I never thought I’d have my finger against my best friend’s hole, but here we are, and there it is, just as tight as Ezra’s. Just as warm andwelcoming. I press against him the same way I pressed against Ezra, not trying to enter him, just wanting him to feel me.
“I think someone has a hole fetish,” Ezra says with a soft chuckle, staring down at me as he strokes Bubba’s cock.
“Is that right, baby? You like Daddy’s hole? You want it just as much as you want our boy’s?”
I think he may have a point. My fingers keep drifting back, searching for that special spot. “Maybe.”
Bubba scoots forward, his cheeks spreading as he slides closer to the edge of our bed.There’s another forest back there. Long, blond hairs that look like a wheatfield. To my surprise, he’s got a fresh, clean scent, like he just stepped out of the shower. I inch even closer until my nose is only inches from his crack, trying to discreetly sniff him again without looking like a freak.
“Go on, boy,” he tells me in this commanding tone I’ve never heard. “Get in there. Bury your face right up against it. I showered before we left, so it’s nice and clean, just for you.” I doubt Bubba knew I’d be making a guest appearance at the entrance of his hole ahead of time, but he still took the time to get himself squeaky clean for me. Knowing Bubba, he probably gives it a good scrub every time he showers, but most straight guys don’t, and up until a few months ago, he considered himself straight. Well, heteroflexible, whatever the fuck that means, but still. He ain’t gay. Not like Ez. Not like—
Fuck.
I swallow, trying to shake the thought. His hole is right in front of me, begging to be taken. Demanding to be praised. From my side, Ezra places his hand on Bubba’s left cheek, then motions for me to do the same with his right. Slowly, Ezra pulls his side, and I pull mine, parting Bubba’s crack like that weird guy in the Bible who split the sea. I just wonder if the seafloor was as welcoming as Bubba’s valley, but whofuckin’ cares about some dead guy from thousands of years ago when I’ve got the Garden of Eden right in front of me?
Beneath a grove of furry blond hair, there’s a small, tight hole just begging to be licked. Ezra’s hole is smoother, so I like how—if this thing between us works out—I’ve got a variety of holes to choose from. It’s kind of like those variety packs of potato chips they sell in big boxes at the supermarket, only instead of tasting cool ranch or nacho cheese, I’ll be tasting a grown man’s asshole. Two of them. I’ve never eaten an ass, so I’m a little worried about the flavor, but I want to taste it. I think I need to.
“Jesus,” Ezra says, staring at Bubba’s hole. I look over at him and smirk when I see his hazy expression. He’s just as lost as I am. Wanting to share this with him, I take him by the wrist and guide his hand to Bubba’s crack. As Ez softly strokes his hole, I extend my tongue, swiping the tip across Bubba’s pucker. To my surprise, he don’t taste like much at all. Skin. A little sweat, maybe, but nothing nasty like I was expecting. The texture, though. Holy fuck, that texture against my tongue is going to make me come in jeans. Why the fuck am I still wearing jeans when both of them are completely naked? Don’t care. The only thing that matters is tasting more of my best friend. Knowing him in a way none of The Core Four ever have or ever will. Just the thought of doing this with Ezra at my side felt like a nightmare up until recently, but now that he’s here, and I don’t think I would want it any other way. He keeps tickling my cheek with the tip of his tongue, flickering back and forth between Bubba’s hole and my face. I look up to find him with the same cheeky grin he grins when he throws a cum balloon at me, so I know he’s fucking with me on purpose. Two can play at that game.
I wait until his finger touches my cheek again before acting. His body jolts as I wrap my hand around his wrist, holding it in place. Oureyes lock, and I guide his finger to my mouth. His jaw drops, but I don’t stop, pulling his hand closer and closer until the tip is on my tongue. He tastes like Bubba—skin and sweat and Old Spice bodywash—and his eyes bulge when I swallow him down to the knuckle. Slowly, I suck him in like a stubborn milkshake, too thick to make it through the straw. Once I’ve got his entire finger in my mouth, I pull back, only to dive back down like I’m sucking his little cock.
I really want to suck his little cock.
I shell my tongue around the tip, wanting him to see that I’m just as capable as Bubba when it comes to giving him pleasure. Part of me wishes he’d just pull his finger out and replace it with his dick, but that’s not what he does.
Ezra gently rubs my bald head, moving in circles like he’s scared of leaving a single inch untouched. “I love playing with your head like this.” When I tilt my head down to give him more access, he places trails of gentle kisses up and down my scalp. The moment is more than I could have hoped for, because the way he’s kissing me feels like he thinks I’m beautiful because of my flaws, not in spite of them. I ain’t turned a whole lot of women’s heads because of the bald thing, I’m assuming, but going off the way Ezra’s treating my scalp like a fragile flower makes me think maybe I’ve finally turned his.
I pull off his finger and release the grip I’ve got on his wrist, letting our palms touch, fingers weaving perfectly together. I’m holding his hand. I’m holding Ezra’s hand and the world hasn’t ended.
“Hey, Ez,” I whisper.
He leans a little lower and kisses me softly on the cheek. “Hey, Johnny.”
“Will you help me? I don’t know what to do with his hole, but I want to do something.”
“You’re doing just fine by yourself.”
“I’d rather not have to do it alone. I like sharing this with—well, you know.”
“With me? You like doing this with me?” Ezra’s cheeks flush scarlet, but he doesn’t look away. He stares me dead in the eyes like a good fuckin’ boy. “I like doing this with you too.”
And now my cheeks are just as dark as his. His hand tightens around mine as he nods, and then we’re in motion, each of us pulling a cheek to the side with our hand, exposing Bubba’s entire crack. Ezra takes the left cheek and I take the right, matching each of his kisses one by one.
Eventually, I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in Bubba’s ass, devouring him like a Christmas ham.
“Fuck,” Bubba groans. “That’s it boys. You’re making Daddy feel so fucking good.”
His praise feels like an explosion, sending me into a manic state. I lick and kiss until his crack is drenched, and then I lick some more.
My tongue tangles with something, and Ezra moans obscenely in the background. I twist my tongue around it, sucking something soft, warm, and so fuckin’ wet it could probably water a houseplant.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Bubba rasps. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Oh, God. I’m gonna come, boys. I’m so fuckin’ close. Keep doing that. Suck his tongue, Ezzy.”
My eyes shoot open, and Ezra’s right in front of me, our mouths locked in the deepest kiss of my life. I don’t stop him, either, I just pour as much passion into the kiss as I can, and as his tongue twirls against mine, he places a hand on the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I manage to say between kisses, and the whine he lets out makes Bubba growl, sounding fucking starving.
Ezra’s hands are on the button of my jeans, fumbling with it as he tries to free my cock. He’s going to touch me. He’s going to play with my dick.
