Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2008 13:15:27 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: David and Jonathan chapter 10

David and Jonathan
Chapter Ten

By the time school was about to begin, Matty had become well accustomed to
his new life.  He went from poverty to privileged rich kid overnight, and
he was well suited for the role.  For the past few weeks he had been
attending a sports camp in the neighborhood. He got along just fine with
the other attendees.  It didn't hurt him that David and Jonathan had
enrolled him under the name Matthew Davis Caldwell.  The Caldwell name drew
lots of respect.

Clay and Steve returned home just before Labor Day.  They were anxious to
meet the new addition to the household.  The twins had warned them about
Matty's sexual proclivities, and they were equally as anxious to see how
far Matty would go with it as far as they were concerned.

Immediately, Clay and Steve joined the family in parading nude around the
house when nobody else was there, and Matty liked what he saw.  The very
first night the elder Caldwells were home, everyone retired to their own
rooms.  Matty knew that was just a subterfuge and he listened carefully.
He eventually heard doors opening and closing.  When things quieted down,
he went out into the hallway and traced noises to Clay's and Steve's room.
He boldly opened the door to find his parents and grandparents sitting on
the bed in their birthday suits and sporting good size hardons.

"What took you so long?" Jon asked him laughing.  Matty laughed too and
jumped on Jon's lap.  He started lap dancing while groping David at the
same time.  He was not quite ready to pounce on Clay and Steve, so Steve
broke the ice by taking Matty's waiting cock into his mouth.  It's hard to
say what happened next.  Everyone got tangled up, but managed to get
somebody's cock in his mouth.

To everyone's delight, this went on for quite a while until Clay said to
his boys, "If one of you doesn't fuck me soon, I'll go nuts.  It's all I
could think of while I was in Europe."

"Thanks!" Steve said sarcastically.

"You're great, love," Clay told Steve, but there's nothing like being
fucked by your own son."

"How about a grandson?" Matty piped in.

"Sure kiddo.  Do you think you're man enough?" Clay kidded.

"Try me," Matty laughed back at him.

Matty started the melee by fucking Clay, but after that it was mayhem.
There was constant changing of positions.  A lot of KY Jelly was used, and
they all seemed to lose track of who was fucking whom.  Eventually they all
came, but Matty came more than once.

Jon said, "It's great to have you home again, pops.  We sure did miss you."

"I'll sure miss you too the next time you go away," Matty added, and he
jumped into his grandfather's arms for a final good night kiss.  Then he
kissed Steve and his fathers.  Although he went to his own room, David and
Jonathan found Matty in their bed in the morning snuggled between them.

The Wednesday after Labor Day, Matty was given a test at the prep school
where his fathers, grandfather and Uncle Steve had gone.  Based on his test
results, he was placed in eighth grade.  If it was based on age alone, he
would have been put in seventh grade.  That little honor made the twins
quite proud.  Once again they enrolled him as Matthew Davis Caldwell.

At the time the twins were enrolling Matty in school, Clay and Steve were
at the lawyer's office where Clay was signing all the adoption petition
papers.  Mr. Gould explained that the final adoption would take about six
months.  During that time, they would receive surprise visits from a social
worker who would check up on the suitability of their household to raise a
child, so a word to the wise should be sufficient.

"I've already raised two boys," Clay said indignantly.

"Sure," Joe said "but they were yours.  Social services had no control over
them.  But this boy is an orphan and he could easily be taken from you."

That statement really upset Clay and Steve so as soon as the family was
gathered together that evening they called for a family conference
including Mindy.

Clay explained about the drop in visits from the social worker, and asked
Mindy to please always be there before Matty got home from school to let
the social worker know that there was a warm female figure caring for him
and making sure he was well fed.  Of course she agreed immediately.  As
soon as she went back to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner, Clay put
on his sternest face.

