Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2006 10:38:17 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor\Dukes of Windsor - II - 8

DUKES OF WINDSOR
Book II
Chapter 8

Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives,
relationships and sexual activities.  It was inspired only by my visions
and invention. This tale is entirely fictional.  If there are any
similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental.
If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in
your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now.
Always be SAFE. Otherwise read on and I hope you enjoy.

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


Chapter 8


    Jack carefully skirted all the young bodies to reach Matt's side,
sitting beside Hardy at the farthest table in the pool room. He smiled at
the two directors, "Could I ask a few questions of you?"

   Matt said, "Go ahead."

   "Uh, Matt, how much longer will you be here, or will the party be going
on?"

   The two men looked at each other, "I suppose about a couple hours. Why?"

   "Well, Hardy, we need to go get some things to show you and have to go
home to do it.  We'll probably take an hour and a half, I guess. If we
aren't ready in time, we'll call, Okay?"

   "Fine with us." Hardy smiled, "Is this going to be a surprise?"  He
nudged Matt in the ribs.

   Mark and Jack looked at each other and chuckled, "Yep, I guess you could
say that."

   "Okay, guys, don't be too long."


* * * * *


   After drying off and changing into their original clothing as when they
arrived. They waved bye to Matt and Hardy who gave each other quizzical
looks, wondering what they were up to then.  Both of them waved and
shrugged.

   Mark and Jack drove to Mark's home, a fine residence in the same area
where Jack lived. Mark gunned it up the street and into his driveway. A
good omen because Mark's Dad was out of town and his car wasn't in front of
the garage.

   The excited boys dashed into the house, looking for Mark's mother.

   "Hey, Mom, stand up, would you?"

   The pretty, slender woman stood and greeted them. "What's up, guys?"

   Mark moved over next to his Mom and put his arm around her shoulders. He
gave her a kiss on the cheek, whispering 'I love you' into her ear.

   "Uh oh, now I know something wild is up. Okay, what it is this time?"
She loved her two boys, even if one wasn't really hers.

   Mark and Jack sat on the couch, described their problem, then pleading
with her to help them.

   "Mom, you got a great long hair black wig, don't you?"

   She hesitated, then slowly, "Yes, I guess I do."

   Jack jumped in, "And I know you have a slinky silky white gown, I've
seen you wearing it, right?"

   "Yes. If I understand this correctly, you was to dress my SON as a
beautiful, female French horn player so he can get in the Dukes.  Am I
close?"
   Both boys jumped up, ecstatic , "Yeah, Mom, you got it. That's what we
want to do. We don't have much time before we have to show me off to Matt
and Hardy."

    Carol Wellington started giggling, laughing harder and putting out the
decibels, "I can't believe .....  ha.....ha ....you are going to do this."
She gasped a couple times, "Really?"

   The boys got on their knees in front of Mark's mom, "Please, Mom."

   Carol stood up, "I think you are crazy, but of course I'll help you."
She turned, aimed a pointy finger at them, "Don't you get into any trouble
with MY SON in that getup.  Okay?"

   "We promise, Mom, honest."

   In one hour Mark had been stripped, an old white smooth swim suit was
covering up his loins, very little in the way of hems which would mar the
lines of the dress.  They found the dress and slid if over Mark's head,
sliding down to land on his shoulders by the spaghetti straps. Neither
Carol or Jack could believe how good he looked in the dress.  Jack took on
the task of shaving Mark's lower legs and underarms, being very careful
that he didn't cut Mark. The only other hair on Mark's body had been
covered up by the little suit.

   Mark's mother pretended not to notice that Mark was getting a hardon
while Jack was shaving his legs.  Luckily it didn't get far up until Jack
gave it a swift slap. Mark groaned, but It went down.  As Jack was shaving
those legs, Mark was standing so his mother could 'fix' his face, a very
tasteful cosmetic reconstruction.  Not too much of anything, just hints and
light shades where needed. She used a body shade to try to disguise his
Adam's apple, the quickest way to disguise his maleness.  She also used a
facial cream to disguise the dark on his arms.

   After an hour, they stood Mark by the front door, with the hair on and
some of his mother's falsies fastened inside the dress.  Carol couldn't
believe it, "Mark, don't take this wrong, but you make a most beautiful
woman, gorgeous. Now, show me how you are going to walk."

   Mark took a few steps in his normal stride, "No, no, son, you should
glide very carefully. Now try it again and swing your hips a little."

   "Jack, you work with him for a few minutes. I need to get something."

   They didn't notice, but Carol came back with a digital camera. When they
finally realized that there were sharp flashes in the room, Mark
complained, "MOM, you wouldn't?"

   "Markie, these are for me, no one else sees them, except you two." She
soothed their worries, "No, your father will never seen them. Okay?"

   "O damn, what am I going to wear on my feet?"

   Jack and Carol looked down at his bare feet which could never be thought
of as belonging to a woman.

   "Mark, what size do you wear? I don't remember."

   "Nine."

   She jumped quickly, ran to her bedroom, "I think your Dad has some light
colored sandals, maybe."
   A pair of white sandals was found which fit on Mark's feet with just a
little struggle.
   "Okay, Markie, we got to go. Now."


