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Swim Team
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Hi, Guys.
Our good buddy, Sheep, also our illustrious author, sent me an e-mail late this afternoon.
We knew he had been under the weather - it got worse.
He had a Heart Attack.
He's on the road to recovery, but he's weak, and it will be awhile before he can resume work on our Swim Team.
Here's his note in his own words:
Then I had a heart attack.
There was pretty brutal damage to the heart muscle but they found the blockage in the artery supplying the hearts left atrium.
It was 95% blocked, and was fixed with a stent, all through a tiny hole in my wrist.
I think I had the heart attack Sunday morning because I woke with an acid stomach which tums didn't cure.
As the day wore on I felt crappier. Finally I went into hubby's room and sat on his bad, asking him if he thought my breathing sounded gurgly, and he told me to get dressed.
He drove me to the hospital and for some unknown reason, there was nobody ahead of me.
They put the cuff on me which showed blood pressure of 215 over 120.
Then they gave me aspirin to dissolve under my tongue, then nitro glycerine, then a big bag of morphine.
It felt like I had a big rock on my chest.
Now it's Thursday afternoon and I'm home, feeling weak.
My coordination is messed up, I'm weak and short of breath.
I feel confused.
I know I can't continue writing at the moment but still want to finish Swim Team.
I won't be at the computer too much for awhile.
Could you post something about Sheep having a big one but Flash provided fast ambulance service and I survived it, and am in recovery now?
Keep our good buddy in your thoughts and prayers.
Thanks!
Our good buddy, Sheep, also our illustrious author, sent me an e-mail late this afternoon.
We knew he had been under the weather - it got worse.
He had a Heart Attack.
He's on the road to recovery, but he's weak, and it will be awhile before he can resume work on our Swim Team.
Here's his note in his own words:
Then I had a heart attack.
There was pretty brutal damage to the heart muscle but they found the blockage in the artery supplying the hearts left atrium.
It was 95% blocked, and was fixed with a stent, all through a tiny hole in my wrist.
I think I had the heart attack Sunday morning because I woke with an acid stomach which tums didn't cure.
As the day wore on I felt crappier. Finally I went into hubby's room and sat on his bad, asking him if he thought my breathing sounded gurgly, and he told me to get dressed.
He drove me to the hospital and for some unknown reason, there was nobody ahead of me.
They put the cuff on me which showed blood pressure of 215 over 120.
Then they gave me aspirin to dissolve under my tongue, then nitro glycerine, then a big bag of morphine.
It felt like I had a big rock on my chest.
Now it's Thursday afternoon and I'm home, feeling weak.
My coordination is messed up, I'm weak and short of breath.
I feel confused.
I know I can't continue writing at the moment but still want to finish Swim Team.
I won't be at the computer too much for awhile.
Could you post something about Sheep having a big one but Flash provided fast ambulance service and I survived it, and am in recovery now?
Keep our good buddy in your thoughts and prayers.
Thanks!
I have enjoyed reading your story "SWIM TEAM" and I can't wait until you're better to continue the story. I hope Sheep continues to recover from his heart attack and returns to the story as soon as possible.
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Sheep is on the mend - coming along faster than he could have hoped for, but still slow going.
I'm really touched that you guys are fussing over me. The improvement from day to day is remarkable. I've even lost a few lbs! I will get back to the story soon enough but losing a week from work makes it essential to catch up with that before anything else. I'll let you know when I'm writing again.
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Your RECOVERY is the Most Important thing right now!
Everything else will cum later, in it's own good time, I'm sure!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
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Your RECOVERY is the Most Important thing right now!
Everything else will cum later, in it's own good time, I'm sure!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Chapter Seventy-one
©2011-13 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected.
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain
Previously
I kissed it, kissed his balls and played with him, told him I loved him, ran my hands up and down his legs, squeezed his balls: he returned the favour. I sniffed his balls and foreskin and almost blew. I was on the edge and knew Aaron was too, so I went face to face with him. What could be more natural than French kissing a boy named Aaron LaFrance? There would be only three nights to prove our love for each other. Regardless of the incredible sensations, the friendship and love that had bonded us, I felt a sense of impending loss.
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Being at the height of an intense love-making experience wasn’t the time to worry about losses, so we continued sucking face to buy time for our balls to quit churning before we went back to our play time. Soon enough, the sensation passed, so we resumed our sixty-nine, and within thirty seconds, we flooded each other’s mouths with our tasty seed. We stayed in that position well after the swallows came back to Capistrano, licking and kissing, and finally changing ends again only to discover we were both damp in the eyes. I pulled him up from the bed, and we took a shower together, hugging under the falling water. Neither of us said anything about crying because we both knew why we did it.
I toweled my awesome friend dry and Aaron returned the favour. We both put on clean clothes as my undies were saturated with precum after Adam’s horny striptease. Vlad and Adam finished doing the dirty and took over the steamed up shower.
James’ dad called me to tell me butthead refused my offer on the boat. I told him I could go to $9900 but I saw in the paper, here in Ottawa, another equivalent Duke for an asking price of $10,000 and was going to call about it as soon as Vlad finished in the shower. I told James’ dad I would let him know.
