Page 67 of Father Figure

When I felt the wet heat of his mouth close around the engorged head of my cock, I unleashed a thick load down his throat. He struggled to swallow it all, and I thrust my cock deep, feeling his throat work around my head, convulsing repeatedly, and the sound of him gagging brought on another pulse of cum.

He popped off my cock, his lips still connected to me by a thick string of cum and saliva, and I could see his red, watery eyes and runny nose.

“Jeez, Daddy,” he croaked. “That was a lot.”

“Sorry, baby.” I was not sorry at all.

“You still thirsty, little one?” Sam pulled his cock from my ass. “Come take another drink.” He rolled off the condom, tying it off, and tossed it in the sand.

Nicky bent to suck Sam to the back of his throat, using his little hand in conjunction with his mouth to bring him to the edge. His lips were swollen and glossy from sucking my cock. He’d never looked more gorgeous.

“That’s it, sweet boy, suck my cock like you sucked your Daddy’s. I’ve got a big load I want you to swallow.”

Nicky looked up at him with tear-streaked eyes and nodded. Sam grabbed both sides of Nicky’s head, keeping his mouth prisoner as he painted the back of his throat.

Again, Nicky gagged as he tried to swallow it all, and I sat up, bending my head to take Nicky’s little prick in my mouth. He was probably dying for relief, but he knew he couldn’t come until we did. I sucked hard, and it was easy to take him all the way down my throat. On my second pass, I felt his dick pulse just before a stream of hot seed coated my tongue. He released Sam’s dick to cry out as he came, and I felt immense pride and pleasure that I brought my boy such satisfaction, hopefully even a tenth of what he made me feel.

We washed up and cooled off in the ocean, letting the salty waves wash away the cum and sweat stuck to our bodies, and then we lay in the surf, where the water met the sand, as we stared up at the starry night sky. I passed around the bottle of coconut water. Nicky lay sandwiched between us and slipped his little hands in ours.

“I love you, Daddy, with all my heart.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. With my whole heart.”

“I love you, Uncle Sam.”

Sam brought their joined hands up to kiss the backs of Nicky’s fingers. “Love you too, little one.”

I knew the love Nicky felt for Sam wasn’t the same as the love he felt for me, but it warmed my heart to hear him say it, and yet it hurt because I wanted Sam to know what it was like to feel this deeply for someone the way I did for Nicky. My wish for him was that he could fall head over heels in love.

To be in love, instead of just loved.

EPILOGUE

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I flew down the stairs, pushing past students and faculty, and flung myself through the double doors as I ran to the parking lot. It was the last day of school and the fall semester and my exams were behind me.

A stiff, cold wind gusted in my face, and I pulled the hood of my Waltham U sweatshirt over my head and climbed into my Jetta, throwing my backpack in the backseat. I only had one thought on my mind, and it wasn’t school. I had five weeks of vacation before I had to start the spring semester—five weeks to cash in all the sexy rewards I’d earned for getting good grades.

When I pulled into the marina’s parking lot, I spotted Cass’s huge black truck and my heart beat triple time. Just seeing evidence that he was nearby sent my heart soaring.

I found him in the boathouse, which was more of a mechanic’s garage, with his head bent over a boat engine—or part of one—I could never identify that stuff.

“Hey, Daddy!”

His head snapped up, and his face was lit with joy. “Hey, sweet boy, come give me a kiss.”

His hands were covered in grease, and he smelled like diesel, but that didn’t stop my tummy from rolling. Mechanic Daddy was just as sexy as Captain Daddy. Cass was so capable and smart, able to switch hats and do so many things well, and it was such a turn-on. I popped a kiss on his lips, avoiding his hands, and pulled back, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“Guess who got a B average in three classes?”

“You, I hope. What about the fourth class?”

“I got an A!”

He jumped to his feet and lunged for me, but I dodged him. “Nooooo,” I squealed, running circles around him. “No grease. I love this hoodie.” He’d already ruined countless shirts with that grease.

He grabbed a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands off. It was also covered in grease and diesel, so I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to make his hands any cleaner. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I knew you could do it. You’re so damn smart.”

“So, I earned four rewards!”

---