Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 14:50:47 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-22
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 Twenty-Two
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Sunday, while the Dukes were traveling from River City to
Windsor, Karl Nordstrom was also heading home to Windsor. He had driven
quite a distance that day so that his odometer would show enough miles as
if he'd driven to Cincinnati, and back to Windsor on that trip. Cincinnati
was where he had told Sunshine he would be demonstrating his String Method
Course. He took a side trip on the way home off the turnpike at Toledo and
south to Bowling Green and Defiance and north to Windsor. 'That should be
close enough,' he thought. He had also stopped in Bryan at his storage
unit to deposit his equipment in it and locked up again.
As he pulled into his driveway, he saw Sunshine reading on
the screened porch in the late afternoon sunlight, and he couldn't miss the
smile of happiness on his face when he saw Karl drive up toward the house.
Sunshine stood and waited patiently for Karl to come onto the
porch beside him. One hand cupped his genitals while the other reached to
tweak a nipple or two. He watched closely as Karl opened the screen door
and walked up to his lover. His eyes quickly detected a huge bulge in
Karl's pants so he knew where Karl's mind was. He smiled more broadly,
showing every tooth in his mouth. In their position the two men could not
be seen from any distance so they felt free to indulge. Arms around each
other, lips plastered to lips, the lovers hugged self to self, body to body
and soul to soul, drinking in aromas and tastes.
However, Sunshine was totally naked. Karl was surprised that
Sunshine was waiting for him in the nude, "Sunny Boy, what would you have
done it someone had come onto the porch?"
Sunshine grinned broadly, "I'd have greeted them wearing my
smile, holding my book in the appropriate place in front of my body." He
tittered, "I don't like to show my navel."
Sunshine reached to Karl's waist to unbutton and unzip his
pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Sun actually gave an 'oh' when he
immediately felt Karl's heavy cudgel fall to his hand. Karl rarely left
his underwear at home, normally wanting to be covered there for cleanliness
and a feeling of security.
Karl in turn was a little surprised that Sunny had nothing
on, but that was not too unusual. When Sunny had to wear underwear, he
wore a thong, that intimate apparel with a small triangle of cloth to hold
his genitals, but very thin strings around his waist and between his
buttocks.
Sunny's horny lover was naked all over, too, they were
cupping each other's buttocks and slipping fingers between the cheeks into
the valley of warm, moist darkness. The two naked men stood, face to face,
massaging shoulders, back and buttocks, arousing passions in their adored
ones, kissing desperately, sucking lips and tongues while pressing their
abdomens together with hot, hard cocks wedged in between.
Sunny knew for sure just what Karl wanted more than anything.
He turned to present his back to Karl as he bent over a round, white
luncheon table, wanting to give his most intimate sanctum to his lover, to
receive his lover's offering into his inner shrine.
Karl in his wisdom knew that Sunny would have greased his
hole well before reading on the porch, possibly even sticking a butt plug
into his anus. As Sun bent way over, Karl saw there was no butt plug, but
from the redness around his asshole, knew he had worn one most of the time
that Karl had been gone.
"Sunny, I've missed you so much, I thought of you all the
time." He snickered, "I have to admit, hon, that I had to jerk off last
night in order to get any sleep at all." Placing one hand on Sunny's
shoulder, Karl grabbed his rigid, pounding cock with his other hand to aim
it at Sunny's rear hole, winking at him. He pulled at Sunny's shoulder to
tug his body toward his crotch.
The cock head pushed against the pursed lips of his asshole,
gradually forcing his way inside, spreading the muscle and soft flesh.
Karl could feel Sunny's sphincter holding tight, then, with a suddenness,
opened to admit his cock directly into his bodily orifice. Karl still took
it slowly, not rushing to split his lover open, just firmly enough to feel
the warmth, the moistness of the rectum he was entering. Karl shoved his
hips forward until he had touched bottom inside Sunny, his pubes pressed to
his buttocks and their ball sacks swinging together at times.
Both men were aroused by the utmost eroticism of having sex
outdoors where they could be spotted if anyone came close enough.
Actually, neither one knew that Marty Stuart, Gary Stuart's sister and
Karl's good friend on the music faculty of Windsor College, had come quite
close before she backed out of their driveway, smiling and just a little
embarrassed.
If the truth were known, neither Karl nor Sunny would be put
out if she came in and watched. They knew she would appreciate their
intense sexual actions and responses, since she had been told by her
brother about his sex with Steve Ridgway. She could remember that and feel
inwardly their pleasure and excitement.
Karl leaned over onto Sunny's back, pressing his chest
against it while wrapping his arms around Sunny's chest, cupping his
breasts, flicking his nipple with his thumb. He nuzzled his face into
Sunny's neck and shoulder, nipping with his lips at his love's soft skin.
Sunny was not skinny, but thin and a bit angular, but had hard muscles
under his soft skin, just not developed to the extent of Karl's.
Karl's left hand slid down to find Sunny's long, thin cock,
aroused with the pressure of Karl's cock in his rectum. He occasionally
found Sunny's prostate, pushing electric shocks into his nervous system to
excite those receptors of his libido.
Karl started pumping Sunny's drooling, deep swollen head,
dark red and covered with precum. He also ran his thumb over the tip
opening, spreading the precum all around the head, under the flange,
testing the exquisitely sensitive skin below the glans split. Sunny's body
was shaking, shivering with the seduction from Karl of his ecstacy and a
sudden, intense feeling throughout his body mass.
Now Karl was pumping Sun's cock and his own cock in Sunny's
ass in the same rhythm, harder and fast as they were aroused near the
cumming point. Each moaned together with the motions of his hands and
thrusting groin, pounding both Karl was at the point of no return as was
Sunny.
