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
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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 Seventeen ==============
When Steve and Gary heard that Matt and Hardy had started living at the farm, at least part time, they figured what's good for the Wolfe and his mate is good for them, too . Anne also agreed when she heard she had her own living quarters in the big house. Steve rented a large moving truck which they filled with box after box of their belongings to be used at the farm. Spring would be coming soon so they must be ready to birth the lambs, bring in the eggs and get ready to plant the crops. A little fantasizing is really dangerous, Steve thought.
Steve had the phone company put in extra phone lines at the farm for his and Gary's computer work and general use. One phone line would never be enough for all the people who would be living at the farm. It was the next day, Sunday, when the big truck left with Steve driving, and Gary Stuart driving his car with Anne. Todd, Jacob and Joshua left in Todd's car, also heading for Windsor. The little boys sat in children's car seats in back. They had also arranged to stay on the farm for a couple of days to adjust to rural living. The weather had recently been cool but moderate, so that the boys could be outside. Todd was planning to go pick up Roger and bring him to the farm while Jacob and Joshua could go along for the ride.
Matt and Hardy's original phone number rings at the old house in Windsor plus at the farm, at least while they are keeping the other house. Hardy had suggested that they let Roger and Todd live in the old house in case they didn't want to live with the 'old folks'. He smiled, "And yet, they just might want to be around all the 'eye candy' in all stages of dress and undress. Especially the last."
The men waited at the farm about noon expecting their 'extended family' to arrive. They had visited the grocery store late on Saturday night to supply their refrigerator and freezer with enough food for an army. At least they hoped it was enough. That Sunday morning they had spent hours in the kitchen making preparations for the horde descending. They fixed enough for three large meals plus numerous smaller lunches.
The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor got together Sunday afternoon at Christine Griffith's huge house where they viewed a video of their performance at the State Music Educators Conference which Matt had ordered taped when he got to the conference. A little money passed around encouraged interest in filming the show by a couple AV boys at the hotel. Chris's parents were not home as usual.
Little Jeff and Big Jeff, Roger, Rick and Jamal and Christine lay around in the entertainment room of the lower floor, snacking and sipping sodas. To Matt as well as others it was amazing that none of the Dukes smoked at all or drank much, or even partied much. And, they were becoming closer to each other, especially when Chris made her dramatic pregnancy announcement. Her friends there were very solicitous with her, helping her get up, get her a chair, a drink, or a potato chip.
When the video of their show finished, Christ stood up and yelled with a falsely fierce voice, "Hey, you guys, will you knock it off. You are taking such good care of me, anyone would know that I'm pregnant. Now, quit it! I don't want people knowing, please. I'm only three months along and that's not very far. I'm not sick, I don't get sick, I don't let myself get sick. However, I do throw up every morning. That I am going to have to hide from my parents. It's a big give-away.
The entertainment room was littered with couches, comfortable, large and wide. On one LJ and BJ lounged, intertwined so the various limbs were nameless. Another couch held Rick and Jamal, Rick spooning Jamal from behind as they lay on their sides toward the screen. Rick's cock was trying to force a hole in Jamal's back seam without success. He was thinking that if Jamal wore his pants backward, he would have only a zipper to open to reach the delights of Jamal's ass. The third couch was occupied by Chris and Roger, not lovers, just very good friends. Roger particularly adored Chris, loving her almost as much as he did Todd, but in a different way, of course. Roger was awaiting a call from Todd when he arrived at the farm that he would pick him up at Chris's home. Meanwhile, the six close musicians lay around watching their performance again. Each one noticed little flaws, but overall felt they had given a good show.
After the gang landed at the farm, Todd drove his new car to go get Roger. He had talked about Roger with Matt and got permission to have Roger stay overnight, and maybe permanently later on. Todd was going to pester Matt about that in the future. He and Roger could go in to school with Matt and Hardy on Monday. Todd drove to Chris's house, hoping against hope that he wouldn't run into his mother.
Todd arrived at the mansion, was invited to greet everyone in the entertainment room, and pick up Roger. While everyone else was busy with the video, he and Roger went up to the main floor and, after a five minute hug and kiss, went out to the car. Neither one noticed when a small car slowly passed them as they were getting in the van. Todd reminded Roger that after they moved to the farm, he could get them to school in his own car. They both thought that was a great plan.
Todd's mother watched them, considered stopping, but decided not to do that then. 'Well,' she thought, 'he sure can pick 'em.' She was watching the handsome Roger Adams whom she knew from the music department. The two faces showed only love and adoration, maybe she was wrong. This might be just where Todd belonged. She didn't have to have grandchildren, did she? Besides not liking gays, she was also afraid that she would end up alone, not cared for. If Todd could realize that, he might sway her feelings toward him.
Anne Wolfe was delighted with her 'mother-in-law' suite on one extension of the first floor. It was very comfortable and cosy with her own private bath and sitting room. Anne was thinking seriously about giving up her Arlington home, yet she would still like to be there sometimes. And there was the golf to think of. She considered her 'son-in-law' as another plus at the farm, too. He and Hardy made such a grand and wonderful couple and they loved her immensely, she knew. How can I leave that?
Hardy's mother quickly unloaded her belongings into the various chests, cabinets and closets. Her personal things ended up in her bathroom in the mirrored cabinet and along the counter by her lavatory. She also had a large shower all for herself. What a deal, she thought. Now, if only I don't have to do a lot of cooking. I'll do some but not all. She did know from their time in Columbus that Todd could cook quite well, he'd learned well from the cook at his former job, also child tending, not far from Steve's house.
'Well,' she said to herself, 'it's time for a drink!'
Steve and Gary had the second largest bedroom with private bath next to their young boys' room. After helping the boys, they managed to squeeze all they had brought for a couple of days into bureaus. Of course, they were also thinking about staying at the farm for good soon. Steve had made arrangements for the old dairy barn to be given a new cement floor over the rough one, maybe divide it into rooms. He would also have to fortify the place and install security alarms and such, plus locks and bars on the big windows.
Gary lay on their bed, watching Steve arrange his clothes and junk. Out loud, Gary said, "Steve, how about locking the door for a bit, hum?" He grinned, clutched his crotch in one hand and shook it and looked at Steve. "What you say, big fella?"
Steve looked at his lover on the bed. He also grabbed his crotch, "Do you think you can take this? It's pretty big, you know."
"Damn right I know, I have to walk funny after each time you insert that poker inside me."
Steve started undressing, "Gary, why don't we take a shower, good excuse for locking the door." Sarcastically he said, "We wouldn't want anyone to think ill of us, would we?"
The two men quickly tore off their clothes. Standing naked in front of each other, they began to horse around, playing grab ass and grab cock. Finally Steve grabbed Gary's cock tightly and pulled him into their bathroom, locking that door, too, then into the tiled, luxurious shower about eight feet square.
