By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

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Life at Warren Hill

Chapter Nineteen

Friday afternoon, Warren Hill

 

The grounds at Warren Hill, comprised of almost two hundred acres, looked much different from a thousand feet in the air than they did from ground level. Even the view from the sixth-floor rooftop of the house's central tower couldn't compare.

Bunny and his dad Drew had moved in only a few weeks ago. While the large manse and its surroundings were finished before their arrival, various other parts of the estate were still being completed.

Bunny and Tim had spent about thirty minutes hovering above the mid-afternoon activities, unnoticed by almost all. One of the extraordinary gifts of Warren Hill was that all occupants were able to defy gravity at will when they were on – or above – the grounds. But it seemed that few people other than Bunny and Tim took much advantage of it. Several people floated from floor to floor inside the buildings of the compound, but there wasn't any need for air traffic control outside.

The two fifteen-year-olds had launched themselves from a second-floor loggia of the large house, where they had taken a short nap in the shade after a cozy and casual lovemaking session.

Each of the first two levels of the house had two master bedrooms that were irregular pentagons. There was an outdoor bed set up on the covered patios tucked between the points of the two bedrooms on each floor.

There was a lot to occupy the boys as they hovered over the thirty acres of the central part of the estate.

They floated behind the main house to look through the glass gable roof of the Olympic-length pool structure. It had two smaller buildings on either side, housing a pool house, and a mechanical building. They had hoped to find one of the Warren Hill staffers taking a swim, but the pool was unoccupied.

To the left of the main house was the outdoor volleyball court with a small triangular building holding a lounge, showers, and locker room. Two guys wearing only sneakers were engaged in a fierce badminton match on the clay court.

To the right of the main house was the regulation size rugby and soccer field surrounded by covered loggias and two sports club pavilions at either end. Two glass-walled sets of changing and shower rooms were centered along the one long side. Bunny was anxious to invite his school's new rugby team to his house for practice, a barbeque, and whatever else might transpire.

Behind the enclosed pool was the three-story party building topped by a roof deck. Finally, beyond the party cube were two identical guest bunkhouses that each could sleep two dozen people in open bedrooms.

Tim and Bunny held hands as hey moved over the hydroponic greenhouses that supplied much of the produce for Warren Hill's kitchen. They watched electric vehicles towing wagons laden with either harvests or supplies as they moved silently along cartways.

Another section of about fifty acres was getting finishing touches before opening as a private park. About twenty staffers – most of them naked – were busy in the park. Some were planting lilies in two ponds, stocking another pond with koi, and mulching flower beds. Others were cleaning and testing fountains, sweeping walkways, and setting up timing equipment along the various paved, turf, and mulched running paths that meander around the estate.

A few electricians, who were some of the few who were clothed, were testing connections for the pathway and garden lighting systems. They would have to return after dark to verify that all the fountains, pergolas, pavilions, and garden follies were lit to their best advantage.

At the far end of the grounds, the part that bordered the busy Garners Ferry Road, groves were planted with fruit and nut trees. A strip of the estate bordering the county sports and recreation complex was left natural, with a swampy pond that was checked regularly for vagabond alligators.

Tim and Bunny circled the perimeter of the park and descended to one of the running paths, landing on either side a sweaty twenty-two-year-old groundsman.

"We can help you with that, if you'd like," Bunny said to Isaiah "Izzy" Reynolds, smiling at the surprised man. Izzy was tossing a pitchfork full of soft, thready licorice root mulch onto a running path. The mulch was aromatic in the hot, moderately humid air.

"Shit, guys," Izzy exclaimed, "I don't think I will ever get used to people flying around and showing up without warning."

Tim laughed. "See, Bunny, I told you we should have pissed on him from overhead to warn him we were on our way.:

"I'll tell you what, even some warm piss would feel good on a day like today." Izzy stopped his work to talk with the boss's son and Tim. He rested his right elbow on the handle of his pitchfork as he looked at the two naked teenagers.

Izzy was drenched with sweat. His brown skin gave the appearance of an oiled Olympian from ancient Greece. The effect was heightened by the fact that Izzy was completely hairless except for his eyebrows. He stood just shy of six feet and was muscular, but not cut. The man had a roundness to him that, somehow, made him look almost feminine even though he was undoubtedly powerfully built. Izzy's head and face were round, too, and his arched eyebrows looked as if they were expertly threaded. A small pink feather hung from his left lobe.

