I've been fucked often. I've been sucked more times than I can count. I've been made love to several times. But I've never been cherished the way I feel cherished by Luke. He doesn't treat me like a delicate, hothouse flower; it's more a combination of desire, respect, and admiration.

 

I don't know how to show him how much I love him because I've never loved anyone this much. I don't have to try to express it since one touch from either of us to the other opens us up entirely to each other's thoughts.

 

Luke is astounded at the depth of my love for him as he glides his 9-inch scepter into me. He senses me trying to tamp down niggling thoughts of unworthiness, and I sense him wondering if he is good enough for me.

 

I am astounded that this 6'4" muscle god from Denmark, who is more handsome, sexier, kinder, and more thoughtful than I could have dared to hope for in a man, would have self-doubts about his ability to love me. He is the epitome of confidence in all other aspects of his life.

 

We laughed into each other's minds at our assumptions about the other and vowed to accept each other as we are – strengths balanced by weaknesses.

 

Ten minutes ago, we were standing in the bedroom of our suite, making out while surrounded by 15 naked men who have become instant family and friends. We had invited them for a sleepover and arranged for two more king-size mattresses to be abutted to our bed to create an enormous gathering place where we could spend the night piled together.

 

I'm not usually one who likes to have eyes on me, while Luke doesn't give a flip whether someone is watching him, whether he's working out in the gym, getting massaged naked in the steam room, taking a dump, or making love.

 

Our silent connection tells me he's not an exhibitionist. He just genuinely is unphased. He is the same in private as in public. He is unpretentious and willing to laugh at his mistakes. He is more than happy to have others laugh along with him. He doesn't think of mistakes or missteps as bad things: they are learning opportunities for him.

 

He knows I am less self-confident – perhaps more narcissistic – because I care what people think of me. But I'm trying to get over it.

 

Nevertheless, standing amid this group of men and teen boys, I am as uncaring as Luke about what they see. I am happy they will witness us demonstrating our love for each other.

 

Luke begins to nudge me toward the bed, where I move unhesitatingly. Someone – I think it's Martin, the university psychologist – suggests that I lie supine sideways across the center mattress so that there is more room for the other 15 men to gather around us.

 

We had asked that all of them touch Luke or me as we make love, somehow knowing our mysterious connection would be extended to them.

 

Several pairs of hands help me into position, and I can already feel a breaking down of barriers between us. I look into Robert's eyes and acknowledge his eagerness to fuck me after Luke is finished. I know that part of the wrestling coach's eagerness is the desire to feel Luke's cum inside me as he adds his load.

 

I can't argue with that! I encourage Robert to fulfill his fantasy, assuring him that I am happy to help him do so. I am also excited to have that gorgeous hunk of a man inside me and "tell" him so.

 

Luke put a hand on my knee, immediately opening another channel of communication. I feel his pleasure at having Chuck and Tyler, the 16 and 17-year-old boyfriends from Davenport, sharing my husband's 9-inch erection between their mouths.

 

Both Luke and I feel their struggle to remember to give Luke as much pleasure as they are receiving by sucking, kissing, licking, and nibbling his splendid cock and balls. Luke and I thank them for their efforts, knowing that the maelstrom of teen hormones often makes boys greedy and forgetful.

 

Declan, the 22-year-old shredded bodybuilder whom Robert plans to hire as the strength coach at Quad Cities Academy, is sitting on his heels behind my husband, his hands on Luke's magnificent ass, waiting for the go-ahead to pull those glutes apart and start rimming.

 

Luke wordlessly asked him to give him a moment to enter me. I feel more and more hands, legs, arms, and mouths touching us. The additional touches are like rocket fuel for my desire to be loved by Luke and his desire for me.

 

At the touch of Luke's throbbing penis to my anus, I feel transported out of my body. No. I am transported into my body: I know every cell's role in this communal lovemaking. Being used as a conduit joining us all feels like the essential purpose of my existence.

 

I open my sphincter and pull Luke's penis into me, fighting the urge to gobble it up, instead wanting him to control how he loves me. Seventeen souls – including Luke – laugh in unison at the futility of trying to resist his penis. It is the most magnificent one I've ever touched or tasted, but it's far from the best thing about him.

 

Our friends – even the newest ones like Atlas Ioannou and Tristan Robert – know now why we asked them to touch us as we make love, and all are ecstatic to be part of the experience.

 

I feel an urge to speak my love to Luke, but John Hamilton kisses my lips with the most exquisite gentleness. I transmit John's happiness to the group, and everyone is delighted to feel the kiss from the formerly serious art curator now known as "Cookie" in our circles.

 

Tyler Pickett, the 17-year-old foster son of coach Robert Trachtenberg, couldn't remember all of John William Alexander Pierpont Morgan Hamilton's names, so he called him John William Alexander Cookie Monster Hamilton instead. The name took immediately, and we all now feel John's delight at being part of a group that loves him enough to tease him and his deep American ancestry.

 

I thank Tyler for his silliness and, even more, for his and Chuck's thorough job of getting Luke's cock sloppy enough to enter me so comfortably. I don't have to tell them how good it feels because they all feel it.

 

My brain is processing multiple streams of stimulation. Luke has established a satisfying slow and deep rhythm in my ass and has given Dex the green light to start rimming him. We all "hear" Luke convey to Dex that he hopes the stunning Black bodybuilder will start fucking him soon.

