Dukes of Windsor

DUKES OF WINDSOR Book II Chapter 9

Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and includes their sexual activities. This tale is entirely fictional. Any similarities to actual people, places or events are purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area, please leave now. Always be SAFE. Otherwise read on and I hope you enjoy.

The Dukes of Windsor, Copyright 2004,2005 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this story 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 authorpaul at mail.com. When you write, please put "Dukes" or Dukes of Windsor in the Subject line so I can concentrate of answering mail for the story. Thanks, Paul

The original story of The Dukes of Windsor ended at 38 chapters. These twelve new chapters follow Chapter 37 but one year later. Chapter 38 would still be the end of the story.

Also, I wish to give my grateful thanks to David, Jesse and Tim for assisting me by editing all or part of these chapters. I'll be forever thankful of your help.

Memorial

With great sadness, I dedicate this portion of Dukes of Windsor to the memory of my best friend and life long love who passed away on December 19, 2005. He was the inspiration and guiding hand for my story and for a major part of my life.

Requiescat in Pace, Jack.

Chapter 9

On Friday, the next day, Hardy's second practice of the Dukes of Windsor, took place with all members in attendance. Eve was there. Eve realized that Mark was to learn her music parts and the group's dance movements by watching her constantly and closely. He was beginning to get on her nerves.

He didn't get near her or even talk to her, but she resented his presence all the time. She hadn't complained to Hardy or Matt, but was thinking about it. When Eve next took a good look at Mark, she realized that he was very good looking, hotly handsome and attractive. She also realized that Mark and Jack were partners so that meant they were gay.

She wondered about that, maybe he isn't really gay, he might just be shy. Then she remembered her friends at the University of Michigan, Darren Foster and Peter Workman. They were so cute, partners and no question that they were gay. She was trying to think of a way to get rid of Mark Wellington. Maybe she would find another guy who could take him away from Jack, maybe Darren or Peter would come down for a few days. She had thought of taking Darren and Peter to the next party at Ridgway. If the Dukes were going to perform somewhere out of town, she could have Darren meet Mark in Windsor and seduce him. Eve didn't know that wherever the Dukes went, Mark would travel with them, too. He was an alternate member so he traveled with the Dukes wherever.

The practice that day turned out to be 100 % better than the one on Wednesday. Eve had practiced her music the day before so she was almost ready. The three newbies, Jack, Eve and Alden were a bit on edge and therefore made little mistakes that they wouldn't make with more experience.

The music they worked on was new to all of them, nothing familiar, but most handled it with balance and poise. Only one of the new ones had any dancing with it, but the steps were simple and caused no real problems. When they took a short break, she watch how Jack and Mark spent the time in one of the practice rooms, very close and talking quietly. That gave Eve and idea. She could take Mark away from Jack, it would be easy.

At the end of the practice Eve asked Hardy if she and Mark could go over the music and dancing for a little while. "Sure, Eve, you and Mark can do that. The custodian will be around soon to lock up and you will have to leave then."

Mark was happy because he needed some help with music and a lot with the dancing. He and Eve sat down with their horns and stands. Eve was sparkling with Mark as she never had before. She touched Mark's body every chance she got, specially one time when she was standing behind Mark pointing places in the music where he needed to work. As she pointed, her tits pressed again and again against Mark's shoulder. And, when they danced, she was as tight to Mark as possible, pushing her tits into Mark's chest, for a moment her hands slipped down to cup Mark's buttocks. That seemed to worry Mark and he moved away.

Jack, of course, had been waiting all that time and finally walked to them, asking Mark, "Hey, Mark, we have to go, we're have dinner at your house."

Without much thought, Mark said, "You can go ahead. I'll come along when we are finished."

"Mark, aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"We have your car, you need to drive us home."

Mark looked puzzled, finally, "Oh, yeah, guess we better go."

Jack was becoming more and more pissed with Mark, what the hell was he doing with that woman. Jack had a thought, 'I bet that bitch is trying to seduce Mark, so she can break us up.' His eyes started to tear up before he could stop. He got out a tissue and blew his nose, wiping the tears at the same time.

Mark finally put his horn away, picked up his books and took off with Jack after saying thank you and a sweet good-bye to Eve. . Still in a daze, Mark got in his car and sat in the passenger front seat. Jack looked at his friend, just sitting there with a flat, dull face, no expression at all. He finally decided that Mark wasn't going to drive, so he'd better do it or they would never get home. He took the keys from Mark's flaccid hand, moved him over, started the car and drove toward Mark's house. He often drove Mark's car so no problem there. But Jack didn't know what to say to Mark. He seemed to be numb, nothing going through his mind, no interest in the world around him.

Jack slowly entered Mark's driveway but Mark stayed seated, he didn't move. Jack wondered what the hell was going on.

"Man, what is it? Where have you gone." Mark said nothing so Jack pushed himself onto Mark's side, grabbed him in his arms and gave his a good, sloppy kiss, pushing he tongue inside to find Mark's. Mark struggled a bit, but finally gave in.

Jack pulled his head back to look into Mark's eyes, still seeing disorder there, fuzzy focus nothing but a dull light.

"Mark," Jack screamed, "wake up, baby, talk to me." Jack couldn't believe how his lover was acting..

Finally, Mark seemed to wake up, to see who was talking to him and who was holding him. He turned toward Jack, his face opened like a rose in bloom.

"Jack, oh Jackie, I don't know what happened to me." He shook his head, "That damn bitch, she's never getting that close to me ever again." He looked at Jack, "I'm sorry, babe, I don't know why I went zooey on you." He grabbed Jack in his arms, "I went into a trance, I guess, shit, I couldn't feel what I was doing. Did I really drive home?"

Jack chuckled, "No, babe, I did. See, you're sitting in the passenger seat? I was a little worried. I know you are a very good driver, but you sure weren't yourself." He gave Mark another hot kiss, biting his lips.

"Man, she's got to be one of them whadayacallem ... from those operas .... sirens or Loreleis or somethin'? Those part bird women who lured sailors to their deaths at sea. Man, if that's a seduction, I never want another." He turned his head toward his lover, "Jackie, love, I'm so glad you got me out of there. Come on, let's go in for dinner."

Jack's eyes were full of tears, "God, Markie, I'm so glad you are okay, I'll admit I was getting so scared I'd lost you." He was honestly frightened, "Don't do that again, please?"

Mark put his hand behind Jackie's head, pulled him into a splendiferous, loving kiss.

