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

 

I followed Pedro into the living room, trying to clear my head and put myself back into hosting mode. I realized I was still naked, but Pedro was, too, so I decided not to be 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 with only 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."

 

I chuckled. "They will get a very, very nice gratuity. Then turning to Omar, I spoke in a normal tone of voice. "If you are comfortable being naked, please do so. If not, do not feel any pressure to disrobe. I want you all to feel relaxed and at ease."

 

By the time I finished speaking, the boy I had presumed to be 15 was down to his socks and nothing else. Soon those, too, were gone. He was cute but typical looking and charming, especially when he stood proudly to be inspected.

 

Omar turned to one of the other boys. "Aziz, why don't you clean up the bar from last night? It would be best to remain in uniform until you return from the kitchen."

 

As Omar finished his instructions, Michel and his son Dan emerged from the bedroom, both naked. Michel is loathe to be dressed unless absolutely necessary.

 

Aziz set about his tasks efficiently but made little noise moving the bottles and glasses back to the bar cart. He looked at Dan and Michel and offered a smiling nod.

 

When I turned back to Omar, he, too, was undressed. He was thin but well-maintained. He had a small gold barbell through his left nipple. His body hair was moderate but closely cropped all the way to his penis. It seemed he had no hair on his legs.

 

Pedro walked over to Omar and kissed him on the lips, which told me they were more than workmates. Omar rubbed Pedro's ass and spoke to him in Spanish. He was interrupted by the sound of the other young bellhop whistling to himself as he saw Declan enter the room.

 

Dex, who had gone days at a time without any clothing at his former job at a clothing-optional campground, thought nothing of strolling into the room with four extra strangers and planting a tongue-filled kiss on me, then Pedro, then Dan and Michel.

 

Dex approached the young man who had whistled. The teen who, like Dan, was Black, though slightly lighter than the 22-year-old bodybuilder, stood five inches shorter than Dex's 6'1" frame.

 

Dex hugged him and said, "I didn't realize we had more guests arriving. I'm Dex Goff. What's your name?"

 

Before the young man could answer, Dex covered his mouth with his own. It took only a few seconds for the boy to decide to reciprocate. When they parted, the teen panted and answered, "I'm not a guest, Mr. Goff. I'm working for you this morning. My name is Pythagoras Owens, but most people call me Py, he answered with a few cracks in his voice.

 

"Well, good morning, Mr. Owens," Dex said, addressing the boy in the same manner he was addressed. He didn't release Py from his embrace. "I am sorry if I am taking you away from your work duties. Are you old enough to be working here, Mr. Owens?" Dex's adorable smile belied his feigned authoritative tone.

 

"Yes, Mr. Goff. I am 14, but my parents signed my work permit, and it's filed with Mr. Zayas. I can run and get it for you if you are skeptical," Py said with more cracks in his voice.

 

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Owens," Dex answered, holding onto the bellhop. "I'm surprised, not skeptical. You kiss very well for a 14-year-old. At least, I think you do. Perhaps I need another demonstration."

 

With that, the youngster took the initiative and kissed Dex with assertiveness and enthusiasm while running his hands over Dex's muscular back and glutes, where they took their rest. After a minute or so, Py stopped the kiss but left his hands in place, looking expectantly into Dex's eyes for his assessment.

 

"Remarkable, Mr. Owens," Dex said, somewhat out of breath. "Thank you for the demonstration. Who taught you how to kiss like that?"

 

"Mostly Mr. Zayas," Py responded eagerly. "He's the best kisser I know! But I like kissing my soccer coach, too. And, of course, we bellboys practice together whenever we get the time. We practice other things, too. Mr. Zayas helps us all whenever he can. I love him a lot. We all love him. I'd work for him even if I didn't get paid. But I'm glad that I get paid," Py gushed.

 

"I'm happy you have someone you love and respect as your boss. We all owe him our gratitude," Dex responded, trying to keep Py's emotions in check. "I love my boss, too. It makes all the difference in the world."

