Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2004 07:57:34 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-34
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the
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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 34
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Matt was still fulminating about Dr. Powers who probably sent
the letter to all the Duke's parents. He happened to notice Rick standing
over them, smiling.
"What the hell are you smiling about, Ricky?"
Rick was smiling, "Do you want to hear the good news now?"
Hardy and Matt were unbelieving, 'How could there be good
news?', they thought.
"Yes, damn it, don't keep us in suspense!"
Rick began, just a little abashed, "Yesterday, I went home
after band practice and checked the mail. My parents both work so they
weren't home." He snickered, "I steamed open this letter on college
stationery and envelope, and found the letter you read. I thought it might
be bad grades.
"I knew I had to do something about it, couldn't have all our
parents reading it, especially since it was complete bullshit." He
swallowed, nervous with his excitement, "So I got hold of each Duke and
Chris, telling them to get home and catch the letter before their parents
could read it. And, I told them to bring me their letters so I could show
you."
"Well," Matt was shaking, he was so worked up, "did ... you
... get ... them ....all????" In fact he leaped out of bed, still naked of
course, and got close and in Rick's face, "Did you?"
Rick just smiled wisely, teasing, "Oh, yes, Dr. Matthew
Ridgway, we got them all."
"How about Jamal, Ricky, he lives quite a ways away." Hardy
was worried.
Ricky laughed, "Jamal called home and got his little brother,
Leon, who is twelve, to burn that letter. He had to promise Leon a brand
new bicycle, 12 speed at least before he would agree..
"Hah, poor Jamal was sweating blood by the time they got it
settled. I don't know if his letter has been burned yet, but Leon swore to
Jamal that he would hide or burn it. Honestly, their parents don't give a
shit what their boys do."
Matt fell back on the bed, groaning, "These guys will have me
white haired by the time they graduate." Hardy got up and held Matt
upright, "Come on, old man, you will survive this too." Matt told Ricky
that the Dukes would pay for the bicycle for Jamal's brother. No sweat.
Matt hugged Hardy, shook his head, "No, I can't take much
more." And he was only partly fooling.
Hardy jerked his head at Rick, indicating he should get in
the group hug, which he did. Actually, Matt and Hardy had Rick between
them, pressing their naked bodies against him. No problem, he loved it. He
and his lover Jamal had made love with Charles and Matt a short while ago.
Matt had made Rick feel really, really good.
Rick's eyes lit up. "I can go for that, in fact Jamal and I
talked about it and both said we'd like to have sex with you both. So, if
you're really pleased, you could go that way."
Hardy and Matt were grinning from cheek to cheek, "You got
it, Ricky, we'll set a date."
Suddenly, both doors burst open and their nephews, Jacob and
Joshua, hurtled into the room and on the bed. They were surprised to find
their uncles standing, talking to a Duke. They were surprised that they
weren't up and getting ready for work. The fact that they were naked didn't
surprise them.
"Hi Uncle Matt, Uncle Hardy, and ah ... ah ... "
"That's Uncle Ricky, guys."
The boys started spreading kisses all over the place,
including Uncle Ricky, too.
"Boys, would you go and get Todd up to get you dressed." He
turned, "Wait a minute, I just remembered, next week your school starts,
doesn't it, Jacob?"
Jacob grinned, "Yes, Uncle Matt, it's going to be great."
Matt lifted him in his arms, "We're going to miss you, Jacob,
but I'm sure you will find first grade lots of fun and you'll get to learn
all sorts of neat stuff."
Jacob put his arms around Matt's neck, "Yes, I know. But I
think I'll be a little scared, too."
Matt had one hand under Jacob's butt, the other holding him
tightly. "My son, you will do just fine, I'm sure. We all love you, and we
will be behind you all the way. Now scoot."
While they had ben talking, Hardy got up and dressed since he
was needed at the music building.
"Hey, Ricky, if you need a ride, I'm going in to the
college." Hardy was about to leave.
"Sure, Hardy, that would be great. My father brought me out
here." He looked at Matt, "Matt, I'll give the letters to Hardy. Okay?"
"Ricky, yes, and be very careful of them. If you give us the
letters, we'll start trying to prove that they were written by Dr. Powers
somehow. We'll probably can't sue him or we'll be really outed
everywhere." He thought a moment, "But, I'll guarantee that we will get
him, hopefully before he acts stupidly again."
"Thanks so much, Rick, you've saved our lives, really."
Matt shook his hand, kissed Hardy on the lips and as he
watched them leave the bedroom, Rick was trying to talk Hardy into buying
him breakfast. Hardy kept shaking his head, but Matt knew he'd do it.
Such a soft hearted, wonderful man. Matt smiled lovingly, his heart so
full of his emotion and relief.
* * * * *
Matt had kept the one letter he'd gotten from Rick, so, when
he'd dressed and had some breakfast, he headed for the music building. He
took a few minutes to note the progress on the new music building which
seemed to be finishing at a rapid pace, just two weeks until the College
opens for the new school year.
Once in his office of the old building, he placed a call to
Lieutenant Reardon, requesting a chance to talk to him, preferably in
Matt's office.
"Now what, Matt, what have you gotten into now."
Matt laughed, "This time no one is hurt physically, but it is
serious. A lot of people are going to be hurt, possibly. I need advice
more than help, I guess."
"Okay, Matt, I can be there in a half hour if the Lord is
willing."
"I hope He is, see you then."
Matt walked into the old building, through the dingy halls
which hadn't been painted in eons. He knew that budgets throughout the
College were tight, but that was ridiculous. While in his office, he picked
up his office phone, punched in Dean McAllister's office and received an
immediate answer.
"Hello, Dean McAllister here."
"Hamish, this is Matt, I've got a real problem and I can't
talk about it over the phone. Lieutenant Reardon will be in my office in a
few minutes, could you get away?"
"Sure, Matt, I have one appointment which won't take
long. Say, fifteen minutes?"
"Great, see you them, thanks."
* * * * *
When both men were sitting in front of Matt's desk, he handed
the letter to the Dean, who passed it on to Lieutenant Reardon after he
read it.. Neither man knew what to say, stunned would describe their faces
and attitudes.
"First off, guys, I have a intelligent angel in my Dukes.
Rick Balsaam had gone to his home where he lived with his parents in
Windsor. He went through the mail in the mailbox, found the envelope from
the College and addressed to his parents. He was afraid of something bad
happening to him, so he steamed open the envelope. When he read that
letter, he knew what he had to do. Each of the dukes must get that letter
before their parents could see it.
"I'm pleased to tell you that each Duke got the letter before
their parents found it, and brought them to Rick, and he brought me that
one."
"Lieutenant, isn't that criminal? Slander? Extortion? There
must be something illegal about it," the Dean complained to Reardon.
"I'm not an expert on something like that, but it sure is
malicious and fu... ah .... frigging unethical. I suppose you are thinking
of Dr. Powers." He stopped, "I thought he went to Iowa?"
Matt frowned, disgusted, "I thought so, too, but he must not
be. The envelopes were mailed in Windsor. In fact I saw Dr. Powers the
other day, coming out of the Admin building carry in some papers in his
hand. I ignored him at the time, but maybe I should have confronted him."
The Dean spoke up, "Matt, I have a friend at Iowa State at
Ames. He's the registrar and if Dr. Powers is there, he would know it."
