Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 07:11:12 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-31
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 Thirty-one
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Matt and Hardy had gotten everything ready for the Dukes and
Duchess to head for Washington, D. C. in the Dukes' RV. Brian had found
another driver, one who had been vetted closely for any problems in his
past. Charlie Bratton had twenty years experience driving buses and
recreational vehicles with plenty of recommendations, but Brian still had a
detective agency trace Charlie's background two weeks before the Dukes were
scheduled to leave. He was credited with a perfect driving record and
clean personal background.
Since they were playing on Friday night in the East Ballroom
of the White House, Matt decided to leave on Tuesday and spend Wednesday
touring central Washington, government buildings, and Thursday having last
minute rehearsals.
The group was leaving from the porte-co-chere at the entrance
to the old music building and their friends were standing around talking to
them and each other, just waiting for the time to leave.
"Hardy, is everyone here?"
"I haven't really counted noses, Matt, but I will right now."
He asked each member of the Dukes whether their partner had shown up. No
one was mentioned until he stopped Jamal who was putting supplies on the
RV.
"No," Jamal said, "Rick isn't here yet." He smiled, "I did
wake him up, but since I had to be here early to load the RV, I left and
assumed he'd get up, get dressed and show up here." He pulled his cell
phone from his pocket and called Rick.
"No answer, maybe Rick is still in the bathroom. Should I go
see?"
"No, Jamal, you and I'll go see. Get your car and we'll go
after I tell Matt what we are doing."
Jamal took off to bring his car back while Hardy found Matt.
"Matt, Rick hasn't shown up yet. Jamal said he woke him, but
had to leave to load the RV. He may have fallen asleep again. We are going
to see."
"Okay, Hardy, you have your cell phone with you?"
"Yes."
"All right, call me when you find out the problem." He
patted Hardy on the shoulder and smiled, wishing he dared kiss him in front
of everybody.
Jamal drove up to them, Hardy hopped in and they took off.
The dorm was only a mile away.
* * * * *
Just before Jamal tried to phone him, Rick himself had
finally awakened, looked at his watch and knew he had to hurry. Throwing a
towel around his naked body, Rick took off down the hall to the communal
bathroom.
Seeing noone in the room, he hung up his towel and entered
the shower room, then turned on a shower head and began to clean himself
up. He was thinking about their trip to Washington and humming to himself
as his rubbed the soap over his gleaming flesh, also enjoying the feel of
his hands on his velvet body.
Rick had shaved before going to bed the previous night. He
really didn't have much facial hair and what he had was very light, hardly
visible. So a quick shower would do until they got to the hotel. He was
humming part of their last number, the tribute to Texas, the Yellow Rose of
Texas was on his mind. He hadn't heard the song before Hardy arranged it
for the Dukes.
Washing his face, Rick had his eyes closed when a loud, rough
voice reached his ears. 'Oh, shit,' he thought, 'that's Rocky Krupko, and
Jamal isn't here with me.' Suddenly, Rick was scared, he knew he wasn't a
fighter, just a lover.' A little smile came to his lips.
"Well, well, here's little Ricky, ain't he cute as a bug in a
rug. Where's your nigger, friend, Ricky, back in the room tired of fucking
you?"
"Shut up, you asshole. You don't know anything. Just leave
me alone."
"Aw, little Ricky is all by himself. Maybe you'd like my
eight inch cock up your ass? Huh? How about that, Ricky? I got a great
cock here, and now it's hard as it gets." Rocky started walking toward
Rick, slowly but vengefully. He was jacking his big cock
determinedly. "Since your nigger buddy isn't here, I guess I'll have to
take care of you."
"Rocky, you stupid shit, if you touch me, you will be in such
trouble you'll never get out of it. That I promise you. Now get your ass
out of here, I'm in a hurry."
Rocky was probably 6' 2", well over 200 pounds of pure
muscle, practically no fat. Well, except in his head. He was well built
all over, muscles defined and pumped. His eyes, though, were too close
together to look anything but stupid and evil.
Rick was worried now, honestly scared, but he was trying to
talk himself out of his trouble. But the situation was becoming more and
more dangerous.
Rocky got close to Rick and grabbed one arm. "Now, little
missy, you come here so I can get this poker up your ass. You just need a
real man to fuck you, not some little mamby pamby nigger."
"Leave me along, Rocky, stop it!" Rick pulled his arm,
trying to get away. Then he swung his other arm and hit Rocky on his lips,
hard!
Rocky roared, "Now you've had it." He gave Rick a hit in the
chest that threw him to the floor where he hit his head on a pipe just
above the floor. He crashed to the floor and lay there, unconscious and
unmoving.
"Oh, shit," Rocky got worried, "now I've done it." He
decided not to stick around because he didn't know where Jamal was. He
wrapped his towel around his waist, covering his rapidly sinking cock and
bulging buttocks and headed out. Just as he moved into the hall, he saw
Jamal and another guy come out of Rick's room. He turned the other way
from them and quickly reached his room which he entered and locked.
* * * * *
Jamal and Hardy entered their dorm room. No Rick.
"Jamal, where could he be?"
Jamal had been looking around. He pointed to Rick's bed,
"Hardy, those are the clothes Rick was going to wear today. Let's check
out the dorm bathroom."
He took off out the room door, turning left toward the bath
Hardy assumed and followed. Half way down the hall, a naked figure emerged
from the bath, only a towel around his waist.
"Jamal, do you know who that was?"
"I'm not sure, but I can find out. I know who's room he
entered."
The two men went in the bath door, immediately looking around
since they heard moaning in the shower room.
Turning the corner, Jamal and Hardy gasped when they saw Rick
lying on the tiled floor, moaning, seeming to be unconscious.
Jamal ran to Rick, cradling his head in his arms, "Baby, what
happened, wake up, love, talk to me."
Jamal held his naked lover in his arms, speaking soothing
sounds in his ear. Hardy turned on a cold shower head, which water sprayed
lightly on Rick, and Jamal of course. He would have to change, too.
"Oooh, my head," he groaned, slowly awakening. He looked at
Jamal and Hardy. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Honey, you were supposed to be at the RV by now. We came
searching for you. Can you remember what happened?"
"Oh yes, it was that fucking jock, Rocky Krupko, the most
bigoted, intolerant guy in this dorm. He is always making smart ass
remarks about Jamal and me." He grabbed Jamal's hand, pulled it to his lips
and kissed it. Jamal put his head over Rick's and tenderly lowered his
lips to Rick's. "How you doin', baby. Are you hurting?"
"Jamal, let's get Ricky back to your room, he's getting
cold. Then we'll see how we think he is. And you need to change clothes."
Jamal carried his lover gently but solidly to his chest,
holding his naked body tightly in his arms. He made a strict promise not
to leave Rick alone ever, or take him along.
Hardy meanwhile called Matt at the Music Building, "Matty,
Jamal and I found Rick unconscious on the shower room floor. He told us
just what happened, and he seems to have met up with the dorm bully who
probably put him out."
"How does look and sound, Hardy?"
"I don't think that he's badly hurt. Probably his head hurts
like hell since he must have fallen or been pushed, but he is talking
coherently and seems okay. We'll get him dressed and I think we better
stop at the College Infirmary just to have the nurse look at him. I don't
think we need to go to Emergency, they might want to keep him."
"That's good, Hardy, we will wait. Our arrival at the hotel
is secured by my credit card. I'm glad I put an extra day in our schedule.
