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-Four

Saturday afternoon, Warren Hill

 

The welcome luncheon for Sky was a resounding success in Drew's estimation. He sent Parker and Sky to rest and move Sky into their dormitory at the staff bunkhouse near Obasi Ekwensi's cottage. They were asked to return to the Entrance Hall at four o'clock to be shown the main house and grounds, followed by a picnic where Sky could be introduced to the Warren Hill family.

Drew had asked Oba to get the word out for everyone to refrain from gravity-defying antics until the evening when Drew would explain to sixteen-year-old Sky about Tuer Shen and the unique blessings of living at Warren Hill. Parker's sixteen-year-old boyfriend was already on the verge of overload from all the changes in his life the past few days, including his legal emancipation from his mother and moving from California to South Carolina.

Parker and Sky hopped into one of the dozen or so electric carts and scooters scattered about the estate and took off.

Knowing enough to follow his own edict, Drew walked out the front door to find another cart waiting for him. He gave quick but passionate kisses to footmen Marcus Beck and his husband Jaleel Hawkins as they held the doors open for him.

Bunny, Rod, and Rob jumped into a third cart to go to the cottage where their friend and Hulstlander schoolmate Tim Swann lived. Tim's father is Russ Swann, Warren Hill's chief driver. Also living at the cottage are Tim's uncles Carl, the grooming valet, and Mitch, Warren Hill's security chief. The thirty-seven-year-old identical triplets and fourteen-year-old Tim recently welcomed their mutual fiancé, Marcus Robinson, an assistant wrestling coach at Hulstlander Academy's Upper School.

The boys took off, laughing and waving to their dad. Drew decided to proceed at a leisurely pace, enjoying the lush and meticulously maintained landscape. He went around the back of the house, past the three-story "party stack" at the far end of the Olympic length enclosed pool, between the identical guest bunkhouses, and on to the formal gardens.

The hot and humid South Carolina afternoon carried a variety of fragrances for everyone's enjoyment. A stone archway signaled the end of the gardens. New scents from the produce fields excited Drew's senses.

The August sun glinted off the twenty-foot peaks of a row of two dozen thirty-by-ninety-foot greenhouses just visible at the northern property line of the two-hundred-acre estate. Eight were hydroponic greenhouses, while the others were used for seedlings, hybridizing, off-season vegetable production, garden or cutting flowers, and landscape plants.

Each greenhouse could provide a specific environment of temperature, humidity, and even air pressure as determined by Eddy Thompson and his crew. The impact-resistant electrochromic glass changed opacity and tint to provide the perfect lighting for each environment.

Warren Hill grew every kind of vegetable, herb, fruit or nut tree, and berry bush that could be cultivated, whether in the natural or a controlled climate.

At the southeastern corner of the gently rolling property sat a three-story office building fronting Garners Ferry Road, where local employees of the Leveret Foundation kept an eye on some of the hundreds of billions of dollars put to use to advance Tuer Shen's interests. Warren Hill's Estate Manager, Bruno "Bruiser" di Napoli had a suite of offices there.

A few hundred feet from the Leveret offices sat two identical staff "cottages" set at forty-five-degree angles to each other. They were each pristine glass structures forty-eight feet on each side and sixteen feet high. A ninety-six-foot square flat slab roof sheltered each cottage, supported only at its corners by large square columns clad in the same Blanco Dolomiti marble as the main house. They looked like perfectly executed sculptures.

Bruiser and his husband Jackson "Black Jack" Dries lived in the cottage on the left. Land Steward Edgar "Eddy" Thompson lived in the complementing one.

Drew rolled to a stop in the shade of the twenty-four-foot overhang of the roof and looked – literally – through the house. Each of the glass walls was comprised of four twelve-foot-wide and sixteen-foot-high rolling panels, each on its own track. Three-quarters of each wall was rolled out of the way, leaving the house almost entirely open. That made it easy for Drew to listen to an EDM remix of Donna Summer's "I Feel Love" thumping from Eddy's sound system. He stepped away from his electric cart so he could view the structure from various angles.

Movement "inside" the house caught his eye, so he turned once more.

The thirty-one-year-old Land Steward, Eddy Thompson, danced exuberantly with his lover, twenty-two-year-old Isaiah "Izzy" Reynolds. Both men stood at just over six feet. Eddy was muscular and cut but not bulky. His sweaty straight blond hair draped over his shoulders, and he didn't seem to notice that his energetic dancing had sweat running off his naked body, including his ten-and-a-half-inch penis.

