ hard dick. Although both had cum about a half hour earlier the feeling for each was so pleasing that with a few thrusts into the ass and strokes on the dick as Tim emptied himself into Luis the other showered the wall with his cream. Tim tightened his grip and remained inside his fiend. Luis spoke, “That was marvelous. The first time I saw your dick I knew it would be perfect fit. But I was afraid you would think I was demented if I requested a fuck.” “I had the same feeling the first time I spied your cute ass cheeks. For three weeks we have not had the ultimate pleasure. I have lusted for your ass since that first meeting but was afraid you might be put off if I made a fucking suggestion. I am sure we will make up for lost time.” Following cuddling, rest and showers Tim went to the front counter and purchased a tube of K-Y lube conveniently on sale. Thirty minutes later Luis was on his back, legs on Tim’s shoulders as the two coupled for an extended session of kissing, fucking, withdrawing and re-entering. Neither wanted this to end. Whenever Tim felt he was near the edge he pulled out. Finally after thirty minutes of play Tim could hold back no longer and intensely blasted into his lover. He held Luis’ arms tightly down. Smiling at his friend he gently pulled out and then moved his lips to the rock hard, dripping uncut dick. All he needed to do was swallow it. As the dick hit the back of his throat it exploded. Tim swallowed most of the juices. The remainder stayed on his lips. He leaned forward and the two men deep kissed sharing the nectar of Luis. ………………………………………………. A week later Tim’s roommate, Al, announced he was moving out. His employer was transferring him to the sales office on Long Island and he planned to find a place nearby. Three of them shared the two bedroom apartment with Tim and Mike having beds in the larger bedroom and Al alone in the other bedroom. Tim immediately said, “Last Sunday, while having brunch with the church group, one of the guys asked if anyone knew of available apartments. He had just received notice of a substantial rent increase. If Luis moved in, Mike could have the single room. If you want I’ll invite him to meet you.” Tim knew Mike would be very happy to get a private room as his girlfriend visited often and he was sure she would stay over if Mike had his own room. Tim immediately called Luis about the room. They had discussed living together. Tim quietly told Luis that he had told Mike they had met at Church, not a gay bar. Luis laughed replying that it would be much easier to pretend to be a Presbyterian than a straight guy. The next evening Luis visited the apartment, met Mike and Al and all agreed he would move in at the end of the month when Al moved out. Tim was afraid that Mike would object to living with a Puerto Rican. Any objections he had were overcome by his happiness at having a private room for him and his girlfriend, Patty. Both Mike and Al had plans for the evening and left Tim and Luis home alone. Obviously the two quickly christened their soon to be bedroom. On the Saturday of the first weekend of September Tim went uptown to help Luis move and also meet his parents. Having been brought up in a home where the father was the outspoken dictator and the subservient mother cowered to his control, Tim had learned to obey and not question his father or mother when the father was not around. His mother’s friends were women from her church in similar situations. Tim found the relationship Luis had with his parents and his parents’ relationship with each other refreshing. They seemed truly interested in Tim and asked questions about his background without being intrusive. He told Juan, the youngest brother, about his friend, Peter, who was a Professor of Physics at Ohio State. He told Juan that a few months earlier he had a very enjoyable visit with Peter omitting references about what made the visit so interesting, man sex. Luis borrowed his father’s car which was only used for out of town trips since travel within the city was convenient by subway and bus. He retrieved the car from a nearby parking garage. Juan helped with the move and drove the car back uptown. The move in was on Saturday of Labor Day weekend. Monday was a holiday. Mike and his girlfriend, Patty, had gone to her parents’ home in Milford, Connecticut by train and would not return until Monday evening. Tim and Luis were home alone for two nights in their room with twin beds against opposite walls. There would be no sightseeing adventures that weekend and no visits to the Everard or any bars. Within a minute of Juan walking out the front door Tim and Luis were undressed and in each other’s arms. For the next twenty-four hours they were naked and enjoyed each other in every way possible. Finally on Sunday afternoon they went out of the apartment and continued their celebration at a local restaurant with dinner and Champaign. Following another night of bliss they visited Luis’ family uptown where his relatives were having a Labor Day picnic in a nearby park. Tim met the brother Tony and enjoyed playing with his children. Since they were not sure when Mike would return from Connecticut they closed the door to their bed room and kept playtime quiet. While they slept together in one single bed they kept both beds messy and unmade so it would appear both were used. They did not see Mike until Tuesday morning when they briefly shared coffee prior to going off to work. On Wednesday and Friday of that first week Patty came to the apartment after work and cooked supper for her and Mike. She always made extra dessert for the four to share. They would disappear into his bedroom and then later he would escort her by subway to the apartment she shared with three other girls in Woodside Queens. On Saturday morning as Mike, Luis and Tim shared coffee Tim told Mike that he and Luis would have no problem if Patty stayed over. It seemed a waste for Mike to spend almost two hours escorting her home and returning. Mike thanked them and said he would discuss it with Patty. A few days later Patty stayed all night and soon was staying three or four nights a week. Since the headboard of the bed in Mike’s room was against the wall on the side of Tim and Luis’ room, frequently they heard the banging of the bed against the wall as whatever happened. Tim and Luis slept in the bed against the opposite wall and carefully kept activity quiet no matter how intense. The four soon got into a morning routine sharing the one bathroom with no complications. A month later Mike announced he and Patty would be getting married in December two days after Christmas. They had found an apartment on Montague Street in Brooklyn Heights that would be available December first. Tim and Luis congratulated them and told them they would take over the apartment themselves. Tim was invited to Luis’ family Thanksgiving dinner. His mother and two aunts prepared a dinner that featured traditional American Thanksgiving dishes with some Puerto Rican influences such as: pavochon (turkey seasoned like a roast pork), mofongo stuffing (fried-and-mashed fusion of plantains, pork rinds, garlic and pepper), arroz con gandules (rice with peas), tostones (fried plantains), tembleque (coconut pudding), dulce de leche (a thick creamy caramel sauce). Tim was amazed at the festive atmosphere of the meal. Thanksgiving with his family in Pennsylvania always had stressful undercurrents as the elder males (his grandfathers, father, and uncles) dominated the conversation with sometimes hateful comments about various members of the community. He was sure that if there were any Puerto Ricans in their small town those bigoted men would enjoy down grading them. The women bantered about the food and engaged in meaningless gossip. Children were expected to be quiet. Although there was plenty of food he remembered being admonished about the sin gluttony for wanting a second dessert one year. There was always something for the men to criticize about the women and children. It was their way of proving superiority. The letters Tim received from home frequently commented on the evils of the ‘city’. Tim enjoyed sharing these letters with Luis. He was tempted to state in a reply to his parents about his firsthand knowledge of the evils including Stonewall, The St Mark’s and Everard, removing a cum filled rubber from his shorts after getting caught with his pants down and the joys of sex with various men and most important his lover. Being the good son that he was Tim wrote home about the weather and other mundane events. When he had written his parents about using chop sticks in a Chinese restaurant they replied with horrible tales of unsanitary Chinese food including the fact that the meat served was either dog or cat. They also wrote about criminal acts of typical Asians. His mother assuming he was coming home for the holiday wrote, “We are planning a very special Christmas celebration for you. After the midnight service which of course starts at 7:00 pm (19.00) since only hooligans and perverts stay up past 10:00 (22:00) we will return home, say prayers thanking for the arrival of the Baby Jesus, drink hot chocolate and be in bed at a decent hour. I just hope that the sheep that Farmer Johnson brings to church on Christmas Eve to complete the reenactment of the manger scene do not mess on the floor like last year. We had to have a special dinner to raise money to replace the carpet soiled by those nasty beasts. The dinner was a financial success since Farmer Johnson donated the meat for the lamb stew. When Tim shared this letter with Luis, his friend patted him on the head saying, “Oh, I am so sorry I have corrupted your mother’s little angel. Make sure you tell your parents you prefer Puerto Rican cum to white boy cum and that uncut dicks are a lot more tasty than bland cut ones.” After consulting with Luis, Tim replied to his mother’s invitation: “Dear Father and Mother, I will not be able to come home for Christmas. My former roommate (he wanted to say roommates who fucked nightly) is getting married the day after Christmas and I am part of the wedding party. (This was a lie: first the wedding was a day later, plenty of time to return from his hometown, Hudson Rock, and he was not in the wedding party, just attending). However, I do want to see you this Christmas season (also another lie) so I will visit the weekend before Christmas. My roommate, Luis, will come with me” (and also cum with me). He did not ask, he felt emboldened and stated when he would come. His mother replied with a long letter lamenting that her son, her flesh and blood would not be with her on the day of the birth of Jesus, after Easter the most important day of the year. She also asked, “What kind of name is Luis? It sounds foreign to me.” Tim replied matter of factly that his friend (did not call him roommate this time) was Puerto Rican. He also wrote that they would arrive Saturday morning and depart Sunday evening. The mother replied that there was no room for a guest since she had converted his bedroom into a sewing room and the guest room only had one bed (which was a double bed). Tim replied that he would either have to share the bed with Luis or sleep on the floor using his Boy Scout sleeping bag that was stored in the basement. If there were not two beds available the guest must have the comfortable bed. He reminded her that there was no room for Mary and Joseph at the inn so they made do. If that was not possible they would either return to New York Saturday evening or get a room in a motel. They had borrowed Luis’ father’s car and with an early morning, 5:00, departure they were in Hudson Rock, Pennsylvania soon after 10:00. Upon arrival Tim’s mother gushed over him, commented on his loss of weight (he had actually gained a couple of pounds) and that it was a shame New York City did not have experienced barbers, etc. After Tim’s third visit to Luis’ parents his mother would hug him and his father would shake his hand with a smile. Tim’s parents did not even offer to shake Luis’ hand even though he had held it out to shake the father’s. They ignored the existence of Luis. Tim’s mother began a long discussion of gossip about the neighbors, relatives and church members. Periodically Tim would ask, “Do I know the person you are talking about?” Luis had been warned about the probable behavior of the parents and just smiled. Although the parents showed no interest in Luis, Tim told them about Luis’ family: the father that was a technician in a hospital lab, mother managing an office, the middle brother and his two adorable children (without mentioning the first child was born just months after the marriage as a result of the brother’s obsession with fucking) and the younger brother who probably had the highest grade point average in a class of 800 at his high school that specialized in science. The mother’s only reply was, “I think it is a shame that some women are forced to abandon their families and work outside the home. I have always been here to take care of my husband and child.” After a lunch of fried baloney sandwiches, milk and store bought cookies Tim told his parents he would take Luis on a tour of the town. The mother asked to accompany them so she could buy a loaf of bread. Tim just replied, “We will pick it up,” as he grabbed Luis’ hand and they ran out the door. As soon as they got in the car Luis asked, “How did such an uptight, fucked up family have a wonderful, sexy caring son?” Tim just laughed, “Welcome to my home!” First they stopped at the A & P and bought a loaf of squishy, tasteless Wonder Bread, his mother’s favorite. “There is nothing in this town that would be of interest to you and it is too cold to hike or sit outside so let’s go to the Cozy Bar and share a beer.” Tim saw a few acquaintances (not really friends) and introduced Luis. Sitting at a table in the back of the bar they each had a bottle of Yuengling Lager, a beer brewed in Pennsylvania since 1829. Since both were exhausted from the early morning drive and dealing with Tim’s parents they were happy to just sit and pretend to watch a college football game on the bar’s TV. After an hour they reluctantly return home. Arriving home Tim was surprised to see the dinner table was set for seven. Mother pouted, “Oh, you are finally back. I was worrying about you. Did you get lost in our big city? We invited the Hastings over for supper. I told them to arrive by 4:30 so we can eat promptly at 5:00. With this winter weather I wouldn’t want them to have to be out too late. We will have ginger ale and potato chips before dinner. I got some of those new bar-b-q flavored chips. I hope they are not too spicy.” Having seen that there were seven places at the table Tim immediately saw through his mother’s scheme. The Hastings would bring their daughter, Emily, who had been in Tim’s high school class. He realized that his mother hoped that as soon as he saw available Emily he would want to return to Hudson Rock. No way! He excused himself and took Luis upstairs to freshen up for dinner. The mother’s plan was that Tim would sleep in the comfortable double bed in the guest room and Luis on a hard, narrow, uncomfortable borrowed army cot set up in the sewing room. While Tim preferred to share the bed with Luis he told his friend to sleep in the comfortable bed which would make his mother unhappy that her sweet son had to sleep on the hard narrow cot. When his mother learned that Luis would sleep in the comfortable bed she pulled Tim aside to tell him, “I prepared the guestroom bed just for you. I washed the sheets in Lux laundry soap and hung them out in the fresh air. I then ironed them. I wanted my boy to be comfortable. Tim then with a sharp comeback, “I saw the cot in the sewing room you prepared for my friend, my best friend. The sheets are old and patched. The blanket smells of mothballs. The pillow is lumpy. Obviously you have no respect for my friend.” Mother whined back, “But he is just a foreigner. That cot is probably better than what he usually sleeps on.” (Tim was tempted to tell his mother that he knew exactly what kind of bed Luis slept in as they shared it – but he held back). Tim shot back, “Luis was an American citizen at birth. You dear mother are a bigot. To think that you would turn someone away as you did in your letter telling me there was no room for Luis the same week we celebrate the birth of Jesus whose parents were turned away at the inn. I will sleep on the hard cot with crappy sheets, smelly blanket and lumpy pillow and be reminded all night how you treat guests, my guest. If you change the sheets, blanket or pillow Luis and I will leave and get a room at the Shady Rest Motel. If there are no rooms available we will find a barn to sleep in just as Jesus did his first night on earth. If there are no barns available we will return to our home in New York City.” He was ashamed that his parents did not care that their son’s friend was offered second class arrangements. They went into the guest room and closed the door. Luis said, “My man needs some stress relief,” as he kneeled in front of Tim who soon relieved a load of stress down his lover’s throat.
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    Chapter 11 Letters from Tim

    Sunday Evening, June 29, 1969 Dear Peter, Keith and Tom: It has only been a few hours since we said good bye. I have so many things to thank you three for. Most important is enabling to see myself as a normal guy. You three are the first role models I have ever had. To see the loving life you – Peter and Tom live is an inspiration to me. Meeting Keith, a successful and happy executive with a circle of friends makes me now believe that I to can live a fulfilled life. Until I met the three of you I was very unsure of myself, not realizing I could have a happy, meaningful life. Of course opening my eyes to the joys of man sex was amazing. Never did I believe there were so many like me. As I told you my only previous contact with a man had been ten years ago when I was fifteen. While I enjoyed the encounters with Ash, I felt very isolated from others my age. My parents and church’s comments about the evils of ‘homosexuality’ tore me apart. I attempted to research my feelings at the library. I found nothing that indicated I was normal. While I had many friends at college, both men and women, I never felt close to any of them. Now that I realize a man who seeks other men is not a pervert or a criminal I plan to explore my options. Keith, Thank you for the list of gay places in New York: bars, theaters and bathhouses. Don’t worry. I will be careful. I plan to look and talk but not touch until I am better aware of the gay community. I look forward to seeing you all again. With Love and Affection, Tim ……………………………………………. Tuesday, July 8, 1969 Dear Peter, Keith and Tom: I visited the Everard Bathhouse last Sunday afternoon. I assume being young made me an object of desire. I got up enough nerve to sit in my room with the door open. A steady stream of men – all ages, shapes and colors stopped by. All I would permit was mutual jerking off. A few got aggressive and tried to push my face onto their dicks. I held my ground. Most of them attempted to suck me, again I politely said no. I also participated in groping sessions in both the steam room and sauna. The activities in the big room were also interesting. I did talk to a few men but found no one I really wanted to spend more time with. I did enjoy myself and plan to return. I had seen an announcement on the bulletin board of my nearby grocery store about a young adult group at the Presbyterian Church just a few blocks from my apartment. Sunday morning I attended the service and then went with a group of ten single men and women in their 20s and 30s to a neighborhood restaurant for Sunday brunch. It was interesting and I had an enjoyable time. I don’t know why I did not do this earlier. They all seemed interested in my life, unfortunately especially some of the girls. I was attracted to two of the guys. Actually after coming home from the baths Sunday I fantasized about one of them, a tall, thin man with amazing brown eyes and a killer smile while jerking off. Do not worry. I will only fantasize, not approach any of them. …. The letter continued about issues at work… With Affection & Love, Your Friend – Tim ……………………………………. Sunday Evening, July 20, 1969 Dear Peter, Keith and Tom: I am limiting myself to one visit to Everard a week. I went Thursday evening. I had the usual touchies / feelies in the steam room and sauna. In the sauna I talked to a young man who I later learned was twenty-two, a graduate student at NYU (New York University), majoring in sociology taking summer courses. He lives in a dorm sharing a room with an art major also taking summer classes. Ralph is from the Philadelphia area and has an undergraduate degree from Temple University. As we talked in the sauna he began playing with his dick. His uncut dick which is smaller than my unimpressive dick was soon hard. Naturally I also got hard. He suggested we go to my room since he only had a locker. I’ll describe his body: 5’ 10” (178 cm), stocky and muscular with no fat, ample hair on chest, arm pits and around dick. I later learned he had played college football. When he stood and walked out of the sauna I noticed the most fetching part of his body: the perfect ass with two hard bubbles. Arriving at my room I shut the door and we sat on the bed. He saw the rubbers Keith had given me and asked if I was a top or bottom. When I replied top he got a big smile on his face. He told me that getting fucked by a handsome young guy was his ultimate desire. I had had many offers to top. This time I was ready. He laid on his back and pleaded for a fuck. Thanks to Keith’s instruction and real live lessons I expertly opened the package and rolled on the rubber. I lubed my dick and squirted lube on his held out hand. He greased his hole and raised his legs as I moved in-between them. I pumped like a seasoned pro as he stroked himself. As I filled the rubber he shouted a cry of pleasure that must have been heard throughout the place. After showers we returned to my room for more conversation and soon another fuck that lasted much longer. He invited me to visit his dorm room Saturday morning. His roommate was taking an art course that included visits to a different museum each Saturday so we would have total privacy . We met Saturday at a café near his dorm and then went to the room for another fuck. Life is good. Saturday evening I went to one of the bars on the list of places you gave me Keith. It was interesting. I did talk to a few guys but felt no special connections. The guys with handkerchiefs displayed all had dark blue (fuck) or light blue (suck). Thank God I did not encounter any yellow, brown or red (piss, shit, fist). This afternoon I went to the theater on Eighth Avenue near Times Square that Peter told me about. After see the activity in the baths the action in the movies was tame and boring. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness the action in the theater was more interesting than on the screen. The two guys in the row in front of me were giving each other blow jobs. An older man sat next to me and immediately grabbed my crotch. Not something I wanted. I was repulsed by the forced action not the age. Keith certainly proved to me that maturity does not hinder great sex, really GREAT sex. The dancers were entertaining and I did stuff a few dollar bills in the socks of guys swinging their dicks in my face. But, as I said before, after visiting the baths I was not impressed. An overall enjoyable visit but will probably not return soon, if ever. With Affection & Love, Your Friend – Tim ………………………………………………….. Sunday, July 27, 1969 Dear Peter, Keith and Tom: I assume one of every man’s fears, gay or straight, is getting caught with his pants down. It happened to me and I am a survivor. Saturday morning I met Ralph at his dorm. His roommate had departed for class. This week the class was visiting the Whitney Museum of American in the Upper East Side of Manhattan (the museum moved to the West Village in 2015). As soon as we entered the room we undressed each other. Being a hot day I was wearing shorts. Ralph hopped onto the bed on his back and placed a pillow under his inviting ass. Without hesitation I opened and rolled on a rubber and lubed both of us. I teased him by placing my dick at but not into his hole. He begged me to enter. Finally after some playful banter I rammed in as I had seen Peter thrust with force into Keith the night we returned from the baths. Ralph had the same reaction as Keith, a cry out that was a combination of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure. Just as I began cumming into the rubber the door opened. For some reason Ralph’s roommate who we assumed was on his way uptown with his class had returned to the room. “What the fuck is going on!” he screamed. He then turned around and slammed the door as he retreated. I immediately jumped up and put on my T shirt, shorts and shoes. I shoved my socks into my pockets and ran out of the room. As soon as I left the dorm I quickly walked to nearby Washington Square Park. As usual on a nice summer day the park was crowded: children playing in the fountain, men playing chess on the park chess tables, people of all ages sitting on benches or strolling. Suddenly I realized I was walking wearing shorts with a cum filled rubber probably sliding off my now soft dick. Then to my horror I remembered that in my haste I had not put on my Fruit of the Loom white underwear briefs. The rubber was certainly going to fall off and slide down my leg probably leaving a trail of cum. I saw an empty space at one of the crowded park benches and sat while anguishing over what I should do. The person next to me got up and left part of the New York Times on the seat. I took the paper and held it in my lap pretending to read. I had a dark blue handkerchief (the fucking color) in my pocket. I had not had the nerve to display it yet. I took the hanky out and holding the newspaper in my lap reached up the leg of my shorts and found the rubber. With the newspaper hiding my lap I started to pull out the rubber. Just as you think things cannot get worse, they often do. As I started to wrap the cum filled rubber in the handkerchief hidden by the newspaper something hit my foot. A ball had rolled up against my shoe. A boy of about four years of age ran up to me to retrieve his ball. As he got close to me he tripped and fell into my lap. His father ran over to rescue him and apologize. In the confusion I quickly wrapped the rubber with one hand while picking up the ball with the other. Then I dropped the handkerchief and contents. The little boy leaned over as he said, “You dropped this.” As he started to pick up my rubber filled hanky, I grabbed it before he did, patted him on the head and told the father, “No problem, cute little kid.” By now the hanky was damp from leaking cum. I was tempted to throw it in a trash can but I did not want to lose the dark blue fuckers hanky so I kept it in the folded newspaper and went home. Ralph called me at my apartment that afternoon. When his roommate had arrived at his class there was a note on the board that the professor was unable to meet with them and that they should visit the museum on their own sometime before the next Saturday. About ten minutes after I ran out the roommate had returned. Ralph had no idea what to do or say. As soon as his roommate entered the room he said, “If you want to be fucked, I’ll fuck you. Last night I came home with a worse case of blue balls (pain from excessive making out with no actual dick action) than ever. She teased me for two hours. I got her bra off but when I started with her panties she said ‘no’. I didn’t even get my finger down there. When I pushed her hand against my hard dick hidden in my pants she laughed and told me to cool off.” His roommate then dropped his pants and told Ralph to kneel at the edge of the bed. He fucked him from behind in what you called the ‘doggie style’. Ralph told me he assumed his roommate did not want to see his face so he could fantasize about his girlfriend. Ralph admitted that he was glad he could not see his roommate as it made it easier to fantasize about me. Ralph called me again this morning (Sunday). His roommate had gone out with the same girl Saturday evening. Ralph was sound asleep when he felt someone get in his bed. His roommate had returned after midnight having had a few beers and mumbled, “That bitch got me all horny again. If I cannot have her I’ll have someone who appreciates me.” Ralph told me he did not resist and complied by rolling onto his stomach and offering his ass. The letter continued with less interesting events of the week. With Affection & Love, Your Friend – Tim ………………………………………………….. Saturday Evening, August 2, 1969 Dear Peter, Keith and Tom: This has been my second wonderful weekend in New York, the first being the time with you. This weekend began with a visit Friday evening to Julius on West 10th Street. This bar, just around the corner from The Stonewall Inn, was on the list of places Keith gave me. I really do not like going to bars alone. I always order a beer because I do not especially like beer and one bottle will last a long time. I was wearing the standard outfit, Levis and a flannel shirt. I have not yet displayed the dark blue handkerchief that I always carry. A couple of guys talked to me but there was no chemistry and we drifted apart. I did notice a young man about my age that for some reason interested me. He was definitely not a WASP (white Anglo-Saxon Protestant). He was on the other side of the room. I looked at him and he returned the look. Then we both looked away. This happened twice. The third time he smiled. I smiled back. He raised the beer he was holding and I raised mine to him. I walked the ten feet (3+ meters) across the room to him. I felt like I was trudging miles as I approached him with both anticipation and anxiety. He smiled as he said, “Hi, I’m Luis.” As we shook hands and as I introduced myself I felt all tingly. He asked me if it was my first visit to Julius. I replied that it was and that I really did not enjoy going to bars but did not know another way to meet people. He replied, “Since you are here at Julius I assume that by people you mean men. I know exactly how you feel. I really do not want to be here, but I want to be here. I don’t want to talk to strangers, but here I am talking to you and enjoying it. How can I not want something that I want? I forced myself to come here and would have been totally pissed with myself if I had stayed home and just watched TV.” I replied, “We certainly have the same feelings.” We were not only talking but also checking each other out. He was truly a beautiful man: maybe a little older than me, my height, dark hair, sparkling brown eyes, skin darker than mine and there was definitely something stuffed in his crotch and I didn’t think it was a sock as I heard some guys did to create a fetching bulge. As I checked him out I had the feeling he was doing the same to me. Then he suggested, “Let’s get out of here and go someplace quiet where we can talk.” I just looked at him and said, “Sure, great idea.” He suggested a coffee house on Macdougal Street. During the ten minute walk to Caffé Reggio and then also inside the café we shared our stories. He was born in Puerto Rico and came to New York with his parents when he was five. He has two younger brothers, one is married with two children and the other will be a senior in high school this year. His father works in a hospital lab and his mother is the office manager of a small construction company. He received a scholarship to and graduated from Parsons School of Design and works as a graphic designer. He is twenty- seven. While neither of us went into detail about our sexual experiences we did talk about our friendships. We suddenly realized we had talked for two hours. He was surprised that I had been in New York for a year and had not visited some places and areas of the city he considered most interesting. He told me he would like to be my tour guide for a day and asked if I would be interested in a tour of upper Manhattan starting at the Conservatory Garden in Central Park. I gave an enthusiastic ‘yes’. Actually visiting a garden did not sound interesting but I would have said yes to any destination just so I could be with him. We walked to the Lexington Avenue subway and rode together to my stop and he continued on home uptown. We had agreed to meet the following morning at 10:00 at the entrance to the garden on Fifth Avenue near 105th Street. I arrived at the garden fifteen minutes early. Luis was already waiting on a bench near the magnificent gate which I later learned had come from a Vanderbilt Fifth Avenue mansion. Luis jumped up as I approached and we shook hands while starring deeply into each other’s eyes. Our eyes were saying I would very much like to do more than just shake hands but not here in a garden full of people. As we walked through the six acres (24,000 square meters) garden developed in 1937 he told me its history. I was amazed at his knowledge of the trees, shrubs and flowers. It was really a place of beauty with its fountains and landscaping. As we strolled past a public toilet at the back of the garden I told him I needed to piss. While I was disappointed that he did not join me, I was also very relieved that he did not. After our garden tour he told me he was going to show me one of the most amazing and least known places in Manhattan. As we walked to our next destination we began discussing our travels through the complications of sexual awareness. Our discussion continued throughout the day as we visited interesting places in upper Manhattan. From the garden we walked west about a half mile (.8 km) along winding paths to an area of Central Park known as the ‘North Woods’. Suddenly we were in a forest. I could not believe such a tranquil place existed in Manhattan about a five minute walk from two different subway stations. This wooded area reminded me of the forests where I had played as a child near my home in rural central Pennsylvania. As we walked our hands touched and I was surprised that with no effort we were holding hands. Luis told me he wanted to show me something off the path. We stepped behind a tree and he said, “I want to put my arms around you.” I replied by reaching for him and we were soon embracing. Next our lips touched and then we were deep kissing. He stepped back saying, “Now we have established how we feel about each other. This is not a safe place, even hidden behind a tree, to show our affection. Hopefully we will find a place where we can get to know each other better.” After the forest we walked up to 110th Street at the north end of the park and then continued west. Luis suggested we stop at a bakery where he purchased Puerto Rican pastries and two containers of café con leche (sweetened strong coffee with milk prepared in a special way). We sat on a bench outside the bakery enjoying our snack but most important our time together. We continued our discussion which I will summarize at the end of this letter. Luis suggested our final destination be a Chinese restaurant after visiting a few more places. After the pastry and marvelous coffee we continued our walk soon arriving at The Cathedral Church of St John the Devine. I learned that this Episcopal (Anglican) cathedral is the 5th largest Christian church in the world. At 230 feet (70 m) it has the longest Gothic nave in the United States. While one could spend hours touring the building we did a quick run through in fifteen minutes. Our next place of interest was the campus of Columbia University. Thanks to the café con leche both of us needed to relieve ourselves. We used a bathroom in the library which Luis had visited before. There was a student standing at the furthest of four urinals. Luis stepped up to the second and I took my place next to him. There was one open urinal between Luis and the student. The student leaned back and Luis glanced at him. Then Luis turned to me and whispered, he is stroking a hard-on. Since neither Luis nor I wanted to get involved with a stranger we both stood close in to our urinals. It was a major disappointment to me since I would not be able to check out my new friend. He leaned toward me and I leaned back as we pissed together, shoulder to shoulder. Following the Columbia University tour we walked down Broadway to the restaurant near 113th Street. (In the 1960s your author shared an apartment on 113th Street near Broadway and ate at this restaurant.) My Puerto Rican friend guided me through the Chinese menu and forced me to eat only with chop sticks. Never before had I even held a chop stick. Our conversation about our travels through sexual awareness that had started in Central Park continued. I told Luis about my first sexual experience when I was fifteen while attending the Christian Bible Camp giving all the details of the joys of being sucked and learning to suck off Ash. Then I told him that after ten years of nothing sexual I accidently shoved my hand against a man in a crowded subway. I continued telling everything that happened during your visit except for the fucking. Luis was amazed about the subway incident. He said, “I have ridden the subway almost every day for the past twenty years and nothing has ever happened of interest. Your friend Peter gets lucky on his first ride. That is not fair”. I concluded my story stating that, “Someday I hoped to be in a relationship like that of Peter and Tom, two young men that have everything especially each other.” Luis’ history was interesting. At the age of twelve he learned to jerkoff while ‘messing around’ with a group of boys his age and older. One of the boys had pictures of naked women as well as guys fucking women or getting sucked off that they kept hidden for their sessions. One day while four of them were in the basement of their building the janitor caught them. He told them they could use the boiler room if they let him watch. He never touched them or pleasured himself. They would give him money and he would buy them beer and cigarettes. When he was sixteen one of his neighbors, a handsome man of about thirty, invited him to his place. The neighbor offered him rum and coke. The second visit to his neighbor he was shown photos of couples fucking and women sucking guys. While looking at the photos Luis naturally got hard. The neighbor placed his hand on Luis’ crotch and soon they were jerking off together. Within a week they were sucking each other off. The neighbor was married to a pretty woman with big tits. One day she asked him to come into her apartment to help her move some furniture. Short version of a long story, she got him in a corner and rubbed his dick while guiding his hand to her cunt. She was wearing a short dress and no underwear and easily seduced the sixteen year old. For the next month he was fucking the wife when the husband was away and with the husband blowing and getting blown when she was away. One day he was doing her on the bed when the husband returned home from work early. When he walked into the bedroom his comment was, “Are you having fun? Let me watch.” While Luis finished the fuck the husband stripped naked. As soon as Luis shot his load the husband stepped in and told Luis to watch the fun. Later Luis assumed the walking in by the husband had been planned. Until the couple moved away two years later Luis had frequent encounters with her, with him and most often threesomes where the wife would suck one of them off while being fucked by the other. She sometimes asked for a double fuck with the husband on his back fucking her up the ass while she sat on him and Luis fucking her cunt. He had been in a relationship with someone he met while in college. But after two years it was just sex and no real friendship. He told me the sex was good for the moment but after he had no special feelings. Also while in college he discovered a men’s room where it was possible to get a quick blow job in a stall, again nothing but sex. For the first five years after college he had a sexual dry spell. He started going to gay bars in the hopes of finding something meaningful. A couple of times he had gone home with guys. Once he went home with someone who got rough and wanted to fuck him. Luckily he was strong enough to resist and get out undamaged. Another young guy who took him home was tall, thin and almost hairless with a small cut dick. He asked him to piss on him. While this did interest Luis he decided to make the guy happy. The guy got naked and sat in the bathtub. When Luis started to piss the guy reached up and aimed his dick to his open mouth. The guy drank the piss while jacking himself. At the conclusion Luis jerked off and came into the eager mouth while the other shot his load into the bathtub. It was interesting that we were both very willing to share our experiences. I don’t think he did anything I wouldn’t do if given the opportunity except for the lady fucking. But doing that as part of a threesome does intrigue me. Luis continued with some family history. He has two younger brothers, Juan and Tony. Juan, a math and science genius will be a senior in high school this fall and plans to study engineering at university. I told Luis that hopefully someday Juan would meet Peter, my subway groping friend, who is a Professor of Engineering at Ohio State. Tony the middle brother is totally opposite to Juan in personality. He was never a good student and only had one thing on his mind, girls. The three shared a bedroom with Tony and Juan in bunk beds, Tony on top. Luis had a single bed across the small room. Starting when Tony was about thirteen he would come home from a date or just hanging out and immediately jackoff. He didn’t care if his brothers were awake and the lights were still on. Usually it was almost dark in the room with the streetlight giving enough light to see shadows. He would come home, strip to his underwear briefs and get up on his bed, pull out his dick and start jacking. Obviously his brothers knew what he was doing since either the lights were on or the bed would vibrate in the dark. As he jacked he would mumble about the girl that got him all hot and then cum in a Kleenex and throw it in the wastebasket next to the bed. When he stopped jerking a few years later Luis assumed he was getting what he wanted. At the age of seventeen his girlfriend got pregnant. Within a month of the pregnancy announcement they got married and moved in with the girl’s parents. Both parents supported them so they could finish high school. Tony was reluctant to continue school but agreed to since his parents did not hassle him about knocking up his girlfriend. She attended a special program for pregnant girls. The birth of Tony Junior was followed by a little sister ten months later. Then both the mothers sat down with Anita, Tony’s wife and discussed ‘the pill’. She was reluctant to use it because she thought she would be sinning since the Church did not approve of birth control. The parents paid for the pills. Tony now works for the construction company where Luis’ mother is office manager. Actually he is a hard worker and good father and husband. The fortune cookies served at the end of the meal were very relevant: His - Enjoy the good luck a companion brings you. Mine – If you have something good in your life, don’t let it go. Luis had told me that he had to be home for a birthday dinner for his grandmother. As he told me he really wanted to get to know me better, under the table he ran his foot up my leg and pressed into my crotch. I grabbed his foot and with a smile said while grinding it into my dick, “And what do you mean by knowing me better.” We both laughed. He asked me if I had ever visited the Cloisters. I admitted that I had never heard of it. He suggested we meet tomorrow morning at 9:00 in the Columbus Circle subway station on the A train uptown platform. Good night my friends. I will write you again tomorrow evening following our next adventure. With Affection & Love, Your Friend – Tim