 

Everyone also hears my surprise at how much Luke craves getting Dex's thick seven inches inside him. Luke laughs at me and jokingly chides me for wanting all the fucking action for myself. We all know I am happy to share. But Luke isn't wrong that I want all the guys to fuck me. But they can fuck him, too.

 

That thought prods Tristan Roberts, our 18-year-old bartender, to remove the nipple clamps attached with chains to his leather collar. He puts one on Luke's nipple and the other on mine. Since the chains have him attached between us, Tristan makes good use of his entrapment by sucking my cock. I love the feeling of his footlong dreadlocks tickling my lower abdomen as he moves around my cock with exceptional skill.

 

My other nipple is being nibbled. I don't have to open my eyes to know that Pedro Garza – the 18-year-old bellhop to whom Luke I I gave a key to our suite to use whenever he wants – is nibbling my tit and batting his long eyelashes at me, his golden-brown bedroom eyes twinkling at me. I am convinced the flashes of light emanating from his glassy puppy-dog eyes are coming from his soul.

 

Luis Garza, Pedro's dad, who is fucking Joe Sikorsky, Dan's fellow physical trainer and barista, confirms Pedro's inner light and is happy that we can all experience it simultaneously. Pedro thanks his father for teaching him how to be a good lover and offers his body to all of us. I assure the young bellhop that we love him as a man, not just as a beautiful taut, smooth, sexy brown body.

 

And also his innocent yet naughty dimples.

 

Since we can all read each other's thoughts, Pedro knows how smitten I am by his adorable dimples. I encourage him to use their power only for good. He promises as he shifts his position to get under Tristan as the young Black bartender continues to pleasure me orally.

 

Pedro wants Tristan's 10½ inches inside him. Tristan wants it, too. We sense that the two teens, working at the hotel part-time while going to school, will be a couple by daybreak.

 

The group of us catch our breath as Tristan smoothly enters Pedro's experienced ass and savors the feelings the young Mexican-American is transmitting to him.

 

I remember the tattoo on Tristan's heart proclaiming that it belongs to James Roberts – Uncle Jimmy – with whom Tristan lives and has been in love since before he went to kindergarten.

 

I silently ask Tristan if there is room in his heart for more than his beloved uncle. He laughs and assures us that all of us have already found a place in his heart and that Jimmy would be thrilled to join our band of lovers.

 

Pedro flashes an image of him being double penetrated by Tristan and Uncle Jimmy. Tristan licks my penis from base to tip as he teasingly tells Pedro not to be so greedy but quickly assures his new lover that he and his uncle would be happy to share Pedro's ass.

 

I wonder if I could handle being double penetrated. Luke laughs at me and tells me he is sure I could. I tell all of the assembled truthfully that I can't imagine feeling better than being made love to by Luke.

 

I spend the next several minutes concentrating on Luke. He is approaching his first orgasm of the day, and I encourage him not to delay it: there will be many more orgasms for all of us as the night unfolds. I am confident that all of us have at least five loads to expel tonight.

 

We are entirely dissociated from our bodies, allowing us to merge into one consciousness for the duration of our joint orgasm. It probably lasted a few seconds, but it felt like we were melded for decades, happily laying our psyches bare to each other.

 

The rest of the group felt our love and physical pleasure, but they didn't share in the union of our souls – that was a special gift for the two of us.

 

Luke pumped six or seven shots into me as I came into Tristan's mouth. Neither of us mourned the ending of the orgasm since it left us closer than we had dreamed possible.

 

Cookie Hamilton wiped the happy tears from my eyes and kissed my forehead. Luke and I agreed that he should make love to Cookie next.

 

* * *

 

I didn't feel empty when Luke withdrew from me because his cum was doing something inside me that I couldn't explain. It was infusing me with Luke's essence. I couldn't wait to return the favor.

 

Tristan removed his nipple clamps from Luke and me, then slid away from my cock with a mouthful of my cum.

 

Declan was still pumping his seven inches in and out of my husband's ass, with the two of us encouraging him to continue as Luke switched to entering John Hamilton.

 

Since Luke just came, we knew it would take a while for him to seed the art historian, but we were all okay with that. Nobody was going anywhere in a hurry.

 

Robert Trachtenberg, the wrestling coach, was waiting for a signal to enter me. I told him I was ready any time he was.

 

Pedro also withdrew from my other nipple so he and Tristan could swap my cum between their mouths even as the bartender fired his first load into the young bellhop's ass.

 

I had an unobstructed view of Robert's superbly developed body as he sank his 8-inch erection into my welcoming ass. He leaned down to kiss me. Holy crap, but he was a great kisser!

 

I felt something on my forehead as Robert and I kissed while he made love to me. It was Cookie Hamilton's beautiful 8-inch cock. My husband was fucking him so well that he was ready to cum.

 

I silently asked Robert if he enjoyed men cumming on his face as much as I did. He told me we were about to find out since it would be his first time.

 

We both urged Cookie to cum whenever he wanted. The 34-year-old was as happy as he had ever been. I was grateful that Luke and I played a part in allowing John to enjoy his sexuality free from self-judgment.

 

The entire group celebrated as we felt Cookie's orgasm build. Robert pulled his face just a little from mine to give Cookie more room to slide his penis on my nose and cheeks.

 

The first shot hit Robert and my tongues as we licked each other's mouths. It was delicious. I suddenly wanted every ejaculation that Cookie would make for the rest of his life.