Izzy's mocha brown-black skin looked as if it might have been polished and oiled. He had used lasers to stunt every hair follicle on his body, including his scalp. The only exceptions were his eyelashes and eyebrows, which had an almost feminine arch. He was at least as muscled as Eddy, but his body wasn't cut like Eddy's; it had softer lines and more ample curves, with wider hips. One might have been tempted to call him pretty even though there was no doubt he was a man, especially with his ten-and-a-half-inch penis.

Wait.

Drew and Izzy had sex more than a dozen times since Drew and Bunny moved into Warren Hill. Drew remembered Izzy having about an eight-inch penis. Now it mirrored the lovely thick one on his lover. Ahh. Of course. Tuer Shen deigned it should be so as a sign of his approval of their coupling.

While Eddy had good moves and danced with the confidence of someone who spent a thousand nights in dance clubs, Izzy had masculine grace that must have come from years of training. He looked as if he could have been adancer in a Las Vegas review or with a top-tier dance-pop band tour. There wasn't a millisecond of awkwardness or uncertainty about him.

The men danced away from each other, then came together, embracing for a moment and roaming their hands everywhere they pleased. They were demonstrative and loving. Brief kisses accompanied each coupling.

Drew decided not to interrupt their kinetic love, so he turned back to the cart.

"Drew," Izzy called out. Then both men yelled, "COME DANCE WITH US!"

Neither man betrayed any embarrassment or modesty. They began to dance toward their boss, crossing the invisible line between inside and outside. Drew couldn't keep a smile from overspreading his face. Izzy and Eddy seemed genuinely eager to invite him to their party.

The beat of the music moved Drew as he began to dance toward the inviting couple, his hesitancy fading with each step. Within a minute, he had abandoned himself to the unrestrained freedom of dance. Within five minutes, his body was covered in sweat. He couldn't comprehend why that made him want to dance even more.

Eddy embraced Drew and encouraged his twenty-nine-year-old boss to reciprocate. Their bodies slid easily against each other with ample natural lubrication. Hands wandered. Eddy untied Drew's hair and laughed as the flowered hair was tossed back and forth, with some of it plastered to Drew's sweaty face.

Izzy took a few hip-swaying steps on his way over and orchestrated a three-way kiss.

Drew, Izzy, and Eddy danced for the next half hour, sometimes holding one another, other times twirling around each other but always laughing. Drew couldn't remember when he had more unbridled fun moving to the music.

They eventually drew together again and remained kissing and caressing each other, sliding erections over slick abdomens and sampling the flavors of each other's mouths. Drew relished the contrast of Eddy's closely trimmed beard rubbing on his own stubbled face with Izzy's smooth-as-glass face and body.

Eddy waved his hand in front of a control panel set upon a console table. The music began to fade to nothing over the course of a minute.

The three men panted from combined sexual excitement and physical exertion as Eddy guided them to his bed. The trek was uncomplicated since the house had no interior walls except for a square shaft in the center which concealed utilities, a lavatory, a stairwell for roof and basement access, and two closets.

The trio stood next to a king mattress that looked as if it were floating. It sat on a welded steel frame supported by legs embedded into the light grey terrazzo floor. The steel legs were recessed so far that they couldn't be seen without bending over.

There was no question that the men were going to make love on the bed.

"Would anyone like to shower first," Eddy asked, nodding his head toward a four-foot-diameter ring suspended from the sixteen-foot ceiling several steps from where they stood. Eddy touched a screen on the side of the bed frame, causing three dozen low-pressure nozzles to launch gentle arcing streams of warm water. They were aimed off-axis slightly, forming a swirling funnel of water that fell almost silently into a drain grate. The water was illuminated by tiny blue-white lights embedded in the ring. It looked like a meditation water sculpture.

"We worked too hard creating all this flavor just to wash it down the drain," laughed Drew. Izzy slid his luscious tongue along Drew's chest to indicate his agreement. They engaged in a round-robin of licking and kissing for a few minutes before Drew spoke.

"I wanted to come here, my loves, to thank you for your part in Sky's welcoming. The flower-covered signs were beautiful. I could tell that Sky was touched. Everyone in Richland County could tell that Parker was pleased – and relieved to have his love safely with him. His face just beamed. "

Eddy took a moment to remove his mouth from Drew's underarm. "We were happy to participate, weren't we, Izzy?"

