It took Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck, the three teens from Davenport, about ten minutes to move Ted and Ronan from Dan's living room to the terrace of the fourth-floor condo to join the rest of us. The 26-year-old beat cop and the 44-year-old Cook County Circuit Court judge never stopped kissing and caressing each other as they waddled into the late summer sun.

 

After a minute or two in the bright sun, they suddenly realized something had changed and looked around, confused. Both their lips were wet and swollen from many minutes of exploring each other's mouth, their chins smeared with drool.

 

They kept hands on each other's backs but turned to face their smiling companions, all of us happy that these two men had made an instant connection.

 

Their cut penises were wet, too, with Ted's 9 ½ inches drizzling precum onto his red cockring, then onto his scrotum, as his corona tapped above his navel. In contrast, Ronan's seven thick inches issued a constant stream of precum, keeping his deep Black cock shiny and throbbing.

 

Neither man looked the least bit flustered or embarrassed, nor should they have. All of us got sympathetic erections from the invisible cloud of pheromones the two of them created.

 

Michel stepped forward with a gleeful expression. "Ronan and Theodore, welcome to your new home. I hope you are happy living here with Dan and me and that your love for each other grows daily."

 

Ronan patted Ted's hip and pulled him close. "Thank you, Dan and Michel, for your hospitality. Ted and I appreciate it more than we can say."

 

Ted looked from Ronan to Michel and back. "Wait. Do I live here now? When did that happen?"

 

Dex stepped forward and kissed his father's cheek, then addressed Ted. "You aren't suggesting that you're leaving my dad! I just met my new stepfather. You can't abandon me already."

 

The 22-year-old clung to the 26-year-old as if to keep him anchored to the terrace. Ronan put his arms around both. The teens glommed on, Tyler chirping, "You're our auxiliary stepdad, too, since Ronan is our new auxiliary father. We love you, Dad!"

 

"Four sons? Are you telling me that, in one afternoon, I've gained a partner and four sons," Ted looked as if he might start hyperventilating.

 

Michel remained nonplussed. "That's exactly what has happened. You are the luckiest man in Chicago, by my estimation."

 

Ted looked from Ronan to Declan, then let a smile overspread his face, accepting the terrible fate of having a stunningly handsome 44-year-old Black bodybuilder as a partner and his 22-year-old look-alike son as a stepson. He leaned over to offer Ronan another tongue-filled kiss, then turned to Dex. "Thank you for the warm welcome, son," he said before similarly kissing the younger Goff.

 

It didn't take Dex more than a second or two to reciprocate as Ronan looked on, delighted that the two men he loved more than anyone seemed to be getting along so well.

 

Tyler took the initiative to interrupt, as usual. "Excuse me, but we would like to say hello to our stepdad, too, Dex. Don't be so greedy."

 

It took the addition of Ronan's hand on Dex's shoulder for them to end their kiss. It was remarkable how even the father and son's penises looked like replicas of each other, pulsing a constant stream of precum.

 

"I suppose we should go in order by age," Ty mused. "Dad, I'd like to introduce Bobby Trachtenberg, your first auxiliary stepson."

 

Bobby stepped forward to be welcomed into Ted's embrace. "I'm happy to meet you, Bobby."

 

I was impressed that Bobby, who seemed somewhat unsure about his heteroflexibility a couple of days ago, unhesitatingly threw himself into a deep kiss with Ted, sucking his neck once he got through thoroughly tasting Ted's mouth and massaging Ted's fine round chest with its light coating of dark brown hair.

 

Bobby latched onto Ted's right nipple and proceeded to suck, nibble, kiss, and lick it, eliciting a long moan from Ted. Bobby looked up to see Ted biting his lip. "Does Daddy like what I'm doing?"

 

Ted rubbed Bobby's well-developed wrestler's ass. "Daddy likes it very much, baby. Thank you."

 

Ty leaned in, crushing Bobby's face into Ted's chest, to which neither man objected, and said, "I'm Tyler, your middle son."

