“Don’t apologize to me, baby. I’m at peace with my age, and with where I stand in the circle of life.”
“It moves us all,” Ezra says, flashing a secret smile my way. I half expect him to quote the whole chorus like last time, but he just blushes and looks away. “I’m really sorry for calling you old, Johnny. I mean, you are, but I’m sorry for saying it.”
To my surprise, I snort a laugh. I love him like this. Sassy and full of bravado that ain’t been earned. “Whatever you say, Little Dick.”
The nickname is out before it registers, and once it does, his eyes bulge. “I knew it! I fucking knew you called me Little Dick!” His eyes narrow into slits. “I asked you if you said it, and you lied to me. How dare you?”
He’s going to start spiraling soon, and we can’t have that, so I distract him by squeezing his ass.
“You’re touching my butt,” he says, sounding a little breathless. “Why are you touching my butt?”
I hobble closer on my knees. “Because I fuckin’ felt like it.” I don’t know where this burst of confidence came from, but Ezra seems to like it. “You got a problem with that, Little Dick?” His eyes go half-lidded, and he rocks against me, his hard dick grinding against my thigh. “Show me, Ez. Teach me how to make Bubba feel good.”
Reluctantly, he pulls away from the embrace and moves back to the bed and sinks to his knees. I follow behind, kneeling at his side. Bubba’s dick is straining against his pants, cock twitching as Ezra unbuttons them. The sight of Bubba like this, his red face and eyes narrowed in lust, makes my dick throb harder, and I reach down to palm the outline through my jeans.
Ezra pulls down Bubba’s boxers, and the head of his cock catches on his waistband, so when Ezra tugs again, his cock flies out, sending a stream of pre-cum flying, landing on Ezra’s lips. Bubba’s cock slaps his stomach. Ezra licks his lips, dazed by the sight of Bubba’s cock, but I’ve seen his dick enough times that it ain’t as monumental a moment. We’ve jacked off together before. I may not have seen him openly stroke his cock, since we were always covered up in bed when it happened, but it still happened. It’s still a beautiful sight, but I ain’t as awestruck as Ezra, so while he just kneels there looking stupified, I reach for Bubba’s dick, pausing a few inches away.
“Can I touch it?” I ask. He places his hand on top of mine and guides it to his shaft, using his fingers to curl me around him.
“This cock belongs to you. To both of you. You never have to ask to touch it.” He doesn’t move my hand, just lets it rest there as he collects a pearl of pre-cum with his thumb. Releasing the hold he’s got on me, he lifts his hand to my face, offering me his thumb. “Ezra just got to taste me. Your turn, Johnny Boy.”
Parting my lips, I take his thumb into my mouth and suck. The flavor isn’t strong, but it’s unforgettable. Light and sweet with a little bit of salt, like sweat. I suck the finger like I’m sucking him dry, and when I look down, Ezra parts his lips as his mouth approaches Bubba’s cock.
“Watch me, Johnny,” Ezra pleads. “I want you to see me.”
I keep my eyes on Ezra, sucking Bubba’s thumb like that last little bead of pre-cum is the only taste of him I’ll ever get. God, I hope that ain’t the case, because it tasted like something a four-star chef would make, all sweet and salty and earthy. His tongue extends, and he licks the tip of Bubba’s cock. As his tongue glides over his glans, another large bead of pre-cum seeps out, and Ezra collects it. Ezra whimpers. Fuckin’ whimpers, starving for it. Ah, fuck, I’ve known he likes Bubba, but he’s been fighting it so fuckin’ hard, and now he’s finally letting go, giving in to this thing between us. I kiss his shoulder, because it’s what he fuckin’ deserves.
“Good boy,” I praise. “Fuck, Ez, you’re such a good boy.”
His entire body shakes, and he makes this feral, desperate sound, somewhere between a whine and a shriek. Turning to look at me, Ezra grins, stroking Bubba’s cock. “Rule number one of gay sex. Try to sound like a porn star so he thinks he’s God’s gift to the queer community.”
Bubba’s brows meet in the center of his forehead. He’s cute when he scowls. “You’re faking it?”
Ezra shakes his head and licks Bubba’s cockhead again. “No, that was just a general piece of advice.” He looks at me again. “Do you see the way I’m stroking him? You want to keep him stimulated when you’re not sucking him so he doesn’t go soft.”
“Trust me,” Bubba says with a chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about my dick going down.”
Ezra shrugs before taking the head of Bubba’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it like a Blow Pop for a few seconds before pulling back. “Erectile dysfunction is a problem a lot of men in your age group. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“And what age group is that?” Bubba asks, but Ezra just rolls his eyes.
“Eighty and over, I’d assume,” Ezra answers.
“Eigh-eighty? Eighty?” Bubba stutters. He pounds his chest with the side of his fist for emphasis. “I’m in the prime of my fuckin’ life.”
Ezra looks him up and down and smirks. “Goddamn right, you are. I didn’t say it was a bad thing. I have a thing for older guys.” He bites his bottom lip and blushes a little. “I think you’re both the prettiest men I’ve ever met. You’re perfect. Both of you, even if Bubba is easily quadrupole my age, and you're clearly pushing forty. Naughty daddies. Problematic daddies.” He licks his lips. “Don't care what anyone says though. This doesn't belong to them. This is ours.” I don’t have any time to react to that comment, because he turns his focus back to Bubba’s throbbing cock. “Now, because Bubba basically has a horse cock, it’s going to be tricky for you to take it all. I probably won’t be able to, either, so don’t feel self-conscious, Johnny.”
“You can,” I whisper, rubbing his bare shoulder. “I know you, Ez. You might be an asshole most of the time, but you can do anything you put your mind to.”
“I appreciate the unrequested vote of confidence, but I genuinely think getting that monster all the way down my throat is impossible. It’s too big, and I’m just a little guy.”
I let my hand fall lower until it’s resting on his ass again. “You’ll never know until you try.” My fingers are resting right on the edge of his crack, but I want to dig deeper. I want to wedge my fingers between his cheeks so I can feel that tight hole. It was so fuckin’ pretty last timeI saw it, and I’ve spent all day wondering what it would feel like against my finger. “Hey, Ez?”
“Yeah?”
“Can—” I swallow. “Can I touch your you-know-what.”
He arches an eyebrow. “My crack?”
