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 Twenty-One

Saturday, early morning, Warren Hill

The stuttering hoots of nearby owls gave way to a slow-building chorus of songbirds reacting to the tiny glimpses of luminance in the predawn sky. The quodlibet floated into the master bedroom through four sets of tall glass doors that stand open to the covered porch full-time on three of the room's five walls unless a hurricane insists on visiting.

Drew lay on his back, his relaxed mind reactivating, circuit by circuit, nudging him into the indeterminate state between sleep and wakefulness. He heard the birdsong at about the same time he became aware of the weight on top of him and the bodies on either side of him. A quick sniff of the short natural afro at his face told him that sixteen-year-old Rodney Poindexter, his oldest son, whom he met for the first time yesterday, was lying facedown on him. Rod was in a sound sleep, drooling on Drew's jawline. Drew relished the anointing.

A glance to his left revealed that Rod's younger twin, Robin, was snuggled into Drew's left flank, his eleven-inch erection tapping droplets of precum on his adopted father's hip. All four Tarnow men now had identical eleven-inch penises, though Rod and Rob's were darker to match their flawless deep black complexions.

Drew smiled at the memory of Rob's penis ejaculating down his throat twice last night, and then once more into his ass, just as Rod had done.

The angel to Drew's right was his youngest – and only biological – son, Tianbao "Bunny." The fifteen-year-old's curled blond hair draped on Drew's shoulder. The realization came to the father of three that Rodney was using Bunny's face as a pillow. As his eldest drooled on Drew's jaw, it ran down onto His youngest's right cheek.

Bunny had cum the most times of all of them last night, to the surprise of exactly nobody: twice in each of their throats and rectums. He would have gone for another round if Drew hadn't suggested, against his desires, that they get some sleep.

Nobody seemed to have a problem with the arrangement. All four of the naked men shared a sense of unreserved belonging with each other.

Drew felt Bunny enter his mind. Both their erections swelled from their mental intercourse. They circled the perimeters of the sleeping brothers' consciousnesses, finding the twins dream-remembering in unison all the frolicking they did last night. They were both celebrating their new family through their dreams. Drew couldn't have been happier if he had tried.

A few minutes later, Drew became aware of another man in the room. He smiled at the sight of Mike Mitchell, Warren Hill's fitness trainer, standing nude next to the bed with a mesmerized look on his face. His perfectly proportioned body was illuminated ever so slightly by the faint glow in the room. Mike had gone to high school with Drew, Bruno di Napoli, and Jackson Dries. He was a junior when Drew was a freshman. Both Black Jack and Bruiser were seniors.

Once Mike verified that Drew had spotted him, he levitated over the bed and brought his lips to Drew's, trying his best not to disturb the others. They shared a tender tongue-filled kiss. "I love you," both exhaled simultaneously as their lips parted.

Drew saw that Mike's countenance betrayed some level of concern or confusion. "Is something wrong, my love?"

"Drew," Mike whispered, "Do you realize that the four of you are still glowing? Even in your sleep, all four of you had a soft, throbbing glow. I think your heartbeats are synchronized."

The eldest Mister Tarnow took a moment to consider what his friend had told him. "It must be a sign of Tuer Shen's sanctioning of our arrangement. Mike, my love?"

"Yes, Drew?"

"Were you watching us sleep?"

"Yes," admitted the trainer without shame. "I woke up early and was going to enter the house through the kitchen when I noticed the glow in your room. I thought perhaps someone had forgotten to turn off a light, so I came in here. Then I noticed that you are the light. I couldn't turn away. I've been watching you for about ten minutes."

"Why didn't you join us?" Drew inquired. He wanted to stroke Mike's face but realized his arms were pinned down by Robin on his left side, and by the half-awake Bunny on his right. Instead, he lifted his head to give Mike another kiss.

Mike smiled into the kiss. When they finished, he answered, "I didn't want to detract from the love and beauty I was looking at."

"Impossible," Drew whispered in genuine surprise. "You always add to the love and beauty anywhere you go. That's a provable fact. You know that you must never hesitate to join any of us at any time. It would break my heart if I thought that you felt less than enthusiastically welcome any time of the day or night."

Mike was moved by his friend's assurance. "Thank you, Drew, but I don't know if your three sons feel the same way. I can't force myself on them."

