“You don’t think you can do what?” I ask. Bubba points at something, and when I look over at the nightstand, my heart thunders in my chest.
The condom. The one Bubba is supposed to use. His meaning is crystal clear, and it leaves me speechless, because the thought of Little Dick’s little dick fucking in and out of me feels impossible. I thought Bubba was going to be the one to welcome me into the world of anal sex, and now that the spotlight has shifted to Ezra, my nerves calm a little. As much as I love Bubba, Ezra’s got a starter dick, and it won’t hurt as bad.
Ezra’s eyes are locked on the condom, leaving him looking paralyzed like that Medusa chick from the movie Ez likes to watch regularly, because he’s got a thing for Harry Hamlin. Now, he’s got a thing for Harry Hole.
“Do you wanna fuck me?” I breathe. It’s a voice I’ve never heard before, all low and seductive, and I’m pretty sure I sound like a goddamn whore to him. I curl my fist around my cock and give it a stroke. “Will you fuck me, Ez?”
“Johnny,” he whispers. “I’ve never—”
“I know,” I tell him, because he’s told me this before. “Look at me, baby.” I wait for him to look me in the eyes like a good boy. “This is new to me too. I’ve never been fucked in the ass, bro. Bubba neither. We’re all in the same boat here.” Releasing the hold I’ve got on my cock, I grab his hand and replace mine with his, guiding his movement to the speed I like best. It only takes a few pumps before he’s got it down to an artform. “Do you remember the last time we were all in a boat together?”
His little cock twitches again, and a bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip. “I sat on your lap and made you watch me jack off. Then you turned my skin orange, Daddy. I looked like a pumpkin.”
Hearing him call me Daddy always takes my breath away, and it’s no different this time. “You were the sexiest fuckin’ pumpkin I’ve ever seen. Do you know what I wanted to do to you out there?” He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. “I wanted to bend you over the side of the boat and fuck you raw.”
He swallows. “You did?”
“You bet your sweet fuckin’ ass he did,” Bubba says. “He busted four loads at work the next day. He usually just shoots a couple of times in the employee restroom, but you had his cock stuck on its hardest setting.”
“Ezzy on hard mode,” he says, giving me the most seductive set of bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen. “I’m like Grand Theft Auto, but better.”
“More like Fallout.”
Ezra opens his mouth to give me a sassy clapback, but pauses, then scowls at me. “Wait. You masturbate at work? And you don’t call to let me watch and/or listen? Fucking rude, Johnny.” He settles between my legs and rests my hard cock against his cheek. My dick is as long as his face. “Promise me. From here on out, you’ll call me. You’ll let me listen.” He nuzzles his face in my pubes and inhales like he’s trying to breathe me into him. “You’ll let me talk you through it. You’ll let me make you come. Every single load you shoot. From here on out, I want to be there for all of them.” He grips my chin with his hand, probably trying to look big and bad, but he just comes across as an unruly brat. “Never come unless I’m listening again. Do you understand me?”
“I promise,” I whisper, and he gives me this adorable, appreciative look, like I just promised to buy him a ring or something. “I want that. I want you to see me.”
“You mean it?” he asks, all innocent and sweet. “What if a man puts a gun up to your head and threatens to shoot you dead unless you bust a load on his knee, and I’m nowhere to be found?”
“Why his knee?” Bubba asks.
“I have no idea. I’ve never met the man. Answer the question, Johnny.”
“I’ll tell him to blow my fuckin’ brains out,” I swear.
“And if someone threatens to burn our beautiful home to the ground unless you unleash your beast of a penis and make it spit for their viewing pleasure?”
“I’ll light the fuckin’ match myself.”
“Just make sure to rescue us first. ‘Kay? I don’t care if you save Dallas or Austin. They’re big boys, they can fend for themselves.”
“You have my word,” I tell him.
“Now that’s a pretty sight,” Bubba says, positioning himself behind Ezra. Ezra rises from his kneeling position and looks over his shoulder at Bubba. When their lips meet, my cock throbs, almost painfully. I wrap my hand around it, slowly pumping as their mouths open, welcoming each other in. A few weeks ago, seeing them like this would’ve broken me. Now, all I see is unspoken love, shining in their eyes, reflected back at one another, and when they break the kiss and look down at me, the level of love shining in them amplifies. I feel it in the air. This overwhelming sense of completion, like they’ve each got pieces of my puzzled heart I never knew were missing.
“Fuck,” Ez whispers as he watches me stroke myself. Their cocks are rock hard, each leaking to the point they’ve got strings of pre-cum dangling down like icicles in winter. Ezra returns to his rightful place between my thighs, kissing the head of my cock, whimpering as pre-cum pours from the tip. I drag the head back and forth, spreading it all over his lips, wanting him to wear me like lip gloss.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty with my cum on your face,” I whisper. He licks his lips, and the sight of him drinking me down when he swallows has it feeling like static is pooling in the bottom of my gut. “Jesus, Ezra. I could come just from looking at you.”
“You probably could,” he agrees. “I mean, I’m a ten, babe. It comes with the territory.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, nodding harshly. “A goddamn ten. All day. Every day. Fuckin’ any day.” He slips his cockhead into my mouth. “Fuckin’ love it when you call me that, Ez.”
He suckles the tip, then pulls off. “Call you what?”
“Babe.”
“Well, I’ll have to say it more often, won’t I, babe?”