 

He had barely finished speaking when he tried to climb into Ted's mouth. I almost laughed at Ty's enthusiasm, but it was hot, too, as I remembered how much I liked kissing the 17-year-old.

 

I had to give Chuck credit – he waited almost a full minute before grabbing Ty's head and placing it on Ted's other tit. "I'm Charles Beck, your youngest son," Chuck announced with a few blinks of his mesmerizing green eyes.

 

Chuck occupied Ted's mouth without waiting for a response. It was all I could do not to moan at the sight of the three teens worshipping their adopted stepdad. My cock twitched when I glanced at Dex and Ronan sharing a deep but languid kiss. I hadn't thought about the nature of their father-son relationship but was happy to see that it included a physical aspect.

 

Luke spoke into my mind that he would like to see the two of us share an intimate relationship like that with his father back in Denmark. He shared some memories of their lovemaking with me. I immediately agreed if he thought his dad would be agreeable.

 

Luke assured me his dad would enjoy making love with us.

 

Well, now I look forward to visiting Denmark even more!

 

While distracted by that thought, I missed Chuck sinking to his knees to lave Ted's cock and balls. The 16-year-old groaned at the flavors he retrieved from his auxiliary stepdad's genitals.

 

Bobby stopped nibbling Ted's nipple and whispered something that Ted excitedly agreed to. Bobby then pulled Ty off Ted's other nipple and gave him instructions. Before long, Ted was reclining on the double chaise lounge with Bobby and Ty holding his legs as Chuck moved in to eat his ass.

 

Bobby extended one of the large patio umbrellas so the chaise was in a comfortable shade. "Dex, make sure Dad is ready to make love with Daddy," Bobby instructed.

 

It took Dex a second to realize what was being arranged, but he caught on and descended his father's spectacularly-muscled torso to swallow his thick seven-inch cock. Ronan was suitably prepared to make love with Ted, but that was beside the point. It was another opportunity for Dex and Ronan to demonstrate their love for each other.

 

After a few all-too-quick minutes of preparation, Bobby tapped Chuck's shoulder and handed him one of the containers of lube retrieved from Dan and Michel's bedroom.

 

Ted went from panting through Chuck's analingus to groaning freely at Chuck's digital penetration. When Dex heard Ted's groans, he knew it was time to unite the lovers.

 

Naturally, we gathered around to watch Ronan lovingly sink his penis into Ted's rectum. Their ecstasy was instantaneous and immeasurable. I knew that feeling last night when Luke made love to me me. The two of us smiled as we relived that moment.

 

Until last night I had thought of group sex as a fun romp. Now it was suddenly the best way to share true love and intimacy. I couldn't imagine making love with Luke without having other participants to witness and encourage our love. It's what we all wanted to do for Ronan and Ted.

 

The cop and the judge settled into a slow undulation of lovemaking while kissing softly. But Ronan leaned on his elbow and extended his forearm to seek Dex's hand. He slid it between his and Ted's hearts when he found it. Bobby's hand got similar treatment.

 

Ted extended both his arms to invite Ty and Chuck into their union. Out of the six of them, only Ronan and Dex were blood relation, but they looked like a family without question. This wasn't a frantic sexual episode but a quiet and complete bonding experience for this new family unit.

 

It was so beautiful I cried, which has only happened tens of thousands of times. But I glanced around the terrace to see Luke, Dan, and Michel also misty-eyed.

 

We didn't speak but somehow agreed to add our lovemaking to the mix. I crawled to Ronan's left flank and kissed his incredible left glute's marvelous deep black skin while Michel did the same on Ronan's right.

 

I "heard" Luke suggest that he and Dan trade places, so I soon felt Dan lubing my anus while Luke ministered to Michel. Because of our complete mental connection, there was no loss of intimacy by having Luke physically make love to Michel instead of me. Luke also appreciated how good Dan's 6 ½ inches felt inside me.

 

Once our rhythms were set, Michel and I returned to Ronan's muscled ass. We remained silent and moved slowly. The ten of us performed a quiet ritual that would spiritually transform us. We were nurtured in our love as much as we nurtured Ted and Ronan.

