Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 07:11:12 -0500 From: Paul Daventon Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-31 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 * * * * * 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 Thirty-one ============= Matt and Hardy had gotten everything ready for the Dukes and Duchess to head for Washington, D. C. in the Dukes' RV. Brian had found another driver, one who had been vetted closely for any problems in his past. Charlie Bratton had twenty years experience driving buses and recreational vehicles with plenty of recommendations, but Brian still had a detective agency trace Charlie's background two weeks before the Dukes were scheduled to leave. He was credited with a perfect driving record and clean personal background. Since they were playing on Friday night in the East Ballroom of the White House, Matt decided to leave on Tuesday and spend Wednesday touring central Washington, government buildings, and Thursday having last minute rehearsals. The group was leaving from the porte-co-chere at the entrance to the old music building and their friends were standing around talking to them and each other, just waiting for the time to leave. "Hardy, is everyone here?" "I haven't really counted noses, Matt, but I will right now." He asked each member of the Dukes whether their partner had shown up. No one was mentioned until he stopped Jamal who was putting supplies on the RV. "No," Jamal said, "Rick isn't here yet." He smiled, "I did wake him up, but since I had to be here early to load the RV, I left and assumed he'd get up, get dressed and show up here." He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called Rick. "No answer, maybe Rick is still in the bathroom. Should I go see?" "No, Jamal, you and I'll go see. Get your car and we'll go after I tell Matt what we are doing." Jamal took off to bring his car back while Hardy found Matt. "Matt, Rick hasn't shown up yet. Jamal said he woke him, but had to leave to load the RV. He may have fallen asleep again. We are going to see." "Okay, Hardy, you have your cell phone with you?" "Yes." "All right, call me when you find out the problem." He patted Hardy on the shoulder and smiled, wishing he dared kiss him in front of everybody. Jamal drove up to them, Hardy hopped in and they took off. The dorm was only a mile away. * * * * * Just before Jamal tried to phone him, Rick himself had finally awakened, looked at his watch and knew he had to hurry. Throwing a towel around his naked body, Rick took off down the hall to the communal bathroom. Seeing noone in the room, he hung up his towel and entered the shower room, then turned on a shower head and began to clean himself up. He was thinking about their trip to Washington and humming to himself as his rubbed the soap over his gleaming flesh, also enjoying the feel of his hands on his velvet body. Rick had shaved before going to bed the previous night. He really didn't have much facial hair and what he had was very light, hardly visible. So a quick shower would do until they got to the hotel. He was humming part of their last number, the tribute to Texas, the Yellow Rose of Texas was on his mind. He hadn't heard the song before Hardy arranged it for the Dukes. Washing his face, Rick had his eyes closed when a loud, rough voice reached his ears. 'Oh, shit,' he thought, 'that's Rocky Krupko, and Jamal isn't here with me.' Suddenly, Rick was scared, he knew he wasn't a fighter, just a lover.' A little smile came to his lips. "Well, well, here's little Ricky, ain't he cute as a bug in a rug. Where's your nigger, friend, Ricky, back in the room tired of fucking you?" "Shut up, you asshole. You don't know anything. Just leave me alone." "Aw, little Ricky is all by himself. Maybe you'd like my eight inch cock up your ass? Huh? How about that, Ricky? I got a great cock here, and now it's hard as it gets." Rocky started walking toward Rick, slowly but vengefully. He was jacking his big cock determinedly. "Since your nigger buddy isn't here, I guess I'll have to take care of you." "Rocky, you stupid shit, if you touch me, you will be in such trouble you'll never get out of it. That I promise you. Now get your ass out of here, I'm in a hurry." Rocky was probably 6' 2", well over 200 pounds of pure muscle, practically no fat. Well, except in his head. He was well built all over, muscles defined and pumped. His eyes, though, were too close together to look anything but stupid and evil. Rick was worried now, honestly scared, but he was trying to talk himself out of his trouble. But the situation was becoming more and more dangerous. Rocky got close to Rick and grabbed one arm. "Now, little missy, you come here so I can get this poker up your ass. You just need a real man to fuck you, not some little mamby pamby nigger." "Leave me along, Rocky, stop it!" Rick pulled his arm, trying to get away. Then he swung his other arm and hit Rocky on his lips, hard! Rocky roared, "Now you've had it." He gave Rick a hit in the chest that threw him to the floor where he hit his head on a pipe just above the floor. He crashed to the floor and lay there, unconscious and unmoving. "Oh, shit," Rocky got worried, "now I've done it." He decided not to stick around because he didn't know where Jamal was. He wrapped his towel around his waist, covering his rapidly sinking cock and bulging buttocks and headed out. Just as he moved into the hall, he saw Jamal and another guy come out of Rick's room. He turned the other way from them and quickly reached his room which he entered and locked. * * * * * Jamal and Hardy entered their dorm room. No Rick. "Jamal, where could he be?" Jamal had been looking around. He pointed to Rick's bed, "Hardy, those are the clothes Rick was going to wear today. Let's check out the dorm bathroom." He took off out the room door, turning left toward the bath Hardy assumed and followed. Half way down the hall, a naked figure emerged from the bath, only a towel around his waist. "Jamal, do you know who that was?" "I'm not sure, but I can find out. I know who's room he entered." The two men went in the bath door, immediately looking around since they heard moaning in the shower room. Turning the corner, Jamal and Hardy gasped when they saw Rick lying on the tiled floor, moaning, seeming to be unconscious. Jamal ran to Rick, cradling his head in his arms, "Baby, what happened, wake up, love, talk to me." Jamal held his naked lover in his arms, speaking soothing sounds in his ear. Hardy turned on a cold shower head, which water sprayed lightly on Rick, and Jamal of course. He would have to change, too. "Oooh, my head," he groaned, slowly awakening. He looked at Jamal and Hardy. "What are you guys doing here?" "Honey, you were supposed to be at the RV by now. We came searching for you. Can you remember what happened?" "Oh yes, it was that fucking jock, Rocky Krupko, the most bigoted, intolerant guy in this dorm. He is always making smart ass remarks about Jamal and me." He grabbed Jamal's hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it. Jamal put his head over Rick's and tenderly lowered his lips to Rick's. "How you doin', baby. Are you hurting?" "Jamal, let's get Ricky back to your room, he's getting cold. Then we'll see how we think he is. And you need to change clothes." Jamal carried his lover gently but solidly to his chest, holding his naked body tightly in his arms. He made a strict promise not to leave Rick alone ever, or take him along. Hardy meanwhile called Matt at the Music Building, "Matty, Jamal and I found Rick unconscious on the shower room floor. He told us just what happened, and he seems to have met up with the dorm bully who probably put him out." "How does look and sound, Hardy?" "I don't think that he's badly hurt. Probably his head hurts like hell since he must have fallen or been pushed, but he is talking coherently and seems okay. We'll get him dressed and I think we better stop at the College Infirmary just to have the nurse look at him. I don't think we need to go to Emergency, they might want to keep him." "That's good, Hardy, we will wait. Our arrival at the hotel is secured by my credit card. I'm glad I put an extra day in our schedule. We'll watch Ricky carefully on the trip, and I'm sure Jamal will be taking good