Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2006 14:01:43 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes of Windsor - II - 9
DUKES OF WINDSOR
Book II
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and includes their sexual
activities. This tale is entirely fictional. Any similarities to actual
people, places or events are purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or
if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area, please leave
now. Always be SAFE. Otherwise read on and I hope you enjoy.
The Dukes of Windsor, Copyright 2004,2005 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights
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whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying
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answering mail for the story. Thanks, Paul
The original story of The Dukes of Windsor ended at 38 chapters. These
twelve new chapters follow Chapter 37 but one year later. Chapter 38 would
still be the end of the story.
Also, I wish to give my grateful thanks to David, Jesse and Tim for
assisting me by editing all or part of these chapters. I'll be forever
thankful of your help.
* * * * *
Memorial
With great sadness, I dedicate this portion of Dukes of Windsor to the
memory of my best friend and life long love who passed away on December 19,
2005. He was the inspiration and guiding hand for my story and for a major
part of my life.
Requiescat in Pace, Jack.
* * * * *
Chapter 9
On Friday, the next day, Hardy's second practice of the Dukes
of Windsor, took place with all members in attendance. Eve was there. Eve
realized that Mark was to learn her music parts and the group's dance
movements by watching her constantly and closely. He was beginning to get
on her nerves.
He didn't get near her or even talk to her, but she resented
his presence all the time. She hadn't complained to Hardy or Matt, but was
thinking about it. When Eve next took a good look at Mark, she realized
that he was very good looking, hotly handsome and attractive. She also
realized that Mark and Jack were partners so that meant they were gay.
She wondered about that, maybe he isn't really gay, he might
just be shy. Then she remembered her friends at the University of
Michigan, Darren Foster and Peter Workman. They were so cute, partners and
no question that they were gay. She was trying to think of a way to get
rid of Mark Wellington. Maybe she would find another guy who could take
him away from Jack, maybe Darren or Peter would come down for a few days.
She had thought of taking Darren and Peter to the next party at Ridgway. If
the Dukes were going to perform somewhere out of town, she could have
Darren meet Mark in Windsor and seduce him. Eve didn't know that wherever
the Dukes went, Mark would travel with them, too. He was an alternate
member so he traveled with the Dukes wherever.
The practice that day turned out to be 100 % better than the
one on Wednesday. Eve had practiced her music the day before so she was
almost ready. The three newbies, Jack, Eve and Alden were a bit on edge
and therefore made little mistakes that they wouldn't make with more
experience.
The music they worked on was new to all of them, nothing
familiar, but most handled it with balance and poise. Only one of the new
ones had any dancing with it, but the steps were simple and caused no real
problems. When they took a short break, she watch how Jack and Mark spent
the time in one of the practice rooms, very close and talking quietly.
That gave Eve and idea. She could take Mark away from Jack, it would be
easy.
At the end of the practice Eve asked Hardy if she and Mark
could go over the music and dancing for a little while. "Sure, Eve, you and
Mark can do that. The custodian will be around soon to lock up and you will
have to leave then."
Mark was happy because he needed some help with music and a
lot with the dancing. He and Eve sat down with their horns and stands. Eve
was sparkling with Mark as she never had before. She touched Mark's body
every chance she got, specially one time when she was standing behind Mark
pointing places in the music where he needed to work. As she pointed, her
tits pressed again and again against Mark's shoulder. And, when they
danced, she was as tight to Mark as possible, pushing her tits into Mark's
chest, for a moment her hands slipped down to cup Mark's buttocks. That
seemed to worry Mark and he moved away.
Jack, of course, had been waiting all that time and finally
walked to them, asking Mark, "Hey, Mark, we have to go, we're have dinner
at your house."
Without much thought, Mark said, "You can go ahead. I'll come
along when we are finished."
"Mark, aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"We have your car, you need to drive us home."
Mark looked puzzled, finally, "Oh, yeah, guess we better go."
Jack was becoming more and more pissed with Mark, what the
hell was he doing with that woman. Jack had a thought, 'I bet that bitch
is trying to seduce Mark, so she can break us up.' His eyes started to tear
up before he could stop. He got out a tissue and blew his nose, wiping the
tears at the same time.
Mark finally put his horn away, picked up his books and took
off with Jack after saying thank you and a sweet good-bye to Eve. . Still
in a daze, Mark got in his car and sat in the passenger front seat. Jack
looked at his friend, just sitting there with a flat, dull face, no
expression at all. He finally decided that Mark wasn't going to drive, so
he'd better do it or they would never get home. He took the keys from
Mark's flaccid hand, moved him over, started the car and drove toward
Mark's house. He often drove Mark's car so no problem there. But Jack
didn't know what to say to Mark. He seemed to be numb, nothing going
through his mind, no interest in the world around him.
Jack slowly entered Mark's driveway but Mark stayed seated, he
didn't move. Jack wondered what the hell was going on.
"Man, what is it? Where have you gone." Mark said nothing so
Jack pushed himself onto Mark's side, grabbed him in his arms and gave his
a good, sloppy kiss, pushing he tongue inside to find Mark's. Mark
struggled a bit, but finally gave in.
Jack pulled his head back to look into Mark's eyes, still
seeing disorder there, fuzzy focus nothing but a dull light.
"Mark," Jack screamed, "wake up, baby, talk to me." Jack
couldn't believe how his lover was acting..
Finally, Mark seemed to wake up, to see who was talking to him
and who was holding him. He turned toward Jack, his face opened like a rose
in bloom.
"Jack, oh Jackie, I don't know what happened to me." He shook
his head, "That damn bitch, she's never getting that close to me ever
again." He looked at Jack, "I'm sorry, babe, I don't know why I went zooey
on you." He grabbed Jack in his arms, "I went into a trance, I guess, shit,
I couldn't feel what I was doing. Did I really drive home?"
Jack chuckled, "No, babe, I did. See, you're sitting in the
passenger seat? I was a little worried. I know you are a very good driver,
but you sure weren't yourself." He gave Mark another hot kiss, biting his
lips.
"Man, she's got to be one of them whadayacallem ... from
those operas .... sirens or Loreleis or somethin'? Those part bird women
who lured sailors to their deaths at sea. Man, if that's a seduction, I
never want another." He turned his head toward his lover, "Jackie, love,
I'm so glad you got me out of there. Come on, let's go in for dinner."
Jack's eyes were full of tears, "God, Markie, I'm so glad you
are okay, I'll admit I was getting so scared I'd lost you." He was
honestly frightened, "Don't do that again, please?"
Mark put his hand behind Jackie's head, pulled him into a
splendiferous, loving kiss.
Jackie pulled away, "Hey, Markie, your mother is coming out to
get us. Shouldn't we straighten up? She doesn't look happy." Mark glanced
to see his mother stomping down the driveway.
