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Chapter sixty-eight
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previously
“If you were thinking about it before, don’t put it on hold. You love each other, and I see no reason why you shouldn’t make the big commitment. Vlad, you are feeling pretty good. I’m still very positive and will never give up on you. I’m 100% positive that Ryan feels the same way, so, what are you waiting for?” I asked.
Vlad crawled over me and put his arms around Ryan. “Will you marry me, Ryan?”
“Nothing could make me happier so, like, yes!” Ryan said, and then immediately burst into tears.
Vlad gave me one of those “what’s happening?” looks, so I shrugged my shoulders, returning the puzzled look, rolling my eyes.
“Ryan, let’s talk in the library,” I said, as I grabbed some tissues for him.
“Scott, I want to think you have a rabbit up your sleeve. You seem to forget that Vlad’s dying.”
“You are the rabbit. I take him to the doctor who casually tells me that Vlad’s going to die but he gives me some notes about vitamins and stuff. I’ve been doing so much research which agrees with what the doctor told me, but what I’ve found is much more specific. For instance, the doctor said to take vitamin D so I bought a bottle. It is 450 IU strength. Vlad’s serum level of 25-hydroxyvitamin D3 should be 40 to 60 nanograms per milliliter and that would require him to take 10,000 IU daily. It’s half life is 60 days so he could take much larger doses initially to get his serum level to 40 to 60. In fact he would be safe to take it as high as 125. The other part of this is sunshine. He has been getting a half hour most days. To create the same effect as 10,000 IU, he needs an hour of sun a day between 11:00 AM and 1:00 PM during the period of one month before and after the summer solstice. In fact, if your shadow appears taller than you, the sun isn’t strong enough. That window was gone before he started, so we wasted a few weeks thinking we were fixing him but in fact, we were doing very little. The same goes for the rest of the advice. He could eat broccoli or cabbage every other day instead of once in awhile. He needs fresh fruit daily and no sugar or starchy veggies like potatoes or rice. Cancer feeds on sugar and starches,” I said.
“Why I am the rabbit?”
“He needs a few really close friends in his life who he can lean on for support. Vlad knows I’m there for him and he loves you. The very best thing you can do to get him through this is to prove how much you love him. It will give him a reason to live. He has indicated to me that it would be the greatest thing in the world if it happened. Sorry that I blurted it out without talking to you first,” I said.
“So are you saying that you have renewed confidence between the vitamins, and me proving my love to him that it will be a positive impact on him? I know it would be a miracle if he was cured, but I’d do it just to make his life better for however long he’s got. If it’s a cure, well then, that’s a bonus.”
“Ryan, it’s like I’m walking a tightrope. All I can say is that I’m very confident, but if it ends badly, I’m going to be the bad guy here, and you will hate me for building up your hopes,” I said.
“I wish we lived together. It would be weird being married to Vlad and only see him at swim practice, but I don’t have any money. My summer job pays for my university and running my car. While I’m in school, I don’t have to pay room and board,” Ryan said.
“I’d like to talk to our loft-mates to see if they’d be comfortable having you as a roommate. If there are no objections, I’ll talk to Vlad. I’d waive the rent if Vlad could toss some shekels in the cookie jar to feed you, but nobody else is to know, okay?”
The dam burst again. This time, I put my arms around Ryan.
“You know that you guys can have the other bedroom if you need privacy once you get married?”
“We had a long talk while driving to and from Ottawa. We talked about getting married some day. We also talked about what we would do if Vlad was still living here and agreed that we would still want to sleep with you guys, and play around like we do now, like we agreed 100%, and unless that’s a flashlight that you are pressing against my abs, I think you want it to remain the way it is,” Ryan chuckled.
I bent over and gave him a kiss on the head.
“You don’t know how much I wanted to slide that kiss all the way down your shaft, but it must be about time for swim practice, besides, I’m sure Vlad’s wondering what’s going on in here,” I said.
“I shouldn’t be horny, but Scott, I want us to get off, just the two of us. Sorry but I feel very close to you right now.”
Mother nature had us ready before we even decided to do it. We sucked a bit, but mostly gave each other hand jobs. I swear, every time I look at Ryan, he becomes even more handsome in that ‘lifeguard boy next door’ kind of way.
“Let’s sixty-nine on the floor and try to time our orgasms perfectly,” Ryan said.
We sucked, rubbed each other’s balls, tickled taints and played with each other’s holes. My balls sucked up when I felt Ryan’s doing it. We gulped each other’s joy juice, being careful to clean up well, then sealed it with a kiss.
“I don’t foresee many occasions where Vlad and I will sleep in the other room. The sex between you and me is sensational, but I must tell you, we both love you on an emotional level as well. I needed to tell you that,” Ryan said.
“I guess I have strong emotional ties to all the guys living here. Maybe I come across as being too clingy, but the truth is that you guys are all I have; we are family and you all came to me by different routes. Vlad was in the hospital when I told him about a discussion I had with your uncle Ted, and that you would be coming to the loft to discuss getting on the team. Vlad could see the wheels turning in my filthy mind. The important part of that was that Ted trusted us enough to toss his nephew into a pit of carnivores. Ted was the last person in the world I figured would be gay positive, as I used to find him intimidating,” I said.
“Do you think he would consider being part of the wedding party?” Ryan asked.
“Personally, I don’t think you could keep him away. I’m sure he would consider it an honour because he is crazy about you, but I will leave all that up to you and Vlad, because I don’t know if your dad’s nose would get out of joint. You guys get together and tell me where you want to have it, and all the details,” I suggested.
“Perhaps we will take you up on the offer of the other bedroom tonight because I have a feeling we will talk all night. There is just one more thing that I want to be absolutely clear about. I don’t want Vlad’s money, I want Vlad, so I won’t be offended if he insists on a pre-nup. All I want from him is his love, and his help paying for food so I can live here with him. He told me that he considers you his business partner,” Ryan said.
“I think we have been fucking the afternoon away. We are supposed to be at swim practice. Let me call Jesse,” I said.
“Mate, if you are still in shape for a swim, tell me and we will meet you there at six…. Oh good…. Okay, I’ll ask Danny or the twins if they have an extra Speedo, and I’ll call Robb too. See you then.”
“Brad wants to swim with us but needs a swim suit. We need to get ready,” I said.
Vlad, Danny, and the twins were asleep on the bed so we launched ourselves onto Vlad and Danny, waking them up.
“Time for our swim practice. Danny, grab another towel and Speedo for your little gymnast friend because he wants to swim with us today.”
I texted Robb asking if he wanted a ride to the pool but he texted back that he was hoofing it over right now. We all got dressed and left the twins watching television, and trucked over to the Athletic Center. The pool was empty so we got our two hours in without interruption. Brad looked good in Danny’s old small swimsuit, bulging at all the right places. Vlad held up pretty well but was happy to jump into the icy plunge pool a couple of times, to reduce inflammation. A brief shower got some of the chlorine off, then we dressed and headed for home.
“I know I’m going to be a hurtin’ unit by the morning. The muscles used for gymnastics and swimming are pretty different, and swimming is way more repetitive. That said, I’m glad I won’t be practicing the iron cross or a back uprise cross and then pulling to a maltese tomorrow,” Brad said.
“Oh Brad, I want to see you on the rings so bad, I’m sure I’ll get a boner,” Danny said.
I said nothing, but moved the tilt wheel up a notch.
We came home to a very clean loft courtesy of Adam and Aaron, and a meal partly prepared. Vlad and Ryan went out to the deck.
“Cinderella, you didn’t have to do all that. I hoped you would just take some time off, relax, and perhaps start packing,” I said, as I gave Aaron a lateral hug.
“We did the laundry, packed what we could, and kept busy to keep our minds off going away,” Adam said.
We were interrupted by the phone.
“PH1, how may I direct your call?” I asked.
“Very funny, It’s Kyle and I miss you guys already. What’s new with everybody? Has Brad burned my loft down yet?”
“We just got back from swimming and Brad went with us. We came straight in here so I can only confirm that your door is still there. The twins got to see their classic Corvette today, Brad and Danny appear to be an item, I rented the twins’ condo for a year, so, all in all, everything is coming up roses. Any news on soccer?” I asked.
“I made the team in spite of the fact I wasn’t playing on a team during the summer, so I’m going to have to practice like crazy. The other strange thing is being surrounded by people talking with an accent, but I will adapt. I’m moving into residence tomorrow, the semester starts next week, and I miss Toronto already,” Kyle said.
We passed the phone around so everyone got to say hello to Kyle. I thought of all the changes in his life in a few days and decided he’ll be fine. He is rock solid. As for myself, less so.
I got everyone together to see how they felt about Ryan moving in. As I suspected, everyone was supportive. I went up to the library and called James who was about ready to have dinner with Jeff and Josh. He supported the idea but wanted to know what was happening.
“I think there’s something you aren’t telling me, Scott.”
“It would be good for Vlad to have Ryan living with him. They haven’t had a chance to talk about it but I’m sure they will tonight,” I said.
“I don’t need to know the back story but I’m available if they need a flower girl. Am I close?” James asked.
“You couldn’t be closer but keep it on the down low until they make an announcement. You might also want to put some clothes on so you don’t catch a cold. Don’t forget to get the money from your dresser to give to Jeff when you get home on Monday,” I said, before I ended the call and shut down the video surveillance feed and the computer.
I was happy that James was being a good host in my absence.
Aaron handed over the shark steaks to Jesse to toss on the grill as he got the rest of the meal ready. It came as no surprise that the meal was wonderful, and the shark was so tender, it could be cut with a fork. The Pinot Grigio was a great complement to the meal.
After dinner we watched a Youtube video on vitamin and alternative cures for leukemia. It was interesting, but after a full day, including a couple of hours of swimming, and the wine, we were all too pooped to participate. Danny and Brad went next door to do God knows what to each other. We had a pretty good idea what it was, though. Robb decided to stay up in case Dino came online. Naturally Vlad and Ryan excused themselves to sleep in the other room tonight “if that’s okay”. I gave them both a kiss and a wink. Jesse looked at the twins like a bull looks at a matador before a fight, with the exception of kicking up dirt with a hoof. There wasn’t any dirt. The twins looked to me to save them from being ravished; I gave them a duplicitous grin.
“Whatever shall we do, brother?” Aaron said to Adam.
“Enjoy it. It’ll be a long cold winter in Ottawa.”
“You guys feel like a soak and another glass of wine?” I asked.
“If you think you can ply us with alcohol, You’re right! Let’s soak,” Adam said.
It was unusual having lots of space to spread out, so we used it. There were two, full length, body conforming ‘benches’ which Jesse and I claimed and pulled Aaron and Adam on top of us.
“It’s fun laying here with the pressure of a big bulge pressing against my hole,” Aaron said.
“I can feel it all the way over here,” Adam said.
We both lightly massaged whatever areas we could reach which got us in the mood for some nibbling.
“Do you wanna tell Jesse?” Adam said.
“Be my guest,” Aaron replied.
“Jesse, we were going through some mental notes and we can’t recall double penetrating you. Assuming we will get out of here fairly early Monday morning, which would preclude having sex on Sunday night, we decided that tonight’s the night. However, we want to share your rump with Scott. That way your #1 man will be in you through the entire process. How does that sound?” Adam asked.
“Is there an upside to this? Like do Scott and I get to pound the hell out of you, too?” Jesse asked.
“Sounds fair to me,” Adam replied.
Apparently Robb and Dino made contact because Robb was jerking up a storm in front of his laptop to the sound of Dino fapping and moaning.
We quickly undressed and got into bed expecting to do the DP dirty, but Jesse wanted to know more about Ryan moving in. The twins wondered if they were being replaced.
“It’s not possible to replace you guys, so get that out of your head. I had a long talk with Ryan, who is crazy about Vlad, and wants to take their love to the next plateau, sort of the way Jesse and I have. I expect the two of them will pull an all-nighter talking about it,” I said.
“Is Ryan prepared for the worst-case scenario? Because if he isn’t, it will be a huge let-down if things don’t go well.” Jesse asked.
“He’s fully aware of the pitfalls, but also of the benefit to Vlad of being his fully committed spouse. Oops, I didn’t intend to tell you that, but I told Ryan the best thing he could do is marry Vlad. That naturally brought us to having him move in,” I said.
“They are going to get married?” Aaron asked.
“That’s the idea. It’s really important for Vlad to have close friends he can lean on during this ordeal, and tell me who could be closer?” I asked.
“They will make the cutest couple. I’ll miss doing sexy stuff with them,” Adam said.
“Ryan said that he would still be allowed to have sex with me,” I lied.
“Screw you!” Aaron said.
“That’s not fair. I knew this arrangement was too good to last,” Jesse said.
“It was a joke. Cool your jets.”
“Fuck you,” Jesse said.
“Doesn’t anyone have a sense of humour?” I asked.
“Guess not,” Adam said.
“I guess I’ll just jerk off then sleep,” I said.
“Does that mean my ass won’t be shredded tonight? Jesse asked.
“No, because we are going to double fuck you,” Aaron and Adam chuckled.
“I want to cuddle with you guys. Our emotional connection needs to be strong because you guys are going away for so long. If sex happens, it happens, but I need the memory of your soft lips pressed against mine as our tongues play,” Jesse said to us.
Jesse got the cuddling he wanted but, once again, the twins were too irresistible, and got Jesse all worked up. I confess that I was more than a little worked up, which happens more frequently after a hard workout. Jesse was too, as he played ‘wide receiver’ to me and Aaron, followed by me and Adam loving Jesse together. We were gentle with him because the sensation was so awesome we had to go slow to keep from shooting. Finally Jesse gave us the word that he was ready for anything. Adam was the one doing the pounding and it felt so good, I couldn’t hold back any longer and blew all my jism inside Jesse.
Soon after, I was rotated out of the DP, being replaced by Aaron. I did some deep kissing with Jesse, and enjoyed his moaning into my mouth. Aaron wanted to face fuck Jesse, which meant that Adam did the same to me. We were both rewarded with a large mouthful. I shared mine with Jesse who then directed my face to his penis which gave up its pleasure treasure moments later.
We pretty much just collapsed where we were and fell asleep. Robb whispered in my ear, “Sorry Scott. I have to. My balls hurt so bad.”
He gave me a super rimming, then slammed it into me, not sparing the horses. I didn’t mind a bit. What it lacked in time was more than made up for in quality and energy. He was right. He needed to. A kiss and ‘I love you’ preceded his falling into a deep sleep with his arms around me. Two hours of butterfly got his testosterone coursing through his beautiful body. He was still my first and had a special place in my heart.
We all managed to sleep in, waking to the body heat of Vlad and Ryan who apparently joined us after waking up to pee. I was collecting my thoughts and decided to do a big shoot with the twins, gradually expanding it in my mind to finish the shoot I started ages ago with Jesse. I needed to get more of Vlad and Ryan with the new equipment as well.
Ryan squeezed in beside me and confirmed they were “going for it” as soon as they could get a marriage license and arrange with his family. Vlad’s would never approve and would not be invited, or even told. I was his “mother”. Ryan also told me that he phoned in sick and wanted to hang out with us today. My hug and kiss confirmed I was cool with the idea.
The twins stretched and rubbed the sleep from their eyes.
“We’re going to shower, then make some breakfast. Care to join us?” Aaron asked me and Ryan.
I guess it was a rhetorical question.
There was something loving about soaping up another guy’s back. How else could your hands glide effortlessly over the curves, muscles, ribs, collar bones, and shoulders, seamlessly integrating the action with their large muscle groups, the buttocks and thighs? I loved the feeling of both giving and receiving. Ryan indicated when he had enough by turning 180 degrees to show me it had the same effect on him as it did on me. It took great will power to nip it in the bud. I had a funny idea that the photo shoot would get those teen hormones, well, moaning.
Meanwhile the twins were quite adept at showering together. Their love was so apparent even in the simple job of washing each other, not like a chore but more of an “us” time or a pleasant ritual. When we were finished, there wasn’t a flaccid one among us so we just did the usual and gave the others a squeeze. I guess you could call it our secret handshake.
This was a special day in that it would be the last creative breakfast for months so Aaron made Eggs Benedict with peameal bacon rather than ham. He still amazed me with his efficiency of motion while preparing food. If I didn’t have intimate knowledge of his body, I’d assume he had four arms. As he was cooking, Danny and Brad came in and it was easy to convince him to have breakfast with us before he headed off to work.
Breakfast was to die for with its perfect Hollandaise sauce. We all washed it down with the green tea that Vlad purchased in Chinatown which had a nicer flavour than what he got at the health food store.
I uploaded the ‘Vette pictures and other tests taken with the new camera to my computer. The picture of the twins splooging on the hood was funny. The picture of them in the car turned out well. A crop and resize finished it off so I sent it to the desktop to print when I had photo paper in the printer. Likewise with Danny behind the wheel. I had forgotten the other pictures I took of Danny, so I adjusted and cropped them, and sent them to Danny’s email so he could send them to his dad.
Our deck started to look more homey since Brad loaned us a large red Hibiscus. It was a nice prop for photos. I got a few of Danny and Brad before Brad went to work, then a group shot that Brad took of us. Many shots of the Twins followed. I got some extreme closeups of all the guy’s penises in every state and from every angle.
Jesse was my main model for today, and was a joy to work with. He seemed to read my mind and come up with cute, sexy poses without any words being spoken. My favorite was one with him kneeling on the cedar deck sitting on his heels, leaning back with his face and shoulder beside the bush. My idea was to process it as black and white except for the big red flowers.
It was coffee break time. One green tea was healthy enough for me. Vlad was being so good with all the vitamins, Noni juice and all the fruits and fresh veggies that I didn’t give him a hard time when he asked for a coffee. He planned to nude sunbathe around 11:00 AM and wanted someone to spread some coconut oil on him to moisturize his skin. As primary caregiver, naturally I stepped up to the plate. I made sure his nipples wouldn’t dry out from the sun, so after circling them dozens of times with my thumbs, Ryan discovered an area that was prone to sunburn and made very sure that it was well oiled. I had photography to do so I washed the oil from my hands but needed a power washer to clean up my filthy mind.
I took Jesse to the roof in his tiny Speedo, getting some super shots including close-ups of his muscular quad muscles, and one laying on a chaise on his tummy showing his beautiful full ass and the concave hollow of his back. After that, it was on to some wet ones in the pool, which was empty, doing a flip turn at a fast shutter speed to show the drops of water flying off his foot and arcing in the air. When he was running out of creativity and my shorts were soaked through from anticipation, we called it a day.
“Aaron, does your mother have any sisters, brothers, good friends, or close neighbours that can keep an eye on her drinking?” I asked.
“Her twin sister lives in the city, but not downtown. They used to talk on the phone all the time. Our uncle died last year and Aunt Marie didn’t take it well. She had to be hospitalized for depression, but she got over that. Mom checked on her and her house while she was in hospital because the twins were away at college,” he said.
“Twins?”
“Yeah, mom has a twin sister who has twin boys too. We really like our cousins, who are a couple of years older,” Aaron said.
“You never mentioned them. Why don’t you keep in touch? It would seem natural,” I asked.
“Aunt Marie doesn’t drive. The twins are at University of Guelph living in a leased apartment. They have my uncle’s car because my aunt was diagnosed with epilepsy so she had to kiss her license goodbye. It must be a bitch for her living where she does, taking two busses, and two subways downtown to the Medical Arts Building where she is a nurse for a specialist. She would be better off selling her house and moving in with mom but our house is really falling apart. That’s why you only saw the first floor. It’s a big 2-½ storey old brick house but the top 2 floors are closed off because they couldn’t afford to heat the place. We used to live down the street from our cousins until mom remarried and step-dad wanted a place downtown that they could call theirs. Nobody maintained our house. I’ve heard the renovated ones on our street are selling for a fortune because they are right downtown,” Aaron said.
“Why don’t you call Réjeanne to see if she is home? You won’t see her until Christmas. If you want, you guys can take a broach or necklace and use it as a carrot. If she is alcohol free until Christmas, she gets to keep it. You can keep enticing her with another piece every year. You don’t want to give it all to her unless there is some proof, otherwise she’ll have it melted down for the gold and will buy more booze,” I said.
“I’m beginning to know you well enough to think this isn’t idle conversation. I’ll bet you are formulating a plan, so, out with it!” he said.
“Aaron, you’re learning to read me, but I can assure you, I’m at the “gathering data” stage, not at “formulating a plan”. I’d love to talk to them both to see where it goes. You see, it’s difficult for equals to give up one property and take up residence with the other, because one will always think she isn’t an equal partner. If, however, your aunt’s house is worth quite a bit of money, Réjeanne could move in with her while the old house is totally renovated into something they both want and both are in on the planning stage, then they will consider it their house. It sounds like the third floor might be a good space for your cousins when they finish college. We could use Bryan, my designer, and Josh and Jeff, and their crew to do the work. I think I could talk Ted into using some of your inheritance to do the bridge financing on the reno if they didn’t qualify for conventional financing, until it was finished and your aunt sold her house.”
