Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 12:43:46 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: The-Dukes-of-Windsor-01
THE DUKES AND DUCHESS OF WINDSOR
Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives,
relationships and sexual activities. It was inspired only by my visions
and invention. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any
similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental.
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The Dukes of Windsor Copyright 2004 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the
chapters of this story. They have made the writing smoother, more correct
and easier to read.. Thank you guys so much for your help and your
encouragement, keeping me on the path. Love you forever. Paul Daventon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor has 38 chapters and the
story is finished. I will put a chapter on each week if all goes
well. P.D.
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Chapter One
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Matt Ridgway was furious, more angry than ever in his
thirteen year old life. He hated his brother, the brother whom he loved
without ceasing up to that time. For all the years he could remember, he
had slept with his brother, Steve, in the same bed every night, every night
since he was about three years old. That was when Matt had stopped wetting
his bed.
Steve had teased him about still wearing diapers. Every time
his parents had tried regular 'little boy' briefs on Matt, he had peed in
them, soaking the bed. Finally, Steve got tired of Matt doing that, he
thought his brother should be mature enough to overcome it. So he decided
he would cure little Matt to stop wetting the bed.
Steve was putting Matt to bed one night, pulled up the covers
and read him a story. Then he started his campaign.
"You know, Matty, I'd come in and sleep with you if you could
just learn not to pee in the bed. Do you think you could do that? I would
hold you and kiss you and cuddle you all night." His smile was warm enough
to make toast on it.
Matt said nothing, just gave a ghost of a smile, rolled over
and appeared to go to sleep. Steve left and turned out the light, leaving
just a night light in the dim room.
Matt's brain was whirling, thinking about Steve's offer,
wondering if he really could keep from wetting the bed. He was thrilled
with reward if he could.. But, how could he do it? Could he maybe use a
spring clothes pin on his little peepee? He tried it once but it hurt so
bad he screamed. His mother came running, then broke into gales of
laughter to see her young son with a clothes pin on his penis. She laughed
so much that Matt began to get angry.
"Mama, it hurts, IT HURTS." He started crying, holding his
peepee with one hand, trying to pull off the pin.
His Mama finally came to her senses and decided she had
better help her son. "Okay, Matty, I'll help you, but I don't know why you
put it on there. That hurt, didn't it?"
Matt and Steve's mother was not natural mother. If women had
to pass a test to raise children, she would have flunked. Somehow, after
having Steve and Matt to raise, she had enough guts and the barest amount
of motherly instinct to stick to it. It was fortunate the brothers loved
each other, because no one else in the family seemed to.
When Steve was six and Matt was three, Matt was potty
trained, mostly to be with his brother. And Steve kept his promise. He
slept with Matt from then on. They became very close physically, knowing
each other's body from head to heels, including genitals.
When the boys were 13 and 10, Steve had just learned to jerk
off and could have an orgasm, Matt watching all the way. It wasn't long
before Matt was no amateur at jerking Steve off. And, just a few more
months later, Matt learned fellatio and could give Steve a hot suckoff,
where he could take almost all of Steve's cock in his mouth. He wasn't too
good about getting it in his throat, though. That would take until Steve
was 16 and Matt 13.
Then the trouble started. As soon as Matt was able to shoot
spunk, Steve left him. He got his own bedroom and never slept with him
again, never played with him again, at anything. The first night when
Steve left, Matt cried himself to sleep. He couldn't understand what he'd
done wrong and Steve wouldn't tell him.
The second night Matt listened for the clues that Steve was
in bed and had shut out his light. Matt got out of bed, quietly slipping
into Steve's bed. As soon as Steve realized the Matt was in his bed, he
told Matt to get out and go to his own bed.
Steve lay on his left side, presenting his back toward his
younger brother and Matt attacked.
"Damn you, Steve," in his child's voice he cried, "why have
you done this, I need you Steve." He cried harder, sobbing as if his heart
would break, gasping and yelling softly so their parents wouldn't hear.
"Stevie," Matt sputtered to say his pet name for Steve, "please, Stevie, he
pleaded."
When Steve didn't respond at all, he began hitting Steve on
the back with his fists, pounding and still Steve said nothing. Slowly
Matt wore himself out, lay down and fell asleep against his wonderful
brother.
Steve hadn't slept at all. He rose from the bed, picked Matt
up to carry him to his bedroom. Matt was out, deeply asleep and didn't see
the tears flow down Steve's cheeks as he gently lay Matt in his bed and
kissed him lovingly on the cheek. As he started back to his own room,
Steve began to sob quietly with deep heartache knowing he had to be strong
for both their sakes. He didn't sleep much that night.
* * * * *
The man's name was Matthew B. Ridgway. He had been appointed
an associate professor of music at a small college in northwestern Ohio. He
was 28 years old, about 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, no jock but fairly well
put together, average looking with dark blond hair but no facial hair and
very little bodily hair. On the gorgeous male continuum, he was probably a
third of the way from plain to handsome. That top spot would be reserved
for his brother, Steve.
He recently received his PhD from The University of Ohio in
central Ohio, having studied for his thesis into the effects of student
participation in instrumental music activities on students' work habits
since he'd been hired as a band director at a nearby high school. Three
years of teaching high school with barely enough time to have finished his
PhD, was enough late nights and marching for him. Actually it was beating
his head against solid walls that created an intense desire to locate
somewhere else. He was successful but against great odds. Even though he
hadn't had that much actual teaching experience, his advisors recommended
him very highly and a doctor's degree does make a young man feel as if he's
on top of the heap. His work at that high school resulted in many accolades
from music adjudicators on the high school contest circuit and at the state
music conferences where his band had performed with distinction and
received considerable praise. His college advisors should know his
abilities for teaching music and band in particular. They observed his
work at least once a week for three years.
Having interviewed with almost everyone on the Windsor
College campus including the president, chairman of the board of trustees
and the occasional custodian, he was offered a contract as associate
professor with the stipulation that he earn tenure within ten years or be
released from the college. With that to urge him on, he decided to accept,
mainly because it was the only offer he received within three months of
receiving his degree. So, not as fond of starving or working at
McDonald's, he took the more secure road and decided to move to Windsor,
Ohio and Windsor College.
The actual move was not an easy one because he had too much
stuff to carry in his car, a 12 year old Dodge Colt, and the car was too
small to pull a rental trailer. So, what did he do? He called his
brother, his older, responsible, dependable, trustworthy brother, in truth,
a boy scout of the first water. He epitomized all that scouting stood for,
and along the way drove Matt absolutely crazy by criticizing his every move
since the first grade.
Did he love his brother? Damn right! He idolized him,
copied everything he did, said, thought or was about to think.. Steven
Lowell Ridgway, his brother, was 3 years older than him, which means that
he was 31 years old, married with 2 kids (actually 2 beautiful boys, now 3
and 5 years) and a beautiful wife who could be a model, movie star or pop
singer, but who married his handsome blond brother right out of college.
Steve and Becky dated all through college and Matt was thoroughly amazed
that they didn't have a couple children by the time they graduated after
hearing them fucking night after night, day after day, morning after
morning since the three lived in the same apartment. Steve rented the
apartment and Matt joined him after graduating as valedictorian of the
senior class and entered college. Matt only lived with them for one school
year, but that was enough. Matt was jealous as hell of Becky being with
his brother, since he practically ignored him all the time. He hardly
spoke to Matt that whole school year.
Was Steve that straight arrow? Was he really straight? Damn
tootin'. When the two were kids, they played around like all boys. When
Steve jacked off, Matt was right next to him, jacking his tiny prick, maybe
an inch or two long. Not until Matt could shoot bullets did he quit doing
anything like that with him. He became very private, no more sharing of
beds or cum rags. Matt still loved him, but when Matt was 13, Steve was
sixteen and had discovered girls in a big way. Matt was jealous as hell,
he stormed and raged behind his back because Steve ignored him and cut him
out of all his activities.
