Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 06:16:33 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-32
Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives,
relationships and sexual activities. It was inspired only by my visions
and invention. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any
similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental.
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the
chapters of this story. They have made the writing smoother, more correct
and easier to read.. Thank you guys so much for your help and your
encouragement, keeping me on the path. Love you forever. Paul Daventon
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor has 38 chapters and the story is finished.
I will put a chapter on each week if all goes well. P.D..
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Chapter Thirty-two
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Following the Dukes' return from Washington, Matt repeated
his offer to give everyone three weeks off, until the end of the first week
in August. They could stay at their regular dorm rooms, or go home.
The Dukes RV ended the return trip at the farm of the
Ridgways, where there were plenty of rides home for everyone. Most decided
to stay in Windsor, practicing and chilling, but LJ said he was going home,
as did Roger. Todd's lover said some of his family lived in Lima and since
he hadn't seen them for a couple years, he thought he better go to be
reacquainted. Todd wasn't happy with that, but he reluctantly agreed.
Matt and Hardy congratulated all of them again for their
performance at the White House. There was a photo and article in the
Washington Post of which every member had a copy, soon to be pasted in
keepsake albums. And the group had received a letter from the President,
praising their performance and, oddly, remarked on their good looks. Though
they were tired, the Dukes were still running on adrenalin and couldn't
slow down..
The group broke up then, going as they pleased, happy to have
three weeks of freedom. Matt had to spend the three weeks in Columbus
coordinating with his staff at the State Music Association for the upcoming
school year with all of the concerts, contests and conferences. Each
district of the organization would have a conference for their group early
in the year and as president, Matt should try to make as many of them he
could. Since Ohio has 88 counties, each district covers a number of
counties, depending on population sizes..
* * * * *
Before Roger left, he and Jamal and the two Jeffs sat
together in the pool room, ostensibly to talk about when and where they
were going, but actually Jamal brought up an issue the rest had forgotten.
"Guys, we haven't talked about Rocky Krupko and how we're
going to get back at him for messing with Ricky. My boy could have been
hurt a lot more, but was just lucky to get away with a minor concussion."
"Yeah," Roger demanded, "we gotta' get him, but how? He's
bigger than all five of us put together."
Jamal considered, "If he's bigger than the five of us, who is
bigger than that jerk?"
Roger screwed up his face trying to think, then he burst out
with, "Guys, do any of you know who Moose Monahan is?"
Little Jeff spoke up, "I do, I've seen him in the gym and
locker room. He's twice as big as all of us, he's a monster. He's on the
wrestling team That guy has muscles on muscles, thighs like thunder and
he's bigger than King Kong, and it looks as if he has a dong as big as the
biggest moose. And, he's gorgeous!"
"Hmmm, I think I'd like to see that dong go up Rocky's
asshole." Jamal's eyes gleamed.
Roger added, "Yeah, but I rather see ol' Moose knock the shit
out of Krupko. Right?"
Big Jeff spoke, "How about both if we can work it. Hey, each
one of us has a bigger brain than both of them. AND, our IQ's probably are
higher than their total weight." He laughed, pleased with himself.
Roger asked, "We know that Krupko knows you, Jamal, but does
Monahan know you?"
Jamal drawled, "Hell no, at least I've never seen him. I
don't watch wrestling."
"Then you could get to know him, talk to him and tell him how
Krupko's been calling him a pussy, a shit-eating ass wipe, and he could
smash him with one arm. Okay?"
"Okay with me. I'd like to take one of the Jeff's with me
sometimes. So I'm not just by myself, and I'm not the only one . What I
have to find out is where he gets his beer."
Little Jeff laughed, "We'll all be glad to help search the
beer halls for him." He punched Big Jeff on his shoulder, then gave him a
kiss on his cute red lips.
"I'm afraid you Jeffs will have to hunt for Krupko, so you'll
still need to hit the saloons," Roger told them, "I'm going to Lima for two
weeks off, so try not to let the battle start until I get back." He
grinned, "I want to see Krupko smashed to shit."
"We all do," the rest retorted as one.
* * * * *
Before they retired to bed, Steve asked Matt to come to the
studio with him. Matt looked curiously at Steve, but went along. They
left the house and walked through the mown grass to the old dairy barn, now
Steve's sculpture studio.
"Could Hardy come too?"
Steve shook his head no. "Not yet."
"What is this, Steve, something new?"
"No, Matt, it is something old." He put his arm around his
brother and lover, squeezing with his hand on the muscular shoulder. He
whispered, "This is just between you and me." He gave Matt a quick kiss on
his cheek and unlocked the door.
The large room stayed dark while they walked toward the
presentation stage.
"Just wait, Matt, this is my present for you, again."
Steve flipped the light switch and his statue of young Matt
appeared, glowing brilliant white on the podium.
"Oh, Steve, you made another statue, just like the original.!
Thank you so much, my other self." He squinted, "It seems to be brighter
than before."
"No, brother, this IS the original. You should have seen it
when we got it back. Fingerprints and dirt everywhere. It's taken me a few
weeks to finish." He smiled slyly, "I have to tell you that the dirtiest
part was your buttocks." He laughed, "I always knew that was your best
part!" He patted Matt's butt, also kissing him lightly.
"Wait a minute, Steve. You went and bought this for me?"
"I'd like to claim that, babe, but I didn't buy it. Brian
bought it for you." He smiled softly. "That young man does some of the most
wonderful things for people." Steve continued, "And he must have had some
hold, financial or otherwise, on the owner because he paid just what the
man had."
Matt turned and grabbed Steve, holding on tight, kissing him
as they had Matt's first night in his house in Windsor.
"Oh, babe, thank you for refinishing it, and I'll thank
Brian, too. Wish I could do something for him." Matt had tears in his
eyes, seeing more on Steve's face. "Wait, where are we going to put it?"
Steve kissed back, rubbing Matt's back and butt, "I'm not
sure. That's why I left it here, out of harm's way. I want it somewhere
that we can see yet make sure it is safe. We may have to have a special
plastic case built for it."
"I have an idea, Steve. We could build a very strong ledge against the
pool room wall where it is two stories tall. Then it would be visible, but
out of harm's way. How's that?"
"You are a genius, Matty. That will be great. And a clear plastic
screen would help."
* * * * *
The next morning, Monday, Matt and Hardy were sitting at the
breakfast table with Anne who prepared a buffet brunch that morning for
everybody. The little boys had been up early and were already playing in
the play yard with Todd, their male nanny, sort of.
"I'm so proud of both of you, but I wish we could have seen
your performance. And when the President came up to shake your hands.
I'll be that was just because you played songs of Texas. That's about
right, Texas songs for that Tex - ass."
"Mom," Hardy complained, "you are really getting to be a
'potty' mouth. Tsk, Tsk."
Matt grabbed Anne's hands and told her, "That's okay, Mom,
you're allowed. You have to take a lot of crap from all of us, so you are
due."
She smiled at both of them, "You are right, Matt, but since
this house is filled of MY boys, I love all of you, no problem."
