Chapter 26 #3
“You okay, baby?” I have to bite my lip because he feels so fucking good.
Instead of answering, Ezra lets out a loud, guttural moan that makes my insides spin.
I sink deeper and deeper, and through it all, my eyes never leave him.
“Oh, fuck, Ezzy, you’re taking it all. You’re taking me, baby.
Ah, Christ, I’m so fucking proud of you. ”
“Daddy,” he whines. “Love you. Forever.”
“Yeah, baby,” Johnny says, kissing Ezra’s forehead. “Forever and ever.”
“Holy fuck. Ezzy, baby, you’re so fucking tight for me.”
“Just for you,” Ezra whines, arching that back even higher. “Just for you and Johnny.”
“Yeah,” I agree, sinking further and further into our boy.
I’m not wearing a condom, but after last time, I guess I don’t need to, considering Ezzy busted inside Johnny last time.
We’ve all been tested since being with our last partners, but then again, we ain’t been around Ezzy in damn near a month.
What if some other strapping young man barged into this sex shack of shame and pounded our boy’s hole into oblivion?
I grip Ezra by the chin, tugging until his blissed-out eyes stare dreamily into mine.
“Daddy?”
“You been fuckin’ around on me, boy?”
He blinks a few times as I slowly pull out and sink back in. “Huh?”
“Have you been sneaking men in here while we’ve been apart? Did you hammer the hungry holes of other queer men in our absence?”
“Every cock,” he cries out. “Every dick I could find, Daddy. Wanted to be a bad, bad boy. Wanted to break your big bisexual heart.”
Johnny slides the head of his cock across his lips, smearing pre-cum all over his mouth, then he lifts it and slaps the head against his lips as hard as he can. Ezzy whimpers, but when he opens his eyes, he’s staring at it like it’s the last meal he’ll ever eat.
“I think you need to taste it. I think you need to remember who the fuck owns you, Little Dick.”
“You. Always you. Only you two.” His lips wrap around the head of Johnny’s cock, and his tongue flicks back and forth across the slit.
He sucks and slurps on Johnny’s dick like a popsicle, eyes never leaving his, because he knows it’s what Johnny expects.
Behind him, I’m plowing that hole, running a hand up and down Ezra’s side to comfort him, but I don’t think Ezzy needs much comforting.
Seems to me he’s having a hell of a time already.
“After our dream, I called Jaden,” I say, pumping in and out of his hole.
Johnny stops his frantic thrusts long enough to scowl at me. “What the fuck, bro? That’s my god-nephew. Don’t fuckin’ talk about Jay when we’re inside Ezra. You’re gonna bum Little Dick the fuck out. Tell him, Ez.”
Ezra doesn’t seem to give a good-goddamn one way or the other, but he wants to please Johnny, I guess, so he nods, trying to feign annoyance, but he just looks like he’s going to come.
“You shut your mouth when you’re fucking my hole,” Ezra whines before diving back onto Johnny’s cock.
Johnny nods. “See? You’ll hurt his fuckin’ feelings, and you’ll gross me out. Don’t mention him again. Not like this.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re both being ridiculous,” I say, pulling out and stroking my cock, reaching the peak of sexual nirvana.
“I was just saying that I called them, and him and the boys are renting a crane.” I pull back, stroking myself faster, moaning out, “Oh, fuck, here it comes, Ezzy. Take this load.” I don’t give him time to react, not that he needs much time.
I move around until I’m in front of his face, pumping this massive cock as he stares in wonder.
His mouth falls open instinctively when I jack my dick in front of his face.
He knows what the fuck is about to happen, and he wants it.
He’s starving for it. Goddamn gasping for it.
Johnny positions himself behind Ezra and sinks into his entrance, moaning as he speeds up his movement, sawing in and out of Ezra at a brutal pace, but Ezra’s living for it, matching each thrust with a well-timed moan, calling out our names in inconsistent patterns.
“Be still my beating heart,” I say, painting his lips like lipstick.
He licks and licks until there’s nothing more, and then he takes my cockhead back into his mouth, suckling like a calf to a teat.
His eyes are right on mine, and he’s blinking all bashful like, his tongue flickering fast against the skin.
I thought I was finished shooting, but when he pulls it out of his mouth and slaps the head against his cheek, I cry out again, and another two jets fire, coating his cheek.
“Good Daddy,” he praises me. “Such a good, good Daddy.” He looks up at Johnny and nods.
“He wanted an Eiffel Tower. Here’s your chance.
” The next thing I know, my cock is in his mouth again, and he’s sucking me for all he’s worth.
Johnny’s eyes are on me, and he places a hand on my shoulder, holding onto me for support.