"Until the adoption is final," he said, "we wear clothes in the house, not
just underwear, but clothes.  Do you all understand?"  He said it so
menacingly that all they could do was nod in the affirmative.  "And no grab
assing either," he added.  "Also, Matty, you will call me `daddy' until the
adoption is final and you will call your fathers by their first names.  Is
that clear?"  Matty nodded yes.  "And at least for the next six months, I
am arranging to remove our beds and put back two standard size beds in each
bedroom. I know it will be an inconvenience but it has to be done."

They didn't have to wait long. About two weeks after that instructional
conversation, a social worker was in the house chatting with Mindy and
waiting for Matty when he arrived home from school.  As luck would have it,
one of his friends from school came home with him.  Alan Buckman lived in
the next street.

Mindy introduced Matty to Mr. Bradley.  Matty shook his hand and introduced
Mr. Bradley to Alan.  "Alan and I are going upstairs to study geometry
together," Matty announced proudly.  He was putting it on a little to
impress the social worker.  He also gave Mr. Bradley a good going over.  He
was a handsome young man, about 5'9" and it looked to Matty that he was a
very recent college graduate.  Most importantly, Matty's gaydar was ringing
in overdrive.  Still he would take no chances and he stuck to Clay's
instructions.

"Matthew, do you want to show me your living arrangements?" Mr. Bradley
asked.  "I've already seen the downstairs area.  You have a very nice
home."

"Yes," Matty answered, "I'm very lucky.  Follow me please," he instructed
Mr. Bradley.  "You can come up too," he said to Alan.

The first bedroom they came to was the master bedroom.  "This is my
father's bedroom," he told Mr. Bradley.  Alan looked confused, but was
smart enough to keep his mouth shut.  Matty didn't mention that Uncle Steve
shared the room, and Mr. Bradley didn't ask.  He didn't even ask about the
two beds.  "As you can see," Matty recited like a tour guide, "he has his
own bathroom, but I share a bathroom with my brothers."  Alan was
completely confused now, but the dear boy said nothing.

Next they came to the twins' room.  "This room belongs to my brothers.
They're twins, and until you get to know them, you can't tell them apart.
That door opens to the bathroom I share with them, and that's their closet.
Matty opened the closet door.  "You see that shelf?" he asked Mr. Bradley.
"It's full of board games that they let me play with.  They're really nice
to me considering they are my big brothers."  Bradley smiled.  He was a kid
brother and could relate.

Matty led Mr. Bradley to his bedroom through the bathroom.  Someone had
carelessly left a tube of lubricant on the counter and it did not escape
Mr. Bradley's attention.  "And this is my room," Matty announced proudly.
"See I have my own desk and computer and my own TV."  There were a few age
appropriate toys lying around.  "I'm sorry the room is so messy.  The
cleaning lady will be here tomorrow."

"It's fine," Mr. Bradley said.  "I wish I had a room like this when I was a
kid."

"I know Mr. Bradley.  I told you how lucky I am.  You should have seen
where I lived before my parents died.  It was a real rat trap."

"You're going to see more of me before your adoption is approved so why
don't you call me Stan.  That's short for Stanton."  With that he tousled
Matty's hair.  If you're being let out for adoption at the mercy of a gay
social worker, it doesn't hurt to be as handsome as Matty.

Stan sat down on Matty's bed and asked Alan to please wait downstairs while
he talked to Matty privately.  Alan bounded down stairs to get one of
Mindy's delicious cookies.

Stan began.  "Matty this is hard for me to ask so let me just get to it.
It says here in your records that your natural father beat your mother and
physically abused you.  Would it be too hard for you to tell me what he did
to you?"

"I don't really like to talk about it, but I know it's important for your
evaluation so here goes.  He brought men home and they paid him to have sex
with me.  He said that if I refused he would put me out on the streets for
not paying my way.  When my mother objected, he beat her.  After the men
went away, he would tuck me into bed naked and get into bed with me.  Then
he would fuck me."

Matty burst into huge crocodile tears and threw himself in Stan's arms.
Stan held him tightly trying to soothe him, but tried to avoid letting his
raging hardon touch the boy.  "You poor kid," he said.  "How you must have
suffered."