Bits of licorice root speckled his drenched naked body here and there, including on his five-inch flaccid cock. He raised his hand to wipe his face, revealing a broad and beautifully-smooth hairless armpit.

Bunny smiled at the handsome sweaty man. "I'm sorry you have to work under such conditions," he offered before leaning in to kiss Izzy's incredibly full round mouth. Bunny found a bit of mulch on his lip and flicked it away with his expert tongue. Young Mister Reynolds was such a great kisser that Bunny wouldn't have minded if he had manure on his lips. Well, maybe he would have minded a little.

The kiss was brief but satisfying for both participants. "I don't mind working up a good sweat," Izzy explained as he wiped Bunny's mouth with his thumb. "It feels good to flush my pores. And I like the way it feels to have sweat running down my body."

Bunny wrapped Izzy in a hug and moved around so that he could get as much of the man's sweat on him as possible. "I love your body, my love, and your sweat. May I have a taste?"

Izzy chuckled and shook his head at the forward teenager. He let his pitchfork drop and interlaced his fingers on his bald pate to expose his smooth pits. Bunny's rubbed his face all around the full right pit, then began to lick, kiss, nibble, and suck. Tim didn't want to feel left out, so he joined in on Izzy's left underarm just to see what the fuss was all about.

Tim understood almost immediately. Even after working for hours in ninety-five-degree heat, Izzy tasted refreshing and masculine. His skin was so perfect, and with such tight pores, that Tim wanted to run his tongue, lips, and fingers all over Izzy's brown solid body.

Bunny was rubbing his face on Izzy's belly as he made his way to the groundsman's large polished balls. Tim was working his way down Izzy's back. A low-pitched growl told Bunny that Tim had begun to rim that tasty ass.

Bunny spent a couple of minutes getting flavor from the joints between Izzy's upper thighs and his scrotum. In a few moments, Bunny was licking the underside of an eight-and-a-half-inch long, moderately thick cock. A few seconds later, the cock was balls deep in Bunny's throat.

The two teenagers didn't descend on Mister Reynolds with the intention of getting him off, but the opportunity created itself. It would have been a shame not to take advantage of it.

Izzy remained standing tall with his hands atop his head while enjoying high-quality analingus and fellatio. Four hands were roaming all around his sweat-slicked body. Izzy never really considered himself handsome, though he was proud to maintain a high level of physical fitness. But these boys seemed to think he was sexy and desirable. Maybe he would have to look at himself through a new lens?

Both Tim and Bunny enjoyed the feeling of Izzy's abs heaving as he began to pant his way to an orgasm. The poor groundsman didn't know whether to prioritize thrusting into Bunny's throat or leaning forward to open his ass for Tim's tongue fucking. Neither guy seemed to be in any need of assistance, so he tried to stand still, but it was getting more difficult.

Bunny felt Izzy's smooth brown peaches pull up to his body. He backed off the throbbing cock to get all the flavor Izzy was about to deliver. A few seconds later, Bunny was rewarded with five nice spurts of cum. He quickly memorized Izzy's flavor for future reference.

Tim stood up to hold his new friend from behind while he kept sweeping his hands around the soft brown skin. Izzy missed the presence in his anus. "Put it in me, please," he huffed between ejaculations.

"Yes, sir," Tim joked. Izzy's ass felt as good on Tim's ten-inch penis as it did on his tongue. He quickly but smoothly bottomed out in the steamy canal. Tim began thrusting rapidly in Izzy's spasming ass. It had the effect of intensifying and lengthening Izzy's orgasm. Izzy had no problem accommodating the giant phallus.

Tim ran his left hand over Izzy's large left nipple, using the three-carat jadeite stone in his engagement ring to stimulate the tender nub.

Both Tim and Bunny heard Tuer Shen laughing at the unexpected treat they were giving the young man. Izzy felt a vague presence, but couldn't discern who it was. He didn't care. Another five ejaculations of progressively weakening power followed. Bunny happily collected all of the yummy spunk. He stood when he knew he had gotten everything Izzy had to offer.