Izzy stopped tasting Drew's neck. "We love Parker – and Spencer, of course. We wanted to do everything we could to show our love for them."

"Why are you so beautiful," Drew sighed to Izzy as he cradled the young man's head and began to lick his sweaty shoulder. "Why are you so delicious?"

Eddy moved behind Izzy and licked his other shoulder. "I ask that question all the time."

After tasting Izzy for several moments, Eddy and Drew kissed, generously sharing his flavors between them. All three had throbbing erections by now, but Drew was just getting started.

He guided Izzy and Eddy to lie on their backs and floated above them since there was no concern that Sky would see him disregarding gravity here. His broad and long tongue licked Izzy's round pecs, then moved to Eddy's flatter, sharply defined pecs. Each man received a thorough tongue bath, inch by inch, interwoven with susurrations of love.

The matching ten-and-a-half-inch penises received brief deep throating. Eddy took Izzy's hand with a gentle grip and intertwined fingers. The lovers looked at each other with loving smiles, silently reveling in their mutual pleasure.

Drew asked Tuer Shen to welcome his kind and generous friends in the Garden for an unrestricted experience of men loving men. He also opened his mind to all three sons – Rodney, Robin, and Bunny, now all wholly transparent to each other – and asked them to join him in giving Izzy and Eddy ultimate pleasure.

The three boys were happy to join psychically with Drew even as they participated in romping recreational fucks with Tim Swann and their new friend Cordell Washington, joined by Tim's dad Russ and uncle Mitch.

The fourteen-year-old diver and fifteen-year-old distance runner both had almost insatiable appetites for anal sex. It was Cord's first time with any of the adult Swann triplets, and he was happy to be skewered by such talented lovers. Tim insisted on his father and uncles cumming in his ass at least once a day. It was a hardship they willingly endured.

Drew's sons determined they could lend aid to their father while not neglecting their friends. Bunny assured them all.

Drew had moved from Izzy's and Eddy's cocks to their scrotums, then had them hoist their knees to their chests so he could give them alternating rim jobs like they had never experienced.

The instant Drew's tongue touched Izzy's clean but sweaty anal ring, all the men were swept into the Garden of the Western Wind and greeted by Tuer Shen. The eternal nineteen-year-old Qing Dynasty god was smiling as usual, holding his bow and arrow, with his long straight black hair cascading around his lithe, muscular torso and his foot-long erection pointing straight out.

Izzy and Eddy had experienced some of what Tuer Shen's Garen has to offer, but they were to get the VIP treatment today.

Eddy felt Drew's tongue tingle and tease Izzy's anus as if it were happening to him. Within a couple of minutes, the tables were turned as Drew stimulated Eddy. Both men delighted in the other's pleasure and were leaking generous amounts of precum on their bellies.

"I would like you to rub your lovely penises together inside me," Drew requested. Izzy and Eddy had seen their boss double penetrated on several occasions, but never by them. They were eager to agree.

Drew hovered over Izzy and tapped his knees to request him to lie supine. Eddy held his lover's penis to allow Drew to impale himself on the first several inches. Drew indicated to Eddy to levitate off the bed and enter him from behind.

The moment Eddy's penis joined Izzy's inside Drew, a bright golden light surrounded them, and a warm, fragrant breeze tantalized their skin. The bed, the house, the earth itself seemed to melt away as they joined thousands of other men sharing their love. Drew had to remind himself that he was there to give pleasure to his beloved friends, not to receive pleasure himself. Still, he was enthralled by the love and ecstasy washing over them.

With Tuer Shen's generous assistance, Drew used his preternaturally talented rectal muscles to massage the self-lubricating penises that had set up opposing rhythms in his ass. He looked into Izzy's glassy eyes and admired his full lips that seemed to be constantly pursed, ready to kiss or be kissed. Drew decided to help those full wet lips fulfill their purpose.

The kiss instigated Drew's orgasm. He knew it was going to be a long one. Loud groans echoed through the cosmos as Izzy and Eddy felt Drew's orgasm and entered into their own. Bunny laughed into Drew's thoughts as his father begged Tuer Shen to help him bless his kind and generous friends by sharing his ecstasy.

The impish Chinese love god loved to tease his friends by bringing them to the brink of unconsciousness, only to yank them back for even more intense pleasure. The two-cylinder engine in Drew's ass sped up. Each man was ejaculating as he bottomed out while the other pulled almost all the way out. Drew clutched the spasming cocks with his overflowing ass. He ejaculated once every ten seconds, shooting long ropes of cum over Izzy's head that traced streaks across his face and torso.

