Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2004 14:59:26 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-35

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.
If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in
your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now.
Always be SAFE. Otherwise read on and I hope you enjoy.

The Dukes of Windsor Copyright 2004 by Paul H. Daventon.  All rights
reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner
whatsoever without written permission of the author.  If you are enjoying
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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-five
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              In the early afternoon on that Monday, Jacob was dropped off
at the farm by the school bus, safe and sound at home.  He waved good-bye
at the kids still on the bus, Jacob made friends easily. He raced down the
lane and into the house.

              "Nana, Nana, I'm home."  He shouted so anyone in the whole
house could hear him.  Nana didn't answer, so he ran into Nana's room to
find her.  'No Nana', he thought. 'Maybe Todd is around.'

              He went back to the mail hallway, "Todd, where are you, I'm
home."

              "Jacob," Todd called back, "I'm here in the pool room, taking
a swim, come on in."

              After he said it, Todd knew he should have let Jacob change
out of his school clothes first.  He watched Jacob run into the pool room,
quickly strip off all his clothes and jumped into the pool naked.

              "Hi, Toddy, I'm so glad I'm home and you are here."  He swam
quickly to Todd and wrapped his arms and legs around his beloved Todd.  He
planted his lips on Todd's, and received a very warm kiss.  After they
hugged a little, Jacob slid down Todd's naked body, finding on the way down
that Todd's cock had risen to point at his navel.

              As soon as he realized what had happened, Todd pulled Jacob
up off his cock. "I'm sorry Jacob, that should not have happened.  Please
forgive me for not stopping you sooner."

              "It's okay, Toddy, I didn't mind, I know you have a boner."
He smiled, "I've seen what you guys do sometimes.  I was afraid you were
hurting each other from the sounds you were making, but I know you
weren't. It looks like fun to me, but I know I'm too young."

              Todd hugged Jacob to him, tightly, suddenly afraid for his
charge. "Oh, Jacob, you shouldn't have seen whatever you saw."

              Silently, Jacob shook his head 'no' with a sad appearance on
his face.

              "What you saw happens when two men love each other and
express their love in ways which are not for boys, they are for grown ups."
He considered the possibilities, "Did you see Roger and me together?"

              "No, Toddy. It was Daddy and Gary."

              "Oh, honey, that's how they love each other.  And it's okay
for them, not for you or Joshua.  I'll help you to try not to think about
those things until you are much, much older.  Okay, my friend?"

              Jacob tightened his hold around Todd's neck and waist, "Yes,
Toddy, I will. I love you."

              Soon other members of the household returned home and found
Jacob and Todd in the pool. No one was concerned that Jacob and Todd were
naked.

              "Hey, Jacob, how was school?"  Roger and Hardy had appeared
by the pool.

              "Oh, it was great, Roger, I made more friends and learned a
lot of stuff.  My teacher, Mrs. Grant, is super, I love her.  And, you know
what, the boys had to wait in line to use the boys' lavatory while the
girls used their own lavatory.  And, we all used the urnals together, and I
saw a lot of the boys' pee-pees.  One of the boys wanted to go in the
girls' restroom, but the teacher stopped him in time. That was
interesting," he giggled.

              Jacob talked for a half hour about his day in school, gaining
a larger audience as more residents came home.  Finally, Nana Anne entered
the pool room, and invited Jacob to her room where she wanted to hear all
about his day. She figured that even though the others were being
entertained, they probably wanted to get to other things.





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              Moose and his brother Mike climbed the stairs in Rick's and
Jamal's dorm to their room.  Moose knocked on the door, gently so he
wouldn't startle them.

              When no one came to the door, Moose asked, "We aren't early,
are we, Mike?"

              "Nope, Moose, right on time."

              "Well, I give another knock, a little harder this time."  Rap
- rap - rap.

              Then they heard noises in the room, and sounds of someone or
someones scrambling, trying to be ready for guests.  One of them yelled,
"We'll be right with you."

              Moose and Mike waited another 30 seconds and the door was
opened by Rick, "Come in guys, glad to see you.  We were taking a nap after
our grueling rehearsal this morning." He was dressed but only in a pair of
shorts and a tee.  His hair had been run over by a egg beater, or maybe
that was the newest style.  He looked like he'd been 'rode hard and put
away wet'. He smiled, "We only have one chair, why don't you take that
Mike, and Moose can sit on the bed.."  He was afraid the chair would never
hold Moose.  The bed was king-sized, actually two twins placed side by side
and covered with a huge king mattress.  That was their playground, they
said to those who asked.

              Moose looked around, "I've never lived in a dorm, I've always
lived at home." Inhaling, Moose knew that the odor he smelled was cum! Lots
of cum! Recent cum!  He looked at Mike, slightly rolling his eyes and
smiled.  Mike nodded slightly, understanding.  "Maybe by the time you go to
college, Mike, in a year, I'll have a job in Windsor and we could have an
apartment together. How about that?"

              Mike's face broke into a broad grin, "Super, Moose, great
idea."

              The other door inside the room opened and Jamal stepped out.
They could see that the door led to a closet, a not-very-big closet but he
was dressed. "Hi, guys," Jamal walked over and shook Mike's hand and
Moose's too.  He was a tad worried about putting his hand in Moose's paw.
He worried for naught.

              "Glad you could come over."

              Moose felt appreciative, "We are very happy that you would
have us."

              After a few moments of quiet, Moose spoke up. "Rick, and
Jamal, I'll try to explain how this had come about, needing to talk to
someone who could help us with our situation." He moved his hand to point
at Mike, "Mike here told me a year ago that he was gay. I have to admit I
really didn't know what he meant. He cleared up the problem by saying,
homosexual.  That helped.

              "I'm not quite sure what I said then, but probably something
like 'that's nice'.  I wasn't a very understanding brother, but I didn't
want to over react.  Actually, I've been a father and mother to Mike,
besides brother.  Both of our parents work long hours out of the house, and
their roles descended on me by default." He grinned and said, "He's going
to be pissed at me now, but when he was about six months old, I pretty much
took over.  I fed him, fortunately he was on a bottle by then, I wasn't
exactly able to take over Mom's breast feeding." He laughed, "Tits, yes,
but all dry." He pointed at his own nipples.

              The others smiled at his silly statement.

              "I also cleaned up his bottom of the messes he made.  That
was really tough at first." He smiled lovingly at Mike, "I promised not to
say that any more, but couldn't help myself.

              "I helped him with his school work, got his clothes and kept
them clean. He does them himself now.  You may have noticed that we don't
look much alike.  In fact, maybe from a different planet, you think?"

              He told about Mike being teased at school, then was beaten
up, and how he took care of the beaters.

              "Last week, Mike and I really talked about our thoughts and
feelings, and he shot cum all over me when I just held him. I didn't
understand how my actions would affect him. He told me how he felt as a gay
man and that helped.  The final result is I've wondered if I might be gay,
too."

              Rick and Jamal looked at each other, unsure of just what they
should say, how they could help them, especially Moose.

              Rick spoke up, "Moose, we aren't sure how we can help you.
I'm sure you have thought of the fact that Moose, you are over twenty-one,
and Mike is only seventeen.  That's one danger.  Also, you are talking
incest. Unfortunately, in this backward state, the laws are still on the
books, though rarely used."

