The heat and steam hit me hard after having a too-long break in the men's lounge. But no amount of heat would have kept me from enjoying Luke's arm around me as we sat with John Hamilton on one of the long benches.

 

"I missed you tonight," Luke said as he nuzzled the side of my face. "We were apart all the time tonight except for the time we were together. That was too much to bear. The time together wasn't enough, I mean. Not the time apart. That was too much. I have never loved anyone like you, Q. I want to be with you – in you, on you – all the time."

 

I love Luke so much, especially when he's sentimental, cute, and boyish. I could melt when he looks at me with that yearning in his eyes. I hope he knows how much I love him.

 

"I missed you as well, my Prince of Denmark," I agreed, trying to keep my lust in check. "But we have so many friends to look after all of a sudden, including our beloved John. We can't be selfish. Have you two even gotten proper introductions to each other?"

 

Both men shook their heads. I introduced my husband to my excellent friend. Not being one of those cold and standoffish types, Luke wrapped his enormous musculature around the surprised man and told him how happy he was to make a new friend, planting kisses on both cheeks.

 

John was smart enough to lean into the embrace and countered with two kisses on each of Luke's cheeks.

 

I told Luke how John needed new friends because of his deprived childhood. "John's family was associated with The New York Post," I explained with exaggerated pity.

 

"Oh no! That's terrible," Luke played along. "How are you dealing with it?"

 

John laughed loud enough to turn heads in the steam room. "I'm taking it one day at a time. It's all one can do, isn't it?"

 

I explained that John works for the Morgan Library and started talking about how I loved their illuminated Gregorian chant manuscripts collection.

 

"I took a music history elective in college," I explained. "We had a guest lecturer on the history and development of European music notation. He brought along a few examples of chants with a single line indicating the home pitch and markings of various shapes showing whether to go higher or lower in pitch and where melismas would go.

 

"Eventually, the single line turned into three lines, then the five lines with the various clefs that we know today, along with rhythmic notation and bar lines.

 

"I've gone to the Morgan probably a couple of dozen times over the years for different musical manuscript exhibitions, among others."

 

John looked at me with wide eyes. "Well, fuck my ass, Q. I thought you were joking when you said you were a fan of incunabula. You're a straight-up dork, aren't you?"

 

"Guilty as accused," I declared. "Except for the straight part. But I thought you would fuck my ass, John, not the other way around. Whatever. I'm versatile. If I get to eat your ass first, I'll be happy."

 

"I look forward to it," John said with a sexy smile.

 

Luke looked from John to me. "I'll just catch up on my reading while you two enjoy each other. It's fine. I don't like sex anyway: it's too messy."

 

I laughed and bit my husband's nipple. "My love," I said to him, "I have plans for you. Extraordinary plans."

 

"Go on," Luke urged with a sexier smile.

 

"Well, you haven't made love to me yet. I want to rectify that – as it were – tonight with all our family gathered around," I explained. "I hope I'm not being too egocentric, but I want us to show everyone how we love each other as they encourage us and share their love with us.

 

"It's weird, I know, but it seems somehow wrong that we should make love hidden away and alone. It should be a group celebration."

 

Luke squeezed my hand. "Our love is bigger than the two of us, isn't it," Luke agreed. "We owe it to our family here to allow them to participate in our lovemaking. It's how we can share our blessings."

 

Shit, I was crying again. What a pussy. Luke kissed my cheek. "I can't wait to show our family how much you mean to me, my most precious Q."

 

I turned to John while wiping my eyes, "And I want you to be part of the celebration, too. I hope the boys vote you into the family," I continued with excitement.

 

John looked at me quizzically. "You mean I could get voted off the island?"

 

I laughed. "Well, when you put it in those terms, yes. Bobby, Tyler, and Charles seem to become our de facto vetting committee. If they trust and accept you, you're in the family as if you were a blood relative. If not, then you're just a visitor. That's how Declan became a family member earlier this evening."

 

John stared at the three teens, Tyler in the middle being cuddled from either side by his boyfriend and foster brother. "They seem like special young men. They would each do anything to protect each other. I can tell just by the way they are holding each other. They're like puppies in a litter."

 

"They're the sexiest puppies I've ever seen," I observed.

 

"Would you introduce me to them, Q," John asked. "I promise to be on my best behavior."

 

I took his hand as I explained, "It won't matter if you're on your best behavior or not: they will see through any artifice. Just be yourself."

 

"Oh god, not that," he joked.

 

* * *

 

The boys sat side by side with their eyes closed, but they all noticed the shadow we cast on them as we stood before them. I apologized for interrupting their reverie as I introduced my new friend, John.

 

Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck greeted John with smiles, but I noticed that John's gaze kept returning to Tyler. Chuck soon noticed and smiled at me with his all-American teen model smile.

 

I tried to initiate a conversation between Tyler and John. I asked John to tell Tyler a little about himself. All that came out of the well-learned man's mouth was a string of nonsense syllables. He was literally babbling in front of Tyler.

 

"I think you've left John speechless," Chuck observed while trying not to laugh.

 

Tyler was stunned since most people thought Chuck was the pinnacle of male teen beauty. "I'm sorry. What did I do?"

 

John tried to turn and walk away, but I grabbed him by the hip and spun him around so that he ended up walking in a circle and coming to a stop before Tyler again. John turned crimson from head to toe.

 

I prompted him again to tell Tyler a little about himself. "Tell Tyler where you live, John. Let's start with something easy."

 

John took a breath. "I live at 123 East 35^th St., New York, New York, 10016. My phone number is 332-617-1819."

 

It took all my strength not to laugh at the befuddled man. "Excellent, John. That was more specific than I had in mind, but you got two coherent sentences out of your mouth. Good on you! Is there more you would like to say to Tyler?"

 

John put his hands to his face and spoke through his fingers. "I work at a museum where I spend my days looking at some of the most beautiful things created by humankind in the last 800 years, but it all fades to dust compared to your beauty, Tyler. I have never seen anyone as handsome as you. Every inch of you stuns me with an otherworldly beauty. Are you an angel? Do you really exist? I must be hallucinating."

 

Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck stared at John, slackjawed. Tyler stood after a few moments of silence and wrapped his arms around John. John dropped his hands from his face and embraced Tyler. "You are real, Tyler!" He sounded genuinely surprised. "You feel perfect. You smell perfect."

 

The two stood still holding each other for more than a minute, with John almost fearing to breathe lest he break the spell and Tyler would vanish. John kissed Ty's neck. "You taste perfect."

 

Robert took notice of the commotion and came over, thinking Ty was having another breakdown like last night. "Is everything alright, Ty," He asked his foster son.

 

"I don't know, Dad. I think I broke John's brain," Ty whispered. That was precisely what he did.