“Wow, Scott, it sounds like a possibility. Where do we go from here?”
“Why don’t you call your mom and see how your aunt is doing? We could pick her up and take her there, and you could give me a tour of your house. I guess I would know better after seeing it. Don’t tell them what we have in mind. It would be better eventually to let them think it was their idea. You don’t even have to tell Adam right now,” I said.
“He’ll be cool with going over. I’ll phone mom,” Aaron said.
**
“That worked out well. My aunt is visiting mom for the weekend. We can go whenever you are ready,” Aaron said.
I got the broach from the safe, and slipped into a pair of shoes, grabbed the car keys and we left. I got a better impression of the house today. It was quite ornate, and needed a good scraping and painting on the outside. The front porch was sagging, it needed landscaping and a new roof. Curb appeal was non-existent, but it was one of the very few detached houses on the street. Most were semi-detached or row houses.
We got a warm welcome from Réjeanne and Aunt Marie and an invitation to have tea with them. It was hard to believe this was the same woman. Aaron excused himself and gave me the tour while Adam visited with his mom. I was glad I put on shoes because there were pieces of plaster on the floor that fell off the ceilings and walls. There were three bedrooms, the large front one had a fireplace. A well used bath served the entire house. There were two bedrooms and a powder room on the third. I had my iPhone so I took a bunch of pictures and paced off the house to get an idea of the size.
The windows in the front appeared to be in good shape with the wavy old glass, and the stained glass on the first floor. Other than that, the bathtub on feet was in good shape. As for the rest, it needed to be gutted. The basement wasn’t the horror story I expected and had a high ceiling probably to accommodate the gravity warm air furnace located dead center in the space. They called it the octopus. It was no longer functioning and had been replaced by a huge oil furnace in the 60’s according to the date on its tag. I was surprised the old coal furnace wasn’t removed at that time. No wonder they couldn’t afford to heat the place. Generally the basement looked to be in good shape with no traces of water damage or mold. The wiring was knob and tube, 60 amp with 2 smaller panels attached for a dryer, stove and hot water heater. It all had to be ripped out. It would be easy to work on the basement as it had a separate entrance.
“This could be finished as an apartment and would earn enough to pay taxes, and utilities. Your mom is sitting on a gold mine here,” I said.
The kitchen appeared to be modernized in the 50’s with Arborite countertops. There was a chrome dinette in the kitchen too. Réjeanne used the dining room for her bedroom; the twins had been using a side parlour.
“The tea is poured, boys, and Marie made some cookies this morning,” she said.
“I’ve been coming down here or your mom has been coming to my place on the weekends. We both decided we were very lonely. For me, it’s depression; for your mom, it’s drinking. Since doing this, we have both felt much better; we used to be so close,” Marie said.
“You didn’t used to drink too much. What happened?” Adam asked.
“My life was perfect. Your dad loved me, I had perfect kids, a good job, a nice house down the street from my best friend and twin sister, then your dad who really loved you boys died. There was no mortgage insurance and we didn’t have much in the way of savings. I worked with your step-dad who seemed like a nice guy and he sure got along great with you guys. He had a fancy car and seemed to have lots of money. Eventually, he moved in but wanted to buy an old house downtown and fix it up. Thats how we ended up here,” she said.
“I remember when he lost his job, the police were here asking questions. What was that all about?” Aaron asked.
“I should have believed you boys because what you told me was true. I guess I just didn’t want to face reality. I’m so sorry. I used alcohol to escape the pain, but I haven’t had a drink since you told me to get help. My sister is my rock, and so are you boys. And Scott, it took me awhile to realize that you were trying to help me by forcing me to face my demons. All I can say at this point is I’m sorry Adam and Aaron and thank you for giving me another chance. Will you accept my apology, boys?” she asked.
“Maman, you got hooked up with an evil man and you were on the road to self destruction. We are glad we stopped by when we did. If you can survive without any alcohol, we will have a Christmas present for you which we want to show you now,” Aaron said, as he pulled the broach from his pocket and removed the tissue paper.
“Mon Dieu, c’est magnifique. I should take all my other jewelry and throw it in the garbage,” she said, as she pulled the twins to her, hugging them warmly and kissing them as tears of happiness rolled down her face.
“I’m sorry we must take it back, but it needs to be professionally cleaned and polished. It’s antique. How can we be sure you won’t drink again?” Adam asked.
“I consider myself to be the luckiest mom alive knowing how close I came to losing you both. I would have deserved it, and still wake up crying, thinking what that bastard did to you boys. I hope there is a special place in Hell for him. Marie and I talk every day about selling our houses and getting a condo downtown but they are so expensive and small and the monthly fees are ridiculous. Sometimes I stay at Marie’s but the commute is awful. Sometimes she stays with me but this house is a disaster. We really want to live together but nothing comes to mind. Those renovated row houses up the street might work if we both sold our houses but they are tiny and not very soundproof, I’ve heard. If anyone has an idea, we would love to hear it,” she said.
Marie refilled our tea and got another plate of cookies.
“See, the other problem is that I don’t want to kick out my twins. With the economy the way it is, I don’t know if they will be able to get jobs when they graduate. They need to start re-paying student loans six months after that,” she said.
“Marie, are your twins close, like best friends, inseparable, like Adam and Aaron? I asked as she took a sip of her tea.
She snorted so suddenly that tea was running out of her nose. Réjeanne handed her a wad of tissue and a box if she needed more. They were both laughing so hard, it got all of us laughing. I guess I asked a stupid question.
“As far as I know, and don’t take this the wrong way, they discovered each other in the bathtub as toddlers and still shower together. There are two beds but one is never used. Réjeanne and I compared notes which put her mind at ease. They’re both great kids and I don’t care if they love each other because I just don’t see anything wrong or unusual about it. Research indicates that if one identical twin is gay, there is a 52% chance that the other is as well so why fight mother nature, right, Réjeanne?”
“I tried for awhile to get the boys to sleep in their own beds but when I checked on them in the night they were back in bed together, holding each other. They didn’t really sleep unless they were together. I was just happy that there was so much love in their hearts,” Réjeanne said.
“Tell me Scott, do you see any solutions to our predicament?”
“The wheels are turning, but I need to do some research to see if it’s feasible. Meanwhile, we need to get back so Aaron can pop a roast in the oven. We leave for Ottawa in the morning. Adam starts on his B Comm but has to meet with the branch manager of the bank to get a part time job. He is getting a bursary from a prominent French-Canadian businessman, and Aaron starts on Le Grand Diplôme Professionnel at Le Cordon Bleu after thanksgiving and that runs to the end of July. Hopefully he can find a job in food service until it starts or even at the school’s own restaurant, @Signatures. They also need to find two roommates to share expenses. I need both of your contact info so I can be in touch. I’ll email you, and copy your sister, so everybody is on the same page,” I said.
There was another round of hugs and kisses in which I was included. Marie gave the twins a box of cookies on our way out. I took a few shots of the exterior, we walked down the lane behind and got photos from that side, then took off.
“You guys are up to something. I can feel it, Adam said.
to be continued ...
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previously
“If you were thinking about it before, don’t put it on hold. You love each other, and I see no reason why you shouldn’t make the big commitment. Vlad, you are feeling pretty good. I’m still very positive and will never give up on you. I’m 100% positive that Ryan feels the same way, so, what are you waiting for?” I asked.
Vlad crawled over me and put his arms around Ryan. “Will you marry me, Ryan?”
“Nothing could make me happier so, like, yes!” Ryan said, and then immediately burst into tears.
Vlad gave me one of those “what’s happening?” looks, so I shrugged my shoulders, returning the puzzled look, rolling my eyes.
“Ryan, let’s talk in the library,” I said, as I grabbed some tissues for him.
“Scott, I want to think you have a rabbit up your sleeve. You seem to forget that Vlad’s dying.”
“You are the rabbit. I take him to the doctor who casually tells me that Vlad’s going to die but he gives me some notes about vitamins and stuff. I’ve been doing so much research which agrees with what the doctor told me, but what I’ve found is much more specific. For instance, the doctor said to take vitamin D so I bought a bottle. It is 450 IU strength. Vlad’s serum level of 25-hydroxyvitamin D3 should be 40 to 60 nanograms per milliliter and that would require him to take 10,000 IU daily. It’s half life is 60 days so he could take much larger doses initially to get his serum level to 40 to 60. In fact he would be safe to take it as high as 125. The other part of this is sunshine. He has been getting a half hour most days. To create the same effect as 10,000 IU, he needs an hour of sun a day between 11:00 AM and 1:00 PM during the period of one month before and after the summer solstice. In fact, if your shadow appears taller than you, the sun isn’t strong enough. That window was gone before he started, so we wasted a few weeks thinking we were fixing him but in fact, we were doing very little. The same goes for the rest of the advice. He could eat broccoli or cabbage every other day instead of once in awhile. He needs fresh fruit daily and no sugar or starchy veggies like potatoes or rice. Cancer feeds on sugar and starches,” I said.
“Why I am the rabbit?”
“He needs a few really close friends in his life who he can lean on for support. Vlad knows I’m there for him and he loves you. The very best thing you can do to get him through this is to prove how much you love him. It will give him a reason to live. He has indicated to me that it would be the greatest thing in the world if it happened. Sorry that I blurted it out without talking to you first,” I said.
“So are you saying that you have renewed confidence between the vitamins, and me proving my love to him that it will be a positive impact on him? I know it would be a miracle if he was cured, but I’d do it just to make his life better for however long he’s got. If it’s a cure, well then, that’s a bonus.”
“Ryan, it’s like I’m walking a tightrope. All I can say is that I’m very confident, but if it ends badly, I’m going to be the bad guy here, and you will hate me for building up your hopes,” I said.
“I wish we lived together. It would be weird being married to Vlad and only see him at swim practice, but I don’t have any money. My summer job pays for my university and running my car. While I’m in school, I don’t have to pay room and board,” Ryan said.
“I’d like to talk to our loft-mates to see if they’d be comfortable having you as a roommate. If there are no objections, I’ll talk to Vlad. I’d waive the rent if Vlad could toss some shekels in the cookie jar to feed you, but nobody else is to know, okay?”
The dam burst again. This time, I put my arms around Ryan.
“You know that you guys can have the other bedroom if you need privacy once you get married?”
“We had a long talk while driving to and from Ottawa. We talked about getting married some day. We also talked about what we would do if Vlad was still living here and agreed that we would still want to sleep with you guys, and play around like we do now, like we agreed 100%, and unless that’s a flashlight that you are pressing against my abs, I think you want it to remain the way it is,” Ryan chuckled.
I bent over and gave him a kiss on the head.
“You don’t know how much I wanted to slide that kiss all the way down your shaft, but it must be about time for swim practice, besides, I’m sure Vlad’s wondering what’s going on in here,” I said.
“I shouldn’t be horny, but Scott, I want us to get off, just the two of us. Sorry but I feel very close to you right now.”
Mother nature had us ready before we even decided to do it. We sucked a bit, but mostly gave each other hand jobs. I swear, every time I look at Ryan, he becomes even more handsome in that ‘lifeguard boy next door’ kind of way.
“Let’s sixty-nine on the floor and try to time our orgasms perfectly,” Ryan said.
We sucked, rubbed each other’s balls, tickled taints and played with each other’s holes. My balls sucked up when I felt Ryan’s doing it. We gulped each other’s joy juice, being careful to clean up well, then sealed it with a kiss.
“I don’t foresee many occasions where Vlad and I will sleep in the other room. The sex between you and me is sensational, but I must tell you, we both love you on an emotional level as well. I needed to tell you that,” Ryan said.
“I guess I have strong emotional ties to all the guys living here. Maybe I come across as being too clingy, but the truth is that you guys are all I have; we are family and you all came to me by different routes. Vlad was in the hospital when I told him about a discussion I had with your uncle Ted, and that you would be coming to the loft to discuss getting on the team. Vlad could see the wheels turning in my filthy mind. The important part of that was that Ted trusted us enough to toss his nephew into a pit of carnivores. Ted was the last person in the world I figured would be gay positive, as I used to find him intimidating,” I said.
“Do you think he would consider being part of the wedding party?” Ryan asked.
“Personally, I don’t think you could keep him away. I’m sure he would consider it an honour because he is crazy about you, but I will leave all that up to you and Vlad, because I don’t know if your dad’s nose would get out of joint. You guys get together and tell me where you want to have it, and all the details,” I suggested.
“Perhaps we will take you up on the offer of the other bedroom tonight because I have a feeling we will talk all night. There is just one more thing that I want to be absolutely clear about. I don’t want Vlad’s money, I want Vlad, so I won’t be offended if he insists on a pre-nup. All I want from him is his love, and his help paying for food so I can live here with him. He told me that he considers you his business partner,” Ryan said.
“I think we have been fucking the afternoon away. We are supposed to be at swim practice. Let me call Jesse,” I said.
“Mate, if you are still in shape for a swim, tell me and we will meet you there at six…. Oh good…. Okay, I’ll ask Danny or the twins if they have an extra Speedo, and I’ll call Robb too. See you then.”
“Brad wants to swim with us but needs a swim suit. We need to get ready,” I said.
Vlad, Danny, and the twins were asleep on the bed so we launched ourselves onto Vlad and Danny, waking them up.
“Time for our swim practice. Danny, grab another towel and Speedo for your little gymnast friend because he wants to swim with us today.”
I texted Robb asking if he wanted a ride to the pool but he texted back that he was hoofing it over right now. We all got dressed and left the twins watching television, and trucked over to the Athletic Center. The pool was empty so we got our two hours in without interruption. Brad looked good in Danny’s old small swimsuit, bulging at all the right places. Vlad held up pretty well but was happy to jump into the icy plunge pool a couple of times, to reduce inflammation. A brief shower got some of the chlorine off, then we dressed and headed for home.
“I know I’m going to be a hurtin’ unit by the morning. The muscles used for gymnastics and swimming are pretty different, and swimming is way more repetitive. That said, I’m glad I won’t be practicing the iron cross or a back uprise cross and then pulling to a maltese tomorrow,” Brad said.
“Oh Brad, I want to see you on the rings so bad, I’m sure I’ll get a boner,” Danny said.
I said nothing, but moved the tilt wheel up a notch.
We came home to a very clean loft courtesy of Adam and Aaron, and a meal partly prepared. Vlad and Ryan went out to the deck.
“Cinderella, you didn’t have to do all that. I hoped you would just take some time off, relax, and perhaps start packing,” I said, as I gave Aaron a lateral hug.
“We did the laundry, packed what we could, and kept busy to keep our minds off going away,” Adam said.
We were interrupted by the phone.
“PH1, how may I direct your call?” I asked.
“Very funny, It’s Kyle and I miss you guys already. What’s new with everybody? Has Brad burned my loft down yet?”
“We just got back from swimming and Brad went with us. We came straight in here so I can only confirm that your door is still there. The twins got to see their classic Corvette today, Brad and Danny appear to be an item, I rented the twins’ condo for a year, so, all in all, everything is coming up roses. Any news on soccer?” I asked.
“I made the team in spite of the fact I wasn’t playing on a team during the summer, so I’m going to have to practice like crazy. The other strange thing is being surrounded by people talking with an accent, but I will adapt. I’m moving into residence tomorrow, the semester starts next week, and I miss Toronto already,” Kyle said.
We passed the phone around so everyone got to say hello to Kyle. I thought of all the changes in his life in a few days and decided he’ll be fine. He is rock solid. As for myself, less so.
I got everyone together to see how they felt about Ryan moving in. As I suspected, everyone was supportive. I went up to the library and called James who was about ready to have dinner with Jeff and Josh. He supported the idea but wanted to know what was happening.
“I think there’s something you aren’t telling me, Scott.”
“It would be good for Vlad to have Ryan living with him. They haven’t had a chance to talk about it but I’m sure they will tonight,” I said.
“I don’t need to know the back story but I’m available if they need a flower girl. Am I close?” James asked.
“You couldn’t be closer but keep it on the down low until they make an announcement. You might also want to put some clothes on so you don’t catch a cold. Don’t forget to get the money from your dresser to give to Jeff when you get home on Monday,” I said, before I ended the call and shut down the video surveillance feed and the computer.
I was happy that James was being a good host in my absence.
Aaron handed over the shark steaks to Jesse to toss on the grill as he got the rest of the meal ready. It came as no surprise that the meal was wonderful, and the shark was so tender, it could be cut with a fork. The Pinot Grigio was a great complement to the meal.
After dinner we watched a Youtube video on vitamin and alternative cures for leukemia. It was interesting, but after a full day, including a couple of hours of swimming, and the wine, we were all too pooped to participate. Danny and Brad went next door to do God knows what to each other. We had a pretty good idea what it was, though. Robb decided to stay up in case Dino came online. Naturally Vlad and Ryan excused themselves to sleep in the other room tonight “if that’s okay”. I gave them both a kiss and a wink. Jesse looked at the twins like a bull looks at a matador before a fight, with the exception of kicking up dirt with a hoof. There wasn’t any dirt. The twins looked to me to save them from being ravished; I gave them a duplicitous grin.
“Whatever shall we do, brother?” Aaron said to Adam.
“Enjoy it. It’ll be a long cold winter in Ottawa.”
“You guys feel like a soak and another glass of wine?” I asked.
“If you think you can ply us with alcohol, You’re right! Let’s soak,” Adam said.
It was unusual having lots of space to spread out, so we used it. There were two, full length, body conforming ‘benches’ which Jesse and I claimed and pulled Aaron and Adam on top of us.
“It’s fun laying here with the pressure of a big bulge pressing against my hole,” Aaron said.
“I can feel it all the way over here,” Adam said.
We both lightly massaged whatever areas we could reach which got us in the mood for some nibbling.
“Do you wanna tell Jesse?” Adam said.
“Be my guest,” Aaron replied.
“Jesse, we were going through some mental notes and we can’t recall double penetrating you. Assuming we will get out of here fairly early Monday morning, which would preclude having sex on Sunday night, we decided that tonight’s the night. However, we want to share your rump with Scott. That way your #1 man will be in you through the entire process. How does that sound?” Adam asked.
“Is there an upside to this? Like do Scott and I get to pound the hell out of you, too?” Jesse asked.
“Sounds fair to me,” Adam replied.
Apparently Robb and Dino made contact because Robb was jerking up a storm in front of his laptop to the sound of Dino fapping and moaning.
We quickly undressed and got into bed expecting to do the DP dirty, but Jesse wanted to know more about Ryan moving in. The twins wondered if they were being replaced.
“It’s not possible to replace you guys, so get that out of your head. I had a long talk with Ryan, who is crazy about Vlad, and wants to take their love to the next plateau, sort of the way Jesse and I have. I expect the two of them will pull an all-nighter talking about it,” I said.
“Is Ryan prepared for the worst-case scenario? Because if he isn’t, it will be a huge let-down if things don’t go well.” Jesse asked.
“He’s fully aware of the pitfalls, but also of the benefit to Vlad of being his fully committed spouse. Oops, I didn’t intend to tell you that, but I told Ryan the best thing he could do is marry Vlad. That naturally brought us to having him move in,” I said.
“They are going to get married?” Aaron asked.
“That’s the idea. It’s really important for Vlad to have close friends he can lean on during this ordeal, and tell me who could be closer?” I asked.
“They will make the cutest couple. I’ll miss doing sexy stuff with them,” Adam said.
“Ryan said that he would still be allowed to have sex with me,” I lied.
“Screw you!” Aaron said.
“That’s not fair. I knew this arrangement was too good to last,” Jesse said.
“It was a joke. Cool your jets.”
“Fuck you,” Jesse said.
“Doesn’t anyone have a sense of humour?” I asked.
“Guess not,” Adam said.
“I guess I’ll just jerk off then sleep,” I said.
“Does that mean my ass won’t be shredded tonight? Jesse asked.
“No, because we are going to double fuck you,” Aaron and Adam chuckled.
“I want to cuddle with you guys. Our emotional connection needs to be strong because you guys are going away for so long. If sex happens, it happens, but I need the memory of your soft lips pressed against mine as our tongues play,” Jesse said to us.
Jesse got the cuddling he wanted but, once again, the twins were too irresistible, and got Jesse all worked up. I confess that I was more than a little worked up, which happens more frequently after a hard workout. Jesse was too, as he played ‘wide receiver’ to me and Aaron, followed by me and Adam loving Jesse together. We were gentle with him because the sensation was so awesome we had to go slow to keep from shooting. Finally Jesse gave us the word that he was ready for anything. Adam was the one doing the pounding and it felt so good, I couldn’t hold back any longer and blew all my jism inside Jesse.
