by A. A. Davies
My father stares at me and I’m not sure what he’s thinking, but I hope he likes what he sees. Uncle Lando clears his throat, bringing my focus back to him. “Gid, what are you doing?”
His question brings doubts to my mind. He’d said he wanted this just as much as me, right? The doubt must be plain on my face because he rushes to me, threads his fingers through my hair, and forces me to look into his eyes.
“No. Don’t think that, Gid. I do want you, but I want you to be sure. Once we cross that line there’s no going back. I know you want this but wanting it and having it are two different things.”
I see the look Orlando gives my father, and I turn toward him hesitantly, afraid of what I’ll see. When I take in his lust filled eyes, a sigh of relief escapes and I turn to Lando again. My mouth is dry, making it hard to get any words out. I wet my lips. Lando stares, following the movement, and I nod as much as his grip will allow.
“I want it. I want you. And I want Daddy. I want the both of you.” I flush when I say the word ‘Daddy’, knowing I’ve never called my father by that term of endearment before now. But that’s who I want him to be. Not my father, but my Daddy.
Lando squeezes his eyes closed, and for a moment I think he’s pained by my words, but when he opens them, the blue is only a thin strip surrounding his blown pupils. The lust and love looking back at me is staggering, but I don’t get a chance to find relief in his acceptance before his lips crash down onto my own.
Lando’s tongue strokes across my lips, forcing me to open to his intrusion. He licks into my mouth and tangles our tongues together. He uses his grip to tilt my head slightly, deepening the kiss. The euphoria rushing through me doesn’t cancel out my fear that he’ll change his mind.
I tentatively reach out a hand and run it down his chest, over his abs until I reach the hem of his shirt. I stroke the tips of my fingers under the fabric, slowly bunching the cotton upward. I can feel his stomach muscles tightening and releasing under my caress.
His kiss moves from my mouth, across my jaw, down my throat and up again, ending below my ear where he sucks and bites, likely leaving a bruise. He pulls back and his breath is heavy in my ear.
“Touch me, Gid.” He whispers the words, but lust makes them incomprehensible. I am touching him; can’t he feel me?
Another set of hands land on my body from behind. Another set of lips kiss my neck. Another voice whispers in my ear, “Gideon, my sweet, sweet boy. How have I never seen this side of you until now? You’re gorgeous. Do you have any idea what the sight of the two of you together is doing to me?” His words are strained, and I know he is still fighting the sense of wrongness ingrained in him from so many years ago. But he’s trying, and that’s what matters. Tomorrow he might have regrets, but for now he’s mine. Well, mine and Orlando’s.
My father—no, I can’t think of him that way any longer—Bishop grinds his pelvis into my ass, his hardness easy to feel through his thin slacks as he rubs against the bare skin of my ass which has been left exposed by the lacy jockstrap.
I’ve dreamt about this since the night I met Lando and my fantasies grew to include him. Maybe this is another dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake.
Bishop’s hands smoothe from my hips to my chest. When he reaches my nipples he pinches the stiff peaks, causing me to jerk between him and Lando. My ass brushes his cock, then my own collides with Lando’s on the forward motion.
“Fuck. Bishop, do that again,” Lando growls before attacking my mouth. Bishop alternates between pinching my nipples and teasingly tracing circles around them, overwhelming me with sensation. My body pushes back into him and rebounds against Lando; over and over. They’re playing a sexually charged game of ping pong and I’m the ball neither wants to miss.
“I can’t wait any longer, Lando. I know I have so much to apologize to you for, but for now, strip and let’s show our boy what it really means to be loved by family.”
Lando gently breaks our kiss and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. Bishop follows, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. Bishop quickly undoes his slacks and pushes them down his legs, along with his briefs. He kicks the pants to one side and takes his cock in hand, slowly stroking from the base to the tip.
I use the bed for support as my knees go weak. I want to fall to the floor and worship him with my tongue. I lick my lips imagining the musky flavor of his skin and take a step toward Bishop.
