Life Goes On - 16. An Almost Virgin Student

May 1972 – Cleveland, Ohio

The loving relationship of Vlad (age 52) and Aiden (age 30) since meeting five years earlier had flourished. Their academic careers, Vlad a professor of political science at Western Reserve University and Aiden, an assistant professor of finance at Cleveland State University were almost as rewarding as their love for each other. While Vlad’s sexual allure and appetite had resulted in numerous satisfying relationships including with his teacher in Moscow, a respected general in the Soviet Army, an American Major who assisted in his escape to the United States and then the older Reg, his mentor in Washington, Vlad was now happily in a monogamous relationship with Aiden. Aiden who had had limited sexual experiences prior to meeting Vlad, loved this man twenty years his senior.

On rare occasions they shared sexual experiences with another man. Their two best ‘gay friends’ were the couple of Henry Bailey (age 35) and Seth Cuddley (age 44). Henry and Seth had met seventeen years earlier (Boys of the 1950s). Peter Smith had visited his Uncle Will one summer in Daisyville, Georgia. He met Henry, a Negro college student who did yard work for Uncle Will. Seeing potential in this young man, Uncle Will had provided financial support so Henry could attend college. Within hours of Peter meeting Henry they realized and consummated their natural attraction for each other. Uncle Will, an art professor at a small college, asked Peter to pose nude for an art class for adults he taught. Seth was the student in the class that showed the most promise. Peter asked Seth if he would be willing to visit him at Uncle Will’s home to finish the painting he had started in the class. The next evening Seth arrived with his unfinished painting. Peter asked Henry to also pose for Seth. By the time Seth got his two naked subjects posed for painting, the painting project was replaced with passionate love making. Tall, handsome, muscular Henry with penetrating brown eyes a large uncut glorious piece of manhood was an intriguing contrast to tall, lanky white Peter with an above average cut dick. Seeing this black and white duo replaced Seth’s interest in painting with total lust. The shorter, older red head, joined his naked friends displaying his dick of average size exquisitely crowed by a bush of flaming crimson hair. The redhead and the Negro were soon lovers. When Seth completed his education degree at Albany (Georgia) State College the pair moved north hoping a black/white relationship would find greater acceptance than in Georgia. They found an apartment in an integrated neighbor on Cleveland’s eastside. Henry taught junior high and Seth worked for a landscaping firm.

The two couples, Vlad / Aiden and Seth / Henry, had dinner together weekly. Their couples dates were at each other’s homes, restaurants and occasionally at the home of Roland and Alex. This older couple (both in their 60s) had been meaningful in the lives of three of the younger men. Roland had been instrumental in helping Henry navigate the Cleveland School Board hiring process that resulted in the Negro from the poor south obtaining a junior high school teaching position. When the boys moved north Alex hired Seth to work for his landscaping firm. Seth had demonstrated both his management and mechanical skills. He was now second in command of this profitable business. His duties included the responsibility of managing maintenance of the numerous trucks and pieces of equipment of the firm. Alex thought of Seth as a son and hoped to pass the business on to him. While the two Russians of the group, Alex and Vlad, had very different roots they enjoyed talking to each other in their native language. Alex had immigrated with his parents in the 1920s. They were typical poor Russians living in a communal apartment with four other family groups. A total of twenty-one people consisting of grandparents, men women, children and babies lived in the five rooms plus shared kitchen and bathroom. His mother had a brother in Cleveland and they were able to leave Russia which was then part of the Soviet Union. Alex never fully understood how the family was able to escape the Soviet Union soon after the Russian Revolution. Vlad’s family in Moscow also lived in a communal apartment with his parents, brother and grandparents sharing one room. He had escaped in 1946 while working for Soviet intelligence in Berlin following World War II (his story – Russia My Home – second book of the trilogy)

