Date: Mon, 24 May 2004 10:08:34 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor 12
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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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 Twelve
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In the cold early morning Matt was clothed only in his sleep
shorts and heavy, wool socks, getting some breakfast. Hardy had left for
an early meeting with some of his seminar mates, working on a project for
Dr. Ridgway, a few minutes before and Matt got up with him to make sure he
ate some breakfast, too. He remembered fondly, the "Yes, Mom" remark from
his lover when told his breakfast was on the table. It was hot oatmeal
(not Hardy's favorite), orange juice and coffee, but it was food. And he
ate it.
Hardy hugged him before he left, kissing him gently, casually
sliding his hands behind Matt inside his sleep shorts, feeling the sensual
contours of Matt's bare buttocks. Then he left, after heating up Matt's
hyper-blood pressure level.
Matt finished two pieces of toast with butter and jam and was
just drinking his coffee when the phone rang. He glanced at the clock,
wondering who would be calling at 8:00 A.M.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Matt, this is Dean McAllister."
"Good morning, sir," he answered.
"Good morning, Matt, I need you here at the music building,
actually in your office, as soon as you can make it."
"Well, that depends how you want me, sir. I'd be quicker if I
stayed as undressed as I am, but would probably freeze." He laughed,
"Sorry, sir, I'll be there in about a half hour. OK?"
"That would be fine, Matt. We are making some progress in our
RV mystery and you need to be here to witness this session. See you
then. Bye"
"Bye."
Matt set his dishes in the sink and headed for his bedroom
where he showered, cleaned up and put on his usual casual clothes, actually
dressing warmer than usual. At the front door he wondered if he'd have to
walk. He put on the heavy parka and stepped out on the porch. "Ah, Hardy,
you good lad. You left the van for me to drive. One of these days, when we
get some spare money, we need to get you a vehicle of your own."
* * * * *
A few weeks before, Matt had looked around the office section
of the music building for a better office for himself. When he arrived,
he'd been given the dinky, cruddy office which he used until he saw other
offices which were much nicer.
He finally decided that the room which housed his graduate
music seminar, would do for his office. Much larger and nicely decorated,
this room could hold his office furniture along with an easy chair he found
in a used furniture store. That was besides the round seminar table with
eight desk chairs that also helped to fill the room. But, he was much more
satisfied. He wondered who it might have been who had assigned him the
worst office in the building. Hmmm, he thought. 'Bet I know.'
Walking into his office Matt found Dean McAllister sitting in
his desk chair, four young men sitting at the seminar table and an older
man looking at his bookshelves.
"Hi Matt, I better introduce you to these people." He turned
to the older man, "This is Dr. Ben Sheldon, our esteemed physics professor,
who will be helping us to solve part of our mystery. And these," he turned
to the young men, "are four students in the professors advanced physics
class. I'll let him introduce them. Doctor."
Dr. Sheldon extended his arm and hand to shake Matt's hand
with a fine smile, "Matt, I'm Ben and these gentlemen are, on my right, Ian
and James Campbell while those on my left are Perry and Eamon O'Brien. You
probably noticed that Perry and Eamon must be twins," Matt nodded, "but Ian
and James are twins also, but of the fraternal variety."
Ian and James, Matt noted, were a husky pair, fine-looking men
of Scottish inheritance, well built and appearing intelligent and
interesting. Perry and Eamon were quite similar, smaller than the
Campbells, but no less intelligent and bright looking.
"Matt, each term I have the advanced students create a
situation where they are using the physics examples we studied in a real
world condition. When these men told me that they had moved the RV from
your warehouse to another warehouse to illustrate one of those principals,
I suggested strongly that they immediately get in touch with you to let you
know where the RV was. I remained in their presence until they did that."
"Subsequently, someone else removed the RV from the place
where they had put it. Now, no one knows where it is. I have been talking
to these men to see if they could suggest anyone who might have done that."
Ian Campbell spoke up, "Dr. Ridgway, we know we did a very
stupid thing, and we admit that we did not think of the repercussions of
our act. However, we apologize to you and are very sorry that we did it."
All four men were looking directly at Matt, "And, we hope you can forgive
us and not come down too hard on us."
Dr. Sheldon broke in, "Matt, I'm sure they see what could be
ahead for them, and do regret very sincerely their action. I, for one,
would hope we could solve this without taking them to the police and
courts."
The sincerity in the eyes of these young men fairly leaped
toward Matt and he had to resist smiling at them. "Gentlemen, if, and that
is a big if, we find the RV in perfect shape, I think we can solve this
situation among the seven of us here." The boys immediately and visibly
relaxed, showing their relief that they might get off. "Do you have any
ideas of someone who would have done the stealing?"
All four shook their heads in a way that Matt was reasonably
certain they were telling the truth.
"Well, Campbell's and O'Brien's," he stopped, "by the way,
could Jeff O'Brien be a relative of yours?"
Perry and Eamon smiled, "Yes, he's our younger brother, hardly
as big as the tuba he plays." Everyone laughed. "But, Dr. Ridgway, we do
know how great he is on the instrument."
"So, that was how you heard of the RV, right?"
"Yes. We heard him talking to someone about it. Then we
followed you and Hardy to the warehouse where you stashed it."
"Okay, men, keep in touch if you think of anything to get
yourselves out of this mess." He turned to Ben Sheldon, "Ben, could I talk
to you for a few minutes after we let the others go."
"Sure."
The Campbells and O'Brien's and the Dean left the office, the
young men considerably perkier than when they came in.
"Ben," Matt started, "what I'd like to know is if you have any
of my band members in your advanced physics classes. Would you make a list
of your students and their addresses as soon as you could, and have someone
bring it to me?"
"Sure, Matt. By the way I thought your Dukes and Duchess of
Windsor were excellent. I had no idea we had such fine talent here at
Windsor College."
"Thanks, Ben. And we hope to make it better all the time. And
you must have some physics class there, real geniuses." He smiled.
* * * * *
That morning Little Jeff and Big Jeff were in their room in
the dorm, lazing around, reading a couple of People magazines, trying to
find their favorite male stars in less clothing than usual.
Both Jeff's had been home for Christmas, but elected to return
to the college to study and do research. And, of course, they wanted to be
together. Windsor College kept most of the campus libraries open during the
holidays, except for Dec. 25 and Jan. 1, and the Jeffs took advantage of
that. Of course, that meant they were in the dorm practically by
themselves, where they could do pretty much what they wanted. Late the
previous night they had taken showers in the communal bathroom on their
floor, and also managed to shag each other with wild abandon.