Matt looked at Hardy, "Babe, you have a lot of arranging to
do and we will need to set up a number of routines based on English music,
like, ah, Rule Britannia for example."
"Could you tell me why, oh wonderful partner, why we should
have stuff about England."
Matt whispered, "This goes no farther than you two, but Lord
Ballard talked about having us come to England for a performance, maybe
this fall. Nothing definite as yet."
Hardy pretended to be enraged, "Matt, you knew this and never
told me? What if I didn't want to go to England or ... or ... " he broke
up at his silliness, but then sulked a little. "I wish you'd told me. "
"I did tell you last night, but probably you went to sleep
before I got to the good parts."
Hardy retorted, "Well, you got me so tired out that I .... ah
.... oops!" He looked at his mother, "Let's skip that," as he blushed. She
smirked a little. "Okay, I'll get started on the arrangements. But," he
threatened with a sharp forefinger, "you will call me every night you are
in Columbus. Right?"
Matt leaned over to give Hardy a warm kiss, "Every night,
love."
Anne smiled at her son and son-in-law, so thankful they had
managed to get together. She knew that Matt had saved Hardy from
himself. He had been going off the track before he met Matt. She loved both
of then dearly, so satisfied with them and her little boys, sons of Matt's
brother, Steve.
"Well, I have dishes to do and cleaning up to do, so get out
and let me work."
"Oh, bye Mom, see you for lunch. In fact I'll take you and
the boys."
Anne looked very pleased, "Thanks, son, I'll accept even
though we'll probably have to go to McDonald's."
"Mom, I'll be leaving for Columbus in a few minutes. Give us
a kiss and I'll see you in a couple weeks." Matt gave his mother in law a
kiss and then found Hardy waiting behind him for his kiss.
"Matty, I'll miss you terribly."
Matt gave him a special kiss too, "Hardy, I'll get back just
as soon as I can, but you know these endless meetings. I love you very
much, so don't worry. Please?"
"Okay, Matty, though I may pine away like a deserted bride."
Anne gave a huge 'Hah!' and even Hardy couldn't keep a
straight face at that. So, Matt blew a kiss to each and left to pack and
take off.
* * * * *
On Sunday evening, just two weeks later, everybody was back
in Windsor and the 'family' at the farm was complete except for Roger
Adams, Todd's lover. Todd was nervous, biting his nails, never sitting
still.
"Where could he be, Matt? He should have been back by
now. He said two weeks."
Matt smiled at his young friend, well more than a friend,
"He'll be here, Toddy, he'll be okay, I'm sure."
Most everyone was sitting around the living room, utilizing
the soft chairs and sofas, except for the little boys who were already in
bed. Most of them had been swimming in their pool, enjoying the warm water
even though it was in the 80s outside.
The possibility of performing in England hadn't been passed
around, so Hardy and Anne had been as good as their word to keep it silent.
Yet, the Dukes themselves had been wondering among themselves as to what
would be coming next.
The front door slammed open, Roger and a dazzling young woman
on his arm came in, a blonde who was immediately recognized as a
"cheerleader" type with the usual figure and so on. Both them were smiling
broadly, as if in a toothpaste commercial.
"Hi, everybody." The group in the living room responded as
the mood took them. But they all were looking at Roger and the girl on his
arm. .
Todd was immediately in front of Roger, waiting for his
personal greeting.
"Hi, Toddy," Roger exclaimed excitedly, "I want you to meet
Princess, my fiancee." He turned to the girl, smiling broadly. "Isn't she
beautiful?"
The quiet was deafening. Everyone watched the next split
seconds in slo-mo!. They were all shocked dumb.
Todd's face lost all its color and went ashen white. He
couldn't believe what he'd heard.
His mouth opened but nothing came out. Then as all watched
him, he began reddening up, anger showing in his face. He spun around,
turning his back on Roger, meaning to walk away. Then, just as quickly, he
spun back around and as he did, his right arm swung around, plowing his
tight fist into Roger's nose. Roger backed in surprise and fell backward
over a hassock, holding his hands to his face and crashed to the floor,
shocked.
Matt watched Todd stomp upstairs and heard him slam his
bedroom door. He also asked Hardy to get Roger a towel for his nose which
was spouting blood. "We don't need blood on these beautiful carpets.
The blonde could speak, "Dr. Ridgway, I told him not to do
it. He said it was a joke. He wanted to play a joke on Todd." She was
crying, feeling horrible embarrassed.
"Steve, would you take her to her home, or whatever." He
whispered, "Get her out of here." Steve put one arm behind her back,
leading her back out the front door to Matt's van.
Roger was still lying on the floor, moaning about his nose.
"At least he didn't hit my lips. But I dink he broge my dose."
Matt knelt on the floor beside Roger. "What were you
thinking, Roger? You have just humiliated and embarrassed him and I would
say you may have lost him. He'll have to love you an awful lot to get over
this."
"I .. I .. don't know, Matt, I just wanted to play a joke.
He should know that I .... would ... never ..."
"Roger, you know Todd doesn't have a strong self image,
mainly because of what his mother has done to him. Don't you know that?"
Tears were swimming in Roger's eyes. "Yes, Matt, but I can't
lose Todd, he's the best thing that ever happened to me. What can I do?"
Roger really didn't understand what he'd done.
"Right now, Roger, I'm not sure. First, you need to get an
ice pack on your nose, maybe Gary would help you with that. Then I want
you to go to Brian and Ted's room and lie down. I'll try to talk to Todd to
see what he says. But, you stay in that room until I talk to him. Got it!"
Sadly, remorseful, "Okay, Matt, I'll do anything you say, I
just have to have Todd back." He lay his head on the towel, raising up
when Gary brought an ice bag. Gary also helped Roger up and helped him
climb the stairs to the bedroom.
Matt spoke to everyone in the room, "Let's keep this just
between us. I hope I'm as good a talker as I think." He turned to his
mother in law, "I may call for you, Anne. We'll just see." She nodded to
him, concerned about their family, no matter which one it would be.
* * * * *
Matt tapped lightly on Todd's bedroom door. "Toddy, please,
may I come in?"
A very weak 'okay' came through the door.
In the dim light, Matt saw Todd curled up on the bed, rocking
back and forth, holding himself as tight as he could. Matt moved closer,
lay out on the bed and took Todd in his arms. Todd uncurled and grabbed
Matt's back, holding him tightly, as he never wanted to let go.
Matt could tell he was sobbing, spasmodically, his body
shaking as he did. Todd had his head against Matt's head, one ear by
Matt's mouth.
Matt whispered, "Toddy, Roger wasn't trying to hurt you, in
his own weird way he was playing a joke on you. He just assumed you would
know he was kidding. By the way, Toddy, I believe you did break his nose.
Well, it was too straight anyway. This will give him a little character to
his face, he was too good-looking."
Todd smiled bleakly, "Matt, I feel so ashamed, I should have
realized he was joking, but it hit me so suddenly and frightened me to
death. I knew I couldn't live without him." He started to cry again, but
not as long that time.