"Go ahead."
Lieutenant Reardon and Matt sat quietly as Hamish talked to
his friend.
The conversation was short but to the point. Hamish ended
the call and turned to Matt and Lieutenant Reardon.
"Dr. Powers is not at Iowa State. My friend said that there
was talk about him because someone on the faculty committee had heard the
Dukes in Washington and thought, as the Music Department head, Powers would
be the founder and director of the group.
"A member of the committee was assigned to investigate, but
it only took him one day to find out that Powers was not behind the Dukes.
And, in fact, had been forcibly retired by Windsor College. End of story."
Hamish smiled, "Serves the old bastard right."
Matt spoke up, "Since most likely he is still here in
Windsor, what can we do?"
The three men were quiet, their brains whirling and spinning
through the possibilities.
Matt spoke first, seriously and solemnly, "We have to find
him and shut him up. That's for sure." He continued, "I'm not suggesting
killing him, but he's got to stop his campaign of vindictive and malicious
attempts to destroy the Dukes and me personally. The fact that he would
hurt quite a few people in the effort doesn't seem to bother him at all.."
Lieutenant Reardon said that he would take on the effort to
find out where he is living.
"Since he sold his old house, he might have bought
another. I'll check all those records, and I'll check with the utilities to
see if his name comes to the surface."
Matt decided that he could check with the post office while
the Dean would check the offices in the Administration Building or
elsewhere in the college to see if Powers had been there last week.
The three men shook hands and took their worries home with
them. They all knew that Dr. Powers would be quick to continue his drive
against Matt and his friends. So they must be quick to find him.
* * * * *
Before he left the Music Building, Matt stopped to talk to
his secretary, Rosemary Hamman about Dr Powers.
"Rosemary, has Dr. Powers been in this office in the last two
weeks?" He presented a very serious face to her, trying to impress her of
the seriousness of the question.
She looked at Matt, "Yes, he was in here, oh, a couple weeks
ago." She looked confused, "He wanted me to type a few letters, he said,
but I said he wasn't my boss anymore and I didn't have to do anything for
him. If he'd been decent to me, I might have thought of doing it. But he
was always nasty to me."
"Think back, Rosemary, "did you get a look at the letter?"
"No, I wouldn't even look at it. Just told him to leave."
She smiled, "And he did."
"Did he also ask you for some student home addresses, any
students?"
She gloated, "He asked, but he didn't get them from me.
Maybe he went to the registrar."
Matt thought of something else, "Was he ever in my office?"
"No, sir, I was here all the time."
Matt assured her, "That was fine, Rosemary, he has no
business on this campus." He turned to leave, "I'll be going home now, and
I'll see you tomorrow." He broke in, "Oh, have all the music department
courses and students been scheduled and printed?"
"Oh, yes, Dr. Ridgway, we're all ready for them in two
weeks. The individual schedules have been mail to their parent's address.
See you."
Her statement made him think, 'where could Powers have gotten
the Dukes' address?'.
Before leaving the campus, Matt stopped at the registrar's
office to talk to the clerks. He asked a number of them if Dr Powers had
been in there sometime in the last couple of weeks. Finally, he talked to
Mitsy Williams, clerk of student records.
"Yes, Dr. Ridgway, he came in week before last and asked for
some student home addresses. I thought he was still part of the faculty and
I gave the address to him. I'm sorry if I done wrong, I just didn't know."
Okay, Mitsy, don't worry. You probably couldn't have
known. But, don't give addresses out any more. Not to anyone unless you see
their faculty pass."
She reddened, "Oh, I never will do that."
* * * * *
Rick and Jamal were lying on Jamal's bed in a sixty-nine
position. They had started some good fore-play five minutes before and had
the other's cock in their mouths. Rick loved Jamal's uncut dick, not
thick, but fairly long. He mostly loved to get his tongue between his
foreskin and his cockhead, swiping and cleaning around under the skin which
Jamal kept very clean anyway. He usually had one hand around Jamal's
balls, gently manipulating them, softly and lovingly while his other hand
lay between Jamal's ass cheeks, again running them over his asshole easily,
sometimes tickling his wrinkled slit, sometimes sticking one finger tip
inside, feeling the heat, the strength of his sphincter and the moisture in
the channel.
Jamal himself was enjoying Rick's naked body, caressing his
white, unmarked skin and feeling the relatively small muscles. Rick wasn't
a big man, but his cock, while not long, was fairly thick. He didn't get
to fuck Jamal a lot, though because of his love for Rick, he would allow
it. Rick's cock size was a bit difficult to accept. It was getting easier
as they went on.
Occasionally Jamal would allow him to push his thick cock up
his asshole, but he would be very sore for a couple days. Rick knew that
and appreciated each time Jamal would let him inside. Rick loved Jamal so
much, loved the sturdy, uncut cock and loved the caf au lait shades of his
skin. Plus, he was in love with Jamal's mind, intelligence, and quick wit.
And he loved the way Jamal could suddenly slide into his black slang way of
speaking, like the hippest, hip-hop artist. And then immediately switch
back to his normal perfect English grammar and pronunciation.
He loved to watch Jamal while he stripped, rediscovering the
fine muscles without much heft, but well-defined and sleek. His cock was a
bit darker than his skin and his cockhead tended toward red-purple a bit.
The whole body was smooth with a patch of black hair under his arms, just a
touch between his pecs and a nice black bush over his cock.
Sucking noises dominated the room's silence as they worked on
each other's rising cock, arousing the other to great heights,
"Oh, man, Ricky, I'm almost coming .... how about you?" Jamal
felt the pressure in his balls and all over his crotch rising to his
climax, sending shivers throughout his body, sparks under his skin that
made him move his limbs. He pulled Rick's ass more toward his own body,
forcing Ricky's pulsing, pounding hot cock
Rick just mumbled around the long slim cock in his mouth, his
juices running down into Jamal's pubes and sliding further to douse his
balls.
Rick moaned deeply, almost growling, warning of his cuming
soon.
Both men renewed their sucking vigor, stronger and more
violent on the other's cock head and the staff, the skin glistening and
gleaming in the sunlight hitting the bed.
"Oh, look out, babe, I'm cumming. Ah ... ngh ... aahhh."
Jamal very quickly repeated his sounds, shooting his slick,
white cum down Rick's throat.
The two men sucked each other clean and practically dry, then
Rick turned around on the bed going head to head to hold Jamal in his arms.
He lay on his back and Jamal lay parallel but on his stomach, half on top
of Rick, his head on Ricky's chest and one leg over Rick's crotch and his
still fat cock.
"Jammy?"
"Yes, lover,"
"I was thinking about Moose. He is really a good guy, isn't
he?"
Jamal kissed Rick's left nipple, taking a little nip of
it. "Yes, Ricky, he really helped us out. And he wasn't afraid of gays.
Maybe having a gay brother made the difference."
"Did I tell you that he called and wanted to talk to us, with
his brother along?"
Jamal hugged Rick closer to him, gripping him with his arms
and legs, particularly pulling his left leg tight against his recovering
cock. "I agree, hon, we'll have to work on that."
* * * * *
At that moment Moose Monahan was vacuuming his parents' home.
The boys did try to help because both their parents worked every day and
came home tired. Moose had even become a good cook, standing in for his
mother in many ways.