They were lying on LJ's bed, facing opposite ends, relaxed
except for their sore assholes but at ease with each other. LJ's right leg
was against BJ whose right arm was lying along it. His fingers idly felt
his lover's leg, teasing the hair he found on LJ's thigh. Little Jeff
always complained about how much Big Jeff's cock hurt him, however because
of its small size, Big Jeff accommodated LJ's pole well. Little Jeff's
story was quite different since it was only recently that he was able to
take Big Jeff's cock up his ass, and that day he was really sore.
Almost unconsciously, BJ's hand worked it way farther up LJ's
thigh until it disappeared under his shorts. BJ's progress only stopped
when he felt his fingers touch LJ's ball sack, then his penis, soft and
limber.
LJ looked down the bed to BJ's eyes, "What are you doing,
love? If you mess around too much, you will have to clean it up."
BJ smiled, "What if I catch it on my tongue, babe, then I
won't have to tidy you up."
"In that case, Jeffie, carry on, just don't get near my ass."
To hurry things along, LJ slid his only garment, his shorts, off his butt
to his knees. BJ took them the rest of the way off his feet.
LJ's dick wasn't really hard, but by the time BJ had licked
his way up the inside of LJ's legs, it was standing tall, well, as tall as
it gets, maybe 6 inches long, about 3 inches in circumference. It was not
one of the big ones, but BJ certainly enjoyed having his full hard cock
inside him whenever he felt like it.
LJ lay quietly all the while when BJ was laving his balls, his
perineum and a good swipe gently around his asshole. But when BJ started to
lick his cock, LJ started to move, twisting and turning on his bed of love.
Sinking his mouth to LJ's pubes, then back out to suck on his head, BJ was
exciting LJ's passion, his eroticism to a peak.
LJ hollered, "Oh, god, Jeffie, that is so good, you got me
goin', babe, keep it up and I'll give you a big load... oh... man... IT'S
CUMMING, man, take it, it's here." His cock started shooting squirt after
squirt onto Jeff's tongue and some down his throat. LJ may not have a big
cock, but he shot pints of cum and many pulses. BJ could easily swallow a
bunch and still have a mess to drop into LJ's mouth when they were done.
After LJ had recovered a bit, he reached to BJ's armpits and
pulled BJ's body up and his head level with his own head, opened his mouth
to receive BJ's gift of LJ's own cum. He loved it and savored it. BJ lay
on top of LJ who easily tolerated the extra weight, about half his own
weight.
Both young men relaxed and slept a bit. But when BJ woke,
noted the time on the clock, he woke LJ, too, with some loving kisses on
his mouth and face. "Jeff, it's almost noon, I need to call Perry and
Eamon to see what happened at their meeting. Hang on."
"Hello?"
"Hi, there, brother, it's Jeff." BJ couldn't tell which twin
was which on the phone, and often not even with them in person. He knew
Perry had a small birthmark on his left butt cheek, but that clue was not
readily available for his inspection. Even when they explained who was who,
he was never really sure if they were giving him a hard time or not. When
Jeff had come along, Perry and Eamon realized the opportunities of their
twinship to fool around other people
"Hi, Jeff, what's up?"
"Uh, BJ and I were just lying ... ah ... sitting here
wondering how your meeting went with Dr. Ridgway and the Dean."
Sarcastically, "Yeah, I'll bet you were just sitting there,
bro. We'll talk about that later." He continued, "Eamon and I and the
Campbell twins may come out of this okay, if they find the RV in good
shape."
BJ could be talking to Perry, or Eamon since they pulled that
trick often.
Perry continued, "They might be able call it a student prank'
if they get it back."
"Well, Perry, I was worried about you two. You know I do love
you very much, whether it means anything to you or not."
"BJ, don't get snitty on me, bro, we love you just as much.
Remember, it doesn't matter if you are gay, we still love you. If you hear
anything about where the RV might be now, be sure to let us know and we can
get the credit."
BJ laughed, "Okay, my brother bubble, double trouble, I'm with
you. Take care, bye."
"Bye."
BJ explained to LJ just what had happened at the meeting.
"Hope they'll be ok."
"Yeah."
* * * * *
In his office Matt was working on his teacher's paperwork,
wishing it would go away. He'd had the graphics arts department,
Christine's uncle, design and print a brochure for the Dukes of Windsor,
their type of programs, instrumentation, and availability for performances.
Then he had sent them out to many colleges and universities around the
state, sticking to Ohio for the time being.
Just as his phone rang, Hardy walked into his office, shutting
the door behind him. He leaned over Matt with a kiss on each cheek.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Dr. Matthew Bunker Ridgway?"
Matt answered, wondering, "Yes, that's me." He paused, "Aha, I
know who this is. It must be David Delmont Drumm. Right?"
"Yes, you get the cigar. How you doing, Matt?"
"Everything is going along very well, Dave, on the whole. But
you know how that goes."
David Drumm was a friend of Matt's from the University of Ohio
in Columbus, both striving to get their doctor's degree. They had been
good friends, but not really close.
"Well, Matt, I got your brochure for the Dukes and Duchess of
Windsor. Clever. I'm director of bands at Otterbein College in Westerville.
You remember where that is, right?"
"Of course, Dave, we used to play gigs at the American Legion
Hall there. What's up?"
"If you have room in your schedule, we'd like to sponsor the
Dukes and Duchess on Friday, January 17, at 7:30 P.M. in our Cowan
Auditorium. Actually, from the picture you sent, you could just send the
Duchess, she'd do fine."
"Aha, sex discrimination! Shame!"
"Hush, Matt. The Dean at the University of Ohio campus in
River City is an old teacher of mine and he told me about your performance
there. Sounds wonderful. Do you know about that date?"
Hardy had been listening, looked at their calendar and was
nodding his head.
"Well, Dave, my assistant indicates that we are available."
"That's great, Matt, ah... ah... would that assistant be
another of your friends?"
"Hush, Dave, but .. yes... but this one is for keeps."
David Drumm knew about Matt and his orientation. Dave was not
gay, but he liked Matt very much and felt that whatever turned Matt on, was
fine with him.
