Chapter 15 #7
“Oh, God!” His commanding tone is enough to send me over.
The way Bubba flicks his tongue against the slit don’t hurt much, neither.
With a roar, I come, filling my best friend’s mouth as he stares up at me with the most appreciative eyes I’ve ever seen, like this is something he’s been desperate for.
How long has he wanted this? How long has he needed my load to survive?
He’ll never go without again. Ezra starts fucking me faster, his mouth hanging open, eyes glazed over. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”
He breathes right into my face. “My name is Ezra, actually, but you can call me Little Dick.”
“Ah, fuck!” I just keep on coming, and Bubba swallows every drop, caressing my balls like my pleasure is the only thing that matters in the world. I love him so fucking much.
Bubba pulls off just in time, because Ezra collapses, fucking me like he’s feral for it, exhausted, but needing that nut.
“Topping is hard,” he sobs. “I’m so fucking close, but my thighs—”
“I’ve got this,” Bubba says, and then he moves behind Ezra.
He crouches down, holding Ezra to his chest, lifts our little man by the back of the thighs until he’s sitting in Bubba’s arms, and stares down at me.
“I’m going to fuck him into you, Johnny Boy.
I’m going to make him come. We’re going to make him come. Together.”
Ezra looks up at Bubba with tears in his eyes, looking like he’s teetering into gooner territory. “Daddies.”
“Daddies,” we agree.
Bubba fucks Ezra into me at the perfect rhythm, like he’s fine-tuned to the needs of my hole.
I never knew I could like this so much. I never knew it could feel this right.
The thrusts come even faster, and somehow, through sheer will and determination—and maybe a little divine intervention—it feels like he swells in size.
He’s stretching me wider, making me cry out louder, holding him by the shoulders and pulling him down to me, sobbing into his neck, because I’ve never felt anything this intense.
“I want this.” Ezra kisses me deeply, and I reach down to caress his balls.
His sack is so fuckin’ close to his taint.
It’s drawing right up. “I want to fall in love with you.” There’s this urgent look on his face like he knows if he don’t say whatever he wants to say right here, right now, he’ll never get it out.
“Fall for me. Please, Johnny? I will if you will.”
My heart slams even faster. “Deal.” My insides go supernova. It’s like every atom in me is rushing downward, pooling in my gut as sparks shoot up my spine. I open my eyes to look at him, and when he quietly gasps for air, I gasp. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming again!”
“Holy shit,” Bubba shouts, slamming Ezra in and out of me. “That’s my boy!”
Ezra’s eyes widen, like he’s just been taken by surprise. “Fuck. Johnny, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you.”
My eyes roll back in my head, and I come, painting Ezra’s chest. His lips crash down on mine, kissing me even harder than before.
His cock swells a final time, and he comes to a stop, shoving his tongue halfway down my throat as his warmth spreads inside me.
Oh, God, he’s breeding me. He’s shooting inside me right now.
I pour everything I’ve got into the kiss, because I need him to know how much this means to me.
There’s the sound of wet friction coming from my side, and when I dart my eyes, I spot Bubba kneeling over us.
His hand is wedged between us, unable to stroke me, but refusing to let go.
He’s got his other hand around his cock, stroking it.
“I love you, boys,” he says.
Ezra breaks the kiss, looking blissed out of his fuckin’ mind as he stares at Bubba. “Daddy.”
Bubba nods, stroking faster. “Daddy’s here, and he’s so fuckin’ proud of you both. I think I’m about to come. Are y’all ready?”
Wanting to return the favor he just gave me, I don’t speak, just act, opening my mouth and taking him in.
Fuck. He tastes incredible. Sweat and soap battle for dominance, but the subtle taste of skin is the dominant flavor. His cock is at least nine inches, so I ain’t able to get a whole lot in, and he must notice I’m struggling, and he does what he’s always done. He takes care of his boy.
“Just suck on the head, baby,” he whispers. “Don’t worry about taking a lot. It’s a big dick.” Glancing at Ezra, he darts his eyes back down to his cock, raising an eyebrow. “It ain’t gonna stroke itself.”
Ez lets out a needy, possessive whimper. “Johnny, brace yourself, I’m going to slip out.”
My eyes bulge, and I pull off Bubba’s cock. “No! Little Dick, wait. What if there’s an accident? You fucked me really hard. I don’t want—”
“Johnny,” Bubba says. I look up at him. “Eyes on me. Ezra, go ahead.” As Ezra slowly inches out, Bubba gives me his Daddy smile. The one that puts me at ease in seconds flat.
“Clean as a whistle,” Ezra says before hobbling over and kneeling behind Bubba, Ezra curls his fingers around the shaft and pumps.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Both of you.”
“Always,” Bubba says.
“Gonna feed you his load, Johnny,” Ezra says. “Get ready.”
The second my lips are around him, Bubba quickly approaches the edge.
“Ah, fuck, baby,” Bubba moans. “Fuck, Ezzy. Johnny. I’m close.
You’re gonna make—” He doesn’t finish his statement, but he doesn’t have to, because as soon as his voice falls quiet, he explodes, busting inside my mouth.
I let it fill completely before even attempting to swallow him down, because his flavor is out of this world.
It’s strong. Potent. The way a man’s load ought to taste.
I swallow every fuckin’ drop he has to give, and I swallow it gladly. Hungrily.
“I love you,” I say, thinking the load filling my mouth might muffle the words like it did with Ezra, but Bubba knows me like the back of his hand. He knows me in a way no one else ever has.
