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. Instead, the author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.

Life at Warren Hill

Chapter Twenty-Three

Saturday afternoon, Warren Hill

Duncan Rhys-Bowman, the thirty-eight-year-old Under Butler, came into the large reception room where Drew and his three sons, Rodney, Robin, and Tianbao, usually known as Bunny, were milling about. The men admired each other's flowered hair and various accessories meant to emulate stereotypical California hippie vibes.

"Gentlemen, I am informed that the car is three minutes out," Rhys-Bowman intoned. "Stratfield is out front with everything set for Sky's arrival."

Drew would have expected nothing less from his beloved Butler, whose subtle yet meticulous attention to detail seemed superhuman. He gestured to the three teens to follow him with a dramatic twirl, billowing his harem cloth dressing gown behind him.

The see-through cheesecloth robe had no belt, so it hung open, especially since he wore it shrugged off his mounded shoulders. His substantial hairless musculature was uncovered in the front, and the rest of his body was barely obscured as the flimsy robe fluttered across the immaculate terrazzo floor, extending about ten feet behind him.

White orchids pinned to the hems that descended from his shoulders to below his knees were the only thing giving it weight. His nipple-length hair was adorned with daisies and baby's breath, with some of the tresses loosely tied with a hemp cord.

Accenting braided hemp bracelets with natural pearls adorned his wrists and ankles.

The boys sported their flower crowns and various macrame hemp bracelets and ties around biceps and thighs. Each boy wore a choker with Sky's name spelled with natural pearls. They were otherwise naked.

"I hope he likes it here, dad," Rob said softly. "I hope he likes us. What if he doesn't like us?"

Drew kissed the cheek of the younger of the Bahamian twins he adopted a few days ago. "The only thing we can do is to love him and support him. If he decides he doesn't like Warren Hill, he will be free to go with our blessing."

Bunny put his arm around his sixteen-year-old brother. "Who doesn't like you, Rob? Everyone loves you, especially me. If Sky is as nice as Parker says he is, he'll be in love with you by the time he gets out of the car.

The group had made their way around the stone fountain in the Entrance Hall and outside to stand under the port cochere as directed by Stratfield the Butler.

Drew looked left, down the rising, curving driveway to see five gateways crossing above it, about sixty feet apart. They consisted of an eight-inch diameter Lucite bar propped fourteen above the driveway atop a pair of Lucite tripods. Hanging in the center of each tripod was a ball of sky blue hydrangeas with white satin ribbons dancing lazily in the hot breeze.

Letters were hanging from each gate, completely covered front and back by white roses. Drew strained to read backward: "Welcome to," "Warren Hill," "We Love You," "Sky."

There were heart shapes covered in red roses all around Sky's name. It might have been cloying had it not been executed so well and with tasteful restraint.

Drew kissed Stratfield's cheek. "I love it!"

"It was Eddy's idea," the Butler replied, referring to Land Steward, thirty-one-year-old Edgar Thompson. "He and Izzy designed it, and all the groundskeepers were eager to help."

Drew kissed Stratfield once more. "They will all get kisses, too, later."

Stratfield smiled, knowing the ground crewmen were likely to get a lot more than kisses.

All eyes turned to the driveway to spy a sky blue 1959 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz convertible making a slow trek toward the house, giving its passengers plenty of time to read the flowery signs and take in the scenery.

Much like the private jet that brought Sky, Parker, Bruiser, and Mitch home, Drew was unaware that he owned a sky blue classic Cadillac. He presumed that it was a recent "acquisition," say, in the last hour or so.

The convertible looked as if it were fresh from the factory. It was decorated with a wreath on its low grill and was strung with floral garlands to its tall pointy tailfins as if it were carrying the grand marshall of a parade. The drop-top was followed by three other Warren Hill vehicles, keeping a respectful distance.

The Eldorado, converted to electric drive, rolled silently to a halt in the blessed shade of the port cochere as the trailing vehicles took a minor side road to go to the back of the two-hundred-acre estate.

Parker and Sky were seated on a long cushion on the rear deck.

Footmen Marcus and Jaleel waited on either side of the car to open doors and assist the occupants on their exit. Their services were not required as Parker Matthews, the Second Undercook, swung his legs over the side, hopped off the back of the car on the passenger side, and hoisted his teenage boyfriend into his embrace.

"Here we are!"