Drew stuck out his tongue to touch the tip of Mike's nose as the trainer hovered above the pile of bodies. "All three of my sons feel the same. Tuer Shen has given us the gift of knowing each other's thoughts and memories. Rod and Rob know everything about you that I know, including how my love for you is limitless. Bunny has known that since he was born. Of course, they only know my perspective. You will have to teach them your point of view."

"Yeah, me too," a drowsy Bunny added. Mike and Drew both chuckled under their breaths.

"I want to suck you off so badly right now," Mike proclaimed. "I want your delicious cum."

Drew smiled. "Rod has my cock pinned between us, but I left plenty of cum in his ass a couple of hours ago, if you'd like to get it."

Mike's smile beamed at the thought of felching Drew's cum out of the magnificent rugby-built ass of Rodney Poindexter. "Do you think he would mind?"

"I know with certainty that he will love waking up to the sensation of your tongue at his anus," Drew assured.

Mike floated a little higher. Bunny had already taken Rod's left leg and gently folded it up into a frog position. Mike did the same to Rod's right leg. The round black mounds of Rod's muscular ass parted, revealing a medium pink, hairless hole.

Mike stared in appreciation for several moments before moving in to taste Rod's anus. It was perfect! Between kisses and licks, Mike sniffed the aroma of clean, healthy sixteen-year-old ass layered with the scent of the several dozen Warren Hill men who had cum on and in him during yesterday's welcoming party. Perfect!

The ring betrayed no evidence of its repeated use. It was soft, relaxed, and had shrunken to its usual size. The anus opened without resistance when Mike pointed his tongue at the target and pressed forward. He removed his tongue but felt the hole stay open, inviting him to return.

Although he was eager to get to the reservoir of cum, Mike moved gently and slowly in an attempt not to wake the sleeping athlete. Each time he entered, his tongue penetrated a little further. Finally, on his fourth visit, he found the manly essence he sought.

He sucked and slurped. Soon he felt subtle gyrations of Rod's pelvis. He was enjoying the sensations and rocking his ass to get more of Mike's tongue. A yawning groan emanated from Rodney. He lifted his head, wiped his wet lips across his father's, and kissed him good morning.

"I love you, dad," he whispered with a smile. "Is that Mike in my hole? He feels so good, dad."

Drew confirmed that Rod had identified who was at his breakfast buffet. Rod brought his kees up higher to encourage Mike to keep going. Mike needed no encouragement.

Rod said in a louder voice, "Dad, I'm so happy that we have a puppy as good as Lucky. He's the best puppy, isn't he, dad? I love him."

Drew smiled. Rod had absorbed Drew's memories of him, Bruiser, and Jackson indulging Mike in puppy play while in high school. Mike had been embarrassed to admit that he enjoyed pretending to be a puppy, including wearing ears, paw gloves, and a puppy tail butt plug. His friends so readily accepted him that he fell even more deeply in love with all of them.

Rod reached back to scratch Mike's head and press it deeper into his ass. "Good boy, Lucky! You're such a good boy. I love my puppy. Thank you for being such a good puppy," Rod enthused.

Mike froze. How did Rod know about that? Then he remembered that Drew had told him that all three of his sons had access to his memories, for better or worse. He felt an embarrassed blush cover his tight body, but it quickly faded as Rod continued petting him and declaring his love. Mike was convinced of his sincerity and decided that there was nothing he should – or could – hide from the young man.

Mike happily took on his Lucky persona and lapped up as much cum as Rod could deliver. Satisfied whimpers emanated from the eager puppy. Rod felt that there was nothing left inside him.

"I think you got it all, Lucky. Now come here and give me some puppy kisses."

Mike hovered over the bed while Rodney rose to turn so he could face Mike. The jostling finally roused Robin, whose unfocused gaze informed him what was happening without telepathic aid from his brothers and father.

Rodney and Mike looked at each other with unmitigated delight. Mike had wondered if the teen might have been mocking him for his puppy play, but he saw the genuine affection in his eyes. Mike went full Lucky on Rod, covering his face with slobbering licks, kisses, and nibbles.

Rod giggled like a little boy, patting and scratching Lucky on his flanks and head. "I love you, puppy. More kisses," Rod implored. He got his wish in abundance. His face was wet with puppy kisses.

"I want puppy kisses, too," declared Robin as he joined his twin in petting and rubbing Lucky. Rod could not deny his little brother the pleasure he experienced, so he was happy to encourage Lucky to love on Rob for a while.

The younger Poindexter squealed and laughed as his face got covered with drool. He wanted to wake up this way every day.

