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I have found that some of the best fiction has solid foundations in reality - with artistic license.
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I can not put into words what All of the LOVE, which the Sex only accelerates, Truly Means, to Everyone, including all your readers! The CARE these Guys are able to FREELY Share is beyond Out Standing! I can only Hope that All of "Us" might experience a "Glimpse" of the Mental, and Physical, Intimacy that YOU, Dear Sheep, have shared through your AWESOME Story!
And, yes, unfortunately, I have also lost some of those that I've loved, and cherished. That list is FAR too Long! However, it's also a part of LIFE. And, it only serves to make "Us" even more aware, and Appreciate, those that we still have left!
As for Vlad's future? Only YOU can tell us what might happen. If the doctor's prediction might be correct? So be it. However, there is always HOPE, and though we may wish for the Best, sometimes that's not to be.
Just let it be known, that if the Worst should happen, at least we know that Vlad was LOVED, beyond what some of "Us" can imagine, and the memories that he may leave behind are of the Utmost importance! The effect of his possible passing, on all that knew him, including "Us", is incalculable!
Then again, there's always a chance that some Merical, a medical "break through", could possibly keep Him with "Us".
In any case ... and no matter what ... all the more reasons to ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Chaz, you make me smile. I totally agree with your observation. I will hope for a Merical as well. After all, these guys have been so fucking lucky up to now. Why shouldn't their luck continue.
Oh my poor Sheep. What a turn of events. A heart attack. I can't believe it. This is a real surprise in OUR story. I'm sure it wasn't expected but I'm glad to know you are almost to the 1 year anniversary of that tragic day. I'll still be praying for you. I am so glad there is more sucking and fucking in store for OUR boys. 
Sheep, I just finished ch. 71. I love these guys so much. That is a tribute to you and your writing skills. I'm so involved in this story that I looked up on Google maps how the boys were driving from Toronto to Ottowa, (I live in Texas and have no Canadian sense of travel). I am definitely into it. Thanks and take care. 
Sheep, I just finished ch. 73. Awesome writing as usual. I love this story and these guys. I'm dreaming of the twins all the time. But Scott is still the hottie to me. Thanks for introducing the new characters to us. Variety is the spice of life (and of sex). Thanks again for all you do to keep us involved with OUR boys. Keep it UP.
I've been busy writing while the other boys have been practicing. Can you guess who this is? Chapter 74 will be up soon.
HOT! I'd dive into him anytime!
Sheep - ch. 75. What a beautifully written chapter. Esp. the end with Scott and Vlad expressing their natural love for one another. I long for a love like that. Thanks for writing down my fantasies so clearly.
Ok, Sheep, I'm all caught up with the life and times of Scott, Jesse, Vlad, the Twins, and the rest of Swim Team. I now give you permission to continue with chapter 79. I have my cock in hand waiting for the promised technical detail but please don't forget the "loaded with sex" part too. Can't wait to read more.
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Chapter seventy-nine
Previously:
“Is this taken?” Brad said indicating the empty chaise beside me.
“You and Danny can use it if I can watch,” I said.
“Yes you can if we can strip and get as much sun as possible,” Danny said.
Vlad and Ryan thought it was a good idea and peeled their Speedos off. Bambi looked at me with one of his classic winks and peeled mine off. I reciprocated. By the time I sat down and Robb sat in front of me, he was 99% hard. I reached around to give it a few squeezes and got 100%.
“Is that your tin boat heading this way?” Vlad asked.
“I think so. Maybe I’ll take him for a ride,” I said.
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I went over to the beach to pull the tin boat up onto the beach.
“It’s okay Mate, I can handle it myself,” he said, as he gave a mighty push on the paddle, splitting it in two.
“Sorry, Scott. Buy a new one and I’ll give you the money.”
“Don’t sweat it, babes. It was old anyway. Let’s take the launch to the marina and see if we can get another one,” I said.
“Is Vlaaad coming too?” he asked.
“I think not. Just the two of us. Do you want a Fourex before we go?”
“It might calm me down. What the Hell, okay, let’s,” Jesse said.
“Make mine a Coke. I’ll get shit faced with you when we get back. I’ll get my wallet,” I said.
“Do any of you girls need anything at the store?” I asked.
“We need a jar of mayo so I can make sandwiches,” Robb said.
Jesse and I climbed aboard the launch. I gave Jesse instructions on the start-up sequence. Robb and James untied us and pushed us away from the dock while I explained the finer points of its operation. When we were down the bay, I turned the helm over to Jesse and asked him to go slow.
“Sorry we didn’t get off to a great start this morning,” I said, fondling his knee.
“It was my fault, too. I was really horny for you. If I felt that way at the loft, I would have carried you to the second bedroom and locked the door behind us. I think we have been going in different directions since that afternoon here in the woods where we took it to the next level. Before that, I was into polyamory as much as you, but since that day I have felt I could live with you on a desert island and be as happy as a pig in shit. You, on the other hand, want to be with as many of the other guys as humanly possible, especially Vlad. Damn, you had him to yourself for 5 days until we re-connected today, and I make a joke about having him watch you enjoy eating my cum and it was like I laid a huge guilt trip on you. Maybe you should tell me what is going on with him, why is he so special?” Jesse asked.
“Hmm, where do I begin? Vlad takes some time to get to know, and we took the time on this trip to understand each other very well. He is more than a pale, thin kid. He is a natural at business, and we will become close in business relationships. I found out about this boat while in Ottawa and needed a certified cheque. I couldn’t get one because my account was with head office in Toronto but Vlad banked in Ottawa so I wrote him a cheque and he withdrew cash for the boat. Later that night, he pulled my cheque from his wallet and tore it up and handed it to me. He paid for the boat to thank me for being there for him when he was sick,” I said.
“That’s a tough act to follow,” Jesse said.
“We were prepared to send Aaron to cooking school but they got an insurance settlement from their step-dad, and Vlad is letting them use his condo. He is generous. You got along with four-ways with the twins. Why are you reluctant to get loose with Vlad now?” I asked.
“I can’t compete with his money,” Jesse confessed.
“Baby, I don’t give a rat’s ass about the money. I’ve talked to Vlad about what we can do if you have money troubles and we decided we can offer you a very good rate on a student loan if it comes to that. The same goes for all the others,” I said.
Finally Jesse wrapped his arms around me and kissed me repeatedly.
“I assumed you guys were fucking 24/7,” he said.
“Not nearly that much,” I said, with a grin on my face.
“Smart ass! Why do I always hurt the one I love?” he asked.
“Could it be jealousy? Fear of rejection? Fear of being alone? If it’s any of those, it shouldn’t be. The way I look at it is that it’s hard not to love someone you’re making love to. I could understand Vlad being insecure, and he was when we all got together. Don’t ever let on that I told you but he said to me that he was surprised I even remembered his name the first morning. I feel if I didn’t become friends with James, I might not have lived this long, what with depression and the hatred I had for dad trying to make me into a duplicate of himself. The Summers with James kept me going and created a friendship with Danny, whose bulging swimsuit caught my attention but I didn’t know why. If it wasn’t for Robb, I’d still be in the closet, and it was through Robb that I met you and Vlad,” I said.
“Do you want to dock it?” Jesse asked.
“I trust you but take it slow. We’ll continue the discussion on the way back,” I said.
There was no wind which helped Jesse make a perfect docking. We got the mayo and saw Jimmy who dug around in one of the dry boathouses out back and found a paddle the same size in reasonable condition.
“It’s on the house, Scott. If you need a new one, see me in the spring,” he said.
We continued our heart to heart discussion on the way back.
“So there is no reason why I should be jealous of Vlad. You met us at the same time and we fell in love as soon as we saw each other,” he said.
“And we’ve both made love to all of the others, and eliminated sexual tension from harming our love. Besides we had a tumultuous affair with the twins, me primarily with Aaron and you with Adam. We will see them for two nights between now and Christmas if we can hold out till Christmas. I have my doubts. I’d be all for having a four-way with Vlad and Ryan when we get back. I want to see you fucking Vlad,” I said.
Jesse stood up and took off his Speedo, creating that solid slappp of his wet foreskin on his hard tummy, and my mouth encapsulated his beautiful member in a moist heat wrap called lips. He sucked my fingers which slid inside him so smoothly.
“It’s up to you, a four-way or group sex when we get back to the cottage or we fuck each other right here, right now,” Jesse said.
I thoroughly sucked Jesse, including his sensitive balls, and rimmed him until he was moaning loudly.
“I was thinking of Adam. Give it to me rough, mate,” Jesse said.
I topped Jesse and broke in the boat all at the same time. When he shouted “deeper” he got it. Unfortunately, I climaxed in record time, so we did a flip flop. Jesse became an animal and I got to feel what nearly a weeks worth felt like, especially with Jesse’s strong, athletic body.
I guess I was more in love with Jesse’s ripped body and Vlad’s beautiful mind and heart. Vlad and I communicated more by thought, whereas Jesse was all about animal attraction. Adam was like Jesse and Aaron was like Vlad. I had made up my mind. I needed both of them, and all of the others in the loft including Danny’s tiny perfect gymnast friend Brad, the twins, Chris and Olivier from the Ottawa condo, Josh and Jeff, the studly contractors, Robb and hopefully Dino, our neighbour Kyle, and my secret jack-off illusion, Kevin, the black haired, blue eyed Scottish lad from the bank -- the one who prompted Jesse to say ‘if he ever shows up, I’m going back to Australia’.
Time flies when you are having sex. Jesse and I had a loving kiss to cap off what should have happened this morning. We got tied up and handed off the mayo, and took the paddle to the tin boat.
“Thanks for not going ballistic on me when I broke your paddle.”
“One of them had a small split, so it was bound to break eventually,” I said.
Vlad and Robb finished putting out the ingredients for the “wurst” ‘build your own’ sandwiches, potato salad, and more cold beer from the fridge. We all dug in, enjoying the deli goodies with our voracious appetites. Vlad ran his tongue over his teeth when I was the only one watching, causing a tingling sensation in my man parts and a smile on my face. Since lunch was great I made a mental note to drop into the deli more often, perhaps on the way home so we could brown bag it when school started. The swim practices will be brutal and will require us to keep the calorie intake between 7000 and 9000 a day to have enough energy.
“Vlad, I’m supposed to be taking you to the gym so you can bulk up. Do you feel up to it yet?” I asked.
“I was hoping if I didn’t mention it, you might forget about it. Oh well, got to keep Coach happy, so yes, I feel fine. Can we start with some pushups when we go to bed?” Vlad asked.
“Why don’t we push some furniture out of the way and do alternating pushups on each other and under each other? I’m so glad to have Vlad and Scott back with us,” Ryan said.
“As long as we keep shuffling the deck, we can all be close to everyone even briefly,” Danny said.
“I have to work from six to nine and don’t want to miss it,” James said.
“We can cuddle and watch a movie until you get back and we will have dinner ready,” I said.
“I’m going to clean up these dishes then we can make the most of the outdoors while we can,” I said.
“I’ll help with that,” Ryan said.
“Glad you volunteered. I wanted to know how the wedding plans were coming along. I hope we can do it in the loft as Robb is getting an organ, which, when hooked up to the audio system should make a joyful arrangement of the Wedding March. Do you have a minister and who all is coming from your family? I figured I’ll be the official photographer. We can also set up a camera and make a video for evidence if either of you decide being married isn’t good for you,” I chuckled.
“Mom has a connection for a minister at the Church of Christ. I talked to her and she said that my oldest brother won’t be in the country. I’m not sure if it was an excuse, but it doesn’t matter to me. The other one wants to come with his wife. As he said to mom, “I always knew Ryan was gay. He is far too beautiful to be anything but gay. Uncle Ted would like to be my Best Man. Mom and dad are agreeable to that because Ted has always been my favourite relative. Vlad wanted you to be his but I told him you will likely be busy so his second choice was Jesse. We thought about 12 noon and we can have some pulled pork for dinner, then get them all out before the team beer bust starts,” he said.
“I agree with your brother and talked to Vlad at length about you and Vlad and me and Jesse. Just so you hear it from the horse’s mouth, you and Vlad are so beautiful. Get ready for me to cry at your wedding when it comes to the part where you and Vlad kiss. I realized this past week how much he means to me. I guess he told you why I put you two together?” I asked.
“He did, but even though we are getting married, you are very special, and you make all the guys here feel special. I still remember when you carted me off to your dentist. My self-esteem surged after that. I don’t know how much Vlad told you about us, but I want you and Jesse included in our playtime.”
“And Jesse wants the same. If you don’t believe how close I feel to you Ryan, put your hand in my swimsuit.”
We casually sucked back and forth, then put them back so we could join the others after an intimate kiss.
“Ryan, I don’t know if I told you this, but you have a most incredible body, from your powerful quads and vee shaped back to your amazing crystal blue eyes and spiky black hair, you are the complete package. You are symmetrical, and more beautiful than any guy I’ve seen. I’m looking forward to group sex with you, Vlad, and Jesse,” I said.
