Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 14:50:47 -0500 From: Paul Daventon Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-22 Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives, relationships and sexual activities. It was inspired only by my visions and invention. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. Always be SAFE. Otherwise read on and I hope you enjoy. The Dukes of Windsor Copyright 2004 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying this story, write to me at dukesofwindsor@juno.com When you write, please put "Dukes" or "Dukes of Windsor" in the Subject line so I concentrate on story email. Thanks, Paul. * * * * * THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the chapters of this story. They have made the writing smoother, more correct and easier to read.. Thank you guys so much for your help and your encouragement, keeping me on the path. Love you forever. Paul Daventon AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor has 38 chapters and the story is finished. I will put a chapter on each week if all goes well. P.D. * * * * * =============== Chapter Twenty-Two =============== Sunday, while the Dukes were traveling from River City to Windsor, Karl Nordstrom was also heading home to Windsor. He had driven quite a distance that day so that his odometer would show enough miles as if he'd driven to Cincinnati, and back to Windsor on that trip. Cincinnati was where he had told Sunshine he would be demonstrating his String Method Course. He took a side trip on the way home off the turnpike at Toledo and south to Bowling Green and Defiance and north to Windsor. 'That should be close enough,' he thought. He had also stopped in Bryan at his storage unit to deposit his equipment in it and locked up again. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw Sunshine reading on the screened porch in the late afternoon sunlight, and he couldn't miss the smile of happiness on his face when he saw Karl drive up toward the house. Sunshine stood and waited patiently for Karl to come onto the porch beside him. One hand cupped his genitals while the other reached to tweak a nipple or two. He watched closely as Karl opened the screen door and walked up to his lover. His eyes quickly detected a huge bulge in Karl's pants so he knew where Karl's mind was. He smiled more broadly, showing every tooth in his mouth. In their position the two men could not be seen from any distance so they felt free to indulge. Arms around each other, lips plastered to lips, the lovers hugged self to self, body to body and soul to soul, drinking in aromas and tastes. However, Sunshine was totally naked. Karl was surprised that Sunshine was waiting for him in the nude, "Sunny Boy, what would you have done it someone had come onto the porch?" Sunshine grinned broadly, "I'd have greeted them wearing my smile, holding my book in the appropriate place in front of my body." He tittered, "I don't like to show my navel." Sunshine reached to Karl's waist to unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Sun actually gave an 'oh' when he immediately felt Karl's heavy cudgel fall to his hand. Karl rarely left his underwear at home, normally wanting to be covered there for cleanliness and a feeling of security. Karl in turn was a little surprised that Sunny had nothing on, but that was not too unusual. When Sunny had to wear underwear, he wore a thong, that intimate apparel with a small triangle of cloth to hold his genitals, but very thin strings around his waist and between his buttocks. Sunny's horny lover was naked all over, too, they were cupping each other's buttocks and slipping fingers between the cheeks into the valley of warm, moist darkness. The two naked men stood, face to face, massaging shoulders, back and buttocks, arousing passions in their adored ones, kissing desperately, sucking lips and tongues while pressing their abdomens together with hot, hard cocks wedged in between. Sunny knew for sure just what Karl wanted more than anything. He turned to present his back to Karl as he bent over a round, white luncheon table, wanting to give his most intimate sanctum to his lover, to receive his lover's offering into his inner shrine. Karl in his wisdom knew that Sunny would have greased his hole well before reading on the porch, possibly even sticking a butt plug into his anus. As Sun bent way over, Karl saw there was no butt plug, but from the redness around his asshole, knew he had worn one most of the time that Karl had been gone. "Sunny, I've missed you so much, I thought of you all the time." He snickered, "I have to admit, hon, that I had to jerk off last night in order to get any sleep at all." Placing one hand on Sunny's shoulder, Karl grabbed his rigid, pounding cock with his other hand to aim it at Sunny's rear hole, winking at him. He pulled at Sunny's shoulder to tug his body toward his crotch. The cock head pushed against the pursed lips of his asshole, gradually forcing his way inside, spreading the muscle and soft flesh. Karl could feel Sunny's sphincter holding tight, then, with a suddenness, opened to admit his cock directly into his bodily orifice. Karl still took it slowly, not rushing to split his lover open, just firmly enough to feel the warmth, the moistness of the rectum he was entering. Karl shoved his hips forward until he had touched bottom inside Sunny, his pubes pressed to his buttocks and their ball sacks swinging together at times. Both men were aroused by the utmost eroticism of having sex outdoors where they could be spotted if anyone came close enough. Actually, neither one knew that Marty Stuart, Gary Stuart's sister and Karl's good friend on the music faculty of Windsor College, had come quite close before she backed out of their driveway, smiling and just a little embarrassed. If the truth were known, neither Karl nor Sunny would be put out if she came in and watched. They knew she would appreciate their intense sexual actions and responses, since she had been told by her brother about his sex with Steve Ridgway. She could remember that and feel inwardly their pleasure and excitement. Karl leaned over onto Sunny's back, pressing his chest against it while wrapping his arms around Sunny's chest, cupping