 

Robert watched as the handsome, swarthy man clung to Tyler, his taunt muscles flexing as he began to rock and move his arms around the perplexed 17-year-old. Robert gently placed his hand on John's back. "Are you doing well, my friend?"

 

John seemed to be transported back from another dimension. It took several seconds for his eyes to focus and a flash of recognition of his surroundings to come over his face.

 

John looked at Robert and smiled. "You already know. I can see it in your face."

 

"What do I know," Robert inquired.

 

"You know I'm privileged to hold one of his generation's most extraordinary young men. Tyler needs to be cherished and protected – by all of us. But you see that already as his father."

 

The boys had been so distracted by their workout with Michel and Dex that they didn't see John observing them – some might say, "perving" them. But John's keen powers of observation and scrutiny of the tiniest details of people's interactions gave him remarkable insight.

 

John scrutinized Robert for a moment. "You took Tyler into your family, not because you pitied him, but because you yearned for him just as I do – as we all do. You couldn't stand the thought of being separated from him. Don't worry: Tyler's needs and your desires aren't mutually exclusive. Both can be met with resounding success. They must be. Tyler deserves a man generous with his love like you to guide him."

 

John turned his focus to Bobby. "The same goes for you, Bobby. You're a horrible actor. You don't put up with Tyler sharing your bed. You crave it with all your being. Stop trying to categorize your love for your brother. It's not gay, straight, friendship, or incest. It's everything all at once and nothing like anything else in the world.

 

"You love everything in Tyler with everything in you, Bobby. That's the way it should be. Your love for Tyler makes you a more loving young man. Celebrate each other. Rejoice in each other. Be proud of your love for each other because it takes nothing away from your love for others. The right girl will appreciate that. A girl who doesn't accept it isn't the right girl, simple as that. Don't settle. You deserve a partner as special as you. You deserve to be loved as thoroughly as you love Tyler."

 

I looked at Robert. His expression told me that everything John observed in the few minutes that he knew these guys was the absolute truth. He looked simultaneously stricken and proud.

 

"Finally, poor Charles. I feel sorry for you. You're not the boyfriend Tyler needs because you're afraid to be." All eyes shot to the 16-year-old beauty.

 

"After a year of being with Tyler, you still can't allow yourself to accept that Tyler is better than you. Let me make it clear: Tyler is better than you. Tyler is wa-a-ay better than me. Tyler is better than Bobby and Robert, too. And guess what? We're still all great guys. But Tyler is better.

 

"Accept it, Chucky Cheese. You are spectacularly handsome, sweet, caring, and kind. But Tyler is the best person you will ever meet in your life. And he chose you! This pinnacle of manhood looked around and said, `Him. I choose Charles Beck.'

 

"You fear that you are underserving of Tyler's love. That's beside the point. We are all undeserving. Count your blessings. Be the strong supportive man that he needs you to be. You don't need to be the center of attention. That's not where your worth comes from, my friend. Your worth is evidenced by how well you love. Show us the man you are by how well you love Tyler.

 

"You and Bobby must share your hearts, bodies, and minds unreservedly and unrelentingly with Tyler. The world will have never seen a power as undeniable as the love and commitment shared by this beautiful triumvirate as you move through the world together."

 

All the while John was lecturing, he kept a tight grip on Tyler, who had his face buried in the crook of John's neck, flushed with embarrassment.

 

Martin, who had joined the group after Robert came over, asked John where all of that came from. "I wish I had your insight, my friend."

 

John smiled and kissed Martin's handsome face. "You know, some of the best painters in history were mediocre at rendering feet: Botticelli was no good at all; Da Vinci was good, but he exaggerated proportions; Michelangelo was outstanding, but nobody surpasses Salvador Dali in painting exquisite feet and hands.

 

"I looked at Tyler rubbing both Bobby and Chuck's feet with his own – the way their toes danced with each other with complete comfort and acceptance. All their feet are lovely, but Tyler's struck me with their extraordinary lines. I thought, `even Dali himself couldn't create something so perfect.' Then I looked at the rest of this perfect man – who is now miraculously in my arms – and realized it only got better from the ankles up.

 

"It is like somewhere in the billions of billions of galaxies, some creature said to his friends, `What if we pooled all our resources and talent, took our time, and created the best homo sapien in three million years?' Voila! Tyler was the result."

 

"You're so full of shit, you'd better put on a diaper," Tyler complained into John's neck.

 

We all laughed.

 

"It is all true, my friend," John said. "But, I hope you realize that your extraordinary gifts also come with extraordinary responsibility. Trust Robert completely. Like the rest of us, he wants only the best for you. Trust your strength. You've already shown your bravery, but you'll have to do it repeatedly throughout your life. Don't hesitate to shine. We are all supporting you."

 

Robert laughed. "So, you're paying child support, now, John? Thank you."

 

John laughed. "Of course, I will, my friend. Great suggestion. My support isn't just pats on the back and words of encouragement. You have three growing teens. I probably have more money than sense. You'll spend it far more wisely than I."

 

"No, John, I was joking. Please. We are doing fine. We don't need your money," Robert pleaded.

 

"Fine isn't good enough. I have spoken. I am a stubborn and spiteful man. You will start seeing a weekly deposit in your checking account by the time you get home," John lectured, finally letting go of Tyler. "And, if you complain, I will double the amount."

 

"I won't tell you my bank account number," Robert pouted.

 

John kissed Robert's cheek while rubbing the coach's chest. "You sweet, beautiful man. Your naiveté is adorable.

 

"Oh, Robert, another thing: make the offer to Dex. Everything will work out. The school will allocate the money." John said while surreptitiously winking at Michel, who slyly smiled back.

 

* * *

 

Declan looked around the room, apparently the only one in the dark about the discussions taking place about him. "Say what, now? What offer?"

 

Robert sat next to Declan. "Nosey Nellie over there must have excellent hearing. I saw the way you interacted with the boys during our workout session. After talking to you in the lounge and hearing about your educational background, I decided you would be the perfect man to be our new strength coach at Quad Cities Academy, assuming the board approves creating the new position.

 

"Is that something you'd be interested in? I don't even know if you have a job now or your current circumstances, other than that you live in Sterling," Robert confessed.

 

Dex smiled. "Wow, I would probably like that a lot. I thought I would do strength coaching privately or for a college. But my physical education degree comes with a teaching certification for kindergarten through 12^th grade in Illinois, so it's possible. And, after working with these guys tonight, I have to say the idea is as attractive as they are."

 

Robert looked overjoyed and patted Dex's thigh. "Iowa doesn't have automatic reciprocity with Illinois, although there is an interstate agreement acknowledging education and experience in the other state. You would have to apply for teaching credentials in Iowa, but that doesn't apply to coaching positions, only to classroom teachers.