care of him." "Jamal, Matt said to get him dressed and over to the Music building, after we stop to see the nurse." He turned to look straight at Rick, "I want you to tell us if you notice anything nasty, especially if you feel nauseous or have an attack of any sort, okay?" Rick smiled his best, just glowing all over, "I will, Hardy, I'm feeling better already." Hardy turned away, then swung immediately back, sat next to Rick and held him tight. "We will get Mr. Krupko when we get back. He's not getting away with this persecution and abuse." He brushed his lips on Rick's, smiling to his friend. "Do you have any bags still to go to the bus?" Rick indicated he didn't. Meanwhile, Jamal was exchanging his wet clothes for dry. Within half an hour, Rick had been dressed, a job that Hardy loved to watch, and the three men were at the Music Building, saying 'hi' to everyone. Hardy talked to Matt, "We stopped at the Infirmary and Sean, the nurse, said he looked fine. A little bump on his head and he wasn't out very long. He suggested aspirin for a while. So here we are." Matt raised his voice, "Okay folks, we're all ready and it's a 'GO'." Todd had finished the loading while Jamal was finding Rick. He watched as Jamal and Hardy got Rick in the RV, out of his clothes and into the bed in the back. Rick smiled wickedly, "I seem to be always getting naked for you, Jamal, we better watch or people will talk." Todd, the other roadie, spoke to Jamal, "Man, you take care of Rick, I'll take care of everything else. Okay?" Todd smiled and squeezed Jamal's shoulder. Jamal said 'thanks' and pulled up the covers over his lover and kissed him passionately, holding him close to his chest, caressed his hair. Jamal stayed in that bedroom in the RV all the way to Washington, a trip of ten hours, all on interstates. After a while, he took off his shoes and crawled on the bed next to Rick. He put his arm around Rick and held him close. The swaying of the coach aided his attempt to go to sleep. Before he slept, he told Rick, "Ricky, I'm so sorry I wasn't with you today. I should have been there to protect you, love. It won't happen again, believe me, I will always be at your side from now on." Rick had already fallen asleep, and Jamal promised himself he would repeat that to him when he awoke, but he hoped he had understood him through his hazy conscious state. Jamal felt better and slept while they traveled the Ohio Turnpike to meet the Pennsylvania Turnpike as far as the Breezewood exchange where they headed south on Interstate 70 toward the District of Columbia. Actually, Jamal woke by the time the RV met the Pennsylvania Turnpike and watched Rick sleep while still having lunch, conversed with the rest of the company, and helped Todd serve when he could. The RV hadn't stopped because the food was all on board and Todd did a good job of serving everyone. The bathroom helped give everyone relief. All of the Dukes and Duchess, Little Jeff, Big Jeff, Rick, Roger and Christine, plus Todd, Jamal, Hardy and Matt were fed good food, some of which Todd warmed in the galley aboard the RV. He still had enough to give them a light meal in the evening. Also, plenty of soda pop and munchies were stowed on board for snacks. Technically, Todd wasn't a member of the Dukes, however he was the partner and lover of trombonist Roger Adams who took Hardy's place when he advanced to be the director of the group. Everyone loved Todd, a tall, dark haired young man, who had been rejected by his mother, an instructor at Windsor College. Matt had tried to patch it up between them, but his mother, Carol Fowler, refused to believe that Todd was gay or that if he was, he wasn't going to stay that way. She wanted him to see a psychiatrist she knew who could have him 'cured'. Todd and Roger were deeply in love, very compatible and congenial, and they lived at the farm house with the Ridgways. Todd had originally been hired by them to take care of Steve's two boys, Jacob and Joshua, who adored him and he them. Todd had been crushed when the boys were kidnaped. Fortunately, they were found within a week, unharmed physically though they needed a lot of love and affection to restore them to the family. When Roger had been elevated from 'roadie' to being the Duke trombone, Todd had taken his partner's place as a helper of the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor. He had worked out very well, especially since Hardy's mother was also at the farmhouse so she could care for the boys when Todd had to be gone. In September, just two months away, Jacob would be starting first grade in the Williams County school system. Steve and Matt were unable to believe that Jacob could be that old. He was too young to leave home every day for school. * * * * * After leaving Pennsylvania on Interstate 70, the Dukes rode onto 270 headed for the national capitol. They picked up Interstate 295 on the northwest side of Washington, finally joining Interstate 66 from the west leading them directly into their goal. Mike and Brian had splurged on the Dukes for their stay by booking all eight into The Watergate Hotel on Virginia Avenue very near the Watergate complex where Mike's apartment was located. They reserved two suites for them, two bedrooms and two beds in each suite, Jacuzzi pools and saunas. Christine was given a one bedroom private suite just for her, yet they also assumed the others would spend much of their down time in her room. Rick had awakened as they entered the state of Maryland, just resting while Jamal lay beside him, talking quietly, repeating what he had said to Rick as he was going to sleep. "Jamie, don't worry about it. It was my fault, too. I should have gotten up and gone with you. I was so scared, just hoping you would come and save me." Rick had tears in his eyes, as did Jamal. They cuddled and Jamal gave Rick plenty of kisses and hugs. "No, Ricky, I should have forced you out of bed. But .." he smiled, "you were looking so cute asleep there, I couldn't make you get up." He gave Rick a firm stare, "Next time I will take you with me everywhere. And that's a promise." Rick giggled, "And I'll let you, my huggy bottom." He snickered again when Jamal took offense to that, but when Rick patted his outstanding butt, he forgave him. Jamal had his right hand under the covers, holding Rick's cock and balls, lightly massaging them while they lay together. Hardy had been standing at the bedroom doorway, "Oh, jeez, you guys, how much of that lovey-dovey stuff do we have to take." He laughed at them, "Okay, I'm sorry, men, if you feel like getting up, Ricky, we are in Maryland and soon will be entering the District." Rick started to get out of bed, then, suddenly embarrassed, he covered himself with the sheet. "I forgot I was naked, Hardy." Blushing, "but if it's just us guys, I guess that's okay." With an affectionate smile from Hardy, he got out of bed and looked for his clothes. Suddenly, everyone on the RV was in the bedroom, watching Rick hunt for his clothes. When he noticed, he clasped his hands over his genitals, rather too late. He put one hand on his forehead, not realizing that his other hand couldn't hold his whole package, especially since his cock had risen considerably. Rick looked down, "Oh what the hell, stare if you want." He continued searching until he was completely dressed again. They all applauded him for his efforts, though some Dukes, including Christine, yelled, "Take 'em off, take 'em all off." Now Rick was really embarrassed, reddening from top to bottom, but still smiling. Jamal hugged his lover and pulled him into the living area of the RV. They sat together in a wide captain's chair to look out the windows. Everybody else let them alone, going back to their own pursuits whatever. Most were getting excited to be nearing Washington and the day of their performance for the President of the United States. * * * * * When their RV let them off at The Watergate Hotel, the nine musicians carried their luggage up to the desk. Brian Whitlow leaned languidly against the desk, "Hi Dukes and Duchess, welcome to Washington. Guys and Chris, everything is taken care of and I'll pass out the keys when we get upstairs. Big Jeff and Little Jeff, Roger and Todd will take Suite 10 and Matt and Hardy, Rick and Jamal will take Suite 11 with Christine on her own