Chapter seventy-five
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Neither of us were in a hurry to finish, and we didn’t. We fell asleep like that and I woke part way through the night. He was still hard, but asleep and I drifted off again. In the morning, I awoke to a nice slow blowjob which I was eager to return. Soon we heard the showers running and got up and dressed. Today would be a long road trip day. As much as I would miss the twins, I was really looking forward to spending a day and night just with Vlad.
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We were surprised on entering the kitchen to find Aaron fixing breakfast.
“Hey babes, you didn’t have to get up on our account,” I said.
“I’m going to miss you guys, so I figured having breakkie with you would be better than watching Chris feeling up my twin, besides I can help you guys load up the truck,” Aaron said, as he put the sausages back on the range and cracked the eggs.
Vlad gave him the two sets of keys for the Grand Marquis.
“Be sure to keep the insurance and copy of the ownership in the glove box,” Vlad said, while making his green tea.
I poured coffee for the rest of us, and retrieved the orange juice from the fridge. The toast popped up right on cue.
Vlad and I hauled stuff to the hallway while Aaron cooked. Finally Aaron called us.
“You guys go ahead, but be careful with the plates as they are hot. I’ll join you in a minute,” Aaron said, dropping two slices of bread in the toaster.
As always, presentation elevated sausages and eggs to a higher plateau. We waited for Aaron despite his suggestion to the contrary. The sausages were excellent, and a nice change from bacon.
“I’m going to miss you guys. I know we haven’t known each other very long but I also know that we are all into this for the long term,” I said to Aaron.
I noticed his eyes looked a little damp; I was having the same problem. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He reciprocated.
“These past few weeks showed us the different facets of life from the most tender loving moments to the Hell of losing a very good friend; from cleaning apartments to make some money, to being enrolled in a prestigious school; from having one friend to having many. We are thankful for having had a mutual friend otherwise we never would have met. Drive safely, Scott. We can’t have another tragedy.” Aaron said.
By now, tears were streaming down his face, and I had the feeling of love a father reserves for his son. They needed me to be there for them and vice versa. I would think of these words every time I got behind the wheel.
We were all touchy after that. I held the boy’s leg while be finished breakfast.
The three of us resumed moving Vlad’s stuff to the hallway. We had his two sewing machines, a metal box of important papers, our laptops, bags of clothing and cases of Scotch, and our luggage.
By now, Adam and Chris had joined us for a coffee before we loaded, locked and left. We both exchanged phone numbers.
“Hopefully we will know the date for the wedding by the end of this weekend and will confirm with you guys. Boys, bring Chris and Oliv for the weekend if everyone can get away. Le Cordon Bleu doesn’t start until the Tuesday after thanksgiving. Aaron, be sure Oliv has my phone number and the address of the loft, and I’ll be sure to tell you if he is good in bed,” I said, only to have Aaron punch my arm.
“I guess it’s true that blonds have more fun?” Aaron asked.
“I didn’t recall seeing any shortage of fun in PH1 by anybody, besides, it looks like twins have more fun!”
On that note, Aaron filled my travel coffee mug and we were off after a round of kisses. The four of us and all the stuff filled the elevator. It packed neatly into the Expedition. After a pat on the back we drove off, with Vlad at the wheel. We headed North to Renfrew and west on 132 to 41, then on 28 to Bancroft. As Vlad was driving 10 Kms over the limit, we made good time. We stopped and walked around for a minute to get the blood circulating again. The scenery was really nice.
“I know it’s early for lunch, however I did a search on the internet. There’s a café/deli in Gravenhurst called www.wolffsdencafe.ca. It gets rave reviews but if we go there and have a late lunch, we can skip dinner and have some munchies instead. What do you say?”
“Like, I love cafés and delis. I spent 3 weeks in Europe just before coming to Toronto and I ‘lived’ in those places. After visiting my grandma in Ukraine, who gave me UAH100,000 (Ukrainian Hryvnia or about $CAD9,000) then we went to Amsterdam then Antwerp together -- she likes showing me off and she pays for everything and stays in five star hotels. After a few days of meetings, we parted ways, with her returning to Ukraine while I hung out in Germany and France then took the Chunnel to jolly old England. Those delis and cafés were a welcome sight for me, travelling alone. They are usually fairly full so they seat you with others at big tables and you are forced to listen, speak, and learn their language. During the days, I hit every museum and art gallery and high end clothing store I could find. So yeah, I speak French fluently, some German, I understand Ukrainian at a basic level and my Russian is pretty good from hanging out with my uncle and his Russian Embassy friends. I’m glad I went, but three weeks is way too short. Two months would have been better. I’d love to take you some time,” he said.
“Maybe when we get our degrees we can take a trip, but make sure it’s okay with hubby,” I said on the way back to the truck.
“I’m not tired. Can I continue driving?” Vlad asked.
“Be my guest. I have some long phone calls to make.”
We were heading down 118 towards Harcourt when my phone rang. It was Ted, our lawyer.
“Scott, I’ve been through all of your paperwork. As you suspected, unless we plan for it, you will be paying the Government a fortune in income tax and capital gains tax. Your cash reserves are way higher than you need. I propose moving half of your assets to a ‘Family Trust’. You may wish to put the loft into the trust so you can claim gas, electricity, property tax, maintenance and depreciation. Student loan rates are reasonable provided one gets a job within 6 months of the end of school. I suggest you plan to make payments for Robb and Jesse if they really can’t come up with the money, but are trying to find a suitable job.”
“Actually I found out that Caul was also covered for a million on the boat insurance. Does that come to me or the twins?”
“If the policy was in your name, it comes to you.”
“And the two and a half million on dad’s term plan through the bank...”
“It comes to you,” Ted said.
“I have some exciting news regarding the negotiations with O’Bryden and the case of the defective water ski floatation jacket. They only make flotation, tow ropes, and clothing including their models of “Speedo type” suits in their Canadian plant which they have tried to get into college teams without success. If Robb could talk to the coach and tell them they would donate 2 suits per member, both men and women’s teams, they would silk screen the swimmers names on them as well as the U of T Blues logo. I told them you had a clothing designer on the team who had the idea of a fleece lined, bath robe length hoodie. I suggested they give him some fabric and let him have a go at it. In addition, Mr. Williams, another team member is a freelance photographer for The Daily,” Ted said.
“Don’t keep me in suspenders, Ted. Were they receptive to the ideas? Is there any way James and his family could take on the line?”
