Swim Team
Chapter twenty-six
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Previously ....
Robb came first but managed to keep fucking my Jesse as I fucked him. Jesse and I managed to finish at the same time, perhaps due to my athleticism. There wasn’t a sound from the other room. Jesse wanted to go lose the load but I told him to spoon with me. If it leaked out, so what? The sheets needed washing anyway. He didn’t sound convinced so I put my arms around him and rolled him on top of me with his ass over my loins. I kissed him and told him I wasn’t letting go of him.
“I’ll be stuck on you,” Jesse said.
“Forever, I hope,” I whispered, as I nibbled his ear lobe.
We drifted off to sleep like that.
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I woke with the sun, getting up for a shower. It was to be a busy day and the end of our vacation. It seemed strange showering alone but I had a mental checklist of things to do. I got dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops, my usual summer uniform. After making coffee, I checked my email. Nobody loved me, so I went on the web to a good undergear supplier. I had to replace the undies I ripped off Danny so I got a mix of briefs, boxers and boxer briefs all in small. If they only knew how that size designation was inappropriate for Danny. Naturally they were thinking of waist size; I was not. I had rush shipping added as I wanted the order delivered to the house. While I was looking around I found the toy that Jeff wanted so I ordered it. It was to be a gift.
The coffee was ready so I poured myself a mug. Soft sleeping noises came from the bedrooms. There was no rush but I needed to watch the clock for James. An email arrived from my Mac dealer. The information they gave me on my super duper 17” with the solid state “hard drive” wasn’t encouraging. It was marked “not currently shipping”. Furthermore, they had no stock on the 15” like all the boys had so they cancelled the order and noted, “try to source elsewhere”. That wasn’t the way I wanted to start my day. I wasn’t concerned with mine; I could use my iPad. I was sure I could find a 15” somewhere in the city. James appeared at the bedroom doorway. He waved, heading for the bathroom. Yup, pee hard-on, it was, I thought to myself. Soon after, I heard the shower running. I got out coffee mugs and juice glasses. I had a few minutes to kill so I went to wake Jesse.
“Good morning, love. Did you sleep alright?” I asked.
“Always do with your arms around me,” Jesse said.
We kissed as I pulled the covers off him. James finished in the bathroom, meaning it was Jesse’s turn for the shower, and to get rid of the tumescence.
“James, I know you said you want my scent on these sheets. They are pretty crusty. I can take them home to launder,” I said.
“No, I will wash them tomorrow morning at my place. In fact, let me wash all of them, because you’ll have enough to do getting ready for the move,” James offered.
“I won’t argue with you. Make sure you pop them in the washer. I doubt your mother would be impressed,” I said.
“Not a problem -- I’ve been doing my own laundry for years, for that reason.”
I poured James a coffee, and upon hearing Jesse exit the bathroom, I fixed one for him as well. James volunteered to be the bad guy and wake the others. This was never the nicest job after a night of drinking. They filtered out to the bathroom peeing two at a time, then all crammed into the shower together. James and Jesse packed their things, putting their bags on the deck. James mentioned his mother was taking on cleaning jobs because of the bad year they had.
“Babes, I could use her help. The cottage needs a good cleaning as soon as possible, and the house needs cleaning on the 18th as the contents will be loaded on the 17th. Perhaps I could use her at the loft when all the construction work is finished but it’s not a priority now,” I said.
“She will be happy to have the work. I will ask if she can do the cottage tomorrow, then it’ll be ready if you get the packing done and want to come up next weekend,” James said.
All the guys were shooting back the orange juice and sipping their mugs of liquid brown hell. I never said my coffee was good.
“I have to get going guys. Work awaits. Dad and I are pulling the engine from a 1949 Greavette wooden launch, belonging to one of the movie stars. They will be arriving on the weekend and “need” the boat. It’ll keep dad busy for awhile,” James said.
We all gave him a group hug as he climbed into the old boat and departed for the marina. We went back in and had another coffee. There was little food left.
