Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“This place is sick!” Nicky stood at the bow of the boat, practically jumping over the railing in his excitement to explore the island of Dominica. “It’s a rainforest! Look, Cass, there’re volcanoes!” He pointed, as if I couldn’t see them looming ahead of us.

Sam motored into Roseau, the southern port, crawling along slower than usual as we passed through dolphin and whale-infested waters. Abandoning the bow, Nicky scrambled up to the flybridge and grabbed the binoculars from Sam. He scanned the turquoise waters, looking for signs of life.

“This is the only country in the world where you can find sperm whales year-round,” he told Sam. Nicky was keyed up on one of his nerdy, marine biology facts spewing one-sided conversations. All you could do when he got like this was smile and listen patiently, and nod along. “I’ve got to find one, Sam! Look!” he yelled, pointing off the starboard side. “Spinner dolphins, and spotted dolphins!” he added excitedly. “Cass,” he motioned to me, waving his hand, “come help me find a whale.”

Climbing up the ladder to the flybridge, I couldn’t help but feel some of his excitement. It was contagious. With his binoculars glued to the water over the starboard side, he almost missed the action off the Port side. “Nicky, turn around. Hurry up.”

“Holy shit! Cass, look! A sperm whale!” I laughed because he acted as if I hadn’t been the one to point it out to him.

The Busimans were also on deck, watching the dolphins swim alongside the behemoth whale. Sam dropped anchor in the bay, and I ran to raise our ensign and Q flags.

Nicky continued to watch the dolphins while we waited to be boarded. “I could stay here all day.” He sighed happily.

“Nah, the stuff I have planned for us today rivals this. I don’t want you to miss it.”

He lit up again, a second wave of excitement coming on strong. “I’ll go grab my backpack! And my sunblock. And my sunglasses!”

“They’re on your head,” I shouted as he disappeared down the stairs.

It was hard to tell which had him more excited, the dolphin and whale sightings, or snorkeling in the Champagne Reef. The island’s geothermal activity below the ocean floor created streams of tiny bubbles that looked and felt as if you were swimming through Champagne. Nicky pointed out coral-encrusted rocks, colorful sponges, a peacock flounder, and a school of sergeant majors.

The lukewarm water was cool enough to feel refreshing, especially because of the surge of bubbles over my face and body as I snorkeled the reefs. It was a welcomed reprieve from the relentless heat of the sun.

Next on our to-do list was a short waterfall hike through Middleham Falls that led to a breathtaking pool at the base. It seemed Elaine Busiman was competing with Nicky to see who could snap the most pictures. When we got to the pool below, we stopped to rest, grabbing a seat on the damp rocks. Nicky jumped in with his clothes on and swam through the crystal-clear water while I unpacked sandwiches from our backpacks.

“He’s having the time of his life,” Sam remarked, watching him fondly.

The fact that our time together was running short weighed heavily on me. I still had two more months left in the season with constant traveling before I was reunited with Nicky in the off-season. A lot could happen in two months when you’re nineteen years old, and going to college for the first time. I had to remind myself for the thousandth time that Nicky would figure out what was best for him, and all I could do was support him in whatever that was .

Even if what was best for him wasn’t me.

Sam squeezed my knee as if he could read my thoughts. Hell, he probably could after the twenty-five years we’d spent together.

The sun and rigorous activity had begun to take a toll on my energy, and I slogged along slowly to our next destination, the natural Hot Springs at the tiny village of Wotten Waven. The temperature of the water felt like a warm bath, and even though it smelled like sulfur and rotten eggs, the healing waters felt absolutely magical on my sore calves and tight shoulders. The sound of the water falling from the cliffs above into the spring added to the relaxing ambiance and created a mist that blanketed the water's surface. With each deep inhale of breath I pulled into my lungs, I got some of the restorative mist as well.

“This is the life,” I sighed with pleasure, leaning my head back against the rocks.

Nicky swam over to me and floated his legs over my lap, curving his arms around my neck. The sun shone down on his sweet face, highlighting the freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. They were prominent all summer from the sun, and I thought they made him look years younger—and infinitely cuter. Maybe because they reminded me of a younger version of him, the version I first met and fell in love with. Not the kind of love I felt for him now, but a simpler, more pure love .

“Are you relaxing, Daddy?”

“I’m never leaving this spot. You can bury me here in forty years.”

Nicky’s giggle never failed to bring out my smile, and I cupped his hips. “Daddy, we’re not talking about your burial. We’re talking about the forty years in between then and now.”

“What about them?”

“What can I do to make them fifty?”

Damn, he’s cute. “Fifty?”

“Sixty?”

“I think you’re pushing it.”

