Luke replied for us, "No, sir. We are just dressed like this to travel from our hotel. We will be nude for dinner. I don't know if that makes it more casual or more formal?"

The florist sputtered and tried to come up with a response as he stared at Luke's not-quite-covered ass. He clasped his hands and gushed, "Well, that sounds like a delightful evening, doesn't it?"

"I hope so," Luke responded. "Dan is a fitness trainer at the hotel we are staying at. He wants to assess my body to plan a program for me while I'm here for a month."

The shopkeeper laughed, as did the woman behind the counter. "Well, of course, he wants to assess your body. Wait, did you say `Dan' is your dinner host? Dan Archambeau, the masseur?"

I confirmed it was the same person and took credit for suggesting him to Luke.

"I adore Dan," the florist gushed. "He's an absolute sweetheart and as kind as he is handsome. He's been to the shop several times since he moved into the neighborhood, and I've gotten a massage from him three or four times. It's like a blessing from heaven. I simply adore him. I will put together something I think he will like."

"You are very kind, sir," Luke explained, "But I'm afraid this was a last-minute decision, and we haven't much time."

"Nonsense!" insisted the man. "We'll have it two minutes, or my name's not Fletcher the Florist. Megan, Sean! It's an emergency arrangement for Dan. Everyone to your stations!"

Suddenly the shop was buzzing with activity as Fletcher called out orders for supplies and stems. Sean, who appeared from behind a cooler, joined Megan and seemed as eager to do right by Dan as Fletcher.

I looked around the shop and told Luke that almost any one of the arrangements on display would have been perfect. They were gorgeous and elegant but somehow didn't look arranged. They had a nearly sensual languid informality to their construction.

Fletcher lied about taking only two minutes. It was two minutes and thirteen seconds until he appeared, carrying a stunning centerpiece with Megan and Sean a step behind him. He set it on the counter and stepped back.

An antique footed scroll-etched copper canister with a mottled patina held an abundance of white, blush, and pink peonies along with pink roses, tulips, paperwhites, gloriosa, lilac, hyacinth, and ranunculus. This arrangement took languid sensuality to a whole other dimension as clusters of blooms on five cascading levels looked as if they were too exhausted from making love to gather into a unified bouquet.

"Holy shit, Fletcher," I exclaimed. "That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. I'm seriously getting hard looking at that. I may have to kiss you!"

"Me, too," Luke agreed.

"I may have to let you," Fletcher said with a shit-eating grin.

I embraced Fletcher and was surprised to find a hard body under his smock coat and dress slacks. I held his cheek and said, "Seriously, sir, you are a genius, an artist, and a brilliant creator." My voice cracked, and I felt my eyes misting. What the hell?

I touched my lips to his for a few moments, trying to convey respect and admiration for his talent. When we separated, he said, "My name is Tom, by the way. Fletcher the Florist is my professional name. A nom de bloom, if you will."

I smiled and kissed him again. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tom. My name is Quentin Collins."

Tom/Fletcher began to respond when Luke interrupted. "I'm Lukas Vestergaard, his husband. I would like to kiss you now, please."

I admonished him, "You can't keep telling everyone we are husbands. We met only last night at the hotel gym."

Luke stepped in front of Tom but spoke to me. "Well, my love, it feels as if we are husbands. I think we were married in several past lives, except that I don't believe in that."

He was right, of course. Our ease with each other felt like we had been living together for several decades, not several hours.

I moved to Sean, who appeared to be about my age. He had a handsome face and wore black thick-framed glasses. Except for the eyeglasses, he looked like a clone of Mark Goodman, one of the original MTV VJs, down to the cleft chin and thick cascade of black curls draping his shoulders. He probably had no idea who Mark Goodman was.

"May I kiss you, Sean," I asked in a whisper.

He wiped my eyes, which were inexplicably still leaking, and said, "Will you stop crying if I let you?"

"I can't promise," I chuckled.

"You're adorable," he said as he brought his face to mine and initiated the kiss. His lips were thick, soft, warm, and moist. He knew precisely what to do with them, too.

Ten seconds later, we stood apart again, smiling at each other.

"May I kiss your cast-off husband now," Sean asked.

I laughed and told him that's between Luke and him.

Luke kissed Sean somewhat more aggressively than he had kissed Tom. Nobody seemed to be objecting.

In the meantime, Megan returned with tissue paper and smokey grey cellophane and began to wrap the arrangement as she declared with a smile, "I'll save my kisses for my girlfriend, but thanks for offering."

I realized that we had been in the shop for almost ten minutes and should get a move on. I turned to Tom and thrust my personal credit card at him. "Please ring us up so we can get to Dan's on time."