 

Py squeezed Dex tighter. "My dad sometimes complains that I spend too many nights with Mr. Zayas and not enough with him. But my dad isn't patient with sex stuff like Mr. Zayas. My dad just wants to get off and go to sleep. Mr. Zayas won't cum in me until I've cum at least twice first. Isn't that the sweetest thing? Mr. Zayas lets me top him, too. My dad hardly ever bottoms for me."

 

Dex kissed Py's forehead. "That is very sweet of Mr. Zayas. But your dad is still your dad. He deserves your respect if he is trying his best and not hurting you. Perhaps your dad just never had a teacher as good as Mr. Zayas.

 

"Maybe Mr. Zayas would be open to coming to your place so that he can show your dad how to make love to you the way you like," Dex proffered. "Do you think your dad would like that?"

 

Py's mouth opened in surprise. He tried subtly looking around Dex to catch Omar's reaction to the notion, but Dex's shoulders were too broad to see around without craning one's neck. The teen returned his gaze to Dex. "I like the idea, Mr. Goff, but I don't think it would be very respectful to my father, who is trying his best and not hurting me," Py replied, throwing Dex's argument back at him.

 

"Point well made, Mr. Owens," Dex parried. "Perhaps if you instead asked your father for permission to invite Mr. Zayas for an evening, rather than you always going to his place, it would be more agreeable?"

 

Dex turned to Omar. "Would that be agreeable with you, Mr. Zayas?"

 

"Very much so, Mr. Goff," Omar replied. "I have met Py's charming father a few times and would be pleased to spend an evening in his company, however that may work out."

 

Py got another kiss from Dex before the bodybuilder declared, "Good, that's settled. I can tell that young Mr. Owens is pleased by the feel of his hard penis pressing against mine. I guess it means I'm pleased, too, doesn't it, Mr. Owens."

 

Py looked stricken for a moment when Dex announced to the room that he was hard. But the look was soon replaced by one of pleasure as Dex resumed kissing the teen and rubbing their cocks together.

 

Dex removed himself from Py's hold too soon for the boy's liking and stood displaying his 7-inch erection as Py sported a respectable 5-inch intact penis with his foreskin sliding back. He looked somewhat flustered but did nothing to cover himself as he stood tall again for everyone's inspection.

 

Omar looked at his young protégé and smiled, nodding his approval at how the youngster handled the situation. Py's eyes sparkled with the knowledge that he had greatly pleased the man he loved.

 

Dex turned his attention to the other naked teen bellboy in the room, who looked as I imagined Luke did at about half his current age, standing proudly at 5'11" with his hands clasped behind his back. He apparently never misses an opportunity to go to the gym. The young man's dirty blond hair was cut short and combed neatly. His facial features were remarkably chiseled though his complexion was ashen.

 

"Has Mr. Zayas also instructed you in the ways of kissing, young man," Dex inquired while looking at the boy's intact penis sticking straight up at about 6 ½ inches with a large drop of Cowper's fluid glistening on his uncovered piss slit.

 

"Yes, Mr. Goff. I've been a student of Mr. Zayas for about two years since I turned 13. My name is Lars Moller, by the way. My friends call me Larry," the teen spoke, attempting to project mature professionalism. Instead, I found him just adorable.

 

"Thank you for introducing yourself, Mr. Moller. Would you mind terribly if I asked to kiss you," Declan said while ignoring the drizzle running down his thick 7 inches.

 

"Of course not, Mr. Goff. I am happy to do whatever is asked of me to the best of my ability," Lars answered while trying to conceal his eagerness. The drop of Cowper's that ran down his penis gave him away.

 

Dex and Lars spent the next two minutes in a well-matched tongue duel. Lars was a much more assertive participant than Py, using his right hand to stroke and squeeze his and Dex's penises together. Lars had noticed how much Dex enjoyed frotting Py, so he took it up a level.

 

When he sensed that Dex was through with his kissing endeavor, Lars stopped and stood again with his hands behind his back, his penis now throbbing and shiny, coated with both his and Dex's precum. He was simply adorable, especially since he didn't seem to realize he was adorable.

