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-six =============
Charles led Christina from the rotunda under the huge dome and up the grand staircase to the first floor of Ballard Hall. Everywhere on the stair wall portraits of Charles' ancestors lined the walls, rising with the stairs. The stained glass windows on the landing filled the 20 foot high ceilings with glowing colors and figures from 17th century history.
Charles held on to Chris tightly, allowing her to look around but to keep a good hold on her. Most walls were covered with flock paper in exquisite designs and colors to match the window coverings and woodwork in the halls and rooms. He was leading her to the room which would be hers after they are married. His room would be right next to hers. Each bedroom was furnished with its own bathroom, closets with associated dressing room
The ceilings of the halls were covered with plaster fittings of extraordinary designs and variously shaped windows to let light into the inner space. The floors were generally made of a dark wood and special areas were covered with antique carpeting, or new carpet copied from old designs. Chris was overwhelmed by Ballard Hall, amazed at the size of the place, the antique furnishings and especially Charles' bon vivant mode of living, so dramatic and lush, sometimes contemporary in a mostly medieval residence.
"Now, Chris my dear, here is your room, the room you will have after we are married. I want to spend time while you are here to discuss how you would like it redecorated and the appointments you would like added." As he said that, he opened the heavy wooden door, shining brightly in the day's sunlight.
Chris gasped upon seeing the grandeur and splendor of the decor and fittings, the wall and window coverings, the tudor style furniture, the huge area and especially the 16 foot ceilings. She was silently wondering if she could ever feel at home in that room. Possibly, there might be a nearby room which could be furnished with the type of comfortable living space she enjoyed in Windsor, Ohio.
She turned to Charles and hugged him close, lifting her head, appealing for a kiss from him. Her arms around his slender but solid body made her own body wish for their nakedness to come together in love. He bent his head, tilting it opposite hers and fit his thin lips to her fuller ones, his tongue meeting hers in deep passion.
Slowly they entered the room and Charles led her in front of him until her knees felt the edge of the huge mattress under the four-poster roof, and he eased her onto the bed to lie beside her. They madly clutched each other, grasping the other's flesh and pulling their bodies as close as possible, breast to breast, stomach to stomach and crotch to crotch. Since Chris was wearing slacks, she could spread her legs, opening herself up to her lover. Charles clearly felt her full breasts pressing against him, his narrow hips sliding between her thighs and his rock hard cock pushing into her lips. Charles was immediately worried that he might have an orgasm spontaneously, so he sat up and asked her to check in her closet to see if all her bags were there. She wasn't happy to have her joy interrupted.
Chris checked one door and then another to finally find the dressing room, behind which was the huge clothes closet. Next to that was a spa-like bathroom which was her's alone. Plus, she found dozens of built in cupboards and drawers which could maybe hold all of her clothing.
"Charles, all my things are here. I was mainly worried about my dresses for the show. My only request would be that I could have a private reading and resting room, furnished as my personal living room back in Windsor is. I know you didn't see much of it, but I'll send some pictures." She smiled worriedly, "Dear Charles, I know I'll be nervous and edgy about living in this room, gorgeous as it is, and, at least for a while, I'd need somewhere that I would feel more at home."
Holding her face in both hands, Charles kissed her red, shiny lips, "Darling, you will have whatever you want. It so happens there is a small room just beyond your fitting room." He felt negligent. "I should have thought of that myself, dear And, by the by, there is a floor plan of the Hall on the table beside the door. Just in case. Also, in case, if you felt a little peckish in the night, you may go to the guests' informal dining area, near the main kitchen where you can get a drink, soda, and assorted snacks." He gave a devilish smile, "I'm hoping that you will spend most of your time in my bedroom next door and I would get anything you wanted for you." He looked right at Chris's eyes, "If that would be all right by you, love?"
"That's fine, Charles, but now, I am getting so sleepy, I just need to change and lay down on that beautiful bed to sleep for hours and hours. We do have a rehearsal in the auditorium about 11 tomorrow. All this traveling has worn me out." She leered at him, wagging her eye brows, "I've love to sleep with you, dear, but I think we better make it tomorrow night. Okay?"
Charles hugged her and kissed her, murmuring sweet things in her ear before he took his leave. His hot poker was stretched to its limit and wanted desperately to bury it in her love sheath, but would have to put that off. As he shut the door and started down the hall to his suite, he wondered if Matt and Hardy would care for a visit from the landlord. He knew where their room was. He walked swiftly there and tapped quietly on the door, but received no answer. Knowing he shouldn't, he just barely opened the door to see the two hunks wrapped around each other, sound asleep. Damn, Charles muttered, I need a hole, right now. Maybe I'll just have to make one out of my fist.
At least he hadn't thought of one of the footmen, he consoled himself.
Matt and Hardy heard their room door move slightly, open just a bit, then silently close. They had been almost asleep but just in that grey area before slumber takes over. They were cuddled together, facing the other, and each saw their partner's eyes open.
"Now, who would that have been? Take a guess?"
Hardy mumbled, "Probably Charles because I know Chris just wanted to sleep. I know he's her hunk, but I really doubt it he would get any if she's really tired."
"And, you are thinking, Charles would be looking for somewhere to sink his cock." Matt chuckled, "I feel sorry for him, but I'm still too tired to accommodate him."
Now awake, Hardy wondered, "What do you think of our footman, Edward?"
"He sure is cute, but either of us could break him like a matchstick. And yet, maybe it would be fun to play around with him. He's small, but sometimes small guys have big dicks. Just like Big Jeff. And he might have a big hole, too." Matt moaned, "Let's get back to sleep, we can think of Edward tomorrow."
And they did.
Big Jeff and Little Jeff had been given a room next door to Todd and Roger and the four of them shared a large bathroom with mammoth tub and glass-enclosed shower room. One of Charles' footmen had been taken ill with the flu so one footman had to serve the four men. His name was Alf, short for Alfred, and he was about the same size as Edward, though a blond athletic young man, maybe 21, maybe not quite. But he was cute.
The four Dukes were tired and thought of retiring to their beds, but all four decided to use the bathroom together, BJ and LJ in the shower and Todd and Roger using the tub, the jets at a full force level. They were all startled when Alf popped into the bathroom, asking if he could help them at all. His eyes were swirling in his head to see the four naked guys and their equipment.
Alf's crotch was huge and every one of the Dukes recognized his situation and reason for the size of his bulge. They were interested to say the least.
BJ was first, "Alf, LJ and I would love to have you help us in the shower, though you'd better remove your clothing before you come in." He grinned with every brilliant white tooth he had gleaming from his mouth. His and LJ's cocks had started rising as a welcome.