“Do you really mean it? I thought I was average so I worked out hoping somebody would hit on me. When Ted set-up our meeting, I couldn’t sleep because I hoped I might meet someone who was interested. When I did get to sleep I had that incredible wet dream where I had to pass an initiation to get on the team, got fucked in the locker room by the biggest dude while all of the other team members jerked off on me and stuffed their cocks in my mouth for me to clean them. I shot about 10 loads, soaking my sheets. When we finally met, you guys were hotter than anything I could have imagined,” Ryan said.
“Maybe you and I can double penetrate Vlad. I love the feeling of our cocks rubbing each other in his hot hole. Just imagining it has me all wet I think,” I said.
Ryan pulled my Speedo down and licked the sweet honey dew from my thick head.
“We got to get down to the dock before I lose it,” I said.
He pushed his suit down to show me the big collection of precum hanging from his piss slit so I cleaned it off, and were interrupted by Jesse.
“I should have known you were doing more than the dishes! I think I’m flogging a dead horse. If you hate me this much, have the bloody balls to tell me to my face and I’ll find somewhere else to live, Scott,” he said.
“Jesse, we were just....”
“Shut the fuck up, Scott. You always have some bloomin’ excuse for excluding me. You had me feeling that we were going to be alright when we were in the boat, now you’re back to your shenanigans,” he said, as he shoved me backwards, luckily landing on my back on the couch rather than the floor.
“I don’t want to get in the middle right now but perhaps you guys need a “time out” for awhile. I love you both and don’t want to stand here watching you kill each other,” Ryan said, as he put his arm around Jesse and walked him out the side door.
My heart rate was way high, my hands were shaking from the adrenalin rush so I went into the bathroom and was frightened at how red my face was. I was a lover, not a fighter, and Jesse scared me. I poured myself a stiff rum and Coke and sat in the screen room. I couldn’t blame Jesse for his act of aggression, when he was only reacting to my action of sucking Ryan. I didn’t recall hearing the door slam so I had no idea how long he was there before the confrontation. It was pretty obvious to me now that Jesse’s rage was motivated by jealousy. I guess we needed to change the rules. I wanted to cry but it wasn’t in me. Today had been too emotional. I wanted to talk to Vlad but reasoned with myself that it wouldn’t be an appropriate time. As if sent by an angel, James walked in and sat with me and gave me a hug. That’s when I bawled my eyes out.
“Trouble in paradise?” he asked.
“You could say that, and be 100% right. Let me get you another beer James, then we can go for a short cruise just to get away from here,” I said.
James drove the launch which was nothing new to him.
“I heard Jesse yelling at you. What’s with that?”
“I was talking to Ryan about Vlad, Ryan, Jesse and me having a close relationship like Vlad and I had with the twins. Everybody is fine with it but it is touching a nerve with Jesse. It’s clear to me that jealousy has become a fact of life as far as Jesse is concerned. His mouth is saying he is fine with an extended relationship but his mind is sending conflicting messages. I knew when it started that it might be precarious at best and the plot for a murder mystery at worst. I need Vlad in my life as I need Jesse. They don’t dislike each other. Jesse has animal magnetism whereas I’m in love with Vlad’s mind. The problem is that Jesse doesn’t want to share me. It may be that Jesse is jealous of Ryan or even their upcoming wedding. Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to settle down and have Jesse as my hubby, but that is a blip on the edge of the radar screen,” I explained.
“I would like to have you as my hubby but let’s face it; You are a Toronto boy and I’m in Muskoka. Dad is counting on me to carry on the family business which should do well if we can grow the boat sales, and getting the O’Bryden line because of you is a bonus. We have always been under-capitalized. We have several hundred feet of shore line on the other side of our house, and it extends all the way to the road. Some of the islands are Crown land and aren’t available for cottages now but if or when they are, our business can grow substantially. More cottages mean more boat sales, repairs, docking fees, more of everything. If someone invents a conventional looking toilet that doesn’t need a septic tank, the lake could stand a higher density,” James said.
When you get time, work on a business plan for expanding your business. We can’t give you money for free but we can beat any financial institution on lending rates. Remember, a business plan is dynamic and needs constant updating,” I said.
“Who did you mean when you said “we”?”
“Vlad and I are going to form a business. He is bright when it comes to money,” I said.
“When are we going to remove the Javex jugs from the slalom run? I don’t think anyone will be using it again this year,” I said.
“I’ll do it now if you warm me up after,” James said.
“Deal.”
James drove the boat to the end of the run, stood up, peeled his Speedo off and slipped over the side. One-by-one he duck-dived to unhook the bungie cords, freeing the markers. I hooked them and hauled them aboard using the boat hook. When he finished, I gave him a hand getting back in the launch.
“Did a turtle make off with your willy? It looks more like an “innie”,” I asked.
“It’s cold. Warm it up,” James said as he pushed his pelvis at my face.
It didn’t take long to thaw the blood. I was amazed at how natural it seemed, to be sucking off my oldest friend. It reminded me of simpler times when Robb, James, and I played around. I recalled how happy I was when I found out that I was James’ first. I recalled the note he left on the table when he left early to start work after our first night of lovemaking, and I remembered the joy I felt when I read it. The discoveries were mind blowing. I don’t recall a happier time in my life. If Jesse couldn’t adapt, we would have to work at it harder, but if it just wouldn’t work out, I’d be happy to include James and Robb, if Vlad and Ryan were cool with it, or just leave it as polyamorous with some 3ways with Ryan and Vlad for special occasions.
The next thing I knew was James vigorously fucking my face. I knew he was almost ready to blow so I massaged his ass and played rough with the boys. He threw his head back and flooded my mouth with his liquid love as I listened to his horny moans. I guess he gave me too much because he kissed me and took some of it back. Most guys like to french kiss before sex but we liked it after, too. He slipped my suit off to watch my pee pee dancing wildly.
“Remind me of the first time you fucked me, Scott.”
I bent him over the engine cowl, got on my knees and applied our special lubricant; he swallowed my cock and made it slippery.
“I want to take it like a man, so don’t worry about being gentle. I’ll be pretending that you are big, bad, Bubba and I’m spending my first day in prison,” James said.
“Come here little Jimmy. You be my bitch and I’ll protect you!” I said.
I sounded rougher than I was. The tight feeling around my cock was sensational. I wondered as I looked at my incredibly handsome friend how long it would be before someone on campus got their hooks in James. He sure was a catch, and I didn’t look forward to losing him to another. Little Jimmy made Bubba shoot intensely, who devoured his cream-pie.
We idled back to the cottage, with James assuring me that Jesse was crazy about me, and not to make any rash decisions. If it didn’t work out, he would be there to pick up the pieces. That’s why James and I had been close for so many years.
It was time for James to start work, so he left when we got back. We would have dinner when he returned.
Robb informed me that Jesse wanted to talk to me. He was on the rock by the lake where we really became lovers, so I hoofed over, observing him soaking up the last faint rays of the sun, in the nude, on a towel.
“Hi babes, are you awake?” I asked.
He rolled onto his back showing me he was very much awake so I laid down beside him.
“If you were going to say you are sorry, don’t. Don’t be mad but I talked to Robb about what went on. I hoped he would take sides with me, and vindicate my actions but he was a good listener. He got me started talking and when I thought he would break in with some words of wisdom, he kept his mouth shut which forced me to keep talking. Eventually, I solved my problem. I knew we loved each other but I was expecting we would be exclusive which is stupid. We never discussed a monogamous relationship, so I created that “reality” in my mind. When I told Robb that I guess it’s what I wanted, he gave me a hug and said he thought he wanted a monogamous relationship with Scott too but realized what they all had was way better than that,” Jesse said.
“We were laying here on the rock, and at that point, Robb rolled on top of me and kissed me with my arms around him, telling him that I’d hate to see the day when we felt guilty about doing this, and feeling our big bulges growing against each other. He asked if it would be okay under the circumstances to lay together nude. I laughed and got his suit off, burying my nose in his bush, flicking my tongue at his cock like a snake until he guided my head over him. It was one of those eureka moments. He told me he was stupid for behaving like a nun while Scott was away with Vlad. He had the rest of the troop to satisfy his sexual appetite but all he could see in his mind’s eye was Scott’s beer can cock pistoning in and out of Vlad all night and the twins all day,” Jesse said.
“Babes, I think you are having some anxiety issues with school starting in a couple of days. You used to play with all of us, no problem at all. Now Vlad and Ryan want to make love to both of us, and you are reluctant. They are both good looking, loving guys who love you. You’ve played with them before and made them happy. What is it that you aren’t telling me?” I asked.
“All the other guys are so hot looking except me. I keep thinking that they are toying with me when they give me a compliment,” he said.
“Remember, you are the guy I fell in love with. If you insist you aren’t hot, I guess it means my taste in men is in my ass. Please, Jesse, I want to watch and help you make love to Vlad and Ryan tonight. They want it to happen, Just like we did with the twins,” I said.
I massaged Jesse’s muscular legs watching him get harder and harder, and used my mouth to manipulate his foreskin. I heard him say “Scott, I love you” which was music to my ears. We kissed like the old days, and agreed that we should save it up for tonight. We went back to the cottage and Jesse had a nap to recharge for tonight.
**
Robb was making the spaghetti sauce and Vlad was making meat balls. They planned on dinner the Italian way, starting by filling up on the pasta, then serving the meat balls. A salad was planned too.
“Robb, If you are going to be fooling around with boiling water, at least put your shoes on,” so he went to the bedroom to get them. I followed, as Vlad turned up the tunes.
“They need to be replaced soon. Do they fit well?” I asked.
“They are marvy but two years old. I only have one pair and run them into the pavement,” he said.
“What size are they, and would you buy the same make again?”
“They are 8D and I’ve been wearing the same size for 4 years so I guess my foot will always fit in my mouth. My last pair was the same kind,” he said, after stuffing his smooth feet into his compression ankle socks and slipping into his runners. I thought of sucking his chlorine tasting feet, and smiled to myself.
“If everything is under control, I have some work to do. I won’t be far away,” I said.
After building a “ready for the match” fire in the fireplace, I put on my jeans and an old plaid long sleeve flannel shirt as I planned to work in the screen room.
“Is this masquerade night? Why are you dressed like a butch dyke? Vlad asked, while Robb laughed his head off.
“If I wanted to pull that look off, I’d need another 50 pounds, a pair of Birkenstocks and a cigarette hanging from my lip.”
Their laughter brought Brad out of the bedroom asking what was happening. After being told, and staring at me, he laughed too.
Previously, I checked out the Hauptwerk users group site and noticed a large discussion about “Organmaster” shoes, so I went to their online store and read up on them. They are designed exclusively for playing organ, have soft leather uppers, suede soles, and 1-1/4” heels for proper heel and toe playing with the feet. The higher heel allows the organist to play chords on the pedalboard, and the soft uppers allow the necessary feel to find your position without looking. Finally, the uppers slide easily against each other, while the sole slides on the pedalboard silently without marking it, like you were playing with socks. It’s important to get used to playing with shoes from the beginning, so I would order them now.
Their website was very helpful. I ordered Robb a pair of Oxfords, lace up black in 8 Medium which was equivalent to a C-D width but the shoes were a little roomier for the toes, but needed to be tight around the heels. I bought a pair for me too, in 9-1/2 Wide. They guaranteed a proper fit. If they didn’t fit right, send them back and they replace them as long as they are in like new condition. They come with round laces which I dislike so I also ordered two pair of flat laces, a suede sole brush, some special multi-wax shoe polish, two shoe horns, two pair of heal grips to custom fit the shoes if needed, polish applicator, shoe brush, and buffing clothes. I even bought some clear instant shine, as all the accessories were on sale. The shoes were only $60/pair. I expected $150. They also had a tote bag for shoes, water bottle, music and most importantly his Mac Book Pro laptop.
I was surprised that they also did a big business in sheet music, so being the control freak that I’ve been told I am, I made a selection of music that I liked and some that he would need at some point. With a wedding coming up, now was the right time. I ordered:
Wedding Service Music for Organ which included
R. Wagner - Bridal chorus (aka wedding march) which was secular, and not permitted in some churches and
Mendelssohn’s Wedding March.
A book called “At the organ with VIRGIL FOX” containing 29 pieces, complete with his markings, performance hints and registration
Little Organ Book by J. S. Bach, arranged by Flor Peeters
J. S. Bach - Complete Preludes and Fugues for organ
I could have gone wild, but there would be birthdays and Christmas gifts. I imagined Robb could swap music with his class mates and memorize it. I was over $60 already just for the music. Plus shipping and tax.
I phoned the twins and talked to Adam, as Aaron was at work.
“Did you get the drawings and email from Jeff regarding the work on Réjeanne’s house and what did you think of it?” I asked.
“It looks like a dream but is it workable from a money standpoint? How do we go about making it happen?” Adam asked.
The numbers work out well even allowing for cost overruns of 25%. I’ve come up with a few changes to improve the efficiency but I need Jeff to cost it out and see if it still makes sense. Change the regular gas water heater to an on-demand multi-stage condensing, power vented water heater, a geothermal heat pump and air to air heat recovery/fresh air supply to the furnace. Use Pex plastic piping throughout with separate lines to every plumbing fixture with a wall of shut-off valves for everything so if there is a leak, just turn off that fixture,” I said.
“Cool idea. I was thinking of a pull-out couch on the second floor in case relatives came from down east,” he said.