“I’m close,” he admits, staring down at Ezra like the sight of him split open this way is impossible. I raise my hand in front of me.
“Do it, bro. Give me five.”
Johnny’s eyes roll back in his head, and his palm crashes against mine as he screams, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” at the top of his lungs.
Ezra looks over his shoulder and smiles. “I’m ovulating, Daddy.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “The fuck?”
Whatever the fuck the statement was for, I guess it gets its intended effect, because Ezzy smiles like the cat who got the cream as Johnny hollers, “Ah, fuck, baby, I’m not wearing a condom. I’m gonna—”
Ezra’s eyes narrow. “Say it.”
As Johnny finds his release, his entire chest goes red with heat, and he slams his eyes shut, screaming, “I’m gonna knock you up, Little Dick!”
Holy fucking shit. Okay. A gay man telling another gay man he’s gonna knock him up?
Fucking hot. I didn’t realize MM impregnation kink was a thing, but fuck it, I’m just as here for it as Johnny, I guess, because I reach down and pat Ezzy’s tummy, praising him.
“You took Daddy’s load so well, little man. Can you feel him inside you?”
Ezra nods, letting out a low, guttural moan as I take his little cock in my hand. “Oh, God, yes.”
“That’s it, Ezzy. Come for us. You’ve got another one in there, baby boy. I know you do.”
His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a decided nod. “Gonna come. Gonna come so hard for you Bubba.”
Johnny continues sucking Ezra’s neck as I increase the speed of my stroke game.
“We’re going to be so happy, Ezzy. I promise. We’re here, and we’re never going anywhere again.” Ezra says nothing as I spread his cheeks and aim my cock at his asshole. “Deep breath, baby boy.”
Ezra sucks in a deep breath, only to let out a guttural moan as I slowly fuck my massive cock into him. He’s taking me so fucking well, inch by inch, minute by minute. “So fucking tight for Daddy. It won’t take me long, baby. I’m so fuckin’ close, and this is the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked.”
Johnny nods. “It’s fuckin’ incredible, ain’t it?”
I fuck him a little harder, because he’s moaning like a slut, so I know he can take it. He meets each thrust with one of his own, bouncing on this cock like it’s Seabiscuit. “Gonna put my load inside you too, little man. I’m filling this fucking womb. Cope.”
Ezra slams his eyes shut, offers us a quiet grunt, and then another load shoots from his cock, painting his stomach.
As he writhes around like a whore for us, I look down at my Johnny Boy, and I know no matter what happens from here on out, things are going to be okay.
I’ve got my boys, and they’ve got each other.
We have a hillbilly highrise on its way, along with my son and our best friends.
We’ll need to figure out the internet situation, because I know Ezzy ain’t going to be happy living off the grid, but we’ll figure it all out in the end.
For now, we’ve got each other, and we’ve got a life worth living.
I bust my load in my little man’s hole, and when he finally opens his eyes, there’s a look of pure love in them. “Barbara says we’re going to be together forever, in this life and the next.”
Johnny cuddles next to Ezra. “She ain’t been wrong yet.”
As I hold my boys close, a glorious golden light shines down from the ceiling, reminding me of that angel show with Roma Downey Jr. again. The longer I look, the more the light glows until it’s shining so bright, you’d think you’re staring at the sun.
“Holy shit. Are y’all seeing this?” I ask.
I look over at them and find Johnny staring at the light, his eyes wide and full of terror. Ezra, however, is staring at it like it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His hand squeezes mine, and he uses the other to squeeze Johnny.
Ezra slowly stands and takes a step forward. “Mom?”
Johnny’s eyes widen, and he looks at me, mouthing, “Mom?” I give him a nod, letting him know he heard right without interrupting.
As Ezra moves even closer to the light at the other end of the room, the golden glowing lights shift, twisting in on themselves until they resemble a woman’s figure. Her golden hand touches Ezra’s cheek.
“Oh, Ezra,” she says, her voice quiet and full of affection. “I am so very proud of you, baby.”
Ezra sniffles, and his head is shaking emphatically. “Not yet. Please? You can hold on a little longer, can’t you? You’ve held on this long.”
“I’m tired, baby,” she says, sounding small and ashamed, and fucking exhausted. “I’m trying, Ezra, but every second gets harder and harder.”
As I stand at his side, I realize Ezra’s cheeks are covered with tears, and I want to wipe them away, but Johnny beats me to it, swiping them with his thumb as he cups both cheeks, staring right in his eyes.
“Whatever happens next, you ain’t alone, Little Dick. I promise, you’re never going to be alone again.”
Barabara smiles. “Johnny,” she says. “It’s nice to finally meet you, sweetheart.”