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“Night, bud. Love you.“
“Love you too, Dad.”
“Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
Dennis shut his eyes and listened as his dads closed his door then shuffled down the hall. When he finally heard the soft thump of their bedroom door closing behind them, Dennis smiled and opened his eyes.
It was time for his favorite part of the day.
He’d only been doing this for a little while, sure, but it was already in the top 3 experiences of his young life. Maybe even number one.
Dennis quickly wiggled off his pajama shirt then reached under his bed to grab his faithful stuffed animal, Puppy. His dads had gotten Puppy for him when he was so little that he never got around to thinking up a good name for him, but Puppy didn't seem to mind.
The other kids at school minded Puppy, though. Not because of his name, but the fact that Dennis still kept him in his bed. They said they were too grown up now to sleep with stuffed animals, so sometimes Dennis put Puppy under his bed when people came over.
Dennis kissed Puppy's plush head between the ears.
"Sorry, Puppy," he said, then hugged him tight to his chest.
He carefully laid Puppy and his pajama shirt on the bed beside him before settling back on his pillow. Then he closed his eyes again and listened intently.
The few times he'd done this before, Dad had already left for work so only Daddy tucked him in. So tonight, for the first time since he'd started doing this, every sound inside his dads' bedroom was twice as intriguing.
As the sounds of water turning on and off and rustles and murmurs drifted down the hall, Dennis tried to picture all of the things he could hear happening.
He imagined his dads standing side-by-side at their sinks — brushing their teeth and washing their faces just like he did before bed. He tried to imagine how they might move around in that room, but he'd never seen them in there together before. Maybe they moved around like they did in the kitchen while cooking dinner, he thought — grabbing and patting each other's arms and waists, or kissing each other’s cheeks and shoulders as they passed each other.
Dennis giggled suddenly as he imagined Dad’s hand sliding across the back of Daddy’s pajama bottoms and squeezing, just like they did sometimes when they thought Dennis couldn’t see.
His dads always smiled their secret smiles when they did this. The ones they only used for each other.
Dennis liked those smiles a lot.
After the sink sounds, there was a soft creak that he recognized as their mattress.
Dennis wiggled excitedly. He knew exactly what this part looked like.
Whenever he had a nightmare or when he was feeling sick, he always went to his dads' room. If his dads were asleep or only Daddy was in there, he'd just go in and climb right onto the bed. If they were both in bed and awake, though, his dads were usually paying a lot of attention to each other and didn't notice Dennis until he climbed on the bed.
At first he liked how silly they looked when he snuck up on them and they jumped. It always made him laugh and that helped him feel better. But then he started noticing what they were doing when he came in, and he found himself standing by the door for longer and longer before climbing on their bed.
Sometimes it was a little hard to see everything if their covers were bunched up at the end of the bed, but their bed wasn't very tall so he could usually see okay from the doorway.
Dennis closed his eyes now and watched in his memory as his dads settled themselves onto the bed, each on his own side. Daddy took off his glasses and Dad took off his leg, then they both laid down and turned towards each other.
Dennis's favorite part was when they met in the middle. His dads would slide their hands over each other’s legs and arms as they wrapped their bodies together. Then, since their heads were next to each other, his dads would put their mouths together and kiss.
And not just regular kissing, either.
When his dads kissed on the mouth in their bed, they would both open their lips and lick inside each other’s mouths.
Dennis tried to imagine what that felt like.
Slippery, maybe.
Gross, probably.
He didn't think his dads would do it so much if it felt gross, though.
He held up his hand in a soft fist, considering it. Then he brought it to his lips and mouthed and licked at the hole.
Hm. It looked like it felt a lot better when his dads did it.
He’d have to practice.
As he wiped his hand on his pajamas, a soft sound floated down the hallway. One of his dads’ voices, he thought, but it was too quiet to tell which. It didn't sound like any words, though. It was more like one of the noises they made sometimes. The ones that sounded like they were humming, except with their mouths open.
Sometimes this happened just while they kissed, but most of the time it started when they put their hands between their legs.
Which meant, Dennis realized suddenly, his dads probably had their hands between each other's legs right now.
Dennis squeezed his thighs together as he remembered how strong his dads' arms looked when they reached between their bodies and flexed their muscles up and down. Their bodies were always so close that they barely had room for both of their hands, so Dennis had never been able to see what they were doing down there.