Jackie pulled away, "Hey, Markie, your mother is coming out to get us. Shouldn't we straighten up? She doesn't look happy." Mark glanced to see his mother stomping down the driveway.

He opened the door, "It's okay, Mom, we had a scare but we're all right. We're coming in for dinner if we can."

Marilyn Wellington stopped and smiled at her 'boys'. "You guys were giving me some strange ideas, you never have fooled around in the driveway before, have you?"

Mark spoke up, "No, Mom, something crazy happened at Dukes practice and we were trying to get back to normal," he laughed, "if we could ever be termed 'normal'." He looked at Jack and giggled.

At the dinner table Mark and Jackie told their mom what had happened at school. "You mean she was really trying to seduce you, Mark?"

"Yeah, Mom, she was all over me like skin, I was trying to learn her music and her dances. But I didn't get far. She was touching me all over, grabbed my butt, she even brushed my dick with her hand a couple of times. Probably trying to feel if I was hard. I thought she was on of those ..... Loreleis, you know, the Rhine maidens. We learned about them in music class talking about Wagner and Lohengrin. She even stuck her boobs everywhere she could." He cut another piece of steak, "Mom, I was almost in a coma, ask Jack, he was watching all the time. Finally he said we had to get home, you would have dinner on the table." He chuckled, "I wasn't copacetic at all, but Jack stayed with me. He drove us home, thank goodness, I couldn't have."

Jack spoke up, "I think she was trying to break us up. She knew I was in one of the practice rooms, but didn't care. Geez, Mom, that girl is an alien from Jupiter or somewhere."

Marilyn started to clean up the table. "Guys, I think you should tell Hardy. He shouldn't want someone like that in the group." Coming back from the kitchen, "Maybe she was trying to get rid of Mark so he couldn't replace her."

Marilyn looked at the two boys, "Do you have a lot of homework, guys? " She seemed hopeful, "If not, I think you two should go to bed and recover from the 'siren's curse'. Okay?"

"Mom, you are the greatest." Both boys ran to hug their 'Mom'.

"And you are not to come down until morning ..... that is, unless you get ravenous. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom." They ran up the stairs, Mark first with Jackie feeling those luscious cheeks swinging in front of him along the way.

Jack was thinking about kneading them, licking them and teasing Mark's anus with his tongue. He hadn't done that before but decided he needed to inflame his lover to negate Eve's hurtful efforts.

Downstairs Marilyn gave a huge sigh of relief, thinking, if they don't tell Hardy, she would. She knew her boys would have a busy night in bed, loving each other, forgetting the bitch.

Mark had Jackie in his arms, "I love you so, babe, and I need you, no one else." He began undressing Jack, sliding his plaid shirt off his shoulders, then pulled his t-shirt up as Jack raised his arms. Before Jack could lower his arms, Mark stuck his tongue in his right armpit, licking the hair and tasty sweat he found, "Oh, Jackie, you are so yummy, especially in here."

Mark caressed Jack's sides while he found another target, Jack's dime-sized nipple areolas and little nubs, being surrounded by a few strands of black hair. He sucked on one, then the other, back and forth before he slid down to Jack's innie navel that he tongued greedily. He felt he'd had a close call, wondering what would have happened if Jack hadn't been with him.

The taller boy continued to undress Jack. He opened his belt and snap, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor, revealing his boxer-briefs gripping his bubble butt, cupping his balls and the 6 inch cock, swollen head and all. Mark sank to the floor, his face pressing into the pouch in his shorts, licking his bulge until the whole thing was wet.

"Oh, Markie, that is so good, I forgive you of anything and everything. Love me, man."

Jackie's back was facing the window, plenty of light to bring out his muscles and strong spine. Quickly, Mark pulled his boxer-briefs to his ankles, grabbing his cock as it popped out into his mouth. Mark sucked for a while, then stood up again. He clutched his lover's body to his own, "Oh, Jackie, I love you so, I'm very sorry for this afternoon. I lost touch with reality for a while, I don't know why, but I won't get near her again." They hugged strongly, desperately.

Suddenly, Mark's mother changed her mind. She raced up the stairs and gave a tap-tap on Mark's door, "Hi, guys," she actually burst in, "don't mind me, just wanted a word. Will you tell Hardy what Eve did or not." She was next to them and both boys were embarrassed from head to toe, as red as they could possible be. Jack's embarrassment was obvious, he was naked, but Mark was holding him very close to hide his hot adornment.

"Oh, Jackie," she started, excited as she could get, "you're getting hair around your nipples, I'm so pleased." She stunned her 'boys' with her comment, then she looked behind Jack in the bright light. With both hands she spread Jack's buttocks apart, "Oh, lordy, Jackie, I'm so pleased again, you have hair inside your butt," she released him and slapped Jack's buttocks lightly. "You are growing up so fine, honey." Suddenly she grabbed both young men in her arms, "Oh my boys, please don't be mad, I love you so much. I just needed a little close encounter with you, Jack, and my own boy, too." Marilyn Wellington was just babbling, embarrassed, too.

Jack asked, "Madam, we'd like to know what you have done with our mother, where did you put her?" He and Mark were smiling at her

"Jackie, please don't be mad, I love you so much." She patted her son Mark on his bottom, still covered with his jeans, "Thank you two for not going berserk. I can't promise I won't ever do it again, but, you know, I'm your mother. And Jack, I changed your diapers often, too, so I'm allowed. I feel so much love with you too."

The young men decided to have compassion for their mother and grabbed her before she could leave the room. "Mom," they said jointly, "it's all right. We understand and we forgive you." Jack nodded, "And, Mom, don't you ever tell anyone what you did, please, especially to my mother. She hasn't seen me naked for at least fifteen years, she'd be jealous." He grinned broadly, giving Marilyn a kiss on her cheek. "And," he emphasized, "she's never seen this and now you have." He nodded down to the swollen cock he was holding in his hand. "Okay?"

By then, Marilyn really was embarrassed. She blushed, "For that I'm sorry, Jackie, please just forgive me."

Jack said, "No problem. Your son, Mark, seems to like it." He and Mark chuckled in rhythm, "Yeah, Mom, that's the last you'll ever see of that." Mark finished the warning.

Hardy, in his office at that moment, was receiving some good news from Dean McAllister on the phone.

"Hardy, I wanted you to know we have a junior girl enrolling as I speak. She is transferring from Baldwin-Wallace. Her records have been faxed to me and she looks like a very good student, great grades in music, her major. And get this, Hardy, she has majored in an instrument - guess what!"

