Chapter 50
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Previously …
Collins parked his car out back; they all climbed in my boat and I took off, sitting on the seat back so I could see over the top of the windshield which had misted up with the cool damp evening air. The eerie glow of the instrument panel and GPS, and the navigation lights providing the only illumination. In a couple of minutes I sped up after becoming accustomed to the blackness. It was reassuring to have the GPS with the course entered into it, although we managed without for so many years. Adam put his hand on my leg. I presumed it was a little freaky for them not being able to see where we were going. I put my hand over his, squeezing it to reassure him. When I reached our bay, I pointed out the light on the shore up ahead, which was our cottage. It was a smooth cruise in the Monterey with its fuel injected 4.3 liter V6 engine and dual counter-rotating props. I brought the boat alongside the dock and stopped it.
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“Hey bro, your finally here! Pass me the box,” Aaron said, as Jesse tied us up.
We all climbed out as the sound of James’ boat broke the silence of the night, backfiring a couple of times before the motor finally stopped.
“He brought the luggage with him,” I said, as we welcomed everyone with a hug.
I tied up James’ boat and we unloaded it after introducing him to the twins and Collins, and we took everything up to the cottage.
“We want to do a trial run, setting up our new tent before we actually need it,” Jeff said.
As Jesse grabbed the others a beer, I got a flashlight, flipped on the flood lights at the side and back of the cottage, and took Josh and Jeff to where I figured the best place would be for a tent.
“Man, this is an ideal spot,” Jeff said, as he pulled his new tent from the bag.
“It’s supposed to go up in 60 seconds. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
They both pulled at it, and it popped up. The thing was so easy, they could have done it in the dark and it was only about one minute, not including staking it to the ground. Classified as a four man, it was quite spacious. They had purchased the works: air mattresses, new sleeping bags that could be zipped together to make a big one, a propane lamp and a stove. I suggested they leave the stuff in the cottage until they were ready to go to bed, if, in fact, they wanted to sleep in it at all.
“I’m starving!”
“I know bro. So am I. It’s almost ready,” Aaron said.
Jesse stuffed a rum and Coke in my hand, preparing me for socializing. Collins was on the deck by himself nursing a scotch, so I went out to talk to him.
“You know, I’ve never heard anybody call you by your first name, just Collins or the shortened version, Coll. Why is that?” I asked.
“My first name is Caulfield. My friends call me Caul, short for Caulfield not Coll, short for Collins. I know, my parents were sadistic bastards. Who calls a boy Caulfield? Do you have any idea what it was like growing up and going to school with a name like that?” he asked.
“I’m glad it wasn’t me. We had a fun time today. Turns out Aaron is a good waterskier. I took photos and movies of all of them. We’ll do lots more tomorrow, and James will be around Sunday morning to ski,” I said.
“Come and get it,” Aaron hollered.
Caul, Josh, and Raph got some wine from their overnight bags. I opened a couple of bottles as Aaron served up his lasagnas, one decorated with pepperoni slices. We helped ourselves to Caesar salad and a fresh garden salad and sat wherever we could find a place. The coffee table took care of four; there were four TV trays and the rest of us sat in comfort at the dining table. Gabe sat beside me, complimenting Aaron of the fine Italian food. The way he said it was more like Eatalian. It was cute. Hell, he was cute.
“Aaron, this is fantastic. Why is it so much better than mine?” I asked.
“Because I made it, but you are an incredible skier,” he said.
Fair enough. At least I was happy he didn’t apologize for his own cooking like I often do. He had no reason to do that.
“What’s in that box that Adam guarded with his life?”
“It is just a little, how you say, something from Patisserie Aaron I made last night and early this morning. Il est pour que mes amis apprécient ! It is for my friends to enjoy! It’s our dessert tonight” he said with a convincing French accent.
I looked at Vlad. He smiled at me giving me a wink.