 

"Wow, that was incredible, Mr. Moller. Thank you," Dex said with his penis equally shiny and running. Then he turned to Omar. "Mr. Zayas, you must be either the world's best teacher, or you have the world's best students. I have never enjoyed kissing men so young before."

 

Omar blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Goff. They are the world's best students. And Aziz as well, as I'm sure you will discover shortly. I don't know what twist of fortune brought these three young men into my life, but I love them all to bits and am happy that you, too, see their special gifts."

 

Omar looked on the verge of crying. I couldn't quite figure out the precise nature of his relationship with the three boys, but it was doubtless replete with love.

 

* * *

Most of our overnight guests were assembled in the living room of our suite by this time. Omar set about finalizing the setup of the omelet station, prompting Lars and Pythagoras to snap into breakfast-serving mode.

 

As guys formed queues at the various stations, the door to the suite clicked open, and my work friend Yoshi Hirano stepped in, followed by Aziz Sabry, the third young bellhop.

 

Yoshi wore a tight, well-worn T-shirt, gym shorts that fit snugly around his well-muscled thighs and butt, and flip-flops. He wasn't at all surprised to see the room filled with naked men. He looked slightly disappointed that he had chosen to return to his room last night.

 

I was surprised to see 15-year-old Aziz enter without the benefit of clothing. He was pushing a small cart filled with paper lunch bags. Omar looked over at his young charge with a raised eyebrow. Aziz smiled broadly and shrugged, suggesting, "What else could I do?"

 

Omar shook his head as he prepared a five-egg omelet for Declan, turning the softly coagulated eggs onto a plate in a perfect roll, then slitting it to fill it with sauteed mushrooms and wilted spinach. Declan looked thrilled with the result. It appeared delicious.

 

Luke got a six-egg omelet with mushrooms and warmed sardines. I'm not typically a fan of sardines, but he offered me a taste. The fish, mushroom, and egg flavors worked well together. I decided to order a similar concoction in a few minutes after seeing to it that all our guests were satisfied.

 

It seemed as if everyone had something to eat and drink, though I was sure most would return for more. I asked Omar to prepare my omelet with three eggs.

 

I inspected the room as I waited the two minutes it would take to finish my omelet and was pleased to see everyone enjoying themselves. Seeing the guys offering little kisses of gratitude to Aziz, Py, and Lars was cute as they received their drinks, baked goods, and fruit bowls. Omar's boys were having as grand a time as anyone.

 

Chuck and Robert were standing together, with Chuck taking a spoonful of a berry yogurt bowl, then feeding a spoonful to Robert. "When are we going to get to visit our new dad in the hospital," Chuck asked with his mouth full.

 

"I don't know if that will work out, Chucky Cheese," Robert answered with genuine remorse. "We have our closing session at the workshop this morning; then I have to drive everyone home this afternoon. I wouldn't mind staying an extra night if it were just us. But I have to drive Mrs. Markowitz and the girls, too, and some of them have a cross-country match tomorrow, so they have to get back today."

 

* * *

Luke was in the bedroom with a few guys, sitting on the edge of the bed while eating. But I conveyed to him my flash of an idea. I felt his approval come equally as swiftly and with great enthusiasm.

 

I felt I should speak with Robert away from any of his boys in case my plan wouldn't work. I interrupted and asked Robert to follow me to talk with Luke. Luckily, Pedro, Tristan, and Uncle Jimmy had surrounded Chuck and diverted his attention.

 

Robert looked a little confused, but I gave him a warm smile. I was pleased that he responded by gently rubbing my naked ass as we walked into the bedroom. His hand was cold from holding his slushie, but I wasn't complaining.

 

Luke sat with Cookie Hamilton on his left and Declan on his right. Declan needed to be part of this conversation, and Cookie was welcome to participate.

 

When we approached, I turned to Robert and asked, "I understand that you have to drive the girls and their advisor home in the school van today. Is there anything pressing that your boys have to get home to?"

 

Robert thought a bit. "Other than their chores and getting ready for Dex to move in with us, there's nothing. Why? You are thinking, Q, and it scares me."

