Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2006 20:07:35 -0500
From: authorpaul@mail.com
Subject: Dukes of Windsor\Dukes of Windsor - II - 11

Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and includes their sexual
activities. This tale is entirely fictional.  Any similarities to actual
people, places or events are purely coincidental.  If you are under 18 or
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The Dukes of Windsor, Copyright 2004,2005 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights
reserved. No part of this story may be used or reproduced in any manner
whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying
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answering mail for the story.  Thanks, Paul

The original story of The Dukes of Windsor ended at 38 chapters. These
twelve new chapters follow Chapter 37 but one year later. Chapter 38 would
still be the end of the story.

Also, I wish to give my grateful thanks to David, Jesse and Tim for
assisting me by editing all or part of these chapters. I'll be forever
thankful of your help.


* * * * *

				 Memorial

With great sadness, I dedicate this portion of Dukes of Windsor to the
memory of my best friend and life-long love who passed away on December 19,
2005.  He was the inspiration and guiding hand for my story and for a major
part of my life.

			 Requiescat in Pace, Jack.


* * * * *


     By the time Will walked into their front door after his classes, he
found that Greg wasn't home yet. Searching a bit, he found a note from him
on the kitchen counter.
     `Hon, I will be late tonight, maybe even 8 or 9. We have a special
fire department exercise going on and I'll need to be there. You go ahead
and eat, I'll catch something later.  Love You, G-G.
     "Damn," Will said, "I could have stayed with Junior and Dexter. Oh,
well, I can get some other things done."  He was still thinking about
Dexter and Junior, `They are so cute,' he smiled, `and so sexy.'
     Will retrieved his check book, plenty of money in there, loads more
than enough for him to write a check for Junior and Dexter's property tax
bill. He called a furniture story in Windsor to order a king-sized mattress
for their bed, to be delivered after 6 pm on Tuesday or Thursday next.
     His next thought was that he should call Doug Baker, the one who
caused the accident that took his leg. This would be one of the most
difficult calls he'd ever had to make.  He knew that Greg was right about
him needing communication with Doug and moreover, gain a closure of his
personal tragedy. We wasn't at all sure if he could do it, his feelings for
Doug Baker were more in the idea to bust one of his legs off.  He even
began to visualize how he could accomplish that.
     Will remembered Doug's cell phone number from memory, he had called it
thousands of times in their time in high school.  He wished with all his
heart their friendship had turned out differently.
     The connection was made and Will waited for Doug to answer.  He was so
nervous that he couldn't stand still, praying that Doug would listen to
him.
     A sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"
     "Doug? Please don't hang up, it's Will. Please listen."  Will felt his
eyes water, hoping that Doug wouldn't refuse to talk.
     Doug was surprised when he heard Will's voice. "Will?  Where are you?
I tried to call you at home and your parents said you no longer lived
there. What has happened?"  He inhaled deeply, shuddering and nervous like
Will.
     "Oh Doug, I'm so sorry I haven't called before, I guess I was afraid
you wouldn't talk to me." His hands trembled,
     "Will, of course I want to talk to you. When you wouldn't talk to me
in the hospital, I assumed you hated me."
     "Doug, I'm also sorry to say that for a while I did hate you.  I sure
couldn't understand why you got high and drove the car into a tree. I'm
also pleased that no one else was hurt, I wouldn't have wanted to see
that."
     Will could tell that Doug was sobbing, deeply, desperately, unable to
talk.
     "Douggie, I don't hate you, I want to like you, and want us to be
friends again. Can we?"
     Doug was coughing, snorting into the phone, then blowing his nose.
     "Aw, Willie, I am so, so sorry for what I did. I never meant to hurt
you, especially so horrendously and tragically.  Man, I still like you,
too."
     These two young men were talking about `like', that meant a
substantial and close friendship, their cautious euphemism for `love'.
They had never had sex or committed their love to each other before.
     "I don't know if you will still be a friend after I tell you where I
am."  Will knew he had to tell everything or he would always regret it.
"Can you drive .. legally?"
     "Oh, yes, Will, I can and I got a new car. Wait until you see it."
Doug seemed to be well proud of his new car, probably one of the best.
Will also knew he was normally sincere with his statements. Will was
surprised that Doug could drive so soon, only a few months since he had an
accident, causing considerable damage to Will and his own car, and him
being drunk on booze, snorting drugs.
     "Could we meet somewhere between us, I live in Windsor, going to
Windsor College?"
     "Will, I could easily get there, anytime."
     "Aren't you working, Doug?"
     Doug laughed, "I'm going to Toledo U., music major."
     "Me, too, Doug,"
     "I can understand that, Will, you always were the best."
     "Since I had to give up gymnastics, that was my next choice." He
laughed into the phone, "At least you didn't break my lips,' he
joked. Hurriedly he said, "Now Doug, don't have a hissy, I'm just
kidding. OK?"
     Doug was quiet for a moment, "Will, I have a test in class on Thursday
night, how about Friday night, you know, TGIF?"  That was an eager reply
for Doug, he felt so much better hearing from his friend, especially that
he didn't hate him. Or still hate him..
     "That sounds great for me.  I'm the assistant gymnastics coach, but
practice on the gymnastics will finish by 4 pm.. We have plenty of
bedrooms, you could stay over."
     "Willie, what's this `WE', who's the other part of `WE'." Doug was
very concerned about who Will was living with.
     "Doug, my parents caught me having sex with a strange man when we were
in Maine, on vacation. Originally I was by myself, my parents had gone
ahead on their own. The other man turned out to be my cousin, now my
partner, Greg Gooding."
     That statement really had Doug going. "Your cousin? You don't have a
cousin." He gathered his wits, "And what do you mean, partner?"  Doug voice
sounded sharp and accusing.  Even though it seemed that Will was gay, he
wasn't so pleased. He had always looked up to Will as a perfect young man,
not into anything different or weird.
     "We'll talk about this Friday night, Doug, when we're
together. Meanwhile, you can ponder over the state of my affairs. Give me
your email address and I'll send the directions to our house." Doug gave
it. Will grinned, and spoke musically, and teasingly, "And, Doug, just wait
until I explain.  Don't dream up any wild theories. See you Friday, bud.
Love you. Bye."
     Will broke the connection, hardly able to contain his excitement,
wondering just how Doug will absorb the consequence of his actions.  Well,
he had hopes.
     Doug was very confused, `Will never had a cousin, guess he found
one. But, a partner, wow, I always wondered about Will maybe being gay, but
didn't really believe it. Maybe I was totally wrong, but if he is gay, he
is still my favorite bud, no prob.'