For his part, Mike was thrilled that the boys were having such a good time. He hadn't even thought about his Lucky persona in years. He had been mildly embarrassed that he enjoyed it. But these guys were having as much fun as he. To them, it was more affection than sexual kink. Puppies don't have second thoughts about loving and sharing. They have only enthusiasm and trust.

The laughter continued to blossom as Drew and Bunny joined the frolic. They tickled and scratched Lucky all over, returning his kisses and rubbing their faces all over his body, accompanied by affirmations of, "Good boy!"

Mike's laughter waxed as four mouths and eight hands overwhelmed him with loving touches. His sparkling green eyes darted around to take in as much of the love being offered as he could. He began to pant, "Stop! I'm going to pee!!"

Drew quickly wrapped his lips around the tip of Mike's eight-inch erection. Bunny continued tickling him, and encouraged, "Go ahead, Lucky. Go pee. Daddy's got you."

Mike couldn't have held back if he wanted to. A sputtering stream started through his stiff penis. The guys stilled their hands to help Mike relax. Soon enough, he had a steady stream going into his friend's mouth. He moderated his flow so he wouldn't overwhelm Drew's ability to swallow his urine.

Drew hadn't been one to engage in many water sports or piss play, but he didn't hesitate with Mike. It was just instinct. Mike kept his flow steady. The flavor was mild: it was his second "go" of the morning, and he had consumed a liter of water in anticipation of his morning workout. As he swallowed time after time, Drew realized that he was moaning while he suckled on the tip of Mike's tasty penis.

Bunny, Rob, and Rod all smiled when they dipped into their dad's mind to get a sense of what he found so pleasurable about drinking Mike's pee. It had ignited Drew's latent submissive side. He was demonstrating to Mike that there was nothing he wouldn't do for him. He also surprised himself by enjoying the flavor and wondering when he might do it again.

Mike was unaware of the silent interchange transpiring between Drew and his three sons, but he knew that he had rarely felt so completely loved and accepted in his life. His stream of urine had all but stopped. Bunny grabbed Mike's penis out of Drew's mouth. "Come on, share!" The fifteen-year-old placed the tip of the penis on his tongue but left his mouth open. A trickle of urine flowed over his tongue. His new brothers were at his mouth, probing with their broad tongues to get a taste.

The flow ceased. Mike sighed in relief. Bunny tapped Mike's cock on Rob's nose to deposit a few remaining drops of urine. Rod was there in a flash to lick it off.

The four Tarnow men maneuvered, bringing them face to face with Mike. Lucky had faded. Drew began by caressing Mike's face and declaring his love for his friend. They shared a soft, wet kiss. Bunny went next, with Rob and Rod following afterward.

The five men held each other in silence, hovering a few inches above the bed. Several minutes passed before Mike broke the reverie. "I hope you guys don't think that I forgot about your workouts this morning. R1 and R2, I will evaluate you guys this morning to determine if there should be any changes to your current workout routines. From the look and feel of both your bodies, I doubt that there's much I can add."

The twins blushed. "You like our bodies?" Rob asked shyly?

"Heck yeah," Mike blurted out.

"Does Lucky like our bodies, too," Rod inquired. He got a long swipe of Mike's wet tongue on his face as a reply. Rob and Rob both giggled. "I know that dad has told you this already," Rod continued, "but we want to make sure you understand this applies to all four of us now: you have a standing invitation to our bodies; any time, day or night; whether we are awake or asleep. I can't think of a better way to wake up than with a mouthful of your dick unless it's to wake up with an ass full of your dick. Or, maybe, an ass full of your dick and mouth full of your tongue."

The eager nodding heads of Bunny, Drew, and Rob was almost comical. Mike smiled. "You guys are too much. I love you. I can't believe how quickly these two," he said as he grabbed Rod and Rob by the ass, "fit in so quickly. Now, I would like nothing more than to stay here with you guys all morning, but we have a training session to get through. And I can't let you guys run late today because I promised Yu-Joon and Yu-Jin a special session this morning before they get ready for their date."

Upon hearing the reminder about the Bok brothers' date, Drew catapulted out of bed. "Oh, crap! I forgot about them having a lunch date today with Lenny Putnam! Let's go, boys. Yu-Jin and Yu-Joon are our priority today. Nothing can interfere with their preparations. They get whatever they want today."