“It is Gateau Saint-Honoré. This classic French torte is named after St. Honoré, the patron saint of pastry chefs. It’s not a cake-based confection; this torte has a puff pastry base, topped by pastry cream and whipped cream, surrounded by profiteroles dipped in caramelized sugar, their sugary tops resembling the halos of saints. The only way I managed to make it was because I made the puff pastry early in the week. That alone takes several hours not including an overnight stay in the fridge while it does its thing. Mom taught me how to make puff pastry. Most people think of it as a pain in the ass and buy the ready-made crap from the store but for me, it’s my way of showing people how special they are to me. If you have the mindset that anything less than perfect is alright, stay away from French cuisine, because it will show.”
He carefully opened the heavy carton, removing crumpled up newspaper used as insulation, then removed four freezer packs that were keeping it chilled. Finally he removed the cake box, opening it with a flourish as our jaws hit the floor. Vlad put his arm over my shoulder.
“If it tastes half as good as it looks, he’s got the right stuff,” he whispered.
“Just like when I said you should be teaching Fashion Design 101, I think Aaron should be teaching at least the Patisserie portion at Le Cordon Bleu,” I said.
I grabbed my camera and took several shots. The boys cleared the dirty dishes off the tables. Not a smidgen of the lasagna or either salad remained. Aaron cut the cake into 16 portions which was easy as he made 16 profiteroles, one for each of us with one left over. It was so beautiful, we all waited until Aaron took his first bite. It was quite rich, being made with butter, whipped cream, chocolate and caramelized sugar but was delightfully light. We attempted to stretch out the time from when we first tasted it, until we had the last fork full, to marvel at all the fine flavors and textures, but soon enough, we all finished.
“There is one piece left over which I want Caul to have. If it wasn’t for our chance meeting, there wouldn’t….sniff….have….sniff….”
Aaron buried his face in Caul’s chest, sobbing softly. He was joined by Adam, his twin: the three of them had a group hug. All of them softly wept, but they were tears of joy, because Collins trusted his instincts when he met the boys and saved them from needless self-destruction.
“Aaron, I know you have come to grips with your past by telling Scott. Adam, it might be good for you to tell the others how we came to meet. You need to let go of the past, confront your worst nightmare, and move on with our new friends who obviously love you both very much. I also think you should give Scott the extra piece because I won’t burn it off sitting behind my desk,” Caul said.
In spite of the gravity of the subject, Caul’s exit from the discussion with some levity was really appreciated. Aaron came over, gave me a hug and took my plate, refilling it.
“You should probably give Vlad a hug too,” I said.
Kyle pulled the cork on the Akvavit.
“In Norway, we call this Aquavit, or ‘water of life.’ I think this would be a good way to celebrate life with our new friends. Whoever wants some, come to the bar.”
“Just keep pouring until you run out of glasses, Kyle. We need to kickstart this party. I want the twins to tell all of us their story. It’s pretty awful, but they need to get past it and I believe talking about it will help,” I said.
I took the first two glasses to the twins, then got more for Jesse, Vlad, Caul and me. Our other friends wandered over and helped themselves.
“To life; however it hits us, with hard work or luck, we have to make the best of it. As Coach says, “Pain is weakness leaving the body”,” I said, raising my glass.
“Who all would like to see Aaron become a famous chef?” I asked the group.
“We all would!” they cheered.
“Me too,” said Aaron.
“Then it’s all settled,” I said.
“Whoa, what’s settled?” Aaron asked.
“If you are going to be a famous chef, we need to send you to a famous school,” Vlad said.
“Caul, what are they talking about?”
“I have no idea. What’s going on, Scott? Do you think Aaron should take a cooking course at George Brown College here in the city?”
I pointed to the twins empty glasses and Kyle brought the Akvavit over and refilled them.
“Caul, think higher. Aaron, have you heard of Le Cordon Bleu Culinary School?” I asked.
“Of course I have. it’s in France.”
