Decorator Anthony Wilson and his sons Marcus and Steven moved to the patio to continue setting up for Ronan and Ted's wedding as caterer Polo Sanchez and four assistants arrived to set up for drinks and a buffet lunch afterward.

 

Michel Archembeau, the owner of the small condo building where his son Dan lived in the fourth-floor penthouse, showed the team the third-floor entertainment room he had reserved for the day to be used as a staging/storage area for the caterers, florists, and other crew.

 

I hadn't met Polo, but my husband Luke and I met his husband, David Thistlewaite, 32, and their 13-year-old son Garrett. Garrett was David's biological nephew whom they adopted three years ago when David's sister's mental health issues prevented her from providing the boy with a safe home. The father and son were shopping in Fletcher the Florist while Luke and I were shopping. Long story short, Luke stripped me of his long shirt that I was wearing as a sun dress – the only thing I was wearing – to give Garrett to wear.

 

Garrett remarked how my laser-smoothed body reminded him of his dads' as I stood happily naked in the middle of the flower shop. I invited him to feel my hairless body and Luke's, too, to see if we felt like his dads. Garrett put his mouth on my penis to taste a drop of precum he coerced by massaging me while David's hands were on Luke's lasered body.

 

Tom Wooten, proprietor of Fletcher the Florist, told us he knew the family through Polo and that young Garrett's interest in men and sex with them seemed to have blossomed recently. Both dads are eager to provide their boy with all the experiences he desires safely and educationally.

 

To that end, I arranged for our friends to make videos of Tyler, 17, and Chuck, 16, making love alongside Luke and me on Dan's patio yesterday afternoon so Garrett could compare the eager, hormonal rutting of the teens to the elegant lovemaking of the mature, seasoned adults. Michel, an enthusiastic amateur photographer and videographer, combined and edited the streams from five cameras and cellphones and sent a link to the dads for their entertainment and education of their precocious son.

 

We insisted that David and Garrett should attend today's wedding as our special guests when Polo offered to cater the event even though he had blocked off his calendar for his birthday weekend.

 

Knowing a little about the family, I was not surprised to see Polo return from the entertainment room naked, save for a black leather gold-studded collar and a gold cockring. The collar had a gold and red gold 4-inch bowtie-shaped pin on the front studded with a diamond at each corner and three more on the center tie.

 

The 27-year-old son of Argentinian immigrants stood 5'9" of compact muscle. He wasn't bulky like Dex or Dan but spent many hours in the gym. His smooth, dark skin almost glowed with vigor. His musculature was so pronounced he could have been in a bodybuilding competition today as easily as working a catering gig.

 

The most impressive part of his physique was his chest, which stood out profoundly from his flat abdomen but didn't look out of proportion. His dark areolas weren't large, but his nipples looked like they had been trained to stand at attention. Polo's hips were narrow, and he had a deeply carved Adonis belt leading the eye to his five-inch intact flaccid penis. His beautiful penis was unusually girthy.

 

Both of my husbands laughed into my mind when they sensed me imagining Polo drilling my ass. Both expressed similar desires. We all got turgid at the mental pictures we painted for each other.

 

Tom Wooten rushed over to greet Polo with a deep kiss and many birthday wishes. Tom, who had known the beautiful man since he was a beautiful 12-year-old, had spent the night with Polo, David, and Garrett to celebrate the caterer's 27^th birthday.

 

When Tom could tear himself away from Polo's very full lips, he motioned for Luke, John, and me to come over. "Polo, my dear boy," Tom said, "Two of these three husbands are Lukas and Quentin, the solicitous gentlemen David and Garrett encountered in the shop yesterday. To our delight, Mr. John Hamilton, whom your husband and son have yet to meet, agreed to join their marriage this morning."

 

Polo nodded his approval of our arrangement and smiled widely, creating cute dimples. Me and dimples! I can be coerced into committing mass murder if the man asking has dimples.

 

Luke approached first and gracefully navigated the 7-inch difference in their height to meet the swarthy man's lips. Polo enthusiastically clung to our husband and moved his hands about Luke's stunning muscles as the two enjoyed each other's mouths.

 

Several moments later, Polo ended their kiss and urgently reached for me. I was suddenly pressed against the beautiful man, holding his handsome, square face as we smiled at each other. "Garry was over the moon last night talking about how kind you and Lukas were to him, Quentin," Polo gushed. "He couldn't fall asleep even after Tom, David, and I gave him four good orgasms that we thought would wear him out. And we edged him, too, didn't we, Tom?"

 

Tom laughed. "We tried our best, but you know how difficult it is for a 13-year-old to hold off cumming."

 

My two husbands and I got completely hard imagining the three men teasing the quivering teen.

 

"We did try," Polo continued. "Delayed gratification is a new lesson for Garry. He is improving at edging us and learning when his dads are nearing our orgasms. He kept me on edge for about an hour last night, but he went a little too far, squeezing his butt muscles around my cock when it was my turn inside him on our third circuit. His ass felt so good that I couldn't hold off my orgasm even if my life depended on it. As soon as he felt me unloading into him, he couldn't stop his orgasm. We will have to make a point to practice edging with him every day until he masters the skill."

 

I felt Polo's cock stiffen to its full 7 inches. It must have been more than 6 ½ inches in circumference. "I think I would have a difficult time resisting the urge to have you cum inside me as well, my friend," I said as I closed the distance between our lips, and we shared several moments of lingual intimacy.

