By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
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This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.
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Life at Warren Hill
Drew and Tianbao silently shared many thoughts as they left Hulstlander Academy's exquisite library. Principal Graaf, Vice-principal Davis, and Yu-Joon, their footman, were unaware of the rapid communication transpiring between the father and son.
Until Tian (Bunny) was in the rare book vault reading aloud fourth-century Greek from an original manuscript, neither Tarnow man was aware of the depth of their intellectual gifts from Tuer Shen, the Rabbit God.
Bunny wondered to Drew if there were any language he wouldn't be able to understand. They both surmised the answer.
The group continued the tour of the Upper School, walking along a sleek and modern passageway toward the arts wing, which overwhelmed them with its breadth of facilities.
The painting and sculpture studios were first-rate, rivaling the best university facilities. Drew marveled at the student and faculty artwork hanging in the corridors. It was obviously selected because it represented the best created at Hulstlander, but some of the drawings and paintings were breathtaking in both their technical skill and artistic composition.
There were three video production studios, one of which could almost classify as a full-blown movie soundstage.
There were also several digital animation and graphics studios.
They walked past a CAD/CAM studio with equipment as advanced as might be found in a major architecture firm. They marveled at a 3D printer slowly building up a resin sculpture of delicate gossamer webbing curved around itself.
From the CAD/CAM studio, they entered one of the four photography studios.
"Well, kiss my cunt!"
The group turned to see a middle-aged man staring at them as he arranged umbrella reflectors in the studio.
"Sorry if we startled you, Lenny," the vice-principal offered.
Principal Graaf gave introductions to photography teacher Leonard Putnam, a fifty-five-year-old, very thin man, with straight, stringy gray hair hanging just to the tops of his shoulders. About a third of his hair was gathered in an absent-minded ponytail.
He wore loose-fitting cargo shorts and a long-sleeve woven hemp pullover shirt with an open placket. He was barefoot.
Bunny approached and offered his hand, he stepped into the key light set up by Putnam. "Hi, I'm Bunny Tarnow. I'm going to be a sophomore this year. I'm happy to meet you."
Lenny Putnam scanned the nude body of the fifteen-year-old. Bunny always looked as if he had just done fifteen minutes worth of warm-ups, pumping blood into his muscles. His medium blond curls sparkled in the studio lights.
Bunny stood, offering himself for examination. "You could take a picture. It lasts longer," he joked. Then the teen started posing for the photographer.
Lenny quickly grabbed his camera and took Bunny up on his offer. He snapped closeup facial shots, full-body shots, and even lay on his back to take pictures up Bunny's fantastic body with the light and shadows emphasizing his defined muscles. He made sure to photograph Bunny's six-inch flaccid penis.
The images created an instant slideshow on a series of monitors at the back of the studio. Drew was impressed with Lenny's skill. The images looked publication-ready even though they hadn't been toned, cropped, or otherwise processed. He especially liked the way Lenny captured the curve of Bunny's torso as he put his fists on his shoulders and held his elbows out, the right one up and the left one down. He stepped forward to introduce himself as Bunny's dad.
"Impossible," protested Mister Putnam.
"Improbable, I grant you, but it is possible. Bunny was born on my fourteenth birthday," Drew told his story yet again.
"Wow," Putnam replied and gestured to invite Drew into the shoot. Drew stood behind Bunny and wrapped his arms around his cherished son, almost unconsciously landing his thumb on Bunny's left nipple, which he lightly strummed.
They both looked into the camera for several shots, but could not resist looking at each other.They began to sparkle with the cosmic effervescence when their eyes locked. Lenny caught the shimmer with his lens, but it was much less pronounced than it appeared to the others in the room.
Drew's sloppy hair tickled Bunny's chest. Their smiles betrayed not only their love for each other but also the fun they always seem to have when they are with each other.
The father and son engaged in a smiling kiss that became more passionate with each second. Their sparkle was undeniable, even through the lens. Bunny pushed Drew's open shirt off his shoulders. Somehow he played to the camera even as he kept his gaze fixed on his father and lover.
Drew toed off his shoes as his tongue danced with his son's. They opened their minds and shared their thoughts and desires, so each knew what the other intended, and was happy to oblige.
