Page 55 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

My boys are on their knees, crawling toward me within seconds. I lower my legs, allowing them to use my thighs as pillows. Once they’re resting on my thighs, Bennet and Benji stare into each other’s eyes. Bennet’s the first to move. He reaches for Benji’s hand and holds on for dear life as he brings his lips to my balls and presses a gentle kiss against the skin.

He whimpers and whines, and all it takes to get Benji going is a quick flick of my fingers through his hair. He dives down, sucking one of my balls. He moans at my flavor, the action making my entire sack vibrate.

I stroke myself as I stare down at them, feeling like a god amongst men. The way they act as if my pleasure is the only thing that matters in the world makes my cock swell even harder. I’m almost fully erect, and my boys are staring up at it like it’s their holy grail. A finger slips between my cheeks, and I cry out when it touches my hole. It has to be Benji’s doing. Bennet wouldn’t cross that line yet. Not without permission—though he never needs permission from me. Benji applies pressure, my hole opening up for the tip of his finger. Jesus. I’ve been missing out. I want him deeper. I want him in me, reminding me he’s mine.

“Does that feel good, sir?”

Sir.

If his plan was to make my cock stiffen into a full-blown erection, he’s succeeded. There’s even a pearl of pre-cum at the tip. I collect it with my thumb and hold it out for my boys. They launch forward, taking turns licking my fingertips.

“You said we could do anything we want, right?” Benji asks, sliding his finger further into my hole. He’s gone in dry, but I don’t give a damn. He could glue sandpaper on his finger and I’d still let him in.

“Anything,” I breathe, slowly stroking my shaft. “Whatever you want.”

Bennet looks over at Benji and smiles. He brings his hands to his chest like he’s about to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, and despite the fact Benji’s got a finger inside me, he brings his other hand to his chest. They each form a fist and shake them once, twice, three times before making their selection. Bennet throws down a flat hand. Paper. Benji sighs, because he’s still holding his hand in a fist. Paper might cover rock, but the tears in our boy’s eyes cover both Bennet and my faces with worry.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, cupping his cheek with the hand that was just gripping my dick. Benji inhales deeply, purring like a kitten.

“Nothing. Sorry, Daddy. Bennet won fair and square.”

“Won what?” I ask. “Guys, I need you to keep me in the loop. I might be getting better at this twin power foolishness, but I’m not exactly fluent in your many expressions. Please don’t keep secrets from me.”

Bennet’s eyes widen. “We weren’t keeping secrets, we were . . .” He closes his eyes and sighs. “We were trying to decide who you’re going to fuck first.”

It’s my turn to choke and sputter, because oh, my god, he can’t be serious. Is that where this evening is going? Am I going to fuck my sons?

My dick twitches. “You want me to fuck you?”

Bennet bites his lip and nods. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“But you’re my sons,” I say, meaning it as a playful barb, but this doesn’t feel like a joke at all. It feels true. I caress Benji’s cheek, then Bennet’s. “You want your dad to fuck you?”

“Yes, sir,” they agree. Benji pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him, adding to their collection of discarded clothes. Bennet’s underwear from this morning are still on the edge of the bed, and I point at them.

“Give me those,” I order. Bennet looks over and blushes when he sees his underwear. I wink at him. “Come on, baby. Daddy doesn’t have all day.”

He grabs the briefs and holds them out for me, his hands shaking, making the underwear look like a flag being blown by a mighty gust of wind. I grab them from Bennet’s hand, and before he can react, I bring the inside of the crotch to my face and inhale deeply.

Jesus H. Christ.

I wasn’t prepared. How the hell could I ever be prepared for this? Bennet’s scent is the most beautiful scent in the world. There are hints of vanilla and spice, and maybe even a couple of stray droplets from the last time he peed while wearing them. God. I want to ask—no, command—him to never shake his dick after he pisses again, because this mixture of savory and sweet is probably the world’s best aphrodisiac. I pull the underwear back so he can watch me do what needs to be done. I have to show my son I’m into this just as much as he is. He has to know. I don’t ever want him to doubt it again. I extend my tongue and slowly—methodically—lick a long strip up the center of his briefs. His cock was pressed against this fabric for an entire day. It was hot yesterday. His balls would have rested right here the entire afternoon. Jesus. I can taste the sweat. I can smell the natural musk of an eventful day invading my senses. It has me twitching, and I scream, “Holy fucking shit,” when Benji bends down andtakes my cock in his mouth for the first time. He sucks from tip to root then back again before pulling away and grinning at me.

“Language, Dad,” he scolds, then dives back down.

I don’t know how long I’m going to last. His tongue is torture in its most stunning form. Licking and lapping at my shaft, shelling around my tip, inhaling like he’s trying to suck my cum out of a straw. I grab Bennet by the back of the head and bring him down until our foreheads touch. His underwear are still against my face, but I need more. He must see it. Hehasto see it, because he reaches for the underwear and pulls them away.

“How long?” I ask, unable to get anything else out. Thank fuck for twin-slash-triplet magic, because he knows exactly what I’m asking. “How long were you wearing them?”

“I was a bad boy, Dad.”

A growl rattles in my throat. “Daddy’s good fucking boy.” Bennet is the best damn boy, and I won’t hear another word on the matter.

He shakes his head though. “I wore them twice in a row.” Heat settles in his cheeks, but he doesn’t let the embarrassment stop him. “Didn’t wanna go downstairs and get a new pair from the dryer, so I just wore them again.” He touches the fabric, feigning fear. I love him like this. He’s so fucking stunning when he’s playful like this. “They got real sweaty, Daddy. I know I should have told you before you smelled them and started licking on them, but I . . . I just wanted you to taste me. Don’t be mad. ’Kay?”

We both know I’m not even close to being upset with him. If anything, I want to swallow his little cock as a way to give thanks. Maybe I will. But first?—

I rise up a few inches, needing to smell him again. He’s my ambrosia, and I know that as long as I breathe him in, never pausing, never pulling them away, the world no longer exists.We’ll live forever in this steamy void. No worries. No hurt. Just the three of us.

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