puter, show me boys kissing

It’s just that the two older men look so fucking good tonight that Dennis’ boner hasn’t flagged since they bought him a drink earlier in the night.

He knows it’s wrong to lust after a man and so what does his screwed up body go and do? Lust after the two most respectable men in his life.

Just short of dropping to his knees on the frankly sickening dive bar floor, Dennis is trying his best to keep Jack and Robby out of his mind and not touch his aching cock while reciting prayer.

“Our Father who art in heaven,”

It’s just that those thoughtful eyes and experienced arms and skilled hands are taking over every thought—

Fucking focus Dennis.

“Hallowed be thy name.”

Oh god the heat that runs through Dennis’ body when Jack barks his name through the Pitt,

“Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth”

And when Robby lays his hands on Dennis it really is fucking heaven.

“Dennis, is that you in there?” The deep raspy voice he doesn’t even strain to place as Jack’s echoes through the stall.

Fucking fuck. He couldn’t even make it to the verse about temptation.

“Who are you talking to sweet thing? Robby and I have been looking for you.” Because of course they have.

Dennis steels himself after a quick mumbled ‘lord give me strength’ and unlocks the stall door.

“Was just talking to myself.” He tries to subtly adjust his hard on without Jack seeing, fails miserably.

Abbot’s got a slick little grin on his face; he’s got their sweet boy right where they want him.

“Dennis baby, you know there’s nothing to feel guilty about, right? It’s okay to give into your desires sometimes.” Jacks front is touching his back now, the older man whispering in his ear.

“Hallowed be thy heaven—uh-hallowed be thy name”

Fuckkkk.

The door sounds and in comes Robby who easily assesses the situation, “Denny baby, relax, just let us make you feel good.”

He’s pushing up to the side of the sink Jack isn’t occupying, effectively boxing Dennis in.

Hands are roaming and his head is spinning. Dennis keeps repeating the same line of the prayer until his mind finally goes blank in response to Jack’s knee pushing apart his legs.

And with that Dennis crumbles, he becomes a dead weight and accepts that he’s gone; tonight he’s strayed towards temptation.

“Attaboy, that’s it baby.” The older duo are immediately rewarding his sinful choice, and God, it feels so fucking good.

jack and robby share a crappy apartment and after the two take dennis home from the bar one night, they keep him and start to share him like they would with any other object in the house.

dennis will get fucked to sleep in jacks bedroom, then wake up in robby’s bed being fucked into consciousness.

jack busting into robby’s room while robby is giving it to dennis good,

“hey no fair, I was only grabbing a snack and then he was gone.” he’s sliding into the bed though, kissing up dennis’s exposed chest.

robby leans up to create space for him, “snooze you lose brother. can’t leave your door open with such an appetizing sight all spread out on your bed.”

dennis is moaning and whining, his orgasm approaching while the two argue over his head.

the year goes by with dennis in a perpetual state of fucked out, being over-the-shoulder carried up and down the hallway, traded for snacks and homework answers, and having at least two prostate orgasms a day.

“i’ll take your grocery shopping day and i’ll buy your brand of beer for two weeks, please just give him back.”

jack is fucking dennis over the back of the couch while robby stands in the doorframe looking on petulantly

“no way brother, i’ve barely had him at all this week because of your stupid pharmaceutical exams.”

the argument gets drowned out by dennis’ content moans when jack switches to eating him out in between responses, but trust and believe robby is stealing their boy back later tonight.

"What are you reading baby?" Robby's wrapping himself around Dennis.

The younger boy is doing his best to not give himself away. "Just, um a book. Trin recommended it."

Robby leans closer, kissing the sensitive spot below Dennis’ ear, voice low and raspy,

robby helps jack into his prosthetic in the morning before the two share a little peck. they lean over to dennis at the same time and have to rock paper scissors to decide who gets to make out with him first.

the three of them are at the bathroom sink in the morning and the two of them spit at the same time, then hand off the same hair pomade and do the same number of passes through their hands.

jack skillfully cooks the eggs while robby tries not to burn the toast and they move around each other artfully, with precision. dennis just sits at the barstool and watches wistfully.

they pack dennis’ lunch with the same silent knowledge of each other; jack will grab the fun snack and robby will grab the veggie. The two draw matching smiley faces on a post it and stick it in top of the zip lock bag covering the sandwich robby cut into halves.

