Life Goes On - 69. Where Have All the Boys Gone – Part V  

Henry Bailey and Derrick

Peter Smith met Henry Bailey in the 1950s when he visited his Uncle Will in Daisyville, Georgia. Uncle Will saw potential in Henry, the ‘yard boy’ and had encourage the young man by providing financial assistance so he could attend a Negro college, Albany State College. Henry would begin his final year the fall after Peter’s visit majoring in teacher education and literature. He planned to be a high school teacher. During Peter’s visit Henry met Seth, a pale skinned red head. They became lovers and decided to move north where they could live in a less hostile racial environment. Henry accepted a position to teach English at a Cleveland middle school and Seth was hired by a landscaping firm owned by Vlad’s friend, Alex. The lovers had a blissful life until the tragedy. Seth was killed in an auto / truck accident. After months of mourning the loss of his love Henry visited Club Cleveland Baths, not out of lust but loneliness.

Henry and Derrick met at Club Cleveland Baths one evening in 1975. Both were in shitty moods as each wanted sex that evening but were turned off by the thought of just anonymous sex. They had met in the sauna and continued their conversation at the table near the vending machines. After an hour of meaningful discussion where each told their life stories and frustrations they continued their dialog in Henry’s room. The sex that followed was the most intense and enjoyable Henry had had since the death of his love Seth two years earlier.

Within days the two were living together. Henry had begun his teaching career in 1959 following his graduation from college. Originally he taught English at a junior high school in Cleveland. A few years later he moved to a high school. After receiving a master’s in education he continued his studies taking numerous graduate courses in English, History, Sociology and related fields for enjoyment, not because he was required to. The head guidance counselor at the school understood Henry’s lifestyle. About once a year she would encourage a confused student to talk to Henry about life. He continued teaching until 2002 when he retired at the age of 65.

Derrick eventually became a partner in the veterinarian practice. He and Henry were the same age and retired at the same time. They had both been active in community organizations and used their retirement as an opportunity to give more of their energies to various causes including gay issues, African –American organizations and for Derrick volunteer work at an animal shelter. Most summers they visited Provincetown, Cape Cod in Massachusetts where they could vacation and play with no concern about the color of their skin or their gayness. Derrick passed away in 2012 at the age seventy-five. Two year later Henry was one of the first tenants at A Place for Us, the first LGBTQ-friendly senior housing community in the state of Ohio. Being just a block, a four minute walk, from a Rapid (Cleveland’s metro) station he had easy access to downtown Cleveland and University Circle, the cultural center of Cleveland. Today, 2020, at age 83 he moves slower but is just as horny as he was when his and Peter’s hands touched as they repaired a bike flat tire in the 1950s. He has a circle of likeminded friends at his new home. With accounts at silverdaddies.com and squirt.org on line he sees and chats with gay men all over the world. He and his new young friend, Cory, (he is only seventy-one) have series tickets at both the Cleveland Playhouse and Cleveland Symphony. About once a month a group from their housing community visits the Flex Baths in Cleveland. While they do not expect action they enjoy the eye candy. The joke is that earlier in life they enjoyed checking out younger men. Now at their age everyone there is younger. Henry is active and happy with memories of his many friends and especially the two loves of his life: Seth and Derrick

Fred & Bruce

As covered in Chapters 28 thru 33 in the early 1970s Fred Blackburn, a student at Cleveland State, took an evening course titled Contemporary American Literature which covered the period from World War II to the 1970s. Each week a different book was discussed at length. Giovanni's Room, a 1956 novel by James Baldwin, was the topic of class the second week of April. One of the students, Henry Baily, spoke passionately about Giovanni’s situation and his own place in society as an African-American. After class shy Fred talked to Henry. The two became friends and when Henry discovered, as he had suspected, that Fred was gay he agreed to give the shy young man lessons in gay life. Fred was a quick learner. While Henry was a good friend, Fred hoped to find not just a friend but a lover. Still a full-time student he eventually, while working part-time in his uncle’s hardware store, met and in time became the lover of the UPS delivery man, Bruce. Bruce, about the same age as Fred was 5’10” (178 cm), same height as Fred, muscular arms, strong hands, a well-defined chest showing each nipple protruding on his form fitting brown UPS shirt and an incredible smile on an angelic face. They eventually shared a small apartment on Cleveland’s west side. Following graduation Fred entered a management training program at Cleveland’s major bank.

