Page 34 of Say Uncle

I wasn’t particularly interested. Nothing to do but go shopping.

“Let’s get out of here for a while,” Cass suggested, climbing up to the flybridge.

We motored South toward Key Biscayne and anchored offshore of one of the many tiny islands. Too small to be inhabited, they were a popular destination spot for boaters like us, just looking to anchor somewhere serene and beautiful for a beach day and picnic.

I was sprawled out on the sunbed, and when Nicky walked by wearing the tiniest little whiteSpeedoI’dever seen, I snagged his hips, pulling him onto my lap. He laughed as I tickled him, giggling and squealing like a little piglet. Sam plopped down next to me, capturing Nicky’s head in his lap and bending over him to quiet his cries for mercy with his mouth.

The way his cock hardened in the tiny bathing suit as I continued to tickle his ribs was unmistakable. All I could think of was Sam warning me about training my mouth. Maybe I could practice on Nicky. His tiny little prick should be easy to swallow.

Sam let him up, and I pulled him back on my lap. “Did you ask your Daddy for permission to play with me?”

“Sure did! He said as long as Sam and him were there if it went past kissing and groping, he was fine with it.”

“They want to watch?” I asked. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I didn’t have a problem with them watching; I had a problem with performing in front of a group. It was my first time, and I didn’t need an audience. All those extra eyes weren’t going to help my nerves.

Nicky turned so that he was straddling my lap, his hands sliding over my chest. “Daddy, Sam, and I are a package deal. And, of course, they want to keep me safe. So if you want to play with me, it will have to be a group thing.”

I caught Cass watching us, and with Sam sitting beside us, it was the perfect moment to steal a kiss. “Your Daddy’s watching us,” I murmured against his lips, “so I think you have his permission.”

Wrapping my arms around his slender waist, I pulled him tight against my groin, enjoying the friction as my lips claimed his. He tasted like pineapple lip balm and I sucked on his lips like a starving man.

When I pulled back to breathe, I noticed Sam adjusting himself. “I think your Daddy warned you about that bathing suit, Nicky. Get off his lap, then look and see what you did to him.”

Nicky scampered off my lap, sprawling in the space between Sam and me. He stared at my bulge, licking his lips. “Did I do that?”

His voice sounded little, Smol. Nicky had a way of changing from the goofy guy to playing the innocent virgin in the blink of an eye.

“The question is, what are you gonna do about it?” Sam asked.

“But I don’t know how to suck dick.” He averted his eyes, his cheeks flaming bright.

Was he really not gonna suck me? “You can’t be serious. You sleep with two grown men and you don’t know how to suck cock?”

Sam smirked. “If you’re such a cocksucking expert, you should show him how.”

“Me?” I’d like to pull off the whole suave slut persona, but the truth is, I don’t know jack shit about sucking cock.

Sam held my gaze, his dark eyes burning withheat. “Little Nicky’s just a boy. He needs to be told, word for word. Why don’t you come sit with me so we can teach him together?”

This must be one of their kinky games Nicky told me about. Hell, my dick throbbed, and all I wanted was to shove it in someone’s mouth. I was down for anything. Shucking my bathing suit, I settled between Sam’s thighs and Nicky crouched between my legs.

Sam’s hands felt rough and warm as they slid over my chest, his thumbs grazing my nipples. “Pretend like this is his first time. Tell him what you want him to do.”

I felt totally self-conscious describing how Nicky should suck my dick, and I really had no idea what I was asking for since I’d never been sucked before, but the idea of it was making me hotter than I’d ever been.

“Grab it,” I urged. “Wrap your fingers around it.”

The touch of his soft hand on my sensitive skin made my stomach flip, like a school of fish swimming around in there. Nicky had the prettiest heart-shaped face, a tiny nose, pointy chin, and cheekbones that stood out like a model’s. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose were covered in pale freckles, most likely brought out by the summer sun. But it was his eyes that set his face off, his eyes and those plush lips. Nicky had big brown doe eyes and long lashes, and the way he was looking up at me now, all timid and shy, with the head of my cock positioned in front of hispuffy lips—hell, I was going to come so damn hard down his throat.

“Stick your tongue out.” Nicky held out his little pink tongue, panting like a puppy, waiting for what came next.

“Have you ever tasted a man’s cock before, little one?” Sam asked. His hands roamed all over my skin, igniting all of my nerve endings with his touch.

“No, sir.”

Bullshit. He’d tasted plenty of cock. But I was playing along, enjoying the benefits of his game. “Would you like to taste mine?” He nodded eagerly. “Smack it against your tongue first.”

I loved that shit when I watched it in pornos. The real thing didn’t disappoint. Nicky smacked my cock against his tongue, his soft lips, and his chin. The visual was hot as fuck.

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