Matt hugged Todd and tried to soothe him, rubbing his
back. "Roger has an ice bag on his nose and he is in Brian and Ted's room
and I told him to stay there until I came. I know he loves you as much as
ever, and wants to see you. I thought he ought to stay in the room maybe
until tomorrow. Would you help me find some of his clothes that he could
wear tomorrow? Maybe you could find some of his favorites."
Todd went to Roger's dresser, first finding a pair of 'Roger
loves Todd' boxers.
Matt was wondering just where they found those.
Holding the boxers, he found a nice shirt in the second
drawer and cargo shorts in the next drawer down. Todd was crying all the
time, he couldn't seem to stop. He looked at Matt, his mouth open but
nothing coming out.
Suddenly, Todd threw all the clothes on the floor. "The hell
with that, Matt, I want my Roger right here in this room, please?"
"Are you sure, Todd? Is this what you really want? Maybe
you should make him suffer some more."
"NO, NO. I'll be suffering more if he stays where he is."
Todd was really getting angry.
Matt was tired of interceding between two lovers. "Okay,
okay, Toddy, he's yours to do with as you will."
Matt left the room and went to Brian's room just down the
hall, where he knocked and went in. Roger was lying on the bed, ice bag
over his nose, cotton plugs in his nose.
"Roger?"
"Hi Matt."
"Well, I can't believe it, but Todd wants you in his room,
now!"
"You mean it, Matt? Oh, that's great." He looked in a
mirror, "I look like shit."
"Wait until your black eyes develop tomorrow. You will look
worse." Matt put his arm around Roger, "Get that hunky body over to Todd
before he comes with a dragnet. He still loves you, Roger. But, you
better apologize every five minutes for the next two weeks. He knows you
love him, and only him, but you also better prove that to him."
"Okay, Matt, I'm ready."
Roger, with Matt trailing behind, went to Todd's door,
tapping cautiously and lightly.
"Toddy, it's Rog, can I come in?"
The door suddenly opened, revealing Todd completely nude,
just waiting for him. "Get your beautiful butt in here, and make love to
me. Now!"
Matt silently backed away and went down the main stairs.
Once in the living room, he was able to announce. "Our two friends at this
moment are in their favorite positions in their favorite activity. That's
as far as I'll go." He smiled and literally wiped his brow.
Todd stripped Roger of his clothes in two minutes flat and
pushed him back on the bed. He then crawled in and lay on the bed beside
his lover. He smoothed Roger's hair, shiny and black, over his forehead,
then kissed his forehead.
"I'm sorry I hit you, Roger, but you surprised me so much, I
freaked. I should have known you could pull a stupid trick like that. But,
honey, .... I still love you as much as ever and forever."
Todd pulled Roger to his body, "How are you feeling, love?"
"Pretty tore, Toddy, I ding you broge my dose. Man, I din
know you dat trong. I'm gonna to have ta watch so I behabe myself." He
smiled and held Todd's hand against his face.
"Don't you think that will add more character to your face?
Now you will look like a suffering musician, woefully trying to make a
living." That picture tickled Todd enough that he started giggling, as did
Roger, reacting contagiously to his lover.
"By the way Roger, just who was that beautiful fiancee of
yours. She was attractive, if you're into cheerleaders. What has happened
to her?"
"Teve took her homb. Te had a aunt in Windsor and wanted to
tee her anyway."
"Is she one of your multitudes of cousins? I don't see how
you could have so many. Maybe some are just 'kissin' cousins?'
Roger got a little huffy, "Well, if you must know, she's not
actually a cousin, but I used to date her when I lived in Lima. When she
found out I couldn't or wouldn't make anything happen between me and her,
she gave up. I guess I felt pretty special to be dating a cheerleader."
"Now I suppose you want me to wear a tiny skirt and falsies
to practice cheers with you?"
Roger laughed, then groaned since his nose was hurting him.
"Donn make me laugh, luff, it hurd when I do."
"Rog, pull the ice bag away from your face." When he did,
Todd was shocked at the damage he'd done to his partner. Tear started to
slide down his face, "Oh, Rog, I'm so sorry." He looked into Rog's eyes.
"I know you are sorry as you can be, and so am I, love of my life. And, I
think around your eyes is starting to turn black and blue. Oh, damn, I'm
am so sorry."
"Yeah, me too, I for sure will never do anything like that
again. Not if I want to keep my looks, babe." He sat up to look in the
mirror, "Oh, jeez. I do feel better, I can talk better."
"Roger, I do think we should take you in to the ER, you need
your face looked at. Now, I could look at it for an eon and never stop, but
we need a professional. Okay?"
"I guess. But what are we going to say happened?"
Todd thought seriously, "Well, we could say we were boxing
and I got a good one in."
"But you aren't beat up at all."
"Yeah, I'm a lot better boxer than you." He laughed, "I know
that is silly, but what else?
"The sooner we get there, the better for your face and I want
it back to the normal, beautiful one you have had." He looked solemnly at
his lover, "I am so thankful, and will be the rest of my life for Matt and
Steve introducing us at Otterbein. Nothing else has ever happened to me of
that magnitude, something like the greatest high point in my life."
"Me, too, love, and we will have more great high points
together. But we better get dressed and get someone to take us."
* * * * *
They dressed and found Matt and Steve in the kitchen,
snacking and drinking coffee.
"Matt, could we get someone to take us to the Emergency Room?
Todd thinks I should go right away to be sure my beauty is restored." He
grinned gently, so he didn't hurt his nose.
He looked at Todd warmly, devotedly, holding him around his
waist, his other arm clutching Todd's hand, both for comfort and
solace. "Todd doesn't think he can drive."
Both the older men jumped up, Matt spoke, "Come on, then, I
think Todd is right. He sure gave you a smack." He turned toward Todd, "I
didn't know you were that strong, Arnold." He and Steve grinned.
The ride was quick and service was fast and good. The ER
Doctor, Dr. Burke, who helped them with Lee months ago, told them to sit
while he helped Roger.
"I'd like to stay with him if I could," Todd told the
Doc. "We're sort of together," he said and blushed.
The doctor looked at them and smiled, "That's okay,
gentlemen. It shouldn't take long," and Roger, Todd and the doctor left.
Matt and Steve were looking at magazines in the waiting room
when they heard a sharp yelp coming from one of the bays. They smiled at
each other, "I'll bet Todd's holding his hand."
"Right."
After thirty minutes or so, Todd and Roger came up to them.
The doctor talked to Matt and Steve as if they were the parents. He knew
these people and admired them a lot.
"Well, Roger's nose isn't broken, but it was severely bent."
He smiled broadly, "It will heal quickly and not leave any disfigurement.
He wasn't as badly damaged as that man you brought a few months ago." He
thought, "What was his name, ah .... Oh I know, Lee. How is he doing? And
his friend, Neil, was it?"
"Very good, doctor, that's some memory. They are very well,
doing fine and living together. Neil is an instructor at the College, and
Lee has graduated. I believe he is working on a graduate degree." Matt
was impressed with the doctor and remembered back then he thought the tall,
good looking man was probably gay when he had seen him that time..
