Page 4 of Say Uncle

Nicky bent his legs like a frog, spreading his small cheeks wide open so I could see his sweet pink pucker. It was so tight that it almost appeared completely smooth. He had the prettiest asshole I’d ever seen.

“Can you see it, Uncle Sam?”

“It’s so tiny, I can barely see it. Maybe open and close it for me?”

His breath hitched, and he bore down, making his pucker open and clench. Damn, that made my dick rock-fucking-hard.

“Can you find the opening now?”

“Barely, but it looks a little dry. Maybe I should make it wet.”

“Daddy,” Nicky called, “bring the lube!”

“I’ll just use my mouth.” With my hands on his knees, keeping him spread wide, I licked a stripe over his entrance, up his smooth taint, and over his small tight sac.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Cass griped, striding into the bedroom. He tossed the bottle on the bed and moved to sit behind Nicky, placing the boy’s head in his lap.

“Daddy, Uncle Sam said he’s gonna wet my hole.”

“Mmm, I know how much you love that. Time for your surprise, sweetheart.” Cass tied the satin blindfold around Nicky’s head, effectively covering his eyes. “No peeking.”

I continued to lick him until his skin was glossy with my spit, and then I tortured him by blowing cool air over his wet pucker, fascinated with the way his hole opened and closed reflexively, like it was looking to swallow something.My cock.

“That’s cold,” Nicky whined, scooting his bottomoff the mattress. I loved to watch how desperate he became when teased.

“We’re gonna play a little game now, sweet boy. When you guess wrong, you get a small punishment, and when you guess right, you get a reward. Would you like to play?”

“Um, yes?”

Even with his blindfold on, I could see his face scrunched with indecision. Adorable. He wanted all the rewards with no punishments.

“Here’s how you play. Someone is going to lick you, and you have to guess whose tongue it is, mine or your Daddy’s.”

A fat drop of pre-cum welled in his slit.

“I see that got you excited. Someone needs to lick up that mess, and it’s your turn to guess who.”

Cass gently extricated himself from Nicky and joined me at the foot of the bed. “Help me hold his legs open,” I invited.

I gave Cass a single nod, indicating he should go first. He dove right for Nicky’s tiny pink prick, sucking a small mouthful between his lips. Nicky cried out, the muscles in his legs tensing against our hold.

“Um, my Daddy?” he guessed correctly. “‘Cause he’s always so thirsty for that first taste of me.”

Cass chuckled. “Guilty as charged.”

“What’s my reward?” he asked excitedly.

“Your reward is that I’m gonna clean your slit out real good, so it doesn’t makeanother mess.”

Cass speared the tip of his tongue into Nicky’s tiny slit, scooping out as much as he could. Nicky writhed and wiggled. When Cass sealed his lips around the head of Nicky’s small prick and sucked as hard as he could, Nicky choked.

“Too much, Daddy, too much.”

Cass and I laughed at the boy’s discomfort. He should be careful what he asked for.

It was my turn, and I rocked his small body backward to get at his ass better. I swirled my tongue around his tiny hole, pushing deeper with each swipe. Nicky made filthy sounds the deeper my tongue got. In and out, I thrust my tongue through his tight rim until the boy was practically crying, pleading for my cock.

“I don’t know whose tongue, I don’t care, just give me your dick. Pleeaasseeee.”

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