* * * * *


   The party was still going full strength when Jack opened the front door
at the farmhouse..
   "Now, Mark, you stay out here, keep the long coat on until I call you
in!"
   Jack slipped in the door, soon found Matt and Hardy and asked them to
come into the living room.  He appeared to be in a state of anxiety, under
a lot of tension.
   "Okay, Jack, take it easy, we're coming."  They both slipped out of the
pool room as unhurriedly as they could into the living room.
   Jack stood them in the center of the room, turned out the outside light
over the door and opened it wide for Mark to enter, carefully, daintily.
He was holding his French horn in his arms, he almost forgot to bring it.
   Jack introduced Mark, "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce an
especially good French hornist I found.  What do you think?"
   Mark had slid into the room, not very brightly lit, and not too close to
Matt and Hardy.
   "What the hell, Jack, what have you found?"
   Mark lifted the horn, ran some scales and arpeggios, then gave a Fox
Hunt fanfare.
   Matt couldn't believe, a beautiful young woman, plays horn like a master
and looks good enough to eat. "Who is this, Jack, tell us."
   Jack took one of Mark hands in his own and acquainted them with Marianne
Wellington.
   Mark bowed a bit, and did a little courtesy, smiling all the while.
   Hardy caught on first, noticing the size of his feet and the Adam's
apple which couldn't be hidden.
   "Uh, Matt, I'd like the young lady to give us her name. Would you
please?"
   Jack had been afraid of that, "Oh, Hardy, she has a sore throat, can't
say a word now."
   Mark smiled broadly but sweetly, even blinking his eyes with the thick
dark lashes at the men, his demeanor remaining as feminine as he could.
   Hardy leaned over and whispered into Matt's ear. "Could this be Mark
Wellington? He's beautiful, isn't he?"
   Matt walked up to Mark, "Say, Mark, how long can you keep this up?
You've got to let everyone see you.  Okay?"
   Mark was stunned, he didn't think they would figure him out that quick.
   He was blushing, "Uh, Matt and Hardy, I know this looks silly. But I
wanted to be in the Dukes so much."  Mark was so disappointed, "I really
hoped ..... "  He looked subdued, crushed.
   Matt realized what he felt, "Mark, I really wish you would help us
out. You know, you are very beautiful, but you better get your male self
back.  Please let us introduce you to the rest of the Dukes and friends and
see what happens.  I think we'll learn something.  Will you? I can't
promise you will be in the Dukes, but you will for sure an alternate. Come
on, take my arm."
   Mark put his left arm through Matt's right, his escort.
   In the pool room they stood at the entrance, waiting to see if the guys
and girl notice them.  The low wattage lights in the ceiling had been
lowered on purpose. That would be good for their woman/man. They were
reflected in the ceiling high glass walls all around the pool.  Hardy came
beside them. He announced loudly, "Everybody, I want to introduce a
possible future Duchess for the Dukes. What do you think?"
   From all over the room and the pool faces turned toward them. Matt
turned to Hardy and whispered, "Go get the camera, I want pictures of
this. Hurry."
   The Dukes and friends never moved except to gasp and drop their
jaws. Most turned to their neighbor to ask 'what the hell is going on'.
Gradually, the talking became louder and more excited, a movement toward
Matt and Melinda Wellington on his arm.  Most of the guys, gay or not, were
able to recognize that woman's beauty, attractive with classic features and
a beautiful figure.  Her hips were quite narrow, but many didn't notice
that.
   Hardy arrived with the camera and began taking shot after shot from in
front of the couple, he wished that Mark had a corsage on the center of his
bosom.  He didn't grin widely, just the hint of a smile.
   "All right, Matt and Hardy, what is going on?  I thought Eve was to be
the Duchess?"  Rick spoke out with what everyone was wondering.
   "Did any of you notice Eve in attendance here?  She was invited
especially. So," he drawled, "we have a candidate in reserve, if needed."
He started to lead Mark around the pool, passing closely to many of the
party guests, giving them a chance to discover their subterfuge.
   Finally, as they passed in front of Francine, Alden's friend, she
yelled, "That's no woman, that's a young man. You can't fool me.!"
   Matt thought, 'Bloody bitch'.  Since their two trips to London, many of
the Dukes sometimes used expressions they adopted in England.
   Quickly, Mark let go of Matt's arm and got into a clinch with his lover,
Jack.  That started the laughter. "Jeez, Matt you really had us going for a
while."
   Mark and Jack turned to face everyone. Mark spoke up bravely, "Guys, we
really didn't try to fool you, but I've wanted to be in the Dukes so long
.... well, I'm offering my services."  Then more laughing told him he
should modify his statement. "No, no, just musical services."
   The whole room roared with delight at the charming woman/man.
   "Well, I think he should go in the pool," someone decided.  Mark
panicked.
   "No, no, you'd ruin my mother's special dress."  He whispered to Jack,
"Take of the wig and slide dress off, quick!"
   Some of the Dukes were heading toward him when Mark, relieved of wig and
dress, dove in the pool in just the little, skin-colored swim suit just
covering part of his buttocks and jock. The little suit became more loose
when wet and slid off Mark's legs when he dove in. Jamal saw the suit come
off Mark's butt. He jumped in to catch it while Mark swam to the other end.
   "Hey, Markie, do you want this?"  Jamal held up the little suit, waving
it in the air.
   Mark stood on the bottom, turned and held out his right hand, "Oh,
Jamal, please let me have it, please."  He hadn't noticed that his cock and
butt were above the water, swinging freely with his bodily motions.  He
started to wade toward Jamal then realized his loins were all above the
water, revealing himself to everyone.
   Roger yelled, grinning and pointing to Mark, "That is certainly no
woman, we've got visual proof, right?"
   All the males in the room yelled and whistled, clapped and finally
jumped into the water.  Before Mark could get to Jamal and his suit, he was
surrounded by all six young men, including Alden. To make Mark feel better
they all removed their suits. Matt and Hardy, Steve and Gary were sitting
around the pool but remained where they were, staying out of the fray
   Mark couldn't believe that all the rest were naked, nor could Jack, who
hadn't jumped in.  As he looked around, he decided he wouldn't be the only
black sheep and quickly stripped off.  Alden, the new tuba player,
so-called 'straight' guy with a straight female, Francine, hadn't stripped.
   At the moment, Francine decided she'd had enough, "Alden," she yelled,
"you can walk home, and stay with all the fags."  She stomped out of the
room, out of the house and out of his life.
   "Thank god," Alden emoted, "I'm glad to be rid of her, the silly witch."
He looked around, "Well, what do we do now, guys."  Immediately he pulled
off his suit, and yelled, "When in Rome .... and all that."  Grinning, he
threw his suit where the old folks were sitting. His muscular body showed a
lot of sinew, might and power.
   Most of the Dukes were thinking the same thing, 'He might not be gay,
but he sure is beautiful and plays nice with others.'  With the only woman
present now vanquished, the fun and games began with the fast sport of
grab-ass, splashing, dunking, butt-pinching, dickie-tweaking and nipple
twisting.
   That was the Dukes usual playing in the pool that was fun but not
leading into sex.  Most of the cocks were hard, but more or less ignored
except as a target.  Mark and Jack were amazed at the free nakedness and
all the hands which played with their bodies, especially with their cocks,
balls and asses.  Not that they didn't like it, they loved the exercise and
eroticism of it.
   Gradually, the party eased up, guys drying and reclaiming their clothes.
Mark suddenly realized that he had no clothing left to wear.
   "Hey, Hardy," Mark started bashfully, blushing, "I was wondering if you
might have some sweats that I could wear home?  I really don't want to wear
a dress home."
   Hardy was thinking of giving Mark a hard time, but relented when he
reached a decision, "Sure, Mark, come upstairs with me and we'll find
something." He turned to see Jack standing there, lonely. "Come on, Jack,
you can come with us."  They had put their little suits back on, but he
barely smiled. Jack had brought his regular clothes upstairs and dropped
them on the huge bed.
   Mark and Jack had trailed Hardy up the main staircase of the house,
fully carpeted and curved in a grand arch, into his and Matt's master
bedroom.  The boys ogled the spacious room, the fine furnishings and the
bathroom the size of both their bedrooms joined.
   Hardy suddenly had an idea, "Hey, guys, do you have to be home right
away? If not, we have a great Jacuzzi spa, we could all soak for a while,
warm you up.  Okay?"
   The younger boys looked into each other's eyes, knowing they both wanted
to stay.
   Mark spoke up for them, "That would be great, Hardy, no matter when we
get home, my mother will still be up, waiting to see how my disguise
worked."
   "Okay, that's great. We can talk about the Dukes, school and just
stuff. Matt may come up or not.  Never know."
   Seeing the two almost naked young men made Hardy hot, but he was able to
control his dick with effort. They were both well shaped, finely muscled
though not brawny like Hardy.  The two boys seemed to resemble each other,
well proportioned and similar in height. Mark was the taller with more
weight but still in the midst of puberty. Jack's description followed
Mark's, complete to his fine body. He thought they must have fun when they
shoot over each other.
   They looked at Hardy to check what their next step should be.
   "You two slide into the hot tub. I'll be right there."
   Mark and Jack smiled lovingly to each other, enjoying the attention from
'the boss', as they stepped into the Jacuzzi. They held hands as the water
rose up their legs, then over their bodies as they sat close on one
side. Hardy thought they looked so cute, lowering themselves into the warm
water, heavily aerated by the water jets.
   Both had their eyes riveted to Hardy as he stripped off completely. They
gasped at Hardy's body, the muscular perfection yet with a well
proportioned shape with finely defined sinews.  They were also thinking how
handsome he was, his curly blond hair close to his skull, shining under the
dim overhead lights.
   He could tell Jack and Mark were touching each other and probably had at
least partial hardons from their play.  He wanted to change their attention
before they''re really on a sexual 'trip'.
   "Mark," he quietly said, "I want you to know that I was impressed with
your inventive idea of the costume." He smiled, "I'm not sure we could do
that even if Eve quit, but I do want you to be part of the Dukes.  Since
I'm the director, I can do that.  I admire your playing and your desire.
The very least I can do is make you an alternate right now.  That means you
can go with the quintet on their trips.  That precedence has previously
been established since Todd always comes with us because he is Roger's
partner and a good man.  Okay?"
   Mark's face brightened with a brilliant smile, all teeth showing in a
gleam of excitement.  "Thanks, Hardy, I appreciate that. I will try to help
all I can."
   "Good," Hardy responded warmly, liking the young man, "also, I want you
to study the Duchess part, but," he winked, "you would wear whatever the
other men are wearing, positively not a dress. Okay?"
   Mark lost control of himself, jumping over to Hardy, hugging him until
Jack grabbed his butt to pull him away.
   "What the hell is going on here? Is this an orgy?" Both boys froze,
panicked by the rough voice. Their heads turned toward the voice and almost
died.
   "It's okay, guys, that's just my husband, home from the sweatshop. Stay
calm, he'll be nice very soon. Come here, love."
   Matt leaning over the hot tub, holding Hardy in his arms, kissing him
erotically and with great desire.
   He stood up, "Don't worry, guys, that's all we'll do ..... now.  Welcome
to our Jacuzzi, I'm glad to see you here.  I'd like to join you all if
you'll stay a little more."  He smiled at their guests, "Maybe we can talk
a little before you go home."
   Mark and Jack had stopped shaking by that time, knowing how great Matt
was and how everyone loved him.  "That's c .. c.. cool," Jack sputtered,
still a bit on edge.  He put his arm around Mark's shoulder, not realizing
that Matt could see his other hand holding Jack's under the water.
   The young men tried not to stare at Matt while he undressed to the
skin. Hardy slid closer to them and whispered, "Matt would be thrilled if
you watched him, he's a little too proud of that body, I think." Hardy
winked and smirked a little, sliding back.
   They couldn't turn down Hardy's explanation of Matt's desire. So they
stared.  Matt was bigger and taller that Hardy, but his muscles were less
defined, still evident, though not outwardly as revealed. Matt walked over
to the tub, his long, soft cock swaying back and forth with the movement of
his thighs.
   When Hardy glanced at the boys under water, it was clear that Matt had
excited them to a huge degree. He smiled at them and immediately they
blushed from head to toes. "That's okay, guys, don't worry, I do it all the
time."  Actually Hardy wasn't erect, but gradually on the way.
   Matt sat in the tub next to Hardy, honestly quite close.  "Mark and
Jack, we've been privileged to have you here and hope you'll be back
often. The Dukes do have gatherings here often, to celebrate, at times to
commiserate each other."
   "Oh, Matt, I told Mark that he is an honest alternate Duke, and he needs
to learn all the music and the dances, too.  In case Eve is ill or
something," he smiled, "but he would wear a costume like the other men, not
a dress."  Hardy was quick and reached over to poke Mark in the ribs and
back out of his reach.  "Also, I can tell you that we like you very much,
you are the Duke type through and through. Now, something else, we, Matt
and I, aren't immune to pokes in the ribs.  So, you are supposed to respond
in a like mann ... oof!"  Hardy had just been poked by Mark while Jack took
a turn but poked Matt.
   "Hey, I'm not in on this battle, I'm just a ..... bystan ...."  Jack got
Matt again.
   With that poke, both Matt and Hardy stood with a sudden movement and
caught the boys in a standing position. Hardy grabbed Mark while Matt
wrapped his long arms around Jack, surrounded by the bigger men.
   Hardy warned, "There is a chance of a quick retaliation poke here and
there, boys, so you have to be on your guard. The return might be a change
of pace," he nodded to Matt, "for instance, we could bend you over our
knees for the appropriate response."
   Matt and Hardy were laughing wickedly while they sat down pulled their
boy over their thighs.