his breasts, flicking his nipple with his thumb. He nuzzled his face into Sunny's neck and shoulder, nipping with his lips at his love's soft skin. Sunny was not skinny, but thin and a bit angular, but had hard muscles under his soft skin, just not developed to the extent of Karl's. Karl's left hand slid down to find Sunny's long, thin cock, aroused with the pressure of Karl's cock in his rectum. He occasionally found Sunny's prostate, pushing electric shocks into his nervous system to excite those receptors of his libido. Karl started pumping Sunny's drooling, deep swollen head, dark red and covered with precum. He also ran his thumb over the tip opening, spreading the precum all around the head, under the flange, testing the exquisitely sensitive skin below the glans split. Sunny's body was shaking, shivering with the seduction from Karl of his ecstacy and a sudden, intense feeling throughout his body mass. Now Karl was pumping Sun's cock and his own cock in Sunny's ass in the same rhythm, harder and fast as they were aroused near the cumming point. Each moaned together with the motions of his hands and thrusting groin, pounding both Karl was at the point of no return as was Sunny. Karl took Sunny's right ear in his teeth, very carefully because once he drew blood and that was a mess to try to explain to the doctor in emergency. Karl knew he had figured it out, but didn't chide them, only said that a human's bite is more septic than any animal's bite. Suddenly, Sunny stood up straight, Karl's cock still in his ass, and yelled "Lov-er, I'm cumming." And he did, spraying his semen in four or five spurts over the luncheon table while Karl kept pounding his lover's hot rod as it pulsed and contracted, forcing his love out. Karl pushed him back down so he could get a better move into his hole, where very soon he groaned, panted and gave a few sharp stabs into Karl's now relaxed asshole, filling his rectum with his hot, sperm-laden semen, almost flowing, not spurting. When he recovered, Karl stood up again pulling Sunny up with him, "Babe, that was the greatest, I love this outdoor exercise, how about you?" "Karl, love, I'll fuck you and you can fuck me anywhere you want. Outdoors is fine." He started to tighten and loosen his anus, hoping to arouse his lover again. Karl kept his body tight against Sunny's bottom, hoping he could do it. He began tiny punches at Sunny's hole, gradually getting bigger until his huge cock was back in prime condition. "Oh, babe, I've got it again, tighten up as much as you can." The older man pulled Sunny back with him to a chair into which he sat, keeping his cock inside Sunny. His hands were busy, massaging Sunny's chest, pecs and abdomen as Karl's body humped his cock again and again up between Sunny's buttocks. This time Karl gave a mighty roar, his lion mating call, when he again unload into Sunny's bottom, almost as much as before. As he relaxed, the more tired he became, yet pulling hard and harder to keep his cock up Sunny. "Babe, I want to stay where I am. Help me, please. " Sunny tried to tighten again to hold Karl in, but this time he forced Karl's cock out, dropping it between his legs. Sunny's anus was wide open, the lips far apart as all Karl's babies dropped out onto the floor. He drained a while as Karl recovered, reviving his strength. Karl stood up with difficulty, but then bent to put one arm under Sunny's knees and one under his shoulders to carry his lover upstairs to their Jacuzzi for a warm recovery. Sunshine had enjoyed their sexual excitement so much, especially the thrill of being outdoors and in a bit of danger of being discovered in an embarrassing position. He loved Karl dearly and knew that affection was returned by Karl. But Sunshine was disturbed by Karl's weekend activities, which Karl had explained, but he had the feeling there was more to his time away. He felt uneasy for some unknown reason. Sunny knew that Karl hadn't gone to Cincinnati, but didn't know what he had done in River City. * * * * * * * * * * On the way home to the Dukes Ranch that afternoon, Hardy and Matt stopped to see Neil and Lee. It was mostly a 'get well' call, hoping he recovered very soon, they needed him back in his regular seat in band. "I miss those wonderful low tones you get on your instrument, Lee, so get back as soon as you can." Matt sat beside Lee on the couch. He gave a signal and Hardy took Neil outside to look at the back yard. He took Lee's hand in his, "Lee, we are very concerned about you and don't want you to be in any more trouble. Do you understand that we have your welfare in our thoughts?" Lee considered pulling his hand away from Matt, but quickly decided he liked it there. "Yes, Dr. Matt, I understand. I assume Neil has told you what has happened to me." "Yes, Lee, and it goes no farther than us, believe me." He looked into Lee's dark eyes, apologizing ahead of time, "Lee, I would like to bring someone to talk to you about Butch, now wait, Lee, please listen." Lee had started to object. "There are many things about Butch that you need to know. Would you listen to Rick Balsaam? Please? You know him and I assume would like him. Neither he or I have any hidden agenda, Lee, I just want you to recover." He gripped both of Lee's hands in his own and was pleased to see Lee relax and finally nod his head 'yes'. "Thank you. I'll call you when Rick can get free to stop in." * * * * * The Windsor Gazette came out on Monday with a small article toward the back of the first section which just noted that a bus driver had been shot near the Downtown Motel in River City. The name of the victim was not available at press time, nor was there any information about the killer. The River City Police Homicide division under the leadership of Captain Nils Berger was investigating. The other section of the paper, classified ads and comics, carried no further news as such. None of the Dukes spread any other information to their friends or anywhere, so that small article contained all the facts that Windsor City would know. Matt had called a friend in Columbus who said that the morning paper had not printed any further information. He was pleased and hoped that the story would die. His Dukes of Windsor did not deserve any unfortunate, coincidental