Roger just had a plaster over his nose.
"Putting ice on it was the best thing you could have done,
though it probably hurt a lot at the time. If it still hurts, Roger, try
aspirin and put more ice on it. Stop in again, Dr. Ridgway, when you
aren't bringing in another casualty." He held out his hand for everyone to
shake. "Take care, and guys, I'd suggest no boxing for a while."
Todd and Roger grinned shyly, blushing with guilt.
* * * * *
After returning Roger and Todd to the farm house, Matt left
them ensconced in their bedroom doing whatever they wanted, but carefully
and gently. Following the excitement, the 'family' settled down to their
usual routines on a Sunday evening.
Suddenly, the front door swung open again. No one appeared
immediately. Then Christine jumped into the living room, shouting,
"Ta-da!", swinging her arms wide and stepped aside to show the man behind
her, announcing, "Lord Ballard, from the Sceptered Isle of England", when
Charles stepped through the doors and bowed regally.
Everyone within hearing jumped up, rushing toward the
doorway, showering Charles with greetings, hand shakes and pats on the
back, and other places. He didn't seem to mind, kissing everybody, male or
female. Matt and Steve and Hardy rushed up also, anxious to see if their
plans would come to realization. While Steve was hugging Charles, Matt
asked Hardy to get upstairs, break up anything Todd and Roger were doing at
the time and bring them downstairs.
Matt also got close to Christine, kissed her and said, "We've
missed you, Chris, welcome back. Did you call anyone before you came here?"
"Sure, Matt, I called BJ and LJ and Rick and they said they'd
be right behind us." She smiled, hugged Matt, "I've missed you too. When
do we go back to work?"
"We'll decide that tonight, later, I hope."
Hardy came down the stairs and told Matt that Todd and Roger
would be down presently. "I don't know quite what that means, but they
needed to shower and find some clothes to wear."
Steve spoke loudly, "Everybody, how about meeting in the pool
room, we have plenty of chairs out there and can talk and hear easily."
BJ and LJ arrived with Rick and Jamal, joining the others in
the pool room in chairs or lounges. They were all waiting for Todd and
Roger.
All heads turned toward the stairs when they heard
footsteps. Broad smiles and poking each other resulted from seeing Todd and
Roger hugging each other and kissing on the way down. Roger did look a bit
damaged with his battered nose and tape over it. Everyone was pleased that
they were togther again.
"Everybody," Roger spoke out to them, "I've apologized to
Todd one hundred times over and want to apologize to you all for my stupid
'joke' on Todd." He looked into Todd's eyes, "And I've learned a lot in the
last few hours. Todd has forgiven me and I hope you all will forgive me."
Applause broke out from everyone in the pool room along with
various cat calls and whistles, too. All of this was in appreciation of
Roger's apology and especially Todd's acceptance of it. Hardy and Jamal
rushed to Roger's side, picked him up with a two man carry to take him to a
special lounge chair which would do for both he and Todd.
Once settled again, Matt nodded to Charles to continue.
Charles set his lap top on a table at the far end of the pool, aiming it at
the clear wall space on the house end of the pool room. His laptop had a
projection unit attached and as he turned on the computer, a large white
rectangle appeared on the wall.
With a few clicks on the keyboard a picture of what would be
called a Stately Home in England was illuminated on the wall. The
building, grey stone, seemed to be at least a hundred yards long from one
side to the other with trees and sculptured lawns, stone figures and
gardens spread over the landscape, appeared. The building was at least
four stories comprising a large center section plus an extension on each
side of that. Charles hadn't said, but the house contained over 100 rooms.
"This is Ballard Hall, the ancestral home where I grew up.
Christine should recognize it since we played there frequently when she and
her parents visited my parents. We couldn't have been more than fourteen or
so, and had some jolly good times together." He looked around at the
'gang', "And for those who have their minds in the gutter, we played pure
and simple games, nothing indecent or improper." His face reddened.
Christine was blushing with his statement, only because he
brought it up, not that anything had happened. She spoke, "That's right, we
were like babes in the woods." She looked at Charles with love in her
expression, "Should I tell them?"
Charles nodded, "Yes, dear one."
"Well, my dear friends, Charles has proposed marriage to me
and I have accepted." The uproar that followed was so loud they didn't
hear her next statement. Christine was mobbed as was Charles, accepting
kisses, hugs and congratulations from the gathering. Christine stood and
raised her hands, trying to quiet the milling crowd.
"There was a condition, though," she warned, "I said I
wouldn't marry him until the end of this school year, next June, so I will
finish my degree at Windsor and will perform my responsibility with the
Dukes of Windsor!"
Again, the young people surrounded Charles and Christine who
were hugging each other, almost oblivious to their friends. Soon Charles
broke away and told them he would continue with his presentation if they
would sit down again.
"I show you this place, this home which I love. Since my
father passed away, I am now the owner and the person responsible for its
care and preservation. A small part of the center section was built around
1000 A. D., over a thousand years ago. For that reason, this year we are
having a Millennial Celebration of the founding of the home."
"The rest of the home has been added to over the centuries,
the last being in 1870 when an auditorium seating 250 people was built. I
am proud to say that last year I began construction of an extension of that
section, complete with state of the art theatrical lighting and sound
equipment. A 'Royal' box has been built off the balcony in the back."
"For that, which will be finished in September, I am inviting
all of the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor, their handlers and directors to
England, to stay at my home for a week in November at the time of your
Thanksgiving celebration. I would be very pleased if you would perform in
the new auditorium in connection with our Millennial celebration."
All the Dukes were looking very excited, whispering to each
other, a buzz all over the pool room.
"Ballard Hall is in a large park not far from London, but far
enough to seem to be in another land. We have a swimming pool, riding
stables and endless woods and trails for walking and riding. I do plan to
bring other entertainment from London, so you will have just the one
performance of your own to do."
He smiled, "And, I will to have some Royals in attendance for
that show. I can't tell you just who will be there, but you may do better
if you don't know."
"Hey, Charlie," Little Jeff spoke out, "If we weren't nervous
for the President of the United State, I think we can hold up and perform
well for royalty."
The 'gang' was whispering to each other, "the Queen and
Phillip, maybe Charles, Edward, or Andrew, maybe even William and Harry. I
hear they are the 'fun' ones."
Charles heard the whispering, "Don't count on any of those,
guys, I just don't know. You never know what notions will get into the
heads of 'Royals'. Please keep that part of this quiet, not your trip to
England, but who you might play for. If it gets out before I can make my
presentation, we might get none of them."
Charles continued his slide presentation, showing the
complete exterior of the Hall and the grounds, at last reaching the
interior. Shots of vast rooms, beautifully decorated, especially with huge
oil paintings of his ancestors, following one after the other. One picture
showed the auditorium where they would perform, one the indoor swimming
pool, including a bunch of bathers surrounding Charles in the shallow end,
standing tall and very hot.