Tim and Izzy were both eager to kiss Bunny's cummy mouth. They quietly negotiated a three-way kiss so everyone could share the reward of their efforts. Tim maintained his fucking into Izzy's ass while he and Bunny moved onto licking Izzy's neck and ears.

Bunny, who was erect since his mouth first touched Izzy's, rubbed his eleven-inch cock against his friend's spent but still-hard cock. Izzy whimpered from the stimulation in his ass and on his cock. He was too overwhelmed even to cry out. Bunny and Tim held him up as his knees buckled. Somehow Izzy kept thrusting his ass back to meet Tim's thrusting though he was barely conscious.

The two teens lowered their twenty-two-year-old friend onto his hands and knees on the soft mulch.

Izzy's head hung limply, but he kept encouraging Tim's fuck motion. Bunny lay on his back and wiggled under the groundsman to suck his cock again.

"I can't. I can't. Don't stop," panted the delirious man. Izzy entered into his third orgasm in fifteen minutes. This time he descended into unconsciousness. He collapsed onto Bunny's face, his body quivering uncontrollably. Still, Tim was power-fucking into him, only moments from his orgasm.

Bunny could barely breathe under the combined weight of Izzy and Tim, but he was willing to sacrifice oxygen for his two friends' pleasure. Izzy's cock had gone limp from exhaustion. Tim finally moaned through a satisfying orgasm, shooting seven nice loads of cum into Izzy's rectum.

Tuer Shen thanked the boys for the pleasure in which he shared. He assured them that Izzy would be blessed and strengthened. Tim withdrew his wilting dick from Izzy's ass and lifted the unconscious man off Bunny's face, turning him to lie on his back in the mulch. All three guys were covered in the mulch. Izzy twitched and jerked from time to time, displaying faint echoes of his powerful orgasms.

As the teens cooed and stroked their enervated friend, they heard someone approaching. It was Edgar Thompson, the estate's Land Steward, who was on his way to check on the progress of the lily ponds. The thirty-one-year-old rugged blond wore only rubber boots for mucking about in the ponds.

Eddie stopped in his tracks when he saw the threesome lying on the running path. His initial concern was alleviated when he saw that Bunny and Tim were not worried for Izzy's wellbeing.

"Did the heat get to him," Eddie asked while combing back his long blond hair with his fingers. "I keep telling him to slow down, but he likes working up a sweat."

Bunny picked up his head and took a moment to admire the six-foot man in charge of all the outdoor spaces at Warren Hill. Edgar wasn't massively muscular, but he was very well built and had a prominent Adonis belt, which accentuated his narrow hips. Bunny's gaze moved up and down, pausing at Eddie's five-inch penis with unusually long foreskin hanging from it.

Bunny looked up to Edgar's face and admired his full beard and mustache. His facial hair was fully grown in, but not bushy or unkempt. Eddie looked expectantly at Bunny, waiting for an explanation.

"It wasn't the heat that got to him, Eddie, it was that we seem to have induced poor Izzy into three orgasms in rapid succession," Bunny explained plainly. "The heat probably didn't help. We're sorry for putting him out of commission. Well, we should be sorry, but I don't think we are, in fact, sorry."

Eddie knelt to examine Izzy more closely, stroking his face gently. Bunny looked at Eddie's face again and saw the love in his eyes. Tuer Shen instantly reassured his favorite fifteen-year-old that Izzy and Edgar would have their bonds of love strengthened.

Tim saw the loving gaze too, and rolled away from Izzy's side, gesturing for Eddie to take his place. Izzy began putting his lips all over Izzy's face, neck, and torso. "He doesn't seem to be flushed or overheated," the Land Steward reported. Bunny felt silly for not realizing that Eddie was using his lips to gauge Izzy's temperature.

"But, I'm a little concerned that he isn't sweating as much as he should be," Eddie said as he stood up. He quickly retrieved a gallon jug of water.

Bunny interrupted him just before he was about to pour some of it on Izzy. "He was dripping with sweat before, but Tim and I may have licked it all off of him. We were both hooked after just one taste."

Eddie smiled. "Me too. I can't fault you for that. Everything about him is delicious: his skin, his sweat, his saliva, his piss. I'll never get my fill of any of it." Bunny placed a reassuring hand on Eddie's shoulder.

