Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 16:49:30 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes of Windsor - II - 7
Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and includes their sexual
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The original story of Dukes of Windsor ended at 38 chapters. These twelve
new chapters follow chapter 37 one year later. Chapter 38 would still be
the last chapter of the story.
I gratefully thank David, Jesse and Tim for their editing help of these
chapters. I am forever thankful for their assistance and support.
Paul Daventon, authorpaul@mail.com
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 7
Matt Ridgway, head of the Music Department at Windsor College
and his partner, Hardy Wolfe (sometimes Hardy Ridgway) associate director
of the Music Department and music director of the Dukes and Duchess of
Windsor, the nationally known brass group of the College, were working on
their plans for the department and the Dukes in the coming year. . This
group had been formed two years before and had played around the state and
country, performed at the White House and in England for the Queen of
England. One of their members, Christine Griffith, had been married the
previous June to Lord Ballard of Ballard House, West Sussex. He was an
extremely wealthy English aristocrat who had befriended the Ridgway family
in toto. The Dukes learned, through close investigation that Lord Ballard
happened to be bi-sexual, most probably more on the gay side than the
other.
But, that was one year in the past; three members of the original group had
graduated. The Jeffs, LJ and BJ, went to graduate school, one in New York
and one in Boston. Christine of course was in England with her husband. She
did come back often to see all her friends, especially Roger, the present
trombonist of the Dukes. He would be in grad school the coming year. Rick,
the second trumpet, will be first trumpet, back in grad school. Rick's
partner, Jamal will also be with him. These two men will be together many
years, alternating their home from Windsor to their summer cottage in
Maine.
The new Duchess of Windsor had been chosen from many applicants
around the state, and Eve Gardinerie, formerly a student at the University
of Michigan, was the pick. She had come highly recommended by the previous
Duchess, a casual friend of hers. When Matt and Hardy had interviewed her
in Michigan last year, she appeared to be head-strong, obstinate, willful
and stubborn, condescending to these men who would be her leaders. After
going back to Windsor, they told Christine how Eve came across. Since they
had no better all-around choice, they picked her to be the Duchess.
Matt and Hardy sat comfortably in their handsome den, much like
a library in an English club, while sipping some Drambuie and making last
minute decisions on the makeup of the Dukes. "Hardy, we seem to have a
plethora of excellent trumpeters available this year. I'd say that Rick
must be the leader; he's had good experience, plays so well and is a fine
dancer. You know, I'm worried if we choose Will Gooding for the second
trumpet, will he be able to do the dances well enough. He is the best
instrumentalist of the lot and he's good looking, 'hot' you might
say. Right, Hardy?"
"Yeah, Matt, I'd even considered enlarging the group to a
sextet, but I wouldn't want to have the trumpets overbalance everyone
else. And all our music has been orchestrated for a five member group." He
turned to Matt, throwing an 'air' kiss, "Have we decided on our tuba for
the group? I forget which one we picked."
Matt stood up, moved to the other side of the big table where he
planted a good, juicy one on Hardy's luscious, glistening lips. Hardy spoke
indignantly, "Hey, Matt, we promised no sex in the den, so we could keep on
task better. How about that!" He adopted an attitude of forthrightness and,
of course, the only one on the correct track.
"Little man, am I going to have to hit you? You are going to
make me hit you." Matt assumed his own attitude of being on the straight
and true path. A tiny hint of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.
"Little man, huh! I can break you in half, right now, buster."
Hardy stood, turned toward Matt and pick him off the floor in a tight
clinch. Matt didn't play fair when he grabbed Hardy's balls, giving them a
little squeeze.
"Little man, unhand me or I'll take these as my own." Matt still
held Hardy's scrotum.
Hardy softened his voice and attitude, "Babe, those are your
balls, for ever and ever, to use as you wish..
With that they started some vigorous foreplay on the dark red
leather couch.
"Will you guys knock it off in here?" Hardy's mother, Anne Hardy,
remonstrated with them from the doorway. "Remember, we have young children
in this house whom we don't want to be subjected to your horseplay, if
that's what it was." She stopped and began laughing heartedly, having to
sit in a chair so she wouldn't fall on the floor.
"You two are going to send me to an early grave with your
mischief, or maybe the looney bin. Now get back to work. I know my Hardy is
a lazy bum, but when I accepted you, Matthew Ridgway, as my son-in-law you
were supposed to be a good influence on him, you being older and all."
Somehow Anne had slipped into an Irish accent for that last. Then her
laughing fit continued. The men had joined her in the hilarity.
"Oh, Mom, we never promised you a rose garden in our marriage,
just two hunky guys in love with each other who adore you and will do
anything you want. Okay?" That was Hardy's answer to his mother.
"Mom," Matt confessed, "I've tried and tried to bring Hardy into
line, but he's tough. All he has to do is. ... ah. .... oh.... kiss me
good, and I'm a pussycat. Sorry." Matt really blushed even though they were
just playing around.
"Just get back to work. You have to be ready to teach in just
two weeks. Quit messing around." She did ruin the effect of her orders by
giggling afterward. Anne left the room to start getting dinner for the
'family', the Ridgway family, or, whoever was in the farmhouse at the time.
Matt brought up the missing tuba player, "Remind me what we
decided on tuba."
"We decided that the senior and the junior tubas were
practically equal performance-wise, and we preferred to take the junior
which would give us more continuity going to next year."
Matt sighed, tiredly, "Oh, yes, but I've changed my mind. Now I
think the senior should get it, since he won't have another chance like the
junior will. But I also think that the junior should be a roadie for the
Dukes. What do you think?"
Hardy sat back in the chair, trying to decide. "I guess that
would be more fair to the senior and would help the junior prepare. So,
Alden Johns will be the Dukes' tuba this year. He is very good looking and
I've seen him dance very well - must have taken some Fred Astaire
classes. I don't think the junior will be too unhappy. Okay, we're all set,
I'll announce the Dukes members at the first band rehearsal." He read off
his sheet, "Rick and Jack will be the trumpets, Eve Gardinerie on French
Horn, Roger on trombone and Alden on tuba. Sounds good to me, at least on
paper."
They chose two freshmen, Jack Holden and Mark Wellington, as
alternates. Jack could have played second trumpet immediately, but Will
Gooding was considerably better that Jack or Rick, to be honest. Mark
played French horn beautifully, however, Mark would not look too good in
the slinky, silken gowns that Christine used to wear. (Both Matt and Hardy
would have liked to see Mark in a gown. He was hot!) If he had to step in
for Eve, he would wear whatever the other men wore. Mark would learn all
the French horn parts and dances, as would Jack Holden who would be able to
substitute on occasion for Rick and Will could substitute for him.