Hardy decided to go for the 'gold', "French Horn?"

"Bingo, you got it!" Hamish was excited for Hardy, knowing about Eve.

"Hamish, is she there now?" Hardy himself was excited, hoping she played like a dream.

"Yup, where do you want to meet her, in the rehearsal room?"

"Sure do, pard, you keep getting this kind of student, I'll be set for a while."

"Okay, man, I'll show her around a bit on the way." He whispered, "She's gorgeous."

Hardy wanted to know more. "What's her name, Hamish?"

"Grace Kelly. When I asked if she were related to the other Grace Kelly, she didn't know who I was talking about. But she seems very bright."

"That's great, Oh Omnipotent Dean, see you."

Hardy couldn't believe his eyes when Grace Kelly walked into the room. He smiled and sat her beside him on the director's podium. She was a natural blond, gorgeous features with a tempting body, everything in the right place and plenty of it.

"Grace, how did you come to pick Windsor College after Baldwin-Wallace?"

A softly modulated voice floated to his ears, well controlled and rather husky. She smiled, "Mr. Wolfe, I heard the Dukes and Duchess perform last year in River City, my home town. I started asking around and finally found out where the group was from."

"Grace, I'm wondering if you could possibly play a bit for me? I'd appreciate it." Hardy smiled his most gracious to urge her on. He was thinking, 'I wish she'd come here a month ago.' He still was amazed at her loveliness, a different beauty than Christine the former Duchess, but a great one."Oh, Grace. I have a school French horn here, not great, but maybe you could use it."

They walked into the instrument room that was deserted. Hardy didn't want anyone to hear her right now. Now he needed a good reason to drop Eve from the group.

"What year are you now, Grace?"

"Mr. Wolfe, I'm a junior. According to Dean McAllister, all my classes from B-W will transfer equally here and I'm ahead of my course work." She reached out to take the horn case from Hardy, "I'll play part of a concerto by Richard Strauss, if you don't mind." She pulled the horn out of the case, turning her nose up a little from the odor.

Hardy pointed to the corner, "There is a sink, towels and cleaning brushes there, Grace."

Before long Grace fixed the horn to her liking, oiling slides and valves and began to play. Hardy was thrilled by her performance. French horn can be a nasty instrument to play, treacherous and risky, only played by daring people. Her tone and intonation were superb, articulation fine and musical knowledge perfect. He thought, 'I sure wish she had come sooner. Well, maybe I can figure some way to use her.'

"Grace, you play beautifully and I'm very anxious for you to join our music department. I really hope you like it with us, and have a good experience. I'll be talking to you later when I'm sure what to do with you." He laughed kindly, "Don't be alarmed, you are going to do well here."

"Thanks, Mr. Wolfe, see you tomorrow in band."

"Good."

Grace had just left the room and Hardy started to do likewise. Then a mature, attractive woman was in his way. "Hi, do I know you?"

"Mr. Wolfe, I'm Marilyn Wellington, my son is Mark Wellington, alternate to the Dukes of Windsor. And, my practically adopted son, Jack, is in the Dukes." She gave a little smile, but her eyes didn't smile. Her body posture was almost threatening.

"Welcome Mrs. Wellington. I remember you now, and we're very pleased with Mark's work around here. And Jack's too. By the way, Mark makes a beautiful Duchess." He grinned.

"I'm not here for a report on my sons, I'm here to complain about the abuse given my son yesterday by one of your other students."

Marilyn was pissed, and didn't give Hardy an inch of space to talk. She told him exactly what Mark and Jackie had told her, sexual imposition from Eve Gardinerie that he didn't want.

Hardy could tell that Mark's mother was furious, and it sounded rightly so. Eve was obviously seeking to get rid of Mark or, more possibly, trying to split up Mark and Jackie. He wasn't sure what he should do at that point, but he knew he better so something quick.

"Mrs. Wellington, I'll present your complaint to the Dean, Hamish McAllister, and get his reading on it. He will have to interview Mark, but that should be just a formality. I'm am particularly sorry that anything like that should happen here at Windsor, and specially to one of my favorite students. I can't tell you exactly what will happen, that's for the Dean to decide, but I hope you will be satisfied."

Then she smiled at Hardy, loving to look at this handsome, hunky man, wondering if he could be persuaded to come to dinner, bringing his partner, Matt Ridgway, with him.

Hardy explained, "Mrs. Wellington .... "

She gushed, "Oh please, call me Marilyn." She almost simpered. When her real self returned, "Oh, I'm sorry, you were saying ... "

Hardy realized what had happened, she was overcome by his looks and presence, "That's okay, ah .. Marilyn, I was going to say that I will call you when I learn what the Dean thinks."

"Thank you, Mr. Wolfe ... "

"Now, Marilyn, you can call me Hardy if you'd like." He took her arm, "And I'll see you to your car, it's getting late and a little dark." To make conversation on the way outside, "I think you have a fine son," he paused, he looked into her eyes, "and, I believe, a very fine son in law. Is that right?"

She blushed a little, "Yes, but Mark and Jack have been together for years. Jack lives across the street and I've practically adopted him. Jack's parents have given him a hard time for his relationship with Mark. I've tried talking to them, but no go. They refuse to listen." She looked brightly at Hardy, "I just may have to adopt him." She smiled at that, "And I certainly wouldn't mind that at all, except that would be incest, so I better not. Thank you, Hardy, I'll talk to you tomorrow probably," she said expectantly.

"Yes, that's right, as soon as I know anything. We'll have a talk with the girl too."

"Bye" He helped her to her car, making sure she was inside and safe. Although, the Windsor campus had been fortunate to have practically no crime or other incidents of that sort.

"Markie, I don't believe your mother. What got into her? She's usually so sensible and almost introverted, how did she ever get the nerve to come in on us after she told us to get to bed and play, and especially to check the hair on my nipples and even around my asshole." Jack snickered, "I really didn't mind, it just surprise the hell out of me." He still laughed, "Maybe we could just run around naked all the time, suppose she'd like that?"

Mark pressed his naked body against Jack's, hanging on tight. "You've got me, Jackie, I never would have believed she'd do that. Maybe she really likes your ass ... like I do." He grinned into Jack's face, "Turn over, man, I've never checked out the hair in your ass." Jack lay on his stomach and Mark parted his buttocks. "Damn, Jack, you do have a bunch of hair, can hardly see where your hole is."

