Swim Team

[sheep]

A new chapter will be posted tomorrow. In the mean time, here is a glimpse of a couple of the boys managing stress.
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[sheep]

Swim Team

Chapter thirty-one

Copyright 2011 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected.
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

Previously ....
We felt like we needed a longer break so, after getting us all another beer, Jesse suggested having dinner a bit early, so we could finish packing after dinner, and hopefully get to bed early and be at the restaurant at seven in the morning; the movers would be there around eight-thirty. Robb fixed the salad while Jesse handled the barbie duties as usual. This would be our last supper at the old house.

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Jesse talked the others into trying their Porterhouse steaks ‘blue rare’.

“Mates, if you really don’t like it like that, I’ll be happy to toss them back on for a couple of minutes. Just try it first and decide,” Jesse said.

The salad was great, the potatoes were, well they were potatoes, but the steaks were to die for. Jesse even fried some portobello mushrooms on the side burner. I needed to load up on these steaks before the house sale was completed. I couldn’t see me coming back to this area for any reason. Much to my surprise nobody wanted their steak done a little more. It was ‘rare’ to find everyone at the table having blue rare. The Australian Shiraz was a perfect compliment to the meal. We finished off what was left of the ice cream. Jesse left the barbie on high throughout the meal to burn off the grease, following up with a scrub with the wire brush. A few more minutes burned everything clean, the grille was turned off and the gas line unplugged. This stainless steel beauty is going with us for many more happy meals, the kind for big boys.

Robb was really organized and had us packing up everything except the fridge contents. He left the library to me. The refrigerator wasn’t very big but was stainless and was energy star. The purchaser agreed to let it go, in exchange for the lawn mower and miscellaneous gardening tools, as he was going to rip out the kitchen that mom and dad had installed. He was going upscale with top of the line cabinetry, granite tops, heated slate flooring, appliances and the ubiquitous island. That meant we would have a new beer fridge.

“If we get up real early, can we go to the restaurant for breakfast,” James asked.

“I’d like that but we need to be there at 7:00,” I cautioned.

Our work was complete. We took showers. Jesse and I didn’t fool around; I don’t think the others did either. We were sufficiently well fed, tired and apprehensive so going to bed meant spooning and sleeping. Six-thirty came early enough. We stripped the bedsheets and ran them through the laundry, then got dressed and headed to the restaurant. Helle was happy to see us because she painted the picture yesterday. As we were enveloped in the smell of fresh ground coffee, she brought the painting to me.

“Sorry, no rainbow flag. I started with one, and thought it didn’t look so good so I start over. I like this; I hope you also do but if you don’t, I will keep it,” she said.

“Helle, it is beautiful. It is like a group of seven painting only more appealing to the imagination. I can almost smell the suntan lotion and pine needles. We picnicked on that little island and lay on our rainbow towels, soaking up the sun. How much do I owe you?”

“Is forty dollars too much?”

I gave her one hundred. She needed to realize her artistry was worth it. When she tried to argue, I covered my ears.

We got back with time to spare. James said his goodbyes and headed up North. I checked my email, getting good news from my Apple guy. Danny’s laptop was there now so I emailed back saying I would pick it up. Robb put the sheets in the dryer, then we all carried small fragile things to the truck. The recycling guys came to remove the old beer fridge, pumping the refrigerant into a tank. When the truck was full, Jesse eased it out of the driveway, parking it on the street. I parked the convertible there too, and not a moment too soon because the big tractor-trailer moving van arrived, backing in so it could be loaded from the back and side. The crew consisted of 4 pretty fit guys, who gave us the wardrobe boxes. The only thing left for us was to clear out the closets, transferring the contents into the wardrobe boxes. Once that was done I hopped in my car, and headed to the butcher to order more steaks.

“Hey, do you have anymore of those Porterhouse steaks? They were terrific.”

“Yessir, How many would you like?”

“One hundred!”

“No can do, sir. I think I have enough to make you, say fifty-five to sixty-five but I can order more for next week.”

“Please cut as many as you can, and wrap them in freezer paper in packages of three. I will come in when I head downtown to pick them up. We can talk about ordering more depending on the actual amount. I’ll be back when the movers finish loading the truck,” I said.

I went home, realizing I hadn’t packed up my computer so I did that and carried all the components to the car. I asked the movers to get Robb’s desk from the garage. Jesse and I disconnected the washer and dryer. The mover got paid by the hour. The sooner they loaded and unloaded, the sooner we could be having dinner and the inaugural soak in the spa with Kyle. He seemed like such a nice boy, and very easy on the eyes. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about the parts I didn’t see -- yet. I wondered if all blond guys have blond pubes. I hoped he didn’t shave them all off, because I would just have to ask him then. I’m not shy.

“Robb, Danny - there is no reason for you guys to stay here while they finish loading. Take the truck to the loft and unload it. One more thing. I’m paying Josh and Jeff by the hour so remember, they are coming for dinner tomorrow and will bring their toothbrushes. If that’s too subtle, leave the sex until tomorrow night!” I said.

It was easy for Robb to leave; I wondered how I would feel about it. After all, I lived there since I was a few days old. Jesse and I checked the basement to make sure nothing was left behind. There wasn’t so I took the opportunity to swap spit with Jesse. That boy could kiss. Time got totally distorted when we kissed: it either stood still or whizzed past. Today it was whizzing. The only clue I had was the size of the wet spots on our pants. We pulled our shirts out in an attempt to conceal. Luckily Jesse was wearing board shorts with a wild pattern and I had my new jeans on so it wasn’t that obvious. When we got back upstairs, they brought in the appliance dolly for the washer, dryer, fridge and barbeque. The other two guys were loading the beds. I’m sure if they knew what we did on them in the past two weeks they would have refused. A close check of the house confirmed everything was on the truck. The mailman would have been there by now, so I knew my address change was in effect. As the movers were ready to move out, I closed the garage door and locked up the house. They told me they would knock off for a half-hour for lunch and would see me at the loft.

It felt strange leaving but knew the feeling would go away when I saw my stuff in its new setting. Jesse sensed my emotional attachment, giving my knee a squeeze.

“You are going to be so happy when the dust clears, and you can fill your home with the unmistakable aroma of turkey roasting in one of the ovens.”

Damn, Jesse was good. He pressed all my buttons as usual. We grabbed a shopping cart each and headed back to see the butcher who was very happy to see my friend with the rump, Jesse.

“Oh, say, I have jumbo shrimp on sale today. How were the ones you got a couple of weeks ago? he asked in an obvious attempt to stall Jesse’s departure.

“Perfect, mate. Your marinade made the difference. Maybe we should do a surf & turf,” Jesse said looking at me for a sign of veto.

“You heard my boyfriend. I guess we should get sixteen. Our first dinner will be for eight,” I said.

To make sure we got really nice ones, Jesse dropped his pen on the floor and bent over at the waist to pick it up. I watched the butcher’s eyes. Yup. He was mesmerized by Jesse’s ass.

“How many steaks were you able to cut?”

“Sixty-two, so I wrapped the 2 separately. Do you want me to order more for you?”

“Sure, how about fifty, wrapped in pairs? I will be in next Thursday but I should get your phone number in case the date changes,” I said.

“Here’s the store phone number and this is my cell. I live in the village in the round building.”

“Oh, you mean Vaseline Towers?” I asked.

He laughed saying he understood it got that nickname the year it was built about 40 years ago and is known everywhere as that. I told him we weren’t very far from there and when we got better organized I would ask him over for a beer. He pushed his cart around to the front of the counter so we could load the steaks in our carts while he took care of the shrimp. Jesse started on a full shop as we were pretty well out of everything. The butcher mentioned he was having pork loin chops on sale next week so I ordered twenty-four. I picked up some fresh lean ground beef and bought a couple of pounds of Vienna franks -- the ones with real meat in a skin casing which were perfect for Coney Island hot dogs. I thanked him very much, telling him we had to fly because the moving truck might get there before us. He said in future if we need anything, perhaps he could deliver it to us on his way home. I thanked him and caught up with Jesse, in the check-out line.