"Oh, Matt, I'm so pleased for you. I'm anxious to meet him."
"Well, Dave, his picture is on the brochure, last on the
left."
"Oh, my god, Matt, he's gorgeous. Man, are you ever lucky."
Hardy nodded his head.
"Don't I know it?" he thought, "I do have a few questions,
Dave, mainly about where we will play."
Dave described the auditorium, which would hold a thousand or
so, large stage with full lighting and all the amenities including sound
system. We do have another venue, Riley Auditorium in the Battelle Fine
Arts Center which will hold up to 275 attendees. The stage area is
probably not what you would want."
"Dave, the group needs to change quickly between numbers
sometimes. Would there be a way to do that in the wings, or close by?"
"Sure, Matt, at Cowan Hall, that has plenty."
"Don't forget; one of them is a woman."
"Matt, I couldn't forget that, that is a woman," he exclaimed.
"We don't actually need a sound system except for when I'm
speaking while they are changing their costumes. We will also need to park
our bus next to the auditorium, save time getting ready and stuff."
"Can do, Matt. We'll ink that date for you now, and give a
call if anything comes to mind. I'll be around most of the time until then.
No trips or anything. Hey, Matt, let me talk to your assistant there."
"Dave, his name is Hardy Wolfe, here he is."
"Hi, Dr. Drumm, this is Hardy Wolfe."
"Hi Hardy, I just wanted to tell you that you have the best
man in the world as your partner, and if he ever gives you a bit of
trouble, let me know and I'll settle him down. Okay?"
"Sure, but I think I'm the one who might give him trouble."
"I don't think so, Hardy, you are also one of a kind, I can
tell and I know Matt very well, too. Now, let me talk to Matt again, I'll
see you in two weeks."
"Dave, I'm back on."
"Matt, can he hear me?"
"No, Dave, he left the room." Actually Hardy had run out of
the room with tears in his eyes, overcome by Dave's praises.
"Is he a Wolfe of THE Wolfe's of Columbus?"
"Yes, Dave, though his mother divorced her particular
Wolfe. Enough said."
"Man, I heard Hardy play when he was in high school, in fact,
he was so good I offered him a scholarship to attend Otterbein, but he had
other plans. I guess you were in them."
"No, Dave, we didn't meet until last September in my graduate
music seminar."
"Boy, you are some lucky dog, I'd say." He thought a moment,
"I can't think of anything else, Matt, give me a call next week, okay?"
"Sure, Dave, and thanks for the invite. We'll see you then, my
friend."
"Okay, Matt, and hang on to that Wolfe in your heart. I know
we aren't of the same nationality; I still envy you, bye."
* * * * *
That night after they were finished with dinner, Matt and
Hardy were sitting on the living room sofa, fully dressed. Their favorite
position was Matt sitting behind Hardy, his legs spread and his lover
sitting between them, leaning back on Matt's chest. Matt's arms encircled
Hardy's body, sometimes his chest, sometimes his abdomen and often
cursorily cupping his genitals.
This was their rest time, a quiet time after work and supper
when they could share their day, their thoughts and speak of their love for
each other. In that position they never went very far, sexually, because
that was not the time, nor the place where they made love. It was just a
little idiosyncrasy of their partnership. Some might call them anally
retentive, but it was what they liked.
Matt told Hardy all about the meeting that morning with
Dr. Sheldon, Dean McAllister and the four boys from Sheldon's class of
advanced physics.
"So, what are you thinking now, Matt? Why did you want the
names and addresses of Dr. Sheldon's classes?
"My main thought is that someone must have had previous
knowledge of the four twins project and followed them to watch while they
followed us. I don't know who would be more likely to know than other
students in their class. And, after they stole the RV, they moved it out
of the general area of Windsor. I wanted to see who of them has a home
outside of the city but still not too far, say, in the vicinity of Bryan,
most likely."
"Hmmm, that's good thinking, Matt. They might live on a farm,
working or not, which would have a large barn to store the RV. Have you had
a chance to look them over yet?"
Matt lowered his head, pressing his lips to Hardy's right ear,
giving him a mighty kiss. Hardy flinched as he made the loud noise. "Yes,
and I might have found someone. But, I can't just go there to look in
their barn. So I called Brian, suggesting a possible location and he would
order the helicopter up this evening. He might call anytime."
At that moment the phone beckoned. Matt walked to the kitchen
where they last left the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Matt, it's your brother-in-law, Gary, with some good
news." Matt started to say something, but Gary interrupted, "Matt, now
just listen. You have a court date tomorrow morning at 11:00 A.M. in
Columbus. Your case against University Printers is due for a judgment
then. Do you have any kind of an airport in Windsor?"
"I don't think so, but there probably is one in Bryan, that's
12 miles away."
"Okay, that's fine. I checked with the University of Ohio
Airport and with previous warning, you will be able to land there. I will
have a limo waiting for you. You will need to be at that airport by
nine-thirty; we do need to talk before the session. Okay?"
"Gary," Matt's voice shook a bit, "I. I ... I don't think I
can fly in a little plane. They scare me to death."
"Matt, you're a big man now, but you can bring Hardy with you
if that will help."
Matt looked at Hardy, his eyes very moist, "Thanks, Gary, I'll
do that. He can hold my hand all the way." He smiled at Hardy, and then
held out his hand to him. Hardy walked to Matt, gently taking his hand in
his own, the other hand around his waist.
"Gary, I'll do some calling, the airport should still be open,
and make a flight plan. And I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Good man, do that. Love you, bye."
Half an hour later, Matt had completed all the
arrangements. He told Hardy that they would have to be at the airport by
8:00 A.M. to takeoff by 8:15 and to arrive by 9:30. He also called Gary
back and told him of the arrangements. Gary was satisfied.
* * * * *
The airport was very cold at 8:00 A.M. in Bryan, cold and
windy, their suits and topcoats were not much protection. Naturally, Matt
was worried about all that wind, gusting, maybe crashing the plane. Hardy
pooh-poohed that thought. The plane and pilot were ready and they took off
within fifteen minutes. As they soon passed over Bryan, Hardy was looking
down at the ground so far below. Matt didn't look.
"You know, Matt, I just saw a couple RV dealers' lots, full of
RV vehicles. That would be a good way to hide an RV for a short time,
especially if they could cover up the Dukes of Windsor lettering on the
sides. Might be a way."
