I was up at 6:30 and call the school saying I wasn't well and wouldn't be in. I was reminded to bring a written excuse when I returned. I hung up and jumped back into bed and slept for another hour. When I woke I just laid there with a smile and reached under the covers and grabbed my cock and it jumped to attention. I slowly worked my cock and with my other hand I was gently rubbing my balls. The blankets were soon in the way and I kicked them to the floor. I just laid back with my yes closed and kept stroking my cock changing the pace and trying not to shoot. Soon my hand was sticky from precum so I stoped fondling my balls and switched hands. I knew I was close but wanted to put this off as long as possible. While stroking with my left hand I moved my sticky hand to my mouth and rubbed some of the precum on my lips. The taste almost put me over the edge but I managed to lick my hand almost clean. At that point there was no stopping things and I shot a string of cum that almost hit my nipples. There were a lot more spurts and my bellybutton was a lake of cum. I scooped some up and my fingers were dripping cum and I stuck them in my mouth and sucked them clean. I just laid there enjoying what I hoped would be a very relaxing day and this was a great start.
Soon enough it was time to get the day started so nude and covered with cum, I went to the kitchen and put on some coffee and headed for the shower. It was a very long shower and once I was dried off I jumped on the scale and was 221 and in looking in the mirror and I was pleased as the results of football was gone. For the first time I was thinking I needed help with my workout program. I dressed in jeans and my usual crewneck and poured some coffee. I started to think about the day and needed to call VT and set a meeting up with the strength and conditioning coach and that needed to be this weekend. I needed to meet with Mr. Moore, president of Brentwood Saving Bank and I knew that would be a complicated discussion as it was dad's first bank and they were a lot of help. I wanted to control my personal finances and they were less involved in the company as our construction loans were too big for a small community bank. Then there was the haircut and some shopping for clothes, those could happen tonight and possibly I would invite Winnie. Finally, there was the need to get int the single engine plane and go nowhere. Then in the corner I saw the very small box that contained the ashes from Carrie. I smiled and said, ok bitch today is the day. We are going to Nemacolin and you are not eating at Lautrec. The hatred in which I said that even shocked me.
The first call went to the bank and I asked for a meeting with Mr. Moore and once they found out who I was it was easily scheduled for 11:00. The next call went to the airport and I asked for the single engine Cessna be available around 1:00. I debated calling Nemacolin but decided against that as I might not be landing. I could simply toss the bitch out the window. I smiled at that and then took a deep breath and called the VT football office. When the phone was answered, I introduced myself and asked if I could please talk with the strength and conditioning coach. Mike, I'm sorry but he is in the weight room and he is typically there all day. I said thanks and was about to ask for Coach Conn when I was told that every coach will be her for the weekend, as this is a big event. Then I said, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name? Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself but I'm Tony Cooper and will be a Junior wide receiver. Mike, what I can do is leave a note for coach letting him know that you would like to meet. Thanks Tony but why is this such a big deal? Mike you are part of the best recruiting class we have had in a very long time and the entire team has been told to be there. I laughed and said, well I guess I'm on the team as I was told to be here as well. Mike, just a bit of advice, don't let them take the word no out of your vocabulary. As we hung up Tony said Mike, Sean said to say hello. I smiled and said see you Friday.
With that done I needed to use the bathroom and in passing the mirror I thought that I needed to change the color of the crewneck. After the bathroom I selected a light grey shirt and my black leather jacket. Then I remembered the Carrie shit and wasn't taking the ashes in a box. There was no urn, as that would not be appropriate as these were simply ashes from memories. I needed a jar with a lid. It wasn't an easy find and I was about to give up when in the back corner of the pantry I found an empty Heinz pickle jar. It was a larger jar and at one time it held a quart of pickles. Thankfully the jar held all the ashes which were finely ground. I took the box out back dumped it in the fir pit and sprayed it with charcoal lighter and threw in a match. Inside I grabbed the jar and the keys to the Wrangler and drove to the bank, barely on time.
