And then he had to go and call me that, a boy. Just the sound of it made my hole seize in on itself, a whimper curling my lip.
“It’s too late to get you a card,” I said, stepping forward. “And it’s too late to pick up flowers today,” I added, with another small step. “But I think I found the perfect way to show my appreciation.” I closed the distance. “Even if this boy is rude, he can still be nice.”
I absorbed the heat off their bodies and trailed my fingers along my hard cock, stroking the bulging denim as we all stared at each other. The tension was like static electricity, thick in the air. I could already feel their hands on my body, and my balls were heavy with the need to unload just from the smell of them.
Fucking touch me, daddies.
“And what’s that?” Rory said. He stared down at me with intense concentration. It felt like he was reading me, like every thought in my head and every inch of my skin were under his examination. “How are you going to show us that you’re nice?”
Something warm and bubbly gushed through me, and I almost lost the ability to talk.
Fucking fuck! How the hell did Rory just get hotter?
I turned to Franklin, and my breath turned into a needy panting. He had this mixture of excitement and curiosity in his eyes. It was only when his lip quivered softly that I realized.
He was thinking about what he wanted to do to me.
Somehow, that was all the confirmation I needed. I dropped to my knees, then looked up to the guys, towering above me. “Like this.”
I pressed my hand against Franklin’s cock, thick as a sausage in his jeans, then cupped Rory’s fat balls, rolling them through his khakis. Franklin’s gasp quickly turned into a groan, and when I nuzzled my face against Rory’s cock, I saw from the corner of my eye as he took his husband in for a kiss.
I groped at each of them, tugging and rubbing and squeezing as I listened to the sounds of their wet kisses. Gasping as I nuzzled into their crotches, I inhaled their scents as deeply as I could, imprinting the differences between them in my mind.
Finally, I was getting what I fucking needed.
Rory started praising me first. His hand landed on the back of my head, and when his fingers gripped behind my ears, he growled at me.
“Good boy. Good Asher.”
I growled right back, then turned and tugged at Franklin’s jeans. I tugged his pants and his boxers out of the way and freed his cock, which bounced to attention.
“Fucking perfect,” I whispered, then wrapped my fingers around his girth, squeezing the rigid thickness. There were purple veins running down the side, and his mushroom-head crown was darker than his shaft. “A work of fucking art.”
Franklin gasped. “Asher,” he said, but from the halt in his voice, I knew he wasn’t going to get much more out.
A waterfall crashed down onto me, and I was soaked with need for them. Rory tugged his cock out of his pants, and I licked my lips when I saw it was just as stunning as his husband’s. Rory wasn’t quite as long, but he was thicker, with a round base and a hairy, low sack.
I curled my other hand around Rory and started playing with them both, dragging lightly up and down their shafts. Franklin’s groaning and moaning matched my strokes, and I spit in my hands for lube.
“I’ll do anything you want me to,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Just tell me, and I’ll always be good for you.”
And as I said it, I meant it. On my knees right then, I would have given anything just to be told what to do, just to have a hand guiding me.
A pearl of cum leaked out of Rory’s slit. Unable to resist any more, I finally dived down, stretching my jaw and swallowing Rory down, desperate just to taste him.
I let out a muffled groan.
“Good boy,” Franklin cooed as I jerked him harder, pulling his cock right up next to my face, then letting his head beat against my cheek. “Just like that.”
I sucked my lips off of Rory with a pop, then swirled my tongue down Franklin’s shaft. As my saliva and their precum lubricated their dicks, my hands started to slide, groping and tugging at Franklin’s balls one minute, then jerking Rory’s tip back against my lips the next.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I was high off their scent, high off the shadows they cast down on me from the single lightbulb, and fucking high as a damn kite off the salty taste of their precum on my tongue. I wanted to spend the rest of my life on my knees in that shed, my only purpose to please them, but with their groans growing longer, I knew we wouldn’t last forever.
I took Rory’s whole cock in my mouth, his fat crown slamming against the back of my throat as Franklin started to fuck my fist. Groaning, I shoved my hand into my pants and started to jerk myself, using the precum to lube myself up.
Instantly, I was on the edge.
“Good boy,” Rory growled again. “Treat my husband right.”
“Use me,” I gasped as I pulled off of Rory’s cock. “Use me however you want, Franklin.”
I dove back onto Rory’s cock, and Franklin thrust his hips hard, slamming his cock into my fist and up against my face. My balls clenched, and before I could hold back anymore, I sprayed load after load of hot jizz into my jeans.
“Fuck!” Franklin groaned as his own cock thickened in my grip, his voice straining with the orgasm. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you forget where you are.”
“Unnnhhh,” Rory groaned as he sprayed in my mouth. A second later, Franklin’s hips jerked one more time, and his hot jets landed on my cheeks and my nose, dripping down to my lips as I pulled them off Rory’s cock and gasped for breath, licking whatever cum I could get my tongue on.
I let go of my pulsing cock and shot my hand back up to Franklin and Rory. They were still half-hard and leaking as I rubbed my slick hands across them, every inch electric and sensitive and alive.
“Holy shit,” Franklin said. “I mean, wow!”
Rory chuckled as he tucked his cock back into his pants. “You could say that again.”
They both reached a hand down at the same time, and both helped me back up to my feet. My legs were wobbly, and I realized how much of a fucking mess I had made of myself, but I pushed that out of mind and leaned into the guys instead.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Well, I knew I wanted a million things. But all bleary and shaky from the orgasm, there was still some urge that hadn’t been met.
Then Rory took my face in his hands and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were soft as they met mine, but his beard was scratchy and rough. He took me between his lips just long enough that I could really feel it and then parted.
I started to laugh when I saw the smear of cum I had left on his beard, but before I could really make a noise, Franklin had me in his embrace, and our tongues met in a swirl.
There we go.
They both had an arm around me, and I practically melted into their strength. The rest of the world could have burned down around us right there, and I wouldn’t have given a shit. I’d just feel good and protected in their embrace.
But then something else stirred up inside of me, a weird mixture of emotions. Tears suddenly bit at the corners of my eyes, and my breath slowed.
I pulled back, then rubbed my hand over my eyes. With a chuckle, Franklin handed me a handkerchief, and I used it to wipe some of the cum off my cheeks.