We'll watch Ricky carefully on the trip, and I'm sure Jamal will be taking
good care of him."
"Jamal, Matt said to get him dressed and over to the Music
building, after we stop to see the nurse." He turned to look straight at
Rick, "I want you to tell us if you notice anything nasty, especially if
you feel nauseous or have an attack of any sort, okay?"
Rick smiled his best, just glowing all over, "I will, Hardy,
I'm feeling better already."
Hardy turned away, then swung immediately back, sat next to
Rick and held him tight. "We will get Mr. Krupko when we get back. He's
not getting away with this persecution and abuse." He brushed his lips on
Rick's, smiling to his friend. "Do you have any bags still to go to the
bus?" Rick indicated he didn't. Meanwhile, Jamal was exchanging his wet
clothes for dry.
Within half an hour, Rick had been dressed, a job that Hardy
loved to watch, and the three men were at the Music Building, saying 'hi'
to everyone.
Hardy talked to Matt, "We stopped at the Infirmary and Sean,
the nurse, said he looked fine. A little bump on his head and he wasn't out
very long. He suggested aspirin for a while. So here we are."
Matt raised his voice, "Okay folks, we're all ready and it's
a 'GO'."
Todd had finished the loading while Jamal was finding Rick.
He watched as Jamal and Hardy got Rick in the RV, out of his clothes and
into the bed in the back.
Rick smiled wickedly, "I seem to be always getting naked for
you, Jamal, we better watch or people will talk."
Todd, the other roadie, spoke to Jamal, "Man, you take care
of Rick, I'll take care of everything else. Okay?" Todd smiled and squeezed
Jamal's shoulder.
Jamal said 'thanks' and pulled up the covers over his lover
and kissed him passionately, holding him close to his chest, caressed his
hair.
Jamal stayed in that bedroom in the RV all the way to
Washington, a trip of ten hours, all on interstates. After a while, he
took off his shoes and crawled on the bed next to Rick. He put his arm
around Rick and held him close. The swaying of the coach aided his attempt
to go to sleep. Before he slept, he told Rick, "Ricky, I'm so sorry I
wasn't with you today. I should have been there to protect you, love. It
won't happen again, believe me, I will always be at your side from now on."
Rick had already fallen asleep, and Jamal promised himself he would repeat
that to him when he awoke, but he hoped he had understood him through his
hazy conscious state.
Jamal felt better and slept while they traveled the Ohio
Turnpike to meet the Pennsylvania Turnpike as far as the Breezewood
exchange where they headed south on Interstate 70 toward the District of
Columbia. Actually, Jamal woke by the time the RV met the Pennsylvania
Turnpike and watched Rick sleep while still having lunch, conversed with
the rest of the company, and helped Todd serve when he could.
The RV hadn't stopped because the food was all on board and
Todd did a good job of serving everyone. The bathroom helped give everyone
relief. All of the Dukes and Duchess, Little Jeff, Big Jeff, Rick, Roger
and Christine, plus Todd, Jamal, Hardy and Matt were fed good food, some of
which Todd warmed in the galley aboard the RV. He still had enough to give
them a light meal in the evening. Also, plenty of soda pop and munchies
were stowed on board for snacks.
Technically, Todd wasn't a member of the Dukes, however he
was the partner and lover of trombonist Roger Adams who took Hardy's place
when he advanced to be the director of the group. Everyone loved Todd, a
tall, dark haired young man, who had been rejected by his mother, an
instructor at Windsor College. Matt had tried to patch it up between them,
but his mother, Carol Fowler, refused to believe that Todd was gay or that
if he was, he wasn't going to stay that way. She wanted him to see a
psychiatrist she knew who could have him 'cured'.
Todd and Roger were deeply in love, very compatible and
congenial, and they lived at the farm house with the Ridgways. Todd had
originally been hired by them to take care of Steve's two boys, Jacob and
Joshua, who adored him and he them. Todd had been crushed when the boys
were kidnaped. Fortunately, they were found within a week, unharmed
physically though they needed a lot of love and affection to restore them
to the family.
When Roger had been elevated from 'roadie' to being the Duke
trombone, Todd had taken his partner's place as a helper of the Dukes and
Duchess of Windsor. He had worked out very well, especially since Hardy's
mother was also at the farmhouse so she could care for the boys when Todd
had to be gone. In September, just two months away, Jacob would be
starting first grade in the Williams County school system. Steve and Matt
were unable to believe that Jacob could be that old. He was too young to
leave home every day for school.
* * * * *
After leaving Pennsylvania on Interstate 70, the Dukes rode
onto 270 headed for the national capitol. They picked up Interstate 295 on
the northwest side of Washington, finally joining Interstate 66 from the
west leading them directly into their goal.
Mike and Brian had splurged on the Dukes for their stay by
booking all eight into The Watergate Hotel on Virginia Avenue very near the
Watergate complex where Mike's apartment was located. They reserved two
suites for them, two bedrooms and two beds in each suite, Jacuzzi pools and
saunas. Christine was given a one bedroom private suite just for her, yet
they also assumed the others would spend much of their down time in her
room.
Rick had awakened as they entered the state of Maryland, just
resting while Jamal lay beside him, talking quietly, repeating what he had
said to Rick as he was going to sleep.
"Jamie, don't worry about it. It was my fault, too. I
should have gotten up and gone with you. I was so scared, just hoping you
would come and save me." Rick had tears in his eyes, as did Jamal. They
cuddled and Jamal gave Rick plenty of kisses and hugs.
"No, Ricky, I should have forced you out of bed. But .." he
smiled, "you were looking so cute asleep there, I couldn't make you get
up." He gave Rick a firm stare, "Next time I will take you with me
everywhere. And that's a promise."
Rick giggled, "And I'll let you, my huggy bottom." He
snickered again when Jamal took offense to that, but when Rick patted his
outstanding butt, he forgave him. Jamal had his right hand under the
covers, holding Rick's cock and balls, lightly massaging them while they
lay together.
Hardy had been standing at the bedroom doorway, "Oh, jeez,
you guys, how much of that lovey-dovey stuff do we have to take." He
laughed at them, "Okay, I'm sorry, men, if you feel like getting up, Ricky,
we are in Maryland and soon will be entering the District."
Rick started to get out of bed, then, suddenly embarrassed,
he covered himself with the sheet. "I forgot I was naked, Hardy." Blushing,
"but if it's just us guys, I guess that's okay."
With an affectionate smile from Hardy, he got out of bed and
looked for his clothes. Suddenly, everyone on the RV was in the bedroom,
watching Rick hunt for his clothes. When he noticed, he clasped his hands
over his genitals, rather too late. He put one hand on his forehead, not
realizing that his other hand couldn't hold his whole package, especially
since his cock had risen considerably.
Rick looked down, "Oh what the hell, stare if you want." He
continued searching until he was completely dressed again. They all
applauded him for his efforts, though some Dukes, including Christine,
yelled, "Take 'em off, take 'em all off."
Now Rick was really embarrassed, reddening from top to
bottom, but still smiling.
Jamal hugged his lover and pulled him into the living area of
the RV. They sat together in a wide captain's chair to look out the
windows. Everybody else let them alone, going back to their own pursuits
whatever. Most were getting excited to be nearing Washington and the day
of their performance for the President of the United States.
* * * * *
When their RV let them off at The Watergate Hotel, the nine
musicians carried their luggage up to the desk. Brian Whitlow leaned
languidly against the desk, "Hi Dukes and Duchess, welcome to Washington.