* * * * *

     When Greg got home that night, Will told him all about his activities
with Junior and Dexter, about paying their tax bill and getting the
scholarships from Hamish.
     Greg picked Will up and whirled him around in their living room. They
kissed deeply.  Greg was thinking about Will, how much he'd grown in
stature and ability.  Part of it was his help for the two boys and going to
see Hamish.
     "Will, you are a wonder ... yes, a wonderful man. But, you know, we
will need to do something so they can provide for themselves.  I'm sure
they would work if we could find a satisfactory job.  They sound like
determined and able young men.  I think you ought to talk to them tomorrow
after school."
     "Yeah, Greg, I'll do that and ..... uh oh, I forgot to tell you. I
called Doug Baker this afternoon.  He's coming to see me, us, Friday
evening. He should get here by supper time so we could feed him too. How
about getting some fried chicken? Would that do, do you think?" Will was
unusually eager, he hugged Greg, getting a return hug.
     "Good idea, babe."
     Will was excited, pleased that Doug would be there. "I feel so much
better now that I've talked to him.  He was afraid I hated him since I
wouldn't let him in to see me in the hospital."  Will blushed and got
quiet, he spoke softly, "I did hate him then, Greg. I do feel badly about
that, but I was so hurt by his actions.  I sure didn't want him anywhere
near me."
     Greg nodded, "Your feelings were understandable, Will, but I'm so
happy that you have forgiven him. I'm sure you will feel much better for
it.  I'm so proud of you, my love." Greg sat on the couch in the living
room, pulling Will on his lap.
     "Did you tell Dexter and Junior about us? Or did they already know."
     Will thought about what he'd say to Greg. "I thought about it, and
finally did tell them that I was gay and was partnered with you. I told
them they mustn't tell anyone."
     "Then they started laughing, giggling, too. They said they already
knew it, and I was known all over campus, known for being gay and no one
cared about that. They said I could run for class president, would be a
shoo-in.  Everyone thought of me as a hero and so great I didn't have
anything to worry about."
     Greg smiled and kissed his lover, "I think so, too, you are my hero
and always will be.  You have a wonderful charm about you, Will, I don't
know how you got it considering those awful parents of yours, but you sure
are a smoothie.  I think everyone sees your strength and determination by
absorbing your trouble and conquering your accident. Don't you understand
that you are a most exciting and thrilling young man?  And I am exhilarated
to be your partner, especially when I can make love to you.  I don't want
you to ever change, but this should give you more durability and
effectiveness in all you do, school, music and friendships. I do want you
to have plenty of friends, particularly with people like Dexter and
Junior. They are good for you."
     All of Will's control and restraint gave way suddenly. He hid his head
in Greg's neck and shoulder, sobbing as if he would never stop. Greg was
his life, he had no parents or any other relatives except Greg, and now
Greg's father, his uncle. He did feel somewhat lost and left out.
     "Come on, babe, you should be so proud of yourself. I know you are
going through difficult times but certainly will get places and I sure hope
you will take me with you." Greg really meant all of that, he just hoped he
could keep up with Will's future, wherever it would take them. He felt so
lucky that he could follow Will to Windsor and live with him.
     He held Will in his arms, caressing his body, stroking his hair and
kissing the parts of his face he could reach.  Will wasn't in any hurry to
leave Greg's arms, nor even move his body at all. He didn't realized that
his prosthesis was killing Greg's right leg, but Greg would never tell him.
Finally Greg carried Will upstairs to their bedroom, put him in bed,
undressed him and himself. He almost forget to remove the prosthesis, but
quickly rectified that.  Greg gathered Will in his arms and hugged him to
his own naked flesh.  Quickly, they both were able to sleep, wound in each
other's body, arms and legs. They kissed quietly, softly moaned and slept.
Greg loved his young man so much he knew he could never live without him.
Ever.