I got all the paperwork ready for Adam to call Bruce McGovern at the bank to let him know he arrived and was getting organized in Ottawa. Finally, Vlad and Adam emerged from the shower and got dressed.
“If you put those black slacks on, I’ll mark the leg length and shorten them for you, Adam. I have a couple of sewing machines,” Vlad said.
Vlad pinned the pant legs; Adam removed them carefully and Vlad whisked them away into another room. In minutes we heard the familiar whirr of a sewing machine. I went in to see how he did it but by then he had the ironing board set up, and was pressing the pants.
“Try these on,” Vlad said, as he passed them to Adam.
He looked like he owned the bank, with his blue dress shirt and the properly fitting black slacks, and polished black leather shoes.
==
“You must be able to project a poker face over the phone because dad went over to asshole’s cottage and presented the new offer of $9900 stating you liked the boat, but had seen one in Ottawa asking 10 or best offer and the ad was in the paper continuously for the last three weeks. It also included a trailer. His advice was to take the offer and he would have the money on Thursday. He signed as accepting the offer, then they had a beer. In better days it would have been a Scotch. So Scott, I hope you didn’t buy the other boat,” James said.
“I wouldn’t do that to you guys. James, get me everything I need to put insurance on it, like repair bills from you and Duke, photographs, etc. and email them to me. I’ll get the insurance company on it so it’s insured when we get there Thursday,” I said.
“Vlad, on Thursday you will get a ride in a piece of Muskoka’s history, built before your dad was born, and running better than the day it was built. I’m sure if James was at the marina, he would be polishing and detailing the launch,” I said.
“Oh, wow. I’m looking forward to it! Did you manage to steal it?”
“I paid a price acceptable to the buyer and seller at the time of the sale.”
“So you stole it,” Vlad said.
I smiled.
I gave Adam the information to call Bruce at the bank so he fired up his laptop, parked himself by a phone, and made the call. I felt he was nervous so I stayed with him to make him relax. He got through right away and I assume Bruce made him feel at ease because he was smiling and talking with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone when he wasn’t typing notes. They had a brief discussion about Caul’s death, with Adam calling it the worst day of his life. Adam asked him for dinner @Signatures for Wednesday night and included the invitation to his benefactor, to meet his twin, Scott, and Vlad. I could hear the discussion.
“I’m looking forward to it but your benefactor works out of his office in Montréal but lives on a huge estate far north of the city, and wouldn’t be able to make it for dinner. If you guys are close to the restaurant, I could drive to your place and we can walk from there. Is Seven too late?” Bruce asked.
“Why don’t you try for 6:30 so we can have a drink here at the condo? Three of us are too young to drink, but Scott is more liberal,” Adam said.
I made Adam know through charades that I needed to talk to Bruce.
“Good afternoon Bruce, Scott here. I guess you will need Adam to come into your branch and fill in a job application, and I need to get a certified cheque for a mahogany launch from the 50’s I just bought,” I explained.
“A certified cheque needs to be done where the account is. We can do it by courier which normally takes a couple of days.”
“That might be a deal breaker. Vlad and I are leaving here early Thursday and if I don’t have the money, the deal will collapse and I’ll look like a fool.”
“Why don’t you get cash from Vlad and give him a cheque? I shouldn’t say this but there is plenty. This is where he banks,” Bruce said.
“I’ll talk to him and get back to you. One more question -- do you have prepaid credit cards? I want the twins to carry something for emergencies.”
“Sure, although I’m sure they would qualify for a normal card.”
“I want to get them cards with a $500 limit and I will pay, so when Adam comes in, we will all come in,” I said.
“Can you all be here at 3:00?”
“Sure, we will see you at 3. Here’s Adam again,” I said.
Vlad was fussing around, packing his suitcases with family photos so the twins could make themselves at home. I asked him out on the balcony.
The sun was lovely but Autumn was in the air. Ottawa was ahead of Toronto in the season change.
“Babes, I wouldn’t ask you this except I can’t get a certified cheque in town because my branch is in Toronto. They could courier one but if it didn’t arrive Wednesday the boat deal could fall apart.”
“We can’t have that. I think it’s important that you have that launch for our weekend. Write me a cheque for whatever you need including tax and I will get the cash out of my slush fund. Give me a Loonie for my trouble,” he said.
I got my cheque book out and wrote Vlad a cheque for $11,487 for the boat, tax and half of the $600 they bargained it down, under the original agreed amount of $10,500.
“When are we going to the bank and who do we see?” Vlad asked.
“3:00 and we see Bruce McGovern.”
He is nice. He took me out for dinner after my uncle died. I think he might be gay, but then, my gaydar isn’t the best.,” Vlad said.
“We are all going because I’m getting each of the twins a small prepaid credit card. I don’t want them selling their bodies for groceries,” I chuckled.
“With those two, it wouldn’t be for groceries. Perhaps a house in the South Pacific, but not groceries. That’s the great thing about being the executor,” Vlad said.
“This is from me personally. I want to see how long the money lasts. I really haven’t had time to track expenses or plan investment strategies. My school workload doesn’t look terribly heavy and then I’m done in May, unless I take something in C & F just so I can stay on the swim team.”