One item Steve had put in the shower stall from his unpacking was a large bottle of lotion he'd brought. The two men luxuriated in the warm spray, not washing but rubbing their bodies and their partner's body with their hands. Soon Steve got behind Gary, pulling his body against himself, his rock hard cock slipping upright between Gary's buttocks. He rubbed his hands all over Gary's front down to his crotch where his fingers ran around his cock and balls, stretching his cock out to its limits. Gary reached around behind himself to grab Steve's hot buttocks, tugging his pelvis tighter into his own rear end.
As their passion grew and magnified toward a climax, Steve drew back, pushed Gary's upper body forward as he bent over to lean against the tiled wall with his arms and hands outstretched. Steve dribbled lotion from the bottle onto his rigid cock, swollen to the limit and pulsing with his heart beat. With both hands Steve grabbed Gary's buttocks, spreading them to open up his asshole to view.
Steve put both thumbs directly on Gary's blushing hole while his fingers held the buttocks apart, pushing more lotion inside the sphincter. As the lotion added more slickness, he sank his thumbs as far as they would go, pulling his anus as wide as they manage. He rubbed Gary's soft, tender flesh inside to spread the wrinkled hole far enough to accept Steve's big cock, hot, heavy and hard as a baseball bat.
Holding Gary's butt still, Steve took his cock with one hand and aimed it directly at Gary's dark pink hole, wrinkled and pursing its lips.
"Are you ready, Gary, is it okay?"
Gary nodded his head slowly, "Okay, but take it slow. You got such a fuckin' big pole there, like riding a saddle horn, but I'm game." Privately, Gary had been thinking about getting some riding horses for the farm, which is why the equine metaphor came to him easily.
Steve pushed more lotion into Gary's asshole, teasing it with his fingers; two, three then four until Gary's sphincter relax enough to take Steve's rod. He gently forced the head against the anal lips until the head did slip inside into the heat and moisture, the softest of flesh. The rest of Steve's cock eventually crept in the colon, bit by bit.
Both men froze when Steve's pubes pressed into his lover's buttocks, his cock fully sheathed inside Gary's body. Neither moved until Gary said, "It's a go, Steve, I can take it but be careful on my ass. It's the only one I got," he giggled.
"Oh god," moaned Gary, when his love began to move the iron bar in his rectum, "don't stop, man, don't quit, keep going. Okay, make it faster now." Gary leaned with one hand while his other clenched his limp cock and balls, holding tightly as they felt as if they might fall off his body. "Stevie, please hold me tight, rub my chest and stomach, my butt's on fire, burning all the way up my spine, man, lover."
By then Steve's cock was pistoning faster and faster in and out of Gary's man pussy, giving it the hottest workout.
He yelled, "Gary, man, I'm going to cum, going to fill you with my love juices from your ass to your stomach. Watch out, it's cumming, cumming. Ugh Ugh," He body stiffened straight as a board, muscles tight and shaking while the forces of his sex drive pushed and thrust his blobs of semen through his urethra and out his piss hole. Steve cramped and spasmed, forcing his body onto Gary's back, his arms wrapped tightly around Gary and one hand furiously pounding on his lover's now bright red, lava hot cock until Gary also spit his life's force out in streams of clotted white cum onto the blue tiled floor of the shower.
Steve held Gary up, kept him from falling until he could straighten. Steve's cock stayed inside Gary until it finally diminished to a dwarf image of itself and fell out. He held Gary to him, speaking words of love and tiny kisses all over his neck and shoulders. His hands caressed his pecs and nipples, tweaking them into long points, one hand still holding on to his diminishing cock, tenderly playing with it.
Gary finally turned around to face Steve then slid to his knees, sucked Steve's glans into his mouth, tonguing it briskly, poking into the piss slit as far as it could go. Steve started to awaken, his cock also was rising to its usual magnitude, his excitement taking over his whole body and especially the center of his sex in his balls and cock and prostate.
"Oh, Gary, you don't .... ah .... ah ... oh, keep going, don't stop, love."
Gary put one hand on Steve's cock to help by pumping it hard and fast even while his mouth was sucking and his tongue raving. Steve leaned over Gary, unable to keep erect while his body was reacting to the sensuous stimuli from Gary.
"Oh, god, Gary, I'm cumming again, I've never ..... cum .... so .... soon. Agh! "
Steve's body bent in a spasm, almost a convulsion, while his muscles contracted in a huge pressure, shoving more semen from his testicles and prostate through his petrified organ of sexual realization. Then Steve did fall to the floor beside Gary. They lay quietly and immobile while slowly recovering from the tremendous expenditure of energy. Gary sat up, looked at the handsome body of his lover which he began massaging, caressing the tired muscles and cock.
Steve started laughing and rolled over to gather Gary in his arms, treasuring him, loving him with all his heart. This show of affection would have been returned but Steve wouldn't let him go. He soon talked his way out of the embrace.
"Listen," Gary whispered. "Don't you hear some knocking on the door?"
Steve snickered, "Yes, I do believe I do. Does that mean we've been in the shower too long, or maybe we used up all the hot water."
"But we haven't even washed yet, Steve. I just wanted to wash when I was led in this place with my prick by a hustler." He kissed his lover gently on the lips, "I love you, lover."
"Well, let's quick get washed and out of here. We can't answer the door until we do."
"Uncle Matt, I know they're in there, I saw them go in a long time ago."
"Okay, Jacob, would you go find Hardy and ask him to come here, please?"
"Sure, Uncle Matt." He tore off down the staircase.
When he left, Matt took out the keyring Mark Anthony gave him After trying a couple keys, the third one worked and the door opened. Looking around, Matt saw the floor was strewn with two sets of clothing which he remembered they had been wearing.
He walked to the bathroom door, "Knock, knock, is anybody there. If they are, they should shut off the hot water before it is totally gone."
Then he heard Steve and Gary laughing like they were having a party. Matt went back to close and lock the bedroom door. He didn't want Jacob to come in while he was negotiating with his brother and lover.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are. In case you didn't know it, I have the key for this bathroom, too. Now, coming out?"
"Oh, you spoilsport, you party pooper, you wet blanket, all right, just leave us be for one more minute."
"If I do, you'll probably mate a couple times more. Let's go, out of the shower, lads."
"Awww, all right, we'll come out.." That was Steve, irritated with his brother.
Matt heard the key turn, the knob also and the door opened to present Steve and Gary, totally naked and, unbelievably, their cocks were hard again. "What is it with you two satyrs? Please get dressed. Your sons were looking for you, in case you two feel a bit derelict." He looked at them again, "How the hell are you going to get clothes on with those things?"
Matt was pointing at their cocks, still stiff, horizontal and waving.
"Well, we'll manage somehow. Hey, we'd have been out a couple seconds sooner if you'd let us know."
