Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2004 09:39:09 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-29
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
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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-nine
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Sgt. Reardon was the first to arrive after Matt's phone
calls. Matt hated to do this to his Dean, Hamish McAllister, but he felt
that Hamish could explain a lot. After he made sure that the sergeant had
parked his patrol car behind Steve's studio, he led him to the kitchen
dining area and gave him coffee and some of the sweet rolls Anne had baked.
He knew that was the way to keep a policeman very happy, for a while
anyway.
Matt and Steve heard Hamish's car stop out front and
the door slam. When the raps on the front door came, they both answered.
"Hi, Hamish, come on in."
"Hi, Matt, hi Steven. Good to see you. I'm glad you
called, I've been wanting to express my hope for your boys, Steve."
"Thanks, Hamish, we appreciate it." They sat in the
easy chairs in the den.
"Hamish," Matt started. "We have some questions to
ask. I'm sorry if this hurts, but I don't know any other way to do this.
I'm going to tell you some news we have had this morning from a neighbor of
ours."
Matt went on to explain what Silas Dean had told them,
including the fact that one of the women called the other 'Rhoda'. He
stopped and waited for a response from Hamish. The tension in the room was
horrendous for all three men.
Hamish slowly realized what Matt had said, that his
wife had been in on the kidnaping.
"Oh god," Hamish mumbled softly. His body language
reflected complete resignation to his worse fears. "I wondered where they
have been this week."
Steve spoke, "Hamish, do you have a summer cottage
somewhere in the vicinity?"
Slowly Hamish nodded his head, certain he was going to
his doom.
"Yes, we have a cottage on Devil's Lake in Michigan.
We haven't used it, at least, I haven't used it since our son died there
ten years ago. I just couldn't face being in the place where he died."
Tears blossomed in his eyes, "Oh, god, Matt and Steve, I'm so sorry."
Very softly, Matt asked, "Hamish, do your wife and her
sister ride often?"
Again, Hamish nodded, unable to speak.
Matt sat down beside Hamish on the couch, putting his
arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him. "Hamish, I'm sorry to do
this, but I also invited Sgt, Reardon here this morning. I would like to
have him in here if you would answer his questions. Okay?"
Hamish raised his tear-streaked face to Matt, "I'll do
whatever I can to right this terrible wrong to you and your family."
The next half hour Hamish ran the gauntlet of the
sergeant's questions until they knew all he knew about the situation. Matt
set up the projector Jedd had used and ran the digital movie of the shores
of Devil's Lake. Finally, Hamish was able to orient himself and pick out
his cottage from the thirty or forty others. "Hamish, would you be willing
to drive up there and help us get in the house without harming the boys?"
Matt was asking a lot from his friend and boss.
"Of course, anything I can do."
"Sergeant, can you organize the operation with the
Michigan State Police? I know you have no authority in Michigan." Matt
frowned, "I'm certainly not sure I want the F.B.I. in on this if we can
keep it from them. I don't want a hundred law enforcement people screwing
the damn thing up."
Sergeant Reardon, "Dean, do you think you can get the
women to let the boys go?"
"No, Sergeant, I probably can't, once the two women
are together they are totally bull-headed. Duella has the hardest head,
and a one tracked mind with complete tunnel vision. My wife would follow
her anywhere, as we have seen from their actions last Sunday.
"The next thing would be for you to draw a
complete floor plan of the house. The boys are probably locked in an
upstairs bedroom and it would sure help if we could get in there from the
rear of the house."
* * * * *
When Brian heard the news and what would be happening,
he called Mike in Washington.
"Mike, I think we need some help here."
"What kind?"
"Well, Matt and Steve know where the boys are
being held in a cottage at Devil's Lake in Michigan. Our main worry is
that with all the safety forces which might get in on the rescue, they will
screw it up and the boys will be hurt."
"What can I do?"
"Do you know the Congressman from this area,
northwest Ohio, or maybe one of the Ohio senators?"
"Ah, I see where you are going. Let me check my
Congressional Register. Ah, oh yes, Tom Baker, good man. I'll call him
right away, Brian, and bring him up to speed. I know he will stick his
nose right in the middle of everything. He knows the Junior Senator from
Ohio, he's from the same area. Don't worry, Brian, we'll get on it right
away. We'll have top brass talking to top brass right away. Tell Matt and
Steve we'll be watching what's going on. Must go, love, I so enjoyed
having you here with me, especially when we ..... oh, better not. Okay,
I'll talk to you later, love you."
Brian reported to Matt what he had done and what
Mike would be busy with. Matt was very appreciative and felt more hopeful
of success with the rescue.
However, within an hour of the conversation with
Mike, the farm house was full of police and safety officials from
everywhere. The F.B.I. had joined the group along with the Michigan
police.
"How the hell did they all find out?" Matt
complained. "Shit, we need someone big, and I mean big to help us little
folk."
A tall, strong looking man of 60 or so came in
through the front into the jammed living and dining rooms, spilling over
into the den. He spoke with a deep, firm voice intimating that nobody
better mess with him.
"Is Matthew or Steven Ridgway here somewhere?"
The brothers stood up and went to greet the new
official, not knowing just who he was.
The new man's voice boomed above all the chatter
in the room. "I am Gerard Foraker, my job is Attorney General of the State
of Ohio. I have been requested by Congressman Tom Baker of this district
to take charge of the rescue of your two boys. Fortunately, I was in the
area and able to be with you all."
"General Foraker, we are particularly pleased to
have you here." Matt nodded to the large group around him, "We were feeling
a bit overwhelmed. We just want our boys back safely."
"Dr. Ridgway, I personally guarantee that will
happen." He looked around, "I would like to see a representative of the
Windsor City Police Department, the Ohio State Highway Patrol, the
F.B.I. and Michigan police ... ah ... in the kitchen, if we may, Matt."