Guys and Chris, everything is taken care of and I'll pass out the keys when
we get upstairs. Big Jeff and Little Jeff, Roger and Todd will take Suite
10 and Matt and Hardy, Rick and Jamal will take Suite 11 with Christine on
her own in Suite 12. I hope you enjoy yourselves here, if you want
anything, you may order from Room Service and that will be taken care of.
At least that's what Mike Keith told me. You can head up to your rooms
now."
Brian held Matt back, "Matt, I assumed you would want Rick in
your suite. He looks good but you never know with head injuries. However,
he does have seventy two hours to recover and I would guess he'll do fine.
"Thanks, Brian, you take such good care of us." He put his
arm around Brian's broad and heavy shoulders, "You are a wonder, my friend,
and we are so pleased to have you."
He got a sober look on his face, "Our helping you is part of
Mike's remembrance of Bryan Howard, his late friend. I met him and know
how close Mike was to him just before his car accident."
"Okay, Brian, we'll thank Mike too. See you later."
"Oh, one more thing, are all your people over twenty-one?"
"Yes, all except Todd O'Brien but he looks older."
"He probably won't have any problem, they don't worry about
it too much here. Have a good time. Both Mike and I will be at the
performance on Friday." He chuckled, "I'm Mike's spouse at this function.
Don't know how the Pres will take that. Maybe he'll never know. He lived
through learning you and Hardy were married, so maybe this won't faze him."
* * * * *
The historic Watergate Hotel was on Virginia Avenue near the
Watergate Complex where Mike had his apartment. Mike wangled an invitation
from the White House to the Friday night Gala for the English diplomats and
was allowed a ticket for one guest which of course would be Brian. He had
planned to fly in on Thursday night by Learjet. Actually, Brian flew in on
Tuesday afternoon and just beat the Dukes arrival at the hotel. His
sponsorship of Windsor College through Matt and Hardy, helping the Dukes
and the whole music department was close to his heart and Mike's.
Brian called Matt's room to ask him to have everyone in his
room as soon as he could. He would be there within a half hour to talk
about plans. Brian waited in the lobby to meet Hunter Huntington who soon
arrived to inform the whole gang about the next three days of activities.
"Hi Hunter, good to see you again." He smiled and looked
toward Hunter's rear end, "I guess you recovered from the night with Hardy
Wolfe."
"Man, Brian, I still walk a little funny. I told my boss I
had pulled a muscle in my back, but I didn't mention which one." He grinned
back at Brian. "No matter if I hurt, it was worth ten times more hurt."
"Good. Oh, the Dukes and all are in Matt room, so we better
get up there."
"Lead on, Brian."
* * * * *
The Dukes and extras were sitting around Matt's suite,
waiting to hear what they are to do. Brian and Hunter stood in front of
them, "Lady and gentlemen, this hunk beside me is Hunter Huntington, White
House advisor on entertainment at White House events." All said 'Hi'.
"Hi all, we are all so pleased that you have agreed to
perform for the State Department Gala Friday night and we hope you enjoy
your experience and visit to Washington.
"Tomorrow we have scheduled a tour of Washington for you
all. Since you are used to your RV, we will use it tomorrow but with a
different driver who knows the city. Most of the time we will be driving
by the monuments, we usually don't stop. At least you will see a lot of
buildings on the way.
"Any questions so far?" No one has any.
"After lunch, we will stop at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial,
next to the Lincoln Memorial and will spend at least a half an hour there.
You will get off the RV there. The Korean Veterans Memorial is close also.
I would imagine most of you would have parents or grandfathers or other
relatives involved with those struggles of our country.
"We will leave by nine tomorrow morning and will have a
breakfast buffet set up here in the hotel at 8 am.. I guess that's it for
now. If you have personal places you want to see, please wait until
Saturday. Remember, none of you should go out alone. You must go in pairs,
or even better, groups of fours. Does everyone understand that and why we
require it?" Hunter looked into the eyes of each of the Dukes, seeking and
receiving their acknowledgment.
Brian stood beside Hunter, "Are there any questions? It
would be better if you do not go to extremes with your clothing. Set a good
example. You don't need to go formal, but please don't go trashy. Okay?"
He waited while they all nodded in agreement. "Before you head for bed and
sleep, I'd like to introduce each of you to Hunter, so he can get to know
you." He smiled, "BJ and LJ, come on up."
The boys walked up to Brian and Hunter. Brian said, "Hunter,
this is Big Jeff and to his right is Little Jeff. Fine tuba and trumpet.
You may be confused because Big Jeff is so much shorter than Little
Jeff. I'll just say it depends on your yardstick. Think about it." Brian
smiled at the boys who shook Hunter's hand with poise and friendliness.
Hunter thanked them, then looked at Rick and Roger as Brian
introduced them. He asked Rick how he felt, then said if he thought he
should rest tomorrow, he could. Or he could come on the RV and rest in the
bed whenever. He tried to get the names in his head, though he was noted
for his amazing memory for names and faces. He had to, he was a politician.
Christine was next, dazzling Hunter with her beauty and
vitality. "Hi Christine, I'm very pleased to meet you. I've heard the
Duchess is the icing on the Dukes of Windsor cake and I do believe that."
He held Christine's hand, "Chris, do you know someone named Lord Ballard?
I met him the other day, and he thought your name seemed familiar."
"No sir, I don't know the name. My father used to do
business in England and I sometimes would travel with him and my mother.
But that name is not one I remember. Maybe if we could meet, I might
realize I know him. How old would he be?"
"I really don't know, Christine, but probably in his early
twenties."
She nodded, but turned away looking puzzled.
Since Hunter knew Hardy very well, he then met Jamal Woods
and Todd O'Brien. Before he left, he reviewed his remembrance of their
names.
"See you in the morning, Matt, I'll be here in time for
breakfast. I love to eat on you guys, you do meals up right."
* * * * *
After meeting Hunter, the Dukes went to their own rooms,
getting ready for bed. Matt was particularly concerned by Rick who didn't
seem very well that evening. He and Hardy had undressed completely since
they always slept together nude. Instead of sliding into bed, Matt needed
to talk to Rick. They had to have him in good shape for Friday's
performance.
Hardy has made it into the bed, so Matt gave him a quick kiss
before he went across the living room into Rick and Jamal's bedroom. Jamal
had undressed, including his bikini briefs, so he was naked walking around
the bedroom. Matt had never seen Jamal naked, but he was very impressed
with his slender yet muscular physique, good enough to exhibit plenty of
signs of a hot hunk. His smooth skin was tan like coffee with a large dose
of cream, filled with the warmth of the sun. Lovely buttocks.
Jamal noticed Matt watching him and smiled. At that point
Jamal decided not to wear anything to bed. He sat on his side of the king
sized bed, watching Matt sitting beside Rick on the other side. He had
never seen Matt naked before and was highly affected by his handsome body
and especially his soft cock. Jamal was sure it would be huge when hard.
"How do you feel, Rick, just tired or more than tired?"
"I'm okay, Matt, honest, yes I am a little tired."
"Please, Rick, we want to have you well by Friday, really
well. This is Tuesday so we have time, I'm sure." He laid his hand of Rick
forehead. "You feel a bit too warm."
Rick looked somewhat embarrassed. "Matt, I do have to admit
that I've got a terrible headache, almost making me sick to my stomach."
Matt held one of Rick's hands in his, "Ricky, I'm going to
call to the desk for a doctor. There may be nothing wrong, but it won't
hurt to check." He looked into Rick's eyes which drooped a bit, "I do have
to ask if that is all right with you, is it?"
