by Ruby Keller
Michael laughed. "Why would she try to eat me? I would barely qualify as a snack. No, she wouldn't try to eat me as long as these beefy Daddies in the room are on the menu."
John shook his head and chuckled. "And here I thought you'd sacrifice yourself to save your Daddy."
Michael lowered his chin and batted his eyelashes up at John with a pout. "But I'm too cute to be eaten by a bear, Daddy."
I watched in fascination how Michael had mastered the pout. He had been doing it for years and he only got better with time.
I held his hand when he began taking his toys out of his backpack. "I want us to play with my toys when you're here. I don't have as many as you but I think you'll love them just as much. Daddy got me a new train set and I only use it on special occasions like this one, because you're special to me."
Oliver went into the nursery and returned with the train set, placing it between us. Just as we began arranging the pieces on the floor the front door flew open. Coco froze in the doorway looking at Michael before sniffing the air. Teddy was behind her but I could barely see him behind her huge body. John almost jumped when she began scurrying towards us, her half-ton weight creaking the floorboards.
"Puppy!" Michael smiled brightly and held his arms out.
Looking horrified, John scooped Michael up in his arms. “That’s definitely not a puppy!”
Within seconds, with Michael in his arms, he was running as fast as he could into our bedroom while I crawled in after them. He must’ve remembered that Coco was too large to fit through our bedroom door.
Coco looked at me confused before lumbering towards the bedroom and standing up on her hind legs just outside.
Michael wiggled in John’s arms. “Daddy, let me go! You’re being silly. The puppy just wants some hugs and cuddles.”
John shook his head, still looking terrified. “Firstly, she is not a puppy. She’s is a nine feet tall fully grown bear. And secondly, you can’t blame me for worrying about your safety. How could I live with myself if she harmed you, darling? So say it with me - Not a puppy.”
Michael stuck his lower lip out in a pout and then sighed. “Fine! Not a puppy.”
Lance and Oliver stepped into the room, looking worried. Teddy followed them in and walked towards us.
Looking at how tiny Teddy was, Michael beamed and held his arms out again. “Another puppy, and it looks so cute and cuddly! Can I at least play with the small puppy, Daddy?”
John stepped back and sighed, shaking his head. “Mama bears are very protective of their cubs. You’ll need to gain her trust for weeks before you’re going anywhere near Teddy. Lance, you know them well. What do you suggest we do?”
Lance took me off the floor and into his arms before looking at Oliver. “You’ve known them the longest, Oliver. Having them feed the bears should help them understand they aren’t a threat.”
Nodding, Oliver walked out of the room. “That should work. I’ll be right back with a bag of carrots.”
While still holding onto Michael in his arms tightly, John leaned a little so Michael could offer a carrot to Coco, who sniffed it and looked at us for permission. When I held onto Michael’s hand too, she took it with her long claws before taking small bites out of it.
Michael could barely contain his excitement, wiggling in John’s lap. “Look! She’s eating it like a human, Daddy. Let’s do it again.”
He fed her until the bag was empty, looking at her in fascination with a big smile and moving just a few inches closer with each carrot.
“Can I boop the snoot, Daddy?” He joined his hands pleadingly. “Please!”
John indeed. “But very slowly and gently.”
When Michael held his hand out, she got down on all fours and sniffed it before licking it. John almost jumped as he pulled him away, afraid she was about to bare her teeth. Instead, she began vigorously sniffing the air.
“She just licked my hand, Daddy!” He began wiggling in his arms again. “Did you see it?”
Soon he tried again but this time he managed to tap her nose. “Boop!”
He giggled before stroking her nose, slowly moving upwards until he was petting her head. After minutes of petting and no signs of aggression from her, John put him onto the floor.
“Be gentle with her.” John stood next to him, looking ready to pull him away at the first sign of aggression “And remember, no touching her cub!”
“All the boys at the club will be so jealous when they know I touched a real bear!” Michael giggled when she licked his face. John looked like he was about to have a heart attack with each lick.