“It’s a good idea. Bryan, the designer that I used is involved with this project, and he will finalize the furnishings well in advance of move-in date. Did your mom and aunt look at the plans and what did they think?” I asked.
“Mom said it looks too good to be true and wondered about the financing.”
“Vlad and I are going to incorporate, and have discussed giving a mortgage to complete the work and possibly doing a minor upgrade on Marie’s house so she can get top dollar when she sells it. They need to talk to a lawyer to figure out exactly how it will work, but our mortgage will be at a much better rate than a bank or credit union, and you guys won’t have to borrow money against what Caul left you. It also won’t encumber Marie’s house so she can sell it free and clear of mortgages. I’ll talk to Jeff about timing. Tell me, how is Chris working out? If you can’t talk right now just say “not at this time”?” I asked.
“It’s okay, he drove back to Montréal this afternoon and is taking the train back on Sunday. We get along just great and Aaron likes his thick cock too, but he is dying to see Olivier beyond what we do on Facetime every day. He emailed some photos of his camping holiday this year and he is a hottie!” Adam said.
“The wedding plans are coming along great. We want you all to be here, and combine it with a beer bust and pig roast for the swim, gymnastics, and diving teams. Robb has switched from singing to organ so Vlad and I bought him a portable digital keyboard so he can play the Wedding March,” I said.
“Aaron is going with me to pick up some groceries tomorrow in the car. I wish we were with you at the cottage because I’m all alone, horny and hoping Aaron is too when he gets back from work. I hope the boat is everything you wished for,” he said.
“Give Aaron a hug and kiss for me, and call us anytime,” I said.
I phoned Jeff to tell him I loved the plans, and to see how the mansion was progressing.
“In two words, it’s not. The client keeps making changes so we told him that there is no point starting the project until everything is settled. That’s why I drew up reno plans for your cottage and for the twin’s mother’s house. We need to be working. Mega-house could be put on hold until the spring,” he said.
“I talked to Adam who talked to his mom who says it’s a dream home, and wondered if they really could do it. I assured him it’s workable, and that Vlad and I were going to form a business and could give them a mortgage on the property to pay the reno costs,” I said.
That’s promising. Are you interested in doing the upgrade on your cottage?” Jeff asked.
“My beautifully restored mahogany launch needs a boathouse. While we are at it, make it a four slip boathouse 24 ft x 40 ft. Where I get confused is whether to build a new cottage on top of the boathouse and keep the cottage as it is. I could rent it out or use it for really big weekend parties. Maybe we could build a small cottage in the attic of the boathouse,” I said.
“Give it some more thought. We can build anything you want,” he said.
Did your carpet guy get some carpet for the moveable platform which will get to the loft on Friday afternoon and needs to be carpeted then, because we have something big and heavy to be placed on it?” I asked.
“Yes, he has it and will be there. I’ll email you his phone number to follow up,” he said.
“Maybe you can help with one more thing. I bought an old pipe organ for Robb to use for practice. The platform is for the console but the pipe unit weighs about 700 pounds and needs to be on the balcony. Do you have a block and tackle to lift it up and over the wall around the balcony? It’s 7 or 8 feet long,” I asked.
“It might be easier to slide it up the stairs, but we will bring everything we need. Just don’t worry about it. We’ll get ‘er done. There’s plenty of manpower. You can try to get that house reno under way for us,” Jeff said.
It was getting dark out now so I turned on the outdoor lights. The smells from the kitchen made me hungry. Vlad was finished making meatballs and volunteered to help me put the cover on the launch.
“I talked to Jeff. His megahouse project seems to be stalled so I should call Réjeanne and try to get that one going. If we get away from here early Sunday morning, I can do that from the library. I can’t make up my mind about the cottage. The boathouse is essential and if we are building it anyway it would be fairly inexpensive to build in the attic space but it would be less space than we have now. Another option is to put a full 2nd storey on it perhaps with a loft in it. We could cantilever a deck at the front rather than have a flat roof. I’m afraid trying to retrofit and extend the old cottage might look like that’s what we did. I love the view from there but perhaps we should just leave it alone and tear it down some day and start over,” I said.
“Maybe if you did that, you could blast some of the rock away so a new one could be all on one level and look more ground hugging,” Vlad said.
“I like that idea. Maybe we should commit to the boathouse now and plan on a 1-1/2 storey which would look more “old Muskoka”. We would still have the other cottage to loan or rent out,” I said.
“This should keep the boat dry,” Vlad said as we finished putting the cover on it. “Now for a Scotch.”
To be continued ...
Chapter seventy-nine
Previously:
“Is this taken?” Brad said indicating the empty chaise beside me.
“You and Danny can use it if I can watch,” I said.
“Yes you can if we can strip and get as much sun as possible,” Danny said.
Vlad and Ryan thought it was a good idea and peeled their Speedos off. Bambi looked at me with one of his classic winks and peeled mine off. I reciprocated. By the time I sat down and Robb sat in front of me, he was 99% hard. I reached around to give it a few squeezes and got 100%.
“Is that your tin boat heading this way?” Vlad asked.
“I think so. Maybe I’ll take him for a ride,” I said.
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I went over to the beach to pull the tin boat up onto the beach.
“It’s okay Mate, I can handle it myself,” he said, as he gave a mighty push on the paddle, splitting it in two.
“Sorry, Scott. Buy a new one and I’ll give you the money.”
“Don’t sweat it, babes. It was old anyway. Let’s take the launch to the marina and see if we can get another one,” I said.
“Is Vlaaad coming too?” he asked.
“I think not. Just the two of us. Do you want a Fourex before we go?”
“It might calm me down. What the Hell, okay, let’s,” Jesse said.
“Make mine a Coke. I’ll get shit faced with you when we get back. I’ll get my wallet,” I said.
“Do any of you girls need anything at the store?” I asked.
“We need a jar of mayo so I can make sandwiches,” Robb said.
Jesse and I climbed aboard the launch. I gave Jesse instructions on the start-up sequence. Robb and James untied us and pushed us away from the dock while I explained the finer points of its operation. When we were down the bay, I turned the helm over to Jesse and asked him to go slow.
“Sorry we didn’t get off to a great start this morning,” I said, fondling his knee.
“It was my fault, too. I was really horny for you. If I felt that way at the loft, I would have carried you to the second bedroom and locked the door behind us. I think we have been going in different directions since that afternoon here in the woods where we took it to the next level. Before that, I was into polyamory as much as you, but since that day I have felt I could live with you on a desert island and be as happy as a pig in shit. You, on the other hand, want to be with as many of the other guys as humanly possible, especially Vlad. Damn, you had him to yourself for 5 days until we re-connected today, and I make a joke about having him watch you enjoy eating my cum and it was like I laid a huge guilt trip on you. Maybe you should tell me what is going on with him, why is he so special?” Jesse asked.
“Hmm, where do I begin? Vlad takes some time to get to know, and we took the time on this trip to understand each other very well. He is more than a pale, thin kid. He is a natural at business, and we will become close in business relationships. I found out about this boat while in Ottawa and needed a certified cheque. I couldn’t get one because my account was with head office in Toronto but Vlad banked in Ottawa so I wrote him a cheque and he withdrew cash for the boat. Later that night, he pulled my cheque from his wallet and tore it up and handed it to me. He paid for the boat to thank me for being there for him when he was sick,” I said.
“That’s a tough act to follow,” Jesse said.
“We were prepared to send Aaron to cooking school but they got an insurance settlement from their step-dad, and Vlad is letting them use his condo. He is generous. You got along with four-ways with the twins. Why are you reluctant to get loose with Vlad now?” I asked.
“I can’t compete with his money,” Jesse confessed.
“Baby, I don’t give a rat’s ass about the money. I’ve talked to Vlad about what we can do if you have money troubles and we decided we can offer you a very good rate on a student loan if it comes to that. The same goes for all the others,” I said.
Finally Jesse wrapped his arms around me and kissed me repeatedly.
“I assumed you guys were fucking 24/7,” he said.
“Not nearly that much,” I said, with a grin on my face.
“Smart ass! Why do I always hurt the one I love?” he asked.
“Could it be jealousy? Fear of rejection? Fear of being alone? If it’s any of those, it shouldn’t be. The way I look at it is that it’s hard not to love someone you’re making love to. I could understand Vlad being insecure, and he was when we all got together. Don’t ever let on that I told you but he said to me that he was surprised I even remembered his name the first morning. I feel if I didn’t become friends with James, I might not have lived this long, what with depression and the hatred I had for dad trying to make me into a duplicate of himself. The Summers with James kept me going and created a friendship with Danny, whose bulging swimsuit caught my attention but I didn’t know why. If it wasn’t for Robb, I’d still be in the closet, and it was through Robb that I met you and Vlad,” I said.
“Do you want to dock it?” Jesse asked.
“I trust you but take it slow. We’ll continue the discussion on the way back,” I said.
There was no wind which helped Jesse make a perfect docking. We got the mayo and saw Jimmy who dug around in one of the dry boathouses out back and found a paddle the same size in reasonable condition.
“It’s on the house, Scott. If you need a new one, see me in the spring,” he said.
We continued our heart to heart discussion on the way back.
“So there is no reason why I should be jealous of Vlad. You met us at the same time and we fell in love as soon as we saw each other,” he said.
“And we’ve both made love to all of the others, and eliminated sexual tension from harming our love. Besides we had a tumultuous affair with the twins, me primarily with Aaron and you with Adam. We will see them for two nights between now and Christmas if we can hold out till Christmas. I have my doubts. I’d be all for having a four-way with Vlad and Ryan when we get back. I want to see you fucking Vlad,” I said.
Jesse stood up and took off his Speedo, creating that solid slappp of his wet foreskin on his hard tummy, and my mouth encapsulated his beautiful member in a moist heat wrap called lips. He sucked my fingers which slid inside him so smoothly.
“It’s up to you, a four-way or group sex when we get back to the cottage or we fuck each other right here, right now,” Jesse said.
I thoroughly sucked Jesse, including his sensitive balls, and rimmed him until he was moaning loudly.
“I was thinking of Adam. Give it to me rough, mate,” Jesse said.
I topped Jesse and broke in the boat all at the same time. When he shouted “deeper” he got it. Unfortunately, I climaxed in record time, so we did a flip flop. Jesse became an animal and I got to feel what nearly a weeks worth felt like, especially with Jesse’s strong, athletic body.
I guess I was more in love with Jesse’s ripped body and Vlad’s beautiful mind and heart. Vlad and I communicated more by thought, whereas Jesse was all about animal attraction. Adam was like Jesse and Aaron was like Vlad. I had made up my mind. I needed both of them, and all of the others in the loft including Danny’s tiny perfect gymnast friend Brad, the twins, Chris and Olivier from the Ottawa condo, Josh and Jeff, the studly contractors, Robb and hopefully Dino, our neighbour Kyle, and my secret jack-off illusion, Kevin, the black haired, blue eyed Scottish lad from the bank -- the one who prompted Jesse to say ‘if he ever shows up, I’m going back to Australia’.
Time flies when you are having sex. Jesse and I had a loving kiss to cap off what should have happened this morning. We got tied up and handed off the mayo, and took the paddle to the tin boat.
“Thanks for not going ballistic on me when I broke your paddle.”
“One of them had a small split, so it was bound to break eventually,” I said.
Vlad and Robb finished putting out the ingredients for the “wurst” ‘build your own’ sandwiches, potato salad, and more cold beer from the fridge. We all dug in, enjoying the deli goodies with our voracious appetites. Vlad ran his tongue over his teeth when I was the only one watching, causing a tingling sensation in my man parts and a smile on my face. Since lunch was great I made a mental note to drop into the deli more often, perhaps on the way home so we could brown bag it when school started. The swim practices will be brutal and will require us to keep the calorie intake between 7000 and 9000 a day to have enough energy.
“Vlad, I’m supposed to be taking you to the gym so you can bulk up. Do you feel up to it yet?” I asked.
“I was hoping if I didn’t mention it, you might forget about it. Oh well, got to keep Coach happy, so yes, I feel fine. Can we start with some pushups when we go to bed?” Vlad asked.
“Why don’t we push some furniture out of the way and do alternating pushups on each other and under each other? I’m so glad to have Vlad and Scott back with us,” Ryan said.
“As long as we keep shuffling the deck, we can all be close to everyone even briefly,” Danny said.
“I have to work from six to nine and don’t want to miss it,” James said.
“We can cuddle and watch a movie until you get back and we will have dinner ready,” I said.
“I’m going to clean up these dishes then we can make the most of the outdoors while we can,” I said.
“I’ll help with that,” Ryan said.
“Glad you volunteered. I wanted to know how the wedding plans were coming along. I hope we can do it in the loft as Robb is getting an organ, which, when hooked up to the audio system should make a joyful arrangement of the Wedding March. Do you have a minister and who all is coming from your family? I figured I’ll be the official photographer. We can also set up a camera and make a video for evidence if either of you decide being married isn’t good for you,” I chuckled.