in Suite 12. I hope you enjoy yourselves here, if you want anything, you may order from Room Service and that will be taken care of. At least that's what Mike Keith told me. You can head up to your rooms now." Brian held Matt back, "Matt, I assumed you would want Rick in your suite. He looks good but you never know with head injuries. However, he does have seventy two hours to recover and I would guess he'll do fine. "Thanks, Brian, you take such good care of us." He put his arm around Brian's broad and heavy shoulders, "You are a wonder, my friend, and we are so pleased to have you." He got a sober look on his face, "Our helping you is part of Mike's remembrance of Bryan Howard, his late friend. I met him and know how close Mike was to him just before his car accident." "Okay, Brian, we'll thank Mike too. See you later." "Oh, one more thing, are all your people over twenty-one?" "Yes, all except Todd O'Brien but he looks older." "He probably won't have any problem, they don't worry about it too much here. Have a good time. Both Mike and I will be at the performance on Friday." He chuckled, "I'm Mike's spouse at this function. Don't know how the Pres will take that. Maybe he'll never know. He lived through learning you and Hardy were married, so maybe this won't faze him." * * * * * The historic Watergate Hotel was on Virginia Avenue near the Watergate Complex where Mike had his apartment. Mike wangled an invitation from the White House to the Friday night Gala for the English diplomats and was allowed a ticket for one guest which of course would be Brian. He had planned to fly in on Thursday night by Learjet. Actually, Brian flew in on Tuesday afternoon and just beat the Dukes arrival at the hotel. His sponsorship of Windsor College through Matt and Hardy, helping the Dukes and the whole music department was close to his heart and Mike's. Brian called Matt's room to ask him to have everyone in his room as soon as he could. He would be there within a half hour to talk about plans. Brian waited in the lobby to meet Hunter Huntington who soon arrived to inform the whole gang about the next three days of activities. "Hi Hunter, good to see you again." He smiled and looked toward Hunter's rear end, "I guess you recovered from the night with Hardy Wolfe." "Man, Brian, I still walk a little funny. I told my boss I had pulled a muscle in my back, but I didn't mention which one." He grinned back at Brian. "No matter if I hurt, it was worth ten times more hurt." "Good. Oh, the Dukes and all are in Matt room, so we better get up there." "Lead on, Brian." * * * * * The Dukes and extras were sitting around Matt's suite, waiting to hear what they are to do. Brian and Hunter stood in front of them, "Lady and gentlemen, this hunk beside me is Hunter Huntington, White House advisor on entertainment at White House events." All said 'Hi'. "Hi all, we are all so pleased that you have agreed to perform for the State Department Gala Friday night and we hope you enjoy your experience and visit to Washington. "Tomorrow we have scheduled a tour of Washington for you all. Since you are used to your RV, we will use it tomorrow but with a different driver who knows the city. Most of the time we will be driving by the monuments, we usually don't stop. At least you will see a lot of buildings on the way. "Any questions so far?" No one has any. "After lunch, we will stop at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, next to the Lincoln Memorial and will spend at least a half an hour there. You will get off the RV there. The Korean Veterans Memorial is close also. I would imagine most of you would have parents or grandfathers or other relatives involved with those struggles of our country. "We will leave by nine tomorrow morning and will have a breakfast buffet set up here in the hotel at 8 am.. I guess that's it for now. If you have personal places you want to see, please wait until Saturday. Remember, none of you should go out alone. You must go in pairs, or even better, groups of fours. Does everyone understand that and why we require it?" Hunter looked into the eyes of each of the Dukes, seeking and receiving their acknowledgment. Brian stood beside Hunter, "Are there any questions? It would be better if you do not go to extremes with your clothing. Set a good example. You don't need to go formal, but please don't go trashy. Okay?" He waited while they all nodded in agreement. "Before you head for bed and sleep, I'd like to introduce each of you to Hunter, so he can get to know you." He smiled, "BJ and LJ, come on up." The boys walked up to Brian and Hunter. Brian said, "Hunter, this is Big Jeff and to his right is Little Jeff. Fine tuba and trumpet. You may be confused because Big Jeff is so much shorter than Little Jeff. I'll just say it depends on your yardstick. Think about it." Brian smiled at the boys who shook Hunter's hand with poise and friendliness. Hunter thanked them, then looked at Rick and Roger as Brian introduced them. He asked Rick how he felt, then said if he thought he should rest tomorrow, he could. Or he could come on the RV and rest in the bed whenever. He tried to get the names in his head, though he was noted for his amazing memory for names and faces. He had to, he was a politician. Christine was next, dazzling Hunter with her beauty and vitality. "Hi Christine, I'm very pleased to meet you. I've heard the Duchess is the icing on the Dukes of Windsor cake and I do believe that." He held Christine's hand, "Chris, do you know someone named Lord Ballard? I met him the other day, and he thought your name seemed familiar." "No sir, I don't know the name. My father used to do business in England and I sometimes would travel with him and my mother. But that name is not one I remember. Maybe if we could meet, I might realize I know him. How old would he be?" "I really don't know, Christine, but probably in his early twenties." She nodded, but turned away looking puzzled. Since Hunter knew Hardy very well, he then met Jamal Woods and Todd O'Brien. Before he left, he reviewed his remembrance of their names. "See you in the morning, Matt, I'll be here in time for breakfast. I love to eat on you guys, you do meals up right." * * * * * After meeting Hunter, the Dukes went to their own rooms, getting ready for bed. Matt was particularly concerned by Rick who didn't seem very well that evening. He and Hardy had undressed completely since they always slept together nude. Instead of sliding into bed, Matt needed to talk to Rick. They had to have him in good shape for Friday's performance. Hardy has made it into the bed, so Matt gave him a quick kiss before he went across the living room into Rick and Jamal's bedroom. Jamal had undressed, including his bikini briefs, so he was naked walking around the bedroom. Matt had never seen Jamal naked, but he was very impressed with his slender yet muscular physique, good enough to exhibit plenty of signs of a hot hunk. His smooth skin was tan like coffee with a large dose of cream, filled with the warmth of the sun. Lovely buttocks. Jamal noticed Matt watching him and smiled. At that point Jamal decided not to wear anything to bed. He sat on his side of the king sized bed, watching Matt sitting beside Rick on the other side. He had never seen Matt naked before and was highly affected by his handsome body and especially his soft cock. Jamal was sure it would be huge when hard. "How do you feel, Rick, just tired or more than tired?" "I'm okay, Matt, honest, yes I am a little tired." "Please, Rick, we want to have you well by Friday, really well. This is Tuesday so we have time, I'm sure." He laid his hand of Rick forehead. "You feel a bit too warm." Rick looked somewhat embarrassed. "Matt, I do have to admit that I've got a terrible headache, almost making me sick to my stomach." Matt held one of Rick's hands in his, "Ricky, I'm going to call to the desk for a doctor. There may be nothing wrong, but it won't hurt to check." He looked into Rick's eyes which drooped a bit, "I do have to ask if that is all right with you, is it?" "Sure, Dr. Matt, anything you say." He smiled bravely through his pain. * * * * * Matt waited in the living room for the doctor who was examining Rick, worrying about the young man. He was also furious about the guy that pushed Rick, that Krupko. He