press about the group. * * * * * An old man, bent, slovenly and poorly dressed, was pleased with his appearance. It was his disguise as he worked in his pawn shop, "Money for Goods", so that no one would recognize him outside of this shop. To Julius Gold it was important he be unrecognizable to some of his clients, especially in his moonlighting business. The pawn shop was profitable, but not nearly in the amounts he amassed from his outside work. His shop was located in downtown Columbus, on South Fourth Street near German Village where his customers had easy access to his obvious store front, highlighting the three brass balls over the door. He had never been robbed, nor had anyone even tried since they knew the he was 'connected'. Stealing from Julius Gold would be tantamount to shooting one's self in the head. His old 'dial' type phone rang, insistently, persistently while he crept to pick it up. He wore a hidden brace on his shoulders which didn't allow him to straighten up. His hand reached the receiver, picked it up and put it to his ear. Some days after being bent over all day, he had a hard time straightening up. "Hello?" A feminine voice spoke irritatedly. "Goldie, here." "Mr. Goldie, I was told to tell you this is Miz White." "No, no, not Mr. Goldie, just Goldie," he hesitated, "you got that?" "Yes, yes," she said, impatiently, "I understand. I want to talk to you about a ......" He yelled, "Not on the phone, you ignorant woman, not on the phone. You better have plenty of money because you are going to get charged double." "That's no problem, I got plenty of money." "That's good. Now, did you get that post office box my partner told you about?" "Sure, it's ....." "Shut up, damn it, not on the phone!" he yelled, "you damn nebbish. This is getting more and more expensive. Now just listen!" He continued rapidly, "You get a $5000 Wells Fargo check made out to cash. Send it to your Post Office Box within a week, no later. You have already been okayed by my partner, but we are very, very careful. You know?" "I guess you would have to be careful. I want that, too." "Okay, now, this whole thing will take quite a while. I can't rush it. Rushing causes trouble." He waited, "You are never to call this number again. EVER! You will be contacted through the Post Office Box and that's it." He put the receiver down, hearing her voice jabbering away until it was cut off. Julius Gold had a good partner in Maxie Gold, his younger brother who worked at the downtown main post office. His actual job had him sorting mail into the postal boxes from the behind the scenes aisles in back the boxes. He had learned how to pilfer mail from boxes, but only practiced on so-called junk mail. At times when their 'business' demanded, he had 'lifted' mail from their client's mail boxes. Actually, he had worked out a system whereby he never even put the mail in the box. The postal service had some clever postal inspectors who were devious and sneaky, but Maxie had so far been able to keep ahead of them. The overhead cameras didn't bother Maxie, he could dodge them easily enough. Maxie would watch Miz White's box, aware that a check would be arriving soon and he'd have to get it. Maxie had a system that was foolproof and he could be searched when leaving work at the end of his shift without a problem. None of the items he had stolen were ever discovered. He wouldn't even tell Goldie how it worked. Maxie and Goldie split a sum paid by the client which was equal to the sum the hit man would receive and they earned every bit of it. Setting up a hit without the wrong persons learning the details was difficult, but not impossible, fortunately for them. Maxie and Goldie rarely met, except for family get togethers. Goldie employed a private investigator to check the background of the prospective client, especially to find out how that person learned of Goldie's name and location. Miz White had found Goldie's ad in Mercenary magazine, called the number given and contacted Goldie's cut-out, another contact, Les Warlock. Goldie and Les had never met, if fact neither knew the other's real name or location. Goldie paid Les well for his help. Well, he'd see what he could do for Miz White. Les had no difficulty finding her name, address since she had given him her phone number. * * * * * Lee slowly rose from the couch, walked to the door of Neil's house to answer the bell since Neil had left to teach a class of shrieking reed players. He introduced Rick Balsaam into the house, tapping their fists in rhythm as a welcome. Lee smiled at Rick, put his arm around his shoulder as he led them into the living room, then both sitting on the couch at either end. "How ya doin', Lee, feelin' better?" "Yeah, Rick, much better, they took the stitches out so it doesn't itch so much anymore." Rick nodded, settling into the softness of the couch. "Dr. Matt wanted me to tell you about Butch, Lee, but I don't want to upset you." "It's okay, Rick, he talked to me and I agreed to hear what you'd have to say." Rick started to tell Lee just what he had told Dr. Matt about Butch. "Don't you remember, Lee, that Butch was the equipment manager for football, basketball and baseball? He ran that equipment room as his personal empire. He lived there, had a closet full of his clothes and a cot to sleep on, I guess when he didn't sleep at your house." Lee was disheartened, "I didn't know that, Rick, I just thought he stayed at his home." "Well, his parents wouldn't put up with him any more, Lee, they kicked him out." He thought for a moment, "Lee, do you remember that big cook in the high school cafeteria kitchen, the Italian one, big tits and ass?" Lee laughed, "Yes, I remember her, she used to tease all the guys, wondering it they could get it up for her." He thought back, "Once, I had a full tray in my hands and she reached to my crotch and played with my dick. Damn near dropped the tray." He giggled guiltily. "Well," Rick started, "Butch had her under his thumb. She loved Butch's big cock and he fucked her almost every day, sometimes two or three times. He would get her in his equipment room, pull her skirt up, drop his pants and shoved his hot, hard cock in her cunt as he pushed her back over. I watched them, him humping her ass hard, she was