  6. As they walked back to the hotel after the Broadway show to change clothes for their next adventure Tim, Tom and Peter all raved about the show. Dear World was the first Broadway theater performance they had attended. From the overture played by a professional orchestra to the curtain calls at the end by Angela Lansbury they had been mesmerize. Keith had insisted the three boys sit in the fourth row, center seats he had purchased prior to arriving in New York while he sat in the mezzanine in the best available last minute seat available purchased for Tim. Back in the hotel they changed from their suits and ties worn to the theater into Levis and flannel shirts for their downtown late night outing. As they walked to the subway Keith told the boys what he had heard about this bar in the West Village from a friend. Very few establishments welcomed openly gay people in the 1950s and 1960s. Those that did were often bars, although bar owners and managers were rarely gay. At the time, the Stonewall Inn was owned by the Mafia. It catered to an assortment of patrons and was known to be popular among the poorest and most marginalized people in the gay community: drag queens, transgender people, effeminate young men, butch lesbians, male prostitutes, and homeless youth. (Wikipedia) They took the Seventh Avenue subway from Times Square to the Christopher Street station in the West Village. The Stonewall was a short walk from the subway. They were greeted at the entrance by a bouncer who inspected them through a peephole in the door. They paid the entrance fee of $3.00 each and received two drink tickets. They were required to sign their names in a book to enter this ‘private club’. Since no IDs were checked each as Keith had told them previously used a fictitious name. The four (Lou Lyon, Al Head, John Hand and Billie Butski) entered the club. There were two dance floors that were very dark with black walls and ceilings lighted by pulsating gel lights. They noted that almost all of the patrons were in their 20s or 30s. Keith realized that at his age he may not have been admitted if he had not accompanied three handsome young men. Keith had been told that if regular lights went on it was a warning that police had been spotted and that everyone should stop touching and dancing. They found a table in a corner and drank beer while enjoying the sights. Tim pointed at two elegantly dressed ladies standing near them. Both wore tight extravagant form fitting dresses: one shiny red and the other dark blue sequined. From head to foot they were a sight with large hairdos, excessive make up (colored eye liner, rosy cheeks and bright red lips) plump tits, slim waists, shapely legs and spiked heeled shoes (one red the other glittery silver). Tim whispered, “I didn’t think they permitted ladies in here.” The one in the blue dress had noticed the young man’s stare and smiled at him while moving her hands from her tis, down her body with one hand gently massaging her crotch. Embarrassed Tim looked away. Keith laughed as he told Tim, “You have just been cruised by a beautiful lady. But if you look at her closely you will notice the large hands and feet and most important the Adam’s apple. It’s called an Adam’s apple not an Eve’s apple for a reason. While common with men women rarely have a visible one. Your lady friend is most likely rubbing a dick tightly held so as not to intrude on her svelte body. I am sure the lady would gladly dance with you, probably close, cheek to cheek and dick to dick”. “Wow” Tim replied. “What else are you guys going to expose me to. I thought I had seen it all last night at the baths. Why do some of the men have hankerchiefs hanging from their rear pockets?” Keith explained the ‘gay advertising code’. “The different colors represent the man’s preference. Depending on which rear pocket it’s in tells if he is a giver or taker. While there are many colors and hanky designs the common ones are: Dark blue / fuck (left - top, right -bottom), Light blue / Cock sucking (sucker, wants to be sucked), White / Jack off, Yellow / piss (pisser, pissee), Brown - if yellow is piss don’t ask what brown means, Green / Hustler (for rent, willing to pay), Mustard / Hung (+ 8 inches, 20 cm. – wants a big one).” To the relief of all there were no brown hankies visible. Tim looked around the room and noted a guy with a red hanky hanging from his right rear pocket. “You didn’t tell me what red indicated.” Keith replied, “I was hoping we would not get into that yet. But since you asked I’ll tell you. Red means fist fucking. That is when a guy gently shoves a well lubed fist up the ass. Red in the right pocket indicates he wants a fist up his ass.” “That’s impossible. No way could that happen.” “My young friend, everything is possible. If you return to the baths you might see it happen. As we explored St Mark’s yesterday I saw a man lying face down on his bed. His legs were slightly spread. Between the legs was a can of Crisco and a pair of rubber gloves. I assume he was advertising his desire for a fist. I thought that was something you would better understand after more exposure to man sex.” As Keith explained fist fucking Tim noticed a man walk up to the red hanky in right pocket man. He made a fist and gently rubbed it on red hanky’s nipple. Then he lowered his fist and stroked the ass. Red hanky smiled. Soon the two men walked toward the exit with a hand firmly pressed against the ass of red hanky. Tim quietly announced that he needed to use the men’s room but that he was afraid to go there alone. After witnessing the fisting encounter and having been ogled by numerous men including the ladies in their red and blue dresses he was afraid to venture on his own. Tom offered to go with him. The pissing was done into a trough. At the far end was a well built man of about thirty with a light blue (cock sucker) hanky in his rear pocket. He was standing back from the trough holding and exposing his long cut dick as a steady stream of never ending piss spurted out. To the relief of Tim, Tom stood next to the pisser. When Tom pulled out his sizeable uncut dick the pisser turned his head and without shame checked it out. “Oh my gosh, a big, beautiful natural one. My very experienced throat would appreciate being massaged by your uncut piece. Let’s step into a stall.” Tom replied as he unloaded the evening beers, “Thanks for the offer but it has already been spoken for.” The pisser laughed, “If you change your mind I would be willing to take sloppy seconds from such a masterpiece.” Tim was so flustered by the encounter that he was unable to piss, a first for him. Tom whispered into his ear. “If you need to cool off why don’t you step into a stall and finish.” Tim went to a stall and as soon as he had his dick ready to piss he heard a knock on the wall. Then a note was passed through a hole in the stall wall. ‘Stick it through the hole. I want to drink your piss.’ Tim was now more flustered than when standing at the trough. He turned so his back was to the hole and finally relieved himself. When he exited the stall, he saw Tom peeking through the crack by the door of the stall opposite the one with the hole. Tom motioned for him to look. Through the crack next to the door Tim could see a man leaning against the wall of the stall with his hands holding the top of the stall side wall. His pants were down to his knees. In the narrow line of sight he could see a dick fucking the man planted against the wall. As they returned to the table Tim thanked Tom for escorting him. He stated he hoped he would eventually feel comfortable in this new world and venture out on his own. Before they sat down Tom suggested dancing. Peter said ‘no thanks’ so Tom dragged Tim onto the dance floor. As they danced the pisser with the light blue hanky was dancing nearby. He eventually moved closer and then whispered into Tim’s ear, “This is your lucky night to have such a beautiful natural cock waiting for you.” Tim just smiled back. He laughed as he told Tom that the pisser had mistaken him as Tom’s partner. Tom replied that he was sure Peter would not mind if they returned to the bathroom for a quickie in the stall. Tim stated he would happily do a light blue hanky (cock suck) in the privacy of the hotel. They returned to the table and told Peter and Keith their bathroom and dance floor experiences. Neither was surprised or shocked by the tales. Soon after they began drinking another round of beers the bright lights went on. Keith immediately said, “Let’s get the fuck out of here”. Luckily they were on the first floor (street level) near an emergency exit. Leaving their beers on the table they stepped out of the door into an alley. As they quickly walked around a corner into another alley they saw policemen approaching the exit they had just used. The four squeezed into a dark doorway as the policemen walked near them. The police stationed themselves at the door they had used to escape. Had they not run out as soon as the lights went on they would have been rounded up with the other patrons. They continued through the alley to Tenth Street, the street behind the Stonewall. They then walked over to Seventh Avenue and continued uptown back toward Christopher Street. As they approached Christopher Street they saw flashing red lights. Rounding the corner and just a half a block from the Stonewall they witnessed an unbelievable sight. **************************** The following description of the police raid was taken from the Wikipedia website: At 1:20 a.m. on Saturday, June 28, 1969, four plainclothes policemen in dark suits and two patrol officers in uniform arrived at the Stonewall Inn's double doors and announced "Police! We're taking the place!" Stonewall employees do not recall being tipped off that a raid was to occur that night, as was the custom. There was a rumor that one might happen, but since it was much later than raids generally took place, Stonewall management thought the tip was inaccurate. Days after the raid, one of the bar owners complained that the tipoff had never come, and that the raid was ordered by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, who objected that there were no tax stamps on the liquor bottles, indicating the alcohol was bootlegged. There is information indicating that the Mafia owners of the Stonewall and the manager were blackmailing wealthier customers, particularly those who worked in the Financial District. They appeared to be making more money from extortion than they were from liquor sales in the bar. Some believe that when the police were unable to receive kickbacks from blackmail and the theft of negotiable bonds (facilitated by pressuring gay Wall Street customers), they decided to close the Stonewall Inn permanently. Two undercover policewomen and two undercover policemen had entered the bar earlier that evening to gather visual evidence, as the Public Morals Squad waited outside for the signal. Once inside, they called for backup from the Sixth Precinct using the bar's pay telephone. The music was turned off and the main lights were turned on. Approximately 205 people were in the bar that night. Patrons who had never experienced a police raid were confused. A few who realized what was happening began to run for doors and windows in the bathrooms, but police barred the doors. The raid did not go as planned. Standard procedure was to line up the patrons, check their identification, and have female police officers take customers dressed as women to the bathroom to verify their sex, upon which any men dressed as women would be arrested. Those dressed as women that night refused to go with the officers. Men in line began to refuse to produce their identification. The police decided to take everyone present to the police station after separating those cross-dressing in a room in the back of the bar. One patron, then known as male to her family, recalled, "My biggest fear was that I would get arrested. My second biggest fear was that my picture would be in a newspaper or on a television report in my mother's dress!" Both patrons and police recalled that a sense of discomfort spread very quickly, spurred by police who began to assault some of the lesbians by "feeling some of them up inappropriately" while frisking them. The police were to transport the bar's alcohol in patrol wagons. Twenty-eight cases of beer and nineteen bottles of hard liquor were seized, but the patrol wagons had not yet arrived, so patrons were required to wait in line for about 15 minutes. Those who were not arrested were released from the front door, but they did not leave quickly as usual. Instead, they stopped outside and a crowd began to grow and watch. Within minutes, between 100 and 150 people had congregated outside, some after they were released from inside the Stonewall, and some after noticing the police cars and the crowd. Although the police forcefully pushed or kicked some patrons out of the bar, some customers released by the police performed for the crowd by posing and saluting the police in an exaggerated fashion. The crowd's applause encouraged them further: "Wrists were limp, hair was primped, and reactions to the applause were classic." When the first patrol wagon arrived, the crowd—most of whom were homosexual—had grown to at least ten times the number of people who were arrested, and they all became very quiet. Confusion over radio communication delayed the arrival of a second wagon. The police began escorting Mafia members into the first wagon, to the cheers of the bystanders. Next, regular employees were loaded into the wagon. A bystander shouted, "Gay power!”. Someone began singing "We Shall Overcome", and the crowd reacted with amusement and general good humor mixed with "growing and intensive hostility". An officer shoved a transvestite, who responded by hitting him on the head with her purse as the crowd began to boo. Author Edmund White, who had been passing by, recalled, "Everyone's restless, angry, and high-spirited. Pennies, then beer bottles, were thrown at the wagon as a rumor spread through the crowd that patrons still inside the bar were being beaten.” A scuffle broke out when a woman in handcuffs was escorted from the door of the bar to the waiting police wagon several times. She escaped repeatedly and fought with four of the police, swearing and shouting, for about ten minutes. Described as "a typical New York butch" and "a dyke–stone butch", she had been hit on the head by an officer with a baton for, as one witness claimed, complaining that her handcuffs were too tight. Bystanders recalled that the woman, whose identity remains unknown sparked the crowd to fight when she looked at bystanders and shouted, "Why don't you guys do something?" After an officer picked her up and heaved her into the back of the wagon, the crowd became a mob and went "berserk": "It was at that moment that the scene became explosive." Violence breaks out: The police tried to restrain some of the crowd, and knocked a few people down, which incited bystanders even more. Some of those handcuffed in the wagon escaped when police left them unattended (deliberately, according to some witnesses). As the crowd tried to overturn the police wagon, two police cars and the wagon—with a few slashed tires—left immediately, with an Inspector urging them to return as soon as possible. The commotion attracted more people who learned what was happening. Someone in the crowd declared that the bar had been raided because "they didn't pay off the cops", to which someone else yelled "Let's pay them off!" Coins sailed through the air towards the police as the crowd shouted "Pigs!" and "Faggot cops!" Beer cans were thrown and the police lashed out, dispersing some of the crowd who found a construction site nearby with stacks of bricks. The police, outnumbered by between 500 and 600 people, grabbed several people, including folk singer Dave Van Ronk—who had been attracted to the revolt from a bar two doors away from the Stonewall. Though Van Ronk was not gay, he had experienced police violence when he participated in antiwar demonstrations: "As far as I was concerned, anybody who'd stand against the cops was all right with me, and that's why I stayed in. Every time you turned around the cops were pulling some outrage or another." Ten police officers—including two policewomen—barricaded themselves, with Van Ronk, Howard Smith (a writer for The Village Voice), and several handcuffed detainees inside the Stonewall Inn for their own safety. Multiple accounts of the riot assert that there was no pre-existing organization or apparent cause for the demonstration; what ensued was spontaneous. By 4:00 in the morning the streets had nearly been cleared. Many people sat on stoops or gathered nearby in Christopher Park throughout the morning, dazed in disbelief at what had transpired. Many witnesses remembered the surreal and eerie quiet that descended upon Christopher Street, though there continued to be "electricity in the air." During the siege of the Stonewall, calls were made to The New York Times, the New York Post, and the Daily News to inform them what was happening. All three papers covered the riots; the Daily News placed coverage on the front page. News of the riot spread quickly throughout Greenwich Village, fueled by rumors that it had been organized by the Students for a Democratic Society, the Black Panthers, or triggered by "a homosexual police officer whose roommate went dancing at the Stonewall against the officer's wishes". All day Saturday, June 28, people came to stare at the burned and blackened Stonewall Inn. Graffiti appeared on the walls of the bar, declaring "Drag power", "They invaded our rights", "Support gay power", and "Legalize gay bars", along with accusations of police looting, and—regarding the status of the bar—"We are open." History was made that night and the following days as the riots continued. Some consider this to be the turning point that inspired the ‘Gay Rights’ movement. The riots spawned from a bar raid became a literal example of gays and lesbians fighting back, and a symbolic call to arms for many people. Historian David Carter remarks in his book about the Stonewall riots that the bar itself was a complex business that represented a community center, an opportunity for the Mafia to blackmail its own customers, a home, and a place of "exploitation and degradation". The true legacy of the Stonewall riots, Carter insists, is the "ongoing struggle for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender equality". Historian Nicholas Edsall writes, Stonewall has been compared to any number of acts of radical protest and defiance in American history from the Boston Tea Party on. But the best and certainly a more nearly contemporary analogy is with Rosa Parks' refusal to move to the back of the bus in Montgomery, Alabama, in December 1955, which sparked the modern civil rights movement. Within months after Stonewall radical gay liberation groups and newsletters sprang up in cities and on college campuses across America and then across all of northern Europe as well. In 1999 the site of the Stonewall uprising—the Stonewall Inn, Christopher Park, and the surrounding neighborhood streets—were placed on the New York State Register of Historic Places and added to the National Register. ********************************* After watching the police activity from a safe distance the four hailed a cab on Seventh Avenue arriving at the hotel after 3:00 Saturday morning. Keith took Tim to his room. After quick showers the naked men crawled under the covers. Keith then told Tim, “I am totally exhausted. If you want to take care of yourself or suck me off go for it. However I will not be able to reciprocate now. But after a good night’s sleep I look forward to quality time with you.” The ever horny young man accepted the invitation and moved further under the covers. Swallowing the soft, long, thin dick of his friend he easily brought it to full hardness. As exhausted as Keith was he enjoyed the attention and soon rewarded his young friend. After swallowing Keith’s cum Tim moved in cuddling next to Keith. Keith was already asleep and Tim who had considered jerking off soon joined his friend in slumber land. Feeling the need to piss Keith got up. Returning from the bathroom he was amazed when he saw the time on the clock, 11:15. Never had he slept this late. But then he reminded himself that he had never before stayed up until beyond 3:00 after watching gay riots. Looking at the Angelic face of his sleeping bed partner Keith’s body responded to the thoughts of what soon would happen. At 64 years of age, almost 40 years older than Tim, his dick still responded with the appropriate stimulation and Tim was certainly someone to stimulate him. Suddenly he realized that he was not only hungry for the young man but as his stomach growled also for food. He telephoned the room of Tom and Peter across the hall waking his friends. Peter answered and was also surprised at how late it was in the morning. Keith suggested that they have breakfast together in his room and offered to call room service. After ordering a breakfast large enough to feed four hungry men he brushed his teeth and stood next to the bed. Gently pulling the covers back he exposed the naked body of the young man sprouting a ‘morning woodie’. Keith kneeled and examined the perfectly formed young piece. He leaned in, opened his lips and swallowed. After a few ups and downs Tim stirred. “That feels so good.” Soon Keith was rewarded with Tim’s first of many cums of the day. He then told Tim the plans for breakfast for the four and suggested he put on pants and a T shirt. They turned on the TV and watched news about the Stonewall Riots. Just before the food arrived Tom and Peter knocked at the door. They entered, both were barefoot wearing Levis and T shirts. The waiter rolled in the card loaded with breakfast foods. As he departed the room with a smile prompted by the generous tip, Keith leered at the cute ass on the young man, “I would have offered him more tip than just cash if I wasn’t in a room full of hot males overflowing with testosterone. During my last visit to New York I ordered room service breakfast. The smiling young waiter asked if there was anything else he could do for me as he rolled in the food cart. From the look in his eyes and as he starred at my crotch I asked him what else was available. He replied that he was open to suggestions. There was a small bowl of ball of butter on the breakfast tray. He picked one up and smiled at me. As you can imagine in less than ten minutes when he departed the room my ass was very satisfied from being fucked by a butter lubed dick. And both the happy tip of his cock and cash tip in his hand brightened the waiters day. The three young men were hungry for something other than sex. They all enjoyed the hearty breakfast, watching the news of the previous riots on TV awhile planning the day’s sightseeing. Since every good meal is followed by dessert, after cleaning their plates the four without any special prompting were soon all hard and ready for dessert of man. Tim kneeled in front of Tom massaging the uncut dick bulge in the Levis while Peter led Keith to the bed. Tim unbuttoned the Levis and freed the hard moist dick. Pushing the pants down, he moved close in. Tom had showered prior to going to bed and his skin covered head had accumulated the overnight musk of an uncut man. Tim leaned in, pushed the skin back and savored the man aroma – both sweet and pungent. He gently squeezed the head causing a dribble of precum. He rubbed the juice on his finger and then licked the essence of man. As he moved in with his mouth wide open Tom pushed him away. “Slow down buddy.” Tom then pushed Tim back onto the floor. He then kneeled and pulled off the young man’s Levis. He leaned in and licked the young friend’s dick seeping with juices. Both were now near the point of no return. Tom reversed his position and in the 69 position both almost immediately gulped down the juice of the other. Meanwhile, Keith was on his back on the bed with his legs on kneeling Peter’s shoulders. Knowing exactly what his friend wanted Peter lubed his dick with the ever available Crisco and without mercy rammed in his large headed, thick dick. Keith’s moan represented 1% pain and 99% pleasure. Peter pumped hard and steady. As he reached his climax he pulled out spilling himself onto Keith’s hard dick. Using his hand and jism as lube he quickly brought his friend to a quick conclusion. Following his cumming, Tim from the floor watched the activity on the bed. He was fascinated by the pleasure the older man apparently received from the brutal treatment by Peter. Although he had just exploded down Tom’s throat he felt himself aroused as he watched the fucking. He reached down and began jerking himself. Tom who was next to him on the floor was amazed at the endurance of Tim. Tom replaced Tim’s fist with his own and brought the young man to his second cumming just minutes after he had swallowed the first. Tim’s cumming coincided with Keith’s eruption. Peter and Tom returned to their room to take quick showers and dress for the day’s sightseeing. Tim and Keith did the same and they were all soon on the subway. Since none of them had ever visited the Statue of Liberty they agreed to start the day with an excursion to Liberty Island. Seated on the subway Peter leaned in to Tim as they traveled the same tracks as two days earlier saying, “Would you like to repeat the actions of our first meeting?” Tim laughed as he replied, “Yes, BUT – since this car is nearly empty two guys feeling each other up might result in police activity. I had enough of that last night at Stonewall.” As they exited the subway it was hard to believe that this nearly abandoned area of the city on a Saturday midday stroll was the busy hub of the world’s financial markets on a work day. Following their visit to Lady Liberty they continued their sightseeing. Their itinerary included Trinity Church, the Anglican (Episcopal) Church on Broadway at the intersection of Wall Street. This historic Church sat on land deeded to the Church in the late 1600s. George Washington had worshiped in the original building destroyed during the Revolutionary War Great Fire of 1776. The present building was constructed in the 1790s. Their next stop was the construction site of the World Trade Center where the twin towers were rising. From there they walked east then through the Fulton Fish Market, then most important East Coasts Fish Market in the USA. A few blocks north at the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge Peter suggested they walk to the middle of the bridge. This time with the accompaniment of his friends he was less terrified as the group marveled at the views of lower Manhattan and the New York harbor. Continuing they traveled north through China Town stopping at a Buddhist Temple on Mott Street. Stopping at one of the many tourist shops Peter and Tom bought imported Chinese souvenirs for their children. A few blocks north in ’Little Italy’ they stopped at the famous Ferrara Cafe offering its famed cannoli & other Italian desserts, plus espresso, since 1892. Although they had been walking almost two hours Keith pointed out that they could have covered the distance from Wall Street to Little Italy in 30 minutes of nonstop walking. Keith cautioned them to limit their pastries as they had reservations for dinner at Mamma Leone’s Restaurant in the Times Square district. He told the boys the restaurant was famous for its Italian meals of generous portions. “No one ever left Mamma Leone’s hungry”. Keith suggested a visit to MacDougal Street in the Village, an area full of interesting shops and galleries, prior to dinner. A short taxi ride took them to the heart of the Village. After exploring shops and two art galleries they taxied on to Momma Leone’s. Following two hours of eating, drinking and conversation the boys could not believe how stuffed they felt. Keith suggested they walk to their next destination, The Everard Baths on 28th Street. The thirty minute walk would rejuvenate their stuffed bodies. During their walk Keith stopped at a pharmacy. The others noted with surprise as he purchased a dozen rubbers (condoms). As they continued he told his friends, “If any of you fuckers want to top you better protect your most precious body part. Anyone making himself available to strangers at the baths has probably entertained hundreds of cocks over the years. Who knows what diseases are waiting?” He continued with a history and description of the Everard. “It opened in 1988 as a Turkish bath intended for general health and fitness in a former Church with a Victorian Romanesque Revival architectural style. By the 1920s it had become exclusively gay. There were various police raids starting in 1919 but none in recent years. It became referred to as the EverHard. The facilities include both wet and dry steam rooms, a pool and private rooms. You will find the cliental, activity and ambiance similar to the St Mark’s”. (Note: The Everard closed in 1986.) At the entrance Tim stated he was amazed that such a place existed only a few blocks from his apartment (a 12 minute walk, .6 miles or 1 km). Being a Saturday night the place was crowded. There was a waiting list for rooms so Keith suggested the boys get available lockers and he would wait until a room was available for all to use. In the locker room Tim no longer felt inhibitions and stripped, wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the showers with Tom and Peter. He was relieved that he did not sprout a woodie while showering with his friends and two others. Tom suggested a tour and they walked the halls noting many doors open with men lying or sitting on their narrow beds. Tim was intrigued by the ones lying on their stomachs, feet toward the door with uncovered asses exposed and apparently ready to be topped. One muscular body of indeterminate age since the ass, not the face, was exposed had a can of Crisco between his spread legs leaving no question as to what he wanted. Walking into the sauna Peter directed Tim to a seat next to a handsome black man of about forty. All were naked since towels had been hung on a rack at the sauna entrance. When Tim sat next to the man of color he immediately noticed the contrast between his white and the other’s black legs. The man had smiled at the three as they entered. Tim’s seatmate spread his legs slightly exposing his semi soft black dick. The spreading of the legs forced the black leg against Tim’s. As soon as he felt the pressure against him Tim was conflicted as to what he should do. Then remembering what happened when he had not moved away from Peter on the crowded subway two days earlier he kept his leg firmly in place. He then pressed back. The black man now put his hand on his own leg. The large hand was innocently (or not) also touching the side of Tim’s leg. The emboldened Tim placed his hand on his own leg. The two hands were touching. Peter who was sitting on the other side of Tim observed the activity. He then whispered into Tim’s ear, “Go for the black dick. Just gently reach over. If he pushes your hand away – so be it. But I am sure he will not resist your touch.” Tim visualized first the feel of the dick and then the possible embarrassment when he was rejected. But he was no longer the innocent boy of a few days earlier. As he gently reached for the black dick his new friend spread his legs further apart. As Tim took hold of the shaft it grew. Then to Tim’s pleasure he realized it was uncut. It continued to grow as Tim found himself holding the largest dick he had ever seen. Suddenly Tim realized the black hand was holding and stroking his own white piece. Tim knew that if he did not push the hand away he would soon erupt. He felt powerless as the pleasure was so great he could not stop it. He finally got the nerve to whisper into the handsome man’s ear. “You are going to make me cum.” Having said this encouraged his friend who tightened his grip on Tim. Tim cried out as the juices rose and his eruptions began. Then to his surprise the hand released the grip as the stranger leaned over and swallowed the pulsating white dick. After Tim had drained himself down the throat he was licked clean. The stranger then sat up, pulled Tim into him and whispered, “You are one hot man,” as he kissed and probed Tim’s mouth with his cum covered tongue. The stranger then stood and left the sauna while shamelessly displaying his hard, precum dripping, uncut black dick. As he closed the door he smiled at Tim and said, “Hope to catch you again later.” While what had happened did not surprise Tom or Peter, Tim was in a near state of shock as he grasped what had happened with the stranger. Just then Keith entered the sauna. Tom gave Keith a quick summary of Tim’s experience. A smiling Keith suggested they continue their tour and that he was sure the young man would quickly revive. When they again passed the room where the muscular man with the Crisco conveniently placed between his spread legs they saw that the door was open just a crack. Intrigued Tim peered through the crack and pushed the door further. While the man was in the same position on his stomach there now was a second man on top of him savagely pumping. The bottom moaned with pleasure as the top roughly shoved in. Tim moved into the room and stood in the narrow space between the bed and wall. The top would pull all the way out and then ram in. Tim then got on his knees so he could see the action close up. Neither the top nor bottom seemed concerned that a cute young thing was closely observing their pleasurable action. After a few more assaults the top rammed in hard and held steady as he was apparently filling the willing ass. He pulled his dripping dick out, wiped it with a towel and said, “Thanks man. “ Then smiling at Tim he said, “You next?” The other three had watched from the hall. They were more interested in Tim’s reaction than watching the fuck, something all had watched many times. Tim backed out of the room as the bottom lifted his head and turned to Tim. With a smile on his face he reached back and patted his ass while saying, “It wants you!” Although it had been less than ten minutes since Tim’s adventure in the sauna the tent on his towel indicated he was rejuvenated. Watching the fucking had inspired Keith. He told Tom, “Let’s go to the room. I need what that guy just got. It appears our friend has an interest in fucking and would enjoy another eyeful. The four crowded into the small room. Keith kneeled on the edge of the bed. Tom took the tube of lube and before greasing his dick turned to Tim, “You want to go first?” They all assumed shy Tim would say ‘no’. To the amazement of all Tim let his towel drop to the floor, took the tube and squirted lube on his hard and ready dick. Tom took the tube back and lubed Keith’s willing hole. Tim moved in, took his dick in hand, aimed it and shoved in his virgin to fucking dick. Keith, accustomed to the bigger pieces of Tom and Peter easily accepted Tim. If Tim had not cum recently in the sauna he probably would have shot as soon as he entered since the feeling was like nothing he had ever felt. He only lasted a couple of pumps until unloading. When he pulled out Tom moved in followed by Peter. Even after two recent cummings Tim still was fully aroused. When Peter deposited the third load into Keith, Tim moved in and sucked the older man to a happy conclusion. For the next two hours they enjoyed the sauna, steam room, dips in the small pool and lounging while watching the activities. Then returning to the small room Keith gleefully received another triple fuck. Returning to the hotel they again paired off: Tom and Peter in one room and Tim again with Keith. Tim was now totally hooked on the joys of topping. Before Keith offered his ass to Tim he handed him one of the rubbers he had purchased earlier. “You should never top a stranger and especially a guy who pedals his ass at the baths without protection. You should be an experienced rubber user. Practice on me.” Tim had a little difficulty opening his first one. Keith then gave Tim instructions on rolling it on and how to remove and dispose it. Keith never touched Tim’s dick as he wanted the student of fucking to do it himself, ‘hands on instruction’ as one would say. Rolling the rubber over his hard and ready dick almost brought Tim off. Luckily for Keith, Tim’s multiple cummings at the baths reduced his urges and he was able to provide both a vigorous and long lasting fuck. The following morning Tim requested another lesson. Sunday morning Tom and Peter attended mass at the famous St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Tom chose the most macho looking priest for receiving communion as he thought about his mentor and friend, Father McFadden back in Pleasant Valley, Ohio. Father Sean McFadden had been Tom’s confessor. When Tom was twelve years old he confessed that he was touching himself. Father McFadden had relieved the boy by telling him he was not going to go to hell but was just doing something that was a natural part of growing up. A few years later when Tom confessed that he was attracted to ‘boys’ Father McFadden (Sean) again gave him guidance and relief. After Tom’s eighteenth birthday Father McFadden had invited Tom and his new friend Peter to the farmhouse he had inherited. As discussed in the first book of this trilogy, Boys of the 1950s, a very special and intimate friendship started that continued. Keith and Tim met the other two outside St Patrick’s after the service. They strolled the eight blocks north to the Plaza where they enjoyed a leisurely brunch. Brunch was followed by a stroll in Central Park where they enjoyed the scenery, both botanical and manly. After returning to the hotel Tim had another opportunity to perfect his fucking with protection skills. As Keith packed his suitcase he handed Tim the bag of remaining rubbers. “You are now an accomplished safe sex fucker. If anyone insists you bareback them just say with a smile, “Sorry – No glove, No love.” Wanting as much time as possible with his new friends, Tim accompanied the three to LaGuardia Airport. Following appropriate man-to-man hugs at the gate the three Ohioans boarded their flight to Columbus and Tim returned to his Manhattan apartment.
