Page 37 of Say Uncle

He was right. Best friend, brother, or cousin, the label didn’t really matter. As long as we were family.

“Baby boy, come sit on Daddy’s lap.” Cass had his cock exposed, and he was stroking it, no longer holding the camera.

Nicky peeled off hisSpeedoand sat on his Daddy’s lap, reverse cowboy style. I couldn’t see Cass’s cock sink inside of him, but I could tell when he did from Nicky’s gasp. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he stroked his cock furiously, probably beyond desperate to come by now.

I crawled between his legs and took his little prick in my mouth, slurping on it like he taught me. Sam was right, it was the perfect mouthful, and I felt like a cock-sucking pro being able to deep-throat him.

Cass’s grunts and Nicky’s moans were the perfect soundtrack to my slurps. “Slam your ass on Daddy’s cock. Milk my load out.”

The way he talked to Nicky had me on edge, and I sucked harder, determined to make him blow in my mouth, but my lips kept slamming into his groin because our movements weren’t in sync. Letting Nicky slip out of my mouth, I leaned back and watched, getting a feel for Cass’s rhythm, and then held my mouth open over Nicky’s tip, letting him slam down on Cass’s cock and then thrust into my mouth. He wasdoing all the work for me; my mouth was just a warm, wet hole for his dick.

Cass planted his hands on Nicky’s hips and quickly slammed up into the boy three times before his hips stilled. “That’s it, baby, pump it all out of me. Your ass is sucking every drop of my cum.”

Nicky continued to ride him, chasing his own pleasure.

“Now that Daddy came, it’s your turn, baby boy. Give it to Mattie.”

Nicky cried out, grabbing my head, and his warm pulses coated my tongue. Little dick, little load—the perfect chaser after Sam’s mouthful.

I collapsed on the sunbed, and Nicky crawled over my body, hugging my chest. Sam and Cass joined us as we all tried to catch our breath.

We swam and snacked, and napped in the shade, all together on the sunbed. The way Sam rested his arm over my waist, his thumb brushing possessively over my hip, more than made up for the fact that Nicky drooled on my shoulder. It was so easy to get wrapped up in this blissful dream and forget about reality.

Just for today, I was stealing this moment for myself, and I was holding onto it with both hands.

CHAPTER TWELVE

We pulled into the marina at Cooper’s Cove and expertly maneuvered into our boat slip. Our guests thanked us with a generous tip and disembarked, and we set to work hosing down the boat, the lounge chairs, and the hundred other things on our checklist. Two hours passed in a flash, and we’d completed most of our tasks. Nicky and Mattie sat on the edge of the bow, dangling their legs over the side. Nicky wore a T-shirt, but Mattie was bare-chested, his shoulders red with sunburn. I grabbed a tube of sunblock and crouched down behind him.

He startled when I grasped his shoulders, the sunblock cold to the touch, but settled again as I began to knead the lotion into his skin.

“If you’re not gonna wear a shirt, you need to keep reapplying the sunblock. Skin cancer is no joke.”

Mattie glanced over his shoulder at me. “Yes, sir.”

“I was just telling Mattie about these travel blogs I follow. Ever since last summer, when I first started sailing with you, I’ve taken an interest in them. I could help him submit his photos.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Nicky. I’m sure Mattie would appreciate your help.”

Mattie reached out to capture Nicky’s hand, squeezing it, and my chest warmed from the sign of affection between them. Their friendship was unlikely, but had bloomed quickly. Two lonely souls with a common bond—the desire to be loved and accepted for who they were. I was glad they’d found each other and for my part in bringing them together.

“Hey, we’re gonna take off,” Cass called.

“Clear out the fridge and take all that food with you.”

“You don’t want any?”

“Nah, we’ll get takeout on the way home.”

He walked over, popped a kiss on my cheek, and picked Nicky up under the arms, hauling him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried him down the dock, with Nicky squealing and giggling the entire way.

“What do you feel like having for dinner?” I asked.

“Whatever you want is fine with me.”

Taking a deep breath, I blew it out and chose my next words carefully. We were heading home—alone—and the lines and expectations had been blurred all to hell this past week. I needed to re-establish themagain before things got awkward. I didn’t want Mattie to fall into a trap of pleasing me out of hand, just because he felt like he needed to as my guest.

“This is how it’s gonna go when we get home, so listen up.” He’d become relaxed and pliant from the massage, practically melting against my chest, but now he stiffened, sitting up straighter. “You’re not a guest in my home, even if it’s a temporary situation. I told you that you were welcome there as long as you wanted or needed a place to call home, which means it’s your home too. That being said, I still pay the bills there, and it’s my name on the mortgage, which means you’ll respect it, and me. Understood?”

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