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.

Life at Warren Hill

Chapter Seventeen

Friday morning, Drew's office

 

Samer Hadid opened the door to Drew's office suite and stepped through while Drew and Jaleel, by now familiar with the morning routine, waited for his signal to enter. The five-foot-eleven, thickly-muscled security agent looked menacing in his standard-issue black Tom Ford suit, which strained to contain his biceps, glutes, and quadriceps, which were built up through childhood wrestling in his native Iran.

Betty Robinson was already in the office to temp again today as the administrative assistant and department coordinator. She looked fully recovered from last night's dinner party at Warren Hill where her son Marcus, Hulstlander Academy's assistant wrestling coach, got engaged to Tim Swann, the fifteen-year-old Hulstlander diver, as well as the identical triplets, Russ (Tim's father and Warren Hill's chief driver), Carl (Tim's uncle and Warren Hill's grooming valet), and Mitch, (Tim's uncle, and, as Warren Hill's security chief, Samer's boss).

Betty waited to greet the security man until he finished his duties. Once he beckoned Drew and Jaleel to enter, Betty wrapped her arms around the muscular security man and kissed his cheek.

He was unaccustomed to such familiar treatment but realized that Betty was family now, so he smiled and returned the greeting.

When Betty stepped back, she was surprised to see Russ Swann walk into the office behind Drew and Jaleel. The chief driver – and her future son-in-law – usually stays with the vehicle during morning drop-offs.

"Good morning, sweetie," she chirped.

"Good morning, mom. I hope you don't mind that I told Javi to mind the car so that I could come up to see you," Russ explained.

Betty leaned into the tall, handsome man and felt a growing maternal affection toward him. "Did you, Mitch, Carl, and Tim take good care of my baby last night?"

Russ laughed in a rolling baritone. "Take care of him? He took care of us, over and over again! Your `baby' is as athletic a lover as I've ever had. He had us going most of the night. There doesn't seem to be a sexual technique he hasn't mastered.

"I don't know how he got the energy to get up early this morning to join Tim and Bunny on a five-mile run to the school."

Betty laughed raucously. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed to have one of her son's fiances talking about his sexual prowess.

"Oh, that reminds me," Russ continued. "Marky said to be sure to thank you for giving his wallet to Oba last night. He's probably going to stop by your place later today to pick up some clothing and his personal items so he can move into our place at Warren Hill."

"Oh, yes. I guess my baby has no clothing," Betty mused, remembering that he went to the dinner party last night completely naked. "Did he run naked this morning? He doesn't usually do that."

"Yeah, mom, he did," Russ replied, not realizing that he used the word "mom" to refer to Betty yet again. "Tim and Bunny were running naked, and convinced Marky that he would enjoy it."

"When did my Marcus become `Marky,'" Betty asked with a smile.

Russ smiled too. "Tim has been calling your Marcus `Marky' for some time. I think he started to do it ironically since Marky is a diminutive name for such a handsome, muscular, sexy man who knows how to take control and make another man his own in every way."

Russ sighed. "I can't believe how quickly I've fallen so deeply in love with that man. He's been with us only one night, but I can't imagine spending another night without him. I know my brothers and son feel the same way. And it's not just how good a sex partner he is, which itself is undeniable. I haven't had orgasms so overwhelming since the first time I had sex with my son. He is our soulmate. I know it. I love Marky beyond all measure."

"I think it's a cute name," Betty said, ignoring Russ's near soliloquy about her son's prowess in bed.

Jaleel, who was sporting Warren Hill's traditional "out uniform" for its footmen – meaning that he was naked except for his cotton gloves and velvet slippers – had followed Drew into his office to unpack his briefcase, placing his laptop, reading materials, notepads, and various colors of pens at precise locations on Drew's desk, and his cellphone and tablet in their cradles.

Jaleel carried himself in a professional manner and was proud to be seen while virtually naked. His posture almost invited people to look at him.

The footman came out to the kitchenette by the reception area to fill a crystal pitcher with cucumber water, which Drew had requested for this morning's beverage. While Betty had a crush on Jaleel's husband Marcus, who was the other morning footman, she enthusiastically received a kiss from Jaleel and exchanged pleasantries before watching the tall, fit black man return to Drew's office.

"He's almost as handsome as your Marcus, isn't he?" Russ commented.

"Mm-hmm," was all Betty needed to say.

Russ didn't want to delay Betty from her duties, so he kissed her good morning, and exited to a waiting area where Sam was standing by until they would be joined by Jaleel for the trip back to Warren Hill. After a couple more minutes, Jaleel exited Drew's office and approached the reception desk to say goodbye to Betty.

"He's all yours, Miss Robinson," Jaleel said, maintaining his professional mien.

"I don't want him," Betty joked. That broke up Jaleel too.

"By the way," Jaleel continued, "Oba wonders if it might be too forward if he asked for your phone number? He said he was too distracted last night to think clearly. He doesn't want to wait until you come back to visit your Marcus at some nebulous time in the future to see you again."

Betty took a moment to remember the feel of the tall mountain of ebony walking her to her car last night, his smooth nakedness offered to her without shame or hesitation. She felt herself blushing.

Jaleel looked at her sympathetically. "He does the same thing to me."

Betty snapped back to reality. "I am surprised that Mister Ekwensi would have time to spend with me. I would have thought that all you Warren Hill men would keep him plenty busy."

