Taming Tyler

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mitch

W e both scramble down the hallway, where Ty has left a trail of clothes for us like messy breadcrumbs. When we stumble into our bedroom, we’re both down to our briefs, panting like two shopaholics on Black Friday, only to find our bed empty. That’s when we both notice it at the same time. The shower is running. And Ty’s torturing the hell out of Beyonce’s Drunk in Love.

“Babyyy, all night… uhhh uhhh uhhh, baby, all night.”

Cal drops his briefs like they’ve been invaded by fire ants while he smiles at me, his eyes already love-drunk, lust emanating off his body. I laugh back at him, grabbing my junk above my briefs and squeezing it, a pained moan leaving my mouth.

“Let’s give our boy what he wants,” I blurt, spinning on my heel and rushing toward the bathroom. Cal’s right behind me, his warm breath on my neck, his horniness pouring off his body.

“Surfboard, surfboard, grainin’ on that wood, grainin’, grainin’ on that wo— Uhh, Daddies, there you are. What took you so long? Thought I was gonna have to start the party without you,” he moans, sliding his fingers down his wet chest, toward his belly, where they pause, tugging at that belly ring of his. And… he’s on his knees. Our boy is on his knees for us as he looks up, adoration in his eyes, licking his bottom lip self-consciously. “I missed you too, Daddies. So very, very much,” he moans, his fingertips playing with that fucking ring.

“Jesus,” Cal growls next to me, his cock jutting out, slapping against his stomach.

“It’s not Jesus, Cal-Bear. It’s just me, your Ty Baby,” he blinks innocently, his fingers dipping lower, wrapping around his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes, his eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy. I swallow as I bend to slide down my briefs, my cockhead sticking to the cotton fabric, with what appears to be a gallon of precum smeared against the inside. Holy fucking fuck train, I don’t recall ever having been this horny. Not even in the early days with Cal when we were going at it non-stop. It’s like Cal’s and my combined arousal has blown any restraint right out the window and left is only a primal lust that drives us into the shower, with Ty stroking himself at our feet.

“I skipped lunch, Daddies,” he coos, licking his lips. “I’m so hungry,” he pouts. “Feed me, Daddies. Make me choke on them, on your big, fat Daddy cocks.” He closes his eyes, opening his plush lips, wet from the spray from the shower. “Please, feed me, Daddies. Fill me up with your warm cum. I’m so hungry.” Opening his mouth as wide as it’ll go, he sticks out his tongue, his eyes still closed. And I lose it. I just fucking lose it. Taking a step forward, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, twisting his wet curls around my fist.

“This?” I grab the base of my hardness with my other hand, slapping the flushed cockhead against his bratty tongue. “This is what you want, baby boy? You wanna choke on Daddy’s cock?” I snarl. He chases my cock with his tongue, trying to suck it down his bratty throat, but I aim it so it just continues to escape him. Opening his eyes, frustration battling with lust in the fiery cinnamon, he begs, “Please, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth. Wreck it. Make me choke on it, Mitchy. Please.” Then something changes in his eyes. “Shut me up, Mitchy. I know you’re dyin’ to.”

And I am. Dying to. So I do. I push my cock into the soft heat of his mouth and jam it so far down his throat it’ll go. He swallows around me and it’s like the sum of every sex dream I’ve ever had. I nearly blow then and there, and I’m relieved when Cal steps up next to me, stroking his cock furiously. Grabbing the base of my husband’s cock, I pull out from Ty’s mouth, and before he can object, I replace my cock with Cal’s. A loud groan escapes my husband’s lips as Ty laps eagerly at the mushroom head, dipping his pink tongue into the slit, digging out his price, a fat dollop of precum.

“Fucking yes!” Cal shouts as he begins fucking Ty’s mouth in uncontrolled, shallow thrusts with his hips. Drool mixed with water cascades down our boy’s chin and neck as he works my man over in a way that’d make any porn movie director salivate. He pants and hums, his hands wrapped around Cal’s meaty ass cheeks, his own dick dripping angrily. When Cal finally slides all the way down Ty’s throat, I watch his tiny toes curl in bliss, his cute nose buried deep in his Daddy’s nest of dark pubic hair. He looks stunning, on his knees for my husband, drenched and submissive, and yet he holds all the power. In such a short time, Ty has become our master, our entire world centering around this magnificent creature.