He opened the door, "It's okay, Mom, we had a scare but we're
all right. We're coming in for dinner if we can."
Marilyn Wellington stopped and smiled at her 'boys'. "You guys
were giving me some strange ideas, you never have fooled around in the
driveway before, have you?"
Mark spoke up, "No, Mom, something crazy happened at Dukes
practice and we were trying to get back to normal," he laughed, "if we
could ever be termed 'normal'." He looked at Jack and giggled.
At the dinner table Mark and Jackie told their mom what had
happened at school. "You mean she was really trying to seduce you, Mark?"
"Yeah, Mom, she was all over me like skin, I was trying to
learn her music and her dances. But I didn't get far. She was touching me
all over, grabbed my butt, she even brushed my dick with her hand a couple
of times. Probably trying to feel if I was hard. I thought she was on of
those ..... Loreleis, you know, the Rhine maidens. We learned about them in
music class talking about Wagner and Lohengrin. She even stuck her boobs
everywhere she could." He cut another piece of steak, "Mom, I was almost in
a coma, ask Jack, he was watching all the time. Finally he said we had to
get home, you would have dinner on the table." He chuckled, "I wasn't
copacetic at all, but Jack stayed with me. He drove us home, thank
goodness, I couldn't have."
Jack spoke up, "I think she was trying to break us up. She
knew I was in one of the practice rooms, but didn't care. Geez, Mom, that
girl is an alien from Jupiter or somewhere."
Marilyn started to clean up the table. "Guys, I think you
should tell Hardy. He shouldn't want someone like that in the group."
Coming back from the kitchen, "Maybe she was trying to get rid of Mark so
he couldn't replace her."
Marilyn looked at the two boys, "Do you have a lot of
homework, guys? " She seemed hopeful, "If not, I think you two should go to
bed and recover from the 'siren's curse'. Okay?"
"Mom, you are the greatest." Both boys ran to hug their 'Mom'.
"And you are not to come down until morning ..... that is,
unless you get ravenous. Okay?"
"Sure, Mom." They ran up the stairs, Mark first with Jackie
feeling those luscious cheeks swinging in front of him along the way.
Jack was thinking about kneading them, licking them and
teasing Mark's anus with his tongue. He hadn't done that before but
decided he needed to inflame his lover to negate Eve's hurtful efforts.
Downstairs Marilyn gave a huge sigh of relief, thinking, if
they don't tell Hardy, she would. She knew her boys would have a busy night
in bed, loving each other, forgetting the bitch.
Mark had Jackie in his arms, "I love you so, babe, and I need
you, no one else." He began undressing Jack, sliding his plaid shirt off
his shoulders, then pulled his t-shirt up as Jack raised his arms. Before
Jack could lower his arms, Mark stuck his tongue in his right armpit,
licking the hair and tasty sweat he found, "Oh, Jackie, you are so yummy,
especially in here."
Mark caressed Jack's sides while he found another target,
Jack's dime-sized nipple areolas and little nubs, being surrounded by a few
strands of black hair. He sucked on one, then the other, back and forth
before he slid down to Jack's innie navel that he tongued greedily. He felt
he'd had a close call, wondering what would have happened if Jack hadn't
been with him.
The taller boy continued to undress Jack. He opened his belt
and snap, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor, revealing his
boxer-briefs gripping his bubble butt, cupping his balls and the 6 inch
cock, swollen head and all. Mark sank to the floor, his face pressing into
the pouch in his shorts, licking his bulge until the whole thing was wet.
"Oh, Markie, that is so good, I forgive you of anything and
everything. Love me, man."
Jackie's back was facing the window, plenty of light to bring
out his muscles and strong spine. Quickly, Mark pulled his boxer-briefs to
his ankles, grabbing his cock as it popped out into his mouth. Mark sucked
for a while, then stood up again. He clutched his lover's body to his own,
"Oh, Jackie, I love you so, I'm very sorry for this afternoon. I lost
touch with reality for a while, I don't know why, but I won't get near her
again." They hugged strongly, desperately.
Suddenly, Mark's mother changed her mind. She raced up the
stairs and gave a tap-tap on Mark's door, "Hi, guys," she actually burst
in, "don't mind me, just wanted a word. Will you tell Hardy what Eve did or
not." She was next to them and both boys were embarrassed from head to
toe, as red as they could possible be. Jack's embarrassment was obvious,
he was naked, but Mark was holding him very close to hide his hot
adornment.
"Oh, Jackie," she started, excited as she could get, "you're
getting hair around your nipples, I'm so pleased." She stunned her 'boys'
with her comment, then she looked behind Jack in the bright light. With
both hands she spread Jack's buttocks apart, "Oh, lordy, Jackie, I'm so
pleased again, you have hair inside your butt," she released him and
slapped Jack's buttocks lightly. "You are growing up so fine, honey."
Suddenly she grabbed both young men in her arms, "Oh my boys, please don't
be mad, I love you so much. I just needed a little close encounter with
you, Jack, and my own boy, too." Marilyn Wellington was just babbling,
embarrassed, too.
Jack asked, "Madam, we'd like to know what you have done with
our mother, where did you put her?" He and Mark were smiling at her
"Jackie, please don't be mad, I love you so much." She patted
her son Mark on his bottom, still covered with his jeans, "Thank you two
for not going berserk. I can't promise I won't ever do it again, but, you
know, I'm your mother. And Jack, I changed your diapers often, too, so I'm
allowed. I feel so much love with you too."
The young men decided to have compassion for their mother and
grabbed her before she could leave the room. "Mom," they said jointly,
"it's all right. We understand and we forgive you." Jack nodded, "And,
Mom, don't you ever tell anyone what you did, please, especially to my
mother. She hasn't seen me naked for at least fifteen years, she'd be
jealous." He grinned broadly, giving Marilyn a kiss on her cheek. "And,"
he emphasized, "she's never seen this and now you have." He nodded down to
the swollen cock he was holding in his hand. "Okay?"
By then, Marilyn really was embarrassed. She blushed, "For
that I'm sorry, Jackie, please just forgive me."
Jack said, "No problem. Your son, Mark, seems to like it." He
and Mark chuckled in rhythm, "Yeah, Mom, that's the last you'll ever see of
that." Mark finished the warning.
* * * * *
Hardy, in his office at that moment, was receiving some good
news from Dean McAllister on the phone.
"Hardy, I wanted you to know we have a junior girl enrolling
as I speak. She is transferring from Baldwin-Wallace. Her records have been
faxed to me and she looks like a very good student, great grades in music,
her major. And get this, Hardy, she has majored in an instrument - guess
what!"