  7. Tallguyct

    Chapter 9 The Famous St Mark’s Baths

    The dinner conversation between Tom, Peter, Keith and their new friend, Tim, continued following Tim’s enthusiastic acceptance to go to the St Mark’s Baths that evening. “I would never have the nerve to go to such a place by myself. Based on your description I think I would enjoy such an adventure.” They discussed their life stories concerning sex. Tim was awed by the experiences of the three. His own travels through sexual awareness were mild compared to the others. His story: ‘I was from a very religious conservative Evangelic Christian family. As an only child my parents had time to monitor my activities closely. My only knowledge about sex was from a brief ‘sex education’ course taught by the gym teacher my first year in high school. Both my parents had been on the ‘Committee for Education Values’ that attempted to stop such education. I realizes now the modified course offered little more than how a baby was created and a stern warning about any sexual contact outside of marriage. There was a lot of information about sexual diseases but nothing about avoiding pregnancy such as rubbers or pills. I did not understand why all of the other boys in the class made jokes about how ridiculous the education was. I listened to their exploits with girls. More than one girl in my small town class did not finish high school from what I realize now was sexual activity – not what was taught in school. Maybe if our ‘sex education had been more relevant some of the pregnancies may have been avoided. Some girls moved away and returned months later, others quickly married their boyfriends.” “I attended a Christian Bible camp summers. One day at camp, when I was fifteen, while helping clean overgrown bushes I fell into a mud puddle and then asked permission to take a shower and put on clean clothes. The shower area was outside in an enclosure. There were six shower heads, three each along opposite walls. I removed my clothes and hung them on a hook at the entrance. As soon as I entered one of the counselors, a boy eighteen years old also entered. After hanging his clothes he turned on the shower opposite mine. I turned and faced the wall. ‘Hi, I’m Ash. Were you the fellow who fell into the puddle while on the work crew?’ I turned around to answer. While giving a short answer I noticed the body of this older boy. This was the first time in my life I had been alone with another naked person. I had showered with groups at school and at camp but never with just one other person. In fact this was the first naked older boy or man I had ever seen. I had not even ever seen my up righteous father naked. I began staring at the handsome young man so close to me. Suddenly I caught myself leering at the dick. Quickly I averted my eyes and turned to reach for the soap. But, I could not resist another peek and turned again and examined the body close to me. Ash was facing me while he soaped himself. I was memorized and could not help looking at this body that was so conveniently presenting itself to me. He slowly washed his chest and then moved down to his crotch.” “Ash then laughed as he said, ‘You must be enjoying the scenery.’ I suddenly realized Ash was looking at my dick which to my bewilderment was rock hard. Ash then placed his fist around his soft dick which immediately was as hard as mine. Ash moved his hand up and down over the shaft. Ash said, ‘No fun to do this alone, join me.’ I mimicked Ash’s action. I had a wonderful feeling that I had never had before. My dick was alive with pleasure. Then my entire body responded as my dick feeling intensified and suddenly to my amazement white cream began spewing from my piss hole. My entire body went limp and I thought I was going to fall over. Then Ash exclaimed, ‘Wow, you must have been saving that for days.’ Actually I had been saving it for fifteen years. Ash continued to pump and his entire body shook as white juices squirted out of his dick, the same type of juice that spewed out of mine. Ash laughed as he said, ‘That was fun. Now we have our little secret to keep private.’ We finished our showers and went our separate ways.” “For the rest of the day and into the night I could think of nothing except about the encounter with Ash. I had never had an experience like that before. Many mornings I woke with a hard dick which deflated soon after my morning piss. While it felt good to touch myself when it was hard I thought it was evil to do it so never continued and always felt ashamed. Sometimes I would wake in the middle of the night after a strange dream and discover white sticky stuff in my pajama pants. I decided that what I and Ash had done was bad because Ash had called it our little secret. But, as bad as it was I could not resist and reached down for my dick as I laid under the covers. Suddenly it got hard. I was afraid to stroke it as I had done in the shower since there were twelve boys sharing this cabin and I was in the upper bunk. Movement could be detected. I quietly got down out of bed and went into the bathroom. Closing the door I pulled my hard dick out and stroked it while standing at the toilet. Soon I felt my entire body responded as white stuff squirted out. I suddenly felt remorse and returned to bed.” “The following morning Ash approached me. ‘Tim, I’m going into town to pick up supplies for the camp. One of the younger campers always accompanies me to help carry the stuff. Would you please be my helper today?’ I wanted to say ‘NO’ as I felt guilty about what had happened but also became excited as I thought about what had happened with Ash in the shower the previous day. We had traveled about ten minutes when Ash pulled the camp van off the highway and stopped on the side of the road. ‘I want to show you something interesting in this forest.’ We walked just far enough to be out of sight of the road. Ash opened his pants and pulled out his dick. ‘I really need to take a piss. Why don’t you join me?’ As a golden stream poured out of Ike’s dick hole I pulled out my dick which immediately got hard. ‘You seem to be ready for action.’ After Ash shook the last drops off the end of his dick he opened his pants and lowered them to his knees exposing his impressive soft dick and balls. He took the dick in hand and easily pumped it up. I began pumping my own. Ash moved in front of me and pushed my hand away. ‘There is a better way to do this.’ Ash then kneeled in front of me. He unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. Then Ash began an examination of my hard dick. To my amazement Ash leaned forward and put his lips close to the dick and then opened his mouth and swallowed it, all of it. I did not know what to do. The feeling was amazing. I wanted to say ‘get away from me’ but was paralyzed with pleasure. I grabbed Ash’s shoulders as I felt my juices begin to pump into his willing mouth. Ash then stood and taking his own dick in his hand quickly finished himself.” “An hour later as we drove back from town Ash stopped at the same spot. He got out of the van stating he needed to piss. ‘Would you like to join me?’ Without hesitation I followed him into the woods for and gave Ash another mouth full.” “After unloading the supplies I went canoeing with a group of campers. That evening after supper Ash approached me. ‘I talked to the camp director. We could use another junior counselor for the remainder of the summer and I recommended you. You will not receive a salary but you will have meals provided and a free place to stay. You and I will share a private room. If you want to and your parents approve you may begin today.’ I willingly agreed and called my parents from the phone in the camp office. The director of the camp who was also a member of my church spoke with my father. My parents were thrilled that their boy would have an opportunity to work in a Christian environment for the next six weeks.” “That evening and every night for the rest of the summer Ash sucked me off. Ash offered his dick to my virgin mouth. After some painful encounters for Ash’s dick I mastered the art of blow jobs. Ash also told me everything a teenager would want to know about sex. He had pictures of men and women fucking. I had never seen a naked woman except in a few paintings and sculptures in museums and art books as well as photos in National Geographic. At the end of the summer I returned home educated in the ways of men. Unfortunately I never had an opportunity to share any of his learning with any one, just my own hand. Ash returned to Kansas at the end of the summer. I never saw him again. In college I never had any encounters. I did realize my roommate’s bed vibrated at night as he took care of himself. I was quiet and discrete. At night I jerked off quietly with a sock over my dick to catch the cum as Ash had recommended. After college I accepted a job in New York City. I currently room with two others one of whom was an acquaintance from college. While I had seen numerous dicks in college as well as my roommates I have never touched another’s dick except Ash’s and Peter’s hard, hidden in clothes dick on the subway this morning.” Keith laughed as dessert was served saying, “Young man. I guarantee that by midnight you will have an opportunity to touch, examine and if you wish swallow an assortment of men. Also, since it has been about ten years since you last real dick experience I am sure we all would be willing to offer ourselves to assist you in renewing your cock sucking expertise.” Then Keith gave a short history of the palace of man sex they would soon visit. “The Saint Mark’s Baths opened in 1913. Through the 1950s it operated as a Turkish bath catering to immigrants on New York's Lower East Side. In the 1950s it began to have a homosexual clientele at night. In the 1960s it became exclusively gay.” (Note – The St Mark’s closed sixteen years later in 1985 due to New York City Sanitation Department’s action responding to the AIDS crisis) (Wikipedia) After a short ten minute cab ride to the Baths on St. Mark’s Place (East 8th Street) they walked up the stairway to the main entrance. Keith insisted on paying the admission for all; private rooms for Tom, Tim and himself and a locker for Peter. Peter did not need a private room since he and Tom would share the same tiny cubical. After receiving keys and a towel for each the attendant buzzed them in. As they escorted Tim to his room the typical bathhouse sights were seen: men of various ages, ethnicities, colors and shapes strolled in the halls or sat on beds in their rooms with open doors. While most wore towels some were naked or wearing minimal clothes such as brief underware or G strings. Tim being one of the youngest men there received special attention. A muscular, hairy man of about forty wearing just a jock strap winked at young Tim. Almost everyone he passed either leered or smiled. A handsome Adonis about his age whispered something in his ear. Tim later told them he had invited him to his room, number 421. An older, chubby less attractive man stuck out his tongue in a sexual way and a tall, ebony black thirty something rubbed the bulge under his towel as he intently eye fucked Tim. As they stood at the door of Tim’s room the young friend said, “Please do not leave me here alone. I feel overwhelmed. Never did I imagine such a place.” Keith reassured him. “Stay in your room, shut the door, and get undressed. We will return in a few minutes. Our signal will be two knocks – a pause – and two knocks. We wouldn’t want you to open the door to the wrong person.” After undressing in their own rooms the three with towels wrapped around their waists soon met at Tim’s door. Tim answered their knock wearing a towel. Keith suggested they do a grand tour of the place starting with showers. The shower area had six shower heads. Two men were using the two at the end. Naked Keith and Tim selected two opposite in the middle while Tom and Peter (next to Tim) were at the other end. Tim had quickly moved into the shower area after hanging his towel on a hook. While the other three checked him out none got a good glimpse of his dick as he stood facing the wall turned toward the strangers at the far end. They did admire his tall, almost six foot body, nearly hairless legs and cute, rounded ass cheeks. Tom, the ‘top man’ of the three immediately sprung to full mast as his uncut dick responded to the sight of the virgin ass. Finally Peter moved closer to Tim and whispered into his ear, “Want to finish what you started on the subway.” Tim reluctantly turned to Peter displaying his rock hard young dick that was pointing almost straight up. While his average sized cut piece was not as big as any of the other three it was perfectly formed standing over inviting balls. Peter took Tim’s hand and guided it to his crotch. The touch of Tim brought Peter’s half hard dick to full erection. Tim gingerly held onto the shaft not sure how to respond. Peter then said, “You hand feels great, too great. Two jerks and I will lose my load. Better hands off for now. I would grab yours but it appears you might not last long so we will wait. Let’s back off for now and just use our eyes.” As Tom and Keith checked out Tim the young man intently observed the long, thin cut dick of the 6 foot (1.83m), well built and very handsome Keith. Just the sight of Tom’s hard uncut dick with the head peeping out of the skin almost brought Tim to conclusion without being touched. The tall blond, Polish heritage hunk, with blue eyes smiled at Tim as he gently pulled his skin back and then forward. “You can play with it all you want later. It will be my pleasure to introduce you to the taste of a natural man piece.” Tim who had lost all inhibitions smiled back and stroked his own. The four continued their exploration wearing towels over hard dicks. Their next stop was the steam room. Hanging their towels on hooks near the entrance they entered the dimly lighted room. Between the lack of lighting and heavy steam only shadows were seen. Tim suddenly felt a hand caressing then pinching his nipple. The hand of another was rubbing his ass. To his amazement and disgust the hand moved to his hole and pressed in. He cried out in pain. Tom realized what had happened and slapped the hand away. “Sorry, are you OK?” Tim was visibly shaken. Tom led him to a bench in the steamy room. “What just happened could be a very pleasurable experience. However, I realize it could also be shocking. Remember the two rules we discussed earlier: Only do what gives you and the other pleasure and never do anything that causes unwanted pain or injury to yourself or others. I am sure by the end of the evening you will observe ass play, both with a finger and fucking with a hard dick. For some it gives great pleasure to give or receive. However, you are not obligated to participate.” Tim then asked Tom if he had ever penetrated someone or himself been penetrated. Tom replied that with the right person he very enjoyed being a ‘Top’ meaning someone who fucks another guy. However, he did not enjoy being a ‘Bottom’. Their next stop was the sauna where they sat naked with three others. While two chatted about the Yankees (baseball team) the third just sat and sweated. Following quick showers to remove the sweat of the steam room and sauna they continued their adventure. While Tim was totally overwhelmed with the bathhouse environment none of the other three were surprised having visited both the Cleveland and recently opened Columbus, Ohio baths. The difference between the St Mark’s and the other baths was the size of the facility and mixture of nationalities and ethnicities. The customers in Cleveland and Columbus were almost entirely circumcised whites. In Ohio there were a few uncuts, a few blacks and rarely any Asians. The cliental of the St Mark’s represented men from all over the world. They were pleased with the number of blacks, men of the Middle East and Asians who were of every size: both body and dick. Continuing their tour they entered a large room with a platform in the middle. On the platform sat two men facing each other. Both had their left leg over the right leg of the other. They were as close as two could be with their dicks pressed against each other. Both leaned back on his elbows. A third man kneeled next to them. He stroked their hard entwined dicks with one hand. The kneeler then reached for a tube of some kind of lube. He generously greased the dicks. Then he stood over the two, rubbed lube on his ass and slowly squatted down impaling himself with the two dicks. Rising and lowering himself he easily received a double fuck. Soon the two men under him simultaneously cried out as each appeared to be pumping their jism into the third man. After a few moments he rose up releasing the now limp dicks. He then moved to the edge of the platform and leaned over with his feet on the floor, stomach on the platform and cum dripping ass inviting any and apparently all. One of the spectators moved in behind him. After jacking himself hard he shoved into the ready hole. He pumped, cried out in ecstasy and pulled out. A second man moved in. After his conclusion number three continued. Peter looked down at Tom’s fully tented towel. Knowing his lovers lust for topping he whispered into his ear. “Don’t even think about it my friend. If your dick touches that used and abused hole it won’t touch me until it receives a certificate of cleanliness from a medical professional.” Tom laughed back as he caressed Peter’s rear end, “You know my thoughts perfectly. I can fantasize, but no way is my dick going to explore that probably diseased hole when I know a sweet, clean, Ohio ass is willing and waiting.” Keith put his arm around Tim knowing the young man was bewildered, repelled and fascinated by the action on the platform. “It might not be to your taste, but as long as all enjoy it and no one is getting injured who are we to condemn? Who knows, maybe someday you will be willing. For now let’s just look at others and then we will play safely among ourselves.” Others performed various activities. There was a black / white 69 pair in one corner while a small Asian with a small dick sucked a long thick Middle Eastern dick. All eagerly agreed when Keith suggested the four go to his small cubical. As soon as they entered the room Keith asked Tim what he wanted to do. Tim replied that since he had never before seen a natural dick up close or hard he wanted to exam Tom’s masterpiece. Tom stood on the bed and Tim leaned in. With his eyes inches from it he examined it as he pulled the skin forward over the head of the rock hard dick. He then gently pushed the skin back admiring the head shiny from natural dick lubricant and precum. After about five strokes of pulling the skin up and then pushing it back Tom told him to stop or he would shoot his load. To the surprise of all Tim leaned in and took the dick head in his mouth. Tom grabbed Tim’s ears to brace himself as he shot deep into Tim’s throat. Tim swallowed and smiled. “Who is next?” After taking Keith’s load the older man joked, “Cock sucking must be like bike riding. Although it’s been ten years since you last sucked you maintained your expertise.” Next Peter stood on the bed and offered himself. Tim eagerly swallowed the third load of the evening. Keith then announced, “Now it’s our turn to take care of you. Let’s give him a long lasting period of pleasure. Pushing Tim onto the bed Peter forced his arms over his head while Tom held down his feet. Keith began his slow erotic torture of the near virgin. He began by licking the young man’s hard nipples. He gently bit each. When there was no cry of pain he bit harder. This time Tim cried out. Keith said he was sorry and continued again licking the nipples. Next Keith moved to each exposed arm pit and again first licked and then bit the nearly hairless pits. Tim’s only reaction was a sigh of pleasure. Moving down he licked the stomach, naval, and inner thighs ignoring the cock and balls. He continued down the legs and nibbled on each toe. Tim’s cut dick was rock hard oozing precum. Keith squeezed the dick head forcing out a stream of juice. He offered the juice to both Tom and Peter who licked the finger clean. Keith continued caressing every part of Tim’s body except the cock and balls. Tim pleaded for release. Keith laughed and stepped away while Tom and Peter continued to hold him down. Finally after more pleas from Tim Keith licked his own finger and gently with one finger caressed the frenulum (the small fold of tissue under the penis head – one of the most sensitive body parts). With only the light touch of one finger on this very sensitive area Tim’s body convulsed as loads of cream erupted covering his stomach, chest, chin and as far as his lips. His body went limp as it reacted to the most intense cumming of his life. Finally he explained, “WOW, you guys are the BEST.” After a brief rest they showered, returned to the room with the platform to observe the activity and then returned to Keith’s room. Tim asked Tom if he could examine his natural dick again. Tom agreed with a condition, Tim was required to let Tom suck him off to completion. Of course Tim agreed. Tim and Tom lay on the narrow bed in the 69 position. Keith suggested he and Peter go to the other room. While Keith had enjoyed playing with their new friend he was more in the mood to be fucked. He wanted privacy away from Tim as he was not sure how their new friend would respond to fucking, YET. Peter understood his friend’s proclivities and gladly gave him what he wanted. As they rode back to the hotel in the taxi after leaving the St Mark’s Keith asked Tim if he would be willing to join them the following evening for more sightseeing. He told him they planned to visit an interesting bar, The Stonewall, in the Village. Tim enthusiastically agreed. Keith suggested Tim come to their hotel room about 6:00 in the evening. Since it would be Friday he also suggested that Tim bring a suitcase with extra clothes so they could play until they departed on Sunday. He could tell his roommates he was going away for the weekend. Keith had purchased tickets for the three (himself, Tom and Peter) to see the recently opened Broadway play Dear World starring Angela Lansbury. He was sure he could obtain a ticket for Tim. After the play they would return to the hotel and change into clothes appropriate for visiting a gay bar. After dropping him off at his apartment on East 32nd Street the three returned to the hotel. Totally exhausted Peter and Tom feel asleep in each other’s arms. A few hours later Tom’s need to piss was followed by his sucking off his lover and then jerking himself for another cumming.