 

Dex and Chuck, as well as Ty and Bobby, kept holding on to Ted and Ronan, but they paired off to rub their cocks together as they kissed. As the minutes passed, we all felt some level of each other's sensations.

 

None of us was in a hurry to bring this sacrament to an end, but we all slowly built up to our inevitable orgasms. It had taken us close to 30 minutes to get there, but we came within seconds of each other.

 

I heard ecstatic screams in my head but realized that we remained silent – the only sounds were gasps and stuttered breathing as the ten of us fired off rope after rope of cum.

 

Dan filled me to overflowing, while Luke did the same to Michel and Ronan to Ted. The rest of us sprayed cum liberally all over the place, but mainly on each other.

 

We descended from the heights of our bliss, but nobody tried to disengage. We stayed still and silent for another few minutes. My face gently nuzzled Ronan's ass as I clung to his thigh.

 

I heard the sounds of squishing cum and sloppy kisses. Ted sighed. "Please marry me, Ronan Goff. I love you and want to be your husband."

 

My heart skipped a beat.

 

"Of course, I will marry you, Mr. Nowicki. I want to be your husband as well. Shall we get married tomorrow," Ronan asked.

 

"Can we," squealed Ted like a seven-year-old asked if he wanted to get a puppy.

 

"If we hurry, we can apply for a marriage license by video conference today. It will be effective as of tomorrow. We need to find an officiant," Ronan stated, like the court officer he is.

 

"I would be honored to officiate," Michel said. "I am licensed in Illinois. We can do the ceremony here if you agree."

 

"Oh wow, yes," Ted exclaimed. "Let's get married tomorrow. How do we apply for the license?"

 

Ronan and Ted took only a minute to celebrate their engagement with a kiss. I felt a pang. I wanted to be married to Luke, too, but stupid things like citizenship and oceans would delay our legal union.

 

We quickly disentangled ourselves as Ronan explained to Ted and Michel what paperwork they would need to complete the license application online before completing the process over video. Michel led them to his office to get started.

 

The rest of us exchanged hugs and kisses, jumping around like fools and enjoying every second of it. In a minute, Michel came back out to give Dan a task. He got on his phone and disconnected a few minutes later, looking triumphant.

 

Dan strolled out to the terrace and spoke to the boys. "Bobby, can you call your dad and tell him that there will be a wedding here at noon tomorrow, so he and Cookie Monster are expected to be here? I've arranged for a helicopter to pick them up in Davenport tomorrow morning at 8:30. It's a little more than an hour in the air to the Vertiport, then another 20 minutes to our place, so they should be here easily before 10:30."

 

The boys stood with their mouths agape. "This is like some high-level Billions shit going down here," Chuck laughed. "How can we help?"

 

We laughed along. Dan told them he didn't yet know their assignments, but they were sure to get some.

 

"Should I call Fletcher the Florist to see what they can put together," I offered.

 

"Yes!" Dan almost yelled. "Tell Tom or Sean that it's on my account, and there is no budget. Whatever they want to do is fine by me. Tom's been here several times for a massage, so he knows what the place looks like."

 

Luke texted Pedro, Tristan, the serving boys, Aziz, Py, Lars, and room service supervisor Omar to tell them that we were unlikely to be back in our suite tonight but that they should feel free to use it however they desired.

 

Sean picked up the phone at Fletcher's. I started into my panicked telling of the events before he stopped me and asked who was calling. I took a deep breath, regained my composure, and explained who I was and that the wedding would occur at Dan's condo on Saturday at noon.

 

Sean hurried to get Tom Wooten on the phone with him before I relaunched into the details, including Dan's insistence that he was willing to pay top dollar for whatever they came up with, even if it meant hiring other florists for assistance.

 

"You know there is absolutely nothing I won't do for Dan," Tom gushed. "I love him to the moon and back. But tell me about the grooms."

 

I explained who Ronan and Ted were, sending Tom some photos on his cell phone as we spoke.

 

"I know Ted," Sean exclaimed. "He's so hot. I thought we would hook up once or twice, but he always backed out at the last moment."