 

"Is there anything other than gravity keeping you in Sterling?"

 

"Not really," Dex said with a chuckle. "I work at a private campground outside of town. I lead exercise classes and other activities and help in the office. It doesn't utilize much of my education, but I like the easygoing atmosphere. And I live rent-free in a small mobile home on the grounds."

 

Robert thought for a minute. "Well, a school will certainly be a more structured environment than a campground. But we at Quad Cities Academy are a pretty easygoing community, too."

 

"Well," Dex hesitated, "When I say `easygoing,' I mean it's a naturist campground. I like being naked as much as possible. Since I live on the grounds full-time, I've already gone more than two weeks without putting on anything except sneakers and sunscreen.

 

"I almost see it as a defeat when I have to get dressed to go into town for groceries or to get supplies for work."

 

Robert almost howled with laughter. "Oh my God, you're going to fit in perfectly, Dex. Maybe you didn't hear me speaking with Donovan and Sonu before when I explained that we encourage our boys to take physical education classes naked.

 

"It is required for swimming – absolutely no textiles allowed in the pool – but it's strongly encouraged for all other activities. Our philosophy is that once the boys overcome being self-conscious about their bodies, they can concentrate on being their best selves. They can also accept their friends as they are.

 

"I am almost always naked at work, so it's natural. We celebrate our physical, intellectual, and creative selves at Quad Cities, so we're not squeamish about being natural around each other.

 

"Just last week, I was called to the main office. I forgot I was naked and strolled across campus and the entire academic building. Nobody I greeted along the way thought enough about my nakedness to mention or react to it.

 

"Dr. Steinmetz, our principal, laughed at me when I arrived in his office. He reminded me there was a booster club director's meeting and asked if I wanted to get some clothes before going into the conference room. That was the first I realized I was naked. I decided against getting dressed: it seemed too far to walk.

 

"Nobody in the meeting seemed to mind. Quite the opposite, in fact. They reinforced the ethos my casual nudity represented as what they are trying to engender at the school. I got several positive comments for modeling openness a comfort with myself for the students, which I greatly appreciated."

 

Dex looked at Robert with a broad smile and wide eyes. "I'm sure they didn't mind a bit. This sounds like my kind of school! How many kids are enrolled?"

 

"This year have our highest enrollment ever: 730 boys in years nine through twelve," Robert answered. "There are almost 800 in the girls' school. That campus is across the river in Rock Island, several miles away from ours. We're companion schools under the same umbrella organization, but we're run independently of each other.

 

"I think you should come to visit and meet some people," Robert encouraged. "You could shadow me for a day or two and help run practices and gym classes. I know the kids would love you. You could see for yourself how fun it is to work naked around these wonderful boys all day.

 

"Truthfully, most of my students have never seen me with clothes on. I don't think they would recognize me!"

 

* * *

 

Declan and Robert sat smiling at each other for a minute. Finally, Dex rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait till tomorrow to tell my dad about this. He's been telling me that one day soon, I'm going to have to pull on my big boy pants and get a real job. I can tell him that the former is no longer a prerequisite for the latter."

 

The room erupted in smiles and laughter.

 

"That settles it, then," Robert proclaimed. "You'll stay with us at the house while you're visiting. Stay as long as you want – forever, if you want. None of us will kick you out of our bed, will we, Chucky Cheese?"

 

Charles laughed. "Damn right, we won't."

 

"You all share a bed," Dex asked incredulously.

 

"We didn't before, but we've decided we're going to once we get home," Robert explained. "We're sharing one bed here at the hotel and decided it's the right thing to do for our family."

 

The boys all looked elated at the prospect of Dex working at their school and living with them. Tyler and Chuck had already had the pleasure of welcoming Dex's cock in their asses. Bobby decided he would like the challenge of trying to deep throat Dex's thick cock and tasting his load.

 

Tyler climbed onto Declan's lap and initiated a sloppy kiss. "What time are we going to the hospital tomorrow, Dex," he asked. "We want to meet our second bonus dad! "

 

"Second bonus dad?" Robert asked. Chuck grabbed Martin, kissed his lips, and said, "I love you, first bonus dad."

 

Martin was surprised and moved at Chuck's affection. He took a moment to find his voice. "I love you, too, third bonus son."

 

The sight of Martin and Chuck in each other's arms sent my cock pointing skyward. Looking at Luke melts my heart, but Martin's tight, cut, perfectly proportioned body – especially his sculpted thighs – sends me into a lusty fog.

 

* * *

 

Dan and Joseph had finished cleaning up the juice bar and closing it for the night. They strolled into the steam room, smiling about some work-related antics.

 

I turned and hailed our baristas. They blushed as the room erupted in cheers and applause. I approached Daniel, disregarding my hard penis, and embraced him with a kiss and a proclamation of love. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have you as a friend."

 

Dan and I kissed for a couple of minutes while Joseph got wrapped up in Luke's arms until Michel begged to be let in on the action. That started a veritable receiving line for the two baristas. We were eager to show our appreciation for them as friends and bartenders.

 

It took almost ten minutes for us to complete our greeting of Dan and Joseph. Everyone freely shared words of love, even Declan and John, who were both new to the group. John's admiration for Joseph was evident early on by his inability to stray from the juice bar while Joseph was working.

 

That reminded me that I hadn't gotten the boys' official imprimatur on declaring John a family member.

 

I looked around to see where the charming Mr. Hamilton had alighted. I found him in a pushup position over a reclining Martin, casually laving the psychologist's balls and seven-inch erection between bits of conversation. Martin, whose intertwined fingers behind his head made it easy to keep eye contact with John, seemed at ease speaking with his new friend while getting a tongue bath on his genitals, as one does.

 

Every time I look at John, I am impressed with his understated musculature. I stood and admired the couple for several moments. John is not cut like Martin, but he is lean and has more muscle mass than one might suspect before seeing him flex. His biceps and glutes were swollen with the effort of supporting his weight on just his hands and the balls of his feet while nibbling the underside of Martin's cock.

 

I felt almost bad for interrupting their moment. Almost. I waited for John to move down to Martin's balls, then leaned in to take the tip of Martin's cock in my mouth. It was delicious, with ample precum and traces of John's saliva mixing. There were hints of John's slushie, too, which he had just finished.

 

I briefly forgot why I had approached my cherished friends. I sipped several expulsions of precum from Martin before sharing his nectar in a brief kiss. "I hate to interrupt your time with John, my love, but I need to have the boys sort out his official family status so that we know if we have to send him to the showers."

