Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 19:46:32 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes of Windsor - II - 5

Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives,
relationships and sexual activities.  It was inspired only by my visions
and invention. This tale is entirely fictional.  If there are any
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				 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.


 On the way to Windsor, Will and Greg took their time on the short trip to
Windsor, mostly discussing what they needed to do while visiting Matt and
Hardy Ridgway.

 "I've figured out what schedule I would like, but just have to hope they
can work it all in.  I would be taking 1518 hours per quarter, That is,
plus extras such as band. I brought my horn hoping that Matt and/or Hardy
can audition me while we are at the farm."

 "I'm sure they will do everything they can for you, you hunk of sexfilled
jeans, or maybe it's your chromosome genes." Greg snorted with glee at his
play on words. He reached his right hand between Will's legs, cupping his
genitals with gentle fingers.

 Will protested with a smile, "If you keep that up much longer, I won't be
able to walk in the house with soaked jeans, whatever you want to call
them." He grabbed Greg's hand, pulling it off his swelling cock, then
turned toward the passenger window, presenting his butt to Greg.

 "Okay, now play with that for a while, I can take that." He waggled his
ass in Greg's direction, practically hanging himself on the shifter.

Greg ignored his quirky lover, but did give him a whack on the butt
beautiful, searching for the farm on this Route 15.

 "Ahha, here it is." Greg drove down the long lane to the house, slowing to
hold onto the effect of the oak trees forming a tunnel down the lane. He
had told Hardy they would get to the house, about 5 pm. And they did.

As soon as they exited the truck and got their baggage out, Hardy had
opened the front door and came out to help them. Greg had their two bags of
clothes and stuff, but Will was carrying his trumpet case. Hardy came out
of the front door, smiling with pleasure.

 "Hi, guys, so good to see you again. Come on in. I see you brought your
trumpet, Will."

 "Yes, I hope maybe I could audition for you. I know it is late, but if I
can make it, I want to schedule band first of all." He smiled, a very
hopeful smile, with just a little concern behind it.

 "Will, I'm sure we can manage that. About scheduling, the Dean is our best
friend and will take care of whatever we need." He led them to the front
door. "Wait a sec, I think this evening you and I will go to the music
building by ourselves and you play and I'll listen. OK?"

 "Fine with me, Mr. Ridgway."

"Hey, Will, I'm Hardy to all my students and I know you will be
one. Hardy."

 Brilliant smile from the smaller young man, just 18, meeting the man who
would take him to the heights of musicianship and above as a
performer. Will's heart was filled with joy and happiness, loving this man
even more already. Hardy had helped Will with his swimming, even with only
half of one leg, a few weeks back.

 Inside the beautiful ranch house, Greg and Will were welcomed by Matt
Ridgway, the boss, (he thinks), Hardy's mother, Anne, the two small boys,
Jacob and Joshua and Todd, their caretaker, and Roger, Todd's live in
partner, also part of the Dukes..

Matt shook hands with them after Roger had taken their bags to the bedroom
not occupied at that time. Brian Whitlow, a special friend of the Ridgways,
used it whenever he would visit, though he was busy elsewhere at the time.

 "Hi, guys, I'm so happy to meet you, especially you, Will. I understand
you are going to play for us. Is that right?" Matt had fallen for this
young man, the partner of Hardy's old friend. Only once in his life had
Matt fallen in love in an instant. That was when he first saw Hardy. But
this young man made the second time.

 Will smiled bashfully, "Yes .... I mean .... Hardy is going to give me an
audition."

 Matt put his arm around Will's shoulder, "I'm sure you will do just
fine. And don't be scared of Hardy, I taught him all he knows just last
year. He caught on pretty well." He grinned widely so Will would know he
was kidding.

"Thanks." Will was in love with this man already. He's die for him if he
had to.

 He noticed that Greg and Hardy were having a serious talk at the entrance
to the swimming pool. Then they both smiled and clapped each other on the
back, walking toward Will and Matt.

 "Say, Will, we won't be having dinner for a couple hours yet so why don't
we go ahead to the Music Building and you can let me hear you play. Okay?"

 Will wasn't nervous about playing, he'd played so much and for so many
people, he rarely felt concerned or afraid. "Sure, that's fine with me. Do
you suppose you'd have time to help me in the pool again, you know, with
this?" Will tapped his prosthesis.

 "I think that would be great, Will, then we can be fresh for dinner. The
audition won't take very long. Tell Greg where we are going and we'll take
off."

* * * * *

 At the music building Hardy led Will to the band room, moving slowly
because of Will's leg. He thought the boy was walking better than when he'd
been with him a few weeks ago.

 The music room contained permanent risers for the band, sitting at
different levels, with music stands all over, heavy black stands. Hardy
hadn't started to prepare for the new year's season for the bands. The
upcoming year would necessitate having a second band because of the large
increase in the number of instrumentalists.

 On the upper level of the room, Hardy took a stand from a row in the back
of the band arrangement.

 "Unless you want me to sight read, Mis..... Hardy, I won't need a stand."
This Will said calmly, no nerves at all.

 Somewhat surprised, Hardy left the music stand where it was. "I have some
phone calls to make, take me maybe 10 minutes, how about warming up a bit
while I'm gone."

 Will smiled confidently, "That would be fine." Will knew just what Hardy
was doing. He would be close and listen to his warming up techniques. He
smiled, "Nice man."

 Will warmed up slowly, he'd have plenty of time. However he didn't show
off, just used his usual exercises, nothing very fancy, and he didn't go
nearly as high as he could. That would come later.

 Within five minutes Hardy was back, ready to listen.

 In the next half hour, Will played from memory sections of trumpet solos
from the most difficult of trumpet repertoire.

He played a set of variations on Carnival of Venice arranged by Winton
Marsalis, Concert Valse by Anton Arensky, Valse by Reinhold Gliere, Allegro
from Hummel's Concerto for Trumpet and orchestra.

 Hardy sat listening, stunned, knowing he could have stopped Will while
listening to his warmups without hearing any more. Will's trumpet playing
sounded exactly like the young Russian trumpet artist, Sergei Nakariakov,
fantastic tone, extreme ranges, a firm professional musicianship and lips
that just wouldn't quit. Like Sergei, Will had conquered the instrument for
the finest in tone, facility, intonation and feeling. He easily performed
double and triple tonguing, and showed his ability to play gorgeous 'pedal'
tones on the instrument. He could jump from the lowest notes to the highest
with complete effortlessness. Just a wonder. 'Now', Hardy thought, 'now
what am I going to tell him' He remembered that Nakariakov was just 15 when
he recorded his first CD of trumpet repertoire. 'And now, we have another
one.'

 Will swabbed out his horn, polished the metal with a soft cloth to remove
his finger marks and replaced it in the case. He turned to look at Hardy
who was wondering how to tell him he was the greatest trumpet artist he'd
ever heard.

 "Will, pull up a chair in front of me. Don't look worried, everything was
perfect."

 Will sat in front of him and Hardy pulled closer until their knees
touched.

"Will, I'm going to tell you things that you will have to keep quiet
about. I'm not sure that I can teach you anything. And that is because you
are so far advanced in your performance already." He paused, put his hands
on Will's knees, "Right now you are much better than any trumpet player on
campus. You are better than some of the professional trumpet artists
playing professionally in this whole country." He squeezed Will's thighs,
"Do you hear what I'm saying, my friend?"