The audience hooted and hollered about Charles being a
'hottie' with his gathering of women milling around him. The male members
of the Dukes wondered about him being in the pool with only women, they
really expected him to have a bunch of male friends with him. Well, they
really didn't know Charles for sure, but did feel he was highly suspect as
a collector of women.
After Charles shut down his computer, Matt took over the
speaker's spot.
"If I could have your attention please." He waited
patiently, then smiled.
"Okay, folks, I have checked with Dean McAllister and he has
tentatively okayed our trip to England at that time. I have also talked to
Brian and Mike about it. They have given their whole-hearted approval and
will provide expenses as needed. You will need to take some tests ahead of
time so we can be gone the whole of Thanksgiving week.
"So, I guess we are a 'GO'!" A roar of approval and applause
followed his statement.
As they quieted, "I would like to express my thanks to
Charles, first," he bowed toward Lord Ballard, "and to all of our friends
who have been so faithful." Matt had to clear his throat to control the
emotion which was flooding his feelings. He had to wait a bit until he
could do that.
"Charles, I'm been wondering exactly what your title is and
how you would be formally addressed. Could you explain?"
Charles stood and faced the group of friends and
musicians. "Actually, I am an Earl, to be specific, The Right Honorable the
Earl of Ballard. "Christine," he nodded to her, "Christine will be
addressed as, Countess, The Right Honorable the Countess of Ballard. In
less formal situations, we would be addressed as Lord and Lady Ballard." He
paused, "Does that answer your question, Matt?"
"I am also so grateful to our whole family here at the house
and those in the school. I know we can make a real production worthy of
the Queen, if she's there. Hardy and I have been arranging music for the
trip since we had a little warning of the possibility of going."
Roger spoke up, "Matt, when do we start practicing, we still
have a month before school starts."
Matt grinned, treating them to his 'come-hither' smile that
could brighten the whole room. "We will be starting tomorrow afternoon at
the music building. Remember, your summer scholarships and grants will
continue until school starts. The new building won't be ready for another
month when classes starts. Hardy and I will be working all morning
tomorrow, printing out the routines and music we've worked on for the trip.
That may change somewhat as we define what we want to present and how we'll
do it." He looked seriously as everyone, "I know in my heart that we all
can do it and be very successful and near perfection.. Don't you?"
The Dukes and guests raised the roof of the pool room at
least by a foot with the noise and excitement in their voices. They wanted
to celebrate and knew no better way than to splash and be exuberant in the
water. Clothing flew in all directions as the Dukes and friends decided
immediately to join in the pool. The males were down to underwear of all
sorts jumping in the water, while Christine repaired to Anne's room to
borrow a bathing suit.
The male Dukes eagerly helped Charles to get rid of this
clothes, revealing a bright red pair of bikini briefs which added greatly
to his physical attraction, but slightly tarnished his aura of nobility and
gentility. Solicitously, BJ, LJ, Roger, Todd, Rick and Jamal helped
Charles into the pool. Actually, they picked him up and threw him into the
deep end, following his splash with their own. The yelling and screaming
filled the pool room from one end to the other, probably being heard all
over the neighborhood.
Matt yelled until he could ask to be heard. Finally the
noise dropped into silence.
"Guys, let me get this all out before you go zooey again."
He looked at Steve, "Steve and I have decided to bring out a case or two of
beer for you to celebrate with. WAIT!" Matt impatiently waited, "There
are conditions. You may drink beer here in the pool room, there are
lounges, pads and plenty of towels in the cabinet. You know where."
"Now, I don't want any of you driving after drinking. So, you
may stay here at the house. Some of you already do, but BJ and LJ, Rick
and Jamal, you may stay here in the pool room, but in the basement are a
number of couches which pull out into beds. You may use those, too."
Those boys looked at each other, thinking that might be the better idea.
"One room upstairs would be available, that's Ted and Brian's
room."
Loudly from the living room, "NO, that room is not
available." The command voice they heard was that of Brian as he and Ted
walking into the Pool Room. "Sorry, guys, but Ted and I will be using the
room tonight. We just heard the news and appeared as quickly as we
could. And I mean the news of Chris and Charles being engaged. We are so
happy for you."
Brian and Ted walked into the Pool Room, hugged Chris in her
lovely two piece bathing suit, and shook hands with Charles as he reached
out of the pool to them. If Charles had been one of the Dukes, he'd have
pulled Brian and Ted into the pool.
"Come on in, guys, the water's great!" The Dukes were
inviting Brian and Ted to swim with them, and they were quick to shed their
clothes. Only Ted had a problem because he had not worn any underwear.
"Come on in anyway, Ted, with Brian around, no one will bother you." They
laughed, congratulating themselves for being clever, and obvious.
So Ted jumped in, holding his testicles in both hands so he
didn't smash them on the water. Brian dove in, hardly displacing any of the
water. He had been a superb diver and swimmer at his high school. They met
in the middle and proceeded to hug and kiss.
Brian was as beautiful as ever, his wavy blond hair, glowing
in the lights of the pool room, his face shining behind a miraculous, broad
smile to win anyone's heart. As Teddy came to him, he was gleaming rosy
hues all over, gathering his lover to his body and mouth.
Chris gave Charles a kiss and quickly decided to leave the
pool and sleep on Anne's couch where she'd slept before. It was
comfortable and better than being in the pool with all the cock-hungry, hot
guys in there. Better to go with discretion than be a wet blanket at the
party. She got a night shirt from Anne and was soon asleep, dreaming of
her future as Lady Ballard, hostess of Ballard Hall.
Back in the pool, of the four couples only one single
appeared. Hardy. Matt was playing host, getting beer and such, so Hardy
was alone. Soon Hardy realized that another man was alone there, Charles,
swimming in his bright red briefs with agility and style.
Hardy decided to find out just what Charles was made of,
straight, gay or half and half. He swam quickly, purposely running in to
Charles in the deep end where the tread water and talked.
"I hope we can become better acquainted, maybe even tonight."
"Hardy, I'd like that, too. Chris's friends are important to
me."
"You do realize that we are all gay men, most with partners,
some without?"
"Yes, I understand. That doesn't bother me at all?"
"Is that because you have been around gay men a lot?"
Charles nodded, "Yes, I have. I don't think I am, though."
His face was serious, earnest, but the words didn't seem sincere, "I've
been with gay men and have to admit that I do like it." Again he sobered,
"I'm not sure at all if I'm gay, but I will be very good for Chris, and
good to her. I do love her very much."
"Charles, let's get out of this huge bathtub and go
upstairs. We have a nicer little pool up there in the bedroom. Come on!"
Hardy and Charles climbed out of the pool. The others all saw
them leave, but said nothing, they assumed that Hardy had a plan to seduce
Charles if possible. Hardy led them up the stairs, knowing that Charles
would be watching Hardy's hot ass closely.
Charles was uncertain just what he should do. Hardy
attracted him a lot, he was a very sexy young man with a hot body and huge
bulge up front. Charles wished to touch Hardy's ass and feel it. That
butt aroused him fully, so he felt he should cover his crotch, yet only he
and Hardy were on the stairs.