 

Martin smiled and licked my lips. I was attracted to Dr. Demspey immediately upon seeing his taut muscled body. But now, I am drawn to his inexhaustible supply of kindness and patience. His eyes show his acceptance of people just how they are while helping them reach their life goals. He's already made great strides in that regard for all the boys, but especially Tyler.

 

Our long gaze into each other's eyes communicated our admiration for the other. I promised to find a substitute for John and asked if he had any requests. "I will be thrilled to spend time with any of these men. We've hit the jackpot, my love," Martin said with a hint of moisture in his eyes.

 

"We have hit the motherlode of jackpots," I agreed. I stood and surveyed the room. I needed John and the boys for the election, which meant I'd have to pry Tyler off Declan's lap, freeing the bodybuilder.

 

Michel looked elated to be sitting with Joseph, getting his tits nibbled by the boyish-looking gymnast/barista. I thought Luke should be with me to welcome John into our family.

 

I interrupted Yoshi, Dan, and Declan's casual conversation to inform Dex that the Privy Council would meet to consider John's inclusion in the family.

 

"I know they'll make the correct decision," Dex said.

 

"They?" I replied. "You are part of the Privy Council, too."

 

"Me? I thought it was just the three brothers," Dex asked with confusion.

 

"It was three brothers when there were three brothers. Now there are four brothers, so there are four members on the Council," I explained.

 

"Yeah, but those are the real brothers," Dex reasoned. "I'm an add-on."

 

"You have as much shared DNA with any of those `real' brothers as they have with each other," I reminded him, noting that only Bobby is a blood relation to Robert.

 

Dex thought for a moment, then smiled as he walked toward his brothers with a new sense of belonging.

 

I turned back to Yoshi and Dan to ask if one or both would be willing to ensure that Martin didn't suffer from social isolation. Yoshi looked especially eager, but they both sprang into action.

 

Dan was nibbling on Martin's ear, eliciting a gurgling giggle from the handsome 44-year-old, while Yoshi used his mouth to work Martin's chest and abdomen. They slowly made parallel tracks on their way to Martin's leaking seven inches.

 

Yoshi asked if Martin wanted to be fucked, but he told my workmate that he would wait until we moved upstairs. It seemed they had things under control, so I turned my attention back to John.

 

Tyler, Chuck, and Bobby were sitting together with Robert. Ty and Chuck made room for Dex to sit with them – but only enough space to sit pressed against each other, sharing their sweaty bodies.

 

I stood holding hands with Luke, who had told me to take charge of the proceedings. We took a moment to admire the view before I spoke with mock seriousness. "Young men of the Privy Council," I began, "We present for your consideration the case of John William Hamilton, resident of New York City, art historian, museum curator, an admirer of beauty, marvelous conversationalist, and generous tipper."

 

John stepped forward, looking uneasy, but standing with his shoulders back, inviting the lads' scrutiny of his naked form. I gestured for him to turn so the boys might observe his backside for a few moments. After repositioning him to face forward, I continued.

 

"I submit that, in the short time I have known this charming man, he has demonstrated upstanding character, sensitivity, discretion, generosity in word and deed, sincere interest in improving the plight of others, equanimity of spirit, and proper judgment.

 

"I further attest, as the four members of the Council can see plainly, that John is fit and handsome, with a smile as warm as any you are likely to encounter. He is an excellent kissing partner, and his skin tastes delicious.

 

"I know in my soul that John Hamilton would be a worthy addition to our family and that he supports our values."

 

I kissed Luke's hand and asked if he had anything to add. "I fully endorse all my husband's statements on our dear friend's behalf. I would add only that I believe John to be exceptionally kind and a true gentleman. I feel privileged to know him."

 

Luke kissed my cheek. "Was that alright, sweetie," he asked.

 

"You are perfect, my love," I swooned.

 

I turned to John and wrestled an upwelling of giggles from taking over. "Would the candidate wish to speak on his own behalf?"

 

John cleared his throat and started to speak several times, unsure how to begin. He finally took a breath.

 

"I came to Chicago to conduct business and return home without distraction. I never dreamed my life would be upended by a chance encounter in a locker room. I thought I learned what family was over my 34 years. I have an extended family tree going back generations, with dozens of ancestors about whom I've memorized stories and lore.

 

"But I knew instantaneously what a real family is when I met you four young men and your father. Your devotion to each other is quiet but absolute. You don't have to announce your love for each other to the world because you live it. Even Declan – the newest among you – has demonstrated that practical love.

 

"I do not presume myself worthy of being included in your family, but I will cherish and support you regardless. Knowing that people like you exist in this world fills my heart with hope and joy.

 

"Thank you for your consideration. I cede my time back to my advocates."

 

I think John forgot that he was not in an actual court of law. He stepped to the side but left himself open to our visual scrutiny. As he turned, the misbehaving mahogany curl again dangled over his right eyebrow. I don't know why that lock of hair makes him so adorable.

 

I took two steps to him and kissed him briefly, tasting the sweat coming off his upper lip as I twirled his hair back into place. "You were eloquent, my love," I complimented him. "I couldn't have spoken better if I had days to prepare."

 

Bobby stood. "The Privy Council will adjoin to the next room to conduct our deliberations."

 

Tyler, Dex, and Chuck scrambled to their feet and followed Bobby out of the steam room. I looked at John and was about to laugh when I saw the worried look on his face. This was not a joke to him.

 

No sooner had the door closed than it reopened, and the quadrumvirate returned, sat on the bench, and held hands. Bobby whispered something to his father, who nodded in assent and squeezed Bobby's shoulder.

 

"Will the movant, John William Hamilton, and his advocates stand before the Council," Bobby declared with officiousness. Luke and I took John's hands and took our place about three feet from the boys.

 

"After long and – at times contentious deliberations," Bobby announced, referring to the approximately seven seconds they were out of the room, "The Privy Council soberly came to a unanimous decision. John William Hamilton, you are welcomed into the Trachtenberg family with the high honor of the irrevocable title `Uncle John, brother of Robert Henry Trachtenberg.' Congratulations! May you bear the responsibility – uh, responsibly," Bobby concluded, unable to keep up the act.

 

John wrapped me in a breath-expelling hug, then received similar treatment from my husband. The newest Trachtenberg turned to the four smiling brothers. He smiled back at them, but tears were streaming down his cheeks. Tyler noticed first and lept to him. "Uncle John! Uncle John! What's wrong?"

 

Bobby, Dex, and Chuck immediately surrounded Uncle John to soothe and comfort him. They made it clear they weren't going anywhere until the tears stopped.

 

"Thank you for trusting us with your tears, Uncle John," Chuck cooed. "If you want to tell us, we would be happy to know where they are coming from. If not, we'll just stay here until you feel better."