Everyone separated and alighted on the master bedroom floor. Erections quickly deflated, but not completely. Rodney and Robin looked a little confused. "Did you say they have a date with Lenny Putnam," Rob asked? "We have a photography teacher at school by that name."

"The one and the same," Drew confirmed. "We met him when Bunny and I were touring the Hulstlander facilities. Yu-Joon was along as our out footman for the day. He and Lenny had an immediate connection. They are both kind, gentle, and romantic souls.

"Lenny asked me to introduce him to Yu-Joon properly, then asked Yu-Joon on a date. He accepted immediately but asked if his brother could join them. Who would turn down a date with two Bok brothers?"

The group moved from the bedroom through the open doorways of the house toward the kitchen to get their pre-workout shakes. Drew and Rob were holding hands while Mike walked with his hands draped on Bunny and Rod's hips, savoring the feel of teenage skin. Rob asked, "Isn't Lenny quite a bit older than they are?"

"Lenny is about thirty-seven years older than Yu-Joon, and about thirty-five years older than Yu-Jin. I think they'll make an adorable threesome if everything works out," Drew offered.

"Hmm," Rob replied. "I never really thought about dating someone that much older. I don't know why. I don't know Mister Putnam, but he seems to be nice. I hope they have a good time."

"There's no telling how hearts become attracted to each other," Drew explained. "You boys know my memories. You know that, even as I was infatuated with Mike in high school, it was his dad that I developed a major crush on.

"I was in seventh heaven when Mike brought his dad over for my first high school Friday night sleepover. Doctor Mitchell was very proper and polite with my parents. They were both taken with him.

When I discovered that he had made love with both my mom and dad in our basement shower and locker room, I was devastated. When my parents watched as I finally got to make love with Doctor Mitchell in our living room, they realized how smitten I was.

"I was a scrawny and goofy thirteen-year-old, but he was sweet and patient with me. I didn't even think about the fact that he was about thirty years older than I. He didn't feel about me the same as I felt about him, but he was sweet and gentle as he broke my heart." Drew laughed at his memory. "That made me love him even more."

Mike laughed along. "He still talks about you, as well as your mom and dad, when we have our weekly Skype chats. Dad and mom are planning to come in from their retirement home in Costa Rica for a visit in a few weeks. I bet he would appreciate getting together with you as well as your three sons. He may be sixty, but I start cumming almost as soon as he sinks his cock into me. Maybe it's just because he's my dad."

"Your dad's cock is pure magic," Drew said wistfully. "I'd look forward to my three boys experiencing that. Mike, let me know when they're coming in, and I'll arrange for my parents to come down for a visit. I'm sure they would both appreciate experiencing his lovemaking as much as I would. Then they can meet their new grandsons, too."

Mike assured his boss that he would do so. They had arrived in the kitchen. Mike retrieved the morning nutritional shakes that undercook Spencer Morris had prepared with the supervision of chief cook and nutritionist Giaccomo Ligetti. Spencer had put them in the under-counter beverage center under the passthrough from the kitchen to the main lounge.

Since Rob and Rod were new to the group, their shakes were generic versions of Drew's. They would get more personalized as the kitchen staff got to know their tastes and needs. Spencer added some avocado leaf extract and fermented neem leaves, along with ground ginger as a nod to their Bahamian heritage.

The guys sipped their shakes as they made their way into the adjoining central stair hall. They admired the three-times-life-size portrait of Tuer Shen. In turn, they each honored him by retrieving a precious stone from a bowl on the altar table beneath the painting and placing it in a small golden trough in the center of the table. Drew offered three flawless diamonds in gratitude for his three sons.

The group proceeded downstairs, where the gyms, saunas, and massage rooms were located. It was the one area of the house the Poindexter twins had yet to see.

Rod and Rob were impressed, but not surprised, by the abundant state-of-the-art equipment arranged in the main room of the gym suite. A second room was a seventy-foot-long padded corridor used for tumbling runs, pulling massive tires, or working the upper body with heavy ropes. A third room contained step boxes, yoga mats, exercise balls, and the like. Beyond that was a room of the same size that was empty save for dance barres mounted on the long mirrored wall.

"Do you teach dance, too," asked an eager Robin.

"I don't," Mike allowed. "We are looking for a dance and movement coach. Is dance something that would interest you? Tim Swann is anxious for us to hire someone to help him improve his balance and flexibility for diving."

Robin grabbed his twin's forearm. "We both have been concentrating on strength and mass. I think we have been ignoring flexibility and balance. Maybe dance classes would help with that?"