* * * * *


     Thursday afternoon, Will stopped by Junior and Dexter's house,
wondering if they had come home.  He rapped on the door with his
knuckles. When he got no response, he yelled, "Junior, Dexter, where are
you? It's Will."
     Suddenly he heard a voice, "Hey, Will, we are upstairs, front
room. Come on up."
     He stepped back to look up and there was Dexter's head hanging out
their bedroom window.  He was smiling, "Come on, Will, it's okay."
     Will could see that Dexter's shoulders were bare; he was curious
whether Dexter had any clothes on at all.  "Okay, Dex, I'm coming." He
still wasn't sure he could make the stairs, but decided he should be able
to.
     Opening the front door, Will walked into the living room, then turned
toward the stairs.  He could hear noises from upstairs, not sure what that
indicated. By the time he reached the bedroom, Dex and Junior were standing
in the doorway, dressed in boxers only, though they did look slightly
tousled.
     "Hi guys," Will opened, "I stopped to see how you are doing. I missed
you today since we didn't have gymnastics practice."  Will moved closer to
them and entered their room. He found a serious aroma of cum in there.  To
himself he said, `Uh-oh, I must have interrupted them.' He smiled at the
guys, patting them on their shoulders, feeling the solid hard muscle
formation they had built in the gym.  "I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
     Both Junior and Dex put their arms around Will, holding tightly onto
his back, pulling him toward themselves.
     "Oh, no, Will. We were just fooling around." Immediately Dex blushed a
deep red, realizing what he had said.  Quickly, "Uh, Will, actually we had
been studying real hard, then felt a need to wrestle a bit."
     Junior piped up, "Honestly, Will, we were hoping you might stop
around, we need to thank you so much for getting us our scholarships and
paying the tax bill." He quieted, then spoke in a muted voice. "We had been
doing pretty well financially, but recently the taxes and our utilities
have been going a lot higher."
     "Sit down, guys, I want to talk to you."  They sat on the bed on each
side of Will. "I am very happy to help you two, financially, in
emergencies, but Greg and I do think you can help yourselves by working at
a part-time job while in school. Had you thought about the possibility?"
     Dex leaned against Will as he spoke, "You know we worked last summer
for the highway department and made good money, but we can't do that with
our schedule." He looked down at Will's legs, "Would you or Greg know of
any jobs we could manage? We are eager to work."
     Junior joined Dex by nodding his agreement. "You know we're strong,
Will, we'd work at anything we could to make some money." He laughed, "We
have thought about being gigolos or escorts for lonely women."  He blushed,
but laughed again with Dexter.
     Will laughed with them, "Yeah, guys, you are sure good-looking and hot
enough. I think you'd be better escorting men, though." He grinned, "But I
don't think you'd have time with your classes and all."  He chuckled inside
as he thought of them, mainly because of the fact that they were gay.
     "Could we ask something of you? I hope I'm asking too much." He
paused, working the words out in his mind, "Will, would you please let us
see your leg, and the new one." He turned to Will, "If you don't wa......"
Dexter was embarrassed but they both wanted this.
     "That's fine, guys, I don't show many people, but you deserve the
opportunity. You will have to help me."
     Will thought, `what the hell', so they see it, they see it. He was
also thinking of how he could get their pants off, too.  "Okay, you see, I
have about six inches of leg left on that side below the knee that the
prosthesis fits onto.  If you will keep me from falling off the couch, I'll
get it off."
     Grabbing the prosthesis with both hands, Will soon had it off and
standing on its own.
     "Will, please, could we touch your leg?"  Dexter was the leader of the
pair, and reached out as soon as Will said okay. "Just be careful, it is
rather fragile. Rubbing it is good, but not too hard."  Will opened his
belt, top button and zipper. He asked them to pull off his pants, but not
tug him off the bed. He grinned.
     Will had forgotten he'd not worn underwear that day.  He didn't often
like to go commando and rattle around in his pants.
     He laughed, "Well, guys, I guess you get to see everything I got."
Their eyes bulged, taking everything to their minds through their visual
sense. Fortunately Will's cock had stayed small, he was hoping it wouldn't
erect.  That hope wasn't about to happen either.
     As the boys were caressing Will's amputated leg, they awakened his
libido and he found his usual huge erection when he looked down, standing
proudly from his loins, pulsing with his heart.  Glancing at Junior and
Dexter, he noted that their boxers were bulging from their crotches.
     Junior gasped while staring at Will's formidable erection, "Hey, Will,
where did you get that thing, it's so big."
     Will started laughing deep in his chest, "Guys, it seems we've gotten
a little excited.  Since you can see mine, why don't you get rid of those
boxers, huh?" He reached out to help them pull the wild, colorful shorts
off their legs. Having accomplished that, he sat up to get a good view of
their monsters.  "I guess you two have been pounding those hot rods to make
them that big."
     Junior's and Dexter's dicks were both circumcised with huge heads,
swollen and shining with the seminal fluid that dripped slowly from their
piss slits.  If they had cum when playing around, Will couldn't tell,
observing the thick, long, hard cocks waving in the warm air.
     Will grinned sexily, "Hey men, why don't you strip down completely,
I've seen you before but not the whole shot at once.  You guys would give
any partner fits of depression if they were not as great as you two.  Since
you are partners already, you are so damn lucky." The two young boys
stripped completely then turned back to Will.
     Junior and Dexter nodded at each other then grabbed Will's arms to
pull him up on the bed. "Will, we hope you don't mind, but since you got us
this way," Dexter pointed at their uprising sex batons, "we think you need
us to help you and ourselves."
     Will had a discouraging thought of Greg not appreciating this sexual
romp, but he was too far gone to stop. He felt the guilt, though not enough
to stop him.
     "Junior and Dexter, I know Greg would be unhappy if I were to play
evenly with you, however," Will made a condition, "if you forced me to lay
here while you sucked me off, I don't think he would say anything."  The
boys didn't notice, but Will had his fingers crossed in two places.
     Junior proposed a thought, "Will, your plastic leg is off, so you
can't escape us," he grinned evilly, "so we'll just have to make sure you
enjoy your visit with us."  Dexter was nodding to his partner, "And, you
will get a demonstration of our sexual prowess."
     Junior and Dexter lay on their sides in position for a sixty-nine,
both heads at the other's crotch.  They forced Will to watch for five
minutes, until they finally shot into their partner's mouth and throat,
pulsing stream after stream of their hot cum into each other. Will had
helped them by caressing their bodies, especially their cheeks, lightly
exploring within.
     While the boys recovered from their sexual explosion, Will used a
towel to wipe their bodies of sweat, also cleaning up any spilled cum that
dripped from their chins and tongues.
     "Thank you, my friends, see what you did to me?" He pointed to his own
crotch where rivulets of his own cock juices had drained onto his pubes,
legs and crotch. "I never touched myself but was so turned on by your
passions, I couldn't help it.  You two are the sexiest couple I've seen in
a long time." He leaned forward to press his lips against Junior's and
Dexter's. "You men are absolutely awesome, age notwithstanding, but your
beauty definitely is a triumph. We won't even do this again, but, guys, I
love you two and hope to be around you for a long time."  He snickered, "At
least until you both are champions, that's my pledge."
     Junior and Dexter slithered up beside Will, holding him tightly, arms
around his body and lightly playing with his slowly softening penis,
without strength at that moment.
     "Will," Dex started, "have no question, we love you, too, and wish you
were ours, but that isn't to be.  You have Greg and deserve him, we won't
bother you. Oh, well, we might sneak a kiss or two in the shower or
whenever we can." They continued to play with Will's mantool.
     "Yes," Will looked at the handsome, sexy young men, "I'm fortunate to
be with you, but do you see what has happened," he wondered if they had
noticed his groin and rigid cock again.
     "Look there, Dexter, Will's boy cock has gotten all stiff again. You
suppose we should help him out?"
     Instead of answering, Junior grabbed Will's waving prong, pressing his
lips on the head that was oozing more juices.  Dexter immediately seized
the other side, licking from base to glans, licking his pre-cum, the
neutral taste arousing him again.
     Junior slid his mouth lower to lick Will's scrotum, sucking the balls
in his mouth, caressing with his tongue outside of the bag.  Will actually
groaned deep in his throat, his hands tidying their short hair, reddish
blond for Dexter and dark for Junior.
     Will stopped them suddenly. "Guys, please turn around on the bed so
your recovering dicks are nearer to my hands."  They acquiesced to his
request, pleased to have him take hold of their pride and joy.
     Will played with them, their spears and hidden entries between their
cheeks. He had met their assets with fingers and hands, stroking those hot,
recently orgasmed tools to also recover their sexual prowess. Their anuses
seemed alive with shocks of electricity, twitching lips, a spasm here or
there.
     Soon, Will felt the inevitable storm, thrusting from his cum center
through his groin to burst out his urethra. The boys felt his orgasm coming
so both lips and mouths centered on the swollen glans from that they
received Will's gift of life to their bodies, cum sliding down both their
throats, coming to rest in their stomachs.
     After a period of recovery, Will woke to gaze on his friends, his own
age and having the same desires, hot for men and cocks and balls. Dexter
and Junior had never had anal sex, but were thinking of it.
     "Dexter," Will invited, "straddle my body so your cock is in my
mouth. Quick, please, I need to get going."  Dexter wasted no time, kneed
himself to end up with his knees tight in Will's arm pits, his cock head
resting on Will's tongue.
     Dexter was breathing rapidly, his nerves shocked with electricity from
his receptors all over his body. Will I thank you so much, you are so hot
and I'm not much, but I love you almost as much as I do Junior." He grinned
lasciviously, looking down where Will's lips curled around his shaft.
     "Dexter, and Junior, too, when I first saw you two in the gym, you
probably didn't notice but my dick immediately zonked a full erection, hard
as hell and even started to pour out pre- cum.  You guys are the most
gorgeous in the whole team, and I had trouble holding my orgasm in check."
He looked at Junior, "Believe me, guys, I know `hot' when I see it."  He
grabbed Dexter's heavy cock, hard and swollen, "Now let me taste both of
you before I have to go."
     Will worked back and forth on both his young friends, hoping to
satisfy them quickly. He was able to do that, they flooded his mouth and
throat with their delicious cum.
     "Oh, man, Will, that was great."  Dexter looked doubtful, "Will we
ever be able to do that again? "
     "All I can say, guys, we'll see. Just like my parents said when I
wanted something.  We'll see." He smiled and hugged both. "Now, will you
put me back together so I can go home."
     "By the way, have you had anal sex yet?" Will threw out that question
for a good reason.  If they hadn't, they needed help. He smiled
mischievously,
     Both men shook their heads `no'.
     "Okay, when you think you are ready to try, look up everything about
it on Google, then call me." He grinned, "You two are so hot."
     Just before he walked out their front door, Will kissed each man,
tasting his cum on their lips as he also compared his to their own.
"Delicious, guys, I may have to come back for more!"
     Dexter and Junior hugged him again, leading him to his SUV.
     "Bye."