 With a somber face Will nodded solemnly, not changing his expression one
bit.
 "I honestly don't quite know what to do with you. First, who were you
studying with?"

 "I've only studied with Peter Forchione, principal trumpet of the Toledo
Symphony.


Why?"

 Hardy grabbed Will's hands, holding them in his own hands. "I'm wondering
if you could work with him still. Would he still teach you? And we could
arrange to pay him as an music adjunct instructor."

 "Oh, I'm sure he would. We get along so great."

 "Did he ever suggest that you make some CDs published for sale?"

 "He did once, but I convinced him I wanted to grow up in private, not as a
celebrity."

 "Does he know you have a lover now?"

 Will reddened, looking down at the floor, "No, he doesn't, but I know he
has one." He smiled brightly, "I saw them together one day at the mall. He
sure was cute, well, they both were cute and obviously in love."

 "Will, you are ten times better than the first chair in my best band here
in Windsor." He had a thought, "Say, Will, what if I put you in the Dukes
along with Rick who is first chair trumpet. I know you could play anything
they do, but I'm a little concerned about the dancing," nodding toward his
left leg, "but you've come so far in such a short time, probably nothing
will stop you. And I would ask you to play the second part in the Windsor
Band without letting Rick know that you are ten times the performer that he
is. .  Rick will graduate at the end of this school year, but you will be
the first trumpet for the next three years. Okay? Could you do that?"

 Will smiled, holding Hardy's hands harder, "I could sure try." Will looked
into Hardy's eyes, "I know I'm not ready to be a professional performer,
not because of any deficiency in my playing, but primarily because of my
age, my lack of experience and what I think is a touch of innocence." He
laughed and blushed at the last, "I want to acquire all that at Windsor."

 Still Hardy sent hot vibes through his hands on Will's to his crotch. Will
could feel his sex moving around in his shorts. This guy was absolutely the
sexiest man he'd ever seen, or been near. Well, after Greg his partner.

 Hardy knew Will was being stimulated by their holding hands, he could see
it in his face and eyes and the red spots on his cheeks. He hadn't meant to
do that, the kid has enough problems to deal with. He sure is in love with
Greg, and who wouldn't be. Hardy frowned then pulled Will up as he stood up
with him, "Will, I can only see a fantastic career in the future, and I
hope you can find the guidance here at Windsor with us. What do you think?"

 With a youthful eagerness Will lunged forward to grab Hardy around his
body and hug the breath out of him. "Hardy, I know what you want and I will
stay in the background for this coming year. Then I guess I'll have a
miraculous development in all aspects of my playing. I know I'm going to
love it here with you and all the guys, so let's see what kind of a
schedule I can get."

 "Okay, Will, my friend, let's go back to the farm house and see about that
swim before dinner." Will had squeezed the breath out of Hardy who had
forgotten about all his muscles.


* * * * *

 Most of the residents at the farm house were either away somewhere or were
busy in their rooms. Will had put his trumpet case in his room and donned a
speedo bikini. Of course he had to leave his prosthesis in the room,
traveling to the pool with his forearm crutches, unconsciously waving his
little bubble butt at all and sundry. The room was empty of swimmers and he
left his crutches on the side while he jumped in the pool with a huge
splash, wetting Hardy down as he appeared beside the pool.

 They both laughed and Will apologized to Hardy, unable to take his eyes
from Hardy's championship body and especially his bulge. Challenged by
Will's cannonball jump, he did the same and spread water all over the pool
room.

"Uh oh," Hardy yelled as he surfaced, "my Mom is going to get me for that."
He smiled at Will and they laughed again with an intimate companionship
feeling.

 Hardy wasn't a whole lot taller than Will, maybe a couple of inches, but
his body was shaped by a sculptor with the talent of Matt's brother, Steve,
a sculptor of the first rank, world wide. He stood in the middle of the
pool with Will, explaining certain tricks he wanted Will to try in their
little swim lesson.

He had Will lay on his back in the water on top of Hardy's arms that
supported the young man's body, just on the surface. Will felt relaxed
there, loosening his limbs and muscles, even closing his eyes. Hardy moved
Will through the water slowly, just having him feel the water flowing over
his skin and flesh, absorbing the liquid motion around him.

 Hardy had one hand under Will's shoulders and the other under Will's
buttocks, trying to get him to relax enough to understand how he would be
supported by the water itself.  The younger man was dreaming of that, but
still never felt the sensation of Hardy's hand under his buttocks until his
thumb 'accidentally' traveled onto Will's perineum between his legs.

Hardy pulled Will's body toward the shallow end where he could stand.

 "My friend, you are at a disadvantage because of your left leg, but you
can learn to compensate for that by altering the application of your other
limbs. Because you have no left foot, you are limited in the propulsion
attained from your legs almost by half."

 "Now, turn on your stomach and we'll float you down to the deep end. I'll
be there to hold you, so don't worry. Don't use your arms or legs yet. That
will come later."

 This time Hardy held Will up with one hand under his chest and the other
under his thighs. Will twitched when he first felt the hand close to his
jock.. 'Well, I guess Hardy knows what he's doing.' He smiled to himself,
'And I'm not going to tell him to move it.'

 After an hour of that exercise, and the many time Hardy's had bumped
Will's bulge, Hardy decided that Will was getting tired, so they headed for
the shallow end and the steps. When Hardy got out to retrieve Will's
crutches, Will was frantically forcing his erection down between his legs.

Finally on his crutches, he looked into Hardy's blue eyes surrounded by the
blond curls around his head and face. "Hardy, I want to thank you so much
for the lessons." He blushed, "And for what you said about my playing. I
guess I knew I played pretty well, but not that much. I don't think I'll
really believe it for a good while."

 Hardy put his arm around Will's shoulders, "You can believe it now, or
later. You will find out it is the truth eventually. You'll have to do your
lesson practicing where you will be living so no one will hear you. You are
too good to hide your talent. I'm so happy Greg brought you here to
school. You won't regret it."

 "Hey, guys," Matt was calling, "hurry to get changed because dinner is
almost on the table. Hope you had a good swim and lesson." He smiled so
graciously, sending his love of Hardy directly to him with just a twitch of
his eyes.

 Greg, standing beside Matt send his own love straight at Will. "Will, I'll
help get you upstairs and get dressed." Will hopped toward Greg, "Excuse
us, please," Greg nodded, "we'll be down in a flash.

 Well, it wasn't a flash at all. When Greg pull down Will's speedo in their
bedroom, he couldn't help taking Will's cock in his mouth. Greg looked up
at Will's eyes, "Geez, Will, you've been putting out precum, I can taste
it."

 Will was worried, "Oh, Greg, I'm sorry, but when Hardy had his hands on me
I just couldn't ignore them. He didn't do anything bad at all, but that man
is so hot, molten lava hot, I couldn't make it lie down." He pointed at his
cock in Greg's mouth.

 "Don't worry, hon, he can make me plump up without a touch, just a look
from him will do it. And just think, Matt has to deal with that all the
time."

 "Oh, that's a real shame," Will grinned wryly.