“I was getting to that. They will give the marina a $50,000 credit towards inventory, but they want you guys to have the latest models of new slaloms and boots, wake boards, tow lines, goggles, hoodies, your choice of properly fitted ski vests, a tube, knee board, new flotation devices and a proper ski post for the new boat...and a new approved slalom course layout with proper solar powered LED lighted coloured balls AND NO MORE JAVEX BOTTLES! If you want a jump ramp, just ask. The marina will be the distributor for all of Muskoka. Any other marinas or boat dealers must buy from them. It’s important you guys have the latest and invite as many friends as possible to go skiing. Sales from that region aren’t where they should be, and they will give you a big supply of O’Bryden T-shirts to give away to get the name out and re-establish the brand.”
“I noticed there was no talk about a cash settlement.”
“There isn’t one per se. O’Bryden is a 50 year old private company based in Washington State, providing top quality recreational equipment. The stock is all family held. They propose on top of all of the above, one half million in stock each year for the next five years, and after that, a share of profits based on the number of shares. By doing it like this, they retain their capital for business expansion, marketing, ski show sponsorship and the like. Oh, you also get a seat on the board. You will have time to check their books after signing a non-disclosure agreement,” Ted said.
“Oh, wow! Ted, do you think it’s a good deal?”
“If the books look good. I think you should send in an accountant to do a partial forensic audit.”
“Just one more thing. Is this for the twins or for me? It was my faulty equipment.”
“Legally it’s yours. You have done a lot for the boys, but obviously you could help them more, like tuition for Adam, or partial rent forgiveness, but that is up to you. You could have an opportunity to be a part owner if Aaron creates a restaurant. I know you will do the right thing. That’s why Caul appointed you executor,” Ted said.
“Do you have any thoughts on a loan to renovate the twin’s mother’s house?” I asked.
“The safest bet would be for her sister to take out a mortgage on her house, and pay off the mortgage upon the sale of it. That should give the bank or whoever gives the mortgage good collateral. What I’m saying, Scott, it would be a safe investment for you and would help to diversify your portfolio.”
“One more thing, Ted, did you come up with anything on the other matter?”
“Yes, I did, and I emailed a preliminary copy of your Will. If it generally meets with your approval, I strongly suggest signing it and having your signature witnessed by two persons not benefitting from your Will. You can then initial where indicated, and fax it to me at your earliest convenience. If it needs to be changed, it can be done with a codicil, or revoking any and all prior Wills and drawing up a new one. I didn’t know some of the details so I either left them out or made assumptions. I can’t stress too strongly that you get something signed and faxed to me right away. Caul’s Will was executed 3 or 4 days before he died. You just never know. Without your instructions, the Ontario government is the beneficiary. I’m sure you don’t want that,” Ted chuckled.
“I won’t charge you for the Will, but with all the negotiating with O’Bryden, I need to bill you so I’ll have enough money for a nice wedding present. All your loft mates should also have a Will and as they are usually pretty simple, they will be pro bona with the exception of Vlad, whom I’ve already taken care of. You may wish to talk to him before reaching a decision. You should make notes of changes you need made. Remember to think long term,” Ted said.
“I can see my business card in a couple of years; Scott Williams, Baccalaureus Artium. Fly Swatters, Gin, Racing Forms, Photography, 3rd mortgages, Import and Export, Floor Planning, Cuban Cigars, Corporate Director At Large, Water Ski Equipment. Best Prices. Call for an Appointment. By Referral Only.”
I thanked Ted for his usual fine attention to detail and for getting back to me quickly. I wanted this out of the way before school starts.
“Sorry about that, Vlad. I needed some advice from Ted,” I said.
“I know, his voice was coming through the driver’s door speaker. I heard every word,” he said with a deadpan expression. Thanks for leaving the loft to me,” he chuckled.
“It was the right thing to do, but you need to share it with the other lofties,” I said.
“Like, you’re kidding, right?” Vlad said.
“Seems like I caught you in a fib, but I must admit -- you had me wondering about hearing the conversation. I may have to drill you very deep and rough for toying with me. Actually I will show you what he drew up when we get to the cottage. The more important part of the discussion was about setting up a family trust to take care of all of us. Where are we by the way? Did we come to Harcourt yet?” I asked.
“Long passed it. We are heading West on the road south of Algonquin Park right now. Gravenhurst is a half-hour away. Could you drive for awhile?”
He pulled off at a gas station and we switched, I tilted my seat back, raised the steering wheel, and Vlad planted his face in my crotch. It proved to be the perfect antidote for stiff neck and shoulders after a long talk on finances. I ran my fingers through Vlad’s soft hair and tenderly rubbed his back until he began moaning.
Just as he was priming me for road head, I saw a sign, ten kilometers to Highway 11, also called Yonge Street, the longest road in the world. Damn, we will have to come up with something different tonight. He flipped onto his back so he could look at me, while he rested his head in my lap, as lumpy as it was.
“My friend, you have told me a bunch about your finances. I think I can tell you a little about mine, but it’s between you and me, okay?”
“Deal.”
“I went to Europe to meet with my offshore money manager in Antwerp. It ended up there because Grandma and Grandfather were jewelry wholesalers. The safes are huge and unbelievably secure. It’s a tax haven for most everyone including Canadians. The diamond trade is run by Jews and its language is Yiddish. My grandmother understands Yiddish. She told me that what they say in English is often very different from the Yiddish they speak to each other. She never revealed the fact, thus driving a hard bargain. She’s a very astute business woman. Obviously she could retire but to her, it’s all a game. Grandfather died a few years ago.
Her only child is my mother, who kind of looks like Grandma -- tall, thin, and pale like me. Grandma doesn’t like my dad and takes out her distain for him against my mum. Grandma loves me though, like the son she never had, and she thinks I’m good with money. I often wondered if Grandfather felt he was snuggling up against a cash register when they were in bed,” Vlad said.
“I shouldn’t jump the gun but I think I see where this is headed,” I said.
“I bet you do and you’d be right on the money so to speak. She finally came out with it in July. I’m her sole heir. She is in her late 60’s and in excellent health. She transfers money to me through my money manager all the time. Any time she comes to Canada she brings just under $10,000 and declares it. I have about twenty million in Canada, and there is plenty more where that came from. Since I’ve spent so much time with her, I’ve adopted her invisibility with regards to not showing off the wealth. It’s a great way to find out who your friends are. I seem to remember having a discussion with you about being your partner in business and philanthropy. It was in the boat when we took a slow trip waiting for Raph and Kyle,” Vlad said.
“We discussed sending the twins to school in Ottawa and you blew me away with your offer of your condo for them,” I said.
“I know how pure your love is for the twins, for Ryan, for me, naturally for Jesse, and now Robb,” he said.
