Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2006 19:13:48 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor\Dukes of Windsor - II - 4

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
if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area, please leave
now.  Always be SAFE. Otherwise read on and I hope you enjoy.

The Dukes of Windsor, Copyright 2004,2005 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights
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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.


Chapter 4


   On the short drive, Greg explained how he had met Hardy Wolfe.  "When I
was in high school in Columbus, Hardy was a freshman in the same school
where I was a senior.  We didn't meet until I was set upon by some other
seniors.  I was small at that time, not athletic or muscular.  Those guys
decided I was gay and beat me up.  I didn't even know I was gay at the
time. I was a very late bloomer."

   The Pathfinder was moving smoothly on the state road, Rt 15, going
directly north to Windsor.  "Anyway, Will, Hardy found me behind the gym
where they had beat me.  I was half unconscious, moaning and crying."  Greg
was affected by his misfortune just retelling some of it.  "It was night
and I'd had a band rehearsal that had just let out. I'd left my bicycle
behind the gym so I could hop on and pedal home. Hardy at that time had
reached his peak of physical development, an Adonis he was, and big."

   Will handed Greg a tissue to blow his nose.

   "Thanks, Will."  He smiled at his 'little man'. "Anyway, he picked me up
and carried me to his car. He also decided that I needed to visit the
Emergency Room at the nearby hospital.  He explained to the doctor what had
happened and hoped nothing was terribly wrong."

   "I was examined and the bruises and scrapes were bandaged.  I didn't
have a concussion or worse. But I ached everywhere."

   The doctor told us he would have to report this, it was a hate crime.

   "We, me and Hardy, decided to do it, but we really should not have.
Those seniors who had done it, made my life hell after they got out of
Attention Center.  They just had their hands patted and were told not to do
it again."

   "That was when my father and I moved to Bryan.  He got me to the YMCA
for me to build up my body by exercise. And, my growth spurt finally
happened. I went from 6' 0" to 6'2" in one year, and 150 pounds to 180
along with it. Also, I developed a lot of hard muscles.  I wanted to go
find the guys who beat me up, but my Dad talked me out of it."

   Greg was quiet for a moment, "Hardy and I have been friends ever since.
He would come to Bryan to see me, and I'd visit him in Columbus.  We go
camping together and had great times.  I never told him I was really gay,
but I think he knew it."

   "Oh, damn, I missed the driveway.  I can turn around at the next
farmhouse."

   Greg got the Pathfinder around, headed back to the beautiful home Will
had noticed.

   "Wow, Greg, that's some farm house. Looks like a mansion."

   Greg drove up the long driveway with a canopy of oak trees overhead, a
cool, dimly lit path, parking beside the house.

   Greg got Will out of the SUV and they walked to the wide porch where
they rang the bell.  The bell this time played part of the Windsor Castle
Overture by Haydn.

   They could hear someone running toward the door, laughing and talking to
someone else back in the house.

   "Greg, great to see you. Come on in."

   Greg and Hardy shook hands as Greg introduced Will.  Will shook but was
unable to speak.  Hardy was dressed only in a speedo suit and Will was
staring at the Adonis like body facing him, muscles everywhere, not huge
bulging ones, but clearly defined ones all over, and handsome to boot.

        "Hi, Will, glad to meet you and Greg I'm happy you brought him ALL
that way."  Hardy smiled, "Matt and I are in the pool playing around. So
you must come in too. " He put his arm on Will's back and his eyes widened
in disbelief. He looked at Greg who knew what Hardy had just discovered.

   They walked into the pool room, huge and beautiful, blue sparkling water
disturbed by waves from Matt swimming from one end to the other.

   "Ah, Hardy, we didn't bring any suits."

   "We usually go naked but our two little boys are around somewhere and so
is their grandmother, so we are wearing suits. We can easily find suits for
you."
   Will looked worried about swimming and Greg realized his concern.

   "Ah .. Hardy ... Will is wearing a prosthesis on his left leg."
   "Hey, that's no problem.  Come here, Will."

   Will walked to Hardy who suddenly swooped Will up in his arms, carrying
him to a lounge, setting him on it.

   "Will, Matt is really Dr. Matthew Ridgway, Head of the Music
Department," he giggled and whispered, "And my lover."

   Matt appeared next to them with a handful of bathing suits.

   "Hey, Greg," Matt hollered, "Here are some suits you can try.  Don't be
bashful, just get some on."

   Matt shook hands with Will, sitting on the lounge.  He watched as Hardy
took Will's clothes off.  Will was mesmerized by this man, stunned by his
beauty and his fantastic, superhuman body.

   After Hardy got the jeans and his shorts off, he took the prosthesis off
as if he did it every day.  He put his arms under Will's and lifted him
without effort to stand on his remaining leg.

   Greg had picked out some long, loose shorts which he handed to Hardy.

   Hardy looked into Will's eyes, "I'll lift you, Will, don't worry. Lift
your good leg and Matt will get the suit on you."

   Will couldn't believe what was happening. Two men he'd never met before
were handling his naked body, putting a suit on him.  Hardy put Will's arm
around his shoulder and half carried him to the shallow end where they
stepped into the warm water.

  They slowly sank into it, Hardy still holding Will.

   Will was in a state of an erotic trance, so energized he was by the two
men.  His Greg was a super body too but not quite like Hardy, yet neither
was Matt.  Hardy floated farther out in the pool with Will at his side.
Will was getting more and more embarrassed because he had a rock hard cock
in his shorts.  He didn't know quite what to do.

   "Hardy," he whispered in Hardy's ear, "I'm sorry but I've got a hard
on." He looked frantic.
   Hardy pulled Will against him, front to front.  He grabbed Will's
buttocks to pull his hips against himself. At that point Will felt Hardy's
hard cock against his leg. Hardy looked into Will's eyes, "See, Will, I
have one too, and it is all right, my friend, it's okay."  He gave Will a
little kiss on his cheek.  "Personally, Will, I think you are gorgeous,
probably the hottest one here."

   "Will, I'd like to help you adjust to swimming with only one foot. It
can be done.  I once worked for a physical therapy outfit and learned some
of this. Okay?"

   Will would have said 'okay' even if Hardy had said he wanted to even up
Will's legs, to cut off the good one.  He was in such a state of exultation
with Hardy and Matt, too.  He knew that Greg was telling Matt all about
their vacation, meeting each other, Will hurting his good foot and their
return to Bryan.

   Hardy gripped Will's buttocks, his fingers reaching between them too
far.  Will cried out from the pain when he did.

   Immediately Hardy knew that Greg had fucked Will that morning, or more
likely, the previously evening.  His eyes glanced at Greg.  Greg had heard
Will's cry, deducing his asshole still hurt. He smiled with guilt at Hardy,
admitting that he had made love to Will.  He lift one hand with his
forefinger raised.

   "I'm sorry, Will, I'll watch where I put my hands."

   Will smiled craftily, "Hardy, you can touch me anywhere you want.  And I
mean it."

   Hardy laughed, "You are some tempter, Will."

   "Yes, that's what Greg calls be sometimes.  What can I say. I'm always
horny."  He giggled a bit, and grabbed Hardy's body to accent his feelings.

