Chapter 15 #5
“Oh, Johnny.” He guides my hand to his hard, throbbing cock.
The moment I touch him, a long stream of pre-cum pours out, getting my hand nice and wet for him.
Another finger slips inside me, and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.
It takes a second for me to get used to the feeling of fullness, but it doesn’t hurt.
I’m not aching to get him out of me. I like him here.
I like knowing he’s inside me, because when he’s inside me, it’s almost like we’ve merged.
Two hearts, beating for each other, and beating for Bubba.
“Are you ready for another finger?” he asks, kissing my forehead.
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Good Daddy.” The praise makes my cock twitch, and the corner of his lips curl into a smile as he witnesses the effect he has on me. Slowly, a third finger enters the mix, meeting with resistance as he tries to push past the rim. “Bear down. It’ll make it easier.”
I shake my head, because I ain’t doing that. “But what if—”
He cups my cheek with his free hand. “You’re all cleaned out, Johnny. It’s normal to be scared, but I promise, it’s all in your head.” Bubba reaches around Ez and squeezes my shoulder.
“Look at me, Johnny Boy,” Bubba says, and when I do, he’s got the same assuring expression as Ezra. “If an accident happens, it happens. This room is a safe place. I don’t want any of us to feel worried or scared about embarrassing ourselves here.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts,” he interrupts. “If it happens, it’s not the end of the world, so I want you to stop catastrophizing in your head. You’re okay. We’re all okay.”
I look over at Ez. “You would never look at me the same again. I know you, Ez.”
His lips purse, and he scrunches his nose like he’s disgusted.
“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Nothing is going to make me look at you differently.
For God’s sake, I once vomited vodka on a man’s lap while I was going down on him.
I know accidents happen. Bubba’s right. If it happens, it happens, but it’s not going to change how I feel.
” He kisses my cheek. “So bear down for me, okay? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
“Okay,” I finally say, and then I do what Ezra asked me to. I close my eyes, and I bear down. His finger slips inside, and the fullness stretches even widen. “Oh, God. Fuck, Ez.”
“I know,” he says, peppering kisses across my face.
“I know, baby. Just breathe for me. Good. Just like that.” A few more kisses, and then his fingers retreat, and I’m left with an overwhelming sense of dread at the prospect of losing this moment.
I don’t want him out of me. I want him to stay right here, always.
I grip his wrist with a weight I can only hope won’t hurt him. “Don’t take them out.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I have no intention of taking them out.” Slowly, he sinks his fingers back in, only stopping when he reaches the knuckles. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I know,” I say, because I’m sure I probably am. I ain’t done anything with my hole before, so it should be nice and tight, just for them. Wanting to drive the fact home, I clench around him, watching as his eyes widen.
“Fuck.”
“I think I’m ready, Ez.” Rocking back and forth, I fuck myself on his fingers, writhing around, looking like a fuckin’ whore, probably. “I need you, Little Dick. I need you in me.”
His hands slip from my ass, and he reaches for the condom, hesitating for a second as he stares down at it. His eyes narrow into slits as he turns and glares at Bubba. “Are you fucking serious, Bubs?”
“The fuck did I do?”
Ezra waves the condom in his face. “Did you have to buy them in jumbo size?” He rips the packet open and unrolls it on his finger until it’s fully extended, dangling from his hand as Ezra stares at it in horror.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? Do you expect me to use it as a goddamn hot air balloon?”
“I love your balloons, Ez,” I admit. “I know I act like it’s fuckin’ sick, because it is, but it’s also really fuckin’ hot.”
He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Not the time, not the place.” The corner of his lips curl up. “But I love to see my load on your face.”
“I’ve always thought of Mariah Carey as an underrated poet,” Bubba says, nodding at Ezra’s rhyme.
He stares at the condom and shrugs. “They’re actually two sizes smaller than the ones I use.
Those are in the drawer.” He licks his lips as he stares down at Ezra’s cock.
“It’s the smallest one I could find. They don’t make them smaller than that, baby. ”
Ezra’s cheeks darken. “That’s clearly a lie. It literally says XL on the package.”
Bubba nods. “Extra Lean. Because your dick ain’t just short, it’s skinny too.”
His mouth hangs open in outrage. “You can’t, I mean, you shouldn’t— What the fuck, Bubs? You can’t say shit like that.”
Wanting to be part of this, I cup Ezra’s cock and balls with my hand. “He’s only saying what we’re all thinking.”
He jerks his head in my direction. “Et tu, motherfucker?”
