Date: Wed, 26 May 2004 19:19:36 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor 13
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the
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and easier to read.. Thank you guys so much for your help and your
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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 Thirteen
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When the motor home reached the original warehouse, Matt got
out, unlocked the big door and opened it so Ted could drive inside. Matt
was so pleased to have the motor home back, since they had a performance
coming up next week near Columbus. They locked up the RV and then the big
padlock on the main door. Jeff was waiting in front of the warehouse in
the van to pick them up.
After settling inside the van, Matt asked Ted if he would
come home with him for lunch. He quickly got in, "And yes, Jeff, you can
come home with me, too." Both seemed to like the idea of eating with their
professor. "I'm hoping Hardy has gotten home and started lunch, but I
wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't. But, we'll whomp something up." He
smiled at the two young men as if welcoming them to his circle of friends,
real friends.
Matt got to thinking that he had no idea what was at home to
eat, so quickly decided to take them to the Hob Nob for lunch. When they
had finished, Matt asked Jeff to take Ted home and bring the van back so he
could take Jeff to his dorm.
"Don't worry about that, Matt, I'll leave it at your house
when I get back, I only have a couple blocks to go."
When Jeff dropped Matt off at his house, Matt stayed in the
van for a minute. "Remember, Ted, remember what my story is and stick to
that no matter what. I do have to call the police so they know the RV has
been recovered, and they may want to talk to you. I'll tell them what we
discussed. Okay?"
Solemnly, Ted answered, "Yes, Matt," his eyes sparkling
again, "I can't thank you enough for rescuing me from the trouble I got
myself into." He giggled and smiled, "I'll be your slave for life,
Mr. Dr. Matthew B. Ridgway, sir, Matt."
Then Ted leaned over to whisper in Matt's ear, "I really like
you."
Matt gave Ted a strange look, not sure just what Ted was
declaring to him, but he smiled at the young man and shook hands. "See you
in band, Ted. I can work with you on the trombone if you'd like."
"Great."
Matt had grown to like Ted very much in a short length of
time, appreciating his short but stocky body, his cute face and brown hair.
The dark eyes seemed to be holding secrets, but he would take his chances.
He turned to Jeff O'Brien.
"Thanks, Jeff, for all your help. See you later."
* * * * *
Before checking the mail and phone messages, Matt called
Brian in River City.
"Hi, Brian, I want to thank you so much. You are the silver
knight riding to my rescue whenever I get into trouble."
Brian laughed, then, "That's okay, Matt, it gives me
something to do when the days are dragging by." He giggled, "Just so you
keep getting into trouble, I'll be happy."
"Say, Brian, can you and Mike make it to Columbus to our
concert next Friday?"
"Of course, Matt, we wouldn't miss it. I want Mike to see
the motor home since he hasn't seen it yet. Let me know how it rides and
all that."
Matt repeated, "Thanks, again, Brian. We'll see you there.
Bye."
"Sure, bye."
* * * * *
Matt saw a message waiting on his answering machine. Once he
heard Steve's call, he phoned him immediately.
"Hi, Steve, what do you think is up with our lovely parents?
I'm not giving them anything at all. They didn't want to know me, and
that's the way it stays."
"Okay, Matty, but I still have to talk to Gary so we can see
if they can sue us and win. I don't want to give them any money,
either. They have enough money. They should be horse- whipped for what
they did to you."
"And for what they might have done if we had loved each other
all those years. That really burns me up that you had to do what you did,
ignoring me, but I still am glad you did, saved us, maybe."
"Well, Matty, I'll see what Gary says. We may have to make a
peremptory strike, so to speak. By the way have you been paid yet?"
"Steve, there are some new accounts at the Windsor National
Bank, one with $500,000 in it, another with $250,000 and a third with
around $200,000. Now, of course, taxes have to come out of those piddling
amounts, ha! And, Steve, wait until you see what I have found. We located
the RV at last on a farm belonging to the grandfather of one of my band
members. That farm is for sale, not occupied, but the student has been
taking care of it, the house, barn, dairy barn and grass areas."
"Steve, I want to buy it, love, it is gorgeous. The house is
old but looks very well preserved though probably built in the late 1880s.
And, I can tell there are many rooms, maybe even enough for all of us. The
kids would love being on the farm, I'll bet. We could even get some
animals. I wish you could come up to see it."
"Matty, that sounds great. I wouldn't mind getting out of the
city. I can do all my work online on computer. But there is my studio to
be considered, too."
"Hey, Steve, there is a former dairy barn with a cement
floor. It would need a new smooth layer on top, but should work well for
you. Most of the farm is leased out to neighboring farmers who use it for
pasture and for raising crops. It would depend on taxes and such as to
whether I would have to buy the whole thing or just the few acres around
the house and barn."
"Where is it?"
"It is five miles south of Windsor near the small town of
West Jefferson on Ohio Route 15, maybe seven miles north of Bryan with a
beautiful setting." He suggested, "Let me get some pictures, Steve, and
I'll send them to you, see what you think. I've got to go, Steve, talk to
you later. Bye."
"Back to you, too. Love you, Bye."
* * * * *
The next day Ted Anthony went to 'his' farm as soon as he
could, no classes that day before noon and that would be band. He had not
thought about anything but Matthew Ridgway since yesterday. Matt had called
him late yesterday to say that the police have been informed but probably
wouldn't bother him. For that Ted was very pleased. He actually glowed as
he worked around 'his' house, giving everything a thorough cleaning because
Matt said he would be coming to see the place after band rehearsal. Ted
was going to hop a ride to Windsor with a friend who lived close by, then
ask for a ride home with Matt. He grinned to himself, 'That name feels so
good on my tongue. And tickles my dick, too.' he giggled and had to admit.
After Ted prepared some stuff for Matt to see, and
experience, he drove home to clean up and wait for his ride. He couldn't
wait to get to band rehearsal and especially to see Matt. Ted knew that
Matt and Hardy were a couple, almost all the band members knew that, but no
one ever said anything outside of the band organization.
* * * * *
Following the band practice, Ted and Matt drove to Ted's farm
near West Jefferson.
"Matt, are you really interested in buying this farm?"
"Yes, Ted, I am interested, but nothing is set yet. My
brother and Hardy will have to see it first. That's why I brought the
camera today. I'll send my brother pictures by email and see what he
thinks. Whether I buy would depend on a lot of factors; price, financing,
what would need to be done to it, and so on."
"But, Matt," Ted complained, "I've got it all fixed up,
already to live in."