“You guys want to load up after your coffee and we can grab something to eat at Tim Horton’s on the way back?” I asked.
The unspectacular response indicated a positive reaction to the inevitable, so I packed my gym bag. The others followed my example. The remaining beer was placed in the fridge. I took stock of the remaining provisions. We carried everything down to the dock including the garbage and recycling. After locking up, we boarded the boat and headed for the marina. This was the part of the weekend, or week, or summer I hated the most: leaving. Although it wasn’t one of those multi-million dollar cottages, it was fun, and I hated to go home. Apparently, the others did too.
Robb brought the truck close to the dock. With James help, many hands made little work. Vlad looked pale; it looked like everything he did was an effort. It would be easy to blame it on a hangover, but he only had one drink last night. I guess he felt the same way as I did about leaving; sad. James confirmed the cottage would be cleaned tomorrow so I gave him $100, asking him to pay his mom what she asked. I took the opportunity to squeeze his hand, as the marina was quite busy. We all said “goodbye” to James. Danny headed for his boat, and we piled into the Expedition. I drove to Gravenhurst to Timmy’s. Vlad asked if he could stay in the truck and if someone could get him an OJ and a Tim-bit. After giving him a twenty, I asked Robb to get me a coffee and any donut whose name contained the word “chocolate” and I would be right in.
“Vlad, you don’t look well. How do you feel? Your energy level seemed low yesterday,” I inquired.
“Everything is a big effort. I’ve been getting worse all summer but hoped it would just go away,” he said.
“Have you felt like you do now, previously?” I asked.
Vlad started weeping so I got in the back seat with him and held his hand.
“When I was a kid I had Leukemia. I was very sick and was in the hospital for a long time. This is the same as I felt then but they said if it goes away for five years, it’s all finished. That was just over five years ago,” he said, tears streaming down his face.
“Baby, lets not jump to conclusions. It could be anything, like a virus. I’ll take you to the doctor when we get back and get you checked out. I know it must be scary for you, but we are all here for you.” I said, as I kissed his lips.
He held on to me as strongly as he could.
“Go have your coffee, Scott. I’ll wait here,” he said.
I sat with the boys sipping a great cup of coffee for a change. I had a lump in my throat but decided not to worry the others until something positive was known, but making conversation was difficult. I hoped the smile on my face didn’t look artificial. As hard as I tried to convince Vlad not to worry, I had zero effect on myself.
“Unless anyone wants something more, why don’t we hit the road?” I asked.
Robb went to the counter to get Vlad’s juice. I asked him to get a box of mixed Tim-bits, and asked if he would drive us home. I sat in the middle of the back seat with Vlad on one side and Jesse on the other. Vlad was asleep so I decided not to wake him.
“What’s wrong with Vlad?” Jesse whispered.
“Just tired so let’s let him sleep,” I said as I put one hand on Jesse’s inner thigh and held Vlad’s hand with the other.
None of us were bubbling over with enthusiasm. David and Robb chattered away in the front seat. I slumped into Jesse, pretending I was asleep while I inhaled his intoxicating aroma. They didn’t have the radio on and the monotonous hum of the tires actually put Jesse and me to sleep. The silence of the parked truck woke me when we got home. I looked up and Robb gave me a wink. Stroking Jesse’s inner thigh woke him. I hugged Vlad and whispered in his ear that we were home. I was shocked when he replied,
“Can’t I stay here?”
I almost lost it.
“Let’s go Vlad. Into the house, the bathroom then you can lie down, okay?” I said.
“Mhmm.”
With my arm around his waist, I walked him to the back door, unlocked it and took him to the bathroom where he managed to take a tinkle. After, I took him to my old bedroom, pulled his shoes off, and covered him with a blanket.
“You didn’t have a thing to eat or your juice. I’ll get it for you now”, I said.
“Okay.”
