When those of us in the wedding party finished signing the marriage license and returned to Dan Archambeau's living room, Polo Sanchez and his event planning/catering crew had already rearranged the furniture, removing about half the folding chairs and clustering the remaining ones in small conversation groups. They also reassembled the Vladimir Kagan widespread V-shaped sofa into its intended configuration.

 

Polo's cousins, Joaquin and Gael Otero, 17 and 19, were working the room with trays of champagne coups, asking guests to hold their glasses for upcoming toasts but offering water for immediate consumption to anyone who desired it. The ceremony lasted less than 15 minutes, so I doubted anyone was seriously dehydrated. Christopher Buckingham, Ronan's 23-year-old bailiff, cried even more than I did. He might require some hydration.

 

The Otero brothers remained in their work uniform: naked except for a diamond-studded bowtie pin attached to a gold studded leather choker and a gold cockring. They carried lustrous sterling silver trays with practiced skill, sometimes lifting them over their heads to avoid bumping into the guests, revealing the hairless, muscled bodies they had been building since they were 10. Their tawny skin was pulled taut and glowed with teenage vigor.

 

Polo's younger nephews were setting up the lunch buffet. Tomás and Mateo Arenas, 14 and 16, resemble Polo's cut physique with his pronounced Adonis belt. Both also had Polo's thick five-inch intact flaccid penis, though neither was quite as wide as Polo's world-class monster. I had seen Mateo partially erect when my husband Lukas was speaking with them about being teen physique models, and I knew the 14-year-old's cock was even longer than his uncle's. I wouldn't doubt that he had 8 inches working for him when he was completely hard.

 

All four of the Argentinian beauties sent me into lust-filled swoons to the amusement of my two husbands.

 

The Otero brothers came directly to us as we entered the room, ensuring everyone had champagne, including the flower boy, 13-year-old Garrett Thistlwaite, and the ring bearer, 14-year-old Pythagoras Owens. Garrett's uncle and adopted father, David, is married to Polo, the caterer. They are all friends of Tom Wooten, who owns Fletcher the Florist, where we first met. Py is a bellboy at the downtown hotel where Luke and I – and now our third husband, John "Cookie" Hamilton – are staying.

 

Py had fallen instantly in love with Ronan's son Declan. He just as quickly got his heart broken when he found out the 22-year-old was moving to Davenport, Iowa, to work as a conditioning coach at the Quad City Academy for Boys. For now, the young Black aspiring bodybuilder was happy to be tucked into the side of his love, Dex, the impressively stacked Black bodybuilder and sweetheart.

 

***

 

Michel Archambeau, Dan's father, who was also the officiant of the wedding and de facto master of ceremonies, guided the wedding party members to the front of the room.

 

"I would like to toast our newlyweds, Ted and Ronan," Michel began, "May their love continue to grow as they support and cherish each other. May their love be fortified by friends and family through every twist of fate that may come their way. Ted and Ronan!"

 

We all raised our glasses, including Ted, until Ronan subtly stopped him, reminding him that the toast recipient never drinks to himself.

 

Ronan offered a toast to his best men – his father, Brendan, and son Declan. Then Ted offered one for his parents, Nick and Carolyn, and his uncle Aleksander. Then, another followed for John, Luke, and me, who were honored to be Ted's best men.

 

Next came enthusiastic toasts for Garrett and Py. Dex and Brendan smothered Py with kisses. John, Luke, and I did likewise to Garry. The cute boys were embarrassed by the attention even as they appreciated it.

 

Finally, Ronan offered a heartfelt toast of thanks to everyone who helped throw the wedding together in less than a day. "You have no idea how your generosity and hard work have touched us. We will never forget this day, partly because Michel, Tyler, Henri, Sebastien, and Bobby are recording everything.

 

"But the most important thing is that my soulmate Ted Nowicki and I are now legally married," Ronnie concluded to cheers and shouts.

 

Michel interrupted. "Well, if we're going by tradition, you're not fully married until you consummate your marriage vows."

 

Ted grabbed Ron's hand. "Let's get to it, husband. Shall we go to the bedroom?"