"We all do our best to ensure that he doesn't get bored," Jaleel said lightheartedly. "But, you clearly have something that we men can't give to him."

"Good head?" Betty said before realizing what she said and smacked her hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.

"I will have you know, Miss Robinson," Jaleel retorted with feigned indignation, "That I give expert fellatio. Oba will attest to it. So will both Messeurs Tarnow. Shall we go in to ask Drew?"

"Ack! No. That won't be necessary," Betty blurted. Jaleel laughed at her discomfort. He took a moment to consider his next question.

"Miss Robinson, I don't want to be intrusive, but I am about to ask you an intrusive question. Feel free to withhold your response. But, I wonder, have you considered what it might be like to have a relationship with a man who also loves other men, including your son? And, do you know that Drew is in love with Oba? I mean, I love him, as we all do, but Drew is in love with him."

Betty kissed Jaleel's cheek. "Sweet boy. I may be old, but I'm not old-fashioned. I have been in relationships with both men and women who have been in love with both men and women. How easy it is to navigate is completely dependent on the individuals involved."

Betty cleared her throat. "Now, I have to admit that I have never been in a relationship with someone who was also in a relationship with my son. But we are both adults now, and capable of making our own decisions.

"Can I tell you something, Jaleel?"

"Of course," Jaleel answered with a smile.

Betty put her hand on the tall man's chest and flicked his left nipple with her thumb, causing Jaleel to throw back his shoulders to invite her to continue to touch him anywhere she might like.

"It really turns me on," Betty explained, "to know that Oba is such a virile man that he can make both men and women melt in sexual pleasure. He can have – literally – anyone in the world, and he wants to be with me. Do you know what that does to a girl's ego?"

Jaleel smiled knowingly. "I know what it does to mine. Can I tell you something, Miss Robinson?"

"Of course," Betty answered with a smile equal to that of the footman, whose nipple she was still absentmindedly teasing.

"When Oba makes love to me, I have never had to touch myself to cum. He is such a great lover that he infuses me with orgasmic delight almost as soon as that thirteen-inch pleasure probe bottoms out in my ass. He and Drew – and Bunny, of course – are very much the same in that regard. I can't wait for you to feel that delight. I'm glad that you are going to be our mother-in-law."

Betty continued to stroke Jaleel's mounded chest as she considered what he told her. His nipple was hardening from the stimulation and from his own memories of sex with Obasi. A thought flashed through her mind to nibble on Jaleel's lovely brown nub, but she quickly extirpated it from her consciousness. "Am I also your mother-in-law, Jaleel?"

Jaleel smiled at her as he sighed in pleasure at her stimulation. His penis began to harden too, which he made no effort to hide. In fact, he tilted his hips forward slightly so that his erection would be more prominent.

Jaleel continued. "We all consider ourselves to be a family at Warren Hill. Your son is marrying only four of us legally, but we all consider your Marcus to be as much a part of our family as my Marcus. That means that you are part of all our extended family too. I hope that doesn't scare you off."

Betty locked eyes with Jaleel and read the sincere welcome in his eyes. She patted his chest and let her hand run down his cut, deep brown abdomen. She hadn't realized how Jaleel was reacting to her touch until she came upon his nine-inch penis standing out straight.

"I didn't mean to tease you, baby," she whispered.

"Not a problem, mom," he replied. "It will give me a head start to fuck Javier, this morning's number two driver, when we get back home. We made a date on our way over. Young Mister Rodrigo-Rodriguez doesn't often open his ass to other men, so I'm really looking forward to it as a special treat. Thank you for getting me primed."

Betty laughed. "Well, then, I'm glad to have been of assistance. Will you walk through the lobby and out in public with this erection?"

"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I?" Jaleel asked in genuine surprise. "Oh no, do you think my erection is ugly?"

"Your erection is lovely," she said, giving it a couple of strokes while looking at it more deliberately. Jaleel clasped his hands behind his back to silently offer himself to her. She held the ever-hardening penis in admiration. The nine inches of pulsing flesh now stood above horizontal as she changed her grip on it and moved the ample foreskin around. She finally released the penis, which bobbed and jerked, and she showed some kindness to his large, smooth balls.

"I am still getting used to the radical openness of people these days," Betty sighed as she ran her index finger up the underside of Jaleel's penis, then made small circles with the pad of her finger just under his corona. She seemed to be having a fine time with Jaleel's radical openness.

"Maybe I am more old-fashioned than I admit. You should be proud for people to behold every inch of your body, Jaleel. You are lovely from head to toe, young man," she told the footman as she continued to fondle him.

Betty kissed his cheek and smacked his ass. "Now, get out of my way. I have work to do, and you have a cutie pie driver to bone."

Jaleel laughed as he turned to meet Russ and Samer in the outer room. Russ smiled when he saw Jaleel's solid cock pointing skyward. He looked at Betty, who shrugged with her palms turned upward. Sam laughed as he and Russ walked to the elevator bank with the mostly naked and fully erect Jaleel Hawkins bopping along happily between them.

 

_ * _ * _ * _

 

Betty took a moment to reset her focus before tapping on Drew's office door. As instructed yesterday, she didn't wait for an answer before entering.