“That’s a nice thing you are doing for the twins. I would like to pay half…”
“Absolutely not. Vlad, you are letting them use your condo. That’s a huge benefit. But thanks anyway,” I said.
I told Aaron we were all going to the bank.
“Oh great, are they giving away free samples?” he giggled.
“Perhaps.” Take your ID with you.
“Can we go in Vlad’s car?”
I looked at Vlad with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure, it needs a run anyway. If everyone is ready, we can drive by the parliament buildings,” he said.
The car was huge and Vlad did look silly driving it. It was pretty dusty and had snow tires so it didn’t didn’t look its best, but it started right up and was quiet as a tomb. The parliament buildings were still pretty spectacular considering the children who don’t play nice in its two houses. We found a parking spot close to the bank and piled out.
“Mr. Petrushko, how are you today?” said a well dressed, handsome executive whose voice I recognized.
Vlad introduced all of us to Bruce McGovern then told him he needed to get a large cash withdrawal. Bruce took Vlad to the head teller and came back to look after the credit cards. We followed him to the side counter where a pleasant girl looked after our needs. Bruce told Adam to knock on his door when he was finished there. Vlad joined us.
“Guess what I have in my pocket?”
“I know what you have in your pocket. It’s called a bulge,” I said with a wink.
The girl got me to sign a couple of withdrawal slips then handed me the cards, in their classy envelopes, which I put in my pocket. We all headed back to Bruce’s office.
“Adam, if you don’t mind some company, you all can come in.”
“We have no secrets. One is my twin and the other two are like our mom and dad. We are a family,” Adam said as he pulled me and Vlad into a lateral hug.
Adam, why don’t you sit at my desk because I have some paperwork to be signed. The rest of us sat at a less formal table and rubbernecked. It was a nice office but not quite as nice as Caul’s.
“Can we wash the car? I’ll pay,” Aaron asked.
“Actually, we could do that now. I also need to go to the hardware store and get some keys cut,” Vlad said.
“We can come back in a half hour,” Vlad said to Bruce.
“That works out fine for me, Vlad.”
We let ourselves out and Vlad hit the car wash, driving out the other end with a shiny black sedan. I made a mental note to check the blue book on it when we we got home. We crossed the Rideau, drove through UOttawa back into Sandy Hill and found a little old hardware store where Vlad had extra keys cut. The old guy was meticulous, running them through twice and then buffing them on a wheel.
“Make sure you try them all when you get home and bring them back if any don’t work properly because your key is a copy. It’s always better to make them from the original,” he said.
We went back across the Rideau and arrived at the bank. It was rush hour now and there wasn’t any street parking, so I got out to find Adam while Vlad looped the block. Timing was right on; Adam and Bruce walked out of the office as I walked in the front door. I shook hands with Bruce and said I looked forward to seeing him for drinks and dinner on Wednesday. Adam appeared to be on cloud nine.
“What are you waiting for? Get in the car!” I said.
“Sorry, I thought it was a government limo. It looks great and runs well. We are definitely interested if Ryan doesn’t want it,” Adam said.
“That went very well. Do we have any orange juice or coke so we can have a drink when we get back?” Adam asked.
“There’s a store a couple of blocks away. We need milk and cream too,” Vlad said.
Vlad carried on like a tour bus operator, even pointing out the business school at UOttawa, then drove us to Le Cordon Bleu with the restaurant out front in a grand old house and the cooking school behind. We drove back there so Aaron could see where he would be spending most of his time for the next year, then we went to the store. Aaron went in with Vlad. Adam was obviously busting to tell us about his meeting but held off. Soon enough the others got in the car with a bag of groceries and we travelled the two blocks home. As advised, Vlad tested all the keys in the common areas and finally in the condo. Adam squeezed past needing the toilet. We all flopped down in the living room. Aaron asked if anyone wanted a beer and surprisingly we all did.
Vlad turned on the stereo and plugged his computer into it and found some mellow music. Adam put his beer on the coffee table and produced an envelope designed to look expensive with his name written in beautiful script. The letter was short and sweet.
I have all the confidence in your ability. I
hope your drive is as strong as your ability.
I don’t want to see you driving busses.
Please let me know how school is going
each semester through Bruce
and there was the initial P following the note.
The paper was embossed with a coat of arms. Also in the envelope was a receipt from Student Accounts for $10,000. I passed it around and hugged Adam tightly to me.
“Who is P,” Adam inquired.
He is Canadian French success story. If he wanted you to know, he would have said so. He started by renting school busses to take miners to the mines up north and just grew the business, and got into other businesses. I won’t tell you anymore because he likes to remain under the radar. He shuns publicity. I can tell you that the $10,000 he gave you won’t hurt him a bit. If he finds out that you didn’t apply yourself he will be upset. He has a good track record of making proper choices.
Everyone was really impressed with the note and Vlad proposed a toast to Adam’s success at school.
“I want to keep this forever. Will you put it in the safe when you get home, Scott? Adam asked.
I kissed his hair and exchanged smiles with him. Naturally I would. I was more excited than he was because I knew who signed it.
It was late afternoon. Aaron looked through the freezer and cupboards and decided we would have Penne Arrabbiata in a tomato reduction. Vlad and I needed our “me” time with some Scotch. We finished a single malt from the highlands -- Glen something, and added a little water. Since we were short of a library, we went out on the deck with our jackets as it was getting cool.
