Last night I entered the hotel steam room as an interloper, using my work friend Yoshi Hirano's spare room key to access the gym facilities. I was excited at the possibility of meeting new people and having a friendly encounter with a handsome stranger.

 

Tonight I entered the steam room as an official hotel guest, now sharing a business suite with one of those handsome strangers I met last night, Luke Vestergaard. He also turned out to be an employee of my company's software vendor who would be conducting some of the training seminars I would attend the following week.

 

A couple of the handsome strangers I met last night were with me again, this time feeling like friends and family.

 

We entered the steam room after spending a few minutes in the men's lounge drinking our smoothies and juices to refresh ourselves after our workouts. I felt as if I were ushering my family into Thanksgiving dinner. It was comfortable to be around these men but still exciting to anticipate how we would enjoy each other's company.

 

Luke and I walked hand in hand, playing host to our group: Robert Trachtenberg, 40, a wrestling coach from Davenport; his 17-year-old son Bobby; his 17-year-old foster son Tyler Pickett; Tyler's 16-year-old boyfriend, Charles Beck; Martin Dempsey, 44, a university counseling center psychologist and doppelganger for Robert; Daniel Archambeau, 21, a fitness trainer and masseur for the hotel; his father Michel "Micky" Archambeau, 40, an international real estate broker and amateur bodybuilder; Yoshi Hirano, 26, my work friend from our Los Angeles office; and, finally, a new friend, Declan Goff, 22, another amateur bodybuilder in town to visit his father in a nearby hospital.

 

The large steam room could accommodate about 30 men, so I wasn't worried about all of us squeezing in, no matter how many other guys were there. I took a few steps into the room to see only three men, one lying on the right side and two sitting next to each other on the left.

 

They all looked perplexed as the 11 of us naked guys strode in, carrying on conversations in small groups. They must have thought a tourist bus had just disgorged us or something.

 

I had had a quiet talk with Dan, the trainer and masseur, who also worked extra shifts at the juice bar in the men's lounge, about giving Luke a short massage in the steam room, the way Luke was used to getting them at home in Denmark. Dan said he would be happy to do it, saying that hot massage might become a new service he offers. He had a portable massage table in his office that he could bring into the steam room.

 

Once Dan saw that there weren't many other people taking the steam at the moment, he excused himself to retrieve the table.

 

Since I had organized our group workout, spa time, and subsequent sleepover, I felt compelled to see that our friends got comfortably situated on the two benches that lined the long walls of the tiled steam room. A quick survey confirmed everyone's desire for a little more heat, so Luke and I fiddled with the controls and got the steam wafting through the arched room.

 

Luke and I sat together. I asked Dex to join us. I felt like a shrimp between the two muscled studs. Luke is 6'4", while Declan is 6'1" – just an inch taller than I am. But they both have 30-35 more pounds of muscle than I do.

 

It took only a few minutes for sweat to start beading on our bodies, which enticed Luke to rub his hand all over me to feel my sheen of sweat. I returned the favor with a kiss as we felt each other's cocks for a few moments.

 

I turned to my left to see the sweat beading on Dex's beautiful Black hairless skin. I gave a short swipe up his right thigh and gestured, asking permission to continue. He gave me a subtle nod.

 

I ran my flat hand around his torso, pausing again to seek permission to touch his genitals. He smiled and reached for my cock as Luke gently massaged my chest and stomach.

 

"You feel exquisite," I told Dex. "And you are one of the most handsome men I've ever met."

 

A bashful smile activated his dimples, and I felt their power overwhelm me.

 

"So, beautiful," I murmured. "I'm a mouthy guy," I continued. "I like to kiss, lick, suck, nibble, sometimes bite. Do you like any of that?"

 

"All of the above," Dex said, shooting more dimple magic into me.

 

"Yippee!" I squeaked, which caused him to laugh.

 

Even as he laughed at me, Dex leaned over and covered my mouth with his. He was a shy man but a confident kisser.

 

He pushed my lips open with his, then curled and twirled his tongue throughout my mouth. I reciprocated when given a chance. After a few moments, I separated and said, "I like pineapple mango smoothies better when they're served from your tongue."

 

I got an immediate second helping and a firmer grip on my hardening cock. I returned the favor on his cut cock, which had grown to about six inches.

 

A couple of minutes passed until Luke joined our kiss. "I hate to interrupt," my lover said, "But I'd like to ask a favor of you, Dex."

 

We parted, and Dex looked at Luke questioningly.

 

"Dan is ready to give me a massage," Luke continued. "Would you help entertain my husband while I'm occupied? It would mean a great deal to me," Luke said with his alluring smile.

 

"I am happy to help," Dex replied with a giggle.

 

Luke kissed him for a minute. "Thank you, my friend."

 

Then Luke kissed me, and I felt swept into another dimension as I tried to catch my breath. I felt ourselves blended into one being again, understanding the depth of our newborn love.

 

"Enjoy your massage, my love," I cooed as I stroked Luke's face. "I know Dan will make you feel relaxed, invigorated, loved, and cherished. He is a special man."

 

Luke licked my lips. "I'll make sure he knows how much we love him in return."

 

I smiled as I watched Luke walk to the center of the steam room, where Dan had his portable massage table set up. I could watch Luke's ass for hours. But I'd rather taste it.

 

Luke embraced Dan and kissed him. Dan wrapped Luke in his arms, drawing all eyes to the two stunning men sharing their affection. I felt my heart overflowing with a yearning for both of them.

 

I felt my penis overflowing with precum as Dex continued fondling me. I returned my full attention to him when Luke lay face-down on the massage table.

 

"I love you, too, Declan," I said between kisses. I licked his Adam's apple and enjoyed the taste of his sweat.

