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And now that I've had a chance to read everything - from the in depth organ work to the INDEPTH "ORGAN" work!
I think I have to go take care of sticky shorts now, lol.
I think I have to go take care of sticky shorts now, lol.
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Hey "Sheep"! 
You, and "Flash" are in my thoughts, and I trust you two are all sassy, and happy, now!
Thank you for the continuing story.
I do Love those guys, and You Guys, too!
Chaz
You, and "Flash" are in my thoughts, and I trust you two are all sassy, and happy, now!
Thank you for the continuing story.
I do Love those guys, and You Guys, too!
Chaz
I've had a problem with the software in which Swim Team is created. I didn't lose the story so no tears yet. I use an application called Story Mill which is a word processor connected to a bunch of databases with metadata searches. It's really nice but a link must have broken. I write by the chapter but can search through the entire novel. At least I could until September. The publisher is working with me on this and my hope is to come up with a fix. Since my writing slowed down and the word count approaches 400,000 (the size of 4 or 5 normal novels) I need to perform searches of what I've done quite frequently for continuity.
I do have another chapter ready to upload but this software glitch has taken my eyes off the ball. Please don't give up because I haven't quit. Hopefully there will be another chapter in time for Christmas. The story, however, is still in September.
I do have another chapter ready to upload but this software glitch has taken my eyes off the ball. Please don't give up because I haven't quit. Hopefully there will be another chapter in time for Christmas. The story, however, is still in September.
Sure, we know the REAL reason. You got all of the boys to help move you and Flash to your new digs and by the time you'd "paid" them for their help you were exhausted, but had a HUGE smile on your face...
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Chapter ninety three
Previously;
With a sense of relief, I decided to check my email, then perhaps try to get some sleep for a change. That plan went out the window when I saw a text from Aaron saying he would be here tomorrow morning and an email from Vlad marked NSFW with a link. I stuffed the earbuds in my ears and streamed the video from the cloud.
I was overwhelmed that they would put the effort in this film just for me, and with how stimulating it was watching my friends making love. I missed the friendship, love and lovemaking which was very much part of my life now. It affected me on so many levels, not the least of which was sexual. I longed to replace Ryan for a few seconds, my estimate of how long I could keep from ejaculating. In fact, when Ryan climaxed, I did the same, hands free. When I saw the thick cum blast through Vlad’s jock, I adjusted my package resulting in triggering a second explosion.
The thought of Aaron being beside me tomorrow weighed heavily on my emotions. It was only a week since I left Aaron in Ottawa but it felt like six months.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**
At the loft, the morning routine was showing some signs of taking hold. Everyone got up at the same time and showered together which improved communications. With Scott away and Jesse “self-voted off the island” for the time being, and with Danny and Brad alternating between PH1 and PH2 it was almost lonely at the loft. Vlad was normally sequestered in the library in his new role as “interim CEO” pending Scott’s return, or was visiting him at the hospital. School was getting into a routine which relieved some stress from Vlad and Ryan, but added to their workload.
Prior to swim practice, Robb handed out maps to the team members, directions to the loft for the first of many get-togethers for the team to socialize, drink beer, and eat their way through a few pizzas. Unknown to Robb was the fact that they would be commandeered for a small moving job at the Friday beer bash. Small as in just a few tonnes.
**
Thursday morning, I made a final call to Tony Scott, the organ-builder, to tell him to check his email for directions.
“Be sure to fill the truck at a truck stop well before Buffalo. On I-90 North take Exit 53, merging onto I-190 North/Niagara Thruway North, then take Exit 9 toward Peace Bridge/Ft. Erie Canada.
Peace Bridge becomes Queen Elizabeth Way, which becomes the Gardiner Expressway in Toronto. Continue East toward downtown Toronto to Jarvis Street Exit 155 and follow the enclosed map for the last few blocks to the loft and back up to the loading dock.
The run from Philly to Toronto is about 480 miles and eight hours with no stops. If you haven’t already done so, put my cell into your favourites and call me from the border and from Oakville so I can get the crew on site and the beer cold,” I said.
“I’ve sent all the paperwork, invoice, etc. to Vlad, and I’m going to get the truck after lunch. Some lads from the high school promised to help load the truck after football practice so I’ll be ready to roll out of here early Friday morning. I’m looking forward to finally meeting you,” he said.
**
“Why didn’t you tell me flying was so much fun? I had a ball!”
“Aaron, does that mean you’re at the island airport now?”
“I am, and I hardly slept worrying about you but I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m full of piss and vinegar as Aunt Marie always said, and I’m looking forward to taking care of you!”
“Get to the loft, grab the truck keys and break me out of this place, take me home and give me a long hot shower, then cuddle with me. Drive safely because I need you bad.”
**
“Good morning, Scott.”
“Oh no, Fred! I really didn’t want to die today -- I thought they got my health problems under control, and was waiting for Aaron to break me out of the hospital...”
“Who is Aaron? One of your teammates?”
“It’s complicated. Caul, an associate of my dad’s saved him and his twin Adam from self destruction, and shortly after I was entertaining them and the swim team at our cottage and Caul drowned and subsequently I became an executor of his estate but also became a very close friend to both of them, and an unofficial father figure and would do anything for them. In fact Vlad and I enrolled them in school in Ottawa. Aaron flew home to take care of me. We love each other a lot. Like I said, it’s complicated.”
“Oh! Your life sounds intriguing. Tell me more.”
“You saw the organ. Vlad and I decided to get something for our teammate, Robb. He had been repeatedly r@ped by his half-brother. When he told me I took him to his place, we loaded his possessions in the truck and he moved in with me so I could keep him safe. He had terrible nightmares about his brother and his worrying caused an ulcer and the doctor told him to take six months off singing. He switched to organ because he’s very active in that church where I commented on the creepy creaking sounds while I was learning the Gigue fugue. In fact it was him seated in a pew that made the noise waiting for “my lesson” to end.
Anyway I’m getting off track. He is an awesome guy and the unofficial captain of our swim team. I know it’s difficult getting practice time on an organ at U of T so we looked into a virtual pipe organ and found the Rodgers console you saw in Pennsylvania and worked with the owner developing it into a very capable concert organ. It is being delivered tomorrow and it’s a secret. I’m also giving him a digital keyboard. He is working on his ARCT this year,” I said.
“True about getting keyboard time. I was a music prof at UBC starting in 1975. Same situation there. Prior to that, while on the concert circuit, I gave many recitals on Rodgers “Black Beauty” in the 70’s. They were well built and sounded good with lots of speakers. That organ was made for Virgil Fox. There were actually two identical organs, one in Canada and the other in America. My manager was also Virgil’s so we didn’t have any scheduling conflicts. It was better than most of the pipe organs I had to play. At least it stayed in tune and didn’t cipher.
So Scott, what is happening with your health? Have they told you anything yet?”
“My potassium is very low. They tell me it’s easy to regulate it. In fact, I’ve been on an IV drip of the stuff. I think it just hasn’t had time to get to the correct concentration. They also wanted to implant something in my chest to shock the heart if it stops but I don’t want to have that done. When the doctor comes back I’m going to ask him about buying a defibrillator and make sure all my loft-mates know how to use it. Maybe we could have saved Caul if we had one in the boat.”
“Just don’t blame yourself. These things happen. I’m sure it was an accident,” Fred said.
“I’m still concerned with Vlad’s health issues. He had a relapse of leukemia and won’t go through chemo for it. I’ve done research and got him on mega doses of vitamin D3 and other things and he appears to be fine now.”
“I know.”
“I told you he is marrying his boyfriend Ryan next month. His grandmother is coming from Ukraine for the wedding and has sent money to buy a used concert grand for them,” I said.
“Yes you did, and I think that’s bloody marvelous. My mother was a concert pianist and was my first teacher. Vlad will be fine -- Scott, you are like an angel. You use the tools you’ve been given for the good of others, even the twin’s mother.”
“I’m anxious to get out the hospital. Vlad has been running everything in my absence and I know he is getting tired of it, but he also said when he is doing my work it’s like my brain is doing it,” I said.
Fred smiled.
“You usually choose your friends wisely. When you don’t, bad things happen. Things will turn out for the best at the end of the day. Stay positive. What Henry Ford said applies to your circle, not just you. Keep believing in yourself. People are capable of far more if they take the brakes off their imagination and steer past self-doubt. You wanted a boathouse with a cottage above so the fire wasn’t a total disaster.”
“I wish you could come to the wedding as a friend.”
“I’ll be with you but it’ll be your hands playing ‘Trumpet Voluntary’. If you need any more help, I’ll be there,” Fred said.
My hearing and sight started changing. “I hear those electronic hospital sounds. Bye for now, Fred.”
“My love to your mates.”
And it was over.
**
“We can’t increase the drip rate on your IV. It’s too risky. We’ll get you a snack. You need some solid food,” the nurse said.
“What I need is to get out of here. My friend is on his way to take me home. May I talk to the cardiologist?” I asked.
“Yes, right away Mr. Williams.”
“You wanted to see me?”
“I guess the potassium didn’t get to the correct range yet?”
“That’s right.”
“Hear me out Doctor. I’m not keen on having a cardioverter implanted. I think the potassium has a good chance of fixing me. I’ve looked online and a portable defibrillator is under $2,000. I was joking before but if I got one and all my loft mates were trained to use it, I could save the health plan $48,000 and have a piece of gear to carry in the car and boat and perhaps save another life. I don’t care if it’s me paying for it.
I need to get out of here today. Could you give me a prescription for one and tell me where I can pick it up? My buddy is on his way here now to take me home. I need you to sign some paperwork to release me. Does it sound like a plan?” I asked.
“This is an unusual way of discharging you, but it should be relatively safe. Besides, we can’t keep you here against your wishes. I’ll give you a note to get potassium at the drug store, just ask the pharmacist. It’s called Slow-K® 600 mg. Pick up a bunch of bananas too and eat two a day and a glass of orange juice. I’ll get started on the discharge papers, Mr. Williams,” he said.
**
I received a text from Vlad who was bored in a lecture on Victorian dress design elements and asked if the spreadsheet for the cottage contents claim was okay and should he send it so I told him to go through the A/V folder for the stereo equipment at the cottage and the camera and lenses and add all that to it. I told him Aaron should be arriving any minute and they were working on my discharge.
**
“Well, hey there stranger,” Aaron said as he stormed into the room launching himself on my bed.
I grabbed my phone and took a couple of shots of the boy looking better than I’d seen him, with a lovely tan and his hazel eyes with the gold band around the iris making him model material.
“Pull the curtain around the bed while I send these photos to Vlad, then give me a kiss.”
It was a kiss sweeter than I could imagine. I thought my imagination was making me remember Aaron way better looking than he really was, but the opposite was true. He looked amazing. My mind was going to a dark place. Aaron hugged me and held me tightly, and sobbed softly.
“I thought I’d never see you again but I kept getting waves of relief from Vlad when he told me you were okay, then I had a feeling while driving to the hospital that you were with that organist again and I almost lost it.”
“Fred is amazing. We didn’t have a lesson today, we just talked. He knows stuff I didn’t even tell him. Freaked me out. He told me bad things happen when I don’t choose my friends carefully, then he talked about the cottage burning as not such a bad thing because I wanted a boathouse with a cottage over it. I wonder if he gave me a warning to part ways with Jesse? I wanted to have revenge sex with Jesse but seeing you again -- I just want to hold you, Aaron. You inspire me.”
“It was the worst day of my life when I found out about the fire. It’s been pure Hell waiting to come see you. I brought you a change of clothes and Vlad left this fat envelope for you too, so what are we waiting for?” he asked.
“I guess I should get dressed so when the doctor comes back, we’ll be able to check out.”
He helped me get out of the wretched hospital gowns and into my normal attire while raising little Scott’s blood pressure.
“There, you look somewhat human again, but you really look like shit. Haven’t you slept at all?”
“Actually, no I haven’t. Come to think of it, You look like you’ve lost weight, but you’re still sexy. Don’t they feed you at the restaurant?”
“Yeah, they do but I skip breakfast and lunch and pig out on the school’s free dinner. I’ve been hanging around the pool in my black Speedo. Losing weight makes my bulge look bigger.”
I fanned myself with that visual creating dirty thoughts.