Matt even joined scouts to be with him, but even there Steve
ignored him, paid no attention to him. Usually a big brother can be counted
on to help a younger one, but not this time. Steve wasn't a jock, and
though he love playing tennis, and swimming, he would never play with Matt
or swim with him. As you can imagine, Matt was practically going out of
his head, losing his feeling of self worth since Steve lived in the house
disguised as an only child since in his eyes Matt felt he hardly
existed. Once, Matt remembered, he asked him something about sex or penises
and he gave him a look of utter revulsion, disgust and loathing. He didn't
recover from that for a long time.
After a year or so, Matt finally asked questions of his
parents, wanting to know what was the matter with him, why didn't Steve
like him any more, why did he ignore him? Matt finally broke down in tears
while asking them, sobbing without relief first in his mother's arms and
then in Dad's. They had no answers that they could give. He pleaded with
them to at least ask Steve what Matt was asking them but they said they
couldn't do that, that would invade Steve's privacy. Hell's fuck, he
thought, why does he have his own monastery, with rules of silence between
us. So, nothing happened. When Steve and Becky were married, Matt thought
he might ask him to be his best man, but no, his fraternity big brother was
going to do that. Well, Matt asked, could he be an usher. No, his ushers
would come from his fraternity. So, he got to sit with his parents during
the ceremony.
Matt was probably feeling a slightly wrong impression about
their communication during those years. Matt did ask him questions and he
would reply with a few words in answer (yes, no, I don't know, who cares,
why don't you clean yourself up). Pick any one. But there was absolutely
no real intercourse between Matt and Steve, of any kind. He somehow
idolized him all way through that and still did. Matt had never gotten
angry enough to fight it out with Steve (he was taller, heavier, stronger)
since Matt didn't want to get beat up bad.
Matt did admit that Becky did talk to him after they were
married, trying to get to know Steve's brother, and Matt felt she was a
sweet girl whom his brother certainly didn't deserve. There were times at
their house such as; wedding anniversaries, births of the boys, Christmas
and Thanksgiving where Matt was always invited, but Steve never once talked
to him as brother to brother or friend to friend. If he asked a question,
all he got was a one word answer. Once in a while Matt dared to ask him to
give some advice, but what he got was the comment that he should be able to
do that on his own.
After Matt received his doctorate and asked him anything,
then he said that Matt was now the smartest one in the family and should
know everything. Why didn't Matt tell him to go fuck himself and not show
up at any event with the family?. Matt figured that he would then have won
the whole war, not just all the usual battles with him. Matt swore to get
to him somehow.
Steve worked very hard in a computer company as a systems
analyst and programmer, making enough money so that Becky didn't have to
teach, just take care of the house and the boys, Jacob and
Joshua. Actually, Matt couldn't believe he made enough money with computers
to support them in the manner they do. But what did he know? He had to
admit that often Matt would go to their house when he knew Steve wouldn't
be home so he could see the boys and talk to Becky. She finally apologized
to Matt for Steve, that she had tried to find out why he was that way with
him, but got nowhere. Steve just wouldn't talk about it.
Matt adored her so much, loved the boys who were great kids,
growing up so well with Becky's even hand at loving and discipline. They
didn't get away with much. And they seemed to like Uncle Matt a lot, he
was always welcomed by them with hugs around the legs, kisses on his face
and laughs as he joked with them. Of course Matt always brought something
for each of them, a toy or game or candy. Strangely, they never acted
toward him same way if their father, his dear brother, was at home with all
of us. Had he set up rules for them to adhere to?
My parents certainly realized what Steve was doing, but knew
no reason or cause. They ignored his attitude toward his brother and
responded to Steve as if nothing at all was wrong.
So, that was why Matt was so reluctant to ask his brother for
the loan of his truck, and his help with the moving. Matt originally
thought he would just ask to borrow the truck and have his friends do the
helping. He had plenty of friends for whom he'd done the helping many
times over the years and they would be glad to help in return. His answer
to himself was 'Yeah, right'! And he was the Pope.
So, what did Matt do?
He called his brother just before the weekend he needed to
move, hoping to catch him at a calm, generous time of day for him but
Matt's hand shook, his knees rattled and his heart fluttered in my chest.
He rushed his speech, "Hi, Steve, I have a problem and I wish
you could help me. I need to move all my stuff from Columbus to Windsor in
the northwest corner of the state. It's too much for my car and if I try
pulling a trailer with my car it would probably fall apart. Could I
possible borrow your pickup on Saturday or Sunday?"
Steve replied coldly, "I suppose you'd want me to help load
and unload."
He lost it completely, "God damn it, Steve, you could do one
thing for me before we die, something that I need from you. I've never
asked for anything before but I'm sort of hung up." He paused, waiting for
him to say something. He was so angry and frustrated that he could hardly
speak. Actually, he could hardly breathe. He was as quiet as Matt was, no
answer to his outburst. He waited without moving a jot.
"Ok, Matt, I'll do it, and I'll help load and unload. Will
you want to come back to Columbus Saturday night?"
Matt was so shocked that it took him a while before he
understood just what Steve had said. "Ah ... ah, Steve, yes that would be
great. I'll have to come back to get my car and drive back to Windsor
early in the week so I can get to work on Wednesday. And I have to pick up
some book accounts at U of O which won't be ready until next Monday."
"What time do you want me to start Saturday morning, Matt,
any time is fine."
"I guess about 8 AM, it should take us a few hours to get to
Windsor." I blew my nose noisily, "Thanks, Steve, that will be a
tremendous help. I'll drive over and leave my car there. See you Saturday
morning."
"Well, be sure you don't park on the concrete driveway, your
car leaks like an diaperless Matt." Matt thought, 'My god, he made a joke,
a joke on me with me.'
A couple weeks later Steve told Matt that Becky had been
listening on an extension, heard his problem and his pleading, and ordered
(and really ordered) Steve to take him and his stuff to his new job for
him. If he didn't help Matt, Becky would have a terrible headache for the
next six months. She meant it, Steve could tell. If Matt had known that at
the time, he wouldn't have accepted and would have rented a truck. Not
having been paid for quite a while, he was running low on cash and his
credit cards were maxed. His salary wouldn't start until his job did, and
he wouldn't have cash in his hand for two weeks after that. Eventually he
would have money coming from the University Printing service for a book
which he wrote that was supposed to be selling for him like hotcakes. At
least, he said, "I'm published."
* * * * *
Steve met him at his apartment in Columbus at 8 AM, carrying
a thermos of coffee and some breakfast rolls which he knew had been
prepared by Becky. She was always ready with goodies like that. He
mentally thanked her.
Steve worked hard, carrying box after box to the truck, the
stereo and Yamaha DX-7, the trombone and other junk instruments for his
teaching role. Matt worked mostly on the clothes and boxes filled with
bureau drawer overflows, his personal stuff, boxes of books and music and,
of course, his PhD certificate in its frame, glowing with its gold
printing, He also had a case of beer he'd stocked up on earlier but hadn't
drunk. Matt figured they'd like a few while working in the heat of late
summer and before they headed back.
After the pickup was loaded, Matt took Steve up to the house
next door, pushed the door in and Matt hollered, "Tony, Tony, can Ricco
come out and play?"
Stephen heard laughter roaring from the house, sound like a
circus and soon he saw a young man, sexy as hell, skip out the door, pants
rolled up, backwards baseball cap on his head. He dribbled a basketball
while he skipped. Steve didn't think that would be easy.
"Hi, Ricco, Tony, I just wanted to say goodbye. I hate to,
but this is the time."