              Jamal broke in, "Have you thought how you can keep your
parents from knowing about you.  Rick and I are lucky because our parents
know and though they aren't pleased, they trust us and will support us.  Of
course, we aren't brothers so that doesn't bother us.  And we are both 21
or over."

              "Have you actually had sex with each other?" Rick wondered.

              Moose smiled, "You could say I made Rick cum last week and we
were going to go further but decided to avoid the problem and just take a
nap in each other's arms.  Our mother came home early, so that was
that. Mike has had a little experience with a friend his age, but not
much."  Both Mike and Moose blushed, still not at ease with Rick and Jamal.

              "Mike, do you and your friend just masturbate together, or do
a little cock sucking? I'm not trying to be nosy, just so we can understand
what you've experienced."

              With a very red face, Mike softly answered, "I tried to suck
him once, but that's it."

              "When do you finish school, Moose?"

              Moose looked at Rick, "I graduate in January, then I'd like
to teach locally and coach wrestling."

              Rick continued, "Then I think your idea of getting an
apartment in town is a good one, so Mike could go to college the next year,
live with you so you would be around to help him."  He continued, "I think
the sooner you can move out of the house, the better."

              "Mike will graduate high school at 17, he's taken all advance
placement classes, some of which will count for college credit."

              Jamal suggested, "So, Mike is a real brain besides being
gorgeous and a hot hunk, huh?  What a combination!"

              "What more do you want to talk about, what can we tell you to
help your situation?"

              Moose and Mike looked at each other, wondering if they dared
to ask some of their questions.

              Moose whispered to Mike, who nodded and seemingly agreed.

              "We have never done anything together, guys, Mike has just
jacked off with a friend. As he said, he did try to suck him off once, but
didn't get anywhere.  I've only indirectly caused Mike to orgasm all over
me, unknowingly.  I never had come close to any woman, man or boy in a
sexual way." He colored a bit, unused to discussing the subject as they
were doing.  "I guess, guys, we would like instruction how to do what you
do all the time, make love to each other without hurting each other."

              Rick and Jamal looked at each other, questioning as to what
they should do. Jamal was usually the leader of their twosome, and would be
the one to answer.

              Jamal asked, "You mean that you want the instruction as a lab
experiment, we physically perform the sex while you watch or while you
actually follow our lead?"

              Both Moose and Mike turned red, embarrassed to say the
least. Mike piped up, "Yeah, Jamal, do it with you, that's the idea if you
don't mind us barging in."  Mike grabbed Moose's hand, gripping it, trying
to get Moose to agree.

              Jamal smiled, excitedly, "Ok, guys, we'll take you on.  You
follow our lead and we'll give you just what you want."

              Rick and Jamal were naked in less than a minute, throwing
their few clothes on the desks. Mike looked at Jamal's long, slender uncut
cock, then not believing Rick's shorter one, but thick. "Come on guys, get
with the program. You want a good grade don't you?"  Rick and Jamal break
up, laughing, each jacking the other's cock until they were hard as
rocks. They had sex not half an hour ago, but the situation was arousing
them quickly.

              Moose looked at Mike and shrugged, "We wanted to do this,
love, don't we?"

              Mike was looking a little reluctant to go ahead and strip. He
wanted to, yet he was afraid of making a fool or an ass of himself.

              Jamal urged, "Hey, guys, stand up. Okay?"  He move quickly to
Moose and pulled his t- shirt off his head and threw it on one desk.  He
looked at Rick, nodded to Mike, urging Rick to take Mike's clothes off.

              In just a minute both Moose and Mike were stark naked,
looking at each other, not quite sure that was just what they wanted.  Mike
moved beside Moose and scooted under one arm, holding on to his waist.
Moose cuddled Mike, looked down on him, smiling gently into his eyes,
softly patting his naked buttocks..

              Rick and Jamal noticed that look, and Mike's response,
realizing there was real love between the two boys. They also noted that
when Mike touched Moose, his huge cock started rising, gaining in length
and thickness. Their mouths gaped when it reached total erection, hard as a
rock.  Mike didn't even look at it, but his hand held it and started
jacking it.  Moose was a huge man, but not fat. And his butt was quite
narrow, from his wide shoulders to his slim hips, nice vee shape.

              "My god, Moose, I think we better work toward having Mike
fuck you instead of the other way around." He looked around, "And I don't
see anyone around here who might care to take your cock in their ass."  He
chuckled, "I hope I haven't hurt your feelings, you have a really great
cock there, just not one for my ass."

              Rick added, "Come on Jamal, let's bring them to the bed."

              Rick and Jamal each grabbed one of their arms and hauled them
onto the bed.

              "Okay, guys.  Let's take this step by step. Oh wait, Moose,
you have jacked off?"

              "You crazy, Jamal?  Probably an average of twice a day since
I was 13." He smiled, "I'm a pro."

              Jamal continued, "And you, Mike?"

              "About the same, of course only three years.  I'm a
semi-pro." He chuckled.

              "Then we'll skip jerking off.  I guess ... ah .... sucking
cock is next.  Mike, you will want to watch carefully. I know you will want
to make love to Moose's cock and probably drink his cum. If you love him,
you will. Both of you lie down on your sides in a sixty-nine position. You
know?"

              "Yeah, I do," Mike boasted.

              The arrangement on the bed ended up having Moose and Jamal on
the outside with Rick and Mike lying inside of them.  Rick's butt was
against the back of Mike's head, when Mike tried to swallow Moose's huge
cock, probably 8 inches long and thick. Moose had never measured..  The
head was like a mushroom, larger than the shaft by quite a bit.  Mike loved
feeling Moose's body, his lightly haired pecs and the trail to his crotch
where he had a fertile mound of dense, black hair.

              Mike licked Moose's cockhead, swirling his tongue around,
gradually stretching his mouth enough to admit the spongy, sensitive flesh.
Mike also wrapped his hands around Moose's hips, gripping his buttocks with
his searching fingers, working around and into the crevice between his
cheeks.  He was so aroused by his brother's cock and balls, naked and hot.

              Gradually, Mike was able to take the head and maybe three
inches of Moose's cock, slathering the length inside with his tongue,
feeling Moose react, tensing his muscles, tightening his buttocks and
trapping Mike's fingers between the cheeks. One finger had found Moose's
rose bud, teasing it.

              Mike almost pulled off Moose's cock when he felt Moose's lips
and tongue suck his own cock into the moist, hot cavern of his brother's
mouth.

              "Oh, Moose, that feels so good, take it all in."

              The two brothers felt such loving, desirous feelings, their
cocks inside each other's mouths, clutching their hips toward them.

              When Mike realized that Rick's butt was behind his head, he
kept on hand on Moose's butt, but moved the other to feel Rick's smooth,
slick ass.  He loved the feeling of the bubble butt, hard yet supple, too,
so smooth.  Feeling down in the trench, he noted that Rick didn't have any
hair around his wrinkled bud, so warm and moist.

              Moose was so thrilled that the first cock in his mouth was
his brother's, now his lover.  About six inches long and not thick, it just
fit Moose's mouth, moving just slightly down his throat. He didn't even
think of having to gag, he took the stiff tool led by the soft head.

