Page 50 of Father Figure

Sam chuffed, sucking his thumb clean. “Because the perfect boy made you an offer you couldn't refuse.”

“What am I, The Godfather?”

“No, just his Daddy.”

“I slipped,” I admitted, feeling like a fool. “When I came, I slipped and called him my boy.”

“And what did he say?”

My mouth watered like it did every time I recalled his words, and I swallowed hard. “He said, ‘I love you, Daddy’. And then…”

“And then you came harder than you ever have in your life,” he guessed, continuing to stroke me.

“Pretty much.”

Sam's dark head hovered over my lap. “Did he suck you?” he asked just before his lips closed around my cock.

“Fuck, yeah. I showed him how.”

When he came up for air, he said, “I bet with those soft, pillowy lips, he can suck amazing dick.”

“Shit,” I hissed, thinking of his perfect mouth while feeling Sam's.

“I bet you could fit his entire cock in your throat without even struggling.”

“Ungh, yeah, the perfect mouthful.”

Sam rubbed his fingers over my hole, shooting off sparks inside my body. “How tight was he?”

“Fuucckkkk, so tight.” He pressed harder but didn't breach my rim, which made me want him all the more.

“Cass?”

Nicky's timid voice made my heart stop beating momentarily, and I squinted hard at the stairs, trying to make out his face in the darkness.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing, just couldn't sleep. I wondered where you went. Sam?”

“Hey, Little Nicky.”

“Shouldn't you be steering the boat?”

“Autopilot,” he chuckled.

“Were you… Did I interrupt something?” The closer he came, the more of him I could make out, and I saw him clutching something in his hand.

“Come here, Nicky.” He took hesitant steps closer, but paused when he realized my cock was exposed and rock hard in Sam's hand.

“I'll just go back to bed,” he started.

“Come here, Nicky,” Sam commanded.

When he was close enough, I reached out for his hand, tugging him onto the sun bed. “What have you got in your hand?” He couldn't stop staring at my cock.

“A shell. I grabbed it from the beach last night after we…”

“Can I see it?” I asked, holding out my hand.

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