He bites his lip as he strokes my cock, and the pre-cum coating my shaft makes every stroke sound like a squelch. His movement is sloppy and lacks finesse, but the way he’s touching me feels like an awakening. This man—this beautiful, brave man—is my best friend. He’s one of the men I love, because I know it’s true. I love him, and every pump-pump-pump of his hand tells me he loves me too.
“I’m close, Johnny Boy,” I say, sliding my hand lower down Ezzy’s back, cupping his ass. Ezra slowly stirs awake, and for a moment, I worry he’ll be mad we started without him, but that’s not the case. He reaches over and playfully tickles Johnny’s neck. Johnny blushes like crazy from the extra attention, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps stroking faster and faster.
“He needs to come, Johnny,” Ezra says. “Make Daddy come.”
My eyes lock with Ezra’s. “Daddy?”
His eyes narrow. “That’s not what I said, and you know it.”
“That’s exactly what you said.”
He shakes his head as his hand creeps down my chest. Ezzy and Johnny’s knuckles brush as he reaches for my balls. Once Ezra has them in his hand, he takes my nipple in his mouth and gives it a flick of his tongue.
I fuck my cock into his fist, wanting to show him I’m feeling this thing between us just as much as he is. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Johnny,” I moan, hips thrusting, fucking his hand.
“That’s it, Bubba. Come for us.” His breath hitches and his pupils blow wide. “Come for your boys, Daddy.”
Ah, Christ. Fuck me. The title sounds so fuckin’ sexy slipping out of his mouth, and it’s all it takes to push me over. I come, my cock firing out half a goddamn gallon of cum, painting Johnny’s chest. I keep fucking his fist for all I’m worth, not wanting this moment to end. Wanting the orgasm to last forever so we never lose what we’re sharing right now.
As my thrusts slow to a stop, Ezra kisses his way down my chest, licking stray droplets of cum splattered across. Once he’s done with me, he moves on to Johnny who’s wearing the majority of my load. He licks and laps at Johnny’s chest until every drop is gone, and then he stares up at me, scowling.
“What’s wrong?”
“He made you come and I didn’t. That’s not fair!”
Johnny smirks. “You snooze, you lose.”
“Oh. Is that how we’re playing it now?” Ezra asks, leaning over the bed and reaching down. From this angle, it gives me the perfect view of his tight little hole. Fuck. I can only imagine what it’s going to feel like once I’m fully sheathed inside him.
Ezra pops up like a bat out of fuckin’ hell, hurling one his goddamn balloons our way. It flies in our direction at a rapid pace, smacking Johnny smack-dab in the mouth. The balloon pops, coating his face in semen that’s god knows how old.
Johnny wretches like he’s going to puke, and the pungent stench of Ezzy’s bleach-scented release spreads through the room. “What thefuckin’ fuck, Ez?” He uses the blanket to clean his face, smearing Ezzy’s cum across the fabric. Guess I’m washing a load today.
“You just got facialed!” Ezra shouts, holding a righteous fist of fury over his head as Johnny and I stare at him, baffled. His shoulders droop, and Johnny and I just stare at him like he’s stupid.
Johnny wipes a stray strand of semen away from his mouth. “I just got what?”
Ezra blushes. “Shut up.”
Johnny shakes his head, smirking. “Say it again.” He rises to his knees and hobbles toward Ezra, his back to me, putting his majestic ass right in front of my face. It takes all my strength to stop myself from shoving my tongue between his cheeks and eating my boy’s pussy like it’s a fuckin’ ribeye. “I just got what?”
Ezra swallowed. “Facialed. I thought it would be cute. A quirky little catchphrase. I figured it might be adorable enough to make me go viral.”
“And?”
“And I’m fairly confident I was incorrect,” he says, but Johnny puts a finger over his lips, silencing him. Well, except for that needy whine he just let out. “Johnny.” He sucks Johnny’s finger into his mouth.
“You were right,” Johnny whispers.
Ezra lets Johnny’s finger pop out. “About what?”
“Your catchphrase.” Johnny takes Ezra by the chin and holds him in place, their gazes locked. It ain’t like Ezzy was trying to look away, though, so it feels like this is mostly just for show, and despite what Hugh Jackman might say to the contrary, with Johnny’s ass right in front of me, this is the greatest show. “It was fuckin’ stupid.” Johnny rears back his arm and spanks Ezra’s bare ass, barking, “Bad boy,” at him. Ezra lunges forward, curling around Johnny, crying into his neck. He doesn’t sound like he’s hurting, just surprised. “That was a bad,bad fuckin’ boy. You can’t go around throwing cum at people, Little Dick. It ain’t right”
Ezra actually moans, and I’m guessing it’s because of Johnny’s cruel nickname for my boy. Well, his boy too, I guess. “Stop calling me that. It’s perfectly average.” It’s no louder or longer than a breath, but the words are enough to make Johnny cackle.
“For a chihuahua, maybe.”
And, as if this day couldn’t get any better, Ezra’s eyes roll back in his head, and he gives a solitary thrust against Johnny’s thigh, firing a load against Johnny’s hip.