Drew sat behind his desk, reading his email. He had unfastened the single button on his snug-fit pink sports jacket, revealing his toned and cut abs, partially obstructed by the tails of the pussy bow which Sid, Warren Hill's wardrobe valet, had expertly tied.

Betty quickly considered Drew's look. The ladylike bow, coupled with his longer-than-shoulder-length blond hair, would have had a feminizing effect on most men. But Drew's incredibly strong body and his blond scruffy three-day beard made him look almost more masculine than if he had worn a typical suit and tie.

She decided it was Drew's comfort and confidence, and his complete indifference to what others thought, that made him look so attractive.

Drew looked up from his screen. His face beamed. "Mom! Good morning." He stood up and came around the desk to envelop Betty's five-foot-four-inch frame in a firm and affectionate embrace from his six-foot frame. "I love you, mom. Did you have fun last night?"

Betty laughed into Drew's naked chest. "You mean, did I enjoy having my life completely changed yesterday? Yeah, it was a typical Thursday night."

Drew laughed along as he rocked her gently side to side. "Things at Warren Hill seem to take unpredictable turns. I'm still learning to try to stop predicting. My expectations are always exceeded."

The two stood quietly for a couple of minutes, each reflecting on the wild turns their lives had taken. Drew kissed Betty's forehead and released her with another "I love you."

He decided that she deserved to know what he had talked about with his House Steward this morning.

"Bunny convinced me this morning that I needed to confess to Oba that I want to marry him. I didn't even realize that I was entertaining thoughts of marriage, but Bunny knows my mind better than I do. Oba told me that he loves me, but he doesn't want to marry me. He says that he doesn't want to marry anyone at the moment. His life is too tumultuous right now to make commitments like that."

Betty's mouth fell open in stunned silence.

Drew continued. "Bunny also asked if I would be willing to be married to Oba even if he also wanted to be married to you. I hadn't thought about it. But, when I saw you this morning, I realized that the only thing I want is for Oba to be happy. I want you to be happy, too, mom."

Drew held Betty's face in his hands. "What I'm saying very clumsily is this: I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. I will absolutely not be a complication in your relationship with Oba. I love him too much to be an impediment to his happiness. I will always love Mister Ekwensi, but I will keep my distance from him so he can spend more time with you."

Betty sighed. "Oh, Drew, I don't think I can do this."

"I'm sorry," he said dejectedly.

"I can't work for such a dumbass moron. I'm too good for that," Betty continued as she pushed Drew's hands away from her. "I mean, seriously, how damn dumb are you?"

Drew staggered. "I, uh, I mean, I don't know. I guess, pretty damn dumb?"

"You're goddam right, bucko. That massive mountain of a man has a heart as big as all of Warren Hill. He loves you, dumbass. Anyone can see that. You love him. Anyone can see that. Oba and I might love each other. We don't know yet.

"But, if we do fall in love, it won't subtract from his love for you, you dope. Let me say this as directly as I can. Oba loves cock. Oba loves cunt. I can give him one of those. You can give him the other. If you truly loved him, you'd want him to have what he desires, you stupid ass, dumbass, jerkface moron."

Drew stood catatonic for a minute. "I think there's a possibility that there may be a scintilla of truth in what you say. Maybe."

Betty crossed her arms on her chest. "You're goddam right, dumbass."

"Stop calling me a dumbass," Drew whined.

"Stop being one," she countered.

"It's a longstanding habit," Drew laughed as he enveloped her in a brief embrace.

"I'll help you," Betty laughed along. "Now, Jaleel tells me that Oba makes him cum without touching himself. He's pretty sure that Mount Oba does the same for you. Is that true?"

"Oh, my, Betty, he feels so-o-o-o good inside me. I can't wait until you feel his magic. And it's not just that his penis is large and perfectly shaped. That would reduce him to a dildo, wouldn't it?

"When Oba makes love to me, I feel utterly and completely loved. The look on his face when he is fucking me tells me that he is giving himself to me completely," Drew said wistfully.

"And this morning," Drew was on a roll now, "Oba and Carl gave me a facial. There is nothing in the world like the feeling of Oba's penis painting your face with his cum. He was unhurried and filled with gentleness. I could feel his pulse as he glided his beautiful cock over my entire face. When he painted my lips, he wordlessly told me that his pleasure was being derived from the pleasure he was giving me.

"I can't wait for you to have that same experience. I love that man more than I can put into words," Drew finally ran out of steam.

Betty looked at the large tent in Drew's drop-crotch pink trousers and smiled. "I look forward to it."

"Now," she got back to her professional demeanor, "Quincey called to say that he contacted Sean Higgins to have him come in today to make him a formal job offer. I know you wanted to string him along for a little longer, but you've been overruled. Quincey says that Sean has passed all his screenings, so he should be ready to start immediately if you both agree to that. Either way, I have to return to my permanent assignment since Doctor Gupta will be back in her office next week."

Drew harrumphed. "Damn that Quincey and his irritating efficiency."

They both laughed. Drew sat on the edge of his desk and thought for a moment.

"Betty?"

"Yes, Drew?"

"You're fired."

"What?"

"You're fired. It's clear to me that you're just not working out here. I am sorry if this upsets or infuriates you. Perhaps you should go cry about it on Oba's massive shoulders and let him console you as only he can," Drew suggested before smiling.

"You dumbass," Betty scolded.

"I love you," Drew professed.