Soon after, I was rotated out of the DP, being replaced by Aaron. I did some deep kissing with Jesse, and enjoyed his moaning into my mouth. Aaron wanted to face fuck Jesse, which meant that Adam did the same to me. We were both rewarded with a large mouthful. I shared mine with Jesse who then directed my face to his penis which gave up its pleasure treasure moments later.
We pretty much just collapsed where we were and fell asleep. Robb whispered in my ear, “Sorry Scott. I have to. My balls hurt so bad.”
He gave me a super rimming, then slammed it into me, not sparing the horses. I didn’t mind a bit. What it lacked in time was more than made up for in quality and energy. He was right. He needed to. A kiss and ‘I love you’ preceded his falling into a deep sleep with his arms around me. Two hours of butterfly got his testosterone coursing through his beautiful body. He was still my first and had a special place in my heart.
We all managed to sleep in, waking to the body heat of Vlad and Ryan who apparently joined us after waking up to pee. I was collecting my thoughts and decided to do a big shoot with the twins, gradually expanding it in my mind to finish the shoot I started ages ago with Jesse. I needed to get more of Vlad and Ryan with the new equipment as well.
Ryan squeezed in beside me and confirmed they were “going for it” as soon as they could get a marriage license and arrange with his family. Vlad’s would never approve and would not be invited, or even told. I was his “mother”. Ryan also told me that he phoned in sick and wanted to hang out with us today. My hug and kiss confirmed I was cool with the idea.
The twins stretched and rubbed the sleep from their eyes.
“We’re going to shower, then make some breakfast. Care to join us?” Aaron asked me and Ryan.
I guess it was a rhetorical question.
There was something loving about soaping up another guy’s back. How else could your hands glide effortlessly over the curves, muscles, ribs, collar bones, and shoulders, seamlessly integrating the action with their large muscle groups, the buttocks and thighs? I loved the feeling of both giving and receiving. Ryan indicated when he had enough by turning 180 degrees to show me it had the same effect on him as it did on me. It took great will power to nip it in the bud. I had a funny idea that the photo shoot would get those teen hormones, well, moaning.
Meanwhile the twins were quite adept at showering together. Their love was so apparent even in the simple job of washing each other, not like a chore but more of an “us” time or a pleasant ritual. When we were finished, there wasn’t a flaccid one among us so we just did the usual and gave the others a squeeze. I guess you could call it our secret handshake.
This was a special day in that it would be the last creative breakfast for months so Aaron made Eggs Benedict with peameal bacon rather than ham. He still amazed me with his efficiency of motion while preparing food. If I didn’t have intimate knowledge of his body, I’d assume he had four arms. As he was cooking, Danny and Brad came in and it was easy to convince him to have breakfast with us before he headed off to work.
Breakfast was to die for with its perfect Hollandaise sauce. We all washed it down with the green tea that Vlad purchased in Chinatown which had a nicer flavour than what he got at the health food store.
I uploaded the ‘Vette pictures and other tests taken with the new camera to my computer. The picture of the twins splooging on the hood was funny. The picture of them in the car turned out well. A crop and resize finished it off so I sent it to the desktop to print when I had photo paper in the printer. Likewise with Danny behind the wheel. I had forgotten the other pictures I took of Danny, so I adjusted and cropped them, and sent them to Danny’s email so he could send them to his dad.
Our deck started to look more homey since Brad loaned us a large red Hibiscus. It was a nice prop for photos. I got a few of Danny and Brad before Brad went to work, then a group shot that Brad took of us. Many shots of the Twins followed. I got some extreme closeups of all the guy’s penises in every state and from every angle.
Jesse was my main model for today, and was a joy to work with. He seemed to read my mind and come up with cute, sexy poses without any words being spoken. My favorite was one with him kneeling on the cedar deck sitting on his heels, leaning back with his face and shoulder beside the bush. My idea was to process it as black and white except for the big red flowers.
It was coffee break time. One green tea was healthy enough for me. Vlad was being so good with all the vitamins, Noni juice and all the fruits and fresh veggies that I didn’t give him a hard time when he asked for a coffee. He planned to nude sunbathe around 11:00 AM and wanted someone to spread some coconut oil on him to moisturize his skin. As primary caregiver, naturally I stepped up to the plate. I made sure his nipples wouldn’t dry out from the sun, so after circling them dozens of times with my thumbs, Ryan discovered an area that was prone to sunburn and made very sure that it was well oiled. I had photography to do so I washed the oil from my hands but needed a power washer to clean up my filthy mind.
I took Jesse to the roof in his tiny Speedo, getting some super shots including close-ups of his muscular quad muscles, and one laying on a chaise on his tummy showing his beautiful full ass and the concave hollow of his back. After that, it was on to some wet ones in the pool, which was empty, doing a flip turn at a fast shutter speed to show the drops of water flying off his foot and arcing in the air. When he was running out of creativity and my shorts were soaked through from anticipation, we called it a day.
“Aaron, does your mother have any sisters, brothers, good friends, or close neighbours that can keep an eye on her drinking?” I asked.
“Her twin sister lives in the city, but not downtown. They used to talk on the phone all the time. Our uncle died last year and Aunt Marie didn’t take it well. She had to be hospitalized for depression, but she got over that. Mom checked on her and her house while she was in hospital because the twins were away at college,” he said.
“Twins?”
“Yeah, mom has a twin sister who has twin boys too. We really like our cousins, who are a couple of years older,” Aaron said.
“You never mentioned them. Why don’t you keep in touch? It would seem natural,” I asked.
“Aunt Marie doesn’t drive. The twins are at University of Guelph living in a leased apartment. They have my uncle’s car because my aunt was diagnosed with epilepsy so she had to kiss her license goodbye. It must be a bitch for her living where she does, taking two busses, and two subways downtown to the Medical Arts Building where she is a nurse for a specialist. She would be better off selling her house and moving in with mom but our house is really falling apart. That’s why you only saw the first floor. It’s a big 2-½ storey old brick house but the top 2 floors are closed off because they couldn’t afford to heat the place. We used to live down the street from our cousins until mom remarried and step-dad wanted a place downtown that they could call theirs. Nobody maintained our house. I’ve heard the renovated ones on our street are selling for a fortune because they are right downtown,” Aaron said.
“Why don’t you call Réjeanne to see if she is home? You won’t see her until Christmas. If you want, you guys can take a broach or necklace and use it as a carrot. If she is alcohol free until Christmas, she gets to keep it. You can keep enticing her with another piece every year. You don’t want to give it all to her unless there is some proof, otherwise she’ll have it melted down for the gold and will buy more booze,” I said.
“I’m beginning to know you well enough to think this isn’t idle conversation. I’ll bet you are formulating a plan, so, out with it!” he said.
“Aaron, you’re learning to read me, but I can assure you, I’m at the “gathering data” stage, not at “formulating a plan”. I’d love to talk to them both to see where it goes. You see, it’s difficult for equals to give up one property and take up residence with the other, because one will always think she isn’t an equal partner. If, however, your aunt’s house is worth quite a bit of money, Réjeanne could move in with her while the old house is totally renovated into something they both want and both are in on the planning stage, then they will consider it their house. It sounds like the third floor might be a good space for your cousins when they finish college. We could use Bryan, my designer, and Josh and Jeff, and their crew to do the work. I think I could talk Ted into using some of your inheritance to do the bridge financing on the reno if they didn’t qualify for conventional financing, until it was finished and your aunt sold her house.”
“Wow, Scott, it sounds like a possibility. Where do we go from here?”
“Why don’t you call your mom and see how your aunt is doing? We could pick her up and take her there, and you could give me a tour of your house. I guess I would know better after seeing it. Don’t tell them what we have in mind. It would be better eventually to let them think it was their idea. You don’t even have to tell Adam right now,” I said.
“He’ll be cool with going over. I’ll phone mom,” Aaron said.
**
“That worked out well. My aunt is visiting mom for the weekend. We can go whenever you are ready,” Aaron said.
I got the broach from the safe, and slipped into a pair of shoes, grabbed the car keys and we left. I got a better impression of the house today. It was quite ornate, and needed a good scraping and painting on the outside. The front porch was sagging, it needed landscaping and a new roof. Curb appeal was non-existent, but it was one of the very few detached houses on the street. Most were semi-detached or row houses.
We got a warm welcome from Réjeanne and Aunt Marie and an invitation to have tea with them. It was hard to believe this was the same woman. Aaron excused himself and gave me the tour while Adam visited with his mom. I was glad I put on shoes because there were pieces of plaster on the floor that fell off the ceilings and walls. There were three bedrooms, the large front one had a fireplace. A well used bath served the entire house. There were two bedrooms and a powder room on the third. I had my iPhone so I took a bunch of pictures and paced off the house to get an idea of the size.
The windows in the front appeared to be in good shape with the wavy old glass, and the stained glass on the first floor. Other than that, the bathtub on feet was in good shape. As for the rest, it needed to be gutted. The basement wasn’t the horror story I expected and had a high ceiling probably to accommodate the gravity warm air furnace located dead center in the space. They called it the octopus. It was no longer functioning and had been replaced by a huge oil furnace in the 60’s according to the date on its tag. I was surprised the old coal furnace wasn’t removed at that time. No wonder they couldn’t afford to heat the place. Generally the basement looked to be in good shape with no traces of water damage or mold. The wiring was knob and tube, 60 amp with 2 smaller panels attached for a dryer, stove and hot water heater. It all had to be ripped out. It would be easy to work on the basement as it had a separate entrance.
“This could be finished as an apartment and would earn enough to pay taxes, and utilities. Your mom is sitting on a gold mine here,” I said.
The kitchen appeared to be modernized in the 50’s with Arborite countertops. There was a chrome dinette in the kitchen too. Réjeanne used the dining room for her bedroom; the twins had been using a side parlour.
“The tea is poured, boys, and Marie made some cookies this morning,” she said.
“I’ve been coming down here or your mom has been coming to my place on the weekends. We both decided we were very lonely. For me, it’s depression; for your mom, it’s drinking. Since doing this, we have both felt much better; we used to be so close,” Marie said.
“You didn’t used to drink too much. What happened?” Adam asked.
“My life was perfect. Your dad loved me, I had perfect kids, a good job, a nice house down the street from my best friend and twin sister, then your dad who really loved you boys died. There was no mortgage insurance and we didn’t have much in the way of savings. I worked with your step-dad who seemed like a nice guy and he sure got along great with you guys. He had a fancy car and seemed to have lots of money. Eventually, he moved in but wanted to buy an old house downtown and fix it up. Thats how we ended up here,” she said.
“I remember when he lost his job, the police were here asking questions. What was that all about?” Aaron asked.
“I should have believed you boys because what you told me was true. I guess I just didn’t want to face reality. I’m so sorry. I used alcohol to escape the pain, but I haven’t had a drink since you told me to get help. My sister is my rock, and so are you boys. And Scott, it took me awhile to realize that you were trying to help me by forcing me to face my demons. All I can say at this point is I’m sorry Adam and Aaron and thank you for giving me another chance. Will you accept my apology, boys?” she asked.
“Maman, you got hooked up with an evil man and you were on the road to self destruction. We are glad we stopped by when we did. If you can survive without any alcohol, we will have a Christmas present for you which we want to show you now,” Aaron said, as he pulled the broach from his pocket and removed the tissue paper.
“Mon Dieu, c’est magnifique. I should take all my other jewelry and throw it in the garbage,” she said, as she pulled the twins to her, hugging them warmly and kissing them as tears of happiness rolled down her face.
“I’m sorry we must take it back, but it needs to be professionally cleaned and polished. It’s antique. How can we be sure you won’t drink again?” Adam asked.
“I consider myself to be the luckiest mom alive knowing how close I came to losing you both. I would have deserved it, and still wake up crying, thinking what that bastard did to you boys. I hope there is a special place in Hell for him. Marie and I talk every day about selling our houses and getting a condo downtown but they are so expensive and small and the monthly fees are ridiculous. Sometimes I stay at Marie’s but the commute is awful. Sometimes she stays with me but this house is a disaster. We really want to live together but nothing comes to mind. Those renovated row houses up the street might work if we both sold our houses but they are tiny and not very soundproof, I’ve heard. If anyone has an idea, we would love to hear it,” she said.
Marie refilled our tea and got another plate of cookies.
“See, the other problem is that I don’t want to kick out my twins. With the economy the way it is, I don’t know if they will be able to get jobs when they graduate. They need to start re-paying student loans six months after that,” she said.
“Marie, are your twins close, like best friends, inseparable, like Adam and Aaron? I asked as she took a sip of her tea.
She snorted so suddenly that tea was running out of her nose. Réjeanne handed her a wad of tissue and a box if she needed more. They were both laughing so hard, it got all of us laughing. I guess I asked a stupid question.
“As far as I know, and don’t take this the wrong way, they discovered each other in the bathtub as toddlers and still shower together. There are two beds but one is never used. Réjeanne and I compared notes which put her mind at ease. They’re both great kids and I don’t care if they love each other because I just don’t see anything wrong or unusual about it. Research indicates that if one identical twin is gay, there is a 52% chance that the other is as well so why fight mother nature, right, Réjeanne?”
“I tried for awhile to get the boys to sleep in their own beds but when I checked on them in the night they were back in bed together, holding each other. They didn’t really sleep unless they were together. I was just happy that there was so much love in their hearts,” Réjeanne said.
“Tell me Scott, do you see any solutions to our predicament?”
“The wheels are turning, but I need to do some research to see if it’s feasible. Meanwhile, we need to get back so Aaron can pop a roast in the oven. We leave for Ottawa in the morning. Adam starts on his B Comm but has to meet with the branch manager of the bank to get a part time job. He is getting a bursary from a prominent French-Canadian businessman, and Aaron starts on Le Grand Diplôme Professionnel at Le Cordon Bleu after thanksgiving and that runs to the end of July. Hopefully he can find a job in food service until it starts or even at the school’s own restaurant, @Signatures. They also need to find two roommates to share expenses. I need both of your contact info so I can be in touch. I’ll email you, and copy your sister, so everybody is on the same page,” I said.
There was another round of hugs and kisses in which I was included. Marie gave the twins a box of cookies on our way out. I took a few shots of the exterior, we walked down the lane behind and got photos from that side, then took off.
“You guys are up to something. I can feel it, Adam said.
to be continued ...
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Another AWESOME Chapter! 
Sounds like things are going to be getting Much better for Adam and Aaron's Mom, and, of course, I'm sure we're All quite Interested to hear more about the twins' twin cousins!
As for Ryan and Vlad, that's Incredible!
On a serious note, what we ALL seem to forget, or choose to ignore, is that we're also in Vlad's shoes. We're ALL dying. We are ALL Spiritual Beings enjoying a Temporary physical existence. We just don't know how long, or short, our "Temporary" will be. I'm sincerely hoping that Vlad's "Temporary" will be at least as long as "average". And, I'm sure that Ryan, and "The Boys", especially Scott, will do Everything they can to "make it so"!
All the more reasons to ... no matter what ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Sounds like things are going to be getting Much better for Adam and Aaron's Mom, and, of course, I'm sure we're All quite Interested to hear more about the twins' twin cousins!
As for Ryan and Vlad, that's Incredible!
On a serious note, what we ALL seem to forget, or choose to ignore, is that we're also in Vlad's shoes. We're ALL dying. We are ALL Spiritual Beings enjoying a Temporary physical existence. We just don't know how long, or short, our "Temporary" will be. I'm sincerely hoping that Vlad's "Temporary" will be at least as long as "average". And, I'm sure that Ryan, and "The Boys", especially Scott, will do Everything they can to "make it so"!
All the more reasons to ... no matter what ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Sheep,
A great "Chapter" (or three in one!)
HOW do we sign up for visitation/participation privileges with the boys in PH1?!
There's a lot of heaviness behind the scenes w/ Vlad, but here's hoping.
And the twins' mom and aunt - good possibilities of their lives turning around.
Keep up the good work - you're certainly keeping us UP!
A great "Chapter" (or three in one!)
HOW do we sign up for visitation/participation privileges with the boys in PH1?!
There's a lot of heaviness behind the scenes w/ Vlad, but here's hoping.
And the twins' mom and aunt - good possibilities of their lives turning around.
Keep up the good work - you're certainly keeping us UP!
I'm sure we're All quite interested to hear more about the twins' twin cousins!
As for Ryan and Vlad, that's Incredible!
Chaz
Scott won't push for chemo, knowing how sick it will make Vlad. He has done everything he can nutritionally so now he expects love will fix Vlad. I hope for the three of them, that's so. I'd worry about Scott if this doesn't work.
I'm surprised the twins never mentioned they had twin cousins that are gay as well.
Thank you. What's good for the reader is fantastic for the writer
Chapter sixty-nine
previously,
There was another round of hugs and kisses in which I was included. Marie gave the twins a box of cookies on our way out. I took a few shots of the exterior, we walked down the lane behind and got photos from that side, then took off.
“You guys are up to something. I can feel it,” Adam said.
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“I could have inhaled that whole batch of cookies. My mom used to make peanut butter cookies, and we didn’t have lunch,” I said.
“I have the roast ready to pop in the oven. I’m roasting small potatoes, onions and carrots around it. If you want to invite anybody for dinner, this will be a good one. I wonder if Robb wants to invite Dino? I’ll text him if that’s okay,” Aaron said. I gave him the nod.
“So, Adam, getting back to your statement, you are good at feeling things. Aaron and I had a discussion starting off with concerns about your mom’s drinking. To make a long story short, the idea is to move your mom in with your aunt, do a complete gut on your house, making 2 master suites on the second floor with walk-in closets and ensuites, and one big bed/sitting room on the third for your cousins and you guys when you visit. The main floor will keep the fireplace and stained glass window and the kitchen will be totally re-done, open to the rest of the space, and a patio door going out to a deck with a gas grill. The kitchen window becomes a mini greenhouse, and stone countertops will finish it off. The stairs to the basement will be eliminated because there will be a self contained apartment, whose income will pay the taxes and utilities. When it’s finished, they move back into it, and your aunt sells her house, and they all live happily ever after. What do you think?” I asked.
“Fucking “A”! But where does the money come from?”
“It’s called bridge financing or a short term mortgage. I think we could make a case for it with Ted. There are loads of details to work out. I think, if you want, you can try to find out what the renovated houses up the street from your mom are going for. I’ll get my real estate guy to look for properties comparable to your aunt’s house, and I’ll talk to Jeff when we get back to find an estimate per square foot for doing a gut and a first class renovation. Think of it this way, Adam. They will be starting with a blank slate, where new plumbing, heating, electrical, gas piping, air conditioning, windows, and insulation are easily installed. Even some walls can be moved,” I said.
“What’s the biggest bed you could put in the third floor bedroom?”
“One big enough for double twincest?”
“Good answer,” Adam chuckled.
**
Eventually, the gang got back from the Athletic Center, Jesse opened the bar, and got some beer out. Dino couldn’t make it tonight for dinner. Vlad and I went to the library and had some Oban Scotch. He sure was excited about getting married but was also excited about our daily Scotch sipping. In fact he was making notes on the one’s we tried. Oban is slightly peaty and smoky but not like Lagavoulin’s more robust flavour.
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“How do you feel after your swim today?”
“Like pretty good actually. A little tired after 2 hours of swimming, but you know, I always felt tired after practicing that long. The plunge pool makes my joints feel better. Thanks for letting Ryan move in. How much rent do you want from me?” he asked.
“The same as you are charging the twins, but don’t tell anyone. If you can pay his share of the food, I’m happy,” I said.
“That’s not fair to you.”
“You guys bring joy to my life. I like taking care of you, and having Ryan here is a big part of caring for your emotional state while you are ill. He is one more person you can lean on when things get tough,” I said.
We had a tad more Scotch and I told Vlad about the possible project on the twin’s mom’s house.
“You know, I don’t think we have a backup plan for the twins should anything happen to you, Vlad.”
“I never thought of that. What should we do?” he asked.
“I suggest you talk to Ted before you get married because unless you elect to make other options, Ryan will inherit everything if you die, including your condo, which could make life awkward for the twins. If the deed is in Ottawa, you should bring it home along with all of your paperwork,” I said.
Vlad looked at me with those big puppy dog eyes, smiled, and gave me a hug.
“That’s why I pay you the big bucks,” he chuckled.
“Why don’t you tell Aaron to turn the oven up to the self-clean cycle? I’m starving, I said.
I went to my computer, put some photo paper in the printer and printed the photos I had saved, cut them to size, then put them in my pocket to give to the boys for their wallets after keeping copies for my wallet.
“I’m packing light because I have tons of clothes at the condo, some of which I want to bring home. It’s sounding more natural all the time to call this place home. I hope that’s okay,” Vlad said.
“It is your home, for as long a you want it to be, babes. Forever works, too,” I said.
