The kitchen in Dan Archambeau's modern and well-appointed fourth-floor condo was spotless and ready to become home base for Polo Sanchez's catering crew, which should arrive within the hour to set up for Ted and Ronan's wedding reception.

 

I stood beside the island, absentmindedly looking past the grey glass panel separating the kitchen from the dining room to the living room and patio beyond. Only when my husband, Lukas Vestergaard, put his hand on my shoulder did I realize I was bouncing on the balls of my feet in anticipation.

 

Luke kissed my cheek and laughed at me while sharing his thoughts wordlessly, which we are somehow able to do: I love them both, too.

 

We awaited the arrival of our friends Robert "Coach" Trachtenberg and John "Cookie Monster" Hamilton, whom Michel Archambeau had kindly hired a helicopter service and car to retrieve from Davenport, Iowa, so that they could attend the snap wedding. The 40-year-old wrestling coach at Quad Cities Academy for Boys had been in Chicago with his three boys: Bobby, 17, his biological son; Tyler Pickett, 17, Bobby's best friend since kindergarten who moved into the Trachtenberg house when he had a disastrous coming-out to his parents; and, Charles "Chucky Cheese" Beck, 16, Tyler's boyfriend and a newly-minted recruit to the school's wrestling team.

 

Robert drove the school van, bringing along three girls and the newspaper advisor from the boys' academy's sister institution for a three-day writing workshop at the University of Chicago. Robert was supposed to take everyone home at noon Friday when the workshop finished but decided his boys would be allowed to stay with Luke and me for more fun and bonding. The girls had to get back because of sports and other commitments, so they left at noon while the boys stayed with us at Dan's Boystown condo.

 

John, a 34-year-old art historian and curator at The Morgan Library & Museum in Manhattan, was in Chicago for meetings at the Newberry Library, where he hoped to secure loans of some of their Medieval manuscripts for an exhibition at the Morgan the following year. His sessions on Friday were postponed when some of the Newberry contingent was delayed returning from overseas, so he volunteered to go to Davenport with Robert to keep the poor man from being lonely overnight. John is a kind and giving soul, haha, offering to forgo his weekend alone in a hotel room to spend it with the 6'1" tightly-muscled, handsome as all-get-out young Tom Ford look-alike with an 8-inch cock.

 

The original plan was that Luke and I would borrow Michel's Volkswagen Atlas to drive the boys home today, then return with John on Sunday so we would all be ready to return to work on Monday. But Ted and Ronan's decision to get married at noon today threw off everything. Not that any of us minded. But we still haven't determined the logistics of getting everyone back to Iowa, including Ronan's son Declan, who will become Quad City Academy's strength and conditioning coach.

 

Luke and I passed thoughts back and forth about trying to decide which man was sexier, the more traditionally masculine athletic wrestling coach or the 5'11" lean, light-skinned Black man with loosely curled light-brown, sometimes reddish hair and a body toned by Manhattan's most exclusive trainers and gyms.

 

Why choose? We decided that Luke would attack Robert, and I would go for John when Dex escorted them from the car. We heard laughing and conversation as the three men ascended the steps to the fourth floor. The door to the condo was standing open to the stair hall and elevator lobby, as it had been all night.

 

My husband and I approached the door as we saw the trio round the corner. Suddenly, there was a flash as Bobby Trachtenberg flew through the living room yelling, "Dad! Cookie!" and ran into his father's arms, mashing his mouth against his surprised dad.

 

Robert had told me he hadn't had a sexual relationship with any of the boys, though he ran a liberal clothing-free household in Davenport. He is not as militant a nudist as Michel Archambeau, but nobody is. Robert, Bobby, and Tyler each had their own rooms in the tiny house, though Bobby and Ty usually slept in the same bed whenever Chuck wasn't spending the night so that Bobby could comfort Ty through his frequent nightmares.

 

Ty and Chuck are sure of their gay orientation, but Bobby is still trying to figure things out. He enjoys sex with his girlfriend but also freely admitted wanting to trade blowjobs and handjobs with Tyler and Chuck, but didn't want to imperil his near lifelong friendship with Tyler.

 

None of the boys had gone "all the way" until we met them in the steam room of the hotel's gym a few nights ago. The teens observed Luke and me – and a few other guys – enjoying each other's bodies and decided to do the same.

 

When Robert came down to the men's lounge/juice bar to retrieve the boys for their night curfew, we were cooling off between sessions, sitting comfortably naked on our towels on two sofas, enjoying casual conversations. Luke explained that we had planned one more interval in the steam and convinced Robert to strip and join us. Since the coach only wore threadbare sweat shorts, flip-flops, and a Quad Cities Wrestling sweatshirt with the sides cut open from shoulder to waist, it didn't take him long to get naked with us.