The Ridgway's children, actually Steve's and his late wife's two
boys, Joshua and Jacob had Todd O'Brien as their caretaker. Jacob had
started school the previous year so would be in second grade. Joshua won't
start school for another year so Anne and Todd will continue to share the
responsibility of having the boys in tow. Todd would be starting as a
freshman at Windsor College that year, majoring in education toward a
teaching degree. Todd's partner and lover, Roger Adams, stayed with Todd in
the Ridgway's home, both members of the whole family there. Todd had been
disowned by his mother, Carol Fowler, vocal music instructor at Windsor,
and Matt and Hardy had taken him into their care. He has scholarships from
the college thanks to the Dean and recommendations by Matt and Hardy.
"Matt, remember when we talked to Will in the music department. We
had been apprehensive about Will Gooding. We had shown him a couple of the
videos from the previous year's Dukes' performances to have him see the
type of dancing they did. He agreed that he couldn't do the dancing with
his present leg and prosthesis.
"We asked him, `Will you be getting a more up to date pros next year,
Will? We would love to be able to put you in the Dukes, but the tradition
has been established with that type of dancing. Maybe you could just do a
strip tease.'"
Will smiled at the stupid suggestion, "I really don't think
so. That's okay, Matt and Hardy, I wouldn't expect that anyway. A year from
now I should be able to do it," he promised, "I will work hard on it."
Matt told him, "Good, Will, what I want to do is have you
playing solos with the Concert Band this year, nothing to difficult though,
we'll keep your big surprise for next year."
"Thanks, Matt," he turned to include Hardy, "and you, too, Hardy,
I appreciate all the help and attention you've given me." Will left for
his next class.
Matt and Hardy returned to the discussion of preparedness of the
instrumental music department after reviewing their interview with
Will. They also appreciated the talents of that young man, wishing he'd
hadn't lost his leg. "Matt," Hardy began, "from what Greg has told me, if
he hadn't lost his leg, probably Greg wouldn't have met him or even known
of his existence."
"I know, Hardy, we'll have to just love him and hope everything
goes well."
Matt asked Hardy, "Is your concert band membership in order and
scheduled?"
"Sure, boss, I'm ready to go, but we will have to schedule a
second concert band soon. We can=t let the concert band be any larger, too
unwieldly. Have you talked to our Duchess yet?"
Matt hesitated, "Yes and no, Hardy, I talked to her but she just
listened and left. I was so stunned by her attitude I was speechless, and
that doesn't happen often as you know. I'm beginning to think Christine
sold us a bill of goods with that woman, and I can't understand why."
"Maybe she's just trying to pull a joke on us, you know, then
make an about-face later to surprise us." Hardy surmised, "But we'll see
about her at the first rehearsal which is next week. I was going to have
the Dukes and alternates and roadies to our house for a picnic. Okay?"
"Sure," Matt said agreeably, "That will be a good time for them
to socialize, know each other better. I especially want to see how Eve
acts, that should tell the tale, hopefully a good one. How about having
the picnic Wednesday evening before the first rehearsal. They shouldn't be
busy."
"Okay."
* * * * *
Greg brought his pickup to the front of his and Will's house
where Will was waiting on his crutches. They headed for Bryan, about 20-25
minutes, hoping to bring back a vehicle for Will.
"Greg, do you know anybody at the Toyota dealership? Anyone?
Maybe a mechanic?"
Greg smiled at his excited, nervous partner, "I just don't know,
babe, I know a lot of people in Bryan, but not where they are working
now. Let's wait until we get there and we'll find out. Okay?" His heart
just melted watching his lover and partner being so excited and eagerl with
emotion.
Will reached over between Greg's thighs, cupping his cock and
balls, "Thanks, hon, I love you so much, you are so good to me." He
giggled, "Of course I'm worth it."
Greg laughed with him, "And, you have no inferiority complex,
right?"
Embarrassed, Will blushed, chagrined inside, though he knew Greg
was kidding.
At the Toyota dealership they walked, Will crutched, into the
new car section full of different Toyota cars, trucks and SUVs. They looked
at the brilliant designs, varied colors and sparkling features, checking
out the vehicles Will had studied. Greg looked around and finally saw a
salesman across the floor. "Will, I know that one, that's Jerry Fordham, he
was in my high school graduating class." He pointed to the man standing
beside a shiny black pickup, a huge vehicle, far out of proportion with
trucks that people need. Greg also remembered that he never liked the
guy. He was a cheat and just barely human. "Come on, Will, let's go buy
your new car."
"Hi, Jerry, how ya doin'," Greg held his hand out. For a while
Jerry didn't recognize Greg, but finally he shook Greg's hand and spoke,
"Well, howdy do, Greg, haven't seen you for a long time, where ya bin?"
Jerry was shorter that Greg, not a very big man.
"Oh, I been working for the Fire Department, I'm an EMT on the
emergency trucks." He grinned, "I should say I did work there, I'm now
teaching at Windsor College in Fire Science." He turned to Will, "Oh,
Jerry, this is my cousin, Will, and we are looking for a car for him. He
wants an SUV but not a huge one. The RAV4 is too small and Landcruiser and
Sequoia was too large. So he thinks it would be between a Highlander and a
4Runner."
"That's great, Greg, we have some fine SUVs, but I think I would
suggest the smallest, the RAV4, I think he could handle that easiest." He
was looking at Will, noting his limp and his small size. He whispered to
Greg, "I don't think your cousin could handle the bigger ones. RAV4 is a
good little car, it has good training wheels, like a bike." He smiled oily
at Greg, sensing lots of money here.
"Where do you have a Highlander, Jerry?" Greg was getting
steamed, being patronized by this stupid jerk.
He pointed way to the back of the lot. "Back there they are. We
can walk there quickly."
"Since my cousin is crippled, Jerry, how about bringing one, in
black, up here so Will doesn't have to walk to it."
Jerry looked at Greg, "No, I don't think I can do that?"
"Jerry. Do you want to make a sale, make a considerable
commission? 'Cause if you do, you'll go get a Highlander for us." Greg was
furious, ready to punch out the idiot salesman.
"Greg, I still think that the RAV4 would be easier for him to
drive and use."
Greg looked at Will, giving him a wink. "Okay, Jerry, I'll make
a bet with you. Do you arm wrestle?" Jerry nodded. "Well, if you can't beat
Will at arm wrestling, you will go get as many Highlanders as we want to
look at." He paused for effect, "If you win, we'll buy any vehicle you want
to sell us. Okay?"