 

Four more great shots of cum coated my cheeks, nose, forehead, and eyelids. Robert pressed his face against mine, smearing the cum around and entrapping Cookie's penis between us. He humped our faces and gave us two more ejaculations as a special bonus.

 

Robert and I maneuvered Cookie's spent cock between our mouths and gave him a slow, appreciative tongue bath.

 

Robert licked Cookie's cum from my eyes but left the rest of my face coated, just the way I liked it. I didn't need to hear Robert's deep groans to know he was approaching his peak.

 

My lover groaned into my neck and bit my shoulder as he had – according to his thoughts – the most powerful orgasm of his life. We both knew part of it was because his cock was coated in Luke's cum. I didn't need to understand to accept that Luke's cum was working its magic on both of us.

 

Dex had cum in Luke's ass at the same time that Luke came in Cookie. Cookie flopped down, exhausted and happy. Dex and Luke joined him for a loving post-orgasmic three-way cuddle. I committed the sight of them to my memory. Then I cried at their bodies' beauty and their love for each other.

 

I thanked Luke for sharing himself with us so freely. He also thanked me and said that it must be odd to be the manifold of 17 men's love. He didn't really have to wonder about it since he knew all my thoughts and feelings as well as I knew his.

 

* * *

 

Bobby Trachtenberg wanted to deposit his seed where his father had just dropped his load. I gladly invited him into my ass but decided I wanted to switch positions: I would ride the 17-year-old wrestler's cock. Bobby's penis was slightly larger than his dad's but smaller than Luke's.

 

For a heteroflexible teen, Bobby sure knew how to make a man feel good. Both he and his dad were proud of the young man's sexual prowess, as well they should be.

 

Dan Archambeau asked if I was willing to try double penetration. Dan's 7.5-inch intact penis was almost equal to Bobby's, but I had a feeling that the fairy dust in the air tonight would mean nothing but pleasure for all of us.

 

I sat down on Bobby's cock and leaned forward to kiss him. I wondered if Robert had taught his son how to kiss or if their superior skill was inherited. Bobby projected several images of his dad's hands-on kissing lessons into my brain. I almost came right then.

 

I felt a hand on my back as Dan lined up his cock with Bobby's at my anus and increased pressure on my anal ring.

 

I felt my ass stretching, but it felt so good that I wanted even more. Is there such a thing as triple penetration? Don't be greedy, Q, I admonished myself. I have two perfect lovers offering themselves to me. I am luckier than 99% of men.

 

I tried to calm my overstimulated mind and be present with my two primary lovers. I resumed kissing young Bobby as Dan's well-practiced hands tantalized my skin.

 

Dan's father, Michel, conveyed his happiness that I was enjoying the ineffable delight of Dan's penis the way he does nearly every day.

 

That thought was cut off by Joe Sikorsky's insertion of his intact seven inches into Michel's ass right after Luiz Garza had finished cumming in Joe's ass.

 

I concentrated once again on Dan and Bobby. I looked into Bobby's eyes and heard him questioning what his thorough enjoyment of sex with men would mean to his relationship with his girlfriend.

 

Both his father, Robert, and foster brother, Tyler, laughed out loud. They reminded Bobby that she knew already he sleeps with Ty every night, and they trade handjobs and blowjobs. She also knows that he enjoys circle jerks a few times a week with his buddies at school. They sometimes include blowjobs.

 

Robert also reminded Bobby that she likes to help her girlfriends get off, using her hands, mouth, and toys. He told Bobby to tell her how much he enjoys full-on sex with other men and let her decide if it changes anything.

 

Bobby thought about how much he was enjoying fucking me as he slid his penis along Dan's inside my ass, as well as how much he loved double fucking Martin with his father's penis sharing the psychologist's ass earlier in the steam room.

 

"What does it say about me that the best sex – by far – in my entire life has been when I've rubbed my cock along another guy's cock as we're both fucking a third guy's ass," Bobby telepathically asked the crowd. "And what does it say that the best kisses I've ever shared have all been with men?"

 

"It says that you're the luckiest 17-year-old son of a bitch in the world, and you should quit bragging," Cookie Hamilton answered in jest.

 

Robert took time from his 69 session with Atlas Ioannou, the 31-year-old movie location manager, to answer his son. "This is all new for you, Bobby, so it may take a few days to figure out how you feel about your new adventures.

 

"But if Janet asks what you did while you were away," Robert continued, "tell her everything, including how confused you may feel about how good you feel. If it's going to be a problem, it's going to be an even bigger problem if she thinks you're hiding something from her. If it's not a problem, you'll know right away."

 

Bobby looked into my eyes and smiled as I played with a stray lock of his light brown hair. But I could tell he was looking at his dad through my eyes.

 

"I love you, dad. You're not half as dumb as everyone says," Bobby teased. "Thanks for helping me explore all the pleasures of sex in its different forms."

 

"I love you, too, Bobby," Robert thought to the group. "Perhaps you and I should DP Janet when we get home to see if you enjoy it just as much with a girl as with a guy."

 

"Would you do that for me," Bobby asked seriously.

 

"Of course, I would," Robert assured him, "If Janet is good with it. I know Ty and Chucky Cheese won't be rushing to have vaginal sex. I don't know about your new brother, Dex."

 

Dex was still cuddling with Luke and Cookie. "I've never had sex with a woman," he confessed to the group without hesitation. "I won't say it will never happen, but I can't imagine it happening any time soon. Of course, sliding my cock along Bobby's might be the incentive I need."