The lady inside the GPS told us to take the ramp to the West in one kilometer. It’s funny that I never saw the place before. I guess I had my mind on other things. “The Wolff’s Den Café” was a lovely little place whose various unfamiliar aromas welcomed its patrons. There were refrigerated glass cases for cheeses, meats, and baked goods to the left as we entered, so we went in the opposite direction and sat at a table for two by the fireplace with a view of Muskoka Bay, and were met by a strawberry blonde girl with rosy cheeks who looked like she would be comfortable schussing down the Matterhorn.
“Are you having a late lunch or an early dinner, boys?” she asked.
Vlad answered her in German to her amazement and she efficiently reappeared with dinner menus.
“Whatever you said to her sounded like a whole lot of words or one really really long one just to say “dinner”,” I said.
“That’s too funny Scott. You are correct, because so many long German words are compound words. Actually I said that I should be speaking English because my friend doesn’t speak German. Here is a good example: Donau-dampfschiffahrts-*elektrizitäten-*haupt-betriebswerk-bau-unterbeamten*-gesellschaft, or in English, Association of sub-ordinate officials of the head office management of the Danube steamboat electrical services, But it gets worse. The verb in a sentence often comes at the end of the compound word or paragraph as we would call it, so you have to listen to the whole damned word without knowing what it means until the very end. If that’s not bad enough, to make the verb negative, add nicht before the verb,” he said. I looked at Vlad with my adoring emerald eyes, for he is obviously capable of things beyond my comprehension.
The menu was fairly extensive for a small place. I zeroed in on Pork Schnitzel and we both ordered it. We didn’t have to wait long which was fine by me as I was getting antsy to see the new old boat, Vlad’s boat, the boat Vlad paid for because he wanted to. After what he said on the way here, I could now see that it was petty cash for him but the most lavish gift I’d ever received. He didn’t give me much information that I didn’t already know, but I felt more comfortable knowing it came from his Grandmother, and not some crime syndicate.
I got to thinking I should turn on the heat as the temperature was dropping, so I pulled out my phone, called the cottage and punched in the code and the temperature, and hung up. That way we could put our stuff away, strip naked and skinny dip, then run up to a cosy warm cottage where I could properly thank Vlad for the launch. Hell, I’d thank him even if there wasn’t any launch! The road head that never happened was getting to me.
“Slide forward in your chair and reach under the tablecloth.”
I did the same. My hand held his and guided it to my very hard erection; we switched things up and the next thing I felt was a very firm teenage erection.
“Are you almost finished with your dinner?” I asked.
“Maybe. Let’s get doggie bags,” he said, with an urgent edge in his voice.
Gretchen or Heidi or whatever our server’s name was responded quickly to Vlad’s glance in her direction and promptly whisked our plates into the back, returning moments later with two containers. She asked Vlad for his name which she wrote on his container. I chuckled to myself knowing what was going to happen fairly soon, and that she could have put all the food in one container. Vlad caught it and managed to give me an elbow with no one seeing it.
“I think we need some cold cuts for lunch tomorrow. How adventurous are you, Scott?” he asked.
“You know I will eat anything that doesn’t get me first, oh, and turnips, but I don’t think you were going to get any of those.”
“Give me 200 grams each of these three wursts, Black Forest ham, Weisswurst, and smoked turkey sliced moderately thin and I want some different cheeses that won’t be overwhelmed by the wurst.”
We picked up a half loaf of the lighter Pumpernickel and a loaf of Rye bread, as she dutifully sliced away.
“Could we have 2 servings of Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte too, please?” Vlad asked.
“If that’s what it cost for the wurst, I wonder what it would cost for the best?” I asked Vlad.
I wish I had a camera handy to record Vlad rolling his eyes. Vlad beat me to the draw, having his wallet out and credit card ready to fire before I had my hand in my pocket. I would make it up to him. He was far wealthier that I was, but I had enough as long as I didn’t go nuts with spending. One thing I wasn’t, was jealous of Vlad’s practically limitless financial resources. Our next stop was the beer store for some XXXX. Let’s call it a peace offering to Jesse. After that, we filled the tank on the Expedition, and Vlad drove us to the Marina. I was too excited to concentrate on driving. Vlad found a parking spot close to the dock and we started unloading.
“Hmm, this could be awkward. That’s the former owner of our launch -- the guy whom I can’t stand. I’ll look for James’ dad,” I said.
“Oh, hi, Scott. We are all ready for you. The seller is anxious to close the deal. He has been fine, and offered to show you how to check the oil, how to start it, and maneuver it in tight quarters. I know you don’t like him, but let me tell you, his new financial position has humbled him. The arrogance is gone,” he said.
“I don’t go around collecting enemies really. It was his attitude that pissed me off, but I’m willing to forget about that. Shall we get him in so we can do the paperwork?” I asked.
“I’ve been told I’m getting one of the finest ’52 Dukes on the Muskoka Lakes. I really didn’t expect to be in the market for one so soon. I’m still at University, but my parents were killed in an accident in the spring and there was some money from the insurance. Dad always loved how proper the mahogany launches looked. I’ve been told of all the restoration work you have had done on her recently. I guess I’ll be the custodian for as long as I can, and hope to maintain it to the same standard. I’m Scott Williams, by the way,” I said.
“I’m so sorry about the accident. That must have been devastating for you to lose both parents. Williams, let’s see, -- did your dad have a Lincoln Town Car?” He asked.
“Yes, a big boat of a car, but it looked good on him.”
“I talked to him one day during a torrential downpour. We waited it out in the showroom. When I found out what he did for a living, I asked him for some advice. He was very thorough, asking the right questions. Thankfully, I followed it and would be in a real mess if I didn’t make some changes. Scott, I’m Grant.”
We shook hands. I could hardly believe this was the same guy who I’ve been maligning.
“Grant, my family is now my teammates on the U of T Blues swim team. One of them is outside now,” I said.
James dad went through the checklist, and had all the paperwork in the correct order for signature, so that ordeal was as painless as possible. I followed James’ dad into his office and handed him the envelope of cash. After taking his share he placed Grant’s share back in the envelope, I left the office, and Grant went in to get his money. I met Vlad on the dock.
“Should we start loading the boat?” he asked.
“It would make sense but I know how anal Grant is about this boat. I feel he would like to let go over a period of time. Let him load it. He will know the best location for ideal weight distribution,” I said.
Grant came out and started his checklist for starting the boat. “Visual inspection. Turn on the bilge blower giving it a few minutes to make sure any gas fumes are blown from the engine compartment. Check the navigation lights and spotlight. Make sure the transmission is in neutral. Pump the gas lever in the center of the steering wheel a couple of times, and pull out the choke half way. Turn the key and hit the starter button.”