Jerry saw no reason why he wouldn't beat the kid. He was
completely confident, and he wanted to beat Greg whom he had hated since
high school. Greg probably didn't remember the time he'd damn near killed
Jerry one night in football practice. Jerry remembered.
"Jerry, let's have a table where you can arm wrestle."
They found a table and put two chairs for Will and Jerry. They
got set, put their hands together. Greg called, One, Two and finally
Three. Will pushed Jerry's arm on the table immediately. Will stood,
assuming he won. Jerry abruptly began to scream, "No fair, no fair, I
wasn't ready!"
Fortunately, a number of the salesmen had heard the challenge
and stood around watching the battle.
"Hey, Jerry, the kid won fair and square, he beat you so bad you
will never recover." That salesman was a big, black man. He stood behind
Will, "Hey, man, you are good. Wanna go one with me?"
Will laughed, "Not even on my best day could I beat you," he
looked at his nametag, "Rudy, you are something else. I'm glad to meet
you."
Rudy was a large man, very black but handsome and very clean
cut. His features weren't Negroid as much as most. His smile could charm an
onrushing bear. Rudy put his arm around Will, "Will, would you please take
your shirt off, I'd really like to see a body that must be somethin' else,
and show poor Jerry what he didn't recognize." He smiled at Will, "Please?"
"You mean right here, right now?" Rudy nodded. He whispered,
"You beat him fair and for sure, he is a real shit, please?"
Will shook Rudy's monster hand, "Anything for you, Rudy. I think
you are great. Hold my crutch, will you?"
"Sure, Will."
Will pulled off his T-shirt, to hear gasps, moans and yells from
his audience, especially from Rudy. "Will, my boy, you are a
sensation. What are you, a gymnast?"
Greg broke in, "Rudy, you are talking to the all around high
school champion of last year in the state of Ohio gymnastic competition."
Will put his shirt back on, smiling inside, more than a little proud.
"Man, that is wonderful. Here, let me pick you up." Rudy picked
Will up in his arms, still holding Will's crutch. "I'll bring you back,
Will, baby, but first I want to find you a car, one that you want."
Rudy carried Will all the way to the Highlander area. First, Rudy
sat on a nearby picnic table with Will on his lap.
"Will, if you don't want to, that's okay, but I'd like to know
how that happened." Rudy lightly patted Will's prosthesis.
Will agreed to tell him and spent the next 10 minutes relating
his disaster.
"Will, thank you, I appreciate it, you must be tired of telling
it."
"No, Rudy, I've only told it a very few times and only to my
good friends." His face reflected the sadness in his eyes, but soon changed
when he felt Rudy hug him.
"Good boy. Now which car did you want? You and I will find the
best one. Is the Highlander the one?"
Will nodded and asked for his crutch and with it he walked to a
hot Black one, just what he'd been visualizing. "That's the one, Rudy,
what's it got on it?"
Rudy reviewed all the extras Will would get, lots of special
stuff, real luxury.
"Now, Rudy, buddy, how much will it be, total with tax and all."
He looked at Rudy with his lips and eyes smiling, "You make it what it
should be, I don't want to cheat you." His face was sort of fierce because
he wanted Rudy to take him seriously.
"Okay, little buddy, we have to go back in the office, all the
records and stuff are there."
Rudy picked up Will again and ran back to the showroom where his
office was. They took Greg in the office with them.
"Will, did I embarrass you by carrying you like I did? I hope
not."
"Hell no, Rudy, I enjoyed it. I haven't run that fast in quite a
while." At first he had been embarrassed when Rudy picked him up, but got
over it right away. He liked having Rudy as a friend.
Soon the papers were all signed, Will had bought the Highlander
for $20,000, give or take a few hundreds. Rudy explained that before all
the rebates and discounts he could give him, it would have been
24,000.. Okay?"
"Will, would you like to drive it? Now?"
A grin the size of the Grand Canyon was featured on Will's face,
"Ah shore do, dude, let's go."
"That's great, Will, and you come too, Greg, I remember you in
high school. You were a senior and I was just a freshman." He laughed, "A
300 pound freshman, but that was it. I did make the team the next year. You
were a good guy, Greg."
"They are bringing your car out front here, Will, so we don't
have to run back again."
Greg interrupted, "Rudy, you sure have changed, I didn't
recognize you at first, man, I was very sorry I ran into you that time in a
scrimmage."
Rudy turned to Will, "I hit him so hard in practice he didn't
wake up for a week." He laughed and teased Greg unmercifully.
"Here's your car, let's go try it." Rudy was as elated as Will
and Greg. "I can let you have it tonight, but you need to come back in the
next couple of days for all the paper work. Oh, and please don't get into a
wreck; I'd never get done with the forms I'd have to fill out. Come back
and see me any time you guys are in Bryan. Good to see you, too, Greg."
* * * * *
The Devil Black Highlander was ready to go, so Will drove it
home that night, having no trouble. His right leg could take care of
everything needed to run it, and since the vehicle had adjustable seats, he
could sit just where he could see well, and reach all the controls. Greg
had followed and drove his truck behind the new one.
Both men loved the new car aroma on the SUV, and all the
accessories. Greg thought Will was correct, this vehicle was large enough
for Will, but not humongous.
Back in Windsor Greg wondered when the SUV didn't turn at their
driveway. But he didn't say anything, just kept think 'happy' thoughts
... mostly of getting into bed soon. He followed as Will made his way among
the curved streets and huge houses of the Dean's neighborhood.
Will pulled up in the driveway beside the Dean's house. He laid
on the horn a few times and got out. He grabbed his crutch, 'cause it was
an easier exit than Greg's truck.
By the time he got to the front door, it opened with Moose and
Mike wondered who had honked. When they saw Will standing there, they were
mystified, "What you doin' here, Will?" They could tell that Will was
excited and so happy, so they looked around until they saw a brand new SUV
in their driveway.
"Wanted you guys to see my new Highlander, just got it
tonight. Mike, I was thinking about what you said, that I needed a car. So,
Greg took me to Bryan and we bought it. Still have to do some paperwork,
but Rudy let me have it tonight." He looked back at them, "Well, what do
you think?"
"Geez, Willie, that's so small, I'll never be able to fit
inside. I might get most of me in but my butt would still be hanging out
the door." Moose began laughing hard, he'd been trying to hold it in. He
picked up Will and squeezed him tight, "Willie, that's a great car and Mike
thinks so, too."
Mike gave Moose a punch in the arm that would have been
excruciating for a normal man to take without screaming. "Moosie, sometimes
you gotta let me talk for myself."