 

When I started contemplating how impressed I was with Chuck, Dex embraced Uncle John from behind, his biceps bulging and his gorgeous back and glutes flexing as he held his newly-appointed uncle. "Relax and let go of everything, Uncle John. We've got you. Just be yourself. We love you."

 

The four boys had their faces pressed to John's as they whispered susurrations of love and support. Robert came over to check on his new brother but did not interrupt, satisfied that there was nothing more to be done than to wait out the episode.

 

A few minutes passed. John sighed. "I love you, Tyler, Bobby, Chuck, and Dex. I was crying because I realized this is the first time in my life that I felt I've been seen for who I am, not my family history or bank balance. I was crying for the past, not the present. I am happy. Now."

 

Hands and lips wandered all over John's body. We were all dripping with sweat, so the slick, shiny boys had no problems sliding around Uncle John. I couldn't tell if John was boned, but I saw that all the boys were. After a few changes in positions, I saw Bobby's eight inches slide against John's matching eight inches while Dex bent his knees a little to slide his seven-inch erection in John's sweaty trench. Oh yeah, John was fully boned. Ty and Chuck were on either side.

 

The teens and their new 22-year-old brother did not take long to transition into grunting, humping beasts as they approached their orgasms. Surprisingly, Uncle John was not far behind.

 

Tyler was the first to shoot up John's left flank, followed a few seconds later by his boyfriend on John's right. Dex arched back, pressing his cock tightly in John's crack, and fired three ropes on his uncle's shoulder blades and back.

 

Bobby and Uncle John leaned back so that their matching large penises were their only contact point. I don't remember who started first, but I counted nine ropes of cum shooting above their heads and landing primarily on John's face but with some on their chests. It was a beautiful sight!

 

The boys waited a few moments until they could catch their breaths, then immediately went about licking John clean. They shared frequent cummy kisses with each other and their uncle, who seemed to still be in ecstasy.

 

The quadrumvirate worked in unison as they slowly descended John's body. They turned him at agreed-upon intervals so each one could taste every part of him. John offered no resistance or questions and generously maintained his erection throughout.

 

Each brother got a chance to practice their deep throating skills on their uncle. Each one aced the test. From the sounds spilling out of John's mouth, they also aced the analingus test. They stayed on John's ass and cock for several minutes.

 

Robert stepped to the group and caught John's eye. "How is my baby brother doing?"

 

John lolled his head to the side and said breathlessly, "Fine, thank you. And you?"

 

Robert laughed. "It would seem so. They must like their uncle very much because they've never given their father such treatment."

 

Bobby dislodged John's cock from his throat and said to his dad, "Not yet, but soon. Count on it."

 

Robert mussed his son's wet hair and replied, "I do count on it. I am proud of you boys for how you love my beloved brother."

 

John's smile at Robert conveyed his joy at the realization that he not only had four young, sexy, and horny nephews but that he had also gained a sexy-as-fuck elder brother. John stretched his left arm to guide Robert's face to his. The lucky bastard now had five Trachtenberg mouths on him, probing, sucking, licking.

 

The group had everyone's attention and envy. I couldn't decide whether I was more jealous of those licking John's fine body or of my new friend's position as the center of five men's attention.

 

The six slowly untangled. John looked drained but euphoric. Our time in the steam room lasted longer than planned. I sensed we were all at our limits with the heat.

 

Luke felt it, too, and suggested to our group that we should hit the showers for a cooldown. He offered that we should shower in groups of two or three so we don't monopolize all the showers.

 

* * *

 

The showerheads were close enough that it was more like rings of people at each four-head set rather than pairs under each head. We ended up forming circles, all facing the same way. At my station were Luke, myself, Dan, Michel, Martin, and Yoshi.

 

Tyler, Chuck, Bobby, Declan, Robert, John, and Joseph were similarly situated at the shower tree next to us.

 

Luke instructed that if someone is washing your back, do a reach-around and clean the front of the person in front of you. Then we will turn and do the opposite.

 

I washed Luke's front as someone washed my back. Luke's height and massive build meant I had to press against him to reach his neck, chest, abdomen, genitals, and legs. It was great fun exploring my gorgeous husband with soapy hands, as our physical connection facilitated our spiritual connection.

 

We did not need to ask the other what felt good or what they desired because we both felt the other's body, and I happily offered my body to my partner.

 

I wasn't sure whose hands were on my back, but I knew it was someone I loved, so it didn't matter. Whoever it was, he did an excellent job of massaging as he washed. He also did a nice job with two or three fingers working my ass. I was fully erect by the time he withdrew.

 

When we rinsed and turned, I found my hands on Yoshi's back as Luke reached around and began to wash my chest. I summoned my willpower to split my concentration between the pleasure I wanted to give to Yoshi and that I was receiving from Luke. I sensed Luke's amusement at my predicament, reveling in our complete openness to each other.

 

Luke felt my erection and stroked me slowly. I told him that Yoshi had worked my ass with his fingers and given me a stiffy, so I was returning the favor. I didn't have to tell him since he felt Yoshi's ass through my touch. I also didn't have to tell him the image that formed in my mind.

 

Luke soaped my cock. "That was sweet of him. You are going to give him this as a thank-you present?"

 

I affirmed my intention wordlessly.

 

Since Luke is about four inches taller, he had no problems looking over my shoulder as he held my cock and helped line me up with Yoshi's ass. Since Yoshi is about three inches shorter, I spread my feet and bent my knees so Luke wouldn't have to yank my cock uncomfortably low.

 

I pulled my fingers from Yoshi's ass, only to hear him moan in disappointment. "Don't stop, Q. I was just getting into it," he complained.

 

"I think you might like this better," I teased. "But only if you want it."

 

"I want it if it's what I hope it is," Yoshi chirped.

 

Luke guided me forward. Yoshi felt me pressing my chest on his back. Then he felt the tip of my six-inch erection touching his anus.

 

"Yes," he hissed. "I want it."

 

"Go for it, baby," Luke encouraged. "Make our friend feel nice."

 

Yoshi's anus opened quickly, and I found it surprisingly easy to fuck him in this position. Since I was squatted a bit, I could thrust up and into him. I held still once I bottomed out and asked if he was feeling alright.

 

"Oh, yeah, buddy, I feel fine. Do whatever you're going to do. And thanks for the special attention," Yoshi said.

 

"Thank Luke," I answered. "It was his idea, more or less."

 

"Thanks, Luke, for fucking me with your husband's fine cock," Yoshi called over my shoulder with a smile. "I hope to return the favor soon."

 

Luke laughed. "I'm sure that will happen upstairs. It just seemed a shame to waste such a fine erection."

