Page 72 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

Pulling away from Bennet’s mouth, I move closer to my Benji, shrugging nervously. “I guess we’re about to find out.”

“If it hurts, you have to let us know, Dad,” Benji says, rubbing tiny circles in my back. “If you don’t like it, just tell us and we can swap.”

Bennet nods. “It’s okay if you don’t enjoy it. We enjoy it enough for all three of us.”

I take a deep breath and hold it in, mentally preparing for what’s about to happen. In a few minutes, I’m going to be sitting on both my sons’ cocks at the same time. It’s a realization that leaves me dizzy and more than a bit breathless, but I refuse to let the fear of the unknown stop us from sharing this moment. Heck, I might end up liking it.

I’m on my knees at Bennet’s side, taking deep breaths to steady my heart as Benji approaches from behind. Benji sits opposite Bennet, lying on his back and then scooting his ass closer on the bed. Once their cheeks are touching, Bennet takes their cocks in his hand, holding them right against each other. Without thinking, I lean forward and take them both into my mouth. Neither of my boys are very long, nor are they terribly thick, but my jaw still aches as I take them both to the back of my throat. They’re making small, animalistic sounds as I suck them. Sudden gasps. Muffled whimpers. I hear my name a few times before finally pulling off.

“Are you ready for me, boys?”

They’re staring at me with dazed expressions. “Come on,” they whine.

“Come be our good boy, Dad.”

“The best boy,” Bennet agrees.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “I don’t think anyone can top either of you in that department.”

Benji winks at me. “You can top me in any department.”

I groan. “And you make fun of me for my dad jokes.” I hobble forward on my knees, lifting my leg and hoisting it over until my ass is directly over their dicks. I’m facing Benji, because I feel like he needs me more at this moment. I’ll turn around in a bit, I just need him to see me, so he knows I’m okay. That we’re okay.

Bennet’s hand kneads my ass, and he leans up long enough to lick a direct stripe from my base to the initial valley of my crack. “Hold our dicks and I’ll guide him down,” Bennet tells Benji. “Good. Just like that. All right, are you ready, Daddy?”

I look over my shoulder at him, blushing like crazy. “You’re dang right, I am. Fuck me, buddy. Make me yours.”

Bennet pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, then he pulls at my hips, lowering me closer to their laps. I feel their cockheads press against me, and it makes my entire body jolt like I’ve just stuck a fork into a power socket. My body twitches with anticipation as I watch Benji’s determined face. He’s staring at the place we’re connected like a pilot trying to land a plane in a hurricane, as if nothing that has ever happened has been more important than this moment.

I close my eyes. Breathe. Release.

The pain is undebatable. There is no pleasure as their heads slip inside—not yet, at least. I refuse to let this initial discomfort ruin the moment, though. I’m giving my Bens something no one else ever has. This thing we’re sharing, it’s ours. No one else will ever know what it feels like to have my boys inside them. They’ll never have the privilege of witnessing their excited, nervous smiles as I take their topping virginity. It’s a moment we can relive as many times as we want, thanks to the new security camera we mounted on my bedroom wall after our trip to the mall.

I don’t know how much more I can take. The pain spikes and sparks like wildfire around my ring as I lower myself further. I can handle what they’ve given me so far, but I genuinely don’tknow if I can take another three or four inches. I prepare for more pain, but just as quickly as I decide to push past that potential ache, I come to an abrupt stop, my breath hitching when I realize I’ve reached the end of the line. Never in my life have I been more appreciative of small dicks.

I stare down at Benji in amazement, because . . . this? This, I can do. This, I can absolutely handle.

“What’s wrong?” he breathes, his jaw tensing as I clench my hole around them.

“I can do this!” I say excitedly, much louder than the situation calls for. But I can’t help it. I’m just so thrilled that I don’t hate the way they feel fucking into me, and knowing I can share this with them now. I can give myself to them the same way they give themselves to me. “Nothing is wrong. I like it, son.” I’ve got one hand over his heart as I use the other to support my weight. Rising, I slide away from them, only to slide back down a few moments later. The action rips the breath from their lungs and sends their backs arching up. Looking back, I smile down at Bennet. “Does it feel okay, baby?”

“Daddy,” he whimpers. “It’s so tight. So perfect.” His hand rubs up and down my back, pausing long enough to squeeze my ass each time he passes by. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to do this to anyone. Thank you!” His hips are rising and falling, and when I turn and look down at Benji, I realize he’s doing the same. As when they fingered me, my boys are working on opposite paths, so when one fucks himself into me, the other is pulling out, seesawing their way toward completion.

“You look so fucking sexy like this, Benjamin,” I mumble before leaning down and claiming his mouth. “Harder. You can fuck me harder, boys. It’s okay. I can take it.”

Their hips work faster, repeatedly striking that special place with their cocks. They make me feel fuller than I’ve ever felt. Even when Tate was younger and we’d take him down to theGolden Corral after Sunday service, I never got this full, and I used to eat three whole plates. I rise and fall repeatedly, but my boys must notice how weak my knees are, because when I rise one final time, they both grab my hips, holding me up.

“Stay,” they instruct, and all I can do is follow their lead. Slowly, their hips rise off the bed, and my boys fuck me like I’m a human Fleshlight. As they slam into me, my eyes focus on Benji, watching him move closer and closer toward the edge. The faster he fucks up into me, the closer he gets, and I want to help him on his journey.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. “That’s it. God, you feel so fucking incredible.” Benji’s back arches higher and he lets out a grunt as he shoots the first shot. When Bennet cries out my name, I look back at him, my cheeks burning. Our eyes meet, and I give him an insistent nod. “That’s my boy. Breed me, buddy.”

His back arches, and I feel another rush of warmth lining my walls. This feels too good. Too damned perfect to ever have been meant for me, but I’ll take it all the same.

I rise off their dicks, not giving them a chance to react. Once I’m kneeling beside them, I pull Benji across the bed until he’s lying right beside his brother. They watch with sleepy eyes as I hover over them, stroking my cock as I hold eye contact with Bennet, then with Benji.

“Open your mouths. Now.”

My heart thunders when their lips part, allowing me passage. Angling my dick at Bennet’s face, I growl out, “Be Dad’s good boy, Bennet.” He leans up, leaving only inches between us. All it takes is the flick of his tongue, and I’m exploding into his mouth. Three jets shoot out, splashing across his tongue and teeth, leaving a messy puddle on his lips. I whirl to my left and aim at Benji’s face, my insides spinning as another three shots fire, striking his nose and cheek. I thrust forward, sliding my cockinto his mouth and down his throat with ease. As I fuck his face, Bennet moves behind me and spreads my cheeks.

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