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For the next five years life was idyllic. Thanks to his finance major at Cleveland State Fred was assigned to the investment division at the bank. He enjoyed working at his desk analyzing potential opportunities for the bank. Being a quiet person he did not relish meeting with representatives of investment opportunities. These meetings were frequently long business lunches or dinner meetings. Meanwhile Bruce was happy with his position at UPS. He enjoyed the physical activities of the job. By the time Fred was in his late twenties the high pressure position often left him drained in the evenings. Meanwhile, Bruce’s physical activity at work increased his libido. Soon after they had started their sexual togetherness they had visited Club Cleveland Baths and witnessed fucking. On their first attempt Fred topped Bruce. The pain to Bruce’s virgin ass almost immediately turned into pleasure. Soon he became an enthusiastic bottom wanting his love’s dick daily. Within a few years the loving lost its passion as it became routine although neither would admit it to the other. Fred no longer needed or wanted the long sessions. Bruce wanted more. Eventually when Fred had an evening dinner with bank clients Bruce would visit the baths. During his first visit without Fred he felt a combination of guilt and extreme hornyness. He sat on the bedlike platform in his small cubical with his back against the far wall and feet toward the door. Since a twenty-eight year old cute muscular guy is major eye candy he had offers from numerous men. He nodded his head no until a tall guy of about forty stood at his door and dropped his towel. Bruce drooled at the sight of one of the largest dicks he had ever seen. The guy smiled and asked, “Want to have some fun?” Bruce wanted to touch this magnificent piece so he smiled. The man entered the small room, closed the door and stood next to Bruce. The soft dick slowly turned into a hard piece of steel. Bruce had only been fucked by Fred who had an above average dick but nothing like what he was stroking. The man saw the pile of condoms and tube of K-Y on the little shelf next to the bed. Bruce followed his eyes and smiled as he took a condom and held it out to the man. He felt dejected when his new friend shook his head no, “Sorry, but no way will that work. If it doesn’t break while I attempt to put in on my whopper it will definitely break in your ass. But that is not a problem. I carry my own”. From a little bag he had pinned to his towel he took out a packet with XXL printed on it. The guy tore the packet open and placed it against the head of his cut dick. He rolled it on and applied a generous amount of K-Y. He then told Bruce to roll onto his stomach. Bruce complied and spread his legs. Mr. Whopper kneeled between his legs, leaned in and pressed his dick head against the inviting hole. He gently pushed in. Bruce was amazed that he felt only discomfort, no shooting pain as expected. The man knew exactly what he was doing as he slowly pressed in and then stopped so the bottom could adapt. He then slowly pulled back leaving only the head in and then slowly penetrated as deep as possible. As the dick head hit that special spot Bruce had feelings he had never felt before. After another gentle in and out the top pulled completely out and flipped Bruce onto his back. Then as his eyes penetrated Bruce’s he rammed in. Bruce cried out in pain. The man held himself deep in and said, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I do want to please you. Just say stop and I will. Otherwise, I will pump your ass hard and raw.” Bruce said nothing, just smiled. Mr. Whopper pulled completely out and rammed in again. He then pumped hard and furious. Bruce wanted to cry ‘STOP’ as much as he wanted more. When he was at the point that he thought he could no longer take the pleasure of the abuse the man pulled out, ripped off the condom and flooded cum over Bruce’s dick, stomach and chest. The guy shook off his dick, stood and left the room leaving a cum covered dazed Bruce.

Bruce, with some shame, realized he felt a level of satisfaction he had never had with his love, Fred. This man had used him, abused him and then walked away. His initial reaction was a feeling of humiliation. Following a shower he returned to his cubical and laid on his stomach with his ass exposed and feet toward the door. He heard someone enter the room. When the intruder began massaging his leg, Bruce reached for a condom and K-Y. Without looking at the visitor he held them up. They were taken out of his hand. Soon the new guy was on his knees between Bruce’s spread legs. He felt a dick about the size of Fred’s enter. The unseen top pumped and following loud grunting pulled out. Although there was no emotion it had felt good. Soon another man entered. When Bruce wiggled his ass and held up another condom the guy walked out of the room. Within five minutes there was another visitor and another emotionless fuck. Bruce then went to the shower. He dressed and went home. He had only been at the baths a little over an hour. He was watching TV when Fred returned home. They shared ice cream, went to bed and neither initiated sex. Bruce was soon visiting the baths at least twice a week. Sometimes he told Fred he had to work late. One evening he laid at the edge of the platform in the middle of an orgy room. He placed a pile of condoms next to his exposed ass. That evening he was fucked five times by an assortment of guys of various ages, colors and dick sizes while others watched while jerking off. Two pulled their condoms off and shot on him. He just wiped it off with a towel. One of the guys just jerked off and then leaned over spreading his juice over Bruce’s dick and balls.