“Mr. Williams, I think you are all set to go. I got you a few Potassium pills and a script for a defibrillator, and a requisition for blood work for electrolytes to be done in two days. You can get your results online. If any are out of range see your family doctor. Be sure to get Slow-K® and eat some bananas...”
“Doc, I’ll make sure he has a banana with each meal,” Aaron said, with a slightly maleficent smile.
“A volunteer will wheel you to the exit. Be careful with your balance.”
“Thanks, doctor,” I said.
**
The medical devices store was a few blocks away. I managed to buy a factory refurb with full warranty at a discounted price and got a demonstration video on its proper use, so I retrieved my wallet from the brown envelope, paid, and carried it to the truck. Aaron stopped at the pharmacy for me to buy Slow-K® then the green grocer on the way home. I felt confident with his driving.
Seeing the loft building was comforting as was the way Aaron hooked his arm around me when we walked, making me feel safe and secure because my legs had atrophied from the 5 days in bed. Playing the eight bar theme of the Passacaglia on an air organ’s pedalboard wasn’t sufficient exercise. Walking into PH1 was emotional. I was home after being in Neverland several times, feeling lucky to be alive and luckier to have Aaron taking care of me.
**
“Scott, It’s time for a banana.”
“Can we have a shower first? I stink,” I said.
“Eat this!” he demanded, stuffing a banana in my hand.
“Oh, that kind of banana. Figured you would peel it as you do with your own banana.” I gave him a little squeeze.
"Let’s watch the video. I don’t want to put the paddles on your family jewels, not that they need reviving, obviously!”
We had a glass of orange juice while we watched how to restart my heart if it quit, then climbed two flights of stairs, dropped our overnight bags in the spare bedroom, stripped each other and headed to the shower after giving “little” Aaron a kiss on the head.
“I’m so out of shape that I’m huffing and puffing after two flights of stairs. Fat lot of good I’ll be on the swim team.”
“I thought my cock made you pant?”
“No, it made me drool. I missed the taste of you. I missed everything about you, actually.” I said.
“Shall I turn on the shower now?”
I smiled, wagged my head back and forth while staring into his addictive mesmerizing eyes, and sank to my knees in front of him inhaling his musk, opened my mouth and surprised myself by not having a gag reflex after such a long time without practice.
“My turn.”
“No. Turn on the watering can shower head and we can wash each other. I don’t care if we run out of hot water. I want to be clean.”
I sat on the floor by his feet directly under the shower head. Aaron started shampooing my yucky hair as I moaned with the sensation of Aaron’s strong boy fingers digging deep into my dirty scalp. The feeling was so sensory that it was overloading my pleasure centre. The vision of him in front of me with a semi only inches from my mouth made me fully hard while he rinsed my hair and continued with two more shampoo applications followed by conditioner. Next he washed my back while standing in front of me which put his junk pressing against my lips. He offered me the soap so I stroked his boy bubble ass with my soapy palms. He moaned when I concentrated on his entrance, working my finger in deeper while kissing what was in front of me.
We rinsed using the hand shower and I stood up to wash his chest and pits while he soaped up both of our cocks and rubbed them together like he was trying to start a fire in the woods and did, then worked on our balls. I was in a dream-like trance watching him and looking in his hazel eyes with the multitude of colour flecks in the iris.
“That shampoo was the most erotic thing ever, Aaron. There’s nothing you could do to make me love you more!”
“I think I can move the bar higher,” he chuckled, and worked on my hole with his slender fingers.
I definitely felt the stretch when he switched to two fingers. He was reading my mind. As much as I wanted to breed his boy-pussy, for the sake of my heart I thought it might be safer if I bottomed. We finished our showers with Aaron exfoliating my face, then washing me from shoulders to toes with the scrunchy thing which was more aggressive than a washcloth at ridding any lingering hospital dirt and cottage smoke from my pores. I finished washing his sexy, beautifully cared for feet. I got carried away and sucked his toes while watching the smile break out on his face.
“Aaron, I didn’t get a chance to shampoo your hair!”
He hugged me and gave me a kiss, and slowly settled on his bum in front of me. I soaked his hair with the hand shower and massaged in some shampoo into his beautiful head of thick brown hair, deep down to the scalp. I proved myself wrong. By the angle of my dangle, I enjoyed giving more than getting. My head was pulsing I was so excited, and then Aaron slipped me into his mouth and pressed his tongue what felt like all the way into my urethra repeatedly, coaxing copious amounts of pre-cum.
I rinsed the shampoo out and gave him another application while his fingers penetrated me again and his other hand played with my balls which were quite painful from so much need for sex.
“Squeeze them. You know how,” I said.
“Finish my hair, then squeeze mine at the same time.”
He was working his third finger in me by the time I finished his hair.
“You squeeze like a little girl. Do it like Adam does!”
Not one to lose to Adam, as much as I loved him, I recalled Adam was never afraid of a little pain, especially when he was the giver, so I reefed on them, squeezing a loud sigh.
“Scott, You lost all your strength in the hospital. Maybe you should punch them.”
I got down on my knees behind him and pressed my tongue into his not-so-secret passage, licked up and down, reached around and played with his perfect foreskin with my right hand and clamped my stronger left around his sack and gave it my all.
“Now that feels exactly like my twin. We’ve done it for years so when step-dad did it, It didn’t even hurt. Actually it pissed him off, may he rest in Hell,” Aaron said.
“Aaron...”
“Yes, Scott?”
“Let’s get in bed. I want you to fuck me really hard, like Adam does. I need you inside me desperately. After dying so many times, I don’t want to wait for the thing I need so badly because... well, just screw me, love.”
We played tongue hockey under the watering-can shower for a few minutes while we rubbed our big dicks together. I pulled his foreskin partly over my thick glans, marvelling at the smooth, slightly sticky fluid it seeped.
“Sorry I can’t cover your entire cock head. I do with Adam, but nobody is as thick as you.”
We grabbed towels off the heated rack and lovingly pat-dried each other with our rainbow coloured bath towels, kissed, and went to the bedroom in time to get a call from Vlad who was worried about me and wondered what’s up.
“I’m really tired but wanted a shower so Aaron and I washed each other and he is going to put me to bed for a nap soon. Come wake me up when you get home from practice. It’s so good to be home and great to be with Aaron after what seems like such a long time,” I said.
“Save some for me.”
“There’s 5 nights saved up. Not anticipating a shortage.”
**
“Aaron, let’s have an undress rehearsal for the defibrillator. Just don’t actually press the button. Do it now!”
He responded immediately and followed the instructions from the video like a pro. I knew I was in good hands. After returning the defibrillator to the other bed, He slipped between the sheets, slid over until he spooned with me, his huge cock filling my crack. His arm draped over my chest with his fingers touching my lips and his elbow rubbing my pubes.
“Babes, I want you inside me.”
“Guess I better get on with it. I think enough pre-cum has dripped in your ass for me to slip in all the way, but all the shower play has me so close to exploding,” Aaron said.
“And mine, too. Do anything you want. Pain is no problem so long as I know you will do something to make me cum.”
He rolled me on my back and reversed his direction starting by chewing on my balls. I licked his freshly shaved smooth balls like they were on an ice cream cone on a hot day. His fist circled mine giving them an intense squeeze that hurt really good. My tongue forced its way between his foreskin and glans and drank some of the sweet natural lube my boy was making for me. I needed to lick all of his body, and what a perfect place to start. I sucked him with a burning passion while stuffing my slick finger in his ass, playing hardball with the same hand while I inhaled every inch of his dancing ten inch dick.
“If I was inside you now, I’m sure I could pop one off without even moving. I’m so in love with you, Scott!”
“I want you to. My brain is so overwhelmed with the sight in my mind of the he-man sized boy-cock on a loveable boy two years younger than me but feeling like the most masculine guy ever to take me,” I said.
Somehow we ended up mutually tongue probing again which released a big stream of my lube against his hardened and reddened schlong. I planned to call his cock Jupiter, Bringer of Joy after Gustav Holst’s Symphony “The Planets.” I moistened my hole with it and sat on it, settling on all of it. Once inside me I bounced on it making me see stars with every hard landing.
“I’m close,” we both said at the same time.
“Fuck me harder. Fuck me as hard as you can. Try to outdo Adam...”
He was now lying on top of me with his 125 lb. 5’ 7” flat tummied, twink boy-frame, forcing his most definitely manly equipped organ deep into me. A reach-around is all it took for both of us to explode. The after-shocks were spectacular when his vice-like hand clamped on my aching balls. His cum felt like a firehose on full power against my prostate. If my heart was going to quit, it would have after that.
He stayed plugged into me as his dick twitches continued to milk me a few drops at a time causing ass spasms which in turn caused Jupiter to flex which caused me to spasm.
Aaron rolled me out of the way as he licked my cum off the sheet and fed it to me, then lifted my ass in the air and sucked his ball-juice out of me, and fed that to me as well.
“Babes, that reminded me of when we jerked each other off on the hood of your ‘Vette. That was so hot. Have you been taking French sex lessons from Olivier’s of Paris?”
“Scott, I admit we were really good but maybe because Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder. I can’t wait to take Oliv. He stays in amazing shape, nice abs and pecs without an ounce of fat, and he cums more than I do.”
We needed to pee so we went together and used the communal urinal, holding each other. I was overjoyed to have Aaron back for awhile. He put me to bed and got under the covers facing me. The idea was for me to sleep until the others got home from swim practice. I was looking forward to sleep because I didn’t get any in the hospital. I had to hold hands with him.
“I can’t wait to get a new cottage/boathouse built over the winter. Maybe when you complete your course, you guys will come up to Muskoka and we can cruise the lake in the launch that Vlad gave me. We can pretend we’re kids in 1970, screwing around in daddy’s launch!”
“Well Adam might take a summer semester and continue working at the bank, so I might leave him behind for a few weeks. That way we could spend some time alone -- just you and me so I can show you what Oliv taught me...”
“Or invite him for a brief holiday at the lake with us. Do you think he would be into a week of three-ways?” I asked.
“He likes guys a bit older and thinks you are hot, and asked me the same question, so look forward to plowing his hole with your thick dick while I ram yours.”
“Is everything going well with your job? How is Chris working out? Is everybody happy?”
“Chris had dinner with Bruce, the bank manager, and phoned around 11 to say he was staying the night. Adam and I laughed about that. We gathered that he wasn’t the “go slow” kind of guy, so it was no surprise. He hasn’t divulged who bottomed, though. They talk every night for awhile and they were going to have him over for dinner on my next day off but... quelle surprise -- I’m here! Maybe they will order a pizza. We haven’t had any arguments but I resent that he includes himself in bed with me and my twin most of the time. I love my bro and miss quality time.”
“Have you discussed it with Adam?”
“Adam thinks we should be more obvious with affection, then get up, go into the bedroom and close the door. Do you think it would be rude?"
“It’s where you should start. If he still doesn’t understand your need for private time with Adam, your bro will have to have a heart-to-heart. Could be dangerous. You don’t want to embarrass him and have him give his notice...”
“On the other hand we don’t want to exclude him as he is great in bed. I like sucking his big willy. It’s something we never had to deal with. In a way Chris is limiting my access to my twin. We’ve always been 100% there for each other so I feel like my best friend has been taken away. If you remember when we were in a foster home, the old bitch wouldn’t allow us in our twin’s room so we ran for life, out the front door and didn’t stop running until we were exhausted. That’s when we decided if we couldn’t be with each other, we wouldn’t be anymore, and tried to get razor blades.
Adam is getting along well in school and at the bank. He works an afternoon and a morning during the week and every other Saturday. That combined with swim team kept Adam and Chris busy and their sex drive is off the charts after swimming so maybe they can get off when they arrive home, leaving us twins to love each other all night. Scott, can we talk about the organ lessons?”
“Sure we can. I’ve been aware of your presence while in Neverland, like you are watching from behind a screen. Vlad connects with me too but the strangest one was when Robb came into his church while I was having a lesson. As strange as it is, it’s noteworthy because of who wasn’t part of it, like Jesse, and James who I loved before I knew what love was, and Ryan who I adore, and Danny who I’ve known for years and was curious about the size of his cock,” I said.
“What happens when you die or is it like an exclusive club where you aren’t allowed to reveal secrets to people?”