"I didn't know that, Markie, it's a little difficult to see your own asshole." He patted Mark's buttocks, "Hey, you roll over, I'll check yours." Jack sat up and moved between Mark's legs, up and over his butt, spreading the cheeks with his hands.

"Oh god, Markie, you don't have any hair. Oh, wait a minute, I think I see some just around it." He poked a finger in the crack, touching around the hole. "Give me your hand, I'll see if you can feel any."

Jack grabbed Mark's hand, pointing his fingers in the crack near the hole. "Do you feel any hair?"

Mark moved his fingers up and down the crack with no success finding any hair.

Jack held the glorious mounds of flesh apart and pushed his face into the crack. His tongue pointed at the hole, trying to feel any hair. "Oh, Mark, you have such a cute anus, and it is winking at me. Shall I investigate further, baby?"

Mark's groaning indicated for him to do that, so Jackie slathered the whole crack from perineum to his coccyx, back and forth laying down a layer of saliva. With that he wet down a forefinger that slowly entered Mark's anus, into the moist heat and warmth of Mark's channel of love. He pushed in and pulled out the straight digit, soon adding another finger, then another one. "Markie, may I?" Jack was asking if he could put his cock inside the sheath.

"Of course, lover, I'm waiting for it. Do it!!"

Jack had Mark raise his loins until he could shove a pillow under them. Again, he licked the cleft, pointing to the anus, pushing inside as far as he could, loving the pressure Mark's anus put on his tongue. They'd not anal intercourse before, and Jack had never rimmed him.

Getting to his knees, Jack was extremely excited, his breathing rapid and jerky but he was determined. He dropped a glob of saliva into his palm, coating his stiff cock well. His glans pressed against Mark's anus, gradually cramming a little harder until, after Mark pushed back, his cock slid into easily into the fires of Mark's rear end, boiling in the heat and passion of their loving.

Mark lay with his head resting on his arms, his face to the left where Jackie leaned over to kiss his luscious lips, "Markie, I love you so much, I love being inside you where I can fill you with my seed." He giggled, "I guess I can't make you pregnant, but you can't blame me for trying. You know, later on, we might be able to adopt a baby, wouldn't that be sweet?"

"Sure, honey, wish I could produce one, but I'm all out of any eggs." He chuckled.

He felt Mark's chuckles as his body reacted, jerking with his anus tightening on his cock. "I sure hope your mother doesn't pop in again, I would be terminally embarrassed then."

Jack hugged Mark's body, feeling his hard pecs and tweaking his tender nipples while he still pumped his ramrod into his lover. "I'm getting close, Markie, come with me, will you, we'll shoot together, me up in you where you can protect all those little swimmers. Maybe one will connect."

Jack pumped furiously into Mark as his excitement rose, he was aroused more until the boiling torrent from his testicles poured forth into Mark's cavern. "Take me, Mark." Jack's hand was on Mark's cock, jerking him with renewed effort, bringing him to his climax. They came and soon collapsed to the bed.

"Love," Mark addressed Jack in a low, soft voice, "you have my permission to drag me away if I get near Eve again. And, if she gets near me, you are to sacrifice yourself by getting between us to protect me." Mark chuckled at his partner lovingly, he knew he had really lucked out when Jack fell in love with him.

Two days after that loving scene, the Dean had investigated the situation between Eve and Mark. Eve didn't deny anything and decided to return to Michigan. Not a bad decision since her scholarship had been revoked along with her membership in the Dukes. The Dean reminded Eve that her assault on Mark was an indictable offense that he would forget if she left.

Hardy called Mark into his office. He welcomed him, put an arm around his shoulders and led him to a chair.

"Mark, I'm sorry you were pulled into that incident, but I'd guess you will be well aware of another like it." He smiled at Mark, one of his warmest and really loving smiles. "I am sorry that I still can't put you into the lead Duchess spot on the Dukes. I loved your impersonation of a Duchess a while ago, but I'm afraid we still need a woman. You will still be an alternate. And, if the new Duchess is sick for any reason, you will take over, just not in a dress. Is that okay?"

"That's okay, Hardy," Mark leaned toward him, basking in the warmth of his smile. Mark was thinking it would be easy to fall in love with his director. "Just to be with the group, and maybe perform a few times would be super, a dream of mine. Thanks, Hardy."

"I can tell you that we do have a horn player of the feminine variety to step right in. Her name is Grace Kelly, a virtuoso on the instrument. She transferred from Baldwin-Wallace to Windsor yesterday and will be with the Dukes for the next rehearsal. I gave her the music and asked her to look into it." Hardy did notice mixed feelings in Mark's face, "Just remember, you will be going along on all Dukes trips."

Mark flashed every brilliant white tooth in his mouth while smiling, "Hardy, that's so neat, I appreciate it. Just to be with Jackie is a plus with me." He remembered his wonderful, sexy, amorous loving he got from Jackie just two days ago. He could still feel Jack's big log up his own love channel. Of course, his dick started to grow and grow, bulging his pants right in front of Hardy. He was thinking ahead when he got to investigate Jackie's rear end.

As Mark left, Hardy did notice that Mark had a hard on, and wondered just who that was for, himself or Jackie. He decided that his money would be on Jack. He thought, 'That kid is one of the hottest I've ever seen. And so nice.'

The next day after his last class, Will reached the gymnastics gym early for practice with Junior and Dexter so he looked around at the equipment, including a pommel horse, balance beam, high bar, parallel bar, flying rings, and other stuff lying around along with the required safety mats. When Will last competed at State, he won the all around championship with the best marks in all exercises he'd performed. Of course gymnastics competition had changed since then.

He found a rosin bag to wipe on his hands and made a jump for the flying rings. He honestly was surprised that he made it the first time, and with only the one good leg. He was smiling, happy just to be in that position. He knew he was out of shape, his muscles were screaming, but he decided to at least try. His prosthesis was as heavy as the part missing from his leg. That would keep him in balance more or less.

Will began to review his last exercise on the rings, he pulled himself up so his arms were straight down to the rings. He was balancing himself, still not sure he could pull this off. He lowered himself until his arms were straight out from his shoulders, still holding his body up.

A big smile appeared on Will's face, 'So far so good', he thought. He started swinging until he could float his whole body around 360 degrees back to the same position. Slowly he began to try other more difficult maneuvers. He was primarily afraid of hitting his head with the prosthetic foot - hard as hell.

He must have been exercising a while when he realized he wouldn't be able to do any more, so he slowed and hung straight down from the rings. He was startled to hear lots of applause and turned to view the whole gym. He saw John leading his gymnastics team, clapping for Will.

