Life Goes On - 46. The (almost) Virgin Deputy

The preceding chapters covered Vladek’s experiences from the fall of the Berlin wall to his return to Russia in 1992. Meanwhile, the lives of the Boys of the 1950s continued in Ohio.

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1986 - 1988 Ohio

In June of 1986 the four proud parents attended the graduations of three of their children from Ohio State University. PT, the son of Peter and Louise, with a degree in agriculture, had already settled on his farm in Seville with his lover, David. Their very pregnant daughter, Louise, accepted her degree from the College of Education. However, plans to teach elementary school would be put on hold. Sean, the son of Tom and Ann and husband of Louise proudly accepted his business degree and would soon enter the management training program at Olentangy Insurance where his father was now a vice-president.

The two homes purchased by the two couples (Peter & Louise and Tom & Ann) had been perfect for their young families. When all their children had moved out to attend college the two couples switched bedrooms. Louise and Ann moved into the home previously occupied by the Kowalski family while the ‘Boys’ moved into the Smith’s house next door. A few years later with their married children planning to stay in the Columbus area the parents discussed and agreed to a change in living arrangements. They would give their married children (Sean the son of Tom and Ann and his wife Louise the daughter of Peter and Louise) one of the adjacent houses and the parents, soon to be grandparents, would move into the other. A contractor was hired and some modifications were made to the Smith house. Originally the house had four bedrooms. One of the bedrooms was remodeled to provide a large bathroom and walk-in closet for the ladies while the men moved into the master bedroom with its private bathroom. The third bedroom was converted to a combination day room / ladies’ office / guest bedroom. The office in the basement remained the men’s office and the adjacent exercise room had a TV and lounge chairs added to become a man cave. Except for which rooms where they slept nothing really changed. While living next door to each other the man and woman couples had privacy at night and shared meals and daily lives during the day. Now the four would do this in one house. The only guests they might have that would not understand their relationships were their elderly parents. On the rare occasions when any of them visited overnight the couples would temporarily shift to man / woman sleeping arrangements as they had from the time of the births of their children to their high school graduations.

Their daughter and son, Louise and Sean, moved into the adjacent house. On September 21, 1986 Emily Kowalski arrived. The grandparents were thrilled as they assumed Louise and Sean were their only children who would give them grandchildren. The Kowalski’s oldest child, Ann Margaret, had moved to Oklahoma after graduation from college and seldom contacted her parents. The Smith’s son, PT, and his lover David had purchased a farm in Seville following the death of the farm’s manager Daren. They assumed these two gay farm boys would be childless. Within a couple of years they would be saddened, surprised and thrilled as their son’s lover married the terminally ill Ji and adopted her three children, two boys and a girl. They loved these three adopted grandchildren, born to an Asian mother and Kentucky father following the deaths of the biological parents.

In 1988, Emily, the daughter of Louise and Sean was 2 years old and the grandchildren at the farm grandchildren were Tommy – 9 years old, Josh – 7 years old and Becky - 2 years old. At the age of two Emily enjoyed visiting her cousins on the farm.

In August 1988 Peter visited the farm for a week. He had no obligations at the university that month and took his soon to be two year old granddaughter, Emily, with him. She was happy to travel with her grandfather as she felt comfortable with him away from her parents as she saw him every day since he lived next door. While Peter stayed with Uncle Will he visited his son, PT, son’s partner and three children every day. Their farm was just a couple of miles from Uncle Will’s home. Emily slept in the bedroom of her cousin, Becky during her visit.

The second day of the visit Peter sat on the porch on a hot (100 F, 38 C) Ohio August afternoon viewing the picturesque farm scenery while reading a technical magazine. The grandsons were in the barn doing whatever boys do and the two little girls, Emily and Becky, were at Becky’s grandmother’s home, Rachel, the mother of David. The most interesting aspect of the view was that of his son, PT, and his lover, David. Their bodies glistened as they dug a trench in the front yard for the installation of a drainage pipe. Water seeped into the basement following rain storms. Hopefully the improved drainage would fix the problem. Each wore a bandanna, work pants and work boots, nothing else. As the sweat drained down their bodies Peter had thoughts that he knew were not appropriate for a father to have about his son and son’s lover. Peter went to the kitchen and got a pitcher of cold water and glasses to take to the sweating young men. As he approached them with the refreshing water both smiled. David, his son’s lover, dropped his shovel and stretched his muscular arms over his head. As he stretched sweat dripped from the drenched armpits. Two of Peter’s fetishes were uncut dicks and armpits. Standing in front of the smiling man, Peter’s face was within sniffing range of the man musky smell. To no surprise but possible embarrassment he felt his piece starting to ascend. PT reached for the two glasses and while Peter poured David continued to stretch. What Peter did not know was that months earlier Uncle Will had told the two young men that one of Peter’s fetishes was armpits. David was giving the father of his lover a thank you pit scene for bringing the much appreciated water.