The bank was close and there were only two traffic lights between my place and the bank and I hit both of them red. Parking was easy but I walked into the bank 4 minutes past 11:00. I looked around and there was a guy sitting at a desk, in the open. I approached him and said excuse me, I'm Mike Simmons and I have an appointment with Mr. Moore. The guy smiled and asked Mike, which one as they are both in the office this morning? I shrugged and said, I have no idea. Mike, have a seat and I'll find out. About 5 minutes later the guy returned and asked for me to follow him. I was led up a pair of steps to the second floor and there was a secretary and a couple of offices and a conference room. The secretary smiled and said, good morning Mr. Simmons, Mr. Moore is ready for you and she led me to an office and as the door was open she went in and said Mr. Moore, Mr. Simmons is here. I stepped inside and a heavy set guy about my dad's age stood up and said, good morning, I'm Hobie Moore, Bank President. He was clearly surprised but we shook hands and I said, nice to meet you Mr. Moore, I'm Mike Simmons. We both sat down and I just looked at him and he asked so Mr. Simmons what can we do for you? Well Mr. Moore, Things are gearing up again as the economy is showing signs of life and I have a number of projects about to start and I need to get an understanding of my personal finances. Well Mr.Simmons, you don't need to talk to me about that and I believe your dad would be best suited to provide the understanding you require. Well Mr. Moore it seems to me that I am warehousing a large number of Ben Franklins in your institution and unlike the real Franklin they are sitting there twiddling their thumbs. I haven't asked anything from your bank and you sit there telling me to talk with daddy, really? I was so pissed off that I was calm but there was an eruption brewing.
As soon as I said that Mr. Moore got up closed the door to his office and sat beside me. He smiled and asked can we stop with the Mister shit and just talk, I'm not your enemy. I shrugged and said absolutely. Mike, our dads have a relationship that goes way back and all I know about it is that this bank helped your dad get started. Mike, your accounts were set up in accordance with your Trust by your dad and and his attorney. I believe it was Adam but I don't remember his last name and we haven't seen him in a long time. Mike, those Franklins you referred to are secure and in your name. There is however a limit on the two savings accounts as you need your dad to approve any withdrawals that exceed $20,000. So Hobie, I can withdraw $19,000 as many times as I want? He smiled and said nope, you are limited to one withdrawal every 15 business days. Mike, interestingly enough your dad is under the same restrictions. The two of you together can withdraw or close the account but that involves you both doing that. That's why I asked you to talk with your dad. Mike, those restrictions are in play till you are 21 or have a college degree. I smiled and said Hobie, thanks for the information and I should sell tickets to my next conversation with dad. Hobie, just so you are aware, I will need about 100k and I will have dad's approval and it will be closing the checking account and opening accounts where I have control but most of the other money here will remain here, unless something unexpected occurs. You see I respect that you guys did for dad, early on and I like local businesses. Thanks for your time. We shook hands and I left, totally upset with dad and needing assurances Adam was out of my life both personally and professionally.
I needed coffee and knew there was a coffee shop about a block away. As I walked I thought about the trust and all I had gotten from dad. I really just didn't know why he did all that except that he needed a break. As I walked the block and a half to the coffee thought that dad had every right to protect the money but that was all in investments. The money at the bank was money I had earned. The salary from Technologies and Enterprises along with all the subsidiaries was or should be all mine. This had Adam's hands all over it and it was 50/50 that dad knew. At that point I was pissed at myself for not catching it. It was time for a one on one meeting with dad and in my office and at the desk not the comfortable seating. I ordered a large coffee to go and a bearclaw and started back to the Jeep. That immediately took me to Carrie and the jar full of the ashes of anything I could find. As I got In I thought of Bill and mom and my trip to the outer banks. I had picked a place where the three of had a special moment. All the places where Carrie and I or at least I had a good time were local and I didn't want the memories anywhere I would be a lot. That confirmed my need to fly to Nemacolin and I would let the ashes fly in a place she liked and where I finally dumped her.
It was a quick drive to the airport and I went inside and said no flight plan and it is to Nemacolin and back. I was told that there would be a weather change and I should try to be back by 6:00. I said thanks and went outside and started to do there flight check, which concluded with a manual check of the fuel. In the cabin I put the jar on the other seat and started the check before starting the engine. As I finished the items on the pre-start list I started to laugh as this was really back to the basics and I reminded my self to be careful as there were no backups. Hell I was in the plane alone and with a jar of ashes. There was only one engine. Not only that but I had to do the comms as I usually had JJ do that. I was wondering if they would let me take off. Well my memory kicked in and it was a lot better than it had my reason to be. At any rate I was quickly in the air and followed Route 51 South to US 40 and was just consumed by the flying. I was relaxed and enjoying the flying. Soon enough I was at Uniontown and it was time to turn East and gain altitude as the mountains were there looking gloomy and covered with trees and no leaves. Clearing the mountain was no problem but in the distance I saw Nemacolin and if I was going to land I needed to get that going. I looked at the jar and I surprised my self as I said babe, I not spending one more cent on you. I wasn't going to land and spread those ashes in a place she would like. All she was getting was being dumped here and not near the castle. I flew right past the castle for a couple of minutes trying to figure out where to do this. I needed to turn around so I made a big arc towards the south and as I completed the loop I saw the perfect spot, it was the "cozy condos". It was where people stayed who either could afford rooms in the main building or didn't want all the fuss. I flew over the area and at the end of one of the roads there was a large area where it looked like the road might be extended and more condos would be built. I circled around a couple of time and when I was sure I opened the window, grabbed the jar and dropped it. I didn't hear it hit but knew it exploded once it hit the ground.