   Hardy smiled, but started moving Will around, pushing him onto the
surface and holding him there with one hand under his chest and one under
his crotch.  He had Will move his arms and legs, trying to swim.

   "Will, you won't get much power from your left leg, but try to use it to
coordinate with your right for some thrust."

   Will was having a great time in the pool.  Occasionally Hardy would let
go so he could swim on his own.  And it was working.  However, Will was
happier with Hardy's hand on his chest and on his crotch.  He got his arms
around Hardy's neck, pulling their heads together so he could feel Hardy's
face against his.

   "Hey, Greg, come here, see what Hardy has taught me!" He smiled at Greg,
moving his head to get him going.

   The four men played in the pool for an hour or so, then lay on lounges
at pool side.

   "Will, would you tell me about your accident, please? We'll let Greg and
Matt get more acquainted."  He faced Will, "Did Greg tell you about my
finding him all beat up."

   "Yes, Hardy, and my thanks go out to you.  Greg and I were having sex in
our hotel room when my parents burst in. They finally told me I had no more
home with them, I was kicked out."

Hardy sat on Will's lounge with him, holding him close to comfort him.
They talked together for another hour.  Will admitted to Hardy that he and
Greg had anal sex the previous night.

   "I was so great, Hardy, my first time.  But in the morning it really was
sore.  Greg gave me a tube of stuff which did help a lot.  I'll put some on
again later."

   "Hey, Greg, I hear you messed up your little friend last night."

   "Don't you believe it, Hardy. I wanted to quit but he wouldn't let me. I
fixed him up."

   "Well, he needs your fix again."

   "Will and Greg, when you got here I called some people whom you haven't
met and we're going to have a cookout this afternoon whenever they get
here.  They are part of the Dukes ...."

   "Wow, Hardy, they are so great, I was at Sylvania High School when you
played there." He blushed, "Of course, Hardy, you were the hottest one
there."  The rest laughed while Hardy reddened all over.

   "Gee, thanks, Will, I really needed that."  He affected an angry scowl
which Will didn't believe because Hardy's cock was still hard as a rock and
big as a ball bat.

   "The people coming will want to swim so we'll just stay in our outfits.
And, I want everyone to get a look at Will and his gymnastics body, best
one I've ever seen, Will."  Hardy hugged Will, running his hands up and
down Will's chest. "Man, Matt, just look at all these muscles, so fine on a
smaller man."  He kissed Will's cheek as they heard the yells and shouting
from a number of young people.

   "Where's the party, huh?  Hardy, where are you, we're here to party."
Suddenly three young men and a young woman appeared at the pool room door.
"Hey, we got company. That's great!"

    Will looked at the woman, gorgeous, slim and curved in all the right
places.  Girls didn't actually excite Will, but he could appreciate beauty
when he saw it.  He then noticed a huge young man, he looked like a moose.
He wasn't surprised when he found out that his name was Moose.  Another
young man, about his own age, was introduced as Mike, Moose's brother and
partner.

   Will didn't want to stand up because his cock was still hard and big.
Of course his amputated leg allowed him the privilege of staying seated.
Chris, the Duchess of The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor, sat beside Will,
talking a mile a minute about their performance at Sylvania the previous
year.  She told Will that she had been married the previous June in England
and her title was Lady Ballard of Ballard House.  She said the Queen of
England was a guest at her wedding.  Will could only gasp.

   "Will, would you mind terribly if I touched your leg?"  She was all
sympathy, but really cared, too.

   "No, Chris, that's fine." He almost said 'touch anything you want to',
but he knew she'd seen his erection even in the baggy shorts.  She softly
caressed Will's stump, making it feel so good, the best since he hurt it.

   The third man in the part was Rick Adams, a shorter young man like
himself and cute as a bear. He apologized because his partner had to work
today, he was down south pickin' cotton.  The whole place roared with
laughter.

   Rick whispered to Will, "I was kidding, Will, you see, my partner is a
black man and I have to tease him sometimes. He's really visiting his
parents in Windsor.  Maybe he will come later."  He smiled, "He's gorgeous,
Will, wait til you see."




* * * * *




   The party was continuing as more and more people arrived to celebrate
whatever they were celebrating.  Hardy stayed by Will, introducing the
others as they came.  He also talked to Will about the possible course work
he could get at Windsor. His major would be Physical Therapy with a minor
of pediatric psychology, anatomy and physiology.
   "Man, Hardy, that sounds great, just what I want.  Thanks you so much.
I can't wait to start."

   "Will, I'm pretty sure that a man will be coming who is the Dean of the
Arts and Sciences at Windsor.  He is the foster father of two you met
earlier, Moose and little Matt.  We say that for Matt Monahan to keep track
of him with Matt Ridgway."

   Dean McAllister walked in just then, and headed for Hardy and Will. He
looked eager, anxious to meet Will.

   "I'm Dean McAllister, normally called Hamish, and you must be Will
Gooding." They shook hands. "I'm very pleased to meet you and hear that you
will be coming to Windsor. I was told you know Greg Gooding well, and he is
your cousin. Great."

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Dean, thanks for coming to see me."  Will was
very grateful, well worth the trip.

   "I don't know how much Hardy told you, but I think we should be able to
provide you with the education you need. He said you wanted to be trained
to help other people with amputations, especially young people. Right?"
The Dean was right on with what Will desired in an education.

   "Exactly, Dean, that's just what I want. My high school grades were the
highest in my class, I received a state trophy for Floor Exercise in
Gymnastics, and President of the band.  It was after graduation that this
happened." Will indicated with his hand that he meant his loss of a leg.
Hamish couldn't help the sympathetic look on his face, the tragedy of this
gymnast's career ended.

    "I think, Will, that we also may be able to offer courses in psychology
which would be helpful with amputees. I'm sure you would have a terrific
insight into those problems."  He smiled warmly, patted Will's shoulder,
"I'm hoping we can be friends." He leaned over Will and planted a light
kiss on his forehead.  He then realized he shouldn't have done that, Will
looked as if he were going to cry.

   "Hey, Moose and Matt, get over here.  Will, I want you to really meet my
foster sons, and are they a handful." He laughed, "These guys aren't really
my sons, Will, I adopted them when their parents threw them out of the
house after they learned they were gay and in love with each other."  He
smiled tenderly, "I love them as if they were mine."  There were tears in
his eyes as he watch the boys work their way through the crowd of partiers.

   "Moose, and Mike, I know you have shaken hands with Will, but you need
to really meet him.  He will be going to Windsor this fall and we'll invite
him to our home frequently."  Moose reached down, slid his hands under
Will's buttocks and picked him up to hold him in his arms. "I get tired
bending over so much, Will. Is this okay for you?"  Will nodded okay, he
liked the feel of Moose's hands under his butt.  At least he wasn't hurting
his butt.  Maybe he'd been warned.

   Will sat straight, smiling, looking closely at Moose. "Why are you named
Moose, Moose?"
  Moose turned suddenly to his brother, Mike, "It's all his fault.  When he
was a little kid, he started calling me Moose, and everybody else did too."
He blushed, "Actually, I used it too."