"Sure, Dr. Matt, anything you say." He smiled bravely through
his pain.
* * * * *
Matt waited in the living room for the doctor who was
examining Rick, worrying about the young man. He was also furious about
the guy that pushed Rick, that Krupko. He wasn't sure what he could do,
but it was serious and he would get the guy. The doctor approached. Matt
had put on a hotel robe.
"Dr. Ridgway, I understand your situation, Jamal told me why
you are here and what is coming up." The doctor shook Matt's hand, "And I
think Rick will be all right. If he doesn't feel better by tomorrow
morning, we should really do some tests. No matter what, I think he should
stay in bed all day tomorrow if there is someone to stay with him."
"Doctor, there are eight people here who would be most
willing to stay with him. It will probably be me, since I want the kids to
enjoy themselves in Washington in addition to playing in the White House."
"Ricky has had a very hard knock to his head and while I
don't think there was any real damage, I don't want to take chances. If
there is any change to his condition, give me a call immediately." He
handed Matt a card, "This is my phone number, call anytime, day or night."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Reynolds, we appreciate your help."
After the doctor left, Matt went back to see Ricky and Jamal.
"What do you think, Jamal, is he a quack?"
"Hell no, that guy is a whiz. For some reason, he could tell
we were a gay couple, but I don't know how. Just because I was in bed with
Ricky, hugging and kissing him." He snickered.
"But he had a nice, wonderful bedside manner."
"Ricky, we do want you to stay in bed tomorrow all day. We
don't want to rush you into a full rehearsal without plenty of rest." He
grinned at Rick, "And, I will be your slave for the day, taking care of
you. However, there is one chore I refuse to do, and that's wipe your
bottom. Either you will stay dirty or do it yourself."
Rick flushed deep red all over, very evident because the
doctor had uncovered Rick to his knees. He was stuttering, too, unable to
get the words out.
"That's okay, Ricky, I'm sorry." He whispered, "Actually, I
would do anything you needed to have taken care of." Matt pulled Rick's
covers up to his neck, and even gave him a peck on his forehead. "Jamal
will be with you all night and will be very concerned with your
welfare. I'll be on duty after breakfast. Okay?"
Ricky looked at Matt, loving and appreciating. "Thanks, Matt,
I'm sure I'll be okay."
Jamal got in bed beside Rick, spooning him from behind,
holding him tenderly in his strong arms. The love between those two young
men was so tangible, very real. Matt got a bit choked up to see them
caressing each other. He inwardly wished them a safe, healthy and decent
life in the future. Somehow, he was sure they would make it. The gay life
together was full of pitfalls and hidden traps, but could be still a
wonderful relationship if they worked at it.
* * * * *
Wednesday from 9 am to 3 pm was spent touring Washington,
viewing the many government buildings, the Mall and Reflecting Pool.
Hunter had let them off to see the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and the Korean
Memorial. None of the Dukes had seen either and Matt had been insistent
they do so when they had the chance.
The Korean memorial affected each of them seeing the 19
poncho-clad eerily-standing soldiers, gloomy and silent but profoundly
effective in their appearance. However, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
stunned them with it's simplicity and deeply expressive polished black
granite wall with the thousands of names of those killed in the war. The
walls with the names inscribed thereon thundered with the horrendous sense
of loss, all those men and women gone forever.
Each of the Dukes read from one end of the memorial on each
wall, looking for names they might recognize, forced by their inner
conscience to seek those they knew. When they got to the end of the walls,
each one had found at least one deceased veteran from their memory. The
group stayed over an hour, but just couldn't leave quickly, so powerfully
influenced by the Wall were they.
Matt stayed at the hotel with Ricky, but had been to the
memorial before, and found his father's brother's name, Sgt. Morris
Ridgway, Uncle 'Mo. Matt and Steve never knew him, he served and died
before they were born. But the family remembrances were thick with stories
about Uncle 'Mo'. Matt had Ricky resting most of the time, but got him up
to the bathroom.
As he went into the small room, Rick smiled at Matt, "And,
Dr. Matt, you won't have to wipe my bottom." He shut the door.
After their lunch, they decided to nap and Matt lay behind
Ricky, comfortably spooned together and he held the young man to his body.
Rick eventually had pushed back into Matt's body, seeking his physical
aura. Later Rick told Matt that his presence gave him such a feeling of
warmth and contentment, just like his Mom or Dad used to hold him when he
was ill.
After a quiet, meditative group of Dukes regained the RV,
they held each other, consoling those in need. Hunter spoke to them while
they were heading back to the hotel.
"That is all of the tour today. Maybe you can see why I chose
to visit the memorials last. They are much more immediate than the
others." He paused, "Tomorrow, you will be free in the morning to shop
near the hotel. When you do go out, go in twos or better go in fours and
don't explore far from the hotel. In the afternoon Hardy has set up a
rehearsal for you in the ballroom of the hotel where you can go through
your routines without being bothered.." He looked to Hardy sitting in the
back with a very worried Jamal.
Hardy said, "I'd say the rehearsal would take about two
hours. Let's start at 2 pm and finish around 4 after which you are on your
own again until dinner in the hotel restaurant. Any questions?"
"What are we going to do tomorrow night?" Roger smiled,
looking at Todd with love and lust in his eyes. Todd returned the look.
Hunter smiled fondly at them, "Tomorrow night you are in for
a treat, we are going to Ford's Theater for a pre-New York performance of a
comedy that I think you will like. I saw it a couple of weeks ago and
enjoyed it. It is about a future President of the United States played by
comedian Rich Harris, who is making a complete mess of his administration."
He cautioned, "Now before you make remarks about previous or present
holders of the office, this is all fiction!" He smiled as the group
groaned in disbelief. "Honest, I'm sure you will like. And it is something
to tell the folks at home.
"Also, tomorrow, Mike Keith has invited us to his Watergate
apartment for a short get- together after the play and before your big
night. I said we'd all go assuming you want to?" His voice raised as a
question, seeking an answer. They all expressed a willing desire to go.
"Okay, guys and gal, back to the hotel. You haven't had a
chance to search the hotel yet. You will find many shops, most of those
will interest Christine, plus there are arcades loaded with electronic
games of all sorts. You can play them free if you show your room key.
Okay?"
Hunter had gotten them beyond their sad thoughts, he always
had to when he took a group to those two memorials. He wished all his
groups were as smart, quick and eager as this one.
Back at the motel, Jamal found his Ricky doing very well,
playing computer games with Matt on the room computer furnished by the
hotel. He also found out that Matt lost every game of every type they
played. He snickered a bit, then said he was going with Christine shopping
in the hotel mall of shops. He figured he'd have to wait while she tried
on every dress they had in her size.
The rest headed for the arcade. They couldn't believe getting
to play free because they were staying in the hotel. Challenges abound
between them, BJ against LJ, Todd against Roger and Hardy kibitzing all of
them.
* * * * *
That Wednesday evening the Dukes and Christine stayed in the
hotel, though most went to the arcade but not Rick and Jamal. They played
some computer games where Jamal won at least as many as he lost. After
Matt lost every game to Ricky, Jamal didn't want Ricky to get a swelled
head or superior attitude.
After the others left, Rick and Jamal played a while more.
They sat in desk chairs beside each other in front of the computer. Jamal
noticed that Rick kept caressing him, holding on to him. He assumed that
he needed reassurance of having his love with him physically.