 

I laughed. "Guilty as accused. The boys should stay with Luke and me tonight; we can drive them home sometime tomorrow evening. Luke and I can return to Chicago Sunday. That way, they can visit their new dad in the hospital, and he can meet his new beautiful boys, and you can have a night of peace and quiet."

 

Robert looked surprised at my suggestion. Luke assured him that he was fully on board with the idea.

 

"The first two points are excellent," Robert said with a smile. "But your third point about my peace and quiet sounds like absolute misery. I've come to relish the chaos of living with three teenage boys since Chuck has been spending most of his time with us recently. I might go bonkers."

 

We laughed. Cookie cleared his throat. "What if I came with you so you wouldn't have to be alone? Could I ride in the van with you today, then return with the Messrs. Vestergaard on Sunday? As long as I'm back for my Monday appointments, I'm fine with a weekend in Davenport. I look forward to it," Cookie said as he stood up, unable to contain his excitement.

 

Robert laughed. "Nobody has ever said they look forward to a weekend in Davenport." He took a moment to kiss Cookie. "I'm not supposed to allow strangers in the school vehicle, but we're not strangers anymore, are we?"

 

The next kiss lasted much longer. "No, we're far from strangers. How will you explain my presence to Mrs. Marks and the girls?"

 

Robert had his arms wrapped around John Hamilton and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "It's Mrs. Markowitz. I'll tell them the truth, of course. I'll introduce you as my dear friend John, whom I love more deeply than I could have imagined, and who has kindly offered to spend time with me to distract me from the loneliness of a weekend without my boys."

 

John's face took on an inscrutable expression. "Will you really tell them that you love me? You wouldn't be embarrassed?"

 

"How could I be embarrassed to love you," Robert exclaimed. "Getting to know and fall in love with you is a privilege. I plan on telling everyone I meet how much I love you. Or are you embarrassed by me?"

 

John looked gut punched. "Oh my god, no! I'm not embarrassed by you. I guess I'm just used to being more circumspect with my affairs. Will they be shocked to learn that you love another man?"

 

Robert ran his fingertips down John's cheek. "Do you have many affairs, my love? Is this an affair? I want to think of it as something more profound. To answer your question, Mrs. Markowitz isn't actually `Mrs.' She lives with Michael and Elizabeth Markowitz, who are legally married to each other.

 

"Theresa joined their marriage – informally, of course – and changed her last name. None of them makes any secret about their three-way relationship. They've been together for over ten years, which seems to work for them and their children.

 

"So, she won't be shocked in the least," Robert continued. "I don't think her three newspaper staffers will be shocked either. They attend the girls' school, which compliments the boys' school I work for. A very progressive board of directors runs both. You'll remember that I spend almost all day, every day, naked at school, conducting nude physical education classes and male health classes.

 

"Everyone at school knows I've been in relationships with men and women, and my family lives a nudist lifestyle.

 

"The question is, my love," Robert paused. "Is this all too much for you?"

 

John "Cookie" Hamilton looked into Robert's sexy brown eyes and ran his hands up and down Robert's hairless arms. The art historian broke into a smile. "Yes, my love, it is all way too much. And I love it. I've spent my life trying to be what I thought everyone expected of me. Now I will celebrate how my heart has led me here to be with you and all these wonderful men."

 

Robert and John wrapped their arms around each other and kissed sweetly for a few minutes. It swelled my heart – and my cock – to see my new landlord-roommate-lover in the arms of the handsome wrestling coach.

 

"What's on your schedule today, John," Robert asked, jostling a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

 

"Nothing in particular," John answered, still dreamy from kissing Robert, which was the proper response. "I was thinking about going to the Lizzadro Museum today for something to do. But I am yours from this second until those ghastly beasts, Quentin and Luke, tear me out of your arms Sunday."

 

John could be a walking romance novel. It was adorable.

 

Robert kissed John's forehead. "I love you, sweet man. The kids, Mrs. Markowitz, and I must be checked out and on our way to the university by 8:30 for a 9:00 start. I have to drop off the hoodlums and then be back to pick them up at 12:30.