“If it is, I didn’t get the memo. I’ll tell you before I forget about it. The first one was when I was in the air ambulance. I saw a bright white light, the noise subsided, and the pain left my body. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I was greeted by an old man at the cathedral. He was playing the organ. Apparently, I was there for a lesson. He’s British, cultured, with a dry wit. His name is Fred. And could he play that beautiful big 4 manual Casavant pipe organ! I lost track of the number of times I died but if I add up the organs, that should tell me.
The next one was the organ we have on order for Robb. It was in a workshop and I wondered why it only had 4 ranks of pipes. Tomorrow it will be here. It will be nice to see it again. It sounds excellent. Fred was curious how this small workshop had the acoustics of a cathedral, so I attempted to explain it. My investigation revealed that Fred was indeed a well known Canadian concert organist who died in 1982. Then there was the big organ at U of T Convocation Hall, a couple of lessons at Robb’s church, and Metropolitan United. So six times I died. It’s always the light, lack of pain, and that I can sight read very well because I couldn’t before. Mainly, he had me playing some of the most difficult works on the first time which is impossible. I’m trying to put that out of my head because I know I could do it. Even Robb heard me playing. I just have to believe the words of Henry Ford, “Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t--you’re right.” Fred drilled that into my head. It’s bril! Never underestimate the power of positive thinking. Now can I ask you something? Do you and Adam ever get mad at each other?”
“Seriously, he pisses me off when he plays the “older” twin card. He popped out 7 minutes before me. I hate it when he talks like an old philosopher saying “when I was your age” or “you’ll thank me when you get older and see what I’ve had to deal with.”
“Now that is funny. Kiss me good night. I wish we could talk all night but I need sleep. I wish we could fall asleep in each other’s arms but you’re on duty and you need to watch over me. If my heart stops I’ll quit breathing so hold on to me so you can feel if I’m breathing.”
“No worries. I’ll never let you down. Remember, I picked you. Adam is my brother.
To be continued ...
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Chapter ninety three
Previously;
With a sense of relief, I decided to check my email, then perhaps try to get some sleep for a change. That plan went out the window when I saw a text from Aaron saying he would be here tomorrow morning and an email from Vlad marked NSFW with a link. I stuffed the earbuds in my ears and streamed the video from the cloud.
I was overwhelmed that they would put the effort in this film just for me, and with how stimulating it was watching my friends making love. I missed the friendship, love and lovemaking which was very much part of my life now. It affected me on so many levels, not the least of which was sexual. I longed to replace Ryan for a few seconds, my estimate of how long I could keep from ejaculating. In fact, when Ryan climaxed, I did the same, hands free. When I saw the thick cum blast through Vlad’s jock, I adjusted my package resulting in triggering a second explosion.
The thought of Aaron being beside me tomorrow weighed heavily on my emotions. It was only a week since I left Aaron in Ottawa but it felt like six months.
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**
At the loft, the morning routine was showing some signs of taking hold. Everyone got up at the same time and showered together which improved communications. With Scott away and Jesse “self-voted off the island” for the time being, and with Danny and Brad alternating between PH1 and PH2 it was almost lonely at the loft. Vlad was normally sequestered in the library in his new role as “interim CEO” pending Scott’s return, or was visiting him at the hospital. School was getting into a routine which relieved some stress from Vlad and Ryan, but added to their workload.
Prior to swim practice, Robb handed out maps to the team members, directions to the loft for the first of many get-togethers for the team to socialize, drink beer, and eat their way through a few pizzas. Unknown to Robb was the fact that they would be commandeered for a small moving job at the Friday beer bash. Small as in just a few tonnes.
**
Thursday morning, I made a final call to Tony Scott, the organ-builder, to tell him to check his email for directions.
“Be sure to fill the truck at a truck stop well before Buffalo. On I-90 North take Exit 53, merging onto I-190 North/Niagara Thruway North, then take Exit 9 toward Peace Bridge/Ft. Erie Canada.
Peace Bridge becomes Queen Elizabeth Way, which becomes the Gardiner Expressway in Toronto. Continue East toward downtown Toronto to Jarvis Street Exit 155 and follow the enclosed map for the last few blocks to the loft and back up to the loading dock.
The run from Philly to Toronto is about 480 miles and eight hours with no stops. If you haven’t already done so, put my cell into your favourites and call me from the border and from Oakville so I can get the crew on site and the beer cold,” I said.
“I’ve sent all the paperwork, invoice, etc. to Vlad, and I’m going to get the truck after lunch. Some lads from the high school promised to help load the truck after football practice so I’ll be ready to roll out of here early Friday morning. I’m looking forward to finally meeting you,” he said.
**
“Why didn’t you tell me flying was so much fun? I had a ball!”
“Aaron, does that mean you’re at the island airport now?”
“I am, and I hardly slept worrying about you but I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m full of piss and vinegar as Aunt Marie always said, and I’m looking forward to taking care of you!”
“Get to the loft, grab the truck keys and break me out of this place, take me home and give me a long hot shower, then cuddle with me. Drive safely because I need you bad.”
**
“Good morning, Scott.”
“Oh no, Fred! I really didn’t want to die today -- I thought they got my health problems under control, and was waiting for Aaron to break me out of the hospital...”
“Who is Aaron? One of your teammates?”
“It’s complicated. Caul, an associate of my dad’s saved him and his twin Adam from self destruction, and shortly after I was entertaining them and the swim team at our cottage and Caul drowned and subsequently I became an executor of his estate but also became a very close friend to both of them, and an unofficial father figure and would do anything for them. In fact Vlad and I enrolled them in school in Ottawa. Aaron flew home to take care of me. We love each other a lot. Like I said, it’s complicated.”
“Oh! Your life sounds intriguing. Tell me more.”
“You saw the organ. Vlad and I decided to get something for our teammate, Robb. He had been repeatedly r@ped by his half-brother. When he told me I took him to his place, we loaded his possessions in the truck and he moved in with me so I could keep him safe. He had terrible nightmares about his brother and his worrying caused an ulcer and the doctor told him to take six months off singing. He switched to organ because he’s very active in that church where I commented on the creepy creaking sounds while I was learning the Gigue fugue. In fact it was him seated in a pew that made the noise waiting for “my lesson” to end.
Anyway I’m getting off track. He is an awesome guy and the unofficial captain of our swim team. I know it’s difficult getting practice time on an organ at U of T so we looked into a virtual pipe organ and found the Rodgers console you saw in Pennsylvania and worked with the owner developing it into a very capable concert organ. It is being delivered tomorrow and it’s a secret. I’m also giving him a digital keyboard. He is working on his ARCT this year,” I said.
“True about getting keyboard time. I was a music prof at UBC starting in 1975. Same situation there. Prior to that, while on the concert circuit, I gave many recitals on Rodgers “Black Beauty” in the 70’s. They were well built and sounded good with lots of speakers. That organ was made for Virgil Fox. There were actually two identical organs, one in Canada and the other in America. My manager was also Virgil’s so we didn’t have any scheduling conflicts. It was better than most of the pipe organs I had to play. At least it stayed in tune and didn’t cipher.
So Scott, what is happening with your health? Have they told you anything yet?”
“My potassium is very low. They tell me it’s easy to regulate it. In fact, I’ve been on an IV drip of the stuff. I think it just hasn’t had time to get to the correct concentration. They also wanted to implant something in my chest to shock the heart if it stops but I don’t want to have that done. When the doctor comes back I’m going to ask him about buying a defibrillator and make sure all my loft-mates know how to use it. Maybe we could have saved Caul if we had one in the boat.”
“Just don’t blame yourself. These things happen. I’m sure it was an accident,” Fred said.
“I’m still concerned with Vlad’s health issues. He had a relapse of leukemia and won’t go through chemo for it. I’ve done research and got him on mega doses of vitamin D3 and other things and he appears to be fine now.”
“I know.”
“I told you he is marrying his boyfriend Ryan next month. His grandmother is coming from Ukraine for the wedding and has sent money to buy a used concert grand for them,” I said.
“Yes you did, and I think that’s bloody marvelous. My mother was a concert pianist and was my first teacher. Vlad will be fine -- Scott, you are like an angel. You use the tools you’ve been given for the good of others, even the twin’s mother.”
“I’m anxious to get out the hospital. Vlad has been running everything in my absence and I know he is getting tired of it, but he also said when he is doing my work it’s like my brain is doing it,” I said.
Fred smiled.
“You usually choose your friends wisely. When you don’t, bad things happen. Things will turn out for the best at the end of the day. Stay positive. What Henry Ford said applies to your circle, not just you. Keep believing in yourself. People are capable of far more if they take the brakes off their imagination and steer past self-doubt. You wanted a boathouse with a cottage above so the fire wasn’t a total disaster.”
“I wish you could come to the wedding as a friend.”
“I’ll be with you but it’ll be your hands playing ‘Trumpet Voluntary’. If you need any more help, I’ll be there,” Fred said.
My hearing and sight started changing. “I hear those electronic hospital sounds. Bye for now, Fred.”
“My love to your mates.”
And it was over.
**
“We can’t increase the drip rate on your IV. It’s too risky. We’ll get you a snack. You need some solid food,” the nurse said.
“What I need is to get out of here. My friend is on his way to take me home. May I talk to the cardiologist?” I asked.
“Yes, right away Mr. Williams.”
“You wanted to see me?”
“I guess the potassium didn’t get to the correct range yet?”
“That’s right.”
“Hear me out Doctor. I’m not keen on having a cardioverter implanted. I think the potassium has a good chance of fixing me. I’ve looked online and a portable defibrillator is under $2,000. I was joking before but if I got one and all my loft mates were trained to use it, I could save the health plan $48,000 and have a piece of gear to carry in the car and boat and perhaps save another life. I don’t care if it’s me paying for it.
I need to get out of here today. Could you give me a prescription for one and tell me where I can pick it up? My buddy is on his way here now to take me home. I need you to sign some paperwork to release me. Does it sound like a plan?” I asked.
“This is an unusual way of discharging you, but it should be relatively safe. Besides, we can’t keep you here against your wishes. I’ll give you a note to get potassium at the drug store, just ask the pharmacist. It’s called Slow-K® 600 mg. Pick up a bunch of bananas too and eat two a day and a glass of orange juice. I’ll get started on the discharge papers, Mr. Williams,” he said.
**
I received a text from Vlad who was bored in a lecture on Victorian dress design elements and asked if the spreadsheet for the cottage contents claim was okay and should he send it so I told him to go through the A/V folder for the stereo equipment at the cottage and the camera and lenses and add all that to it. I told him Aaron should be arriving any minute and they were working on my discharge.
**
“Well, hey there stranger,” Aaron said as he stormed into the room launching himself on my bed.
I grabbed my phone and took a couple of shots of the boy looking better than I’d seen him, with a lovely tan and his hazel eyes with the gold band around the iris making him model material.
“Pull the curtain around the bed while I send these photos to Vlad, then give me a kiss.”
It was a kiss sweeter than I could imagine. I thought my imagination was making me remember Aaron way better looking than he really was, but the opposite was true. He looked amazing. My mind was going to a dark place. Aaron hugged me and held me tightly, and sobbed softly.
“I thought I’d never see you again but I kept getting waves of relief from Vlad when he told me you were okay, then I had a feeling while driving to the hospital that you were with that organist again and I almost lost it.”
“Fred is amazing. We didn’t have a lesson today, we just talked. He knows stuff I didn’t even tell him. Freaked me out. He told me bad things happen when I don’t choose my friends carefully, then he talked about the cottage burning as not such a bad thing because I wanted a boathouse with a cottage over it. I wonder if he gave me a warning to part ways with Jesse? I wanted to have revenge sex with Jesse but seeing you again -- I just want to hold you, Aaron. You inspire me.”
“It was the worst day of my life when I found out about the fire. It’s been pure Hell waiting to come see you. I brought you a change of clothes and Vlad left this fat envelope for you too, so what are we waiting for?” he asked.
“I guess I should get dressed so when the doctor comes back, we’ll be able to check out.”
He helped me get out of the wretched hospital gowns and into my normal attire while raising little Scott’s blood pressure.
“There, you look somewhat human again, but you really look like shit. Haven’t you slept at all?”
“Actually, no I haven’t. Come to think of it, You look like you’ve lost weight, but you’re still sexy. Don’t they feed you at the restaurant?”
“Yeah, they do but I skip breakfast and lunch and pig out on the school’s free dinner. I’ve been hanging around the pool in my black Speedo. Losing weight makes my bulge look bigger.”