Moose looked askance at Mike, then he picked up Mike too, "Let's
go see this grand vehicle." He dashed across the lawn, one amazed young man
under each arm. They saw Greg in his truck behind the SUV.
"Hi Greg, so you let him get one, huh?" He set down his burden.
"I'll tell you Moose, there was no way stopping him. If I hadn't
taken him to Bryan, he would have walked." Greg was very proud of his
partner and lover; the pride in his heart for Will had grown a lot.
"Hey, Mikey, how about running to get Dad out here. He'll want
to see this."
Instead of 'running' as Moose told him, Mike just let go with a
very loud 'Hey, Dad, come out the front door.'
Moose did a double take and glared at Mike with slitty eyes, "I
could have done that, shrimp!"
"Hey, you want another punch in the arm." Mike took up a boxing
stance, threatening his brother/lover. Moose just reached out, gathered his
Mikey and embraced him into his chest. They kissed amorously and a bit
indecently for the stage on which they were playing..
"Guys," Moose murmured though his lips were already busy, "he
picks on me all the time." His eyes were looking at Greg and Will, but his
head still facing Mikey.
"What's going on out here," the Dean, Dad to Mike and Moose,
inquired, "is this a new car showroom now?"
"Hey, Dad, come see," Mike and Moose directed at the same time.
Hamish walked to the new vehicle, lightly rubbing the finish,
opening a door to peer inside, "Willy, you got a good one there, I'd
say. Don't forget to get a handicapped-parking sticker. You don't have to
use it, Will, but you can when necessary, you know, like when you get in a
bind to be somewhere in a hurry."
Will invited Mike, "Mike why don't I pick you up in the morning,
Okay?"
"Sure, Will, I'd be glad to be riding in that SUV of
yours. What, about 8:30?"
"Oh, how about 8 please, I have to stop at the security office
to get my handicapped tag, and my pass key for the elevators. Hey Greg,
lets go home, I need to wash and polish it."
"You mean tonight? I don't think you need to yet. You can do it
tomorrow after school is over." He laughed, "Maybe you could talk Mike into
helping you, you Tom Sawyer you."
They got in their vehicles and took off for home, waving to the
boys and Dean, enjoying their congratulations on his car purchase.
* * * * *
Rick and Jamal were quartered in a different dorm that year, a
graduate dorm, supposedly more controlled, studious and quiet. They
honestly doubted that would be the case. The two men, shorter Rick and
taller Jamal, were terrifically in love, adoring each other with a love
neither could have described. Rick was more physically developed than
Jamal, a more muscular body and just as cute. Rick thought his lover was so
special because he had not been circumcised and had a great foreskin. That
piece of skin Rick loved playing with. .
The previous year a bigoted student who had teased both of them,
had knocked out Rick had been knocked out in the shower room of their old
dorm. That man was now in prison for a few years for his attack on
Rick. That was the day when the Dukes were heading to Washington to play
for the President in the White House, and, fortunately, Rick wasn't hurt
too badly. He made the trip and played perfectly. Of course Jamal was at
his side every minute, he couldn't forgive himself for being away when he
was hit. On the trip he cared for his lover like a mother cares for her
child. Rick thought he went overboard on his concern, but, he liked it too,
his own baby being good to him. Jamal was a roadie for the Dukes, helping
with the equipment and stuff. Todd, Roger's lover was the other one, so
both Todd and Roger and Rick and Jamal went on the road trips together,
sharing their love with each other on the RV and in the hotel rooms.
"Hey, Ricky, did you get all your books. Including the one for
the graduate seminar." Jamal was a little worried, the books cost so much
and he was on a fairly tight budget. Both Rick and Jamal had scholarships,
but those funds didn't include the books.
"Yes, Jamal, bless your cotton-picking black heart, since you
brought me that, I've got all of them." Ricky liked to tease Jamal just a
little once is a while, not often and not in public."Hon, we've been
working too hard today, we need to relax a bit."
"First, honey, my heart isn't black no matter what you think.
Second, sure, baby, I'll lock the door so we won't be disturbed." Jamal had
a suggestive tilt to his smile and in his slitty black eyes, shining in
their excitement.
The two men looked at each other from across the room and were
on the bed, naked and ready in 30 seconds. They embraced each other,
holding on, caressing all the desirable zones of their bodies, especially
their manhoods and derrieres. Within five minutes or so the two had enjoyed
each other and released their sexual tensions. Sleep followed, wound
together in their love and physical attraction.
When they woke a couple hours later, they would decide it was
late and pulled up a sheet, expecting to sleep until morning. About 3 in
the morning, Jamal had to pee, walked across the room to their en suite
bathroom and performed. He soon noticed that his manhood had risen
also. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'now what am I going to do with that thing in
that condition,' he grinned then reconsidered, 'no, not without Ricky.'
He returned to the bed, slid in next to his lover whom he
cuddled and held his small body in his loving hands. He got no response
from Ricky, so didn't pursue his fantasizing. Jamal pouted a little bit
which didn't do any good since Ricky couldn't see it, so he slept too.
* * * * *
Greg and Will had made it back to their farmhouse without a
problem since Will drove very carefully watching everywhere with his eyes,
looking behind and ahead. The two men reached the house, checked all the
doors and windows, then closed up and went to bed.
Greg helped Will upstairs to their bedroom. Greg always admired
the decor, the handsome paper and gorgeous colors of the room, so well
coordinated with the furniture and drapes. The wide section of windows gave
them a view of the whole farm to which their home used to belong. There
were no peaks like the Rockies or depths like the Grand Canyon, just broad
fields of wheat, soybeans or corn, the bounteous foodstuffs of America.
Will sat on the bed for Greg to remove his prosthesis. His lover
worked smoothly, then rubbed cream on the residual leg much to Will's
pleasure. Will used a crutch to get to the bathroom, stripped naked to take
care of his business. Greg followed him in, also naked and took Will in his
arms from behind, his soft organ spreading the young man's buttocks.
Will turned his head so he and Greg could kiss while they headed
for the shower. The two washed each other, enjoyed doing it and also
enjoyed receiving the caresses and love pats. Soon they had dried each
other, slid into between these cool sheets and cuddled for their night's
rest.
* * * * *
The next morning was bright and sunny, not too hot since Fall
was getting closer. Moose drove to Windsor High School where he would be a
teacher for the first day of his career. He walked in from the front
parking lot, looking at the expansive school, three stories of brick and
stone accouterments around the edges. Moose judged the building to have
been constructed in the 1930s somewhere, maybe even a WPA project. The
architecture was that of a castle in the middle ages, but it was well built
with excellent maintenance.
