Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 23:52:09 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 89, GM College, High School

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Chapter Eighty Nine – Treg and Kelvin

I opened my eyes to see Rick watching me, while his fingers played with my
hair.  I looked into Rick's beautiful blue eyes, and smiled.  His smiling
face showed his happiness and contentment.  I'm glad we had worked out our
differences last night.  There had been some intense moments, as we both
expressed our feelings.  But, we managed to get all of our cards out on the
table, and we found that we agreed on almost everything.  We both felt that
our partner had heard our point of view, and understood why we felt way we
did.  More importantly, we agreed to the ground rules we would use for
working out any future problems, and promised each other to always give our
soul mate the benefit of a doubt.  Of course, we sealed our renewed
commitment to each other in a very physical way!  In fact, we enjoyed each
other most of the night!  Just thinking about it started things stirring
below.

"Good morning, Babe," I said.  I kissed him, and Rick pulled me closer to
him.  I felt Rick's steel pole against my stomach.  I grinned, and said,
"It seems like you're ready for a repeat performance of last night!"

Rick didn't answer me, but put his thoughts into actions.  I love waking up
to great sex in the morning!

*** ***

Later, I looked deeply into Rick's eyes.  "I'm so glad I found a man who
loves to have sex, as often as I do."

Rick grinned, broadly.  "I'm only too happy to be of service.  You know
that I can't have you looking for sex with other guys."  He ran his fingers
through my hair, and kissed me.

I laughed, and said, "There is no one that can compare to your sexual
prowess, Rick!"  I placed my hand on his cheek, looking intently into his
eyes.  "You are so wonderful to me."

Rick kissed me again, then said, "Are we ready to get showered, and ready
for the day?"

I responded, with a mischievous grin.  "Yes, if you think you can better
your performance in the shower."

Rick rolled his eyes, and groaned, "You are a sex-crazed man."

"If you aren't up for it, I think I can manage to take care of you, this
time," I said, laughing.

Rick smiled, stroking my already erect cock, and said, "Come on, then, show
me your stuff."

"Gladly," I responded, and helped Rick to his feet.  I led him to the en
suite, and turned on the water in the shower.  I pulled Rick into the
shower with me, and began my assault!

*** ***

We dressed in our favorite khaki cargo shorts, white sleeveless muscle
shirts, and cross-trainers.  We had spent enough time in the sun that we
both had healthy tans that really popped against the bright white of our
shirts.  Rick's hair was just getting long enough that he could use hair
gel to style it.  He looked so `hot' standing next to me, as we looked at
ourselves over in the mirror.

Rick stood behind me, and put his arms around my waist.  "We look pretty
good.  Don't you agree?"

"Yes, I do," I replied, with a wide grin.

"Let's grab breakfast, then we can walk over to catch the Whirlpool Jet
Boat tour," Rick said.

He took my hand, and we left our room.  We ate quickly and made our way
outside.  The day was bright and sunny with the temperature hovering around
25 C. (77 F.).  There was a light breeze coming off of the lake that
ruffled my hair, as we walked hand and hand toward the boat dock.  We
arrived 45 minutes before our tour, as requested, and joined our fellow
tourists for an orientation meeting, and photo shoot.  We stored our shoes
and valuables in a locker, and donned the gear provided to us (ponchos,
life jackets, shoes, etc.).  We climbed aboard and, started our tour.



I sat next to Rick who gave me a quick kiss, before we started out.  We
started down the Niagara River toward Niagara Falls.  Our tour guide
explained the geology and history of the river, as we went.  We got totally
drenched!  The air wasn't as filled with mist, as when we were under the
falls on "The Maid of the Mist," however, it was much more fun.  It was
like being on a log flume, where you hit the water at the bottom of the
slide, and practically drown from the wave of water that hits you in the
face, especially if you are in the front seat.  Of course, Rick picked the
front row, so we got it every time we hit a wave.

When we returned, we changed back into our regular shoes, and returned
their equipment.

We walked back to the Charles Inn, hand in hand.  We couldn't have been
happier.  Once we reached the Inn, we found a message waiting for us.  Rick
read the note out loud, "Your massage has been scheduled for 2 PM this
afternoon."  He grinned at me, and said, "We're going to learn how to give
each other a massage."

"I think I already know how to give you a good massage, but I'm always
willing to learn new techniques," I said, giving Rick a provocative look.

Rick laughed.  "I can't wait!"

"Let's take a picnic lunch to Fort George," I said.  "We can tour the old
fort, and eat lunch."

Rick said, "That sounds like a great idea.  You told me all about going
there last summer, and I wanted to be there with you so badly."



					Fort George

"Let's ask the front desk if they could arrange for a picnic lunch for us,"
I said, excitedly.

We approached the front desk.  I asked, "Is there any way we could get a
picnic lunch put together?"

"Yes, I can arrange to have a picnic lunch delivered to the front desk in
about an hour.  Here's the menu," he said, handing me a brochure that
outlined several choices of sandwiches, fruit and desserts.  We made our
choices, and returned to our room to relax, while we waited.

The room had been cleaned, while we were out.  We stripped out of our damp
clothes; and pulled back the coverlet, and got into the bed.  Rick pulled
me close, and kissed me gently on the lips.  He looked deeply into my eyes,
and said, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied.  "I love showing you around one of my most
favorite places on earth.  Our family has come here every summer, since
before I was born.  Aunt Hannah and Uncle Carl's home is like a second home
to me, since we spent so much time there."

Rick said, "St. Catharines is a really nice place.  It nice and quiet, but
yet it is close enough to the big city that you can have that, too."

I looked into Rick's eyes, and asked, "Can we go to a dance club in
Toronto, tonight?"

