The dawn light filtered through my closed eyelids as I floated calmly betwixt dreamland and consciousness. I felt my ersatz husband Luke's breath rhythmically tickling my scalp as he spooned me from behind with my head tucked under his chin and his left arm draped over my hip, his hand providing a comfortable home for my morning erection.

 

Our telepathic connection was maintained even through sleep. Luke dreamed about making love to me as I made love to 16-year-old Chuck Beck while Declan Goff massaged my beloved husband's anus with his fine 7-inch penis. I experienced Luke's love for me strengthening whenever we brought others into our lovemaking. I knew it was in his dream, but it was true for us in reality, too.

 

I can't explain why I love Luke more when he has sex with other men, but he feels the same toward me. We are most comfortable making love in group situations, each happy to share pleasure and intimacy through our inexplicable mental connection.

 

I felt movement on the bed and remembered that we had spent the night in our friend Dan Archambeau's condo in Boystown, along with Dan's father, Michel, our friend Declan Goff, his father, Cook County Judge Ronan Goff, Ronan's 30-minute fiancée, police officer Ted Nowicki, and "our" three boys: wrestler Bobby Trachtenberg, 17, Tyler Pickett, Bobby's friend and informal foster brother, also 17, and Charles Beck, 16, Tyler's boyfriend and a recruit to Bobby's wrestling team.

 

Ten men and teens were happy to sleep pressed against one another in the condo's 9-foot-square Alaskan king bed.

 

While thoughts were trying to organize themselves in my head, I felt soft lips touch mine. I knew they weren't Luke's because he still breathed on me from behind and above. I osculated subtly to let my unknown partner know I welcomed the contact. As he kissed me more deliberately, I realized his soft lips were lubricated with cum of unknown provenance. I smiled and parted my lips, hoping that a secret treasure would be shared.

 

A cum-covered tongue entered my mouth, so I explored it to quarry all the semen I could find and to identify the owner. Not that it mattered whose tongue it was or whose semen: I would be happy to receive a lingual and gift visit from any of the men in the bed.

 

I must have transmitted my pleasure to Luke because I heard him moan and squeeze my penis repeatedly in a molto lento rhythm, which I met unconsciously with reciprocal hip undulations.

 

As my mental focus sharpened, I decided that I was tasting a mixture of cum from two or three sources, which pleased me even more. I was pretty sure that Dex Goff, the 22-year-old bodybuilder whose shredded black physique and handsome face gave all of us weak knees, contributed part of the cum cocktail.

 

The other component tasted similar enough to be His Honor Ron Goff, the 44-year-old shredded bodybuilder and judge. Ron looked so youthful and vital that he and Dex could easily pass for twins.

 

My eyes fluttered open to gaze into gorgeous steel blue eyes, partially obscured by dark brown hair. I knew they belonged to Ted, the beat cop that Luke and I met yesterday as we strolled across Boystown to Dan's condo wearing nothing but flower garlands.

 

Ted and I kissed for several moments, and he rubbed his nine-and-a-half-inch penis on my hip. He met Ron only yesterday afternoon, but they decided they had to be married today. It was ridiculous, but a similar thing happened with Luke and me: I knew I would spend the rest of my life with him minutes after meeting him in the men's lounge of our hotel's gym. We call ourselves husbands, but Luke is a Danish citizen, so we can't get married legally in such a hurry.

 

I didn't know why Ted chose me to receive the precious gift of his loaded wake-up kiss, but I wasn't about to argue. He backed away a few inches and whisper-sang to me, "I'm getting married today! I'm fucking getting married today!"

 

It might have been comical if it hadn't been so sincere. Luke and I whispered to him simultaneously, "I love you."

 

Ted kissed my nose, then slithered up my body to get to Luke's mouth. He needn't have bothered since Luke could feel and taste the kiss with me as acutely as if Ted were kissing Luke directly. Some day, somebody is going to be able to explain how Luke and I can share each other's thoughts and sensations, but it probably won't be today.

 

The 6'3" cop had his pulsing erection pressed into my ribs now. I freed my hands to massage his solid glutes, sticking a couple of fingers in my mouth before finding Ted's rosebud and entering with little resistance. Through Luke, I could feel Ted's kiss get more intense, so I knew I was giving him pleasure. I rotated my hand, found his prostate with my middle finger, and kept it in place, alternating between gentle and firmer pressure.

 

Ted told me how much he enjoyed the early-morning prostate massage through his kiss with Luke. Even without the telepathy, Ted's humping of my obliques tipped me off. The humping increased in speed but not in force. I knew from yesterday and last night that the 26-year-old cop has a near-inexhaustible supply of cum, so I was unconcerned about draining him on his wedding day.

 

I felt Ted expel five powerful shots of cum as he breathed heavily but never broke the kiss with my husband. I knew it would have splattered my face – or Luke's – had Ted and I not been pressed together to block its path. I scooped some of the cum from between us and tasted it. Ah, the third part of the cum cocktail Ted had offered me was his own. And yet he just shot five more generous loads on my chest. He truly is inexhaustible, which is a good thing since his cum is so delicious that everyone clamors for a taste.

 

After a few moments of rest, I removed my fingers from Ted's ass and tasted them. They were coated in several other men's cum and Ted's musk. I think we all had made love to both Ted and Ron last evening or later last night in celebration of their upcoming nuptials, and the evening ended with Ted and Ron taking turns making love with each other as we surrounded them with encouragement.

