I grip his wrist with a weight I can only hope won’t hurt him. “Don’t take them out.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I have no intention of taking them out.” Slowly, he sinks his fingers back in, only stopping when he reaches the knuckles. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I know,” I say, because I’m sure I probably am. I ain’t done anything with my hole before, so it should be nice and tight, just for them. Wanting to drive the fact home, I clench around him, watching as his eyes widen.
“Fuck.”
“I think I’m ready, Ez.” Rocking back and forth, I fuck myself on his fingers, writhing around, looking like a fuckin’ whore, probably. “I need you, Little Dick. I need you in me.”
His hands slip from my ass, and he reaches for the condom, hesitating for a second as he stares down at it. His eyes narrow into slits as he turns and glares at Bubba. “Are you fucking serious, Bubs?”
“The fuck did I do?”
Ezra waves the condom in his face. “Did you have to buy them in jumbo size?” He rips the packet open and unrolls it on his finger until it’s fully extended, dangling from his hand as Ezra stares at it in horror. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? Do you expect me to use it as a goddamn hot air balloon?”
“I love your balloons, Ez,” I admit. “I know I act like it’s fuckin’ sick, because it is, but it’s also really fuckin’ hot.”
He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Not the time, not the place.” The corner of his lips curl up. “But I love to see my load on your face.”
“I’ve always thought of Mariah Carey as an underrated poet,” Bubba says, nodding at Ezra’s rhyme. He stares at the condom and shrugs. “They’re actually two sizes smaller than the ones I use. Those are in the drawer.” He licks his lips as he stares down at Ezra’s cock. “It’s thesmallest one I could find. They don’t make them smaller than that, baby.”
Ezra’s cheeks darken. “That’s clearly a lie. It literally says XL on the package.”
Bubba nods. “Extra Lean. Because your dick ain’t just short, it’s skinny too.”
His mouth hangs open in outrage. “You can’t, I mean, you shouldn’t— What the fuck, Bubs? You can’t say shit like that.”
Wanting to be part of this, I cup Ezra’s cock and balls with my hand. “He’s only saying what we’re all thinking.”
He jerks his head in my direction. “Et tu, motherfucker?”
I fondle him gently so he knows I’m only teasing. He feels so fuckin’ good in my hand. Soft and smooth like silk. Swallowing, I ask, “Do we need a condom?”
His anger fades like heartburn after guzzling a gallon of Alka Seltzer infused water. “You want me to fuck you bare?”
I shrug. It don’t make much difference to me. I trust them both. “Fuck it. Yolo.”
Ezra blinks at me. “No, Johnny. No, we don’t say yolo. This isn’t 2012.”
“How old were you in 2012?”
“That’s really none of your goddamn business, is it? Stop derailing the conversation. Am I going to fuck you raw, or do I need a condom?”
“You’re negative?”
He nods. “As I’ve said—multiple times—I haven’t had proper sex in ages. I’m pretty sure it’s healed over at this point. Negative all around.”
“Bubba?”
Bubba looks just as apprehensive as I do. I know I ain’t got anything I could give to them, and Bubba knows he don’t either, but it’s still scary, because the last thing I’d ever want to do is give them something.
“You’re sure, Ezzy?” Bubba asks, and Ezra nods in response.
Ez bites his bottom lip, mulling over his options. I guess there ain’t too much to contemplate, because it doesn’t take him long to shrug and look away noncommittally. “We’ve all been tested. None of us have had sex in ages. I trust you both.”
Bubba nods. “Go on, Ezzy.” He’s kneeling on the bed, just behind Ez, one hand rubbing slow circles against Ezra’s chest, the other slowly stroking our boy.
“You’re all lubed up, Daddy,” Ez says. “Did you do that for us?”