Matt and Steve nodded and pointed the way. "And," General Foraker
continued, "don't tell me you can't work with me, or work together. We are
going to work together! I have already conferred with the Michigan
officials and they agreed to go with my direction." He looked around for
any dissenters, then headed for the kitchen.
The brothers put their arms around each other,
squeezing tight. "I was hoping for someone like that to take charge." Matt
spoke, "I think we might get out of this."
* * * * *
Approximately fifty miles north of Windsor,
Jacob and Joshua were still locked in their bedroom that morning, the women
hadn't come to get them. And they were hungry and they were scared. Jacob
had gotten them washed up, peed and dressed again in their filthy clothing.
He was as tender with Joshua as he could be. They got no comfort at all
from the two women, the 'witches' they began calling them. They always
hoped that Rhoda would come get them because the other one was mean, 'mean
as cat dirt' as Jacob remembered his mother saying once.
The boys didn't know that their captors had gotten
drunk the night before and were still asleep, one in their bedroom and one
on the living room couch, really out. If the boys had been able to break
out of their room, they could easily have left the house to get help. But
Rhoda had remembered to lock their door when she shoved them in there last
night. Jacob got on the bed on his back and patted the space next to him.
Joshua crawled sadly up on the bed and lay half on his brother on his
stomach. His head was resting on Jacob's chest, his right leg over Jacob's
leg.
Jacob's right arm was tight against Joshua's back,
his hand on top of Josh's buttocks, patting them, while his left hand
caressed his brother's head, smoothing his hair softly, gently. They had
not slept well the night before and were still tired, so finally fell
asleep again, nestled together.
* * * * *
Steve and Matt were called into the
kitchen war room. General Foraker asked them, "Gentlemen, do either of
your boys have asthma or another breathing problem?"
Matt and Steve decided that they didn't. "Why?"
"One of our options would be to shoot tear gas
into the house all around, then send in men with gas masks who could
quickly extract the boys from the place."
Matt suggested, "General, I'm sure our boys are
scared to death right now and being tear gassed and grabbed by big men in
gas masks might just send them over the edge." He waited, "Our original
thought was to have Dean McAllister, husband of one of the women, just stop
as if on the spur of the moment. The cottage belongs to him and his wife.
"We hadn't figured out anything more than that,
but we sure do not want a battle royal with the boys in the center. Can we
please work out something without violence?"
The general spoke calmly, "Matt, what we are
trying desperately to avoid is a hostage situation which would lead to a
stand off and a more difficult situation than we have now.
"Is Dean McAllister here?" He called.
* * * * *
The dean had made a detailed drawing of their property
along with some pictures of the place he had gotten. There was little
cover if any around the house. Anyone coming up to the house would be
exposed clearly and identified quickly.
Steve turned to the general, "General, we would so much like
to handle this ourselves, Matt and me. These women are not hardened
criminals, they have gotten twisted in their minds and I think we can
handle them with Hamish's help. Would it hurt to let us try?"
Every officer of the law in the house was aghast at the
suggestion. But, fortunately, the General was not such a skeptic. "Matt
and Steve, I admire your courage and daring, but what if they have
weapons?"
"Well," Matt began, "thinking about this, I
believe with Hamish going in first and us following, we can surprise them,
even shock them into revealing where the boys are. We are willing to try.
I don't think we will be threatening the lives of our boys any more than
they are right now." He urged, "Please let us try. Please. If we fail,
then you can use your tear gas."
"Gentlemen," Anne spoke up, "I am these boys'
grandmother and I've know Matt and Steve forever. I know how strong and
able they are, and how dedicated they are. Your only problem would be if
they decide to kill the women then and there." She nodded forcefully, as
if to say, 'So there, you idiots.'
"Okay, Gramma, you got it." General Foraker smiled
at Anne and walked over so they could 'high five'. "That's what we'll do,
and I pray you are successful. We will be close behind you, but with just
a few men, dressed as fishermen with poles and everything, but ready to
close in." He looked for the sergeant. "Sergeant Reardon, could you find
equipment enough for the Staties, maybe four of them. And, by God, if you
FeeBees jump in where you aren't wanted, I'll request both of you be sent
to Death Valley. You look like Digger O'Dells anyway."
* * * * *
Matt and Steve's plan worked perfectly. They entered
the cottage just after Hamish went in, to greet Rhoda and Duella in the
living room, forcing their way around the room. Steve went to stand at the
bottom of the stairs to the second floor where they assumed the boys were.
It only took a few minutes before the two women had
figured out what was going on. The first clue came where Duella tried to
climb the stairs and ended up on the floor with Steve sitting on her back.
She was fighting hard, but he finally got control of her arms, after some
scratches on his face, and grabbed her hair and pulled hard, reining her
in, painfully!
Rhoda tried to get past Matt but he gave her an
uppercut to the jaw which sent her to the floor. "Sorry, Hamish, I don't
like hitting a woman, but that gave me the greatest pleasure." He could see
that Hamish was in shock. He yelled, "Hamish, will you call in the troops,
please?"
As soon as the police had the women in custody,
Matt and Steve raced to the second floor, yelling for Jacob and Joshua.
"Where are you, boys, it's Daddy and Uncle Matt?"
From hearing their answer, the brothers knew where their boys were. "Boy,
please stand back away from the door. I'm going to kick it in."
Crash! The door opened and slammed against the
wall. Steve raced in and picked up Joshua, both of them crying while Matt
had Jacob in his arms, tears in their eyes too.
"Oh, boys we love you so. Sorry we couldn't get
here sooner. We didn't find out until this morning just where you were."
Steve was squeezing and kissing Joshua, Matt was clutching Jacob to himself
so tightly the boy complained just a little.
"Uncle Matt, I can't breathe very well."
"Sorry, Jacob, we are so glad to see you, we've
missed you terribly." He kissed him again, "How about we go home, huh?"
The boys yelled, "Yes, yes, let's go home."We're
hungry."
Jacob asked, "Did you get the witches?"