We arrived at the Mac store with barely enough space in the convertible for the laptop. My blue-grey eyed twinky techie rang it up for me and volunteered to help set up the network on his day off. I told him that would be great and that I needed to order a Thunderbolt 12 Terabyte RAID storage system for all of our backups but was moving into our new loft now so I would talk to him later about that. The next stop was home. The loft. I would have to get used to calling it home, not the loft. We pulled into the loading dock and texted Robb to come down with the hand truck. We unloaded the car onto the platform as Robb arrived, loading the food onto the hand truck. It was a pain in the ass; carrying the bags onto the freight elevator was faster. I parked my car out front and joined the boys, taking our load up. As soon as it was unloaded I returned the elevator to the loading dock to be there for the movers.

Jesse loaded the freezer as Robb put away the other groceries. Jeff was working on the shelving for shoe storage, prefabricating it on the terrace. The carpet installer had the fireplace platform carpeted and was upholstering the stairs that surrounded it on three sides. He was picky, making sure he did it perfectly. I told Jeff the A/V guy was doing the install tonight and needed quiet at the end of the setup.

“Not a problem, Scott. We are ahead of schedule. I think I can get everything finished tomorrow. Josh and I want to go out tonight so I will be gone by six or sooner.”

“Will you guys join us for dinner and a soak and help break in the new bed tomorrow night?” I asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said with an evil grin on his handsome chiseled face. I wish I could pull off the day’s growth look on my face like Jeff, but it made me look stupid. On him, it was irresistible.

Robb was really clever with the packing. He put all those things you take for granted in a carton; toilet paper, my cheque book, towels, felt feet for furniture legs, Kleenex™, bandages, a few bottles of water and a multi-bit screwdriver. Everyone had their own special skills. Jesse spread out the steaks out evenly in the drawers of the freezer so they would freeze faster. I spent money.

The knock at the door was the movers with the lawn furniture. It figures that Jeff was working outside to be out of the way, so naturally, we had to get in his way to get the chaise lounges, table and chairs and the gas grille outside. I had them place the beer fridge inside beside the patio doors. Perhaps I would move it outside in the spring for the season. I parked myself by the door to direct the movers with each piece that came in. I rolled my eyes when they carried in one of the beds and asked where to put it. I decided I would show them. I closed the door to our room while I removed the beds from the platform. They didn’t need us pushing our lifestyle choice in their faces. It was okay for daddy to hold his little girls hand and for mommy to be pregnant. That was totally different, wasn’t it?

They brought the wardrobe boxes upstairs so I had them hang the clothing in all six closets. Naturally, Vlad’s clothing was directed to his extra special closet. The coats and jackets from the hall closets ended up in mine and Vlad’s for the time being, until Jeff finished. The movers took the empty wardrobe boxes away.

The platform was almost done. The leather sofas were the first items loaded so he had lots of time to finish it. Kyle popped in to make sure everything was going okay, and if we were still on for tonight.

“We are running a bit ahead of schedule. Why not stop in after your game? The movers might be gone then. Perhaps we could start with a shower and a soak. The only conflict is my A/V installer is coming tonight so I will have to open up for him. He is best left to work on his own. I don’t even know if he will put it all where I planned it. The only thing I know is he won’t make any compromises to the sound or picture quality. I don’t want him to. Also I don’t want to be here; if he got mad, he swore in Spanish. His motto was “the customer is always wrong.” Kyle had a good laugh over that.

I went back to directing traffic. Robb’s desk went to the mezzanine, looking lonesome. The boys had piled all of the odds and ends in the storage areas under the stairs out of the way for now. There was a lull as the movers went down for another load so I called Vlad.

“City morgue. You kill ‘em, we chill ‘em.”

“Sounds like my twink is feeling better today,” I said.

“I’m awesome. I was so depressed thinking about chemo, It’s a relief finding you didn’t insist I do it.”

“Baby, when it comes down to being kept alive for a few more months of life with no quality, I did for you what I would do for myself; chose quality, not quantity and even the quantity is highly debatable.”

“I’ve been walking up and down the halls and feeling pretty good. How are things at the loft?” he asked.

“We are running ahead of schedule. The carpet guy is finishing the fireplace platform, Jeff is working on shoe storage on the terrace and I’m directing traffic. We are going to Kyle’s, the boy next door from Rochester for dinner after we inaugurate the Jacuzzi. He is really a nice guy and really good looking. He is a bit of a Jesse type only blond, and plays soccer to boot. One more thing; I got Danny his new Mac Book Pro today, so yours is sitting here waiting for you when you get back tomorrow,” I said.

“Plays soccer to boot? Scott, like you are so bad!

“Hun, I’ll be there to check you out by noon. Be sure to tell your doctor. By the way Jeff and Josh are coming for a special dinner,
soak, and to stay the night. I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed,” I said.

The movers lugged the library furniture to the mezzanine. I had them unroll a large rug in the media area on the main floor. This is where I wanted the audio to go, and where I had the wiring for it. The speaker cables were overhead and would hang down behind each speaker. I didn’t want to be tripping over them. It was time for me to set up my computer, the modem and router to see if Rodgers got it right. I didn’t hold out much hope. Surprisingly, everything worked. I got an email from Ted, thanking me for offering help with his nephew, who would be contacting us soon. I sent one back saying “don’t mention it” and broke into an evil laugh when I hit ‘send’.

The hammering stopped downstairs. I went down to see the carpeted fireplace platform. I found the vacuum cleaner and sucked the fluff and fuzz off it, leaving it immaculate. I was bored so I vacuumed the big rug too. It’s easy without furniture on it. The carpet guy took his tools and the rest of the carpet to the bedroom.

The dining room and living room furniture came next. The space was looking larger with furniture in it to give it scale. I went up to the guest suite with the two queen beds we had been using for the past two weeks. They looked small in that suite even with the two dressers and chair. The “lets get it on alone” room, or center bedroom looked good with the two double beds from my old room. I did a mental calculation assuming the beds were pushed together, there was room for the whole team to sleep over. If they weren’t all gay now, they would be after such a sleep-over.

The movers were bringing up many cartons of books from the library. They would have to stay in cartons for the time being. I found the desk contents carton and retrieved the vegemite from it, hiding it in a kitchen cupboard. I checked on Jeff who was close to completion of the shelving prefabrication. I opened the whirlpool, checked the chemistry, adding a chlorine puck to the ‘duck’ that floated on the surface and noticed the water temperature was 90ºF so I turned it up to 105ºF and covered it again.

I went back in as they were coming in with the leather furniture from the den. I found the two cartons with the lamps so once they brought the tables in, I placed the lamps and plugged them in. I got the remote control for the fireplace off the mantel, sat down and turned it on. Beautiful! The view of downtown was fantastic. The other boys interrupted the unpacking to come over and sit. We all got a chance to play with the remote, eventually shutting it off as the A/C was on.

To be continued ...



It's always nice getting comments from the 800 - 900 readers. It makes me feel like I am actually doing this for somebody

The boys were too busy with the move to be their usual horny selves but I'm sure the situation is temporary. Next chapter will be here before you know it.

 

[Kyanimal]

When I first read this chapter, I was running a bit low on Time, and fully intended to cum back and reply! Well ... as "They" say ... "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions!"

SO ... Here I finally am (again), and I'd like to say I truly did enjoy this chapter!

It's good to get to know more about the Guy's Lives, what they are up to, how they're coping, and it doesn't ALWAYS have to be about SEX!

Of course, the Sex doesn't Hurt! Or, at least it's not supposed to, after the first few minutes/seconds, or so!

SO ... Thank You! for that most interesting fill-in! And, of course, looking forward to MORE!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

(Now ... Where the Hell is that next chapter?)

