Dennis got weened off his mother too early when he was young so his body developed a tendency to suck on random things small enough for his mouth to compensate, lollipops, straws, his left thumb, his nails, you name it.
Robby and Jack tried to train this habit out of their boy purely for sanitary reasons, but unfortunately for them, even the beatings from his parents weren’t enough to make him stop, so he easily tuned out the older men’s little warnings and sometimes paddlings and returned to his fixation.
It’s not like the habit didn’t teach him how to handle things in his mouth whenever he went down either of them, using expert suction and tongue to milk them dry every time he needed to stave off their complainings.
It’s afternoon on a Sunday and they’re all lazing about on the sofa, shirts off from the heat, Jack’s trying to respond to work emails, and he got so fed up with sounds of teeth grinding against fingernails that he rolled his eyes at Robby in commiseration, but something snapped in the man and he somehow understood it as straight up grabbing Dennis’ head then shove his hairy pecs into his mouth.
“You want something to suck on? Come ‘mere, kid, my tits are feeling heavy today.”
Thinking that their little tumble would distract Dennis a bit, Jack snorted slightly at his rowdy boys and returned to typing a response. But only after a paragraph in, the chewing sounds returned, and they sounded… wet. Jack looked up again immediately when he heard a quiet “Mommy…” mewling from Dennis and a startled moan from Robby shortly after.
Robby is now wrapping his right arm around Dennis, hugging him close, hand patting his head like he’s swaddling a newborn, looking at the man with an expression of equal parental adoration as well as unrestrained lust, softly cooing, that’s it, baby boy, Mommy’s got you. Oh- oh, your mouth feels so good darling. Jack glazed over Robby’s left and saw him already languidly stroking himself.
It’s not like the three of them never did that stuff before during foreplay, it’s just that Dennis played it safe, familiar sights you’ve probably seen on every porn ever; a quick nipping here, a bite there, then he lifted his head up to meet them at their lips again as he pinched them to oversensitivity.
This is Dennis sucking exclusively on Robby’s right nipple, teeth gently munching on the areola, a tongue dart out every now and then to lap up at something. Oh my god, Jack thought, breaths quickening, it’s like he’s trying to drink up his mama’s milk. When did Jack grip his own dick so hard?
Then Robby noticed an audience and his moustache lifted into a wicked grin, eyes squinted and crow’s feet deepening, and he continued his soft murmurings to Dennis while staring right at Jack.
There you go bubbeleh, drink it all up, ugh, yeah you’re gonna grow up all big and strong just like Daddy after he gives you his milk too, won’t he?
Jack came so intensely he got tunnel visions for a solid minute.
