“Ah, fuck, Little Dick.” His hand wraps around his shaft, and he slowly strokes himself. When he opens his eyes, they’re wild and unhinged. He’s staring at Ezra with what Ezzy likes to refer to as fuck-me eyes. I know the look, because it’s the same look Johnny used to give me when Faith still lived with me, and Johnny had to hear us fucking on the nights he stayed over, before he moved in permanently. He always looked feral, like he might blow a gasket at any second and rain down holy fuckin’ hell. I didn’t understand the look then, or maybe I did, and I just didn’t want to understand it. Maybe I wasn’t ready then.
I’m ready now.
I’m ready to be the boyfriend my boys need me to be.
“Go on,” I insist. “Give him a kiss, baby.”
Slowly, with a shaking hand, Ezra releases his dick and cups his pre-cum coated hand to Johnny’s cheek. Their eyes lock, and there’s this silent song playing out between them, and the longer it plays, the more their bodies sway. Ezra blushes, my sweet, sweet boy, and then he leans a little closer, touching their lips together. Johnny’s mouth parts, inviting our prodigal twink in further. He’s got one hand behind Ezra’s head, pulling him close to deepen the kiss, and the other is on his side, tickling Ezra’s ribs as it slides lower.
“Stop that,” Ezra hisses, but his voice is light and airy and filled with the most innocent giggles I’ve ever heard. Fuck. He’s perfect. Johnny tickles him again, making Ezzy squeal like a pig. “Oh my God, stop, you big, brutish bastard.” When Johnny complies, Ezra pouts, asking, “Why did you stop?”
“Fuck, I love you, Little Dick.”
Ezra bites his bottom lip and nods. “Love you too.”
“Good boys,” I praise, because they are. They really, really are. I run my fingers through Ezzy’s hair with one hand while rubbing Johnny’s scalp with the other. They’re so fucking pretty this way, hungry and yearning, desperate for Daddy.
They look up at me and smile, and I take a step forward, then another. Each step leads me closer, but the room we’re in is the size of a fuckin’ pantry, so it doesn’t take too long to reach them.
“Did you miss me, Ezzy?”
“Every day,” he whimpers, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face against my bulge. He preens, grazing his cheek against me like a kitten curling up to its master. “Don’t ever make me wait so long again.” When he looks up at me, I see just how much this has hurt him. It wasn’t any of our faults, but our little man isn’t feeling too secure right now, and we need to change that. Johnny must think so, too, because he kisses Ezra’s shoulder, softly assuring him we’ll always be there.
“I can’t marry you both,” I tell them as Johnny kisses Ezra’s neck. “But I can promise that, for however long you want me, you’ve got me. Both of you.”
“What if we want you for forever?” Ezra asks.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
Ezra’s hands fumble with the button on my jeans, trying repeatedly to unhook it from the fabric, but he’s just a nervous guy, he can’t be expected to work a pair of jeans when he’s in such a whorish state for me. He uses both hands to give the denim a final tug. The button flies off, and the zipper rips open. Like we’re in a cartoon, my cock flies out, and Ezzy opens his mouth, catching.
“Hole in fuckin’ one!” Johnny shouts, lifting his hand. I slap it with mine, high-fiving my best bro. Johnny’s lips find their way to the back of Ezra’s neck, eyes locked on mine as he kisses his way down our boy’s back. “I’m gonna fuck him, Bubba. I’m gonna fuck him right in front of you. Pump him full of my cum so his hole is nice and ready for you.” Ezra lets out a long, languid moan, and his head falls back, exposing the column of his throat.
“Suck his fuckin’ neck,” I growl, startling Johnny, who looks up at me, confused.
“Huh?”
“Mark him. When we walk out of here, I want your entire family to know we’re both dating the biggest cum-dump this side of Dallas.”
“Oh my fucking God,” Ezra cries out, reaching down and stroking his little dick with three fingers. “More.”
“Look at you,” Johnny rasps into Ezra’s ear. “Stroking that little cock. You think either of us want to see that shit?”
“Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that, Johnny,” Ezra breathes, nodding frantically. Johnny sucks his neck, and Ezzy lets out a loud yelp when Johnny sinks his teeth in. He ain’t breaking the skin or anything, but judging by Ezra’s face, he’s definitely applying pressure. As he softly chews our boy’s neck, his finger brushes against Ezra’s hole, and then there’s the sound of loud, relentless suction. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Johnny, baby, I need …”
“I know what the fuck you need, Little Dick.” Johnny slaps Ezra’s hand away from his cock, and he uses the tips of two fingers to stroke him. “You need a cage for this thing. Lock it away out of sight, out of mind.”
“Why?” Ezzy’s hips are rolling rapidly as he fucks himself between Johnny’s fingertips. “Why do we need to lock it away?”
Johnny looks up at me, seeming pained when he says, “Because who would ever want to see three inches of mediocre dick?”
As soon as the words are out, Ezra’s eyes fly open, desperately searching for Johnny. “Five inches,” he argues as the tip of his head turns an aggressive shade of red. Johnny seems torn, because it’s clear Ezra is feeling this, and I know how hard it is to insult him when he’s just so fuckin’ perfect. It’s a battle I fight often, because I know what my boy likes, and what Ezra likes is being shamed. I don’t fuckin’ understand it, but he does, and that’s what matters. It hurts to hurt his feelings, but it hurts even worse to deny him. Johnny stays quiet a moment too long, and Ezzy slams his eyes shut and whispers, “Please, Johnny?”
Johnny looks at me again like he’s seeking permission. I dip my head in approval.
“You’re lucky you’re a bottom. This little guy wouldn’t even make it past my cheeks.”
As ridiculous as the words are, considering Ezra has already topped Johnny, fucking him through the floorboards, but it’s just what Ezzy needs. With a soft whine, he spills over, quickly placing his hand in front of his cock, catching each shot in his palm. Johnny and I are left mesmerized as Ezzy unloads what looks to be at least a liter worth of cum.