 

I smiled at the memory, and, for the first time in history, I shed tears at the intensity of the love we exchanged. As I bathed in the emotions, I sensed changes in breathing around me as the guys began to stir. My eye caught the time projected on the ceiling by Michel's alarm clock: 6:52 a.m. We have enough work to keep us busy for Ted and Ron's noon wedding.

 

Ted extricated himself from the man pile and fairly skipped to the bathroom.

 

I broadcast to Luke that he needn't masturbate me to completion right now. I would save it for later. My husband nuzzled the side of my head and told me how much he loved me. I didn't know whether he said the words aloud or not.

 

***

 

As I turned my head to kiss Luke, I noticed the silhouettes of two lithe men standing in the doorway to the hall. They stepped into the bedroom and were dimly lit by a shaft of light from the en suite bath. Both men were naked and tightly muscled. A few glimpses of their faces and blond hair told me they had to be Michel's identical twin sons and Dan's younger brothers, Sebastien and Henri Archambeau.

 

The two 18-year-old sophomore lacrosse players at Princeton University were scanning the pile of men on the large bed, looking for their dad and brother. I raised my hand to catch their attention and pointed to the far side of the bed where the 40-year-old real estate mogul and his 21-year-old trainer/masseur/bodybuilder son had Bobby Trachtenberg locked in the exquisite entrapment of their shared embrace.

 

The waxing light from the sliding glass doors to the patio filled the room with soft illumination, enabling everyone to see more detail, including the near superhuman handsomeness of the twins. I had no idea which was which. One was perhaps an inch taller than the other, both slightly under six feet.

 

The "shorter" twin took the taller one's hand and walked to my side of the bed rather than going to their dad and big brother. I smiled and whispered a greeting. "You must be Sebastien and Henri. Dan and Michel have spoken about both of you with such love and admiration we thought they might have been inventing two perfect men. But now I see that they understated your beauty."

 

Luke introduced the two of us, releasing my six-inch (and a little more) penis while sitting up a bit, which caused his 9-inch penis to rotate upward, covering his navel. Both of us were stiff and dewy.

 

Light glinted off the one twin's left nipple and the other's right. They sported mirrored piercings of a one-inch gold ring from which dangled half a heart. The two teens looked at each other, and I was confident they were communicating like Luke and I do.

 

The left-nip twin climbed onto the bed and straddled me while his brother did the same to Luke. They had surreptitiously picked up one of the many tubes and bottles of lube lying around the room and shoved several greased fingers up each other's asses in a manner that indicated it was far from the first time – or even hundredth time – that they had serviced each other in such a way.

 

With more lube dispensed, hands wrapped around our cocks and slicked them up with a few quick strokes. Before either Luke or I could react, the twins sat on our pubic bones with our penises buried in their rectums. My cock is average size, so I wasn't surprised that my twin didn't display a moment of discomfort taking me to the hilt. But Luke's 9-inch tool is moderately thick and doesn't go anywhere unnoticed. But my husband's partner sat down quickly and began rocking with a smiling sigh as his only reaction.

 

The blond twins were stunningly beautiful, especially watching their fluid motion as they fucked themselves on our cocks, their 28-inch waists moving seductively in slightly circular motions as graceful as dancers. After about thirty seconds of establishing synchronized rhythms, my partner finally spoke.

 

"Good morning," he chirped, sotto voce, "I'm Sebastien Archambeau. I am happy to make your acquaintance. Please call me Seb."

 

My husband's partner introduced himself as Henri and informed us he was the younger brother – by eleven minutes. We all chuckled at that.

 

"How do you guys know our dad and brother," Seb asked as he rocked himself on my cock, somehow massaging me with his rectal muscles. Luke telegraphed to me that Henri was working similar magic with his ass.

 

Both twins bent down to lick and nibble on our nipples as they waited for a reply. My nipples had never been an erogenous zone for me until yesterday when suddenly a bite on either nipple would cause ripples of pleasure to spread across my chest and straight to my genitals. I threw my shoulders back to offer my chest to Seb and quietly moaned as I felt a pleasurable contraction spread from my perineum into my cock. I felt Luke have an even more intense reaction.

 

I explained how I met Dan at the hotel gym where he was filling in as a juice bar barista, then put him in contact with Luke so Dan could be Luke's trainer for the month or six weeks that Luke would be in Chicago. We came to the condo for dinner, where we met Michel and, long story short, fell in love with both of them.

 

"It looks like the old guys have made several new friends," Henri observed as he took a break from nibbling my husband's tits to scan the guys on the bed. "We'll probably have to spend the entire morning introducing ourselves to all of you," he smiled. "I'm sorry in advance if we don't take as much time with you guys as we would like."

 

I laughed and picked Seb's head from my right nipple and spoke to both. "I'm even sorrier still because we all have a lot of work to do this morning. Your dad and brother are hosting a wedding here at noon today, and we have to get set up."

 

Seb ran his hands up and down my flanks in such a sexy way that I thought I would cum right then. "Who is getting married," he asked in a slightly louder voice.

 

With that, Ted came traipsing out of the bathroom, his formerly nine-and-a-half-inch cock down to a turgid six inches, singing louder, "I'm getting married today!"

 

The twins drank in the visage of 6'3" Officer Nowicki as a baritone voice emanated from the center of the bed, singing, "We're getting married today!"