“Mom has a connection for a minister at the Church of Christ. I talked to her and she said that my oldest brother won’t be in the country. I’m not sure if it was an excuse, but it doesn’t matter to me. The other one wants to come with his wife. As he said to mom, “I always knew Ryan was gay. He is far too beautiful to be anything but gay. Uncle Ted would like to be my Best Man. Mom and dad are agreeable to that because Ted has always been my favourite relative. Vlad wanted you to be his but I told him you will likely be busy so his second choice was Jesse. We thought about 12 noon and we can have some pulled pork for dinner, then get them all out before the team beer bust starts,” he said.
“I agree with your brother and talked to Vlad at length about you and Vlad and me and Jesse. Just so you hear it from the horse’s mouth, you and Vlad are so beautiful. Get ready for me to cry at your wedding when it comes to the part where you and Vlad kiss. I realized this past week how much he means to me. I guess he told you why I put you two together?” I asked.
“He did, but even though we are getting married, you are very special, and you make all the guys here feel special. I still remember when you carted me off to your dentist. My self-esteem surged after that. I don’t know how much Vlad told you about us, but I want you and Jesse included in our playtime.”
“And Jesse wants the same. If you don’t believe how close I feel to you Ryan, put your hand in my swimsuit.”
We casually sucked back and forth, then put them back so we could join the others after an intimate kiss.
“Ryan, I don’t know if I told you this, but you have a most incredible body, from your powerful quads and vee shaped back to your amazing crystal blue eyes and spiky black hair, you are the complete package. You are symmetrical, and more beautiful than any guy I’ve seen. I’m looking forward to group sex with you, Vlad, and Jesse,” I said.
“Do you really mean it? I thought I was average so I worked out hoping somebody would hit on me. When Ted set-up our meeting, I couldn’t sleep because I hoped I might meet someone who was interested. When I did get to sleep I had that incredible wet dream where I had to pass an initiation to get on the team, got fucked in the locker room by the biggest dude while all of the other team members jerked off on me and stuffed their cocks in my mouth for me to clean them. I shot about 10 loads, soaking my sheets. When we finally met, you guys were hotter than anything I could have imagined,” Ryan said.
“Maybe you and I can double penetrate Vlad. I love the feeling of our cocks rubbing each other in his hot hole. Just imagining it has me all wet I think,” I said.
Ryan pulled my Speedo down and licked the sweet honey dew from my thick head.
“We got to get down to the dock before I lose it,” I said.
He pushed his suit down to show me the big collection of precum hanging from his piss slit so I cleaned it off, and were interrupted by Jesse.
“I should have known you were doing more than the dishes! I think I’m flogging a dead horse. If you hate me this much, have the bloody balls to tell me to my face and I’ll find somewhere else to live, Scott,” he said.
“Jesse, we were just....”
“Shut the fuck up, Scott. You always have some bloomin’ excuse for excluding me. You had me feeling that we were going to be alright when we were in the boat, now you’re back to your shenanigans,” he said, as he shoved me backwards, luckily landing on my back on the couch rather than the floor.
“I don’t want to get in the middle right now but perhaps you guys need a “time out” for awhile. I love you both and don’t want to stand here watching you kill each other,” Ryan said, as he put his arm around Jesse and walked him out the side door.
My heart rate was way high, my hands were shaking from the adrenalin rush so I went into the bathroom and was frightened at how red my face was. I was a lover, not a fighter, and Jesse scared me. I poured myself a stiff rum and Coke and sat in the screen room. I couldn’t blame Jesse for his act of aggression, when he was only reacting to my action of sucking Ryan. I didn’t recall hearing the door slam so I had no idea how long he was there before the confrontation. It was pretty obvious to me now that Jesse’s rage was motivated by jealousy. I guess we needed to change the rules. I wanted to cry but it wasn’t in me. Today had been too emotional. I wanted to talk to Vlad but reasoned with myself that it wouldn’t be an appropriate time. As if sent by an angel, James walked in and sat with me and gave me a hug. That’s when I bawled my eyes out.
“Trouble in paradise?” he asked.
“You could say that, and be 100% right. Let me get you another beer James, then we can go for a short cruise just to get away from here,” I said.
James drove the launch which was nothing new to him.
“I heard Jesse yelling at you. What’s with that?”
“I was talking to Ryan about Vlad, Ryan, Jesse and me having a close relationship like Vlad and I had with the twins. Everybody is fine with it but it is touching a nerve with Jesse. It’s clear to me that jealousy has become a fact of life as far as Jesse is concerned. His mouth is saying he is fine with an extended relationship but his mind is sending conflicting messages. I knew when it started that it might be precarious at best and the plot for a murder mystery at worst. I need Vlad in my life as I need Jesse. They don’t dislike each other. Jesse has animal magnetism whereas I’m in love with Vlad’s mind. The problem is that Jesse doesn’t want to share me. It may be that Jesse is jealous of Ryan or even their upcoming wedding. Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to settle down and have Jesse as my hubby, but that is a blip on the edge of the radar screen,” I explained.
“I would like to have you as my hubby but let’s face it; You are a Toronto boy and I’m in Muskoka. Dad is counting on me to carry on the family business which should do well if we can grow the boat sales, and getting the O’Bryden line because of you is a bonus. We have always been under-capitalized. We have several hundred feet of shore line on the other side of our house, and it extends all the way to the road. Some of the islands are Crown land and aren’t available for cottages now but if or when they are, our business can grow substantially. More cottages mean more boat sales, repairs, docking fees, more of everything. If someone invents a conventional looking toilet that doesn’t need a septic tank, the lake could stand a higher density,” James said.
When you get time, work on a business plan for expanding your business. We can’t give you money for free but we can beat any financial institution on lending rates. Remember, a business plan is dynamic and needs constant updating,” I said.
“Who did you mean when you said “we”?”
“Vlad and I are going to form a business. He is bright when it comes to money,” I said.
“When are we going to remove the Javex jugs from the slalom run? I don’t think anyone will be using it again this year,” I said.
“I’ll do it now if you warm me up after,” James said.
“Deal.”
James drove the boat to the end of the run, stood up, peeled his Speedo off and slipped over the side. One-by-one he duck-dived to unhook the bungie cords, freeing the markers. I hooked them and hauled them aboard using the boat hook. When he finished, I gave him a hand getting back in the launch.
“Did a turtle make off with your willy? It looks more like an “innie”,” I asked.
“It’s cold. Warm it up,” James said as he pushed his pelvis at my face.
It didn’t take long to thaw the blood. I was amazed at how natural it seemed, to be sucking off my oldest friend. It reminded me of simpler times when Robb, James, and I played around. I recalled how happy I was when I found out that I was James’ first. I recalled the note he left on the table when he left early to start work after our first night of lovemaking, and I remembered the joy I felt when I read it. The discoveries were mind blowing. I don’t recall a happier time in my life. If Jesse couldn’t adapt, we would have to work at it harder, but if it just wouldn’t work out, I’d be happy to include James and Robb, if Vlad and Ryan were cool with it, or just leave it as polyamorous with some 3ways with Ryan and Vlad for special occasions.
The next thing I knew was James vigorously fucking my face. I knew he was almost ready to blow so I massaged his ass and played rough with the boys. He threw his head back and flooded my mouth with his liquid love as I listened to his horny moans. I guess he gave me too much because he kissed me and took some of it back. Most guys like to french kiss before sex but we liked it after, too. He slipped my suit off to watch my pee pee dancing wildly.
“Remind me of the first time you fucked me, Scott.”
I bent him over the engine cowl, got on my knees and applied our special lubricant; he swallowed my cock and made it slippery.
“I want to take it like a man, so don’t worry about being gentle. I’ll be pretending that you are big, bad, Bubba and I’m spending my first day in prison,” James said.
“Come here little Jimmy. You be my bitch and I’ll protect you!” I said.
I sounded rougher than I was. The tight feeling around my cock was sensational. I wondered as I looked at my incredibly handsome friend how long it would be before someone on campus got their hooks in James. He sure was a catch, and I didn’t look forward to losing him to another. Little Jimmy made Bubba shoot intensely, who devoured his cream-pie.
We idled back to the cottage, with James assuring me that Jesse was crazy about me, and not to make any rash decisions. If it didn’t work out, he would be there to pick up the pieces. That’s why James and I had been close for so many years.
It was time for James to start work, so he left when we got back. We would have dinner when he returned.
Robb informed me that Jesse wanted to talk to me. He was on the rock by the lake where we really became lovers, so I hoofed over, observing him soaking up the last faint rays of the sun, in the nude, on a towel.
“Hi babes, are you awake?” I asked.
He rolled onto his back showing me he was very much awake so I laid down beside him.
“If you were going to say you are sorry, don’t. Don’t be mad but I talked to Robb about what went on. I hoped he would take sides with me, and vindicate my actions but he was a good listener. He got me started talking and when I thought he would break in with some words of wisdom, he kept his mouth shut which forced me to keep talking. Eventually, I solved my problem. I knew we loved each other but I was expecting we would be exclusive which is stupid. We never discussed a monogamous relationship, so I created that “reality” in my mind. When I told Robb that I guess it’s what I wanted, he gave me a hug and said he thought he wanted a monogamous relationship with Scott too but realized what they all had was way better than that,” Jesse said.
“We were laying here on the rock, and at that point, Robb rolled on top of me and kissed me with my arms around him, telling him that I’d hate to see the day when we felt guilty about doing this, and feeling our big bulges growing against each other. He asked if it would be okay under the circumstances to lay together nude. I laughed and got his suit off, burying my nose in his bush, flicking my tongue at his cock like a snake until he guided my head over him. It was one of those eureka moments. He told me he was stupid for behaving like a nun while Scott was away with Vlad. He had the rest of the troop to satisfy his sexual appetite but all he could see in his mind’s eye was Scott’s beer can cock pistoning in and out of Vlad all night and the twins all day,” Jesse said.
“Babes, I think you are having some anxiety issues with school starting in a couple of days. You used to play with all of us, no problem at all. Now Vlad and Ryan want to make love to both of us, and you are reluctant. They are both good looking, loving guys who love you. You’ve played with them before and made them happy. What is it that you aren’t telling me?” I asked.
“All the other guys are so hot looking except me. I keep thinking that they are toying with me when they give me a compliment,” he said.
“Remember, you are the guy I fell in love with. If you insist you aren’t hot, I guess it means my taste in men is in my ass. Please, Jesse, I want to watch and help you make love to Vlad and Ryan tonight. They want it to happen, Just like we did with the twins,” I said.
I massaged Jesse’s muscular legs watching him get harder and harder, and used my mouth to manipulate his foreskin. I heard him say “Scott, I love you” which was music to my ears. We kissed like the old days, and agreed that we should save it up for tonight. We went back to the cottage and Jesse had a nap to recharge for tonight.
**
Robb was making the spaghetti sauce and Vlad was making meat balls. They planned on dinner the Italian way, starting by filling up on the pasta, then serving the meat balls. A salad was planned too.
“Robb, If you are going to be fooling around with boiling water, at least put your shoes on,” so he went to the bedroom to get them. I followed, as Vlad turned up the tunes.
“They need to be replaced soon. Do they fit well?” I asked.
“They are marvy but two years old. I only have one pair and run them into the pavement,” he said.
“What size are they, and would you buy the same make again?”
“They are 8D and I’ve been wearing the same size for 4 years so I guess my foot will always fit in my mouth. My last pair was the same kind,” he said, after stuffing his smooth feet into his compression ankle socks and slipping into his runners. I thought of sucking his chlorine tasting feet, and smiled to myself.
“If everything is under control, I have some work to do. I won’t be far away,” I said.
After building a “ready for the match” fire in the fireplace, I put on my jeans and an old plaid long sleeve flannel shirt as I planned to work in the screen room.
“Is this masquerade night? Why are you dressed like a butch dyke? Vlad asked, while Robb laughed his head off.
“If I wanted to pull that look off, I’d need another 50 pounds, a pair of Birkenstocks and a cigarette hanging from my lip.”
Their laughter brought Brad out of the bedroom asking what was happening. After being told, and staring at me, he laughed too.
Previously, I checked out the Hauptwerk users group site and noticed a large discussion about “Organmaster” shoes, so I went to their online store and read up on them. They are designed exclusively for playing organ, have soft leather uppers, suede soles, and 1-1/4” heels for proper heel and toe playing with the feet. The higher heel allows the organist to play chords on the pedalboard, and the soft uppers allow the necessary feel to find your position without looking. Finally, the uppers slide easily against each other, while the sole slides on the pedalboard silently without marking it, like you were playing with socks. It’s important to get used to playing with shoes from the beginning, so I would order them now.
Their website was very helpful. I ordered Robb a pair of Oxfords, lace up black in 8 Medium which was equivalent to a C-D width but the shoes were a little roomier for the toes, but needed to be tight around the heels. I bought a pair for me too, in 9-1/2 Wide. They guaranteed a proper fit. If they didn’t fit right, send them back and they replace them as long as they are in like new condition. They come with round laces which I dislike so I also ordered two pair of flat laces, a suede sole brush, some special multi-wax shoe polish, two shoe horns, two pair of heal grips to custom fit the shoes if needed, polish applicator, shoe brush, and buffing clothes. I even bought some clear instant shine, as all the accessories were on sale. The shoes were only $60/pair. I expected $150. They also had a tote bag for shoes, water bottle, music and most importantly his Mac Book Pro laptop.