 

I told the guys how much Luke and I liked the floral garlands we wore instead of clothing to walk from the flower shop to Dan's condo and that they were currently decorating the terrace.

 

Tom suggested pillars with bouquets and garlands. "But I won't do the saccharin imitation Corinthian schtick," Tom virtually spat. "Dan's condo is too sophisticated for that. We'll do something much better. Can you send me a few photos of the room as a reminder and the dimensions, including ceiling height? That way, we can design more precisely," Tom instructed. "Do you have a caterer or event planner?"

 

Aaack! I confessed that I didn't even think of that.

 

"Calm down, sweet boy," Tom cooed. "We've got you covered. Do you remember Dave Thistlewaite and his adorable son, Garrett? Dave's husband, Polo, owns an event planning and catering company. He would typically be booked, but he kept this weekend free for his birthday.

 

"That's why I am going to their place tonight. When I tell them that you and Luke have an event planning emergency, no force on earth will stop them from helping you. I've gotten a billion texts from both dads telling me how much Garrett appreciated your kindness to him today."

 

I tried to convince Tom not to let Polo work on his birthday weekend. Birthdays aren't a big deal to me, but some people treat them like national holidays.

 

When I failed, I at least got a promise that Tom, Sean, David, Polo, and Garrett must attend as our special guests. I also got a reluctant agreement that we would pay full price for everything. "It's enough that you all will sacrifice your time on our behalf. I will not have you sacrifice your income as well."

 

I was about to hang up when Tom interrupted, "One last thing, dear boy. I assume the dress for the wedding is naturist, so we won't have to worry about matching the colors of cummerbunds or any absurdity like that?"

 

I laughed. "We haven't discussed it, but I'm certain of it. Please tell Polo, Davis, and Garrett to come naked, too. I wouldn't want them to feel awkward."

 

Tom laughed heartily. "That would be embarrassing if they showed up in formalwear while everyone else was in nature wear."

 

I hung up with Tom and Sean, then sent them contact numbers for Luke, Dan, Michel, and me, asking them to forward all to Polo.

 

As I looked up from my phone, I got kisses on both cheeks from Luke and Dan. I wasn't sure why, but I accepted them with a smile.

 

Luke suggested taking pictures and recording measurements might be good assignments for the boys. Tyler had some experience with photography in his art classes, so Michel gave him his high-end camera and three remote flashes. At the same time, Ted and Ronan finished their video appointment to apply for a marriage license.

 

Michel suggested that Ty take photos with people occupying the space to give the florists a better sense of how the furnishings fill the room. Luke and I were pressed into modeling duties.

 

Bobby and Chuck measured the room, which took only a few minutes. I invited them to model with us, which Ty thought was a splendid idea.

 

We stood in pairs in various parts of the room, randomly switching off partners. I sat on the end of the V-shaped sofa as Luke stood next to me. Ty said he thought it would fill the space better if I sucked Luke to a full erection and let him take a picture of Luke's precum dripping onto my tongue.

 

Well, that seemed like a perfect way to capture the essence of Dan's living room! I suggested Chuck should do something similar with Bobby since Bobby's erection is almost as large as Luke's.

 

Ty laughed and encouraged his boyfriend to suck his foster brother "for the sake of art."

 

We took several minutes to suck our partners to throbbing erections. Ty must have taken dozens – if not hundreds – of photos. Luke laughed at me when I thought I would use any excuse to taste Luke's emissions.

 

Then my smartass of a husband told Bobby to switch places with him, denying me more of Luke's flavors. But tasting Bobby's dripping 8-inch cock wasn't a sacrifice.

 

Tyler asked us to move out to the terrace so that he could give Tom and Sean an idea of that space, too.

 

Bobby and Chuck recorded the measurements for the terrace, then joined Luke and me in posing for Ty.

 

Ty took a few moments to set up the flashes and a reflector on the terrace, saying that the oblique afternoon sunlight would cause too stark a difference between light and dark areas, so he needed a fill flash to soften the contrast.