 

"Do you know who else loves you," I asked.

 

"Who," Dex sighed.

 

"Chuck. That young man can't keep his eyes off you. Should we invite him over to join us? He's a good kisser. I think you two would have a good time together. As a matter of fact, I think the three of us would have a good time together."

 

I looked into Dex's eyes and laughed. "You're trying to hide how much you like him, aren't you? Why? I like him, too. We both have good taste. You also taste good," I said as I licked his neck again.

 

"I never thought I would feel attracted to someone so young," Dex explained.

 

"He's 16. That's not s-o-o-o young compared with you. It's only six years. I'm ten years older than you. Is that too much?"

 

Dex and I stared at each other for a minute. I could see some kind of inner dialog playing out behind his eyes. Finally, he concluded, "No, you're right. He's old enough to know what he wants, I suppose. I wouldn't be taking advantage of him, would I?"

 

"Definitely not," I assured him. Chuck knows himself better than most, I suspect.

 

I looked across the room to see Chuck helping Michel massage Tyler, who lay supine. Chuck was at Ty's feet while Michel stood over Ty, caressing his arms and kissing his face. Robert, Martin, and Bobby sat together, holding hands with their eyes closed.

 

I caught Chuck's attention and motioned for him to join us. He looked at Michel and Ty, then got up. He kissed his boyfriend and walked across the room with his six-inch erection pointing to the ceiling.

 

"Take it," I whispered to Dex as Chuck approached.

 

The teen stood awkwardly between Dex and me. Dex leaned forward and pulled Chuck's cock into his mouth, quickly taking it to the base. The look of bliss on Chuck's young face was indescribable.

 

I stood and embraced the teen from behind. "You've been hoping for this, haven't you, Chucky Cheese? Dex has a great mouth to kiss. I bet he's even better at sucking cock, isn't he"

 

Chuck grunted in answer to my question. I kissed his cheek, moved to his back, and kissed my way down his spine. He sensed where I was headed and spread his feet to allow me to kneel behind him while Dex continued to suck him.

 

Chuck's pert ass smelled fresh from our recent showers. I parted his cheeks and swiped my tongue up his hairless sweaty crack. He tasted the way a 16-year-old boy should.

 

His crinkled anus winked at me, inviting me to taste it. I dove in and used the tip of my tongue to tease his hole. I felt it open slightly and pushed in, eliciting a shuddering gasp.

 

I don't have the longest tongue in the world, but I got a couple of inches inside the yummy boy. I felt Dex stroking Chuck's balls as he kept deep throating. I knew Chuck wouldn't last much longer because his anus was spasming on my tongue. It would be fine. I was confident that Chuck would be good for four or five loads tonight.

 

I hung on as Chuck began thrusting into Dex's maw. It would be worth getting whiplash to taste and feel that ring as Chuck had his first orgasm of the night. It took less than a minute for him to unload in Dex's mouth.

 

He must have fired six or seven shots from the pulsing I felt in his ass. I was a cruel son of a bitch and kept teasing his anus even after his orgasm subsided.

 

Chuck panted and groaned. Eventually, the groans turned to whimpers. He was on the verge of overload.

 

Dex tapped my hand, signaling me to remove my tongue from Chuck's ass. When I brought my head around to look into Dex's sparkling brown eyes, he gave me a tight-lipped smile. I knew he was holding some of Chuck's cum for me. What a sweet guy!

 

I thought Dex's mouth was delicious with just the remnants of his slushie on his tongue, but Dex's mouth plus his slushie, plus Chuck's cum made for an irresistible melange of flavors. Dex's full, strong, but cloud-soft lips were also irresistible.

 

We both kept our hands on Chuck as we kissed, drawing him in so that we rubbed our faces on his belly as we made out. I fumbled around to find one of the small tubes of lube I took from the men's room when I used the anal douche, as I encouraged everyone in our group to do.

 

My slick fingers reached Chuck's ass and teased his hot hole once more. I felt something tapping on my chin, quickly realizing that Chuck was hard again.

 

My fingertip slipped inside the 16-year-old, eliciting moans as I wiggled my way into his rectum, which stayed remarkably open and pliant. For someone who hadn't been fucked until last night, Chuck took to anal play like few guys I've been with.

 

I broke my kiss with Dex and rubbed my face on Chuck's sweaty belly as I played with Dex's tits. I licked the underside of Chuck's rock-hard erection and looked down to see Dex had seven thick inches of throbbing Black cock looking for somewhere to go.

 

I slipped a second finger into Chuck and began to scissor around, spreading my fingers pretty far before I felt substantial resistance. I looked up to see Chuck's head down, but his eyes closed with a wan smile on his face.

 

I blew raspberries on his flat belly to get his attention. He opened his eyes as sweat dripped from his face to mine. "Our friend Declan has something I think he'd like to give you. Do you think you can take him inside you?"

 

Chuck looked at Dex with a desire more intense than I remember seeing. "Oh yeah, Q, I can take him," Chuck groaned. Then he looked at Dex, "Do you want to fuck me, Dex? I'd love to feel your cock in me."

 

I was proud of Chuck for stating plainly what he wanted. I saw Dex's carotid arteries pulsing as he looked up into the eager 16-year-old's face. "I'd like that, too, Chuck. But only if you're sure."

 

Chuck nodded with a shit-eating grin, his blond hair matted to his sweaty head.

 

I suggested that Dex slump a bit on the bench and Chuck straddle his lap, facing Dex so that Chuck could ride Dex's large penis at his own pace.