Mike rubbed Robin's side and patted his mounded ass. "That is very perceptive of you to want to pay attention to flexibility and balance. Most people ignore those skills. They can be essential for athletes like yourselves."

Rodney chimed in, "The dance instructor at Hulstlander sometimes runs drills with the sports teams. I always enjoy that."

Drew's ears pricked up. "Hey, Mike, maybe you can talk to that guy to see if he would be willing to work for us part-time, or maybe he knows someone equally qualified whom he could recommend? If Hulstlander hired him, he must be the best."

"I bet Mister Wentworth would be happy to talk to you, dad," Rod enthused. "He's super nice. We can give him a call later this morning. We exchanged numbers the last time we fucked. Dancers make excellent sex partners, you know."

"That's true," Bunny agreed. "I've been with a few." The two nodded at each other with the mien of observing macroeconomic trends rather than discussing their myriad sex partners.

"That's settled then," Drew said. "Rod, please call – what was his name again?"

"Perry Wentworth," Rod offered.

"Thank you," Drew said. "Please call Perry Wentworth and ask if he would talk to Mike. Now, let's get our workouts done so that Mike can spend time with Yu-Jin and Yu-Joon."

Drew and Bunny spent the next ninety minutes working their lower bodies and getting in some cardio. Mike gave them direction from time to time but spent most of his time observing Rod and Rob. He used his ever-present ultra-high-definition camera to take stills and videos of the twins, dictating his observations as he recorded.

Both Poindexters were impressed with Mike's keen eye and knowledge. They also appreciated his hands-on approach to training and the many moments of full-body contact as he demonstrated the proper form for an exercise. Drew and Bunny also received several skin-on-skin tutorials, not because they needed it, so much as they all enjoyed it.

Mike and the twins enjoyed watching the asses of both Bunny and Drew open and close on the leg press machines. It took great willpower not to dive into those sweaty crevices.

By the time their session drew to a close, all five guys were pumped, drenched, and had throbbing erections. Mike's sheen of sweat was a cocktail contributed as much from his four students as from his own exertion.

Mike took more posed photos of the twins for the official documentation of their progress. Drew and Bunny stood nearby, not wanting to miss a second.

Carl Swann, the grooming valet, entered the gym with his nephew Tim. Carl was hard, as usual. Tim looked flushed, as though he had already had quite a workout. Bunny looked over and smiled: he knew Tim's ravenous appetite for anal penetration, and assumed that his uncles, Carl and Mitch, his father Russ, and their fiancé Marcus Robinson had all had their turns at his ass this morning.

It seemed that Tim couldn't get out of bed unless he had at least three good rounds of fucking. Bunny wrapped his arms around the fourteen-year-old and pressed his crotch against Tim's. "Good morning, love," Bunny whispered after a tongue-filled kiss. "You look as if you've had quite a busy morning. Good for you!"

Tim laughed. "I've gotten some good energy from the Swann triplets as well as our fiancé. But I can always use more energy if you're willing to impart some."

"I am always as willing as you are," Bunny laughed along. "Do you want to go now or wait until after your workout?"

Tim rubbed his face against Bunny's sweat-drench head. "Can we do both? I love it when you make love to me while you're all sweaty."

Bunny turned toward Drew. "Hey, Dad? Tim and I are going to go fuck in the steam room. Do you want to join us?"

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I need to discuss something with Carl first."

Tim turned his head as he was dragging Bunny by the hand. "Don't wait too long, Uncle Drew. I want you while you're still all sweaty, too."

Drew laughed and gave him a thumb's up.

Carl wrapped Drew in a tight embrace. "Good morning, Drew. What can I do for you?"

"First, my love, I need some kissing. Then we'll talk," Drew responded, running his hands all over Carl's back and ass before guiding the valet's face to his own. "I love you, Carl."

They spent several minutes in a kiss filled with equal portions of quiet love and roiling lust. By the time they separated, both men's eyes were brimming with the emotion of their mutual love.

"I can't seem to get enough of you, Mister boss man," Carl sighed.

"I wouldn't want you to," Drew giggled. "Except for this morning. I want you to spend time with the Bok brothers to help them look their best for their lunch date. Do whatever you have to do. Use all our best stuff. Of course, they are already beautiful; but, I want Lenny Putnam to be stunned by their beauty."

Carl kissed Drew briefly, but with the same intensity as before.