While Jamal was trying desperately to save his character and
win the game, Rick kept caressing Jamal's inner thigh, dangerously close to
his now hard cock. . It was a struggle for him because it was not a game
he'd played before, and his concentration was definitely broken. At the
next click of the mouse, Jamal's character was dead!
"Oh hell, Ricky, I'm dead," he turned to face Rick, "and you
are the cause. Look what you've done to me." He pointed at the long bulge
in the inside of his pants leg. "Not that I really minded, but I wanted to
win something."
Rick smiled sweetly, "Jammie, you've already won something
wonderful ..... me!"
Jamal suddenly scooped up Rick in his arms and carried him
into their bedroom, lowering him on the bed. He walked back to close the
doors to the living room, turned and grinned evilly to Ricky, "Baby, you
are mine and I'm hoping we can play a different game now." He dropped to
the bed beside Rick, pulling Rick's slender body against his own, thrusting
his bulging crotch against Rick's.
Rick responded by embracing Jamal in his arms, caressing his
back and buttocks, favorite spots for him on his lover's body.
"Before we start anything, I have to know some things and you
must tell me honestly. Okay, Ricky?" Rick nodded seriously.
"Have you been dizzy since you experienced some this
morning?"
"No, Jamal, not since I first got up. Matt steadied me for a
while, but it went away soon."
"Have you had any more headaches? Nausea? Aching in your
body?"
"Again, I had a bit this morning but none after that?"
"You're sure, hon, this all means a lot of all of us. You
aren't covering up anything."
Rick moved his head close and kissed Jamal on his thin lips,
a gift from his white mother. "Honest, Jamie, I'm fine. And I desperately
want you to make love to me. We haven't done anything since Monday night."
"If you are sure, hon, I want to, too. I assume everyone
will respect the closed doors, it wouldn't be terrible if the others saw
us, but I'd prefer to keep our private lives ... private. Okay?"
Rick raised his body and threw himself on top of Jamal,
cuddling against his slender, muscular body. "Oh, Jamie, I love you so
much. I need to hold you and make love to you. I don't care what anybody
says, this is our life together and no bigots or racists are going to break
us up." He said that with a determined attitude, but immediately
questioned his statement, "They can't, can they, Jamie?"
Jamal held Rick as tightly as he was being held. "We aren't
going to let them, hon, they have no business being nasty to us. Mr Krupko
is going to get some big surprises when we get back to Windsor." He nuzzled
Rick's neck, "Now no more talk, lover, now we converse without talking,
just with out hands and lips."
Jamal stood by the bed and stripped naked. Rick was watching
avidly all the time, loving to see his Jamal's beautiful body, such a
wonderful color of skin and black hair. His head of hair was curly, but
cut quite short. He had a small patch of black hair between his pecs, and
around his brown nipples which poked out since he was aroused.
Rick searched out his shapely body, from wide shoulders to
prominent buttocks, curving into alluring arcs of solid yet supple cheeks.
In front Rick checked his 'innie' belly button and the trail of sparse
black hair leading to his pubes, also black and curly, but Rick knew the
bush was so soft and silken.
Then he got to view the large cock hanging between his legs
over his big ball sack. The head was peeking from the foreskin, slightly
moist and almost full. Jamal's cock was long but not fully erect, it
dangled, moving slightly with his heart beat. His penis was a little darker
than his complexion, but not by much.
Rick couldn't wait, he sat at the edge of the bed, facing
Jamal. His arms reached out to cup the small, yet tempting buttocks, and
pulled Jamal to him. As his lover came close, Rick opened his mouth and
captured his cock on his tongue, licking the foreskin and pushing it back.
Even though the cock was not hard or full, it was still a significant
mouthful for Rick to inhale.
Jamal was moaning, his sensitive cock wallowing in Rick's
warm, wet mouth and active, raspy tongue while his fingers were lightly
feeling Rick's head, urging Rick to further creativity. Rick's tongue was
trying to run underneath the foreskin, tasting the unusual flavors of
Jamal's cock and pre-cum, his maleness and just a touch of urine. Rick
loved the sample of his lover's personal scent, and the texture of his
ultra sensitive cock head, plus the softness and silkiness for the foreskin
itself.
Jamal regretfully pulled his cock from Rick's mouth, but for
an urgent purpose. He wanted to undress Rick himself. That was
accomplished quickly to have Rick down to his naked skin, his light
pinkish-tan complexion and developed muscularity. Rick's pecs were square
and flat, but pushed forward from his chest, his pink nipples drooping over
the edge. Jamal stared greedily at his lover's bare flesh, each curve and
depth of muscle drew him. When Rick was completely undressed, Jamal closed
with him embracing him with his arms and body.
Jamal suggested that they lay on the bed. He was concerned
with Rick's energy, whether their playing might wear him out.
"Jamie, I'm not worn out, but it would be good to lay down."
He smiled, "Let's 69, okay?" He lay on the bed with his head toward the
foot while Jamal lay in the reverse position. Each one wasted no time to
inhale the other's rigid, hot red cock into their mouths and to the
throats.
Rick pulled Jamal's foreskin slowly toward the base in his
pubes. Revealing Jamal's red-brown, spongy cockhead, Rick licked its
shiny, satiny surface, laving the whole area with as much saliva as he
could produce. Jamal's head was sweet and clean even though loaded with
pre-cum. He continued on to push his mouth down to Jamal's pubes, gradually
sinking the head down his throat. His tongue was continually caressing the
surface of the cock from base to head. "Ricky, that's so good, I love when
you tongue my cock, almost as much as when I make love to your ass. Don't
stop!"
Jamal pulled Rick's left knee toward him until it supported
his head while he licked Rick's cockhead with the tip of his tongue. The
rigid cock jumped and twitched and Rick hummed under his breath. Jamal was
gripping Rick's buttocks, cupping them with his fingers that often slid
between into his trench, squeezing them in his passion. One fingertip
lightly flitted over his asshole itself, feeling the sweat and bodily
moisture and pushing gently into it.
Both young men worked harder to suck the other to a wild
orgasm, spewing their cum into their mouths, thrust after thrust and shot
after shot continued until their passion was satisfied. Their hands
caressed and gripped their bodies, especially their buttocks, taut and
strained to shove the seed through their system.
After a few moments they lay back, breathing heavily trying
to relax their stressed muscles, yet they still rubbed each other's naked
flesh to love. Jamal lifted Ricky around so they'd be face to face and
began to lovingly kiss his partner, his love, his Ricky. Rick returned the
kisses and explored Jamal's mouth to find his tongue, to fence with the
slick, strong muscle.
Jamal raised his head above Rick's, "How you doin', love?
Are you still okay?"
"Jamie, I'm more than okay, babe, I'm ecstatic, gloriously in
your sexual power, my friend. Now, I know I'm fine." He turned his head
to look into Jamal's black eyes, "You know, I'm feeling great, hon. To be
really well, I know I need you to make love to my ass, please?"
Jamal rolled on top of Rick, "If you are sure, hon, I think
that's a great idea." He jumped up out of the bed, "Wait a minute." Jamal
went to the desk in their room, found a large piece of paper and a pen,
wrote on the paper and stuck it on the outside of their door with some tape
he found. After he closed the door, he ran and jumped back in bed with
Rick, his cock hard again, flopping as he ran.
"What did you put on that paper, Jamal?"
"I said I'm taking your temperature," and he giggled like a
kid. "But I didn't say where."