wasn't sure what he could do, but it was serious and he would get the guy. The doctor approached. Matt had put on a hotel robe. "Dr. Ridgway, I understand your situation, Jamal told me why you are here and what is coming up." The doctor shook Matt's hand, "And I think Rick will be all right. If he doesn't feel better by tomorrow morning, we should really do some tests. No matter what, I think he should stay in bed all day tomorrow if there is someone to stay with him." "Doctor, there are eight people here who would be most willing to stay with him. It will probably be me, since I want the kids to enjoy themselves in Washington in addition to playing in the White House." "Ricky has had a very hard knock to his head and while I don't think there was any real damage, I don't want to take chances. If there is any change to his condition, give me a call immediately." He handed Matt a card, "This is my phone number, call anytime, day or night." "Thank you so much, Dr. Reynolds, we appreciate your help." After the doctor left, Matt went back to see Ricky and Jamal. "What do you think, Jamal, is he a quack?" "Hell no, that guy is a whiz. For some reason, he could tell we were a gay couple, but I don't know how. Just because I was in bed with Ricky, hugging and kissing him." He snickered. "But he had a nice, wonderful bedside manner." "Ricky, we do want you to stay in bed tomorrow all day. We don't want to rush you into a full rehearsal without plenty of rest." He grinned at Rick, "And, I will be your slave for the day, taking care of you. However, there is one chore I refuse to do, and that's wipe your bottom. Either you will stay dirty or do it yourself." Rick flushed deep red all over, very evident because the doctor had uncovered Rick to his knees. He was stuttering, too, unable to get the words out. "That's okay, Ricky, I'm sorry." He whispered, "Actually, I would do anything you needed to have taken care of." Matt pulled Rick's covers up to his neck, and even gave him a peck on his forehead. "Jamal will be with you all night and will be very concerned with your welfare. I'll be on duty after breakfast. Okay?" Ricky looked at Matt, loving and appreciating. "Thanks, Matt, I'm sure I'll be okay." Jamal got in bed beside Rick, spooning him from behind, holding him tenderly in his strong arms. The love between those two young men was so tangible, very real. Matt got a bit choked up to see them caressing each other. He inwardly wished them a safe, healthy and decent life in the future. Somehow, he was sure they would make it. The gay life together was full of pitfalls and hidden traps, but could be still a wonderful relationship if they worked at it. * * * * * Wednesday from 9 am to 3 pm was spent touring Washington, viewing the many government buildings, the Mall and Reflecting Pool. Hunter had let them off to see the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and the Korean Memorial. None of the Dukes had seen either and Matt had been insistent they do so when they had the chance. The Korean memorial affected each of them seeing the 19 poncho-clad eerily-standing soldiers, gloomy and silent but profoundly effective in their appearance. However, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial stunned them with it's simplicity and deeply expressive polished black granite wall with the thousands of names of those killed in the war. The walls with the names inscribed thereon thundered with the horrendous sense of loss, all those men and women gone forever. Each of the Dukes read from one end of the memorial on each wall, looking for names they might recognize, forced by their inner conscience to seek those they knew. When they got to the end of the walls, each one had found at least one deceased veteran from their memory. The group stayed over an hour, but just couldn't leave quickly, so powerfully influenced by the Wall were they. Matt stayed at the hotel with Ricky, but had been to the memorial before, and found his father's brother's name, Sgt. Morris Ridgway, Uncle 'Mo. Matt and Steve never knew him, he served and died before they were born. But the family remembrances were thick with stories about Uncle 'Mo'. Matt had Ricky resting most of the time, but got him up to the bathroom. As he went into the small room, Rick smiled at Matt, "And, Dr. Matt, you won't have to wipe my bottom." He shut the door. After their lunch, they decided to nap and Matt lay behind Ricky, comfortably spooned together and he held the young man to his body. Rick eventually had pushed back into Matt's body, seeking his physical aura. Later Rick told Matt that his presence gave him such a feeling of warmth and contentment, just like his Mom or Dad used to hold him when he was ill. After a quiet, meditative group of Dukes regained the RV, they held each other, consoling those in need. Hunter spoke to them while they were heading back to the hotel. "That is all of the tour today. Maybe you can see why I chose to visit the memorials last. They are much more immediate than the others." He paused, "Tomorrow, you will be free in the morning to shop near the hotel. When you do go out, go in twos or better go in fours and don't explore far from the hotel. In the afternoon Hardy has set up a rehearsal for you in the ballroom of the hotel where you can go through your routines without being bothered.." He looked to Hardy sitting in the back with a very worried Jamal. Hardy said, "I'd say the rehearsal would take about two hours. Let's start at 2 pm and finish around 4 after which you are on your own again until dinner in the hotel restaurant. Any questions?" "What are we going to do tomorrow night?" Roger smiled, looking at Todd with love and lust in his eyes. Todd returned the look. Hunter smiled fondly at them, "Tomorrow night you are in for a treat, we are going to Ford's Theater for a pre-New York performance of a comedy that I think you will like. I saw it a couple of weeks ago and enjoyed it. It is about a future President of the United States played by comedian Rich Harris, who is making a complete mess of his administration." He cautioned, "Now before you make remarks about previous or present holders of the office, this is all fiction!" He smiled as the group groaned in disbelief. "Honest, I'm sure you will like. And it is something to tell the folks at home. "Also, tomorrow, Mike Keith has invited us to his Watergate apartment for a short get- together after the play and before your big night. I said we'd all go assuming you want to?" His voice raised as a question, seeking an answer. They all expressed a willing desire to go. "Okay, guys and gal, back to the hotel. You haven't had a chance to search the hotel yet. You will find many shops, most of those will interest Christine, plus there are arcades loaded with electronic games of all sorts. You can play them free if you show your room key. Okay?" Hunter had gotten them beyond their sad thoughts, he always had to when he took a group to those two memorials. He wished all his groups were as smart, quick and eager as this one. Back at the motel, Jamal found his Ricky doing very well, playing computer games with Matt on the room computer furnished by the hotel. He also found out that Matt lost every game of every type they played. He snickered a bit, then said he was going with Christine shopping in the hotel mall of shops. He figured he'd have to wait while she tried on every dress they had in her size. The rest headed for the arcade. They couldn't believe getting to play free because they were staying in the hotel. Challenges abound between them, BJ against LJ, Todd against Roger and Hardy kibitzing all of them. * * * * * That Wednesday evening the Dukes and Christine stayed in the hotel, though most went to the arcade but not Rick and Jamal. They played some computer games where Jamal won at least as many as he lost. After Matt lost every game to Ricky, Jamal didn't want Ricky to get a swelled head or superior attitude. After the others left, Rick and Jamal played a while more. They sat in desk chairs beside each other in front of the computer. Jamal noticed that Rick kept caressing him, holding on to him. He assumed that he needed reassurance of having his love with him physically. While Jamal was trying desperately to save his character and win the game, Rick kept caressing