Izzy twitched again, then fluttered his eyes. Edgar was above him instantaneously. Izzy blinked a few more times. "Why is there an angel hovering over me? Did I die?"

Tim, Bunny, and Edgar laughed at the joke. "Well," Edgar spoke as he lifted Izzy's head to offer him some water, "You did seem to have trois petites morts, from what I am told. Did these rascals wear you out, my love?"

Izzy stretched in the soft mulch, making himself comfortable as the Land Steward ministered to him. Tim moved Izzy's head to place it on his thighs while he sat on his heels. The groundsman's hands reached around Tims's hips to feel his tight glutes, which he thrummed with his fingers.

"They didn't wear me out. But I think that they tripped a circuit breaker in my head," Izzy sighed.

Eddie brought the jug to Izzy's mouth. He took three substantial gulps and smiled at his boss. "See, you are an angel."

The two men kissed quietly for a couple of minutes.

"Eddie?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Have you ever gotten fucked by Tim?"

Eddie chuckled. "No, I haven't had what I assume is the great pleasure of Tim's attention."

Tim bent over Izzy's head to kiss him. "Did I make you feel good," Tim asked.

"Well, you did fuck me unconscious, so I think that's your answer right there," Izzy said while pinching Tim's ass.

"Bunny helped," Tim retorted. "I think his sucking probably contributed as much as my fucking. Either way, we were just glad that you had a good time."

Izzy twisted his head around so he could look Tim in the eye. "I still think you should fuck Eddie. You owe him for making him worry about me."

Tim laughed and looked at Eddie. "I will happily fuck you if you will return the favor."

"Oh, I don't know," Eddie tried to sound circumspect. "I don't much go in for that sort of thing."

"Which sort of thing is that," Bunny asked.

"Anything to do with sex. It's just not my thing," Eddie said innocently

Izzy guffawed and spat out the sip of water he had just taken. "Liar!"

Eddie tried to stay in character. "Young man, you must have me confused with someone else."

"There isn't anyone else remotely like you, you fool," Izzy chided.

Eddie smirked at Izzy. "Did you just compliment me, Mister Reynolds?"

"It was an accident, I swear!" Izzy tried to defend himself.

A tongue-filled duel settled the argument.

Bunny snapped his head to attention as if he heard something. "Dad is wondering if I'm coming back to the house to wash up before my brothers get here. I guess I should get going. He's on his way back from the office. Are you guys coming to the party tonight," he asked Eddie and Izzy.

The two looked at each other before Edgar answered for both. "We wouldn't miss a chance to meet the latest additions to the family."

"Good," exclaimed Bunny. "Maybe Tim can fuck you tonight while you're fucking Rodney and Robin. Then we can get all of this settled and over with."

"Well, that sounds very efficient, well-planned, and very romantic," Eddie laughed, inducing laughter in the other three. Bunny cuddled into Izzy's side and helped himself to another taste of the groundsman's muscular neck. "I love you, Isaiah. I'll see you tonight."

Izzy sighed at the touch of Bunny's lips. "I love you, too, silly rabbit."

Bunny stood and kissed Edgar. "I love you, Mister Thompson. Take care of our friend. He's irreplaceable."

Tim kissed Izzy upside down once more, then gently laid Izzy's head on the ground and stood up, ready to accompany Bunny back to the main house. As he kissed Eddie goodbye, Izzy reached up to caress his penis once more. Tim smiled at the beautiful reclining man. "See you tonight. Don't forget to hydrate!"

Tim also gave Edgar a brief kiss, and then he joined Bunny several feet off the ground. They rose to about fifty feet.

"Everything looks spectacular," Bunny called out. "Thank you for making Warren Hill everything we've dreamed it could be."

Tim wasn't sure whether Bunny was speaking on his own behalf or on Tuer Shen's. There seemed to be less and less distinction as the days went by.

 

* * *

 

Meanwhile, at Drew's office

Drew had taken most of his office staff to lunch. When they got back, he told everyone that they should wrap up what they were doing and plan to leave at two o'clock to get an early start on the weekend.