grabbing his buttocks to pull him harder into her. That woman would bring him food all the time, he never lacked for it or ever got hungry. "Lee, do you remember when a bunch of us got into trouble on the last day of school our junior year?" "Yeah, Rick, I do remember, but never heard what happened." "Fortunately, nothing did happen to us. Got away clean. We were in the equipment room and Butch wanted us to do a fuckin' train, so Butch bent over, dropped his pants and shorts as everyone did, then Davy stuck his cock in Butch's ass, Brian started fuckin' Davy, Eric rammed his cock up Brian's asshole and I did the same to Eric. We was goin' to town, everybody fucking when one of the coaches heard the noise and used his key to get in. It was funny, we broke apart and there's five guys with their cock hanging out, dripping pre-cum and some cum, too. " Lee was quiet then, "Rick, did you fuck Butch?" "Yeah, Lee, almost everyday for a year and a half, he said he needed my cock. He said he had a "personal trainer" who taught him stuff, but he was a "nigger" and he didn't want a "nigger" cock up his ass. But I wasn't the only one fucking him, at least 5 or 6 others did a lot too. I'm sorry, Lee, I know you were trying to help him, but he didn't want it. He said that often enough." Tears were pouring down Lee's cheeks as he tried to speak. "My friend, us guys were thankful for you, you got him cleaned up so he didn't smell bad. He had a great body. None of us minded fucking him, Lee, and he appreciated it." He waited, then said, "Lee, I'm sorry, but your friends thought you needed to know the real Jerry Butcher." Lee was sobbing, looking so depressed and abandoned. Rick moved over next to Lee, wrapped his arms around the young black, whispering, "Lee, your friends don't want you hurt by Butch any more. You have tried as hard as anybody could, Lee, you are not a failure, man, he is because he couldn't or wouldn't use what you gave him." The two young men held each other, lying on the couch coupled together until Neil came home about noon. He entered the house and tried to be quiet, but they heard him and awoke with red faces. "Don't get up, guys, I'll just fix some lunch for us." Rick and Lee straightened their clothing, smiling at each other. They held each other, just friendly as they got to know each other. But mostly Rick consoling Lee. Lee whispered, "Rick, I know you are a couple with Jamal, he's so hot." He laughed,"But I thank you so much for helping me, and I hope we can be friends." He snickered, "I won't even try to steal you." A quick touch of his lips on Rick's cheek and they released each other. Rick turned to look at the kitchen where Neil was cooking and jerked his head toward him and smiled. Lee blushed, bashfully lowered his head, smiled then nodded assuredly. * * * * * Rick left them after lunch, shaking Neil's hand and a hug for Lee. "Chill out, man, we're your friends and we'll help you." Neil and Lee watched Rick leave, then looked at each other. "Thanks for the lunch, Neil, that was nice." He smiled, "Are your classes over?" "As a matter of fact, yes, Lee, was there something you wanted to do?" He gave Lee a vey wicked smile and a big wink. Lee blushed, then stuttered, "Ah, Neil, ah .. ah .. I could use a nap and thought maybe you'd like to take one with me." "That's the best invitation I've had today, Lee, I'd be delighted. Let's go, I'll bet you can make it up the stairs today." Neil took Lee's hand, pulling him along to his bedroom. 'I'm glad I made my bed today,' he thought. He didn't check with Lee, but immediately undressed to his boxers and pulled down the covers. Lee was a bit shocked at Neil's strip, but decided to follow his lead. He noticed that Neil watched closely when his slipped off his shirt, then dropped his jeans and shed his trainers and socks. Neil also noticed that Lee's light brown body definitely had a rosy tinge, all the slim muscles intricately defined. He smiled at Lee's embarrassment and slid into the bed beside him. The two young men were on their backs, stretched out beside each other but not touching. Lee turned his head to see Neil's face. "Neil, I can't thank you enough for everything; getting me to the hospital, coming to see me every day and taking me into your home." He smiled and asked, "What can I do for you?" Neil just smiled. "Uh-oh," Lee smiled and said, "I think I left myself wide open." Neil got on his left side, his left arm resting on the elbow and the hand holding up his head as he stared at Lee, obviously ogling Lee's body including the bulge in his boxer briefs. He gazed at Lee from handsome face to slim, proportioned legs, lightly covered with dark hair. He was having a difficult time resisting the urge to touch Lee. Lee had a good idea of what was in Neil's mind. His right hand took Neil's right hand in his, his thumb rubbing the soft skin on the back of Neil's hand. Lee looked into Neil's eyes, looking for the honesty he knew was there. "Neil, I'm so grateful to you for all you've done for me. I was as low as I've ever been, but you and Rick and Matt have helped so much, I feel I can go on living my life." He raised his left hand and caressed Neil's hair, smoothing it on his head. "I do like you very much, but I don't want to think about anything more for a while. I'd like to get back to my life." He grinned affectionately, "If you could put me up, I'd like to stay here. Would that bother you too much?" 