The question is stupid, and I have no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. Something tightens around my waist and chest, and I look back, surprised to find Ezra wrapped around me like a backpack. When the fuck did he climb onto my back? Why didn’t I notice it? It’s as if his presence is so familiar, he’s starting to feel like a second skin. Natural. He’s right where he belongs. Ezra’s got one hand on my chest, so I place mine on top and weave my fingers with his.
“This is Ezra. He’s my …” I glance at Ezra, trying to figure out how to explain what he means to me. What Bubba and him both mean to me. Pete won’t understand what being gay means, because I sure as shit didn’t when I first moved here, and I was top of my class back home. Pete rarely even showed up for class.
I look to Bubba for help, because he knows Pete. He knows my family, because he’s come home with me almost every single time I’ve gone back to visit.
Bubba opens his mouth to explain, but Pete just shakes his head. To all our surprise, my brother lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him. Next come the pants, and we’re all too shocked to say anything as they fall. Seconds later, his underwear are gone, too, and he’s bare-ass naked in front of us, looking proud of himself.
“Is this how they do it in the big city, Johnny?” Pete asks like he’s seeking approval. “Am I doing it right?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” I ask.
He points to my waist, and I suddenly realize why it’s so cool outside. I’m just as naked as Pete. Just as naked as Bubba and Ez. Ah, fuck. He’s going to think we’re a band of goddamn nudists or something.
“Holy mother of God,” Ezra whispers, and when I follow his line of sight, I realize he’s staring right at my little brother’s dick.
“Close those fuckin’ eyes,” I growl. “Close ‘em, and cover ‘em with your hands. Right fuckin’ now, Ezra.” His eyes widen, and I don’t miss the way his cock swells against my back. I swear to God, if he’s getting hard for Pete, I’ll grab my brother by the scruff of his neck and catapult him back to Arkansas my damn self. “Ah, Christ. Don’t look at it, baby.”
He blinks slowly, and a smile shoots across his face. “Are you jealous?”
I could lie. It would be easy. It would probably even be the wise thing to do, but I can’t lie to him. “Yeah, Little Dick. I’m fuckin’ jealous.” His mouth hangs open a few inches, and then he buries his face in my neck, shielding his eyes.
“Johnny,” he whimpers. “You really do like me, don’t you?”
“Do you even gotta fuckin’ ask, bro? Of course I like you. I’m pretty sure I more than like you.”
“Same. Well, you have my word. I’m not looking, and I won’t look again, I promise.” His lips press tenderly against my neck. “I more than like you, too.”
Fuck. Why does he have to feel so good against me? He holds onto me like he’s scared I’m going to slip away. As promised, my big, brave boy doesn’t look up at Pete again. Not once.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, baby,” I whisper to him, only to raise it seconds later when I glare at Pete, his cock still swinging in the wind. “Put your damn pants back on, Pete.” He doesn’t, though. He just stares up at our structurally unsound homestead.
“Nah. I don’t mind that you guys live in the buff. It actually feels pretty freeing,” he says as his dick dangles down, halfway to his knees. He points up at the trailer. “How the fuck did y’all get that up there?”
Bubba puts his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest like he’s superman. “With a crane, a welding torch, and a whole lot of gumption.” He nods proudly. “It’s my handiwork. Mine and my buddy Clint’s. He’s off on his own path now, but he’ll be back. I hope he will, at least.”
“Is that the guy with all the tattoos you brought with you the last time you guys came to visit?” Pete asks. Bubba nods, and it makes his cock sway back and forth like a tire swing. Pete’s eyes dart down, widening when he spots Bubba’s impressive size, and he’s got this confused expression on his face. He opens his mouth before closing it, but the damage is done, because right below his equator, Pete’s cock rises like that bird that comes up out of the ashes Bubba always mentions in his poetry. Pete looks down, noticing it, and shrugs. “Sorry, bro. I ain’t had a chance to jerk the gherkin in a few days, on account of thetrip. It took me a week to get here. It’s hard to find time to bust a load when your mom is attached to your hip.”
“It’s only a fourteen-hour trip,” I say, and then I pause, because huh? “Momma’s with you?”
Pete motions toward his truck, and when I look over, Momma’s sleeping face is pressed against the glass, each exhale creating a mist of fog against the window. My heart hammers in my chest, because even though I saw her a few months ago, I’m so fuckin’ happy to see her again.
Right now, she’s resting, and when my momma sleeps, wild hogs can’t wake her ass up, so I ain’t too worried about her opening her eyes to find four naked men in the front yard. Still, I don’t want to risk it, so I shoot Bubba a look. He nods and rushes into the house, returning less than a minute later with four bath towels in his arms. I don’t know why the hell he didn’t wrap one around himself before coming back out. I mean, he’s got a big cock, so there’s always the chance he just wants to show it off, but this is Bubba, and who the hell knows what’s going on in his head half the time? I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. I know Austin is probably going to kick my ass if he sees I’m using his favorite pink flamingo towel, but fuck it, I ain’t leaving my cock out in front of my family.
“Seriously, Pete,” Bubba says. “How the fuck did y’all find us?”
“We weren’t looking for you. We just had the address,” Pete says.
“How did you get our address?” I ask, but Pete’s eyes keep darting toward our front door.
“I’ll explain everything, but can we go inside first? I’m freezing my balls off.” To prove his point, I guess, he lifts his slowly softening dick, showing us his balls. They’re scrunched up close to his body thanks to the frigid temperature outside. I’ve seen my brother’s sack enough times to know they usually hang a lot lower than they are right now.When you live on a farm with two brothers, you’re going to see a cock or two. It comes with the territory. A lot of stuff comes with the territory, like how Pete and my little bro Barrett used to wake each other up by smacking their cockheads on each other’s cheeks. Or how Barrett used to openly stroke himself in our bedroom, not giving a good-goddamn who walked in to find him that way.
Instead of waiting for an invitation, Pete walks past us, leaving his clothes discarded in the dirt driveway. Bubba bends over to pick them up, and his cheeks spread, showing off his hole, and all the soft, short blond hair growing down his crack. Fuck. Wanna put my mouth right on it. Wanna slide my tongue inside, like Ezra did with me. He smirks as he stands and walks toward me, pausing to give my newly hard cock a tug.
“Down boy,” Bubba whispers into my ear. “We’ve got company.”
“Is he gone yet?” Ez asks, still pressing his face into the crook of my neck, slowly grinding his little cock against my back.
“Not yet, baby,” I tell him, squeezing his hand. “But don’t worry. Pete’s good people. You’re going to love him.”
