Page 13 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

Benji shakes his head. As they inch closer, their eyes are widening with fear, but then the strangest thing happens. Their lips touch, Bennet’s mouth opens slightly, and they’re sharing a tender kiss. It’s not like the ones I’ve seen them share before. Heck, it’s unlikeanythingI’ve seen before. They effortlesslybridge the gap between platonic affection and passion, leaving a heavy aura of overlapping emotion in the room. As Bennet deepens the kiss, he wraps his fingers around Benji’s cock again. Each stroke makes Benji moan into his mouth; then Benji reaches down and takes Bennet into his hand, whimpering at the connection. Their hands explore each other timidly, and all the while, their fists remain locked around each other, pumping at a matching rhythm.

It goes on for a while, lips against lips, cocks in hand. Eventually, they pry themselves away from each other, looking at each other in disbelief.

“Benji,” Bennet whispers with so much hope in his voice, I almost can’t stand it. He sounds so damn happy.

“Bennet,” Benji says, his voice cracking.

“Boys?” They slowly break eye contact, giving me their undivided attention. “That was beautiful.” I give each of them an assuring smile, caressing the small of their backs affectionately. Then I lead them to the bed, and they climb in, kneeling in front of each other, waiting for me with their pre-cum coated hands held out. I know I should just get in the bed and watch, but the light keeps reflecting off their wet hands, and it’s like the visual equivalent of a siren’s song, luring me closer to them, making me take their wet hands into mine and give them a squeeze. “Go on. I want you to come.”

Benji’s pumping feverishly, his hand a blur of rubs and tugs. Bennet’s got his face pressed against Benji’s, breathing heavily. They’re working each other’s cocks like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do, and surprisingly, the sight of them—so completely uninhibited, despite being watched by a paternal figure—has my heart racing faster.

“Nate,” Benji moans. “God. I’m close, Nate. I’m so close.”

“Me too,” Bennet says, his voice little more than a whimper. “Sir.”

I don’t know why the urge to move closer to them is so strong, but it’s been there ever since they entered my room. It’s the protector in me, demanding I wrap my arms around them and remind them they’re loved. Protected. Cherished. So, that’s what I do. Giving in to my protective urges, I hang an arm around each of their shoulders. Their bodies tremble at the contact, and their eyes slam open, staring at me.

“Nate,” they say in voices I’ve never heard before.

They’re staring at me like I’m a god. Like I’ve come down from on high, just to allow them to bask in my presence. I dig my nails deep into their shoulders, loving the soft moans it earns me.

“That’s it. Go on, little guys. I’ve got you. Let go.”

“Where?” Benji quickly asks. “Where should we come?”

Damn. We clearly haven’t thought this thing through. As much as I love my boys, I don’t love the idea of sleeping with a cum-covered blanket. It’s not so much the semen itself, but the fact I’ll have to wash my bedspread in the morning.

“You can come on me,” I finally say. “Like Benji did this morning.”

Their eyes widen, and like adorable cartoon characters, they look dazedly at each other, then back at me, their voices mixed in concert when they say, “We can?”

“Yeah. Come on, boys. It’s either on me or on the blanket, and I don’t feel like washing another load tonight.”

Benji cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’ve got a load for you.”

I know my cheeks must have me looking like a blushing virgin, but I can’t help it. He’s always been cheeky, but it feels different now. It probably has something to do with the fact that his erection is only inches away from me, and the head is growing redder by the second.

Removing my hand from Benji’s shoulder, I lift my shirt halfway up my chest. Their eyes lock on mine before dippingdown to my stomach. Suddenly, I feel more exposed than I ever have. I know they don’t look at me sexually—a ridiculous idea, quite frankly—but I still worry they’ll see my pudgy stomach and lose their masturbatory momentum. They don’t, though. If anything, it seems to exacerbate their need for release. They’re visually feasting on me like I’m the last man on Earth.

“I’m sorry,” I tell them, pointing at my gut. “I know this ain’t the prettiest picture to look at.”

“Nate,” Benji whispers. “You look so handsome.” His voice is hushed, like he’s embarrassed by the admission. His words can’t be true, though. I’m not special at all. Just a mid-forties man with what my son refers to as a dad bod, and a hairline long-past receding. Heck, I don’t know. Maybe he’s just saying it to make me feel better. No one’s given me a second glance in years—certainly not my ex-wife—so it’s hard to believe the words he’s saying.

“You think so?” I finally ask as he picks up the pace.

“So fucking cute.”

Bennet’s nodding in agreement with Benji, and it feels like being gut-punched with the truth. Bennet’s never been one to lie in order to make someone feel better. He tells it like it is—a straight shooter. Seeing him agree that I’m attractive on some level fills me with pride.

Their hands are moving at an impossible speed, flicking pre-cum from their dicks like rain droplets. Each time another drop lands on me, there’s this funny feeling in me that I can’t place. It’s familiar, but I can’t figure out what it means.

“Good boys,” I say, lifting the tail of my shirt higher. They’re approaching release, but I’ve only got one free hand, and I want them both to feel me when they come. I want them to know I’m here, and when they’re with me, I’ve got their back, so I bring my shirt over my head and toss it behind me with no care for whereit lands. The boys’ eyes open at the same time, and they stare wide-eyed at my shirtless form.

“Jesus,” Bennet says when I wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. Benji joins the mix, moving closer until there’s little room left between us. Their hands work faster, and the slick sound of their friction fills the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Benji moans. Beneath his dick, his balls roll, drawing closer to his body. His cock twitches once, twice, three times before his slit widens and a tsunami of semen shoots out, landing on my stomach.

“That’s it, little man. Good boy, Benjamin! That’s such a good boy.” Each strike feels like fire, warm and overpowering like a flaming arrow. Through it all, as his best friend showers me in his load, Bennet’s eyes never leave mine. He hobbles an inch closer before letting go of his cock and wrapping his arms around my back.

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