“I should pack now. I hope if we go to the Bistro @Signatures for dinner, that I don’t need to wear a suit,” I said.
“A shirt with buttons and casual slacks will be fine, but don’t wear runners. You could try on some of Caul’s clothes, and perhaps Aaron should wear a long sleeve white shirt and black slacks so he looks like he belongs there, Vlad said.
Vlad came upstairs with me and went through my closet with a frown on his face.
“You have any suggestions for my wardrobe?” I asked.
“Have you considered the trash chute?”
“Baby, I purposely dress this way to make you look better,” I chuckled.
“When we get back, I’m taking you shopping at the Eaton Center. You don’t have to look like a bum to be casual. If you can’t afford $1,000 for some new clothes, I’ll buy them for you,” Vlad said.
We managed to get enough packed for three days before I received a text from Aaron telling me dinner was ready, so we flew down the stairs. It was magic before our eyes; everyone was there, the wine was open, and the huge standing rib roast was on a platter at the table waiting for Aaron to slice it. Somebody had put some cocktail piano music on the sound system. Robb and Brad helped load the plates after Aaron dropped a big slab of medium rare nicely marbled beef on each one. The meat wasn’t fatty because he cut the fat cap off, seasoned under it with coarse salt, ground pepper, and garlic cloves, then tied the fat cap back on. Naturally I photographed it.
Aaron made Yorkshire pudding to go with the roast, and the pan drippings made for an excellent gravy. Horseradish was there for anyone who liked their beef with a kick like a mule. Perhaps this wasn’t one of our healthiest meals but it was a “last supper” so, damnit, we should enjoy the twins before they left us for a year. I gave the photos to the twins, and a couple of Vlad and Ryan, one in which they were kissing. Finally I produced the photos of Danny and Brad, telling Danny that I already sent jpegs to his dad.
“Oh good, I won’t have to come out to him I guess,” Danny said nonchalantly.
“I propose a toast to Adam and Aaron, who, in the grip of adversity, have managed to get it all together and will start the next phase of their lives tomorrow. Boys, you will be missed around here, especially when Robb makes KD for the rest of you tomorrow. Cheers!”
Aaron nailed the Yorkshire Pudding perfectly. Timing and temperature are everything apparently. I could see him running his own high class restaurant in the future.
“So guys, I’ve asked Ryan to marry me and after a box of kleenex he said ‘yes’. If I thought it would make him cry so much, maybe I wouldn’t have asked him,” Vlad said.
“They were tears of happiness -- just ask Scott,” Ryan said.
“Hell, I was crying too, thinking I was losing a boy until I realized I was gaining another,” I said, as I wrestled a cork from another bottle of Cabernet Franc.
“Maybe I’ll get Scott back now,” Jesse muttered.
“A lot has happened here in the past few days. Who wants to go to the cottage next weekend for the Labour Day weekend? I was hoping we could get away Friday morning and return on Sunday so we could kick back around here on Monday and get ready for another grueling year of college. Naturally Brad and Ryan are included and Robb, you can ask Dino if you want.”
“Scott, I have a suggestion. We were going to leave Ottawa on Thursday morning to come home. If we took the ‘Stang, we could take the back roads like Ryan and I did and go directly to your cottage. You could leave the truck for Robb to bring the others up North and James will have his car too,” Robb said.
“I should be able to come because I worked this weekend,” Brad said, as Danny gave him adoring glances.
“It works for me as long as I’m home for Monday,” Robb said.
“I don’t know if I have to work. Do you know Brad?” Jesse asked.
“No clue, man. Check the schedule online after dinner.”
“If you need the truck, Scott, I’m sure between my car and James’, there’ll be enough room. If not, I can swap rides with dad, who likes to pretend he is a teen occasionally,” Ryan said.
“Good idea, because I have lots of stuff to bring back from Ottawa,” Vlad said.
“I’ll call Dino and see if the weekend fits his busy schedule. I hope he can come so we can spend a whole weekend together,” Robb said.
It looked like a full house for next weekend. I was a little bummed that we would have to make do with the shit boat, but we would keep ourselves busy. I knew we had firewood to split and stack to keep the fireplace going on cold evenings. Sure, the electric heat was easier but I loved a wood fire. I usually forget to tell others about these chores until we get there.
We had a delightful meal, good conversation, and many great looking boys around the table to socialize with. Dessert was mixed fresh berries with a dollop of whipped cream, and was a nice light finish to a rich meal.
As we headed off to the fireplace, Robb got a call from Dino who was in the area and invited him over. I strung together all the videos we took of the water skiing, and planned to play it over the Apple TV on the big screen, but with Dino coming, I wanted to wait until he got here. Vlad played some music from the 90’s that the twins liked. He had replaced most of his MP3’s with Apple Lossless copies which are as good as CD quality. He could do this because he bought most of his music on CD’s. MP3 sounded fine in the car or truck but when you really wanted to listen to music, it got tiring after awhile, so Vlad kept the Apple Lossless music files on the server, while preserving the mp3 files on his laptop because he had a huge music library. We were in audio nirvana. When I had the library built, I ran a stereo cable from the sound card on the Mac Pro to the audio system which was pretty well underneath it so the cable length wasn’t a problem.
I had a bottle of 10 year old Taylor Fladgate tawny port which I was saving for a special occasion and this was it. It was bottled 10 years ago so it was really 20 year old. Port needs to be consumed soon after it’s opened so we had enough thirsty boys to ensure that. The phone rang so Robb answered it, and buzzed in Dino.
“Hey Dino, good to see you. Whats with the suit and tie? Were you at a funeral?” I joked.
“Um, not a funeral, rather a special musical interlude after the church service. A couple of former members of the choir from ages ago wanted to sing and I was included. These two are well known in the opera world and I was scared to death, but it worked out fine and I feel like a million bucks for getting through it,” Dino said.
“We are just about to open some lovely old port wine. Would you like some?”
“Sure, a tumbler will do fine for now,” Dino said.
I got the port out of the bottom of the wine cooler and opened it while Robb found a tray and some small wine glasses, which I filled. It came out that Dino didn’t have dinner because he was too nervous, so Aaron fixed him a plate and nuked it. I poured him a glass of red.
“Join us when you are finished, boys,” I said to Dino and Robb.
“Can we have a soak later?” Adam asked.
“Absolutely! It’ll be awhile before we can do that again, together,” I said.
I played something completely different for Robb and Dino. It was some choral work from King’s College, Cambridge, accompanied by the fabulous pipe organ that shook our loft. I could feel my hair moving.
“Promise me that you won’t be DJ at the pig roast. I wouldn’t want to see everyone leave,” Brad said.
“I detect a subtle hint so I’ll get Vlad back in the booth when this piece is over. I just figured it was a good fit with our baronial lifestyle tonight.”
I started the uncut video of all of us waterskiing, and sat down with the port while Vlad found some music more appropriate to the occasion.
“Is this where we are going for the weekend? It’s beautiful!” Brad commented.
“I don’t think we will be waterskiing because I traded in the boat, and I don’t get the new one until the spring but it’s a little bigger and it’s a V8. I shot this two weeks ago,” I said.
Robb and Dino finished at the dining table and sat in the best seat in the house for music. I filled everyone’s glass with port, while Vlad put the kettle on to make some green tea. The twins came in nude, stroking each other, wondering when we were coming out. It was like the bell at the end of a lecture: everyone stood up and moved outside.
“Jesse, did you login to see if you work on the weekend?” I asked.
“I’ll do that right now, mate.”
“I have to go through Caul’s clothes and see if there are any pants I can wear. I only have jeans and Vlad tells me I need smart casual if we go out to dinner,” I said.
“If you don’t find anything, you can wear my black Dockers. They should fit you.”
“It would be a fun excuse to get into your pants, love,” I said.
Jesse logged in, finding he had the weekend clear.
“Let’s go upstairs and find out,” Jesse said, as his voice cracked with anticipation, and we ran upstairs.
“Actually, if these cargo shorts fit, then the Dockers will too. Take them off me,” he said as he pressed his crotch against mine.
We stripped each other naked, finding each other totally erect. He pushed me onto the bed.
“Scott, I need to cum. I can’t stop thinking about you and Vlad having non-stop sex for three days and nights with the twins. I think if I aimed my cock at your face and concentrated enough, I could blast out a load all over your face, hands free,” Jesse said.
“I want to feel it sliding across my lips with it’s sweet dripping lube teasing my taste buds.”
We continued like this barely touching each other. He got my satin boxers and looped them around my cock once and proceeded to slide them up and down my shaft while holding the ends. The feeling was out of this world. Then he dragged the slippery material over my glans. This is when the deep kissing started, sending jolts of electricity to my nether regions and a few drops of pre out of him.
“Keep your lips closed when I start coming. I might force myself into your mouth anyways,” Jesse said.
Jesse’s cock with the foreskin mostly retracted ran back and forth under my nose, making me even harder. He was clean but his musk was unmistakably Jesse. When some precum squirted out, I had to lick it from the tip. Jesse began moaning while his cock danced on my face. His stomach was turning inside out while the underside of his totally exposed cock rubbed lightly against my lips.
“Ahhhh babes, I’m gonna fuck your face but don’t swallow. Suck it when it stops shooting,”
After several ropes of cum firing in my mouth with high pressure, I lay there in euphoria with my eyes closed and sucked him even though most of it was oozing out all over my face. Then there was a flash of light. I opened my eyes to find that Jesse took a picture of his cock shooting in my mouth. He pulled out and continued to cum on my face, and took more pictures which got me very excited.
“Spit it in my hole, and give it to me hard. After the twins, I can take it.”
I did as directed, using my tongue to make sure it got all the way in, spit on my cock, gave it a couple of strokes and plowed Jesse, with his strong legs over my shoulders, pulling all the way out then stuffing him again. In a half minute I was breeding him and moaning very loud, as was he. As I finished he had a second orgasm all over our bellies.
We laid there, lips locked for a few minutes, until I reached his camera phone, and got some pictures of the mess we created, and one of my cock still inside him. I eased out, kissed his forehead and lead him to the shower where we washed each other lovingly.
I found a couple of pairs of pants of Caul’s that fit me well enough. I didn’t want to wear Jesse’s because I had visions of being hard all the time. We grabbed some towels, I asked Jesse to send the photos to me so I could remember him while I was away as we walked downstairs.
“I will, but I don’t expect you to look at them since you will be with Vlad and the twins, but not to worry. What we did tonight blew my mind. I was thinking of the time be blew in each other’s ice cream and ate it. Now you know my hot button. I love you, Mister,” Jesse said.
“Mate, I love to hear you say that but its even better when we are grinding together nude, in front of our friends.”
Jesse, my hot Aussie boyfriend made me a Cuba Libra while I watched him going through the slalom fast and beautifully, on the big screen, his quadriceps bulging on every turn.
“So that’s what I look like. Not too shabby if I do say so myself, mate!”
“I could get off better watching these muscles working than watching porn,” I said, as I stroked the muscle group from his knee to his nuts, stroking the inner thigh as well.
I was up next, and was pleased with my performance, but Jesse felt me up through the entire run, and licked my ear when we hugged and rubbed our junk together.
“Hey mate, let’s get in the whirlpool and suck some dick,” Jesse said.
The water was nice and hot, but not as hot as Jesse. He was a sex fiend tonight, wanting to watch me blow Dino while he did it to Adam. There was no awkwardness, in fact Dino was fully retracted by the time my mouth encircled his more than adequate member. I forgot that he was a newbie to all of this. I would have gone slower but his loud moans of gratification really turned me on and my tongue was polishing his big smooth dark red glans which provided constant lubrication of the sweetest nectar I recall devouring. I attempted to stop only to have Dino grab the back of my head and shove his pretty cock which just became thick, as far down my throat as possible, where it erupted countless times. I had no recourse but to just keep swallowing as he pumped more and more down my throat. I can’t describe the flavour as most of it bypassed my taste buds but what I managed to lick off him after he let go of my head was noteworthy. I’d do him whenever he wanted.
I just finished kissing him and giving him a taste of his own, when Brad made his way over to me, and swallowed my hard cock. Danny was a lucky guy to have managed getting together with Brad, who was a fabulous cocksucker. So good, in fact, that I had to stop him or I would cum, and I wanted, more than anything, to return the favour. My wish came true. I had to pull it away from his abs to get my mouth over it. I never really determined if he was cut or not but it didn’t matter. Part of the fun was getting to explore his hard gymnast’s body with my hands as I worked on his all-day sucker.
“Give me a taste when you’ve finished, Scott. I’m hooked on his cum,” Danny said.
“I got a better idea. When we go to bed, I wanna fuck Scott while he shoves his thick cock up your ass. I know I can’t satisfy you with mine, and I’ve heard through the grapevine that Scott wants my kinky cock up the ass, so, are you down for it?” Brad asked.
I released his big balls from my mouth so I could answer in the affirmative. Danny was excited about it because it would be a win-win-win.
There was never a dull moment with the dynamics of our group. We were all good looking, and being swimmers, we were too sexy for clothes. There was no hardship doing each other because we bonded very well. I was very hard thinking about the three-way we just planned for tonight, but I had to finish packing so we could beat rush-hour in the morning.
“What time do you want to get away?” Aaron asked me.
“I was thinking around 6:30. That way we can stop for lunch when we are almost there, then have a nap when we get in while you guys get the place in order,” I said.
“Do you want me to fix breakfast?”
“It would be great if you did because nothing much is open at that hour and I want to put as many kilometers as possible early in the day.”
“I’ll cook the bacon now and nuke it in the morning,” Aaron said.
“Put on an apron. I don’t want this to get grease spattered,” I said, squeezing his big semi.
I excused myself from the party and went up to finish packing, charged my phone and laptop, brushed my teeth, and slipped between the sheets where I was joined in a minute by Adam who rested his head on my chest while we talked.
“I never would have thought our lives would be so intertwined after seeing you in Caul’s office only a few weeks ago. I was so jealous of Robb sucking your dick in the office and delighted to get an email from you guys. I was afraid we wouldn’t make the social connection.”
“I had to work on Caul a little. He was pretty cautious, but when you mistook Aaron for me, he came home saying we just had to get together. He really liked you, and obviously really loves you now, as do I,” Adam said.
We hugged and kissed and he slipped his boner between my legs. I pulled him up so his cock was rubbing my balls. I kissed his hair and rubbed his back -- and started crying.
“I’m sorry babes but I’m going to miss you guys so much. Do you think you guys could make it back either for Thanksgiving or the weekend before? That will be the pig roast. I know I can’t last four months without being with you guys and sharing love.”
Adam licked the teardrops from my face which for some reason was extremely erotic.
“They are a little salty,” he said, as he pressed his tongue into my mouth.
“I don’t think we have had such erotic lovemaking before. Sure, we fuck like minks, but tonight my love for you is the same as for Aaron. I must confess; I’ve always had a twin fantasy but never expected I would ever be in the sack with two beautiful twins, let alone being in love with both. And to think you have twin cousins! Doesn’t that make you crazy with lust?” I asked.
“We’ve obviously heard about the twin fantasy thing but don’t really understand it. Aaron and I love each other as much as two brothers could, or two lovers. When I’m having sex, it’s with Aaron, not myself. As for our cousins, we don’t have any fantasy about being with them. Sure, we like having sex because we have known them all our lives. They look so much like us it’s unreal, just taller, more muscle, and a couple of years older, and they don’t have weird eyes like us. We should have them up to your cottage next summer and maybe make a porn movie, just for ourselves. I’d love for you and Jesse to experience the four of us. Oh, almost forgot to tell you that they are hung pretty good, and, get this -- one is cut but they had him done in his early teens because of phimosis,” Adam explained.
“What attracts you to certain guys? Is it good looks, personality, or some combination,” I asked.
“Appearance is important initially even if it’s some small characteristic, like eye colour or a turned-up nose, but after that, substance becomes much more important, perhaps because we lost our dad, and step-dad was an asshole. We love you guys because we know you really care about us, like Caul did. I thought Caul was hot looking even if he was quite a bit older. He had a calm “take control” manner about him which I really respected. We both think all of you guys are sexy as Hell, being swimmers and all, which may account for our out-of-control libidos,” he chuckled.
Thankfully, Adam’s emotions were under control with the talk about Caul. I held him a little tighter just in case.
“I guess the same things make a guy sexy to me. Eyes can be a turn-on, smiles are my kryptonite, and Aaron’s giggle was very appealing; it’s also the only way I knew he wasn’t you when I first met him outside the bank, but your eyes are the most amazing ones I’ve seen. Sure, Ryan’s crystal blue eyes are enough to light up a room, but yours and Aaron’s are hypnotic having all the colour flecks in the hazel part, then the gold band circling that. If that wasn’t enough, the whites of your eyes are really white with no red streaks. Never think of them as weird. In case you were wondering, yes I love your huge cocks but if they were half the size, it wouldn’t make any difference how attracted I am to you. The things that are attractive over a long period of time usually have little to do with appearance and are more related to interpersonal skills and having the ability to communicate needs, desires, and goals, and the ability to grow together, so that one compliments the other. Aaron is right-brain dominant and you are left; the two of you could accomplish anything together,” I said.
“Danny and Brad are going to be my partners in a 3way tonight. Perhaps you guys can say your good-byes to Jesse tonight as Vlad and I still have three nights to say our goodbyes. I suppose Jesse won’t be the only one wanting to give you a send off, either,” I said.
The gang started arriving, beginning with a shower to get rid of the chlorine.
“That’s interesting what you said about cock size. I thought the only reason we had friends was because of our freaky big dicks,” Adam said, as he got on top of me again, rubbing his hard cock between my thighs.
“I guess we couldn’t do this with half the cock?”
“I’m sure we would figure out something,” I said.
“Feel like getting stuffed, Scott?” Brad said, as he stood in front of me displaying his unique saber dick, triggering a couple of drops of clear precum to ooze from my pee slit.
We wanted to get this fuck train out of the station, so Brad gave Danny a really good rimming as I super-sucked Brad. Adam made himself useful and rimmed me. With the lights turned low and a flicker of light coming from the gas fireplace, I sank my beer can cock in Danny, doggy style while he vocalized his appreciation. My fist encircled “Little Danny” while Brad, moving like a cat in the jungle sprang onto me and impregnated my hole, sending shivers down my spine. His upswept cock was on a mission to find my hot button and when he did he fucked me like a rabbit, sending my load into Danny as I had an anal orgasm.
By now, Robb and Dino were nude beside us in bed making out when Robb suggested that Dino fuck Brad while he would back up the track that Danny was heading down and let him crash into his caboose. Wisely, Robb got the Astrolube and applied it generously before the coupling. Adam unselfishly lubed Dino with saliva. The moans from Dino and Brad started out like Ravel’s Bolero, growing in complexity and depravity. I was in my happy place with Brad’s wiener giving me all kinds of new sensations. What he lacked in quantity he more than made up for in quality. Jesse, Aaron, Vlad, and Ryan were now circling the bed like vultures.
Jesse swapped saliva with me while the five of us fucked, so I guess we can blame him for Bolero’s ending which happened too soon. Jesse’s tongue was hard wired to my groin, so a few seconds of tongue action made me clench my ass and shoot into Danny a second time although this was a real orgasm. My ass clamping on Brad was too much for him, making him climax. Cum wasn’t a strong enough word. Dino, being a newbie was short on staying power so he noisily filled Brad. I kept screwing long enough to get Danny off. He gave Robb a hand job just before he came so Robb wasn’t far behind us. I think everyone had the dick twitches for a couple of minutes, after which we just collapsed on each other. We showered immediately, making good use of the wall jets.
Our return to the bed found Jesse fucking Vlad while Ryan had a suckfest with the twins. That progressed to Vlad and Jesse doing a DP with Adam, while Ryan screwed Aaron but maintained some body contact with Vlad. The loving glances that they gave each other confirmed their love. They switched it up again, with Jesse getting royally screwed by Adam while Vlad slipped into his husband-to-be, coming rapidly. Aaron used all of his analytical powers to conclude that Vlad’s hole had yet to be filled, so after a good licking, he gently inserted his 10” uncut manhood in Vlad. After a minute of moaning he begged Aaron for a pounding he won’t forget, and got it missionary style, accompanied by much kissing. Ryan got superheated watching his lover getting plowed and was stroking again, kneeling by Vlad’s face. When Aaron’s orgasm was imminent, he forced the head of his dick into Vlad’s mouth, and Aaron sucked his balls while Vlad sucked his head like a baby sucks on a bottle. Aaron pulled out and finished by frotting Vlad with a massive dual explosion. Ryan finished by rubbing his cock on Vlad’s face, shooting all over it, then played with the cum using his spent cock, smearing it all over his face. Vlad opened wide and cleaned his love’s beautiful love pole, then Ryan licked Vlad’s face clean, then they kissed.