Alf reddened, but nodded vigorously, then removed the beautiful doublet and shirt. The Dukes were staring at him, his tight body and small, but defined chest muscles, his tiny pinkish nipples. He looked like an expert gymnast. As he slid down his tights and briefs to his ankles, he bent way over, presenting his arse, as he would have said, and they watched his delicate rose bud grinning at them.
Alf grabbed a loofa and bottle of body wash from a drawer by the basin and entered the shower, grinning with excitement, his probably five and a half inch cock, all pink with a little red head. He started on BJ because he was shorter than LJ. Alf's cock kept getting hard and harder
BJ loved the attention, someone's hands rubbing you all over with soap and warmth. His cock rose and rose to its height, red and thick like a beer can. LJ decided to get in on the fun, so he grabbed a bar of soap and started on BJ's back. He'd often done this before, feeling BJ's back and waist, his buttocks and running down his legs. Kneeling behind BJ, LJ spread his fingers over BJ's butt cheeks, pulling them apart to force his face between them where his tongue could tickle BJ's asshole. At the same time Alf had finished washing BJ, but decided to clean his cock more thoroughly so rammed that thick monster into his mouth, licking and sucking as best he could. With LJ tongue-fucking his asshole and Alf sucking his cock, BJ had no choice but to hold on to Alf's head, rise on his toes to flood Alf's mouth and throat with a torrent of his cum, shot after shot, tensing his whole body and shaking from the electric shocks through his system.
LJ knew BJ was cumming because his tongue was being pinched by the sphincter every time he shot. He kept his tongue as far in as he could, fucking and sucking the wrinkled orifice, his lover's familiar anus. He held on to BJ's hips, rubbing his naked flesh and BJ's cock when Alf released it from his mouth.
Slowly LJ stood to pull BJ to him, his cock pushing through BJ's legs. BJ turned and kissed LJ, "Let's give Alf a good favor for all his hot sexy body and expert mouth."
The two pulled Alf up to stand between them. Since LJ's cock was not too large, LJ stood behind Alf while BJ knelt to take Alf's cock in his mouth, down his throat.
The other two guys, Todd and Roger, yelled from the tub, "Hey, guys, leave some of Alf for us, cum'on guys."
Alf himself yelled, "Hey, don't worry, guys. I got plenty to spare. I won't forget you two."
LJ's cock, soaped up, slid into Alf's ass easily as if it were half as big as it was. Obviously Alf had been used frequently, he had a hot ass too, and well punched by bigger cocks than LJ's. LJ pulled Alf against himself, rubbing his hands of those defined gymnastic muscles, pinching the tiny nipples until they stood out vividly.
"Oh, guys, I'm cumming, don't stop. Hurry, LJ, cum in me, shoot your cum way inside my ass." Alf continued groaning for a few minutes, then, "It's cumming now, LJ, cum with me, cum on with me." LJ managed to catch up and forced his cock in as far as he could, spraying Alf's rectum with a shower of cum, streaming from his cock slit, while LJ humped and humped little Alf's butt, slamming his pubes against those cute buttocks that Alf had.
BJ finished sucking every little sperm out of Alf's cock, delighted in the sweet taste of the young man's semen. He held it in his mouth, then pressed his lips against Alf's, forcing his own cum onto his tongue.
"Gad zooks, guys, that's the first I've tasted my own cum. Never did it before. It's pretty good." He grinned at them and got them into a three-way hug. "Thanks, guys, that was great."
LJ and BJ left the bathroom and went into their room to get some needed sleep.
"Hey, Alfie, we're still here." Alf had been drying off, but they lured to come into the big tub, jets and all. Fortunately he wasn't large and didn't push the water on the floor as he slid between the other guys.
"Alfie, I'm Roger and he's Todd." He pointed to Todd, then pulled Alf into a tight embrace with himself and with his lover Todd. They sat on the bottom, wrapped around each other, a bit tight though, not much space.
"Hey, Roger, why don't we three go into the shower room, we'd have more space."
"Good idea, okay with you, Alf?"
"Hell, yes. I'm with you."
Alf grabbed the boys' hard dicks and led them to the shower to set the temperature right.
Roger lay on the floor, stretched out with his tower of a cock straight up from his loins, "Alfie, do think you could sit on this?"
Alf grinned, "No problem, Rog, that's a good size I like."
Roger thought, "Hey, Alf, have you ever take two cocks at once, like both mine and Todd's at the same time?"
"No, but I'll bet I can. How do we do that?"
"Well, Alf," Roger started, "I'm laying like this and you sit on my cock, then you lay down on me, spread your legs and we'll see if Todd could get his cock in too. Okay?"
"Sure, but there is some lube in that drawer by the sink and I will need that."
Alf forced a lot of lube in his asshole, sticking his finger in to rub it around. Hunching over facing Roger, he let his butt down slowly, a little at a time. He flinched a bit as Roger's steely prick began to enter him. It didn't take him too long to get it all the way in.
Todd spoke, "Say Alf, have you been fucked a lot?"
"Oh, hell yes, me brothers would fuck me every night!"
"How many brothers did you have?"
Alf grimaced, "Well, I had two older brothers and two younger ones and they all could shoot." Then he grinned, "But I loved it, even though I didn't tell them that."
Alf lay on Roger's body, holding tightly, kissing him where he could reach.
Todd got down behind them, put lube on his cock and placed his cockhead against Alf's asshole, sliding his cock along the bottom of Roger's slick, glistening cock. Todd forced and forced, but couldn't get it in.
"Hey, Alf, can't you relax some more, push like you are taking a dump.'
"Okay,"
Todd tried again, groaning, then suddenly his poker pushed inside, Alf's ass lips pinching him real hard. Gradually he got close to Alf and they all groaned together when he got most of his cock inside, rubbing against Roger's cock. That made Todd hotter than ever, sliding his cock against his lover's. Alf had turned white, his eyes shut but moaning musically.
Roger humped into Alf's ass and so did Todd, working faster and harder, they wanted to cum so bad this way. Alf's face showed some pain, but he was also smiling, too.
"I'm gonna cum, Rog, I'm almost there."
Roger forced his hand between his stomach and Alf's and grabbed Alf's cock, beating it as fast as he could.
"I'm cumming," Roger yelled.
"Me, too," yelled Todd.
"Hey, me three, you guys, let's do it, now!"
"Aarg .... ooh .. uhhgh ...woo ... eyow!"
"Now ......"
The three bodies strained mightily, tensed and froze their muscles as their cocks pumped and throbbed to shoot their cum into Alf's ass, while Alf's cock sprayed all over Roger's body.