Steven recognized the two men as actual twins, beautiful
blond hunks, very well set up. They both had gorgeous smiles framing their
perfect white teeth. They stood on different sides of Matt, arms around
his waist, his arms across their shoulders.
"Tony and Ricco, this is my older, much older, brother,
Steven, who is making this day possible for me." The three men shook hands
all around, and all the while Steve was stared at by these beautiful twins.
There was no other adjectives that fit them except blond, hunky and
sexy. Matt broke in so Steve wouldn't be too embarrassed.
"Thanks, guys, it has been great living next to you too, I've
enjoyed our visiting and meals together and all the fun and games. I'm glad
we could be very good friends." He turned and hugged each one, receiving a
warm one in return, sincerely given and taken.
Steve asked, "Matt, how do you keep track of who is who.
Sure don't see any difference."
Matt laughed and got between the twins. "Steve, the only way
to show you how I tell them apart would be to pull their pants down." He
pretended to pull on their pants, "Do you want me ...... ?"
"Stop, Matt, you can tell me all about it later." Steve
walked up to the twins and stuck out his hand, but he was immediately
surrounded by twins hugging him, "Any brother of Matt's is a brother to
us."
Matt yelled at the twins. He couldn't help laugh at Steve's
predicament, "Guys, come on, let him go or I won't be able to bring him
back to see you."
The twins laughed, "Matty, we understand and just wanted to
help." Ricco spoke up, "Hey, Matt, our first architecture commission, a
huge addition to a log cabin over in River City, has been finished. It was
for a friend with tons of money so the sky was the limit. Hope you will
come to see us and some of our buildings as we put them up."
Matt answered, "I sure will, guys, just keep me up on all
your projects. I have your e-mail address and you have mine. So do keep
in touch. Thanks for everything. See you."
Steve and Matt walked down the steps toward his truck, turned
to wave good-bye and climbed aboard..
* * * * *
"We have to get moving or we'll never get to Windsor, Steve,
it takes forever." The drive to Windsor was slow and torturous because
there are no Interstate highways going exactly that way. I-75 heads from
Cincinnati directly to Toledo, and Windsor was 40 to 50 miles west of
Toledo. If we took State Route 23 to Findlay, then I-75 to Toledo and
caught I-80 and I-90 west, we could get off on Route 15, 2 miles south of
Windsor. That's a long, long way around, but quicker than taking the
diagonal."
Steve talked to Matt on the way. Most of it was his job, but
he did ask politely about Matt's, what he would be teaching, directing and
advising. He explained that he was the second ranking member of the Music
Department, one professor and one associate professor besides him, aside
from five music instructors, some of whom were grad students. Steve and
Matt almost seemed friendly and he was enjoying himself tremendously with
his brother, finally. Matt couldn't help still being pissed at him, but
tried not to show it.
* * * * *
They arrived about noon, had a fast food lunch and went to
Matt's house, half a duplex which wasn't too bad. It was pretty well
furnished, old stuff but clean and the kitchen was equipped with everything
including a sink. Within a couple hours they had unloaded everything and
Matt brought out the beer he had stuck in the refrigerator. While they had
their first beer, he helped Matt get the stereo and computer all connected,
hooked up and running. Matt put on some old Dave Brubeck tapes which he
loved and knew Steve did too. He did look at Matt when "Take Five"
started, but quickly turned to the computer connections. Matt had already
contacted an Internet Service Provider, so they could connect right away.
Steve at first said he couldn't, but Matt really forced the
first beer on him, then another and another. He kept playing tapes and CDs
that he knew Steve loved. By the time Steve was supposed to take them back
to Columbus, he was zonked and so was Matt. They both knew it.
"Becky will be really pissed at me, Matt, for getting drunk
and not getting back on time. I think we better have a problem with the
truck, one of the computer chips went out and we can't get a new one until
Monday when the stores open up." He gave Matt a sly smile, the first
sincere smile he'd had from him in 15 years. Honest.
"Gee, Steve, all she has to do is hear you on the phone and
she'll know you're drunk. Should I be the one to call? Or do I sound as
drunk as you?" I waited, "And if I call, where are you?"
Steve rubbed his forehead, puzzled, then had a thought.
"Matt, you could tell her I'm out looking around for the part at different
dealers and auto parts stores. That could work, right?" He started
giggling, almost putting me in tears because he sounded just like his 13
year younger self, so childish, yet still mature.
"I guess that will have to do. Now keep quiet while I call."
Matt called Becky and explained what had happened, saying
they could stay overnight in his apartment and get back tomorrow if he
finds the part, or Monday if he doesn't tonight. She did seem relieved
that Matt called and not at all suspicious. Actually, I had the feeling she
was pleased that we'd be together longer. He guessed he sounded more sober
that he had thought.
* * * * *
Steve and Matt (it feels so good to say that even in his
mind) got some Chinese carry out, took it back to the apartment to eat,
following which they started on the beer again. In his mind Matt had been
planning something, sort of putting Steve in position where he absolutely
had to tell him just why he was such a shit to him for so many years. So,
he didn't want Steve too drunk, just enough maybe to tell his brother what
he want to know.
Matt's apartment didn't have a TV cable yet, he just had the
stereo for music, so they sat on the couch, drinking and talking. Matt
could barely keep tears from pouring out of his eyes, just being near him
talking like friends, even brothers.
Matt's time came when Steve went to piss and he followed,
also having to urinate. Steve didn't seem to mind when Matt stood beside
him and peed a stream into the bowl beside his. They stood there, still
and quiet except for the splashing in the blue water, then looked at each
other, deeply into each other's eyes. Matt watched Steve's eyes closely
without blinking until he noticed his eyes start to glisten with wetness,
shining in the bathroom light. Without a sound or movement Steve's eyes
began to let tears flow, really flow from his eyes, down his cheeks, into
his mouth and off his chin to quietly plop into the toilet bowl.
They were standing in front of the toilet, their dicks just
hanging out of their flies, finished peeing, looking at each other, Matt's
eyes dripping tears in sympathy with Steve although he had no idea why he
was crying.
Steve turned toward Matt, very slowly, let go of his soft
penis, and raised his arms to go around Matt's shoulders, where he clutched
at Matt's body, embracing Matt all the while, saying, "I'm so sorry, Matty,
I'm so terribly sorry."
Matt's unemotional brother began to sob, deep, tortured sobs
between his ragged breathing as he gripped Matt harder and harder. His
sobbing became more agitated, more desperate, his body was spasming,
wrenching his muscles into cramps and knots. Matt practically dragged
Steve back to the couch, he wasn't helping much, but he got them there
where Matt sat and pulled Steve onto his lap, just holding him tightly,
trying to calm him. The fact that their penises were still peeking from
their pants tickled Matt later on, but not then.
Matt realized it had been 15 years since he had held his
brother, even touched him, and especially saw his penis, soft or hard.
Somehow he got a handkerchief out of his pocket (his mother always made
sure he had a cloth handkerchief in his pocket before he left the house -
and he still did) and dabbed at his eyes and cheeks. The sobbing had
quieted down, his body very tired but still tense.
It was just a reflex, but he kissed Steve on the cheek, on
both his cheeks, holding his lips to Steve's face for a moment or so, one
hand behind his head. There was no response at first from Steve, but when
Matt's lips actually kissed him again he started sobbing again, not the
horrible sobs of before, but more quiet, plaintive sobs, still from deep in
his soul.
Matt stayed as he was, holding Steve to himself tightly,
caressing his back and patting down his hair, still trying to calm him
down. At first he was afraid he'd done that too well and he was asleep,
however Steve soon pushed away from him a little, his face right in front
of his, looking at Matt's face and into his eyes, the same blue as his own
eyes. His eyes seemed to lose their focus as he closed the gap between us
and pressed his lips onto Matt's pair of lips, their thin, pale red lips
touching each other's trembling, timid mouths. He thought Steve must have
lost his mind, Matt's 'straight as an arrow' brother kissing another man.
