Ezra’s eyes widen, like he’s just been taken by surprise. “Fuck. Johnny, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you.”
My eyes roll back in my head, and I come, painting Ezra’s chest. His lips crash down on mine, kissing me even harder than before. His cock swells a final time, and he comes to a stop, shoving his tongue halfway down my throat as his warmth spreads inside me. Oh, God, he’s breeding me. He’s shooting inside me right now. I pour everything I’ve got into the kiss, because I need him to know how much this means to me. There’s the sound of wet friction coming from my side, and when I dart my eyes, I spot Bubba kneeling over us. His hand is wedged between us, unable to stroke me, but refusing to let go. He’s got his other hand around his cock, stroking it.
“I love you, boys,” he says.
Ezra breaks the kiss, looking blissed out of his fuckin’ mind as he stares at Bubba. “Daddy.”
Bubba nods, stroking faster. “Daddy’s here, and he’s so fuckin’ proud of you both. I think I’m about to come. Are y’all ready?”
Wanting to return the favor he just gave me, I don’t speak, just act, opening my mouth and taking him in.
Fuck. He tastes incredible. Sweat and soap battle for dominance, but the subtle taste of skin is the dominant flavor. His cock is at least nine inches, so I ain’t able to get a whole lot in, and he must notice I’m struggling, and he does what he’s always done. He takes care of his boy.
“Just suck on the head, baby,” he whispers. “Don’t worry about taking a lot. It’s a big dick.” Glancing at Ezra, he darts his eyes back down to his cock, raising an eyebrow. “It ain’t gonna stroke itself.”
Ez lets out a needy, possessive whimper. “Johnny, brace yourself, I’m going to slip out.”
My eyes bulge, and I pull off Bubba’s cock. “No! Little Dick, wait. What if there’s an accident? You fucked me really hard. I don’t want—”
“Johnny,” Bubba says. I look up at him. “Eyes on me. Ezra, go ahead.” As Ezra slowly inches out, Bubba gives me his Daddy smile. The one that puts me at ease in seconds flat.
“Clean as a whistle,” Ezra says before hobbling over and kneeling behind Bubba, Ezra curls his fingers around the shaft and pumps.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Both of you.”
“Always,” Bubba says.
“Gonna feed you his load, Johnny,” Ezra says. “Get ready.”
The second my lips are around him, Bubba quickly approaches the edge.
“Ah, fuck, baby,” Bubba moans. “Fuck, Ezzy. Johnny. I’m close. You’re gonna make—” He doesn’t finish his statement, but he doesn’t have to, because as soon as his voice falls quiet, he explodes, busting inside my mouth. I let it fill completely before even attempting to swallow him down, because his flavor is out of this world. It’s strong. Potent. The way a man’s load ought to taste.
I swallow every fuckin’ drop he has to give, and I swallow it gladly. Hungrily.
“I love you,” I say, thinking the load filling my mouth might muffle the words like it did with Ezra, but Bubba knows me like the back of his hand. He knows me in a way no one else ever has.
“I love you, too, Johnny Boy,” he says, his cheeks flushed red as he shoots the last of his cum into my mouth. “So much I can’t fuckin’ see straight sometimes.” He leaves his cockhead there for a while, allowing me to suck it like a pacifier, my emotional admission slipping away, out of sight, out of mind.
“What we said earlier,” Ezra says. “When we agreed to allow ourselves to fall for one another.” I swallow, but there’s ain’t nothing in my mouth to swallow. He’s expecting an answer I’m too scared to give. I think he wants to hear it, though. More than that, I think he needs to hear it.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Did you mean it?”
“Did you?”
I open my mouth to tell him, but there’s a loud bang on the front door.
Bubba stands and pulls on a pair of boxer shorts, then walks to the window and pulls back the curtain, peeking outside. From this angle, all I can see is the side of his face, but it’s enough to tell me whoever’s on the other side of the door isn’t someone he’d expect to come knocking this late at night.
“Bubs?” Ez says, taking a seat beside me, softly rubbing my stomach, combing his fingers through my fur. He’s doing it absentmindedly, but the fact it’s where his hand gravitates is enough to make my heart swell.
“It’s—”
“Wait!” Ezra shouts, cutting Bubba off. He holds his hand in the air like he’s asking for a moment. His eyes close, but I can tell they’re moving left to right behind the lids, like he’s reading a book really fast. I guess Barbara must be talking to him again. I don’t know much about her, but if she’s real, I don’t think I’m okay with her barging in whileI’ve got my cock out. She could be doing fuck knows what to herself as she watches.
“Well, that means absolutely nothing to me, Babs,” Ezra says to her, sounding a little annoyed. “Yes, I’m perfectly aware you have a stellar track record. I’m not arguing that. I’m just saying, I don’t know what the 1990’s hit children’s show,Pete & Pete, has to do with anything. Is that little ginger bastard with the freckles waiting on our doorstep? Because, honest to God, Barb, I’ll drop his ass. I just topped a man. I’m essentially masc4masc now. I’ll beat him up real good.”