Gary and Steven laughed and continued giggling while they put on clean clothes, forcing their hard pricks into some tight jockstraps. When finally they were decent, Matt unlocked the bedroom door and opened it to discover Hardy, Todd, Roger, Anne and Jacob and Joshua, all waiting to see what had happened to Steve and Gary.
Anne took the bull by the horns, "And would you care to explain to all of us," she swung her arm around, "Just why you had to use all the hot water in the house." She frowned fiercely, "And if you do it again, you will be in hot water, up to your ears. Got it?"
Unfortunately, she couldn't hold the frown and burst our laughing, roaring until everyone joined in. Everyone but the kids knew exactly they were doing so long in the shower. Finally she could speak, "Let's let the fathers take care of their kids like good parents and we'll go have a drink in the den. That sure is a great room, isn't it, guys. Just like a London Club where I was a guest once."
Fortunately the dining room table could easily be set for 10 places. So far, only nine were residents of the farmhouse and those all were in attendance for dinner that Sunday evening. Anne had outdone herself with a roast turkey, dressing and sweet potatoes, broccoli or carrots, cranberry jelly and dinner rolls plus home made pecan pie and vanilla ice cream for dessert.
After they were seated, Matt looked around, decided that Anne would not be caught having to do the cooking while she was there. They would share that and other chores around the house. He decided he would talk about all that after dinner.
Matt looked around and asked everyone to hold hands for the saying of Grace.
He started, "Dear Heavenly Father, we are here tonight in thanksgiving for all our blessings, the food we eat, the house we live in, and our relatives and close friends dining with us. Bless us all, dear Lord, keep us safe and out of harm's way, and bless us with thy Holy Spirit. Amen."
Following Matt's amen, Todd said amen again. Then Roger after him. After Roger came Gary, Jacob, Steve, Joshua, Hardy and finally Anne. Most everyone had moist eyes or eyes filled with tears, appreciating Matt's prayer and the fact that they could all be together in this house and at this table.
Matt had poured a rose wine for with the meal with glasses for all except Joshua and Jacob. They did have a wine glass but it was filled with fruit juice. "Could we have a toast, first," Matt stood and held up his wine glass. "I wish to toast this wonderful meal perfectly produced by our relative and dear friend, Anne Wolfe. Anne, we thank you. I also want to let you know you will not be our cook. If you want to cook, you may, but otherwise we will all take turns cooking or producing food from somewhere. Those who can not cook will help those who can." The wine glasses clinked from person to person, including Joshua and Jacob with their juice. "Thank you."
"Okay, let's eat." Matt grinned, took the plate of sliced turkey, passing it on. All the platters and bowls began a counter-clockwise movement from one to the next. By the time everything had been passed, the room became silent except for utensils clicking on the plates or maybe a few words spoken in between bites.
After everyone had eaten their fill, the table was cleared for dessert, pie and ice cream. Matt decided to have his later so he could give his welcoming speech then.
"Everybody, I hope you don't mind if I speak to you about life and living here on the former Anthony farm. First, someone must come up with a new name."
"Hardy and I stayed here overnight last night and enjoyed it very much. So far, every bit of furniture we've tried has been comfortable and of good quality. For the rest of you, tonight will be your first night here. Point One I want to mention is that it is the home of all of us. My name is the only one on the deed temporarily, but that was to get the deal done quickly. I would like to have Hardy's, Steve's and Gary's names on the deed too."
"Todd and Roger will be residents in full standing." Those two looked at each other and smiled broadly, pleased that they both can stay here. Matt noticed that they had been holding hands under the tablecloth. 'Poor Roger had to eat with his left hand, he thought'. "And Joshua and Jacob will be our own personal children and grandchildren. That's our family. Roger, our newest, we all hope you will like living with your family here, especially with your dear friend next to you." Roger blushed, but smiled and nodded too, "I'm sure I will love it."
Matt continued, "And Todd, because of the number of rooms we have, I'm afraid you and Roger will have to share a room." Everyone broke out in gales of laughter as Matt had expected. Both Roger and Todd swiftly reddened. Then Todd's eyes lit up, sparkled and, while grinning, turned to Roger to share their dreams with each other. He finally noticed everyone looking at Roger and him and smiling affectionately and warmly. They gratefully smiled back.
"Now a few things for everyone. One, the only person who will pick up something you drop or just left around, is you. No one person is going to be responsible for keeping our home, I emphasize that, keeping our home from being an ugly mess. This is a family and the whole family will have responsibilities.
"I have made arrangement for a cleaning service to visit this house twice a week. But, they will only be responsible for basic cleaning the rooms and bathrooms. They will not be here to pick up your clothing or personal debris left around. They will dust, vacuum and generally straighten up, including washing windows. This is a farm and under farming rules and regulations everyone has chores. One of these days we will have a family gathering to decide assignments.
"One last thing, folks, I'm not the boss. I am sort of taking over right now until we can get organized to make this home, I emphasized the word home, a beautiful and desirable place to live. For now bring any problems to me. I just want us to live our lives here in love, respect and consideration for others. Any questions?"
Hardy broke up everyone except the kids by loudly humming a verse of "Hail to the Chief", after which cheering and applauding was the recognition of the day. Matt was pleased with the way they were all responding.
Matt had to go to work, taking Hardy, Roger and Todd with him. Todd would be able to check out Windsor College, primarily the psychology and sociology departments. He didn't go to the music department so he wouldn't run into his mother. He couldn't know that his mother had already seen him with Roger Adams, whom she knows, but he might be surprised when her reaction comes to the surface.
Dean MacAllister had been expecting Matt to stop in first thing that Monday morning and he wasn't disappointed.
"Hi, Matt," as he dropped into the Dean's visitor chair. "Congratulations to you and your students for a fantastic show at SMEC. All I have heard have been extremely complimentary comments, thanks to you. How was the conference?"
Matt knew he'd have to censor his words, not a word about Brian and Mike and their night at the Hyatt Regency. "We had a great time. I know the kids did, and so did Hardy and I."
"Well, Matt, we are all very pleased speaking for the music department, all except for the department head. He came in this morning, fuming, swearing under his breath, stomping back to his office."
Matt spoke up, "Speaking of our illustrious leader, how have you planned to organize the invitations which I'm sure will come in after our performance at the SMEC?"
"I haven't seen much yet, Matt, but the invitations are not going to Dr. Powers. That I can guarantee."
"That's good to hear, Hamish, I have to get to class. Talk to you later."
Matt wondered to himself what Hamish would say about a new music building and a conservatory of music. Well, he'd have to wait until Mike and Brian were ready.
After his band rehearsal was over, Matt walked to his main office to fill out some student reports, necessary for them to receive credit for attending his class. He was almost finished when a soft knock came at his door.
"Come in, please?"
Carol Fowler poked her head around the door jamb. "Hi, Matt, have you got a minute?"
Matt stood up, "Sure, come on in, Carol. Good to see you. Have a seat."
Carol sat in one of Matt's visitor chairs, then looked at him seriously. "Matt, I'd like to talk to you about Todd. Could I?"