Gently Roger and Todd slid their deflating cocks from Alf's gaping hole. Todd looked at it and wondered if it would ever close. In fact he put his hands on Alf's butt, trying to squeeze it together, then put his fingers around the slowly closing hole to help.
Roger slid out from under Alf and lifted him up into his arms, cuddling the small man.
"We are going to take care of you now, Alf. We'll clean up and you are going to sleep with us where we'll cuddle and love you." Alf looked a little worried. Roger laughed suddenly, "No, Alf, not make love, just hold and caress you. Okay?"
Alf weakly smiled, then quietly said, "Okay with me. I gotta get up at 8. Could we do that?"
"Of course, Alf, we love you."
They laid Alf on the middle of the bed, lay beside him and turned out the lights after Roger set an alarm clock. Alf felt very comforted lying between these two hot Americans. His butt hole did feel a bit abused, but he was sure it would come back. It always had before. A couple of his brothers had gotten two cocks in his hole, but their's were much smaller.
The next day at 11:00 am Matt and Hardy sat in the rear of the beautiful auditorium, watching their Dukes get ready to perform. They had been warming up in a back room behind the stage. Matt and Hardy were quite a bit higher than the stage.
The auditorium was a full theatre type of space, lots of maroon velvet in the long, long drapes and seat covers. From the stage the tiers of seating rose higher and higher so every guest would see the stage perfectly. The stage was two floors underground and mostly unnoticed from above ground. Charles had not wanted a huge structure tacked on to the back of the home. Some special viewing spaces had been built within the West Wing of the home. When Charles had special VIP guests, they would not have to climb down the stairs but could see and hear everything. Also, there were TV screens in those rooms which were showing a close up of whatever was on the stage for those handicapped with poor eyesight.
Matt couldn't wait to hear how the Dukes would sound in this venue. The sound seemed very 'live' to him with plenty of reverberation. Their brass tones should shimmer and thunder with the feeling of rare metals clashing in conflict, then in harmonization. Maybe the drapes and seats won't affect their sound too much.
Hardy had seen five or six well dressed gentlemen enter the doors to the VIP room behind he and Matt. None of them were recognizable to him. He excused himself to Matt and then walked from the auditorium to the opposite side of the home where he could see the front courtyard from the 20 foot tall windows of a living room. There he spotted two long Rolls with two chauffeurs leaning with their backs against the sides, talking and smoking. A third was facing the front of the Hall obviously watching for their passengers to appear so he could warn the others.
Hardy was really curious about them and the VIP men, wondering if they were an advance party for some event later in the week or even month. He assumed they didn't have anything to do with the Dukes being in Ballard Hall. He returned to the auditorium and Matt. The Dukes had not started their dress rehearsal. Hardy put his left shoulder and arm around Matt's right arm, sliding his hand down until they were holding hands. There was no one near them so Hardy sneaked a kiss on Matt's ear, using his tongue to follow the curves, licking as he went.
"Hardy," Matt whispered, "stop that, please," he pleaded. "I love it, hon, but look at what you did to my pants."
Hardy could already see a wet spot where Matt's cockhead was pressed against the material. "Sorry, boss," he smiled sweetly, " it's just that we got up so late we didn't have time to say our usual 'good morning'. Maybe I'll have to go find Edward to see if he wants to play." He turned his head away from Matt, with a supercilious smile on his face.
Matt knew Hardy would do no such thing, especially without him. After the rehearsal, he and Hardy would have to find some time to be together, alone. He squeezed Hardy's hand, then pulled it up with his hand to his mouth where he kissed and licked his hand. "Have patience, lover, we'll get there soon."
Following the rehearsal, the Dukes met together in the 'green room' where they could be by themselves. They sat on soft chairs and couches to relax and recapitulate their performance. Their director, Hardy, sat in with them. Matt had given him some suggestions after hearing them.
"Matt, as my leader and our leader, has given me some suggestions for you," he raised his hand, "nothing bad, just a few things that could make you all better than the best."
Roger interrupted, "I know I screwed up on that place in Hail Britannia. But I will remember next time." He looked discouraged. Then he brightened, eyes sparkling, "But I did get that 16th note run in Greensleeves." Everyone applauded Roger.
For fifteen minutes Hardy went over minor problems, a few missed notes and the dance part of "There'll Always be an England".
"Maybe there is something in the choreography which should be changed? Anybody have an idea?"
At that point Chris got up, pulled Roger up with her and demonstrated where she thought they were going wrong. They danced beautifully, executing the steps as one person. Chris did still love Roger and always would. Roger of course loved Todd, but felt a curious connection to Chris, like a love and reverence for a sister, a devotion to her which came from the center of his soul. It was not sexual, but was deep in his heart, never to be broken. He would be broken hearted when she moved to England to be with Charles. However, she did visit Windsor often in the upcoming years.
At the end of their show they came to a stop, clinched together and held a kiss gently.
The room exploded with friendly cheers and hands clapping and arms waving.
Roger warned, "Hey, guys, we don't tell Todd about that, okay? I don't want another broken nose. That was just a thank you kiss to Chris for being herself and being so wonderful. Okay?"
All of the Dukes got up to hug and kiss Chris and whack Roger on the back or butt. Roger hoped no one would tell Todd before he could. He love for Todd was the strongest he had ever felt, hoping to be for life.
Hardy broke up the celebration, "Ok guys, would you please take some time together just to go over the dance and try to work out a better way. I hate making changes at the last minute, but this one could make the whole rendition perfect."
Rick piped up, "Hey, Hardy, what's on the schedule for tomorrow? And how long can I sleep in." He grinned, "These beds are great."
Everyone laughed at Rick and his devotion to his bed, knowing he meant his devotion to Jamal.
When the room quieted, Hardy spoke up. "Tomorrow Charles has planned for us to tour London by bus which he has already scheduled. I'm sure we will be treated to a couple great meals and we will go to the West End for a theatre performance. I don't just what yet."
"I know for one meal we will be dining on English food at Porter's English Restaurant. You will pick from the menu typical English dishes, some known and some unknown, and maybe some English mead. Since you are here in England, you have a duty to sample some of the best food produced.
"I also know that we will later be visiting Pizzeria Condotti on the West Side for probably the best pizza in England. It will almost taste like the usual American style pizza."
Matt entered the door of the 'green room' to pleas to go to the pizzaria. He looked around, puzzled, then agreed they would do that if time permitted..
"Okay, guys that was great, but our lunch is waiting for us. So if you are hungry, we'll head for the small dining room, only seats 48." He laughed, "Come on."
Everyone decided he or she was hungry and followed the piper.