Moose finished vacuuming most of the house except for his and
Mike's bedroom. It was almost noon and Mike still wasn't up. Moose knew
that Mike and his best friend, Nelson Stronheim, had gone to the drive-in
theater, seeing two shows and getting home very late. Michael had
persuaded Moose to get them two beers apiece, promising that they would
drink them at the beginning of the show. They would stay until after the
second movie so they would be sober by the time Nels drove them home. Moose
had reminded them to get rid of the cans.
Moose was up when they came home and felt they were
completely sober. He would sometimes get the two 16 year olds a couple
beers but only if they stayed home. Moose sighed and knew that Mike had him
wound around his little finger. He smiled at that.
He opened the door to their bedroom to see Mike inert on the
bed, under the sheet. He was on his back and Moose couldn't help noticing
that his hard cock was making a peak in the sheet over his crotch.
Moose smiled again, wondering if he and Nels ever did
anything sexual with each other. Mike had announced to Moose a year ago
that he was gay. Moose was stunned, thinking about this boy he had raised.
He marveled because he'd tried for 15 years to present to his little
brother the essence of the real man that he tried to be. What else could he
have done?
Moose was five years older than Mike and had loved him
desperately ever since his birth. Since Moose was just five when Mike was
born, his mother wouldn't trust him with anything more than holding his
little brother for just a moment. However, by the time Mike was almost one
and starting to walk, Moose was taking care of him most of the time.
Moose was hopelessly in love with the sturdy baby and
actually had taken over his mother's job of caring for him. He changed his
diapers, though sometimes he almost threw up at the smell when he took the
diaper off. But, gamely and determinedly, he got rid of the diaper and
cleaned his brother's bottom up perfectly. Moose smiled remembering his
teasing Mike a lot about having to clean up his bottom practically all his
life.
Mike was always an angel with Moose and behaved well in every
way. When he was little, Moose would carry Mike in a back sling and walked
most everywhere. Their house was out in the country, on a farm just south
of the city of Windsor, so they walked the fields looking at cows, horses
and other animals without fear or nervousness. Moose explained about the
animals and what they ate.
When Mike started to make sounds and his family tried to get
him to speak and say 'mama' or dada', the only word he would say was
'moos'. Moose had talked a lot about the cows, or more specifically, the
MOO cows. It wasn't long before Mike was calling his older brother 'moos'
and the name stuck. Ever since, the family has called Matthew Monahan by
that nickname. So, Moose hadn't been called Moose because of his size
since he hadn't been unusually bigger than normal until age 10 or 11. Mike
still took credit for the nickname.
Moose didn't really understand about 'gays' or 'homosexuals'
and hadn't really thought about them until Mike told him about being gay.
When he asked Mike about how he knew, he said that he looked at and dreamed
about boys like other boys looked at and dreamed about girls.
In their earlier years, Moose tried to expose his brother to
the wonders and thrills of team athletics, being around other men, young as
they may be. From PeeWee football, middle school football, then high
school wrestling, he took Mike with him for practices and games or matches.
Mike was very good when Moose left him in on the bleachers. All of Moose's
teammates got to know Mike very well, often bringing him little toys to
play with, patting his head always with a 'hi Mikey' to him. Mike returned
the favor and he learned all their names. When Mike was nine and in third
grade, Moose's wrestling team mates got him a tiny wrestling outfit,
calling him an atom-weight wrestler. Mike was very proud of his wrestling
togs. He looked so cute, Moose thought.
Thinking back, Moose realized that Mike loved being in the
locker rooms while the boys changed clothes and took showers. Moose had
received permission to allow Mike to take a shower with the team. After a
little while, he had to have a talk with Mike, telling him that he could
look around, but not to stare at any of the boys, especially when they were
naked. He thought that Mike understood.
Since the time when Mike confessed, the two brothers hadn't
talked about homosexuality at all, but Moose, after meeting the nice gays
he had helped with the bigot, Krupko, had a better opinion of them as a
group. There was nothing wrong with them that he could tell. He was sorry
for them, so often they were hated and abused for what hadn't been their
fault at all.
Moose went inside their bedroom quietly and sat on Mike's
bed, beside him. Slowly, Mike woke up, stretching, finally opening his
eyes and jumped when he saw Moose sitting on his bed. He smiled and said
'morning', then scrambled when he realized that his hard on was creating a
mountain in the sheet. He reddened, embarrassed that his loving brother
caught him with his aroused cock.
"Don't worry, Mikey, you ain't got nothin' there I haven't
see many times. You'd often get a hardon when I was changing your
diapers."
"Aww, Moose, don't bring that up again, please?"
Mike sat up, trying to hide his erection. Moose reached out
and clutched his brother with both arms, pulling him against his body.
"Mikey, can't I tease you when we're by ourselves?" He
ruffled Mike's short hair, "I love you little brother, and I thought you
loved me too."
Mike put his arms around his huge brother, well, almost all
the way around, and hugged him as tightly as he could. "Of course I love
you, Moose, you are my father, mother and brother all wrapped in one
wonderful guy."
"Ok, gimme a kiss, then."
"Sure."
The two brothers kissed on the lips, not in lust but in love.
'Someday', Mike thought.
Moose broke apart the joint hug, "What were you planning to
do, Mikey? Anything special?" He threw the sheet to the end of the bed,
grabbed Mike, slung him over his shoulder, and carried him to the bathroom,
spanking his bottom lightly as he did it. "No matter what, we need a
shower .... now!"
He put Mike down on his feet, pulling off the boy's boxers at
the same time.
"Geez, Moose, you don't have to strip me, huh?"
"Sure, I do," he countered, "we got to get going. I got
plans for us today."
Moose quickly threw his T-shirt over his shoulder, but missed
the hamper.
"Boo, Moose missed again," Mike was laughing at Moose, but in
love, not spite.
Moose was soon stripped naked, his huge body was heavily
muscled, but not like the body builders, his muscles weren't defined like
them, but just as heavy and thick.
"Gee, Moose, you got a woodie, since when?"
Moose looked down, not having realized that he had a hard on.
His brow wrinkled, he couldn't understand it. He had never gotten a hardon
when naked with Mike ... ever!
"My god, Moose, that's a monster, how long is it?"
The two brothers had usually slept naked, often touching and
holding each other, though never getting stiffies before, not that the
other knew.
"I never measured, Mikey. Didn't think that was important."
"Yes, the stories always say that size doesn't matter, it's
how you use it." He giggled, "I've never had a chance to test the theory."
He abruptly flicked out his hand to bounce Moose's cock so it slapped his
abdomen.
"Hey, little brother, how come you did that, you've never
touched me before? Have I missed something, Mikey?"
Mike sat on the toilet lid, put his hands over his face and
moaned his 'sorry' to Moose.
Moose sat on his heels in front of Mike, spread his knees on
either side of the toilet, and put his hands on Mike's knees, "Mikey, I'm
sorry, I'm not angry. It was so sudden, I just was startled."
Moose put his arms around Mike's shoulders, patting his
back. His hands slipped to the toilet lid, holding on to Mike's buttocks.
"Oh, Moose, please, please don't .... ah .... " Instantly,
Moose knew Mike was crying and sobbing in his arms. He held him tighter.
