David and Jonathan
 by: Hankster

© 2008 by the author

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Chapter 1

David was born at 2:15 AM on January 4^th during the worst snow storm New York City had seen in four decades.  His mother died in childbirth at 2:20 AM, and David’s twin, Jonathan, was taken from her lifeless body at 2:22 AM.  David weighed 5 pounds, 5 ounces and Jonathan weighed 5 pounds, 10 ounces.  David was 17 inches long and Jonathan was 18 inches long. The doctor, who examined them before they were taken to the nursery declared them to be fine, healthy baby boys.  Their mother Janet had been hemorrhaging internally for several days and was totally unaware of it until she fainted and was rushed to the hospital just a few hours ago.

The ambulance went off the road twice in the blinding snow.  The second time they could not get the vehicle to continue on and the paramedics had to wait for another ambulance to arrive.  Janet finally was admitted to the hospital two hours after she had been placed in the ambulance.

Her husband Clayton had been at his Uncle Stephen’s house while all this was going on.  Mindy, Clayton’s and Janet’s maid, could not remember Stephen’s land phone number but she knew Clayton Caldwell’s cell phone number, which she gave to the paramedics.  They tried several times to reach him, but the phone was not turned on. 

Clay and Steve were business partners.  They ran a small, but successful investment firm, which accepted no accounts below $5,000,000.  Things were too hectic at the office for them to have a chance to discuss important business matters at work, so they met several times a week at Steve’s apartment.

Clay finally looked out the window and saw how snow blinded the streets were.  He called home from Steve’s land phone to tell Janet that he was going to spend the night at his uncle’s apartment.  He didn’t think any cabs were even running.

Mindy answered the phone and sounded distraught.  She told him that Janet had fainted, although she did not appear to be in labor.  She called 911 and they had taken her to Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. 

Clay and Steve rushed out of the apartment, and as luck would have it they saw a police car chugging up the street.  They hailed down the car, told them what was up, and the police were kind enough to drive them to the hospital.  They rushed to the reception area and were told to please wait, and the doctor would be out to see them in a minute.

In a short time a kindly looking doctor, about fifty years old, joined them in the waiting area.  He explained that their regular obstetrician was unable to get to the hospital because of the weather, and that he was the specialist on duty this night.  He then told Clay, as sympathetically as he could, that Janet had died.  Apparently she had been bleeding internally for several days and was just too weak to make it through the delivery.  The first boy had been delivered normally, but the second was taken from her seconds after she passed.  He assured Clay that the twins were just fine, and he could see them any time he wanted to.

“Now, please,” Clay told him.

The doctor expected some sobbing or shock when he delivered the news of Janet’s death, but Clay was without emotion.  The doctor could not tell what he was feeling.  Clay explained that Steve was his uncle.  That surprised the doctor, but he led both men to the nursery.

They viewed the sleeping, very angelic twins, and still neither of them had so much as a tear in their eyes.

“Dr. Gibbons,” Clay read the doctor’s name on his ID badge.  “May I ask you something, please?  I will be glad to pay for it, if the hospital could keep the twins for a few extra days over what my insurance allows?  I need the time to make funeral arrangements, to equip my home for the twins and to find a suitable nurse or nanny.”

“I’ll see what I can do to arrange it for you. Give me your telephone number and I’ll call you in the morning.  In the meantime where would you like your wife’s remains to be taken?”

“My God,” Clay moaned.  “I hadn’t thought that far.  I guess Fairlawn would be OK.  They’re in this neighborhood.”

“I’ll see that they are called, but I need you to sign a few papers and then you can go home and get some rest.”

After the business was concluded, Clay and Steve went out into the winter storm.  They could not see a single vehicle on the street.  Clay lived just three streets away so they decided to trudge their way to his apartment.  It was slow going and the snow hit their faces like pellets.  They finally got there, and let themselves in.  The doorman was long gone.  Clay unlocked his apartment door and found a note from Mindy.  She was going to take the subway home and would be there in the morning. She requested that Clay please call her in the morning to tell her if she was needed, since the weather was so bad.

The two men removed their heavy outer garments.  Clay said, “I’ll make a pot of hot coffee.  We’ll be alone tonight.” 

