Page 17 of Father Figure

“Cass?” He just continued to stare into my eyes, smiling. “I-I like boys.”

Slowly, the smile fell from his face as the minutes ticked by in silence, and it felt as if we were the only two people in the world as the hustle and bustle around us faded away.

He drew closer, making my heart beat louder, my blood pump harder, and my breathing become shallow. I licked my lips. That drew his attention.

Cass was going to kiss me. My first real kiss.

I swallowed again. Someone bumped into him, and it shook him from his spell. He pulled back and then took a step backward, looking a little bewildered.

Hell no! No, no, no! This was my moment, and I wasn’t letting him get away that easily. Stepping forward into his space, I leaned up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. Just a quick peck, but it was better than nothing. Cass’s eyes widened. Had I shocked him?

“Nicky,” he breathed, touching his lips.

“Thank you for my necklace. And, you know, for seeing me. Really seeing me. But then, you always have.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Am I supposed to pretend like I don’t hear him? How long is this gonna last?

When I was his age, I couldn’t last more than three minutes. Nicky was going on twelve minutes. He was really drawing out the fantasy. There was a loud thud against the door, his hip, or maybe his shoulder? It sounded like he was about to burst through the door and fall face-first on the floor with his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand.

Do not think about his cock!

Pink and smooth, cut, not too big, maybe about five or six inches. A thick patch of dark curls, or maybe he buzzed them short?

Stop it, Cass!

Nicky moaned, loud and long, followed by a grunt. The tip of his cock was probably wet and glossy with his precum. Clear, salty fluid, a swollen crown, engorged veins.

Fuck, I bet he tasted unforgettable.

His moans grew louder, and my hand moved down inside my briefs of its own accord. My cock was thick, warm, and hard as a fucking rock. Because I’d been listening to my ex's son jack off for the last thirteen minutes, not even seven feet away, behind a door as thin as cardboard.

Hooking my thumb around my shaft, I cupped my balls in my palm, moving the entire package up and down together. Nicky had small hands. I bet he could only do one at a time. My nuts would fit perfectly in his palm.

Fucking cut that shit out right now! Think about Sam’s hand.

Sam had huge hands, like me. Rough and calloused, they felt fucking amazing when they squeezed my balls. He had a tight, strong grip, and would jack my cock without mercy.

Nicky would probably be more gentle since his skin was soft and smooth.

You’re going to fucking hell, but since you’re already on your way, you might as well enjoy this.

Shit, what if I had both their hands on me at once? What would that feel like? A small, soft hand milking my balls, a big rough one handling my dick, jacking me relentlessly until I explode.

Ungh…fuck, that feels good. Nicky banged into the door again, followed by a grunt and then more moaning. I didn’t know what was taking him so long, but I was getting close. Just thinking about his coconut-scented sunblock, his soft curls coarse with seawater, the flush of his sunburn that brought out the freckles on his face and shoulders—slender shoulders, soft skin, never been touched by a man’s hands. He would moan like he is right now, he would beg, he would?—

Thick white seed pulsed from my cock, soaking my hand and coating my knuckles. The release was intense, and it felt amazing. And still, Nicky struggled to bring himself off just feet away.

If only I could help him.

No! No line crossing! A fantasy is one thing, but a helping hand is another. There will be no helping hands on this voyage. No line crossing. By the time we return to Cooper’s Cove, Nicky will still be my ex's son, an untouched virgin, a young man I love very much, and sometimes fantasize about in my darkest desires, but that’s all.

Another bang, this time into the wall, and then I heard my name.

“Cass,” he moaned, sounding like he was falling apart. Nicky repeated himself, calling out to me, for me, and then I heard the trickle of water from the sink.

My nuts spasmed, sending a latent pulse of cum jutting forth.

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