“Vlad and I were talking today. I felt both you and Adam, given the opportunity, could plan now for successful careers. Cordon Bleu’s North American school is in Ottawa. Vlad has a condo there which he was thinking of selling, and made the offer to let you use it for the duration of the course. I knew it wouldn’t fly being away from your twin, but there’s an excellent university in Ottawa called Carleton. We would both like to see Adam enrolled in a Bachelor of Commerce program and work towards an MBA. If his grades are really good, he can transfer to U of T next year and get a scholarship. Vlad and I are prepared to offer you both a student loan, interest free until six months after you graduate, then it would be a low interest rate pegged to the bank prime rate. The same goes for Adam. If you are capable of turning out Gateau Saint-Honoré before stepping foot into the school, and if you are driven to succeed, and if we made the correct assumption that fine cuisine is something you want to pursue as your profession, tell us now and we will get right on it. The course runs ten months with three short breaks, starts in October, and ends in July. Normal college for Adam starts in about a week and gets out in May but more likely he wouldn’t be able to start until January. He could take credits too, next summer, so you finish at the same time,” I said.
“There is a master bedroom with an en-suite and walk-in closet as well as two other bedrooms and a four piece bath, a powder room, large living area, kitchen and laundry. You could rent those bedrooms out and make enough for the taxes, maintenance, internet, cable, food, transportation, entertainment…the works. Because we only discussed this today, we don’t know if either of you could get in. We need to check that out. The other thing we obviously haven’t discussed is its impact on Caul. I guess we wanted to gauge your reactions to this before we go any further,” Vlad said.
Robb and Josh loaded the dishwasher and ran it through. Jeff fiddled with tying a mantel on the propane lantern, but nobody missed a word, I’m sure.
“We’re in shock. We can’t believe you guys have so much faith in us. I guess we could come up with a hundred reasons why we shouldn’t but their sum total wouldn’t be equal to the one reason we should. Caul, would you hate on us if we went away for a year?” Adam asked.
“Boys, I’m in shock as well. I had no idea. I haven’t had any luck finding you a job with another bank. I might have better luck with the downtown Ottawa branch manager getting you in as a teller, part time, if you are enrolled in B Comm. I know him well. Besides the train to Ottawa takes about the same time as a plane, it’s downtown to downtown and you save the hassle of the security check. That’s the way I travel to Ottawa. It’s quiet, relaxing and you can plug in your laptop,” Caul said.
The twins ran around the room kissing everybody in sight.
“Wow, I can’t believe you liked my pastry that much!” Aaron said.
“It goes well beyond the pastry, babes. I saw a chef working in my kitchen when you made the lasagna. You are efficient, clean, you have a great outlook. Even your posture when you stand at the counter doing food preparation -- there are so many little things I’ve observed like your excellent French pronunciation which can’t hurt if you wish to become a French chef,” I said.
“Silly, we both took French immersion, besides, mom’s mother is from Québec so we speak French and joual, which accounts for why we both laugh when we see a Buick LaCrosse because it means Buick ‘jerking off’ in Canadian French,” Aaron said.
Judging by the volume of the laughter, it was proof that everybody was listening.
“Why don’t we move this party out to the fire pit with the cooler and Vlad’s transportable stereo?” I suggested.
Jesse filled the cooler with cold beer. As the others prepared for the great outdoors, I went out and lit the fire and collected some citronella candles to light the way to the fire as it was pretty rocky. I didn’t want anyone tripping. There was plenty of seating on old felled trees that had the top third ripped off with a chainsaw giving a somewhat level seating surface. Luckily there was no wind so none of the guys got smoked out with the fire. I had a garden hose run out from the cottage if things got out of hand.
The twins were at their very best, making a point of giving me and Vlad lots of attention. They had a zillion questions, few of which we could answer. At this stage of the game, we didn’t even know if we could get them in this year. If not, there was always next year. The important thing was that we made the offer; if they ever feared not being loved, it vanished that night. They spent lots of time with Collins, too, and figured with all the bank holidays, and the three breaks between parts of the course, they wouldn’t have to wait long to be together for some weekends. They were both so lovable with me and Jesse, it struck me as this might be one of those cuddling nights rather than a hard ass-pounding one. It’s all good.
“Unless you’ve burned off a mantel on a Coleman lamp, I’ll show you how to do it, Jeff,” I said.