   Mike spoke up, "Will, we heard you were kicked out too, just as we were.
And now you have a cousin who is taking care of you. Moose and I took care
of ourselves, but we are way much better off now with Dad McAllister.  He
bent down to whisper into Will's ear, "He lets us do what we want, and he
even bought me a car!"

   "Hey, that's the greatest, Mike. I'm going to have to work on Greg for a
car.  Oh, heck, I forgot to ask your father if I could get a scholarship or
two."

   "Hey, Dad," Mike yelled, "Are you going to get Will a free college ride
like me?  You should, you know, poor little crippled boy, no one to love
him or take him on walks in his little red wagon."

   "Yeah, I've heard of your Little Red Wagings."  The dean started roaring
as did Will and the rest of the crowd.  They started applauding Matt and
Will.  Will took no offense at Matt's description of him. He loved it and
might work it on Greg some day.





* * * * *


   Matt was talking to Greg, "We are happy to have you here, Greg, we'd
love to have you stay overnight, we have a spare bed room for you and Will.
Please say you will.  We are planning to party quite a while tonight as the
crowd thins, and we can feed you too.  You won't be able to meet Gramma or
our two little boys tonight, they are in Columbus. The boys are watching
Gramma beat a lot of old farts playing golf at her golf club there."

   "I'll ask Will, Matt, I know he will want to. But we didn't bring
anything with us."

   "Greg, we have plenty of new toothbrushes, soap and towels and shaving
equipment.  I'm sure you could wear my clothes and Will could go naked as
far as I'm concerned." Matt laughed, "And I'm not kidding, Greg.  How did
he ever get that body?  When did he start gymnastics?"

   "Freshman year in high school." Greg sighed, "Matt, I don't know how he
has done it, his gymnastics career in ruins, his life under a terrible
strain with his parents, and he still can be a delight to me.  Some day
I'll tell you how we met.  Quite a coincidence. But we do love each other,
more every day. I guess we are another Moose and Mike."

     Matt nodding, "They are a pair too. Young people amaze me all the
time, Greg, what they can accomplish is wonderful." He stood, "Is that a
yes, Greg?"

   Greg nodded yes and hugged Matt, who hugged back and even kissed Greg's
cheek.



* * * * *


   The evening in Windsor at the Dukes Ranch with Hardy and Matt had been a
pleasure and pure enjoyment.  They stayed in their bathing suits all the
time, actually saving the clothes they'd worn up.  So they wouldn't have to
borrow clothes.  Hardy told them they were staying in Brian and Ted's room.
He suggested that Will take a pair of Ted's boxers while Greg could have a
pair of Brian's.  He whispered to them that Brian had half a billion
dollars of his own.  'He can afford it.'

   Both of them enjoyed the wonderful bathroom and huge shower in that
room.

   "Greg, isn't this super, what a way to live."  He blushed, "Not that I
don't love your place, Greg, it's super, and it is ours."

   Hardy had brought them a plastic chair so Will could sit in the shower
and Greg wouldn't have to hold him all the time."

   They had found shorts for bed that fit them just fine.

   "Will, please drop your shorts, I want to medicate you asshole again. I
noticed it was bothering you tonight."

   Will did as he asked and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Hardy didn't
know and hurt in once, and then later Moose, just a little."

   Will reached back with both hands to pull his cheeks apart so Greg could
see his sore place.

   "Will, you do look better, but I think another dose of medication will
help a lot."  He squeezed an inch of it on his finger, spread it on and
inside his anus. It also went around the aureola, a deep red then, still a
bit swollen. He squeezed another inch and forced open the lips to slide it
into the opening, extending through the sphincter to coat the inner wall.

   Greg finished and wiped his fingers.  "Now, Willie, that should hold
your love hole."

    After sliding under the sheets, Greg and Will cuddled and held each
other.

   "Isn't it wonderful," Will gushed, "how those men are gay and yet they
manage very well." He paused, "Oh, I'm glad we got to see Rick's lover,
Jamal. What a beautiful black man!"

   "Yes, wasn't he hot? Do you suppose he has a foot long cock like they
say."

   Will smirked, "I ask Rick about that. He said no, but it is uncut, not
circumcised, the first one he'd seen."

   "That is no longer a rarity, love, really doesn't need to be done."

   Will grabbed Greg soft cock, "Well, I like us the way we are.  And, I
want to suck you tonight, sweets, and then we won't mess up the bed sheets,
I'll just eat it."  He grinned happily, lustful and eager.

   While cuddling, the two hungry men took each other's soft cock and work
them into real hot rods, straight. A lot straighter than they were, hot and
steaming and oozing precum, sliding that slick juice over the cock heads.
Will was trying to suck all Greg's precum from his cock, squeezing it from
base to head again and again.  He was smoothing the slippery juice around
his head with his little finger, when his little finger slid right into
Greg's piss slit, all the way up to his first knuckle.

   "Whoa, little man, what are you trying to do?  I don't put anything into
my urethra," he sighed, "but, damn that feels good to me, little Will, keep
going."

   Will kept trying to stick his whole finger inside Greg's cock, it felt
so sexy to him, too. Will's little finger was thin and slender, but he
couldn't get it past the second knuckle.  The sensual feeling on his finger
made him so hot he wanted to come.

   Greg put his hand on Will's head, brushing his hair back, "Will, maybe
you better pull it out before we do an injury."

   Will didn't want to take it out, but did what Greg said.

   "Oh, Greg, that felt so wild, I felt my finger was into part of your
inner self.  Never thought of that, but certainly didn't want to hurt you,
babe.  You are mine and I wouldn't want you damaged, especially anything to
do with your big cock there which I love beyond reckoning."  He went on
eagerly, "And all the time we've been here we could hold hands, kiss and
hug without being in trouble.  The ones like the Dean and Chris who aren't
gay, sure take it well."  He gave a smile, "Of course, they were far out
numbered."

   Will turned around on the bed to put his head at Greg's cock and Greg
did the same to Will's.  They used their tongues to excite the cock head
and inside the urethra, licking up the precum.  Will had been so excited
sexually all day and evening that he was ready to cum as soon as Greg took
him into his mouth.  His tongue circled the head and shaft.  As soon as
Greg tried to stick his tongue into Will's urethra, Will yelled.

    "Oh god, GG, that's too much, I'm cuming, I'm cuming."  Will raised his
hips off the bed, tight and tense, shaking and breathing heavily when his
clots of cum filled Greg's mouth.  Greg kept it in his mouth, only
swallowing when he had to.  He ran the slippery fluid around his tongue,
loving the taste of his lover's juice.  Will fell back to the bed, but Greg
followed him down, keeping the melting cock in his mouth where his tongue
still swiped.

   After they had rested, Will told Greg,"Now I'll get your cum in my
mouth. Roll over."
 Greg turned over to reveal a very soft and deflated cock.

   "Greg, what happened?  Where did it go?"

   Smiling, Greg rolled over on top of Will. "Willie, I'm sorry, but when
you shot in my mouth, I shot on the bed. I know, I've made a mess.  Maybe
we can fix it.  I've heard that this bed has more action than a hundred
room whore house."