  8. Tom and Peter marveled at the sites of the city as the rode in the cab with Keith from New York’s LaGuardia Airport to mid-town Manhattan. This was the boys’ first visit to the Big Apple. Keith, a frequent visitor, pointed out places of interest as they approached the New York Biltmore Hotel which opened in 1913 as one of three palatial hotels built as part of the Grand Central Terminal development. For three days Tom and Keith would be attending meetings at the Insurance Underwriters Conference based in the hotel. Peter would be free to explore the city during the day and all three would have fun evenings away from the eyes of fellow insurance executives. Olentangy Insurance was paying for the expenses of the travel and conference of Tom and Keith. Peter paid his own airfare and stayed in Tom’s room. Keith’s room was across the hall. They arrived on a Wednesday afternoon. Since Tom and Keith were obligated to attend a reception that evening Peter was free to ‘see the sights.’ Keith proposed he visit a male theater on Eighth Avenue across town. He described the place to Peter and suggested he walk west on 42nd Street the five blocks to Eighth and then turn right going two blocks to the theater. While Keith knew Peter was fully aware of the joys of man sex in numerous forms he still felt it would be helpful to give Peter a reminder of safe and fun behavior. Following a brief lecture on safe sex about keeping his dick to himself Keith suggested Peter not take his wallet, just cash in his pocket including some one dollar bills. When Peter asked why he would need one dollar bills Keith laughed and said, “You sill soon find out.” Peter walked across town on 42nd Street from the Biltmore Hotel through Times Square and up Eighth Avenue and found the entrance to the theater. While walking along 42nd Street between Times Square and Eighth Avenue he saw sights on the street that he could never have imagined. 42nd Street between Seventh and Eighth Avenue was described by The New York Times as "the 'worst' [block] in town.” Times Square was depicted in Midnight Cowboy (released in 1969 just a month prior to Peter’s visit – a movie Tom, Peter and Keith had seen in Columbus) as gritty, dark and desperate, and it got worse in the 1970s and 1980s. In the 1990s New York City initiated a ‘clean up’ of the area. Today this block has lost all its sleazy charm and is a safe, clean tourist destination hosting family entertainment. While not shocked Peter was entertained by the activity along the sidewalk. He received offers from scantily dressed prostitutes for various services. One muscular young man of about twenty wearing the shortest shorts possible that barely covered the dick bulge suggested that Peter accompany him into a theater advertising the movie, Hot and Willing Chicks of the Bayous. He told Peter they could get to know each other better while sitting in the balcony. The most beautiful ‘woman’ he encountered was blond wearing a blue sequined tight short dress and high heeled spiked silver shoes. Her (his) Adam’s apple, large hands and feet were an obvious give away that what was in her crotch would interest Peter more than any of the other ‘women of the night’ (or morning, or afternoon, or anytime). Peter just smiled at the beauty as he continued across 42nd Street with a firmer dick than when he had begun his adventure. At the corner of Eighth Avenue he turned right and walked uptown two blocks. Using Keith’s description he found the entrance to the Exquisite Theater which was just a doorway between a deli and a souvenir store with a sign advertising the ‘hottest boys in New York’. Going up a flight of dirty stairs he encountered a man at a counter. Peter paid the $5.00 admission and entered a dark room with couches. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noticed a few men were sitting and either smoking or starring at each other. He saw a doorway covered by a heavy drape. One man came out through the doorway and another entered. Peter walked through the doorway and found himself in a small movie theater. He noted about ten rows of seats with an aisle on both sides against the wall. He took a seat in the middle of the last row and observed both the action on the screen and activities of the dozen patrons. At least two were sleeping. Half of the remainder were intently watching the movie while the others seemed to be more interested in scanning the room than seeing the movie. While the action on the screen was interesting Peter had hoped to see more than two handsome men in their twenties talking at a poolside wearing extremely brief bathing suits. One stood and walked to the side of the pool. He removed the suit exposing a well formed bubble ass. After swimming a few laps he then exited the pool displaying his well formed body: hard nipples, six pack stomach, and well endowed cut soft dick almost hidden by a forest of fur. While standing he talked to another man who was in a lounge chair. This other man stood and stepped out of his brief swim suit. His well endowed cut soft dick also almost hidden by a forest of fur was both longer and thicker than the swimmers. He stood and the two walked to an outdoor shower. Both soaped their bodies lingering on their nipples. Peter thought it was amazing that they were both able to maintain their softness. The action continued as an older man wearing a brief swimming suit walked into the pool area. He appeared angry that his boy was with another. As the two argued their tempers cooled as the older man took off his briefs and joined the other two in the shower. Note: Had Peter visited the theater two years later the action on the screen would have been much more interesting. Boys in the Sand, a landmark American gay pornographic film, was released at the very beginnings of the Golden Age of Porn. This 1971 film was directed by Wakefield Poole and stared Casey Donovan. Boys in the Sand was the first gay porn film to include credits, to achieve crossover success, to be reviewed by Variety, and one of the earliest porn films, after 1969's Blue Movie by Andy Warhol, to gain mainstream credibility, preceding 1972's Deep Throat by nearly a year. - From Wikipedia. Out of the corner of his eye Peter noticed someone had sat in his row in the second seat from the aisle leaving an empty seat between them. Peter kept his face pointed toward the movie screen while his eyes checked out the visitor. The man began rubbing his crotch. He stroked himself over his pants. He then unzipped his fly and pulled out a large, long hard dick. While stroking himself with one hand he reached up under his shirt and played with his nipples with the other. Peter turned his head and looked into the stranger’s eyes who had turned his face toward Peter. The man smiled. Peter was obviously intrigued and soon realized his dick was rock hard. While the action of the screen had not excited his dick, this real person had. The man slid into the seat next to Peter as they ‘eye fucked’. Being closer Peter noted the man was about forty, average height and had a square, handsome face. The man reached over and touched Peter’s hand. When Peter did not resist his new friend moved the hand to his dick. To Peter’s pleasure the dick was not only large and long it was uncut. He played with the skin in the same way he delighted in playing with his Tom’s skin. As Peter stroked the stranger placed his hand on Peter’s crotch and began massaging Peter’s clothes covered dick. Peter then realized his fly was being unzipped and the hand reached in and rubbed his now dripping dick head. Peter’s dick was painfully maneuvered out as it was necessary to bend the hard dick to release it from the constraints of underware and pants. The man began stroking the now free dick. After a few strokes Peter realized he would soon shoot his load. He gently pushed the man’s hand away and whispered in his ear, “I am close, not yet, please.” The man leaned over and his mouth was just inches from Peter’s dripping dick when Peter pushed him away. As much as he would have loved to pump his juices down the stranger’s throat he suddenly came to his senses remembering Keith’s lecture and he gently pushed the lips away from his anxious dick. After a brief cooling off period the man began stroking Peter again as Peter had continued to stroke the other. Suddenly the screen went blank and disco music began to blare. Lights flashed on the small stage and out walked a young man in his early twenties wearing a cowboy outfit complete with ten gallon hat. With a bored smile on his face he danced to the blaring music. Turning around he leaned over as he removed his cowboy boots while slowly wiggling his ass. In stocking feet he faced the audience and continued dancing. Then he slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt revealing a white a-shirt (tank top). Gyrating more he then unbuttoned his 502 Levi’s jeans. He attempted to tantalize the small audience exposing the crotch of his underware. Then removing his Levi’s and shirt he tossed them off stage and continued to dance in his a-shirt and boxer shorts. After playing with his crotch area he slowly removed the boxers revealing red silk like briefs. Still wearing the cowboy hat he danced in the briefs and a-shirt. He then removed the shirt but kept the hat on. Turning around he slowly removed the briefs exposing his bubble ass. There was a string around his waist and another going down through his ass crack. Turning and facing the audience he continued dancing wearing a sparkling gold colored G string, socks and hat. After a prolonged period of attempting to dance erotically he again turned his back and ass to the audience. Stepping out of the g string he continued dancing wiggling his bubble ass to the spectators while it appeared his right hand was playing with his dick. Removing his hat he turned and faced the audience holding his hat in front of his dick while moving his other hand under the hat apparently fluffing up himself. Finally he removed the hat exposing his soft but fluffed up long thin dick swinging over a pair of low hanging balls. He now moved very slowly while exposing himself. His short blond hair was obviously died as it did not match the thick dark brown forest surrounding his impressive long dick. The naked dancer, except for his ten gallon hat, then walked to the front of the stage and stood in front of one of the spectators swinging his equipment. After a brief swing he moved to the next man in the front row. This time a dollar bill was stuffed in his stocking. The dancer moved in closer and squatted in front of the man with the dollar while playing with his dick. Another dollar was placed in the sock and the close encounter continued. After the third dollar was placed the spectator reached to caress the dick. The dancer smiled and gently deflected the hand. The dancer moved around the room stopping for a look but don’t touch session with those who placed money in his sock. He stood on the two armrests of the seat in front of Peter. When Peter placed a dollar bill in the sock he gyrated. Then Peter inserted a second dollar. The dancer leaned forward placing his hands on Peter’s seat back. He was now leaning over with his dick just inches from Peter’s face. Peter put more money in his sock as the dancer swung his dick within smelling distance of Peter’s nose. All the time Peter continued to stroke his seatmate’s dick who was fondling Peter’s. There were three other dancers wearing various outfits. Each had an impressive but not overwhelming dick. Peter had an opportunity to see each up close as they did their eyes only dances between the seats. The final dancer was black, tall and extremely thin. His dancing was the most graceful of all. He was the only one that actually appeared to enjoy what he was doing. After removing various layers of clothing he revealed the most spectacular uncut dick Peter had ever seen. Long, thick with skin covering the entire head it hung over a pair of large low hanging balls. The small patch of kinky hair crowing the dick appeared to be trimmed. Turning around he danced with his well defined, muscular ass enchanting Peter. Again facing the audience his skin had been pulled back exposing a light pink mushroom head. During his dance among the seats Peter was mesmerized as this Black Adonis stood over him with feet on the armrests of the row in front of him and hands on the back of Peter’s seat. To Peter’s delight not only was the dick hanging inches from his face his armpits were fully exposed. The kinky pit hair also appeared to be trimmed. While stuffing dollar bills in the dancer’s sock his seatmate continued to pump Peter’s aching dick. With the beautiful black dick near his eyes Peter gave out a cry of pleasure as he discharged multiple streams of cum onto the seatback in front of him. The dancer watched the white steams shoot out. He then leaned down and whispered in Peter’s ear, “You are one hot man”. A very satisfied and exhausted Peter cleaned his dick with his ever ready glad rag and kissed his seatmate on the cheek after the dancer returned to the stage for his final bows. Peter walked back to the hotel at a quick pace eager to share his adventure with Tom and Keith. As he walked along 42nd street between Eighth Avenue and Times Square he encountered more activity and offers of brief friendships from ladies, boys and indistinguishable of various sizes and ages; a true smorgasbord of dick happiness (and probably disease). Tom had not returned from his reception. Peter felt the need to take a long cleansing shower to remove the sleaze of the theater although the mutual jerking off with his handsome seatmate had been the only touching activity. The hot water from the shower head hitting his nipples, running on down his chest, across his hard stomach (hardened from the daily exercise in the workout room with Tom back home) tickled his dick that soon rose to full mast. While he vowed he would save himself for his lover his soaped up hands had other thoughts. His fist easily slid up and down the hard shaft lubed with the hotel supplied scented, soft Lux brand soap. Bringing himself close to the edge he abruptly stopped and moved to the second most sensitive area of his body, the arm pits. Holding first his left and then right arms up he gently soaped each pit as the hot water massaged it. Since the sensation from the pits was sending a message to his dick he had to stop as he once again found himself on the edge. Close to the point of no return he twisted the shower faucet turning the hot stream of water to ice cold water. His body reacted to the shock of the change with an immediate deflation of the dick. As the cold water sprayed on his crotch his generous sized dick shriveled while his balls shrunk resembling two little acorns. While the cold water cleansed his body from the thoughts of the dancers he could not resist tantalizing himself again and turned the faucet back to hot. The little dick soon returned to full hardness and balls once again swung low. Taking the bar of Lux soap he again began stroking his dick. Suddenly the shower curtain was pulled back and Tom impeccably dressed in his business suit with a glitter in his eyes and smile on his face said, “Caught you, you dirty boy. Don’t move.” Within seconds Tom’s clothes were on the bathroom floor and he was embracing his man. Tom pushed Peter’s hands away from to dick and forced them over his head. Knowing Peter’s pleasures Tom licked and then bit each arm pit. Peter told him to stop as did not want to lose it yet. Tom spun Peter around shoving him against the shower wall. Using the Lux soap to lube his now hard dick and Peter’s willing hole he then thrusted in with no mercy. Peter cried with pain and pleasure and almost immediately spewed love juice against the wall. Tom continued to pump and within a few strokes was filling his lover. The two naked men slipped under the covers and Peter related the sights along 42nd Street and his observations and encounter in the theater. After hearing Peter’s story Tom got out of bed and placed a chair next to it. He told Peter to sit in the chair. Tom then stood on the bed and leaned over placing his hands on the back of the chair. Tom was now in the same position as the black Adonis had been in the theater. There were two differences. The dancer had maintained a professionally correct soft dick, Tom’s was definitely not soft. In the theater Peter had observed the black, uncut dick that was just inches from his face. He did more than observe the Polish, uncut dick that was now inches from his face. Opening his mouth he accepted the pumping of his lover followed by Polish cream streaming down his throat. The next morning Keith was fascinated by Peter’s telling of his adventures the previous evening. Since Keith had visited the same theater a few months earlier while on a business trip to New York City he relived his experiences as his young friend related the details of the activities with the seatmate and dancers. Keith suggested that Peter keep his dick in his pants while sightseeing that day on his own while he and Tom would be attending insurance seminars. He reminded Peter that he should ‘save himself’ for an evening at the famous St. Mark’s Bath the three would visit that evening. Keith suggested museums, historic places, the Empire State Building observation deck (then New York’s tallest building – the World Trade Center under construction would not accept its first tenants for a year) and interesting walks. One walk that intrigued Peter was crossing the Brooklyn Bridge on foot and then visiting the Promenade in nearby Brooklyn Heights. After breakfast Peter said goodbye to his friends and following Keith’s suggestion took the subway from the nearby Grand Central Station to Brooklyn Bridge Station. Standing in the crowded train as it traveled under Manhattan he felt a pressure against his crotch. He realized the hand of the man he was crushed against in the packed subway car was accidentally or purposely pressed against his dick. He studied the face of a handsome young man about his age. Peer considered what he should do. He had three options: move away, do nothing and let the hand rub him but not acknowledge that he was aware of what was happening or he could move in. Peter chose the third option and pressed back while slightly gyrating. The hand held steady. As Peter’s dick hardened the magic fingers of his new friend stroked him over the pants. As the local train car emptied at 14th Street as most passengers transferred to an express train across the platform he and his new friend were no longer pressed against each other. Peter was now able to observe him as they gazed into each other’s eyes. The professionally dressed man wearing a dark suit, white shirt, conservative tie, overcoat and fedora black hat with a twinkle in his eye said, “That was a nice way to start the day.” Peter laughed as he responded, “It would also be a nice way to end a day.” By the time they reached The Brooklyn Bridge Station Peter learned his friend, Tim, was in a management training program at a Wall Street area bank . Peter told him he was visiting New York with his ‘friend’ who was attending an insurance conference. As they exited the train at its final stop, Brooklyn Bridge, Tim took out a business card and wrote something on the back. Handing the card to Peter, “It would be nice to meet your friend. My business number is printed on this card and my home phone is on the back. Give me a call if you are interested.” He then directed Peter to the exit to the Brooklyn Bridge and crossed the platform to take an express train to Wall Street. Peter easily found the stairs that led to the beginning of the walkway across the bridge. As the sidewalk approached the bride it turned from concrete to Wood planks. As Peter walked along the pedestrian – bike walkway he noted it was in the middle of the bridge between the Brooklyn bound and Manhattan bound vehicle lanes. The walkway was soon elevated above the roadway giving unobstructed views. It was then that Peter to his dismay and shock discovered there were small spaces between the wood planks of the walkway and he could see the water of the East River directly below him. Since he had always been uncomfortable in high areas he suddenly felt light headed and grabbed the side rail. Not wanting to make a spectacle of himself he pretended to be admiring the scenery while holding onto the rail. Realizing the bridge had been completed almost ninety years earlier he wondered if any of the boards of the walkway were from the original construction. Although he wanted to turn around and return to Manhattan he forced himself to continue toward Brooklyn. He was surprised at how many people were crossing the bridge. These walkers and bike riders were a combination of tourists with cameras who strolled as they took photographs and pointed out sights to partner travelers and others, some wearing Wall Street professional attire seriously walked as they commuted to work. Everyone seemed oblivious to the possibility of crashing through the walkway and falling into the East River. Peter scolded himself for being such a wimpy coward and continued on his walk. However he stayed next to the rail with the unconscious thought that he could grab it when one of the planks broke. Periodically he would pass individuals or couples standing against rail viewing the panorama of lower Manhattan, Brooklyn and activity in the river. This would force Peter to walk away from the rail. By the time Peter reached the first of the two towers holding the bridge spans his stomach was in knots. Standing on the concrete walkway of the tower he was relieved. For the first time while on the bridge he was able to enjoy the view. The buildings of Lower Manhattan were in full view. Looking back toward his starting point he could see the twin towers of the World Trade Center under construction. He was surprised at the activity on the river as various vessels passed under the bridge including barges and tug boats. The view toward Brooklyn was very different. At the edge of the river were what appeared to be derelict unused docks. Beyond the docks was a two level highway crowded with slow moving traffic of cars and trucks moving in one direction above the vehicles moving in the opposite direction. Above this two level highway he saw trees and low level buildings. He wondered if that was the area where Keith had told him he would have spectacular views of the New York harbor. Peter realized he was no longer shaking and continued his walk. As he looked east toward the second tower his stomach began to churn again as he realized he would have a long walk on these stupid boards (1,595 feet, 486 meters) between the two towers of the bridge. With sweaty hands and wobbly legs Peter continued his walk. The walkway rose up toward the center of the span. Reaching the center he stopped having become somewhat accustomed to his surroundings and almost enjoyed the view of the city, river and harbor. Suddenly he realized he was not doomed to immediate death and actually enjoyed the second half of his walk. Using a tourist map he easily found the Brooklyn Heights Promenade a half mile (.8 km), ten minute walk from the Brooklyn end of the bridge which as he had suspected was built over the two level highway. The view from the Promenade was awesome. As he leaned against the railing marveling the view of lower Manhattan skyscrapers and the activity in the harbor he heard a voice. A man was standing next to him. Peter looked to his right and standing next to him was an older man, probably around seventy, impeccably dressed wearing a dark suit, pink shirt and paisley ascot. The man asked Peter if he was new to the area as he had not seen him before. Peter replied with a brief explanation stating this was his first visit to New York City and that he was from Columbus, Ohio visiting the city with his friend who was attending an insurance conference. The man introduced himself, Charles Pritchard. He then pointed out various sights including the Brooklyn Bridge, Wall Street and the steeple of Trinity Church at the head of Wall Street, various buildings, the orange Staten Island Ferry gliding into the dock at the tip of Manhattan and to Peter’s delight in the distance the Statue of Liberty. Charles suggested they sit on one of the many park benches along the Promenade. He then told Peter, “When I saw you standing there I had a feeling of déjà vu, suddenly I saw my friend, Arnold, standing. It is uncanny how much you resemble him, or at least the Arnold who I first met fifty years ago.” Peter replied, “He must have been a very special person to you.” “We met briefly my first day at Yale when we stood in line during registration for classes. I thought about him every day after that. Then a week later when I walked into my first class he was there. I sat in the seat next to him. He told me later that he had purposely registered for the same class I registered for. After class we discussed the day’s lecture and shared coffee. We seemed to be drawn to each other and became constant companions. We were together until last year when Arnold passed. After this Promenade was built when the highway was constructed in the early 1950’s we purchased one of the houses overlooking it with the magnificent panorama. In fact, one of the buildings behind where we are sitting is my home.” Peter turned around and noted the line of three and four story attached houses (‘Brownstones’ built using stone from quarries in Connecticut). They each had small gardens between the Promenade and house and windows overlooking the amazing view. Charles pointed out his home, the one with a telescope behind a large picture window. Charles told Peter the view from his home using the telescope was even more spectacular than from where they were. He asked Peter if he would like to see the view from his home and share a morning coffee. Peter gladly accepted being anxious to see the view, the elegant home, continue the conversation with this interesting man and most importantly the realization that suddenly he needed to piss, really needed to piss. Walking the short distance to the front of his home Peter was impressed with the beauty and tranquility of the tree lined street. If it were not for the parked cars lining both sides of the narrow street he could visualize horse drown carriages traveling along this street of the 1800’s and earlier. As they walked Peter told Charles his story. He related how he had met his ‘friend’ fourteen years earlier in his last year of high school, the acquaintance of the two girls, the four attending college together, marriage, two children each and homes next to each other. Charles appeared interested in his story. He made coffee while, Peter to his great relief, pissed in the stately bathroom with fixtures from the turn of the century. Charles wanted to show Peter a photo album. The photos spanned fifty years beginning in 1918, the year of his meeting Arnold. He noted that not only were the two men extremely handsome but the way they innocently posed indicated a deep love for each other. After coffee and conversation Peter was again on the subway thinking about where he and Tom would be after fifty years. There were no erotic experiences during the ride to his next destination, The American Museum of Natural History. He met Keith and Tom back at the hotel and shared his adventures of the day over beers in the hotel bar. Both were intrigued with his experience with the Wall Street stockbroker on the subway. Keith, always interested in exploring new male bodies, suggested that Peter call Tim and invite him to have dinner with them. As Tim entered the restaurant Keith was impressed with Peter’s find in the subway. Over dinner Tim told his story. He explained that as he stood in the crowded subway he suddenly realized his hand was against someone. He started to pull his hand away when he looked at the body attached to the crotch and noted the handsome face. He was both mortified and intrigued. He had been in New York over a year and had never had such an experience. In fact he laughed as he explained that for the past year the only thrill his hand had was with himself. He was conflicted as what to do. The angel in him said ‘move away’ while the devil said ‘go for it’. He convinced himself that this was just the result of a crowded subway and that this handsome young man would pull back if he were annoyed. Instead he suddenly realized the crotch was pressing back against his hand. He didn’t know if that was caused by the swaying of the subway car or intentional. He just innocently stood still. As this crotch pressed into his hand he imagined a hardness. He pressed back against the crotch which began to gyrate. He then turned his hand so he could finger the hardness and the face of the body attached to the crotch smiled at him as they stared into each other eyes. At that point the crowd thinned at 14th street and they no longer had an excuse to press against each other. As their conversation continued Keith told Tim that they were planning to visit the Saint Mark’s Bathhouse that evening. The naïve young man had no idea what a bathhouse was. He was intrigued and was easily convinced to join them.
  9. Tallguyct

    Chapter 7 1966 – 1969 / Transitions

    Vlad and Aiden In January of 1967 Aiden moved in with Vlad and began his PhD studies at Western Reserve University. The highly sexed excitement of living together the previous summer soon turned into a tender committed loving relationship. Vlad was surprised with his feelings as he discovered he was happy being monogamist with just this young man from Georgia. He no longer had urges sleep around. He thought of his previous committed relationships: Franz his teacher in Moscow, Valery the Soviet General, Alan the American major in Berlin and Reg his mentor and lover in Washington DC. Then he chuckled to himself as he thought of his many short term and casual relationships in the Soviet Union and since arriving in the USA. One day during an especially boring faculty meeting he began making a list of all the men he had had a sexual relationship with. He was amazed as the list grew. He thought must really be a man slut as with some of the men he could remember details of the dick but not the face. That night as he and Aiden cuddled while naked under the covers he gently stroked the young man’s back as their hard dicks pressed against each other. For the first time in his life, at the age of forty-seven, he uttered the words, “I love you”. The young man in his arms, twenty-five year old Aiden, wrapped his arms tighter around Vlad as he replied with the same words, ”I love you”. They held each other while deep kissing. Vlad reached down and placed his hand around their two dicks that were pressed against their crotches. He stroked them together as they continued kissing. When Aiden released his juices against their two bodies Vlad used the cum to lubricate himself as he gently stroked himself to completion. With their bodies still pressed tightly together he maneuvered his cum covered hand up to their lips. They sealed their love as they tasted their Soviet-American nectar. With cum in their crotches, cum on their lips and cum in their throats they fell asleep in each other’s arms. When Vlad opened his eyes the next morning he saw Aiden’s wide open eyes staring at him. Aiden smiled as he said, “How did the man I love sleep?” Vlad replied, “I slept the most wonderful night of my life, in the arms of my ‘Love’.” As they embraced Vlad moved his hand down and again stroked the dicks pressed between them. The loving sequence of the previous night was repeated and they soon shared their international juices. Their love deepened as did their commitment to each other. Neither had a desire to have a sexual encounter with someone else. About once a month they would visit the baths together. They enjoyed looking at other men especially those who played together for all to watch. Sweating in the sauna and sunning naked on the sun deck provided sights that sometimes encouraged them to have encounters as others watched but were not permitted to touch. By 1968 Aiden was completing his PhD program. With the unofficial status of ABD (‘All But Dissertation’ meaning class work completed and final research project / dissertation in progress) he obtained a full-time teaching position as ‘Instructor in Finance’ at the recently opened Cleveland State University. Boys of the 1950s and Their Families In the fall of 1966 Peter had an inspiration that he discussed Tom. After making tentative arrangements with their parents in Pleasant Valley they presented the plan to the wives as the two families shared dinner. Tom spoke: “Dear wives, Peter made a suggestion. Next month will be the eleventh anniversary of our meeting. Usually events are celebrated on an anniversary such as the tenth but since when have we done things in a normal way. Peter proposes that we go away for the weekend. We have made tentative plans and if you agree we will finalize them. We have already called our parents. Peter’s and my parents will take the children over Saturday night and each of our families will have dinner with Louise’s or Ann’s parents on Sunday. If you agree in two weeks we plan to drive to Pleasant Valley Saturday morning, drop off the children and take off for an overnight adventure. How about it ladies?” The wives agreed and two weeks later they dropped off the children at the homes of Peter and Tom. They told the wives nothing more about the adventure except that they would stay at a hotel and have an enjoyable lunch and dinner. They also told them that lunch would be at an upscale restaurant and dinner at a casual place where the guys would wear Levis and sweaters. After dropping off the children at their grandparents they continued in two cars to downtown Cleveland. After parking in a lot near Public Square they walked to the Terminal Tower complex that included both Hotel Cleveland and Higbee’s Department Store (see End Note). Leaving their overnight bags with the bell captain at the hotel they then met Roland Johns at the Silver Grille Restaurant on the top floor of Higbee’s. Peter had met Roland eleven years earlier when as a high school senior he visited Cleveland’s largest bookstore, Burrough’s, to buy a copy of Lolita for Louise and himself. Peter could not find the book on the shelves and was embarrassed to ask any of the female employees for help. Then he noticed an impeccably dressed man about fifty years of age sitting at a desk near the back of the store. The man was wearing a black suit with a vest, lavender shirt and a lavender and green paisley tie. Slightly bald and wearing wire rimmed glasses he was busily looking through a stack of books on his desk. Peter went up to him and said: “Excuse me sir, I need some help.” The man appeared annoyed that he was being bothered but as he looked up and noticed Peter’s angelic face he grinned and said. “How may I help you? It’s always a pleasure to be of service to a handsome young man.” Peter replied, “Could you help me find a copy of Lolita?” The man had graciously helped Peter and given him his business card stating that he would help him if he had any special requests. Peter later called Roland, requesting books with gay themes for both himself and Louise. Roland was the first gay adult friend Peter and Louise had. Roland had invited the two to visit the bookstore and he then took them to lunch at the Silver Grille. They had been invited to Roland’s home and treated to a delicious dinner prepared by Roland’s partner of many years, Alex. While Peter and Tom had visited Roland and his partner, Alex, numerous times since then this was Ann’s first meeting and Louise had not seen him since the first visit eleven years earlier. Following lunch the four checked into the hotel where each couple had a room. While the hotel assumed the couples were man and wife they switched with the boys sharing one room and the girls down the hall in their room. They asked their wives to be ready to depart for dinner at 6:00. That afternoon the girls shopped at Higbee’s and the upscale Halle’s. Following a brief encounter of the best kind Peter and Tom first visited Newman-Stern Sporting Goods store. (This store in downtown Cleveland was originally owned by the family of Paul Newman. He had worked in the store in the 1950s.) They then visited the Hobby Store on Prospect Avenue where Peter considered buying a model train for his son. He knew that at age two PT was too young for a quality train set. Actually he just wanted to look at the trains himself. At six they called the girls’ room and then were soon driving to the ‘special’ restaurant. Since they had been told the boys would dress casually the girls did not expect a fancy place but were somewhat surprised when the boys drove them to Pleasant Valley and pulled into the parking lot of the Pleasant Valley Lanes – Bowling Alley. The table in the back of the eating area where the four had their first conversation eleven years earlier was available. As they sat eating their hamburgers and fries while drinking cokes they reminisced about their first meeting. During their senior year of high school Tom and Peter heard a rumor that the head cheerleader, Ann, and a quiet girl in the band, Louise, might not be into boys. Peter had without their knowing seen the girls kissing in the instrument closet of the band room. The boys then invited the girls for a coke at the bowling alley. They laughed about their first discussion in 1955 where Tom was the spokesperson. Following is reprinted from Boys of the 1950s – Chapter 3. Tom began “Ann and Louise we appreciate your coming. What we have to discuss with you is very personal and I want you to agree not to discuss what we say with anyone. This is a very personal issue between Peter and me. We would not want it broadcast around the school and as soon as I explain what’s going on I am sure you will agree. Peter and I have become good friends. While we appear very different on the outside, inside we have very deep feelings for each other. As the quarterback on a champion football team many people assume I am a macho guy who attracts girls and have some really hot, attractive ones falling all over me. The problem is that while I might attract girls I have no interest in dating. Since meeting Peter about a month ago I have come to realize that I would rather spend time with him than any girl. I know Peter feels the same way about me.” Peter nodded his head and said “Sure do. Never thought I would feel about a guy like I do Tom” Tom continued “We have noticed the two of you spend a lot of time together. I have seen Louise come to cheerleader practice and only watch Ann. Peter has seen Ann come to be with Louise after band practice. Knowing how we feel about each other we saw the signs of a special friendship between you two. Now let me finish my speech and then you can ask all the questions you want or tell us to go to HELL and walk out. If you choose the later I hope you never discuss what I have told you with anyone. Anyway, we had our suspicion about the depth of your friendship. Ann, last Friday you came to the band room to see Louise. Peter was helping Mr. Preston sort music. He saw you talking and then slip into the storage alcove at the back of the band room. Peter took a break from helping Mr. Preston and quietly went to the corner of the storage area. He saw you doing exactly the same thing we do when we have a chance. You were kissing. Peter and I would kiss right now except that would set us up for ridicule so instead we are just sitting here holding hands. Peter is holding my hand in a very erotic way. He is doing things with his fingers to mine that really feels good.” Peter just smiled and nodded say “Oh yea!” “Let me continue more and then it is discussion time. Peter feels bad that he spied on you for a few seconds, and believe me it was only a very short moment. He had no interest in seeing what girls do. So, if the two of you feel about each other as Peter and I do we have a scheme. Let’s go out together.” While looking at Ann, Tom continues. “You and I are what everyone would consider the perfect match – the cheerleader and the quarterback. Louise and Peter are the perfect match – the really smart couple with top grades, both in the band and both considered quiet. Next Friday evening there is a sock hop at school. The four of us will go together. I will walk into the dance holding your hand and Peter will walk in holding Louise’s hand. We will do some dancing with you and since you are girls you can dance together as some girls do. No one will suspect your relationship as you will be with dates. Unfortunately Peter and I cannot dance together as guys, but don’t worry we make up for it in other ways in private. I have done a lot of dating because it is expected of me. I have never enjoyed a date. It seems the girls expect me to do things I have no interest in doing. Sometimes they get really pissed because I don’t make out the way they want. Some of them end up thinking I am a good Catholic boy that wants to grow up to be a saint. Actually I am a good Catholic boy that wants to grow up with another man. Can we try dating this one time? To the school the boys will be with the girls but in our hearts the boys will be with each other and the girls with each other.” There was a period of silence and finally Ann said “Holy smoke, that is a lot to consider. Why don’t you guys go watch some of your friends bowl while Louise and I discuss this.” Tom and Peter got up and decided to play some pinball machines. Neither really cared what score they got but realized they needed to put on a good show so played with a lot of animation, yelling and hooping as if their lives depended on it. It seemed like an eternity but was actually less than five minutes when Louise came over and said “OK you crazy guys, let’s talk.” Ann assumed the role of spokesperson. She started “You guys are insane, what you are proposing is the most outlandish plan we have ever heard. You want us to pretend to be hot for you when you are really hot for each other. No one in their right mind would agree to what you suggest.” Both Tom and Peter got a sick feeling. What if Ann and Louise gossiped about what they had told them about their feelings for each other. They had opened their hearts to these girls and now they are being called insane and out of their minds. Peter grabbed Tom’s hand and he could feel him shaking. To them the plan seemed logical. Peter just wanted to get up and run out of the place. Ann continued. “Nevertheless Louise and I are also insane and probably out of our minds. And as you observed sneaky Peter, we are hot for each other. So let’s go to the sock hop and rock and roll. Come on boys, let’s get out of this dump.” That was the beginning – now eleven years later: each couple married with two children and beginning professional careers still cared for each other (girl/girl and boy/boy) as they had back in 1955. After finishing their hamburgers, fries and cokes Louise said: “Tom and Peter, Thanks for planning a perfect day and evening. You picked the perfect place for our anniversary dinner. You guys are really sweet.” Ann continued with, “Thanks, Now since we have freedom from kids for one night let’s go back to the hotel and do what boys do and what girls do.” As they rode the elevator up to their rooms an older couple smiled at them. Tom told the couple, “We’re each celebrating eleven years together. Now married with four children between us it’s great to get away for some ‘quality time’. As they got off the elevator the older woman laughed as she said, “Now you two couples behave and don’t do anything we wouldn’t have done twenty years ago.” The husband smiled as he said, “Oh, to be in our twenties again.” After the elevator doors closed the two couples split with the boys going to their room and the girls to theirs. Closing the room door with one hand Tom shoved Peter on the bed with his other. He flipped Peter onto his stomach. Holding his back down with one hand he pulled Peter’s pants down with the other. He then unbuttoned his Levis, greased his uncut dick with Crisco from the can conveniently on the night stand and shoved in hard. Peter gave no resistance to the attack. In less than a minute Tom was filling his lover. He then flipped Peter over and attacked his cut dick with his experienced mouth swallowing the juice of his love almost immediately. The frenzied activity left the two temporarily exhausted. For about thirty minutes they laid side by side fully clothed with pants down to their knees. They then helped each other get naked and showered together. While the first encounter had lasted less than two minutes total for both the next coupling was slow and sensuous. They touched, hugged, stroked and passionately kissed for over an hour frequently getting close to an end and then by mutual agreement backing off. Their dicks had never been harder or had such pain as they held back. Finally Peter told Tom he could resist no longer. With Tom on his back Peter laid on his stomach and adjusted their dicks so they touched as the two gently gyrated against each other. Their cummings were simultaneous and intense. Following a cooling off cuddling they showered and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. Twice during the night first Tom and later Peter initiated a slow, sleepy loving session. They had driven two cars to the hotel so Tom and Peter could go to church with their parents and children, Tom to the Catholic Church and Peter to the Methodist Church. When Peter arrived at his parents’ home the children were dressed and ready to go to church. On the way to church his mother told about her experience with little PT. He had brought his favorite book, Farmer Brown’s Adventures, to be read at bedtime. When she read the part where the farmer’s young son, Billy, helped milk the cows PT had said, “His name is not Billy, it is David. He is my friend on the farm.” So she read with the name changed as the usually cooperative PT had insisted. Peter then told his mother how the two little boys had bonded. At the Catholic Church Tom took communion from his friend, Father Sean McFadden. After the service while shaking his friends hand Tom told Sean that he would like to visit him but that it would be impossible that day. Sean replied, as they still held hands, “I know we will have time for a meaningful conversation sometime in the near future.” At the phrase ‘meaningful conversation’ Tom felt a twinge in his crotch as he fully understood what they would do during their discussion. A smiling Tom told Sean he would arrange a visit by himself and Peter to the farm in Seville soon when Sean would have free time for conversation. Finally they let go of each other’s hands and Tom departed with his parent’s. When Tom was a teenager as a good Catholic boy he had confessed to Father McFadden on a regular basis. The good priest had heard his confessions about abusing himself and a few years later his attraction to men. The understanding and guidance of the priest had put Tom’s conflicted mind at ease. After Tom’s eighteenth birthday the priest had invited Tom and Peter to visit the farm he had inherited. Their Sean shared both his mind and bed with the two young men. After Church each father took his children to his in-law’s home for dinner. The girls had slept in late arriving at their parents’ homes after the church services. Following dinner and time with the maternal grandparents they drove home to Columbus. 