“Jerk me off. I want your hands on me. I want you to be the one to make it happen.”
His pupils blow wide, and his tongue trails across his lips, getting them nice and wet. “You want me to make you come?”
“I need it to be you. You have to be part of this. I can’t do it without you.” I take another breath, and before I can let it out, his hand curls around my cock, stroking up, then down, resting at the base.
“I’ll give you anything you need. All you ever have to do is ask.” He strokes a little faster, fist clenching tighter each time he
“Oh, fuck. Bubba. Yes. More.” I’m writhing around like a fuckin’ whore for Ezra, desperate for release, completely at Bubba’s mercy. “Please?”
“Are you close, Johnny Boy?” he asks, pumping me slowly. “Do you want me to make you come? That’s it, baby. Get that nut. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. You’re taking our boy so well.”
I whine, this high-pitched sound, desperate and broken. My hips are thrusting a mile a minute, fucking my cock into his fist, in and out, the sound of slick pre-cum on skin leaving no question what we’re doing to anyone who overhears.
Ezra’s lips are everywhere, all at once. My forehead. My cheek. A nipple here, a nipple there. Each kiss lasts longer than before, and oncehe’s done, he stares down at me, thrusting. “Mine. Fucking say it, Johnny.”
I nod, because fuck yeah, I’m his. “Yours! I promise. Always.” Bubba’s grip tightens, and he interrupts our kiss, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to see it. I want to watch them suck the life out of each other until they’re running on nothing but cum and testosterone.
They’re so fuckin’ sexy together.
Ah, shit. It’s happening. My balls draw closer to my body, and I whisper the only word I can.
“Close.”
They break the kiss, jerking their heads down to look at me. Having them watch me this way, my cock twitching left and right, is the single greatest sexual moment of my life.
Leave it to Bubba to make things even better.
God. When his mouth engulfs my cock, taking me right down to the fuckin’ base, it feels like the world stopped spinning. I’ve got Ezra taking me from behind, and my best friend in the world swallowing me down like it’s what he was put here to do.
“I’m gonna come. Bubba. If you don’t want me to—”
Ezra puts his hand over my mouth. “Baby, this is the part where you come in his mouth.”
Bubba gives me an approving thumbs up.
“Oh, God!” His commanding tone is enough to send me over. The way Bubba flicks his tongue against the slit don’t hurt much, neither. With a roar, I come, filling my best friend’s mouth as he stares up at me with the most appreciative eyes I’ve ever seen, like this is something he’s been desperate for. How long has he wanted this? How long has he needed my load to survive? He’ll never go without again. Ezra starts fucking me faster, his mouth hanging open, eyes glazed over. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”
He breathes right into my face. “My name is Ezra, actually, but you can call me Little Dick.”
“Ah, fuck!” I just keep on coming, and Bubba swallows every drop, caressing my balls like my pleasure is the only thing that matters in the world. I love him so fucking much.
Bubba pulls off just in time, because Ezra collapses, fucking me like he’s feral for it, exhausted, but needing that nut.
“Topping is hard,” he sobs. “I’m so fucking close, but my thighs—”
“I’ve got this,” Bubba says, and then he moves behind Ezra. He crouches down, holding Ezra to his chest, lifts our little man by the back of the thighs until he’s sitting in Bubba’s arms, and stares down at me. “I’m going to fuck him into you, Johnny Boy. I’m going to make him come.We’regoing to make him come. Together.”
Ezra looks up at Bubba with tears in his eyes, looking like he’s teetering into gooner territory. “Daddies.”
“Daddies,” we agree.
Bubba fucks Ezra into me at the perfect rhythm, like he’s fine-tuned to the needs of my hole. I never knew I could like this so much. I never knew it could feel this right. The thrusts come even faster, and somehow, through sheer will and determination—and maybe a little divine intervention—it feels like he swells in size. He’s stretching me wider, making me cry out louder, holding him by the shoulders and pulling him down to me, sobbing into his neck, because I’ve never felt anything this intense.
“I want this.” Ezra kisses me deeply, and I reach down to caress his balls. His sack is so fuckin’ close to his taint. It’s drawing right up. “I want to fall in love with you.” There’s this urgent look on his face like he knows if he don’t say whatever he wants to say right here, right now, he’ll never get it out. “Fall for me. Please, Johnny? I will if you will.”
My heart slams even faster. “Deal.” My insides go supernova. It’s like every atom in me is rushing downward, pooling in my gut as sparks shoot up my spine. I open my eyes to look at him, and when he quietly gasps for air, I gasp. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming again!”
“Holy shit,” Bubba shouts, slamming Ezra in and out of me. “That’s my boy!”