Karl took Sunny's right ear in his teeth, very carefully
because once he drew blood and that was a mess to try to explain to the
doctor in emergency. Karl knew he had figured it out, but didn't chide
them, only said that a human's bite is more septic than any animal's bite.
Suddenly, Sunny stood up straight, Karl's cock still in his
ass, and yelled "Lov-er, I'm cumming." And he did, spraying his semen in
four or five spurts over the luncheon table while Karl kept pounding his
lover's hot rod as it pulsed and contracted, forcing his love out.
Karl pushed him back down so he could get a better move into
his hole, where very soon he groaned, panted and gave a few sharp stabs
into Karl's now relaxed asshole, filling his rectum with his hot,
sperm-laden semen, almost flowing, not spurting.
When he recovered, Karl stood up again pulling Sunny up with
him, "Babe, that was the greatest, I love this outdoor exercise, how about
you?"
"Karl, love, I'll fuck you and you can fuck me anywhere you
want. Outdoors is fine." He started to tighten and loosen his anus,
hoping to arouse his lover again.
Karl kept his body tight against Sunny's bottom, hoping he
could do it. He began tiny punches at Sunny's hole, gradually getting
bigger until his huge cock was back in prime condition. "Oh, babe, I've
got it again, tighten up as much as you can."
The older man pulled Sunny back with him to a chair into
which he sat, keeping his cock inside Sunny. His hands were busy,
massaging Sunny's chest, pecs and abdomen as Karl's body humped his cock
again and again up between Sunny's buttocks.
This time Karl gave a mighty roar, his lion mating call, when
he again unload into Sunny's bottom, almost as much as before. As he
relaxed, the more tired he became, yet pulling hard and harder to keep his
cock up Sunny.
"Babe, I want to stay where I am. Help me, please. "
Sunny tried to tighten again to hold Karl in, but this time
he forced Karl's cock out, dropping it between his legs. Sunny's anus was
wide open, the lips far apart as all Karl's babies dropped out onto the
floor. He drained a while as Karl recovered, reviving his strength.
Karl stood up with difficulty, but then bent to put one arm
under Sunny's knees and one under his shoulders to carry his lover upstairs
to their Jacuzzi for a warm recovery.
Sunshine had enjoyed their sexual excitement so much,
especially the thrill of being outdoors and in a bit of danger of being
discovered in an embarrassing position. He loved Karl dearly and knew that
affection was returned by Karl. But Sunshine was disturbed by Karl's
weekend activities, which Karl had explained, but he had the feeling there
was more to his time away. He felt uneasy for some unknown reason. Sunny
knew that Karl hadn't gone to Cincinnati, but didn't know what he had done
in River City.
* * * * *
* * * * *
On the way home to the Dukes Ranch that afternoon, Hardy and
Matt stopped to see Neil and Lee. It was mostly a 'get well' call, hoping
he recovered very soon, they needed him back in his regular seat in band.
"I miss those wonderful low tones you get on your instrument,
Lee, so get back as soon as you can." Matt sat beside Lee on the couch.
He gave a signal and Hardy took Neil outside to look at the back yard. He
took Lee's hand in his, "Lee, we are very concerned about you and don't
want you to be in any more trouble. Do you understand that we have your
welfare in our thoughts?"
Lee considered pulling his hand away from Matt, but quickly
decided he liked it there. "Yes, Dr. Matt, I understand. I assume Neil
has told you what has happened to me."
"Yes, Lee, and it goes no farther than us, believe me." He
looked into Lee's dark eyes, apologizing ahead of time, "Lee, I would like
to bring someone to talk to you about Butch, now wait, Lee, please listen."
Lee had started to object. "There are many things about Butch that you
need to know. Would you listen to Rick Balsaam? Please? You know him and
I assume would like him. Neither he or I have any hidden agenda, Lee, I
just want you to recover." He gripped both of Lee's hands in his own and
was pleased to see Lee relax and finally nod his head 'yes'.
"Thank you. I'll call you when Rick can get free to stop
in."
* * * * *
The Windsor Gazette came out on Monday with a small article
toward the back of the first section which just noted that a bus driver had
been shot near the Downtown Motel in River City. The name of the victim
was not available at press time, nor was there any information about the
killer. The River City Police Homicide division under the leadership of
Captain Nils Berger was investigating. The other section of the paper,
classified ads and comics, carried no further news as such.
None of the Dukes spread any other information to their
friends or anywhere, so that small article contained all the facts that
Windsor City would know.
Matt had called a friend in Columbus who said that the
morning paper had not printed any further information. He was pleased and
hoped that the story would die. His Dukes of Windsor did not deserve any
unfortunate, coincidental press about the group.
* * * * *
An old man, bent, slovenly and poorly dressed, was pleased
with his appearance. It was his disguise as he worked in his pawn shop,
"Money for Goods", so that no one would recognize him outside of this shop.
To Julius Gold it was important he be unrecognizable to some of his
clients, especially in his moonlighting business. The pawn shop was
profitable, but not nearly in the amounts he amassed from his outside work.
His shop was located in downtown Columbus, on South Fourth
Street near German Village where his customers had easy access to his
obvious store front, highlighting the three brass balls over the door. He
had never been robbed, nor had anyone even tried since they knew the he was
'connected'. Stealing from Julius Gold would be tantamount to shooting
one's self in the head.
His old 'dial' type phone rang, insistently, persistently
while he crept to pick it up. He wore a hidden brace on his shoulders which
didn't allow him to straighten up. His hand reached the receiver, picked it
up and put it to his ear. Some days after being bent over all day, he had a
hard time straightening up.