It was such a beautiful sight, affecting me and Jesse emotionally and sexually, so we gave Vlad another facial by jerking each other, then licking off the evidence of our depravity from Vlad’s face, who did likewise to our dicks.
“I’m going to shower now unless anyone else wants to give me a cream rinse,” Vlad said.
Danny and Brad were hard again and sucked each other to get primed, while Robb and Dino stood there, hard, not knowing what to think. Once Robb’s mouth started on Dino, he no longer had to think. All four kneeled by Vlad’s face and pumped out a respectable load. Ryan and I did the cleanup, then deep kissed Vlad, one after the other, then we kissed each other, and helped Vlad to his feet.
After setting the exhaust fan on high, the five of them had a shower while the rest of us brushed our teeth. Jesse and I slept in one of the beds in the other room while Vlad and Ryan used the other. And sleep we did as we were “fucking” exhausted. 5:30 would come quickly.
to be continued ...
previously,
There was another round of hugs and kisses in which I was included. Marie gave the twins a box of cookies on our way out. I took a few shots of the exterior, we walked down the lane behind and got photos from that side, then took off.
“You guys are up to something. I can feel it,” Adam said.
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“I could have inhaled that whole batch of cookies. My mom used to make peanut butter cookies, and we didn’t have lunch,” I said.
“I have the roast ready to pop in the oven. I’m roasting small potatoes, onions and carrots around it. If you want to invite anybody for dinner, this will be a good one. I wonder if Robb wants to invite Dino? I’ll text him if that’s okay,” Aaron said. I gave him the nod.
“So, Adam, getting back to your statement, you are good at feeling things. Aaron and I had a discussion starting off with concerns about your mom’s drinking. To make a long story short, the idea is to move your mom in with your aunt, do a complete gut on your house, making 2 master suites on the second floor with walk-in closets and ensuites, and one big bed/sitting room on the third for your cousins and you guys when you visit. The main floor will keep the fireplace and stained glass window and the kitchen will be totally re-done, open to the rest of the space, and a patio door going out to a deck with a gas grill. The kitchen window becomes a mini greenhouse, and stone countertops will finish it off. The stairs to the basement will be eliminated because there will be a self contained apartment, whose income will pay the taxes and utilities. When it’s finished, they move back into it, and your aunt sells her house, and they all live happily ever after. What do you think?” I asked.
“Fucking “A”! But where does the money come from?”
“It’s called bridge financing or a short term mortgage. I think we could make a case for it with Ted. There are loads of details to work out. I think, if you want, you can try to find out what the renovated houses up the street from your mom are going for. I’ll get my real estate guy to look for properties comparable to your aunt’s house, and I’ll talk to Jeff when we get back to find an estimate per square foot for doing a gut and a first class renovation. Think of it this way, Adam. They will be starting with a blank slate, where new plumbing, heating, electrical, gas piping, air conditioning, windows, and insulation are easily installed. Even some walls can be moved,” I said.
“What’s the biggest bed you could put in the third floor bedroom?”
“One big enough for double twincest?”
“Good answer,” Adam chuckled.
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Eventually, the gang got back from the Athletic Center, Jesse opened the bar, and got some beer out. Dino couldn’t make it tonight for dinner. Vlad and I went to the library and had some Oban Scotch. He sure was excited about getting married but was also excited about our daily Scotch sipping. In fact he was making notes on the one’s we tried. Oban is slightly peaty and smoky but not like Lagavoulin’s more robust flavour.
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“How do you feel after your swim today?”
“Like pretty good actually. A little tired after 2 hours of swimming, but you know, I always felt tired after practicing that long. The plunge pool makes my joints feel better. Thanks for letting Ryan move in. How much rent do you want from me?” he asked.
“The same as you are charging the twins, but don’t tell anyone. If you can pay his share of the food, I’m happy,” I said.
“That’s not fair to you.”
“You guys bring joy to my life. I like taking care of you, and having Ryan here is a big part of caring for your emotional state while you are ill. He is one more person you can lean on when things get tough,” I said.
We had a tad more Scotch and I told Vlad about the possible project on the twin’s mom’s house.
“You know, I don’t think we have a backup plan for the twins should anything happen to you, Vlad.”
“I never thought of that. What should we do?” he asked.
“I suggest you talk to Ted before you get married because unless you elect to make other options, Ryan will inherit everything if you die, including your condo, which could make life awkward for the twins. If the deed is in Ottawa, you should bring it home along with all of your paperwork,” I said.
Vlad looked at me with those big puppy dog eyes, smiled, and gave me a hug.
“That’s why I pay you the big bucks,” he chuckled.
“Why don’t you tell Aaron to turn the oven up to the self-clean cycle? I’m starving, I said.
I went to my computer, put some photo paper in the printer and printed the photos I had saved, cut them to size, then put them in my pocket to give to the boys for their wallets after keeping copies for my wallet.
“I’m packing light because I have tons of clothes at the condo, some of which I want to bring home. It’s sounding more natural all the time to call this place home. I hope that’s okay,” Vlad said.
“It is your home, for as long a you want it to be, babes. Forever works, too,” I said.
“I should pack now. I hope if we go to the Bistro @Signatures for dinner, that I don’t need to wear a suit,” I said.
“A shirt with buttons and casual slacks will be fine, but don’t wear runners. You could try on some of Caul’s clothes, and perhaps Aaron should wear a long sleeve white shirt and black slacks so he looks like he belongs there, Vlad said.
Vlad came upstairs with me and went through my closet with a frown on his face.
“You have any suggestions for my wardrobe?” I asked.
“Have you considered the trash chute?”
“Baby, I purposely dress this way to make you look better,” I chuckled.
“When we get back, I’m taking you shopping at the Eaton Center. You don’t have to look like a bum to be casual. If you can’t afford $1,000 for some new clothes, I’ll buy them for you,” Vlad said.
We managed to get enough packed for three days before I received a text from Aaron telling me dinner was ready, so we flew down the stairs. It was magic before our eyes; everyone was there, the wine was open, and the huge standing rib roast was on a platter at the table waiting for Aaron to slice it. Somebody had put some cocktail piano music on the sound system. Robb and Brad helped load the plates after Aaron dropped a big slab of medium rare nicely marbled beef on each one. The meat wasn’t fatty because he cut the fat cap off, seasoned under it with coarse salt, ground pepper, and garlic cloves, then tied the fat cap back on. Naturally I photographed it.
Aaron made Yorkshire pudding to go with the roast, and the pan drippings made for an excellent gravy. Horseradish was there for anyone who liked their beef with a kick like a mule. Perhaps this wasn’t one of our healthiest meals but it was a “last supper” so, damnit, we should enjoy the twins before they left us for a year. I gave the photos to the twins, and a couple of Vlad and Ryan, one in which they were kissing. Finally I produced the photos of Danny and Brad, telling Danny that I already sent jpegs to his dad.
“Oh good, I won’t have to come out to him I guess,” Danny said nonchalantly.
“I propose a toast to Adam and Aaron, who, in the grip of adversity, have managed to get it all together and will start the next phase of their lives tomorrow. Boys, you will be missed around here, especially when Robb makes KD for the rest of you tomorrow. Cheers!”
Aaron nailed the Yorkshire Pudding perfectly. Timing and temperature are everything apparently. I could see him running his own high class restaurant in the future.
“So guys, I’ve asked Ryan to marry me and after a box of kleenex he said ‘yes’. If I thought it would make him cry so much, maybe I wouldn’t have asked him,” Vlad said.
“They were tears of happiness -- just ask Scott,” Ryan said.
“Hell, I was crying too, thinking I was losing a boy until I realized I was gaining another,” I said, as I wrestled a cork from another bottle of Cabernet Franc.
“Maybe I’ll get Scott back now,” Jesse muttered.
“A lot has happened here in the past few days. Who wants to go to the cottage next weekend for the Labour Day weekend? I was hoping we could get away Friday morning and return on Sunday so we could kick back around here on Monday and get ready for another grueling year of college. Naturally Brad and Ryan are included and Robb, you can ask Dino if you want.”
“Scott, I have a suggestion. We were going to leave Ottawa on Thursday morning to come home. If we took the ‘Stang, we could take the back roads like Ryan and I did and go directly to your cottage. You could leave the truck for Robb to bring the others up North and James will have his car too,” Robb said.
“I should be able to come because I worked this weekend,” Brad said, as Danny gave him adoring glances.
“It works for me as long as I’m home for Monday,” Robb said.
“I don’t know if I have to work. Do you know Brad?” Jesse asked.
“No clue, man. Check the schedule online after dinner.”
“If you need the truck, Scott, I’m sure between my car and James’, there’ll be enough room. If not, I can swap rides with dad, who likes to pretend he is a teen occasionally,” Ryan said.
“Good idea, because I have lots of stuff to bring back from Ottawa,” Vlad said.
“I’ll call Dino and see if the weekend fits his busy schedule. I hope he can come so we can spend a whole weekend together,” Robb said.
It looked like a full house for next weekend. I was a little bummed that we would have to make do with the shit boat, but we would keep ourselves busy. I knew we had firewood to split and stack to keep the fireplace going on cold evenings. Sure, the electric heat was easier but I loved a wood fire. I usually forget to tell others about these chores until we get there.
We had a delightful meal, good conversation, and many great looking boys around the table to socialize with. Dessert was mixed fresh berries with a dollop of whipped cream, and was a nice light finish to a rich meal.
As we headed off to the fireplace, Robb got a call from Dino who was in the area and invited him over. I strung together all the videos we took of the water skiing, and planned to play it over the Apple TV on the big screen, but with Dino coming, I wanted to wait until he got here. Vlad played some music from the 90’s that the twins liked. He had replaced most of his MP3’s with Apple Lossless copies which are as good as CD quality. He could do this because he bought most of his music on CD’s. MP3 sounded fine in the car or truck but when you really wanted to listen to music, it got tiring after awhile, so Vlad kept the Apple Lossless music files on the server, while preserving the mp3 files on his laptop because he had a huge music library. We were in audio nirvana. When I had the library built, I ran a stereo cable from the sound card on the Mac Pro to the audio system which was pretty well underneath it so the cable length wasn’t a problem.
I had a bottle of 10 year old Taylor Fladgate tawny port which I was saving for a special occasion and this was it. It was bottled 10 years ago so it was really 20 year old. Port needs to be consumed soon after it’s opened so we had enough thirsty boys to ensure that. The phone rang so Robb answered it, and buzzed in Dino.
“Hey Dino, good to see you. Whats with the suit and tie? Were you at a funeral?” I joked.
“Um, not a funeral, rather a special musical interlude after the church service. A couple of former members of the choir from ages ago wanted to sing and I was included. These two are well known in the opera world and I was scared to death, but it worked out fine and I feel like a million bucks for getting through it,” Dino said.
“We are just about to open some lovely old port wine. Would you like some?”
“Sure, a tumbler will do fine for now,” Dino said.
I got the port out of the bottom of the wine cooler and opened it while Robb found a tray and some small wine glasses, which I filled. It came out that Dino didn’t have dinner because he was too nervous, so Aaron fixed him a plate and nuked it. I poured him a glass of red.
“Join us when you are finished, boys,” I said to Dino and Robb.
“Can we have a soak later?” Adam asked.
“Absolutely! It’ll be awhile before we can do that again, together,” I said.
I played something completely different for Robb and Dino. It was some choral work from King’s College, Cambridge, accompanied by the fabulous pipe organ that shook our loft. I could feel my hair moving.
“Promise me that you won’t be DJ at the pig roast. I wouldn’t want to see everyone leave,” Brad said.
“I detect a subtle hint so I’ll get Vlad back in the booth when this piece is over. I just figured it was a good fit with our baronial lifestyle tonight.”
I started the uncut video of all of us waterskiing, and sat down with the port while Vlad found some music more appropriate to the occasion.
“Is this where we are going for the weekend? It’s beautiful!” Brad commented.
“I don’t think we will be waterskiing because I traded in the boat, and I don’t get the new one until the spring but it’s a little bigger and it’s a V8. I shot this two weeks ago,” I said.
Robb and Dino finished at the dining table and sat in the best seat in the house for music. I filled everyone’s glass with port, while Vlad put the kettle on to make some green tea. The twins came in nude, stroking each other, wondering when we were coming out. It was like the bell at the end of a lecture: everyone stood up and moved outside.
“Jesse, did you login to see if you work on the weekend?” I asked.
“I’ll do that right now, mate.”
“I have to go through Caul’s clothes and see if there are any pants I can wear. I only have jeans and Vlad tells me I need smart casual if we go out to dinner,” I said.
“If you don’t find anything, you can wear my black Dockers. They should fit you.”
“It would be a fun excuse to get into your pants, love,” I said.
Jesse logged in, finding he had the weekend clear.
“Let’s go upstairs and find out,” Jesse said, as his voice cracked with anticipation, and we ran upstairs.
“Actually, if these cargo shorts fit, then the Dockers will too. Take them off me,” he said as he pressed his crotch against mine.
We stripped each other naked, finding each other totally erect. He pushed me onto the bed.
“Scott, I need to cum. I can’t stop thinking about you and Vlad having non-stop sex for three days and nights with the twins. I think if I aimed my cock at your face and concentrated enough, I could blast out a load all over your face, hands free,” Jesse said.
“I want to feel it sliding across my lips with it’s sweet dripping lube teasing my taste buds.”
We continued like this barely touching each other. He got my satin boxers and looped them around my cock once and proceeded to slide them up and down my shaft while holding the ends. The feeling was out of this world. Then he dragged the slippery material over my glans. This is when the deep kissing started, sending jolts of electricity to my nether regions and a few drops of pre out of him.
“Keep your lips closed when I start coming. I might force myself into your mouth anyways,” Jesse said.
Jesse’s cock with the foreskin mostly retracted ran back and forth under my nose, making me even harder. He was clean but his musk was unmistakably Jesse. When some precum squirted out, I had to lick it from the tip. Jesse began moaning while his cock danced on my face. His stomach was turning inside out while the underside of his totally exposed cock rubbed lightly against my lips.
“Ahhhh babes, I’m gonna fuck your face but don’t swallow. Suck it when it stops shooting,”
After several ropes of cum firing in my mouth with high pressure, I lay there in euphoria with my eyes closed and sucked him even though most of it was oozing out all over my face. Then there was a flash of light. I opened my eyes to find that Jesse took a picture of his cock shooting in my mouth. He pulled out and continued to cum on my face, and took more pictures which got me very excited.
“Spit it in my hole, and give it to me hard. After the twins, I can take it.”
I did as directed, using my tongue to make sure it got all the way in, spit on my cock, gave it a couple of strokes and plowed Jesse, with his strong legs over my shoulders, pulling all the way out then stuffing him again. In a half minute I was breeding him and moaning very loud, as was he. As I finished he had a second orgasm all over our bellies.
We laid there, lips locked for a few minutes, until I reached his camera phone, and got some pictures of the mess we created, and one of my cock still inside him. I eased out, kissed his forehead and lead him to the shower where we washed each other lovingly.
I found a couple of pairs of pants of Caul’s that fit me well enough. I didn’t want to wear Jesse’s because I had visions of being hard all the time. We grabbed some towels, I asked Jesse to send the photos to me so I could remember him while I was away as we walked downstairs.
“I will, but I don’t expect you to look at them since you will be with Vlad and the twins, but not to worry. What we did tonight blew my mind. I was thinking of the time be blew in each other’s ice cream and ate it. Now you know my hot button. I love you, Mister,” Jesse said.
“Mate, I love to hear you say that but its even better when we are grinding together nude, in front of our friends.”
Jesse, my hot Aussie boyfriend made me a Cuba Libra while I watched him going through the slalom fast and beautifully, on the big screen, his quadriceps bulging on every turn.
“So that’s what I look like. Not too shabby if I do say so myself, mate!”
“I could get off better watching these muscles working than watching porn,” I said, as I stroked the muscle group from his knee to his nuts, stroking the inner thigh as well.
I was up next, and was pleased with my performance, but Jesse felt me up through the entire run, and licked my ear when we hugged and rubbed our junk together.
“Hey mate, let’s get in the whirlpool and suck some dick,” Jesse said.
The water was nice and hot, but not as hot as Jesse. He was a sex fiend tonight, wanting to watch me blow Dino while he did it to Adam. There was no awkwardness, in fact Dino was fully retracted by the time my mouth encircled his more than adequate member. I forgot that he was a newbie to all of this. I would have gone slower but his loud moans of gratification really turned me on and my tongue was polishing his big smooth dark red glans which provided constant lubrication of the sweetest nectar I recall devouring. I attempted to stop only to have Dino grab the back of my head and shove his pretty cock which just became thick, as far down my throat as possible, where it erupted countless times. I had no recourse but to just keep swallowing as he pumped more and more down my throat. I can’t describe the flavour as most of it bypassed my taste buds but what I managed to lick off him after he let go of my head was noteworthy. I’d do him whenever he wanted.
I just finished kissing him and giving him a taste of his own, when Brad made his way over to me, and swallowed my hard cock. Danny was a lucky guy to have managed getting together with Brad, who was a fabulous cocksucker. So good, in fact, that I had to stop him or I would cum, and I wanted, more than anything, to return the favour. My wish came true. I had to pull it away from his abs to get my mouth over it. I never really determined if he was cut or not but it didn’t matter. Part of the fun was getting to explore his hard gymnast’s body with my hands as I worked on his all-day sucker.
“Give me a taste when you’ve finished, Scott. I’m hooked on his cum,” Danny said.
“I got a better idea. When we go to bed, I wanna fuck Scott while he shoves his thick cock up your ass. I know I can’t satisfy you with mine, and I’ve heard through the grapevine that Scott wants my kinky cock up the ass, so, are you down for it?” Brad asked.
I released his big balls from my mouth so I could answer in the affirmative. Danny was excited about it because it would be a win-win-win.
There was never a dull moment with the dynamics of our group. We were all good looking, and being swimmers, we were too sexy for clothes. There was no hardship doing each other because we bonded very well. I was very hard thinking about the three-way we just planned for tonight, but I had to finish packing so we could beat rush-hour in the morning.
“What time do you want to get away?” Aaron asked me.
“I was thinking around 6:30. That way we can stop for lunch when we are almost there, then have a nap when we get in while you guys get the place in order,” I said.
“Do you want me to fix breakfast?”
“It would be great if you did because nothing much is open at that hour and I want to put as many kilometers as possible early in the day.”
“I’ll cook the bacon now and nuke it in the morning,” Aaron said.
“Put on an apron. I don’t want this to get grease spattered,” I said, squeezing his big semi.
I excused myself from the party and went up to finish packing, charged my phone and laptop, brushed my teeth, and slipped between the sheets where I was joined in a minute by Adam who rested his head on my chest while we talked.
“I never would have thought our lives would be so intertwined after seeing you in Caul’s office only a few weeks ago. I was so jealous of Robb sucking your dick in the office and delighted to get an email from you guys. I was afraid we wouldn’t make the social connection.”
“I had to work on Caul a little. He was pretty cautious, but when you mistook Aaron for me, he came home saying we just had to get together. He really liked you, and obviously really loves you now, as do I,” Adam said.
We hugged and kissed and he slipped his boner between my legs. I pulled him up so his cock was rubbing my balls. I kissed his hair and rubbed his back -- and started crying.
“I’m sorry babes but I’m going to miss you guys so much. Do you think you guys could make it back either for Thanksgiving or the weekend before? That will be the pig roast. I know I can’t last four months without being with you guys and sharing love.”
Adam licked the teardrops from my face which for some reason was extremely erotic.
“They are a little salty,” he said, as he pressed his tongue into my mouth.
“I don’t think we have had such erotic lovemaking before. Sure, we fuck like minks, but tonight my love for you is the same as for Aaron. I must confess; I’ve always had a twin fantasy but never expected I would ever be in the sack with two beautiful twins, let alone being in love with both. And to think you have twin cousins! Doesn’t that make you crazy with lust?” I asked.
“We’ve obviously heard about the twin fantasy thing but don’t really understand it. Aaron and I love each other as much as two brothers could, or two lovers. When I’m having sex, it’s with Aaron, not myself. As for our cousins, we don’t have any fantasy about being with them. Sure, we like having sex because we have known them all our lives. They look so much like us it’s unreal, just taller, more muscle, and a couple of years older, and they don’t have weird eyes like us. We should have them up to your cottage next summer and maybe make a porn movie, just for ourselves. I’d love for you and Jesse to experience the four of us. Oh, almost forgot to tell you that they are hung pretty good, and, get this -- one is cut but they had him done in his early teens because of phimosis,” Adam explained.
“What attracts you to certain guys? Is it good looks, personality, or some combination,” I asked.