Matt smiled at Ted, "Yes, I'm sure you have, Ted, but," he
hesitated, "well, for instance, my brother is a sculptor and would need a
studio to work in, and that's absolutely necessary. I noted the old dairy
barn, thinking that might do it. I suppose it has a concrete floor,
right?"
"Yes, Matt, but I have to admit that is pretty rough. Maybe
a top coat of cement?"
The van turned into the drive to the farm then stopped. Matt
got out and took four pictures of that scene, especially the tunnel of huge
oaks. He returned to the van to drive to the farm house and park there.
Matt kept taking pictures constantly to have a complete record for Steve
and Hardy. He got a picture of Ted as they exited the van. Ted looked as
if he belonged to that place, light hair with a tinge of red, blue eyes set
in his oblong face, his prominent chin and its dimple and freckles across
his nose and upper cheeks. Rural American youth.
Matt and Ted walked in the front door of the farm house and
the older man could only hold his breath. This was a real, old-time farm
house, but upgraded in many ways, he already noted. The extensive woodwork
seemed lighter, but also looked solid and complete. The wooden floor in the
living room was gorgeous, lustrous with a deep glow, only covered with a
few small area rugs. And there was a large fireplace in this room.
"Ted, this is beautiful. This room is large, well decorated
and furnished. How many rooms are there?"
"On the first floor there are seven rooms; a living room, a
family room, the kitchen, dining room and den. Besides that, I put in a
so-called 'mother-in-law suite' with separate bath and lounging room,
changed some of the original rooms around, moved walls and doors and such,
then rearranged the rooms, halls and equipment. The ceilings were twelve
foot and still are. I must admit that I didn't do the decorating, I know
I'm not good at that."
"It is wonderful, whoever you had. How did you ever do all
this? This is expert work. How about upstairs, how many rooms?"
"They are still much the same as before. There are five
bedrooms, plus four bathrooms, one for the master bedroom and one between
each two regular bedrooms. Two of the bathrooms are new."
Matt looked into Ted's eyes, dark but flashing, "Ted, just
who owns this property?"
Ted smiled wisely, all knowing, "Dr. Ridgway, I own the farm,
this whole property."
"What? You own it? How did that come about?"
"He-he, my grandfather was a smart old bird. He didn't like
any of his children because none of them wanted to run the farm. So he
gave it to me." He grinned, "Well, it's not mine yet until I'm 25, but I'm
taking care of it and he said if I could find someone good who would buy
it, I could sell it and keep the money."
"I am really impressed, Ted, you have done a wonderful
job. And the outside grounds also look great. I would be proud to own this
place, if I could possibly strike an agreement with the owner!" He laughed
with Ted, putting his arm around the young man's shoulder.
He couldn't see Ted's eyes, but they almost rolled all the
way back up in his head, and he wasn't breathing too well, either. He
recovered quickly when Matt removed his arm.
"But first I'd have to see upstairs and the rest of the
farm. Uh, Ted, is most of the land leased to neighboring farmers?"
"Yes, there would be just about 20-30 acres around the house
and barns for sale, maybe more if you really wanted it. That would include
those two stands of evergreens trees over there. Lots of fun for hide and
seek, if you have any kids; or hide and jerk if you don't." He laughed.
Matt laughed, too, "I really doubt if I'll have any myself,
but my two young nephews would love it. That and hikes and picnics they
would delight in."
"And see, I can continue to earn money off the other land at
the same time."
He added, "Come on, Matt, you have to see upstairs. Lots to
see!"
Matt kept snapping pictures right and left, up and down.
Fortunately he had 120 mbs of storage space in his camera saved to disk.
Occasionally, Matt deviously took a picture of Ted.
Ted showed him one of the bedrooms, and the associated
bathroom between it and the next bedroom.
"Geez, Ted, you've spent tons of money on this? You sure it
isn't going to cost me an arm and a leg, or other appendage."
"No, Matt, this property cost me nothing and I've done most
of the work myself and enjoyed it.
"Matt, why don't you go through the other bedrooms and baths,
and I'll get set in the master bedroom, there is something there that you
need to see. Okay?"
"Sure, I'll be there in a couple minutes."
"Ted?" Matt couldn't find Ted in the master bedroom.
"In here, Matt," Ted called from the master bath.
Matt walked into the huge bath and finally found Ted in the
Jacuzzi in the far corner; he could see that the young man was naked.
* * * * *
In Columbus Matt and Steve's parents had driven that
afternoon from their home in Westerville to I-71 heading south, then past
downtown Columbus they connected with I-70 going toward Wheeling. They
exited at Livingston Avenue in Bexley. By heading to the north side of the
small city on College Avenue on the south side of Capital University, then
turning onto Drexel Avenue, they crossed Main Street and then Broad Street
on to North Parkview Avenue, near Maryland. They knew the correct number
of Steve's house, but hadn't been there. By disassociating themselves from
their sons, the aging couple had cut themselves off from any family.
There had been plenty of bitter rows between the couple,
married for 35 years, but they were not in agreement about their sons.
Blanche didn't want to have anything to do with Matt and Steve, though she
had loved her grandsons when they were little. But Matt's confession that
he was gay had ruined everything for her. How could he do that to her?
Steve had kept away from Matt for all those years, but now is supporting
him, probably loving him, too.
Gerald did not win their arguments. He didn't care if Steve
and Matt were homosexual or bi-sexual or liked cows unnaturally, they were
his sons and he didn't want to lose them. But he had, because of Blanche's
refusal to see them or talk to them, and now they've both come into some
money. No, that's not right, they have both worked very hard and earned
what they have gotten. He did love his wife, but wondered if she had
developed some deep psychological problems. After thirty-five years he
thought he knew her, but obviously he didn't.
Now she wants to extort money from them, even though they
didn't need any. Gerald had retired early from his company, but they had
enough to live on, and live pretty well. It was her idea to buy the new
house and move without telling anyone. He wanted to tell the boys, but she
would have found out and he didn't want to lose her, too.
With Gerald driving very slowly, the couple passed Steve's
house, marveling at its size and architectural beauty, particularly the
location. Blanche made him turn around to go by it again.
Right in front she ordered, "Stop, Gerald," which he
did. "I'm going to see if he's home, I want to talk to him."
Gerald tried to dissuade her, but his words had no effect.
"Just stay right here, I'll be quick."
Gerald watched his wife walk up the curving cement through
attractive low shrubs. He knew he was being a wimp, but just couldn't
confront her or even go against her wishes in secret. Ever since Matt told
her he was gay, she'd practically become deranged. But even before that
she'd hammered away at him to find a girl, get married and have
grandchildren. Maybe that is what changed her, not that he was gay, but
that there would be no more grandchildren.