Both men wore cotton twill shorts and sandals and had abandoned their shirts in the car.

Drew approached with his arms open, his robe wafting behind him, leaving his naked magnificence visible. Bunny, Rodney, and Robin stood by smiling, waiting for a cue to greet the pair. Stratfield stood a few steps back, holding a tray with two floral crowns identical to the ones worn by three boys.

"Babe," Parker said to his love, "I'd like you to meet Andrew Tarnow, Master of Warren Hill, my boss, and my very close friend."

The blond sixteen-year-old stood, drinking in the sight of all the naked flesh before him. Unlike many social trends, California was behind the East Coast in adopting more relaxed rules about casual nudity. The idea of Natural Boys – teenage boys who go naked out in public most or all the time – was more of a curiosity than a daily occurrence on the West Coast, at least for now.

The Master of Warren Hill waited enthusiastically, keeping his arms open. Sky took another few moments before timidly stepping into Drew's embrace.

"Welcome, Sky," Drew enthused with a tight hug. Then he held Sky's face in his hands, ensuring eye contact. "I am thrilled that you have chosen to live with us. I promise to keep you safe and give you everything you need to grow into the man you want to be. I love you, Sky."

A soft kiss on each cheek punctuated Drew's proclamation. Then another long embrace ensued.

"You love me?" Sky asked. "We just met."

"Of course I love you. Parker loves you. I love Parker. Ergo, I love you. I have decided it, and you can't change my mind," Drew pontificated.

The two stood wrapped tightly around each other. Drew felt Sky moving as he quietly sobbed.

"Let it all out, my love," Drew cooed. "Let go of everything except the love that surrounds you here."

Drew joined in the crying jag, feeling it was impolite to let Sky cry alone. All the guys had moist eyes.

Eventually, Sky pulled back to look at Drew. "Can you love a big crybaby?"

Bunny guffawed. The twins smirked while Stratfield tried to stifle a snicker.

"Dad's the biggest crybaby you will ever meet," Bunny explained.

Sky looked at Drew's wet face. The evidence was irrefutable. The teen leaned up to place a soft kiss on Drew's lips. Drew reciprocated, soon sliding his tongue into Sky's mouth to get a proper taste of his new friend.

Sky was an eager but inexperienced kisser. That would change soon.

The kiss ended with both men breathless. Sky's initial reaction was to be embarrassed, but when he looked around, all he could see was encouragement, including from Parker.

"May I decorate your pretty hair with some flowers, my love," Drew asked.

Sky looked around once more. "Should I take off my clothes?"

"Yes!" shouted Bunny. He got a silent rebuke from his father.

"You will wear – or not wear – whatever makes you comfortable," Drew instructed. We are generally naked while at home, but that is our choice. If you choose differently, we will all respect you, and nobody will pressure you to change your mind," Drew addressed the last phrase to his youngest son.

"Park," Sky turned to his boyfriend, "Are you usually naked?"

"Yes, babe, except when I wear an apron to cook," Parker replied.

"Well," Sky reasoned, "I often went around naked at home when mom wasn't around, so I guess it's not a huge leap." He stood for a moment, then unfastened his shorts and removed them and his underwear. "What should I do with these," he asked.

"Toss them into the car, Master Bleue," Stratfield replied with his practiced officious tone, "The staff will see to them."

"Thank you, sir," Sky replied. Parker did likewise with his shorts.

Drew picked up a floral crown and affixed it to Sky's sun-bleached blond hair. He tilted his head to Stratfield, who was still holding a tray with Parker's flowers.

"This is our beloved Stratfield, Warren Hill's Butler," Drew explained. "I have asked Stratfield and his boss, Obasi Ekwensi the House Steward, to see to your comfort. If I find out that you are uncomfortable in any way, Stratfield and Obi will be thrown into the dungeon!"

Sky looked between Stratfield and Drew, his eyes wide in surprise. "No. No. I'll be fine. I know it. You've already done so much for me," the teen almost begged.

Bunny laughed. "That would be so cool if we had a dungeon!"

Drew laughed along while Sky exhaled with relief, catching onto the joke.

"You'd be the first one in it, Bunny," Drew said.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Bunny conceded.

"Anyway," Drew continued, "Let's get these flowers on your head, Parker, then we can go through introductions and go inside for some lunch."