Tom tried to refuse, saying that he didn't want payment. I insisted, explaining that I wanted it to be a gift from Luke and me. If we didn't pay for it, it would be a gift from Tom, leaving Luke and me as delivery boys. I encouraged Tom to give Dan a gift directly, perhaps the next time he scheduled a massage.

"You're right, gentlemen. I shouldn't insinuate myself into your affairs," Tom said apologetically as he began to ring up the arrangement. I stopped him and asked if I could include a tip for Sean and Megan. I am not a sophisticate, but I knew better than to try to tip the owner of a business.

I saw the subtotal on the register's screen blinking $235.84 and tried not to react. I expected it to be about $150, but I hadn't bought flowers in Chicago before, so I had no idea if it was out of line.

I told Tom to add $50 for Sean and Megan to share. I second-guessed myself. "Is that stingy? I want them to feel appreciated, not insulted."

Tom smiled and said, "Any gratuity offered is accepted with gratitude. You are in no way being stingy, my friend."

I thanked him and asked if he had a massage scheduled with Dan. He told me he had one the following Wednesday evening.

"If you show up at his door with something as gorgeous as this, he might spend your entire appointment thanking you in one way or another," I joked. He smirked and fluttered his eyelashes at me.

"I would not object," he said while fanning himself.

I asked Tom if he had an email address as I put my credit card and wallet back into my purse. I told him I would send pictures of Dan's reaction to the arrangement. He gave me a business card and noted that it had the shop's email, Twitter, and Facebook links.

"We encourage our customers to post photos of their happy occasions on our Facebook page," he noted.

I laughed. "I don't think Facebook's filters will allow the kinds of photos I'm going to send. I'll email instead."

Tom laughed and said that he would be monitoring his inbox closely.

Luke approached the counter to retrieve the arrangement, now expertly secured and protected by Megan for its two-block journey. He leaned over, kissed her cheek, and thanked her for her work. She seemed appreciative of the gesture.

I kissed Tom for a few moments and moved on to Sean once more.

"I hope we have another reason to buy flowers while we're in Chicago. I look forward to seeing all of you again," I offered.

Tom opened the door for our exit and responded, "You don't need a pretense to stop by. You can drop in to say hello anytime. No purchase required."

I touched Tom's arm as I left and promised we would make it a point to see him again.

* * *

It was 5:59 when we pressed the button to be buzzed into Dan's apartment building. The four-story building looked like recent construction but used the neighborhood's dominant exterior materials: red brick and limestone entablatures and moldings. The building was wide enough for one apartment but looked deep enough to have two or three units front-to-back. Those lucky enough to be fronting the street on the second, third, and fourth floors had large south-facing porches.

There was an elevator, but we decided to walk to the fourth floor. There was only one door off the small vestibule at the top of the steps. Dan left it open just an inch so we could come in.

As we crested the last flight of stairs, Luke said, "We should strip out here. You go first, and then I'll hand you the flowers so I can." Another perfect idea from my husband.

I only took seconds to remove my purse, shirt, shorts, sneakers, and anklet socks. Luke went even faster since he didn't wear socks. He gestured for me to keep the flowers as he tapped on the door.

"Come on in, gentlemen. Make yourselves at home," Dan called out.

When Dan told me last night that he was working extra shifts as a barista to help pay off student loans, I assumed that his apartment would be rundown and poorly furnished.

We stepped into a sophisticated and modern living room that had to have been put together by a professional interior designer. The floors were wide-plank hardwood stained medium grey, contrasting nicely with the neutral ricepaper textured wallcoverings. One wall was clad in large dark grey porcelain panels, each a single two-foot-wide piece from floor to ceiling.

The room was dominated by a nine-foot Vladimir Kagan Fifth Avenue sofa angled into a 30° V shape. It was covered in dark blue linen. The other furnishings looked almost like a hodgepodge of found pieces in wrought iron, brass, granite, and even rattan. But somehow, they fit together perfectly.

Dan was in the kitchen, separated from the living/dining room by a smoked glass panel. He wiped his hands on a towel and strode naked into the living room to greet us. He laughed when he saw we were already naked.

He saw me holding the flower arrangement, and his jaw dropped.

"Oh my god! You guys! What did you do?"

I handed the arrangement to Dan as Luke explained that we happened across a flower shop and decided to get him a little something.

"This looks like Tom's work. Did you go to Fletcher the Florist? He is so sweet. This is gorgeous. You shouldn't have. But thank you, guys. I love it!" Dan almost couldn't contain himself.

He placed the arrangement on the Arditi olivewood and epoxy side table and unwrapped it. He gasped when he stepped back to look at it. He flew into my arms. I had to steady myself from being upended by Dan's twenty pounds of extra muscle, even though I was a couple of inches taller than he.