I took a deep breath and was surprised that I was sad. Sad because of a waste of a life with great potential. All gone because of the need to take short cuts to get what you wanted. At that moment I swore that if I ever found my self doing that I would simply walk away from it all and move to the Cabin and grow grapes. I found I still had memories of my time with Carrie but they felt different. There was no emotion tied to them. Hell they were like items in a museum or portraits to simply looked at. I smiled as I liked that feeling and knew that it would always be there but have no meaning. I might never figure out how or why this trip and this event mattered, all I knew was that at lease for now it worked. Was it a final victory or was it me punishing her for dumping my memories in a place that she would hate. Then I felt it was simply an ending, something that I had been putting off and once I did love the bitch and I let her hurt me because of that love. Today, I took control away from her and took care to simply end it.
While all this was going on in my head, I knew exactly where I was an was looking forward to getting back home. I actually like flying this simple craft and would make every effort to keep one of these around. I thought about the new Jet and hoped I would like how it looked. All I knew was that it would be silver with dark blue accents and I had let the Major deal with the final design and the tail number. Then I though about the vent at school and Cole was right, I needed to enjoy and celebrate what I had accomplished. It was 8 years of running and lifting and fights with mom about weights at such a young age. I started lifting in 8th grade and dad had paid a trainer. By the time I was in 10th grade I was well developed and undersized. The growth spurt started just before football camp in 10 grade and now I am the perfect build for a D1 linebacker. Now there would be more hard work and a very complicated life and all I could do or say was that it will be what it becomes. The combination of three hours in the air with no phone and no one barking in my headset had me in a great place. I put all that out of my mind and concentrated completely of flying. Flying was so natural to me that I knew there was a chance that it would be too easy and that I would make a mistake. I knew that one mistake could easily be the last thing that I ever did. About 10 mile out I checked in at the airport and the weather was good and I was told to enter the pattern and that I was third in line for landing.
Once I was on the ground and the engine was off I got out and started to secure the plane the ground crew guy said that I shouldn't bother as the Major wanted the planes in a hanger because of the weather. I asked about that and was told 4 to 6 inches and he described it as a Nor'easter. That's a storm that develops in the Gulf of Mexico and moves up the coast. Then I was told a lot of show this evening and night and it should be gone by dawn. I thanked the guy and got in the Wrangler and drove home. As luck would have it dad and I pulled into the driveway at the same time. Dad was out of the car first and there was no avoiding the conversation so I got out. Dad said Mike, you look pretty good for being sick? I shrugged and said it was a day to tend to thing and relax. Dad smiled and asked, so how was the meeting at the bank? Before I could say anything he said, by the look on your face we need to talk. I calmly said correct and it is either now at my place or Monday in my office. It really doesn't matter to me. Dad said Mike, I need to get a few thing and I'll be right up. I shrugged and said, fine.
I went inside and right to my desk and grabbed my copy of the Trust. I tossed it on the loveseat and went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. I sat there trying to calm down. A few minutes dad entered and went directly to the sink and made a drink. He asked I wanted one and I replied nope, flying tomorrow. Dad laughed and asked, are you sure? I simply replied, YES. Then I was surprised as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it and poured some in a glass. Almost immediately Megan appeared with Ashley. I just shook my head but said nothing. Dad handed Megan her wine and me the folder. Megan was seated beside me on the loveseat and dad was on a stool at the counter. I held the folder and asked what is this? Dad simply replied, your Trust. Dad, why would I need that? I have a copy and a fantastic memory. If you are telling me my copy and your copy is different we have a problem that will not likely ever be resolved. Megan, calmly took a sip of wine but said nothing. Dad, when we signed the Trust, you kept the original nd Adam gave me a copy. We both know I hate that fucker so please tell me about Brentwood Bank because when I asked I was told to ask daddy. So daddy enlighten me. Megan just laughed out loud.
Dad took a drink and said Mike, in the Trust you got control of the company and stocks. I wanted you to also have money. I sold some of the stock and but 10k in the checking account and either of us can write a check, I have never looked at that account. The savings account was 190k and yes there were limits on you withdraws. Dad, I understand that but how does money go from my checking account to savings and I can't use it? Mike, it was to go to a separate account. Dad, it did and the first account is at the FDIC insurance and the second one is near that and I have limits. How in the fuck can you do that to me? Dad your money in the Trust is one thing, my money is a different story. Is your buddy Adam involved? Mike, I don't see how as I haven't seen him since he was thrown out of the offices in town.
