Swim Team

[DonQuixote]

Well, now that I had enough time to read the chapter while I was more than only semi-coherent.

So much going on - the eroticism of the fun and games, the flashbacks, and the fucking a-hole of a step-brother.

You pack quite the wallop here, Sheep!

 

[clover55]

Sheep, I hope you know how much I love this story. I'm a terrible swimmer (trauma at a neighbors pool when I was very young) but I would be glad to be the U of T Swim Team mascot. Do you think a sperm costume would be fitting?
I just finished chapter 18 on my second reading of the great story. Unfortunately, I got tired of waiting for chapter 80-something (81 or 82, Can't remember) and so I went on to some other stories, like Watching Brad, Speedway, and Best Buddies (original and redux) and now that I'm caught up with them, figured I'd check on Scott and the boys in the loft. It is just as good a read the second time. I love these boys and even though I know some of what is going to happen, I also don't remember a lot of it. Of course, I could read the sex scenes over, and over, and over... You have such a way with these boys.
I hope you will continue writing. I'm sure your schedule is a busy one. Just don't forget about us Swim Team fans. Thanks for all you do to keep the sperm swimming.

 

[sheep]

Sheep, I hope you know how much I love this story. I'm a terrible swimmer (trauma at a neighbors pool when I was very young) but I would be glad to be the U of T Swim Team mascot. Do you think a sperm costume would be fitting?
I just finished chapter 18 on my second reading of the great story. Unfortunately, I got tired of waiting for chapter 80-something (81 or 82, Can't remember) and so I went on to some other stories, like Watching Brad, Speedway, and Best Buddies (original and redux) and now that I'm caught up with them, figured I'd check on Scott and the boys in the loft. It is just as good a read the second time. I love these boys and even though I know some of what is going to happen, I also don't remember a lot of it. Of course, I could read the sex scenes over, and over, and over... You have such a way with these boys.
I hope you will continue writing. I'm sure your schedule is a busy one. Just don't forget about us Swim Team fans. Thanks for all you do to keep the sperm swimming.

Thanks for the comment, clover. Chapter 86 is completed but awaiting completion of 87. We're 99% of the way but I must finish accounting so my accountant can file by the end of April. I think I used that excuse last year and if I did, sue me

I came across a disturbing news item and short video about the little gem of a village on Lake Muskoka which I want to share.

http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/rob-stewart/bala-fight_b_7714326.html

It's important to me because part of Swim Team plays out very near Bala. As much as I'm an environmentalist, this hydro-electric plant makes no sense and will be a scar on the beauty of the village. The water flow is heavy in the spring before cottage season and somewhat high in the fall with the rains. This is out of phase with the electrical demand in the area. Feel free to click on get the word out and promote on twitter and/or facebook.

Once again, thanks go to readers and especially DonQuixote.

 

[sheep]

© 2011-2016 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

Chapter eighty-six

Previously:
“Sorry for being such a baby,” Robb said.

“Robb, you are a baby, you are my baby. You know I have a very special place in my heart for you and I want to see you tomorrow. Until then, pretend I gave you a bunch of kisses. The boys will take you to bed in a few minutes. My heart will beat in yours, Bambi. I love you,” Scott said, then ended the call.

“You guys take Robb to bed. I haven’t finished this and want to get it done while it’s fresh in my mind,” Vlad said, then held Robb in his arms and gave him a kiss on his lips.

“Scott loves me,” Robb whispered in Vlad’s ear.

“I know. More than you know.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vlad underestimated the amount of time it would take to copy evidence of stinky’s prior visits, so when he arrived in the cool, dark bedroom, he started the gas fireplace to take the chill off. The flickering light allowed him to see the most peaceful look on Robb’s face as he slept, free from worry, a boy on either side to keep him warm and safe. Vlad smiled to himself as he undressed wishing Scott was here to witness Robb free of fear. He quickly slipped into a deep sleep comforted by Ryan’s athletic body next to him. Minutes later, the fireplace shut itself off. Tonight’s excitement made sleep mandatory for all.
**
A loud buzzer sounded at the nursing station outside the Acute Care Unit alerting the night shift nursing supervisor who noted the bed number and ran to Scott William’s bed. Glancing at the monitor she grabbed the phone, dialed a paging code and spoke clearly into the mouthpiece, “Code Blue CCU Acute M2, Code Blue CCU Acute M2.” Upon hanging up, she scooped up a tablet, cell phone, some music and pulled the earbuds from Scott’s ears. Noting no change on the monitor, she immediately commenced CPR, as one of the other nurses came in, helped remove the hospital gown efficiently and moved a table and chair out of the way. She wrapped the Aneroid Sphygmomanometer cuff around Scott’s arm and inflated it while listening with a stethoscope for a pulse. Hurried footsteps and the sound of casters on the terrazzo floor of the hallway announced the arrival of the team and the crash cart. A doctor started ventilation as a technician applied a gel to the ultrasound transducers. The team leader shouted, “Need the Lucas - stat!”
The automatic chest compression device was plugged into the oxygen line and strapped around Scott’s chest. Powered by the oxygen line, it took over the chest compressions, and the night supervisor returned to her regular duties. The team leader checked for a heartbeat with his stethoscope, asked the ultrasound tech to have a look, he shook his head, and the doctor shouted “defib.”

The scene was organized chaos with a cacophony of a continuous tone indicating a flat line on the screen and a rapid beeping sound from the monitor indicating out of parameter readings. The rapid pulsing of the Lucas and the sound of oxygen being exhausted, while the manual bag valve mask device supplying oxygen-enriched air through a facial mask puffed away every few seconds. The ominous high-pitched rising sound of the defibrillator building a charge brought a sense of apprehension to the team.
The team doctor, a cardiologist, placed the paddles on the patient’s chest, got all hands off, and shocked him. The ultrasound tech checked the heart with ultrasound. Nothing. After the third shock, the monitor’s continuous tone turned into an erratic beep,-- beep,- beep, and the tech applied the transducers to his chest, moved them around while watching the image on the screen until he located the right upper chamber of the heart, the right atrium, locating the sinoatrial node where normal cardiac impulses start, and are transmitted to the atria and down to the ventricles, while listening to the sloshing sound from the speaker. The entire team breathed a sigh of relief when the doctor gave them a nod, “sinus rhythm is normal,” he said. Scott’s eyelids fluttered.

**

“Back for another lesson, I see,” Fred said, in his classy British accent.

“Yes, Fred. As Marie Claire Alain once said, Bach’s Toccata & Fugue in F is one of the most difficult works of Bach, and I think she’s right.”

“She was not talking about the technical aspect of playing the correct notes, but the intricacy of articulation and nuance this work demands. Few understand or interpret what Bach has handed before us in this work. “Over their heads,” I believe, is the expression used.”

Seated beside me on the bench, Fred opened the score on the music rack and started at the beginning of the piece using his finger to point out how Bach wrote the piece as he leafed through the pages, discussing it.

“At the beginning the extensive linear construction of the two voices in canon, the proud calmness of the solos in the pedal, the piercing chord strokes, the fiery upswing of the second subject, the bold modulatory shifts, the inwardness of the three minor movements, the splendour of the end with the famous third inversion of the seventh chord, who would not be enthralled by that?

