“Oh, holy crap.” Detective Lieutenant Jeff Chandler of the LAPD was high as a kite. Weekends in Paradise, California at the Nation’s Top Male Model’s estate were always a little wild. Jeff and six other gay male couples played spin-the-bottle in the evenings when Mark’s young sons and daughter went to bed. He and his husband, robbery detective Mickey Stanton, looked forward to these weekend escapes to keep their sanity. As the game wound down, Jeff spun the empty brown pony-neck beer bottle while seated in a circle on the floor of his and Mickey’s guest bedroom in the thirteen-bedroom manor house. When it pointed to Mark, Jeff knew his luck was running high. He adored that man. Absolutely loved him. He loved only one man more. His husband, Mickey. Mark, with his shoulder-length auburn brown hair and emerald-green eyes, expressed his ecstasy at the coming kiss. They had several drinks with and after a gourmet dinner prepared by Mark’s expert chef, Sierra, and had smoked two or three joints of Mark’s medical marijuana. So the gang of almost twenty men were feeling no pain. When Jeff’s spin aimed at the gorgeous model, whoops, although hushed to not be loud enough for the children to hear, sounded around him. Mickey pushed Jeff’s low back, although Jeff needed no persuasion to touch Mark. On the contrary. “Lieutenant?” Mark said with his British accent, and craned his finger. Jeff crawled across the wall-to-wall carpet in the gorgeous bedroom suit and gazed into those hypnotic cat-like eyes. Mark touched Jeff’s jaw with one finger and Jeff leaned in for that delicious kiss. ~ Mickey watched his husband make out with Mark. Wow. The gang was horny from the sexy game. It was why they played it. They didn’t come to Paradise often, and when they did, it was special. As Jeff became carried away, and who could blame him? Mark’s husband, former LAPD officer Steve Miller, made the move to go after him. As the couples swapped partners when the game ended, or meeting up in pairs or in groups, Mickey held Steve’s jaw and gazed into his blue eyes. Steve was as hot as Mark. But more conservative in his style, like a cop, or military man, since Miller had been both. While Steve lay on top of him, grinding his hard cock against Mickey’s, Mickey spotted Josh Elliot, a former LA lifeguard, and Joe Scarbino, another LAPD cop, but from the community police unit, joining Jeff. They had Mark lying on his back and Jeff was unzipping the Top Model’s pants. Mickey felt a surge of lust wash over him and he and Steve both watched Mark get his big dick sucked by the three men, who shared that monster, and then they yanked each other’s shirts up their chests, and their shorts down their legs. Moans and whimpers surrounded them as the sex heated up. As he and Steve jerked each other off, they admired the sensual acts occurring in the room. Actor and late-night talk show host, Carl Bronson, his actor husband, Keith O’Leary and their young chef, a twink with blond hair and blue eyes, Erin ‘Coco’ Cochran, were exchanging BJs with Blake Hughes and Hunter Rasmussen, two former LA firemen who now lived here at the manor house with Mark. Knocked back into the present by the oral sex he and Steve were having, Mickey watched Steve shift his position so Steve could suck his cock. Mickey dropped flat onto his back when Steve went down on him. and poked his rim with a wet finger. “Oh, fuck, yes.” Mickey closed his eyes and came.