Will didn't realize he'd exercised for almost fifteen minutes, not much for him when he'd been in shape with two whole legs, but still quite a bit. He knew he was in trouble getting down. He didn't want to break his good leg.

"John, anybody, could somebody catch me, I'd rather not break a leg." He laughed, "I'm in a bit of trouble."

The whole group ran to him, but since John was the tallest, he said he'd catch Will.

"Okay, Will, let go, I'll get you." Coach John was grinning at him, a bit worried, but still amazed that Will could perform as he did.

So Will pulled his legs up and let go of the rings. In a second he was standing on the floor with both legs holding him up.

"Will, that was amazing, man, and with a prosthesis, too. Guys, this is some man here."

All nine gymnasts applauded again, grinning at Will who grinned back at them. "I was being really stupid there to think I could do it. I actually never thought about getting down." Will's arms ached fiercely but he wasn't going to let anyone else know it. All the gymnasts said 'Good going', or 'Way to go, man', or patted him on the back or butt. He turned to see Dexter's hand leaving his rear end.

"You guys are the greatest, thanks." Will patted them, too. He started to pat Dexter on his butt, but decided to save it for later, possibly.

The rest of the time, Will watched Dex and Junior work, Dexter on the rings and Junior on the horizontal bar. They were getting the techniques down, but not smoothly. He asked Junior to hoist him up so he could reach the bar, so Junior grabbed him around the knees, using his legs to get him high enough.

Will tried to show Junior some moves on the bar, not too successfully.

He asked Junior to catch him.

"Damn, you're strong, Junior, where'd you work out?" Will was interested in this guy.

"On the farm, Will." He grinned innocently, not a duplicitous bone in his body. Will loved already the boy in that hunky body, so nice and honest.

"That's great, Junior, but you will need to learn to use your strength more smoothly, more gracefully." He grinned, "I know that word might not seem manly to you, but in gymnastics you have to find that polish and elegance to win." Will put his arm around Junior's shoulders, "I'm sure you will do that, Junior, and before long, too."

"Thanks, Will, I appreciate your words. Will you help Dexter, too, we're pretty close."

Will could have told him he already knew that, but wondered how close they were.

"Sure, I'm going to help him too. Do you guys work together much?"

Junior gave a joyous grin, "On everything." He blushed, but wasn't bashful about it.

"Let's both go help Dexter, it will help to have one on either side."

Will looked at Dexter's moves critically, he noted his muscles weren't as big as Junior's, but were still fine. He might find grace and elegance before Junior. Will's goal was to get both of them ready for their first exhibitions in a couple of months.

They watched Dexter work out, helping him when needed. Actually his dismount was quite good, and Will told him so.

Junior laughed, "Will, he's always been better than me at that." He turned to look Will in his eyes, pressing his thoughts to him, "If you would, I do need help for dismount."

"Yes, we'll work on that as much as anything." He looked at his watch, "Time's up, get your showers. I can take you home, if you'd like" He watched them walk together to the shower, shyly bumping together at times, staying close. Will wondered again how close they were.

He went to talk to Coach John who had been helping the other students.

Will smiled, "Those two are going to be great, John. I've told them they need to be graceful and elegant. I don't think they had thought of that for gymnasts." He smiled again, "Thanks for letting me have them. Anytime you want you can step in, don't mind me." He was so pleased that John had let him go that far. "Just how close do you think Dex and Junior are? And I think you know what I mean."

"Yes, Will, I do, very well. I'll have to say I don't know. I'm fairly sure, but I'm quite a bit older, they may think of me as grandpa. You might have better luck."

"Okay, John. I will call you about coming over. Greg and I have loads of room, quite a house."

John looked at Will strangely, "Do you happen to mean Greg Gooding, little man?" He smiled while asking the question. "The Greg I know is teaching fire science here. Just met him the other day." He gave Will a sneaky smile. "So that's your Greg. How did you ever manage that?"

Will just smiled, "Someday I just may tell you, but don't hold your breath." He noticed that Dex and Junior were coming from the locker room. "I promised Dex and Junior I'd give them a ride home. Do they live close?"

"Junior lives on a farm and I think Dex lives at the same place, not quite sure how."

Will patted John on the back, "If I ever find out, I'll let you know."

Will, the assistant coach, said, "Ready?"

They followed Will out to his new car, being envious as hell.

"Would you guys sit in the back, I gotta pick up a friend."

"Is this yours, Will? It's hot."

"Yup, just got it last week."

"We think it's kewl, really, really, kewl." The two students chuckled, "Geez, you must be made of money."

"No, guys, I just got some money from the insurance company after I hurt my leg."

Will picked up Mike who was waiting at the History Building.

"Hi, man, I see you picked up some more friends." Mike was considering these other guys, they looked hot to him.

"Yeah, I'll drop you off later." He introduced Mike to Dexter and Junior. "Hi."

After Will asked them where he should go, explaining he'd only been living inWindsor three weeks. It didn't take long to find out they lived in the farm behind Will's house, a few hundreds of yards away.

"See that house over there on highway, that's where I live with my cousin."

Junior smiled and hinted, "We'll be over to see you and your cousin. If that's all right."

"Sure, guys, just let me know when you are coming. See you tomorrow."

Will and Mike watched as they walked side by side to another farm house not in great shape, but not bad. He would have to tell Greg all about them, and what he'd done that day.

"Man, Will, they are terminally cute - how'd you get with them."

"Well, Mikey, I'm now the Assistant Gymnastics coach as of today."

"That's great, Will, so you are coaching them."

"Just these two, Mike, they are the best."

Mike smiled, "Go for it, Willie," Mike poked Will in the ribs, teasing him.

"You mean you really got on the flying rings?" Greg couldn't believe what Will had just said. "Are you crazy? Baby, you could have really gotten hurt." Greg was really upset, "Oh, baby, I can't believe you did it." Greg's eyes were filling with tears, he brought Will into a frightened hug, closing his arms around Will. "Oh, baby."

"Greg, what is the matter, I wasn't hurt, I wasn't going to get hurt." He tried to get away from Greg, "The guys were there, they would have helped me if I'd been in trouble. In fact John helped me down off the rings, when I didn't want to just fall."

Greg lay down on the couch with Will still in his arms and on top. "Will, love, you scared the hell out of me. You know how much I love you, I don't want you damaged. If you had hurt your good leg, you'd really be in difficulties."