Hardy decided to go for the 'gold', "French Horn?"
"Bingo, you got it!" Hamish was excited for Hardy, knowing
about Eve.
"Hamish, is she there now?" Hardy himself was excited, hoping
she played like a dream.
"Yup, where do you want to meet her, in the rehearsal room?"
"Sure do, pard, you keep getting this kind of student, I'll be
set for a while."
"Okay, man, I'll show her around a bit on the way." He
whispered, "She's gorgeous."
Hardy wanted to know more. "What's her name, Hamish?"
"Grace Kelly. When I asked if she were related to the other
Grace Kelly, she didn't know who I was talking about. But she seems very
bright."
"That's great, Oh Omnipotent Dean, see you."
* * * * *
Hardy couldn't believe his eyes when Grace Kelly walked into
the room. He smiled and sat her beside him on the director's podium. She
was a natural blond, gorgeous features with a tempting body, everything in
the right place and plenty of it.
"Grace, how did you come to pick Windsor College after
Baldwin-Wallace?"
A softly modulated voice floated to his ears, well controlled
and rather husky. She smiled, "Mr. Wolfe, I heard the Dukes and Duchess
perform last year in River City, my home town. I started asking around and
finally found out where the group was from."
"Grace, I'm wondering if you could possibly play a bit for me?
I'd appreciate it." Hardy smiled his most gracious to urge her on. He was
thinking, 'I wish she'd come here a month ago.' He still was amazed at her
loveliness, a different beauty than Christine the former Duchess, but a
great one."Oh, Grace. I have a school French horn here, not great, but
maybe you could use it."
They walked into the instrument room that was deserted. Hardy
didn't want anyone to hear her right now. Now he needed a good reason to
drop Eve from the group.
"What year are you now, Grace?"
"Mr. Wolfe, I'm a junior. According to Dean McAllister, all my
classes from B-W will transfer equally here and I'm ahead of my course
work." She reached out to take the horn case from Hardy, "I'll play part
of a concerto by Richard Strauss, if you don't mind." She pulled the horn
out of the case, turning her nose up a little from the odor.
Hardy pointed to the corner, "There is a sink, towels and
cleaning brushes there, Grace."
Before long Grace fixed the horn to her liking, oiling slides
and valves and began to play. Hardy was thrilled by her performance.
French horn can be a nasty instrument to play, treacherous and risky, only
played by daring people. Her tone and intonation were superb, articulation
fine and musical knowledge perfect. He thought, 'I sure wish she had come
sooner. Well, maybe I can figure some way to use her.'
"Grace, you play beautifully and I'm very anxious for you to
join our music department. I really hope you like it with us, and have a
good experience. I'll be talking to you later when I'm sure what to do
with you." He laughed kindly, "Don't be alarmed, you are going to do well
here."
"Thanks, Mr. Wolfe, see you tomorrow in band."
"Good."
Grace had just left the room and Hardy started to do likewise.
Then a mature, attractive woman was in his way. "Hi, do I know you?"
"Mr. Wolfe, I'm Marilyn Wellington, my son is Mark Wellington,
alternate to the Dukes of Windsor. And, my practically adopted son, Jack,
is in the Dukes." She gave a little smile, but her eyes didn't smile. Her
body posture was almost threatening.
"Welcome Mrs. Wellington. I remember you now, and we're very
pleased with Mark's work around here. And Jack's too. By the way, Mark
makes a beautiful Duchess." He grinned.
"I'm not here for a report on my sons, I'm here to complain
about the abuse given my son yesterday by one of your other students."
Marilyn was pissed, and didn't give Hardy an inch of space to
talk. She told him exactly what Mark and Jackie had told her, sexual
imposition from Eve Gardinerie that he didn't want.
Hardy could tell that Mark's mother was furious, and it
sounded rightly so. Eve was obviously seeking to get rid of Mark or, more
possibly, trying to split up Mark and Jackie. He wasn't sure what he
should do at that point, but he knew he better so something quick.
"Mrs. Wellington, I'll present your complaint to the Dean,
Hamish McAllister, and get his reading on it. He will have to interview
Mark, but that should be just a formality. I'm am particularly sorry that
anything like that should happen here at Windsor, and specially to one of
my favorite students. I can't tell you exactly what will happen, that's
for the Dean to decide, but I hope you will be satisfied."
Then she smiled at Hardy, loving to look at this handsome,
hunky man, wondering if he could be persuaded to come to dinner, bringing
his partner, Matt Ridgway, with him.
Hardy explained, "Mrs. Wellington .... "
She gushed, "Oh please, call me Marilyn." She almost
simpered. When her real self returned, "Oh, I'm sorry, you were saying
... "
Hardy realized what had happened, she was overcome by his
looks and presence, "That's okay, ah .. Marilyn, I was going to say that I
will call you when I learn what the Dean thinks."
"Thank you, Mr. Wolfe ... "
"Now, Marilyn, you can call me Hardy if you'd like." He took
her arm, "And I'll see you to your car, it's getting late and a little
dark." To make conversation on the way outside, "I think you have a fine
son," he paused, he looked into her eyes, "and, I believe, a very fine son
in law. Is that right?"
She blushed a little, "Yes, but Mark and Jack have been
together for years. Jack lives across the street and I've practically
adopted him. Jack's parents have given him a hard time for his
relationship with Mark. I've tried talking to them, but no go. They
refuse to listen." She looked brightly at Hardy, "I just may have to adopt
him." She smiled at that, "And I certainly wouldn't mind that at all,
except that would be incest, so I better not. Thank you, Hardy, I'll talk
to you tomorrow probably," she said expectantly.
"Yes, that's right, as soon as I know anything. We'll have a
talk with the girl too."
"Bye" He helped her to her car, making sure she was inside and
safe. Although, the Windsor campus had been fortunate to have practically
no crime or other incidents of that sort.
* * * * *
"Markie, I don't believe your mother. What got into her?
She's usually so sensible and almost introverted, how did she ever get the
nerve to come in on us after she told us to get to bed and play, and
especially to check the hair on my nipples and even around my asshole."
Jack snickered, "I really didn't mind, it just surprise the hell out of
me." He still laughed, "Maybe we could just run around naked all the time,
suppose she'd like that?"
Mark pressed his naked body against Jack's, hanging on
tight. "You've got me, Jackie, I never would have believed she'd do that.
Maybe she really likes your ass ... like I do." He grinned into Jack's
face, "Turn over, man, I've never checked out the hair in your ass." Jack
lay on his stomach and Mark parted his buttocks. "Damn, Jack, you do have
a bunch of hair, can hardly see where your hole is."