"I love you, too."

"But, Betty," Drew continued. "There really isn't much going on here today that needs your overqualified attention. Take off after Sean gets settled and go get to know Oba a little better. Maybe your Marcus will be home from Hulstlander by then. You can spend time with your baby."

"Well," Betty started.

"Good. That's that," Drew decided.

Betty heard her intercom chirp and went to answer it. Drew removed his jacket and sat back in his chair. The only thing covering his top was the thin lavaliere with handpainted pansy flowers on it. Drew leaned back and closed his eyes, briefly contemplating his relationship with Oba, which promoted the stirring in his loins.

"Hey, hey, Mister bossman," a deep voice rumbled through the door. Drew's eyes snapped open.

Sean Higgins stood with Betty next to him. The twenty-three-year-old smiled with twinkling green eyes as he took in the sight of Drew's mostly uncovered muscular torso. Sean wore a single cloisonné purple and white pansy flower nested firmly in his flaming orange beard. He didn't have any earrings on today but sported purple eyeshadow.

Sean's five-foot-six, thin-set frame was draped in a cap-sleeve silk-georgette shift dress in a muted abstract pattern of light and medium grey tones. The straight dress came to below Sean's knees, but it was slit up to the hips on both sides, allowing his toned hairy legs to move freely. The neckline draped just below his collarbone.

Sean paired the dress with black Doc Martens lace-up boots with two-inch soles.

"Sean!" Drew exclaimed. "Welcome to the University of South Carolina Medical System's Multidisciplinary Public Health Data Advanced Research Project. That's the way you have to answer the telephone each and every time," Drew joked. "Please, come in!"

Drew stood from his desk and walked to meet Sean in the center of his office, next to the coffee table where Sean had left his lace gloves the day before. Drew didn't realize he was still sporting an eight-inch erection from his ruminations about Oba until he noticed Sean's gaze lock onto it with a widening smile.

"I knew that you'd be happy to see me," Sean joked.

Drew laughed, not in the least bit embarrassed by his naked top or the tentpole in his pink pants. "I am happy to see you, Sean, but I'm sorry to tell you that my erection grew from thinking about a man whom I love very deeply."

"He's a lucky man, indeed," Sean sighed.

"I am the lucky one. I'm sure you will get to meet him soon enough. Obasi is in charge of my home, so you will see him if you decide to work with me at my home office."

"Obasi? I've never heard that name before," Sean said.

"Yes," Drew continued wistfully. "Obasi Ekwensi is an ancestral name his mother gave him to honor their heritage. His family was among the enslaved people kidnapped and brought to this continent, but, somehow, his line of the family had managed to avoid the brutal rapes that so many enslaved women – and several of the men – had to endure. His family still look as if they had just come from Nigeria. They are remarkably beautiful, tall, strong, gentle people."

Sean was moved by the admiration and respect that were obvious in the way Drew spoke about Oba. "I look forward to meeting him. Do you have a photo?"

Drew, whose erection had now grown to almost ten inches, hurried around his desk to retrieve his tablet from its cradle. He navigated to his personal cloud account to open the folder of photos that his trainer Mike Mitchell takes of the staff at Warren Hill to document their fitness progress.

Drew scrolled through a few photos until he came upon one of Oba taken from the knees up. He was naked and turned three-quarters toward the camera. His waist-length braids were tied back in a sloppy ponytail. His deep black skin shone with perspiration, and his muscles were pumped to their extreme from his just-completed workout.

Oba's smile was radiant. His penis hung flaccid at about eight inches over his enormous balls.

Drew stepped closer to Sean to hold the tablet for him to examine the beautiful Obasi Ekwensi. Drew's covered ten-inch penis jabbed into Sean's hip. Rather than pull back, Drew pushed in closer to Sean so that his penis went upright against Sean's flank, pushing into the slit of his dress.

Sean, who looked at his new boss to see his eyes filled with affection for Oba, leaned into Drew's naked side, and pressed his hip against his new boss so he could better feel the mass of Drew's erection.

Had it not been his first day on the job, Sean was sure his face would have wound up buried in Drew's armpit.

Drew held the tablet in his left hand at waist height while Sean zoomed and panned around the ultra high definition photo. Drew's right hand went to Sean's other hip, slipping into that slit so he could feel his assistant's naked skin. Both men were pleased with the arrangement. "Wow," was all Sean could say as he stared at a photo of one gorgeous man and was held by another.

Drew smiled down at the tablet, his long wavy hair cascading over Sean's shoulder. The young Mister Higgins could not resist inhaling Drew's scent.

"And that's just the outside," Drew boasted. "Betty, you met him last night. Tell Sean how terrific Oba is."

Sean looked over to Betty to see that her eyes, too, were filled with admiration for Mount Oba. "Well, I, uh," Betty stammered. "We met for the first time last night, but he was kind, gracious, gentlemanly, gentle, strong, attentive, handsome, and everything good that one would want to find in a man. He was a terrific conversationist, which, of course, meant that he allowed me to dominate the conversation."

Sean and Drew chuckled at her effusive praise, but Sean was unaware that Betty was not exaggerating. As Betty was giving her testimonial, Drew put the tablet on the coffee table, turned Sean to face Betty, and used his other hand to wrap Sean in a tight embrace against his naked torso, physically initiating him into the cult of Obasi Ekwensi. His right hand was still under Sean's dress, now slowly combing through Sean's trimmed but thick pubic hair. His other hand remained over the dress and wrapped across Sean's hard chest.