I fondle him gently so he knows I’m only teasing. He feels so fuckin’ good in my hand. Soft and smooth like silk. Swallowing, I ask, “Do we need a condom?”
His anger fades like heartburn after guzzling a gallon of Alka Seltzer infused water. “You want me to fuck you bare?”
I shrug. It don’t make much difference to me. I trust them both. “Fuck it. Yolo.”
Ezra blinks at me. “No, Johnny. No, we don’t say yolo. This isn’t 2012.”
“How old were you in 2012?”
“That’s really none of your goddamn business, is it? Stop derailing the conversation. Am I going to fuck you raw, or do I need a condom?”
“You’re negative?”
He nods. “As I’ve said—multiple times—I haven’t had proper sex in ages. I’m pretty sure it’s healed over at this point. Negative all around.”
“Bubba?”
Bubba looks just as apprehensive as I do. I know I ain’t got anything I could give to them, and Bubba knows he don’t either, but it’s still scary, because the last thing I’d ever want to do is give them something.
“You’re sure, Ezzy?” Bubba asks, and Ezra nods in response.
Ez bites his bottom lip, mulling over his options. I guess there ain’t too much to contemplate, because it doesn’t take him long to shrug and look away noncommittally. “We’ve all been tested. None of us have had sex in ages. I trust you both.”
Bubba nods. “Go on, Ezzy.” He’s kneeling on the bed, just behind Ez, one hand rubbing slow circles against Ezra’s chest, the other slowly stroking our boy.
“You’re all lubed up, Daddy,” Ez says. “Did you do that for us?”
My cheeks burn a little warmer. “Yeah. There was a bottle in the medicine cabinet. I wanted to be ready for you.”
Ezra’s got this serious expression on his face like he’s hyping himself for the act. He does the same thing every time he gets on OnlyFans, psyching himself up to put on a show. Looking over his shoulder, he smiles up at Bubba.
“I’m going to go slow, Johnny,” Ez says, his voice soft and low. “If it hurts, tell me, and we can pause. If you change your mind, we can stop at any time.” Leaning lower, he kisses me sweetly on the lips, one hand cupping the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Here we go.”
He closes his eyes and rocks forward. The pressure is undeniable, but it ain’t too painful. It ain’t anything I can’t handle. He keeps pushing, inching in slowly but surely. I want more. I need more. Need him pressed against me, skin on skin.
“It’s okay. You can put it all the way in. I can handle it.”
He’s looking lost in pleasure, but the words take him out of the moment, and he narrows his eyes, glaring at me. “I am all the way in, you hateful fucking size queen.”
My eyes feel like they’re going to bulge out of my head, and I try to think of any words that can pull me out of the ditch I just dug myself into. “Ez, I didn’t—”
He winks at me. “I’m just joking.” Then, in a move that leaves me gasping for air, he drives the final few inches into me, his trimmed pubes feeling prickly against my cheeks.
The pressure is undeniable, but I don’t hate it.
It don’t feel too painful, there’s just an overwhelming sensation of fullness.
Fuck. If it feels this full with Ezra’s cock, I don’t know how the hell I’m ever going to take Bubba’s.
Ezra’s face is twisted up in pleasure as he rests, cock fully sheathed, chest rising and falling slowly and he whines and whimpers, gripping my hips with both hands like he’s scared I’m going to scramble away from him.
Never. Not now, not ever, because the longer he stays here, his cock twitching inside me, the more I like it.
“Baby, I need you to move. I’m ready.” I reach down and take my cock in my hand, stroking it, wanting to give my boy a show as he claims me. “You feel good, Ez.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m topping someone.” He smiles up at me, the disbelief just as clear in his eyes as it is in his voice. “Does this make me a masc-dom top?”
I snort a laugh. “Sure, Ez.” Slowly, he pulls out until only the head is still inside, and then he drives back in, making me let out this low, guttural moan, a sound I’ve never made in my life, and Ezra must like the way it sounds, because his cock swells even more than before.
He fucks me slowly, taking his time like he’s scared time’s going to run out, and we’ll never get to do this again.
It’s a little uncomfortable, but the longer he fucks me, the more my pain feels like pleasure.
Our eyes are locked, and my hands are over my head, holding onto the headboard as he increases his speed.
He’s like a fuckin’ animal this way, wild and unleashed, staring intensely into my eyes.
“I’m fucking you, Johnny.” His lips touch down on my skin, and he kisses his way up my jaw until he’s got my earlobe between his teeth, lightly tugging. “I own this hole now. It’s mine. Say it.”