 

Everyone was awake now and in a jolly mood at the sweetness of Ron and Ted's love for each other. Tyler sat up, kissed Ron on the cheek, and continued the impromptu show tune, "You're getting married today. Hooray!! You're getting married to-o-o-o-oday!"

 

I would have applauded Ty's truly laudatory performance had not Seb twisted both my nips just then and sent me into a groaning orgasm. Luke felt my orgasm and launched into his, almost vibrating the bed with his basso profundo groan.

 

The twins looked at each other and came simultaneously, spraying Luke and me from forehead to belly with substantial cum. Both squealed with delight, which got Dan to sit up, apparently recognizing the sounds of his brothers' orgasms.

 

"Seb! Ri-ri! What are you guys doing here," Dan exclaimed with delight. "Why are you riding their cocks instead of mine?"

 

Henri came out of his orgasm first as Luke and I began to lick the tasty treat from each other. "Hey, bro. Good to see you! We were going to work our way across the bed to get to you and Dad, but Quentin tells me there's no time."

 

Michel sat up, pulling hunky wrestling stud Bobby Trachtenberg with him. "I thought you guys were going to Key West this weekend. Didn't I book you a room at the Mansion on the Sea?"

 

Seb smiled at Luke and me devouring his cum, then addressed his dad.

 

"Yeah, my girlfriend Charlotte bailed on me because she went home to visit her grandmother, who had a heart attack, the older twin explained. ". And my boyfriend Cooper couldn't go because he had a track meet. Ri-ri's girlfriend said she'd feel odd going with just two guys. It's not like we haven't had sex with both girls – and Cooper and Finn, too –together. I think something else is going on with her."

 

Michel harrumphed. "Their loss is our gain. I don't think I've met Finn. Did you bring him with you? Is he a boyfriend or a fuck buddy?"

 

Henri was lifting himself off Luke's still-hard cock as he answered. "Finn – his given name is Wentworth – is an assistant trainer for the lacrosse team. He's a junior from North Carolina. We've been going out for about three weeks. He's gay, not pansexual like me, but he doesn't mind sharing a bed with guys and gals as long as he doesn't have to eat a vagina. He's waiting in the living room. I hope that's ok."

 

Michel shook his head. "No, it's not ok. It's rude to leave him hanging out there. Bring him in and introduce him properly with the manners your mother and I taught you."

 

"Yes, sir," Henri answered demurely as he climbed off Luke and went to the bedroom door with cum running down the back of his thigh. He returned a minute later, holding hands with a 6'2" skinny Black man of medium complexion.

 

Wentworth Washington's waist was as thin as Seb and Henri's, which was all the more striking because of his additional three inches on the twins. But his shoulders were expansive, and his biceps remarkably mounded. He wore a green Polo shirt and black rugby short shorts. His legs were thin but defined.

 

Michel got out of bed, followed by Dan, gently replacing Bobby on the bed since he fell asleep after his recent orgasm. Neither seemed concerned that they were naked, hard and had a fresh load of Bobby's cum smeared across their chests.

 

"Wentworth, I am pleased to meet you. I am Michel Archambeau, and this is my son, Daniel. Please excuse your boyfriend's rudeness. We've tried our best, but he seems to be untrainable. Please take off your clothing and join us. I'm sure the boys told you we are a clothing-free household. They live the same way at Princeton, so it shouldn't be surprising."

 

"No surprise at all, Mr. Archambeau and Daniel. I am happy to meet you both," Wentworth spoke with crisp annunciation and an almost British accent as he shucked his clothing in about five seconds. He appeared to be hairless from the neck down and was well-toned for being so thin. His cock was thick and hung about four inches flaccid, with his foreskin just about covering the tip.

 

Wentworth scanned the room and gave a short wave of greeting to everyone on the bed but didn't seem surprised or in the least bit uncomfortable seeing ten men all cuddled up in various groups.

 

Michel smiled broadly at the young man and approached him with open arms. "That's much better, yes? Now we can greet each other properly." He embraced Wentworth, smearing Bobby's cum on him, then tilted his head to close the gap to the taller man's mouth. The trainer was momentarily surprised to have his boyfriend's father's tongue entering his mouth but recovered quickly. As we watched, the two enjoyed a lovely kiss, and Dan stood by impatiently.

 

Dan finally got his chance and took full advantage of it, kissing Wentworth deeply and running his hands all over the man's back and glutes. When Dan finally broke the kiss, he dropped to a crouch in a smooth motion and took his little brother's boyfriend's cock into his skilled mouth.

 

Michel smiled and proceeded as if nothing were happening. "Now that we've met, let me introduce you to my friends here gathered. By the way, did Henri call you Finn? Is that a nickname or middle name," Michel inquired.

 

"My friends call me `Fingers' because of my massage therapy work and long fingers. That has gotten shortened to `Finn,' which I prefer," Wentworth said, holding up a hand to show his long fingers as he moaned from Dan's continued oral magic on the growing tool.

 

"Well, then, Finn Washington, may I present my friends," Michel started. He reviewed everyone's names, how he got to know them, and our relations. It was as much for the twins' benefit as for Finn's.

 

I wasn't sure how much information Finn could absorb since he was moaning and sweating from an apparent world-class blowjob courtesy of Dan. Finn intertwined his long fingers over his three-inch afro, and tried maintaining eye contact with Michel.