* * * * *


     Doug reached Will's house, having been there since noon. He had
scouted the area, walking around what he thought was their property.  At
one point he was very close to the Ridgway's property. Hardy saw him and
wondered who it was.
     "Hi, can I help you?"  Hardy asked, wondering who this hot young man
was and why he was at the Goodings.
     Doug was staring at Hardy who wasn't dressed well enough for
September. Wearing just a tank top and shorts, he showed Doug the basic
shape of his body. Doug's eyes were frozen on that body. He stared so long
that Hardy wondered if he had gone in a coma. Finally, "Hi. I hope I'm not
on your land, I'm waiting for Will at the Goodings, and I'd just been
looking around."
     Hardy approached Doug and held out his hand. "I'm Hardy Wolfe and I
live here with my partner and family.  Where are you from?"
     "My name is Doug Baker, I'm from Sylvania, near Toledo."
     "I know where that is, my Dukes of Windsor group played there at the
high school."
     Doug jumped at that news, "Omg, I heard that performance. It was
great. I'm majoring in music at the University of Toledo."
     "Wow, Doug, then you knew Will in high school, right?"
     Doug face drew grim, pale and immobile.  He didn't speak for a couple
moments.
     Finally, he nodded, his eyes misting, "Yes, and I was the driver
involved in his accident."
     Hardy couldn't believe this young man, tall and well setup, would
admit that. `He's got guts,' he thought. He moved toward Doug and put his
arm around the strong, muscular shoulders, "Doug, have you talked to Will
since the accident?"
     "Not until yesterday. He called me, said he wanted to see me and talk
to me.  I was shocked, I thought he would hate me forever. But he said he
did for a while, yet still loved me."  Doug, hung his head, not wanting to
see Hardy's face, afraid of what he might do.
     "Doug, you will be amazed what your friend has done in spite of his
handicap. I'll let him show you his efforts and the success he's had. I'll
not rain on your parade, he's done very well."
     The younger man raised his head, happy to hear good news.
     "How long are you going to be here, Doug?"  Hardy was interested in
this young man.
     "I'm staying overnight, probably go home late tomorrow." He smiled,
"It depends on how long Will and his partner can stand to have me around."
     Hardy tightened his grip on Doug, "Well, you tell Will for me, he is
to bring you to our house for a swim tomorrow morning and meet our whole
family. Oh, a new member of the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor will be
there. Ah ... do you have a partner?"  Hardy was thinking of Alden Johns
who might be a good partner for Doug, if Doug might transfer to Windsor."
     "Don't forget to tell Will about the swimming." He looked at his
watch, "Will should be home soon, gymnastics practice will be over."  He
patted Doug on the back.
     Doug smiled warmly at Hardy, "Thanks, Hardy, I remember you from that
concert, you are the greatest.  Bye."
     "Bye."