 

Yoshi and I got into a nice relaxed rhythm. I didn't plan to cum in his ass, and I didn't think he was expecting more than a polite petite fuck in the shower. Luke went back to working my chest. He knew my tits weren't a big erogenous zone for me, so he didn't hesitate to work them hard, knowing it wouldn't cause me to blow my load.

 

I had avoided casual hookups with coworkers throughout my career. Now that I was fucking Yoshi, I wondered why. If the two of us wanted to have a good time with each other, and there was no coercion, why not? We were both on the same level of the organizational chart, so it's not like one of us could reward or punish the other.

 

Even standing, Yoshi knew how to work his rectum to pleasure me. I tried my best to provide him pleasure, too. We edged a few times but wordlessly decided to postpone the main event until we were upstairs.

 

Luke nibbled my ear and said he also looked forward to having my cock inside him. He read my desire for him to be inside me and growled with growing need. "Soon enough, my love."

 

I sensed Luke opening as Martin sank his brilliant seven-inch, laser-straight cock into my husband. Luke and I flushed with love for our generous friend. I had to remind Luke that we had agreed to hold off his penetrating me until we got upstairs and could celebrate our union with our friends.

 

I felt his eight inches of magnificence drizzling with precum and desire. I shared my overwhelming love for him, and we redoubled our commitment to postpone our union. Instead, we could concentrate on making Martin and Yoshi feel as much pleasure and love as we could convey.

 

I adjusted my angle of approach on Yoshi, and his shudder told me that I was hitting the right spots. "I don't want to cum," he reminded me. "Not yet, Q."

 

I held still with him fully impaled on my cock. I wasn't close to blowing at this point, so I just enjoyed the rectal massage Yoshi was giving me, I think subconsciously.

 

I looked around to see that Yoshi and I – along with Luke and Martin – were not the only ones fucking in the showers. All the Trachtenberg men – along with Joseph the barista and husbands Sonu and Donovan Grover – formed a ten-man circular fuck train under the neighboring shower station.

 

It looked like a purely recreational fuck, not serious lovemaking, from the smiles and mischievous giggles I saw and heard coming from them. I was a bit surprised to see the Grovers participating: in my previous encounters with them, I got the impression that they didn't engage with other partners. But nobody would turn down a fuck like Donovan was getting from Declan or his husband Sonu was getting from Joseph.

 

I saw five other guys at the other two shower stations, with three seemingly unrelated people at one and two guys whispering together. They were all hard. One guy was unabashedly standing facing the fuck circle while stroking his substantial cut penis and fingering his ass for us all to observe. He looked like he was having a great time, but also like he wanted to participate. We locked eyes a few times and shared smiles.

 

Luke read my mind. The next time we caught the guy's eye, Luke beckoned him over. He stood before us proudly stroking what appeared to be a longer than seven-inch fat cock.

 

"My husband and I are saving our cum for later, but I'll fuck you, and you can fuck him if you think that would be fun," Luke invited.

 

"Yeah, that sounds fun," the guy said as he pulled some precum off the tip of his cock and spread it over his shaft. "Do you care if I dump my load in your husband's ass," he asked Luke since he seemed to be making the decisions for both of us.

 

I wasn't insulted since Luke initiated the invitation and already knew my preferences. Luke told him that I would enjoy getting my first load of the night from him.

 

The guy looked at Martin still fucking Luke, then at Luke's eight-inch cock, with his foreskin pulled back and freely running with precum. "That's a beauty you got there," our new friend rightly observed. "I can't wait to feel it in my ass. Don't worry about being polite or gentle. I like a good enthusiastic fuck."

 

Luke promised to deliver a good hard fuck, but he extracted a promise from him to take it easy on my ass until I give the go-ahead.

 

I was still embedded to the hilt in Yoshi's ass. I asked him how he was doing, and he told me I could start fucking him again whenever I was ready. I told him I'd take this new cock in my ass first and get used to it. That was fine with Yoshi.

 

"Ready when you are," our new friend announced. He stood about 6'2" and looked like a prototypical Greek athlete, with straggles of wet hair on his shoulders, four days of growth on his face, and a moderately thick coating of hair down his torso.

 

He might have trimmed his hair lightly, but a lot was left. I generally prefer men hairless like my husband, but this guy carried off the hirsute look without reminding me of a barbarian.

 

The guy stepped between Luke and me, but Luke kept his hand on my shoulder, so we were still connected telepathically or spiritually, or however it was that we read each other's minds.

 

"Is your hole slicked up enough, bud," he asked me as he put a couple of fingers inside me. The intrusion surprised me, but he was gentle enough and highly skilled at ass play, leaving me to feel full but happily comfortable.

 

"Luke prepared me well," I told him, "but I'm not prepared for a brusque entrance."

 

He smiled as I looked over my shoulder. "I might look like a brute, but I don't condone uninvited pain. I promise to respect your boundaries and limits."

 

"Thank you, kind sir. Commence the fucking," I declared with a laugh. It crossed my mind to ask his name, but I decided it didn't matter: Luke was going to fuck him; he was going to fuck me. Then he was going to go about his life with pleasant memories.

 

Our interstitial lover kept to his word. The entrance of his enormous cock through my anus was very comfortable. He didn't need to be told when to ease up or proceed because he had an innate sense of his effect on me.

 

He sighed into my ear as Luke entered him. "Your husband promised to give me a rough ride. If that transmits to you, please let me know, and I'll tell him to ease up."

 

"That won't be necessary," I explained as I moaned in pleasure. "As long as he keeps a hand on me, he'll be able to read me empathetically. We have a connection that is much more profound than words."

 

It was extraordinary to feel Luke plowing our friend as plainly as I could feel our friend plowing me. I resumed my movement inside Yoshi, and the four of us found a mutually agreeable rhythm.

 

The force of my fucker's thrusting slowly increased, but I still felt fine. His long cock was pressing on my prostate with every stroke, but something in Luke's touch conveyed to me his ability to forestall my orgasm. I could feel immense pleasure through my prostate but simultaneously relegate it to a lower stratum in my consciousness.

 

I was not able to give Yoshi the same power. Within about three minutes, he was whimpering, again on the precipice. I managed to ask if he wanted me to stop between my moans and grunts. Yoshi told me he wanted to cum. He couldn't hold off any longer.

 

Luke knew what Yoshi told me, so he picked up his assault on our friend's ass, who picked up his assault on mine, which spurred me to give Yoshi everything I had.

 

In less than a minute, Yoshi and our anonymous friend were grunting their orgasms. I felt my ass filling with five powerful ejaculations and held onto my work friend as he landed more substantial loads onto Dan's back.

 

I quieted myself, as did the two men behind me. I felt on the edge of cumming, but I was confident I would not because of Luke's gift of mentally compartmentalizing my stimulation.