Matty played the role of his life.  "Yes, but now I live with a family that
loves me.  They would never let anything bad like that happen to me, ever
again.  I bet my brothers would kill anyone who ever tried to do that to
me."

Stan instinctively released the boy, and Matty laughed inwardly.  "Is there
anything else I can tell you?" he asked.

"No, I'm pretty satisfied.  And Matty, I don't want you to worry.  I like
what I see here, and yes, you are a lucky boy."

On the way out of the house, Mindy gave Stan a tin of her home made
chocolate chip cookies.  He tried to resist, but she wouldn't hear of it.
Leaving the house Stan wished he was getting adopted by Clayton Caldwell.
He gave Clay a glowing review in his evaluation.

As soon as Stan left, Alan and Matty went upstairs to study Geometry.  The
two boys had met on the first day of school and had taken an instant liking
to each other.  Alan was eight months older than Matty but at least two
inches shorter.  It didn't take Matty long to introduce Alan to the joys of
male sex.  It was an easy conversion because Alan was already on his way to
being gay.  When he whacked off, he fantasized having sex with his father
or Brad Pitt or someone equally as handsome.

Once in the bedroom, Matty locked the door and then locked the bathroom
door on his fathers' side.  "Didn't you get your fathers and grandfather
mixed up back there?" Alan wanted to know. Matty explained that the lawyer
said it would be easier for a widower with other children to adopt, than
two young gay men, so the adoption papers indicated that his grandfather
was the adopting parent.

"Smart lawyer," was Alan's response.  "Now let's play."

The two boys got naked and began a hot game of sixty-nine.  After a while,
Matty got the tube of lube that Stan had seen in the bathroom and they
fucked each other.  When it was all over, Alan leaned over and kissed Matty
in a very adult fashion, tongue and all, and said, "I am so glad I met you
and you are in my life.  I'm pretty sure I love you."

"Likewise," Matty smiled and kissed Alan back. "I just wish you weren't
circumcised."

"It's pretty hard not to be when you're Jewish," Alan answered, and they
both laughed.  Of course, they couldn't conceive of it at that moment in
time but these two boys were eventually going to spend their lives
together.  How lucky they were not to be fated to waste endless days in a
futile search for love.

When their games were over, Alan left.  He had to get home for dinner and
to really do his homework.

Stan only visited the Caldwells one more time.  He dropped in at dinner
time in order to meet Clay and the rest of his family.  They were all at
the dinner table including Mindy, and they insisted he join them.  He tried
to resist, but one look at David and Jonathan, who were his contemporaries,
and he was hooked.  Not to say that Clay and Steve weren't hot too.  Boy
this was some handsome family, he thought, and he wished he could spend a
night with any one of them.  As for all of them, except Mindy, they were
catching his vibes.

Stan did not act like an investigator at all.  He easily joined in on the
family conversation.  He most wanted to know how Steve could be Clay's
uncle.  Clay explained that his grandfather had married a much younger
woman after his grandmother died and Steve was the result of that union.
And that was how they came to be the same age.  He told Stan how they grew
up together in this house after Clay's parents were killed in a plane
crash.

He also wanted to know from the twins how long you had to know them before
you could tell them apart.  Jon decided to whet Stan's appetite because he
was sure he was gay.

"Not long," he answered, "if you see us naked.  David has a tiny birthmark
on his right tush cheek.  I was born free of all blemishes," he laughed.

Stan wanted to say that he'd like to see the birthmark one day but decided
to keep his mouth shut.  He stayed around for some time after dinner.  Even
Mindy left before he did.  When he finally figured he had overstayed his
visit, he shook Clay's hand, and told him that as far as he was concerned,
Matty could not be raised in a better home.  Matty surprised him by running
over and giving him a hug.  Stan shook hands with Steve and the twins and
took his leave.

Two days before Christmas, Judge Rogers called Clay and told him to come
down to his office to sign the final adoption papers.  He said he had
pushed the adoption process through all the red tape as a Christmas present
from him.  The whole family went to the Judge's office and made a little
ceremony out of it.  David took a slew of pictures.