Jamal's inner thigh, dangerously close to his now hard cock. . It was a struggle for him because it was not a game he'd played before, and his concentration was definitely broken. At the next click of the mouse, Jamal's character was dead! "Oh hell, Ricky, I'm dead," he turned to face Rick, "and you are the cause. Look what you've done to me." He pointed at the long bulge in the inside of his pants leg. "Not that I really minded, but I wanted to win something." Rick smiled sweetly, "Jammie, you've already won something wonderful ..... me!" Jamal suddenly scooped up Rick in his arms and carried him into their bedroom, lowering him on the bed. He walked back to close the doors to the living room, turned and grinned evilly to Ricky, "Baby, you are mine and I'm hoping we can play a different game now." He dropped to the bed beside Rick, pulling Rick's slender body against his own, thrusting his bulging crotch against Rick's. Rick responded by embracing Jamal in his arms, caressing his back and buttocks, favorite spots for him on his lover's body. "Before we start anything, I have to know some things and you must tell me honestly. Okay, Ricky?" Rick nodded seriously. "Have you been dizzy since you experienced some this morning?" "No, Jamal, not since I first got up. Matt steadied me for a while, but it went away soon." "Have you had any more headaches? Nausea? Aching in your body?" "Again, I had a bit this morning but none after that?" "You're sure, hon, this all means a lot of all of us. You aren't covering up anything." Rick moved his head close and kissed Jamal on his thin lips, a gift from his white mother. "Honest, Jamie, I'm fine. And I desperately want you to make love to me. We haven't done anything since Monday night." "If you are sure, hon, I want to, too. I assume everyone will respect the closed doors, it wouldn't be terrible if the others saw us, but I'd prefer to keep our private lives ... private. Okay?" Rick raised his body and threw himself on top of Jamal, cuddling against his slender, muscular body. "Oh, Jamie, I love you so much. I need to hold you and make love to you. I don't care what anybody says, this is our life together and no bigots or racists are going to break us up." He said that with a determined attitude, but immediately questioned his statement, "They can't, can they, Jamie?" Jamal held Rick as tightly as he was being held. "We aren't going to let them, hon, they have no business being nasty to us. Mr Krupko is going to get some big surprises when we get back to Windsor." He nuzzled Rick's neck, "Now no more talk, lover, now we converse without talking, just with out hands and lips." Jamal stood by the bed and stripped naked. Rick was watching avidly all the time, loving to see his Jamal's beautiful body, such a wonderful color of skin and black hair. His head of hair was curly, but cut quite short. He had a small patch of black hair between his pecs, and around his brown nipples which poked out since he was aroused. Rick searched out his shapely body, from wide shoulders to prominent buttocks, curving into alluring arcs of solid yet supple cheeks. In front Rick checked his 'innie' belly button and the trail of sparse black hair leading to his pubes, also black and curly, but Rick knew the bush was so soft and silken. Then he got to view the large cock hanging between his legs over his big ball sack. The head was peeking from the foreskin, slightly moist and almost full. Jamal's cock was long but not fully erect, it dangled, moving slightly with his heart beat. His penis was a little darker than his complexion, but not by much. Rick couldn't wait, he sat at the edge of the bed, facing Jamal. His arms reached out to cup the small, yet tempting buttocks, and pulled Jamal to him. As his lover came close, Rick opened his mouth and captured his cock on his tongue, licking the foreskin and pushing it back. Even though the cock was not hard or full, it was still a significant mouthful for Rick to inhale. Jamal was moaning, his sensitive cock wallowing in Rick's warm, wet mouth and active, raspy tongue while his fingers were lightly feeling Rick's head, urging Rick to further creativity. Rick's tongue was trying to run underneath the foreskin, tasting the unusual flavors of Jamal's cock and pre-cum, his maleness and just a touch of urine. Rick loved the sample of his lover's personal scent, and the texture of his ultra sensitive cock head, plus the softness and silkiness for the foreskin itself. Jamal regretfully pulled his cock from Rick's mouth, but for an urgent purpose. He wanted to undress Rick himself. That was accomplished quickly to have Rick down to his naked skin, his light pinkish-tan complexion and developed muscularity. Rick's pecs were square and flat, but pushed forward from his chest, his pink nipples drooping over the edge. Jamal stared greedily at his lover's bare flesh, each curve and depth of muscle drew him. When Rick was completely undressed, Jamal closed with him embracing him with his arms and body. Jamal suggested that they lay on the bed. He was concerned with Rick's energy, whether their playing might wear him out. "Jamie, I'm not worn out, but it would be good to lay down." He smiled, "Let's 69, okay?" He lay on the bed with his head toward the foot while Jamal lay in the reverse position. Each one wasted no time to inhale the other's rigid, hot red cock into their mouths and to the throats. Rick pulled Jamal's foreskin slowly toward the base in his pubes. Revealing Jamal's red-brown, spongy cockhead, Rick licked its shiny, satiny surface, laving the whole area with as much saliva as he could produce. Jamal's head was sweet and clean even though loaded with pre-cum. He continued on to push his mouth down to Jamal's pubes, gradually sinking the head down his throat. His tongue was continually caressing the surface of the cock from base to head. "Ricky, that's so good, I love when you tongue my cock, almost as much as when I make love to your ass. Don't stop!" Jamal pulled Rick's left knee toward him until it supported his head while he licked Rick's cockhead with the tip of his tongue. The rigid cock jumped and twitched and Rick hummed under his breath. Jamal was gripping Rick's buttocks, cupping them with his fingers that often slid between into his trench, squeezing them in his passion. One fingertip lightly flitted over his asshole itself, feeling the sweat and bodily moisture and pushing gently into it. Both young men worked harder to suck the other to a wild orgasm, spewing their cum into their mouths, thrust after thrust and shot after shot continued until their passion was satisfied. Their hands caressed and gripped their bodies, especially their buttocks, taut and strained to shove the seed through their system. After a few moments they lay back, breathing heavily trying to relax their stressed muscles, yet they still rubbed each other's naked flesh to love. Jamal lifted Ricky around so they'd be face to face and began to lovingly kiss his partner, his love, his Ricky. Rick returned the kisses and explored Jamal's mouth to find his tongue, to fence with the slick, strong muscle. Jamal raised his head above Rick's, "How you doin', love? Are you still okay?" "Jamie, I'm more than okay, babe, I'm ecstatic, gloriously in your sexual power, my friend. Now, I know I'm fine." He turned his head to look into Jamal's black eyes, "You know, I'm feeling great, hon. To be really well, I know I need you to make love to my ass, please?" Jamal rolled on top of Rick, "If you are sure, hon, I think that's a great idea." He jumped up out of the bed, "Wait a minute." Jamal went to the desk in their room, found a large piece of paper and a pen, wrote on the paper and stuck it on the outside of their door with some tape he found. After he closed the door, he ran and jumped back in bed with Rick, his cock hard again, flopping as he ran. "What did you put on that paper, Jamal?" "I said I'm taking your temperature," and he giggled like a kid. "But I didn't say where." "You're bad," he joined Jamal in his giggle, and he felt Jamal's fingers checking out his asshole, getting ready to insert his long red hot thermometer, hard enough to pierce steel. "And I love you, Jamal." "And I love you back," Jamal answered. * * * * * When the rest of the Dukes got back to the room that