 

I squeezed my fucker's deflating cock with my ass muscles, eliciting a quiet groan followed by a chuckle. Yoshi turned his head and smiled, looking drained. I suppose he was. I was still hard, so I pumped Yoshi a few times to gauge his reaction. He told me he couldn't take any more, so I slowly withdrew from him. He let out a long, satisfied sigh.

 

I performed more ass calisthenics on my fucker, who asked if I wanted another round. I declined but thanked him for the good time. I heard him saying to Luke, "That was exactly the kind of fuck I needed tonight. And your husband has a great ass, but I'm sure you know that."

 

Luke squeezed my shoulder and said, "Everything about my husband is better than I could have dreamed. I hope you thanked him for giving you a place to get off tonight."

 

I felt the wilting – but still substantial – cock slide out of my ass. The man rubbed my ass cheeks and then wrapped his arms around my chest as he nuzzled the side of my face.

 

"Thanks for playing with me tonight," he said barely above a whisper. "You guys are a great couple. I'm not one of those sappy, lovey-dovey guys, but I can tell that you two were destined to be together. It's like you're one person in two bodies, if you know what I mean."

 

He kissed my cheek more tenderly than someone who is not a sappy, love-dovey guy would. I thanked him for the kind words and the nice load he had left in me. He thanked Luke again and went back to his shower station to wash.

 

* * *

 

I felt Luke thinking into my consciousness about how sorry he feels for the guy for feeling he has to tamp down his emotions. "I could sense he wanted to tell you more, but he wouldn't let himself," Luke transmitted to me.

 

Both groups had finished our fun and were wrapping up our shower time. I don't think any of the guys in the fuck circle came. Yoshi and my anonymous fucker were the only ones to have shot a load so far.

 

We returned to the locker room as we wiped ourselves with the small shower sheets. I saw our friend retrieving a pair of grey smart-casual shorts and a linen shirt from his locker. He was still naked as I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to look at me, and his handsome appearance struck me.

 

Now that his hair was drying, it was curling and forming dark, shiny cascading locks to his shoulders. His hazel eyes were set off by moderately thick black eyebrows that had the most subtle of arches. His nose was laser straight and relatively thin, as were his lips, but his smile was downright sexy.

 

I kissed his lips briefly, which took him by surprise. Before he reacted further, I spoke. "You enjoyed your casual hookup, I trust?"

 

He nodded with that sexy smile.

 

"It's curious that you decided to – literally – cum between my husband and me. If you had wanted just a fun hookup, I would have thought you would have joined our friends having a raucous fuck circle at the other shower tower. Instead, you decided to join the only two people who might be making love."

 

He looked like I was about to unmask him, which I was.

 

"You conveyed my husband's love through your body into mine. You felt every bit of our love for each other and bathed in it. You pretend to be Mr. No-Strings-Attached, but you crave love like Luke and I have. And, you know what? I hope you get it. The man who falls in love with you will get the most loyal and committed lover, just like I have."

 

His eyes misted, so I kissed him again. "I have great fun being a big, emotional crybaby. Let yourself feel love. Even a broken heart is better than an unfeeling one. I love you. I can't wait for you to meet the man of your dreams. He'll be the second-luckiest man in the world after me."

 

Luke overheard our exchange, wrapped the man from behind, and bit his ear. "You were a sweetheart in the shower. Thanks for making love with us. I hope we can do it again sometime."

 

I could see his eyes fluttering, imagining another lovemaking session with us. All his defenses fell away, and he sighed in defeat, with the last of his false bravado evaporating. "Fuck. I wish I didn't have to go back to Los Angeles tomorrow."

 

We wished him a good flight. Then I realized that Yoshi was also going back to Los Angeles tomorrow. I wondered if they might be on the same flight. People at my company generally get Friday afternoon as their travel time, so there are no work commitments beyond noon.

 

I called Yoshi away from his conversation with Dan, Michel, and the rest of our group, none of whom appeared to be interested in getting dressed. Yoshi took a few steps in our direction and seemed appreciative of the sight of our new friend.

 

"I know there are probably a dozen flights to LA tomorrow," I said to my workmate, "but our friend here is also traveling to LA tomorrow, so I was curious if you might be on the same flight."

 

I looked back and forth from Yoshi to the other guy. It wasn't love at first sight, but I could tell they were both pleased to be in each other's company.

 

Yoshi's face lit up as he introduced himself. "I'm taking a United flight at 3:40 tomorrow afternoon. I hope to get on the 12:30 train to the airport, so I have two hours to get through security. O'Hare is a crapshoot whether it's going to take twenty minutes or three hours to get through the TSA line."

 

We all agreed on the TSA's unpredictability in Chicago. I did my quickest, subtlest up-and-down on our friend to see his five-inch flaccid cock growing just a little from his thick but maintained bush. The anonymous man looked at me for a few seconds, then sighed and stepped toward Yoshi.

 

"Hello, Yoshi Hirano," he took pains to pronounce Yoshi's name precisely as Yoshi had. "I am Atlas Ioannou. I'm very pleased to meet you."

 

We – especially Yoshi – were surprised to see Atlas wrap himself around the man who was six inches shorter, planting kisses on both cheeks as he approached. Yoshi recovered quickly and responded in kind. They kept holding each other as Atlas stood up to look into Yoshi's enraptured gaze.

 

"I'm sorry to say that we're planning wheels up at 6:00 pm. We have two cars scheduled to pick us up here at 4:45. There'll be plenty of room if you'd like to share. But we're flying into Santa Monica, not LAX. I hope your car won't be stranded there."

 

Atlas kept one hand on Yoshi's back and moved his other to squeeze the stunned man's shoulder in encouragement. It took a few seconds for Yoshi to catch up. "No, I took the train to the airport. Wait, are you inviting me to share your private jet?"

 

"Not mine, just one my boss chartered to get us where we need to be on time," Atlas explained with a chuckle. "When we touch down in Santa Monica, three of us – and you, I hope – will get off, two more will get on, then the rest will be on their way to Banff in time for their night shift."

 

"What kind of shift work involves private jets," Yoshi asked incredulously. "Are you in the mafia?"

 

A deep laugh echoed through the locker room as Atlas embraced Yoshi again, then kissed his forehead. Luke and I exchanged a brief look acknowledging how comfortable Yoshi appeared being held in the tall, dark, and handsome Greek man's arms, and how much Atlas seemed to be enjoying holding Yoshi.

 

"It's worse than the mafia," Atlas said. "We're movie and television people. We're in town to scout locations for an upcoming production. I work as a location manager, negotiating contracts, applying for local permits, talking to neighbors, negotiating tax breaks with the local film office, and all sorts of terribly boring grunt work to ensure we can use a property the way we need to without causing too much disruption to the neighborhood.