Steve saw his mother coming up the walk, amazed at her brazen
approach, still undecided whether to talk to her or not. Fortunately, Anne
was gone with the kids to her house. They could play there with Hardy's
old toys while she could take care of personal business and see to the
house. He realized that she probably had two complete wardrobes, one at
his house and another one at hers. Oh well, she could easily afford it.
The doorbell chimed, then the knocker was rapped, suddenly,
nervously. That made the decision for him, he knew he was in no shape to
tangle with her. He still hadn't talked with Gary about their possible
indemnity, what protection against future damage or liability they had.
Looking at her from a side window he thought, 'She has change dramatically,
she looks so desperate.' He began to feel sorry for her, but quickly
remembered what she was trying to do to them.
After ten minutes or so, she finally gave up, walked back to
the car and had her husband drive away. Steve sighed in relief, but needed
someone to talk to. He knew Matt was looking over the farm he found and
Gary was in court. 'Maybe', he considered, 'I could talk to Hardy.'
Hardy was home in Windsor, and gladly talked to Steve. He
listened to Steve's close call with his mother and how that went. Hardy
really didn't comment, just listened. When asked about the concert at
Otterbein, Hardy explained what they were working on for the event next
week. Hardy was excited and said that the whole group was excited. Being
in Westerville would be their closest program to a really big city,
Columbus, not 10 miles south.
Steve reported that all of their 'family' would be at the
concert. Little did he know that his statement would turn out to be more
true than he expected or wanted.
* * * * *
"What are you doing, Ted? Showing off?" Matt meant the
Jacuzzi, but Ted thought he meant himself.
"No, not showing off, Matt," he grinned, "what have I got to
show off?" Matt didn't want to answer that. Ted continued, "Over there in
the walk in closet you can change. I've set out some speedos, one of them
must fit you."
"Oh, no, Ted, thanks, I don't need to get in."
"Matt, if you are going to buy this place, you need to
experience everything. This thing is great. Just imagine you and .. ah,
well.. ah ... what's his name, you know who I mean?"
Matt laughed, "Oh, what the hell, I guess it would be all
right." Later, Matt thought to himself that he gave in rather easily, but,
hell, who could resist sexy Ted.
A few minutes later Matt came back into the bath,
complaining, "Ted, are these speedos all old ones of yours? My butt's too
big to fit in any of them." He had on a pair that covered his jewels, but
only a small part of his butt.
Ted was giggling, having a fit. "They fit ... g ... gre
...great, Matt. Come on in." He didn't think Matt's butt was any too big,
just right. However, it looked like his equipment was huge.
Matt climbed over the side of the spa, slowly sinking into
the hot, bubbly water, almost opaque with all the jets and bubbles. He sat
on the opposite side from Ted, yet still only a couple feet away from him.
'Lord,' Matt thought, 'that kid does really work hard on the farm. His
small body is so tightly built and defined.' Ted didn't have bulging
muscles, just very defined and clearly blocked in, all the way down to his
jock. Matt wondered about his ass, it had looked good in his jeans, so
relaxed and low that his back pockets were practically behind his knees..
Both men relaxed back on the curved side, warm, comfortable
and almost asleep.
Matt was zoning out when he felt a small foot pressing on the
bulge in his speedo, then rubbing his cock inside it. His breathing
stopped, his heart running harder and Matt couldn't decide what to do.
This young man really attracted him, but what would Hardy say? The devil
on Matt's shoulder whispered, 'Well, didn't Hardy get it on with Roger a
while ago? Hmmm?'
So, Matt didn't do anything, just lay back and enjoyed the
feeling with his eyes closed. His eyes suddenly threw themselves open to
see Ted standing in front of him as he felt some small fingers pulling at
his speedo, releasing his now hard cock and balls. But it felt so good, he
didn't say anything, just lifted his butt when Ted tried to pull off his
speedo. Soon he was naked.
Before he could say anything, Ted spoke, "Shut up, Matt. Lay back and enjoy
this, I just can't stay away from you, you are so hot."
Matt mumbled, "So are you, Ted, so are you."
Ted was very pleased to hear Matt say that to him, especially
since he was partnered with Hardy, who had a much better body than Ted did.
Well, maybe just bigger. Ted smiled. He's had a glimpse of Hardy's dick
in the men's' room in the music building. Even soft, it was big, for sure a
lot bigger than his own.
Ted was then leaning over, playing with Matt's cock, rock
hard and hot, even under the water. But within a couple of moments, he felt
Matt's hands on the back of his thighs, slowly sliding up and up to his
tight, firm buttocks, until Matt's fingers slipped between the cheeks. He
started pulling on them toward the young man's feet, sliding them down as
his hands caressed those buttocks, then his thighs to his feet.
Both pair of eyes stared at the other's, looking deep into
their dark spaces, while they froze their position until Matt looked down
at Ted's cock and balls. They weren't large, but well formed, solid and
oozing already. Matt pulled at Ted's body, wanting it on top of his own
body, naked flesh against naked flesh.
So, Ted lay down on Matt, a completely smooth body on a
lightly haired one, contrasted in Ted's deeply tanned flesh from working
out on the farm. Matt noted that Ted was completely tanned, top to bottom,
'Wonder where he tans nude?' With Ted's face beside his, Matt let his hands
drop to Ted's buttocks, so smooth but pert and solid, small but tight. Matt
loved them and kept playing with the meat there, massaging and caressing to
send his feelings to Ted.
Ted's ear was next to Matt's mouth, "You planned all this,
didn't you, Ted. I know you did, and I appreciate it very much, but you are
a little guttersnipe." He snickered.
Ted raised up to look directly into Matt's face, smiling but
quizzical. "Now just what would a guttersnipe be?"
"Don't you read, Teddy? You should read to learn about
life. What do you read.?"
He grinned, Well, I do read some, I've read all of Tolkien's
Lord of the Rings."
"That's good. A guttersnipe was a street urchin who lived in
the streets of London many years ago." He thought, " But maybe I'm wrong,
you must be a Hobbit, a delightful, wee person , like a child. That's what
you are, Teddy."
Ted leaned into Matt again and whispered, "Well Matt, this
child loves you. I'm sorry, I know it's wrong, but I still love you."
"And I love you, too, Ted, but, and that's a big butt" as
Matt slapped Ted's butt, "Hardy and I are committed and I am IN love with
him. I hope you can enjoy being with me now because this is the first and
no doubt last time." He hugged the younger man tightly, "Can you live with
that, Ted?"
Since their cheeks were together, Matt couldn't see Ted's
face which teared up, but he said, "Matt, yes, I can live with that, but if
you two ever split up, I got first dibs. Okay?"