 

"We planned to head out of town and stop for lunch, then finish the last couple hours of the drive at our leisure. How do you want to work this? You could spend the entire day with us. You could meet us at the university at 12:30. I could come back to pick you up, and we could spend the morning making love until it's time to pick up the girls, ... ."

 

"Yes! That." John exclaimed. "That exact thing! We will make love in my room until we head out to pick up the girls. That will be good for both of us: I'll have a skilled, handsome, charming, enthusiastic lover for the morning, and you'll be able to drive all afternoon without worrying that your balls are too full."

 

John got a good laugh and a sweet kiss from Robert for his thoughtfulness. We went to the living room to ask the kids if our plans would suit them. They were ecstatic.

 

* * *

 

Robert got more kisses from Bobby, Chuck, and Tyler in the next few minutes than he had gotten all of last night. Then it was my turn!

 

The feeling of three teen boys pressed against me with their mouths all over me was indescribable. It wasn't the same as last night's lust-induced kissing. This was – I don't know – family. An unusual family, perhaps. But these were suddenly "my" boys. We loved each other completely, and I was part of their family unit.

 

Please, everyone, sit down and brace yourselves.

 

I cried.

 

Luke soon received the same treatment. Much to my surprise, he, too, cried. We both knew some of the joys of being parents and knew we wanted that for ourselves at some indefinite time to come. There would be a lot of details and planning to come before that could happen.

 

Michel and Dan approached Robert as Dex and Cookie stood nearby. Michel asked, "So, Robert, when you leave town with the girls and Cookie, what will happen with the boys left at the university?"

 

Robert looked at me, and we both broke into raucous laughter. We hadn't thought about that part. When our laughter died, Robert said, "They'll be fine. They can walk. It's supposed to be unusually warm for October. What could go wrong?"

 

We all laughed again. Michel, of course, had a plan. He had his left hand draped around his son Dan's massive and glorious body. He pulled Dex's huge and equally glorious body to himself with his right. "This is what I propose," he began. "I'll follow Robert and John William Alexander Pierpont Morgan Hamilton downtown at noon in my car," lovingly mocking Cookie's string of names.

 

"I'll pick up the boys while your gang heads back to Davenport. Then I'll pick up Dan, who tells me he is free most of the afternoon, and go to the hospital, where I presume Dex will already be with his dad."

 

Dex nodded his head in confirmation.

 

"We'll introduce Ronan to his new sons and explain that he is coming to live with Dan and me upon his release from the hospital," Michel declared. "He'll never be alone. If one of us can't be with him, Tom Wooten – or, as you know him, Fletcher the Florist – will stop by. Or we will hire a nurse or get a neighbor to visit. The twins will also be home from Princeton next weekend for semester break. It's all settled.

 

"Then Quentin and Luke will drive the boys to Davenport in my Atlas tomorrow night. You can keep the car as long as you need. I'll share Dan's car."

 

Dex tried to step back from Michel to object, but it was a battle of the titans with the older Archambeau bodybuilder unrelenting.

 

"I can't ask all that of you," Dex insisted. "You haven't even met my dad. How did you know his name is Ronan? Did I tell you that? Anyway, it's too much. It could be several weeks until he is cleared for surgery on his middle ear."

 

Michel kissed Dex's cheek. "You're my son now, too. You don't have to ask. Family takes care of each other. If it's a few weeks or a few months, Ronan will stay with us. If Constanza gets back from her grand European tour before then, he'll have her in bed with us as well. It's plenty large enough for four."

 

Dex stared into space for a few moments. "It would put my mind at ease knowing that dad is being looked after. But you are committing a lot of your time to his care. Are you sure?"

 

Dan and Michel nodded to each other. "We insist," Dan declared. "Besides, he doesn't actually need care. He just needs someone to be around in case he gets a sudden vertigo attack."

 

"And, when you visit, you can stay with Luke and me, as long as we're in town," I stated, with Luke seconding that notion. "You won't be paying for any more hotel rooms."