 

That night saw many firsts, including Bobby and his dad double dicking our other friend Martin, a university psychologist who had to return home Friday night. Bobby, whose dick is about a half-inch longer than his dad's 8 inches, decided he liked the feeling of their two cocks sliding against each other in a tight, welcoming orifice.

 

Robert volunteered to do the same with Bobby and his girlfriend Janet if he thought she would like it. Bobby was confident she would love having sex with both of them simultaneously. It might also help him discern his sexual orientation.

 

I tried to think back 15 years to when I was Bobby's age and having a similar conversation with my dad. "Hey, Dad, you know how I like to shove my dick into a guy's ass? Well, why don't you slide in there with me?"

 

No way. But Robert and Bobby seemed to have an easy rapport and a nothing-is-off-limits relationship. I was as jealous as I was mystified.

 

***

 

All those thoughts went through my head in a matter of seconds as Luke and I approached John, who looked as happy to see us as we were to see him. I gave his naked body a head-to-toe scan and subconsciously licked my lips.

 

"Are your clothes in the hall, Mr. Hamilton," I inquired.

 

"No. When we saw Dex on the sidewalk naked, talking to a few people, Robert suggested we strip in the car and leave our clothes with the driver. Our driver told us Michel hired the car for the weekend, so he didn't care."

 

Dex laughingly told us how he met some of the same neighbors while standing naked on the sidewalk as he had when going down to retrieve Pythagoras Owens from his Uber. "I told them how Michel managed this as a clothing-optional building and that I was expanding the perimeter to include a 50-foot radius around it. They all seemed to favor that," Dex continued as he walked into the condo and greeted Dan with a kiss on the cheek and Pythagoras with a kiss on the lips.

 

"Oh, and Dan, those guys across the street on the second-floor balcony seem like a lot of fun. You should invite them over some time and make friends. I told them I would introduce you," Dex explained, leading Dan and Py to the fourth-floor patio to wave down to the guys on the second floor across the street.

 

While Dex and Dan were engaged in being neighborly, my mouth was on John Hamilton's. Luke hugged John from behind, nibbled his earlobe, and then kissed and licked his neck. There was something irresistible about this sexy art historian; it wasn't just that he was sexy. He was kind, vulnerable, and accepting of other people as they were.

"I love you, Cookie," I moaned during a brief break, then I inhaled his tongue. I can't explain how erotic it feels when John slides his tongue along the length of mine. I love kissing almost any man, but John's kiss is magical. I played with his lustrous curls. Even though Cookie gets his hair styled at an upper-crust Manhattan salon, no hair technology can tame a ring of hair that insists on alighting on his right eyebrow. I could cum when I see it.

 

We continued kissing for a few minutes, and then Luke asked to trade positions. It wasn't a sacrifice to move from rubbing my 6-inch erection against John's 8-inch one to rubbing my cock into his welcoming ass crack. If either of us had been lubed, I'm sure I would have entered him, but we enjoyed our contact as I sniffed John's thick hair and repeatedly tasted his skin.

 

I felt Luke's 9-inch penis burbling with precum as he frotted John as acutely as I felt my penis in John's trench.

 

All too soon, Bobby gave his dad a final kiss on the cheek and announced, "I'm done with the old man now. You can have him while I kiss my uncle."

 

John got a dreamy, misty-eyed look, remembering how Bobby, Ty, and Chuck had formed a farcical Privy Council to elect Declan as their new brother. Then, the expanded Privy Council of four brothers reconvened later to select John as their father's new brother, thus creating Uncle John. It was all well-intentioned, good fun, but John wept in happiness, feeling for one of the few times in his life that someone accepted him unconditionally for himself and not his money or position.

 

Robert welcomed my husband and me to taste and touch him, which we did eagerly. As sexy as John's kiss was, Robert's was simultaneously assertive and tender. I felt my submissive side rising to the surface as he took control of me while being assured how much he loved his sub "boy." Luke laughed into my brain, as he frequently does with good cause.

 

I moved to Robert's side and back to allow Luke access to our good friend's front. After another few moments, I noticed movement in the room and remembered we weren't alone and that introductions needed to be made.

 

I made Herculean efforts to relinquish Robert's muscular body, sliding my hands down the wrestling coach's arms, which he shaves along with his legs for wrestling maneuvers. He keeps his light brown hair closely trimmed on his head and his torso.

 

We moved into the center of the living room and pried Bobby off John's mouth and his hands off John's ass. I introduced the two additions to Ted, Ronan, Sebastien, Henri, and Finn. All were appropriately happy to make acquaintances with these fine men.