Rick responded, "Yes, I think I can handle that now that you seem to be
rested.  I didn't want you to go last time you asked, because you had just
come home from the hospital, remember?"

I nodded my head.  "Yes, I do.  I have heard a lot of good things about
Zipperz/Cellblock."

"Okay, let's plan dinner and dancing in Toronto, then," Rick said smiling,
at my excitement.

"I want to get you out on the dance floor, Rick.  I learned a few new dance
moves from Zach and Todd the last time we went out dancing," I said,
practically bouncing up and down with enthusiasm.

We heard the room phone ring.  Rick got up to answer it, "Hello."

"Sir, your picnic lunch is ready.  You can pick up at the front desk, when
you are ready," the gentleman informed Rick.

"Thank you.  We'll be right down," Rick said.  He hung up the phone, and
turned to me.  "It is time to go, Glenn."

When I didn't' get up, Rick came over, and started to tickle me.  "If you
won't get up, you will have to endure my tickle torture," Rick said,
laughing, as I tried to roll away from him; but he climbed on top of me,
and tickled me, until I was crying from laughing so hard.

I gasped, "Stop...my sides...are starting...to hurt!"

Rick laughed, and said, "I'm not stopping, because you haven't surrendered
yet!"

I immediately said, "I surrender."

Rick stopped tickling me.  He leaned down, and kissed me.  He wrapped his
arms around me, and rolled with me, until I was lying on top of him.  I
cupped his head between my hands, and kissed him passionately.  When we
surfaced for air, Rick asked, with an inviting grin, "Do you want to eat
our picnic indoors, or do you still want to go to Fort George?"

"I want to do both," I replied, as I kissed him again.

Rick laughed, and said, "I think you are too horny to take out in public!"

"It's your fault, Mr. Lernier, not mine!" I exclaimed.  I held his head
between my hands, and kissed him even more passionately.  I love the feel
of my man under me.  The fact that we were fully clothed (minus shoes, of
course) made it that much more sensual.  Rick was definitely aroused!

I released his lips, and looked into Rick's eyes, as I grinned,
mischievously.  "I think we should go eat our lunch now."

Before Rick could react, I rolled off of him.  I jumped up off the bed, and
grabbed my shoes.  I headed toward the door, laughing, as Rick's look of
surprise turned to one of determination.  He sprang out of bed, and said,
"No, you don't.  You aren't leaving me in this state."

I grinned, and stuck my tongue out at him, pulling the door open.  I was
half way out the door, when Rick caught me around the waist, and lifted me
off my feet.  I love how physical Rick can get, when he wants to be!

"I've got you, Babe.  You're not escaping me that easily," he said, as he
brought me back inside, and shut the door with his foot.  He set me down,
but didn't release me.

I laughed, dropped my shoes to the floor, and turned around in his arms to
face him.  I looked into his eyes, and said, "I don't want you to overdo
it, old man!  I want you to be able to take care of business tonight.
You're so much older than I am, I didn't want to cause you to have a heart
attack, or something.  It would be a shame if you couldn't get it up,
because you're all worn out from too much sex!"

 Rick scowled at me, and growled, "Do you think you are funny?"

I gave him my most innocent "who me?" look, and said, "Me?  Funny?"  I put
my arms around his neck, and nibbled on his ear.  I whispered in his ear,
"Actually, I'm totally enjoying myself."  I pulled back, and looked him in
the eyes, giving him a lecherous grin.

Rick slowly smiled, as he said, "Just for that I will make you beg me to
fuck you, tonight."

I looked contrite, and said, in an obsequious voice, "Oh, please fuck me,
Mr. Lernier, I beg of you, please fuck me, until I can't walk straight."  I
batted my eyelashes at Rick, then kissed him passionately on the lips.

Pulling back so I could see his eyes, I said, "I love you."

Rick grinned, "I know, but I think you're right.  Let's wait until tonight,
because I'm getting hungry."  He released me, and picked up our shoes,
handing me mine.  We put them on, and headed down to the lobby to pick up
our picnic lunch at the front desk.  Rick paid for it, and I grabbed
backpack with the picnic lunch, as we left the inn.  Rick tousled my hair,
as walked down the sidewalk.  I looked over at him, and he smiled at me.
He looked very happy and carefree.

We decided to drive over to Fort George, so we jumped into our car, and
drove the short distance to the fort.  We sat on the grass near the parking
lot, and ate our lunch.  It was delicious.  We threw the empty backpack
into the back of the car, then toured the fort.

"We used to come here every summer.  It is such a great place to explore,"
I said.

"There is a lot of history here," Rick commented.

We walked around the grounds, and enjoyed being with each other.  We
climbed up on the ramparts to look out over river.  Rick said, "This
reminds me of Fort McHenry in Baltimore, Maryland.  The British tried to
invade Baltimore during the War of 1812."

"I've never been there," I said.

"I'll have to take you there, sometime," Rick said.

We joined a tour group, and listened to a docent, dressed in period
costume, explain about the buildings and their functions.  Then, we watched
the 41st Fife and Drum Corps march and play, giving us a demonstration of
what it was like to see them marching, as they would have when they went to
war during that era.

When Rick heard that the United States had captured the fort to launch an
invasion of Upper Canada during the War of 1812, he grinned, and said, "I
knew we invaded Mexico several times, but I never knew we had invaded
Canada, as well."

"That's because you guys can be so aggressive sometimes," I said, punching
Rick in the shoulder.

Rick grinned.  He grabbed me, and picked me up off my feet, then sat me
back down.  He asked, "Whatever gave you that idea?"