night, they noticed the sign on Rick and Jamal's door. Some got the idea immediately and some didn't and had to have it explained. . Matt was going to knock to see for himself how Rick was, but decided not to do that. If Jamal was taking Rick's temperature rectally with his cock, Rick must be just fine. The rest also went to bed to get plenty of rest since they had a big day on Thursday; practice in the afternoon, show at Ford's Theatre in the evening, then the party at Mike's apartment. * * * * * During the morning on Thursday the Dukes found a place where they could practice individually since they hadn't touched their horns for three days. Since there wasn't a convention in the hotel at the time, they spread out in a large meeting room off the mezzanine mainly to warm up and get their embouchure a workout. They purposely did not practice the music they would be doing Friday night. If they did that, they would end up playing the same music at the same time, just like the whole group rehearsal that afternoon in the main ballroom. That would defeat the purpose of their individual practice. They all enjoyed a light lunch in the coffee shop of the hotel. Well, except for Roger who had almost as much as all the others put together. "I'm just a growing boy," he told the others when chided. Matt and Hardy joined them, partly to answer any questions about the afternoon rehearsal and the evening's entertainment. That afternoon in the main ballroom Hardy and Matt watched as they went through the entire half hour routine. The Dukes didn't have their regular stage setting in the hotel but would in the White House, Hardy had already checked that. That hotel ballroom was like many hotel meeting rooms, very long with a high ceiling, and wall to wall carpeting on the floor. Carpeting stifles musical sounds, deadening the reverberation effect until there is no echo at all. Hardy also knew that the East Ballroom was not like that so their program should go well. He was a worrier but usually could suppress it until it went away. For another half hour, Hardy went over the problem areas he'd noticed, some late entrances, even a couple missed entrances and cutoffs were ragged, not precise. The whole group went through the routine as a final run through. Matt and Hardy watched critically while Jamal and Todd observed. When they had finished one number, before they started the next, Jamal went to Hardy and mentioned some note mistakes in the previous piece. They didn't create a harsh dissonance, but still weren't correct. Hardy got out the score of that selection and checked. "By god, you are right, Jamal, thanks. I guess I got used to hearing the wrong notes." Hardy broke into the rehearsal to repeat the previous number, pointing out where the corrections should take place. "Guys," Hardy started, "if you're pushed to give an encore, I would bet it will be to replay the last number, probably by the President. We can play our usual encore if necessary." As the rehearsal continued, Matt noticed two men come in the far end of the meeting room. He decided to walk back to them, finally recognizing Hunter Huntington and a tall, slender gentleman with an aura of aristocracy and a patrician quality though he was a handsome young man. "Hi, Matt, good to see you and I'm very pleased to hear your Dukes. They sound great. I would like to introduce Lord Ballard, one of the diplomats here for the meetings." He looked at Charles, "This is Dr. Matthew Ridgway, originator and former director of the Dukes." "How do you do, Lord Ballard, very pleased to meet you. Welcome to Washington and to the United States. If you are around long enough, we would be pleased to have you visit our farm home in Windsor. How long are you here for?" "Matt, please call me Charles, will you?" He blushed a bit, "I'm still not used to the title, or the position. I believe we leave in the middle or end of next week, depending on the progress our conference." He smiled at Matt, then looked at the Dukes, still playing. "Matt, would you mind if I were to speak to Christine Griffith. I have a feeling I may know her." "Of course you can, let's move closer so you can see if you recognize her." Matt, Charles and Hunter walked within 20 feet of the group. Matt was watching Chris as were Hunter and Charles. "Hmm, I don't know, Matt." He gazed steadily at Chris who suddenly stared back. She stopped playing and lowered her horn carefully to the floor. The other Dukes kept playing, wondering what she was doing. Chris began slowly to walk toward the three men, trying to bring them into her focus. At a range of maybe 15 feet, Chris stopped, bent into a classic jump off and ran to Charles, practically knocking him off his feet. He put one foot behind him and wrapped his arms around Chris as she did the same to him and hugged him tightly. "Charles, it is you, isn't it? If it isn't, tell me so I'll quit making a fool of myself." Her grin broadened to show every one of her beautiful teeth. Her eyes were becoming very moist, almost ready to drop tears on her cheeks. Charles was at least 8 inches taller than Chris, so she had to put her head back to look at his face. "Chrissie, it's you, and yes, it's me. I'm so pleased to see you, I've loved you forever. I was afraid I'd lost you for good." He swung them around in a circle on the soft carpet. He stopped and bent to give her a fervid kiss, a hello and I love you kiss. Matt whispered to Hunter, "Let's give them some room, Hunt, at least for a little bit." The Dukes gradually stopped playing, standing with their mouths gaping wide, their jaws dropped completely. The young men started whispering to each other. "What is Chrissie doing?" "More important, who is she doing it to?" "Hey, he's a looker, isn't he?" "She seems to know him." "He's a Lord from England, they said" "Oh, Chrissie, I've missed you so much. There is no one in England as wonderful, as beautiful, as much a Lady as you. I'm so sorry we didn't keep up our correspondence, but I do want to make up for it." "And you are going to do just that, my Charles. Just stand right there for a minute." Chris left Charles and headed for Matt. "Matt, dear Matt, Charles and I ... well, we were ... oh hell, can you get another ticket to the show at Ford's Theatre tonight? For Charles, 'cause he's coming with us. He doesn't know it yet, but he is. Can you, can you, Matt?" Matt grinned broadly at Chris, "Of course Chris, anything for you." He winked, "But, do you know his name right now?" "Charles Allingham, I used to know him when I was in England about eight years ago." "Get ready for a shock, Chris, his name now is Lord Ballard." That shut Chris up. She turned to look at Charles, standing there, looking at her. "I'll be damned. I knew his father was a big wheel in London, but not that big. I guess that would mean his father has died, right?" Matt nodded, "I'm no expert, but I believe that's the way it goes. Now go back to him and ask him politely if he would care to join us at Ford's theatre tonight. If he says he can't, then beg him, plead with him, then use your most wily feminine charms. Okay?" Chris hugged Matt, then turned to hurry to Charles. She hugged him, too, and asked him. "Christine, I would be delighted to accompany you and your group tonight." He didn't tell her it was either go with her or go to a stuffy diplomatic meeting for which he would become quite ill. He certainly didn't mention that he saw the play the night before. This was his Christine. He bend down again to give her another kiss. He wasn't going to let her go a second time. To hell with Mater. She wanted him to marry an English woman. He glanced toward the Dukes to see the six young men with glowering expressions headed for him and Chris. He got a little nervous. "Ah, Christine, we're going to have some company." He nodded toward the advancing troop. "Charles, don't worry. These guys are my lovers, platonic of course, but they all love me and protect me all the time. My knights in shining armor." She smiled toward the guys and beckoned to them. Where Chris and Charles were standing, the Dukes sort of formed a curved battle line in front of them. They really didn't have friendly faces. "Now, guys, this is Charles Allingham, also Lord Ballard, whom I met eight years ago in London, and is in Washington on a diplomatic