   Greg looked in both closet, finding fresh, clean sheets, ready for the
bed.  He had Will stand holding on to the headboard and changed their wet
sheet for a new one. Both were eager to get back in bed, nestle and go to
sleep.






* * * * *




   In the morning Greg and Will got up pretty early.  Will woke first,
looked at Greg's face and couldn't resist kissing his soft, shiny lips,
running his tongue between them.  He caressed Greg's pecs, lightly haired
and licked both nipples. His hands traveled down Greg's chest, arriving in
his crotch soothing Greg's cock and balls.  By the time he had Greg's cock
plumped up and stretched and his balls warmed and pampered, keeping those
little fellas in good shape, Greg was awake and watching Will with a
adoring smile on his face.

   "Mornin', love, I've enjoyed your crawl down my body, but I need a
shower and you do too."  He smiled and flipped his cock up and down, "He'll
be all right, Willie, just give him time."

"Hey, G-G, would you please take a look at my ass, okay?"

   Since Will was lying on his stomach, Greg leaned over his ass and
caressed it, beautiful, sexy and perfect. "It's still the best ass in the
state, or maybe the country."

   "G-G, I appreciate your admiration, but I wanted you to check my anus,
see if it is recovered."  He did look serious, not joking, he really wanted
to know.

   Greg parted Will's buttocks, stared at Will's anus and surrounding
tissue.  He realized that it was much less bruised and lighter in color. He
could see why Will felt much better, and he assumed that Will would like to
be loved again by Greg's cock..

   Greg kissed those so handsome cheeks, all over, loving the smooth
texture of them and Will's male aromas, the scent of his most loved
one. Then his tongue reached inside the crevice with his face behind, to
locate the wrinkled lips there.

   "Oh, god, G-G, that's killing me, man, you are shaking my feelings with
such erotic sensations.  Hon, please, let's shower and you will put your
cock inside me."

   "Will, my love, I would do anything you wanted, except that.  Hon, you
need to recover more, babe, you would hurt a lot more that the first time.
I think we should shower, dress and get out of here.  These people should
have work to go to and ...... "

   Greg broke off as someone rapped at their door, "Yes?"

   "Greg, it's Hardy. We're waiting for you. Breakfast is almost ready.  So
as soon as ... "

   Greg stopped Hardy.  "Would you come in, please. I need some advice."

   The door opened to reveal Hardy on the other side.

   Will started to complain that he was naked.

   "That's the idea, Will.  Come here, Hardy, though you might close the
door first."

   The door shut, Hardy walked over to the bed.  "What's the problem."

   "Will won't like this, but I need to tell you what we've done." He
leaved over to kiss Will on his butt. "The thing is, Hardy, that Will and I
made love last night, in fact Will lost his virginity.  This morning he was
hurting pretty bad, and though I did put some salve on his anus, he still
hurts a litte bit and ....."

   "Greg, geez, is this the confessional?"  Will was joking, yet a little
twisted by his revelations.

   "Calm down, Will, it will be fine, I just want Hardy to take a look and
see how your rear end is doing."

   Greg moved down to hold Will's buttocks, spreading them so Hardy could
see in the dark recessive trench.  Hardy poked around a little with his
finger, caressing to determine the recovery.  Then, he even surprised Greg
when he leaned over and ran his tongue over the anus and surrounding
tissue, using taste and feel on his tongue.  He sat up, let the cheeks
return to their normal shape, using both hands to stroke those globes of
youthful flesh with skin so soft and smooth, no hair at all, even inside
the trench.

   "Greg, would you let Will sit up to come beside me?" With both of them
moving Will around, Hardy soon had the boy solidly fix firmly on his lap.
He did note that Will's cock was fully erected, long and thick, even oozing
precum.

   "This is just like in the pool last night, Will, your cock was hard and
you found out my cock was hard too. I am totally affected by you, your
looks, your body and cowboy parts, and your muscularity, just as Greg is,
right?" Greg nodded. "We can all be affected by what we consider a sexual
being near us.  You are very young, relatively, and you need to take things
slowly and gradually.  From what you've said, you loved it when Greg made
love to you in a new and monumental way. Right?"

   Will grinned broadly, still a little embarrassed. "Hardy, it was the
most wonderful night of my life. Even better than winning the state
championship, or my first cum."  He thought, "Well, maybe my first cum was
a little .... no, better than that."

   "Will, the rest of your life with Greg, having your body loved like that
will only get better and better.  It will be easier on you physically and
more deeply emotional and increase your love together." Hardy hugged Will
in his arms, "And you are a person whom others will love in their hearts,
even if you never actually meet."

   Hardy kissed Will on his lips with all the sexuality at his command,
"That said, be sure you stay with Greg, he is the man for you. I know it.
You will never go wrong.  But you must love him with all your heart and
soul, keeping his trust and his love."

   Hardy then requested, "Will, one thing I desire from you now, would you
stand up and let me just look at you all over. Can do?"  Will nodded.

   Will tried to get off Hardy's lap and did with Hardy's help.  Greg also
rose to hold Will steady on his single foot.

   Will felt a little silly, but would do anything Hardy wanted him to do.
Hardy avidly looked and felt the young man's body, the brilliant
muscularity, the smooth creamy skin, his red conspicuous nipples, so peaked
and perfect.  Very lightly, Hardy ran one hand down Will's stump, just
sensing the limb which used to be there. He followed his eyes to the rear
where he caressed Will's buttocks.

   "Greg, this sensational backside is very familiar to me, a certain
statue of a certain friend of mind is a perfect copy.  When you come up
next time, Greg, I want to compare Will and the statue together. " He
started for the door, "I've probably made you late for breakfast, but there
will be plenty because I haven't eaten yet.  See you downstairs."  He waved
and shut the door.




* * * * *



   On Monday when Greg reached his workplace, he wasn't met at the door.
The others in the crew were working on the vehicles, checking equipment
outside, and equipment inside the patient bay making sure all the medical
supplies were as they should be.  The three EMT trucks were lined up
outside the big door in the sun where the washing had taken place. Greg
decided his first job would be to check on the work being done.

   Ben Barnheiser was working on Unit #2 cleaning all of the outside,
detailing, too. He noticed Greg was coming to inspect.  Ben realized that
he was still on probation and would be for three more months, and he also
knew that Greg was the one to decide whether he passed.

   "Looking good, there, Ben, keep it up.  Would you also check all the
interior and exterior lights to be sure they worked?  Especially the dash
lights which we need so badly."

   "Right, boss, will do.  Anything else?"
   "I think that's it for now."

   "How's you cousin working out?"  He emphasized the word 'cousin'
sarcastically, as if he didn't believe Will really was a cousin.

   Greg gave Ben a strange look, then, "My cousin, Will, is working out
just fine. Why?"

   Ben stuttered, "I ... I ... I was just wondering, boss, that's all."

   "He's doing well, Ben, you seem to think about him doubtfully."  Greg
stressed his next statement, "He is my cousin, Ben, no matter what you
think." He hesitated, almost taking it to a higher level with this smart
ass. He decide not to do so, and calmly said, "I think you better get back
to work."  The voice was cold as ice, not something Ben liked to hear.