 

Chuck's supple and flexible body had no problem folding itself into a squat over Dex's lap. The two began kissing immediately, each trying to consume the other whole from the look of it. I spread more lube on Dex's cock and Chuck's ass, then held Dex's penis in my left hand as I piloted Chuck's ass to its mooring pin with my right hand.

 

The teen moaned into Dex's mouth as his anus made initial contact with the tip of the bodybuilder's cut cock. I heard Chuck inhale deeply, and then he slid down the entire length of Dex's penis in about three seconds. He stayed still for only a few more seconds before he began to ride the thick fuck stick with graceful body rolls.

 

I was amazed at Chuck's moves. He looked like he could be in the Magic Mike review in Las Vegas. Dex quickly accommodated his lover's rhythm, thrusting into Chuck's willing ass in time with the teen's rolls.

 

As they kept at it, I took a step back to admire the pairing of the deep Black muscleman with the alabaster white teen. They stopped kissing for a while, keeping their foreheads together. Chuck turned to me and said, "Thanks for inviting me over, Q. This is really fun."

 

Then he addressed Dex, "Are you having fun, too?"

 

"Yeah, babe," Dex huffed, "I'm having more fun than I've had in a long time. Thank you."

 

"Are you going to cum in my ass?"

 

"If that's what you want," Dex said.

 

"Well," Chuck paused. "I want that only if you have another load in you for my boyfriend. I want you to fuck Tyler, too, if that's ok with you. I feel selfish keeping you to myself."

 

Declan licked the sweat from Chuck's neck. "Oh, sweetie, I've got enough for the both of you studs. Maybe a couple of loads for each of you," Dex said, laughing.

 

Chuck kissed Dex and groaned into his mouth. "I'm glad Bobby and Ty voted you into the family," Chuck said when he ended the kiss.

 

"You're the one who voted against me?" Dex asked with a laugh.

 

"I didn't want you to get a big head," Chuck responded.

 

Dex made a powerful thrust into Chuck's ass, causing the teen to growl. "You like my big head now, Chucky Cheese, don't you?"

 

"I change my vote," Chuck conceded.

 

* * *

 

I decided that the lovebirds were doing fine without my intervention, so I turned to see how Dan and Luke were getting on. I didn't realize how hard I was until I felt precum drizzling down my six-inch (and maybe just a tad more) cock when I looked at Dan massaging Luke.

 

My boyfriend was still face-down on the table while Dan worked his calves and feet. The two movie-star-handsome men took my breath away. Dan's 7.5-inch erection stood almost straight up, which happens to any healthy man when he touches Luke. As he ran his hands up Luke's leg, Dan pressed his cock into the sole of Luke's foot.

 

I saw Luke wiggling his toes to tickle Dan's cock. "Thanks, Dan, I love you," I heard Luke mutter through the face rest extension on the table. Dan answered by rubbing his cock on Luke's foot, retracting his foreskin as he did so.

 

I whispered into Dan's ear and got permission to eat Luke's ass for a few minutes until it would be time for Luke to turn face up. As soon as I put my hands on my boyfriend's ass, he moaned and told me he loved me. We felt the now familiar tingle at our touch that signifies the opening of our hearts to each other.

 

Luke read my intentions, and I read his delight at the prospect of my tongue in his ass. I conveyed what had transpired with Dex and Chuck as I tried to pull his mountainous glutes apart, struggling to grip those sacred orbs because of the amount of sweat and massage oil all over him.

 

Like the rest of us, Luke had used the bidet and anal douche in the men's rooms, so I had no uncertainty about his cleanliness. We had similar fixtures in our suite on the 22^nd floor.

 

The portable massage table Dan had set up in the steam room was slightly narrower than a standard one, so I had little difficulty leaning over to get my tongue into Luke's happy place. I felt more precum run down my cock and drip off my balls.

 

I've always liked analingus – both giving and receiving – but I was on the verge of cumming from the pleasure I got eating Luke's ass. I knew he wasn't far behind me from our wordless communication. We agreed to slow down to save our orgasms for when we could have them face to face.

 

We entered into a self-reinforcing cycle of giving and receiving pleasure. I had no idea how much time was passing or what anyone else in the steam room was up to. The clean but musky flavor of Luke was intoxicating. His slow massage of my tongue was exhilarating.

 

We approached and retreated from a mutual orgasm several times. All too soon, I felt a hand on my back as Dan whispered into my ear that it was time for Luke to turn over.

 

I almost cried at the thought of separating from my love. Then I realized what a baby I was and summoned all my courage to remove my tongue from his anus. Because I am a generous and giving man, I kissed Dan to allow him to taste Luke's ass on my tongue.

 

Dan and I enjoyed a full minute of probing kisses and full-body frotting, both of us leaking precum on the other. I removed my mouth from Dan's and panted to him, "I want Luke to feel this, please."

 

He looked at me questioningly. I explained, "I want Luke to feel your body on top of his with your tongue in his mouth. Please, my friend, allow him that pleasure."

 

We told Luke to turn over, which he did with a sigh. I got dizzy with lust looking at him lying completely relaxed except for his 8-inch penis throbbing on his shredded lower abdomen.

 

My love and I smiled at each other. I found Dan's bottle of massage oil and quickly spread some all over the lovely masseur's front, including down his powerful thighs and shins. Then I put oil on Luke's front as well.

 

I told him wordlessly as I oiled him how good Dan would feel sliding on top of him. Luke thanked me for loving him so well. I felt tears in my eyes again.

 

When Luke was sufficiently oiled, I stepped back and motioned for Dan to mount my husband. The two bodybuilders embraced and kissed almost frantically for a couple of minutes before settling into an undulating rhythm.

 

The temptation to mount Dan's ass was almost irresistible, but I knew the portable table would collapse under our combined weight. It was already creaking with nearly 400 pounds of solid muscle writhing.