1966 – 1968 Life for the Smiths and Kowalskis was hectic but fulfilling. Peter and Tom both enjoyed their jobs and each other. Louise and Ann both return to school. Louise started her PhD program at Ohio State full time while Ann began her masters of education with part time studies as an evening student at Ohio State. During the day Ann was a ‘stay at home mom’ with the four children. In the evenings the boys or Louise did the dishes, read bed time stories and put the children to bed. The American Dream – New Homes The Kowalskis and Smiths moved into new adjacent homes in the summer of 1968. Tom’s mentor, Keith Kleman, and Peter’s Uncle Will had discussed the financing of the homes with each other and jointly made a proposal. Keith would give Tom $10,000 and Uncle Will the same amount to Peter. With these substantial down payments they would easily obtain mortgages with good terms to purchase the homes which would cost about $40,000 each. Owning real estate and making on time mortgage payments would assist each couple’s developing an excellent credit rating. Until the four children arrived the double, two family home, the Smiths and Kowalskis shared was comfortable. It became apparent that they needed more living space and a bigger yard for the children. They visited the model homes in a new development, Green Briar Estates, in Worthington. The location of this suburb north of Columbus was ideal for commuting to Ohio State University and downtown Columbus. Its schools had a good reputation and the area was children friendly. After looking at various model homes the two couples selected two adjacent lots where each would have a ‘raised ranch’ custom built. The identical homes each had a living room, large dining room, kitchen and four bedrooms on the upper level. A two car garage and finished basement area was on the lower level. Each child would have her or his own room and there was a guest room. There were three bathrooms located adjacent to the master bedroom, in the hall to the other bedrooms and in the basement. The Smith’s basement would have a large office, storage area and laundry room. The Kowalski’s basement would have a large recreation room, workout room, storage area, and laundry room. The office in the Smith home would have two desks with professional chairs, a lounge chair and a futon that could fold down to a double bed. The entrance to the basement bathroom was from the office. Since the land sloped down from the front of the house there was an outside entrance door in the basement at the end of the house nearest the Kowalski’s. The office had windows overlooking the back yard. While Peter and Louise had the greatest need for a home office it would be shared with Ann and Tom. The office also served as a place where the male couple and female couple could share each other. With a door that locked, a futon that folded down to a bed and a bathroom with a shower the opportunity for quality time together was available. A high quality stereo system was installed so music could cover love sounds coming from the office. The Kowalski home was identical except a recreation room replaced the office and the design was reversed so the basement door to the outside was near the Smith’s. The homes were built on their lots as close together as zoning permitted. The paved path between homes was short. Going back and forth to visit or use either the office by the parents or recreation room by the children was easy. The recreation room was designed primarily for the use of the children. It contained a high quality stereo system, the largest television screen available in 1968, a sink and small refrigerator and bathroom. Adjacent to the recreation room there was an exercise room with weight lifting equipment. The athletic Tom convinced Peter to workout most days. Actually each enjoyed watching the other during workout sessions. Afterwards they would use the shower in the Smith’s office for cleaning and screwing. The shower had been specially designed to easily hold two bodies. There was frequent soap dropping during showering resulting with an opportunity to get on ones knees to suck a dick or in Peter’s case bend over and invite a fuck. Both couples assumed they would share some meals. Eventually the schedule consisted of breakfast and lunch eaten by each family in their own home. Evening and Sunday dinners were usually shared by all eight in the dining room of the Kowalskis. Ann did most the meal planning while all four, Ann, Tom, Louise and Peter, shared in the preparation and cleanup. On moving day the professional movers moved all the furniture and boxes. While the adults unpacked the children explored their new home. That evening Peter tucked four year old PT into his new bed in his own bedroom and again read his favorite story, Farmer Brown’s Adventures. For two years PT had requested this simple story about the life of a farmer and his family be read to him at bedtime. The first time Peter read it to him when he got to the part about the farmer’s son, Billy, PT insisted that the name of the son be changed to David, his friend in Seville. Since PT’s favorite storybook was short his father began adding additional adventures to the story. Recently he had been asking PT to suggest activities on the farm. One made up story that PT especially enjoyed was when, in the story line, David’s friend PT visited the farm and they played, did farm work and napped together. After the story Peter went to his new office on the lower level. He and Tom had planned to meet there. Tom was in the office reading his mail and paying bills. Peter entered the office and leaned over to kiss his lover. As he did this, Tom opened a drawer containing a can of Crisco. Peter whispered in his ear, “Does my friend plan to do some baking this evening?” To which Tom replied, “I could bake a cake or just shove my Polish kielbasa sausage into a hot bun.” “Hot Polish sausage and warm buns are one of my favorite treats,” Peter replied. He then stood, locked the door and put Simon & Garfunkel’s new Mrs. Robinson album on the stereo turntable. While they expected no interruptions they could not take a chance that their intimate privacy might be interrupted or loving sounds heard. Neither needed encouragement to help the other undress. Naked, Tom suggested they shower since the sweat from the work of moving had dried on their skin. Peter said “No”. “I want to savor all of your juices, not just your cum.” Peter shoved Tom onto the opened futon that had a large towel covering it to protect it from any love stains. Peter pushed Tom onto his back and forced his hands over his head. He then began exploring his lover’s body with his tongue. The strong odor emitted from Tom resulting from the sweaty hard work of moving so tantalized Peter as he sniffed and then chewed that his own dick jumped up and oozed precum. He squeezed the juice from his dick onto his finger and then rubbed it on his friend’s lips and tongue. Peter then moved down to Tom’s hard nipples giving gentle caresses and painful, but appreciated, bites. Then he moved to the stomach and then balls. After savoring each of the inviting balls he pulled back Tom’s foreskin revealing a shining most dick head. Rarely did he see evidence of smegma (dick cheese) as his lover regularly cleaned his head and skin with water but not using soap since they had read as teenagers in The Encyclopedia of Sex using soap could cause drying out resulting in discomfort during sex. Since at Peter’s request Tom had not showered after the day of sweaty labor during the move to a new home, Peter could now enjoy the natural nectars of his friend. The taste of the elixir of Tom’s arm pits had almost sent Peter over the edge without touching himself. Now the minute pieces of aged dick cheese resulted in a disgusting odor that turned into a unique perfume as Peter savored his lover’s special treat. As he licked the dickhead clean Tom pushed him away. “Enough my friend. My dick has other plans.” Tom then stood and shoved Peter face down, bubble ass up onto the futon. Tom then reached for the can of Crisco and lubed both his dick and his lover’s ass. Kneeling between Peter’s spread legs he leaned in and forcibly rammed in. Peter cried out in pain since his willing hole had not been prepared by the usual foreplay. The pain was both intense and extremely pleasurable. Tom knew exactly what his lover wanted this evening and gave it to him. The pent up desires of both men resulted in almost immediate and massive cummings: Tom into his lover, Peter onto the towel with his dick hard pressed against the futon. Following showers where Peter carefully cleaned away the dick cheese with water the ‘Boys of the 1950s’ returned to the futon which now had a fresh towel protecting it for a night of tender, soft love. Naked they had drifted off to sleep when the alarm went off at 5:00. Both put on pajamas and a robe and quickly went to their bedrooms and wives. As Tom slipped into bed Ann woke and asked him, “So, Did you have a productive night in our new office?” To which Tom replied, “We certainly did. I am positive you and Louise will have a memorable experience tomorrow night. My only regret is that we did not buy a better quality futon, not sure that one will hold up with too much activity.” They both laughed, snuggled and fell asleep. At 6:30 PT came into his parents’ room. “Mommy, Daddy. I woke up and did not know where I was.” Peter pulled the little guy into the bed between himself and Louise. “Don’t worry. You will soon be familiar with your new bedroom where for the first time in your life no one else is sleeping in the room with you.” He thought to himself, ‘sure glad I returned to bed after the night in the office or my son would have had questions about my absence’. The following morning at 5:00 both Tom’s and Peter’s wives returned from the office and crawled into bed. So a new chapter began in the relationship of the four. The ‘office’ became a very popular place for the four, for work and most important – play. The next day Peter told Tom the dick cheese was just a one time thing. While he enjoyed playing with the skin he preferred a clean dick head. Six months later one night at 3:00 while on the futon in the office Peter moved his ass into Tom’s sleeping dick. The dick woke up and found the willing hole. Both were now wide awake with Tom pumping hard. Suddenly the cheap futon broke sending both to the floor, dick still implanted. They both laughed hard as Tom continued to pump. He reached for his lover’s dick and jacked him while he continued to pump while on the floor. They soon both came. The next day they visited a furniture store and purchased a sturdy day bed (sturdy single bed with cushions that can be used as a sofa or bed). 1969 Within a year Louise completed her PhD program and becomes, Dr. Louise Smith. She accepted a full time position as Assistant Professor of Physics at Ohio Wesleyan University less than a thirty minute drive from their new home. Ann was hired by the local school system to teach second grade. In April, 1969 Tom told Peter that he and Keith were attending an Insurance Underwriters Conference in New York City in June. He hoped that since the semester would have ended at Ohio State Peter would be able to travel with them. They would have time for fun and relaxation while at the conference. Keith mentioned some activities of interest including a visit to a large bathhouse, the St. Marks Baths and a bar in the Village that was very popular with men who like men, The Stonewall Inn.
  10. Summer 1966 After their travels in the South including adventures in Key West, Reg and Will returned to Washington where Will stayed a week with Reg, Jake and Rob. Reg enjoyed taking his friend sightseeing. They visited all of the Smithsonian Museums, George Washington’s Mount Vernon and other places of interest. Rob and Jake provided both eye candy and playful sex action. When Will returned home to Ohio Vlad met him at the train station. Will then stayed with Vlad for three days resting from the fun in Washington and viewing a special Monet exhibition at the nearby Cleveland Museum of Art. Actually his visit was not really restful as Vlad was always ready for cuddling or more in the evenings and nights. He told Vlad about the graduate student, Aiden, he had met in Georgia. He explained that Aiden was pursuing his MBA (Master’s in Business Administration) at The University of Georgia while working as a grad assistant. He further related that Aiden hoped to enter a PhD program in a business school in the North. Vlad was interested in hearing about the sexual encounters with the handsome young man and his lover, Martin. Vlad expressed an interest in meeting Aiden. Will was not sure if Vlad had an academic or sexual interest in Aiden. He assumed both with the emphasis on the sex. Will wrote a letter to Aiden thanking him for the interesting times he had shared with him and Martin during his short visit. He also told him that he had discussed his interest in pursuing a PhD in the North with his friend Vlad. Vlad also wrote a short letter to Aiden inviting him to Cleveland to discuss academics and experience the charms of Ohio (alluding that he was one of the ‘charms’). For the next three months the two exchanged letters frequently. They arranged a June visit by Aiden to Cleveland. Vlad mentioned in one of his letters that Will had told him all about his friendship with Martin and that he was also invited to Cleveland. Aiden replied to the invitation of his friend in a letter that included the following: ‘My friend Martin has received tremendous pressure from his family to meet the ‘right’ girl and get married. During a visit to his parents in Atlanta, a student, Pauline, at Atlanta University (now Clark-Atlanta University) and her parents were invited to dinner. She is an education major at this historically ‘black’ university. They went on a couple of dates. One weekend when her parents were out of town she invited Martin to her home for dinner. Her plans were more than dinner. Martin who told me he had no interest in a sexual relationship with a girl soon found himself sitting on the couch with her when she snuggled up to him. She soon had her hand on his leg and then began caressing his crotch. Naturally rubbing of his dick brought on a hardon. She then had his pants open and exclaimed with surprise about the size of his hard dick. Obviously she had seen other hard dicks. The next thing Martin knew she was on her knees deep throating his massive piece. He told me she seemed to be an experienced cock sucker and had no problem swallowing his load. That night they slept in her bed and she opened her cunt to his dick. He does not know if she realizes he was a virgin to sex with a woman. Pauline is now pregnant and all of their parents are thrilled that these two have found each other and will soon give them a grandchild. They are not as thrilled that the child is arriving so soon. In two weeks they will have a quiet wedding. I do not want to interfere in Martin’s straight life and we have by unspoken agreement stopped seeing each other outside of class.’ Will who encouraged the handsome Aiden’s visit north sent him a plane ticket for an arrival in Cleveland in June with an open return date. Vlad met Aiden at Cleveland Hopkins Airport and the two immediately bonded. They stopped for dinner at a local restaurant on their way from the airport to Vlad’s apartment. Their conversation was easy as if they had been friends for years. Both had many questions about the others background. Aiden was especially interested in Vlad’s life in Russia. Upon arrival at the apartment neither needed any encouragement to embrace as an appetizer for more. They were soon sharing the shower playfully washing and caressing each other. Aiden enjoyed playing with the skin partially covering the head of Vlad’s steel hard dick. Vlad warned Aiden that his rising juices could not stand too much play without erupting. This only encourage the southern gentleman who kneeled and continued to play with his eyes just inches from the Soviet dick. When Vlad began to thrust Aiden swallowed the Stalin (the Russian word for steel) dick and was rewarded with his first of many tastes of Soviet cum. Following drying each other and a quick recovery Vlad soon was enjoying the southern hospitality of his guest. At one point Vlad swallowed together both Aiden’s smallish dick and balls. This was soon followed by Vlad’s first taste of pure Southern juice. The night continued with periods of cuddling sleep and tender sex. Will had told Vlad that Aiden was not into anal sex as either a top or bottom. Vlad, who had no problem introducing new concepts in the classroom planned to introduce the joys of the ass to Aiden in the future, not this first night. Over a long breakfast the two continued their discussion of academic issues that had begun by mail three months earlier and continued over dinner the previous evening. They had discussed and each received information by mail about programs available in northern Ohio. Vlad had also spoken to the Dean of Western Reserve’s School of Business (FYI: in 1980 the school was renamed The Whitehead School of Management). Since the regular school year had ended the Dean and many of the School of Business faculty were not available. Vlad, as a respected professor, was able to arrange a meeting by Aiden with the Associate Dean of Business and a lunch with three faculty members. Based on these meetings and a number of other factors Aiden decided Western Reserve University would be a perfect fit for his plans. The other factors included the fine facilities of the university, its library and research opportunities, its location in the cultural center of Cleveland and last but possibly the most important his, new friendship with Vlad. Aiden planned to complete his MBA at The University of Georgia in the fall semester and would be able to begin PhD studies in Cleveland in January. He began the application for admission to the PhD program process. Both he and Vlad had research projects to complete that summer. With Vlad’s assistance and recommendation Aiden was able to obtain full access to the Western Reserve Library. With this opportunity Aiden accepted Vlad’s offer to stay in Cleveland for the summer. He would stay in Vlad’s apartment and the two planned to explore interesting places in the area (as well as explore each other). Their first trip outside the city was to visit Will’s farmhouse near the small rural town of Seville. Since Will had been responsible for Aiden’s meeting Vlad the Southerner wanted to personally thank him for the introduction. Will was thrilled to see his young friend again. Of course the three shared Will’s large king-size bed and while Will at the age of seventy-one was not as active as the other two he did share some activities with the two and enjoyed being in bed with them as they got frisky. They met Paul Winkler, the handsome farmer friend of Will and his circle of friends including Peter Smith and Tom Kowalski. The ‘straight’ Paul was never aware of the gayness of his many friends. While Will owned the farmhouse Paul’s father owned the barn and farm fields surrounding the house. Paul and his father jointly operated the farm. The first afternoon of the visit Aiden met ‘straight’ Paul when he came to do the afternoon milking. It was a hot, muggy Ohio summer day. Paul invited Vlad and Aiden to join him and his sons at the swimming hole on the other side of the pasture that evening. Not wanting to reveal their sexuality Aiden and Vlad put on conservative bathing suits and walked across the pasture to the swimming area. Paul and his two sons: Paul Jr. age five and David age two were splashing around in the water. As they approached Paul stepped out of the water to greet them. The two were shocked and pleased that Paul was naked. Aiden felt a rush as he eyed the handsome, muscular hard from farm work body. His black curly hair matched the thick thatch crowning one of the biggest soft dicks he had ever seen. As Paul’s penetrating brown eyes seemed to bore into Aiden’s soul the Southerner’s dick started to respond. Aiden stepped out of the bathing suit and immediately jumped into the cool water. He was somewhat embarrassed by the size of his less than impressive dick compared to Paul’s. But he convinced himself that if the farmer were ‘straight’ he would have as much interest in his dick as he, himself, had in checking out girl’s tits (which was zero). They splashed, floated, and played with the children. As much as Aiden would have enjoyed brushing against Paul’s masterpiece he purposely avoided any contact with the farmer. As they walked back to the farmhouse Vlad told Aiden the tales his friends Peter and Tom had told him about Paul. When in high school the three had jerked off together a couple of times which revealed that the large soft dick was even more impressive as a hard shooting dick. He also told how Peter and Tom had provided a place and cover for Paul to fuck his girlfriend, Rachel, who was now his wife. He laughed as he related the story of Jacob, Paul’s father, seeing them fucking against the kitchen table when he almost entered the farmhouse to check on it since it was then only used a few times a year by the owner, Sean, a priest who had inherited it. Jacob had immediately driven to town and made a purchase at a drug store where he normally did not shop. That evening he confronted his son about his activities with the girlfriend. Jacob then told his son that he realized there was no stopping him once he discovered the joy of sex. He further stated that the only way to stop it would be to cut off Paul’s dick or lock him up. Since this would be painful and he needed his son on the farm he presented him with a bag full of rubbers with strict instructions to hide them from his mother. Vlad then filled in Aiden on the original owner of the farm. Sean, a priest in Pleasant Valley – a suburb south of Cleveland, had inherited the farm from his Uncle Bob. Back in the 1930s Bob and Jacob Winkler (Paul’s father) had been young man lovers. Bob had died during World War II on ‘D Day’ and Sean inherited the farm. Bob knew Sean was gay. Jacob Winkler eventually married and was the father of Paul, grandfather of Paul Jr. and David. Uncle Bob’s will had stated that if Sean did not farm the farm it should be given to Jacob. Sean happily transferred the farm to Jacob who had been renting the fields and barns for a nominal amount. Jacob then sold the farmhouse to Will who had made additions and improvements to it. Sean was given use of the farmhouse. He and his boyfriend, Frank – a priest in the Akron area, met there sometimes midweek for ‘religious experiences’ (Vlad laughed at this final expression). Aiden expressed an interest in meeting Peter Smith, Will’s nephew. Peter with a PhD in engineering and a professorship at Ohio State in Columbus was pursuing the career Aiden hoped to follow. Will called Peter and a meeting at the farmhouse the following week was arranged. That evening at dinner in their home in Columbus Peter discussed his planned meeting with Aiden with his wife Louise. As soon as two year old Peter Thomas, ‘PT’, heard his father mention visiting the farm he said: “Daddy going to farm. Please Daddy – I go. I see the cows. I see David. I go. Please.” Neither his mother nor father was surprised at his request. Months earlier his first word had been ‘Mommy’ then within a week ‘Daddy’. The next two words were ‘cow’ and ‘David’. Whenever they visited the farm he wanted to see the cows. He wanted to get up before sunrise and watch the cows being milked. He wanted to help but at two years of age it would be dangerous for a little boy to be too close to a cow. He also wanted to visit David Winkler who was also two years old. The boys played together and napped together. During visits to the farm if they were not with the cows or David little PT would ask when he could see either. Daddy agreed to take PT with him. The boy jumped out of his chair and ran to his father and gave him a big hug. Meanwhile, his twin sister, Louise, showed no interest in going to the farm. She was happy to stay home with Mommy. Upon arrival at the farm Vlad and Aiden met Peter and his son as they got out of the car. After brief introductions they immediately visited the pasture as PT wanted to see and talk to the cows. While holding his son in his arms Peter let PT talk to and pet the cows. They then drove to the nearby farm of Paul and Rachel Winkler where little David was anxiously waiting for the visit by his friend, PT. Rachel happily welcomed the guest knowing how much her son enjoyed playing with PT. They agreed that PT would have dinner with the Winkles and that all the men and boys would meet at the swimming hole that hot evening. Back at the farmhouse the four, Will a retired college art professor, Vlad and Peter both university professors and Aiden an aspiring professor enjoyed discussing academic issues, graduate study and the challenges and grief of academic politics. Since Will had lived most of his life in Daisyville in southern Georgia and knew Aiden was from a small Georgia town he asked Aiden about his hometown. Aiden replied, “I was born in and grew up in Cou Rouge (French for ‘red neck’), a very small town with a population of less than five hundred on the western border near Alabama.” At the mention of Cou Rouge Will became agitated. “Did you say ‘Cou Rouge?” “Yes, have you ever been there?” Will replied, “No, but the ‘Love of My Life’ was from there. I don’t want to say anything bad about your home but that town was not nice to my JB Huntington.” Aiden seemed as surprised as Will, “My mother was a Huntington. She must have been related to your ‘Love’. In fact I remember a scandal a few years ago. My mother’s cousins had been boasting how their long lost brother was going to make them rich. They then learned that their rich brother had left very small amounts to them, had given bequests to the Cou Rouge library and the University of Georgia. Most of the inheritance was given to some ‘Perverted hustler from the North’ who had bewitched their brother and stolen their inheritance. In a small town everyone knows everyone’s business.” Peter then stood and walked over to Aiden. Extending his hand he said, “Shake my hand friend. You are now shaking hands with the ‘Perverted hustler from the North’ who stole your relatives’ inheritance.” Will then told Aiden the story of his Lover, JB. “Jerry Bob, JB, had grown up in Cor Rouge. When it became apparent he was different from the other boys his life became hell. His mother, father, brothers and sisters all made fun of him. Upon graduation from high school he left home and with his high grades and perseverance enrolled in a university. He graduated with a degree in economics, a field of study that he both excelled in and enjoyed. He obtained a position at Daisyville College where we met. Our friendship turned into a loving relationship of thirty-five years. A few years after we met and became lovers he left Daisyville and entered a PhD program at the University of Georgia and eventually became a faculty member there. After he left Daisyville we maintained our devoted friendship and saw each other frequently since the University of Georgia in Athens is about a five hour drive on country roads from Daisyville. One of us would travel to the other or we would meet halfway for a weekend of ‘friendship’ (said with a smile). We spent every summer together traveling throughout the USA and as our incomes increased throughout Europe. During this time his family totally shunned him. He never felt welcome when he visited home, even by his parents. He never even suggested I visit his home. Eventually he stopped trying to have a relationship with his family. With his economics background and natural abilities he was a genius when it came to investing. While others lost money during the ‘Depression’ JB turned his small savings into substantial wealth. Eventually he owned real estate in Athens, Georgia, where he lived. He helped me make wise investment decisions and eventually both of us were financially comfortable. We hid our wealth from families and coworkers. When we retired the two of us moved to Ohio, my home state, and bought the farm house here in Seville. A few years later JB passed away following a cancer related illness. We discussed the distribution of his wealth. JB wanted me to inherit all his estate except for a few gifts to charities and the University of Georgia. I suggested that since I was financially comfortable and planned on leaving my wealth to my nephew, Peter Smith, that JB give the bulk of his estate to Peter. You might ask, ‘Why do I plan to leave my wealth to Peter?’ I grew up on a farm not far from here. While my family was not as wicked as JB’s I never felt I was part of it. I moved to the south to get away from the hostility and innuendos I suffered as I grew up. When I would visit my brother, Peter’s grandfather, he tolerated me but never showed any affection. Neither did his wife, Peter’s grandmother. Peter’s mother was the only person in the family who showed affection and an interest in my life. Eventually when I visited Ohio I would stay with them. After Peter graduated from high school I invited him to spend the summer in Daisyville with me. I needed someone to help me with various projects and Peter seemed a likeable boy. I never assumed he was gay. We eventually discovered our mutual interests. Peter had a relationship with my handsome Negro yard worker, nephew of my housekeeper. Henry was not only handsome, he was extremely bright and motivated. Henry then met, Seth, an acquaintance of Peter’s. To make a long story short, Seth, a cute red headed white young man, and Negro Henry eventually moved north where Henry is a teacher in Cleveland and Seth works for a landscaping firm. “ “There was a very funny incident concerning the reading of the will. JB’s family who had shunned him for years attended the reading of the will. They of course were shocked to learn they had been left almost nothing. They made a scene in the lawyer’s office calling Peter all kinds of nasty names. They did not realize that the young man getting them coffee and donuts and sitting next to the lawyer was Peter who wanted to see just what kind of people JB’s relatives were. One cruel thing they had done to JB was not tell him when either of his parents had died. So my friend, that is my history with your hometown.” Aiden laughed as he related how his grandmother on his father’s side had reacted to JB’s death. “When she heard that JB had died she told about the crush she and all her girlfriends in high school had on him. She told me that he was the most handsome and elegant dresser in their class. More than one girl pursued him. However, none succeeded in getting his attention and to the sorrow of many of her friends he left town immediately after his high school graduation.” After a light supper Peter suggested a circle jerk to reduce the pressure of swimming naked with the handsome straight farmer. Having seen Paul’s impressive piece Aiden agreed to the need to cool his dick prior to the swim. Placing a newspaper on the floor the three dropped their pants revealing their ready to beat dicks. Will was happy to keep his pants on and enjoy watching the action. Actually the newspaper was not needed to keep the floor cum free as Aiden kneeled and swallowed both Vlad’s and Peter’s juices. The seated Will asked Aiden to stand in front of him as he soon savored the Georgian juice. Upon arrival at the swimming hole, even with their recent cummings, all three felt twinges in their crotches as Paul dropped his pants and then scratched his balls while he innocently displayed his masterpiece. That night Peter and Will happily cuddled in Will’s bed downstairs. They wore sleep shorts as PT slept on a cot in their room. They wanted to give Vlad and Aiden privacy. From the sounds emitted from upstairs the two were having an enjoyable night. At the crack of dawn all except Will met Paul and his father, Jacob, and little David in the barn to milk the cows. Peter supervised the two year old boys as Vlad helped milk and Aiden was given a ‘how to milk’ lesson. With the completion of the milking Paul returned home taking David and PT. Grandfather / father, Jacob, remained for coffee and to share the sticky buns he had brought that his wife had baked. Actually Jacob wanted more than coffee and both Vlad and Peter were willing to give the fifty-three year old farmer what he wanted. Jacob was soon naked on his back on the bed. Aiden assisted by helping Vlad and then Peter lube their dicks. Both plowed into the willing ass and planted their cum. Will who had thought he would not be up to pleasing his friend was inspired by the two younger men and was next in line to take care of the farmer. Aiden who thought he had no interest in fucking became aroused by the sight of his friends’ activity and dropped his pants displaying a small but eager hard dick. When Will pulled out Aiden moved in and fell into the ass lubricated with both Crisco and the cum of his three friends. The once naive boy from the south soon discovered the joy of being a top. Jacob then took a quick shower while his ass dripped cum deposited by his four friends. He returned to his work at his farm while the others continued their academic discussions. PT spent the day with his friend, David, while the four friends drove to Amish country, about an hour drive south in the heart of Holmes County. This was Aiden’s first sighting of the Amish. He was amazed at the horse drawn buggies traveling the country roads. He thought his friends were joking when they pointed out that there were no electric or telephone lines going to the homes. As his friends explained the lifestyle of the Amish he enjoyed seeing the strong men working in the fields using horses to power their farm vehicles. At lunch in the Village of Berlin he was surprised to see Amish families eating their noonday meals. He enjoyed the home style meal and had his first taste of elderberry pie made from bitter berries that when sweetened with a lot of sugar results in a real mid-western treat. That evening they again met at the swimming hole. Naked and glorious Paul was already there with his son David and PT. Jacob soon joined them. While his dick was impressive it did not compare to his son’s in size or perfect construction. After the swim Jacob accompanied the visitors including PT and Will back to the farmhouse while Paul returned to his home with David. Aiden had mentioned during the day how surprised he was that he so enjoyed topping Jacob. The other three discussed Aiden’s new found pleasure and decided to orchestrate their next encounter so that Aiden went first. Having been the fourth fucker that morning Jacob’s hole had been well opened, especially after Peter with his mushroom head and above average dick. They decided, without letting Aiden know their plan, that Aiden with the smallest dick should go first. Jacob would be the tightest at the beginning and Aiden would most likely feel the joy of the fuck more than that morning. While Peter gave PT a bath and got him ready for bed in Will’s downstairs bedroom the others went upstairs to give Jacob a happy time. Aiden was told to go first not knowing this had carefully been planned to give him the optimum feeling of a tight hole. He fucked and shot. Will and then Vlad did their duty. After Will finished he went downstairs to tuck PT in and read him a bedtime story while his father who had the longest and thickest dick went upstairs to pleasure himself and Jacob. The following morning after milking the cows, a hearty country breakfast and visit by Jacob for a farewell fuck from all Peter and his son departed for home in Columbus and Aiden and Vlad departed for Cleveland. On the way to Cleveland their discussion included Aiden’s newly found pleasure, topping a man. He told Vlad how the second and third fucks felt much better than the first. He further stated he assumed it got better with experience. Vlad did not tell him that it probably felt better since Jacob’s ass was tighter the second and third time since the others with bigger, thicker dicks had not loosened him prior to Aiden’s fucking. For the following four weeks both Vlad and Aiden worked at home and in the university library on their research projects. Of course nights included loving sessions. While Vlad preferred topping to being a bottom he had enjoyed pleasing a number of men in both Russia and the USA. One night as Aiden was deep throating him while Vlad stroked his friend’s dick Vlad rolled over onto his stomach and lifted his ass. He then reached for the night stand, opened the drawer and took out the can of Crisco. Aiden needed no instructions. He lubed both his dick and Vlad’s ass as he had seen it done with Jacob. He leaned forward and easily shoved in his smallish dick. After pumping awhile Vlad said, “That’s great. But I want to look into your eyes as we make love. Let me roll over.” Aiden pulled out as Vlad rolled onto his back. He reached for a pillow to position the ass and smiled at his friend. Aiden placed Vlad’s legs on his shoulders as they had done with Jacob and returned to the waiting hole. In less than a minute Aiden was pumping into his friend as Vlad jerked himself off. The pulsating of Aiden’s dick inside him so tantalized Vlad that he soon shot streams of cum that landed on his belly, chest and lips. Aiden went to the bathroom to retrieve washcloths to clean himself and Vlad. They snuggled and within an hour the young Southerner again had the Russian’s legs on his shoulders as he grinned and fucked. The following afternoon Vlad took his friend to Club Cleveland. He gave Aiden no hints as to what might happen. The young man was amazed as they walked the halls and visited the steam room and sauna. In the steam room where only shadows could be seen he was groped by at least five men. Vlad stayed next to his friend making sure no one got too aggressive. In the large open ‘orgy’ room a man of about fifty was laying on his stomach on the platform in the middle of the room. Vlad told Aiden that the man obviously wanted to be fucked. Vlad had warned Aiden about fucking strange men and told him he must use a rubber. Vlad told his friend to restrain himself for two minutes while he got some rubbers. As soon as Vlad returned Aiden rolled the rubber onto his ever ready dick and moved in. The man showed little emotion as he was fucked. After pumping awhile Aiden pulled out and removed his dry rubber. As they walked back to their room he explained that he got little pleasure from someone who showed no feeling. He believed jerking off was better than fucking a lifeless hole. Vlad told him that he had the same feeling. Originally he had planned to fuck the guy next but the lack of emotion left his dick limp. As they sat on the bed in the small room talking with the door open ‘Fill me up – Phil’, the club’s unofficial welcomer, walked by. Phil immediately turned around and stood at their door and stared at Aiden. “Well, I do see a new face and dick. I would like to officially welcome you to Club Cleveland. Your friend who I have already had the pleasure of having pleasure with is welcome to watch as I pleasure you.” Phil got on his knees in front of the sitting Aiden stroking his dick which needed no encouragement. Phil then rolled a rubber onto Aiden. He then stood and leaned against the bed. With his ass fully exposed he accepted Aiden. Within a minute Aiden was filling the rubber. When he pulled out Phil turned around, slid the rubber off and pulled it over his dick. Then as he had done for Vlad and many others stroked himself while wearing the cum filled rubber. After shooting a second load into the rubber he smiled saying, “Welcome to Club Cleveland!” Then still wearing the rubber he departed the room with a swing of his ass. Vlad then told Aiden how Phil made it his personal responsibility to welcome newcomers or should it be newcummers to the bath house. By the end of the summer Aiden had met other interesting friends of Vlad. They had been invited to dinner at the home of Roland and Alex, the couple now in their fifties who had met over thirty years earlier when Roland was a university student and Alex a poor Russian immigrant worked as a laborer for a landscaper. Alex now owned his own successful landscaping firm and Roland was the assistant manager of Cleveland’s largest bookstore. Alex’s bottom was always available to all as a final course to the dinner served. While the gourmet meal he prepared for his guests was outstanding as usual the after dinner fuck was what Aiden remembered most about the evening. Vlad invited his former lover, Adam and his lover – Noah to dinner. Vlad had met Adam in a cruising men’s room at the university. The two had been lovers but Adam reluctantly broke it off as he did not believe that he as a Negro and Vlad could have a successful relationship when so many were prejudice against blacks. Adam, a talented artist, upon meeting Aiden suggested a portrait be done of the handsome young man. Aiden had seen Adams work on the walls of Vlad’s bedroom where there were nude drawings of Vlad, Noah, Peter and Tom. Aiden agreed to model after dinner. The completion of the drawing was delayed as all four, Aiden, Vlad, Adam and Noah, were soon entangled in an evening of enjoyable black and white sex. Once when returning from a visit to Will at the farmhouse in Seville Aiden and Vlad saw a young man with his thumb out as they turned off the farm road onto Route 3, the main road to Cleveland. When asked where he was headed the hitchhiker replied Lakewood (a suburb west of Cleveland). Riding in the back seat he introduced himself as Joe. He was hitchhiking from his home in Wooster to his girlfriend’s home in Lakewood. They were both students at The College of Wooster. When he discovered that Vlad was a Russian, Joe had many questions. By the time they approached the southern suburbs of Cleveland they easily talked as if they were longtime friends. Joe then explained that he was really excited and also nervous about his immediate plans. Joe then told Vlad and Aiden that he and his girlfriend had dated for two years. They had kissed a lot but until recently Joe had never done more than play with her tits. A few months earlier he had pulled down her panties and rubbed her pussy. He then had opened his fly and pulled out his hard dick. He held his hand over her hand as she stroked him and brought him to a climax. They had done this a few times. Finally she had agreed to go all the way. She had been keeping track of her periods and had determined this weekend would be a safe time to do it. Joe obviously was very excited and wanted to share the news with someone. However, he did not want to talk to his buddies about this until the act was successfully completed so he was thrilled to be able to discuss it with his new friends who he would never see again. Vlad then said, “Did I hear correctly that you planned to fuck with no protection?” Joe replied, “We have no worries. She has researched women cycles and determined this weekend is OK.” To which Vlad replied, “What you are using is the ‘rhythm method’. Do you know what men who fuck using the ‘rhythm method’ are called?” “No” replied Joe. “They are called ‘Fathers’. There is only one way to totally prevent pregnancy. Don’t fuck.” At that moment Vlad who was driving stopped and pulled into the parking lot of a Rexall Drug Store. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Vlad returned from the drug store carrying a bag. He handed it to Joe. “I assume you know how to use these.” Joe looked into the bag and pulled out a box of rubbers. Vlad continued. “Have you ever put one on and jerked off?” Joe replied, “I have jerked off a lot, but never with a rubber on.” Vlad: “Please wear one. I suggest you practice before you try to use one when you are ready to fuck. If you thought you were going to do it this evening better practice now so later you can concentrate on pleasing your girl and not have to worry about the complications of using a rubber. Opening the package and then rolling it on is a little tricky. Like many things it is difficult the first time. If your girlfriend is helping you get it on and it does not roll on easily you might spend so much time working on your dick that you shoot your load just getting it in place. You better practice. You will have total privacy if you just do it in the back seat. We won’t look. When you finish tie a knot in it and throw it away. Do not flush it down the toilet. It could mess up the plumbing and worse it might only go part way down and float back up after you thought it was flushed. I assume you do not want her parents to find a cum filled rubber floating in the toilet.” Joe replied, “You are the greatest friend a guy could have. Her parents are going out this evening so we hoped to do it soon after I arrived. I will do as you suggested.” Aiden and Vlad were amused as they heard the sounds of pants moving down and a pack of rubbers being opened. Joe was soon moaning as he was apparently stroking himself. He obviously shot a healthy load as his cry of joy indicated. Without looking Aiden handed him a handkerchief to clean himself. Joe then announced, “Thank you both! Stop at the next drive-in restaurant and I will throw away my evidence.” Although Lakewood was out of their way since it was west of Cleveland and Vlad lived east of downtown they offered to drive Joe to his girlfriend’s door. They wanted to meet this lucky young women. After meeting Joe’s Mary, Vlad handed him a business card and asked him to write them about his visit to Lakewood. Joe smiled as he put the card in his pocket. When Vlad put his hand out to shake Joe’s with a goodbye jester, Joe wrapped his arms around Vlad and whispered into his ear, “You are the greatest.” Joe then hugged Aiden in a not so manly way. A week later Vlad received a letter from Joe: “Dear Vlad and Aiden. Thank you for the ride to Lakewood. Your suggestions were excellent. After we did it the first time I told Mary about your advice. She laughed and said she was happy I was not picked up by a preacher while hitchhiking as he would not have been so helpful. After I mail this letter I must go to the drug store and buy another box, the twelve in the original box are all gone. …… the letter continued with comments about school and his classes in the fall …. Thanks again, Joe.” At the end of the summer Aiden returned to his studies in Georgia. The following January he happily moved into Vlad’s apartment and began his PhD program at Western Reserve University.