   'Oh, shit,' Ben was thinking, 'I'd better be careful.'

 And Greg was thinking, 'One more remark like that and he's out, I mean
out.'




* * * * *



   That next time occurred sooner than either would have thought.  Ben was
stupid, but unlucky too.  He was talking to Ross Horton in the lav where
each had gone to take a pee.  They were talking about the work, their
emergency calls the previous day.

   For some crazy reason, Ben asked Ross, "Hey Ross, what to do you think
Greg and Will get up to at night?  Maybe more than cousins would do. Maybe
screwing around?"  Ben had a lustful smile on his face, a slyly nasty one.

    Ross didn't answer right away.  "Ben, I knew you were stupid, but not
that dumb.  Greg is a fine man no matter what and wouldn't do anything he
shouldn't.  You are a certifiable shithead, hope you can find another job."

   He put himself back in his pants, zipped up and left the room.

   Ben finished and did the same, shutting the door.

   Two minutes later in that same room, a toilet flushed, a fly was zipped
and belt buckled. The door of the cubicle opened, revealing Greg Gooding
inside. Greg's face was a study in anger and disgust, his eyes filled with
hate and distaste.  He was thinking, 'I can't kill him, but I can get rid
of him. He's not going to be able to do anything right in the next three
months. I'll see to that.'

   Greg, back in his office, asked Eddie to come in and shut the door.

   "Eddie, I just heard something in the john that has me shook." He told
Eddie exactly what he heard and who said it. "Ed, my friend, I don't think
I can stand that man in my outfit. Could we move him out, transfer him
somewhere?"

    Eddie felt sorry for his friend and boss, Ben was a stupid idiot with
no class at all. But, he didn't know how they could get rid of him without
a battle before his probation was up.

    "Greg, I don't know who would take him, maybe the City Trash
Department. I tell you, I sure wouldn't want him doing anything to help me
medically, even if I were dying." He furrowed his forehead and frowned,
"Tell you what, I'll do some thinking and will be checking the regs. Must
be something we can do. Try not to worry about it, Greg, I'll take care of
it. Okay?"

   Greg reached out and put his hand on Eddie's shoulder. He smiled, "Well,
Big Guy, I'll do that and put another star in your crown.  Thanks."

   They stood, Greg's arm around Eddie's shoulders, "Man, I don't know what
I'd do without, you know?  I know all that you do and appreciate every bit
of it.  Wish I could give you a pay raise.  But .....  "He shrugged, "I
will when I can, old man.  You sure save my ass all the time."

   "Hey, wait a minute. Will was going to the park and do some painting or
drawing or whatever he does. I can't believe his talent.  He's the
greatest."  He seemed a little worried, "I don't know when he was going
back home, I'd appreciate it if you would go to the house now and wait for
him.  I'd like to take him out for dinner when I go, then I'll get him home
again. He should get home in about an hour so would you wait for him, get
him dressed up and bring him back here.  Okay, pal?"

   "Sure, boss," he immediately said, "hey, could I get a shower at your
house, it's so much better than in the station?"

   "That's fine, Eddie, take your time. Loads of hot water."  He grinned,
"Though by the time you clean that whole, huge body, it might be gone."  He
slapped Eddie on the back, "Have a good time, man."



* * * * *




   As Eddie left for Greg's house, a 5 minute drive, Will was leaving the
park, carrying his big paper folder and his box of pastel chalk.  His mind
was on the paintings he accomplished, he was pleased with them. He was also
pleased that no one bothered him in the park, only a few men and women
jogged through without noticing him.

   Will opened the outside door of their house, walked toward the bathroom,
when he was shocked to see the bathroom door open. 'No one should be in
here. Is it Greg?'  Within five seconds Eddie walked out of the bathroom,
stark naked, with his huge, hard cock leading the way.

   "Oh."  Will choked down a yell, but put his hands over his mouth. "Oh,
Eddie," then he turned to go back to the living room.  He hollered, "I'm
sorry, Eddie, I didn't know you would be here.  Please forgive me."

    Eddie walked into the living room, just as he was, still erect. He
smiled at Will, "Well, you wondered if I was big all over, now you know."
Will shyly raised his head, opened his eyes, and grinned.

   "My god, Eddie, you ARE big all over." He looked into Eddie's eyes,
"And, I thank you for letting me see, even though you almost shocked the
shit out of me, man."

   Will was still amazed at the long, thick cock still aroused, just
twitching with his pulse.
 "My god, Eddie, how long is it?"

   "Geez, Will, I've never measured it, never thought I needed to."

   Will shot up to the desk across the room, picked out a ruler. "This is a
foot long ruler, will that be long enough, Ed?"  He was grinning smartly,
proud of his joke.

   "Well, come on, if you are going to, Will, Ed Junior won't stay full up
much longer."

   Will laid the ruler along the underside of Eddie's mammoth cock, then
took a reading of the length.  "My god, Eddie, your cock is 9 inches long.
I can't believe it. I've never seen one that long." Then he giggled, "I've
only seen mine, Greg's, and one friend in high school."

    Eddie wondered hopefully, "And I'm bigger than them all?  Right?"

   Will stood up in front of Eddie, "Oh, yes, Eddie, that's the truth."
Boldly, he reached out and bounced Eddie's huge cock on his fingers.

   Immediately, Eddie removed Will's hand from his cock, he looked fierce
at Will, "That is not for you to do, Will, I'm sorry, but you are Greg's
and that's the way it is." He finally smiled at Will, "Sorry, but you are
too young for me anyway."

    Will slowly looked at Eddie's eyes, "I'm sorry too, Eddie, I knew I
shouldn't have done that, but the devil got me."  He smiled a little,
"Eddie, you do like me?'  Will frowned a little.

   "Of course I like you Will, I'd be completely senseless if I didn't."
Eddie was serious.

   Will, still smiling, "Maybe you love me, Eddie, like I love you."  He
almost simpered.

 Eddie didn't answer right away. He turned to look into Will's face, his
own face a paradox of love and concern, "I do love you, Will, I couldn't
help myself, but please don't tell Greg, let it be our secret."  Eddie was
really worried, he'd never want to hurt Greg.

   Will looked strangely at Eddie, "It might help things if you maybe got
dressed, Eddie." He smiled at his new friend, still staring at Eddie's
penis, now drooping.

   Eddie looked down at himself in surprise. "Oh, god, Will, I'm so
sorry. I'll get dressed."

   "Don't hurry on my account," Will blushed, "I rather liked seeing you."
He grinned shamelessly, "Can I come and watch you dress, Eddie?"

   "Sure, little man, you have to get dressed too, we're going out to eat
with Greg."



* * * * *



   On Tuesday Greg and Eddie had a call to a house that Greg knew was just
a couple houses away from Ted's father's place.  He didn't want to go near
that area, but they had to go. At the house where the call was made, they
walked up the sidewalk to the front door. It was a house similar to Ted's
father's.  Before they could get there, the large front door opened to
reveal an old woman looking desolate and frightened.

   "Oh, I'm glad you came so quickly. It's my husband in the living room.
He has emphysema, but hasn't been breathing very well."