 

[sheep]

Swim Team

Chapter thirty-two

Copyright 2011 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected.
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

Previously ....
I went back in as they were coming in with the leather furniture from the den. I found the two cartons with the lamps so once they brought the tables in, I placed the lamps and plugged them in. I got the remote control for the fireplace off the mantel, sat down and turned it on. Beautiful! The view of downtown was fantastic. The other boys interrupted the unpacking to come over and sit. We all got a chance to play with the remote, eventually shutting it off as the A/C was on.

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“Mr. Williams, we are finished now,” said the mover foreman.

“That didn’t take as long as I figured.”

“It was easy loading at the house and having that huge freight elevator cut at least an hour off it,” he said.

“You guys want a beer?”

Jesse pulled four out of the fridge before they answered. The smiles on their faces answered the question. We all had one too. The guys worked hard and were careful. Nothing was broken, which was a miracle for Tippit and Scratchit Moving & Storage. I plugged the beer fridge in as it had been sitting for a couple of hours. It started up normally so Jesse put a case of beer in it. The foreman gave me the bill and I gave him my credit card. I could pay by cheque but this way I got air miles. The movers took off quickly after they finished their beers.

It was quiet now except for the carpet guy’s electric stapler upstairs. With the furniture in place, I could hardly hear the air conditioning. I finished my beer so I took the vacuum upstairs; I was busting to see how the bed platform was coming along. When I got there he was packing up his tools.

“I have a small piece left over. If you want, I can take it and have it bound for a rug,” he said.

It was the right size for a small rug for in front of the fireplace and would be a nice place to sit and look at the fire with Kyle and have some brandy. I mean Jesse. Why did I say Kyle?

“Okay. Can you make it to put here, with some underpad?” I asked, indicating the area.

“Sure, no problem. I can get it back to you in a few days.”

The platform looked immaculate. He did good work. I fired up the vacuum and got as much fluff off it as possible and opened a window to vent the off-gassing from the new carpet. I cleaned the rugs in the other two rooms while I had the vacuum up here, opening another window a little for cross ventilation.

My return to the main floor found the guys helping Jeff bring in the shelving units he built.

“I think I have time to put these in place in the foyer today so they will be out of the way if one of you helps me,” he said.

“Okay mate, I’ll help,” Jesse said.

“I’m going to move my stuff into my closet. You guys can do that whenever you want,” I said.

We all located our gym bags, taking them upstairs. Danny tossed his in an empty closet because he only had what was in his gym bag. I had my clothes in a closet in the middle bedroom and moved Jesse’s to the closet beside mine. I emptied the dresser contents into the built-in dresser in my closet. I found Danny’s new computer and gave it to him, suggesting he open it and plug it in to charge the battery. He gave me a kiss and a hug. After doing that he brought up a couple of cartons of towels taking them to the cupboard in the laundry room.

“We didn’t want to come empty handed. These cartons are marked “laundry room”,” Jeff said.

Jesse had a couple of cartons too, so they took them in. Jeff noticed the movers hadn’t hooked up the laundry equipment and volunteered to do that, while Danny and Robb moved the beds onto the platforms, located the mattress covers, the bags of pillows and made the bed. It was so cool! When Jeff finished connecting the washer and dryer, I turned on the heated floor to ‘low’ so when we showered, any moisture on the floor would evaporate quickly. Due to the size of our loft, we had separate heat pumps for the main floor and the bedroom level. While I shared the bed with five teenaged swimmers, the bedroom wouldn’t have to be heated very much in the winter. The air conditioning would be another matter. I found the beach towels.

“I’m done Scott. What time works for you tomorrow?” Jeff asked.

“Nine is good if that works for you. Don’t forget, I want that pine wine cooler covered in stainless steel laminate to blend in with the kitchen. Is it okay to load the wine in it now?” I asked.

“Sure, you can fill it. I’ll bring you a couple of filters for your heat pumps. There were some left over. They cost a fortune but should last a year. The thermostats will show a message when it’s time to replace them,” he said.

I went downstairs with Jeff, stopping to hang the towels over the knee wall and finding the “toy” I got for us to try. He was getting a little excited seeing it but was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Kyle looking very hot after his game. He came in as I said goodbye to Jeff.

“We just got everything under control upstairs so we are ready to try out the shower before we soak. Care to join us?”

“I was hoping you would ask. That looks like a badass shower you have. Do I need a swimsuit for the whirlpool?” he asked.

“They aren’t allowed. Anything that’s been through a washer has traces of detergent and phosphates that screw up the chemistry of the water. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it,” I said.

He smiled and gave me a wink, following me upstairs. “I think we all stink after working so hard today. We should toss our clothes right in the washer. Do you want yours done too, Kyle?”

I guess he did because when he stripped down to nothing he picked up his clothes and tossed them into the washer. He wasn’t shy. He had no reason to be. And he really was blond. This was going to be fun.



I went in first to initially set the water temperature and familiarize myself with the controls, then shut it off while the others got in. Five was about the maximum for the shower comfortably. With the glass door closed, I turned on the water again so everybody could get wet. Jesse and I squeezed some shower gel in our hands and went to work on Kyle’s back and chest, working up a good lather. Jesse continued so I worked on Jesse’s back, thinking to myself how similar their bodies were. Kyle obviously enjoyed the pampering and washed Jesse’s chest. It was hot to watch, so I became a voyeur, washing myself. We all got a little excited. Kyle was nicely muscled, and well adapted to playing soccer with his strong quad muscles like Jesse’s. He was a natural blond, for sure! I suspected he would be an excellent skier with those powerful thighs.

They washed their own private parts. Perhaps the barriers would be relaxed after a good soak and dinner with wine. Robb’s testosterone level appeared to be on the high side according to the angle of his dangle. Danny had a semi. Kyle was average, and cut which surprised me. I figured he would be uncut. I doubted anyone would kick him out of bed for eating cookies. He looked so cute with his key around his neck, reminding me of Vlad. I demonstrated the body jets, which were more powerful than the ones in the house.

Having finished showering, we all stepped out onto the warm slate floor and toweled ourselves. Kyle’s long blond hair was complemented by the yellow towel over his shoulders. We headed out to the whirlpool on the terrace stopping briefly to get cans of beer. When we were all in, and accustomed to the hot water, I turned on the pump, sending bubbly water gushing out of the jets.

“To my terrific neighbours; who could ask for any better?” Kyle proposed.

“I’ll drink to that,” Robb said, thunking beer cans with Kyle, and then all of us with each other.

It had been an arduous task for me. I don’t know how I thought I could manage all of the move related tasks alone. Deciding to take Robb in as a roommate was one of my better decisions. This place would be kind of lonely without the boys. They were worth their weight in gold in the past few days.

Kyle told us about his grandfather’s ski manufacturing business in Norway. It was actually started before the second World War. He made the best skis in the country and supplied the Norwegian army. He was able to ramp up production for military use during the war, and has been a key supplier ever since. When ski boots started to be made of plastic, they got into that as well, eventually moving production to Japan because of high tax rates in Norway. Around the time snowboarding was starting, they spent vast sums of money on research and development, and market research. It indicated North America was the hot market for this product so his grandfather turned the snowboard business over to Kyle’s dad who located in Rochester, New York. He got a tax break for the new venture as Xerox and Kodak were downsizing. Kyle told us he enrolled for business with the idea of eventually taking over the family business.

His dad did things right. He personally held the patent for the snowboard manufacturing technology rather than the company holding it. Traveling from Rochester to Norway was getting to be too much and grandpa was getting old so it was decided to sell the ski business. It was acquired by an Austrian manufacturer who also signed an agreement allowing Kyle’s dad to be the exclusive North American distributor. The ski boot business was Kyle’s dads. Grandpa made an enormous amount of money on the sale of the ski business. In addition, He retained ownership of the factory and office buildings, leasing them back to the Austrian company. This is how Kyle got a million dollars when he turned 18 and had another million coming at 21.