Drew rested his scruffy chin on the top of Sean's head. The young man nestled into Drew's embrace and felt his cock wake up. If Drew wasn't going to be reticent, Sean saw no reason why he should be. He felt Drew's hardness at his ass and pushed back to feel it wedge into his crack. Sean longed for Drew's pants to disappear as his jacket had already done.

"Betty will be leaving soon to gather some of her son Marcus's belongings and then head over to my house," Drew spoke into the top of Sean's head. "He got engaged last night to four people who live there."

"Wow, four fiances! Congratulations to your son," Seans's deep voice resonated in the office with an undertone of breathlessness.

"Speaking of getting out of here," Drew turned to Betty, reluctantly bringing the conversation back to work. "What must we do to get our Sean started on his training and orientation so that you can depart?"

Even as Drew asked the question, his right hand slid down over Sean's foot-long penis and back up. It slid down once more before taking a turn around his scrotum.

Sean humped back into Drew's eleven-inch erection and softly moaned. The fact that Drew referred to him as "our Sean" was not lost on him.

Drew gripped Sean's quickly-rising penis and stroked it. Betty couldn't help but see the front of his dress waving in time with Drew's masturbation of the young man. But Drew's face betrayed no distraction from his conversation with Betty.

"Well," Betty decided to ignore Higgins' enormous prong, "Sean indicated that he is familiar with our suite of SharePoint, Teams, and Business Intelligence applications, as well as the rest of the Microsoft Office apps. So we don't have to do much training there. I just need to show him what is where on the network, and how we use it," Betty had transformed back to her professional mode.

Drew was able to maintain a professional air, but Sean decided he was not required to do the same while his boss stroked his cock. He turned his head to the right and snaked his long tongue into Drew's armpit, then scratched Drew's nipple with his wiry beard.

Sean could feel Drew's low moan as his larynx vibrated the back of his skull, and his covered cock throbbed in Sean's crack.

Betty ignored the scene before her. "He has his network sign-on, so we will test to verify that he has access to everything he will need. He also has my number, which I hope he uses on a regular basis to ask me questions. I like to feel useful."

Drew removed his left hand from Sean's chest to join it with his right on Sean's cock. The front panel of the dress was now pushed aside so that Betty had an unobstructed view of the fat throbbing cock. Drew still gave no indication that anything other than a professional business conversation was taking place.

Sean tried to stifle a moan and began to pant. He pushed his ass even more aggressively onto Drew's cock, despising the cloth that separated them. Drew brought his left hand up Sean's toned abdomen, dragging the front panel of his dress with it. He tucked the fabric into Sean's neckline so that he was exposed from his naval on down.

Drew smiled at Betty's appreciation of the show he was putting on for her. He moved Sean's erection around so that she could admire the ginger firecracker.

She gave the two a moment to continue their antics before continuing to speak. "Quincey scheduled Sean for training in Oracle Financials next week. Until he feels comfortable in that, Drew, you will have to approve expenses and purchases yourself, as well as doing next week's payroll approval. Or, you can have Central Finance step in for you temporarily, if you can take their condescension.

"He will also need training in American Express Global Business Travel processes and policies. In the meantime, you will have to approve the registration and bookings for the four employees who are going to the International Conference of Community Psychology in Australia, and the two others who are going to Freie Universitiit in Berlin to work with Professor Schwarzer on predicting changes in health behaviors."

Drew admired Betty more and more by the second even as he quickened his masturbation of Sean's heavy, fat cock.

"None of that will be a problem," Drew assured her. "I will sit with our Sean and slog through the dreadful minutia while my employees are galavanting around the globe, using their corporate credit cards at Berlin sex clubs."

Sean moaned and laughed a deep rumble, which still caught Drew off-guard since it came from such a diminutive body. The new assistant huffed, "Well, at least we'll have fun asking them to explain the business utility of their bar tab from Lab_Oratory."

Drew laughed heartily and kissed Sean's left ear, briefly sliding his tongue inside it. "I'm sure those Berlin clubs would be good places to observe atypical health behaviors. I would approve those charges. I'd probably approve them anyway. I want my people to have time for a little fun when they travel for business. So what if they blow a couple hundred dollars at a sex club?"

Sean laughed. "That's not what they're blowing."

Betty let out a guffaw at that remark.

Drew said, "I just think people should be able to have a little fun at work. Do you agree, my lovely Sean?"

"I'm thirty seconds from showing you how much I agree," Sean moaned as he undulated his body against Drew's.

Drew released him and dropped to his knees. He turned to Betty, "Excuse me while I take some dictation."

He took Sean's foot-long club all the way down his gullet and worked his throat muscles to give Sean exquisite pleasure. His right hand kneaded Sean's ass while his left tickled his balls.

Betty was about to excuse herself to let them finish, but then decided she was enjoying the show too much. She took a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the round coffee table and rested her chin on her fist as she took in the action about three feet in front of her.

Neither man seemed to notice.

Sean was thrusting long strokes in and out of Drew's throat, fully appreciating Drew's top-notch skills. His thrusting got faster and his grunting got deeper.