“Appearance is important initially even if it’s some small characteristic, like eye colour or a turned-up nose, but after that, substance becomes much more important, perhaps because we lost our dad, and step-dad was an asshole. We love you guys because we know you really care about us, like Caul did. I thought Caul was hot looking even if he was quite a bit older. He had a calm “take control” manner about him which I really respected. We both think all of you guys are sexy as Hell, being swimmers and all, which may account for our out-of-control libidos,” he chuckled.
Thankfully, Adam’s emotions were under control with the talk about Caul. I held him a little tighter just in case.
“I guess the same things make a guy sexy to me. Eyes can be a turn-on, smiles are my kryptonite, and Aaron’s giggle was very appealing; it’s also the only way I knew he wasn’t you when I first met him outside the bank, but your eyes are the most amazing ones I’ve seen. Sure, Ryan’s crystal blue eyes are enough to light up a room, but yours and Aaron’s are hypnotic having all the colour flecks in the hazel part, then the gold band circling that. If that wasn’t enough, the whites of your eyes are really white with no red streaks. Never think of them as weird. In case you were wondering, yes I love your huge cocks but if they were half the size, it wouldn’t make any difference how attracted I am to you. The things that are attractive over a long period of time usually have little to do with appearance and are more related to interpersonal skills and having the ability to communicate needs, desires, and goals, and the ability to grow together, so that one compliments the other. Aaron is right-brain dominant and you are left; the two of you could accomplish anything together,” I said.
“Danny and Brad are going to be my partners in a 3way tonight. Perhaps you guys can say your good-byes to Jesse tonight as Vlad and I still have three nights to say our goodbyes. I suppose Jesse won’t be the only one wanting to give you a send off, either,” I said.
The gang started arriving, beginning with a shower to get rid of the chlorine.
“That’s interesting what you said about cock size. I thought the only reason we had friends was because of our freaky big dicks,” Adam said, as he got on top of me again, rubbing his hard cock between my thighs.
“I guess we couldn’t do this with half the cock?”
“I’m sure we would figure out something,” I said.
“Feel like getting stuffed, Scott?” Brad said, as he stood in front of me displaying his unique saber dick, triggering a couple of drops of clear precum to ooze from my pee slit.
We wanted to get this fuck train out of the station, so Brad gave Danny a really good rimming as I super-sucked Brad. Adam made himself useful and rimmed me. With the lights turned low and a flicker of light coming from the gas fireplace, I sank my beer can cock in Danny, doggy style while he vocalized his appreciation. My fist encircled “Little Danny” while Brad, moving like a cat in the jungle sprang onto me and impregnated my hole, sending shivers down my spine. His upswept cock was on a mission to find my hot button and when he did he fucked me like a rabbit, sending my load into Danny as I had an anal orgasm.
By now, Robb and Dino were nude beside us in bed making out when Robb suggested that Dino fuck Brad while he would back up the track that Danny was heading down and let him crash into his caboose. Wisely, Robb got the Astrolube and applied it generously before the coupling. Adam unselfishly lubed Dino with saliva. The moans from Dino and Brad started out like Ravel’s Bolero, growing in complexity and depravity. I was in my happy place with Brad’s wiener giving me all kinds of new sensations. What he lacked in quantity he more than made up for in quality. Jesse, Aaron, Vlad, and Ryan were now circling the bed like vultures.
Jesse swapped saliva with me while the five of us fucked, so I guess we can blame him for Bolero’s ending which happened too soon. Jesse’s tongue was hard wired to my groin, so a few seconds of tongue action made me clench my ass and shoot into Danny a second time although this was a real orgasm. My ass clamping on Brad was too much for him, making him climax. Cum wasn’t a strong enough word. Dino, being a newbie was short on staying power so he noisily filled Brad. I kept screwing long enough to get Danny off. He gave Robb a hand job just before he came so Robb wasn’t far behind us. I think everyone had the dick twitches for a couple of minutes, after which we just collapsed on each other. We showered immediately, making good use of the wall jets.
Our return to the bed found Jesse fucking Vlad while Ryan had a suckfest with the twins. That progressed to Vlad and Jesse doing a DP with Adam, while Ryan screwed Aaron but maintained some body contact with Vlad. The loving glances that they gave each other confirmed their love. They switched it up again, with Jesse getting royally screwed by Adam while Vlad slipped into his husband-to-be, coming rapidly. Aaron used all of his analytical powers to conclude that Vlad’s hole had yet to be filled, so after a good licking, he gently inserted his 10” uncut manhood in Vlad. After a minute of moaning he begged Aaron for a pounding he won’t forget, and got it missionary style, accompanied by much kissing. Ryan got superheated watching his lover getting plowed and was stroking again, kneeling by Vlad’s face. When Aaron’s orgasm was imminent, he forced the head of his dick into Vlad’s mouth, and Aaron sucked his balls while Vlad sucked his head like a baby sucks on a bottle. Aaron pulled out and finished by frotting Vlad with a massive dual explosion. Ryan finished by rubbing his cock on Vlad’s face, shooting all over it, then played with the cum using his spent cock, smearing it all over his face. Vlad opened wide and cleaned his love’s beautiful love pole, then Ryan licked Vlad’s face clean, then they kissed.
It was such a beautiful sight, affecting me and Jesse emotionally and sexually, so we gave Vlad another facial by jerking each other, then licking off the evidence of our depravity from Vlad’s face, who did likewise to our dicks.
“I’m going to shower now unless anyone else wants to give me a cream rinse,” Vlad said.
Danny and Brad were hard again and sucked each other to get primed, while Robb and Dino stood there, hard, not knowing what to think. Once Robb’s mouth started on Dino, he no longer had to think. All four kneeled by Vlad’s face and pumped out a respectable load. Ryan and I did the cleanup, then deep kissed Vlad, one after the other, then we kissed each other, and helped Vlad to his feet.
After setting the exhaust fan on high, the five of them had a shower while the rest of us brushed our teeth. Jesse and I slept in one of the beds in the other room while Vlad and Ryan used the other. And sleep we did as we were “fucking” exhausted. 5:30 would come quickly.
to be continued ...
^ I had a similar problem last night when I was Proof-reading this chapter - fortunately, I protected the laptop keyboard!
Damn, I was going to put a large towel alert at the beginning of ch 69 but I figured you guys would be prepared for a chapter numbered thusly.
I DID notice that when I was proof-reading, and was thinking about its appropriateness.
Another case of "Names that work" (or numbers in this case)
Another case of "Names that work" (or numbers in this case)
Chaz, you do that exaggerated wink just like Bambi does. Is there anything going on I need to know about? (hopefully it posts this time rather than vanishing into the ether)
The team's official skin lotion is Aloe Vera. I should have posted a warning to read only one chapter a day. It was never my intention to have readers destroying their toys. I appreciate your commenting on the story, or should I say on the detrimental effects of reading the story. I love comments and ratings.
I hoped to get out the next chapter by now, but life intervened. I've been so jealous of Scott's awesome bathroom and shower at the loft, that I have planned a similar one with a frameless glass wall and door, 3 shower heads including the rain head, hand unit, and main, plus 2 body jets, thermostatic control, LED lighting, the latest hi tech waterproofing membranes, heated floor and a solid glass vessel on my granite topped vanity. The shower is only 3 x 5 so it will be a squeeze for me and the twins. I outdid Scott with the French toilet and it's electronic heated seat, charcoal filter, fore and aft bidet nozzles for doing away with toilet paper, and a fan to blow warm air on my derriere. It's all operated with a remote control. Did I mention the shower is barrier free so when I get old and feeble, I can roll into it in a wheel chair? I even thought to change out the door for a wider one. Construction begins in about a week. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!
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Oh! Yeah!
I would SO like to see those plans/blueprints!!
Could I "afford" that? Probably not!
That doesn't mean I wouldn't do it any way!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I don't see why you should be able to afford it. I can't. I have to do it though.
If I can get the team to come here, and fly the twins here also, I will let you know
Chapter 70 nears completion, and if all the planets are aligned, it will be posted next week
Chapter seventy
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Previously
After setting the exhaust fan on high, the five of them had a shower while the rest of us brushed our teeth. Jesse and I slept in one of the beds in the other room while Vlad and Ryan used the other. And sleep we did as we were “fucking” exhausted. 5:30 would come quickly.
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As was my norm, I awoke moments before the alarm would have sounded on the iPhone, removed my arm from around Jesse’s butt, and went to wake the twins who looked like angels, spooned together.
“Road trip!” I stage whispered, reviving them immediately.
Adam pulled me onto the bed between them. We all exchanged our first kisses of the day.
“This day has been approaching slowly and suddenly it’s here. I’m so excited,” Aaron said.
Get dressed or showered. I’m going to go for the extra layer of deodorant, get dressed and put on some coffee. I need to pack some more clothes and bathing suits because Vlad and I will probably go directly to the cottage from Ottawa,” I said.
“We showered after sex just before we went to sleep so we’ll get dressed now too.” Adam said.
I got Vlad up; he was already up, depending on one’s interpretation, packed my few remaining things, headed downstairs, grabbing my laptop and charger on the way. Aaron barely beat me to the kitchen, so I made the coffee and got the juice glasses out while he set up his assembly line. I was surprised that everyone got up. It was easy to tell the ones who intended to go back to bed as they were in their undies. Robb, Dino, Ryan, and Brad had to work today leaving Jesse and Danny to their own devices. I’m sure they will have fun! I wondered if James would catch them in the act because he would be back with Jeff and Josh by 9:00 AM. Maybe they would have a 5 way. I felt my trouser snake trying to get out, thinking of Jeff’s nicely trimmed hairy chest and muscles that didn’t come from a gym. Of course, my mind had to peek at his beautiful all natural 9-½” of manhood.
Aaron did it up right. I expected a sandwich to eat in the elevator on the way down to the truck, but it was a sit-down affair at the dining table, being a bit cool on the deck, especially for Jesse in his Timoteo jock/briefs. His body could lose considerable heat from those lovely orbs. Seeing Aaron’s breakfast gave me a good appetite; I didn’t need to be thinking about Jesse’s ass. Anyway, everything was great; the bacon was crisp in spite of him frying it last night. Maybe it was because of it. Another half-cup of coffee got me all set up for the drive, so I shaved, brushed and packed those items, filled my mug, and we were ready for our road trip! It would be about five hours according to the route I pulled up on the computer. On my suggestion, Vlad took a pillow with him in case he felt like a nap, and I had a good hug with Jesse.
Ryan helped take our luggage down, so we made it all in one trip. I entered the destination in the GPS as Vlad and Ryan said bye. You would think they were being separated for a year. It was a “feel good” moment: I was*pleased*they were getting married. I hoped Jesse would decide ultimately to emigrate to Canada after school and, if everything worked out,*we could get married also.*However, this was not the time to be considering it.*I needed to consult with Jesse for sure!
Although it was just before 6:30 when we pulled onto the highway, there was already a fair amount of traffic, but it was moving at the limit. Soon enough we were heading east on the 401 and I was sipping coffee from my awesome insulated coffee mug that looked like a Canon telephoto lens. I looked in the back seat, finding the twins using each other for pillows. I noticed Vlad had his seat tipped back and was using the pillow.
“You might as well just close your eyes and sleep. We will be on here until Belleville, then it’s north-east to Tweed to hit the Trans Canada Highway. It gets a bit more interesting up there, and is downright pretty in Perth where I hope to have lunch,” I said.
“Okay, but if you are tired and want me to take over or just talk to you, wake me up,” he said as he reached over and stroked my inner thigh, and a trucker gave us a blast on his air horn and a thumbs up. We waved!
Traffic was thinning out nicely now that we were out of Toronto. The GPS showed an arrow straight road, which I knew it was for the next hour and a half. I had plenty of time to think about our living arrangement, about how much I would miss the twins. When would Vlad and Ryan get married and where? It would be nice if they could do it on the pig roast weekend and do it at the loft. I could fly the twins back for the weekend: Porter Air, who flies from the Toronto Island airport wants just over $100 each way per person taxes included, so sure, I can afford it, and the trip is less than an hour. Perhaps it will be the first flight for them.
It would be nice to meet Ryan’s parents, and entertain Ted. I don’t know what I’d have done without him sorting everything out for me in the spring, then again when I purchased the loft and sold the house. He has touched all of our lives except for Jesse, James, and Danny. Ryan’s brothers should be invited, but I wouldn’t be upset if they weren’t comfortable with that. Ryan didn’t really speak of them. His oldest brother is married and quite a bit older. His other brother recently finished college and Ryan is just starting, so I guess there is four years difference in their ages. We could do the wedding in the late morning and have a lunch on the roof if the weather co-operated. The pig would be roasting for the teams later on. Darn, we need to find a band. Brad knew everybody so hopefully he might know of one. I hope all the coaches for swimming, diving, and gymnastics can make our beer bust.
School will be starting a week from tomorrow; I wish I was going to have time to talk to Jeff and Josh about a possible reno job for the twins’ mother’s house. Perhaps if the twins were busy getting the condo sorted out I might have time to do some rough drawings that I could send, along with an email indicating roughly what was to be done, so he could work out a price, or a guesstimate. I should phone my realtor and check out prices in the area of Réjeanne’s and Marie’s houses. Maybe it won’t be feasible after all, but we need to find out. The last thing the twins needed was trouble with Réjeanne.
We need to call Bruce McGovern at the bank. Hopefully he can join us for dinner at the school’s restaurant. His connection, which got Adam into UO with full financial aid, was worth at least the best meal in Ottawa. I fiddled with the GPS, zooming it out all the way. The Expedition’s optional navigation system - the first in a Ford vehicle - is located for ease of use. The 5-inch color display screen is high on the instrument panel, for easy visibility. It is located within the normal 35 degree vertical field of vision so the driver can keep the road in peripheral view even when consulting the navigation screen.
I noticed we were near Brighton, which was directly across Lake Ontario from Rochester. It appeared to be the widest part of the lake. I wondered how Kyle was. He would be in class shortly if he had a morning class. It was hard to think about Kyle without some hard daydreaming; I missed him and his Nordic good looks, blond hair, and strong fuzzy legs. I snapped back to the present and saw the sign that we were in Belleville and the next exit was for Highway 37 and Tweed. It’s hard to believe we had travelled almost 140 kilometers already with me planning out the next few days. There was a gas station a couple of kilometers after we turned onto 37 so I decided to top up the tank and take a pee break.
“Guys, we are past Belleville now, on our way to Tweed. Who needs to pee?” I asked.
Turns out we all did. I filled the tank first and moved the truck out of the way. It didn’t take much gas as the trip computer was saying 20 M.P.G. since we got out of the city. I normally drove in two wheel drive mode to maximize fuel economy. What can I say? It’s in my DNA. I tried to talk dad into the 5.4 Triton V8, telling him it was quieter, but the 2 M.P.G. difference was the deal breaker. Nevertheless, it never seemed to lack power and it was very quiet due to some tricky re-engineering for the 2003 model. They even used the engine as a balancer to damp out suspension vibrations. The ride was smooth because of the independent rear suspension and the air suspension assist on all four corners.
Vlad and I went to the bathroom and locked the door. It was fun holding another, breaking the monotony of the trip.
“Can I drive for awhile? I haven’t driven since I left Ottawa.” Vlad asked.
“Sure, if you have your license with you…”
“Never leave home without it, but I need a “G” license holder with me after dark,” Vlad said.
He was a careful driver, not intimidated by the size of the Expedition. For me, it was a welcome break to look at the scenery and chat with the twins.
“We have been back to Québec a couple of times, but we just took the 401, which is so boring. Does this route take longer?” Adam asked.
“This one is about five hours, or twenty minutes longer than the 401, but it saves 40 kilometers. The problem with the 401 is if there is a big accident, you can sit there for hours, with no way to turn around or get off, unless you happen to have a cutie and a set of twins with you, then, at least you can get off,” I said. Aaron giggled.
“You know, like I’ve never received road head but I gave it to Ryan on the way to the cottage. I guess those long distance truckers have some interesting scenery. Ryan didn’t even realize there was a tractor-trailer beside us until I finished and got my mouth off him. That’s when he gave us a toot toot and a wave,” Vlad said.
I saw a sign for Tweed which was coming up, and Highway 7 was just past there. When we got to the town we’d be about half-way there, and time was flying. I sent my Real Estate guy an email from my phone giving him Aunt Marie’s and Réjeanne’s addresses asking for a comparable for Marie’s and a guesstimate for Réjeanne’s, telling him it was ready for a complete renovation, or better described as a knock-down. I also asked the price on recent sales of the smaller renovated town houses on the street, telling him, at this stage, it was just to see if my ideas were even possible, and that he could use street-view on his computer. I told him I was away from the city for 6 days but whenever he had some information, to please email it to me.
Being on a quest for knowledge, I fired off an email to Jeff to make sure he got the money and to ask him about renovation costs for a complete re-fit of a hundred plus year old house downtown. I gave him the square footages, a rough layout for the two and a half storey house, and a separate basement apartment, explaining everything was to go except an old bathtub, two fireplace mantels and a stained glass window. The new windows on the front should match what is there now. The main floor was to be open plan. I sent off the pictures I took of the house to Jeff, also.
I was so wrapped up in planning the house that when I finished with it, I discovered that Tweed was history. We were on our way, with Perth about an hour away. Vlad was a smooth driver, content to keep truckin’ on, so I let him.
I refer to the Expedition as a truck which it is technically, but prior to the ’03 year it was built on the pickup truck platform. This year, everything was new or different about it from suspension to insane levels of noise abatement. The leather seats were comfortable without being like a couch. They gave proper support, so when you arrived, you got out and felt refreshed. Eddie Bauer models came with climate-controlled seating, which includes power seats with lumbar supports. These offered both heating and cooling through the use of an internal heat pump inside the seat structure that delivers climate-controlled forced air through perforations in the two tone extra soft surfaces. Controls allow separate settings for air speed and temperature for both the driver and front passenger. We put some music on--Adam surrendered his phone and I plugged it into the optional Audiophile system with its six-CD changer built into the instrument panel. It powers seven speakers, including a subwoofer, with 340 watts of peak power.
The first song up was Queen, “We are the Champions”, so we all sang along including Foghorn T. Leghorn, aka me. We really needed Robb along to sing falsetto. I quit singing after the first song, and the others followed my lead after the second. Aaron was curious about the condo: did it have a TV and a stereo? Was it far to get groceries? Was it air conditioned?
“All your questions will be answered when you walk in. I usually walked to the grocery store unless I was doing a big shop, then I took my uncle’s old Grand Marquis. I looked silly in it, but since I lived downtown, I rarely drove anywhere, and don’t have my full license yet. I should sell it. It looks like a boat,” Vlad said.
“Does it run well and look alright, or does it send out clouds of smoke or have rust holes?” Adam asked.
“The car is fine, but old, like ten years old maybe. It looks good with an interior resembling a bordello. It’s just not me. I don’t even carry collision insurance, figuring if I crash it, it’ll go to the scrap yard. Why do you ask?”
“We both have our “G”. This drive is pretty stress free, and if we had a car, we could come home to visit more often if Scott would let us buy it,” Adam suggested.
“Like I’ll show it to you and all, but I had another idea for it. Ryan hates driving his Mustang in the winter, and the old Mercury plows through anything, trust me because we get some dreadful winters here,” Vlad said.
“I have two thoughts on the issue; if you give it to Ryan, he needs to park it somewhere; if you sell it to the twins, it’s just one more thing for them to look after. I wouldn’t mind taking my convertible off the road for the winter, which, if stored elsewhere, would give Ryan a place to park. James is parking in Kyle’s spot. I suppose we could ask building management if they know of any spots for rent. Let’s look at the car first as this is getting far too complicated,” I said.
“I smell burning rubber, Scott. I think your mind is speeding again. Just relax. It’ll sort itself out,” Aaron said as he leaned forward and gave me a neck massage followed by a kiss.
“You are absolutely correct. I guess I try to solve everybody’s problems. You guys need to make your own decisions, make your own mistakes. That way, you will learn from them. As hard as this is to believe, I’ve even made a couple.”
I got a good laugh. I guess they thought I didn’t make mistakes.
“I think I will rest my eyes for awhile. Look for Highway 43. We’ll hang a right and Perth is very close. The pub is on the left side next to a river if I remember. You know how to wake me,” I said to Vlad.
I settled into his pillow, inhaling the essence of Vlad. He used very fine perfumes from Europe, but used them sparingly so they mixed with his natural body scent producing his unique scent signature which was causing a stirring in my loins. I thought that it only happened in high school a few seconds before a teacher asked you a question.
“Who were you thinking of, Scott?” Vlad asked as he ran his fingers over my package.
“I cannot tell a lie. I was thinking of you, dear,” I said as I drew his hand to my lips and kissed it.
“The combination of your body scent and perfume imparted a light fragrance on your pillow, which got me excited.”