 "Get dressed, we need to hurry." Greg was agitated. He handed clothes to
Will for him to put on. And, he gave Will's dick a sweet, little kiss and
his bare bottom a tender lovetap.


* * * * *

 After dinner, Matt, Hardy, Greg and Will met in the den having been served
a little brandy as an afterdinner drink. They each found a chair, though
Greg and Will sat in the same chair, a wide one.

"Greg," Matt started, "I've been making some phone calls since you two
arrived about our conversation earlier. I think we might have something
great for you. I talked to the director of the Fire Education and Technical
Department and he is shorthanded this fall.  You and he will have to talk
tomorrow, right in this room, he'll be here for lunch. There seems to be a
good possibility for a job in your field. He said he had already gotten
your transcript from your BA degree, and I faxed him the recommendation
from your Captain in Bryan Safety Department. So just having you and him
talking together should do it."  He smiled at Greg, "I am also going to
suggest that you and Will stay right here in our house until you can find a
place to live.

"Windsor College freshmen normally are required to live in the dorms, but
since your home will be here in Windsor, Will can live at home. I would
worry about him doing well socially, but since I hear Will will be a member
of the band, he'll be able to meet a lot of great kids. Our kids' sitter,
Todd O'Brien, will be a freshman this year so you two would have a lot in
common."

 He turned to Greg, "Does Will have a car or is he going to get a car? He
would be allowed to do that since he'd be living at home in Windsor and is
handicapped." He watched Will immediately turn to Greg with hope in his
eyes, excited about maybe a car.  "If you don't happen to find a place to
live close in, he could easily get to campus then."

 Greg was about to say that he could take Will to campus himself, but
suddenly thought, 'I should let Will find his own way, not depend of me.'
He has the money, he can get himself a car. "I think that's pretty much up
to Will," he smiled warmly at his lover, "His father wouldn't let him get a
car before the leg problem, but I don't think it presents any
difficulty. And I think it could help him be more independent."

 Will spoke up, still eager, "I'll just have to think about a car, maybe I
don't really need one." He asked Matt a question, "Is Todd here now? I
assume he isn't since he wasn't at dinner."

 "Will, Todd took our little boys to the Columbus Zoo to get it in before
school starts again. They'll be staying overnight at Anne's home in Upper
Arlington and come up here in the morning. The boys were eager to practice
their animal voices in front of their favorites."

 "I remember meeting them the last time we were here. They sure are neat
kids

* * * * *

 Greg and Will made it up the carpeted stairs to their bedroom. Will had
thought he'd have a better time with the prosthesis, and he was right. He
climbed the stairs with less difficulty, but held onto the railing just in
case.

 While they were stripping, Greg told Will that he probably had a job in
Windsor.

 "I have to meet with the head of the Community Safety Department of the
College. He has an opening for an instructor this year." Greg clapped his
hands, "Hear that, Will, I'll be coming to Windsor, too," he smiled
brightly, "are we ever going to have a great time, love."

 He was sitting on the kingsized bed, taking off his shoes and sock, "Come
here, baby, I want to hold you." He held out his arms for Will to fill.

 "Oh, GG, I am so in love with you, my cousin, hold me tight."

 Greg held Will between his legs, his arms around Will's bare buttocks,
caressing them with both hands, and his face pressed into Will's silken
pubes. Greg was sniffing Will's young man aroma, at least one half 'boy'
aroma, enjoying the feeling of his loved one in his arms.

 "Come on, GG, get your clothes off, get naked," he rasped, "I need you and
it's been too long." He grabbed Greg's tshirt and tore it from his body,
"If I have to strip you, you won't have any clothes left, 'cause I'll rip
them up." He started laughing, tickling Greg on his sides.

 "Oh, no, none of that, little boy, my little baby boy, I'll rip YOU
apart." He was also laughing in spite of losing his clothes in pieces. They
wrestled on the bed, scrambling around on the spread and sheets until they
ended up on the floor, giggling at each other.  Finally, they quieted, and
lay naked against each other, trading juices from one tongue to the other.

 "Will, I am so happy right now. We are going to be together in our own
home, living as a couple, man and man. I'll have a good job and you will
begin your college career." He frowned at Will, "Please try to keep your
gay life hidden, it could be bad if we are found out. Okay?"

 Will placed a loving kiss on Greg's lips, tentatively running his tongue
over those shiny, red rims. Greg's lips lunged and captured Will's tongue
between them, trying to pinch it, but Greg's speech muscle was too
slippery.

 "Sure, Greg, I understand. I probably better find a girl soon, then try to
include myself with guys in the band, too. I know I'll have to watch myself
all the time." Will brightened and flashed his eyes, "Greg, couldn't we be
brothers? That sounds much better than just cousins. It would make me feel
so much closer to you and more protected. Huh?" Will's face glowed with
hope, though his eyes said he was afraid.

 Greg grabbed Will's buttocks with both hands, working his fingers against
the small, yet tough muscles as he pulled his body closer.

 "I'm sorry, Will, I'd like that too, but I don't think that we can get
away with it legally. If we just decide it ourselves, we may have legal
trouble later. I suppose it wouldn't hurt with your new friends here, might
sound better to them, two brothers living together rather then two
cousins." Greg made a face, "We have a problem, all the people at the
Ridgway farm we are cousins, not brothers. That could make for big mixups,
don't you think?" Greg helped Will up and onto the bed.

 "Hey, Greg, what if you adopted me? I'm eighteen and on my own. My parents
have no hold on me. What about that?"

 Will's face fell to a dour look, "Okay, I guess we'll have to be
cousins. No matter what, I love you, cuz." Will turned himself around on
the bed with his head even with Greg's crotch and Greg would have an easy
time capturing Will's cock in his mouth.

Will's move worked, they sucked in the other's hard dick to the base, the
pubes tickling their noses. Most of their energy was spent working on the
top head, wearing away at it with their tongues and lips. The young men had
worked themselves into a frenzy of sucking and caressing each other's naked
flesh, back, butts and taut thighs.

 With a flurry of groans and moans the excited men headed for eroticism and
sexual sensitivity all over and finally popped together, sending streams of
hot cum pouring into their mouths, tasting, feeling and enjoying the flavor
and the thrill of sexual release.

Neither one wanted to move after that and fell asleep as they lay, after
turning around, clutching their two naked bodies into one.


* * * * *


 Bam, bam! Knocks on their bedroom door woke Will and Greg.

 "Who's there?" Greg asked.
 A boy's voice recited, "I'm Jacob Ridgway and I'm here with my brother,
Joshua Ridgway. We were supposed to wake you up. Can we come in?"

 Quickly Greg and Will straightened themselves in the ben and pulled the
sheet up over their naked bodies. They thought that would be okay.

 "Ok, come on in."

 The door opened and two delightful boys walked in and over to the bed.

 "Hi," Greg spoke, "I'm Greg Gooding and this is my .... ah ... my cousin,
Will."

 That gave the small boys an opening and they took it, jumping on the bed,
bouncing between the two men. "Hi, we are supposed to get you two up
because breakfast will be served very soon in the kitchen." Jacob looked at
them and noticed they weren't moving.  He smiled, "That means you should
get out of bed right now!." He was a demanding little soon-to-be second
grader.