"You're bad," he joined Jamal in his giggle, and he felt
Jamal's fingers checking out his asshole, getting ready to insert his long
red hot thermometer, hard enough to pierce steel.
"And I love you, Jamal."
"And I love you back," Jamal answered.
* * * * *
When the rest of the Dukes got back to the room that night,
they noticed the sign on Rick and Jamal's door. Some got the idea
immediately and some didn't and had to have it explained. . Matt was going
to knock to see for himself how Rick was, but decided not to do that. If
Jamal was taking Rick's temperature rectally with his cock, Rick must be
just fine.
The rest also went to bed to get plenty of rest since they
had a big day on Thursday; practice in the afternoon, show at Ford's
Theatre in the evening, then the party at Mike's apartment.
* * * * *
During the morning on Thursday the Dukes found a place where
they could practice individually since they hadn't touched their horns for
three days. Since there wasn't a convention in the hotel at the time, they
spread out in a large meeting room off the mezzanine mainly to warm up and
get their embouchure a workout. They purposely did not practice the music
they would be doing Friday night. If they did that, they would end up
playing the same music at the same time, just like the whole group
rehearsal that afternoon in the main ballroom. That would defeat the
purpose of their individual practice.
They all enjoyed a light lunch in the coffee shop of the
hotel. Well, except for Roger who had almost as much as all the others put
together. "I'm just a growing boy," he told the others when chided. Matt
and Hardy joined them, partly to answer any questions about the afternoon
rehearsal and the evening's entertainment.
That afternoon in the main ballroom Hardy and Matt watched as
they went through the entire half hour routine. The Dukes didn't have
their regular stage setting in the hotel but would in the White House,
Hardy had already checked that. That hotel ballroom was like many hotel
meeting rooms, very long with a high ceiling, and wall to wall carpeting on
the floor. Carpeting stifles musical sounds, deadening the reverberation
effect until there is no echo at all. Hardy also knew that the East
Ballroom was not like that so their program should go well. He was a
worrier but usually could suppress it until it went away.
For another half hour, Hardy went over the problem areas he'd
noticed, some late entrances, even a couple missed entrances and cutoffs
were ragged, not precise. The whole group went through the routine as a
final run through. Matt and Hardy watched critically while Jamal and Todd
observed. When they had finished one number, before they started the next,
Jamal went to Hardy and mentioned some note mistakes in the previous
piece. They didn't create a harsh dissonance, but still weren't correct.
Hardy got out the score of that selection and checked. "By
god, you are right, Jamal, thanks. I guess I got used to hearing the wrong
notes." Hardy broke into the rehearsal to repeat the previous number,
pointing out where the corrections should take place.
"Guys," Hardy started, "if you're pushed to give an encore, I
would bet it will be to replay the last number, probably by the
President. We can play our usual encore if necessary."
As the rehearsal continued, Matt noticed two men come in the
far end of the meeting room. He decided to walk back to them, finally
recognizing Hunter Huntington and a tall, slender gentleman with an aura of
aristocracy and a patrician quality though he was a handsome young man.
"Hi, Matt, good to see you and I'm very pleased to hear your
Dukes. They sound great. I would like to introduce Lord Ballard, one of
the diplomats here for the meetings." He looked at Charles, "This is
Dr. Matthew Ridgway, originator and former director of the Dukes."
"How do you do, Lord Ballard, very pleased to meet
you. Welcome to Washington and to the United States. If you are around long
enough, we would be pleased to have you visit our farm home in Windsor. How
long are you here for?"
"Matt, please call me Charles, will you?" He blushed a bit,
"I'm still not used to the title, or the position. I believe we leave in
the middle or end of next week, depending on the progress our conference."
He smiled at Matt, then looked at the Dukes, still playing. "Matt, would
you mind if I were to speak to Christine Griffith. I have a feeling I may
know her."
"Of course you can, let's move closer so you can see if you
recognize her."
Matt, Charles and Hunter walked within 20 feet of the group.
Matt was watching Chris as were Hunter and Charles. "Hmm, I don't know,
Matt." He gazed steadily at Chris who suddenly stared back. She stopped
playing and lowered her horn carefully to the floor. The other Dukes kept
playing, wondering what she was doing.
Chris began slowly to walk toward the three men, trying to
bring them into her focus. At a range of maybe 15 feet, Chris stopped, bent
into a classic jump off and ran to Charles, practically knocking him off
his feet. He put one foot behind him and wrapped his arms around Chris as
she did the same to him and hugged him tightly.
"Charles, it is you, isn't it? If it isn't, tell me so I'll
quit making a fool of myself." Her grin broadened to show every one of her
beautiful teeth. Her eyes were becoming very moist, almost ready to drop
tears on her cheeks. Charles was at least 8 inches taller than Chris, so
she had to put her head back to look at his face.
"Chrissie, it's you, and yes, it's me. I'm so pleased to see
you, I've loved you forever. I was afraid I'd lost you for good." He swung
them around in a circle on the soft carpet. He stopped and bent to give
her a fervid kiss, a hello and I love you kiss.
Matt whispered to Hunter, "Let's give them some room, Hunt,
at least for a little bit."
The Dukes gradually stopped playing, standing with their
mouths gaping wide, their jaws dropped completely. The young men started
whispering to each other. "What is Chrissie doing?" "More important, who
is she doing it to?" "Hey, he's a looker, isn't he?" "She seems to know
him." "He's a Lord from England, they said"
"Oh, Chrissie, I've missed you so much. There is no one in
England as wonderful, as beautiful, as much a Lady as you. I'm so sorry we
didn't keep up our correspondence, but I do want to make up for it."
"And you are going to do just that, my Charles. Just stand
right there for a minute."
Chris left Charles and headed for Matt. "Matt, dear Matt,
Charles and I ... well, we were ... oh hell, can you get another ticket to
the show at Ford's Theatre tonight? For Charles, 'cause he's coming with
us. He doesn't know it yet, but he is. Can you, can you, Matt?"
Matt grinned broadly at Chris, "Of course Chris, anything for
you." He winked, "But, do you know his name right now?"
"Charles Allingham, I used to know him when I was in England
about eight years ago."
"Get ready for a shock, Chris, his name now is Lord Ballard."
That shut Chris up. She turned to look at Charles, standing
there, looking at her.
"I'll be damned. I knew his father was a big wheel in
London, but not that big. I guess that would mean his father has died,
right?"
Matt nodded, "I'm no expert, but I believe that's the way it
goes. Now go back to him and ask him politely if he would care to join us
at Ford's theatre tonight. If he says he can't, then beg him, plead with
him, then use your most wily feminine charms. Okay?"
Chris hugged Matt, then turned to hurry to Charles. She
hugged him, too, and asked him.
"Christine, I would be delighted to accompany you and your
group tonight." He didn't tell her it was either go with her or go to a
stuffy diplomatic meeting for which he would become quite ill. He
certainly didn't mention that he saw the play the night before. This was
his Christine. He bend down again to give her another kiss. He wasn't going
to let her go a second time. To hell with Mater. She wanted him to marry
an English woman.
He glanced toward the Dukes to see the six young men with
glowering expressions headed for him and Chris. He got a little
nervous. "Ah, Christine, we're going to have some company." He nodded
toward the advancing troop.
"Charles, don't worry. These guys are my lovers, platonic of
course, but they all love me and protect me all the time. My knights in
shining armor." She smiled toward the guys and beckoned to them.