 

* * *

 

The night continued at a somewhat less frenetic pace. Nobody got exhausted, so everyone was willing to move from partner to partner and back again. We tried almost every position.

 

By 5:00, we were ready to catch an hour or two of sleep. In one night, I had my penis in more mouths and asses – and more penises in my mouth and ass – than I had in total in the last couple of years.

 

I had ten loads in my rectum and 15 or 16 on my face and upper body. I was intoxicated by the aroma of male sex filling the room. I didn't know whether I had ever been so fulfilled.

 

I fell asleep with my lips grazing Luke's and my chin resting on Pedro's head as he slept happily, squeezed between us. Luke fell asleep with his cock inside Pedro's ass. I absentmindedly caressed Pedro's face with my right hand as I slept.

 

Our connection to everyone else dimmed to silence, but Luke and I freely passed thoughts and memories between us. We even shared dreams as we slept peacefully. I looked forward to many nights of cocreating dreams with my husband.

 

* * *

 

I sensed movement on the triple king bed. Tristan Roberts, our bartender and part-time front desk clerk, was spooning behind me and ran his hand on my shoulder as he sat up. I turned and smiled at him, encouraging him to share his cummy morning breath with me.

 

Tristan shook his head to tickle my face with his dreadlocks. I saw bits of dried cum in his hair. We would have to take care of that. First, we kissed. He licked some of the dried cum from my face, then kissed Pedro, who was smiling in his sleep, cocooned between Luke and me.

 

I looked into Tristan's eyes and confirmed that he had fallen for the adorable bellhop. Tristan nibbled on my ear and whispered, "Uncle Jimmy is on his way. Is it alright for me to let him in?"

 

"Of course, my love. I look forward to meeting him. Will he be surprised by what he finds when he gets here," I asked as I ran my index finger down the bridge of his nose.

 

"No. I told him what to expect. He looks forward to meeting all of you."

 

As Tristan slipped out of bed, I saw that he had removed his discipline collar with the chained tit clamps and his stainless steel cockring/ball splitter. I thought he looked even more handsome completely naked than he did with the accessories.

 

"I agree," Luke whispered. I had no idea whether he spoke the words or if I had read his mind as he had obviously done to me. It didn't matter. We spent several seconds kissing, reveling in our shared thoughts, memories, and emotions. I encouraged Luke to begin a slow "good morning" fuck in Pedro's ass. My husband's cock never fully deflated last night, and he was soon back up to his full nine inches.

 

I ran my hand down Pedro's side and let it rest on his hip, enjoying the feel of his tight, smooth, golden-brown body. His long black lashes began to twitch, and his brown eyes fluttered open as his smile widened.

 

He looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you for the nice wake-up fuck. You feel so nice in my ass." Somehow the teen bellhop intuited that he spoke to both of us when he spoke to either of us.

 

"It's our pleasure," I replied for Luke and me. "We're happy that you and Tristan are in love. You're going to make an unstoppable couple."

 

Pedro closed his eyes and moaned softly. I didn't know whether it was because of the pleasure in his ass or the love for Tristan swelling in his heart. Speaking of swelling, Pedro and I were hard, inspiring me to get into a 69 position so we could both be satisfied. At 6.5 inches, the 18-year-old healthcare informatics major had a slight edge on me lengthwise, but his cock was significantly girthier than mine.

 

Pedro remained lying on his right side but raised his left leg to give me room to maneuver. It gave me the great pleasure of watching Luke's smooth balls mash into Pedro's sack as my husband gave the lad an increasingly energetic fuck.

 

I tasted remnants of several asses and mouths on Pedro's cock and balls, as I know he tasted on me. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for the three of us to enter into a simultaneous toe-curling orgasm. I was still accommodating myself to the idea that Luke and I shared our orgasms completely. I felt myself firing into Pedro's rectum through Luke just as keenly as I felt myself firing into his mouth.

 

We shared our ecstasy with Pedro, too, but not as thoroughly as we could communicate with each other. I couldn't believe all of us could fire off even the four shots we did, considering I had already had eight orgasms through the night, and Luke had ten. I don't even know how Pedro remained conscious since he coupled with all the other 16 guys in our bed at least once. Talk about the fear of missing out!

 

* * *

I heard movement in the living room and looked over in time to see Tristan walking hand in hand with Uncle Jimmy. Their 14.5-year age difference was hardly noticeable: Jimmy was filled out a little more than his nephew, but he was still lithe and moved with the grace of a dancer. He was less than two years older than I but looked about five years younger.

 

I somersaulted off the bottom of the bed, thinking it was the least disruptive way. Since I no longer had my crotch in Pedro's face, he had an unobstructed view of Tristan and Jimmy. His face lit up, and I swear he levitated a few inches off the bed.

 

Tristan looked from me to Jimmy to Pedro, smiling at his uncle with immeasurable pride and love. I felt Luke's calm self-confidence percolate through me as I walked to them. I whispered, "Good morning! I am Quentin Collins, and I am delighted to meet you."

 

I gave him a glance in the dimly lit room and saw the tattoo on his shaved public bone: Tristan's Toy. It was just as Tristan had described it and in the exact font and size as Tristan's tattoo above his penis that read, "Jimmy's jam."

 

Tristan and Jim had similar deep black skin that seemed to glow from within. They were both my height. While Tristan had dreadlocks cascading past his shoulders, Jim wore his hair in tight curls somewhere between twists and an afro. It was about three inches on top and tapered to less than an inch on the sides and back. A sexy, tightly trimmed goatee set off his narrow but full mouth.