 Will stuttered, "Yes, we will do that, but we're naked and don't have any
clothes on."

 "That's okay, Will. My daddy and his partner sleep without clothes and so
do my uncles Matt and Hardy. Nobody hardly wears anything to bed here," he
gave a big grin, "especially our friends Todd and Roger." He and Joshua
giggled, "We love to get to wake them up. They get so embarrassed and red,
sometimes all over." They kept laughing, still looking back and forth at
Will and Greg.

 "Well, Will, when in Rome we must do as the Romans do." Greg threw the
sheet down over the small boys and got out of bed. He and Will grabbed
boxers to put on, then got the sheet off of the boys. Will had put on his
prosthesis, too.

 "Hey, that's no fair, we're supposed to get to see you naked, that's in
the rules." Joshua pouted, Jacob sat up stiff on the bed, also pouting.

Will looked at Greg, "Greg, if those are the rules, guess we better obey
them, don't you think?"

 Greg nodded and the two of them whipped off their boxers to show
themselves in the raw to the eager boys.

"Yeah, yeah," They jumped off the bed and clapped, running around the room
and around the two men standing there.

Will and Greg were surprised to feel small hands giving their buttock
little smacks.  Finally they each picked up one of the boys, holding them
in their arms, giving them little kisses on their faces.


"We are happy to meet you young men and thank you for the great
welcome. Isn't that right, Will." Will was kissing Joshua, then whirled him
around a bit by his arms.

"Don't you guys have to go to school today?" Will was interested.

 Jacob proudly said, "Not yet. I'm in the second grade, but Joshie won't go
until next year.  Todd is still teaching him and taking care of him." He
looked around, "Really, Todd and Roger are both helping Joshie, since they
aren't back in school yet."

 At the moment two young men walked into the room, one tall, slender and
dark and the other shorter, lighter and a real muscle builder.

 "What are you guys doing, you were just supposed to wake them."

 "Hi, I'm Greg Gooding and this is my cousin, Will Gooding. Actually, the
boys were great, they woke us very well and then told us of the rules."
Todd and Roger made a point of shaking hands with the newcomers, naked or
not. They purposely didn't look at Will's leg.

 "What rules?" The muscle man spoke and look fiercely at the boys.

 Greg grinned, "Oh, mostly about the rule that they get to see us naked
since they woke us up." He smiled at Will, "So, what could we do but obey
the rules. See?"

 Actually Roger and Todd had been looked directly at Greg and Will's
bodies, especially Will. They tried not to look at his leg.

Greg spoke up, "Hey, guys, how about we wash up and get dressed and we'll
see you in the kitchen in a flash." He was smiling at Jacob and Joshua,
"Then we can talk to all of you without feeling underdressed."

 That broke up Roger and Todd, They laughed at his remark, "That's a good
idea, Greg.  Come on, boys, let's go see Nana, see what she has for
breakfast." Todd grinned and looked at Greg and Will. "Sorry about this,
guys, sometimes they are just irrepressible.  Come on down, we'll have some
breakfast and talk." He waved to the new visitors and left the room with
Roger moving the small boys off with gentle nudges.

 Will shut the door and grabbed Greg, hugging him in relief. "I was afraid
they'd give me a hard time, wanting to see the leg, but they are good
kids. Cute, too?"

 "Yep," Greg patted Will on his beautiful bubble butt, "Now, let's get
dressed and get down to breakfast, I'm starved."

 Will giggled, "Gee, I thought I fed you a lot last night."
 For that he got smack on the butt, "Move it, buddy."

* * * * *

Will wanted to try descending the long stairs without his crutches, so Greg
walked right beside him just in case. Will could only take one step at a
time, both feet on the same step, one real and the other not.

 Roger and Todd were sitting at the table, eating their meal, "Hi again,
guys, you do look a little better now," Todd laughed, but his partner
disagreed, "I thought they looked super just the way they were." He turned
toward Will, "Will, the only times I've seen a physique like yours, I've
been with a champion gymnast. Right?"

 Will smiled broadly, "Yeah, Todd, last year, my senior year in high
school, I won the all around state championship in gymnastics." He looked
down at his leg, "And then this happened." His face lost all expression,
then brightened, "Well, I've got other plusses."  He sat down, "Let's eat,
GG."

 The other three men laughed, as did Hardy's mother, Anne, when she set
down plates for Greg and Will. They thanked her sincerely, "A couple of
charming boys woke us up today, Anne. Were they your grandsons, Anne?"

 "Yes, those are my babies." She gave them a smile and a knowing look,
"Just that rule did they pull on you?"

 Greg smiled with a mouthful of scrambled eggs, and mumbled, "The 'Get
Naked' one and we fell for it." He blushed, "Everybody won, the boys saw us
naked as did Todd and Roger. I think they knew what the boys would do and
were there at the right time."

 Todd spoke excitedly, "And, Anne, you should see Will, he's fantastic."

 "Boys, I don't think I want to go there if you don't mind." Anne finished
serving the four men, enjoying their repartee and good natured dueling with
words.

 Todd and Roger stood. "If there is anything we can do for you, guys, just
let us know. Do you need a ride anywhere?" Todd offered Greg and
Will. Roger agreed. Both of them were obviously sincere and honestly
wanting to help their new friends.  Greg replied that they had a pickup.

 Greg and Will finished their coffee, emptying their cups before standing
to shake the hands of their new friends.

 "Thanks, guys, we both have to see Dean MacAllister this morning though
not at the same time. I also need to talk to the head of the Community
Safety and Fire Department.  So, we'll be back later." Greg and Will waved
and left to drive into Windsor to find the administration building under
the leafy shelter of huge oak and maple trees.

* * * * *

 Matt sat at the desk in his office in the new Music Building. As head of
the department, he rated a large office for himself personally but he made
sure that Hardy's was the same size. Amazingly, the decor in them was
practically the same, comfortable and easygoing, muted colors and a few
bright spots. The former head of the music department who persisted as a
sore point in Matt's side, bent on getting him in trouble and accusing him
of being gay, had died the previous year. 'Not any too soon,' Matt thought.

A knock on the door and a 'Come in' brought Greg Gooding into Matt's lair,
where he pointed to a comfortable seat in from of his desk. Greg had
brought in two cups of coffee, good strong coffee the way he'd been told
Matt liked his men, hot and strong.

 "Hi, Greg, how did it go with the Dean? Good, I hope." He had locked hands
with Greg as he welcomed him. "Thanks for the coffee."

 Greg was excited and eager to explain. "Oh, Matt, it was better that I
could have hoped. I have a full time job with the School of Community
Safety, and will be teaching 12 semester hours. That means Will and I will
be looking for a place to live and will get out of your hair at home."

 Matt got up and shook hands again, congratulating Greg with his good
luck. "Don't be in any hurry away from our home, it's yours and Will's
too." However, Matt didn't tell him that the head of Community Safety was a
good friend and a member of the gay 'family'.  He had put in a good word
for Greg, any friend of Hardy's was his friend, especially since he was
gay, too. Actually, he doubted that his recommendation had helped at all,
his slant on Greg was that he had to be good, no question about it. Of
course since Hardy knew him well, it was a nobrainer.