  11. Key West Florida, February 1966 With an early start the next morning they planned to be in southern Florida by the late afternoon. Since sections of I-95, the north-south interstate highway that would travel along the east coast from Maine to Florida were not completed their trip would include a combination of country roads when leaving Daisyville to sometimes congested long distance highways and then sections of high speeds on I-95. By dinner time they were in Fort Lauderdale where they stayed at one of the new ‘Holiday Inns’. With the exception of congestion around Miami the drive to Key West would hopefully be an easy drive. The final part of their travels that day was on the ‘Overseas Highway, a 113 mile (182 km) journey along US Route 1. This scenic road goes through some very ecological sensitive areas while passing through interesting villages. The highway jumps from key (a small low island) to key. The impressive Seven Mile Bridge (11 km) seemed like an endless roadway skimming the ocean between Knight’s key in Marathon to Little Duck Key. They were told the best beach near Key West was on Bahia Honda Key. They stopped at the Bahia Honda State park for a break from driving and most important seeing the ‘boys’ on the beach providing memorable ‘eye candy’. Finally by mid-afternoon they arrived at the Rainbow Guest House located on a narrow street just off Duval Street, Key West’s main street lined with bars, restaurants, galleries and tourist traps. The guest house had been recommended by a friend of a friend of Reg as a place where men with men could enjoy a relaxing vacation. The property was surrounded by a fence six feet (1.8m) high and thick tall shrubs that gave total privacy to the property. The flowering bougainvillea and hibiscus included in the shrubs gave color that truly represented the name, Rainbow Guest House. The property consisted of a house with six guest rooms on the second floor and an L shaped one story building containing eight guest rooms. The rooms in the L had sliding glass doors opening to the pool area. The property was beautifully landscaped. There were chaise lounges with thick comfortable pads as well as wrought iron tables and chairs around the pool. . A deck on the second floor of the house could be entered from the house or by a stairs near the pool. A wall about four feet (1.2m) high surrounded the upper deck giving it privacy yet plenty of sun. The upper deck had seven chaise lounges. The street entrance to the guest house, pool and pool area rooms was through the guest house. The door to the street was always locked. To enter a person had to push a door bell or use the key given to each guest. Arriving at the guest house Reg pushed the bell. A voice from a speaker at the door answered. Reg gave the voice his name stating he had a reservation. With the sound of the lock being released Will pushed the door open and the two entered the reception area. A man of about forty greeted them. “Hi, I’m Jason, welcome to Rainbow Guest House.” Tall, thin Jason was barefoot wearing only a pair of torn cut off tight Levis. The treasure trail leading to the bulge in his shorts was the only hair on his torso. He smiled as he discussed the atmosphere at the guest house. When Reg had called to make the reservation he was told the guest house only accommodated men and that nude sun bathing was accepted. He had been asked if he would be offended or uncomfortable if he saw someone nude lounging around or swimming in the pool. Reg assured Jason that neither he nor his friend would object and they would enjoy seeing men au natural. He further stated that they would probably also sun bathe nude. Jason repeated the possibility of nude sun bathing and swimming. He also stated that while officially guests were to be discrete sometimes they displayed their happiness. Assured that these new guests would enjoy the ambiance of the guest house Jason completed their check in and took them on a tour of the facility. They were first shown to their room overlooking the pool. They entered through the double sliding door. The room was not luxurious. It contained a queen size bed, small table with two chairs, a low dresser with a TV, bathroom with a shower and rack for hanging clothes. Just outside the door there was a platform with two padded chairs. There was one step down to the pool deck. They noted three men were lounging around the pool either sleeping or reading. All wore brief, Speedo type, bathing suits. Jason led them up the stairs to the upper deck. Two men, both naked, were on chaise lounges. One was lying on his stomach with an incredible ass enjoying the sun. The other, about fifty with a pot belly, was lying on his back reading a muscle magazine (Popular in the 1960s, contained pictures of handsome, not necessarily muscular, men wearing g strings or naked standing in a position so their dicks were hidden). His unimpressive cut dick was hard. He looked over the top of the magazine when they entered the deck and said, “Welcome to the Rainbow,” as he scratched his balls. They then were escorted back to the main house where Jason guided them to the living room with sofas, lounge chairs, a TV and a bookcase with books that they were welcome to borrow during their visit. They noted muscle magazines on the table. Jason also pointed out a small kitchen area where hot water for instant coffee and tea was available as well as cookies. He told them a continental breakfast buffet would be set up at the end of the pool or in the living room on rainy days. He also pointed out a bulletin board and brochure display case where information about Key West entertainment and restaurants was posted. Jason then told them that massages were available. Juan, a young man who had escaped Cuba, was the Rainbow’s maintenance man. Juan also had magic fingers and was available to give massages. Jason gave them a card with the prices and explained not all types of massages were listed. The basic massage was thirty or sixty minutes with a price listed on the card. However, Juan would give a special massage for double the price. Jason then said with a smile and wink, “Juan knows how to make all of your body feel good!” As they walked back to their room Reg and Will saw Juan watering plants around the pool. The handsome dark skinned Cuban, about 5’ 6” (1.67m) wore only a pair of gym shorts and sandals. The black curly shoulder length hair matched the thick thatch on his chest. As they passed him he smiled while saying in broken English, “Welcome gentlemen, I hope you enjoy your visit here.“ Both Reg and Will had erotic feelings as they returned the greeting observing his macho, rough face, deep seated almost black eyes, full lips, defined chest, six pack, muscular arms and legs. The large hands on this small but mighty man seemed out of place. Both men assumed a huge uncut dick that matched the large hands was creating the bulge in the shorts. Entering their room Reg said, “If getting the special massage gives me a close up and hopefully hands on his dick it will be worth the price. I think it would be nice to have relaxing massages before dinner. My body needs loosening after our drive.” To which Will replied, “That Cuban is a total package of male sex. Did you see the size of his hands? I want them on me. But, do you really want a relaxing massage designed to sooth your body? While the ‘Special’ might not be relaxing or soothing I want all I can get. Let’s go talk to Jason and set up a time for massages.” Jason told them that Juan was available that afternoon. They booked two thirty minute ‘Specials’ with the understanding that the one not getting a massage would stay in the room and watch. Reg and Will returned to their room to unpack and wait for Juan’s arrival. They each took a quick shower and put on the robes provided by the guest house. Juan knocked on their sliding door. After entering he closed the curtain and then set up the folded massage table he carried in. Being sweaty from having worked in the garden under the hot Florida afternoon sun he asked, “May I take a shower to clean my body?” The men agreed. Juan, standing in the middle of the room dropped the shorts he was wearing exposing the part of the body Reg and Will had not had an opportunity to ogle. Juan then stretched raising his arms. He then scratched his balls and adjusted the skin covering his uncut dick. Soft the dick was not impressive. On the way to the bathroom he stopped and leaned over to remove his sandals exposing his perfectly formed round ass cheeks. Both men gasped at the beautiful sight. Juan then turned around and said, “Do you want to watch me shower?” Juan left the glass door open to the small one man shower. He took a wash cloth and generously soaped it. After washing his face he raised his arms and scrubbed each black thatch filled pit. He then moved to his fur covered chest taking time to scrub each nipple. Then turning around he handed Reg the wash cloth and asked him to wash his back. As Reg scrubbed the lower back Juan leaned forward to indicate the ass should be washed. Reg washed the round cheeks and into the crack. As he rubbed the cloth in the crack Juan moaned, “That feels great.” Putting the washcloth into his left hand Reg began to explore the crack with his right. Finding the anus opening he massaged the rosebud with his finger. “Maravilloso” moaned the Cuban. He shoved his ass back toward Reg which was interpreted that he wanted more than just a massage on the surface. Reg easily inserted his soap filled finger into the opening. “Maravilloso, muchas gracias,” Juan was now grinding his ass against Reg’s hand. Reg finger fucked a few strokes being sure to touch that special spot. Hearing the pleas of pleasure he pulled his one finger out and inserted two. The Cuban continued to respond with pleasure. Reg then inserted three. “Senior, you must stop. I am here for your pleasure. I will be creaming on the shower wall if you continue.” Juan turned around and wrapped one arm around Reg’s neck pulling him down to his shorter level. They deep kissed. Juan then turned to Will and pulled him in for a kiss. As they kissed Will reached down for the uncut dick that had not been impressive when soft. It was VERY impressive when hard, more than six inches (15 cm), thick and with skin covering the head when hard. As both Reg and Will dried off the short Cuban he looked up to them smiling. “How can I give you super pleasure?” Reg who really enjoyed topping led him to the bed and asked him to lie on his back. He then kneeled between the spread legs. Leaning forward he moved the Cuban’s arms over his head. Reg then leaned in kissing each finger on the right hand. He then kissed the hand moving down kissing until he reached the right nipple. Then he moved forward doing the left fingers to the left nipple. Still kneeling he continued to kiss the hard abs, the dick thatch, each ball, the inner left leg then on to each toe on the left foot, then from the right ball to the right toes. While Reg kissed the lower body Will moved in and after deep kissing and tongue probing kissed each nipple, he then lightly nipped each nipple, then bit each nipple. Juan squirmed with pleasure. Still kneeling between the legs Reg placed Juan’s legs on his shoulders. He pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under the ass. The ass was high with the rosebud fully exposed. Will moved in and using oils from a bottle Juan had brought greased Reg’s hard shaft, around the rosebud and then fingered oil into the waiting hole. There was no resistance as Reg slowly pushed in. With a smile on his face Juan uttered, “Fuck me Gringo.” And Reg did. Will, who was not into topping as ardently as Reg stood next to the two. Reg pulled out, “I need a break.” Having greased his dick Will moved in and mounted the happy Cuban. He could not restrain himself and soon shot into the eager ass. Reg remounted and finished. With Reg upright on his knees still inside Juan, Will leaned in and took the handsome uncut dick in his mouth. He was soon having his first taste of Cuban cream. While Reg snuggled next to Juan, Will went to the bathroom and moistened three wash cloths. Returning, he cleaned Reg’s dick, Juan’s ass and then his own dick. Will then crawled onto the bed where Juan was now happily sandwiched between the two tourists. After about fifteen minutes Juan said, “Now I give you each a massage.” Reg lay on the special table. Normally a masseur placed a towel over the lower body (ass area) when giving a massage to provide the receiver privacy. Obviously no towel was necessary to protect the modesty of Reg. After ten minutes of pleasuring every inch of Reg’s back side from forehead to toes including some asshole probing Juan helped him roll over on the narrow table. To no surprise the mature man spouted a raging hard on despite having cum earlier. Juan professionally massaged all body parts and unprofessionally stroked the eager dick. Reg reached for and then stroked the masseur’s hard and dripping dick. Reg announced, “At my age I’m a once a day cummer, but that sure feels good. Juan then gave Will the same pleasures. At the conclusion of Will’s massage Reg kneeled in front of Juan who thrust into his mouth while holding Reg’s head forcing himself deep into the experienced throat. “Suck it Gringo, Suck it, Suck it, Suck it.” Will stood behind Juan and played with his nipples as Reg sucked. Soon Reg was getting his first, but not last, taste of Cuban cream. When Juan left they noted he had been there over an hour and a half for their one hour ‘Special.’ The very contented men lay on the bed in each other’s arms and napped for an hour. After dinner in a nearby restaurant they strolled along Duval Street, Key West’s main tourist street. Stopping at Sloppy Joe’s Bar they lingered over a beer at a corner table admiring the good looking patrons. As a result of the nearby Navy Base and Key West Navy Air Station there were always single young military men enjoying life off base. Also Key West was developing a reputation as a gay friendly vacation destination. In fact many businesses, especially art galleries, listed summer locations in Provincetown, Massachusetts on Cape Cod, another gay friendly beach destination. They visualized Earnest Hemingway who had passed away a few years earlier sitting at the bar also enjoying the ambiance of men. Reg had read that Hemingway had suggested the name for the bar in the 1930s and was a patron for thirty years. After the intensity of the loving session with Juan that night the two men had a cuddling but sexless sleep. The following morning they began their exploration that continued for six days of the many art galleries, tourist shops, interesting back streets, small beach, museums and piers. Evenings usually included visiting a bar with entertainment. Drag shows with foul mouthed comedians and queens of various beauties were always entertaining and sometimes produced beautiful male eye candy. Most afternoon they lounged around the pool. As they returned to the guest house after lunch their second day they saw Juan leaving a guest room carrying the massage table. They knew this was the room of Arnie, the older unattractive man who was playing with his little dick when they visited the sun deck during their introductory tour of the place. As they lounged next to the pool wearing the Speedo bathing suits they had just purchased Reg stated while watching Juan carry the massage table to a storage room, “I sure did enjoy our interlude with the hot Cuban yesterday. Would you consider me a ‘dirty old man’ if we had another session today?” Will replied, “As one ‘dirty old man’ to another I would say let’s go for it. I’m not sure I have the stamina to do all we did yesterday but I would sure enjoy felling those hands rubbing me all the right ways.” They talked to Jason and booked Juan for a ‘Special’ one hour massage later that afternoon. Juan again arrived hot a sweaty. This time Reg did not probe the willing Cuban with his finger. Instead he lubed his dick with soap and to the delight of the younger man shoved him against the shower wall and mercilessly rammed in his dick. While this was not Reg’s usual style, he was positive it was what Juan wanted. He was correct as he heard Juan calling out in Spanish with words that indicated pleasure. Following nearly two hours of sex, rest and massages Juan folded his board and prepared to leave. Will commented, “I admire your vitality. We saw you coming out of Arnie’s room right after lunch. Then you soon arrived at our door for an energetic and vigorous session. Your ability to keep it up, even at your young age, is amazing.” Juan got serious, “That bastard. He has booked me for a thirty minute special every day, today being the fourth. When I enter the room that ugly man is naked. He just wants that little prick sucked. The first day and every day as soon as I enter he pushes me to my knees and shoves his little piece in my face. As he shoves it in his mouth he says, ‘Suck me Pedro.’ As I take the stinking thing in my mouth, he does not shower before I arrive, he says stupid and insulting things like, ‘You love it, don’t you, you little dago.’ I give him the best sucking I can. Not because I want to or he deserves it. I do it to make him cum fast. He is fast to shot his load. I spit it out. Since the sucking takes only a few minutes he is finished in less than five minutes from when I arrive. I then offer to give him a massage although I really do not want to touch his sweaty stinking body. Do you know what that total ass hole says? ‘You can leave. You have had the pleasure of my dick and cum’. So for five minutes of nasty work I am well paid. When I leave I clean my mouth with mouthwash and take a long hot shower. I always take a shower before I visit him. No way do I want him to watch and help me shower.” “When I saw you two the day you arrived I said to myself, ‘You are two hot men.’ That first time I purposely came to our room dirty and sweaty as I hoped you would help me shower. Never did I expect to receive the pleasure you two gave me in the shower.” With that Juan pulled Reg and Will into a three way kiss and then departed. Both Reg and Will, who had only met for a few days in Ohio and didn’t know each other well, had each been a little concerned about traveling a long distance over a couple of weeks with a new friend. By the end of their week in Key West they had developed a tender and loving friendship. They booked Juan for an hour every afternoon which Juan always extended to almost two hours. During an interlude in their third session Will asked Juan about his background and life in Cuba. Juan seemed eager to share his tale. “Prior to the revolution I worked in a fancy tourist hotel starting at the age of fifteen. First I was a janitor’s helper where I did the dirtiest cleaning. I studied English and was soon promoted to be a bellhop which consisted mostly of taking luggage to rooms. On occasion the customer would ask me where a woman could be found. Usually a nice tip in dollars was given when the question was asked. My ‘unofficial’ instructions were to refer such questions to the head bellman who discretely made arrangements. One time a handsome traveler of about forty asked if I knew how to arrange time with a boy for fun. I offered myself. The man gave me a quick blow job and asked me to return when I got off work. This was strictly against the rules, but I was not going to miss such an opportunity. I went to the room that evening and spent the night having wonderful sex. It was my first sex with an American. The man was there on business for three days. I was with him every night. He gave me tips that equaled more than a month’s pay. About two or three times a year I had the pleasure of earning a little extra. One of the other bellhops discovered my transgression and threatened to report me if I did not give him blowjobs on demand. He was straight and claimed he got it from his girlfriend but that he never had enough. This went on during the time of the revolution. Americans who were very generous in tipping stopped coming to the hotel. Our customers now were from countries such as the Soviet Union where tipping was not done. Everyone became very unhappy. I shared a room in the basement with other workers including the guy who demanded blowjobs. One night he had been drinking and came for the usual. I refused. He was a strong man and threw me on the bed on my stomach. He pulled down my pants, pulled out his dick and shoved it in my ass. This was the first time I had ever had a dick in my ass. Two other drunk workers were in the room and watched. They got excited and joined in. For over an hour they held me down each having pleasure more than once. When they finished they all fell asleep. I realized I was now going to be raped frequently by these co-workers. Since I had no way to defend myself I decided to escape. While they slept I searched their lockers and found where two hid their money. The amount of money, mostly in American dollars, hidden in the back of the locker of the man who demanded blow jobs was more than he could have saved from tips. He must have been involved in some black market business. I also took what money they had in their pants. I had carefully hidden any extra money I had earned. With their money and mine I left the hotel. I took nothing with me except a plastic bag with necessary possessions. The bag was the type someone would take to a store since you needed to have a bag of your own if you bought anything. Walking down the street carrying a small bag was very natural. It did not look like I was planning a long trip. I had heard of places where you could find boaters to take you to the USA. I searched for three days and finally found a fisherman who would take a group to Key West. The distance from Cuba is less than 100 miles (160 km).” “When I arrived in Florida I was taken by military police to a place where I was kept for a month. Finally I was released. Eventually I met Jason who hired me to work here at the Rainbow Guest House. He told me that if I worked for him I was required to sleep with him when he wanted me to. Actually, Jason is a good person and someone I enjoy having sex with. He is very gentle and loving. He wanted to fuck me and I felt I should do it to keep my job. When I lied and told him I had never been fucked he told me he would go easy. That first time with him started very painful and ended with me having marvelous feelings I had never had. I soon looked forward to our time in bed. He told me I could make extra money if I gave visitors massages. He bought a book on massage and I practiced on him and some very willing inn guests. When one of the guests I was practicing on asked for more than just a massage, Jason who was watching my massage skills stated that if I was willing there would be a fee for a ’Special’ massage. Every time I give a ‘Regular’ or ‘Special’ massage Jason gives me my share of the fee at the end of the day. Here most of the massages are ‘Special’. “Most of the men I service are kind and just want to receive or give a fuck or suck. Sometimes it is just by hand. Sometimes I have a wonderful experience as I have had with you two. Sometimes it is a bad experience like the smelly Arnie with the little dick. I feel safe having sex here. Twice the guests have gotten rough with me. Once I ran out of the room naked and went to Jason. He visited the guest and threatened to call the police. The other time I could not escape so I screamed. One of the other guests ran to Jason and reported the screaming. That time Jason forced the person to checkout. He made the guy pay for the two days remaining on his stay. Some people would say I am nothing but a whore and Jason is my pimp. Maybe it is true?” Both Will and Reg placed their arms around Juan. “You are not a whore. You are a young man in a difficult situation. While Jason is probably taking advantage of you, he is also providing you with a safe place to live and work. We are positive that as you get more Americanized you will be able to support yourself in a more traditional way.” Three days later after their session on the last full day Juan asked, “Friends, may I sleep in your bed tonight. Usually I sleep with Jason. Tonight he has a friend from Miami visiting. I would much prefer to sleep with the two handsome Americans rather than alone. Reg and Will not only invited him to spend the night they invited him to go out to dinner and to a drag show. Juan had never visited an expensive restaurant or gone to a drag show in Key West. His reaction to the food, drinks and events of the evening were extremely pleasurable. Not having the endurance of the younger man Reg and Will were soft during the evening and all night. However, the ever ready Juan enjoyed a two man blow job from his friends prior to snuggling together for a good night’s sleep. By morning both Reg and Will had rejuvenated and gave Juan a hearty farewell with the deepest and longest fuck of the week. They felt a great affection for this young man who had escaped Castro’s Cuba. They did not know how much of the fee they paid for the daily ‘Specials’ Juan received. They assumed most of the fee was kept by the inn. They wanted to help Juan improve his life in America. They handed him an envelope with $100 (close to $1,000 in 2017 money). Juan cried when he realized what he had been given. Receiving money when none was expected or required made him feel like a friend, not just a Cuban whore as some treated him. Their four day drive back to Washington included stops in Savannah, Georgia and Charlestown, South Carolina. While both of these cities had excellent restaurants, hotels and sights to see there was no comparison to the memories, beauty and ambiance of Key West.
