Page 47 of Father Figure

By the time we left Big John’s, my skin was flushed and damp with sweat, my face glowing with happiness from drinking and dancing. I was caught up in the night's magic. Maybe it was Bimini’s spell, or maybe it was because I had convinced myself Cass and I were on a real date.

We walked down the beach, and I slipped my hand in his. When he didn’t pull away, I squeezed, and he squeezed back. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to boost my confidence by leaps and bounds. I stopped and bent down to pick up a pink seashell, a memento, knowing this was a night I wanted to remember forever.

“This isn’t the way to the boat,” I remarked, feeling like I was all turned around with my head spinning in circles from the rum.

“Because it’s not. I have one last surprise planned for you.”

I felt blissed-out and euphoric and briefly entertained the idea of stripping down to nothing and streaking across the beach. Fuck it, you only live once, right? In a flash, I was buck naked and running full speed through the sand, whooping and hollering to the full moon shining down on me. Radio Beach was vacant now that the sun had set. The only person I was entertaining was Cass.

I could hear him laughing as I ran, futilely calling my name, but I didn’t stop until I came upon a blanket set with candles and a picnic basket.

Fuck, we weren’t alone after all. I started to run back for my clothes, realizing Cass was carrying them.

“Hurry up, give me my pants! There’re people here.”

Cass laughed so hard he could barely speak as tears ran down his cheeks. “There’s no one here, Tricky Nicky. That blanket is for us.”

“But… where did it come from?”

“Sam.”

Grateful that I hadn’t embarrassed myself, or wasn’t about to be detained for public indecency, I collapsed in a heap on the blanket and laughed myself silly. It seemed I did that a lot when I drank rum—or any alcohol, really.

Cass caught up with me, collapsing in a heap on top of me, and we laughed and rolled and laughed until we were almost breathing the same air. His mouth was less than an inch from mine, and I could feel his warm breath puff across my lips. My laughter died slowly, and I froze, waiting to taste his kiss. He descended slowly, looking into my eyes, until he was so close I couldn’t focus on his face anymore, and then I felt his lips, warm and soft, fuse with mine. I opened for him, and he slid his velvety tongue inside my mouth, taking full possession.

The sound of the crashing waves faded away as my heart beat louder in my ears. My cock stiffened, and I writhed against him, seeking friction.

“Nicky,” he breathed into the kiss, taking my lips again.

I wasn’t sure what he had planned in the picnic basket, but I didn’t care much either. The only thing that mattered was getting him as naked as I was. I had to feel his hand on my dick again, or his mouth. Or both! My body blazed with heat, hormones, and lust, and his touch was the only cure for the fire.

I pulled at his shirt, and he helped by whipping it over his head. Then my fingers went to work on the button of his shorts, and when I lowered his zipper, he allowed me to slide the cargo shorts over his hips. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled his body down on top of mine, pressing myself against him, until nothing separated us. The friction felt delicious as I rubbed myself against him. Cass moaned long and low, and I pulled his mouth down to mine, getting lost in his kiss once more.

“Nicky,” he said breathlessly, pulling away. “I planned dessert. I wanted to take this slow.”

Fuck slow. “I think it’s going perfectly.” Tugging at his briefs, I urged him to lose them. Cass spared me one last cautious glance before complying.

Fuck, there it was… My first glimpse of his perfect cock. And it was perfect, too. Not too thick, not too long, and not too scary. His head was cut and glistening, and more than anything, I wanted to put it in my mouth.

I bent my head, aiming for it, but Cass stopped me. “Whoa, hold up. Look at me,” he urged, raising my chin to meet his gaze. “Tell me you’re absolutely sure.”

Cass and his stupid consent, ugh. “I’m absolutely sure. You could never be a mistake, Cass.” I tried to go after my prize again, licking cautiously at the tip. Cass bit his lip, looking down at me with hooded eyes.

“Just suck on the head, baby. Don’t try to take too much at once.”

He knew this was my first time, and he was going to help me get it right. I did as he said, slipping his wet tip between my lips and gently sucking until he gasped.

He liked that.

Since I had no experience with this, I treated it like a popsicle, swirling my tongue around the soft head in circles, licking that little cleft on the underside. Cass’s hands balled into fists at his sides as I lapped at his cockhead like a hungry kitten. When I risked looking up at him, he grasped both sides of my head, guiding me back down onto his shaft.

“Nice and slow, Nicky baby. Take a little more each time.”

I was bent in half at the waist on my knees, and the warm breeze caressed my ass. It felt amazing to be naked outside in such a public place, doing things that would make me feel exposed even if I were in the privacy of a bedroom. The thrill added to the excitement swirling in my gut.

I was able to take him halfway before I gagged. My eyes teared up, and my nose began running, but I didn’t quit. Cass leaned over my back and spread my cheeks wide, gripping one in each hand. “Damn,” he muttered. “That's enough, Nicky. I’ve got to get my mouth on you.”

I popped off his cock, spit drooling from the corner of my mouth, and sat down on my bottom. He followed me down, kissing my glossy lips and sucking them into his mouth, making them puffy and swollen. He used his knee to nudge my thighs apart, and then, with his wicked mouth, he blazed a trail down my neck, stopping to lavish each nipple before moving over my stomach. When he reached the base of my cock, I almost wept with joy. I’d waited years to know what it felt like to bury my cock in a man’s mouth, and I was about to find out. The icing on the cake was that it wasn’t just any mouth, it was Cass’s. God! He had the sexiest mouth, a smile that flipped my stomach upside down, and a smirk that made my cock hard.

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