   "I'm Greg and this is Ed, we'll be glad to try to help your husband. May
we come in?"

   She looked a little dazed herself, but finally, "Oh, sorry, please come
in."

   The little old lady led them into the living room where her husband lay
on the couch, looking quite pale, not very responsive.

    "Your husband has been using the oxygen for a long while, is that
right?"

    "Yes, a few years, and it usually helps him a lot." He turned to Eddie,
"You check his airway, Ed, and I'll take blood pressure."  Within five
minutes they decided that he was not in too bad shape, but he wasn't
getting the oxygen.  Eddie started to check the tube from the oxygen source
to see if it was all right.

    "How long has be been like this? Quite a while?"

    She shook her head, "No, it has just been this morning."  She still
looked worried.

    "I found it, Greg, the oxygen tube was kinked coming from the bottle,
and hardly any air could have gotten through.  Look, his face is pinking up
quickly."

    The old man was conscious and talking intelligently. "Thank you so
much" When they told him what had happened, "We will watch that in the
future, thanks."

    Greg and Eddie returned to their unit, completed the report and Greg
started them back to the station.  Suddenly his eye spotted Ted driving
into his father's driveway.  Greg slammed on his brakes, stopping right at
the end of that driveway.  He got out quickly and was beside Ted's car door
before he could get out.

   "Roll down your window, Ted."  Greg was trying to be very calm. "I'm not
going to beat you up, Ted, just talk to me."

   Slowly the window came down but not all the way.  "What do you want,
Greg?"

   "You knew that Will was my cousin, you heard him with the librarian.
What were you trying to do, seduce him or something?"  Greg's face was now
fierce, his eyes angry and furious.

    "Shit, Greg, I wouldn't do that.  He's just a kid.  I figured he had a
prosthesis on his leg and just wanted to see it.  Then he yelled for Miss
Trenchant, little fart."

    "Ted, that was good when you helped him down the stairs outside, but
why were you pulling him to your car?  So hard that he fell down?"  Greg
was getting angrier.

    "Greg, I was going to give him a ride home."

    "Didn't anything about his actions tell you he didn't want to go with
you?  He looked like he was holding back with all his strength and was just
pulled off his foot."  Greg took a deep breathe.  "Ted, I'm not going to
get into a battle with you, just understand I don't want to see you again,
at my home or anywhere.  I want you to stay away from Will from now on.
I'll do my best to see that he never needs your help, so don't offer."

    "Okay, Greg, if that's the way you want it.  I still wonder how you got
a cousin so quick when you never had one before."

    "I will explain that to you if only to keep you from trying gossip
about something that isn't so.  My father has a brother who lives in
Sylvania with his family.  I didn't even know I had a cousin, my Dad never
said anything about one.  Will lost most of his left leg in a car accident
last May in Sylvania.  After that his attitude turned very sour, his
parents couldn't handle him. So I was asked to take him in to see what I
could do.  We had never met, I mean never, didn't know the other existed.
So, that's what happened."  Greg had cooled off a little, "How's you Dad
doing Ted, any more heart attacks?"

    "No, he's recovering well and since I'm being so good, he has no fits
any more."

    "Ted, I'm still recovering from your decision to stay with him, but
should mend soon. Having Will to care for will help." He decided to end
this conversation. "Good-bye, Ted, good-bye for good."

    Greg walked back to his Unit and left with Eddie.  He knew that Ted was
watching him, he hoped that Ted won't cause trouble.  And hoping he
wouldn't have to see him again. Between Ben and Ted, Greg was concerned
about the future for him in Bryan, he would hate to have to leave.  A job
would not be a problem, though, since good EMTs are in short supply.  He
was tempted to check if Windsor might possibly need some.



* * * * *



    The Emergency Medical Technicians of Bryan Fire Department had decided
to have a party for their groups with wives and/or significant others
behind the station where a grove of trees surrounded a pleasant lawn area.
The picnic place had a large brick grill and long tables and benches for
serving and eating, plus a basketball backboard and horseshoe stakes.

    Greg and Eddie were in charge of the event, purchasing the food,
arranging for drinks for all, nothing harder than beer.  All five crews
were invited, though the on-call crew had to be ready for a run if
necessary. They were dressed appropriately, their unit ready to go.  Of
course they weren't allowed to have beer, just pop.  Not everyone came, but
most did.  Five crews would be 25 men with five crew bosses plus all the
guests. For the most part they were compatible, if not close friends.

    The day of the picnic came when Greg's crew would be off so they had
free time to set everything up.  Greg and Will woke up early fortunately
because Will wanted to play before they had to dress and get ready to go.
The picnic wouldn't start until noon but Greg and crew needed to be at the
station as early as possible.

    "Aw, Greg, it's only six o'clock now, we'll have plenty of time if we
leave by seven. Right?"

Will had stretched himself on top of Greg's naked body, holding on tight
while he made his pelvis push against his cousin's crotch and cock in a
repetitive movement so their cocks slid in their pre-cum together, bringing
their excitement to a high pitch.

    "Will, you know we are bossing the whole thing and need to be there
first.  Believe me," Greg kissed Will's lips tenderly, sliding his tongue
along his partner's lips, "I promise I will take good care of you when we
get home this evening.  Promise!"  Greg gripped Will's buttocks with both
hands, squeezing them erotically as his fingers trailed between them.

    "Oh, Greg, I'll never get my dick to come down to get in my pants."  He
whined, "What will I do."

 Holding his lover tightly, Greg decided they had time for him to relieve
Will of his load, which he did quickly and lovingly.



* * * * *



    By noon everything for the picnic was ready and waiting for the guests.
Captain Whisler was a whiz at grilling steaks done just the way you want
them, so he had been doing that for a half hour, greeting people as they
arrived.  Greg was also playing host, welcoming their crews and their
friends. He was also introducing Will at the same time, or letting him
introduce himself, especially to the wives of the crew members he knew.

    When he saw Randy Bobbitt, one of Greg's crew members, with a lovely
woman, he limped over their way.

    "Hi, Randy, would you introduce me." He tilted his head at Randy's
wife, hinting.

    "Sure, Will," he turned to his wife, "Nadine, this is Greg's cousin,
Will Gooding, who is living with him until he starts college this
fall. Will, this is Nadine, my wife." Randy smiled at both of them as they
shook hands and said 'how do' back and forth.

    "I'm pleased to meet you, Nadine, I've enjoyed being around Greg's crew
and watching them work. They are so professional and caring." He looked
into her beautiful, "My only question is 'how did Randy ever entice you to
marry him. He's so quiet most of the time."

    Nadine also smiled sweetly, "Actually, Will, I asked him because I was
afraid he'd never get around to asking me.  He is a little bashful, don't
you think?  But cute!"

    Randy immediately turned red in his face and from the neck down, shown
by his strong arms.  Will didn't check his legs below his shorts, but would
have bet they'd be red, too.

    "Will, she just beat me by a few hours. I was planning to ask her that
night when we went out to dinner at a fancy place."  When he looked at
Nadine, there was no question that they were so in love.  He turned to
Will, "Could I tell her about you, just a bit?"