He never did that even when they were very young, it wasn't right to do
that, too queer.
* * * * *
Matt certainly wasn't going to be the first one to stop this
wonder of all wonders. Steve was kissing him and he'd take all he could
get. He even began to run his tongue between Matt's lips, trying to part
them and force his way into Matt's mouth as he was prepared to accept his
tongue against Matt's tongue and teeth, gums and inner lips. He happened
to remember that our dicks were sticking out of our pants and glanced down.
Yep, there they were. The twin dicks, still soft just peeking through our
flies, showed our feelings, brother to brother but not sex to sex.
Steve very slowly pulled back a little, put his hands on
either side of Matt's face forcing it to aim directly at his face. He
smiled sweetly, tenderly to me, just one corner of his lips rising in
affection, a loving image to reflect Matt's. He spoke softly, "Oh, God,
Matty, what am I ever going to do now? I'm in such trouble and it's all
because of you and me." That was the first time in fifteen years that my
brother had said Matty, his pet name for his younger brother as kids.
"Matt," Steve began, clearing his throat, "that is why I've
been so mean to you all these years. I .... Love ... You ..., my dear
brother, I love you so much I was going insane at the age of 16, afraid
that we'd be separated if our love affair, which I wanted, was discovered.
I ... am ... so .... sorry .... to have caused you so much pain. You
couldn't see it, but I was suffering just as you were, and I knew well how
you were suffering, believe me, Matt, I grieved for you every day, every
hour." He stopped, dropping tears again, "I can only hope you can
understand what I was doing and that it was the only way I could figure out
to keep us apart." Steve took a deep breath, trying to calm himself,
"Matty, I was so scared that I would come on to you with my eager sex in
hand, and I would ruin you and me both. I had no way of knowing whether
you might be gay at 13, but I just wasn't going to take the chance of
losing you completely.
He continued, "I don't know about you, but I am gay. I've
known it since I was 13 and chose to ignore it to continue as if I were
straight, forcing my mind and body to go along." He hid his face behind
his hands, "I'm sorry for what I've done to Becky, Matty, though I've done
pretty well, but not all that I should have. I love her desperately and
also my Jacob and Joshua are the joy of my life. But, Matty, I love you
more than everything, more than them, even more than myself."
Matt leaned forward to kiss Steve lightly, quickly to show he
was accepting his reasoning, but still very confused. "Steve, I'm never
been with a woman, though I have been with a few men over the years,
nothing more than one nighter's." He grinned,"The twins you met have been
some of those. I've avoided every possibility to be in a lengthy sexual
situation with anyone. I don't know how I knew or felt, but I think I was
waiting for you."
"If you had approached me when I was 13, Stevie, I would have
welcomed you gratefully. I was ready and I loved you without question or
doubt. The possibility that we might be discovered never crossed my mind."
He closed his eyes, "Even though it practically killed me, I'm thinking
that your actions probably saved both of us from ridicule, punishment and
separation. Our parents could easily have sent one or both of us away."
Matt still held Steve tightly to him, caressing as much of
his body as he could reach. He took a big breath through his nose,
coughed, then commented, "Stevie, I think what we need right now more than
anything else," he paused for effect, "is a bath! We stink, my brother
whom I have finally found again, we stink. If you'll get up, I'll show you
how we take baths around here."
Steve looked into Matt's eyes, sneaky, questioning, "Have you
ever had a bath here, Matt?" He smirked since he knew the answer to his
question.
Matt grinned, gave his brother a kiss on the nose, and
admitted, "Well, this will be the first." He started laughing, roaring,
finally getting out, "Come on, stud."
Leading Steve by his hand to the bedroom, Matt started
undressing, throwing everything on the bed. "Come on, Steve, this bath we
are taking together, well, maybe better be a shower." Steve pulled off his
T-shirt, then jeans and finally his boxers slid to his ankles.
Matt was stunned by Steve's body, so toned up, slender but
with defined, taut muscles. "God, Stevie, you are a hunk. You been
working out on that body?"
Smiling shyly, Steve seemed embarrassed, "Yes, Matt, hoping
I'd be able some day to be with you like this. Frankly, I wanted to
impress you."
"You sure have impressed me, brother, and you have a gorgeous
ass, just perfect, man." He paused, "Hey, we're both naked so let's get in
the shower." Again Matt grabbed Steve's hand, thinking that if it worked
once, it might work again. His other hand lightly rubbed Steve's ass, more
as respect and a compliment than anything passionate yet.
* * * * *
In the shower they took turns getting wet, then moving away
from the spray to load on the suds. By necessity their bodies touched
occasionally, but neither one saw that as more than just an accidental
contact. Matt's mind and Steve's were so bound by their emotions of being
together and having given each other professions of deep, abiding love,
they were not centered in their crotch, but in the sexiest part of the
body, their brain.
While Matt went to close up the apartment, turning lights off
and locking doors and windows, Steve had gone to the bedroom, found a pair
of Matt's sleep shorts which he was sliding on just as Matt entered the
room. Matt smiled, a smile that Steve caught.
"Remember, Matty, I don't have any clothes here except what I
was wearing." He looked down at Matt's shorts he was wearing, only a little
abashed, "And, it makes me feel close to you to be wearing your clothes."
He smiled broadly, pleased with his expression of the nearness he felt..
"Well, Steve, pick the side of the bed that you want while I
get some boxers on. Since I've never slept in the bed, either side is
fine." He watched his brother lower the sheet and blanket, actually
staring at that beautiful physique sliding under them. Matt followed suit
and then pulled the sheet over them, too hot for the blanket.
Matt laughed quietly, thinking of Steve and the twins.
"You remember, Steve, the twins in Columbus?"
"Yeah, hot, aren't they?"
"They sure are, and Steve, they knew you were gay when you
first met them. I know because they recognized me as a member of the group
before I knew I was one. If I hadn't been there, they probably would have
raped you all day, and you'd have loved it."
As one, the two men slowly reached for the other, arms
closing around their bodies while they adjusted themselves to comfortable
positions that would enable sleep.
* * * * *
Matt and Steve exchanged a brief, tender kiss, their lips
barely touching, neither one thinking any thoughts other than the wonderful
feeling of being together, in the same bed, holding someone they
desperately loved. No questions about tomorrow or the next day, or about
what Steve was going to do, or Matt for that matter. They slept.
Matt slowly emerged from his deep sleep while wondering in
his fuzzy state why he felt someone or something focusing on him,
disturbing him by the intensity of the nearness. He blinked his eyes,
finally becoming aware of his brother, lying on his left side, his left arm
bent so his hand could hold up his head. A very scared feeling twisted
Matt's stomach and guts into static overload, but he quickly remembered he
and Steve had become brothers and friends again. He was smiling and
staring at Matt, completely naked, his cock standing at attention from his
crotch aiming toward Matt. Immediately after noticing that, Matt realized
his own cock was all the way through the fly of his shorts, also standing
at attention.
Matt groaned, "Ah, Steve, have you ... ah ... been playing
with my little soldier here? Is that why he is straight and tall, standing
at attention? Excuse the 'straight' pun. Hmm?"
Steve snickered, "Yes, little brother, I must admit that is
the truth. I just couldn't resist. Sorry." Another snicker left his lips,
floated over to Matt to be followed by a few more. "You see, I woke up
with one of these," he pointed to his own erection, "and just couldn't wait
until you woke to see yours." He bent over Matt, "Here, let me help you
with these shorts."