and the sex, god the sex. they don’t even need to speak to know when one should pull out and the other should start fucking dennis.

the two work as one to pleasure dennis, no need to stop and fix anything, one of them always tending to the others needs.

dennis has the best orgasms of his life with the pair after one long consent conversation and the power of their shared brains.

dennis smacks shoulders with jack walking through the pitt

oh shit sorry, this case is just so interesting

is that so? whatcha got whitaker?

yeah it’s this thirty year old female presenting with-

when dennis realizes he hasn’t stopped biting his lip because he hasn’t once opened his mouth, he just about passes out.

“ You can-!” you can hear me?

he’s focusing extra hard on listening to jack, searching and not finding any oddities in his voice

yeah sweet thing, I was wondering when you were gonna notice, all those country songs you hum were starting to get stuck in my head

jack’s grinning like crazy at dennis; anybody watching the scene unfold must think they’re batshit.

oh uh, sorry about that

don’t worry, you have a great singing voice, even in your head

wait so you can hear me like all the time

yeah if I want to tune in

so you could hear me if I was like, if I was m-touching myself?

yeah sugar, you always sound so beautiful when you’re all worked up.

they see his pitiful zip lock bag with over-tired products past their expiration date and their hearts break.

the in home gym is gone immediately, not that anyone but jack really used it (bar the occasional roleplay).

the new vanity arrives with next day delivery and the makeup shopping spree is enough to bankrupt a lesser man.

the entire time dennis is flushed red, denying the older couple from putting something new in the cart and then growing warm in his tummy at being subsequently ignored.

the boy blooms in his new setup, trying more and more elaborate makeup looks all while perfecting his everyday style. he's happier than he's ever been, the weight of his hobby being hidden now lifted.

the new confidence infects the whole house in waves, dennis bringing his more feminine side into the bedroom and Jack and Robby quick to respond whenever they're called to.

the amount of times the trio have had filthy sex on the small couch in the makeup room is insane.

The older pair have been pavloved into getting hard whenever dennis calls them into the room to look at his latest makeup attempt.

Jack finally relents in his effort of overstimulating Dennis, pulling his fingers out of the boy's cunt easily. Denny lets out a shivery whine in response. Robby is laughing at him softly, moving towards the new pastel cabinet that sits next to the old wooden one.

"Okay sweetpea, I know you're ready to doze off from your orgasm but we gotta get you into your diaper first.”

“mhm-my diaper?” he’s mumbling, mind blown from the thorough ravaging he just experienced.

jack is allowing his boy to sit up just a bit now, rubbing on his thighs as he moves. “Yeah pup, we wouldn’t want you making a mess all over the house now would we?”

“I don’t make messes!” a little more awake now.

Jack walks his fingers up his legs to stimulate Dennis’ clit again and has the younger man twitching, his cum and Jack’s spit mixing together and dripping down mesmerizingly slow.

robby’s back with them, “i don’t know denny, your pussy is a bit of a mess. but don’t worry we’ll fix that right now won’t we?”

Jack is sticking his fingers in dennis’s hole now, blocking robby from doing anything productive.“Yeah, because good boys don’t make messes do they?”

“No i’m a good boy, I won’t make a mess.”

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“and what am I squeezing pup? how do I have you held down, hmm?”

“m-my, by my windpipe sir” dennis can barely get it out without moaning.

Jack’s grip tightens, just the right amount to have dennis’ dripping wet.

“aht aht, scientific name baby.”

“my trachea, you’re squeezing my trachea!”

“oh good boy, my smart boy. I think you deserve a treat, do you want a treat?”

Jack relaxes his grip on Dennis and slows his thrusts.

“yes sir! please can I have a treat, daddy please?”

where do you want me to touch you sweetheart?

“on my, pussy. please jack touch my pussy”

i hope you are well

you da goat

it has been a while since you've posted

stay safe non mootie

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non mootie this is the greatest message i’ve ever gotten 🥹🥹🥹

i’m all good, just burnt myself out on writing after getting high on ppl liking my page all while fighting for my life through exam season🫩

please don’t forget abt me I just need some interaction to motivate me again (this really helped!) whether as prompts or just random inbox stuff.