 

I put my hands on Jim's hips as I stood close. I could tell he stiffened a little and took a subtly defensive stance. I smiled at him before kissing his cheek. "Thank you for everything you've done for Tristan," I cooed as I rubbed my face on his to feel his goatee scratch my cheek. I almost groaned.

 

"We all have fallen madly in love with your nephew," I continued. "He tells us that you raised and taught him to be the man he is today, so we are all in love with you, too. Come meet your new lovers." I punctuated my statement with a kiss on the lips.

 

Jimmy opened his mouth to me, and I heard him chuckle as he tasted Pedro's cum in my mouth. Tristan joined our kiss with ease. I could tell that they were used to sharing lovers. We kept at it for a minute or so before Tristan pulled off and said, "You got a load of my baby's cum, didn't you, Q?"

 

It wasn't really a question, but it reminded me that I had best reunite Tristan and Pedro before one or both of them got pouty.

 

I took Tristan's hand and walked back to the bed. Pedro already had his arms stretched to his boyfriend, wiggling his fingers in anticipation of feeling Tristan's body in his arms. The bellhop's face veritably glowed with love for his new boyfriend, and his dimples shot out tractor beams to guide Tristan safely home.

 

While Pedro consumed Tristan, I led Jimmy to Luke and introduced my husband to him. Luke lay on his back with his thick wet cock – having recently fired into Pedro's ass – lying glistening on his hip at about eight inches. I felt an orgasmic aftershock spark through both of us.

 

Jimmy stood for a couple of moments to drink in the view, then crawled onto the bed and lay on top of Luke as he made a polite tongue-filled self-introduction.

 

The weight of the handsome man on top of Luke felt terrific for both of us. After a couple of minutes of oral exploration, Jimmy hitched his knees on either side of Luke's thighs.

 

Knowing what I was thinking, Luke moved his left leg away to give me room to kneel between his legs. I placed my hands on Jimmy's ass and put moderate pressure on his glutes to expose his hairless anus. Jimmy gave no resistance or gave any indication that he was opposed to attention down there, so I kissed his ring and then gave him a good tongue bath.

 

He was freshly showered, so I didn't worry about diving in with my tongue. His moans let me know I was doing things right. Just a few minutes into my analingus, Jimmy lifted off Luke's mouth to inform me, "You can fuck me whenever you're ready."

 

Jimmy had spoken loud enough to get the attention of a few of the guys.

 

I got into the position to fuck Jimmy, grabbed one of several bottles of lube scattered about the bed, and coated myself for good measure. I entered Jimmy's tight but welcoming hole in one moderately gentle thrust. I was pleased – and still somewhat bewildered – that Jimmy and I formed a telepathic bond as vivid as the one I had with his nephew. It made anticipating each other's desires almost effortless.

 

My moans helped wake up more guys. I looked around to see our beautiful friends yawning and pandiculating before sharing morning kisses with whoever was closest.

 

I set up a slow rhythm and, through Luke, felt Jimmy get hard and grow to ten inches – about the same size as Tristan. Luke lifted his knees and asked Jimmy to fuck him.

 

Jimmy turned to his nephew, who was already giving Pedro a vigorous reaming and said, "I really like your new friends. They are a hospitable bunch, aren't they?"

 

Tristan giggled and agreed. "Don't forget that you haven't fucked me in almost twelve hours. I miss you."

 

"Aw, baby, you know I would never neglect you," Jimmy reassured Tristan. "How many times have we gone a full day without making love in the last five years?"

 

The uncle and nephew kissed sloppily before Tristan answered. "It was two years ago, from July 23 to July 27, when you were on jury duty and got sequestered. I was beside myself with loneliness."

 

Jimmy laughed. "You and your perfect memory! Those were bad days for me, too, love. We weren't allowed phones or laptops, so we couldn't even have video sex. I got through a few Malcolm Gladwell books, though, so it was a good use of my time. `Blink' really helped me guide the jury into trusting their instincts."

 

Tristan turned back to Pedro. "I must have had sex with a dozen different guys over those three days, but none of them could come close to Jimmy."

 

Pedro stroked Tristan's face. "I'm so sorry you had to endure that. Thank goodness you have all these new friends and me to get you through the rough patches."

 

"I'm very needy," Tristan joked before sucking Pedro's face again. I couldn't explain how, but Pedro and Tristan looked like they belonged together as much as Luke and I did. As soon as they lock eyes – or lips – on each other, they become a single organism. I wondered how Uncle Jimmy would fit into that dynamic.

 

* * *

Jimmy, who had become a conduit between Luke and me as he fucked my husband while I fucked him, acknowledged he heard my wordless question and told Luke and me, "Triss told me that Pedro would want us both for boyfriends, but I will do whatever I think is best for my nephew's happiness. As of now, it seems that being a threesome is what he wants, but if it changes, I will step back and allow them to be a couple. I could never impede that lovely boy's path to love."

 

Luke was using his ass to fuck Jimmy's cock as much as I was using my cock to fuck his ass. We told Jimmy how much we love Pedro and Tistan and that our invitation to use our suit is also extended to him. We felt Jimmy inching closer to an orgasm.

 

I stroked Tristan's tight Black skin appreciatively as I told him that Pedro would love to have his boyfriends cum in his ass simultaneously. I willed myself to forego the pleasure of fucking Tristan's lithe, taut body as I withdrew from his ass to free him up to join his boyfriends.