Will then felt like a shit that he'd upset Greg so bad. "G-G, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you. Please believe me. I felt so good today, my arms and back and all over, it just felt so good." Will held Greg's face with both hands and kissed his lips, tears in his eyes, too. "I'm sorry, Greg, I guess I wasn't thinking right. It felt so good to hang from those rings again. I think I was trying to go back. I won't do it again, babe."

Greg kissed back, "I was afraid you might feel that way, Will. Will you do this for me? If you try it again, please be sure someone is with you all the time who can help. Okay?"

Will felt totally subdued, and guilty. "Yes, Greg, I will do that. But I would like to get back in shape if I can without trouble. And, I think it might help my dancing, maybe."

"Lover, I will help you with your dancing. My middle name is Fred, you know."

Will giggled, poked Greg and said, "I know what your middle name is, and it isn't Fred."

The two men stayed on the couch, on their sides, caressing and kissing all the while, not worried about any problems. The couch had been one of their new purchases since the move. It was much better that Greg's old one that he'd borrowed from his father a few years before. The new one was all leather, a deep, red-brown color, and very squishy, therefore comfortable.

"Greg?"

"Yes, Will."

"Could we get a hot tub soon?"

Greg sighed. "Where would we put it, they are pretty big?"

"But the Ridgway's have one in their ...."

Greg spoke quietly, calmly. "They are rich, lover."

Will looked downcast and sad,, then brightened, "Why not of the back porch? Maybe we could close the porch in with siding?"

Greg held Will's face with both hands, kissing his lips lightly and quickly. "Okay, babe, I'll think about how we could do that. Had you seen any hot tubs to know how much they are?"

Will looked fierce, "Greg, we have loads of money. We could buy it." He was excited.

Greg sat up on the couch and pulled Will on his lap. "Honey, when did they say you could get a new leg?" He gazed seriously into Will's eyes.

Will thought, "I think in a few months." Will hadn't thought about a new leg coming up.

"Yes, and how much will it cost?"

As his face reddened, Will stuttered. "Well, .... ah ..... uh ... er I don't remember, Greg."

"Ya know, hon, I've heard of the new prostheses that are wonderful. They include a computer that will learn nuances of an individuals movements and adjust itself. They have a control module made up of sensors, computer chip and software that will react immediately to changes in the wearers gait so there's less strain on hips and backs." Greg pulled Will's body tight to his own. "Didn't I hear something about maybe $100,000 or more?"

Tears filled Will's eyes are soon overflowed, "Oh, Greg, I know, but .... but ... bu .... I will have enough, won't I?" Will grabbed Greg's neck and shoulders, burying his face between the two. In a soft, child-like voice, Will whispered in Greg's ear, "I'll work for it, G-G, as hard as I can. Please, G-G, let me get one."

"Well," Greg started, "It's your ....."

"No, Greg, it's OUR money, not mine. I thought we'd agreed on that. I can't get one unless you want it, too."

Greg could still feel wet around his neck, knowing that Will was upset, but didn't really know what he should do.

"I have an idea, Will, let's investigate how much the new leg would cost. Then we can plan what to get. Wouldn't a new leg be more useful, babe? Might make your dancing more possible."

Will tore himself away from Greg. "I don't care. Maybe I'll just go buy one." He was seething, not happy with his lover at that moment.

"Will, come back, please. Let's talk about this some more." Greg wasn't too worried, sometimes Will didn't show the maturity he should have had.

Will limped to the front door and opened it. Greg called to him. "Will, wait please, let's talk about it."

Will slammed the door, hobbling down the steps to his new car. Within two minutes he was driving out to the main road. Greg hadn't gotten up, but could tell by the various motor sounds just what Will was doing. He also recognized that he turned north toward Windsor.

Greg was trying to decide what he should do, race after Will, wait until he came home, or head to the nearest hot tub store. Finally, Greg picked up his keys and jacket. Within a few minutes he was driving his pickup into Windsor. He hoped to find Will quickly.

As was their usual design, Matt and Hardy spent an hour or so together in the den, going over their experiences of that day's routine, sometimes not so routine.

Hardy had been explaining to Matt how well the Duchess mess had turned out. He felt that he was, against all odds, so lucky to have a female french horn player transfer to Windsor just in time. And that performer, Grace Kelly, was a natural, a virtuoso on the instrument who honestly had no idea how great she was. Hardy was pleased to give her his opinion of her abilities. When he told her, he was sure she didn't believe him.

Hardy and Matt were again lying on the leather sofa in their den, having a glass of wine before dinner. Matt was lying on his back and Hardy lay on his left side, his body tight with Matt. Hardy's right arm enclosed Matt's chest while his fingers caressed Matt's side. Each man was recovering from a difficult day, though confronting different problems for each. Matt's problem was a female instructor who left her class after telling her students she wouldn't be back. The woman was pregnant, unmarried and didn't seem likely to look for a husband.

Her preparations before leaving did not include informing her employers of her imminent departure. No one knew ahead of time or she would have been stopped. Matt was informed by two of the students in her harmony class, Mike Monahan and Mark Wellington, who stopped at his office to ask about their teacher.

"So, Hardy, I had no warning, and, I have no substitute for her classes. Guess I'll have to step in and take over. None of them coincide with the band rehearsal at noon ..... ." Matt's words trickled off. "Hey, man, how about going with me to her apartment. She might be still there."

Hardy agreed swiftly with Matt's plan, he was ready. Matt told his mother-in-law they would be back soon. Taking Matt's van, they drove the short way to Windsor and found East Maple Street, number 873, apartment 6. Matt's knuckles rapped on the door since they found no bell push by the door. No sound. Again Matt knocked more loudly, hoping to find her home. But, no answer.

Hardy, on a whim, tried the door handle and learned it wasn't locked, it opened to his touch. He looked at Matt, questioning if they should go in.

"I guess we might as well, better not touch anything, though, just in case."

The small apartment had a living room/kitchen together, a bath and finally, one bedroom. The livingroom looked normal, no sign of packing or leaving. When they entered the bedroom, both of them gasped, shocked at their view. The teacher, Ann Broder, was lying in her bed, spread pulled up under her arms that lay on top. It looked at first as if some scenic director had posed her, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her face calm, though pale. Neither man moved for a minute or so, hardly breathing, themselves also pale.

Matt spoke, "Hardy, we better check her out, I haven't noticed any breathing on her part."

Hardy moved to the bedside, took her right wrist in his fingers to concentrate on looking for a pulse. He slowly shook his head, then felt for a pulse in her carotid artery on the right side.