Sean Higgins, Drew's new assistant, insisted that he would stay until Drew left for the day. Drew informed the twenty-three-year-old ginger that he had asked his driver to arrive for a three o'clock departure.

"Very good, Drew," Sean said as he pulled his side slit shift dress over his head. "I guess, with everyone gone, there's no need for office attire."

Drew laughed at the slender five-foot-six-inch man wearing only his black Doc Martens boots and nipple rings. "You are correct, Mister Higgins. Make yourself comfortable. Is there anything you feel you should review before we leave? You are going to spend half of next week in proper orientation and training. I am certain that Betty has you well ahead of the curve on the latter."

Sean twiddled the single cloisonné purple and white pansy flower nested firmly in his flaming orange beard. "There is one thing that Betty wasn't able to teach me."

"What's that," Drew asked, hanging his jacket in a small custom-crafted wardrobe cabinet.

"She couldn't teach me what it would feel like to have my cock in your ass, Mister Tarnow, sir."

Drew guffawed. "No, I guess that would be outside her area of expertise, Mister Higgins, sir." Drew pulled off his turquoise shoes and unfastened his pink drop-crotch double-knit trousers, placing both carefully in the wardrobe. He stood naked except for his lavaliere tied in a bow at his clavicle, with its thin tails draping his cut torso.

"How would such knowledge help you in your job," Drew inquired.

"Until I find out, I am going to be terribly distracted. I think we need to get our cocks into each other as soon as possible just so that we can clear that hurdle," Sean explained in his deep baritone.

"Oh, so now we have to bugger each other, do we? You are moving the goalposts midgame, Mister Higgins. You want it both ways?" Drew took a few steps toward Sean as he smirked at his assistant.

"What can I say? I'm bicurious, I guess," Sean joked.

Drew knelt in front of Sean and gulped his seven flaccid inches. Then he pulled off to speak. "We have a lot of ground to cover. We had best get started."

"Yes, sir!" Sean boomed.

Drew wasted no time working Sean's cock to its foot-long glory. Sean growled, moaned, and cursed at Drew's expert fellation, but it was only a means to an end.

Drew pulled off the enormous schlong and licked the underside. "In what position would you prefer to fuck me, Mister Higgins?"

"All of them," Sean joked. "But, let's start with you on your back on the coffee table, if you don't mind."

Drew smiled at Sean and got into the requested position without saying a word. He gripped the edges of the coffee table and brought his knees to his shoulders without having to assist with his hands. "Like this, Mister Higgins?"

"Exactly like that, Mister Tarnow," Sean whispered with hoarse desire.

Drew was pleased – but not surprised – by the skill and enthusiasm with which Sean rimmed him. Drew quickly grew to a hard eleven inches from the pleasure Sean's tongue imparted to him. The flaming beard tickled him delightfully but felt surprisingly soft. Like Drew's fellation of Sean moments ago, Sean's analingus of Drew was just a means to an end.

Drew groaned several times in appreciation of Sean's efforts. "I'm ready any time you are, Mister Higgins. If you would like lube, there should be a bottle in one of the outer pockets of my brief bag."

Sean sprinted to the large executive desk, his dick thwacking his belly as he moved. He returned in mere seconds, stood next to Drew, and handed him the bottle. Drew kissed the tip of Sean's massive cock, then slicked it with the lube. He trusted that he didn't need to supplement the slobber that Sean left in his ass.

"Hop on. You can drive," Drew instructed with a smile.

The lithe assistant didn't need to be told twice. Neither man betrayed the least bit of hesitance that Sean's size might be too much for Drew.

Sean was as skilled with his cock as he was with his tongue. Drew communicated with Bunny and Tuer Shen, who both encouraged Drew to bring the young man for a short introductory visit with the Chinese god of homosexual love.

While Sean didn't see Tuer Shen's face, he realized that sex with Drew was the gateway to other-worldly bliss. Sean couldn't stop smiling if he tried. Drew was happy that Tuer Shen was allowing him to be used to bring another man to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

The ecstasy was not to be protracted this time around. Tuer Shen brought Drew to orgasm first, which induced Sean's. The young man had never felt anything so powerful, as indicated by his basso profundo grunts.

Drew fired five shots all over his face, chest, and abdomen, drenching his pussy-bow lavaliere.