 

Once Pedro realized Jimmy was maneuvering to join him, he gasped in delight and rolled him and Tristan around, so the bellhop sat riding the bartender's ten-inch cock.

 

Pedro stilled himself as he sat on Tristan's cock and turned to welcome Jimmy to slide in next to his nephew. Jimmy was gentle but wasted no time burying himself in Pedro's pliant ass.

 

As sure as I was that Pedro and Tristan belonged together, I was even more confident that the Pedro-Jimmy-Tristan thruple would be a successful and long-term relationship. It was their first time making love, but each man appeared to know precisely what to do to please the others. Luke agreed with my assessment.

 

It was 6:20, and all the guys were awake or in the process of waking up. The 15 of us took a moment to admire the intimate beauty of Tristan and Jimmy making love with Pedro.

 

Without any prompting, we all surrounded the three lovers and laid our hands and lips on them anywhere we could, much as the men had done for Luke and me last night. We all blessed and sanctified their union and felt their bond strengthening by the second.

 

Luis Garza held his son's face as he reverse straddled Tristan's chest and kissed him with excruciating tenderness. Pedro was weeping with joy mixed with confusion. Luis kissed him again and advised, "Don't try to understand, mijo, mi hijo. Just accept how loved you are and how much you love these men in return. You deserve to be loved this well. Tristan and Jimmy do, too. Love them with all your beautiful heart, my precious boy."

 

Luis kissed his son once more, lingering for a couple of minutes. Tristan couldn't resist the opportunity to spread Luis's glutes and dive into the 37-year-old electrician's ass. Luis moaned into Pedro's mouth. Pedro giggled when he realized what his lover was doing to his father.

 

Soon the giggles turned back to moans as all four men entered a simultaneous orgasmic thrall. We all kept our hands and mouths connected to Pedro, Tristan, and/or Jimmy, so we all felt their joy radiating to all of us. It was magnificent.

 

We fell back onto the triple bed as the ecstasy dissipated. Luke fell onto his back, his eight-inch cock throbbing and leaking from the shared delight.

 

Charles "Chucky Cheese" Beck, Tyler's 16-year-old boyfriend, fell awkwardly onto Luke's left side, his 6.5-inch erection leaking generously onto Luke's tit. I could have sworn the blond beauty with the prettiest green eyes had a smaller penis when we met. Perhaps it grew a half-inch with exercise?

 

Luke pulled Chuck up and bathed his cock with kisses, licks, and gentle sucking. Chuck was squeaking like a mouse. After a couple of minutes, my husband relinquished to teen cock and pulled Chuck down so they could kiss.

 

Chuck was panting and broke the kiss. "Can I fuck you, Luke?"

 

Luke held Chuck's face a few inches away and said, "No. I don't get fucked."

 

I could see Chuck deflating, but I tried to suppress a giggle, knowing what would come next. Luke played with Chuck's perfectly-coiffed hair. "I only get made love to, Chucky Cheese. Would you like to make love with me, my friend?"

 

Chuck moaned and, I think, levitated. He kissed Luke with incredible skill, which I felt due to my connection with Luke. "I'm sorry for being crude, Luke," Chuck whispered.

 

"I forgive you, Mr. Beck," Luke assured. "I want your heart, Chuck. If your body comes with it, so much the better. But your body is worthless if your heart's not open to me."

 

Just when I thought I loved Luke as much as possible, he made me love him more!

 

"I love you, Luke," Chuck continued. "You're exactly like Tyler."

 

For a millisecond, I thought it absurd that Chuck would compare my 6'4" muscle god husband with the 5'10 scrawny Tyler Pickett. Before I could formulate a thought, Luke interrupted.

 

"Thank you, Chuck! That is a very high compliment indeed. We'd all be better off if we were more like Ty," Luke effused. "He doesn't put up with any crap, does he?

 

"Listen, Chuck, I understand that it can mess with your head when people react to your physical appearance," my husband explained. "When I began to get muscled and develop a physique that people found attractive, it was tempting to accept what they were projecting onto me without really caring about me.

 

"When I was your age, my physique started developing far beyond what was normal for a guy my age, including my cock growing to 22 centimeters at 16 when I began modeling for fitness photographers.

 

"But my dad and grandfather kept reminding me that people who admired my body at competitions and through photos didn't know me. They were projecting their desires onto me and expecting me to fulfill them. My dad and grandfather knew me inside and out and helped me to stay focused on developing a complete person, not being as shallow as a photograph."

 

Luke smiled at me, and I knew that he was going to rip open my psyche and lay it bare. I sighed and permitted him, knowing I loved all the men in this room and didn't care what they knew about me.

 

"Even Q, my love," Luke went on, "Even he judged me by my looks when he first saw me. But he was unusual because he scolded himself for being as shallow as he thought I was and forced himself to withhold judgment until he got to know me. I'm happy that he decided I was worth the trouble. His self-awareness is one of the things I love most about him."

 

I felt myself blushing but did nothing to hide it. What is left to hide at this point?

 

Luke picked up Chuck effortlessly and sat him on the bed. "You, Charles Alan Beck, are probably the most handsome young man I've ever seen, whether in person or in photos. And you're only going to get more attractive as you work with Robert and Declan to build your body for wrestling.

 

"Naturally, people react to your good looks, and it's not vanity to acknowledge that people think you're beautiful. But remember that their admiration is about them. It's not about you. They want you without knowing you or, perhaps, even caring about you.

