Page 62 of Father Figure

“Are you taking me for granted, Daddy?” He grinned playfully.

“Never. I just can’t start my day until I see you shake your ass in your plaid boxers while you’re cooking eggs.”

“I’ve got a brand-new playlist!” In the blink of an eye, he rolled out of bed, grabbed his headphones, and disappeared into the kitchen.

By the time I wandered in, he had the table set and was dishing eggs and toast onto our plates.

“When we’re finished, I’ll take a plate up to Sam and then get started on the Busiman’s breakfast.”

“No, when we’re finished, you’ll join me in the shower and wash your Daddy. Then, when I go up to relieve Sam, I’ll bring him a plate.”

“I don’t want to go to school,” he blurted, surprising me. “I know I promised, but how can I walk away from this? I’ve never felt happier than when I’m with you and Sam out on the water.”

Those words warmed my heart. “I know, but you have to do this, for your dad, and me, and yourself. For our future. Someday I’ll be too old to charter boats and island hop,” I joked. “I’ll have to rely on my wildly successful partner’s marine biologist/oceanographer’s income.” Nicky giggled, and the sound made me light up inside as it always did. “Just take it one semester at a time and think how proud you’ll make your Daddy learning about all the things I already know and love.” I could see he was coming around from the look on his face.

“Maybe we can set up a reward system for good grades,” Nicky suggested.

Of course, that would be his motive. “You’ve always been an A+ student. It’s a given that you’ll get the reward.”

“But it wouldn’t be fair if you let that stop you from offering it.”

Oh, my God, this boy could negotiate for the FBI. He was that good. “Deal, Tricky Nicky. Good grades get rewards.”

“Sexy rewards?”

A laugh burst from me. “Any kind of reward you want. You ready for that shower?”

Nicky stood and stripped, right there in the cramped kitchen-dining room combo, and practically skipped to the bathroom.

I peeled off my boxer shorts while Nicky adjusted the water temperature until steam blanketed the bathroom. Drops of water slid down his smooth skin, now tanned from the summer sun. His tiny pink nipples and flat belly gave way to a trimmed thatch of dark curls surrounding his dick. His adorably small pink dick. What was it Sam called it? A pricklet? It was the perfect descriptor. I doubted I would ever get tired of looking at him.

As soon as I climbed in, Nicky sidled up to me, soaping my chest and shoulders.

“Remember that time I got stung by the jellyfish?”

“Yeah.”

“Remember how you made it better?”

My voice sounded rougher when I answered. “Yeah.”

“What if I pretend that my leg burns right now? What would you do?”

Shit. He’d liked that? “Is that what you want, sweet boy? Do you want Daddy to take the burn away?” Nicky nodded shyly. Sliding my hand around his ass, I squeezed and pressed my dick against his thigh. “Do you want Daddy to pee on your leg?”

“Please, Daddy?”

I had to concentrate for a moment before I was able to release a stream of piss that cascaded down his leg before washing down the drain. He looked totally into it, and I became bolder, wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock and painting Nicky’s dick and balls with urine.

“So warm,” he sighed, smiling blissfully. “I feel much better now.”

A wicked thought took root in my head. “Not until you clean up the mess you started.”

Nicky peered up at me curiously. “What mess?”

Palming the back of his wet head, I pushed him down to his knees. “Clean up your Daddy. Suck me.” He gasped, but then, with his eyes focused on my face, he drew closer and closer to my dick until it bobbed in his face. Nicky’s tiny pink tongue darted out to lick the head of my cock before he daringly sucked it between his lips. “Can you taste it?” He nodded as he sucked my shaft down his throat. I didn’t need a blow job, I just wanted to push him a step further by making him taste it. “Stand up and turn around. Daddy is going to use your bottom to take my burn away now. You’re gonna make Daddy feel all better.”

Nicky pushed to his feet and braced his hands against the tiled wall. Glancing back at me over his shoulder, he asked, “Can you come inside me?”

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