David and Jonathan by Hankster

David and Jonathan
by: Hankster

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Chapter 2

Clay, Steve and Mindy sat down at the kitchen table to plan out all the things that needed doing. Mindy had a legal pad in front of her and a pen that was poised. Before they could get going, Clay received a phone call from Dr. Gibbons. The doctor told him that the hospital would be willing to keep the babies for up to two weeks at his expense. They wanted him to come in within forty eight hours (when his insurance coverage ended) to sign a contract. Clay said that he hoped to have the twins out sooner, but he would come by to sign the documents before the twenty four hours were up.

He had barely hung up the phone when it rang again. This time it was the Fairlawn Funeral Home. They needed for him to make an appointment regarding the arrangements for his wife’s funeral. He made an appointment for right after lunch today. He also reckoned he could go from there to the hospital and take care of the contract. At the same time, he hoped to visit with the twins for a bit.

“Let’s get on with it,” Mindy said very business like. “OK, you’ve pretty much filled up today so let’s start planning tomorrow. Before we do,” she just had a terrible thought, “have you called Janet’s parents yet?”

“Oh my God,” Clay wailed. He had forgotten all about them. They live in LA and I’m sure they will want to come at once.” He looked pleadingly at Steve and Mindy. “I can’t make that call,” he said emphatically.

“Give me their number,” Steve offered. “I’ll do it.”

He took their number and went upstairs to Clay’s bedroom for privacy. Everyone had forgotten that it was a little after 6 AM on the west coast, and his call roused Janet’s parents from a deep sleep. Mindy and Clay could hear muffled conversation coming from the bedroom.

“They’ll be here on the first plane they can get out,” Steve told them when he returned to the kitchen. “They are pretty broken up.” Clay really liked his in laws and he started to cry, thinking how devastating a loss this was for them. At the same time, he was certain the twins would help console them a little. Steve said that next he needed to call their office and let the staff know what was going on.

“Where have you been,” his and Clay’s assistant, Amy, wanted to know. He filled her in and she gasped in total disbelief.

“You’ve got our cell phone numbers if you need us, but please try to keep things going. Neither of us will be in for a few days. I can’t leave Clay alone right now. As soon as the funeral arrangements are made, I’ll let you know what’s what.” Then Steve focused back on Mindy.

“Now,” Mindy said, “I can take care of both the house and the kids when they get a little older, but for the first three months, or until the boys sleep through the night, we’ll need to have a nurse.” She went to the phone and paged her son at Mount Sinai. It was a while before Dr. John Jackson answered his page, and he was surprised to hear from his mother. She never called him at work. He told her that she was lucky to get him. Because of the weather, two surgeries scheduled for this morning had been postponed. She told him about Janet and the twins and how she would need nursing assistance for the immediate future. After she hung up, she told Clay that John had two top notch nurses in mind and after he contacted them, one of them would be calling for an interview. What a relief that was.

Clay’s brownstone consisted of three floors. The lowest level was actually ground level. Half of it had been finished into a children’s playroom. The other half was a real basement, housing a furnace, hot water heater and actual storage space. The next level up could be reached from the basement or the front entrance. It contained a large foyer with a powder room, a living room, dining room, eat in kitchen, and a maid’s room with a bathroom. The top level contained three bedrooms. There was a full bathroom in the hallway and another full bathroom in the master bedroom.

Janet had furnished their third bedroom for the two boys she was expecting. There were two cribs, two bassinets, two layettes, two rocking chairs for feeding, etc. so there was little to do as far as the need to shop for baby furniture. Mindy said that when the hospital released the boys, they would give them the formula for their first few days, but a visit to a pediatrician should be high priority. “In fact,” she advised, “we should call one now and have him examine the boys at the hospital.” She made a note. “Oh,” she added, “we need to get two car seats to bring them home in, even if we use a cab.”

She was just about to call John again for a reference for the best pediatrician in town, when the doorbell rang. She went to answer it and it was her son, John. He kissed his mother on the cheek and ran over to Clay. He embraced Clay in a strong bear hug, and with a shaking voice, he expressed his condolences. “I needed to tell you in person how sorry I am, man.”

After Mindy had come to work for him, Clay had met her sons on various occasions and had grown to respect and admire their accomplishments. One day John said to him, “Look, I’m just starting out in my career. My assets are nowhere near your criteria, but would you handle my investments just as a favor. I don’t know who else I would trust.” Clay reached out, took the doctor’s hand, pulled him into a bear hug, and told him that it would be an honor. From then on, John was not only a client, he was a friend.

“Break it up you two. John, we need the name of a good pediatrician. Can you help? And what’s doing with the nurse?” Mindy wanted to know.

“I called two nurses and only one is available. His name is Juan Rodriguez. He’s the best pediatric nurse I know. He’s going to call you this evening. He’s finishing a job today.” Clay hadn’t thought about a male nurse, but it was all right with him.