 

"Tyler loves you. Robert loves you. Every man in this room loves you because we've seen you love Tyler. We're all proud of you."

 

Luke and Chuck began a passionate and erotic kissing session. I felt Luke's love for Chuck like I have for him. It felt like loving a nephew, but one who is also a lover.

 

* * *

As I thought about the different levels of love we all shared, I noticed that Tyler, Robert, Bobby, and Declan were coming out of our bathroom. It appeared that they had finished showering together. None of them had bothered using the dozen fluffy robes that Charya and his housekeeping staff had left for us.

 

There is plenty of room in our suite's shower for two people to shower together. I wasn't sure how tight a fit four people would be. None of them seemed to have minded squeezing in together. I caught Tyler's eye.

 

"Come join us, Ty, and watch your boyfriend make love to my husband." It sounded like an odd invitation once I said it aloud. But that's what was happening. Ty scooted onto the bed next to me and gave me a brief kiss before caressing Chuck's perky tight ass as Chuck was entering Luke's anus.

 

"I don't recall giving permission for this," Ty joked.

 

"It's not yours to give," I reminded him. "Chuck's your boyfriend, not your possession. The same goes for Luke and me. The two of them will follow their hearts and do what is right for them under whatever circumstance they find themselves in.

 

"I'm happy to see Luke make love with any man he wants. The more he loves, the more loving he is. I think the same goes for all of us. As long as we're not greedy, we should give ourselves to anyone willing to give himself back to us."

 

I stopped formulating my lecture to moan at the touch of Tyler's hand on my erection. I hadn't realized I had gotten hard yet again as I watched Luke and Chuck make out and make love. I hope they get to make love many more times in the future.

 

I turned to Ty and kissed him briefly while rubbing his skinny belly. I thanked him for massaging my penis and asked if he wanted to get off again after having showered. He said he would wait a few minutes since he got off twice in the shower. Ah, to be 17 again.

 

I enjoyed some time with Ty while watching his boyfriend make love to my husband. I felt it, too, with Luke transmitting his pleasure to me. Those two spectacularly handsome men looked so good having intercourse. I had a flash of melancholy thinking that we would be so far away from the Trachtenberg household that would soon add Declan to Robert, Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck.

 

* * *

I managed to gather my thoughts and decided I should shower and make myself presentable for when room service would deliver the breakfast buffet. I kissed Tyler and thanked him again for his thoughtful manipulation of my cock, then knee-walked off the bed and headed to the shower.

 

Martin Dempsey, the southeastern university psychologist, asked if he could join me. There was no universe in which I wouldn't agree to that. He had already done me the honor of depositing a load in my ass and another on my face. I wasn't craving another orgasm with him, just some friendly intimacy. And that's what we did.

 

I spent several precious minutes with the handsome 44-year-old as we held each other in silence, sometimes with susurrations of love. We washed each other and spoke about how he had helped Tyler break out of his shell the other night. It seems Ty exploded out of his shell.

 

As we spoke, John "Cookie" Hamilton came into the bathroom and apologized for interrupting. We insisted he join us, which he did after a moment's hesitation. It remained a relatively quiet and lovely way to start a morning, with soft touches and lightly fragrant body wash rubbed all over us.

 

I noticed how the lighting in the shower brought out the red undertones in John's reddish-brown hair and the coloring in his very lightly complected Black skin. He looked simultaneously ferociously sexy and charmingly naïve.

 

John was alternating between kissing Martin and me. I told him it would be nice to start every morning this way. John smiled at me. "Why don't we?"

 

I must have looked at him in some strange way. He took a step back. "If you want to wake up with me every morning, move in with me. I have a gargantuan eight-floor, nine-bedroom home on East 35^th St. in Manhattan that needs more life! Eight of those bedrooms are empty. That doesn't include the staff wing, of course. That's occupied.

 

"You work on East 42^nd St. but take a water taxi and crosstown bus to commute from New Jersey daily. That's ridiculous. Move in with me. Please. Now. Promise."

 

Martin rubbed my ass to bring me back to reality. "It sounds like a reasonable plan, Q," Martin offered. "I'd move in with John in a New York minute. The only trouble is, he'd still have eight empty bedrooms because there's no way I'd sleep anywhere other than with him."

 

John laughed. "I wouldn't turn down those conditions for anything. But I assumed that Q and Luke would want their own suite. My door would literally be standing open for either of them at any time," he mused.

 

I wrapped both men in my arms and realized we had been in the shower long enough. I wordlessly confirmed with Cookie and Martin that we were done and turned off the multiple showerheads. We stepped out of the glass shower room, and I laughed.

 

"Am I missing a good joke," Martin asked.

 

"Yes," I answered. "No. Not a joke. A farce, perhaps. My life. What has become of my life in just one week?" I laughed again.

 

"First, I met the love of my life after thinking he might be a jerk," I explained. "Then my boss finds out that Luke and I are an item and demands that I stay in Chicago for another three weeks so I can do everything and anything to make him happy. She more or less pimped me out.

 

"Then I met and fell in love with Dan Archambeau, all the Trachtenbergs, you two guys, Dex Goff, Pedro and Luis Garza, Dan's father Michel, Joe Sikorsky, Tristan and Uncle Jimmy Roberts, even Atlas Ioannou. Did I forget anyone?" I raised my palms to the ceiling in wonder.