Parker gladly accepted his floral crown and a passionate kiss from Drew. They proclaimed their love to each other, with Parker adding repeated thanks for helping Sky. Both men were erect by the time they separated. Drew's eleven inches stood almost vertical. Parker's seven-and-a-half inches were tapping on his concave stomach.

Young Mister Bleue got an eyeful as he marveled at the size of Drew's cock. "We seem to have that effect on each other a lot," Parker said as he stroked Drew's penis a few times. "Feel this, Sky. It's a natural wonder."

Sky hesitated.

"Go ahead if you want to," Drew encouraged. "As I've told all the others at Warren Hill, you can always count on my consent for anything you might want to do: stroke me, blow me, fuck me, kiss me, even a little kiss and cuddle. My body is yours to do as you please, any time day or night."

Sky placed his hand barely around Drew's girth, joining with Parker. The three men smiled at each other, all enjoying the closeness.

"So, anyway, you've met Stratfield, our Butler, whom I love with all my heart," Drew continued with both men's hands still feeling his erection. "Giaccomo Ligetti, our Cook and nutritionist, is Parker's boss. Stratfield is Cook's boss. He has exacting standards, which Cook and Parker always meet. Stratfield hires only the best men. That's why Parker is here."

Drew's penis got appreciative squeezes.

"Now, I'd like you to meet my sons." Drew walked toward the three naked teens, Parker and Sky following along still gripping his erection, which was now moist. He stopped at Rodney and placed his hand on Rod's deep black chest. "This is Rodney, the oldest of my beloved ..."

Drew stopped speaking and began to cry again. "I sometimes don't know what to do with all the love I have for my children except to cry it out. Bunny is right, I am the biggest crybaby you'll ever meet, and I'm proud of it."

"I love you, dad," Rod whispered as he stepped forward to kiss his father with all the passion he could muster. Parker and Sky finally relinquished their grip on Drew's penis so that he could melt into his son's embrace. They kissed for a full minute before stepping apart.

Rod turned to Skyler. "I'm happy to meet you. I hope we'll become good friends."

Sky looked up and noticed the choker with his name spelled out in pearls. A glance to the side showed that all three boys wore matching collars, which made Sky smile. He returned his gaze to Rod's sparkling golden brown eyes, then closed the distance to kiss him. They kissed for a long time, sampling each other's flavors, just as Drew and Sky had done before.

"Wow," Sky said breathlessly, "You kiss just like your dad."

"Really?" Rod said with genuine surprise. "That's, like, the highest compliment. I love the way dad kisses."

The two noticed that they were both erect. "Your erection looks just like your dad's, too," Sky observed with a deep blush.

"That's an even higher compliment," Rod enthused. I love the way dad's cock feels in my mouth and my ass. Thank you. Oh, by the way, what dad said about feeling free to do anything to him anytime you want goes for me as well."

Sky giggled, then wrapped the elder twin's eleven-inch penis in his grip. "Can I confess something to you, Rod?"

"Yes, but you don't have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I'm embarrassed to admit that you are the first Black man I've kissed, and I never touched a Black man the way I'm touching you. My mom said that `the races' shouldn't mix," Sky said nervously.

Rod sighed. "Well, what do you think now?"

"I think my mom is an idiot, and I'm glad to be rid of her bigotry. I hope it's not too late for me."

Robin stepped up and smiled. "If you think your first Black man is good, wait until you kiss your second one! It will rock your world."

Sky laughed. "I hope you're not overpromising!"

"There's only one way to find out."

Sky let go of Rod and kissed Rob. He remained engaged with Rob for even longer than he had with Rod. When the kiss ended, Sky grabbed both twins' penises. "It's not fair to ask me to compare, especially after just one sample of each. I'm going to need a lot more data."

Everyone laughed except Bunny, who was pouting. He folded his arms, causing his biceps and pecs to bulge. "It's not fair! I want kisses too." Bunny pointed to the full erection induced by watching his brothers kiss Sky. "I have an erection, too, Sky. See? They're not the only ones."

Drew addressed Sky. "And this emotionally needy man-child is my baby, Tianbao. We all call him Bunny."

Sky looked at Bunny, who stood with his pelvis thrust, presenting his eleven-inch erection for inspection. Although he had recently turned fifteen, Bunny's musculature had the appearance of a nineteen-year-old bodybuilder who had been devoted to the sport since childhood. Bunny's throbbing erection looked and felt the same as Drew's and the twins. But Sky had a reaction to it that he couldn't explain. "It's amazing."