 

Dan Archambeau stepped forward. The personal trainer and masseur at our hotel stepped away from Finn Washington, Henri Archambeau's boyfriend, to offer, "We have the double chaise lounge on the patio set up if you'd rather be in the open air. It's even warmer today than yesterday, so it's a beautiful day to make love in the sunlight."

 

Ron smiled. "Perfect! There's more room for helpers. Dad, Dex, Py, why don't you guys help me? Nick, Carolyn, and Alex can help Ted."

 

Carolyn laughed. "I think I'll just be a casual observer if you don't mind," she said, draining her champagne glass. "Perhaps your best men can fill in. Besides, my son has never needed help having sex before."

 

Ted laughed along. "Not since I was 11. But the more, the merrier. Come on, Dad, Uncle Alex, Luke, John, Quentin. Garry and Py, you guys should come, too. Everyone else is welcome, too. We don't want to exclude anyone!"

 

I chuckled at the absurdity of turning your wedding consummation into a group participation event. Then Luke got into my head and reminded me how much I've come to cherish having sex with groups of friends. The more, the merrier, indeed! So much has changed in my life in the past couple of weeks.

 

Besides, Ted and Ron had already made love three or four times since yesterday, so it's not like we're insinuating ourselves into their initial meeting. I laughed aloud now, remembering several of us were present at each of their previous lovemaking sessions, including the first one. They both seem to enjoy having multiple partners as much as I do.

 

***

 

Dan was right: it was gorgeous weather for a mid-October afternoon in Chicago. It was probably in the mid-70s, so the four patio heaters were unnecessary. The sun shone warmly in the cloudless sky, and there was no wind that I could observe.

 

Ted and Ron kissed and caressed for a couple of minutes as we all got hard thinking about what was to occur. "Why don't you make love to me first, then I'll return the favor," Ron suggested.

 

Ted kissed his husband, then turned to his father and uncle. "I love you guys more than I can say. Will you help prep me?"

 

It was sexy as hell watching the three Nowicki men kiss and hug. Ted is 26. Uncle Alex is 36, and Nick – Ted's father – is 40, having been "lured" into a sexual relationship with Carolyn, who is eight years older, when Nick was 13. Carolyn gave birth to Ted when Nick was 14 and she was 22.

 

All three Nowicki men have at least nine-inch cocks, and I know Ted had at least a half dozen orgasms last night with no observable diminution in the volume or strength of his ejaculations. From what I hear, Ted's father and uncle have the same sexual stamina.

 

Nick and Alex were kissing down Ted's torso, stopping to bite his nipples teasingly. Dex invited Pythagoras to help him open up Judge Goff's anus. The 14-year-old looked ecstatic to do so, asking Ron to confirm his consent.

 

"Of course, I want you, Py," Ron said tenderly. "Although Dex may be moving a few hours away, I want you to be assured that you will always have a place with the Goff family. With my landlord's permission," Ron joked as he nodded to Michel, who owns the apartment building, "I'll give you a key so you can come and go whenever you like. There is no need to call ahead or any such nonsense. This is your home, too.

 

"We'll set up your phone with the Uber and Lyft apps connected to my credit card so that you don't have to worry about getting around the city. The only restriction is that you must promise to be a generous tipper: I have a reputation to uphold."

 

Pythagoras looked as if he would cry as he stretched to kiss Ron. I did tear up as I watched the 44-year-old judge and the 14-year-old bellboy fall even deeper in love as they kissed.

 

"Now, Py," Ron instructed, "Why don't you start by depositing your cum in my ass? Then Dex and Dad can add theirs. I should be warmed up and wet enough for my husband by then."

 

"You want me inside you, Your Honor," Py asked incredulously.

 

"Very much so, Py. And please call me `Ronnie.'" Ron lay supine on the chaise with his hands behind his head, lifting his knees to his ears using his deeply cut ab muscles with the effortless grace of someone who has done it thousands of times before.

 

Dex bent down to kiss and lick his father's anus, then turned to suck Py's already hard five-inch erection. Brendan took his grandson's place at his son's hole, once again sending me into a fantasy of having that goatee scratching my backside.

 

Ronnie sighed with contentment as his father performed expert analingus on him. Py squealed as his lover swallowed his penis and got to work wetting it. About a minute later, Dex declared Py ready to report for duty.

