By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

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Life at Warren Hill

Chapter Four

 

Betty's voice spoke through the digital assistant on Drew's desk and startled him out of his concentration. "Yu-Jin Bok is here for you, Drew."

"Thank you. Have him come right in," Drew answered. Yu-Jin was the older of the two Bok brothers who generally serve as Warren Hill's footmen during the eleven to five o'clock shift.

The office door swung open, and nineteen-year-old Yu-Jin strode in unsuccessfully trying to mask his ebullience under a professional demeanor. Yu-Jin's face betrayed his love for his job. There was nothing else he would rather be doing than coming to retrieve Drew from the office to bring him back home to Warren Hill.

It was a rare treat for either of the Bok brothers to get to perform this duty since Drew usually worked until after their shift ended. But today was to be a shortened workday so that Drew could take Tian to the Hulstlander Academy for Boys to tour the Upper School, which he will be attending in a couple of weeks.

Although Drew had an instant of irritation at being interrupted, one look at the Korean man's happy face cured him of it. "Mister Bok, you are exactly on time and the perfect antidote to this drab report I'm reading. How much better it is to rest my eyes on your beautiful face than this horrid glowing contraption. I am just about ready to pack everything away."

Yu-Jin gave up any attempt at professional detachment. "Thank you, Drew. You always say the nicest things. My day is much better now that I get to be with you, too. We miss you when you spend all day in the office. May I start packing up your tablet and phone?"

"No," Drew said, surprising both Yu-Jin and Betty, who was standing by to receive her orders concerning Drew's early dismissal. "Let me take a moment to absorb your good mood."

Drew sat back in his executive office chair and looked at his beaming footman. Both Yu-Jin and his younger brother Yu-Joon stood at an inch over six feet. Both kept their straight black hair cut rather short and very neatly combed. Both had removed what little body hair they had.

Drew was struck once again by Yu-Jin's immaculate light butterscotch complexion. He was wearing the traditional "out livery" of the Warren Hill footmen, which consisted of only white cotton gloves and black velvet Versace Barocco slippers. The skin of his otherwise naked body was taut and smooth, tempting Drew to have a taste of the young man.

The Bok brothers trained assiduously in the gym at the Warren Hill complex but did not gain significant muscle mass. They did gain perfect lithe proportions and physical grace. Through Tuer Shen's munificence, they also received beautiful thin penises. Yu-Jin's flaccid cock hung almost six inches counting his loose foreskin. It increased more than two inches in length when hard, but not much in girth. His penis sat atop moderately size balls that were always pulled tight into his crotch, presenting his penis in a most becoming fashion. Drew wanted to taste his balls too. And his penis. And all of his skin.

Yu-Jin's face could rightly be called "beautiful." Moderately thick and perfectly-arched black brows contrasted with his light skin and his large, wide-set eyes. His prominent cheekbones and strong, pointed jawline, set off his full, pouty, candy-red lips, which Drew also wanted to taste. He took in a quick breath as he remembered the pleasure of tracing his tongue in Yu-Jin's prominent philtrum to his upper lip, then around his eager, inexperienced mouth.

The footman's face was radiant, made even more so by the sparkle of his enthusiastic hazel eyes. As Drew looked lovingly at his footman, he noticed that Yu-Jin's right ear stuck out just slightly more than his left, which fact Drew found adorable.

He now wanted to nibble Yu-Jin's ears, taste his lips, his balls, his penis, and all of his skin. Sadly, they both had other things to do at the moment.

Drew allowed a smile to overspread his face as he continued to admire the beautiful young man. "Now, kind sir, you may proceed. I've got just a few more files to close, then I will shut down my laptop."

Yu-Jin moved around to Drew's left to retrieve his Berluti briefcase from a nearby cabinet so he could start packing the phone and tablet. As he bent down to get the bag, Drew admired his tight round little ass and remembered that he needed to add that delicious orifice and its surrounding muscles to his list of things to taste. So much to do!