“Glad you told me. I woulda turned on the gas and lit it.”
I took it back inside the cottage, took the globe off, trimmed the strings with the scissors and got the wooden matches. We went on the porch, I struck the match and fanned the flame back and forth across the bottom, burning off the fabric.
“It stinks when that’s happening so I do it outdoors. We’ll let it cool down, replace the globe, screw it back into the propane tank and open the valve a bit applying the match to the underside of the lamp housing. Notice how the big mantel became so small after it burned? It also became pretty fragile. It’s a good idea to pack this thing carefully, otherwise the mantel will turn to dust. Always have spares with you when you go camping. You can get the propane cylinders almost everywhere but the mantel you need is always the one that’s out of stock,” I said.
“I know you really like Aaron. I guess it goes without saying he likes you just the same,” Jeff said.
“It’s strange, but we became close very quickly. They want a four way love arrangement with me and Jesse. I don’t know how that’s going to work. They love each other but want their love to include two other lovers. They picked us. I don’t know what will happen when they go to Ottawa. I guess we will just play it by ear. We can only try our hardest,” I said.
“I wanna hear what happened to them. I don’t wanna be nosy but we both like them and want to know more about them,” Jeff said.
We joined the party, where Danny was tending the bonfire. Vlad had some Joan Baez playing not too loud on his boom box. I gave him a big hug, thanking him for his support, and just held on to him. If there was a Scott’s fan club, I think Vlad would be its president. It gave me a good feeling.
“We made a pair of boys feel like they were king of the castle tonight. The Canadian Government should be thanking us. Look at the hundreds of thousands of dollars they will get as a result of these guys earning a good living, and not being a drain on the system,” Vlad said.
“Only you could see it from that perspective. Guess that comes from living in Ottawa,” I chuckled, over the increasing din of the party.
“Hey Adam, Would you guys be comfortable telling us your story, like how you met Caul Collins or is it something that will give you a nightmare?” Jeff asked.
“Course not, Jeff. Aaron told Scott the whole story and I think most of you heard a little, so why don’t we freshen our drinks and we will start at the beginning?”
“Before you do, would it be too much to ask if I could make a movie of you both telling the story with the fire in the background, lighting you only with Jeff’s lantern?”
“No problem. It’s fine with me,” Adam said, “and me too,” Aaron added.
I dashed in and got the portrait lens, camera and tripod and a fresh battery and empty memory card. I set it up and ran a short test which produced acceptable results. Vlad turned off the music. I gave them their cue and started the camera.
Adam told the story right from the beginning, how they had a happy childhood until their dad died. They alternated speaking at every highlight. I didn’t do anything fancy with the camera. This was just to be a documentary. Perhaps nobody would ever see it. From what I recall of Aaron’s talk with me, it was right on, not word for word, and definitely not rehearsed, but it was essentially the same story. Through some parts they had an arm over each other’s shoulders; other times they held hands. For the really dramatic parts they hugged and couldn’t speak they were so choked up with emotion. I let the camera keep rolling. The audience was uncomfortable when they were getting step-dad to stop strangling their mother, and downright enraged at the antics of the investigating officers at the police station. I heard Robb crying at the point the nasty old lady wouldn’t allow them to be in the same bedroom.
The heavy emotion started when they ran into Caul, trying to bum some money to buy razor blades. They both broke down at the point where they revealed the reason for the blades. Everybody was crying now; Jesse, Kyle, James, even Jeff. Raph was pretty emotional; Gabe was unconsolable. I was blubbering like I did the first time I heard it. Eventually the story resolved itself with Collins offering them his guest room for the time being.
They briefly touched on their lives since moving in with Caul, and Adam getting a job at the bank, while Aaron connected with some friends of Cauls in the building and did some housecleaning for them.
“Then my brother met some of you guys in Cauls office and we got to know you socially. You guys have been great. What you proposed tonight is unbelievable, and we think that by telling you the sordid details of our last few years, although pretty emotional for all of us, it’s possible we can put it all behind us. We are still pissed off at mom for lying to the police but we want to move beyond that some day, hopefully soon,” they said, as I turned off the camera.