Alex, a gourmet cook, prepared delicious dinners. There were always two desserts, a traditional cake or pie and then Alex himself. The two younger couples were true to each other with one exception, Alex. Knowing their older friend REALLY enjoyed being fucked the four gang banged him following their dinners. First all six would shower together in the large shower in the master bedroom. With a wall of mirrors on the wall opposite the shower they could wash, play and watch during their prefuck cleanup. Following showers Alex would lay on his back on the king-size bed. The ritual followed with the four younger men drawing cards from the deck kept in the nightstand. This evening the draw from lowest to highest, the order of fucking, was Aiden first, then Vlad, Seth and the final – Henry. Aiden needed no assistance in getting hard. The sight of his five friends, including Alex’s partner Roland brought him to full attention. Vlad then rolled a rubber followed by a generous coating of lube onto his lover. Aiden kneeled between the older and extremely athletic and very fit friend and shoved in. His intense cumming was followed by Vlad’s, Seth’s and Henry’s. After each fuck the rubber was placed in a paper bag for later disposal. There was a pile of hot moist wash cloths and towels available for cleanup. Following the four fucks by the younger men Alex’s lover, Roland, moved in. Of the six men, sixty-one year old Roland was the shortest (about 5’, 6” – 1.65m) and slimmest. The assumption that a small body would result in a small dick was shattered by the impressive piece of manhood dangling. At 7 inches (18 cm), his cut dick was the winner. The four visitors were always amazed as they saw his piece rise to the occasion. As he mounted his lover Alex cried out in joy. The four quietly left the two older lovers as they knew this session would be tender, intense and long lasting.

A week later Vlad and Aiden were the dinner guests of Seth and Henry. To honor their Georgia heritage as well as that of Aiden they always planned a menu of Southern Comfort food. Following a dinner of fried chicken, hush puppies, barbequed baked beans, fried green tomatoes and a peach cobbler for dessert Henry made a suggestion. “My science teacher friend at school told me about a bar in Cleveland Heights. While it is not openly gay, it is gay friendly and has developed a popularity within the community. Let’s check it out.”

Upon walking into the bar it was not apparent they were in a ‘gay’ establishment. They found a table and soon a swishy young waiter appeared. “Hi, I’m Mike and I am here to serve you.” He said this with a twinkle in his eyes. He was definitely advertising his sexuality. On inspection they noted he wore eye makeup, the snug fitting shirt emphasized hard nipples, the size of the bulge in the tight pants may have been enhanced with a sock and the ass globes were highly inviting. He took their beer orders.

Seth joked, “Do you think he is gay?”

As they studied the cliental of the place it became obvious that this place catered to gays. The muscular bar tender wore the 1970s stereotype gay uniform: plaid half unbuttoned shirt and tight Levi’s. His right rear pocket displayed a dark blue handkerchief. Aiden commented, “I know hankies protruding from a rear pocket have a meaning. Does anyone know the significance of the dark blue one in the bartender’s rear pocket?”

Vlad replied, “I don’t have the code memorized. Let’s ask cute Mike.” As Mike sashayed past them with a drink order Vlad caught his eye. After delivering the drinks to a nearby table Mike returned.

“And what can I do for you rugged men?”

Vlad asked: ”We know handkerchiefs of various colors hanging out of a rear pocket have special meanings. The hunky bartender has a blue one hanging out of his right pocket. Is that advertising something?

“You better believe it does. That gorgeous man has a bottom that is begging to be used and abused. On more than one occasion I have had to take over bartending while he has someone help him check inventory from the back room. Or should I say visit his back door.”

Vlad got bold as he said, “Thank you for the information. But I have a question for you. You seem to be a very friendly person but do not have a handkerchief. Do you not have one because you are pure?”

Mike laughed, “Honey, if I wore a handkerchief for everything I was into you would not be able to see my adorable ass. Would you like to help me retrieve some inventory from the back room. I don’t know what you are into but I am sure it is compatible with any of my desires.”

Vlad thanked Mike for his offer but told him he was a one-man, man as he took Aiden’s hand.

As Vlad took his lover’s hand Aiden suddenly turned white with apprehension. As he turned his head while repositioning his chair he told his friends, “I just saw one of my students. He is one of seven students in my senior seminar. Let’s get out of here. I don’t want my orientation know by my students.” Keeping his back to the student Aiden departed with Vlad. When Mike passed the table he commented, “I hope your friends left for a good reason, ‘a fucking good reason’.”

Seth replied with a laugh, “When those two get the urge they GO. It’s a wonder they did not just run to the bathroom for a quickie.”