Bunny kissed his father's Adam's apple, clavicle, sternum, and stomach. The naked teen dropped to his knees as he blew raspberries on his father's rock-hard abdomen. The two locked eyes again, increasing their connection and the outward expression of their love.
Bunny opened the button and zipper of Drew's pants, but they were being held up by the power of Drew's erection. Bunny tugged a few times until the inconvenient garment was dispatched. They were both finally naked as they were meant to be.
As Bunny nibbled on Drew's scrotum, Lenny moved behind Drew and held his camera over Drew's head. He took several shots of Bunny staring with love at his father even as his father's penis rested on his face, with the emerging corona resting at Bunny's hairline.
Lenny switched to video mode in time to capture the excruciatingly-slow journey of Bunny's tongue from the base of his father's penis up nine inches to its tip. Once there, Bunny wrapped his lips around the tip and pushed his father's foreskin all the way back, then opened his mouth to allow Lenny to capture the tip of his tongue teasing Drew's frenulum.
Lenny paused the recording long enough to get on his knees just a foot away from Bunny's face. He started recording again to capture the most erotically languorous fellation he had ever seen.
After a few minutes, Bunny pulled off his father's penis and lay down on the studio floor. He picked up his knees and rolled his hips up to offer his father his most treasured prize. The camera caught a line of precum connecting Drew's throbbing penis to his son's. The trickle continued, decorating the ten-inch throbber with a precum glaze as though it were the best ιclair in the world.
Yu-Joon appeared out of nowhere with a small bottle of coconut oil. There is no situation which the eighteen-year-old footman has not anticipated.
Drew looked at his beloved footman and asked, "Would you please prepare us both, my love?"
There must have been lead in the soles of the footman's slippers because that was the only explanation for his feet remaining attached to the floor. He poured some oil into his hand and expeditiously coated Drew's penis. He would have loved nothing more than to spend an hour honoring it, but he knew he was there to facilitate Drew and Bunny's love, not his own.
He knelt down and poured some coconut oil onto Bunny's winking anus, then used his index finger to spread it around before entering the most sacred of places. Somehow Yu-Joon also had an instinct for presenting the best view to the camera, which was zoomed in on the lovely orifice.
More oil was applied, and another finger was added. Still more oil was added, and a third finger joined in the fun.
With each insertion, Bunny moaned in pleasure, thanked his footman, and declared his love for him. Yu-Joon's eyes brimmed with tears because he knew that both father and son did love him. Young Mister Bok returned their love by completing his duties and inviting the father to enter his son's anus.
Drew knelt and stared transfixed at Bunny's anus, still unable to believe his good fortune. A gentle breeze blew through the studio as Drew entered Bunny, and Bunny used his rectum to pull his father to himself.
Lenny widened his shot so that he could record the two men kissing as they made love. They emanated golden light. After just three strokes, Drew lifted off his son to yell his ecstasy, but no sound came out. Both father and son began their silent orgasm. Bunny's cum flew straight over his head. A few seconds later, another rope shot even further.
Bunny turned to Yu-Joon, "Please!"
Yu-Joon was in tune enough with his employers to intuit what Bunny wanted. He pulled off his gloves and went down on Bunny's dick in time to catch his third ejaculation. Bunny sucked Yu-Joon's eight inches and was very quickly rewarded with the Korean's cum.
Drew and Bunny whisked their lover to the Garden with them, and he enjoyed the complete sensations of all three of them. He had never so completely shared himself with anyone, and couldn't have been happier that it was shared with these two.
They stayed in the Garden and in the throes of their shared orgasm for another five minutes or so. Tuer Shen shared his own love with all three men but did not engage with them. Still, they all felt his encouraging presence. All too soon they returned to terra firma.
Drew picked up Yu-Joon by his underarms and kissed him over and over, with a sincere declaration of love punctuating each kiss. Bunny grew impatient and pulled the footman down on the floor next to him and gave him a similar treatment.
Drew joined the prone couple, with Yu-Joon in the center. They took turns kissing and stroking him with abundant susurrations mixed in. Mister Bok began to sob because it was the only way he could communicate the depth of his feelings. Drew and Bunny understood.
"My life is perfect," the footman finally uttered. "I love you both more than I know how to express. I love my life. I love my brother. I love my work. I hope that I will be able to stay at Warren Hill with you until forever."