Eddy wrapped his arms around Drew's shoulders to maximize the amount of skin contact, easily sliding on their combined sweat. Drew turned his head to find Eddy's mouth conveniently located next to his. "Love ... love ... love," was all he could mutter before kissing his Land Steward with equal passion as he had the groundskeeper.

Minute after minute passed as the three men's orgasm persisted, intertwined with thousands of other orgasms from intimate strangers. After seeing how drenched Izzy was in his cum, Drew suggested maybe he could turn around. He and Eddy levitated off Izzy's cock, and Eddy withdrew from Drew, who turned around quickly to post himself back on Izzy's firing canon. Eddy then approached Drew face-to-face and bit Drew's lower lip as he pushed into his overflowing rectum.

Izzy levitated off the bed so he could hug Drew. The trio was floating above the mattress, wobbling back and forth as Izzy and Eddy reestablished their rhythm. Tuer Shen plunged them back into the throes of their shared orgasm.

Drew realized that Izzy and Eddy were making love to each other inside him. They shortened their strokes and frotted their glans against each other. The Master of Warren Hill was happy to provide a venue for their passion, which he felt as acutely as they did. He found that, in his new position, he was coating himself with cum, not Eddy. His hair was sopped; it glazed his floral adornments as well as his face. All was good with him.

Tuer Shen blessed the men with a twenty-minute orgasm. They could have kept going all afternoon: there is no enervation in the Garden, where men finish their sexual escapades with more energy than when they began.

First, they disconnected from the cosmic network but remained connected to each other, Bunny, Rod, and Rob. As they panted their way back to earth, Drew stayed open to his sons but had to rely on his body to connect with Izzy and Eddy.

The two men stopped ejaculating in Drew's ass but were still erect. Izzy withdrew first. Eddy kissed Drew once more and thrust several more times to feel his cock sloshing around in more than a quart of cum.

Drew snapped his sphincter shut, although some of his friends' cum ran down his legs, contributing to a puddle on the bed.

The trio descended to the floor and laughed. It seemed to be the only appropriate reaction to their indescribable experience.

"Is that what it's like with Bunny," Eddy asked.

"Yes, it's just like that. Tuer Shen must love you guys a lot to have given you the `full treatment,'" Drew laughed. "Well, almost the full treatment. He didn't fuck you guys. Maybe next time."

Izzy ejaculated once more at the thought of that, landing a large glob on his nose. That set Eddy off, too, blasting his neck.

"Holy crap. I can't wait," Izzy exclaimed. "I mean, not that sex with you wasn't, you know, top-notch and all." Izzy blushed.

Drew wrapped his cummy friend in his cummy arms and kissed Izzy's cummy lips with his, adding even more of his cum. Their tongues danced as gracefully as their bodies had before. They separated and Drew offered another peck. "There is no comparison between Tuer Shen and us. It would be like comparing a candle to the sun."

"I guess you'll want that shower now," Eddy observed. He nodded to the fixture that had been running for the length of their lovemaking.

"Oh, no," Drew recoiled. "Carl would be furious with me if I denied him an opportunity to clean my body. I can't do that to him. I love him too much."

Eddy laughed but knew that Drew was serious. "Carl executes his duties with great pride. I don't think I've ever met someone who loves his job more than Carl Swann. And, except for your children, I've never met anyone who loves you as much as Carl does. It's the same way you love Oba."

Drew was dumbstruck. Was he that transparent? Perhaps Eddy was just that perceptive. Drew began to weep.

"I'm so sorry, Drew," Eddy said as he wrapped his sweaty, cum-slicked boss in his arms. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Drew sank into Eddy's embrace and looked over Eddy's shoulder, reaching up to touch Izzy's face. He nibbled Eddy's ear.

"There's nothing to apologize for, my love. I seem to be crying a lot today. I think Skyler's situation has reminded me of how lucky I am to be surrounded by so many men like Oba, Carl, you both, really all the men here.

"Poor Sky didn't have a father growing up, and his mother kept him away from men who could model loving behavior. We are blessed. We can't ever take it for granted. And we have to remember to love everyone we meet."

Drew shed a few more tears. Izzy covered his face with kisses, partly because it tasted of Drew's cum, but mostly from genuine affection.