 "Well, Greg, tell me about it."

 "Sure. First I really like the Dean, that's a man who glows with confidant
ability and immediate understanding. It was as if he could read my mind."

 Matt laughed lightly, nodding his head, "Yes, I'm positive he does that,
usually he knew what I wanted before I did." He leaned toward Greg,
sincerity written on his face, "Greg, you will come to love that man very
soon. He is a treasure in this school and to his friends." He sat back, his
face now smiling all over, "Let me tell you a story about him."  Matt
settled back in his chair, rocking back and forth slightly, deep into the
tale.

"Hamish, you know his name is Hamish, very Scottish, last year took into
his home two young men from Windsor who had been kicked out of their home
by their father. You met them the last time you were up here. The oldest,
Moose, is 22 and the younger is Mike, now 19. Mike is about the same size
as your Will, however, Moose is what you would expect from his name. Some
day ask Moose or Mike how Moose got his name.  Their father kicked them
because he found out they were gay, and specifically, were in love with
each other, doubling the crime, gay and incestuous.

"Those boys are honest, intelligent, faithful to each other, reliable and
so in love that nothing else matters." He stopped to sip his coffee, "And
Hamish has practically adopted them. He is divorced, always wanted kids,
but his wife never would have any. Or adopt.  And now he has two handsome,
wonderful boys, well, men. And he's happy he missed all the diapers and all
the teen angst. His biggest problem is that the boys won't let him do
anything around the house. They are trying to pay him back, that he doesn't
want to happen. Finally, I mediated the unrest and told them in no
uncertain terms that they must let Hamish work a little around the house
and they positively MUST let him support them, monetarily and with a
father's love. Finally they saw the light for a happy home with them and
their 'Dad'."

"They must be terrific young men, I was glad to meet them a few weeks ago."

 "And you will again this evening. I invited them and Hamish for dinner
tonight, hoping you and Will can make it. By the way do you know how Will
has done with his school schedule, I was concerned that he wouldn't ask for
extra time between classes. He should have that consideration."

 "I do know that Hardy put in for a music scholarship for Will with the
dean. Hardy is very excited about Will being in the music department. Have
you talked to him?"

 "No, not about Will, though I know he was excited about his talent and
ability. We'll see tonight."

 "Are you picking up Will?"

 Greg looked at his watch, "Oh, shit ... excuse me," he blushed, "I was to
meet him ten minutes ago. I better head out. Thanks for seeing me."

 "Sure, anytime, Greg, and we'll see you tonight. Have a swim when you two
get home."

 "Thanks again," Greg was thoroughly taken by this wonderful man and felt
his affection and devotion deeply. He stood and shook hands again with
Matt. Suddenly he was seized with an urge to hug Matt. He quickly gave Matt
a quick hug, strong but not long, said "Thanks", and left.

 Matt was just a little stunned because he hadn't pictured Greg as the type
to hug so soon after meeting. But he hugged back and watched him out of the
office door, appreciating the nice pair of cheeks that hung along with his
new friend.

* * * * *

Will was finishing up with the head of the Arts School of Windsor College
and had received permission for most of what he had requested.

 "So, Mr. Gooding, I think you have good idea of what you want and I hope
that you will find it here at Windsor. By the way Hardy Wolfe has requested
a scholarship for you in the music Department and I know we can grant
that. The music department has a special fund sponsored by a private donor
that will supplement the college's scholarship funds.  So," the school head
smiled, "we are very pleased you will be at our college.

 Will was stunned that Hardy had gotten him a scholarship for the music
department for him. That was great, but hard to believe. And he should
refuse it, give other kids a chance.

 Will stood, seriously thanked the school head while shaking his hand. "I
know I will find what I need here. Thank you." He smiled and turned
carefully to negotiate the walk to the door. He hadn't brought any crutches
with him, just his prosthesis.

 "Ah, Mr Gooding, would you wait a minute? I don't mean to pry, but are you
wearing a prosthesis, is it on your left leg?"

 "Yes, I am, Dr. MacGregor, I lost the lower part of that leg in an
accident. That was last May and I'm still learning to get around. Normally
I have crutches in the car, but my cousin is picking me up in a few
minutes."

 Dr. MacGregor nodded, but continued seriously, "Mr. Gooding, maybe we
should have made sure you have time to get from class to class. That could
be a trial for you, couldn't it?"

 Will turned back to face the Assistant Dean, determined, "I know I'm still
getting used to my new leg part, but I need to improve my walking
anyway. By the time school starts, I expect to be able to move around
well. This campus isn't that big, if I can't make it, I may have to get me
an electric chair." He smiled wryly, "But I'd rather not."

 "I admire your spirit, Will. You seem to have overcome your tragedy well,
I hope you have someone to help you at the few times you would need it.
I'm pleased to have you here as Windsor, come to see me any time you have a
problem."

 Will shook hands again with the thoughtful and solicitous Assistant
Dean. "Thank you again. Yes, my cousin is my guardian now and takes very
good care of me. See you later."

 Will turned to leave and made a more adept move that time. He walked out
with pride and confidence in himself, maturing all the time. He wondered if
Greg would notice.


* * * * *

Will was stunned when he saw Moose Monahan again. He looked at him a little
sideways to figure out if he was really real. When he stuck out his hand,
he wasn't sure he would get it back.

 Beside him, Mike was having a laughing fit. He consoled Will, "If he
doesn't give it back, Will, I'll beat him up. He promised that last time he
wouldn't do it again."

 So, to make amends with Moose, he lurched ahead and gave him a huge hug,
as good as he could do with his hands not meeting around his back. Moose
was so pleased that he picked up Will and swung him around. Will could feel
that his huge man was very happy Will had hugged him, and he wasn't going
to hurt him.

 And he didn't. Moose set him down on his feet, well, one foot and one
block of plastic, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Will felt a little
woozy and discombobulated, but smiled up at Moose and gave him a cheeky
kiss. He then looked at Mike and raised his eyebrows as if you say, 'Was
that okay?"

 Mike smiled and nodded, "That's okay, Will, but you can kiss him only when
I'm there too. We both were awed by your physique at the swim party, and
he's dying to see you again." He looked directly at Will, "Actually, I'd
like to also. What say we swim a bit?"

 They had met at the Ridgway farmhouse, waiting for dinner to be
served. Will had also met Hamish MacAllister, the Dean, who gave Will
extreme friendliness and comfort.

 Matt broke in to their conversation, "Okay, guys, dinner is served, so I
think you'll have to wait until this evening for a swim." He called out,
"Everybody, all come, dinner is served."

 The dining table was crowded with Matt and Hardy, Steve and his lover,
Gary Stuart, Todd and Roger, Moose and Mike, Greg and Will and Anne. She
had fed the small boys much earlier so they could take a more relaxed pace
with their eating.

 The food was delicious, plentiful and appealing to the guests who uneasily
tried not to overeat. The conversation was friendly and comfortable, much
of it involving Greg and Will, the newcomers.

 Matt was inspired to relate Greg's job assignment with the Windsor College
Community Safety Department as an instructor in Emergency Medical
Techniques and basics of fire safety. "Greg will be a valued member of the
department this year, and I think that importance will grow as he really
gets to dig into the job. Greg, we all welcome you to the Halls of Windsor
College."