I laughed, and said, "Oh, I don't know, maybe it's the rough, raw sex we
have, sometimes."  I kissed him, and enjoyed hearing the gasps of some of
the people in our little tour group.  I didn't care what they thought.  I
loved my guy, and had a right to show it

Rick looked at his watch, and said, "We need to go.  We have 15 minutes to
get to our massage appointment."

We jumped into the Land Rover, and drove to The Shaw Spa.  Rick parked the
car.  We got out, and entered the building.  We were greeted by a
receptionist, who checked off our names on a list that she had in front of
her.  She led us back to the massage room, where our masseur waited for us.

I looked at the handsome young man, in surprise.  I looked into his eyes,
and recognized the same vivid green eyes I had seen in the ambulance.  Only
this time, he was clad in a white tight-fitting muscle shirt and black
shorts that clung to him in all the right places.  His dark brown curly
hair was held back from his face with a blue sweat band.  This time, I
noticed how well built he was.  The dark hair on his arms and legs only
served to emphasize his tan.  He saw my appraising look, and smiled,
"Hello, Glenn."

Rick raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Who is he?"

I replied, "This is the paramedic that rode with me in the ambulance."

"My name is Treg Warrick," Treg said, introducing himself to us.  He shook
our hands.  "I'm a paramedic, but I also work as a masseur to supplement my
income.  I work here on my days off from working with the ambulance crew."

"Why are you working two jobs?" I asked.

"I'm trying to earn enough money, so I can attend the university.  My
parents don't have enough money to send me; so, I'm trying to save as much
as I can," Treg said.

Rick smiled, "We're here for you to teach us how to give each other a
massage."

Treg said, "You can get undressed behind that screen over there.  There is
a locker there, for your use.  Please wrap yourselves in a fresh towel.
Then, I need you to climb up on these tables, and make yourselves
comfortable."

I gave Treg an appraising look, and said, "Do we have to go back there, or
can we disrobe right here."

Treg looked doubtful, and said, "I'm supposed to have you get undressed
behind the screens."  He paused for moment, then smiled.  "But if you won't
tell the management, I guess you can get undressed out here.  Just let me
lock the door first."

He stepped over to the door, and locked it.  He turned back to us, and
asked, "Are you two a couple?"

Rick put his arms around me, and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my
mouth.  He turned to Treg.  "Does that answer your question?"

Treg's smile grew broader.  "Yes, it does.  I'm gay, as well.  I hoped you
were gay, because it makes it much easier for me.  I have to try to hide
the fact that I'm gay, when I give straight guys a massage.  They get kind
of upset, when they see how turned on I get, as I massage their muscles."

I laughed, and said, "We don't mind if you show off for us."

Rick agreed, "You're certainly welcome to get comfortable."

We quickly stripped out of our clothes, as Treg watched us.  Treg's happy
grin showed us that we had a very appreciative audience.  Rick and I looked
at each other, and silently agreed to show off for Treg.  We started
goofing around, posing for him.

Rick asked, "Okay, which one of us is the best looking?"

Treg didn't respond, being mesmerized by the sight of two good looking guys
showing off for him.  Rick repeated his question, and waved his hand in
front of Treg's face.

Treg responded, as if in a trance, "I can't decide.  You are both so
beautiful."

We looked at each other, then back to Treg.  We advanced on Treg, whose
eyes grew as big as saucers, as he realized what we meant to do.  We
started kissing him, and running our hands all over his body.  He moaned
with pleasure.  He closed his eyes, as we pulled his shirt over his head.
He opened his eyes, and stared directly into my eyes, and said, in a husky
voice, "I have always dreamed of being with a guy, and, now, I have two of
you making me so horny."

Rick wrapped his arms around Treg's waist from behind him, nibbling on his
ears and neck, while I hugged him from the front.  I kissed him, and played
with his nipples.  I ground my groin against Treg, feeling his hardness
through the fabric of his shorts.  Suddenly, Treg went stiff, and filled
his shorts with his jizz.  He collapsed in our arms.

We walked him over to one of the tables, and sat him down.  Treg looked up
at us in wide-eyed wonder.  "You guys are totally awesome!"

I grinned.  "We thought you would enjoy that.  Now, it is your turn to show
us how to properly massage each other."

Treg stripped off his shorts and briefs.  I looked him over, and said, "You
have a nice package there, as well, Treg."

Treg blushed.  "I've never been with a guy, before today.  I have always
wanted to, but never had the courage to do it."

Rick said, "We won't go any further with you, because we are in a closed
relationship; but we do enjoy playing around with other guys, from time to
time."

Treg nodded his head in understanding.  "I can tell you two are very much
in love by how you look at each other.  I wondered why you were willing to
have a make out session with me."

Rick said, "This is only the second time we have ever made out with another
guy, since we became a couple."

"The first time was with my cousin, Keith.  Keith is married now; so we
haven't done anything like this, since that first time," I said.

"Then, why did you make an exception for me?" Treg asked, looking confused.

Rick answered, "Because we both feel a special connection to you.  Glenn
said he felt connected to you, somehow, when you were in the ambulance.  I
felt it here, as we talked."

Treg looked from one to the other of us.  "Thank you for sharing with me.
I'm not sure how to react to you, now."

"How about you show us how to give a massage, then we can talk," Rick said.

Treg nodded, and got up.  He said, "Please lie down on your stomach, Rick,
and I will show Glenn how to give you a massage, then you can switch
places."

Treg said, "You position yourself like this."  Treg showed me, and moved
out of the way.  "Okay, you do it."

