Chapter 9 #4
“Go on, boy,” he tells me in this commanding tone I’ve never heard.
“Get in there. Bury your face right up against it. I showered before we left, so it’s nice and clean, just for you.
” I doubt Bubba knew I’d be making a guest appearance at the entrance of his hole ahead of time, but he still took the time to get himself squeaky clean for me.
Knowing Bubba, he probably gives it a good scrub every time he showers, but most straight guys don’t, and up until a few months ago, he considered himself straight.
Well, heteroflexible, whatever the fuck that means, but still. He ain’t gay. Not like Ez. Not like—
Fuck.
I swallow, trying to shake the thought. His hole is right in front of me, begging to be taken.
Demanding to be praised. From my side, Ezra places his hand on Bubba’s left cheek, then motions for me to do the same with his right.
Slowly, Ezra pulls his side, and I pull mine, parting Bubba’s crack like that weird guy in the Bible who split the sea.
I just wonder if the seafloor was as welcoming as Bubba’s valley, but who fuckin’ cares about some dead guy from thousands of years ago when I’ve got the Garden of Eden right in front of me?
Beneath a grove of furry blond hair, there’s a small, tight hole just begging to be licked.
Ezra’s hole is smoother, so I like how—if this thing between us works out—I’ve got a variety of holes to choose from.
It’s kind of like those variety packs of potato chips they sell in big boxes at the supermarket, only instead of tasting cool ranch or nacho cheese, I’ll be tasting a grown man’s asshole.
Two of them. I’ve never eaten an ass, so I’m a little worried about the flavor, but I want to taste it. I think I need to.
“Jesus,” Ezra says, staring at Bubba’s hole.
I look over at him and smirk when I see his hazy expression.
He’s just as lost as I am. Wanting to share this with him, I take him by the wrist and guide his hand to Bubba’s crack.
As Ez softly strokes his hole, I extend my tongue, swiping the tip across Bubba’s pucker.
To my surprise, he don’t taste like much at all.
Skin. A little sweat, maybe, but nothing nasty like I was expecting.
The texture, though. Holy fuck, that texture against my tongue is going to make me come in jeans.
Why the fuck am I still wearing jeans when both of them are completely naked?
Don’t care. The only thing that matters is tasting more of my best friend.
Knowing him in a way none of The Core Four ever have or ever will.
Just the thought of doing this with Ezra at my side felt like a nightmare up until recently, but now that he’s here, and I don’t think I would want it any other way.
He keeps tickling my cheek with the tip of his tongue, flickering back and forth between Bubba’s hole and my face.
I look up to find him with the same cheeky grin he grins when he throws a cum balloon at me, so I know he’s fucking with me on purpose. Two can play at that game.
I wait until his finger touches my cheek again before acting.
His body jolts as I wrap my hand around his wrist, holding it in place.
Our eyes lock, and I guide his finger to my mouth.
His jaw drops, but I don’t stop, pulling his hand closer and closer until the tip is on my tongue.
He tastes like Bubba—skin and sweat and Old Spice bodywash—and his eyes bulge when I swallow him down to the knuckle.
Slowly, I suck him in like a stubborn milkshake, too thick to make it through the straw.
Once I’ve got his entire finger in my mouth, I pull back, only to dive back down like I’m sucking his little cock.
I really want to suck his little cock.
I shell my tongue around the tip, wanting him to see that I’m just as capable as Bubba when it comes to giving him pleasure. Part of me wishes he’d just pull his finger out and replace it with his dick, but that’s not what he does.
Ezra gently rubs my bald head, moving in circles like he’s scared of leaving a single inch untouched.
“I love playing with your head like this.” When I tilt my head down to give him more access, he places trails of gentle kisses up and down my scalp.
The moment is more than I could have hoped for, because the way he’s kissing me feels like he thinks I’m beautiful because of my flaws, not in spite of them.
I ain’t turned a whole lot of women’s heads because of the bald thing, I’m assuming, but going off the way Ezra’s treating my scalp like a fragile flower makes me think maybe I’ve finally turned his.
I pull off his finger and release the grip I’ve got on his wrist, letting our palms touch, fingers weaving perfectly together. I’m holding his hand. I’m holding Ezra’s hand and the world hasn’t ended.