 

"Or you can stay with us, too," Dan said.

 

"Stay with Pedro and me," Luis Garza insisted.

 

"I'd love to have you stay with me whenever you're in town," Joe Sikorsky, Dan's fellow trainer and mini-me, gushed.

 

"Uncle Jimmy and I have room in our bed for you any time you want, whether you're visiting your dad or not," Tristan, the 18-year-old bartender, said with a wide smile.

 

Even Omar, the head of our breakfast service, offered Dex his hospitality. The 22-year-old shredded bodybuilder had a sudden embarrassment of riches when it came to friends.

 

I closed the proceedings, declaring that we had sorted the day's logistics. The only thing to be decided was when Luke and I would hook up with the boys. We silently thought we would wait until Ronan was at Dan's condo. That way, we wouldn't crowd his hospital room, and it would give him more time to get to know his new sons.

 

The guys went back to finishing their breakfasts. Dex, Michel, and Dan shared a loving three-way kiss, each getting hard.

 

Poor Pythagoras Owens, the 14-year-old busboy, couldn't keep his eyes off Dex's seven thick inches. I whispered a suggestion to Omar, who smiled and nodded assent.

 

"Py, could you do me a favor, please," I asked the Black teen, ripping him from his lust. "My friend Declan has a massive erection, and my jaw is too soar from last night to suck him properly. Do you think that you could give him some oral relief? It would be a great favor to me."

 

Py lit up and looked to Omar, who nodded while trying to keep from laughing at his charge's enthusiasm. I tapped Dex on the shoulder and asked if Py might have the privilege of fellating him. Dex leaned back on the edge of a nearby barstool and spread his legs.

 

The entire room turned to drink in his gorgeous physique. If there were anyone who could compare with my incomparable Lukas, it would be Dex. Or maybe Michel. Perhaps Dan? I laughed silently as I watched Dex's throbbing erection tap his abdomen.

 

Py stood between Dex's legs and took a deep breath, summoning his professional demeanor. "Thank you, sir, for the honor of pleasing you."

 

"Please call me Dex, and I will call you Py. Is that acceptable? We are friends and equals. You are not subservient to anyone just because you work a service job. You decide what you want for yourself."

 

Dex turned to Omar and asked him to leave the room. "I don't want my friend Pythagoras to feel he has to perform for his supervisor."

 

Py stood up. "No. Please, sir. I mean, sir Dex, I mean Dex, sir. I mean Dex. Omar isn't like that. We love each other. He would never force me to do anything. He knows how much I've dreamed about being with a man like you. I want this more than anything. Please." The boy's voice cracked with emotion.

 

Dex opened his arms to the boy, signaling his agreement. "Can we kiss some more? I love kissing you, my friend."

 

Py flew into Dex's embrace, and they made out with surprisingly gentle tenderness. I thought it might be with lust-fueled fury.

 

A few moments later, they separated. Dex asked, "Do you mind an audience, Py? We could move into the bedroom?"

 

Py looked around, meeting most of our gazes, then returned to Dex. "They're not an audience, Dex. They are witnesses. I want their corroborating testimony when I tell my grandchildren about the day I made love with the world's handsomest man."

 

* * *

 

I fell in love with Pythagoras Owens at that moment. Dex's blush was apparent through his deep Black skin. "You don't have to butter me up, Py. You already have me."

 

"I'm not buttering you up – although you would look and feel splendid all slathered in shiny butter. I want everyone to see how lucky I am. I wish a news crew from WGN were here to broadcast this live to the world."

 

"I would like that, too, sweetie. Maybe one of our friends will record this, so you have a memento of our morning together? Do you want to make love to me first?"

 

Py looked surprised. "You want me to make love to you? I thought you would make love to me?"

 

Dex laughed. "We can do both. I stay pretty hard after I cum, so you can plow my ass until I cum all over my face. Then I'll do the same for you. Even Steven."

 

Py giggled – appropriately – like a 14-year-old. Lars stepped forward, his 6 ½ inches pointing to the ceiling and running with precum, his right hand filled with softened room-temperature butter from the pastry cart. "May I?" He asked both men.