 

Brendan stood and rubbed Py's back as he kissed the lad. "Don't take too long, sweetie. Dex and I don't want to wait. We all love you, Py."

 

Py approached his reclining lover with a brief hint of hesitation. But once he saw Ron's genuine desire for him, he held his wet cock at its base, observing that his foreskin was fully retracted, and guided his leaking corona to Ron's open hole.

 

Py had a lot of practice over the last two years in the art of manly lovemaking under the tutelage of Omar Zayas, manager of our hotel's team of bellboys. Still, most of his penetrative practice has been with his fellow crew members, especially 15-year-olds Aziz Sabry and Lars Moller. He would occasionally top Omar so Py could receive guidance from his boss.

 

Yesterday morning, Py made love to Dex in my hotel suite. He was about to penetrate Dex's father on the sun-drenched patio. Ron looked into Py's eyes with an expression of pure love and desire. Py watched the tip of his penis touch Ron's hole, which winked at him reflexively.

 

The youngster withdrew an inch, then touched the hole again, smiling at the judge's reaction. He repeated the act a third time, but when Ron let his hole relax this time, Py glided his five inches inside in one smooth push.

 

Ron was momentarily surprised but then smiled appreciatively at the teen's sly move as he sighed at the pleasure of having a young, throbbing penis inside him.

 

Chuck Beck, who was video recording the proceedings, tried not to laugh aloud when he watched the ultra closeup through the viewfinder of his high-end camera. Sebastien Archambeau, one of Michel's twin 18-year-old sons, was snapping stills while Henri, the other twin, took photos of the crowd and the several people still inside the condo.

 

Py had been trained to be a patient lover who brought his partners to a slow and fulfilling climax, but he knew that wasn't his remit for this mission. He was the opening act, as it were, charged with dumping a lubricating load in Ronnie's ass, then getting out of the way for the judge's son and father to do the same.

 

Ron showed Py his power-bottom skills by gripping and releasing Py's cock with expert timing to help bring the teen to a quick climax. He made a mental note to have a more relaxed lovemaking session with his son's lover, appreciating the youngster's skills and genuine passion.

 

Ron held Py's face and licked the boy's open mouth sloppily. "You feel so good inside me, Py," Ron huffed. "Are you my lover now, too?"

 

"Py couldn't stop smiling. "Yeah, Ronnie, I'm your lover if you want me to be. I want to be your lover."

 

Ron gave Py's cock an extra firm squeeze with his rectum. "Does that feel like I want you, Py?"

 

"Yeah, Ronnie. Do you want my cum," Py squealed with his voice breaking.

 

"Yes, baby. Cum in me, sweetie. I want everything you've got to give," Ron panted loud enough for everyone to hear.

 

My cock was leaking profusely while I watched the 14-year-old speed up his fucking as his black skin glistened in the sunlight atop the judge's even darker skin. I hadn't noticed how defined Py's glutes and thighs were before, even though they weren't nearly as developed as the three generations of Goff men who all decided to take on the youngster as one of their lovers.

 

Py was rushing toward the cliff. His thrusts were speeding up to rabbit fuck mode as he was concerned only with bringing himself off. A high-pitched shriek signaled Py's orgasm. He froze, then a second later thrust again into Ron's ass, then again, and again, and yet once more.

 

The lad lowered himself onto Ron, then shuddered again with an aftershock. Both men giggled like 14-year-olds. Another shudder punctuated Py's service to Ron's preparation. Young Mr. Owens summoned the strength to remove himself from lying atop Ron, where he would gladly spend the next hour – or week.

 

***

 

Py slowly removed his cock from Ron's anus, desiring to leave behind as much cum as possible. Dex leaned down to help Py stand, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

 

Fred Bickford, Brendan Goff's friend since they met at wrestling camp 51 years ago, was happy to volunteer as a fluffer, busily sucking and licking the semi-retired dentist's balls as he watched Dex get into position to fuck his father.

 

Fred beckoned the bellboy. "Come here, Py, and let me clean you up."

 

Py looked uncertain, wondering whether the 62-year-old hairless power lifter realized he would also be getting a taste of Ron's ass along with remnants of Py's cum. Fred alleviated his concern.

 

"Don't be shy. There is nobody on this planet who has tasted Ronnie's ass more than me. I wouldn't keep going back if I didn't love it so much. Add your teenage cum to the mix, and you've got the perfect taste profile."