“You have very good genes.” He emphasized his point by wiggling his little bottom over my lap, doing his best to grow my dick.

“You think so?” I loved playing coy with him because he was guaranteed to push himself to his people-pleasing limit to make his point, and in this case, I would reap all the benefits.

“I know so!” He wiggled his ass until he’d made me hard, and then positioned my dick in the crease of his cheeks, rubbing back and forth over my lap until the expression on my face changed from indulgent to smoldering. “And, to make sure they stay good and healthy, I'm giving myself the job of keeping you relaxed and happy at all times. Oh, and satisfied! Lots of satisfaction, Daddy.”

I was chuckling when I chased his lips for a kiss. “I like satisfaction. Got any ideas? ”

He moved his hands to my shoulders, softly kneading the tight muscles. “I wish we were all alone in this hot spring,” he murmured in my ear.

“Why? Is there something you wanted to do that can’t be done in front of others?”

“Not really,” he grinned. “You could slip inside me right now, and I doubt anyone would notice.”

Fuck, public exhibitionism? Somehow, I got even harder. “Let’s keep this PG. The Busimans are swimming just ten feet from us.”

We were able to get away with the appearance of propriety because Nicky was only sitting sideways on my lap, but I was dying to maneuver his hips so that he was properly straddling my cock.

“Sam is watching us,” he whispered.

“That’s because your uncle Sam can smell sex a mile away.”

Nicky laughed, his fingers digging deeper into my muscles. “Promise me you’re going to live a long time because we have a lot of loving to do, and forty years might not be enough.”

Fuck the Busimans. Fuck the tourists. I buried my tongue in Nicky’s mouth and marked every inch of it as my territory. I heard Sam chuckle, but I doubled down, sliding my hands into Nicky’s wet hair so I could keep his mouth sealed to mine. When we came up for air, he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“You make me feel young again. Forty years is a drop in the bucket. ”

“That’s the right answer, Daddy.”

Nicky’s smile and kiss did more to restore my body than any sulfur hot spring could ever do.

When the blazing sun set behind the mountains, our guests checked into a hotel for some alone time and left the three of us on our own for the night. It was still light enough that the street market was open, but late enough in the day that it was nearly deserted. The myriad of aromas from the different exotic foods steaming away on open grills assaulted my senses in the most magical way. My stomach rumbled for a taste.

We purchased containers of pumpkin soup, fried plantains, seasoned grilled goat meat, and titiwee, which were small fish cakes. Sam grabbed bottles of coconut water, and we made our way to Batibou Beach. More popular with the locals than the tourists, the beach was completely deserted this late in the day. What I loved most was that the sand was powder-soft, and the walk-out into the water remained shallow for a good distance.

We hadn’t brought a blanket with us, so we just plopped right down in the sand. Sam cracked the lids on the containers of food, and I plucked a juicy plantain and fed it to Nicky.

“I don’t think I’ve ever tried this before. They’re so sweet.”

It sounded like he was a fan. Sam offered me a chunk of grilled goat meat and I surprised him by eating it straight from his fingers instead of taking it from him. He laughed, and I gave him a playful wink.

The meal continued on in the spirit of sharing, where we all took turns feeding each other and drinking straight from the container of pumpkin soup as we passed it around.

“That was the best meal I’ve ever eaten!” Nicky exclaimed. He’d said that about each island we visited. Sam knew it, he’d heard it before, and we shared a smile behind Nicky’s back.

“Time for dessert.” Sam pulled a bottle from his backpack and passed it around. I recognized it right away, but it was foreign to Nicky, who removed the cap to take a sniff.

“Wow, that’s strong, but it smells good. What is it?”

“Mamajuana; a blend of dark rum, spices, and honey. Try it,” Sam urged with a wicked smile.

Mamajuana would knock Nicky on his ass after his fourth sip. Sam knew it, and was anticipating the show about to start.

“Easy,” I cautioned after he guzzled a huge swig.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll burn it off when we go swimming.”

Doubtful, but I let him have his fun.

“Did you know the legal drinking age here is sixteen?” he asked .

“Is that so? Then I guess you’re old enough to make good decisions.”

Of course, he giggled, knowing full well he was incapable of making good decisions where alcohol was concerned.

Sure enough, when the bottle was half empty, Nicky’s eyes were glassy, his giggles became louder, and his inhibitions became looser. About as loose as the drawstring on his swim trunks when he stood up, and they fell to his ankles. He kicked them off his feet into the sand and ran to the water’s edge.

“Come on Sam. Come on, Cass. Come swim with me.”

The zoomies kicked in, and he darted back and forth in the shallow surf, kicking, splashing, and laughing.