"Sure, Carol, except for anything he told me in private."
"I understand. Matt, I know I reacted horribly to Todd. I regret that greatly, and I don't want to lose him, but I can't understand how he is thinking, what he is doing and why."
Matt put his fingers together like a steeple, pressing the tips against his lips while thinking. "Carol, I don't know what to tell you, especially since you know I'm gay and I have a partner."
"I guess I'd like your opinion whether Todd really is gay."
"Carol, I think Todd is old enough to know for himself, and he's been on his own for a few years. I could be wrong, but I don't think so. I believe he is actually a gay man. Notice I said man, he's not a boy any more."
The tears began to slide down Carol's cheeks. "I can't make myself realize that, he's still my boy to me. I just can't deal with the fact that he wants a man, not a woman. What did I do wrong?" She wiped her eyes and turned her head to look into Matt's eyes. "I know who his boyfriend is, Roger Adams." She smiled, "When I saw them together, I could only think that my son sure can pick 'em."
Matt laughed, "Carol, I hope you can keep thinking that way. Roger is a fine young man and if I've ever seen love, they have it. Try very hard not to think of grandchildren, a daughter in law to shop with and talk 'girl talk'. " Matt smiled, "Try to think of having another son, good looking, smart and talented. He will be playing trombone in the Dukes next year. If you accept them, and I mean 'all the way', your life will be enriched in ways you can't imagine. But, Carol, you must love them with no reservations. If it really bothers you, just don't think of what they do sexually."
"Oh, Matt, I can't forget."
Matt took one of Carol's hands in his, "My dear friend, you must, you must."
Carol stood to leave, "Okay, Matt, I'll try." She reached the door, opened it and started out. "Oh, Matt, I want to ask you, are you thinking of leaving Windsor?"
Matt startled, looked up at Carol. "Why no, Carol, why would you ask that?"
"Well, I've been hearing rumors around campus, don't know where it came from, though."
"I have no intentions of leaving Windsor. Who would be starting that, I wonder?" He turned to Carol, "If you can find out where that is coming from, let me know. It isn't true and I believe someone is trying to get me out of here." He gave Carol a look of fierce anger, "They'll have a real fight on their hands."
"Mr. Landsdown on line two, Mr. Wolfe."
"Thanks, Jenny."
Click.
"Hi, Erik, how are you?"
"Fine, sorry but I don't know who you are?"
"Didn't the girl tell you? I'm Merritt Wolfe in Columbus. Surely you know me."
Erik Landsdown persisted in presenting a dumb, but servile attitude. "I'm afraid not, sir."
Mr. Wolfe was not pleased, he was known all over the state, wasn't he?
"I'm in business in Columbus and Ohio financially and sometimes in politics."
"How can I help you, Mr. Wolfe?"
"First, call me Merritt. I know you are a trustee of Windsor College and I've been hearing some unsettling rumors about some of the staff. I'm very interested in the college and have supported the school financially."
"What do you want of me, Mr Wolfe?"
Mr. Wolfe was telling himself to keep his temper. "I've been talking to some of the trustees about one of the professors, Dr. Ridgway. I'm informed that he is not the type of teacher we want at Windsor."
"Mr. Merritt, Dr. Matthew Ridgway is one of the best teachers we have. He is a superb musician, director and creator of performance groups. His new group, The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor, is a fantastically successful brass quintet, having played at the SMEC meeting just last week in Columbus."
"No, forget all that. He's a faggot, a queer. That's why I ... we don't want him on campus and I'm going to see that he is dismissed."
"I see," Erik spoke very quietly, calmly. "I'm very glad you called to talk. Thanks, bye."
He hung up.
Merritt wasn't quite sure how that conversation went, but he thought pretty well. He didn't really get an argument.
And Erik was thinking that he better get hold of Matt very quickly. He wondered if Mr. Wolfe had learned his son was gay and a partner of Dr. Ridgway.
Matt immediately used his cell phone to call Brian. When Brian answered, Matt spoke.
"Here I am again, Brian, another problem."
Brian laughed, "I'd feel neglected if you didn't call, Matt."
"Well, Brian, something else has come up. What can I say?" He laughed, "I've learned that a man in Columbus, actually my Hardy's father, is trying to influence trustees of the College to get rid of me. A friend of mine, Erik Landsdown is a trustee and the manager of the First National Bank in Windsor and just told me that Merritt Wolfe called him to advise him about the teacher named Matt Ridgway who is gay, they should get rid of him... me. Do you know him, or heard of him? Supposedly he's a wheel in Columbus, financially and politically."
"Matt, I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever heard the name. But I do have some so-called friends in the financial world of Columbus. I can make some phone calls. If I don't get any answers, I'll sic Roy on him. If he's financial, he's left a trail like spoor in the woods." He hesitated, "Matt, I don't see how he could get anywhere. I'm assuming there is no concrete evidence?"
"Not that I know of, Brian, but you never know. I don't think I can leave it until one of his cronies brings it up in a trustee meeting. I'm going to talk to Hardy's mother to see if she would have an idea of what to do, but they've been divorced for a while and he's paid and is paying a good fortune to her. Well, bud, see what you can do. I'm sure you don't have anything else to do. Is Mike in Washington?"
Brian sounded lonesome, "Yes, he's been there for a couple of week, just can't seem to get away."
"You know, Brian, you can come up here any time you want. We have a spare bedroom which will be held open for you. You know everybody and there will always be someone around. Our little boys' grandmother, Anne, is staying for a couple weeks to be with the boys. Gary has a whole computer network in his bedroom and rarely leaves. Steve is watching as the construction company puts a concrete overcoat to the cement floor of the dairy barn for his studio. I can't guarantee it, but he might let you watch."
"That would be great, Matt, I'll let you know. And I'll do what I can about Mr. Wolfe."
"Thanks, Brian, bye."
At the end of the work day Matt headed south to the farm after he picked up Hardy, Todd and Roger. The two younger boys were exuberant today, kidding each other and trying to pinch each other's butt or nips or stomach. Their laughing was infectious to Matt and Hardy who began to laugh with them. Matt thought 'Carol doesn't have anything to worry about'. He wondered if he should tell Todd that his mother talked to him. 'Well, maybe,' he thought, 'maybe later.'
Matt parked at the house and Todd and Roger rushed to their room, continuing the horse play, poking the other everywhere, giggling all the time.
In their room with the door shut the boys stripped fast that Todd grabbed Roger and kissed him passionately. They ground against their lover's body, writhing flesh against flesh.
Back at the Hyatt Regency in Columbus a distinguished looking gentleman sat in the cafe of the Atrium facing a wall of glass windows nearly five stories high. That whole wall angled back over his head giving an almost menacing feeling. He was about 55 and just a bit jowly and overweight. His dark hair, professionally trimmed, was tinged with grey at the temples.
