“Fuck, Ez,” Johnny breathes, helping Ezra catch his cum with the hand not stroking his cock.
Ezra looks up at Johnny, then at me, dazed. “I haven’t come since they took me away. It didn’t feel right without you.”
“Oh, my sweet, sweet boy,” I praise him, kneeling down so I can give him the attention he deserves. There’s not a stitch of clothing between us, but that’s fine by me. Better than fine, actually.
Ezzy slowly whirls around until he’s facing Johnny and wraps his cum-slathered hand up and down Johnny’s shaft. “I want to suck your cock, Jonathan.”
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
“I know.” Ezzy looks over at me. “I need you inside me, Bubs. I need to feel you.” Staring down at my sloppy, pre-cum-coated cock, he smirks. “Good. You’re all lubed up. Lie on your back.”
I don't need to be told twice, and seconds later, I’m on my back, my cock aimed upward, toward glory. Ezra hikes a leg up, positioning himself over me, staring down with a nervous expression. “Never mind. Let’s try doggy style.” Confusing me to no end, Ezra maneuvers himself onto all fours and waits for me to kneel behind him, his pink hole on display for both of us. He turns and looks at my cock again, and there’s a little more fear on his face than before.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re so big, sir. What if he splits me in two?”
I snort a laugh. “I’ve seen videos of you riding dildos twice as big as either of us.”
Ezra rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. I’m just trying to set the mood, you attention seeking jerk. Stop ruining the moment. Jesus, Bubba.” I swat his ass a little harder than I usually do when he gets out of line. “Bubba!”
“Bad boy,” I firmly say. “That’s a bad, bad boy, Ezzy.”
He winks at me. “That was the point, Daddy.” I open my mouth to argue, only to shut it again when he arches that fuckin’ back like a porn star, licking his pretty, pink lips. “Eiffel Tower. That’s what you said earlier, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I guess I’ll need to suck Johnny’s cock.”
I nod slowly, remembering the sensation of his warm, wet mouth around my cock. I’m a little jealous I won’t get to look down at him as he sucks me, but I’m about to be inside my boy for the first time.
I position my cock against his hole and drag the tip up and down, coating him in my slick pre-cum. I place a hand on his hip as he bends down and places another kiss on Johnny’s cock.
“If it hurts, tell me. Okay, baby? All you have to do is say stop, and I’ll stop.”
Ezra doesn’t look back, but he places his hand on top of mine and holds me against his hip. “I trust you.”
My jaw trembles. “You can.”
“Trust you?”
I nod at him when he looks over his shoulder. “Yeah. I’ll never hurt you. You have my word.”
Ezra closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, patting my hand, indicating he’s ready. Johnny is right beside me, his hand pressed against the small of my back as I position my cock, aiming it at Ezra’s entrance. My eyes close, and I mouth, “One, two, three,” before sinking my cock into our boy.
This is the first time I’m feeling him from the inside. With my cock, at least. My tongue and fingers have explored Ezra endlessly, but there’s something different about this. About the way his pupils blow wide and he jerks his head back, staring at me with the widest eyes I’ve ever seen as I enter him.
“You okay, baby?” I have to bite my lip because he feels so fucking good. Instead of answering, Ezra lets out a loud, guttural moan that makes my insides spin. I sink deeper and deeper, and through it all, my eyes never leave him. “Oh, fuck, Ezzy, you’re taking it all. You’re taking me, baby. Ah, Christ, I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Daddy,” he whines. “Love you. Forever.”
“Yeah, baby,” Johnny says, kissing Ezra’s forehead. “Forever and ever.”
“Holy fuck. Ezzy, baby, you’re so fucking tight for me.”
“Just for you,” Ezra whines, arching that back even higher. “Just for you and Johnny.”
“Yeah,” I agree, sinking further and further into our boy. I’m not wearing a condom, but after last time, I guess I don’t need to, considering Ezzy busted inside Johnny last time. We’ve all been tested since being with our last partners, but then again, we ain’t been around Ezzy in damn near a month. What if some other strapping young man barged into this sex shack of shame and pounded our boy’s hole into oblivion? I grip Ezra by the chin, tugging until his blissed-out eyes stare dreamily into mine.