“I love you, too, Johnny Boy,” he says, his cheeks flushed red as he shoots the last of his cum into my mouth.
“So much I can’t fuckin’ see straight sometimes.
” He leaves his cockhead there for a while, allowing me to suck it like a pacifier, my emotional admission slipping away, out of sight, out of mind.
“What we said earlier,” Ezra says. “When we agreed to allow ourselves to fall for one another.” I swallow, but there’s ain’t nothing in my mouth to swallow. He’s expecting an answer I’m too scared to give. I think he wants to hear it, though. More than that, I think he needs to hear it.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Did you mean it?”
“Did you?”
I open my mouth to tell him, but there’s a loud bang on the front door.
Bubba stands and pulls on a pair of boxer shorts, then walks to the window and pulls back the curtain, peeking outside.
From this angle, all I can see is the side of his face, but it’s enough to tell me whoever’s on the other side of the door isn’t someone he’d expect to come knocking this late at night.
“Bubs?” Ez says, taking a seat beside me, softly rubbing my stomach, combing his fingers through my fur. He’s doing it absentmindedly, but the fact it’s where his hand gravitates is enough to make my heart swell.
“It’s—”
“Wait!” Ezra shouts, cutting Bubba off. He holds his hand in the air like he’s asking for a moment.
His eyes close, but I can tell they’re moving left to right behind the lids, like he’s reading a book really fast. I guess Barbara must be talking to him again.
I don’t know much about her, but if she’s real, I don’t think I’m okay with her barging in while I’ve got my cock out.
She could be doing fuck knows what to herself as she watches.
“Well, that means absolutely nothing to me, Babs,” Ezra says to her, sounding a little annoyed.
“Yes, I’m perfectly aware you have a stellar track record.
I’m not arguing that. I’m just saying, I don’t know what the 1990’s hit children’s show, Pete & Pete, has to do with anything.
Is that little ginger bastard with the freckles waiting on our doorstep?
Because, honest to God, Barb, I’ll drop his ass.
I just topped a man. I’m essentially masc4masc now. I’ll beat him up real good.”
Ez keeps talking, but I can’t hear shit. My mind is a little too busy freaking the fuck out. “Pete?”
“Pete & Pete,” Ezra agrees. Barbara says it’s a television show from the early nineties, but I wasn’t even born then, so I don’t have the foggiest what she’s talking about. You’re both old, so you probably remember it. I just don’t understand why any of the actors would show up here.”
“Baby, that ain’t the Pete she’s talking about.” Bubba still has the curtain pulled back, not moving a muscle.
“Bubba?” I call out. “Is it him?”
All it takes is Bubba’s knowing nod, and I’m rushing out the bedroom, my footsteps thundering through the house as I take the stairway steps two at a time.
As soon as I open the door, I lunge, barreling into my older brother, sending us both toppling to the ground.
He decks me in the face, and I coldcock the son of a bitch in the shoulder.
“Dear God, are they battling to the death?” Ezra cries out from upstairs, sounding terrified. “Johnny, baby, I’m coming!”
The next thing I know, Pete groans, then lets out a high-pitch squeal. He recoils, trying to get away, but when I look down, I realize why he ain’t moving. Ezra’s got a fist formed around Pete’s crotch, squeezing so tightly his knuckles have gone white.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!” Pete whines, trying to shake loose, unable to break the hold Ez has on him.
“If you ever touch my boyfriend again, I’ll saw your fucking throat open,” Ezra threatens, his voice booming with thunder, protective of me. Seeing him risk his personal safety, just to protect me, brings a tear to my eye.
“Ez,” I say. “Baby, you can let go now.” I place my hand on top of his, hoping to pull him away, but I guess Ez has superhuman strength now, because he won’t let go of my older brother’s bulge.
“You punched him in the fucking face,” Ezra hisses. “I swear to God, if you lift another hand to him, you won’t live to see tomorrow. He’s mine to torment. Mine to punish. He’s mine!”
Pete just stares up at Ezra, confused, probably wondering why there’s a chihuahua in human form pinning him down.
“Ez, I need you to let him go.”
Ezra shakes his head, determined. “He’s trying to kill you.
No one touches you. Not now, not ever.” Ez rears back his hand and gives Pete an open-handed slap, the sound of its crack echoing across the land.
“Who resigned and made you king of who gets to live and who has to die? Who made you God, asshole?” He slaps Pete again, harder this time.
“Are you Thanatos, row, row, rowing your fucking boat, right down to the pits of hell?”
“I think you mean Hades, Ezzy. The Greeks called it Hades.”
“This isn’t a dissertation,” he shrieks, squeezing Pete’s bulge tighter.
Pete screams even louder. “Is it weird that I’m getting a chubby?”
“Baby,” I call out, but Ezra either can’t hear me, or he just doesn’t care, because he slaps Pete again.
“I can do this all night, motherfucker.”
Fuck, he’s adorable.
Ezra raises his arm again, but I catch it this time, and when he looks up at me it’s almost like his entire eyes are black. I’ve never seen him this angry, and I’ve seen him angry a lot. “No, Jonathan. I’m defending my boyfriend’s honor.”
And damn if that doesn’t make my knees go weak. Chuckling softly, I assure him, “He ain’t trying to kill me, baby. That’s just Pete.”
“And who the hell is Pete? Why on earth would I care what his name is?”
“Because he’s my brother.”