The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor had been treated so well all week. They practiced every day, usually in the morning, then traveled to London for further adventures. They watched the sunset at Waterloo Bridge, enjoyed a traditional afternoon Tea at the Ritz Hotel, saw a new musical at Drury Lane theatre, visited Madame Tussaud's wax museum, and managed to get to a pizza place. Finally the big day arrived. Friday evening about 7:30 they sat in their dressing room behind the stage of Charles' auditorium. They were in various stages of dress.
"Hey, Roger, are you going to get dressed sometime?"
"Sure," Roger answered, "after I help Christine with hers." He walked to where Chris was sitting, held out his hand which she took and stood up. She removed her sweatshirt and sweat pants. Everyone held their breath when Chris appeared nude except for very sheer, skin toned briefs. All the men in the group were staring at Chris's breasts, mid size and sitting up perfectly with small pink nipples.
Roger spoke quietly, "Didn't you forget something, Chris?"
"Nope. This is what will be under my costumes all the time." She smiled slyly, "And you guys are supposed to remember that and be inspired. Okay?"
"Right, Chrissy, we are inspired." 'But not as much as if we weren't gay', he thought. All seven men in the room with her, lined up to give her an adoring kiss, one after the other. Following that, the four performers circled her and joined hands, communing with each other. She looked at each one as she turned, giving them a sweet kiss on the lips.
Roger got her slinky, 20's evening dress, silky cream that fit her perfectly, accentuated each curve and smooth angle and slipped it over her head. "Ooh, man, that's perfect, Chrissy," Rick said, "And for me that's high praise, especially for a woman." He ducked the pillows thrown at him.
Hardy walked in and suggested that they all dress within a minute or two. He looked at Chrissy, smiling broadly, "Chris, you are absolutely gorgeous, how did you get that gown to look so smooth? Wonderful."
Chris went over to Hardy and pressed her body to his, she growled softly, "I did this especially for you, Hardy, do you like it?" She was wriggling against him.
Hardy kissed her gently, "Lady and Gentlemen, the show goes on. Make it a good one." He raised his arms, hands clasped together, "I love you and appreciate all about every one of you."
He started out the door, "Wait, guys, let me check if everyone is here. The reason we are waiting is to be sure some special invited guests have arrived. Be back in a flash."
The Dukes knew their dressing room was soundproofed so they took time for a final warm up on their instruments, nothing loud or fast, just putting their embouchure in condition for the show.
Charles, Lord Ballard, had welcomed the last of his guests into his home and was standing by the last row of the auditorium, watching the Dukes and Duchess appear on the stage. The men were dressed in tuxedo-like suits and gorgeous Christine, Charles' fiancee, who ambled in with the boys. Their beautiful gold instruments sparkled in the stage lights under each member's arm, just as the guests' jewelry flashed in the darkness.
The quintet formed a 'V' on the stage with Chris upstage at the apex and the four men in two legs spreading wider toward the apron. They smiled brilliantly, nodding and waving toward their audience. The guests were applauding politely, reflecting the Dukes handsomeness and beauty, unaware of the talent, musicianship and excitement they would bring to their performance. By bringing their horns up to their lips and freezing, the audience settled down. The first few chords of their initial music had everyone on their feet.
"God Bless our Gracious Queen" sounded from the throats of the English aristocrats filling the seats of the auditorium. They stood to honor their Queen, Elizabeth II and to sing esteem and respect to her.
Following the singing, Charles, Lord Ballard, appeared in front of the stage with a mike, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to welcome you all to my home for this performance by the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor. These young people are students of Windsor College, in Windsor, Ohio, USA who have been touring in the United States. I first heard them at the White House in Washington, D.C., and immediately determined that I wanted to bring them here to be heard. I hope you will welcome them and enjoy their music."
With the next selection of music, "Greensleeves", the Dukes and Duchess opened the entertainment and education part of their performance, an hour and a half of almost continuous music of their style of interpretation. After Greensleeves morphed into Elton John's "Healing Hands," the listeners began to understand The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor's techniques. They seemed to enjoy the combination of learning and entertainment.
After changing costumes while Matt was in the spotlight before the stage, spoke to the audience to describe the next few pieces they would play. The young men reappeared wearing flowing white long-sleeved shirts with the same black pants which had been personally fitted. The shirts were unbuttoned showing a lot of handsome male chests. Christine walked out to the boys, wearing a full spreading above-the-knees skirt with an off the shoulder peasant blouse which showed the most cleavage possible without being too frowzy.
The quintet quickly swept into The Earle of Oxford's Marche, written in the late sixteenth century, very spirited for a couple minutes, then segued into a shortened version of William Walton's Crown Imperial March. That selection really brought down the house including a standing ovation from these reserved, upper class English aristocrats. The Dukes had to keep bowing until finally Matt came to the front, raised his hands and pleaded for quiet. "We have lots more to present and we don't want to run out of time." He smiled to the audience, nodding to the Dukes, "Their lips will last just so long." The guests laughed and hummed for a bit.
The rest of the program went superbly, including, near the end, still in the same costume, the playing of William Byrd's (1542-1623) The Mayden's Song which soon transposed into the song from "My Fair Lady", 'I Could Have Danced All Night'.
The quintet smiled, waved and bowed, but then left the stage to change costumes for the grand finale. They returned to the stage to while applause, and again Matt had to silence the audience.
The final group of pieces included 'Rule Britannia', 'There'll Always Be an England'; and Gracie Field's famous 'Now Is The Hour', followed by a reprise of 'Rule Britannia' in a complex arrangement by Hardy Wolfe-Ridgway. The usually staid audience roared and applauded as the final notes were played.
The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor took three curtain calls, holding hands in line where they bowed and smiled again and again. At that point Charles came down and appeared on the stage where he shook hands with the young men, congratulating each one. Finally he took Chris's hand in his, his other arm around her. He kissed her on the lips, astounding the gathering with his sudden affectionate approbation.
Chris and Charles faced each other center stage, just looking into each other's eyes. The audience once again was quiet, wondering, awaiting his next move.
Charles and Chris faced the guests, smiling, obviously excited themselves.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the lovely woman is Christine Griffiths. I first met Chris about ten years when her father was a representative to the Court of St. James, and we got to know each other a bit in this very place."
"I heard this superlative group playing in the White House, Washington, D.C., last summer when they performed for the President of the United States, and realized that MY Christine was a member of it. So we renewed our acquaintance and spent some time together. I was welcomed to the home of Matthew Ridgway and Hardy Wolfe-Ridgway in Windsor, Ohio the original director and his successor." Charles indicated for them to come on stage. This they did, Matt welcomed between BJ and LJ on one side with Hardy between Roger and Rick on the other side.
Again Charles had to hold up his arm to curtail the applause so he could finish.