"Thank you," Bunny replied as if it were the most obvious thing. "You can kiss me whenever you're ready."

The newest Warren Hill resident made himself ready in a hurry. He thought he knew what to expect after having kissed Drew, Rod, and Rob. Bunny's tongue was equally talented and able to reach as far back into his throat as the others. But, there was an electrical charge passing between the two teens. He felt embraced by the wind itself.

A minute into the deep kiss, Sky felt himself lurching into an orgasm as his hands roamed Bunny's mounded ass. He shot five loads to their necks and over their torsos. They pulled apart as Sky panted himself back to earth. "Amazing," was all he could utter.

Drew turned to his youngest. "Bunny! What did you do?"

"Me? I didn't do anything," the fifteen-year-old demigod protested.

"Why does it seem that everyone who kisses you ends up shooting jizz all over the place," Drew snapped.

"I don't know. Did I do something wrong?" Bunny wondered.

Sky snapped to attention. "No! You did everything right. Does this happen often?"

"All the time," Parker said, laughing. "Let me clean you up."Parker licked his boyfriend clean, then moved to Bunny, ensuring that he got all the cum. He thought that, maybe, possibly, some of Sky's cum got onto the tip of Bunny's penis, so he licked that, too, and sucked it clean for good measure.

Drew chuckled at the scene and addressed his youngest again. "You need to concentrate on being less sexy, adorable, and irresistible. Please, just try."

Drew and Bunny kissed, instantly emanating golden light, caressed by a fragrant light breeze.

Sky looked mesmerized. He had no idea what was happening, but he intuited what it meant. It was the same spark and glow he felt when he kissed Bunny, but times a million.

The father and son, whose minds were transparent to each other, silently demonstrated the power of Tuer Shen to their new friend, breaking their kiss after only a few moments. They had accomplished their task.

"Let's go in for lunch, shall we? I think we all worked up an appetite," Drew suggested.

*******

Glass double doors were held open by Marcus and Jaleel, the morning footmen. They had volunteered to extend their shift so that brothers Yu-Jin and Yu-Joon Bok, the midday footmen, could go on a date with Lenny Putnam, Hulstlnder Academy's photography teacher.

Both Jaleel and his husband chose to dress in Warren Hill's optional footman's uniform: a foot-wide sarong of silk voile tied low around the hips and draping down the right leg. The twenty gram per square meter fabric veritably floated around the men.

Marcus's six-foot-three tanned German Teutonic body sported a bright purple sarong, while Jaleel, who stood a half-inch shorter, had his medium Black skin set off by an orange one of equal intensity. The voile was so thin that it was easy to see the matching twenty-karat-gold split cockrings the husbands like to wear. The jewelry helped plump their matching penises to about five inches and made their hairless balls more prominent.

The central part of a footman's duty is to be attractive, and they were both fulfilling their duty admirably.

Skyler couldn't help but stop in the four-story Entrance Hall to look around with mouth agape at the modern home. His eyes caught the Chinese antique tapestries to his left and right above the closet and powder room doors just inside the glass entry doors. On the adjacent walls facing the back of the house hung a collection of Sino-Asian armor, spears, shields, and martial paintings.

They moved past the harp and ebony Bösendorfer Grand 225 piano straddling the Entrance Hall and Reception Room into the sizeable airy room, with several tiers of modern chandeliers hanging from the thirty-eight-foot ceiling.

Rhys-Bowman stood ready with a tray of icy glasses of strawberry margaritas with just a hint of tequila. Stratfield picked up a tray from the pass-through to the kitchen and walked about offering bib lettuce cups holding grilled shrimp sprayed with a light vinaigrette or smoked grape tomato and mango ceviche with chipotle glaze.

Smiles broke out all around as the men enjoyed the smokey and mildly spicy nibbles balanced by the sweet icy drinks.

Parker knicked into the kitchen to greet Spencer Morris, the First Undercook, who was preparing lunch since Cook had the day off. The five-foot-nine thirty-year-old Black man greeted his friend enthusiastically with a kiss.

"You shouldn't be in the kitchen today, Park," Spencer admonished. "You're a guest today."

"I know. I know," Parker replied. "I can't help it. Besides, I need to thank you for your hard work today. What are we having, by the way?"