“Fuck it,” Sam cursed, dropping his shorts and chasing after Nicky.

I was content to just sit and watch them play as I finished off the last of the rum, but when Nicky dropped to his knees and began sucking Sam’s cock, I decided it was time to join them. It continued like that for an hour, Nicky teasing Sam’s dick, then running off to splash in the water, and Sam chasing after him to reclaim his mouth.

“When I catch you, little Nicky, you’re mine. Your Daddy won’t be able to save you.”

Nicky dared to come closer, and sent a huge volley of water at Sam, smacking him in the face with it, but when he tried to run away, he stumbled in the waves and fell, giving Sam a chance to catch up. Sam scooped him up like a sack of potatoes, dumping him over his shoulder, and smacked his ass good and hard. Nicky shrieked, trying in vain to kick his legs to get free.

Sam dropped him in the wet sand, and when Nicky tried to run, he tackled him, covering his small body with his much larger one. Nicky didn’t stand a chance; he was well and truly caught in Sam’s snare. He couldn’t overpower Sam, and I doubted he could beg and plead his way free.

Sam glanced at me with a wolfish smile, and I jogged over to join them. The fun and games weren’t over, they were just beginning.

Sam had Nicky pinned between his thighs and was tickling the life out of him. “Stop, stop,” he cried, visibly tortured. Nicky was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “I'm gonna piss myself if you don’t stop,” he pleaded.

“Oh yeah? I heard you like that, so go ahead, piss yourself.”

I crouched beside them, and Nicky gave me a wounded glare because I’d betrayed him. “Daddy, you told him?”

“Sorry, baby, your Uncle Sam likes that sort of thing.” I wasn’t sorry at all, and my face showed it.

Part of the fun of topping a brat was having leverage over them, and Nicky’s newfound obsession with watersports was definitely leverage .

“Sam, please,” Nicky begged, red-faced and breathless.

“I’ll stop when you piss yourself.”

If it was possible, his face became redder. “Daddy, please.”

“Your Daddy can’t save you,” Sam warned. “He’s dying to see you piss yourself.”

Tears gathered in his eyes, and I wasn’t sure if they were from being tickled or from mortification, but he turned his puppy dog eyes on me, and when I shook my head no, he gave in to the inevitable with a broken sob. A stream of pale, yellow piss arced from the slit of his semi-hard cock and pooled on his belly.

“You’re making a mess of yourself, little Nicky.” Sam's voice became huskier the more he got turned on. “You know, I think I need to piss as well,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“No!” Nicky shook his head frantically, guessing where this was headed. “No, no, no.” He put his hands up to deflect, but it wasn’t something he could grab. Sam grabbed the base of his cock and painted a wet mess over Nicky’s groin and belly, aiming for his navel like a bull’s eye.

“Daddy,” Nicky pleaded. “Help me.”

“You look like a filthy, wet mess, sweet boy. You might need to go rinse off in the ocean.”

“Let me up,” he yelled at Sam, kicking his legs futilely .

“First, give me a kiss,” he insisted, leaning over Nicky’s filthy body with puckered lips.

Despite his humiliation and frustration, Nicky smiled and met him halfway. The kiss started out sweet, but Nicky deepened it, chasing Sam’s lips. It became so heated that my dick took notice. Fuck, I wanted in on that. They pulled apart, and that’s when Sam noticed how hungry I looked.

He rolled off of Nicky. “Go get washed up.”

Nicky rolled to his feet and sprinted toward the ocean. Sam pulled me underneath him. We were covered with sweat and sand, but that was the last thing on my mind when his knee wedged my thighs apart. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and dominating my tongue. My heart sped up, thumping like a steel drum in my chest. My rock-hard cock rubbed against his, and the friction lit a fire in my belly. I rocked my hips back and forth, lost in his kiss, my head a dizzy mess of sweetened rum and tropical humidity. I was riding a wave of lust that rose higher than the volcanoes that surrounded us and burned much, much hotter.

Nicky knelt beside me in the sand, looking for a way to join in without interrupting. Whenever Sam and I played with a third, we co-topped. I’d only ever bottomed for him when we were alone. It had never been witnessed by another person. Untangling my tongue from his, I turned to face my boy.

His glassy eyes burned bright with heat. “I think it’s your turn,” I murmured, hoping to sandwich him in between us.

“I’d rather watch you two,” he admitted. His little pink cock bobbed like it had a pulse. “You’re so hot together, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like between you.”

Sam stared down into my eyes, a devilish smile spreading slowly across his rugged face. “I’m gonna fuck you, and your boy is going to watch. Make it good for him. Get loud for him and show him how much you love taking my cock.”

