Chapter 6 #5
“A little over a year,” I say.
“And you?”
Johnny swallows. “About a year and a half. Not since Annie. When I left, I tried to—” He cuts himself off, sighing. “I tried so hard, but I couldn’t.”
“Tried what?” Ezra asks, but Johnny looks like a deer in headlights.
“Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it.
Will you look at me, Johnny?” Johnny looks up.
“Neither of you have gotten laid in over a year.” Ezra’s hand is pumping at an impossible speed, and though his dick is small, it’s motherfuckin’ mighty.
The head is red and swollen, and his precum is pouring out like a waterfall.
His little balls look soft and smooth, almost like they’re welcoming me to reach through the phone screen and give them a fondle.
I bet I could get his cock and balls in my mouth at the same time.
I dart my eyes to Ezra’s, and he’s giving me a wicked smirk. “Hey, Johnny?”
“Yeah?”
“If Bubba hasn’t had sex in over a year, I think he’s earned a hand job,” Ezra says, making Johnny’s eyes bulge. “I’d offer to do it myself, but God knows you and your unhinged fits of jealous rage. The last thing I want is to wake up dead because you caught me stroking Bubba’s cock.”
“So, you want …” Johnny trails off, dazed.
“I want you to stroke him,” Ezra repeats. “I want you to jerk him off.”
“Fuck,” Johnny whispers.
“We can’t do it here,” I tell them. “But maybe tonight?”
“Is that right, Johnny?” Ezra asks. He’s got this hungry look in his eyes that I don’t see too often, especially aimed at Johnny. “Are you going to take care of Bubba tonight?”
“I …” Johnny looks up at me with hooded, confused eyes. “Take care of you?”
“His cock,” Ezra says, his hand flying faster. “We’re going to take care of his cock.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, sliding a finger into his hole, making me and Johnny both gasp. “Me and you. Johnny, please?”
“We are?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I assure him. “But if you want to, you can.”
“I’m close,” Ezra whispers. “Fuck, Bubba, Johnny, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck,” Johnny says again.
“Johnny,” Ezra whines, his eyes slammed shut, his hips thrusting rapidly. “Please look at me.”
“I’m lookin’,” Johnny says, grinding even harder against my hand. “Fuck, Ez, I can see it. I can see you. You’re stroking your little cock.”
“Not little,” he whimpers, but then he shuts his eyes even tighter. His hand flies up and down his dick as he fingers himself. “Oh, God. Johnny. Baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” Johnny moans, and then warmth spreads across his lap, and his head falls back. My boys are coming. They’re busting together, and the sight of it sends me over. I grab Johnny’s hand and place it on top of my bulge. It only takes a single thrust before I’m spilling over in my underwear.
“Ah, fuck, I’m coming!”
The sound of my voice sends Ezra’s eyes shooting open and jaw hitting the floor.
With another thrust, his cock erupts again, sending after three shot into the air before splattering down on his chest. If I put any thought into this, I would have reminded him to grab one of his balloons, because every drop of cum counts when you’re trying to save enough to drench a grown man’s face.
I guess Ezra doesn't mind, though, because he frantically collects a palmful from his chest and licks at it like a drowning man at a watering hole. He’s making all these slutty noises that send my cock throbbing even harder than it already was.
I kind of wish Johnny would sink to his knees and swallow me whole, but I think that’s something we should save for when Ezra’s here.
I want us to experience this together, and I know if we did anything without Ezzy, he’d take it as me showing favoritism to Johnny.
“Good boy,” I say. “You made us come so hard, baby.”
Ezra blushes furiously. “Fuck off.” He glances over at Johnny, who is staring down at his wet lap in absolute disbelief.
“What the fuck did we just do?” he asks, but I think he’s talking to himself.
“Johnny?” Ezra leans closer to his screen, and when Johnny looks up, Ezzy smiles at him. Warmly. Kindly. Like he’s concerned about Johnny’s troubled headspace just as much as I am. “Are you okay?”
Johnny swallows. “I don’t know. I think so.”
“Do you regret it?”
Johnny shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I think I liked it.” Color darkens his cheeks. “Is it okay if I liked it?”
Ezra pauses, considering. There’s a storm brewing behind his eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down a few times before he finally nods. “Yeah. It’s okay. More than okay.”
“Okay.” His hands are shaking again, and when he looks at me, there’s a gentle smile settling in the corner of his mouth, but I can tell he’s still all torn-up inside. “Is it okay if I picture the meadow again? It was really peaceful there.”
“Yeah, baby,” I say, kissing his forehead. “Go back to your meadow.” Once Johnny’s eyes are closed again, he crinkles his nose and smiles wider, waving at what I’m assuming is the bunny again.
“He’s precious like this,” Ezra says, surprising me. Johnny doesn’t even flinch, so he must be distracted by the mental picture playing out in his head.
I smile at Johnny, because Ezzy is right. Johnny looks so damn precious this way. “I love him,” I tell Ezra.
“I don’t hate him,” Ezra admits. “I like picking on him, but I like him being around. I think I like the way he’s always getting in the way.” Ezzy looks away from Johnny and back at me. “Wake him up.”
“He ain’t sleeping.”
“He’s not present, and there’s something he needs to be present for.”
I roll my eyes and nudge Johnny’s shoulder. “Baby, can you leave the meadow for a minute? Ezzy has something to say.”
Johnny blinks his eyes a few times. “Huh?”
“Johnny?”
“Yeah, Ez?”
“Will you go on a date with Bubba and me tonight?”
Johnny’s eyes widen. “A date?”
My eyes must be just as big, because this is coming out of nowhere, but if my boy wants a date, I’m damn sure going to take him on one. The fact he’s including Johnny in the plan makes my heart race in the best way.
“I would love to take you both out.” Cupping Johnny’s cheek, I ask, “Would you go on a date with us?” He doesn’t answer, but he does nod.
“Ezzy, I want you to go pick out a real pretty outfit for me. Something you’ll feel confident in.
” I’ve almost got it all out, but it seems like I’m choking on my tongue as I try to tell him about the date I plan to take them on.
The first night of what I can only hope will be the rest of our lives.
“We’ll be home in an hour. I want you to get yourself all prettied up and wait for us. ”
“Okay,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you both soon.”