 

He moved with surprising authority. I saw Michel glance out from the living room and offer a nodding smile to the budding 17-year-old photographer. I waved Michel out and suggested that he take some photos of Chuck and Ty together since the boyfriends hadn't had a chance to pose.

 

Ty sat on Chuck's lap as Michel slightly adjusted the reflector. Even my untrained eye could spot Chuck's emerald eyes popping in the reflected light.

 

If Christopher Atkins from The Blue Lagoon had a younger brother who was ten times more handsome and sweeter, 16-year-old Chuck would still be twice as lovely and sweet as that. I felt Luke swooning with me.

 

After several dozen shots of the youngsters, Michel asked Luke and me to stand by the buffet server to give a better sense of the depth of the terrace.

 

Luke turned my back to him and pulled me close to his chest as he nibbled the top of my ear. I'm sure I was smiling like an idiot, but I didn't care – my love was holding me, so nothing else mattered.

 

Before long, my cock was drizzling, and my ass was twitching as Luke bent his knees to glide his 9-inch erection in my crack.

 

Luke told Michel, who had been photographing Tyler eating Chuck's ass, that Tom and young Garrett would enjoy photos or videos of Luke making love to me. Luke didn't ask my opinion but knew I would follow his suggestions.

 

Chuck scooted to the side of the double chaise and patted the other side in an invitation to me. I lay supine next to the adorable teen and was welcomed by a soft but assured kiss. These kids have learned how to kiss in record time.

 

Michel told us that he was switching his camera to video mode, and it would include sound. Tyler had stopped his analingus on Chuck as we moved around.

 

Michel began by scanning Chuck and my naked bodies as we both had hard, wet cocks bouncing with our heartbeats. I'm sure I was nothing compared to the handsome teen, but I knew Garrett seemed to enjoy my body at the flower shop, so I had no qualms about being fully exposed to him on video.

 

"Hello, Garrett and everyone," I began. "I'm Quentin, in case you don't remember meeting me and my husband Luke this afternoon. This beautiful young man to my right is Charles Beck from Davenport."

 

Chuck kissed my cheek. "Hello, Garrett. I look forward to meeting you and your dads tomorrow. Luke and Q have told us what a special guy you are. We thought you would enjoy a video of my boyfriend Tyler making love with me as Luke and Q make love. It will give you something to think about until we meet."

 

Chuck and I kissed and almost got distracted from the assigned task. I could kiss that boy for hours. I saw Michel holding the camera for a tight shot of our kiss, so I broke it off with a wan smile. "You're a pretty special guy, too, Chuck. I love you."

 

"I love you, too, Q. And you, Luke. And my sweet Ty. Let's get to making love," Chuck giggled.

 

Chuck turned his face away from me to look at his boyfriend. Luke's penis was suddenly a few inches from my lips. I turned to the camera. "This is my beloved Luke's penis," I explained in a faux didactic tone. "You may remember seeing it this afternoon in Fletcher's. It's a magnificent specimen, Garrett. I can't wait for you to taste it."

 

With that, I kissed Luke's wet piss slit, savoring his nectar, then kissed my way down his 9-inch shaft to his balls, getting all the flavor I could find on the hairless scrotum.

 

"As good as Luke's penis tastes," I continued explaining to my video audience, "It feels even better inside me."

 

Michel stepped back to get a shot of the two of us. Luke explained to the camera how he would use coconut oil to lubricate my anus and rectum with his fingers. The camera moved to get a closeup of him inserting two slicked fingers into my anus. I'm sure the microphone picked up my sated sigh of "Thank you, my love," repeated several times.

 

Luke held out the bottle of coconut oil to me, so I cupped my hand to receive a generous drizzle. I coated Luke's gorgeous penis, trying to demonstrate my love for it and him to the camera.

 

"Would you like me inside you now, sweetie," Luke asked with a knowing smile.

 

"Always and forever," I responded without thinking.