A rustle at my side jerks my attention toward Lando. He has lost his T-shirt and his jeans are open at the fly, his hand inside fondling himself as he watches Bishop. Again, I doubt how much they want me here with them.
“Gideon. Lay on the bed,” Bishop commands and I hurry to comply.
Once I’m on the bed he adjusts me the way he wants, my body stretched across the bed sideways with my head hanging off the edge. The room is upside down, and when Bishop stands in front of me his cock is level with my mouth. I can’t help but stick my tongue out to lap up a taste. The flavor is musky and bitterly sweet, making me hum in appreciation, and I distantly hear Lando chuckle, “Like father, like son it seems.”
They go back and forth, but I tune them out, choosing instead to suck the head of Bishop’s cock into my mouth. I swipe my tongue around the ridge, then dip into the slit to lap at the precum leaking steadily.
“Jesus. Damn, Gideon.” Bishop’s words spur me on and I try to take more of him into my mouth. The angle of my head, however, doesn’t allow me the freedom I need to accomplish this, and I let out a whine. “Shh, it’s okay. Let me do the work.”
Bishop bends his knees, lowering his body a fraction, and pushes his cock into my throat. He pulls out, resting the head on my tongue and I slurp at him before he pushes back in again, fucking my mouth at a pace that pleases him.
I’d forgotten about Lando until he begins a light caress up my legs, massaging circles over the hose I’m still wearing, getting closer and closer to where I’m desperate for touch. He bypasses my cock and places his hands at my hips. His lips follow the path he made with his hands as he inserts his body between my legs after he removes my jock.
Lando blows light breaths over my cock and watches it twitch with each puff of air. I can’t tell him how much I want his touch with my mouth full, so I reach for him with my hands. He entangles our fingers and rests our combined fists by my hips. Using his shoulders, he pushes my legs up and folds my body in half, lifting my ass off the mattress.
Lando’s licks at my hole at the same moment Bishop pushes deep into my throat. Bishop thrusts and Lando licks, again and again. I suck and moan around Bishop’s cock, tonguing the vein on the underside with every thrust he makes.
Suddenly Bishop pulls away and I let out a whiny “Daddy” at the loss. He leans over, kisses my lips, then tells me, “I’m not ready to come, yet. I think I’ll watch you and Lando for a bit.” He makes himself comfortable at the head of the bed, his gaze riveted to where Lando is eating at me.
Lando pulls me up on the bed so my head is no longer dangling and adjusts his position, forcing my ass higher into the air. This time when his tongue licks the puckered skin around my hole, I let out a moan that echoes around the bedroom.
Chapter Nine
Orlando
I can’t get enough of Gideon’s taste. I’m not sure how experienced he is, but something tells me he is more innocent than his lingerie and impure thoughts imply. Pressing a finger to his hole, I continue to lick and suck at him. My awareness of Bishop is acute and causing Gideon to lose himself to the pleasure of my mouth is as much for him as it is for Gideon. I need him to see how much we want this, want him. Sure, he was a willing participant a few moments ago, but Bish’s mind works overtime and I refuse to let him just accept those thoughts.
I lift my head from Gideon’s ass as I add another finger and let my eyes travel up Bishop’s body. His thigh muscles flex with restraint as he jerks himself. His abs quiver and I want to dip my tongue into the contours to taste how close he is to release. When
I reach his face I expect to see his gaze on where my fingers disappear into Gideon’s body, instead I find him looking at me with his mouth open and pupils dilated as his stare burns into mine.
“Bish,” I moan his name as a shiver wracks my body and I throw my head back.
The bed dips causing Gideon to bounce on my hand and a whine of need to escape the boy. My eyes open and zero in on the empty spot where Bishop had been. Disappointment fills me and I blink back the tears that threaten to fall. I direct all my focus onto Gideon and resolve to make this an enjoyable experience even without Bishop.