Less than a minute later, Sean grabbed Drew's hair and began to pump his jizz into him. Drew managed to pull back on the cock enough to gather the delicious sap in his mouth.

Eights shots later, Sean quieted himself. He glanced over at Betty, who just raised her left eyebrow at him.

Drew pulled off Sean's penis and rose to share his quarry with its creator. They kissed for a couple of minutes.

When they separated, Drew tugged on Sean's orange beard, which was closely trimmed along his jaw, but four inches long at his chin. He looked at the cloisonné pansy tied into it and asked, "Where did your pansy come from? Do you realize that it matches the ones painted on my scarf?"

Drew lifted his lavaliere to verify that they were identical.

Sean took several seconds to stop smiling at Drew before responding. "It was a present from my parents after I got my first short story accepted into Carve Magazine a few years back. I didn't even realize that I had brought it with me, but, somehow, it was sitting on top of my jewelry box this morning when I was deciding what to wear."

Drew knew that Tuer Shen, the god of homosexual love and relationships, must have been behind it. A quick telepathic check-in with Bunny confirmed it. Drew did not share his knowledge with Sean. There would be time for him to discover the Rabbit God and the Garden of the Western Wind later.

Sean put his hand on Drew's persistent erection through his trousers. "My turn," he announced as he dropped onto his bare knees.

"That's not required, Sean," Drew instructed.

"Not required, much desired," Sean corrected while he unfastened Drew's pants and let them drop to the floor. Both Betty and Sean took a few seconds to admire the six-foot muscle god, who was now naked except for his lavaliere, his eleven-inch penis bobbing before Sean's face.

Drew smiled at Betty. She had witnessed him naked all night last night at the dinner party, and in various sex acts with several of the men of Warren Hill. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head but did not make a move to stop watching.

Sean was almost as skilled at fellatio as Drew, and even more enthusiastic. He relished the taste and feel of his boss's penis as the two coordinated their bobbing and thrusting almost immediately. Sean ran his hands over Drew's stacked body, tantalizing both men.

Drew didn't want to drag this out, but determined to give Sean a few minutes of fun. Sean was having a lot of fun.

One hundred eighty-two seconds later, Drew unloaded ten substantial ejaculations into Sean's mouth. He swallowed several times, but still had a mouthful as he rose to share with Drew, as Drew had done with him earlier.

Drew's ejaculate had some indescribable component to it that Sean had never experienced. The taste and texture were both exquisite, as he expected they would be. But something was happening to him that he sensed had to do with swallowing the cum: a physical virility and mental clarity seemed to be burgeoning in him.

Drew felt Sean's bewilderment as they kissed. He pulled back to look Sean in the eye and wiggled his eyebrows to confirm the man's suspicions without explaining.

The two were finally done with their shenanigans and turned to Betty with both their spent cocks on full display as they slowly returned to normal. They smiled like giddy children who had just won a carnival game. What Betty couldn't see was that they each had a finger in the other's anus, slowly swirling to keep the good feelings alive.

"I can tell you're going to get along just fine," she said as she stood, acting as if watching two men suck each other in the office was the most mundane thing in the world. " Now, let's get you set up so that I can get me gone."

Sean sighed with disappointment when Drew withdrew his finger, patted his ass, and stepped back, almost forgetting that his pants were around his ankles, but not bothering to pull them up.

Sean pulled the front of his dress from his neckline and flattened it out with his palms, then reached around back to verify that the garment was hanging properly. There was a hint of his persistent tumescence in the front of the dress.

Betty and Sean retreated to her desk in the reception area while Drew toed off his loafers and kicked off his pants. He sat at his desk naked, save for the lavaliere, and got back to reading reports and checking project schedules.

After about an hour, he decided he needed to take a walk around the floor to see who was actually in the office on a summer Friday.

After a few seconds deliberating whether he should walk around the office naked, he pulled on his pants, grabbed his sports coat – though he didn't bother fastening the button – and stepped back into his seafoam green loafers.

He was surprised to see about a dozen employees scattered around the open-concept office. A few more were chatting in one of the glass-walled conference rooms with a video wall displaying data visualizations behind them.

The area was configured to hold up to forty-eight people. Drew still had to hire about a dozen workers. Another six or seven would be transferring in from other parts of the medical system's Technology Department.

"Manager alert! Manager alert! Hide the bottles. Hide the porn. Well, at least share the porn," Drew called out jokingly. There was scattered laughter in the room as heads popped up and turned to their supervisor.

"I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I will treat whoever of you want to come with me to lunch at Debello's. The bad news is that you'll have to be seen in public with me."

By this time, many of the workers were standing, looking at their handsome boss. Some were craving being seen with him more than others, but all of them would have been happy to go out with their boss.

"I'm in," called an unseen woman from behind her partition.

"Me too," called out a couple of guys standing together next to a small meeting table in the center of the space.

A young man next to whose desk Drew was standing looked up, took off his red-framed glasses, and asked, "Question: If I don't go with you, can I jerk off at my desk while you guys are gone?"

Drew laughed and rubbed the guy's boney shoulder. Another guy standing diagonally across the pod from him called out, "Jason, you pretty much spend your entire day jerking off at your desk. Why should today be any different?"

Jason laughed too.

Drew asked, "The entire day jerking off? Your poor wee penis."

That got a rousing laugh from everyone.