I saw Vlad dash into the cottage and return with his guitar and some music. He sat in front of them while he tuned the guitar.
“Adam, Aaron, I’m singing this to you. Scott wanted to do it but can’t play guitar and sure as hell can’t sing so he provided me with the URL and I took it from there,” Vlad said.
youtube.com/watch?v=OT41ER7Qgh0&feature=youtu.be
I turned on the camera again.
“He wanted to do it for me when I was sick in the hospital. It’s from the old TV series, ‘Queer as Folk’. I used to watch reruns when my parents were out. It’s by Pink, and this is for all of you because you’re all….”
Fuckin Perfect ©Pink 2010
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, this place, misunderstood
Miss “knowing it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how we all made it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough
I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I’ve seen you do the same
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
Yeah, Ooh, Oh baby pretty please
Pretty pretty please
Don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less than,
fuckin’ perfect
Pretty pretty please
If you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing you’re
Fuckin’ perfect, to me
You’re perfect
You’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fucking perfect, to me
Our way of dealing with so much emotion was to hoot, holler, and cheer, hoping that none of the others noticed we were all crying enough to put out the bonfire. I turned off the camera, and asked Vlad if he wanted something alcoholic. He asked for a Bloody Caesar which I made for him, after putting the camera’s battery on charge. I made myself a strong rum and Coke, too. It was bladder emptying time, so, one by one, most of the guys came in for a pee. They say a group of women living together will eventually coordinate their periods which was a more horrifying thought than a bunch of heavy drinking swim team guys synchronizing their urination. Some got something stronger to drink. Gabe wanted a vodka and Coke. The twins asked if there was any more ‘Water of Life’ so I refilled their glasses as well, taking the opportunity for a group hug.
“Vlad, you did a terrific job of the song. I was all choked up. maybe we can get on my laptop tomorrow and see what all is needed for the twins. If you want, we can email you the URL’s because I have that meeting with my advisor after a brief meeting with our lawyer Monday morning. Next week is going to be a busy one. Tuesday I need to pick up the computer equipment. Danny moves in Wednesday. Our desks arrive, John the butcher is coming over in the evening. Thursday I’ll take you back to the hospital for blood work, and Dino is coming to hookup all the computers and setup my old computer as a server. Just think, we could load all of our movies and tunes in it. Friday, Josh and Jeff are going camping. I’m having second thoughts about doing the terraces in cedar,” I said.
“Wish I had my drivers license so you wouldn’t have to take me to the hospital,” Vlad said.
“Hey, I’m supposed to be your partner. Cars are a waste of money. Besides, I insist on being with you. I’ll take you. It’s settled,” I said.
Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to get more photographic equipment? You need lighting. That roll of paper for a backdrop is tacky. Why don’t you get the guys to build a cyclorama in the corner? Every studio I’ve modeled in has one. You could build that, upgrade your camera and get some decent lighting and you would be spending money to make money,” he said.
“Actually, I’ve been bookmarking lighting equipment and a couple of sites that show how to build a cyclorama. Even though I put in heavy duty wiring, some of the new lights are either LED or compact fluorescent and are dim-able. They would save overheating the place if i had a big shoot going on,” I said.
“I’m glad we had this talk. We should use each other more often as a resource,” he said.
“We need to join the party before I use your ass as a resource, Vlad.”
“You know I wouldn’t stop you!”
“Me, Jesse, and the twins are supposed to be intimate this weekend. I know I won’t have enough for four,” I said.
“Say no more, Scott.”
We hugged for awhile, knowing we both wanted it, but put it on hold, and returned to the party which was in full swing. Having the cottage away from everybody on an island had advantages: nobody would complain about the noise.