He looked just like a businessman in the upper echelons of Columbus corporations, which is exactly what he was. His face was handsome though with slightly bloated flesh, ruddy and shining. He had had a creamy pastry with his coffee which he knew he shouldn't have eaten. 'What the hell,' he thought, 'I deserve it. I've earned it already today. That deal I worked so hard on has been signed, sealed and delivered.'
As he smiled slightly, the corners of his eyes filled with tiny wrinkles. These he hated to have to see in the morning mirror in his bathroom. 'I'm getting older, fast, but I'll just have to get used to it.' His eyes caught movement near him and he looked up to see his friend, Neil Jordan, the temporary Assistant Manager of this hotel, coming toward him. Their eyes met in recognition as he closed the gap.
Very formally, Neil spoke, "Your room is ready now, sir. Follow me, I will take you if you like."
"Thank you, Mr. Jordan, I appreciate that."
Neil had an electronic pass which allowed him in any room of the hotel and he used it, pushed open the door and stepped back to let his older friend, Merrie enter.
After he checked each inside lock, Neil moved sensuously in front of Merrie, already starting to disrobe. The older man had unzipped his pants and fumbled inside to bring out his limp, dwarf prick and tried to get a boner.
Neil was slowly removing his clothing, placing it carefully on a nearby chair. He had to look neat in them all day, so must be mindful of their condition. After the jacket, tie and shirt, he slipped his tee shirt over his head, all the while watching what Merrie was doing. 'Not much activity there,' he smiled to himself.
While still clothed from the waist down, Neil posed like a muscle bound athlete, which he wasn't but which Merrie liked. Neil had muscles, not built up like an athlete or weight lifter, though he could make them dance a bit, waggling one pec or both, undulating his six-pack and when nude, he would shake his butt cheeks in Merrie's face.
Neil realized that he needed to get back to work soon so he got his pants folded nicely on the pile and shoes and socks off quickly. With that done Neil was naked except for his bikini underwear, accentuating his butt and bulge. Neil edged closer to Merrie but never touched him, that wasn't allowed. He sensuously stripped the bikini from his body, watching his hard cock flip up to smack against his abdomen. Merrie's eyes widened and sparkled to see his big cock and scrotum.
The young man pulled a straight chair in front of the older man where he sat on the edge, leaning back with his legs spread wide in front of Merrie. He eyed his 7 inch hard cock, blushing and pulsing, waving out of his bush from side to side with the beat of his heart. Neil pulled up his scrotum from between his legs, squeezing the bag tightly to show his large balls in their next.
Neil could hear Merrie panting, harder and faster. Within a moment, he had gotten on his knees between Neil's legs. 'Well, thank god, he's getting there.' He didn't look at the older man, that would only knock him off his erotic thoughts. This time with Merrie, Neil was thinking about Matt Ridgway. 'Man, I'd like to get close to that hunk, such a handsome stud, bet he's got a big cock.
Merrie was staring at Neil's large, stiff cock, actually licking his lips, then he got close enough to take Neil's cockhead in his mouth. Neil groaned loudly, excited by the sensations of Merrie's tongue swirling around his glans, rubbing the sensitive soft head. He didn't touch any part of Neil, not cock or balls or anywhere. Neil had experienced Merrie's mouth a number of times before and always was surprised with his cock-sucking ability, wondering where the man had learned to suck so well.
The older man was thinking all the time about Neil, but not really Neil. He was thinking about his son who was about the same age as Neil. He thought Neil looked exactly like his son, and he mentioned that to Neil once. His son actually was much more muscular than Neil, more defined and built. When he had seen Neil in the hotel a couple of weeks ago, he made him a proposition just to strip off for him and he'd give him a blow job. Merrie promised never to touch Neil and he would receive one hundred dollars for his time.
Neil had to think about it for a week or so, not knowing just who this man was and not sure if he wanted to do it. 'Hell,' he thought, 'it's a hundred bucks for doing practically nothing. I guess I might as well.'
He decided he'd do it once and if it wasn't too bad, he'd do some more.
Actually he had been entertaining Merrie for three months, making over a thousand dollars in the bargain. 'Hey,' he thought, 'nothing wrong with gettin' sucked off and making a bunch at it.'
Merrie, however, was more wound up with Neil than Neil could ever imagine. The older man had been separated from his son about six years back when he divorced his wife. He hadn't been with his son much in those earlier years, too busy with his business affairs, but he remembered seeing him in front of his mother's house one day last year without a shirt on. Immediately Merrie desired physical love with his son. If he couldn't have his son, he take the next best thing.
The two men continued enjoying each other, Merrie on Neil's cock and Neil starting to get aroused by his hot mouth. His passions were coming to the surface, soon he would explode. His pulse beat quicken and electric shocks flooded his nervous system, until finally Neil's cock pumped shot after shot of semen into Merrie's mouth. Merrie didn't deep throat Neil, his cock was too big for him, but he ate all Neil would give him.
Neil had closed his eyes while he had cum, until he relaxed. He noticed that Merrie had cum on the carpet. 'Damn,' he thought, 'I'll have to get someone up here to clean soon.'
While Neil was in the shower, Merrie washed his crotch and prick, drying and redressing. When Neil came out of the shower, Merrie was still there leaning against the door jamb. He watched as Neil dried his body and redressed in the room.
"Neil," Merrie said, "You know I've said you look just like my son so I thought I'd bring a photograph of him. It's a couple of years old, but I don't think he's changed much."
Merrie handed the photograph to Neil.
'Oh my god,' Neil thought, 'I know this guy.' He quickly recovered to respond to Merrie.
"Nice looking young man, Merrie, I'm sure you are very proud of him." He smiled at the older man, hoping to please him. To himself he realized that Merrie's son was a member of Windsor College Dukes. He hadn't checked their names, but Neil knew that Matt Ridgway could tell him.
Neil handed back the photograph, saying that he had to get back on the job. Merrie handed him the usual check in an envelope as he went out the door.
Down in his office Neil looked at the check and nearly fainted. Merrie had given him five hundred dollars. He thought, 'Maybe that's my kiss off, no more play time.' Well, I'll see.
The farm house was quiet when Matt went in after walking a bit over his property. He couldn't keep clear in his mind that he owned the place. Well, yes, he just owned part of it, but this was the first piece of property that Matt ever owned that was really his.
Looking around at their thirty acres, he started visualizing the images from his fantasizing about the land and what they could do with it. He could see landscaping, gardens - flower and vegetable, a sort of playground with a baseball diamond and playground equipment for the little boys.
Walking in the back door, Matt could hear nothing. Then he smiled and thought of Todd and Roger up in their bedroom. 'Well,' he thought, 'they are probably asleep by now after all their exertions in bed.'
Matt decided to talk to Anne. He knocked on her door, hoping he didn't awake her from a nap.
"Come in, whoever you are," Anne answered with a laugh, "maybe a hunky guy for me."