As the young men drank one, then two glasses and then emptying the pitcher a car pulled into the driveway. All were surprised to see the sheriff’s deputy’s car. As the law officer approached them all checked him out. The pertinent details which all appreciated: he was about 6’ (185 cm), 170 pounds (77 kg), muscular build, small waist, impressive chest, strong arms emphasized by the tight short sleeve shirt, big hands, short dark hair, and a killer smile. Each privately fantasized being put in handcuffs by this handsome specimen and taken away. Since he was wearing sun glasses the three did not realize that he was also checking them out with special attention given to the chests of the sweating young men as well as their well-defined their crotches.

“Morning gentlemen.”

“Morning Sheriff,” the three said in unison.

The deputy introduced himself as Deputy Dan Rockwell. When Dan held out his hand PT held back stating, “You don’t want to shake these dirty, sweaty hands.” Dan reached forward and gladly held each moist strong hand as his dick gave a special boning up thanks to the touching. He then stated his mission. He warned them about robberies in the area during the past month. Losses had included jewelry, silver, TVs and farm equipment. PT and David had heard rumors of robberies but did not know anyone personally who had losses. PT told the deputy that there was nothing of value in the house and that since hearing the rumors they had been especially vigilant of their equipment.

Peter was aware that Deputy Rockwell was checking out the young men through his sun glasses. As their conversation about robberies ended and before the deputy turned to return to his car Peter said, “You look like you could use some refreshment. Join me on the porch. I can offer you a beer, pop (soda), or ice water. When you arrived I was just relaxing and watching the scenery.”

Dan replied, “The scenery certainly is gorgeous, I mean beautiful. Since it’s too hot for any crimes to be taking place I would enjoy a few minutes of cooling off with a cold drink. My first choice is beer, but since I am on duty any flavor of pop would be refreshing.” As Dan sat on the porch Peter went to the kitchen and retrieved glasses filled with ice and bottles of Vernor’s ginger ale. As he lifted his filled glasses Dan toasted with a smile, “Here’s to friendship and stunning scenery.” As he eyed the two young men he continued, “Your son and as you called him, his partner are certainly hard workers. I do enjoy watching other men work.”

“As do I,” Peter replied. He was not sure where the conversation was turning. He assumed this handsome law man was enjoying more than the ginger ale and corn field scenery.

“As partners, did you mean business partners? Do they own this farm together? How long have they been ‘partners’?”

“To answer your questions, they are partners in all ways possible. They own the farm together. They are both 24 years old and have been friends for 24 years. My great uncle owns a farm house adjacent to the farm of David’s parents. I live in Columbus. Soon after my son, PT, was born we visited Uncle Will. The boys, less than a year old, were put in the same crib to nap. Although both had been cranky and crying as soon as they were together both stopped fussing and smiled at each other. They have not stopped smiling at each other since. When he started talking PT’s first three words were ‘Mama’, ‘Papa’ and ‘David’. As soon as he could talk in sentences he begged me to take him to visit David and the cows. They have been inseparable since and recently purchased this farm.”

Just then 9 year old Tommy and 7 year old Josh came bounding across the yard onto the porch. As soon as they saw grandpa was drinking a Vernor’s ginger ale they asked if they could each have a bottle from the refrigerator. It was then that they noticed the law man and suddenly got quiet. “Boys, this is Deputy Rockwell. He has stopped by for a chat and to cool off with a ginger ale. Deputy these are my grandsons, Tommy and Josh.” The deputy reached out his hand and each boy tentatively shook it. As they ran off to the kitchen the deputy had a puzzled look on his face. Peter then explained how two years earlier David became the legal father and PT the unofficial father of the two boys. Dan replied that he had been at the scene of the accident where the boys’ father was killed.

“Those boys sure are lucky to have such handsome fathers,” the deputy said as he continued to leer at the sweating young men.

The boys returned from the kitchen each holding a bottle of cold ginger ale. As Tommy looked at the sheriff’s car he asked if it had a siren. He then asked if the deputy had ever chased any robbers going fast down the road with the siren on like he saw on TV. “Well, that rarely happens. If it is OK with your dads I will could take you and your grandpa on a short ride with the siren going.”

“Oh yea! That would be swell”, Tommy replied.

“Right now your grandpa and I are having a nice talk enjoying our ginger ales and the lush scenery. When I am ready to go we’ll find you.”

As the boys ran off Tommy said, “See you later.”

As the boys headed back to the barn Dan stated that he needed to piss and asked to use the toilet. Peter led him to the upstairs bathroom, although there was also a bathroom on the first floor the need to be alone with this handsome man guided him upstairs. Dan went into the bathroom and leaving the door open walked to the toilet. He turned and faced Peter who was standing in the hall. As he pulled out an impressive half hard piece he looked up at Peter and smiled. Peter thought to himself that since Dan did not close the door and faced Peter as he exposed himself he obviously had no problem being watched. Was this an invitation? A straight guy would have shut the door for privacy.