"Well, if the possibility I have going doesn't turn out for
us, that should be the next step."
* * * * *
After landing, Hardy agreed that it was a bit of a bumpy ride,
but he was more worried about ever using that hand again. His lover had
been holding it very tightly all the way.
"I'm sorry, Hardy, but I don't think I could have made it
without you."
Matt brought only a briefcase and Hardy just brought himself.
The limo was where Gary had said it would be. Within half an hour they had
traveled Route 315 to downtown Columbus and pulled up at the courthouse,
near the State House. A young man from Gary's office met them, leading
them to a conference room Gary had reserved.
Matt, Gary and Hardy shook hands. "How was the trip, Matt?"
Hardy held out his hand, making it look gnarled and totally
useless. "Look what he did to my hand." He gave Matt a look of such love
it would be immediately evident to anyone watching, especially the judges.
Gary whispered, "Hardy, don't give Matt a look like that in
the court, please. We might have the decision I'm hoping for reversed.
These judges are not noted for their liberal views. Okay?"
Hardy was embarrassed, he reddened, "Okay, Gary," he said
quietly, "I'll try, but it is very difficult," he blushed again, "you know
what I mean." Gary nodded.
* * * * *
Gary had opted for a decision by judges only, three of the
best in literary cases. They had only been in the courtroom for ten minutes
when their case was brought up for judgment.
"Dr. Ridgway, are you in the courtroom?" Gary goosed Matt to
stand up, straighten his coat, and told him to look intelligent. Matt gave
Gary a dirty look. Gary stood beside Matt. That pleased Matt, his
necessary crutch.
The judge in the center of the three began with comments about
the case, caustically condemning the University Printers for their actions,
especially sending thugs to steal Dr Ridgway's original copies of his work.
That had been proven.
"Dr. Ridgway, the decision of this court is to the effect of
awarding you $500,000 owed to you from previous sales of your book, plus
$250,000 more for damages to your professional reputation and further
damages of $250,000 because you did not receive your fair share of the
sales in good time. You now have a choice, do you want to stay with
University Printers to continue to sell your book, or do you want to go to
another publisher?" Matt could hardly breathe, that much money, to him?
Almost a million bucks.
Gary whispered to Matt, "I've already talked to Education
Publishers and they want you, they'll pay a $250,000 bonus if you join
their firm."
Matt turned to stare at Gary, he whispered, "You're kidding?"
"No!"
"Do I speak?"
"Yes!"
"Your honor, if it please the court, I would like to go with a
different publisher."
"Thank you, Dr. Ridgway, I will have the computer files of
your book confiscated immediately, and University Printers will be dealt
with harshly if they try to sell another one of your books. Their unsold
published books at book stores and other companies will be returned to
them."
"Thank you, your honor."
A rap of the gavel followed by "Case Closed" came next. The
defendants were stomping out of the courtroom, staring arrows at Gary and
Matt, "I don't think they look very friendly, Gary, should we immediately
fall dead?"
"Listen, Matt, they are very lucky that none of them was tried
on criminal charges. That would have occurred if I had pushed it.
"'Nough said. Now we go to lunch on me, well, on University
Printers, then you two will have to get on the plane again."
"Oh, no," Hardy and Matt howled as one.
Gary broke out in gales of laughter, "I'm sorry, guys, I was
kidding, you'll just have to ride back in the Cadillac limo. The driver is
a faithful old friend of mine who will be unable to see into the back seat,
and wouldn't care what you did anyway."
"By the way, Gary, my dear brother-in-law, how much of that
award am I going to get to keep?"
"Well, Matt, counting my fees, taxes and expenses, you'll
probably end up with two thirds of the judgment and two thirds of the bonus
from Educational Printers. So, I'd guess about $650,000 all told. Maybe
more, it depends how high the further damages go. Possibly it could be as
much as $750,000."
* * * * *
The limousine had passed through Findlay before their bubbling
enthusiasm and excitement had worn off and their mouths stopped talking.
Hardy finally forced a kiss on Matt's lips in order to stop him from
talking.
"Hardy, I am so pleased at the outcome of those awards. And I
am especially happy that you are with me to share everything."
"Oh, Matt, I couldn't, that's your money, you earned it."
"Damn tootin' it is yours, too. I earned that for you, too."
"But you didn't know me then."
"One more word about that, Hardy, and I'll cut off your
allowance."
"Oh, no, what will I do?"
They rode quietly for a while.
"Hardy."
"What?"
"What shall we buy first?"
Hardy responded, "I don't know, it's your.... "
"No more of that, Hardy. It's not my money. IT IS OUR MONEY!
Got it?"
"Okay," Hardy seemed a little sad, a little down.
Matt got on his knees on the floor in front of Hardy. He put
his hands on Hardy's thighs, "Is my big-dicked lover feeling a little hurt,
not appreciated? Does he need a little pick-me-up? Well, we'll see what
we can do."
Hardy was trying not to laugh at Matt, and kept his face down
while he felt Matt's hands at his belt, button and zipper, each of which he
opened. When Matt gripped Hardy's pants and shorts in the rear, he
cooperated by lifting his butt so they could be removed.
Matt's face immediately sank into Hardy's crotch, smelling his
lover's aromas, his sex and his male scent. His hands ended up under
Hardy's butt, squeezing those ripe melons and letting his fingers walk
lightly between the cheeks.
"Oh, Matty, I don't deserve you, I can't bring much to our
partnership, not much of any worth."
Matt grabbed Hardy's scrotum and balls, pulling them high
above his crotch. "Damn it, Hardy, I'll pull your balls off. I don't give a
damn about you bringing valuables to our home. You bring me your total
love, I know it and you do, too, for that I would give all that I just
won." Tears appeared in Matt's eyes, "Don't you understand that," he
complained, "I don't want your stuff, I WANT YOU."
Hardy gave in and started tearing himself, he hesitated, "My
beloved Matt, I know what you mean," he coughed deep in his chest, "and
that's all I want from you. I'm sorry, I'll try to do better." He wiped
his eyes and giggled, "Now, you could continue with your little
'pick-me-up', maybe?"
Gently releasing Hardy's balls, he headed back for the hardon
next to them. He sank Hardy's hot rod into his mouth to his throat,
licking up and down and around the cockhead. Hardy was so excited and
passionate that he only lasted a couple minutes before he was shooting his
hot juices into Matt's throat, juices that Matt drank with joy and love.