"At this time I want to announce that I have proposed marriage to Christine," he looked down into her face adoringly, "and am so pleased to tell you that she has accepted my proposal."
Again the roomful of at least 200 guests exploded with applause, calls and even whistles. Charles and Chris embraced with a mighty kiss. Matt and Hardy and the Dukes crowded around Charles and Chris, congratulating both of them. They all gave one more bow and retreated to the dressing room along with Charles.
"Could I have your attention, please?" Charles spoke above their noise. "First, please leave your costumes on for a while longer. I have been asked by one of our guests to have you all come to see her immediately. Second, some protocol. Chris, you will curtsey and the men will bow. You will all say 'Your Majesty' and will not speak unless she speaks to you. Third, she will speak to you so try to answer quickly and not trip over your tongues." He smiled. "I have managed to trip over mine frequently when I'm with her."
The young people were stunned with the news Charles was laying on them. 'We're going to meet the Queen!' they were thinking. Immediately, all poise, composure and coolness left their bodies.
Charles hope they would be able to enter the room without falling on their faces and showing their lack of any skill learned from childhood. Like walking.
Charles quickly herded them from the dressing room, through the audience to the room inside the Hall which looked into the auditorium and stage. Somehow, everyone in the crowd knew that the Queen was in attendance and had asked them to visit her.
Charles and Christine entered the room first, walking to the far end when the Queen was standing, surrounded by a bevy of Ladies in Waiting. One of those Ladies was Charles' mother, especially invited by the Queen to watch the show with her. The Queen wore a teal dress with matching hat, beautiful diamonds around her neck, smiling broadly toward them. As they closed with her, all the Dukes were amazed at how young she looked since they knew she was in her late 70s.
The Queen nodded to Charles, "Lord Ballard, Charles would you please introduce your bride-to-be to me."
Charles smiled back and said, "Your Majesty, may I present Christine Griffiths from the United States of America. I am so pleased that you were here when I announced our engagement." He bowed and Christine executed a beautiful curtsey for the Queen.
"Christine, you are a lovely woman and such a talented one. Come close, would you, I'd like to see that gown you are wearing. It looks just like those gowns the Duchess of Windsor used to wear all the time in the 30s." She held out her hand to Chris who gripped it. Chris felt herself being pulled closer to the Queen, who whispered, "Don't tell anyone, Chris, but you are much more beautiful than that Duchess was." She felt the shoulder of the gown, enjoying the feeling of the silky material. "Don't tell this either Chris, I always wanted to wear one when I saw how good the Duchess looked in them. But, I knew I could never wear one like that." She smiled conspiratorially and warmly toward Chris.
"Charles, when will you two be married?"
"Your Majesty, the actual date has not been decided on, but it will probably be during the last part of June next year. Christine still has to finish her Masters degree."
"Well, as soon as you know you must tell me so that I can schedule that since I definitely want to be at your wedding, and yours, Chris. I would be very pleased if your wedding were near the 3rd Saturday of June to help me celebrate my birthday.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Charles and Chris said together.
"Your Majesty," Charles spoke up, "I would like to present ...."
"No, no Charles, I want to hear first from the directors."
Matt and Hardy met the Queen who asked them to introduce the Dukes. They presented Big Jeff, Little Jeff, Roger and Rick, and the alternates Todd and Jamal, each one giving a well practiced bow.
"Are any of you married?"
"No, Your Majesty, none of them are graduated as yet, but I'm sure they will be married as soon as that is possible." Obviously, Matt wasn't going to explain why they couldn't be married at that time with backward states like Ohio, creating a law banning gay marriages.
The Queen wished all of them well, congratulating them on a most splendid program. "You all should go far in life. Thank you for playing for me."
All of the men and Chris bowed low as she and her entourage swept by in regal splendor. The queen had been as gracious as they could ever have hoped.
The Dukes and Chris all decided they wouldn't wash their right hand, ever. At that time the group didn't know they would be invited to the wedding, probably on June 18th, 2004 and they would shake the hand of the Queen again since the Dukes would be part of the celebration.
Matt and Hardy were thinking they would have to pick a new Duchess since Chris would not be performing. The two men would be surprised that Chris was going to play with the Dukes no matter what!
The Dukes and Duchess and alternates and directors celebrated that evening with a party Charles set up for them. All of them asked Charles if the footmen who served them and Chris's Lady in Waiting could come to the party. The Dukes were especially pleased with their service and extra special favors given by them.
Charles quickly acceded to their request, the footmen were good friends of his anyway, knowing well his 'special' needs. When the party began to die down around midnight, the Dukes and their footmen retired to their bedrooms, actually the exact same rooms they'd enjoyed with the Dukes all week.
All of the men scheduled to fly back to Ohio were a bit hung over and fairly well worn out. Lots of kissing and hugging in their bedrooms with their new friends along with promises of email. Rick and Jamal especially were interested in keeping Ian as a friend in the future. The other two couples were sure their Alf could do very well in the USA, with his carefully refined talents. Alf was certainly well-trained because of his four brothers. Matt and Hardy didn't succumb to their footman's wiles, so stayed and exercised together. They gave Edward a large amount of cash in gratitude and regret.
Brian Whitlow had made arrangements to fly them into Washington, then pick up he and Mike to return to Toledo and to Windsor in the helicopter where they all would give another party. The Dukes performance had been reported in the society sections of the Washington papers, plus their opportunity for meeting the Queen.
The first thing that Matt took care of upon returning was to schedule a date as soon as possible for the Dukes to present the same performance as presented for the Queen of England. No one knew but Matt that the Queen had commissioned Charles to prepare a plaque describing the event of their performing for the Queen in her name. That would be the first plaque to be hung in the new music building in the lobby.
Actually, Matt had told Hardy but no one else. That would to be an honest surprise for the Dukes.
So, on the next Friday evening, The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor presented for the school and surrounding areas the same performance they had given to the Queen of England. The Dukes and Chris used some of the British flags and banners that Charles had sent for the going away party, hanging them around the old auditorium. A huge portrait of the Queen of England was hanging on the back curtain. The new music department auditorium would not be ready until after the first of the new year.
Even with a late decision to perform, almost all the seats were full. The Ridgway family had reserved seats in the front two rows, the immediate family and all their friends who didn't get to go on the trip. That included even Mitch and Craig, Mitch's mother, Lee and Neil, Karl and Sunshine and of course Marty sitting with her brother Gary and his partner, Steve. The small boys of the family, Jacob and Joshua sat next to Steve, their father, wiggling anxiously, waiting for the show to start.