Drew turned to Jason and massaged his shoulder, "But, to answer your question, all employees are strongly discouraged from masturbating at their desks, or in other public areas. Use one of the lavatories as you did when you were twelve. Or my office." He smiled at the thought of what occurred in his office a little over an hour ago.

Another guy yelled across the room, "Did you hear that, Monica?"

The short, dark-haired woman stood and yelled back, "I will beat you with my dildo, asswipe!"

The room was filled with laughter. Drew was happy that his team was getting along so well. It didn't surprise him that all his highly-intelligent and accomplished data scientists and technical people bantered at the level of teenagers. It seemed to be the thing among technology people. He just needed to ensure that everyone was in on the joke and that nobody went over the line.

Drew raised his hands to quiet the room, which action pulled his jacket wide open to expose his toned and cut abdomen, save for the small area covered by the tails of his lavaliere. That got everyone's attention. Drew always looked as if he had just done fifteen minutes of warmups to get his muscles pumped.

"I need to get a count for lunch so Sean can make a reservation. Raise your hands. Oh yes, and I need to introduce you to Sean, my new administrative assistant and department coordinator. Today is his first day. I hope he will join us for lunch so that you can offer him welcome."

Drew counted off eight people going to lunch with him. He excused himself back to the reception desk to ask Sean to call Debello's to reserve a table for ten people, inviting him to join the group, while Betty would leave for the day.

As he entered the reception area and walked next to the large U-shaped desk, he saw Sean sitting next to Betty, leaning to his right. The slit on the left side of his dress was open almost up to his waist. Drew smiled as he noticed how tight Sean's little ass was. He had his hands on it before, but he never got a good look at it. It had a cute dimple that looked as if it needed to be kissed. His muscular thigh was slender but highly defined.

Drew willed himself not to go further in his train of thought, lest he start another episode with Sean.

Sean happily accepted the invitation to lunch. Drew told Sean that his wallet was somewhere in his briefcase and that he should secure the reservation with any of his personal credit cards. He asked Sean to come into the main office once the reservation was secured.

Betty remarked how well Sean was picking up everything. Sean was surprising himself with his retention and focus. Drew's cum was working its magic.

"So, he's not just a pretty face and a tasty cock," Drew joked.

Betty chuckled. "He is extraordinarily bright and easy to work with. I look forward to working together again. I am confident that he will flourish in this office and make it a better place."

"That's our Sean!" Drew praised the smiling man.

Drew went back to his workers and spent a few minutes talking with individuals and small groups about their work and their lives. He was pleased with the enthusiasm he witnessed for their work, which is designed to model women's behavior in regards to their healthcare, specifically breast health, in order to design better ways of delivering services to meet the needs of under-served communities.

The first phase of the project should have specific recommendations within two years. Then they plan to move to other aspects of women's health, then on to men's health behaviors, which have already gotten disproportionate attention from researchers.

Drew liked to compare it to developing weather models where thousands of variables for millions of data points are correlated to predict the weather in a neighborhood two thousand miles away for ten days in the future so you can put an umbrella stand exactly where it needs to be.

Sean appeared in the office, his bright eyes seeking out Drew. He caught Drew's attention, who rushed over to him to usher him to the center of the office as Sean confirmed that he made a reservation in Drew's name.

Drew called for everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, and children of all ages, Greg," Drew paused to allow everyone to acknowledge Greg as the class clown, "I would like to introduce you to Sean Higgins, our new department coordinator, and my assistant. Sean was, by far, the best applicant for the job.

"Mister Higgins has two degrees from Vanderbilt University. More importantly, he has Betty's enthusiastic endorsement. He is a talented writer who has agreed to work for us while his writing career gets started. Remember that anything you say to him may end up in a novel one day. So, be nice.

"Sean, would you like to introduce yourself and tell everyone how you prefer to be addressed?"

Drew noticed all the eyes in the room scanning the small, lithe man with flaming red hair and beard, in a delicate shift and heavy black boots. Sean appeared unfazed by the curious looks. It was only then that Drew realized he was standing with his arm around Sean's waist, slowly circling his hip. He relinquished his assistant.

"Thank you, Lord Tarnow, Munificence of Heaven, Gift of the Sun God, Ruler of the Empire of Hearts, Lover of All Men (and a Few Women), Patron of the Working Classes, and Inspiration of a Thousand Poets," Sean announced, surprising everyone but Drew with his deep voice.

"Was that the way we rehearsed it, Drew," Sean asked.

"You forgot `Keeper of All Knowledge, and Gateway to Immortality,'" Drew chastised jokingly. "Start over."

Sean's laugh rumbled through the room.

"Anyway, I'm Sean Higgins," the assistant continued. "You can call me Sean, or Higgins. Some people like that. I don't care. I am twenty-three years old. I identify as a man even though I often wear clothing usually associated with women. It's not a delicate topic. I won't be offended if you ask me about it. I use the pronouns 'he,' `his,' and 'him,' but my favorites are `I,' `mine,' and 'me.'"

He got smiles of appreciation for his joke.

"I grew up on a dairy farm in Tennessee and just moved to Columbia, so I might be asking you guys questions too. Since I'm dumping my full biography on you, I am a Gold Star Gay, if anyone of you cares, and I am single."

"Can I go shopping with you? I think we're the same size," one woman asked.