Matt laughed and kissed Ted's cheek, "Yes, that's fine. I
hate to tell you, though, we will not be 'splitting' as you so hopefully
termed it."
Ted immediately kissed Matt, hard, on the lips. They worked
their way together for a good while, sharing juices, tongues and breaths.
The older man held his smaller friend against him, running his hand s up
and down Teddy's back, especially over those pert, smooth ass cheeks,
partly under the water, so slick and slightly rubbery. Matt would have
dearly loved to have eaten them, one by one, in orgy of passion.
The thought came to Matt that he hadn't asked Ted anything
about his sexual experience.
"Ted, I should know just how much sex you have had to this
point, a little or a lot?"
Ted was pushing his crotch into Matt's, matching cock to
cock. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. I've jerked off since I
was about 13, and have jerked off with a few friends, but we didn't touch
each other. I've dated some, but I'm a complete virgin around women. I
must admit that they don't attract me, I'm afraid."
"Is that all?"
"Well, I gave you a reason why my grandfather gave me the
farm, but there is a reason other than that one." He was somewhat ashamed
to tell Matt. "Matt, when I was young, about 10 to 12, I often slept with
my gramma and grandpa when we lived with them in this house. Usually,
gramma got up first and grandpa and I slept longer. Finally I noticed that
Grandpa didn't go back to sleep, but would play with my dick. I could get
a little hard on. When I did notice, I asked what he was doing. He said
that he was checking if I was growing up okay, since I was rather small."
"This went on for a few more months until I finally could
spurt. At that time he said I was doing great. My grandma passed away
soon after, so, many times I would still sleep with him, sort of helping
him get over her loss. Actually, it is still going on, but not as
often. I'm more often out early and in late, so don't get to sleep with him
much. I do love him, you know.
"He started sucking me off as soon as I could cum, and I
learned how to suck his huge dick, and play with his balls and so on. He
is getting almost beyond it, but I try to keep him in good spirits.
"That's it, Matt. I love my grandpa and would do anything for
him." His eyes twinkled and he smiled sexily, "Maybe that's why he is
giving me the farm, who knows?"
"And, I'm sure you deserve everything you get, Teddy, I'm
very happy for you."
The older man lifted Ted a bit, "Teddy, would you stand up a
few minutes? I love looking at your ass and want to see it up close and
tight." He smiled and kissed his young friend on the way up.
The young farmer stood with his back to Matt, sort of pushing
his ass out a little, trying to entice the older director. "Matt, there it
is and it is yours."
Sitting up, leaning toward Teddy, Matt pressed his face
against those soft cheeks, those meaty young glutes, tender yet tough. His
thumbs worked between them, searching for Ted's asshole, just feeling
around.
"Matt, nobody's ever been there before, or seen me there.
I've not done anything with it."
"That's okay, Teddy, I'm not going to do anything you don't
want me to do."
Spreading Ted's tight cheeks, Matt massaged them to relax the
muscles. When he finally saw the object of his desire, it emerged as a
tiny hole, it's lips were wrinkled and puckered, slightly darker red around
it. Gently, Matt eased into the opening, stuck his tongue out and swiped
it along the asshole and his cleft from bottom to top.
"Oh, god, Matt, what are you doing to me? I'm going to cum
if you keep that up much."
Matt looked around the boy's body to see his cock rigidly
pulsing, sticking straight out. "Haven't you ever played with it, Teddy?"
"No, but keep going, Matt, it is fantastic, sensations I've
never felt before, you are making me shiver and shake."
Matt continued with his rimming of Ted's anus, loving the
feelings it gave him, too. He squeezed his face completely into the crack
and shoved his tongue as far as he could in the hole. It took a bit of
work, but Ted's asshole finally relaxed enough that Matt could get it in
there.
Ted was bent way over, his hands resting on his knees, "Matt,
that's too much. I can't take much more." He yelled, "It's here! It's
cumming."
Immediately, he swung Teddy around and gathered his whole
cock in his mouth just as the young man started shooting, on Matt's tongue,
down his throat and all over his mouth.
"Aaaaagh! Ooogh! That's so good, so super," his body still
shaking, "Matt, let me down, let me hold you."
Ted again lay against Matt's body, feeling the huge cock
pressing into his crotch, spreading precum all over. Ted was surprised
that his cock wasn't going soft, it was as hard as before. "Matt, I've
never cum like that before, I about passed out. What were you doing?"
"That's called rimming, I was rimming your asshole, sensitive
little thing, isn't it?"
"I would never say no to that again."
"How about if someone wanted to put their hard cock into that
tiny hole?"
Teddy hesitated, "Uh .. I don't know, Matt." He lifted off
Matt a bit and held Matt's cock in his hand. "That's such a big cock.
Would it really fit inside me?"
Matt talked to Ted about what they would do, plenty of lube
and practice, if he wanted to try.
"What do you need, Matt?"
"Can you find some lotion, something very slippery?"
Ted dripped out of the jacuzzi and across the floor to the
medicine chest. Proudly, he returned holding a bottle of skin lotion,
"Will this do, Matt?"
"Sure," Matt agreed. He took the bottle and had Ted lay over
Matt's thighs, his butt out of the water. Taking one finger, Matt lubed it
and slowly tried to insert it inside Ted. He rubbed Ted's back with the
other hand. Soon, the young man's asshole began to relax and not resist.
Matt then inserted two fingers, then three fingers well lubricated.
"Okay, Teddy, I think you are ready. Try to stay relaxed as
much as you can."
Matt sat on the edge, out of the spa, then lay on his back.
"Now, Ted, we are going to try this, but you will be in charge. You will
kneel over my dick, then gradually lower your butt for my cockhead to touch
your hole. Then you can stop any time you need, and go when it feels
right."
The lotion flowed over Matt's hard, red cock, pulsing with
his heart, eager to enter this young ass, so beautiful and delectable. Ted
positioned himself over the head which pressed against the tiny opening,
gradually forcing its way inside. Suddenly, Matt found his cockhead inside
the sphincter, testing the heat and moisture there, waiting until Teddy
could adjust to this intruder
"God, Matt, it's wonderful."
"Doesn't it hurt, Teddy? I don't want to hurt you, but you
go ahead as you want."
Matt was holding on to Ted's thighs, then his shoulders,
playing with his pecs and with his nipples, too. With his cock he could
feel Ted sliding down to his base, almost millimeter by millimeter. Ted's
body was getting very red, sweating, his face concentrating on his progress
and feelings.
"Is it okay, Ted?"