Betty stood silently smiling. Drew made no attempt to conceal his desire for the young footman, but she also noticed that he looked with love into Yu-Jin's eyes and that the footman appeared to return that love to his boss. Somehow Drew Tarnow elicited a declaration of love from her today too, and she had never met him before this morning. What is it about that man?

Drew finished shutting down his computer and stepped away to allow Yu-Jin to take it. He also pointed to three folders that also needed to be packed and thanked the young man for his assistance. Drew's gratitude was like oxygen to Yu-Jin.

"Betty, you're coming back tomorrow, correct? Please?"

"Yes, Drew, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Good. Would you keep these folders handy for me? I'll need them tomorrow. Also, please make a note that I will want to look over the reports we have on overcoming hurdles to initial contact with healthcare providers for women over forty."

"Of course, Drew. Anything else I can get ready for tomorrow," Betty asked as Yu-Jin kept about his duties.

"I don't think so . Oh, yes. Sean Higgins. Please see if Quincy has some time tomorrow to talk about whether we should make him an offer. And also, it appears that he forgot his gloves. Could you contact him to see if we should mail them out?"

"No, Drew," Betty said.

"No?"

"No. Sean didn't forget his gloves. He left them behind on purpose as a talisman. He's counting on your giving them back to him on his first day of work," she explained.

Drew laughed. "That cheeky little firecracker. Alright, do not contact him. He can twist in the wind for a little bit."

Betty laughed too. Drew approached her and gave her a hug. Yu-Jin smiled, seeing yet another person fall in love with his boss in the blink of an eye.

Drew kissed her cheek. "Will we see you tonight, my love?"

Betty blushed. "Yes, Drew, my Marcus and I will be there at seven o'clock. He is anxious to meet you. He sounds very enthusiastic about the diversity advisory board."

Drew kissed her again. "My Marcus and his husband Jaleel will be there too."

Drew kissed her one more time. "Is it possible to be in love with a man I've yet to meet?" He turned to Yu-Jin. "Do you think you and your brother would like to join us for dinner tonight too? I apologize that it's coming together at the last minute – and I don't want to monopolize your time – but, you are both more than welcome. We are all going to fall in love with Betty son."

Yu-Jin had just finished putting Drew's pens into the briefcase and was closing the buckles with dexterity seemingly unmitigated by his gloves. "I don't want to intrude on your evening, sir. But thank you."

"It's not an intrusion if you're an invited guest. Talk with your brother and let Winston know either way. I'd love to have you, but you know that already," Drew said.

Yu-Jin blushed but remained silent as he stood holding the briefcase waiting for marching orders.

Drew looked around and was satisfied all was in its place. "Ok, Yu-Jin, I think we're ready to go. Oh, Betty, I've told Quincy that you're going to be leaving at three o'clock today, so see that you do."

"Yes, sir. Thank you," she said as Drew and Yu-Jin headed out the door. She too admired Mister Bok's tight round little ass as he left and hoped that she would see it again tonight.

Mitch, the security chief, was waiting in the office suite's reception room to escort Drew and Yu-Jin down to the waiting car. Drew was in a good mood for being in the presence of Yu-Jin, so he decided to share his cheer with Mitch in the form of a gentle kiss on the mouth accompanied by a quiet "I love you."

Mitch returned the kiss and bit Drew's bottom lip, pulling it out as far as he could without causing pain. As Drew laughed after Mitch released his labia, the security chief rammed his tongue into his boss's mouth, gathering a handful of the long hair at the back of Drew's head to keep him from escaping. Why would he want to?

The two engaged in a short but intense tongue tango, which Yu-Jin was happy to witness. His penis extended straight out about eight inches with his corona peeking out from its hood.

Betty saw the men kiss as the office door closed and shook her head in wonder that Drew could be genuinely in love with so many people.

The trio left the office suite and made their way down to the car. Yu-Jin was happy to have his long thin penis – and the rest of his body – on display to the public. His body in its aroused state was a sign of the love he shared with Drew. Why would he want to conceal that? It seemed most of the public was also happy for the display.