"Hello?" A feminine voice spoke irritatedly.
"Goldie, here."
"Mr. Goldie, I was told to tell you this is Miz White."
"No, no, not Mr. Goldie, just Goldie," he hesitated, "you got
that?"
"Yes, yes," she said, impatiently, "I understand. I want to
talk to you about a ......"
He yelled, "Not on the phone, you ignorant woman, not on the
phone. You better have plenty of money because you are going to get
charged double."
"That's no problem, I got plenty of money."
"That's good. Now, did you get that post office box my
partner told you about?"
"Sure, it's ....."
"Shut up, damn it, not on the phone!" he yelled, "you damn
nebbish. This is getting more and more expensive. Now just listen!" He
continued rapidly, "You get a $5000 Wells Fargo check made out to cash.
Send it to your Post Office Box within a week, no later. You have already
been okayed by my partner, but we are very, very careful. You know?"
"I guess you would have to be careful. I want that, too."
"Okay, now, this whole thing will take quite a while. I
can't rush it. Rushing causes trouble." He waited, "You are never to call
this number again. EVER! You will be contacted through the Post Office
Box and that's it."
He put the receiver down, hearing her voice jabbering away
until it was cut off.
Julius Gold had a good partner in Maxie Gold, his younger
brother who worked at the downtown main post office. His actual job had
him sorting mail into the postal boxes from the behind the scenes aisles in
back the boxes. He had learned how to pilfer mail from boxes, but only
practiced on so-called junk mail. At times when their 'business' demanded,
he had 'lifted' mail from their client's mail boxes. Actually, he had
worked out a system whereby he never even put the mail in the box. The
postal service had some clever postal inspectors who were devious and
sneaky, but Maxie had so far been able to keep ahead of them. The overhead
cameras didn't bother Maxie, he could dodge them easily enough.
Maxie would watch Miz White's box, aware that a check would
be arriving soon and he'd have to get it. Maxie had a system that was
foolproof and he could be searched when leaving work at the end of his
shift without a problem. None of the items he had stolen were ever
discovered. He wouldn't even tell Goldie how it worked.
Maxie and Goldie split a sum paid by the client which was
equal to the sum the hit man would receive and they earned every bit of it.
Setting up a hit without the wrong persons learning the details was
difficult, but not impossible, fortunately for them. Maxie and Goldie
rarely met, except for family get togethers.
Goldie employed a private investigator to check the
background of the prospective client, especially to find out how that
person learned of Goldie's name and location. Miz White had found Goldie's
ad in Mercenary magazine, called the number given and contacted Goldie's
cut-out, another contact, Les Warlock. Goldie and Les had never met, if
fact neither knew the other's real name or location. Goldie paid Les well
for his help. Well, he'd see what he could do for Miz White. Les had no
difficulty finding her name, address since she had given him her phone
number.
* * * * *
Lee slowly rose from the couch, walked to the door of Neil's
house to answer the bell since Neil had left to teach a class of shrieking
reed players. He introduced Rick Balsaam into the house, tapping their
fists in rhythm as a welcome. Lee smiled at Rick, put his arm around his
shoulder as he led them into the living room, then both sitting on the
couch at either end.
"How ya doin', Lee, feelin' better?"
"Yeah, Rick, much better, they took the stitches out so it
doesn't itch so much anymore."
Rick nodded, settling into the softness of the couch.
"Dr. Matt wanted me to tell you about Butch, Lee, but I don't
want to upset you."
"It's okay, Rick, he talked to me and I agreed to hear what
you'd have to say."
Rick started to tell Lee just what he had told Dr. Matt about
Butch.
"Don't you remember, Lee, that Butch was the equipment
manager for football, basketball and baseball? He ran that equipment room
as his personal empire. He lived there, had a closet full of his clothes
and a cot to sleep on, I guess when he didn't sleep at your house."
Lee was disheartened, "I didn't know that, Rick, I just
thought he stayed at his home."
"Well, his parents wouldn't put up with him any more, Lee,
they kicked him out." He thought for a moment, "Lee, do you remember that
big cook in the high school cafeteria kitchen, the Italian one, big tits
and ass?"
Lee laughed, "Yes, I remember her, she used to tease all the
guys, wondering it they could get it up for her." He thought back, "Once,
I had a full tray in my hands and she reached to my crotch and played with
my dick. Damn near dropped the tray." He giggled guiltily.
"Well," Rick started, "Butch had her under his thumb. She
loved Butch's big cock and he fucked her almost every day, sometimes two or
three times. He would get her in his equipment room, pull her skirt up,
drop his pants and shoved his hot, hard cock in her cunt as he pushed her
back over. I watched them, him humping her ass hard, she was grabbing his
buttocks to pull him harder into her. That woman would bring him food all
the time, he never lacked for it or ever got hungry.
"Lee, do you remember when a bunch of us got into trouble on
the last day of school our junior year?"
"Yeah, Rick, I do remember, but never heard what happened."
"Fortunately, nothing did happen to us. Got away clean. We
were in the equipment room and Butch wanted us to do a fuckin' train, so
Butch bent over, dropped his pants and shorts as everyone did, then Davy
stuck his cock in Butch's ass, Brian started fuckin' Davy, Eric rammed his
cock up Brian's asshole and I did the same to Eric. We was goin' to town,
everybody fucking when one of the coaches heard the noise and used his key
to get in. It was funny, we broke apart and there's five guys with their
cock hanging out, dripping pre-cum and some cum, too. "
Lee was quiet then, "Rick, did you fuck Butch?"