Dan's embrace was full-body contact. Although we had touched casually this morning in the hotel gym's lounge, this was our first embrace, and boy-oh-boy, it would not be the last if I had any say in the matter!

Dan kissed my cheeks as we disentangled and rubbed my flanks. "Thank you, Q-ball, for being so sweet."

Then he went to Luke and placed his hands on Luke's hips as he smiled up at him. "Good evening, Lukas. I'm happy to meet you officially. Welcome to my home."

Then Luke got a firm Dan embrace as well. I couldn't help but admire the two muscle hunks pressing themselves together. Luke pulled his shoulders away from Dan and said, "Thank you for your kind invitation. I see why Q so enthusiastically encouraged me to meet with you."

Luke kissed Dan on the mouth. The two kept busy osculating. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. I had to capture it. I snuck out into the vestibule to grab my bag and retrieved my and Luke's phones. I decided to leave everything else where it lay since the apartment was the only one on the fourth floor.

Luke and Dan were still kissing when I returned, so I snapped a few full-body shots and a couple of closeups. I tried to get the beautiful flowers in as many images as possible. They stood out perfectly against the dark background of the porcelain-covered wall.

Both men were slightly plumped when they ended their kiss and embrace, Luke at about seven inches and Dan a beautiful five inches. Dan, like Luke, kept his cut physique on maximum display by removing all hair from his neck to his toes.

God, they were beautiful! They posed for a few more photos. I suggested they stand near the flower arrangement so I could take some pictures to send Tom. Both men thought it a good idea and posed with open stances, not trying to conceal their tumescence. I got hard looking at them.

Luke stepped toward me and reached for my phone. "Now, you pose with Dan."

I glanced down and saw my six-inch erection standing straight out. Dan pulled me to his side and rubbed my ass. "Smile for Tom! And Sean, too," he encouraged me.

After Luke captured a few images, Dan turned to kiss me. His lips were strong and firm. I let him take charge and enjoyed feeling his partial erection pressing against my thigh.

When we finished, Luke asked Dan to stand alone with his flowers. Dan put on a relaxed smile as his now almost seven-inch erection was a little above horizontal. He blew kisses to Tom through the camera.

"We need a picture of the three of us together," Dan decided. "Hold on one second."

* * *

He dashed out of the room and returned with another man in tow a few seconds later. It had to have been Dan's father from the unmistakable resemblance. The forty-year-old had Dan's build and complexion but was even more muscular, which was easy to see since he was also naked.

"Guys, this is my dad, Michel Archambeau. Dad, these are my friends Quentin and Lukas."

I was surprised that Michel unhesitatingly wrapped me in a hug and kissed my cheeks as my erection pressed into his lower abdomen. "It's very nice to meet you, Quentin," he said in a quiet, warm voice that made me even harder. He didn't seem to mind since he took his time stepping away from me.

Luke got a similar greeting, though it seemed Michel's hands were a little busier moving around Luke's body than they were on mine. It was a sign of good taste.

"My mom and dad are visiting from Wisconsin to stay for a couple of months while their house in Lake Geneva is being remodeled. Mom left yesterday for a girl's trip to Croatia, so it's just dad and I for a few weeks," Dan explained as his father continued to embrace Luke.

They finally broke apart and stood smiling at us. Luke was now close to eight inches, and his foreskin was pulled back enough to see the tip of his pink head. Michel also sported a five-inch erection similar to Dan's, although Dan had softened somewhat.

Michel began to arrange us for the photo, trying to move us into better light since the daylight dimmed as sunset approached. He squatted to get a better angle.

"Dad has taken up photography and videography in recent years, so this could take a while," Dan joked.

Michel gestured and said, "Quentin and Lukas, you are fine. Dan, you're getting soft. Tom will be disappointed."

Dan laughed. "It will be fine."

Michel put down my phone. "I have to do everything," he grumbled to Luke and me. "You see how it is." He walked over to Dan, crouched before him, and sucked his son's cock to the root.

I was only momentarily surprised. I spent a good portion of last night watching Robert, the wrestling coach, Bobby, his son, Tyler, his de facto son who lived with him, and Chuck, Tyler's boyfriend, all sharing blowjobs and each other's cum. They took turns blowing and being blown by Martin, the psychologist, too.

Watching Michel suck his son Dan seemed like a polite gesture at this point. Dan looked at us with some trepidation to gauge our reaction to his relationship with his father. It obviously wasn't the first time the two had been intimate.

Both Luke and I smiled with encouragement. I leaned over and kissed Dan while pinching a nipple. I had no idea whether he was into that or not. Yes, he was — big time.

