The Connecticut River Boys - 5. Let Me Entertain You

i want you to know – you may consider this house as your home in hartford. really enjoyed having you here. james is playing the organ again next sunday. you are welcome to stay here. if you want, james is invited to dinner and stay for breakfast. happy studies. uncle david

Just as David completed the text message to CC and pressed ‘SEND’, the phone rang. Scott was calling. He asked if David wanted company and offered to stop at the Burger Joint and bring burgers and salads. When David hesitated, Scott said, “I’m on my way.” Twenty minutes later, Scott arrived with cheeseburgers, a box of fries, two healthy salads and two four-packs of cold Hog River - Hartford Pale Ale. Immediately, Scott noticed David’s sorrowful disposition. He tried to cheer up his friend. However, David just looked sad and was not into friendly conversation.

Scott had an amusing adventure to tell. “Sunday afternoon our group did a gig for a party of women at a 40^th birthday celebration. These ladies were not shy as we lost our clothes. Short version of a long story – as a $10 bill was stuffed into my boot, the only thing I was wearing, the giver whispered in my ear, ‘There is a lot more if I get a private show.’ Ten minutes later we were in an upstairs bedroom, she on her knees, my dick in her mouth. A truly fantastic blow job, even if it was from a female. As she swallowed my cum, she stuffed another bill in my boot, a fifty. My total take including pay for the gig and tips was $180. My rule of doubling means a $360 donation will be made. I saw an announcement about a ‘Gay Teen Support Group’ on the bulletin board at your church. My blowjob and sex dancing earnings plus my extra will go to support that group. When I got home and showered off the essence of ladies, I realized I had a red rash on my dick. Further inspection revealed lipstick. Difficult to wash off, but also enjoyable rubbing shampoo on my dick to clean it.”

David showed little emotion, even to this funny story.

Over the next couple of weeks, Scott called David every evening. Each day, David seemed more depressed. He realized that David’s loss of his love was overwhelming. He called CC in Amherst and discussed David’s situation. Scott suggested that CC visit whenever possible to distract his uncle from the gloomy thoughts. He told CC that he would be willing to pick him up Friday evenings and bring him to Hartford. CC readily agreed to visit most weekends and thanked Scott for the ride offer. The next three weekends, CC arrived Friday evening, having arranged rides with students traveling to or through the Hartford area. His arrival boosted David’s spirits who always prepared dinner for CC and James who stayed overnight. Having these two young and handsome men in his home was certainly a needed distraction. CC and James always included David in at least one activity each weekend such as going to a movie, out to dinner, a concert or theater. They gave up attempting to pay for the outing. David always insisted that he treat the boys.

During the week Scott attempted to bring cheer into David’s life. Taking him out to dinner resulted in more doom and gloom. David would joylessly reminisce about life with Craig. Scott contacted Pastor Jill and asked her for suggestions. She visited David and provided him with information on grief counselors and grief support groups. David thanked her but did not follow up.

After two months of David’s unhappiness, Scott had a plan. On a Thursday afternoon he called David. “I will bring dinner to your house around 6:00. We’ll have the usual from the Burger Joint.” Scott did not ask, he forcefully told David he was coming. As they shared dinner, Scott announced, “Wednesday I am flying to Cleveland and meeting with attorneys and executives of the company my client is attempting to acquire. We thought it was a done deal last month, but there are some snags. You are coming with me. A change of scenery will do you good. Cleveland has a world class symphony orchestra. We will attend the performance Friday evening of an all Tchaikovsky program, including excerpts from Swan Lake and the Fifth Symphony. I checked the map and we are staying at a hotel in the University Circle area within a ten-minute walk of Severance Hall, home of the Cleveland Symphony, The Cleveland Museum of Art, The Natural History Museum and The Cleveland Botanical Garden. We will also visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame downtown. Did you know the expression, ‘Rock and Roll’, was first expressed by a Cleveland disc jockey in 1951? I will be in meetings all day Thursday and Friday while you explore. We will have the evenings to ourselves for culture or whatever you want. You are going. I have purchased the air tickets and made the hotel reservation.” When David started to protest, Scott looked him in the eye, “You need a change of scenery. We will only be gone a few days. Don’t argue with me. If necessary, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you, kicking and screaming, onto the plane.”