"What is it, Mike, you know I'd never hurt you, I love you,
remember?"
Mike pulled his face up from his hands. "That's the trouble,
Moose, I love you too, but ... but ... oh god ... " He looked into Moose's
eyes, deep to their depths, trying to reach his inner soul to ask for
forgiveness. "Moose, I'm IN LOVE with you. IN LOVE WITH YOU!" His hands
went over his face, his head down as he cried more.
Very softly Moose breathed, "Oh my god, what have we done
now? What have I done?"
He kept holding Mike very tightly, holding him against his
chest.
Mike looked up, his eyes open and directed to Moose's
eyes. "Moose, are you angry? I can't help it. I know I've loved you since I
was born, but this has come over me the last year." The tears still
streamed down his cheeks, in his mouth and off his chin. " Please, please
don't hate me, Moose. I'd die."
Not knowing what to say to his brother, Moose kept quiet for
the moment, while trying to figure out his answer. 'Oh god, please help
me, tell me what to say to save us.' He kept rubbing Mike's back and
buttocks with his hands, not realizing how much he enjoyed the touch of his
brother's smooth, silky skin.
Through his tears, Mike started to giggle, "Please, Moose, if
you keep that up, I'm going to cum." He suddenly was still, then, "Oh god,
Moose, I'm cuming. Oh ... ngh...hnn ... here ... here it cums, I love
you."
Moose felt Mike's body jerk and tense up, muscles tightening
all over, then he felt Mike's cock spraying his cum and it running down
Moose's chest, dropping into his crotch on his cock and balls.
Mike almost screamed, and did yell, "Oh man, Moose, that was
out of this world."
Though he was sympathetic with his brother, Moose didn't know
what to do. His brother had just squirted his cum all over his chest and
crotch. He knew well that he loved his brother dearly, but sexually? He
didn't think so.
"Michael, I'm sorry if I put you in a bad spot, I didn't mean
to make you cum. Can you forgive me for that?"
"No," he blurted, "I need to thank you, it was wonderful."
"But Mikey, I'm not in love with you, man." He thought to
himself, 'At least I don't think so.'
Mike looked accusingly at Moose, "Stand up, please." Moose
did. "So, why do you have a rock hardon, biggest one I've ever seen, even
on the Internet." He smiled. "I think you ARE in love with me. Honest." He
looked hopefully at his big brother. Very quietly, "I hope".
First, Moose didn't know they had men with erections on the
Internet. Second, what had he been missing and what was a
seventeen-year-old doing looking at erections on the Internet anyway.
"Mike, I'm sorry, but I'm really in a muddle, completely
puzzled. How about you get your shower and then I'll get mine. Get
dressed and wait for me in our bedroom. Okay?"
Moose watch his brother closely as his perfect bottom
followed his legs over the rim of the bathtub. He thought, 'my god, I'm
staring at my brother's buttocks, and aching for them.'
Mike was quick in and out of the shower, dried off and went
to their bedroom. He didn't get dressed because he felt this was his
opportunity to explain his feelings to Moose.
Moose also finished his shower and returned to their room
covered only with a towel.
"I thought you were going to dress, Mikey."
Mike shook his head 'no' and looked at his big brother with a
serious face, determined.
"I think we need to talk, very, very personally, about my
feelings and your feelings about each other. Don't you? I need you badly,
Moose, to help me. Please!"
Mike was sitting on the edge of his bed, hoping Moose would
sit beside him. To urge him on, he patted the edge beside him and smiled.
Moose realized that he was right, so he sat by Mike and put
his big arm around Mike's shoulders, pulling him close. "Okay, Mikey, I
will try to help any way I can." He leaned his head down to give Mike a
kiss on his forehead. "First, can you tell me what you feel like as a gay
man?"
Mike sighed, not sure how to proceed. "This isn't easy,
Moose." He grabbed Moose's right hand which hung over his shoulder,
holding on tight. "Moose, have you ever looked at a girl or woman and
immediately you feel tremors and tingles in your body and your dick goes
hard. Zap, just like that." Moose shook his head 'no'. "Anyway, bro,
that's the way I feel when I see a boy or man who attracts me, who is sexy
and handsome and hot. Someone like you." Mike grinned with pride and
respect.
"Also, if some other man or boy touches me, anywhere, not
even on the dick or butt, I get a sudden flash of heat and sweat. You know,
like Mom when she gets one of her hot flashes."
He looked tenderly at his brother, knowing they both loved their mother
deeply. "Speaking of our mother, sometime we'll have to figure out what to
tell our parents about me. And you, too, maybe." Moose frowned when he
heard Mike say that. He was disturbed enough knowing that Mike was gay.
"Also, Moose, no matter what you decide, I want us to go on
as usual. I want you to consider your feelings in respect to me." Mike
rubbed Moose's bare back with his left hand, still holding Moose's hand
with his right. He also pulled Moose more tightly against his naked side,
even as he realized that he was getting a hardon just being so close to
Moose.
"Mike, you know well that I've loved you dearly since you
were just a babe, and I still do, but I don't think any time was it a
sexual love."
Mike challenged his big brother, "Think all the way back to
when I was a young boy and you used to bathe me, okay."
"Okay."
"Can you ever remember getting a hardon when you were bathing
me, didn't you ever get one? Don't be too much in a hurry to answer, be
honest with me. Please."
Moose still held on to Mike with a grip of love and
adoration. He tried to bring back those years so long ago. Suddenly, he
gave a start and abruptly was aware he had gotten hardons when he bathed
Mike. He knew it. His forehead popped with sweat, his whole body was wet
with the realization of his orientation sexually.
Moose then knew that he might be gay. Thinking about his
reactions earlier, he could remember hundreds of time having a woodie
during and after he and Mike had been hugging in bed, going to sleep. He
never had related that to a sexuality which must be his. But now what?
Moose grabbed Mike up and set him across his lap. "Mike, my
wonderful brother, I must ask you to forgive me for not understanding what
you were going through." He clutched his naked brother to his breast,
holding him so firmly. "And what I was going through that I didn't
recognize inside myself."
"I know I am in love with you, Mikey, I adore you completely
and know we must be together always. I know I have been in denial, I didn't
want to admit that I might be gay."
Mike pushed Moose back on the bed and lay full out on his
naked body. He did have some trouble getting Moose's cock to lay down so
it wasn't trying to drill a hole in his stomach. He had his face over his
beautiful brother's, "I love you so much, Moose, we need to be together.
I'm 17 and you are 22, which is quite a difference now, but when I'm 30 and
you are 35, that's hardly any difference at all."
Moose grew sober, somewhat sad, too. "You know, Mike, what we
are talking about is called incest, having sex with a member of your close
family. I don't think there would be a chance of us being arrested, but
most people frown on it, seriously. And you are just 17, too"
Mike was way ahead of Moose. "Moose, wasn't that law set up
to keep close relatives from having children, which could be born with
serious handicaps?"
Moose, looking up into Mike's lovely face, and smiled, "You
have really delved into this whole subject." Mike nodded, then kissed
those thin lips of Moose's.
"Mike, I don't think I have a choice, but we will have
difficulties. Our biggest problem would be to tell our parents, or not to
tell them and try to keep the secret." He laid his thin lips against
Mike's juicy rosebud ones, then stuck his tongue between Mike's lips to
touch his tongue.