   "No, no, you wouldn't, would you?" Mark whined before anyone laid a hand
on them.
   The Director of the Dukes and the Head of the Music Department suddenly
pulled down their boy's little suit, revealing their beautiful buttocks,
much alike and began to slap them a few times, nothing hurtful.
   Jack cried out, "Oh, oh, my butt is spoiled, and so it Mark's.  We're
going to tell ..... " he smiled at Matt and Hardy, "tell that you guys are
the neatest, nicest and most wonderful men we know."
   "Yes," Mark happily promised, "And we'll be back as often as we can to
let you spoil our butts all you want." The boys stood up, pulling up their
suits, "We really should get going.  Thank you so much for everything. Mark
put out his hand for shaking as did Jack. They alternated shakes with Matt
and Hardy. But they didn't get away with that. Matt hugged Mark while Hardy
pulled Jack to him for a hug.
   Matt helped them out of the tub as Hardy found some clothes for Mark.
   "Now, Mark, don't forget your mother's clothes. I'm very pleased that we
got some pictures of you both. Don't worry, those will not be shown all
around, they will be in our private Dukes book of memories.  Oh, Mark, did
your mother get some shots of you guys before you came?"
   "Oh, sure, Matt, she takes pictures of everything I do."  He blushed,
"Oh, no, I didn't mean everything.  Forget that."  He and Jack started to
laugh.
   When they were both dressed, Matt and Hardy put white terry robes on to
see them off on the way home.
   "Bye, guys, come back any time."