Wednesday afternoon, Scott and David picked up a rental car at the Cleveland airport and drove to the Glidden House, a historic boutique hotel near the museums, botanical garden and concert hall. Scott had booked a suite with a king size bed. Following an Italian restaurant dinner, they returned to their room. Scott then got very serious, “David, I really enjoy hanging out with you. But, I do not want to give the wrong impression. I am looking for a friend, not a lover. I do not want to get emotionally involved with someone. Been there / done that. When it was over, I was totally drained and a basket case for a few months. You are an interesting person and the hottest sixty year old I know. So, if it is OK with you, I want to be in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.”

David asked, “What does ‘friends with benefits’ mean?”

It means we are friends and also have sex when we are both in the mood. That is raw sex, no emotion, just enjoyable, no strings attached encounters. At this stage you would probably prefer to wait for the benefits, if you ever want them. For now, we can just be friends. That’s fine with me.

“Scott, what you suggest sounds interesting. I don’t know if I ever will or even want to get emotionally involved with someone. I do need friends and you have proved to be the best. As far as benefits, don’t know when I will be ready.” Then with a chuckle, “Cannot predict what will happen after a few beers.”

After watching TV for a while, David asked Scott, “How does ‘friends with benefits’ work?”

Scott’s reply, “Two people have sex without commitments, just fun. While I am not going to force myself on you, be assured that I am available.”

“Actually, being far from my home full of memories, I feel liberated. Rather than watching TV, I would prefer to see the naked body of a hot Scottish lad. Ever since you recommended this adventure, I have fantasized seeing your naked body again. While I am not going to force myself on you, be assured that I am available.”

With a grin on his face, Scott picked up his phone, played with the screen and stood as a song began playing from the phone’s speaker. Scott sang along to, ‘Let Me Entertain You’, as the song from Broadway musical ‘Gypsy’ launched.

Let me entertain you. Let me make you smile

While singing the first lines, Scott erotically removed shoes and socks. He then draped his dirty socks over David’s head.

Let me do a few tricks. Some old and then some new tricks. I’m versatile

Off came the shirt followed by Scott playing with his nipples

And if you’re real good. I’ll make you feel good. I want your spirits to climb

The pants were slowly unzipped, lowered, than tossed into the corner.

So let me entertain you. And we’ll have a real good time, yes Sir. We’ll have a real good time.

Scott turned around, bent over and removed his light blue soft boxer briefs, while flexing the cheeks of his muscular ass.

And if you’re real good. I’ll make you feel good. I want your spirits to climb

As this line was sung, he turned and swung his dick in a helicopter movement close to David

Let me entertain you. And we’ll have a real good time.

As the song concluded, Scott grabbed the back of David’s head, pulled it forward and ground his dick against the happy face.

After letting his hard dick and swinging balls touch every part of David’s face, Scott stepped back. “Have not taken a shower since this morning. Do you want the possible sour taste of an uncut guy, or should I take a quick shower and smell pretty?”

As David leaned in and kissed the dick head that was half peeping out of the skin, “I want the taste of a man, not soap.” Then after pulling back the skin and exposing the moist head he kissed and licked it. “Like Stilton Cheese, it’s an acquired taste. The musk of a man is a true aphrodisiac as the wet spot in my briefs will attest.”

Scott pulled David to a standing position. As David began unbuttoning his shirt, Scott pushed his hands away. “I’ll take care of that.” Scott slowly unbuttoned the shirt. With the shirt open, he leaned in and kissed each nipple. David moaned. Then he tenderly nipped at each nipple. David moaned with greater excitement. Then Scott bit the left nipple. David yelped in pain. Scott whispered, “Sorry, my intent is to give pleasure, not pain. Actually, no pain, unless of course, you want it.” After saying this, he soothed the hurt nipple with his tongue. Scott then removed the open shirt. He held David’s hands high over his head. Leaning in, Scott kissed the left arm pit. He then licked it. When David giggled in protest, Scott held the upstretched arms tighter and attacked the pit again with his tongue. As David contorted from the tickling torture, Scott gently nipped the pit. David felt a combination of relief and disappointment when Scott ceased the attack. Those conflicting feelings returned as Scott attacked the right pit. Then turning his face to David’s, he held out his tongue, “Lick your pit sweat off me.” The thought of licking his own under arm sweat off another man’s tongue was disgusting. But he obliged and soon their lips were greeting each other as the tongues deeply explored.

