Chapter 9 #2
“Boys?” Bubba’s got this indescribable expression on his face, somewhere between pride and desire.
He’s got his fingers wrapped around his cloth-covered shaft, slowly stroking himself through his jeans.
“I would ask if we’re still doing this, but I think that question might be redundant.
” He stares down at our cocks and smirks.
“I don’t know what that word means,” I admit.
Bubba chuckles softly. “It means you don’t need to answer, because the answer is crystal fuckin’ clear.”
“Oh.” Looking down at my erection, I nod.
“I know you said I don’t have to answer, but yeah.
I’m still up for it.” Swallowing, I glance over at Ezra.
“What about you?” It’s a dumb question, because he’s already got a fist around his dick, stroking himself as we watch.
I’ve seen him masturbate a million times, but these last few instances have felt different.
The very air around us is different than before, like it’s lighter and brighter than ever before.
Ezra nods. “Yeah. I want us to make Bubba feel good.” He bites his bottom lip, thrusting his hips forward, fucking his fist. He looks like he’s having a seizure, but somehow, Ezra can even make a seizure look sexy. “Y’know ... me and you.”
Christ. Him and me. Making Bubba feel good. Maybe even making Bubba come. Just the thought is enough to make my entire body shake. After a long pause spent trying to work out the logistics in my head, I finally ask, “What do we do? I ain’t never done this with a guy before.”
Ezra takes my hand. “I’ll teach you. I’ll show you everything you need to know.”
“You’d do that?”
He nibbles his bottom lip. “Yeah. I don’t mind.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” Bubba says, staring adoringly. “My boys are working together to please me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.”
“Not your boy,” Ezra teases. “You mean nothing to me. Don’t care if you cry about it. Don’t care if you live or die.”
Bubba snorts a laugh. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” Ezra counters, but there ain’t too much weight behind the words.
“Bubba?” I ask, and he looks over at me with a raised eyebrow. “What about me? Am I your boy?” I know there must be a neediness in my voice, but neither of them shame me for it.
“Oh, Johnny Boy,” he says, his voice smooth like silk. “You always have been. From the moment I saw you staring at that DVD cover, you’ve always been mine.” He moves a little closer and scratches my bald scalp lightly. “I love you, Johnny.”
“I love you, too,” I say, because I do. I haven’t said I’m in love with him, because this is all really new to me, but I’m pretty sure I am. I hope the message is clear enough for him.
Bubba points at the floor in front of him.
His eyes are on mine, and there’s a general air of dominance about him.
“On your knees,” he says to us, his voice commanding, leaving no room for either of us to object.
Despite his objection a few seconds ago, Ezra and I move forward, toward Bubba.
I’m the first to sink to my knees, and I offer Ez a hand to help him down.
He stares at it for a moment with a curious smile on his face.
When our hands connect, he laces our fingers like we’re a pair of sneakers.
If I lifted my knuckles a few inches, I could probably make bunny ears and everything.
The look on Ezra’s face makes it look like he’s staring straight at God or something.
Ezra’s cock is already leaking like a cracking dam, and judging by the look of pleasure etched across his face, I think it would only take a few more strikes to make his dam burst. I’m leaking too, but not as much as him.
I place my hand on Ezra’s wrist, stopping him from stroking himself. “Slow down,” I instruct him, and his hand stops moving immediately. “You’re going to come too fast.”
“I’m young, Johnny,” he whines, pleading with his eyes. “I’m not a senior citizen like you. Please let me come. My refractory period is basically nonexistent.”
“What is a factory period?” I ask.
“Did you just call us senior citizens?” Bubba asks.
“Refractory.” Ezra corrects. “It means I don’t need to wait too long before I can come again.” He glances at Bubba. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Don’t apologize to me, baby. I’m at peace with my age, and with where I stand in the circle of life.”
“It moves us all,” Ezra says, flashing a secret smile my way. I half expect him to quote the whole chorus like last time, but he just blushes and looks away. “I’m really sorry for calling you old, Johnny. I mean, you are, but I’m sorry for saying it.”
To my surprise, I snort a laugh. I love him like this. Sassy and full of bravado that ain’t been earned. “Whatever you say, Little Dick.”
The nickname is out before it registers, and once it does, his eyes bulge. “I knew it! I fucking knew you called me Little Dick!” His eyes narrow into slits. “I asked you if you said it, and you lied to me. How dare you?”