“This is for you, Scott,” Vlad said as he passed me the bulging envelope of cash. “That was a nice thing you did for the twins. You really impress me.”
“I’m glad my cheque didn’t bounce for the boat, Vlad,” I said.
He retrieved his wallet, pulling out a cheque.
“You mean this one?”
After flashing it to me, he tore it up and handed it to me.
“Close your mouth, Scott, or you’ll get flies in it. I know you busted your ass to have that beautiful launch to take me to the cottage on Thursday. We both know my health could get ugly very quickly and next spring might be too late, so in that sense, you bought it for me. I know I’m correct on this. I appreciate it and the hundreds of other things you do for me. It made me happy to make one of your dreams come true. As for the twins and my Mercury, I promised it to Ryan, but if for some reason he doesn’t want it, I don’t really have a problem with the twins using it, other than it might take their minds off schoolwork. I’ll talk to him again. Could you take a photo of it that I could send him?” Vlad asked.
As our drinks were empty, I gave Vlad a lateral hug and escorted him back inside. Vlad went into the kitchen to put on the kettle for green tea while I checked my email. To my surprise, I got a big email pertaining to the launch. Included were a few photos taken at the marina including one cruising with the trees in the background, some of which had begun to change colours. It didn’t need James to polish it. Perhaps he did it on the weekend because it was immaculate.
Everyone returned to the living room. I produced the credit cards for the twins and had them sign them, and was rewarded with a kiss.
“Look at what an unknown benefactor gave me,” I said as I turned the computer so everyone could see it.
For boys who weren’t even born until over 40 years after the boat was made, they sure liked it. I wished it was Thursday morning! The aroma from the kitchen was making us all hungry, so I opened a bottle of full bodied red Italian wine. After looking at Vlad’s set of crystal glasses, I opted for juice glasses. The twins served dinner which was really good.
“I didn’t tell Scott the boat gift had to remain anonymous. He is such a good friend, and generous with everyone. I wanted to give him something he will have forever.”
I reached into my pocket and put the pieces of the cheque on the table.
“He gave me my cheque back after giving me the cash for the boat, but shredded it first. I think we should call it Vlad’s boat,” I said.
Vlad turned pink.
When the table was cleared off, Aaron asked me for help setting up his 27” iMac. Vlad had a desk in his room so we decided it could go there. I pulled it out of the box while Aaron held the carton. We both lifted it up to the desk.
“Okay, Aaron, you can hook it up.”
Computers weren’t Aaron’s forte but he averted a panic attack when he plugged it in, plugging the backup drive into the wall and plugging the USB3 cable to the drive.
“Does it matter which hole I shove this in? There are four that look like this should fit,” Aaron said.
“Are you talking about the cable?” I asked.
“But of course! Did you think I was referring to this?” he asked, as he guided my hand over his bulge.
“The USB3 ports are all the same,” I said, as my voice cracked with anticipation.
He pressed the power button and soon after, got a message to the effect the Loft Wi-Fi isn’t available and did he want to join another network. I told him to join the one called “AlexanderTheGreat” and I gave him the password when asked for it.
“Thanks for the help,” Aaron said.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You got little Aaron ready for tonight.”
“As if he needed it,” I said.
“You guys better not be having sex without me,” Vlad shouted from the hall.
“Do we need to toss a bucket of cold water on you, Aaron?” I asked.
“No, let’s all cuddle and watch a movie,” Aaron said.
“Anyone for a drink?” Vlad asked.
“I’ll have a Scotch with you if you’re having one,” I said.
“Anyone else?”
“I’ll taste Scott’s if that’s okay,” Aaron said.
The mischievous grin made it clear he wasn’t talking about the Scotch.
We decided on an old movie starring Peter Sellers called “The Party” which was hysterical. Sellers played the part of a bumbling Indian actor, Hrundi V. Bakshi, who, due to a clerical mistake, got invited to a classy Hollywood party where anything that could go wrong, did. We cuddled or put our feet in someone’s lap on Vlad’s quality leather L shaped couch. I remember massaging someone’s feet at some point. Aaron tasted my Scotch but took off to the kitchen to get a can of Coke to wash it down and get the horrible taste out of his mouth. Vlad and I finished what was left of that bottle. I guess it wasn’t a great movie for showing off Vlad’s A/V system which was pretty decent, and would suffice to entertain the twins and their roomies on cold winter nights.
We were all pretty tired after the drive and the movie. Aaron had no difficulty convincing us to go to bed after I phoned the boys to see how everything was. How strange. They seemed to be getting along just fine in my absence. I got sandwiched between Aaron and Vlad which suited me just fine. Aaron was in heat and Vlad was very sexy. They both took turns getting me horny, but it wasn’t until Aaron placed my hand on his huge hard cock that my precum started to drip. Aaron wrapped his lips around my love pole.
“You are my superman,” he said.
“I’ve never said I’m superman. What I said is that superman and I have never been seen at the same time.”
to be continued …
Sorry for the long delay. I’ve been on the mend since my heart attack. I still have a way to go. I’m supposed to be avoiding stress.
©2011-13 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected.