“She’s getting used to humans each time she meets someone new,” I said, petting Teddy who had his jaw open in disbelief that her mother was hogging all the love and attention. “What do you say we skip the toys and feed her instead?”
“Oh, yeah. Animals are way cooler than any toy in the world.”
I turned to Coco and looked at her with pride. “Thank you for not eating my friend, Coco. You’re beginning to understand that humans are not food.”
I crawled into the kitchen and Lance helped me prepare two bowls filled with honey-coated carrots. I fed Teddy while Michael fed Coco. Occasionally they would lick our fingers clean, not letting a single drop go to waste.
When he was done feeding, Michael turned to John and looked at him pleadingly. “Can we get a pet bear too, Daddy? Pretty please.”
“Bears belong here in the forest, darling. However, we can get you a puppy-“ Michael’s face lit up-“No, not the kind that is nine feet tall with five-inch claws and weighing half a ton. But getting a puppy means responsibility, so you should be willing to take her on walks and train her. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” He almost squealed. “I promise I’ll take great care of her! Did you hear that, Elijah? I’m getting a puppy too! Our puppies can have playdates too when I come over! Oh, it’s going to be so much fun.”
John chuckled. “As I said, it’s not the kind of puppy Elijah has. It’s the kind you’ve always been asking me for. The one that looks like a dog.”
Just as expected, the bears lay on their backs in the living room and looked at us expectantly, which was their way of demanding belly rubs. Food was their number one priority but now that they were well fed, it was time for some petting. We all sat on the floor, eight hands rubbing Coco’s belly while Oliver rubbed Teddy’s. When the bears left just before naptime, Michael sat outside the front door, waving at them until they were out of sight.
He rested his head on my shoulder and sighed in contentment. “Ah, it all feels like a dream. Daddy says people are causing all the animals to go extinct and there won’t be any left in a few years. I wish people could see that they want to live, just like us.”
John stepped behind us and ruffled his hair. “Such a wise boy. Do you want to have a bath before naptime?”
Lance ran the bath and when it was ready, Oliver and John carried us in their arms into the bathroom.
“Will you bathe with us, Daddy?” Michael asked.
“The bathtub isn’t big enough for all of us, sweetie pie. But we’ll be just outside in case you need anything.”
My Daddies undressed me until I stood stark naked, and then John did the same with Michael.
We got into the bathtub and Oliver placed my toys in the water, a boat and some squeaky ducks.
As they walked towards the door Oliver said, “Now remember boys, have fun but don’t make a mess.”
Lance gave us the look which meant he really expected us to behave.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said and turned to Michael.
The moment they left, Michael giggled and splashed some water into my face.
I gasped and held onto his hand. “But we’re not supposed to make a mess.”
He giggled again before splashing more water in my face.
“Oh, it’s on!”
We laughed and continued splashing water on each other until I had to be the voice of reason. “You’re gonna get spanked, Michael.
Let’s stop now and be good boys.”
He dramatically pressed the back of his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes. “Oh, my head hurts just thinking about being a good boy. Every day is a struggle. Why be good when being a bad boy feels so much better?”
I laughed. “Because our Daddies said so, silly boy. Daddies always know best for their boys. We listen because we know it makes them happy.”
His smile faded and he looked at me nervously. “Speaking of Daddies and making them happy, there’s something I need to tell you. I don’t know who else to talk to about this.”
I had never seen him so serious before. I was about to be let in on a secret, but such was the pleasure of having a friend for the first time. Sometimes you had to be there for a friend and just listen, if movies were to be believed.
“Sure, what’s going on, Michael?” I said as he stared at me sternly. “I’m your friend now so you can tell me anything. Have you discussed it with your Daddy, though? You should be able to talk to him about everything that worries you.”