"Yeah, Lee, almost everyday for a year and a half, he said he
needed my cock. He said he had a "personal trainer" who taught him stuff,
but he was a "nigger" and he didn't want a "nigger" cock up his ass. But I
wasn't the only one fucking him, at least 5 or 6 others did a lot too. I'm
sorry, Lee, I know you were trying to help him, but he didn't want it. He
said that often enough."
Tears were pouring down Lee's cheeks as he tried to speak.
"My friend, us guys were thankful for you, you got him
cleaned up so he didn't smell bad. He had a great body. None of us minded
fucking him, Lee, and he appreciated it." He waited, then said, "Lee, I'm
sorry, but your friends thought you needed to know the real Jerry Butcher."
Lee was sobbing, looking so depressed and abandoned. Rick
moved over next to Lee, wrapped his arms around the young black,
whispering, "Lee, your friends don't want you hurt by Butch any more. You
have tried as hard as anybody could, Lee, you are not a failure, man, he is
because he couldn't or wouldn't use what you gave him."
The two young men held each other, lying on the couch coupled
together until Neil came home about noon. He entered the house and tried
to be quiet, but they heard him and awoke with red faces.
"Don't get up, guys, I'll just fix some lunch for us."
Rick and Lee straightened their clothing, smiling at each
other. They held each other, just friendly as they got to know each other.
But mostly Rick consoling Lee.
Lee whispered, "Rick, I know you are a couple with Jamal,
he's so hot." He laughed,"But I thank you so much for helping me, and I
hope we can be friends." He snickered, "I won't even try to steal you." A
quick touch of his lips on Rick's cheek and they released each other. Rick
turned to look at the kitchen where Neil was cooking and jerked his head
toward him and smiled.
Lee blushed, bashfully lowered his head, smiled then nodded
assuredly.
* * * * *
Rick left them after lunch, shaking Neil's hand and a hug for
Lee. "Chill out, man, we're your friends and we'll help you."
Neil and Lee watched Rick leave, then looked at each other.
"Thanks for the lunch, Neil, that was nice." He smiled, "Are your classes
over?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, Lee, was there something you
wanted to do?" He gave Lee a vey wicked smile and a big wink.
Lee blushed, then stuttered, "Ah, Neil, ah .. ah .. I could
use a nap and thought maybe you'd like to take one with me."
"That's the best invitation I've had today, Lee, I'd be
delighted. Let's go, I'll bet you can make it up the stairs today." Neil
took Lee's hand, pulling him along to his bedroom. 'I'm glad I made my bed
today,' he thought. He didn't check with Lee, but immediately undressed to
his boxers and pulled down the covers.
Lee was a bit shocked at Neil's strip, but decided to follow
his lead. He noticed that Neil watched closely when his slipped off his
shirt, then dropped his jeans and shed his trainers and socks.
Neil also noticed that Lee's light brown body definitely had
a rosy tinge, all the slim muscles intricately defined. He smiled at Lee's
embarrassment and slid into the bed beside him. The two young men were on
their backs, stretched out beside each other but not touching.
Lee turned his head to see Neil's face. "Neil, I can't thank
you enough for everything; getting me to the hospital, coming to see me
every day and taking me into your home." He smiled and asked, "What can I
do for you?"
Neil just smiled.
"Uh-oh," Lee smiled and said, "I think I left myself wide
open."
Neil got on his left side, his left arm resting on the elbow
and the hand holding up his head as he stared at Lee, obviously ogling
Lee's body including the bulge in his boxer briefs. He gazed at Lee from
handsome face to slim, proportioned legs, lightly covered with dark hair.
He was having a difficult time resisting the urge to touch Lee.
Lee had a good idea of what was in Neil's mind. His right
hand took Neil's right hand in his, his thumb rubbing the soft skin on the
back of Neil's hand. Lee looked into Neil's eyes, looking for the honesty
he knew was there. "Neil, I'm so grateful to you for all you've done for
me. I was as low as I've ever been, but you and Rick and Matt have helped
so much, I feel I can go on living my life." He raised his left hand and
caressed Neil's hair, smoothing it on his head. "I do like you very much,
but I don't want to think about anything more for a while. I'd like to get
back to my life." He grinned affectionately, "If you could put me up, I'd
like to stay here. Would that bother you too much?"
'Would it? I'll have a rock hardon all the time,' he thought,
yet smiled. "No, Lee, I think I can control myself even if you were
running around my house naked all the time. Try me, try me." Neil laughed
loudly, laughing at himself and enjoying having Lee nearby.
Lee looked sad, but spoke up, "Neil, if you won't lose
control, I'd like it very much if you would hold me, I need some support
right now." Neil realized that Lee's eyes were dripping tears, he was
quietly crying, desperate for human warmth and strength. "Please." He
croaked, then cleared his throat. "I believe you have saved my life, Neil."
Neil rolled toward Lee, pulling his body to his so they could
nestle together, giving comfort and solace to his friend, hopefully to be a
dear lover before long.
Lee's stomach was churning unpleasant thoughts about Butch,
hoping he wouldn't try to find him again. He would have to be careful.
* * * * *
Matthew B. (for Bunker) Ridgway, Ph.D, 28years old, and in
love with a man younger than himself, was sitting in his office in his
beloved farmhouse, part of the Dukes Ranch near Windsor, Ohio, daydreaming
about Hardy. He was immediately hard because he envisioned Hardy as he
came to him for their first sex in his former house right in Windsor. Matt
had hardly put down roots in the college and city when he met Hardy in his
graduate seminar and fell into a cyclone of love with the young blond of
whom he knew nothing.