"I didn't know that, Markie, it's a little difficult to see
your own asshole." He patted Mark's buttocks, "Hey, you roll over, I'll
check yours." Jack sat up and moved between Mark's legs, up and over his
butt, spreading the cheeks with his hands.
"Oh god, Markie, you don't have any hair. Oh, wait a minute, I
think I see some just around it." He poked a finger in the crack, touching
around the hole. "Give me your hand, I'll see if you can feel any."
Jack grabbed Mark's hand, pointing his fingers in the crack
near the hole. "Do you feel any hair?"
Mark moved his fingers up and down the crack with no success
finding any hair.
Jack held the glorious mounds of flesh apart and pushed his
face into the crack. His tongue pointed at the hole, trying to feel any
hair. "Oh, Mark, you have such a cute anus, and it is winking at me. Shall
I investigate further, baby?"
Mark's groaning indicated for him to do that, so Jackie
slathered the whole crack from perineum to his coccyx, back and forth
laying down a layer of saliva. With that he wet down a forefinger that
slowly entered Mark's anus, into the moist heat and warmth of Mark's
channel of love. He pushed in and pulled out the straight digit, soon
adding another finger, then another one. "Markie, may I?" Jack was asking
if he could put his cock inside the sheath.
"Of course, lover, I'm waiting for it. Do it!!"
Jack had Mark raise his loins until he could shove a pillow
under them. Again, he licked the cleft, pointing to the anus, pushing
inside as far as he could, loving the pressure Mark's anus put on his
tongue. They'd not anal intercourse before, and Jack had never rimmed him.
Getting to his knees, Jack was extremely excited, his
breathing rapid and jerky but he was determined. He dropped a glob of
saliva into his palm, coating his stiff cock well. His glans pressed
against Mark's anus, gradually cramming a little harder until, after Mark
pushed back, his cock slid into easily into the fires of Mark's rear end,
boiling in the heat and passion of their loving.
Mark lay with his head resting on his arms, his face to the
left where Jackie leaned over to kiss his luscious lips, "Markie, I love
you so much, I love being inside you where I can fill you with my seed." He
giggled, "I guess I can't make you pregnant, but you can't blame me for
trying. You know, later on, we might be able to adopt a baby, wouldn't
that be sweet?"
"Sure, honey, wish I could produce one, but I'm all out of any
eggs." He chuckled.
He felt Mark's chuckles as his body reacted, jerking with his
anus tightening on his cock. "I sure hope your mother doesn't pop in
again, I would be terminally embarrassed then."
Jack hugged Mark's body, feeling his hard pecs and tweaking
his tender nipples while he still pumped his ramrod into his lover. "I'm
getting close, Markie, come with me, will you, we'll shoot together, me up
in you where you can protect all those little swimmers. Maybe one will
connect."
Jack pumped furiously into Mark as his excitement rose, he was
aroused more until the boiling torrent from his testicles poured forth into
Mark's cavern. "Take me, Mark." Jack's hand was on Mark's cock, jerking him
with renewed effort, bringing him to his climax. They came and soon
collapsed to the bed.
"Love," Mark addressed Jack in a low, soft voice, "you have my
permission to drag me away if I get near Eve again. And, if she gets near
me, you are to sacrifice yourself by getting between us to protect me."
Mark chuckled at his partner lovingly, he knew he had really lucked out
when Jack fell in love with him.
* * * * *
Two days after that loving scene, the Dean had investigated
the situation between Eve and Mark. Eve didn't deny anything and decided to
return to Michigan. Not a bad decision since her scholarship had been
revoked along with her membership in the Dukes. The Dean reminded Eve that
her assault on Mark was an indictable offense that he would forget if she
left.
Hardy called Mark into his office. He welcomed him, put an arm
around his shoulders and led him to a chair.
"Mark, I'm sorry you were pulled into that incident, but I'd
guess you will be well aware of another like it." He smiled at Mark, one of
his warmest and really loving smiles. "I am sorry that I still can't put
you into the lead Duchess spot on the Dukes. I loved your impersonation of
a Duchess a while ago, but I'm afraid we still need a woman. You will still
be an alternate. And, if the new Duchess is sick for any reason, you will
take over, just not in a dress. Is that okay?"
"That's okay, Hardy," Mark leaned toward him, basking in the
warmth of his smile. Mark was thinking it would be easy to fall in love
with his director. "Just to be with the group, and maybe perform a few
times would be super, a dream of mine. Thanks, Hardy."
"I can tell you that we do have a horn player of the feminine
variety to step right in. Her name is Grace Kelly, a virtuoso on the
instrument. She transferred from Baldwin-Wallace to Windsor yesterday and
will be with the Dukes for the next rehearsal. I gave her the music and
asked her to look into it." Hardy did notice mixed feelings in Mark's
face, "Just remember, you will be going along on all Dukes trips."
Mark flashed every brilliant white tooth in his mouth while
smiling, "Hardy, that's so neat, I appreciate it. Just to be with Jackie is
a plus with me." He remembered his wonderful, sexy, amorous loving he got
from Jackie just two days ago. He could still feel Jack's big log up his
own love channel. Of course, his dick started to grow and grow, bulging
his pants right in front of Hardy. He was thinking ahead when he got to
investigate Jackie's rear end.
As Mark left, Hardy did notice that Mark had a hard on, and
wondered just who that was for, himself or Jackie. He decided that his
money would be on Jack. He thought, 'That kid is one of the hottest I've
ever seen. And so nice.'
* * * * *
The next day after his last class, Will reached the gymnastics
gym early for practice with Junior and Dexter so he looked around at the
equipment, including a pommel horse, balance beam, high bar, parallel bar,
flying rings, and other stuff lying around along with the required safety
mats. When Will last competed at State, he won the all around championship
with the best marks in all exercises he'd performed. Of course gymnastics
competition had changed since then.
He found a rosin bag to wipe on his hands and made a jump for
the flying rings. He honestly was surprised that he made it the first
time, and with only the one good leg. He was smiling, happy just to be in
that position. He knew he was out of shape, his muscles were screaming, but
he decided to at least try. His prosthesis was as heavy as the part
missing from his leg. That would keep him in balance more or less.
Will began to review his last exercise on the rings, he pulled
himself up so his arms were straight down to the rings. He was balancing
himself, still not sure he could pull this off. He lowered himself until
his arms were straight out from his shoulders, still holding his body up.
A big smile appeared on Will's face, 'So far so good', he
thought. He started swinging until he could float his whole body around
360 degrees back to the same position. Slowly he began to try other more
difficult maneuvers. He was primarily afraid of hitting his head with the
prosthetic foot - hard as hell.
He must have been exercising a while when he realized he
wouldn't be able to do any more, so he slowed and hung straight down from
the rings. He was startled to hear lots of applause and turned to view the
whole gym. He saw John leading his gymnastics team, clapping for Will.