Steve 'helped' Matt by pulling down his boxers, dragging the
hard, solid cock with it until it was let free to snap back onto Matt's
stomach. "See," Steve questioned, " doesn't that feel better?" He turned
his eyes up toward Matt's, "From now on we won't have to wear those shorts
to bed, will we?" A rhetorical question. "Now I want to check something,
since I haven't seen your big hardon in 15 years." He winked, "You did have
a good size then, you know."
Matt watched Steve get on his knees to poise himself over
Matt's thighs, one knee on either side. He looked at Matt, smiling, not
explaining his actions, but Matt jumped when his older brother suddenly
took hold of Matt's cock, holding it straight up, sat down on Matt's
thighs, putting his own prick against Matt's so they could compare
"Well, my little brother has been exercising his old
plaything, quite a bit as it looks. In fact, Matty, I'd guess that we are
exactly the same size, what do you think?"
Matt raised up to lean on his elbows behind his back, "Sure
looks the same to me. It even looks as if we have twin dicks, don't we,
our heads are shaped like little helmets, aren't they?"
Steve held the two swollen, rigid cocks together in his right
fist and looked into Matt's eyes, asking him, wondering if it is all right.
Matt smiled, nodded his head slightly then humped his hips, shoving his
cock further into Steve's grip.
Both pricks were oozing pre-cum, covering their cockheads,
running down Steve's fingers to lube the shafts as he started to pump their
dicks as one, sliding his hand up and down the soft skin over the solid
structure of their shafts. As their parents wished, they had been
circumcised. However, neither one felt he had ever missed having a
foreskin, so sensitive was their glans.
"Ohhh, Steve, that feels so good, rub your thumb over my
head." The older brother did that, enjoying himself the erotic sensations
coming from his sensitive glans just as Matt was. Steve was also enjoying
the familiar stunning feelings coming from his scrotum where it rubbed
against Matt's sack of balls, the same size as his large eggs. Keeping one
hand on the two cocks, Steve used his other hand to rub Matt's body, his
tight chest and abdomen though not defined as his own was. Steve thought,
'Wish we would be living close together so I could tone him up like I am.
We'd be almost like twins is he did.'
'No,' he thought again, ' this is my brother, not a twin. We
are slightly different types and should keep our individual selves, not
imitating each other. That would be one of our strengths.' Their new
togetherness was a permanent fact in Steve's mind and heart.
Meanwhile, Steven had kept up the raising of their erotic
sensations, the passionate ecstasy of their sexual drives, pumping the cum
up from their loins, up their piss chute.
"Stevie," Matt whispered, "I'm going to cum, soon, very
soon." As his body jerked and humped, Steve suddenly pumped their twin
pricks faster, urging both of them to explode, send their shots of semen
onto Matt's chest and stomach.
"Ugh, ngh," Matt forced from his chest, "it's here, Steve,
here's my cum." He was breathing hard, panting and jolted his limbs, his
face flushed and sweating as his hot juice gave squirt after squirt down
onto his own body, streaming down his side to the sheets. "Oh, god, man,
that was so good. I've waited for that to happen for so long, I was afraid
I'd missed my chance forever."
"Well," Steve said, smiling, "I hope it was good for you,
'cause it was mighty good to me. I remember when you were 13 and just
started to shoot, I wanted so bad to suck you and drink your cum. But," he
sighed, "I hope you can forgive me for being such a coward, and that
started my horrible treatment of you. Can you forgive me now, Matt?"
Matt grabbed Steve's butt with both hands, gripping the full,
solid cheeks to pull his still hard cock toward his mouth. "Let me do it,
Steve, and you'll see if I forgive you." Matt pulled hard and Steve
followed on his knees until his stone hard cock and spongy glans touched
Matt's mouth, through his lips, tongue and slipped right down his throat.
Way back in high school Matt had learned how to deep throat a good sized
cock, his band buddy who also played trombone owned that prick and was
happy to let Matt experiment on his toy until he got it right.
"Holy, shit, Matt, my God, you got my cock all the way down
your throat. How do you do that? I'm sure I'd gag if a cock ever got near
my throat." He starts to pant, "Man, man, that's so hot." Steve put his
hands on the headboard, pushing and pulling his distended, turgid cudgel in
and out of Matt's mouth, so excited by Matt's tongue all over his prick,
especially under the head flange.
Steve's hips began a tattoo on Matt's face and head, driving
his saliva soaked and hugely swollen prick to slip along his tongue, his
uvula and into his esophagus until he screamed and yelled, "I'm cumming,
Matt, here's my cum, thick, hot, white and heavy to sooth your throat. I'm
shooting ... " he choked up, "love me, Matt, love me."
Matt swallowed probably four or five teaspoons of liquid life
in a toast to his brother. Finally he had to cough and push Steve's hip
away from him. "Sorry, brother, but I was having some trouble
breathing. That's a big cock." He panted and cleared his throat, "Steve,
that was delicious, what I've always been waiting for even though I had put
it out of my mind, almost."
Steve slowly allowed his body to fall gently on Matt's, his
cock lying beside Matt's, both cocks drooling their cum and lubricating the
'nest' between their groins. He lowered his head to rest on Matt's
shoulder, the sides of their faces pressed together while his arms clutched
his younger brother desperately. Matt knew that Steve was silently weeping
and that brought his own tears to the surface which on one side mixed with
Steve's and on the other, dripped into his ear. He couldn't resist making
his next comment.
"I've Got Tears in my Ears From Lying on my Back in my Bed
While I Cry over you." Matt recited the song title soberly and gravely,
broken a bit by an occasional sob while his own tears flowed steadily.
He thought that Steve didn't hear him, but before long the
bed began to rock. Matt soon figured out that Steve was laughing silent,
hilarious belly laughs, seemingly without any intention of stopping. Matt
wrapped his arms around Steve's back and neck, pulling him tightly against
his own naked body.
"You ..... are ...... crazy, Matt," he continued, laughing
out loud, "I can't believe you said that, here and now." He started
laughing again, "Is that a song? Don't remember hearing it ever. Must be
country." He didn't actually say 'Yuck', but the derogatory term was
clearly implied.
Matt twitted Steve, "Where have you been, brother, that's a
classic. I don't say what kind of classic." He started laughing, "I'll
have to get you that recording, Steve. It was sung by Homer and Jethro,
music and lyrics by Harold Barlow. To me it was so silly and stupid, it
was funny. I love it."
"And, since you are wondering, I do have tears in my ears, my
own tears on one side and a mix of our tears on the left. How could I pass
that by without some mention? Anyway, Steve, I've shed enough of my tears
over you in the last 15 years, and I'll bet you have over me too. So,
let's hold the tears, brother, we're are on new lives now, aren't we?"
"Yes, Matt, I guess we are. I have no idea really where we
are going, but if we are together at least some of the time, I'll be very
happy. I love you, I always did and always will." He raised his head to
kiss Matt on the lips, tenderly, sincerely with the love of his brother,
his own bit of humanity.
Matt kissed back, "I know what you mean, Steve, I'm not at
all clear what's going to happen, but if we can keep together, never be
actually apart even though we might be separated for a while, we'll be OK."
Matt slid his hands down Steve's back, rubbing his brother's
strong muscles down to his butt. Those buttocks felt so sexy and exotic to
Matt, solid and strong, but narrow and soft and tight. His fingers caressed
them, then slid deviously between them to explore his deep cleft.
"I want you to know, Matt, that even though it seemed that I
ignored you, I didn't, far from it. You wouldn't have seen me, but I was at
all your special events. I was so proud of your valedictorian speech, I
get choked up right now. Your solos with the band in concert and on the
field are burned into my memory and heart, I'll never forget how wonderful
you were. I did watch over you in Scouts even if I didn't seem so. In
some of the contests, I was mostly behind a tree praying so hard for you to
win, or to do well. Our scoutmaster noticed this and asked me one day about
it. I just said I didn't want to influence you."