'Would it? I'll have a rock hardon all the time,' he thought, yet smiled. "No, Lee, I think I can control myself even if you were running around my house naked all the time. Try me, try me." Neil laughed loudly, laughing at himself and enjoying having Lee nearby. Lee looked sad, but spoke up, "Neil, if you won't lose control, I'd like it very much if you would hold me, I need some support right now." Neil realized that Lee's eyes were dripping tears, he was quietly crying, desperate for human warmth and strength. "Please." He croaked, then cleared his throat. "I believe you have saved my life, Neil." Neil rolled toward Lee, pulling his body to his so they could nestle together, giving comfort and solace to his friend, hopefully to be a dear lover before long. Lee's stomach was churning unpleasant thoughts about Butch, hoping he wouldn't try to find him again. He would have to be careful. * * * * * Matthew B. (for Bunker) Ridgway, Ph.D, 28years old, and in love with a man younger than himself, was sitting in his office in his beloved farmhouse, part of the Dukes Ranch near Windsor, Ohio, daydreaming about Hardy. He was immediately hard because he envisioned Hardy as he came to him for their first sex in his former house right in Windsor. Matt had hardly put down roots in the college and city when he met Hardy in his graduate seminar and fell into a cyclone of love with the young blond of whom he knew nothing. "Matt." A voice from the doorway call, but Matt was too involved in recalling that.... "Matt," a bit louder this time. Todd was embarrassed because he noticed that Matt was playing with his cock, hard as a rock, inside his light shorts. "Matt!" Matt turned toward the door, saw Todd, turned red all over, and pulled his hand away from his crotch. He started to say something but forgot what it was. His mind began working and he knew there was no way out of this dilemma. So he started to laugh. "Toddy, come in and shut the door, please. Take a seat." He continued to laugh. "I guess there is no way to hide what I was doing, is there?" Todd was still a bit blushed, but he smiled, "Ah, no, Matt, no way. My god, Matt, how big is that thing?" Todd's eyes actually bugged out as his lids opened to show his entire eyeballs. Again, Matt laughed, a little unsure of what he should do. Without saying anything, he stood up, pushed his shorts down to his thighs, showing his full strength cock in all its glorious eight inches. "This is it, Todd. Why hide it?" He snickered, "I don't mind showing it." Todd was staring at the huge, stone hard cock, dark with a bright purple-red head. "How long is it?" "It's about eight inches." Todd sat back in his chair and Matt let his shorts cover his prick again. Smiling broadly, "I liked it, Matt." He looked down at his crotch, and giggled, "It looks like junior liked it, too." The bulge in his crotch had swelled way out of normal. "What I wonder is how the hell Hardy can take the thing?" Matt sat down, "He's gotten used to it." He changed the subject, not wanting to get into that. "What brought you to me today, Todd? You had a question?" "Yes, Matt, you completely put it out of my head, you made me feel so good. Like a real friend." His good humor died and his smiles disappeared. "Roger has been getting on my butt, no, not literally, about what I said on the bus coming back from River City. He said I embarrassed him in front of everybody. He said I was a guest on the bus and should have had better manners." Todd was really disturbed by Roger. Matt combed his memory, but couldn't remember anything Todd had said. "Has he been mean to you?" "No, not really, just not as nice." "Todd, you'll have to remind me, I don't remember anything you said that was out of line. And by the way I consider you a very good friend, remember that, okay?" He tousled Todd's black hair, then realized it already was tousled, like an unmade bed. "Sure, Matt, thanks. It was when Jamal was asking all the guys whose boxers they were. I said that they couldn't be mine because I hadn't worn any underwear. Roger thought I shouldn't have said that." "I hadn't remembered that, Todd, but it certainly wasn't something anyone paid attention to. I'm afraid he over reacted." He thought a moment, "Todd, just let it go for now, and when I get a chance, I won't tell him you came to me, but I will find out why there's a burr up his ass." Todd stood up, feeling better, "Thanks, Matt, I'm glad you are my friend." Matt approached a sore subject, "Have you seen your mother, Todd, at all?" Todd looked at the floor, trying to control his grief. "Matt, I told her when I saw her last that I would see her when she called to tell me she would accept me as her son as I am, not how she wanted me to be. She hasn't called." "I'm sorry, Todd, very sorry." He stood in front of the younger man and put his hands on Todd's shoulders, gripping him, "I would talk to her if you think it would help?" "Thanks, Matt, but I wish you wouldn't. She has to see her own way to accepting me." Matt could see the tears in his eyes, his face flushed with emotion, "Okay, Todd." Since Todd was a little taller than Matt, when Matt hugged him, he felt Matt's still-hard cock pressing against his own erection. He hated to let go, but knew he'd better before it went too far. * * * * * After Todd left, Steve walked into their office. He laughed, "Was there a problem with Todd?" "Yes, he and Roger have been having a little tiff. Todd said something on the Dukes bus which irked Roger so he's been hard on the boy. I'll have to figure out how to chastise him without seeming to." "Was that a reason to show him the "family jewels?" Matt blushed, "Oh, you heard that." He sat and pointed to the other chair. "Actually, Steve, when he walked in I was day dreaming about Hardy and my cock was as hard as it gets. So I was ... ah ... sort of playing with it." "Ah ha," he said, "the plot thickens." He giggled, "And stretches out." "Yeah, make a joke. There was no way I could hide what I was doing, and then he asked how big it was. So, I showed him." He snickered, "And I think I impressed him. But I didn't tell him your cock was an exact copy." "Okay, you've convinced me. " He changed the subject, "Oh, Gary's investigators called yesterday before you got home and I forgot. All the fingerprints they found in my house belonged to you, me, Todd and Gary, Anne plus the little boys. No strange ones." "She must have worn gloves." "Probably, there were a lot of smudges around the place, mainly in my office where our stuff was kept." He thought a moment, "Oh, and they have been looking for the money trail, and again have found nothing yet. What the hell did they do with their money? They must have access to it or they wouldn't have money to live on. Wasn't their only income the interest on Dad's lump sum investments?" "I thought so." Matt also was puzzled by the problem. "Steve, they must have found a way to hide it and yet get to it as they need it. Something we just haven't thought about." Steve grunted, "I don't suppose a coffee can in the back yard?" Not being serious. "I