Page 32 of Say Uncle

I could see he felt a bit emotional, but he brushed it off like a champ.

“Where to next?” he asked. “I can’t eat another thing.” He rubbed his flat belly.

“Next is a feast for the eyes, not the stomach.” I led him to my favorite Key West haunt, one of the many all-male, clothing-optional resorts for a full-body massage and salt scrub. “You still got that fake ID on you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked with wide eyes, checking out the men walking through the lobby, some with their bare cheeks swaying.

He behaved himself during the massage, and I could feel the tension from the past few weeks melt away, absorbed by John’s strong hands. Mattie had to be hard from the noises he was making. I just laughed. I was hard-pressed to tell who enjoyed this placemore, Nicky or Mattie, because Nicky had the same reaction.

After the massage, I led him to the pool. Until now, I was glad he’d enjoyed himself, but that ugly green monster was beginning to rear his head the longer and harder Mattie stared at the men.

I stripped off my shorts and dove into the pool, just to get his attention. The cool water kissed every inch of my bare skin, immediately cooling me off. When I surfaced, his eyes were on me, finally, as I glided gracefully to the shallow end, where he sat on the pool steps, dipping his legs in the water.

Slowly, boldly, I climbed the steps until I was standing directly in his face, dripping water over his legs. Mattie didn’t even pretend to avert his gaze from my semi-hard dick, and I gave it a twitch just for him.

“Like what you see?” I asked, smirking down at him.

“Yes, sir,” he breathed.

“I’m gonna grab my clothes and go search for our boys. You coming?”

“Yes sir, real soon.”

I glanced back to see him still staring at me, rubbing his hand over his shorts and realized he meant it—literally.

“Sometimes, I forget how much I can’t stand you,” I teased.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

We met up with the guys back at the Key West marina in time for the Sunset Festival, a nightly street fair with unique performers.

“You missed it, Mattie,” Nicky squealed, jumping off the boat. “You could have taken the best pictures there. It was beautiful.”

“Maybe next time.” Mattie slid his arm around Nicky’s shoulders. “Did you bring me back a shell?”

“I couldn’t,” he pouted, sounding deflated. “But Daddy said we could buy one from the souvenir stand, and pretend like we were bad boys who stole it against the rules,” he whispered loudly, giggling.

Mattie’s lips stretched into a reluctant smile. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” He pressed a kiss to Nicky’s head, which was easy to do because he towered over the boy. “You ready for the festival?”

“Did I ever tell you about the time I swallowed fire?” Nicky asked excitedly.

“You what?” Mattie asked.

“Speaking of,” Cass broke in, “if you want to stay at the festival, you’ll be wearing this.” He clasped a leather band around Nicky’s wrist that was attached to a leash that Cass held control of.

“Kinky,” Mattie teased.

“But, Daddy…”

“But nothing,” Cass laughed. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but sometimes, you just can’t be trusted.”

Nicky harrumphed and grabbed Mattie’s hand. “Stay close,” he urged.

I trailed behind my three men, watching their interactions, absorbing their excitement, and feeling their bond. I couldn’t help but dream. What would it be like to live life like this, with the three of them, every day?

A dream come true.

“Tomorrow we can head back to the island if you want and take pictures,” Nicky suggested to Mattie, “or we can go fishing.”

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