              Rick and Jamal were sucking, too, but still paying attention
to Mike and Moose.  Rick loved having Mike's long fingers testing the
feelings of his ass and his tiny bud of an anus.

              "Oh, Moose, I'm getting close to coming, oh, help me."  Mike
was shaking, his sexual response had taken over his body.

              Rick sat up, "Hey, Moose, let him go, he doesn't need to cum
right away. We think you guys have that lesson under your belts."  He
giggled, "Under your belts. Get it?" The others gave Rick groans and
frowns.

              Moose let Mike's cock loose, giving it a last kiss on the
reddened shaft and deep red head.

              Rick continued, "I think you guys ought to try anal sex, and
since Mike can't take you, Moose, you should take him in your ass, right
away."

              Moose looked lovingly at Mike, "I'd love to take your cock in
my ass, Mikey."

              "Moose, someday I will be able to take you in mine, my
brother, and I'll work at that until I can."

              "Okay, Moose, get on your stomach, and we'll put a pillow
under your hips.  Mike you move around Moose and get between his legs.
We'll help the rest of the way."

              Jamal helped move Moose into the center of the bed, then
shoved two pillows under him. That raised Moose's ass a bit but not too
much.  Jamal had seen that if Moose were on his hands and knees, his ass
would be too high for Mike's cock.

              Mike crawled between Moose's spread legs, between his heavy,
muscular thighs with lots of dark hair, and put his hands of Moose's
buttocks.  He bent over and kissed around both of his cheeks, slowly going
deeper into the butt trench with his tongue until he almost tongued the
wrinkled bud with the tiny slit. Even Moose, as big as he was, had a barely
visible hole. Mike was a little worried that it wouldn't let his cock
inside.

              Determined, Mike stuck his face further between Moose's
buttocks, finally able to swipe his tongue on the hot, soaking wet aureole
around the pinpoint opening.  Moose was going wild with the exotic
sensations radiating from his reddish-brown asshole, under attack by Mike's
tongue, finally submitting to the pressure to allow the stiff tongue to
enter Moose's body.

              Rick yelled, "God, Mike, how did you know to do that?  That's
the greatest! Moose will love you forever for that."

              Jamal thought that Moose was ready, plenty wet and Mike's
dick wasn't that big to give him any trouble, even if he hadn't been fucked
before.

              Rick and Jamal held Moose's buttocks apart, gave Mike a
direct target for his rock hard, throbbing cock.  The two friends helped
Mike by holding his buttocks and his poker to push him straight into
Moose's trench until the soft, spongy head pressed against the tiny slit.

              "Oh, god, Mikey, do it, push it all the way in, love, I want
it and need it. Hurry, please."

              Mike's cockhead felt the throbbing heat, the smoldering
flames of his brother's anus, the sphincter gradually softening its grip
and Mike's cockhead was through!  He felt the burning fires and boiling
juices in the ultra soft tissues of Moose's rectal walls.

              Mike screamed, "Moose, you are so hot, you feel so sexy on me
going in your body.  I can't hold it, Moose, I've got to let go, it's
pushing and pouring out. Oh god, man, it's cumming, I'm going to drown your
guts with a flood of my juice, my babymakers."

              Jamal and Rick could see Mike's buttocks tighten, squeezing
together while his legs straightened as hard as rocks.  Mike was pumping
his cock into Moose, faster and faster until he screamed again, "Moosey,
it's here.  Agh, inside your body with my own body."

              Rick and Jamal lay on either side of Moose and Mike, lying
against their bodies, supporting them in their throes of sexual release.
They saw the two Monahan's kissing and hugging tightly, Mike's loins
thrusting again and again against Moose's ass, his balls bouncing against
that ass.

              "Oh, heaven help me," Moose roared as his body reached it's
climax and his cock released a torrent of cum onto Jamal's pillow.  "Oh,
lover, that was so wonderful, I love you and will love you forever."  Mike
pulled out and Moose turned over. His arms wrapped around Mike's small
body, caressing him from shoulders to buttocks.  "Mikey, I didn't know
anything could possibly be so incredibly exciting. And we have all our
lives to enjoy our bodies and love with each other."

              Suddenly, Jamal raised his head to look at Rick.  He smiled,
"Ricky, today's your lucky day.  I'm so hot I have to have your thick one
up my ass.  I've never been hotter. Please, baby?"

              Rick smiled and they moved into position.  Rick lay on his
back, under Jamal. Rick's thick cock rose straight into the air from his
crotch.

              Jamal told the Monahan's, "We do it this way because I can
let myself down on his cock at my own speed, so I don't tear anything back
there." He patted his butt, grinning all the while, and positioned his
legs, kneeling around Rick's sides which put his asshole right over the
cock.

              Moose and Mike got low where they could easily see the
cockhead and Jamal's asshole meeting gently.

              Jamal lowered his ass, pulling his butt cheeks apart as far
as he could letting Rick's cock tip just touch his anus.  Slowly and very
gradually Jamal let himself drop onto the cock. He felt himself begin to
stretch open, his sphincter fighting all the way.  With a strong urge,
Jamal sat until the head was inside.  His face was screwed up, pain etched
in his features until he could get more cock inside.

              Moose and Mike couldn't believe how wide Jamal's opening
could stretch, all the wrinkles smooth out.  And both used their hands to
caress Jamal's back and sides, trying to ease his load, until finally,
Rick's pubes met Jamal's buttocks.  He was all the way inside.

              Then, Jamal's pained face eased the discomfort and he
smiled. "Oh, god lover, I wish I could do this more often."  He turned to
the Monahans, groaning, "It will be a week before I can easily sit down
again." He smiled greedily, "But it is worth it once in a while."

              Moose and Mike could see Jamal's ass lips pulling in when
Rick pushed and rolling out when he pulled out, the elastic rim following
Rick's cock, not able to stretch any more.

              Rick started to hump Jamal's bottom, wrenching his hips to
force his cock in and out, farther and deeper.  Jamal was riding a tough
bronc with a mighty, potent cock up his ass. He held on until Rick took
Jamal's cock in his hand, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts.

              Jamal leaned forward, leaned on his arms and kissed Rick
profoundly while still bouncing up and down with the force of Rick's urges.

              "Jamal, I'm cumming, hold on." His thrusts were more violent
and powerful and he worked on Jamal's cock to bring him off at the same
time.

              Both men yelled as they produced their cum, Rick deep into
Jamal's guts and Jamal spreading over Rick's chest and stomach.  Soon,
Jamal lay down on Rick, Rick's huge cock still in his hole and they kissed
desperately.  Finally, they both collapsed.

              Mike and Moose watched as Rick's cock was forced through the
lips slowly from Jamal's hole, juices and cum following along with the
softened organ.  Rick and Jamal were groaning together, hugging tightly and
still kissing.  Soon, though, Moose realized they had fallen asleep. He
pulled Mike on top of him and they slept, too, happy with their experience
with the boys and hoping to stay close to them.  Maybe even some sex with
them once in a while. He was sure there were more lessons to come that they
would not have dreamed of.