Steve and Matt laughed, "You mean the ladies?"
"Those were not ladies, that Duella was mean as
hell," Jacob said.
"You are not to say hell, Jake," Steve
reprimanded, "except this one time." He smiled and kissed his boy.
As they were carrying the boys downstairs, Matt
told them, "The police are going to want to talk to you, guys, to tell them
what happened before you forget anything. We hope to put those women, no,
not ladies, away in jail so they never get out."
* * * * *
Steve immediately got out his cell phone, hoping
it wasn't broken in his tussle with Duella , and called the farmhouse.
"Anne?" He checked, then shouted, "We got the
boys and they are all right."
"Oh, Steve, that's wonderful. You coming right
home?"
"Yes, we'll be there in less than an hour. Tell
everybody that the boys are fine, but hungry. Can we have something for
them when we get there?"
"I can't wait to see them, and sure, I'll have
food ready for everybody. See you soon."
Steve was still holding on to his son, Joshua,
tightly, not wanting him out of his arms for a second. "Matt, bring Jacob
and we'll get out of here. If the police want to talk to the boys, they'll
have to do it at our home."
All the way home the boys couldn't stop talking,
telling about their experiences. They said that Rhoda was usually nice to
them, but Duella was mean and nasty. She hurt them sometimes. Neither man
said anything to that, somehow they would exact some measure of punishment
for the women's behavior.
By the time they reached the farmhouse, the place
was jammed with cars; police, newsmen, TV cameramen and reporters plus many
of their friends. Hardy and Todd and Roger had organized the parking so
the driveway wasn't jammed. The whole front lawn was covered with
vehicles, leaving enough room for Steve and Matt to get to the house.
Holding the boys in their arms, the brothers
climbed the steps to the front porch. They turned to face the crowd of
most news people and officials.
Matt spoke to them. "Our boys are back and in good
shape except they're hungry and we are hoping to fix that very soon. My
brother and I want to thank everyone who helped locate the boys. That
would be the media, the safety forces and so many of our friends and
neighbors. Our next door neighbor, Silas Dean, gave us the big clue as to
who the criminals were.
"I realize that the police, and District Attorney,
will want to talk to the boys about their experience. We were so
appreciative that the Ohio police and Michigan police were able to work
together to solve the kidnaping. However, we will have to ration time with
the boys so they can recover from the ordeal they have had. I would like
one person to coordinate that, Sergeant Reardon of the Windsor Police. He
knows the family and is a good friend and will deal respectfully with our
young men. Thanks again to you all."
The whole gathering applauded the Ridgways and
themselves, pleased that the rescue had a good outcome. Slowly, the media
and police drifted away and out of the Ridgways' lives, forever they hoped.
* * * * *
Jacob and Joshua were fed and courted by the whole
family. In between bites they gave a mostly garbled version of their
kidnaping, but their parents were recording everything they said to have on
hand in case they forgot. They didn't want to take any chances of giving
the defense lawyers any room to negotiate.
That night, after letting Joshua and Jacob swim in the
pool a while, Todd and Roger put them to bed in pajamas and everything.
They hugged them until they fell asleep, loving them and sorry it had been
their misfortune to be kidnaped.
By the time Matt and Steve got to their bedroom to
kiss them good night, the boys were asleep and had taken off their pajamas.
They lay as they had in the cottage at the lake, Jacob on his back and
Joshua on his stomach, halfway on top of Jacob, Jacob's right arm along
Josh's back, his hand on his naked buttocks.
"Matt, do you see how our boys are sleeping? Maybe
that was Jacob's way of making Joshua feel safe and comforted."
"Yep, Steve, these are chips off our own blocks,
that's just the way you used to hold me at night. And I'll tell you now,
that was the best feeling, I felt so safe with you." The two men held each
other tightly, their love so solid and all-consuming in their brotherhood.
Matt left the room to be with his partner for life,
Hardy Wolfe, the handsomest hunk in the house and adorable too.
* * * * *
All the residents of the farm house were
particularly concerned with Josh and Jake, trying to be with them as much
as possible to make up for their ordeal.
Hardy, specially, loved them as the others did, but
felt a closer bond with them because he was so close to Matt and Steve. He
loved both boys equally and had set up a routine. He and the boys would
meet at the pool first thing in the morning. Hardy was working on the
Dukes every day starting at 9, rehearsing and arranging music for them,
giving private instruction when one of them has a problem with the music,
dancing or routines.
The day after Jake and Josh were returned from their
ordeal with Rhoda and Duella was their first day with Hardy in the pool.
Hardy wore his speedos and waiting in the pool a few minutes for the boys,
idly floating in the pool, dreaming about the previous night. He and Matt
had the wildest sex in a long time, their release from the tension and
worry about the boys helped. They had cum three times each using mouths and
assholes equally, adoring each other's body, very serious at first, then
actually having fun the next time, and deadly serious of their love for
each other the last time in the wee hours. Hardy's ass was still sore and
burning, but it was great!
They were exhausted and almost numb, but held each
other the rest of the night. Hardy was able to get out of bed without
waking Matt in the morning, after a quick cleanup, he put his speedo on and
glided down the stairs to the pool. He looked at the smooth sheet of blue
water, no ripples or waves at all, just lightly steaming into the cool air
over the surface. That aspect of the pool room scene helped him to feel
comforted after the week of worry about Jake and Josh.
He slid silently into the water, feeling the surface
glide up his body from ankles to his throat, every square centimeter of his
skin sensing the liquid warmth. It seemed that he had just sunk into a
huge ball of cotton, soft and muffling what he heard and felt.
Suddenly, his peace was interrupted by the yells of
two fantastic boys, absolutely naked as usual, jumping into the pool very
near Hardy. He watched them come to the surface and shake their heads,
smiling broadly all the while.
"Hardy, Hardy, here we are."