    "Sure, Randy, go ahead."

    Randy proceeded to tell Nadine about Will's gymnastic career and his
accident and loss of his leg.  He also explained that because of the
accident and such, Greg had been asked to care for him until he got to
college.

    "Will, I'm sorry you have had to go through all that, but you seem to
be holding up okay."

    Will smiled brightly at her, enjoying her beauty, "Thanks, Nadine, but
I've recovered a lot since Greg has been taking care of me. He's the
greatest."  He still wondered how plain-looking Randy ever won the fair
lady, a real puzzle. He grinned to himself, 'maybe, just maybe he's got a
huge love tool'.

    "Well, I know that his crew thinks the world of him, and therefore of
you, too."  She turned to Randy, "Isn't that right, honey?"

    Randy had been staring at Will, admiring his beauty, too, "What, oh
yes, we all think he's the greatest. He's Greatest Greg to us." There was
just the slightest bit of irony in his remark. He hugged his wife as if he
needed to apologize for staring at Will.  He thought, 'that kid has the
hottest ass I've seen. Would that have attracted Greg?'  He had heard a
little about Greg maybe being gay but nothing specific.

    Will went to the barrels of pop sitting in ice water, searched for a
ginger ale, his favorite. His right hand was almost numb by the time he
fished the pop out.  He hadn't noticed Ben Barnheiser appear next to him.

    "Hi, Will," he whispered, looking around to see who was close. "You got
a really hot ass, Willie, and if you ever rent it out, I'd like a taste."
He gave a sinister and lustful glance at the subject of his remark.

    Will seethed, trying to think of a good retort, "Yes, Ben, but you
couldn't afford me even if you were the last man on earth." Will looked
around and saw Eddie by the grill, "Maybe you'd like to ask Eddie if he'd
rent his out.  I don't think he'd do much but KILL you.  Here, I'll call
him over for you.  Hey, Eddie, come here would you?"  Will wasn't surprised
that Ben slithered away before Eddie got there.

    "What's up, Will."  Eddie was in a good mood and Will hated to bring
him down but he had to.

    "Well, ol' Ben there made a proposition for me. He said he thought my
ass was really hot and asked if I rent it out.  He'd like some."  As he
watched, Eddie turned ten shades of red.

    "Wait, Eddie, don't do anything now, please. We'll get him later,
please?" He tried to restrain Eddie from moving to Ben.  Actually Eddie
only stopped because he decided Will was right.

    Eddie nodded his head, "Yes, Willie, you are right. We'll wait and plan
something good for Mr. Barnheiser." He thought a moment, "And, Will, we
need to tell Greg, he should know."

    "You're right."

    Greg was furious with Ben Barnheiser when he heard what he'd done.
Fortunately, Eddie and Will didn't tell him until the party was over about
7 pm.  He calmed down by the time they had gotten home, but Will knew he
was plotting and planning to do something about Ben.




* * * * *



    A few days later, Greg was working with his crew at the station,
checking equipment and washing and polishing, too.  The men worked well
together except for Ben. He was lazy and avoided work as much as he could
with a panoply of excuses from a hangnail to a rupture or that his balls
ached.

    Greg, himself, was trying to decide who he wanted on his crew to
replace Ben, even though he hadn't work out how he would get rid of him.
He was also working on time sheets so they agreed with the men's records.
Suddenly the P.A. blared, "Crew C on deck, Crew C on deck."

    Greg jumped up, yelled for Eddie and headed for their unit.  Soon Greg
heard that Eddie was on another run and he should take Randy Bobbitt.
Randy ran to the truck, jumped in, started the truck and waited for the
address on their speaker. "Crew C, proceed to West Maple, number 821, just
beyond crossing road, Merritt Drive. Man may be having heart attack."

    Greg answered, repeating the address, then, "Thanks, on our way."

    Greg and Randy looked at each other, frowning with hard set mouths.
Neither said anything, Greg knew that it was the address of Ted Pierce's
father, his big house in the neighborhood of big old houses.

    Greg though viciously, 'Oh shit, I don't want to get near the man, damn
it, I hate him, but I guess I must'.  He looked at Randy, "Randy this guy
has been nasty to me ever since I've known him, calling me vile names, the
shithead. You will probably have to take care of him. I'll go in with you
and then we'll see."

    "Oh, sure, Greg, I'll do my best."

    The men arrived at the address within 10 minutes, coming to a sudden
stop in front of the house which showed no lights that they could see.
Grabbing their bags of equipment and medications, they hurried from the
drive to the front porch.

    Greg banged on the front door, and yelled for Mr. Pierce to open it.
No one responded. He again battered the door, listening carefully, but
heard nothing. Then he knew what he had to do.  Reaching to the mailbox, he
pushed it to one side and found the hiding place for the house key Of
course Greg would remember where that was, many times having come with Ted
who almost always forgot his key.

    Randy stared at Greg, wondering how he knew the key was there.  He
figured it out that Greg would have been at the house before.  "Go ahead,
Greg, if it gets us inside, we'll be that much farther ahead with this
call."  He followed Greg inside after he had opened the door with the
hidden key.

 They had no trouble finding Mr.  Jacob Pierce, since he was lying,
motionless, though his eyes searched for whoever entered his house. He
finally found the EMTs standing over him, then saw one of them was Greg
Gooding.

    He whispered, "You!  You get out of here." Jacob Pierce fought the
fatigue from his heart attack, "You fuckin' shit, get out of this house."
His face was white as chalk.

    Greg motioned to Randy, "You heard that, right? I'll leave and get the
stretcher. You are going to have to handle this, Randy, I'll wait for you
on the porch."  Greg turned, "Just as you ask, Mr.  Pierce, I'm
leaving. Have a good day!"  He nodded to Randy, "Holler if he is
unconscious and I'll help."

 Randy nodded and started his routine.  After a few minutes he called for
Greg, "He's obviously had a heart attack and I think we should transport
him right away."

    From the porch, Greg slid the stretcher into the foyer.  Randy
awkwardly worked Mr. Pierce onto it and dragged it to the porch.  At that
point Greg grabbed one end and they hurried him to the truck, heading for
the hospital as soon as possible, leaving the man in their care.



* * * * *




    Before going back at the station Greg and Randy drove to the Pierce
home again to be sure it was secure.  Once they got to the door, Greg took
the hidden key and again opened the door.

    "Randy, I'd like to look around and you can help to make sure there's
nothing dangerous in the place which could damage it.  Maybe we can get an
idea of the cause of the heart attack if there was a reason outside his
body."

    They separated to look over the whole house.  Greg entered what looked
like an office on the main floor, checking it out.  He first saw a lot of
financial papers spread out across the desk top.

    "Here it is, Randy, look at this statement from the bank.  According to
this report all of Pierce's savings have been depleted save for a small
amount in each one. And the withdrawals were made within the last two
weeks. Unless he has money in other places, he's practically broke."

    Greg continued, "Look here, this statement was mailed just two days
ago, so he would have gotten it yesterday or today.  I know this man's son,
Ted Pierce, and he might have been one who withdrew the money.  If it was
Ted, I'm sure he's long gone.  If he had been withdrawing systematically,
Mr Pierce knew he was broke.  That could do it, too."

