Ansel hadn't heard the other cars drive up, so he was surprised when Lucio scooted out from beneath him and began getting dressed in a rather hurried manner. The professor watched his lover closely and nodded at his instructions. When Lucio had left the bedroom, Ansel stretched his long arms and reluctantly removed himself from the bed. The professor meandered over to his leather bag and dug through it, removing clothes similar to Lucio's. Unlike Lucio, however, Ansel skipped the boxers and choose to go commando. If it was just the maid as Lucio believed, Ansel was sure his young lover would send them away with a sweet smile and perhaps a tip for making the unnecessary trek. A stranger catching a glimpse of the outline of Ansel's impressive cock wasn't much of a concern for him. He slipped on a pair of heathered gray slim fit joggers that hung low on his narrow hips and hugged his muscular thighs in a way that often got him looks whenever he went to the gym and a slightly loose white tank top with black and blue pinstripes running across the chest. Ansel rolled his shoulders and stretched out his athletic arms one more time before he made his way to the open bedroom door, eager to cut into that pancake and feed it piece by sensuous piece into Lucio's beautiful mouth.<br/><br/>He was halfway down the stairs when he heard Lucio's voice calling to him, bidding him to the front of the cottage. Company? Was the maid considered company? No, it must have been someone else. Maybe the Banes' neighbor, or someone from the small town? Ansel shrugged his shoulders and descended the rest of the steps, sliding through the kitchen to the front door where Lucio stood with his two younger brothers.<br/><br/>Ansel stopped and raised his eyebrows, slowing his pace and coming up behind Lucio with a slight smirk on his face. "I see a few more Banes have decided to grace me with their presence," he said playfully, stopping a few steps short of the boys. "So you must be Griffith," Ansel said to the middle brother, holding out his hand and shaking it firmly. "And you're Cassio, yes?" He repeated the action with the youngest brother, and after a couple of seconds he pulled back and crossed his arms casually over his chest. "I saw your photographs along the wall up the staircase. Very impressive."<br/><br/>It seemed that Ansel's paranoia at having their weekend interrupted by Lucio's family had come true. While there seemed to be enough bedrooms in the cottage for the four of them, Ansel figured that Lucio wouldn't be so excited about fucking like wild dogs with his little brother sharing a wall. That would certainly put a damper on their mini-vacation. At least the boys hadn't arrived while Ansel's dick was buried inside of their older brother, though Ansel's body still glistened with sweat. The professor's eyes moved to peek out the window at the side of the front door where he saw a collection of teenagers huddled and talking to one another. It was worse than he had thought. The brothers had brought a collection of bodies with them. They were all beautiful and dressed like they had money. Ansel briefly wondered if these could be some of Griffith's and Cassio's modeling friends, or if the Banes just liked surrounding themselves with people as lovely as them.<br/><br/>"It looks like Lucio's and my presence has interrupted your plans a bit."