He was pretty sure he'd figured it out, though.
After yet another night of standing in the door but still not seeing that part, Dennis had marched straight back to his room and put his hand between his own legs, determined to figure it out. He touched his hips, his penis, his legs, and his testicles. Then he moved his arm up and down just like his dads did while touching all the different places until he started humming like them too.
Then, all of a sudden, he made a big mess.
So now, even though he'd never seen for sure, Dennis was pretty sure he knew what his dads' hands were doing.
He also knew why they did it together so much and why Daddy sometimes did it by himself, too.
It was the same reason it had became Dennis's favorite time of day:
It felt really, really good.
And, somehow, it always felt even better when he pictured what he'd seen his dads doing while he did it.
Dennis licked his lips and slipped a hand inside his pajama bottoms, listening again for the humming sound as he tried to remember what else he’d seen.
When his dads reached between their legs, their faces went all soft like when they were sleeping. Dennis knew they weren’t sleeping, though, because their arm were still moving and their bodies were wiggling around a lot.
He bit his lip as he tried to match the half-remembered pace of his dads' arms with his own, moving carefully inside his pajamas as he called up more memories.
One time, Dad had tried to roll on top of Daddy while their arms were moving but Daddy pushed him backwards and rolled on top of him instead. Dad said something that Dennis couldn't hear, but he sounded unhappy. Daddy didn't seem upset though. He even laughed into Dad’s mouth when he leaned down to kiss him, and Dad must not have been too unhappy because he kissed him back.
Dennis could almost feel Daddy's laugh as the sound echoed in his head. Daddy usually laughed like when they were joking around or when Dennis was being silly, so maybe he thought Dad was being silly?
Dad must have thought Daddy was being silly too, because he was smiing when Daddy stopped kissing and licking his mouth and started kissing and licking his neck instead. But then Dad's face got sleepy again when Daddy started grabbing and kissing his chest muscles.
Dennis gripped himself tighter as he remembered how Dad had hummed when Daddy squeezed his nipples, then hummed louder when Daddy put his mouth on them.
Dennis reached for his own little nipples, squeezing and flinching when he squeezed too hard. It felt sort of nice, he guessed, but not as nice as Dad made it sound.
Daddy must be better at it.
He closed his eyes again and thought about how Dad stretched his arms up behind his head while Daddy kissed and licked his nipples. Dad had looked down at him with soft, crinkly eyes — the same way Dad's eyes looked he told Dennis he was proud of him.
Dennis thought maybe Dad had been proud of Daddy then, too. He wasn't sure what for — maybe being good at squeezing? — but it made his heart smile to think about it.
But then, and Dennis’s nose wrinkled at this part, Daddy stopped kissing his nipples and put his mouth under Dad’s arms, right where Dad's hair was.
And then he licked him there.
Dennis thought that was pretty gross. And probably smelly.
But Dad hummed louder when he did it and Daddy started humming too, so they both must have liked it. Dad even grabbed Daddy's hair and held his head there while he licked him.
Dennis touched his own underarms curiously, pressing and stroking around the sparse hairs that had begun growing there. He gave it a few seconds, but he didn’t feel anything besides a little ticklish.
Dennis shrugged and dropped his hand. It was probably a grown up thing.
The next thing his dads did was harder to remember since Dennis had only seen it a few times and sometimes it looked different, but he tried his best to imagine it.
When Dad was done letting Daddy lick his underarms, Dad pulled him up by his hair to lick inside his mouth some more. Dennis thought pulling someone's hair was a mean thing to do, but Daddy hummed louder so maybe he didn't think Dad was being mean. Then Dad tried to roll on top of Daddy again and this time, Daddy let him. But instead of scooting down to kiss his chest and underarms like Daddy did, Dad sat up on top of Daddy's lap while Daddy was laying down.
Dennis could never see exactly what was happening below the pile of blankets, but he remembered Dad sat up really tall and reached behind himself. Daddy looked around in his nightstand while Dad started humming in that open mouthed way again, then Dad hummed even louder when Daddy put his hands wherever Dad’s were. Dennis thought they might be touching his penis from the way Dad was humming, but their hands were behind him and his penis was on his front, so he wasn't really sure.
Then, when Dad finally sat back down on Daddy's lap, he sounded like he got hurt.
