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I went back in as they were coming in with the leather furniture from the den. I found the two cartons with the lamps so once they brought the tables in, I placed the lamps and plugged them in. I got the remote control for the fireplace off the mantel, sat down and turned it on. Beautiful! The view of downtown was fantastic. The other boys interrupted the unpacking to come over and sit. We all got a chance to play with the remote, eventually shutting it off as the A/C was on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~“Mr. Williams, we are finished now,” said the mover foreman.
“That didn’t take as long as I figured.”
“It was easy loading at the house and having that huge freight elevator cut at least an hour off it,” he said.
“You guys want a beer?”
Jesse pulled four out of the fridge before they answered. The smiles on their faces answered the question. We all had one too. The guys worked hard and were careful. Nothing was broken, which was a miracle for Tippit and Scratchit Moving & Storage. I plugged the beer fridge in as it had been sitting for a couple of hours. It started up normally so Jesse put a case of beer in it. The foreman gave me the bill and I gave him my credit card. I could pay by cheque but this way I got air miles. The movers took off quickly after they finished their beers.
It was quiet now except for the carpet guy’s electric stapler upstairs. With the furniture in place, I could hardly hear the air conditioning. I finished my beer so I took the vacuum upstairs; I was busting to see how the bed platform was coming along. When I got there he was packing up his tools.
“I have a small piece left over. If you want, I can take it and have it bound for a rug,” he said.
It was the right size for a small rug for in front of the fireplace and would be a nice place to sit and look at the fire with Kyle and have some brandy. I mean Jesse. Why did I say Kyle?
“Okay. Can you make it to put here, with some underpad?” I asked, indicating the area.
“Sure, no problem. I can get it back to you in a few days.”
The platform looked immaculate. He did good work. I fired up the vacuum and got as much fluff off it as possible and opened a window to vent the off-gassing from the new carpet. I cleaned the rugs in the other two rooms while I had the vacuum up here, opening another window a little for cross ventilation.
My return to the main floor found the guys helping Jeff bring in the shelving units he built.
“I think I have time to put these in place in the foyer today so they will be out of the way if one of you helps me,” he said.
“Okay mate, I’ll help,” Jesse said.
“I’m going to move my stuff into my closet. You guys can do that whenever you want,” I said.
We all located our gym bags, taking them upstairs. Danny tossed his in an empty closet because he only had what was in his gym bag. I had my clothes in a closet in the middle bedroom and moved Jesse’s to the closet beside mine. I emptied the dresser contents into the built-in dresser in my closet. I found Danny’s new computer and gave it to him, suggesting he open it and plug it in to charge the battery. He gave me a kiss and a hug. After doing that he brought up a couple of cartons of towels taking them to the cupboard in the laundry room.
“We didn’t want to come empty handed. These cartons are marked “laundry room”,” Jeff said.
Jesse had a couple of cartons too, so they took them in. Jeff noticed the movers hadn’t hooked up the laundry equipment and volunteered to do that, while Danny and Robb moved the beds onto the platforms, located the mattress covers, the bags of pillows and made the bed. It was so cool! When Jeff finished connecting the washer and dryer, I turned on the heated floor to ‘low’ so when we showered, any moisture on the floor would evaporate quickly. Due to the size of our loft, we had separate heat pumps for the main floor and the bedroom level. While I shared the bed with five teenaged swimmers, the bedroom wouldn’t have to be heated very much in the winter. The air conditioning would be another matter. I found the beach towels.
“I’m done Scott. What time works for you tomorrow?” Jeff asked.
“Nine is good if that works for you. Don’t forget, I want that pine wine cooler covered in stainless steel laminate to blend in with the kitchen. Is it okay to load the wine in it now?” I asked.
“Sure, you can fill it. I’ll bring you a couple of filters for your heat pumps. There were some left over. They cost a fortune but should last a year. The thermostats will show a message when it’s time to replace them,” he said.
I went downstairs with Jeff, stopping to hang the towels over the knee wall and finding the “toy” I got for us to try. He was getting a little excited seeing it but was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Kyle looking very hot after his game. He came in as I said goodbye to Jeff.
“We just got everything under control upstairs so we are ready to try out the shower before we soak. Care to join us?”
“I was hoping you would ask. That looks like a badass shower you have. Do I need a swimsuit for the whirlpool?” he asked.
“They aren’t allowed. Anything that’s been through a washer has traces of detergent and phosphates that screw up the chemistry of the water. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it,” I said.
He smiled and gave me a wink, following me upstairs. “I think we all stink after working so hard today. We should toss our clothes right in the washer. Do you want yours done too, Kyle?”
I guess he did because when he stripped down to nothing he picked up his clothes and tossed them into the washer. He wasn’t shy. He had no reason to be. And he really was blond. This was going to be fun.
I went in first to initially set the water temperature and familiarize myself with the controls, then shut it off while the others got in. Five was about the maximum for the shower comfortably. With the glass door closed, I turned on the water again so everybody could get wet. Jesse and I squeezed some shower gel in our hands and went to work on Kyle’s back and chest, working up a good lather. Jesse continued so I worked on Jesse’s back, thinking to myself how similar their bodies were. Kyle obviously enjoyed the pampering and washed Jesse’s chest. It was hot to watch, so I became a voyeur, washing myself. We all got a little excited. Kyle was nicely muscled, and well adapted to playing soccer with his strong quad muscles like Jesse’s. He was a natural blond, for sure! I suspected he would be an excellent skier with those powerful thighs.
They washed their own private parts. Perhaps the barriers would be relaxed after a good soak and dinner with wine. Robb’s testosterone level appeared to be on the high side according to the angle of his dangle. Danny had a semi. Kyle was average, and cut which surprised me. I figured he would be uncut. I doubted anyone would kick him out of bed for eating cookies. He looked so cute with his key around his neck, reminding me of Vlad. I demonstrated the body jets, which were more powerful than the ones in the house.
Having finished showering, we all stepped out onto the warm slate floor and toweled ourselves. Kyle’s long blond hair was complemented by the yellow towel over his shoulders. We headed out to the whirlpool on the terrace stopping briefly to get cans of beer. When we were all in, and accustomed to the hot water, I turned on the pump, sending bubbly water gushing out of the jets.
“To my terrific neighbours; who could ask for any better?” Kyle proposed.
“I’ll drink to that,” Robb said, thunking beer cans with Kyle, and then all of us with each other.
It had been an arduous task for me. I don’t know how I thought I could manage all of the move related tasks alone. Deciding to take Robb in as a roommate was one of my better decisions. This place would be kind of lonely without the boys. They were worth their weight in gold in the past few days.
Kyle told us about his grandfather’s ski manufacturing business in Norway. It was actually started before the second World War. He made the best skis in the country and supplied the Norwegian army. He was able to ramp up production for military use during the war, and has been a key supplier ever since. When ski boots started to be made of plastic, they got into that as well, eventually moving production to Japan because of high tax rates in Norway. Around the time snowboarding was starting, they spent vast sums of money on research and development, and market research. It indicated North America was the hot market for this product so his grandfather turned the snowboard business over to Kyle’s dad who located in Rochester, New York. He got a tax break for the new venture as Xerox and Kodak were downsizing. Kyle told us he enrolled for business with the idea of eventually taking over the family business.
His dad did things right. He personally held the patent for the snowboard manufacturing technology rather than the company holding it. Traveling from Rochester to Norway was getting to be too much and grandpa was getting old so it was decided to sell the ski business. It was acquired by an Austrian manufacturer who also signed an agreement allowing Kyle’s dad to be the exclusive North American distributor. The ski boot business was Kyle’s dads. Grandpa made an enormous amount of money on the sale of the ski business. In addition, He retained ownership of the factory and office buildings, leasing them back to the Austrian company. This is how Kyle got a million dollars when he turned 18 and had another million coming at 21.
Kyle had a way of holding everyone’s attention even though I’m sure the topic was boring for the others. It wasn’t because of his fantastic body either. He was very well spoken for an eighteen year old. I expected he would become more fun as the evening progressed. The water was really hot so we got out for awhile to lie on the chaises. Jesse got us a refill. Kyle’s penis was pretty happy which had a contagious effect. We were so used to seeing each other hard that we didn’t think much about it. Kyle was in Rome doing what the Romans do and didn’t attempt to cover his erection, which suited us just fine. Like I said, he had a great body, and the addition of a perfect, hard, cut cock was the icing on the cake. I don’t know if Freud was at work but I got up and brought out a bowl of cashews. Delicious nuts, they are.
I ran upstairs and tossed the washed load into the dryer. Fuck, I couldn’t even do that without there being some sexual connotation. For some reason, I went to my computer and checked Apple stock. I was amazed to see I had made a paper gain of $589,000 so far this month but quickly put it out of my head. Meh, it’s just a paper gain.
Meanwhile, the boys had gotten back in after their cool down cycle. Naturally, I joined them and started giving Jesse a foot massage.
“I see Jesse, you have your boyfriend well trained,” Kyle said.
“Mate, we all do stuff like that for each other. Scott gives great back massages so I hope he gives me one tonight. We didn’t even have sex last night so I’m so horny I could fuck a kangaroo,” he said.
“I think we are all looking forward to having a marvy time in our new bed tonight although it’ll seem empty again without Vlad and James,” Robb said.
“You guys have all the luck. You all seem to love each other, enjoy touching and making love to each other. I get to hug my Teddy bear and jerk off. I’m not complaining though. I’d be happier if I could just share a bed and listen to a guy breathing and falling asleep with his arms around me,” he said.
“Kyle, sit here with your back to me and I’ll give you a brief back rub,” I said.
I gave him a deep tissue massage, working some knots out of his shoulders and neck. Everybody tells me I give good ones. Honestly, I enjoy giving one just as much as they like getting one, if the guy has broad shoulders and a small waist, so much the better. Kyle was like that plus he had smooth skin.
“I’ll give you a full body massage some time but it’s awkward in the whirlpool, besides I’m thirsty,” I said.
“You had me purring like a kitten. Thanks.”
It was time for another cool down so we got out and laid on the chaises, getting the afternoon rays. Danny brought us all a beer. We chilled, talking about our dreams for school, and the swim team. I suggested we get back in for a few more minutes. I massaged Jesse’s other foot as we soaked away the tensions of the day. It was time to get out, shower and get dressed for Kyle’s dinner party before we turned into prunes. Raphael was coming to install the entertainment system too. We showered again and dressed in nice warm clothes right from the dryer. Kyle tried out the bed, so we all got on it, showing how massive it was for 5 people. Robb cuddled up behind Kyle, throwing an arm around him.
“I could get used to that. It feels so good,” Kyle said.
Danny and I got off the bed which was Robb’s clue to get up as well. Kyle reluctantly got up also. I looked at my iPhone seeing it was close to six. I helped Jesse find some wine for the spaghetti fest. Just then Raphael knocked on the door.
“Hola, You guys gonna help me bring everything up? Scott, you got the big Magneplanar 3.7’s. I’m dying to hear them. This system will kick ass, man,” he said.
“Kyle, we can handle all this. We will be over shortly. You can take this wine,” I said.
We helped unload his truck and easily got it all in one load. The speakers were packed one pair to a carton weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds. They were seventy-one inches high and two feet wide. The sub, projector, screen, laptop, mic and toolbox were nothing in comparison to the speakers.
“Shit man, I see why you got the big ones. This is a big room. I’ll get it going as best I can tonight but we might need to do some fine tuning another time,” he said.
“There is a sixteen foot ladder outside if you need it. Do you need my help because we are going to be next door in PH2?” I said.
“No, get out of my way. If I need you, I will come to get you,” he said.
We went to Kyle’s, entering what smelled like an Italian restaurant. I really did like his contemporary furnishings and the way his loft was laid out with the kitchen and powder room close to the entrance. His dining area was between the outside wall and the bar. The dining table was frosted glass with a blue cast rather than the usual green. The base was black marble with green and white streaks in it. The chairs were classic Parsons style done in black leather. The area to the right as you entered was his living area and featured a tuxedo style sofa, love-seat and chair. The coffee table matched the dining table. There were two comfy looking overstuffed arm chairs on the north wall by a window with a table and floor lamp between them. I had a mental image of him casually dressed in shorts and no shirt, sitting there reading after playing soccer. A long cabinet sat on the east wall. A contemporary rug covered the floor in the living area. This is where Kyle seated us. Either he had remarkable taste for a college freshman or he hired a designer.
“I’m sorry, I can’t even offer you a beer because I’m only 18 and can’t legally buy it,” Kyle said.
“Hell, dude, that’s not a problem, I’ll go next door and get some, I said.
And I did. As he was handing them out I told him I had to go to the beer store tomorrow and if he needed anything to let me know. His loft had a warm feel in spite of its modern appearance. He brought out cheese and crackers to start on and excused himself to boil water for the spaghetti.
“Have you seen anybody around PH3, Kyle?”
“No, but I’ve heard it’s an older couple who live at their cottage May to October and at their condo in Florida December to March. During the school year I’ll only be here for breaks and most weekends, so you almost have the whole floor to yourself. Judging by the size of your speakers, that’s a good thing,” he said.
to be continued ...
You do realize the longer they go without sex, the hornier they will be? Good. I thought so