The ride back to Warren Hill started out quietly, especially because Javier Rodrigo-Rodriguez was not along to ride shotgun with Russ this time. Drew did take the opportunity to convince Yu-Jin that he and his brother should join the dinner party.

"You know that I love both of you and cherish whatever time we can spend together," Drew told his footman. It took all of about ten seconds for Yu-Jin's erection to ascend from horizontal to straight up against his concave belly.

"May I be of assistance with that," Drew asked.

Yu-Jin didn't answer, but moved from his rear-facing jump seat to the seat next to Drew's. He stowed the armrest so there would be no obstructions.

Drew didn't need words either. He bent down and took the eight-and-a-half-inch pleasure prod straight down his throat as he tickled his footman's balls. They both experienced the sparkle of the threshold of the Garden of the Western Wind.

Drew's other hand found Yu-Jin's right nipple and began to work it into a hard nub. Yu-Joon likes to be pinched and bitten, but Yu-Jin prefers slightly less intense stimulation. Drew was apparently providing the perfect amount from the high-pitched gurgling that emanated from the young man.

The penis in Drew's throat was thin enough that he could play with it using his peristaltic muscles, giving more pleasure to Yu-Jin than he typically experiences when someone fellates him. Of course, there is nothing typical about Drew or Bunny. Drew could feel Yu-Jin's sensations as well as his own, so he needed no guidance in maximizing his partner's pleasure.

Russ looked in the rearview mirror and smiled when he saw the action in the rear cabin. "We have approximately twelve minutes until arrival, Drew," he offered as guidance to his boss.

Drew used the hand that had been playing with Yu-Jin's balls to give Russ a thumbs up. Twelve minutes would be plenty of time to suck a delicious load out of the eager Korean teenager.

Young Mister Bok kicked off his slippers and pulled off his gloves, wanting there to be absolutely nothing hidden from his lover. He found it extra sexy that Drew remained completely dressed in his expensive silk suit.

Yu-Jin's legs almost involuntarily began to rise, inviting Drew to spend some time loving his anus. Drew took the hint and got on his knees on the pristine carpet of the Mercedes-Maybach sedan.

He took a few more probing laps in Yu-Jin's foreskin to extract his delicious precum before licking his way down the narrow butterscotch stick and sucking the hairless balls one at a time.

Drew encouraged Yu-Jin's knees over his shoulders and pulled him to the edge of the seat. He wasted no time teasing the sparkling portal to cosmic joy.

As Drew's tongue squeezed through his footman's sphincter, they entered fully into the joys of the Garden.

Both Yu-Jin and Drew were only mildly surprised to meet Bunny making love to Yu-Jin's younger brother, Yu-Joon. Bunny's ten inches were doing masterful things inside his eighteen-year-old partner's ass.

Bunny wrapped Yu-Joon in a firm embrace and then snaked a hand down to his scrotum where he firmly pinched the skin. Since he could feel all of Yu-Joon's sensations, he didn't have to ask how hard to pinch. The sharp pain brought Yu-Joon to the brink of orgasm.

Back in the car, Drew reached down to a pocket in the front of Yu-Jin's seat without removing his face from the young man's valley of delights and found a pump bottle of lube. After three short pumps, Drew removed his tongue from Yu-Jin's anus and inserted three slicked fingers. All four men – the two in the car and the other two back at Warren Hill – moaned in ecstasy at the sudden invasion.

Drew took the long thin penis back in his throat as he found Yu-Jin's golden nugget with his fingers. With his other hand, he twisted his lover's other nipple and felt Bunny and Yu-Joon start their orgasm.

Somehow Yu-Jin had the presence of mind to reach down and fish out Drew's nine-inch erection as the master of Warren Hill arched his back and began firing rope after rope of cum on his footman.

Drew sopped his hand in a puddle of his own cum and gripped Yu-Jin's penis with one hand as he twisted the fingers of his other inside his anus. The young man shrieked in pleasure. Yu-Jin's pleasure was enhanced by the knowledge that his beloved Drew was kind enough to use his own cum to lubricate the young man's excited penis. All four men were now in synchronized ejaculations and opening themselves to each other's joy.