The younger Ridgway reached to pull Steve's cock from between
his legs, so he could play with it and his scrotum gently, carefully. By
pulling on Steve's shaft, he forced out more cum on his finger to lick it
off.
Steve continued, "Mark, whenever you played at solo and
ensemble contest and when your band played at contest, I was there. And I
was so proud of you when your band director got sick the day of the
homecoming game your senior year, and you took charge of the band through
the whole thing, directing, calling moves on the field, watching out for
the band in the stands and off of them. I would cry myself sick at night,
wishing I could tell you how I felt. I am so happy now that we are
together again, we're in love and I can tell you exactly how I feel."
By that time Matt had played with Steve's cock until it was
as hard and rock solid, the cockhead swollen and squishy, deep red in
contrast to the pinkish tan of the shaft. The pre-cum that he was drooling
was rubbed over the whole cock. With his other hand Matt had been still
investigating Steve's rear end, between his pert melons and fingering
around the puckered hole, even pressing the opening to force one finger
into it.
Steve finally became acutely aware of what Matt was doing,
"Ah ... Matt .... ah ... I've never played around back there, ever. I'm
a virgin there as anyone can be, nothing's ever gone in there, just out."
Matt thought about rimming him but decided with all their
activities they'd better get a shower first. "Ok, Matt, but you don't know
what you're missing." He pushed Steve off himself, then pulled him by his
prick toward the shower. "Shower first, brother mine, then I'll show you
something."
Steve was dubious, but went along with Matt to get the
shower. After they'd washed themselves and each other, Matt made sure each
was well rinsed. He turned Steve away from the spray and bent him at the
hips toward the wall. Kneeling down, Matt spread Steve's buttocks wide
open to see the brownish-pink rose bud, already twitching and tightening in
advance. Pressing his face into the crack his tongue pointed and reached
out to the asshole, feeling around it then into the center. He felt the
warmth, the sensitivity of the wrinkled mouth and succeeded in forcing his
tongue tip into the opening, inside to feel the strength of the sphincter.
Steve was moaning, wiggling his butt and legs, "Oh, god, man,
I've never felt anything like that, oh, don't stop." But Matt did stop.
"Steve, since you are the virgin here, I don't think we
should go any farther. But," he paused dramatically, "I think you should
sample some of my wares in that direction. We were lost for 15 years, but
now I want your body inside mine so we won't get lost again."
Steve turned to see that Matt was grinning widely and
waggling his tongue at him. Before he could move, Steve pressed his lips
on Matt's and sucked his tongue lustily into his own mouth. He sucked as
hard as he could, practically shoving his whole mouth into Matt's.
Steve's prick was still rock hard, pulsing to his heart beat,
and still oozing his precum. Matt again grabbed the big cock and pulled
him out of the tub and into his bedroom, bringing towels along with them.
While Matt wiped their bodies, Steve wouldn't let Matt's dick alone,
jacking it then squeezing his glans, pulling from base to head to force
more precum out. Gathering this slick, transparent fluid in his hand, he
used it to push his curved fingers along the whole cock, down to the base
where he also slicked up Matt's scrotum, pressing his balls down to the
bottom of the wrinkled sack, pulling the whole piece of Matt's anatomy
toward his feet.
"Ow, damn it, Steve, that hurts, you're pulling too hard."
He complained some more, "I want to keep those gonads in good order, not
smashed to mush, not that I'll ever use the sperm, but I still want it to
squirt at the right time."
"Ok, brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Shall I
kiss it to make it well?"
Matt giggled, "That's not a bad idea, go for it."
Steve sat on the floor while Matt spread his legs so his
brother could get to his balls to kiss them. This he did. But he kept
going, behind Matt's scrotum, licking along the perineum which led right to
Matt's asshole.
Steve found the wrinkled flower of his rear, pulling the ass
cheeks apart for a better view. He kept licking Matt's body down there
until his tongue was licking around the anus, tickling the very sensitive
nerves there. He tried to force his tongue into Matt, as Matt had done
with him, but couldn't shove it in, not pointy or hard enough.
"Steve, don't worry about it. When we get your cock to that
point, it will slip right in - believe me." He smiled down on his sibling,
"Now get up and we'll give you a lesson, me and Matt, Junior, good, I
hope."
* * * * *
Matt hugged his brother, pulling him fiercely against
himself, so overjoyed and exhilarated to be holding his naked body, their
hard cocks meshed together between their groins. Suddenly, Matt pulled
away, lay on the bed on his back, put a pillow under his butt then
stretched his legs back over his head and yelled, "Come on, Steve, this is
your chance. The lube tube is on the night stand so grease yourself and
shove your fingers up my ass to lube me too."
Steve was holding his eight inch cock in one hand and the
lube in the other, staring hard at the sight of his brother's ass, his butt
and his anus, he thought it was winking at him. Moving forward on his
knees, Steve slowly brought himself right up to Matt until his cock was
nestled with Matt's cock and balls, drooling his pre-cum all over them,
shiny, slippery and smooth.
Sliding his hands over Matt's cock then down to his asshole,
Steve put his lube covered fingers against Matt's anus, gently but firmly
poking them inside, then taking more lube and doing the same again. That
didn't seem to be working, Steve thought, so he placed the open end of the
tube directly into Matt's asshole to squeeze what he thought was plenty of
K-Y. Matt felt a little too full.
Looking down at Matt's asshole and his own cock, Steve
couldn't believe that he would soon have his cock inside his brother's ass,
they would be connected the most intimate, possible way. He could hardly
breathe or see right, but his cockhead found the wrinkled lips and with one
little push his glans was nestled inside Matt's sphincter.
The heat, the heat just stunned Steve, his cock had just
entered an oven on broil, that heat warmed not just the head but the whole
shaft too. Without really thinking about it, Steve waited for Matt to
indicate he could go further and push the rest of his prick in. "Ok,
Steve," Matt whispered, "I can take it now, brother, and man, I thought I
taken a couple big dicks, but you are the most I've ever had, and I love
it!. In case you've wondered, you are definitely larger than either of the
Montoni twins."
Steve looked into Matt's eyes, leaned over to press his lips
to Matt's succulent mouth, their tongues parrying in his mouth, as he
gently but lustily made his hot cock slip all the way in, down to its root
and pubes. His cock not only felt hot, it sensed the soft, constricting
side of Matt's rectum and, though he didn't know it, he massaged Matt's
prostate with his spear. Matt himself perceived the depth to which Steve's
cock reached in him, seemed to be near his stomach. He was sweating,
trembling, in ecstacy loving his brother so much and especially his big
cock in his own ass.
"Steve, I hope you are enjoying this because I sure am." He
reached around to grab Steve's buttocks to pull him closed and his dick
farther into his body. "Oh, Steve, now start pounding my ass, shove that
hot rock cock deep and pull it almost out. You know how to do that, the
same as you have done with a woman. Go, on, more, harder and faster,
Steve."
Steve soon found his rhythm, a natural erotic cadence,
creating a force between them of sensations and nerves on fire, clear to
their brains, exciting their minds, hearts and bodies with the coming of
their sexual completion of physical output. "Oh, Matt, I'm going to cum
I'm sorry I can't stop, I can't keep going but I'm pumping, I'm shooting,
I'm filling your ass with my cum, gallons of cum for my brother."
Matt was moving with Steve to his cadence of love, physical
love with his brother, intimate, sexual intercourse between two loving men,
not just sex but making love with each other. Steve's first anal fucking
genuinely jolted his mind and body, never expecting anything so high
powered, so the top of human sex curriculum. Nothing he had ever done
before prepared him for what he had just experienced.