Will didn't realize he'd exercised for almost fifteen minutes,
not much for him when he'd been in shape with two whole legs, but still
quite a bit. He knew he was in trouble getting down. He didn't want to
break his good leg.
"John, anybody, could somebody catch me, I'd rather not break
a leg." He laughed, "I'm in a bit of trouble."
The whole group ran to him, but since John was the tallest, he
said he'd catch Will.
"Okay, Will, let go, I'll get you." Coach John was grinning at
him, a bit worried, but still amazed that Will could perform as he did.
So Will pulled his legs up and let go of the rings. In a
second he was standing on the floor with both legs holding him up.
"Will, that was amazing, man, and with a prosthesis, too.
Guys, this is some man here."
All nine gymnasts applauded again, grinning at Will who
grinned back at them. "I was being really stupid there to think I could do
it. I actually never thought about getting down." Will's arms ached
fiercely but he wasn't going to let anyone else know it. All the gymnasts
said 'Good going', or 'Way to go, man', or patted him on the back or butt.
He turned to see Dexter's hand leaving his rear end.
"You guys are the greatest, thanks." Will patted them, too.
He started to pat Dexter on his butt, but decided to save it for later,
possibly.
The rest of the time, Will watched Dex and Junior work, Dexter
on the rings and Junior on the horizontal bar. They were getting the
techniques down, but not smoothly. He asked Junior to hoist him up so he
could reach the bar, so Junior grabbed him around the knees, using his legs
to get him high enough.
Will tried to show Junior some moves on the bar, not too
successfully.
He asked Junior to catch him.
"Damn, you're strong, Junior, where'd you work out?" Will was
interested in this guy.
"On the farm, Will." He grinned innocently, not a duplicitous
bone in his body. Will loved already the boy in that hunky body, so nice
and honest.
"That's great, Junior, but you will need to learn to use your
strength more smoothly, more gracefully." He grinned, "I know that word
might not seem manly to you, but in gymnastics you have to find that polish
and elegance to win." Will put his arm around Junior's shoulders, "I'm
sure you will do that, Junior, and before long, too."
"Thanks, Will, I appreciate your words. Will you help Dexter,
too, we're pretty close."
Will could have told him he already knew that, but wondered
how close they were.
"Sure, I'm going to help him too. Do you guys work together
much?"
Junior gave a joyous grin, "On everything." He blushed, but
wasn't bashful about it.
"Let's both go help Dexter, it will help to have one on either
side."
Will looked at Dexter's moves critically, he noted his muscles
weren't as big as Junior's, but were still fine. He might find grace and
elegance before Junior. Will's goal was to get both of them ready for
their first exhibitions in a couple of months.
They watched Dexter work out, helping him when needed.
Actually his dismount was quite good, and Will told him so.
Junior laughed, "Will, he's always been better than me at
that." He turned to look Will in his eyes, pressing his thoughts to him,
"If you would, I do need help for dismount."
"Yes, we'll work on that as much as anything." He looked at
his watch, "Time's up, get your showers. I can take you home, if you'd
like" He watched them walk together to the shower, shyly bumping together
at times, staying close. Will wondered again how close they were.
He went to talk to Coach John who had been helping the other
students.
Will smiled, "Those two are going to be great, John. I've told
them they need to be graceful and elegant. I don't think they had thought
of that for gymnasts." He smiled again, "Thanks for letting me have
them. Anytime you want you can step in, don't mind me." He was so pleased
that John had let him go that far. "Just how close do you think Dex and
Junior are? And I think you know what I mean."
"Yes, Will, I do, very well. I'll have to say I don't
know. I'm fairly sure, but I'm quite a bit older, they may think of me as
grandpa. You might have better luck."
"Okay, John. I will call you about coming over. Greg and I
have loads of room, quite a house."
John looked at Will strangely, "Do you happen to mean Greg
Gooding, little man?" He smiled while asking the question. "The Greg I know
is teaching fire science here. Just met him the other day." He gave Will a
sneaky smile. "So that's your Greg. How did you ever manage that?"
Will just smiled, "Someday I just may tell you, but don't hold
your breath." He noticed that Dex and Junior were coming from the locker
room. "I promised Dex and Junior I'd give them a ride home. Do they live
close?"
"Junior lives on a farm and I think Dex lives at the same
place, not quite sure how."
Will patted John on the back, "If I ever find out, I'll let
you know."
Will, the assistant coach, said, "Ready?"
They followed Will out to his new car, being envious as hell.
"Would you guys sit in the back, I gotta pick up a friend."
"Is this yours, Will? It's hot."
"Yup, just got it last week."
"We think it's kewl, really, really, kewl." The two students
chuckled, "Geez, you must be made of money."
"No, guys, I just got some money from the insurance company
after I hurt my leg."
Will picked up Mike who was waiting at the History Building.
"Hi, man, I see you picked up some more friends." Mike was
considering these other guys, they looked hot to him.
"Yeah, I'll drop you off later." He introduced Mike to Dexter
and Junior. "Hi."
After Will asked them where he should go, explaining he'd only
been living inWindsor three weeks. It didn't take long to find out they
lived in the farm behind Will's house, a few hundreds of yards away.
"See that house over there on highway, that's where I live
with my cousin."
Junior smiled and hinted, "We'll be over to see you and your
cousin. If that's all right."
"Sure, guys, just let me know when you are coming. See you
tomorrow."
Will and Mike watched as they walked side by side to another
farm house not in great shape, but not bad. He would have to tell Greg all
about them, and what he'd done that day.
"Man, Will, they are terminally cute - how'd you get with
them."
"Well, Mikey, I'm now the Assistant Gymnastics coach as of
today."
"That's great, Will, so you are coaching them."
"Just these two, Mike, they are the best."
Mike smiled, "Go for it, Willie," Mike poked Will in the ribs,
teasing him.
* * * * *
"You mean you really got on the flying rings?" Greg couldn't
believe what Will had just said. "Are you crazy? Baby, you could have
really gotten hurt." Greg was really upset, "Oh, baby, I can't believe you
did it." Greg's eyes were filling with tears, he brought Will into a
frightened hug, closing his arms around Will. "Oh, baby."
"Greg, what is the matter, I wasn't hurt, I wasn't going to
get hurt." He tried to get away from Greg, "The guys were there, they
would have helped me if I'd been in trouble. In fact John helped me down
off the rings, when I didn't want to just fall."
Greg lay down on the couch with Will still in his arms and on
top. "Will, love, you scared the hell out of me. You know how much I love
you, I don't want you damaged. If you had hurt your good leg, you'd really
be in difficulties."