The Toccata, as a prelude, is proportionally the largest of all Bach’s works in the format of prelude and fugue. It is often treated as a show piece, with the ensuing fugue omitted. The Toccata’s rhythmic signature suggests a passepied or a musette, although the monumental scale of the movement does not support these characterizations. Nor does the harmonic adventurousness: 45 measures after the second pedal solo there is a dominant chord which resolves deceptively to the third-inversion dominant applied to the Neapolitan. In particular, the doubled root is found to move outward in contrary chromatic motion to a major 9th; in the bass is a descending augmented unison, which absolutely could not be farther from the expected fifth. Bach implements this powerful deceptive cadence three times in the piece...” Fred lectured.

“Whoa, hold on... I didn’t take music theory so I have no idea what you just said but it sounded impressive. I just like playing it. I’m more interested in why this organ has so many stops but only four ranks of pipes.”


“It’s new for me, too. I’m told, most of the pipes were recorded, stored on a computer’s memory, and by using a computer program, they are played back on those loudspeakers. I understand that you will have it delivered this week. I tried it out and am very impressed. I stopped playing for obvious reasons years before the actual pipe organ this one imitates was built. It’s acoustic reminds me of Royal Albert Hall in London where I was honoured to give several recitals. There I go reminiscing again. Let’s give you some more pointers and practice,” Fred said.


“Wait, I’m dying to try it out. I’m so excited.”


“Please don’t put it like that. It’ll happen soon enough,” Fred said with a grimace, as he popped a USB stick into the console.


I sat down, pressed a few pistons until I found the PL piston for “plenum,” the full principal chorus registration typically used in Bach’s works, pressed the motor buttons which started the far away sound of eight blowers on the pipe organ in Hungary starting up and the muffled sound of rushing air filling reservoirs. I started Bach’s Toccata & Fugue in D minor, having memorized it before mom got rid of the organ at home. The sound of the organ was unbelievable, sounding much like the organ at the cathedral, with about six seconds of decay. It was so realistic, that I played it to the room, leaving breaks for the sound to dissipate to keep it clear and unmuddied. The experience was emotionally overwhelming and I cried, but continued playing the whole piece with my eyes closed except for registration changes and when I turned on the pipe diapasons on Great and an 8’ flute stop on the Swell for the beginning of the fugue. At the end I had to find the Great to Pedal reversible toe stud and hit the 32’, 16’, and 8’ trumpet en chamade tabs on the pedal for a glorious ending of the last few bars of the fugue with the trumpet overpowering all other voices except for the tuba wailing away on the Great. I had a pause before the final pedal passage, throwing on the Chamade on the Great, and adding the Principal 32’ and Gravissimo 64’ pedal stops for an earth shaking monumental growling climax that could be felt through my body and the workshop.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. This thing sounds so good.”

“Well done Scott. Are you working on your Masters at university?” Fred asked, after rolling his eyes.

“H...heck no, I really can’t play as well as I just did. You inspired me to do my best during our last lesson, and I have been practicing literally all the time since, working on Toccata in F. When I came in I was blinded by the white light but had déjà vu upon seeing the console. It surpassed my wildest dreams, and I’m glad to get some practice time on it to get familiar with it before I show it off to my loftmates. I love my mates, especially Vlad, who had been very ill with leukemia, and Robb, whom we are putting through for his Masters in organ performance. He is going into his sophomore year and changing from opera to organ because of voice problems. He will be writing his ARCT Performers certificate shortly. This organ is just unbelievably complex. I know it will take years to do it justice. Vlad and I bought it for Robb, but he now has keys to St. Simeon’s and I really want to return to organ. We saw this advertised on the internet, and, along with Tony the seller, developed it into an ideal organ for any type of music. Brr, it’s chilly in his workshop.”

“It beats oppressive heat. Let’s get working on this piece,” Fred offered as he pressed the 1st general piston. “The toccata starts with a large linear canon (imitation theme, one hand imitating the other) over a pedal point in F major. I’ll stop you if you need help,” he said.

Fred made the sound of a human metronome as I started, leading with the right hand 2 measures ahead of the left, both hands on the Great. Fred’s “metronome” was slightly slower than I had been imagining so I had no difficulty playing at that speed. The weird thing is that I wasn’t concentrating on my playing: rather, I was listening to how great the organ sounded as I watched myself playing. It really was strange! After the first iteration of the canon, followed by the first pedal solo, I played the 2nd canon which is basically the same but leading with the left hand, 2 measures ahead of the right, which gives it a different feel. The second pedal solo felt easier. Fred also did the registration which was pretty conservative after what I had just done and it sounded just right. The rest was trickier but I managed. After almost 10 minutes of joy which felt like it was never ending, the piece was finished.

“Very good, Scott. I do believe that you have been practicing your fingers to the bone. You managed that like a pro. You showed good interpretation skills. What would you like to do now?”

“Perhaps I could practice some sight reading with the Passacaglia, my other favourite major Bach work. It would be interesting to see how far I get.”

Fred set up some pistons because, unlike the Toccata in F, there were numerous registration changes and a chance to use all four manuals rather than just the Great.

“I rather like this to be a bit on the slow side. It starts with an eight bar introduction on the pedals. What follows is twenty variations, mostly over a ground bass. The fugue is usually referred to as the twenty-first variation on the first four bars. It’s actually a double fugue. The second thema is based on the last four bars. More musicians are dropping the fugue designation and referring to the entire piece as “The Passacaglia” as there isn’t a pause: they are connected.”

“I support you on that. I used to have arguments with colleagues about that. I’m ready anytime you are. I’ll point to the keyboard you need as I change the registration,” Fred said.

I played the first eight bars on the pedals alone, 16’ and 8’ Violon stop then played on the Solo with a Gamba for four bars, then on the Swell with a Voix Celeste giving a shimmering sound to the next four bars where we included the soft 32’ Violon pedal stop. For the next eight bars my right hand was on Solo using the Konzertflote 8’ with the left on the Swell using the very sweet Aeoline 8’. At the end of that variation Fred stopped the Aeoline and flipped down the 8’ Gamba and 4’ Violine on the Swell. After that, he got more adventurous using the Cor de nuit, a reed stop on the Great for the melody with the left hand, and continuing with the right still on the Swell with the string stops. This is where things started speeding up. The page was getting blacker with more notes and Bach was becoming sadistic but I persevered.

Fred kept adding stops and Bach got more insane with his arrangement of the notes, inverting, playing half speed then double speed and working towards a crescendo then going all soft again, only to do it all over and in triple time too, making my fingers move faster than they ever have on a keyboard.

When I hit the fugue I was pretty sure Bach was breaking my balls. There was no doubt in my mind that the master had a mean streak in him a kilometre wide. If I wasn’t really enjoying watching and listening to myself, I would have stopped, but I was just too amazed. I’ve never played anything this complex in my life. How the Hell was I able to do it now? It was like Fred was guiding my hands to play the correct notes, as stupid as it sounds. I hung in there, past the part that I warned Robb about in the screen room in the summer. I told him he would need to figure out the pedaling in advance or his legs and feet would get tied up in a knot, but here I was sailing through it.