* * * * *


   "Where is my dress? Where is my wig? I hope you didn't lose them!"
Mark's mother greeted them at the door.
   "They are right here, Matt gave us this suit bag so they weren't
ruined.," Mark tried to placate his mother.  "Oh, Mom, those guys are
terrific.  We got to swim in their big pool and later in their hot
tub. That is such a beautiful place, you will have to see it if we get
another invite."  He did not mention the bottom spanking, since he didn't
think it was relevant. "And, Mom, I'm an alternative member of the Dukes. I
get to go with them on any road trip and I'm supposed to learn all the
Duchess's music and dance routines so I'd be ready to step in." His mother
frowned.  He hurried, "No, not as a woman, as myself. Then they wouldn't
have a woman at all."
   Mark's mother gave him a hug while Jack looked on, wishing he had a
mother like Mark's mother.  He felt sad, but quickly perked when Mark's mom
asked if he wanted to stay the night.
   "Sure, Mrs. Wellington. That would be great!"  At that, she grabbed Jack
and hugged him too.
   "Jack, I know you have some difficulties at home, but you always have a
home here.  Don't you know I love you as much as I do Mark?"  She kissed
him, too, "And will you please call me Mom, or Marilyn, whatever you wish."
Then she felt Jack shaking, sobbing and hugged him even harder. She soon
realized that Mark was holding both of them.
   "Th .. th .. thank you, Mom. I appreciate your love and hugs."
   Marilyn asked them into the kitchen, gave each a cup of coffee, "I know
it's late, but we need to talk a bit, I need do tell you what I'm thinking,
and I'd like you to tell me about you two."
   She looked at them then stood up to get the cookie jar, presenting some
chocolate chip cookies she'd made that evening.
   "Okay, my boys, I certainly know that you are in love with each other."
She smiled, "I'd have to be a blind, deaf idiot not to know that. And that
doesn't mean you are too loud at night in bed.  I just am well aware of the
sounds and what goes with them.  I may be a bit explicit here, but please
don't be embarrassed or uncomfortable.  Mark knows I have two brothers,
who, when they were about your age, thought it necessary that I know
everything about their sexual episodes between themselves and one's girl
and the other's boy friend."
   "Okay, so far?"
   "Mmm, mmm mmmm."
   Marilyn knew what that meant with cookies in their mouths. She felt they
really will go along with her exposition.
   "Mark and Jack, or is it Jack and Mark, or does it matter?"
   Two young men shaking their heads back and forth.  At that point they
obviously held hands on top of the table. She smiled at that too, and
momentarily placed her hand on theirs.
   Their minds weren't exclusively on her speech, Jack was seeing how
beautiful Mark's Mom was and Mark was thinking how beautiful Jack was.
   "There is one fact that I need to know now, have you two had anal
intercourse?"
   That struck a blow way down deep in their guts, shocking their souls,
spirits or minds.  Neither could speak, but again shook their heads 'no'.
   Finally Mark could speak, "Mom, no, we haven't, not at all.  You will
know when we do it because we will tell you when we do." He mused, "On that
point, Mom, do you suppose we could talk to Uncle Jeff about .. ah
.. stuff?'
   Marilyn smiled, her son is really smart, "I'm sure we can arrange
that. I won't tell him anything about you two, you will have to do that.
As for uncles, either one would do since they did everything together
before Uncle Charlie took off on his own.  I know he loved Jeff and loved
having sex with him, but found the other side more to his liking.  Our
parents were happy with that because they wanted grandchildren, and more
than I could produce."  She put her palm against Mark's nape, "They do love
you, dear, and Charlie's kids, too, but grandparents are often hard to
please."  She brought more cookies to the table.
   "The main thing, guys, is that I want you safe and healthy, just as much
as you do yourselves.  Right now I'm assuming that neither of you have been
with anyone else?"
   Jack answered that, "Mom, we have never done anything apart, we are the
sexy dudes, but we have participated in a few circle jerks and of course
we've jerk ... ah ... masturbated alone and together.  At the circle jerk
times, we only touched ourselves, no one else. "
   Marilyn was nodding her head, "I'm so pleased with you two, and I think
that's enough for tonight. Stay safe, I will try not to worry too much.  If
you two are worried about anything and can't find Uncle Jeff or Uncle
Charlie, come to me.  I know more that you'd think. Now time to get to bed,
you still have school tomorrow, and I want a kiss and a big hug from each
of you."  Mark and Jack performed very well with 'their' mom.
   There was a trip to the bathroom, together. Only if they had to take a
dump would they be alone.  They stripped in the bathroom and threw the
clothes down the clothes chute.
   " Oh, shit, Markie, I threw my clothes down too. I'm a total idiot."
   "That's okay, Jackie, we have plenty of stuff here to wear.  Now come
on, dude."
   Mark grabbed Jackie's half hardon and pulled him into 'their' bedroom.
   Jack always felt so much better being with Mark and in Mark's house, so
much at ease, not worried about harsh words and occasional slaps.  Mark had
stopped going to Mark's house after a slap on his butt by Jack's truck
driver father. Jack apologized to him, but he too thought Mark should not
visit that house.
   Jack did remark on how beautiful Mark had been as a woman, but that he
loved him so much better as 'his' man. The young lovers crawled into bed,
discussed their evening a bit, but mainly embraced their naked bodies and
fell asleep.


* * * * *

   Matt Ridgway and Hardy Wolfe Ridgway had enjoyed a wonderful, exciting
sexual party after the boys left.  Their sensual episodes tended to be
often rough and demanding, but they thought about the two new men they had
entertained, those handsome youngsters, so in love and so glorious to adore
in their devotion to each other.
   The soft and gentle moves that Matt and Hardy put on each other that
quiet evening worked miracles of pleasure and happiness to them, embracing
and merging their bodies and sexual gear to their best remembrance of
previous loving.  Actually, they set their bodies so that they would enable
a sixty-nine they both loved, enjoying the sensuous feelings with their
cocks in their partner's mouth, an entrance which soon was followed by the
explosion of their semen, as welcomed by the suckers and suckees alike.


* * * * *


   In another home nearby, Moose and Mike were asleep in Hamish's fabulous
mansion, in bed with Hamish, all three worn out after their afternoon's
delight earlier.  The big boys always took it easy with Hamish since he
always says "I'm too old for this", but that is a lie.  Moose and Mike do
have the time and space to make ferocious love, love between brothers, not
much approved by society, but these hot brothers never thought about
approval any more, just their needs and desires, and their love for each
other.  That transcended desires and physical love, loving each physical
body, heart, soul and mind.
   The next day Moose had a great day at school.  His English classes were
fun for him and for the kids, if you can call high school seniors 'kids'.
Moose had learned many ways to make his classes interesting and to help the
kids' develop an interest in the class.
   The superintendent, Fred Chase, did not show up in that building, in
fact, he never did appear there again.  That wasn't such a long time since
he was fired the next June, mostly for fucking the high school secretary.
Moose was overjoyed when he left, hoping that his teaching career would
flourish and advance.  He loved the wrestling team whom he was able to get
in shape for the district tournament, then regional and finally the state
competition. After wrestling practice, Moose had the habit of showering
with his boys, enjoying the give and take between them and him, the teasing
and boasting. When he was there, the extreme sexual talk and lewd chatter
trying to impress the younger ones could be tempered.  But, Moose had a
problem. After he got to know Jerry, and knew that he loved the boy, he
couldn't be near him when he was stripped naked. He couldn't shower with
them because he'd get an erection.  Lots of the boys would get hard from
time to time, but most of them ignored that young men's inability to
control his cock.  He told them he had been given an additional duty, so
had to shower later.
   While only one senior wrestler got to the state tournament and won his
class, he did so by learning so much from Moose, Moose who learned a lot
from the wrestler.  That young man, a handsome, beautifully built six foot,
180 pound hunk was no dummy.  He knew before Moose did that Moose loved him
and desired him with his whole body and soul.  Moose couldn't hide that
from Jerry Warshinski, which didn't matter, since he loved and desired
Moose.  Neither one wanted to explore their feelings about each other,
Moose because of Mike and Hamish, Jerry because of a young man, also a
senior but on the swimming team, Alex Swinford.  Actually, they knew they
were in love but as yet had not translated that feeling to sexual activity.
They would.