Dan thought to himself, He seems interested in seeing my dick. A straight guy would have not stayed to watch. Also, a straight guy would not have brought me upstairs when there is a bathroom downstairs, as Dan remember when five years earlier he had responded to a call from the farm house when the old man then owner had fallen and his wife was unable to help him up.

He smiled at Peter saying, “Don’t you need to piss?” As he said this his cut piece appeared to be growing. Peter entered the room, closed and locked the door. As he approached the toilet Peter undid his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants and underwear fall to the floor. Dan gasped as the impressive now almost totally erect large dick with a mushroom head stood at near attention. With some difficulty Peter forced his dick down and let a long stream of yellow flow. Dan did the same.

Both men shook the last drips of piss off their dicks. The shaking caused each to begin to rise. Both stood holding fully erect dicks. As each stoked their own piece the other watched with horny interest. After each shot streams of white cream into the toilet Dan commented, “That certainly relieves the pressure from watching those two hunks work and sweat. Oops, I did not mean to insult your son.”

“No offense taken,” Peter replied. “There’s something you should know about those handsome guys. They are in a totally monogamous relationship. As far as I know neither has any interest in messing with anyone else. While it is a little difficult for PT to discuss his personal sex life with me, his father, he does tell his Uncle Will about his adventures. Will has told me they go to the baths in Cleveland about once a month. They enjoy watching others and may have a little touchie, feelie in the orgy room and steam room, but as Will says, ‘no lips below the hips with strangers’ or any other activity.”

As they returned to the porch Dan thanked Peter for the ginger ale, beautiful scenery and the ‘sharing’ upstairs. After getting permission from David to take the boys and their grandfather on a ride in the police car he went to the car and gave a short blast of the siren. The boys came running from the barn. Deputy Rockwell suggested the older Tommy sit in the front seat and his brother and grandfather sit in the back. As they drove down a country road he stated they would have to find an area with no cows or other farm animals that might be frightened by the siren. As they traveled on a deserted road he sped up and let Tommy press the siren button. Josh in the backseat got scared but did not cry as he realized big boys don’t cry about such things.

Back at the farmhouse the boys enthusiastically told their fathers about the adventure. Josh bragged that although he was scared he did not cry.

As Dan held out his hand for a farewell shake there was no hesitation on the part of the sweaty farmers to hold the hand of the lawman. All felt an inner tingling as they firmly touched hands.

As they walked to the car Peter suggested Dan meet Uncle Will. Dan gladly agreed to stop by at Uncle Will’s after work where they could share off duty beers.

Later that afternoon Peter was surprised when the sheriff’s car pulled in the driveway. Dan, now dressed in shorts and a T shirt that emphasized his chest and pecks got out and walked up to Peter who was sitting on the porch where he continued to read a professional engineering journal. “Hi again. In the heat of the day I forgot that I was umpiring my son’s Little League baseball game this evening. Would it be alright if I stopped by your Uncle’s home after the game around 8:00 (20:00)?”

The boys had seen the car pulling in and came running from a field where they had been playing. As soon as Tommy heard a ball game mentioned he begged his grandfather to take him to see it. Of course younger Josh also wanted to go. Dan looked at Peter with an ‘OK by me’ expression. Peter replied that of course they would go. The boys ran to the barn where they fathers were working and told them they were going to the ball game. Since David had already promised Tommy that he could try out for a Little League team the following year he not only readily agreed to let his sons go but decided to go with them. As Dan left grandfather and the two fathers admired the bubble ass that so nicely filled his shorts. Following a quick snack the five: boys, fathers and grandfather, were on their way to the Little League field.

Peter had not mentioned the upstairs encounter or any suspicions concerning Dan’s orientation. While it did not shock him that this father had encouraged a friendly older man to a jerk-off session he did wonder why this father would be available for a visit after the game.

Peter had called Uncle Will telling him he would be late for supper and that a very friendly friend would stop by. When Will questioned him about the friend Peter would only say, “With Dan you should feel very safe and protected.”

When Peter arrived at Uncle Will’s after the Little League baseball game he found the old man sitting at the kitchen table with a smile on his face.

Uncle Will laughed as he told his grandnephew the he had received a letter from his friend Reg in Washington. Will told Peter that Reg exercises and swims at the gym a couple of times a week. Recently he went with a friend, Jon, who had an interesting experience. Read his letter and tell me what you would have done in the situation as explained.