John thought for a moment, and said, “As for a pediatrician, there’s a great gal whose office is just a few blocks from here. Her name is Marion Goldman.” He pulled out his phone and speed dialed her number. When the receptionist answered, he identified himself and asked to speak to Dr. Goldman. John and she chatted for a very short minute, and then he explained the situation. “How dreadful,” she said. “Of course, I’ll look in on them this afternoon. Please give me the father’s name and telephone number.”

“He’s standing right here. I’ll put him on.”

John handed his phone to Clay, who thanked Dr. Goldman in advance and gave her all the information she asked for. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll be in touch, and Mr. Caldwell, I am truly sorry for your loss.”

Clay thought that it was a sign of things to come that the doctor was a woman and the nurse was a man.

******

On a normal school day Stevie would leave the house first and go next door where Harold Fineman lived and Harry would join him for the walk to school. Harry was one year older than Stevie and one year ahead of him at school. Harry’s dad, Louis, was a very successful architect. His work took him away from home a lot, and when Leonard became semi retired, he made sure that Harry joined his son and grandson wherever he took them. Now he would probably be too busy to take the boys anywhere.

One block further up on the route to school Stevie and Harry would pick up Clay, and the three of them would walk the additional block and a half to school. From now on, Clay and Stevie would pick up Harry for their daily trip. Stevie was worried. There was no way they could go to school and not pass Clay’s house.

When the three boys approached Clay’s house, Stevie grabbed Clay’s hand, and Harry stood back a little because he didn’t know what to expect. “Shit, would you look at that?” Clay cried out. There, in front of the town house was a Century 21 sign, ‘FOR SALE.’ “Papa sure acts fast,” he said. He had to speak to grandpa tonight. There were things in that house he wanted, no, needed to get.

All during the school day, Clay and Stevie kept thinking about what they had discovered about their bodies last night. They honestly believed that they were the first to discover the resultant joy of playing with a penis. Stevie determined to speak to Harry about it. As the eldest member of the group, Stevie looked to Harry for proper instruction in the mysteries of life.

On the way home from school that day, Stevie told Harry that he needed to speak to him about something very secret. Of course, Harry’s curiosity went to a boiling point. When he reached his house, he told the others to wait. He went inside, threw his school bag on a chair in the front entrance hall and told his mother he was going next door and would be home for dinner. “OK,” she said, “but don’t be late.” He ran outside and the three boys ran immediately upstairs to Stevie’s bedroom. The only person home was the maid, and she would never intrude on them.

“So what’s the big secret?” Harry wanted to know. Stevie described to him, in minute detail, the events of the previous night. It was hard to describe the feeling of the orgasm, but it wasn’t necessary. Harry had been there and done that.

“Are you trying to tell me that you two nerds never jerked off before?” Harry said with a bit of a sneer in his voice. Stevie and Clay looked at him strangely so he just went on. “A few months ago George Gilbert took me down to his basement after school one day. Nobody was home. George just turned eleven so he is really old. Anyway, he asked me if I had ever jerked off before. Frankly, I didn’t know what he was talking about. He said it was the greatest feeling in the world. He said I should watch him. He dropped his pants and sat down on a stool. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it exactly as you just described. Well, it started to swell and get hard. George’s head rolled back and I swear his eyes disappeared. He began to moan and groan, but in a good way. All of a sudden some white stuff shot out of his cock and actually landed on my face. He told me to taste it, that it was good and I would like it. So I tasted it, but it was kind of bland. The next part was the best. He told me to feel the white stuff and rub it on his cock. There wasn’t too much left, but I did it anyway. At first his cock was soft, but as I rubbed it got hard again and the white stuff came out of him again. George took a towel, wiped himself clean, and told me that I had to go now. That evening in the bathroom I tried to do what George had done, but nothing happened, and I gave up. I woke up in the middle of the night and I began to think about stroking George’s cock, and mine got hard. So I started to stroke it and it started to happen, what you described, I mean. Wow, is there anything greater? I did it twice more before morning.”

Harry paused, waiting for some words of appreciation. Nobody said anything. All three boys were as hard as a rock. Finally Stevie said, “Let’s do it to one another.” Without another word being said they all three dropped their pants. They sat on Stevie’s bed with Stevie in the middle. Harry was on Stevie’s left and with his right hand he engulfed Stevie’s cock. Stevie grabbed Harry with his left hand and Clay with his right and they started to stroke away in unison like a rowing team. After a short while, it started to happen for all of them. The part that amazed them the most was how they could not control the moans, groans and screams. From that day on mutual masturbation was a fairly regular after school activity.

******

The hardest part of the next few days was dealing with Janet’s inconsolable parents. Clay told them that he had arranged with the pediatric nurse to start the day after the funeral. He and the nurse would pick the twins up that morning. He insisted that the Morrisons stay in his apartment until after the funeral and he would stay with his uncle. They finally agreed because they could walk to the hospital to be with the twins, and because they were such a mess they couldn’t think of what else to do. Clay asked Mindy to stay with them and keep an eye on them. They arrived two days before the funeral and spent each day in the hospital with the twins. The nurses even had them scrub and put on hospital uniforms so they could hold and feed the babies.