The men entered a threeway kiss. Then Drew sat up and offered a hand to Yu-Joon. They had all thoroughly enjoyed their lovemaking, but it was time to move on with the tour.
They had all but forgotten about Jacob Graaf and Robert Davis, not to mention their most private photographer and videographer, Lenny Putnam.
Drew turned to the principal and vice-principal. "I'm very sorry for holding you up while we made love, but it really couldn't be helped. I'm sure you understand."
As he was saying that, Yu-Joon knelt behind Bunny to give his anus a quick tongue bath, with the side benefit of being able to taste Drew's cum.
Robert Davis gathered his wits first. "Think nothing of it. It simply had to be done," he said, not really sure why it was so imperative. Doctor Graaf agreed wholeheartedly.
Bunny also apologized to Lenny and hoped that they hadn't kept him from his real work.
"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. I was just setting up to take headshots of our new students. I was much happier shooting you guys, believe me."
Bunny smiled as he looked at the monitors in the back of the studio looping the stills and videos. "Well, feel free to use anything you shot just now as my headshot. There must be something good."
"It was all good. Every single thing," Mister Putnam replied.
Principal Graaf saw a shot of Drew and Bunny kissing. It was framed and lit perfectly. Needless to say that the subjects were perfect too. "Lenny," Graaf said, "I think that picture would be perfect for the posters and invitations for our father-son dance this fall."
Nobody could deny that it was a perfect shot of the fifteen and twenty-nine-year-olds captured at the exact moment their lips first contacted each other.Their eyes were open and filled with love and desire.
"There's no more perfect illustration of the kind relationship we desire for all our fathers and sons," the vice-principal said rhapsodically.
Drew agreed. "As Bunny said, use anything at all. We're only too happy for others to see how we love each other. But, would it be too much to ask for copies of everything? There are probably a few pictures I would like to display at home."
All three men from the school nodded their consent.
"Maybe I should use this one as my headshot," Bunny said, pointing to a picture of him smiling as his tongue was being blessed with a drop of his father's precum. There was no denying that his face was captured perfectly, and his eyes sparkled for the camera. The drizzle of precum landing on his tongue glistened in the studio lights.
"That would be a literal headshot, I suppose," Drew commented.
"Are you sure you want something so explicit as your official school photo," Vice-principal Davis inquired.
"Sure, why not," Bunny replied. "I think it captures my personality. And look at how pretty dad's penis is too. You can see in that picture how much I love my dad."
"Well, it's your call," Principal Graaf concluded. "Perhaps you'll want to review all the shots at home before making your decision final."
"We will," Bunny answered, "But I do love this shot and would love everyone to see it."
Bunny walked over to Leonard Putnam, embraced him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for allowing us to coopt your time in the studio, and for taking such magical photographs of us. If there's ever anything I can do for you, just ask."
Lenny Putnam hadn't blushed very often in his fifty-five years, but he was blushing now. He cleared his throat. "There is something, Bunny."
Drew and Bunny shared their amusement at the man's discomfort.
"I wonder," the photographer continued, "If you might properly introduce me to your lovely footman so that I may properly ask him to go on a proper date with me."
It's not often that Drew and Bunny misread cues in other people, but they were both pleased and surprised that their beloved Yu-Joon Bok would be the object of Lenny Putnam's affections before either of them. Neither of them gave a thought to the thirty-seven-year age difference between them.
Yu-Joon had just finished gathering Drew's clothing, surmising that he would finish the tour of the facilities without them, and did not hear the short conversation between Bunny and Lenny. He was unsure what was going on when he noticed Bunny gesturing for him to approach.
Yu-Joon looked back and forth between the two, unsure what was going on. Bunny stepped back to allow them to chat. He was surprised to see Lenny becoming emotional, his face flushing, and eyes moistening.
"Mister Bok, I have no right to presume anything, but I want to tell you that I think you are the most handsome man I have ever had the privilege to gaze upon. And I am smitten by your kindness and demeanor. I would be honored if you would even consider the possibility of going to lunch, dinner, a movie, a concert or any place at all with me so that we could get to know each other better?"
Yu-Joon was flustered. "Me? But Bunny and Drew are so much more handsome than I could ever hope to be."
"Nonsense!" Lenny blurted out before looking at the father and son apologetically. "I meant to say that they are indeed glorious physical specimens, but you, my beautiful man, captured my eye and my heart from the moment I was blessed to lay eyes on you.