I didn't want to go too far, so I didn't persist. When I broke the kiss, I remarked, "It looks like your dad is pretty good at that."

"He's the best," Dan said with a heavy sigh.

About a minute later, Michel released his son's firm erection. "Much better."

Michel looked up at me. "Do you need assistance, too?"

I smiled, but my vertical erection told him otherwise. "Thank you. Perhaps later. You're very kind."

Michel kissed my penis and moved to Luke. His erection was below horizontal, so Michel got serious with his fluffing duties. He was efficient, leaving Luke with eight inches of firm manliness pointing to the ceiling and his head fully exposed.

Michel quickly arranged us and began snapping photos with my phone. We stood with our arms around each other, proudly displaying our erections for Tom's benefit and our own pleasure.

I suggested a few photos of father and son together. Michel agreed. I noted that he might need some assistance and sank to my knees. He put his hand on my head and thanked me.

Michel's seven inches felt thicker in my mouth than he looked. His penis was delicious. I worked his minimal foreskin and tasted precum. It, too, was a savory treat, but I wasn't there for my pleasure. I decided he was fit for the camera, so I released his cock into the wild.

Michel and Dan stood in a comfortable embrace. They were clearly enraptured with each other. I did my best to capture their love as well as their physiques.

I asked them to kiss, realizing as I said it that I hadn't seen them kiss, so maybe that wasn't something they did. I needn't have worried. Dan grabbed his father and kissed him with an intensity I couldn't describe. These two men were crazy about each other.

I stood and held my phone high to get Tom's arrangement in the background as I took about two dozen pictures of Dan and Michel's unabashed makeout session.

I'm sure they forgot that anyone else existed until a timer went off in the kitchen, reminding Dan that he had hosting duties. He went off to the kitchen.

Michel suggested he take some photos of Luke and me kissing. We readily agreed and started our makeout session. We were slightly less feverish in our approach than Michel and Dan, but we both were moaning in pleasure.

Luke teased the back of my throat with his long tongue, trying to trigger my gag reflex. I was getting better at suppressing it. We continued until Michel asked me if he could download the photos from my phone to process them on his computer.

I agreed and told him to include the photos from last night so that he could correct the harsh locker room lighting of the pictures I took of Luke posing. Michel kissed my cheek and went off with my phone.

He returned in just a few seconds, explaining that it would take a few minutes to download the 148 images.

"So your house is undergoing a refresh, is it?" I asked Michel to start a conversation. He laughed. Luke and I took seats on the sofa.

"I think `refresh' is quite an understatement. It's a complete mess," Michel explained. "The house was already much too big now that Dan is living here, and it's just the twins at home. But it is getting a new wing for entertaining. We don't entertain often, but Constanza wants a separate area with a caterer's kitchen so we can keep party messes and crowds away from the rest of the house.

"The main house has six bedrooms and ten bathrooms. There's a two-bedroom guest house, a caretaker's cottage, and an apartment above one of the garages that our house cleaner uses. It all sits on 16 acres with a dock on Lake Geneva, making it a nice enclave," Michel continued.

"I often travel for my international real estate work, so it's nice to have a home base for Constanza and the boys. As you may have guessed, we're also nudists and a somewhat unconventional family, so it's nice to have some privacy, too."

I smiled and noted, "I don't think I've ever seen two people as passionately in love with each other as you and Dan. Do you have a similar relationship with the twins?"

Michel's face softened and got a faraway look as he contemplated his sons. "I never thought I could love anyone as deeply and completely as those three boys," he said wistfully. "But Dan was my firstborn, so our relationship is slightly different.

"I knew from the day of his birth that our relationship would be different from my relationship with my father. I had a very good father, and we got along fine. But somehow, Dan redefined love for me and redefined fatherhood. As he entered puberty, he also redefined intimacy, as well as the sheer fun of sex.

"I thought sex with his mom was fun – and it was and still is – but it's nothing like the fun I had the first time Dan fucked me when he was 13."

I couldn't imagine the memories going through Michel's mind, but his face lit the room.

He continued, "Dan was three when Henri and Sébastien were born. They are identical twins but, of course, have distinct personalities. They both worship Daniel. I can't think of a single instance where he hasn't been their perfect big brother.

"Once Dan became sexually active with me, he imitated our behavior with his brothers. I hadn't penetrated him, but he had the boys enter him since he took on the elder role in their relationship. It was a delight to watch but poignant, too. They weren't just getting off with their big brother – they were making love to him. Dan felt moved the same way I always feel when he makes love with me."

