Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 21:26:03 +0000
From: Hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: David and Jonathan Chapter 2

David and Jonathan
Chapter Two

Clay, Steve and Mindy sat down at the kitchen table to plan out all the
things that needed doing.  Mindy had a legal pad in front of her and a pen
that was poised.  Before they could get going, Clay received a phone call
from Dr. Gibbons.  The doctor told him that the hospital would be willing
to keep the babies for up to two weeks at his expense.  They wanted him to
come in within forty eight hours (when his insurance coverage ended) to
sign a contract.  Clay said that he hoped to have the twins out sooner, but
he would come by to sign the documents before the next twenty four hours
were up.

He had barely hung up the phone when it rang again.  This time it was the
Fairlawn Funeral Home.  They needed for him to make an appointment
regarding the arrangements for his wife's funeral.  He made an appointment
for right after lunch today.  He also reckoned he could go from there to
the hospital and take care of the contract.  At the same time, he hoped to
visit with the twins for a bit.

"Let's get on with it," Mindy said very business like.  "OK, you've pretty
much filled up today so let's start planning tomorrow.  Before we do," she
just had a terrible thought, "have you called Janet's parents yet?"

"Oh my God," Clay wailed.  He had forgotten all about them.  They live in
LA and I'm sure they will want to come at once."  He looked pleadingly at
Steve and Mindy. "I can't make that call," he said emphatically.

"Give me their number," Steve offered.  "I'll do it."

He took their number and went upstairs to Clay's bedroom for privacy.
Everyone had forgotten that it was a little after 6 AM on the west coast,
and his call roused Janet's parents from a deep sleep.  Mindy and Clay
could hear muffled conversation coming from the bedroom.

"They'll be here on the first plane they can get out," Steve told them when
he returned to the kitchen.  "They are pretty broken up."  Clay really
liked his in laws and he started to cry, thinking how devastating a loss
this was for them.  At the same time, he was certain the twins would help
console them a little.  Steve said that next he needed to call their office
and let the staff know what was going on.

"Where have you been," his and Clay's assistant, Amy, wanted to know.  He
filled her in and she gasped in total disbelief.

"You've got our cell phone numbers if you need us, but please try to keep
things going.  Neither of us will be in for a few days.  I can't leave Clay
alone right now.  As soon as the funeral arrangements are made, I'll let
you know what's what."  Then Steve focused back on Mindy.

"Now," Mindy said, "I can take care of both the house and the kids when
they get a little older, but for the first three months, or until the boys
sleep through the night, we'll need to have a nurse."  She went to the
phone and paged her son at Mount Sinai.  It was a while before Dr. John
Jackson answered his page, and he was surprised to hear from his mother.
She never called him at work.  He told her that she was lucky to get him.
Because of the weather, two surgeries scheduled for this morning had been
postponed.  She told him about Janet and the twins and how she would need
nursing assistance for the immediate future.  After she hung up, she told
Clay that John had two top notch nurses in mind and after he contacted
them, one of them would be calling for an interview.  What a relief that
was.

Clay's brownstone consisted of three floors.  The lowest level was actually
ground level.  Half of it had been finished into a children's playroom.
The other half was a real basement, housing a furnace, hot water heater and
actual storage space.  The next level up could be reached from the basement
or the front entrance.  It contained a large foyer with a powder room, a
living room, dining room, eat in kitchen, and a maid's room with a
bathroom.  The top level contained three bedrooms.  There was a full
bathroom in the hallway and another full bathroom in the master bedroom.

Janet had furnished their third bedroom for the two boys she was expecting.
There were two cribs, two bassinets, two layettes, two rocking chairs for
feeding, etc. so there was little to do as far as the need to shop for baby
furniture.  Mindy said that when the hospital released the boys, they would
give them the formula for their first few days, but a visit to a
pediatrician should be high priority.  "In fact," she advised, "we should
call one now and have him examine the boys at the hospital."  She made a
note.  "Oh," she added, "we need to get two car seats to bring them home
in, even if we use a cab."