"Your face is stunning to behold. Your body is beautifully proportioned. The grace with which you moved when you made love to Drew and Bunny left me breathless. The love on your face speaks to the depth of love in your heart. I am an old man, I know, but I have waited all my life to meet someone with so much love to offer. I would like to see if we might be compatible."
Yu-Joon looked to Drew and Bunny to see their reactions. They tried their best not to telegraph their opinion, but they both felt that Lenny Putnam was a kind and romantic man worth getting to know.
When Yu-Joon looked back to Lenny, he noticed how filled with emotion the photographer was, and how gentle he seemed to be. He stared into his eyes for a few seconds and then brought his lips to Lenny's.
Lenny brought his hand to the side of Yu-Joon's face and stroked the perfect skin of the young Korean man with his thumb. They did not engage in any tongue play.
When they completed their kiss, Yu-Joon asked, "Would you take me for a picnic by the lake so we could watch the rowers practicing for the regatta? I think that would be romantic. I think you're a hopeless romantic, aren't you, Lenny?"
The brightness of Lenny's smile almost blinded everyone in the room. "Guilty as charged."
Yu-Joon smiled at his suitor, but his smile was soon replaced by a look of hesitation. Lenny noticed. "Are you having second thoughts? I didn't mean to be so forward. I understand if I put you off."
Yu-Joon snapped out of his pensiveness. "Oh, no, Lenny. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I want to back out. Just the opposite really. See, I was wondering if it would be too forward of me to suggest that, perhaps, you would like to go on a date with me and my brother Yu-Jin. He is eighteen months older than I, but many people mistake us for twins."
Lenny stood for a moment as he comprehended what the footman told him. "Oh, my stars. Can there be another such beauty walking this earth? Do you think he would want anything to do with me?"
Young Mister Bok softly brought his lips to Lenny's once more. "I have no doubt that he will be thrilled to be seen on a date with you. I know that we both would be happy to be seen making love to you at the side of the lake, showing the world how much being with you excites us."
Lenny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You would make love out in public for the world to see? I've never done such a thing."
Yu-Joon smiled at Lenny's shyness. "We will bring you out of your shell, my good man. There is no reason to shield the world from seeing three men in love. I think the world would be better off if more people made love in public."
Lenny held Yu-Joon's flawless face in his hands. "I think I just signed up for an adventure. I can't wait to meet Yu-Jin, but I won't be offended if he decides not to come."
Yu-Joon turned his head so he could suck on Lenny's thumb for a minute. "We're all going to cum, don't you worry about that."
Yu-Joon slipped a business card into Lenny's hand, gave him another peck on the cheek, and then turned to rejoin the group for the rest of the tour of the school. He was a complete and total failure once again at concealing his happiness behind a professional mask. It seemed everyone was happy for them.
Principal Graff next led them into the industrial arts area. Drew didn't remember having seen that before and was a little surprised that they had their own, rather than relying on county-based vocational training.
The principal explained that theirs is just a few workshops where students can learn woodworking, metalwork, and other crafts that might be considered more art than a vocation. Mechanics, electrical and such are left to the county system.
Bunny thought the workshops looked intimidating but Drew encouraged him to consider developing a skill. Bunny promised to consider it but doubted he would be any good at it.
Vice-principal Davis informed the group that they were entering the performing arts area. "We have an excellent theater building and an even better concert hall. Our theater could easily stage any professional show currently touring," he bragged.
Principal Graaf interjected, "And our concert hall is an almost exact replica of the Royal Concertgebouw in Amsterdam, at least on the inside. It was a passion project of my grandfather when he relaunched Richmond Academy as Hulstlander Academy for Boys. Our reverberation time is slightly less than the real thing, but it suits our purposes very well by making it more suitable to amplified performances as well as acoustic ones."
Drew had seen the hall before, but Bunny and Yu-Joon were taken aback by its ornate beauty. The one-hundred-forty-four by ninety-two-foot rectangular hall was a marvel of nineteenth-century splendor. The main floor was flat, and a shallow straight balcony wrapped around three walls. The walls were filled with pilasters, arches, dentil moldings, demi-lune clerestory windows, and gold-framed enamel medallions depicting Hulstlander rabbits in various poses. The ceiling was also flat but was deeply coffered and ornamented too.