Gabe was sitting between Raph and Robb, who were being affectionate with the boy. I noticed Raph spoke to Gabe in Spanish. Ryan and Kyle were talking one on one. When Danny wasn’t tending the fire, he had a hand on a log in James’ jeans. James found a bigger one in Danny’s pants. I had lots to drink and I get horny when I drink, so I squeezed in between Jesse and Aaron. Jesse had Adam on his other side to keep him hard and warm. Caul and Vlad went back inside. Jeff and Josh were inflating their air mattresses with a battery operated pump.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I got Jesse standing and undid his jeans, spit on my hand and started giving him a slow stroke. That was the signal to the twins. Aaron pulled his brother’s pants down and swallowed the thick cut cock that Jesse had been rubbing through Adam’s pants.
“Fuck this. I want to see how many times I can shoot tonight. If you guys go away, we better get as much loving in as possible. Guys, we are heading off for some togetherness. Sleep wherever and with whomever. Last guy turns off the bonfire and lights,” I said, as the four of us headed to the cottage.
We decided on my room with the king bed. I stripped Aaron while Jesse took care of Adam, who removed my clothes while Jesse was undressed by Aaron.
“The cream filling in the dessert was very tasty, but I want what comes out of these,” I said as I stroked the twins huge schlongs.
“Let’s get in bed and service whoever,” Jesse suggested as he glided his hand up and down his own very wet cock.
“We want to do everything with both of you. Scott, I want to watch you making love to my twin,” Aaron said.
I got the lube and the ‘Aaron shaped dildo’ from my bag, but decided to use saliva to lube Adam’s perky bum. While I was doing that, Jesse got my cock nice and slippery. I lay on my back with the dildo under my ass getting it warm.
“Stop, Jesse. I’m so close. I want to blow this load deep inside Adam. Go fuck Aaron. Lick his ear and tell him how much you love him, but be noisy and fuck him hard. He loves that,” I said.
Meanwhile I got Adam on his tummy and gave him a big squirt of lube, which I worked in well. I was very generous with the lube on the Aaron dildo.
“Do you want me to fuck you rough like Aaron does, hm?”
“Slam it in, baby doll. You know I like it rough -- the rougher the better,” he said.
I was jerking the dildo marveling how good it felt in my hand, then I slowly pushed it in his ass while I made moaning sounds. I was careful not to injure him but he demanded I fuck him harder.
“The times you’ve fucked my twin have made you an excellent fucker. Keep it up and I might shoot without touching myself.”
“i’m gonna ram my big cock into you hard and fast until you shoot, Adam,” I said.
“Jesse, Your cock is making me wild. Fuck me deep and cum inside me to make me shoot,” Aaron said.
We were all moaning loudly and reaching over to touch each other.
“Let’s switch this up a notch. Aaron, shoot your load in Scott and I’ll shoot mine in Jesse,” Adam said.
I grinned to myself, thinking these arrangements sounded ideal. Unfortunately, when I started to remove the dildo from Adam, I inadvertently hit the ‘on’ switch and it started vibrating, making Adam blow so much cum, we were all saturated.
“Keep fucking me with it. Maybe I can have two orgasms in a row. I was going to say it felt exactly like my bro.”
I used my mouth to assist Adam in his second of the night. It didn’t take long to get my mouthful, which I shared with Aaron and Jesse. We finished the fuck fest with me topping my Jesse while Aaron had his way with my ass and Adam stuffed faux Aaron in Aaron’s hole. Not only did he give me an incredible fucking but I gave Jesse one of my better fucks. Aaron, I guess was the winner, giving a perfect fuck with a perfect cock while he himself got fucked by a battery driven duplicate of his own cock. He came with so much force, I did the same in Jesse, and finished him off with my fist.
We were overheated from the activity and coated with man juice so we slipped out the front door, down the stairs and jumped in the lake. We helped give each other a bath and a hard-on, which went away when we got out of the water into the cool night air. That was the incentive to rush back to bed and cuddle. I was the meat in the twin sandwich and longed to sleep, but moaning and other noises kept that from happening.
It sounded like Gabe was screwing Robb. It gave my dick a twitch, but I was well taken care of and totally satisfied, cuddling with two beautiful twins. I needed to sleep so Vlad and I could do some searching on the internet and hopefully get our ducks in a row for the twins tomorrow. Silence finally returned, and we drifted off to sleep.
to be continued
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