Dennis was really worried the first time this happened. He thought maybe it hurt his leg to sit on top of Daddy like that, or maybe he hurt his back again.
But when Daddy didn’t try to check on him, Dennis knew Dad must be okay because Daddy always checked on Dad if he got hurt.
Dad really didn't sound okay, though. Not even when he started to move — slow, at first, then faster, until finally he was bouncing up and down on top of Daddy’s lap while Daddy held his hips. That was when he finally started humming again, and Dad did too.
Their humming was always the loudest and fastest during this part, so Dennis thought the bouncing must feel the most good. But even after watching this happen a few times, Dennis still wasn't sure how it felt so good.
Dennis bounced on Daddy's lap all the time, but he never felt as good as Dad sounded and Daddy had never hummed like that when he did it.
If one of his dads had a vagina, Dennis thought, maybe it would make more sense. He'd just learned in school that it felt really good when a penis and a vagina rubbed together to make a baby, but he knew both of his dads had penises and they couldn't make a baby, so that didn't make sense.
Luckily, another thing Dennis recently learned was that rubbing a penis felt really good all the time, even if you didn't rub it on a vagina.
So, Dennis reasoned, maybe Dad wasn't just bouncing on Daddy's lap, but on top of Daddy's penis too.
Dennis reached for Puppy and pulled him on top of his pajama bottoms. He held the stuffed dog just above his legs, like Daddy had held onto Dad. Then Dennis moved Puppy up and down on top of his penis, mimicking the way Dad bounced on top of Daddy: slow, at first, then faster.
Dennis frowned. It didn’t feel quite as good when Puppy bounced on him as when he touched his penis, and it definitely didn't make him hum.
He was about to try again when a faint, dull sound down the hall caught his attention. Dennis glanced at the door, then closed his eyes and listened curiously.
It started slow, at first, then faster, until it was a steady rhythm. It sounded familiar. Kind of like his dads' heartbeats when he pressed his ear on their chests or when they let him listen with their stethoscopes.
Th-thud. Th-thud. Th-thud. Th-thud.
Dennis gasped and covered his mouth.
He knew exactly what that sound was.
Which meant Dad must be bouncing on top of Daddy right now.
Dennis quickly tossed Puppy aside and reached back in his pajama bottoms, squeezing and rubbing himself in time with the sound.
For a brief moment, he debated running down the hall and peeking through their door to watch. But he'd never made himself feel really good when he was standing up before and he wasn't even sure if he could.
Besides, his dads had never bounced on each other when he made himself feel really good before. So maybe tonight they could all feel really good together.
Dennis closed his eyes and pictured what he'd seen again. How Dad’s back looked so strong and big when he bounced on Daddy, especially when he leaned down and put his arms on the bed. His back blocked Dennis's view most of the time, but he heard wet sounds whenever this happened so he knew his dads were kissing again.
Sometimes Dad put his elbow on the bed and he could see under Dad's arm as he put his mouth on Daddy's face and neck while he bounced. Dad licked him all over with big, wet swipes and kissed him with loud, noisy sucks, like Daddy was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he was trying to finish before he melted.
Dad didn't usually lick Dennis, only sometimes when they were being silly, but he did kiss Dennis all over his face and neck sometimes when he tickled him. Dennis closed his eyes and tried to remember how his dad's lips had felt between his squirms and giggles, but he only remembered gasping for air as Dad blew on his tummy and tickled his sides.
He also remembered that Dad never bit him, but Dad sure liked biting Daddy. He bit his neck and shoulder the most, and sometimes he did it hard enough that Dennis could see his teeth marks all the way from the door when he let go.
But instead of being mad, Daddy just hummed louder.
Dennis guessed mean things like biting and pulling hair must mean something different when dads did it to each other.
The soft thudding down the hallway suddenly sped up a little and Dennis's penis twitched in his hand. He still wasn’t quite used to how much bigger his penis got when he touched it, or how it squirted when he rubbed it really fast. It wasn't nearly as long as Daddy's, or as thick as Dad's, but that meant he could grab it all the way around and make the whole thing feel really good at once.
Dennis jumped when the voices down the hall started again. Louder, this time, then immediately softer.
He remembered that happened once when Daddy was being really loud, so Dad put his hand over Daddy’s mouth and told him to be quiet.
Or, at least, that's what Dennis thought he said. It was hard to hear.