The father-son lovers realized that the brothers were only now tearing down the barriers to loving each other completely. They celebrated with the siblings and encouraged the physical manifestation of their love for each other.

They bathed each other in love and cum for several minutes until Drew sensed that his car was pulling up to the front entrance to Warren Hill. Drew bent down and took Yu-Jin's penis into his mouth to catch the last several volleys of cum. His hair cascaded onto the footman's concave stomach and mopped up some of their mixed liquid love.

Drew rubbed his face on Yu-Jin's stomach, coating his face in the precious cum that tasted of all four men. Yu-Jin rubbed his own abdomen as he panted his way back to reality and used the liberal amount of cum in his hands to shellac Drew's hair into a twisted sticky bun on top of his head. No matter the circumstance, Yu-Jin found a way to be of service.

Drew gave dozens of little butterfly kisses to Yu-Jin's penis and scrotum and flicked his tongue inside his foreskin to savor the post-orgasmic emissions gathering there. Yu-Jin's penis was too sensitive, but the four men realized simultaneously that the older brother liked the torture.

Drew kept it up, eliciting enervated squeaks of appreciation and complaint. Drew and Bunny decided they loved these brothers very much.

The rear door to the car opened and Russ stood by. Drew got off his knees and levitated himself out of the car, standing with his nine-inch divining rod sticking straight out through his fly. He turned around to see Yu-Jin struggling to animate his legs in order to stand.

Drew turned to Russ. "He might need a minute. Leave my briefcase and things until he's cleaned up."

Russ smiled, happy that his boss had given the young footman so much pleasure. He, too, was in love with the lad. "Very good, Drew. Perhaps Yu-Joon can assist?"

Drew laughed. "He's not in any better shape, I'm afraid."

Russ laughed too. "Good for both of them."

Drew noticed the way Russ was gazing at the cum-covered spent naked footman in the back of the car. "You love him too?"

Russ didn't break his gaze. "Yes, and his brother. Mitch, Carl, and I have all fallen for them."

Drew kissed Russ on the cheek. "I'm happy for all of us. Make sure you give the Bok brothers all the love they deserve. You deserve it too."

The front door of the house swung open by the hand of Winston Stratfield, Warren Hill's head butler. That the butler should open the door was further evidence that both footmen were thoroughly dissipated by their lovemaking.

"Thank you, Winston."

"I trust you had a pleasant ride home, sir," remarked the butler as he looked at Drew's head covered in drying cum and his flushed penis still hard and straight out.

"It was very pleasant, thank you," Drew replied nonchalantly.

Winston smirked, causing the crow's feet to crinkle on his sixty-year-old face. "Messieurs Swann and Rigvedi are waiting to assist you in the bedroom, sir. I believe you'll find your son and Mister Bok recovering in the stair hall."

Drew continued into the hall to find Bunny lying on the large square ottoman in the center. He was splayed out alone, his ten-inch erection still drizzling out cum. His head, face, chest, and abdomen were soaked in a mixture of his and Yu-Joon's cum.

Bunny's eyes were closed, and he wore a contented smile. He didn't need to look to sense that his father was near. "Hi, dad. That was a nice diversion with the guys, wasn't it?"

"It was very nice, my sweet baby. I am very happy that they have finally welcomed a physical expression of their love as part of their brotherly relationship," Drew said, looking lovingly and lustfully at his son.

Sid Rigvedi and Carl Swann came out of the master bedroom and assisted Drew with getting out of his clothing without coming into contact with any cum. Sid had divested himself of his sarong, so he was naked, as was Carl. They performed the delicate unclothing operation with precision – it wasn't the first time they had cause to do so.

Now that he was as happily naked as his son, Drew approached the ottoman. Tian, knowing that his dad was nearing, lifted his legs to indicate that he wanted to receive some loving from his dad. Drew was only too happy to comply. After all, it had been several hours since they had last made direct physical love.