   Moose was standing in the middle of the hall outside of his
classroom. The last class of the day ended 10 minutes before so the entire
building was almost deserted.
   "Mathew Monahan, isn't it?"
   Moose turned to see a young woman, no doubt a teacher because of grade
books and texts in her arms.  For a second he couldn't remember her name,
but did come up with it before she had to tell him.
   "Livy, Livy Anderson," he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a
hug. "It's been so long, Livy, I've missed you since high school.  I assume
you went to college, where?"
   "Oh, Ohio State, all my family have graduated from Ohio State. I'm the
last."
   "How are your folks, Livy, I've missed visiting with them on my paper
route."
   Livy laughed, gaily and with a friendly attitude. "Moose, ah ... uh oh,
I'm not supposed to use that name, Matt, I'm sorry, I forgot."
   Moose smiled broadly, his eyes smiling in their lowered lids, "That's
okay. You are privileged to use that name, between us."
   "My folks bought a place near Orlando and let me just take over the
house here." She looked wistful, obviously missing them.  "Hey where's that
little brother of yours, Moose, I always liked him."
   "And you didn't like me, right?"  Moose smiled warmly at this lovely
girl whom he'd dated a few times, partly to keep his reputation straight.
   Livy punched Moose in his upper arm with a good fist to the shoulder.
   "Geez, Livy," he winced,"you are going to hurt me one of these days," he
groaned.  "Mike is a freshman at Windsor and we have been adopted by Dean
Hamish McAllister.  You know we were having troubles with out parents,"
Livy nodded, "well, Hamish took us in just when we needed help, the best
decision we ever made."
   Livy smiled, "That's wonderful, especially of the Dean." She raised her
eyebrows, "Moose, are you and your brother still in love .....  with each
other?"
   Moose was shocked, "What? .... " he started, "What are you saying, Livy?
We're not in love."  He was worried, almost panicked.  He blanched, his
face drained of color. Whom has she told, who else knew?
   "Moose, Moose, talk to me, dear, no one else will ever know."
   "How come you know, Livy?" He looked like he was ready to cry.  "How
come?"
   Livy pulled Moose into an empty classroom, sitting close in the
teacher's chairs behind the desk in front of the huge colored map of the
world behind them..
   "Don't worry, Moose, whether you knew it or not, I was in love with
you." She sighed, "I had hoped when we started dating that we might become
a couple. But that wasn't to happen.  And I honestly wondered why we didn't
make it. But after I watched you and Mike for a while, I realized that you
two were in love and you were the couple."
   "But ... but, Livy, how could you ...?"
   Livy took one of Moose's big hands in here two, "My friend, I wasn't
trying to 'out' you two, I just wanted to understand why you and I didn't
make it." She curled on palm around Moose's cheek, "And, I still love you,
my Moosie, I would never do anything to hurt you or Mike.  You're secret is
safe with me, baby."  Baby?, a strange term for Moose but good.
   "Thanks, Livy, I love you too, in my way and I have my Mike with me for
good."
   The two friends stood, left the classroom and finished their school work
before they could leave.  All those fun jobs that teachers love so much,
grades, attendance and reports.