Kyle had a way of holding everyone’s attention even though I’m sure the topic was boring for the others. It wasn’t because of his fantastic body either. He was very well spoken for an eighteen year old. I expected he would become more fun as the evening progressed. The water was really hot so we got out for awhile to lie on the chaises. Jesse got us a refill. Kyle’s penis was pretty happy which had a contagious effect. We were so used to seeing each other hard that we didn’t think much about it. Kyle was in Rome doing what the Romans do and didn’t attempt to cover his erection, which suited us just fine. Like I said, he had a great body, and the addition of a perfect, hard, cut cock was the icing on the cake. I don’t know if Freud was at work but I got up and brought out a bowl of cashews. Delicious nuts, they are.

I ran upstairs and tossed the washed load into the dryer. Fuck, I couldn’t even do that without there being some sexual connotation. For some reason, I went to my computer and checked Apple stock. I was amazed to see I had made a paper gain of $589,000 so far this month but quickly put it out of my head. Meh, it’s just a paper gain.

Meanwhile, the boys had gotten back in after their cool down cycle. Naturally, I joined them and started giving Jesse a foot massage.

“I see Jesse, you have your boyfriend well trained,” Kyle said.

“Mate, we all do stuff like that for each other. Scott gives great back massages so I hope he gives me one tonight. We didn’t even have sex last night so I’m so horny I could fuck a kangaroo,” he said.

“I think we are all looking forward to having a marvy time in our new bed tonight although it’ll seem empty again without Vlad and James,” Robb said.

“You guys have all the luck. You all seem to love each other, enjoy touching and making love to each other. I get to hug my Teddy bear and jerk off. I’m not complaining though. I’d be happier if I could just share a bed and listen to a guy breathing and falling asleep with his arms around me,” he said.

“Kyle, sit here with your back to me and I’ll give you a brief back rub,” I said.

I gave him a deep tissue massage, working some knots out of his shoulders and neck. Everybody tells me I give good ones. Honestly, I enjoy giving one just as much as they like getting one, if the guy has broad shoulders and a small waist, so much the better. Kyle was like that plus he had smooth skin.
“I’ll give you a full body massage some time but it’s awkward in the whirlpool, besides I’m thirsty,” I said.

“You had me purring like a kitten. Thanks.”

It was time for another cool down so we got out and laid on the chaises, getting the afternoon rays. Danny brought us all a beer. We chilled, talking about our dreams for school, and the swim team. I suggested we get back in for a few more minutes. I massaged Jesse’s other foot as we soaked away the tensions of the day. It was time to get out, shower and get dressed for Kyle’s dinner party before we turned into prunes. Raphael was coming to install the entertainment system too. We showered again and dressed in nice warm clothes right from the dryer. Kyle tried out the bed, so we all got on it, showing how massive it was for 5 people. Robb cuddled up behind Kyle, throwing an arm around him.

“I could get used to that. It feels so good,” Kyle said.

Danny and I got off the bed which was Robb’s clue to get up as well. Kyle reluctantly got up also. I looked at my iPhone seeing it was close to six. I helped Jesse find some wine for the spaghetti fest. Just then Raphael knocked on the door.

“Hola, You guys gonna help me bring everything up? Scott, you got the big Magneplanar 3.7’s. I’m dying to hear them. This system will kick ass, man,” he said.

“Kyle, we can handle all this. We will be over shortly. You can take this wine,” I said.


We helped unload his truck and easily got it all in one load. The speakers were packed one pair to a carton weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds. They were seventy-one inches high and two feet wide. The sub, projector, screen, laptop, mic and toolbox were nothing in comparison to the speakers.

“Shit man, I see why you got the big ones. This is a big room. I’ll get it going as best I can tonight but we might need to do some fine tuning another time,” he said.

“There is a sixteen foot ladder outside if you need it. Do you need my help because we are going to be next door in PH2?” I said.

“No, get out of my way. If I need you, I will come to get you,” he said.

We went to Kyle’s, entering what smelled like an Italian restaurant. I really did like his contemporary furnishings and the way his loft was laid out with the kitchen and powder room close to the entrance. His dining area was between the outside wall and the bar. The dining table was frosted glass with a blue cast rather than the usual green. The base was black marble with green and white streaks in it. The chairs were classic Parsons style done in black leather. The area to the right as you entered was his living area and featured a tuxedo style sofa, love-seat and chair. The coffee table matched the dining table. There were two comfy looking overstuffed arm chairs on the north wall by a window with a table and floor lamp between them. I had a mental image of him casually dressed in shorts and no shirt, sitting there reading after playing soccer. A long cabinet sat on the east wall. A contemporary rug covered the floor in the living area. This is where Kyle seated us. Either he had remarkable taste for a college freshman or he hired a designer.

“I’m sorry, I can’t even offer you a beer because I’m only 18 and can’t legally buy it,” Kyle said.

“Hell, dude, that’s not a problem, I’ll go next door and get some, I said.

And I did. As he was handing them out I told him I had to go to the beer store tomorrow and if he needed anything to let me know. His loft had a warm feel in spite of its modern appearance. He brought out cheese and crackers to start on and excused himself to boil water for the spaghetti.

“Have you seen anybody around PH3, Kyle?”

“No, but I’ve heard it’s an older couple who live at their cottage May to October and at their condo in Florida December to March. During the school year I’ll only be here for breaks and most weekends, so you almost have the whole floor to yourself. Judging by the size of your speakers, that’s a good thing,” he said.

to be continued ...



You do realize the longer they go without sex, the hornier they will be? Good. I thought so

 

[DonQuixote]

Almost ALL moved in and ready to go!

As they settle in next door for some pasta and good company, the new digs get wired for sound in a BIG way.

Loved the clean up after all the hard work - rub a dub dub.

And, ANd, AND . . . the new platform is done, the beds are in place and made -
And our new next door neighbor is lonely all by himself, next door . . .

As the boy on the Mazda commercial is famous for - Vroom Vroom, lol

 

[Kyanimal]

Another great chapter, sheep!

Your attention to detail paints a very nice mental image. It's almost like being there in person!

Had I been there, though, I seriously doubt "Animal" could have behaved himself! Not with all those 'hawt' naked Guys around!

NOW ... Stop reading THIS, and get to the Next chapter!! (Zoom! ZOOM!!)

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[sheep]

I've written ch 33 already. Be sure to have a supply of large clean towels at hand when you read it.

 

[sheep]

Swim Team

Chapter thirty-three

Copyright 2011 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected.
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

Previously ....
“Have you seen anybody around PH3, Kyle?”

“No, but I’ve heard it’s an older couple who live at their cottage May to October and at their condo in Florida December to March. During the school year I’ll only be here for breaks and most weekends, so you almost have the whole floor to yourself. Judging by the size of your speakers, that’s a good thing,” he said.

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Kyle went back to do some more preparation in the kitchen. It was nice having the kitchen so close to the living area or lounge as they call it in the UK and Australia but since he had some really neat looking Italian bar stools we gravitated there to be with him. He was making a salad, cutting a French stick, mixing olive oil and herbs to make a dip for the bread, and grating Asiago cheese. As the water was boiling, he put the spaghetti noodles in the water, bringing it to a boil again. He got me to open the wine. As they cooked, he set the table, lit the candles, and dimmed the Italian lighting over the table. He placed the noodles on the special plates that were deep in the center like bowls, and ladled his meat balls and sauce over. We each grabbed one and Kyle seated us at the table, placing Robb at the head of the table. Kyle sat to his side.

“Guys, pass the bread, oil, salad and cheese around and help yourselves. I hope you like it. Spaghetti is the first thing I ever made, and it got me interested in cooking,” Kyle said.

“Bud, its fantastic. We had breakfast at 7:00 this morning and have done an enormous amount of work today with no lunch,” I said.