As he entered through the wide doors, he remembered that he
would need to be in the auditorium to be introduced by the superintendent,
Fred Chase, to the whole student body and faculty. Moose had only met Chase
at his first interview for the job.
Moose was early, so the students were yet to come. He checked in
the locker room, but none of the other coaches had reported in. Moose was
nervous; he would have two English classes with 25 students in each and one
large study hall of 120 to monitor. The rest of his day would be spent with
the wrestling program, particularly how he could attract the best students
to go out for wrestling There was no wrestling program in the Middle
school, so he would have to talk to the physical ed teacher in that school,
to get some suggestions for good freshman to approach.
"Hey," a medium height young man in a suit looked at Moose
curiously, "Aren't you Moose Monahan?" The man was quite large, about as
large as Moose, and some wider.
"Yes," Moose answered, wondering who the hell this was.
"As soon as I heard you would be teaching here, I decided I
wanted to meet you first thing." He held out a hand to be shaken. "I'm
Perry Adkins, Moose, you pounded me into the ground at the state wrestling
championships four years ago when you won it all."
Moose looked closely, a slight memory ringing his head, "Gosh,
Perry, I'm sorry I don't remember, I've had almost a hundred matches since
then. Can you remind me of the match?"
Perry smiled broadly, proudly, "You put me on my back faster
than any other of your opponents. Remember? You set a record with me." He
laughed, "I was scared shitless and never even saw what you did to me. I
just know my ass hurt for a week."
Moose laughed and put his arm around Perry, and hugged him. "Oh,
man, I do remember that now. You were a great guy, and probably still are,
but you gave me so much confidence that I didn't worry about a match for
the rest of the tournament." He slapped Perry on the back, "We've got to
have coffee or something together soon. Okay?" Moose felt warm after
meeting his former opponent, memories of that match were coming back.
"I'd like that a lot, Moose."
"Great, Perry, how about coming to my house some evening
soon. I'd sure like to sit and talk to you." He gave Perry Hamish's house
address. "I'll give you a call."
A tall man approached the two men who were shaking hands again.
"Hi, Perry, good to see you again. And, Moose, you are here in plenty of
time."
"Thank you, but ... ah ..... sir, I would like to go by my real
name, Matthew. I hope that would be all right?" He looked the principal,
Jim Marriner, "I would like to be introduced that way today. I believe it
would be more dignified for me."
The principal took a card from his pocket and wrote on it. "I
will do that, Moo ... Matthew, but all the kids will know you by Moose."
"That's the reason. Moose was my nickname, identified with my
wrestling career. That's over now and I'm a teacher, ah ... I hope to be."
He smiled, wishing this asshole would get the idea.
"I see. Okay, Matthew, I can make that announcement." He turned
away, heading for the auditorium stage.
"He didn't get it, did he, Perry?" Moose .... ah ... Matthew
slowly shook his head at a loss.
"No, Matthew, I'm sorry, but he doesn't get a lot of things these
days. Good luck. See you tonight."
Moose was collected in the hall by the assistant principal,
George Tobar, and led to the stage where three chairs were set up for the
new teachers. At that time hordes of students were being let to their seats
in the auditorium, buzzing and giggling on their way.
The students were welcomed to another year at Windsor High
School, the seniors being recognized as the Class of 2005. A few matters of
business were spelled out for the different classes and warnings of conduct
unbecoming to a student at Windsor High.
"And now it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you three new
teachers who will be with us this year. First, Mr. Bachtel, teaching
Algebra, second Mrs. Robinson, teaching History, and third, teaching
English and coaching wrestling, Mr. Matthew Monahan."
From the audience came loud calls of "MOOSE", MOOSE". Teachers
tried to quiet the students, shut them up, but those shouting didn't
respond.
Matthew whispered to Mr. Marriner, "Maybe if I said something,
it would help."
"Good idea, Moose .. oops. "
Moose walked to the podium and the mike.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." He held up his hand to quiet them. It
worked. "I would like to explain something to you. Moose was a nickname I
had while I was wrestling. And I'll tell you a little story." A few
students giggled, a few laughed, more sat, startled by this new teacher.
"When I was four years old, I was given a present by my mother
... a baby brother. As soon as I could hold him without dropping him, I was
given responsibility for him. I fed him, dressed him and the usual
unpleasant things you have to do with babies. While he was young enough, I
carried on my back and we walked, looking at everything. I showed him cows
in the pasture and told him they were cows, or more accurately, moo cows.
"When he was a year older, he started talking and remembered the
moo cows. He began to call them 'moos'. Finally I realized that he was
calling me 'moos', which worked into Moose being my nickname. That is the
origin of the name Moose. It was not given to me because I was as big as a
moose, or even as ugly as one." Moose smiled when they laughed, showing the
dimples on his cheeks.
"Thank you," Moose nodded and returned to his seat, beside the
other new teachers. Almost immediately as he sat, a few students began to
clap, others followed until the whole auditorium was applauding Moose. The
principal told Moose he better get up and recognize their accolade. He
moved up, nodded a few times and waved just before he returned to his seat.
Mr. Marriner stood at the podium, "Thank you very much,
Mr. Monahan. Teachers, you may return your students to your room. The bell
will ring for the beginning of period one."
As Moose headed for his room, the superintendent, Fred Chase,
caught up with him in the hall.
"Mr. Monahan, that was a great story, was it true?"
"Mr. Chase, I don't tell stories that aren't true. It was the
straight facts. Do you have a problem with what I did?"
"Oh, no, Mr Monahan, but it would have better to have told that
in your classroom, not stir up the whole school with a fabricated tale."
Moose gave the superintendent a frigid glare. "Sir, I told you
it was the exact truth. What part of it don't you believe? I'm just
beginning my first day of teaching, and you are doubting my word." The
superintendent said nothing. "Maybe, SIR, ..... "
Mr. Marriner, principal, "Mr. Monahan, you need to be in your
classroom, please. "
Moose left and didn't hear what the two men talked about.
"Mr, Chase, Matthew is one of the best teachers we've hired in
years. Why did you try to challenge him even before he started?" Marriner
was livid, disgusted with Fred Chase. "Sir, if you fire him or try to, or
to denigrate him in any way, this whole school will erupt. It will be your
fault, not Mr. Monahan's. I think he handled himself perfectly. He did
nothing to demean the students, the school or himself." He looked away in
aversion, "Excuse me, I must attend to my school. If I were you, I would
tread carefully about this event."