I fanned myself with that visual creating dirty thoughts.
“Mr. Williams, I think you are all set to go. I got you a few Potassium pills and a script for a defibrillator, and a requisition for blood work for electrolytes to be done in two days. You can get your results online. If any are out of range see your family doctor. Be sure to get Slow-K® and eat some bananas...”
“Doc, I’ll make sure he has a banana with each meal,” Aaron said, with a slightly maleficent smile.
“A volunteer will wheel you to the exit. Be careful with your balance.”
“Thanks, doctor,” I said.
**
The medical devices store was a few blocks away. I managed to buy a factory refurb with full warranty at a discounted price and got a demonstration video on its proper use, so I retrieved my wallet from the brown envelope, paid, and carried it to the truck. Aaron stopped at the pharmacy for me to buy Slow-K® then the green grocer on the way home. I felt confident with his driving.
Seeing the loft building was comforting as was the way Aaron hooked his arm around me when we walked, making me feel safe and secure because my legs had atrophied from the 5 days in bed. Playing the eight bar theme of the Passacaglia on an air organ’s pedalboard wasn’t sufficient exercise. Walking into PH1 was emotional. I was home after being in Neverland several times, feeling lucky to be alive and luckier to have Aaron taking care of me.
**
“Scott, It’s time for a banana.”
“Can we have a shower first? I stink,” I said.
“Eat this!” he demanded, stuffing a banana in my hand.
“Oh, that kind of banana. Figured you would peel it as you do with your own banana.” I gave him a little squeeze.
"Let’s watch the video. I don’t want to put the paddles on your family jewels, not that they need reviving, obviously!”
We had a glass of orange juice while we watched how to restart my heart if it quit, then climbed two flights of stairs, dropped our overnight bags in the spare bedroom, stripped each other and headed to the shower after giving “little” Aaron a kiss on the head.
“I’m so out of shape that I’m huffing and puffing after two flights of stairs. Fat lot of good I’ll be on the swim team.”
“I thought my cock made you pant?”
“No, it made me drool. I missed the taste of you. I missed everything about you, actually.” I said.
“Shall I turn on the shower now?”
I smiled, wagged my head back and forth while staring into his addictive mesmerizing eyes, and sank to my knees in front of him inhaling his musk, opened my mouth and surprised myself by not having a gag reflex after such a long time without practice.
“My turn.”
“No. Turn on the watering can shower head and we can wash each other. I don’t care if we run out of hot water. I want to be clean.”
I sat on the floor by his feet directly under the shower head. Aaron started shampooing my yucky hair as I moaned with the sensation of Aaron’s strong boy fingers digging deep into my dirty scalp. The feeling was so sensory that it was overloading my pleasure centre. The vision of him in front of me with a semi only inches from my mouth made me fully hard while he rinsed my hair and continued with two more shampoo applications followed by conditioner. Next he washed my back while standing in front of me which put his junk pressing against my lips. He offered me the soap so I stroked his boy bubble ass with my soapy palms. He moaned when I concentrated on his entrance, working my finger in deeper while kissing what was in front of me.
We rinsed using the hand shower and I stood up to wash his chest and pits while he soaped up both of our cocks and rubbed them together like he was trying to start a fire in the woods and did, then worked on our balls. I was in a dream-like trance watching him and looking in his hazel eyes with the multitude of colour flecks in the iris.
“That shampoo was the most erotic thing ever, Aaron. There’s nothing you could do to make me love you more!”
“I think I can move the bar higher,” he chuckled, and worked on my hole with his slender fingers.
I definitely felt the stretch when he switched to two fingers. He was reading my mind. As much as I wanted to breed his boy-pussy, for the sake of my heart I thought it might be safer if I bottomed. We finished our showers with Aaron exfoliating my face, then washing me from shoulders to toes with the scrunchy thing which was more aggressive than a washcloth at ridding any lingering hospital dirt and cottage smoke from my pores. I finished washing his sexy, beautifully cared for feet. I got carried away and sucked his toes while watching the smile break out on his face.
“Aaron, I didn’t get a chance to shampoo your hair!”
He hugged me and gave me a kiss, and slowly settled on his bum in front of me. I soaked his hair with the hand shower and massaged in some shampoo into his beautiful head of thick brown hair, deep down to the scalp. I proved myself wrong. By the angle of my dangle, I enjoyed giving more than getting. My head was pulsing I was so excited, and then Aaron slipped me into his mouth and pressed his tongue what felt like all the way into my urethra repeatedly, coaxing copious amounts of pre-cum.
I rinsed the shampoo out and gave him another application while his fingers penetrated me again and his other hand played with my balls which were quite painful from so much need for sex.
“Squeeze them. You know how,” I said.
“Finish my hair, then squeeze mine at the same time.”
He was working his third finger in me by the time I finished his hair.
“You squeeze like a little girl. Do it like Adam does!”
Not one to lose to Adam, as much as I loved him, I recalled Adam was never afraid of a little pain, especially when he was the giver, so I reefed on them, squeezing a loud sigh.
“Scott, You lost all your strength in the hospital. Maybe you should punch them.”
I got down on my knees behind him and pressed my tongue into his not-so-secret passage, licked up and down, reached around and played with his perfect foreskin with my right hand and clamped my stronger left around his sack and gave it my all.
“Now that feels exactly like my twin. We’ve done it for years so when step-dad did it, It didn’t even hurt. Actually it pissed him off, may he rest in Hell,” Aaron said.
“Aaron...”
“Yes, Scott?”
“Let’s get in bed. I want you to fuck me really hard, like Adam does. I need you inside me desperately. After dying so many times, I don’t want to wait for the thing I need so badly because... well, just screw me, love.”
We played tongue hockey under the watering-can shower for a few minutes while we rubbed our big dicks together. I pulled his foreskin partly over my thick glans, marvelling at the smooth, slightly sticky fluid it seeped.
“Sorry I can’t cover your entire cock head. I do with Adam, but nobody is as thick as you.”
We grabbed towels off the heated rack and lovingly pat-dried each other with our rainbow coloured bath towels, kissed, and went to the bedroom in time to get a call from Vlad who was worried about me and wondered what’s up.
“I’m really tired but wanted a shower so Aaron and I washed each other and he is going to put me to bed for a nap soon. Come wake me up when you get home from practice. It’s so good to be home and great to be with Aaron after what seems like such a long time,” I said.
“Save some for me.”
“There’s 5 nights saved up. Not anticipating a shortage.”
**
“Aaron, let’s have an undress rehearsal for the defibrillator. Just don’t actually press the button. Do it now!”
He responded immediately and followed the instructions from the video like a pro. I knew I was in good hands. After returning the defibrillator to the other bed, He slipped between the sheets, slid over until he spooned with me, his huge cock filling my crack. His arm draped over my chest with his fingers touching my lips and his elbow rubbing my pubes.
“Babes, I want you inside me.”
“Guess I better get on with it. I think enough pre-cum has dripped in your ass for me to slip in all the way, but all the shower play has me so close to exploding,” Aaron said.
“And mine, too. Do anything you want. Pain is no problem so long as I know you will do something to make me cum.”
He rolled me on my back and reversed his direction starting by chewing on my balls. I licked his freshly shaved smooth balls like they were on an ice cream cone on a hot day. His fist circled mine giving them an intense squeeze that hurt really good. My tongue forced its way between his foreskin and glans and drank some of the sweet natural lube my boy was making for me. I needed to lick all of his body, and what a perfect place to start. I sucked him with a burning passion while stuffing my slick finger in his ass, playing hardball with the same hand while I inhaled every inch of his dancing ten inch dick.
“If I was inside you now, I’m sure I could pop one off without even moving. I’m so in love with you, Scott!”
“I want you to. My brain is so overwhelmed with the sight in my mind of the he-man sized boy-cock on a loveable boy two years younger than me but feeling like the most masculine guy ever to take me,” I said.
Somehow we ended up mutually tongue probing again which released a big stream of my lube against his hardened and reddened schlong. I planned to call his cock Jupiter, Bringer of Joy after Gustav Holst’s Symphony “The Planets.” I moistened my hole with it and sat on it, settling on all of it. Once inside me I bounced on it making me see stars with every hard landing.
“I’m close,” we both said at the same time.
“Fuck me harder. Fuck me as hard as you can. Try to outdo Adam...”
He was now lying on top of me with his 125 lb. 5’ 7” flat tummied, twink boy-frame, forcing his most definitely manly equipped organ deep into me. A reach-around is all it took for both of us to explode. The after-shocks were spectacular when his vice-like hand clamped on my aching balls. His cum felt like a firehose on full power against my prostate. If my heart was going to quit, it would have after that.
He stayed plugged into me as his dick twitches continued to milk me a few drops at a time causing ass spasms which in turn caused Jupiter to flex which caused me to spasm.
Aaron rolled me out of the way as he licked my cum off the sheet and fed it to me, then lifted my ass in the air and sucked his ball-juice out of me, and fed that to me as well.
“Babes, that reminded me of when we jerked each other off on the hood of your ‘Vette. That was so hot. Have you been taking French sex lessons from Olivier’s of Paris?”
“Scott, I admit we were really good but maybe because Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder. I can’t wait to take Oliv. He stays in amazing shape, nice abs and pecs without an ounce of fat, and he cums more than I do.”
We needed to pee so we went together and used the communal urinal, holding each other. I was overjoyed to have Aaron back for awhile. He put me to bed and got under the covers facing me. The idea was for me to sleep until the others got home from swim practice. I was looking forward to sleep because I didn’t get any in the hospital. I had to hold hands with him.
“I can’t wait to get a new cottage/boathouse built over the winter. Maybe when you complete your course, you guys will come up to Muskoka and we can cruise the lake in the launch that Vlad gave me. We can pretend we’re kids in 1970, screwing around in daddy’s launch!”
“Well Adam might take a summer semester and continue working at the bank, so I might leave him behind for a few weeks. That way we could spend some time alone -- just you and me so I can show you what Oliv taught me...”
“Or invite him for a brief holiday at the lake with us. Do you think he would be into a week of three-ways?” I asked.
“He likes guys a bit older and thinks you are hot, and asked me the same question, so look forward to plowing his hole with your thick dick while I ram yours.”
“Is everything going well with your job? How is Chris working out? Is everybody happy?”
“Chris had dinner with Bruce, the bank manager, and phoned around 11 to say he was staying the night. Adam and I laughed about that. We gathered that he wasn’t the “go slow” kind of guy, so it was no surprise. He hasn’t divulged who bottomed, though. They talk every night for awhile and they were going to have him over for dinner on my next day off but... quelle surprise -- I’m here! Maybe they will order a pizza. We haven’t had any arguments but I resent that he includes himself in bed with me and my twin most of the time. I love my bro and miss quality time.”
“Have you discussed it with Adam?”
“Adam thinks we should be more obvious with affection, then get up, go into the bedroom and close the door. Do you think it would be rude?"
“It’s where you should start. If he still doesn’t understand your need for private time with Adam, your bro will have to have a heart-to-heart. Could be dangerous. You don’t want to embarrass him and have him give his notice...”
“On the other hand we don’t want to exclude him as he is great in bed. I like sucking his big willy. It’s something we never had to deal with. In a way Chris is limiting my access to my twin. We’ve always been 100% there for each other so I feel like my best friend has been taken away. If you remember when we were in a foster home, the old bitch wouldn’t allow us in our twin’s room so we ran for life, out the front door and didn’t stop running until we were exhausted. That’s when we decided if we couldn’t be with each other, we wouldn’t be anymore, and tried to get razor blades.
Adam is getting along well in school and at the bank. He works an afternoon and a morning during the week and every other Saturday. That combined with swim team kept Adam and Chris busy and their sex drive is off the charts after swimming so maybe they can get off when they arrive home, leaving us twins to love each other all night. Scott, can we talk about the organ lessons?”
“Sure we can. I’ve been aware of your presence while in Neverland, like you are watching from behind a screen. Vlad connects with me too but the strangest one was when Robb came into his church while I was having a lesson. As strange as it is, it’s noteworthy because of who wasn’t part of it, like Jesse, and James who I loved before I knew what love was, and Ryan who I adore, and Danny who I’ve known for years and was curious about the size of his cock,” I said.
“What happens when you die or is it like an exclusive club where you aren’t allowed to reveal secrets to people?”