Kyle proposed a toast to his sexy new neighbours and I proposed one to having a neighbour that couldn’t be better if we set out to design one. Music was playing softly, somewhere. It was classic rock from the ’70’s and ’80’s and didn’t intrude on our conversation. It was difficult to eat slowly and keep a conversation going because we were so hungry and his meal was fantastic. My spaghetti sucked compared to his. In no time, the two bottles of wine were finished so I offered to go get some more. Nobody tried to stop me so I slipped back to PH1 seeing Raphael working like a dog, with his shirt off. I took two more bottles of wine, noticing Raphael didn’t look happy. He rarely did.

“I dunno man, I don’t think this is gonna work. You cheaped out going with only one rear channel and one speaker for the center channel. It’s a huge screen. I could make it work better with two smaller center channel speakers, freeing up the one speaker for the rear, if you are short of money and trying to save a few dollars, otherwise, you should get another pair of 3.7’s if you want the ultimate,” he said.

“Get me another pair of 3.7’s. I’ll buy them on my credit card and worry about where to find the money when the statement comes in. I don’t want your reputation tarnished because of a less than perfect system, but can you still have it finished by noon tomorrow?” I asked. My sarcasm was lost on him.

“Did Michelangelo have such a time limit when he painted the Sistine Chapel? I’ll do what I can do. I will get something working by then which will still sound better than anything you have ever heard. Don’t get your shorts in a knot, Scott,” he said in his typically blunt way.

He really pissed me off but I knew he was the best. I knew he pissed off everyone so I didn’t take it personally. He also looked amazing without his shirt. He shaved his chest but kept the dark happy trail. He had an ass to die for and a bulge I wanted to squeeze but I presumed he was straight as he said he was recently divorced. Perhaps he would like a soak in the spa when he finished.

I rejoined the party which was getting a little louder, although I heard nothing in my loft.

“How is he getting along? Is he close to finishing?” Jesse asked.

“I think he is doing the fiddly stuff now. You can’t really tell he has done much other than hung the motorized screen. It is perforated so the center channel sound comes through it. At least by doing that, He appears to be installing it where I want it. If he quit bitching he would get more done. He said I need another pair of speakers to make it awesome. The best thing he’s done so far is taken off his shirt,” I said, as I opened another bottle of wine.

“Thanks, pal. I could probably buy it without ID but I’m a guest in your country and don’t want to get caught doing something illegal,” he said.

“I’m going to the liquor store and beer store tomorrow so if a shopping list and some money were to mysteriously appear, I would get it,” I said, winking at Kyle.

He cleared the dishes and moved us to the living area, sitting down with a pad of paper and pen.

“Where is a good place to shop around here Kyle?”

“There’s a grocery store, butcher shop, greengrocer and a bake shop right around the corner just north of the bank. The liquor store is there too. It’s really handy for me because I park my car at the ferry terminal in Rochester and save by just coming over as a passenger. I checked out the shopping before I bought the loft because I didn’t want to have a car here,” he explained.

Robb and Kyle were getting along very well. Robb had his back against Kyle’s chest and his feet up on the sofa. I could almost smell the pheromones. Bambi was working his magic. He did it to me, and I’m very happy he did, dragging me out of the closet and having incredible sex as well. He was proof positive that size doesn’t matter. I still get horny with him around.

Kyle pressed a button on a remote and a flat screen TV arose from the cabinet.

“Sorry guys, I just want to get the score on the soccer game.”

I suspected his stereo was also in the cabinet. After getting the correct channel and finding the information he wanted, the TV went off and glided silently into the cabinet.

“Anyone ready for dessert?”

“Sure,” we unanimously agreed.

Robb helped Kyle in the kitchen. I noticed them having a really intimate kiss in the kitchen. Moments later they brought out profiteroles which was a perfect finish to an incredible meal.

“My compliments to the Chef. When are you opening a cooking school because I’ll be the first to sign up,” I said.

“You are welcome to come over when I’m cooking if you think you might learn something, besides it would be fun,” he said.

Robb had a glow on as he slid his hand up and down Kyle’s hairy inner thigh. Kyle did the same to Robb. I was getting hard watching them.

I went back to check on Raphael. I could hear music faintly when I got to my door. I went in, finding the music was quite loud, inside.

“Hola! Sit down. Tell me what you think.”

He slipped a Narnia movie into the Blu-ray player, pressed the down button on the universal remote, the screen came down, and he pressed play. This movie had the best sound track of any I’ve heard recently. Tonight the sound was awesome, as was the huge sharp picture. I heard sounds that weren’t there before.

“You must be exhausted. Would you like to have a soak with us in the Jacuzzi?”

“Yes, that sounds nice. I hurt my back loading my truck and I think this would make it relax.”

“I can pour you a drink to help you relax too,” I said.

“Sadly, I can’t drink if I have to drive home.”

“Who said anything about you having to go home? There is plenty of space to stay here,” I said.

“In my culture it brings shame to the family when men sleep with men.”

“Only if they find out, besides boys are for recreation and girls are for procreation,” I said.

“Scott, pour me a double. I will stay.”

“Ron y coca-cola?”

“Si, con la cal por favor, Señor Scott!”

I got two large glasses, filled them with ice from the ice maker and poured us each a Cuba Libre Grande, giving one to him.

“To relaxing your back.”

We clinked glasses. He looked happy for the first time. I phoned Kyle to tell him that they should come over now. I put on a DVD of the largest playable pipe organ in the world at Macy’s in Philadelphia. It has close to 29,000 pipes, 6 keyboards and pedalboard and is controlled with around 700 stop switches. The sound is unbelievable, covering a range from sub sonic to 20,000 Hz. If this wasn’t the ultimate test for an audio system, I don’t know what is. We could feel the air moving from the sub-woofers, reproducing the largest 32 foot pipes that went down to 8 and 16 Hz. The boys were impressed.

“Raphael is staying the night and having a soak with us. Any of you guys want to shower with us?” I asked.

“Sure, Kyle and I will,” Robb said.

I left the audio system playing Queens greatest hits and the four of us went to the shower. Raphael looked at the bed with amazement as we passed through but only commented on the plasma TV sitting on the floor beside the fireplace.

“I can install that for you if you want.”

Kyle, Robb and I casually took off all our clothes and Raphael followed our lead but looked like he was going to back out when he got to his well packed undies. He then muttered ‘what the fuck’ or some such comment and dropped the undies too. His pubes were trimmed, balls shaved, and he had a pendulous thick, uncut cock which didn’t surprise me. His bubble butt was as nice bare as it was in his nicely fitting jeans. We all went into the shower, doing a quick cleanup as three of us had showered a couple of hours earlier. Raphael went to town with a cloth and lots of gel. I got some gel on my hands and worked it into his neck and back as he stood there washing his junk, eyes closed and a smile on his face. When we were finished, I turned on the body jets, giving everyone a thrill.

After drying off a little we headed out to the Jacuzzi where we were joined by Danny. Jesse took drink orders after which we all climbed in and turned on the lights, putting Raphael by the most powerful jets to relax his back. The lighting was interesting as it continuously changed colours, and lit up our junk. I turned on the jets bringing another grin to Raphael’s face. Danny was playing footsie with our Latino stud who told us about coming home from work last year to an empty house except for his clothes. On further examination, he discovered she left their joint bank account the same way.

He never had any clue their marriage was in trouble. When they divorced, she was awarded half the house, meaning he had to sell it and get an apartment. This was a big adjustment for a guy who busted his balls working twelve to sixteen hours a day to ensure they had a comfortable lifestyle unlike his humble upbringing in his former island nation. At thirty-three, he had a massive heart attack but bounced back pretty quickly. He admitted he had no friends because he was always working. He was also aware the people he associated with weren’t comfortable with his moodiness.

“You guys are the best. I hate going home to four walls. There is no joy in my life. I think at my age it is not possible to find a life partner but if I do, I want the company of another male. I don’t have Latino friends so fuck what they would think. I want a non-Latino man. Please, you guys, I need your help to find me someone. I put my arm around him and hugged him. He hugged me back.

“Being able to tell us your feelings and needs is a good starting point. Raphael, we know lots of guys. If we invite you to a party, would you be comfortable with so many gay guys?” I asked.