Drew was still erect. Bunny scooped up some cum and roughly shoved four fingers into his anus. He repeated the maneuver twice more, each time accompanied by an anticipatory grunt.

Satisfied that there was plenty of organic lube, Bunny locked his fingers behind his head, happy to assume a submissive posture for his beloved father.

As soon as the tip of Drew's penis touched his son's ring, the two of them were transported to the cosmic Garden of the Western Wind. Drew slid his nine inches into Bunny's rectum in one easy glide, and the father and son were greeted by Tuer Shen, who was always overjoyed to have a visit with one of his emissaries.

"My beloved bunnies! Welcome back," the teenage god enthused as he blew a gentle breeze over them. Drew and Bunny comingled their souls and minds, the completeness of their union increasing with each visit.

Within seconds they had entered into a surprisingly relaxed orgasm. It was as intense as any they had felt, but there was no anxiety or hurry. They knew they could keep it going as long as they desired and repeat the experience as often as they desired. The father and son would never know performance anxiety.

As they bathed in their orgasm – spiritually and physically – they became aware of hundreds of other couples and groups sharing the intensity of their orgasms with the universe. The father and son willed themselves to be transparent to everyone and suddenly had the physical sensations of each one of the hundreds of bodies in the throes of ecstasies.

Even a week ago such an experience would have been psychically traumatic, but now they were practiced enough to handle the multiplied sensations.

Time stood still. Literally. Tuer Shen made love to each of the hundreds of men individually while the others shared the intensity of his passion. Dogoda, the cohost of the garden, saw to it that the women were as well attended to as the men. Both men and women shared their joy with all others.

For Bunny and Drew the visit lasted several hours. When they slid off each other and observed the literal liters of cum from hundreds of partners flowing off them, onto the ottoman and then spilling across the terrazzo floor, they were amazed.

But the cosmic orgasm invigorated them. They stood, wishing not to slip on the pooled cum that was apparently from all the hundreds of men they shared the garden with, so they hovered several inches above the floor. They kissed enthusiastically as Sid and Carl stood close by with mouths agape.

For the rest of the world, Drew and Bunny had made love for about five minutes, and the cum flowed off and from them as if from a fountain. The valets had just returned from putting away Drew's clothing, both hoping to participate in the lovemaking. They were both disappointed but hopeful that they would have another chance very soon.

Drew broke the kiss with his son, giving him one last swirl of his tongue in his precious Bunny's mouth. "Crap, my sweet baby! I think we missed our appointment at the school."

Drew saw the gobsmacked valets on the floor below him. "What time is it?"

Carl turned to look at a clock in the kitchen. "It's a couple of minutes before two o'clock, Drew."

Drew shot a look at Bunny who gave him his most mischievous smile. "It wasn't my idea, dad, but I knew it was happening. We never have to feel rushed when we make love. We can make up time whenever we want."

With that, Bunny floated down his father's body until he got to the semisolid penis. As he sucked the remaining cum out of his dad, he rotated himself to an upside-down sixty-nine position and curled up enough to allow his dad to felch some of his cum out of his son's anus.

The father and son slowly drifted toward their master bedroom's wet room as they sated themselves on each other. Sid and Carl floated attached to them, getting contact highs from the dripping cum, both relishing the chance to taste the plentiful ejaculate.

Sid decided to stay in the wet room to assist Carl in washing the two masters of Warren Hill. For them, time had never stopped, and they knew they needed to speed their bosses on their way if they were to keep their appointment at Hulstlander Academy for Tian's first look at his new school.

Sid spent his time on the virile bodies floating in midair while Carl concentrated on the hair. He would normally have washed both Bunny and Drew's hair in the salon but thought this might be more efficient, especially since he had an assistant.

Drew and Bunny did go over to the salon to have their hair dried and styled. Sid waited in the bedroom, rechecking that he had Drew's outfit ready. Tian, of course, refuses to wear any clothing, so will be touring the school nude.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Drew came back to the bedroom with Bunny in tow. "I don't understand why you wear clothing anymore, dad. It would be fine if you didn't."