"Steve, I want you to look at my chest, covered with my
cum. For the first time in my life I came while someone was making love to
my ass without touching my dick. That's the effect you have had on me, you
and I belong together, brother, and just wait until you try taking my cock
up you virgin ass."
"Matt, just give me a few minutes and we can do that." Steve
was excited to try it, but Matt said he should wait. "Steve, if I fuck you
this morning and you go home tomorrow morning, Becky is really going to
wonder why you are walking so funny. And that's no joke." He snickered,
just seeing Steve doing the painful walk. "More that anything in the
world, Steve, I was to make love to you, and we will, soon, but today is
too soon. Ok?"
"Ok, Matt, if you say so, but it must be soon. I need you
inside me, brother, I want you to stay with me forever. I don't know what
I'm going to do about Becky and the kids, but I'm not going to let you go."
Matt wanted to quickly calm Steve down. "Steve, you are going
home tomorrow morning and try to act your normal self. You will let me off
by my car at the apartment and go home to love your wife and babies." His
tears slowly coursed his cheeks, "Steve, I love you ten times more than
ever, and need you more than that, so we'll have to work something out.
But, for now, you will go to work, come home to your family and be the
attentive and loving father and husband." He thought, "Steve, do you have
a cell phone?" Steve nodded. "Well, that's how we communicate and leave no
records. We'll set the best times to call each other and stick to that."
"That's good, Matt, that will work." He paused, "Matt, I've
got to do something, I'm slipping out of your ass. What do I do?"
Matt laughed, "Bring it here, brother, and I'll lick it off
for you."
"My God, Matt, you've got to be kidding. Think of where this
cock has just been." Then he started laughing, "Jeez, where it's been,
that's funny, it's been where it has belonged for over fifteen years, and
that's a fact!"
"I'm serious, Steve, drop it in my mouth. Come on, get over
my head. Come on."
"Well, if you are serious, Matt, OK." But Steve sounded
dubious, unsure, but still put Matt's legs down on the bed, crawled over
them and lay his cockhead on Matt's tongue which was sticking out of his
mouth. Steve groaned as Matt started sucking on his cock, clear to the
base, licking it clean as Steve moved it in and out. Matt took it out,
"Steve, that tastes wonderful, your cum and my juices are a great
combination. You can send me a carry out of that anytime!"
The two brothers again met in the shower and again showed
their adoration by washing each other completely. After they dressed,
Steve with some of Matt's clothes on, they walked to the neighborhood
coffee shop, had breakfast, then got in the truck and drove to the college
to see Matt's office and facilities available to him.
* * * * *
Windsor College was primarily an arts and science school,
able to award a bachelor degree and a master degree in music plus the
teaching credentials for all grades of public schools. The campus was
generally old with a few more modern buildings sticking out like sore
thumbs here and there. An abundance of towering trees, oaks, maples and
sweet gums covered the campus with leafy splendor, also with tended lawns
between buildings.
The music building was one of the oldest on campus, an old
red brick two story structure which early on was the main college building.
It still had a small auditorium which was primarily used for music group
rehearsals. That auditorium was equipped with matching Steinway 9' grand
pianos which Matt was dreaming about since he first saw them. He was
hoping to find another pianist on campus good enough so they could play
two-piano duets. Matt had majored in piano as well as trombone for his
bachelor's degree. Performances are now produced in the new auditorium,
built with the gifts of some wealthy alums. Matt, even though he hadn't
started teaching yet, was hoping somehow that a new music building would be
erected as soon as possible. That was his goal.
As they walked the campus, Steve had a difficult time keeping
his hands off his brother, just a touch, a pat on the back, an arm around
the waist which soon slid down to quickly caress Matt's butt. They had to
be careful because a few early students were all over the campus, paying
attention to anyone looking new to them. Matt's asshole was feeling a bit
sore, he'd not taken a cock as big as Steve's ever, even though the twins'
cocks were close.
Entering the Music Building, Matt and Steve walked quietly
back to the office section toward the rear of the building, well separated
from the class rooms. Matt's office had his name on the door, in gold and
even spelled correctly, Dr. Matthew B. Ridgway, Associate Professor of
Music. Steve looked at that, then at Matt, tears in his eyes, pride
showing in his face, pride in this wonderful brother whom he seemed to
ignore for almost fifteen years. Steve mouthed the words silently, "I am
so proud of you, love."
Matt unlocked the door, opened it and nodded for Steve to go
in to see his office. The room was about 10' x 15' with one end completely
stacked with boxes, Matt's music library previously shipped, while the
other end contained his desk, filing cabinet and two visitor chairs.
Matt smiled, "Well, it isn't home yet, but shouldn't take
long. Have a seat in my desk chair, I spent two hours searching this
building until I found the best desk chair I could. Don't know who used to
own it, but it's mine now," he snickered, "and I'm keeping it locked up."
Steve sat in the oversized, leather executive chair, tall
back, comfortable arms and swivel rollers. He opened Matt's desk drawers,
snooping on his brother. "All right, where's the booze? We deserve a drink
after all our work yesterday."
Matt walked to the filing cabinet, opened the bottom drawer
and lifted out what looked like a large old metal Thermos. When he got the
whole top off, inside rested a bottle of good scotch and two plastic
glasses upended over the top. Steve started laughing, he couldn't believe
it, his little brother hiding booze in the filing cabinet. The brothers
each took a glass with a small jolt of scotch, not Steve's favorite, but
the time was here for their brotherhood to celebrate. Clicking plastic
glasses is difficult, but they did it and each took a sip.
"Matt, you keep surprising me all the time. These two days
with you have been miraculous for me, and I hope you know how deeply I
regret those years we were apart, but I'm going to do my best to make up
for them." He put his fingers on his lips, "Hmm, speaking of that, is
there a chance that your ass could take me again tonight? I sure hope so,
little brother, cause I'm just desperate for your butt."
Steve walked over to the door, shut and locked it and turned
around, smirking at Matt, then going to his side, "What about that?" He
wrapped his arms around his slightly smaller brother and pressed his cheek
to Matt's, his lips touching his ear, his hands cupping his buttocks. "I
know, not now, but how about as soon as we get to your apartment. OK?"
Matt couldn't disappoint Steve, "Yeah, Steve, you are welcome
in my ass any time, especially if you bring along that huge cudgel that is
trying to split your pant leg." Matt rubbed Steve's erection with one hand,
the other playing with Steve's ass. "You know, Steve, when we get together
again, which I hope will be soon, I am definitely going after a large chunk
of your ass." He looked behind Steve at his narrow, but solid butt, full
and strong, bulging behind his back, "And, I'm going to lick it, eat it,
then make love to it and eat it all over again."
Three quick raps on Matt's office door broke them apart while
Matt unlocked the door and opened it to see a young woman holding a stack
of mail. "Hi, remember me, I'm Marty Stuart?"
Matt smiled as he took the mail, "Hello again, Marty," he
paused, "thanks for the mail. Oh Marty, this is my brother, Steven
Ridgway."
"I suppose you are married, Steven?", Marty asked with a
question mark, "All the good looking ones are either married or gay."
Steven and Matt looked at each other, thinking 'or, married
and gay'. Steve pulled out his wallet, slipped a small picture from it,
"Marty, happy to meet you, and this is my wife and Joshua and Jacob. I
guess I can easily answer that I'm well married." He looked at Matt, "Now,
here is a single man, Marty, no chains, strings or ties to anyone. But,
frankly," he grinned, "I couldn't understand anyone wanting him!" Matt
gave him a nasty look, not for the reason Marty thought.
Marty watched the interplay between the brothers, their eyes
alight with some inner glow. "Steve, I'll see you later, I hope.