We got lucky. It started immediately, followed by the gurgling sound of the water cooled exhaust. Then we started handing him boxes, coolers, overnight bags, and my computer case. Vlad had parked the truck when we were doing the paperwork so we were ready to go.
“Scott, would you mind dropping me off at my cottage?”
“Sure, Grant, no problem.”
We untied the lines and lifted the fenders as he pushed us off the dock.
“Try to practice at your own dock. The rotation of the prop has a tendency to push the stern to starboard in forward and to port while reversing. You can use that to your advantage. The wheel position doesn’t make much difference unless you are in forward, in other words, it needs the pressure of the propwash hitting the rudder to effect steering. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough. If you need any help, come over anytime.” he said.
We were all seated, and Grant slowly brought it up to speed. The Canadian ensign fluttered in the breeze. That’s the flag that would have been flown when the boat was new. The Canadian flag came along 13 years after the boat. It certainly was a piece of history.
Grant’s cottage wasn’t far from the marina. He gave me printed instructions on maintenance and said he was taking it easy because it was a new engine and needed to be broken in. We said goodbye and carefully backed her away from his dock. I swung the bow around pointing to our cottage and slowly accelerated. It rode so smoothly. I knew I had a big grin on my face.
“Vlad, want to drive?”
“This is your day. Tomorrow you can check me out on it.”
He slid over to the center position and we hugged all the way home. I approached the dock very slowly and tried reversing and going forward a little at a time to get used to the propwash’s steering effect. With the fenders dropped I brought her alongside the dock, Vlad jumped out and tied the stern, while I climbed out and made the deck line secure. I passed our “cargo” to Vlad who piled it up on the dock.
“I can’t believe it babes. It looks like it has always been here,” I said, as I pulled him into a full frontal hug with a few kisses thrown in for emphasis.
“Like, it looked so cool in the photos but nothing like it does in real life. It’s gorgeous!” Vlad said.
We loaded up and headed up the stairs. We didn’t have all that much but there was still more than we could handle in one trip. It was nice to unlock the door and walk in to a warm cottage as it was brisk on the water. Vlad, at least, was plenty warm because he brought his wool full length winter coat with him. I turned on the hot water and the water pump so we could have a shower a bit later. I put away our groceries noting that our contractor friends left us plenty of beer, a clean fridge, a good supply of split firewood, and a cleaner cottage.
“I hope it warms up for the weekend. This is very cool for labour day. Lets cover the boat to insure that it doesn’t rain,” I chuckled.
After agreeing that a long swim would burn off the accumulation of adrenalin, we lit the fire in the fireplace and changed into our Speedos.
The cover was well made, making a good fit. Vlad walked around with me as I tried to visualize a place for a boathouse. It would be nice to have a three slip boathouse for the launch, the “plastic boat” as Grant called mine, and the tin boat. The only thing I would have to give up is my beach where I did my insane landings on the slalom ski.
“Babes, you know I never think small. A three slip boathouse might be 28 x 40 ft. I like the idea of the cottage being the second floor, with a sun deck above, if it could be built to handle the snow load. I’ve been threatening to build an addition on the cottage but it’s pretty kludgy now. Maybe it’s a better idea to just use it as a guest cottage. It has lousy insulation in it and on a windy night you can feel the breeze on your feet. Maybe that is why I looked at that property that I could drive to, tear down all the buildings and build something that suits me. It’s just that that property had terrible neighbours, no privacy or view etc. We’ll need a glass of creativity and antifreeze after our swim. I have a couple of bottles of scotch in my bag. Let’s go before we freeze,” I said.
We both squealed like little girls when the warmest body parts became submerged in the cold lake, however it was too late to turn back now. We swam - Vlad doing the fly, and me doing the backstroke to the end of the slalom run and returned, freestyle. Although it wasn’t a race, we moved along quickly, looking forward to being together in front of the fireplace for an evening of togetherness, the thought of which was causing additional drag in the water for both of us.
When we got to the dock, Vlad yanked my suit off. Naturally, I couldn’t let him get away with that unchallenged, so it was payback time. We dried each other, then ran to the cottage and put more wood on the fire. Naturally, we both had wood of our own.
“Shall we get dressed?” Vlad asked.
“Nope. The view is perfect like this. Care for a Scotch?” I asked.
“Will it make my throbbing boner go away?” he asked.
“I hope not. If I thought it would, I wouldn’t have made the offer.”
I sat down behind Vlad after passing him a glass, and gave him a hug, then proceeded to explore his body with my fingers. His pale skin was so very soft to the touch and sensitive judging by the moans.
“What would you like us to do, babes?” I asked.
“We are always in a hurry to do something. I’m happy being in your arms being held like I’m your baby. It has been hard putting on a brave face not knowing how things are going to turn out. I don’t want to act tonight but I want you to know how important your support has been to me. The blowjob in the hospital was pretty spectacular too. Hey, I was about to give you road head when we got near Gravenhurst. I know you aren’t driving now but we could pretend,” he said.
Kissing was the foreplay but it was so intense we both almost lost it a couple of times. We had to come up for air a few times as both of us were so close. I kissed his feet and sucked his toes, finally working my way to sucking his balls into my mouth and following up running my tongue around and around his helmet head while I fingered his hole. After that, it was logical that we fuck, but once you do that, all the other little avenues are blocked, so I gave him a back massage; I wanted this to last as long as possible.
“It’s my turn, at least for awhile,” he said.
I liked getting it as much as giving so I didn’t object. Vlad was very good at deep tissue massages as well as maintaining contact at all times through the massage. It felt so good, I was having some anxiety worrying that it would end soon. As he methodically attacked the knotted muscles with his strong fingers, he hummed a song which sounded familiar but I couldn’t place, until he got to:
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
where he sang the words. It was the song Fuckin’ Perfect by Pink that he sung the night of the bonfire. That song is indelibly linked to Vlad. He pushed an emotional hot button and I had to stop the massage and pull him on top of my chest. We were both beyond excited, beyond stimulated. All it took was Vlad’s erection connecting to mine to get a good trickle of precum from both of us. We kissed deeply with our eyes open; I saw an incredibly beautiful guy for the first time that night and couldn’t take my eyes off him, so we kissed and ground together and did it some more.
“Vlad... I love you... very much,” I said, as I traced around his luscious red lips with my fingertips.
“Feel this,” he said, as he pressed my hand against his chest.
to be continued ...
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Neither of us were in a hurry to finish, and we didn’t. We fell asleep like that and I woke part way through the night. He was still hard, but asleep and I drifted off again. In the morning, I awoke to a nice slow blowjob which I was eager to return. Soon we heard the showers running and got up and dressed. Today would be a long road trip day. As much as I would miss the twins, I was really looking forward to spending a day and night just with Vlad.
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We were surprised on entering the kitchen to find Aaron fixing breakfast.
“Hey babes, you didn’t have to get up on our account,” I said.
“I’m going to miss you guys, so I figured having breakkie with you would be better than watching Chris feeling up my twin, besides I can help you guys load up the truck,” Aaron said, as he put the sausages back on the range and cracked the eggs.
Vlad gave him the two sets of keys for the Grand Marquis.
“Be sure to keep the insurance and copy of the ownership in the glove box,” Vlad said, while making his green tea.
I poured coffee for the rest of us, and retrieved the orange juice from the fridge. The toast popped up right on cue.
Vlad and I hauled stuff to the hallway while Aaron cooked. Finally Aaron called us.
“You guys go ahead, but be careful with the plates as they are hot. I’ll join you in a minute,” Aaron said, dropping two slices of bread in the toaster.
As always, presentation elevated sausages and eggs to a higher plateau. We waited for Aaron despite his suggestion to the contrary. The sausages were excellent, and a nice change from bacon.
“I’m going to miss you guys. I know we haven’t known each other very long but I also know that we are all into this for the long term,” I said to Aaron.
I noticed his eyes looked a little damp; I was having the same problem. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He reciprocated.
“These past few weeks showed us the different facets of life from the most tender loving moments to the Hell of losing a very good friend; from cleaning apartments to make some money, to being enrolled in a prestigious school; from having one friend to having many. We are thankful for having had a mutual friend otherwise we never would have met. Drive safely, Scott. We can’t have another tragedy.” Aaron said.
By now, tears were streaming down his face, and I had the feeling of love a father reserves for his son. They needed me to be there for them and vice versa. I would think of these words every time I got behind the wheel.
We were all touchy after that. I held the boy’s leg while be finished breakfast.
The three of us resumed moving Vlad’s stuff to the hallway. We had his two sewing machines, a metal box of important papers, our laptops, bags of clothing and cases of Scotch, and our luggage.
By now, Adam and Chris had joined us for a coffee before we loaded, locked and left. We both exchanged phone numbers.
“Hopefully we will know the date for the wedding by the end of this weekend and will confirm with you guys. Boys, bring Chris and Oliv for the weekend if everyone can get away. Le Cordon Bleu doesn’t start until the Tuesday after thanksgiving. Aaron, be sure Oliv has my phone number and the address of the loft, and I’ll be sure to tell you if he is good in bed,” I said, only to have Aaron punch my arm.
“I guess it’s true that blonds have more fun?” Aaron asked.
“I didn’t recall seeing any shortage of fun in PH1 by anybody, besides, it looks like twins have more fun!”
On that note, Aaron filled my travel coffee mug and we were off after a round of kisses. The four of us and all the stuff filled the elevator. It packed neatly into the Expedition. After a pat on the back we drove off, with Vlad at the wheel. We headed North to Renfrew and west on 132 to 41, then on 28 to Bancroft. As Vlad was driving 10 Kms over the limit, we made good time. We stopped and walked around for a minute to get the blood circulating again. The scenery was really nice.
“I know it’s early for lunch, however I did a search on the internet. There’s a café/deli in Gravenhurst called www.wolffsdencafe.ca. It gets rave reviews but if we go there and have a late lunch, we can skip dinner and have some munchies instead. What do you say?”
“Like, I love cafés and delis. I spent 3 weeks in Europe just before coming to Toronto and I ‘lived’ in those places. After visiting my grandma in Ukraine, who gave me UAH100,000 (Ukrainian Hryvnia or about $CAD9,000) then we went to Amsterdam then Antwerp together -- she likes showing me off and she pays for everything and stays in five star hotels. After a few days of meetings, we parted ways, with her returning to Ukraine while I hung out in Germany and France then took the Chunnel to jolly old England. Those delis and cafés were a welcome sight for me, travelling alone. They are usually fairly full so they seat you with others at big tables and you are forced to listen, speak, and learn their language. During the days, I hit every museum and art gallery and high end clothing store I could find. So yeah, I speak French fluently, some German, I understand Ukrainian at a basic level and my Russian is pretty good from hanging out with my uncle and his Russian Embassy friends. I’m glad I went, but three weeks is way too short. Two months would have been better. I’d love to take you some time,” he said.
“Maybe when we get our degrees we can take a trip, but make sure it’s okay with hubby,” I said on the way back to the truck.
“I’m not tired. Can I continue driving?” Vlad asked.
“Be my guest. I have some long phone calls to make.”
We were heading down 118 towards Harcourt when my phone rang. It was Ted, our lawyer.
“Scott, I’ve been through all of your paperwork. As you suspected, unless we plan for it, you will be paying the Government a fortune in income tax and capital gains tax. Your cash reserves are way higher than you need. I propose moving half of your assets to a ‘Family Trust’. You may wish to put the loft into the trust so you can claim gas, electricity, property tax, maintenance and depreciation. Student loan rates are reasonable provided one gets a job within 6 months of the end of school. I suggest you plan to make payments for Robb and Jesse if they really can’t come up with the money, but are trying to find a suitable job.”
“Actually I found out that Caul was also covered for a million on the boat insurance. Does that come to me or the twins?”
“If the policy was in your name, it comes to you.”
“And the two and a half million on dad’s term plan through the bank...”
“It comes to you,” Ted said.
“I have some exciting news regarding the negotiations with O’Bryden and the case of the defective water ski floatation jacket. They only make flotation, tow ropes, and clothing including their models of “Speedo type” suits in their Canadian plant which they have tried to get into college teams without success. If Robb could talk to the coach and tell them they would donate 2 suits per member, both men and women’s teams, they would silk screen the swimmers names on them as well as the U of T Blues logo. I told them you had a clothing designer on the team who had the idea of a fleece lined, bath robe length hoodie. I suggested they give him some fabric and let him have a go at it. In addition, Mr. Williams, another team member is a freelance photographer for The Daily,” Ted said.
“Don’t keep me in suspenders, Ted. Were they receptive to the ideas? Is there any way James and his family could take on the line?”
“I was getting to that. They will give the marina a $50,000 credit towards inventory, but they want you guys to have the latest models of new slaloms and boots, wake boards, tow lines, goggles, hoodies, your choice of properly fitted ski vests, a tube, knee board, new flotation devices and a proper ski post for the new boat...and a new approved slalom course layout with proper solar powered LED lighted coloured balls AND NO MORE JAVEX BOTTLES! If you want a jump ramp, just ask. The marina will be the distributor for all of Muskoka. Any other marinas or boat dealers must buy from them. It’s important you guys have the latest and invite as many friends as possible to go skiing. Sales from that region aren’t where they should be, and they will give you a big supply of O’Bryden T-shirts to give away to get the name out and re-establish the brand.”
“I noticed there was no talk about a cash settlement.”
“There isn’t one per se. O’Bryden is a 50 year old private company based in Washington State, providing top quality recreational equipment. The stock is all family held. They propose on top of all of the above, one half million in stock each year for the next five years, and after that, a share of profits based on the number of shares. By doing it like this, they retain their capital for business expansion, marketing, ski show sponsorship and the like. Oh, you also get a seat on the board. You will have time to check their books after signing a non-disclosure agreement,” Ted said.
“Oh, wow! Ted, do you think it’s a good deal?”
“If the books look good. I think you should send in an accountant to do a partial forensic audit.”
“Just one more thing. Is this for the twins or for me? It was my faulty equipment.”
“Legally it’s yours. You have done a lot for the boys, but obviously you could help them more, like tuition for Adam, or partial rent forgiveness, but that is up to you. You could have an opportunity to be a part owner if Aaron creates a restaurant. I know you will do the right thing. That’s why Caul appointed you executor,” Ted said.
“Do you have any thoughts on a loan to renovate the twin’s mother’s house?” I asked.
“The safest bet would be for her sister to take out a mortgage on her house, and pay off the mortgage upon the sale of it. That should give the bank or whoever gives the mortgage good collateral. What I’m saying, Scott, it would be a safe investment for you and would help to diversify your portfolio.”
“One more thing, Ted, did you come up with anything on the other matter?”
“Yes, I did, and I emailed a preliminary copy of your Will. If it generally meets with your approval, I strongly suggest signing it and having your signature witnessed by two persons not benefitting from your Will. You can then initial where indicated, and fax it to me at your earliest convenience. If it needs to be changed, it can be done with a codicil, or revoking any and all prior Wills and drawing up a new one. I didn’t know some of the details so I either left them out or made assumptions. I can’t stress too strongly that you get something signed and faxed to me right away. Caul’s Will was executed 3 or 4 days before he died. You just never know. Without your instructions, the Ontario government is the beneficiary. I’m sure you don’t want that,” Ted chuckled.
“I won’t charge you for the Will, but with all the negotiating with O’Bryden, I need to bill you so I’ll have enough money for a nice wedding present. All your loft mates should also have a Will and as they are usually pretty simple, they will be pro bona with the exception of Vlad, whom I’ve already taken care of. You may wish to talk to him before reaching a decision. You should make notes of changes you need made. Remember to think long term,” Ted said.
“I can see my business card in a couple of years; Scott Williams, Baccalaureus Artium. Fly Swatters, Gin, Racing Forms, Photography, 3rd mortgages, Import and Export, Floor Planning, Cuban Cigars, Corporate Director At Large, Water Ski Equipment. Best Prices. Call for an Appointment. By Referral Only.”
I thanked Ted for his usual fine attention to detail and for getting back to me quickly. I wanted this out of the way before school starts.
“Sorry about that, Vlad. I needed some advice from Ted,” I said.
“I know, his voice was coming through the driver’s door speaker. I heard every word,” he said with a deadpan expression. Thanks for leaving the loft to me,” he chuckled.
“It was the right thing to do, but you need to share it with the other lofties,” I said.
“Like, you’re kidding, right?” Vlad said.
“Seems like I caught you in a fib, but I must admit -- you had me wondering about hearing the conversation. I may have to drill you very deep and rough for toying with me. Actually I will show you what he drew up when we get to the cottage. The more important part of the discussion was about setting up a family trust to take care of all of us. Where are we by the way? Did we come to Harcourt yet?” I asked.
“Long passed it. We are heading West on the road south of Algonquin Park right now. Gravenhurst is a half-hour away. Could you drive for awhile?”
He pulled off at a gas station and we switched, I tilted my seat back, raised the steering wheel, and Vlad planted his face in my crotch. It proved to be the perfect antidote for stiff neck and shoulders after a long talk on finances. I ran my fingers through Vlad’s soft hair and tenderly rubbed his back until he began moaning.
Just as he was priming me for road head, I saw a sign, ten kilometers to Highway 11, also called Yonge Street, the longest road in the world. Damn, we will have to come up with something different tonight. He flipped onto his back so he could look at me, while he rested his head in my lap, as lumpy as it was.
“My friend, you have told me a bunch about your finances. I think I can tell you a little about mine, but it’s between you and me, okay?”
“Deal.”
“I went to Europe to meet with my offshore money manager in Antwerp. It ended up there because Grandma and Grandfather were jewelry wholesalers. The safes are huge and unbelievably secure. It’s a tax haven for most everyone including Canadians. The diamond trade is run by Jews and its language is Yiddish. My grandmother understands Yiddish. She told me that what they say in English is often very different from the Yiddish they speak to each other. She never revealed the fact, thus driving a hard bargain. She’s a very astute business woman. Obviously she could retire but to her, it’s all a game. Grandfather died a few years ago.
Her only child is my mother, who kind of looks like Grandma -- tall, thin, and pale like me. Grandma doesn’t like my dad and takes out her distain for him against my mum. Grandma loves me though, like the son she never had, and she thinks I’m good with money. I often wondered if Grandfather felt he was snuggling up against a cash register when they were in bed,” Vlad said.
“I shouldn’t jump the gun but I think I see where this is headed,” I said.
“I bet you do and you’d be right on the money so to speak. She finally came out with it in July. I’m her sole heir. She is in her late 60’s and in excellent health. She transfers money to me through my money manager all the time. Any time she comes to Canada she brings just under $10,000 and declares it. I have about twenty million in Canada, and there is plenty more where that came from. Since I’ve spent so much time with her, I’ve adopted her invisibility with regards to not showing off the wealth. It’s a great way to find out who your friends are. I seem to remember having a discussion with you about being your partner in business and philanthropy. It was in the boat when we took a slow trip waiting for Raph and Kyle,” Vlad said.
“We discussed sending the twins to school in Ottawa and you blew me away with your offer of your condo for them,” I said.
“I know how pure your love is for the twins, for Ryan, for me, naturally for Jesse, and now Robb,” he said.
The lady inside the GPS told us to take the ramp to the West in one kilometer. It’s funny that I never saw the place before. I guess I had my mind on other things. “The Wolff’s Den Café” was a lovely little place whose various unfamiliar aromas welcomed its patrons. There were refrigerated glass cases for cheeses, meats, and baked goods to the left as we entered, so we went in the opposite direction and sat at a table for two by the fireplace with a view of Muskoka Bay, and were met by a strawberry blonde girl with rosy cheeks who looked like she would be comfortable schussing down the Matterhorn.
“Are you having a late lunch or an early dinner, boys?” she asked.
Vlad answered her in German to her amazement and she efficiently reappeared with dinner menus.
“Whatever you said to her sounded like a whole lot of words or one really really long one just to say “dinner”,” I said.
“That’s too funny Scott. You are correct, because so many long German words are compound words. Actually I said that I should be speaking English because my friend doesn’t speak German. Here is a good example: Donau-dampfschiffahrts-*elektrizitäten-*haupt-betriebswerk-bau-unterbeamten*-gesellschaft, or in English, Association of sub-ordinate officials of the head office management of the Danube steamboat electrical services, But it gets worse. The verb in a sentence often comes at the end of the compound word or paragraph as we would call it, so you have to listen to the whole damned word without knowing what it means until the very end. If that’s not bad enough, to make the verb negative, add nicht before the verb,” he said. I looked at Vlad with my adoring emerald eyes, for he is obviously capable of things beyond my comprehension.
The menu was fairly extensive for a small place. I zeroed in on Pork Schnitzel and we both ordered it. We didn’t have to wait long which was fine by me as I was getting antsy to see the new old boat, Vlad’s boat, the boat Vlad paid for because he wanted to. After what he said on the way here, I could now see that it was petty cash for him but the most lavish gift I’d ever received. He didn’t give me much information that I didn’t already know, but I felt more comfortable knowing it came from his Grandmother, and not some crime syndicate.
I got to thinking I should turn on the heat as the temperature was dropping, so I pulled out my phone, called the cottage and punched in the code and the temperature, and hung up. That way we could put our stuff away, strip naked and skinny dip, then run up to a cosy warm cottage where I could properly thank Vlad for the launch. Hell, I’d thank him even if there wasn’t any launch! The road head that never happened was getting to me.
“Slide forward in your chair and reach under the tablecloth.”
I did the same. My hand held his and guided it to my very hard erection; we switched things up and the next thing I felt was a very firm teenage erection.
“Are you almost finished with your dinner?” I asked.
“Maybe. Let’s get doggie bags,” he said, with an urgent edge in his voice.
Gretchen or Heidi or whatever our server’s name was responded quickly to Vlad’s glance in her direction and promptly whisked our plates into the back, returning moments later with two containers. She asked Vlad for his name which she wrote on his container. I chuckled to myself knowing what was going to happen fairly soon, and that she could have put all the food in one container. Vlad caught it and managed to give me an elbow with no one seeing it.
“I think we need some cold cuts for lunch tomorrow. How adventurous are you, Scott?” he asked.
“You know I will eat anything that doesn’t get me first, oh, and turnips, but I don’t think you were going to get any of those.”
“Give me 200 grams each of these three wursts, Black Forest ham, Weisswurst, and smoked turkey sliced moderately thin and I want some different cheeses that won’t be overwhelmed by the wurst.”
We picked up a half loaf of the lighter Pumpernickel and a loaf of Rye bread, as she dutifully sliced away.
“Could we have 2 servings of Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte too, please?” Vlad asked.
“If that’s what it cost for the wurst, I wonder what it would cost for the best?” I asked Vlad.
I wish I had a camera handy to record Vlad rolling his eyes. Vlad beat me to the draw, having his wallet out and credit card ready to fire before I had my hand in my pocket. I would make it up to him. He was far wealthier that I was, but I had enough as long as I didn’t go nuts with spending. One thing I wasn’t, was jealous of Vlad’s practically limitless financial resources. Our next stop was the beer store for some XXXX. Let’s call it a peace offering to Jesse. After that, we filled the tank on the Expedition, and Vlad drove us to the Marina. I was too excited to concentrate on driving. Vlad found a parking spot close to the dock and we started unloading.
“Hmm, this could be awkward. That’s the former owner of our launch -- the guy whom I can’t stand. I’ll look for James’ dad,” I said.
“Oh, hi, Scott. We are all ready for you. The seller is anxious to close the deal. He has been fine, and offered to show you how to check the oil, how to start it, and maneuver it in tight quarters. I know you don’t like him, but let me tell you, his new financial position has humbled him. The arrogance is gone,” he said.
“I don’t go around collecting enemies really. It was his attitude that pissed me off, but I’m willing to forget about that. Shall we get him in so we can do the paperwork?” I asked.
“I’ve been told I’m getting one of the finest ’52 Dukes on the Muskoka Lakes. I really didn’t expect to be in the market for one so soon. I’m still at University, but my parents were killed in an accident in the spring and there was some money from the insurance. Dad always loved how proper the mahogany launches looked. I’ve been told of all the restoration work you have had done on her recently. I guess I’ll be the custodian for as long as I can, and hope to maintain it to the same standard. I’m Scott Williams, by the way,” I said.
“I’m so sorry about the accident. That must have been devastating for you to lose both parents. Williams, let’s see, -- did your dad have a Lincoln Town Car?” He asked.
“Yes, a big boat of a car, but it looked good on him.”
“I talked to him one day during a torrential downpour. We waited it out in the showroom. When I found out what he did for a living, I asked him for some advice. He was very thorough, asking the right questions. Thankfully, I followed it and would be in a real mess if I didn’t make some changes. Scott, I’m Grant.”
We shook hands. I could hardly believe this was the same guy who I’ve been maligning.
“Grant, my family is now my teammates on the U of T Blues swim team. One of them is outside now,” I said.
James dad went through the checklist, and had all the paperwork in the correct order for signature, so that ordeal was as painless as possible. I followed James’ dad into his office and handed him the envelope of cash. After taking his share he placed Grant’s share back in the envelope, I left the office, and Grant went in to get his money. I met Vlad on the dock.
“Should we start loading the boat?” he asked.
“It would make sense but I know how anal Grant is about this boat. I feel he would like to let go over a period of time. Let him load it. He will know the best location for ideal weight distribution,” I said.
Grant came out and started his checklist for starting the boat. “Visual inspection. Turn on the bilge blower giving it a few minutes to make sure any gas fumes are blown from the engine compartment. Check the navigation lights and spotlight. Make sure the transmission is in neutral. Pump the gas lever in the center of the steering wheel a couple of times, and pull out the choke half way. Turn the key and hit the starter button.”
We got lucky. It started immediately, followed by the gurgling sound of the water cooled exhaust. Then we started handing him boxes, coolers, overnight bags, and my computer case. Vlad had parked the truck when we were doing the paperwork so we were ready to go.
“Scott, would you mind dropping me off at my cottage?”
“Sure, Grant, no problem.”
We untied the lines and lifted the fenders as he pushed us off the dock.
“Try to practice at your own dock. The rotation of the prop has a tendency to push the stern to starboard in forward and to port while reversing. You can use that to your advantage. The wheel position doesn’t make much difference unless you are in forward, in other words, it needs the pressure of the propwash hitting the rudder to effect steering. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough. If you need any help, come over anytime.” he said.
We were all seated, and Grant slowly brought it up to speed. The Canadian ensign fluttered in the breeze. That’s the flag that would have been flown when the boat was new. The Canadian flag came along 13 years after the boat. It certainly was a piece of history.
Grant’s cottage wasn’t far from the marina. He gave me printed instructions on maintenance and said he was taking it easy because it was a new engine and needed to be broken in. We said goodbye and carefully backed her away from his dock. I swung the bow around pointing to our cottage and slowly accelerated. It rode so smoothly. I knew I had a big grin on my face.
“Vlad, want to drive?”
“This is your day. Tomorrow you can check me out on it.”
He slid over to the center position and we hugged all the way home. I approached the dock very slowly and tried reversing and going forward a little at a time to get used to the propwash’s steering effect. With the fenders dropped I brought her alongside the dock, Vlad jumped out and tied the stern, while I climbed out and made the deck line secure. I passed our “cargo” to Vlad who piled it up on the dock.
“I can’t believe it babes. It looks like it has always been here,” I said, as I pulled him into a full frontal hug with a few kisses thrown in for emphasis.
“Like, it looked so cool in the photos but nothing like it does in real life. It’s gorgeous!” Vlad said.
We loaded up and headed up the stairs. We didn’t have all that much but there was still more than we could handle in one trip. It was nice to unlock the door and walk in to a warm cottage as it was brisk on the water. Vlad, at least, was plenty warm because he brought his wool full length winter coat with him. I turned on the hot water and the water pump so we could have a shower a bit later. I put away our groceries noting that our contractor friends left us plenty of beer, a clean fridge, a good supply of split firewood, and a cleaner cottage.
“I hope it warms up for the weekend. This is very cool for labour day. Lets cover the boat to insure that it doesn’t rain,” I chuckled.
After agreeing that a long swim would burn off the accumulation of adrenalin, we lit the fire in the fireplace and changed into our Speedos.
The cover was well made, making a good fit. Vlad walked around with me as I tried to visualize a place for a boathouse. It would be nice to have a three slip boathouse for the launch, the “plastic boat” as Grant called mine, and the tin boat. The only thing I would have to give up is my beach where I did my insane landings on the slalom ski.
“Babes, you know I never think small. A three slip boathouse might be 28 x 40 ft. I like the idea of the cottage being the second floor, with a sun deck above, if it could be built to handle the snow load. I’ve been threatening to build an addition on the cottage but it’s pretty kludgy now. Maybe it’s a better idea to just use it as a guest cottage. It has lousy insulation in it and on a windy night you can feel the breeze on your feet. Maybe that is why I looked at that property that I could drive to, tear down all the buildings and build something that suits me. It’s just that that property had terrible neighbours, no privacy or view etc. We’ll need a glass of creativity and antifreeze after our swim. I have a couple of bottles of scotch in my bag. Let’s go before we freeze,” I said.
We both squealed like little girls when the warmest body parts became submerged in the cold lake, however it was too late to turn back now. We swam - Vlad doing the fly, and me doing the backstroke to the end of the slalom run and returned, freestyle. Although it wasn’t a race, we moved along quickly, looking forward to being together in front of the fireplace for an evening of togetherness, the thought of which was causing additional drag in the water for both of us.
When we got to the dock, Vlad yanked my suit off. Naturally, I couldn’t let him get away with that unchallenged, so it was payback time. We dried each other, then ran to the cottage and put more wood on the fire. Naturally, we both had wood of our own.
“Shall we get dressed?” Vlad asked.
“Nope. The view is perfect like this. Care for a Scotch?” I asked.
“Will it make my throbbing boner go away?” he asked.
“I hope not. If I thought it would, I wouldn’t have made the offer.”
I sat down behind Vlad after passing him a glass, and gave him a hug, then proceeded to explore his body with my fingers. His pale skin was so very soft to the touch and sensitive judging by the moans.
“What would you like us to do, babes?” I asked.
“We are always in a hurry to do something. I’m happy being in your arms being held like I’m your baby. It has been hard putting on a brave face not knowing how things are going to turn out. I don’t want to act tonight but I want you to know how important your support has been to me. The blowjob in the hospital was pretty spectacular too. Hey, I was about to give you road head when we got near Gravenhurst. I know you aren’t driving now but we could pretend,” he said.
Kissing was the foreplay but it was so intense we both almost lost it a couple of times. We had to come up for air a few times as both of us were so close. I kissed his feet and sucked his toes, finally working my way to sucking his balls into my mouth and following up running my tongue around and around his helmet head while I fingered his hole. After that, it was logical that we fuck, but once you do that, all the other little avenues are blocked, so I gave him a back massage; I wanted this to last as long as possible.
“It’s my turn, at least for awhile,” he said.
I liked getting it as much as giving so I didn’t object. Vlad was very good at deep tissue massages as well as maintaining contact at all times through the massage. It felt so good, I was having some anxiety worrying that it would end soon. As he methodically attacked the knotted muscles with his strong fingers, he hummed a song which sounded familiar but I couldn’t place, until he got to:
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
where he sang the words. It was the song Fuckin’ Perfect by Pink that he sung the night of the bonfire. That song is indelibly linked to Vlad. He pushed an emotional hot button and I had to stop the massage and pull him on top of my chest. We were both beyond excited, beyond stimulated. All it took was Vlad’s erection connecting to mine to get a good trickle of precum from both of us. We kissed deeply with our eyes open; I saw an incredibly beautiful guy for the first time that night and couldn’t take my eyes off him, so we kissed and ground together and did it some more.
“Vlad... I love you... very much,” I said, as I traced around his luscious red lips with my fingertips.
“Feel this,” he said, as he pressed my hand against his chest.
to be continued ...
that i've red it in one shot 
and was sad to have fisnished in no time.