 

I felt wetness between our cocks, but I wasn't sure whether it was Polo or I who was leaking. Perhaps both. I ended our kiss before we got too distracted, placing my hands almost accidentally on Polo's fine, upstanding nipples. He inhaled sharply as I played with his nips while introducing John Hamilton to him.

 

We three husbands sensed that Polo was most enamored with John. Perhaps it was because of his darker complexion compared with Luke and me, who are both rather pallid and ruddy. Well, I'm ruddy, Luke is pallid.

 

Luke and I felt John's desire to have Polo make love to him, which we supported, but telepathically reminded our husband that we shouldn't interfere with Polo's professional duties.

 

John turned away from Polo and rejoined us, his 8-inch penis dripping with precum. I was surprised he could produce so much after the mind-blowing combined orgasm we had about 30 minutes prior. But I wasn't far behind, and Luke looked to be drizzling as much as Cookie.

 

"I look forward to spending more time with you three later," Polo said with a dazzling smile. "And thank you for the video. We all enjoyed it, but it doesn't do any of you justice."

 

"You're very kind," I said as I pumped out more Copwer's fluid, looking at Polo's dimples. "Please let us know what we can do to help with your setup."

 

Four young men, none looking to be more than 20 years old, came up from the third-floor staging area with folding tables and linens. All were dressed similarly to Polo: naked except for a leather collar with bowtie jewelry and a gold cockring. They all looked remarkably like him, though none quite as ripped. They must have been relatives. All of them were hairless from the neck down, and their skin looked polished. They must have been wearing skin moisturizer with a bit of shine.

 

Anthony Wilson came over to consult Polo about traffic flow and where to set up the bar and buffet. Michel joined the conversation.

 

The guys had things squared away quickly. Sean, the floral assistant with the peace sign shaved into his pubes, came over to place floral arrangements in tall vases on the tables where they wouldn't interfere with food service.

 

One of the young assistants was kneeling at the corner of the buffet table, adjusting 3-inch wide light grey velvet ribbons hanging from a bow affixed to the dark grey table covering, getting them to curl just right. The tone-on-tone look was elegant. The young man had vast shoulders and a strong back.

 

"Exquisite," I gushed.

 

He turned and looked at me with a smile, then surveyed the identical ribbons hanging from the corners of the two tables. "Thank you, Quentin. It took a bit of wrangling to get these ribbons to cooperate."

 

I chuckled. "I wasn't talking about the decorations, but they are lovely too. How do you know my name?"

 

He looked back at me and smiled wider with full, moist lips, showing dimples even cuter than Polo's. I was a goner. My erection had barely begun to soften but came right back to full mast when I looked into those gorgeous hazel eyes framed with long lashes.

 

"Uncle Polo told us it would be a nudist wedding today, so we should try our best to look good. I am happy you approve," he said while still on his knees, eye to single eye with my leaking cock.

 

"May I have a taste," he asked. "Uncle Dave sent us the link to your video so we would be familiar with some people here today. The four of us enjoyed watching you and Lukas make love, as well as Chuck and Tyler. It really got us on edge, but we decided to save it for today. We hope to have sex with the four of you in real life today. I almost had a wet dream last night dreaming about you and Lukas, but I woke myself up before I came so that I could give it to you in person."

 

I flexed my cock, and it bounced off my lower abs, leaving a deposit of precum. Holy crap, I couldn't believe how this sex god of a teenager was kicking my lust into gear. I took a breath. "I would like that, but only if you tell me your name," I said, trying not to groan.

 

The young man got things out of sequence, inhaling my 6-inch (and a little more) cock to the root, snaking his tongue all around it, then pulling off and licking his luscious lips. "My name is Mateo. You are delicious, Quentin. Thank you."

 

I was seriously milliseconds away from cumming. I took a steadying breath. "Thank you, Mateo. Your mouth is as exquisite as your physique. Did you say that Polo is your uncle?"

 

Mateo stood and offered himself for my inspection, turning around slowly. He was shorter than Polo, about 5'7", but his cock seemed like a replica of his uncle's, though his foreskin was either shorter or pulled back by his tumescence. "Yes, sir. Uncle Polo is my mom, Valentina's younger brother. That," he said, pointing to another of the boys, "Is my younger brother, Tomás. I am 16, he will turn 15 in a couple of months, but he's already taller."

 

I looked at the younger boy, who was as tall as Polo but less bulked up. His shoulders weren't as broad as Mateo's, but he was still cute as a button. Both had taught, flawless, light umber skin that showed no signs of tan lines or markings from wearing clothing. I pumped out more precum.

 

"You are perfect as is, Mateo. Are all four of you brothers?"

 

"No, sir," Mateo answered. "That over there is my cousin Joaquin. He is 17," Mateo continued. "And, finally, there is my cousin Gael, who turned 19 two days ago. They live with us since their parents are still in Argentina. My mom's brother married my dad's sister. I guess we are double cousins?"

 

They hit the jackpot no matter how they were related. It's as if they were genetically engineered to be sex idols.

 

Looking closer at the "older" boys, I could tell their facial features were somewhat narrower, and they didn't seem to have the Sanchez dimples. While Mateo and Tomás had stick-straight black hair, Joaquin and, more so, Gael had wavy black hair. They were slightly less cut than Mateo and Tomás but were still stunning specimens of young male beauty and vigor. They all moved with the grace of gymnasts or ballerinos.