Clay and Steve spent these few nights in bed expressing their love freely, as they had never been able to do before. They agreed that for the sake of propriety, Steve would maintain his apartment, especially with Mindy now moved in for an indefinite stay. She was used to their ‘business meetings’ at Steve’s so they would be able to continue that charade.

The next few days progressed for Clay as if he were sitting in a theater looking at some grotesque play. The scenes moved forward, but he didn’t feel a part of any of it. He was just an observer and not a participant as he should have been. The only solace he had was in knowing that this too would pass. Somehow, someway, he got through the funeral and the endless condolences afterward. Mindy and Mrs. Morrison had arranged for quite a spread after the funeral. Clay didn’t know that he knew so many people. They came, had something to eat, shook his hand, told him how sorry they were, and went back to their own lives, forgetting Clay’s troubles as soon as they left the house.

The Morrisons had booked a red eye for the trip home. Clay and Steve drove them to the airport the night of the funeral. They had time for a quick stop at the hospital where the Morrisons said a tearful goodbye to the twins. Clay held them both tight and urged them to come visit the boys as often as possible.

On the way back from the airport, Clay stopped at Steve’s for a quickie, but he went home alone. In the car he had time to reflect. Tomorrow the twins would come home and the day after that he and Steve were going to return to work. Then he would be establishing a new normalcy, different than anything he had known in the past.

******

When Harry was fifteen and Stevie and Clay were fourteen, Harry got a part time after school job. Stevie and Clay didn’t need to. From the time they were eleven, Leonard had his driver pick them up at school and drive them to the office. He was grooming them to take over the business. He had them start with the most menial tasks and had one of his employees train them. Fortunately, they were both well suited to the business and they loved it. During the summers they worked full time.

Needless to say, since they began to get picked up at school, that put an end to after school delights. Their sexual activity, with Harry at least, was now limited to weekends.

Harry’s job was in a family owned video rental store. Unlike the big chains there was an x rated section behind curtains at the rear of the store. The inventory consisted of straight, gay and lesbian porn videos. Every time Harry was asked to replace and organize the stock, he got a hard on just looking at the tape jackets. Mr. Feller, who owned the store, allowed the staff to take home one tape a night. It had to be returned within twenty four hours and had to be rewound, or the privilege would be lost. He never paid attention to which tape the staff took. It did not matter to him.

One Saturday evening, Harry put his tape in a plastic bag and left for home. He immediately called Stevie and Clay and asked if he could come over with a hot tape. They, of course agreed. The three boys congregated in Steve’s room. Both boys had VCR’s but Stevie had a larger TV screen. Keep in mind that up to this time their sexual activity had been limited to mutual masturbation.

They loaded the tape into the VCR and the film began. The film was appropriately titled, “Teens Unleashed.” The tape had no story line, and consisted of about a dozen vignettes. About half the scenes depicted one on one sex. Some depicted threesomes, one had a foursome and a few depicted group sex. This was the first male porn the boys had ever seen and did they get an education that afternoon.

By the time the film was half over they were fully undressed and stroking cock, anybody’s cock. This was the day they learned about rimming and fucking, sucking and swallowing, and they learned new and improved methods of single and mutual masturbation. They saw sex acts they could not even have dreamed about a couple of hours ago. None of them could wait until the film ended to try some of the stuff out. Harry wanted desperately to eat an asshole and then fuck it and Clay wanted his ass filled with cock. Stevie wanted to try everything he had just witnessed. They experimented a little with oral sex right away, but it was getting late and Harry had to get home, so they made plans for next Saturday night since Harry told them he was not scheduled to work that night. Usually both sets of parents went out on Saturday nights and the boys would have one of the houses to themselves. Louis Fineman was a client and a good friend of Leonard Caldwell, and coincidentally they were all going out to dinner together next Saturday evening.

As soon as they went to bed that night, Clay entered Stevie’s room through the bathroom wearing only his jockey shorts and bounced into bed with Stevie who was already naked. Previously they had agreed to experiment with oral sex this night, and save anal sex for another night.

“I’ll suck first,” Clay said. He tried to imitate the film. He started by open mouth kissing. Little by little his tongue explored Stevie’s body. He avoided Stevie’s crotch, finding instead his toes, the insides of his thigh and other erogenous places. When he felt he had teased enough, he started to suck Stevie’s balls and the sweet spot between the balls and the crack of the asshole. Stevie was going crazy. He was writhing on the bed and moaning with pleasure. Eventually Clay began to lick his tongue up and down the underside of Stevie’s cock. Then at last, he took the love tool of the person he loved most in the world into his mouth. He closed his lips on the object of his desire, avoiding placing his teeth on it. He ran his tongue up and down. He pumped the cock pulling it in and out of his lips until Stevie could bear it no longer. Without warning he began to pump into Clay’s mouth. Lost in rapture Clay began to swallow each spurt of Stevie’s love juice. Not one drop was wasted. There was still some cum in his mouth when he leaned into Steve and kissed him so they could share Stevie’s juice together.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/20/08