 

Instead, I oiled my hands and rubbed Dan's back, ass, and legs. When I returned to his back, Luke's hand found mine. Suddenly we were a threesome. It seemed Dan could communicate with us as easily as Luke and I could read each other's thoughts.

 

I sank two of my slippery fingers into Dan's ass and probed for his prostate. I could almost feel what Dan felt, so I knew the pleasure I was transmitting to him. Dan told me telepathically how much he loves the rare occasions he gets fucked. Everyone, including his father, Michel, wants Dan to fuck them.

 

I told Luke that he must give Dan the pleasure he craves. It's what we do for the people we love. Luke offered a moment of hesitation, telling me wordlessly that he wanted to enter me first. I conveyed to him that we have the rest of our lives to make love, but Dan is here now, and I truly wanted Dan to be filled with Luke's cock. I knew that Luke would share both his and my love with Dan. There was no need to choose one over the other when "all of the above" was also possible.

 

Dan sat up to ride cowboy on Luke. I applied more massage oil to my hand, slicked Luke's already wet cock, and then held it for Dan to lower himself.

 

I don't know how it happened, but as long as I kept a hand on both men, I was able to participate in their lovemaking fully. I wasn't feeling one or the other: I felt both and myself. They felt the same. We melded completely.

 

I heard a squeal and looked over to Chuck and Dex in time to see the 16-year-old shoot three ropes of cum on Dex's face in Chuck's second orgasm of the night. Dex looked ecstatic to receive the offering.

 

Looking to the other side of the steam room, I saw Michel also riding Tyler reverse cowboy style while Yoshi fed the teen his cock. Good for Ty!

 

Even more surprising was the sight of the incredibly sexy Martin being double penetrated by Robert and his 17-year-old son, Bobby. Bobby, who has the longest penis of the three, was on his back with Martin on top, kissing him, while Robert entered the psychologist from behind.

 

Robert is about 7.5 inches while Bobby is about 8 – the same as Luke – so Martin had his ass stuffed with father and son cock. Everyone seemed to be having a splendid time.

 

As Dan, Luke, and I approached our shared orgasms, I felt a strange sense of pride at the assemblage of men sharing each other in the steam. It was like I had gotten the right seating arrangement for a successful dinner party – only the dinner guests were feasting on each other instead of food.

 

Luke grabbed my cock and ran his thumb around my burbling piss slit. The three of us were breathing and moaning in synchronicity. I bent to get Dan's cock in my mouth. I didn't think it was possible to feel more pleasure than I did, but sucking Dan's coconut oil-covered cock sent me into orbit.

 

The room faded, and the earth with it as we shared our orgasm. I was sure that Luke was fucking me as well as Dan and that I was fucking Dan along with Luke. I could barely breathe with my head smashed between Luke's and Dan's bellies, but breathing is overrated anyway.

 

My mouth filled with delicious cum from Dan. Luke enjoyed the flavor, too, through me. I felt my ass clamping on Luke's cock as I shot into my own mouth through Dan's penis. But I also felt Luke gifting Dan six sprays of cum in his rectum.

 

I stood up and stepped back a few minutes after our ecstasy ended. The isolation from Dan and Luke was unbearable psychic torture. My only consolation was the lingering taste of Dan's cum in my mouth.

 

Dan collapsed on top of Luke, whose cock was still embedded in Dan's ass. The two looked so cute, cuddling in their afterglow. I was happy that we had all found each other.

 

Luke beckoned me with his eyes. We kissed as Dan lay quiet with his face buried in the crook of Luke's neck, the 190-pound bodybuilder looking sweet as a newborn curled on his father's chest.

 

Luke told me through his kiss that he had never been happier, which made me the happiest I had ever felt. He said that making love to me – even through Dan's incredible body – was the best sensation ever and that he hoped our children grow up to be just like Dan.

 

The thrill of Luke telling me that he wanted to have children with me made my head spin. What was an unrealistic fantasy last night suddenly became my life's reality.

 

I cried. Of course. What else would I do?

 

* * *

 

Dan spent as long as possible sitting on Luke's cock while massaging his chest, shoulders, and arms. I learned earlier watching Luke fuck Pedro in our suite that my husband seemingly can stay hard for as long as he desires, whether before an orgasm or after. He appeared to be doing that with Dan from the slow thrusting of his pelvis.

 

As directed by our beloved masseur, I assisted, helping to stretch Luke's arms across his chest and above his head. As I walked around the massage table to get into the proper position for my assigned tasks, I looked to see what our friends were doing.

 

Dex and Chuck were missing from the bench on the right side of the room where we had sucked and fucked Chuck to two orgasms. Dex carried Chuck, his arms and legs wrapped around the stunning Black bodybuilder, and returned him to his boyfriend, Tyler.

 

Dan's father, Michel, was still slowly riding Tyler's cock, apparently doing a masterful job of edging the 17-year-old with his ass while Yoshi still had his cock in Tyler's mouth.

 

Chuck said something to Michel and Dex. Michel scooted up Tyler's body as Dex hoisted the teen's legs. Michel managed to keep Ty's 5.5 inches in his ass as he moved. Chuck wrapped his lubed hand around Dex's penis and stroked him back to a solid seven inches.

 

Once erect, Dex got between Ty's legs and entered his eager hole. Since Michel was riding Ty reverse cowboy style, he and Dex started making out as Dex fucked Ty and Ty fucked Michel. Michel's 7-inch cock was burbling with precum running off his balls onto Ty's taint, adding to the lube for Dex's fucking of Ty.