The two slowly came down from their highs, all the while maintaining eye contact. They kissed sloppily and panted into each other's mouth.

"Mother of all fucks," Sean cried out. "What the hell was that?"

Drew laughed even as he continued to work Sean's cock with his ass, eliciting whimpering giggles. Drew stilled himself after a few minutes of torturing Sean's spent cock.

"My turn," Drew announced perfunctorily. He hadn't lost a bit of his erection even after a protracted orgasm. Drew rolled himself forward to a wide squat alongside the coffee table, holding Sean under the ass so that the young man's cock remained inside his rectum.

Drew spun and laid Sean on the coffee table and rode his cock a few times, thumping his own slick belly with his eleven-inch erection. He wiped more of his cum off his face and chest, using it to slick Sean's winking hole. There would be no need for additional lubrication.

Drew raised his head as he lifted off Sean's cock. It was only then that he saw Quincey Saunders standing in the doorway to his office. The two smiled at each other. Quincey raised his index finger to his lips, so Drew didn't speak or betray his boss's presence.

Sean lay on the table, still feeling disoriented. His cock had softened, but not wholly deflated, leaking afterglow onto his belly. "I need to find out if your cock is as magical as your ass, Mister Tarnow, sir."

Drew got into position, assisting Sean into position as well. The two kissed as Drew maneuvered his cock to Sean's anus. He didn't need to use his hands to aim. His dick would find its way.

The room vibrated with Sean's low-frequency moan as Drew slid his entire cock into the ginger's ass in a slow but unrelenting gesture. He waited a few moments for Sean to acclimate himself both physically and mentally, as a small breeze wafted the two into Tuer Shen's garden.

The eternal nineteen-year-old god decided that he would sample the pleasure of Sean's ass along with Drew, while simultaneously imparting newfound strength, vigor, and talent to the eager fuckee.

Drew, with Tuer Shen's guidance, found all of Sean's magical spots with his full-bore pistoning action. Drew indicated to the forty-four-year-old Quincey to come closer. Sean's eyes were squeezed shut by the onslaught of his orgasm. The big boss arrived just in time to see Sean's cock jet a rope of cum that lay in an unbroken streak from his forehead to his epigastrium.

Quincey knelt quietly and grabbed Sean's cock, unconcerned that he might get cum on his office-casual long-sleeve shirt. He bent his five-foot-eleven-inch frame to take the head of the massive cock into his mouth. He was awarded immediately with another large expulsion of cum.

Sean sensed from the angle of approach that the mouth on his cock couldn't be Drew's. He forced his eyes open to see a close-cropped head with a receding hairline bobbing shallowly on his spewing cock.

After taking four more loads in his mouth, Quincey pulled off and turned his face to Sean, making a show of his swallowing the young man's cum. "How are you enjoying working here, Sean? Is there anything we can do to help you feel more comfortable," Quincey asked with an attempt at a professional demeanor.

Sean answered by grunting and pumping another load onto the side of Quincey's face. That prompted Quincey to get his lips around Sean's cock once again in anticipation of more to come.

Drew used his masterful technique as best he knew how to keep Sean's orgasm firing, both for is and Quincey's benefit. Tuer Shen was having too much fun to allow either man's orgasm to subside just yet. Sean could have sworn that nerve endings were multiplying in his rectum. He felt Drew's penis with such acuity and detail that he could almost picture it moving in and out of him, tantalizing his rectum and rubbing his prostate to unimaginable delight.

The young assistant also had more muscle control than he ever had before. He was no longer a passive recipient of pleasure. He massaged Drew's eleven-inch probe, squeezing and tugging it in just the right spots to return to Drew some of the pleasure he was receiving. How could he do that? It was like the moment he finally mastered riding a bicycle: a seemingly unfathomable skill was suddenly self-evident and instantly second nature.

Five minutes of moaning pleasure ensued. Even Quincey, who did not participate in the orgasm, somehow derived more pleasure from having Sean's foot-long penis down his throat than he had gotten from the hundreds of other men with whom he had been intimate. He could almost feel Sean and Drew's pleasurable fucking in his throat. His eight-inch cock strained his tight-fitting trousers.