"Aha!" retorted Spencer. "You just want to know what's to eat. You don't care about me, you weasel!"

Both men laughed as two young kitchen assistants joined in the merriment while they continued their assigned tasks.

"I love you, Spence. You know that," insisted Parker. "Do you have a moment now to come out to meet Sky?"

"Of course. Just for a minute, though. I have to get back to the main course."

"What are you making," Parker tried again.

Spencer laughed as he removed his apron and kicked off his clogs so that he was fully naked. "You just hush with your questions," he said, his Georgia accent spilling out.

Parker glanced at his lithe friend. He never tired of taking in Spencer's absolutely marble solid abs, which made his cute outie belly button stand out even more and look even more adorable.

Spencer and Parker walked into the reception room holding hands. They found Sky popping two more lettuce-wrapped shrimp into his mouth, smiling at them as he chewed.

"Babe, I want you to meet Spencer Morris, the First Undercook, and my dear friend. Sky swallowed quickly, took a swig of his margarita, wrapped Spencer in a tight embrace, and kissed his lips.

Spencer reciprocated the embrace as he assessed that Sky was pretty much an eight-year-younger version of Parker. He enjoyed sampling the strawberry margarita from Sky's lips and mouth.

When they broke the kiss, Sky placed his lips on Spencer's throat, neck, shoulders, and chest, sniffing and inhaling as he progressed.

"I'm missing something," Sky said. "I just can't pin it down."

"What are you missing, babe," Parker asked.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be missing it," Sky stuck out his tongue. "I'm getting the shrimp and mangos from the appetizers. But I also taste and smell crab, mushrooms, spinach, garlic, and some kind of sheep's milk cheese. Is that what we're having for lunch?"

Everyone in the room turned to look at Skyler. Spencer stood dumbstruck.

"Wow," the First Undercook finally exclaimed, "You are a younger, cuter, smarter, and much more perceptive version of your oafish boyfriend."

Parker asked, "You could get all that from tasting and sniffing?"

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious," Sky replied.

Parker began to lick and sniff Spencer. Sky went back for more. They went around his hair, face, neck, shoulders, chest, arms, and abdomen.

"Wow, babe, you're right," Park observed, "I get it all now."

They went back for another round of Spencer's flavors. He tolerated it for another couple of minutes. "Would everyone please stop licking and sniffing me? Please? Thank you!"

Bunny laughed. "That's not what you said this morning."

Spencer rolled his eyes and laughed. He managed to extricate himself from the twenty-four-year-old and sixteen-year-old blond surfer dudes and make his way back to the kitchen.

"I hope you enjoy your fried bologna sandwiches," he called over his shoulder.

The party continued another ten minutes until Stratfield gave Drew the signal.

"Lunch is ready. Let's get our bologna sandwiches, shall we," Drew joked.

*****

They strolled into the family reception room, which adjoins the formal reception room through a fifteen-foot-wide opening two stories high. The family room is square, fifty feet on each side, but set at a forty-five-degree angle to the rest of the house. A corner is truncated to form an adjoining wall to the kitchen, where a doorway and nearby pass-through give easy access.

The center of the room holds a limestone fireplace with openings on all four sides. Two long L-shaped sectionals surround three sides of the fireplace, while a tufted bench roughly the size of a queen mattress is on the fourth.

Except for a ten-foot-wide balcony running from above the doorway to the kitchen to doors leading out to the second-floor porches, the room is open to the second floor, with the ceiling comprised primarily of skylights. A steel and glass spiral staircase at the far end gives access to the balcony.

Three simple dining tables are placed near the kitchen, each seating six and set askew at differing angles. Today one is set for lunch, while the other two hold only large white orchid centerpieces. This is where Drew and the boys typically eat meals and snacks when they are not in the kitchen.

Sky relaxed as he studied the generously proportioned room. It was chic and obviously benefitted from the finest materials and craftsmanship, but it felt comfortable and homey.

Drew shrugged off his dressing gown and tossed it to the tufted bench. Rhys-Duncan retrieved it before it could settle and withdrew from the room.

Drew stood comfortably naked behind a chair at one end of the table and invited Sky to take the chair to his right as his honored guest. Parker would sit to Sky's right. Bunny wanted to sit between his brothers, so he told Robin to take the seat at the end opposite Drew, while Bunny sat opposite Parker and Rodney sat to Drew's left, opposite Sky.