“Call me Raph. Yes but please tell me how I should act. Am I supposed to talk with a lisp? Is it ok to grope any guy? Should I act girly?”

“Raph, just be yourself. Don’t act. I don’t know why some gay guys speak with a lisp. Perhaps it has nothing to do with being gay. If you had a barbeque party, you wouldn’t grope your neighbours. Same thing in gay circles. The girly acting ones are the ones that like to be noticed. Most gay guys aren’t like that. Having said that, I should tell you the six of us, including Vlad and James who aren’t here, and excluding Kyle, the blond who is our neighbour, love each other. We sleep together, we have sex together but most importantly we really care for each other. We are all on the swim team at university. Jesse and I are lovers but that doesn’t exclude making love to the others or having sex with someone we want. It is, even for gays, a very different and unique situation which feels normal for us and we understand if others cannot accept it,” I said.

“Wow, that is very different. I didn’t even know that gay guys felt love like a man and woman do. I guess when I experimented with my friend back home, we were too young for love but we were strongly attracted. Even now, as a man, I think of the times we had together when I masturbate.”

I saw a tear rolling down his face -- proof he was, after all, a human being. Danny saw it too and walked over to Raph, pulling him from a seated position until they were face to face, put his arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Raph hungrily accepted the affection, kissing Danny. They were both hard, and felt each other’s hardness with their hands. Raph had tears streaming from his eyes now but had a beautiful smile on his face.

“Why is this feeling so natural, so wonderful after we have been taught it is so wrong?” Raph questioned.

“I think it boils down to guilt trips, tradition and the Bible but Lynn Lavner, the Jewish Lesbian American comedian said it best.
“There are 6 admonishments in the Bible concerning homosexual activity and our enemies are always throwing them up to us usually in a vicious way and very much out of context. What they don't want us to remember is that there are 362 admonishments in the Bible concerning heterosexual activity. I don't mean to imply by this that God doesn't love straight people, only that they seem to require a great deal more supervision”,”*I said, which got a good laugh from everyone and lightened the mood.

“Is it okay if I kiss all of you?” he asked.

We all nodded our approval and smiled. He pressed himself to each one of us, hugging and kissing us. I found it exciting after lusting after his body for many years when he installed new components for my dad, and was happy to see him smiling for a change. After we kissed, Danny reclaimed him practically having sex in the whirlpool with him. Meanwhile, Robb and Kyle were showing a good deal of affection to each other.

“My bed or yours, Robb?” Kyle asked.

I was shocked after Kyle told me he liked to date before going to bed with a guy. I guess dinner tonight was the date.

“Kyle, it would be selfish of me not to include the boys I love. Would you sleep in our bed and make love to me? I’m sure they want to experience your love too. We will be neighbours for years,” Robb said, as they ground into each other.

“Whatever you guys decide, now is a good time to get out of the Jacuzzi before anyone cums,” I added.


We locked up and turned everything off, then went to break in our new bed. We were all super horny as we didn’t have sex the night before. I had no idea how long Raph and Kyle had gone without. I expected a wild orgy but what happened was very sweet. Naturally we all kissed everybody and explored their bodies with our hands but the more involved we became, the more we separated into couples. Obviously Kyle and Robb fulfilled their desires together as did Danny and Raph. Jesse and I were closer than we had been since professing our love for each other at the cottage. The move had somehow put a damper on our love which we rekindled in the basement of the house this morning as the movers worked above us. We loved being casually touched as we made love as I am sure the others did while they were having new experiences. I was surprised how vocal Kyle became when turned on. The words and sounds he made probably could have made me nut. I could picture him on the field with his guy friends playing soccer and being ‘boysterous’.

Raph was a noisy one too, but he talked and moaned mostly in Spanish. For all we knew he could be saying “your grandmother wears army boots” but it sounded romantic as hell. Jesse and I had a sixty-nine and filled each other’s mouths when he said “te amo”. It was so sweet seeing Raph enjoying loving a boy for the first time since he was young even if he was having trouble getting all of Danny’s ten inches in his mouth. Danny had a darned big mouthful of latino cock to pleasure. Jesse and I winked at each other and decided to help them along. Jesse rimmed Danny and I gave Raph the same experience I’m sure he hadn’t had previously. Less than two minutes of this additional pleasure brought them to a noisy climax, something that turned me on more every time I experienced it.

Robb was lubing Kyle, getting him ready.

I whispered to Raph, “I want you to fuck Robb.”

I rimmed Robb, getting him really wet as Jesse sucked Raph. Robb wiggled his cute ass at Raph who immediately sank his fully retracted uncut cock slowly into Robb. I kissed Robb, telling him to relax and feel the love. Robb, in turn slipped slowly into Kyle. Jesse, Danny and I took turns sucking and kissing Kyle who was really getting off on having his ass plowed. He was also a fabulous kisser. Raph got some more tongue action on his culo. When he got to the te amo part, I stuffed my wet finger up his ass, hitting his prostate, driving him wild. It was like my finger extended to Robb’s and Kyle’s butts as well. There is nothing I love more than seeing a hot guy shoot multiple ropes of hot, thick cum, so with all that action, I had a hands free emission, blowing my load on Jesse’s face, and promptly collapsed on top of them. I vaguely recall we all just stayed in a heap holding on to someones body part. Whose or what wasn’t important.

to be continued ...

 

[Kyanimal]

WOWF!! (That's a "WOW-WOOF"!)

Incredible, Sheep! What more can I say??!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

It soitanly is, Ollie!

Talk about your "welcome to your new home" parties!
Y, un chicano much mas happy than before, too!

 

[sheep]

Chapter thirty-four
Copyright 2011 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected.
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

Previously ....
Jesse, Danny and I took turns sucking and kissing Kyle who was really getting off on having his ass plowed. He was also a fabulous kisser. Raph got some more tongue action on his culo. When he got to the te amo part, I stuffed my wet finger up his ass, hitting his prostate, driving him wild. It was like my finger extended to Robb’s and Kyle’s butts as well. There is nothing I love more than seeing a hot guy shoot multiple ropes of hot, thick cum, so with all that action, I had a hands free emission, blowing my load on Jesse’s face, and promptly collapsed on top of them. I vaguely recall we all just stayed in a heap holding on to someones body part. Whose or what wasn’t important.
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Sleep overcame our consciousness faster than a general anesthetic. The sun was trying to force its way through the blinds on the east windows but only managed to make the room a little brighter. It was bright enough to do a head count. All were accounted for which surprised me a little. I was afraid Kyle may have been a little embarrassed and I was truly shocked that Raph hadn’t bolted during the night, preferring to deny his sexuality again. I hoped there wouldn’t be big regrets when they woke up. I crawled out and headed to the shower. After a quick shave I was greeted with a hug from Raph and a smile from his dark shiny eyes. Oh, good. No awkward moments. We went into the shower and cleaned each other intimately. I didn’t really have a good look at his manhood until now. It was soft when we started the shower but didn’t remain like that very long. It was fairly thick, with a large head and a foreskin that never completely covered it. When he got hard, the foreskin fully retracted, showing his wide oval nine inch tool that looked like he was cut unless you examined the frenulum under his head. It was easy to tell by feeling; the skin glided up and down his shaft easily, which made him moan. I wanted his wide oval inside me so I soaped him up well and did the same to my ass. When I tried to impale myself on him he said “No!” which really upset me. He then soaped my cock and his ass and bent over in front of me. I played with his ass using my hard thick cock which was dripping precum now. I wrapped my arms around his abs and pulled him to me and watched as my cock disappeared inside his ring. My God, he was so tight that I had to go slow to avoid cumming too soon. I was obviously hitting his Spanish button as I had no idea what he was saying. I slowly jerked him while I fucked him. Somehow he managed to turn us around so my ass was against the shower wall then he became a power bottom, slamming his ass over my cock as deep as it could go. He was in complete control now and we were both loving it but I needed to cum. I pulled his hips to me for maximum penetration, moaned loudly and stuck my tongue in his ear as I jerked him off with a tight grip. He made a low sound like an animal and blasted his cum all over the glass wall opposite us while I filled his ass. He kept his beautiful bubble butt pressed against me while I hugged him affectionately. We stood there several minutes watching his load creep slowly down the glass. It was a pity to see it wasted but it was sort of fun to watch all of his swimmers racing to the floor of the shower, ever so slowly. I held him tight until it made its journey and got swept up in the currents of the shower, swirling down the floor drain.