 

The elder Archambeau smiled as he concluded his introductions and looked into Finn's slitted eyes, "Would it be ok if I ate your ass now, Finn?"

 

"Yes, sir. Please," Finn stammered.

 

For the next several minutes, we all watched Dan and Michel give Finn extreme pleasure with their mouths, which we had experienced in one form or another over the last few days. All three seemed pleased to have an audience.

 

I was sitting in bed next to my husband, covered in cum from two 18-year-old twins we had just met, with six other naked men and teens in bed with us, all watching a father and son suck off and eat out their son/brother's boyfriend. But somehow, the scene appeared – I don't know – wholesome and quaint. Michel and Dan weren't performing a lewd sex act before us. They innocently welcomed a member to their tribe in the best way they knew how. It was sweet.

 

Luke mentally conveyed to me that his dad and grandfather would welcome me to his family similarly if I were amenable. I let him know that I would look forward to it.

 

Poor Finn didn't know whether to back onto Michel's tongue or thrust into Dan's mouth as he approached his orgasm. We've all been there. Finn began accelerating his hip thrusts. His stomach became so concaved on his forward motions I swore his belly button was touching his spine. Finn's repeated moans turned to an extended groan as he froze and pumped cum into Dan's mouth. It looked to be a respectable amount from Dan's reaction.

 

When the orgasm subsided, Dan and Michel stood to share the flavors of Finn's musky ass and tangy sweet cum. They generously also shared with Finn, whose long fingers cupped both men's asses during their threeway kiss.

 

Finally, the young Mr. Washington turned to the twins and said, "Now I know where you guys learned your techniques! It felt just like when you two suck and eat me. I bet your dad fucks as well as the two of you, too."

 

He walked to the bed with his seven-inch wet erection pointing the way and kissed Henri, then Sebastien. Finn didn't linger with the twins, gingerly crawling over Luke, me, and Declan to get to Ronan Goff, who Ted once again joined.

 

Finn took each man's hand and said, "Best wishes, Judge Goff and Officer Nowicki, on your upcoming wedding. I wish you many years of happiness and ever-growing love and respect for each other. I'll get out of all your ways now to allow you to prepare the celebration."

 

Ted used his free hand to grab Finn's bicep. "You're not in the way, Finn. Please stay and celebrate with us. We're happy to include anyone who is happy for us. Should we take a vote? All in favor?"

 

All hands shot into the air, with everyone affirming Finn's welcome — everyone except Bobby, who remained asleep after his orgasm and missed the entire episode.

 

"That's settled, then. Oh, Michel, speaking of guests," Ted continued, "I checked my phone when I went to the bathroom. I got four acceptances from friends and coworkers and a few regrets. There are still three or four who have yet to respond."

 

Michel opened the sliding glass door slightly to the brisk October morning as he said he would add the names to the list. "We've told Tom Wooten to let Polo know to prepare food for up to thirty guests, so we're covered. I'm sure Polo will build in a buffer, too."

 

Sleepy fun time was now officially over. We climbed out of bed, except for Bobby. Tyler and Chuck crawled to him, each licking and nibbling on one of his balls to rouse him. He got aroused quickly, his eight-inch erection burbling with precum again. Ah, to be 17.

 

When Bobby's eyes opened, Ty and Chuck sat up and grabbed Bobby's hands to yank him out of bed. "You guys are mean," Bobby groaned good-naturedly.

 

*** 

 

We moved through Michel's large, luxurious shower in random groups. I showered with Tyler and Ronan, generously washing every inch of each other's bodies but not deliberately trying to get anyone off. We used our time efficiently, knowing that others were waiting, but time wasn't waiting for any man.

 

Dan pulled out a variety of fruits, cereals, and protein powders and offered to make smoothies to order. Michel announced that he would provide omelets for anyone who wanted them, then offered Luke some Gravlox wrapped in Romaine leaves to supplement his smoothie. I'm not a huge fan of salmon cured with salt, sugar, and dill instead of cooked with heat, but the bite Luke offered me was tasty. Suddenly, salmon seems like an appropriate breakfast food.

 

I checked my messages after brushing my teeth. Omar Zayas, the room service supervisor at our hotel, texted that Pythagoras Owens, the 14-year-old bellhop, begged to skip his shift today to help with the wedding when he found out Declan's father was getting married. Py and Dex made love yesterday morning in our hotel suite and fell in love – deeply, madly, truly. Omar agreed and said he would put young Py into an Uber as soon as I sent the address and promised to meet the lad at the car to escort him into the building, needlessly reminding me what a precious boy young Master Owens is.

 

I promised Omar, restating my love for Py. I further told him I would have our young server send Omar updates and selfies every hour to ensure he was happy and safe. I asked Omar what time Py needed to return and was told that Omar would retrieve him when his shift ended at 3:00. I texted him that would be perfect and to bring Aziz and Lars, the other bellboys, too, if they were free. All would be welcome to stay as long as they were having fun.

 

Next up, Ted informed us that his parents and uncle would be joining us, but his mom wondered if she was required to be naked, too, or if it was just the wedding party. Michel said, "Tell your sweet mother to come dressed however she is comfortable. We have a clothing-free household, but I would never compel someone to be naked if it made them uncomfortable, especially at their son's wedding."