Ted didn't speak but kept up his travel south, waiting to hit
Matt's light brown pubes, to feel them on his buttocks. Ted was feeling
full, stuffed actually, but he didn't hurt. The only real feeling inside
him was the huge cock pushing against his rectum, spreading heat and
velvety soft sides. Suddenly, Ted found his bottom resting directly on
Matt's crotch, his balls like silky sacs to grace Matt's abdomen.
Ted sounded shaky, trembling a bit, and he looked into Matt's
deep orbs, "Matty, I've made it," he shyly grinned, "you are all the way
inside me. I can't believe it, and I don't hurt. Aren't you supposed to
fuck me now? Aren't you?"
Matt reached up to hold Ted as best he could, caressing his
body where he could touch. "My dear Teddy, I can't believe this. You've
really never had a cock in your chute before?"
"No, Matty, maybe my grandpa did it when I was asleep, but
I'm sure I would have noticed that."
"Okay, Ted, lay down on me and I'm going to hold on to you,
then I'll turn and lay you on your back under me. I want to keep my cock
just where it is as we do this."
Within a couple minutes Matt had accomplished his idea and
they were on the soft bathroom carpet, Matt's dick still inside Ted, still
throbbing gently against Ted's anus and rectum.
"Now, Ted, I'm going to start to move in and out of you. If
anything hurts, let me know, right away."
Ted's legs were sprawled wide, his feet on Matt's thick
shoulders, his ass opened fully for Matt to make love to him. Slowly, Matt
started his pumping his cock in, then out. He couldn't believe it when he
realized that Ted was tightening his sphincter as he pulled his cock out,
loosened when he pushed in. Both men were sweating, very hot and very red,
their blood boiling, erotic progression taking over their bodies, like
chords moving in the music.
"Teddy, I'm going to cum, I wish I could keep going." He
groaned, "It's cumming, it's cumming, baby, keep holding tight, love, cum
with me."
Matt grabbed Ted's rock hard cock, oozing precum all over his
abdomen. As he began to pump the slippery dick, Ted yelled, "Oh, Matty, I'm
cumming, too. Keep pumping."
Matt kept moving his pelvis along with his hand on Ted's
cock, in rhythm, and faster and faster, harder and more fierce.
"Aagh, uggh, it's here," Matt groaned as he felt his cock
force stream after stream of his love juice into Ted's ass, loving the hot,
exciting feeling throughout his whole body. He still watched what Ted's
cock was doing, stretching and swelling, the head swollen to twice it's
usual hard size. Ted's body jerked and shook when the shots, one after the
other, flowed out of his cock to puddle between his pecs, in his navel,
running off his sides.
Matt lay down on top of Ted and they cuddled tightly, holding
each other for dear life. Matt's cock wasn't going down anytime soon, he
felt. However, his partner's anus soon forced it out of the channel, to
lie hanging along Ted's butt cleft..
"Teddy, I shouldn't have done that, but I will be forever
grateful to you for having me. You are a real wonder, few men could
tolerate that the first time they were fucked. Are you okay?"
Ted caressed Matt's face, "It was fantastic, Matty," he
grinned broadly, "when can we do it again?" Then he giggled, "I know, I
know, but a guy can always have hope." He kissed Matt.
* * * * *
When Matt got back to their house, he didn't tell Hardy about
the sex with Ted. The first time he and Hardy were in the hot tub
themselves, he would explain what happened.
Hardy was telling him about Steve's call, how their mother
had come to call but he pretended the house was empty. Steve felt he was
lucky because he didn't have to explain to Gary or Anne.
"Has he had any talk with Gary about preserving our fortune?"
"He said he hasn't, but would as soon as he could." Hardy
was leaning over Matt on the computer, holding him and watching as picture
after picture of the farm house appeared on the screen."
"Wait a minute. Go back one." Hardy wanted to see something
again. "There, oh, is that Ted Anthony? I guess I should know him."
"Yes, Hardy, and he owns the farm. His grandfather gave it
to him, though he doesn't have full title until he is 25. I'll tell you the
whole story later, a bit of incest in the family."
"Hey, I've never really looked at him, he sure is cute, isn't
he?" He said, "Incest, huh?"
Matt said 'sure' and moved on quickly. "See here, Hardy,
there is a jacuzzi in the master bedroom." He emphasized, "And that is our
room." He took one of Hardy's hands in each of his, "I can't wait, Wolfie,
until we're there together with our combined family." He scowled, "And
that doesn't include my parents."
Hardy kissed Matt on the neck, the cheek, the nose and his
lips, moving around until he was sitting on Matt's thighs facing him. "Oh,
Matty, I will love that farm just as I love you. I'm so happy going where
you are taking me, this has been a wonderful ride and can only keep going
up."
"Well, Hardy, if you will get off of my crotch, I will sent
these pictures to Steve and Gary so they can look it over. We have to get
them up here."
"Steve did say, Matt, that the whole family will be at the
concert in Westerville at Cowan Hall."
* * * * *
"OK, Dukes and Duch, for the next piece, you will end up with
the two trumpets, LJ and Rick with BJ on tuba keeping the music going,
mostly counterpoint with three themes while Chris and Hardy dance in the
style of a madrigal by Gesualdo. That soon creeps into the form of a dance
by Cole Porter with a similar basic rhythm pattern."
"Take it from the top and try to make the transition as
smooth as possible, and your dancing must barely change from second to
second. Hardy, when you pick Chris up, hold her in your arms and spin
until you two are like one. Okay?"
After that rehearsal, Matt said they had done enough for that
night, then released them.
"In a few spots we are missing some parts so try to get that
music down by tomorrow. We have just four days until the concert and I'm
counting on each of you, in fact, each of us is counting on each of us,
n'est-ce pas?" He paused, "Oh, before I forget, since we are leaving on
Friday morning, be sure to have your work in your other courses finished
before we leave. The instructors are good enough to excuse us, but you need
to have the work done. Okay?"
They all nodded glumly, but perked up when he reminded them
that they would be using their motor home for the first time. And, the
donor might be at the concert, too. "So be good, guys, just as I will be."
They all laughed with Matt, enjoying his badinage,
appreciating his closeness with them. Matt did notice that when Rick
Balsaam went by Jamal he quickly cupped and squeezed his left buttock.
Jamal smiled and nodded his head. 'Oh, I hope they are careful', Matt
thought.
Telling the janitor that he was finished for the night, Matt
and Hardy walked to his van. He also watched to see who walked away with
whom. The two Jeffs together, Rick and Jamal and just friends Chris and
Roger followed the others to the Hob Nob. 'This group really sticks
together', Matt concluded, 'I love them all.'