Fucking Christ, there was no way I would get to stick my dick in Nicky. I wouldn’t last that long, not with Sam intent on taking me apart.

“Grab the condom from my bag, baby boy,” Sam rasped.

He moved his hips again, making hot friction between our dicks that kept me on edge.

Nicky handed him a condom and a packet of lube, but Sam dismissed it, just grabbing the condom. “No lube. Your Daddy likes to feel my cock rub his insides raw.”

Fuck, I wouldn’t even be able to walk tomorrow, let alone sit. Sam was going to turn my ass inside out.

Sam tore the packet open with his teeth, rolling the latex over his shaft, then spat in his hand to wet the rubber—not that it would do much to help me. He spit between my spread legs, letting his saliva drip down my crease, and used his fingers to loosen my hole.

“Watch Nicky. Watch how your Daddy takes my dick like a champ. No lube and no prep.”

“Don’t hurt my Daddy,” Nicky pleaded in a small voice.

“It’s okay, sweet boy,” I reassured him. “I learned a long time ago not to beg your uncle for mercy; it only makes him go harder.”

Nicky’s little cock kicked again, which meant he was excited by the promise of watching me get my brains fucked out through my ass.

Without hesitation or preamble, Sam shoved inside of me, sinking to the hilt, and, without giving me time to adjust to his girth, began fucking me hard and fast, snapping his hips against my ass. I grunted against the invasion and hissed from the burn, but my dick stayed hard because it felt so fucking incredible.

“See how much he likes it, little boy? Too bad your little pricklet isn’t big enough to please your Daddy like this.”

Whereas I loved to praise my boys, Sam got off on humiliation and degradation, but if he made my boy cry, I’d kick his fucking ass. I quickly glanced at Nicky, but he seemed more interested in watching Sam’s cock disappear inside of my ass than the words coming out of Sam’s mouth.

Reaching up, I grasped Nicky’s chin and turned his head toward me. “You please me just fine, baby boy. Daddy loves you.”

Nicky leaned down to kiss me, and between his velvety tongue sliding with mine and Sam thrusting relentlessly into my body, I was close to the brink of ecstasy.

“Gonna fucking…fuck…”

“Nicky put your mouth down here on your Daddy’s cock and catch the mess he’s about to make.”

When I felt the wet heat of his mouth close around the engorged head of my cock, I unleashed a thick load down his throat. He struggled to swallow it all, and I thrust my cock deep, feeling his throat work around my head, convulsing repeatedly, and the sound of him gagging brought on another pulse of cum.

He popped off my cock, his lips still connected to me by a thick string of cum and saliva, and I could see his red, watery eyes and runny nose.

“Jeez, Daddy,” he croaked. “That was a lot.”

“Sorry, baby.” I was not sorry at all.

“You still thirsty, little one?” Sam pulled his cock from my ass. “Come take another drink.” He rolled off the condom, tying it off, and tossed it in the sand.

Nicky bent to suck Sam to the back of his throat, using his little hand in conjunction with his mouth to bring him to the edge. His lips were swollen and glossy from sucking my cock. He’d never looked more gorgeous.

“That’s it, sweet boy, suck my cock like you sucked your Daddy’s. I’ve got a big load I want you to swallow.”

Nicky looked up at him with tear-streaked eyes and nodded. Sam grabbed both sides of Nicky’s head, keeping his mouth prisoner as he painted the back of his throat.

Again, Nicky gagged as he tried to swallow it all, and I sat up, bending my head to take Nicky’s little prick in my mouth. He was probably dying for relief, but he knew he couldn’t come until we did. I sucked hard, and it was easy to take him all the way down my throat. On my second pass, I felt his dick pulse just before a stream of hot seed coated my tongue. He released Sam’s dick to cry out as he came, and I felt immense pride and pleasure that I brought my boy such satisfaction, hopefully even a tenth of what he made me feel.

We washed up and cooled off in the ocean, letting the salty waves wash away the cum and sweat stuck to our bodies, and then we lay in the surf, where the water met the sand, as we stared up at the starry night sky. I passed around the bottle of coconut water. Nicky lay sandwiched between us and slipped his little hands in ours.

“I love you, Daddy, with all my heart.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. With my whole heart.”

“I love you, Uncle Sam. ”

Sam brought their joined hands up to kiss the backs of Nicky’s fingers. “Love you too, little one.”

I knew the love Nicky felt for Sam wasn’t the same as the love he felt for me, but it warmed my heart to hear him say it, and yet it hurt because I wanted Sam to know what it was like to feel this deeply for someone the way I did for Nicky. My wish for him was that he could fall head over heels in love.

To be in love, instead of just loved.