When they reached the top step of the stairs, they headed for
Hardy's room side by side. Suddenly, Hardy put on hand on Charles nearest
buttock, squeezing and rubbing it. He was pleased to feel Charles do the
same to him, one hand clutching Hardy's buttocks, caressing and fondling
with a hot fervor. They walked into the bedroom and Hardy shut the double
doors.
"Come on, drop your briefs and follow me." Hardy carried two
large towels with them to the bedroom, gave Charles one while he dried
himself. He pulled down the spread and sheet on their bed and lay on his
back while watching Charles' tall, slender body and his tight muscles while
he dried his pale, smooth skin. Hardy had thought of getting Charles in the
Jacuzzi, but decided to just take him to bed and skip another bath.
Hardy closed his eyes just a moment and was stunned to feel
Charles flop on his body, full length, like he fell on him from the
ceiling. He heard Charles talking to him, but he was too busy trying to
catch his breath.
"Charles," Hardy called loudly, "Charles, shut up a minute. I
can't hear you."
Charles raised up onto his elbows, looking concerned, "What's
the matter, Hardy, I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Squire Charles, I'm still trying to get my breath. I like
you lying on my body, but not quite so hard, babe." He managed a smile to
encourage Charles. "Look down, my dick has sprung a leak, he's soft as a
sponge." He pouted a little, then smiled again. "Give me a kiss, babe, I'd
love it. And he'll be back." He pointed down toward his crotch.
Charles grabbed Hardy tightly and rolled over onto his back
with Hardy on top. His hands again searched out his buttocks, kneading the
smooth melons. Soon his fingers were tentatively seeking Hardy's tiny rose
bud, one finger tip finding the wrinkled slit.
Hardy didn't object immediately, but felt he'd better do
something. "Squire Charles, I'm afraid I can't let you play there, man, my
ass belongs to Matt alone, no one else has ever been there, or will ever
be." He played around a little with the truth there, but meant well.
"Oh, Hardy, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have .. ah ... if I'd
known." He looked disappointed, "But I really want to get my cock up
someone's ass."
Hardy held Charles' body to him, "Don't worry, Charles, I
think we can find a way out of this. Let me mull over the problem."
Hardy considered all of their guests, most all were with
their partner that night, not likely to let Charles fuck one of them. Then
he had an idea, 'What about Jamal and Rick? Jamal fucked Charles in
Washington and Rick didn't seem to mind? Would he mind if Jamal got
fucked? Or, maybe he'd like to get in on the excitement.'
"Get off me, Charles, a minute, please." Hardy got up, went
to the intercom and called Matt in the den. "Hey, Matt, it's Hardy."
"Yes, we are."
"No, not for a while."
"Okay, how about sending Rick and Jamal up to the bedroom if
they aren't otherwise engaged."
"Thanks."
Hardy, turned and smiled at Charles, "I think we have the
problem solved." He walked back to the bed, his resurrected cock swinging
heavily from side to side, pre-cum dripping.
Soon a knock came on the bedroom door, "Come in," Hardy
called out.
Jamal and Rick hesitated, then walked in and shut the door.
"Hi, Charles, Hardy, what's up?"
Hardy stood up and put his arms around Jamal and Rick. "Guys,
we have a problem here, Charles, here, needs an ass which will take his
cock, notice how long, how narrow it is." Charles at the time was jacking
his 8 inch long cock. Hardy turned to Jamal, "Now, I believe you fucked
Charles in Washington? Right?"
Jamal smiled but blushed as best he could. "Yes, I did do
that and it was very hot."
"Okay, man, how about returning the favor for Charles. Huh?"
Jamal walked over to Charles who was lying flat on the bed
with his cock sticking straight up. He leaned over, put his mouth on the
rock hard prick, tonguing the head inside the foreskin. Jamal's own cock
was pushing hard against his briefs which he removed immediately. His cock
was exposed to Charles who played with his foreskin, stretching it with his
fingers..
"That tastes mighty fine to me, Hardy, I think I might like
to do that."
"What do you think, Rick?"
"Sounds fine with me." He grinned, "And I could suck him off
at the same time." He looked at Hardy,"Gee Hard, you could fuck me at the
same time and we'd all be happy!"
All four young men were grinning with bright eyes, hoping for
a good time.
Charles wanted Jamal on his hands and knees, butt up high in
good position for cock. Charles knelt behind Jamal, playing with his small
buttocks, spreading them to find the tiny hole of Jamal's anus. He ran his
cockhead between the cheeks, drooling pre-cum which lubed Jamal's asshole.
Charles lay on Jamal's back, his hands caressing the younger man's light
brown skin, hardly any hair on the hard muscles of his chest, pecs and
tiny, but pointed nipples. His cock was pushing between Jamal's thighs,
poking his ball sack, while he kissed the young black's shoulders, back and
down to his waist while his hands were busy with Jamal's uncut cock,
pulling back the foreskin along his shaft. Charles had never played with a
black, though most of the men he'd been with had been uncut, as are almost
all Europeans.
Hardy and Rick were watching the two long, lean bodies, one
white and one light brown. Their position was so sexy, so sensual, so
exciting and arousing. They looked at each other and smiled. Rick mouthed
the words to Hardy, "Aren't they beautiful." Hardy nodded. As one, they
converged on Lord Ballard, caressing his body but mostly his buttocks. Not
a bubble butt, but well built.
Jamal was moaning, rocking his hips, wishing that Charles
would enter his gaping rear mouth. It's lips were snacking on the pre-cum
Charles had left in his trench, but wanted more.
"Oh, Lord Ballard, please fuck me, man, I've never been
fucked by a lord and Lord knows I need it." He smiled wickedly.
Charles hugged Jamal's body to him, "And I want to reach your
depths, man, so get ready." The long slender cock, dripping pre-cum, oozed
its way through Jamal's lips and past the sphincter, the guardian of his
asshole. When Charles' cock hit bottom, his pubic hair came against
Jamal's buttocks, his balls swinging against Jamal's.
Hardy pushed Rick to lay on his back, his head under Jamal's
crotch and his mouth open to catch Jamal's cock when it would swing his
way. He pulled a pillow to put under his head, and he grabbed the rock
hard prick and aimed it down toward his mouth.
Rick's body was lying across the bed toward Hardy who stood
on the floor beside the bed. Hardy slapped his butt lightly, pushing Rick's
legs back toward his own chest, revealing his asshole and placing it just
right for Hardy's cock to dig in. Ricky's body was finely muscled, but
still slender and not heavy.
"Ricky, try to relax, I'm afraid my cock is some bigger than
Jamal's."
"It's okay, Hardy, just take it slow and easy, I have been
fucked by big ones, but since Jamal and I have been together, it's only
been his I've enjoyed." He smiled at Hardy, held his legs back while his
mouth grabbed for Jamal's cock swinging from Charles' fucking vigor.
Hardy knelt on the bedroom floor, his face between Rick's
buttocks, his tongue searching for the tiny, hot entrance to his rectum.
He had been jacking his cock to produce streams of pre-cum that he planned
to spread in Rick's crevice. His mouth was there first, his pointed
tongue, as rigid as he could get it, pressed into the anus, smooth out the
creases while shoving in.