I got the juice and Tim-Bits from the truck. I poured the juice in a glass over ice and got a straw and a small plate of Tim-Bits, a.k.a. donut holes. I took Vlad’s gym bag and the refreshments to him. I put my arm under his back, helping him sit up and placed some pillows behind him. He was grateful for the help. I excused myself and headed straight to the library to phone my doctor. Luckily she was in the office and took my call. I explained what I knew of Vlad’s medical history. My doctor declined to speculate except to say the best thing to do was to go to the hospital, to emergency. She would phone ahead. I gave her his name. He would need blood work right away. After I dried my eyes I told the others that Vlad wasn’t feeling well and my doctor suggested taking him to the emergency room.
“It looks like you guys are going to be busy so I should take off soon,” David said.
“Why don’t you say bye to Vlad if he is awake while I download my stuff from your laptop,” I said to David.
I got that underway, then Jesse offered to help me take Vlad to Emerg.
“Robb, could you get all the big towels together and put them through the wash? You probably have your own stuff to do. Perhaps you could wash Vlads as well. And don’t forget to make an appointment with Ted, the lawyer. Remember I have an appointment with my financial advisor at 11 tomorrow morning,” I said.
Jesse cleaned out the car while I went to get Vlad. David was sitting on the bed with him. Vlad was asleep.
“Kiss him goodbye and wish him good luck on the team,” I said to David, trying my best to not break down.
“David, can you give me a hand? He is feeling very weak,” I said.
David put one arm under his legs and the other around his shoulders and carried him out to the truck. He was so muscular. The file transfer completed, I disconnected his laptop, deleted my user account and gave David his computer back. I kissed him goodbye apologizing for kissing and running, grabbed Jesse, and jumped in the truck.
The hospital was about halfway between the house and the loft but was convenient to the major highways. Jesse drove as I stayed in the back with Vlad. When we got to the emergency room, I went in, grabbed a wheel chair and returned to the car. Jesse helped me get Vlad into the chair and I wheeled him in to triage, while Jesse parked the car. After feeling awkward about going through his wallet, I got Vlads O.H.I.P. Health card and handed it to the nurse, explaining that my doctor had called ahead. After he scanned the card, I explained all I knew about his illness, symptoms and the fact I was his landlord and only knew him for two weeks but knew him well. Naturally, the male nurse clued into my meaning so I confided, off the record, that we had made love in every possible way, but that his strength was down in the last couple of days. The triage nurse took Vlad’s blood pressure, pulse and temperature. He was very professional. I couldn’t get a read on the nurse’s face. After completing his paperwork, He asked me if I would take possession of Vlad’s jewelry and wallet and got my name and phone number as a contact, and my signature. He then asked if I would mind pushing Vlad’s chair through the doors. As I said I would, he said there wouldn’t be any privacy on the other side of the door. I thanked him and pushed Vlad out of the way, told him I won’t be far away and they will call me after getting some test results. Then we kissed.
They were waiting on the other side and told me there was no point staying there because they would need him overnight for monitoring and to get the results of the tests. I gave his shoulders a little squeeze, said ‘later dude’, and went out to the truck as quickly as I could.
Jesse knew I was an emotional train wreck, and pulled me into a hug.
“Scott, there is no point crying. He is in good hands. I’m sure you will know more in a day,” he said.
“True, so true. I guess we should get you some beer,” I said.
He wheeled the truck in; we went in to stock up and get rid of a few cases of empties that were rattling around in the truck. We picked up a bunch of empty wine cartons as well during our outing.
On our return home, Robb was doing Laundry.
“How is he?” Robb asked.
“No news yet. He will be in overnight while they run some tests. He was a little upset. I was a lot upset,” I said.
“Oh, there is some snail mail on the kitchen table, ”Robb said.
“Looks like a bill from the insurance company,” I said.