Mike raised up quickly, "oh god, what was that, Moose, you
stuck your tongue in my mouth."
"What do you think all those couples on TV or movies are
doing when they are kissing, they duel with their tongues, and search out
all around their partner's whole mouth. I'm sorry, I just assumed you knew
that. Now that I think of it, how far have you and Nels gotten, like at
the drive-in movie?"
In a second Mike's face was brilliant red, his body hot and
steamy. He finally smiled, "I'm supposed to reveal all, huh? Maybe Nels
wouldn't like me to do that."
Moose slapped Mike on the butt with both hands, "No secrets,
Mikey, no secrets between us, ever. Will that be too hard?"
Mike pretended to pout a little, "You hurt me, man."
"Get used to it, lover, that was just a love tap." He softly
caressed Mike's buttocks, "You have the most beautiful buttocks in
existence, Mikey, you really do. I would never really hurt you."
While Moose was talking, Mike started sliding down Moose's
body until his face was pressing into his crotch where his brother's
thumping cock bounced into Mike's cheek. He pushed his tongue out to slide
it over Moose's silky yet like steel cock.
The huge cock lay on his tongue, the heat and pulsing
transferred to Mike as he was in a state of ecstacy and eroticism never
before felt in his life. Grabbing the shaft with one hand, Mike pulled the
cock down until he could get his mouth over the head, the satin, soft flesh
at the top of his big brother's fleshy ram.
Moose pulled his cock out of Mike's mouth, "Have you ever
done this before, Mike?"
Slowly, shyly he shook his head in a 'no' response.
"Don't you think you better practice on a smaller dick than
mine?"
At that Mike grinned, "Well, I did practice some on Nelson's,
but he don't even shoot yet. He's only got a small one, even smaller than
mine."
"Get up, little Mikey, let me move to the pillow." Moose
crawled over until he could stretch out on their bed, his head on one
pillow. "Now, come here, my loving brother. You got your rocks off a
little earlier and I'm not desperate to cum. If it's okay with you, I'd
like us to lay together and just cuddle while we sort things out a bit.
"I haven't quite made up my mind that I'm for sure gay. I
guess it's probably true, but the reality is not very real yet. I think I
may have to go visit some gay friends from the Dukes. They have been
partners quite a while. They may be able to help up."
"Can I go with you? I'll be good, Moose. I don't know any
real gays. The one I'd like to see is Hardy Wolfe. He's a god!" Mike was
lying against Moose, nestling against his hot, hunk of a body.
"You do know that Hardy is the partner of the Professor,
Matthew Ridgway, don't you?" He mussed Mike's hair and said, "I'll be sure
to introduce you to him soon."
Moose wrapped his large arms around his much smaller brother,
holding him with love and deep affection. "Just relax, Mikey, let's get a
nap before our parents get home." He gave Mike the evil eye, "Remember, we
have to be very careful around them or they will begin to suspect. Okay?"
He fondled Mike's bubble butt cheeks, thrilled with the feel of that sheen.
"Sure, Moose," and he tongued and licked one of Moose's
quarter sized nipples, sucking like a little cub on his huge mama bear."
* * * * *
The day after their first meeting, Matt, Hamish and Les met
again with information that had come to the investigators. Actually, all
three had found some information, but not where he might be living. When
they met in Matt's office, they compared results.
"From what I learned, I have a feeling that he is using a
phony name. He may have been planning this all along and learned somehow
to fix himself up with a new identity." Les seemed to feel positive about
it.
Matt countered, "I know that Powers tried to get Rosemary to
type the letters but she wouldn't, she didn't even look at it. She asked
him to leave. He should have know better than to ask anything of Rosemary,
he had treated her very badly. I found a clerk in the Registrars office
who gave him the names and addresses of each of the seven in the Dukes. I
don't think she'll do that again." He still showed his anger, "And, I think
she will give evidence against him when needed.
Dean McAllister said he found a secretary in the Physical
Education Department who admitted to having typed the letters, then handed
them to Dr. Power. She'd heard of him and had no idea he had been retired.
I asked her if she read the letters." He smiled, "Tricky question, wasn't
it?"
"Anyway, she said she didn't read the letter and had no idea
what they said." He nodded, "Yep, if you had met her, you would believe
her. I honestly believe she could type letters all day but never remember
any of them."
"Les," Matt said, "don't we have enough evidence now? He
wanted Rosemary to type the letters and mail them. That sounds rather
definite to me."
Lieutenant Reardon set his mouth in a hard, straight line. "I
think we have enough to call on the Doctor fella and put the fear of
Reardon to him. I don't know how it would play in court since we don't have
a letter with his fingerprints on it."
Matt spoke up, "Hasn't your fingerprint department found any
prints?"
"Yes, some, but matching them will be tricky. Where can I
find his fingerprints?"
"In his old office, my present office, maybe in the little
bathroom which I have never used. Got to be there somewhere. The cleaning
staff would clean it, but I'm sure there must be some that they would have
missed."
"Okay, I'll check. Let's get together tomorrow too." Matt and
Hamish nodded sure.
* * * * *
Moose woke up with a start, listening intently. He heard the
noise again.
"Oh god, Mikey, our folks are back home."
Mike jumped up, "What will we do?" He was panicked, really
frightened.
Moose got him out of bed, "Go take a shower, a long, long
shower, Okay?"
Mike ran into the bathroom, got the shower going and stepped
in.
Meanwhile, Moose jumped into some jeans and a t-shirt, ran
downstairs and started washing the dishes he and Mike had used for lunch.
"Still working, Moose?" The boys' mother dropped the
groceries she'd picked up at the store on the kitchen table. She had the
day off from work, taking a little time here and there.
"Well, Mike and I both had a nap a while ago. You will notice
that we cleaned the house I hope. Got sorta dirty, so Mike is taking a
shower."
"Your Dad won't be home until evening and Mrs. Stronheim will
pick me up in a couple minutes, we're going shopping down in Bryan. So you
guys will be on your own for supper." She stretched to kiss Moose on his
cheek, "I'm sure you can handle that."
"Sure, Mom."
She looked at his face again. "You are smiling big,
Moose. You look like the cat who ate the canary, dropping feathers
everywhere."
Moose blushed but not enough for his mother to notice. "Oh,
heck, Mom, I'm just feeling good. You know, had a good day." His blush
was more from thinking about Mike.
Outside, a horn blasted four or five times.
"Oh, that woman, no brains. Tell Mike I had to
leave. Probably take us hours."
Moose kissed his mother on the lips as she passed him on the
way to the front door.
Right after the front door closed, he heard Mike sneaking
down the stairs. He ran to Moose and grabbed him. Mike was still naked.
He was grinning and questioned, "Is this play time, Moose?"
"No, maybe later it we get a chance. We are going to do what
I set up for this time, we are going to go see some of the Dukes, I was
going to ask Matt Ridgway to set it up."
"That's great. When do we go?"
"Probably next week. Now put something decent on your hunky
bod., right now we are going to the arcade. We haven't done that in a long
time. " He smiled at his little brother, leaned over and grabbed him by two
hands under his buttocks. He pulled Mike off the floor a foot to even up
their height. "But, before that I want a super kiss from you." After that
request, Mike swung his legs around Moose's hips, locking his ankles
together, and hung on.