Only one item of the Dukes was different for that evening, Christine decided that she better wear a bra, especially since her parents were in the audience. They had never seen the Dukes and Duchess in action and were highly suspicious of her playing and dancing in front of the 'general public'.
When the last music was played, Rule Britannia and all, Matt and Hardy moved to the front of the stage to join the Dukes in accepting the applause and appreciation of the many people filling the hall.
Finally, Matt and Hardy raised an arm to quiet the responders.
Matt spoke first, "Thank you all for coming and listening so well and appreciatively. The Dukes and Duchess were magnificent in England and performed sensationally in front of 250 or so aristocrats at Ballard Hall. And, though they didn't know it, they also performed for the Queen of England and some of her court. She was gracious to us, spoke with each of us and congratulated us on our music. She had been in a separate room which could oversee and hear all that went on in the auditorium."
With a package in one hand, Hardy took the mike with the other, then, "Because of that, the Queen authorized a plaque to be made for the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor and Windsor College, in gratitude and respect for their performance. This plaque will be the first to hang in the new Music Building." He unwrapped the item in his hand and held up a large shield of dark wood and inscribed with the details of the Dukes performance for the Queen of England with dates and times. Along with ohs and ahs came enthusiastic applause from the rows of seats. Both Matt and Hardy had misty eyes from the sentiment shown to them.
The Dukes and Duchess were wildly celebrating with each other, hugging, kissing Chris, dancing around. Roger and Chris take off around the stage with a waltz step, perfectly done even with no music.
Matt spoke into the mike, "Thank you all for coming. Come back again for the Dukes and for the Windsor Concert Band next Friday for a Holiday concert here in this auditorium."
Later that night Matt and Hardy were lying in their bed, holding each other lightly, too tired to even make love. Matt lay on his stomach, slightly on top of Hardy, kissing him gently, pushing his hair back with one hand, caressing his face.
"Hardy, love, we really did it now, didn't we? We played for the President and then the Queen on England. What more could we ask for." Matt's eyes were a bit teary, moist and dark, "I love you so much, Hardy."
"You know, Matt, I saw in the paper that the Ohio Legislature is planning to enact a law to ban any gay marriages, including marriages performed in other states. What will we do then?"
Matt thought a minute, "We could move to Michigan, it is only five miles away. As much as I love this house, we have enough money to build one exactly like it in Michigan. We'll have to watch the Michigan legislature and see what they do. I'm afraid Massachusetts would be a little too far to commute." He smiled into Hardy's eyes, his left hand caressing Hardy's chest, his pecs and nipples, no intentions except to feel his lover's body.
"Matt, I would like a religious ceremony, but if they would allow a civil marriage, that would be fine with me. We can do the religious part ourselves, pledging ourselves to each other and to God."
"That would be fine, Hardy, I agree. I think most gays just want the rights and privileges of a married couple, the legal advantages that come from being connected in love and a certificate." Matt's hand had slipped down Hardy's abdomen to cup the younger man's balls in the warmth of his own body. He had just begun to think of testing the waters of the aroused prong within inches of his hand. Just as he started to slide down the velvety soft skin on the shaft, he heard the bedroom door open. He quickly pulled the sheet over Hardy's crotch.
"Uncle Matt and Uncle Hardy, could we come sleep with you? Todd is asleep and so is Daddy." Jacob was pulling Joshua's hand, carefully stepping into the bedroom and toward their bed.
Matt and Hardy looked into the other's eyes, knowing any more playing around was over for the night.
"Of course, Jacob, you and Josh come up here between us." He hoped Hardy's cock would soften quickly because each of them would have a small boy in their arms for the night. Since it was a little cool in the room, Matt pulled up the sheet and quilt to cover all four of them.
The boys were wearing pyjamas of the white flannel kind with animals on them, and they felt so cuddly to the older men. Matt took Joshua while Hardy wrapped his arms around the larger Jacob. Their attention was centered on the boys, no more thoughts of sex or loving. Both men spooned their young charge, holding them tightly with their rugged arms, tenderly applied. They looked at each other in the dim light, smiling as their boy slipped into the arms of Morpheus, too.
Both men loved the boys, not in lust of course, but in the love of a parent for his child. They well realized that they would never have any children of their own. The possibility of adoption was a fairly realistic course, but they still wouldn't be a child of their own loins, from their seed. Both had once in a while thought of a surrogate mother giving birth to their own boy, but had dismissed the idea since they would never find any woman with whom they would want to share their seed.
The two men held their nephews the same way, one hand across their chest, the other hand cupped between their legs, holding them gently yet in strength. This way they could be intimately connected and feel the young boy's warmth against their chest and abdomen without letting any unsound events occur.
At the Monahan's home Moose and Mike had just used the bathroom in turn, undressed in Mike's bedroom and slid in the king sized bed. Moose would not fit in anything smaller since he used two-thirds of the bed. Mike was left with 1/3 and really didn't need any more. He was usually on Moose's side anyway.
Mike turned out the bedside lamp, "Wasn't the Dukes great tonight, Moose? How did they ever become so good?"
Moose wrapped his arms around Mike and pulled his body against himself. "Mikey, they all started on the instrument very early and have practiced many, many hours a week, studying with good teachers, too. And they all have natural talent though it's been well developed."
"Lay on your back, Matt, so I can cuddle with you." Mike liked to use Moose's real name when they were alone, it made him feel closer to his brother. Mike lay on his left side against Moose's right side, one leg over Moose's right one, his burgeoning cock forced between their two thighs. His head lay on Moose's chest where he could suckle the large nipple he could there.
"Mikey, that feels great. You are feeling much bigger now, your exercises and that Bowflex we got is super." He grinned in the darkness, "And even though you probably won't reach my height, I can see you have added an inch or two recently." He kissed Mike's head, "And, pretty soon you won't have to have help taking care of the guys that bother you."
Mike pulled his cock from between their legs, playing with it, feeling it grow more and more. He reached for Moose's hand and pulled it on top of his cock. Again, Moose smiled sweetly at his brother while he tenderly caressed Mike's cock, a good six and a half inch shaft plus a large glans, dark red and soft as Mike's behind. Moose was glad that Mike's buttocks were so smooth and velvet like, just a nice handful for his large paws.
Moose pulled Mike on top of himself, holding the solid buttocks to keep his brother's body close to him, feeling their bodies connect and absorb each other's aura, sensations and aromas, especially the man scent they exuded.
"I love you Matt, more than I've ever loved before. I've always loved you, but this is way more than ever. I keep thinking how next year I'll go to college and live with you. Do you think you'll get a job in Windsor?"
"Mikey, I have that wrestling job sewn up. I'll have my teaching degree and will be able to teach English and physical education and coach. Maybe I can pound some good English into those who don't want to learn." He laughed, "Do you think they'll pay attention to me?"