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain
Previously
I kissed it, kissed his balls and played with him, told him I loved him, ran my hands up and down his legs, squeezed his balls: he returned the favour. I sniffed his balls and foreskin and almost blew. I was on the edge and knew Aaron was too, so I went face to face with him. What could be more natural than French kissing a boy named Aaron LaFrance? There would be only three nights to prove our love for each other. Regardless of the incredible sensations, the friendship and love that had bonded us, I felt a sense of impending loss.
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Being at the height of an intense love-making experience wasn’t the time to worry about losses, so we continued sucking face to buy time for our balls to quit churning before we went back to our play time. Soon enough, the sensation passed, so we resumed our sixty-nine, and within thirty seconds, we flooded each other’s mouths with our tasty seed. We stayed in that position well after the swallows came back to Capistrano, licking and kissing, and finally changing ends again only to discover we were both damp in the eyes. I pulled him up from the bed, and we took a shower together, hugging under the falling water. Neither of us said anything about crying because we both knew why we did it.
I toweled my awesome friend dry and Aaron returned the favour. We both put on clean clothes as my undies were saturated with precum after Adam’s horny striptease. Vlad and Adam finished doing the dirty and took over the steamed up shower.
James’ dad called me to tell me butthead refused my offer on the boat. I told him I could go to $9900 but I saw in the paper, here in Ottawa, another equivalent Duke for an asking price of $10,000 and was going to call about it as soon as Vlad finished in the shower. I told James’ dad I would let him know.
I got all the paperwork ready for Adam to call Bruce McGovern at the bank to let him know he arrived and was getting organized in Ottawa. Finally, Vlad and Adam emerged from the shower and got dressed.
“If you put those black slacks on, I’ll mark the leg length and shorten them for you, Adam. I have a couple of sewing machines,” Vlad said.
Vlad pinned the pant legs; Adam removed them carefully and Vlad whisked them away into another room. In minutes we heard the familiar whirr of a sewing machine. I went in to see how he did it but by then he had the ironing board set up, and was pressing the pants.
“Try these on,” Vlad said, as he passed them to Adam.
He looked like he owned the bank, with his blue dress shirt and the properly fitting black slacks, and polished black leather shoes.
==
“You must be able to project a poker face over the phone because dad went over to asshole’s cottage and presented the new offer of $9900 stating you liked the boat, but had seen one in Ottawa asking 10 or best offer and the ad was in the paper continuously for the last three weeks. It also included a trailer. His advice was to take the offer and he would have the money on Thursday. He signed as accepting the offer, then they had a beer. In better days it would have been a Scotch. So Scott, I hope you didn’t buy the other boat,” James said.
“I wouldn’t do that to you guys. James, get me everything I need to put insurance on it, like repair bills from you and Duke, photographs, etc. and email them to me. I’ll get the insurance company on it so it’s insured when we get there Thursday,” I said.
“Vlad, on Thursday you will get a ride in a piece of Muskoka’s history, built before your dad was born, and running better than the day it was built. I’m sure if James was at the marina, he would be polishing and detailing the launch,” I said.
“Oh, wow. I’m looking forward to it! Did you manage to steal it?”
“I paid a price acceptable to the buyer and seller at the time of the sale.”
“So you stole it,” Vlad said.
I smiled.
I gave Adam the information to call Bruce at the bank so he fired up his laptop, parked himself by a phone, and made the call. I felt he was nervous so I stayed with him to make him relax. He got through right away and I assume Bruce made him feel at ease because he was smiling and talking with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone when he wasn’t typing notes. They had a brief discussion about Caul’s death, with Adam calling it the worst day of his life. Adam asked him for dinner @Signatures for Wednesday night and included the invitation to his benefactor, to meet his twin, Scott, and Vlad. I could hear the discussion.
“I’m looking forward to it but your benefactor works out of his office in Montréal but lives on a huge estate far north of the city, and wouldn’t be able to make it for dinner. If you guys are close to the restaurant, I could drive to your place and we can walk from there. Is Seven too late?” Bruce asked.
“Why don’t you try for 6:30 so we can have a drink here at the condo? Three of us are too young to drink, but Scott is more liberal,” Adam said.
I made Adam know through charades that I needed to talk to Bruce.
“Good afternoon Bruce, Scott here. I guess you will need Adam to come into your branch and fill in a job application, and I need to get a certified cheque for a mahogany launch from the 50’s I just bought,” I explained.
“A certified cheque needs to be done where the account is. We can do it by courier which normally takes a couple of days.”
“That might be a deal breaker. Vlad and I are leaving here early Thursday and if I don’t have the money, the deal will collapse and I’ll look like a fool.”
“Why don’t you get cash from Vlad and give him a cheque? I shouldn’t say this but there is plenty. This is where he banks,” Bruce said.
“I’ll talk to him and get back to you. One more question -- do you have prepaid credit cards? I want the twins to carry something for emergencies.”
“Sure, although I’m sure they would qualify for a normal card.”
“I want to get them cards with a $500 limit and I will pay, so when Adam comes in, we will all come in,” I said.
“Can you all be here at 3:00?”
“Sure, we will see you at 3. Here’s Adam again,” I said.