Where Chris and Charles were standing, the Dukes sort of
formed a curved battle line in front of them. They really didn't have
friendly faces.
"Now, guys, this is Charles Allingham, also Lord Ballard,
whom I met eight years ago in London, and is in Washington on a diplomatic
mission for his country. We have kept a sort of correspondence over the
years but irregular since we both had responsibilities, school and such.
Now I want to introduce you to him. Charles, these are my lovers. First,
we have Big Jeff and Little Jeff. Big Jeff is the little one. Think about
it." Charles looked puzzled.
"Here, I'd like you to meet Jamal Woods, a cousin of Tiger
Woods."
Charles spoke, "Is that right, Jamal? What is your
handicap?"
Jamal looked at him in confusion and final answered, "Well,
my handicap is that I have webs between all my toes. Helps with the water
hazards, but no where else. I don't play golf." Again Charles looked
baffled.
Then Rick was introduced, "I need to let you know, for all of
us, we all love Chris and are very protective of her. And we get jealous
easily. We'll be talking to you more later."
"Finally, this is Roger, he's my most devoted lover and sort
of keeps me in line.
Charles shook hands with Roger and his eyes cringed in some
pain. He was afraid Roger would break his hand. Pushing a pen all the time
didn't develop strong hands. He figured out that Roger was the hunk of the
group, muscles everywhere.
"Pleased to meet you, Lard Ball-yard. As Rick said, Chris
has been our girl for quite a while now and we won't let her go with just
anyone, see you later."
Now, Charles was a bit anxious about the situation.
Finally, the last Duke was Todd O'Brien. Chris wrapped her
arms around him and dragged him up to Charles.
"Charles, this is Todd, my favorite lover because he is such
a poet and dreamer. He lives with Matt Ridgway and his brother, Steven, who
has two little boys, Jacob and Joshua. They have a huge farmhouse near
Windsor and most of us live with them. I haven't been able to get away
from my parents, so I still live at home."
"Chris, I'm very impressed with your Dukes and especially
with your music. What a wonderful mixture of ancient and present day
compositions. I love it." He leaned close, "And I love you very much, dear
Chrissie."
The Dukes had returned to retrieve their horns to get back to
their rooms. "Charles, I have to take care of my horn, it's too precious
to leave in anyone else's care. I'll see you at the theatre tonight,
right?"
"Yup." Charles had been watching old American television. He
and Chris hugged and said 'see you later'.
* * * * *
Hunter managed to get a couple of tickets for the performance
that night. Matt and Hardy took those seats so Charles could sit with Chris
and the Dukes. The seats for the two men were in a box at the side of the
auditorium, similar to the one in which Lincoln was murdered.
Actually they were pleased because they could sit behind the
low curtain between them and the stage, and the audience for that matter.
They could even hold hands, which they did through the whole play.
All the Dukes enjoyed the production, Matt and Hardy
included. Even Charles found parts he had missed the night before. They
all met in front of the theatre where their limo waited right at the curb.
All ten in the group could fit inside easily to get back to Mike and
Brian's apartment in the Watergate complex.
* * * * *
When all the guests in the White House East Ballroom were
ready on Friday night, Hunter gave the Dukes a nod and they moved onto the
stage at one end of the long, tall room. They were greeted with applause,
at least polite if not particularly encouraging.
They bowed to the audience, noticing the President sitting in
the front row with the First Lady, giving them the first case of nerves any
of them had ever been inflicted with. Quickly taking their positions for
the first number, Rigaudon by Campra, Roger gave the nod and they started
in perfect order, no one late or early. After a couple of minutes, the
music modulated into a new key to a brief arrangement of Fanfare for the
Common Man by Aaron Copland. Most of the audience were able to recognize
that and the applause was much more responsive.
Hunter Huntington had his script with which he told the
audience what had just been played. The Dukes continued in a quick pace
because they only had a half hour for their program. The applause seem to
build in excitement and volume as the program continued. For their last
number they played an arrangement of an early English Consort which segued
into the four songs of Texas, The Streets of Laredo, The Yellow Rose of
Texas, The Eyes of Texas are Upon You and Deep in the Heart of Texas.
When they finished that last song, everyone was on their feet
including the President and the First Lady. They bowed and bowed, smiling
in pride with their accomplishment. All the male Dukes got close to Chris
and kissed her which aroused the men in the audience to a roar that filled
the room. The Dukes held hands in a straight line, bowed again and started
to leave the stage.
"No, No" the audience yelled, "Encore, encore"
The Dukes stopped, not sure what to do. Hunter looked to the
President who beckoned him to his side. "Hunter, please have them play the
last number again. I would appreciate it." He smiled broadly at Hunter and
the Dukes. "First, Hunter, introduce the two directors and would the Dukes
stay on stage afterward, my wife and I would like to meet them."
"Yes, Mr. President."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems you have requested an encore
and the President has asked for a repeat of the last number, so here they
are, The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor from Windsor College of Windsor,
Ohio."
More applause filled the ball room, shaking the hanging
chandeliers.
When the Dukes were motionless with their instruments at the
ready, the audience was quieted. Hunter began, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it
is my pleasure to introduce the two directors of this fine group, first, Dr
Matthew Ridgway, head of the Music Department of Windsor and originator of
the Dukes, second, Hardy Wolfe, instructor of music and main Director of
the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor."
Matt and Hardy noticed that the President was whispering to
his wife, and wondered if he were telling her the two directors were
married. Enthusiastic applause greeted the two men as they stood up by the
stage and bowed. Both very pleased of their reception and proud of their
young people. They both waved an arm toward the quintet of brass
performers. As they sat, the Dukes again lined up for the encore.
After the second rendition of Texas songs, they accepted an
avalanche of applause, yells and whistles and bowed many times. Finally,
the President stepped toward the platform and raised his arms. The
audience quieted and settled down in their chairs.
"I am very pleased to have had this wonderful group playing
for us tonight, I enjoyed the encore especially, but also the other
numbers. I know you did, too. Thank you for coming and good night."
The President turned to the Dukes and made for Christine
immediately.
"You are ...?"
"Christine Griffith, Mr. President."
"Christine, did your father work in the diplomatic corps? A
number of years ago?"
"Yes, sir, he spent many weeks in London and we met many
wonderful people there."
The President shook hands with the Dukes themselves,
commenting to each one about the excellence of their group and the most
unusual program. By that time Lord Ballard had found his way to the stage.
He stood by the President, waiting for a change to talk to Chris.
"Hi, Lord Ballard," he smiled broadly, "Do you happen to know
one of these people?"
"Yes, Mr. President, I knew the Duchess in London but we
haven't met in quite a while."
"I hope you all are going to celebrate this evening."
"Yes, sir," the Dukes responded with enthusiasm and
expectancy.
The president left to follow the audience of his guests.
Immediately, Chris fell into Charles' arms, hugging him and
crying tears of joy and delight. Then she left Charles and pulled all the
Dukes into a big hug. Actually it was all the men surrounding Chris,
loving their Chris. They eyed Charles with distrust and suspicion.
Matt and Hardy then got a chance to hug the Dukes and
Duchess, congratulating them on a spectacular performance, thanking them
for their devotion and hard work.
Matt spoke quietly to them, "There is something in the wind
for the Fall about the Dukes taking a trip overseas to perform. No more
than that so far. By the way your scholarships and all continue during the
summer until school starts. You do have the next three week off of Dukes
duties to enjoy yourselves. Stay at the farmhouse if you want, or go where
you will. We do want to get some good practice in August, too, when you
are back. Okay, we'll get our limo back to Mike Keith's apartment. Ah," he
looked to Charles, "plenty of room for Charles, too." He smiled at Chris
and hugged her as did Hardy.