guess, Steve, we'll have to wait for the investigators to find something. The ranch phone rang and Steve picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi, Steve, this is Brian." "Hi, Brian, now why do I know you want to talk to Matt?" "Just because, Steve, you are a mystic and Paphian God." Steve handed the phone to Matt, trying to remember what Brian had said, to ask Matt later. His PhD brother should know that. "Hi, Brian, how come you are still up, not in bed?" Brian moaned, "Oh, I'm feeling sorry for myself. Mike is still in Washington, I was hoping he'd be back sometime this week, but it isn't going to happen." "Have you found out anything about Louie's murder?" "I don't care, I'm horny!!" He started laughing maniacally. Matt tried to calm him down, thinking he was just playing. "Come on, Brian, remember I told you we have a room for you anytime. Come see us and I'll make sure you are taken care of." Brian was sniffing which Matt thought was a cold. However, when Brian spoke, Matt knew he was really disturbed. "Ah ... ah ... Matt, I really do need to see you. Could I come?" "Brian, you are welcome to come here anytime, but you have a lot of close friends there in River City, couldn't they help?" Matt was beginning to be a little worried about Brian. "Not really, Matt. They are too close to me." He sighed deeply, "Could I come now?" Steve had been listening, "Brian, get you ass over here. Get your helicopter in the air, jump in and come to the ranch. Okay?" Brian brightened hearing Steve's invitation, "Yeah, man, I'll do it. And," he emphasized, "I have a big surprise to show you." He checked the time,"It's about five p.m. now, I'll be there in an hour. I got a new helicopter, twice as fast as the last one." "Super, Brian, we can wait on supper until you get here. Watch out for construction stuff around the ranch, our outdoor/indoor swimming pool is almost finished. Have your pilot set down west of the former dairy barn, now Steve's studio." "That's okay, Matt, if Steve will take me on a tour." Steve butted in, "Any time you want, Brian." "Good, man, I'll see you guys about six p.m. Take care." "Bye." Steve bugged Matt, "What was he talking about, Matty, when he said Paphian God? What is that? Do you know?" Matt looked up from his work, "I don't know Steve, look in the dictionary there." He pointed to the huge volume on the table in the corner. Pages flew from side to side of the giant tome as Steve searched, and finally found his goal. "Matt, it says that Paphian means 'of or pertaining to love, esp., illicit sexual love, erotic, wanton.' That sounds good, doesn't it?" Steve's brother looked at him, adoringly, and smiled, "Yes, Stevie, that sounds just like you to me." He chuckled, "I'd take a Paphian God any day." Steve bent over Matt, kissed him on the lips, hard, and whispered, "And that's my lover brother, right?" "You bet." He slid his hand between Steve's legs to search under Steve's shorts. "Aha," * * * * * Matt called Ted Anthony, wondering if he wanted to come to dinner, and maybe demonstrate his barbecuing skills for some guests. "Matt, I'd love to, you know that. What time should I start?' "Just as soon as you can get here. I called Sheppler's Meats, they'll send 25 pounds of his best ribs along with our favorite sauce. And they are already cooked, just need heating up." Ted sounded excited, he hadn't been at the old farm house in a week or two. "Okay, Matt, how about you have Steve light the big grill, I showed him how to do that the last barbecue." "Hey, man, that's real fine, see you soon. And why don't you plan to stay overnight 'cause I think you will want to." Matt smiled, "Don't try to guess, young man, I'll tell you when I'm ready." He giggled, thinking, 'That young man might get the thrill of his short life.' Matt could tell Ted's mind was in a sexual overdrive trying to envision a scenario that Matt might be planning. "Okay, Matt, I'll take your suggestion and bring a toothbrush with me. See you." "Ted," Matt remembered, "I've forgotten to ask how your grampa is? Did his get a diagnosis." Ted smiled broadly, "Yes, I forget what they called it, but I guess it was pernicious anemia. It wasn't cancer, and will be healed. I thank you so much" He laughed, "I'll really thank you when I next see you." "Okay, I'll wait for that, Teddy." * * * * * After five more telephone calls, Matt had invited Neil Jordan and Lee Washington, Marty Stuart, .Karl Nordstrom and Sunshine Moore, plus all the residents at the Dukes Ranch to the barbecue. That would assemble a group of sixteen or so friends, convivial and sociable, who would enjoy each other and themselves. Most of those men and women were soon busy setting up the tables and chairs, augmenting the menu by chopping up relishes for the tables and Anne taking on the task of making a few tons of macaroni salad, when a soft whirring roar was heard overhead, sounding like no other chopper in the world. When the gathering saw the chopper above the farm, they couldn't believe one of them could be so quiet, yet so large. The helicopter moved to hover behind the dairy barn, then slowly and gradually lowered itself to the ground, being hidden by the barn. It took only a few minutes and Brian Whitlow appeared walking around the barn, carrying a small case in one hand plus a large round tray in the other. Matt walked to meet Brian partway, grabbing the tray and wrapping an arm around Brian's shoulders. He was startled when the chopper rose almost silently above the barn, then flitted toward east central Ohio where River City was located. In a few seconds it was gone. "Brian, you have some sort of secret engine in that thing to make it go so fast. Choppers are not known to be particularly fast, especially so quietly." As they walked, Brian leaned over to plant a quick kiss on Matt's cheek, "Matty, all I can tell you is that it is not an internal combustion or jet engine." He giggled, "They won't even tell me what it is all about, and I've invested a bunch of money in the research and development." He smiled at Hardy who was rapidly approaching the two men. "I'll tell you later, Matt." Brian shifted his bag to his left hand and held out the right toward Hardy who grabbed it with his strong hand. He grabbed Brian's bag from his