He’s going to start spiraling soon, and we can’t have that, so I distract him by squeezing his ass.
“You’re touching my butt,” he says, sounding a little breathless. “Why are you touching my butt?”
I hobble closer on my knees. “Because I fuckin’ felt like it.
” I don’t know where this burst of confidence came from, but Ezra seems to like it.
“You got a problem with that, Little Dick?” His eyes go half-lidded, and he rocks against me, his hard dick grinding against my thigh.
“Show me, Ez. Teach me how to make Bubba feel good.”
Reluctantly, he pulls away from the embrace and moves back to the bed and sinks to his knees.
I follow behind, kneeling at his side. Bubba’s dick is straining against his pants, cock twitching as Ezra unbuttons them.
The sight of Bubba like this, his red face and eyes narrowed in lust, makes my dick throb harder, and I reach down to palm the outline through my jeans.
Ezra pulls down Bubba’s boxers, and the head of his cock catches on his waistband, so when Ezra tugs again, his cock flies out, sending a stream of pre-cum flying, landing on Ezra’s lips.
Bubba’s cock slaps his stomach. Ezra licks his lips, dazed by the sight of Bubba’s cock, but I’ve seen his dick enough times that it ain’t as monumental a moment.
We’ve jacked off together before. I may not have seen him openly stroke his cock, since we were always covered up in bed when it happened, but it still happened.
It’s still a beautiful sight, but I ain’t as awestruck as Ezra, so while he just kneels there looking stupified, I reach for Bubba’s dick, pausing a few inches away.
“Can I touch it?” I ask. He places his hand on top of mine and guides it to his shaft, using his fingers to curl me around him.
“This cock belongs to you. To both of you. You never have to ask to touch it.” He doesn’t move my hand, just lets it rest there as he collects a pearl of pre-cum with his thumb.
Releasing the hold he’s got on me, he lifts his hand to my face, offering me his thumb.
“Ezra just got to taste me. Your turn, Johnny Boy.”
Parting my lips, I take his thumb into my mouth and suck. The flavor isn’t strong, but it’s unforgettable. Light and sweet with a little bit of salt, like sweat. I suck the finger like I’m sucking him dry, and when I look down, Ezra parts his lips as his mouth approaches Bubba’s cock.
“Watch me, Johnny,” Ezra pleads. “I want you to see me.”
I keep my eyes on Ezra, sucking Bubba’s thumb like that last little bead of pre-cum is the only taste of him I’ll ever get.
God, I hope that ain’t the case, because it tasted like something a four-star chef would make, all sweet and salty and earthy.
His tongue extends, and he licks the tip of Bubba’s cock.
As his tongue glides over his glans, another large bead of pre-cum seeps out, and Ezra collects it.
Ezra whimpers. Fuckin’ whimpers, starving for it.
Ah, fuck, I’ve known he likes Bubba, but he’s been fighting it so fuckin’ hard, and now he’s finally letting go, giving in to this thing between us.
I kiss his shoulder, because it’s what he fuckin’ deserves.
“Good boy,” I praise. “Fuck, Ez, you’re such a good boy.”
His entire body shakes, and he makes this feral, desperate sound, somewhere between a whine and a shriek. Turning to look at me, Ezra grins, stroking Bubba’s cock. “Rule number one of gay sex. Try to sound like a porn star so he thinks he’s God’s gift to the queer community.”
Bubba’s brows meet in the center of his forehead. He’s cute when he scowls. “You’re faking it?”
Ezra shakes his head and licks Bubba’s cockhead again. “No, that was just a general piece of advice.” He looks at me again. “Do you see the way I’m stroking him? You want to keep him stimulated when you’re not sucking him so he doesn’t go soft.”
“Trust me,” Bubba says with a chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about my dick going down.”
Ezra shrugs before taking the head of Bubba’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it like a Blow Pop for a few seconds before pulling back. “Erectile dysfunction is a problem a lot of men in your age group. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“And what age group is that?” Bubba asks, but Ezra just rolls his eyes.
“Eighty and over, I’d assume,” Ezra answers.
“Eigh-eighty? Eighty?” Bubba stutters. He pounds his chest with the side of his fist for emphasis. “I’m in the prime of my fuckin’ life.”