Even though Sean was buried well passed Quincey's taste buds, the forty-four-year-old division director still tasted the tangy sweetness of each of the twenty loads Sean expelled into his gullet. Happiness, as well as pleasure, infused his being.

Drew, who was the only one of the trio who even partially understood what was happening, thanked Tuer Shen for the fun and delight he imparted to all of them. They celebrated masculine love with each other. While Tuer Shen joked and made light of his antics, Drew understood that he loved all the men brought to him and was helping them to love each other. It was an undercurrent to the god's interactions that Drew was only now being to notice.

When Drew and Sean finally finished cumming, Drew remained lodged inside Sean, who consciously used his new muscle control to play with Drew's dick as effectively as if he were using his hands. The two laughed at the absurdity of what they were doing.

Quincey slowly pulled off Sean's cock, saving the last two loads in his mouth. He offered them to Drew in a tight-lipped smile. Drew accepted.

Drew and his boss shared a delicious and sloppy kiss. They had never done more than shake hands before, even though both of them sensed that they would have sex before too long. They savored Sean's flavor as well as the taste of each other's mouth.

Sean lay back, trying to replenish his exhausted oxygen supply while continuing to exchange tickles between his ass and Drew's cock. Neither man desired more stimulation, but they couldn't resist the urge to prove that their skills hadn't evaporated with their waning orgasms.

Quincey and Drew ended their kiss, both certain that it would not be the last one they shared. Drew bent down to kiss Sean once more. He rubbed his torso against Sean's to pick up some of the cum shots that Quincey hadn't swallowed. "I want some to take home to my son," he explained.

Both Sean and Quincey moaned at the thought of Bunny licking Sean's cum off his father's body. It was enough for Sean to expel yet one more load between their writhing bodies.

Drew began the slow process of removing his penis from Sean's ass, both men mourning the end of their joining even as they celebrated it.

Sean and Quincey stared longingly at Drew's slimy penis, still eleven inches long and pointing straight out. Drew almost laughed at the hunger in both their eyes. He moved his cock to Sean's mouth, where both Quincey and Sean generously shared in laving it and reclaiming all the flavor of Drew's cum and Sean's ass that they could find.

Drew willed his cock to deflate and pulled it from between the two attentive mouths. They kissed each other for another minute before separating, signaling the end to the current round of fun.

Drew stood naked over his clothed boss and his naked assistant. He welcomed both their scrutiny of his body. Their gaze eventually met his so they could exchange looks of affection.

Quincey rose and stood next to Drew. Both men looked at Sean, who lay sated on the coffee table, looking from one man to the other. Quincey turned to Drew. "So, Drew, do you regret hiring Sean in such a hurry? Perhaps we should have interviewed more candidates?"

Sean looked pleadingly to Drew, who laughed at the question. "I don't know, Quin, I suspect that there isn't a more qualified candidate out there. Sean's work product has been extraordinary so far. His output, as you have seen, if both prodigious and delicious. He has a commendable mastery of his tools."

Quincey laughed and asked Sean, "What about for you, Sean? Do you think you will fit in here?"

A rumbling laugh emanated from Sean as he stood to join the other two. "The fit was perfect, Mister Saunders. Of course, it's impossible to make a pronouncement with only one data point. We'll need to collect many more samples to establish a trend. I think that, since you and Drew will be working together, I should also include more data from you, if you are willing to participate."

Quincey kissed Sean with the tender affection of two longtime lovers. "I will be eager to participate in any way you decide will be helpful for your professional development, my friend."

Drew also leaned in to kiss Sean once more, careful to keep his torso apart from Sean's so that he wouldn't disturb the thick layer of drying cum he wanted to take home to Bunny. Both Sean and Drew felt Tuer Shen's encouragement as their kiss lingered for a couple of minutes.

They stood looking at each other in silence until the sound of the door closing in Sean's reception area office broke the spell.

Yu-Jin Bok, the twenty-year-old who worked midday footman duty with his younger brother Yu-Joon, appeared in the doorway. He was naked save for his white cotton gloves and black velvet slippers, the typical "out" uniform of Warren Hill footmen.

The tall and muscular native of South Korea stood silently just inside the office while Samer Hadid, one of Warren hill's security detail, followed Yu-Jin into the office. Sam wore the black Tom Ford suit and black dress shirt that was the uniform for drivers and security men at Warren Hill.

