As I softly chuckle, he kisses the tip of my cock again, looking up through his lashes and winking at me. “I might be a ten, Daddy, but this cock has to be at least ten inches.”
“Are you jealous, Little Dick?” I ask, playfully slapping his lips with my cockhead. It was meant to be a joke, but there’s this raw look of truth in his eyes when he nods.
“A little,” he says, so low I can barely hear it. I don’t know if his size is something he struggles with. I mean, I know we joke about it, and I call him Little Dick because it feels right, but I have no idea if it’s something that keeps him up at night.
“Ez, are you—”
“It’s so much bigger than mine,” he whispers, slowly pumping my cock. He twists to the side, lifting a knee off the bed and arching his back far enough that I can see his little dick twitching against nothing. “See, sir?” I don’t know how to respond, because at first, he was acting like it stung to hear, but now, I’m pretty sure he’s getting off on it.
Thank God for Bubba, because he knows all the right things to say. He brings his lips to Ezra’s ear and says, “That’s because he’s got a real cock, little man.” Bubba kisses his neck. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re in your early twenties. You’ve still got time to grow into it.”
Ezra lets out a moan that earns us a shout of, “Shut the fuck up,” from Austin, who’s on the other side of the trailer, probably trying to get a little shut-eye.
“Aussie,” Ezra whines, licking the head of my cock. “I’m sucking Johnny’s cock.”
“Thank you for the play-by-play,” Austin hollers. “Dallas is fingering my ass right now, but you don’t hear me screaming about it.” He pauses, probably stopping to think of how stupid the statement is. “Well, I guess you do, but you know what I fucking mean.”
“Ezra,” Bubba says, his voice firm, but not unkind. “You’re getting sidetracked, baby.” His eyes meet mine. “Sit up, Johnny Boy. I want you to watch this.”
“Watch what?” Ezra asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer before scooting back, allowing me to rise. Once I’m upright, resting my back against the headboard, I peek past Ezra to find Bubba placing a hand on each of Ezra’s cheeks and spreading them open. Ezra is arching his back like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and Bubba’s staring at his hole with this feral, hungry look in his eyes. He inches closer and closer toward glory, and the second his beard touches Ezra’s crack, Ezra lets out this ungodly moan.
“Bubs,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “Please?”
“Such a sweet boy,” Bubba tells him, kissing the inside of his crack. “Why don’t you show Johnny how much you love him, baby?”
“Not love,” he whimpers, but there’s this glint in his eyes that makes me catch my breath. He looks up through his lashes, his expression determined. “I don’t love you.”
“Nah?”
He shakes his head. “Never ever. Not even in a million years.” His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking the head of my cock, earning him another drop of pre-cum to claim. He licks his lips as he stares at it. “Daddy McSnack.” He licks the head, cleaning it until his saliva replaces my pre-cum, drenching it. “You taste so good, Johnny.”
I cup his cheek as he suckles the tip. “Then taste me, Ez. See how much you can take.”
To the challenge, Ezra cocks an eyebrow, and a smirk curls in the corner of his mouth. “You don’t think I can?”
I arch an eyebrow of my own. “I think it’s finally time to put up or shut up, Little Dick. You talk a big game, baby.” I stroke my shaft, slapping the head against his mouth. “All the way. Down to the base.”I don’t know why this comes so easy with them. I’m still nervous as fuck about getting fucked in the ass, but this part? Trust and believe, I’ve got this part.
“Yes, sir. Gonna make you so proud. I promise,” he whispers, pressing a final kiss to the tip of my cock before his mouth widens, and he continues his oral assault on my dick, wasting no time as he bobs up and down my length, not gagging, not even once.
“Ah, fuck. Good boy, baby. Such a good fuckin’ boy.” As he sucks me, I slowly roll my hips, fucking my cock into his silky mouth, but it takes everything in me not to shove my dick down his throat until he’s gasping for air.
“That’s it, Johnny Boy,” Bubba encourages me. “Fuck our boy’s face.”
Ezra’s eyes lock with mine, and they look completely glazed over. Fuck. Did I do that to him? He’s only been sucking me for less than a minute. There’s no way he’s this blissed-out, this fast.
“Is that what you want, Ez? You want me to fuck your face?”
His moan around my cock is all the response I need, but the way his head dips up and down repeatedly drives the point home. Slowly, I roll my hips, feeding him more and more of my cock, slowly and steadily increasing the speed of my upward thrusts, getting him used to my length. The entire time he’s sucking me, he’s got his cock between two fingers, tugging frantically like our shared pleasure is the only thing left in the world.
As Ez sucks my cock with abandon, Bubba’s licking his hole, getting the pretty, pink pucker nice and wet.
“Are you gonna fuck him, Bubba? Are you gonna fuck our boy?” I ask. Bubba’s eyes darken, the blues getting smaller and smaller until they’re almost black. He rises on his knees and wedges his cock between Ezra’s cheeks, slowly grinding against his crack.
“Oh, he’s taking this dick. But it ain’t time for that yet,”
“It’s not?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “He’s going to get you ready for me, baby.” Bubba pats Ezra on the back, encouraging him to sit up. “Ain’t that right?” It seems like it’s going to take an act of God to get Ezra off my cock, because he’s sucking me even more desperately now, as if he’s worried he’ll never get the chance again. I run my fingers through his hair, comforting my boy.