Rick let go of Jamal's cock, "Oh, Hardy, that's great. Just
shove and I'll let you in. Do it!"
Hardy found out Rick was right, with one thrust his cock was
buried deep inside Rick, feeling the heat and moistness and ultra softness
in the sheath. He pulled out to the flange of his cockhead, held a moment
and then wrenched his pelvis to slam his cock to the bottom of Rick's ass.
Rick was almost constantly moaning but still sucked on Jamal.
The four young men were intently seeking the erotic wonders
and the electric shocks in their systems. The four sexy bodies were
struggling to reach their goal of ultimate coition and orgasm, writhing
against their partner in the erotic wrestling, naked body to bare body. All
four were simultaneously moaning, grunting or swearing in their throats.
Charles' body was thrown upward, tightly erect, his head
tossed back, his hands behind his head while still shoving his pelvis
against Jamal's buttocks, his cock wedged into his ass. He was keening,
his throat muscles stretching wildly as he started a rabbit-like humping of
Jamal's hot ass.
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming." Charles cried and was echoed by
Jamal as he shot stream after stream down into Rick's mouth, on his tongue
and sliding into his throat. They both shuddered, their naked bodies
rubbing together, slippery with their sweat and hot with sexy smells and
auras. Jamal raised up on his knees, Charles' cock still in his ass, and
put both hands on Charles' butt, pulling him against his buttocks, his cock
farther inside.
Charles wrapped his arms around Jamal, grabbed his cock with
both hands, jacking the remaining cum from his still hard cock. He brought
his fingers up to his lips, tasting a black man's cum for the first times.
Jamal turned his head way around so he could lick Charles' lips and suck
his tongue. Slowly, the two relaxed after their struggle to cum, then
noticed Hardy fucking Rick hard, but still slowly. They looked at each
other, grinned, agreeing mutely to help Hardy and Rick reach their
destination, quickly with red-hot, burning desire.
Jamal lay on the bed where he could reach Rick's cock which
was flopping with each plunge of Hardy's cock in his asshole. He got on
his hands and knees over Rick with his recovering hot rod in Rick's mouth
while he slid his head between Rick's thighs to suck up his lover's
straining cock, drooling pre-cum like a river.
Charles wasn't sure just what he could do with Hardy since he
knew he couldn't fuck him, but, maybe ... maybe.
Charles knelt behind Hardy, rubbing the pair of bubbles with
both hands as Hardy fucked Rick's hot ass, his swollen, red cock diving
into the sore, aching anus. Both Hardy and Rick were gasping, breathing
heavily and moaning in their lust. Hardy gave a loud groan when he felt
Charles' tongue swiping his asshole, licking and depositing his saliva as
deep as he could push it in.
"Oh, man, Charlie, that's great. That's as far as you can
go, but it's great - I'm hot - I'm almost ready." He yelled, "Oh, Ricky,
are you ready?"
Rick had to spit out Jamal's 'hard again' cock, "Sure, Hardy,
go to it - let's go for it." He sucked Jamal back inside his mouth and
worked his tongue over the whole thing.
Suddenly Hardy started yelling, "It is now, guys, make it
now, NOW." With one last thrust into Rick's dripping asshole, he held it
in at the bottom and his contractions began, pumping spurt after spurt of
his white hot cum into Rick's guts. At the same time Rick spewed into
Jamal's mouth, finally able to release his tensions with a world-class
orgasm, thrilling his whole body.
Jamal came a second time, his cock well used to Rick's
sucking on it, reached his explosion with shots of cum sliding down Rick's
throat to pool among his last load. Charles, meanwhile, had stuck his
whole face between Hardy's butt cheeks, his hard, focused tongue into
Hardy's asshole and through the sphincter's clutch.
Hardy reached back to Charles' head, pulling it tighter
between his ass. Suddenly, he let loose, turned and knelt in front of
Charles. He grabbed Charles' head again, but this time he wanted to kiss
the hell out of Charles so he'd never, never forget Hardy with his lips and
tongue and whole mouth inside Charles' mouth. With all their pushing and
shoving they ended up stretched out on the floor, Hardy on top of Charles,
clutching him wherever he could. Charles' arms grasped Hardy's back, then
back and buttocks. One finger was slyly working toward Hardy's asshole and
gently, with subtlety and gentleness that finger gradually disappeared
totally into the hot ass.
Hardy was going to stop him, but decided that a finger was
completely different that a cock going in there, that was saved for Matt.
They slowed down wrestling and actually stopped as they got a shock when
Jamal and Rick fell off the bed, busy with kissing and hugging each other.
"Oh, shit, man, what's going on here?" Hardy yelled when Rick
landed on his back. "Can't you guy stay on the bed?"
Rick was giggling, "Sorry, Hardy, it ... it ... was an
accident." Then he and Jamal erupted with gales of laughter, poking and
prodding each other and finally, Hardy and Charles, too.
By that time everyone was laughing their asses off, beating
on each other, playing grab ass all over the floor. They didn't hear Matt
Ridgway slowly slide into his bedroom, wondering just what was going on.
"Well, gentlemen, are you having fun?"
"What? Who is it?" Charles' questions showed he was a bit
nervous.
Matt frowned at them. "You know you are keeping everyone
awake in the house?" He appeared to be very cross, not pleased at
all. "Well?"
The four young men got quiet. Hardy stood up, put his arm
around Matt, nuzzled him and spoke up, "Sorry, Matt, we're sorry." He
sounded serious, but broke the spell by laughing behind his hands.
Matt gave Hardy a hard slap on his beautiful buttocks.
Hardy held Matt tight in his arms, "Come on, Matt, we weren't
that loud, were we? I'll bet everyone is still asleep."
Matt finally lightened up, "Ok, guys, no one was wakened by
your antics, but I could hear you down in the pool room. And, it is getting
pretty late, time to quit." He grinned, "Or be quiet."
The four young men all stood up, and Charles smiled at Matt,
"Sorry, Matt, it wasn't my idea, but I enjoyed every moment and loved
meeting Rick and Jamal again." He laughed, "And particularly I enjoyed
these bits of them." He grasped each one's tired dick and shook it. "Thanks
guys. You've made my trip a real experience to remember."
Matt turned to Jamal and Rick. "Guys, where would you like to
sleep? Your choice?"
Rick and Jamal looked at each other, smiled and Rick spoke,
"I think we'll stay in the pool room."
"That's fine, guys, but you might want to put some clothes on
for the trip to the pool." He turned to Charles, "Lord Ballard, you could
stay with us if you would like, plenty of room in this bed." He grinned,
"We'll try to behave, but might not be able to, completely." Matt looked at
Hardy and raised his eyebrow.
Hardy reacted quickly, "Oh, yes, yes, Matt, sure, sure, we'll
behave." Everybody noticed his crossed fingers and evil smirk.
Matt got nude and slipped into the bed with Hardy and
Charles. The last two were pretty well spent, tired and sleepy. Matt
wasn't, but decided to try to sleep, maybe something might happen later.