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              On November 21st, just before Thanksgiving week, the
farmhouse was totally decorated with British flags and bunting sent by
Charles. He also sent baseball caps with the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor
on them, and with all the players names around the edge.  Stacks of drink
coasters appeared too with British designs on plus the Dukes names. Stocks
of beer and snacks had been brought in for the Bon Voyage party which Matt
and Hardy were throwing for the Dukes.

              Lord Ballard has sent so many flags that Matt and Hardy had
hung them all along the porch and along the driveway from the main road to
the house, tied to the fence posts.  There were even enough to decorate the
new Music Building which had been finished just in time for the new school
year.  Matt felt better with his new office, nothing like what Dr. Powers
had.

              On Monday the 24th they would be flying to England for their
performance at Ballard Hall. None of them had been overseas except Chris
and all were excited, almost silly Even though they knew that Charles never
said the British cliches, such as, Pip-Pip, Cheerio, I Say, What Ho, etc.,
the Dukes delighted themselves by using them at every possible instance.
Roger even found a monocle at home which he learned to hold on his eye,
though he looked as if he were spastic on that side of his face.  'I say,
What?'  was his favorite expressions for the whole week. Matt and Hardy
despaired of getting them to stop, but hoped they were smart enough not to
do it when in England. The Dukes' friends thought they had gone wacky,
overload.

              Matt had decided that they would use the pool room, but the
pool cover would be rolled over the water, no swimming at this party.  So,
that was in place even though that would mean no swimming for the whole
weekend.  He felt they could have a great time together without the pool.

              Friday evening, on the 21st, Matt and Hardy decided to make
it an open house for their friends to come, have a couple beers and give
the Dukes a good send-off to England. The whole open house wasn't announced
to the general public, but more by word of mouth to most of those in the
music department, including the bands and teachers.

              Steve and his partner, Gary, were delegated to watch the
drinking, putting a halt to their guests who were over imbibing.  Plus,
they would watch those leaving to make sure the person who would be driving
was sober and no beer bottles went with the others in the car..

              All the Dukes were on hand by 7 pm, ready for the guests to
arrive.  Besides the flags and stuff, they had framed pictures of Charles's
Ballard Hall and interior shots, very impressive shots of the hall and
auditorium.  Though only a small part of the hall was almost 1000 years
old, that figure struck many as being unbelievable.  "Boy, the British
don't throw anything away", was one comment. Another had researched to
learn that the Danes ruled in London under Canute (Cnut) when the hall had
begun back then.

              Since the outdoor temperature was close to freezing, the pool
room was well heated with the drapes over the window walls to help control
the chills.  That room was festooned with both the British and American
flags and red, white and blue streamers.  Only a few of the usual chaises
lounges were scattered around the covered pool itself.  Matt and Hardy
didn't want the guests to deposit themselves in a seat where they would
vegetate for the evening.  The whole purpose of the open house was to get
people together who could respond and challenge each other.

              Soon, many of the Windsor Bands members were in the house,
quietly enjoying the refreshments and the chance to get to know other
students.  Some especially wanted to become better known by Matt and Hardy.
They were already looking forward to the next school year when most of the
Dukes would have graduated and there would be openings for other music
students. And the teaching staff of the Music Department were there in full
strength. Kurt and his lover Sunshine were enjoying themselves along with
Marty and her brother Gary. Gary had been trying to fix up his sister
without success.

              All of the rooms on the first floor were being used by the
Dukes and their guests. The living room, the den and kitchen were crowded,
but the population steadily flowed from one room to the others.  Matt,
Hardy, Steve and Gary kept circulating among them, aided by Todd and Jamal
who were the bartenders who kept tabs on who was drinking how much.  The
rest of the Dukes kept watching for those who might overindulge with the
beer, checking them out if they head for their cars.

              Matt had called Les Reardon about the party and suggested
that a patrol car could be stationed on the main road in front of the
farmhouse as a warning of sorts.  He didn't want the kids to be arrested,
but to be helped.  Les agreed if Matt carefully monitored the drinking
inside the house.  He promised.


* * * * *


              Lee Washington and Neil Jordan made a point to find Matt and
thank him.  Lee had gone to classes for two months now and hadn't had any
trouble from the bullies.

              "Matt, could we talk to you?"  Neil caught Matt on the prowl.

              "Hi Neil, Lee.  Glad you could come.  How's everything
going?"

              Lee exploded, "Matt, it's been great.  I don't understand how
you did it. No one has mentioned me being raped once since before school
started in September.  How did you do it?"

              Matt smiled, he hadn't told anyone what Moose had done to
help Lee. Matt didn't actually know just what Moose did, but it sounded
like he was very effective.

              "Lee, I want you to meet the young man who helped you.  He
should be here, but I haven't seen him yet."  He put his arm around Lee, a
short, slender 19 year old, light brown skin and handsome face.  Then he
saw Moose just coming in the front door.  "Oh, Moose, could you come here
and bring Mike."  Moose smiled at Matt and he and Mike headed across the
room, easily making a way through the crowd for them.

              Matt shook Moose's hand and hugged Moose to him.  Moose, as
always, appeared threatening, but wore a very friendly smile.  Mike,
Moose's brother and lover, hugged Matt too.

              Matt nodded to Neil and Lee to come meet these young men.

              "Lee, I want you to meet Matthew Monahan, better known as
Moose, and his brother Mike.  I don't know how he did it, but Moose was the
one who helped you out in September."

              Moose stuck out his hand to Lee, wanting to shake.  Lee
wouldn't have that and got close enough to give Moose a big hug, pressing
his body to Moose's fiercely, most ardently.

              He looked up into Moose's eyes and mimed a 'thank you',
hugging harder even if his arms didn't get all the way around Moose.

              Moose was embarrassed, not because Lee was hugging him, but
because he didn't think he deserved a thank you for what he did.  Lee was
about Mike's size, so Moose was familiar with the feel of a young man like
Lee.

              "You are welcome, Lee.  And remember, if anyone gives you any
trouble, you call me.  Understand?"

              Lee smiled, actually unable to speak, nodded and retreated to
Neil who also hugged him.  They glowed with joy and delight, thankful for
Moose and Matt.  "Moose, let's get a beer and talk a bit," Neil grabbed
Moose's huge hand to pull him toward the pool room.  Lee put his arm around
Mike's shoulders and they followed Neil and Moose.



              Two young men from the concert band, actually a French
hornist and a trumpet player were sort of cruising for Matt's attention.
They were sophomores who were hoping to be in the Dukes when the next
school starts the following September.  Realizing that they had to play
more professionally than they did at that time, they hope to ask Matt to
recommend teachers for them.

              These two, Mark Wellington and Jack Holden, had known each
other for quite a few years since they grew up in Windsor and were good
friends. They looked so much alike that they were often taken for twins.
Brown hair, about 5'9" and slender with a good muscular tone from swimming
on the high school team, they were competitive with each other, but as
friends, not enemies.  Even though Mark was slightly cuter than Jack, they
were so close in looks as to be twins.

              Both lived in Windsor with their parents in houses near each
other, often staying at each other's house on weekends, sleeping together
in the same bed.  They played so much in their neighborhood, hiking,
camping and picnicking at the lake not far from their houses.  Both boys
had other friends with whom they often played, but normally, when you saw
Mark, you also saw Jack and vice versa. They also belong to the same big
Methodist church in town where they sang in the youth choir and liked the
youth group.