When Hardy was finished, Matt was embarrassed when he sat back
on the seat to notice that he had cum when Hardy had, making a large wet
spot in his lap.
Matt pointed it out to Hardy, "See what I go through for you?"
Hardy leaned over to give his lover a special kiss, tongue and
all, "Yes, Matty, we both give for the other. I accept that what we have
is ours, and belongs to both. Thank you for showing me the way, hon."
They kept quiet for a moment. Then, "So, Hardy, what shall we
buy first?"
They both roared, then lay on the wide seat, cuddling
together, finally sleeping until they stopped in front of their house in
Windsor.
The driver nodded when they thanked him, but he was thinking
that they were a lucky pair, handsome and so well endowed. Yes, he could
see everything in the back seat, dicks and all. He damn near wrecked the
limo once or twice while watching and another time when he was jerking off
his own cock, all over his pants. Oh well, he'd clean them up before he
went home.
* * * * *
The two travelers had gotten home in Windsor by 5:00 P.M.,
refreshed by their nap in the car. Both had noticed the look the driver
had given them when they exited the vehicle, again wondering if he really
couldn't see in the back seat. Both bet he could. They'd have to tell
Gary.
Matt and Hardy only spent enough time in the house to change
into casual clothes, saving a shower for later, after they had supper.
Hopping into his Town and Country van, Matt drove them to the Hob Nob
restaurant, almost empty since the students were on holiday. Walking to a
booth, Matt noticed that BJ and LJ were sitting in a booth, but hadn't been
served yet.
"Hey, guys, you got room for two more?" Matt smiled at the Big
and Little Jeff's. "We've been to Columbus today and need to relax."
BJ jumped up, stood away from the bench seat, "Sure,
Dr. Ridgway, you two sit over there." He smiled, "We'd rather be on the
same side anyway."
Matt looked at BJ with a smile in his eyes, "Oh, is that
right, BJ. And just why would that be?"
BJ blushed deeply, giving a quick glance at LJ, then back to
Matt. "Let's just say we're buds, and enjoy being together." He also
smiled.
As Matt and Hardy sat down, Matt realized that Hardy was
giving him a deep frown. That must mean that he was teasing the Jeff's too
much. 'Ooops,' he thought. 'I better make up for it.'
When the waiter came by, Matt told him that he would take care
of all the charges for the four of them. Hardy and Matt ordered the
special of beef tips on noodles and trimmings, and the Jeff's both had the
young peoples' dinner, cheeseburger, fries and corn chips with salsa plus a
pitcher of coke. The four of them talked about the Dukes since three of
them were Dukes while the fourth was the director. Matt explained where
their next performance would be and some of the new arrangements he and
Hardy had finished. Their orders were delivered to the table and they dug
in quickly.
"If you two, or any of the others, have suggestions for the
group, please tell me or Hardy. We want to present an entertaining and
educational production, yet still keep pace with the constant changes of
new music, classical or popular or anywhere in between." He looked at them
seriously, "I, we, do want your input for the success of the group. Okay?"
"Sure, Dr. Ridgway," they answered.
"And, when we're not in school you can call me Matt. Okay
with that, too?"
Both Jeff's smiled broadly, "Sure."
They had almost finished when the door to the restaurant
opened and Matt watched Brian come in, noticed them and walked to the
booth. Matt stood up, ready to welcome his friend, and was able to
introduce Jeff O'Brien and Jeff McGruder to him. Matt had expected Brian
because he said he would be at the Hob Nob by 6:00 P.M. to go for a ride.
"Guys, this is a friend of mine, Brian, who is helping us to
locate the RV." He turned to Brian, "How many can the helicopter carry,
maybe all of us?"
"Sure," Brian answered, "we won't be long, following your
directions." He looked at the Jeff's, "You want a night helicopter ride,
the four of you?"
"Hey, man, we'd love it," BJ said, and LJ echoed.
Brian spoke, "The four of you? Matt, you are coming along,
too?"
"Oh, no, I don't think so."
Brian made a silly threat. "Well, then, I won't go either. So
there." He stuck out his tongue and gave Matt a pure and true raspberry.
Each of these two could act as childish as the other.
Hardy spoke up, "Come on, Matt, you can hold my hand like you
did this morning."
Brian considered it done. "Okay, let's go. I have to get that
helicopter back before long. Matt, I have Adam's big truck tonight, so I
can take us all to the helicopter." He thought for a minute, "And, I may
like to stay overnight with you, the pilot can find his way home without
me." He grinned.
Matt paid the bill, leaving a good tip; he and Hardy would be
eating there often in the next months.
Brian and Hardy left the restaurant while the Jeff's picked up
their coats and backpacks. Matt followed them out, an arm around the
shoulder of each Jeff. He whispered, "Guys, I want to apologize for
teasing you earlier. I was out of line and hope you'll forgive me.
Sometimes I get carried away. I wouldn't have said anything if any other
people had been around."
He stopped them, having them face him, "You know, the four of
us are in the same special group of men, and we have to stick together." He
asked, "Do you understand what I'm talking about?"
"Yes, ah ... Matt, we do and we thank you."
"Okay, just remember that we have to stick together and keep
our business to ourselves."
He hugged the two young men, enjoying their company and
appreciating their talents."
* * * * *
True to his word, Hardy held Matt's hand all the time they
were in the air. Sometimes, Brian even deigned to lend a hand. Matt said
"Thank you", but didn't really smile. He was still petrified, terrified,
mainly trying to not lose control of his body, in any way.
Brian had the pilot head south of Windsor along Ohio Route 15,
straight as an arrow for Bryan, flying a mile or so to the east of the
route. If they didn't pick up a signal by the time they reached Bryan, he
was to head west, then north to fly back along Route 15 again.
Just past the little town of West Jefferson the transponder
indicated a signal had been returned, just a nanosecond long, but enough to
be picked up.
"Okay, Jim, make a wide circle and head back north a mile or
so west of Route 15."
Again, the response signal came in.
"Jim, we need to locate that as closely as possible, by
triangulation if we can. Try to stay at least two miles away from the
highway. I'd bet the barn or whatever is fairly close to the road."
After fifteen minutes of circling, the pilot, Jim, said he had
a very good position of the electronic response. Pointing to the
electronic mechanism, "This machine here, Brian, will print out a map of
the area and exactly where the signal came from."