"Perhaps, Bunny, but I think that my position mandates that I take a more traditional route. Maybe I'm just being a conservative old fart. Besides, sometimes wearing clothing can be fun. Helping someone out of their clothing can be fun too. It's like unwrapping a present."

Tian laughed. "You're right on that count, dad. I love helping you out of your clothing." He flopped down on the fainting couch in the middle of the master bedroom to watch his dad get dressed. Drew took one look at his son's body in repose, with his six-inch flaccid cock draped casually over his right hip, and wanted to ravish him yet again. Focus, Drew!

Siddhartha Rigvedi, the wardrobe valet, showed Drew his suggested outfit for the afternoon: Vilebrequin tapered-fit low-rise pants in gauzy white sheer linen, a Nohow Otis Korean banded collar shirt in light rose, and a pair of Sperry Gold Cup driving shoes.

Drew gave quick assent to Sid's choice, trusting his taste implicitly. As he stepped into the pants while Sid held them, he noticed that all the pockets were again removed, allowing tantalizing suggestions of skin through the thin fabric.

"If I get one drop of sweat on these, they are going to become see-through," Drew observed.

"Then you had best keep your cool," Sid said wryly. To demonstrate his attention to detail, Sid blew down the back of the pants, showing that they sat low enough for air to move into his butt cleavage, the top couple inches of which was revealed.

As Sid eased Drew's penis down the left leg and closed the button and five-inch fly, Drew observed that the flimsy fabric would do nothing to hide any movement of his penis. The pants provided enough obscuration that an observer couldn't be certain whether or not they were seeing skin through them, but they could easily see shadows in the right light. Sid knelt down and rolled up the tightly tapered pant legs a few times each, so they were about three inches above the ankles.

He then grabbed the shirt and helped Drew into it. He buttoned only the third button from the bottom, which pulled the shirt snugly around him, but Drew's mountainous chest pulled the top of the shirt wide open, and displayed his protruding nipples. The bottom of the shirt also fell open, exposing a triangle of his belly from an inch above his navel down to the waist of the pants, which sat about four inches below his navel.

The long sleeves also got rolled and pushed up to the elbow.

Finally, the Sperry driving shoes gave the ensemble a cool summer casual chic.

"Dad, you look so hot," Tian observed, tugging at his growing penis.

Drew looked in the mirror. He couldn't argue with his son's assessment, though he couldn't agree without seeming conceited.

Carl approached to finalize Drew's hair. He had parted further to the right than earlier in the day and cascaded it along Drew's face on both sides in a messy casual style. He had used a tiny amount of product while drying it to keep the hair from falling across Drew's forehead and face.

Tian stood to join Sid and Carl in admiring the finished product. All three of them were hard.

"I take it that you approve," Drew asked with a smirk as he looked at the three tempting erections. He didn't wait for an answer before walking out of the bedroom.

Carl turned his attention to Tian for a moment to adjust his curls, pulling a few down towards Tian's left eyebrow to give the fifteen-year-old a casual asymmetrical look.

Carl stepped back to admire the younger Mister Tarnow. A drop of dew formed on his piss slit. Tian saw it and smiled, "I take it that you approve?" Like his father, he didn't wait for an answer.

Tian caught up with his dad as they entered the main hall. Both men noted that the stair hall was already in pristine condition, with no evidence of the thousands of ejaculations that had flowed across the floor. Drew smiled at him with a depth of love only a father can share with his son. He reached out his right arm to wrap around Tian's hip, taking an opportunity to rub his firm naked ass cheek.

They didn't speak because they were sharing their thoughts with each other. They both smiled at the ease with which they could now read each other's minds. Neither was afraid of what the other would discover. On the contrary, they were eager to share every bit of themselves with the other.

They greeted their butler, Winston, and the two Bok brothers, who were both cleaned up after their messy intercourse with the father and son. Yu-Joon was dressed in the out livery this time. His beautiful face with his prominent red lips and pointed chin glowing with pride at being able to represent Warren Hill out in public.