              The two boys started puberty at the age of 12.  Since they
had no secrets, well almost, they shared the changes in their bodies with
the other, occasionally jacking off together, not often and not trading
hands and cocks.  Each one, though, jerked off two or three times a day,
but that was one thing they didn't tell the other. They were so close that
each belonged to the other's family, since both sets of parents awarded
that privilege.

              Often the boys learned whose Mom was cooking what kind of
meal that evening, then decided where they would eat.  And, since both
mothers knew what they were doing, they got together on their menus.  The
boys didn't actually realize this, or realize that they were eating the
good food which they like at either house.

              Mark was the brain when it came to English and History, while
Jack was the whiz on Math and Science.  For this reason they studied
together practically every day, helping each other with their specialties.
Mark and Jack both played in the school band because that came more easily
than singing.  In the sixth grade the boys decided to stick together and
play the same instrument, trumpet. By the eighth grade, Jack had passed
Mark on playing the trumpet, so Mark was asked to play French Horn, a more
difficult instrument in some ways, but easier for a boy with the better ear
and lips. Mark and Jack were both section leaders by the end of the eighth
grade, waiting impatiently for high school and the big band, football
games, pep and jazz band.  Throughout high school no one could beat them on
their chosen instrument, they stayed as first chair of their section and
they came home from contest with all Superior marks.

              That brings us to Mark and Jack at Windsor College where they
decided to enrol.  They still lived at home, but were together practically
as much as in high school.  They had admired their band director so much
they decided on majoring in instrumental music to be band directors when
they graduated.  Neither boy told the other but each hoped they could teach
together.

              Jack was the more aggressive personality while Mark was more
laid back, not quite as out-going. But, their characters fit together so
well, they adapted like a jigsaw puzzle, conforming piece by piece, forming
a superior whole with their personal individualities.

              Two weeks before the Dukes' Bon Voyage Party at the Ridgway's
farmhouse, Mark and Jack's were laying on Jack's double bed in his room.
They were discussing the upcoming party, excited that they were invited to
go.  Even though they were sophomores, they weren't old enough to drink
beer.

              "Hey, Mark, maybe if we are careful we could get a beer or
two. Do'ya think?"

              His reserved best friend thought they shouldn't do
that. "Jack, what if we are caught?  Remember, we want to try out for the
Dukes next summer.  Most of the present Dukes will have graduated and there
should be a vacancy for trumpet and French horn.  Get what I'm saying?" He
paused, "Hey, Jack, if I'm playing French horn, does that mean I have to
wear dresses and be the Duchess?"

              Jack broke out in gales of laughter, "I can just see that,
Markie, you'd be great. But, I think that there would be no duchess if you
were the French horn.  Maybe another instrument would be a girl.

              "Yeah, I know, Mark, and I suppose you are right, I guess I
just wish."

              Both boys had tried a beer a few times and couldn't stand it.

              "You know I don't like it, Jack, and I don't think you like
it either."

              Jack pretended to get angry and pounced on top of Mark.

              "I love beer and you know it."

              "Do not, do not. C'mon Jack, fess up."

              Jack got Mark's arms against the pillows over his head. The
rest of his body matched Mark's, chest to crotch to feet.  Jack was getting
hot. They'd never gotten close physically, even though they both had wished
it were so.

              "Get off me, Jack, damn it, get off."

              "Why should I, Markie, feels comfortable to me. And you are
going to admit that I love beer."

              Mark tried to move his body, but ended up just rubbing their
hard cocks together. When he realized what he had done, he brushed a deep
red and looked into Jack's eyes. At that point they both acknowledged to
themselfs that their cocks were hard and pushed together where they've
never been before.

              Jack looked into Mark's eyes, blushing but hot too, wanting
his friend to be even more.  He began to lower his face, still holding
Mark's arms, smelling Mark's personal aroma, his body and his sweet breath.
There was no way he could stop himself. He lowered his head far enough to
press his lips on Mark's red, juicy ones.

              Mark tensed up suddenly, trying to say something, when Jack
thrust his tongue between his friend's lips.  Neither boy was able to
breathe properly, their bodies were on fire, electric sparks flaming
throughout their nervous systems, near to overload.

              Jack wasn't to be thwarted, he was where he wanted to be for
years and he was sure that Mark wanted it too.  His legs were stretched
outside of Mark's which he squeezed as he pushed his crotch against Mark's.

              Finally, Mark was able to push Jack off of him to lay beside
him, both breathing hard and fast, their nerves in complete disorder.
Neither moved or spoke for a while. Mark was practically crying as was
Jack, but Jack didn't regret his move.  He'd wanted to do that for ages.

              Mark got his breath calmed, quietly and smoothly, "Jack, why
did you do that?" Mark had twisted slightly toward Jack so he could look
into Jack's face.

              Jack didn't speak for a while. Then, "Mark, don't hate me,
please don't hate me." He put his hands up to his face, "I love you, Mark,
I've always loved you. I guess I needed to tell you."

              Mark turned farther toward Jack, a quirky smile on his face,
"Well, Jack, I've loved you forever and I may not have ever been able to
express myself if you hadn't wanted to tell me."

              Mark slid over to lay next to Jack, then rested his head on
Jack's chest, his arm across his stomach and one leg pulled up to lay on
Jack's crotch.

              "Perhaps, Jack, you can feel my hard on pressed against your
leg," he snickered, "I can feel yours."

              "Yep, my friend, I guess we are a pair of cock hounds, aren't
we? Yes, I can feel you very well.  I've always wanted Jack, Jr. to meet
Mark, Jr.  How de do, Mark Jr." He chuckled.

              Mark retorted, "Jack, Jr. I've been dying to meet you, but
Mark, Sr. is such a wuss."

              They both howled and roared, grabbing the other with
searching arms, connecting the two bodies with love and affection and lust,
too.  Their laughter slowly died out and this time Mark was on top.

              "Jack, could I please have a repeat of that wonderful kiss?
I didn't even respond which I would love to do."

              They kissed seriously and deliberately, tasting tongues, but
went no farther.

              "Jackie, does this mean we are gay?"  He wished it so, but
not so sure it was good.

              "Markie, I know I am and I'm hoping you are too.  I need you
and hope you need me."

              "I'm trying to tell you that I do, I love you, need you
forever. Can we do that?"

              Mark thought about it and he knew this was what he'd been
wanting, too. "That's all I've ever wanted, though I'd only realized it the
last three years."  They calmly lay against the other until Mark's right
hand and Jack's left meshed their fingers and held on strongly.

              "Know sompin Mark.?"

              "What, Jackie."

              "Do you realize that all the members of the Dukes are gay,
except for Christine?"

              Mark squeezed Jackie's hand. "I knew some were, but not
all. Is that right?"

              "Yeah, do you think if we were known to be gay, we'd be more
sure to get on the Dukes next year?"

              Jack sat up, holding on to both Mark's hands, "I love you,
will you marry me?" He looked into Mark's face seriously, then broke up,
giggling.