"Great."
Big Jeff spoke up, "Could I see that map, Brian, the location
looks familiar?"
"Sure, Jeff, here." He laughed, "By the way, Jeff, are you big
or little?"
Jeff snickered, "Well, that depends on how you look at it?"
Jeff took the sheet, turned on his seat light and almost said
'eureka'. "Matt, I know who lives there, or right nearby."
Matt stopped him. "Wait, Jeff, is it Ted Anthony?"
"How did you know, Matt?" Jeff said. "That's right, you know,
his folks used to farm there, but haven't for a few years. I don't think
anyone lives there now, but Ted would know that place like the back of his
hand. Do you think that is where he took the RV?"
"Wait, Jeff, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'd like some
information first." Matt even let go of Hardy's hand in his
excitement. "What is he like?"
"Ted is a nice guy, Matt, reasonably intelligent and gets good
grades because he works so hard. I've never known of him doing anything
bad, but you never know what kind of pressure he's under, or he puts
himself under."
"Jeff, can you take me to meet him tomorrow? I don't want to
go in blind."
"Sure, Matt."
"Thank you so much, Brian, I think we've done it, thanks to
you and your contraption here," indicating the copter.
"You're welcome, Matt, now if you have a bed at home, I think
I will stay."
* * * * *
Matt, Hardy and Brian spent a fine evening at Matt's house
that night. Matt scrounged up a nice bedtime snack while they relaxed in
the living room. He also found a clean sleep top and shorts for Brian to
wear to bed.
"Brian, you will spend the night in what was Hardy's room, for
all of one night." He grinned at the young blond, "I must admit that he's
slept with me ever since. If ever there was love at first sight, Brian, we
can prove it."
Brian smiled broadly after Matt told about Hardy giving loving
looks at him that first day in his class, and his return looks at the man
he already loved. "You know, Matt and Hardy, Mike and I had a very similar
experience. He looked at a photo of me, in a Speedo actually, and decided
I was it. I didn't meet him for a few weeks after that; there was no
question in my mind. We had to wait until I finished my term as House
Page, but then I was eighteen. You'll have to read our story on Nifty to
get the whole story, but I did pull some unfair tactics to capture him," he
thought, "or was it just the reverse."
Matt and Hardy were sitting on the sofa with Brian in the easy
chair. Brian finally noticed the looks passing between the two lovers and
decided he should go to bed. He stood up and crossed to them.
"Matt and Hardy, I'm so happy to have met you, you are the
greatest." He grabbed one of Hardy's hands and one of Matt's, leaned over
them, "I'm wishing you two the most wonderful life that anyone can possibly
have." He smiled and kissed each one on the cheek, "And, I'm going to bed
so you guys can enjoy each other. When I see the love that flows between
you, I can understand what Mike and I look like when we're together. Love
you both."
He squeezed both hands and went upstairs to his room. He very
much missed his own bed and his own partner, Mike, but knew he'd be home
the next day. Brian had called Mike in Washington to explain what he was
doing, and Mike gave him credit for taking the bull by the horns to help
Matt and Hardy.
"Brian, I'm going to want to really get to know those men, I'm
more impressed each time I hear about them. And, I want to meet Matt's
brother, Steve, too."
"About that, Mike, Matt suggested we all meet at Steve's house
in Columbus, soon. Steve's partner lives next door, and so does Steve. It
sounds confusing, but isn't." He explained, "But when do I get to see you,
Mike, I'm missing you very much."
"I'll be home on the weekend, have patience, lad."
"Okay, Mike, bye."
"Bye."
* * * * *
Brian crawled into his bed and quickly fell asleep so Matt and
Hardy needn't have tried to be so quiet when making love. Matt thanked for
Hardy helping him on the helicopter and also for not teasing him about his
fright. Since both knew that if they made anal love, the noise would be
terrific, both by the bottom and top. So, they had a wonderful sexual
experience by sucking each other off, sealing their love so earnestly and
with great passion. The juices flowed, the love abounded and the men
fulfilled each other's devoted heart.
In the wee hours of the morning Brian woke up having to pee,
desperately. He went to the bathroom, then, on going back, he peeked into
Matt's bedroom but just saw their two naked bodies, wrapped in each other,
entwined. They looked so hot, so beautiful, Brian thought. He was quite a
bit envious. He thought about it, but fell asleep before he could jerk
off.
Brian left in Adam's truck early in the morning, but only
after eating a 'good' breakfast from 'Mom' Ridgway. He left also with many
thanks from Matt and Hardy for helping them out. They all promised to meet
again soon, maybe at Steve's house in Bexley.
* * * * *
In the morning of the following day Gerald Ridgway was sitting
in his favorite chair, reading the Columbus Dispatch and drinking his
second coffee of the day. Suddenly, he jumped out of the chair and ran to
the kitchen
"Blanche, Blanche, wait 'til you hear what is in this
morning's paper. It's about our son."
A tired, dull voice came from the kitchen. "I don't want to
hear anything about our son, either one or the other."
Gerald backed against the counter, still reading. "Blanche,
you will want to hear this. Our younger son, Matthew, just received an
award from the University Printers of almost a million dollars. They had
been cheating him on royalties of sales of his book and the courts got them
good. Half a million first and then penalties and costs have been awarded.
"Blanche, our ship has come in. We'll just get hold of Matthew
Bunker Ridgway III or IV or V, and explain the facts of life to him."
His wife spoke up, "What about that other son? I read he just
sold a statue for $100,000. He really should share that with us too, after
all we did for him. And all those lessons?"
Gerald settled back down in his armchair, rereading the story
and trying to figure out just how they should approach their sons.
"Blanche, I wish you hadn't told Matt we didn't ever want to see him
again. That damn faggot is rich now and a lot of that money should be
ours."
Blanche responded excitedly, "I'm glad we didn't move farther
than Westerville. We wouldn't have learned about all this good fortune
they've found."
Gerald wished they had gone to Steven's wife memorial service.
"That was probably a big mistake on our part, Blanche, not going to Becky's
service. I hope that doesn't come back to haunt us."
* * * * *
Matt was excited that next morning after Brian had left for
River City. He liked the young man very much, hoping that they would meet
again soon. The fact that Brian had a few hundred million dollars meant
nothing, Matt told himself. Hardy had again gone to meet with his seminar
mates for work on their projects. 'Hmmm,' Matt thought, 'maybe I have
assigned them too much for this term's work.'