 

Chuck watched Robert and Bobby double penetrating Martin with awe. "Teach me how to do that," he begged Martin. Martin rose from kissing Bobby to warn Chuck that it would take some time to condition himself, but he was sure Chuck was up to the challenge, judging by how well he's handled everything slammed into his ass up until now.

 

Chuck celebrated Martin's pronouncement by wedging his head between Martin and Bobby to suck Martin's throbbing cock.

 

The father and son fucking Martin were on the verge again. There appeared to be no stopping them this time as Martin, too, was passing through the gates of nirvana with two large penises in his rectum and a talented mouth on his penis. Chuck remembered how much volume Martin cums, so he backed off the psychologist's cock a little and prepared to have his mouth filled with delectable jizz.

 

Robert, who was forcibly slamming into Martin's ass at this point, reached around Martin and twisted his tits, launching everyone into bliss, even Michel, Tyler, Yoshi, and Declan. I almost laughed while listening to the mixed moans and grunts from the eight men. I was pretty sure they formed a well-tuned G-minor 9^th chord, but my ear training isn't that good to know for sure.

 

Dan stopped massaging Luke so they both could revel in the fun our friends were having. It took a couple of minutes for all the guys to recover their senses. As they were panting themselves back to reality, I was compelled to Martin's side and asked to eat his ass. He smiled as we looked down to see both Trachtenberg men's cocks still inside him.

 

Martin lifted himself off Robert and Bobby and quickly swung around to stand on the floor, bent over with his hands on the bench. My face was in his gaping anus by the time the first drop of Iowa cornfed cum oozed out.

 

The mixture of cum from the 40-year-old wrestling coach and his 17-year-old son, plus the innate goodness of Martin's ass, sent me into a stupor. I couldn't climb far enough into the psychologist to please myself.

 

Martin's anal ring slowly closed and occasionally spasmed in an echo of his powerful orgasm. I withdrew from his ass after one extreme contraction of his anus. As I returned for more, Martin let out a wet fart and sprayed my face with gobs of cum and juice. I laughed and kissed his ring to thank him for the present.

 

When we both stood and looked at each other, Martin blushed and apologized as he looked at my smeared face. "Are you kidding," I replied. "I love my cum facial. If I couldn't get one directly from Robert and Bobby's cocks, the next best thing is to get one generously sprayed out of your ass."

 

Martin smirked. "You're a little bit of a cum pig, Q, aren't you? It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for."

 

Now it was my turn to blush. "You know, I would have never considered myself one before last night. But I think you may be onto something. I felt freed last night when I walked into the lounge with my face full of cum and put myself on display. I think I'll do the same now."

 

I turned to our group and said, "I suggest we get a drink in the lounge before we shower. Maybe the juice bar is still open?"

 

Luke rubbed my ass and kissed my forehead, tasting Trachtenberg cum. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Q. We'll have to be careful not to get oil, lube, or cum on the furniture."

 

Since Luke decided it was a good idea, everyone followed suit. Luke and I lead the way, walking hand in hand. He was completely covered in massage oil, sweat, and cum. I was mainly just sweat and cum.

 

Dan had gotten coconut oil all over his body, either from my smearing it on him or from his frotting on top of Luke. The rest of our group followed with dripping cocks, slobbered faces, and asses drizzling runnels of cum and lube.

 

* * *

 

The cool air of the locker room felt refreshing as we passed through on our way to the lounge. There were two guys – apparently friends – changing in the locker room. Watching them trying to conceal their surprise at the parade of 11 cummy, sweaty men passing in front of them was hysterical.

 

I was pleased to see Dan's friend still tending the juice bar even though it was 15 minutes past closing time. He had enough customers to make it worthwhile for him to stay open longer. I was even more pleased to see that he was still working naked. Perhaps that's why he had so many customers.

 

There were about ten guys in the lounge, which was more than I had seen before. All but two or three were nude, and many were hanging around the juice bar talking with the sexy naked gymnast barista.

 

Heads snapped, and jaws dropped as more of the guys noticed us. I felt emboldened and did not hesitate to make eye contact with the ones looking at me and offering a greeting. Of course, many people looked at my shiny Danish delight of a husband. Almost every set of eyes dropped to Luke's cock, which was still about 7 inches, hanging a little below horizontal after spending about 20 minutes inside Dan's ass.

 

There was a large glob of cum on the tip of Luke's penis, and his foreskin remained behind his corona. I was tempted to get on my knees and suck him clean, but I thought he was so beautiful that everyone should see him immediately after sex. Everyone did.

 

As we approached, the six guys hanging around by the bar separated. I smiled at them and asked whether they were waiting in line or if we could order. Most had difficulty finding their words, but one guy told us they were just hanging around. He took a step away to make room for us.

 

I told him, "Please, I don't want to take you away from your chat with the hotel's second-best barista. Step on up, and we'll squeeze in. No need to be shy."

 

I put my hand on the man's back to guide him to the bar. Luke was pressed to my left side while the new guy was pressed almost as tightly to my right. I smiled at him and rubbed his back, stating that I was glad the bar was still open.

 

The man, who was about my height but with a more buff body than mine, smiled back as he looked at my jizz and slime-covered face. "You smell like cum and ass," the man said flatly.

 

I laughed and replied, "I hope so. I spent a lot of time in my friend Martin's ass mining for the cum that Robert and his son Bobby dropped in there when they double-dicked him." I nodded my head toward each man as I mentioned his name.

 

The guy looked at the three of them with awe before he turned back to me.

 

I asked him, "Do you like eating ass? Because Martin's is one of the best, besides my husband, here, of course."

 

Luke smiled and greeted the man.

 

My new friend took a moment, then answered, "I'm straight. Mostly."