"It's just me, Anne, sorry, I have no hunky guys with me. Maybe I could go out on the main road and wave one down for you." He smiled lovingly, adoring his mother in law.
"Come here and give me a hug and kiss. If I can't have a hunk, I'll have to settle for you."
Matt pretended to express a huff, but went to her to give her what she wanted.
"Hope you aren't bored out of your skull, Anne, or that the boys are driving you crazy." He looked around, "Where are they, anyway?"
"Boo"... "Boo" ... Scared ya, huh?" Joshua and Jacob had been playing with their Lego blocks in Anne's bedroom where they had a good amount of space.
Matt gathered up the little boys, one butt sitting on each arm, as he hugged and kissed them. "Have you guys been good for Nana, today?"
Both nodded their head 'yes', kissing Uncle Matt back, snuggling on his shoulders.
"And, Joshua, have you been potty like you are supposed to?"
Joshua put his head down, a little embarrassed but just nodding his head a bit.
Carrying the boys, Matt went to the comm system and punched a button, "Todd, do you have time to take the boys for a while?"
It took about 30 seconds for Todd to get the intercom, "Hi, Matt, sure I can do that. I think we'll go exploring in the woods since the snow is gone. I'll be down in a few."
"Thanks, Todd."
Anne looked at Matt and smiled, "Do you suppose they were finished?"
"Yes, they went up about 20 minutes ago when I went for a walk around our property. I was pretty sure or I wouldn't have called on him."
"Get yourself something to drink out of my refrigerator, Matt, take anything you can find. I used Gary's car to get some groceries, partly for tonight." By the time Matt got back to Anne with some soda, Todd had come and gone with Joshua and Jacob. He'd have them hunting for animal tracks for the next hour.
"Something has happened, or is starting to happen at the college. I was asked by a couple of students if I had to leave. Not knowing what they were talking about, I asked. They had heard rumors that I was leaving Windsor."
Matt explained about that and about the Columbus man who called Erik to warn him as a trustee of the college about a teacher at Windsor who was a faggot whom they should get rid of."
Anne took that as her cue, "And who was this Columbus man?"
"Merritt Wolfe."
"Okay, Matt, I can believe that, he always did try to run everything. I never heard him say anything about gay men, good or bad."
"Could he somehow have found out about me and Hardy? Maybe it's isn't me, but Hardy being with me, living with me?"
"Matt, I suppose it's possible, he has tentacles all over the state in every sector. However, I'd have thought he would have been more open about it, like having a forceful talk with you. That's usually his style, bull in the china shop, you know."
"Maybe I should beard the lion in his den?"
"I wouldn't rush into that, Matt, until you know more about what's going on. I still have some friends who are Merritt's friends, too. And they would talk to me without telling him."
"Okay, Anne, I'll wait a while and we'll see."
Matt went upstairs to knock on Gary's bedroom door.
"Come in," was his response.
"Hi, Gary, just me. Could we talk for a minute?"
"Sure."
Matt stood in the doorway and looked around at all the electronic equipment spread over one corner of the room. He knew Gary was in touch with his office in Columbus and could get on his computer in his house there, too.
"How is it going, Gary, are you able to work here on the farm. Will you have to make a lot of trips to Columbus?"
Gary shook his head 'no', "Not many, I can do most of it by email, fax and telephone. I'm hoping to be able to limit that travel if I can. My associate in the office at the Court House is able to take care of most of it. I may check out air travel from Bryan to Columbus."
At that Matt blanched, his stomach churning as he remembered the flight to Columbus he and Hardy took in a small plane. That flight frightened him more than anything else ever had, but he needed to be there in court with Gary for his battle with the University Printing Company.
Matt laughed warily, "I hope you have a better ride than I did."
"What's going on, Matt, at the college? Something about your job, was that it?"
Matt told Gary what had been happening, spreading rumors about his leaving. "We aren't sure who it is, but Hardy's father, Merritt Wolfe, called one of the trustees, and maybe more, to get them to fire me because I'm gay. We can't pin down the other rumors yet."
"That's nasty," Gary said, "did you talk to Anne?"
"Yes, and she said she'd never heard him say anything for or against gays when she was with him. So, I don't quite know what to do at this point. Brian is looking into Mr. Wolfe's background and reputation."
Gary walked to the door, gave Matt a kiss on his cheek, "I'm sure it will work out okay."
"Thanks," Matt walked into his bedroom next door, took off his shoes, lay down on their bed and fell asleep, worn out from a busy day.
Deeply asleep, Matt didn't hear Hardy come from their bathroom. He had heard everything that Matt and Gary said. His own father, trying to get Matt fired, had to learn a lesson and Hardy was going to teach it to him.
Early the next morning Matt was getting dressed for work, but Hardy thought he was getting a cold and just wanted to stay in bed.
"Matty, you haven't seen me with a cold, it isn't a pleasant sight. But if I catch it soon enough, I can usually stop it's progress. You go and uphold the reputation of the Music Department without me, okay?"
Matt leaned over to give Hardy a kiss on his forehead, "Love you, babe."
When he knew that Matt had left, Hardy got up, showered and so on, dressed in his best business suit, actually the only one he had, asked Gary if he could borrow his car to go to Findlay for a present for Matt.
"Sure, Hardy, be my guest. See you later." Always the considerate man, Gary walked over to Hardy, gave his a kiss and "Be careful, my dear friend, don't want you to get hurt."
That was a really prophetic omen that they would think about later.
Hardy did go to Findlay, actually through Findlay on the way to Columbus. He was determined after hearing what Matt and Gary spoke about the day before. Matt wondered what was the matter with Hardy when they went to bed since he had been quiet and 'down' that evening. Hardy pleaded a possible cold on which he embellished in the morning.
Within a couple of hours, Hardy was standing in front of his father's secretary's desk high in the tall office building, one of many in downtown Columbus. The secretary didn't know Hardy so she called his father on the phone to explain that a man named Hardy Wolfe was asking to see him.
Putting the phone down, she nodded to Hardy, "You may go in."
Hardy had thought the furnishings in the outer office were lavish, but his father's office looked like a movie set for the CEO of a huge corporation. His Dad was sitting behind an aircraft carrier sized desk, the surface of which had a phone and one piece of paper.
Merritt looked up to see his son. Though he tried to hide it, he choked up completely. He couldn't speak. He was struck dumb, seeing the young man, his only son, with whom he desperately wanted to make love to. He pointed to the visitor's chair and went back to write more on the paper.
"Dad," Hardy started ... but, his father held up his hand.
"Just a minute, son."
Finally having his emotions under control, Merritt Wolfe looked up into Hardy's handsome face, his erect body and those deep blue eyes. He leaned back in his executive chair.
"To what do I owe this visit, son, it's been a while." He smiled, "In that suit you look like the ideal businessman, Hardy, very sure and capable."