The following Thursday afternoon Aiden met with the senior seminar group. To Professor Aiden Hudson’s relief the student he saw at the bar, Owen, did not act different than usual. Hopefully he had not been observed in the ‘gay’ bar. Much to Aiden’s dismay, following class one of the young women in the class asked him numerous questions about an assignment until it was necessary to vacate the room as students for the next class arrived. Aiden was exasperated because he really need to piss. His bladder was loaded with the two large cups of coffee he had drunk just prior to class. Finally he was free and quickly walked to the nearest men’s room. Normally he would use the facility in the faculty lounge but his need was too great to walk the extra distance. He stood at the first of four urinals and with great relief let loose with a hearty stream. The door to the hall opened and suddenly someone was standing at the urinal next to him. Since there were four places there was no reason for this closeness. His piss mate pulled out his dick and standing back slightly fully exposed himself. Aiden by habit secretly glanced at the exposed piece. At first he thought it was a large cut dick. He then realized it was a half hard and growing normal size one. Then to his horror he realized the dick belonged to his student, Owen. Aiden was trapped as his bladder continued to unload. Finally it was empty. Normally Aiden would pull on it and shake it before putting it away. This time with a few drops still on the head he quickly shoved it into his pants, zipped up and walked out of the men’s room without washing his hands.

The following day Aiden was in his office preparing a lecture. The door to the hall was open. He heard someone enter and close the door. Looking up he realized it was Owen. As Aiden looked up Owen without being invited sat in the chair at the side of the desk. As soon as he started to speak Aiden got up and opened the door. He did not want to be with this student behind a closed door. Owen began, “I want to apologize about yesterday. I assumed you noticed who was standing next to you. I don’t know why I did it. That is not me. I was awake most of last night thinking about what an ass I was. It was stupid and I will never do anything like that again.”

Aiden suddenly felt sorry for this young man. “Professor Welman, who I share this office with, will return soon and usually has students visiting at this time. If you want to have a private conversation we should go someplace else. We could go to the student union where it would not be unusual for a professor and student to have a discussion while sharing coffee. It is noisy enough so no one will hear our conversation.”

Aiden got up and Owen followed. They sat at a corner table with their coffee. Owen continued his dialogue. “When I saw you and your friends at the bar last week I was surprised. I assume you saw me as you abruptly left after looking in my direction. Seeing you enjoying life with male friends made me envious. I assumed by observing the body language of you and the man you departed with that you two share a special bond.” Aiden thought to himself, ‘If you only knew how special, really special it is.’ Owen continued, “I have never had a special friend. I have longed to have some kind of relationship with another man but do not know how to achieve one. When I saw you enter the men’s room I just wanted to be close to another man. How stupid of me. That was the first time I had ever approached another man. As you might have noticed I got excited by the brief encounter. As soon as you departed I went to a stall and finished what my brain had started. Shit, I don’t know why I am saying this. I am so confused. Maybe you are not like me and only just happened to be at the bar with friends who were men. For all I know you were talking about the Indians (Cleveland’s baseball team) or your latest hookups with women.”

“I was there with friends. And I can assure you we were not talking about baseball or hot women. While I am not going to discuss my private life the man I departed with is a professor and we share more than a professional relationship having lived together for a number of years. I assume I can trust you to be discrete about what I have told you. Since we are here for your benefit tell me about yourself.”

Owen replied, “I grew up in the small town of Findlay, Ohio. My father owns an insurance agency and my mother teaches second grade. I have an older brother, John, and a younger sister, Sally. Luckily my brother happily went to work for my father after he graduated from Findlay College two years ago. I have no interest in the insurance agency or living in Findlay. My father would have been devastated if one of his sons had not been willing to work at the agency and someday take it over. John is married and has a year old son. Sally is a freshman at Findlay College. She is a very outgoing person. We have a close relationship and I know she is sexually active. Not only have we discussed the ways of men, I purchase rubbers for her to keep for special events. She knows I have no interest in girls and unlike my parents and close relatives puts no pressure on me to date women. While both John and Sally attended college close to home I selected a school, against my parents’ advice that is a three hour drive from home. I avoid going home except for major holidays as there are too many questions about my social life or lack of it.”

Aiden broke in, “I am sorry but I have a departmental curriculum meeting to attend in ten minutes. I enjoy our conversation and hope to share coffee again soon. Stop by my office anytime”

That evening Aiden told Vlad about his meeting with Owen. “He is a very likable young man intellectually, personality wise and sexual. But there is something about him. He talked about how much he envied me when he saw me enjoying an evening male friends and his lack of social life. I know the feelings of rejection I had until I acquired a group of likeminded friends. I felt lonely even when surrounded by family and friends since they had no inkling of my desires for men. Owen is a hardworking, high achieving student with a nice personality. Hopefully he will meet Mr. Right and have the happiness he deserves.”

The following week after class while students were still in the room Owen asked Professor Aiden Hastings if they could meet to discuss the day’s lecture. Aiden replied in a very professional tone that he would be free at 2:00 (14:00). He suggested they meet in the student union and share coffee.