Will then felt like a shit that he'd upset Greg so bad. "G-G,
you know I'd never do anything to hurt you. Please believe me. I felt so
good today, my arms and back and all over, it just felt so good." Will
held Greg's face with both hands and kissed his lips, tears in his eyes,
too. "I'm sorry, Greg, I guess I wasn't thinking right. It felt so good to
hang from those rings again. I think I was trying to go back. I won't do
it again, babe."
Greg kissed back, "I was afraid you might feel that way, Will.
Will you do this for me? If you try it again, please be sure someone is
with you all the time who can help. Okay?"
Will felt totally subdued, and guilty. "Yes, Greg, I will do
that. But I would like to get back in shape if I can without trouble.
And, I think it might help my dancing, maybe."
"Lover, I will help you with your dancing. My middle name is
Fred, you know."
Will giggled, poked Greg and said, "I know what your middle
name is, and it isn't Fred."
The two men stayed on the couch, on their sides, caressing and
kissing all the while, not worried about any problems. The couch had been
one of their new purchases since the move. It was much better that Greg's
old one that he'd borrowed from his father a few years before. The new one
was all leather, a deep, red-brown color, and very squishy, therefore
comfortable.
"Greg?"
"Yes, Will."
"Could we get a hot tub soon?"
Greg sighed. "Where would we put it, they are pretty big?"
"But the Ridgway's have one in their ...."
Greg spoke quietly, calmly. "They are rich, lover."
Will looked downcast and sad,, then brightened, "Why not of
the back porch? Maybe we could close the porch in with siding?"
Greg held Will's face with both hands, kissing his lips
lightly and quickly. "Okay, babe, I'll think about how we could do that.
Had you seen any hot tubs to know how much they are?"
Will looked fierce, "Greg, we have loads of money. We could
buy it." He was excited.
Greg sat up on the couch and pulled Will on his lap. "Honey,
when did they say you could get a new leg?" He gazed seriously into Will's
eyes.
Will thought, "I think in a few months." Will hadn't thought
about a new leg coming up.
"Yes, and how much will it cost?"
As his face reddened, Will stuttered. "Well, .... ah ..... uh
... er I don't remember, Greg."
"Ya know, hon, I've heard of the new prostheses that are
wonderful. They include a computer that will learn nuances of an
individuals movements and adjust itself. They have a control module made up
of sensors, computer chip and software that will react immediately to
changes in the wearers gait so there's less strain on hips and backs."
Greg pulled Will's body tight to his own. "Didn't I hear something about
maybe $100,000 or more?"
Tears filled Will's eyes are soon overflowed, "Oh, Greg, I
know, but .... but ... bu .... I will have enough, won't I?" Will grabbed
Greg's neck and shoulders, burying his face between the two. In a soft,
child-like voice, Will whispered in Greg's ear, "I'll work for it, G-G, as
hard as I can. Please, G-G, let me get one."
"Well," Greg started, "It's your ....."
"No, Greg, it's OUR money, not mine. I thought we'd agreed on
that. I can't get one unless you want it, too."
Greg could still feel wet around his neck, knowing that Will
was upset, but didn't really know what he should do.
"I have an idea, Will, let's investigate how much the new leg
would cost. Then we can plan what to get. Wouldn't a new leg be more
useful, babe? Might make your dancing more possible."
Will tore himself away from Greg. "I don't care. Maybe I'll
just go buy one." He was seething, not happy with his lover at that
moment.
"Will, come back, please. Let's talk about this some more."
Greg wasn't too worried, sometimes Will didn't show the maturity he should
have had.
Will limped to the front door and opened it. Greg called to
him. "Will, wait please, let's talk about it."
Will slammed the door, hobbling down the steps to his new
car. Within two minutes he was driving out to the main road. Greg hadn't
gotten up, but could tell by the various motor sounds just what Will was
doing. He also recognized that he turned north toward Windsor.
Greg was trying to decide what he should do, race after Will,
wait until he came home, or head to the nearest hot tub store. Finally,
Greg picked up his keys and jacket. Within a few minutes he was driving
his pickup into Windsor. He hoped to find Will quickly.
* * * * *
As was their usual design, Matt and Hardy spent an hour or so
together in the den, going over their experiences of that day's routine,
sometimes not so routine.
Hardy had been explaining to Matt how well the Duchess mess
had turned out. He felt that he was, against all odds, so lucky to have a
female french horn player transfer to Windsor just in time. And that
performer, Grace Kelly, was a natural, a virtuoso on the instrument who
honestly had no idea how great she was. Hardy was pleased to give her his
opinion of her abilities. When he told her, he was sure she didn't believe
him.
Hardy and Matt were again lying on the leather sofa in their
den, having a glass of wine before dinner. Matt was lying on his back and
Hardy lay on his left side, his body tight with Matt. Hardy's right arm
enclosed Matt's chest while his fingers caressed Matt's side. Each man was
recovering from a difficult day, though confronting different problems for
each. Matt's problem was a female instructor who left her class after
telling her students she wouldn't be back. The woman was pregnant,
unmarried and didn't seem likely to look for a husband.
Her preparations before leaving did not include informing her
employers of her imminent departure. No one knew ahead of time or she
would have been stopped. Matt was informed by two of the students in her
harmony class, Mike Monahan and Mark Wellington, who stopped at his office
to ask about their teacher.
"So, Hardy, I had no warning, and, I have no substitute for
her classes. Guess I'll have to step in and take over. None of them
coincide with the band rehearsal at noon ..... ." Matt's words trickled
off. "Hey, man, how about going with me to her apartment. She might be
still there."
Hardy agreed swiftly with Matt's plan, he was ready. Matt
told his mother-in-law they would be back soon. Taking Matt's van, they
drove the short way to Windsor and found East Maple Street, number 873,
apartment 6. Matt's knuckles rapped on the door since they found no bell
push by the door. No sound. Again Matt knocked more loudly, hoping to find
her home. But, no answer.
Hardy, on a whim, tried the door handle and learned it wasn't
locked, it opened to his touch. He looked at Matt, questioning if they
should go in.
"I guess we might as well, better not touch anything, though,
just in case."
The small apartment had a living room/kitchen together, a bath
and finally, one bedroom. The livingroom looked normal, no sign of packing
or leaving. When they entered the bedroom, both of them gasped, shocked at
their view. The teacher, Ann Broder, was lying in her bed, spread pulled up
under her arms that lay on top. It looked at first as if some scenic
director had posed her, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her face calm,
though pale. Neither man moved for a minute or so, hardly breathing,
themselves also pale.
Matt spoke, "Hardy, we better check her out, I haven't noticed
any breathing on her part."
Hardy moved to the bedside, took her right wrist in his
fingers to concentrate on looking for a pulse. He slowly shook his head,
then felt for a pulse in her carotid artery on the right side.