“Coffee would go good right now,” Steve agreed.  He followed Clay into the kitchen.  As Clay was filling the coffee canister with water, Steve came up behind him, put his left arm around his nephew’s shoulder and with his right hand he began to massage Clay’s cock, which grew fatter and larger in seconds.  Clay turned around and the two men kissed.  When their lips parted their tongues met and caressed each other sensuously.  Their hands groped each other’s packages and they moaned almost silently at the  pleasure of it all.

******

Clay’s grandfather, Leonard, was the patriarch of the firm of Caldwell Investments, Inc.  Clay’s grandmother, Eleanor was the light of his life.  He just simply worshiped her, and was totally devastated when she died of brain cancer in her thirty eighth year. Leonard mourned for several years and devoted himself to raising Clay’s father, Bernard.  When Bernard was about seventeen, Leonard remarried a much younger woman.  The marriage lasted less than two years and left Roslyn a very wealthy woman.  He remained a bachelor until just about the time Bernard had ensconced himself in the business, and married a lovely young woman he had met in college, Madeleine. 

Then Leonard met Julie.  She was much younger than Leonard, but at fifty two he was far from being put out to pasture.  He was still handsome, lean and strong.  They were truly and madly in love.  After six months of marriage they announced that Julie was pregnant.  About a month later Maddie announced that she was expecting too.  The family was overjoyed and the two women were constantly together making plans.  Stephen was born on a beautiful April morning and Clayton was born three weeks later.

It is never wise to become complacent when life seems idyllic.  When Clay was eight and a half years old, his parents left him with papa and nana and went to Europe for their tenth anniversary.  The plane went down in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, leaving Clay to permanently live with his grandparents and his uncle.  It also meant that Leonard, who was semi retired, had to actively participate in the business again.  All their lives were shattered and needed to be restored and healed.

****** 

After Clay and Steve had a cup of coffee, they went to Clay’s bedroom.  There they undressed, letting their clothes fall unattended to the floor.  They faced each other, embraced and began to kiss.  Each found the other’s love machine and began to stroke it gently.  After a little while, Clay said, “Let’s shower and go to bed.”

They played some more in the shower, but once in the bedroom, things became serious.  Clay reached into his night stand and took out a tube of lubricant.  He placed it on the stand within easy reach.  Then he and Steve got into a sixty-nine position and absorbed each other’s cocks greedily.  They played like that as long as they could without cumming.  Finally Clay rolled over on his back and raised his legs.  Steve pounced down and hungrily began to suck Clay’s compliant crack.  His tongue darted in and out until Clay thought he would go crazy.  He reached over, got the lube, and handed it to Steve, who generously greased Clay’s opening, reaching in with his finger as far as he could.  He then greased his cock, placed it at Clay’s waiting hole and entered very slowly.  He slid in easily, in part due to the lubrication and in part due to years of practice. The two men pumped rhythmically.  Steve’s cock kept grazing Clay’s prostate, and Clay was screaming in agonizing pleasure.  “I’m cumming, babe,” he shouted.

“Good,” Steve answered.  The lovers came together.  Steve’s cum flew high up Clay’s ass, and Clay’s cum squished between them.  The two men ravishly ate as much of Clay’s cum as they could get in their mouths, and then kissed.

“I owe you one,” Clay said as he rolled over and they both fell asleep.

******

When Leonard received the news of his son’s death, he and Julie screamed in disbelief.  They clung to each other offering as much comfort as they could.  It was a Saturday afternoon and the two boys were playing in the den, which housed hundreds of toys and games.  They came running to see what all the noise was about.

Poor Leonard didn’t have a clue how to tell such young lads that one had lost his parents and the other a beloved brother and sister-in-law.  Josie was no help.  She just crawled up into an oversized chair and sobbed hard bitter tears.

Leonard decided to be forthright.  That was his way.  He sat down on the sofa and called the boys to him.  He placed one on each knee, and hugged them tightly, “There has been a terrible accident,” he started to say, but stopped abruptly as he felt both boys shudder.  He waited a moment, and looked at Clay.  “Your mommy and daddy were in that accident and God has taken them to heaven.  I’m afraid, my darling son, that we will not see them again until we ourselves are called to heaven.”

Clay sat motionless, but Steve began to scream.  “You mean Bernie and Maddie are dead?  No, no, you’re lying.  It can’t be.”  He sobbed in great gasping spasms, trying to catch his breath.  All Leonard could do was to hug them tightly.