The two young men spent five minutes while they attacked each
other with mouth, lips and tongue, until they were both as hard as possible
and Moose was leaking in his jeans since he hadn't worn underwear.
Moose broke off. Mike wasn't a real lightweight any more,
he'd been adding weight and muscle.
"Mikey, that was great, I love you deeply, much more than I
could ever love anyone else."
"And I love you, Moose," he grinned, "and I want to make real
love to you."
Moose looked out in the driveway, "Oops, Mikey, get your
gorgeous body upstairs and get dressed, Dad has come home early. Better not
let him see us like this. Now scoot!."
* * * * *
When Mike and Moose were learning previously undiscovered
parts of each other, Hardy had called a meeting of the Dukes at the old
Music Building. Hardy had looked at the new building that morning and
found where his office would be. He grinned at himself. He was excited to
have an office all his own. Matt had promised that and had delivered.
He looked around at the group in Matt's office. "Anybody
who's not here, raise their hand." Not even a light titter, he'd used that
ancient line too often. 'I must get me a better writer.'
"I have some things for you guys that might make our trip
seem more real to you." He fumbled with some packages on the desk and
finally pulled out a small one and opened it. "Here are your passports,
direct from Charles the Lord. I'll pass them out alphabetically or maybe
by age, or maybe I should do it by middle name ...."
"Oh shut up and pass them out, Hardon!"
Hardy smiled with evil overtones. "Somebody is going to be
toting a lot of baggage on our trip, me thinks." He was looking right at
Roger who tried to look innocent.
"Wasn't me, boss," and everyone else groaned at his
assertion.
"Anyway, where was I ... oh, I know ... pass out the
passports." Hardy, with a sleight of hand, removed Roger's passport from
the pile.
"Okay, here we go. Ladies first, Chris, then BJ, LJ, Rick,
Jamal, Todd. As he handed the last passport to Todd, he said, "Well, guess
that's it. Now I want to go ..."
"Hey! Where's my passport?" Roger was a bit incensed, and
rightly so, he thought.
Hardy looked up, "You didn't get yours, Roger? I know it was
here." He started shuffling through the mess on the desk. Suddenly he
pulls it out of his pocket, "Oh, here is was all the time, in my pocket."
He smiled broadly, "Here you go." He held out the passport and Roger
grabbed at it. It wasn't there because Hardy had pulled it back.
Hardy moved close to Roger and hugged him. He whispered in
his ear, "Remember, Roger, I started getting paid by the college starting
this week which means I'm actually a faculty member, not your plaything any
more." He slapped Roger on his butt, gave him his passport and kissed him
on his cheek.
BJ yelled, "Hey, no fair, no secrets from us. We're all for
one and one for all. Whatever that means."
Hardy raised his hand to quiet the troops, "I just told Roger
that as of this week, I'm a full-fledged faculty member." He made a formal
bow.
BJ spoke more quietly, "Well, so we must be more respectful
and polite, is that right, Mr. Hardon?"
That broke everyone up, and it was a while before Mr. Hardon
Wolfe could get control.
He spoke up, "And I have more, if anyone cares." He turned
around so they wouldn't see him smile. He loved them all.
As they settled, he began passing out their schedules,
flights, travel to the Hall from Heathrow airport, room assignments at the
hall. Hardy thought about screwing up some of those assignments, like
putting Rick with Roger instead of Jamal, but decided he'd done enough
joking. Anyway, maybe they would have liked to be playing with someone
new.
"Matt and I have almost finished the music for our
performance, and I'll try to have the parts ready for you by next week.
Also, you have gotten the last monthly check you will get, which was
calculated to take care of the next two weeks before classes start. Then
you are on your own."
"Hey, Hardy," Rick called out, "you remember Moose Monahan
from the Krupko case? Remember he helped us catch him?"
"Oh, yes, Rick, what's up?"
"Well, Moose called to see if he could come to talk to us and
he's bringing his brother, Mike. Mike is the one who thinks that he's gay,
he's just 17."
"Hell, I knew I was gay by the time I was 12," retorted
Jamal. "I'd already put the 'make' on my younger brother, Leon, he was
only 9."
Rick answered that, "Jamal, you told me you were scoping out
your kindergarten playmates, checking out their dicks when they went to the
boys room." He was laughing as he said it and was joined by the others.
"Well, sure, Ricky, and you were one of them, one that I
thought had too tiny of a dick to bother with. I will admit now that I was
wrong." He went to Rick and hugged him,
Hardy broke in again, "That's it for today, guys, practice
tomorrow at noon. See you then. Have fun. Only two weeks until school
starts."
* * * * *
The morning of Jacob's first day of rest of his 12 years of
school, at least. The Ridgway house was busy early that morning. Everyone
wanted to see Jacob start his education in the first grade at Taft
Elementary school in Windsor.
Todd was getting very emotional to think of HIS Jacob being
old enough to start school. He spent a lot of time scrubbing little Jacob
in the shower. To keep from getting his clothes all wet, Todd had stripped
and gotten in the shower with him. Every inch of Jacob's body was
completely clean, soaped, scrubbed and rinsed, then dried, all by Todd.
Todd was on his knees while drying Jacob and when he
finished, he clutched Jacob to his body.
"Jacob, I'm so happy and pleased that you are ready to go to
school. This is such a great beginning for you, growing up and going out
in the world."
Todd was holding Jacob tightly, caressing him lightly.
Jacob said softly, "If you are so happy, Toddy, why are you
crying?"
Todd defended himself, "I'm not ... ah ... well, I'm crying
because I'm so happy for you, and because I'll miss you so much when you
are gone."
Jacob gave Todd a kiss on his lips. "Don't worry, Toddy, I'll
come home to you every day, you are my favorite person."
That started Todd up again, dripping tears on Jacob's
shoulder.
"Thank you, Jakey, I appreciate that, and I love you more
than anyone."
Jacob came back fast, "More than Roger, Toddy?" He looked
squirrely.
Todd looked around, stuttered a bit, "Don't tell Roger,
please, but yes, just a little bit more."
Jacob threw himself hard against Todd, wrapped his arms
around the man he loved.
"Aren't you guys ready yet?" Anne was standing in the
doorway to Jacob's bedroom, "You know, Todd, you aren't the only one sad to
see Jacob get on that school bus. Get the poor kid dressed, okay?" She
sympathized with Todd, but he would still have Joshua to keep for a couple
more years. "Get your clothes on too, Todd, if you are walking to the bus
with him."
After breakfast, brushing teeth and combing hair, Jacob
started out on this momentous day of his life. Jacob went through the
front door with his Rug Rats lunch box, dressed neatly in khaki shorts, red
and white knit shirt and the latest in young boy's sports shoes.
Following Jacob, single file, were, in order, Joshua, Todd,
Nana, Steve, Gary, Matt, Hardy, Roger and Christine who came out early to
see Jacob off. The line wound like a snake and traveled sinuously from the
house to the road where the bus would stop.
Jacob saw the bus way down the road and started giving
kisses, first to Joshua, then to Todd and so on until he reached Christine.
He blushed a little, but manfully gave her a sweet kiss on the lips after
she picked him up. By that time, the bus was waiting for him.