Fred was really good at the registration. Everything was well balanced but interesting with frequent changes, while I stabbed at the swell pedal whenever I could with whatever foot I could spare at the time to make it louder. We were on the last page but it didn’t feel like it would never end like the Toccata in F; it just got better. All too soon I was on the last bars. If Fred hadn’t pressed the full organ button, it must have been very close to it. When it was over, my hands flew up from the keyboards, I pressed the general cancel piston, got up, turned around and bowed to the non-existent audience. Pity. I wished there was a witness. Fred got up and shook my hand.

“That was amazing, Scott, at a hair over 15 minutes. I play it only slightly faster, depending on the venue. I find too many play it too fast just because they can. You played it accurately and with a deep connection to the music. You put your heart and soul into it. I don’t know how you did it -- I sure don’t believe this was your first time or hundred and first for that matter. Incidentally, the reverb sounds like a real cathedral,” he said.

“I guess he installed convolution reverberation on it. It’s all digital in that they make a sine wave sweep at the source and record it at the centre of the room, and then they digitally remove the sine wave sweep leaving only the impulse response to it. It is then loaded into a convolution processor as a mathematical operation and convoluted with the original organ signal. Thousands of spaces have been modeled, so you just pick an appropriate one.”


“Now it’s my turn to confess to not understanding that process,” Fred said.


“I wonder if there’s a score of Virgil Fox’s arrangement of Komm süßer Tod BWV 478 arranged for the Wanamaker while he was in his twenty’s?”

“Is this what you’re looking for? I was playing it before you arrived, for whatever reason,” Fred said.

“Did you save the registrations?”

“Indeed, I did. I thought you might want to run through it when you arrived.”


I previewed the pistons he had set up and was delighted to see all of the string stops and string celestes I could use for accompaniment. I remembered there was a control panel setting that slightly de-tuned the organ, so I played some big fat chords in proper tune then flipped over to aged tuning. The effect was what I wanted. As a pipe organ is used it gradually goes out of tune which adds to the realism. It sounds warmer.

I played “Come Sweet Death” at a slow, majestic speed, handled the registration myself, slowly adding stops and opening the swell. It started almost inaudably with a 16’ Cello with tremulant on Solo and 16-8-4 string celeste on Swell with the box closed, gradually opening the swell the first time through and then I worked it up to a commanding level with a full registration in the second. Toward the end, I let it fade away to the string celeste as I closed the swell shutters.

“You told me I could do it, and I did! I’m fading quickly Fred, going from feeling great and full of energy to a state where the pain is returning, and my chest hurts.”

“You are definitely fading, Scott... Scott?” Fred said.

to be continued ...

 

[DonQuixote]

Sheep,
I was as confused as Scott in the intro to the music and as confused as Fred at the digital - well, almost!!
This is a highly technical discussion and magnificent recital in the heavenly a-"Chord" - or at least the temporary waiting area to the Pearly Gates.

I sure hope our boy gets healthy so he is there for the grand giving of the gift!

 

[Kyanimal]

That was CLOSE! At first I was confused a bit, but eventually I "got" it! Powerful writing, Buddy!

Up until now, I didn't realize how sever Scott's condition was!

However, I am faithful that he shall "return" from his "adventure", and be an even better man for it!

MORE, Please!
Chaz

 

[2lennyzanda]

Damn, i'm now worried that Scott is on his way out please don't let that happen hes too nice a guy for that. Looking forward to the next chapter/s. Awesome writing keep it up loving it always. XX

 

[sheep]

Sheep,
I was as confused as Scott in the intro to the music and as confused as Fred at the digital - well, almost!!
This is a highly technical discussion and magnificent recital in the heavenly a-"Chord" - or at least the temporary waiting area to the Pearly Gates.

I sure hope our boy gets healthy so he is there for the grand giving of the gift!

I wrote several hundred words to explain some background but I looked at it the wrong way and it vanished. Thats 2 hours I'll never get back. Short version, look for ** It separates dialog, time, speaker etc. It's going to be jumping around a lot so look for those ** or you will be screwed. Now to press post before it goes away again

 

[sheep]

Thanks for the comments. I hoped to post another chapter tonight but the gremlins got to me. I'll git her done on the weekend after a long relaxing soak in the hot tub with Ryan and Vlad.

 

[sheep]

© 2011-2016 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain
Chapter eight-seven

previously:

I played “Come Sweet Death” at a majestic slow speed, handled the registration myself, slowly adding stops and opening the swell. It started almost inaudibly with a 16’ Cello with tremulant on Solo and 16-8-4 string celeste on Swell with the box closed, gradually opening the swell the first time through and then I worked it up to a commanding level with a full registration in the second. Toward the end, I let it fade away to the string celeste as I closed the swell shutters.

“I’m fading quickly Fred, going from feeling great and full of energy to a state where the pain is returning, and my chest hurts.”

“You are definitely fading, Scott...Scott?” Fred said.

**
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My eyes were squinted because the hospital room was bright. I was surrounded by people in scrubs or white lab coats. Who were all these people? What was this device on my chest?

“Mr. Williams, you must keep the mask on to ensure the correct dose of nebulized Heparin. We are adding acetylcysteine to help break up the thick mucous in your chest. If you feel nauseated , ring the bell,” the doctor said.

“What’s this contraption doing on my chest?” I asked.

“It’s called a Lucas. It performs CPR. You were in cardiac arrest and had stopped breathing. The Lucas does chest compressions the same as CPR, but it is driven by compressed oxygen. We lost you for a short while, but managed to shock your heart to resume beating again,” he said.

“I went for an organ lesson. It was a really beautiful experience again, and I felt great,” I said.

“Hmm.”

The team packed up as the doctor stuffed a thermometer in my ear, read off the blood oxygen, pulse, respiration and body temperature.

“Get him another blanket. He is a little cool,” the doctor said as he walked to the nursing station.

“Williams seems okay but was talking nonsense. Have someone keep an eye on him for awhile. Here is an order for bloodwork to check his electrolytes. If the results are normal, we need a CT scan. His next of kin should be called in. I have a bad feeling about this,” he said, as the team and crash cart vanished down the hallway.

One of the nurses brought a couple of blankets and covered me up, and re-checked my temperature.

“You should try to get some rest. Do you feel alright?”

“Not bad after a strenuous recital. My chest hurts though. Can you give me anything for the pain?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, we can’t give you anything right now, but I’ll be right here if you don’t feel well,” she said.

**
It was after 8 am when Brad woke wondering for a few seconds where he was. Sex with an ex is fun but he knew Danny would be with him tonight and had a tingling sensation “down south” thinking of the possibilities with his not so little friend. He decided to get up and return to his place next door for a shower and a change of clothes.

**
Vlad was visibly shaken on receiving a call from the hospital. He woke Robb and they both dressed, and ran to the parking garage. Being the Labour day holiday the traffic was light and they sailed up Bayview and arrived at Sunnybrook quickly, having brought Robb up to speed on the way.

“You just missed the doctor. Scott isn’t doing very well. We lost him for a couple of minutes this morning. He needed to be shocked to get his heart beating again. The doctor has ordered more tests. Mr. Petrushko, he is in fragile condition so please don’t stay too long. He was cold so I covered him with a couple more blankets. There is a high death rate with fire victims either from the burns or smoke inhalation. He is on nebulized Heparin and we added acetylcysteine so he needs to wear a mask. Hopefully he will be able to breathe easier. I’m sorry but one of you will have to wait out here. Our policy is one visitor at a time,” she said.

“Scott, are you awake?”