One especially attractive man suggested he visit Bruce and bring a friend. He gave Bruce his phone number. Two weeks later Fred told Bruce he would have a late meeting. Bruce called the number and arranged for the man and his friend to come to the apartment. Fred returned home earlier than expected. The two men were double fucking Bruce. One of them was on his back with his dick in Bruce who was facing down leaning on the other’s chest while the second was kneeling behind with his dick also planted and pumping. Fred said nothing. He turned around and walked out of the apartment. In a near hypnotic state he drove to the apartment of his friend Henry who shared his home with Derrick, the veterinarian. A surprised Derrick answered the door. A sobbing Fred was consoled by his friends. He told them he had noticed a change in Bruce and for the last few months they had not had meaningful conversations or sex. That night and for the next week he slept on the couch at Henry’s and Derrick’s. The following day he called in sick at work and returned to his apartment when Bruce was at work and loaded all his belongings into his car. A week later he moved into the spare room at the home of Vlad and Aiden. When an apartment in Vlad’s building became available he moved into it. Today, Year 2020, about forty years later Fred is sixty-nine years old. He retired from the bank after a successful career. He never developed another meaningful relations. Through the years he did have friends with benefits. About once a month or less he visited the baths for meaningless encounters. Once when he walked into the dimly lit orgy room he saw Bruce getting fucked while two guys watched and stroked. Fred turned around and went home. That was the last time he saw his first and last love.

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Carson & Kyle

Carson met Kyle in 1991 when both were students at Ohio State and he visited the Career Development Center to explore job options where Kyle was a student helper. They became friends and soon lovers. When Carson, an engineering graduate, entered the Peace Corps for a two year stint Kyle, a year younger, had an additional year at the university. Following his graduation Kyle accepted a librarian position in Cleveland. After the Peace Corps Carson and Kyle moved into a small apartment in the building owned by Vlad. Having been in Guatemala during his two years in the Peace Corps Carson was fluent in Spanish. Being financial set thanks to the Trust Fund set up by his grandfather Carson was able to accept a low paid position with a nonprofit organization that provided housing and employment counseling to people whose first language was Spanish. Carson returned to school and obtained a masters in civil engineering.

Kyle took a course in basic Spanish and soon he and Carson were speaking the language at home. They enjoyed practicing the language in bed where the only language permitted was Spanish. Carson applied for a consulting engineering position with an NGO (Non-governmental organization) in Washington DC that developed and consulted on infrastructure projects in Central America. Carson had developed a specialty in water and sewage management. Kyle found a librarian position in Washington. When they told Vlad they were considering positions in Washington DC he put them in contact with Jake and Rob. When Carson had his interview in Washington Kyle accompanied him and they stayed with Jake and Rob. Rob the bookstore manager and Kyle the librarian became instant friends. While both couples were true to their partners they enjoyed joking around and naked time together in the in-house sauna.

With the help of Carson’s grandfather they bought a two bedroom condo in the Columbia Heights section of the city. The second bedroom was used as a combination home office / guest room. They recently celebrated their twenty-fifth anniversary of togetherness and ten years of marriage.

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This concludes the adventures of the Boys of the 1950s and their friend Vlad. Peter Smith and Tomas Kowalski had a chance encounter in 1956, their senior year at Pleasant Valley High School that resulted in a lifetime of love. They met Vladimir Melnikov whose life from the 1930s to the 1960s was told in Russia My Home. The third book in the trilogy, Life Goes On, continued the adventures of these men and their many friends to today, 2020.

I sat at my computer in 2015 planning to write a short story about two boys and their coming of age in Ohio. With no predetermined plot their lives just evolved as in five years I wrote over 700,000 words in three books. The lives of the boys were inspired by my growing up in a suburb of Cleveland. However, their sexual adventures were mostly a combination of fantasy and wishful thinking. The inspiration for writing Vlad’s story came from my numerous visits to Russia (ten visit totaling 369 days from 1997 to 2016) and Poland (based in Wrocław – formerly Breslau, Germany prior to World War II; over 25 visits, total 750 days from 1992 to 2015). Stories my friends told me were included in Vlad’s life.

I have some story ideas for future tales. Until then, Thank You for reading. Would enjoy your comments. You may contact me at tallguyct@hotmail.com or silverdaddies.com My user name there is tallguyct and profile 2255167

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