When the judge first called, David phoned Mindy and told her not to prepare
dinner, but as soon as Matty came home they should hop a cab to his office.
They were all going out to celebrate Matty's adoption.  If Alan came home
with Matty would she please call his parents and ask if he could join in
the celebration too.  David suspected that the two boys were making it
together and he didn't want to leave Alan out.

When they got back to their own office, Mindy and the two boys were waiting
for them.  Amy told them that she had made dinner reservations at The
Tavern on the Green, herself included, and David had better take plenty of
pictures, and a valid credit card.

They went to the restaurant in two cabs.  Their celebration was so
infectious that there was an air of jubilation throughout the entire
restaurant.  The service was especially good, and Clay and Steve ordered
for everybody.  They ordered way too much food and Mindy insisted on doggie
bags, which the Caldwells would never have done.

All through the festivities, Matty cried silently and Alan kept putting his
arm around his friend's shoulder to comfort him even though he knew the
tears were tears of joy.

Right after Christmas, Clay and Steve visited Joe Gould's office to change
their wills.  They had each left a good amount of their estates to charity
but the vast majority went equally to David and Jonathan.  In the eyes of
the law, Matthew was Clay's son so he split the estate three ways but he
left Matty's share in a trust. He made the twins co-trustees until Matty
reached his twenty-fifth birthday.  He knew that eventually Matthew would
be the recipient of all four of their estates.  He would someday be a very
wealthy man.  He just prayed he would prove worthy and he was sure he
would.  Matty had already brought in a major client to the firm.

Matty had urged Alan's father, Michael, to consider allowing Caldwell
Investments to manage his assets.  Michael Buckman was doing it himself,
and he really didn't have the time to keep after his holdings.  Michael was
one of the largest and most successful commercial real estate brokers in
New York.  Both Matty and Alan lusted after Michael.  They were both sure
that his strikingly handsome face and athletic body helped him make sales.
Matty finally made Michael realize that he was missing out on the right
times to buy and sell because he did not have the time to watch the market.
Michael was nudged so much by Matty, that he called Caldwell Investments at
last.

"I'd like to speak to Mr. Caldwell," he told the receptionist.

"Which Mr. Caldwell," she needed to know.

Michael was at a loss.  "Matthew's father, I guess."  Rather than cause
more complications she put him through to David.  David made an appointment
with Michael for the following morning at 9 AM.

Michael was impressed with the entire operation, and when David introduced
him to Jonathan, he was totally confused.  David explained that he and his
twin brother had adopted Matthew, whom they had rescued from the streets.
That, at least, explained to Michael why they were really too young to be
Matty's biological father(s).

David and Jon introduced Michael to Clay and Steve and some of the staff
who managed some very huge estates.  After discussing the philosophy of the
firm, David asked Michael a series of questions designed to learn what his
investment goals were.  Long before the interview was over, Michael had
determined that he had enough confidence in these guys to give them his
assets to manage.  If only they could have seen the future and known that
their sons would soon be united for life.  It was lunch time by the time
Michael signed a series of contracts and documents, so the twins and
Michael all went to lunch together.

At lunch Michael said, "I notice that you guys are really cramped for
space.  Have you ever considered owning your own building?  If there is
excess space for your needs, you could rent the additional space out.  If
not buying, would you consider renting a larger facility?"

Actually, they hadn't thought of buying a building, but suddenly the idea
sounded really good.  "Tell you what," Jon said, "we hadn't thought about a
purchase, but maybe it's our next logical step.  Would you look into it for
us?"  They spent the rest of the luncheon meeting figuring out how much
space they would need and added more footage for future growth so that
Michael would have some idea what to search for.  Before they knew it, the
twins were calling Michael, Mike, and he was calling Jonathan, Jon.  David
was always David, never Dave.

When they stood to leave, Michael said, "Gentlemen, I think this is the
beginning of a great friendship."  Those words were an understatement.
They would become more like family.

To be continued...