She was just about to call John again for a reference for the best
pediatrician in town, when the doorbell rang.  She went to answer it and it
was her son, John.  He kissed his mother on the cheek and ran over to Clay.
He embraced Clay in a strong bear hug, and with a shaking voice, he
expressed his condolences.  "I needed to tell you in person how sorry I am,
man."

After Mindy had come to work for him, Clay had met her sons on various
occasions and had grown to respect and admire their accomplishments.  One
day John said to him, "Look, I'm just starting out in my career.  My assets
are nowhere near your criteria, but would you handle my investments just as
a favor.  I don't know who else I would trust."  Clay reached out, took the
doctor's hand, pulled him into a bear hug, and told him that it would be an
honor.  From then on, John was not only a client, he was a friend.

"Break it up you two.  John, we need the name of a good pediatrician.  Can
you help? And what's doing with the nurse?" Mindy wanted to know.

"I called two nurses and only one is available.  His name is Juan
Rodriguez.  He's the best pediatric nurse I know.  He's going to call you
this evening.  He's finishing a job today."  Clay hadn't thought about a
male nurse, but it was all right with him.

John thought for a moment, and said, "As for a pediatrician, there's a
great gal whose office is just a few blocks from here.  Her name is Marion
Goldman."  He pulled out his phone and speed dialed her number.  When the
receptionist answered, he identified himself and asked to speak to
Dr. Goldman.  John and she chatted for a very short minute, and then he
explained the situation.  "How dreadful," she said.  "Of course, I'll look
in on them this afternoon.  Please give me the father's name and telephone
number."

"He's standing right here.  I'll put him on."

John handed his phone to Clay, who thanked Dr. Goldman in advance and gave
her all the information she asked for.  "Thanks," she said.  "I'll be in
touch, and Mr. Caldwell, I am truly sorry for your loss."

Clay thought that it was a sign of things to come that the doctor was a
woman and the nurse was a man.


On a normal school day Stevie would leave the house first and go next door
where Harold Fineman lived and Harry would join him for the walk to school.
Harry was one year older than Stevie and one year ahead of him at school.
Harry's dad, Louis, was a very successful architect.  His work took him
away from home a lot, and when Leonard became semi retired, he made sure
that Harry joined his son and grandson wherever he took them.  Now he would
probably be too busy to take the boys anywhere.

One block further up on the route to school Stevie and Harry would pick up
Clay, and the three of them would walk the additional block and a half to
school.  From now on, Clay and Stevie would pick up Harry for their daily
trip.  Stevie was worried.  There was no way they could go to school and
not pass Clay's house.

When the three boys approached Clay's house, Stevie grabbed Clay's hand,
and Harry stood back a little because he didn't know what to expect.
"Shit, would you look at that?" Clay cried out.  There, in front of the
town house was a Century 21 sign, `FOR SALE.'  "Papa sure acts fast," he
said.  He had to speak to grandpa tonight.  There were things in that house
he wanted, no, needed to get.

All during the school day, Clay and Stevie kept thinking about what they
had discovered about their bodies last night.  They honestly believed that
they were the first to discover the resultant joy of playing with a penis.
Stevie determined to speak to Harry about it.  As the eldest member of the
group, Stevie looked to Harry for proper instruction in the mysteries of
life.

On the way home from school that day, Stevie told Harry that he needed to
speak to him about something very secret.  Of course, Harry's curiosity
went to a boiling point.  When he reached his house, he told the others to
wait.  He went inside, threw his school bag on a chair in the front
entrance hall and told his mother he was going next door and would be home
for dinner.  "OK," she said, "but don't be late."  He ran outside and the
three boys ran immediately upstairs to Stevie's bedroom.  The only person
home was the maid, and she would never intrude on them.

"So what's the big secret?" Harry wanted to know.  Stevie described to him,
in minute detail, the events of the previous night.  It was hard to
describe the feeling of the orgasm, but it wasn't necessary.  Harry had
been there and done that.