"No pulse, Matt, but you can check too if you want."
"No need, Wolfie, you know what you are doing. You have any
ideas?"
"I'd say she was a young healthy woman, not likely to die any
time soon. But she has." When Hardy had lifted her arm, he felt no
resistance of rigor mortis or stiffness. "There is no rigor, Matt, so she's
been dead a while."
By that time Matt had pulled out his cell phone and pushed the
speed button for Lieutenant Reardon's cell phone. Wherever he was, it
would reach him.
"Reardon." Not a pleasant voice from Les.
"Where are you Les?" Matt wanted to know if he was available.
"No, you first, where are you, and probably Hardy." Les
wasn't being helpful.
"Well, Les, we're in a bedroom with the body of a young
teacher at school. We are 99% sure she is dead. But, you might want to
check."
"Damn it, Matt, you're in trouble again. What am I going to do
with you? Always bothering me."
"Geez, Les, the last time we got you some robbers, vicious
criminals."
"Yes, you and your army of misfits. All right, where are
you?"
Matt gave him all the details of their location, "We'll be
here waiting, Les, AND we won't touch anything."
"So you think it's a crime scene?" Les was not believing the
guys, but went along with it.
"That's how I would bet." Matt felt that Les wasn't sure they
knew what they were doing.
"Don't move until I get there. Maybe half an hour. I was
busy."
The time of Lieutenant Reardon's arrival was hardly 15 minutes
later.
"Okay, you two amateur detectives, tell me where you went when
you came in. And, how did you get in."
That was easy for Matt and Hardy, they did so little, telling
him the door was unlocked.
"And, what all did you touch?"
"Well, Hardy touched her right wrist and neck. Other than
that, we touched nothing except the door knob."
"Now, who is she?"
"Her name is Ann Broder, she was an instructor in the Music
Department until today when she told the students that she wouldn't be back
and left the room. That was early this morning, about eight hours ago. I
didn't find out until later in the day when some students of hers stopped
in at my office."
Les started more questions, somewhat calmed down, "How soon
can you get me some pertinent facts about her, home town, relatives, age,
and so on."
Matt thought, "I think I have that information in my office
that I can get right away. That soon enough?"
Les Reardon gave Matt a foul look for his snide
comment. "Sooner would be better."
Within fifteen minutes Matt was back with all the information
he had about her. "She had just started teaching here this fall, so I don't
know much about her, like friends or dates."
"Matt, the medical examiner is here so we'll know something
soon."
Before Matt and Hardy left, they learned that she'd been dead
about 10 hours, and she had been moved to the bed after she died. Les was
still considering suicide, though since she had been moved, he wasn't sure
about that.
"Talk to you guys later, your good deed has been done, you can
go home."
Matt and Hardy were used to Les Reardon's crusty attitude with
them, but they did appreciate his investigative techniques, agreed he was a
fine policeman.
* * * * *
Greg reached Windsor and headed toward the only hot tub store
he knew in the city. He parked in front, but didn't see Will's SUV. He
thought, 'I'd better check this out.'
"Hi, can I help you?"
Greg smiled, "I hope so. Was there a young man with a limp in
here a few minutes ago?"
"Yes, there was one in here, looking at the different hot
tubs, mainly looking at prices, I believe."
The young salesman was cute, Greg thought, quite attractive.
"Could you tell me how long ago he left?" Greg smiled, "I need
to catch up with him."
"I suppose 20 minutes ago, about that."
"Thanks." Greg walked back out to his truck. He had a hunch.
He drove through the city to the residence of Dean McAllister
on the hill. As he figured, Will's SUV was parked in the drive. Will had
been driving Mike Monahan, Hamish's adopted son, to school for a couple
weeks. Greg reckoned they had become good friends by that time.
He pushed the buzzer by the huge front door. He was very
impressed with the mansion, large but well designed, lots of curb appeal
though it sure didn't need curb appeal to look super.
The door opened, "Hi, Greg, come on in. Neither Mike nor
Moose are here, so Will and I've been talking. I have to admit you have a
wonderful boy there, Greg. He's so well cultured and most polite."
The two men entered the living room where Will sat on one end
of the large couch. He didn't look happy and hadn't noticed Greg coming
toward him. He finally marked Greg's arrival and immediately turn crimson,
but was frozen in place.
"Greg, I'll get something to drink for you." Hamish
disappeared into the kitchen as Greg closed with Will, holding out his
arms. Will shot up and wrapped his arms around Greg.
"Oh, Greg, I'm sorry, that was so stupid of me. I ... I
... can't .... underst..."
"It's okay, Willie, no problem. You know I love you more than
anything. I'm sorry I wasn't much help, I guess, when I should have been."
Greg knew that Will was dripping tears on his chest, dampening
his knit shirt.
"Go ahead, love, I was just a little worried about you,
praying that you would be safe."
Will groaned, "I'm so sorry, babe, I love you so much. Thanks
for coming to find me."
Hamish McAllister reentered the living room with some pop for
each of them. He had made a strategic withdrawal from what he figured must
have been a lover's tiff.
Everyone was all smiles then, including Will. Hamish had been
worried about him and would have called Greg soon. He should have known
Greg would find him. They all sat down on the couch with a can of pop in
their hands.
"Did Will tell you what we'd been talking about before he
left?"
"No, not really, but I assumed just a little difference of
opinion."
Greg took time, with Will practically in his lap, to tell
Hamish the whole story.,. about all of Will's money and his needs too,
especially the new prosthesis that would be needed before long.
"Hamish, I've never been in a hot tub or Jacuzzi in my life.
I suppose there is a lot about them that I'm unaware of."
Hamish was incredulous, "You've never been in one?"
"Nope."
"Well, I can fix that. In this house we have a Jacuzzi, all
warmed up for Mike and Moose when they got home. But, they called a while
ago that they would be late. So, guys, I want you two to take the plunge
and try it." Hamish smiled warmly for them, he realized that their
relationship was still very new, hadn't solidified. The ten years of age
difference would make a difference, too. He loved these two men.
"Oh, Hamish, we couldn't do that. We don't have suits with us
or anything."
Hamish stood up, "What do you think people wear in a Jacuzzi?
They wear nothing. There are plenty of towels in the room and places to
hang your clothes. You can also lock the door in case Mike and Moose come
home early and decide to bathe." He smiled again, "Probably that would be a
good idea." He turned to Will and Greg, "Come on, guys, I'll show you where
it is hiding."
While they followed Hamish to the hot tub, Will's Little Willy
was getting excited fast, to be naked with Greg in the Jacuzzi would be
hotter than the water. And, if they didn't lock the door, Mike and Moose
might come in too. He smiled hopefully to himself. He loved those guys.