 Greg eagerly faced the others, wanting to express his elation. "I can't
tell you how thrilled I am to have been hired here, where you all have
spent so much time." He looked at Will, smiled warmly, "We will find a
place for us to live and quit bothering you all."

 Will nodded, "I've enjoyed being here and will hate to leave all of you."
He nodded toward the pool room, "Especially I'll miss the pool. That is
wonderful."

 Hardy laughed, "Geez, Will, if you could lift it, we'd let you take it
with you." The others groaned softly at Hardy's silly remark.

 "Greg and Will, we hope you will become members of our 'family' and will
come any time to swim and enjoy yourselves." Anne stood and put her arms
around their shoulders,

"You will be great additions to this group, thanks for coming." She gave
each of them a kiss on the cheek. Both men showed a distinct deepening red
on their faces. Anne had struck home.

 Matt looked toward Moose and Mike, "We're sorry that Hamish couldn't make
it, guys, he missed a good meal, be sure to tell him all about it when you
get home."

 Moose and Mike looked at each other, trying to keep from laughing. They
knew that their 'Dad', Hamish, was home sitting on the toilet, waiting for
a suppository to work.  He'd been constipated since that afternoon and
hadn't gotten any relief by dinner time.  They had teased him unmercifully
before they left, threatening to tell the group just where he was while
they were eating the delicious food.

 They had more fun pushing the suppository in their 'Dad's' asshole and
ramming it as far in as they could. Finally they decided not to tell what
Hamish was doing at that moment.  Mike spoke up, "I know he regrets not
being here and hopes he might be able to get up and some for tomorrow."
Moose and Mark had difficulty keeping a straight face while the others were
sorry that Hamish was ill. .

 Besides the wonderful food, everyone had been served a goblet of red wine
with the meal. Matt stood, "I think everyone is finished, including Moose,"
he kidded, embarrassing the big man, "so how about standing for a toast."
With grunts and groans of very full stomachs and noise of the chairs, the
whole assemblage rose to their feet to salute, "To our most gracious mother
and grandmother we salute Anne Wolfe for the most wonderful meal. Bless
you, Anne."

 "Hear, Hears" and "Go Grammas" and "Hot Mamas" were uttered at full volume
by the respective guests and residents. Anne bowed to them with an
appreciative smile and thanks.

 Matt nodded to Moose and Hardy nodded to Mike while those men moved
quickly around the table. Without warning Hardy and Mike reached Will,
picked him in their arm and headed for the pool. At the same time, Moose
and Matt managed to pick up Greg moving a little slower toward the pool
with their heavier burden. Mike and Will were approximately the same size,
on the short size and fairly light weight. Even though Moose had built
Mike's body into a fine physique with lots of defined muscles, he still
remained smaller. Will, on the other hand, had the finely shaped muscles of
a gymnast on a smaller frame.

The rest of the guests realized quickly what was going to happen, Will and
Greg were going to be initiated to the Ridgway farmhouse pool. Anne of
course disappeared to the kitchen but could still hear the riotous and
joyous noises coming from the pool.

 Within a couple of minutes both Greg and Will had been stripped naked and
were thrown into the pool. Hardy and Mike were very careful with Will,
helping him to remove his prosthesis while they were stripping him. They
carried the naked young man cautiously over to the pool to heave him
in. Hardy knew that Will could keep himself afloat and could swim fairly
well. He wouldn't drown.

 Almost before the initiates were aware, the others had stripped completely
and were swimming around totally naked in the pool, playing as usual a game
of "Yank the Dick" and "Pat the Butt". As Hardy had told Will the day
before, when they all swam nude, woodies would occur from time to time and
nobody cared. However they did stare a lot, he had smiled.

 Everyone in the pool was aware of Will and his 'problem' and they watched
out for him in the melee of bare bodies and flying arms and legs. He
realized they were being careful of him, so he stayed in the middle of the
pool where he could still touch and join the two games to his best ability,
grabbing dicks and pinching butts wherever he could. When the others
realized what he was doing, they joined in to give him the real
'treatment'.

Will was enjoying himself terrifically, more fun than he'd had for about
six months. At one point he was shedding tears from his happiness that were
not noticed because of all the pool water on his face. One person noticed
and knew his lover was overjoyed with their reception to the group and in
the house. Greg had been watching Will closely, knowing he was losing it
himself, loving his cousin so much he shed some drops of his own.

Matt was swimming beside Greg and looked where he was staring. 'Ah ha', he
thought, Greg and Will were so in love, adoring each other as much as
Matt's family did. 'What a great pair of young men, we'll have to support
them as best we can'.

Soon the energetic play was quieted so the swimmers floated around or just
bounced, talking together, especially getting to know Will and Greg. They
hadn't decided whether to tell their story in full, or just a bit.

 In the lull of 'battle', Hardy asked Greg how he and Will had gotten
together. As Greg started explain, everyone in the pool headed toward he
and Will.

 Greg explained their meeting, finding out they were cousins. Will's
parents caught them in a compromising position, in bed, and told Will not
to come home, he didn't have one.  Will took it from there, explaining his
tragedy in a car accident and Greg's help as a medical technician.

 The whole group was paying close attention, even Anne had come out near
the pool at Hardy's suggestion to listen. Will and Greg were a little
embarrassed but no one else was.  They accepted the situation with slightly
reddened faces, trying to hide their genitals behind their hands. That soon
gave way to a relaxed feeling of their discomfort. They then noticed that
the 'couples' were close together: Matt and Hardy, Steve and Gary, Todd and
Roger, Moose and Mike, usually against the sides, arms over the
edges. . Greg realized what they were doing so he got behind Will, holding
him tightly while he told his story. He was so proud of his lover, (lover(
was more important than (cousin( to him.  Cousin was just an incidental
relationship. Lover was their highest link, physically and
emotionally. They were totally 'hitched'.

 The swimming and playing lasted for about an hour before one by one they
got out to get dressed again. Dry towels could be found all around the
pool, available to anyone. Greg picked up his lover in his arms, holding
him tightly and walking with his total erection swaying, brushing by Will's
butt as his body moved. By then he wasn't abashed or in discomfort, the
whole atmosphere of the farmhouse was one of respect and unconcern about
purist proprieties.

All the guests and house residents had left, going to their rooms, to their
homes or dorms.

Will and Greg cuddled on their bed, spooning with Will pushing himself into
Greg's concave body, contacting solidly with his chest and crotch. They
rested, mired in their own thoughts, not unaware of each other, just
mentally apart for a bit.

 Greg was running over in his mind the wonderful part, that he got a job
right away after quitting The Safety Forces in Bryan. He wasn't far enough
away that he wouldn't see Eddie and his Dad. He had called his father in
Bryan before he and Will left, explaining what had happened and how he
found himself unable to stay on the EMS as just part of a crew. He'd been a
crew chief too long, enjoyed it too much to be just part of a crew again.

 'This is great here,' he thought, 'but I miss Eddie and the crew, even old
Ben, the SOB.'  His mind retreated a few years before, 'I'll miss seeing
Dad most every day, but we'll have to set a schedule for driving 15 miles
to see him'.