left hand, "Brian, so good to see you and very glad you could make it, today." He clapped Brian on his back, feeling the solid, developed muscles he found there, then explained, "I'm going to put your bag in the spare room, first on the right at the top of the stairs. It comes with a private bath, so you'll have all the comforts of home." "Yeah, thanks," he smiled at Hardy, "but I'm going to miss having a bedmate." Hardy gave Brian a wink and sly grin, "We'll see what we can do about that." He dashed off to the house to deliver Brian's bag. Matt led Brian around the gathered guests to introduce him to those he didn't know. He never gave Brian's last name, and ignored any questions from the guests as Brian would do. "Brian, this is Marty Stuart, one of our instructors in the music department. Her brother is Gary Stuart, over there by the barbecue, he's our lawyer and Steve's partner." Having introduced them, Matt took Brian's offering, a tray with at least 10 pounds of shrimp with accompanying sauce, spread in neat circles around the circular tray and set it on the serving table. 'That should draw a crowd very soon,' he thought. Next, Matt walked to check with Ted about the ribs and the grill. He talked a while with Ted and Steve, then called to Brian. "Hey, Brian, over here for a minute, please." Brian excused himself from Marty's company and approached Matt, Steve and a young man, shorter than most of them, but cute as hell. He couldn't help smiling as he neared them. Matt spoke, "Brian, this young man is the owner of this whole farm, and he sold us the house and about 30 acres around it. He and his grandfather run the place and keep it in good shape." Brian curled his fingers around Ted's hand and his thumb, "Hi, Ted, pleased to meet you, this is a beautiful place here. I'm just a city boy at heart and grew up there, but I can still appreciate a fine looking farm. I can tell you've worked hard to keep it under control." Ted blushed at Brian's compliments, but enjoyed the approbation from this handsome, hunky blond, so poised and seemingly in control. His eyes had taken in Brian's body as he walked toward them, obviously seeing a well developed athletic physique, especially one with a solid basket at the joining of his legs. He smiled at Brian, thinking, 'Oh, man, would I ever love to get it on with you. But I know you'd never get hot with me.' "Thank you, Brian, we do work hard, but enjoy the labor because it is so rewarding and satisfying." "I better circulate, Ted, meet some more people and I'll talk to you later." "Glad to have met you, Brian, see you." He turned back to tend the ribs while Brian walked off. Neither had seen Matt's scheming smile turn into one of triumph before he also left to call everyone to the tables and heaps of wonderful food. Hardy helped to direct traffic. The scavengers immediately descended on the ribs, salad, rolls, relishes, chips, shrimp and drinks available. Everyone was well fed and filled with a companionable and convivial feeling of fellowship, friendliness. When the sun eventually descended beyond the far forest and the air chilled a bit, the guests trickled away, down the drive to Route 15 and back to Windsor. By that time all the party paraphernalia had been cleaned up and the residents of Dukes Ranch were inside the house, warming up. Matt furnished after dinner drinks for those who wanted one. In an hour or so, Brian asked Matt where he had a large table which would hold some plans he brought with him. "Follow me, Brian, my office upstairs will have what you need." The two men climbed the stairs side by side, eleven years apart in age, but much closer in determination and drive. There was admiration and mutual respect between them along with a goodly amount of affection, maybe even love. After reaching Matt's office, Matt cleared his drawing table for Brian who spread out a white mess of what used to be called blueprints on it. The older man looked on with great interest, not sure just what this was all about. "Matt, your old buddies, the Montoni twins came up with these drawings for a new music building for Windsor College." "Wow!" Matt was amazed and awed. He just didn't know what to say. He was stunned. Brian looked at Matt and smiled, "I thought so, too, man, they are some wonders." He continued, "I'm going to leave these prints here for you to go over for a couple weeks. If you see something that just won't work, let them know right away. Their new numbers and address are on the prints. I can look at them all day and still not know if it would work." Matt looked at Brian with wonder and gratitude, "Hey, man, you are so wonderful, and so philanthropic. This will enable us to include many more students in our curriculum, and make life more comfortable for those already there. What can I do to thank you?" "Well, you could ....." Rap, rap, rap. The sound came from Ted Anthony rapping on the door jamb of the office. "Hi, Ted, what can I do for you?" Matt asked. Ted smiled his brightest, "Well, you could tell me where I'm going to sleep." "Gee, Teddy, we've run out of rooms," he paused, "unless Brian here would let you sleep in his bed with him." Matt knew damn well that Brian was very interested in young Ted. "But maybe Brian would rather not have a bed mate. What say, Brian?" Brian played reluctant suitor, "Oh, I guess I could manage that," he grinned, "if he promises not to snore." "Gee, thanks, Brian, I'll go get cleaned up. Got sort of messy doing the barbecue." After Ted left, Matt looked at Brian and grinned, "You faker, that was going to be my gift to you for all you've done." He laughed, "I can tell you he's great, but don't tell, okay?" He started to whisper, "He took my cock up his ass like it was a ten year old's tiny prick." Brian laughed and laughed, "You probably had your monster when you were ten." "Okay, like when YOU were ten." Matt felt he got one up on Brian. Brian laughed, "I don't remember, you'd have to ask Adam some day. He would know because he was my mother, my brother, my nanny and my personal trainer - all in one. He says he knew the first time I shot cum and every time I jerked off. He even knew I was in love with Mike before I did. Even before I knew he was my brother, I loved him like one. Now you can