Vlad blushed. He was cute when he did that. He was always cute for that matter. There was something about him which made him sexy, and it wasn’t all about looks. He was the thinnest with the least muscle of our group. Perhaps he thought he needed to dress well to get looked at. That isn’t true because when we first met, we were nude. I guess the important part is that Ryan fell for him, and Ryan is what I call universally hot. Thinking of the pair of them didn’t make my boner go away. The road sign for Highway 43 and Perth indicated 12 kilometers or roughly 7.5 miles. My tummy gurgled remembering the Halibut and chips done in a beer batter that I had the last time.
Vlad wheeled the truck into a space right across the street. We got out and looked at the river beside the building the pub was located in. I guess it was a mill in a former life. All the buildings were stone, giving the town a distinct Scottish look. The door swung open, and someone put out a sandwich board on the sidewalk showing the specials for today. Talk about perfect timing; they just opened. It was 11:00 AM, so we got a table overlooking the waterfall.
Our server was a girl in her early 20’s with a pleasant smile and a hint of a country accent. We made it easy for her, all ordering the same thing, Halibut and chips with coleslaw and homemade tartar sauce. I decided against a beer, instead having a malted milk shake which I’ve heard about but never had, or seen anywhere for that matter. Vlad had tea and the twins both had chocolate shakes made with real ice cream, not the soft stuff.
“We are only about an hour away from my place, so there’s lots of time left in the day. How shall we spend it?” Vlad asked.
“Maybe we should start cleaning it up, and packing up the Scotch,” I suggested.
“I need to call Bruce McGovern at the bank,” Adam said.
“We could have an afternoon delight to break in Vlad’s bed,” Aaron figured.
“I think we can do all three. Whoever calls the banker should invite him for dinner at the bistro on Wednesday, and I wouldn’t mind a rest,” Vlad said.
-- When we finished our delicious meal, Adam asked if he could drive at least part-way to Ottawa before he forgot how to drive. Aaron made it look as he was biting his nails in apprehension which got everyone laughing.
He was very careful, taking the time to adjust the seat and mirrors, but once he got underway he was a good driver. My guess is that he hasn’t had a lot of on-the-road experience.
“Do you like to drive, Aaron?” I asked.
“I don’t mind it. We started lessons at the same time and took our exams the same day. I think I’ll love driving the Vette if you teach us how to drive standard. Adam is more interested in it*than I am.”
My phone rang. It was James calling about the butthead with the mahogany launch who called mine a plastic toy. James told me what transpired because he was in the shop and overheard the conversation. Apparently, things can get unravelled quickly with these rich bastards. Shortly after our unpleasant exchange, karma bit him in the ass. He suddenly needed a total engine rebuild on his 1952 Duke mahogany launch with a Grey Marine 75 HP engine as it seized. This wasn’t a cheap and easy fix on an engine that was assembled 60 years ago, but since butthead had the hull, transom, and decks totally restored last year, he apparently told James’ dad that he has always done everything right for his pride and joy, and authorized whatever it took to make it new, and signed the work order. His stock portfolio was leveraged to the hilt. A stock market correction initiated a margin call by his broker creating chaos financially. Next, his father died; he assumed he would be inheriting everything. Unfortunately, the old man wrote a new Will leaving it all to his grand-kids in trust. He couldn’t even use the big old cottage as collateral to cover his margin call or to pay for the boat repairs.
He had the temerity to blame his misfortune on James’ dad for overcharging him. He is the nicest guy in the world until someone questions his integrity, then look out.
“I have all the bills for parts and the time sheets for your inspection. You authorized the work to be performed, and I want to be paid now, or storage charges will accrue. If you can’t come up with the money, I will have to sell the boat to re-coop my costs. Anything over that will be returned to you. Please realize that we have started to haul boats out of the lake for the season, so it isn’t the best time to sell,” James’ dad told the man.
“Last year I spent $5,000 on wood replacement and refinishing. Your bill is around $6,000. I guess I could get at least fifteen thousand for a boat which has a market value of $30,000?”
“Come into the office and we will draw up some paperwork. If I get an offer under 13, I’ll call you; otherwise I suggest you accept it. Look at this listing on my computer; it has had 1800 views and the boat is still for sale after two years and it’s in cherry condition, and had a new survey two years ago, new 12 volt electrics, and rebuilt engine. On either boat, the owner must pay the broker 10% commission. All we can do is try, but personally I think it is overpriced at $15,000,” James dad told him.
“So Scott, I know you liked that boat; it was its owner whom you couldn’t stand. Butthead is demoralized now and only hopes to get 13 for it. I’m sure he would take $11,000. Dad said he would winterize it and store it in the showroom for you this winter because he will be making his 10% from the seller. Are you interested?” James asked.
“This sounds silly, but I need a boat for Thursday because Vlad and I are coming up, with the rest of the crowd arriving Friday. If I recall, that Duke is a three cockpit so it should seat 8 or 9?”
“That’s right, and it’s a four cylinder inboard, 75 HP with a 19 foot length and displacement hull, it isn’t the fastest, but it’s cheap on gas,” James said.
“Ask the current owner how important the fuel economy is after spending $11,000 in repairs in two years.”
“Touché! Point well made.”
I’m comfortable with $10,500. If you can get it for less, we can split the difference. I am giving you leeway to 11,000 if you need some wiggle room, although you know how much I hate to make butthead happy. It will be a zero-sum equation. I must get it at bargain basement pricing, so I guess I must win, and he must lose. Make me really happy and try to steal it. I love the boat. If he had been a gentleman and accepted my handshake, I wouldn’t be trying to steal it. If you need an offer in writing, scan the offer to my email. I’ll sign, scan and email it back from Vlad’s condo. I can pay in full on Thursday, with a certified cheque. If your dad needs a deposit, I can do it on my credit card. Ask him if he has a cradle for storing it, and a boat cover, and if he will throw that in. I’d like to get as much history as possible, old photos, repair bills, and the name of the original owner. If I get it, we need to notify the insurance company,” I said.
“That’s easy. The boat was originally bought from the Duke Boat Works in Port Carling by his grandfather, who left it to butthead’s father who kept it until a few years ago, and sold it to his son for next to nothing because it was in poor shape and rather than throw money at it, he bought a “plastic” runabout, so yeah, it’s been in the same family for about 60 years, in the same boathouse. I will phone my father now, and let you know,” James said.
"One more thing, James. After you graduate, consider a job in boat marketing. I didn't think I would be getting a new boat this year, let alone three. I also didn't think you could resell the demo boat three times and become a preferred dealer. Who says sex doesn't sell, eh?
I was so wrapped up in the conversation, I didn’t even know where we were.
“You have that funny little smirk on your face that you get when something good happens. Can I assume you bought a boat?” Vlad asked.
“If I can steal it. It’s a beautiful mahogany launch -- you’ve seen a couple of them at the lake. The guy that owns it is an arrogant asshole who has fallen on hard times. I hope it is ours on Thursday.”
“Traffic is about to get busy. Perhaps I should drive,” Vlad said.
Adam pulled off into a strip mall to switch drivers and stopped in front of the beer store, so I got out and got a case and got into the back seat with Aaron. We held hands while Vlad drove us to his condo. The traffic wasn’t too bad, and it was a nice view of the Rideau. We drove past the university, so I knew we were almost there. When Vlad put the turn signal on, I told Aaron that the cooking school was about two blocks further on the main road. In a couple of blocks we pulled up in front of his Condo.
“Sorry guys, I don’t have the access card on me so let’s go up and turn on the air conditioning, take a pee and get the beer in the fridge,” Vlad said.
We all grabbed something to take up, and Vlad opened the door. It was a pretty decent structure and Vlad’s unit was quite large and nicely furnished. Being the end unit, there were windows on two sides. It looked like a coat of paint would do wonders for the sale price. The master bedroom was huge, with a big walk-in closet, and 4 piece bath. It even had its own little balcony separate from the central one. The other two bedrooms were roughly equal in size and had double closets. A four piece bath was located nearby. Vlad turned the fan to high on the two air conditioning and heat fan coil units. The powder room was located in the entry foyer along with a large closet and laundry closet hiding the washer and dryer. The kitchen appeared to have been replaced not too long ago and was a good size with stainless steel appliances.
“Scott, look at this,” Vlad said as he opened two cupboards with one shelf full of bottles of single malt Scotch.
“There won’t be room in my Scotch bar for all that. What shall we do?” I asked with a twinkle in my eye.
“We could sort through them, pulling the nearly empty bottles out to drink,” Vlad said with a giggle.
“Or put some cases in my closet,” I suggested.
“Let’s get the truck in and unload it, then we can play,” Vlad said.
“Can you guys do it without my help as I want to check the internet to see what the boat or equivalent is really worth?” I asked.
“Sure, I’ll give you the password for the Wi-Fi.”
I quickly logged in to a site for antique boats, finding a couple of Dukes. There was a 1961 with a 175 HP 6 cylinder in immaculate condition with an asking price of $15,000, but it sold at the Clayton Boat show in early August for $9,900, and a ’57 2 cockpit With a rebuilt Buchanan Meteor 6 asking 15,000. I found a 1950 Port Carling Seabird for 15,000 which looked remarkably like a Duke. The founder, Charlie Duke died in 1954, but the company still services boats. Further research told me that Grey Marine engines were made by Studebaker, a long defunct car maker. Duke started sourcing their motors from Buchanan, using a 6 cylinder engine which was later found to reduce the boat’s seaworthiness. Based on this information, plus what James gave me, I decided to call James’ dad and start the offer at $9,500.
“He is at his cottage this week, but I won’t let him take the boat without payment in full. James told me you disliked meeting the owner. You’ll find yourself on the right side of history for that. I appreciate the business he has given us; as for his attitude, not so much. Scott, I’m not giving you a sales pitch on that boat, but honestly, you won’t find a better one. All the numbers are correct. The only modification has been the addition of a bilge blower, bilge pump, 12 volt system, new wiring, and electronic ignition. He might be a prick, but he was meticulous with that boat. It’s a piece of Muskoka’s heritage that will be entrusted to you to preserve if he accepts your offer,” he said.
“Open the door!” Vlad hollered from the hallway.
“Yes master,” I said as I opened the door and bowed.
Everyone was loaded like packhorses, clearing out the truck in one run. I followed everyone into the bedroom where Vlad emptied his stuff into a big suitcase to make room in the dressers for the twins to unpack their stuff.
“Do you have a fax machine, Vlad?” I asked.
“Isn’t that something from the typewriter era? Use pdf’s. I have a printer/scanner,” he said as he turned on the printer.
I was in the way, so I went back to the living room and checked my email finding one from the Realtor, outlining the information I requested. There was one from Jeff confirming that he would prepare a “guesstimate” and email it to me tomorrow if he finished it. The valuation on Réjeanne’s house was pretty low, which didn’t surprise me. The big surprise was the most recent sale of one of the renovated townhouses a block away. It sold for quite a bit more than the valuation on Marie’s house. When the value of both sisters’ houses was added together, it came to more than the renovated townhouse. I was still missing one piece of the puzzle, and as much as I thought back to those problem-solving exercises in school, the train was still going 47 miles per hour, east from Toledo, and I had no clue when it left or when it would collide with the faster one from New York. I needed a drink.
“Hey boys, can’t you get the clothes off the bed so we can better utilize it?” I asked.
“They are just trying on some of my clothes I don’t need anymore. We are almost finished,” Vlad said as a pair of shorts flew out of the closet.
Adam came out of the closet, so to speak, wearing a dressy shirt, black slacks, a smart pair of black leather shoes, and a casual vest, looking like a million. Maybe we could have come in the Mustang after all. These boys were going to be the best dressed in town. The only problem is that Vlad’s legs are longer, so Adam hiked up the pants a little higher to compensate, showing his bulge to perfection. I gave him a full frontal hug, and we ground our crotches together. I proceeded to undress him.
“No, Scott, I want to do a strip tease for you. Do you have any bump and grind music, Vlad?” Adam asked.
Vlad should have been a DJ because he had appropriate music coming from his laptop in a minute. He removed the vest, swinging it around a few times then let it drop, then unbuttoned his shirt and hung it off his shoulders as he danced around, blowing kisses to everyone. He grabbed my hand and held it against his chest. When I played with his nips, he removed my hand and moved near Vlad, where he finally removed the shirt, pressed the armpit of the shirt to Vlad’s nose, and rubbed his crotch on the lucky boy's leg. We were all hooting and laughing. Aaron giggled. Adam danced over to his twin, pulled the belt out his pants, tossing it on the floor, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, all while dancing in Aaron’s face. He grabbed his brother’s hand and allowed a feel of his stuff, then said “show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Aaron’s pants were around his knees in seconds. Adam slipped his pants off, after kicking off his shoes, slipped his undies down over his ass a few times, backing up to his twin.
“What would you do to my perfect ass if you were permitted?” he asked Aaron.
Aaron didn’t answer; he buried his face in his twins butt, and for proof he enjoyed it, he was hard as steel with his the foreskin fully retracted. Adam wiggled his ass a few times, giving his twin better access until Aaron spun Adam around and pulled his undies off, having the thick, cut cock slap his face. While this show was steaming up the windows, Vlad and I managed to undress each other and I gave him head, standing by the patio door. The twins decided to switch up things a notch and were doing a sixty-nine on the bed. We decided there was room to join them, enjoying the sensation and feeling of love until Aaron started sucking Vlad. I needed a cock in my mouth, which Adam willingly supplied. Although I told everyone I didn’t have a gag reflex,*Adam's head was making a liar out of me, so I had to take him slowly. As we all had showered last night, and it was now Monday afternoon, we were all a little musky which was an incredible turn on. I kind of wished it was Aaron because his taste was more pronounced and made my pre cum flow like a river, so I probed Adam’s mouth, willing to accept even second hand taste. I got it and just about choked Vlad when my cock thickened with the increased arousal.
“Scott wants to sixty-nine with you Aaron, and I want Vlad’s dick in my mouth, or wherever he wants to stick it,” Adam said.
I kissed it, kissed his balls and played with him, told him I loved him, ran my hands up and down his legs, squeezed his balls: he returned the favour. I sniffed his balls and foreskin and almost blew. I was on the edge and knew Aaron was too, so I went face to face with him. What could be more natural than French kissing a boy named Aaron LaFrance? There would be only three nights to prove our love for each other. Regardless of the incredible sensations, the friendship and love that had bonded us, I felt a sense of impending loss.
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Previously
After setting the exhaust fan on high, the five of them had a shower while the rest of us brushed our teeth. Jesse and I slept in one of the beds in the other room while Vlad and Ryan used the other. And sleep we did as we were “fucking” exhausted. 5:30 would come quickly.
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As was my norm, I awoke moments before the alarm would have sounded on the iPhone, removed my arm from around Jesse’s butt, and went to wake the twins who looked like angels, spooned together.
“Road trip!” I stage whispered, reviving them immediately.
Adam pulled me onto the bed between them. We all exchanged our first kisses of the day.
“This day has been approaching slowly and suddenly it’s here. I’m so excited,” Aaron said.
Get dressed or showered. I’m going to go for the extra layer of deodorant, get dressed and put on some coffee. I need to pack some more clothes and bathing suits because Vlad and I will probably go directly to the cottage from Ottawa,” I said.
“We showered after sex just before we went to sleep so we’ll get dressed now too.” Adam said.
I got Vlad up; he was already up, depending on one’s interpretation, packed my few remaining things, headed downstairs, grabbing my laptop and charger on the way. Aaron barely beat me to the kitchen, so I made the coffee and got the juice glasses out while he set up his assembly line. I was surprised that everyone got up. It was easy to tell the ones who intended to go back to bed as they were in their undies. Robb, Dino, Ryan, and Brad had to work today leaving Jesse and Danny to their own devices. I’m sure they will have fun! I wondered if James would catch them in the act because he would be back with Jeff and Josh by 9:00 AM. Maybe they would have a 5 way. I felt my trouser snake trying to get out, thinking of Jeff’s nicely trimmed hairy chest and muscles that didn’t come from a gym. Of course, my mind had to peek at his beautiful all natural 9-½” of manhood.
Aaron did it up right. I expected a sandwich to eat in the elevator on the way down to the truck, but it was a sit-down affair at the dining table, being a bit cool on the deck, especially for Jesse in his Timoteo jock/briefs. His body could lose considerable heat from those lovely orbs. Seeing Aaron’s breakfast gave me a good appetite; I didn’t need to be thinking about Jesse’s ass. Anyway, everything was great; the bacon was crisp in spite of him frying it last night. Maybe it was because of it. Another half-cup of coffee got me all set up for the drive, so I shaved, brushed and packed those items, filled my mug, and we were ready for our road trip! It would be about five hours according to the route I pulled up on the computer. On my suggestion, Vlad took a pillow with him in case he felt like a nap, and I had a good hug with Jesse.
Ryan helped take our luggage down, so we made it all in one trip. I entered the destination in the GPS as Vlad and Ryan said bye. You would think they were being separated for a year. It was a “feel good” moment: I was*pleased*they were getting married. I hoped Jesse would decide ultimately to emigrate to Canada after school and, if everything worked out,*we could get married also.*However, this was not the time to be considering it.*I needed to consult with Jesse for sure!
Although it was just before 6:30 when we pulled onto the highway, there was already a fair amount of traffic, but it was moving at the limit. Soon enough we were heading east on the 401 and I was sipping coffee from my awesome insulated coffee mug that looked like a Canon telephoto lens. I looked in the back seat, finding the twins using each other for pillows. I noticed Vlad had his seat tipped back and was using the pillow.
“You might as well just close your eyes and sleep. We will be on here until Belleville, then it’s north-east to Tweed to hit the Trans Canada Highway. It gets a bit more interesting up there, and is downright pretty in Perth where I hope to have lunch,” I said.
“Okay, but if you are tired and want me to take over or just talk to you, wake me up,” he said as he reached over and stroked my inner thigh, and a trucker gave us a blast on his air horn and a thumbs up. We waved!
Traffic was thinning out nicely now that we were out of Toronto. The GPS showed an arrow straight road, which I knew it was for the next hour and a half. I had plenty of time to think about our living arrangement, about how much I would miss the twins. When would Vlad and Ryan get married and where? It would be nice if they could do it on the pig roast weekend and do it at the loft. I could fly the twins back for the weekend: Porter Air, who flies from the Toronto Island airport wants just over $100 each way per person taxes included, so sure, I can afford it, and the trip is less than an hour. Perhaps it will be the first flight for them.
It would be nice to meet Ryan’s parents, and entertain Ted. I don’t know what I’d have done without him sorting everything out for me in the spring, then again when I purchased the loft and sold the house. He has touched all of our lives except for Jesse, James, and Danny. Ryan’s brothers should be invited, but I wouldn’t be upset if they weren’t comfortable with that. Ryan didn’t really speak of them. His oldest brother is married and quite a bit older. His other brother recently finished college and Ryan is just starting, so I guess there is four years difference in their ages. We could do the wedding in the late morning and have a lunch on the roof if the weather co-operated. The pig would be roasting for the teams later on. Darn, we need to find a band. Brad knew everybody so hopefully he might know of one. I hope all the coaches for swimming, diving, and gymnastics can make our beer bust.
School will be starting a week from tomorrow; I wish I was going to have time to talk to Jeff and Josh about a possible reno job for the twins’ mother’s house. Perhaps if the twins were busy getting the condo sorted out I might have time to do some rough drawings that I could send, along with an email indicating roughly what was to be done, so he could work out a price, or a guesstimate. I should phone my realtor and check out prices in the area of Réjeanne’s and Marie’s houses. Maybe it won’t be feasible after all, but we need to find out. The last thing the twins needed was trouble with Réjeanne.
We need to call Bruce McGovern at the bank. Hopefully he can join us for dinner at the school’s restaurant. His connection, which got Adam into UO with full financial aid, was worth at least the best meal in Ottawa. I fiddled with the GPS, zooming it out all the way. The Expedition’s optional navigation system - the first in a Ford vehicle - is located for ease of use. The 5-inch color display screen is high on the instrument panel, for easy visibility. It is located within the normal 35 degree vertical field of vision so the driver can keep the road in peripheral view even when consulting the navigation screen.
I noticed we were near Brighton, which was directly across Lake Ontario from Rochester. It appeared to be the widest part of the lake. I wondered how Kyle was. He would be in class shortly if he had a morning class. It was hard to think about Kyle without some hard daydreaming; I missed him and his Nordic good looks, blond hair, and strong fuzzy legs. I snapped back to the present and saw the sign that we were in Belleville and the next exit was for Highway 37 and Tweed. It’s hard to believe we had travelled almost 140 kilometers already with me planning out the next few days. There was a gas station a couple of kilometers after we turned onto 37 so I decided to top up the tank and take a pee break.
“Guys, we are past Belleville now, on our way to Tweed. Who needs to pee?” I asked.
