Page 64 of Father Figure

“Are you relaxing, Daddy?”

“I’m never leaving this spot. You can bury me here in forty years.”

Nicky’s giggle never failed to bring out my smile, and I cupped his hips. “Daddy, we’re not talking about your burial. We’re talking about the forty years in between then and now.”

“What about them?”

“What can I do to make them fifty?”

Damn, he’s cute. “Fifty?”

“Sixty?”

“I think you’re pushing it.”

“You have very good genes.” He emphasized his point by wiggling his little bottom over my lap, doing his best to grow my dick.

“You think so?” I loved playing coy with him because he was guaranteed to push himself to his people-pleasing limit to make his point, and in this case, I would reap all the benefits.

“I know so!” He wiggled his ass until he’d made me hard, and then positioned my dick in the crease of his cheeks, rubbing back and forth over my lap until the expression on my face changed from indulgent to smoldering. “And, to make sure they stay good and healthy, I'm giving myself the job of keeping you relaxed and happy at all times. Oh, and satisfied! Lots of satisfaction, Daddy.”

I was chuckling when I chased his lips for a kiss. “I like satisfaction. Got any ideas?”

He moved his hands to my shoulders, softly kneading the tight muscles. “I wish we were all alone in this hot spring,” he murmured in my ear.

“Why? Is there something you wanted to do that can’t be done in front of others?”

“Not really,” he grinned. “You could slip inside me right now, and I doubt anyone would notice.”

Fuck, public exhibitionism? Somehow, I got even harder. “Let’s keep this PG. The Busimans are swimming just ten feet from us.”

We were able to get away with the appearance of propriety because Nicky was only sitting sideways on my lap, but I was dying to maneuver his hips so that he was properly straddling my cock.

“Sam is watching us,” he whispered.

“That’s because your uncle Sam can smell sex a mile away.”

Nicky laughed, his fingers digging deeper into my muscles. “Promise me you’re going to live a long time because we have a lot of loving to do, and forty years might not be enough.”

Fuck the Busimans. Fuck the tourists. I buried my tongue in Nicky’s mouth and marked every inch of it as my territory. I heard Sam chuckle, but I doubled down, sliding my hands into Nicky’s wet hair so I could keep his mouth sealed to mine. When we came up for air, he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“You make me feel young again. Forty years is a drop in the bucket.”

“That’s the right answer, Daddy.”

Nicky’s smile and kiss did more to restore my body than any sulfur hot spring could ever do.

When the blazing sun set behind the mountains, our guests checked into a hotel for some alone time and left the three of us on our own for the night. It was still light enough that the street market was open, but late enough in the day that it was nearly deserted. The myriad of aromas from the different exotic foods steaming away on open grills assaulted my senses in the most magical way. My stomach rumbled for a taste.

We purchased containers of pumpkin soup, fried plantains, seasoned grilled goat meat, and titiwee, which were small fish cakes. Sam grabbed bottles of coconut water, and we made our way to Batibou Beach. More popular with the locals than the tourists, the beach was completely deserted this late in the day. What I loved most was that the sand was powder-soft, and the walk-out into the water remained shallow for a good distance.

We hadn’t brought a blanket with us, so we just plopped right down in the sand. Sam cracked the lids on the containers of food, and I plucked a juicy plantain and fed it to Nicky.

“I don’t think I’ve ever tried this before. They’re so sweet.”

It sounded like he was a fan. Sam offered me a chunk of grilled goat meat and I surprised him by eating it straight from his fingers instead of taking it from him. He laughed, and I gave him a playful wink.

The meal continued on in the spirit of sharing, where we all took turns feeding each other and drinking straight from the container of pumpkin soup as we passed it around.

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