“Are you an angel or is it really Vlad? Pull the curtain so we have some privacy,” I said.

“Give me your hand. Do you feel any wings?” Vlad asked, while he ran my hand over his back.

“No wings so not an angel. Devil perhaps?” I asked as I reached into his jeans and felt it jump to attention. “Yup, I feel a big horn and it’s really hot, but I can’t confirm by tasting it with this bloody mask, damn!”

“You have lots of life in you for a dead guy. I’d grope you to see if you’re a devil too but I don’t want to kill you. Can I at least look at it? It’s been like forever.”

The silly grin said ‘yes’ and Scott’s kicking the covers off and pulling his underwear down to expose his mega horn confirmed it. Vlad did all he could to warm it up using his hands, causing a very quick orgasm to arc all the way to his neck in five spurts which Vlad licked off and swallowed to get rid of the evidence. In seconds everything was back to normal.

“So Vlad, they all looked at me like I was loony when I was revived. I told them I had a strenuous recital which I did. Sit on the bed and I’ll tell you about it. It was another lesson from that Fred guy but this time it was in a workshop. Anyway, It was a huge four manual but with only four ranks of pipes but it sounded huge, bigger and better than the cathedral. I figured it out about the same time as Fred told me it was actually our organ in Tony’s shop. I played Bach’s Toccata & Fugue in D minor from memory mostly with my eyes closed because I was crying at the sheer beauty of the sound. Then I played Toccata in F major while Fred turned pages and did the registration. He was really impressed. By then I was on a high and played the Passacaglia as a sight reading exercise. I remember feeling removed from it as if I was watching myself play. I’ve never seen my fingers and feet move so fast. Fred didn’t believe that I’d never played it before. So those were two of the most difficult major Bach pieces, back-to-back. Then I played Virgil Fox’s arrangement of Come Sweet Death. It was awesome. The organ was way better than I imagined it would be. I think the registration is saved. I’ll play it for you guys on Saturday if I’m still alive, although that doesn’t seem to be a requirement.”

“I believe you Scott. It sounds like the same thing as the last time you died. I woke up from a dream telling you to stop dying, and you said it was a beautiful experience with no pain once you got used to the bright light,” Vlad said.

“Geez, I recall saying that! I was squinting because of the brightness which was the other reason why I played with my eyes closed. I said that and you heard me in your dream. This is so freaky, man!”

“I think I should be marrying you, not Ryan. We exist inside each other’s heads or in a parallel universe or something, but maybe it means we already have the ultimate connection. When I do your work it doesn’t feel like I’m doing it but more like your brain is guiding me. Maybe that’s why I love watching you make love with Ryan. I still get all the pleasure. It’s something like our 4way with the twins - no jealousy just pure love. I know you have a really strong connection to Aaron and I was developing one with Adam,” Vlad said, when he was interrupted by his phone vibrating.

“Morning Aaron, your face appeared on my phone...”

“Hey Vlad, it’s Adam. Aaron’s crying too much to make the call. He just said something has happened and passed me his phone to call you. What’s up?”

“I’m with Scott. He had heart and breathing problems...”

“Which is a nice way of saying he died, right?”

“I’d let you talk to him but he has this mask thing over his nose and he sounds weird... wait a sec.”

“Let me talk with Aaron. Ask him to put it on speaker phone,” Scott said.

“Adam, put it on speaker phone and Scott will talk with Aaron.”

“Hey...sniff...Scott ... what happened? I felt you floating away...”

“Babes, sorry about that. Yeah I guess you could call it that. I had a “time out” but they got my heart started so I’m back and missing both of you very much. I can’t wait for the wedding and having you guys back in our bed with us. Actually, Vlad and I just mentioned the connection you and I have, then the phone rang. Weird. I can’t chit chat because I have this mask on my nose and it’s a pain. I will tell you that it was a beautiful experience just like last time only better, but I’m glad to be back and talking to one of the most awesome twins in the universe. I love you so much, Aaron. It’s going to be a long year but we’ll be together in four weeks and then over Christmas. Kiss to Adam for me. I’ll put Vlad on,” I said.

Vlad pretty much reaffirmed everything I said to Aaron but with a sweeter spin. They had their phone on speaker so they were both brought up to speed. The nurse stuck her head through the curtains to check on me and double check the ECG monitor connections on my chest because there was a reading indicative of tachyarrhythmia a few minutes ago.

“A few more minutes, then the other boy can switch places with you,” she said to both of us.

“Oh yeah, Robb is waiting to see you,” Vlad said.

I asked Vlad to call Ted and see if there was anything that needed signing.

“Tell Ted about Robb’s bro. You need signing authority on my accounts. Check on incorporation papers, the mortgage for Réjeanne, you should write this down -- the status on the O’Bryden lawsuit, our family trust, charitable fund, DVD of Robb’s brother’s break-in, or have Robb talk to him for guidance. Also, you can tell the nurse there’s nothing tacky about me,” I chuckled, as I squeezed Vlad’s hand and stared into his pretty, puppy dog brown eyes.

“And Vlad, Pretty pretty please, Don’t you ever, ever feel, Like you’re less than Fuckin’ perfect to me,” I said, as a solitary tear rolled down my cheek.

***
“Bambi, so good to see you. I wish I was there with you when your brother was hauled off to jail,” I said.

“I was scared to death. I was sure he would get me. I was surprised to find out about the security cameras. How did they come about?”

“I was concerned that he might follow you home from church or the university and figure out a way to break in. I couldn’t take that chance. You’ve been through enough so I had the system installed, as well as the two camera system at the cottage about the same time. I didn’t tell anybody as I figured you guys might be creeped out knowing there were cameras invading your privacy. Honestly though, Vlad is the only one who has seen all of the activity, and I see it isn’t the first time smelly has been in the building. Actually, not long after we moved in I smelled a familiar odour in the elevator or hallway, can’t remember, but I didn’t immediately associate the smell with your brother but maybe subconsciously it set the wheels in motion to get the system. I had it installed when you guys were out and I forgot to even look at it until Vlad phoned me last night. Anyway, it records from any camera detecting motion onto a hard drive. I got Vlad to go through it and burn a DVD of any activity with your brother in it. You have a disk for the police and one for Ted. Maybe he should send a letter to your folks just so they know he is escalating. You never know. I think they owe you an apology, or more,” I said, before having a coughing attack.

“That didn’t sound very good.”

I coughed up some really gross black crap and my breathing improved somewhat.

“I ordered some music for you. One of the books is wedding music. It should arrive in a few days, then you can take it to church and practice for Vlad’s wedding. If they don’t release me by Friday, I’ll just check myself out because lying in bed is getting real old. What I hate most is wearing this mask. I guess I won’t be on the swim team. I don’t see my ass getting my degree in the spring either. I should withdraw. Vlad and I have enough projects on the go to keep me out of trouble. I think it’s going to take me awhile to get back to normal. Maybe I can go back to school after Christmas, or maybe not at all, or switch and go for my bachelor of commerce to make dad proud of me wherever he is,” I said.