I moved into the same position that Treg had shown me, and started
massaging Rick's shoulders.  The session continued, with Treg showing me
the correct positions to take and the proper methods to use to massage
Rick's muscles.  We finished giving Rick his massage, and we switched
places.  Treg repeated his instructions for Rick.

When we were finished, Rick was very hard, and I could see he had blue
balls.  I asked Treg, "Do you mind if we have sex in here?"

Treg's eyes bugged out of his head.  He stammered, "No...no, I don't mind."

I looked up at Rick, who grinned and said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, please," I said.

Rick proceeded to make me his.  The fact that we were being watched really
turned me on, and seemed to heighten the experience.  (Now, don't go off
thinking we like to be watched having sex, because we don't; but this
specific situation was an exception!)

Rick collapsed on top of me after reaching his climax.  We lay together
like that for a few minutes when we heard, rather than saw, Treg shoot his
load again.  I looked over to see Treg's cum hit him in the face, as he
kept pumping up and down on his cock.

Treg had that glazed look that comes after the wonderful release of so much
sexual tension.  Rick lifted himself off of me, and reached down to help me
up.  "Is there a place to shower?"

Treg didn't respond, until Rick touched his arm, and repeated his question.
Treg answered, "Yes, there is one through that door.  Do you mind if I join
you?"

Rick grinned.  "Sure."

We all got in the shower, and helped clean each other up.  We finished
showering, and dried each other off.  We got dressed, as did Treg.  I
looked at Rick, and asked, "Would you mind taking Treg with us tonight?"

Rick laughed.  "I knew you were going to ask that question.  Yes, he can
come if he wishes to go."

Treg looked at us, and asked, "Go where?"

I said, "We're going into Toronto to Zipperz/Cellblock to go dancing.
You're welcome to join us, if you want to go."

Treg said, "I would like to go, but I can't leave until later.  Let me call
my friend, Kelvin; and ask if he wants to drive over with me, so my parents
won't freak out."

I looked at Treg, in surprise.  "Does Kelvin work at a music store called
Thorold?"

It was Treg's turn to be surprised.  "Yes, he does.  How do you know that?"

We explained how we met Kelvin.  Treg smiled, and said, "He is gay, too.
We have been friends, since grade school."

Rick suggested, "Call Kelvin and invite him to join us.  We plan to leave
between six and seven.  We'll catch dinner, somewhere, then go to the club
afterward."

Treg said, "That sounds great!  I'll call him right now."  Treg pulled out
his cell, and called his friend.  He explained the plan to Kelvin, who
readily agreed to go with us.  Treg hung up, and turned to us.  "Thank you
for inviting us.  Where are you staying? "

"We're at the Charles Inn.  Meet us there, when you're ready.  We can drive
over in our car, so we don't have to take two vehicles," Rick said.

"Cool beans!" Treg exclaimed.

We said our good-byes, and walked back to the hotel.  We entered our room.
We took off our shoes, and sprawled on the bed.  Rick pulled me close, and
wrapped his arms around me.  We soon drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened by my cell phone ringing.  I pulled it from my pocket, and
answered it, "Hello."

"This is Treg.  We're outside in the parking lot," Treg said.

"Come on inside," I said.  "We're in the Newark Room."

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.  I opened it, and let
Kelvin and Treg inside.  Kelvin grinned.  "Hi!  I had hoped you would call,
but I didn't think we would be double dating!  You guys sure had an impact
on Treg.  He came over, and we had a great make out session, before coming
over here.  He has never even let me touch him, before today.  I have you
guys to thank for helping us finally get together."

 Treg nodded his head.  "Kelvin has wanted to be more than friends for
years, but I was too scared to take that next step."  He took Kelvin's
hand.  "I'm just glad Kelvin waited for me."

Kelvin grinned, and said, "You're very lucky Glenn and Rick are a couple,
because, if they weren't, I would be throwing myself at them right now."

Treg blushed, as he remembered what had happened earlier in the day.  Rick
laughed, and said, "Treg knows what it's like to have two awesomely
handsome guys decide they want to have a make out session with him."

"That's because Treg is truly a stud, and needed our attention today," I
said, with a grin.  I punched Treg in the arm.

Treg grinned, then asked, "You guys aren't going dancing dressed like that
are you?"

"No, we just woke up, and still need to change," Rick said.  "You don't
mind if we get dressed do you?"

Treg grinned, and said, "No, we don't mind.  I want Kelvin to see how great
you guys look."

I laughed, and said, "Okay!  Let's give the boys a show!"

We both stripped out of our clothes, and posed for them.  Kelvin's eyes
were plenty big, by the time we were done.  He asked, "And you guys made
out with Treg?"

"Yes, we did," I responded.

Rick smiled, "You will have to wait, until we are the dance floor, Kelvin.
I think we can help you out."

Kelvin didn't get it at first; but, as he thought about it, a big grin
crossed his face.  "I can't wait."

We got dressed to go dancing.  We decided to wear our tightest fitting
jeans and bright white muscle shirts.  I looked Rick over, and nodded
approvingly.  His package was slightly visible, and his jeans hugged him
really well everywhere else.  Rick smiled, and asked, "Do I pass?"

All three of us said, "Yes!" at the same time.  We looked at each other,
and laughed.  Rick looked me over, and pulled me into his embrace for a
kiss.  I wore the same outfit, as he did; so I must be okay, since he
kissed me.  "You look great!"

We left our room, and went to find our car.  We climbed in, and Rick asked,
"Where are we going to eat?"

Kelvin suggested, "How about the Harbour Sports Grille?  They have good
food, and it's not too far from the dance club."

"Sounds like a great idea," Rick said.  He turned the key in the ignition,
and pulled out onto the street.  As we travelled around the lake towards
Toronto, we got to know Treg and Kelvin.