Michel took a moment, apparently running memories through his mind. "That's not to say they didn't also have a grand time. The twins couldn't ejaculate, but they would practice sex acts on each other with Dan's and my coaching. We all still masturbated each other, as we had since the twins were four or five, but they began to spend more time having penetrative sex."

Luke and I remained hard listening to Michel describe the sexual component of his sons' upbringing. Michel noticed and reached to take a penis in each hand. He gently held them rather than actively manipulating them.

"Thank you, Michel," Luke said, smiling as he spread his legs while we sat together on the V-shaped sofa. Michel was sitting on the coffee table in front of us. "That feels very nice," Luke continued. "I admire the open way you raised your sons. My family might also be classified as nudists, but we never did more than masturbate with – or in front of – each other. It would have been nice to have had a sexual relationship with my grandfather, father, and brother. Perhaps it's not too late?"

Michel grinned as he rubbed his thumb over Luke's leaking piss slit. "It's never too late, my friend."

"The greatest joy in my life," Michel continued, "Is being a father to those boys."

The joy was evident in Michel's face. "My wife, Constanza, is also a treasure. She is just as enthusiastic as I am in encouraging the boys to explore sexually. They all enjoy her oral attention, but only Henri has taken to making love with her regularly. For Daniel and Sébastien, it's an occasional treat."

A few silent moments passed as Luke and I enjoyed Michel's attention. "Well," he concluded as he removed his hands from us, "I had best leave you to your dinner. Enjoy your night, gentlemen."

As Michel stood and turned to leave, I called out, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to dine with us?"

"No," he answered calmly, "This is Dan's party. I don't want to disrupt it any more than I have."

"You are not a disruption," I declared. "You are a delight. If you won't stay for dinner, neither will we."

Luke shot me a look, then smiled and agreed. I stood and walked to the kitchen, calling out, "Dan, your father just said the most terrible thing."

I entered the sleek contemporary European galley kitchen where Dan was slicing a flank steak. He looked hurt. "My father said something hurtful? I am so sorry. What happened?"

I took pity on the shocked expression across Dan's handsome face. "Your father said he didn't plan to join us for dinner. That can't be true, can it? I told him that if he were not going to dine with us, Luke and I would leave right now. And we are going to take our flowers with us."

Dan dropped his carving knife as he laughed. "You wouldn't dare! Not the flowers!"

Since Dan had disarmed himself, I hugged him and kissed his lips, enjoying the contact between our naked bodies. "Please convince him to join us. We came here to get to know you. What better way to do that than to get to know the man who raised you to be the marvel of manhood you are?"

I kissed him again as he blushed. "Oh," I exclaimed. "And you must also convince him to return to the hotel with us. You and he can be a model of an intimate father-son relationship for Robert and his boys. Besides, Michel can offer his fitness expertise to the boys as you concentrate on cleaning up all of Luke's flaws."

Dan patted my ass as he giggled at the thought of Luke having any physical flaws. "Do you really want him to join us? He was adamant that he didn't want to hijack my party."

"Absolutely. We want both of you for everything, including spending the night in Luke and my suite with Martin, Robert, and the boys. And maybe Yoshi, too. We insist."

There. I insisted. That was that.

Dan smiled. "I know you will love him as much as I do. He will be thrilled to become part of the group."

"He is already part of the group," I declared.

Dan returned to his carving and said without looking up, "The last drawer on the right is a warming drawer. If you would like to help, please take out the serving platter, serving bowl, and dinner plates. I'll use the platter and bowl; you can put the plates on the dining table. There should be five or six, so you can set the table for four."

"Yay," I squealed, shaking my hard cock at him.

He laughed and said, "Careful – I have a carving knife."

I removed the china from the warming drawer and went around the glass panel to the living/dining room. "Michel, can you tell me where the flatware is stored. I need four sets. That's four. One, two, three, four. It's the court's final ruling. There are no further appeals."

I explained that he was also ordered to accompany us back to the hotel and that he shouldn't expect to return until after breakfast tomorrow.

That elicited broad siles from both Luke and Michel.

* * *

We sat down to a beautiful dinner of Cuban flank steak with chimichurri rub and topped with grilled white mushrooms with a hint of onions and garlic. Dan made a side of steamed asparagus and a nice salad of tomatoes, spinach, and arugula topped with sesame lime dressing lightly misted over it.

Luke sat to my right, Dan to my left, and Michel directly across from me. Dan smiled and remarked, "I love flank steak. It's about 30% protein by weight, 7% fat, and no carbs."

As I waited for Dan to signal to start serving ourselves from the platters and bowls, Michel outstretched his arms and asked us to join hands.

"Let's take a moment to acknowledge our place in the universe and our privileged place in the world," Michel began in a quiet voice.