 

I patted his ass and said, "That wasn't the question. I asked whether you liked to eat a nice studly hole filled with a few loads of cum."

 

The guy bit his lip for a few moments. "Yeah, I've done it a few times. I haven't eaten cum out of another guy's hole too often, but I've loosened up a few holes with my tongue before fucking a guy."

 

"There you go," I encouraged. "There's no shame in admitting what you like. See that guy over there?" I nodded to Chuck, who was holding hands with Tyler. "That 16-year-old beauty has one of the tastiest asses I've ever eaten. If you come back into the steam room with us, I bet he'd let you eat him. If not, plenty of others would."

 

The guy stared at Chuck and Tyler for a minute, getting a dreamy look in his eyes. "God, he could be a movie star. He's so hot."

 

"He sure is hot," I agreed. "But he's also the sweetest guy you'd ever want to meet. His boyfriend, Tyler, is just as nice. I love them both."

 

The man had turned a little to look at the teens, and I felt his cock hardening and tapping on my hip. I pulled him tighter to me by his ass and rubbed my hip on his cock. He blushed when we made eye contact.

 

"There's no shame in admitting what you like," I repeated. "My name is Quentin, by the way. This is my husband, Lukas. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

 

"I'm John," the man said somewhat shyly. I looked into his green eyes and saw a curl of his reddish brown hair droop onto his eyebrow. I guessed he was about my age or perhaps a couple of years older. His swarthy complexion gave me Mideastern or north African vibes, but his features seemed pretty European. He must have an interesting background.

 

Although he had been in the showers, I could tell his haircut was expertly done. Probably one of those $300 haircuts at a fru-fru salon.

 

I played with his misbehaving lock of hair, noting how pretty I thought his hair was. "Of course, your face is much prettier," I said as I ran my finger over the arch of his eyebrow, down his nose, and across his lips.

 

John gave me a quixotic look. I thought I had done something wrong, so I apologized if I was too forward.

 

"No. That's not it at all," John said with a cute smile. "It's just that something in how you played with my hair took me back to my grandmother doing that exact thing when I was a boy. My hair color comes from my dad's side, but the curl and texture are from my grandmother.

 

"She is Moroccan and a mixture of French, Egyptian, Nigerian, and Greek. A little bit of everything," John joked.

 

"She sounds extraordinary," I said. "You're fortunate to have some of her looks. What do you get from your father's side?"

 

John thought for a moment. "Just bland American."

 

"Well, thank goodness for your grandmother to inject some interest in your family tree." John laughed in agreement.

 

While we spoke, Dan went behind the juice bar to help his friend service the onslaught of thirsty men. Of course, we got thirstier looking at the two naked baristas.

 

I waved the boys forward, assuring them the group of men wouldn't mind them squeezing through and rubbing themselves on each other. As they approached, I announced to everyone that the next round would be on me. It felt like a celebration.

 

That was met by several words of gratitude and several hands patting me wherever they could reach. One hand tried to grab my cock, but found John's instead.

 

His pretty eyebrows shot up, but he didn't pull away or otherwise react. I traced the arm back to its owner and told the man that, if I was his intended target, he had missed and was holding my friend John's penis instead.

The groper – a nice-looking man in his mid-fifties – looked at John and said, "Nice to meet you, John. Your dick feels at home in my hand. Do you mind if I keep holding it?"

 

John laughed, "I suppose not. But I might need it back shortly."

 

As our group was getting their orders placed, Dan introduced us to his fellow barista, Joseph. We were all happy to make his acquaintance. Joseph told me he was glad he stayed open later since he was getting decent tips, even if he wasn't on the clock anymore.

 

"They don't pay you overtime," I asked.

 

"Well, they would if I had gotten approval," Joseph shrugged, "But this was my decision since we were busy."

 

I got the crowd's attention and announced, "Our friendly baristas, Dan and Joseph, are staying past their shifts just because they are great guys. Your generous tips are their only earnings, so please show them how much you appreciate all they are doing for us."

 

I told Luke that I would go to our locker to see if I had extra cash in my wallet to put in the tip jar. He said I should check his wallet, too, and make sure I bring back at least $100.

 

John overheard me and said he would come with me and get some cash even though he had added a tip on his last order. The man fondling him reluctantly relinquished John's penis.

 

"Are you glad to be free of your admirer," I asked.

 

"He was doing a nice job, truth be told," John responded. "He wasn't aggressive. I might ask him to continue when we return."

 

"I bet you'll both enjoy that," I said, laughing. "What brings you to Chicago?"

 

"Business trip," he replied. "I thought I'd be returning to New York tonight, but someone I'm supposed to be meeting with got delayed returning from an international trip, so I'm going to be here until Monday or Tuesday."

 

"Well, I'm sorry for you but happy for me. Perhaps Luke and I can keep you from getting bored this weekend," I offered.

 

"That's the best offer I've had in a very long time, Quentin," John said as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

 

We arrived at my locker. I handed my wallet to John as I picked up Luke's wallet. I told him to look for some $20s in my wallet.

 

"You want me to go through your wallet," John asked with surprise.

 

"I'm standing here naked with you, my face covered in dried cum and ass juice from three – make that four – different men. I don't think I have anything to hide from you. And I know without a doubt that you're trustworthy. I see how kind your eyes are. You're a kind, generous, gentle man, John. You can't tell me differently."

 

"I'm a monster. I refuse to eat peas. I don't like cats. I can't change the tires on my car. Oh, and I'm also an ax murderer, but only on weekends. What are you doing tomorrow," John said, trying to keep a straight face. "And, you are hiding things from me. I don't know your last name."