 

I felt a warmth flooding my body, starting from my anal ring as soon as my husband touched his cock to me. Although we had been making love for only a few days, I craved the familiar feel of him entering me. I didn't think about pressure, tension, the sting of entry, or any physical sensation, only that I was fulfilling my destiny.

 

I wondered how much Garrett would enjoy seeing Luke enter me, so I asked him to do it again. Luke read my mind, so he didn't question why – he slowly withdrew the three inches with which he had penetrated me and waited for my anus to wink at him several times before reinserting it.

 

I groaned in ecstasy at the touch of my lover. Luke moved in and out a few times, then withdrew again. I felt my ass hanging open, waiting for him to return home.

 

"I love you, Q, more than I can say," Luke told me barely above a whisper.

 

"Thank you for loving me so well," I groaned.

 

This time Luke kept going until my insides were embracing all nine inches. He wordlessly asked if I wanted another complete withdrawal and reentry. We agreed that Garrett would enjoy that, so that's what we did – repeatedly. Luke had never made love to me like that. I didn't know I could long so profoundly for him to plunge back into me.

 

Michel recorded us for a few minutes while Luke maintained his withdrawal/reentry routine, then moved over to record Chuck and Tyler.

 

The teen lovers were in each other's thrall, but their lovemaking skills were still developing. They were beautiful to watch, nonetheless. I was sure David and Polo would point out the differences to Garrett as part of his education in man-on-man sex.

 

Luke and I silently agreed not to protract our session. We were pretty sure that Tyler and Chuck wouldn't last long just because they are 16 and 17.

 

Chuck squeezed my hand with almost painful intensity as his orgasm built. His other hand was clawing at the sheet covering the chaise lounge. The 16-year-old cutie was about to have a hands-free orgasm from getting fucked so well by Tyler.

 

Michel took a few steps in one direction, then another to record the rapture on Chuck's face and the beauty of his lithe teenage body undulating in ecstasy. Then Michel stepped back to capture the beauty of Tyler undulating as he made love to his boyfriend. Their commitment to each other was apparent even if their lovemaking finesse was still developing.

 

Chuck squealed as he fired a substantial glob of cum squarely on his nose. He laughed-squealed with a wide-open mouth and caught his next ejaculation on his tongue as Tyler groaned and rabbit-fucked his way to orgasm.

 

Their mutual orgasm lasted several moments but left them both completely enervated. Tyler collapsed onto Chuck: neither boy could summon the energy to kiss. Instead, they huffed on each other's necks as they tried to form words of love.

 

Michel brought the camera back to Luke and me. We chuckled as I spoke into Luke's mind that Garrett was about to see experts at work. My husband is an expert, but I'm merely a happy recipient of his expertise.

 

It seemed as if Michel spent a lot of time capturing every curve and thrust of Luke's body as he made love with me, which is only fitting. I'm no ogre, but my husband's physique and handsome face are unquestionably the finest anyone will likely see. And he's mine! Better yet, I'm his!

 

Luke sensed – and I confirmed – that I was nearing a hands-free orgasm, just as Tyler had induced in Chuck. My husband lifted his torso away from mine to allow the camera to scan me from my throbbing 6-inch (and a little more) cock to my sweaty, panting face. I have latent exhibitionist tendencies, but I wished Michel's camera were connected directly to every satellite so the world could see what my husband does to me. Luke telepathically laughed at me and confirmed that my love for him made him equally happy to be recorded or broadcast.

 

"Are you going to cum for me, baby, and massage my cock with your talented ass," Luke asked with a growl. "Cum for me, Q. Show everyone what a man you are."

 

With that, Luke's penis pressed on my prostate like never before. I don't even remember feeling my first ejaculation, but I remember watching a rope of cum fly clear above my head. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut as the intensity of my orgasm made me almost lose consciousness.

 

I felt two ejaculations hit my face and several more paint my chest and abdomen. I tried to concentrate on massaging Luke's penis inside my rectum. I must have succeeded because I heard an otherworldly growl as my Danish lover pumped his cum into me repeatedly.