 

With that thought in mind, I told Mateo, "All four of you could be models. Come to think of it, one of my husbands is a part-time physique model. If you're interested, I'm sure he could put you in touch with trustworthy people. Your brother might be too young to pose nude, even in Europe, but the rest of you would be fine. All of you are quite fine."

 

Mateo looked at me. I thought he was surprised at the notion of being a model until he asked, "How many husbands do you have besides Lukas?"

 

I laughed. "I have two husbands as of this morning. Let me introduce them." I sent a telepathic bat signal to Cookie and Luke to join me. They were at my side in a few seconds. I made the introductions and explained to Luke about the possibility of modeling.

 

Luke scanned the four handsome young men and said, "Yes, you all – and your Uncle Polo – would make fantastic models. I started working in Estonia since the minimum age there is 14, but it was 15 in my home country of Denmark," Luke explained. "Tomás's age also wouldn't be a problem in Germany, Austria, Portugal, Italy, Bulgaria, or Hungary, where the age of consent is also 14.

 

"But your home country of Argentina has a minimum age of 13, from my understanding, so you could just as easily go back to your ancestral land to get work. I can make calls if you'd like."

 

Mateo beamed. "I think I would like that, sir, but I had better speak with my parents first, especially if it involves flying to Europe or Argentina for work."

 

Cousin Joaquin had overheard the conversation and came over to join us. I repeated the introductions and asked if he might be interested in modeling. Joaquin thought for a moment while I scanned the 17-year-old's handsome face. His eyes were darker brown, and his nose thinner than his cousins. His eyebrows were thick but arched, making him look perpetually surprised.

 

" It sounds intriguing," Joaquin offered, "But I am 17, so I could work almost anywhere, right? Still, staying with my younger cousins would be nice, especially if we were photographed or recorded having sex. The first few times should be with family, don't you think?"

 

I was once again milliseconds from popping off at the thought of the four boy studs being recorded having sex. Luke jumped in to speak while mentally laughing at me. "Well, Joaquin, my modeling doesn't always involve sex acts, just shots highlighting my body. The photographers always like to get images with me in various states of arousal, but almost half of my work is solo."

 

Luke thought for a moment. "But there are a couple of photographers I've worked with who would probably love to photograph such a remarkable family unit, whether or not you are engaged in sexual activity."

 

By this time, Polo had caught on to part of the discussion, so he came over to get the details. Luke repeated what he told the boys.

 

Polo thought for a minute. "I suppose it would be wise to talk about this when we're not as busy, but David and I discussed having Garrett get more involved with his cousins. Since he's only 13, maybe Argentina would be the best choice. It might help him come out of his shell to interact with these young gentlemen on camera."

 

I used every ounce of willpower I had not to burst out laughing at the thought that the 13-year-old boy who licked and briefly sucked my cock in the middle of the flower shop yesterday, and spent last night in an hour-long edging session getting repeatedly penetrated by his dads and Tom, his godfather, would have to "come out of his shell."

 

Luke and Cookie were not far behind me, so we silently helped each other calm down.

 

Having just turned 19, Gael was the oldest of the cousins and observed, "Uncle Polo, you've been sheltering that boy, as far as we are concerned. He should have been training with us for the last two years, at least. Even though he is not a blood relation to us, he has the Sanchez family's high libido, but you've been holding him back from reaching his potential."

 

Polo looked genuinely sad at the thought that he was preventing his adopted son from developing sexually as he desired. "It's just that David comes from a very conservative family where they don't incorporate their children into sexual activity until they are 16. I don't understand how they could be so coldhearted when younger children need guidance and good examples.

 

"My husband thought it odd that I invited Garrett to watch us make love when we took him in. But the boy enjoyed being in the bed with us and asked many good questions, and very quickly became an indispensable helper," Polo continued.

 

"I began to masturbate with him so he could learn various techniques and how to get the most pleasure from his activities," Polo remembered fondly. "He couldn't ejaculate yet, but we explored all sorts of different stimulation, and he had such powerful dry orgasms that I knew he would have a strong sex drive once he matured."

 

"Even when he was only 10, he insisted on us masturbating together two or three times a day. I didn't masturbate myself to completion all the time, but when I did, Garrett loved being my target. He got used to the taste and feel of cum very quickly and began to beg David to taste his cum, too. My husband finally relented and joined us about a week later. It was such a special time to have the three of us together, bonding as a family and helping each other feel good," the caterer smiled at the visual images he conjured, and his penis bobbed in response.

 

"Once Dave saw how much Garrett appreciated having both dads with him, he never hesitated again. Garrett was 11 when he had his first spritz of an ejaculation with Dave and I helping him. We celebrated as if it were the Fourth of July! He produced just enough for all of us to have a taste of those precious first drops.

 

"Dave took the lead with the boy's oral sex training several weeks later. And it was Dave who was the first to make love with Garrett anally a few months back," Polo got a hard 7-inch fat erection at the memory. "I am so proud of Dave for his willingness to put aside his stupid American beliefs about sex and do what is best for our son."

 

Luke smiled and nodded. "I have traveled to America many times for work and holidays. I am still astounded by how afraid they are of sex. They seem to be obsessed with it and scared of it in equal measure. I am fortunate that I have two husbands who are trying their best to let go of their repressive puritanical heritage."

 

Polo promised to talk with Dave after the wedding celebration about bringing the boys into their family's sexual activities. "Now I just need to solve the problem about poor Garrett's physical training and yours," Polo said, addressing the four boys.

 

"I've gotten so busy with work that I don't have the time to coach you guys how I would like. I see the way your development has suffered these past few months."