* * * * *
After refreshments, Rick and Jamal headed for Rick's
room. Rick's roommate had not come back from his weekend at home,
supposedly he was too ill to make it, his mother told Rick. So, these two
could use Rick's room and Jamal could stay the night. Since it was dark,
they held hands while walking, once in a while playing a little grabass
after checking that they were alone. No sense in getting 'outed' when it
isn't necessary, or, in getting beaten up.
While Rick was unlocking his dorm room, Jamal stood behind
him, pushing his already hard cock into these luscious buttocks, firm, but
so squeezable. Rich had always been wary of bringing Jamal to his room.
His roommate was a stupid bigot besides. Well, that's an oxymoron for
sure.
Letting Jamal into his room, Rick said he was just going to
check his mail. "Take it easy, Jamie, I'll be right back."
Descending to the first floor, Rick went to the wall of mail
boxes, found his, dialed the combination and got his mail. A guy from the
dorm whom Rick didn't know, yelled across the hall, "Hey, Ricky, who's that
nigger in your room?"
Rick was stunned, but knew he had to have a comeback fast.
"You got a name?"
"You know me, Ricky, I'm across the hall, remember, Hot Rod."
Then Rick knew. This guy, Rod something, kept joking with
Rick and his roommate about being 'light on their feel'. Usually they
ignored him.
"Hey, Hot Rod, he's the best cock sucker I can find, unless
you want to take the job. Are you a good cock sucker?"
Rod immediately turned beet red, mumbling something about
'motha fuckers', and stomped up the stairs. Rick smiled to himself, 'Wait
'til I tell Jamie, or maybe I'd better not."
Back in his room, Rick found Jamal completely naked, laying
on his bed, either asleep or doing a good job of faking. Rick decided to
pick the first choice and let him get some rest. He hung up Jamal's
clothes neatly on his desk chair.
He held his lover's white boxerbriefs in his hands and put
them up to his nose. His lover's scent was so recognizable to him, he
would know it anywhere. Rick breathed in the aroma of Jamal's crotch, full
of maleness and a little touch of brownness. 'Am I right about that, or is
it something else, soap, maybe, maybe something connected with having a
foreskin. Well, I'll never know because I'll never ask.'
Rick undressed himself, finally releasing his jewels from his
own boxers, a little sweaty perhaps, and perhaps a touch of urine left over
from his last pee. He took his soft, limp penis in the fingers of both
hands, not playing with it but just exploring this piece of his body he'd
had for all his years. When he was home at Christmas, he and his father
were talking about his growing up. Rick loved his father so much, he
always had, loving to be held by him, to run and jump into his arms. He
also remember that his father's hands were all over him then. He especially
liked it when he held his butt with both hands, holding his son tightly to
his body.
The young man was startled to see his cock was full grown,
hard and solid, even dripping a bit. 'Good god, I was just thinking about
my father and I get a hard on. Wonder if I did back then.' He might ask his
father sometime, sure that he would answer him.
Rick, feeling cool being naked in the room, looked at Jamal,
deciding that he would cuddle Jamal and if he wakes, so be it. He needed
to nuzzle with his lover.
With the first touch of Rick's hand on Jamal's back, the
light brown man smiled and turned over to face Rick. "Good morning," he
said, "or isn't it morning yet." Jamal reached around Rick with both arms,
hugging him closer, kissing him when he could reach his lips. "Hi, babe, I
see you are with me and all ready. Jeez, you are already hard, " he
noticed against his leg.
Rick blushed, but told Jamal what he'd been thinking about,
about his father that he loved so much.
"Baby, don't be embarrassed about that. I've seen your
father, remember, and I think he's hot, a real hunk. I think I'm in love
with him too." He giggled, "But seriously, Ricky, I've been there and
learned a lot."
"Jamie, are you telling me you had sex with your father?"
"I always loved my father, as early as I can remember. I
knew he loved me, too, he expressed that frequently to me. He also watched
my growth and development, following them in all aspects. When I was about
13, he noticed a lot of wadded up balls of Kleenex in the wastebasket.
"That night he came in my room late, I heard the click of the
lock after he shut the door. My mind whirled, I couldn't imagine why he
was there. 'Hi bud,' he said, and crawled on the bed behind me, spooning
himself to my back and I felt his big dick pushing against my butt."
"One hand crept over my hips to find my dick, exploding with
blood. 'Take it easy, bud, I want to help you.' He continued to jerk me
off and I finally shot into a Kleenex he'd brought.
"As he left, I said, 'Thanks, Daddy,' and he answered, 'you
are welcome.'"
"The next night, Daddy came in again at the same time and got
on the bed behind me. He pushed me onto my back, pulled down my shorts and
filled his mouth with my dick and balls. As before, I came, the first time
in anybody's mouth, my biggest cum in my short life. As he left, I said
'Thanks, Daddy,' and he answered, 'you're welcome'."
"The third night, Daddy sat on the bed in front of me. I was
on my side and he started to caress my buttocks, first on top of my shorts,
then under my shorts. At that point I was scared. I'd seen my Daddy's hard
cock and knew it was huge. I said, 'No thanks, Daddy, no more help.'"
"Daddy patted my butt, 'Okay, bud, but when you are ready,
let me know.' I got on my feet beside the bed and hugged him as tightly as
I could. 'I love you, Daddy.' He said he loved me, too."
"Wow," Rick moaned, "that was neat, you had a nice Daddy."
"Not for much longer. A few months later, I was sitting in
the living room of our apartment with Daddy when two men, thugs I thought,
burst in the door, yelling at Daddy. I rushed one of the men and tried to
take his gun. He pushed me away, "I'll take care of your kid for you,
sucker," he said to my father, then hit me with his gun. I was out, on the
floor and didn't wake up for a while."
"When I woke, I didn't see Daddy until I went into the
bathroom. He was laying in the bathtub with a huge hole in his head, blood
all over the place. I collapsed on the floor, screaming and
bawling. Finally, Mama had come home and came in and saw him."
"She didn't seem to care one way or another that my Daddy was
dead."
"I whined at her, 'Mama, my Daddy is dead, he's dead!' I
curled into a fetal ball, my eyes dripping."
"Mama said, 'Don't you worry none about him, Jamie, he wasn't
your Daddy. Just some guy I kept around. He got his hand caught in
someone's money box, I guess Never was too smart.'"
"I screamed at her, 'Mama, he loved me and I loved him, too.
More'n I ever loved you.'
That did it, she laid me over her knee, pulled down my shorts
and whomped my butt good and hard. "She told me then, 'Baby, don't go
gettin' hot for some man, they'll always do you wrong. I know.'"
"She never mentioned him again, nor did I, but to me I loved
him with all my heart. And, the worst thing, Ricky?"