As we finished our shower, the other four came into the room, used the urinal two at a time and when Kyle passed me he gave me a kiss on the lips. Jesse ran his tongue along my teeth and sprang to attention. He could get me hot just by saying hello to me. They all showered together; we finished toweling and got dressed.

“Raph, would you like to stay for breakfast?” I asked.

“I skip breakfast. I’m trying to keep my calories down so I keep my body looking good. Besides that, I want to phone to make sure they have another pair of 3.7’s in stock.”

He used the phone on the bar, found out they were in stock and passed the phone to me for a credit card number.

“I will pick them up now. When I return, I will install them and set up the mic to make the profile for the subwoofers which is stored in them via the USB port. It compensates for the acoustic of the room and smoothes the low end frequency response,” he said.

I got bacon, eggs and hash browns out of the fridge and freezer but made the coffee first. The aroma of bacon cooking wafted upstairs as I didn’t close the doors. It brought four boys whose sexual appetites were satisfied last night. Now we worked on the other kind. I made scrambled eggs, garnished the plates with a slice of a fresh, bright red tomato and served the bacon and eggs while Robb worked on toast. I hadn’t bought any bar stools yet so we sat at the dining table. I got the Vegemite from he cupboard and gave it to Jesse.

“Ripper dude. You told me I couldn’t get it over here,” Jesse said.

“That was based on my never having seen anybody with it and never having seen it in a store but since then, I saw it when I was looking for something else, so happy housewarming,” I said.

“Where is Raph? Has he finished?” Kyle inquired.

“He went to pick up another pair of speakers so I hope the system goes from ‘awesome’ to ‘unbelievable’. He will be back in a little while.”

“Scott, either the bed was really comfortable or I was really comfortable cuddling with Robb. I’m not shy anymore, by the way,” Kyle said.

“I noticed. I think it was a combination of those things, plus letting loose for once. I’m sure the wine didn’t hurt. Let me say we all enjoyed your company and look forward to you joining us for dinner tonight. When we finish eating, I want to go to get a few things including beer a booze. Do you want to come?” I asked.

“For sure. I’ll do a quick change before we go,” Kyle said.

Jeff showed up with a smile on his face, leaving his tools in the foyer. We exchanged hugs. He returned to his truck to bring the materials to re-do the wine cooler.


I phoned Bryan, the designer to ask him about a picture hanging system which would allow moving and rearranging artwork without drilling into the brick.

“I can get that for you. I will email you a website. All I need is a list of the lengths of the sections of walls and I will get back to you with a price. With all the eye candy at your place I will even install it for free, if James will assist me,” he chuckled.

“He comes down from the lake Wednesday evenings and goes back Friday mornings. Can you schedule it for Thursday? I asked.

“It was a joke. Any pair of hands will be fine.”

“I am going shopping now but will check my email when I get back,” I said.

Jesse wanted me to try some Vegemite but it looked like kaka and smelled worse.

“Some other time, babes,” I said.

“Let’s go, Kyle” I said.

“You guys, could you help Raph with the speakers if he gets back before I do?” I asked.

“We will,” Danny said.


Kyle and I went to PH2. He invited me upstairs where his sleeping area was located. The space was large and contained only a queen size bed with two bedside tables and two dressers. There was a large walk-in closet at one end beside his bathroom. I didn’t get a good look at it but it looked cool and clean. The overall look accentuated horizontal lines like the main floor. I noticed a pleasant aroma -- the same one I noticed while performing fellatio on him the previous night. I thought it might be his deodorant but we showered and soaked in the whirlpool. Whatever it was made him smell good enough to eat.

We got into the Stang and after stopping when we exited the parking garage, put the top down. We went to the liquor store which sold a good selection of beer as well. I suggested Kyle put his cash in his pocket and lock his wallet in the trunk. That way he could attempt to buy it. If they asked for ID he could just say he left it at home. We got shopping carts and we both did a good shop. Kyle bought beer and mostly red wine with one or two whites. I needed a couple cases of beer, exhausting their supply of Fourex. I also got some Canadian Rye, single malt Scotch, vodka, and a huge bottle of rum. Kyle checked out first with no problem, then it was my turn. They carded me which wasn’t a problem because I was twenty. I had never been asked before. I told the clerk that a bunch of us had just moved in and we all drank Fourex and there wasn’t any left, except in bottles or I would have purchased 4 cases. We needed cans. He told me to hold on a minute and he would get some from the back. He found one case and told me they would increase the stock automatically and the next delivery was Tuesday. So we took our purchases and got out of the store.

We filled the trunk and made the greengrocer our next stop. I got some fresh baby carrots, the real ones, not the ones made out of big carrots, cut up and tumbled to make them round. They had some great looking Brussels sprouts so I got them too. Displayed, were the most perfect new Idaho potatoes so I put some of those in my basket. The store was a five minute walk at the most so I hoped we could get fresh veggies and fruit to try to stay healthy and make Vlad well again. I picked up some apples, oranges and bananas. Kyle had a bouquet of flowers. Maybe it was flowers I smelled at his place. I dumped all this in the back seat and went next door to the bakery getting a French stick and a loaf of whole wheat still slightly warm from the oven. They sliced it for me and bagged it. They brought some fruit flans from the back that looked terrific so I got one of those too.

We got back in the car and Kyle directed me to the dairy which was only a block away. I ran in and got milk and some French Vanilla ice cream to go with the flan.


“There is a health food store a couple of doors down if you need anything for Vlad. I get all my vitamins there. I can also help you by going grocery shopping with you to get healthy food to help him get better and stay better. I know he’s on your mind,” Kyle said.

“You’ll get to meet him this afternoon when I bring him home from the hospital. I know it’s going to be a challenge but he didn’t want to go through chemo again and I agreed with him. I love him the same as I love the others. I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” I said.

We zipped back to the loft and parked the car. I needed to come up with a better arrangement for hauling stuff from the parking garage, through the outer door, then through another door, onto the elevator, off the elevator and into our loft. Carrying all this stuff sucked. Perhaps one of those bundle buggies would be the answer, as much as I despised them. Eventually we got all our stuff off the elevator which threatened to guillotine four cases of beer but decided after a minute to buzz at us instead. Fook off elevator; we are moving as fast as we can! Kyle dropped his stuff at his door and helped me get my stuff to the door.

“Are you playing soccer today?” I asked.

“No, some of the guys went to a cottage so no more games until Friday but we might have an unofficial practice on Tuesday. Can I hang out with you guys and Raph?”

“You don’t even have to ask that anymore, Kyle. You feel like one of us already so come over anytime, stay as long as you want, sleep with us when you want and go home when you need a break from our polyamorous love.”

Kyle went back to put his stuff away while Robb helped put the food away and Jesse loaded the beer fridge. Raph was hooking up the speakers. Danny walked in bitching about some assholes that took the passenger elevator to move stuff.

“I waited forever for it after taking the freight elevator to the main floor. Finally it came down after the buzzer went off. Some people are really thoughtless.”

“Maybe they were unloading groceries and beer,” I said, turning my glance to Jesse filling the beer fridge.

“Ima shut my mouth and sit in the corner,” he said.

“Come here, porn star and I’ll give you a hug, not a slug.”

He did look cute in pink.

The calmness of the loft was interrupted with a blast of music as Raph diddled around with the audio system. The “media room” looked pretty imposing with eight huge speakers. They were tall and wide but only two inches thick as they were ribbon speakers. Essentially, they didn’t have an enclosure that could colour the sound.