* * * * *


   Assistant Music Department head, Hardy Wolfe, sat at his desk in the new
music building where he surveyed his new office, simple and uncomplicated
to his liking.  He looked at his watch to realize he just had a few minutes
before the first Dukes rehearsal meeting of the year.  His stomach curdled
a bit, nervous as a new father at the inception of the latest Dukes.
   He didn't know where his love, Matt, was, but, this was his baby to
produce a new quintet better than the last one.  He was hoping his choices
for the new members was sound and happy.  He was sure of their musical
skills and abilities, but not how they'd work together. The first Dukes and
Duchess maintained a high quality for two years, but now three of them are
gone so he was worried about the cohesiveness and companionship of the new
members.
   Hardy stretched, put his arms and hands behind his head, tensing his arm
muscles against the strength of his neck and back.  He was wearing chinos,
a Windsor sweatshirt and loafers, shiny, polished brown.  His blond curls
were in their usual disarray, but nothing could help that.  He refused to
plaster his hair with all sorts of gels, the tight curls would just have to
take care of themselves.
   Putting the records he'd been working on away, he stood and stretched
his whole body, a finely tuned muscular body which fitted himself and his
personality.  He and Matt had been together for almost two years then,
building the relationship of two gay lovers, dedicated to each other and
their vision of the life they wanted together. Although minor snags arose
from day to day, nothing they couldn't handle in their human connections
and their loving both physical and emotional.
   Hardy had been a student in Matt's Music Seminar two years before, Matt
and Hardy's first year at the college. He and Matt knew after the first
class that they were fated to be partners, lovers and destined to spent
their lives as a couple of men ordained by lust and truelove.
   Shaking his head, he knew he had to get to the room where the Dukes
would be waiting.  He shut and locked his office door, walked calmly down
the hall, trying to make his appearance reflect a strong, effective
impression of confidence in himself and in his students. He was wearing a
light blue dress shirt over a yellow T-shirt underneath, feeling self
possessed of his own abilities and assets.
   First he saw Todd and Roger sitting at the piano, plunking out some sort
of melody on an instrument neither one could play.  That sight renewed
Hardy's strength and turned his worried mouth into a sunny smile.
   "Hey, guys, where's everybody?"
   Roger looked up to check out Hardy. "Well, Boss, Rick and his new buddy,
Jack, are supposedly practicing in one of the rooms, and Jamal and Mark are
spreading lies about how successful they are with women. Actually, that, of
course, is bull shit. Sir." He stood suddenly, threw one arm up in a
salute. He hit his forehead with his hand and groaned.
   Hardy raised his voice directly, "Okay, Dukes and Duchess, let's gather
for the first rehearsal of the new season. Right here." He pointed to the
group of five chairs and five music stands.  Mark and Jamal had been told
to observe the five players, Mark especially since he had to learn the
Duchess's music and actions.
   The four men present sat quietly, knowing that Eve was not in
attendance, she had not made the scene on time.  Nothing was said until
Hardy directed, "Okay, let's start with the Frescobaldi, go with Roger as
usual. He will give you the beat and the tempo."
   Hardy's fury fought with his natural calm personality as he tried to
keep his anger from erupting.  Where the hell was that damn woman? 'We
can't rehearse with one member missing.  Just doesn't work.'
   Finally, a half hour late, Eve Gardiniere walked in with her French horn
still in the case. She should have been warming up first.  They would just
have to wait for her.  'For the last time', he swore under his breath.
   When Eve was finally settled with music on the stand, the group
initiated a tense, but worthwhile rehearsal.  Except for the fact that Eve
obviously hadn't practiced before stopping in, the other four Dukes gave a
good performance.
   Hardy stayed in the background, observing but did not comment on their
playing. He listened closely and walked around to check balance between
instruments and tonal cohesion.  When he passed Jamal, he asked him very
quietly to tell the men to leave the room as quickly as they could when the
session was over.
   "Okay, folks," Hardy was trying to be calm, "regular practice
tomorrow. Same time."
   He turned to pick up his papers, then noticed, as requested, that the
Dukes were gone except for Eve.
   He faced Eve, "Say, Eve, I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes. Have
a seat."
   She gave Hardy the look of a wounded animal, "I can't now, I have an
appointment."  She hadn't sat, just stood holding her case, "I really need
to go."
   Hardy walked close to Eve, knowing it would take a intimidating
attitude. "Eve, according to my watch, it is now 5:45. Our rehearsals are
scheduled for 2 hours, if you remember from your instructions, and we quit
early.  Now, to me that means I have your time until 6. I'll let you go as
soon as I can, but I want to talk to you now!"  His fiercest glower didn't
seem to affect her.
   "Sorry, but I just have to leave."  Eve turned to walk away.
   "Miss Gardeniere, do you have any desire to be a member of the Dukes of
Windsor!"  Hardy was as angry as he had ever been since his former lover
walked out on him years before.  He kept his voice as low as he could, but
underlaid with his furious temper.
   Hardy stood in front of Eve with arms akimbo, just waiting for her to
reply.
   She stayed quiet, challenging Hardy to continue his courteous tirade.
   "Miss Gardeniere, you were half an hour late to practice, you hadn't
looked over the music and your schedule must be out of synch.  Can you at
least tell my why you were late?"
   The young woman finally gave in and sat down. "I have a class that isn't
over until four thirty."
   "I checked your schedule just three days ago, I had arranged it so you
would be able to make the practice.  What happened?"
   She looked at him, "I didn't like my schedule so I changed it."
   "Why didn't you like it?"
   She shrugged her shoulder, "I just didn't like the arrangement of my
classes."
   "This is too much, Eve. You were given the instructions for Dukes
membership, you knew we have practice Monday, Wednesday and Friday from
four to six.  You signed the contract that you would follow the directions
for membership. Now, on the day of our first practice, you have violated
most of them." He moderated his voice, "Eve, I'm trying to understand and
give you a chance to explain. We picked you as the Duchess because of your
abilities on the French horn, your looks, your dancing. How did we go
wrong?"
   When Eve turned to look at Hardy, tears were sliding down her cheeks and
she was shaking, her arms wrapped around her chest, her eyes had been
focused on the floor.  The dark-haired woman had given up challenging
Hardy's position.
   "Mr. Wolfe, I am scared.  I'm scared I won't be able to fit into the
group, I'm not very out-going and I'm afraid I'm too shy to perform well.
I've been feeling the pressure building ever since I came to Windsor."
   Hardy knew he had to help. Christine, the former Duchess, had felt so
strongly that Eve would be the perfect choice.  He thought, 'Aha, the
original Duchess, Wallis Simpson, had been under unimaginable
pressure. Maybe that would help.'
   "Eve, have you ever heard of Mrs. Wallis Simpson and the Duke of
Windsor?"
   Slowly she moved her head from left to right and back.
   "Well, this is a very romantic story.  The King of England, Edward the
Eighth, was a single man at his succession to the throne. But, he had
fallen in love with an American woman, a society lady who had been married
and divorced, and remarried to Ernest Simpson. Her maiden name was Wallis
Warfield who delighted in English society and the society of royalty."
   "After meeting the King, Wallis determined to divorce Mr. Simpson to
marry him. In England the Kings were supposed to marry other Royals, and
definitely not a divorced woman.  But King Edward was resolved to marry
her, divorced and commoner, didn't matter to him.  However, it mattered a
great deal to the English people and the English government. This whole
situation presented a state of emergency to the government.  Parliament,
the legislature, would force Edward to abide by their decision. He would
not be allowed to marry Mrs. Simpson."
   "So, think of these two people, Eve, Edward, 43, and Wallis, 41, having
fallen love, could not be together.  Talk about pressure on the King and
his commoner choice for a bride.  Coming down to the last moments of the
struggle."
   "There was only one possible solution. The King must give up the throne,
he must abdicate his calling, leave England, to be able to marry Wallis.
Mrs. Simpson's divorce came through in time for them to be married, this
was in 1937.  He did abdicate and his brother, George VI, took over the
throne in 1936.  Edward and Wallis were exiled to France where they lived a
life of society for many years."
   "Edward died in 1972 while Wallis lived until 1992 when she died at the
age of 90."
   He paused, waiting to see if she had understood.  "Eve, can you ever
imagine the pressure on those lovers, everyone in the world was watching
them, the publicity had made them the talk of the world in a sense."
   Eve smiled wryly, "I see what you are getting at."
   "Yes, and our Dukes and Duchess of Windsor came from them.  After the
King abdicated, he was given another title, Duke of Windsor, which he
remained for the rest of his life."
   "The costumes we wear came from the period of the 1930s, men in tuxedos
and slim, tall women in silky, long form-fitting dresses.  You saw the tape
so you know what I'm talking about."  He gave Eve a warm, likable smile,
"Eve, how about we start completely over again, Friday will be our first
rehearsal all together.  I know the men you will be playing with.  Although
two are brand new, like you, Roger and Rick have two year's experience
already. They all will help you if you will let them. Respond to their
attempts at being friendly. At times that will mean some good-hearted
teasing, but try to take it with good humor. You know at least three of
them are gay. Can you live with that?"
   "Actually I'm sure Chris told you about Matt Ridgway and me, that we are
partners?"
   "Yes, she did mention it." She smiled slyly, "Some of my best friends
are gay."
   Hardy laughed, "Are you sure?  Do you mean Darren and Peter?"
   "Yes, they really are so cute. I love them even though I bitch at them
often. I'll miss them this year."
   "Can you do it, Eve Gardeniere?"
   Hardy saw a stiffness come to her body, a resolution to force herself
into the Duchess they all wanted.
   "Yes, yes I can."
   Hardy jumped up, held his arms out until she also stood up and gave her
his patented hug.  She finally participated in his hug, relaxing against
Hardy.
   "Thank you, Mr. Wolfe, I will do my best."
   Hardy broke up their hug, "One other thing, Eve. The Dukes and Duchess
have always been a close group, everyone helping everyone else,
particularly, socializing is important. We wanted you to come last night,
but this weekend will be another party. Some of these swimming parties get
a little wild so I hope a few naked men wouldn't bother you, right?"
   Eve blushed, smirking, "I haven't met one I didn't like."
   Then Hardy did the laughing, "That's a good girl, Eve, I think we are
going to get along.  And I will tell you that Chris never did undress in
front of the men." He hadn't forgotten when Chris had gotten naked with
Roger, a misguided attempt to initiate him into straight sex.
   Eve gathered her horn and belongings to leave, "Oh, Eve, I'm going to
make a decision now, the Dukes will meet at the farmhouse for a swim and
social party.  Do you have a car on campus?"
   "No, but I can get there, I may bring a friend." Her smile reeked of
evil intentions.
   "That's fine, about 7 pm or so, and please do come."
   "Okay, thanks Mr. Wolfe."
   "That's Hardy, please, Eve. Better that way."
   Eve grinned again, clearly at ease and in a good mood." She wouldn't
tell Hardy, but she was planning to bring her friends from Michigan, Darren
Foster and Peter Workman, her gay brotherly friends.


