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“Just look at me,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. “I want to see you when I come.”

We just gave Benji one of the best orgasms of his life, and I want Bennet to have that too. “I’ll watch you the whole time. I promise.”

He nods his appreciation before returning to the task at hand. He uses his grip to pull Benji back and forth on his lap, his cock grinding between Benji’s creamy cheeks. I’ve only seen it bare a few times, but my God, he’s got an ass sculpted by thegods themselves. I can only imagine how soft the cheeks must feel around Bennet’s little cock. How much pleasure Benji’s bringing the man who loves him more than anyone in the world—me included.

“You too, Dad,” Benji says, finally breaking his silence. “You’re just as hard as us. I want you to come too.”

“Son,” I croak, my dick pulsing against my thigh. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Bennet extends his leg at me, nodding. “Go on. Like we do with you. It’s okay.”

My eyes widen at the suggestion, because . . . absolutely not. These are my sons. My boys. I can’t rut against Bennet’s shin until I’ve left him sticky. What the hell kind of dad does that? A monster, not unlike the Bens’ monster of an ex-boyfriend. I could never. I would never.

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I’m going to have to turn it down.”

A look of rejection shines through his plastered-on smile, but it doesn’t last long, because Bennet’s getting close. His thrusts are short and deep, wedging himself between Benji’s cheeks.

“It’s not working,” he says, sounding crushed. It must tug at Benji’s heartstrings, too, because he repositions himself, creating space between them. Benji reaches down and unleashes Bennet’s cock from the confines of his underwear. It’s a sight I’ll never grow tired of. Bennet’s hard cock fits him perfectly. Not large by any means, but it looks custom fitted, just for him.

Benji’s hand curls around his best friend’s cock, then he looks at me, his eyes pleading. “Come on, Dad. Like you did with me a second ago. He needs us.” In a haze, I place my hand over Benji’s and help him stroke Bennet.

“I’m gonna come,” he breathes. “Fuck. Benji. Nate. I’m gonna come!”

Benji takes me by surprise when he lunges forward, smashing his lips against Bennet’s. His tongue darts into the open mouth, thrusting deeply like Benji’s trying to taste every square inch of Bennet’s mouth. It takes me a moment to notice Benji’s got both hands on Bennet’s jaw, cupping his face. The thing is, there’s something stiff in my hand, and I’m still steadily stroking it. I look down, horrified to find I’m making direct contact. I’m holding my son’s cock. His eyes slam open, locking with mine.

Then it happens. His cock twitches in my hand as shot after shot fires from the tip, painting both their stomachs and a good portion of my hand. His release takes me by surprise, because the sight of his semen makes all this real. I just jacked a man off at the breakfast table, for God’s sake. What the hell is wrong with me?

As if his penis is made of molten steel, I release the hold I’ve got on him and jolt up from my place beside them. The action makes the head of my cock thrust against the fabric of my pajamas, and I feel the tension building at the base of my spine.

“Oh, God. No. No-no-no,” I groan, my cheeks scalding with embarrassment. They can’t see me like this. I can’t make them watch me come. So, I back away, each move making the head thrust against my pajamas, providing me unrequested friction. With my back against the kitchen counter, my eyes bulge, because I might not be able to stop this train from leaving the station. I’m pleading with my eyes for my boys to look away, but they’re too busy staring at my fully-visible bulge.

They stand up from the chair, Benji’s half-hard cock still holding strong beneath his sticky briefs. Bennet’s dick is still dangling over his underwear, and the sight of it makes me shiver. They share a look as they lock hands and slowly walk toward me.

“Come,” Benji finally says.

Bennet nods in agreement. “Come for us. Come for your boys.”

“We do it all the time for you. You always make us feel so safe, Dad. Let us make you feel safe too.” They’re right in front of me, their breaths crashing against my body. As the tingles in my spine subside, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ve escaped the threat of an unrequested ejaculation relatively unscathed, but there’s no time to celebrate, because Bennet places his hand on top of mine. I know what he’s going to do before he does it, and try as I might, I can’t open my mouth to object. It’s like I’m paralyzed by his touch. A modern-day Medusa, minus the snakes.

My sweet, shy Bennet guides me to my cock, placing my palm over my cloth-covered shaft, his thumb brushing against the head, making me whimper. It’s a needy, desperate sound, but thankfully, he doesn’t call me out on it, just continues stroking me by proxy. “You’re doing so good, Nate,” he insists.

“Such a good boy, Dad,” Benji adds, kissing the side of my face. “Come on. It’s okay. Let yourself have this. You’ve earned it.”

The way he talks, it’s like this is just some everyday occurrence. Like stroking your father figure’s dick through the protective shield of someone else’s hand somehow makes it less sordid. Honestly, maybe it does. I know a lot of the gay community are more open sexually than the straight patients I usually help. God knows my biological son, Tatum, gets off on stranger things. I’ve watched his husband finger him on an endless loop for the better part of two weeks. So, what’s the big deal if I masturbate in front of them? It doesn’t mean anything, because these are my boys, and they just want me to have release.

I pump faster and somehow Bennet keeps up with my movement. Each time I stare down at his hand, it feels like it’shim touching me. Like it’s him jacking me off. Him pulling me closer to the brink.

“Dad?” I look Benji right in the eyes, the way I ask him to look at me. “I love you.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I grip the counter, cum exploding from my dick, my cock twitching. These boys have dragged me over the edge with little more than a few kind words and some lewd facial expressions. I don’t know when my legs give way, but the next thing I know, I’m on my ass, staring up at the ceiling, my pajamas soaked. And, all the while, my boys are staring down at me with shit-eating grins.

What the hell did we just do?

CHAPTER 9

NATE

Idon’t know what’s gotten into these boys, but it’s as if we’ve regressed back into puberty. For the past week, it’s been one thing after another. If they’re not making out like love-starved teenagers, one’s got his hand down the other’s pants, stroking his erection. The place is turning into Sodom and Gomorrah, and the strangest part is, I don’t think I mind. I like that they include me, because it tells me I’ve earned their trust, and that’s the greatest gift in the world.

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