I asked, "Treg, why did you decide to become a paramedic?"

"I started out working with the local fire department, on a volunteer
basis, when I was 16.  I liked helping them out, and the guys started to
teach me a lot about emergency medical stuff.  I, eventually, took the
training to become an EMT.  Later, the fire department paid for me to
become trained as a paramedic.  I like doing the job, but I want to
eventually become a medical doctor, but medical school is so expensive,"
Treg replied.

I replied, "That is really cool!  I would never become a doctor, or a
nurse, because I pass out at the sight of blood."

Rick laughed, and said, "Glenn is such a wimp, when it comes to needles!"

"I am not a wimp," I protested.

"Then, why did you faint, when they drew your blood when we got tested for
HIV?" Rick asked.

"I didn't faint!  I passed out!" I exclaimed.

"What the difference?  You ended up on the floor, totally unconscious from
the sight of someone drawing your blood!" Rick responded.

"There is a difference!  I just don't know what it is," I said, laughing.

Rick nodded his head.  "That's because there isn't any difference.  And not
only that, Glenn is just as bad about needles!  He faints dead away at the
mere sight of a syringe!"

"I do not, at least, not anymore!" I declared, in protest.

"But you have to admit that when we first met, you had a phobia about
needles," Rick said, quickly glancing at me as he drove.

"I will admit I was scared of needles, emphasis on WAS!" I replied,
defensively.

Kelvin said, "It's okay, Glenn.  I am scared of needles, too.  That is why
I started working at the music store.  I play the guitar, and I get to
teach guitar lessons, as part of a package deal when someone purchases a
new guitar.  I love music.  I play bass guitar for a local rock band.  I
wish there some way to make better money at making music.  I don't make
much money playing nightclubs with the band."

"Do you have any plans to go to college," I asked.

"No, I'm not the studious kind of guy.  Academic ability is not one of my
strong points," Kelvin said.

Treg laughed, and said, "Kelvin barely graduated from high school."

"That's true," Kelvin said.  "Once I got out, I never looked back."

Treg asked, "What are you guys studying at the university?"

"I'm studying mechanical engineering, and Glenn just changed his major from
mechanical engineering to music," Rick said.

Kelvin said, "I knew Glenn played the piano.  There aren't many people who
can play that concerto.  Your mom was pretty amazing, Glenn."

"Yes, Mom is pretty good on the piano and the violin.  She started teaching
me to play both instruments, when I was about 2 years old.  My first violin
was really tiny.  It looks like a toy, rather than a musical instrument," I
said, laughing.

"Do you still have it?" Treg asked.

"Yes, I do.  In fact, I still have all of the violins I have ever owned," I
said.

Treg asked, "Do you two plan to get married?"

I looked over at Rick, before answering Treg's question, "We have discussed
it, but we have to wait, until Rick gets out of the United States Marine
Corps."

Kelvin looked at me in amazement.  "How did you manage to snag a military
guy from the United States?"

I laughed, and replied, "I used my good looks and charm to seduce him."

Rick snorted, "No.  That is not how it happened.  Glenn practically jumped
in bed with me the first time we met!"

"That is not true, either, sweetheart," I said, rubbing the inside of
Rick's thigh.  I related our story to them.  When I finished, I said, "When
Rick came back from active duty, we went home to see my parents.  Then, we
came to Toronto for my cousin's wedding.  Now, we're relaxing and enjoying
being with family."

Rick asked, "How do we get to the restaurant?"

Kelvin gave him directions, and we managed to find parking not very far
from the restaurant.  We had a nice meal, then we drove to the dance club.
We paid our cover charge; and made our way to the CellBlock, where the
dance floor was already crowded.  I grabbed Rick's hand, and pulled him to
the center of the floor.  Kelvin and Treg followed us.

We started dancing.  I watched Treg dancing with Kelvin, and had to laugh.
Treg was so self-conscious it was almost painful to watch.  I leaned close
to Rick's ear, and shouted over the loud music, "Let's help Treg out!"

Rick looked over at Treg, and nodded his head.  We moved over, and with
Kelvin formed a circle around Treg.  We both ran our hands over Treg's back
on either side of him.  At our touch, his head swiveled back and forth, to
see who was touching him.  When he saw us, he grinned, and gave us the
thumbs up sign.  Kelvin moved closer to him and wrapped his arms around
Treg, and kissed him.

When Kelvin released him, Treg was blushing furiously.  I looked over at
Rick, with a questioning look.  Rick smiled, and nodded.  We each kissed
Treg.  We reformed our ring around him, and continued dancing.  Treg was
smiling from ear to ear, and seemed to relax.  The music came to an end,
and we put our arms around Treg's shoulders, while Kelvin pulled Treg into
his embrace.

Treg looked into Kelvin's eyes.  "I love you, Kelvin."

"I know," Kelvin said.  "That is why I have been willing to wait for you to
decide who you were.  I knew that, eventually, you would figure out that
you were gay, just like me, and that we would become life partners.  I have
loved you for a long time, Treg."

The music began again.  This time it was a slow dance.  Kelvin held Treg,
even closer as they danced.  Rick took me in his arms, and nibbled my ear,
as he danced with me.

 We danced until the club closed.  As we drove back to St. Catharines,
Kelvin and Treg fell asleep in each other's arms in the backseat.  I looked
over at Rick, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Rick glanced at me, and said, "Yes, I'm fine.  Just keep talking to me, so
I don't fall asleep."

"Rick, I want to help Treg with his schooling," I said.

"I figured that you would.  You have a habit of helping out every guy we
manage to befriend," Rick said, with a smile.