Jim Marriner stomped away, still furious with the
superintendent. Chase intruded into Jim's school, poking his nose into the
running of the school. 'I'm going to get that son-of-a-bitch, if it's the
last thing I do. He doesn't know that I know he's playing around with one
of my teachers, and that will soon come before the public. I hope I can get
Mary Beth to speak out.'
* * * * *
Believe it or not, Moose's class was waiting patiently for him,
quietly talking without and disturbance.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Senior English
Lit. Let me get the roll and then we will talk about our fun for the year."
Moose used the printout of his class and found everyone
there. As he read through the names, he tried to place the face with the
name.
"Melinda Atkins." He looked at her, thinking, 'Wonder if she
might be Perry's sister.' "Melinda, do you have a relative teaching here,
about my size?"
Of course, she blushed, but did answer 'yes'.
"Thank you."
Finished with the roll, Moose sat on the front of his desk. Even
at that level, he would be able to see everyone and everything because of
his height.
"Since this is senior English lit, you might guess there will be
quite a bit of reading on the schedule. I have certain books which I will
want you to read, however, if you will tell me of books you feel are
special and worthwhile for our class, I'll consider them.."
A hand was raised in the back of the room where all the boys
sat, "Mr. Monahan, could we read the Harry Potter series?"
Titters were heard from around the room, some thinking the
suggestion not very worthwhile, others liking the idea.
"Frankly, I think it is a great idea. But first, I'd like to see
hands of all those who have read at least one of the series."
All but three hands out of 25 had read at least one.
"How many have read all of them? Hands please."
Over half of the class indicated they had read all of the books.
"I believe the series to be a good one, one that we can learn a
lot about writing, style and plotting a story, maybe a little less adult
than you should be reading. We could spend a week or so talking about
them." He looked around the room, "How about this, your first assignment
for the year. Read the first book, if you have already read it, read it
again and make a list of points for us to study. For the next few days we
will be going over the year's list of books, so let's say this Friday,
please read or reread the first book and give me a list of salient messages
in the book for people of your age.
"I'm handing out a sheet with proposed books to be studied this
year. I'm afraid I haven't checked with the school library, but the public
library should have them. I have already ordered five of those books that
you will receive soon.
"Now, we'll start with the books on your list, let me know if you
have never heard of the book."
A hand went up, waving back and forth. "Yes ... ah ... Susan?"
"Mr. Monahan, was that really the way you got the nickname of
Moose?" Everyone had to say something vital to their neighbor, creating a
buzz in the room.
"Why not? I don't tell lies, what I tell you will be factual. We
will be discussing the truth all year, truth the way the authors see
it. You will have to decided if it is the truth for you."
* * * * *
Moose drove home after school, thinking of how the day had
gone. It was perfect except for his confrontation with the
superintendent. He didn't know that the principal had met with Fred, and
had given him a piece of his mind. If they both weren't fired, it would be
a miracle.
Moose wanted to talk to his Dad, the Dean of Windsor College, as
soon as he could. He hoped Hamish knew the Superintendent or knew of
him. He parked his own vehicle in the driveway where he lived, the Dean's
home that was his home too.
Hamish was in the kitchen, cooking up some good food for
dinner. Moose walked quietly up behind his dad and embraced him from the
rear.
"Oh, hi, Moose, glad you're home."
"Aw, didn't I surprise you? Shucks."
"If you want to surprise me, you'll have to get a new muffler
for your truck. Use the credit card I gave you, please."
"I really need to talk to you, Dad, it's important."
"You sound like your day didn't go well. Is that it?"
Moose gave Hamish a gloomy look, "It went well except for one
individual. Classes
were fine, study hall no problem, and I have the quietest lunch mob I heard
all day. I even
subbed for Mrs. Robinson during my prep period. She only lasted half a day,
I'm afraid she won't
be coming back ever."
"No, Dad, when I was introduced to the students, I lot of them
hollered 'Moose'. I asked
the Principal if I could explain it wasn't the name I wanted to be
called. He agreed and I went on
to tell them the story of Mike's giving me the name, when he was very
young. They appreciated
it, I believe, and when I took my seat the applause started. I had to get
up to acknowledge their
support."
"When the auditorium emptied, I left to go to my first class. I
was stopped by the superintendent, Fred Chase. He upbraided me for telling
a phony story to the students about my name. I told him it was the exact
truth and it was. He continued telling me I shouldn't have told the whole
school a false story. I got a little stroppy with him, not nasty like I
felt, and I was heading into real trouble when Jim Marriner came up and
suggested I head for my classroom."
"I know they talked, but have no idea what was said. Do you know
him, Dad?"
Hamish pulled Moose into the den where they sat on the soft
leather couch.
"My son, I never would have voted for Fred to be superintendent,
even. He's a total idiot, no brains at all. Did you record the assembly?"
"I did ask Mr. Marriner if the assembly had been taped. He said
yes, and I asked for a copy that he had made before the end of school. If
you want to see it, it's in the VCR."
"Yes, please." He had a thought, "You didn't show off your cock,
did you, son?" He smiled.
Moose laughed, a real gut laugh, "You'd think I had if you
listened to Fred Chase. Here goes."
Moose fast-forwarded a bit, but played all of Moose's part of
the assembly.
"I don't know where Idiot Chase was coming from, did he even
hear all of it, I wonder.?"
"He probably heard the kids applauding me, someone was getting
applause, not him."
Hamish got his arms around his big son, holding him
tightly. "Don't you worry about anything. I know Fred Chase and I can talk
to him. Since your name is Monahan he has no idea that you are my son."
"Shit, I knew I should have changed my name to yours, Dad."
Hamish pulled Moose over on top of himself, "Babe, you are mine
and all fathers protect their young. When I get through with him, he'll
know he's been run roughshod over."
"One of the young teachers, it was Perry Atkins, I think, said
there were rumors that Fred was making it with one of the female teachers
in the high school. Had you heard anything like that, Dad?"
Hamish was so proud of his son, both his sons, and wished he'd
been able to have them from his seed. He didn't answer Moose, but just held
him tight, rubbing his back as if he were a small kid. "You have to
remember, Moose, I never had the chance to hold a small boy of any age and
I need to give you and Mike that kind of love. I hope you aren't
embarrassed by that kind of attention."
"Dad, we'd be hurt if you didn't give us love, kisses and
more. Since the three of us are in love, physically, emotionally and in
mentally, we owe you anything you want." He paused, "How about we head
upstairs?" They did and Moose carried the video with him.
"Hey, that's great, let's go." Mike had just gotten home, thanks
to Will Gooding. With the suggestion of heading to their bedroom, he
started getting 'nekid', ripping off clothes as fast as he could.