"Matt." A voice from the doorway call, but Matt was too
involved in recalling that....
"Matt," a bit louder this time.
Todd was embarrassed because he noticed that Matt was playing
with his cock, hard as a rock, inside his light shorts.
"Matt!" Matt turned toward the door, saw Todd, turned red
all over, and pulled his hand away from his crotch. He started to say
something but forgot what it was. His mind began working and he knew there
was no way out of this dilemma. So he started to laugh.
"Toddy, come in and shut the door, please. Take a seat." He
continued to laugh. "I guess there is no way to hide what I was doing, is
there?"
Todd was still a bit blushed, but he smiled, "Ah, no, Matt,
no way. My god, Matt, how big is that thing?" Todd's eyes actually bugged
out as his lids opened to show his entire eyeballs.
Again, Matt laughed, a little unsure of what he should do.
Without saying anything, he stood up, pushed his shorts down to his thighs,
showing his full strength cock in all its glorious eight inches. "This is
it, Todd. Why hide it?" He snickered, "I don't mind showing it."
Todd was staring at the huge, stone hard cock, dark with a
bright purple-red head. "How long is it?"
"It's about eight inches."
Todd sat back in his chair and Matt let his shorts cover his
prick again.
Smiling broadly, "I liked it, Matt." He looked down at his
crotch, and giggled, "It looks like junior liked it, too." The bulge in
his crotch had swelled way out of normal. "What I wonder is how the hell
Hardy can take the thing?"
Matt sat down, "He's gotten used to it." He changed the
subject, not wanting to get into that. "What brought you to me today,
Todd? You had a question?"
"Yes, Matt, you completely put it out of my head, you made me
feel so good. Like a real friend." His good humor died and his smiles
disappeared. "Roger has been getting on my butt, no, not literally, about
what I said on the bus coming back from River City. He said I embarrassed
him in front of everybody. He said I was a guest on the bus and should
have had better manners." Todd was really disturbed by Roger.
Matt combed his memory, but couldn't remember anything Todd
had said. "Has he been mean to you?"
"No, not really, just not as nice."
"Todd, you'll have to remind me, I don't remember anything
you said that was out of line. And by the way I consider you a very good
friend, remember that, okay?" He tousled Todd's black hair, then realized
it already was tousled, like an unmade bed.
"Sure, Matt, thanks. It was when Jamal was asking all the
guys whose boxers they were. I said that they couldn't be mine because I
hadn't worn any underwear. Roger thought I shouldn't have said that."
"I hadn't remembered that, Todd, but it certainly wasn't
something anyone paid attention to. I'm afraid he over reacted." He
thought a moment, "Todd, just let it go for now, and when I get a chance, I
won't tell him you came to me, but I will find out why there's a burr up
his ass."
Todd stood up, feeling better, "Thanks, Matt, I'm glad you
are my friend."
Matt approached a sore subject, "Have you seen your mother,
Todd, at all?"
Todd looked at the floor, trying to control his grief.
"Matt, I told her when I saw her last that I would see her when she called
to tell me she would accept me as her son as I am, not how she wanted me to
be. She hasn't called."
"I'm sorry, Todd, very sorry." He stood in front of the
younger man and put his hands on Todd's shoulders, gripping him, "I would
talk to her if you think it would help?"
"Thanks, Matt, but I wish you wouldn't. She has to see her
own way to accepting me."
Matt could see the tears in his eyes, his face flushed with
emotion, "Okay, Todd."
Since Todd was a little taller than Matt, when Matt hugged
him, he felt Matt's still-hard cock pressing against his own erection. He
hated to let go, but knew he'd better before it went too far.
* * * * *
After Todd left, Steve walked into their office. He laughed,
"Was there a problem with Todd?"
"Yes, he and Roger have been having a little tiff. Todd said
something on the Dukes bus which irked Roger so he's been hard on the boy.
I'll have to figure out how to chastise him without seeming to."
"Was that a reason to show him the "family jewels?"
Matt blushed, "Oh, you heard that." He sat and pointed to the
other chair. "Actually, Steve, when he walked in I was day dreaming about
Hardy and my cock was as hard as it gets. So I was ... ah ... sort of
playing with it."
"Ah ha," he said, "the plot thickens." He giggled, "And
stretches out."
"Yeah, make a joke. There was no way I could hide what I was
doing, and then he asked how big it was. So, I showed him." He snickered,
"And I think I impressed him. But I didn't tell him your cock was an exact
copy."
"Okay, you've convinced me. " He changed the subject, "Oh,
Gary's investigators called yesterday before you got home and I forgot.
All the fingerprints they found in my house belonged to you, me, Todd and
Gary, Anne plus the little boys. No strange ones."
"She must have worn gloves."
"Probably, there were a lot of smudges around the place,
mainly in my office where our stuff was kept." He thought a moment, "Oh,
and they have been looking for the money trail, and again have found
nothing yet. What the hell did they do with their money? They must have
access to it or they wouldn't have money to live on. Wasn't their only
income the interest on Dad's lump sum investments?"
"I thought so." Matt also was puzzled by the
problem. "Steve, they must have found a way to hide it and yet get to it as
they need it. Something we just haven't thought about."
Steve grunted, "I don't suppose a coffee can in the back
yard?" Not being serious.
"I guess, Steve, we'll have to wait for the investigators to
find something.
The ranch phone rang and Steve picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hi, Steve, this is Brian."
"Hi, Brian, now why do I know you want to talk to Matt?"
"Just because, Steve, you are a mystic and Paphian God."