While Matt was washing up in the sink, he remembered loving
Hardy's cock last night, one of their most wonderful and loving experiences
together, and felt so in love with Hardy, recognizing his need for his
partner to love him. Hardy had given Matt's cock a real workout then, too,
working in a 69 position.
The phone beeped at Matt from the living room. "Sometimes I
wish I had gotten a phone on the wall that never moved."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dr. Ridgway, this is Jeff O'Brien. I was wondering if you
wanted to go see Ted Anthony today, and if wanted me with you?"
"I sure do, Jeff. I've just been slow this morning, trying to
get Hardy off to his meeting. How soon would you be ready?"
Jeff laughed, "Well, Doc, I'm sitting in my car in front of
your house."
Walking to the front door, Matt opened it and waved for Jeff
to come in the house. He was a cute little guy, though from the rumors he
must be not so small in one specific area. Jeff McGruder was a lucky guy,
he thought, sort of a Mutt and Jeff relationship. Just depends whether Big
Jeff would be satisfied with his partner's equipment or not.
Matt shook Jeff's hand as he entered. "Let me take your coat,
Jeff, how about a cup of coffee?" Matt noticed that Jeff was looking at
his body and he realized that he was still naked except for his flimsy
sleep shorts and wool socks. He thought, 'Oh, what the hell.'
"Sure, that would be fine." He sat at the kitchen table,
"Have you decided how to go about confronting Ted?"
"Well, Jeff, I'm not quite sure. Does Ted seem under control
all the time, or can he become upset quickly?"
"Most of the time I've been with him, he's been fine, though
there was that time he almost decked a guy for giving him a hard time about
his clothes." Jeff laughed, "Ted does sometimes come up with pretty wild
outfits."
Matt poured a cup for himself and sat at the table beside
Jeff. "Jeff, I must admit that I don't exactly have a plan. If Ted has
done this on the spur of the moment and had no real spite or malice
intended, I would just as soon not take him to the police. However, if he
stole the RV with the purpose of selling it and making money, then he
should go to jail." He took a sip, "I guess I'll just have to talk to him
to determine what I'd want to do. So, we will have to do this on our own,
if you are willing to go along with me."
"You can count on me, Matt, whatever you need me to do."
"That's great. Let me drive my van and we'll head south on
Route 15 until we get near the target. Take your cell phone with us, will
you, Hardy has ours at school."
* * * * *
Back in Westerville Blanche and Gerald were trying to make
plans. They knew where Steve lived, but had no idea where Matt was. "He
used to live near the U of Ohio campus, but he must be gone by now,"
Blanche said, "how are we going to find out?"
"Maybe we'll have to find out from Steve, he should know.
Those fags stick together."
Blanche looked unhappy, "You know, I really miss seeing our
grandsons, Gerald, maybe we could make up with Steve and see him and the
boys, then casually ask about Matt. Steve doesn't know what we've said to
Matt."
* * * * *
"That's the farm on the right, Matt. We'll have to take a
chance that Ted would be at home, not here at his grandfather's old farm."
Matt pulled over to the side of the road where he could get a good look at
the farm.
About 200 yards back from the road, on a small rise, was a
huge farmhouse, freshly painted white, spreading out over the lot. There
was a wide porch around three sides of the first floor, continuing as far
as he could see. The white gravel drive up to the house led between rows
of huge oak trees lining both sides. In the summer that would be a
beautiful tunnel of green, stretching to maybe 40 to 50 feet.
"Hey, Jeff, I've got an idea. Now, listen."
After Matt explained, they pulled into the farm drive all the
way to the barn. "Jeff, would you look in the barn to see if the RV is
there?"
He watched as Jeff left the van, ran to the small door of the
barn and disappeared inside. In just five seconds he reappeared with a big
smile on his face, saying 'yes' with a violent movement of his arm. They
had traveled another 100 yards back from the farmhouse to reach the
barn. He also noted a dairy barn behind the main barn. These buildings must
have ancient histories, probably built back in the late 1800s, and still in
great shape as far as he could see. Then Matt spotted on the roof of the
main barn, in the shingle design was formed the date of 1884.
A wonderful thought passed through Matt's mind. He had
noticed a real estate agency's sign on the land by the main road. He
thought, 'Oh, man, what a beautiful place this would be to live on. The
house looks huge, probably many rooms, and he also thought, that dairy barn
most likely would have a concrete floor, just perfect for Steve's
sculpture. No question that the house would be big enough to accommodate
many guests. Wonder if the inside is kept up, too?' He also considered
what the price would be. 'Hell,' he thought, 'I'll have enough money, no
matter.'
When Jeff got back to the van, Matt got out. "Get in the van
driver's seat, Jeff, like we said, and go to Ted's house." He smiled, "And
don't hot rod it, okay?" Jeff grinned wickedly.
Matt entered the barn as Jeff left, pleased to see their Motor
Home looking great. As he toured the exterior, he found no dings or
anything, hardly any dust. Opening the RV door at the front, he walked
through and again checked out the condition. All fine. "Ok," he spoke to
himself, "so far, so good. Now if Jeff can complete his mission."
* * * * *
Jeff had driven Matt's van to Ted's present house. To set his
character, he parked and started breathing heavily, panting and slapped his
face a few times. 'Boy, this is the hard way to get my character going'.
Because Ted might be watching out for him, Jeff jumped out of
the van and ran to the front door of the farmhouse. He pounded the door,
then saw a bell and rang that, too. Suddenly the door opened and he
breathed a sigh of relief because Ted Anthony stood there in the doorway.
"Hi, Jeff, what's up?"
"Hi, Ted. Has anyone been by before this? We have guys and
cars out in the whole area from Windsor to Bryan to search for the Motor
Home belonging to the Dukes. You haven't seen any?"
Ted looked startled and nervous, his eyes jumping from spot to
spot. "No, Jeff, we haven't seen anybody. "Where are they looking?"
"I don't know, really, Ted, just anywhere I guess. Well, I
better get going, Ted, let us know if you hear of anything. Thanks. See
you."
Returning to the van, Jeff raced to the door, opening it wide
and climbing in. He tore away with his tires spinning and showering the
lawn with gravel. He spun around, heading back to Ted's grandfather's old
farm where Matt was waiting for him, and, hopefully, for Ted.