Hardy could only laugh in delight, until a wave of
sadness covered his face, remembering that they had almost lost these
wonderful characters. The wave passed quickly, his pleasure returning in
full force, and he cleared the tears in his eyes by ducking his head under
the water.
"Hi guys, glad you could make it," and he dunked both
of them, then gathered them into his arms, one in each, his arms under
their bare bottoms, holding them tightly to his body.
He tickled them and each swam away from him in a
different direction, their little butts mooning him as they swam. He loved
every bit of the two wunderkinds, held them closely in his heart.
Hardy swam around the pool, watching them closely.
They swam to the shallow end and were whispering together, conspirators, to
be sure. Before he knew it, they were all over him, Josh climbed his body
until his legs were over his shoulders, his body pushing into his
face. While Hardy was attending to Joshua, he felt two small hands on the
top of his speedo and rip it down his legs and off. 'Oh, hell, Jacob has
depants me!' He tried to retrieve his suit, but Jacob had thrown it into
the far corner of the pool room and Joshua held on..
He thought, 'so that's what they were dreaming up,
getting me naked, too.' He knew no one else was out of bed at this hour,
so he said to himself, 'oh, what the hell.'
Hardy and the boys played tag in the water, getting
plenty of exercise in a short time. Whenever Joshua or Jacob got near him,
they touched him, either on his butt or giving a quick pull on his cock.
He was starting to get embarrassed because they were giving him a hard on.
After they were in the water for a half hour, Hardy said they had to get
out. That was enough for the day, but they would meet in the pool again
tomorrow, he hoped.
They agreed, so happy to be with Hardy and enjoying
the pool. Hardy picked the boys from the water, one hand under each naked
buttock, and climbed onto the pool surround. He headed into the house with
them, and was shocked to run into his mother in the hall near the
stairs. Then he remembered he was naked, and had a hardon.
He reddened and said, "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, we just got
to playing ... and ....uh ... Oh well," he blushed more, "see you, Nana,"
The boys echoed his statement. And up the stairs to the boys room they
went.
"Now, guys you need to shower to get the chlorine off.
Then you will feel better."
"Okay, Uncle Hardy, we love you. Thanks for swimming
and playing with us," the boys gave a devilish grin then, "see you
tomorrow."
Hardy hunkered down, stood the boys on their feet and
gave each tender butt a light slap.
"Love you guys!"
"Love you, too, Hardy."
* * * * *
Hardy was working with the Dukes that morning in the
old music building, mainly testing a new arrangement for them which ended
up with "The Yellow Rose of Texas" with a few measures of "Boo-la, Boo-la"
thrown in. He felt that would be politic in view of the home state and
college of the President.
"LJ and Rick, you aren't quite together with those
runs at Letter C. How about you two woodshed those this afternoon for a
while. And Chris, you have to be louder near the end, the others are
playing loud so you have to accommodate them."
"Well, Hardy, I think they should accommodate me and
not play so loud." Chris was a little incensed. "Anyway, I can't play very
well in these jeans, they're too tight."
LJ laughed and spoke up, "Chrissie, those jeans are so
low the only thing they are pressing on is your pubes." He laughed again
and so did everyone else, except Chris. She looked very irritated so LJ
walked over to her and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, Chrissie, that wasn't nice of me." He
waited, "True, but not nice."
Even Chris laughed with everyone at that dig.
"Okay, let's run the whole thing again, dancing and
all."
While Hardy was watching and listening, he also heard
his cell phone in his jacket hung on his music stand.
"Hello?"
"Is this Matt Ridgway?"
"No, this is Hardy Wolfe."
"Oh, Hardy, this is Hunt Huntington. You're the one I
need to talk to, how are you doing? I heard the good news that your boys
were found okay and brought home."
"Hi, Hunt, yes, we are so happy and no one was
hurt. Matt and Steve were the ones who found the boys and captured the
women. We are so thankful. At the present time I'm rehearsing the Dukes
madly so we'll be ready. I suppose you are busy, too"
"Always, but I need to have you here tomorrow, Hardy,
in Washington, to go over more questions about your performance. I don't
think I need to bother Matt, do I?"
Hardy thought, "Not really, Hunt, I don't think he
would leave his nephews, anyway. Not right yet." He said, "Um ... Hunt,
I'll have to check with Brian to see if the helicoper and Learjet are
available tomorrow."
"No, Hardy, you won't have to do that. I already
talked to Brian and he is fixing it up. You know, if in doubt, always go to
the head man."
"Yeah," Hardy laughed, "He is really a HEAD man.
Thanks. Okay, I'll be ready this evening early. Anything else?"
"Just one more thing, man, would you bring your best
suit? I want to treat you tomorrow night so you won't get back to Ohio
until day after tomorrow. Okay?"
"Sure, Hunt," he agreed, not telling Hunt he only had
one suit, "I'll be there tonight about the same time as last time."
"Good, love it, I'll call you at Mike's, right?"
"Okay with me, I'd love to see you again. Bye."
* * * * *
Late that afternoon, Hardy was in their bedroom
packing for his trip. Matt was there too, helping him, or rather, hindering
him.
"Matt, don't you want me to go? I won't if you don't
want me to. You know that Brian's coming with me. He'll be a great
chaperone." Then he snickered.
"Sure, he can watch you, love, but who is going to
watch him?"
"Not me."
Matt took Hardy in his arms, "I love you, so much,
Hardy, I would not want to live if I didn't have you." They kissed
passionately, sloppily and with great heat. Matt bit Hardy's lower lip
until it hurt just a little, and their tongues fought for supremacy.
"Oh, Matt, I'm the same way. I couldn't live without
you. That's why you scare me so when you go after people like the
kidnapers and your mother," he moaned in Matt's ear, "I'm so glad we are
'married', hon, because I can always come back to you, as I will in two
days, Love."
Matt slid his hand between them, moving down to
Hardy's crotch, finding his cock already big and hot. "I want you to be
careful with this, it belongs to me, babe. If you loan it out for a few
minutes, be careful it is in good hands."