Passing out wisdom and free advice was also part of being a friend. I was so glad movies and TV shows were always available for the socially isolated. For years I had to be content with watching and learning social interaction through entertainment. Now that I was formally being taught social skills in CBT, I knew the basics of navigating social interactions like friendships and initiating conversations.
“That’s the thing,” he said slowly. “I can’t tell him because it involves him.”
He opened his mouth to speak but words didn’t come out, so we sat there in silence while he collected his thoughts.
He finally spoke when I began stroking his back. “I wanted to watch a cartoon on Daddy’s laptop when he was taking a shower, but when I unlocked the screen it was-” he took a deep breath before continuing- ”Daddy was looking at rings online, and which destination would make for a good honeymoon.”
I froze as my eyes widened. “He’s going to propose!”
He nodded slowly. “I know I should be happy. I mean, we’ve been together for years now. I’ve always dreamed of getting married to Daddy.”
“Then why aren’t you happy?” I asked.
Was that where I was headed in my own relationship? Would I get to call my Daddies husbands one day? It was a faraway possibility considering we hadn’t even been together for a year. Michael on the other hand had been together with his Daddy for five years if I remembered it correctly. So I possibly had five more years to make up my mind as to what I’d say, which was far too long considering I was ready to marry my Daddies right that moment if they were to go down on one knee. How would that even work with three people? It wasn’t legal yet but I hoped it would be a possibility five years from now.
Tears formed in his eyes. “Because that was one month ago and he still hasn’t proposed. I’m just so scared he might’ve changed his mind. You know how I am, can’t stop myself from doing my naughty shenanigans. I’m not exactly a good boy, so he must’ve realized that and changed his mind. I’ve tried to be a good boy and listen to him over the past month but that didn’t seem to help any. Now I’m just looking for signs that might point to him wanting to leave.”
“And have you seen such signs?”
He shook his head. “No, everything’s just the same. But why else has he not proposed yet?”
I wiped his tears and hugged him. “Then you’re being silly, Michael. You know how Daddies are, they want everything to be special for their boy. He must be waiting for the perfect time to pop the question, or maybe he’s waiting for a sign that you’re ready for such a big step. After all, hearing you say no would break his heart. Besides, I always tell my Daddies how strong your love is. I wish we are just as strong five years down the line as you both are.”
“Really?” He said when I broke the hug, his eyes like saucers.
“Yes, so stop overthinking and give it time. So you’re gonna be a husband, eh? You lucky boy. I better be asked to be your best boy at the wedding.”
He laughed. “Of course, but I think it’s called best man. So how’s your love life been?”
“My Daddies seem to be in love but they haven’t said the words out loud. Daddy Oliver’s always had a hard time saying it out loud so I don’t expect him to say it first. I don’t think they even know they’re in love themselves. It’s in these small things that I notice, an occasional stealing glance here and a long lust-filled stare there. I’d never seen Daddy Lance blush before but now everything Daddy Oliver does or says turns his cheeks red. Ah, it’s the greatest feeling in the world, to watch your Daddies slowly fall in love.”
“And have you fulfilled your fantasy yet?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Have you watched them kiss?”
I scoffed. “I’ve watched them more than just kiss, and let me tell you, nothing’s hotter than watching two macho Daddies making out with each other, their sweaty muscled chests pressed up against each other and their eyes full of lust.”
He giggled, pointing at my crotch underwater which twitched slightly. “You should try taking them both at the same time.”
“What?” My eyes widened at the thought as I closed my thighs to hide my growing cock. “That isn’t even possible, is it?”
I was still pretty vanilla when it came to sex, only watching images of naked men on the rare occasions when I needed to masturbate. None of the images I’d seen before showed someone take two men at the same time. Having two muscle Daddies at my side meant there was no need to watch porn videos.
His smile faded when he saw that I wasn’t laughing. “Oh, you’re serious? You haven’t seen it in porn before? No? Aw, my sweet summer child, nothing’s wrong with being innocent. You’re still young after all. I don’t know much about it myself since I’ve only ever been with Daddy, but I’ve seen it in porn before. We like to watch it together sometimes. Anyway. I know it from a friend’s friend at the club who lives in a different city. He has two Daddies too and apparently, it can feel good if you use a lot of lube. He said it was the best orgasm of his life.”
