“Ez? Baby?”
He looks up at me with hooded eyes before reluctantly pulling away from my cock, his mouth making a smacking sound. His lips are coated in saliva and my pre-cum, making them nice and wet for me. “Yeah?”
“Bubba asked you a question.”
He stares at Bubba, confused. “Huh?”
Bubba guides Ezra up until they’re kneeling beside each other. “Ezzy, do you want to get Johnny ready?”
Ezra stares down at me, and there’s this conflicting feeling on his face. “Can I go first?”
My eyes practically bulge out of my head. “You want to—” Whatever I’m planning on saying dies on my lips, and my body works on its own, my arms pulling my legs to my chest. I didn’t plan on doing it, but now that it’s happened, I can’t stop myself from showing him more. He’s seen it before, and I miss the look of sheer admiration on his face. Gripping my thighs to hold them up, I wiggle, trying to scoot down and pry my cheeks apart on the mattress. I squirm for a second before I feel cool air hit my hole, and Ezra lets out this raw, primal growl.
I know I shouldn’t stereotype, but Ezra’s probably the gayest man I’ve ever met. He could put that guy from The Birdcage to shame withhis sassy, swishy movements, and a voice that’s light as air. But now? Now he sounds like a fuckin’ man. A real man. All man.
My man.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Bubba whispers against his ear. His lips kiss up and down Ezra’s jaw as Ez melts like chocolate in the sun. “It’s instinct, baby. Your cock knows where it belongs.” Bubba’s cock is in his right hand, and he uses his left hand to take Ezra between his fingers. He stares down at the monster between his legs, harder than I’ve ever seen it, dripping from the tip. “You see this cock? This ain’t a starter dick, Johnny Boy.” He looks down at Ezra’s little leaking cock, then back at me. “We need to start you off small before you’re ready to take the real thing.” The words hit Ezra’s shame kink like a hammer to a gong, and the pleasured moan he lets out puts the biggest smile on Bubba’s face. Bubba don’t indulge Ezra’s humiliation fetish very often, and he’s never been as direct about it as he is now. It’s like throwing fuel on a fire. Or, I guess, more appropriately, like tossing fuel on a flamer. Bubba kisses his neck and drags a finger up his crack, probably playing with his hole. “But this? This is the definition of ‘starter dick.’”
“Oh, God,” Ezra moans in that same deep voice. His eyes close, and when they open again, his pupils are blown wide and wild. Surprising Bubba and myself, he pushes Bubba’s hand away and replaces it with his own, stroking himself as he inches closer on his knees. “You see this cock, Daddy?”
I swallow. “Yeah. I see it.”
“You’re taking it. Every fucking inch, Jonathan.” His hand works faster, gliding up and down his length.
“All four of them?” The words are like powder keg going off, and Ezra falls forward, burying his face between my cheeks, shoving histongue back inside me where it belongs. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, Ez. Fuck, baby, just like that.”
He works my hole for a while before introducing a finger to the mix, using it to replace his tongue. Before I can catch my breath from the sudden intrusion, his lips slam on mine, and his tongue enters my mouth. Part of me wants to recoil, worried I’ll taste myself on him, but the longer it lasts, I realize how well my prepping went, because all I taste is him. He uses his free hand to rub my bald head, whimpering into my mouth.
“Love this,” he whispers, gently stroking my temple with his thumb. “I love touching your head like this.” His lips trail up my jawline, coming to a stop by my ear. “You know I don’t mean it when I make fun of you for being bald, right? I don’t think it’s ugly. I promise.” He pulls back and stares me in the eyes. “You’re exquisite.”
I have to clear my throat so it won’t crack when I ask, “I am?”
“Oh, Johnny.” He guides my hand to his hard, throbbing cock. The moment I touch him, a long stream of pre-cum pours out, getting my hand nice and wet for him. Another finger slips inside me, and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. It takes a second for me to get used to the feeling of fullness, but it doesn’t hurt. I’m not aching to get him out of me. I like him here. I like knowing he’s inside me, because when he’s inside me, it’s almost like we’ve merged. Two hearts, beating for each other, and beating for Bubba.
“Are you ready for another finger?” he asks, kissing my forehead.
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Good Daddy.” The praise makes my cock twitch, and the corner of his lips curl into a smile as he witnesses the effect he has on me. Slowly, a third finger enters the mix, meeting with resistance as he tries to push past the rim. “Bear down. It’ll make it easier.”
I shake my head, because I ain’t doing that. “But what if—”
He cups my cheek with his free hand. “You’re all cleaned out, Johnny. It’s normal to be scared, but I promise, it’s all in your head.” Bubba reaches around Ez and squeezes my shoulder.
“Look at me, Johnny Boy,” Bubba says, and when I do, he’s got the same assuring expression as Ezra. “If an accident happens, it happens. This room is a safe place. I don’t want any of us to feel worried or scared about embarrassing ourselves here.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts,” he interrupts. “If it happens, it’s not the end of the world, so I want you to stop catastrophizing in your head. You’re okay. We’re all okay.”
I look over at Ez. “You would never look at me the same again. I know you, Ez.”
His lips purse, and he scrunches his nose like he’s disgusted. “That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Nothing is going to make me look at you differently. For God’s sake, I once vomited vodka on a man’s lap while I was going down on him. I know accidents happen. Bubba’s right. If it happens, it happens, but it’s not going to change how I feel.” He kisses my cheek. “So bear down for me, okay? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
“Okay,” I finally say, and then I do what Ezra asked me to. I close my eyes, and I bear down. His finger slips inside, and the fullness stretches even widen. “Oh, God. Fuck, Ez.”
“I know,” he says, peppering kisses across my face. “I know, baby. Just breathe for me. Good. Just like that.” A few more kisses, and then his fingers retreat, and I’m left with an overwhelming sense of dread at the prospect of losing this moment. I don’t want him out of me. I want him to stay right here, always.