Mike hugged Matt, "You're durn tootin; Matt. You can't miss."
Suddenly, they heard a scream, "George, wake up! George, what's the matter.! Oh God, what do I do?" The boys' mother was yelling, but a second later she barged into their room, something she never did.
"Boys, boys, something's wrong with your father. Help me! Help me!"
They were stunned. Their mother was in their room with Mike lying on top of a naked Moose and when he rolled off, they were laying there with no covers and both their cocks were huge and stiff as rails. They looked at each other.
"Boys, come on, geez, get dressed and hurry."
Moose and Mike jumped out of opposite sides of the bed, their cocks waving back and forth as they tried to get dressed. Their mother stood in place, staring, but they were sure she wasn't seeing anything, especially their nakedness and hard cocks flying with their urgent motions.
"Mother, have you called 9-1-1? Never mind I'll get it. Mikey, you see how Dad's doing." While Moose grabbed his phone, Mike ran into their parents' room, trying to find his Dad in the dark. He finally looked on the far side of the bed to see him off the bed, lying on the floor between the bed and outside wall.
Mike lay across the bed with his head and arms over the side above his father.
"Dad, Dad, what is it? Are you hurt? Is it your heart, Dad? Please talk to me." Mike was starting to cry, so afraid for his father, not knowing what to do.
"Hey, Moose, come in here quick," tears running down his face, "hurry Moose."
Moose got to the bedroom and lifted their Dad back on the bed. His father was breathing but with a struggle. Moose felt that his father's heart was beating with a good pulse. "Dad, where do you hurt? Does your chest hurt?"
His dad's eyes were opening, looking into his son's face. He whispered, "I don't know, son. My chest hurts and my throat, I don't know what it is. Did you call..."
"Yes, we called 9-1-1 and they should be here within five minutes. Can I do anything, Dad, can I get you something?"
At that point his Dad's eyes closed, he seem to completely relax but his pulse was still good when Moose checked his wrist and neck.
"Mom, get some clothes for Dad, he shouldn't go naked, at least get some pyjamas we can dress him in." He looked for Mike. "Mike, it's all right, I don't think it is a heart attack, but let's get these pyjamas on him. It won't be easy."
The panicked boys managed to sit him up and get the shirt on him. Then they worked the pants over his legs, and Moose lifted his Dad's butt so Mike could slip it over his hips. When they finished, they heard the siren of the emergency vehicle. Neither boy had ever seen his father naked before, but in their alarm it never occurred them to look.
Within half an hour Moose, Mike and their mother were sitting in a waiting room at the emergency room doing just that, waiting for word from the doctor. Mike and Moose held each other tightly, sitting very close on the green plastic couch. This was normal for them, the way they comforted each other. With a start they realized that their Mother was staring at them, not blinking or moving her eyes. They both thought, "Oh, shit. We're going to get it."
After a half hour, the doctor came to meet them.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Barnes, I want to tell you your husband and father is going to be all right. He didn't have a heart attack, just a severe stomach upset which can be frighteningly like a heart problem." He smiled, "You will be able to take him home with you in a few minutes. We want to settle down his stomach and I'll give you a prescription to relieve his symptoms." He turned to leave the waiting room, then, "I suggest that you have him get an appointment with your family doctor as soon as possible. He'll be out in a few minutes." He smiled and waved as he left.
Both Moose and Mike had been staring at the doctor. Mike whispered to Moose, "He's a hunk, isn't he, Matt." He smiled and wiggled his eyes.
"Shhh."
Their mother stood up, looking their way, staring with an evil stare. "You may think I didn't notice you when I went into your room, but I did. I sure did. We'll talk when we get home if your father is okay. I'll go get the car and you bring your father out." She left the room.
"Oh, god, Mikey, we've had it, haven't we. I'm a little worried, I must admit." His face clearly show his anxiety about their position.
"They won't do anything bad, will they?" Mike's forehead wrinkled up as he eyebrows almost met his hair line.
"I don't know, brother, but it could be bad. I don't think we can say it was anything other than what we were doing. We may have to tell them everything and hope they won't kill us."
That night nothing happened because their father wasn't feeling well enough. Both of them got glaring looks from their mother. "Wait until tomorrow. We'll talk then."
Moose and Mike worried all through their classes that next day, a lump in the pit of their stomachs producing acid that threatened to dig a hole in there.. Moose told Mike to wait for him after school, he'd pick him up as soon as he could get to the front gate.
Moose thought Mike looked pitiful with a hangdog expression and posture. To himself he thought, 'Hope they don't kick us out.'
Mike shut the door after he climbed into Moose's car. "Matt, I need you to hold me right now or soon. I'm going to fall apart, man." Moose noticed that Mike's hands were shaking as was his right leg.
Moose drove to a woodsy lane where he used to take girls, and where nothing happened.
He parked, turned to Mike and gathered him in his arms, his face against Mike's, kissing his cheek and ear.
"I know, Mike, I'm scared, too. But I guess we can't hide any more."
They left the car, walking on the fallen leaves in the thick woods, looking for a toppled tree trunk to sit on. This time, Moose took Mike onto his lap, holding him tightly.
"I know we are up against it, Mikey, and I can only hope our parents will understand, or at least keep loving us." Moose couldn't hide the tear that slid down his cheek, "I would hate to have to leave, but you could stay if I had to go."
"No," Mike almost screamed, "if you have to go I will go too." He sobbed, "Matt, I can't be apart from you, I love you, I need you." He hugged Matt as hard as he could, pressing himself forcefully, trying to worm his way into Matt's being.
The two young men held each other with searching fingers and arms that tried to crush and yet, spread the love around.
"Mike, we have to go. They'll be waiting for us, hon." He kissed Mike on the lips, "Mike we have to be strong, and take what we get, I guess."
"I guess so. Help me be tough."
The brothers walked in the house to see their parents waiting for them in the living room. Mother and father sat uncomfortably in their favorite chairs on either side of the fireplace where the fire burned brightly.
Moose and Mike sat on the couch facing their parents whose eyes they hadn't met yet.
"Matt and Mike, we have to talk about the situation here," their mother opened the talk.
Moose wasn't going to take anything lying down, "Just what situation are you referring to, Mom. I can't imagine how we could possibly have disappointed you."
"I never thought you had, Moose, until yesterday morning."
Moose frowned, "I can't understand what you are talking about."
Their mother stood up with her back to the fire. "I don't think you two being naked in bed with each other and huge erections on both of you is normal or desirable. Do you?"
"Mother, I don't understand what you find so horrible. I know lots of brothers who play around with each other. That happens all the time." He smiled, "Mom, Mike and I just play around a little, you know, nothing bad."