* * * * *


   That evening, Mark and Jack undressed in Mark's bedroom after they'd
eaten sparingly of the full dinner Mark's mother had served.  Both were
extremely excited about their participation with the Dukes, Jack as an
active member, Mark as an alternate member. Their nerves were being jangled
and spazzed enough to dull their appetites for food.
   Jack sat down on the bed after he had stripped to his boxer briefs
though his arms and legs seemed to be articulated by strings from above,
his nervous system being shocked from inside.
   "Markie, that is the most excited I have been in my life." He looked up
into Mark's face. "I am so hyped, man, I can't even explain how great I
feel."  He stood and wrapped Mark in his arms, pulling him close. "Markie,
I so much want to be with you on the Dukes.  I know you will be the
alternate to the Duchess, and that's great since you go with us wherever. I
just wish you could be playing too."
   Mark was so thrilled with Jack's feelings he could hardly talk.  But he
did manage, "Jack, it's okay, I'll be with you. That's all I care about.  I
love you so much, I'm at a loss to explain how much.  We'll be together,
that will fill me with your presence, your love and your body."  Mark had
opened his belt and top button. He felt Jack's hands slide inside the back
of his pants, and under his boxers to clutch his naked butt with steely
fingers. "That's so hot, Jackie, I love your hands on my body, especially
there."
   Jackie look up to smile at his lover, "Well, ya know I like that too,
bud, your hands on my butt and you could return the favor and push down my
boxers. Okay?"
   Mark Wellington was just over six feet and 170 pounds while Jack stayed
at five feet, ten inches and 160 pounds.  Both young men had played enough
sports to have a muscular body though not defined like a gymnast or body
builder.  When they wrestled in fun, Mark could always pin Jack in a short
time, not with ease but not too hard a struggle. Yet Mark had to watch Jack
carefully, though, because he was much quicker.
   As they had told Hardy, they had never had anal sex, though they had
seen some videos where they saw it.  To each of them it looked too gross
and had a good possibility of being hurt.  However, their butts attracted
them, both being not too prominent bubble butts, drawing their hands to the
fulness and muscularity with sexual surface softness.
   Jack's hands slid around Mark's body and released his pants and
underpants to fall around his ankles.  After that Jack pulled Mark's shirt
over his head, they were naked and wrapped up in their partner.  Jack
pulled Mark to the bed where they fell over when Mark's pants tripped him.
That was where they wanted to be, in their arms together.


* * * * *


   At the Gooding's farm house Will and Greg finished their chores, had
supper and were lazing on their front porch, rocking away, sipping iced
tea. The summer had not left and probably wouldn't for a month or so.
Their purchase of the house had not left much time for landscaping or doing
much with the exterior, so it would have to last the winter in the present
conditions.  The house was well equipped with storm windows and doors,
insulation and weather stripping and sealing.  Both agreed they would have
to try to hold the natural gas bills to a minimum.
   "Greg, I wonder how Matt and Hardy keep that house weather tight,
especially in the pool room.  They must have some terrific gas bills to
pay."
   "I'm sure you are right, Will, but from what I've heard about them, they
won't have trouble coming up with the cash, even Hardy is well funded, soon
if not right now. He inherited a few million from his father who killed
himself a couple years ago, it would be his when he is 25 I believe.  Matt
and his brother, Steve, are rich, though Steve probably has the most. He
sold his computer company for millions.
   "And, Steve's partner, Gary, has a very profitable law practice. He got
almost half a million from Matt's case against his publisher.  And Matt had
a book out which is selling out all the time, republishing often.  And
then, Hardy's mother has plenty which he could have whenever he wanted.
But, he won't ask his mother. He doesn't want to be supported by her.  He
gets a fair salary at the college."
   Will thought a moment, "We're going to be all right, Greg, aren't we?  I
have money and you are earning a bunch."
   Greg reached out for Will's hand, "Babe, we are going to be fine. You
are going to be a famous trumpet player and rich from that, too."  He
smiled lovingly, "Right?"  Will nodded. "But I have a feeling we better get
your money down here in Windsor, farther away from your parents. Your
lawyer is still watching them, isn't he?  You pay him enough."
   Will wasn't sure, but thought it was a good idea. "We better do
that. I'll call Matt to see where we should go and whom we should talk to."
   Will pulled his cell phone from his pocket, punched Matt's number and
waited.
   "Hi, Matt, this is Will. I have a question for you."
   "Yeah, Greg's fine. This concerns a bunch of money I have in a bank in
Toledo, and we've decided I'd better have it close to us here."
   "Oh, he's for it. It was his idea."
   "What I wanted to ask is where should be go and who would help us best."
   "Okay, the First National Bank, and Mr. Landsdown.  I got that."
   "Thanks, Matt, I have something to tell, exciting for me, but it will
have to keep.  Thanks again, Bye."
   Will closed his cell phone, "That's settled, hey, the banks are still
open. Let's go.  I'll call my lawyer on the way so he knows what we are
doing."  They jumped, well, Will walked carefully, to Greg's truck to go
the short distance to the bank.
   "What is your special exciting thing that happened today? You haven't
told me, Willie."  Greg grabbed Will's left thigh, pinching with his strong
fingers.
   "Ouch, Greg, that hurts. I hadn't thought of it until talking to Matt.
I drove near the college gym, parked and went inside, not knowing where to
go. I had heard they have a gymnastics room in there and the team was
working out. So I wanted to see what was going on."
   "We're here, Will, tell me later, let's get out business done here
first."
   Will had brought all his records of his accounts in Toledo so when they
asked for Mr.  Landsdown, saying they were friends of Matt Ridgway as Matt
had told him to say, the banker appeared before them quickly.
   "You are the friends of Matt Ridgway."  He held out his hand, shaking
with each of them.
   "Hi, Will Gooding, and this is my cousin, Greg Gooding.  I'm a student
at Windsor and he teaches there."
   "I'm pleased to meet you. Matt Ridgway is a good man, so talented."
   "We agree," Will continued. "I need some help moving money from Toledo
to your bank here.  I have a number of accounts there, these are the latest
records of each one." Will handed those to Mr. Landsdown, "Will there be
problems?"
   "I don't see why, Will. I will need information from you, which, I
assure, will be secure in the bank That's quite a bit of money, Will, we'll
keep it safe for you."
   "Greg, anything else you can think of?"
   "I'd suggest you call your lawyer so he doesn't think someone is trying
to steal your money."  Greg smiled at his lover, "You are the only one who
can talk to him."
   Will grinned, "You are right at that, Greg."
   Mr. Landsdown smiled, "That's a good idea, Will. I will take care of
this and if you will stop back tomorrow, I should have everything in order
for you."
   "Thank you, Mr. Landsdown, I appreciate it."