"What."
"I never got to tell him he could have my butt," he sobbed,
"And I would have loved it."
Jamal shook and trembled, sobbing and he crawled half on top
of Ricky, one leg over his leg and one arm around his chest. Rick held his
despairing lover and pulled a blanket over them both. His hands caressed
Jamal's slim, hard body, loving the velvet skin and especially his full,
brazen buttocks, a tempting appetizer.
Jamal was soon calm, and then asleep and Rick quickly after
him. They comforted and were comforted, loved and were loved.
* * * * *
All week Matt had kept the D&Ds very busy, working on their
routines, especially some new ones. They would be trying out a new tricky
routine and, of course, always new music, this time a short portion of a
fugue from Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier which fit their style perfectly,
the intricate polyphony weaving gradually into one of Elton John's graceful
songs, Candle In The Wind. His kids loved the switch, contrasts and
comparisons.
Too soon the day was Friday and at 9 AM they were heading to
Columbus for their concert that night at Otterbein College Cowan Hall.
This would be their biggest audience yet, maybe up to a thousand people in
the auditorium. Matt certainly expected many of his friends from graduate
school, students from his former high school and his own family.
The Duke's motor home sat outside the front door of the Music
Building, engine running to warm the inside since the temperature was
around 25 degrees. The instruments had been safely packed aboard while the
costumes hung from rods in the closet inside the RV. Matt had hired a
professional bus driver for that day's trip, and part of his responsibility
would be to keep the instruments and costumes, especially, safe. Matt had
a very nervous stomach as he always did before a performance which
fortunately left just as soon as it started. Then his mind was totally
occupied with the production, performers and music.
That morning Matt and Hardy woke up early, a half hour before
the alarm which was set much earlier than the usual Friday. Hardy rolled
over on Matt's nakedness, embracing him while pressing his body close,
their eyes barely open when both jumped out of bed to head for the
bathroom. Their heavy yellow streams of urine splashed noisily into the
water, quickly coloring the surface, creating mountains of bubbles floating
around the bowl. They each had a hand on the other's buttocks, petting,
caressing and squeezing the soft/hard masses of flesh, and kissing while
they did all that.
Matt spoke, "I think we better get ready to go, love, I don't
want to be late." He grinned and felt Hardy's cheek, "We sometimes lose
track of time when we are having fun, but I don't want to be late. Okay
with you?"
Hardy put on his whiney tone and his original pout, "But,
Matty, why not. We won't take too long. I'll watch the time."
At that Matt immediately started laughing, knowing that
Hardy's mind would be other places, and finally Hardy started to laugh,
too, giving up his whine and pout. "Okay, Matt, we'll wait until tonight in
the motel." He started to pout again, "But I do wish we could go to
Steve's house, that would be more fun."
A quick slap from Matt's hand on Hardy's luscious butt
brought him into line. "I wish we could, love, but we need to stay with the
group. 'Sides, we are rooming together this time." He waggled his
eyebrows, a la Groucho.
At that Hardy smiled and hugged his lover, "That's sounds
good, Matty, I'll be good from now on!"
"Hah," Matt exploded, "don't you dare be good, I want you bad
.... sometimes."
Both handsome men continued with their preparations, shaving
together, showering together and using the toilet alcove ... apart. That
would be too much togetherness. They dressed casually; jeans, flannel
shirts and jogging shoes, since they both would dress formally for the
performance. Matt had planned to have breakfast treats on the RV for
everybody with coffee, tea or cocoa while they were traveling, so they
didn't eat at home.
The RV contained five captain's chairs, a table with a bench
on either side and a sofa. All seats were equipped with seat belts. The
original bed stayed in the rear, still available for a member who wasn't
feeling well. Otherwise, it was not to be used for casual lounging. Matt
claimed the table for himself, holding his briefcase and appropriate paper
work concerning the whole performance. Even though every part had been
well planned, Matt felt the need to check and recheck, aided by Hardy.
Hardy's most recent suggestion to Matt was that they should
claim the bedroom in the rear for themselves, or maybe rent it out to
couples for an hour or so. Matt just looked at Hardy with a gentle smile,
and a mild voice, "I don't think so, Wolfie." They grinned at each other,
then hugged, kissed fervently. Matt held Hardy against himself by his
buttocks, "Break a leg, hon," and they took the van and left for the music
building.
* * * * *
Milling around the Music Building and their motor home, each
of the Dukes exhibited unusual excitement, getting ready to board the motor
home and head for Columbus. They had performed a number of times before,
but this was the big time to them. In spite of that, they felt confident
with everything except the new routine which made them just a bit anxious.
BJ and LJ sat on the steps of the music building, close
together but not touching, and talked quietly, calmly and somewhat
detached. Rick and Jamal stood leaning against the building, not talking
either, just looking at the other and away, as if questioning then
affirming their relationship. Both were thinking of their revelations to
each other the previous day.
And there was Roger with no partner who noticed Christine was
in the same situation. He approached, "I guess we are on our own, Chris,
we'll just have to pair up, okay?"
Thoughts of their experience earlier in her parents basement
drifted through her mind, but she threw that off and said, "Yes, Rog, I
guess you are stuck, everyone else seems to be taken."
"I would say you are stuck, Chrissy." They held hands and
both laugh easily.
Matt hollered, "Okay, everyone, make sure you have everything
with you, I hope you remembered we are staying overnight and brought your
toothbrushes in those bags." Then he directed, "All Aboard!"
Matt was especially pleased with the number of instructors
and students who were on the front lawn to watch the Dukes and Duchess
leave for Otterbein College in Westerville. He was also pleased that his
work seemed to be coming to fulfillment on the talents, minds and strong
bodies of these talented students. He could hardly contain his pride. A
few of the teachers came over to Matt to shake his hand and wish them luck.
Even Karl Nordstrom and Sunshine came over with the usual 'break-a-leg'
quote. Handsome pair, Matt thought.
Dean McAllister showed up to tell everyone to knock 'em dead!
When he shook hands with Matt, he said, "Show the snobs down there how good
we are at Windsor."
Of course, Dr. Powers, head of the Music Department, did not
show. Probably, he was thinking up some more deviltry. Matt shuddered.
Each student grabbed a seat and buckled up while Matt and
Hardy did the same at the table. In total there were nine on board
including the driver; Jeff (Little) McGruder, Jeff (Big) O'Brien, Rick
Balsaam, Chris Griffith, Hardy Wolfe, Roger Adams, Jamal Woods and Director
Dr. Matt Ridgway.