As the seating was sorted out, Marcus and Jaleel appeared, tugging on fresh pairs of white gloves. They would be serving lunch today under Stratfield's gaze.

Everyone knows that a well-trained footman should be capable of serving up to six diners. Stratfield noticed how Sky repeatedly eyed the handsome husbands, so he told both of them to serve and keep themselves visible, which they were happy to do for their new friend.

Marcus moved around the table, filling glasses with sparkling watermelon water as Drew surveyed the table set with heavy Vietri Alfresco dinnerware that looked fun and summery.

Jaleel appeared at Drew's left and set down a matching salad plate with a mesclun salad made with greens and herbs harvested only an hour ago.

Stratfield caught Jaleel's eye as he went to the pass-through for the next plate. The Butler tapped his left forearm as he glanced at Sky. Jaleel knew that Stratfield determined that Sky is lefthanded and needs to be served from the right and removed from the left.

Marcus had finished with the beverages and began to place salads in front of Robin at the far end of the table, then Bunny, who is also lefthanded, and finally Rodney.

The two footmen then stood near the tufted bench and verified that Sky would have an unobstructed view of each of them. The teen's numerous glances toward both of them brought smiles to all three.

"So, Sky," Drew asked as they enjoyed their salad, "Have we gotten your accommodations straightened out? We have numerous rooms available all over the grounds. You don't have to make a final decision immediately. You can move around as often as you'd like."

Sky turned to his right to smile at his boyfriend. Parker looked to Drew. "If it's fine with you, Sky will move into my room in the staff dorm next to Oba's cottage.."

"Yes, of course, it's fine with me," Drew insisted. "Whatever makes you happy."

Warren Hill's staff dorms were situated similarly to the second floors of the guest bunkhouses. There were two long bedrooms on either side of the central stair, each with three king beds. There were individual lavatories at the back but a large open shower room, open to both bedrooms, with six showerheads and sinks.

"I'm sure your roommates will welcome Sky enthusiastically," Drew concluded.

"Well, the Bok brothers are in the one bed. Izzy (one of the grounds crew) and Spencer used to share the other bed. But Izzy has pretty much moved into Eddy's cottage," Parker explained, referring to Edgar Thompson, the Land Steward. "Spencer and I have been bunking together the past couple of weeks."

"So, it will be the three of us in bed," Sky asked.

"Spencer told me he would move back to the other bed to make room for you," Parker answered. "But the bed is large enough for the three of us, if that's what you'd prefer."

"I do like the way he tastes," Sky giggled.

"I do, too," Parker added.

"I do, three," Bunny couldn't resist contributing.

"Would you mind sharing me," Sky asked timidly?

"What do you mean, babe?"

"I mean, would you get mad or jealous if I had sex with Spencer," Sky asked.

"I still don't understand. You're not my property. It's none of my concern who else you have sex with. You're free to have sex – and maybe even fall in love – with as many men as you want. Do you think that would have any effect on our love?

"I mean," continued Parker, "Does it bother you that I have sex with Spencer ... and Drew, and Rob, and Rod, and Bunny, and Marcus, and Jaleel, and Stratfield, and Rhys-Bowman, and everyone else? It never even crossed my mind that having a few dozen – or a few hundred – other sex partners would affect my commitment to you. If anything, all that experience makes me a better lover for you."

The room grew silent. Skyler was deep in thought. He finally broke the tense quiet, "But, my mom said ... . Shit. She's an idiot."

"That's the consensus," Drew quipped. "I don't mean to embarrass you, Sky. I realize that we are a much more open family than some. May I ask how many sex partners you've had so far?"

"Just Parker," Sky answered timidly. "Is that bad?"

Drew laughed. "No, it's not bad. Parker is a great lover."

All around the table enthusiastically nodded in agreement.

"Have you wanted to have sex with other men but felt some sort of shame or guilt about it," Drew asked.

"Oh yeah, all the time," Sky blurted out. "I mean, there are so many hot guys. But my mom said ... ."

Sky stopped, then burst out laughing. "I need an exorcism!"

The room erupted in laughter as Marcus and Jaleel removed the salad plates and utensils. Water glasses were refilled. After an appropriate interval, the footmen placed the main course in front of each diner.

Spencer appeared in the doorway, having doffed his apron and shoes once more, and was quickly invited in by a nod from Stratfield. The First Undercook stood behind Sky's chair and placed his hands on the teen's shoulders.