"My mate, I will always be careful for you and me too.
I've got an idea you are a little worried about Hunt, but don't, my man.
It probably could happen I might loan it out, but it would only be him. I
feel like I trust him, don't you?"
"Yes, hon," he laughed, "to a certain extent."
"Well, I'll keep him within that extent. For
instance, my asshole is yours, Matt, and NO one else's."
The two men held each other tightly, clutching arms,
hands gripping buttocks, solidifying their relationship all over again.
They carried Hardy's bag downstairs where Hardy picked
up the boys as usual, one on each arm, clothes on this time. Hardy
explained that he had to go to Washington and wouldn't be able to swim
tomorrow or the next day. They kissed and said their love vows until Hardy
set them down. Everyone was there to wish Hardy a good trip and to say hi
to the President for them. Brian was waiting for them, anxious to get to
see Mike.
Only Matt and Hardy and Brian walked back to the
chopper, close together, saying their last good-byes to each other. They
kissed and Matt said, "Please stay safe, Hardy, I want you to come back in
as good shape as you are leaving."
"I will, man, my man, you keep the home fires
burning. See you."
Brian urged, "Com'on, guys, we'll never get there this
way." He was very anxious.
* * * * *
Mike's limo had met Hardy and Brian at the
airport, smoothly running to Watergate and Mike's apartment. As they
entered the apartment, Mike and Brian got stuck together with a loud smack.
They were hugging and kissing wildly.
At one point Mike pulled away from Brian's lips,
"Hardy, there's a call for you. If I were you I'd call him right away."
Immediately, the phone rang. "Answer it, will you,
Hardy, we'll see you later this evening." As one they dashed to their old
bedroom, pulling clothing off on the way, slamming the door behind them.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Hardy, how about I pick you up in five minutes?
We both need supper."
"Gee, Hunt, I'm not dressed ..."
"I'd rather you stayed that way," he growled, then,
"You are fine as you are, we'll have some supper and get to know each other
better. Okay?"
"That's great, Hunt, just give me a few minutes to
wash up."
"You better answer that door bell, Hardy, you'd never
know who might be there."
Now Hardy had figured Hunt out, he was outside the
door.
Hardy let Hunt in and excused himself to freshen
up. "By the way, Hunt, don't go anywhere near that bedroom door."
Hunt laughed, "I presume you did bring Brian with
you."
"Right."
Hardy took off his shirt and washed up, pissed and
sprayed some of Mike's cologne, then combed his hair and walked out to the
living room. He would rather have had a shower, but the time seemed to be
racing.
"Hey, Hardy, you clean up good. Now we can go eat."
* * * * *
Hunt fascinated Hardy in the car with anecdotes
about life in the White House and the vagaries of politics. He assured
Hardy that they were going nowhere near that building, that was his work
place and his work was over for the day. He also pointed out the
government buildings they were passing, the parks, watering holes and
restaurants.
Hardy was amused by the stories about so many
well-known people. Hunt explained who was gay and who wasn't, realizing
there were a lot more on the gay side of the aisle than he ever thought
possible.
He was surprised when Hunt stopped in front of an
Automat restaurant.
"You go ahead of me, Hardy, but don't pay, I have a
special arrangement with the proprietor. He's a good friend of mine, one
of the family. N'est-ce pas?"
They put the food they chose on the trays and Hunt
took a receipt. He said he received a big discount which would appear on
the monthly bill. Strange business, Hardy thought. Oh well.
While eating, Hunt asked perceptive questions about
Hardy's life, about all facets of his past history. Finally, about his sex
life and experience.
"Hunt, I've answers all your questions so far, but I
think I must stop here."
"Hardy, I'm not trying to be invasive, or I'm not ever
going to use the information you give me. My friend, I'm going to need to
know you, because ..." he looked into Hardy's eyes, "I am trying to court
you - could you see that?"
Hardy looked into Hunt's handsome, patrician face,
identifying his points of beauty from his bright hazel eyes to his
sensitive, curvilinear luscious, red lips. The man was an absolute god, an
adonis and bacchus to boot. 'How can I resist this man? Do I want to
resist this man'
"Let me see your palm, Hardy, please?"
Hardy held out his hand, palm up, to Hunt who held it
in both of his hands, lightly and tenderly.
"Hardy, I've done this often at parties and usually am
right. Now just be quiet for a while."
Hunt smoothed and poked at Hardy's palm, following
various lines and wrinkles. He scanned the whole palm, finally holding
Hardy's hand between his two hands and interweaving his fingers with
Hardy's.
"Hardy, you are amazing. You have the longest passion
line I've seen and the longest life line, too. But what is most
extraordinary, my friend, is this one line."
He pulled his hands off Hardy's, then pointed to one
certain line, a long line. He whispered to Hardy.
"This line indicates the length of your cock, Mr
Wolfe," he smiled lewdly, "and it is longer than any man whose palm I've
checked."
Hardy smiled, "Hunt, I have a couple friends,
including my husband, who must have a longer line than mine." He boasted.
"Oh, Hardy, we've got to set up a visit to Windsor,
Ohio, for me, please."
Hardy laughed, "Okay, Hunt, that could be arranged.
Now, I'm sorry but I'm very tired, I've been up since six, swimming with my
nephews-in-law, rehearsing with the Dukes, flying here and going out with
you, and I've enjoyed every minute of it. But I do need sleep and rest. If
I understood you correctly, we will work tomorrow at the White House and
then you are going to take me to a fine restaurant. Now, are we on the
same page?" He smiled sweetly, "And, Hunt, would you please put your hands
back around my hand. It felt so good."
Hunt Huntington started laughing, until he coughed and
stopped.
"Hardy, you are incredible. I already love you, and I
hope you love me enough to spend the night with me."
"Not tonight, my friend, but I will consider your
offer, handsome as it sounds, and I will talk to you tomorrow? Are you
picking me up in the morning?"