“Hey, Ez,” I whisper.
He leans a little lower and kisses me softly on the cheek. “Hey, Johnny.”
“Will you help me? I don’t know what to do with his hole, but I want to do something.”
“You’re doing just fine by yourself.”
“I’d rather not have to do it alone. I like sharing this with—well, you know.”
“With me? You like doing this with me?” Ezra’s cheeks flush scarlet, but he doesn’t look away. He stares me dead in the eyes like a good fuckin’ boy. “I like doing this with you too.”
And now my cheeks are just as dark as his. His hand tightens around mine as he nods, and then we’re in motion, each of us pulling a cheek to the side with our hand, exposing Bubba’s entire crack. Ezra takes the left cheek and I take the right, matching each of his kisses one by one.
Eventually, I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in Bubba’s ass, devouring him like a Christmas ham.
“Fuck,” Bubba groans. “That’s it boys. You’re making Daddy feel so fucking good.”
His praise feels like an explosion, sending me into a manic state. I lick and kiss until his crack is drenched, and then I lick some more.
My tongue tangles with something, and Ezra moans obscenely in the background. I twist my tongue around it, sucking something soft, warm, and so fuckin’ wet it could probably water a houseplant.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Bubba rasps. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Oh, God. I’m gonna come, boys. I’m so fuckin’ close. Keep doing that. Suck his tongue, Ezzy.”
My eyes shoot open, and Ezra’s right in front of me, our mouths locked in the deepest kiss of my life. I don’t stop him, either, I just pour as much passion into the kiss as I can, and as his tongue twirls against mine, he places a hand on the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I manage to say between kisses, and the whine he lets out makes Bubba growl, sounding fucking starving.
Ezra’s hands are on the button of my jeans, fumbling with it as he tries to free my cock. He’s going to touch me. He’s going to play with my dick.
“Johnny,” he whines, all cracked and broken like a needy, desperate slut. Our slut. Mine and Bubba’s.
“Fuck, Ez.” I kiss him deeper, releasing the hold I’ve got on Bubba’s ass so I can help Ezra free my dick from its confines. Once I free it, Ezra backs out of the kiss and stares down, eyes bulging as he stares at my cock.
“It’s so big,” he whispers, reaching down to touch the head.
His fingers curl around it as he stares, amazed, his hand slowly stroking down, then up.
“Jesus, Johnny.” To my shock, horror, and goddamn amazement, he shifts on his knees and sits down on the carpet.
He’s a few inches lower than when he was on his knees, and he gives me a nervous glance as his grip tightens around my dick.
“Tell me if this is too much. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. ”
“If what is too much?”
As he leans in closer, my jaw hits the floor, because I’m pretty sure Ezra’s about to—
“Holy shit,” Bubba says. “He’s going to suck your dick.”
Surely he wouldn’t. Surely he couldn’t. We might not hate each other anymore, but this still feels like a big step.
I shouldn’t want him this way. He stole Bubba from me.
He cuddles next to him as he sleeps. His mouth was around the cock of the man I love.
Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? It’s what it’s always been.
I love Bubba Jenkins with my whole fuckin’ heart, and even though I should be seeing red, all I see is Ezra’s head slowly inching forward.
I don’t hate Ezra. I don’t think I could ever truly hate him. Not anymore. Maybe not even before.
The second his lips touch my cock, I’m a fuckin’ goner.
“Oh, Fuck. Ez,” I moan. “Jesus Christ, baby.” The way he whimpers around my dick when I call him baby is nearly enough to send me over.
I only just got his lips around me, and I’m ready to blow.
I’m not ready. I don’t want to come yet.
I yank my dick out of his mouth, my heart racing as I take a step back.
I want the focus off me, because I think I’m about to fuckin’ come, and I don’t want them to see it.
I don’t want them to know I’m a one-pump chump.
They’re both staring at me expectantly, but they’re expecting too much.
I can’t even speak, much less explain myself.
What I just experienced was like an awakening. Like a goddamn revelation.
“Johnny,” Ez says, and he’s looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. He holds his hand out for me, and I want to take it. I’ve never wanted anything more, because this special place we’ve created is my new favorite place in the world.
“Ez,” I whisper. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last. I’m sorry, I—”