Page 33 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“That’s it, Bennet,” I shout so he can hear me. “Take care of him, buddy. That’s a good boy.”

Their bed stops squeaking, and I curse myself because I’ve ended whatever fun they’ve been having. They were having the time of their lives, and then I had to insert myself and pull them out of the moment. Shit.

The bed squeaks.

“Dad,” Benji calls out. “He’s stroking my cock.”

A bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip, and I use my thumb to collect it, then spread it across my shaft. “That’s a good boy, Bennet. I’m so proud of you, baby.” God, I’ve been stroking less than five seconds and I’m already close. Sharing this moment with them feels surreal. These are my boys. My only real friends at this point, and I’ve never felt closer to them.

“He feels so good, Nate,” Bennet says. “I think he’s about to come.”

Oh, fuck, yes. I want that. I want my Benji to shoot his load all over Bennet. Maybe rub the head of his little cock back and forth across Bennet’s lips, dirtying him up.

“That’s it, Benjamin. Come. I want you to come for me, buddy. Can you do that? Can you be Dad’s good boy?”

“Oh, God,” he screams. “God. Dad, I’m?—”

I flick a few photos over until I land on an image of my boys, side by side. They’re beaming into the camera like they’re smiling at me.

Fuck. I don’t even swear, but the way I feel right now, I kind of want to scream the dirtiest words I know. To pepper those words with my boys’ names once I’m done. Right now, I can understand why my son enjoys public play so much, because I want my boys here with me. Sharing the moment. Watching me with pride. Telling me how happy they are that my dick’s finally kicked my sex drive back in gear. They’d be so proud of me. They’re always so fucking proud?—

“Fuck!” I moan, erupting all over my chest. “Bennet. God. Fuck. Benji.” Their smiling faces are staring back at me on the phone, and I can’t tear my eyes away from them. Blast after blast, I paint my skin, my eyes never leaving theirs. “Dad loves”—I groan, my teeth clenched, jaw locked, as another jet shoots out, landing on my nipple.—“you. Fuck. Fuck, Benji. Bennet.”

As I steady my breathing, their smiling faces are my only tether to this place. It feels like I’m floating, drifting farther and farther away, then I hear them. Their quiet footsteps racing down the hall. My Benji giggling to himself as he approaches. I pull my blanket over my still-leaking cock, groaning when I realize I’ll have to wash it in the morning to get the cum out. I should have washed it last night, after they slathered me in cum and slept pressed against me in bed.

Once my penis is hidden away, I pull my underwear up but don’t bother with the pajamas, kicking them off until they’re just a bulge beneath the blanket.

I look up to find the Bens standing in my doorway, their chests glistening with cum, naked as the day they were born. Fuck.

“Hey, Dad,” Benji whispers.

“Hi, Nate,” Bennet adds, his voice just as soft as Benji’s. They’re holding hands, and Bennet’s thumb is rapidly rubbing the side of Benji’s hand. They share a nervous glance before nodding at each other. I’m not sure what they’re agreeing to, but I don’t think I care. I just came for the first time in months, and I’m riding an incredible full-body high, so I’m essentially blissed out of my mind.

“It’s lonely without you,” Benji says, staring at his feet. “Can we come cuddle in the big bed?”

“You never have to ask.” I flash Benji a smile as I collect a bit of cum from my chest and hold my hand up to show him. “Youmight get a little sticky, though.” His eyes widen and he licks his lips.

“Is that your cum?” Benji asks.

I nod. “It sure is, buddy.”

The Bens share a look, and for once, I think I know what they’re saying. They’re silently asking if it’s because of them. Heck, I think we’re all wondering, but they stand there, each questioning the other. Bennet’s too tired to mull it over for long, and he joins me on the bed. Benji follows behind, and to my surprise, he doesn’t go to the side of his best friend. He comes to me. He lies beside me. Benji’s cuddling up next to me, his sticky cock flush against my hip. Benji takes my cum-covered hand and guides it to his body, smearing the remnants of my load on his hip.

“Now you know you’re safe,” he says, leaning over and giving me a quick peck on the lips. The action makes my heart thunder in my chest, because it’s such an intimate display of affection, and it’s not something we’ve ever made a habit of doing. If it makes him feel more secure, I’ll let him do it for as long as he needs. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give these boys. “You never have to be sad or lonely again. We’re gonna take care of you the way you take care of us. I promise.” He leans down and presses another kiss to my lips, but it lasts a little longer this time. Each second feels like a lifetime. When he pulls away he’s giving me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen. It’s like sunshine and happiness are bundled beneath his skin, and I want them to stay buried forever, ingrained into his DNA.

“I love you, buddy,” I say, stroking his cheek.

Is that a tear in his eye?

“Dad,” he chokes out, and then he throws himself around me, hugging me tightly. “I love you too. Probably more than I should.”

I chuckle. “You can love me as much as you want. I’ll take it all.” I give him a final peck on the forehead before darting my eyes toward Bennet. Not wanting our boy to feel left out, I roll on my side toward him, scooping some cum off my chest and offering it to him. “Do you want to wear me too? I don’t mind.”

He’s got his lip pulled between his teeth, but it plops out, red and maybe a little raw from nibbling, and says, “Please?”

How the heck did I get so lucky? These boys are the sweetest souls in the world. They’re everything. I slather my load on his chest, tickling his tummy, right beneath his belly button. “I love you, Bennet.” I lean forward and offer him the same kiss Benji gave me a moment ago. The second our lips touch, Bennet melts in front of me. His body goes limp and he lets out a contented sigh. It doesn’t last terribly long. Maybe three or four seconds at most. When I pull away, his eyes are half-lidded, and he dreamily follows after me, chasing the kiss. I pull him against me and motion Benji forward until he’s spooning me. Benji’s hand is around my waist, and I grab it and hold on. We’re connected now. It almost feels like we’re tethered to each other, and the act of breaking apart feels impossible, so we simply lie here and nap the rest of the day away.

Downstairs, the sound of laughter fills this once-dreary house. The scent of bacon clings to the air, so thick it almost feels like I could open my mouth and take a bite. The bed is empty, and panic hits me, because when I fell asleep, my boys were here beside me. I dozed in and out throughout the night, wanting to make sure Bennet was okay. Each time I woke up, my dick wasthrobbing, leaking all over the things next to me. Unfortunately, that meant Bennet and Benji. One time, I was even thrusting against Bennet’s leg. I felt like a monster. Here he is, thinking his new dad is the bee’s knees, and I’m practically molesting the man. Unintentional or otherwise, it doesn’t change the facts. My boys trust me, and I was basically fucking one of my son’s thighs.

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