"That is true.  I feel like I have been extremely blessed.  As a result, I
feel that I should reach out, and help others," I said.

Rick said, "I agree, but where do you draw the line?  You have to take care
of yourself and your family first."

I nodded my head in agreement.  "You are right, of course.  I don't know
where we should draw the line, between helping everyone who needs help, and
those we should help learn to be self-sufficient."

"So far, we have been very fortunate that you have chosen your friends
wisely.  Each of the guys has been true to his commitments, to do his best
to earn and keep your trust in them.  But, what happens when one of them
tries to rip us off, or steal us blind?" Rick asked.

 "I think we will know who to trust, Rick," I said.

"I don't know, Glenn.  I thought I knew who to trust, and found out I was
wrong," Rick said.

That made me remember Sam's murder at the hands of those he trusted.  I
shuddered to think that it could have been Rick, who was murdered in cold
blood on some military base overseas.  "I guess we need to do a good job of
screening who we invite into our home, and who we trust to be our friends,"
I said.

Rick nodded his head.  "Yes, I think we need to be more cautious.  You
lucked out with Kelvin and Treg.  I think they are both good guys, and seem
like they are trustworthy.  However, we have only known them for a few
hours, Glenn."

"I know.  Let's wait, and see how things go," I said.

We moved on to other topics, and we soon arrived at the Charles Inn.  I
turned around in my seat, and reached into the back to shake the boys
awake.  "We're here."

Kelvin woke up, and rubbed his eyes.  He stretched, then leaned over to
kiss Treg, who was still asleep.  Treg's eye fluttered open, and he looked
into Kelvin's eyes, and said, "I love being kissed."

Kelvin said, "Good.  I intend to keep on kissing you, until I have you in
my bed."

Treg laughed, "Let's go then!"

The two guys climbed out of our car, and stood holding hands, while they
waited for us.  Rick and I gave them a hug.  I said, "You have our cell
numbers.  I expect to hear from both of you."

Treg smiled, and said, "You will definitely hear from me."

"And me," Kelvin said.

We watched as they climbed into Kelvin's car, and left the parking area.
We walked, hand in hand, back to the inn.  We entered our room.  We
stripped down and jumped in bed.  It wasn't long before we were both sound
asleep.

*** ***

The next morning we ate breakfast, then packed up our stuff.  We drove to
Aunt Hannah and Uncle Carl's place, and pulled into the driveway.  Aunt
Hannah came out of the house, and asked, "Did you eat breakfast already?"

"Yes, we did, Aunt Hannah," Rick replied.

"What did you have?" she asked.

"A light continental breakfast," Rick said.

"I thought so.  Come inside, and have a real breakfast," Aunt Hannah said,
with a smile.

We took our things to our room.  We washed our hands, and joined our
parents in the kitchen.  We greeted them with a kiss and a hug.  We sat
down, and Aunt Hannah handed each of us a heaping plateful of pancakes, and
a second plate full of scrambled eggs, sausage and fried potatoes.

While we ate, Dad asked, "Did you do what I asked you to do?"

I nodded my head.  "Yes, Dad.  We worked out our differences, and we are
okay now."

Dad looked over at Rick for confirmation.  Rick said, "Yes, we're good.
Thank you for making the arrangements, and paying for everything.  We
needed the time alone to help us concentrate on fixing what was wrong
between us."

Dad smiled, and said, "Then, it was money well spent."

I said, "Thank you, Dad.  We owe you big time!"

"No, you don't owe me anything.  You owe it to yourselves to make sure your
relationship remains on firm ground.  Don't ever take each other for
granted," Dad said.

Uncle Carl said, "Listen to your Dad, boys.  He knows what he is talking
about.  Your Aunt Hannah and I went through a rough period, right after we
were first married.  I was working two jobs to make ends meet, and spent
very little time with my sweetheart.  We started to grow apart, and I
nearly lost her, due to my own stupidity."  I listened closely, since this
was the first time I had heard about this.  I had assumed that my aunt and
uncle had always had a happy marriage.  Uncle Carl continued, "It took me a
couple of years to earn back her trust."

Aunt Hannah reached over, and took her husband's hand, "Yes, it took a long
time, but it was worth it.  We both learned a lot about being patient with
each other, and how to overlook the other's faults and shortcomings."

"Please tell us what you did, while you were away," Mom requested, with a
smile.

Rick narrated our adventures, while I added in a sentence, or two, to
clarify something he said.  When he finished, Dad looked over at Mom, and
said, "I'm glad our boys figured it out."  He paused, and looked at me,
"Let me guess.  You want to help them go to college."

I blushed, and nodded my head.  Rick smiled, "Yes, he does.  You see,
Glenn, we all know how tender-hearted you are."  Rick put his arm around my
shoulders, "I told him that we need to know more about these two guys.  We
hardly know them."

Uncle Carl said, "Rick is correct to advise you to be cautious with your
money and generosity.  There are too many people in the world, today, who
will be your friend, as long as you spend money on them.  When you are run
dry and have no more cash, they disappear, just as quickly as they came on
the scene."

I was a little frustrated by their statements.  I didn't understand why
they were telling me not to help these guys.  Seeing the look on my face,
Mom said, "Sweetheart, we aren't being critical of you.  We want you to
continue to be whom you are; but, you need to learn to be more discerning
about who you trust.  We don't want you to get hurt."

I protested, "I don't think Treg and Kelvin would take advantage of me."

"They probably wouldn't, but you don't know.  It would be better to do
things the way Grandpa does," Mom said.  "He carefully analyzes the
situation, before he makes his decisions.  To you, it appears he is
spontaneously handing out money to fund this project, or that.  I think you
need to speak with him at length, about how he determines which projects to
fund, and those that are to be avoided."