Steve handed the phone to Matt, trying to remember what Brian
had said, to ask Matt later. His PhD brother should know that.
"Hi, Brian, how come you are still up, not in bed?"
Brian moaned, "Oh, I'm feeling sorry for myself. Mike is
still in Washington, I was hoping he'd be back sometime this week, but it
isn't going to happen."
"Have you found out anything about Louie's murder?"
"I don't care, I'm horny!!" He started laughing maniacally.
Matt tried to calm him down, thinking he was just playing.
"Come on, Brian, remember I told you we have a room for you anytime. Come
see us and I'll make sure you are taken care of."
Brian was sniffing which Matt thought was a cold. However,
when Brian spoke, Matt knew he was really disturbed. "Ah ... ah ... Matt,
I really do need to see you. Could I come?"
"Brian, you are welcome to come here anytime, but you have a
lot of close friends there in River City, couldn't they help?" Matt was
beginning to be a little worried about Brian.
"Not really, Matt. They are too close to me." He sighed
deeply, "Could I come now?"
Steve had been listening, "Brian, get you ass over here. Get
your helicopter in the air, jump in and come to the ranch. Okay?"
Brian brightened hearing Steve's invitation, "Yeah, man, I'll
do it. And," he emphasized, "I have a big surprise to show you." He
checked the time,"It's about five p.m. now, I'll be there in an hour. I
got a new helicopter, twice as fast as the last one."
"Super, Brian, we can wait on supper until you get here.
Watch out for construction stuff around the ranch, our outdoor/indoor
swimming pool is almost finished. Have your pilot set down west of the
former dairy barn, now Steve's studio."
"That's okay, Matt, if Steve will take me on a tour."
Steve butted in, "Any time you want, Brian."
"Good, man, I'll see you guys about six p.m. Take care."
"Bye."
Steve bugged Matt, "What was he talking about, Matty, when he
said Paphian God? What is that? Do you know?"
Matt looked up from his work, "I don't know Steve, look in
the dictionary there." He pointed to the huge volume on the table in the
corner.
Pages flew from side to side of the giant tome as Steve
searched, and finally found his goal. "Matt, it says that Paphian means
'of or pertaining to love, esp., illicit sexual love, erotic, wanton.'
That sounds good, doesn't it?"
Steve's brother looked at him, adoringly, and smiled, "Yes,
Stevie, that sounds just like you to me." He chuckled, "I'd take a Paphian
God any day."
Steve bent over Matt, kissed him on the lips, hard, and
whispered, "And that's my lover brother, right?"
"You bet." He slid his hand between Steve's legs to search
under Steve's shorts. "Aha,"
* * * * *
Matt called Ted Anthony, wondering if he wanted to come to
dinner, and maybe demonstrate his barbecuing skills for some guests.
"Matt, I'd love to, you know that. What time should I start?'
"Just as soon as you can get here. I called Sheppler's
Meats, they'll send 25 pounds of his best ribs along with our favorite
sauce. And they are already cooked, just need heating up."
Ted sounded excited, he hadn't been at the old farm house in
a week or two. "Okay, Matt, how about you have Steve light the big grill, I
showed him how to do that the last barbecue."
"Hey, man, that's real fine, see you soon. And why don't you
plan to stay overnight 'cause I think you will want to." Matt smiled,
"Don't try to guess, young man, I'll tell you when I'm ready." He giggled,
thinking, 'That young man might get the thrill of his short life.'
Matt could tell Ted's mind was in a sexual overdrive trying
to envision a scenario that Matt might be planning.
"Okay, Matt, I'll take your suggestion and bring a toothbrush
with me. See you."
"Ted," Matt remembered, "I've forgotten to ask how your grampa is? Did
his get a diagnosis."
Ted smiled broadly, "Yes, I forget what they called it, but I guess it
was pernicious anemia. It wasn't cancer, and will be healed. I thank you
so much" He laughed, "I'll really thank you when I next see you."
"Okay, I'll wait for that, Teddy."
* * * * *
After five more telephone calls, Matt had invited Neil Jordan
and Lee Washington, Marty Stuart, .Karl Nordstrom and Sunshine Moore, plus
all the residents at the Dukes Ranch to the barbecue. That would assemble
a group of sixteen or so friends, convivial and sociable, who would enjoy
each other and themselves.
Most of those men and women were soon busy setting up the
tables and chairs, augmenting the menu by chopping up relishes for the
tables and Anne taking on the task of making a few tons of macaroni salad,
when a soft whirring roar was heard overhead, sounding like no other
chopper in the world. When the gathering saw the chopper above the farm,
they couldn't believe one of them could be so quiet, yet so large.
The helicopter moved to hover behind the dairy barn, then
slowly and gradually lowered itself to the ground, being hidden by the
barn. It took only a few minutes and Brian Whitlow appeared walking around
the barn, carrying a small case in one hand plus a large round tray in the
other.
Matt walked to meet Brian partway, grabbing the tray and
wrapping an arm around Brian's shoulders. He was startled when the chopper
rose almost silently above the barn, then flitted toward east central Ohio
where River City was located. In a few seconds it was gone.
"Brian, you have some sort of secret engine in that thing to
make it go so fast. Choppers are not known to be particularly fast,
especially so quietly."
As they walked, Brian leaned over to plant a quick kiss on
Matt's cheek, "Matty, all I can tell you is that it is not an internal
combustion or jet engine." He giggled, "They won't even tell me what it is
all about, and I've invested a bunch of money in the research and
development." He smiled at Hardy who was rapidly approaching the two
men. "I'll tell you later, Matt."