Jacob got on the first step, turned and waved. The bus
driver asked Jacob who all those people were, and Jacob rejoindered,
"That's my family, that's who." That set the other kids on the bus
wondering who this new boy was. Jacob only knew a couple boys whom he'd
met at church. But, he didn't look back, he was looking forward to his
adventure.
* * * * *
The 'family' returned to the farm house, happy to see their
oldest child, if you don't include Todd, started on his educational
journey. Most were happy about that, but sad about not having Jacob around
all the time.
Half of the group headed for the kitchen, not having had
breakfast, to scrounge for something good. Roger and Todd fought over the
last sweet roll on the plate until Matt came up and thumped the roll with a
knife dividing it in half. They both looked at Matt, wondering how he had
the right to stop their scuffle.
Matt started to laugh at their startled faces, "You each take
half or I'll take the whole roll."
Finally, getting over their shock, they laughed too.
"Thanks, Oh, Solomon, the Wise," they sarcastically announced. The two
young men took their half of the roll and headed for Roger's junker of a
car, heading for the new music building to look around. Roger was going to
practice on the new Dukes' parts while Todd had an appointment with his
advisor at the college. He had to get his schedule arranged so that he
could be with Joshua in the mornings. Nana Anne Wolfe was willing to watch
him in the afternoon.
Matt and Hardy sat on two of the white rocking chairs on the
wide front porch, sipping coffee and communing with their local world and
each other. They didn't say much but checked each other out frequently.
The chairs were close enough to hold hands and they did. Hardy felt the
warmth of Matt's hand in his heart and in his crotch. He loved this man so
completely and desperately, he prayed so often that nothing would separate
them, ever.
Matt sat straight, his eyes misty from thinking of their
situation, the wonder of it all. Both were so pleased with their
relationship, loving each other more than ever, enjoying the happiness of
their 'family'. After seeing their oldest nephew off to school for the
first day, they became introspective and nostalgic.
"Matty," Hardy whispered, "I love you." He smiled at Matt,
enjoying their balanced value of one to the other. They were close enough
to lean over to kiss on the lips. Matt's right hand was holding Hardy's
left hand on the chair arm, his fingers playing with the gold ring on his
finger.
"Hardy, I can only say ... that ..... ah .... I love you
more." He said it melodically. He grinned, wanting to start their
inevitable loving bickering about who loves who most.
That was sabotaged by their mother, Anne, "What are you guys
doing? And in plain sight of everyone passing on the road out there." She
stood by their chairs on the porch. She smiled.
They kissed again, then faced her, blushing a bit, Matt said,
"Mom, we are grownup kids, and we can get a lip lock when we want
to. Besides, the road is too far away for anyone to see who it is."
"That's as may be, but I thought you guys were going to keep
a low profile until you got rid of Dr. Powers."
Hardy disagreed, "Mom, he's just an S.O.B turkey and we'll
smash him soon. We'll be all right, right, Matt?"
Matt joked, "Sure we will babykins, my lover bottom." He
reached behind Hardy and patted his bottom. Hardy giggled then, wondering
what his mother would think.
"Good lord, Matt," his mother-in-law retorted, "you are going
to corrupt my son, he's too young to hear that kind of tripe."
"Too late," Hardy cut in, "it's too late for that, Mom, I'm
already depraved." A twinkle appeared in his eyes, "And I love it."
Both Matt and Hardy jumped up and wrapped their arms around
Anne, kissing her on both cheeks, holding her tight. She groaned and
tut-tutted their silliness.
"Mom," Matt started, "we've been out here thinking about the
Dukes and all. We'll be going to England in a couple months and we want it
to be a momentous trip for everyone. None of us has even been there, or
anywhere overseas. I was thinking that just before we leave we have to
celebrate and organize a Bon Voyage party for the Dukes and us. What do you
think?"
Anne smiled broadly, swinging around to head inside. "Good
idea, get organizing!"
Matt and Hardy came together in a lip lock and made kissy
face. Still with arms around each other, they went in the house to the
library and started planning. Even in the early heat of the day, the
roaring fire in the fireplace felt good to them.
They had just settled down when the phone chirped and Matt
picked up.
"Ridgways, Matt speaking."
"Hi, Matt, this is your favorite Bobby. That's a little
English joke."
Matt told Hardy it was Sergeant Reardon.
"Hi, Les, what's up?"
Silence. Then. "Who told you to call me that? It certainly
wasn't me."
"Oh, sorry, Sergeant, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I
could have called you Lester."
Matt knew that the sergeant hated the name.
"Lets not quibble, Matt, I have news."
"What?"
"We got Dr. Powers. He's locked in a cell not 20 feet from
where I am standing. The DA decided that we had enough on him to pull him
in. How about that?"
"Oh god, Les, that's wonderful. Who found him?" He told
Hardy they found Powers.
"One of your Dukes .. ah .. Chris. She saw him come out of a
house near her parents and called it in. We picked him up a little later
when he returned to the house. Guess who owns the house?"
Geez, "I don't know, Les." He was getting a little
exasperated with the police sergeant.
"Powers' brother-in-law, his ex-wife's brother. He's been in
and out of trouble for years, but is temporarily out of jail. Seems to
have money from someplace."
"What will happen to him?"
"I would say he would be up before our most lenient judge, so
most likely he'll get probation for five years, plus a restraining order to
stay away from you and yours and Windsor College and out of Williams
County. If he violates that order, he would go to jail for five years. I
do think your problems with him are over now."
"Thanks, Les, that's great news, we sure appreciate your
efforts in our behalf. I'm thinking maybe a Benefit Concert for the Police
Benevolent Fund. We'll get working on that too. It will be a good dress
rehearsal for the Dukes before we see the Queen." He laughed, "And we'll
try to schedule that just before we fly to England. How about that?"
Les's voice seemed a little thick, and hard to get out, but,
"Matt, that would be wonderful, I won't be able to thank you enough." He
struggled to clear his throat, "I've got to get back to work, can't spend
all my time with the artistes. Good luck."
Matt explained to Hardy what Les told him, "And I think he
was really overcome with emotion at my offer of a benefit concert for the
police. He's a good man, tough but really considerate."
Hardy interjected, "I think your idea of the benefit is a
great one. We'd need a dress rehearsal and that would do it." He sipped
some coffee, "Let's get to work on the Bon Voyage party. We would need
some British stuff, hey, how about we call Charles to see if he could send
us some flags, bunting and other junk for the party."
"Great idea, Hardy, would you call him, after you find out
the time difference and see what he could do for us. I'm sure he will."
Matt smiled, "After all, we showed him some fine times when he was here."
He grinned and rubbed his cock.
"I know the time difference, it's 5 hours, so 10 here would
be 3 pm there."
"Ok, Hardy, we need to call Brian to be sure at least he can
be here. We could have the party during the weekend of November 21, 22 and
23. We'd love to have Mike Keith here if he could make it." Hardy had
stood up, and Matt did too and embraced him. "You know, Hardy, I'm sure
Brian will be so pleased when Mike Keith gives up his seat in Congress, and
be home with him. I know we'd like to really get to know him, maybe share
some hot times together."
Hardy kissed Matt again, "You are so right, Matt, he's a
great hunk." He leered at Matt, then shook his head. "Oh no, no sex now,
I'll go to the office to call Charles." Pretending to misunderstand the
look on Matt's face, he made like the good guy with will power, doing what
his older lover wished.