              Mark sat up, too, putting his arms around his new lover, "Why
not, we're in love and I want to be betrothed."  He said that with
determination and firmness, then kissed Jack's hot, sexy lips, so luscious
and juicy. "Just as soon as we are legally allowed to marry, that's when I
want you tied to me with the wonders of matrimony, never to let go."

              That night Mark stayed with Jack, naked in his bed and
lusting for his body. Their first love making that night was to the
complete satisfaction and delight of both young men.


* * * * *


              Back at the Bon Voyage party Mark and Jack found themselves
close together, holding hands and enjoying the party. They couldn't drink
beer, but the ice chests held plenty of soft drinks, too.  They saw and
talked to a lot of their friends, especially Dirk Winters, a good friend of
both boys and trombone in the Concert Band..

              "Hi, Jack, Mark, great party, huh?"  He noticed that they
were holding hands and smiled. "Com'ere with me, guys, just a minute."  He
led them to the kitchen which was empty for the moment.  He closed them
into a close tight huddle..

              "I'm glad you two finally realized that you should be a
couple. It's about time, isn't it?"

              Jack and Mark blushed and pulled their hands apart.  Neither
could think what to say.

              "Hey, guys, it's me, Dirk, you know me and I know you. I've
known forever that you two were in love and hoped you would figure it out
sometime. What happened?"

              Jack spoke up first, still blushing, "Dirk ... ah .... well
.... it happened two weeks ago.  Didn't you notice the glow in the sky over
our neighborhood?" He grinned to Dirk, happy to have their secret finally
out.  They might get a bunch of flak from the jerks, but it would be worth
it.

              Dirk came back, "Well, don't I get to kiss the bride ... or
husband .. or whatever?"

              Mark exerted himself and kissed Dirk on his lips.  "That was
from the groom, and now you can have a kiss from the other groom!"  Jack
kissed him, too.

              "Guys, you make me very happy, I'm not gay but ...."

              "Whose not gay around here?" Matt had just walked into the
kitchen, catching the last bit of what Dirk said.  He looked around,
recognizing Jack and Mark, then Dirk.

              Dirk answered, "I'm not, Matt."

              "So, if that's true, who is gay, could that be you two, Mark
and Jack?"

              Both nodded, blushing again and grinning broadly, looking so
damn cute, Matt thought.

              Matt brought his arms around the trio, whispering to them,
"Mark and Jack, I've known you two were in love for two years now,
wondering when you were going to be a couple in love besides being friends.
And Dirk, you may not be gay, but you have to love these two. Right?"

              "Yes, sir. And I sure do love them."

              "I do too, Dirk, especially as they are my finest sophomore
trumpet and French hornist."
 He whispered to the lovers, "Gosh, guys, you didn't have to go gay to get
in the Dukes. You two have a good possibility of a sure position there."
He hugged them, "My best to you guys, and keep working hard. If you have
any troubles, come to me, anytime."

              The three watched Matt as he left the kitchen.

              Quietly again, Dirk asked, "How did your parents take this
news, guys?"

              Mark shook his head, "We haven't told them."

              "Well, I'll bet they have had this figured out a long time
ago, don't you?"


* * * * *


              The party wound down about 9 and every guest was gone by
9:30.  The Dukes and friends helped clean up the house and pool room.

              Chris went to Matt, "Can't we take the tarp off the pool,
we'd love to swim."

              Matt thought, then called everyone together. "You people have
been wonderful tonight, helping to clean up and everything.  What I would
like to do is have you all back tomorrow night and the pool with be
available for swimming.  I think we have a bunch of talking about the trip
to do.  Would that be okay?  This would be just for the Dukes and
residents."

              The Duke's agreed. They would have loved to have gone
swimming that night, but they figure that Matt must have a good reason.

              Matt did have a good reason. He was tired and he still wanted
a romp with Hardy in their bed.  His cock started rising as he though about
Hardy's body and his cock, too.  'I'll just let them wonder about it.' he
thought.  He looked across the room and found Hardy's blue eyes on him, and
those eyes were filling with moisture since he was also thinking of being
in bed with his lover and husband.

              "Okay then, see you all tomorrow night about 7 pm.  We'll
chat a bunch, drink a little and enjoy ourselves."

              Those leaving said good night, heading home through the late
night darkness, watching the flags along the drive as they did.  Roger and
Todd were the only two left at the house. They would have love a quiet swim
in the darkness.

              "Roger," Todd spoke in Roger's ear as they hugged in the pool
room. "Roger, you know there is the Jacuzzi all warmed up and we could use
that for a while."

              Roger grinned widely, "Lover, you sure have a filthy
mind. You want to play around with me, with my body and all its cowboy
parts and attachments. I know you. You are insatiable, and I love it."
Roger pulled Todd farther into the darkness by the hot tub. "And I love
you, babe."

              "Wait a minute, Rog, I need to check on the boys, won't take
a minute even."

              Todd raced up the stairs and into the boys room. Much as he
tried, he wasn't able to keep pyjamas on the boys. As soon as he left the
room, they are naked in bed, hugging each other. That night they were lying
on their stomachs, close and touching, their favorite position.  The four
beautiful buttocks just calling to a light pat and caress. That Todd did,
then returned.

              Roger quickly stripped Todd who was stripping Roger in turn.
When both sets of undies were at their feet, they grabbed each other and
slipped into the warm water.

              "Oh, Roger, I love you so much, I can't get enough of you."
He had grabbed Roger's lush buttocks, squeezing and playing with them.

              "That's fine, lover, I'm all yours, whenever you want."

              Roger had sat down on the side while Todd faced Roger and sat
on his knees, his own knees spread and against Roger's butt against the
side of the tub.  Todd pressed his full chest against Roger's.  Roger was
more muscular and strong, but Todd had been working in the basement of the
farmhouse with the weights and was improving greatly. Roger was proud of
the change is Todd's body, looking more and more beautiful all the time.

              Roger turned Todd to put him on his lap and cuddled him. They
kissed for long times, not hurried, but with fierce emotion.  Roger's cock
was hard and up and was squeezed between Todd's thigh and his own abdomen.
Todd played with the head, using his fingers to lightly pinch it, producing
precum which Todd brought to his mouth to sip.

              Todd stood and turned around with his ass over Roger's
crotch. That meant that Todd wanted to be fucked and loved.  That worked
for Roger, too.  He decided that the water would be enough lubrication,
they often do this in the Jacuzzi without difficult.

              Roger jacked himself a bit to get more precum on his
cockhead, then nodded to Todd who was looking back at Rog, past his narrow
butt waiting for the 'entrance of the gods.'  When Roger nodded, he moved
his butt until it touched Rog's chest then lowered it.

              Roger held his cock and when the beautiful, pink asshole of
his lover hovered just over it, he held Todd's ass to aim it at his
cockhead, juicy and fully swollen. When Rog's cockhead lips touched Todd's
ass lips, he pulled slowly to shove it into his ass.

              Todd was excited and so hot to have his love chute filled, he
needed Rog's cock entirely inside his body, squeezed through his sphincter
ring, he felt every millimeter of Rog's huge cock as it slid inside.  Rog's
cock slid along Todd's prostate, giving him the shocks and stimulants of
his sexual being, tingling and pricking Todd's nerve bundles in his ass.