Dad said, "Glenn, please look at me."  I turned my gaze to meet my father's
eyes.  "Your Grandpa talked to us about your grades, your attitude towards
school, your willingness to work, and who your friends were; before he
offered to pay for your college."

Mom nodded her head in agreement.  "Yes, Grandpa asked me frequently if you
would follow through with your studies, and finish school, if he funded
your education."

Rick asked, "Then, why did he agree to set up things with our friends in
Minneapolis?"

"He hired a private investigator to check out your friends.  He had a
complete background check done.  They talked to everyone they could find
about who your friends were, and what kind of people they were," Mom said.

"Grandpa never said anything to us about checking things out so
thoroughly," I said, a little bit miffed that Grandpa had sent people out
to check out all of my friends.

Dad said, "Don't get angry, Glenn.  Your Grandpa was making sure that they
weren't taking advantage of you, and that they could be trusted to deal
honestly with us, as a family."

My head was spinning with this new information.  I couldn't believe that
Grandpa had done such a thing.  Rick looked at me, and said, "Glenn, its
okay.  Grandpa wasn't spying on you.  You made a request of him to help
your friends.  He didn't all of a sudden decide to pay someone to spy on
you.  Think about it."

I nodded my head, and said, "I guess you are right."

Aunt Hannah said, "That's correct, Glenn.  Listen to us, please.  Be very
careful who you trust."  She smiled, and asked, "Does anyone want pecan
pie?"

I looked at her, in surprise.  "For breakfast?"

"Yes, for breakfast.  And, if you don't want any, that is just fine, too,"
Aunt Hannah said.

I turned to see a big grin on Rick's face.  "I know who wants some," I
said, laughing.

Aunt Hannah handed a large piece of pecan pie to Rick.  "There you go.  I
remembered how much you love pecan pie, Rick."

Uncle Carl said, "I would like a piece of pie, as well, Hannah, dear."  She
handed it to him, and gave him a quick kiss.  He turned to us, and asked,
"Would you boys be interested in going camping and canoeing?"

Rick, looking up from his pecan pie, answered, "Would we be interested in
camping?  Yes, we would."

"Good.  We have made plans to go to the Pukaskwa National Park on Lake
Superior.  We'll go paddling along the coastline from Hattie Cove to
Michipicoten Harbour.  The guide said it could take between 8 to 14 days,
depending on the weather conditions," Uncle Carl said.

Rick asked, "When are we going?"

"Next week.  The six of us will be going along with some friends of ours
from Hamilton," Uncle Carl said.

"That's pretty close to Thunder Bay," I said.  "We could drive back through
Duluth, and down to Minneapolis on our way back to Atlanta."

Rick smiled, "That sounds like a great idea.  We'll have to make sure that
we take all of our stuff with us; so we don't have to come back this way,
after we make our trip on the lake."

Uncle Carl got up, and walked over to the kitchen counter.  He retrieved a
couple of pamphlets.  He opened one, and said, "Here is one estimate of the
distances between points along the way; and, if the weather is good, we
should be able to complete our trip in 8 days.  This other brochure has
different distance estimates."  He handed us the information to look over.
He looked, pointedly at Rick, as he said, "The distances listed are in
kilometers."

"Thank you for reminding me.  I'm still getting used to everything being in
kilometers, here, instead of miles," Rick said, smiling.  He studied the
brochure, before continuing, "This looks fun.  Are we doing it in kayaks,
or canoes?"

Uncle Carl said, "We will be taking canoes.  That will put two of us in
each canoe, along with our camping gear and supplies."

Distance Estimates by Day (in km.)Day 1Hattie CoveFish Harbour28Day 2Fish
HarbourWhite Gravel Beach25Day 3White Gravel Beach North Swallow River17Day
4N Swallow RiverBonamie Cove38Day 5Bonamie CoveGanley Harbour28Day 6Ganley
HarbourTamarack Bay37Day 7Tamarack BayMinnekona Point24Day 8Minnekona
PointMichipicoten River14Total211

We spent the next hour, or so, making our plans for the canoe trip.  My
parents were just as excited as we were to be going on a canoe trip.  Dad
has always been a fan of the outdoors, as is my Mom.  That is the awesome
thing about having great parents like mine – they love doing all the
same things that I do!

The days flew by, as we made our preparations for our trip.  Mom made me
practice the piano concerto for hours.  I protested that I knew it,
already; but my complaints fell on deaf ears.  I know she had my best
interests at heart, but I was sure tired of playing it over, and over, and
over again!  She said I needed to have it so well memorized that I could
play it, without even thinking about it.

I was ever so glad, when the day arrived for us to leave.  Rick and I had
packed all of our gear the night before; except for a few toiletries, and a
change of clothes.  As we left the house, I kissed Rick, and declared, "I
am finally free of Mom's tyranny!"

Rick laughed, and said, "You know that your mother was only getting you
prepared for your concert.  You wouldn't be ready, otherwise."

"I know, but it sure felt like I was chained to that blessed piano!" I
retorted.

I opened the door of the Land Rover, and climbed inside.  Rick got in, and
put the key in the ignition.  He leaned over, and kissed me.  "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied.

Rick started the engine, and backed out of the driveway.  We pulled over to
the side of the road, to wait for my parents and Uncle Carl and Aunt
Hannah.  They soon pulled alongside of us, and Dad shouted through the open
window, "Follow us."

Rick nodded, and pulled in behind Dad's car.  I smiled at the memory of my
Dad going over every detail of the trip with us.  He kept emphasizing the
importance of staying together.  I have to admire Rick's patience with Dad;
because after the third time, I had heard enough, and got up and left Rick
to fend for himself.