She tightened her lips, staring at the boys very hard, urging every disgusted nerve in her body to immediately turn them into the pure, adorable children she used to have.
"How can you sit there, telling me it's all fine that you and your brother are just playing around. Damn it! You guys are having sex with each other, you are brothers, that's incest. That's forbidden, you know it is."
"Hey, Mom," Mike piped up, "that was when close relatives had idiot babies, but Moose and me can't have babies, so it doesn't matter." Mike looked proud of himself, smiling broadly.
Her jaw dropped, she stared at Mike, just as Moose did the same, not believing what his brother had said, dumping their cause into the toilet.
"Ah, Mom," Moose soothed, "Mike didn't mean that, he knows better." Moose turned back to his mother, "Mom, we were just playing around. If you hadn't come in our room, you would never had known."
Suddenly the boys' father spoke up, "I would have known, Moose, I have known. I've been watching you two for weeks. I was damn sure what was happening and I have to blame you, Moose. It is all your fault for seducing Mike, your younger brother, that's the crime around here."
Mike blew up, "Damn it Dad, I seduced him, it wasn't his fault. I did everything I could to have him love me." He started crying, "It wasn't Matt, Dad, it was me."
Mike turned to Moose and held on to him, getting as close as he could to his brother and lover.
"That does it! I won't have it. You two take your stuff and get out of this house. Now! Your mother and I dispossess you, you are no longer our sons! Got it? Never come here again!"
"Oh, George, that's too much, don't do that. We can work this out. I don't want to send the boys out by themselves."
"That's where they go, Mother, "that's where they are going. OUT! NOW!"
Moose, on the way up to his bedroom, yelled back, "Dad, aren't you going to tell us how often you and Uncle Charley had sex, and I remember very well seeing you two going at it when I was little."
"You shut your fucking mouth. Shut it and get the hell out!" George Monohan, bright red, furious, screamed at his son. He didn't notice that his wife was looked at him, with daggers in her eyes. She'd never had any idea that he and Charley had done the same thing he blamed the boys out for.
The Ridgway farmhouse was quiet in the chilled November evening, a bright, full moon revealing a cloudless sky, harbinger of much lower temperatures. All of the residents were busy with their chores, homework or amusements.
Matt and Hardy ensconced themselves in the den trying to figure out their plans for the music department over the rest of the year, plus engagements for the Dukes of Windsor.
"Hardy, we've had an invitation from the College Band Directors Association at their national convention in March, I think in Chicago. Do we do it, or wait for other options? Not much goes on in March except contests here and there."
Hardy looked up, pleased and hopeful, "Matt, I'd love to do it. That is the top venue for college instrumental groups in the nation. We could and should make quite a splash by playing for hundreds of the top college band directors in the country." Hardy's eyes sparkled and pled with Matt, "Couldn't we do it, hon, it is a perfect way to show our stuff and gain widespread notice. Could we, Matt, could we?" He had a "please, Mommy" look on his face.
Matt could hardly keep from laughing, "Yes, Hardy babe, I guess we could do that if you really think we should." He grinned, "That is, if you are a good boy." He leaned over to give Hardy a big kiss on his lips, licking them then nipping Hardy's lower full lip.
The new front door horns blared through the house. He and Hardy had put them together instead of chimes or bells. They were electronic horns which would randomly play various tunes, that night it was the William Tell fanfare.
Hardy went to answer them. Matt heard him open the door, ask someone in and shut the door again.
Matt looked up to see Moose and Mike Monahan standing in the doorway, looking like the world had kicked them in the balls. Matt didn't think he had ever seen anyone look that sad in a long time.
Matt stood and shook hands, "What's the matter, guys, what has happened? Sit down on the couch and Hardy will bring you a drink."
They sat down. Moose told Matt and Hardy the whole story. . Moose did pretty well, but Mike had tears running down his cheeks while Moose still held his hand.
"I'm so sorry, Moose and Mike, did you really see your Dad and his brother?"
"Yup. I was very small, but I can remember them sucking and fucking each other, Now I know what they were doing. That old hypocrite." He looked down at his hands, "I'm sorry to bring this to you, Matt and Hardy, but I really didn't know where to go. I do have some money saved up, but couldn't get to it until tomorrow."
Matt looked at Mike, "How old are you, Mike?"
"I'm 17, won't graduate until next summer. Why?"
"Well, Mike, you are a minor, and you are being neglected by your parents where you have always lived. Tell you what, we want you two to stay with us tonight and we'll figure out where we'll go from here tomorrow. Ok?"
Both boys smiled, some hope had returned. "But we have to be together," Mike said, "I'd die without Matt on my side."
Matt and Hardy were puzzled. "Who's Matt?"
Mike giggled, "That's Moose's real name. Matthew. When we are alone, I always call him Matt, I love him so much."
Matt smiled, "That's good, Mike, we were puzzled. I've just had a idea where you both can live and be together. Hardy and I will visit your parents tomorrow and get money out of them to support you. You may be 17, but you are still in school and they are responsible. Your father may not want you around, but he's going to pay your expenses. I may even take Lieutenant Reardon with me when I visit. If your father doesn't help, he'll end up in jail for a bit."
Hardy stood and suggested that they get their belongings from the car and bring them in. He smiled warmly, "Guys, we are going to see that you have a good place to live. Unfortunately, we are filled up here and can't keep you which we would like to do. But we will see you often. You are two of our favorite people and we love you." He hugged Mike, then struggled to hug Moose, getting around his waist where his hands could touch.
Matt did the same, "Get your stuff and we'll get you settled for a few days. Okay?"
Both boys nodded, got their 'stuff' and were led to Brian and Ted's part-time room. They also led them to the kitchen to feed them since they figured they hadn't had any supper. After that they suggested that they watch some television or take a swim if they want.
In the den Matt picked up his cell phone and punched the number he wanted. In a moment he spoke, "Hi, Hamish, this is Matt. How are you doing?"
"Hi, Matt, I'm fine. What's up."
"Well, Hamish, we have a couple orphans which we thought you might put up for a while, or even a long while." Matt explained what had happened to Moose and Mike and that they were staying with the Ridgways for the time being.
"Moose will finish college this June and has a teaching job with the Windsor schools. His brother, Mike, will graduate from high school in June and had planned to live with Moose while he went to Windsor College. Do you think you could handle these boys? I've told you they are gay and are brothers in love, if that is a problem with you, just say so."
"Matt, I'm going crazy here in this big house by myself. I'd love to have them. And you know I love a whole bunch of gays so what's two more." He grinned but Matt couldn't see it.
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.