Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Wait. What? I don’t get to come?”
“Did you misunderstand what I said?” I took a swipe at his tight, shaved sac.
The heel of his foot pressed into me. “You’re so mean, Daddy. Ian, you’re nice. You’ll make me come, won’t you?”
To my surprise, Ian laughed. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting me in trouble. I’m doing what we were told.”
Jordan’s eyes caught mine, and I could see the hope bloom there that I knew matched my own. Ian had said the words so easily, I wasn’t even sure it had computed with him yet.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s obeying today.” I got up on my knees, leaned over Jordan, and kissed Ian. “Good boy. You can come if you’d like, but make it quick if you do.” I turned to Jordan, took his mouth, fed him my tongue, and sucked on his. He immediately arched up toward me, and I pulled away. “Daddy likes making his naughty boy suffer.”
“Can I at least watch Ian?”
“Yes.” I got out of bed and left them to it. Ian jacked off, Jordan talking him through it as I took a leak, washed my hands, then brushed my teeth. I came out just as Ian was covered in cum.
“Can I eat it?” Jordan asked.
My dick perked up. I really wanted to wreck his ass again, but I knew I couldn’t. Not yet. “I guess.”
He leaned over and sucked all the spunk from Ian’s stomach, hands, and groin. “Thank, you, Daddy. Thank you, Ian. Can we have real breakfast now?”
“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” Ian said.
“Thanks.” Jordan winked.
I adored them both—so different, yet both equally special. “Take care of your business, then come into the kitchen. Remember to stay naked, please.”
After pulling on a pair of briefs and a T-shirt, I made my way to the kitchen. I’d just finished pulling items out of the fridge and cabinets when they joined me. “There are aprons hanging by the pantry. You can use them while we cook.”
They nodded, put them on, and we made hash browns and veggie omelets for breakfast. I made them remove the aprons while we ate outside on the deck. Jordan wasn’t fazed, but Ian’s eyes darted around as if someone was lurking behind the trees. Still, he obeyed and didn’t say yellow or red, so I didn’t coddle him.
We did the dishes together, and then I sat on the couch and instructed them to stand in front of me. I talked Jordan through getting on his knees and sucking Ian off while I watched and jacked off. I came when Ian did, Jordan drinking it down, then had them both suck up my load.
We stayed in the cabin all day, talking and cuddling and watching movies. We talked some about the things we would be doing together. Ian didn’t have specifics he wanted the way Jordan had from the start, so we would go with the flow, and he knew he could change things up at any time, and yellow or red were always an option.
Ian hadn’t been able to get another day off, so we were heading back to LA that evening. Still, we had some time to just enjoy each other, which was what we did—and once we went home too.
The next few weeks we found ourselves in a routine. We made meals together when we could, and Ian and I jogged together in the mornings. Jordan made some kind of sweet nearly every other day, and I had no idea what we’d do with it all. We sucked each other off, and we fucked Jordan, but we hadn’t had Ian’s ass yet. I was giving him time.
He was doing well, though. He settled into our dynamic, “Sir” falling more easily from his tongue. It wasn’t perfect, but I never expected perfection. I expected honesty.
One day when it was just Ian and me, he got a phone call that his apartment would be ready the following week. I told him I’d like it if he stayed here instead of moving back out, and he surprised me by agreeing to officially move in.
When Jordan slept over, the three of us shared my bed, but Ian stayed in his room when Jordan wasn’t there. It was his choice, and I respected it.
He was at work today, so it was just me and Jordan at the house. I’d spent the last couple of hours spoiling him, feeding him, and telling him how pretty he was just to watch him melt.
We were lying on the couch, me in pants and Jordan naked at my feet, when I said, “I wanted to tell you about something. It’s not a big deal, but I’ve already talked to Ian some about my past, and I don’t want secrets between us. It’s important to me that we’re all on equal footing.”