    While they were there, Randy decided to look around more carefully. He
found a TV facing the huge desk with a VCR on top.  He turned the TV on and
pressed Play on the VCR.

    Greg heard the sound and looked up.  The rhythmic music and groans and
grunts told him some sort of explicit sex was on the tape.  After the
opening credits and warnings, the first scene showed a bedroom with two men
on the bed. Both were naked, both were good looking and physically
attractive with long and very hard penises.  One man was on his hands and
knees while the other was attempting to shove his hard cock into the
other's asshole.  It didn't take him long to succeed in his aim, pressing
his pelvis against the other's buttocks.

    Randy and Greg looked at each other with questions in their eyes.  Greg
had to arrange his equipment so the erection wouldn't show.  He never
noticed that Randy had to do the same thing, but with his back to Greg.

    "Shut it off, Randy, if you will." He down on the desk again, thinking
all sorts of scenarios that would fit the situation.  "Maybe it's Ted's, or
the old man's. Who knew but maybe ..... what could it be?"

 Randy had an idea, "Maybe Ted had been watching in this room and forgot to
take out the cassette.  Maybe his father never even saw it, rarely using
the VCR?"

    "Or, maybe Ted put it in there so his father would see it expecting to
see one of his own tapes."  Randy had a good idea, Greg thought, Ted could
be liable to do something like that. "I think, Randy, we'd better take it
with us, no need making the scene worse than it is.  And who would see it
anyway, just the police who wouldn't give a damn."


    Randy considered, "Well, Greg, I guess that would be all right with me,
but I give you leave to be the one to take it."  He smiled lasciviously, "I
won't need anything like that." He was of course thinking of his beautiful
wife at home, waiting for him, even though he'd gotten hot.

    "You're right, Randy, I can do it," he grinned with bright eyes.

    They finished checking around, locked it and replaced the key behind
the mail box.



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    A week passed and Greg had heard nothing about Mr. Pierce or his son,
Ted. He continued his regular work with the EMS of Bryan city, not paying
much attention to external events. He and Will felt comfortable in their
home, enjoying their being together, especially their times in bed.  Since
Will was 18, Greg knew he was an adult and they could share their bodies,
their emotions and their love freely.

 One morning before Greg left for work, Will told Greg he'd gotten a
catalog from Windsor College and had been looking at the course work which
he would need for his desired major.  He thought it looked good, not too
much higher math which was not his strongest suit, though he could do it
when he tried hard.

    "Will, sort of pick out what you think your course work would be and
we'll go over it. If we have questions we can always call Hardy Ridgway."

    Will interrupted, "I thought he was Hardy Wolfe. No?"

    Greg smiled, "Yes, hon, that's what I thought but I had an email from
Hardy telling me that Matt had proposed and they were married by a
substitute pastor.  Hardy decided to change his name to Matt's, ergo, the
two Ridgways, Matt and Hardy. Of course the marriage means nothing legally,
because there were two grooms, but it makes them feel better and closer."

    When Greg's cell phone buzzed in his pocket, he answered to hear
Captain Whistler;s voice talking.  "Greg, when you get in today, would you
come to my office first? Something I've to talk to you about. Okay?"

    "Sure, boss. See you."

    Greg had been sitting on a kitchen chair.

    Will sat on Greg's legs and lap, facing his lover. "What's up?"  He
smiled and gave Greg a tender kiss on the lips, his arms around the bigger
man.
    Greg was a little worried, but pulled Will to him, embracing his body
tightly, "Wants to see me for something.  Don't know why, buddy."  He
rested their heads together, ear to ear. "I guess I'm a little worried,
because he's never done this before."

    Will put one hand behind Greg's head, feeling his short hair on his
palm, pulling his head to himself, forcing his tongue between Greg's lips,
wetting them then biting them with his own lips.  "I guess you better get
to work to find out.  I'll get to work on the catalog, there's only two
weeks before school starts."

    Greg stood up, picking Will up with him, still kissing him.  His hands
held Will up by his buttocks, close to him, rejoicing in the love they had
that, no matter what, they would never give up.

    Setting him down, Greg gave his boy a whack on the butt and left the
house, leaving Will standing there, surprised at Greg's serious hand smack.
'Oh well,' he thought, 'I know he's feeling something in the wind that he
might not be prepared for.'




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     "Come in, Greg, have a seat, I'll be right with you."  He left the
room and quickly returned with two cups of coffee.  "Here you go, I know
you need it in the morning."

    "Thanks, what's up?"

     "Greg, I had a call from a Mr. Jacob Pierce from the hospital.  That
call you had last week with Randy, heart attack to the hospital."

     "Yes, I remember it well."

     "He accuses you of neglecting him when he needed help in his
house. Can you explain why he should do that?"

     Greg relaxed, there was no question about it. "Boss, Randy and I went
there, got in the house because I knew where the front door key was hidden.
His son Ted was a friend of mine for quite a while."

    He sipped from the coffee cup, "We found Mr. Pierce right away, lying
on the foyer carpeting.  Before we could say or do anything, he looked up
at me and yelled, pointing at me, 'You fuckin' shit, get out of this
house.'  He'd said stuff like that before when I was with Ted at his
father's house.  And I knew he meant it.  He'd been serious the other
times."

    "Knowing I had to leave, I asked Randy to get him ready and I'd bring
the stretcher to the porch."  He took a deep breath, wondering if this was
going to go bad. "I helped carry the stretcher with Mr. Pierce on it to the
unit and we took him to the emergency room as usual."

    "What was your relationship with his son, Ted Pierce?"

    Greg look at his boss suspiciously, "Are you getting into my personal
life? I don't think that is pertinent to the case."  Greg was resenting the
direction his boss's remarks were taking.

    "Greg, this was a serious charge from one of our clients, I have to
delve into it."

    "Captain Whisler, I've been working here for over five years and have
never had a serious charge or any charge leveled against me.  And I resent
that you are taking this man's charge seriously without having
investigated.  I've told exactly what happened and Randy Bobbitt can
confirm that, he was there. I can't see that I was remiss in my duty."

     Captain Whisler looked down at his desk, "I'm sorry, Greg, but I'm
doing this as I feel I need to, I will get at the bottom of the accusation,
but first I must relieve you as crew chief immediately, to uphold the
standards of the Emergency Medical Service."

    Greg was stunned, couldn't believe what he had just heard.

    "Sir, I would like to ask one question, can you write a fair and
unequivocal recommendation for me concerning my work here, without
mentioning an unproved charge from an old man who had a vendetta toward me
for years.  I'm not going to go into why now, but I hope I can get an
answer?"

    Captain Whisler looked depressed, but rallied. "Yes, Greg, I can write
that. I'm sorry you won't stay with us."

    "I can not be demoted like this for the reason you give.  If you will
prepare the recommendation and let me take it with me, I'll clear out my
locker and leave.  Mail my final check to my home.  Good-bye."

    Greg rose and soon left, no hand shake, no look at the captain at all.


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THANK YOU, I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David, Tim and Jess or 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