I was surprised that they also did a big business in sheet music, so being the control freak that I’ve been told I am, I made a selection of music that I liked and some that he would need at some point. With a wedding coming up, now was the right time. I ordered:
Wedding Service Music for Organ which included
R. Wagner - Bridal chorus (aka wedding march) which was secular, and not permitted in some churches and
Mendelssohn’s Wedding March.
A book called “At the organ with VIRGIL FOX” containing 29 pieces, complete with his markings, performance hints and registration
Little Organ Book by J. S. Bach, arranged by Flor Peeters
J. S. Bach - Complete Preludes and Fugues for organ
I could have gone wild, but there would be birthdays and Christmas gifts. I imagined Robb could swap music with his class mates and memorize it. I was over $60 already just for the music. Plus shipping and tax.
I phoned the twins and talked to Adam, as Aaron was at work.
“Did you get the drawings and email from Jeff regarding the work on Réjeanne’s house and what did you think of it?” I asked.
“It looks like a dream but is it workable from a money standpoint? How do we go about making it happen?” Adam asked.
The numbers work out well even allowing for cost overruns of 25%. I’ve come up with a few changes to improve the efficiency but I need Jeff to cost it out and see if it still makes sense. Change the regular gas water heater to an on-demand multi-stage condensing, power vented water heater, a geothermal heat pump and air to air heat recovery/fresh air supply to the furnace. Use Pex plastic piping throughout with separate lines to every plumbing fixture with a wall of shut-off valves for everything so if there is a leak, just turn off that fixture,” I said.
“Cool idea. I was thinking of a pull-out couch on the second floor in case relatives came from down east,” he said.
“It’s a good idea. Bryan, the designer that I used is involved with this project, and he will finalize the furnishings well in advance of move-in date. Did your mom and aunt look at the plans and what did they think?” I asked.
“Mom said it looks too good to be true and wondered about the financing.”
“Vlad and I are going to incorporate, and have discussed giving a mortgage to complete the work and possibly doing a minor upgrade on Marie’s house so she can get top dollar when she sells it. They need to talk to a lawyer to figure out exactly how it will work, but our mortgage will be at a much better rate than a bank or credit union, and you guys won’t have to borrow money against what Caul left you. It also won’t encumber Marie’s house so she can sell it free and clear of mortgages. I’ll talk to Jeff about timing. Tell me, how is Chris working out? If you can’t talk right now just say “not at this time”?” I asked.
“It’s okay, he drove back to Montréal this afternoon and is taking the train back on Sunday. We get along just great and Aaron likes his thick cock too, but he is dying to see Olivier beyond what we do on Facetime every day. He emailed some photos of his camping holiday this year and he is a hottie!” Adam said.
“The wedding plans are coming along great. We want you all to be here, and combine it with a beer bust and pig roast for the swim, gymnastics, and diving teams. Robb has switched from singing to organ so Vlad and I bought him a portable digital keyboard so he can play the Wedding March,” I said.
“Aaron is going with me to pick up some groceries tomorrow in the car. I wish we were with you at the cottage because I’m all alone, horny and hoping Aaron is too when he gets back from work. I hope the boat is everything you wished for,” he said.
“Give Aaron a hug and kiss for me, and call us anytime,” I said.
I phoned Jeff to tell him I loved the plans, and to see how the mansion was progressing.
“In two words, it’s not. The client keeps making changes so we told him that there is no point starting the project until everything is settled. That’s why I drew up reno plans for your cottage and for the twin’s mother’s house. We need to be working. Mega-house could be put on hold until the spring,” he said.
“I talked to Adam who talked to his mom who says it’s a dream home, and wondered if they really could do it. I assured him it’s workable, and that Vlad and I were going to form a business and could give them a mortgage on the property to pay the reno costs,” I said.
That’s promising. Are you interested in doing the upgrade on your cottage?” Jeff asked.
“My beautifully restored mahogany launch needs a boathouse. While we are at it, make it a four slip boathouse 24 ft x 40 ft. Where I get confused is whether to build a new cottage on top of the boathouse and keep the cottage as it is. I could rent it out or use it for really big weekend parties. Maybe we could build a small cottage in the attic of the boathouse,” I said.
“Give it some more thought. We can build anything you want,” he said.
Did your carpet guy get some carpet for the moveable platform which will get to the loft on Friday afternoon and needs to be carpeted then, because we have something big and heavy to be placed on it?” I asked.
“Yes, he has it and will be there. I’ll email you his phone number to follow up,” he said.
“Maybe you can help with one more thing. I bought an old pipe organ for Robb to use for practice. The platform is for the console but the pipe unit weighs about 700 pounds and needs to be on the balcony. Do you have a block and tackle to lift it up and over the wall around the balcony? It’s 7 or 8 feet long,” I asked.
“It might be easier to slide it up the stairs, but we will bring everything we need. Just don’t worry about it. We’ll get ‘er done. There’s plenty of manpower. You can try to get that house reno under way for us,” Jeff said.
It was getting dark out now so I turned on the outdoor lights. The smells from the kitchen made me hungry. Vlad was finished making meatballs and volunteered to help me put the cover on the launch.
“I talked to Jeff. His megahouse project seems to be stalled so I should call Réjeanne and try to get that one going. If we get away from here early Sunday morning, I can do that from the library. I can’t make up my mind about the cottage. The boathouse is essential and if we are building it anyway it would be fairly inexpensive to build in the attic space but it would be less space than we have now. Another option is to put a full 2nd storey on it perhaps with a loft in it. We could cantilever a deck at the front rather than have a flat roof. I’m afraid trying to retrofit and extend the old cottage might look like that’s what we did. I love the view from there but perhaps we should just leave it alone and tear it down some day and start over,” I said.
“Maybe if you did that, you could blast some of the rock away so a new one could be all on one level and look more ground hugging,” Vlad said.
“I like that idea. Maybe we should commit to the boathouse now and plan on a 1-1/2 storey which would look more “old Muskoka”. We would still have the other cottage to loan or rent out,” I said.
“This should keep the boat dry,” Vlad said as we finished putting the cover on it. “Now for a Scotch.”
To be continued ...
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After reading that Excellent chapter, I'm ready for a Scotch, too! Guess I'll just have to make do with the Brandy I have at hand! 
'Tis always Awesome to get back in touch with "Our Boys", as they are keeping in "Touch" with each other!
I'm liking all the plans cumming together with Scott and Vlad's "incorporation", all the house plans (I prefer the boathouse with the full second story and cantilevered deck.), the organ installation (and I'm talking about the musical instrument kind), and all the other wheels that have been set in motion.
Still a bit concerned about Jesse, though. I can understand his hesitation, and hope he'll be able to work past it.
THANK YOU! for this Adventure on SO many levels!!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
'Tis always Awesome to get back in touch with "Our Boys", as they are keeping in "Touch" with each other!
I'm liking all the plans cumming together with Scott and Vlad's "incorporation", all the house plans (I prefer the boathouse with the full second story and cantilevered deck.), the organ installation (and I'm talking about the musical instrument kind), and all the other wheels that have been set in motion.
Still a bit concerned about Jesse, though. I can understand his hesitation, and hope he'll be able to work past it.
THANK YOU! for this Adventure on SO many levels!!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
I think Scott Is SO looking forward to the organ, and his neighbours perhaps less so. He should buy a good pair of wireless headphones for whoever is practicing on it! It was a surprise that Ryan plays piano at a high level -- grade 7, Royal Conservatory of Music in Toronto. Robb has his grade 8 and will be writing his exam for Associate, Royal Conservatory, Toronto (ARCT). This organ is slightly larger than the cathedral organ the author played in NYC years ago. It's also about three times the size of the Casavant at Robb's church.After reading that Excellent chapter, I'm ready for a Scotch, too! Guess I'll just have to make do with the Brandy I have at hand!
'Tis always Awesome to get back in touch with "Our Boys", as they are keeping in "Touch" with each other!
I'm liking all the plans cumming together with Scott and Vlad's "incorporation", all the house plans (I prefer the boathouse with the full second story and cantilevered deck.), the organ installation (and I'm talking about the musical instrument kind), and all the other wheels that have been set in motion.
Still a bit concerned about Jesse, though. I can understand his hesitation, and hope he'll be able to work past it.
THANK YOU! for this Adventure on SO many levels!!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
Speaking of Robb, I was impressed how he used a non-directive interview technique on Jesse to force Jesse to keep talking and eventually, solving his own problem with jealousy. This was good because Scott was very upset with Jesse knocking him over. Hopefully, he'll never do that again.
Sheep, it was definitely worth the wait!! Wow, hot sex, great twists to our story, did I say hot sex! You are a gifted writer who twists the best tales! I hope jesse can get over his issues, I would hate to see him leave our secure boys! I am on the edge of my seat with anticipation for whats to come, or should i say cum!?!? Thanks for writing!
Sheep,
It's been a week of getting home late and too much to do/catch up on. I've wanted to get here and get caught up - but I knew I needed a block of uninterrupted time.
I just took it, and I'm glad I did. Emotions are a bit frayed as their group interdynamics are shifting as school(s) require changes to the status quo.
I hope they truly can get past the anxiety and jealousy - they make such a beautiful family of frer jacques.
Great chapter - you bring so much detail into the story it helps us see and feel the happenings.
It's been a week of getting home late and too much to do/catch up on. I've wanted to get here and get caught up - but I knew I needed a block of uninterrupted time.
I just took it, and I'm glad I did. Emotions are a bit frayed as their group interdynamics are shifting as school(s) require changes to the status quo.
I hope they truly can get past the anxiety and jealousy - they make such a beautiful family of frer jacques.
Great chapter - you bring so much detail into the story it helps us see and feel the happenings.
Chapter eighty
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Previously:
“Maybe if you did that, you could blast some of the rock away so a new one could be all on one level and look more ground hugging,” Vlad said.
“I like that idea. Maybe we should commit to the boathouse now and plan on a 1-1/2 storey which would look more “old Muskoka”. We would still have the other cottage to loan or rent out,” I said.
“This should keep the boat dry,” Vlad said as we finished putting the cover on it. “Now for a Scotch.”
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The cottage was very quiet for a Friday night. Ryan was napping with Jesse. They shared a bed but didn’t do what I would have. Danny and Brad cuddled but were recharging for the games tonight. Vlad got us a scotch which I correctly identified as an Islay single malt because of its smoky and peaty flavour. We were dressed warmly and stayed in the screen room which was approximately the same temperature as a house in Aberdeen, Scotland in February anywhere except in front of the fireplace.
“For sure it’s an Islay. I think it’s Ardbeg or Laphroaig.”
I rolled it around my tongue again.
“Not Laphroaig, definitely Ardbeg and a younger one at that. My guess is ten year old,” I said.
Vlad laughed out loud, ran into the cottage and emerged with the bottle of Ardbeg ten year.
“Well, I’m impressed, Scott. You could get a job in a distillery, Vlad said.
“Ach nooo! I dinnae have the legs for a kilt laddie,” I said.
“Your legs are fine when they are wrapped around me, so do you
like this Scotch?” Vlad asked.
“It warms the heartles of my cock, oops I mean it warms the cockles of my heart, but it’s medicinal tasting,” I said to Vlad who was rolling on the floor laughing.
“Wow, It’s like someone turned up my throat’s thermostat,” Vlad said.
We were joined by Robb, curious about the laughter and I offered him a taste.
“It tastes awful but I imagine it works. I should gargle with it,” he said.
“Can I get you something else? Red wine, rum and Coke, beer, or a glass of milk for your ulcer?” I asked.
“A rum sounds good but I’ll get my own so you don’t pour a really strong one, get me drunk, and take advantage of my body,” he said with his characteristic wink.
“I can’t wait for Friday to see the look on his face when the “keyboard” arrives,” Vlad said.
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“I want to propose a toast to two of my favourite guys: Scott and Vlad.”
“I’ll drink to that Robb. To the cute boy who made me jerk off when I got home after every practice. And to think we came close to not becoming loft-mates. You are going to work very hard this year, what with swimming, learning organ with the goal of going on to get your Masters in Organ Performance, learning how to teach, and I expect you to be at the head of your class, I want that for all of us. Are you nervous about anything?” I asked.
“Last year I was totally focused on swimming, and in fact I lost 18 seconds on the swim fast plan.”
I know, Robb, you are awesome in the pool but what are you going to do for an encore this year?” I asked, just as what he said sunk in. I giggled as I pulled him to me, giving him a big “guy” hug.
“I’m nervous about the pedalboard. How long did it take you to master it?” Robb asked.
“I never mastered it but I can give you some pointers to save you grief as you progress. Don’t hate on me for this but practicing scales is important. The major action comes from moving the ankles. It makes pedaling more efficient. The most important thing I learned started out as an exercise on how to play the C Major scale, legato, with the pedals on the organ. If it was the first thing I learned, I would have progressed much faster. Do you want me to run through it?” I asked.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I was seated at an organ with a pedalboard?” Robb asked.
“Yeah, it would, but we can start tonight playing “air” organ. I used to play scales on the steering wheel when I was gridlocked in traffic. Okay, sit on the centre of the bench with toes just touching B flat and C sharp with feet, heels, and knees fairly close together, well as close as your nuts will allow. That’s your starting position to find where your feet are. You should wear shoes with a thick heel. With feet lightly touching the pedals, press from the ankles.