Daddy’s eyes got really big when Dad did that, but then got all crinkly again. Daddy hummed behind Dad's hand even though he told him to be quiet, so then Dad got really close and told him again. But Daddy's eyes just crinkled more and he hummed again.
Daddy wasn't being a very good listener that night.
Dennis understood, though, because sometimes it was just really hard to be quiet when you felt really good. Like right now, when the tip of his penis started feeling a little wet, Dennis couldn't stop himself from humming.
He didn't have Dad to help him be quiet like Daddy did, but he did have Puppy. Dennis felt around his bed until he found him, then pressed Puppy over his mouth and closed his eyes so he could pretend Puppy's soft fur was Dad's warm hand instead.
While Dad held his hand over Daddy's mouth, Daddy grabbed at Dad’s back, which was all shiny and wet from his bouncing. Dennis thought touching someone else’s sweaty body might be kind of gross, but the more he imagined it, he realized his penis didn’t seem to agree.
Daddy didn't seem to agree either. His eyes were still all crinkly above Dad's hand while he rubbed at his back, grabbing his muscles as they flexed. Then, Daddy did a mean-thing-that-maybe wasn't-a-mean-thing-for-dads to Dad. He put his fingernails on Dad's shoulders, then pulled all the way down and made big red lines on Dad's back. Dad said a swear word, then he put his hands on the bed beside Daddy and started bouncing even faster.
Oh! Dennis thought suddenly. Maybe faster bouncing felt better? He reluctantly let go of his penis and pulled Puppy back over his lap. He held him tightly, then bounced Puppy on him again, thumping his little plush bottom down on top of his swollen penis in time with the soft thuds down the hall.
Oh... it did feel a little better this time. Especially when Puppy's bottom bounced right on the tip of his penis, which was easier now that it was standing up on its own. Dennis bounced Puppy a few more times, but frowned when it didn't start to feel any better.
Hm. Dennis picked up Puppy and weighed him in his hands. When Dad dounced on Daddy, he landed hard enough on Daddy's lap that their legs made a slapping sound every time. So maybe Puppy just wasn't heavy enough to make him feel really good?
With a sigh, Dennis set Puppy aside again and reached back in his pajamas to tug his penis again. Except he tugged a little too hard and clapped his hand over his mouth when he suddenly hummed really loud.
He glanced nervously at the door.
He thought he heard the thudding noises slow down, but when he quieted his breathing and really listened, he was pretty sure he could hear it again.
He began tugging himself again cautiously — slow, at first, then faster.
Then another muffled sound came from his dads' bedroom. This time, he recognized his dad’s voice.
Dennis’s cheeks flushed. In between all his humming, Dad liked to say all sorts of things to Daddy while he was bouncing on him. Dennis couldn't hear a lot of them, but after a few weeks of listening, he learned there was one thing Dad liked to say the most.
The first time Dennis heard him say it, he wasn't even trying to watch them bounce. He'd just had a bad dream so he was only listening to see if his dads were still awake before he knocked.
When Dennis leaned close to the door, the first thing he heard was Daddy saying the F-word.
Then he said it again. And again.
And then it sounded like Dad covered his mouth to stop him.
But then Dad said the F-word too. Only he added something else after it.
Something that made Dennis’s body ache whenever he thought about it too long.
“Fuck, I love your cock.”
The next morning, Dennis had asked his dads what “cock” meant over breakfast.
While Dad grabbed a towel to clean up the coffee he spit on the table, Daddy asked where he'd heard that.
Dennis bit his lip. After a long pause, he told him he couldn’t remember.
His dads looked at each other for what felt like hours. Finally, Daddy cleared his throat and told him that “cock” was just another name for a boy chicken, like a rooster. It wasn't a very polite name, though, so he probably shouldn't say it.
Dennis frowned. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but Dad told him he should go get his shoes on for school.
As he tied up his laces, Dennis was still confused. He was pretty sure he never noticed a rooster in his dads' bedroom. So why would Dad say he loved Daddy's chicken?
After a few more nighttime trips to his dads' door and coming in without knocking a few times, Dennis was pretty sure that "cock" was actually the word his dads used for penises.
This made Dennis really frustrated. His dads always told him he had to call his penis a penis and never any silly nicknames, but apparently his dads could call penises boy chickens or whatever else they wanted.
So sometimes, when he was feeling rebellious, Dennis would silently mouth the grown up word to himself while he touched penis.