* * * * *


     That afternoon Will drove in his driveway, getting home earlier than
usual since there was no gymnastics practice that day.  He saw a large,
black vehicle parked beside their front door. He slowed, trying to
recognize the big car, but failed. It looked like his new car. So he kept
slowly moving toward his parking place. As he stopped and turned the car
off, he could see Doug rocking on their porch in one of many white rocking
chairs..
     When Will climbed to the porch level with difficulty, he saw a dark
shadow cross Doug's face.  Then Doug stood, calmly, waiting for his friend.
He felt horrible guilt as he saw Will struggling to climb the stairs, one
step at a time. The two men shook hands and held the clasp quite a few
seconds.  Will and Doug never had hugged, never had any physical
connection, though they were fairly close friends.
     As Will held his friend's hand with a good grip, one that all gymnasts
develop, they stared into each other's eyes, reading the thoughts lurking
there. "Doug, I have forgiven you, honest."
     As one, their arms opened and their bodies closed together, a new
relationship began with a big hug.  Their heads met, cheeks rubbed, feeling
emotion in the moment.
     Doug whispered in Will's ear, "Thank you so much, Will, you have
lifted a burden from my heart and eased my guilt a little."
     Will's arms were holding so tightly onto Doug's back, he left him
almost breathless. He gently patted Will's back as if to signal a break
like a wrestler would.
     The day was warm, but not bad for a late September day, colored leaves
spinning to the ground until the grass was covered.
     Will finally released Doug, "Come on inside. I can get you something
to drink, you are probably thirsty."
     "Yes, I am, but I, more eagerly, want to know what was going on with
you." Doug still felt uneasy with Will, he knew the man should still hate
him, but he did believe his assertion of forgiveness. At least he certainly
hoped for that.  "Will, before I forget, I was walking around your place
and met the band director named Hardy near his house. We got to talking and
I spilled my guts." He stopped to gather his nerve. "He said to tell you
that you should bring me to their house in the morning to swim. Do they
have a pool in the house?"
     "Yes, they have a beautiful place, Doug, and they are all wonderful
people. Yes, we'll go, these people are hard to believe, so loving and down
to earth.
     Will got some pop and snacks, they sat at the kitchen table, talking,
not the most comfortable place, but they were together. Will started his
story when he met Greg in Maine.  How they'd been caught having sex when
Will's parents burst into their room.  Those parents told Will that he no
longer had a home and he'd been with Greg ever since in Bryan.  The part
about Greg quitting, then getting a teaching job at Windsor and Will
starting college, came last.
     "I'm sitting second chair trumpet in the Windsor band".  However he
didn't tell Doug about his promise to dumb down his abilities until the
next year.  "I was asked to be the assistant coach for the gymnastics team.
I even tried to do some routines myself, but Greg pleaded with me not to do
it again. He is afraid I'll hurt my other leg."
     Doug was afraid to ask his next question, not to ask it but not sure
how he'd feel about the answer.  Well, he go ahead.  "Will, does this mean
you are gay?"
     "Of course, silly. I've know I was gay before high school."
     "I never heard anything about that when we were at the high school."
He looked puzzled.  "You really are?"
     "Is that going to make a big problem between us, Doug?  I can't
change, can't take it back. I'll always be gay.  I hope I'm not freaking
you out."  Will was just a little worried that Doug might be a homophobe.
"Do you hate gays?"
     Doug was looking down at the table holding a potato chip in his
fingers. Finally he looked up and into Will's eyes and broke the
chip. "Willie, I can't be one of those because I'm also gay. Didn't you
know?" Doug was frowning, very concerned. "I know I never told you, but
most of the guys we ran around with knew it. Didn't they ever say something
about it?"
     Will was shaking his head back and forth. "No, and I never even
suspected! Don't you remember that I sort of stayed within myself. I was
deathly afraid to come `out'."
     Will stood and walked slowly into the living room.  He picked up a
picture frame from the piano and returned it to the kitchen table right in
front of Doug.
     "This is my partner, Greg Gooding. He will be home a little later. I
think you'll like him."
     "Oh, man, what a hunk, man, he's a lot bigger than you, isn't he?"
     "Yes, Doug," he smiled, "he's a lot taller than me, but we fit
perfectly in bed," he chortled, then grinned proudly. "He's the most
romantic, affectionate and consummate lover, and so well endowed." He
laughed, "I shouldn't be telling you that, but I can't help myself, We do
everything."
     "You mean even .....",
     Will again smiled, "Yes, I mean that, Douggie, I've never felt so good
in my life."
     Will needed to tell Doug about high school. "I only ever had sex with
a boy my age in high school, once, and never again."
     "Who was it, Will."  Doug couldn't believe he hadn't heard of that. He
should have known Will was gay.
     "I can't tell, Doug, I promised.  But he was a hot jock in school."
Will would never tell anyone, ever. "I don't think he'll ever come
`out'. Maybe in college he will."
     "How about you, Doug, how many did you have in high school?"
     Doug started to mention name after name, guys in their class that he'd
had no idea were gay.  Some names that Doug spoke could never have been
gay, Will knew them very well. But, maybe he just didn't know them `that'
well.  And yet some guys could have been straight, but wanted sex when they
were full horny, even from other boys.
     Will got more drinks and Fritos.  Maybe he was masochistic, but he
enjoy having Doug at his house, constantly reminding Will of his loss, his
leg gone because of that man.
     Doug wondered if he could ask to see Will's leg, just look at it for a
little.
     He did ask and Will said `sure'.  He had large floppy khakis on that
day and could just pull the legs up.
     "Let's go into the living room, Doug, it will be easier for me. You
know, in some ways I was lucky, the doctors were able to save my knee, that
helps my walking a lot." He sat on the couch, pulled up his pant's leg,
exposing the prosthesis to Doug's view.
     "After a year or so, I'll be getting a newer and more sophisticated
leg, one that is computer driven and can adjust to my walking as I do it.
It will be extremely expensive, but worth the money in the long run."
     Will worked to release his false leg, soon showing Doug where his leg
ended.  "This part can get very sore if I don't take care of it." He looked
into Doug's eyes staring hard. "You can feel it, Doug, if you want to."
     Doug got the idea and it appealed to him. He stared at the stump,
wanting to caress the injured flesh where the skin was folded over the
bone.  His guilt was pounding though his head, so much he just had to touch
part of Will's body.
     "Are you sure it is okay, Will?"
     Will nodded his agreement slowly, hopefully.
     Doug's hand hovered above Will's left knee, shaking tremulously, then
he lowered it very gently over the scars, the tortured flesh.  He stroked
the skin cautiously, worrying about hurting it. Doug's face was flush with
effort to keep his emotions under control, he had never been so close to
his friend.  Tears had also begun filling his eyes, he couldn't believe
that Will had forgiven him, after the profoundly horrible injury he'd
caused.
     Will decided to ask the question occupying his mind at that moment. He
practically whispered, "Doug? I'm sorry to ask, but would you tell me why
you were drinking and snorting that night? I would really like to know, if
you'll tell me."
     The young man sat up, "I could tell you, Will, but I really don't want
to, it is so embarrassing for me."
     "But don't you think I deserve to know, one of the most important
events of my life?"
     "Okay, but I hope you don't hate me even more when you hear what
happened."
     Doug kept his hand on Will's knee, "After the graduation night party,
Joel Rice went home with me to stay over. We were planning to drink
ourselves until we passed out. Well, things didn't exactly happen that way.
     "We were on our hands and knees on my big bed in the dark, when
suddenly my bedroom door swung open, the hall light illuminating the
room. My parents were in the doorway, looking at me and Joel, my hard cock
all the way up in his ass, my body on his back, my hips pumping away at his
inner flesh.
     "My mother screamed and quickly we realized we were in trouble. Joel
pulled off me, though it must have hurt him. He grabbed his clothes and
headed down the stairs to the front door where he got some clothes on and
left.
     "I was still kneeling on my bed, my rigid, greasy cock shining in
light. I froze."
     Doug's hand was holding Will's knee rather hard, "Uh, Doug, you are
hurting me."
     He came back to the present scene, released Will's leg as in a fog.
     "Sorry, man, I didn't mean to do that."  Will could remember back a
few months when Doug himself had said exactly the same thing, `I didn't
mean to do that,' after the accident.
     "Will, I was so scared I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do so I
did nothing.  Finally my father spoke to me."
     "Douglas," that name in itself was a worry, "I want you to get a
shower, then go to bed.  No more liquor, got it?  We'll talk in the morning
at breakfast. Eight o'clock exactly. Got it?"
     "They left and shut the door, returning my room to darkness. But that
didn't help my fear and very loose bowels. I made it to my bathroom just in
time." Doug shivered, thinking of his close call. Getting his bed crapped
up would have made his trial doubly hard.
     "Anyway, Will, this past summer I spent 10 weeks in Abilene, Texas,
learning how to be a soldier. I damn near died. I couldn't have any beer or
liquor, and worse, no sex. Once in a while I could pound my meat in bed at
night. That was it."
     "Are you still off the booze and drugs, Doug?"
     "Yes, I am, Will. And I hope I can stay that way.  Dad pulled some
strings so I could drive again. But I can't go anywhere I want. I got
special permission to come here to see you. He was surprised you were in
college in Ohio."
     Will replaced his prosthesis and pushed his pant leg down. "I guess
I've had an interesting summer, too."
     Doug's face darkened, blushing, he quietly said, "I know, Will, I
know. I'm so sorry, I will always regret my actions and will try to make it
up to you."  He looked into Will's eyes where Will could read honesty and
commitment in his eyes, a seriousness so rare in that young man.
     "What happened to Joel Rice, Doug? Is he okay?"
     "I pleaded with my parents not to tell his parents. I convinced them
that it was all my fault, I took advantage of Joel. Fortunately they
believed me, so his parents never heard of it." He smiled slyly, "And was
he ever pleased. We get together again a lot in our dorm room."
     "You know Doug, there are some really good things that happened
because of this." He slapped his leg, above the knee. "I would never have
met Greg, if you hadn't ah ....."
     "If I hadn't gotten polluted and wrecked the car and you too."
     Will nodded, "Well, yes, that too. And Greg has been the best thing in
my life. You helped cause the worst happening to me, and also the best." He
smiled patiently at Doug, "Yeah, so I guess it evens out, right?"
     Doug had trouble with his emotions, finally he hugged Will very close
and actually kissed him on the mouth.  "I have to tell you a secret, Will,
as long as I've known you, your lips attracted me, they looked so
beautifully curved and desirable. Now I have kissed them. Thanks."
     Will and Doug stood to get back to the kitchen.  Will had to think of
some food for their supper once Greg got home.  He decided on pizza and
started to call for delivery when the front door opened to admit Will's
partner, Greg, entered holding a large pizza box in his hands.
     Doug whispered, "Oh, god, Will, he's gorgeous, handsome and tall. And
so old." Doug grinned and pinched Will's butt. "How did you ever catch him,
you lucky fuck?"
     Will `erked' when Doug pinched him, certainly not expecting that.
     "Hey, Greg, look who's here. My old friend, Doug Baker."
     Greg's face tightened when he remember this was the guy who destroyed
Will's leg.
     His voice was raspy and small, it appeared Greg did not want to meet
Doug Baker, but his manners came to the situation.  He said, "Hi, Doug",
and shook his hand. Will could tell his lover was trying to break Doug's
hand, so he interrupted by grabbing the pizza box.
     "Come on, guys, get to the table. I'll get some pop and I also have
some breadsticks."  When Doug wasn't watching them, Will gave Greg a fierce
look, double frown, looking like a gargoyle, trying to get a better
behavior from him.
     Will sat on one side of the table and Greg quickly sat next to
him. The only other chair was on the other side of the table.  Doug looked
at both opposite him, Will winked back, but Greg just stared back into
Doug's eyes.  Doug was beginning to worry, wondering what was Greg's
problem. Well, he knew what Greg's problem was, he had hurt Will.
     Greg took the last bite of a piece of pizza, chewed frequently, then
swallowed.  He had encouraged Will to call him, make the first move too
regain their friendship. And he should forgive Doug, and tell him that he
forgives him.
     "Doug, could I ask why you came to see Will today, after all this
time?"  He tried to keep his face neutral, not revealing any particular
emotion.
     Doug was a bit stunned, feeling fear of Greg. He thought from what
Will had said the Greg was the one who urged Will sincerely to call him.
"I came here because Will had forgiven me and said he loved me. I couldn't
NOT come see to him."  Doug spoke seriously, but calmly, his emotions under
control.
     "I asked that for a reason. I think you know I urged Will to call you.
I need to ask one more question. Have you sincerely and solemnly apologized
to him for your action resulting the loss of his leg?"  He put on hand on
Doug's left arm, just lightly, hardly a positive touch.
     Doug's eyes became moist, shining in the light from the window. "Greg,
if I haven't done that well enough, I will repeat it as often as necessary
to express my extreme horror and revulsion of what I had done.  I have
prayed that Will could forgive me. If our positions had been reversed, I'm
not sure that I could forgive him for taking my leg."
     Greg smiled, "One more thing, Doug. Have you seen Will's leg, and
touched it?"
     "Yes, that was one of the most moving times of my life. I would hate
to lose Will's friendship, and will plead my case forever." Doug seemed
honestly sincere, horrified with his past behavior and desperate for Will's
approval and forgiveness. He placed one hand on Will's arm, trying to
connect to his feelings.
     Greg waited a moment for their joint mental communication. "Doug, only
one more question," he paused, "have you quit drinking and doing drugs?" To
Greg this was the most significant one he would ask.
     Doug looked into Will's eyes, not Greg's. "Will, I pledge to you that
I have gotten rid of those self-destructive habits, I won't do them any
more. I've had help from a counselor."  Will put his arm around Doug's
neck.
     "Doug," Will started, "do you think you are an alcoholic, really?"
     "Yes, I've been diagnosed with alcoholism, I won't live long if I
don't conquer it. The court required me to submit to two months of
counseling with a psychiatrist, then further, I was required to join AA and
be there every meeting. An older man, another alcoholic, is my adviser
there, he's helped me so much."
     Greg stood with still a fearful countenance, frowning fiercely.  He
growled, "Doug Baker, you have passed my conditions." He walked to Doug,
picked him easily, and hugged him. Greg could feel the young man shaking,
nerves taut and shocking him. Will had almost interceded with Greg not to
hurt him. But when Greg pulled Will's friend to his body and embraced him
tightly, he said, "Doug Baker, you are now a member of this family. You
will visit us often and stay here when you can, or else we'll come and
kidnap you." Greg was smiling broadly at Doug as he held out one arm toward
Will, urging him to join the group hug.
     Doug would recover from Greg's interrogation and his nerves would soon
settle down, but he would remember that intense moment when he wasn't sure
what Greg would do to him.
     "Mr. Good....."
     "Doug, please say Greg and mean it, I'm Will's partner and lover, and
hope you can accept that. Okay?" Greg had released Doug though he helped
him stand steady while Will did on the other side.
     "I'm gay, too, I told Will earlier. He hadn't know that bit of
information. Yeah, ah ...  Greg .... thanks so much, I'll be here so much
you'll start charging me rent."
     Will kissed his friend on the cheek, "No, we won't. You will be
helping me seriously, man, I need you. Thanks for coming and can you stay
the night?"  Will was hoping, he'd was also hoping he see ALL of Doug's
body that he hadn't seen before, certain parts of.
     "I don't have a partner, or a lover, but I will treasure you as my
friends."
     Doug returned the little kiss and grinned, "Just try and get rid of
me." He was so relieved that Greg and Will liked him to make him part of
their family.