"You bet your bippy, stud. We'll have breakfast, then
the White House, then you are mine for the rest of the day and night.
Believe me, I look forward to that with great anticipation."
Hunt stopped in front of Mike's apartment in the
Watergate complex. He turned to look closely into Hardy's face, took
Hardy's left hand in his and pulled it up to his mouth where he kissed the
back and held on. Hardy felt Hunt deserved something for his efforts and
attention to someone from the sticks, so he leaned toward Hunt's face.
Hunt responded by meeting Hardy's lips with his own. It was a short kiss,
but raised Hardy's excitement level by an enormous step.
"Hunt, I really can't tonight. But I'll tell you
right now, I will be available tomorrow night if you still want me."
Hunt leaned into Hardy and kissed him again, this time
sucking with full lips and tongue and searching for Hardy's. Hardy put his
arm around Hunt's shoulders, held his shoulder tight. He gave in to his
desires and moved his other hand to Hunt's crotch, finding his hard cock,
long and slender, squeezed by his dress pants, but furiously alive.
"Hardy, I want you so much, I will be waiting for
tomorrow. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, right here."
He pointed to the apartment complex door.
"Okay, Hunt, I'll be here. Thanks for supper." He
gave Hunt a brief, but heart-felt kiss, a quick squeeze of his dick and
headed for Mike's apartment.
* * * * *
He headed for his room, but only heard soft murmurs
form Mike's room. 'Wonder if they are worn out all ready, or can keep
going until morning.' From the guest room, Hardy found his cell phone and
called Windsor and Matt's number.
A sleepy voice said, "Hello."
"Matty, it's me, Hardy. Just wanted to say I'm fine,
had a nice supper on Hunt Huntington and I'm getting into bed."
"That's good. Alone?"
"Of course alone, Matty, we go to the White House
tomorrow morning. Bye."
He undressed and slid between the sheets on the guest
room bed, thankful for the comfort and cool material. He'd set the alarm,
assuming he'd be leaving before Mike and Brian were even awake, or lucid if
wakeful.
Hardy wished he had told Hunt to come up. He would
have loved to have his naked body against his own that night. He had said
no and then regretted it. But soon he fell asleep.
Early in the morning he heard soft taps on his
bedroom door. He couldn't imagine why Brian or Mike would rap on his door.
He got out of bed, pushed his hard cock back into his sleep shorts and
opened the door. Hunt Huntington stood in utter awe, his eyes wide,
staring at the other bedroom door.
"My God, Hardy, that was Brian who opened the door, in
his sleep I believe, and he was naked and he was hard as hell and I'd never
seen that before. Oh, hell, how could Mike be so lucky, he should be on top
of the world."
Hardy smiled at Hunt, "Hunt, he is on top of the
world, he just doesn't believe he could be that lucky. Will you get in
this room, please, I'm practically naked and cold." He laughed at the way
Hunt was dressed. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweat pants, running
shoes and a knit cap covering most of his head. "Hunt, did you run here
from your apartment?"
He smiled shyly, "Yeah."
"Have you gone crazy, Hunt, out on the streets at this
time in the morning? You could get killed."
"No, Hardy, I do this every morning. I've never been
bothered."
"Okay, Tarzan, I suppose you want me to go running
with you."
"No," Hunt grinned, "I was proposing that I get in bed
with you, I'm shivering a bit, too." He tried to present a pathetic figure,
cold and lonely, pleading for a favor.
Hardy couldn't help laughing at Hunt, "All right, all
right, come on."
He slid back into his bed and though it was narrow,
Hunt slid in also, warming up to spoon Hardy from his back. Both men
hummed softly, clutching each other. Hardy felt Hunt's cock, hard and
pulsing, aimed directly at his asshole. He didn't want that. He turned on
his other side to face Hunt.
"Hunt, I'm sorry, I can't let you do that. Matt said
I could loan out my cock, but my butt is his personal territory."
Hunt kissed Hardy softly and very tenderly, "I'm
sorry, too, Hardy. Uh .... does my finger could as an intruder?"
Hardy leaned over and pressed his lips on Hunt's,
"Babe, you just leave my total ass alone and we will get along fine."
They hugged together and just enjoyed that much of a
statement.
* * * * *
About 9 am Hardy and Hunt walked into the East Room
to study the area the Dukes' routine statistics which he had brought with
him from Windsor. They walked around the stage area, checking the exact
measurements where the Dukes would have to perform.
"Hunt, I will have to alter some of the routines, but
it won't make a big difference in our performance. It is good that I came,
for that reason, " he smiled at Hunt, "and other reasons."
A voice from the other end of the East Room called,
"Oh, Hunt, could I see both of you for minute."
Hunt turned and almost gasped out loud, "Oh my god,
Hardy, it's the President. Someone must have told him who you were. We
have to go greet him."
"Hi, Mr President, do you remember Hardy Wolfe, uncle
of the Ridgway boys who were kidnaped? He and I have been looking over the
stage for his group to use next month."
"Howdy, Mr Wolfe, I'm pleased to see you again. And I
was specially pleased to hear that your nephews were rescued. And I also
hear that the Ridgway brothers were the ones who saved their sons and
nephews. That is wonderful. They should get a medal."
"Sir, I don't think they would like that. They don't
feel that they were heros, they were just saving their boys. They really
wouldn't appreciate any medal or publicity because of the boys.."
"Well, if you say so. What would your relationship be
to the little boys be?"
"Mr. President, they are my nephews in law, I am
married to Matthew Ridgway, their uncle Matt."
"That's fine, you are married to .... " he realized
what Hardy had said, "uh ... uh .... their uncle. Yes, I see." He
flushed, "Ah ... ah ... have a good time in Washington."
The President of the United States turned and walked
away, slowly shaking his head.
Hunt Huntington, for once in his life, was bright red,
embarrassed to the core.
"My God, Hardy, you went and told him the truth."