 

"Forgive me, John. My full name is Quentin Matthew Collins. I am 32 years old and just moved from Weehawken to Jersey City, New Jersey. I don't know your last name either. Please tell me it's not Dolof"nos."

 

John looked at me and laughed. "You know Greek? So, from your name, I gather you were a vampire way back in ancient Greece? Or did someone bite you more recently?"

 

I hugged John as I laughed. "Finally, someone recognized my name and had the nerve to say it out loud. My mom was a huge `Dark Shadows' fan. My dad, Matthew, thought she was crazy for wanting to name me after a TV vampire, but she put his name in as my middle name, so he let her have her way, as usual."

 

I kissed John briefly on the neck, then opened my mouth and pressed my teeth into his neck. He began to laugh. I told him, "Now you're going to be under my spell, Mister ... I don't know your last name, either."

 

John laughed. "I think I've been under your spell for the last twenty minutes, Mister Collins. If I tell you my name, will you promise not to make fun of me?"

 

I looked into his eyes to see a vulnerability that wasn't there before. I held his face. "I'm sorry, John. I don't need to know your name if it troubles you. Forget that I mentioned it. I'll be Q, and you'll be John, and that's all we need to know.

 

"Now, John, tell me how much cash you extracted from my wallet," I said, trying to change to subject back to something more comfortable.

 

"No." He said.

 

"No? You didn't find any money?"

 

"No. First, I'm going to introduce myself to you," John proclaimed. "Quentin Matthew Collins, I am John William Alexander Pierpont Morgan Hamilton. Some of those names probably sound familiar to you, so we'll get it all out of the way right now.

 

"My great grandparents were William Pierson Hamilton, a great-great-grandson of Alexander Hamilton, the first Secretary of the U.S. Treasury, founder of the Coast Guard, the Federalist Party, and the New York Post newspaper. My great-grandmother was Juliet Pierpont Morgan, daughter of J.P. Morgan, the banker, and – ironically – a later part owner of the New York Post.

 

"I am also tangentially related through marriage to the Wanamaker family of the great Philadelphia department store. I am a collections development lead at the museum started by my great-great-great-grandfather's rare book and manuscript collection, now known as The Morgan Library and Museum in mid-town Manhattan. I specialize in incunabula and illuminated manuscripts.

 

"I'm in town to meet with people at the Newberry Library to arrange for the lending of some materials from their `Center for Renaissance Studies' collection for an exhibit we're planning for next year.

 

"I think that covers the basics," John concluded with a sigh.

 

"Shit," I said.

 

"It's a lot," he agreed.

 

"We can't be friends," I told him.

 

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'll let you be," John said sadly.

 

I grabbed his hand. "I can't forgive you for selling the Post to the Murdochs. I also work for one of your competitors. Eight generations ago, your ancestor founded our chief competitor. What would people say if they found us consorting?"

 

John looked at me for a moment, then smirked, realizing my joke. "Is that all?"

 

"No," I continued. "I moved from Weehawken because my absentee landlord left my apartment go to shit. I lived on Hamilton Ave. Your name gives me flashbacks."

 

"Well, perhaps, if I work hard, I can redeem my name and replace unpleasant associations with more pleasant ones," John offered.

 

"You'd have to work really hard," I cajoled. "Really, really hard."

 

"As hard as I get," he agreed. "As far as the newspaper goes, nobody in any branch of my family has had anything to do with it for over 100 years. I hope that exonerates me."

 

I kissed him again to convey my forgiveness. He surprised me by licking my face. "I like your face covered in cum," he sighed.

 

I giggled and licked his face in return. "I like your face." I left it at that.

 

John waved three $20s at me. "How much did Luke have?"

 

I showed him the same amount. "I think that will make for an appropriate tip," I mused.

 

"Let me get something from my wallet," John said as he opened a locker two down from mine and Luke's. "It's only fair since I had been monopolizing poor Joseph for many minutes. I couldn't seem to force my feet to carry me away from him."

 

"He is completely adorable," I agreed. "Perhaps he will join us for the night? Would you like that, sweetie?" I nibbled on the tip of John's nose.

 

John furrowed his brow. "Am I spending the night with you?"

 

"Oh, well, yes, please. I hope so. Didn't I invite you," I stammered. "Except for my work friend, Yoshi, it's going to be just family, so you'll feel at home."

 

"Am I family," John asked in wonder.

 

"Yes, of course, you're family. Don't you feel it," I asked. "You don't know how much we love you?"

 

"How can you love me? You didn't even know my name until a couple of minutes ago," John said.

 

"Minutia," I replied dismissively. "You love me, don't you? And you didn't know I was a vampire until just a couple of minutes ago. We're family, just like I knew immediately that Luke and I were family. We call each other husbands, but we've known each other for only 24 hours. Maybe the three of us will be husbands?"

 

"So, the three of us will be spending the night together," John asked.

 

I laughed. "No, sweetie, the family is a little larger than that. There will be the Iowa branch of Robert, Bobby, Tyler, and Charles; Martin Dempsey from the North Carolina branch; the Illinois branch is still coalescing with Daniel and his father Michel, Declan, and Luiz Garza and his son Pedro. Finally, I think Tristan, the bartender, will probably bunk with us, as will my work friend Yoshi. Perhaps Joseph would like to join our party?"

 

John's jaw dropped. "All of us in one bed?"

 

"No, Bonny Johnny," I said with a finger bop on John's cute nose, "I don't think 15 or 16 of us will fit in one bed. Luis called in a favor with his friends on the hotel's housekeeping staff to set up extra beds in our suite. It might still be tight, but I don't think we will mind."

 

We returned to the lounge, which had taken on a lively cocktail party atmosphere. Our group was mixing with random other men as Dan and Joseph kept busy serving drinks.