Hamish and Moose could hardly believe how excited the kid
was. His cock was as hard as it ever gets and just waiting for some
attention.
"Wait, Mikey, I have to tell you something that happened?"
"What, that you talked about me in assembly?" He admitted, "I
heard about that probably right after the applause died down." Mike jumped
on top of Moose and Hamish, stark naked his dick reaching for the
stratosphere. The other two started grabbing Mike by whatever handle they
could reach.
"Mikey, I have a video tape of the assembly. Would you like to
see it?"
"Oh yeah, man, I gotta see that."
Moose and Hamish sat up and pulled Mike between them, their
hands all over him. Moose started the video, again fast forwarding to
Moose's introduction.
Mike started tearing up when Moose was talking about him, seeing
the moo cows and all that, naming his brother Moose. He leaned over to kiss
Moose and the other way to kiss his Dad. When the tape stopped, Moose
grabbed his naked brother in his arms while Hamish picked up his clothes
from where they were dropped. Moose pushed his head down so he could suck
Mike's hard cock, getting it very wet and hot, sucking all the pre-cum
oozing from the mouth.
Moose threw Mike on the big bed, where he ground his big cock
into the smooth and slick duvet, spreading more seminal fluid over the top,
changing the color from light to dark. He watched avidly to see Hamish and
Moose get nude, too, observing their cocks raising from soft to steel hard,
their glans swelling to extreme proportions over the staffs.
They crawled on the bed, on either side of Mike, pressing their
lips of Mike's butt cheeks, one to a man, kissing, licking pulling them
apart to reveal Mike's little pink anus winking at them. Hamish took charge
of rimming his son, his juices flowing inside as his tongue spread the
lips.
While Hamish did that, Moose headed for the bedside table for the
lube. A bunch of condoms lay in the drawer, but since not one of them had
sex with anyone else ever, they weren't needed at the time. In the last ten
years of Hamish's marriage, he had not had sex with anyone including his
wife. No question, they were safe.
Moose had been working on Mike's asshole, stretching his
sphincter muscle until Mike was able to loosen it when desired. The older
brother's big cock gave Mike no trouble when he made love to his
anus. Moose lay on his back in the center, Mike got on his knees over the
rigid cock leading above his brother's crotch. With Hamish watching closely
as Mike, facing Moose's head, began to sit on Moose's eight-inch cock, the
head much larger than the shaft. Their Dad held the steely cock aiming
directly for Mike's little pink hole, holding on until Mike's butt was
almost on Moose's pubes and groin.
Mike held Moose's shoulders with his trembling hands; the size of
Moose's cock was enough to plug a dozen holes at once. He felt every inch
of the huge cock as it smoothed his rectum, sliding along the velvety soft
surface of the canal. Finally, Mike laid all his weight on Moose's groin,
feeling so full, so wonderful, every itch in his rectum soothed and spread
out.
"Oh, Moosey, it's so ...." moan. .... groan. .... terrific and
you are the greatest - I love you so desperately. But I do love our Dad,
too." He grinned, "Why don't we let him in on the fun - wouldn't that be
great. I know we haven't done it before, but I'm sure I can do it."
Hamish pulled back, "Guys, I don't think I should do that. I
don't want to hurt my beloved Mike."
"Hey, Dad, you aren't going to hurt me. You don't have that big
a cock." He snickered.
Hamish, proud of his dick, came back, "Okay, little one, if you
are sure, I love you and I don't want to hurt you. But, if you say so, lay
down on Moose's chest, I need a target to aim for."
On his knees Hamish inched closer to his son, his cock well
lubed, and aimed it for the widely spread hole. He couldn't see how Mike
could take another cock, but he wanted to enter his son with his cock so
badly, maybe not his father's cock, but close enough. Since Mike was on top
of Moose, his asshole was high enough off the bed to give Hamish a
straight-in bearing on the beautiful ass and monstrous cock and balls
pulled against Moose's prick.
Hamish pressed his cock head, hard as rock, against the top of
Moose's cock and upper lip of Mike's anus. Mike groaned hard, his body
stressed by the pressure, but not giving way yet. Mike reached back to his
asshole, stuck one of his small fingers between the lip and Moose's cock,
trying desperately to spread his sphincter even more.
"Push harder, Dad, it's coming, keep pushing." Hamish did his
best, still not finding the way inside, until Mike gave a harder push
himself and his ass hole spread a little more. "Oh, Dad, almost there, come
on in, I'm waiting for you."
"Ooooh, ngrh, ouch," sounds from Mike, trying so hard.
"I'm in," Hamish yelled, "I'm in, baby, are you all right?"
"Smoothly done, Dad, now take it all the way." Mike couldn't
believe that he had two cocks up his ass, especially Moose's, but his dad's
wasn't small at all. "Dad, it's wonderful, I'm full of cock, but you both
are hitting my love spots, I'm not going to last much longer. Come on guys,
get pumpin', hear me. I'm hot and I want a good fuck from both of you."
Mike shook, his body shivered as the two cocks began to alternate thrusts
up his rectum, rasping against his love button and pulling and pushing on
his ass lips,
"Are you okay, Mikey?" Moose was rubbing Mike's back, caressing
his head and hair, lying on his chest.
"Much better than okay, Moose, I'm full of your bodies, love and
total excitement, keep going. Dad, please lay on my back, but keep pumping,
I need your eroticism and your prick's balls full of your seed. It may not
have made me, but it will now. Come on, guys, fuck the hell out of me."
Mike worked his sphincter on both cocks, urging them to explode and fill
his hole to the brim.
All three were yelling cheers at each other, urging them to get
hot and cum in his rectum. Lots of groans and moans, especially from Mike
as he adjusted to their hard ones in his ass, exciting each other's cocks
and Mike's whole body from asshole to tingling head.
Finally, all the emotion and sexual fervor filled Mike and he
erupted first, his cum splashing between his abdomen and Moose's. His
shooting made his sphincter clutch the cocks even stronger and viciously
until they both came on cue, Moose and Dad felt each others tremors and
pumping cocks, spewing all their cum, filling Mike's rectum so much of
their output was thrust through Mike's asshole to run down his legs and
onto Moose's balls.
"Thank you, Moose and Dad, that was terrific, fantastic, so
passion to the core. Don't take out your cocks; leave them until they slip
out by themselves. I love the feeling. Now that I know I can take it, you
can double love me any time." Hamish squeezed his Mikey, loving his younger
son with the deepest passion and true love.
Moose also embraced his Mikey with both arms, reflecting back on
their first time having sex. He remembered Mike ejaculating without
touching himself, just with Moose's hands on his bottom, caressing it. That
was when Moose knew he honestly loved Mike sexually. Their lives went on
from there until they were thrown out by their father, a homophobe and
hypocrite who had in the past practiced gay love with his brother.