“If it is, I didn’t get the memo. I’ll tell you before I forget about it. The first one was when I was in the air ambulance. I saw a bright white light, the noise subsided, and the pain left my body. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I was greeted by an old man at the cathedral. He was playing the organ. Apparently, I was there for a lesson. He’s British, cultured, with a dry wit. His name is Fred. And could he play that beautiful big 4 manual Casavant pipe organ! I lost track of the number of times I died but if I add up the organs, that should tell me.
The next one was the organ we have on order for Robb. It was in a workshop and I wondered why it only had 4 ranks of pipes. Tomorrow it will be here. It will be nice to see it again. It sounds excellent. Fred was curious how this small workshop had the acoustics of a cathedral, so I attempted to explain it. My investigation revealed that Fred was indeed a well known Canadian concert organist who died in 1982. Then there was the big organ at U of T Convocation Hall, a couple of lessons at Robb’s church, and Metropolitan United. So six times I died. It’s always the light, lack of pain, and that I can sight read very well because I couldn’t before. Mainly, he had me playing some of the most difficult works on the first time which is impossible. I’m trying to put that out of my head because I know I could do it. Even Robb heard me playing. I just have to believe the words of Henry Ford, “Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t--you’re right.” Fred drilled that into my head. It’s bril! Never underestimate the power of positive thinking. Now can I ask you something? Do you and Adam ever get mad at each other?”
“Seriously, he pisses me off when he plays the “older” twin card. He popped out 7 minutes before me. I hate it when he talks like an old philosopher saying “when I was your age” or “you’ll thank me when you get older and see what I’ve had to deal with.”
“Now that is funny. Kiss me good night. I wish we could talk all night but I need sleep. I wish we could fall asleep in each other’s arms but you’re on duty and you need to watch over me. If my heart stops I’ll quit breathing so hold on to me so you can feel if I’m breathing.”
“No worries. I’ll never let you down. Remember, I picked you. Adam is my brother.
To be continued ...
Sheep,
THAT was quite a chapter - from leaving the hospital to the oh so sexy shower to bed time for Boingo!
THAT was quite a chapter - from leaving the hospital to the oh so sexy shower to bed time for Boingo!
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I'm so happy I finally got the time to read this. Like Scott, it feels like coming home.
Aaron picked Scott, huh?
I'm looking forward to hearing more about "our" boys, and can't wait for the organ to arrive ... the musical one ... with the keyboard ... geesh!
HUGS!!
Chaz
Aaron picked Scott, huh?
I'm looking forward to hearing more about "our" boys, and can't wait for the organ to arrive ... the musical one ... with the keyboard ... geesh!
HUGS!!
Chaz
WE knew that, Chaz.
The OTHER organS have already arrived and are being put to good use!
The OTHER organS have already arrived and are being put to good use!
I got a eureka 
moment yesterday, remembering I hadn't done a story backup to my laptop in forever and automatic backups don't happen anymore because the OS on the laptop is no longer supported by Dropbox. I booted it up, found a backup from before my troubles began, and launched it. Everything seems to work so I made a copy, put it on a USB key and installed it on my computer in the wee small hours of the morning. Everything seemed to be working so I copied the latest chapters to it, saved and backed it up and shut it off. Today there will be more testing, and if everything checks out I can resume writing.
moment yesterday, remembering I hadn't done a story backup to my laptop in forever and automatic backups don't happen anymore because the OS on the laptop is no longer supported by Dropbox. I booted it up, found a backup from before my troubles began, and launched it. Everything seems to work so I made a copy, put it on a USB key and installed it on my computer in the wee small hours of the morning. Everything seemed to be working so I copied the latest chapters to it, saved and backed it up and shut it off. Today there will be more testing, and if everything checks out I can resume writing.
(Quietly hopes for immense success...)
Unfortunately, my optimism was overly optimistic. In spite of the problems, I've just completed writing Chapter 94, and have sent it [STRIKE]to my publisher for final edit[/STRIKE] to DonQuixote for review and corrections. With some luck I'll have it uploaded in a week or so. That's only 3 months since Ch 93 
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Chapter ninety-four
Previously:
Now can I ask you something? Do you and Adam ever get mad at each other?”
“Seriously, he pisses me off when he plays the “older” twin card. He popped out 7 minutes before me. I hate it when he talks like an old philosopher saying “when I was your age” or “you’ll thank me when you get older and see what I’ve had to deal with.”
“Now that is funny. Kiss me good night. I wish we could talk all night but I need sleep. I wish we could fall asleep in each other’s arms but you’re on duty and you need to watch over me. If my heart stops I’ll quit breathing so hold on to me so you can feel if I’m breathing.”
“No worries. I’ll never let you down. Remember, I picked you. Adam is my brother.
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“Time to wake up, you two!” Vlad hollered.
I was in a deep sleep and waking wasn’t something I wanted to do but seeing Aaron laying in bed beside me and Vlad entering the room with a lovely smile sure made it somewhat bearable. The gold chain he clasped around my neck made it all worthwhile. Both of us had risked our lives because of my retrieving it from the hot breath of the fire monster that consumed the cottage, and by extension, almost both of us. The chlorine scented kiss that followed was just a bonus as were Aaron’s fingers playing with my hair.
“Where is everybody?” I asked.
“James is watching the news, Danny is next door doing unspeakable acts of sodomy with Brad I presume, and Robb went with Ryan to try out his Heintzman baby grand and hopefully some other concert grands at a store nearby.”
“I guess I should haul my ass out of bed and rustle up some grub for us,” Aaron suggested.
**
“Hi James!”
“Aaron! Let me turn this down a bit. That’s better. Welcome home, au naturel twin. I missed you!” James said.
“I guess uncut birds of a feather fluck together,” Aaron giggled. “Looks like nobody has done a grocery shop since I left. Hows tuna casserole sound for dinner?”
“Fine with me. Robb made stew the other night and it was good. Honestly, no one has felt like cooking with Scott being in limbo. We really miss you, and not just because of your cooking,” James said, as he shut off the TV and joined Aaron in the kitchen.
“I guess you know there’s a pipe organ coming tomorrow?” Aaron asked, as he grabbed things out of the pantry.
“Oh, I know all about that but Robb doesn’t, so I understand. Scott emailed me a before picture and said it has one more keyboard now. It’s crazy huge. Scott and Vlad blew their brains out on it for Robb. I’d be happy with a wee bit more bedroom action with Scott. I’m easy to please. Most of the swim team, gymnastics and diving teams are coming after school to help with the organ and to drink beer and eat pizza. How are we gonna handle the logistics?” James asked.
“You guys need to restock the beer fridge, and if there’s money in the cookie jar, I’ll buy a bunch of frozen pizzas, some pepperoni, cheese and tomato sauce and make them really good. Between the two ovens and microwave, we’ll feed the guys. Are they bringing their own beer?” Aaron asked, while he placed a pot of water on the range to boil.
“Yeah, but we should grab a couple of cases. Want to go with me to get the pizzas and toppings and beer?”
“Ask Scott and Vlad if they need anything, then we can go as soon as I put this together and stick it in the oven,” Aaron said, while dumping the ice maker bin into a plastic bag and putting it in the freezer. “I guess we can use the bath tub for beer.”
**
“Are you reclaiming your library from Vlad or just having some scotch, Scott?”
“It looks like Vlad did an awesome job taking care of business while I was dying for organ lessons. Won’t be kicking him out of my chair any time soon. What’s up, James?”
“Aaron suggested getting a bunch of frozen pizzas for Friday which he’ll tart up to make them like pizza joint ones, so we’re going to get them now along with more beer. Need anything?”
“Get lots. There’ll be at least 50 here with the contractors and organ guy. Hope there are some clean towels for anyone who forgot and wants to soak. Here’s $200 to add to the kitty.”
“And $200 more,” Vlad said, pulling a wad of bills out of his pocket.
**
“Go easy on Scott. We washed each other then I fucked him into the middle of next week. He’s worried about his heart and was afraid to top,” Aaron said.
“I’d be happy cuddling, but I’ll leave him alone until he gets his strength back. I peeked in while he was asleep with you holding his wrist and watching him. He looks pretty rough”. James said.
“Vlad’s grandma is buying them a grand piano for a wedding gift. Did you hear about that?”
“That’s the one from Ukraine that’s coming for the wedding. It’s not just a grand piano, it’s a concert grand they’re looking for. They are as personal as your underwear. Scott told me the selection process could take months and may mean travelling to California to get a good one that sounds and feels right.”
“We sure have lots of musicians. I thought Vlad with his guitar was the only one,” Aaron said.
“Im going to grab the beer first. Give me a hand with the empties.” Aaron was ready so they took off in James’ car.
**
The shopping didn’t take too long for the big load that it was. Soon they were on the elevator and were met by Danny and Brad who helped carry in the shopping after trading hugs with Aaron. The freezer would need a re-shuffle to swallow the pizzas.
They were joined by Scott and Vlad and the defibrillator. “Listen up! Time for first aid 101. I might need to have my heart re-started so Aaron will demonstrate the procedure. There’s a short video you should watch, too.”
Aaron went through the instructions clearly.
**
“Hey hun, how’s the piano search?” Vlad spoke into his phone.
“Fast when you find ones you don’t like. We’ll be home in ½ hour and could use a hand at the loading dock, love.”
“Dinner will be ready when you get home. We can help after we eat.”
“They bringing a piano?”
“No, Brad, just his Bowflex machine.”
**
Scott got a text from Kevin saying “major shitstorm can I come tomorrow after work explain later.”
“Yes come anytime after work.”
“Aaron, Kevin comes tomorrow for the night shift so you can sleep during the night.”
“Almost forgot. Scott, there’s a large box in your closet that was delivered when I flew in this morning to grab the car keys,” Aaron said.
I grabbed a knife and walked up the stairs, retrieved the carton and opened it.
“What is it?” Aaron asked.
“My order from Organmaster -- organ shoes for me and Robb and a bunch of music for the wedding!”
They threw in two pair of fluorescent lightweight socks so I grabbed the orange pair, a shoe horn and the larger pair of shoes and tried them on. They were nothing like any I’ve worn, feeling more like slippers but with substantial heels and fitting like a glove.
“You look taller,” Aaron said, as he glanced up at my face with his million dollar adoring eyes. A kiss was in order. I explained the differences and reasons for them starting with the suede soles meant for sliding along the pedals, then I separated the accessories into two piles placing Robb’s back in the carton with the wedding music and mine back in my closet.
**
Vlad was in the library so I went in to be brought up to speed on the twin’s mothers project. I was blown away with his attention to detail and his organization skills. Everything was taken care of and Réjeanne was moving in with Marie, her twin, next week. The plans had been approved by the city and Vlad and Ted approved the mortgage but it was on Marie’s house because it was a saleable asset rather than the property which would be a construction site for months.
**
“Hi, honey, we’re home,” Ryan bellowed as he ran up the stairs two at a time with Robb in hot pursuit.
A group hug was the first order of business.
“Vlad and I chipped in for a little something you’re going to need,” I said, handing him the carton.
“Organmaster shoes! oh wow. They told me at school I should get a pair but didn’t tell me where. And some music! You guys are angels.”
Robb was bubbling over with excitement. I smiled thinking how he would react Friday when the organ rolled in.
“And this is a bag to carry my shoes...”
“And your laptop, sheet music, a water bottle and your organ socks,” I said, tossing him the lime green socks. “Try on the shoes. You can return them if they don’t fit so just walk on carpet or pedalboards until you’re sure,” I said.
**
“Dinner is on the table,” Aaron announced, just as my stomach made some hungry noises.
It was good to be home and alive, wishing the organ was here but so happy to be with my friends. The tuna casserole was really good but I didn’t do it justice with my shrunken stomach.
“Aaron, there’s no comparison. This is way better than an IV tube.”
I deserved the punch in the arm.
“Robb, how did you like Ryan’s baby grand?” Vlad asked.
“It’s a gem. Sounded marvy and I loved the action’s lightness of touch, but I’m used to an upright whose action is clunky by design. It was lighter than the two concert grands we tried but that is normal because the keys are longer on the bigger ones. The Baldwin SD-10 from the 70’s was really nice with it’s Renner action. I preferred it to the Steinway which could do with a few days of regulation. The Steinway was brighter sounding but the bass on the Baldwin was all around you. I felt that the prices must be a mistake because I liked the Baldwin and it was $10,000 less.”