I add another finger and feel him stretched tight around me. The mewling sounds and the way he is writhing on my hand are almost enough to have my orgasm spilling from my body without any direct stimulation. But I want to be inside Gideon when I find my release.
I remove my fingers from his ass and grip my cock tight in my fist to keep from coming before I can feel the tight heat of his hole. I grab the lube I’d pulled from the nightstand and set beside Gideon when I still had my senses about me. Gideon’s hose-clad legs move against my skin as I position myself between his thighs and cover my length with lube. I slide my cock along the crease of his ass until the head of my dick presses against his hole.
“Please. Do it, Lando. Fuck me.” Gideon’s words are fueled by lust, the same lust that is beginning to fog my mind. I let out a groan and hold myself still, not daring to enter him just yet. If I do things will be over too soon and I want it to last.
“What are you waiting for? I think the boy told you to fuck him.” Bishop’s voice is a throaty whisper in my ear and another shiver runs through me jerking my body into Gideon’s enough to feel him clenching at my cock.
“I thought you’d left,” I tell him and turn my head enough for me to see his face from where he stands behind me. He winces at my words.
“I’m sorry, Lando. I’m so fucking sorry for how I’ve treated you all these years. It might take me some time, but I’m going to try to be the man you and Gideon need. Promise me you won’t give up on me.”
“Oh, Bish, I could never give up on you. No matter what I say I’ll always be here for you.”
Bishop leans in and we kiss, it’s awkward and sloppy because of our positions but it’s one of the best kisses I’ve ever had.
“As sweet as this is, can you fuck me now and be romantic later?” Gideon whines.
I smile against Bishop’s lips at Gideon’s impatience.
“Don’t keep the boy waiting, Lando.”
Bishop pulls away with a chuckle and slaps my ass. I miss the heat of him so close, but I slowly push into Gideon until his ass is nestled against my groin and I am fully buried inside. I take a moment to relish the feel of Gideon surrounding me and Bishop takes advantage of my stillness, using it to push his body into mine. The hairs on his chest prickle against my back and his hard cock notches into the crack of my ass. Bishop kisses the back of my neck before pressing his dick to my hole.
“I’m going to fuck you Lando and as I do, I’m going to use your body to fuck Gideon.”
I nearly come at the promise in his voice as he thrusts until he is as deep inside me as I am in Gideon. Then he grips my hips and uses the hold to pull me back, forcing me to mirror his movements. Retreat and advance. In and out. Over and over Bishop fucks me and Gideon to the pace he sets. And when he climaxes, the warm stickiness inside my ass causes me to release into Gideon, who erupts all over his own chest.
My dick slips from Gideon’s body and I fall to my elbows above him. Bishop follows me down, laying heavily on my back for a moment before rolling to his side in the bed. He props his head on one hand and caresses my jaw with the other.
“I love you. Both of you.”
My heart feels overly full at his words, words I’ve waited years to hear again. I can’t help the smile that stretches my lips until they ache.
“I love you too, Bish. I always have. Even when you hated me.”
“I love you too, Daddy. You and Lando are my world. I know I don’t have much real life experience, but I don’t need it. I have everything I could want or need right here.”
Gideon lets out a yawn after his declaration. His eyes drift closed, the small satisfied smile on his face is innocently adorable.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Bishop says, reaching a hand to the back of my neck and pulling me in for a quick kiss. When he pulls back, I see the tears in his eyes.
“Bish?”
“I’m okay. I’m just so happy. For the first time in a really long time, I’m happy.”
I nod in understanding and we adjust our positions so we are in bed correctly with Gideon between us. I fall asleep with my arm around Gideon and my hand on Bishop’s hip.
Epilogue
Bishop
I stare at my men as they sleep. It’s been a month since that night we were all together for the first time and I have times when I struggle with the immorality of it all. But I’m trying to forget society and just live for me. It’s easier to do out here in the woods. Gideon has adjusted better than me, and I’m glad my stubborn convictions didn’t rub off on him.