 

I could see absolutely no evidence of slacking off in any of the boys. They were all astoundingly well-developed.

 

Luke pointed out Dan and noted he is a professional trainer. "I've hired him to help me from slacking off while here. He is allowed to bring private clients into the excellent facilities at the hotel, or he could train the guys in the condo building's gym. It has all the essentials from what I've seen. I bet he would even give a family discount."

 

Polo's eyes lit up when he drank in Dan's form. "His body is stunning," he observed. "He might be the perfect man to help out with Garrett and the boys. I will not go home today until he agrees. Money is no problem – we're doing well with the business, and I know my sister will be willing to pay for Gael and Quino. She is as determined as I that they reach their physical potential."

 

I pointed out that Dan, Sebastien, and Henri were raised with their father's liberal French attitude toward sex and have been in loving physical contact since a young age.

 

"So, he is perfect! This is the best birthday present I could have asked for," Polo exclaimed.

 

 ***

 

While we were involved with Polo and the boys, Michel greeted his jeweler friend and escorted him, Ted, and Ronan into the bedroom so they could pick out their rings.

 

Cookie and I decided to check out the patio while Luke stayed inside to mingle and be available to assist as needed.

 

We complimented Sean and Megan on the floral and greenery arrangements and praised Steven and Marcus on the pergola they set up. They also brought four patio heaters so that the outdoor space would be usable into the mid-October night.

 

The pergola was covered in vines and large blooms that looked sturdier than the delicate lilacs used inside. There were live topiaries at each leg of the temporary structure. It was elegant yet festive. The grey-on-grey color palette used inside was replaced with brighter oranges, greens, and yellows.

 

I was able to read Steven's thoughts easier than Marcus's. I broadcast to him that I was in his head, which got a surprised look. I shared my husbands' thoughts about getting to know them and their dad more intimately. As an amuse-bouche, I transmitted pictures and sensations of making love with both my husbands.

 

I waited only a few seconds for verification from Steven's rising cock that he got my messages. I was surprised to see Marcus was also erect. I didn't know if Steven was acting as a relay station for my telepathy or if he shared his thoughts and feelings with his twin.

 

Tyler, Chuck, and Bobby came out a few minutes later to gather around Cookie. Ty spoke for the troika. "Uncle John, when will we see you again? We are going back to Davenport tomorrow. You're going to New York City next week. How are we going to live without you?"

 

My heart broke as I heard the torment in Ty's voice and saw Chuck and Bobby look on with yearning. I pulled them to my sides and planted kisses on their foreheads.

 

John hugged his love Tyler as tightly as he could. My unbreakable connection with John and Luke revealed the depth of his longing for the somewhat unconventionally beautiful boy. Luke and I committed to John that we would move heaven and earth to join with the boys – and Declan and Robert – as often as possible.

 

John and Ty kissed nonstop for a few minutes. It seemed that Ty was attempting to be absorbed into John's body. All of us were crying. I somehow found my voice first.

 

"You know that Luke, Cookie, and I love you boys desperately – and your dad and Dex, too," I began. "We crave to be with you at least as much as you desire us. You three have brought joy into our lives that we didn't even realize we were missing."

 

I took a minute to sniffle. "I can't promise exact dates right now, but we will coordinate all our calendars to make arrangements. We will get to you. And we will get you to us. Have you ever been to New York?"

 

Chuck was the only one who had been.

 

"There you go," John said encouragingly, "I have been underutilizing my NetJets lease this year, so I have to book more flights or lose tons of money." (It was money he had already spent either way, but we didn't have to trouble the boys with that.)

 

"We can send a jet to pick you up in Davenport, and you'll be in my arms in two hours," Cookie continued. "Our house has plenty of spare rooms ... ."

 

Tyler cut off John. "You wouldn't dare make me sleep somewhere without you," he begged.

 

I sent a quick retort into John's head. "Of course not. You will always be in our bed. I just meant in case you want to bring along some friends. My jet can accommodate 11 passengers, so each of you can bring a friend if you want, and I have ten spare bedrooms, so each can have a room," John saved himself. "Just please tell me before you take off how many there will be so I can have the rooms made ready."

 

Ty cuddled into John's embrace again.

 

I asked Bobby, "Where will we sleep when we come to Davenport?"

 

He looked at me with a crooked smile. "You will sleep under me, of course. Luke will sleep on top of Chucky Cheese, and Ty and Cookie will take turns sleeping on top of each other. Dad and Dex can work their way in wherever they see an opening."

 

I laughed at Bobby's literal innuendo, rubbed his back, and patted his ass. "That sounds like an eminently fair distribution of resources. I look forward to it very much."

 

We came to a comfortable silence, so I asked Chuck and Ty about their rehearsal with Jake.

 

Chuck's pretty green eyes lit up. "Jake is really sweet, Q. He will play the lute while Ty plays one of Jake's guitars. He doubted me when I told him Ty is excellent on the guitar, but he was impressed and said he would trust my boyfriend with his most valuable guitar!"

 

Ty pulled his head away from Cookie's shoulder. "Jake told me I could be a guitar major at DePaul if I wanted to. I never thought about majoring in music. I thought I would study visual arts. Now I have a lot more to think about."

 

John rocked Ty sweetly. "It's a good thing you have so many people who love you and will be happy to help you decide." John leaned down, blew raspberries on Ty's neck, and then licked his skin.

 

Ty giggled. "That tickles."

 

John picked up his head and told Ty he was sorry.

 

"I didn't say to stop!" Ty chastised.

 

We all laughed as John went back in and got Ty's neck filled with saliva. I patted the boys' asses again, then slid a finger into each, eliciting a contented sigh.

 

The five of us enjoyed a few moments of quiet intimacy. After a while, Ty pulled away from John. "Now do this side, Uncle John," he begged as he turned his head.

 

"Did you spend all your time rehearsing," I asked as I probed the teens' anuses, feeling some wetness in Chuck's.

 

Chuck giggled. "No. Michel was right: Jake helped us relax with a special internal massage. I sucked him to get him hard, which took about 30 seconds, and he fucked me first. Guys, Jake is huge!"

 

We nodded, having seen him not quite erect earlier in the morning.

 

"He must be longer than Tristan," Chuck exclaimed, referring to the bartender we hired for the party in our hotel suite two nights ago. Tristan Roberts had a 10 ½ inch thin penis that the 18-year-old was happy to share with the group. "But Jake is thicker than Tristan was. I was scared to tell you the truth. But Jakey was lovely and took his time, allowing me to set the pace. I'm not a pro like you and Uncle John, but I never felt anything like it."

 

Cookie kissed Ty's cheek and asked, "What did you think about Jake, my sweet?"

 

Tyler sighed. "He was super duper gentle, but not like you, Uncle John. Nobody feels as good inside me as you and Chuck. I was scared when he started, too. But something inside me seemed to open up to him, and he could slide in all at once."

 

Chuck interrupted, "You should have seen Ty. He took to Jake's ramrod as if it was nothing. I'm so proud of my boyfriend!"

 

Chuck and Tyler exchanged loving glances. I kissed the 16-year-old's head as I continued to slowly finger fuck both him and Bobby.

 

"When Jake came in me the third time," Tyler continued, "he told me that he never felt anyone like me. I don't know what I did, but he came the first time less than a minute after he bottomed out in me. I felt my insides moving around, trying to get used to him. He said I was massaging him with my rectum and colon, but I wasn't trying to."

 

"I've never felt anyone like you, either," John cooed into Tyler's ear. "I love you, my sweet."

 

I kissed Chuck again. "Did Jake cum in you only once?"

 

"Yeah," he sighed. "It took a long time for me to get used to him. But once he came in me, I came right after. Jake's cock felt so good that I wanted him to make Ty feel what I had just experienced. Once Ty's magical ass drained him for the third time, Jake told me he would need an hour before giving me more. I didn't need more because I came twice more watching Ty get so much pleasure from Jake that I couldn't stop cumming."

 

I couldn't love these boys more if I tried. I was enjoying Chuck's and Bobby's holes when Luke told John and me that the jeweler had departed and Michel wanted to review the ceremony with all the participants.

 

I slowly pulled my fingers from the warm embrace of teen asses and told everyone that our presence was needed inside. Bobby grabbed the wrist of my hand that had been pleasuring Chuck and sucked on my fingers. It seemed he may have gotten a taste of Jake's cum. Chuck laughed and licked Bobby's flavors from my other hand.

 

 ***

 

David and Garrett Thistlewaite arrived as Michel finished reviewing the ceremony and everybody's role. I was pleased to see Garrett wearing Luke's shirt, which I had worn yesterday as a sun dress. Garrett admired my garment, so Luke stripped it off me and offered it to the 13-year-old.

 

The shirt barely stayed on Garrett's lithe body. He looked like he was playing dress up in his mother's – or father's – closet. Still, he looked adorable.

 

Tom Wooten approached and offered to take their clothing to stash with his. Garrett was naked in a few seconds. David took a little longer to undo the belt on his slacks and unbutton his shirt.

 

Garrett was thin but showed some budding biceps and looked well-toned with a pert round ass. I knew Polo worried that he was ignoring Garrett's physical development. I was sure Dan would be happy to devise a program for him to gain muscle to look more like his cousins.

 

Luke and I greeted Garry and Dave with hugs and kisses, then introduced John Hamilton to them as our third husband.

 

Dave tried not to display a reaction to us being in a threesome, but I could see by the slight smile that he was intrigued.

 

Tom, Garry's godfather, returned to the group and asked Garrett if he would be willing to be a flower boy. Garry loved his godfather, so he said yes immediately, then asked his father if it would be okay. David agreed and thanked us for including his beautiful boy in the wedding party. We introduced them to Py, who had assented to be a ring bearer.

 

Dave, a 33-year-old industrial engineer for Boeing, and Garry, his 13-year-old biological nephew and adopted son, were happy to meet the 5'8" black 14-year-old bellboy from the hotel where Luke and I stayed.

 

Pythagoras was one of three bellboys that room service director Omar Zayas had arranged to serve breakfast in Luke and my suite after having 15 men for a sleepover. Py became instantly enamored with Declan, who reciprocated the feeling. The youngster is a budding bodybuilder who would love to look like the black muscle god whose father is getting married today.

 

Py was eager to be a ring bearer, especially since it meant standing next to his crush, Declan, who would stand up for his dad, Ronan.

 

I took a photo of Py holding the rings on a small white satin pillow and sent it to Omar for his hourly update, ensuring Py was safe, sound, and happy.

 

Michel introduced himself to Dave and Garrett, explained that he would be the officiant today, and organized the ceremony on behalf of Ronan and Ted.

 

Garrett's eyes grew big when he looked at the naked 40-year-old muscled real estate investor. "You are so handsome, Michel," Garrett gushed with his surprisingly deep voice. "You have a great body, too. I hope to develop a body as good as yours. I hope we can become friends. You are really, really, super handsome!"

 

Garrett stopped talking and blushed. Michel smiled and drew him into a full-body embrace. "Thank you for the generous compliments, my new friend. I think that you are really handsome as well. We don't have to become friends because we are already friends."

 

Garrett's blush transformed to a glow as he relished a few moments of skin-to-skin contact with Michel and then asked what he would have to do as a flower boy.

 

"You will have three duties if you agree," Michel explained with Tom at his side.

 

"First, you will assist your precious godfather in handing out floral necklaces to any guest who wants one," Michel instructed, punctuating the statement with a kiss on the boy's lips.

 

"Second, you will drop rose petals while leading the procession through the living room. You will start when you hear Tyler and Charles sing. Walk slowly, grab a few petals at once, and let them flutter to the floor. When you get to me," the officiant continued, "you can put down the basket and stand with Luke, Quentin, and John." Another kiss.

 

"Third, when Ronan and Ted are ready to exchange rings, they will hand you their bouquets. You can hold them or put them on the table with the rose petal basket. It doesn't matter. When the vows are finished, Ronan and Ted may ask for their flowers, but they may not think of it. You can offer them to the happy couple if you want. Again, there's no wrong thing to do. It's a very casual ceremony. Nothing to stress over," Michel concluded with two kisses on Garrett's smiling mouth.

 

Garry took his instructions seriously and looked proud to be given responsibility. David, Polo, and Tom kissed him and thanked him for helping make the wedding beautiful for Ronan and Ted. Then, the marital couple hugged and kissed Garrett to offer their thanks.

 

The flower boy looked up at the 6'3" 26-year-old cop with a smile. "Wow, you are really handsome, too. And you go almost up to the ceiling!"

 

Then Garrett looked at the 6'1" 44-year-old judge and did a doubletake. Ronan winked at him with his index finger on his lips as we laughed at Garrett's comments to Ted.

 

Garrett noticed Ted's red neoprene cockring and ball stretcher on his seven-inch flaccid circumcised penis. Before thinking, the boy's hands were holding the prominent member. Ted put his hands on his hips and smiled down at the teen. Ronan arched an eyebrow and wondered what was going on.

 

"Mr. Wooten," Garrett called to his godfather, "I don't think this will work."

 

Ted laughed. "I think my penis works pretty well, last I checked. What is the problem?"

 

Garrett looked up. "Your penis is beautiful, Mr. Nowicki." Garrett kissed the tip of Ted's cock as a way of apologizing for the unintentional disparagement. "But Mr. Wooten and Mr. Wilson devised a color scheme of grey and lilac for today. Your cockring is the wrong color. Do you have another one?"

 

Ted tried to take the situation as seriously as he thought Garrett was doing. "I'm sorry, young man, I don't have another one with me. We can remove it if you think it's improper."

 

Garrett, whose hands never left Ted's cock and balls, moved a hand over to Ronan's thick four-inch cut penis, again without asking or thinking.

 

The flower boy turned to Michel. "Do you have two black cockrings in the house somewhere? That way, we can have a double cockring ceremony. Gold would go with everything, too."

 

Michel burst out laughing at the joke and kissed Garrett once again. "I'm sure I have several, my friend if that's what Ted and Ronan want."

 

Ted and Ronan had trouble formulating thoughts since Garrett was now actively massaging their penises, causing them to stick out slightly above horizontal.

 

"Careful there, Garry," Michel advised. "You won't be able to get Ted's ring off if you make him hard. We'll have to ice him down to make him soft."

 

Garrett took his hands off both cocks, but smiled. "My dads use ice on my penis sometimes," he explained. "They are trying to teach me how to edge. They put ice water on my penis if they think I will cum before they want me to. I used to hate it, but now I kind of like it when the pain shoots through my body. It's like every nerve is firing, and I'm fully alive even if my cock goes limp."

 

Now Michel's cock jumped at the thought of the 13-year-old learning the ways of edging and sexual pain. "You have very caring fathers to take the time and effort to teach you important life skills," Michel said as his 7-inch cock pointed to the ceiling. "I hope you appreciate them."

 

 "I love them so much," Garrett said as his eyes began to fill. "My mom never took the time to do anything with me. She hardly even talked to me. We would go for days at a time with no food in the apartment. If it weren't for school lunch, I wouldn't eat anything. But my Uncle Dave rescued me, and now he and my Pop Polo do everything for me. They love me even when I don't deserve it."

 

Ronan was on his knees in front of the crying boy in a flash, wrapping him in a rib-cracking embrace and smothering him with kisses.

 

"Do you remember what I told you in my chambers before I approved your adoption," the judge asked Garrett.

 

Garrett nodded. "You told me that every boy deserves a safe home with someone who loves him. You said my mom tries to love me but doesn't know how. Then you told me that you were sure beyond any doubt that Dad and Pop would give me everything I needed and that I deserved everything they would give me. You confused me, Your Honor. I'm sorry."

 

Ronan smiled between kissing Garrett's face. "I'm sorry for the confusion, young man. Let me say this as plainly as I can: You, Garrett Thistlewaite, deserve to be loved and cherished every second of every day. You deserve to be provided a safe home to the best of your fathers' abilities.

 

"There may be rare occasions when you deserve to be corrected or disciplined," the judge continued, "but correcting a boy's mistakes is part of loving him and helping him to make better choices. From what I can see, your fathers have loved you wholly and entirely, precisely what you deserve.

 

"Have I made myself clear," Judge Goff asked.

 

Garrett smiled and nodded. Ronan wiped away the few remaining tears.

 

"Judge Goff," Garrett started.

 

"Yes, young man," Ronan answered with a smile.

 

"May I kiss you, Judge Goff," Garrett asked, his voice cracking.

 

"The court grants the motion," Ronan joked.

 

I thought Garrett would launch himself at the 210 pounds of hard muscle wrapped in deep black skin kneeling before him. Instead, he held Ronan's face and moved slowly, barely touching his lips with excruciating tenderness. He pulled back, then kissed Ronan again.

 

"I want to grow up to be exactly like you, Your Honor," Garrett said with a smile and a few more soft kisses. Garrett held out a hand as a symbolic gesture for the judge to stand.

 

"What do you mean you want to be exactly like me," Ronan asked as he looked down at the boy, who leaned in to kiss Ronan's pronounced chest.

 

"I want to be tall like you, but I don't think I can do much about that. I want to have muscles like you. I want to be as kind to people as you have been to me. I want to help boys find dads to love them the way you have helped me," Garrett explained. "Do I have to be a judge to do that?"

 

Ronan hugged the young teen again. "No, my precious boy, you don't have to be a judge, but I am certain you would make a fair, compassionate, and thoughtful judge. You could be a social worker or a counselor. You could be an adoption advocate. You could be a foster parent. There are many ways you can help. Find something that feels like a good fit for your interests and talents."

 

Everyone in the room had gathered to witness the interaction by this time.

 

David pulled Polo to his side but stood by, not wanting to interrupt an intimate moment between their son and the judge they had just recognized as the man who helped them secure custody of Garrett and finalized his adoption on an expedited schedule.

 

Polo came forward first. Ronan scanned the mostly naked 27-year-old Argentinian sex god with much appreciation. Polo put his hands on Garrett's shoulders, still clinging to Ronan, and spoke to the judge.

 

"Your Honor, Judge Goff. I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you before," Polo pleaded. "You are the man responsible for virtually every moment of happiness we've had in the last three years since you put Garrett into our lives."

 

David seconded the opinion. "You were so kind and supportive to me throughout the process. We are forever grateful."

 

Polo turned to Michel. "You must tear up the invoice I gave you for the catering and event planning. I will not accept a penny for the wedding of the man who made my family possible."

 

Michel thought for a nanosecond to argue with the caterer but realized it would be rude not to allow Dave and Polo to offer this gift to the judge.

 

Tom Wooten, moved to tears by the conversation between his godson and Judge Goff, insisted likewise on the flower invoice. Sean, Megan, and three of the four cousins came forward to return their cash tips to Michel. Gael was down in the lobby as the doorman to admit guests.

 

Polo tried to stop them from giving back their money. "No, I can't ask you guys to return your tips. You worked diligently today and deserve them. This is between me and His Honor."

 

Michel reinforced the notion, stating flatly that he would not accept the return of the cash from the employees.

 

Sean said, "In that case, I will donate this money to the Little City Foundation in Ted and Ronan's names."

 

Megan said she would donate hers to Lamda Legal. The cousins quickly decided to split their tips between the Trevor Foundation, Gay Fathers of Greater Chicago, and the Center on Halstead.

 

Ted kissed Ronan and beamed. "I couldn't ask for better friends and to think that I just met most of you. If I had any doubt about marrying His Honor today, it has been wiped away. I want to get married right now!"

 

Garrett tugged on Ted's penis. "What about your cockring?"

 

Everyone laughed. Ted retorted, "I want to get married – as soon as I find a cockring in an appropriate color."

 

"Theodore Nowicki, are you still running all over Chicago in that garish red cockring?"

 

We all turned around to see who was speaking. Ted groaned, "Mo-o-o-o-o-m, it's not garish."

 

 *** 

 

The first thing I noticed about Carolyn Nowicki was her posture. She had to be a dancer or model by how she walked toward her son with elegant confidence as if she were walking on a stage or runway. The 5'6" beauty with the blunt-cut blond bob had to be in her mid to late 40s but looked 15 years younger than that.

 

She wore a sleeveless shift in cream silk organza that ended several inches above the knee, exposing her incredibly toned legs. The fabric of the loose mini dress was sheer enough to give glimpses of her lovely shape when the light was right.

 

Carolyn walked over to Ted and presented both cheeks for him to kiss, which he did before wrapping her in a sweet embrace and telling her how much he loved her.

 

Immediately behind Carolyn were two men who had to be the father and uncle Ted had told us would be attending, but they looked like slightly older brothers of the 26-year-old cop. Both were naked. I spied Gael putting what I presumed to be their street clothing in a wire basket in the stairhall and writing on the attached label.

 

The first man approached to kiss and hug Ted. He was about two inches taller than the 6'3" cop and had darker brown hair. He was even more built than Ted, giving Lukas or Dan a run for their money in muscle development. I guessed that the man was ten years older than Ted.

 

As Ted and the man embraced, Luke, John, and I shared thoughts about his enormous glutes and thighs. Luke agreed that he had never seen such development. Cookie hoped his dick wouldn't get snapped off if he were lucky enough to shove his eight inches into that ass.

 

Our thoughts were interrupted by Ted. "Mom, Dad, I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée, the Honorable Ronan Goff." Then, turning to Ron, "Sweetheart, I'd like to introduce my parents, Nicholas and Carolyn Nowicki."

 

Ron kissed Carolyn's cheeks and thanked her for attending on such short notice. There was no disguising that Carolyn was charmed by the judge, her gaze drinking in every inch of his exposed skin.

 

Nicholas managed to wrap himself around the stacked Cook County Judge, rocking him back and forth in an enthusiastic greeting. "Judge Goff! I don't think we've ever met, but I know your stellar reputation! I can't tell you how pleased I am to become your father-in-law, even though I think we're the same age."

 

Nicholas kissed Ron's lips but didn't linger. "Please call me Nick."

 

Ron's hands somehow accidentally reached Nick's massive glutes and massaged them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nick. Call me Ron. I would have remembered if you had been in my courtroom."

 

Ron and Nick rubbed their cocks together while pulling each other closer by the other's butt, both enjoying their rising erections. Ted looked on with a broad smile, thrilled that his parents seemed to be getting along with his betrothed.

 

The two kissed again with more passion. When they broke the kiss, Ron looked to Nick's side to see Ted's uncle Aleksander standing with a knowing smile. Nick stepped aside with his 9-inch penis pointing almost straight up.

 

"Alex, I should have put two and two together when I met Ted," Ron exclaimed as he looked at the 6'1" exotic dancer. "The resemblance is unmistakable. How did I miss it?"

 

Ted laughed and stood between his 40-year-old father and 36-year-old uncle. "Do you think there is a family resemblance," Ted joked about their near-identical features.

 

"Only a glancing similarity," Ron shot back with a laugh as his 7-inch erection tapped on his flat abdomen.

 

Ted kissed Ron and asked, "I take it you are a patron of SinkHole?"

 

Ron smiled as he looked at Alex. "Yes, I've been going there occasionally for years. Your marvelous uncle is one of my favorite dancers and hosts, although he doesn't dance nearly often enough anymore. At least he usually works the Rear Lounge when I go there."

 

Ted kissed his uncle. "So, Uncle, how often have you and my fiancée had sex?"

 

Alex looked as if he were trying to calculate. Ron jumped in, "Probably just a few dozen times, I reckon. Your uncle has the highest rates of any of the guys at SinkHole. But he's worth every penny."

 

Ted wiggled his eyebrows at Ron. "It looks like I have some catching up to do to even the score."

 

Ron laughed and asked, "How many times have you and your uncle had sex?"

 

Ted and Alex looked at each other before Ted spoke, "Probably a few hundred more than a few dozen times, I reckon."

 

Ron grabbed Alex and pulled him in for a brief kiss. "It seems I'm the one with some catching up to do."

 

Ted pretended to pout. "I think I'm getting screwed out of screwing!"

 

Ron kissed Ted's cheek. "How about if I agree to have sex with your uncle or dad no more often than I have sex with you?"

 

Ted looked surprised. "I could never put such restrictions on you, Ron. How many times since we've known each other have I tried to control who you have sex with?"

 

Ron laughed, "We've only known each other for 21 hours."

 

"The court will direct the witness to answer the question as asked," Ted objected mockingly.

 

"You have never once asked me to either have sex or refrain from having sex with anyone. Zero times," Ron restated.

 

"I rest my case," Ted concluded. "You should have sex with my dad, uncle, mom, or anyone else you want to as often as you want to. I would be offended if you didn't fulfill your sexual potential."

 

"I'm glad that's settled," Alex told his nephew. "I enjoy having sex with your husband and would be sad to give him up. As a matter of fact, we should all get together for a nice bonding session. You know, four Nowickis is better than one."

 

Carolyn smiled. "No offense, Ron, but I prefer sex with younger men."

 

Alex reissued his statement, "Three Nowickis are better than one."

 

Nick nodded in agreement. "You may not have done the math, Ron, but Carolyn was 22, and I was 14 when Ted was born. I couldn't resist her seduction."

 

Carolyn guffawed. "My seduction! I said hello, and you popped that famous Nowicki boner at me. I must have gotten pregnant within the first ten times we fucked. Of course, we fucked three times a day for a few weeks until your mom made you feel guilty for not having enough cum left for your father and other playmates."

 

Nick just shrugged.

 

Ron looked back and forth between Carolyn and Nick, trying to reconcile their age difference.

 

"Don't try to blow smoke up my ass, Ron, pretending you don't know I'm older," Carolyn chided. "I'm 48, and Nick is 40. I'm Mrs. Robinson."

 

Ron protested, "I absolutely would have never guessed it, Carolyn. Truly. You are a stunning and sexy woman. You are holding up much better than your husband."

 

Carolyn smiled. "Clean living, I suppose."

 

Now it was Nick's turn to guffaw. Ted and Alex joined in the loud, good-natured laughter.

 

Ron turned to Ted. "Sweetie, does it bother you that your husband is four years older than your father?"

 

"It hasn't crossed my mind to tell the truth," Ted said. "The only thing that bothers me is that you are still not legally my husband. When are we going to get started?"

 

Michel kissed Ted's cheek. "We have almost an hour yet. Some of your guests have yet to arrive. Be patient, my love."

 

Garrett grabbed Ron and Ted's cocks firmly. "You can't get married until we find suitable cockrings," the 13-year-old announced loudly. "Your mom says so!"

 

Michel clapped his hands and laughed. "Garrett, drag those cocks this way. Keep the men attached if you think it necessary. Pythagoras, please join us to attend to His Honor's penis." Michel knew Py's attraction to Declan would extend to Dex's look-alike father.

 

The three men and two eager teens went to Michel's bedroom to solve the cockring crisis.