Vlad was fussing around, packing his suitcases with family photos so the twins could make themselves at home. I asked him out on the balcony.
The sun was lovely but Autumn was in the air. Ottawa was ahead of Toronto in the season change.
“Babes, I wouldn’t ask you this except I can’t get a certified cheque in town because my branch is in Toronto. They could courier one but if it didn’t arrive Wednesday the boat deal could fall apart.”
“We can’t have that. I think it’s important that you have that launch for our weekend. Write me a cheque for whatever you need including tax and I will get the cash out of my slush fund. Give me a Loonie for my trouble,” he said.
I got my cheque book out and wrote Vlad a cheque for $11,487 for the boat, tax and half of the $600 they bargained it down, under the original agreed amount of $10,500.
“When are we going to the bank and who do we see?” Vlad asked.
“3:00 and we see Bruce McGovern.”
He is nice. He took me out for dinner after my uncle died. I think he might be gay, but then, my gaydar isn’t the best.,” Vlad said.
“We are all going because I’m getting each of the twins a small prepaid credit card. I don’t want them selling their bodies for groceries,” I chuckled.
“With those two, it wouldn’t be for groceries. Perhaps a house in the South Pacific, but not groceries. That’s the great thing about being the executor,” Vlad said.
“This is from me personally. I want to see how long the money lasts. I really haven’t had time to track expenses or plan investment strategies. My school workload doesn’t look terribly heavy and then I’m done in May, unless I take something in C & F just so I can stay on the swim team.”
“That’s a nice thing you are doing for the twins. I would like to pay half…”
“Absolutely not. Vlad, you are letting them use your condo. That’s a huge benefit. But thanks anyway,” I said.
I told Aaron we were all going to the bank.
“Oh great, are they giving away free samples?” he giggled.
“Perhaps.” Take your ID with you.
“Can we go in Vlad’s car?”
I looked at Vlad with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure, it needs a run anyway. If everyone is ready, we can drive by the parliament buildings,” he said.
The car was huge and Vlad did look silly driving it. It was pretty dusty and had snow tires so it didn’t didn’t look its best, but it started right up and was quiet as a tomb. The parliament buildings were still pretty spectacular considering the children who don’t play nice in its two houses. We found a parking spot close to the bank and piled out.
“Mr. Petrushko, how are you today?” said a well dressed, handsome executive whose voice I recognized.
Vlad introduced all of us to Bruce McGovern then told him he needed to get a large cash withdrawal. Bruce took Vlad to the head teller and came back to look after the credit cards. We followed him to the side counter where a pleasant girl looked after our needs. Bruce told Adam to knock on his door when he was finished there. Vlad joined us.
“Guess what I have in my pocket?”
“I know what you have in your pocket. It’s called a bulge,” I said with a wink.
The girl got me to sign a couple of withdrawal slips then handed me the cards, in their classy envelopes, which I put in my pocket. We all headed back to Bruce’s office.
“Adam, if you don’t mind some company, you all can come in.”
“We have no secrets. One is my twin and the other two are like our mom and dad. We are a family,” Adam said as he pulled me and Vlad into a lateral hug.
Adam, why don’t you sit at my desk because I have some paperwork to be signed. The rest of us sat at a less formal table and rubbernecked. It was a nice office but not quite as nice as Caul’s.
“Can we wash the car? I’ll pay,” Aaron asked.
“Actually, we could do that now. I also need to go to the hardware store and get some keys cut,” Vlad said.
“We can come back in a half hour,” Vlad said to Bruce.
“That works out fine for me, Vlad.”
We let ourselves out and Vlad hit the car wash, driving out the other end with a shiny black sedan. I made a mental note to check the blue book on it when we we got home. We crossed the Rideau, drove through UOttawa back into Sandy Hill and found a little old hardware store where Vlad had extra keys cut. The old guy was meticulous, running them through twice and then buffing them on a wheel.
“Make sure you try them all when you get home and bring them back if any don’t work properly because your key is a copy. It’s always better to make them from the original,” he said.
We went back across the Rideau and arrived at the bank. It was rush hour now and there wasn’t any street parking, so I got out to find Adam while Vlad looped the block. Timing was right on; Adam and Bruce walked out of the office as I walked in the front door. I shook hands with Bruce and said I looked forward to seeing him for drinks and dinner on Wednesday. Adam appeared to be on cloud nine.
“What are you waiting for? Get in the car!” I said.
“Sorry, I thought it was a government limo. It looks great and runs well. We are definitely interested if Ryan doesn’t want it,” Adam said.
“That went very well. Do we have any orange juice or coke so we can have a drink when we get back?” Adam asked.
“There’s a store a couple of blocks away. We need milk and cream too,” Vlad said.
Vlad carried on like a tour bus operator, even pointing out the business school at UOttawa, then drove us to Le Cordon Bleu with the restaurant out front in a grand old house and the cooking school behind. We drove back there so Aaron could see where he would be spending most of his time for the next year, then we went to the store. Aaron went in with Vlad. Adam was obviously busting to tell us about his meeting but held off. Soon enough the others got in the car with a bag of groceries and we travelled the two blocks home. As advised, Vlad tested all the keys in the common areas and finally in the condo. Adam squeezed past needing the toilet. We all flopped down in the living room. Aaron asked if anyone wanted a beer and surprisingly we all did.