* * * * *


   After Will and Greg returned to fix dinner at their farmhouse, Greg
pestered Will to tell him what was special that happened that day.
   "Okay, Greg, here it is. I drove over to the college gym where I'd been
told they had a room for gymnastics and had a team. I didn't even know that
there was a Windsor gymnastics team.
   "Anyway, I wandered around a bit until I found the room, more by
following my ears than anything, the squeaks and thuds.  I walked in and
sat in a chair by the door, watching the men as they worked.  I didn't see
much talent but one or two I thought might make some progress.
   "I was daydreaming and didn't notice someone approaching me from the
side.  The man said 'hi' and I looked at him, older, maybe a coach. I stood
up suddenly and lost my balance since I hadn't planted my left leg solidly.
I almost went down but was saved by the guy who held me up until I could
get my feet under me.
   "Whoa, there, are you all right now?"  The young man was holding me
around my chest, trying to steady both of us.  I felt his tight body
against mine, and immediately I fazed out, not knowing where I was."
   I held on to him, too, and felt wonderful muscles on his arms and
chest. "Oh, man, thank you so much. I about took a header then."
   We both let go at the same time and I turned to look at him.  I knew the
face but couldn't place where I'd seen him.
   He was looking at my face quizzically, "Hey, I know you, but I can't
....  Oh I've got it, you are Will Gooding.  I watched you a lot at last
years state finals.  Man, you are the greatest."
   I looked closer, "Sure, I know you too, Coach ... ah ... Inman ... isn't
it?"
   "It sure is, Will, and I was so pleased that you took the state title,
even though I had some athletes there.  They weren't anywhere near your
ability.  You were so great, Will, what are you doing at Windsor."
   "I'm a student here now, Coach, I live with my cousin, Greg, who teaches
fire science."
   The coach grabbed Will's hand, "I want to shake your hand, Will, I
didn't get a chance last year.  I wanted to thank you for such a marvelous
performance.  I was totally thrilled with it."  They shook hands and sat
down.  "And, since you are going to be around, my name is John and I wish
you would use it."
   Will smiled at the handsome man beside him, "Thanks, I'd be honored." He
looked down at his leg, "You may have wondered why I almost fell."  Will
looked so sad that the coach was sure something horrible had happened.
   "That did cross my mind, Will, can you tell me?"
   Will nodded, "Last May I was in a car accident and my left leg was
crushed.  Soon after the doctors had to amputate most of my leg below the
knee. So I have a prosthesis now, taking the place of half the leg."
   Will was so surprised to look at John's face to see tears in his eyes,
"Oh, god, Will, I'm so sorry.  Nothing like that should have happened to
you.  Ever."  To Will, John was someone he'd never met before, someone who
had seen him perform at the tournament.  Here he was weeping for Will
because of his leg loss.  "Will, how did it happen?" He wiped his eyes.
   Will explained about the accident, how it had happened because of a
driver who was high and stoned.  "John, when you think about it, I wouldn't
have been contesting for many more years, maybe four years.  I did have my
time of glory and have to find that sufficient."  He rubbed his left knee
which had gotten a little bruised when he almost fell.  Will had an
idea. "Say, John, could I be of any help to you with your squad, I can't
actually perform any more, but might be able to help you.  Is that a
possibility?"
   John Inman brightened immediately, "Oh, yes, Will, that would be
wonderful." He laughed, "When can you start?"
   "I am a bit rushed right now, I'm playing with the Windsor band and
maybe the Dukes of Windsor later.  I'd have to polish up my dancing for
that."
   John was pleased meeting Will, he looked content in spite of his loss,
happy and positive. For all his trouble, he managed to stay hopeful and
focusing on the future. He was sure having Will on the coaching team would
pep up the whole program.
   "Unfortunately, Will, I can't pay you anything, but I can give you the
title of Assistant Coach, how's that?"
   "Sounds great. How often do you have the whole team for practice?  In
this room?"
   John stood, "Come on, Will, I want to introduce you to the team". He
helped Will up out of his chair and watched him closely, ready to help him
if need be.  One blast of his whistle brought the nine team members to him.
John continued, "We meet five days a week at 5:30 here, some days are for
advanced members only, other days for beginners or first year.
   Will watched as they approached, each face unique, but the bodies were
clones of the natural gymnast's body.  Usually short, very well muscled,
but not the muscles of a weight lifter, but muscles that were fine and
clear, but for lifting and throwing around their own body, not iron
weights.
   John introduced each of them to Will, telling them who he was, a State
Champion, but because of an accident, he could no longer exercise.  Only
two of the men made any impression on Will, one, a blond, maybe 5' 7" named
Junior Hawkins, another, auburn hair, a little shorter than Junior, same
hot body, named Dexter Seamon.  After looking at them, Will felt trouble
coming from those handsome faces and beautiful bodies.  For him!  How will
he be able to stay away from them?  He will just have to, somehow.
   Will spoke a little to each gymnast he met, but more to Dexter and
Junior alike.  They spoke well and seemed quite intelligent, though
exuberant in their youth.  Will decided he would take the chance to work
with these two guys.
   As the guys went back to their exercises, Will asked John, "I would like
to work with Junior and Dex if that's possible. But I'll help wherever you
want me."
   John laughed, "Leave it to you to take the best ones." He playfully
punched Will in the shoulder, but not hard. "That's okay, Will, you got
them."  He put one arm around Will's shoulders, holding him close. Will
felt the warmth of the man's body, and also of his friendliness and
sympathy. 'He's a good man,' he thought, 'and he just may be one of the
family.'  He smiled at that thought.
   Will spoke a little to each gymnast he met, but more to Dexter and
Junior alike.  They spoke well and seemed quite intelligent, though
exuberant in their youth.  Will decided he would take the chance to work
with these two guys.
   As the guys went back to their exercises, Will asked John, "I would like
to work with Junior and Dex if that's possible. But I'll help wherever you
want me."
   John laughed, "Leave it to you to take the best ones." He playfully
punched Will in the shoulder, but not hard. "That's okay, Will, you got
them."  He put one arm around Will's shoulders, holding him close. Will
felt the warmth of the man's body, and also of his friendliness and
sympathy. 'He's a good man,' he thought, 'and he just may be one of the
family.'  He smiled at that thought.
   Back with Greg, Will asked him what he thought.
   "It's fine with me, Willie, but will you be able to take it, that is,
not being able to do your usual exercises."
   Will hugged Greg, "Lover, with your help I can do it. I'll get my
satisfaction from helping those guys to do their best."  He kissed Greg and
ran his hand down inside Greg's pants and boxers, playing with his
beautiful butt.  His seduction scene was successful, later.