"We promise to do our best," Izzy cooed. "We won't always succeed, but your example will inspire us. I love you, my friend."

Love and respect flowed silently between the men for a few minutes. Eddy sensed that Drew had regained his composure, so he released his grip.

"I am a big crybaby, aren't I?" Drew laughed at himself.

"You are the most respectable man I know," Eddy said with sincerity. "I wish to be more like you."

"Pshaw!" Drew chuckled. "You have got to set higher goals than that."

The three men walked to Drew's cart with their arms draped on each other's hips.

*****

Drew enjoyed the leisurely return trip to the main house. Contemplating his luck and situation put him back in a jovial mood, even though he reminded himself of his duty to share his good fortune.

He parked his cart on a path approaching the rear patio, near the entrance to the master bedroom he shares with his sons. He called out Carl's name as he entered the bedroom and stood near the restraint post. His crusted penis got partially erect as he remembered the fun they had with Bobby this morning.

"Carl!" he called again.

"Yes, boss, I'm coming," He heard the grooming valet answer from somewhere out in the Cross Hall.

"I think I need a little touch-up if you have time," Drew announced.

Carl entered the wide opening to the master bedroom and stopped in his tracks.

"What the actual fuck!" Carl exclaimed before laughing uproariously. "A little touch-up? You may need a derma peel and a hair transplant! How many guys were there?"

"Just two," Drew replied with a shrug and a sly smile.

Carl examined the sweaty, cummy mess his boss had turned into in about an hour."What am I going to do with you," Carl laughed and shook his head.

"Love me?"Drew said sheepishly.

"You know I love you, boss."

Drew stood quietly for a moment. "Can we make love, Carl? Now? I think I've been taking you for granted. I want you to know how much I love you. I don't tell you often enough."

Carl stepped closer as his level of concern rose. "Is everything alright, Drew? I've never for a moment thought that you took me for granted. I know that we love each other in different ways, but I've never doubted that we love and respect each other."

"I'm fine, I really am," Drew tried to convince himself. "I was just telling Izzy and Eddy how Sky's situation before coming here has reminded me how lucky I am and how I can't take any of the people I love for granted.

"We have sex all the time," Drew continued, "But I want us to make love. Just you and I. I want you to feel the depth of my love."

"I want to feel your depth," Carl quipped, then got serious. "Drew, my love, my friend, I have never `had sex' with you. It's always been lovemaking. If you want to make love now, I will do so gladly. But it won't be to correct any deficit or right any wrong. It will be two men making love because we love each other. Deal?"

"Deal, my love," Drew said as he enveloped Carl in his arms. "If I know you, you want to make love with me like this, don't you?"

Carl licked Drew's throat and growled. He untangled from Drew's embrace and played with his long sticky hair as he removed the cum-glazed flowers. After a brief kiss, Carl took his friend's hand, and they walked into the Stair Hall. The couple stood before Tuer Shen's portrait in silent admiration.

Carl stepped to one of the altar tables beneath the portrait and plucked a stone from a bowl of precious gems. He had picked up a ninety-carat ruby in a briolette cut, holding the pear-shaped stone by its tip to admire the light refracting through its eighty-four facets. He kissed the gem, then offered it to Drew, who also touched it lovingly to his lips.

Carl placed the gem into a 24-carat gold trough under the portrait as an offering to their benefactor and protector, then lay supine on the large square bench in the center of the hall.

He opened his arms and legs as he smiled at Drew. "I love you, my friend."

Drew hadn't been sure how Carl would want to be loved, but when he raised his knees to expose his anus, the question was settled.

"I love you, too, my friend, more than I know how to express," Drew said as he knelt on the floor. He began to make oral love to Carl's anus, asking Tuer Shen to aid him in expressing his ineffable love.

Although it was midafternoon, the Stair Hall darkened, and a ring of pillar candles appeared around the bench to signal that this was a two-man affair. Usually, sex acts in the Stair Hall were considered general admission events.

The men were lit by the candlelight and by a single shaft of light that appeared to originate from the eyes of Tuer Shen's oversize portrait.

Carl sighed and hummed at the exquisite stimulation Drew's unusually long and broad tongue was imparting to him. It was as erotic as it was gentle. Carl knew that he wouldn't have to tell Drew what felt good; Drew knew Carl's body as well as his own.

Carl was as hard as he had ever been and was leaking a continuous stream of Cowper's fluid over his abdomen.

