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My Daddies loved me. They wouldn’t leave me behind, would they?
I sighed. “Can Henry be big for a while?”
“Of course, Henry,” Daddy Jensen said. “Would you like to tell us what’s bothering you?”
Another sigh. “Just me being dumb, really.”
Daddy Jensen put on his serious face. “Henry, look at me.” Reluctantly, I glanced up, immediately wishing I hadn’t. Daddy wasn’t happy. “Henry, you are our world, but I will not stand by and listen to you put yourself down. You’re smart, have a huge heart, and have turned ours into a mushy cliché. I’ll ask you once not to say anything negative about yourself. If you do it again, Daddy will have to punish you.”
“Spankings?” I blurted it out without thinking.
Daddy Jensen shook his head. “Based upon that response, I’d say that is foreplay and not punishment so it’d have to be something you wouldn’t enjoy.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s better. Now, spit it out,” he demanded, and Daddy meant business. Arms crossed and all.
“I know you both said you love me but I just…” I paused, and did my best to gather the right words. “I can’t help but wonder that now that you’re in love there will come a day you won’t want me anymore. Seems to be the story of my life.”
“Henry,” Daddy Mitchell bent down, placing himself eye level with me. “Don’t you get it?” I shook my head from side to side. “You’re the glue. You are what brought us together. You’re the necessary piece to complete the puzzle. You have us hook, line, and sinker. You’re it for us, Henry.”
“Oh, Daddy,” the tears burst forth and I felt like such a fool. Not only for crying, but for being so damned insecure.
“I think it’s time for Henry’s Daddies to show him just how much they love and need him,” Daddy Jensen said, and held his hand out. He glanced at Daddy Mitchell with a determined look. Nervous flitters crossed Daddy Mitchell’s face though he stilled them just as quickly.
Daddy Jensen led us to his bedroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. “Mitchell, let’s show our boy just how much we love and cherish him.” Daddy Mitchell silently nodded. “Henry,” Daddy Jensen ran a fingertip along my jawline then tilted my chin upward to face him. “If at any time we do anything you don’t like or you want us to stop, just say the word.” When I didn’t respond, he asked again. “Henry, I need you to say the word. You say stop and we stop. You hold all the control here and I need to make sure you understand that. There will be zero hard feelings or issues if you tell us to stop, but there will be later if we find out you needed us to and didn’t speak up. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s our good boy,” Daddy Jensen praised and then kissed me. “Mitchell, let’s undress our boy.”
Their hands magically worked and in moments my clothes lay in a pile on the floor. Their fingers roamed as their lips pressed to my bare flesh, though they never touched my privates. I longed to have their lips around my length but I refused to whine. Daddies would make this good for me, this I knew without question.
“Lie down and get comfortable, Henry, while we get undressed,” Daddy Jensen directed. I scrambled up toward the headboard so fast you’d have thought they were chasing me, but I didn’t want to miss a second of what was coming.
“I think you should undress each other,” I said, as they removed their shirts.
Eyes locked as though on a dare, they proceeded to unbutton each other’s pants and slide them down in turn. Daddy Jensen nuzzled Daddy Mitchell’s groin through his boxers.
“You smell better than I’d dreamed,” Daddy Jensen admitted, Daddy Mitchell growled.
“This is so hot,” I said, stroking myself.
“Hands off, baby boy,” Daddy Mitchell said, and my hands fell to my sides.
Daddies turned to face me, stroking themselves while staring longingly at me. No one had ever looked at me with such lust and I swear if it were possible, I grew harder right then. “Stroke each other.”
Daddy Jensen smirked but was the first to do as I’d requested. Daddy Mitchell’s mouth fell open. “Feels so good,” he muttered then firmly gripped Daddy Jensen’s shaft.
“So hot,” I moaned, fighting to urge to stroke my own.
Daddy Jensen shivered, “It pains me to say these words, but we need to stop or it’ll all be over too soon.” They slid into bed flanking each side of me. “Do you trust us, Henry?”
“Without question,” I honestly answered.
“Close your eyes, and just feel,” Daddy Jensen said.
As soon as I closed them, they began. Hands and tongues roamed, sweetly where need be and with a deeper purpose in certain areas. Lips and tongues joined the mix, one licked a stripe from taint to the tip of my cock and I nearly lost it. When it circled my rim, I arched up and gripped the base.