Then Ty is swallowing, his body beaming with arousal, as Cal pours his release down his throat, shaking next to me. His deep shout fills the shower, echoing off the walls, Ty glued to his cockhead, wringing every last drop out of him, excess cum trailing down his chin.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Cal chants next to me, stroking his fingers through Ty’s hair, patting his head tenderly. With a final lick, Ty pops off Cal’s spent cock, grinning at me teasingly.

“That was the appetizer, Daddy,” he rasps, blinking all innocently up at me. Dayum, I could get used to this, my boy on his knees for me. For us. Maybe we should buy the boy some knee pads. “Now give me the main,” he demands, and I bet if he weren’t on his knees, he’d be stomping his feet. Grabbing the base of my cock, he sucks me down, swallowing around me, stars bursting in my head at the sheer bliss of feeling him wrapped around me. Squeezing my balls in his fist, he scrambles closer against me, his knees sliding along the wet tiles. His content moans vibrate around my cock as I piston in and out of his mouth, my orgasm slowly building in my gut. Cal’s sucking hickeys into my neck and my body is bursting from sexual overload, but it’s like I’m balancing on that edge, not quite ready to jump yet.

Then Cal’s right there, in my ear, his wet breath on my earlobe, his soft whisper against my skin.

“Let go, babe,” he coos. “Let go.” And I do. I give in and let go. With a silent scream on my lips, I let go. I just manage to pull my cock from Ty’s mouth before I explode. On his tongue, on his lips, on his chin. Fucking everywhere. Strings of white hot cum linger momentarily on his bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth, moaning contentedly around it.

“Yummy,” he eventually says, smacking his lips, as I slowly come back from the edge. Then he blinks, his gaze coasting between Cal and me. “Thank you,” he croaks. “Thank you, Daddies,” he purrs, rubbing at his belly. “That was so good. Yummy .”

“Shit,” I laugh because, yes, that was indeed so good . And I tell him exactly just that. “That was so damn good, baby.” The pride in my voice doesn’t escape me, and I guess Ty hears it, too, as he puffs out his chest. Beckoning at him with my right index finger, I murmur, “Your turn, baby.” Ty flushes his cheeks positively on fire. Then he swallows.

“Already came. Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, avoiding my gaze. “I couldn’t help myself. Your cum made me come.” Fuck, my heart. I can’t take it, our boy looking away from me like that.

“Hey now,” I murmur. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’ll work another load out of you later.” He looks up right away, his eyes locking on to mine.

“You promise, Daddy?”

“I promise.” And the smile that spreads across Ty’s face is worth all the money in our joint savings account. Hell, all the riches in the world.

“What’s under the bandage?” Cal blurts out of nowhere. “What’s under it? Show me,” he demands. Shit, I completely forgot about that, but apparently, Cal has regained his composure after having his brains sucked out through his dick. Ty smiles and his gaze dips to his thigh. Carefully, his fingers start peeling off the bandage, revealing black ink, the skin surrounding it red and puffy. Without a word, Ty looks back up at Cal and me, vulnerability painted across his beautiful face, along with something else. Love. So much love. As I take in the tattoo, the ink slowly comes together beneath the watery surface.

Hands. Three of them. One small against the other two. Wrapped around each other. It’s difficult to see where one ends and the others begin. Fingers intermingled with fingers. Two are wearing wedding bands, the fingers broad, the smaller hand almost cradled between them. Something’s written in script underneath the tattoo, but I can’t make it out.

“What does it say?” I whisper, my heart getting caught in my throat as my hand finds Cal’s next to me, squeezing around it.

“My heart is too big for just one of you,” Ty smiles through what I can now tell are tears and not just drops of water on his cheeks.

“Jesus, baby,” Cal croaks, as I reach for Ty, pulling him from the shower floor and up against us, wrapping my arms around him.

“Not Jesus,” he sobs into my chest. “Just me. Ty.” And fuck my life, if that isn’t the truth and the understatement of a lifetime all in one sentence. Because there isn’t anything just about Ty. He’s everything. I smile into his hair as Cal laughs in that deep guttural way of his, “Shit, babe, we gotta let the kid out on his own more often.” Then he pinches Ty’s chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting his head. “Look at you, being such a good boy for your Daddies, surprising us with a damn fine tattoo like that.”