Drew moved slowly away from Carl's anus, kissing and licking his perineum, then his scrotum. His wide tongue took a tantalizingly slow swipe up Carl's nine-inch penis, taking a loving tour around Carl's hood and completely exposing his head.

Drew bathed his already coated face in the puddle of Carl's precum before he ascended his friend's torso. Both men tried to refrain from yelling out, wanting it to be as quiet and intimate an experience as possible, even though they were in the center of the house, visible to all.

Tuer Shen subtlely inquired of each man his willingness to open himself to the other for the duration of their coupling. Drew asked Bunny, Rod, and Rob if they would object to allowing Carl complete access to his thoughts and memories, and his sons immediately assented, the strength of their love for Carl the same as their father's.

Drew delved into Carl's consciousness, little by little, and felt Carl accessing his thoughts and memories. Both men felt more naked than ever and rejoiced in allowing the other to see them without any mask or artifice.

Carl felt Drew's compassion for him over his childhood desire to differentiate himself from his identical brothers Mitch and Russ, going the flamboyant route even though he could bench press more than either of the other triplets. He heard their father admonishing his sons never to let anyone penetrate them because it would take away their masculinity.

Drew shared with Carl the conversation he had when he first met Russ and Tim at the highway rest stop. Russ insisted that he would not be penetrated or even be kissed by another man because of their father's nonsense. When Bunny finally rimmed Russ and brought him previously unknown pleasure, Russ accepted his son's penis. Everything changed for them after that.

Carl allowed Drew to share the pleasure the four Swann men shared the first time Tim penetrated them, one after the other, asking Tuer Shen to give them all identical penises and open their minds to each other.

Drew also allowed Carl to access his memories of his insecurity as a thirteen-year-old who was unsure of his sexuality. He had allowed himself to be seduced by almost sixteen-year-old Annika Madsen, who became pregnant with Bunny. Carl understood Drew's complicated and fraught relationship with Annika until her death several weeks prior due to years of substance abuse.

Carl and Drew laughed together even as a blinding orgasm overtook them. Carl felt Drew's bewilderment at becoming a father on his fourteenth birthday and how Bunny seemed to be destined to change lives with his seductive charm since his birth.

Each man held the other's face as their eyes sparkled with mutual love. Their bodies became radiant, too. Tuer Shen had frozen time for them so that they had an eternity to be together. Drew realized that he loved all three triplets and Tim with equal intensity and invited his sons to join them. Carl invited his brothers and nephew to join as well.

The seven-way orgasm continued for centuries, but they had to return to the temporal plain eventually.

Drew remained hard inside Carl's rectum as the two men kissed for another few minutes, delighting each other with their dancing tongues. As Drew lifted his torso off Carl's, Carl placed his hand over his heart to feel it pounding, then shot a rope of cum that coated him from the tip of his cock to the top of his head. Drew licked up most of it, thinking that it tasted very much like his and Bunny's.

Drew cleaned Carl's fingers with his mouth, including the engagement ring with its three-carat pink diamond. Carl, Russ, Mitch, Tim, and Marcus Robinson, their fiancé, had identical rings, except they each had a different stone. Technically the Swanns were engaged only to Marcus, not each other. But they decided they would all call each other husbands, cherishing that relationship even more than brothers or uncles and nephew.

Drew finally withdrew from Carl's ass and sat next to him on the cum-soaked bench. Carl sensed the consciousness of only Drew as the others faded. Drew remained open to his three sons as well as Carl.

They embraced and kissed as the lights in the Stair Hall returned to normal. Drew hadn't realized how Carl's dimples and strong jawline were similar to Russ's since Carl often wore makeup that softened his appearance. Carl chuckled as he enjoyed Drew's lingual exploration around his face and realized how genuine were Drew's feelings of attraction to him.

A strong breeze extinguished the ring of candles surrounding them. The air stilled, and columns of smoke rose that smelled like agarwood. Drew stood and offered a hand to Carl. They embraced tightly again. Drew wanted to absorb as much of Carl's ejaculate as he could before it sloughed off his friend's torso. It similarly tingled with electricity to the way Bunny's did. Both men felt it and understood what it meant.

They held hands and walked silently to the master bedroom. They hadn't spoken since they had left the bedroom a million years before, now communicating on a much deeper level. Drew glanced at a clock as they entered the wet room to realize that less than five minutes had passed since he had returned from Eddy and Izzy's house.

It had been plenty of time, but not nearly enough.

 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.