The nurse reminded us that the visit needed to end so we had a good long hug. He told me he loved me, I slipped the mask off and we had a very warm kiss. Robb felt amazing in my arms just like he did the first time in the locker room in the Summer. When we separated, nurse wasted no time returning my mask to my face. When she left, Robb slipped his hand under the blankets to grope me. The kiss made it very easy to find.
**
“We need to see Ted then you need to call the cop shop. Shall we call him when we get to the car? If he can see us now, we are halfway there now and school starts tomorrow so it’s going to get hard to make time. Does that work for you?” Vlad asked Robb, as they walked down the hallway.

“If you have the DVD, I have the cop’s phone number, so let’s call and see if Ted will screw up his holiday Monday for us,” Robb said.

Vlad was received warmly on the phone by Ted and agreed to see them at his office in forty-five minutes, so they stopped at an A&W for breakfast and coffee. Vlad had green tea. They both had orange juice to wash the hospital out of their systems.

Ted parked his Navy Blue Buick beside Scott’s convertible and they all went into the office.

“How is Scott?”

“We just came from the hospital. His condition scares us I think more than it concerns him. They lost him twice already but Scott seems to enjoy it. I know there’s a big downside from which Scott seems detached. Anyway Robb had an unwanted visitor last night and wants advice from you,” Vlad said.

“Do you want Vlad sitting in on this, Robb?”

“Definitely, as he knows more about it because I was scared shitless when we discovered my brother outside the bedroom window last night,” Robb said.

They brought Ted up to date on Robb’s brother, the police catching him breaking in, and gave Ted the DVD.

“Have you been interviewed by the police, Robb?”

“The police left a card with instructions for me to phone. I was going to do that after seeing you. That DVD shows him breaking in, right into the hands of the police. Scott had a security system installed because he was concerned that my brother might try again. It’s pretty well self explanatory. All the scenes are date stamped and there’s a print out with date and time and a short explanation. It’s not long so we can watch it now. You will notice that he visited previously which proves he was stalking me,” Robb explained.
Ted inserted the DVD in his computer while Vlad provided the colour commentary. Ted watched intently until Robb's brother came bursting through the door, then he laughed a hearty "gotcha."
“You should give a copy to the police investigators. It’s important that they know he was snooping around previously. It’s too bad the counseling didn’t cure him. I will send your dad an email so he knows what’s going on, although I assume they received a phone call from the jail. Has the thought of a visit from him been bothering you?”

“I have nightmares, the worrying has caused an ulcer, I was advised to stop singing for a few months because it was damaging my vocal chords, I’ve transferred out of opera and now I’m majoring in pipe organ. Frankly, I’m afraid for my life. I wish they would toss him in prison and throw away the key,” Robb said, on the verge of tears.

Ted typed something on his computer.

“According to this database, if he is charged with attempted sexual assault he will likely get 2 or 3 years with a possibility of early release but if it’s unprotected rape he might get 10 years. His counseling was off the record, but only if he kept his nose clean which he clearly has not. It depends how the crown decides to proceed with the case. Attempted should be a slam dunk, so it might be the way they go, knowing it’s easy to prove, thus requiring few resources. When they interview you, be sure to impress on them his past performance showing the progression from forced oral to repeated violent unprotected anal penetration requiring you to move out for your safety. Remember, I don’t practice criminal law so I can’t advise you. I’m telling you this as a friend. Are there any other questions?”

“Thanks Ted, I’ll make sure they are aware of that, and sorry to screw up your Labour day.”

“I get really upset when it comes to what happened to you. The thought of something like that happening to my nephew Ryan makes my blood boil. If I can help further, please call,” Ted said, as he pulled Robb into a lateral hug and walked him to the waiting room.

“I assumed you would prefer some privacy, Vlad. What can I help you with today?” Ted asked, as he motioned Vlad to join him at the round table.

“With Scott in the hospital, I’m taking care of everything, or at least trying to. My brain feels like it might short circuit with everything that’s happening. I’m glad you took Robb out of the room. Scott and I have purchased an organ for Robb to use for practice in the loft. It’s a surprise. Scott is looking forward to playing organ again. He was upset when his mother sold the organ. I told you that they lost him a couple of times. He tells me he was having lessons with a concert organist. It’s really happening as far as he is concerned and I believe him, as crazy as it sounds. The organ is scheduled to be delivered on Friday. Scott tells me all the Bach pieces he has played. I don’t know what’s going to happen when he sits down at the console. If he can actually play these difficult pieces, it’ll be a miracle because he says he isn’t very good,” Vlad said.

“I remember him playing at one of their parties. He was playing some show tunes. He played pretty well but nothing like Ryan plays on the piano. Ryan is great. But the organ was big. It had two keyboards and lots of buttons. I still remember him seated at it, looking uncomfortable all dressed up in a suit, and I remember his mom telling him to keep the volume down because people were trying to talk. He finished the piece he was playing, turned it off and went to his room. I’m guessing that he didn’t take kindly to the intervention but I might be totally wrong. I hope it all works out because he’s been through Hell this year so a miracle would be a nice change. Did you need me to look over the contract or anything?” Ted asked.

“Not really, Ted. I just mentioned it so you know some of what I’m dealing with. And incidentally, this organ has four keyboards, hundreds of pipes, and 161 stops. We’re talking well over $15,000. It’s a monster, and Scott played it this morning in one of his dead periods and tells me that it sounds magnificent. I’m really afraid he won’t make it. At least I haven’t had a problem getting to see him yet but if someone has to make a decision like there was with Caul, who will it be? I know he would want it to be me but how do I prove to the hospital? Scott might be unaware that burn victims with damaged lungs have a 50/50 chance of dying. He also told me to get signing authority on his bank accounts...”

“No problem. You guys both have living wills. I’ll make a copy of his for you, should you need it. Now to update you, I received the Articles of Incorporation for your business venture, I drew up the mortgage you guys are taking on that house for the twin’s aunt Marie, There’s an O’Bryden board meeting in October which will be at the Toronto office. I need to give them Scott’s full name so he will be covered by their directors’ liability insurance. They asked how the swim team hoodie-robe mock-up was coming. I’m waiting to get your charitable organization papers back from Canada Revenue Agency, and naturally there’s nothing on the cottage insurance or suit against the at-fault carpet manufacturer, but that will take awhile. My cohort south of the border will be handling that -- in a very aggressive manner. I need you to make up a furniture and furnishing inventory list.”

“I saw a list when I was looking through the files. Scott has a bunch of photos too but he would need to get them off his computer.”

“The replacement cost of the cottage will be close to the insured value plus contents at 100% of the cottage’s value. If there is nothing left after the fire, they will try to screw you over unless you have some proof. I know Scott’s dad loved listening to music and he bragged about his $25,000 audiophile system, so maybe you can be creative and guess a little high because their adjusters always adjust down, never up. And don’t forget the cost to clean up the site. New construction costs run about $250 per square foot on islands on Muskoka lake. If you know the dimensions, calculate the area and multiply by 250; you should get somewhere close to the insured value. Scott’s father was very honest and fair. Scott takes after him. He also must need lots of rest after his ordeal so maybe you could get the ball rolling,” Ted said.

“I mustn’t forget the bunkie and outhouse, the tin boat and motor, and his new professional camera and laptop. Scott will be having a large boathouse built with living quarters above which will be nicer and larger than the old cottage. I just remembered the security cameras. I was fixated on the CCTV for the rape attempt and didn’t look at the cottage system. We got movies on an iPhone of it burning down but there might be more. I’ll check it when I get home. The other thing I said to Scott was I would pay to have a custom luxurious summer home built for us if he would make me co-owner of the Lake Muskoka property. To maintain privacy, I would attempt to purchase the island facing his, so nobody can build on it. We like to sunbathe and listen to loud music. It’s a sheer cliff perhaps 25 meters high, all rock. The only person who could build on it would be Mr. Otis,” Vlad chuckled, as he stood up to leave.