Aiden found Owen at the same table in the corner. Over coffee they continued their earlier discussion. Aiden asked Owen what he meant about a lack of social life. He replied, “I attend dorm parties and go out with groups of guys and girls to movies, bowling and other events. But I always feel like an outsider. I have no interest in the girls and the guys usually talk about girls or sports. I started reading all the articles in the sport pages of the Press and Plain Dealer (newspapers) about the Indians (baseball), Browns (football) and the new basketball team, The Cleveland Cavaliers. For six months in my sophomore year I studied Cleveland’s teams more than my university courses. But nothing clicked and I finally gave up. When I go home my dad and brother talk about the teams. They do not understand why I do not attend games since I live close to the stadium and arena here in Cleveland. About every two months they drive to Cleveland to attend a baseball, football or basketball game. I go with them and try not to make a fool of myself with my sports ignorance.”

Aiden was intrigued by the sex life of this personable and handsome young man. He was reluctant to come right out and ask, ‘Are you getting any?’ That seemed too crude but he finally asked, “If you don’t mind my prying, ‘Have you had any male relationships?’ Only answer if you are comfortable discussing them. You can be assured that what you say will not be repeated.” Actually, Aiden knew he was lying as he would share any interesting comments with Vlad.

Owen seemed happy to share his experiences. “I assume like most boys I leaned to jerkoff when I was introduced to the pleasure by guys my age or a little older. While I enjoyed playing with my dick for as long as I remember my first real jerkoff experience was at church camp when I was twelve. One night after lights out one of the boys took out a flashlight and said he was going to beat his meat and asked if anyone wanted to join him. I had no idea what he was talking about. I joined the group out of curiosity. I don’t know how many of the eight of us knew what was happening. We were told to kneel in a circle. The flashlight was placed on the floor so all were dimly visible. The leader pulled out his dick and began stroking it. He then said, ‘Either do as I do or go back to bed.’ None of us wanted to admit we were novices so we joined him. I remember two things about that evening: how good it felt and how much I enjoyed looking at the other boys. To my surprise the leader and two other boys shot white stuff from their dickheads. The leader told us that the guys who shot were men and could make babies and that the rest of us would start shooting our loads someday. I did not understand what he was talking about but did not admit my ignorance. Until I was about sixteen I joined in sessions with boys in the neighborhood, at camp, with my cousins and others. Their talk was always about girls or how much and how far they shot. All I cared about was watching the others jerkoff. Without being told I realized I should not show interest in other guys’ dicks although it was perfectly OK to show interest in girls’ pussys and tits. Around the time I turned sixteen the group sessions stopped. There was talk about ‘queers’ and ‘homos’ doing each other with the impression that to do it with another guy was not right. It wasn’t until my the summer after I graduated from high school that I had a one on one experience with a guy who enjoyed doing it man to man.”

“I had a summer job working for a construction company. The company had an out of town rush job. The job site was a two hour drive from company headquarters in Findlay and we were expected to work ten to twelve hour days. A crew of six of us was sent to the job site. The owner of the building we were repairing that had been damaged by a local tornado paid for us to stay in a motel since it would be impossible to work twelve hour days and also do a four hour round trip commute. During our first day on the job one of the guys, Walt, asked if I would be willing to share a room with him. Of course I checked out the five I worked with. Besides Walt the other four were nice but not attractive. Walt was the image of sex. While the other workers treated me like a dumbass teenager Walt was friendly. He was about forty years old, with an average height, about 5’ 10” ( 1.77 m ) and muscular build. There was a small tuft of chest hair sprouting from the work shirt he only buttoned up half way. His hands were large and strong. Once when we had to hold a piece of scaffolding together he placed his hand over mine. It was electrifying.”