“He was always here,” Ty nods eagerly. “Just took some Daddy Dick to dig him out.” He beams at us, his lips bruised from said Daddy Dick. Then he snorts, “As it turns out, all I needed was some TMC.”

“TMC? Dontcha mean TLC?” Cal snorts, too.

“Nope,” Ty says, popping the p. “TMC. Two Massive Cocks, Cal-Bear. Now, do I get my reward?”

“Jes—” I blurt but catch myself, because who needs Jesus when you’ve got the best boy to ever walk this earth? Ty’s my religion. Cal too. My men.

“What do you want for a reward, baby?” Cal asks carefully. “You wanna come again, baby?”

“Not yet, silly,” Ty grins, then frowns adorably. “Can we get pumpkins?” Aaand… I didn’t see that coming. “I wanna make a pumpkin family outside,” Ty continues, unfazed. “On the porch. With a pumpkin boy, two Daddies, and a dog too. You can make soup, Cal. Pumpkin, and not that dumb traitor soup with those yucky onions.”

“Will you stop with that soup already? It was good,” I protest, while still grinning like an idiot.

“Not as good as…” Ty smacks his lips while Cal curses, reaching for a towel.

“I’ll get the pumpkins,” Cal sighs, acting all annoyed when really I can tell that he’s bursting with excitement about the damn pumpkin family, too. “I’ll take Bree for a quick walk too while I’m at it,” he leans in, pressing a kiss against Ty’s forehead before he ravishes my mouth like nobody’s business.

“Hey!” Ty pouts. “Why does Mitchy get the good stuff?”

“You’re getting pumpkins, so stop being a brat,” Cal winks, before he starts drying himself off.

After drying Ty and me, I smear the tattoo aftercare that was in the mysterious bag onto his skin. When he winces, I kiss the puffy skin surrounding it, once again reading the words beneath our joined hands. Then I wrap him in a fluffy blanket and walk him to our bed, gently laying him down, as I wrap myself around him. That’s when I hear them, muffled against my naked chest. The words that have been burning inside me all day, eager to be spoken.

“I love you, Mitch. So much.” He hesitates. “More than I ever thought possible.” My heart swells in my chest, and I squeeze him tighter against me, whispering my truth, which is identical to his, into his damp curls.

“I love you too, baby. So much. Never stopped.” A tremble courses through Ty’s body, and then a deep sigh follows.

“Me neither. Never.”

“There was always this hole in my heart waiting to be filled. Just waiting for you, Ty,” I admit.

“Yeah? For real?” His voice sounds so frail, so needy, that I can’t help smiling into his hair, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“ For real, for real. The three of us. It’s everything I ever wanted. I didn’t have the words, I guess, but it’s you. And Cal. You two are my world. My past and my present, coming together. My future. It just feels right.”

“I know. I feel it too, Daddy.” Then he hesitates. “I wanna tell Cal too.”

“What baby?”

“That I love him. Because I do,” he whispers.

“He’s easy to love, right?” I kiss the words into his hair, and he squirms contentedly.

“Yeah… You’re easy, too, Mitch. For a long time, I just didn’t allow myself to love you.” He wraps his arms around my shoulders as he looks up at me, his eyes locking on to mine. “I never really hated you, Mitch. You know that, right? I was just hurt. Lost, I guess.”

“I know, kid. I know.”

“It feels good to not be lost anymore. It feels safe,” he smiles, his eyes all watery.

“I know,” I croak, as I feel tears gather at the corners of my eyes. “That’s all I ever wanted for you. To feel safe and loved. Cherished. To know your worth.”

“Don’t cry, Daddy,” he whispers, releasing his arms from around me and reaching for my face. His fingertips dance along my skin, brushing at my tears. “If you cry, I’ll cry. It’ll be anarchy ,” he mimics Judd Nelson’s legendary sentence. “And I do feel it when I’m with you and Cal. Like I matter. Like you’d be sad if I weren’t here. Bree too,” he says, closing the gap between us and kissing my lips tenderly.

“We would,” I speak against his lips. “I don't think any of us would ever recover.”

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere then, Mitchy.” His tongue dips to my lower lip, licking at it teasingly.

“Oh, yeah?” I chase his lips.

“Yes, you're stuck with me now, Daddy. Forever and ever.”

“That ain't no hardship, baby,” I smile, before smacking his ass through the fluffy blanket. “Now go get dressed. You’ve got a pumpkin family to make.”