* * * * *
After the party at Mike's had been in full swing for a while,
the Dukes pulled Charles away from Chris in Mike's apartment. They led him
into Mike's bedroom and locked the door.
Roger had been asked to M.C. this affair. "Charlie, we are
here to judge you, we love Chris and are her protectors. I would seem as if
she wants you, so we are here to make sure you are what she wants. Fair
enough?"
Charlie nodded solemnly.
"I tell you what, we want to challenge you to a puzzle. Did
you know we are all gay? And we each have a partner who is in this room."
Charlie couldn't believe it. None of them was anything like any gay man
he's seen.
"If you can put us together each of us with our partner, then
we won't need to see your penis. Otherwise ???" He spread his arms, "Here
you have LJ, BJ, Rick, me, Jamal, Todd. There really aren't too many
permutations. So go ahead."
Rather anxious not to have to show his penis, Charlie put LJ
and Jamal, Rick and BJ, and Roger and Todd.
"Well, you got one right." LJ and Rick changed
places. "Sorry Charles but you are going to have to show your penis -
hard."
"Oh, I don't think so," was his determined
statement. Actually, Charlie was so hot and filled with lust for these men,
but he didn't want to seem eager.
"Well, Charles, Chris specifically asked for this. Chris
accidentally happened to see my cock at its hardest. She told us her 'man
had to have a bigger cock than mine.. How badly do you want Chris,
Charles?"
"You know that we are all gay, and, more important, we
already have our man. Contrary to what many believe, we are all monogamous
and do NOT look for other men. So, Charlie, you are safe!" "Okay?"
Charles looked around at the six good looking men surrounding
him. In his inner heart, he was thinking he'd wouldn't mind having sex with
all of them. He was bisexual, but had it under control, he thought. As if
they were reading his mind, Roger asked if Charlie had ever had sex with a
man.
"Yes, in school."
"How about after you were out of school?"
"Occasionally."
"Are you sure you can be a total man with Chrissie?"
"Certainly."
"Without escaping once in a great while into the gay world."
"Yes."
The six men had their doubts that he could keep that, but they were going
to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Roger came back. "Ok, Charlie, stand if you would please,
and drop your trousers and underwear. 'Wows' arose when his pants dropped
to his ankles. He was wearing bright red bikini briefs.
"Hey, man, now you are in our ball park, great undies. Okay
drop 'em."
He bent to pull his briefs down to meet the pants. When he
straightened, he revealed a pretty long soft cock with a long foreskin
covering his whole glans.
"Say, Charlie, would you get rid of the foreskin if Chris
asked."
Charlie thought quite a while. "That is asking an awful lot,
but ... I guess I do anything for Chris." All applauded to the desired
answer.
"Rick, did you bring your ruler with you?" He nodded.
"Okay, Charlie - make it HARD"
Holding his cock with his right hand, he pulled back the skin
to show an already bulging cockhead. He kept working his hand back and
forth without much increase in size or length.
Roger opined, "Charlie I'm sorry but we have to see your
fully erected cock."
Charlie blushed and said he couldn't seem to get going.
Roger sympathized, "I know this is a pressure situation,
maybe I can help."
Roger dropped his pants and boxerbriefs, his cock had been
making some progress toward being hard.
He offered. "Maybe if I do it too, it will help." Charlie
smiled, looking gratefully at Roger.
Roger worked his cut cock with his hand, rubbing back and
forth with a circle formed by his thumb and first finger. He nodded to
Rick, who stood up and placed the ruler along Roger's cock. At full length
he measured seven inches or, as he told Charlie, almost 18 cm.
They both looked at Charlie's progress, a little thicker but
no longer.
Roger nodded to Rick who went down on his knees in front of
Charles and took all of his cock in one move. This move had been planned
before hand.
Charlie shuddered, groaned and his knees bent a bit while
his eyes closed. His hands quickly moved to a nipple each, and he pinched
and twisted them. The cock was rising. Now he reached one hand behind him
to ram his middle finger up his anus into his rectum. He kept that going
in and out in time with Rick's sucking.
The Dukes looked at each other, sure now that he was mostly,
if not all, gay. They just hoped that he could get it up for Chris.
Charlie groaned, struggling, "Guys, THAT'S IT!!"
Rick quickly pulled off Charlie's cock while he put the ruler
under the shaft so he could read the numbers. "I'm pleased to announce
that our buddy, Charlie, has a seven and a half inch cock, or 19
centimeters if you want that. A little longer than Roger's 7 inch or 18 cm
cock."
Rick's eyes lit up, seeing Charlie's cockhead drooling
pre-cum. He rammed the hot poker into his mouth to finish up his cock
sucking, which he completed when Charlie started thrusting his cock into
his mouth and down his throat a bit. Rick pushed Charlie back onto the bed
just behind him. Rick never let his cock go. Only a few more seconds and
Charlie humped his butt up, his prick down his throat and release five or
six pumps of semen into his mouth.
Roger started. "Ok, guys, go to it." Each Duke dropped his
pants and underwear and started to jerk his cocks to their greatest length
and width. "Charlie, since you are the supreme winner, take a look around
at all our goodies. Which one would you like to scratch that itch up your
ass?"
Roger smiled slyly, "It is obvious to us, look at your cock,
you spat your cum a while ago and you are still hard as a rock. N'est-ce
pas?" Roger spoke in Charlie's ear. "Anything that happens in this room
tonight, will never, ever be mentioned to another person or to you and
especially not to Chris. You know we love Chris and would do anything for
her."
Charlie was looking at a feast of six, hard, leaking cocks,
and he had his pick of the lot. He walked around the group, trying to
decide.
"Guys," Charlie finally said, "you pick please, I can't
decide between such big, hot cocks." He was afraid the next move would be
putting his head in the noose.
Gathering in a small circle, they decided that BJ's was too
big for him. Maybe having another uncut cock up his ass, and a black cock
at that, might be special to him."
Roger announced, "Charlie, we've picked Jamal," he pointed to
Jamal, "that's Jamal. Would that be okay with you?"
Charlie was relieved, having been afraid of BJ's huge
cock. That would probably have killed him.
He nodded to Roger and smiled, asking Jamal to come to him.
Charlie took Jamal's cock in his hand, slowly jerking it,
drawing pre-cum from the shaft, working it around the cockhead. He turned
to the bed and got on hands and knees at the edge of the bed, presenting
his twitching asshole.
Jamal placed his bulging cockhead against Charlie's winking
anus, shoving his whole cock directly into Charlie who accepted it with
hardly a sound. More and more the Dukes were convinced that Charlie was
practically gay. But, they wouldn't tell Chris and break her heart.
Enough said.
Ten minutes later the Dukes returned Charlie to his dear
Chrissie, looking happy and proud, but with a slight limp. They had
congratulated Lord Ballard with his bravery and his ability to adapt to a
different life. Each of the Dukes were convinced that old Charlie had much
more experience at male sex and was practically an original member of the
'family'.
The Dukes and Duchess finished their adventure in Washington,
everyone watching Chris fall more and more deeply in love with Charles.
Her golden knights all wondered if they should say something to Chris, but
decided she knew what she wanted.
The whole troupe returned to Windsor tired, but in good
shape, ready for the next expedition for the Dukes.
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.