  12. Georgia, February 1966 “Dinner is served” Daniel called out. Each found his place at the table as indicated on the name cards placed by Daniel. Reg found himself seated between Aiden, the graduate student, and Martin, the Negro twin – football player. The dinner‘s gourmet taste was second only to the delightful conversation. Alfred pointed out that the dinner consisting of Smithfield ham and all the trimmings had been catered by Athens’ leading restaurant. He noted that while Daniel was an excellent cook and could have prepared a equally sumptuous meal their goal for the evening was conversation and fun. Having the meal catered eliminated 99% of the work leaving the hosts and three college helpers free for more enjoyable activities. Reg found both of his seat mates interesting conversationalists. He asked Aiden how he had met Daniel and Alfred. Aiden laughed as he said, “I am sure nothing in this story will surprise you.” “About a year ago on a weekday afternoon I was taking a short cut through Riverside Park on the way to the barber. As I approached an incredibly handsome mature man sitting on a park bench wearing a conservative business suit our eyes locked. I smiled, he smiled back. I continued walking but there was something about him. I had gone about 100 feet (30 m) when for reasons I do not know I turned around. He was looking my way. I thought to myself, this guy looks interesting. I turned around and approached him. I said ‘Beautiful day.’ He replied ‘Sure is.’ Then he asked me if I was a student. I sat and told him about my MBA studies. He told me he was an investment advisor. For about ten minutes we discussed my classes and his work. He explained that there was a lot of pressure in his office. His advice and that of his associates could have significant impact on people, some wealthy and some not so wealthy trying to save for the future. Today had been a very tense day in the office. He needed to clear his head and get some fresh air. He then said that watching students frolicking on the lawn calmed him. The only students ‘frolicking’ was a group of shirtless guys tossing Frisbees. Then he said, ‘Actually I enjoy looking at these half naked young men.’ This seemed a strange thing to say, ‘that you enjoy looking at half naked men.’ It had been over a year since I had had any kind of sexual encounter and then it was with a fellow student who was more concerned with getting it off fast than tender touching. I thought to myself, ‘If this guy is into men he must be experienced.’ As I sat there I was really getting horny. I decided to test him. If nothing happened all I would have lost was an opportunity to get a haircut. I gently placed my knee against his. I applied no pressure. He did not move. I applied a slight amount of pressure and he pressed back hard. We turned our heads, faced each other and stared into the other’s eyes. With a twinkle he said, ‘This is not a good place to have an intimate conversation. Unfortunately I must get back to my office. I would very much like to invite you to my home for dinner this evening.’ The thought of what might happen brought my dick to full attention. I really wanted an encounter. Of course I said, ‘It would be my pleasure.’ He then said, ‘I share my home with my best friend. I am sure he would like to meet you.’ I replied that if his friend was as handsome and interesting as him I would enjoy meeting him. He then replied, ‘My friend is a Negro. We have lived together for many years.’ I was shocked that someone would have a Negro lover. I’m from a small Georgia town. I never had a Negro friend. But, first I was intrigued and second and most important I was horny. I told him that I had never had a Negro friend but was up to new experiences. Daniel gave me his business card and suggested I stop by his office at 5pm. He got up and departed while I remained on the bench. Actually I was forced to remain seated until my dick calmed down. Christ, just talking to him made me almost cum.” “I met him at his office and we walked to his home. We were greeted at the door by Alfred who exclaimed, ‘So this is the handsome hunk you invited for dinner. If his personality is as beautiful as his body this will be an enjoyable evening. May I hug you? I ask your permission as no one in this house does anything they do not want to do.’ Before he could hug me I wrapped my arms around the first Negro I had ever touched. He looked into my eyes and returned the hug. I could feel myself getting hard against his crotch. At that point Daniel said, ‘What’s going on? All I got was a touchy feely with the knees.’ Alfred opened his arms and soon we were all three embracing. Alfred then announced, ‘Dinner is ready. But, it could be put on hold and we could go directly to dessert.’ As he said this he reached down and caressed my hard dick. ‘I think this boy is ready for dessert. Shall we go upstairs for an appetizer and dessert?’ All I could say was ‘Yes’.” “As soon as we arrived in the bedroom Daniel made a statement. Basically he said that concerning sex anything goes with two exceptions: first no one is forced to do anything they do not wish to do and second nothing should be done that causes physical or mental damage. Other than that – go for it. Alfred asked if he could undress me. I replied ‘sure’. He took off my shirt and stepped back stating, ‘beautiful, sure a good start’. He moved in and forced my hands over my head. Then he caressed my chest and tickled my pits. Next he kneeled and removed my shoes and socks and then pulled down my pants. I stood almost naked wearing just my white Fruit of the Loom briefs. While I stood there with my dick pushing out and a wet spot getting bigger Alfred kneeled with his nose inches from my dick and Daniel sat on a chair very close. If Alfred had touched me I would have exploded. He then led me to the bed and told me to lie on my back. Alfred then slowly stripped. When he lowered his purple silk boxer shorts an impressive half hard uncircumcised dick emerged. I had never seen a dick with so much skin covering the head. I had never seen a black dick up close. Any I had seen in the past were in a locker room where one did not ogle. When I saw the size of his, even not fully hard I was embarrassed as I knew mine was nothing to compare.” At this point, Alfred who had been listening broke in. “Maybe it is true that Aiden does not have a piece of meat as big as mine. But he has a beautiful piece hanging or usually when I see it standing up over a pair of perfect balls. I once saw a bumper sticker that said ‘To a fisherman the size of the worm is not as important as how it is wiggled’.” Looking at Reg he said, “I am sure by the end of the evening you will know just how expertly he wiggles that worm.” Aiden continued, “The next thing I knew Daniel was also naked and the two men were in bed with me, one on each side. With my underware still on they caressed, licked and bit my entire body except for what was under the briefs. Finally, Daniel pulled my briefs off. He licked my balls while Alfred played with my nipples. Daniel rubbed something on his finger. He reached between my legs and began massaging the area around my ass. Then to my shock he gently moved his finger into my ass. This was the first time anyone had been there. I felt discomfort and pain and wanted to say ‘No’ while at the same time was intrigued. He then tenderly began fucking me with the finger. The feeling was amazing. With a finger on the other hand that had lubricant on it he began to rub it over the piece of skin just under the head, the frenulum, an extremely sensitive area. In less than a minute with Daniel just touching that one spot under my dick I had the most intense release I had ever had. Jism poured out spurting onto my stomach, chest and face. The two men just lay next to me as I calmed down. Then Alfred got up and returned with towels to clean me off. We put on silk like robes and went to the kitchen and had a snack. A dinner as promised was the last thing on my mind. We returned to the bedroom for a night of bliss interrupted by periods of sleep. By morning I had sucked my first black dick and first uncircumcised dick. For me swallowing was not yet on the menu although both Daniel and Alfred tasted me.” Reg told Aiden how interesting his story had been and hoped he had an opportunity to see just how he wiggled his worm. Reg then turned to Martin on his left and asked the young man how he had gotten involved with the group. “I was taking a finance course last semester. While the professor did the lecturing Aiden, his grad assistant, helped him primarily by taking attendance and grading quizzes. After class one day I asked Mr. Hudson, that’s Aiden, if I could meet him after class to discuss a paper we were assigned. I told him I was having trouble focusing on the material.” Aiden interrupted, “I should have known he was giving me a line of crap. Martin was the top student in this undergraduate class of forty-five students. I was naive thinking he wanted academic assistance when I later learned he only had carnal thoughts.” Laughing, Martin continued, “I went to his office that he shared with about ten other grad assistants. We discussed my paper. A week later I asked him after class if we could meet again. I suggested we go to the student union where we would have more privacy. As we drank coffee we discussed my paper and then life in general. I discovered that he had no interest in dating girls and I let him know I had the same feelings. We seemed to really enjoy our time together. By the third week I decided I would admit my feelings. I was almost positive he would not be shocked. It took some courage but I finally said, ‘Aiden’, no more Mr. Hudson, ‘I really find you attractive. If you do not agree with what I am about to say we will forget I ever said it. I would like to get to know you better’.” “Aiden looked me in the eyes and said, ‘So would I, but we have a problem, actually a couple of problems. First I am a grad assistant who has influence on your grade in the class. A relationship is forbidden by the university. Also the black / white issue is something that cannot be ignored. Officially we just don’t mix. I am not saying No, I am telling your that we must be extremely careful. I cannot go to your dorm room and you cannot visit my room. Let me think about it.’ We then arranged to meet the next day for ‘coffee.’ “That evening Aiden visited Daniel and Alfred and asked for their help. We met for coffee the following morning and that afternoon we visited Alfred. He ushered us to the guest bedroom and showed us the supplies in the drawer of the night stand. The drawer contained a small can of Crisco, rubbers, and other things that we had no idea how to use. The room had its own private bathroom. Let’s just say we had a nice afternoon. Alfred invited us to stay for dinner. He and Daniel were excellent hosts and wanted to know all about us without intruding. We visited almost every other day. About two weeks later Alfred and Daniel joined us occasionally. We soon learned how to use all the implements in the drawer.” The delightful conversation by all continued throughout the dinner. When the main course was finished the three university boys cleared the table and brought out coffee and dessert, pecan pie. When dessert was finished Daniel announced, “Knowing you all as I do, I suggest we go upstairs to do what good men do.” No one objected and all, except Aiden and the black / white twins, Martin and Branch headed for the stairs. Reg looked at the three and said, “Aren’t you joining us?” Aiden replied they would as soon as the table was cleared and the dishwasher filled. Looking at Will, Reg said, “Five will get the work done faster than three. We’ll help you.” By now the others were gone. In less than ten minutes the kitchen was organized and they went upstairs. The other five were in the master bedroom either naked or wearing soft silk like robes except for Victoria who was wearing just the garter belt, black stockings and pink spike heeled shoes. Victoria and Ollie, the very willing bottoms in the group, were lying on their backs on the large bed next to each other. Alfred was kneeling between Ollie’s legs with Ollie’s feet on his shoulders. He was pumping his black dick all the way in the white ass and then pulling out to expose his head in a position that gave a full view to all. Bradford, with less flair, was doing the same with his not so impressive white dick to Victoria. As soon as Branch saw the activity he stripped and kneeled next to Bradford ready to take over. His perfectly formed big (8 inches hard, 20 cm) cut dick with a large head hanging over low swinging balls was hard and ready. Bradford pulled out stating, “Too close, need a break.” Branch, to the delight of Victoria, rammed in his eight inches. Branch, on his knees, Victoria’s feet on his shoulders, braced himself with one arm and placed his strong athletic arm around Victoria’s dainty shoulder. He pulled her head up as he fucked hard. Their mouths met and as they swallowed each other’s tongues Branch gave out a cry of passion as he pumped his first load of the evening. He rolled over and Bradford moved back into place. Meanwhile, Alfred who had self-control continued to pump into Ollie. Martin then told Reg and Will, “Branch and I might be considered black and white twins. But there is one way we are different. I have no desire to fuck or be fucked. He tried it on me once. To his frustration never got even the big head in. Just don’t want it that way.” Reg whispered into Will’s ear and Will nodded with a smile. Reg then told Aiden and Martin that while the activities on the bed were interesting he and Will would prefer a more intimate, private encounter with them. The boys agreed and the four went to the guest room. Not wanting to appear unsocial they left the door to the bedroom open. In the room Reg announced, “When I was your age I could cum and be recharged within ten minutes. Now, the recharging takes much longer. So, if you two hunks do not mind, let’s get naked, then Will and I will put on robes and you two will do what you two do best. We would appreciate the sight of two incredibly handsome, sexy men getting it on. Then we will join you for round two.” Seeing the naked bodies of these beauties had both Will and Reg immediately hard. Now they saw the bold chest with the ‘come bite me nipples’, narrow waist and sculptured ass of Martin. They had not anticipated the beauty of his large cut dick which they could closely inspect. It was identical in shape and length to his white twin. It was perfectly formed and big (8 inches hard, 20 cm) with a large head hanging over low swinging balls. The fair haired taller Aiden while less muscular had a well defined chest, small waist and cute ass. His cut dick while average or less (about 5 inches hard, 13 cm) was an enjoyable sight hanging over small balls. After Aiden and Martin got naked they stood in front of the seated older men. They encouraged touchy, feely and tasty. Neither Reg nor Will could swallow Martin’s massive missile to its base. The boys then went to the bed and for the next half hour made love in ways only two people truly in love could do. While fucking was not on their menu, touching, kissing, stroking and sucking were done in a very tender way. Will and Reg were amazed when Martin lay on his back with his eight inches pointing to the ceiling and Aiden leaned in swallowing it to the base. While Martin moaned with pleasure Aiden brought his lips up and after exposing the large head plunged to the base again and again until Martin warned him to stop for now. For the ending Martin laid on his back and Aiden kneeling between his legs stroked him until he shot a generous outpouring with most of it landing on his chest. Aiden scooped up some of the love juice and used it to lubricate himself as he shot a load into Martin’s open and inviting mouth. Aiden then lay on top of his lover. Holding each other they rolled onto their sides while kissing with Aiden tasting his own juices while his tongue probed Martin’s. Will and Reg were in a total state of awe and excitement. Neither had permitted himself to touch his own dick which was hard and dripping from the sight of the two young lovers. After a short rest Aiden and Martin took quick showers. They returned to the room and taking Reg’s and Will’s hands led them to the bed. They were not surprised to see the young men were already refreshed and rock hard. The foursome of loving was soon over as both Reg and Will were in too much of a state of hornieness to prolong it. While Will was unable to deep throat Martin to the base he did get most of the way down and swallowed the young man’s second cumming of the evening. Reg likewise swallowed the juice of Aiden. Martin pleaded with the two to deposit their loads down his throat and he was soon satisfied. While the four were naked in bed Aiden and Martin initiated a discussion about their futures. Both were finance majors: Martin undergraduate and Aiden graduate studies. When Aiden discovered they had a friend, Vlad, who was a professor he asked many questions about that life. Will suggested Aiden visit Cleveland as he was sure Vlad would be pleased to discuss PhD studies and the life of a professor with him. After about thirty minutes of serious talk Aiden and Martin began to get frisky. All rose to the occasion for a longer session since their cumming had slowed down Reg and Will. This time Reg swallowed Martin’s and Will got a mouthful from Aiden. As before Martin opened his mouth to the second cummings of Will and Reg. Both of the older men were privately proud that they had done it twice in a short period of time. They were ever prouder when the following morning they repeated their successes. During the night the four soundly slept. On one side of the king size bed Martin and Aiden cuddled while Reg and Will embraced on the other half of the bed. Lucky Reg had the pleasure of touching ass to ass with Martin since they were each in the middle of the crowded bed. The next day Reg tagged along as Will met with Ollie to discuss legal matters and the handsome Victor to discuss investment strategies. That evening they took Aiden and Martin to a restaurant where blacks and whites were welcome and discussed their studies and career opportunities. Following dinner the four returned to Daniel’s and Alfred’s home. Following drinks and conversation with their hosts the four went to the guest bedroom for another night of bliss. ……………………………………… The half day drive from Athens to Daisyville was very familiar to Will. He had traveled those roads frequently when his lover JB was a professor at University of Georgia in Athens and Will taught at Daisyville College in south Georgia. While the area appeared to generally be poor Will was impressed that the extreme poverty he saw thirty – forty years earlier was less evident. The Daisy Chain Motel on the outskirts Daisyville appeared to be a pleasant place to stay. The motel was a long one story building with twelve rooms facing the parking area and an office at the end. Will requested a room with two beds. They would have preferred one bed but advertising their desire to be close was not a safe option, especially in red neck rural south Georgia. Their room, decorated in a daisy motif, was clean, small and simply furnished. All the furniture was painted white, yellow or green. On the small table under the front window there was a bouquet of plastic daisies in a cheap glass container. The bathroom towels were small and thin but smelled clean. The ambiance of the room was of little importance to the two men. They would spend little time in the room during their short stay. While Reg used the bathroom there was a knock on the door. Opening it Will was greeted by a man of about forty who would be considered handsome if he had been more concerned about his appearance: both personal hygiene and clothes. As he talked his tobacco stained teeth emphasized his slovenly appearance. “Howdy, I’m Clem. Welcome to Daisyville. I’m staying in the next room with my two young friends.” As Reg emerged from the bathroom he continued. “You and your friend appear to be fun loving men who might want some company.” The same thoughts went through the minds of Will and Reg: ‘While I would enjoy an adventure with a handsome man of your age there is no way I would let someone with your grubby appearance touch me. They both visualized him naked with a big, stinking dick.’ Being the gentlemen they were neither Will nor Reg let the man know how much he repulsed them. Reg was intrigued by the comment ‘men who might want company’. Although he had absolutely no intention of following through he did want to hear what this man had to say. He asked Clem, “What exactly did you mean by ‘men who might want company’?” “You know a man has needs. I am sure that older mature men such as you two would appreciate some young fun.” Reg replied, “Yes, I agree men have their needs. Even an old man like me has thoughts that would but a preacher to shame. What do you mean by ‘young fun’?” “What better way to have a good time then to have it with someone who is sweet, young and innocent. I am traveling with two friends. They enjoy making men happy.” I will introduce you to them.” Clem who was still standing in the doorway stepped over to his open door and called out, “Kitten and Rock, get your asses over here!” Two children entered the room. Clem closed the door and said, “This here is Kitten, I call her that because he twelve year old pussy is young like a kitten’s. And this handsome man is her brother, Rock. I call him that because his skill is that at the age of fourteen his dick can get ‘rock hard’ from just his head thinking about it.” Clem continued, “Now my friends, I can offer you a good time with these two. You can fuck either, get sucked off or just ask Rock and he will fuck his sister for your entertainment. They usually ask $20.00 for a thirty minute session. Since there are two of you, you can have them for an hour for $20.00 each.” Will and Reg just stood there in shock. They were totally disgusted with the thoughts of what these two children were being forced to do. They immediately wanted to rescue these children from this life a debauchery. Reg formulated a plan and very calmly said. “You said that for a total of $40.00 we could have an hour of pleasure with these two?” “Yep” replied Clem with a gleam in his eyes and thoughts of the money. Reg continued, “That sounds like fun. But our problem is that we are old men. It is not easy for us to get it up. I would not want to pay for something that I cannot totally enjoy. I know a place where we can buy pills that will make our old dicks think they are twenty years old. After we take the pill it takes an hour for it to work. Could we meet you back here in about an hour with our dicks ready for some man fun?” “Sure, pay half now so I know you will come back. Kitten and Rock will be waiting. Where do you get these pills? I sure would like a supply to sell to some of my customers.” Reg handed Clem half the fee, $20. Then he told Clem that the supplier of the pills would not want to be revealed but that he would tell the pill pusher where he could find Clem. Will and Reg went to their car. Both were shaking with rage. Will then said, “I know where the sheriff’s office is. I suggest we go there and make arrangements for Clem’s arrest and the rescuing of the children.” They explained the situation to the sheriff who was as enraged as they were. His young deputy was ready to go out and beat up that pervert. He had two children, a boy and a girl aged eight and eleven. He could not imagine anyone selling a child for sex. Their plan was simple. Will and Reg would return to their room. They would let the deputy into their room through the bathroom window that faced the rear of the building. They called the Baptist minister and asked if he and his wife would help the children after they were rescued. The sheriff, deputy, minister and his wife drove to the motel in the minister’s car. They did not want the sheriff’s car to be seen. They would park at the end of the building beyond the office. Will and Reg would drive back to the motel and let the deputy in through the bathroom window. After all were in place Will knocked on Clem’s door. “Hi, the pills are working their magic. Both of us are as ready as a twenty year old horny guy would be. Bring them over.” Will returned to his room leaving the door open. Clem entered with the children. “Now you two just do what the men want. Kitten, they think you are very pretty. Rock, you show them what your amazing dick can do.” As Clem pocketed the additional $20 the deputy stepped out of the bathroom. “You fucking pervert. You are under arrest.” Clem turned around screaming, “I will get you old farts for this!” As he opened the door the sheriff stood there with his weapon drawn. After Clem was handcuffed the pastor and his wife entered the room. They introduced themselves and told the youngsters that they were free of the bad man. The following day Will and Reg visited the sheriff’s office to give and sign dispositions. Sheriff Conway thanked them again for their quick thinking that led to the apprehension of Clem. The Sheriff then gave Reg and Will background on the children. They were from a small town in Alabama. The father had been abusing Sue Ann, Kitten’s real name, for at least two years. If Sue Ann hid from her drunken abusing father he would sodomize his son Billy, Rock’s real name. Once when Billy tried to protect his sister and pull the father away the bastard cursed his son saying, “If I cannot have your sister I will have you. He then grabbed the boy and threw him face down on the bed and finished what he had started while Sue Ann witnessed the abuse her father gave her brother. The mother was no better. When she discovered her husband raping the daughter she went to her son’s bedroom and forced him to give her the pleasure her husband would not. The children had run away from home. Clem met them at a bus station where they were asking for money from strangers so they could take a bus to their grandmother’s funeral. Actually there was no grandmother. The story sounded good and the children had collected more money than they needed. The children told the sheriff they were concerned about what would happen to Clem. Actually they felt safe with him. He convinced them that the sexual activity was normal. Evidently to both Sue Ann and Billy his sexual molestation of them was an act of love. He never beat the children as both parents had. Also he fed them on a regular basis which was a treat to the children who frequently went hungry because there was no food in the house or the parents didn’t bother to cook what was available. They were currently safe at the home of the preacher and his wife while the authorities sorted out what to do. The remainder of the visit to Daisyville was mild compared to their first few hours in the quiet town. Will visited the home of Belle Forest his former Negro housekeeper of many years. Will had encouraged her children to attend college providing both moral and financial support. Her nephew, Henry Bailey had done yard work for Will. Will also supplied the support he needed to graduate from Albany (Georgia) State College with a degree in Education. Through Will, Henry had met Seth Cudley, a talented young artist. The two lovers had moved to Cleveland where Henry was a middle school English teacher and Seth worked for the landscaping firm owned by Will’s friend, Alex. Seth and Henry fled Georgia because they realized the acceptance of two men living together would not be safe in their 1950s small town. With one being black and the other a red head white guy their lives were in double jeopardy. To Will the delicious meal prepared by Mrs. Forest of fried chicken, potato salad, southern style green beans, homemade rolls and a red velvet cake brought back memories of the tasty meals she had prepared for him years earlier.
  13. Thanks for reading and giving a thumbs up to the last chapter of Russia My Home.  I hope you enjoy the continued adventures of Vlad and friends in Life Goes On

  14. Cleveland - Washington - Georgia, August 1965 – February 1966 Vlad’s friend / lover / mentor, Reg, arrived from Washington for a month long visit. Reg was interested in meeting Vlad’s new friends described in his letters. He was also intrigued by the possibility of visiting the Baths in Cleveland. The evening of Reg’s arrival he and Vlad visited the Baths. The evening began with the official welcome by ‘Fill me Up Phil’ in Reg’s tiny room. Vlad witnessed the activity as Reg fucked the Twink and following his cumming in a rubber Phil slipped the rubber on his small dick and deposited a second load. Reg and Vlad enjoyed the rest of the evening being groped and groping others in the sauna, steam room and orgy room. Except for hands they had no sexual contact with any of the other men. However they did have quality time together in Reg’s room on the uncomfortable narrow bed. They could have had a much more comfortable encounter at Vlad’s home but it lacked the ambiance of sleaze and noises of man sex taking place in nearby rooms. Saturday morning Vlad and Reg drove to the farm in Seville. Will had invited them for the weekend. The two older men, Reg 68 years old and Will 70 years old immediately bonded. Reg was interested in Will’s art and photography work while Will enjoyed hearing about Reg’s travels. Following dinner Vlad announced that he had student papers to grade that should be returned at class on Monday. He told them that since he needed a quiet space to work he would complete his grading upstairs and sleep up there. Reg and Will did not object as they hoped to continue their conversation in bed. The next morning at breakfast the two new friends announced that they had discussed trips they hoped to take. They planned a road trip to Key West, Florida with a stop in Daisyville, Georgia where Will had been an art professor at a small college. The other adventure they had planned would be a European tour going to Europe leisurely by ship either the RMS Queen Mary or RMS Queen Elizabeth and returning on a PanAm jet. Vlad felt a deep satisfaction that he had brought these two men together. He suggested that Reg remain in Seville a few days and then return to Cleveland with Will where they could sample the many cultural activities in the city including the world renown concert hall, Severance Hall, and Cleveland Museum of Art both within walking distance of Vlad’s apartment near Cleveland’s University Circle. ………………………………………… The Road Trip to Key West Begins February 1966 Six months later: Clickidi-clack, clickidi-clack, clickidi-clack – the sounds from the rails soothed Will as he sat in the train coach. Early that morning his new friend, Vlad had dropped him off at the train station for his trip from Ohio to Washington. He enjoyed traveling by train. However, he realized the era of long distance travel dominated by trains was ending. The new interstate highway system continued to grow and air travel was becoming more popular. He could have driven from Ohio to Washington in less time than the train would take and while air travel would have been less comfortable he would have made the trip in a fraction of the time. Arriving at Union Station in Washington about 6:00pm he exited to the platform expecting to see his new friend Reg as he had told him by phone the previous day the number of his train coach. As the platform emptied of passengers he searched for Reg. A handsome young man approached him. “Will Lang?” “Yes” replied Will. Holding out his hand the young man said, “I’m Reg’s friend, Rob. It is a pleasure to meet you. Unfortunately Reg had a dental emergency this afternoon. He is home now. I just talked to him by phone. The infected tooth in the back of his mouth was pulled. He has taken both antibiotics and pain medication and will probably be asleep when we see him. He wanted to assure you that within a day he should be feeling fine and the two of you will be able to depart on your adventure as planned. He will not be a good host for the next twenty-four hours but assured me he will make up for any lost time. As soon as we pick up your luggage we will go home. You will meet Jake and the three of us will go out to dinner together.” Rob then moved into Will and placed his arms around him. He whispered into Will’s ear, “I wanted to hold the man that Reg speaks so highly of. We’ll just do a quick ‘man hug’, don’t want the District of Columbia morals squad to get upset.” “I’m sorry to hear about Reg. Hopefully it is just a temporary setback. I do look forward to meeting Jake. Reg has told me wonderful things about the two of you.” Will was stunned when he met the smiling Jake. The gorgeous young man was beyond handsome. Will felt a stirring inside as he reached to shake the large strong hand of the tall muscular man with a beautiful face. Jake withdrew his hand and instead placed his arms around Will pulling him tight against his body. “Welcome to Washington and our home.” As Jake said this Will felt his seventy year old dick begin to harden. “I just checked, Reg is asleep. I am sure that by morning he should be his wonderful self.” While walking to a nearby Italian restaurant Will was impressed with the poise and self assurance of these two young men: one an Amish farmer and the other a mountain boy. While there speech and diction was polished they each had a slight accent that was refined yet indicated their roots. Will later learned that Reg had hired a speech therapist to work with each of them so that they would maintain their country accents in a sophisticated way. At the restaurant Will was impressed with the discussion of the menu by the two and wine suggestions of Jake. He certainly had not learned about wine in his conservative Amish home. The conversation easily flowed throughout the evening. Jake told of his impressions of the meeting of Vlad who was the first ‘Englishman’ (what the Amish call non-Amish) he had ever had a real conversation. The only others had been store keepers in the village and the mailman. He recounted how these two outsiders suddenly appeared in the farm field while he and his father repaired a fence. “Their car had broken down and they had gone to his home for help. His mother had sent them to talk to his father. Since they had no telephone the strangers would have to stay overnight and be taken to the village in the buggy by his father the next morning. Vlad had immediately volunteered to help with the fence work. Reg and the father returned to the farm house while Jake and Vlad worked together. Mending the fence sometimes required close body contact. When their bodies or hands accidentally touched he had feelings he had not had before. He soon realized that they were touching more than necessary as they worked close replacing fence railings. Jake laughed as he told how when he told Vlad he needed to take a piss Vlad joined him. “Normally two men pissing would face in opposite directions. Instead they with no thought we stood so that each was facing the front side of the other. I remembered Vlad pulling his skin back and forth after finishing. I began to mimic the Englishman but started to get hard so stuffed it in my pants. After supper we returned to the field and repaired more fence. This time after pissing Vlad began to stroke himself. I did the same and soon the us two men who had just met that afternoon were shooting Russian and Amish cream on the ground.” Laughing as he continued the story Jake said, “Vlad then said ‘Thanks for sharing.’ as we each put our hard dicks back into our pants. It was getting dark and I suggested we clean off in the stream. You can imagine what happened there. When we returned to the house my father told my two brothers and I who shared two beds in one bedroom to give our beds to the Englishmen for the night and that we should sleep in the barn. Vlad asked my father if I could also sleep in the room with them as he would feel uncomfortable sleeping in a strange room with the privy (outhouse toilet) outside. While I had slept with my brothers that was the first time I cuddled next to my bed mate. We did more than cuddle.” “When I told Vlad and Reg that I wanted to leave home they told me to wait six months. I wanted their support. They wanted to be sure I truly wanted to leave and that it was not just a fast decision based on one night of passion. Six months later I pretended to be sick and did not go to Sunday meeting with my family. Vlad picked me up as prearranged and the rest is history. With their help I got my high school certificate and then graduated from Georg Washington University. Today I have a challenging and interesting position at the Department of Agriculture with a future.” “The other event that I can thank Vlad and Reg for is bringing Rob into my life.” Jake reached over and took Rob’s hand while smiling into his eyes. Man to man hand holding was something never done in public so after a moment of touching they both returned to their professional posture. Rob told his story with equal enthusiasm. “The day Reg and Vlad picked me up as I was attempting to hitchhike from my home in Frog Creek, Tennessee to San Francisco I was tired, hungry and dirty. I slept most of that day in the back seat as they drove. We stopped that first night at a motel. I will never forget the feeling I had when Reg offered me a pair of his silk boxer shorts to wear as I had no clean clothes. I went into the bathroom, took a shower and after fingering the softness put them on. The feeling of the soft silk against my clean skin felt awesome. I immediately got hard and quickly jerked off. Then I very carefully cleaned my dick and squeezed any remaining drops out not wanting to stain the luxurious underware. When I came out of the bathroom to the motel room we were sharing Vlad and Reg made no notice of me in my sexy underware. I learned later that they did notice the bulge that remained from the jerk off. They shared a bed and quietly stroked each other off as I slept alone in a bed across the room. A few days later we stayed in a motel where I had my own room connected to their room by a door. I had talked a lot about my lonely life in Frog Creek. I told how I felt different from the others, had no real friends and felt constant pressure to date girls that I had no interest in. Vlad and Reg understood me better than I did. The door between our rooms was open and Vlad entered. He sat on the bed and asked me if I had ever hugged anyone other than my mother or close relatives. I said no. He offered to hug me. We embraced. Being held by a man I suddenly had feelings that I had never experienced. I cannot describe why my whole body responded to Vlad’s touch with a feeling of need and satisfaction. That night Vlad slept in my bed. For the remainder of the trip the three of us shared one bed.” “They were the kindest men I have ever met. They were on a road trip for a month visiting many interesting places including National Parks. They gave me a choice: they would pay for my bus fare to San Francisco so I would not have to hitch hike or I could travel with them and return to Cleveland to live with Vlad. With no hesitation I chose Cleveland. With Vlad’s encouragement I began attending classes at Western Reserve University. I visited Reg in Washington and met Jake and the rest is history. With Vlad’s and Reg’s support I moved to Washington and transferred to George Washington University. Jake and I have been together since, six years. We both have good jobs and could easily afford to have our own place. But, Reg is such an important part of our lives that we have no desire to move away. Some might think it strange but we sleep with him most nights. After Jake, Reg, Vlad and my parents my greatest love is books. As manager of a bookstore that is part of Washington’s largest chain of bookstores I have my dream job. Life is wonderful” “Their conversation continued as they walked home. Will now understood why both Vlad and Reg had spoken so highly of these young men. Jake went to Reg’s room as soon as they returned from dinner to see if he was awake and wanted any food. Reg was still in pain and woozy from the pain medication. He told Jake to send Will to the room. Reg then asked Will to sleep with him. “I feel like shit but it would be wonderful just to have you in the bed with me. Don’t expect any fun and games, maybe just a snuggle.” Will gladly accepted the offer and he was soon in bed snuggled next to his friend. Jake and Rob slept in their bedroom where they kept their clothes but rarely slept. The next morning Reg felt much better although not 100%. Will left his friend home to rest while he visited The National Gallery of Art. That evening the four went out to dinner together. While walking home Reg complained that his king size bed was not being fully used and suggested that Jake and Rob join them. The two young men readily accepted. Reg and Will enjoyed showering together. They put on robes and got into bed. Rob and Jake entered the room naked having undressed in their bedroom which was used more for clothes storage than sleeping since most nights they slept with Reg. They stopped and briefly chatted totally uninhibited by they nakedness on their way to the bathroom shower. Will naturally examined each body. Twenty-five year old Rob was handsome with an average body in height and overall build. His most outstanding feature was his innocent face. His soft cut dick hanging over small round balls crowned by a thatch of light hair was in perfect proportion to the rest of his body. The nipples on his smooth hairless chest seemed to be saying ‘pinch me’. Jake’s thirty-three year old body was gorgeous. His, tall, muscular body without an ounce of fat, hosted a large uncut totally encased soft dick hanging over low swinging balls. It appeared to be both a handful and a mouthful. After a quick shower they returned to the bedroom now sprouting rock hard and apparently ready dicks. The head of Jake’s was now half exposed peeping out of the thick skin. Jake kneeled on the bed next to Will as Rob kneeled next to Reg. Will reached for the offered manhood. He gently stroked it pulling the skin fully forward and then all the way back exposing the moist head. He then leaned in and savored the combination of raw man odor and soap. As he brought it to his lips Jake gave no resistance as he leaned forward forcing his impressive piece down the throat of the older and experienced man. As Jake slowly pumped in and out Will reached down and opened his robe. He began to jack his own dick as he swallowed his friend’s. Jake reached down and pushed Will’s hand away from the dick it was fisting. “Let me take care of it.” Jake pulled out of Will’s mouth and soon swallowed the seventy year old dick. When Will felt his juices starting to rise he pushed Jake away and guided the young man’s impressive piece back to his mouth. After a few strokes Jake warned Will that he was close. Will gave a ‘thumbs up’ and continued with his eager mouth. Jake cried out as he unloaded a volcano of cum into Will’s thirsty mouth. As Jake leaned in to once again swallow Will’s, the older man thought to himself, ‘I could never cum and then immediately reciprocate, well maybe at his age I could.’ As Will shot he heard Reg moaning with pleasure as Rob also swallowed mature cum. The two couples sleep in each other’s arms. In the morning the young men had no difficulty getting their mature friends to start the day with an encore. This time Rob entertained Will. Being a Saturday morning they had time for a relaxing breakfast. Wearing robes Will and Reg went down to the kitchen and cooked while the young men lingered upstairs. Reg told Will that Rob was probably on his back receiving a loving fuck from his lover. He explained that Rob was a bottom that usually reserved himself only for Jake. The two came downstairs naked and smiling. Breakfast was as much of a visual treat as a culinary experience. Knowing that Will was a professional photographer the boys requested photos of themselves. Rob wanted a photo of him in a suit with a tie to send to his parents. His last formal photo had been his high school graduation photo seven years earlier. At this request Jake felt hollowness since he could not send a photo of himself to his parents and many siblings for two reasons. First, to his family he was officially dead, having left the Amish community. But secondly, even if he had been on good terms with his family they would not accept a photo as the Amish believe that photographs in which they can be recognized violate the Biblical commandment, ‘Thou shalt not make unto thyself a graven image.’ Since the Amish believe humility is an important value they hold personal photos calling attention on one’s self sinful. Photos are prohibited from their homes. First photos with the filled bookcase as a background were taken of each individually and the two together. Then photos in less formal poses were taken. Then to the great pleasure of Will, Jake asked if photos of them naked could be taken. For the next hour photos in various positions were taken. They included: in bed with sheets covering their privates, posing like Greek statues with soft dicks and smiles, jacking each other and finishing with both full scene and close ups of Jake fucking his lover. Both Reg and Will had a glorious time posing the young men. The photographer was paid for his services ‘in kind’ with a very sensuous suck off by Jake and Rob. They would have to wait at least a month to see the results of the session as Will’s sophisticated developing equipment was at the farm. The remainder of the weekend included sightseeing, conversation, enjoyable meals at home and in restaurants and of course fun for all in the giant bed. Monday morning Will and Reg departed Washington for their ‘Road Trip’ with major destinations being Athens, Georgia and Daisyville, Georgia ending in Key West, Florida. In Athens where Will’s lover, JB, had lived, they would meet with Will’s attorney and financial advisor. Daisyville was the town just three hours south of Athens where Will had met JB while both taught at Daisyville College. Although JB had moved to Athens where he became a distinguished professor of Economics he and Will maintained they loving relationship with frequent visits during the school term and long travels in the summer. After both had retired they had moved to Ohio and lived together until JB’s death. They could have driven from Washington to Athens, Georgia in one long drive but decided to do it in a two day easy trip with a night in Greensboro, North Carolina. There was no special reason to visit Greensboro except that it was about half way to Athens. Following dinner and a movie, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf, in Greensboro they returned to their motel for a relaxing evening in each other’s arms. On the road the following morning they discussed the movie they had seen the previous evening. George (Richard Burton) and Martha (Elizabeth Taylor), a middle aged married couple used alcohol and their verbal battles to mask their emotional dependence on each other. The young couple visiting their home that evening: Nick (George Segal) and Honey (Sandy Dennis) plied with alcohol get caught up in melodrama. After the discussion Reg took Will’s hand, “If that represents married life with a woman I am sure glad I’m in a man to man relationship.” “Amen,” Said Will as he squeezed Reg’s hand. Will then described his friends they would be meeting and what to expect in Athens, Georgia. They would be staying at the home of Daniel Hewes and Alfred Noir. Daniel, had been Will’s and his lover’s, JB, stockbroker and investment advisor for many years. Their routine financial affairs were handled by the very able Victor Hermoso in Daniel’s office. Daniel’s lover and partner of many years was Alfred Noir. To outsiders Alfred was Daniels ever faithful butler, houseman and chauffeur. To Daniel’s circle of friends and inside his house Alfred was his lover and partner. They had a chance meeting on the street twenty years earlier. Actually each had ‘eye fucked’ as they passed and each had turned around a block later. Daniel walked back to the handsome tall Negro and after a brief conversation suggested he come to his office in an hour. Of course in those days a Negro approached by a white man on the street would be very humble. Alfred had laughed as the story was originally told, ’When he invited me to his office I thought – he wants a blow job.’ Alfred was surprised when Daniel was very cordial and ordered lunch be brought in. Alfred again joked later, ‘Actually I was disappointed there was no blow job, that day. He sure was a handsome, hot and a nice man for a white guy.’ Within a week Daniel had a live in butler, yardman. Or at least that is what the neighbors thought. Alfred was in his bed and in his heart. Daniel saw potential in this man who enjoyed reading. He encouraged and supported Alfred’s college studies. Alfred had worked as a waiter at the white men’s country club and also served at private parties in homes. The white folks saw him as no more important than a piece of furniture and told friends intimate stories within his hearing. Alfred wrote a trashy novel about a wealthy woman’s obsession with a black yard man. She spied on him when he hosed himself off at the end of the day. He soon discovered she was watching and gave her a show. This of course greatly increased his daily pay. She invited her friends to watch him and his compensation increased. The husband became suspicious and the story continued with a happy ending. Daniel had found the novel, read it and showed it to his mother. She, who enjoyed conversations with Alfred, gave it to a lady friend to read. The friend’s husband had connections in publishing. This resulted in Alfred being a prolific author of trashy paperback novels. He used various pen names and no one suspects that these intimate racy books are written by a black gay man. Today, Alfred has substantial income from his book royalties. He has written serious novels which I have read. Unfortunately none have generated the income or interest equal to the trash he easily pushes out.” “The young man in Daniel’s office handling my account is Victor Hermoso. He is an extremely talented man in many ways. I know you will enjoy meeting him.” “You will also meet my attorney, Bradford Miller and his younger associate Oliver ‘Ollie’ Kingston. Thanks to Bradford and Ollie all the legal issues both JB and I had concerning investments and JB’s estate have been expertly handled.” “Ollie was a law student at the top of his class when he met Bradford. They two were sitting next to each other at a dinner honoring law students. Their knees touched which led to a very satisfying personal and professional relationship. Bradford invited Ollie to intern at his firm where he is now a respected associate and occasional bed partner.” Their knock was answered by the handsome, tall, milk chocolate colored Alfred. As soon as the door to the street was closed Alfred pulled Will into a tight hug and they deep kiss. “It is so good to see and taste you, Professor Lang. And who is this handsome man?” As Will introduced Reg, Alfred pulled him into an embrace. While they did not kiss Alfred stared into the eyes of the astonished and very pleased man. “Will is an interesting and sensual man. I assume the person he chooses to travel with has similar attributes. Welcome to our home.” Still holding Reg and with his face inches away he continued, “If there is anything I can do to make you visit pleasant it would be my pleasure to do so.” Will told Alfred that they would like to rest since they wanted to be revitalized for the dinner party that evening. They knew a party hosted by Alfred and David would include interesting and fun guests. Alfred replied that a very delightful evening was planned. He suggested the men rest and with a smile advised they keep their pants zipped as he would not want them to do anything that would diminish their ability to fully enjoy the evening. He showed them the guest room. They noted there was a book case filled with paperback books. When questioned Alfred admitted they were all his trashy but to him very financially rewarding novels. Each took a book assuming the story lines would help put them to sleep. The novels were easy to read. They later were told the books were written at a fourth grade reading level to accommodate and sell to all readers. The story lines were predictable. The book Will read was about a single woman who had just been jilted by her wealthy fiancée, Humphrey. He was wealthy from inheritance not brains. He had forced himself on her in their junior year in college while expressing total love for her. She gave in to his rough treatment as he appeared as sincere as his wealth. He had forced her to pleasure him in various ways including tasting his smelly manhood in the barn after they had gone horseback riding. Shaken by the rejection she was driving to an aunt’s home in Maine when she became stranded in a snow storm at a motel that catered to truckers. She shared a table in the small restaurant next to the motel with a tall, handsome but apparently not very educated trucker. He offered to walk her back to her room as the wind and snow was fierce. The story continued with him soon in her bed. She had initiated the love making as he was too much of a gentleman to force himself on her. This trucker was tender treating her like a porcelain doll. Although his manhood was twice the size of her Humphrey’s she felt only ecstasy in the trucker’s arm, not the agony of encounters of the ex-fiancée. Tasting his manhood was appetizing, the penetration heavenly. So the story continued. Reg’s story was as simple except it was about an unhappy wife who found joy with the immigrant uncircumcised Czech janitor working at her husband’s business. The first uncircumcised manhood she had ever seen, tasted or felt the euphoria when entered. Alfred knocked and entered the room finding both men asleep. Gently waking them he announced Daniel had arrived home and the first guest would arrive soon. The remainder would be there within an hour. The two quickly showered and dressed for the evening. Downstairs Will introduced Reg to David (Attorney Bradford), tall handsome, about 6’ 2” (1.9 m), penetrating blue eyes and big hands which Reg later learned matched his equipment. They noted two young men who they later learned were University of Georgia students and football players were setting the table. They had identical physiques. Both were about 5’ 10” (1.8m), wore U of Georgia Bull Dog T shirts that were tight enough to emphasize their bold chests and inviting nipples. Their tight Levis emphasized their narrow waists and sculptured round asses. With identical smiles and sparkling eyes they might be considered twins except one was white with sapphire blue eyes and the other Negro with dark brown eyes. As Daniel introduced Will and Reg to Branch and Martin a gorgeously handsome tall blond came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of glasses for the table. They were introduced to Aiden, a graduate student at U of Georgia pursuing his MBA (Master’s in Business Administration). While his upper body was not as muscular as the football players his narrow waist and sculptured ass were as inviting as the black and white twins. Daniel told them they would get to know the young men later. To Reg’s shock a stunning Negro woman entered the room. Her skin color was almost ebony, one of the blackest Negros he had ever seen. Her deep brown, almost black, eyes were a contrast to her long blond hair. Her black dress with a low neckline was designed to accentuate her ample bosom. The length of her shapely muscular legs was emphasized by the short length of her dress. The hot pink spike heel shoes were the foundation for the sexiest looking female Reg had ever been close to. Daniel introduced Victoria, an associate in his office. Since both Will and Reg had expressed an interest in investment possibilities Daniel had asked Victoria to come early and give the men background on some of the current activities in his office. Reg was surprised when Will and Victoria who appeared to be old friends warmly greeted each other with hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Daniel suggested they go to his home office down the hall. Victoria led them to blueprints on the desk and began explaining the feasibility of an office building project in Atlanta their firm was helping to finance. Reg, who was familiar with such investments, was impressed with Victoria’s knowledge and professional commentary. Reg was also impressed with her answers to his questions. After about ten minutes Victoria stated, “Gentlemen, maybe there is another opportunity you would like to explore.” As she said this her dress fell to the floor. Victoria stood in front of Reg wearing a black bra and very frilly very brief lacey black panties. A black garter belt held up the black stockings. “Do you like what you see?” Reg was embarrassed in front of his friend, Will, being both annoyed and astonishingly horny. He did not understand his feelings as never before had the presence of a woman tantalized his dick. The presence of a woman had never made him horny before. What was different about this blond, ebony black Negro. When she smiled with her crimson red lips he felt the beginning of a stirring in his crotch. Then he felt his hard dick pressing against his tight briefs encased in his pants. She stepped forward and rubbed against Reg’s bulging crotch. Since she was shorter they were not crotch to crotch. “You better stop or I will lose it before the party begins” Reg whispered. Victoria stepped back and sexily rubbed her hands over her tits and bra. She put her fingers down into her frilly black panties and then moved her now moist fingers to Reg’s nose and lips. The smell of her moist hand caused his own dick to drip out some juice. She then took Reg’s hands and guided them over her bra and then panties. She took his hand and placed it under the elastic at the top of the panties. As she slowly pushed his hand down she said, “There are some things that are more fun to erect than a building.” Reg had a very strange feeling. He suddenly realized he was pressing against a folded hard moist dick. “Victoria has a surprise for the white boy,” she said. Reg lowered the panties and out popped a smaller than average cut dick. He examined the dick and the hairless crotch area. He had rarely seen a shaved dick. Kneeling he examined it fondling the smooth balls and rubbing his fingers over the smooth like a baby area where a patch of hair would normally crown the dick. He leaned forward and licked it, then easily swallowed to the base. She/he placed her hands on the sides of Reg’s head and pumped. Soon Reg was rewarded with a torrent of cum that he happily swallowed. Will then said, “Thanks for the show. I have known Victor/Victoria for years. He is a multitalented person. Thanks to him my investments have been as well taken care of in addition to giving me and JB and now you special pleasures. I am sure you will enjoy Victoria more this evening and Victor tomorrow when we visit his office. As Will and Reg returned to the living room Will told Reg that the episode in the office had been jointly planned by himself, Daniel their host and Victoria. He hoped Reg enjoyed his introduction to ‘Southern Hospitality’. Reg stopped Will in the hall, turned to him and pressed his lips to his friend’s. He gently forced his tongue into Will’s accepting mouth. Kissing Will he said, “I enjoyed the interlude. I hope some of the spunk was still on my tongue for you to taste.” As they entered the living room they were introduced to the other guests who had just arrived: Attorney Bradford Miller and his associate Attorney Oliver ‘Ollie’ Kingston. As they were introduced both Will and Reg thought about the college students helping in the kitchen realizing this could be an interesting evening. AND IT WOULD BE!
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    Chapter 2 Meanwhile, Back On The Farm

    May 1965 In the final chapters of Boys of the 1950s and Russia My Home Peter, Tom, Uncle Will and Keith were enthralled by the story of his life told by Vlad as they sat at the kitchen table in Will’s Seville, Ohio farm house. Following Vlad’s story Peter, Tom and Vlad went to the barn to milk the cows. Vlad received a lesson on milking. Then the three returned to the house for showers. They were soon naked in the large shower upstairs. After twenty minutes of washing each other, biting, caressing, kissing, sucking all had swallowed the juice of one of the others. As they dried each other Vlad thought to himself, ‘I sure would like to get to know these guys better.’ AND HE DID. Returning to the bedroom where they had dropped their clothes Tom, still horney although he had just cum, made a suggestion. “Peter, lie on the bed. I think Vlad wants to get to know you better.” Peter, horney as usual, did as suggested. Tom then took four short pieces of rope from the nightstand drawer. Handing two to Vlad he started tying Peter’s hands to the bed’s headboard. “What the fuck are you doing to me,” Peter cried out as the two began tying him down. As he started to twist and resist Tom leaned in. “Trust me my friend. Would I do anything to hurt the body that has been giving me so much pleasure for ten years. Just relax. Have no fear, your lover is near.” Tom leaned in and kissed Peter hard and deep as he continued to tie the hands. Vlad needed no instructions as he also tied the feet. With Peter tied spread eagle on the bed the other two stood on each side. Starting with his ears Tom massaged, tickled and/or licked every part of Peter’s right side as Vlad did the left. Knowing that Peter, who had no armpit hair, was especially sensitive in the pit area Tom lingered there with caresses, licks and bites. Vlad followed on the other side. They moved down the body with both deep throating Peter’s hard dripping cut dick. Ending at the toes they first kissed each one and then tickled the bottom of the feet. Sensitive Peter moaned and laughed begging the two to stop the foot torture. He pleaded for cock relief as his swollen dick began to ache from the stress of the playing. His requests were ignored. Then Tom stood at Peter’s side and began rubbing his hard dick against an arm pit. Vlad did the same on the other side and the two were squeezing their precum onto the pits. Both began to stroke and soon each shot their loads onto the pits. Tom then said, “Well that was fun, let’s go downstairs and have more coffee.” as he put on his clothes. He and Vlad then returned to the kitchen leaving Peter in a state of agony and ecstasy tied spread eagle on the bed with his aching hard dick pointing to the ceiling. The warm cum shooting onto his pits had brought him almost to the brink, instead it just left him totally but happily frustrated. Downstairs Tom told Will and Keith they had left Peter tied to the bed. He suggested the two older men go up and help their friend get it off. The two went up and when they saw the frustrated and very hard Peter on the bed they each rose to the occasion and pulled out their dicks. Kneeling over Peter both men stroked and then shot aiming their loads on Peter’s dick and balls. Using their cum as a lubricant Will fisted Peter who shot an intense load after a few strokes. They then left the young man covered with his own cum from stomach to face and others’ juices in his pits and on his dick and balls. Tom and Peter had never played this way before. But Tom was positive his lover would enjoy a new adventure. The four sat at the table drinking coffee and reading the Sunday Cleveland Plain Dealer when Jacob Winkler, the farmer who now owned the barn and land around the farm house entered. Jacob had been the lover of Bob, the original owner of the farm in the 1930s and 1940s. Bob had died on D-Day. His nephew, Sean – now Roman Catholic Priest Father McFadden, had inherited the farm with the instruction that it should go to Jacob if Sean did not farm it. Sean had given the farm to Jacob. Will then purchased the farmhouse from Jacob. Jacob was married and had children and grandchildren. Jacob brought a fresh baked apple pie his wife, who was oblivious to her husband’s activities with men, had suggested he take to Will. Tom told Jacob about the fun with Peter who was still tied to the bed upstairs. Jacob, a very willing bottom, who at age 52 needed no encouragement ran upstairs. He found Peter covered in cum sleeping. His soft dick looked very inviting. Jacob took it in his fist and even before Peter was fully awake the dick was. Peter looked at Jacob and with a twinkle in his eye said, “mount me.” The farmer removed his boots and pants. Opening the drawer of the nightstand where he knew there was a can of Crisco he took out the can and lubed both his ass and Peter’s dick that was covered with drying cum. Jacob got on the bed and facing Peter lowered himself onto the shaft of steel. Meanwhile downstairs the group was surprised when the kitchen door opened again. In walked Paul Winkler and his four year old son, Paul Jr. “Hi, Junior and I were driving by and saw all the cars. Thought we would stop in and say – ‘Hi’.” Tom stood and shook his friend’s hand (the straight farmer, his age, son of Jacob). Tom introduced Paul to Vlad. “Daddy, I have to peepee,” said Junior as he started to walk to the stairs leading to the upstairs bathroom and bedroom where his grandfather was getting fucked by Peter. Will quickly jumped up, “You can use the bathroom in my bedroom. Peter is upstairs taking a shower.” Will then led the little boy to his bedroom with its entrance from the living room. Paul then commented, “I saw my Dad’s truck in the driveway. Thought he might be in here. I see he must have brought one of Mom’s pies.” Tom replied, “He was here, he said he was going to the barn”. Little Paul Junior returned from the bathroom and hearing that his grandpa was there said, “I wonder what grandpa is doing. Let’s go find him”. At this Tom chuckled as he thought, ‘Oh, little boy, if you only knew what your grandpa was doing.” Paul looked at Tom quizzically, “What’s so funny?” With a straight face Tom replied, “Just thought of a grandpa joke. I cannot repeat it in front of little ears.” Paul was totally oblivious to Tom’s life style although along with Peter they had jerked off together as teenagers and had some grab ass fun at the swimming hole on the other side of the pasture. Both Tom and Peter had obsessed over Paul’s magnum cock, the largest either had ever seen with the possible exception of Roland John’s the short slender book store manager. Tom went upstairs as Paul and Junior finished a piece of pie prior to heading for the barn. He found Peter still tied to the bed. Jacob was riding Peter and jerking himself off. “Sorry to interrupt you busy people. But Paul and your grandson, Junior, just stopped by. They saw the pie and asked if you were here. I told them you probably were in the barn.” Just as Tom entered the room Jacob felt his juices rising. As Tom talked the farmer shot across Peter’s stomach, to his lips. This sight brought Peter off who pumped his third load of the afternoon into the happy farmer as he licked his friend’s cum off his face. Jacob panting, “I will clean myself up and get dressed. Let me know when they go out the kitchen door. I’ll sneak out the front door and meet them at the barn.” Jacob cleaned himself, put on his clothes and waited at the top of the stairs. Peter was left tied to the bed with six loads of cum covering his body from his five friends as well as himself. Jacob escaped out the front door and found his son and grandson in the barn who were never aware that dad / grandpa had been upstairs getting fucked. Tom went upstairs and entered the bedroom. As he entered Peter said, “Are you going to abuse me more, you fucking pervert?” After Tom untied his lover Peter stood. “What the fuck kind of friend are you. You and the Russian abuse me. You send the old men upstairs to have their way with me. At least they had the courtesy of getting me off. Then you send the farmer up to rape me. What the fuck kind of friend are you, you god-damned sadistic deviant. Peter then leaned into his friend and whispered into his ear, “The best kind of sadistic deviant. That was awesome. BUT be aware, I will someday, when you least expect it, get you back.” Peter then wrapped his arms around his lover and held him tight while grinding his crotch into Tom’s. When he stepped back Tom’s clothes were covered with the sticky cum of Tom, Vlad, Keith, Will, Jacob and the massive load Peter had shot onto himself. Tom looked down at the mess on his clothes and laughed, “The joke’s on you my friend. This week is your week to do the laundry.” Both boys laughed. Within an hour they were driving home to Columbus. As Peter, Tom and Keith drove they discussed Vlad’s story. The two young men described in detail the Russian’s handsome dick attributes to Keith. As they talked about Vlad’s dick Peter reached over and placed his hand on Tom’s, (the driver) crotch. “What are you doing you lecherous boy?” Tom exclaimed. “The thought of Vlad’s uncut dick made me think of yours.” Peter replied as he caressed the crotch. “You taught me to enjoy the feel and taste of an intact man. If your dick is going to tempt me, so be it.” From the back seat Keith laughed as he said, “Do you two ever think of anything but dick?” Peter replied, “Dick is not the only thing that I enjoy about my friend. I also appreciate his balls, his chest and nipples and the taste of his sweaty arm pits. Sometimes I even appreciate him for his mind.” He then unzipped Tom and with some difficulty pulled out the now rock hard dick. Peter leaned over and as Tom drove swallowed him. Having just cum about an hour earlier Tom lasted longer than usual. Soon Peter was drinking in his love’s cream. Holding his mouth shut he sat up and took out his own dick. Then he spit Tom’s cum onto his hand and used it to lube his dick as he stroked soon shooting into the ever ready glad rag kept under the seat. “Four times in one day. Haven’t done that since my high school days. Not bad for a twenty-seven year old guy.” Bragged Peter. Keith spoke up from the back seat, “Hand me the glad rag. You two naughty boys got me all excited.” Keith then wrapped the cum infested rag around his dick and happily took care of himself. Arriving home they found their wives watching the end of the Ed Sullivan show. The Beetles had their final of five performances on the show that evening singing five songs including ‘Yesterday’. While the ‘boys’ were sorry they missed the performance they did not regret anything about the weekend. They gave their wives a somewhat edited review of their activities including both the Club and their new friend Vlad. Ann’s comment was, “I wonder if there are such clubs for women? Maybe someday.” Two weeks later Ann and Louise traveled to Dayton for the weekend visiting a friend from college, Mary Lou, and her friend / roommate / lover for a fun time of girl stuff. Peter and Tom, the good fathers, stayed home taking care of the four children: one three year old and three one year olds including the twins. Two weeks later the boys were on the road early Friday afternoon. They stopped in Pleasant Valley and picked up their friend, Sean (Father McFadden), for his introductory visit to the baths. Some say that a man hits his sexual peak in his forties. At 47 Sean was at a level equal to the boys at their age of 27 each. During the forty minute drive to their erotic destination the boys gave Sean a complete description of the joys and opportunities at this establishment. On the phone when Tom had called his former priest and confessor he had given general information with the guarantee that Sean would have an ‘excellent’ time. Following checking in and changing to nothing but towels they took Sean on a quick tour. They met ‘Fill Me Up-Phil’, the Twink that considered himself the official welcomer of the Baths. He offered his ass to all new guests. Usually the guest was just offered the ass once but after Tom and Peter double penetrated his legendary ass he welcomed them again and again. Tom told Phil that they would meet him in the ‘orgy room’ later where they would give a double dick penetration performance for any and all to observe followed by Sean’s initiation. The three then headed toward the sauna to relax prior to their Phil adventure. As they walked down the hall they encountered Vlad. Tom had called Vlad the day before and suggested they meet at the baths. Vlad and Sean immediately recognized each other remembering their meeting seven years earlier in 1958 at the home of their mutual friends: Roland and Alex. Sean had been at the home for his afternoon rendezvous with his friend and lover Keith, a priest from Akron. He had stayed for dinner and met Vlad and his then lover, Adam. The four had an enjoyable after dinner treat with Alex on his back fucked by all. The two immediately renewed their friendship. When Vlad was told that Fill me up Phil was waiting to get a double fuck from Peter and Tom followed by Sean’s initiation Vlad suggested they do it now to ‘get it out of the way’. The scene in the orgy room was as expected. Tom and Peter double fucked but had decided not to cum. Vlad then had his way with the young Twink. Following the fuck Phil as usual removed the cum filled rubber from Vlad, pulled it over his small dick and finished himself off depositing a second load into the rubber. Following the exhibition in the orgy room the four decided to pair off and just enjoy each other. Following showers Vlad and Sean spent the rest of the evening in Vlad’s small room while Peter and Tom enjoyed each other in Tom’s small room. The two boys had fallen asleep in each other’s arms when there was a knock on their door. It was Sean announcing that he would go home with Vlad and hoped to see Tom at Sunday morning mass. Tom and Peter returned to the farm in Seville. Saturday morning after milking the cows Peter graded student assignments and Tom helped Uncle Will with projects around the house. While Peter continued with school work Tom and Will drove to Wooster to grocery shop. That afternoon Tom and Peter drove to Pleasant Valley where each visited his parents having dinner and then sleeping alone in each of their childhood beds. They each enjoyed jerking off in their beds as they had started doing over fifteen years earlier. After breakfasts with their separate parents each went to church: Peter to the Methodist Church with his parents and Tom to the Catholic Church with his parents. At communion Father McFadden (Sean) paused as he gave the bread to Tom. Following the service Tom departed the church with his parents shaking Sean’s hand at the door very formally but tight. Then a few minutes later as the crowd thinned Sean told Tom how much he had enjoyed reconnecting with Vlad. Since their Russian friend would be free Wednesday afternoon he and his friend, Keith, would visit him for their weekly romp. As Tom walked away his mother encountered Sean. After a short conversation between Sean and his mother she proudly announced that Father McFadden would be joining them for Sunday dinner. Tom laughed to himself thinking about eating with Father McFadden Friday evening although no real food just a Twinkie had been on the menu. During dinner Father McFadden (Sean) impressed Tom’s mother with his interest in Tom’s family. They discussed the children as well as Tom’s and Anne’s jobs and studies. Father McFadden already knew everything that was discussed but did not want Tom’s parents to know how close he was to their son. As he departed he asked Tom to stop by the rectory before departing for home as he had Bible related books for the children. Later that afternoon Tom first picked up Peter at his parents’ home and then stopped at Sean’s home where the three had an intimate goodbye session. Sean also gave his friends a full account of his overnight visit with Vlad. There were no surprises as he described his love making with the Russian. Vlad had given Sean a key to his apartment so he could meet with his lover, the priest Frank from Akron, the following Wednesday. Vlad would be at the university and would return in time for dinner and what else might be on the evening’s menu.
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