“As were entered the motel room the first evening he suggested I shower first. After my shower I laid on my bed just wearing a T shirt and white under briefs. Walt had turned on the TV and was watching The Partridge Family. He stood and stripped naked. God what a beautiful body. He looked like the naked men I had seen posing in the muscle magazines who wore only a jock strap. A striking hairy chest stood over a small waist, hard stomach, a thin trail of hair leading down to a perfectly formed dick. The muscles in his construction work arms and legs flexed as he stretched his arms behind his head. I figured that if he got naked in front of me he had no problem with me checking him out. He caught me eyeing him and smiled while he nonchalantly scratched his balls. He walked into the bathroom and leaving the door open pissed and then showered. When he stepped out of the shower he dried himself with the door still open. The bathroom was in full view from my bed. He smiled when he caught me watching him. He wrapped the towel around his waist and entered the room. He asked me how I felt after the long hard working day. I replied that I was tired and ached all over. He told me a massage would be the best way to relax my sore muscles and offered to give me a rub down. I replied ‘If it will help, please do.’ He told me to roll over onto my stomach. He began with my shoulders, then back and finally each leg. As a result of his touch I was as hard as steel and felt juice seeping out of my dick. When he finished my back he told me to roll over face up. I thanked him for the massage and told him I had enough. Actually I was embarrassed that he would see the bulge and wet spot on my under briefs. He replied, ‘I know what sometimes happens to a man when he has a rub down, if it happened to you don’t be embarrassed.’ I did not resist when he reached down and rolled me over. I was no longer embarrassed when I saw the bulge and wet spot at his towel. He let his towel drop to the floor exposing his beautiful hard dick. He leaned in to me and began massaging my chest. He lightly pinched each nipple giving me a wonderful sensation I had never felt before. His hand moved down and he started to remove my under briefs. I raised my ass giving him a signal that he should continue. Just his hands lightly touching my dick ass he pulled down the briefs almost made me cum. He then said, ‘We better slow down. It looks like you are ready to pop. It is too soon for that.’ He laid on the bed and wrapped his arms around me. He then said, ‘I have had feelings for you since we first met two weeks ago. I asked the boss to include you on this project. Now let’s make the most of it.’ As he said that he tightened his grip on me. As I started to fall asleep in his arms he released me and got my full attention as he started to lick my nipples. He then moved down kissing my stomach and then my dick head. I was shocked when he suddenly swallowed my hard dick to its base. Never had I imagined this could happen. He moved his lips up and down the shaft. When I warned him I was going to shoot he intensified his movements. I shot down his throat. He moved up next to me and while holding me with one arm jacked himself off with the other hand finishing in a tissue. We fell asleep together in the narrow twin bed. In the middle of the night I felt a warmness on my dick. He was sucking me off. After I shot we snuggled and slept the rest of the night. The alarm clock seemed to go off too early. We went into the bathroom and pissed together following by a fast jerk off shooting into the toilet. As we dressed he told me we should show no signs of closeness during the day. The other guys might be hostile if they suspected anything was going on between us. At breakfast at a diner on the way to work we did not sit together. During the day we avoided working together and avoided each other at lunch. But as soon as we were back in the motel room that second evening our lust continued. That evening I tasted my first dick. It was painful for him until I learned to keep my teeth back. The following night I let him cum in my mouth. I wasn’t ready to swallow so spit it out. The fourth night I swallowed his juices. We worked six days that week returning home late Saturday evening. The following week we had another six day work week and nights of hot sex. Since he was married and had two small children I had little opportunity to see him after work once we returned to local jobs for the rest of the summer. We did have a couple of quick sessions but nothing compared to the out of town nights. That fall I started my studies here at Cleveland State. When I went home for Thanksgiving holiday I learned he and his family had moved to California. That was my first and last and only satisfying encounter with a man.”

“Now that I look back I realize that while the sex with Walt was fantastic I really did not love him. I miss that beautiful body and dick. When I take care of myself his body is always the inspiration. While I miss the sex I would be just as happy with someone else who could satisfy in the way he did.”

Aiden replied, “Except for the Walt part your coming of age was not much different from mine. Actually you are ahead of me in your journey searching for a man. It wasn’t until I was a year older than you that I had my first meaningful encounter with a man. I was a MBA graduate student at the University of Georgia when one day while walking through a park near the campus I had a conversation with as handsome older man. This lead to encounters with him and his lover. Also while a graduate student I worked with a group of finance undergraduates. One of the students came on to me and you don’t need much imagination to know what happened. Both of these encounters were totally unexpected. As a result of meeting the older man I was given the name of Vlad in Cleveland who became my friend and roommate and more. I had stated I wanted to leave Georgia and pursue a PhD program up north. I was told about Vlad at Western Reserve University and we corresponded about PhD programs. When I flew to Cleveland to visit Western Reserve Vlad met me at the airport. That was our first face to face meeting. The mutual attraction was immediate and we have been together since. Someday when you least expect it you will meet Mr. Right.”

“While I told you everything we discuss would remain confidential I admit that I told Vlad about our previous meeting and plan to tell him more about you. I am sure Vlad would be interested in meeting you.”