Once the RV steadied out on I-475 and I-75 headed for
Findlay, he had Roger and Jamal break out the drinks and sweet rolls for
the whole group's breakfast. Probably forty-five minutes were taken up by
everyone feeding their face and becoming more relaxed.
Getting everyone's attention, Matt informed them, "Our host,
David Drumm, professor of bands at Otterbein, has arranged a place in the
Cowan Hall where he will have a reception for us after the concert, our
friends, relatives and others in the audience. Keep your white ties, tails
and slinky gowns on while we welcome our visitors."
"Hey," Chris challenged, "who else is wearing a slinky gown?"
She stood up, looking around threateningly, to spot the interloper. When
no one spoke or raised a hand, she nodded and said, "Okay, and let's keep
it that way."
The whole bus was rocking and rolling with the laughter from
the riders then. They settled down finally for the rest of the trip.
At one point Matt and Hardy took over the bedroom for a
private talk with Roger Adams.
Matt closed the door and asked softly, "Roger, are you happy
with what Hardy did for you?" He interjected, "Now, Rog, don't be
embarrassed, Hardy told me everything. Remember, Rog, he and I are equal
partners, trust each other and talk everything over."
Roger reddened, "Yes, Matt, I feel very privileged that Hardy
helped me." He looked up at Hardy, thankfully. "He showed me how my life
would be headed, and I am convinced and proud of what I am. Does that
answer your question?"
The two men were sitting on the bed, next to each other,
while Hardy stood, and Matt took one of Roger's hands in his two. Matt
smiled at Roger, "Yes, that does. Now I hope you don't think I am sticking
my nose in your business," he laughed, "but I am." This time Roger and
Hardy laughed with Matt, "If you don't mind, I would like to introduce you
to a young man I know who lives in Columbus and who will be at the concert
tonight. His name is Todd Fowler. Hardy knows him, too."
Roger's eyes widened when he realized who that might be. "Is
that Ms. Fowler's son?"
"That's right, Rog, I know I shouldn't try matchmaking, but I know him and
believe he would be a good friend to you." He paused, "I'd be pleased if
you would meet him and talk with him during the reception. Maybe he could
help you and Jamal clean up the stage area, putting away the instruments
and stuff. He lives with my brother and takes care of his boys as a full
time 'nanny'. However, when you get to see him, you will note that he is a
perfectly masculine man, just as you are, Roger Adams." He continued,
"Roger, the next bit is not for publication of any sort, but Todd might be
coming to Windsor to live, by summer probably."
"What does he ... ah ...uh ... er ...?"
Matt pulled from his pocket a photo of Todd Fowler, "You can
keep this, if you wish."
All Roger said was a soft, whispered, "Oh, man." He showed a
very big smile.
* * * * *
In a modest frame house in Westerville Blanche and Gerald
Ridgway again were reading that day's Columbus Dispatch. Gerald had seen
the notice about the Dukes of Windsor group performing at Otterbein College
in their city, but he tried to hide it. He didn't want Blanche demanding
to go to the concert. But, unfortunately she found that part of the paper
and noticed that Dr. Matthew Ridgway was directing a brass quintet from
Windsor College. She immediately insisted that they go that night. Gerald
as usual acceded to her demand.
* * * * *
The whole Dukes group was deposited at the campus center
about noon, just in time to have lunch. They were directed to a private
room for their meal, but most of the Dukes would rather have eaten in the
main room. However, they'd follow the original plans.
With their Motor Home parked next to the center, their name
on the sides caused a bit of a stir among passing students and motorists.
Matt sort of wished he'd had them dress up to travel, but soon realized
that they fit in this environment as well as anyone.
Before they finished eating, Dr. Drumm greeted them in their
private dining room. He was nowhere near as laid back as Dr. Ridgway the
party decided, and also nowhere near as cute. He passed out programs to
the Dukes so that they could see what they were like. He had produced a
fine looking introduction of the Dukes to the Columbus area with a handsome
picture of Dr. Ridgway inside the program and a closeup picture of the
Dukes on the back.
Matt and Dr. Drumm had decided a while back that there would
be no charge for their concert and the Dukes' expenses would be absorbed by
both colleges. With Matt's slush fund from Brian, he could reserve motel
rooms at his expense for the Dukes. After their lunch, Matt took the Dukes
to Cowan Hall to check out the acoustics, the facilities and dressing
rooms.
"Hey, Matt, are we going to practice now?" Roger hollered
across the room.
Dr. Drumm looked strangely at Matt, probably wondering about
the student addressing his teacher by his first name.
"Hey, numb nuts, wha' chu sayin'? Matt was trying to play
with Dr. Drumm's head. After a minute, Matt started laughing as did
everyone else around them.
It only took a second or two for David Drumm to realize he'd
been had. Then he laughed along with the others.
"Everybody," Matt announced, "we are going to the motel and
will be back here about 6 P.M. to warm up and so on. I'd suggest that you
rest until then but, hell, who ever listens to my suggestions.?"
Christine spoke up, "Now, Dr. Ridgway, you know we follow
your every whim ... ha .... ha .. " She couldn't hold the poker face and
started laughing, which everyone else joined.
Matt took huff, sniff a few times and yelled, "All aboard."
He looked around, but no one had moved. "Well, I'm leaving. Bye." He
winked at David Drumm and walked to the RV.
* * * * *
At the Cross Country Inn on State Street near I-270 in
Westerville Matt gave the Dukes their room keys. LJ and BJ were together,
Rick and Jamal together, Hardy and Matt together and Christine with a
separate room and so did Roger. He didn't want to put more than two Dukes
in one room, and since Christine needs a room of her own, Roger would have
a room of his own.
Matt had talked to Steve about his idea for Roger and Todd,
wondering if Steve could work it out for Todd to stay over at the motel
with the Dukes, assuming that Todd and Roger click. They had everything
worked out if Todd wanted to stay.
* * * * *
That night at 7:00 the Dukes were dressing and Matt was in a
position to see the people coming in without anyone seeing him. The
numbers flowing through the gate were impressive and Matt was pleased until
he realized he was looking at his parents going by, his mother's mean face
set in a glowering frown. He thought that didn't bode well for the night.
The next ones he saw were Ted Anthony and an older man, maybe 60, but
husky, handsome and hard. 'That must be Ted's grandfather. Wow, he is
hot. They came all this way.' He stayed until he saw Steve, Gary, Marty,
Todd and the boys and Anne come in. He was surprised to see that Brian and
Congressman Mike Keith were in the party with Steve and gang. Someone got
them all together, I wonder who? Probably Brian, he thought. He was a
'take charge' type man. Then his heart settled down and he walked back to
the stage and his Dukes and Duchess wonders.
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.