Vlad turned on the stereo and plugged his computer into it and found some mellow music. Adam put his beer on the coffee table and produced an envelope designed to look expensive with his name written in beautiful script. The letter was short and sweet.
I have all the confidence in your ability. I
hope your drive is as strong as your ability.
I don’t want to see you driving busses.
Please let me know how school is going
each semester through Bruce
and there was the initial P following the note.
The paper was embossed with a coat of arms. Also in the envelope was a receipt from Student Accounts for $10,000. I passed it around and hugged Adam tightly to me.
“Who is P,” Adam inquired.
He is Canadian French success story. If he wanted you to know, he would have said so. He started by renting school busses to take miners to the mines up north and just grew the business, and got into other businesses. I won’t tell you anymore because he likes to remain under the radar. He shuns publicity. I can tell you that the $10,000 he gave you won’t hurt him a bit. If he finds out that you didn’t apply yourself he will be upset. He has a good track record of making proper choices.
Everyone was really impressed with the note and Vlad proposed a toast to Adam’s success at school.
“I want to keep this forever. Will you put it in the safe when you get home, Scott? Adam asked.
I kissed his hair and exchanged smiles with him. Naturally I would. I was more excited than he was because I knew who signed it.
It was late afternoon. Aaron looked through the freezer and cupboards and decided we would have Penne Arrabbiata in a tomato reduction. Vlad and I needed our “me” time with some Scotch. We finished a single malt from the highlands -- Glen something, and added a little water. Since we were short of a library, we went out on the deck with our jackets as it was getting cool.
“This is for you, Scott,” Vlad said as he passed me the bulging envelope of cash. “That was a nice thing you did for the twins. You really impress me.”
“I’m glad my cheque didn’t bounce for the boat, Vlad,” I said.
He retrieved his wallet, pulling out a cheque.
“You mean this one?”
After flashing it to me, he tore it up and handed it to me.
“Close your mouth, Scott, or you’ll get flies in it. I know you busted your ass to have that beautiful launch to take me to the cottage on Thursday. We both know my health could get ugly very quickly and next spring might be too late, so in that sense, you bought it for me. I know I’m correct on this. I appreciate it and the hundreds of other things you do for me. It made me happy to make one of your dreams come true. As for the twins and my Mercury, I promised it to Ryan, but if for some reason he doesn’t want it, I don’t really have a problem with the twins using it, other than it might take their minds off schoolwork. I’ll talk to him again. Could you take a photo of it that I could send him?” Vlad asked.
As our drinks were empty, I gave Vlad a lateral hug and escorted him back inside. Vlad went into the kitchen to put on the kettle for green tea while I checked my email. To my surprise, I got a big email pertaining to the launch. Included were a few photos taken at the marina including one cruising with the trees in the background, some of which had begun to change colours. It didn’t need James to polish it. Perhaps he did it on the weekend because it was immaculate.
Everyone returned to the living room. I produced the credit cards for the twins and had them sign them, and was rewarded with a kiss.
“Look at what an unknown benefactor gave me,” I said as I turned the computer so everyone could see it.
For boys who weren’t even born until over 40 years after the boat was made, they sure liked it. I wished it was Thursday morning! The aroma from the kitchen was making us all hungry, so I opened a bottle of full bodied red Italian wine. After looking at Vlad’s set of crystal glasses, I opted for juice glasses. The twins served dinner which was really good.
“I didn’t tell Scott the boat gift had to remain anonymous. He is such a good friend, and generous with everyone. I wanted to give him something he will have forever.”
I reached into my pocket and put the pieces of the cheque on the table.
“He gave me my cheque back after giving me the cash for the boat, but shredded it first. I think we should call it Vlad’s boat,” I said.
Vlad turned pink.
When the table was cleared off, Aaron asked me for help setting up his 27” iMac. Vlad had a desk in his room so we decided it could go there. I pulled it out of the box while Aaron held the carton. We both lifted it up to the desk.
“Okay, Aaron, you can hook it up.”
Computers weren’t Aaron’s forte but he averted a panic attack when he plugged it in, plugging the backup drive into the wall and plugging the USB3 cable to the drive.
“Does it matter which hole I shove this in? There are four that look like this should fit,” Aaron said.
“Are you talking about the cable?” I asked.
“But of course! Did you think I was referring to this?” he asked, as he guided my hand over his bulge.
“The USB3 ports are all the same,” I said, as my voice cracked with anticipation.
He pressed the power button and soon after, got a message to the effect the Loft Wi-Fi isn’t available and did he want to join another network. I told him to join the one called “AlexanderTheGreat” and I gave him the password when asked for it.
“Thanks for the help,” Aaron said.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You got little Aaron ready for tonight.”
“As if he needed it,” I said.
“You guys better not be having sex without me,” Vlad shouted from the hall.
“Do we need to toss a bucket of cold water on you, Aaron?” I asked.
“No, let’s all cuddle and watch a movie,” Aaron said.
“Anyone for a drink?” Vlad asked.
“I’ll have a Scotch with you if you’re having one,” I said.
“Anyone else?”
“I’ll taste Scott’s if that’s okay,” Aaron said.