“I’ll make you a copy of Scott’s living will,” Ted said as they walked out to reception.

“The police can see us this morning. Will you go in with me, Vlad?”

"Yeah, Ted is just getting me some paperwork.

"Okay, here is your incorporation file, the corporate seal, and I took the liberty of adding myself to the list of directors without capital and opened a business account at the bank. Here are some cheques to get you started. Here are the mortgage documents which the twins’ mom and aunt must complete. Scan the completed forms and the property deed and email them to me to do a credit check and title search. Let me know when the builder needs an advance. Get his banking info so I can have the money transferred, also send me a copy of their contract if you have it. Finally these papers need to be signed by you and Scott and witnessed which I can do, so you will have signing authority on Scott's bank accounts. Now, the wife and I are going out for lunch with Ryan's mom and dad," Ted said.

"Give her a hug from me," Vlad said.

To be continued ...

 

[DonQuixote]

These ?Nocturnal?, or should I say Trans-Styxian Organ Concertos and ephemeral connections to the boys if more than a bit spiritual.

Maybe having a bit of Scott's essence helps keep them in tune with each other!
I hope they fry the bastard brother.

Thanks for the update, Sheep.

 

[Kyanimal]

WOW! SO much going on as our dear Scott slips between "here" and "there". I sincerely hope he chooses "here"!

Who could ask for more angels than those he's already gathered together on this Planet?

LOVING this Story!
Chaz

 

[sheep]

Hey guys, I should have chapter 88 up by labour day. Sorry for the delay but summer got in the way.

 

[DonQuixote]

What, Summer was busy? Wait, what day is it?!

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[Kyanimal]

What, Summer was busy? Wait, what day is it?!

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What are you talking about? It's only ... Oh, Sh*t!

 

[sheep]

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Chapter eighty-eight


Previously:
“Okay, here is your incorporation file, the corporate seal, and I took the liberty of adding myself to the list of directors without capital and opened a business account at the bank. Here are some cheques to get you started. Here are the mortgage documents which the twins’ mom and aunt must complete. Scan the completed forms and the property deed and email them to me to do a credit check and title search. Let me know when the builder needs an advance. Get his banking info so I can have the money transferred, also send me a copy of their contract if you have it. Finally, these papers need to be signed by you and Scott and witnessed which I can do, so you will have signing authority on Scott’s bank accounts. Now, the wife and I are going out for lunch with Ryan’s mom and dad,” Ted said.

“Give her a hug from me,” Vlad said.
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**
“I guess all the planets were aligned last night, Robb. Thanks for coming to 51 Division. The main thing is that our boys caught him in the act of breaking and entering, and in interrogation he caved. He admitted his intent was to sodomize his brother. He’s at the maximum security Metro South Detention Centre until somebody rich bails him out. I want to get some background information from you, then I’ll turn everything over to Investigations at the pink whorehouse,” the detective said.

“The ... what?”

“Oh sorry, that’s one of our pet names for Toronto Police Headquarters. The pink palace is pretty common too. It’s a modern building made of pink granite. You’d think they coulda used grey, but what do I know? Anyways, sexual assault operates out of head office at College and Yonge.”

Robb recounted his brother’s history of sexual assault, stating he had to move in with a friend to get away from his brother, who has supposedly been receiving counseling for his escalating activities. He stated even his parents don’t have his address. All negotiations have been through a lawyer. He gave the detective sergeant the DVD and explained that it was date and time stamped video evidence that his brother has been peeping before.

“I guess you’re happy he is locked up now. Could I get you to give a statement in writing real quick which I will forward with the file?” he asked.

Vlad helped Robb organize the timeline of the ongoing assault and his health problems and low self-esteem, how a teammate rescued him giving him a place to live in a warm, safe environment, complete with security cameras!

“I’m asking the Crown to issue an 810 Recognizance peace bond, with a ‘no-contact’ order, and a list of places where the defendant is not allowed to be. I want this to be issued prior to him being released on bail. If he elects to sign it voluntarily, it can be in place quickly. A peace bond doesn’t go on his record but if he breaks any conditions he is liable for criminal conviction. The court will call you when it’s been issued so you can go and get a copy. Bring a copy here and keep one on your person. That way he can be arrested for breaking conditions. The officers who picked him up wanted to charge him for one of those Christmas tree car deodorizer things you hang from the mirror. Apparently, he needed a shower,” the detective chuckled.

“I go to U of T, work at the bookstore, swim at the athletic centre, and have classes all over the campus. I’ll be practicing on the pipe organ at church too,” Robb said.

“We’ll make U of T off limits, swimming pools, places where youth are likely to congregate. He won’t even be permitted to phone or write to you, or drive past your home.”

“Maybe I should carry spray deodorant with me. That’ll keep him away. He is so gross! My roommate Scott helped me launder all of my clothes before they left his laundry room. I shared a room with my brother,” Robb said.

**

“I was afraid going into the cop shop, but that guy made me feel at ease. He was funny, too,” Robb said, as they approached the car.

“So were you with your comment on the deodorant spray. I’ll bet he needed the ball type too! It’s like hanging garlic around your neck or holding up a crucifix. I need to go home and get organized, have a soak on account of this stiff neck, make some calls and see Scott again this afternoon,” Vlad said.

“I can help with that.”
**
Ryan was surprised when he got up finding he had the whole loft to himself. Not feeling like being alone, he decided to go home and practice piano for awhile and work out on his machine to burn off some of the weekend’s stress so he wrote a message while he had a coffee.
**
“Hey Tony, it’s Scott calling to see if we are on track for Friday?”

“Good day, Scott. Everything is going fine. I located a roller crescendo just like the one on the PAB but I’m putting it to the right of the other three shoes, and converting the existing one into a swell pedal, and wiring the new toe studs to the control box as we speak. I need to check the computer because when I lifted it out of the console this morning it was warm. I’m sure I shut it down properly last night. You’re familiar with Macs. Is there any way it could have started and shut down by itself?” Tony asked.

“If you go to System Preferences, Energy Saver, and click on Schedule in the bottom right corner, it will show if any startup or sleep events have been set. If not, remember it’s an 8 core machine with 64 gigs of ram and a terabyte of PCIe solid state storage. The cooling system is up to the task but it’s one big 40-pound hunk of aluminum that holds the heat. I wouldn’t worry about it. Is it too late to add another row of stop tabs above the top row for the Floating Chamade on the left and the Solo on the right and add more to the bottom row because of the huge pedal division, and Great? Don’t hit me, Tony, because it’s just a suggestion,” I said, while I laughed silently about the organ getting some unknown use shortly before Tony went to his workshop this morning. I was afraid of a coughing fit.

“I’ve got the stop jamb caps off right now and there’s room for more, and I’m ready to install more couplers.”