Turns out we all did. I filled the tank first and moved the truck out of the way. It didn’t take much gas as the trip computer was saying 20 M.P.G. since we got out of the city. I normally drove in two wheel drive mode to maximize fuel economy. What can I say? It’s in my DNA. I tried to talk dad into the 5.4 Triton V8, telling him it was quieter, but the 2 M.P.G. difference was the deal breaker. Nevertheless, it never seemed to lack power and it was very quiet due to some tricky re-engineering for the 2003 model. They even used the engine as a balancer to damp out suspension vibrations. The ride was smooth because of the independent rear suspension and the air suspension assist on all four corners.
Vlad and I went to the bathroom and locked the door. It was fun holding another, breaking the monotony of the trip.
“Can I drive for awhile? I haven’t driven since I left Ottawa.” Vlad asked.
“Sure, if you have your license with you…”
“Never leave home without it, but I need a “G” license holder with me after dark,” Vlad said.
He was a careful driver, not intimidated by the size of the Expedition. For me, it was a welcome break to look at the scenery and chat with the twins.
“We have been back to Québec a couple of times, but we just took the 401, which is so boring. Does this route take longer?” Adam asked.
“This one is about five hours, or twenty minutes longer than the 401, but it saves 40 kilometers. The problem with the 401 is if there is a big accident, you can sit there for hours, with no way to turn around or get off, unless you happen to have a cutie and a set of twins with you, then, at least you can get off,” I said. Aaron giggled.
“You know, like I’ve never received road head but I gave it to Ryan on the way to the cottage. I guess those long distance truckers have some interesting scenery. Ryan didn’t even realize there was a tractor-trailer beside us until I finished and got my mouth off him. That’s when he gave us a toot toot and a wave,” Vlad said.
I saw a sign for Tweed which was coming up, and Highway 7 was just past there. When we got to the town we’d be about half-way there, and time was flying. I sent my Real Estate guy an email from my phone giving him Aunt Marie’s and Réjeanne’s addresses asking for a comparable for Marie’s and a guesstimate for Réjeanne’s, telling him it was ready for a complete renovation, or better described as a knock-down. I also asked the price on recent sales of the smaller renovated town houses on the street, telling him, at this stage, it was just to see if my ideas were even possible, and that he could use street-view on his computer. I told him I was away from the city for 6 days but whenever he had some information, to please email it to me.
Being on a quest for knowledge, I fired off an email to Jeff to make sure he got the money and to ask him about renovation costs for a complete re-fit of a hundred plus year old house downtown. I gave him the square footages, a rough layout for the two and a half storey house, and a separate basement apartment, explaining everything was to go except an old bathtub, two fireplace mantels and a stained glass window. The new windows on the front should match what is there now. The main floor was to be open plan. I sent off the pictures I took of the house to Jeff, also.
I was so wrapped up in planning the house that when I finished with it, I discovered that Tweed was history. We were on our way, with Perth about an hour away. Vlad was a smooth driver, content to keep truckin’ on, so I let him.
I refer to the Expedition as a truck which it is technically, but prior to the ’03 year it was built on the pickup truck platform. This year, everything was new or different about it from suspension to insane levels of noise abatement. The leather seats were comfortable without being like a couch. They gave proper support, so when you arrived, you got out and felt refreshed. Eddie Bauer models came with climate-controlled seating, which includes power seats with lumbar supports. These offered both heating and cooling through the use of an internal heat pump inside the seat structure that delivers climate-controlled forced air through perforations in the two tone extra soft surfaces. Controls allow separate settings for air speed and temperature for both the driver and front passenger. We put some music on--Adam surrendered his phone and I plugged it into the optional Audiophile system with its six-CD changer built into the instrument panel. It powers seven speakers, including a subwoofer, with 340 watts of peak power.
The first song up was Queen, “We are the Champions”, so we all sang along including Foghorn T. Leghorn, aka me. We really needed Robb along to sing falsetto. I quit singing after the first song, and the others followed my lead after the second. Aaron was curious about the condo: did it have a TV and a stereo? Was it far to get groceries? Was it air conditioned?
“All your questions will be answered when you walk in. I usually walked to the grocery store unless I was doing a big shop, then I took my uncle’s old Grand Marquis. I looked silly in it, but since I lived downtown, I rarely drove anywhere, and don’t have my full license yet. I should sell it. It looks like a boat,” Vlad said.
“Does it run well and look alright, or does it send out clouds of smoke or have rust holes?” Adam asked.
“The car is fine, but old, like ten years old maybe. It looks good with an interior resembling a bordello. It’s just not me. I don’t even carry collision insurance, figuring if I crash it, it’ll go to the scrap yard. Why do you ask?”
“We both have our “G”. This drive is pretty stress free, and if we had a car, we could come home to visit more often if Scott would let us buy it,” Adam suggested.
“Like I’ll show it to you and all, but I had another idea for it. Ryan hates driving his Mustang in the winter, and the old Mercury plows through anything, trust me because we get some dreadful winters here,” Vlad said.
“I have two thoughts on the issue; if you give it to Ryan, he needs to park it somewhere; if you sell it to the twins, it’s just one more thing for them to look after. I wouldn’t mind taking my convertible off the road for the winter, which, if stored elsewhere, would give Ryan a place to park. James is parking in Kyle’s spot. I suppose we could ask building management if they know of any spots for rent. Let’s look at the car first as this is getting far too complicated,” I said.
“I smell burning rubber, Scott. I think your mind is speeding again. Just relax. It’ll sort itself out,” Aaron said as he leaned forward and gave me a neck massage followed by a kiss.
“You are absolutely correct. I guess I try to solve everybody’s problems. You guys need to make your own decisions, make your own mistakes. That way, you will learn from them. As hard as this is to believe, I’ve even made a couple.”
I got a good laugh. I guess they thought I didn’t make mistakes.
“I think I will rest my eyes for awhile. Look for Highway 43. We’ll hang a right and Perth is very close. The pub is on the left side next to a river if I remember. You know how to wake me,” I said to Vlad.
I settled into his pillow, inhaling the essence of Vlad. He used very fine perfumes from Europe, but used them sparingly so they mixed with his natural body scent producing his unique scent signature which was causing a stirring in my loins. I thought that it only happened in high school a few seconds before a teacher asked you a question.
“Who were you thinking of, Scott?” Vlad asked as he ran his fingers over my package.
“I cannot tell a lie. I was thinking of you, dear,” I said as I drew his hand to my lips and kissed it.
“The combination of your body scent and perfume imparted a light fragrance on your pillow, which got me excited.”
Vlad blushed. He was cute when he did that. He was always cute for that matter. There was something about him which made him sexy, and it wasn’t all about looks. He was the thinnest with the least muscle of our group. Perhaps he thought he needed to dress well to get looked at. That isn’t true because when we first met, we were nude. I guess the important part is that Ryan fell for him, and Ryan is what I call universally hot. Thinking of the pair of them didn’t make my boner go away. The road sign for Highway 43 and Perth indicated 12 kilometers or roughly 7.5 miles. My tummy gurgled remembering the Halibut and chips done in a beer batter that I had the last time.
Vlad wheeled the truck into a space right across the street. We got out and looked at the river beside the building the pub was located in. I guess it was a mill in a former life. All the buildings were stone, giving the town a distinct Scottish look. The door swung open, and someone put out a sandwich board on the sidewalk showing the specials for today. Talk about perfect timing; they just opened. It was 11:00 AM, so we got a table overlooking the waterfall.
Our server was a girl in her early 20’s with a pleasant smile and a hint of a country accent. We made it easy for her, all ordering the same thing, Halibut and chips with coleslaw and homemade tartar sauce. I decided against a beer, instead having a malted milk shake which I’ve heard about but never had, or seen anywhere for that matter. Vlad had tea and the twins both had chocolate shakes made with real ice cream, not the soft stuff.
“We are only about an hour away from my place, so there’s lots of time left in the day. How shall we spend it?” Vlad asked.
“Maybe we should start cleaning it up, and packing up the Scotch,” I suggested.
“I need to call Bruce McGovern at the bank,” Adam said.
“We could have an afternoon delight to break in Vlad’s bed,” Aaron figured.
“I think we can do all three. Whoever calls the banker should invite him for dinner at the bistro on Wednesday, and I wouldn’t mind a rest,” Vlad said.
-- When we finished our delicious meal, Adam asked if he could drive at least part-way to Ottawa before he forgot how to drive. Aaron made it look as he was biting his nails in apprehension which got everyone laughing.
He was very careful, taking the time to adjust the seat and mirrors, but once he got underway he was a good driver. My guess is that he hasn’t had a lot of on-the-road experience.
“Do you like to drive, Aaron?” I asked.
“I don’t mind it. We started lessons at the same time and took our exams the same day. I think I’ll love driving the Vette if you teach us how to drive standard. Adam is more interested in it*than I am.”
My phone rang. It was James calling about the butthead with the mahogany launch who called mine a plastic toy. James told me what transpired because he was in the shop and overheard the conversation. Apparently, things can get unravelled quickly with these rich bastards. Shortly after our unpleasant exchange, karma bit him in the ass. He suddenly needed a total engine rebuild on his 1952 Duke mahogany launch with a Grey Marine 75 HP engine as it seized. This wasn’t a cheap and easy fix on an engine that was assembled 60 years ago, but since butthead had the hull, transom, and decks totally restored last year, he apparently told James’ dad that he has always done everything right for his pride and joy, and authorized whatever it took to make it new, and signed the work order. His stock portfolio was leveraged to the hilt. A stock market correction initiated a margin call by his broker creating chaos financially. Next, his father died; he assumed he would be inheriting everything. Unfortunately, the old man wrote a new Will leaving it all to his grand-kids in trust. He couldn’t even use the big old cottage as collateral to cover his margin call or to pay for the boat repairs.
He had the temerity to blame his misfortune on James’ dad for overcharging him. He is the nicest guy in the world until someone questions his integrity, then look out.
“I have all the bills for parts and the time sheets for your inspection. You authorized the work to be performed, and I want to be paid now, or storage charges will accrue. If you can’t come up with the money, I will have to sell the boat to re-coop my costs. Anything over that will be returned to you. Please realize that we have started to haul boats out of the lake for the season, so it isn’t the best time to sell,” James’ dad told the man.
“Last year I spent $5,000 on wood replacement and refinishing. Your bill is around $6,000. I guess I could get at least fifteen thousand for a boat which has a market value of $30,000?”
“Come into the office and we will draw up some paperwork. If I get an offer under 13, I’ll call you; otherwise I suggest you accept it. Look at this listing on my computer; it has had 1800 views and the boat is still for sale after two years and it’s in cherry condition, and had a new survey two years ago, new 12 volt electrics, and rebuilt engine. On either boat, the owner must pay the broker 10% commission. All we can do is try, but personally I think it is overpriced at $15,000,” James dad told him.
“So Scott, I know you liked that boat; it was its owner whom you couldn’t stand. Butthead is demoralized now and only hopes to get 13 for it. I’m sure he would take $11,000. Dad said he would winterize it and store it in the showroom for you this winter because he will be making his 10% from the seller. Are you interested?” James asked.
“This sounds silly, but I need a boat for Thursday because Vlad and I are coming up, with the rest of the crowd arriving Friday. If I recall, that Duke is a three cockpit so it should seat 8 or 9?”
“That’s right, and it’s a four cylinder inboard, 75 HP with a 19 foot length and displacement hull, it isn’t the fastest, but it’s cheap on gas,” James said.
“Ask the current owner how important the fuel economy is after spending $11,000 in repairs in two years.”
“Touché! Point well made.”
I’m comfortable with $10,500. If you can get it for less, we can split the difference. I am giving you leeway to 11,000 if you need some wiggle room, although you know how much I hate to make butthead happy. It will be a zero-sum equation. I must get it at bargain basement pricing, so I guess I must win, and he must lose. Make me really happy and try to steal it. I love the boat. If he had been a gentleman and accepted my handshake, I wouldn’t be trying to steal it. If you need an offer in writing, scan the offer to my email. I’ll sign, scan and email it back from Vlad’s condo. I can pay in full on Thursday, with a certified cheque. If your dad needs a deposit, I can do it on my credit card. Ask him if he has a cradle for storing it, and a boat cover, and if he will throw that in. I’d like to get as much history as possible, old photos, repair bills, and the name of the original owner. If I get it, we need to notify the insurance company,” I said.
“That’s easy. The boat was originally bought from the Duke Boat Works in Port Carling by his grandfather, who left it to butthead’s father who kept it until a few years ago, and sold it to his son for next to nothing because it was in poor shape and rather than throw money at it, he bought a “plastic” runabout, so yeah, it’s been in the same family for about 60 years, in the same boathouse. I will phone my father now, and let you know,” James said.
"One more thing, James. After you graduate, consider a job in boat marketing. I didn't think I would be getting a new boat this year, let alone three. I also didn't think you could resell the demo boat three times and become a preferred dealer. Who says sex doesn't sell, eh?
I was so wrapped up in the conversation, I didn’t even know where we were.
“You have that funny little smirk on your face that you get when something good happens. Can I assume you bought a boat?” Vlad asked.
“If I can steal it. It’s a beautiful mahogany launch -- you’ve seen a couple of them at the lake. The guy that owns it is an arrogant asshole who has fallen on hard times. I hope it is ours on Thursday.”
“Traffic is about to get busy. Perhaps I should drive,” Vlad said.
Adam pulled off into a strip mall to switch drivers and stopped in front of the beer store, so I got out and got a case and got into the back seat with Aaron. We held hands while Vlad drove us to his condo. The traffic wasn’t too bad, and it was a nice view of the Rideau. We drove past the university, so I knew we were almost there. When Vlad put the turn signal on, I told Aaron that the cooking school was about two blocks further on the main road. In a couple of blocks we pulled up in front of his Condo.
“Sorry guys, I don’t have the access card on me so let’s go up and turn on the air conditioning, take a pee and get the beer in the fridge,” Vlad said.
We all grabbed something to take up, and Vlad opened the door. It was a pretty decent structure and Vlad’s unit was quite large and nicely furnished. Being the end unit, there were windows on two sides. It looked like a coat of paint would do wonders for the sale price. The master bedroom was huge, with a big walk-in closet, and 4 piece bath. It even had its own little balcony separate from the central one. The other two bedrooms were roughly equal in size and had double closets. A four piece bath was located nearby. Vlad turned the fan to high on the two air conditioning and heat fan coil units. The powder room was located in the entry foyer along with a large closet and laundry closet hiding the washer and dryer. The kitchen appeared to have been replaced not too long ago and was a good size with stainless steel appliances.
“Scott, look at this,” Vlad said as he opened two cupboards with one shelf full of bottles of single malt Scotch.
“There won’t be room in my Scotch bar for all that. What shall we do?” I asked with a twinkle in my eye.
“We could sort through them, pulling the nearly empty bottles out to drink,” Vlad said with a giggle.
“Or put some cases in my closet,” I suggested.
“Let’s get the truck in and unload it, then we can play,” Vlad said.
“Can you guys do it without my help as I want to check the internet to see what the boat or equivalent is really worth?” I asked.
“Sure, I’ll give you the password for the Wi-Fi.”
I quickly logged in to a site for antique boats, finding a couple of Dukes. There was a 1961 with a 175 HP 6 cylinder in immaculate condition with an asking price of $15,000, but it sold at the Clayton Boat show in early August for $9,900, and a ’57 2 cockpit With a rebuilt Buchanan Meteor 6 asking 15,000. I found a 1950 Port Carling Seabird for 15,000 which looked remarkably like a Duke. The founder, Charlie Duke died in 1954, but the company still services boats. Further research told me that Grey Marine engines were made by Studebaker, a long defunct car maker. Duke started sourcing their motors from Buchanan, using a 6 cylinder engine which was later found to reduce the boat’s seaworthiness. Based on this information, plus what James gave me, I decided to call James’ dad and start the offer at $9,500.
“He is at his cottage this week, but I won’t let him take the boat without payment in full. James told me you disliked meeting the owner. You’ll find yourself on the right side of history for that. I appreciate the business he has given us; as for his attitude, not so much. Scott, I’m not giving you a sales pitch on that boat, but honestly, you won’t find a better one. All the numbers are correct. The only modification has been the addition of a bilge blower, bilge pump, 12 volt system, new wiring, and electronic ignition. He might be a prick, but he was meticulous with that boat. It’s a piece of Muskoka’s heritage that will be entrusted to you to preserve if he accepts your offer,” he said.
“Open the door!” Vlad hollered from the hallway.
“Yes master,” I said as I opened the door and bowed.
Everyone was loaded like packhorses, clearing out the truck in one run. I followed everyone into the bedroom where Vlad emptied his stuff into a big suitcase to make room in the dressers for the twins to unpack their stuff.
“Do you have a fax machine, Vlad?” I asked.
“Isn’t that something from the typewriter era? Use pdf’s. I have a printer/scanner,” he said as he turned on the printer.
I was in the way, so I went back to the living room and checked my email finding one from the Realtor, outlining the information I requested. There was one from Jeff confirming that he would prepare a “guesstimate” and email it to me tomorrow if he finished it. The valuation on Réjeanne’s house was pretty low, which didn’t surprise me. The big surprise was the most recent sale of one of the renovated townhouses a block away. It sold for quite a bit more than the valuation on Marie’s house. When the value of both sisters’ houses was added together, it came to more than the renovated townhouse. I was still missing one piece of the puzzle, and as much as I thought back to those problem-solving exercises in school, the train was still going 47 miles per hour, east from Toledo, and I had no clue when it left or when it would collide with the faster one from New York. I needed a drink.
“Hey boys, can’t you get the clothes off the bed so we can better utilize it?” I asked.
“They are just trying on some of my clothes I don’t need anymore. We are almost finished,” Vlad said as a pair of shorts flew out of the closet.
Adam came out of the closet, so to speak, wearing a dressy shirt, black slacks, a smart pair of black leather shoes, and a casual vest, looking like a million. Maybe we could have come in the Mustang after all. These boys were going to be the best dressed in town. The only problem is that Vlad’s legs are longer, so Adam hiked up the pants a little higher to compensate, showing his bulge to perfection. I gave him a full frontal hug, and we ground our crotches together. I proceeded to undress him.
“No, Scott, I want to do a strip tease for you. Do you have any bump and grind music, Vlad?” Adam asked.
Vlad should have been a DJ because he had appropriate music coming from his laptop in a minute. He removed the vest, swinging it around a few times then let it drop, then unbuttoned his shirt and hung it off his shoulders as he danced around, blowing kisses to everyone. He grabbed my hand and held it against his chest. When I played with his nips, he removed my hand and moved near Vlad, where he finally removed the shirt, pressed the armpit of the shirt to Vlad’s nose, and rubbed his crotch on the lucky boy's leg. We were all hooting and laughing. Aaron giggled. Adam danced over to his twin, pulled the belt out his pants, tossing it on the floor, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, all while dancing in Aaron’s face. He grabbed his brother’s hand and allowed a feel of his stuff, then said “show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Aaron’s pants were around his knees in seconds. Adam slipped his pants off, after kicking off his shoes, slipped his undies down over his ass a few times, backing up to his twin.
“What would you do to my perfect ass if you were permitted?” he asked Aaron.
Aaron didn’t answer; he buried his face in his twins butt, and for proof he enjoyed it, he was hard as steel with his the foreskin fully retracted. Adam wiggled his ass a few times, giving his twin better access until Aaron spun Adam around and pulled his undies off, having the thick, cut cock slap his face. While this show was steaming up the windows, Vlad and I managed to undress each other and I gave him head, standing by the patio door. The twins decided to switch up things a notch and were doing a sixty-nine on the bed. We decided there was room to join them, enjoying the sensation and feeling of love until Aaron started sucking Vlad. I needed a cock in my mouth, which Adam willingly supplied. Although I told everyone I didn’t have a gag reflex,*Adam's head was making a liar out of me, so I had to take him slowly. As we all had showered last night, and it was now Monday afternoon, we were all a little musky which was an incredible turn on. I kind of wished it was Aaron because his taste was more pronounced and made my pre cum flow like a river, so I probed Adam’s mouth, willing to accept even second hand taste. I got it and just about choked Vlad when my cock thickened with the increased arousal.
“Scott wants to sixty-nine with you Aaron, and I want Vlad’s dick in my mouth, or wherever he wants to stick it,” Adam said.
I kissed it, kissed his balls and played with him, told him I loved him, ran my hands up and down his legs, squeezed his balls: he returned the favour. I sniffed his balls and foreskin and almost blew. I was on the edge and knew Aaron was too, so I went face to face with him. What could be more natural than French kissing a boy named Aaron LaFrance? There would be only three nights to prove our love for each other. Regardless of the incredible sensations, the friendship and love that had bonded us, I felt a sense of impending loss.
to be continued ...
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