"Are you trying to tell me that you two nerds never jerked off before?"
Harry said with a bit of a sneer in his voice.  Stevie and Clay looked at
him strangely so he just went on.  "A few months ago George Gilbert took me
down to his basement after school one day.  Nobody was home.  George just
turned eleven so he is really old.  Anyway, he asked me if I had ever
jerked off before.  Frankly, I didn't know what he was talking about.  He
said it was the greatest feeling in the world.  He said I should watch
him. He dropped his pants and sat down on a stool.  He wrapped his hand
around his cock and began to stroke it exactly as you just described.
Well, it started to swell and get hard.  George's head rolled back and I
swear his eyes disappeared.  He began to moan and groan, but in a good way.
All of a sudden some white stuff shot out of his cock and actually landed
on my face.  He told me to taste it, that it was good and I would like it.
So I tasted it, but it was kind of bland.  The next part was the best. He
told me to feel the white stuff and rub it on his cock.  There wasn't too
much left, but I did it anyway.  At first his cock was soft, but as I
rubbed it got hard again and the white stuff came out of him again.  George
took a towel, wiped himself clean, and told me that I had to go now.  That
evening in the bathroom I tried to do what George had done, but nothing
happened, and I gave up.  I woke up in the middle of the night and I began
to think about stroking George's cock, and mine got hard.  So I started to
stroke it and it started to happen, what you described, I mean.  Wow, is
there anything greater?  I did it twice more before morning."

Harry paused, waiting for some words of appreciation.  Nobody said
anything.  All three boys were as hard as a rock.  Finally Stevie said,
"Let's do it to one another."  Without another word being said they all
three dropped their pants.  They sat on Stevie's bed with Stevie in the
middle.  Harry was on Stevie's left and with his right hand he engulfed
Stevie's cock.  Stevie grabbed Harry with his left hand and Clay with his
right and they started to stroke away in unison like a rowing team.  After
a short while, it started to happen for all of them.  The part that amazed
them the most was how they could not control the moans, groans and screams.
From that day on mutual masturbation was a fairly regular after school
activity.


The hardest part of the next few days was dealing with Janet's inconsolable
parents.  Clay told them that he had arranged with the pediatric nurse to
start the day after the funeral.  He and the nurse would pick the twins up
that morning.  He insisted that the Morrisons stay in his apartment until
after the funeral and he would stay with his uncle.  They finally agreed
because they could walk to the hospital to be with the twins, and because
they were such a mess they couldn't think of what else to do.  Clay asked
Mindy to stay with them and keep an eye on them.  They arrived two days
before the funeral and spent each day in the hospital with the twins.  The
nurses even had them scrub and put on hospital uniforms so they could hold
and feed the babies.

Clay and Steve spent these few nights in bed expressing their love freely,
as they had never been able to do before.  They agreed that for the sake of
propriety, Steve would maintain his apartment, especially with Mindy now
moved in for an indefinite stay.  She was used to their `business meetings'
at Steve's so they would be able to continue that charade.

The next few days progressed for Clay as if he were sitting in a theater
looking at some grotesque play.  The scenes moved forward, but he didn't
feel a part of any of it.  He was just an observer and not a participant as
he should have been.  The only solace he had was in knowing that this too
would pass.  Somehow, someway, he got through the funeral and the endless
condolences afterward.  Mindy and Mrs. Morrison had arranged for quite a
spread after the funeral.  Clay didn't know that he knew so many people.
They came, had something to eat, shook his hand, told him how sorry they
were, and went back to their own lives, forgetting Clay's troubles as soon
as they left the house.

The Morrisons had booked a red eye for the trip home.  Clay and Steve drove
them to the airport the night of the funeral.  They had time for a quick
stop at the hospital where the Morrisons said a tearful goodbye to the
twins.  Clay held them both tight and urged them to come visit the boys as
often as possible.

On the way back from the airport, Clay stopped at Steve's for a quickie,
but he went home alone.  In the car he had time to reflect.  Tomorrow the
twins would come home and the day after that he and Steve were going to
return to work.  Then he would be establishing a new normalcy, different
than anything he had known in the past.


When Harry was fifteen and Stevie and Clay were fourteen, Harry got a part
time after school job.  Stevie and Clay didn't need to.  From the time they
were eleven, Leonard had his driver pick them up at school and drive them
to the office.  He was grooming them to take over the business.  He had
them start with the most menial tasks and had one of his employees train
them.  Fortunately, they were both well suited to the business and they
loved it.  During the summers they worked full time.

Needless to say, since they began to get picked up at school, that put an
end to after school delights.  Their sexual activity, with Harry at least,
was now limited to weekends.

Harry's job was in a family owned video rental store.  Unlike the big
chains there was an x rated section behind curtains at the rear of the
store.  The inventory consisted of straight, gay and lesbian porn
videos. Every time Harry was asked to replace and organize the stock, he
got a hard on just looking at the tape jackets. Mr. Feller, who owned the
store, allowed the staff to take home one tape a night.  It had to be
returned within twenty four hours and had to be rewound, or the privilege
would be lost.  He never paid attention to which tape the staff took.  It
did not matter to him.

One Saturday evening, Harry put his tape in a plastic bag and left for
home.  He immediately called Stevie and Clay and asked if he could come
over with a hot tape.  They, of course agreed.  The three boys congregated
in Steve's room.  Both boys had VCR's but Stevie had a larger TV screen.
Keep in mind that up to this time their sexual activity had been limited to
mutual masturbation.

They loaded the tape into the VCR and the film began.  The film was
appropriately titled, "Teens Unleashed."  The tape had no story line, and
consisted of about a dozen vignettes.  About half the scenes depicted one
on one sex.  Some depicted threesomes, one had a foursome and a few
depicted group sex.  This was the first male porn the boys had ever seen
and did they get an education that afternoon.

By the time the film was half over they were fully undressed and stroking
cock, anybody's cock.  This was the day they learned about rimming and
fucking, sucking and swallowing, and they learned new and improved methods
of single and mutual masturbation.  They saw sex acts they could not even
have dreamed about a couple of hours ago. None of them could wait until the
film ended to try some of the stuff out.  Harry wanted desperately to eat
an asshole and then fuck it and Clay wanted his ass filled with cock.
Stevie wanted to try everything he had just witnessed.  They experimented a
little with oral sex right away, but it was getting late and Harry had to
get home, so they made plans for next Saturday night since Harry told them
he was not scheduled to work that night.  Usually both sets of parents went
out on Saturday nights and the boys would have one of the houses to
themselves.  Louis Fineman was a client and a good friend of Leonard
Caldwell, and coincidentally they were all going out to dinner together
next Saturday evening.

As soon as they went to bed that night, Clay entered Stevie's room through
the bathroom wearing only his jockey shorts and bounced into bed with
Stevie who was already naked.  Previously they had agreed to experiment
with oral sex this night, and save anal sex for another night.

"I'll suck first," Clay said.  He tried to imitate the film.  He started by
open mouth kissing.  Little by little his tongue explored Stevie's body.
He avoided Stevie's crotch, finding instead his toes, the insides of his
thigh and other erogenous places.  When he felt he had teased enough, he
started to suck Stevie's balls and the sweet spot between the balls and the
crack of the asshole.  Stevie was going crazy. He was writhing on the bed
and moaning with pleasure.  Eventually Clay began to lick his tongue up and
down the underside of Stevie's cock.  Then at last, he took the love tool
of the person he loved most in the world into his mouth.  He closed his
lips on the object of his desire, avoiding placing his teeth on it. He ran
his tongue up and down.  He pumped the cock pulling it in and out of his
lips until Stevie could bear it no longer.  Without warning he began to
pump into Clay's mouth.  Lost in rapture Clay began to swallow each spurt
of Stevie's love juice.  Not one drop was wasted.  There was still some cum
in his mouth when he leaned into Steve and kissed him so they could share
Stevie's juice together.


To be Continued...