"No pulse, Matt, but you can check too if you want."

"No need, Wolfie, you know what you are doing. You have any ideas?"

"I'd say she was a young healthy woman, not likely to die any time soon. But she has." When Hardy had lifted her arm, he felt no resistance of rigor mortis or stiffness. "There is no rigor, Matt, so she's been dead a while."

By that time Matt had pulled out his cell phone and pushed the speed button for Lieutenant Reardon's cell phone. Wherever he was, it would reach him.

"Reardon." Not a pleasant voice from Les.

"Where are you Les?" Matt wanted to know if he was available.

"No, you first, where are you, and probably Hardy." Les wasn't being helpful.

"Well, Les, we're in a bedroom with the body of a young teacher at school. We are 99% sure she is dead. But, you might want to check."

"Damn it, Matt, you're in trouble again. What am I going to do with you? Always bothering me."

"Geez, Les, the last time we got you some robbers, vicious criminals."

"Yes, you and your army of misfits. All right, where are you?"

Matt gave him all the details of their location, "We'll be here waiting, Les, AND we won't touch anything."

"So you think it's a crime scene?" Les was not believing the guys, but went along with it.

"That's how I would bet." Matt felt that Les wasn't sure they knew what they were doing.

"Don't move until I get there. Maybe half an hour. I was busy."

The time of Lieutenant Reardon's arrival was hardly 15 minutes later.

"Okay, you two amateur detectives, tell me where you went when you came in. And, how did you get in."

That was easy for Matt and Hardy, they did so little, telling him the door was unlocked.

"And, what all did you touch?"

"Well, Hardy touched her right wrist and neck. Other than that, we touched nothing except the door knob."

"Now, who is she?"

"Her name is Ann Broder, she was an instructor in the Music Department until today when she told the students that she wouldn't be back and left the room. That was early this morning, about eight hours ago. I didn't find out until later in the day when some students of hers stopped in at my office."

Les started more questions, somewhat calmed down, "How soon can you get me some pertinent facts about her, home town, relatives, age, and so on."

Matt thought, "I think I have that information in my office that I can get right away. That soon enough?"

Les Reardon gave Matt a foul look for his snide comment. "Sooner would be better."

Within fifteen minutes Matt was back with all the information he had about her. "She had just started teaching here this fall, so I don't know much about her, like friends or dates."

"Matt, the medical examiner is here so we'll know something soon."

Before Matt and Hardy left, they learned that she'd been dead about 10 hours, and she had been moved to the bed after she died. Les was still considering suicide, though since she had been moved, he wasn't sure about that.

"Talk to you guys later, your good deed has been done, you can go home."

Matt and Hardy were used to Les Reardon's crusty attitude with them, but they did appreciate his investigative techniques, agreed he was a fine policeman.

Greg reached Windsor and headed toward the only hot tub store he knew in the city. He parked in front, but didn't see Will's SUV. He thought, 'I'd better check this out.'

"Hi, can I help you?"

Greg smiled, "I hope so. Was there a young man with a limp in here a few minutes ago?"

"Yes, there was one in here, looking at the different hot tubs, mainly looking at prices, I believe."

The young salesman was cute, Greg thought, quite attractive.

"Could you tell me how long ago he left?" Greg smiled, "I need to catch up with him."

"I suppose 20 minutes ago, about that."

"Thanks." Greg walked back out to his truck. He had a hunch.

He drove through the city to the residence of Dean McAllister on the hill. As he figured, Will's SUV was parked in the drive. Will had been driving Mike Monahan, Hamish's adopted son, to school for a couple weeks. Greg reckoned they had become good friends by that time.

He pushed the buzzer by the huge front door. He was very impressed with the mansion, large but well designed, lots of curb appeal though it sure didn't need curb appeal to look super.

The door opened, "Hi, Greg, come on in. Neither Mike nor Moose are here, so Will and I've been talking. I have to admit you have a wonderful boy there, Greg. He's so well cultured and most polite."

The two men entered the living room where Will sat on one end of the large couch. He didn't look happy and hadn't noticed Greg coming toward him. He finally marked Greg's arrival and immediately turn crimson, but was frozen in place.

"Greg, I'll get something to drink for you." Hamish disappeared into the kitchen as Greg closed with Will, holding out his arms. Will shot up and wrapped his arms around Greg.

"Oh, Greg, I'm sorry, that was so stupid of me. I ... I ... can't .... underst..."

"It's okay, Willie, no problem. You know I love you more than anything. I'm sorry I wasn't much help, I guess, when I should have been."

Greg knew that Will was dripping tears on his chest, dampening his knit shirt.

"Go ahead, love, I was just a little worried about you, praying that you would be safe."

Will groaned, "I'm so sorry, babe, I love you so much. Thanks for coming to find me."

Hamish McAllister reentered the living room with some pop for each of them. He had made a strategic withdrawal from what he figured must have been a lover's tiff.

Everyone was all smiles then, including Will. Hamish had been worried about him and would have called Greg soon. He should have known Greg would find him. They all sat down on the couch with a can of pop in their hands.

"Did Will tell you what we'd been talking about before he left?"

"No, not really, but I assumed just a little difference of opinion."

Greg took time, with Will practically in his lap, to tell Hamish the whole story.,. about all of Will's money and his needs too, especially the new prosthesis that would be needed before long.

"Hamish, I've never been in a hot tub or Jacuzzi in my life. I suppose there is a lot about them that I'm unaware of."

Hamish was incredulous, "You've never been in one?"

"Nope."

"Well, I can fix that. In this house we have a Jacuzzi, all warmed up for Mike and Moose when they got home. But, they called a while ago that they would be late. So, guys, I want you two to take the plunge and try it." Hamish smiled warmly for them, he realized that their relationship was still very new, hadn't solidified. The ten years of age difference would make a difference, too. He loved these two men.

"Oh, Hamish, we couldn't do that. We don't have suits with us or anything."

Hamish stood up, "What do you think people wear in a Jacuzzi? They wear nothing. There are plenty of towels in the room and places to hang your clothes. You can also lock the door in case Mike and Moose come home early and decide to bathe." He smiled again, "Probably that would be a good idea." He turned to Will and Greg, "Come on, guys, I'll show you where it is hiding."

While they followed Hamish to the hot tub, Will's Little Willy was getting excited fast, to be naked with Greg in the Jacuzzi would be hotter than the water. And, if they didn't lock the door, Mike and Moose might come in too. He smiled hopefully to himself. He loved those guys.

