“Johnny,” Ezra whispers, even though there ain’t no reason to, It’s just the three of us in here. “If you want to sleep beside Bubba, you can. We don’t have to—”
I shake my head and hold up a hand, cutting him off. “I’m okay. I’m fine right here, I promise.” I look over at Bubba. “Are you okay with this? I don’t really know what the rules are, Bubba. This is all new, and I don’t want none of us getting hurt. Even you. Especially you.”
Fuck, his smile is beautiful. “I’ll miss you being with me, but the thought of waking up to the sight of you together, being sweet to each other, is worth it. I want to see that so bad, Johnny Boy.”
“Okay. Yeah. If you’re sure.”
“We can take turns,” Ezra offers. “We could work on a rotation on who gets to sleep in the middle.”
“That’s real thoughtful, baby,” Bubba says, sliding in on the other side of Ezra. He feels so far away, but then he puts his hand on top of mine, and all that distance vanishes. He gives me another kiss, then he kisses Ezra.
Seeing them this way should make me angry. It should have my jealousy spiking off the charts. Surprisingly, it doesn’t. Surprisingly, it’s not. I’m happy. Happy that Bubba’s found someone who can double the love I give him. Happy to not be so alone on this journey, and to have someone else who’s already traveled the homosexual path.
Ten minutes later, Ezra is lying on his back, and Bubba and I are on our sides, both of us facing him. I wrap my leg around Ezra’s, and Bubba kicks his leg out far, so he can rest it over mine. My soft cock ispressed right against Ezra’s. Bubba rests his head on Ezra’s chest and closes his eyes.
Ezra’s head is pressed right against my chest, and his eyes are closed as he tries to sleep. We’re quiet for a while, each of our breaths matching the other’s. In a hushed, fragile voice, Ezra breaks the silence and whispers, “Please don’t break my heart when this is over.”
I don’t know if he’s talking to Bubba or me, but I don’t care. I lean down and kiss his forehead. “I won’t break yours if you don’t break mine.” I wait for Bubba to voice his agreement, but he snores softly, his mouth hanging open as he sleeps.
Ezra kisses my chest, and I want to return the favor, so I touch his chin, tugging, guiding him back to me. With sleepy eyes he gives me a questioning look.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, Little Dick.”
“Fuck you.” He blinks sleepily. “You really think so?”
“Yeah. I think so.” I trace the curve of his lip, my cock stirring when he trembles. “Can I kiss you?”
He sucks in a quiet gasp. “Okay.”
My lips part as I approach, and he whimpers into my mouth once we’re connected. Our kiss lasts days and weeks and hours and minutes, and the longer it goes on, the less I want it to stop. His kiss is much more gentle than Bubba’s, but I know Ezra has a wild side too. This isn’t a wild moment, though. It’s tender, and needs to be tended with care. With his kiss, I feel like he’s locating each and every crack and crag and gap in my mind, every single crevice where confusion festers, and he’s filling it with truth. My truth. Our truth.
“I won’t break yours either,” Ezra says. “I promise.”
Somehow, at some point in the night, my boys twisted and turned until I was wedged between them. I don’t know how or why they shifted positions, but I can’t say I hate the way they feel around me, cocooning me between them, their arms and legs splayed every which way.
I don’t know if I could be happier than I am right now. Even with my ex-wife, Faith, I never felt as adored as the waymy boys adore me. Even in sleep, they’re smiling, and I’m pretty sure I’m a big part of the reason those smiles are there.
My eyes drift down to Johnny’s ass, and I can see why Ezzy’s so obsessed with it. It’s fuckin’ perfect, just like him. The sight of it sends my cock swelling to life, but I’ve got one arm under Johnny, and the other is holding Ezzy, so I can’t move to touch it without waking them up. Slowly, it rises until it’s fully hard.
Ezzy looks so peaceful, sleeping like an angel against my chest. A slutty angel, sure, but an angel nonetheless.
He’s breathtaking.
“Oh, Ezzy,” I whisper, kissing the side of his face. At my side, Johnny burrows his face deeper into my chest, his grip tightening. I pull him even closer, but I keep my eyes on Ezra. Christ. His body is a modern-day masterpiece. A walking work of art. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.” I know neither of my boys are big on poetry, but they never seem to mind when I recite it. I tilt my head to Johnny who’s staring up at me. “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
Johnny smiles dreamily at me. “That was beautiful. Was it that Jamie Joyce guy you’re always talking about?”
I shake my head and kiss his forehead. “Nah, baby. It’s the theme song toLove Island.”
“Ah,” Johnny says, and then he spots my aching cock, leaking steadily down my shaft. “Jesus, Bubba.” He looks into my eyes like he’s asking permission, and I give a nod of approval.
His hand moves lower until it’s wrapped around my dick, pumping slowly. He pauses every so often, pausing long enough to rub the precum around my cockhead.
“So, you’re gay?” I ask during his downstroke. Johnny’s hand pauses at my base, the bright-red head of my cock pumps another stream of pre-cum out. It drizzles down his hand like those little icing packets that come in boxes of Toaster Strudel. “Not bisexual?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he says, and there’s shame in his voice. It doesn’t belong there. “I didn’t know until last night.”
“You ain’t got shit to be sorry for,” I assure him. “I meant what I said. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” I dart my eyes down to my dick. “Go on, baby. Finish what you started.”