 

Py giggled as Brendan pulled him close to his side. Fred wasted no time moving from Brendan's balls to Py's still-erect cock. It was sensitive after having cum so forcefully inside Brendan's son, but part of Py's training helped him put aside his overstimulation for the benefit of his partner.

 

Py wrapped his arms in a side embrace around Brendan without thinking, then lowered his hand to Brendan's penis, holding it gently and weighing it against the other two generations of Goof men. They were all remarkably similar, but at a little over 7.5 inches, Brendan was about a half-inch longer than his son and grandson.

 

Brendan kissed the top of Py's head. "Do you like my penis, sweetie. It's yours whenever you want it."

 

Py looked up at Brendan as Fred continued lapping his cock. "I like everything about you, Dr. Goff. That's not true. I love everything about you."

 

Brendan pulled the youth even tighter against him, burying Py's face in his hairless armpit. "I love everything about you, too, Pythagoras Owens. If you agree, I would like to consider you my grandson, just like Dex. He calls me `Pop,' You could do the same if you'd like."

 

Py's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Pop! I love you so much! Thank you!" Without thinking, Py pulled his cock from Fred's mouth and jumped up into the 6'2" dentist's arms, wrapping his legs around Brendan's torso.

 

Fred is nothing if not adaptable. He smiled up at Py's winking hole and Brendan's stiff penis and decided the two needed to meet officially. He held his friend's cock while placing his other hand on Py's hip to signal to him to lower himself on his Pop's torso.

 

Py quickly caught on and was eager to comply as he planted butterfly kisses on Brendan's neck and sighed in contentment at having his rectum filled. "This is perfect, Pop. It feels like home."

 

"It feels like home for me, too, son," Brendan whispered, surprising himself with how emotional he felt. "But don't make me cum just yet, sweetie. I'm supposed to save it for Ronnie."

 

"Yes, Pop. Oh. Oh. Freddy that feels so good," Py exclaimed as Fred slithered his tongue into the teen's hole next to Bredan's cock.

Brendan purred into his newly acquired grandson's ear. He wasn't thrusting into the boy's hole for fear he would cum, but let Fred keep them both stimulated. Py began to squeal again, having just barely come down from his previous orgasm.

 

"Oh, oh, Pop. Freddy. Oh," he tried to unscramble his brain. Like yesterday, Py's second consecutive orgasm sent him into unconsciousness. He relaxed his grip on Brendan's shoulders with a sigh. Brendan rubbed his back and ass with slow, loving strokes as Fred continued snaking his tongue around in the entirely relaxed hole, keeping Brendan primed for his upcoming appointment with his son's ass.

 

***

 

I had witnessed Dex and Ron make love last night, but watching them in the afternoon sun surrounded by family, friends, and cameras was another thing. The father and son, who looked like twins, were perfectly synchronized.

 

They had been in this position more than a thousand times over the last ten years, which showed in their wordless coordination. As with Py, Ron's goal wasn't to make love with his son but to stimulate the 22-year-old to dump a load in his ass and move on. But he couldn't help opening his soul to Dex as their gaze remained fixed on one another with open-mouth smiles that told the other they knew precisely what each was feeling.

 

I was brought to tears watching them. But they were misty-eyed, too, each knowing that every sexual encounter between them was an expression of love.

 

Brendan noticed, too, and stepped away from Fred, disappointing his friend whose favorite activity was eating ass. "Take care of Py for me, would you," Brendan asked.

 

Fred stood and gingerly removed the unconscious 14-year-old from the 64-year-old's embrace. Fred claims that he likes sex with men but only falls in love with women, but anyone could tell that even Fred had fallen in love with Pythagoras. It's impossible not to.

 

It's not just that the young teen is already more skilled at every aspect of man-to-man sex than almost anyone I know; it's that he is a giving, authentic soul who genuinely loves having sex with men.

 

Brendan walked to the chaise with his 7.5-inch cock tapping on his cut abdomen as his eyes filled with love for his son and grandson. Each received a kiss before Dex grabbed his grandfather's penis and guided it to his lips, then leaned in to kiss his father once more so the two could share the taste of the family patriarch's cock as they kissed.

 

Since Dex and Ron were wrapped up in their lovemaking, they didn't realize that Brendan had been making love to Py but were both happy to taste Py's ass on their father's/grandfather's dick. All three Goff men had now been sexually intimate with Py, cementing his place in their family, even if it was informally.

 

***

 

While Dex was approaching the fulfillment of his promise to lube his father with his cum, Ted was being expertly prepared by his father and uncle.

 

The 26-year-old newlywed cop was to penetrate his husband first, then get penetrated by him. He asked to be prepared for both roles. Nick, Ted's father, was giving his son a slow, loving deep-throating blowjob, locking eyes with the appreciative son. The 40-year-old detective looked remarkably comfortable with 9.5 inches of penis sliding down his throat.

 

Ted had explained that the guys in his family all seemed to have an elevated libido and sexual stamina, so they thought nothing of having sex with each other three or four times a day since Ted was 11. He wanted to participate even earlier than that, but his dad rebuffed him until he thought he was mature enough.

 

Ted's libido was even more supercharged than his dad's, so it was good that Uncle Aleksander was around to help take up the slack. All three Nowicki men were versatile, so they were happy to join together in every way.

 

Alex was eating Ted's ass with unbridled enthusiasm. It was hard to tell who was enjoying it more.

 

"Please, Uncle Alex, I love your tongue, but I need some cum in my ass ASAP," Ted moaned.

 

Alex reached a hand out to grab mine, reluctantly removing his mouth from his nephew's ass. My cock was already hard and leaking, but Alex sucked on my 6 (and a little more) inches without a thought. After less than a minute of drooling on me, he asked, "How long will it take for you to shoot in Ted's ass?"

 

I giggled, "About forty-five seconds."

 

"Get `er done," Alex encouraged.

 

I had fucked that beautiful man once last night and gotten fucked by him twice, but it felt like a new experience as I sank into his lovely ass all in one slow push. Ted is about four inches taller than I, so I stood on my toes to get a good angle.

 

"Oh, Q, that feels nice," Ted encouraged. "Fill me up as soon as you can."

 

To emphasize his point, I felt my penis being pulled into him through some magical peristalsis that I didn't know was possible. I hadn't sensed that with him last night, but then we were going at a much more relaxed pace.

 

The overwhelming sexiness of the scene, combined with Ted's brilliant anal massage, had me firing in about forty-two seconds. I held on and moaned, trying my best to give Ted what he wanted rather than pleasuring myself. But both could happen simultaneously.

 

My husbands pushed sexy thoughts and images into my brain to keep me firing into Ted's ass as long as possible. I felt myself firing seven times, but I didn't think the overall volume was significant since I was drained so often last night.

 

I was still huffing through the last of my orgasm when Alex kissed my cheek and thanked me for my service, laughing as he observed that I looked like I enjoyed my work. He wondered whether I would like a chance to work with him at SinkHole.

 

Luke laughed into my consciousness as he felt me swooning at the thought of dancing naked in front of a group of strangers or possibly having sex before a paying audience. John and Luke told me they would gladly watch.

 

I felt myself blushing as I withdrew from Ted's ass and watched Alex move in with practiced skill from his work as a dancer and escort. He must have fucked or been fucked by thousands of men over the last 20 years since he used a counterfeit ID to convince the then-manager at SinkHole that he was 18 years old instead of 16. I'm sure the manager got one look at the magnificent nine-inch erection and would have agreed to anything.

 

It was captivating to watch Alex's moves as he fucked his nephew, who was only ten years his junior. For Alex, sex was a dance to be performed with grace and precision, but I could tell that he was putting his heart into it, too, for the benefit of Ted.

 

"I'm going to make you cry `Uncle,' Teddy," Alex huffed into Ted's ear before letting out a low growl.

 

Luke, John, and I connected to Ted, Alex, and Nick's psychic link. We knew that Ted was working his anal magic on his uncle while cautioning his father to ease up on the blowjob lest he cum before he had a chance to consummate his marriage. All three Nowicki men had extraordinary control over their rectums, but Ted was far and above the best at it.

 

Nick stood, letting Ted's 9.5 inches sway in the afternoon sun, and moved to hug his younger brother from behind, twisting his nipples with considerable force as he invaded Alex's ass with his dripping 9.5 inches.

 

Alex's growl transformed into a continuous moan as the two brothers coordinated their ejaculations with perfect synchronicity. The three men stilled themselves as Alex emptied into Ted and Nick emptied into Alex. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever witnessed. I could tell that each man was giving himself entirely to the others.

 

I saw a tear run down Ted's cheek as he accepted the boundless love offered by his uncle and father, and I fell in love with him even more than I had last night. Alex put his hands on Ted's shoulders, not needing words to communicate. Ted stepped forward, slowly relinquishing his uncle's cock, but Nick stayed implanted inside his younger brother, the two sharing an ineffable bond.

 

My sly husband Cookie was on his knees, swallowing Alex's cock with enthusiasm. He told Luke and me that he could detect some of my cum on Alex's cock, even though Alex had dumped a substantial load into Ted. We shared his appreciation for my cum. I have to admit, I like my cum, too. I enjoy just about anyone's cum.

 

***

 

The time for the main event had arrived. Ted walked toward the double chaise where his husband lay, receiving kisses and susurrations of love from everyone he passed.

 

We all gathered in a circle and instinctively held hands, lovingly surrounding Ted and Ron. We were all as hard as we had ever been, except for Bernie Mansfield's massive Korean Boy, who remained in his gold cock cage. Bernie had encouraged Boy to join the circle. Jake Monroe, the classical guitarist, took Boy's free hand, offering it a tender kiss before intertwining their fingers. Boy, who stood more than a foot taller than the music professor, was touched by the gesture. I used my tenuous connection with the massive 20-year-old to convey that we all would have done the same because he is a sweet and deserving young man.

 

The only ones not part of the circle were Henri and Sebastien, Michel's 18-year-old twins, who were videoing the scene, and Tyler Pickett, one of the Davenport teens, who was taking photos with one of Michel's high-end, high-resolution cameras.

 

I noticed that Christopher Buckingham, Ron's bailiff, stood between Dex and Brendan, tears of happiness for his boss and friend running down both cheeks. He seemed especially pleased to hold hands with Ron's father and son.

 

Somehow, Chris's hair was even more of a wreck than it was when he entered. Somehow, too, I hadn't noticed that he was also finally hard; his 8.5-inch penis was massively thick, but his foreskin wasn't fully pulled back from his corona. I wondered if he might get even longer. On most men of his 5'10" stature, such a thick throbbing cock might look intimidating, but on Chris, it looked – I don't know – charming.

 

Chris and I locked eyes briefly, both unabashedly weeping with emotion as we contemplated the immeasurable love surrounding us. Even though the bailiff was impressively muscular and masculine in appearance, he had the countenance of a six-year-old on Christmas morning. We passed wordless communication, and I fell in love again.

 

Everyone was suddenly drawn to Ted and Ronnie as Ted's 9.5-inches sank into his husband, completing the last prerequisite for their legal marriage. The cop and the judge virtually levitated with joy.

 

As Ted slowly accelerated his pistoning in and out of his husband, it felt like a magnetron was spinning up, drawing the circle of friends closer to the couple. Luke, John, and I all shared how we felt as if something were tugging on our cocks, massaging us to orgasm as we were pulled closer.

 

We simultaneously ejaculated on Ted's back and Ron's face without anyone touching our penises. I had no idea where my cum was coming from since I had emptied my balls into Ted's ass not more than ten minutes ago, but we three fired eight or nine times, with Cookie having the most volume and Luke firing the furthest.

 

We unconsciously stepped back, allowing others to move closer to contribute their love. Ron and I made brief eye contact, and he instantaneously conveyed a request to me. I sought Boy's gaze again and told him telepathically that Ron wanted him to participate in the circle fully, and he desired to share Boy's penis in a kiss with Ted.

 

The massive 20-year-old Korean tried to argue that he wasn't worthy, and in the process, he revealed his name to me: Kwan Gyon. I addressed Kwan by name and reminded him that Ron made a specific request for him. "Do you love Ronnie?"

 

Kwan was shocked that I would question his love and admiration for his gym buddy. I had my husbands join me in assuring Kwan that he was cherished and desired, not just by Ron and Bernie, but all of us men were eager to get to know him as a friend.

 

Several moments of internal conflict played on Kwan's face until he turned to his self-appointed dom, Bernie Mansfield, and whispered into his ear. Bernie's look of shock and delight was almost laughable, but I realized this was a massive accomplishment for the young, traumatized man.

 

Bernie fiddled with the cockring on his eight-inch erection and produced a small key. He had to place himself cock to cock cage against Kwan to get the key into the gold cage. A slight twist and a click had the cage falling to the patio.

 

Bernie unceremoniously kicked the chastity device – which I was sure cost several hundred dollars – to a corner, declaring, "We'll never need that again." Then the 41-year-old tossed back his nipple-length dirty-blond hair, dropped to his knees, and reverently kissed Kwan's quickly growing penis.

 

Kwan looked delicious as his cock grew to about eight inches, which was pretty proportional to his 6'6" height. He stepped closer to Ron and Ted, attracting Ron's attention even though he could open only his left eye since cum was pooled over his right eye. I think it was Cookie's.

 

"I love you, Kwan," Ron exclaimed before taking the slim uncut penis down his throat. He sucked momentarily, then pulled off and used his mouth to cradle Kwan's dripping purple head to present it as a wedding gift to Ted.

 

The newlyweds kissed furiously around Kwan's cock, causing the muscle man to start cumming within a minute. Kwan didn't shoot especially far – perhaps 18 inches – but he produced a torrent of cum, slathering Ron and Ted's faces, shoulders, and chests.

 

I lost count at 15 ejaculations. I can't explain what it was, but I had never seen a man look so beautiful as he orgasmed. Every inch of Kwan's body glowed as he undulated with balletic grace.

 

Luke and Cookie agreed with my assessment that every orgasm Kwan has should be recorded and shown in art museums worldwide. I had an echo orgasm watching the young muscle stud give everything he had to his orgasm as a gift to his friend Ronnie.

 

I cried, but I wasn't even sure why. Perhaps it was just the sheer beauty and enormity of love I saw being shared between husbands and their friends. I looked over to Bernie, who was misty-eyed as well. He knew that Kwan had some sort of breakthrough in building his sense of self-worth. I was pleased that I might have had some indirect influence on it.

 

Ted and Ron entered a shared orgasm as Kwan's was still diminishing, both trying to maintain eye contact while being transported to another plane of consciousness.

 

Everything about Ted is handsome, but the sight of his ass contracting as he pumped his love offering into his husband had me craving to put my mouth all over it. I resisted, not wishing to intrude on the happy couple's moment.

 

"I'm so sorry," Ron said breathlessly as he came down, "I didn't mean to cum so soon, but you felt so good making love to me that I couldn't stop myself. I can't seem to control myself around you. You are too sexy. Too damn sexy!"

 

"I'll second that," Chris Buckingham groaned as he finished shooting a load of cum on Ron's shoulder and chin from about four feet away.

 

A few other guys stepped forward to cum on the couple, who seemed pleased to receive each ejaculation as an endorsement of their union.

 

***

 

Ronan declared that he would need at least a half hour before he could fulfill his husbandly duty to Ted, so we should all take a break to enjoy the refreshments Polo and his catering crew provided.

 

We sauntered into the condo in small groups, many of us retrieving post-orgasmic drops of semen from whichever cock was close at hand. My husband Cookie was on my left, while Chris Buckingham came up on my right, smiling as always.

 

I gestured to his penis for permission to retrieve a large glob of leftover semen from the semi-hard, fat appendage. An even brighter smile granted permission. His cum was as good as I could have hoped for.

 

After I licked my thumb and forefinger, I said, "You're as big a crybaby as I am, except that you look adorable when you cry, while I look like a doofus."

 

It took a moment for him to realize I was complimenting him, not insulting him. He giggled in a medium baritone. "You look pretty, Quentin, whether you're crying or not. You, too, John," he said, leaning forward to address Cookie.

 

Although I may be somewhat prejudiced, John smiled as beautifully as Chris and said, "You are a lovely man, Chris. I'm happy we met. I could tell how much you love Kwan when you watched Jake kiss Kwan's hand. It moved him, too."

 

"Oh, that boy breaks my heart and makes it swell with pride daily," Chris exclaimed. "I love Ronnie so much for hooking him up with Bernie. Kwan was in the foster care system for several years and was about to age out. The abuse and neglect he suffered have affected him so deeply I don't know if he will ever fully recover, but he's come such a long way. I would give my life for him."

 

I did not doubt Chris's sincerity. I inquired about Kwan's background and employment. Chris confirmed that he is Korean but was orphaned when he was 12 when his parents' van was hit by a train. He has had several odd jobs but no career thus far.

 

"Do you have something in mind," Chris asked.

 

"Nothing in particular. I wondered if Kwan might enjoy pursuing a career like Dan Archambeau, our host's oldest son, who does personal training and massage therapy," I mused. "Kwan is highly intuitive and would make a top-notch masseur. He looked so beautiful during his orgasm that I wondered if he would excel as a dancer at Alex Nowicki's club, SinkHole."

 

Chris stopped walking. It was then that I realized I still had a grip on his penis and was unconsciously squeezing it to a semi-hard erection. When I removed my hand, he grabbed my wrist and replaced it on his cock. "You're a handy guy to have around," he joked before offering a sweet kiss on my cheek.

 

"Kwan is beautiful and graceful no matter what he does," Chris offered. "I don't know that he would feel comfortable dancing in front of a group of men, but he would make a splendid masseur, as you observed. He is very intuitive and loves to make others feel good.

 

"And his touch is exquisite," Chris continued. "Whenever I stay with Bernie and Kwan – three or four nights per week – I relish being held by Kwan. He can transmit so much love with his fingertips. I love him so much!"

 

Chris started tearing up again. A man after my own heart! I pulled him to my chest and nuzzled the side of his face with mine. I felt myself wending into his consciousness, feeling Kwan's featherlike caresses after a sweet lovemaking session a few nights back. I told Chris I was reading his memories, hoping he wouldn't be offended.

 

I felt Chris's cock plump and pulse out some precum. "I like having you inside me, Quentin Collins," Chris told me telepathically. "I am glad we are friends. Will you visit me even when you're back in New York? Will you share your lovemaking with Luke and John? Kwan and I would love to join you!"

 

It hadn't occurred to me that distance wouldn't impede connecting to people's minds. John joined our connection and told Chris that he would gladly invite Chris, Kwan, and Bernie into our lovemaking.

 

Images and sensations began flashing between us. I felt Luke and Bernie joining in. I summoned Kwan into the mix. Chris filled Kwan in on their newly expanded network. Kwan giggled aloud at Luke and John double-penetrating me last night. He wondered if Chris and Bernie would do that to him. He was surprised that I invited him and Chris to penetrate me as well.

 

The other guests were milling about with plates and glasses filled with gourmet treats while I felt Chris and Kwan mentally fucking me alongside Luke and John. How could four men be making love to me simultaneously?

 

Kwan was physically across the room with Dan Archambeau. He stopped his conversation in midsentence and got lost in a fog of making love to me. Suddenly the five of us were cumming with a vengeance. I held onto Chris for dear life, relishing the feel of his hard nips pressing into me as his cum covered my hand and crotch.

 

John came all over my ass and quickly shoved his cock into me, increasing my anal spasming. Dan dropped to his knees before Kwan and swallowed his gushing cock, having no idea why the 6'6" Korean beauty suddenly started cumming, but not missing a drop.

 

Poor Luke took Bobby Trachtenberg by surprise, grabbing him from behind and squirting all over his lower back. The 17-year-old wrestler leaned back into Luke and laughed, not understanding what was happening but gladly going with the flow, as it were.

 

I saw Bernie Mansfield on the patio with Ron, humping into his side, drizzling cum down his left hip. Ron put an arm around his friend and held steady, acting as if spontaneous orgasms were regular parts of their relationship.

 

The five of us gathered in the living room. Luke kissed Kwan, who seemed surprisingly at ease with everything and thanked him for helping tame his "uncontrollable husband," referring, of course, to me. What did I do?

 

Kwan laughed. "I like you guys. Let's do more stuff together. But I need to eat first. Am I the only one who worked up an appetite?"

 

We all laughed along and headed to the buffet tables. From the inquisitive looks of many of the other guests, I had a feeling there would be a lot of explaining to do, but I needed someone to explain it to me first.