The addition of the Solo division needed another 11 rocker switches for couplers to the pedal and the other manuals. I suggested a “heads-up” Hauptwerk display screen showing the position of the crescendo and expression pedals, the time, the last piston pressed, and a myriad of things you need to be aware of. We discussed wiring the pipe stops to the normal stop tabs but through a switch which would silence the Hauptwerk virtual stops when the pipes were on or silence the pipes if the virtual pipe stops were on. Another key switch had been added to power the blower in the pipe unit.

“Tony, I’m going to leave the details to you. Charge these additions to me on a cost-plus basis. The main thing I want is a fabulous organ that is laid out in an expected fashion so any organist can sit down at it and feel comfortable. I don’t want to reinvent the wheel. Perhaps a couple of tabs in each division can be left blank until we figure out what stops we need to control from the console the most.

The other reason I need to leave it to you is because our cottage burned down and I inhaled a lot of smoke. The doctors have me in acute care in the hospital and they are concerned that one lung may collapse. If you need more money, let me know, or call Vlad,” I said.

“Sorry to hear that. Nothing boring about your life! Oh, I found a set of swell shutters for the pipe organ. I forgot he had them enclosed. It’s of no use to me. If you want it, I’ll bring it along.”

“That might come in handy. I love the subjective flattening of the pitch when the shades are opening, due to the Doppler effect. I’m still curious as to how you can squeeze 4 manuals into a 3 manual console and make the console according to AGO specs?” I asked.

“The AGO standards take the horizontal surface of the lowest manual as the horizontal datum, and the front of the keys as the vertical datum. The organ is then dimensioned and 'built out' from these data. It’s been a pain but what I’m doing is increasing the console height so that I can recess the Solo manual into the console. I need finger room above the keyboard and I need a higher name board to fit the Hauptwerk display screen and the additional coupler rocker switches. Luckily I have some matching oak already stained and varnished to match, to extend the height. I was going to build a box which would control some extra digital voices but the previous owner got sick, I put the project on hold, and it never got done. I had thought of mounting the Choir on a slide out setter board tray, but that would seriously impact the AGO standards.”

“Tony, you can drill the key cheeks for extra pistons, lights, or switches if you need more.”

“Another thing, the bench is height adjustable. I realize it doesn’t show in the photograph. I don’t foresee any roadblocks creating a delivery delay other than the stop tabs. They have been ordered and will match the style and font of the existing ones which I replaced last year. If they aren’t ready, I’ll have them sent to you. They are easy to change and you’ll still be able to play the instrument,” Tony said.
**
“Hi mom, I need some practice time on the piano. Is dad out and about?”

“Ryan, give me a hug. I never get to see you anymore! Dad is in the shower, and then we are going out for brunch with uncle Ted. How is Scott making out? And Vlad?”

“He isn’t, at the moment. I assume Ted told you about the fire. He’s in the hospital and slipped away this morning...”

“Oh no! That’s terrible!”

“Let me finish. They got his heart beating again and he’s in good spirits. I might drop in to see him on the way home if I have time. I wanted to do a short workout as well. Vlad is great. I love him so much, but he has been very busy since Scott is out of commission. I can’t wait for you to meet Scott, James, Robb, Danny and his friend Brad, and the twins, Aaron and Adam at the wedding,” Ryan said.

“I’m really excited and happy for you, Ryan. I’ve never seen you happier than when you came out to me and introduced Vlad. Ted and I talked about, well, the fact that you weren’t very interested in girls,” she said.

“Not true mom. I’m not interested in girls at all,” Ryan chuckled.

Ryan busied himself at the keyboard while Mrs. Roberts made him a mug of tea and put it on a coaster on the bench beside her favourite son. Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, and Béla Bartók overwhelmed the quiet elegance of the large two storey foyer sounding more like a Steinway concert grand than a Heintzman baby grand in the marble-floored reverberant surroundings.

“Son, so good to hear you play again,” Mr. Roberts said, while squeezing Ryan’s shoulders. “I guess listening to you playing scales was worth it.”

“Dad, I’m very content with my life now. Everything is perfect or will be when Scott comes home. I want to get back to the skating club and have more lessons. Scott loves to watch skaters. He said he thinks men figure skaters are incredible athletes who show strength with grace and fluidity. That’s so far from what I was called at school, the 3 f’s - fruit, fairy, and faggot. I’m so glad that’s all over now. Having a bunch of friends for support gives me so much confidence. I didn’t tell you about Robb, who was Scott’s first roommate. When Scott found out about Robb’s brother raping him, they got in Scott’s truck, went to Robb’s place and grabbed all of his clothes and possessions so Robb didn’t have to be in the same room with his brother ever again.

On Sunday night, Robb had the bedroom window open and he smelled his brother who we call stinky because he has an aversion to bathing. We didn’t know what to do so we called Scott who, while in critical care, went to the internet and saw the camera feed from outside our bedroom and saw that he was there, called the police who came and got him as he broke in. We didn’t even know he had security cameras installed. Scott has everyone’s back. That’s who he is, and I’m worried about him.”

Ryan and his dad had a long hug like they used to when he was a kid.

“How are you going to practice piano with School starting tomorrow, son?”

“Scott is getting Robb a portable digital keyboard combo piano/organ for practice because he switched to organ from opera. Yesterday his church asked him on short notice if he could play the service and they were impressed as was I, being there as the page turner. They gave him keys to the huge 3 manual pipe organ and to the church so he can practice, so maybe I can use his portable. I’ll have to see how much time I’ll have once school starts. Robb will be getting his A.R.C.T. so he is a year ahead of me,” Ryan said.

“Let me know how it works out. I’d hate to see you give it up. We’re going for brunch with Ted and your aunt now so please lock up when you leave if we aren’t home by then,” he said.

Ryan put in another hour at the piano then slipped upstairs and had a thirty-minute workout on his Bowflex machine, collected a pile of clothes his mom had washed and folded, leaving most of his clothes behind pending inheriting Jesse’s closet.
**

“I’m looking for Scott Williams - he is one of my roommates. I’m Ryan Roberts.”

“Hold that thought for a minute. I’ll be with you in a moment,” the nurse said.
“Doctor, how is Williams?”

“He came through again. Did you get his blood chemistry report yet?”

“Everything is normal. His electrolytes are within range.”

“He was talking about having a lesson on the organ at Convocation Hall here in Toronto when we got his heart started. Perhaps he had a dream or remembered an event from another time. We need to keep an eye on him,” the doctor said.

“Now Mr. Roberts -- Ryan, sorry about the interruption, but we lost Scott twice today. When he regains consciousness, he talks about having an organ lesson and we’re at a loss,” she said, drawing imaginary circles in the air while pointing at her head.

“I won’t stay long.”
**

“Scott, how’s my friend?”

“Hey handsome! Great to see you. What’s up, Ryan?”

“Same old. Woke up this morning all alone so I went home to practice, worked out on my Bowflex, got a hug from dad which is really strange because he doesn’t show love like that. It felt good, though. Strangely, he asked how I was going to practice piano so I told him you were getting a digital piano for Robb. I had the feeling he was going to suggest I move our grand to the loft but he stopped short. I picked up some clothes too.”