"That sounds like fun," Sean answered. "I don't know the shops in the area, so I could use a shopping buddy. But, I have to tell you, this dress was made for me by one of my sisters-in-law, so you won't find it at Target or even Neiman Marcus."

A slight pause followed. Drew announced that Sean would be joining them for lunch and that their reservation was for a half-hour from now. Drew indicated to Sean to head back to his office and Drew walked with him, his hand on the small of his assistant's back.

"I'm a bit surprised that Debello's had an opening for such a large group at the last minute," Drew observed.

"Well, they didn't until I put a hundred-dollar tip for the hostess on your credit card. I hope that wasn't out of line," Sean said quietly.

Drew kissed his velvety lips as Betty looked on. "Good thinking, Sean. I am sorry, though: I shouldn't have asked you to do my personal business. I should have called my butler Stratfield to do it."

"I didn't mind," Sean countered. "It isn't really a personal matter to take your coworkers out to lunch. I will gladly do such things for you, especially when I'm invited."

Sean did a small double-take. "You have a butler?"

Betty sat at the desk, trying to look as if she weren't listening, but amused at the conversation. She smirked as Sean received another kiss. She thought to herself, Just tell him already, Drew.

Drew chuckled. "Yes, I have a butler, and an under butler, and several footmen, and about forty other staffers.

"If you're certain about performing duties like that, I'll have Bruno, my finance guy, get a credit card from my account issued in your name so you can use it any time you need it. I'll call him now so it can be delivered to you by messenger tomorrow. He's on assignment in California with Mitch and some others, but he'll get it done. He'll have it delivered to wherever you are."

"Oh boy, I feel a shopping spree coming on," Sean joked.

"Yes, of course, my man. Buy whatever you want. You're new in town, so I'm sure you need `stuff,'" Drew said.

"I was joking," Sean corrected Drew.

"I'm not. You've moved to a new state to work for me in a new job. Maybe you need some new work clothes for the office, or some furnishings for your apartment, or a new car or truck, or whatever. I don't have any limits on my cards, so buy what you want," Drew corrected Sean.

"I'm not going to buy a truck on your card," Sean gasped.

"Why not? Consider it a signing bonus. Just remember that you're in the city now. Don't get one of those big-ass dualies that you won't be able to parallel park," Drew advised as he patted Sean on the ass.

"I am an excellent parallel parker person, I'll have you know," Sean boasted.

Betty lowered her head so that Sean couldn't see her smirking again, knowing that Drew was drawing the young man into a trap.

"Fine. Get the dually. See if I care," Drew huffed in mock indignation.

"I will! I'm going to get the Ford F-450 Limited. And I'm going to make you watch me park it," Sean retorted.

"I dare you to," Drew said. "I double-dog dare you."

"I am going to the dealer tomorrow. You watch," Sean declared.

"You're too much of a pussy. You won't do it," Drew egged him on.

Betty had to turn her chair in the other direction so Sean couldn't see her laughing.

"You just wait until Monday when I drive that mother-fucking monster to work," Sean said loudly.

"You don't have the balls," Drew said, trying his best not to give himself away.

"I got plenty of balls," Sean said, pulling up the front of his dress to expose his genitals in case Drew had forgotten what they look like.

"I got plenty big balls, and you know it," Sean proclaimed.

There was a moment of silence.

"Fuck," yelled Sean. "How did you do that?"

"Me? What did I do," Drew asked in feigned innocence. "But you took a double-dog dare. There's no getting out of that. Ever. If I don't see a charge for a tricked-out F-450 on my card Monday, I'm going to expose you as a cheat, and a backer outer of dares. Your reputation will be ruined. You'll be toast throughout the entire galaxy!"

"I hate you, Drew!"

Betty turned back, laughing openly at the gullible Sean, hopeful about what would come next.

"I love you, Sean."

Bingo! Drew fell in love again. It was as subtle as a freight train.

Drew leaned down to kiss Sean's surprisingly soft lips. It lasted only a few seconds.

"I'm sorry," Drew offered.

"Me, too," Sean said. "I thought you would be better."

"You thought I was a good kisser when I had a mouth full of your cum," Drew retorted.

"That was so long ago that I can't even remember. Remind me," Sean said with a teasing smile. "I double-dog dare you."

Betty laughed again while Drew went to town in Sean's mouth.

The two were exploring each other's mouths for more than a minute before Drew pulled away and started for his office. "Believe me now?"

"It's coming back to me," Sean whispered.

"I got shit to do. Call me when it's time for lunch," Drew ordered. "Love you."

Sean turned to Betty, his dress draped over another erection. "What just happened?"

"Drew's love is a force stronger than gravity. There's no escape," Betty explained sympathetically, having been ensnared by Drew just yesterday.

"But," Sean continued.

Betty cut him off. "Don't think about it. Just accept it."

"But," Sean tried again.

"Stop," Betty ordered.

Sean sighed and took the chair next to her. "I love him too."

"There you go," Betty said with pleased resignation. "That's all you need to do."

 

 

Thanks to the readers who asked me to continue. I hope you continue to find these stories entertaining.
I have assembled a gallery of crude floorplans and renderings for those who might be interested in what Warren Hill looks like in my mind. Well, as close to my vision as my limited design skills can get me. Send email to hauptwerk88@gmail.com if you're interested in getting a link to a DropBox folder containing the images.