Dr. Ridgway, we'll be talking soon. Remember, you are to be at the
President's Official dinner for new faculty members on Tuesday
evening. Right?" Matt nodded and she continued. "You are starting on
Wednesday, right? And you'll be at the staff meeting that morning. Right?"
"Yes, Mom, I'll be here." He watched Marty blush and said,
"Sorry about that, but I have to go back to Columbus tomorrow, so I'll see
you when I get back." He paused, "And please call me Matt, if you will."
"Ok, Matt, glad to meet your Steven, drive safely. Bye."
* * * * *
Later, both Matt and Steven agreed that Marty was a beautiful
woman. She was slender but very shapely, glowing auburn straight hair,
just to her shoulders and her features were sharp and defined with clearly
a patrician character.
The tall brothers cleaned up, left Matt's office close
together. Matt guided Steve as they walked around the campus, checking out
most of the other buildings. The campus was not large, just about thirty
acres, including the athletic buildings. Since Windsor College did not
field a football team, there was no stadium and no large area devoted to
the sport. A small group of bleachers were near the soccer field which was
contained inside a running track. Some years Windsor College had an
excellent soccer team and drew many fans from the student body and
surrounding area. The cross country and track teams were also some of the
best in the state, in spite of the college's relatively small number of
students. Because of the federal laws on equal rights for women, some of
the men's teams had to be dropped because the school couldn't field both
men's and women's teams. The women's groups on campus didn't think dropping
the men's teams caused any problems.
* * * * *
Driving from the college to Matt's duplex was a matter of 5
minutes so Matt could easily walk on good days. On the way they stopped at
a Pizza Hut to pick up their evening meal, and one more stop to replenish
their beer supply. After their meal and the cleanup, they looked at each
other, their faces showing eagerness and love and lust. Matt felt so at
one with Steve, he felt a attraction to him that seemed beyond his
understanding. How could he tell Steve what he feels? He needed to try
because they'd been split apart for so long, they so needed to be in synch
as they were as kids.
"Steve," Matt started, lying on the bed, looking up to his
brother standing above him. "Steve, I can't explain it, but I have never
had this feeling of attraction to anyone before. You have such an appeal
for me, you charm my soul and my passion beyond any limits I've known. I
know that I love you, but it is so much more. I feel as if I'm being drawn
into you, body and soul. And, I love it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere
else." He thought out loud, "Do you have any conception of what I'm
saying?"
Steve didn't speak, he grabbed Matt's right hand and slowly
pulled him upright on the floor to hold him tightly, pressing his hands
around Matt's body, resting his head on his brother's shoulder, just
sensing Matt's breathing and pulse, his aura of intelligence, love,
emotions and superior abilities.
"Matt, you know, for so long I had to discipline myself not
to think of you that way, of love and lust, otherwise I'm sure I'd have
zoned out completely, maybe even permanently. I was afraid - I know, I
know, you thought I could never be afraid - but I was, I was terrified,
thinking, oh god, what would our parents do if they knew." While Steve was
speaking, he was also slowly removing Matt's clothing until his young
brother was completely naked, his slim body standing upright along with his
erect cock which was point directly up along his abdomen.
Steve held Matt's prick, pulsating and swelling, and pulled
it toward the bed. Fortunately, Matt's body followed along. Steve smiled
lovingly, adoringly and with a leering look in his eyes.
* * * * *
Monday morning the brothers left early after cleaning up and
stopping at the coffee shop around the corner. Steve's pickup was empty
this trip and felt much more eager to travel, so they concentrated on
making time. Neither one spoke, though Matt showed his feelings clearly by
resting his left hand on Steve's solid upper thigh, occasionally his
fingers straying over that bulging crotch, not toying, just showing his
love and devotion.
Matt finally spoke when they entered the Columbus city
limits, "Steve, I hope you can agree with my hopes, my desires for the time
coming up for us." He turned toward Steve, bending his left leg, sliding it
up on the seat beside him. "I think you should stay with Becky and Joshua
and Jacob, trying your very best to keep to your responsibilities to them.
Maybe, later on, brother, we can consider different moves. But I think
what I just said comes first for at least a year. Can you find that
feasible?"
Matt noticed the tears sliding down Steve's flushed cheeks as
he tried to come to terms with his problems. "Matty, I would like nothing
more that to go back with you, live with you, make love with you. I just
don't know." He wiped his face using the back of his hand like a kid.
"Yes, I will do as you ask, but I will keep hoping we can be together. I
have other responsibilities to deal with in Columbus besides my family, so
I honestly couldn't move now anyway. I love you so desperately, just as I
have for the past 15 years, only more."
"Ok, Steve, that will have to do for now. I want you to get
another cell phone that Becky knows nothing about because I want to talk to
you as often as feasible. Possible?"
"Sure, brother, that I can do. But, I think I'm going to
have to do some consulting trips at Windsor or nearby and since you are so
close, I'll just have to stay with you. And fuck like rabbits." He
laughed, "And, one of these days I hope you'll take my cherry." Steve gave
Matt the most loving and adoring glance he could, smiling at his lover.
"You can count on that, stud, I'm going to get my willie up
your dilly ass as soon as we can." He clutched Steve's crotch with all the
feeling he could mount, "And I want to thank you for sticking this monster
up my ass last night. I hope you enjoyed it." Matt snickered, "But when
we get to your house, we'll have to take it easy. Be friendly, tell Becky
that we've settled our problem, but not be specific at all. You'll have to
dodge her questions after I leave."
Matt considered farther on, "I think you will have to
stonewall. Don't affirm or deny anything, but say the reasons weren't
important and you don't want to bring it up again. That might work."
Steve supposed, "Hey, doesn't Windsor College need some new
computer systems, like from my company? Keep that in mind, babe,
especially when you become the college president."
"Sure I'll do that. Before I forget, do you have my cell
phone number?" Matt asked.
"Matt, I have that engraved on my heart. So often I almost
called you, particularly after you were in college, but, because of my
cowardice, I didn't, and I'll be eternally sorry." He mused, "Of course
that was after I was married and the boys were on their way."
* * * * *
The pickup then slid onto Steve's white cement driveway
while the brothers said their 'I love you', the last to each other for a
while. Steve purposely put his arm around Matt's shoulders as they stepped
along the cement walk to the front door. The door swung open before they
reached it, so obviously Becky had been watching for them.
Becky stared at the two men, realizing that they looked
friendly and Steve had his arm around Matt's shoulder. She was pleased
with herself for making Steve take Matt and his 'stuff' to his new
assignment. If she only knew exactly what her 'order' had done, she'd be
in desperation for herself, their kids and their marriage.
They ate lunch that Becky had prepared earlier wanting to be
ready. She told Steve that she had called his office, giving them his
sickness excuse for missing that day, which they accepted with good grace.
That was good since Steve was a half owner of the company, though Becky
didn't know that. Becky was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes and
putting away leftovers.
Matt and Steve stood in foyer, saying 'good bye', and 'call
soon', and a very silent 'I love you'. Steve noted that Becky was in the
kitchen so he kissed Matt on the lips sweetly, quickly. However, after
Matt had left to get his car which he had left on their lawn, Steve heard
Jacob, his 5 year old, telling Becky, "Hey, Mom, I saw Daddy kissing Uncle
Matt."
'Oh shit!' Steve groaned.
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Turning The Page
Some characters in this story have been drawn from my first book,
Turning The Page, Nifty/Adult Friends/August 13, 2002. It is not necessary
to read that book first, but it would give you a background for The Dukes
and Duchess of Windsor.
Steve turned toward me, very slowly, let go
> of his soft penis, and raised his arms to go
> around Matt's shoulders where he clutched at
> his body, pulling his to him all the while
> saying, "I'm so sorry, Matty, I'm so
> terribly sorry."