"We are grateful for the privilege of this exquisite meal prepared with love by my exquisite son. Let us remember those hungry for a meal to nourish their body.

"We are grateful for our friends who bring us joy and laughter. Let us remember those hungry for friendship to nourish their soul, a hand to hold to calm them, steady them, or help them stand after a stumble.

"We are grateful for the priceless love that we share. Let us remember those hungry for love to fill and nourish their heart, and those who have lost love from their lives."

We sat in silent contemplation for more than a minute and communicated with each other through our handholding.

Dan took a deep breath. "Thank you, Dad, for reminding us of our good fortune and responsibility to others. I love you."

Dan stood as we all reclaimed our hands. He kissed Michel softly and spoke words of love again. Dan took a few steps to Lukas. He too received a kiss. "Thank you for coming into my life, Luke. I look forward to getting to know you. I love you, Lukas."

The sincerity with which Dan declared his love for Luke and held his gaze with love in his eyes moved Luke almost to tears. He returned Dan's kiss and whispered something I couldn't discern.

Dan stepped to my side. I was already crying, as I often do, so I didn't try to hide it. I gladly accepted his kiss and proclamation of love.

"I love you, too, Dan," I declared. "Both last night and this morning, you touched my soul with your kindness, empathy, and gentleness. I'm sure my love, Luke, agrees that we are determined to be lifelong friends."

Luke placed his hand on Dan's naked back as a sign of agreement, still unsure of his ability to speak.

As Dan took his seat, I lifted my tumbler of cucumber water and spoke, "Let's toast to our kind and gracious host, a splendid man, chef, friend, coach, son, and brother. May we all follow your good example."

Michel, Luke, and I clinked glasses as Dan bashfully accepted the toast. He ordered us to eat up as I set down my glass. "Remember that we have to meet the crew back at the hotel at 8:00."

The food was delicious. The company and conversation were first-rate. Luke and I took turns regaling Dan and Michel with stories about our encounters last night, as well as some of our personal stories.

I told them what little I knew about my work friend Yoshi Hirano, who also promised to join us for our workout. I was moderately confident that he would also join us for the afterschool activities.

Michel told us how he purchased the apartment building while it was still under construction when he discovered that Dan would be relocating to Chicago. "I couldn't have my boy in an unsuitable place. He has to pay the utilities and standard condo fee, but I was happy to provide the rest.

"The third bedroom in this unit is perfect for Dan's massage studio. I installed a very nice gym in the basement where he can do private training. It's open to all residents. But, with only six units in the building, there is not a lot of contention for the equipment."

Michel offered to drive us to the hotel to shave about ten minutes off our return trip. "I'll just drop the car with the valet out front. They do have a valet, don't they?"

"Of course, they do, Dad. It shouldn't be a problem," Dan assured him.

"And we are appropriately dressed for the occasion?" Michel looked like he meant the question seriously. Dan gave him a you-know-better-than-that look.

"Well, Luke and Quentin arrived nude, so I assumed we were welcome to go out comfortably in your place of employment. Don't they appreciate your body?"

Dan laughed. "I think many people do, Dad. But you have to put on at least shorts." Then he turned to Luke and asked, "You didn't really travel up here naked, did you?"

Luke smiled. "That would have been nice, but we left our clothing outside your door."

"That's a damn shame," Michel groaned to our amusement. "I'll put on shorts," he conceded.

For dessert, we each had a small bowl of strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries drizzled with a scant amount of honey.

"The berries' antioxidant and anti-inflammatory effects are a perfect snack, either before or after a workout," Dan explained.

All four of us helped clear the table. Either Dan apportioned the dinner perfectly, or we ate like pigs, but there were no leftovers to put away.

I asked to use a powder room before we departed. Michel took my hand and told me that he would go with me. Urinating isn't typically a group activity for me, but why not? I kissed his mouth, licking a drop of honey from the corner of his mouth.

Dan smiled and took Luke's hand. "We'll use the other bathroom," he said. Luke went along happily.

Michel and I pissed together with our arms around each other's waist. I felt completely comfortable with him to the point that I lay my head on his shoulder and sighed as my stream continued. Normally someone built like Michel would intimidate the hell out of me. But his warmth and gentility stole my heart.

Michel patted my hip and rested his head on mine after kissing my hair.

When we finished, Michel flushed and guided me to the vanity. We washed our hands and splashed our faces. Michel poured a small glass of mouthwash for me and one for himself.

We had to test the effectiveness of our efforts by sharing a kiss. Michel's tongue sampled various places in my mouth. I returned the favor. As we continued to kiss, I heard Luke's voice at the door – which we hadn't bothered to close, admonishing us not to delay.