I opened it and started reading. I sat down, looked at the enclosure and read the letter again. I couldn’t believe it. After my parents car wreck, the insurance company served notice to the province they intended to sue. Suing a government body is fraught with roadblocks. First you have to inform them of your intent to sue within a week or 10 days of the incident. Then you wait until they tell you they will let you sue them. Anyway the insurance companies are all linked together with a database of accidents by type and location and a bot managed to find an unusually high number of accidents, some causing death in the same category as my parents. This sent up a red flag and the insurance people were all over it like white on rice. They also found documents showing the province knew of this hazard and did nothing to correct it because they felt the cost of running another length of cable part way up the post would cost more than any potential lawsuits. Considering dads age and income, the insurance company sued for eight million dollars but in an eleventh hour negotiating session with the crown, amended it to five million in exchange for a “no contest” from the crown. This was the cheque less the $5000 they paid for each death. $4,990,000. Being a court settlement, this sum was not subject to income tax but was covered by a non-disclosure agreement, and a publication ban. I turned on the computer; when it booted, I got into my stock trading account, checked the instant ticker on AAPL. It seemed low. I looked at the 5-day graph. Monday was slightly lower. I read all the news feeds, determining this was a great time to buy, so I purchased 10,000 shares, and put the cheque and letter in my wallet. I was very excited but felt this information, in the hands of my loft-mates, could be harmful so I had to contain my enthusiasm.
“Robb, did you get in touch with Ted?” I asked.
“Yeah, tomorrow at 2:00. Is that okay? He asked.
“Oh sure. I shouldn’t be too long in the morning. Do you guys want to take a run in the convertible with me?”
Everyone was game for that so we took off to the head office of dad’s bank where they knew me. I asked for the manager, Mr. Collins. The girl at the side counter said, “whom should I say is calling?”
“Williams. Scott Williams.”
She phoned. The girl said, “He will be right out, Mr. Williams.”
He appeared immediately, shaking my hand. I introduced him to Robb and Jesse.
“These are my bodyguards,” I said.
He motioned for all of us to follow him to his office. His secretary offered us all a coffee. I declined but Jesse and Robb said yes. The boys were seated on comfortable chairs on either side of a table that looked as if it came from my parent’s house.
We went in. He seated me and went to the other side of his desk.
“Well Scott, what can we do for you today?” he asked.
“Oh, I have a deposit and I wanted to make sure it is handled correctly,” I said as I pulled the cheque from my wallet and placed it in front of him.
Collins was probably in his early to mid forties but he took good care of himself. He dressed for success and obviously had his hair professionally coloured. He either had a gym membership or a machine at home. He checked to make sure the body and figures matched on the cheque and that the date was good. He called the issuing bank, and talked to the manager to make sure it was cashable.
“Put a hold on the funds. We want this to clear as a certified cheque. I’ll have our runner bring it now so you can make it so,” he said.
Collins wasn’t just a branch manager, he was manager for the home office and in fact had a branch manager reporting to him. I knew him from Dad’s little parties. He was part of the management team and the only guy to show up at the parties without a wife. He drove a classic Corvette and I often wondered who his co-pilot was. He dared to have a sense of humour at these dull events.
“Sorry for excluding your friends, but I assumed you wanted to discuss money, he said.
“Yeah, well you guessed right. It’s a court settlement, the details of which I cannot divulge. I just bought 10,000 shares of Apple Inc so I will be writing a cheque to my online brokerage account. Could you transfer $4 million to that account when you get the cheque back, and get me a $75,000 CIC for 1 year?” I asked.
“Done and done. Now would you like me to invite your friends in for a drink,” He asked.
“Get out of town -- you have booze in here?” I asked.
“Why do you think our interest rate is so low and don’t ever tell anyone I said that because I will deny it,” he chuckled.
“Jesse, Robb, come on in!” he said warmly.
He gave the cheque to his secretary as an office boy appeared. A cute office boy I might add. He put it in his satchel and was on his way.
We went into the office after he informed his secretary he didn’t want any interruptions, closed the door and slid a carved panel to one side revealing a wet bar, with a bar fridge and more single malt scotches than I’ve ever seen in one place.
“Who wants to drive home?” I asked.