“Whoa, it must be quite intense.” I stared at the ceiling as I drooled over the thought.
Just the mere thought of getting to satisfy both of them at the same time had my cock twitching wildly. How good it must feel to have them both inside me as their cocks rub against each other? Their big muscular bodies would sandwich me in the middle as they’d fill me with their warm seed. We would finally be one instead of three. Sure, it might be painful since they were both so hung, but if only for a few minutes I had to try it. Now wasn’t the right time since they hadn’t confessed their love to each other yet, but once that was out of the way I could bring it up and see what they thought.
Chapter 18: Lance
While the boys bathed, we grown-ups were talking about possibly moving out of the woods and how good it would be for the boys if they lived close. The boys had been in the bathtub long enough and when we heard splashes of water and giggling, we rushed into the bathroom to check what naughty shenanigans they were up to this time. Michael brought out a naughty side in our boy but we didn’t mind. Sometimes boys needed to be boys and Elijah was no exception.
“Boys,” John said in his Daddy voice as he carefully stepped around the puddles on the bathroom floor, Oliver and I right behind him. “I thought we were clear about not making a mess.”
Elijah giggled and pointed at Michael. “It was Michael, Uncle John. He’s been naughty and he needs to be spanked.”
I cleared my throat and looked at Oliver. “Look what your boy has done, Oliver. He takes after you.”
“Oh yeah?” Oliver chuckled. “When he does something good, he’s your boy, but suddenly he’s my boy when he does something naughty?”
It was time for me to bring out my Daddy voice too. “Elijah sweetheart, what do good boys do?”
“They take naps and play with toys?” He giggled again.
Oliver stepped forward and got him out of the bathtub. “They t
ake responsibility when they’ve been bad. So what do you say, little one?”
He sighed as Oliver began towel-drying him. “We were both responsible and we’re sorry. We’ll clean it up and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
I ruffled his wet hair. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Daddies will clean up once you’re both dressed up and off to bed for a nap.”
“Thank you, and sorry for the mess again,” he said. “Can you read us a story first, Daddy?”
After dressing them up in their shirts and jammies, they drank from their sippy cups and settled in our laps for storytime.
When he looked up at me while vigorously sucking on his binky, I kissed his head and began. “There once was a big brown bear who...”
Just a few pages in and he began shaking his head to stay awake, his eyelids betraying his will as they got heavier with each sentence I read. By the time it was John’s turn to read he was toppling over against my chest. I knew that he liked to wait till the story ended but I had gotten into the habit of waiting till he fell asleep and then carrying him to bed.
When it was Oliver’s turn to read his binky kept falling out of his mouth and onto my lap. I kept putting it back in his mouth but he had a hard time keeping it there. He looked cute trying to resist sleep but he should learn to give in.
“It’s time for a nap, sweetie.” I smelled his hair and kissed his head. “We can finish the story when you wake up.”
“No, Daddy.” He shook his head both to stay awake and to say no. “I want to know if mama bear saves her cub from the lioness.”
He’d heard the story dozens of times before because it was one of his favorites, but it was adorable how he was relieved every time it ended the same way, with a happily ever after. Just as the book was about to end, he gave in and finally fell asleep in my arms. I stuck my head forward to see him sleeping peacefully in my arms, sucking on his binky with a hint of a smile, probably dreaming about the mama bear saving her cub from the lioness.
I nodded at Oliver who stood up and carefully took him in his arms. With Michael in his arms, John followed them into the nursery. They placed the boys in bed next to each other. When Michael put an arm around Elijah and closed his eyes, Elijah moved closer and cuddled up with him in his sleep as I covered them up with a blanket. They were holding onto each other instead of their favorite stuffed animals.