              Roger had held Todd's long cock in one hand while helping
Todd's ass up and down.  Todd was oozing strings of precum from his cock
lips and down the sides.  Rog used that lube to slick his hand on the cock.
Roger had then begun fucking Todd's ass with his body and cock. He could
shove his loins against the gorgeous buttocks over his crotch, sinking his
cock deep into Todd's rectum, the hot, wet smooth side of the organ.  His
cock was hitting Todd's prostate every time he shoved in again.

              Keeping Todd bent over, Roger stood up, pushed Todd to the
other side of the tub, where he held on to the side.  Rog stepped between
Todd's legs, pulling his cock out all the way, then thrusting it back
through the ass lips, the sphincter and the rectum gates.  Todd groaned
every time he did that, but was loved each and every thrust.

              "Wait, Rog. I want to see you when you cum. Please."

              Roger smiled, then let his Toddie lay on his back with his
legs over Roger's shoulders.  He then replace his cock in Todd's asshole,
sliding the hugely swollen rod back, shoving in quickly, then setting up
his rhythm again, slamming his cock in and out and smashing his balls on
Todd's buttocks.

              Todd was yelling until Roger put his hand over his mouth,
"Todd stop, you'll wake up everybody in the house."  Todd finally realized
what he'd been doing.

              "Rog, please, fuck me, cum in me, now .... right now."  Todd
stretched to reach Roger's buttocks and pulled them in toward him as he
rhythmically shoved his asshole over his cock.

              They pushed and pulled, Todd still moaning, "Cum in me, Rog,
please, cum in me."

              Roger gave a final slam into Todd's ass, pushing his cock in
to the farthest it would go, and his streams of cum filled Todd's rectum,
while Todd's cock exploded without him touching it, pounding his own cum
onto his chest and stomach, hot and steamy, white and slippery.



* * * * *



              Saturday, Nov. 22nd, the Dukes and helpers and directors met
in the den at the farmhouse.  That meant that BJ and LJ, Roger and Todd,
Rick and Jamal and Chris were seated around the conference table along with
Matt and Hardy.  They all had selected their drink of choice - pop, coffee,
tea or milk. Nothing alcoholic, this time.  Some were very grateful,
considering their headaches and upset stomachs, especially those who lived
in the farmhouse.  None of the Dukes looked awake and aware, mainly wiped
out.  Well, except for Christine.

              Hardy stood with his back to the fireplace. "I guess you all
know that we leave for England tomorrow morning." He smiled, "That was a
stupid statement with which I hoped to wake you up."

              "We're up, we're up," said a very sleepy looking Roger.
Hardy had a feeling that he and Todd were up very late last night, Neither
particularly looked awake, and also seemed satiated with something, could
be lust and love?

              "Thank you for confirming your situation."  Hardy continued
with his agenda. "I don't mean to be a downer and won't be, except for the
next topic I want to talk about.

              "I know you are going to groan as soon as I say the next
sentence, but, tough" He smiled to take the bite off his words.  He looked
around, "I'm sure you know how to act while in England, but I think it is
necessary to outline the proprieties."

              "Matt, would you help me give a demonstration? Please?"

              He and Matt walked across the room from the doorway, arms
around each other, caressing their partner, close together and occasionally
kissing.  Matt put one hand on Hardy's left buttock, squeezing, then slid
his hand down the back of Matt's shorts to feel his bare bottom.

              The whole room broke up, groans everywhere and boos,
raspberries and so-called Bronx cheers. Loud, wet and nasty.  The Dukes
weren't taking it easy on their bosses.

              Little Jeff stood up, yelling, "Thanks, Matt and Hardy, now
we know just how to behave ourselves next week.  Right, guys?" He looked
around at his laughing comrades.

              It took a while, but Hardy got them settled and decided to
use a different approach.

              "Ricky, what was I trying to point out to you?"

              Ricky blinked his eyes and sat up. "Ah, .... I dunno ... I
guess maybe 'don't act stupid'."

              Hardy answered, "That's one answer, and a good one, but not
on my sheet."

              "Roger, how about you, what am I getting at?"

              Roger shook himself and stood up, holding a stiff posture and
a serious expression.

              "You want us, gay or straight, not to advertise our
orientation except in the privacy of our ... ah .... whatever."  He then
collapsed into his soft chair.

              "You got it, Roger, I want all of us to act straight as hell,
no matter what.  Remember, we are representing our College and our Dukes
and Duchess and our country too.  That's a lot of weight, but you can do
it.  What we do there could be reported all over the country and maybe even
our country.  Look to Lord Ballard as our guide in deportment and conduct."

              Matt spoke up then, "Everybody, what we do and how we do it
will reflect on him, our host and friend.  He's a pretty big cheese over
there so we don't want to rain on his parade. OK?"

              Chris stood up, "That's right, Matt, and I know you are
college students with rights and privileges, but try to hold back on
demanding them over there. Especially panty-raiding. I know Charles will be
very pleased."

              "Hip Hip, Hooray; Hip, Hip, Hooray; Hip Hip Hooray!"  BJ let
the cheer and all voices joined in, "Hooray, Charles."



* * * * *



              Heathrow Airport, one of the world's busiest airports, was
located west of London and consisted of four terminals.  Flights from the
United States generally landed at Terminal 3. At first Charles had thought
they should use Heathrow, but later decided on Gatwick Airport, closer to
Ballard Hall and easier to reach.  They decided to use limousines, one for
the 9 of them and one for the valuable instruments and baggage.  While the
Dukes were at Ballard Hall, Charles had planned to give them a special tour
of London and a bit of what's left of the British empire.

              At that time, Continental Airlines flew a route directly from
Cleveland to Gatwick frequently so it was definite that they would take
that route, including First Class seats. Matt didn't think they should use
that much in expenditure. But that's only way to go when you have two
half-billionaires fighting over who pays for those tickets.  All the Dukes
were very grateful to Brian and Charles for taking good care of them.

              This time the "Dukes" were conveyed in their RV, set up for
them including space for their equipment.  Even though the guys and Chris
had to be up at 5 am, they were all very excited, high on anticipation of
their trip, performance and adventure. With everything loaded on the RV,
they headed for Cleveland Hopkins airport at 7 am on the dot.  Most were
quiet at the beginning, alone with their thoughts while others, Roger and
Todd specifically, were asleep in their chairs. Roger and Todd had been led
astray by their hormones the previous two days.

              The bedroom of the RV had been piled with luggage and some of
the instruments.  Matt and Hardy had provided drinks and donuts, sweet
rolls or bagels for those who hadn't taken time to eat, or who had no
appetite at six in the morning.

              At 7 am the weather was cool but not cold under clear skies.
A previous snowfall had dissipated overnight since it hadn't been more than
a couple of inches.  Interstate 80 wasn't very crowded at that time on a
Sunday morning so their leg from Windsor to Hopkins Airport was quicker
than usual.  Near Elyria the driver took I-480 heading northeast to the
airport, less than 10 miles away.

              Then, the advantage of having sponsors like Brian and Charles
was demonstrated when the group and instruments and luggage had their
personal airport security agent and were transported directly to the plane
where their seats were grouped in the front first class section.

              After a small scramble for their seats, Matt quietly spoke up

              "Would everyone stop the noise?"  That worked immediately,
once in a while they did listen to the voice of their leader.