Hardy gave a wry smile, "No, Dad, sorry. I've come to straighten out some things between us. I believe you know where I've been recently, Windsor College up north. I'm working on a graduate degree in music. My professor is very complimentary and believes that I have a lot to offer as a performer and teacher."
Merritt broke in, "And your professor is Matthew B. Ridgway, PhD, Professor of Music there at Windsor."
"There's more, Dad, and I believe you know what it is. Matt and I are a couple, we are partners, we are in love with each other. I hope you can somehow believe that two men can love each other and live together for life."
Merritt folded the paper on his desk, placed it in an envelope and licked the flap. He stood up, walked over to the huge windows overlooking the near skyline of the big city.
"I don't know that I can, Hardy, it is difficult."
Hardy walked over to stand next to his father, the same height but half the weight.
"Dad, if you would only meet him, I know you would like him, too. Mother adores him and loves him as the second son she never had." He looked into his father's face and smiled, "And, she says, she doesn't have to raise this one, he comes ready made."
His father laughed with Hardy. He wanted this young man so much he could hardly keep from jumping out the big window, and probably would if it would only open. His love for Hardy was almost overwhelming his heart and soul, his emotions and lust. 'But', he thought, 'I can't have Hardy. And I just can't bear to have Hardy with someone else. All he'd found out about Matt Ridgway was that he was a wonderful man, talented musician and dedicated teacher with many colleagues who recommend him highly.
Merritt was certain in his heart that0 Hardy had found a wonderful man to love and to live with and share his life with. He had a horrible dilemma to work out. 'How to do it?'
"Dad, would you please stop your campaign to have him fired? Please."
Merritt turned to look deeply into Hardy's eyes, "Does he mean that much to you, son?"
"More than you could ever imagine. He's my life and my support, my love and my spirit. If he were to die, then I would too. I couldn't live without him, Dad. He's that important."
'Oh, God,' Merritt thought, that's it. I might as well give up. As much as I'm unhappy about Hardy, I won't be responsible for ending his life.'
Merritt lowered his eyes to the street far, far below them, concentrating on holding his emotions in check. "Okay, Hardy, for you I will do that." Actually, Merritt had already stopped the campaign which would go nowhere now. No one at Windsor would listen to him, anyway.
"Oh, Dad, that's wonderful." Hardy stepped over to his Dad, grabbing him in an emotion of gratefulness and thanks, holding him tightly in his strong arms and against his taut muscular body.
Merritt slowly put his arms around his son, for the first time in many years. He pulled back a bit from Hardy, looked into his beautiful face and said, "Son, thank you for coming to see me and remember, I do love you very much." He again buried his face in Hardy's shoulder, holding his son tightly to himself, so overwhelmed with a mixture of love and despair. Tears were threatening to go out of control, but he stopped them.
"Say, son, how about you go sit with my secretary for a while. She's some pretty nice eye candy ... oh ... oh... sorry, son," he smiled, "wrong type of eye candy." He actually giggled, "I'll finish some quick business and then we'll go get some lunch. Are you driving back this afternoon?"
"Yeah, Dad, I'm skipping classes and I'll get it when I get back, but usually I can kiss and hug my way out of it." He blushed and shyly grinned. "Sorry about that, Dad."
"That's okay, now scat just for a few minutes."
"Okay, Dad, maybe I might find a cute waiter to ogle," he smiled impishly.
About five minutes later Merritt Wolfe opened his office door to give some papers to his secretary, then looked at Hardy, "Just a few minutes, son, be with you."
Going back into his office, he shut the door with a click.
Hardy sat quietly still looking at the door, then jumped up, "Miss, does my Dad usually lock the door to his office?"
"Well, I guess not."
Hardy ran to the door, trying to open it, rattling the know, pushing at it with his shoulder.
"Call 9-1-1, Miss, fast, please." He continued pounding on the solid door, very expensive and solid wood. He heard her on the phone, but then a thud of a body falling to the floor.
Hardy froze, then slowly slid down the door until he was sitting in a heap on the floor. He held his face in his hands, tears pouring through his fingers. He knew what had happened as well as he knew why. 'Oh, Dad, you poor man, I did love you, too.'
The secretary was in a real tizzy, completely scatter-brained, bouncing on her little chair, fussing with this and that. Then she quieted, "You are Hardy?"
"Yes," Hardy moaned.
"Well, your father brought this out before he went back in to .... ah ....." She broke into tears then and handed Hardy a business sized envelope with his name on it. Hardy stuck it in his pocket, that was for him, no one else.
Two hours later Hardy was free to go. The office had filled with police, medical technicians, coroner and SOC officers who weren't really needed since there was no crime, technically. They had determined that Merritt Wolfe had taken poison. The end was quick. Hardy was suffering from guilt, but finally talked himself out of it because he wasn't the one at fault. He was beginning to understand his father a bit more, but just as Merritt couldn't understand Hardy's behavior, he was baffled by his father.
"Son, are you going to be all right? You are free to go. Your Dad's wife should be here very soon."
"Thanks, Sergeant, but I think I'll wait to give her my sympathy. I've never met her, you see. She is my father's second wife. Actually I live with my mother."
"Oh, that's fine, son." He went to complete other duties concerning the suicide.
"Hi, you must be Hardy." A beautiful woman stood in front of Hardy's chair. "I'm Gail."
Hardy rose quickly to shake the hand of his father's wife. "Hi, yes I'm Hardy. Pleased to meet you, but not under these circumstances." 'My god,' Hardy thought,' she's a twin of the secretary.' Interestingly, that turned out to be true.
"I'm sorry for you, Hardy, losing your father, though I guess you weren't exactly together."
Hardy cleared his throat looking at the floor, "Well, we did come to an understanding just a couple hours ago. I will miss him, as I imagine you will."
Gail hesitated, "Well, I guess so, but he was always so busy that he didn't have much time for me, so I mostly did my own thing."
Hardy knew he had to get out of there. 'Yes,' he thought, 'they were twins alright, not too much to work with there. No wonder Dad wasn't around her.'
He excused himself, said goodbye and left.
Down in the lobby of the building, Hardy found a coffee shop where he could get a little lunch and read what his father had written to him. But before he went inside, he dug out his phone and called Matt in his music building office.
"Matt Ridgway here."
"Hi Matty," Hardy got out before he broke down sobbing.
"What is it, Hardy, are you all right?"
"Yeah .... ah ..... I'm in Columbus. I saw my Dad for a while and as I left he killed himself."
"Oh, Hardy, I'm so sorry. Are you sure you are alright?"
Hardy steadied himself. "Yes, Matt, I'm okay and will be back in a couple hours or so. My Dad left me a note which I haven't read yet. I guess he left another one about being very sad and sorry he had to do it." Hardy spoke softly, "Matty, I'm sorry I ran out without telling you, but I was hoping I could do something about his effort to run you out. And I did do that, you don't have to worry. I guess none of the trustees would support his plan anyway, so he quit. I learned a bunch more but I'll tell you when I get home." He sobbed again for a bit, "Oh, Matty, that sounds so good, that word ... home. Wait up for me if I'm late. And please make sure that Gary won't charge me another day's rental when I get back late." He snickered in the phone, as did Matt.