Drew thought – once again – how quickly the world was changing. He felt old even though he is only twenty-nine as he remembered when people would be embarrassed or afraid to appear in public without any clothing. They could even be arrested for it!

Now he was about to go out with his footman wearing only gloves and shoes, and his son wearing nothing at all. Both the teens were perfectly comfortable and had nothing to fear from law enforcement because of their nudity. There were still some fuddy-duddies out there who disapproved of the small but increasing "Natural Boy" movement, but they seemed to be diminishing in numbers by the day.

Drew patted Bunny's ass once again and moved to the door, which was promptly opened by Yu-Jin. Tian gave him a quick peck on the lips as he exited to the covered entrance where the Maybach and its identical chase car were waiting. Bunny did the same.

Yu-Joon followed, carrying a small messenger bag containing anything either man might need while away from the house. Terrek Jones was to be their driver for the afternoon. The thirty-two-year-old black man stood five-feet, eleven inches tall, and wore the standard black Tom Ford suit and black dress shirt over his thick-yet-lean build.

Drew did not know him yet, but Bunny quickly sent pictures and memories to his father of Terrek and Bunny's sublime fuck session from this morning. Drew could feel Terrek's eight-inch and very thick penis in Bunny's ass as they lay together on a chaise lounge in the cooldown area outside the sauna and steam room of the basement gym.

Terrek is a quiet and very intuitive lover, accurately reading the tiniest of clues as to what pleases his partner. He also likes to put his mouth everywhere, nibbling, licking, sucking, and kissing. One look at his full lips, the bottom one of which seemed to be unusually pink, left Drew filled with a desire to experience Terrek's oral ministrations.

Bunny climbed into the car, still with an erection.

Yu-Joon decided to be a goofball. He used his newly mastered levitation skills to climb an imaginary staircase over the top of the car and then down the other side. He kept a serious look and stared straight ahead. When he alighted on the other side, he nonchalantly slipped into the car.

Bunny laughed uproariously at the young man's antics and leaned forward to kiss him. Drew and Terrek looked at each other and tried to be mature, but they couldn't hold back from laughing at the adorable teen footman.

After a few moments Bunny replayed images of his time with Terrek into his dad's mind, causing Drew to refocus on the driver. "Good afternoon, sir," he offered to his employee.

"Good afternoon Mister Tarnow," the driver replied in a pleasant but slightly practiced tone.

"Thank you for spending time with Bunny this morning. He told me that he very much appreciated your thoughtfulness and skill when you fucked him. I hope you didn't feel pressured into doing it," Drew said.

Terrek Jones looked a bit stricken, but Drew wasn't sure whether it was because Bunny had shared stories of their lovemaking, or that Drew would suggest he was unwilling.

"No, sir, I wasn't pressured at all. As a matter of fact , I initiated the sex. Bunny and I worked up a good sweat during our workout, then an even bigger sweat in the sauna. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He's so breathtaking to look at.

"When we left the sauna, we both lay on the chaises in the cooldown area. I couldn't resist the urge to taste his sweat. He gave me permission, truly he did. I got all of it too," Terrek bragged with a smile. "Then Bunny asked me if there was anything else I might want to do. I thought of a few things."

Drew laughed. "Well, it sounds as if you both had a lovely time. I hope you and my son will have many more lovemaking sessions in the future. Perhaps, if the idea isn't repugnant to you, I might also experience your gentle skills, whether alone, with Bunny, or with some other men of your choosing?"

Terrek smiled brightly. "I look forward to it, Drew. Any or all of those combinations."

Drew brought his lips to Terrek's round dark face. They stayed in contact for only seconds, but it cemented the desire in both of them to make love as soon as possible.

Drew ran his index finger across Terrek's pink bottom lip. "We had better get going, my good man, before we get distracted."

Terrek sucked on Drew's finger for a second before replying, "I don't get distracted, Drew."

Drew kissed the driver once more, then entered the car. "Let's be on our way to the Hulstlander Academy, gentlemen."

 

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