 

"I'm here with my assistant, a set designer, a director of photography, and a production designer, the last two who have to get to Banff tonight for a night shoot. We also have two dogs in tow. The jet can hold ten passengers, so there are plenty of empty seats."

 

Yoshi looked agog at Atlas. "You're a movie star! You certainly look like one, even for Los Angeles."

 

That remark got Yoshi a firm kiss on the lips. "Please come home with me," Atlas almost pleaded. I wondered if he used the word "home" intentionally.

 

"I mean, I suppose it couldn't hurt to change my plans," Yoshi mused as he snuggled in to Atlas's embrace and rubbed his face on the hairy man's chest. "I can arrange for an Uber to pick me up. It shouldn't be a big deal."

 

Atlas rolled his eyes. "Where do you live, Yoshi? I can see that you get home safely tomorrow or whenever."

 

I almost laughed at Atlas's transparent play for Yoshi's company. Poor Yoshi was clueless.

 

"I have an apartment in a complex next to the Spanish consulate on Wilshire," my workmate said. "Is that on your way?"

 

"I'm not sure where that is," Atlas answered.

 

"I'm right on Wilshire between Highland and La Brea," Yoshi specified.

 

"Shit, I live just off Wilshire, across the street from Getty House," Atlas exclaimed.

 

"Well, la-de-freaking-da," Yoshi said with a laugh. "You and the mayor are neighbors? Does he invite you over often?"

 

"It can be a traffic nightmare," Atlas said. "Thank god this mayor doesn't live there full-time, but there are enough tours, receptions, and staff retreats to keep it busy.

 

"The house staff are really nice, though. A couple of them have become pretty good fuck buddies. But, as you may have figured, I'm away a lot, so we don't see each other regularly. Maybe you'll meet one of them this weekend."

 

"Am I coming home with you," Yoshi asked, finally catching up to Atlas's thinking.

 

"Yes?" Atlas said, realizing they hadn't explicitly agreed on that. "Stay with me tonight, and we can talk about it."

 

"Oh, well," Yoshi started, "I kind of already have a commitment for tonight."

 

I put my hand on Luke's ass, and we wordlessly agreed to let Yoshi have it both ways.

 

Luke put a hand on each man's back and said to Atlas, "Yoshi agreed to come to a little to-do my husband and I are having in our room. Why don't you join us? It's just a few of us friends. In fact, these gentlemen here."

 

Atlas looked at our assembled family and smiled. "Thank you, but I don't want to intrude."

 

"Nonsense," I added. "You've already dumped a load of cum in my ass, and we didn't consider that intrusive."

 

Atlas almost winced when I reminded him of our fuck session. He looked apologetically at Yoshi, obviously wishing it was his ass he had fucked instead of mine. Yoshi laughed and grabbed Atlas's now six-inch cock. "I'm pretty sure I would call this `intrusive,'" he joked. "Maybe you were just getting warmed up and need another round to show what you can do?"

 

The tall, hairy Greek man sighed at Yoshi's touch, then looked at me. I reassured him that we wanted him to join us. "And, you're already dressed for the occasion, so there's that."

 

That remark got a wide-eyed response. "I didn't know it was that kind of party."

 

"Now you know," I said with a wink. "You guys can stay all night or however long you want. I have a feeling you will both fall in love with the rest of these guys like Luke and I have and won't want to leave them alone."

 

Yoshi and Atlas looked around the room to see all our family smiling and nodding at them with encouragement. Atlas looked down into Yoshi's dreamy eyes and said, "I'll let you decide where we go, Yoshi."

 

The smaller 26-year-old looked up to Atlas and laughed, "You suck at being a location manager if all you do is tell someone else to pick the location."

 

We all laughed at Yoshi's impertinence, including Atlas, pecking Yoshi on the lips. "My job is to clear hurdles in getting the production team the locations they want. It's not my preference that matters, Mr. Hirano; it's up to you."

 

While the couple was making googly eyes at each other, I turned to Dan and asked him if he could find another g-string for Atlas so that we could initiate him into the ISO. He slipped off to get one.

 

In the meantime, I grabbed my g-string and pulled it on to set an example for the group. Luke followed suit. My pouch almost instantly went straight out when I saw my sexy husband in the next-to-nothing garment.

 

Robert smiled while watching me lust after my husband. "Is the International Stringers Organization going to walk en masse to your room?"

 

I told him I thought it would be a good idea to help establish our group identity. The guys began to dress in their matching g-strings, each one looking sexy as hell in his way.

 

Dan came back from his office and offered Atlas his uniform. "Welcome to the club, Atlas," Dan said. "I hope you'll wear it with pride."

 

Atlas looked almost giddy to be included in our group and slipped the g-string on immediately. I thought he might look ridiculous in it because of his trimmed thick body hair, but he looked hot – like I'm-going-to-fuck-you-until-you're-passed-out hot. It made me rethink my affinity for shaved men.

 

But then I looked at Luke, who is shaved from neck to toes, and changed my mind back again. Nobody is sexier than he is. I felt myself literally drooling as I looked from Luke to Dan to Michel, who are also hairless.

 

Poor Yoshi's pouch was stretched to the limits with his 6¾-inch erection throbbing inside it. He was quivering with lust looking at Atlas.

 

We were all dressed and ready to roll within a few minutes. As the 14 of us moved into the men's lounge, which had only a handful of guys relaxing, Michel suggested we stop in Ballroom 4D, where the concierge told us two guys were having a bachelor party the night before their wedding.

 

I thought about it for just a second. "I bet they would enjoy our crashing their party, but I wouldn't want to humiliate the dancers they hired. You guys would put their dancers to shame. Besides, I'm anxious to get our own party started. We have three guys waiting for us in our room."

 

The guys in the lounge did not attempt to disguise their ogling of us, all of us wearing only our scant g-strings, with some of us carrying gym bags or backpacks. Heads also turned as we walked through a couple of gym rooms to the main entrance and the hotel corridor.

 

I felt suddenly unsure of myself and took a few moments to convince myself that I was brave enough to carry off walking around 99% naked in public. Luke took my hand, sensing my apprehension, and kissed my cheek. "Are you afraid you're too sexy for your g-string, babe? Because I think you are. You should take it off."

 

I laughed but felt instantly comfortable at his touch.

 

I laughed again because I was disappointed that we encountered only a few people on our way to the elevators. I had prepared myself to be an exhibitionist and felt robbed of the opportunity.

 

We crowded into two elevators and went to the 22^nd floor. I felt my heart overflowing as we walked silently down the hall to our suite. I knew it was going to be an unforgettable night.