“You’re welcome to bring your piano. There’s lots of space and I expect it would sound good but it might be better to leave it for awhile. We assume Vlad is cured but still, we are all young. If anything happened to Vlad, I’d hope you would stay on at the loft because we all love you. Vlad’s a lovable guy. He grows on me more by the day. I don’t think I told anybody but the reason I was caught in the cottage fire is because I ran back in to get the gold chain Vlad just gave me as a friendship gesture. Stupid move, I know.
Vlad and Robb were here this morning. Come here, sit closer because I can’t talk very loud. My health isn’t good. I died twice today. Okay, I need to let you in on a secret. Vlad and I have a huge organ on order for Robb to use for practice. Don’t tell anyone. We want it to be a total surprise for him. This is where it gets a little freaky. Twice today and while I was in the air ambulance my heart stopped and I was transported to Neverland. It’s always the same. I’m taking organ lessons from this Fred guy who is real old and was a concert organist. I looked him up on the internet and if it’s the same guy, he died in 1982. I should shut my mouth. The doctors think I’m crazy, but it’s so real. The first time my lesson was at St. James cathedral. The second one, get ready, was on the organ that we ordered for Robb, down in Pennsylvania. I phoned him later this morning to make some modifications and he told me when he got to his workshop that the computer in the organ was warm. Of course, it was warm because I had been playing it!
I didn’t tell him that, but I’ll tell you what I told Vlad. It is bloody fantastic, better than the cathedral and better than the 4 manual 74 stop organ at Convocation Hall at U of T, which I just now had a lesson on with Fred. I was learning Bach’s Sinfonia from Cantata 29 “Wir danken dir, Gott” (We thank you, God) BWV 29. The organ has 149 stops from a new concert organ in Budapest and 12 pipe organ stops, which makes it twice the size of Convocation Hall and three times the size of Robb’s church. I want to get out of here because the organ is coming Friday night and will take a couple of days to install and voice. It would be nice if I got better, but Fred is a really good teacher. I’m playing stuff I never dreamed of playing before all this happened. I’m more turned on to music than I’ve ever been. Give me a hug, Ryan. I’m really scared! We’re going to need all the help we can get from the team to get it up to the loft. The console weighs about 800 pounds and the pipe unit is about that much too,” I said.

“God, Scott, you never think small, but I’m really worried about your health. Who will take care of you when you come home from the hospital?” Ryan asked.

“I have two ideas. Aaron is going crazy being away while I have serious health issues. He doesn’t start school until the Tuesday after your wedding, so he could fly here this weekend then drive back with his twin and Olivier, the French boy. I can afford to pay him what he is earning at the restaurant. Adam has a roommate who is quite compatible, so I think the twins could be apart for a month.
The other idea is the Scottish lad who was Adam’s co-worker at the bank. He is gay but not out and lives with strict religious parents. I met him once and was really impressed,” I said.

“Scott, you couldn’t look me in the eye when you talked about him. I know you! Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, he is a nice kid, let’s see, how would I describe him, in no particular order, black hair, bright blue eyes like headlights, big yummy intact cock, small black bush with a light musk scent, oh yeah, he always cums twice and he is really sweet. I’ll text you his phone number and address.”

“You are incorrigible,” Ryan said, while giving Scott a hug. “Why not hire both of them? One can rest and recharge while you kill yourself with the other one.”

“So, you think I’m a whore?”

“We’ve established that; we’re just arguing about the price!” Ryan chuckled.

“I’d like Aaron to be here. I try to pretend I’ll be fine but I’ve died three times since Saturday night. I need to take some action. Aaron would be hurt the most if I died without him seeing me. Vlad wants to leave college to take care of me because I’ve taken care of him but my love for him gets in the way. I think it’s more important that he stays in college. I’d like Adam to be here too but he has school. Can you check Porter Air for seats on flights from Ottawa to Toronto? I don’t really want him seeing me in my present condition. I have to get out of here on Friday because the organ comes. Perhaps he could come next weekend. Give him a call, see what works for him and get Vlad to book it. He has my credit card,” I said, as I held Ryan close to me.

“I love you, Scott.”

“And I love you and Vlad so much. I was falling for both of you but I didn’t want to ruin things with Jesse. You guys hit it off and I encouraged it, thinking friends with benefits would be more palatable for Jesse. Unfortunately, I fell in love with Jesse’s body. Turns out he’s an all or nothing guy. Dear Ryan, I blame myself for being so naive. I need to tell him it can’t work. I’ll help him with rent if he is in trouble financially. I don’t hate him. I’m positive he didn’t want me dead. This might shock you but I want to have rough sex with him.
While I’m fessing up, Mr. Roberts, you are the hottest guy I have ever seen. Your body on a scale of 1 to 10 goes to 11 and your heart goes even higher. I had a mental picture of you from Ted telling me about you and I knew you would be unbelievably good looking, and told the guys that you even sound cute on the phone. Even so, I wasn’t prepared for the perfect package of young manhood named Ryan Roberts. Every piece of you fits perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle, the eyes, short black spiky hair, the tan, and your muscles in short, everything except the sibilance which I loved but assumed you hated. I almost exploded when you did that squat with one leg in front of you. I wanted to bury my face down there and hug your legs,” I said.

Ryan turned crimson. “I don’t get how beautiful people have a hard time being complimented on their looks. Maybe guys aren’t told very often. Even with my dishwater blond hair, I’m partial to blonds. James is blond and very hot, but all of the others have black or brown hair. Guess I don’t have a type.”

“My hair isn’t black, it’s dark brown. The product makes it look black. Ted described you as good looking but it wouldn’t have made any difference. He had so many good things to say about you, I swear I was in love with you before I even saw you, and you were gay and so was I, then there was that wet dream I had, and I walked into your loft and you were the stud on the swim team in charge of my initiation. I fell for Vlad when we kissed. If he were to die I’d be crushed. If you died, too, I know I couldn’t handle it. I want to make love with you right now,” Ryan said.

“No more than I want to, but I’ll settle for a few kisses.”

We could have pulled the curtain around for privacy but the urgency precluded it. We were both boned to the max. The love attached to the kisses was exciting as was peering into those clear, crystal blue eyes.

“Get the Hell well, Scott. Vlad and I want to make love to you. We’ll make room for Aaron. I’ll call or text you regarding Aaron.”
With a squeeze of Scott’s leg, Ryan was gone, leaving Scott with a silly grin on his face.

To be continued ...

 

[DonQuixote]

Sheep,
Intense. No other word - maybe a bit surreal - what with the ethereal visits to play the organ with the master who passed on thirty four years ago!

Scott needs to completely recover - we don't want either him or Vlad departing any time soon.

 

[DonQuixote]

I think I may have seen Scott's "Dr. Strange" ephemeral self on Saturday at "The MAG" (Memorial Art Gallery of the University of Rochester). I think he heard about the Baroque performances on Thursday nights with students from the Eastman School of Music and a "renowned" artist on the 3rd Thursday of the month.

Here's what I saw him fingering...

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http://www.esm.rochester.edu/organ/instruments/italian-baroque/

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5066165

And this:

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[sheep]

I think I may have seen Scott's "Dr. Strange" ephemeral self on Saturday at "The MAG" (Memorial Art Gallery of the University of Rochester). I think he heard about the Baroque performances on Thursday nights with students from the Eastman School of Music and a "renowned" artist on the 3rd Thursday of the month.

Here's what I saw him fingering...

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http://www.esm.rochester.edu/organ/instruments/italian-baroque/

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5066165

And this:

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Did he look like this?

 

[DonQuixote]

I only saw him from the back.