"You be careful, you hear me, you young whippersnapper. Drive carefully." Matt's voice was partially kidding, but also filled with emotion and love.
"Yes, Mommy, see you soon."
As he ate his sandwich and drank iced tea, Hardy opened the letter his father had written for him just before he killed himself.
"My dearest son, Hardy, you will never know just how much I've loved you. In the first place I was unable to show you that when we lived together, and in the second place I loved you too much. You probably won't understand that. Before you go back to Windsor College, I would like you to stop at the Hyatt Regency there in Columbus, just a few blocks north of my building. I want you to find the Assistant Manager, Neil Jordan, and talk to him. There is another note in your envelope for him, just for him please. You only have to spend a few minutes with him and I believe you will begin to comprehend my dilemma.
"You have a wonderful mother and I hope you will continue to take care of her, well, as much as she will let you. Sort of a stubborn lady, I'm proud to have been with."
"Also, Hardy, I have set up a trust fund for you, your mother got all her money six years ago, but this is for you when you turn 25, not long, I guess. My lawyer's name and address is at the bottom of this letter. It represents my love, but also my respect and admiration for you and what a wonderful man you have become. I'm sorry I got so twisted by your relationship with Matthew Ridgway. You have my complete blessing for what it's worth, and I wish you a long life together. Stay with him, Hardy, I've learned that he's a real winner. God bless you two. Please tell him what I've said. I want no big memorial, I've established that, and I know my floozie of a wife wouldn't care anyway, just remember me kindly if you can."
"Finally, son, I pray you will enjoy a terrific life with Matt and try to keep me somewhere in your mind, just a little corner, to return to occasionally. My Love to my beloved son."
"Dad"
The tears just flowed and he barely staunched them. He paid his bill, left the cafe and found his parking deck. 'Well,' he thought, 'I'd better find my way to the Hyatt Regency. Oh, sure, that's where the Dukes performed. No sweat."
The Hyatt was crowded but Hardy managed to find the Assistant Manager, Neil Jordan, and handed him the note from his father.
After he read the note, Neil took him quickly to his office, yelling 'No Calls', to the secretary.
They sat in the two visitor's chairs, facing each other, not speaking for a while.
"It's amazing, Hardy, how much we look alike, isn't it."
Hardy smiled, "Yes, we do, don't we. You will have to tell me why I'm here, Neil."
"This is going to be tough, Hardy, you have just lost your father and I'm supposed to tell you something about him. Well, here goes."
Quietly, he told Hardy about meeting his father and without going into much detail, told him what their activities were. He tried to keep it simple and decent, worried about Hardy's balance, emotionally and physically.
When he finished, Hardy sat without talking, thinking and musing.
"Hardy," Neil softly spoke, "would you like to hear what I think?"
Hardy nodded.
"When your father was with me, he spoke about no one except you. I always felt he thought my cock was a twin of yours, though I don't suppose he ever saw yours."
Hardy smiled but shook his head no.
" The last time I saw him, he showed me a picture of you. That's when I found out who he was because I called Matt and asked your name. I remembered when the Dukes were here and I was taken with you. Was I ever pissed when I learned you were Matt's partner.
"I always called him 'Merrie', that's what your Dad wanted.
"I'm sure that he saw you in me and he accepted my substitution for you in a small part of his life. He loved you so much, as he said, too much since he wanted to love you physically. When he gave me an envelope as he always did, the last time, the amount was five times the usual money, and I thought, 'aha, the kiss-off', even though I didn't really think that. But, Hardy, I think at that time he knew he'd have to do something to end his problem. Which he did. I don't think your visit today had any relation to his suicide." Neil smiled sweetly, "I'm going to miss him very much. What a pleasure it would be to see his son once in a while." He gleamed at Hardy.
Hardy finally spoke, "I believe you will, Neil, Matt was talking about hiring you for the college music department in the fall." He looked up into Neil's eyes, "Would that please you, too?"
"Yes, Hardy, and don't worry, I will be looking for my own 'man', not mess with either of you." He did a double take, "Though I must admit I wouldn't mind it at all."
Hardy laughed and laughed with relief, "Yes, I guess that was what I wanted to hear." He stood and shook hands with Neil, "I'm glad to have met you, Neil, and can certainly understand why Dad took to you, you are as 'purdy' as me," he giggled, "but you got to put on more muscles, man. You come up to Windsor and I'll help you beef up. Then we'd really look like twins."
Neil smiled then reached out to hug Hardy who eagerly joined in the hug.
"Neil, I'm pleased that you knew my father, I know so few people who knew him. I'll keep you around for that if for no other reason." Then he released his hold on Neil.
"I must get going to Windsor, Neil, thanks for everything. Bye."
Neil watched his almost twin leave, much more jauntily than when he came in.
'I must call Matt soon,' he thought.
Hardy reached home safely well after supper time, but he'd caught some fast food on the way. He and Matt undressed for bed and lay in their large bed, along side each other.
"Matty, have you forgiven me for running off like I did? I just knew it had to be done quickly right then, no waiting. And, I think he might have done it today anyway. He was writing his note to me when I walked in. I'm sure it was fate, or something."
"Okay, Hardy, but please don't do it again. I have enough grey hairs already. I don't want any more. I'll save that for when we have our own kids running around the ranch."
They sat up straight, turned toward each other and as one said "The Duke Ranch".
They laughed and held each other for a few minutes, "That's it, The Duke Ranch."
The two lovers slowly slid down in the bed, hugging and reaching for their opposite hot rod, playing under the covers with them until they were both dribbling.
Matt held Hardy tenderly to himself, "Are you okay about your Dad, love? I'm sorry about his passing, I certainly didn't want that and I know you didn't either."
"No, babe, I didn't, I just wish we could have understood each other much sooner."
As Matt reached for the bedside light, a voice from the doorway said, "Whoa, 'pardners', did you say this is the Duke Ranch? That sounds good." Gary walked in and flopped on the bed with them, knowing all the time that they were hard and almost ready to cum.
"A word just before you .. ah .. ah ... go to sleep, I must report that court date with your parents will be next week. So, clear up your Friday, all day."
"Oh, excuse me for bothering you guys, so back to whatever you were doing and I'll go find Steve and ah .... ah ... tell him about the name of our place." Gary started to get up but grabbed one hard cock with each hand instead and squeezed them. When they complained, he said, "Serves you right for not letting me join in.
"Don't forget your parents, next week." Leaving the room he snickered to himself, 'I jinxed those guys, they'll never get off now.'
Gary left their bedroom for his own and his Steve.
Actually, somehow Matt and Hardy managed to suck each other off with a flair.
Write 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.