 

Ronan stepped forward to Robert. "Ah, so, you are the man with the good taste to hire my son and the better taste to give him your heart," the judge said. "You are also to be commended on how you are raising your boys. They are not only outstanding bedmates; they have almost instantly become soulmates to all of us. They are each remarkable in their way."

 

Robert looked genuinely moved by Ronan's compliments. "We are fortunate to have Dex at work, in my home, and especially in my heart. My boys all feel the same."

 

Declan, Daniel, and Pythagoras returned from the patio in time to hear the conversation's end. Bobby went to his sexy Black, 215-pound bodybuilder brother, and the two kissed deeply for all to see.

 

The judge smiled. "I'm happy that he has found a position that utilizes his education and interests much more than his job at the nudist campground. Although I understand that he will still get to work at least some of the time in his natural state, much to his delight."

 

Robert put an arm around Dex and Bobby as they continued to kiss and replied, "Yes, sir. Our board of directors at Quad City feels it helps young men emotionally and psychologically to accept themselves by conducting physical education classes naked whenever protective gear isn't needed. It's not mandatory but strongly encouraged. Only about 5% of our boys choose to wear clothing for gym classes or sports practices. We are highly intolerant of body shaming, whether it is a nude boy or a clothed one. We are all about reducing trauma and shame, not inflicting it.

 

"The board, by the way, was so impressed with Declan's video interview the other day that they created a new position of strength and conditioning coach and hired him on the spot. That's never happened at the school, even for a custodian or cafeteria worker. You are to be complimented, Your Honor, on how you raised your magnificent son, whom I love wholly and completely."

 

Ronan and Robert exchanged misty-eyed glances, acknowledging how much they loved each other's sons. Robert quickly recomposed himself.

 

"Since Dex's activities as a conditioning coach and physical education teacher will almost all occur in the gym facilities, he will get to spend the entire day nude, much to his delight," Robert explained. "I often wear clothing when I teach health in the classroom, so I spend only about 80% of my day nude. I know all the boys will fall in love with him as quickly as I and my boys have. And looking at his impressive physique will inspire all the boys."

 

Michel and John exchanged conspiratorial looks, having secretly joined forces to donate money to the school's athletic program to create the conditioning coach position for Dex and cover five years of his salary. They gave the school's development fund five times that amount to enhance physical and sexual health education facilities and curricula. It was an easy sell once the board interviewed the 22-year-old muscled sweetheart.

 

"Speaking of my boys," Robert continued, patting Bobby and Dex's asses, "We seem to be missing a couple. Did you have to throw them off the balcony?"

 

Dan explained how Tyler and Chuck were downstairs in Jake Monroe's condo rehearsing a song for the wedding. Robert looked especially pleased to hear that. "So, I'm not the only one who thinks they have actual talent?"

 

We assured him we were unanimous in our praise of their sweet harmonies.

 

Michel and Dan's phones both dinged with a doorbell alert. "Ah, now the fun begins," Dan announced. "Tom and his crew from the florist are here. I'll go down to let them in."

 

***

 

I was surprised to see Dan lead only Tom Wooten and another man I didn't know out of the elevator and into the condo.

 

Luke and I greeted Tom with kisses on the cheek. Tom scanned the room and smiled at the assembled naked men. "Good morning, gentlemen. May I introduce Anthony Wilson, Polo's lead designer and space organizer for his event planning business? Anthony's crew is in his truck downstairs with the set pieces. Megan and Sean are in my truck with the floral arrangements."

 

Dan shook Anthony's hand and kissed Tom on the lips. We all got Tom's subtle indication that Anthony was to be addressed by his given name, never by "Tony."

 

"Thank you for all your hard work on such short notice," Dan enthused. "Please let me know if we need to remove any furniture from the room. We can put some pieces in the bedrooms or down one flight in the common entertainment room, which Dad reserved for the day. But I hope to keep the downstairs room open as much as possible for the catering crew."

 

Dan remarked to Tom that he was familiar with the condo's layout from his previous massage sessions in the back bedroom, so he should feel free to go anywhere. Tom got a dreamy look, remembering the times Dan used virtually every part of his massive body to make every part of Tom's body tingle, both inside and out.

 

I was familiar with the feeling through Dan's massage of Luke in the hotel steam room the other night. I fought to keep my erection down as I relived the experience.

 

Anthony looked serious and said nothing as he walked around the room, his six-foot, almost gaunt-looking frame covered in Chinos and a long-sleeved work shirt. "Can this sofa be straightened out," a hushed voice spoke to Dan as he pointed to the Vladimir Kagan V-shaped sofa. "And can we remove this coffee table and that chair," he added barely above a whisper while pointing to a ratan side chair and the large square table.