Principal Graaf took pride in the wonder on the boys' faces. "This all looks very fancy, but the ornamentation is very important to the acoustics, which is why my grandfather had it done in even more relief than the original. See how the floor, ceiling, and walls are all basically flat and parallel? If they were unornamented, the hall would generate incredible standing waves, making for a very muddy sound. The deep relief of the plaster and gold leaf help disperse the sound in random directions, preventing most of the standing waves. This hall has an even cleaner, crisper sound than the original in Amsterdam."
The group worked their way down the center aisle toward the raised truncated ellipse of a wooden stage, turning and gawking all the way. The stage was raised about four feet and was level in the front, but it had four curved wooden risers toward the back so that all players could be seen and heard. Behind the risers were seven curved rows of seats for either extra audience members or singers. They flanked an impressive organ case that almost touched the fifty-seven-foot-high ceiling.
"One main difference between our hall and the one in the Netherlands," Principal Graaf continued, "Is that our seats are on removable palettes that are picked up with specially-designed hand forklifts. Once the seats are removed and the maple floor is revealed, our concert hall is transformed into a giant ballroom. We still have the stage, of course, where we put the band or DJ."
Drew asked, "Is this where you hold the school dances?"
Vice-principal Davis responded, "Yes, our first of the school year will be the traditional father-son introductory dance at the end of September."
Bunny approached Drew and bowed deeply. "Dad, may I have the honor of this dance?"
Drew laughed and put out his arms to lead Bunny in dancing to Johann Strauss's "Rosen aus dem Suden" waltz, which was heard only in their heads.
The naked father and son looked amazing as they held each other loosely, Bunny with his left hand resting on Drew's powerful shoulder, and Drew with his right wrist wrapped under Bunny's underarm, and his hand caressing his son's granite latissimus dorsi, twirling up and down the aisle in perfect synchronicity, Drew's long hair flying back from the centrifugal force, as both of them leaned their upper bodies back . Their legs and asses flexed as they danced like two professionals on the ballroom competition circuit, exhibiting exquisite masculine grace.
They never lost their lovestruck smiles as their outstretched arms dipped and rose on the impetus of each alternating three-count. They choreographed their dance so that they ended exactly where they started. Drew spun Bunny out of his hold without letting go of his right hand as they both raised their arms in salute, and to invite the inspection of those present. They bowed to the sincere applause of Yu-Joon, Robert Davis, and Jacob Graaf.
"You two look as if you have been studying all your lives," Graaf exclaimed. "You must help teach ballroom dance with our dance club. We always have heightened interest before the father-son dance. Do you know other dances?"
Bunny and Drew smiled at each other. They didn't know the waltz until a few minutes ago, but they were confident they could help teach other fathers and sons to be less awkward and enjoy each other more.
Drew replied, "Well, of course, we know the Polenez, Mazurka, and Oberek. We wouldn't be good Polish boys if we didn't. We also foxtrot and swing dance, don't we Bunny?"
Drew smiled at Bunny to lead him on. "Don't forget the Macarena, dad, you goofball."
"So you'll help," Graaf almost pleaded?
"Of course we will," Bunny replied for the two of them. It will be a great way to meet other people."
The principal led the group out of Concertgebouw West and into a large foyer shared with the theater. It was a beautiful space but felt almost Spartan in comparison to the lavish interior of the concert hall.
"Do you have other artistic talents, young man," Vice-principal Davis inquired.
"Not much. I play harp, piano, and guitar. And I sing a bit, but that's it," Bunny replied. Drew squinted at his son, silently chastising him for his false modesty.
"Bunny is quite good at all of those, actually. I think he excels at the harp," Drew bragged.
"Dad," Bunny whined.
"Gosh, we haven't had a harpist here to speak of in a few years," Principal Graaf said. "It would nice if you could play. Let's go to the orchestra rehearsal room and see if the harp is set up. I don't know that it's very well in tune."
Principal Graaf was rushing down a hallway to the orchestra room without checking that the crowd was following. His excitement entertained the other four as they hurried to catch up. The harp was apparently a personal passion of his.