“Scott, I want to fine tune the front speakers. Do you have some good music where you can hear subtle changes? When I move the speakers around there should be a sweet spot where the music sounds like it is coming from a soundstage behind the speakers, not from them.”

I put on a CD of the 1812 Overture by Tchaikovsky complete with digital cannons, and sat in the best listening spot. He moved the speakers out from the wall, closer together, angled them at me, moved them a little apart and bingo -- I was no longer listening to speakers; I was listening to a symphony orchestra. The next part was testing the center channel speakers so we got a movie with lots of male and female dialogue. We both felt the female voice was too ‘crisp’ so he changed the resistors on the speakers. They were perfect during the next trial. Next he sat in the best seat in the house and set the levels of all channels with a sound pressure level meter. Finally he set up the mic and computer and ran a test from several listening positions while the computer was connected to the USB ports of the sub woofers. He then showed me a graph on the laptop screen showing the low frequency with the original and the compensated graphs overlapped. It showed how the frequency response was smoothed out so it was almost flat down to 20 Hz. That's as far as the graph went. The equalization was part of the subwoofer’s amplifiers now.

He disconnected the computer and mic and told me to play something, so I put on the same audio DVD as last night. Last night was awesome. Now it was unbelievable. As much as I wanted to sit and listen, it was time to get Vlad from the hospital. I told Raph I would be back in an hour, hugged all the guys and kissed Jesse. Not one of our usual passionate deep ones, but rather, a simple friendship kiss. I hated driving with a boner. As I was leaving I called Vlad to tell him I was on my way.

“Hurry, I need to nut,” he said.

It was a nice warm mid August day without a cloud in the sky and a beautiful breeze blowing my hair around. Traffic was light going Northbound so I arrived ahead of schedule. The only problem was keeping the Stang close to the speed limit. The car was badass to the core. I knew if I got one speeding ticket, the insurance company would hit me where it hurts; in my bank account.

I walked in to Vlad’s room to find him dressed and sitting in a chair.

“You look good, babes. How do you feel,” I asked.

“Not bad at all. I’m quite a bit better than when I came in. I’ve been walking the halls. There is even a room at the end of the hall on the South side with big screened windows where I can sit to get fresh air and sun. I think I can go because the doctor signed my release so let me get my stuff and we will go to the nursing station,” he said.

We got there just as some monitor was making a flatline sound so I asked the nurse if we should come back to check out. She looked at a piece of equipment, closed her eyes a second and shook her head “no.” She scanned his card and a piece of paper came out of a printer with an appointment to return in a couple of weeks for a blood test. She called for a volunteer to push Vlad in a wheelchair to the door to the parking lot. I carried his overnight bag to the car and, after a hug, helped him in. It was good to see him with a bit of colour. He was so pale the last time I saw him.

Southbound traffic was heavier but we only had one slow-down.
Vlad had a craving for ice cream so we stopped at the dairy and each got a small frozen yogurt cone. He looked so happy to be “sprung” from the hospital. We arrived home in a few minutes, put the top up and parked the car. Vlad got his bag from the back seat and we went up to our loft.

We stood at the door while Vlad waited for me to unlock it.

“It’s your house too and you have a key,” I said.

He removed the key that was hanging from his long neck, inserted it in the lock, turned, and pushed the door open.

“Oh wow! It’s a home, not a house!”

All the guys came running to welcome Vlad home. Raph came over so I made an introduction, telling Vlad he was installing the home theater system. I turned on the Apple TV box, sat Vlad in the best seat and played Coldplay’s “Fix You Cover” by Justin Robinett & Michael Henry. It’s one of those cases where a cover is better than the original. It seemed appropriate since this is what we were attempting with Vlad.

“Like it sounds so good being surrounded by all these speakers, you know?”

“All that sound was coming out of those two speakers,” I said.

“You must be kidding? Look, I have goose bumps on my arms. I’ve never heard a stereo this good,” he said.

“Put your ear up to any of the others. I’m telling you, they aren’t on.”

“I have a huge music collection, can I play them on this?” Vlad asked.

“The easiest thing is to rip them to iTunes on your Mac Book Pro and then you can share them with the Apple TV box, that little black thing on the shelf.”


“Hi guys, hey, you must be Vlad -- I’m Kyle, next door. I hope you haven’t had lunch because I made us all lunch.”

“Great, I ordered but mine never came at the hospital. It wouldn’t have been very good anyway,” Vlad said.

“It sounds like you’re feeling better if you are complaining about the food. When’s lunch ready Kyle?”

“It’s ready now -- come and get it.”

Jeff stayed behind to spray another coat of lacquer on the shelving units but Raph came with us. He was at the head of the table. We had soup and open face “build your own” sandwiches with various cheeses and meat slices, even pickled herring and sour cream which tasted better than it sounds. He even made a plate of deviled eggs. Celery and carrot sticks rounded out the meal. We had milk or V8 juice to drink. It was a tasty meal but none of us felt stuffed. I think Kyle and Raph were playing footsie under the table. The seemed preoccupied and smiled at each other quite often.

“I want to have a shower. Like sponge baths are so gross you know? I haven’t even seen our bed yet,” Vlad said.

I have to measure for a picture hanging system and then perhaps sunbathe nude for awhile. It’s been a busy week,” I said.

“I’ll join you. It will be like the cottage. If I felt more ambitious we could go up to the roof and have a swim, but I need a hand first,” Vlad said, smiling.

To be continued ...


Listen up guys. Do you want me to continue the story? I don't get many comments anymore. Let me know here or by PM.
thanx

 

[DonQuixote]

Just another moving in day at the Penthouse.

Hot shower sex, food, blown away stereo, some essential shopping . . .

I'm enjoying the story, Sheep.

It's been a busy month for people, I think.

 

[sheep]

Just another moving in day at the Penthouse.

Hot shower sex, food, blown away stereo, some essential shopping . . .

I'm enjoying the story, Sheep.

It's been a busy month for people, I think.

Yeah, Hallowe'en month is always crazy busy.

 

[RBRCNDR]

YES, YES, YES and yes I know I am shouting. Sorry to have not posted comments on a more regular basis and YES please keep it UP; I mean continuing. Maybe I mean both, do ya think.
RBRCNDR

 

[RBRCNDR]

Forgot to say, I mean we have got to get Vlad well and the team into the season. RBRCNDR

 

[Kyanimal]

Should you continue this story?! Are you Fucking NUTS??!!!

Um ... let me rephrase that!

Vlad just got Home! Kyle, and Raph, have 'joined' The Team, and Jeff is also still "in house", I think. James is due to arrive anytime, SO, you damned well Better keep this going!!

Don't you DARE leave Us hanging! Well ... "hanging" isn't exactly Possible, reading what you write, if you catch my drift!

SO, Dear Sheep, take your hands off your dick, and get back to massaging that keyboard!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

So, Chaz, it's just barely passable writing?
Is that what you're telling Sheep?!!!
lol.

 

[Kyanimal]

Huh?

I have to admit that my brain is a bit sluggish after having so much fun, at work in "The Kingdom", ALL Night. Butt, Dear Don, after reading what I wrote, a few times, I'm still not quite catching your drift. I'm sure I'm missing something!

However, that isn't what I was trying to say At ALL!

Sheep's writing is Far more than 'passable'! ... that is ... considering what "Animal" has been 'passing' while I've been reading!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

I was just kidding you, Chaz.
You MUST be tired to not have picked up on that!

 

[Kyanimal]

ACK!

Good thing is, I think, there has been a minor earthquake in "The Kingdom". Starting Nov. 21, I'll be on 5 8hr. Days. Sounds nearly "Normal", heh?

SO ... Maybe, just MAYBE, I'll be more adept at picking up on those more subtle innuendos!

HOWEVER ... That doesn't let you off the hook, Sheep! (And, DQ, as editor!)

MORE "Swim Team", Guys!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz