By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.
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Life at Warren Hill
Bunny lay in the center of his and his dad's enormous bed, enjoying a slow, generous lovemaking session. It was after two o'clock in the morning. Drew had been slowly pumping in and out of his fifteen-year-old son's magical ass for forty minutes.
They both loved these post-midnight sessions and telepathically agreed that the diminished need for sleep was near the top of the list of most-appreciated gifts from Tuer Shen, the Rabbit God of homosexual love.
They would be completely rested and rejuvenated with just two-and-a-half hours of sleep. It allowed them to host other partners well into the night and still have quiet, intimate, and essential times with just each other.
Their most cherished blessing from Tuer Shen was their telepathic connection. They had become accustomed to reading each other's minds and jointly formulating thoughts. They were still getting used to sharing their memories.
Bunny considered himself to be an exhibitionist, but his father was the quintessential psychic exhibitionist. He enjoyed opening his mind to his son, allowing him to access every moment of his life. Every urge. Every mistake. Every triumph. Drew got a throbbing erection when he sensed that Bunny was inside his soul, accessing even the thoughts Drew wished he had never had.
Sharing his embarrassments and perceived weaknesses with Bunny was the most intimate act he ever experienced. Bunny, of course, read that in his father's mind and reciprocated in exposing himself to his dad. He did not get the same thrill in such exposition as his father did, which fact both men shared with each other.
But that didn't matter. They understood each other as much as they accepted each other.
They had both decided to invite Tuer Shen into their lovemaking as they entered the Garden of the Western Wind. The eternal nineteen-year-old god was happy to join with Drew in penetrating Bunny's ass. The two men and their mystic benefactor all felt each other's sensations. There was no need to request or suggest anything from their partners since they all knew what felt good for each partner. But knowing did not diminish the pleasure.
Many of the men's lovemaking or fucking sessions were frenetic and harried events. They reveled in the quiet and placid times they could share with each other.
Bunny once again mentally suggested that his dad might enjoy a penis even larger than the beautiful nine-inch appendage that was giving him such indescribable pleasure. After all, the Swanns and Marcus were all given ten-inch penises, as was Bunny himself. Obasi, the House Steward, had a thirteen-inch penis, though he was also six-foot-four inches tall.
Drew jokingly apologized to Bunny for shortchanging him. While Bunny and Drew joked, Tuer Shen could tell that Drew subconsciously would appreciate even more enhancement.
The father and son opened up their experience to others in the cosmic garden because their joy was too much to keep to themselves.
They were pleased to greet Cletus and Isandro once more, who were eleven and twelve-years-old. Tuer Shen had presented the Greek boys to Drew and Bunny the first time the boys made love. Now, just a few weeks later, Drew and Bunny were pleased to experience how much their love for each other was blossoming.
The boys shared their appreciation for all the love they witnessed in the Garden of the Western Wind, and how much the encouragement of all the other loving souls meant to them. They also expressed their gratitude to Tuer Shen for his guidance and the rapid transformation of their young bodies into the Greek gods they admired from antiquity.
Tuer Shen shared with Bunny and Drew that young Isandro was another of his special emissaries to the mortal world. Bunny sensed that they would meet in the physical world at some point.
The young lovers asked Drew and Bunny to join their lovemaking, and the father-son couple eagerly did so. The boys demonstrated how much their skills had improved in just a few weeks. They laughingly shared that they made love at least twice a day sometimes four times per day so they had a lot of practice in a short amount of time. Bunny laughingly countered that he often made love eight or ten times in a day, so the newbies still had some catching up to do.
The boys were encouraged in their lovemaking by both their fathers, who were also lovers, so they were happy to have their sons share the same joy. Bunny imparted to the lads that he found being made love to by one's father the most gratifying experience of his life, especially since his father is also his soulmate.
Isandro communicated that the boys had moved into the fathers' bed, and often made love side by side. He also shared memories of the fathers loving their sons anally as the youngsters sixty-nined each other.
Drew suggested they reenact that. The boys turned to suck each other while Drew and Bunny mentally flipped a coin to decide who would penetrate which boy in the Garden.
The next thirty minutes were spent with Bunny making love to Isandro while Drew did the same to Cletus. Bunny and Isandro formed a connection encouraged by Tuer Shen. Isandro didn't understand his special status, but he understood that he had a more profound connection to Tuer Shen than anyone else he knew. He was happy to understand that Bunny was equally connected.
Tuer Shen conveyed to Isandro that he would always be able to contact Bunny, and vice versa. The Rabbit God wrapped his arms around the four of them as they shuddered and bucked through a fifteen-minute four-way orgasm.
When they finished, the boys were happy to know that Bunny and Drew would be their friends and hoped to be able to meet. Bunny said that would happen for sure.
Drew and Bunny kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before drifting off to a short but restful sleep. Drew lay on Bunny's right side, his face tucked into Bunny's neck, and his right leg between Bunny's legs.
***
It was four fifteen when Drew felt a warm and wet tongue snaking into his ass. The room was virtually dark, with just the barest light from some of the landscaping lights coming through the four sets of glass doors standing open to the night air.
Drew thought that Bunny was licking his anus until he realized that he was still lying atop his son. He kissed Bunny's neck and collarbone while he concentrated on trying to identify the analingus technique being used on him.
He slowly brought his left knee up to allow easier access to his love hole while being careful not to arouse his son. The tongue went in deeper, curling, flattening, and twisting as it stroked in and out. It would occasionally leave altogether and then flick rapidly around his entrance, tickling him in the most excruciatingly delicious way.
After another few seconds, Drew decided it didn't matter who was tending to his ass. He would just appreciate the effort being expended for his pleasure. If he found out who his lover was, fine. If not, that was fine too. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure.
Both he and Bunny had told the staff at Warren Hill that they were welcome to their bodies at any time, so he was happy that someone decided to take him up on the offer.
Another few very pleasant minutes passed before the talented tongue seemed to abandon Drew's ass. He was disappointed, but appreciated the fact that he had such pleasure at all.
Just as he had finished formulating that thought, he felt something blunter than a tongue running around the rim of his still-open anus. He smiled with his eyes remaining closed and enjoyed the feeling of a slippery cockhead teasing his ring. Drew rotated his hips ever so slightly to demonstrate his appreciation of his lover's assured movements.
The penis disappeared after a few moments. Drew allowed his anus to close, but then opened it even further in a gesture of welcome for a return visit.
He heard a man sigh, "beautiful," behind him. Drew repeated the gesture. He didn't have to wait long for contact, but it was a finger, not a penis.
The wet finger traced around the open ring. Drew grunted from the effort it took not to clamp down. He felt the fingertip tap on one side of his ring. He couldn't stop his anus from snapping shut, but he opened again, demonstrating his literal openness to anything his partner wanted to do.
The finger tapped again, and once again Drew couldn't prevent a momentary closing of the stargate. His partner laughed at Drew's frustration. After three more repetitions, Drew was finally able to absorb the sensation and overcome the instinct to close himself.
The fingertip then went to the center of his ass, with just a quarter of an inch entering. The fingertip twitched, causing Drew to moan again in the effort he expended to open himself to his lover's actions.
The twitching finger entered several more times. Drew was proud of himself that he was communicating his submission to his partner's desires.
The fingertip entered yet again, but it was still this time. Several quiet moments passed before Drew felt another contact. It took only milliseconds for Drew to realize that the anonymous man was lightly pinching the ass lip with his thumb and index finger.
Drew growled as he fought to allow his partner to have his fun with no resistance. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the frustration he felt that he might be letting down his unknown friend by making him think that there would be limits to what he was permitted to do with Drew's body.
Once again, he heard a chuckle from behind him. He was abandoned for several eternal seconds. It appeared that the man used freshly lubricated fingers on his other hand to pinch his ass lip on the other side. The pressure was slightly more than a tickle, but this time the thumb rubbed up and down the outside of the anal ring.
The torture was beautiful. His partner must have known that no ordinary man could remain so passive with such stimulation. The anal pinching repeated five or six more times.
"Thank you," Drew groan whispered. He finally mastered keeping his anus relaxed during such overwhelming sensations.
"Amazing," came the whispered response.
He was left empty and yawning again, aching to be touched.
Nothing.
Drew winked his anus at his unknown lover. He heard a small chuckle in response, but still felt nothing.
Fingertips began to run up and down the backs of his thighs, occasionally grazing his inner thighs. It felt nice, but he wanted more. As the fingers continued grazing, they traversed further up to the miraculous mounds that are Drew's glutes.
Fingertips wandered all around the natural wonders and up Drew's back. It still felt nice, but he still wanted more. And yet, he wanted nothing as much as to please his partner.
A few more minutes light caressing had Drew questioning whether his poor unwanted anus would ever be touched again. He yearned for the penis to make contact again.
Finally, he felt the blessing of a penis touching him!
It circled a few times before making a small push to enter. Drew waited for the corona to clear his anus before he wrapped it in a firm embrace and pulled it into himself.
Life was good again.
The gasp and moans he heard told him he was pleasing his partner. He and his lover sighed simultaneously. Drew had memorized the feeling of most of the penises he had the pleasure of receiving inside himself whether in his mouth or his ass. This penis was unfamiliar. He realized that the visiting cock was now the only part of his lover that was touching him. The man had to be someone who realized that he could float free at Warren Hill if he desired.
For the second time this morning, Drew forced himself to stop thinking about who was invading his ass and just enjoyed the sensation. He also used his rectal muscles to massage the appendage of the thoughtful man giving him a wake-up fuck.
He slowly rose up further on his knees to give his lover even better access while keeping his upper body quieted on his son's shoulder. He didn't know that Bunny had woken up and was smiling at his unseen lover in the predawn light.
Within a few minutes, Drew's cock was hard and dripping Cowper's fluid onto his son's hip. Bunny reached down to scoop some up, gently painting his father's lips with it. Drew opened his eyes as Bunny leaned in for a good-morning kiss. Drew tried to read Bunny's face for a clue as to who was in the room with them, but Bunny was inscrutable.
The unknown fucker had his hands on Drew's hips now, and encouraged him to rise up off the bed. As soon as they had cleared the bed, Bunny turned around so that he and his father could sixty-nine each other.
It was the best way to start a new day. As Drew kissed Bunny's cock head, he wished only that his beloved fifteen-year-old son also had another lover to tend to his ass.
Bunny mirrored Drew's unhurried worship of his cock, and the relaxed pace extended to Drew's fucker. He retained a steady pace punctuated only by occasional sighs and moans of pleasure. He varied his angle and twisted from time to time to surprise Drew and excite a new spot within him. Drew returned the favor by massaging the welcomed intruder as best he knew how.
It suddenly dawned on Drew that his tongue had further to travel to get from the root to the tip of his son's penis than it had when they fell asleep, perhaps an inch more. He knew immediately that his own penis was now two inches longer, so both Tarnow men had eleven throbbing inches with which to love each other. Drew opened his mind to Bunny so they could jointly offer thanks for yet another unrequested blessing from Tuer Shen.
The three men remained in quiet rapture for another few minutes. Drew had closed his eyes again, but they opened when he sensed another presence. Bunny's eleven-inch prod was fully embedded in Drew's throat, and Drew's nose was pressed against his son's hairless scrotum.
He saw the tip of a dark brown penis bump against Bunny's anus, with a hand pulling back the generous foreskin. Drew reached his hands around the man's hips to pull him into Bunny's most-prized ass. When the man sighed, "Oh yes," Drew recognized the voice as Jaleel Hawkins, one of the morning footmen and husband of Marcus Beck.
Could it be Marcus who was fucking into Drew's ass? No. He had been fucked by Marcus often enough that he would have recognized the feel of his dick and tongue.
Drew quieted his mind yet again and enjoyed his own pleasure as well as that of his son as the two shared everything except Bunny's knowledge of who was fucking Drew.
Jaleel's abs and Adonis Belt were enviable creations as they flexed with each thrust into Bunny. Drew's hands wandered over the smooth dark brown skin, tickling his belly button, then proceeding around his hips, enormous thighs, and onto Bunny's spectacular ass. His fingers were getting almost as much pleasure as his ass, dick, and mouth.
After several more minutes, the four men wordlessly agreed to bring the session to its climax so that they may all start their day. Even their climax was unhurried. It blossomed rath than exploded. But it was immensely satisfying for all four men during the five minutes that it lasted. Drew thought that Bunny's cum tasted better and better with each of the dozen mouthfuls he swallowed. He willed himself to share that pleasure with all the men, even the still-unknown one unloading in his rectum.
They slowly untangled themselves. Drew kissed Bunny's balls while he waited for Jaleel's cock to become free. Once it cleared Bunny's ring, Drew took it into his mouth to savor both Jaleel's cum and the essence of Bunny's ass. The combination was intoxicating.
Drew felt a tongue enter his ass but knew it wasn't the same one as before. It withdrew, and Marcus Beck's voice bid them all a good morning before he returned to lapping at Drew's ass for a few minutes, retrieving some of the cum deposited therein.
"Whose cum is this?" Marcus asked.
Both Jaleel and Bunny shrugged, not willing to give Drew the satisfaction of knowing who fucked him. Marcus didn't seem to mind not knowing the source of his breakfast.
When Drew had finished getting all the flavor off Jaleel's penis, he floated up higher into the room and into a vertical position. He was just in time to see Carl Swann, the grooming valet, along with his nephew Tim, and their fiance Marcus Robinson.
After a round of tongue-filled good morning kisses, Drew asked Marcus, "Where are your other two fiances? Did you wear them out already?"
Marcus laughed. "Well, I think I may have worn out Russ (Tim's dad). He came inside me three times last night. And yet he claims that Tim is the one with the insatiable sexual appetite. But Mitch left a couple of hours ago to get to the airport. He should be landing in La Jolla in another three hours."
Tim chimed in while still embracing his friend Bunny. "Uncle Mitch took a couple of our agents and Bruiser on our jet to meet up with the team they hired in California to check out Sky's situation."
"Oh." Drew was surprised that the plan to check out assistant chef Parker Matthew's boyfriend, Skyler Bleue, was already in motion. He was also surprised to find out that they had a jet.
Marcus Robinson, Hulstlander Academy's assistant wrestling coach, and Tim, Mitch, Russ, and Carl Swann's fiance, came over to greet Drew and Bunny. They both gave him enthusiastic kisses, graciously giving and receiving each other's tongues. Drew moaned in pleasure at kissing the beautiful fireplug whose black skin seemed almost painted over his sharply-defined muscles.
Drew smiled into shimmering brown eyes while tightly embracing the twenty-nine-year-old. "Did you enjoy your first night in your new home, my love? You'll make sure to tell Obasi if you need anything. He will order whatever furnishings you want. Don't be shy."
"Everything was perfect, Drew. Truly. I just hope that I have enough energy for four husbands, everyone else at Warren Hill, and all my students at Hulstlander."
Drew laughed. "I think that you will find the longer you live here, the more energy you will have. We are all stronger and fitter than we were when we arrived."
Carl came around behind Drew and began sniffing his long blond hair. "You have more cum in your hair than usual this morning. You should have let me stay last night to tie you up." He took another sniff. "I don't recognize the scent of some of this cum."
Drew turned and kissed Carl. "You are anxious to tie me up, are you? I'm sure you'll get your chance at some point. As for the cum in my hair, I don't know who fucked me this morning. Bunny and Jaleel won't tell me."
Carl laughed. "Well, a little mystery in life is a good thing. Are you going to join Bunny and Tim in the gym, or do you want me to start washing all the ugly off you now?"
Drew kissed Carl once again. "I think I'll get my workout in now if the kids don't mind. I'll be at the office today until at least five. Do we know if Mike is here already?"
Tim turned toward Drew. "I saw him going down to the gym as we were entering the house."
Mike Mitchell is Warren Hill's resident athletic trainer for the staff as well as the residents. He was a classmate of Bruno di Napoli and Jackson Dries in high school in Pennsylvania, and he was a standout wide receiver on the Cool Springs High School football team. Mike's dad was an oral surgeon on whom a fourteen-year-old Drew had a major crush.
Mike was tall, lean, and fast in high school, traits he has maintained now in his thirty-third year. Drew was surprised that Mike had never joined Bruiser and Jackson in their marriage: the three of them were always together in high school, including in bed.
But Mike seemed to drift away from the couple when the two of them went to college in Philadelphia: Bruiser to the University of Pennsylvania and Jackson to the Curtis Institute of Music, while Mike went to Texas.
Drew had emailed Mike from time to time while Mike was studying athletic training at the University of Texas at Austin, but they had lost touch. When Bruiser took the job as Estate Manager for Warren Hill, recruiting Mike was one of the few conditions he demanded from the Leveret Foundation. He wasn't at all sure Mike would want the job.
It turned out that Mike was thrilled Bruiser even remembered who he was. He was reasonably happy working as an athletic trainer and part-time instructor at a small midwestern college, but Mike missed the feeling of being connected to a close group of friends. Perhaps he would be able to reestablish that at Warren Hill.
***
Carl had quickly tied up Drew's hair into a top bun to keep it out of the way during his workout. Much of his hair was matted together with dried, crusty cum. Carl imagined how Drew's head would smell once he started sweating and mixed his own aroma with that of the reactivated cum. He got a full erection. Carl often walked around with a full-blown erection, so few people paid it much notice.
The group left the master bedroom and made a stop in the kitchen to drink a small pre-workout shake left in the refrigerator by Giacomo, the head chef and nutritionist.
They made their way into the stair hall, where Drew took a large emerald out of the bowl on the righthand altar table and placed it in the golden trough as an offering of thanks for his anonymous lover. He heard his son snickering into his head.
They opened the glass door to the left of the portrait to go downstairs to the gym. They were in no hurry since they had been admonished by both Giacomo and Mike to wait fifteen minutes after drinking their shakes before they started stretching or working out so that they would have all the energy their muscles would need at the ready.
They arrived at the bottom of the stairs into a hall of the same dimensions as the stair hall above. It was mostly an unfurnished hall: a single grouping of chairs embraced by the C shape of the staircase, and several display units along the walls. It seemed brighter than a windowless room should, in part, because the twelve-foot-high ceiling was mirrored, so it reflected light from the hanging fixtures.
Across the hall was a doorway into the lower kitchen, which, conveniently, was immediately underneath the kitchen on the first floor, allowing two large dumbwaiters to move goods from one level to the next. The lower kitchen flowed into the scullery area and several food, china, and cookware storage rooms for items that weren't in everyday use, as well as walk-in freezers and refrigerators, chilled pantries, and larders.
Through a doorway to the right, underneath the entry hall, and running under the games rooms and beneath the garage, was a suite of staff break rooms and offices for Stratfield the butler, Rhys-Bowman, the under butler, chef Giacomo and his assistants, Obasi Ekwensi, the House Steward, and Mitch Swann and his security team.
To the left was the Lower Cross Hall. Directly across, under the master bedroom suite's closet and bathroom, was a vestibule lined with lavatories and closets, beyond that, under the master bedroom, was a large lounge with doorways open to hallways that traveled underground along either side of the pool, all the way back to the sports lounge under the party stack.
If one turned left in the Lower Cross Hall, one would come upon craft rooms for arts and crafts playtime or gift wrapping, utility rooms, laundry facilities, and various storage rooms and vaults.
Drew led the group into the Lower Cross Hall but turned right into another hall that served as the vestibule to the gym's changing area. Like most of the rest of the house, the changing room had no doors, only open doorways punched through the eighteen-inch-thick concrete walls that supported the house above. Since most people wandered nude throughout the house, there wasn't much need for modesty.
There also wasn't much need for "changing." Rather than lockers, the triangular room held large cubbies on its three walls where people could place or retrieve footwear, pads, braces, weight belts, or other gear they might need to get through a workout.
The room was roughly triangular, but not exactly. One point was truncated by a doorway to the shower room, and another point was truncated by stairs that led up to the loggia outside Drew and Bunny's room, which Tim had seen Mike descending earlier. A hallway extending from the center of the hypotenuse wall of the changing room led to lavatories on one side, and the dry sauna on the other. Beyond that were the glass-walled rooms that contained the hot tub on the right and a cold plunge pool on the left. The end of the hall between the two was a cooling-off area with two large chaise lounges under a slowly-turning wicker ceiling fan.
Winston Stratfield, Warren Hill's sixty-year-old butler, lay naked and sprawled out on the one lounger, glistening with sweat. He didn't hear the group coming into the changing room about forty feet down the hall as he half dozed after his rigorous morning workout.
Two doorways on the third wall opened to the largest of the four exercise rooms in the gym. It was about forty-eight feet square, but one corner was cut off by the common wall with the lower kitchen since the gym was under the wing of the house that was swept back forty-five degrees.
The main room, which was under the family reception room, held an assortment of free weights, weight benches, leg, back, and chest machines, rowing machines, universal gyms, punching bags, as well as treadmills, elliptical, and step machines.
The next room, which was under the large front porch, was a seventy-foot-long, twelve-foot-wide corridor with padded walls where one could push, flip, and pull large tires, do arm exercises with heavy ropes, or practice tumbling runs or dives into the foam pit at the far end. Tim had taken to practicing his twisting, turning dives into the safety of the foam.
An aerobics-yoga studio was under the side porch of the family reception room. The twenty-by-fifty-six-foot room held exercise balls, yoga mats, step boxes, and dozens of stretchy exercise bands.
An identically-proportioned room beyond that was a dance studio. Its only furnishing was a ballet barre affixed to the floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered the long wall.
Drew remembered that today was going to be chest and back day. He grabbed his elastic elbow braces from his cubby.
They wandered into the main workout room and saw Mike Mitchell overseeing the workouts of Edgar Thompson, Warren Hill's Land Steward, and three of his crew. All of the men were naked, save the sporadic knee or ankle brace.
Obasi Ekwensi's job as House Steward meant he oversaw the running of the house, party stack, pool, the lounges and pavilions around the athletic courts and fields, as well as the guest houses. His counterpart was Edgar "Eddie" Thompson, whose position as Land Steward put him in charge of all the acreage, whether cultivated or wooded, including the kitchen gardens and greenhouses, roadways, outbuildings, lawns, playing fields, running paths, meadows, and ponds.
Drew stopped to drink in the view of Mike as he felt his mouth watering, and his ass twitching with desire. He had barely gotten a chance to spend time with him since moving into Warren Hill. Mike had moved in only a few days ago himself, so he was still getting used to life at Warren Hill.
While Mike played wide receiver on the high school football team, he was also a runner. His six-foot-one-inch lean yet powerful frame lent itself to being an all-around track and field athlete. He also played volleyball in college. There was hardly an athletic activity that he didn't enjoy, even if he didn't excel at it.
He was turned three-quarters away from Drew, whose eyes couldn't decide where to land on Mike's body. All of him was his favorite part. His physique was perfectly balanced, and his lightly-tanned skin was tantalizing. He was congratulating Edgar on a great leg day as Eddie tried one last repetition on the thigh machine.
A young member of the grounds staff was being supremely helpful by holding Eddie's balls out of the way so they wouldn't get crushed by his strong thighs. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it.
Drew approached Mike from behind, wrapped his arms around him, and spoke softly into his right ear, "Have I told you how happy I am that you agreed to work here, my love? Have I told you how much I've missed you? Have I told you how much I love you?"
Mike rolled his head back onto Drew's shoulder and smiled while rubbing his ass on Drew's crotch. His perfect smile was all-natural, not a consequence of his father being an oral surgeon. His medium blond hair was shaved to a number one on the sides and back but left seven inches long on top so that it could be styled or left to flop around without getting in the way. Today it was sloppy and hanging every which way.
Drew sniffed Mike's neck, appreciating his clean scent, then he snaked his long tongue into Mike's ear, causing the trainer to gurgle with delight. Drew was suddenly filled with regret that he allowed Mike to slip out of his life.
He kissed Mike once more, then addressed Tim, Marcus, Carl, Bunny, Edgar, and the three other guys. "Gentlemen, most of you are just getting to know Mike. I had the pleasure of falling in love with him when I was fourteen.
"I want to say to you, Michael Mitchell, in front of these men, that I treated you unfairly by letting you slip out of my life. You are one of the kindest, gentlest, most handsome, and funniest men I have ever known. I should have fought to keep our love. You are worth it. You have always been worth it."
Mike looked shocked. "Drew, you didn't do anything wrong. We grew up and followed different paths. That's what happens when children become adults. I'm just thrilled that our paths have merged once again."
Drew kissed Mike hard on the mouth. The two naked, dirty blond men grappled each other as they bludgeoned each other's tongues for several minutes. Drew panted as he pulled his face away from Mike's, surprised to find himself crying. "Please make love to me, Mike."
Mike smiled at Drew, but it was a sly smile. "Again?"
"What do you mean by `again?'"
Mike laughed, "I played with your man hole, ate out your ass, and made love to you for almost an hour this morning. How much more do you want from me?"
Drew covered his mouth with a hand. "That was you? I'm so sorry!"
Mike looked confused. "Why are you sorry now, you goober? You need to stop apologizing. If you are being a lazy shit and trying to get out of chest day, it's not going to work."
The other men laughed. Drew got onto his knees and began kissing Mike's penis and cradling it as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. "It's been so long since this beautiful penis has been inside me, that I didn't even recognize it. What kind of man does that make me?"
Mike stroked Drew's head for a few moments, then pulled him up by his underarms. He held Drew's face in his hands. "You're a big-ass drama queen kind of a man, Drew. Queen Drew.
"Here's what we're going to do," Mike continued. "First, you're going to stop crying and all this histrionics. There's no crying in my gym. Then you're going to go into the yoga studio so we can do some warmup stretches. Then we're going to work your chest and back as if your life depends on it. Then, finally, when you're sweaty, exhausted, and near collapse, we're going to one of the chaise lounges in the cooldown area, and I'm going to fuck you into tomorrow. If you're a really good boy, I'll allow Bunny to help me double fuck you. But, you're going to have to earn it."
Drew smiled and hugged Mike again. "I love you!"
"I know, " Mike chuckled.
"I'm going to do the best workout you've ever seen," Drew said, stroking Mike's shoulders and arms. "Then, you're going to fuck my ass as if you've been plugged into a nuclear reactor, and you're not going to stop until one or both of us passes out."
Mike put out his right hand. "Deal."
With their arrangements set, Mike shooed the group into the yoga and aerobics studio for some stretching. Mike believed that stretching should be constant tension rather than constant motion, sort of like yoga. Therefore he had the guys take a position and hold it for at least ninety seconds until the muscle fibers released and the tendons relaxed.
After fifteen minutes of stretching, all of the men were already working up a sweat. But, before they got to the actual workout, they still had fifteen minutes on a treadmill or elliptical machine to get their heart rates elevated.
Drew felt invigorated looking at Tim, Marcus, Bunny, and Carl covered in sweat. Mike had decided to join in the aerobic warmup, so he was glistening too. Drew was going to earn a power fuck from Mike Mitchell if it was the last thing he did.
Mike guided all the guys through their upper body circuit with gentle firmness. Nobody was going to do less than they were capable under his watch, but nobody was going to get injured or discouraged either.
Drew didn't need any cajoling. He worked every muscle to failure. Two of the groundskeepers spotted him, and they had to catch free weights several times before they came crashing down on Drew as his muscles gave out.
The quivering, burning sting that he felt gave him the impetus to try even harder. Mike shook his head and laughed to himself. This was the Drewski he remembered from high school. For as much as he changed physically, he still had his stubborn determination. He would run full speed to the edge of a cliff to get what he wanted.
The entire group seemed to overperform in this morning's workout. When they had finished after about an hour, Mike surveyed the results: pecs were pumped to the extreme in most of the guys, with hard nipples standing proud. Even Tim, who had the slenderest build of them all, showed more definition in his chest and lats. His shoulders looked extra mounded too.
Everyone was too exhausted to have any kind of erection except for Drew. This entire session was a two-thousand-calorie round of foreplay for him. His penis stood straight up eleven angry inches with throbbing veins and retracted foreskin, dabbing precum two inches above his navel.
Mike likes to document people's progress to better fitness, so he suggested that today would be a good day to take photos of the men's results, and all were willing.
He had his ninety-six megapixel Sony ά 9 IV camera at the ready and began snapping dozens of frames of each guy. The extreme resolution of the camera captured every pore and droplet of sweat even when he wasn't zoomed in.
Mike's experience and love of photography showed in how he knew precisely what angles to use, and how to position the men so the light would fall on them to show the topography of their muscles. Drew wondered if Mike might enjoy volunteering with Lenny Putnam, Hulstlander Upper School's photography teacher.
Mike finished photographing the others and turned his attention to Drew, who had lost none of his pump or erection.
Drew told Mike to take pictures of how his workout affected his penis as well as his chest and back. Mike laughed yet again at how much Drew hadn't changed since high school. But he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to photo-document the massive yet gorgeous penis.
He took several photos at various angles, then switched to 8k video mode and zoomed in to the exposed cock tip in time to see a large drop of precum emerge from Drew's wide slit. Mike's steady hands, combined with the sophisticated image stabilization of the camera gave a crystal clear view of the precious fluid. It sat on the inflamed cock head for a few moments, coruscating in the bright lights of the workout room before the drop's mass overcame its surface tension, and it melted into a trickle.
Mike slowly zoomed out as Drew self-lubricated until he had Drew's entire phallus and scrotum in frame. The camera picked up the pulsing of the veins as they danced around the five-and-one-half-inch circumference of Drew's penis. In less than a minute, Mike had met the limit of his patience. He shut down the camera and put it aside.
Drew knew the look in Mike's eyes. He took him by the hand to lead him upstairs. If there was to be spectacular lovemaking, Drew wanted it to be in the stair hall before Tuer Shen's shrine and the center of the house where everyone could witness it.
Bunny asked about going into the sauna for their traditional post-exercise relaxation.
"Not today, sweet baby," Drew said over his shoulder to his son. The guys quickly discarded their braces in the changing room as they recessed through it. Edgar, the Land Steward, and Peter Wright, the groundskeeper who wasn't spotting for Drew, came into the room from the shower room.
"Join us, please," Drew beckoned them as he led Mike out of the changing room.
As they went through the lower stair hall, they came across two teenage kitchen assistants who would be cleaning up the china, crystal, silverware, and cookware from last night's six-course meal.
They were both cute, but their fronts were covered by heavy aprons to shield them from the very hot water the conveyor dish and glassware washers utilized. They nodded and smiled as they passed. Their apron strings performed an entertaining dance on their sweet naked butts as they walked away.
Drew led Mike and the entourage upstairs into the stair hall, where he began a hungry but loved-filled makeout session with Mike. Mike was fine with being nude, but he was still getting used to the casual attitude everyone had about public sexual activity.
***
Bunny, Tim, Carl, Marcus, Edgar, along with the three groundskeepers, Peter, Tyler, and Isaiah, and five other staff members who were eating breakfast in the kitchen, formed a circle around the couple as they reacquainted themselves with each other after half their lives (and an hour) apart.
Even though Drew had worked himself to exhaustion in his quest to earn a hard fucking from Mike, he was sure he had plenty of energy for whatever Mike could deliver. He stood before his long-lost friend and offered himself for examination. His chest was pumped further than it had ever been, and his nipples were as erect as they had ever been even more so than when he endured some fun nipple torture at Primrose Farm Bed & Breakfast on the way down from Pennsylvania.
Drew held his palms out slightly. His eleven-inch cock was now drooling a constant stream of precum at the thought of Mike's lovemaking. Mike smiled at his friend, amazed at how much his body had matured, and how much of a sexy beast he was, yet completely willing to be submissive to a lover.
Mike twirled his index finger at Drew, who turned immediately to allow his back to be ogled. He flexed his glutes to give Mike a reminder of the control he had over his muscles. Mike had a taste of that this morning, but Drew was determined to take it to another level. He knew Tuer Shen would give him whatever assistance he needed to bring pleasure and joy to Mike.
A low growl emanated from Mike as he drank in Drew's pumped muscles. He couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer, nor did Drew want him to. He kneaded and rubbed those powerful glutes with unbridled eagerness, then slid up Drew's back, feeling each vibrating muscle.
After rubbing Drew's shoulders, Mike ran his hands down Drew's flanks and then around to find those hard nipples. Mike soon learned that those nubs were control knobs for Drew. Every flick, twist, and pinch caused a sharp intake of breath and a fresh expulsion of precum. Each pectoral jumped as its control knob was operated by the skilled technician.
The master of Warren Hill forced his eyes open and looked directly at each of the thirteen men standing around him and Mike. He invited Bunny into his mind to share the excitement that his son feels when he is performing a sex act in front of an audience. Drew never minded observers, but he never craved them either. Now he understood better the thrill of submitting to the lust-filled gazes of the observers as well as the touches of his lover.
It was probably not the best time to try to discern whether his thrill came more from having the men see his own pleasure, or from having them see how he was willing to do absolutely anything and to be used in any way to bring pleasure to his partner.
Mike stood behind Drew, wrapping his strong arms around the massive arms of his friend, and rubbing his growing penis into Drew's cleavage. A double-barrel hard twist of his nibs and a growling bite of his ear brought a loud groan and an actual spurt of precum from Drew. On a normal man, it might have been enough to be equivalent to a cum shot, but for Drew, it was just part of the warm-up act.
"You are a giant orgasm wrapped in muscle and skin, aren't you, Drewski," Mike said loud enough for all to hear. He used Drew's nickname given him by Bruiser when they were in high school. "Is there any part of this man's body that is not an erogenous zone," Mike wondered aloud.
"Do anything you want, Mike. Anything at all. I am here for your pleasure as long as you want me. If I pass out first, just keep going. I won't be satisfied until you're incapable of producing even one more drop of seminal fluid."
Drew put his hands on top of his head and widened his stance to offer every bit of his body to his friend. "If you want, Mike, you can tie me to the post in our bedroom. Put me in any position you desire and leave me there for a few hours. I'll be fine. Hell, I'll be ecstatic."
Mike chuckled. "I don't think that will be necessary. You're not going anywhere, are you, Drewski?" Mike scratched his short fingernails up and down Drew's sides several times, from his hips, up his ribs, into his armpits, and up his triceps. Drew had to use every ounce of willpower to refrain from recoiling. The effort cause a fresh spurt of precum to land on his Adam's apple and start trickling down his clavicle to his sternum.
"Bloody fucking hell!" Betty's Marcus yelled out as his own ten-inch cock erupted in a handsfree ejaculation. He was unused to such sensuality. If this was his new normal, it would take some getting used to. Tim quickly jumped in front of Marcus and shoved his fiance's exploding black penis into his ass. No use letting it go to waste.
Drew smiled at the thought that Marcus would get off by watching his body being used by Mike. His smile was cut short by the feeling of Mike shoving the entirety of his sweat and precum-lubed cock up Drew's ass.
The ecstasy was instantaneous. Drew lifted up his feet and floated in front of Mike as his friend began to slam fuck him for all he was worth. It was exactly what Drew was hoping for. His arms and legs spread out to show Mike how much he wanted to be dominated by him.
Mike spun Drew around the world a few times, then stopped him so that he was floating on his back. They locked eyes in lustful almost crazed fury. Drew had rarely seen such a look in anyone's eyes and knew it was a gift from Tuer Shen. He tried to intuit what he should do to prolong that feeling of sexual dominance for his friend.
Tuer Shen and Bunny simultaneously told Drew to bring Mike along to the Garden of the Western Wind. The gentle warm breeze wafting through the stair hall told everyone what was happening. Even though it would be Mike's first visit, it was going to be a completely immersive experience.
Within seconds Drew could feel Bunny inside Mike's head trying to orient him to his first experience of mystical sexual pleasure. Drew also shared with Mike some of what he was feeling, and Mike began to understand that he wasn't using Drew so much as fulfilling him. It made the athletic trainer all the more enthusiastic in performing his savage pounding as an act of love.
Drew had perhaps twenty-five pounds more mass than Mike, but he allowed Mike to ram him and throw him around as if he were a small kettlebell. All the while, Drew managed to keep enough presence of mind to be able to use his rectal muscles to massages the welcome invader. Mike grabbed Drew's tits and ruthlessly pulled Drew into his pubic bone.
Mike was shocked when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his own nipples. He twisted Drew's right nipple and felt his own right nipple send pulses of could it be ecstasy throughout his body. Mike had never been one whose nipples were remote controls for his cock, but, as soon as he pulled both Drew's nipples again, he started firing into Drew's ass.
Drew also began his orgasm. Tuer Shen knew that Drew didn't want a long, lazy orgasm like before, so the two of them began to fire every few seconds. But they kept going and going. Mike was too overwhelmed by his own and Drew's sensations to notice how much they were both ejaculating until he noticed that Drew had covered every square inch of his face and chest with his ejaculate. Mike's hands and arms were dripping with so much cum that Mike lost his grip on the tortured nipples.
Mike looked around to see who else was cumming on them: there was too much to have been produced only by Drew. No one man could make that much cum and yet still be cumming. But there was nobody close enough.
Both men felt a sense of loss of the exquisite pain as Mike's fingers slipped off Drew's nipples. He grabbed Drew by the hips once more and kept pummeling him. Some of his cum would spatter on both of them every time he bottomed out in Drew's ass. There was no room for more, but Mike kept pumping more and more, not yet realizing that he was producing an equal amount of cum to his partner.
Drew had rarely felt so fulfilled by a sexual encounter. He was beyond happy that it was being witnessed by thirteen of his friends, each one of whom was also in the throes of orgasm by this point. But Drew knew that no sexual encounter would be as good as it could be unless his son was part of it.
He telepathically begged Bunny to join Mike in the assault on his ass. Mike was surprised that he could overhear their silent conversation, too, but he had to store that to examine it later when his mind was in a less frenetic state.
Bunny floated underneath his father, shooting cum on his back as he approached. He spread his legs in a wide side split, placed his hands over Mike's on his dad's hips, and pushed his large penis through his dad's spasming anus and into his wonderful rectum. Bunny's orgasm jumped to another echelon as soon as his penis touched his dad's ring. He shared his orgasm with Mike.
Drew had joked that Mike should fuck him as if he were plugged into a nuclear reactor, but the strength of the combined orgasm was suddenly elevated exponentially. Mike felt himself immersed in a white-hot sphere of sexual fusion plasma. Bunny was ejaculating twice as much as Mike, so now three times as much cum was being aerosolized with each of their opposing thrusts. Each droplet that landed on all fifteen ejaculating men carried with it Tuer Shen's blessings in guises personalized for each man.
Mike thought it couldn't get any better than feeling his cock caressed by Drew's ass, but the feeling of sliding his dick along Bunny's inside Drew's ass was almost too much to fathom. He wanted to do this forever. And yet he had an even stronger desire to have his friends experience the joy of which he was partaking.
Mike reached out and grabbed the hand that was closest. Tyler Leland, one of the groundskeepers, looked at Mike with wide green eyes. His eighteen-year-old baseball-honed body was already liberally coated with life-enhancing cum, and his own eight-inch penis was firing ejaculate onto his tight but smooth torso. He raised his right hand to wipe cum out of his eye and shot himself in the armpit with a glob of cum that clung to the sparse light brown hair growing there.
"Get in here, Ty, you have got to feel how good this ass is. Fuck it like you mean it, bro," Mike encouraged. He slapped Ty's hard ass, which he developed sprinting away from home plate after the hundreds of times his bat connected with the ball during his standout high school career.
Ty's beautiful body was well-proportioned and not particularly bulky, except for his ass and his biceps. His tight, tanned skin was flawless. He had light brown hair under his arms , a sparse tuft between his pecs, and a well-tended bush above his penis but was otherwise hairless. He had his arms, legs, back, and ass waxed but shaved his penis and balls.
He had thin but pleasant lips, and a moderately-sized, but slightly fleshy nose that looked like it wanted to be nibbled on.
He looked like the kind of guy that starts every sentence with, "Dude." But he took his studies seriously enough, and he hoped to get a walk-on spot on the Clemson baseball team, where he planned to attend next year as a horticulture major, after taking a year off to earn some money and gain life experience. Warren Hill would give him plenty of both.
Ty pushed his moderately wide cock into Drew's welcoming hole even as Bunny kept pounding his father. It didn't take him long coordinate with Bunny to set up opposing rhythms. Ty had had a lot of sex in his life almost daily with his dad, two older brothers, his baseball and wrestling coaches, and various teachers since he was twelve but he had never felt anything like what he was feeling now.
Somehow Drew's ass felt tight and cozy around his cock even though it was burbling with overflowing cum like a spring in April. He felt not only Bunny's dick pulsing out cum, but also the throbbing of his veins in his massive and magical phallus. Their pulses seemed to synchronize as their ejaculations had already done. Tyler was unaware that it was intentional on Bunny's part as a way of welcoming this new partner into the sexual union.
Bunny and Drew wrapped Ty into the Garden and their orgasm. It was a bewildering experience for the teen, but, somehow, it also felt as if he were precisely where he belonged.
Ty turned on his gluteal turbo thrusters and got to work pounding Drew's hole. Even after fifteen minutes, Drew was still shooting so hard that most of his cum shots went over his head.
Ty's brutal fucking betrayed his sweet nature. The Tarnow men were happy to receive his thanks for inviting him into their lovemaking. "I feel as if I am home, guys. Is that weird," the young groundskeeper asked.
With that, Tuer Shen himself began contributing his ejaculate, intensifying the feelings of wellbeing and happiness in all the men. They all felt at home, comfortable, and loved in this strange other-worldly place.
Both Bunny and Drew insisted that Ty should make himself at home with either of their bodies any time he had the opportunity. The three men shared expressions of love as the orgasm continued unabated. But, as Mike had done before him, Ty's generous and sweet nature compelled him to invite another man into the lovemaking.
Drew's anus ached with delight as thirteen penises took their turn alongside his son's inside him. Each man was a delight to be with. Each dick was smaller than Bunny's. Neither Drew nor Bunny had been with Edgar whose cock was only a half-inch smaller than the Tarnows' or any of his groundskeepers before. They chastised themselves for such a dreadful oversight.
As Drew was preparing himself to end his hour-long orgasm after Carl took the last slot in his hole, Obasi happened upon the scene.
"Please, my sweet man, join me," whimpered a deliriously exhausted Drew.
Obasi's full lips broke into a smile as he floated up to run his large onyx hand through the puddle of cum rippling on Drew's torso. He felt the familiar yet indescribable electric park run through him as soon as he touched the father-son lovers. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the need to coat his face in the magical ejaculate. He rubbed his face all over Drew's chest, belly, and lower abdomen, taking several jetting cum shots directly on his smiling face. He nuzzled the eleven-inch penis and felt the power of its continued ejaculations pulsing through the beautiful organ.
Carl, Tim, and Betty's Marcus descended on Oba's genitals to bring his thirteen-inch wonder wand to life. Tim and Marcus shared duty on the remarkable penis while Carl saw to Oba's balls, perineum, and hole.
The three fiances remained attached to the three lovers however they could as Obasi joined Bunny inside Drew. All six men sparkled and thrummed. The other ten approached without thinking, desirous of rejoining the powerful cosmic connection with caresses and embraces.
They became like an iridescent sphere of sardines floating in the stair hall, constantly moving around each other, protecting and caring for each other, but never losing a member. Sixteen men shared love and joy under the gaze of their cherished Rabbit God.
Bunny had a flash of an image that, instead of sixteen selfless, loving men sharing each other, there were sixteen million forming their own cosmic satellite of love. A layer of plasma surrounded them glowing like the Aurora Borealis.
While all the men opened themselves up to the others, Bunny and Drew still had the most complete connection of any of them, seconded only by the connection Obasi formed with every expulsion into Drew's overflowing rectum.
In Drew's delirium, he half formed a thought that Bunny read: maybe we should marry Obasi and Mike? Drew wasn't even aware that it had crossed his mind, but Bunny read his father's desire.
He decided that he would wait until his father broached the subject on his own, assuming that he could shield his father from discovering the fact that Bunny knew what he almost thought.
The floating ball of energy had one last powerful ejaculation, then everything became serene. The slimy sixteen slowly disentangled, each wondering if they had actually experienced what they thought they did, or if it was a shared hallucination.
Each one of them was completely glazed with cum, which they felt penetrating them with power, energy, love, youth, and vitality.
***
Drew watched Obasi drift away from him, pulling his glorious penis out of Drew's lovingly-abused rectum, feeling like an empty yawning void, if one could feel empty with an eleven-inch fat penis still inside. Drew smiled as he noticed that each of Oba's dozens of thin yard-long braids was white with cum.
One by one, the men alighted on the black terrazzo floor of the stair hall. Within the blink of an eye, all the slippery cum that had cascaded off their bodies so freely had disappeared from the floor, but it continued to coat and nourish the lovers.
Bunny reluctantly withdrew from his adored father's revered hole. As much as Drew had struggled before to keep his rectum open, he was now struggling to snap it shut so that he might retain and absorb the loving power from the hundreds of cum shots offered by this morning's fifteen lovers.
Oba was the last one to land, planting his feet a few inches in front of Drew and Bunny, who were holding each other around the waist. He smiled at his lovers, each mesmerized by the living iridescence of their cum glaze.
They smiled at each other as Obasi stood silently before them.
He stared at them, motionless.
They stared back questioningly.
He shifted his weight slightly.
Drew and Bunny continued to stare.
Oba just stood still on both his feet, waiting.
Both feet.
Oba had two feet!
His own feet. No prosthetic. No stump.
Without a word, Drew and Bunny fell to the floor and kissed his feet, drawing the attention of the other men. The miraculous restoration of Oba's missing foot slowly dawned on each man.
There wasn't a soul alive who wasn't madly in love with Oba and wanted everything good for him. Joyful tears burst forth.
Drew and Bunny each grabbed an ankle to encourage Oba to float up a little so they could each suck his toes and kiss the soles of both his feet. They traded places several times to relish this most perfect blessing from Tuer Shen.
Six of the guys grabbed Oba and hoisted him above their heads in a supine position to carry him around in celebration. Oba was the living symbol of the power of the Rabbit God, and the blessings of homosexual love. Laughter and shouts of elation soon had even more of Warren Hill's staff gathering around from all corners of the two-hundred-acre estate.
A procession of about four dozen men quickly formed and meandered all around Warren Hill. Men would spontaneously rocket into the air to come down on top of Oba to kiss him and celebrate with him, pressing their faces and lips to his feet.
They were beyond the far end of the football/rugby stadium, near Warren Hill's helipad, by the time Oba could find his seismic voice to get their attention.
"STOP!"
Every creature within a mile froze.
Oba broke free from his cortege. He took a moment to face the crowd as he descended to the ground, unconsciously squishing the grass with his restored toes. He gathered his sticky braids and tossed them over his shoulders and then made eye contact with as many men as possible. He had a serious perhaps stern countenance.
"I can do it myself," he announced with a booming laugh before skipping off across the lawns like a five-year-old. The laughter and shouting resumed as all the guys began skipping behind their pied piper, running in circles around their hero, and jumping up and down while holding each other's hands like joyful children.
They soon came to realize how lucky they were to have healthy, vibrant bodies with all their limbs functioning optimally. Most of them had taken for granted that their feet would carry them wherever they wanted to go, or that their hands could hold everyone they loved.
There was no right or guarantee that they should have that. It made them skip, run, and jump with all the more exuberant gratitude. Nobody bothered to fly when their feet worked so perfectly on the ground.
The band of brothers eventually made its way back to the loggia outside the master bedroom of the main house. Drew and Bunny flanked Oba with their arms around him, always thankful to touch his deep black skin.
Warren Hill's butler, Winston Stratfield, appeared next to the group. He was uncharacteristically naked again and looked even better than he had this morning downstairs in the cooldown area.
Drew gestured to the crowd to get their attention. "Gentlemen, a miracle of love stands before us this morning. Obasi Ekwensi personifies everything that is good, desirable, and noble in mankind. He is ... . Oh, hell, I can't blabber on anymore.
"I love you, Obasi. I want everything good for you in this life and any others which we might have. I hope that today is just one in an unending stream of happy, miraculous days."
Everyone cheered and formed an eager line to climb up the six-foot-four-inch muscle god to kiss his broad lips and taste his mouth.
The crowd dispersed after many minutes of congratulations. Obasi walked away, happy to get to work, not knowing how long he could postpone showering before he was deemed offensive.
Carl walked up to the Tarnow men. "Are we ready to get ourselves cleaned and coiffed for another exciting day? Bunny, what time are you, Tim , and our Marcus leaving for Hulstlander?"
Drew got a stricken look on his face. "Oh shit, Bunny, you're probably going to be late. What time is it?"
Stanfield, who had remained nearby, answered, "It is twelve minutes past six o'clock, Drew. The boys will need thirty-three minutes to run to the National Guard Base and back to the school, plus whatever time they are going to stay at the guardhouse to socialize. Bunny said that he would like to arrive at the school at half-past seven. So, they should probably depart here at six forty-five to give them time to introduce Tim's fiancι to their friends at the guardhouse, plus the time they'll need to find where they are supposed to be on the school grounds."
Drew's jaw dropped. "How can it be only twelve past six? Our workout alone was about an hour, and we started a little after five. Then I had a baker's dozen of dicks plowing my ass before Oba took control of my body. That just can't be. And how do you know the boys' running pace?"
Bunny just smiled at his dad. When will he ever learn?
"Oh," was Drew's response when he realized Tuer Shen had intervened to compress time once again.
Stratfield smiled too for his own reasons, not realizing that time had been altered. "I know things, Drew. Many things."
"Oh," was Drew's response once again.
Even with manipulated timelines, Bunny would have to get moving. Tim was ready to head downstairs, where Mike was waiting to give him a quick rubdown and help him do extensive stretches to assist in his diving practice.
Bunny invited Marcus to have Carl wash and style them both. Marcus said that he would wait to shower at Hulstlander since the indoor sports clinics don't start until nine o'clock, so he would have plenty of time. "Besides," Marcus explained, "I remember how I reacted to Carl's expert bathing techniques last night. I'll never leave the bathroom if I let him touch me this morning."
"Promise?" Carl joked.
Stratfield offered a tray piled with breakfast wraps consisting of crumbled hard-boiled eggs, sliced cucumbers and grape tomatoes, parsley, hummus, and arugula wrapped in layers of romaine and flash-steamed kale leaves.
Drew, Bunny, Tim, Carl, and Marcus each grabbed one. They would wash them down with a protein shake whenever they could grab one.
There wouldn't be time for any goofing around in the showers this morning. Drew told Carl that he wasn't expected at his office until ten o'clock this morning, so they would have plenty of time to perform Drew's beauty regimen after the boys had gone.
"Good," Carl remarked. "That will also give me plenty of time to soothe your sore ass after the pounding you took this morning."
Drew laughed. "I'm not in the least bit sore, my love. I could take all those guys again right now. You'll find out when we fuck again before my shower."
"Assuming that I want to fuck your sad, sorry ass," Carl sassed back.
Drew laughed with a mouthful of his breakfast wrap. He grabbed Carl's free hand and placed it on his ass while they walked through the loggia toward the kitchen door. Three of Carl's fingers automatically found their way inside Drew's anus and began twirling around in the sea of cum remaining inside. The two men laughed together as they both became erect again, and entered the house behind the youngsters.