mission for his country. We have kept a sort of correspondence over the years but irregular since we both had responsibilities, school and such. Now I want to introduce you to him. Charles, these are my lovers. First, we have Big Jeff and Little Jeff. Big Jeff is the little one. Think about it." Charles looked puzzled. "Here, I'd like you to meet Jamal Woods, a cousin of Tiger Woods." Charles spoke, "Is that right, Jamal? What is your handicap?" Jamal looked at him in confusion and final answered, "Well, my handicap is that I have webs between all my toes. Helps with the water hazards, but no where else. I don't play golf." Again Charles looked baffled. Then Rick was introduced, "I need to let you know, for all of us, we all love Chris and are very protective of her. And we get jealous easily. We'll be talking to you more later." "Finally, this is Roger, he's my most devoted lover and sort of keeps me in line. Charles shook hands with Roger and his eyes cringed in some pain. He was afraid Roger would break his hand. Pushing a pen all the time didn't develop strong hands. He figured out that Roger was the hunk of the group, muscles everywhere. "Pleased to meet you, Lard Ball-yard. As Rick said, Chris has been our girl for quite a while now and we won't let her go with just anyone, see you later." Now, Charles was a bit anxious about the situation. Finally, the last Duke was Todd O'Brien. Chris wrapped her arms around him and dragged him up to Charles. "Charles, this is Todd, my favorite lover because he is such a poet and dreamer. He lives with Matt Ridgway and his brother, Steven, who has two little boys, Jacob and Joshua. They have a huge farmhouse near Windsor and most of us live with them. I haven't been able to get away from my parents, so I still live at home." "Chris, I'm very impressed with your Dukes and especially with your music. What a wonderful mixture of ancient and present day compositions. I love it." He leaned close, "And I love you very much, dear Chrissie." The Dukes had returned to retrieve their horns to get back to their rooms. "Charles, I have to take care of my horn, it's too precious to leave in anyone else's care. I'll see you at the theatre tonight, right?" "Yup." Charles had been watching old American television. He and Chris hugged and said 'see you later'. * * * * * Hunter managed to get a couple of tickets for the performance that night. Matt and Hardy took those seats so Charles could sit with Chris and the Dukes. The seats for the two men were in a box at the side of the auditorium, similar to the one in which Lincoln was murdered. Actually they were pleased because they could sit behind the low curtain between them and the stage, and the audience for that matter. They could even hold hands, which they did through the whole play. All the Dukes enjoyed the production, Matt and Hardy included. Even Charles found parts he had missed the night before. They all met in front of the theatre where their limo waited right at the curb. All ten in the group could fit inside easily to get back to Mike and Brian's apartment in the Watergate complex. * * * * * When all the guests in the White House East Ballroom were ready on Friday night, Hunter gave the Dukes a nod and they moved onto the stage at one end of the long, tall room. They were greeted with applause, at least polite if not particularly encouraging. They bowed to the audience, noticing the President sitting in the front row with the First Lady, giving them the first case of nerves any of them had ever been inflicted with. Quickly taking their positions for the first number, Rigaudon by Campra, Roger gave the nod and they started in perfect order, no one late or early. After a couple of minutes, the music modulated into a new key to a brief arrangement of Fanfare for the Common Man by Aaron Copland. Most of the audience were able to recognize that and the applause was much more responsive. Hunter Huntington had his script with which he told the audience what had just been played. The Dukes continued in a quick pace because they only had a half hour for their program. The applause seem to build in excitement and volume as the program continued. For their last number they played an arrangement of an early English Consort which segued into the four songs of Texas, The Streets of Laredo, The Yellow Rose of Texas, The Eyes of Texas are Upon You and Deep in the Heart of Texas. When they finished that last song, everyone was on their feet including the President and the First Lady. They bowed and bowed, smiling in pride with their accomplishment. All the male Dukes got close to Chris and kissed her which aroused the men in the audience to a roar that filled the room. The Dukes held hands in a straight line, bowed again and started to leave the stage. "No, No" the audience yelled, "Encore, encore" The Dukes stopped, not sure what to do. Hunter looked to the President who beckoned him to his side. "Hunter, please have them play the last number again. I would appreciate it." He smiled broadly at Hunter and the Dukes. "First, Hunter, introduce the two directors and would the Dukes stay on stage afterward, my wife and I would like to meet them." "Yes, Mr. President." "Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems you have requested an encore and the President has asked for a repeat of the last number, so here they are, The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor from Windsor College of Windsor, Ohio." More applause filled the ball room, shaking the hanging chandeliers. When the Dukes were motionless with their instruments at the ready, the audience was quieted. Hunter began, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce the two directors of this fine group, first, Dr Matthew Ridgway, head of the Music Department of Windsor and originator of the Dukes, second, Hardy Wolfe, instructor of music and main Director of the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor." Matt and Hardy noticed that the President was whispering to his wife, and wondered if he were telling her the two directors were married. Enthusiastic applause greeted the two men as they stood up by the stage and bowed. Both very pleased of their reception and proud of their young people. They both waved an arm toward the quintet of brass performers. As they sat, the Dukes again lined up for the encore. After the second rendition of Texas songs, they accepted an avalanche of applause, yells and whistles and bowed many times. Finally, the President stepped toward the platform and raised his arms. The audience quieted and settled down in their chairs. "I am very pleased to have had this wonderful group playing for us tonight, I enjoyed the encore especially, but also the other numbers. I know you did, too. Thank you for coming and good night." The President turned to the Dukes and made for Christine immediately. "You are ...?" "Christine Griffith, Mr. President." "Christine, did your father work in the diplomatic corps? A number of years ago?" "Yes, sir, he spent many weeks in London and we met many wonderful people there." The President shook hands with the Dukes themselves, commenting to each one about the excellence of their group and the most unusual program. By that time Lord Ballard had found his way to the stage. He stood by the President, waiting for a change to talk to Chris. "Hi, Lord Ballard," he smiled broadly, "Do you happen to know one of these people?" "Yes, Mr. President, I knew the Duchess in London but we haven't met in quite a while." "I hope you all are going to celebrate this evening." "Yes, sir," the Dukes responded with enthusiasm and expectancy. The president left to follow the audience of his guests. Immediately, Chris fell into Charles' arms, hugging him and crying tears of joy and delight. Then she left Charles and pulled all the Dukes into a big hug. Actually it was all the men surrounding Chris, loving their Chris. They eyed Charles with distrust and suspicion. Matt and Hardy then got a chance to hug the Dukes and Duchess, congratulating them on a spectacular performance, thanking them for their devotion and hard work. Matt spoke quietly to them, "There is something in the wind for the Fall about the Dukes taking a trip overseas to perform. No more than that so far. By the way your scholarships and all continue