"Have you determined what you missed, my friend?"

Sky's look of delight illuminated the table. "Roasted tomatoes!" he almost shouted. "How could I have missed them, especially since they're grilled, which gives them extra piquancy."

All six diners dug into their enormous roasted heirloom tomatoes. They were stuffed to overflowing with a mixture of lump crab, wilted spinach, chopped crimini mushrooms, all bound together with crumbled Manchego cheese and topped with herbed breadcrumbs drizzled with garlic oil.

A spiral of thin slices of fresh cucumber dusted with paprika surrounded each tomato.

"I can't believe I missed the tomatoes," Sky repeated. "May I try again?"

Spencer stepped to Sky's left, offering his body for the teen's amusement. "Have at it."

Sky's mouth was conveniently at the level of Spence's rock-hard flat abs. He blew raspberries on the Undercook's belly, laughing at the vibrations on his lips, realizing that he probably felt it more than Spencer. Then he went about exploring for flavors and smells.

Spencer placed a hand on Sky's shoulder to encourage him to keep going as he looked at the other diners with amusement. When he met Parker's gaze, the Second Undercook told him, "Sky decided that he wants you to stay in our bed. There's no reason for you to sleep alone. He made up his mind after we told him what a great lover you are."

"Awww, guys! You're too sweet," Spencer said as he stuck out his lower lip. "It's easy to be a good lover with all of you. I love all of you." The Atlanta native felt his four-inch flaccid penis extend to about six inches as Sky tickled his torso with his lips and the guys repeated compliments about his sexual prowess.

A few more minutes of exploration ensued. Spencer's penis was standing eight inches straight out, poking Sky's clavicle, with his ample foreskin just barely exposing his dewy slit.

"I just can't taste or smell those heirloom tomatoes anywhere on your body," Sky exclaimed in frustration. He had been so consumed in his pursuit that he hadn't noticed the erection he induced in Spencer. He cupped Spencer's scrotum and sniffed around his genitals, occasionally sampling with his tongue. "Nothing there, either. It's damned frustrating."

Spencer laughed. He noticed Drew giving a slight shake of his head, waving off Spencer from taking things too far. He took control of his erection with his left hand, denying Sky access. He bounced the tip of his Black eight inches on Sky's freckled nose a few times before holding it away from Sky.

"Maybe, you little imp, it's because I didn't roast the tomatoes," Spencer explained. "Stuart took care of them on the grill in the outdoor kitchen." He punctuated his statement with another bop on Sky's cute nose.

Sky sat up and bopped Spencer's penis with the back of his hand. "You liar!" Sky punctuated his statement with a forceful tug on Spencer's scrotum.

"Ow!" Spencer knelt next to Sky. "I didn't lie to you, babe. I thought you were having too much fun to ruin it for you. I'm sorry if I angered you, Sky. I'm truly sorry."

Sky huffed, trying to portray gruffness. "And to think that you were going to be the second man I had sex with. Now I'm not so sure."

"Second? You mean, like, today?" Spencer tried to understand.

"No," Sky sighed. "The second one ever. It's a long story."

"Oh," Spencer replied, trying to understand how someone who already turned sixteen would have had only one sex partner. He laid his head on Sky's shoulder and hummed sweetly while caressing his face. "I'm sorry, Sky, babe. Please forgive me."

Sky noticed that Spencer began referring to him as "babe," just as Parker does. He couldn't hold back any longer and started snickering. "See, you're not the only one that can tease people, Mister Spencer Morris!"

Spencer joined in the laughter, continuing to caress Sky's face. "I see why Parker loves you so dearly. Does this mean I can still be your second?"

Sky sniffed Spencer's hair. "You come very highly recommended. How can I deny myself." He kissed Spencer's scalp.

Spencer sat up and kissed Sky's lips lightly. "Do you want dessert first? I made a lemon blueberry parfait."

The most challenging decision for a sixteen-year-old is choosing between eating and sex.

"That does sound good. Let's clean up these dishes. Then we can have dessert."

Sky picked up his plate and stood, making to go to the kitchen. Marcus and Jaleel moved in quickly to assist.

Drew looked at Sky. "What are you doing? You're a guest! You don't have to do the dishes."

"But I have to earn my keep," Sky insisted.

"Nobody else around here does," quipped Drew.