We punctuated our kiss with another brief peck. I separated from Michel and kissed Luke, tasting remnants of mouthwash there, too.

"Dad, please grab some clothing for you and me while I turn off the lights," Dan asked.

"Of course, sweetheart," Michel replied. I rejoined Luke, and we made our way to the door while Michel entered a bedroom I assume he shared with Dan.

* * *

We rode the elevator to the basement garage after gathering our workout clothing. We didn't bother to put anything on yet at Michel's urging us to wait until we got close to the hotel.

Luke and I sat in the captain's chairs in the second row of Michel's Volkswagen Atlas. Although a very nicely appointed vehicle, I was surprised he didn't drive something a little more ostentatious or luxurious. It was not because of money.

Luke and I held hands during the ride downtown. Michel and Dan did likewise in the front seats. The conversation was spare. We didn't feel forced to make small talk.

We came to a red light before entering Lake Shore Drive. Dan leaned over to kiss his father. They separated when the light turned green, but Dan didn't return to his full upright seated position. Instead, his head disappeared. The sounds coming from Michel told us that Dan was giving his dad a nice blowjob.

Luke and I smiled at each other. I offered to blow Luke, but he opted for a kiss instead, saying he would save the sex for later.

"You can do it both now and later, you know," Michel interjected. "You're a young man, unlike me. Daniel, my sweet love, don't make me cum, ok. Just make your papa feel nice until we get to the hotel."

Michel reached to get something in the cupholder. I thought he was getting a shot of hand sanitizer but realized it was lube. He squirted some on two fingers, then reached over to tease Dan's anus. Dan scooted closer to give his dad easier access. Again, it looked as if they had danced this dance many times before. Who keeps lube at the ready in their car? Maybe I should?

Luke and I made out for a few minutes. It was not exceptionally comfortable since the car had a console between the two seats, but we made it work. I didn't know how Dan managed to keep from jabbing himself with the gear shifter, but he seemed unencumbered by the car interior.

Several minutes later, I offered that we could make a detour to our suite when we arrived if either man had anything they'd like to drop before going to the gym. They both declined the offer, Dan seeming reluctant to take his father's penis out of his mouth to speak. I winked at him when he talked to us. He grinned and got back to work.

My phone chimed with an incoming text from Luis Garza, the hotel's chief electrician, who said he would oversee housekeeping's arrangement of our room to accommodate more people. He was also the father of Pedro, the bellhop and master's student who we hoped to spend a lot of time with during our stay.

Luis confirmed that the room was ready and thought everything went smoothly. The housekeeping staff appreciated the tip I left in an envelope on the bed.

He said he also took the initiative to order a cart with various healthy snacks and drinks and a portable bar to be delivered to the suite at 11:00 p.m. I could cancel without charge if we thought it wasn't needed.

I handed my phone to Luke. He smiled when he read the message and texted back on my behalf, confirming to bill it to the room.

As he handed the phone back to me, it chimed again with a confirmation.

Then another question arrived, "A young man new to our staff has taken extra jobs working as a bartender/waiter for private parties. He has proven to be very discrete and understands the nature of the gathering tonight. He normally charges $100 per hour but offered to work your party for free when I mentioned the room number. He said he checked you in this afternoon."

"Tristan?" I texted back.

"Yes," came the reply immediately.

I didn't consult Luke. I knew he would approve. "He is hired. Absolutely. And he will get his standard fee, plus a tip. That's not negotiable."

A thumbs-up emoji returned with another question, "Is there a desired uniform? Formal, casual, theme costume, nothing?"

I replied that we would likely all be naked, but he should wear whatever makes him comfortable — no pressure or coercion.

Another thumbs-up.

We had just exited Lake Shore Drive onto Michigan Avenue, so I began to pull on my T-shirt, prompting Luke to do the same. We had shimmied into our shorts in no time.

Dan noticed the movement in the rear seats and looked thoroughly displeased to stop sucking his dad's cock. He decided this would not be a work event, so he didn't need his official uniform. Michel had picked out something for him to wear.

Dan asked where his workout clothing was.

"In my door pocket. I'll get it when we arrive," Dan's father answered casually. Dan and his father shared a brief kiss, then resumed their handholding for the remainder of the trip, both still naked.

The car rolled to a stop under the hotel's covered entrance. Lavish potted flowers and topiaries surround the large columns supporting the three-lane-wide canopy.

Luke and I opened our doors to exit. I was sitting behind the driver's seat, so I had an unobstructed view of Michel's spectacular nude body as he stepped out of the SUV.

He reached into the door pocket and tossed something across to Dan.

"This isn't exactly workout clothing, Dad. But I guess it will do," Dan complained half-heartedly.