 

"Then one of the sweetest and most handsome men I've ever met tells me he wants me to move into his fancy-schmancy mansion – I assume it's a mansion – and that somehow Luke is going to live there with me, too, even though he is based in Denmark?"

 

"Is it a fancy-schmancy mansion, Cookie?" Martin asked with a chuckle.

 

John turned red and confessed, "Well, when the house was completed in 1903, The New York Times said that it was the best design work that the firm Hoppin & Koen produced to date and the finest Beaux-Arts residence in all of New York. So, if you really wanted to stretch the truth, you could call it fancy-schmancy."

 

I approached John from behind and wrapped him in a large fluffy towel, kissing his neck as I did so. "Oh. It's definitely fancy-schmancy. Perhaps I could live in a closet under that stairs? Has it been in your family for a long time?"

 

"No. My family bought it only about twenty years ago. But the father of the man who built it was the son of a banker friend of J. Pierpont Morgan, my 6^th great grandfather, and grew up in a grand house next to the Morgan house, which is now the Morgan Library where I work. So it is a full-circle kind of thing, all in the Murry Hill neighborhood," John explained.

 

Martin approached John from the front and helped me pat him dry even as we left wet lip prints on his face and neck.

 

"You should move in, too, Martin," John sighed after another excursion into each other's mouths.

 

Martin chuckled. "That would be quite a commute from North Carolina. It would make Q's commute look like a walk in the park. But perhaps I can visit from time to time?"

 

"Yes. I insist. We will draw up a contract stating that you must visit at least every six weeks, and you will stay with Luke, Quentin, and me every time you are in New York for either business or pleasure," Cookie declaimed.

 

"It will be a pleasure staying with you, even if it is for business," Martin joked. "But, you know that planes fly in both directions, don't you? You can visit me, too."

 

"You wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with me," John asked sincerely.

 

"Sweetie, if you're with me, nobody will see me at all. They'll all be looking at you with drool running down their chins and cocks," Martin retorted.

 

* * *

We had finished drying each other, and I ushered my new roommate and friend back into the bedroom. I moved in front of the group because I could feel Luke telling me that Tyler had taken Chuck's place in his ass, and the 17-year-old was about to add his cum to the 16-year-old's freshly-deposited offering.

 

The look of delight on Luke's face as Ty pumped into his magnificent body was indescribable. I decided to draw up a contract with Robert, Bobby, Tyler, Chuck, and Dex, mandating they travel from Davenport to visit us in New York, too. Would every three days be too often?

 

Ty grunted and conveyed his orgasm to Luke, who growled and shot several substantial ropes of cum on himself and Ty. Suddenly I shot three ropes of cum onto Dan and Michel Archambeau as they cuddled near me after Michel had plowed Dan's ass. That was a double surprise: I didn't realize I was about to cum; and Dan used to be the one who always did the fucking. He must have finally told his dad how much he likes bottoming sometimes. Michel, his loving father, ceded to his eldest son's wishes. They both looked happy with the new arrangement.

 

Luke looked happy, too, with two teenage boys collapsed on him in post-coital enervation. Yes, they must visit us often in New York.

 

Dan and Michel walked to the shower arm-in-arm. Atlas followed and was swept into their embrace. Luke looked at me with a wan smile as I crawled over to the boy pile and kissed his sloppy face. There were remnants of cum on his cheek. Some of it was his, but I wasn't sure who else I was tasting.

 

"Since Dan and Company are in the shower, I suppose you're just going to have to lie here with two gorgeous naked teenage boys and find something to occupy your time," I cooed with fake sympathy.

 

"I will summon the courage somehow," Luke assured me.

 

Tyler and Chuck scootched tighter to my husband as he massaged their asses. Both boys giggled as they felt a finger penetrating them. Luke wasn't going to do more than make them feel cherished. Each boy nibbled an earlobe as Luke broke into a shit-eating grin. I was thrilled for him to have this moment with our boys. Our boys?

 

* * *

Pedro interrupted my confusion with a hand on my back. "Q, do you want to come out to the living room? The guys are here with the breakfast setup. I'm not sure how you want everything arranged."

 

I followed Pedro into the living, trying to clear my head and put myself back into hosting mode. I realized I was still naked, but Pedro was, too, so I wasn't too concerned.

 

"Good morning, Mr. Collins," a handsome man in his early fifties greeted me in a soft but chipper voice. "I hope you had a pleasant night. I am Omar Zayas, and I will be in charge of the breakfast service this morning with the help of these young men."

 

Omar gestured to three boys in bellhop uniforms, but theirs had one stripe of brocade epaulets on the shoulders compared with Omar's three bars. The boys looked like they ranged from 15 to 17 years of age. All smiled pleasantly and couldn't help but steal a few glances at Pedro and my nakedness.

 

"I'm sorry if my nudity is offputting to you or your staff. I should have thought to put on a robe," I stammered.

 

"Think nothing of it, Mr. Collins," Omar insisted. "Pedro told me I would be serving 15-20 naked men this morning, and I assembled a team comfortable and experienced with such an arrangement. We are all comfortable, I can assure you. We would also be happy to undress if you prefer."

 

Pedro kissed my cheek and promised they would cheerfully get undressed for us. "I told Omar to plan for this," Pedro whispered into my ear. "They are eager to do it, especially if you leave a nice gratuity."

 

It seemed this was turning out to be another day of surprises for me. I rubbed my hands together and suggested how I thought we should arrange the room for our naked breakfast service.