There were no bodies and no funerals.  This did not help with closure, so Leonard arranged a memorial service at his church the following Sunday afternoon after regular services were over.  During the service the two young boys clung together as if they feared losing each other as well.  After the service there was a lavish spread at their house.  By the time everyone left and Julie and the maid got everything cleaned up, put away and ship shape, it was time for the boys to go to bed.  They hadn’t been to school all week, and they would be returning tomorrow.  They attended an expensive, private prep school, conveniently located walking distance from their town house.

Julie insisted that they both go to bed.  It had been a hard week and tomorrow would be an even tougher day.  The boys had separate rooms connected by a common bathroom.  They did their evening toilet things and each went to bed.

After a half hour, neither had fallen asleep. Steve heard the bathroom door open.  There stood Clay in his jockey shorts.  “Can I sleep with you tonight, Stevie?  I don’t want to be alone.”

Steve answered by throwing back his covers and inviting him into his bed.  Clay jumped in and Steve restored the covers.  Clay got as close to Steve as possible and wrapped his arms around him.  They both felt so good, so safe.  They really weren’t doing anything intentionally sexual, but their tiny cocks started to rub each other within their jockeys.  It was the first time they had ever been sexual.  They had laughed at each other’s morning woodies in the bathroom, but had never touched or acted on any desires.

Steve spoke first.  “This feels so good.  Let’s take off our underwear.”  Clay was pleased to comply.  Now they rubbed their cocks together without constriction.  Both boys were getting harder and harder.  Something was happening to them, but they didn’t know what.  All they knew was that a strange and wonderful sensation was growing in their loins.  If they had been able to speak they would have compared notes.  Within seconds of each other both boys experienced their first orgasm.  Neither could move.  They just pressed harder against each other.

“What happened?” Clay wanted to know.  Steve was three weeks older so he figured he should know everything.

“I don’t know,” Steve answered but it sure felt good.  Clay had cum dry but Steve felt a little sticky.  He reached down and felt a minute amount of cum on the head of his penis.

“Wow,” he said to Clay,” feel this.”  Clay put his fingers on Steve’s cockhead.  He felt the sticky substance and involuntarily spread it all over the rest of Steve’s cock.  He kept rubbing the stuff on Steve’s enlarging woodie, and all of a sudden Steve began to moan.

“Are you all right?” Clay asked.

“Yes, yes,” Steve answered desperately.  “Please, please don’t stop what you are doing.”  Then another little scream and he came again.

******

In the morning, the snow had stopped and the sun was shining.  The city was digging out, and the sun was helping to melt the snow.  The first thing Clay did after he and Steve showered off all their love juices and got ready for the day was to call Mindy.  “I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said to her.  Then he told her the bad news.  Mindy began to scream.  Her grief was evident.  I’m coming right over,” she said.  “You are going to need lots of help, and I’m here for you.  No objections, you hear?” 

Mindy had been with them since the day he and Janet came back from their honeymoon.  When they entertained she often stayed overnight in the maid’s room.  She was a phenomenal women and Clay admired her immensely.  She was African American, in her mid fifties, who had two grown sons with families of their own.  Her husband supported the family running his own little grocery, which featured ethnic soul food, and was really popular in their neighborhood.  When her sons were still quite young, her husband was killed in a robbery.  The killers got away with a mere $13.00.

Mindy continued to run the store and instilled in her sons a moral ethic, and a love of education.  Her elder son, John, won a football scholarship to Yale, where he was a pre-med student.  He had a 4.0 average, starred for the football team and was accepted by every medical school he applied to on a full scholarship.  He chose Harvard and he was now a surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital.

Her younger boy, Matthew was accepted to Harvard on a full academic scholarship, and then went on to the Wharton school where he earned an MBA, and was now a high up executive with General Electric in upstate New York.  Once the boys were on their own, they made her sell the store.  Every day they lived in fear that she too would become a victim like their dad.

Not one to sit idly, she answered Janet’s ad, and when she came for the interview it was instant chemistry.  In a very short time she was one of the family.

This morning she rushed into the apartment with a suitcase. Obviously she wasn’t going any where.  She ran to Clay and hugged him, as she began to sob.  He hugged her back.  Then she saw Steve and said, “Oh Mr. Caldwell, I’m so glad he wasn’t alone last night.  Let me make you both breakfast and then we’ll make plans.”

Mindy had taken over, and they were both relieved.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/13/08