* * * * *


     By that time of the evening Matt and Hardy has just left their
Jacuzzi, dried and donned some shorts for bed.  They planned to just relax
after a rough day.  Lying in their bed, Matt was reading some reports on
student attendance at the Music School but his eyelids were drooping.
     Hardy was wide awake, thinking about some information he'd received,
actually, an invitation for the Dukes of Windsor for December at Arizona
State University in Tempe and an instrumental music program there.  The
conference was for colleges instrumental music instructors from all over
the country on small group success with educating while entertaining their
audience.
     "Matt?"  Hardy tried to get Matt's attention.
     Nothing. Quiet.
     A little louder, Hardy tried again, "Matt?"
     The next time he put his lips against Matt's ear, "Matt," he uttered
loudly.
     "Mmm, oh, it's you. What do you want?"  Matt had slipped down until
laying prone on his side of the bed.
     "I have some news, Dr. Matthew Bunker Ridgway. Could you listen?"
     Matt smacked his lips and swallowed, "I guess so."
     "I've decided to disband the Dukes."  Hardy knew he wasn't listening.
     "That's good."
     Hardy leaned over Matt, pulled down the waist band of his shorts under
his scrotum and inhaled Matt's cock.
     "Oh, Hardy, that's so ..... what did you say?" Matt was finally
alerted to Hardy's voice.
     Hardy snickered and quit sucking, "I said I love you."  Then he
continued, "Matt, we've received an invitation to perform at the National
Arts Foundation instrumental music conference for college instructors at
Arizona State University in Tempe.  That will be during the Christmas
Vacation. Do you think Brian would loan us one of his small jets to ship us
there?  Maybe?"  Hardy was so hoping that Matt would agree to talk to Brian
about it.
     "Hon, wherever you want to take the gang, I'm sure we can find the
funding. Was there anything else?"  Matt seemed a little exasperated with
Hardy, but cautioned himself, `don't act so high and mighty, remember we
are partners and love each other.'
     Hardy had a good idea what Matt was feeling, "Yes, one other
thing. This afternoon I was walking around our house and saw a young man
walking near our property. I knew I'd never seen him before, but decided to
see if I could help."  He took a deep breath, not sure whether he should
tell Matt.  Oh, well. "It turns out the young man's name was Doug Baker, a
friend of Will's. Actually he was the driver when Will's leg was so badly
damaged.  He said that Will had forgiven him, but I really wonder."  He
thought more, "But, thinking how wonderfully solid Will is, he probably
did. "I invited Will and Greg to bring Doug here tomorrow morning - late so
they could swim and we could know Mr. Baker some."
     Matt considered his plan, "I'll call Greg in the morning to remind
them, seconding your invitation. It was a good idea." Greg reached to pull
Hardy's body against his own, caressing him wherever he would find a solid
handhold.
     "Let's get to sleep, Wolfey, we'll have much to do tomorrow."


