“Daddy?”
“You been fuckin’ around on me, boy?”
He blinks a few times as I slowly pull out and sink back in. “Huh?”
“Have you been sneaking men in here while we’ve been apart? Did you hammer the hungry holes of other queer men in our absence?”
“Every cock,” he cries out. “Every dick I could find, Daddy. Wanted to be a bad, bad boy. Wanted to break your big bisexual heart.”
Johnny slides the head of his cock across his lips, smearing pre-cum all over his mouth, then he lifts it and slaps the head against his lips as hard as he can. Ezzy whimpers, but when he opens his eyes, he’s staring at it like it’s the last meal he’ll ever eat.
“I think you need to taste it. I think you need to remember who the fuck owns you, Little Dick.”
“You. Always you. Only you two.” His lips wrap around the head of Johnny’s cock, and his tongue flicks back and forth across the slit. He sucks and slurps on Johnny’s dick like a popsicle, eyes never leaving his, because he knows it’s what Johnny expects. Behind him, I’m plowingthat hole, running a hand up and down Ezra’s side to comfort him, but I don’t think Ezzy needs much comforting. Seems to me he’s having a hell of a time already.
“After our dream, I called Jaden,” I say, pumping in and out of his hole.
Johnny stops his frantic thrusts long enough to scowl at me. “What the fuck, bro? That’s my god-nephew. Don’t fuckin’ talk about Jay when we’re inside Ezra. You’re gonna bum Little Dick the fuck out. Tell him, Ez.”
Ezra doesn’t seem to give a good-goddamn one way or the other, but he wants to please Johnny, I guess, so he nods, trying to feign annoyance, but he just looks like he’s going to come.
“You shut your mouth when you’re fucking my hole,” Ezra whines before diving back onto Johnny’s cock.
Johnny nods. “See? You’ll hurt his fuckin’ feelings, and you’ll gross me out. Don’t mention him again. Not like this.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re both being ridiculous,” I say, pulling out and stroking my cock, reaching the peak of sexual nirvana. “I was just saying that I called them, and him and the boys are renting a crane.” I pull back, stroking myself faster, moaning out, “Oh, fuck, here it comes, Ezzy. Take this load.” I don’t give him time to react, not that he needs much time. I move around until I’m in front of his face, pumping this massive cock as he stares in wonder. His mouth falls open instinctively when I jack my dick in front of his face. He knows what the fuck is about to happen, and he wants it. He’s starving for it. Goddamn gasping for it.
Johnny positions himself behind Ezra and sinks into his entrance, moaning as he speeds up his movement, sawing in and out of Ezra at a brutal pace, but Ezra’s living for it, matching each thrust with a well-timed moan, calling out our names in inconsistent patterns.
“Be still my beating heart,” I say, painting his lips like lipstick. He licks and licks until there’s nothing more, and then he takes my cockhead back into his mouth, suckling like a calf to a teat. His eyes are right on mine, and he’s blinking all bashful like, his tongue flickering fast against the skin. I thought I was finished shooting, but when he pulls it out of his mouth and slaps the head against his cheek, I cry out again, and another two jets fire, coating his cheek.
“Good Daddy,” he praises me. “Such a good, good Daddy.” He looks up at Johnny and nods. “He wanted an Eiffel Tower. Here’s your chance.” The next thing I know, my cock is in his mouth again, and he’s sucking me for all he’s worth. Johnny’s eyes are on me, and he places a hand on my shoulder, holding onto me for support.
“I’m close,” he admits, staring down at Ezra like the sight of him split open this way is impossible. I raise my hand in front of me.
“Do it, bro. Give me five.”
Johnny’s eyes roll back in his head, and his palm crashes against mine as he screams, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” at the top of his lungs.
Ezra looks over his shoulder and smiles. “I’m ovulating, Daddy.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “The fuck?”
Whatever the fuck the statement was for, I guess it gets its intended effect, because Ezzy smiles like the cat who got the cream as Johnny hollers, “Ah, fuck, baby, I’m not wearing a condom. I’m gonna—”
Ezra’s eyes narrow. “Say it.”
As Johnny finds his release, his entire chest goes red with heat, and he slams his eyes shut, screaming, “I’m gonna knock you up, Little Dick!”
Holy fucking shit. Okay. A gay man telling another gay man he’s gonna knock him up? Fucking hot. I didn’t realize MM impregnation kink was a thing, but fuck it, I’m just as here for it as Johnny, I guess,because I reach down and pat Ezzy’s tummy, praising him. “You took Daddy’s load so well, little man. Can you feel him inside you?”
Ezra nods, letting out a low, guttural moan as I take his little cock in my hand. “Oh, God, yes.”
“That’s it, Ezzy. Come for us. You’ve got another one in there, baby boy. I know you do.”
His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a decided nod. “Gonna come. Gonna come so hard for you Bubba.”
Johnny continues sucking Ezra’s neck as I increase the speed of my stroke game.