The white van sped through the farm entrance, continuing to
the barn and around it to the rear, where Ted wouldn't see it when he came,
if he came. Through one of the barn windows Matt saw Jeff go by, his signal
to be alert for Ted.
Fifteen minutes must have passed before Matt heard another car
approaching the barn. He could tell when it swung in the drive to the barn
and came to a stop by the barn door. The sunlight flashed inside the barn
as Ted opened the small door and walked to the door of the Motor Home.
Matt was sitting back a way in the RV, watching Ted as he
climbed inside, sitting in the driver's seat. Suddenly, "Son of a bitch,
where are the keys? I know I left them here."
Ted heard Matt's voice, "I have the keys, Ted, so just sit
down, we're not in any hurry." Ted went spastic, jerking around to see
Matt a few feet behind him. His head spun one direction, then another,
trying to find a way out. As he headed for the door where he entered, he
saw Jeff blocking the way. Ted could only think, 'God, I'm trapped. What
can I do?'
"D ... d ... d ... octor, Ridgway. What are you doing here?"
"Well, Jeff, I found this RV, and naturally wondered who had
stolen it from Windsor. Now you are here, looking for the keys, but let me
tell you what I think."
Matt and Jeff held on to Ted and led him to the sofa where
they sat him between them. Ted was practically a basket case, panicked and
twitching around, unable to stay still.
"Now, Ted, let me tell you what I think happened. Somebody
figured out just where the twins put this RV after we hid it in the
warehouse. Then, Ted, this somebody decided to steal it and hide it
somewhere out of town, harder to find."
"But.. But ... Dr. Ridgway, ah it ..."
Matt broke in, "Ted you don't have to say anything yet, until
you hear how I solved the case." He continued, "What I think is that this
guy knew your grandfather's old farm would be a good place where no one
went. That's why the RV is in the barn, a place you know well."
Matt put an arm around Ted's shoulders and held one hand in
his own. He leaned over to Ted, looking him directly in the eyes, "Ted, I
don't think you did this, I think someone hid this in this place to get you
in trouble. Am I right?"
Tears had formed in Ted's eyes, threatening to burst over, but
finally he understood what Dr. Ridgway was trying to tell him. Matt knew
Ted was guilty, but was going to let him go free. He wasn't going to be
sent to jail. 'Oh, thank god,' he thought. "Yes," he said staring at
Matt's eyes, "yes, I think that is the way it must have happened. You are
right." He was trying hard to keep from crying.
"Ok, Ted, that is great, you understand me. I'm grateful that
you do."
Matt turned to Jeff, "Jeff, would you go get the van and pull
it around. We'll be leaving in a minute." Back to Ted, "Ted, I want you to
drive the RV back to Windsor, so that in case there are any of your
fingerprints, by accident, they can be explained since you drove it back.
Does that sound okay to you?" Matt and Ted stood up.
Ted nodded sincerely, "That's great. Thank you so much." Ted
reached out awkwardly and, wrapping his arms around Matt, hugged him for a
quick moment. He whispered, "Thank you, sir."
* * * * *
Jeff took off with the van and Matt rode back to Windsor in
the RV with Ted driving. He turned to look at Ted's face, a young, but cute
face, full of good character. He decided that he had to know.
"Ted, you know I'm sure you are the one who took the RV, don't
you."
Ted's face dropped swiftly, somber and afraid. "Yes," he
squeaked.
"But, also remember that I'm not going to turn you in, you
won't be going to jail, for sure."
"Thank you again, Dr. Ridgway."
"Ted, I would like to know why you did it? Could you tell
me?"
Ted drove for five minutes before he answered, trying to
decide if he should trust his professor. "I'm sorry, sir, I was jealous of
Hardy and Roger, playing in the Dukes. I tried out but didn't make it."
Again he was looked depressed. "I thought I played very well."
"Yes, Ted, you did. However, Hardy is as good a trombonist as
I've ever heard. And Roger is close behind him. You also were good, too.
But, I'm afraid, not quite as good. You are playing first trombone just
after Roger, right?"
"I'm happy there, sir, I just lost my head, in my mind I hated
them. So, I tried to upset the Dukes by taking this RV. I'm sorry."
"Well, Ted, I'll be telling a tall story to the police so
stick to what I say. You didn't act very wisely, but I wouldn't want you
to lose your freedom for what I'm sure was a student prank."
Ted looked carefully at Matt, seeing a wide smile, broke into
a delighted grin, then looked back at the road. "That's right, Matt,
that's right," nodding all the time, delirious inside.
* * * * *
In Columbus Steve was working in his studio while Anne had
taken the kids to some museum or other and Gary was at the courthouse. His
phone called to him.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm looking for Matthew Ridgway and I wondered if you
could tell me where he is now."
'Son of a bitch,' Steve thought, 'that's my father. Why does
he want Matt?'
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have no idea where he is or what he is
doing. Haven't seen him in a long, long time."
"Oh, well, thank you." He hung up.
Steve put the receiver down and went back to his work. "Well,"
he spoke out loud to himself, "that old fart knows where I live and wants
Matt. I wonder. Could he have seen the court award in the paper, the
judgment that Matt got?"
Steve tried to call Matt, but there was no answer at his
house. 'I'll try him later today, he may be out still searching for his
motor home.' He went back to work on his latest project for which his
assistant at the computer company had commissioned. This would be a statue
of him from the waist up, no clothes on, for his parents who lived in
California in the old family home. They didn't get to see their son very
often and he hoped a statue of him would help. Steve didn't understand the
reason for no clothes, but the customer gets what he wants. He admitted to
himself that his assistant was really hot, very well built. But for your
parents?
At the same time he was concerned as to what his parents were
up to. No doubt they had seen Matt's court award in the paper and now
wanted to get in on it. They might have also seen the report of his
$100,000 sale of the sculpture he'd done for Matt. Well, he'd do another
one for Matt. Steve didn't really need the money, but the sale would be
good publicity, which he could use.
He needed to talk to Matt because they needed to prepare for
an attack by their parents. These people were their parents, but they were
also avaricious to a fault, and for sure wanted part of their sons' income.
"I better talk to Gary as to what we can do to protect ourselves."
Write to Paul at dukesofwindsor@juno.com
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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.