Scott knelt, unbuckled the belt, unzipped the pants and lowered David’s pants and briefs together. The average size dick (6 inches, 15 cm) stood straight out.

After giving it a thorough inspection, followed by a few strokes and ball tickle, Scott leaned in and swallowed it. With his nose pressed against the thatch hair crowning it, Scott reached up and tweaked each nipple. He then pulled out, kissed the head and dove down again. Not wanting to take David over the edge yet, he stood and pressed their lips together so David would taste the essence of himself. David knelt and took Scott’s dick in hand, pulling the skin over the head. Then holding each side of the skin with two fingers he exposed the opening. Leaning in he attempted to stick his tongue in the hole. While that was not fully successful, he did get some of the juice on his tongue. He then shoved a finger down the cavity and massaged the hidden dickhead.

Scott realized both were ready. He pulled David to a standing position and led him to the large walk-in shower. Then, being taller, he spread his legs to lower himself so their dicks were at equal heights. Scott then took the two dicks in hand. As he gently pumped, with his on top as they stood, he erupted onto David’s thatch. As the cum slid down onto David’s dick, Scott used it as lubrication to take care of his friend. David, realizing the intensity of his feelings might cause him to be light headed, placed his hands-on Scott’s shoulders. As David spewed out days of pent-up desire, he tightened his hold on Scott as he felt his knees weaken. Following embraces, each helped the other wash. While David carefully washed the natural piece, Scott’s dick rose again. The younger, and always horny Scottish lad was hard and dripping. David watched in amazement as Scott shot his second cumming just minutes after their coupling.

Naked, David crawled into the king size bed with a book while Scott, wearing a robe provided by the inn, sat at his laptop preparing for his meetings starting the following morning. David had only read a few pages of John Evan’s Journeying Boy, story of a young queer man in 1930s England, before the book fell out of his hands and he was asleep. Following a middle of the night piss, David crawled back into the large bed. Although Scott was in the middle of the bed, he was not crowded and treasured having their bodies touch. Curious, he reached down and for the first time experienced his friend’s dick while soft. He was surprised that the impressive dick when hard was about the same size as his when soft. His friend was definitely a ‘grower’. When David woke in the morning his friend was dressed in his power suit. “Good morning. I have to leave soon. We’ll do something this evening. Hopefully, there will be tickets available at the box office for Friday evening’s performance at Severance Hall. It’s a short walk, you can see the concert hall from the front door. Ask the doorman to point it out. Enjoy the museum and your wanderings.”

Following a leisurely breakfast and a short walk to The Cleveland Museum of Art, David admired a 1500s etching by Domenico Beccafumi, an Italian unknown to him. From behind, he heard, “Don’t you wonder what the artist’s intention was? Three nude men lounging close together.” David turned and met the eyes of a distinguished looking man about his age.

As their eyes met, David smiled. He wondered, was that a pick-up line or a serious art discussion? He decided to play along. Since he did not know this person and would likely never see him again, David was not concerned that he might embarrass himself. “Actually, I was contemplating, ‘Why is the man in the middle starring at the penis of the man on the left? And, why is the man on the right checking out the middleman? Those mature men, possibly near our ages, appear very intent in their pursuits’.” Reader friends – you may view this etching at https://www.clevelandart.org/art/1958.314

“You are perceptive. Agree with your thoughts. Hi, I’m Aiden Hudson. While not an art expert, I do appreciate looking and know what I like.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m David Carlson. This is my first visit to this marvelous museum and I’m impressed with its collection.”

“Are you from out of town?”

“I have lived in New England all my life and currently reside in Hartford, Connecticut.”

“Welcome to Cleveland. Is this your first visit? What brings you to our city?”

“This is my first visit, in fact my first full day. I’m traveling with a good friend who is here on business. While he works, I play.”

“It would be my pleasure to be your guide here at the museum. I live in the neighborhood and since retirement visit here every week or so. My partner and I enjoy walking in the area and this is a nice place for both culture and coffee in the museum café. Today he is resting.” David noted that the partner of this handsome man was a ‘he’.

David enjoyed their museum tour and conversation over lunch at the café. When David told Aiden he planned to visit the Severance Hall box office to purchase tickets for Friday’s Tchaikovsky concert, his new friend had a suggestion. Vlad and I have four symphony subscriptions. We usually invite our friends Lee and Owen to attend with us. However, they are going out of town tomorrow. I’ll call Vlad and ask if the tickets are available.”