 

Luke remained upright as I returned from somewhere in another galaxy. He had the most gorgeous, goofiest smile on his face. I think I did, too. I licked my cummy lips. "Look what you did to me," I said with a chuckle, gesturing to all the cum I had sprayed on myself.

 

"I see," Luke said, "But I would rather taste."

 

The indescribable pleasure of getting a tongue bath from Luke is second only to the joy of getting fucked by Luke – or maybe kissed, or cuddled, or rimmed, or fingered, or massaged. They're all tied for first!

 

I came again as Luke sucked cum and chewed my left nipple. Why are my nipples suddenly erogenous zones? "Stop showing off," he chided me as another three ejaculations added to the cum on my belly.

 

"Stop being so damned sexy," I retorted.

 

"I'll try," he said with a laugh.

 

"No!" I changed my mind. That got a laugh from everyone.

 

Luke sat back, pulling his deflating cock from my anus, but he was still more than 7 inches. He invited Chuck and Tyler to help clean me up, pleading unconvincingly that there was too much cum for him alone to eat.

 

The two teens were happy to accept the kind invitation. Bobby approached with a pouty lip. I laughed and told him to join the party. As the three teens went about licking and sucking my cum from me – including Bobby eagerly suckling my wilting cock – Luke came around to my face. I opened my mouth to invite his cock in for a loving bath.

 

I crave the taste of Luke's cock, even when it's come directly from my ass. I know how scrupulous I am with my anal preparations, so I am unconcerned with finding anything unwanted.

 

Nursing on the remnants of Luke's cum was enough to restore my energy. In a few short minutes, I thanked the boys for their kind help and sat up, motioning Luke to sit beside me. Michel framed us from the waist up.

 

"Well, Garrett, I guess that concludes our show for today," I stated into the lens. "We all can't wait to see you and your dads tomorrow. Don't hesitate to ask us if you have any questions or criticisms about anything you saw today. I'm sure your dads will be happy to talk with you as well."

 

Luke put his head on my shoulder and spoke. "See you soon, guys. We love you."

 

Michel put down the camera next to the chair on which he was seated and proclaimed the session to be a success. "I want to edit and transcode this immediately so we can send a link to Dave, Polo, and Garrett."

 

We all agreed that would be a good use of Michel's time. "Perhaps Ty could observe how you go about it, Michel. I know he could learn a lot from you."

 

Tyler blushed as Michel reached for his hand and pulled him to stand by his side. "I am happy to teach you anything you want to know, sweet boy," Michel cooed. "Do you think Chuck can spare you for an hour?"

 

Chuck smiled and kissed Ty, saying, "I know he'll be in good hands. Don't hesitate to paddle him if he misbehaves," the mischievous 16-year-old said as he picked up a paddle from the pile of sex toys he and Ty had found in Dan and Michel's closet while looking for lube.

 

Michel laughed and felt Ty's slight but pert ass, kissing each hairless cheek in turn. "Perhaps I will paddle him whether he misbehaves or not."

 

Ty went into a full-body blush, and his cock quickly engorged to more than five inches. Chuck's sparkly green eyes bulged when he saw his boyfriend's reaction.

 

"Whatever you think is appropriate, sir," Ty said meekly.

 

For boys that had not done more than kiss and cuddle until three days ago, they sure were diving head-first into the world of sex. These guys are full of surprises.

 

Michel turned Ty and kissed the young man's penis, then sucked the entirety of it into his practiced mouth. Both guys hummed and moaned in pleasure for several moments until Michel relinquished the rock-hard erection. Ty's belly and bare pubis got several appreciative kisses and caresses from the 40-year-old Real Estate broker/bodybuilder/photographer/expert lover.

 

"You've misbehaved already, young man, by being too delicious and tempting," Michel said with a smile. "We have a job to get done first. Then we can think about playing games. Besides, if I use this paddle on you, Chuck will be there to learn how to do it safely and to the best effect.

 

"Now, let's get to work," Michel declared as he stood and led Ty into the condo by the hand, carrying the camera and the paddle.

 

That was a suitable warning for all of us: we had plenty of work to get to for tomorrow's snap wedding!