 'And I'll be happy to be somewhere other than Bryan in case Will's parents
decide to search him out, attack him in some horrible way.' Will had gotten
a statement from his bank in Toledo that showed his savings all accounted
for. The cousins were paying Will's attorney to keep his eyes and ears
opened to Will's parents and their intrusions in Will's affairs. The lawyer
hadn't told Will that he was called by his agent at the bank with the
message that Will's parents were trying to assume control of Will's
assets. The lawyer had immediately told the agent to stall them until he
got there. At the bank he threatened the parents that he would send an
accusation of fraud and conspiracy against them to the police. 'Will's
assets are mine,' Greg thought, 'especially his best asset, his ass'. He
smiled, feeling that bubble butt pushing on his cock and balls right then.

 For some reason Will felt he needed to grind his butt deeper into Greg's
crotch, reminding him he needed comfort, too. 'I've never been happier in
my life', Will was thinking. 'I'm scheduled for school in the field of my
choice, Hardy thinks I'm the greatest trumpeter ever, and I'm in the arms
of the love of my life.' He reminded himself of his lost leg, 'I'm happier
that I was before my leg was taken.' Will's gymnastics career in high
school had been his joy then, particularly the championship, but that
seemed only immediate, not the rest of his life. Greg suddenly spasmed to
hold Will even tighter in his arms. That affected Will's inner sentiments
enough to bring tears to his eyes, a lump in his throat and intensity to
his heart, giving his whole body a rush of love, sex and the knowledge that
he needed Greg in his life, his love and his whole being.

"Are you awake, baby?" Greg spoke softly to his cuddling partner.

 "Sure, and I love it when you call me baby." He turned to kiss Greg,
clutching him with arms of steel, those arms that kept Will from falling
off the Horizontal bar, helped him swing and pivot on the Rings. "I was
just thinking how happy I am. Happier that winning the gymnastics
championship, happier than graduating and happier than even living before I
met you." He paused, then choked a little, "Greg, please don't ever leave
me.  Keep me, lover."

 Greg knew that Will was crying, or almost crying, feeling his shiver in
his arms. He could only hold him and promise to never leave him. He sensed
the desperation in Will's voice and sought to allay his fears. He pulled
Will on top of his body, their cocks playing tag between them and as Greg
clutched Will's buttocks, they invaded each other's mouth with
tongue/swords slashing at each other, fighting for an edge, an extra point
in the battle.

 They weren't at that conflict very long, their bodies writhing together,
arms and legs spasming in their torturous lovemaking when, with sudden
jerks and wrenches, their collective psyches boiled over and threw their
love juices out onto their bodies. It took a while for them to calm down,
then to reawaken from their daze. Will crawled off Greg's body, grabbed a
crutch and soon returned from the bathroom with warm, wet washcloths to
clean up their puddles and lines of man juices, life force sperms.

 "Thank you, love," Greg hummed into Will's throat, "that was one of the
best. We just keep getting better and more ecstatically wonderful."

 Will leaned down to kiss Greg's softened cock, lying on his thigh. "And
this is the culprit that caused all that." He smiled evilly and leaned back
down, then inhaled Greg shrunken dick into his mouth, just tasting and
absorbing Greg's scents and flavors. "You taste and smell, Greg, like a
million dollars. Maybe I should put you into my safety box in the bank."

 Greg lifted his Will by his hips to land beside himself. "You silly nut,
then we'd both have to live in there. Not fun." He gently kissed Will on
his long, slim nose, "Baby, you are mine and will be forever. Okay?"

 "Ditto." Will murmured while falling to sleep.

 Greg pulled up the sheets to cover them, those boys might be back in the
morning to waken them again. He smiled to himself, 'They are the cutest
little guys, I think we both love them already. They may be nutty, but they
must grow on you."

* * * * *

 The next morning Greg and Will were disappointed that Jacob and Joshua
didn't come knocking on their door. They quickly did the three 'S' and
dressed for the day. Will really didn't have much to shave, just his
chin. Good clothes this time since they would be looking for a house.

 Anne welcomed them into the kitchen. "Sit down guys, your breakfast will
be ready in a second. Don't expect this every day, I'm trying to break you
in gently." She hehawed a few times.

 Will piped up, "We understand, Anne, but where were the boys this morning?
We missed seeing them?"

 "Gentlemen, if you will notice the clock, it is rather late. They did want
to wake you up, but I forbade them to do it." She turned away and back
quickly, smiling, "And that was the last time I will stop them. They are
the devils in this house and think they have the right to do what they
want. Far be it from me to stop them. You are now officially on the 'call'
list." She laid their plates in front of them on the table, tousling their
hair as she went by."

 "Aw, Nana, it took me fifteen minutes to comb that right. Shucks."

 "Well, I didn't think it looked messy enough. You could try a comb on it
this time." She went back to the sink, laughing and singing, 'You've got to
get up in the Morning".

 Greg tried to bring some civility to the meal, "We will be out and around,
accompanied by a real estate agent to search for a house. Do you know
anyone we should see first?"

 "Yes, Greg, there is. Mark Anthony, the man who sold us this farm, he
knows a lot of realtors locally and may be able to help your hunt. He lives
about a mile south of us on the other side of the road. Name is on the
mailbox. He has many interests. Hah! Wait a minute. I'll just give him a
call."

 She grabbed her cell phone punched in the number and called.

"Hi, Ted, is Mark there? This is Anne."

 "Thanks, I'm great. See you soon, I hope." She waited.

 "Hi Mark. How you doin'?'

"I've got a couple losers here at the house today, and they would like to
see if you could help them find a house. They are two men, one named Greg
Gooding and the other is Will Gooding. They are really sweet and wonderful,
Mark, if you could help them or find someone who would, we'd appreciate
it."

 "Greg will be teaching at Windsor College and Will is enrolled there. They
just got into town two days ago. Okay, Mark, thanks a lot. They'll be down
right away. See you soon."

 "You guys are in luck. Mark is free right now and his grandson Ted is
there with him.  Mark had given Ted this farm and house and Ted spruced it
up wonderfully. You will like Ted a lot. He's one of our favorites!

Greg and Will stood up, "You are the greatest, Anne, we love you already."
The two men kissed her on the cheek and walked out to their truck. Will had
some crutches with him in case his leg got too tired.

 As Anne watched them walk out, she had quickly adopted them into 'her'
family. 'Lovely men and good lookers, too'. She smiled, 'They probably have
no idea how close they have become to the rest of the Ridgway family. Every
one loves them, with a special fondness for Will, overcoming his trials
with sound intelligence and a warm and gracious personality.'

* * * * *

 The first words out of Mark Anthony's mouth were, "Are you guys queers
like al the rest of them?" He looked fierce, maybe a homophobe?

 Young Ted Anthony came into the living room, "Damn it, grandad, invite
them in or you don't get no more nookie from me!"

 Greg and Will were aghast with Mark's opening remarks and with Ted's
threat. 'What was going on here.' they thought.


 They moved close together, looking at the old man and the young man, both
Anthony's.

 "Hey, guys, I'm Ted Anthony, and the idiot who spoke first is Mark
Anthony, my grandfather. He should have been drowned at birth. Well, just
sometimes," He smiled at his grandfather and they hugged each other.

