Page 5 of Say Uncle

Pulling back, I licked my lips and swallowed his musky sweetness down my throat. “You’ve got to make a guess, little boy.”

“U-uncle Sam?”

“That’s right, baby. That was my wicked tongue drilling into your tight ass. Want some more for your reward?”

“Yes, God yes!”

Chuckling, I dove between his cheeks, giving him more of my tongue. Cass covered his cries with his mouth. I didn’t want to give him too much because I wasn’t done playing with him yet.

Choosing his favorite toy, I covered Pinky, Nicky’slittle pink prostate massager, with lube and tapped his hole with it.

“What’s that? What are you putting inside me?”

“You’ll have to guess. Could be the end of your toothbrush.”

“Yuck!” Nicky made a gagging sound.

“Could be the handle of a butter knife,” Cass teased.

“Disgusting! You better not make me eat off that thing.”

Struggling to hold back my laughter, I goaded him further. “Could be Hippo’s soft, stuffed little seahorse tail.”

Nicky gasped. Real panic set in, and I lost the battle with my laughter.

“Better not be! That’s just cruel.”

“Or maybe it’s just a toy.”

I continued to tease his hole, pressing against it with the slightest pressure, but not pushing past his tight rim. It took less than a minute for him to become desperate for more, pushing his bottom against the toy in a futile effort to get more of it inside of him.

“What are you trying to do, little boy? Are you trying to fuck yourself on this thing even though you don’t know what it is?”

“As long as it’s not Hippo’s tail, I don’t care what it is,” he cried. “Just put it inside of me, please.”

I took mercy on him, breaching his ass, but just barely, keeping the widest part of the toy at hisentrance, so that he stayed stretched and burning. Twirling it in circles, I slid Pinky in and out, penetrating his opening again and again, prolonging the fire.

“Oohh, my bottom burns.”

I put him out of his misery and pushed the toy as deep as I could. Nicky sighed with relief. And then I turned it on.

“It’s Pinky! Thank God it’s Pinky,” he sighed.

Cass was in the process of torturing Nicky’s nipples with his thumbs, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until they ached. I took his tiny little prick in my mouth and slurped on it noisily, catching every premature pulse of pre-cum triggered by Pinky massaging his prostate.

“I… I need a cock inside me. Please, Daddy, Uncle Sam, give me a cock.”

Cass obliged him, stuffing Nicky’s mouth full with his cock. Removing the toy, I lifted his bottom, bringing him level with my cock, and speared him with one thrust, sinking balls deep into his tight heat. Nicky cried out, but the sound was muffled around Cass’s dick. I slammed into him hard, again and again, feeling the heat build in my belly.

Leaning over Nicky’s small body, I claimed Cass’s mouth, sliding my tongue inside to tangle with his. When I pulled back, I pulled out of Nicky’s body as well.

“Noooooo,” he cried.

I positioned myself so that Cass and I sat facing each other, my legs around his hips and his around mine. The small space between our chests was for Nicky. I picked him up as easily as a rag doll and slid his body between ours.

“I have a special seat picked out just for you, sweet boy. All you have to do is sit on it.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck and lowered himself until he felt two hard cocks push against his bottom.

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