* * * * *
Since the visit and performance in England was approved all
around, the Dukes worked all month on the music, routines and dances. Most
of the material they do would have to be new and as different, without
changing their basic successful style and mode Matt and Hardy created more
spectacular arrangements of different music, especially music to honor
their hosts, especially Charles.
Lord Ballard had stayed at the farm house for a couple of
days, but needed to return to England without more delay. He was the
source of funds and direction for his estate's operation. On the plane he
remembered his night in bed with Hardy and Matt and smiled to recall all
three slept soundly until morning. He never expected the two little boys,
Jacob and Joshua, to run in the room and jump on the bed, incurring as a
result a small boy's knee right in his testicles. He groaned loudly,
waking Matt and Hardy while he tried to breathe again, holding his balls
gently.
The small boys quickly jumped on Hardy and Matt who were
forewarned and made sure their genitals were hidden between their thighs.
"Hi, Uncle Matt, Hi Uncle Hardy. We woke up."
Hardy answered, "Yeah, we noticed, and it looks like Charles
noticed the most, seeing his white face."
Matt looked at Hardy, "Love, would you take the boys down to
breakfast ... ah ....after you put some clothes on and I'll take care of
Charles. Okay."
Hardy smiled, kissed Matt on the lips and soon had the boys
going downstairs.
"Charles, I'm so sorry, we forgot to warn you about our
little boys." He was embarrassed, "We don't really think Jacob does it
deliberately, but if we aren't aware when they come in the room, we could
have mush for balls. We've tried to explain the problem, but we hate to
hit Jacob's balls to make a point. However," he smiled sympathetically,
"we may have to soon.
"Now, just lay there and I'll fix an ice bag quick. That will
help as long as you can stand the pressure of the ice bag."
"Oh, Matt, that bloody hurts. Haven't felt anything like that
since I was playing football in school."
Matt was at their little refrigerator in the bedroom, putting
ice in a towel. He walked back to the bed.
"Charles, spread your legs as wide as you can, I don't want
to freeze anything unnecessarily." Matt got between Charles' legs, gently
slid his fingers under his scrotum, "Oh, shit, Charles, he really got you,
they are swelling fast. Stay still, and I'll try to be as careful as I
can."
Matt pulled Charles' totally soft dick up over his groin,
"Here, Charles, grab your dick and hold it out of the way." Matt then
lifted the scrotum and slid the ice laden towel under and around his
balls. "Now, Charles, close your legs as much as you can and use your other
hand to keep the towel against your testicles, as long as you can. You may
need to release the towel from time to time to let those little fellas
breathe. I'll be up to help a little later." He started to leave, then
turned back, "What do you prefer in the morning, tea of coffee?"
Charles frowned and moaned, "What I'd really like would be a
large whiskey." His face was still white and pained.
Matt rushed to the bar, poured three ounces of whiskey. He
sat on the bed next to Charles, lifted the Lord's head and poured the whole
glass down his throat.
"Oh, god, Matt, that's good. You might pour another one and
leave it on the bedside table."
Matt leaned over and kissed Charles on the lips. He smiled,
"I never would have thought I'd get to kiss a "Lord", but I'm always open
to new experiences." He thanked him, "We can't thank you enough, Charles,
for how you are helping us." Another peck on the lips and he headed
downstairs to see how breakfast was coming.
Matt found that Anne had scrounged enough breakfast food for
the whole gang. He saw many of their guests in the pool room, eating from
plates stacked high with Anne's food. Back in the kitchen he fixed a plate
for Charles and returned to the bedroom.
What he noticed wasn't good, Charles was pale, sweating and
seemed dizzy.
"Hey, Charles, how are you doing?"
"Well, my balls don't feel better and I don't think I better
have any more whiskey, I'm beginning to feel a little nauseous."
Matt sat on the side of the bed, "I must admit you don't look
good." He felt Charles' forehead, "And you have a fever I think, man, and
I'm for getting you to the emergency room, but I'm trying to figure out how
we can work it without everyone in the whole city of Windsor hearing about
it. Let me talk to Hardy, my friend, he usually has good ideas." He patted
Charles on the arm, "Hang on there, I'll be right back." He walked quickly
to the door, then stopped, "Do you think you could walk? I especially
don't was Chris worried about you."
Charles looked at Matt with a very pained expression, "I'm
not sure, Matt, but I'll try if I have to."
"No, you won't need to do that. We'll get a couple strong
lads up here to carry you out to the van. We'll explain that you must have
some sort of bug, virus or something, and need to be checked at the ER. I
just hope that we can keep Chris from wanting to go along." He hmmmed,
"Maybe we could suggest the you might be contagious."
Matt left the room, then immediately popped back in,
"Charles, what are we going to give you to wear? Do you have anything with
you?"
"Oh, yes," he groaned, breathing rapidly, "I brought a bag in
from Chris's car, but never brought it upstairs. Must be in the living
room." He sank back in his pillow, still clutching his balls and dick,
looking totally exhausted.
"Be right back."
Matt, Roger and Hardy arrived with Charles' bag. They opened
it and found a pair of silk pyjamas, beautifully made and looking brand
new. Carefully, they sat Charles up and got the top on his arms. The
bottoms were slid on his legs and over his hips, the ice bag still held
onto the scrotum with Charles' hands.
"Charles, Chris isn't awake yet and we're hoping to get you
out before she does. We've told everyone you have a bug of some sort and
need to be examined." He warned, "And you don't need to say a word, keep
your head down and don't even look at anyone, especially Chris if she
happens to waken before we got out."
Charles nodded, staying mute.
"Hardy, there's a bucket in the bathroom closet. Get that and
I'll have it ready in case he does throw up, okay?"
Matt took the bucket while Hardy and Roger gathered Charles
between them and into their arms, wrapping a blanket around him. Since
their steps hadn't been coordinated, the trip down the stairs was a little
shaky, but they make it. As they moved through the living room, everyone
there was concerned about Lord Ballard, but were told that he would be
fine. Matt asked the other Dukes to try to keep Chris at the house, not
wanting her to be exposed to the virus or germ or whatever.
Moving fast, the three with their burden managed to lay him
down in the back of the van, Matt getting in with him to hold his body, so
he didn't get bumped during the trip. Matt let Hardy drive because he is
the fastest driver and the safest.
The morning was warm, beautifully sunny, all the farmers'
fields were looking very ripe, nearly ready for the reapers. Hardy drove
fast but not wildly, and they reached the hospital within 10 minutes.
After they pulled into the ER entrance, Hardy snagged a
gurney onto which they loaded Charley carefully. He still looked terrible,
white and shaking, but determined to keep the ice bag on his balls. As
they watched him, all three felt he was turning green. Matt got the bucket
out of the van and had it under Charles' head just as he threw up,
fortunately keeping it all in the bucket.
"Dr. Ridgway, you are back again. Another casualty again?"
Their favorite male nurse, Sean, came out of the door and helped them
inside. "He just throw up? Has he thrown up before?"
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.