 

That remark got an immediate incredulous laugh from Dan, Seb, and Henri. "This from the man who stood by the door with scissors and told my friends to either take off their clothes or he would cut them off," Dan said.

 

"I was just trying to help them overcome their shyness," Michel shrugged.

 

"We were five years old, Dad," Dan laughed.

 

"That's old enough to learn. You guys were naked as soon as you got out of diapers. Besides, they all were eager to get naked every time they visited after that, weren't they," Michel reminded his sons.

 

"Well, I suppose," Dan conceded.

 

"There you go," Michel said triumphantly. "What's next?"

 

"You can add five more to the guest list for me," Ronan said, reading from his phone. "My bailiff, a fellow judge, and three friends from my gym all said they would come. They all agreed to the dress code."

 

"Alrighty, then," Dan smiled. "We're having a real party!"

 

Dan's phone chirped a few minutes later, and he showed us a photo sent from John "Cookie Monster" Hamilton of him and Robert Trachtenberg (Bobby's dad) standing with their arms around each other in front of the helicopter we sent to pick them up in Davenport. It was only about 8:20, so they were running ten minutes ahead of schedule.

 

I was helping to put away breakfast a few minutes later when my phone dinged, showing a message from a number I didn't recognize. "Good morning, Mr. Collins. It is Pythagoras Owens. My driver says that I will arrive in 2 min. I can't wait to see you again!"

 

How sweet is he? I saved the number in my contacts and announced the beloved boy's impending arrival. To no one's surprise, Dex volunteered to greet Py's car. He strode to the door, which I realized we had left standing open all night. The front lobby door is locked, so it wasn't a big deal since Michel said he vetted and trusted the residents in the seven units on the three floors beneath us. They all signed leases stipulating that it was a clothing-optional building, including all the public areas like the halls, gym, laundry, communal theater/entertainment room, and garage.

 

As Dex was about to exit to the stair hall, he turned to Ted and asked, "I'm good, right," referring to his lack of clothing.

 

"You're very good. Excellent, I would say," Ted joked. "But, yeah, I don't think you'll see many people on the street this early Saturday morning. If you encounter someone, just smile and wave."

 

With that encouragement, the 22-year-old bodybuilder and newly hired conditioning coach at Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck's high school in Davenport went naked down the steps from the fourth-floor penthouse condo.

 

I busied myself with breakfast cleanup, determined to make the place spotless and clutter-free for when Polo Sanchez's catering crew arrived. I had no idea what they would bring or how many people would be on their team. Michel signed out the third-floor communal entertainment room for the day for us to use as a staging and storage area.

 

Ten minutes went by before Dex reappeared with Py. I didn't ask whether they took the steps or the elevator because it looked like Py must have floated up to the fourth floor; he seemed so happy to be in Dex's presence again. I can't say I blame him one bit. Dex seemed equally glad to have his young love at his side.

 

Py must have removed his clothes on the way up and tossed them in the hallway before coming in to a rush of men happy to greet him with hugs and lingering kisses. We introduced the young man to Seb, Ri-ri, and Finn, who were charmed by the 5'8" 14-year-old as much as we were.

 

I told Py that he was expected to send hourly reports to Omar to assure his mentor of his comfort and safety. Finn volunteered to use Py's phone to take photos of him surrounded by the group of admirers, including the twins. We squeezed into the teen newbie bodybuilder so tightly that he had to use the photo editing software on his phone to draw an arrow to his face.

 

I also took a photo of just Dex and Py standing side-by-side with their 7" and 5" erections, respectively, pointing to the ceiling. I finally got to ask Py why he was delayed in arriving as Michel and Dan stood by.

 

"I'm very sorry if I inconvenienced you, Mr. Collins," Py started. I interrupted him. "No. Stop. It wasn't any hardship on my part. I was concerned about your safety. And please, please, please call me Quentin or just Q."

 

"Oh, ok, Q," Py giggled at my silly nickname. "Right after I texted you, we got stuck behind a moving van on a one-way street, and it took a while for the driver to get the people behind him to back up so that we could back up and take a different route."

 

"I'm glad it wasn't anything more serious than that," I replied. Turning to Dex, I asked, "So, did you just hang out in the lobby all that time?"

 

He laughed. "No. I was on the sidewalk. I thought it would be only a minute, but it turned into ten. Ted told me there wouldn't be anyone around at 8:30 on a Saturday morning, but the neighborhood was buzzing." Dex addressed Dan, "I've got to say, all your neighbors are super friendly. Most just said hello as they passed, but some stopped to chat and ask if I needed assistance or something.

 

"I got to talk to some of your neighbors across the street, too, when they waved to me from their balconies," Dex continued. "They seemed disappointed when I told them I wasn't a new tenant but just a visitor for the day. The one guy said he hoped to see more of me. I told him there wasn't more to see than he was already looking at."

 

We laughed at his quip. Dan said, "Well, I'm happy you left a good impression on my neighbors."

 

Michel pointed his finger at his oldest son, "When I suggest going for a natural stroll, you have a fit, but you thank Declan for doing the exact same thing. I am the victim of a double standard, and it's monstrously unfair!"

 

Dan took a deep breath. "Dad, you want to stroll around the neighborhood naked all day. Dex was out on the sidewalk minding his own business for a few minutes early in the morning. There's a big difference."