 

Dan smiled at Anthony. "Yes to both. The sofa is held together with a few latches underneath, and I will take the table and chair to the spare bedroom." Dan lay on the floor to reach under the sofa. We all strained to glimpse the gorgeous naked trainer wiggle-worming his way to get the back of the couch. Anthony looked, too, but his expression was inscrutable.

 

Declan offered an unneeded hand to help Dan stand, which Dan happily took and launched himself into Dex's embrace. After a quick pat on the ass and a kiss on the cheek, Dan was off to remove the chair. Dex and Henri followed with the heavier table. Michel asked Luke to assist him in placing the two pieces of the sofa wherever Anthony thought best.

 

Those and a few other adjustments were made within two minutes, so Anthony said his crew would commence installing decorations. I didn't see him pull out his phone to text or call them. He must have had a headset walkie-talkie or something like these theater nerds do.

 

"Can I lend a hand with the setup," Dan asked as he stepped to Anthony's side. For the first time, I saw a glint of a smile on the skinny man, who appeared to be approaching 50.

 

"Thank you, but I would rather have my crew handle everything. Using my stun gun on you if you made a mistake would be awkward. My guys are used to it."

 

"Yowza," Dan laughed. "I'd hate to get on your wrong side, Mr. Wilson. "Let's hug it out and agree to be friends."

 

Dan didn't wait for a reply and wrapped his arms around the event planner, who looked as stunned as if he had been tased. Dan unhesitatingly pressed his body against Anthony's and gently rocked the older man as if comforting him.

 

"Friends?" Dan encouraged.

 

Anthony finally reciprocated the embrace and was virtually subsumed by Dan's hulking body. Dan kissed both cheeks and said, "I'm glad we're friends. You seem like a fun guy to hang out with."

 

Anthony looked flabbergasted. "Me? I don't seem to fit the mold of your other friends," he noted, looking around the room at the many fit and muscled naked men. And me.

 

Dan laughed. "These guys aren't my friends. I can't stand them," he joked. Then, nodding to his father and brothers, "And those guys are family. I like them even less. I figure I'm trading up with you. Now, let's get back to work so we have time to get to know each other later."

 

You could have knocked Anthony over with a feather. Given his slight build, that's not saying much. But he tried to bring himself out of a daze and greet the two twenty-something guys who wheeled in carts of decorations.

 

The helpers' eyes bugged out when they saw all the man-flesh. Both men's eyes alighted on Dan's impressive body, and they nodded to Anthony knowingly. As far as I understood, they hadn't met before, so I couldn't figure out the nature of the unspoken communication.

 

Michel, ever the charming host, greeted them, "Good morning, gentlemen. As you can see, we live in a clothing-free household within this clothing-optional building. You are welcome – encouraged even – to discard your textiles and move about the entire building, from the garages to the roof, in a natural state."

 

Both guys laughed at the situation's absurdity, then shrugged their shoulders and shrugged off their clothing, saying how they would work naked from now on. Anthony rolled his eyes but looked as if he might encourage such a relaxed dress code.

 

The younger men, introduced to us as Marcus and Steven, were both average height and build. Steven was platinum blond, while Marcus had light brown hair. They began positioning eight heavy brushed nickel bases with rods sticking up about 18 inches that the columns would get impaled on. They placed four along each of the longer walls of the rectangular room. The bases had several small uplights attached to cast a soft glow on the decorations.

 

The guys worked efficiently and looked nice doing it. Steven seemed especially to relish being able to work completely naked. He was a little more muscular than his companion, Marcus, who opted to put his sneakers back on.

 

I thought Steven's hair was dyed, but the trimmed tufts under his arms and above his penis were almost as platinum as the short straight hair on his scalp. He caught me looking and turned straight on so I could see plainly, asking, "Are you surprised the carpet matches the drapes?"

 

I laughed and did not attempt to conceal my visual inspection. "I am surprised. One doesn't encounter many natural blondes who are that blond," I joked. "I appreciate the carpet and the drapes equally." I looked at his lovely three-inch flaccid penis with its loose foreskin. It was perfectly proportioned to Steven's body.

 

"I like to keep the basement bare," Steven continued, "It's my workroom, so I don't like it to collect dirt. Here, feel how smooth it is."

 

Steven approached me and turned to present his petite but well-shaped ass. I introduced myself, feeling it was the proper thing to do before touching him. His ass was indeed perfectly smooth but firm. I got cheeky – pardon the expression – by sliding a finger up his crack to verify its bare condition. Steven widened his stance to allow me access.

 

"It's all freshly scrubbed and waxed," he said with a chuckle.

 

"I appreciate the work," I replied. "I've opted for the completely smooth look, as you can see. The wonders of laser technology. Feel me wherever you like."