“I agree with Robb. The Steinway was older but had been refinished. It needed a lot of work before I would consider it. Perhaps if they spent money on repairing the action instead of painting it, It might have been worth considering. Consider too, that the studio was wall to wall carpet, the treble on the SD-10 was probably good if the piano was in a larger room.
I’m anxious to hear the Mason & Hamlin. I screwed up on the information thinking it was from the 60’s. Actually, it was mostly rebuilt in the 60’s but it’s a 1902 model from the golden age of pianos. A good reason to avoid really old ones is that the sound boards tend to crack and buzz and lose their crown and when that happens they lose their power and sustain, but Mason & Hamlin incorporates this tensioning device that maintains the crown. It’s also a 9’4” piano with a wide tail. The length allows for duplex tuning of the non-singing part of the strings which adds to the precise harmonics of the treble, allowing it to ring sympathetically, adding volume. Their extra heavy wooden rim insures that only the part of the piano that’s supposed to resonate, does. Typically M&H weighs in at least 20% more than the competition,” Ryan said, before being interrupted by a phone call.
“I don’t know if now works for you, but I have the key if you want to see the Mason & Hamlin. I’m at the house now and just finished tuning it.”
“Hold on a sec.”
“Guys, it’s my piano technician. Who wants to see and hear the M&H, like, right now?”
Scott, Vlad, and Robb really wanted to go.
“Is it okay if I bring three others with me?”
“Don’t see why not. The old girl is ‘de-composing’ at the cemetery. I’m here alone and it’s a big house. I emailed the directions.”
“Eat up. Robb, grab some music. This could be the one!”
“We’re just finishing dinner....”
“Be there in 10 minutes. It’s right around the corner from my folk’s house,” Robb shouted after seeing the email.
**
I felt like an idiot lugging around the defibrillator, but happy I haven’t needed it so far. “This worked out well. Four guys to unload the truck and get the Bowflex to the loft. I can carry the instruction manual,” I said.
“Damn, forgot about it with the piano. Scott, call up and ask the others to get down here right now. Robb and I will unload it,” Ryan said.
“Here’s the pile of music you left on the counter,” James said.
The pieces of the machine were quickly loaded on the elevator. Robb took the wheel of the Expedition because he knew where he was going.
“This area looks familiar.”
“It should, Scott. We just passed my house. I noticed the light on in my brothers room. Maybe he was changing his ways. I can’t remember the last time he was at home this early in the evening. I suppose the ankle bracelet is a reminder to him,” Robb said, and reached over grabbing my leg.
“That’s one of the best decisions I made, moving you in with me. Two others are in the back seat,” I said, as I reached over and squeezed Robb’s knee.
As we pulled up in front of the piano’s home, Robb told us how he used to collect weekly for newspaper delivery when he was young. She never had the money ready so he listened to the old man making beautiful music on the piano. After a couple of years, their address was removed from his route list. Not long after, he saw the piano movers taking it away, remembering how big it was compared to anything else he’d seen.
“You know, it is weird to be coming here to audition the very same piano that got me interested in learning to play as a kid. Don’t even consider anything I have to say about it because I can’t be impartial.”
**
“Hello Ryan. You brought your own audience, I see. I touched up the tuning so you can hear why I love this piano so much. It had a major rebuild and I suspect refinishing in the 60’s and when the old man died, we took it back to the shop and gave it a new Wessell, Nickel, & Gross composite and carbon fibre action and totally regulated it, gave it new cold pressed hammers because she always complained it was heavy and too bright but he thought it was perfect and not to change a thing. She was thrilled with the difference it made. See what you think.”
Ryan started off with the prelude, “The Well Tempered Clavier” in C major from book one, commenting on the purity of tone and the smoothness of the action. The opening chords of the Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto 1 in B Flat Minor showed off the power, sustain and incredible bass produced by its long strings. The “G minor ballade” by Chopin impressed him even more.
“This might very well be the one. I love how it feels. Its keys are even ivory like yours. See what you think.”
Robb started by playing scales on the bottom two octaves augmented by playing the corresponding chord an octave higher, while a silly grin developed on his face, then played Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu, op 66. The 16th notes against triplets almost made me cry. It was such a mind bender, that I forgot we were there to evaluate the piano. I had no idea Robb was so accomplished. He continued by playing part of Chopin’s B flat minor Nocturne, and finished with Bach’s Goldberg Variations in G playing the aria and the first variation.
“Robb, I got to tell you....”
“What? That I play it too slowly?”
“Not at all! I was going to say Glenn Gould played it too fast. I think it sounds richer at a slower pace, like you are letting the piano express Bach for you rather than forcing it. I’m really impressed with your playing and as far as the piano is concerned, I’ve never heard one live that I like as much as this one,” I said, offering a handshake as congratulations.
“Careful, these hands are insured by Lloyds of London for 25 million.”
When the laughter died down, Vlad sat down to play. He played a John Williams Beatles arrangement from memory, very nicely, shocking us all.
“I had no idea!”
“What? You forgot I spend time with grandma Yulia in Ukraine? All I need to do is play something badly on her Bechstein and I get lessons for the rest of my stay. If we have a piano when she comes for the wedding, I’ll show you,” Vlad said.
“Guys, is their any doubt or am I being presumptuous?”
“If I had the money and the place, and the time to take lessons, I’d have bought this one myself but I don’t. It’s the finest piano I’ve had the pleasure to maintain. I’m going to take my tools out to the car and let you guys talk about it,” the technician said.
When the door closed, Vlad wrapped his arms around Ryan and asked him what he thought.
“Earlier, I said decisions were easy when I try one I don’t care for. I had no idea after all of the pianos I test drove that one would say “I’m the one” as clearly as this one spoke to me tonight. Robb, forget what you said earlier. How do you feel now having played it?”
“The touch surprised me. I expected it to be heavier. The feel anywhere on the length of any key was the same. On your baby grand you need to exert more pressure if you strike a key on the stem between the sharps compared to the keytop, the big end of a key. What I felt was a direct connection with the action, like it was doing what I need rather than feeling somewhat remotely connected. It’s hard to express, but an upright’s action is so convoluted compared to that of a grand. Even so, I’ve played lots of grands in various states of “well used” from “like new” to “lets push this one to the side of the road and hope the trash man takes it away.” This one was like gold. I think you should buy it is what I’m trying to say.”
“Scott?”
“I already gave it a “yay” by what I heard but you know piano is not my instrument. Vlad?”
“I’m hardly the one to ask. I’ve only played a Bechstein and a crappy no-name apartment upright. I’m more accustomed to Yulia’s but the way the sound of this surrounds you with it’s warmth is an amazing feeling. I love it enough to take lessons again if I could get any hours to practice on it. Ryan, I support you 100% if you decide this is the one.”
“My teacher and the technician both told me I would know when I found the right one. I’ve only had this feeling once before and that’s when I met you, Vlad.”
Hugs ensued. The technician returned.
“How much do they want for it?” Vlad asked.
“I gave them the price range of $31000 to $34000 right out of the book for one like this in this condition. The book is in U.S. Dollars. I don’t know if there are any others interested. I doubt it. They’re anxious to get it out of here and printed up some offer forms. Here’s a couple. Just fill in the information, sign it and date it and email it to them. I can’t tell you what figure is the lucky number to own it because I don’t know what they have in mind, so you are on your own. I’d like to see you get it because I’m sure you will continue to use my services. Like I said, this is a very special piano, and with the work done on it over the years, it is of the upmost quality, definitely a top tier performer’s instrument. I had one other semi-interested but he heard that Steinway were the best, which is why most concert pianists play Steinway exclusively,” he opined.
“Are they?” Vlad asked.
The reason most performers and recording artists are exclusive to Steinway is because they have the infrastructure. If you are going to New York for a recording session, your first stop is to Steinway Hall to try a number of concert grands they have available so you can chose which one would be the best choice for what you are playing or recording. They make it pretty painless.
Mason & Hamlin only makes about 10 concert grands a year compared to Steinway’s hundreds. Baldwin stopped producing their big grands years ago. The factory is still there but nothing is being produced. Any new Baldwins are made in Asia. When that M&H was built in 1902, there were about 1000 piano manufacturers in North America, now there are three. I’ve been over this piano with a fine-toothed comb, plus I’ve worked on it since my junior years. All it will need is another tuning after it’s acclimatized, some touching up, and a good polishing. Depending on the acoustics of the room, I will voice it, and if you want the action a bit heavier I can do that too. Give the ivory some daylight to keep it white, and close the lid when it’s not in use. One other thing. I didn’t tell the owners that the price I quoted from the book is in U.S. funds,” he said with a smile and wink.
“I guess we will sleep on it and work on an offer tomorrow. Can I have your card in case I have any other questions?”
“Oh sure, here’s a few if you know any others with serious pianos!”
**
The drive home was quiet, the last thing I would have expected. I was busting inside, looking forward to having a magnificent top tier performers concert grand in the loft and boys who played beautifully. Perhaps I would give it a try. My piano lessons as a kid had been a disaster but I felt that I had a sub-par teacher, and staying with it for only a few weeks wasn’t perhaps an adequate trial.
About half-way home the three of them started talking at the same time saying essentially what I was thinking, namely how super it will be to have a serious piano at home. Our class schedules were varied enough that we could all have some private practice time.
“Ryan, I hope you will go for your A.R.C.T. soon. I will have mine completed before Christmas,” Robb said.
“All in due course. I start skating Sunday afternoons at 5:50 PM, and Thursday mornings at 7:00 AM, and need some practice time for piano assuming we get it, and then there’s swimming five afternoons a week, and, oh yes, our wedding in a month, not forgetting homework. I may have to schedule lovemaking by appointment only!”
“Any chance of a cancellation for tonight for a party of four? I had a raging boner listening to you play and thought you and Vlad with me and my health care provider would be fun if that’s acceptable to you, Vlad.”
“It works for me Scott but I need you in the library for an hour to go over a pile of paperwork as soon as we get home.”
**
We were greeted by Danny and Brad who just finished assembling the workout machine; Aaron, getting a head start on Thursday’s dinner, and a “hey” from James, who was busy with assignments upstairs. Vlad steered me to the stairs and sat in the big chair after closing the library door, offering me the visitor’s chair.
“I have just sent you email copies on Réjeanne and Marie’s mortgage, all in order just a FYI and some things brewing south of the border regarding the faulty carpet. I talked to Ted this morning who has an offer from the insurance people to settle on the cottage. He thinks it’s a good offer especially if we get a good settlement from the carpet mill. I said I’d get you to call him tomorrow. Can we talk about the piano now, Scott?”
“Sure, it’s your baby so what have you up your sleeve?”
“I’ll offer them $29,000. What do you think?”
“Everyone thought it was the right piano. I’d be inclined to make it a nice round $30 thousand because it sounds a lot more. Besides, we know there isn’t anything around here for that price and if we screw up and lose it, It’ll mean a trip to California and we’ll be paying in US dollars at a 30% premium. I might make them sweat a bit and not send the offer for a day or two, but like I said it’s your baby. Do whatever you like.”
“I like how you think. I’ll write up an offer and send it Friday. Now let’s have a scotch.”
We moved to the leather sofa sitting close to one another. After toasting the concert grand I held Vlad’s hand, kissed his red lips, and placed my hand on his crotch. Finding it hard was no surprise. I knew it would be. Mine was pulsing.
“Scott, I really wasn’t sure we would get you back. I’m so happy. Was there a turning point when you knew it would be alright?”
“The sex tape you guys made for me made me realize how much love we had going on. I’ve watched some porn from the Czech Republic but honestly, what you guys did for me was better than anything I’ve watched. I came hands free when Ryan blew and again when you shot your thick cum through your jock. I wanted to lick it off!”
Obviously, Vlad believed me because we were lip locked after I finished talking.
“Can I come in?”
It was James cautiously entering after I opened the door.
“Have a seat,” I said, after escorting him to the sofa with my arm over his brawny shoulder, parking him beside Vlad, and making him the meat in the sandwich. “What’s on your mind?”
“When will I get to sleep with you, if you don’t mind me being blunt? I haven’t got any since Danny ploughed my ass Sunday night.”
I stroked his warm leg which was pressed against mine. “I don’t think most of us have had their sexual appetites satisfied for awhile.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to Ryan,” Vlad said as he stood up and left the library.
