Finding Ian

by Riley Hart

“Do you want to go inside? We can wake Jordan up and have breakfast, the three of us.” “No,” Ian rushed out. “I’d like to finish.” When I didn’t answer right away, unsure if we should, he added, “Please…Sir.” I nodded. “Open up those pretty lips, and give me a place to deposit my load.”

He went to the bathroom, and I followed him in. His cock was soft, hanging between his legs as he went to the toilet. David was behind us, lurking, with his arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe. “Can I?” I asked Ian. “Can you what?” “Hold your cock while you piss. Fin does that for Aidan, and it’s hot. I want to do it for the both of you.”

I stood behind him, held his dick, and aimed it at the toilet. It was taking him a moment to let go, and he chuckled softly. “Performance anxiety.” “We can wait,” David said, and somehow that loosened Ian up and he peed. I shook him off, then wiped the tip with my thumb and sucked it into my mouth.

“I think I love you.” David veered into the other lane, and a car honked at him as he corrected it. I kept going. “Not just for what you do for me, but for what you do for Ian. Is that possible? To also love someone for what they do for someone else? You know what? It is. I know it is, and I know I do.

I love you, for your heart, and that’s what I see, what I feel when you take care of me, when you take care of Ian. And I love him too, so yeah, just in case you were curious, that’s where I am.”

He caressed my sac, played with it, tugging and massaging, and oooh, that was nice until—“Fuck!” Sharp pain shot through me. “Sorry.” “It’s okay. You can let me know it hurts.” “You like that it hurts, don’t you, Daddy?” “Yes,” he replied simply.

“Turn over,” I commanded while stroking my cock. They both did, and I leaned in, jacking off until I spurted my first shot on Ian’s face, then Jordan’s, my jizz hanging from their lips and on Jordan’s nose and some almost in Ian’s eye. “Share it, and then you can both jack off and come.”