Mike felt relief when both cocks had slid from his anus, but he
also felt the deprivation deep inside himself. He couldn=t look, but felt
the cum dripping out of his asshole, that still hadn=t closed up again. He
would wait until that happened before getting up. It was sore already, but
well worth the acceptance of both cocks, solidifying his family=s
togetherness.
* * * * *
The next night about 7 pm Matt and Hardy were waiting for the
Dukes and 'new' Dukes to come to the party. It wouldn't be one of those
'Ridgway' galas, just the small group of Dukes, Rick and Roger in grad
school, senior Alden Johns on tuba and freshman Jack Holden on
trumpet. Jack wasn't as good as Will, another freshman, but he could dance
well. Will Gooding would have been with them if he had been able to
dance. Maybe in a year or so with a new prosthesis he could join them on
the stage.
Jack and his partner, Mark Wellington, learned to dance
together, following Mark's aunt, a dance instructor at a Fred Astaire class
in Bryan. She couldn't believe that Mark and Jack wanted to learn dance
together. She did know they were gay and were partners, they looked so cute
to her, so adorable. She didn't tell them that. Both boys had seen the
Dukes and Duchess dancing on stage and thought they had learned all the
steps Jack would need. Mark was the most agile of the two and a more
natural dancer, all of which he tried teach his lover. And Mark could help
him during the year if a more difficult dance was requested.
Rick came dragging Jamal, Rick's lover, along with them,
although he didn't need much persuading, Jamal loves any time at the
Ridgway farm. Since Roger still lived in the farmhouse with his partner,
Todd, he didn't have far to go. As a resident and caretaker of the little
boys, Todd was a natural at Ridgway parties.
Arlen came through the front door, followed by his girl friend,
both juniors at the college.
Alden Johns was a big lad at 20, 6' 2", about 175 pounds. No one
at the party knew him well, but he was so good-looking, curly blond hair
almost like Hardy's crown, and movie star features on a handsomely sculpted
head. From outward appearances it would seem that he was a real stud, a
body beautiful, though no one had seen him out of his clothes. That
experience just might just happen at the party that night,
"Francine, I want you to meet Matt Ridgway and Hardy Wolfe, our
leaders." Alden smiled at her and the two men as they shook hands with
Alden's girl friend. She was a beauty, classic features with dark,
shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair that framed her face with their
contrasting shade.
Matt and Hardy glanced at each other. The looks Francine was
giving the men made them sure that Alden had told her they were gay and
married before they arrived.
"Francine, Hardy and I bought this house with some land along
with my brother and his partner. We all live here with Hardy's mother, also
my brother's two young children. This is quite a building, five bedrooms
and baths, we'd like to show you around, including the indoor large
swimming pool, under roof and enclosed with large windows. Shall we go?"
Roger and Todd met the last two arrivals preparing to show them
the house and attachments, leaving Matt and Hardy waiting for the last
Duke, the Duchess.
Fifteen minutes later, Matt asked Hardy if Eve had said she
would come to the party.
"Hmmm, I think she did, but then she asked me if it was a
rehearsal. Of course I said it wasn't. Maybe I just assumed she would be
here."
"Stay here, babe, in case she comes, I'll call from the den, see
what's happening."
"Hi, Eve, this is Matt Ridgway."
"Hi, Matt. What's up?"
"Well, we're having this party for the Dukes here at the house,
old Dukes and new Dukes. I was wondering when you were coming or if we
could come and get you?"
After a long pause, Eve answered, "From what Hardy said, we
weren't rehearsing tonight, so I couldn't see any reason to come."
"Eve, this would be a good time to get to know the others in the
Dukes. We, Hardy and I, feel the group works better and succeeds so well
because the members are like a family, know each other well and can respond
with poise and equanimity, warmth and friendliness." Matt was wondering
what Eve was thinking, she was an unknown quantity about whom they were
worried If she won't cooperate or actually join everyone in a cohesive
effort, we'll have to find another Duchess or let Mark play in a slinky
gown. He smiled at that thought and the vision of it in his mind's eye.
"I'm afraid I can't tonight, I'm busy. I'll be at the first
rehearsal tomorrow."
Eve hung up on Matt without any courtesy or civility. 'Now what
are we going to do. We have to be a very cohesive whole,' Matt was
thinking, 'Maybe we will have to use Mark'
Matt told Hardy all about his phone call to Eve. "Let's go on
with the party. Unless someone asks, I'm not going to make any excuses
about Eve."
As usual, everyone wanted to swim, except Francine, Alden's
girlfriend. She didn't feel like it. The others had either brought a
swimsuit or borrowed one from the Ridgways. They kept quite a few, well
cleaned and replaced when necessary.
Everyone was interested in getting a look at Alden Johns, the new
tuba player; he was tall and shaped like the proverbial brick
shithouse. Handsome and friendly with a glorious physique like a taller
Hardy, Alden made friends immediately with the rest of the Dukes. He had
chosen a bikini suit for himself, obviously not aware how his genitals
would look in one of them. Or maybe he was well aware. They were barely
squeezed inside the slippery material, giving a slightly shaded view of his
penis and balls.
Alden enjoyed looking at the other guys, too, he appreciated
guys' bodies, in particular their 'packages' and butts. Alden loved being
with his girl friend, Francine, and having sex with her, but would never
marry her, she was just too dumb. He love playing the tuba, but his aim in
life was to specialize in microelectrophoresis for his graduate degrees.
Alden's smile glowed with honest sincerity and real interest
toward those he spoke with. His eyes followed along with almost-closed
lids, checking out all of the guys. Alden was right at edge of removing his
bikini, but no one else had taken off their suit.
He spent some time surreptitiously scrutinizing the two youngest
men, Jack Holden and Mark Wellington, trumpet and French horn in the
concert band. It appeared that Jack would be upgraded to second trumpet in
the Dukes. The only way, he'd heard, for Mark to be in the Dukes would be
if Eve were kicked out and if Mark could learn to wear slinky
dresses. Looking at him. Alden figured he was thin enough, and if he wore
a wig, shaved his legs and found some good tits somewhere.
Alden closed his eyes, picturing Mark in that rig. Damn the kid
sure was pretty enough; he'd make a great Duchess. He wasn't feminine in
any way, but probably could pull it off. Alden smiled, thinking, he'd sure
get a lot of teasing. He also wondered why Eve wasn't here for the
party. Poor Mark.
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David, Jesse and Dick 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