Quietly, I leave them in our bed and make my way to the bench swing Orlando recently installed on the porch. I rock back and forth gently as I take in the changing colors of the trees. Leaves have already begun to fall and the ground has a sparse covering of orange and yellow. Fall was always Phee’s favorite season. Watching nature take its course to the next stage of a never-ending cycle, I wonder if she would approve of the life I’m making here with Orlando and Gideon. I’d like to believe she would.
In a way I have her to thank for the life I have now. Even on her deathbed she knew the long-buried truths of our past would be the key to a future where Gideon, Orlando, and I were all able to love and live in the way we were always meant to. Although, I don’t think she realized how big of a part Gideon would play in our contentment.
I smile up at the crisp blue sky and feel the heat of the sun on my face. The warmth and brightness remind me of Phee’s smile, and I feel like she is surrounding me with her blessing.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
ORLANDO
I wake with Gideon in my arms. The sheets where Bishop slept are cool to the touch, but I’ve grown used to it. The first week whenever I woke and he was gone, I’d have a moment of panic. I’d rush from the bed and search the house. I’d find him in the same place every time, on the porch staring into the tree line. I’d installed the swing so he would have a place to sit.
I hate that he still has demons to fight every day in order to be with me and Gideon, but since he hasn’t once tried to run as he did all those years ago, I don’t say anything. I’m here for him and he assures me that’s enough.
I extract myself from Gideon and after a stop in the bathroom to take care of morning necessities, I head out to sit with Bish. I’m wary of intruding on his private time, but Bishop always welcomes me to sit with him.
“Good morning,” I say as I plop down in the space next to him.
“Morning.” Bishop wraps an arm around me and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Phee would have loved this view. Especially today, with the season changing.” I comment on the deliciously crisp air and the bright sunshine before snuggling into Bishop’s neck.
“I was thinking about her too. It’s funny, but I swear this day is a gift from her. Like a blessing for me to live my life with you and Gideon. That’s crazy, isn’t it?”
“Not really. Ophelia Josephine Merrick-Cartwright would definitely use the seasons as a quirky way to let you know she approves of you being happy.”
“Is that so, Orlando Nathaniel Merrick?”
“Why, yes, it is, Bishop Wayne Cartwright.”
I fall into a fit of giggles at the way we are using Phee’s preferred use of full names. Bishop’s right. It feels like she is here with us today and giving us her approval.
“I love you, Phee,” I whisper. Bish hears me and he
hugs me closer, but otherwise ignores my words. He lets me have this moment with my sister and I love him all the more for it.
GIDEON
I stretch my arms across the bed but sit up once I realize there is no one here with me. I hate waking alone. Sure, I’ve spent most of my life waking up alone, but now that I have Daddy and Lando I don’t want to. I know Daddy has issues of his own to work through though, so I’m trying to be patient.
I roll out of bed, take care of business in the bathroom, then pull on my favorite thigh highs and garter. They’re a sheer pink set that Lando ordered online and surprised me with a few weeks ago. One of Daddy’s button up shirts lays at the foot of the bed where Lando stripped it off him last night, so I pick it up and slide it on, leaving the buttons undone.
A glance in the mirror assures me my outfit has the desired look I’m aiming for. My cock hardens at the reactions I hope to elicit, and I hurry to find Daddy and Lando.
They’re cuddled together on the swing Lando had installed for Daddy and I don’t hesitate to climb on with them. I sit sideways on Daddy’s lap with my legs stretched out across Lando’s. My ass is in the perfect position for me to wiggle over Daddy’s cock, so I do.
“What are you doing?” Daddy asks with a spark of laughter dancing in his eyes.
“Getting comfortable.”
Lando’s hand grips my cock and gives one stroke before just holding me tightly in his palm. His other hand comes to rest on my thigh to hold me in place as Daddy wraps an arm around me. They effectively have me locked in place.
“We’re trying to enjoy the morning, Gideon Michael Cartwright.” Lando gives me a smile as he says my full name, and I remember how I introduced myself to him.