The letter started with a discussion of the oppressive summer heat in Washington DC. It then went to the narrative about his friend’s experience. “My friend and I met at the gym for our three times a week exercise routine. That eventful day I cut my exercise routine short as I was having lunch with a group from church. My friend, Jon, who is 81 was taking a shower after exercising. He is a handsome man, over 6 feet tall (1.85 m), flat belly and good-looking for any age, especially 81 years old. First I will explain the layout of the shower area. There are ten shower stalls, each with a shower curtain, five on each side of a walkway that is about six feet (2 m) wide. Most men showering pull the curtain completely closed. Some are not so careful and don’t pull it across the entire opening. Jon noticed an attractive Hispanic young man about 25 – 30 years old who was showering across from him and had left his curtain about ten inches (25 cm) open. Wanting to observe this handsome young man Jon kept his open about the same amount. He then realized that as he washed his body the young man was looking at him. My friend looked back. Normally when someone is caught staring they look away. This young man did not. While Jon could not see the front he did have a good view of most of the handsome body and cute ass. At 81 my friend is very healthy and active, if you know what I mean. He began washing his dick which began to grow. When he looked back he saw that the other was watching him. Then the young man stepped back exposing a half hard piece. It was impressive but not as impressive as my friend’s 81 year old swelled up but not totally hard dick. He heard someone entering the area and turned so his dick was not exposed. When the new arrival went into the shower stall next to his my friend resumed his exposed position. As he continued to wash (actually stroke) his dick the young man watched and smiled. Finally Jon grabbed his towel from the hook just outside the stall, pulled the curtain totally open and dried himself with emphasis on his dick as the other watched. As he stepped out of the shower stall and looked into the stall of the young man who had pulled the curtain open more, the young man held up his hands like you would hold your hands to brag about the size of a fish you caught and mouthed, ‘so big’ with a smile. My friend returned to the locker room and dressed while the other soon entered and went to his locker in a different section and was not visible. When my friend walked from the locker room through the gym toward the door he noticed the young man standing near the exit. As Jon walked through the parking lot toward his car the other arranged to be walking ahead of him. As Jon walked between some parked cars the other who was now about three yards (3 M) ahead of him dropped a piece of paper and walked on. Since the dropping of the paper appeared to be deliberate Jon picked it up. There was a phone number written on it. Meanwhile the other was getting into his own car. As Jon got into his car he thought about the implications of what had happened. Should he call the handsome Hispanic man? He considered various possibilities: (1) The guy was a hustler available for a price. (2) He was searching for a sugar daddy (a rich man who takes care of a younger man) and could be a very expensive encounter. (3) He was a dangerous young man who had robbery or worst planning to mug and beat an old fairy. (4) He had a ‘thing’ for older men and wanted a loving relationship, possibly long-term. (5) He liked the dick of the old man and wanted a casual, no strings hookup – blow job or fuck.

As Jon drove home he considered all possibilities. While his dick was pleading for an encounter his brain was telling him otherwise. After arriving home and a long sensuous jerkoff with thoughts of his shower experience he made a decision. What do you think Jon did?

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He ripped up the paper and flushed it down the toilet.” The letter concluded with a discussion of a museum opening.

When Peter finished Uncle Will asked him, “What would you have done?”

“Hopefully I would have done the same thing Jon did. But knowing my dick often overrides my brain who knows what I would have really done. And you, my dear Uncle, what would you have done?”

With a laugh Will replied, “Today, at the age of 91, and considering my body is not as buff as it was years ago I would be extremely suspicious of anyone that young pursuing me. But ten years ago when I was the age of Jon I would have given the situation much thought. What would I do? Probably same as Jon. However, if I had been your young age of 48 I might have gone for it. I certainly do have memorable memories of past encounters.”

At that point there was a knock on the door. Peter opened the door and welcomed Dan to the farm house. Still dressed in shorts and the T shirt that emphasized his chest, pecks and muscular arms he was a pleasant sight to view. Having umpired the Little League game on a hot humid summer evening his body gave off a man essence that was very pleasing to Peter. While the sight of the damp ring under each sweaty armpit would repel most Peter found it intoxicating. He immediately had thoughts of ripping off the shirt and devouring the pits. Instead, he introduced Dan to Uncle Will.

Will, who had put the letter from Reg back in its envelope, invited Dan to sit at the table. Being off duty Dan gladly accepted the cold beer offered. Peter then placed sandwich fixings on the table while Uncle stated, “As old as I am, I will never stop admiring handsome men. You, Dan, are a delicious distraction on this hot summer evening. Tell us about yourself.”

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Note to my readers: The story of Jon’s encounter at the gym is a narrative of what happened to 81 year old me recently. In my case there was a slight difference at the end. Being 2019, not 1988 I googled the phone number. I was offered, for a price, the name, address and available public information about the young man. What did I do? I did nothing except to run the small piece of paper through my shredder. Had I been younger – what would I have done? I have done some stupid and possibly dangerous things in my younger days – hopefully I would not have pursued this one.

What would you, my reader, have done?