Hamish took them through the kitchen to a small door set in the far corner. He opened it, flicked the lights on and let them enter. They were amazed with the room, four feet of beautiful blue tiling on the walls and all over the floor with a silver drain in the center. The Jacuzzi, a big hot tub sat at the far end with more of the tile along the sides and surfaces.

Hamish pointed to built in cabinets along one wall, dark wooden doors and shelves taking up most of one side. "Here, in these cabinets are towels and robes as you prefer. You will be able to lay your clothes on the counter, or hang them up on the hooks." He pointed to the other end of the room, "Here is a shower to rinse off before and after your bath." They saw a glass enclosed two man shower in the corner. "Now, my friends, you get to it and enjoy. I'll be fixing a little snack for when you are finished. I always do that for Mike and Moose in the evening." Hamish grinned at them and dashed out the door.

Will and Greg looked at each other, not quite sure just what to do. They investigated the hot tub, the blue water, bubbles rising from the inputs and the seat all around under the water. By the time Greg turned around to see what Will thought, he found his lover undressed down to his shorts. Will thought of reminded Greg to lock the door, but, he hesitated, it might be more fun if he doesn't lock it. He smiled to himself.

"Greg, you're going to have to help me get over there when I take off my leg. Okay?"

Greg lifted Will high enough to set him on the tiled counter where he carefully took off Will's leg then his undershorts. He put one arm around Will's chest, lifted and slid his shorts off his legs. While he had Will in off the counter, he couldn't resist caressing his buttocks, those beautiful bubbled mounds of solid flesh. Will grabbed Greg around his neck, holding on tight as he kissed his lover on the lips. Greg let one long finger slide deep in Will's cleft, tantalizing him, causing his body to shiver with erotic excitement.

Greg smiled lovingly and let Will sit again. Greg had his clothes off in less that a minute, ruffling his soft cock and balls with one hand while he laid the clothes down carefully. Picking Will up again, under his arms and knees, he carried his loving man to the tub.

As he held Will over the hot water, "Will, reach down to see how hot it is. I don't want to burn you."

Will did that and told Greg to let him down slowly.

The feeling of the warm water rising up his body was so soothing, relaxing to him.

"Come on in, Greg, it's great, so neat."

Neither one had thrown a hard one until they both sat on the tiles under water. Sitting right beside Greg, Will rested his arms on the rim, lifted himself until he could swing over to sit on Greg's lap.

Greg couldn't help watching Will's fantastic body move with such ease, his closely defined muscles working so smoothly. He was amazed as usual watching Will's musculature, it was so arousing, so attracting of his attention. When Will sat on his lap, Greg grabbed him with both arms, caressing him, feeling his own cock erecting its considerable mass of sensitive flesh to a dark red/purple swollen glans on the tip.

Will couldn't help forcing his tongue into Greg's mouth where it fought for supremacy with his lover's tongue, worshiping him so desperately.

"Greg, I'm so sorry I took off. I guess I'm not as mature as I thought. I promise I won't ever do that again." He grinned, "You have my permission to whip my butt if I do."

Greg smiled warmly, "I don't think I could ever do that, my Will. Well, maybe a love tap." He chuckled while nuzzling and caressing Will all over.

The two young men clutched the other's hard body, exalting in the nerve sensations caused by their excitement. Both hard cocks were at full assertion. They were enjoying the bubbles surrounding their bodies, warm and tickling, delighting both men.

Greg grabbed Will's six-incher, caressing it, sliding the skin along the length, pressing with his thumb on the head, feeling that the pre-cum was oozing on the glans even under water. He whispered into Will's ear, "Willie, I need this piece of yours well inside me, I need the intimate connection with you, please." He kissed his cousin, his loving cousin, and felt the buzzing in his head.

Greg decided the Jacuzzi was the greatest, he hadn't been as excited in quite a while as he was then. Just being in the warm water with Will had aroused him to electric shocks all over. And, having Will on his lap, rubbing Will's six-incher was glorious, so sexy and erotic.

"Will, I'd wish you'd sit on my cock, please." He kissed Will on his forehead, his nose and eyes, cheeks and lips, opening his mouth enough to suck in Will's lips and tongue. His hands were strongly caressing Will's cute buttocks, those pert and brazen globes of soft skin and hard, hard muscles. If he were to lose Will, he could never find a better lover, ever. He wouldn't look.

Greg lifted Will above his vertical hard cock and began to slowly let him drop toward it. When the blunt head pressed on his anus, Will pushed to open his sphincter and accept this hard evidence of Greg's love into his love chute. Very gradually Greg let Will slip lower, feeling his anus and sphincter grip his cock with the grasp of the tightest mouth. After his poker had been totally welcomed into Will's chute, his own pubes pressed on Will's balls and perineum.

Suddenly Greg wanted to be standing, shoving his love into Will, so he stood, telling Will to hold on to the rim of the hot tub. Will worked it out, standing on his only full leg, but steading himself with his partial leg resting on the seating, humping back at Greg, forcing Greg's cock even deeper into his body. Greg was partly holding Will in that position, but also was able to grab Will's cock to spread his precum all over the shaft and head.

"Oh, god, Greg, you are giving me your body and your life, hold me tight, I need you so bad, man, I love you.

"Willie, you are my body and now my soul, I'll love you forever."

Greg was feeling the sensations of Will's anus, sphincter and the soft, moist flesh of his rectum. He was having difficulty absorbing all the miracles of Will's insides against him. He was thrusting against Will, pulling him to his body and laid his chest on Will's back, while still poking with his loins, sending his cock smashing through Will's defenses, already well breached.

"G-g, I'm coming, I'm coming, keep kneading me." He chuckled, "Take that any way you want."

Greg was at his limit, the pressures in his groin building up, ready to explode and send his sperm crashing through his pulsing cock into Will's ass. Will's seed had accomplished the same route, ramming along Will's urethra to eject from his piss slit, splashing in the warm water below them. Will reached behind him to clutch Greg's butt, pulling him further inside his rectum, feeling Greg cock throbbing yet, pumping his seed into Will.

Suddenly the Jacuzzi room door crashing open, banging back onto the wall behind it. Mike and Moose dashed into the room, Mike chasing Moose to the Jacuzzi. Will and Greg were frozen in place, Greg's hard rod still inside Will's bottom.

"Oh my god." That was Moose yelling to get Mike's attention. "Stop Mikey, stop."

Greg and Will could only stare at these hot young men.

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