              "In case you haven't looked at the tickets I gave you, we
have in row 3, seat A is BJ, Seat B is LJ, Seat C is me." He turned to the
opposite side of the plane. Here we have D which is Hardy, E is Roger and F
is Todd." He smiled extravagantly at those three. "Finally, is row 2, A is
Rick, B is Jamal and C is for Christina."

              "Now would you please get your carry on bags in the racks and
sit down?"

              The babel started again which Matt ignored since no one else
was on the plane at that time. Once they all settled, he spoke again.

              "You may have noticed that your chaperones, one for each
three seats, will be awake and alert all during the flight. Remember, you
will be on public display sooooo, bring out your best public behavior you
should have been taught from birth."  He gave a sly grin and sat down
himself.



* * * * *


              The Boeing 737 jet banked to line up their final approach to
Gatwick and our friends strained at their seat belts toward the windows to
see the landscape they were flying over, mostly tiny buildings and
occasional fields that appeared to be farms.  Fortunately, it was not
raining and everything was bathed in sunshine, glowing and brilliant in
spots.  The whole area under them looked to be suburban, little towns and
some agricultural.

              Charles, Lord Ballard, had arranged for the Dukes to be met
at the airport by his agents and security people.  They were standing by a
Land Rover parked beside two sleek black stretch Mercedes along with some
baggage handlers from Gatwick Airport. Within fifteen minutes the Dukes
were ensconced in the first limousine while their instruments and baggage
had been loaded in the second limousine, and the two vehicles were on their
way to Charles' Ballard Hall, one of the stately homes in the area that was
West Sussex. It had been rumored that Charles' father put a lot of pressure
where it counted so that Garwick Airport had been built in West Sussex,
near his home, but not too near.

              Not much later, the Mercedes slowly drove into the Ballard
Hall estate on a curving, gravel drive, passing through a forested area,
finally emerging one hundred yards from the Hall.  More than a few
whispered 'oh my gods' were heard when the Dukes had their first glimpse of
Charles ancestral home.  They had seen pictures of it, but they gave no
hint of the enormity.

              From their view facing the building, it appeared to be about
5 stories high and at least 100 yards from end to end.  It would be easy
for the casual observer to pick out the original almost one thousand year
old section, buttressed on each side by homogenous additions extending far
to the sides.

              Silently and smoothly the two limos neared the main entrance
at the middle of the house. Charles and his staff stood on the forecourt
awaiting their guests.  The Mercedes in which the Dukes were riding slid to
a stop exactly in front of the impressive facade and the Dukes and all got
out, walking toward Charles.  Charles walked swiftly to the group, ignoring
all the rest as he picked up Christine, hugging and kissing her, swinging
her around and around.

              The Dukes could see Charles' staff of maids, young footmen,
cooks and chauffeurs grinning and quietly talking to each other.  They
assumed rightly so that the staff was pleased with Charles' choice of the
woman for him.

              They were just standing around until Charles finally paid
attention to them. He let go of Christine, blushed thoroughly while
directing them to head for the door.  When they reached the staff lined up
on opposites of the courtyard, Charles probably set a new precedence by
introducing all the Dukes to his staff.  Most of the Dukes did manage to
conclude that Charles had the best looking staff, especially males, bar
none.  Eight pairs of eyeballs gleamed and glommed onto the same number of
handsome young men or boys who would be the footmen.  Spirits brightened
immediately, hoping for a wonderful stay at Ballard House.

              The second Mercedes had kept going to the far east end of the
house to the East wing, no doubt where the Dukes and their equipment would
be staying. Charles indicated for his staff to reenter the hall to their
stations and asked the Dukes inside.

              One footman was assigned to each pair of male Dukes, taking
them to their rooms at the East end of the Hall.  Chris had a lovely young
lady assisting her to her room where she found her baggage already
delivered.  That included her French Horn, too.

              The Dukes were paired by couples with their partners, BJ and
LJ, Rick and Jamal, Roger and Todd and Matt and Hardy.  Rick and Jamal were
especially pleased with their footman, Ian, a young man of 18 or 19 years,
dark hair but rosy cheeks, about the same height as Jamal, and very well
built, they thought, without seeing him sans clothing.  All the footmen
were dressed the same; black shoes, black tights with a short doublet of
fine brocade and silky white shirt with long sleeves. Ian's hair was fairly
short and neat, his face was a handsome one, searching blue eyes, wide
forehead and brows, sharp, narrow nose and broad, thin rosy lips, too.  His
tights revealed a lovely narrow bubble butt, shapely and prominent.
              Ian was showing the boys around their room, little
refrigerator, closets and stores of blankets, towels and other necessaries.
The bathroom for their room was large with a huge tub and glass enclosed
shower for two or three, maybe.  Rick and Jamal loved to hear Ian talk with
his light, quirky Scottish accent.

              Rick and Jamal couldn't keep their eyes off the young Ian, a
gorgeous hunk of an athletic, fit guy, in spite of being dressed in a style
of few centuries ago.  Ian himself also had roving eyes for Rick and
Jamal's bodies, he seemed to be captivated by them, enough to be tempted to
maybe be able to work his way into their activities.  Charles hadn't said
so exactly, but the staff had a good idea that the all the Dukes' men were
gay couples.

              "Sirs, the bell pull by the door will bring me running," he
smiled, "well, not that fast but I'll be here as soon as I can.  Remember,
anything I can do for you, I'll be pleased to carry out."  His eyes were
sparkling, his grin alluring and his crotch, well exposed, seemed to bulge
a bit.

              "Thank you, Ian, we'll ring. First though, we'd like you to
lead us to the guests' snacking area. We're starved."

              "Of course, sirs, just follow me."  They loved following Ian,
able to watch his tight buttocks flip and flop in the tights he wore.

              After they ate, Ian brought them back to their room. "I'll be
back later, gentlemen, to see if I can do anything else with you."

              Rick and Jamal moved close to Ian to shake his hand. "Thanks
for you help, Ian, we appreciate it so much. Jamal let go of Ian's hand and
Rick took it.

              "We also hope to have a lot of fun here, Ian."  By that time
Jamal's hand had slid down Ian's back to his butt where he caressed the
solid flesh lustfully.

              Ian's head turned to look at Jamal, a large, broad grin on
his face.  "Jamal, I certainly hope I can help you with that too." He
suddenly yelled, "Whoops!" as Rick's hand left Ian's and dropped to fill
his palm with Ian's package, using his fingers to gently find his balls and
cock.

              Ian turned to Rick, "Man, you got a hot hand there. Wow.
Don't move it."  Ian pulled Rick close and kissed him hungrily on the lips.
He quickly switched to Jamal and swallowed his lips, then licked he own
lips, "Mmm, Jamal, never tasted a black man before, and I must say you are
hot and I'm glad I got you two."

              Rick could feel Ian's cock burgeoning in his tight's crotch.
"Well, man, come back later tonight, cause we are ready for you.  Maybe in
an hour?"

              Ian suddenly put his hands on their growing bulges, "Aye,
give me an hour and I'll be back on my back."  He giggled and left quickly.

              As Ian left the room, Rick and Jamal looked at each other and
grabbed their own equipment to shake it.


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.