Matt tried to swat his butt, but he got away too quickly,
laughing all the way up the stairs.
* * * * *
After lunch, Matt and Hardy left for the music building at
Windsor College. They parked in Matt's spot as Head of Department, then
headed into the old building. Hardy climbed to the second floor and Matt
headed for his office on the first floor. Just as he started into his
office, Matt spotted Neil Jordan, one of the music instructors, down the
hall.
"Hey, Neil, you got a minute?" He yelled to him.
"Hi, Matt. Sure, now?"
"Sure."
"Okay."
Matt went in to sit at his desk and drop some papers he'd
been working on at home. He hadn't checked on Neil for a while, both being
on vacation mostly.
"Hi, Matt, what's up?"
"Sit down, Neil, how has your summer been?"
Neil Jordan was a music major with a masters degree whom Matt
had met in Columbus about a year ago. Neil was assistant manager of the
Hyatt Convention Center on the north side of downtown Columbus and looking
for a teaching job. He and Matt got along great and as soon as he could,
Matt hired Neil for the music department at Windsor. Since then, everything
he's heard has been excellent. Since Matt hadn't been the department head
the last year, he hadn't been as close as he would be this year.
A black student at Windsor the previous winter, Lee
Washington, had been abused, beaten and raped up his ass with part of a
broom handle by his roommate who did that because Lee was gay. Matt helped
get him to the hospital and Neil took him in his home when he got out.
Since then, they had become friends and lovers, and were still living
together.
"How's your summer been, Neil?"
Neil grinned broadly, happily, "It was great. My parents have
a cottage on the shore in Connecticut and we stayed there for six weeks.
Wonderful, swimming, boating and just living together a whole month with
just us."
Matt hesitated, then asked, "How did you parents treat you
guys?"
Neil's eyes moistened, "Matt, I was so proud of my parents,
and Lee too. They loved him and he got along great with them. My parents
hated my former partner when you and I first met. I think they would have
accepted Dracula instead."
Then the sun went out of Neil's eyes, "There is trouble,
Matt, I hate to bother you though."
"Neil, tell me and we'll decide what to do. Okay."
Neil covered his face, embarrassed, "Somehow, someway, Matt,
the story of Lee being raped by a broom handle has gotten around the
campus. Most students, if they heard about it felt sympathy for Lee, but a
small group of immature idiots, have been giving him a hard time, calling
him all sorts of names, propositioning him, saying their dick would be
better than a broom handle any day. He's been embarrassed and ridiculed
terribly. I'm at my wits end. While we were in Connecticut, he calmed down
and we had a great time. Now that we are home, he doesn't want to go to
school."
"Any idea how the story got out?"
"Matt, I'd be willing to bet that some homophobe on the
hospital staff started spreading the story. I don't know how we'd ever
discover him or her, or what we'd do about it. I don't want to leave here,
Matt, I love it here, but I might have to if it keeps up."
Matt thought a moment, "Neil, I think I know a young man who
might be able to learn who these creeps are. We still have a little time
before school starts, so let me see what I can do. Is Lee all signed up
and everything?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure I can get him to go. I was so pleased
that the College allowed me to sign him up as a faculty member's
family. That is so great."
Matt didn't tell Neil that he had spoken for Neil and Lee to
the Admissions Board so that Lee's application would go through.
"Give me a week, Neil, I'll see what I can do. I need you on
the staff here, nowhere else."
* * * * *
Matt knew where Moose lived out in the country. He had
phoned him to see if he could come out to visit. He calmed Moose down,
saying it had nothing to do with him or his brother.
Matt pulled in the driveway on time and Moose was waiting on
the porch with his brother, Michael, both smiling.
"Hi, Dr. Ridgway, welcome to our home."
Matt had never seen a more immaculate farm, landscaping was
perfectly and not a weed anywhere.
They shook hands and Matt had a little trepidation to put his
hand in Moose's monster.
"Come in, I have some iced tea fixed and we can talk where it
is cooler."
With a cold glass of iced tea in three hands, Matt noticed
that Moose and his brother sat together on the sofa, wondering at the two
brothers sitting close as if they were attached.
"Moose, I have a little favor to ask of you. There is a
young man, a sophomore, who is being harassed by other students, mostly
boys, because of an attack he suffered last winter."
Moose spoke up quickly, "That would be Lee Washington. I know
him a little and find him very nice. I've noticed a little bit of it, but
not where I could do anything about it."
"That's the one, Moose. I helped him after the attack and
thought he would get through it. But somehow the story was leaked by a
staff person at the hospital, most probably a homophobe. Maybe you won't
want you brother to hear all of this."
"No, go ahead, Dr. Ridgway, it's all right. Michael is gay
and I want him to understand."
"Okay. Lee was attacked by his roommate after he discovered
that Lee was gay. He beat him severely and left him on an instructor's
porch, nearly dead. The worse part was that he had stuck part of a broom
handle up Lee's rear end."
Michael put his hands up to his face, softly moaning. Moose
put his arm around Michael and pulled his against his body. He whispered
words that Matt couldn't hear, but seemed to calm the younger boy.
Matt was worried about Michael. He was sure Moose would be a
great brother. But ....
"Michael, I want to tell you something. I'm gay, I have a
partner with whom I'm very much in love and we live together. Sooner or
later we hope to really get married. Lee's trouble with his roommate was
an unusual occurrence. Most gays are able to live full lives without too
much difficulty.
"You will do well I'm sure, especially if you get as big as
your brother."
Moose smiled, "That's what I told him, and we are in training
for him to be big and strong, too." He paused, looking serious,
"Dr. Ridgway, I want to tell you something. Michael and I are both gay, and
we want to stay together." He hesitated, looking down at his hands, "We
are in love with each other."
"Moose, you are assuming that I won't tell anyone, and I
won't, believe it. But you do need to be careful of telling anyone else."
He looked at the boys fondly, they were a beautiful pair. "First, please
call me Matt. Everyone does. And, as I said, I will keep your secret, but
you know it must remain a secret.
"I wish you would keep in touch with me. You know where my
office is, Moose."
"Yes, sir ... ah .. Matt, I do."
"Good, I don't know if you could find out anything before we
start classes in two weeks. See, Lee is afraid of going back to school
because of the harassment, and I don't blame him."
Moose asked, "Dr ... Matt, we would like to talk to a student
couple, for advice and a little help. Who would be best for us to talk to?
I already asked Rick and Jamal."
Matt considered, then, "That would be fine. Talk to Rick
Adams and Jamal Woods. I know you know them. They would be great."
"Yes, and I know the dorm where they live. I'll call them
this afternoon."
"That's great, Moose. And I want you to call me anytime if
you have problems. Okay?"
Moose and little Moose smiled and stood. Matt walked up and
put his arms around both of them. "You guys are wonderful and I can see
you love each other, but you must remember to be very careful. Don't show
your emotions when you are out. Understand?"
Each Moose nodded his head.
Matt held them tightly and kissed both on their cheek. He had
to stretch to reach Moose's cheek and bend over to reach Michael's. Matt
wasn't surprised that Michael blushed, but was astonished when Moose
blushed too.
"Take care, guys, and Moose, see what you can find out about
Lee. I'll see you. Bye."
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.