 Now the visitors were completely confused. What goes with these guys?

 Ted moved to them, held out his hand and shook hands with both. "Sorry
about my grandpa. He's just a nut who loves to confound people. He doesn't
go spouting off like that to just anyone. He found out that you guys
charmed Anne Wolfe totally so obviously figured you two are as gay as the
rest of the house. Well, except for the little boys and Nana Wolfe."

 Greg smiled and told them what they wanted to know. "Yes, guys, we are
gay, but really don't want to be outed. Can you hold onto that?"
 "I'll tell you, Greg and Will, if you join the Ridgway family, people will
normally assume that you are gay. And, honestly, it won't hurt you. Just
don't be stupid and you will be fine."

 Greg and Will smiled at Ted, getting the message of his last
statement. Both men thought Ted was gorgeous, even with the red hair and
freckles and muscles everywhere.  Greg decided to turn the tables.

 "Ah, Ted, have you got a guy yet? You know, one to stick with through
all."

 Ted tried to play it casually, "Oh, no not yet, but I have my eye on
someone."

 "Do we know him?"

 Ted thought, but decided that Jedd, his good friend, wouldn't have been
around. "No, guys, he's a helicopter pilot who often stops at the Ridgway
farm. He usually has other business in the neighborhood." He was thinking
of Brian Whitlow, their family almost billionaire.

 "We'd like to meet him." Greg was reminded of their job. "Oh, would you be
able to show us some houses, Mark," he looked hungrily at Ted,"maybe Ted
could keep us company?"

 Mark spoke up, "I don't know why not, he has a business but doesn't work
at it much, right Teddy?"

 Then Ted was embarrassed, but said he sure would go with them in case his
grandpa got lost.

* * * * *

 Matt and Hardy were in Hardy's office, almost a twin of Matt's.

"Matt, I just can't tell you enough about Will's talents. He is
unbelievable for an 18 year old. My jaw drops when I think of his tone and
I get shivers up and down my spine. He was studying with the principal
trumpet of the Toledo Symphony and I suggested he get with him again. Maybe
we can get him some lesson money or something. "

 Matt looked quizzically at Hardy, "You are sure about this? Positive?"

 "Damn it, Matt, I know what I heard. I'm not crazy. You listen to our CDs
of Sergei Nakariakov on trumpet. I swear Will is better, even now. Sergei
is 25 and Will is 18, but I still think he is better." He shook he head,
"I'm sorry, Matt, I got carried away. I need you to hear him. That's the
only way you will believe." His eyes lit up, "Hey, I'll get Will over here
tonight after they get back from house hunting, and will have him play a
couple of the pieces he played for me. I don't want him to know you are in
the building, so don't get too close. Okay?"

 Matt looked around out the open door then went back to give Hardy a
serious kiss.  "Okay my love, I'll listen to your protege." He winked, "And
he better be good."

 Matt walked quickly back to his office where Hamish MacAllister was
waiting.

 "Sorry, Hamish, Hardy and I got to talking and I didn't watch the time."
 Hamish smiled, "Talking, eh? That's not what I saw when I walked by." He
gave Matt a "Gotcha" look, then sat down. Matt knew what he saw and
reddened, just a little embarrassed.

 "What's up, Hamish?"

 He looked Matt in the eye, "Did my boys tell you why I couldn't get to
dinner last night?"

 The question surprised Matt, "No, Hamish, why should they?"

 "Mostly to embarrass me, they like to tease a lot. I was on the toilet
because I had been constipated all day and was not feeling good. I needed a
suppository that my boys were delighted to place in the proper orifice,
gleefully, teasing all the time. That's why I thought they might have
told."

 "Hamish, I'm surprised at you. Your boys would never tell that in public
.... and they didn't."

 The Dean looked chastened, he bowed his head. "Yes, Matt, I certainly
should have known, I know they love me as I love them. I'll have to confess
and beg their forgiveness." He took a deep breath, "I talked to one of your
new residents, Greg Gooding is a fine man. A good asset for your
'family'. I haven't met Will, but hope to soon. Moose and Mike were in awe
of the young man, especially his physique. I understand he was a gymnastics
champion in state."

 "Yes, Hamish, he's a miraculous young man and Hardy tells me, a master
musician. I think he will ask you for scholarships for him. I admit he is
cute and intelligent, and damn cute."

He turned toward Hamish, "And he and his cousin Greg are deeply in
love. They didn't even know they had a cousin until they met accidentally
in Maine a few weeks ago. I'm pretty sure his parents kicked him out when
they learned he is gay. Fortunately he had Greg to take up the slack."

 Hamish got up to close the office door, and slowly walked back to the
nearest of the two easy chairs in front of Matt's desk. "Matt, please come
sit here, will you?" Hamish pointed to the chair next to him.

 "I need to talk about something and I have no one else to tell. Not even
the pastor." He hesitated, not sure how to begin. "I'm afraid that I'm in
love with the boys." He blushed,"I hate to admit it, but I'm believing it
is true. I've loved them since the day you brought them to me, but after
... what? ... six months, my feelings have gotten so much deeper. I know
you told them that I was completely straight that I surely thought I was,
but now ..... "

 Matt had no idea what to say. He actually was stunned by the Dean's
confession.

 "Mac, you know I love you, we all do, and we won't have any problem with
your loving the boys. They are no longer minors, they are men in their own
right." He wiped his face with his right hand, taking time to think. "Have
you said anything to the boys"

 "No. I'm terribly afraid to. I wouldn't want to lose them, Matt, they are
the ones who are keeping me sane and living a good life. What if they hate
me. I'd die."

 Matt stood up and pulled Hamish up with him, they embraced. "Mac, let me
think about this. To the bottom of my heart, I don't believe they would
desert you, ever! They are your boys, Mac, they need you as much as you
need them. They are in love with each other and with you. I wouldn't doubt
that they are as much IN love with you as you seem to be with them.

 Releasing each other, Matt and Hamish headed for the office door. "No one
can talk to them for you, not me, certainly not your pastor. You are going
to have to bite the bullet and tell them how you feel."

 Hamish turned to look into Matt's eyes. "I've never told anyone this
either. The boys and I sleep in the same bed, every night. And they and I
are comfortable with that. We've never crossed the line to having sex."

 Matt put his arm around Hamish's shoulders, "Hamish, I'll tell you one
thing. You are way too late, they know it and I think you know it. They
know you are in love with them and surely they return the feeling. After
work, you go home to wait for them. Then you must sit down together and
tell each other of your feelings. You won't regret it, Mac, I promise you,
you will not regret it." He placed a quick kiss on Hamish's one cheek, then
the other. "Go home, man, and love those boys of yours." He swatted
Hamish's butt, learning that the older man was well constructed back there.

 Hamish brought Matt to him, pulled his head down and kissed his lips, then
flew out of the office, hurrying home.

 Matt stood in the open doorway, amazed, startled at the interview with
Dr. Hamish MacAllister. He would never have believed it. He touched his
lips where the feeling of Hamish's lips still burned. He almost turned to
go to Hardy's office to tell .... 'Oh, no,' he thought, 'Mac will have to
tell those he wants to know'.

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THANK YOU. I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David, Tim and Jesse for editing
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


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