“James, I want to blow you real slow, right here, right now,” I said, in a slow methodical manner so that he was fully hard by the end of the statement, and was exploring my leg and my crotch.
“As long as I can return the favour at the same time.”
Our kisses intensified the hardness of our erections and slow didn’t describe anything we did from that point. I attempted to insert as much time between the start and finish of the 69 by alternating sucking, licking his balls and taint and slurping the precum from his mostly exposed glans. James showed me no mercy and went full speed ahead with the occasional hard squeeze of my balls. I was sliding his cock over my face when his first volley arced across my face so I swallowed his cock all the way and let him skull fuck me which slightly prevented me from swallowing his full load. Nevertheless, having James’ cum creeping down my face turned me on so much that I flooded James’ mouth. The tonguing after the eruption was really intimate and looking into his beautiful blue eyes reminded me how much I’ve always loved him. We laid in an embrace for a few minutes inhaling each other’s scents.
It was good to be back.
To be continued …
Chapter ninety-four
Previously:
Now can I ask you something? Do you and Adam ever get mad at each other?”
“Seriously, he pisses me off when he plays the “older” twin card. He popped out 7 minutes before me. I hate it when he talks like an old philosopher saying “when I was your age” or “you’ll thank me when you get older and see what I’ve had to deal with.”
“Now that is funny. Kiss me good night. I wish we could talk all night but I need sleep. I wish we could fall asleep in each other’s arms but you’re on duty and you need to watch over me. If my heart stops I’ll quit breathing so hold on to me so you can feel if I’m breathing.”
“No worries. I’ll never let you down. Remember, I picked you. Adam is my brother.
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“Time to wake up, you two!” Vlad hollered.
I was in a deep sleep and waking wasn’t something I wanted to do but seeing Aaron laying in bed beside me and Vlad entering the room with a lovely smile sure made it somewhat bearable. The gold chain he clasped around my neck made it all worthwhile. Both of us had risked our lives because of my retrieving it from the hot breath of the fire monster that consumed the cottage, and by extension, almost both of us. The chlorine scented kiss that followed was just a bonus as were Aaron’s fingers playing with my hair.
“Where is everybody?” I asked.
“James is watching the news, Danny is next door doing unspeakable acts of sodomy with Brad I presume, and Robb went with Ryan to try out his Heintzman baby grand and hopefully some other concert grands at a store nearby.”
“I guess I should haul my ass out of bed and rustle up some grub for us,” Aaron suggested.
**
“Hi James!”
“Aaron! Let me turn this down a bit. That’s better. Welcome home, au naturel twin. I missed you!” James said.
“I guess uncut birds of a feather fluck together,” Aaron giggled. “Looks like nobody has done a grocery shop since I left. Hows tuna casserole sound for dinner?”
“Fine with me. Robb made stew the other night and it was good. Honestly, no one has felt like cooking with Scott being in limbo. We really miss you, and not just because of your cooking,” James said, as he shut off the TV and joined Aaron in the kitchen.
“I guess you know there’s a pipe organ coming tomorrow?” Aaron asked, as he grabbed things out of the pantry.
“Oh, I know all about that but Robb doesn’t, so I understand. Scott emailed me a before picture and said it has one more keyboard now. It’s crazy huge. Scott and Vlad blew their brains out on it for Robb. I’d be happy with a wee bit more bedroom action with Scott. I’m easy to please. Most of the swim team, gymnastics and diving teams are coming after school to help with the organ and to drink beer and eat pizza. How are we gonna handle the logistics?” James asked.
“You guys need to restock the beer fridge, and if there’s money in the cookie jar, I’ll buy a bunch of frozen pizzas, some pepperoni, cheese and tomato sauce and make them really good. Between the two ovens and microwave, we’ll feed the guys. Are they bringing their own beer?” Aaron asked, while he placed a pot of water on the range to boil.
“Yeah, but we should grab a couple of cases. Want to go with me to get the pizzas and toppings and beer?”
“Ask Scott and Vlad if they need anything, then we can go as soon as I put this together and stick it in the oven,” Aaron said, while dumping the ice maker bin into a plastic bag and putting it in the freezer. “I guess we can use the bath tub for beer.”
**
“Are you reclaiming your library from Vlad or just having some scotch, Scott?”
“It looks like Vlad did an awesome job taking care of business while I was dying for organ lessons. Won’t be kicking him out of my chair any time soon. What’s up, James?”
“Aaron suggested getting a bunch of frozen pizzas for Friday which he’ll tart up to make them like pizza joint ones, so we’re going to get them now along with more beer. Need anything?”
“Get lots. There’ll be at least 50 here with the contractors and organ guy. Hope there are some clean towels for anyone who forgot and wants to soak. Here’s $200 to add to the kitty.”
“And $200 more,” Vlad said, pulling a wad of bills out of his pocket.
**
“Go easy on Scott. We washed each other then I fucked him into the middle of next week. He’s worried about his heart and was afraid to top,” Aaron said.
“I’d be happy cuddling, but I’ll leave him alone until he gets his strength back. I peeked in while he was asleep with you holding his wrist and watching him. He looks pretty rough”. James said.
“Vlad’s grandma is buying them a grand piano for a wedding gift. Did you hear about that?”
“That’s the one from Ukraine that’s coming for the wedding. It’s not just a grand piano, it’s a concert grand they’re looking for. They are as personal as your underwear. Scott told me the selection process could take months and may mean travelling to California to get a good one that sounds and feels right.”
“We sure have lots of musicians. I thought Vlad with his guitar was the only one,” Aaron said.
“Im going to grab the beer first. Give me a hand with the empties.” Aaron was ready so they took off in James’ car.
**
The shopping didn’t take too long for the big load that it was. Soon they were on the elevator and were met by Danny and Brad who helped carry in the shopping after trading hugs with Aaron. The freezer would need a re-shuffle to swallow the pizzas.
They were joined by Scott and Vlad and the defibrillator. “Listen up! Time for first aid 101. I might need to have my heart re-started so Aaron will demonstrate the procedure. There’s a short video you should watch, too.”
Aaron went through the instructions clearly.
**
“Hey hun, how’s the piano search?” Vlad spoke into his phone.
“Fast when you find ones you don’t like. We’ll be home in ½ hour and could use a hand at the loading dock, love.”
“Dinner will be ready when you get home. We can help after we eat.”
“They bringing a piano?”
“No, Brad, just his Bowflex machine.”
**
Scott got a text from Kevin saying “major shitstorm can I come tomorrow after work explain later.”
“Yes come anytime after work.”
“Aaron, Kevin comes tomorrow for the night shift so you can sleep during the night.”
“Almost forgot. Scott, there’s a large box in your closet that was delivered when I flew in this morning to grab the car keys,” Aaron said.
I grabbed a knife and walked up the stairs, retrieved the carton and opened it.
“What is it?” Aaron asked.
“My order from Organmaster -- organ shoes for me and Robb and a bunch of music for the wedding!”
They threw in two pair of fluorescent lightweight socks so I grabbed the orange pair, a shoe horn and the larger pair of shoes and tried them on. They were nothing like any I’ve worn, feeling more like slippers but with substantial heels and fitting like a glove.
“You look taller,” Aaron said, as he glanced up at my face with his million dollar adoring eyes. A kiss was in order. I explained the differences and reasons for them starting with the suede soles meant for sliding along the pedals, then I separated the accessories into two piles placing Robb’s back in the carton with the wedding music and mine back in my closet.
**
Vlad was in the library so I went in to be brought up to speed on the twin’s mothers project. I was blown away with his attention to detail and his organization skills. Everything was taken care of and Réjeanne was moving in with Marie, her twin, next week. The plans had been approved by the city and Vlad and Ted approved the mortgage but it was on Marie’s house because it was a saleable asset rather than the property which would be a construction site for months.
**
“Hi, honey, we’re home,” Ryan bellowed as he ran up the stairs two at a time with Robb in hot pursuit.
A group hug was the first order of business.
“Vlad and I chipped in for a little something you’re going to need,” I said, handing him the carton.
“Organmaster shoes! oh wow. They told me at school I should get a pair but didn’t tell me where. And some music! You guys are angels.”
Robb was bubbling over with excitement. I smiled thinking how he would react Friday when the organ rolled in.
“And this is a bag to carry my shoes...”
“And your laptop, sheet music, a water bottle and your organ socks,” I said, tossing him the lime green socks. “Try on the shoes. You can return them if they don’t fit so just walk on carpet or pedalboards until you’re sure,” I said.
**
“Dinner is on the table,” Aaron announced, just as my stomach made some hungry noises.
It was good to be home and alive, wishing the organ was here but so happy to be with my friends. The tuna casserole was really good but I didn’t do it justice with my shrunken stomach.
“Aaron, there’s no comparison. This is way better than an IV tube.”
I deserved the punch in the arm.
“Robb, how did you like Ryan’s baby grand?” Vlad asked.
“It’s a gem. Sounded marvy and I loved the action’s lightness of touch, but I’m used to an upright whose action is clunky by design. It was lighter than the two concert grands we tried but that is normal because the keys are longer on the bigger ones. The Baldwin SD-10 from the 70’s was really nice with it’s Renner action. I preferred it to the Steinway which could do with a few days of regulation. The Steinway was brighter sounding but the bass on the Baldwin was all around you. I felt that the prices must be a mistake because I liked the Baldwin and it was $10,000 less.”
“I agree with Robb. The Steinway was older but had been refinished. It needed a lot of work before I would consider it. Perhaps if they spent money on repairing the action instead of painting it, It might have been worth considering. Consider too, that the studio was wall to wall carpet, the treble on the SD-10 was probably good if the piano was in a larger room.
I’m anxious to hear the Mason & Hamlin. I screwed up on the information thinking it was from the 60’s. Actually, it was mostly rebuilt in the 60’s but it’s a 1902 model from the golden age of pianos. A good reason to avoid really old ones is that the sound boards tend to crack and buzz and lose their crown and when that happens they lose their power and sustain, but Mason & Hamlin incorporates this tensioning device that maintains the crown. It’s also a 9’4” piano with a wide tail. The length allows for duplex tuning of the non-singing part of the strings which adds to the precise harmonics of the treble, allowing it to ring sympathetically, adding volume. Their extra heavy wooden rim insures that only the part of the piano that’s supposed to resonate, does. Typically M&H weighs in at least 20% more than the competition,” Ryan said, before being interrupted by a phone call.
“I don’t know if now works for you, but I have the key if you want to see the Mason & Hamlin. I’m at the house now and just finished tuning it.”
“Hold on a sec.”
“Guys, it’s my piano technician. Who wants to see and hear the M&H, like, right now?”
Scott, Vlad, and Robb really wanted to go.
“Is it okay if I bring three others with me?”
“Don’t see why not. The old girl is ‘de-composing’ at the cemetery. I’m here alone and it’s a big house. I emailed the directions.”
“Eat up. Robb, grab some music. This could be the one!”
“We’re just finishing dinner....”
“Be there in 10 minutes. It’s right around the corner from my folk’s house,” Robb shouted after seeing the email.
**
I felt like an idiot lugging around the defibrillator, but happy I haven’t needed it so far. “This worked out well. Four guys to unload the truck and get the Bowflex to the loft. I can carry the instruction manual,” I said.
“Damn, forgot about it with the piano. Scott, call up and ask the others to get down here right now. Robb and I will unload it,” Ryan said.
“Here’s the pile of music you left on the counter,” James said.
The pieces of the machine were quickly loaded on the elevator. Robb took the wheel of the Expedition because he knew where he was going.
“This area looks familiar.”
“It should, Scott. We just passed my house. I noticed the light on in my brothers room. Maybe he was changing his ways. I can’t remember the last time he was at home this early in the evening. I suppose the ankle bracelet is a reminder to him,” Robb said, and reached over grabbing my leg.
“That’s one of the best decisions I made, moving you in with me. Two others are in the back seat,” I said, as I reached over and squeezed Robb’s knee.
As we pulled up in front of the piano’s home, Robb told us how he used to collect weekly for newspaper delivery when he was young. She never had the money ready so he listened to the old man making beautiful music on the piano. After a couple of years, their address was removed from his route list. Not long after, he saw the piano movers taking it away, remembering how big it was compared to anything else he’d seen.