look over the plans and tell me what works and what doesn't. I'm going to bed." Matt suggested that Brian give him a beginners lesson on reading the architect's prints. "Okay, Matt, the first four sheets show the basement and first, second and third floors. Part of each floor is a portion of the recital hall. Since the college already has a large auditorium, we didn't see a need to build another. So the recital hall will seat 200-300 people, depending on which design we use for that space. Mostly watch the size and placement of rooms, doorways, halls, exits and entrances, stairs and elevators. Besides that, watch the same for restrooms, offices and lounges. Got it?" He remembered, "Mainly, look for enough storage." "I guess so, Brian, I will really work on it this week." He looked at Brian's face, "Brian Whitlow, what am I to do for you." He was choking up, his voice husky and thick, "My dear friend, I can hardly express my gratitude for your generosity, I'm so thankful to you for helping me to realize my dreams for my life." Matt's eyes were brimming over with tears. He stood up and pulled Brian with him. They automatically fell into a forceful hug, moaning lowly while they pressed against each other and used their muscles to hold on and caress their bodies. In a moment Brian realized the he must leave, Matt was a friend, not a lover. "Matt, I need to get to bed." He snickered, sure that Matt knew why he was anxious to leave. * * * * * Ted Anthony lay in the wide bed in the spare bedroom where he and Brian were going to sleep together. He couldn't believe his good luck to get so close to this immensely wealthy young man, only 19 years old. Ted wasn't wealthy. Well, his grandfather had given him the money that Matt and his partners paid for the farmhouse, two barns and 30 acres of the farm. That gave him almost half a million but that can't compare to half a billion. Ted closed his eyes, visions of the handsome Brian in his room, stripping until he was wearing nothing, standing in front of Ted, legs wide spread, fists forced against his hips. He could envision Brian's physical body, lots of muscle but not a body builder and a triangular shape with wide, heavy shoulders and chest to a narrow, tight waist. Ted had noticed Brian's butt when he walked away from the barbecue, his jeans tight against his full, but narrow hips and buttocks. The legs he was sure were well-proportioned, thick thighs and outstanding calves. And, he was positive that Brian's feet would be the most beautiful feet in the world. He dreamed, maybe I could suck on them sometime. The smaller man crooked his finger at Brian, beckoning him closer to the bed. His cock was soft but fairly long, the circumcised shaft draped over his sack and large balls. Reaching up, Ted took the softness, the velvet skin in his hand, rubbing the darker glans with his thumb. He sat up on the edge of the bed, using his arms and hands to draw Brian nearer, cupping the man's buttocks, pulling until Brian was standing between Ted's spread legs and his growing cock was immediately in front of Ted's mouth, nose and inquisitive eyes. Ted's hands massaged the exotic legs in his hands, from ankles to just below the buttocks. The hair was so light as to be almost invisible, but Ted could feel each one along the back of his legs. Using his hands, Ted turned Brian until his buttocks were in front of Ted. He placed his nose and mouth against the malleable cheeks, so flexible yet with a core of hard, strong muscles. As if opening a new present or new treasure, Ted slowly pulled Brian's cheeks apart, exposing the young man's most intimate and hidden place on his body. Ted's senses were assailed immediately by sight, smell, and feel but he wanted the next sense. Tentatively, Ted pushed his tongue forward until the tip reached the wrinkled ring, rosy areola around the actual tiny hole. Bedeviled by the aroma, the scent of the man, his body and especially his anal orifice, Ted began painting Brian's inner ass with his tongue, laying rivers of saliva all along, Returning Brian's front toward himself, Ted tickled his cockhead with swipes of his tongue on the now swollen flesh. The cock had hardened to 7 inches of hot, pulsing cock, so long that the tip was right at Ted's mouth. He wrapped his flexing lips around that end of the mighty rod, using his tongue to push into the slit which was unfolded by his fingers. Brian's body gave jerks, shuddering almost continually. The searching mouth finally found Brian's blond bush of soft, curly hair when his cockhead had slipped a bit down Ted's throat, drooling his lube to make sliding down easier. Ted was continuously swiping Brian's cock with his tongue, along the shaft and especially over the head. At one point only Brian's cockhead was in Ted's mouth and Ted thought that he would suck all the hot heir's cum out. He was getting more and more aroused and excited from the erotic sensations, beginning to speed up his mouth on Brian's living baton, swishing his tongue and tightening his lips until Brian began to moan loudly, punching his pelvis at Ted and his cock deeper. Ted grabbed Brian's buttocks and pulled his cock deep into his mouth. Brian seemed to be at his climax, or very near. Brian bent over Ted's head, his arms holding Ted's buttocks and the bed as his hips banged and banged away at Ted's mouth and finally his arms and legs froze, seized by his throes of passion as his cum flowed into Ted. Ted relaxed, lay back, then realized it was his own cum all over his chest and abdomen and Brian was nowhere in sight. He leaned up on his elbows, looking dazedly around, actually thinking, 'Where's Brian?' He quickly wiped his body free of cum. And waited. He was also thinking that he'd shot his chances with Brian by cumming so soon. He'd have to pray for a quick recovery. At that moment he saw the door of the bedroom slowly open. He pulled up the sheet and lay down to pretend to be asleep. Write to Paul at dukesofwindsor@juno.com * * * * * Turning The Page Some characters in this story have been drawn from my first book, Turning The Page, Nifty/Adult Friends/August 13, 2002. It is not necessary to read that book first, but it would give you a background for The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor.