Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 21:53:56 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 21

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


21:  Testing the Waters beyond

Ziggy had become our resident social organizer.  He seamed to recognize the
variety of social needs among us and was creative enough to organize all
kids of little events, trips, outings, gatherings and what have you.  He
still dotted on me and I on him.  His friendship with Drew had matured.  I
was concerned, by accepting Drew as my boy, Ziggy would feel left out.  He
did not, he exhibited a confidence and maturity I could have only dreamed
of when I was 17.  I am still quite sure he is gay but his social circle
includes many girls, some of them I know he sleeps with on a frequent but
not regular basis.  He only wakes me up for a morning fuck about twice a
week now and never if I am with a female.

He too is growing very fast.  The growth factor treatments should stop in
about six months.  He will always be the shortest of the lot but still
hopes to make something close to 5' 10" (1.8 m).

Klass and I sat down to review the family situation.  Not that anything bad
was happening or anything like that.  I was just a bit concerned that we
were loosing touch with everyone and they were loosing touch with each
other.  Klass had also noticed this.  Attendance at meals and meetings had
dropped off.  Work assignments were subjected to due dates slipping and all
to often the cooks were commenting on not knowing how many to prepare for.
Little things like that.  I also remember my grade 12 academic performance
was less than stellar, my social performance on the other hand was stellar,
even at an all boys school.

Klass pored us each a drink as we took our seats.  "I take it you are
concerned about something.  I trust it does not involve Drew."

"My concern relates to all of us including you, me and Drew."

I explained myself in some detail.  "Jason, they are teenagers, still just
boys, you can not expect them to operate like you and I."

"You are correct in that.  I remember how important my independence was to
me at that age.  I also know you had a major influence on how mom and dad
guided me through it.  I also know that you covered my ass many times, as I
explored my limits.  I assume that is why I don't notice them pressing any
boundaries."

Klass would not answer that.  As long as I never placed myself or my
companions in a position of physical or moral harm, he would cover my back.
I am sure he was treating the brothers with the same courtesy.

"Ja vergesse ich, daß sie nicht die Jahre von preparation gehabt haben,
das Sie taten.  (Yes, I forget they have not had the years of perpetration
you did.  I think they are all doing well despite that.)  Ich denke,
daß alle sie sind, die wohles dispite das tun."

"I am just afraid we are beginning to come apart as a team.  Not in a major
way but in little ways."

"Which will add up to something more if not corrected." Klass finished me
sentence.

"Well, adjusted anyway.  I don't mean to be hard on the guys, they try and
their performance has been more than I expected.  I'm just worried that's
all."

"When we embarked on this enterprise, I agreed to be the father figure role
model.  You are to be the big brother role model, my drill sergeant as it
were.  As the patriarch around here I don't see a problem.  From your nuts
and bolts point of view, I understand your concern.  Do you want my
guidance or are you just informing me of your actions?"

"I want your guidance.  The last thing I want to do is appear to be to
controlling you know, give them something to rebel against.  Unless you
think I should."

"No, Jason I don't think you should be overly controlling or demanding.  I
think you need to use the old carrot and stick approach.  Why don't we each
start taking one of the boys with us on our trips.  We can make them
shorter and if necessary more frequent, that way no one will miss to much
class time.  We will just have to remember to try and make those trips as
short and as interesting as possible.  You remember how your dad and I
would drag you all over.  Just lead by example and try not to lecture to
much."  I looked at him with my puzzled expression.  "Many times I had to
subtly remind your father to hold his tongue, you are your father's son,
just a reminder not to set the boundaries to tight, they are boys, let them
be boys."

"True enough, thank you for the reminder but they are not just boys they
are very wealthy and powerful boys.  That comes with a heavy
responsibility."

"Jason, Jason, they are just boys.  The size of their bank accounts or
their formal education is not the issue.  That money and its associated
power is in trust for a long time yet.  Just like you, they will rise to
the occasion and assume that responsibility, when they need to.  Let us not
push them any faster than required.  Like you, they will learn what to do
and how it should be done by being at our sides.  Those boys all worship
you and it is not because you are so skilled in bed, it is because they
respect you and want to be like you."  That is the first time he ever
mentioned our sexual liaison.

"You may not know this, when Jason and I were still students, we had two
young brothers as apprentices, in the old Greek meaning."  What he was
saying was they each had a boy like I have Drew.  "They wanted to be just
like Jason and Klass when they grew up and they are.  In their own style
but they are, one like me, one like your dad."  I got the message, I also
knew better than ask their names but Dane and Frans are clear images in my
mind.  I also realized he was telling me something about Drew.  He was his
son and my boy, he would be some combination of us, something I had better
learn to respect.  .......................

"Come on Dad, its a skinny dip party, were all naked, you too."

"No one wants to look at this old body."

"No one wants to have an odd man out either," Ziggy added.

"Does the old man need help?"  I quipped.

"Ya, he does," Drew shouted and all the boys helped poor old Klass divest
himself of his trunks.  Well he did say they should be allow to be boys,
and this is what boys do.  Klass by the way, is a very handsome fellow.  He
may have mostly gray hair but he is fit and trim, well hung and harry.  And
most important, he is a good sport about these things.

Now if it was me they would have pushed me into the water first, we all
have to much respect for our patriarch.  I hope he appreciated that.  We
swam and splashed around, playing tag and some Water Polo.  Klass who swims
on a regular basis kept right up with us young guys.

Once the steam had been purged, another Klassism, I got everyone gathered
around and we had a mini meeting.  "Klass and I are finding it harder and
harder to keep up with our traveling work load.  We have an idea that we
think will help and I want to run it by you.  We want to take one of you
along with us, on each of our trips, for the foreseeable future."  I held
up my hand to quell questions.  "We are modifying our schedule to try and
minimize the number of week days we are away and keep our trips as short as
possible.  I though we could randomly select your names, for each scheduled
trip and that would distribute the load, given there are seven of you and
usually not more than four trips a month.  In theory each of you would get
one tip in two months."  The questions were all the things expected and we
talked over the details.  The biggest concern was getting excused absences
from classes and missing important events.  I suggested once a schedule is
posted, they could trade to accommodate possible conflicts and I would
clear absences with the head master.  They would be expected to do in
advance or make up, school work.

This was the first time we had a working family meeting in the nude.  It
did make for some interesting viewing.  The Adonis men are well, Adonis
like.  We are not movie stars or fashion models but when we walk by, the
heads turn.  By the time we were finished, every one was charged up again,
even Klass.  He excused himself for a shower, leaving us to our own
devices.  Four pairs of boys sixty-nining was the almost instant result.

We reemerged in the kitchen, dress again, just as Helga and Eva returned
from a show, at the Performing Art's Center.

...............................

Les called the office in somewhat of a panic.  Klass was not around, Eva
took the call and transferred it to me.

"Jason here, what can I do for you Les?"

"Jason I've been called to a fire."  Les is a volunteer fireman, in a rural
setting like this we don't have fire fighters on stand by, the volunteers
are called out by a special alert telephone system.

"Anything I can do to back you up?"

"Yes as a matter of fact their is.  The units are on their way now, the
fire is about a mile east.  Can you round up my men and have them bring the
ranch's water truck over.  I know they don't have any water supply close."

"I'm on it, you go and we will follow along as soon as I can get the tank
filled."  I explained to Eva what was happening and ran out to my Hummer
and headed down to the ranch.  One thing I forgot to ask was where the men
were working and where the truck was.  By the time I got down the hill,
Rita-Jo organized the thing and the boys were filling the truck from our
dugout.

"Are you going down there Jason?"

"Yes I though I might, want to come?"

"No, I need to stay with the children but Mrs. Chopiach has three little
ones."

"I'm on my way, you make coffee and I'll bring them back as soon as I can."
Off I went braking most speed laws in the process.  The water truck was
right behind me but going a might slower.  When I arrived the house was
just about gone and it looked like several of the out buildings were next.
The department has a water truck and two pumpers with about 15 men, all of
who seemed to know exactly what they were doing.  I found Mrs. Chopiach and
the children sitting in a car about 500 feet (150 m) from the fire.  They
were some upset.  It also looked like they just got out, fortunately non
were hurt.  The ambulance and Black Diamond department were also on their
way.

I managed to get Mrs. C and the kids in the Hummer, found the chief to let
him know I was taking them to the Flying H, (We had decided to name the
ranch the Flying H, a few months back.) Once more or less settled with
Rita-Jo, I easily convinced the kitchen staff to prepare what ever they
could and bring it to the firefighters.  I figured they were in for a bit
of a long one.  Mrs. C was almost hysterical, which is to be expected.
Mr. C, I assumed was helping the firefighters, he may even be one himself,
I thought.

By the time I got back the house was mostly gone, the garage was on fire
but the outbuildings looked like they could be saved.  Fortunately no
animals were in the barns or cars in the garage at this time.
Unfortunately the grasses were all very dry and the day was quite windy,
this would be a long one.  I told our staff to fill the tanks on the
pumpers and keep hauling until they were released by the chief.  I guided
the Black Diamond water truck to our pump station.  They knew how to run
the pumps, a good thing I don't, the pumps are electric but I don't even
know where the on/off switch is.  The cooks were heading out as we came in
but I knew they would be back quickly, since I had badly underestimated the
number of firefighters.

As soon as the boys got home and changed we all headed over again, to see
if we could help, by giving the real firefighters a brake.  Mr. C was on
his tractor plowing firebreaks in the close by fields.  Four of us were
handed back pack pumps, the others shovels, to run around spotting.  I did
not know what spotting meant, figured it out real quick.  You run over to
where sparks have landing on the dry grass and try and put that "spot" out,
before it could spread.

The fire was more or less out by about 7:30 and firefighters were packing
things up.  Les took us around making introductions, since we did not know
most of the men and neighbors that had responded.  Our cooks showed up
again with a hot meal and gallons of coffee.  Over all, it was hot and
dirty work.  I now understand why I gave up the idea of being a firefighter
when I was about 8 or 9.

I could only imagine how devastated Mr. and Mrs. C must be, loosing their
home and latterly everything but the clothing they happened to be wearing.
Fortunately no one was hurt and no animals were lost, even the pet cat was
saved.  These poor people couldn't even drive their cars or trucks, the
keys were all lost in the fire.  Les finely got Frank loaded into his truck
and we headed back to the Flying H.

The seen at the ranch was highly emotional and heart breaking for all of us
to watch.  None of us had much experience with major emotional situations
like this.  When my parents were killed I was a continent away.  Swiss Air
went down near Peggy''s Cove, Nova Scotia.  By the time Klass and I got
their the devastation was no longer apparent.  This is different, the
devastation is just a mile away and the smell of smoke was still lingering
in the air.

"I think you folks should come and stay with us for the next little while.
We have more than enough room."

"Mr. Adonis we don't want to impose."

"It is no imposition, none at all.  You are more or less already here and
we have lots of room.  In fact, we have two unoccupied guest rooms being
made ready for you as we speak.  Rita-Jo can follow along with some fresh
clothing for you and the kids.  Franks is close to our size we have lots to
fit him.  Frau van Witt would have my hide twice over, if I let you refuse
our hospitality.  Please..."

After we: Helga, Eva, Loraine (Mrs. C) got the kids bathed and settled.
Frank, Loraine, Eva, Klass and Ziggy gathered with me for a nightcap and
discussion.  Eva offered them the use of her apartment, which they
declined.  I though that was a good idea but Frank pointed out they had
relatives not to far away.  I offered him the use of my Hummer until they
could get a locksmith to cut them new keys, which he did accept.

...................

"Jason Adonis this is Arrow Stephenson, the Reeve," Les was making
introductions.  (A reeve is like a mayor but of the county government, not
a city.  He is elected just like the council members are.)

"I'm most please to meet you Mr. Stephenson, I'm honored that you and Les
are paying us a visit.  May I offer you some refreshments.  Frau van Witt
has just backed a batch of cookies and if we hurry..."

"Mr. Adonis I have a puzzle to solve and Les thought you may be able to
help."

"First please call me Jason and I will help if I can."

"The strangest thing has happened and we are just not sure how to handle
it.  Our building fund for the new fire hall just received a donation."

"Well, I would think that was a good thing, you must get donations all the
time."

"Yes we do and the department has been working on fundraising for about
five years now.  This donation was unusual in that it was very large and
anonymous."

"I see, the puzzle is, who is anonymous."

"Well yes but it is more complicated than that.  The money just appeared in
the bank account.  I called the bank and asked if some mistake had been
made, they checked and said no.  An electronic deposit from an account in
Toronto but when they attempted to find out the name on the account and
answer came back Anonymous."

"Well I guess someone named Anonymous must have made the donation."

"It gets deeper still, Jason.  The Kovatch people called me this morning,
confirming the delivery date for the new engine we ordered.  When I tried
to tell them we had not ordered any new equipment, the fellow was quite put
out, telling me it had already been paid for and was on the assembly line
as we speak."

"We though you may know something about this," Les added.

"Well I don't know anyone named Anonymous and what I know about fire
engines ends with what color they are painted."

"But how do we explain all this to the members and the voters.  We must be
able to recognize the person or persons responsible."

"Well, we are new in this area and still learning how to things work but I
would guess, if someone wants to make an anonymous gift, they don't want
recognition.  That seams logical.  I guess you just say a gift was made, it
was from someone who wishes to remain anonymous and we do honor to that
person by accepting it with grace."

"But why would someone give upwards of a quarter million dollars and not
want something in return, even a thank you?"

"That is a tough one, every person is different and therefore the reasons,
and I am sure there is more than one, will be just as different.
Speculating for a moment, it could be that all the thanks required is the
knowledge that your volunteers will be assisted or the community will be
safer.  It could be something more selfish but we will just never know.
Why people refuse recognition can and is just as complex.  Perhaps they
feel having money does not deserve recognition but sacrifice, hard work,
bravery, talent and so froth do.

Perhaps I can offer some kind of insight from my personal experience.  My
mother's family is wealthy and very well known, their name is on many
consumer products, Les you met some of them last year, remember.  My
parents and now my brothers and I, own two very valuable paintings that are
on permeant loan to a famous museum.  My grandfather insisted the name of
the painter be placed in large type next to each work and in small type,
"on permeant loan to the museum".  The family name in not mentioned, not
even in the literature about those two works.  I asked my mother why
grandpa didn't just give the painting to the museum.  She told me the
painter was his boyhood friend, who gifted them to him.  He believed it
would be a disservice to his friend's memory to re-give but a great service
to his memory, if everyone could see and enjoy them.  The fact that they
were valuable or the family could get a fat tax deduction, to my
grandfather was not important.  His honor to the memory of his friend, was.

I'm sorry I can not solve your puzzle, although puzzle solving is one of my
hobbies and I will put some resources into it but I think we need to
respect those wishes of anonymity too.  Speaking of volunteering I'll bet
you can get Klass to assist you with the construction management.  He did a
good job on this place, I think."

Les told me a few days later they did not completely believe me but
respected my opinion.  I just smiled and reminded him that one of Klass'
objectives for the Flying H is to be a good neighbor and that is part of
his job as manager, the easy and often times the most satisfying, part.  "A
good neighbor acts either from the heart or from enlightened self interest.
Klass would say, a good neighbor does the right thing, because it is the
right thing to do."

While I am discussing community related things I will take the story
slightly ahead in time for a slight digression on a related topic.  Klass
and I attended a community meeting, called by a land developer, who wanted
community support for his plan, to subdivide a near by quarter section (160
acres).  The developer did not yet own the land but had an option on it and
if the county gave its approval, he would proceed.  The reaction was mixed.
Some would gladly sell for a big profit, others not.  Some were concerned
that this rather sudden increase in population would put strains on roads,
schools and other facilities.  They were not all that keen on becoming
semi-urbanized.  Others were concerned about land values, if zoning changed
from farm/ranch to industrial or residential, their taxes would increase.
All valid concerns which the developer's people tried to address, in the
most positive light from their point of view.  Since the proposed
development was several miles away, I did not see it as a threat, it was
future trends that I was concerned about.  Klass had assured me that as
long as we did not subdivide or separate the title to any smaller parcels,
we could build homes for all the brothers and their families.  They would
just not own them but lease them from the family trust.

After the meeting we stood around talking with our neighbors, for some it
was our first meeting.  Frank was there, he had asked several tough
questions about future plans but did not get good answers.  It sounded to
me like he suspected or thought he knew something about their planning,
that they were not talking about.

I invited him over for a beer, he asked if two other neighbors would also
be welcome.  That confirmed my suspicions.  In our discussion over some
fine local brew called Big Rock, the pieces started to fall in place.
About two years ago, before we bought this place, the developer had gone
around looking for options, most had said no.  One neighbor told us the
fellow who had agreed, a cousin of his wife, was more or less forced by the
bank to take the offer.  He was heavy into beef and the BSE crunch put him
in a very tough position with the bank.  The problem they had with the
developers' earlier offers was all the they wanted to subdivide was one
quarter section.  They all had larger ranches, the quarters wanted were
either prime farm land or held a central positions.  Selling would brake up
the ranch into even more parts then they were now.

I asked how they felt about selling and getting out of the ranching
business.  None wanted to do that but Frank noted his bank was putting a
lot of pressure on him since the fire.  So far it had only been not so
subtle hints, nothing in writing yet.  Did they all deal at the same bank?
No but these developers deal with more than one bank.  Klass and I
suspected some collusion at relatively high places.  "We are not interested
in selling or subdividing the Flying H and Jason and I do not desire any
subdivision on our doorsteps either.  What these people are doing is not on
the surface illegal, they would say it is just business.  Jason and I think
it is unethical."

"One more question, how did your banks find out about the option offer," I
asked.  No one knew, but they were all sure they had not mentioned it.  The
cousin had told our neighbor the purchase price being offered, for his
optioned land, was only a bit higher then his current outstanding debt.
That clinched it for me and I am sure Klass.  As they departed for their
homes we all agreed to keep each other informed.  In the mean time I would
get our legal bagels downtown to draft up our opposition to the proposed
subdivision, that should delay them a bit.  From my point of view, water
will be the biggest hang up for this new community.  I think ...yes I think
I know how to delay this until the option runs out.  Hum, I wonder if they
would be willing to sweeten it up a whole lot.  "I called out, ask your
cousin to give me a call as soon as possible."

He called the next day and confirmed that the price being offered was low
and the bank was pressuring him.  I did not ask how much the option payment
was, I was sure not to much.  He did confirm it was for 1 year and could be
renewed by mutual consent.  It was 6 months old now.  I asked him if he was
willing to subdivide or was being forced.  He said pressured, since he
could not sell his cattle and even if he could, it would be at very low
prices.  The provincial and federal governments did have some assistance,
to help ranchers but it was not great.

Klass and I had a brief conference and agreed on a plan of action.  What
these people were trying to do was take advantage of ranchers who were in
difficult positions, to land bank potentially sub dividable agricultural
land, at a fraction of the fair market price and for a minimal holding
cost.  That may be smart business and I would have no problem with it,
except they were trying to control the market and use unethical pressure to
do it.  I was also willing to bet they would barrow money to finance the
thing.  Hence the incentive for the banks, who are more interested in loan
performance and big deals, than working with a bunch of farmers and
ranchers.

Klass phoned Dane and he seconded a land man, hydrologist and GIS tech. to
us for a few days.  By Thursday night we had formulated a plan of action,
had maps covering every aspect of the area, within five miles of the ranch,
had recruited all of our neighbors to join a new "not for profit" society,
for responsible rural development, got the lawyers working on placing road
blocks to the zoning change proposals and began getting some of the
environmental lobby groups in our camp.

Fortunately a number of our neighbors are hobby farmers, places in the 20
to 30 acre range.  They are mostly Calgary professionals, not all that
interested in seeing subdivision across the highway and to busy themselves
to do much about it.  They would make good spokes persons however.  I did
not want to give the impression that this was all being done by or for, the
Flying H.

Our meeting in Toronto was on a Friday afternoon.  Stan and of course
Herman went with me, it was Stan's turn.  Now in early December the Toronto
weather is often unpleasant, with a stiff breeze blowing off Lake Ontario.
During the 4.5 hour flight east, I explained what we were about to set in
motion, during the first hour, fucked each other like crazy for the next
two and generally took it easy for the last bit.  I began things by all but
attacking Stan's long cock with my mouth.  My mouth loves to play with
Stan's shaved balls and his long cock is able to penetrate deep into my
throat.  Those shaved testicles must be about the smoothest and softest
skin on a male human body.  Herman joined in by reaming the boy, I could
not see but could feel Stan's reaction as Herman's tongue pressing into my
brother's anus.  Stan ejaculated into my mouth and his semen trickled
mostly down my throat, a bit escaped out the sides of my mouth.  Herman
moved Stan over to one of the sofas and taking his long legs, split his ass
open and began ramming his good sized cock home.  My hands were busy
preparing Herman's butt for my rock hard penis and soon he was pickle in
the middle.  I was more interested in Herman's butt at this point, knowing
Stan and I would share a bed tonight.

Herman has been addicted to my cock since he became my body guard.  For me
he is mostly a bottom, for others I think he likes to be a top.  Shortly
after both of us ejaculated I moved into the cockpit, giving Ed and Johan
an opportunity to enjoy the younger men.

We landed at Toronto Island Airport, not at Person International.  TIA is
on a small island, a short distance from the shore and close to downtown.
The island is connected by a small ferry.

The Toronto skyline is impressive dominated by the CN Tower, the worlds
tallest freestanding structure.  That is what the tourist brochure said.
Stan had not been in the tower yet, so we would go on Saturday.  "All of
these towers are giant phallic symbols but this one is Adonis sized," I
said to Stan.  He grabbed my crotch, kissing me passionately in agreement.

By the time we got into that meeting, with the managers of our bank branch
in Canada, Klass would have told Zurich what we wanted to do and what
cooperation we expected from them.  We brought with us, all the information
the Toronto people would need to get the ball rolling.  Since the branch's
reason for being was to facilitate our Canadian investments and service our
Canadian family owned enterprises, it is not in the retail business.  It is
strictly a commercial bank.  It does have clients in Switzerland and Canada
that are not family owned but do business in both countries.  We are
therefore known in the banking industry but not well know outside of that.
Since we don't take Canadian deposits from the public or operate consumer
credit cards, etc. our regulations are somewhat different than Canadian
Chartered banks.

My plan was simple.  Our bank would buy up any mortgage or line of credit
leans on all the properties we had identified.  This would be a strictly
commercial transaction and arms length from me, several arms as Stan put
it.  I wanted the ranchers and farmers to have the most favorable terms
possible and for the next two years, hassle free rollovers.  When the
opportunity came up to rollover or renew, I wanted them to insert a right
of first refusal clause for ACan, should the owner of 80 acres or more wish
to sell.  Stan thought our bank should try and deal only with the head
offices of the other banks or lenders.  Given the recent drought and the
BSE bullshit, these ranchers have been living with, the banks were, if
anything nervous and I knew we could take advantage of that.

My boys, my brothers and I had been looking at cycles and cyclic patterns
in weather, sun spots, total sun energy output and so on.  We determined
the drought conditions should abate in the next 24 to 36 months.  We viewed
the BSE situation, as more political than anything else.  The industry
would bounce back but not without some pain and difficulty for ranchers.
We believe this was a good investment over the next three to five years and
from a strictly business point of view, made good economic sense.

Our manager was a bit concerned, to get the loans we wanted from the Big
Boys, we may have to take some poor or non performers in other parts of
Alberta, to sweeten the deal.  Some of the smaller institutions, credit
unions or the ATB and the like will not be interested but they will not be
problematic, we could get a right of first refusal for small annual
payments.  As long as we were prepared for that.  If they could not make
any headway they should let me know the details, "I'm sure we have a hammer
some place if we need it."  If we don't get them all, we don't get them
all, that's all.  Stan had prepared a list for each institution, in order
of importance and stared the 7 or 8 properties that are a must.  For these
just do what you have to.  If we can't buy them directly, we will just have
to buy them indirectly, like credit cards, get customers to transfer
outstanding balances from others to them.  They would need a small Calgary
office, which ACan Energy will arrange.

The manager suggest he call the appropriate vp's at the different banks
telling them Zurich had directed him to invest in Alberta farm loans and
they had selected this geographic area as a place to start.  It was not our
intent to try and mussel in on their retail business, we are to small, no
interest in that, lets talk.  They will because the P and NG, including
Oilsand development business in Alberta, along with new home construction
is very strong, extremely high demand.  The ranch & farm side is high in
demand but greater in risk, at least right now.  He was sure he could
convince the others that we were looking very long term and since our
shares are not traded on the market, quarterly profits or market price is
less of a concern, implementing the long term plan was.

Stan and I looked out of our condo window viewing the CN tower, brightly
lit against the darkling sky.  "Shall we go up in it tomorrow?"

"Sure bro but I thought you though towers were dumb."

"Sure they are.  Just sticking a broadcast tower on top of a revolving
restaurant and selling tickets may be good business but it is dumb.  This
one does offer a reasonably good view, so lets give you a chance to enjoy
that.  Just don't bother to eat in the place.  Tower food is just that and
nothing special."  I have been up that thing with every brother that has
come to Toronto so far, why should Stan be any different.  Toronto offers
good eating, good entertainment, the Royal Ontario Museum, the Ontario
Science Center, and lots more.  If we do a few on each trip it would keep
their interest up.  NBA, NHL and Major League Baseball is also available
for those interested.  I had two tickets for a "Bear Naked Ladies" concert
on Saturday Night.

In Toronto we own two condo-apartments.  They are side by side on the 25th
floor of a large lake shore complex not to far from downtown.  We do not
keep a car in Toronto, most often Herman arranges for a limo service, when
we need one.  Public Transit in TO., sometimes called Hog Town, is quite
good and we can walk to the office if the weather is reasonable.  Just as
we were about to head out, Frans called to invite us to his home for dinner
on Sat.  Now I enjoy his company and that of his family.  So I wanted to
accept but we had those tickets, which were purchased at considerable
expense.  They are very good seats.  Then it struck me that one of our
neighbors has a 15 or 16 year old daughter.  A nice looking girl.  I did
not know her name or even her families name, only they lived a few floors
below us.

Our Toronto house keeper is Mrs. Schenchez, she does our two apartments and
that of this girl's family.  She introduced me to her on one occasion, some
months back.

"What was that all about Stan asked?"

"Oh that was Frans inviting us to dinner tomorrow evening, want to go?"  I
knew, if given a choice of concert or dinner with stuffy adults, the
concert would win hands down.  Stan I was sure liked Frans and his family
but he is 17 and much more into concerts, girls, sports and boys, than
dinner with them.

"I, uh, well don't we have BNL tickets for 8 pm?"

"Yes and you are under no pressure to give up your concert to have a
dinner, that you could have on your next visit."

"Thanks bro but what about you, I like the BNL but don't want to go alone?"

"Well you could ask Herman, Ed, or Johan."

"But we only have one ticket and I don't want to choose."  Smart kid, I
thought.

"What if you had a date?"

"A date, boy or girl?  That sounds awesome."

"A girl, she is about 16 and as I recall, sharp."

"And just how do you know any sharp young ladies?"

"I have my ways." waving my finger in the air, as I said it.

"Her name and the usual other data please, wouldn't have a photograph would
you?"

"Don't press you luck, by the way don't you have some homework to do?"  He
did not answer that one.  I called Mrs. Schenchez and asked her about the
young lady, explaining why.  Then I called her parents, introduced myself
and explained to them.  We were immediately invited down to the 22nd. to
meet.  Mrs. Schenchez made sure we had lots of food in the house, so we did
not need to go out.  LIke our other houses, lots of frozen meals from high
quality eating establishments.  She also made sure each of the boys had a
selection of teen acceptable clothing, as well as business suits ready.

"Ok kid get ready, we are to be inspected in 20 minutes."

"Inspected?"

"Yes, we are invited for coffee at the Roasens' on the 22nd, her name is
Sophia.  From the giggling on the phone I suspect Mrs. Schenchez has shown
her your picture already.  If you pass inspection, both hers and her
parents, you may have that date."

"My picture, no picture of me here?"

"No, that is not correct."  I pointed to the large portrait of us that
Trevor had made up for Klass.

"That's not me that's us, how would she even know which one is me?"

"Hay were are all handsome, besides you are not asking her to sleep with
you, just share your VIP balcony seat, at the concert."  I had to move fast
to avoid the "love tap" Stan sent in my direction.  These boys are
sensitive, aren't they?

We dressed in modern casual, I grabbed the picture and informed Herman of
our brief outing, then headed down three floors.  The Roasens were very
nice people, in their early 40's I guessed.  He is a lawyer and she is a
stock broker.  Sophia is a student musician.  It turned out Stan was in
luck, as Sophia's planned evening, had just that afternoon been canceled,
her girlfriend had come down with some bug or another and she liked the
BNL.  Each family gave the usual introductory and background information.
Sophia played the piano, she was surprised when I told her I did too and
Stan owned up to the violin.  That gave them a chance to leave the living
room, inspecting the piano and do some teen to teen communication.  I joked
a bit about children raising children.  They were very much impressed with
the boys, taking Stan as representative, which he is.

Not wanting to take up their entire evening and knowing Stan did have some
homework, we took our leave.  Herman would arrange for the limo to and from
the concert.

"Hum, she is a sharp one, didn't I tell you?"

"Yes, and yes."

"I hope she put a little lead in your pencil."  I said, as I slowly drew my
hand across the kid's tight bubble butt.

"How about yours bro?"  Stan's hand cupped my manhood giving it a gentle
squeeze.  We both began laughing so had we could not exit the elevator.

After we ate dinner Ed, Johan, Herman and I played several rubbers of
bridge while Stan hit the books.  Ed and Johan were camped in the other
apartment.

My brothers know how to wake me up in the morning.  My mind began to come
to life with Stan kissing the back of my neck and pressing his rock hard
cock between by butt cheeks.  He continued to press his smooth hard body
against my back letting his hands roam over me.  I reached for the condoms
and lube handing them to Stan.  He prepared himself and my anus, then
lifting my left leg pressed his cock home sliding across my prostrate with
every deep long stroke until we both ejaculated.  God what a way to wake
up.  Stan's arms wrapped around my body, his heat and smooth feel pressing
against me our contours matching.  That long cock filling my empty ass.
What a mess in the bed.  Mrs. Schenchez would be stopping in this morning
to check on us, so we needed a shower and do a quick tidy up.

She was most impressed and delighted in learning Stan had a date with
Sophia.  The Roasens and us are her only clients and she looks after all of
us, both families, even gray hairs like Klass, as her children.  Our
Chicago, Bern and Toronto condos are used infrequently enough that the
housekeeper's job is part time.  That gives them a chance to have another
client or two.  Most weeks she has little to do at our places so she is
quite willing to come in on Saturday mornings, once or at most twice a
month, now that the boys are coming with us.  Both the pilots and Herman
are like me and the brothers, we more or less pick up after ourselves, and
clean up the kitchen when we use it.  It was her sharp eyes that saw the
condo next to us for sale last year.  Herman, Ed and Johan sure appreciate
the added space and the pilots like not having to say in a hotel, as they
do in Chicago.

We are very fortunate to have the quality of housekeepers we have.  They
all take care of us like surrogate mothers.  I know Helga communicates with
all of them on a regular basis.  In the boy's bedroom closet Mrs. Schenchez
had all the drawers labeled, each with one of their names.  She placed
their names inside of all our clothing too.  Handing in the closet are
jackets, suits, sports coats and dress shirts again each in a plastic
clothing bags with names.  If someone's size changed, mostly Ziggy and
Drew's, things were replaced or altered by a near by tailor.  Everything is
in style, and as much as possible in the boys favorite colors.  The
brothers always found their favorite drinks, snacks and meals in good
supply.

Stan, Herman and I want down to the pool for a quick swim and then off to
see some sights.  Stan wanted to do the CN Tower first, so we gave him a
little ribbing about its shape and size, relative to his own phallus.