“Johnny,” he whines, all cracked and broken like a needy, desperate slut. Our slut. Mine and Bubba’s.
“Fuck, Ez.” I kiss him deeper, releasing the hold I’ve got on Bubba’s ass so I can help Ezra free my dick from its confines. Once I free it, Ezra backs out of the kiss and stares down, eyes bulging as he stares at my cock.
“It’s so big,” he whispers, reaching down to touch the head. His fingers curl around it as he stares, amazed, his hand slowly stroking down, then up. “Jesus, Johnny.” To my shock, horror, and goddamn amazement, he shifts on his knees and sits down on the carpet. He’s a few inches lower than when he was on his knees, and he gives me a nervous glance as his grip tightens around my dick. “Tell me if this is too much. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“If what is too much?”
As he leans in closer, my jaw hits the floor, because I’m pretty sure Ezra’s about to—
“Holy shit,” Bubba says. “He’s going to suck your dick.”
Surely he wouldn’t. Surely he couldn’t. We might not hate each other anymore, but this still feels like a big step.
I shouldn’t want him this way. He stole Bubba from me. He cuddles next to him as he sleeps. His mouth was around the cock of the man I love. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? It’s what it’s always been. I love Bubba Jenkins with my whole fuckin’ heart, and even though I should be seeing red, all I see is Ezra’s head slowly inching forward.
I don’t hate Ezra. I don’t think I could ever truly hate him. Not anymore. Maybe not even before.
The second his lips touch my cock, I’m a fuckin’ goner.
“Oh, Fuck. Ez,” I moan. “Jesus Christ, baby.” The way he whimpers around my dick when I call him baby is nearly enough to send me over. I only just got his lips around me, and I’m ready to blow. I’m not ready. I don’t want to come yet. I yank my dick out of his mouth, my heart racing as I take a step back. I want the focus off me, because I think I’m about to fuckin’ come, and I don’t want them to see it. I don’t want them to know I’m a one-pump chump. They’re both staring at me expectantly, but they’re expecting too much. I can’t even speak, much less explain myself. What I just experienced was like an awakening. Like a goddamn revelation.
“Johnny,” Ez says, and he’s looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. He holds his hand out for me, and I want to take it. I’ve never wanted anything more, because this special place we’ve created is my new favorite place in the world.
“Ez,” I whisper. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last. I’m sorry, I—”
His eyes widen. “I nearly made you come?” Shit. He’s got that look in his eyes. The one he always gets before he delivers a crushing blow to my self-confidence. I want to beg him to wait until later to say whatever awful thing he wants to say, because I don’t think I could handle being laughed at right now. He looks over at Bubba and sticks his tongue out. “I almost made him come, Bubs. I’m gonna be the first man who tastes his load. Cry about it, sir.”
My heart swells in my chest. He’s teasing Bubba. Not me.
Bubba smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Sir?”
Ezra’s cheeks darken and he quickly looks away from him and back to me. There’s a mischievous quirk in his smile, and it sends my heart thudding, because it’s the way he always looks at Bubba after he tattles on me or talks shit. He’s looking at me like I’m his friend.
“I like you, Ez,” I tell him, because I do. “Can we be friends? Please?”
He moves closer and wraps his hand around my cock, making my legs shake. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, Johnny. We can be friends.” I watch as his hand pumps me rapidly, my balls making this slapping sound that echoes through the room. There’s movement to my side, and when I look over, Bubba’s stepping up next to me, stroking that big fuckin’ cock of his, aiming it at Ezra’s face.
“Johnny Boy,” he says to me, squeezing the back of my neck.
God. It’s too much. The affection. The level of belonging when I ain’t ever felt like I belonged at all. These men are changing my world. Making me see things I never saw. And when Bubba’s lips touch mine, a soft contrast to his prickly beard, I know.
I finally fuckin’ get it.
The word that’s been sitting on the tip of my tongue.
I ain’t broken, and I ain’t fuckin’ worthless.
I’m gay.
Ezra’s mouth engulfs my cock, and he don’t even make it halfway before I’m coming down his throat. His eyes blow wide and his lips close around me. I break the kiss, because I need to tell him. He has to know how much this means to me.
“Good boy, Ez,” I praise, combing my fingers through his hair. He’s looking up at me with such innocent eyes, ones I know couldn’t lie to me right now. He can’t say a single word, but he don’t have to. It’s written all over his face. His eyes roll back in his head, and he reaches for his cock, stroking once before jet after jet of his load burns against my shin. “Such a sweet boy. You’re doing so good, baby.”
“I’m close,” Bubba pants, stroking himself faster than before. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”
I grip the back of his neck the way he’s gripping mine, touching my forehead to his. “Do it. Come on him. Come on our boy.”
Ezra moans around my cock, nursing the last of my load, his body shaking from his own release. The sound sends Bubba over, his cock firing right at Ezra. The first shot lands on his mouth, then another on his cheek. Ezra pulls off my cock and turns to Bubba, catching the last jet in his mouth. With his mouth wide open, my entire load is still inside, mingling with Bubba’s cum. I drop to my knees and motion for Bubba to join us. Ezra’s staring at us like he’s waiting for instructions. Once Bubba’s beside me. I lean in for a kiss. Ezra’s lips meet mine, and it’s the sweetest surrender. I’ve got my hand on his lower back, and every few seconds, I have to steady him from falling. Bubba follows along, his lips parted as he joins the fold.