I contemplated keeping my door open to shield Michel's nakedness from the street but decided that if he didn't care, neither would I. I closed the rear door and stepped aside as Michel stood naked in the brightly-lit entry, waiting for a valet.

Dan yelled at his father to put on some clothing, but Michel said he was going to wait for a second opinion before he decided it was necessary. Dan retorted that he could lose his job over his father's antics.

"Then you would have to move back home with me," Michel said hopefully.

"No, Dad. I would stay away to spite you," Dan said with mild irritation.

A valet arrived wearing a long-sleeve white shirt and black pants. He was completely flustered.

Michel was the epitome of calm as he handed the bug-eyed young man his car key. "Can you tell me, sir," Michel began, "Whether the hotel permits guests to move about the premises undressed? My son, who works here, says that it's forbidden. Do you know my son, by the way? Dan, sweetie, come here and introduce yourself."

Dan walked around the front of the car, tying a bow on his left hip to keep his silk miniskirt in place. It wasn't even really a skirt. It was a twisted silk cord with two pleated silk panels hanging from it. Each panel was only about seven inches wide and eight inches long so that the fabric would cover less than half Dan's 31-inch waist.

Since it was relatively short, he had to wear it very low-slung to cover the tip of his penis, which was a shame, although legally required, I supposed. His mounded ass was too much for the skirt to cover its entirety. He decided to allow the top couple of inches exposed.

"Jeez, Dad, you're 40 years old. You know that you can't walk around naked in America," Dan scolded his father, who seemed unfazed, still waiting for a response from the valet.

Dan then turned to the valet, "Hey! Chili lime mango, with an extra shot of Tijin! How are you, Eric?" Dan seemed excited to meet the young man again. If Dan remembered his order, he must be a regular customer at the juice bar.

The two greeted each other with a laughing bro hug. Eric didn't look at Dan with lust or attraction, just like a good friend. "Dude, I like your skirt – what there is of it," Eric joked.

Dan laughed, "It belongs to my dad, but, you know what? I kind of like it, too.

"Speaking of my dad," Dan continued, "I'd like you to meet my favorite father ever, Michel Archambeau. Dad, this is my friend Eric Simmons."

Michel gave Eric a similar half hug as Dan had just done.

"Wow, I can't believe you're Little Danny's dad. I mean, you two look exactly alike, but you're way too young to be this musclehead's dad," Eric joked as he punched Dan's shoulder.

"Thank you, Eric. I think Dan is the most handsome man I know, so that's an incredible compliment, as far as I am concerned," Michel enthused.

"He's alright if you like that sort of thing," Eric replied.

Dan interrupted, "Stop trying to sidetrack me, Dad. Eric, please tell my father he has to put on some clothing. He refuses to believe me."

Eric looked over Michel's nakedness for a few seconds. "Yeah, sorry, Mr. Archambeau, I think you had better put something on. You know, I don't care, but someone might complain. Not that you have anything that anyone can complain about. Your body is freaking awesome!"

"Thank you, Eric. I'm sorry to hear that you agree with my son, but I accept your judgment. I'll put on the posing suit that I use for exhibitions," Michel finally conceded.

"Is your exhibition posing suit all you brought? Not your competition one," Dan asked?

"I didn't think there was going to be a competition tonight," Michel quipped.

Dan laughed.

Michel reached into the door pocket. I thought at first that he couldn't find his suit, but then realized he had it balled up in his hand. He stepped between thin white strings and began to tuck his large ballsack and penis into the white mesh pouch.

The pouch with a three-inch U-shaped opening in the top was hung from the quarter-inch waistband by two loops that could slide to make the top opening as wide or narrow as desired.

Michel set the loops a little wider than the root of his cock, so that the first three inches of his penis were visible, and the head was tucked into the pouch, draped over his balls. The back was a simple T-strap.

He looked like the hottest muscle god exotic dancer ever. My flaccid cock would barely be big enough for my piss slit to get tucked into the pouch.

"I see why you call it an exhibition suit," Eric joked.

Michel laughed, then turned to Dan. "There, are you happy now? I am dressed."

Dan kissed his dad's lips. "Yes, Dad, I'm happy. That's all I wanted. Thank you for dressing."

The barely-clothed father and son were adorable as they kissed unabashedly in front of Eric, whose eyebrows shot up.

I looked at my phone and noted that we had five minutes to get to the gym to meet Yoshi, Martin, Robert, and the boys.

Luke smiled and said, "I can't wait for you guys to meet our friends. I know you will all love each other."

Michel finally stopped kissing Dan and said, "Well, then let's get going."

Luke and I followed Michel and Dan into the hotel lobby, both of us admiring the view of both of them.