Prepare where your feet should be, in advance. Have your right foot over A. Press C with the toe of your left foot while your left heel is covering D. Press D with left heel while swinging left foot so toe is over E. Press E while moving heel over F. Press heel on F while swinging toe over G. At this point both shoes should be touching. Press G with left toe. Since you prepared ahead, your right foot is covering A. Press A with the toe of your right foot.
Next comes a tricky little maneuvre. With A pressed with right toe, swing both heels up so that the right heal is over C and left heel is over B. Press B with left heel, then press C with right heel. Your feet are positioned to play the descending scale now. To play legato, hold a note down until the next pedal is pressed, holding the first one momentarily, then release the first pedal so that there is a brief overlap. C major is an easy one but really, they are all played using the same principle. The trick is to work out in advance what toe or heel will be used for the upcoming pedals, the same way you substitute fingers or shift fingers on the keyboards to play legato. This might be new for you, coming from playing piano. Just remember, they aren’t the same instrument. Sit beside me and we can do the exercise together in a minute,” I said, after asking Vlad for another splash of Scotch.
Substituting the daybed for the organ bench, we ran through the scale from C to shining C a few times. If anyone walked in while we played “air” organ, they would think we’d lost it.
“If you ever watched a good organist playing Bach’s Passacaglia & Fugue in C minor, particularly near the end of the fugue, you’ll realize that if you don’t have a plan, your legs are going to get tied up like pretzels. A Passacaglia is a musical composition consisting of variations usually on a ground bass in moderately slow triple time. Watch and listen to Xavér Varnus, the famous Hungarian born Canadian concert organist.
The more you practice, the stronger your ankles become,” I said, as Robb bent over to tie his shoe lace and Vlad gave me a devilish grin.
It was getting cold for us except for Vlad wearing his long navy blue melton cloth pea-coat so we moved inside where I lit the fireplace. Ryan was the first to emerge from the bedroom.
“I thought I smelled smoke. Guess you didn’t warm up the chimney before you lit the fire. Dad always drilled that into me saying the chimney won’t draw if it’s cold or damp, so make a torch out of some twisted newspaper, light it and stick it up the chimney,” he said.
“I always forget. I should make a sign to hang on the flue damper. Did you get rested for the orgy tonight?”
“I got rested up to make love to my husband-to-be. If he wants his business partner standing by to take notes, I’ll do him too,” Ryan chuckled.
“Mate, Scott wants to watch me making love to Vlad so I guess you’re stuck with Scott,” Jesse said, as he joined the party.
“Watch it, sucker. The only acceptable way to use “stuck” and “Scott” in the same sentence would be, “Scott’s orgasm was so huge that we became stuck on each other,” I offered, to the guffaws of our gang.
“Jesse, you must be thirsty after all that loud snoring. We had to move outside to be heard over the racket. Can I get you a beer, babes?”
“Ryan, he’s having me on, isn’t he? I’ve never heard myself snore,” Jesse said.
“I’ll record it for you if you will make the drinks,” Ryan said.
“Jesse, I think the way it was left was that Vlad and Ryan were going to join in our lovemaking tonight for some double penetration,” I said.
Laughter came from the other bedroom. Two spectacular boys ran into the bathroom, nude. The shower started.
“I guess they were about to be stuck together and decided on remedial measures,” I said, covering Mr. Thick with my hand as my filthy mind took me back to the day Danny screwed me.
Jesse made the drinks and served them, even going to the shower to take orders from Danny and Brad. Robb gave the sauce a good stir releasing the fine aroma, and prepared the garlic toast to pop in the oven when we were getting close to meal time. Jesse helped me bring up more firewood. As much as I loved the fireplace, if we rebuild, an airtight stove would make more sense because the wood is more efficiently burned, a catalytic converter in the chimney re-burns the gasses, there’s little ash, and it can be loaded up and burn for ten hours or so. It can even be installed with a combustion air intake so the unit isn’t sucking air from around windows and doors. Vlad brought his laptop in and hooked it into his radio, filling the cottage with music, helping us mellow out. Naturally the drinks did a good job of that. The fact that Jesse made them bottomless helped even more.
Eventually Danny and Brad got dressed and joined the party. Moments later, the unmistakable sound of the old boat was heard above the din. Robb and I went down to the dock to escort James to the party. As we tied up the boat, he grabbed his case of beer and we all climbed the stairs to the cottage. A light drizzle started.
“How was work James?” I asked.
“Busy. A contractor rented our big barge to take building materials down the lake for a cottage he was rebuilding. We keep it on the bottom of the lake when it’s not in use. That keeps everything wet which swells up the wooden planks so it doesn’t leak. My job was to pump it dry and put the outboard motor back on it,” he said.
James opened a beer for himself and chugged most of it.
“Is he a good contractor because I need a boathouse built?” I asked.
“He is local and builds some really nice places. His son was in my class in high school and is working with his dad along with the rest of his crew. I can get you their card, but why wouldn’t you use the guys who worked on the loft?”
“I’d like to, but they might be doing a major renovation on the twins’ mother’s house, so I need a backup plan. I know your dad said that he would store the launch in the showroom, but it would be nice to have the boathouse ready in the spring,” I said.
“Come to the table youze guys,” Robb said.
“You’re serving food and all of a sudden you talk like a waitress,” I said, as I rolled my eyes.
Jesse opened two bottles of wine and poured some for everyone.
We started with spaghetti and tomato sauce with garlic toast on the side.
“How come there isn’t any meat in it?” James asked.
“This is the Italian way. Fill up on pasta and then the meat balls are served. Notice the pasta is cooked al dente or still firm? In North America we tend to boil the crap out of the noodles until they turn into wallpaper paste,” I said.
“Mom still breaks it into short pieces and cooks it in the slow cooker overnight. That’s how dad likes his Italian food. He calls it eye-talian,” James chuckled.
Vlad stepped into the kitchen and dished out the meat balls into a large bowl, covered liberally with seasoned tomato sauce.
“Oh wow, they’re huge. Did you put these on some growth hormone?” Danny asked.
“What’s the matter? You always liked chewing on my big balls,” Brad said.
“There you have it. If we run out, Brad has offered his balls,” I said.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t turn it into a ball size competition” Jesse added.
“Watch it sucker. I might slather your balls with tomato sauce after it cools somewhat,” I said.
Robb’s balls were tender and yummy and were very tasty, as were the meat balls. Jesse and Danny cleared the table and took care of the dirty dishes while the rest of us sat in the living room. The rain was no longer a drizzle; it was coming down in sheets like last night. I got my laptop from the screen room and sat on a chair and looked for the music for Passacaglia & Fugue, found it, and downloaded the pdf.
“Robb, look at what I found for you. This is pretty difficult. Tell me what you think?” I asked.
Bambi came over and sat on the arm of the chair, balancing himself with his arm on the chair’s back. We scrolled through it.
“It would be better if I emailed it to you and I’ll get a performance of it so that you can hear it and see it at the same time. Actually I have the video in iTunes. You guys don’t mind if Robb gets his first organ lesson? It’s only fifteen minutes or so?” I asked, although it sounded more like a statement.
I mostly got eyes rolling. Robb got his laptop and we moved to the sofa where we could see both screens. I told Robb I just wanted the first few pages of the Passacaglia, then skip to page 11 where the fugue theme starts. He got the music up on screen and I cued the video and plugged the audio out into Vlad’s boom-box, then we started. It starts slowly and Robb followed along with his finger on the score. When we got to page 4, I stopped the video.
“Was Bach a mathematician too? It’s really complex how he starts with a theme, then inverts it, plays it double speed or half speed, moves it to the pedals, and somehow everything works out on the last note. My uncle had a few CD’s like that and it really grew on me after awhile,” Vlad said.
“Bach appeals to my brain more than any other composer. That was 4 pages. The fugue is 10 and is really wild. If you are interested, sit here and watch or follow along if you read music,” I said.
When Vlad arrived we were ready to go. Soon enough, Robb started humming the theme which was fine until it went off in different directions, so we just watched Xavér Varnus play.
“I see what you meant about planning the footwork in advance. That’s unbelievable! Do you honestly expect me to be playing it this year?” Robb asked.
“You would be doing well if you could play it next year. By then I might be able to turn pages for you,” I said.
We let it play to the end and we were very excited, including Ryan, who squeezed in part way through.
“I told you I get horny when I play but I was surprised I got hard just watching and listening,” Robb said.
“Same thing happens to me,” Ryan said.
I slipped my hand in Robb’s underwear finding him rock hard. He returned the favour, discovering that I was affected the same way. Vlad grabbed both of our hands and guided them to his package in its tumescent state.
“I saw a piano at your house, Ryan. Do you play?” Vlad asked.
“Sure do. I had lessons for years so the ‘rents bought me a used Heintzman baby grand. It’s over 100 years old but was rebuilt before we got it. It plays and sounds terrific in our two storey foyer. I just don’t know when I’ll get up to practice now with university starting in a few days. Maybe Sundays could work,” he said.
“I have a keyboard coming in a week or so. You’re welcome to use it,” Robb said.
Rational thought disappeared as we got worked up with all the grabbing going on. It was an open invitation to feel up Ryan whose muscular body combined with his crystal blue eyes turned me into a great big pile o’ hormones. Danny, Brad, James, and my lover Jesse had their own game of grabbies happening on the other side of the room.
“Fuck, this is so hot. I’m going to turn up the heat and throw another faggot on the fire so it’ll be too hot to have any clothes on,” I said.
I’ll be your faggot,” Brad volunteered.
I walked over and hugged and kissed Danny, James, and Jesse.
“Help me strip his clothes off and give him a good spanking, boys. I don’t want to strain my back with all the added weight.”
Once we got Brad naked, Jesse did the same to me, and James stripped Danny. Clothes were flying everywhere. I managed to pick up our gymnast upside down so his dick slipped into my mouth and he gave me head. Danny was a lucky boy to have landed this perfect, fit specimen. A trickle of very sweet precum flooded my taste buds making me give the same, as I played with his buns of steel.
“Now it’s your turn, Danny.”
We did the “rock, scissors, paper” routine and James won Danny who was a little heavier but James was a tough guy, being a hockey player, and managed to spin Danny around like a baton twirler. That’s when I laid on Jesse and squirmed as we probed each other’s mouths with our tongues. More squirming allowed me to give him a good ass massage while we ground together.
“Don’t move, mate!”
“What’s wrong, babes?” I asked.
“I’m so horny I’m gonna nut but I want to save it for tonight,” Jesse said.
Eventually we separated, got up, and took Vlad and Ryan into the master bedroom. Vlad was attracted to Jesse’s big muscular ass and didn’t waste much time before massaging it and stimulated his hole using his thumbs. Jesse was moaning so Vlad performed anulingus on my boy. Ryan and I took our time because the plan was to eventually double penetrate Vlad. He wanted the two guys he loved so much to be rubbing their cocks together inside him, and to experience and share their orgasm. Every couple of minutes we switched things up so we got to experience the physical act of love making, as well as the visual excitement of watching our lovers getting and giving a good pounding.
“Who wants to join in the fun?” I called out.
It seems that Robb and James didn’t need any coaxing. On seeing Vlad’s cute butt sticking up in the air, Robb figured it was ass munching time. Lucky Vlad, because nobody rimmed better than Robb. James was as intrigued with Ryan’s penis verticalis as I was, and Ryan was absolutely queer for uncut. I figured the best way to a man’s heart was through his hole, tongue first. I said it before, but I’m crazy for Ryan. On looks alone, he’d be a 10, but he got additional points for having a perfect swimmer’s body, and being a sweet, caring fiancé to Vlad who needed his love to beat cancer. Oh yes, and he plays keyboard too. What a shock he’ll get when I pull the Steinway concert grand piano stop on the organ. I hadn’t figured out how to do it but I wanted to be triple fucked by Jesse, Vlad, and Ryan. I’d take it for the team.
The uncut to cut ratio took a hit with Aaron moved to Ottawa with uncut Chris and soon to be uncut Olivier. Unfortunately Dino’s delightful smooth normally covered head didn’t spend enough time at the loft nor did Jeff’s huge, thick 9-1/2 inches of au naturel because the construction work was completed. David, the Asian boy who moved to The States for college took his unmodified cock with him. I missed Raph’s cock but not his attitude, and finally there was Kevin, the Scottish lad who worked with Adam at the bank and showed up to pick up the keys to the twin’s condo after we talked him into a soak in the whirlpool. I’d love to do him again, but Jesse threatened to go back to Australia if he ever showed up. Most of all, I missed Aaron.
I was yanked out of this pleasant review of all the foreskins I loved by Ryan’s urgent moaning with 8-3/4” of uncut heaven flooding his mouth with a batch of James’ best. I took over Ryan’s torpedo as James came down from his orgasm. I didn’t deduct any points for the lack of a foreskin. It’s like someone turned the “Nice” control to eleven. Ryan and I took it really slowly because we wanted to make it last. After sixty-nining for awhile and both getting some large samples of honey dew from each other, I had to fuck Ryan, but I lubed him well, before ramming Mr. Thick inside him. The urgent moans were a definite turn on, as were his legs resting over my shoulders so I could get in all the way. The visual stimulation of watching young Vlad boinking Jesse had my tongue penetrating Ryan’s mouthful of perfect white teeth. While my sex overloaded mind tried to create the perfect fantasy involving Danny and Brad, they entered the room.