As they entered the large, but rather nondescript room, they saw the principal pulling a quilted cover from the pedal harp. He gestured to Bunny in an invitation to try it out. Bunny took a seat and adjusted the height of the bench before plucking a few strings. The tuning had gone quite sour. He found a tuning wrench in a pocket of the cover and set to work almost faster than any of the men could see. In less than two minutes, the forty-seven chevilles controlling the tension of the strings were set to tune the harp perfectly.
"Any requests," Bunny asked, looking around the room. Four sets of shoulders shrugged as Bunny brought the instrument to rest on his right shoulder, the twenty-four-carat gold leafing of the traditional ornate column, crown, and neck glistening in the bright lights of the rehearsal hall. The teen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
When his rendition of Claude Debussy's "Clair de Lune" was over, nobody dared breathe or speak. Nobody remembered how. It was subtle and graceful, yet he was able to build to a crescendo louder and more powerful than one might think the harp capable of producing.
Bunny returned the harp to its resting position. Principal Graaf came over, fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around Bunny's waist, and pressed the side of his face in the teen's belly, gently rocking them both. His was moved beyond words.
Bunny stroked Jacob Graaf's very neatly combed blond hair. After a few minutes, Doctor Graaf lifted his head to look at Bunny with a bright smile.
"Thank you." Nothing more needed to be said.
"Does this mean I don't have to try out," Bunny joked to break the serious mood.
"You just did," a voice came from the double doorway.
The group turned to see and man and six teens clustered in the doorway, having been drawn by the exquisite music. In the center of the group was the tall, swarthy man who had spoken.
"Ah, perfect timing, maestro. I didn't realize you were still here, or I would have sought you out," Principal Graaf said to the sweaty group.
Then, turning back to the visitors, "Bunny Tarnow, I would like to introduce you to our orchestra director, Josue Otero Ponce. He has newly arrived from Argentina, so you will please be patient as he perfects his English."
Bunny stood and walked over to the crowded doorway, inviting all to behold his nakedness. He waved shyly to the other students, and, in perfectly-inflected Argentinian Spanish, greeted the tall, dark, and handsome man, "I'm happy to meet you, Maestro Ponce. Principal Graaf tells us that you might be in need of a harpist, so I offer myself to your service and also to play the harp."
Drew laughed at his son, understanding the Italianate-Spanish dialect as easily as if it were his native tongue. He approached and introduced himself as Bunny's dad. Maestro Ponce's face registered surprise that the relatively young man could be Bunny's father, and also at his perfect Spanish. But the similarity in their appearance left no doubt as to their shared DNA. The naked father then added in Spanish, "I also offer myself to your service, but I do not play the harp."
The three laughed heartily while the others struggled to pick up a word here and there.
The maestro then turned to his bosses. "We are through inventorying and rearranging all the orchestral instruments. I'm pleased with what I've found. But, there are two pianos in need of service and a double bass that needs its tuning pegs replaced. There are several winds that could use new pads, but the boys have volunteered to come back and help me with that task.
"These boys have been of great assistance. But we've worked ourselves into sweaty messes, so we are headed to the gym so that I can wash them in the showers and we can help each other relax before I treat them to dinner."
The faces on a few of the boys betrayed what kind of "relaxation" they were hoping for from the thirty-two-year-old, six-foot-three-inch Argentinian man. Drew looked at him with smoldering lust. Josue Ponce answered the all-important question: what if a young Hugh Jackman were Argentinian?
The maestro's thin cotton T-shirt was almost transparent from his sweat, with his white soccer shorts not far behind. His black, center-parted shag was matted with sweat. Drew half hoped that the showers weren't working so he and Bunny could give him a tongue bath instead. He was intrigued that he thought he saw a glint of something at the hem of Josue's shorts. Perhaps he had some jewelry down there?
Both Drew and Bunny thought into each other's minds how much they, too, would love to relax with this man.
"We were just about to take a look at the theater, then head over to the gym complex, so we will likely run into you there," Vice-principal Davis told the crowd in the doorway.
Maestro Ponce yoked two boys under each of his long arms. "The boys tell me that they need a lot of relaxing, so I'm sure we will still be in the training area when you get there. We'll leave the door open."
Principal Graaf waved to the departing group before returning his attention to his guests. "Let's go see the theatre and support areas, then we can head over to the gym and catch up with Maestro Ponce and his team. I'm sure you'll be eager to get to know them."
Bunny's horizontal erection left no doubt about his eagerness to get to know all of them, but especially his conductor.