The mischievous grin made it clear he wasn’t talking about the Scotch.
We decided on an old movie starring Peter Sellers called “The Party” which was hysterical. Sellers played the part of a bumbling Indian actor, Hrundi V. Bakshi, who, due to a clerical mistake, got invited to a classy Hollywood party where anything that could go wrong, did. We cuddled or put our feet in someone’s lap on Vlad’s quality leather L shaped couch. I remember massaging someone’s feet at some point. Aaron tasted my Scotch but took off to the kitchen to get a can of Coke to wash it down and get the horrible taste out of his mouth. Vlad and I finished what was left of that bottle. I guess it wasn’t a great movie for showing off Vlad’s A/V system which was pretty decent, and would suffice to entertain the twins and their roomies on cold winter nights.
We were all pretty tired after the drive and the movie. Aaron had no difficulty convincing us to go to bed after I phoned the boys to see how everything was. How strange. They seemed to be getting along just fine in my absence. I got sandwiched between Aaron and Vlad which suited me just fine. Aaron was in heat and Vlad was very sexy. They both took turns getting me horny, but it wasn’t until Aaron placed my hand on his huge hard cock that my precum started to drip. Aaron wrapped his lips around my love pole.
“You are my superman,” he said.
“I’ve never said I’m superman. What I said is that superman and I have never been seen at the same time.”
to be continued …
Sorry for the long delay. I’ve been on the mend since my heart attack. I still have a way to go. I’m supposed to be avoiding stress.
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Awesome, Sheep! 
Always great to hear More about "Our Boys"!
Butt, what's even Better, is seeing You writing again!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Always great to hear More about "Our Boys"!
Butt, what's even Better, is seeing You writing again!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Sheep,
It was quite a surprise to find this when I did. Great trip to La Belle Province.
And, a bit of turn about fair play on our Man in Charge - way to go, Vlad!
To say nothing about all that other good stuff!
It's great seeing you start to get back in the saddle.
And, as for stress, well, a little stress of the proper type can help rebuild that old cardiac muscle.
Which helps pump blood to all the right places.
Which . . .
Yeah.
It was quite a surprise to find this when I did. Great trip to La Belle Province.
And, a bit of turn about fair play on our Man in Charge - way to go, Vlad!
To say nothing about all that other good stuff!
It's great seeing you start to get back in the saddle.
And, as for stress, well, a little stress of the proper type can help rebuild that old cardiac muscle.
Which helps pump blood to all the right places.
Which . . .
Yeah.
Ottawa is technically in Ontario but they call it the National Capitol Region. Hull is across the river and is in Québec. It was a nice gesture by Vlad to buy Scott the launch. He knows Scott will be there for him if the cancer gets bad.
Thanks for commenting uncut702 and Kyanimal. A couple of chapters and all the boys will be at the cottage for a dirty weekend.
Thanks for commenting uncut702 and Kyanimal. A couple of chapters and all the boys will be at the cottage for a dirty weekend.
*Face Palm* I know Ottawa is in Ontario - barely.
I keep thinking Montre'al! Just seem to want to go there in my head.
I keep thinking Montre'al! Just seem to want to go there in my head.
andrew thomas
Slut
Hi Sheep,
I am moved by your dedication to the story . Please take good care of yourself. Write whenever you are up for writing. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You are on your way to recovery and is very important not to stress yourself up. Take it easy. We love you and wish you all the best on the road to recover.
Regards
Andrew
I am moved by your dedication to the story . Please take good care of yourself. Write whenever you are up for writing. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You are on your way to recovery and is very important not to stress yourself up. Take it easy. We love you and wish you all the best on the road to recover.
Regards
Andrew
Thanks Andrew. I was hoping to have started on the next chapter but I've had a hard time breathing for several days, so I went to the hospital yesterday to find that I had pneumonia. It won't speed things up in the writing department unfortunately
andrew thomas
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Hi Sheep,
Sorry to hear you had pneumonia. It is very easy to get one especially this time of the year change of season. Take good care of yourself. I wish you speedy recovery.
Regards
Andrew
Sorry to hear you had pneumonia. It is very easy to get one especially this time of the year change of season. Take good care of yourself. I wish you speedy recovery.
Regards
Andrew
Does Flash need to give you an enema to clean all the shit out of your system and get you healthy?
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^ DQ ...
Though I'm sure we all enjoy the sentiments, I'm not all that clear about what that has to do with "The Sheepster's" lungs!
Still ... Sheep ... even more now ... Take Good Care!
YOU are FAR More Important than Your Story, Buddy!
With the right treatment, given the current diagnosis, I'm sure You're going to be O.K.!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Though I'm sure we all enjoy the sentiments, I'm not all that clear about what that has to do with "The Sheepster's" lungs!
Still ... Sheep ... even more now ... Take Good Care!
YOU are FAR More Important than Your Story, Buddy!
With the right treatment, given the current diagnosis, I'm sure You're going to be O.K.!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
^ Sheep,
I just thought that maybe his plumbing was clogged and things were backing up the ol' pipeline - they're all connected one way or another!
I just thought that maybe his plumbing was clogged and things were backing up the ol' pipeline - they're all connected one way or another!