Hamish took them through the kitchen to a small door set in
the far corner. He opened it, flicked the lights on and let them enter.
They were amazed with the room, four feet of beautiful blue tiling on the
walls and all over the floor with a silver drain in the center. The
Jacuzzi, a big hot tub sat at the far end with more of the tile along the
sides and surfaces.
Hamish pointed to built in cabinets along one wall, dark
wooden doors and shelves taking up most of one side. "Here, in these
cabinets are towels and robes as you prefer. You will be able to lay your
clothes on the counter, or hang them up on the hooks." He pointed to the
other end of the room, "Here is a shower to rinse off before and after your
bath." They saw a glass enclosed two man shower in the corner. "Now, my
friends, you get to it and enjoy. I'll be fixing a little snack for when
you are finished. I always do that for Mike and Moose in the evening."
Hamish grinned at them and dashed out the door.
Will and Greg looked at each other, not quite sure just what
to do. They investigated the hot tub, the blue water, bubbles rising from
the inputs and the seat all around under the water. By the time Greg
turned around to see what Will thought, he found his lover undressed down
to his shorts. Will thought of reminded Greg to lock the door, but, he
hesitated, it might be more fun if he doesn't lock it. He smiled to
himself.
"Greg, you're going to have to help me get over there when I
take off my leg. Okay?"
Greg lifted Will high enough to set him on the tiled counter
where he carefully took off Will's leg then his undershorts. He put one arm
around Will's chest, lifted and slid his shorts off his legs. While he had
Will in off the counter, he couldn't resist caressing his buttocks, those
beautiful bubbled mounds of solid flesh. Will grabbed Greg around his
neck, holding on tight as he kissed his lover on the lips. Greg let one
long finger slide deep in Will's cleft, tantalizing him, causing his body
to shiver with erotic excitement.
Greg smiled lovingly and let Will sit again. Greg had his
clothes off in less that a minute, ruffling his soft cock and balls with
one hand while he laid the clothes down carefully. Picking Will up again,
under his arms and knees, he carried his loving man to the tub.
As he held Will over the hot water, "Will, reach down to see
how hot it is. I don't want to burn you."
Will did that and told Greg to let him down slowly.
The feeling of the warm water rising up his body was so
soothing, relaxing to him.
"Come on in, Greg, it's great, so neat."
Neither one had thrown a hard one until they both sat on the
tiles under water. Sitting right beside Greg, Will rested his arms on the
rim, lifted himself until he could swing over to sit on Greg's lap.
Greg couldn't help watching Will's fantastic body move with
such ease, his closely defined muscles working so smoothly. He was amazed
as usual watching Will's musculature, it was so arousing, so attracting of
his attention. When Will sat on his lap, Greg grabbed him with both arms,
caressing him, feeling his own cock erecting its considerable mass of
sensitive flesh to a dark red/purple swollen glans on the tip.
Will couldn't help forcing his tongue into Greg's mouth where
it fought for supremacy with his lover's tongue, worshiping him so
desperately.
"Greg, I'm so sorry I took off. I guess I'm not as mature as I
thought. I promise I won't ever do that again." He grinned, "You have my
permission to whip my butt if I do."
Greg smiled warmly, "I don't think I could ever do that, my
Will. Well, maybe a love tap." He chuckled while nuzzling and caressing
Will all over.
The two young men clutched the other's hard body, exalting in
the nerve sensations caused by their excitement. Both hard cocks were at
full assertion. They were enjoying the bubbles surrounding their bodies,
warm and tickling, delighting both men.
Greg grabbed Will's six-incher, caressing it, sliding the skin
along the length, pressing with his thumb on the head, feeling that the
pre-cum was oozing on the glans even under water. He whispered into Will's
ear, "Willie, I need this piece of yours well inside me, I need the
intimate connection with you, please." He kissed his cousin, his loving
cousin, and felt the buzzing in his head.
Greg decided the Jacuzzi was the greatest, he hadn't been as
excited in quite a while as he was then. Just being in the warm water with
Will had aroused him to electric shocks all over. And, having Will on his
lap, rubbing Will's six-incher was glorious, so sexy and erotic.
"Will, I'd wish you'd sit on my cock, please." He kissed Will
on his forehead, his nose and eyes, cheeks and lips, opening his mouth
enough to suck in Will's lips and tongue. His hands were strongly
caressing Will's cute buttocks, those pert and brazen globes of soft skin
and hard, hard muscles. If he were to lose Will, he could never find a
better lover, ever. He wouldn't look.
Greg lifted Will above his vertical hard cock and began to
slowly let him drop toward it. When the blunt head pressed on his anus,
Will pushed to open his sphincter and accept this hard evidence of Greg's
love into his love chute. Very gradually Greg let Will slip lower, feeling
his anus and sphincter grip his cock with the grasp of the tightest mouth.
After his poker had been totally welcomed into Will's chute, his own pubes
pressed on Will's balls and perineum.
Suddenly Greg wanted to be standing, shoving his love into
Will, so he stood, telling Will to hold on to the rim of the hot tub. Will
worked it out, standing on his only full leg, but steading himself with his
partial leg resting on the seating, humping back at Greg, forcing Greg's
cock even deeper into his body. Greg was partly holding Will in that
position, but also was able to grab Will's cock to spread his precum all
over the shaft and head.
"Oh, god, Greg, you are giving me your body and your life,
hold me tight, I need you so bad, man, I love you.
"Willie, you are my body and now my soul, I'll love you
forever."
Greg was feeling the sensations of Will's anus, sphincter and
the soft, moist flesh of his rectum. He was having difficulty absorbing
all the miracles of Will's insides against him. He was thrusting against
Will, pulling him to his body and laid his chest on Will's back, while
still poking with his loins, sending his cock smashing through Will's
defenses, already well breached.
"G-g, I'm coming, I'm coming, keep kneading me." He chuckled,
"Take that any way you want."
Greg was at his limit, the pressures in his groin building up,
ready to explode and send his sperm crashing through his pulsing cock into
Will's ass. Will's seed had accomplished the same route, ramming along
Will's urethra to eject from his piss slit, splashing in the warm water
below them. Will reached behind him to clutch Greg's butt, pulling him
further inside his rectum, feeling Greg cock throbbing yet, pumping his
seed into Will.
Suddenly the Jacuzzi room door crashing open, banging back
onto the wall behind it. Mike and Moose dashed into the room, Mike chasing
Moose to the Jacuzzi. Will and Greg were frozen in place, Greg's hard rod
still inside Will's bottom.
"Oh my god." That was Moose yelling to get Mike's attention.
"Stop Mikey, stop."
Greg and Will could only stare at these hot young men.
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To be continued: