Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:15:11 +0000
From: Hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: David and Jonathan Chapter 3

David and Jonathan
Chapter Three

It was early morning, the day after Janet's funeral.  Clay could not sleep.
He wondered if the Morrison's had arrived in LA yet. Steve had stayed in
his own place last night.  Only he and Mindy were in the apartment and she
was sound asleep in the maid's room.  Last night she had made the second
bedroom ready for Juan.  She made sure the closet and the dresser drawers
were empty and ready for his use.

Clay decided to get up and wait for Juan.  He went into the master bathroom
and jumped into the shower.  While showering he reflected on his initial
interview with Juan.  Mindy had let him in and he was carrying a little
attaché case, which turned out to contain dozens of letters of reference.
Mindy brought him into the living room where Clay was waiting.  It's hard
to say who had a harder time keeping his composure.  There was an immediate
sexual attraction between them.

Clay saw a rather short, five foot seven inch Latino.  He was very muscular
and obviously worked out a lot.  His hair was straight and jet black.  His
dark eyes were warm and inviting.  His lips were almost red and very
sensuous.  Clay was attracted to his bubble butt and his bulging package
clearly visible through his tight jeans.

Juan saw a very typical WASP that he had always wished he was.  Clay was
about six feet tall with blond hair and ice blue eyes.  His eyes looked
right through Juan and made him shudder.  Clay was wearing tight jeans also
and when he stood up to greet Juan, his package was just as big as Juan's.

Clay extended his hand to Juan and both men swore they could feel an
electric current pass through them.  They held on to each other way too
long until it was embarrassing and finally Juan disengaged himself.  Clay
invited him to sit down and asked if he would like some coffee or tea.

"Coffee would be great," Juan said.  It's bitter cold outside and a hot
drink would hit the spot."  Mindy was there with hot coffee, bagels and
rolls almost immediately.  Clay joined him in the repast and the interview
began very informally as they were eating.

Juan opened his attaché case and pulled out a score of reference letters
from former clients.  Clay glanced briefly at one or two, and handed the
letters back to Juan.

"Look," he said, "Dr. Jackson recommends you, all these people recommend
you (pointing at the letters) so you're hired.  But as you know, my
situation is very different than most couples.  I'm sure you know my wife
died in childbirth.  Mindy has told me that she's available as a nanny for
as long as she is needed, but while the babies are, well, babies, I can't
take care of them myself and it would be too much for Mindy with all her
other household duties.  I might need your services for an extended period
of time.  Is that OK with you?"

"I understand," Juan replied, "and it's perfectly fine with me."  As he
said that, he was staring at Clay's package, but he didn't realize that he
was doing it.  Clay was fully aware of what was happening, and he was
beginning to get an erection.

Clay continued, "The funeral is in two days.  The day after that I would
like to bring the boys home.  Is that OK with you?"

"I'm available," Juan smiled at Clay.

"Come I'll show you around," Clay smiled back, and motioned Juan to follow
him.  First he showed him the bedroom where he would be staying, and then
he showed him the nursery.

"Is there anything missing that you might need?" he asked Juan.

"Yes," Juan replied, "an intercom from the nursery to my room.  But don't
buy one.  I have one of my own and I'll be glad to lend it to you."

Clay, who handled millions of dollars a day, was always shy about money,
and he waited until the bitter end to ask Juan about his fee.

Juan on the other hand was not shy at all about money.  "I get $1,000 a
week with a day off and $1,400 for a seven day week, if that all right with
you."

Clay had expected a minimum of $2,000 so he agreed immediately, but he made
a vow to himself that if this guy was as good as John said he was, he would
be extra generous at the end of his stay.  That concluded the interview.
Once again they shook hands.  Yes, the electricity was still there when
Juan left.

Now three day later, Clay was showering and could not wait for Juan to
arrive so they could go to the hospital and bring David and Jonathan home.
Just thinking of Juan had given him a raging boner so he relieved himself
by shooting a load against the shower wall.


In Harry's senior high school year and Stevie's and Clay's junior year,
Louis Fineman was promoted by his firm to run their west coast office.  He
could not refuse the offer and the Finemans moved to San Francisco
immediately after graduation.  The three young men were devastated, but
there was nothing anyone could do except promise to visit each other.  More
than ever Stevie and Clay found solace in their forbidden love.

They put in more and more hours at the office and Leonard could not have
been more proud.  He told, no, he promised Julie, that when the boys got
their MBA's he would retire for good.  That was only six years away.  Julie
wondered if he had another six years, but she knew he would hold on until
his boys were ready to take the helm.

By now Steve and Clay had become true homosexuals.  There was nothing they
wouldn't do to give the other pleasure.  They routinely watched male porno
for the sole purpose of finding new and interesting ways to inflict
pleasure on one another.  They were adults in every sense of the word.

They both applied to Harvard where most of their family had gone before
them.  They got in easily thanks to their exceptional grades, family
history and last but not least, their money.  They lived on campus during
freshman year and had to share a room with a third party.  What a bummer.
He was straight as an arrow.  They rented a tiny bungalow for the rest of
their college years and lived alone.  Of course, their good looks drew men
to them and many a night a third party slept over.  Sometimes even four
people shared the house, and once they literally had an orgy.  Those were
good times and good days.  During the summer, the boys worked at the
investment firm, but during spring break, Leonard let them sow their wild
oats.

After graduation, they both went to the Wharton School of Business to earn
MBA's.  That year, when they came home for Christmas, Leonard hit them with
worse news than when Clay's parents had passed away.  He had arranged
marriages for them.  It was all strictly business.  Both prospective brides
were the only children of fathers who owned small but prestigious
investment banking firms like Caldwell.  The marriages were intended to
cement solid mergers.  Steve and Clay were at wits end.  They could not
tell Leonard that they were gay, and yet how could they go through mock
marriages knowing how much they loved each other.  Their only hope was that
the girls hated them and would back out.  Steve's prospective bride,
Beatrice, was from Miami and Clay's was from Los Angeles.  Leonard and
Julie had arranged for the three families to spend Christmas together.  On
Christmas day they all attended church together and then Leonard took
everyone to lunch at his city club.  Steve and Clay had intended to be
awful to the girls, but their breeding prevented that.  Besides both girls
were absolutely lovely, charming, witty etc.  Perhaps they were just as
miserable as the men were.  Anyhow they all hit it off, both as couples and
as a foursome.  They all just sort of let it happen.

A double wedding was planned for the weekend after graduation.  To avoid
temptation, the men chose to go to different destinations on their
honeymoons.  Their old neighbors, the Finemans flew in for the wedding.
Both families had remained close after the Finemans had moved away.  Harry
came with his Irish Catholic boy friend, and was proud to introduce Sean as
his partner.  Furthermore his parents seemed to be fine with it.  Steve and
Clay berated themselves for their lack of honesty.

Harry and Sean insisted on taking Steve and Clay out the night before the
wedding as sort of a private bachelor party.  They took them to a gay bar,
where they paid the dancing boys to lap dance the two grooms.  They all got
pretty sloshed, and went back to Harry's and Sean's hotel room where the
four of them proceeded to have hot man sex until they all fell asleep in a
stupor.

Early in the morning, Steve and Clay kissed their hosts goodbye, and left
to get home, shower, and get ready for the wedding.  The photographer was
going to be at the house at eleven.  You must give these guys credit.
Somehow they got through the day, although their hearts were not in any of
this.  They put on a good act and a good face.

Although they would be going in separate directions the next morning, they
had booked rooms for the night at The Four Seasons Hotel, where the wedding
reception was held.  As the time came for him to consummate the wedding
vows, Steve began to panic.  But Beatrice was bolder than he thought.  She
was able to seduce him by playing with his cock and teasing it with her
lips and her tongue.  Steve just kept telling himself the lips were Clay's
and finally he began to erect.  He grabbed a condom and put it on, afraid
he would lose his woodie if he hesitated.  He quickly climbed on Beatrice
and entered her easily.  What do you know, sweet little Bea, was no virgin.
Her pussy was not as tight as Clay's sweet ass, and he thought he was
losing his erection so he kept thinking of Clay sucking his cock and he
managed to stay hard long enough to shoot his load into the blessed rubber.
He immediately lost his erection and slipped out of her.  Steve had
discovered that Beatrice was a woman of vast experience and obviously he
had not satisfied her.

"You're a fucking faggot," she said with disgust in her voice.  "Well
listen to me.  As soon as all the business shit is successfully concluded,
I want a divorce.  I don't want the stock or anything to do with my
father's fucking company or yours, but you will pay me a premium for my
shares.  In the meantime we'll pretend to be happily married, but I'm going
to find my pleasure elsewhere.  Is that understood?"

He was so shocked, he could only squeeze out a very weak, "Yes."

In Clay's room, things were going better.  He genuinely liked Janet, and
they began to make out.  Janet was not shy about touching and stroking
Clay's penis and he in turn finally located her clitoris.  They played this
way while kissing until Clay felt secure enough that he wasn't going to
lose his erection.  Janet had taken him pretty far and he wanted
desperately to cum.  He put on the condom he had left on the bed stand and
that caused him to lose some of his erection, but Janet began to play with
his balls and it brought him back.  Hard as it might be to believe, Janet's
virgin pussy was tighter than Steve's well used ass, and he began to cum.
He knew it was too soon, but he couldn't stop himself. He felt bad about
cumming prematurely so he shocked Janet by going down on her afterward and
tickling her clit with his tongue until she came.  At first oral sex had
disgusted her, but as she began to enjoy it and to feel her orgasm
approaching she sure changed her mind about it. He hadn't had a bad time at
all, and he knew it would be easier the next time.  Janet fell asleep in
his arms and he followed shortly thereafter.  As he fell asleep, he thought
maybe I'll make it after all.

Beatrice and Steve divorced nine months after the marriage began.  He
bought the stock she had received from the merger at twice its market
value.  She was happy and he was happier.

Leonard and Julie bought a condo in Florida and retired, but unfortunately
Leonard passed away about six months after Steve's divorce.  Before he
died, Janet had called him and Julie to let them know that she was
expecting.  Leonard was delighted at the news and the thought that he was
so happy for Clay and Janet made his passing easier for the family.


The doorbell rang and there stood Juan.  God he was gorgeous.  Clay almost
lost his breath when he saw him.  He had two suitcases and a carrying bag
with him.  Clay helped him take them upstairs into his room.

"I'd better unpack now," he said.  "When the babies get here, I might not
have the time."  Juan laughed and Clay groaned at the thought.  "I'll also
set up the intercom."

"How are we going for the twins?" Juan asked as he was hanging his clothes
in his closet.  "Are we taking your car or a cab?"

"Let's take my car," Clay said.  "Once we get the car seats in place, I
won't have to move them again."

"Good thinking." Juan agreed as he put the last of his stuff in a dresser
drawer.

"Would you like something to eat before we go?" Clay asked.  Juan knew
exactly what he would like to eat, but he didn't dare say anything.  He had
no reason to think that Clay was anything but straight.

"No thanks," he said.  "I ate before I got here.  Well, shall we go?"

All the brownstones on this street had once had carriage houses, which at
some later time had been converted into garages.  Unfortunately, in order
to use the garage, you needed to have a compact car.  Juan showed Clay how
to secure a car seat in the back seat, but when it came to the second one,
it was a pretty close fit in Clay's tiny sports car.  Somehow they got it
secured with a little bit of juggling.

It seemed to Clay that there was an awful lot of red tape at the hospital,
but Juan was expecting it.  Clay had to pay a hefty tariff for the extra
days the twins were boarded in the hospital, and much to his chagrin, there
were extra charges for removal of Janet's body to the funeral home.  What a
rip off.  Apparently his insurance would not cover this.

It was a good three hours before they got home.  Mindy was waiting
impatiently at the front door.  Each of the men was carrying a baby, and
thankfully both were asleep.  Mindy looked at each infant and oohed and
aahed.  She took Jonathan from Clay and helped Juan bring the twins into
the nursery.  They put each infant on a bassinette, and Juan gave Mindy the
ingredients for the babies' first formula and asked her to go down to the
store, please, and get everything that was needed.

Juan proceeded to undress each boy in turn, change his diaper and making
him comfortable.  They had been fed just before they left the hospital so
fortunately they were not yet restless.  Clay waited outside the nursery.
He was afraid to come in.  Finally Juan came out, and Clay asked in a very
concerned voice, "Is everything OK?"

Juan laughed.  "Relax dad, everything is great."

The twins slept most of the time.  They got restless and cried only when
they were hungry or when they needed a diaper change.  None of these things
required a good deal of Juan's time so Clay and Juan had plenty of
opportunity to schmooze and get acquainted while Mindy prepared formulas,
made lunch, cooked dinner and, oh yes, cleaned the house.  Juan thought of
asking Clay if he wanted to feed one of the boys, but decided that Clay was
too nervous and he would wait a day or two more.

The fact that the twins were home did not alleviate the sexual tension
between Clay and Juan.  Every chance they had they stared at each other's
crotches.  They finally stopped trying to hide the fact that they were
staring at each other.  It was an impossible task.

Shortly after dinner, Juan announced that he was going to try to get some
sleep.  He expected to be awakened more than once during the night.  Clay
watched his beautiful ass heading toward the staircase. He and Mindy
watched television for a while, but Clay couldn't concentrate.  His mind
kept going to Juan sleeping in his boxer shorts or maybe jockey shorts.
Maybe he even slept nude.

Finally he said to Mindy, "Tomorrow will be my first day back at the
office.  I'm going to have to face all those obligatory condolences again.
I think I'll turn in also."  He stood up and said goodnight to Mindy.

In his room he stripped and took a shower to save time in the morning. He
put on a pair of boxer shorts, and opened his bedroom door about an inch so
he could hear what went on during the night.  He climbed into bed and
called Steve.  Steve assured him that he had been informed that everything
was fine at the office and he could take more time off if he needed to.

"Absolutely not.  I need to get back to work.  Besides, I haven't cupped
your balls since our quickie last night.  Don't you miss that, lover?"

"You're a hopeless slut," was all Steve could answer him with. After they
hung up, Clay fell asleep. He was more tired than he realized.

At about one in the morning, Clay was awakened by cries coming from the
nursery.  He knew that Juan had everything under control, but he felt that
it was his duty as a father to investigate.  Besides there were two babies
and maybe Juan needed help.

He got out of bed and when he left his room he noticed a light coming from
the kitchen.  He looked in to see Juan warming two baby bottles on the
stove.  Oh god, Juan was wearing Jockey shorts and nothing else.  Clay
realized that all he was wearing were his boxers.  Well, there was nothing
to do about that now.

"Knock, knock," he said as he entered the kitchen.  He didn't want to
startle Juan.  Juan turned around and when he saw Clay almost naked, he
turned beat red and started to stammer.

"Hhhi.  Wwwhat are you doing up at this hour?

"I heard the babies crying and wondered if you needed help."

"Well, I can manage, but if you would like to feed one of the babies, I'll
show you how and it will be good practice for you.  When you're through
feeding him, I'll show you how to clean him up and put on a fresh diaper."

"Sounds like a plan," Clay agreed.  Juan took the bottles off the stove and
shut the gas jets.  He tested the temperature of the milk on his wrist and
Clay thought that was just like he had seen in movies and stuff.  Juan
handed Clay one of the bottles and they climbed the stairs to the nursery.
There were two rocking chairs in the nursery.  Janet had provided two of
everything.  Juan instructed Clay to sit down in one of the rockers.

Juan thought he was going to die.  When Clay sat down, his boxers gapped
and Juan could see Clay's blond pubic hair and the very top of his cock.
He tried so hard not to look.  Worse, he was getting a hard on. What would
Clay think?  He turned away quickly and picked up one of the babies.  He
put him in Clay's arms and showed him how to hold the infant for feeding.
Then he placed a diaper on one of Clay's shoulders.

"What's that for?"

"For when you burp him."

Juan showed Clay at what angle to hold the bottle and when to stop and burp
the baby.  Then he picked up the other twin, sat down on the other rocker
and began to feed the baby.  Since he was wearing jockey shorts there was
no gapping when he sat down.  During the feeding, Juan kept giving Clay
helpful little hints.  At last, Juan showed Clay how to clean the babies
and he even let Clay diaper one.  Then he laid each one in his crib.  He
picked up the empty bottles and the disposable diapers and went downstairs
to the kitchen to continue the cleanup.  He threw the diapers in a special
container and started to rinse the bottles.  The rinsed bottles would go
into a sterilizer tomorrow morning.

As Juan was rinsing the bottles, Clay's will power evaporated.  He came up
behind Juan.  He knelt a little so as to be closer in size to the nurse,
and pushed his erect cock against Juan's crack.  At the same time, he
wrapped his arms around Juan's chest and began to kiss his neck as his
hands wandered down to Juan's waiting tool.

Juan turned around and reached up to kiss this gorgeous man.  "Come into my
room," he said.


To be continued...