 

Steven's hands moved from my shoulders down my torso to my penis with surety, then cupped my balls. A hand went around and moved into my trench as I had done to him. I felt a finger circle my anus, so I pulled a cheek to the side to invite him in.

 

His middle finger moved in and out of me several times, then went in a little further. "That is thorough work, Mr. Collins," Steven complimented. "I would love to see if you feel as smooth on the tongue as on the fingertips. It's too bad we're so busy today. Perhaps someday we can get together?"

 

"I'd like that, Steven," I said before giving him a peck on the lips. "I'm sure my fiancée and friends would enjoy your company, too. Anthony and Marcus would be most welcome, too, if they enjoy sex with men. I must warn you, though, that we are not very good with casual, recreational sex. We all seem to fall in love with our sex partners. I'm hopelessly in love with every man in this room. That might include you, Anthony, and Marcus very soon."

 

I got a sweet kiss on the lips. When Steven pulled away, I could have sworn I saw tears in his eyes. "I feel I will be in love very soon, too. But I had best get back to work."

 

"You're probably going to need your finger," I said as I clenched my ass around the finger still toying with my anus. I relaxed and allowed Steven to retrieve his finger. He licked it and remarked how clean and fresh it was. I thanked him as he went back to work.

 

***

 

Anthony, Steven, and Marcus must have executed similar setups before because they worked in perfect synchronization as a team but hardly said a word.

 

The two nude younger men went down to the truck to retrieve the columns and were back in just a couple of minutes with Sean and Megan in tow with arms full of flowers. Anthony explained that the round columns were made from EPS foam covered with black silk satin. The foam is used frequently in theater set designs because it is denser and sturdier than Styrofoam but still light enough to be moved easily, as demonstrated by Marcus and Steven carrying an 18-inch diameter, 10-foot-tall column in each arm with little visible strain.

 

Megan and Sean began distributing arrangements around the room at each column, including placing a handful of four-inch floral staples at each spot. Sean adjusted his heavy-framed glasses as he looked around the room, including Anthony's two naked assistants. He began to say something to Tom, who cut him off, "Do as you please, Sean. You as well, Megan."

 

Megan laughed and replied with a simple, "Nope." Sean removed his glasses, placed them on a small brass quatrefoil table, then pulled off his sandals, undid his jeans, and removed them with pink bikini briefs in a single motion. Finally, he pulled his polo shirt over his head, allowing everyone to gaze at his nude body as he stretched his 5'10" frame. I don't recall seeing someone undressing from the bottom up, but it seemed to be standard operating procedure for Sean.

 

He fluffed the thick mane of black curls that cascaded past his shoulders and replaced his glasses. Sean reminded me a lot of Mark Goodman, one of the original MTV VJs, including a deep cleft in his chin and thick, soft lips that I remembered kissing the other day when Luke and I picked up an arrangement from the floral shop. I thought Sean's dark curls were pretty but nowhere near as sexy as John Hamilton's runaway lock.

 

"I appreciate the topiary," I remarked. I noticed Sean had removed all the hair from his chest but had left what appeared to be a closely trimmed thick patch on his lower abdomen into which he had shaved a peace symbol about six inches in diameter. His four-inch cut cock and moderately-sized balls were hairless.

 

"I cum in peace," Sean joked, and he grabbed his penis and mimicked ejaculating onto his peace symbol.

 

"Do you cum a lot in peace? Or, maybe I should ask if you cum in peace a lot," I retorted.

 

"Yes to both," the 29-year-old florist assistant said. "Although I prefer to cum in other places."

 

As Sean finished speaking, I saw Tom Wooten walk into the living room. I hadn't seen him leave. He was also naked and walked to Dan. "I put my clothing in your massage studio on the chair where I normally do. I hope that is suitable."

 

Dan slid his hands up and down Tom's sides. "It's perfect. I am glad you are comfortable." They kissed sweetly, which made the room swoon, especially Anthony.

 

I remembered hugging Tom in the flower shop the other day and being surprised to feel hard, lean muscle on the thin 51-year-old man. Now, seeing his physique, he reminded me a lot of Robert, only with about 25 pounds less mass. No wonder Dan likes to give him massages.

 

Tom placed his hand on the side of Dan's face and gave him another soft kiss, then turned and reminded everyone of the number of tasks we've yet to accomplish.

 

Sean and Megan immediately began to jab the long staples into the foam pillars to affix thick garlands of lilac blooms woven into Persian ivy and green amaranthus, spiraling down each column, with Tom giving helpful hints from his vantage across the room. They looked exquisitely arranged but still a bit wild.

 

Megan seemed entirely comfortable working in a room of naked men. I remembered that she said she had a girlfriend, but it made me wonder about her circumstances.

 

Next, the guys placed flat plates about two feet in diameter on top. The plates contained rings of LED lights aimed both at the ceiling and the floor. The shadows cast by the downlights and the uplights in the bases gave the garlands even more visual depth and complexity.

 

Finally, Sean and Megan put a matte grey urn on each column filled with innumerable white blooms of every size, almost touching the 14-foot ceiling. Each pot had green hanging amaranthus dripping over the sides, blending into the lilac garlands. The uplights created a phantom shadowy pergola over the entire room.

 

I was blown away by the results. It seems I wasn't alone. "Well, fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. That is the goddamndest, most beautiful thing I've ever seen," exclaimed Michel. He ran over to Tom and kissed him firmly, almost crushing his ribcage with his powerful grip. Anthony came next. "You are a fucking genius, Mr. Wilson," Michel exclaimed breathlessly. "Whatever you've charged, I'm paying triple. You, too, Tom," Michel turned back to the florist.

 

Anthony was gobsmacked. "I've already put a surcharge on your bill for a rush order."

 

"I don't care," Michel insisted. "You're getting more." He turned, pointing at Anthony's assistants, then at Sean and Megan from Fletcher the Florist. "You guys need a tip. Wait right there."

 

Michel went out of the room and down the hall to the small office he uses when in Chicago. He returned with wrapped wads of cash and approached each worker, thanking them for their efforts and placing a wrapped bundle into their palm and a kiss on the cheek. I saw Megan shoot Tom a look when she noticed that they each received 25 $50 bills. She was about to say something when Tom shook his head subtly, indicating they should shut up and accept Michel's largesse.

 

Cookie Hamilton came to my side and said breathlessly, "It's magical, Q. This is going to be the oddest, most beautiful wedding I've ever attended."

 

I took John into my embrace and kissed him softly. "I hope our wedding is this nice."

 

John pulled back as if he were electrocuted. "Our wedding? You mean you and Lukas?"

 

"And you," I corrected. "I think all three of us should get married. Luke put it in my head." I didn't explain to John that Luke literally put the thought in my head telepathically. "Since the three of us will be living together, it would seem awkward if only two of us were married. I know we can't do it legally, but I want to introduce both of you as my husbands. It would make me deliriously happy."

 

Luke, of course, knew what I would do and came to my side. We both got down on our right knees and spoke in unison, "John William Alexander Pierpont Morgan Hamilton, will you do us the honor of becoming our husband, to share our love and our lives from now until the end of time?"

 

The entire room fell silent, and everyone gathered, including Ty, Chuck, and Jake, who had just returned from music practice in Jake's second-floor condo. Well, it wasn't entirely silent – everyone heard me crying.

 

John put a hand on each of our faces, wiping my tears with a thumb while tears streamed down his face. He tried to say something, but only a gasp came out. He tried again with the same result. Finally, after taking several deliberate breaths, he spoke loudly, "Yes."

 

That was it. Even my 6'4" Danish god of a fiancée couldn't hold back the tears as we kissed amidst our friends' raucous applause and cheers.

 

I don't know how many minutes passed with John, Luke, and I kissing. We then happily received kisses and hugs from everyone – Michel, Dan, Sebastien, Henri, Finn, Ronan, Ted, Robert, Pythagoras, Declan, Jake, Anthony Wilson, and his helpers, Steven (the blond who was generous with his tongue as well as his lips), Marcus, Tom Wooten, Sean, and even Megan.

 

Was that everyone? No. Suddenly, our three boys were all over us, especially John, their new uncle.

 

I've never attended a Harry Styles, Beyoncé Knowles, or Taylor Swift concert. Still, I can't imagine the Harries, the Beyhive, or the Swifties giving a more enthusiastic reception to their idols than Bobby Trachtenberg, Tyler Pickett, and Charles Beck gave to John Hamilton. Luke and I were just as enraptured with our new fiancée.

 

Ty literally jumped into John's arms and wrapped his legs around the leanly muscled man after screaming, "Cookie! I love you!"

 

Tyler and John have a special relationship since they met in the hotel steam room the other night. John spent many minutes confessing to Tyler that he thought the teen was the most beautiful man he had ever seen – in life or the 800 years of art in his collection – and that he felt inexorably drawn to the boy.

 

Robert encouraged his foster son to allow John into his heart. That's when the boys voted him into the family as Uncle John.

 

I was happy to receive congratulations from Bobby while Chuck celebrated with Luke. I had almost forgotten how solid Bobby's body was and how good it felt pressed against me. I couldn't imagine Dex having to do much physical conditioning work on this remarkable young man, but I was confident Dex would work some magic on all the boys at the Quad Cities Academy.

 

Ty's feet eventually reconnected with the floor, but he remained cleaved to his beloved ersatz uncle and my second fiancée.

 

Ty had assigned Cookie his nickname when he gave up trying to recite all of John William Alexander Pierpont Morgan Hamilton's names and just called him John William Cookie Monster Hamilton instead. John loved being part of a group that loved him enough to tease him instead of the undo deference he was often given as the sixth great-grandson of Alexander Hamilton and fourth great-grandson of John Pierpont Morgan, both through his father.

 

John's Moroccan-Egyptian-Greek mother gave him a gorgeous, lightly melanated complexion and thick, loosely curled hair, sometimes light brown and sometimes light red, depending on the light.

 

Robert gently rubbed Tyler's back, attempting to signal that his brothers might want to congratulate Cookie on his engagement. "I love him, Dad," Tyler proclaimed without hesitation. "Did you fall in love with him last night, too?"

 

Robert kissed Tyler deeply and massaged his back. "I absolutely fell in love with my new baby brother John last night. He is a special man. I'm thrilled that you boys voted him into the family and that Q and Luke are going to marry him and become my brothers-in-law."

 

John overheard Robert's statement, making him kiss and caress Bobby and Chuck with even more affection. Chuck's pretty green eyes sparkled as he teasingly played with John's misbehaving curl over his right eyebrow. "My handsome uncle is going to get married," Chuck giggled.

 

John laughed and said, "I need to cut my hair."

 

"NO!!!" I shouted, joined by several other voices, startling everyone.

 

Michel pushed his way to stand before the esteemed Mr. Hamilton. "Your hair is the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen on any man or woman, anywhere in the world. We need more of it, not less. Please promise never to cut it again. Please! Never! Your hair should be declared a UNESCO World Heritage site."

 

John's eyes widened by the forceful reaction. I was mildly surprised that Luke stood by Michel's side and seconded the request.

 

"Never?" He asked as the group played with his hair.

 

"Never," Michel insisted, while Luke simultaneously said, "Well, not for a while, please, sweetheart. I think it's sexy as hell."

 

The tender looks exchanged between my two fiancées melted my heart. John whispered, "I can't believe how profoundly my life has changed in just a few days. I never thought I would love a man again. Now, I am engaged to two terrific men and in love with several more. How?"

 

Luke and I smiled knowingly. "We think you're terrific, too, my love. It seems futile to ask, `how,'" I cooed. "I feel the same way. I never thought I could be so in love."

 

John stared at me with huge eyes. "How did you know what I was thinking? Did I say it out loud?"

 

I glanced at Luke, who smirked at me, then looked back at John while telegraphing: You didn't say a word, sweetheart. We just heard your thoughts as clearly as you're hearing mine right now.

 

The three of us must have looked like lunatics during a supermoon. We held on to John. I transmitted to him: As physically naked you are, you're about to be psychically even more naked. Luke and I have shared every thought and memory – even the most embarrassing, humiliating, or regretful moments. It's only enhanced our love for each other. It will do the same for you. Let us in, and we will do the same.

 

Hundreds of images began to flash through my mind. I reciprocated by allowing John into my psyche and felt Luke do the same. I saw times of utter happiness but more feelings of deep despair and loneliness. Luke and I thanked John for his openness to us, and I tried to assure him that we support him no matter what.

 

New images quickly replaced that pain: The night in the steam room with John and Tyler embracing tightly as John declared his love for the boy; Chuck's pretty green eyes opening in wonder as John made love to him; Bobby's adorable smile as he made love to John; flashes of Michel, Dan, Joe Sikorski (Dan's mini-me barista and fellow trainer), Dex, Martin Dempsey (the university psychologist), and others.

 

We three passed images of each other, remembering all our couplings, kisses, and embraces. I felt the simultaneous welling up of a shared orgasm. It wouldn't be each of us cumming. It would be each of us having a triple orgasm.

 

The three of us collapsed into a writhing mass on the floor as we came harder than ever, covering each other from head to toe in our ejaculate. I felt every ejaculation from our three penises as if they were all mine. I don't remember whether we made a sound or yelled our ecstasy directly to each other's brains.

 

We drained ourselves into complete enervation with more than twenty combined orgasmic expulsions. I felt the world slipping away as we slid into a united unconsciousness. The last thing I heard was Dan asking if he should dial 911 and Anthony Wilson, the decorator, replying calmly, "That's unnecessary. I got this."

 

Then, everything was dark and quiet.

 

***

 

A delicate, warm hand traveled across my back in an assuaging manner. I was lying on my right side with my head on John's left shoulder and my left leg on top of John's left leg. John's head was cradled on Steven's thighs as the blond decorator sat on his heels and kissed my fiancée's forehead with exquisite tenderness.

 

Luke mirrored me, lying on his left side with his head resting on John's right shoulder. I could feel Luke's breath, which was perfectly synchronized with mine. Our breathing atomized the drying cum on our faces and John's chest, filling the room with its enticing fragrance.

 

John's breath locked into our rhythm. I soon became aware of my hand sliding around in the mixed cum, and brought some to my lips, loving the taste more than ever.

 

"They are coming around," I heard Anthony say. "Please stay out of their thoughts until they are fully awake."

 

I realized that nobody had spoken. I was picking up on Anthony's telepathic transmission to Steven and Marcus. I let my mind tickle John's and Luke's, eager to feel our love. It felt like a warm breeze wafted over us, awakening our bond.

 

As close as I had felt to Luke before, I now felt utterly integrated into Luke and John. Our connection would be constant and ironclad from now on. There will be no downtime on this network nor any dropped IP packets to trigger error correction algorithms.

 

Luke and I craved to take away all of John's painful memories. We knew sharing them lessened the burden, but it didn't erase it. Anthony spoke into our combined consciousness that John's happiness won't result from forgetting the past but from realizing it is passed. There will never be a nanosecond of loneliness for us again.

 

"How are you in here with us," I silently asked Anthony.

 

"I'm not really in there, but I can communicate with you only when you allow it. I can't read any thoughts or memories you want to remain private," he shared.

 

"So you, Marcus, and Steven have this freaky mental connection, too, don't you," I asked on behalf of the three of us. "That's why you rarely speak to one another. That's how Steven and Marcus knew to come up from the garage and that you had already fallen in love with Dan when he hugged you – which is the only sane response. And, how are Steven and Marcus twins when they look so different? Steven was quite a handful as a child, wasn't he? But you are right to be a proud father to those lovely boys."

 

How did I know all that? I could tell Anthony and the twins were surprised, too.

 

"Your telepathy is stronger than any of ours," Anthony allowed. I can tell you've always been able to read people. It isn't just intuition. You have a gift, Q. Be careful; I know you have been thus far."

 

"But how," I asked to anyone who could hear my thoughts.

 

"I don't think anyone knows precisely," Anthony replied. "It's a skill some people have, and those with it tend to seek out others similarly situated. That is one of the reasons John had been lonely for so long – he needed to meet you two and blend your psyches. There was never anything lacking in him. It was lacking in everyone around him until now."

 

I felt John's mood lift like a runaway balloon in the Macy's parade.

 

Lukas asked the question before I could formulate it, "Do all of our lovers here have it? I know Michel, Daniel, Sebastien, and Henri currently have a low-level connection, but I haven't felt anything in anyone else."

 

"I haven't sensed it in the others," Steven jumped in, "And I'm a nosey son of a bitch that probes around whenever I meet people. I didn't sense it in Robert or his clan or Ted and Ronan. But I still would be lucky to have them as lovers."

 

I saw a flash of an image in Steven's mind of him fantasizing about getting double penetrated by Declan and Ronan while he got throat fucked by Ted. What a lovely thought! I let Steven know I read his mind. He blushed profoundly but wasn't about to deny it.

 

A strengthening sense of calm permeated the six of us freaks. John laughed loudly and sat up, holding Luke and me to his sides. "I feel reborn," he announced to the room. "The drama queen has retired. Welcome to Cookie Monster 2.0."

 

It was only then I realized I had my eyes closed since we went down in a heap. I looked around at all our friends and saw worry on some of their faces, along with questioning. They all knew something was transpiring before their eyes, but they had no idea what. Except that Michel and his sons exchanged glances that told us they knew something was sparked between them. Perhaps it would develop into a strong connection, or perhaps not. Maybe I could help enhance it?

 

***

 

Ted reached a hand down to John as Luke and I rolled off him. Ted licked some of our cum off John's face, then asked him, "John so-and-so Cookie Monster Hamilton, will you honor me by joining your husbands in being my best men?"

 

Luke and I heard John formulating an objection since he was not responsible for introducing Ted to Ronan as Luke and I were. But we encouraged him to accept since Ted seemed genuine in his desire to include all three of us.

 

"I am the honored one, Ted. I will be thrilled to help you and the Honorable Ronan Goff be joined in matrimony in any way possible," John replied before kissing Ted.

 

Luke approached Declan, kissed his soft, full lips (which both John and I encouraged), then went to Ronan and did the same. Luke told Ron, "We hereby acknowledge before the world that Quentin, John, and I combined still don't equal one Declan Goff."

 

Dex moved to say something, but I interrupted, "It's not a matter for debate, young man. It's scientifically proven." Dex tried to object again, but we shut him down with a laugh. Then John suggested that we take a quick shower to make ourselves presentable.

 

We exited the living room when I heard Michel announce that the caterers had arrived. We had best be quick with our cleanup because the time for the nuptials was rapidly approaching.