The thirty-two-year-old thickly muscled Iraqi wrestler surveyed the room with his typical detached professionalism, not registering any surprise or judgment at the one dressed and two naked, cummy men standing in the middle of the office.

Sam looked at Drew to ensure that he was welcome to speak. "We are ready to take you home, Drew, if that is acceptable to you."

"Yes, Sam. Very good. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. Mister Higgins here fucked me, and then I fucked him. I guess we were at it longer than I thought. Oh, I am sorry for manners," Drew exclaimed. "You haven't met my new assistant. Sean Higgins, this is Samer Hadid, one of our capable security men at my home, at this stunningly beautiful young man is Yu-Jin Bok, one of our footmen. Gentlemen, this is Sean Higgins. You already know Quincey Saunders, of course."

Sam and Sean shook hands. Yu-Jin remained where he stood with his gloved hands behind his back and nodded a pleasant but professional smile at Sean. Drew knew better than to ask his footman to break from his rigorous training and let down his detached mien. He did notice that Yu-Jin's penis plumped up a bit when Drew called him beautiful.

Quincey bid an excellent weekend to Drew and Sean with another kiss and left the office.

"I think we are ready to pack up, Mister Bok, my love. I am going to go home naked so that I don't ruin the snack that Sean so generously supplied for Bunny. My clothes are in the wardrobe," Drew instructed.

The footman couldn't stop himself from smiling when he heard Drew call him "my love." But he didn't otherwise get distracted from his graceful and precise movements. Sean couldn't keep his eyes off the six-foot-two-inch Korean, nor could he keep a smile from overspreading his face.

Yu-Jin looked over to see Sean still looking at him. He tried to ignore it. When he went over to the wardrobe to prepare a silk satin garment bag and felt-lined shoe bags for Drew's clothing, the footman saw that Sean was still looking at him, this time with his foot-long monster cock sticking out straight from his slender five-and-a-half-foot frame.

Sean winked at Yu-Jin when their eyes met. The footman blushed and felt his own erection firming up, not entirely up to horizontal. Still, he was not going to be distracted from the perfect execution of his duties. Sean scratched his orange-red beard and chuckled.

Drew pretended not to notice the silent flirting going on between Sean and Yu-Jin, but was pleased that the two seemed to like each other. He didn't know why it mattered, but he wanted all the men in his life to get along.

Drew had logged off from and shut down his laptop. He got up from his desk and took a few steps back to allow Yu-Jin to collect the laptop, his cellphone, and tablet. Both Yu-Jin and Sean noticed that Drew was also semi-hard again. Nobody mentioned the three-way attraction making itself evident.

Yu-Jin put the electronics in the turquoise leather messenger bag, each item placed with surgical precision, followed by the assorted pens, notebooks, and report folders that the boss indicated he wanted to take with him.

"Thank you, my love," Drew said to the handsome footman, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "I'm a lucky man to have you in my life."

The footman shivered at Drew's touch and felt his penis spring to its full nine inches, pointing to the ceiling. He stood tall so that everyone could see the response Drew elicited from him.

Drew walked over to Sean. "Well, my love, it seems I am about ready to depart. I think it's time for you to head out as well. Enjoy your weekend. I can't wait to see which truck you will have picked out."

Drew gave Sean a peck on the lips and a tweak of his pierced nipple, causing a deep smiling groan to emanate from the eager assistant. That earned the young man a gentle squeeze of his foot-long penis and a pat on his small, muscular ass.

"Do you mind if I walk out with you," Sean asked.

"We'd be honored," Drew said as Yu-Jin gave assent with a barely-perceptible nod.

The three naked men left Drew's office. Sean dashed to the closet in the reception area to retrieve his messenger bag and his dress, which he hastily rolled up and tucked under his arm.

Drew headed to the elevator behind Samer, and was followed by Yu-Jin, then Sean. Each man proudly displayed his firm erection when the exited on the first floor and made their way through the main lobby.

Sean continued to the parking garage while Samer lead Drew and Yu-Jin to the waiting Maybach at the curb, ready to return home to meet his new sons.

 

 

 

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.