Robb volunteered to be DD so Jesse and I made our selection. He ordered Glen Fiddich 20 year old; I asked for Lagavoulin 16.
“An excellent choice, Scott. If I wasn’t at the office I would join you in one of those but its smoky peaty taste is very aromatic so if I have a drink during the day I have Vodka with some ground pepper,” he confessed as he pulled a flask of vodka from the freezer.
We sat at the non-work end of his office, on leather chairs around a round table. Robb had a ginger ale served in the same cut crystal double old-fashioned glasses we used. He was generous when he poured. I told him about selling the house and being about a week away from moving into the loft with five mates from my swim team.
“Scott, I don’t blame you. Your parents house was very “them” but not “you” at all. Are you boys ready for a refill? He asked.
“Sounds marvy,” Robb said as he gave Collins a lateral hug.
“My little friend would be so turned on if he saw that,” he said.
Collins poured us another hefty drink and sat down.
“Who is your little friend?” I asked.
“You saw him. He is the office boy that took your cheque across the street to the issuing bank, He confided.
“I must admit, you are discreet. Neither of you reacted at all,” I said.”
It could cost me my job. We have so many rules around here. One is “no spouses are allowed to work at the bank” another is office boys must advance to a better position by their 20th birthday or they are terminated, and the unwritten one is men are supposed to be attracted to women, so we play it very cool. He has been living with me for 6 months. He is fantastic, age isn’t a problem for either of us and he isn’t a gold digger. We would love to get married, but Scott, the money and seniority I have here is too good for me to take chances. I’m trying to find him a job at another bank.”
“Would you guys be comfortable coming over to the loft for drinks once we get in? We have a big Jacuzzi on one of the terraces and we are quite looking forward to entertaining. I guess I should tell you, we all love each other. We sleep in the same custom bed together and have no hang-ups about it,” I said.
“That would be so much fun. I like to find stuff to do that Adam likes, and believe me, that little twink is a show-off with every right to be,” he said.
I punched his home and cell number into my phone and gave him my cell number.
His phone buzzed. It was his secretary. The runner was there with an envelope.
“Send him in.”
Adam walked in and beamed each of us a smile as Collins introduced us starting with me and a brief explanation of who my dad was. Once he met Robb and Jesse, Collins explained about the loft and Jacuzzi. I told him the loft was over 5000 square feet--big enough for the whole swim team but there were in fact only 6 of us and it had 3 bedrooms but we all slept together because we all loved each other and had no jealousy. In fact we liked watching when others made love. I didn’t have to throw in that much detail but I wanted to see how they reacted. Adam was playing pocket pool and a couple of inches of cock could be seen outlined by his shirt above the belt line.
Poor Adam, I shouldn’t have said all of that. He was in a bad state. Collins went behind his desk and pressed a button and another carved panel slid open revealing a private washroom. Adam went in, dropped his pants and his red Andrew Christian briefs letting his Danny sized cock flop out.
“Fuck me!” Robb said.
“Be careful of what you wish for,” Collins chuckled.
“I’d give him a hand but are you guys the jealous type?” Robb asked.
Laughter emanated from the bathroom. “Come here Robb,” Adam said coyly.
Robb looked at Collins who smiled and gave him the nod. Robb went in, got on his knees and sucked the boy dry in a half minute. I don’t know how much Robb swallowed but there was still a huge load on his face. Jesse and I cleaned that off quickly as Collins checked for any last drips from Adam’s huge cock.
We all started giggling.
“That was fun,” Adam said as he attempted to get dressed.
He then gave all of us a wet sloppy kiss finishing with Collins.
“You guys haven’t seen anything yet,” Collins said.
Adam grabbed his satchel and let himself out as we finished our drinks. As it was getting close to rush hour we stood and said our goodbyes as Collins closed the bar and private washroom. Robb gave Collins a hug and kiss on the lips and hoped it would be soon when they came over for a party.
to be continued ...
, after the earlier delight before the dunk in the lake keeps the juices flowing, nicely.
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RBRCNDR