"Hunt, my friend, my mother told me to always tell the
truth, when I could. And I thought he ought to know that all gays are not
flaming queens. Right?"
"You know he may never recover, Hardy," he opined,
"which might not be all bad." He laughed, "you are a wonder, Hardy, and a
surprise any moment. I guess that's why I love you."
Hardy looked around, grabbed Hunt and gave him a
brief, hard kiss.
Hunt squirmed to get out of Hardy's embrace, "Please,
not here, babe, I have to work here I hope a lot longer." He did manage a
smile for his young friend.
"Let me finish our tour, Hardy, I would bet that no
one else will ever hear of your revelation to the President. And if they
did hear, no one would believe it. You are a man's man, Hardy, all
masculine, I think that's why I've fallen in love with you."
"Hunt, as a man's man, I can tell that you are my
brother, just as masculine or I would not be enticing you as I have been."
He laughed, "Believe that, Hunt, I always tell the truth."
* * * * *
The warm summer evening in Washington, D.C. was all
around Hardy and Hunt as they walked into the Le Deux e Deux Restaurant not
too far from the White House. They had returned to Mike's apartment so
Hardy could put on his suit. Mike and Brian were up, dressed in their
robes and nothing else, looking well used but ready for more after a short
recovery period. Smiles were affixed to their faces, appreciation of each
other and love for the other.
"Hi, there, guys, what have you been doing?" Mike was
trying to be a good host.
Hunt spoke out, "Well, you wouldn't believe your
friend, Hardy, here. He told the President that he was married to Matthew
Ridgway and the boys were his nephews."
Hardy responded, "Hunt, you know he asked me, what was
I supposed to do, lie to him."
"Maybe." Then Hunt laughed, "No, I was proud of you,
my friend."
Brian say "Hi, nice to see you, we'll be back in
Mike's bedroom if you want us, which you don't or won't. Right?" He pulled
Mike into the bedroom while Mike looked back at Hardy and Hunt with a 'save
me, save me' appearance on his face. They knew he was just playing
around..
In the dark, plush restaurant they were led by the
maitre d' to a secluded half round booth for two. "Does this satisfy,
Mr. Huntington, sir.?"
"Oh, yes Pierre, this is fine, and you may start our
dining when you are ready."
Hardy looked around him, taking in the leather booths
and chrome and glass furniture along with a forest of live green plants
everywhere. Before they sat down, he'd seen other booths like theirs, but
all were situated so the occupants weren't visible.
Hardy stared at his friend, "I assumed you have this
all set up, right?"
Hunt blushed a little, "Just a little, Hardy, I was
certainly hoping you would let me show you some of the wonders of
Washington. Our first drinks will be a speciality of the house, sort of an
aperitif which I hope you enjoy."
Their male server, dressed in the tightest white pants
he'd ever seen, so tight he knew the server was for sure not Jewish. Hardy
wondered how he ever bent over to serve in them.
With a flourish of graceful movements the tall drinks
were set before the two men.
"I hope you enjoy them, Mr. Huntington."
"Thank you, Felix, I'm sure we will." He smiled up at
the young waiter who returned it.
Hunt lifted his glass, pushing it toward Hardy with
raised eyebrows.
His 'cheers' was returned by Hardy who clinked
glasses, and they sipped.
"That is very good, Hunt, what's in it?" He had
removed the orange slice, but a tall stirrer remained.
"I don't know, they won't tell, but, yes, I like them
too." He sipped, "One caution, though, never have more than one.
Dangerous!" He sipped again, "Hardy, you have to keep stirring this drink
to keep the mixture from separating."
Hardy took the stirrer and mixed the liquid, watching
the colors combine.
"Hardy, look closely at your stirrer." He was
smiling, trying not to laugh.
Since is was so dark in the booth, Hardy held up the
stirrer and inhaled a quick breath, "Hell, Hunt, this stirrer is a hard
penis, I'll have to take this back to Matt. He'd enjoy it."
The rest of the evening was exotic, colorful and
delicious, food Hardy had never been near before and which he found
absolutely delectable. The two men were sitting close together, there was
no other way, in fact their legs were touching, Hunt on the left and Hardy
on the right.
"Hardy, I very much wanted to show you what Washington
has for creature comforts. This is one of my favorite places. And, yes it
is primarily for gays, but women have been known to show up with their gay
husbands." He looked around, "Now, for instance, take Felix. I've only
know Felix from being served by him. I would love to know him better, but
my nights of sex are shared with very few.
Hardy felt Hunt's slender hand touch his upper thigh
and caress it. He wasn't much surprised, but not so soon. The hand began
searching the area between his legs and soon found Hardy's still soft cock
and balls, fingering them lightly, but passionately.
He ordered each of them an after dinner drink, a
Drambuie, another of his favorites.
"Delicious, Hunt, what is this?"
"It's Drambuie, a Scottish liqueur, Scotch whiskey
with heather honey and herbs, it has a most unusual and intriguing
flavor. I hope you like it." His hand become more insistent, rubbing his
cock until it was uncomfortable to Hardy.
Hardy felt like he had to join the party, so he opened
his belt, the button and slid his zipper to the bottom. He turned to Hunt
and smiled suggestively, "It's all yours, Hunt."
Hunt worked to pull Hardy's cock through his boxers,
bringing it into the air where he pumped it delicately, rubbing his thumb
over the head, spreading the pre-cum around and giving Hardy extensive
electric shocks to his system.
Hardy's eyes closed as he let the sensations flood his
body, jolting him erotically and driving him hotly all over his body. He
couldn't wait so moved his hand to Hunt's crotch where he found Hunt's cock
already out in the open, long, hard and hot as hell. His fist pulled the
pre-cum dripping from Hunt's urethral slit onto the shaft, swiped some with
his thumb, tasting it.
"Shall I ask for coffee, Hardy?"
"No, babe, I want you to come home with me, right
now!"