Later, Rick asked, accusingly, "Why did you leave me alone with Dad?"

I answered, "Because he was starting to drive me crazy, so I left before I
said something that would have started an argument."

Rick kissed me, and said, seriously, "You owe me big time."

I smiled up at Rick, and said, "How can I ever repay you for your
kindness?"

"Hmmm...let me think...Oh, I know.  You can let me ravage your body, and
have totally awesome sex for the rest of our lives.  Sound good to you?"
Rick asked, giving me a lecherous grin.

I pulled him closer to me.  "I'm more than willing to pay that price."

The memory of what happened next had things moving down below.  Rick looked
over at me, and saw how much I was tenting my shorts.  He laughed, and
said, "Are you thinking about last night?"

I grinned at him, and replied, "Yes.  How did you know?"

"One look at the tent in your shorts told me where your thoughts were,"
Rick said, with a broad smile.

"I love thinking of you fucking me," I said, as I rubbed my hand against
the inside of Rick's thigh.

Rick lifted my hand off of his leg, and said, "You can't do that while I am
driving, Glenn.  I can't concentrate on anything, when you touch me like
that."

I smiled, wickedly, and said, "I know."

Rick grinned, and gave me a quick glance.  "You'll have to be patient,
Glenn.  We have a long ways to go, before we get there."

It took us little over 14 hours to drive the 1190 km. (740 miles) from
St. Catharines to Pukaskwa National Park.  We checked into a hotel for the
night.  The next morning we were up early, and drove into the park, where
we met our guides.  They had the canoes all ready to go.  Uncle Carl's
friends were already there, and we were introduced to them.

Uncle Carl said, "Fran and Jason Hansen, these are my nephews, Glenn and
Rick."

Fran said, "Nice to meet you both.  Carl and Hannah have told us a lot
about you."

Jason said, "All good things, of course."

"Nice to meet you, as well," I replied.

Rick shook their hands, and said, "I'm glad you will be going with us."

The guides introduced themselves to the entire group, "I am Stan Jessup and
this is my son, Chaz.  We're glad you are coming with us on this
expedition."

He explained the itinerary, rules, safety tips, camping guidelines, and
what to do in an emergency.  Then, he demonstrated how to paddle a canoe,
and made sure everyone had the proper equipment – life vest, gloves,
etc.

When he was done checking us out, he said, "Okay, let's get paddling!"

We climbed aboard our canoes, and we started our little odyssey.  The wind
came up for a bit during the day; but, by and large, the first day was
uneventful.  We made camp that night at Fish Harbour, as planned.  Rick and
I slept in our own tent.  We zipped two sleeping bags together, so we could
sleep in each other's arms.  We were so tired after the first day that we
were sound asleep, as soon as we climbed into our sleeping bag.

The next morning we were up early, to find the fire already started.  It
was quite cold.  I pulled on my hoodie sweatshirt, and snuggled next to
Rick for warmth.  Rick put his arms around me, as we warmed ourselves by
the campfire.

Chaz sat down next to us, and asked, "How long have you two been together?"

Rick looked at him, and answered, "It will be two years next month."

"That's great," Chaz said.  "I'm glad that there are some guys, who can
find their soul mates."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

Chaz said, "Too many of my gay friends haven't been able to find that
special someone, who loves them for who they are.  It makes me sad to see
them living such lonely lives."

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"I'm bisexual," Chaz said.  "I like being with both sexes.  Each has its
advantages and disadvantages."

Rick looked at Chaz, and said, "In other words, you are confused about who
you are."

"No, I know who I am, but I don't know which side to land on, when it comes
to finding someone, who will want to spend the rest of their days with me,"
Chaz responded.

"Do you care whether it's a guy, or a girl?" I asked.

Chaz said, "I don't have a preference."

"I hope you find that special someone, soon," I said.

Chaz' dad came out of their tent.  Stan said, "Good morning, guys."

"Good morning," we responded.

"Chaz, do you have breakfast started?" Stan asked.

"Yes, I do," Chaz answered.

"Can we help?" Rick asked.

"Sure," Chaz replied.

We helped him with the camp stoves, and soon we had pancakes, eggs and
bacon ready to be eaten.  The smell of breakfast had everyone up, and out
of their tents.  We ate, and broke camp.  We were soon on our way to our
next camp site.

The rest of the trip went smoothly, except for day four.  A storm rolled
in, and caused us to beach the canoes for a couple of hours, until it blew
over.  When we reached Michipicoten Harbour, we were met by Stan's wife and
brother.  They drove us back to our cars.  We stayed in a local hotel for
the night.

I was so glad to have a hot shower, and a real bed!  We were tired, but
very happy.  I looked into Rick's eyes, and said, "I love you, Babe."

"I love you, Glenn.  I've enjoyed this trip very much.  I'm glad we came,"
Rick said.

"I am, too," I said.  I snuggled closer to him.

Rick asked, "Are you up for having sex?"

I grinned.  "What do you think?"

Rick laughed.  "I thought I would just ask first."

We enjoyed each other, as if we had been apart for weeks!  It is wonderful
to have a partner who loves me like Rick does!

*** ***

Author's Note:

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Fort George - http://www.pc.gc.ca/lhn-nhs/on/fortgeorge/index.aspx

Shaw Spa - http://www.niagarasfinest.com/properties/shawspa/treatments/

Zipperz/Cellblock - http://zipperzcellblock.com/

Pukaskwa National Park -
http://www.pc.gc.ca/eng/pn-np/on/pukaskwa/visit/visit3/03.aspx