 

Dex stayed on the edge of the barstool but picked up his legs and held his knees to his shoulders. His anus was well-used over several rounds of lovemaking last night, but it looked pink and virginal.

 

Lars smiled at Dex's invitation and rubbed his anus with butter, then inserted two fingers into the sacred space. Dex smiled and sighed at the 15-year-old blooming bodybuilder. "That feels superb, Larry. You can add another if you'd like."

Lars complied and twisted his hand around inside Dex's rectum, pleasing both participants. Lars looked over to Py and extended his other hand with a dollop of butter still in his palm. Py stepped forward and received a friendly coating of natural lubricant on his five inches of eager teenage penis.

 

Joe Sikorsky and Atlas Ioannou were recording with their cell phones. Omar found his phone and joined the camera crew. I looked forward to getting all three feeds. Atlas, a film and television location manager, said he would ask a friend to edit the three together so we could all remember this happy day.

 

Dex had had Cookie and Bobby's eight-inch cocks, Luke's nine-inch cock, and Tristan's more-than-ten-inch cock in him last night, but the look on his face as he received Py's five inches matched the ecstasy that those larger appendages had imparted. There was something magical about that 14-year-old. I was certain of it.

 

Py's face reflected Dex's pleasure times ten. We could see him struggling not to cum almost as soon as he sank his penis into Dex's rectum. Omar leaned over and barely whispered, "Control," into his protégé's ear.

 

The teen took a breath and concentrated on bringing off his partner, as he was taught. He knew his own pleasure was to come soon.

 

The 22-year-old bodybuilder was writhing joyfully, gyrating his pelvis to elevate his stimulation. It was sexy as hell watching his torso undulate in rhythm with Py's movements. They were moving as a unit.

 

I looked around the room and saw every man admiring the pair. Nobody was jealous or judging; everyone was thrilled that this man and teenager had found each other.

 

Within two minutes, Dex began to whimper. Py's magic was turned to full force. Without anyone touching his cherished penis, Dex began to shoot ropes of cum across his face and upper chest. I counted five forceful expulsions before the velocity and volume of cum began to wane.

 

Py struggled to hold off his orgasm, but Omar's training served him well. He slowed his pistoning in and out of Dex's ass, allowing the bodybuilder to savor his orgasm.

 

Dex was correct: there was no sign of any diminution of his erection after he finished his orgasm. He opened his eyes to meet Py's gaze. The two of them melted into each other like they had been lovers for years.

 

The teen slowly withdrew from his lover. He hadn't cum, so there was no chance of anything leaking from Dex. The two had silently agreed to switch positions.

 

If I had thought Dex looked sexy, gyrating and undulating while being plowed by Py, he looked doubly sexy sawing his seven inches in and out of his young friend as his cum dripped from his face onto Py's. He stood with his legs spread wide and his knees bent to be at the perfect height to access Py's eager hole, which Lars had thoughtfully lubed with more butter. Py was skinny and flexible enough that he had his ankles crossed behind his neck. Dex didn't need more lube on his cock since it was slathered in his cum.

 

The two didn't speak with words but were obviously communicating through their eyes and sexy-goofy smiles. I don't know why I was so happy to see them together, but I felt like I had somehow catalyzed this union.

 

Pedro and Michel had joined Joe, Atlas, and Omar in recording the coupling. I wasn't sure when they started recording, but I was happy that Atlas's friend would have more material to work with.

 

Five cameras and a dozen additional sets of eyes witnessed Py's young face turn from a sexy smile to an ecstatic moan as he climaxed.

 

The 14-year-old's first two volleys went straight over his head and landed on Pedro's chest as he moved to get a better angle. Three more volleys covered his face and throat, with some going directly into his wide open – but silent – mouth.

 

Much more cum oozed out of Py's still-throbbing cock. He opened his right eye to look at Dex, since his left eyelid was cum-slicked, and nodded slightly. Dex kept a slow rhythm, swaying his hips to reach undiscovered trigger points.