“Suck this,” Danny said, after forcing his rock hard boner between our lips.
Brad did the same to Vlad and Jesse. When Danny needed a time out to keep from cumming, Danny rimmed me and asked Brad to lube my ass. He managed to feed his curvy cock inside me and fucked me hard for a few minutes, turning me on in a major way, then blowing very big until my gauge indicated “full;” then he spent another minute pounding it in as far as possible. I felt all tingly all over as he pulled out and ate his cream-pie, then shared it with me and Ryan.
I was at the stage where I would have loved to just kill the lights and snuggle with Ryan and Brad, but little Danny came over and thanked Brad for performing the lube job on me and he slammed his ten inches, made for small cattle, into me until it tickled my stomach. He felt like a heavy duty professional grade jackhammer but, just like I remembered it from the first time, I bloody well loved being his bottom boy even though I was more of a top myself. I mentally conceded Danny was perfect for the job. He kept at it, going slow then speeding up, and taking me to my happy place.
“Danny, I want Vlad and Ryan to DP me. I wouldn’t have asked you to stop except it’s really important that we do it to replace the stress with love. You can finish me off with anyone you chose, like Jesse or....”
“Me,” Robb said, on entering.
Danny looked at me as if waiting for a reply.
“I can’t make the decision. I want it from all of you, two at a time until the cum is gushing all over the room. Make sure I clean your cocks when you are done. Just ask Jesse if he wants to start it or finish it,” I said.
It was like someone threw a goldfish in the piranha tank.
Jesse started the depravity with Vlad, making me feel wonderful. Ryan replaced Jesse for awhile. Danny snagged Brad to be his cumming mate. Talk about that too full feeling. Robb and James brought up the rear, unusual because they were my first. They were comfortable like an old pair of runners.
“I want to shoot directly into your mouth, Scott,” Robb said.
“Permission granted.”
“Come here, Danny,” James said. “Let’s make Scott really happy.”
As usual, Danny always had a reserve supply of ball juice, but he fucked me very slow, stimulating every nerve ending in my entire body.
“Remember Scott, I want you to screw me very hard. I’ve been a bad boy. You need to teach me a lesson I’ll never forget,” Jesse said.
“Come along Danny. We have our work cut out. First we need to spank Jesse’s perfect ass until it’s scarlet,” I said.
We started off slowly with the spanking. Jesse’s rump was looking like an uncooked roast, so I rubbed some Aloe Vera into the tender flesh. And then we DP’d him. I was so sensitive, It only took a couple of minutes for me to shoot. Jesse’s cries of pain were a real turn-on. We both came on Jesse’s cheeks and rubbed that on too, but Vlad and Ryan licked it off.
We all lay there for a few minutes with angel faces. We were so happy that the tension seemed to be gone, hopefully for good.
“Guys, is everyone cool with Vlad, Ryan, Jesse, and me sleeping in this king size bed and you guys can share the queen in the guest room? We are feeling very close right now, and need each other. If you hear a bear in the night, you can lock the doors and climb in bed with us. We are your family,” I said.
We really needed to be at the loft where we could all be together. We were needy that night. Vlad and I got up to put more wood on the fire and clean up the glasses. Then we got Ryan and Jesse and took them into the shower and washed each other down, dried someone, and brushed our teeth. We straightened out the bed and placed the top sheet over the bottom which was a wee bit saturated. Then we went into the other bedroom and gave everybody a goodnight kiss. We were in a state of bliss, and held hands with one another, the feeling of love connecting us.
I was still bummed at Jesse knocking me over. I wanted to get over it, to move on, but that scenario was proving hard to let go.
to be continued ...
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Previously:
“Maybe if you did that, you could blast some of the rock away so a new one could be all on one level and look more ground hugging,” Vlad said.
“I like that idea. Maybe we should commit to the boathouse now and plan on a 1-1/2 storey which would look more “old Muskoka”. We would still have the other cottage to loan or rent out,” I said.
“This should keep the boat dry,” Vlad said as we finished putting the cover on it. “Now for a Scotch.”
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The cottage was very quiet for a Friday night. Ryan was napping with Jesse. They shared a bed but didn’t do what I would have. Danny and Brad cuddled but were recharging for the games tonight. Vlad got us a scotch which I correctly identified as an Islay single malt because of its smoky and peaty flavour. We were dressed warmly and stayed in the screen room which was approximately the same temperature as a house in Aberdeen, Scotland in February anywhere except in front of the fireplace.
“For sure it’s an Islay. I think it’s Ardbeg or Laphroaig.”
I rolled it around my tongue again.
“Not Laphroaig, definitely Ardbeg and a younger one at that. My guess is ten year old,” I said.
Vlad laughed out loud, ran into the cottage and emerged with the bottle of Ardbeg ten year.
“Well, I’m impressed, Scott. You could get a job in a distillery, Vlad said.
“Ach nooo! I dinnae have the legs for a kilt laddie,” I said.
“Your legs are fine when they are wrapped around me, so do you
like this Scotch?” Vlad asked.
“It warms the heartles of my cock, oops I mean it warms the cockles of my heart, but it’s medicinal tasting,” I said to Vlad who was rolling on the floor laughing.
“Wow, It’s like someone turned up my throat’s thermostat,” Vlad said.
We were joined by Robb, curious about the laughter and I offered him a taste.
“It tastes awful but I imagine it works. I should gargle with it,” he said.
“Can I get you something else? Red wine, rum and Coke, beer, or a glass of milk for your ulcer?” I asked.
“A rum sounds good but I’ll get my own so you don’t pour a really strong one, get me drunk, and take advantage of my body,” he said with his characteristic wink.
“I can’t wait for Friday to see the look on his face when the “keyboard” arrives,” Vlad said.
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“I want to propose a toast to two of my favourite guys: Scott and Vlad.”
“I’ll drink to that Robb. To the cute boy who made me jerk off when I got home after every practice. And to think we came close to not becoming loft-mates. You are going to work very hard this year, what with swimming, learning organ with the goal of going on to get your Masters in Organ Performance, learning how to teach, and I expect you to be at the head of your class, I want that for all of us. Are you nervous about anything?” I asked.
“Last year I was totally focused on swimming, and in fact I lost 18 seconds on the swim fast plan.”
I know, Robb, you are awesome in the pool but what are you going to do for an encore this year?” I asked, just as what he said sunk in. I giggled as I pulled him to me, giving him a big “guy” hug.
“I’m nervous about the pedalboard. How long did it take you to master it?” Robb asked.
“I never mastered it but I can give you some pointers to save you grief as you progress. Don’t hate on me for this but practicing scales is important. The major action comes from moving the ankles. It makes pedaling more efficient. The most important thing I learned started out as an exercise on how to play the C Major scale, legato, with the pedals on the organ. If it was the first thing I learned, I would have progressed much faster. Do you want me to run through it?” I asked.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I was seated at an organ with a pedalboard?” Robb asked.
“Yeah, it would, but we can start tonight playing “air” organ. I used to play scales on the steering wheel when I was gridlocked in traffic. Okay, sit on the centre of the bench with toes just touching B flat and C sharp with feet, heels, and knees fairly close together, well as close as your nuts will allow. That’s your starting position to find where your feet are. You should wear shoes with a thick heel. With feet lightly touching the pedals, press from the ankles.
Prepare where your feet should be, in advance. Have your right foot over A. Press C with the toe of your left foot while your left heel is covering D. Press D with left heel while swinging left foot so toe is over E. Press E while moving heel over F. Press heel on F while swinging toe over G. At this point both shoes should be touching. Press G with left toe. Since you prepared ahead, your right foot is covering A. Press A with the toe of your right foot.
Next comes a tricky little maneuvre. With A pressed with right toe, swing both heels up so that the right heal is over C and left heel is over B. Press B with left heel, then press C with right heel. Your feet are positioned to play the descending scale now. To play legato, hold a note down until the next pedal is pressed, holding the first one momentarily, then release the first pedal so that there is a brief overlap. C major is an easy one but really, they are all played using the same principle. The trick is to work out in advance what toe or heel will be used for the upcoming pedals, the same way you substitute fingers or shift fingers on the keyboards to play legato. This might be new for you, coming from playing piano. Just remember, they aren’t the same instrument. Sit beside me and we can do the exercise together in a minute,” I said, after asking Vlad for another splash of Scotch.
Substituting the daybed for the organ bench, we ran through the scale from C to shining C a few times. If anyone walked in while we played “air” organ, they would think we’d lost it.
“If you ever watched a good organist playing Bach’s Passacaglia & Fugue in C minor, particularly near the end of the fugue, you’ll realize that if you don’t have a plan, your legs are going to get tied up like pretzels. A Passacaglia is a musical composition consisting of variations usually on a ground bass in moderately slow triple time. Watch and listen to Xavér Varnus, the famous Hungarian born Canadian concert organist.
It was getting cold for us except for Vlad wearing his long navy blue melton cloth pea-coat so we moved inside where I lit the fireplace. Ryan was the first to emerge from the bedroom.
“I thought I smelled smoke. Guess you didn’t warm up the chimney before you lit the fire. Dad always drilled that into me saying the chimney won’t draw if it’s cold or damp, so make a torch out of some twisted newspaper, light it and stick it up the chimney,” he said.
“I always forget. I should make a sign to hang on the flue damper. Did you get rested for the orgy tonight?”
“I got rested up to make love to my husband-to-be. If he wants his business partner standing by to take notes, I’ll do him too,” Ryan chuckled.
“Mate, Scott wants to watch me making love to Vlad so I guess you’re stuck with Scott,” Jesse said, as he joined the party.
“Watch it, sucker. The only acceptable way to use “stuck” and “Scott” in the same sentence would be, “Scott’s orgasm was so huge that we became stuck on each other,” I offered, to the guffaws of our gang.
“Jesse, you must be thirsty after all that loud snoring. We had to move outside to be heard over the racket. Can I get you a beer, babes?”
“Ryan, he’s having me on, isn’t he? I’ve never heard myself snore,” Jesse said.
“I’ll record it for you if you will make the drinks,” Ryan said.
“Jesse, I think the way it was left was that Vlad and Ryan were going to join in our lovemaking tonight for some double penetration,” I said.
Laughter came from the other bedroom. Two spectacular boys ran into the bathroom, nude. The shower started.
“I guess they were about to be stuck together and decided on remedial measures,” I said, covering Mr. Thick with my hand as my filthy mind took me back to the day Danny screwed me.
Jesse made the drinks and served them, even going to the shower to take orders from Danny and Brad. Robb gave the sauce a good stir releasing the fine aroma, and prepared the garlic toast to pop in the oven when we were getting close to meal time. Jesse helped me bring up more firewood. As much as I loved the fireplace, if we rebuild, an airtight stove would make more sense because the wood is more efficiently burned, a catalytic converter in the chimney re-burns the gasses, there’s little ash, and it can be loaded up and burn for ten hours or so. It can even be installed with a combustion air intake so the unit isn’t sucking air from around windows and doors. Vlad brought his laptop in and hooked it into his radio, filling the cottage with music, helping us mellow out. Naturally the drinks did a good job of that. The fact that Jesse made them bottomless helped even more.
Eventually Danny and Brad got dressed and joined the party. Moments later, the unmistakable sound of the old boat was heard above the din. Robb and I went down to the dock to escort James to the party. As we tied up the boat, he grabbed his case of beer and we all climbed the stairs to the cottage. A light drizzle started.
“How was work James?” I asked.
“Busy. A contractor rented our big barge to take building materials down the lake for a cottage he was rebuilding. We keep it on the bottom of the lake when it’s not in use. That keeps everything wet which swells up the wooden planks so it doesn’t leak. My job was to pump it dry and put the outboard motor back on it,” he said.
James opened a beer for himself and chugged most of it.
“Is he a good contractor because I need a boathouse built?” I asked.
“He is local and builds some really nice places. His son was in my class in high school and is working with his dad along with the rest of his crew. I can get you their card, but why wouldn’t you use the guys who worked on the loft?”
“I’d like to, but they might be doing a major renovation on the twins’ mother’s house, so I need a backup plan. I know your dad said that he would store the launch in the showroom, but it would be nice to have the boathouse ready in the spring,” I said.
“Come to the table youze guys,” Robb said.
“You’re serving food and all of a sudden you talk like a waitress,” I said, as I rolled my eyes.
Jesse opened two bottles of wine and poured some for everyone.
We started with spaghetti and tomato sauce with garlic toast on the side.
“How come there isn’t any meat in it?” James asked.
“This is the Italian way. Fill up on pasta and then the meat balls are served. Notice the pasta is cooked al dente or still firm? In North America we tend to boil the crap out of the noodles until they turn into wallpaper paste,” I said.
“Mom still breaks it into short pieces and cooks it in the slow cooker overnight. That’s how dad likes his Italian food. He calls it eye-talian,” James chuckled.