Brian shifted his bag to his left hand and held out the right
toward Hardy who grabbed it with his strong hand. He grabbed Brian's bag
from his left hand, "Brian, so good to see you and very glad you could make
it, today." He clapped Brian on his back, feeling the solid, developed
muscles he found there, then explained, "I'm going to put your bag in the
spare room, first on the right at the top of the stairs. It comes with a
private bath, so you'll have all the comforts of home."
"Yeah, thanks," he smiled at Hardy, "but I'm going to miss
having a bedmate."
Hardy gave Brian a wink and sly grin, "We'll see what we can
do about that." He dashed off to the house to deliver Brian's bag.
Matt led Brian around the gathered guests to introduce him to
those he didn't know. He never gave Brian's last name, and ignored any
questions from the guests as Brian would do.
"Brian, this is Marty Stuart, one of our instructors in the
music department. Her brother is Gary Stuart, over there by the barbecue,
he's our lawyer and Steve's partner."
Having introduced them, Matt took Brian's offering, a tray
with at least 10 pounds of shrimp with accompanying sauce, spread in neat
circles around the circular tray and set it on the serving table. 'That
should draw a crowd very soon,' he thought.
Next, Matt walked to check with Ted about the ribs and the
grill. He talked a while with Ted and Steve, then called to Brian.
"Hey, Brian, over here for a minute, please."
Brian excused himself from Marty's company and approached
Matt, Steve and a young man, shorter than most of them, but cute as hell.
He couldn't help smiling as he neared them.
Matt spoke, "Brian, this young man is the owner of this whole
farm, and he sold us the house and about 30 acres around it. He and his
grandfather run the place and keep it in good shape."
Brian curled his fingers around Ted's hand and his thumb,
"Hi, Ted, pleased to meet you, this is a beautiful place here. I'm just a
city boy at heart and grew up there, but I can still appreciate a fine
looking farm. I can tell you've worked hard to keep it under control."
Ted blushed at Brian's compliments, but enjoyed the
approbation from this handsome, hunky blond, so poised and seemingly in
control. His eyes had taken in Brian's body as he walked toward them,
obviously seeing a well developed athletic physique, especially one with a
solid basket at the joining of his legs. He smiled at Brian, thinking,
'Oh, man, would I ever love to get it on with you. But I know you'd never
get hot with me.'
"Thank you, Brian, we do work hard, but enjoy the labor
because it is so rewarding and satisfying."
"I better circulate, Ted, meet some more people and I'll talk
to you later."
"Glad to have met you, Brian, see you." He turned back to
tend the ribs while Brian walked off. Neither had seen Matt's scheming
smile turn into one of triumph before he also left to call everyone to the
tables and heaps of wonderful food. Hardy helped to direct traffic.
The scavengers immediately descended on the ribs, salad,
rolls, relishes, chips, shrimp and drinks available. Everyone was well fed
and filled with a companionable and convivial feeling of fellowship,
friendliness. When the sun eventually descended beyond the far forest and
the air chilled a bit, the guests trickled away, down the drive to Route 15
and back to Windsor. By that time all the party paraphernalia had been
cleaned up and the residents of Dukes Ranch were inside the house, warming
up.
Matt furnished after dinner drinks for those who wanted one.
In an hour or so, Brian asked Matt where he had a large table which would
hold some plans he brought with him.
"Follow me, Brian, my office upstairs will have what you
need."
The two men climbed the stairs side by side, eleven years
apart in age, but much closer in determination and drive. There was
admiration and mutual respect between them along with a goodly amount of
affection, maybe even love. After reaching Matt's office, Matt cleared his
drawing table for Brian who spread out a white mess of what used to be
called blueprints on it. The older man looked on with great interest, not
sure just what this was all about.
"Matt, your old buddies, the Montoni twins came up with these
drawings for a new music building for Windsor College."
"Wow!" Matt was amazed and awed. He just didn't know what to
say. He was stunned.
Brian looked at Matt and smiled, "I thought so, too, man,
they are some wonders." He continued, "I'm going to leave these prints
here for you to go over for a couple weeks. If you see something that just
won't work, let them know right away. Their new numbers and address are on
the prints. I can look at them all day and still not know if it would
work."
Matt looked at Brian with wonder and gratitude, "Hey, man,
you are so wonderful, and so philanthropic. This will enable us to include
many more students in our curriculum, and make life more comfortable for
those already there. What can I do to thank you?"
"Well, you could ....."
Rap, rap, rap. The sound came from Ted Anthony rapping on
the door jamb of the office.
"Hi, Ted, what can I do for you?" Matt asked.
Ted smiled his brightest, "Well, you could tell me where I'm
going to sleep."
"Gee, Teddy, we've run out of rooms," he paused, "unless
Brian here would let you sleep in his bed with him." Matt knew damn well
that Brian was very interested in young Ted. "But maybe Brian would rather
not have a bed mate. What say, Brian?"
Brian played reluctant suitor, "Oh, I guess I could manage
that," he grinned, "if he promises not to snore."
"Gee, thanks, Brian, I'll go get cleaned up. Got sort of
messy doing the barbecue."
After Ted left, Matt looked at Brian and grinned, "You faker,
that was going to be my gift to you for all you've done." He laughed, "I
can tell you he's great, but don't tell, okay?" He started to whisper, "He
took my cock up his ass like it was a ten year old's tiny prick."
Brian laughed and laughed, "You probably had your monster
when you were ten."
"Okay, like when YOU were ten." Matt felt he got one up on
Brian.