 

Py began to reciprocate, engaging more actively as he approached a second consecutive orgasm. Dex was moaning and growling his coming second climax in less than ten minutes.

 

The teenager began to quiver and whimper as his head fell back and his feet unhooked. Luis was there, pressed against his son Pedro's back, and grabbed hold of Py's feet, keeping his ass wide open to Dex and the view of the cameras.

 

Declan struggled not to tip the barstool over as his rapid-fire fucking signaled his orgasm. The two had decided that Dex's cum would go into Py's rectum.

 

Py burbled some cum onto his belly, but I was shocked to see two more ejaculations hitting his chin. The boy had an infinite supply of cum. Several more burps of cum pooled on Py's flat belly as Dex growled one last time and then froze as he pumped his seed into his new friend.

 

Py had lost consciousness and gone entirely limp. Dex, even as he continued his second orgasm, picked up the young man as if he were a newborn, supporting his head. Luis let go of his ankles.

 

Dex stood still momentarily as he finished his orgasm, then cradled the unconscious boy to himself while leaving his persistent erection encased in its place of welcome.

 

* * *

 

The guys moved and motioned for Dex to sit on the sofa. He arranged Py in a frog position over him, the boy's face nuzzled into his neck, and began to rub his back and ass with tender strokes.

 

Lars and Aziz were on their knees in a flash lapping at Py's anus and the root of Dex's penis. As Dex finally softened, Lars cleaned his cock while Aziz tended to Py's gaping hole.

 

Several minutes passed in silence and stillness, except for the five cameramen slowly moving around to capture the scene.

 

Py finally quivered, relaxed, then shook again, taking a huge breath. Declan kept rubbing his back and nuzzling his cum-covered face against the side of Py's cum-covered face. I heard Dex making some unintelligible soothing noises.

 

Aziz had been quarrying for Dex's cum in Py's ass for a few minutes, but the anal ring was still open and relaxed. Py moved to lift from Dex's embrace, but the bodybuilder pulled him back and told him, "Two more minutes, my love."

 

Py went limp again, accepting with gratitude the serene love being given to him but staying conscious. Soon we heard a little giggle. "Aziz is licking my hole," Py stated as if we all weren't watching him do just that.

 

Dex chuckled. "He's been doing that for a while now. Do you like it?"

 

Py giggled again. "Yeah. I like it as much as he does. It's his favorite hobby, and he's really good at it." Py lifted his head to address his friend. "Are you almost done, Mr. Sabry?"

 

Aziz kissed the open hole, then said, "Just a few more hours, please?"

 

Another giggle overtook Py. "We have work to do. Mr. Zayas will be very cross with us. You know how he can be!"

 

Lars let Dex's cock fall from his mouth. "He's so mean that he might kiss us only a hundred times today instead of two hundred. And he might tell me he loves me only fifty times instead of a hundred."

 

"But I still love him," Py sighed. "I love him, too," Lars agreed. "I love him three," Aziz contributed between kisses on Py's ring.

 

"I love you, too, Dex," Py said, followed by a few kisses on the cheek. "Thank you for making love to me."

 

Dex put his mouth over Py's and snaked his tongue into the teen's mouth. They shared deep kisses for a few minutes. "I love you, too, Py. You are a special young man. If Mr. Zayas doesn't tell you he loves you at least two hundred times today, he is a despicable monster."

 

Py finally pushed his torso away from Dex so he could turn around and look for Omar. Omar had stopped recording and stepped toward the teen.

 

"I can't have these people know the truth about my evil ways," he said with a smile. "I love you, Mr. Owens," he said, following up with a peck on the lips. That was repeated several more times.

 

Omar moved to Lars, then Aziz, repeating his declarations of love to each. Their fondness for each other was evident. My suggestion that Py help Declan rinse off in our shower was met with approval from Omar and the teen.

 

They were gone for a few minutes as everyone resumed eating and drinking. Py went back to his station upon their return after a parting kiss from Declan, who declared to the room, "Breakfast is the most important – and best – meal of the day."

 

Amen to that!