 

"If it's fine for five minutes, I don't see why it shouldn't be fine for five hours," Michel retorted. "What if I went out early in the morning and walked over to Savanna to grab breakfast after my workout and recovery? Would you object to that?"

 

Dan rolled his eyes. "Do you think they would let you in at Savanna?"

 

"Why wouldn't they," Michel asked. "I'd have my phone so I could use Google Pay. What more would I need?"

 

"Fine. Go ahead and try it," Dan surrendered. "But don't come crying to me if they ask you to leave before you get your Mote Pillo."

 

"We'll find out soon enough," Michel insisted. "I'll go over there Monday if the weather is nice."

 

***

 

With Michel placated on that front, he asked Ted and Ron to sit with him and plan the ceremony. Dan suggested I join them as the official stenographer since I seemed to be the organized one in the crowd. I didn't recall having ever been called organized before, but I agreed to be helpful if I could.

 

We went to the patio, where the bright morning sun compensated for the still-cool October air. It promised to be another warm day for the season, giving us the flexibility to use all the condo's spaces.

 

Michel had officiated at a few weddings, but as a county judge, Ronan was far more experienced as an officiant. Judge Goff said he didn't have any preference for vows or readings as long as they met all legal requirements.

 

I interrupted, "Before we get to the ceremony proper, should we discuss the wedding party? Will there be best men? Groomsmen? Ring bearers? Flower boys?"

 

Both grooms got dreamy looks as they contemplated their wedding. Ron stood and asked into the living room, "Declan, my beloved son, would do me the honor of being my best man today?"

 

Dex came flying into Ron's arms, and everyone inside went to the large glass doors to watch the father and son kiss passionately in a loving embrace. None of us was in a hurry to separate them, not that we could have if we had tried.

 

When they finally broke apart, they maintained eye contact and smiled goofily. Though their kiss was what most would consider sexual, neither was hard – it was just how Dex and Ron expressed their father-son love for each other.

 

I sat, turned my attention to the notepad Michel had given me, and recited officiously as I wrote, "Attendant to Judge Goff, his son Declan Goff. That's the inference I'm making. Did I get that correct?"

 

Dex jokingly smacked the back of my head. I totally deserved it.

 

"Next," I continued, "Officer Nowicki, are you considering having an attendant? If so, may I have their name?"

 

Ted broke his gaze from his fiancée to give me his attention. "I have someone in mind, but I haven't asked him yet.

 

"There is a man who – above all others – I consider responsible for bringing me here yesterday, where I met the love of my life," Ted said as he took a step toward me. "So, Quentin Collins, would you honor me by standing next to me as I marry my love today? I want everyone to know how much I cherish you for insisting that I make new friends yesterday, never anticipating that your invitation would change the course of my life."

 

Ted said something else, but the sounds of Niagra Falls gushing from my eyes made it impossible to hear. I stood, looking helpless for a moment before Luke came rushing out to the patio to support me physically. I was on the verge of collapsing.

 

I leaned back into my husband's embrace and tried to speak. "Yes, I mean, why? But are you sure? Isn't there someone better? I didn't do that much."

 

Ted kissed my cheek sweetly and then did the same to Luke. "There are plenty of better men, but you're cheap and easy," he joked.

 

I punched his shoulder and said, "Stop trying to flatter me. But what if I pass out? Or throw up? Or fart? I mean, what did I really do? So many things had to align for you and His Honor to meet. I played a small part."

 

Ted thought for a moment. "You don't have to do anything. Just stand there and look pretty. You can represent all the mysterious coincidences of the numberless multiverses that had to come together to make this moment possible in this universe. You are the physical manifestation of that. That's all."

 

I moaned, and my knees buckled. "Is that all?"

 

Ted laughed. "I understand if you don't want to. I won't be offended if you say no."

 

I was embarrassed that he thought I wouldn't want to do it. "I want to. I am honored. Truly, I am. But I don't want to make a spectacle of myself. It's a well-kept secret, but I tend to cry. I know I'm going to be blubbering during the ceremony."

 

Everyone erupted in good-natured laughter as Dan handed me several tissues, which I soaked in no time.

 

Judge Goff suggested, "Would it be too much to have both Lukas and Quentin as your attendants, my love? They are both responsible for luring you into my lair, well, Michel's lair. Q can support you while Luke supports him."

 

"Perfect!" Ted declared.

 

Luke cleared his throat. "I have one condition before I agree."

 

Uh-oh.

 

"The two of you must consent to be attendants when Q and I get married if you can make it. We don't know whether it will be here, New York, or Denmark."

 

Ron and Ted assured us they would be at our wedding at any time or place.

 

"Next," I took a deep breath to gather my wits and returned to my organizing duties, "Pythagoras Owens, please step forward."

 

Py came to my side apprehensively. I kissed his cheek and embraced him before turning him to face Ted and Ron. The 14-year-old bellboy felt surprisingly warm with the back of his naked body pressed against my front, with the morning sun glistening on his hairless, spotless black skin. "This stunningly handsome young man would make a perfect ring bearer. Are you going to exchange rings?"

 

Ted and Ron looked at each other dumbly as I caressed Py's shoulder and chest absentmindedly. Only when I heard his shuddering sigh did I realize I had induced an erection in him. He seemed perfectly comfortable standing naked and erect before Ted and Ron for their viewing pleasure.

 

Ron smiled when he noticed Py's five-inch salute. I leaned down and kissed the young man's head and whispered thanks into his ear for being such a lovely boy. He just about purred as he nuzzled into my face. It was no wonder that Declan fell in love with him yesterday morning in our suite.

 

Michel laughed as he looked at the flummoxed couple. "I already thought about that. I have my jeweler coming over at 10:30. Over the years, I've bought hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of trinkets from him for Constanza. He'll have various options in every size from which you can choose. It will be my gift to the two of you."

 

Once he tore his gaze away from Py, Ron recoiled, "Oh, Michel, we couldn't ask you to do that on top of everything else you are doing, including having us live here with you."

 

"Well," Michel smiled, "You didn't ask. I offered, so there's no problem. What's next?"

 

Depending on what Tom Wooten has arranged for flowers and decorations, I suggested that our new friend, Garrett Thistlewaite, the 13-year-old we met at Fletcher the Florist yesterday, might make a lovely flower boy. That suggestion was immediately agreed to.

 

"Will you walk in together," I asked. "If so, do you want music? It won't be much of a procession, but it might be nice to have something to set the mood."

 

"I think we should walk in together," Ted offered. "It will be enough of a procession if we have Garrett, Py, Dex, and then Luke and Q preceding us."

 

I glimpsed Bobby in a whispered conversation with Tyler and Charles inside the glass doors. Bobby came out to the patio and addressed Ted and Ronan. "Ty and Chucky Cheese have been practicing a song for the fall musical at school. They could sing it for you guys."

 

I had no idea how well either boy could sing, except for Ty's cute two-line performance in bed this morning. Maybe they can't. How terrible would it be if they were bad but enthusiastic? How would we decline the offer?

 

"I wish I had my guitar," Ty said as he and Chuck came out holding hands. "We could sing a little, and you can decide if you like the song. Maybe you could play the recorded version from Spotify or something?"

 

Bobby put his arms around them and told them to sing a little to each other the way they usually do. The teens whispered to each other, agreeing on what part of the song they'd perform.

 

Ty hummed a pitch, and Chuck nodded, then started tapping the beat on Chuck's arm. They held hands, looked into each other's eyes, and started singing a balladic barcarolle from Dan + Shay:

 

And we'll build this love from the ground up

For worse or for better

And I will be all you need

Beside you I'll stand through the good and the bad

We'll give all that we have

And we'll build this love from the ground up

 

This life will go by

In the blink of an eye

But I wouldn't want to spend it without you by my side

The clouds are going to roll

The earth's going to shake

But I'll be your shelter through the wind and the rain

 

And we'll build this love from the ground up

For worse or for better

And I will be all you need

Beside you I'll stand through the good and the bad

We'll give all that we have

And we'll build this love from the ground up

From the ground up

 

Ty and Chuck harmonized sweetly and looked adorable doing it. Any doubts I had about their abilities dissolved by their beautifully wrought offering. The song was charming but not cloying. They kissed each other when finished, then turned to Ted and Ron to see their reaction.

 

I was about to congratulate them on a job well done, but all that came out was a gasp and a sob as I cried – again. My tears were validated when I saw tears on both Ted's and Ron's cheeks. The fiancées went to the teens and smothered them in kisses and compliments, insisting they perform the song for their wedding.

 

When the huddle finished, Ty repeated his wish for a guitar. Dan turned to Michel, "Dad, what's the guy's name in unit 2C? Is it Jake? I hear him play the guitar and mandolin – or balalaika or lute or whatever it is – all the time. I know he is a classical guitarist, but maybe he would lend Ty a guitar – or, better yet, agree to play for the wedding?"

 

Michel grabbed Dan's face and kissed him hard. "You're not nearly as dumb as everyone says," he joked. "I'll run down to see if he's home this morning. I'm sure he'd be willing to help after all I've done for him."

 

Dan laughed. "I'm not even going to ask."

 

Michel laughed along. "Let's just say those nimble fingers of his find all the right spots." Then he dashed into the condo and out into the hall.

 

We tried to finalize the rest of the ceremony in Michel's absence. Both Ted and Ron said they didn't want to make long, gushy vows, just sticking to the traditional wording. I advised that they could spontaneously interject a simple phrase or two before starting the vows without throwing off Michel.

 

I asked if they had ideas for a greeting or introduction Michel could give to begin the ceremony since this would be the first time most of them would meet them as a couple. They said they would put some ideas together and give them to Michel.

 

"Speak of the devil, and the devil appears," I noted as the elder Mr. Archambeau returned with another man in tow.

 

Michel led the man to Ted and Ron. "John Monroe, these fine gentlemen are my excellent friends – and today's grooms – Officer Theodore Nowicki of the Chicago Police Department and the Honorable Ronan Goff, Judge of the Cook County Court. Gentlemen, may I present Professor John Monroe, who has agreed to share his talents with us today."

 

"Please call me Jake," the man scoffed. "Professor Monroe stays at work."

 

Jake was a short and slight man, standing perhaps 5'5" and weighing no more than 130 pounds. He was fit and trim but not shredded or even particularly muscular. He appeared to be in his late thirties and had an angular but handsome face. His straight hair was jet black and parted neatly on the left.

 

The guitarist also had a well-trimmed patch of black hair on his chest and a small trail leading to a barely-there pubic bush. His arms and legs were also thinly covered in short, straight black hair.

 

I was surprised to see Jake's intact flaccid penis draped about five inches over disproportionately large balls. He seemed a little nervous to meet a dozen naked men, all taller than he, including 14-year-old Py.

 

Ronan thanked Jake profusely for giving up his Saturday and invited him to stay for the luncheon and party to follow.

 

Jake drank in the sight of Ronan and Ted before responding, "It's my pleasure to help out friends of Michel, who has been so very kind and welcoming to me. But, as I mentioned to him, I must leave by 3:00. I have an appearance this evening at the French Consulate downtown."

 

Jake's voice was average in timbre, but he had a resonance that sounded like his entire head and chest cavity were broadcasting the sound.

 

"We're grateful for whatever time you give us," Ronan said warmly. "What kind of appearance do you have, if I may be so nosey? Have you been subpoenaed or something?"

 

Jake laughed. "I hope not! I'm on the music performance and practice faculty at DePaul and lecture on music history. I'm giving a little talk on the trobadors and trouvères in Medieval France, then a few of my graduate students and I will perform a little concert demonstrating the difference between the Occitan songs of the southern provinces and the later Old French of the north.

 

"It's all to inaugurate a new cultural scholarship program sponsored by the embassy's Cultural Services Division," Jake stated. "There's a small exhibition of trouvère manuscripts from Thibaut de Champagne and Blondel de Nesle. That should be interesting."

 

Ronan raised his eyebrows. "Well, I didn't expect to be in the presence of such erudition on a Saturday morning. I didn't expect to get married this morning, either, so there's that."

 

Michel noted that he is only one generation removed from his French lineage since his father brought the Archambeau clan to America in the late 1970s, several years before Michel's birth.

 

"We've tried to keep the language and traditions alive in the family," he continued as he grabbed Henri by the shoulder and pulled him close. "My youngest, Henri, is a French literature major at Princeton, so, of course, he is my favorite, at least for the moment."

 

Jake made no pretense about gawking at the stunningly handsome blond 18-year-old lacrosse player, then doing similarly with Sebastien and Daniel.

 

"They would all be my favorites," Jake said wryly. "I have additional entrance credentials to tonight's event if any – or several – of you are interested. The wedding is your primary concern today, of course, but the offer stands. You can come at the end of the cocktail hour at 7:00 to hear the concert and view the exhibition. My lecture will be more musicological rather than literary."

 

Ted and Ronan encouraged Henri to accept Jake's offer, reminding him they would be at the condo whenever he returned. "I'm sure the wedding celebration will last well into the early morning," Ted said with a smirk.

 

Michel suggested all three of his sons go, but Dan thought he should stay as the host of record for the wedding. Henri and Sebastien agreed to go. Luke and I generously offered to see to Finn's comfort in their absence. We are such martyrs!

 

"I hope they won't cause you any trouble or embarrassment," Michel said. "They each oscillate between charming and infuriating. I should have disciplined all of them more," Michel continued while kissing Ri-ri's temple, running his hands down his son's back, lightly smacking his beautiful ass, then rubbing it tenderly.

 

"I can help with that if you'd like," Ronan said. A dozen erections quickly presented themselves as we all contemplated the 210-pound shredded black bodybuilder putting us all in our places.

 

I looked around and chuckled, observing that Py appeared on the verge of cumming at the thought of Dex's dad disciplining him. The 14-year-old was burbling with precum slicking his cock and balls as it drizzled onto the patio. I caught his eye and winked at him. He smiled back, entirely unashamed to exhibit himself and his desire.

 

"I think the restraints and discipline bench will have to wait for another time," I suggested, trying not to gawk at Jake's near 10-inch throbber insinuating itself into the mix.

 

We tried to recompose ourselves and focus on the tasks at hand, although I did see Ted and Ron exchange mischievous looks at the thought of disciplining us. Py's erection never diminished.

 

After more discussion, Michel suggested that Tyler and Chuck return to Jake's condo to rehearse and become "comfortable" with each other, rubbing the boys' asses as he said it. The gluteal massage was enough to recharge Ty's and Chuck's erections, which received no objections from anyone present.

 

"You probably need a few run-throughs to get used to each other's tempo and rhythm. I'm sure that Jake will give you welcome input. You should be able to get everything accomplished in about an hour, then return here for whatever your next assignments will be," Michel instructed.

 

I wondered what kind of "welcome" Michel had provided for Jake in their previous meetings.

 

Michel kissed Jake on both cheeks and admonished him not to wear out the boys before their performance as the trio made their way out of Dan's condo.

 

"Are they going to get fucked," Bobby asked with characteristic bluntness.

 

"I hope so," Michel replied. "Jake is an excellent lover and can go repeatedly. They will each probably get two go-rounds with him. It will help them to relax before their performance. Thirty or forty-five minutes of Jake fucking me always unblocks my chakras and improves my mood."

 

"I just hope they make beautiful music together," I joked.

 

Michel laughed and then picked up his chirping phone. After a brief conversation, he told us that the driver he hired to bring Robert "Coach" Trachtenberg and John "Cookie Monster" Hamilton from the Vertiport was checking in. "They should be here in ten minutes, about 20 minutes ahead of schedule."

 

Luke laughed at me. I looked at him questioningly. He said, "I saw that dreamy look on your face. You can't quite decide if it was for Robert or Cookie. I'm anxious to see both of them again as well."

 

"Me too," I agreed. "It's going to be a grand and glorious day!"