My boys can play coy all they want, they know what the fuck this is, and they knows where the fuck it’s going.
It won’t be easy to get us there, but I’m confident if Ezra and Johnny give this thing a chance, we’ll shine brighter than every star in the Texas skyline. Well, the Minnesota skyline, I guess. It’ll be a tall order, considering the pair act like their life mission is to destroy one another in the battle for my heart. There is no battle, though. Or, atleast, there doesn’t have to be one. They both need a Daddy, but they both need each other just as much. Someone to go through this with. Someone to cling to when Daddy isn't home. Austin is getting tired of watching Ezra masturbate, and Johnny mostly stays to himself when we ain’t working in the new machine shop I bought with the insurance money from the fire. There’s also the fact I’m twenty years older than Ezra, and ten years older than Johnny. What if something happens to me? I need to know my boys will be good when I’m gone. That they’ll be loved. A Daddy has to prepare for these things.
“Don’t ever look at my penis again, you filthy pervert,” Ezra says, but even as he says the words, his hand works faster, gliding up and down his cock at a speed that makes it hard to see much more than a blur of creamy skin. The entire time he’s doing this, his eyes are on mine, burning holes right through me.
“You look beautiful, Ezzy.”
“I know. That doesn’t give you the right to look at me, though.” He pauses his stroking and removes his hand, exposing his Little Engine That Could to me. “Do you see this cock?” I nod. “I just told you not to look at it!”
“Sorry,” I say, looking away.
“I asked you a question, Bubba. Do you see this cock?”
I stare down at it again, licking my lips, because … fuck. Look at it. All wet and glossy at the tip like he’s been leaking for hours, readying himself for me.
I’ve never been with another man. I’ve never even jacked off to gay porn, but I jack off to the thought of my boys every time I need release. For the last three months, I’ve found release through mental snapshots of the men I love, doing unspeakable things to each other. Things I know they would never do in real life. Ezzy on his knees, taking Johnny’s cock into his mouth. Johnny behind Ezzy, tongue-fuckinghim like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Fuck. I want to see them together. I want to witness them coming undone at the seams. My boys would love each other if they’d chil justl with the jealousy.
“Yeah, baby. I see it.”
A smirk curls in the corner of his mouth. “I told you not to look.” I don’t point out that he literally just asked me to look, because that’s not what Ezra needs. He gets off on playing the brat, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
He licks his lips. “Gonna make you rue the day you defied me.” To my shock and horror, Ezra grabs Austin’s hand and places it on his cock. My eyes are bulging just as much as Austin, who looks absolutely stupified.
“Daddy’s going to kick your ass for that,” Aussie says before calling out, “Dallas! Ezra is making me touch his penis.” He glares at Ezra. “He’s going to think I’m cheating on him, you tacky bastard. I won’t stand for it.” After an uncomfortable moment of silence, a smile spreads across his face, and he turns to sneer at me. “Just kidding. We planned this beforehand. Ezzy wanted to make you jealous.”
Ezra’s eyes bulge. “I have no idea what he’s talking about! It was all very impromptu!”
“That would make you a sexual assaulter,” Austin points out. “And I refuse to let you wear that label.”
“Your hand is still on his penis, Austin,” I say, because maybe he forgot, and maybe he needs to take it the fuck off before I break it the fuck off.
“Oh, believe me, I know,” Austin says, cocking his head to the side, making his big, puffball of blond hair shake like a skyscraper during heavy winds. Ezra lets out a high-pitched squeal when Austin tightens his grip.
“Ouch! Fuck! Your nails are digging into my skin. Please let go!”
“Dallas!” Austin yells.
“Okay! I’m sorry. We planned it. I admit it. Please, Aussie. It hurts so bad!”
Fueled by the sound of agony in Ezra’s tone, I lunge forward, kneeling in front of my boy, and slapping Austin’s hand away. There are red indentions in Ezra’s skin, and the sight of his perfect prick sends a spike of protectiveness up my spine. I take his pretty cock in my hand and gently brush my thumb over the red marks.
I glare at Austin. “Bad boy, buddy. That’s a bad, bad boy.”
Austin blinks at me. “I’m in my mid-twenties.”
“And if you want to see thirty, you won’t ever hurt his penis like that again.” I focus on Ezra again, gently rubbing the red marks on his cock, because he’s the one who needs me right now. “Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?”
“Bubba,” Ezra says through a gasp, his eyes searching mine for something I don’t quite understand. “You’re going to make me come?” Before either of us can react, he slams his eyes shut and whines like a kettle, arching into my touch, his cock exploding, drenching my face with each blast. It’s so hot against me. I want to fucking burn for him.
“That’s it, baby. You're such a good fuckin’ boy. You’ve got more in there, let it out, Ezzy. Daddy’s here.”
“Not my Daddy,” he whines as his eyes flutter open. The sight of me drenched in his cum is enough to send another jet firing, and I open my mouth just in time to collect it on my tongue. He stares at me with wide, confused eyes, as if the sight of me bathed in his load is the least likely outcome of the morning. I lean in and lick the final bead from the tip of his cock, giving it a kiss for good measure.
“Good boy,” I praise, but I think post-nut clarity is about to hit, because he’s staring at me like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. His jaw works left, then right, and then it clenches. Here we go.
“What the fucking fuck?” he shrieks at the top of his lungs, loud enough that Austin has to cover his ears, wincing. “You made me come! Who said you could make me come?”