"You bitch!" Marcus blurted out as he removed plates. Raucous laughter filled the room.

"But, seriously, Drew, I have to do something. Besides, I'll be living in the staff dormitory, so I should be staff. Can't I work in the kitchen?

"I like cooking, and I want to learn from these guys. Like, why did Spencer use the Glazed Purple Stripe garlic instead of German Porcelain on the breadcrumbs? Would that have been too hot with the crab meat? I don't know. I get curious about those things."

"You could taste that?" Spencer was astounded.

"You're amazing, babe," Parker added.

"I tasted it more when I was licking your body than on the tomato itself," Sky said, belatedly realizing how odd it was for him to talk casually about licking a naked man's body in front of a bunch of other naked men. "The blended flavors in the finished dish made it less distinguishable."

Drew stood, took the plate from Sky's hand, gave it to Jaleel with a grateful smile, then embraced the teen. "I want you to be happy, Sky. If working in the kitchen makes you happy – and doesn't interfere with your schooling – then I'm all for it. Do you also have an interest in agriculture? You could learn a lot from the staff that tends our kitchen gardens and greenhouses."

Sky squealed into Drew's chest. "Can I? When can I start? I won't fall behind, I promise. I don't need much sleep. I'll get up super early so I can help with breakfast. Then I can go to the gardens before school unless I'm swimming. I don't know when swim practice is. I can work around that, right? As I said, I really don't need that much sleep ... ."

Drew kissed him hard on the mouth. It seemed the only way to get him to stop talking.

"Calm down, my love. There's no hurry." Drew kissed him once more, this time with more tenderness. "You are going to be living here for as long as you want. For the rest of your life, if that's what you choose. You can do and learn everything, but not all at once."

Sky melted into Drew's chest. They rocked together for a few moments, grinding their dicks together.

"Drew?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can we have dessert now?"

"Yes, my love." Drew played bongos on Sky's pert little ass. They took their seats once more.

Drew turned to catch Stratfield's eye. The Butler approached carrying a bottle of Beau Joie Demi-Sec champagne in a cut crystal ice bucket.

"I thought you might want some champagne with dessert, sir," Stratfield announced.

Marcus followed with a tray of chilled crystal champagne coupes.

"I love you, Stratfield," Drew confessed to the sixty-year-old Butler who seemed to anticipate his every whim.

"I know, sir."

"Kiss me?" Drew begged.

"I'm on duty, sir."

"You're fired. Now kiss me." Drew solved the problem.

Stratfield bent down to graze Drew's lips. He had to go back for a second taste and a whispered proclamation of love.

"Stratfield?"

"Sir?"

"I have an immediate opening for an experienced Butler. Do you know anyone?" Drew said.

"I will ask around, sir," the once and future Butler replied in his most pompous tone.

Drew smiled as he felt a tear dance down his cheek.

"You really are a big crybaby, aren't you," Sky asked as he leaned over to brush away the tear.

"I am. But I really, really, really love that man," Drew tried to explain.

"I'm beginning to suspect that you really, really, really love everyone," Sky giggled. "That's a wonderful trait. Can you teach me?"

Drew kissed Sky's palm. "First, you decide that you love someone, then you keep doing it."

Drew turned to Stratfield and nodded. The Butler opened the champagne with a flourish and then filled the six coupes. Marcus walked about the table offering a filled glass, remembering to serve Sky and Bunny from the right so they could pick up their glass with their left hand.

"I'd like to offer a toast to Sky," Drew said as he stood. Parker and the boys stood, too, but Parker's hand on Sky's shoulder reminded him to stay seated as the honoree of the toast. Parker then subtlely slid Sky's glass away to remind him not to drink to himself.

"Skyler Bleue, welcome to Warren Hill. You have already made it a better place to live, if, for no other reason than the permanent smile that's on Parker's face."

Parker blushed and shrugged in agreement.

"So," Drew continued, "Let us toast our third Undercook and seventh Assistant Gardener. To Skyler!"

The five men tipped their glassed toward Sky, then took a sip of their champagne. They sat as dessert was served.

Sky couldn't stop himself from moaning while eating his blueberry parfait and sipping champagne. A tear rolled down his right cheek. He was proud to be Warren Hill's newest crybaby.

 Thanks to the readers who asked me to continue this story. I hope you continue to find these chapters entertaining. I'm happy for you to share your thoughts.