Page 34 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

Even worse, I’m just as hard as I was then.

I don’t know what in the world’s gotten into my penis, but I plan to take full advantage of its mid-life encore. Taking myself in my hand, I stroke my dick slowly as I unlock my phone. Initially, I planned on sending them a text, letting them know I need a little privacy, but when I see the image of Benjamin’s erection staring back at me on my home screen, I can’t. I didn’t plan on keeping it as my background for longer than a day or two, but now that it’s here, I don’t think I ever want to change it again. He was so brave showing it to me. My courageous little guy showing me his little engine that could.

I stroke myself slowly, trying to think of what the day might hold for us. If Bennet’s feeling better, we can cuddle on the couch. Maybe he can sit in my lap again. Gosh, it felt so nice to have him there. With one of them in my lap, I feel like I have a purpose again. I don’t want that purpose to ever fade.

Even though I’ve barely begun, I’m already nearing the edge. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. I’ll keep you safe. Show you you’re loved—because you are.” Benji’s penis is burning holes into me from the other side of the screen, and the mental image of his nude form clouds my vision. It sends even more visions coursing through my head. Images of them playing with each other’s cocks. Of them bent over the bed, staring at me over their shoulder. Jesus. I can see it so clearly. A light dusting of hair down Bennet’s crack. Benji’s hairless pucker is exposed as he stares at me with his big, innocent eyes. “I’m coming,” I manage through a grunt. “Fuck.”

Like last night, I erupt, blasting semen into the air, loving the warm wetness when it lands on my chest. I’m not going to wipe it off. I’m going to wear my load like a badge of honor so my sons can see it. Maybe they’ll want to wear me again. I know I sure want to wear them.

Once my heart rate is back to normal, I sit up, surprised to find I feel like a million bucks compared to yesterday. It must’ve been a twenty-four-hour bug, which means Bennet will probably be feeling better too. That realization sends a smile spreading across my face, and I hop up from bed, wanting to check on him. I don’t bother with underwear, just slip into pajamas and head downstairs.

They’re in the kitchen, Bennet is placing silverware at our seats, while Benji rations scrambled eggs between the three of us. I lean against the kitchen archway, watching them work. Bennet whirls toward the sink and sashays over, dancing along to the music they’re playing through the Bluetooth speakers I bought for them last month.

Bennet’s hips are rolling like rapids, left to right, then back again. He’s wearing a pair of cream-colored briefs, almost the same shade as his skin, making it appear like he’s nude. The underwear are bunched between his cheeks, giving me the perfect view of his tight little ass.

Wait.

What the hell was that?

This is Bennet.MyBennet. He’s family. I shouldn’t care how tight his ass is. It’s none of my concern. The longer I stare, the more confused I get, because the man’s dance moves are having a strange effect on me. My heart feels like it might leap out of my chest, my hands are sweating and shaking, and my erection must be the Comeback King, because after months upon months of slumber, he’s waking from hibernation yet again.

I need to sit down before either of them notice, so I rush toward the table and plop down in my chair, calling out, “Morning, boys,” as cheerfully and casually as I can. Once I’ve got my chair safe and secure against the table, hiding my now-stiff cock from view, I breathe a sigh of relief. The relief doesn’t last long, as a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. There’s the scent of rose-scented body wash, and just the slightest hint of . . . vanilla?

Benji’s cologne. Well, my ex-wife’s perfume. He’s been wearing it since I told him it was a scent I love more than anything in the world.

“Good morning, baby boy.” I press my hand on top of his, holding his palm against my heart. He drags it lower until his thumb is able to brush against my nipple, making my body rock beneath him. “Did you sleep well?”

“I always sleep well when I sleep with you,” he says.

“You’ve only slept with me twice,” I remind him, but he just laughs off that fact.

“And I’ve never slept more soundly than I have these last two nights.”

“Me too,” Bennet adds, kneeling at my side. God. What did I ever do to earn the affectionate looks these boys keep giving me? They stare at me like I’m their God. Like their lives depend on me. It’s a look I don’t take lightly. I open my arms, inviting them both in for a hug, and it’s like being pummeled by pure, unfiltered love.

“I’ve still got you all over me, Dad,” Benji says, nuzzling closer to me. “You feel so good on me.”

“Me too,” Bennet adds. “So good, Nate. Benji was right, it makes me feel safe.”

“Well, I’ll give you both as much as I can make.” I stare down at the cooling cum on my chest and smile. “I’m surprised you haven’t stolen this morning’s earnings yet.”

Their eyes snap to my chest, bulging as they say, “Oh my God.”

Benji looks up at me. “You jacked off?”

I know I’m probably blushing like crazy, but I don’t let it stop me from nodding. They wipe their fingers through my load and paint a heart on each other’s chest with it. Benji shares a smile with Bennet, and after each of my boys give me a quick kiss on the forehead, they return to their routine. Benji’s singing something about a cruel summer to himself, and while Bennet’s not nearly as animated as before he knew I was in the room, he’s still gliding around the room, shaking his hips from time to time.

The boys fix my plate and set it in front of me, each of them beaming ear to ear. We eat in relative silence, then I collect their plates and carry them to the sink, forgetting to grab mine in the process. In the time it takes me to place the plates in the sink and turn around, the entire mood of the room has shifted. Benji’s sitting on Bennet’s lap, facing him. He has his legs wrapped around the back of the small kitchen chair, and his hands are on Bennet’s shoulders.

Wonderstruck, I watch as their lips approach slowly. When they touch, it feels like my heart might burst. This isn’t their standard good-morning kiss. It’s not a quick peck on the lips. Their mouths are open, and while I don’t see any tongue, the kiss is deep, and it’s having an effect on Benji, because he’s rolling his hips slowly. Bennet’s nails graze down Benji’s sides, tickling him until Benji’s giggles interrupt their kiss.

“Stop that,” Benji hisses, gently popping Bennet’s hand. I figure this will be the part where they break the kiss and return to our morning routine, but that’s not the case. Benji just glances over his shoulder at me like I’m little more than an afterthought. “You don’t mind, do you, Dad? We’ve been practicing kissing.”

I shake my head, feeling a bit dazed, if I’m being honest. “Practicing?”

He nods. “For when we land our new Daddy. We want to rock his world, don’t we, Bennet?”

Bennet’s hand is on Benji’s waist, inching toward his backside at a snail’s pace, but his eyes are on mine, refusing to look away. “Yeah. Daddy deserves the best.”

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