Dad, I respect the Trust and what we agreed on but I want my money as I have uses for it, so figure it the fuck out. Dad, everyone seems to have a relationship with people at that bank but me. Dad, I'm sure the bank is solid and honest, but I want control of my money and that needs to happen ASAP. Unfortunately that leaves you and Adam. I didn't like Brian but he had Adam's number. You and Adam were never a good mix as you tend not to pay attention. Mike, it isn't Adam. Well dad, that leaves you and old man Moore and like me, his son is pissed. Dad, on Monday I'm closing the checking account and as soon as this shit is resolved I'll be removing my money and the Trust money can stay. Hobie is aware of all this.
There was silence for a moment and said Mike, I have always had your best interests in mind. Sometimes there are mistakes and you are so on top of things it scares me. I couldn't ask for more. What would you say if I signed the withdrawal slip and you take out whatever you feel is appropriate? I just looked but said nothing. Then Megan started to say something and I stopped her by asking, why are you here, this is between dad and I? Mike, I love both of you and you are like a son to me and I was hoping to keep this civil. Sadly, I am not doing well in that area. My legal background lets me understand you concerns but you two have more money than enough. Figure it out and move on, it's sad seeing you two acting like this. Figure it out, fix it and move on. Mike, what do you need the money for? That was so fucking far over the line that I smiled and said Megan, I'm having some friends over for a few beers and bonfire and I thought I would burn some Benjamins. Then I looked at dad and said, we can finish this on Monday at the office and please get me some answers. Then I looked at Megan and said Megan, I'm sorry for that answer but it is none of your business but it is important to me for next year in Virginia. Please let dad and I work this out, this is important. I have been given a lot but I have also given up a lot. Megan shook her head and said you two are too much alike. I smiled and said, I hope not.
Megan looked at dad and said, please take Ashley I'll be along shortly. When we were alone I asked so Megan, why did you come? Dad and I need to work this out alone. She smiled and said, no you don't. Look Mike, I know you are pulling away and you wanting to get control of your money, actually it's about time, but your dad is not the bad guy here. He might not have been paying attention. You are also right about Adam as he used your dad, he never was a good attorney. As for the bank they are good people but the founder is over 90 and needs to stay home. Yes, there is a relationship between the old man and your dad as he helped get the company off the ground when your dad needed to expand or sell. Thankfully it all worked out. I'm sure your dad simply moved the money from checking to savings and didn't check the details. I smiled and said Megan, I get all that but it's time I pay my own bills and have access to the money. I understand the Trust but this shouldn't have been part of it. Megan smiled and said, Mike I agree. Megan I need the money to build the hanger for the jet when I'm at school. I'm paying cash for it as I'm donating it to my Foundation. It will be managed and I will pay rent and there will be room for 2 other planes as there is a need for for hanger space there. The Foundation will or should make money and I get a much needed tax deduction. I picked up the copy of the Trust that dad had brought and said mom, please give this back to dad and tell him I love him. She smiled and said, good night.
I called JJ and he immediately asked if I thought we could still get to VT tomorrow? I laughed and said dude, if the fucking runway is clear and the Jet is here we are definitely going. MJ, what about the weather down there? I laughed and said JJ, your dad will be all over that. What about Kathy? JJ said she is going and I'm betting she won't need a separate room. I laughed and asked why is that? Well we went to the Mall and when I drove her home she had me bark in the street and we started to make out and we were all over each other. I was hard as a rock and she unzipped my pants and was stroking my cock and playing with my cock. MJ, there is no way I can put those boxer briefs in the laundry for mom to wash. I laughed and we'll rest up and I'm thinking we come back Sunday so we can drink some Friday night. He laughed and said goodnight.
I called Winnie and she answered by asking how I was feeling? I laughed and said I had a busy morning and then went for a long flight in the single engine plane. It was great. Oh and I had been collecting things that reminded me of Carrie. I burned them and turned them into fine ashes and put them in a pickle jar found a place she would like, well actually hate as it was where average people stayed at a resort. Then I dropped the jar out the window of the plane at 13,000 feet and drove home and had a fight with dad, Winnie it was a great day. Mick, are you and your dad ok? I laughed and said damn, I thought you would ask bout Carrie. Mick, who is that? Then we both laughed. Mick, what are the plans for tomorrow. Babe if the new Jet come and the snow is over and the runway is clear we are going. Oh, JJ is bringing Kathy. Winnie laughed and said Mick, she is a good fit for JJ and I like her but I'm betting we don't see a lot of them. I said babe, I'll see you in school tomorrow. She laughed and said they cancelled school, you get a very long weekend. The I said good night and I love you. Mick, get some rest and I love you and we hung up.
Thanks for read and for the many comments. I'm recovered and back to normal.
As the holidays approach, think about Nifty when it comes to giving.