"We're already on it, Drew. Obasi talked to Sid and me last night. He said that he was certain that you would want Yu-Joon and Yu-Jin to have whatever they wanted."

Drew smiled as he rubbed noses with Carl. "Yes. Anything they want. Our best jewelry, clothing – though I doubt they will wear anything – cosmetics. Everything we have."

Carl flicked his tongue into Drew's nose. "Oba is in their bedroom now to give them his special facial. His beautiful black penis is going to rub his cum into each of their faces until they have a complete mask. They will keep it on for their workouts; then, I will bathe them and give them manicures and pedicures before we do their hair."

Drew buried his face in the crook of Carl's neck and panted, then grunted. The memory of Oba's thirteen-inch penis massaging it's freshly delivered cum into Drew's face in a slow, loving ritual brought Drew to orgasm. He ejaculated three times, hitting Carl on the bottom of his chin each time. Carl grabbed his boss's long blond hair and held tight.

"Exactly," Carl replied with a smirk.

After a minute of panting, Drew collected his wits. "Thank you, my love. I should have known better than to think that you would need direction from me. You guys are better than I could have hoped."

Carl responded with another kiss. "Now, Drew, I had best get my workout in so I can prepare for the Boks' procedures. You need to go give my nephew a good fucking. Don't make love to him this morning. He's already had enough lovey-dovey. Just plow his hole good and hard. You know how he likes it."

"Aye-aye, sir," Drew mocked. He looked down to see his eleven-inch penis still burbling with cum. By the time Bunny got done with Tim, Drew should be ready to go again. He looked at his cum coating Carl's torso. "Do you want to rinse off before your workout?"

"No way, Drew," Carl replied. "I relish having your cum all over me, especially when it mixes with my sweat. I'm sure Mike also will enjoy it when he rubs against me."

Drew laughed and shook his head as he exited the gym's main room, entering the triangular changing hall. He felt the satisfying tickle of his cum running down his shaft and drizzling off his hairless balls. Tyler Leland, the eighteen-year-old high school baseball phenom who has a summer job as a groundskeeper, had just put the last of his clothing in a cubby and was pulling on his wrist braces.

"Good morning, Drew," Tyler chirped while observing a string of cum pendulating from the scrotum of the sweaty man before him. "It looks as though you've had a good workout this morning."

That elicited a hearty laugh. "I did, Ty, thank you. But I have been summoned to the steam room for another workout with Tim."

"It will be a workout for sure," Tyler agreed. "I fucked Tim last night at the welcoming party. He is quite a demanding partner. But he gives as good as he gets. I'll give him credit for that."

"Fucking Tim will probably burn as many calories as Mike coaxed out of me this morning, " Drew agreed. "Speaking of fucking, I thought you were going to drop into our bedroom last night to fuck me?"

Drew stood a foot away from the young man and stared into his green eyes.

"Oh, well, see, I didn't think you'd want me intruding on your first night with Rod and Rob," Tyler stammered. "However, I have to admit that I was a little curious about whether I had put away all their stuff to their satisfaction. I'm sure Stratfield would have told me if I hadn't."

Drew touched his lips to Tyler's. "You were sweet to volunteer to help move their belongings and unpack the van once you all got back. Thank you for that. And you are considerate to allow us to spend our first night together. But please promise me that you will visit our bed the next time you sleep over."

Tyler looked down at his rising penis. "I promise. I look forward to it."

That response prompted another kiss from Drew. "As a matter of fact, consider this an open invitation to sleep over whenever you like. You don't have to clear it with anyone or ask permission. Just stay with us. If you don't want to spend the entire night in our bed, you are free to move on to other bedmates. I'm certain no one will turn you down."

A full-body blush blossomed on the teen. His nine-and-a-half-inch thin penis stood straight up. "You're very kind, Drew. Perhaps I'll stop by after my cousin's birthday party tonight, if you're sure you want me."

The third kiss became sloppy as the two men took turns exploring each other's mouths. Ty felt an electric tingle where Drew's cum-coated dick touched him. Bunny was the only other guy whose cum could do that. What was it about this father and son?

"Oh, Ty, I want you," Drew declared after they separated. "I am very sure."

A final kiss and tight embrace sealed the deal. Tyler and Drew exited the changing room in opposite directions, each looking forward to their promised coupling with great enthusiasm.

 

Thanks to the readers who asked me to continue this story. I hope you continue to find these chapters 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 an email to hauptwerk88@gmail.com if you're interested in getting a link to a DropBox folder containing the images.