Brian laughed, "I don't remember, you'd have to ask Adam some
day. He would know because he was my mother, my brother, my nanny and my
personal trainer - all in one. He says he knew the first time I shot cum
and every time I jerked off. He even knew I was in love with Mike before I
did. Even before I knew he was my brother, I loved him like one. Now you
can look over the plans and tell me what works and what doesn't. I'm going
to bed."
Matt suggested that Brian give him a beginners lesson on
reading the architect's prints.
"Okay, Matt, the first four sheets show the basement and
first, second and third floors. Part of each floor is a portion of the
recital hall. Since the college already has a large auditorium, we didn't
see a need to build another. So the recital hall will seat 200-300 people,
depending on which design we use for that space. Mostly watch the size and
placement of rooms, doorways, halls, exits and entrances, stairs and
elevators. Besides that, watch the same for restrooms, offices and
lounges. Got it?" He remembered, "Mainly, look for enough storage."
"I guess so, Brian, I will really work on it this week." He
looked at Brian's face, "Brian Whitlow, what am I to do for you." He was
choking up, his voice husky and thick, "My dear friend, I can hardly
express my gratitude for your generosity, I'm so thankful to you for
helping me to realize my dreams for my life." Matt's eyes were brimming
over with tears. He stood up and pulled Brian with him. They automatically
fell into a forceful hug, moaning lowly while they pressed against each
other and used their muscles to hold on and caress their bodies.
In a moment Brian realized the he must leave, Matt was a
friend, not a lover. "Matt, I need to get to bed." He snickered, sure that
Matt knew why he was anxious to leave.
* * * * *
Ted Anthony lay in the wide bed in the spare bedroom where he
and Brian were going to sleep together. He couldn't believe his good luck
to get so close to this immensely wealthy young man, only 19 years old.
Ted wasn't wealthy. Well, his grandfather had given him the money that
Matt and his partners paid for the farmhouse, two barns and 30 acres of the
farm. That gave him almost half a million but that can't compare to half a
billion.
Ted closed his eyes, visions of the handsome Brian in his
room, stripping until he was wearing nothing, standing in front of Ted,
legs wide spread, fists forced against his hips. He could envision Brian's
physical body, lots of muscle but not a body builder and a triangular shape
with wide, heavy shoulders and chest to a narrow, tight waist.
Ted had noticed Brian's butt when he walked away from the
barbecue, his jeans tight against his full, but narrow hips and buttocks.
The legs he was sure were well-proportioned, thick thighs and outstanding
calves. And, he was positive that Brian's feet would be the most beautiful
feet in the world. He dreamed, maybe I could suck on them sometime.
The smaller man crooked his finger at Brian, beckoning him
closer to the bed. His cock was soft but fairly long, the circumcised
shaft draped over his sack and large balls. Reaching up, Ted took the
softness, the velvet skin in his hand, rubbing the darker glans with his
thumb.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, using his arms and hands to
draw Brian nearer, cupping the man's buttocks, pulling until Brian was
standing between Ted's spread legs and his growing cock was immediately in
front of Ted's mouth, nose and inquisitive eyes. Ted's hands massaged the
exotic legs in his hands, from ankles to just below the buttocks. The hair
was so light as to be almost invisible, but Ted could feel each one along
the back of his legs.
Using his hands, Ted turned Brian until his buttocks were in
front of Ted. He placed his nose and mouth against the malleable cheeks,
so flexible yet with a core of hard, strong muscles. As if opening a new
present or new treasure, Ted slowly pulled Brian's cheeks apart, exposing
the young man's most intimate and hidden place on his body. Ted's senses
were assailed immediately by sight, smell, and feel but he wanted the next
sense.
Tentatively, Ted pushed his tongue forward until the tip
reached the wrinkled ring, rosy areola around the actual tiny hole.
Bedeviled by the aroma, the scent of the man, his body and especially his
anal orifice, Ted began painting Brian's inner ass with his tongue, laying
rivers of saliva all along,
Returning Brian's front toward himself, Ted tickled his
cockhead with swipes of his tongue on the now swollen flesh. The cock had
hardened to 7 inches of hot, pulsing cock, so long that the tip was right
at Ted's mouth. He wrapped his flexing lips around that end of the mighty
rod, using his tongue to push into the slit which was unfolded by his
fingers.
Brian's body gave jerks, shuddering almost continually. The
searching mouth finally found Brian's blond bush of soft, curly hair when
his cockhead had slipped a bit down Ted's throat, drooling his lube to make
sliding down easier. Ted was continuously swiping Brian's cock with his
tongue, along the shaft and especially over the head. At one point only
Brian's cockhead was in Ted's mouth and Ted thought that he would suck all
the hot heir's cum out. He was getting more and more aroused and excited
from the erotic sensations, beginning to speed up his mouth on Brian's
living baton, swishing his tongue and tightening his lips until Brian began
to moan loudly, punching his pelvis at Ted and his cock deeper.
Ted grabbed Brian's buttocks and pulled his cock deep into
his mouth. Brian seemed to be at his climax, or very near.
Brian bent over Ted's head, his arms holding Ted's buttocks
and the bed as his hips banged and banged away at Ted's mouth and finally
his arms and legs froze, seized by his throes of passion as his cum flowed
into Ted.
Ted relaxed, lay back, then realized it was his own cum all
over his chest and abdomen and Brian was nowhere in sight. He leaned up on
his elbows, looking dazedly around, actually thinking, 'Where's Brian?' He
quickly wiped his body free of cum. And waited.
He was also thinking that he'd shot his chances with Brian by
cumming so soon. He'd have to pray for a quick recovery. At that moment
he saw the door of the bedroom slowly open. He pulled up the sheet and lay
down to pretend to be asleep.
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.