* * * * *


     Greg was not actually assigned to the Windsor Fire Department at all,
but was presented with his credentials of official membership as an adjunct
instructor.  When he found some time, he was allowed to ride the fire
trucks and he was often asked to make suggestions to the chief of any he
might have to improve their service for the city and surrounding
countryside.
     The Department was funded by county funds, voted on by the citizens
periodically. That was one Issue on the ballot that had never been turned
down.  Greg was impressed with the administration and firemen themselves, a
tight knit group of men, no women at the present time.  The chief and Greg
spoke casually at regular times about operations in the Department, not
about personnel but the rules and regulations.
     "You know, Chief, in Bryan we had no females in the department. But I
think it is coming soon, we did have a few women EMTs who seem to have
worked out well. Almost all were doing the job within the regulations,
studying the courses and textbook work, but I feel most women do not have
the strength that men do that it takes with the really heavy work."
     "Greg, I'm of the same opinion, and I'm not sure how well they would
be appreciated on the job by the men.  It is a tough issue."  He took a sip
of his coffee, sitting behind his desk.  The previous three weeks had been
easy ones for the firemen.  "I'm not so sure we could find women around
Windsor who would be eligible."
     "Chief, if I ever find women in my classes whom I thought might work
out, I'll suggest they talk to you. But I'll let you know first that they
want to see you, so you aren't surprised.  I do have people come in for
courses, not a degree, and I'll be watching out."
     The Chief, Don Grant, had the book of applications in front of him,
leafing through the pages. He started to address Greg, but hesitated a
moment, then continued. "Greg, I need to ask you something I probably
shouldn't, but while I was going over everyone's records from the
department applications, I noticed that the name you gave for emergency
contact was William Gooding.  Is that your father?"
     Greg wasn't sure how he should answer that without outing himself to
the whole department. He did have the opportunity to answer `yes', though
that would be begging the question since that was actually his father's
name.  What should he do?  Finally, he cleared his throat, looked at Don as
frankly as he could possibly manage.
     "Don, that honestly is my father's name, he lives in Bryan, but he is
not my emergency contact. I'm sure you noticed that the phone number on my
application is a local one. The name in this case refers to my cousin,
Will, also a William, who lives with me in the farm house just before the
Anthony farm heading down Rt. 15 toward Bryan.  He is an adult matriculated
at Windsor College majoring in music of that he is an excellent performer.
Do you know the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor from the college?"
     "Yes, Greg, I've heard them a few times, and really appreciate their
performances, quite a unique group, seems sort of entertainment and
education at the same time.  Would your Will be in that this year?"
     "No, not this year, he is a superb player, but if you've seen them
perform, you already know that they dance along with the music, and Will
lost half his left leg in an accident in Sylvania last May, so he hasn't
been using a prosthesis over three months or so. He is working it out, but
still can't dance the way they do. Maybe next year.
     "You know, Greg, I remember that, bunch of high school graduates
driving around, way too fast and dangerously.  Was he driving?"  Don seem
anxious to hear the details.
     "No, one of his good friends had been drinking and snorting, I
believe, so wasn't in good shape for driving.  Actually, this will give you
an idea of my cousin's personality, that boy who caused the wreck is in our
home right now, having received forgiveness from Will. My cousin is a
wonderful young man."
     "Greg, it is wonderful of you to take him in and care for him.  Does
he have a hard time coming to terms with the accident?  I think that would
be so hard."
     "No, he is in good spirits and eager to get through school. He is a
fine man."



* * * * *


     The next morning about 10 a.m. Will and Doug, Dexter and Junior headed
for the Ridgway farm. They walked from their own home about a half mile
south and enjoyed the brisk weather and the crunch of frosted grass leaving
their trail shimmering in the gentle breeze. Will had called Dex and Junior
early, obviously either waking them up or disturbing some on-going fun and
games, to invite them to the party at Ridgways.  He also woke up Hardy even
earlier to ask permission to bring them.
     Will told Dex and Junior to bring their speedos with them. He knew
they couldn't be wearing them very long, suits usually disappear soon after
the party starts, relegated to a chair somewhere. He had also loaned Doug a
pair of his own, Doug was taller than Will, but the waist size was similar.
     After donning his own speedo, Will watched as Doug began to pull his
up, facing away from Will.  "Doug, would you please turn around."  He
grinned at Doug, twitching his eyebrows at him.
     Doug blushed, "Will, I ... I ."
     "It's okay, Doug, I've never seen yours and I'd like to see what I
missed in High School.  And I truly love your ass, gorgeous."  Doug blushed
deeply, so honored by Will's request.
     Doug moved to stand in front of Will who was seated on the bed. "Here
it is, Will, I'm really sorry you never saw it before. But, maybe it was
for the better, I'd sort of played around with it a lot."
     Will saw a nice, cut dick, maybe four inches long, soft. His eyes
looked up at Doug, then he put a palm under it, gauging it's weight. "Real
nice, Doug." Will couldn't help himself, he began to caress the soft,
velvet skin and large, swelling glans.  "Is that the maximum, Doug," when
the cock had been pumped to about 7 ½ inches, hot and thumping from inside
by Will's playing hand.
     "Yes, Will, that's it."
     Will gave the head a soft kiss and quick lick, making the hard rod
jump a little.
     Again, he looked up at Doug, "Very nice, a real man's mancock. Thank
you."
     Doug knelt between Will's legs, close to his friend. "Thank you, my
dear sufferer because of my insanity. I'm so sorry, I do love you and
respect you so much." Will felt Doug's tears on his face, joining with his
own.  "I love you too, Doug, please be my friend."
     Will grabbed Doug's neck to pull his lips against his own.  While they
pressed lips together, Doug wrapped his arms around Will's strong back
where they remained still for a few minutes. Will was trying to absorb
Doug's soul into his own, hoping his forgiveness would ease his torture.
      At the Ridgway farm house, after Hardy was awakened, he decided to
call as many of the usual guests who enjoyed the pool and were
available. Anne had decided to whomp up a brunch for all of the gatherers.
Quite a few of them had accepted the invitation, to start about 10 am.
     Anne's kitchen helpers, Roger, Todd, Jacob, Joshua and Matt would be
put to work.  They set up the warming pans on the long table by the
pool. Her creations would be scrambled eggs, fresh made cinnamon rolls,
bacon and sausage to start, but would not be ready until noon for
consumption.  Hardy would be busy welcoming their eager guests.  For a
spur-of-the-moment party, this one would rank at the top of the list, for
amenities, and participants, fraternizing and silliness.
     One point was realized after the party was over, no person of the
female sex had been invited or, if invited, had declined to appear.  That
observation was only made at the end, no one commented while the
participants reveled in their `party' mood.
     Steve and Gary passed on the offer, sleepily, very tired after their
night of carousing in their own little `party' on their bed.  Moose also
had been invited, but sent his regrets via Mike.  Then the crowd ...  Jerry
and Max, Will and Doug, Mike, Alden Johns, Mark and Jack, plus the live-in
Ridgways, began splashing and swimming as they could. The pool fortunately
approached Olympic size, so the fifteen persons in it had plenty of room to
swim and maneuver.  The two small Ridgway boys, Joshua and Jacob, love the
parties, but that day they were visiting young friends in Windsor.