Hunt smiled hungrily at Hardy, giving him a look of
desire and lust he'd never seen.
"Ok, hon, while we are putting ourselves together,
I'll call for Felix."
Felix was at the table in just a few seconds. Hunt
handed him what looked to Hardy to be a fifty dollar bill. The handsome
young man glanced at Hardy who was trying to get his hard cock back into
his pants. He smiled at Hardy with a look of 'been there, done that' and
nodded to both as he left.
* * * * *
Back in Windsor most everyone was at least in bed if
not asleep. Matt had looked in on the boys earlier and found them in the
same 'sleep' position as the night before. He thought, 'I'm glad that they
have each other and that Jacob can calm and comfort Joshua. He went to
bed, crawled between the sheets and wished desperately that Hardy wasn't in
Washington.
After tossing and turning in the half empty bed, he
sat up to read for a while, but he was constantly aware his cock was solid
and straight and dripping. He was just about to turn off his light when
his bedroom door opened slowly and silently to reveal Ted, standing there
with his tiny boxers barely covering his 'goodies'. Ted raised his
eyebrows in a questioning way. Matt looked back and smiled, holding up the
sheet for Ted to crawl in. Ted moved quickly to the bed and slid his
shorts off his legs. He hopped on the bed to stand over Matt, his legs wide
apart and his cock somewhat aroused, but still hanging down over his balls.
He stood with his arms akimbo, his feet wide apart
over Matt's naked body. By that time Matt's cock was standing erect and
swaying slowly with his heart beat. Ted got a devilish gleam in his eyes
and a smile that reeked of evil. He gradually lowered his body, showing
great strength in his legs by dropping until his hanging cockhead touched
Matt's cockhead, pre-cum meeting pre-cum. Both men held their own cock,
controlling its movement. He gently rubbed his cock along Matt's shaft
until he finally sat on Matt's thighs, taking both cocks in his fist to
pump them, his hands tightly sliding with their pre-cum from head down to
their pubes. Ted's pubes were almost sandy colored, not nearly as red as
his head.
Matt raised his arms to Ted, drawing the young man to
lie on his chest, their rock hard cocks lying tightly together.
"Are you as lonely as I am, Ted?" The young redhead
agreed, "I am."
"Our lovers are away, leaving us by ourselves, so I'm
glad you came to me, Teddy, you and I have been able to care for each other
before. Babe, I need you and you need me, what else can we do."
Ted's cock looked so oversized for his smaller body,
the head swollen and bulging, deep purple almost, yet his body was
well-developed, defined muscles from all the farm work.
"Matty, I appreciate you letting me come to you. You
know I'll always love you."
"What about Brian and Jedd, Teddy, what about them?"
Ted smiled guiltily, "Matt, you know Brian always will
be with Mike so I guess I take advantage of the situation when he is here.
We are so good for each other and with each other."
"Okay, what about Jedd? He's a real cute one, Teddy.
He's maybe a keeper for life, huh?"
"When we got back from Toledo on the chopper, he had
to fly back to River City for something. He'll be back to pick Brian and
Hardy up at the airport to bring them here."
"Have you had sex, yet?" Matt was concerned about Ted
being left alone.
"No, Matt. We've only held hands, even the night we
were in the same bed, we only held hands." He laughed, "And that was enough
for me to shoot off after he went to sleep. Oh, Matt, he is so cool, but
sort of innocent. He's never done anything with anyone, whatever sex."
"Teddy, I'll pray for you that Jedd is the right one
to have you. Now make us cum!"
And he did with cum spraying both of their bodies
which they licked up and nodded off.
* * * * *
Mike rolled over and smoothed Brian's recalcitrant
curls, kissing his cheek.
"Bri, hon, did I hear two men's voices in the
apartment."
Brian laughed, "Yes, you did, love, I'll bet you
anything that Hardy brought Hunt back here to rape and plunder him. You
said Hunt's worth waiting for, right?"
"Yes, dear, I hear he is, but we never really had sex
before I seduced you."
"Hey, I thought I seduced you, Mikey, why do you think
I drank all that alcohol my first time in this apartment?"
"That may be true, my love, but I was the one who held
your head when you were vomiting and cleaned you up afterward. And, I was
the one who fell madly in love with you, especially after you sucked me off
while I was asleep ... ah ... supposedly."
Brian sat up, bracing on his hands, looking daggers at
Mike. "You mean, all this time I thought you were asleep, but .... oh
shit."
Mike gave Brian a huge, sloppy kiss on the lips and in
his mouth, "Yes, my sweet bottom, I was awake, but I didn't want to
embarrass you. In fact, why not give me one of those super special Brian
suck offs. And maybe we could exchange again in the morning."
"That's a deal, Mikey. I'm so in love with you that I
have no real love left for anyone else.!"
* * * * *
After Matt and Teddy got to sleep, Ted spooned inside
of Matt who held him clutched in both arms, his hands tight on Ted's
goodies and his chest. They were deeply asleep, exhausted by their
activity together.
They didn't hear Joshua and Jacob cry out in their
bedroom, but Todd heard them. His ears were attuned to their cries as well
as any actual mother of young children. He slowly extricate himself from
under Roger who'd had his way with Todd's ass that evening.
Naked, Todd, his cock drooping from being drained,
walked next door to the boys' room. In their room he saw Joshua sitting up,
certainly still asleep, but crying almost silently then. Jacob was also
dead to the world, yet must have been having dreams which frightened him
causing whimpering and tiny cries in his throat.
Todd had no other course to take. He separated the
boys and quickly lay on his back in between them. He put his arms around
them, pulling them to his side on their tummies, their heads on his chest
and a leg over his leg. One of Todd's arms was behind the back of each
boy, holding them to his body, his hands on their buttocks. When they
didn't seem to want to calm down, he gently slid his middle finger of each
hand along their buttock's cleft, no more than a slight indentation.
Joshua and Jacob felt comforted, settled and slept.
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.