I shake my head. “No. The other thing.”
Ezra licks his bubblegum-pink lips and smirks. “Say it. Say where you want to touch me.”
I take a deep breath, looking up at Bubba, because he feels like a safety net. When he gives me an approving nod, I mumble, “Can I touch your hole?”
Ezra shrugs like I asked him to take out the trash as he leaves. “‘Kay.” Without another word, he opens his mouth and takes Bubba all the way to the back of his throat like a fuckin’ pro. I wriggle my finger into his crack, and as my finger brushes against his tight hole, he lets out a guttural moan.
His pretty, pink lips make it halfway down Bubba’s shaft before Ezra makes a choking sound, gagging on his Daddy’s dick. Fuck. Seeing him like this—eyes rolling back in his head as he arches his back, leaning into my touch—makes my cock leak in my jeans. I know I need to take them off soon, but I can’t pull myself from his hole. It’s warm and welcoming, and I like how simple it is. With women, I never knew what to do with a pussy. The clit, the hole, the slit; there were just so many parts needing servicing, and I’m no good at multi-tasking. This feels like a streamlined process without all the bells and whistles. Just a tiny little hole with one sexual purpose: to get good-and-goddamn wrecked. I bet my cock would feel good inside him. I bet he’d wrap around me tighter than a condom. Warmer than a campfire. All while he gags on Bubba’s cock.
I want to fuck him.
I ain’t never looked at another person and thought, “My cock belongs in there.” But with Ezra, I know it’s true. I can imagine the way the head will feel breaching his entrance. How he’ll feel so fucking tight—so goddamn right— wrapped around me, it would put every other sexual experience to shame.
And through all these thoughts, my broken dick hasn’t gone soft once.
Why? Why does it feel so right when every other time felt wrong?
Ezra bobs up and down on Bubba’s cock, earning endless praise in the form of Bubba’s repeated offerings of “Good Boy.” Bubba’s got his hand on the back of Ezra’s head, guiding him at a gentle pace.
“Take your time, boy,” he tells Ez. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby. We’ve got all night. Fuck. Yeah, Ezzy, just like that.” I guess Ezra’s giving his throat a break, because he’s only focusing on the first four-or-five inches, using his hand to steadily pump the shaft.
Ezra pulls back, looking over his shoulder at me, slowly jacking Bubba’s cock. “Do you want to try?”
I nod, because I want to try it more than I’ve ever wanted to try anything, so I try to bend and reach it, but with one finger still circling Ezra’s hole, I’m not close enough. I don’t want to let go. I want to keep my finger right here, because it feels like this is where I belong. Like I’ve found my home.
“You’re going to have to stop prodding my asshole like a science experiment if you want to suck him,” Ezra points out, even though I’m well aware. I don’t pull away. I can’t. So, I look up at Ezra, my body jittering, lip curling in the corner as I bare my teeth. Ezra’s eyes widen. “You look feral right now.”
“Ezra,” I growl, pressing my finger deeper, but not breaching his rim. He lets go of Bubba’s dick and wraps his fingers around his little shaft. “Fuck.”
“Johnny?”
I lick my lips and nod. “I’m coming back to this hole,” I warn him. “I ain’t fuckin’ done with it yet. You fuckin’ hear me?”
“Yeah,” Ezra breathlessly agrees. “Yeah, you can. I don’t mind, Johnny. Honest.”
“Good boy,” Bubba praises, and when I look at him, I realize he’s talking to me. “I’m proud of you for voicing your wants.” I blush, and then I spot his hand, pumping up and down as he stares at me. Is he hard because of me? I mean, I know Ezra is naked, and I’m fully dressed, but he’s looking right at me, and it’s hard, large, and in-fuckin’-charge. His hand falls away from his shaft, leaving it bobbing in the air like a flag pole.
This son of a bitch has to be at least ten inches. Ain’t no way he’s any less. I ain’t seen a whole lot of cocks, but his is the biggest and thickest of them all, and it sends a pang of worry through me, because how the fuck am I supposed to take all that dick? In my mouth is one thing, but he’s probably going to want to fuck me the same way I want to fuck Ezra.
Oh, shit. I want to fuck Ezra. I want to fuck another man, and my cock ain’t ever been any harder than it is right now, so that has to mean something. It has to say something about me, because I’ve never gotten hard like this before. Not for a woman. Maybe for Bubba, but never anyone else.
“Do it,” Ezra says, his voice hushed. “Suck Daddy’s cock.”
My entire body pulses like someone just set a landmine off in my stomach, the aftershock sending me stumbling forward until there’s no space between us. His cock is in my face, just wagging like a waving hand. There’s a stream of pre-cum falling down his shaft, drizzling all the way down to his big, hairy balls. It don’t look like he’s shaved a day in his life, and I think I love that about him. There’s a fuckin’ forestaround his cock, and I kind of want to get lost in it and never be found. Instead of taking his cock into my mouth, I bury my face in his pubes, inhaling as deeply as I can.
Oh my fuckin’ God!
It ain’t supposed to feel like this. It ain’t supposed to feel so damn right, but it does, just like when I was playing with Ezra’s hole. It’s like my body’s known all this time, and my head is just now catching up. There’s a word on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t name it. I want to. I try and try to jog the word forward in my memory, but I keep coming up blank.
“Johnny Boy?”
I look up at Bubba. “Yeah?”
His hand touches my cheek. “Stop overthinking it, baby. This is okay. It’s okay to enjoy it.”
With his encouragement, I continue my exploration, opening my mouth as I kiss my way down his shaft. I don’t know where I’m going until I land at his balls, opening my mouth and taking one on between my lips, softly sucking.
“Holy shit,” Bubba moans, and I look up through my lashes to make sure he’s okay. I don’t want to disappoint him. The second his eyes lock on mine, any doubt falls by the wayside, because he looks just as pleased as he did with Ezra a minute ago. His eyes are half-lidded as Ezra’s fingers curl around his cock, stroking slowly. I open my mouth wider to welcome his other ball in, and once I’ve got them both against my tongue, I flick it left to right like I'm trying to lay claim to every square-centimeter of his sack. I press my finger against his taint, gently sliding it lower and lower. I don’t even realize where I’m reaching until my finger is between his hairy cheeks.