     When everyone was in the water, Hardy appeared.
     "Hey, guys," Hardy yelled standing on the rim, ready to dive
in. "Watch this."  Hardy proceeded to pull his bikini suit off his body,
flinging it into a dark corner. Thereafter, he dove in, naked and showing
all his special stuff, while every man was staring at him, amazed with his
actions. The regulars in the pool immediately stripped off their suits,
too. Newbies' first thought was `I'm not gonna do that', until everyone was
naked but Doug, Dex and Junior.
     Hardy added to his exuberant personality, "Come on, guys," he urged,
"someone near these guys drag their suits off, then we can have fun."
     Will swam up to Dex and Junior, "Hey, guys, this is just fun. We might
get into a little dickie pulling, butt pinching and ball tweaking." He
winked at them, "Or whatever you can think of that is just fun."  Before he
had finished his sentence, they had pulled his dick, flicked his balls and
felt up between his ass.
     "Guys, you aren't supposed to concentrate on one guy, give others a
chance." Will did appreciate their attention, but worried about his rep a
little.
     "Ok, coach, we'll take it easy on you, helpless as you are."
     Will at that moment decided he would show them how helpless he was. He
had been working on his swimming and become much more adept at it.  They
both found their dicks in his hand for a while, their balls held quite
tightly and a finger in their asses, some swift movements.
     When the other swimmers realized what he was doing, they attacked
Will, no more pussy cats. Those swimmers had been taking it easy on Will,
because of his handicap, but decided he'd had it too gentle and he was
their favorite prey. Even Doug set at his old friend, especially when he
noticed how big Will's cock was when hard.
     When Will finally attacked, he racked up quite a number of cocks,
balls and asses. They fled.
     "Hey, guys, take it easy on Will, he's ....." Hardy tried to hold them
off.
     "Hardy, he'd killing us. He ain't handicapped" Doug complained, "He's
gone crazy."
          Hardy did notice that everyone was staying away from Will,
keeping a good space away from him.  "Well, I'd say you guys deserved it,
in spades."
     Since Hardy knew that Doug didn't have a partner, he made a point of
introducing Alden to Doug, before they had gone naked. After getting into
the pool with nothing on, Alden soon had all the facts about Doug in his
head. "Why don't you think about transferring to Windsor College. I'm in
the music department, too." Alden grinned slyly, "I'd sure like to know you
better."  He plucked Doug's penis while sliding his fingers into Doug's
cleft, lightly feeling his asshole. He gave Doug a little kiss on his
hardened dick. "Much better."
     Both men reddened, embarrassed at Alden's foray into Doug's hunky
body.
     Matt and Hardy took time to talk to all their guests, getting to know
them, especially the newer ones like Dexter and Junior, Doug and Max and
Jerry.
     They concentrated on Doug at one point. Hardy had told Matt what Doug
had done.
     Matt smiled, "Good for him, he's got guts."



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     On the way back to Will and Greg's house, Doug was flying high, not
from drugs or alcohol, but from the excitement he found in the Ridgway's
pool, especially someone named Alden.
     "Will, I can't tell you how `up' I am." He grabbed Will around his
shoulders.  "I loved the last few hours with all those guys. Man, they are
so hot!" He hugged Will tightly, showing his affection to the man he
figured would be lost to him forever.  His eyes became a little swamped,
but he held on to his enthusiasm.
     Will watched him, realizing that Doug had changed entirely from his
previous sybarite, egoistical self. No longer was he an alky and druggie,
intent on exploring all the pleasure he could find.  Will had never seen
anyone change so much, such a reversal in his attitudes and manners.
     "Doug, I could see you were enjoying yourself, but you still
considered all the others, not just for your pleasure.  If nothing else
comes out of your accident, you will be a much happier person and true to
yourself." He held Doug and smiled at him. "Now I know why I'm loving you,
you're achieving oceans of pride, self-respect and love inside."
     Doug smiled, held Will and kissed him passionately on the lips.
     "Thanks, Doug, but you didn't have to kiss everyone at the party, to
thank them.  Especially Alden Johns, he about sucked you and fingerfucked
you." Will grinned happily, "Everyone loved you, man, I know you were
having so much fun by pulling all those new dicks, at least new to
you. Couldn't you see them wanting to be around you, obviously liking and
sometimes loving you.  Matt and Hardy told me to bring you back anytime,
anytime at all.  So, you've got to visit Greg and me a lot. Okay?"  Will
kissed his cheeks, cheeks that were glowing in pleasure and pride.
     When they got near the house, Greg was rocking on the porch, cool as
it was.
     He stood and was smiling. "How was the party? You both sure look
happy."
     "Oh, Greg," Doug spoke first, "they are wonderful, I've never been so
happy, especially without booze or alcohol." He blushed brightly, "And all
because of your lover, and my best friend."  Doug enthusiastically,
dramatically and passionately jumped to Greg and kissed and hugged him with
all the affection he could muster.
     To say the least, Greg was surprised and a bit puzzled, but held on to
Doug with his strong arms, realizing that the man needed his approbation
and love.
     "Come on inside, guys, you probably need to change." He kept his arm
around Doug and led him though the front door.  "When do you have to get
home, Doug? I don't want you to leave here before you absolutely must,
okay?"
     "I'll need to get back by six this evening. I have a rehearsal with
the college brass sextet at 7 and will need to leave by five."  Doug looked
at Greg with obvious devotion and at Will with love and desire."
     "Doug, do you have a partner yet, a good friend, maybe your roommate?"
     Doug looked down at the floor, nothing favorable in his manner. "No."
In his mind he was thinking about Alden Johns whom he met at the swimming
party.
     With a finger under his chin, Greg pulled the young man's face up
toward his own.
     "Greg. the guys I had sex with in high school either went away to
school, or made it clear to me they didn't have time or inclination to
continue our sex games.  I never loved any of them, only Will whom I
couldn't have and then hurt catastrophically."
     Will, who had been watching Doug, a monstrous erection in his pants,
got behind Doug, thrusting his crotch into Doug's butt, between the cheeks
as far as he could.
     "Douggie, you must forgive yourself, as I've forgiven
you. Everything's going to look up now, Greg and I love you. We want to
somehow make you happy."
     Doug had jumped, feeling Will's cock against his butt, wishing they
could do it.
     "Doug, I want you to email us every day, talk to us on the phone or
come to see us often."  He paused, "Hey, how about next weekend, could you
make it?"
     "Ah, I have a concert to play next Saturday, but could make it the
next weekend. Okay?"
     Will broke in, "You will be here two weeks from now, please.  We want
you to meet lots more people, well, men, that is.  He grinned indecently,
"We have to get you fixed up."
     All three men hugged and smiled broadly, wondering how they would do
that.  Doug smiled because he thought he'd found someone in the pool, whose
cell number and email address he'd been given.

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