Aiden immediately called Vlad. “The tickets are available. You and your friend will attend as our guests. I told him about the interesting person I met and he invited you to our place for afternoon tea or cocktails. It’s about a twenty minute walk from here as we cut through the campus of Case-Western Reserve University. Later I will either drive you back to your hotel or walk with you.”

David accepted the kind offer. During their walk Aiden gave background on Vlad: Vladimir Melnikov, born 1920, Moscow; attended special school to learn the German language; first love Herr Franz Eberhardt, his German teacher; met Soviet General Valery Karasyovl, became his interpreter (Russian to German), aide and lover during war; end of war assigned by USSR military to Berlin; met American Major Alan Walters, they become lovers; escaped to USA; worked for Soviet section of the Pentagon; completed undergraduate degree at George Washington University; moved to Cleveland, completed PhD at Western Reserve University (now Case-Western Reserve), Professor at Western Reserve; Retired.

David and Aiden discussed their lives. David told about his love, Craig, who he had met when both were in their twenties. “Our fortieth anniversary was about three months ago. Following the anniversary party, our friend Scott stayed to help clean-up.” (He did not mention that Scott was a male stripper.) David continued with the sad events of the evening after the party, Craig’s death the next day and Scott’s sympathetic help. “I have been depressed since the funeral. Scott has tried to cheer me up. The many memories have consumed and overwhelmed me. Finally, last week Scott told me, not asked me, that I was going to accompany him to Cleveland. The change of scenery has helped with my feeling of sadness.”

Aiden told David that he grew up in rural Georgia and upon graduation from the University of Georgia, explored PhD programs. “Introduced by mutual friends, I stayed with Vlad while investigating the program at Western-Reserve. At the time I was in my twenties and Vlad in his forties. Our friendship quickly turned into love and we have been together over forty years. I received my PhD and accepted a position at Cleveland State University, retiring three years ago.

As they entered the apartment, David found it difficult to believe that the vibrant, handsome, sexy, talkative man he met was ninety years old, as Vlad stood and gave his guest a firm handshake. When the conversation turned to plans for the evening, Aiden told David that he and Vlad were attending a performance of Kiss of the Spider Woman at the Cleveland Playhouse. Vlad suggested, “Why don’t you and your friend join us. We should be able to get two additional tickets.” Not wanting to bother Scott with a call while he was with clients, David sent a text with the suggestion. Five minutes later Scott called.

After hanging up David explained, “Scott is having dinner with the client. He lamented, ‘it will be fucking boring with too much to drink and too much to eat with a group of uninspiring straight guys’. He suggested I attend with you two.” David did not relate Scott’s last comments: “I will not overindulge with food or drink. I hope you will be in the mood to again share some friend’s benefits.

David remained at Vlad’s and Aiden’s place until they went out for an early dinner. David insisted in hosting his new friends. The entire day, from his meeting Aiden to the play was delightful. David enjoyed the performance, but also looked forward to what kind of ‘friend’s benefits’ Scott had in mind. When he returned to the inn he found Scott working at his laptop, wearing only a robe.

Scott smiled as he said, “When I showered, I was tempted to wrap my dick in the provided shower cap so as to not remove any of the man essence. Instead, I just washed with water, no soap to remove the taste you apparently enjoyed last night. Want to sniff it?” He said this as he opened his robe.

……………………………………

Vladimir Melnikov, Vlad, is the main character of my book, Russia My Home, book two of The Boys Trilogy. That story covers Vlad’s life: growing up in Moscow, his war experiences, coming to USA, making friends and studying in Washington DC and Cleveland into his forties in the 1960s. In book three of the trilogy, Life Goes On, Vlad meets Aiden. If you have not read these books I suggest you start with book one of the trilogy, Boys of the 1950s. High school seniors: Peter, the quiet, scholarly, marching band member, and Tom, the outgoing, popular, athlete, have a chance meeting. Outwardly so different, inwardly so much the same. They develop a strong relationship but being the 1950s they hide their true feelings from friends and family. From high school to university to graduate school to professions their love grows while having numerous adventures. In Chapter 36 they meet Vlad whose coming of age story is in the book – Russia My Home.