“You know, it is weird to be coming here to audition the very same piano that got me interested in learning to play as a kid. Don’t even consider anything I have to say about it because I can’t be impartial.”
**
“Hello Ryan. You brought your own audience, I see. I touched up the tuning so you can hear why I love this piano so much. It had a major rebuild and I suspect refinishing in the 60’s and when the old man died, we took it back to the shop and gave it a new Wessell, Nickel, & Gross composite and carbon fibre action and totally regulated it, gave it new cold pressed hammers because she always complained it was heavy and too bright but he thought it was perfect and not to change a thing. She was thrilled with the difference it made. See what you think.”
Ryan started off with the prelude, “The Well Tempered Clavier” in C major from book one, commenting on the purity of tone and the smoothness of the action. The opening chords of the Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto 1 in B Flat Minor showed off the power, sustain and incredible bass produced by its long strings. The “G minor ballade” by Chopin impressed him even more.
“This might very well be the one. I love how it feels. Its keys are even ivory like yours. See what you think.”
Robb started by playing scales on the bottom two octaves augmented by playing the corresponding chord an octave higher, while a silly grin developed on his face, then played Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu, op 66. The 16th notes against triplets almost made me cry. It was such a mind bender, that I forgot we were there to evaluate the piano. I had no idea Robb was so accomplished. He continued by playing part of Chopin’s B flat minor Nocturne, and finished with Bach’s Goldberg Variations in G playing the aria and the first variation.
“Robb, I got to tell you....”
“What? That I play it too slowly?”
“Not at all! I was going to say Glenn Gould played it too fast. I think it sounds richer at a slower pace, like you are letting the piano express Bach for you rather than forcing it. I’m really impressed with your playing and as far as the piano is concerned, I’ve never heard one live that I like as much as this one,” I said, offering a handshake as congratulations.
“Careful, these hands are insured by Lloyds of London for 25 million.”
When the laughter died down, Vlad sat down to play. He played a John Williams Beatles arrangement from memory, very nicely, shocking us all.
“I had no idea!”
“What? You forgot I spend time with grandma Yulia in Ukraine? All I need to do is play something badly on her Bechstein and I get lessons for the rest of my stay. If we have a piano when she comes for the wedding, I’ll show you,” Vlad said.
“Guys, is their any doubt or am I being presumptuous?”
“If I had the money and the place, and the time to take lessons, I’d have bought this one myself but I don’t. It’s the finest piano I’ve had the pleasure to maintain. I’m going to take my tools out to the car and let you guys talk about it,” the technician said.
When the door closed, Vlad wrapped his arms around Ryan and asked him what he thought.
“Earlier, I said decisions were easy when I try one I don’t care for. I had no idea after all of the pianos I test drove that one would say “I’m the one” as clearly as this one spoke to me tonight. Robb, forget what you said earlier. How do you feel now having played it?”
“The touch surprised me. I expected it to be heavier. The feel anywhere on the length of any key was the same. On your baby grand you need to exert more pressure if you strike a key on the stem between the sharps compared to the keytop, the big end of a key. What I felt was a direct connection with the action, like it was doing what I need rather than feeling somewhat remotely connected. It’s hard to express, but an upright’s action is so convoluted compared to that of a grand. Even so, I’ve played lots of grands in various states of “well used” from “like new” to “lets push this one to the side of the road and hope the trash man takes it away.” This one was like gold. I think you should buy it is what I’m trying to say.”
“Scott?”
“I already gave it a “yay” by what I heard but you know piano is not my instrument. Vlad?”
“I’m hardly the one to ask. I’ve only played a Bechstein and a crappy no-name apartment upright. I’m more accustomed to Yulia’s but the way the sound of this surrounds you with it’s warmth is an amazing feeling. I love it enough to take lessons again if I could get any hours to practice on it. Ryan, I support you 100% if you decide this is the one.”
“My teacher and the technician both told me I would know when I found the right one. I’ve only had this feeling once before and that’s when I met you, Vlad.”
Hugs ensued. The technician returned.
“How much do they want for it?” Vlad asked.
“I gave them the price range of $31000 to $34000 right out of the book for one like this in this condition. The book is in U.S. Dollars. I don’t know if there are any others interested. I doubt it. They’re anxious to get it out of here and printed up some offer forms. Here’s a couple. Just fill in the information, sign it and date it and email it to them. I can’t tell you what figure is the lucky number to own it because I don’t know what they have in mind, so you are on your own. I’d like to see you get it because I’m sure you will continue to use my services. Like I said, this is a very special piano, and with the work done on it over the years, it is of the upmost quality, definitely a top tier performer’s instrument. I had one other semi-interested but he heard that Steinway were the best, which is why most concert pianists play Steinway exclusively,” he opined.
“Are they?” Vlad asked.
The reason most performers and recording artists are exclusive to Steinway is because they have the infrastructure. If you are going to New York for a recording session, your first stop is to Steinway Hall to try a number of concert grands they have available so you can chose which one would be the best choice for what you are playing or recording. They make it pretty painless.
Mason & Hamlin only makes about 10 concert grands a year compared to Steinway’s hundreds. Baldwin stopped producing their big grands years ago. The factory is still there but nothing is being produced. Any new Baldwins are made in Asia. When that M&H was built in 1902, there were about 1000 piano manufacturers in North America, now there are three. I’ve been over this piano with a fine-toothed comb, plus I’ve worked on it since my junior years. All it will need is another tuning after it’s acclimatized, some touching up, and a good polishing. Depending on the acoustics of the room, I will voice it, and if you want the action a bit heavier I can do that too. Give the ivory some daylight to keep it white, and close the lid when it’s not in use. One other thing. I didn’t tell the owners that the price I quoted from the book is in U.S. funds,” he said with a smile and wink.
“I guess we will sleep on it and work on an offer tomorrow. Can I have your card in case I have any other questions?”
“Oh sure, here’s a few if you know any others with serious pianos!”
**
The drive home was quiet, the last thing I would have expected. I was busting inside, looking forward to having a magnificent top tier performers concert grand in the loft and boys who played beautifully. Perhaps I would give it a try. My piano lessons as a kid had been a disaster but I felt that I had a sub-par teacher, and staying with it for only a few weeks wasn’t perhaps an adequate trial.
About half-way home the three of them started talking at the same time saying essentially what I was thinking, namely how super it will be to have a serious piano at home. Our class schedules were varied enough that we could all have some private practice time.
“Ryan, I hope you will go for your A.R.C.T. soon. I will have mine completed before Christmas,” Robb said.
“All in due course. I start skating Sunday afternoons at 5:50 PM, and Thursday mornings at 7:00 AM, and need some practice time for piano assuming we get it, and then there’s swimming five afternoons a week, and, oh yes, our wedding in a month, not forgetting homework. I may have to schedule lovemaking by appointment only!”
“Any chance of a cancellation for tonight for a party of four? I had a raging boner listening to you play and thought you and Vlad with me and my health care provider would be fun if that’s acceptable to you, Vlad.”
“It works for me Scott but I need you in the library for an hour to go over a pile of paperwork as soon as we get home.”
**
We were greeted by Danny and Brad who just finished assembling the workout machine; Aaron, getting a head start on Thursday’s dinner, and a “hey” from James, who was busy with assignments upstairs. Vlad steered me to the stairs and sat in the big chair after closing the library door, offering me the visitor’s chair.
“I have just sent you email copies on Réjeanne and Marie’s mortgage, all in order just a FYI and some things brewing south of the border regarding the faulty carpet. I talked to Ted this morning who has an offer from the insurance people to settle on the cottage. He thinks it’s a good offer especially if we get a good settlement from the carpet mill. I said I’d get you to call him tomorrow. Can we talk about the piano now, Scott?”
“Sure, it’s your baby so what have you up your sleeve?”
“I’ll offer them $29,000. What do you think?”
“Everyone thought it was the right piano. I’d be inclined to make it a nice round $30 thousand because it sounds a lot more. Besides, we know there isn’t anything around here for that price and if we screw up and lose it, It’ll mean a trip to California and we’ll be paying in US dollars at a 30% premium. I might make them sweat a bit and not send the offer for a day or two, but like I said it’s your baby. Do whatever you like.”
“I like how you think. I’ll write up an offer and send it Friday. Now let’s have a scotch.”
We moved to the leather sofa sitting close to one another. After toasting the concert grand I held Vlad’s hand, kissed his red lips, and placed my hand on his crotch. Finding it hard was no surprise. I knew it would be. Mine was pulsing.
“Scott, I really wasn’t sure we would get you back. I’m so happy. Was there a turning point when you knew it would be alright?”
“The sex tape you guys made for me made me realize how much love we had going on. I’ve watched some porn from the Czech Republic but honestly, what you guys did for me was better than anything I’ve watched. I came hands free when Ryan blew and again when you shot your thick cum through your jock. I wanted to lick it off!”
Obviously, Vlad believed me because we were lip locked after I finished talking.
“Can I come in?”
It was James cautiously entering after I opened the door.
“Have a seat,” I said, after escorting him to the sofa with my arm over his brawny shoulder, parking him beside Vlad, and making him the meat in the sandwich. “What’s on your mind?”
“When will I get to sleep with you, if you don’t mind me being blunt? I haven’t got any since Danny ploughed my ass Sunday night.”
I stroked his warm leg which was pressed against mine. “I don’t think most of us have had their sexual appetites satisfied for awhile.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to Ryan,” Vlad said as he stood up and left the library.
“James, I want to blow you real slow, right here, right now,” I said, in a slow methodical manner so that he was fully hard by the end of the statement, and was exploring my leg and my crotch.
“As long as I can return the favour at the same time.”
Our kisses intensified the hardness of our erections and slow didn’t describe anything we did from that point. I attempted to insert as much time between the start and finish of the 69 by alternating sucking, licking his balls and taint and slurping the precum from his mostly exposed glans. James showed me no mercy and went full speed ahead with the occasional hard squeeze of my balls. I was sliding his cock over my face when his first volley arced across my face so I swallowed his cock all the way and let him skull fuck me which slightly prevented me from swallowing his full load. Nevertheless, having James’ cum creeping down my face turned me on so much that I flooded James’ mouth. The tonguing after the eruption was really intimate and looking into his beautiful blue eyes reminded me how much I’ve always loved him. We laid in an embrace for a few minutes inhaling each other’s scents.
It was good to be back.
To be continued …
Sheep,
I knew I'd been away too much with the real world happening. How do I get an invite to the loft? I could REALLY stand to join the boys for their fun and frolic and fucking.
Great Chapter - so much happening and the new organ just around the corner, and now a new to them better than mint set of 88, too.
I knew I'd been away too much with the real world happening. How do I get an invite to the loft? I could REALLY stand to join the boys for their fun and frolic and fucking.
Great Chapter - so much happening and the new organ just around the corner, and now a new to them better than mint set of 88, too.
Things will be chaotic for a little while, but I'll give Scott a note. The boys like blowing fuses, like the time John the butcher came for dinner and darned near spit out his teeth when Jesse suggested a nude soak in the hot tub after dinner, only to be out-done by Danny who slapped John's face with his 10" hard cock. They sure know how to make a guest feel welcome. John knew how to prevent Danny from having a nocturnal pollution. If you don't recall that, you might want to re-read Chapter 61.
Speaking of 10" cocks, I was looking through YouTube and saw a brilliant arrangement of Holst, The Planets -- Jupiter, Bringer of Joy, performed by the brilliant British organist and arranger, Jonathan Scott. You may recall that our Scott reserved this name for Aaron's magnificent cock. Jonathan's area of expertise is transcribing orchestral pieces for performance on a concert pipe organ.
I hope you enjoy. Good headphones will help greatly in that pursuit.
Thanks.
I know a new chapter is way overdue but I've been mired in paperwork. If, as, or when I get that out of the way I want to finish <i>Swim Team</i>. It might be end of the summer before that happens. Sorry about that 
It has been a particularly busy time of life lately, hasn't it?
I know a new chapter is way overdue but I've been mired in paperwork. If, as, or when I get that out of the way I want to finish Swim Team. It might be end of the summer before that happens. Sorry about that
Notice I didn't specify a year. OMG it's been over a year since I left that comment. The team is never very far from my thoughts but I think things are getting caught up. I've even considered writing concurrent with my paperwork which should get another chapter out this Fall. No promises.