during the summer until school starts. You do have the next three week off of Dukes duties to enjoy yourselves. Stay at the farmhouse if you want, or go where you will. We do want to get some good practice in August, too, when you are back. Okay, we'll get our limo back to Mike Keith's apartment. Ah," he looked to Charles, "plenty of room for Charles, too." He smiled at Chris and hugged her as did Hardy. * * * * * After the party at Mike's had been in full swing for a while, the Dukes pulled Charles away from Chris in Mike's apartment. They led him into Mike's bedroom and locked the door. Roger had been asked to M.C. this affair. "Charlie, we are here to judge you, we love Chris and are her protectors. I would seem as if she wants you, so we are here to make sure you are what she wants. Fair enough?" Charlie nodded solemnly. "I tell you what, we want to challenge you to a puzzle. Did you know we are all gay? And we each have a partner who is in this room." Charlie couldn't believe it. None of them was anything like any gay man he's seen. "If you can put us together each of us with our partner, then we won't need to see your penis. Otherwise ???" He spread his arms, "Here you have LJ, BJ, Rick, me, Jamal, Todd. There really aren't too many permutations. So go ahead." Rather anxious not to have to show his penis, Charlie put LJ and Jamal, Rick and BJ, and Roger and Todd. "Well, you got one right." LJ and Rick changed places. "Sorry Charles but you are going to have to show your penis - hard." "Oh, I don't think so," was his determined statement. Actually, Charlie was so hot and filled with lust for these men, but he didn't want to seem eager. "Well, Charles, Chris specifically asked for this. Chris accidentally happened to see my cock at its hardest. She told us her 'man had to have a bigger cock than mine.. How badly do you want Chris, Charles?" "You know that we are all gay, and, more important, we already have our man. Contrary to what many believe, we are all monogamous and do NOT look for other men. So, Charlie, you are safe!" "Okay?" Charles looked around at the six good looking men surrounding him. In his inner heart, he was thinking he'd wouldn't mind having sex with all of them. He was bisexual, but had it under control, he thought. As if they were reading his mind, Roger asked if Charlie had ever had sex with a man. "Yes, in school." "How about after you were out of school?" "Occasionally." "Are you sure you can be a total man with Chrissie?" "Certainly." "Without escaping once in a great while into the gay world." "Yes." The six men had their doubts that he could keep that, but they were going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Roger came back. "Ok, Charlie, stand if you would please, and drop your trousers and underwear. 'Wows' arose when his pants dropped to his ankles. He was wearing bright red bikini briefs. "Hey, man, now you are in our ball park, great undies. Okay drop 'em." He bent to pull his briefs down to meet the pants. When he straightened, he revealed a pretty long soft cock with a long foreskin covering his whole glans. "Say, Charlie, would you get rid of the foreskin if Chris asked." Charlie thought quite a while. "That is asking an awful lot, but ... I guess I do anything for Chris." All applauded to the desired answer. "Rick, did you bring your ruler with you?" He nodded. "Okay, Charlie - make it HARD" Holding his cock with his right hand, he pulled back the skin to show an already bulging cockhead. He kept working his hand back and forth without much increase in size or length. Roger opined, "Charlie I'm sorry but we have to see your fully erected cock." Charlie blushed and said he couldn't seem to get going. Roger sympathized, "I know this is a pressure situation, maybe I can help." Roger dropped his pants and boxerbriefs, his cock had been making some progress toward being hard. He offered. "Maybe if I do it too, it will help." Charlie smiled, looking gratefully at Roger. Roger worked his cut cock with his hand, rubbing back and forth with a circle formed by his thumb and first finger. He nodded to Rick, who stood up and placed the ruler along Roger's cock. At full length he measured seven inches or, as he told Charlie, almost 18 cm. They both looked at Charlie's progress, a little thicker but no longer. Roger nodded to Rick who went down on his knees in front of Charles and took all of his cock in one move. This move had been planned before hand. Charlie shuddered, groaned and his knees bent a bit while his eyes closed. His hands quickly moved to a nipple each, and he pinched and twisted them. The cock was rising. Now he reached one hand behind him to ram his middle finger up his anus into his rectum. He kept that going in and out in time with Rick's sucking. The Dukes looked at each other, sure now that he was mostly, if not all, gay. They just hoped that he could get it up for Chris. Charlie groaned, struggling, "Guys, THAT'S IT!!" Rick quickly pulled off Charlie's cock while he put the ruler under the shaft so he could read the numbers. "I'm pleased to announce that our buddy, Charlie, has a seven and a half inch cock, or 19 centimeters if you want that. A little longer than Roger's 7 inch or 18 cm cock." Rick's eyes lit up, seeing Charlie's cockhead drooling pre-cum. He rammed the hot poker into his mouth to finish up his cock sucking, which he completed when Charlie started thrusting his cock into his mouth and down his throat a bit. Rick pushed Charlie back onto the bed just behind him. Rick never let his cock go. Only a few more seconds and Charlie humped his butt up, his prick down his throat and release five or six pumps of semen into his mouth. Roger started. "Ok, guys, go to it." Each Duke dropped his pants and underwear and started to jerk his cocks to their greatest length and width. "Charlie, since you are the supreme winner, take a look around at all our goodies. Which one would you like to scratch that itch up your ass?" Roger smiled slyly, "It is obvious to us, look at your cock, you spat your cum a while ago and you are still hard as a rock. N'est-ce pas?" Roger spoke in Charlie's ear. "Anything that happens in this room tonight, will never, ever be mentioned to another person or to you and especially not to Chris. You know we love Chris and would do anything for her." Charlie was looking at a feast of six, hard, leaking cocks, and he had his pick of the lot. He walked around the group, trying to decide. "Guys," Charlie finally said, "you pick please, I can't decide between such big, hot cocks." He was afraid the next move would be putting his head in the noose. Gathering in a small circle, they decided that BJ's was too big for him. Maybe having another uncut cock up his ass, and a black cock at that, might be special to him." Roger announced, "Charlie, we've picked Jamal," he pointed to Jamal, "that's Jamal. Would that be okay with you?" Charlie was relieved, having been afraid of BJ's huge cock. That would probably have killed him. He nodded to Roger and smiled, asking Jamal to come to him. Charlie took Jamal's cock in his hand, slowly jerking it, drawing pre-cum from the shaft, working it around the cockhead. He turned to the bed and got on hands and knees at the edge of the bed, presenting his twitching asshole. Jamal placed his bulging cockhead against Charlie's winking anus, shoving his whole cock directly into Charlie who accepted it with hardly a sound. More and more the Dukes were convinced that Charlie was practically gay. But, they wouldn't tell Chris and break her heart. Enough said. Ten minutes later the Dukes returned Charlie to his dear Chrissie, looking happy and proud, but with a slight limp. They had congratulated Lord Ballard with his bravery and his ability to adapt to a different life. Each of the Dukes were convinced that old Charlie had much more experience at male sex and was practically an original member of the 'family'. The Dukes and Duchess finished their adventure in Washington, everyone watching Chris fall more and more deeply in love with Charles. Her golden knights all wondered if they should say something to Chris, but decided she knew what she wanted. The whole troupe returned to Windsor tired, but in good shape, ready for the next expedition for the Dukes. 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.