 

Most of the guys were standing and mingling, but a few were seated. Tyler sat in Chuck's lap on a leather club chair. Michel and Robert flanked Declan hip to hip on a sofa, making puppy dog eyes at each other and intermittently discussing something that looked somewhat serious.

 

John and I worked through the room to the juice bar and dumped our cash into the tip jar. I had forgotten to ask John how much he contributed, but I saw at least a couple of $100s in the roll he dropped. I contributed the $120 from Luke and me.

 

Both baristas were too busy to notice, but they, too, looked as if they were having a great time.

 

I ended up in front of Joseph. If I were wearing clothing, I would put him in my pocket to take him with me. He asked what I wanted. I didn't know. I asked what he thought I should have. His eyes twinkled.

 

"I think you might enjoy my own avocado, pear, and berry concoction. I call it `Joe's avocado surprise.'"

 

He was so cute that I would have gladly taken a can of dog food from him. I asked if I would like the surprise.

 

"I think so, Q. It's a little exotic, just something I add to make it healthier," he offered.

 

He turned around to start putting ingredients into a blender. I didn't mind looking at him from behind. He was almost a slightly more petite version of Dan, which is a high compliment.

 

I looked around and caught Luke's eye as he was talking with Sonu and Donovan Grover, the Prince Albert piercing couple. They all appeared to be laughing at something. Luke's smile shone brighter than Donovan's nipple piercings.

 

"Here you go, Q," Joseph interrupted my lusting after my husband. "If you don't like it, I'll substitute another drink."

 

I took a sip, then another. It was delicious. I tasted avocado, berries, a hint of pear, vanilla, and cinnamon. There was something herbal in there, too, but I couldn't identify it. Everything was well balanced for a complex flavor profile.

 

"This is wonderful, Joseph," I enthused. "I love the layers of flavors. Can I know the surprise ingredient? Also, what is the sweetener?"

 

Joseph looked genuinely pleased to know I liked his creation. "The secret ingredient is raw Manuka honey. I think it gives the fruit flavors a good base, and it's loaded with great medicinal properties."

 

"Ah, so that's the sweetener, too," I asked.

 

"No," Joseph answered, seemingly pleased to trap me. "Manuka is a very thick and gritty honey, with more of an herbal taste than sweet. I use agave for sweetness."

 

I took another sip and examined all the spots on my tongue the drink lit up. "You're a genius, Joseph. Thank you for this exceptional treat. I could kiss you!"

 

Joseph surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me first. "Thank you, Q," he said after a short but very pleasant smooch. "I'm having a blast with your group tonight."

 

I kissed him back and extended an invitation for him to join us in our suite after our upcoming round in the steam room, which we were already late for.

 

"Are you planning to use me as a sex toy in an all-night orgy, Q?"

 

"No, my friend," I replied quietly. "I am inviting you to join a group of like-minded men who love each other and want to share their bodies and hearts. I hope that, if you decide to join us, you will feel cherished by all of us. I couldn't forgive myself if you were to feel used in any way."

 

Shit. I was crying again.

 

John Hamilton heard our exchange and put his arm around me when he saw my distress. Joseph was unsure what to say, but I saw his eyes watering too.

 

He finally wiped his eyes with his thumbs. "It's contagious," he muttered.

 

"I'm sorry, Joseph," I said. "I'm a crybaby. I wear my heart on my sleeve."

 

Joseph laughed. "So, where is your heart now," he said as he looked at my nudity.

 

"Touche," I joined his laughter. "Please feel free to join us, even if you can't stay all night. I know everyone in our family will fall in love with you."

 

John paddled my ass. "Are you in love again, Q? How many men are you in love with?"

 

"All of you," I admitted. "I don't see the point in pretending. I love you, John Hamilton." I turned to Joseph. "I love you, Joseph ... Joseph."

 

"Sikorsky," the baffled barista offered.

 

"I love you, Jospeh Sikorsky. I love Dan, too," I said as Dan finished making a drink order and offered me a kiss.

 

"I love you, too, Q," he said with a look that made me dizzy. Dan kissed Joseph and told him he loved him, too. "Please join us tonight, Joe. I know that you will love these guys. I know my dad will enjoy making love with you. Believe me, you will enjoy his talented ass as much as I do."

 

Joseph's eyes widened. "You make love with your father?"

 

"Yes," Dan answered without hesitation. "I've been in love with him all my life. He's the first man I made love to; after ten years, he's still my favorite. I can't wait for you to fall in love with him as I have."

 

I looked at Michel and realized I was smitten with him, too. I made my way to Luke and suggested we round up the cats to head back in for one more session in the steam before retiring to our suite for the night.

 

Luke seemed excited to move the party to our room and agreed that two rounds in the steam would suffice for tonight.

 

I moved around the lounge and told our family that we were heading back to the steam before showering and going upstairs. That enticement was enough to get them all moving.

 

Dan and Joseph had served all our drinks in unbreakable lidded cups, so we were free to take them with us. Dan said he would stay behind to help Joseph clean up from the onslaught of business they got at closing time.

 

I reminded Joseph that he was to accompany Dan and become part of our group. He seemed hesitant and eager in equal measure.

 

"None of these sweet and kind men will pressure you to do anything you're not comfortable doing," I assured him. "On the other hand, I don't think any of them would be shocked at any requests you might make of them.

 

"But, I would be happy to sit and hold your hand if that's all you want. Well, maybe a kiss or two?"

 

Joseph kissed me briefly. "That's one," he said with a smirk. "You have one more left in your account. Use it wisely."

 

I whined. He laughed as I turned to go back into the steam.