Vlad stepped into the kitchen and dished out the meat balls into a large bowl, covered liberally with seasoned tomato sauce.
“Oh wow, they’re huge. Did you put these on some growth hormone?” Danny asked.
“What’s the matter? You always liked chewing on my big balls,” Brad said.
“There you have it. If we run out, Brad has offered his balls,” I said.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t turn it into a ball size competition” Jesse added.
“Watch it sucker. I might slather your balls with tomato sauce after it cools somewhat,” I said.
Robb’s balls were tender and yummy and were very tasty, as were the meat balls. Jesse and Danny cleared the table and took care of the dirty dishes while the rest of us sat in the living room. The rain was no longer a drizzle; it was coming down in sheets like last night. I got my laptop from the screen room and sat on a chair and looked for the music for Passacaglia & Fugue, found it, and downloaded the pdf.
“Robb, look at what I found for you. This is pretty difficult. Tell me what you think?” I asked.
Bambi came over and sat on the arm of the chair, balancing himself with his arm on the chair’s back. We scrolled through it.
“It would be better if I emailed it to you and I’ll get a performance of it so that you can hear it and see it at the same time. Actually I have the video in iTunes. You guys don’t mind if Robb gets his first organ lesson? It’s only fifteen minutes or so?” I asked, although it sounded more like a statement.
I mostly got eyes rolling. Robb got his laptop and we moved to the sofa where we could see both screens. I told Robb I just wanted the first few pages of the Passacaglia, then skip to page 11 where the fugue theme starts. He got the music up on screen and I cued the video and plugged the audio out into Vlad’s boom-box, then we started. It starts slowly and Robb followed along with his finger on the score. When we got to page 4, I stopped the video.
“Was Bach a mathematician too? It’s really complex how he starts with a theme, then inverts it, plays it double speed or half speed, moves it to the pedals, and somehow everything works out on the last note. My uncle had a few CD’s like that and it really grew on me after awhile,” Vlad said.
“Bach appeals to my brain more than any other composer. That was 4 pages. The fugue is 10 and is really wild. If you are interested, sit here and watch or follow along if you read music,” I said.
When Vlad arrived we were ready to go. Soon enough, Robb started humming the theme which was fine until it went off in different directions, so we just watched Xavér Varnus play.
“I see what you meant about planning the footwork in advance. That’s unbelievable! Do you honestly expect me to be playing it this year?” Robb asked.
“You would be doing well if you could play it next year. By then I might be able to turn pages for you,” I said.
We let it play to the end and we were very excited, including Ryan, who squeezed in part way through.
“I told you I get horny when I play but I was surprised I got hard just watching and listening,” Robb said.
“Same thing happens to me,” Ryan said.
I slipped my hand in Robb’s underwear finding him rock hard. He returned the favour, discovering that I was affected the same way. Vlad grabbed both of our hands and guided them to his package in its tumescent state.
“I saw a piano at your house, Ryan. Do you play?” Vlad asked.
“Sure do. I had lessons for years so the ‘rents bought me a used Heintzman baby grand. It’s over 100 years old but was rebuilt before we got it. It plays and sounds terrific in our two storey foyer. I just don’t know when I’ll get up to practice now with university starting in a few days. Maybe Sundays could work,” he said.
“I have a keyboard coming in a week or so. You’re welcome to use it,” Robb said.
Rational thought disappeared as we got worked up with all the grabbing going on. It was an open invitation to feel up Ryan whose muscular body combined with his crystal blue eyes turned me into a great big pile o’ hormones. Danny, Brad, James, and my lover Jesse had their own game of grabbies happening on the other side of the room.
“Fuck, this is so hot. I’m going to turn up the heat and throw another faggot on the fire so it’ll be too hot to have any clothes on,” I said.
I’ll be your faggot,” Brad volunteered.
I walked over and hugged and kissed Danny, James, and Jesse.
“Help me strip his clothes off and give him a good spanking, boys. I don’t want to strain my back with all the added weight.”
Once we got Brad naked, Jesse did the same to me, and James stripped Danny. Clothes were flying everywhere. I managed to pick up our gymnast upside down so his dick slipped into my mouth and he gave me head. Danny was a lucky boy to have landed this perfect, fit specimen. A trickle of very sweet precum flooded my taste buds making me give the same, as I played with his buns of steel.
“Now it’s your turn, Danny.”
We did the “rock, scissors, paper” routine and James won Danny who was a little heavier but James was a tough guy, being a hockey player, and managed to spin Danny around like a baton twirler. That’s when I laid on Jesse and squirmed as we probed each other’s mouths with our tongues. More squirming allowed me to give him a good ass massage while we ground together.
“Don’t move, mate!”
“What’s wrong, babes?” I asked.
“I’m so horny I’m gonna nut but I want to save it for tonight,” Jesse said.
Eventually we separated, got up, and took Vlad and Ryan into the master bedroom. Vlad was attracted to Jesse’s big muscular ass and didn’t waste much time before massaging it and stimulated his hole using his thumbs. Jesse was moaning so Vlad performed anulingus on my boy. Ryan and I took our time because the plan was to eventually double penetrate Vlad. He wanted the two guys he loved so much to be rubbing their cocks together inside him, and to experience and share their orgasm. Every couple of minutes we switched things up so we got to experience the physical act of love making, as well as the visual excitement of watching our lovers getting and giving a good pounding.
“Who wants to join in the fun?” I called out.
It seems that Robb and James didn’t need any coaxing. On seeing Vlad’s cute butt sticking up in the air, Robb figured it was ass munching time. Lucky Vlad, because nobody rimmed better than Robb. James was as intrigued with Ryan’s penis verticalis as I was, and Ryan was absolutely queer for uncut. I figured the best way to a man’s heart was through his hole, tongue first. I said it before, but I’m crazy for Ryan. On looks alone, he’d be a 10, but he got additional points for having a perfect swimmer’s body, and being a sweet, caring fiancé to Vlad who needed his love to beat cancer. Oh yes, and he plays keyboard too. What a shock he’ll get when I pull the Steinway concert grand piano stop on the organ. I hadn’t figured out how to do it but I wanted to be triple fucked by Jesse, Vlad, and Ryan. I’d take it for the team.
The uncut to cut ratio took a hit with Aaron moved to Ottawa with uncut Chris and soon to be uncut Olivier. Unfortunately Dino’s delightful smooth normally covered head didn’t spend enough time at the loft nor did Jeff’s huge, thick 9-1/2 inches of au naturel because the construction work was completed. David, the Asian boy who moved to The States for college took his unmodified cock with him. I missed Raph’s cock but not his attitude, and finally there was Kevin, the Scottish lad who worked with Adam at the bank and showed up to pick up the keys to the twin’s condo after we talked him into a soak in the whirlpool. I’d love to do him again, but Jesse threatened to go back to Australia if he ever showed up. Most of all, I missed Aaron.
I was yanked out of this pleasant review of all the foreskins I loved by Ryan’s urgent moaning with 8-3/4” of uncut heaven flooding his mouth with a batch of James’ best. I took over Ryan’s torpedo as James came down from his orgasm. I didn’t deduct any points for the lack of a foreskin. It’s like someone turned the “Nice” control to eleven. Ryan and I took it really slowly because we wanted to make it last. After sixty-nining for awhile and both getting some large samples of honey dew from each other, I had to fuck Ryan, but I lubed him well, before ramming Mr. Thick inside him. The urgent moans were a definite turn on, as were his legs resting over my shoulders so I could get in all the way. The visual stimulation of watching young Vlad boinking Jesse had my tongue penetrating Ryan’s mouthful of perfect white teeth. While my sex overloaded mind tried to create the perfect fantasy involving Danny and Brad, they entered the room.
“Suck this,” Danny said, after forcing his rock hard boner between our lips.
Brad did the same to Vlad and Jesse. When Danny needed a time out to keep from cumming, Danny rimmed me and asked Brad to lube my ass. He managed to feed his curvy cock inside me and fucked me hard for a few minutes, turning me on in a major way, then blowing very big until my gauge indicated “full;” then he spent another minute pounding it in as far as possible. I felt all tingly all over as he pulled out and ate his cream-pie, then shared it with me and Ryan.
I was at the stage where I would have loved to just kill the lights and snuggle with Ryan and Brad, but little Danny came over and thanked Brad for performing the lube job on me and he slammed his ten inches, made for small cattle, into me until it tickled my stomach. He felt like a heavy duty professional grade jackhammer but, just like I remembered it from the first time, I bloody well loved being his bottom boy even though I was more of a top myself. I mentally conceded Danny was perfect for the job. He kept at it, going slow then speeding up, and taking me to my happy place.
“Danny, I want Vlad and Ryan to DP me. I wouldn’t have asked you to stop except it’s really important that we do it to replace the stress with love. You can finish me off with anyone you chose, like Jesse or....”
“Me,” Robb said, on entering.
Danny looked at me as if waiting for a reply.
“I can’t make the decision. I want it from all of you, two at a time until the cum is gushing all over the room. Make sure I clean your cocks when you are done. Just ask Jesse if he wants to start it or finish it,” I said.
It was like someone threw a goldfish in the piranha tank.
Jesse started the depravity with Vlad, making me feel wonderful. Ryan replaced Jesse for awhile. Danny snagged Brad to be his cumming mate. Talk about that too full feeling. Robb and James brought up the rear, unusual because they were my first. They were comfortable like an old pair of runners.
“I want to shoot directly into your mouth, Scott,” Robb said.
“Permission granted.”
“Come here, Danny,” James said. “Let’s make Scott really happy.”
As usual, Danny always had a reserve supply of ball juice, but he fucked me very slow, stimulating every nerve ending in my entire body.
“Remember Scott, I want you to screw me very hard. I’ve been a bad boy. You need to teach me a lesson I’ll never forget,” Jesse said.
“Come along Danny. We have our work cut out. First we need to spank Jesse’s perfect ass until it’s scarlet,” I said.
We started off slowly with the spanking. Jesse’s rump was looking like an uncooked roast, so I rubbed some Aloe Vera into the tender flesh. And then we DP’d him. I was so sensitive, It only took a couple of minutes for me to shoot. Jesse’s cries of pain were a real turn-on. We both came on Jesse’s cheeks and rubbed that on too, but Vlad and Ryan licked it off.
We all lay there for a few minutes with angel faces. We were so happy that the tension seemed to be gone, hopefully for good.
“Guys, is everyone cool with Vlad, Ryan, Jesse, and me sleeping in this king size bed and you guys can share the queen in the guest room? We are feeling very close right now, and need each other. If you hear a bear in the night, you can lock the doors and climb in bed with us. We are your family,” I said.
We really needed to be at the loft where we could all be together. We were needy that night. Vlad and I got up to put more wood on the fire and clean up the glasses. Then we got Ryan and Jesse and took them into the shower and washed each other down, dried someone, and brushed our teeth. We straightened out the bed and placed the top sheet over the bottom which was a wee bit saturated. Then we went into the other bedroom and gave everybody a goodnight kiss. We were in a state of bliss, and held hands with one another, the feeling of love connecting us.
I was still bummed at Jesse knocking me over. I wanted to get over it, to move on, but that scenario was proving hard to let go.
to be continued ...
Who'da thunk Organ practice could be such an erotic mode of foreplay?!
And when they shift for the fortissimo performance instead of the legato - where's that chocolate cum fountain?
And when they shift for the fortissimo performance instead of the legato - where's that chocolate cum fountain?
They will have their cum fountain. I had a request for Bach's Passacaglia which opens with the fugue's thema and is probably more showy. Scott didn't want the non organ freak team members hearing it on less than stellar audio equipment so he skipped the best part. Here it is
The organ is a new mechanical organ with 63 voices and 4 manuals built in 1996 by the German firm Jehmlich Orgelbau Dresden GmbH. If I remember the story correctly, the huge turnout to this event was unexpected. There were 8000 in attendance which means SRO as the Great Synagogue, also known as Dohány Street Synagogue seats about 3000. The synagogue is the 2nd largest in Europe. The twin domes soar to 43 meters which should give the building an excellent acoustic for organ.
The organ is a new mechanical organ with 63 voices and 4 manuals built in 1996 by the German firm Jehmlich Orgelbau Dresden GmbH. If I remember the story correctly, the huge turnout to this event was unexpected. There were 8000 in attendance which means SRO as the Great Synagogue, also known as Dohány Street Synagogue seats about 3000. The synagogue is the 2nd largest in Europe. The twin domes soar to 43 meters which should give the building an excellent acoustic for organ.
This is the one you shared with me a little while ago - it's a great instrument and he obviously knows how to play it.
I think JSB would be suitably happy.
I wonder how Switched On Bach would sound on that?!
How do you feel about a little Handel? The vocals give the Wanamaker some heady competition.
This recording is less echoey than another I found.
I think JSB would be suitably happy.
I wonder how Switched On Bach would sound on that?!
How do you feel about a little Handel? The vocals give the Wanamaker some heady competition.
This recording is less echoey than another I found.
Here's a song I'm particularly fond of - normally as an Irish Balad of sorts - with suitable Celtic instruments and voices.
This organist does it justice, though - he keeps the lively spirit of the piece well done.
This organist does it justice, though - he keeps the lively spirit of the piece well done.