Cock...
Cock...
Cock...
Dennis licked his lips when he heard his dad's muffled voice down the hall again.
Feeling braver, he cleared his throat and said all of his dad’s words. Not loud, of course, but in a very strong and determined whisper.
Fuck, I love your cock…
Dennis shuddered and pushed down his pajama bottoms as he imagined his dad’s voice again. How low and soft it was. Like he was sharing a secret.
Fuck, I love your cock…
He closed his eyes and pictured how his dad tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling while he bounced on Daddy. The way his shoulders had strained together as he leaned back on his hands, balancing on Daddy’s thighs.
Dennis's hand sped up as the image in his mind started to blur. He imagined he wasn't alone on his bed in his room, but sitting on Daddy's tummy instead as he watched Dad bounce in front of them.
He pictured Dad smiling as he grabbed Dennis's hand and pulled it up to his mouth, just like he did with Daddy’s. Dad hummed around his fingers as he licked and kissed them, putting all of them in his mouth at once.
Then he guided Dennis's wet hand down to Daddy's tummy, where Dad's big, thick grown up penis sat heavily between them.
"Fuck, I love your cock," Dennis whispered.
Dad smiled, and wrapped Dennis's hand around it.
As Dennis touched Dad's penis, Daddy reached up from behind him and spread a big hand across his chest. When Dennis hummed, Daddy chuckled beneath him and wrapped his other hand around Dennis’s penis.
Fuck, I love your cock…
It was Daddy’s voice this time. Low and close to Dennis's ear as his big hands gripped and tugged him.
Fuck, I love your cock…
Dennis hummed loudly as Dad wrapped his hand around Daddy's and both of his dads tugged and stroked his penis.
Fuck, I love your cock…
Dennis stuffed Puppy in his mouth and shoved both of his hands between his legs, tugging in time with his dads' imagined fists as he panted and hummed louder.
Fuck, I love your cock...
His dads' voices filled Dennis’s head, surrounding him on all sides as they all tugged his penis faster and faster.
Fuck, I love your cock...
Dennis's hands were a blur now and the thudding down the hall was like a jack hammer. He mouthed with his dads’ words against Puppy's tummy as the thudding grew louder and louder, until it was almost shuddering through his walls.
Fuck, I love your cock…
Fuck, I love your cock…
Fuck, I love your cock….
Fuck, I—
Dennis’s hips lifted off the bed.
His lips parted.
His eyes squeezed shut.
Then he hummed loudly as warm liquid spurted across his chest and his penis jerked and shuddered in his grasp.
In his mind, his dads’ bodies were shuddering and shaking too as Daddy bounced and his arm flexed between them. Suddenly Dad made a loud noise, then fell onto Daddy and bit down on his shoulder until Daddy shouted too. Daddy didn't pull away, though. He wrapped his arms around Dad and held him tight while they both shook together.
Dennis’s hips fell back to the bed. He was breathing really fast and his throat felt a little sore. But his body felt so, so good. He felt like he was floating and shaking all at once, even though he was laying perfectly still. His heart was thudding so loudly in his ears it took him a little while to notice thudding down the hall had stopped.
He smiled. His dads must be feeling really good like this too.
Dennis closed his eyes again and remembered what happened next. His dads had kissed and stroked each other's cheeks and arms and hair, just like they did for Dennis when he was sick. As he pictured it, Dennis wiped his less sticky hand on his sheet then stroked his own cheek and curls, imagining his dads touching him.
He stayed like that for a little while, squeezing his penis a little to keep it feeling good and touching his cheek gently as he watched his dads snuggle in his head.
Then the liquid on his tummy started feeling cold and icky.
Dennis sighed. This wasn't his favorite part, but he had to put up with it if he wanted to feel really good. He reached under his bed for one of his old socks so he could wipe himself off and put his pajamas back on.
By the time he wiped off and tugged his pajamas back on, he heard his dads’ sink running again. He wasn’t really sure what they needed to wash right now, but maybe his dads were both a little sticky too.
When Dennis finally laid back in bed, all warm and relaxed after feeling really, really good, he nuzzled into his pillow and held Puppy tightly to his chest. He imagined his dads’ arms wrapping snuggly around him, and he suddenly felt very cozy and safe.
Dennis smiled softly, then drifted off to sleep.