Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

With our guests back on board, we made our way back up the East Coast with a planned stop in Ft. Lauderdale overnight. We arrived the following afternoon, docking at the marina, and our guests debarked.

"Does anyone want to go ashore?" Cass asked.

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 white Speedo I'd ever 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 with heat. "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 his puffy 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.

"Now rub it up and down your tongue." He did exactly as I asked, keeping his eyes on me the entire time, awaiting further instruction. "Lick the tip, Nicky."

His tongue felt like warm velvet. His first few licks were tentative, as if he were unsure he was doing it right, but then he became bolder, dipping his tongue in my slit. My body tensed, and a couple drops of precum pulsed from my tip.

"Lick that up, little one. Tell Mattie how good he tastes."

He swirled his tongue over his lips and then popped up on his feet to kiss me. He slid his tongue in my mouth and I captured it, suckling on it. When he pulled back, he whispered, "Your cum tastes so good. I can't wait for a whole mouthful."

His first time, my fucking ass. Only a seasoned pro could talk my dick into coming just from his words. The only inexperienced one here was me, but with Nicky and Sam as my teachers, I was going to learn a whole lot real quick.

Cass settled across from us on a lounger. At first, I thought he was scrolling on his phone, but then I realized he was either taking pictures or recording us. The idea of it turned me on even more. I'd never been filmed before, but I trusted Cass that my pictures wouldn't end up on the internet. If for no other reason than he would never exploit his boy like that.

Sam's hand trailed down my stomach to tickle the inside of my thigh. I'd waited so long for his touch. It was just as thrilling, if not more so, than Nicky's mouth. "Do you think you can fit that big head in your little mouth?" Sam asked.

"I can try, Uncle Sam."

Sam chuckled in my ear, sending hot shivers down my spine. "Maybe I can help you stretch your little lips."

Nicky nodded as he tried to stuff my cock in his mouth. Try being the operative word since I knew his mouth could open a lot wider than that. He was pretending for our sake, and for his own. Sam stuck both his forefingers into Nicky's mouth and stretched his lips wide around my cock head. Watching him receive assistance to fit my head just made my tip even wetter.

"Praise him," Sam whispered.

I stroked his cheek. "You're so good at this, Nicky. Your mouth feels so good on my cock."

Nicky looked up at Sam and shook his head.

"What, what did I do wrong?" I asked.

"Don't call it a cock. Only Daddies and uncles have cocks because we're bigger. Nicky has a little pricklet, and because you're more of a middle, you have a dick. That's what he wants you to call it." Nicky nodded around my dick.

I was so confused. "What's a middle?"

"Not quite little, like Nicky, more of a teenage brat."

Yep, that was me then, the big brother, or cousin, or whatever he wanted to call me when he got his rocks off. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. I bet it would drive Nicky nuts.

"Can you stuff more of my dick in your mouth, Nicky?"

He nodded again, taking another two inches. The tight, wet heat of his mouth felt incredible, and if he just applied a little bit of suction, I probably wouldn't last much longer.

"Bob your head up and down on my dick. Take it all the way to the back of your little throat. "

His hand was in his bathing suit, playing with himself. I loved that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Careful Nicky, you know the rules," Cass reminded him.

Nicky popped off my dick to say, "Yes, Daddy. The rule is I cannot come until everyone else does."

"And why is that?" Sam asked.

"Because I'm nothing but a receptacle for your cum. My pleasure is the least important of all."

"That's right, sweet baby, you're just a pretty cum dump."

Holy fuck. He got off on this shit? I couldn't judge because I was getting off on it too. For an annoying little nerd, Nicky was an undercover freak!

I palmed the back of his head, applying gentle pressure. "What if I wanted to see you gag on my dick? I've never heard someone choke on it before. Can I gag you?"

Nicky nodded, gagging himself willingly. His eyes teared up, his nose began to run, and drool ran down the sides of his lips. He was making a fucking mess all over my dick, and I'd never been more turned on in my life. The sound of his gagging made another couple of drops pulse from my tip.

"So beautiful, Nicky. I love to watch you gag on it. Love to watch you suck me."

That little bit of praise seemed to encourage him even more. He doubled his efforts, trying his best to take my entire length down his throat. More gagging, more drooling, and I was on the edge, ready to lose control.

"That's it, baby. Suck me harder. Suck your brother's dick. Make me come."

He looked up at me with wide eyes, nostrils flared, and pulled out all the stops. Sam slid his thumb inside my mouth and I sucked on it like a cock, wishing it actually was. "I'm gonna blow."

"Open wide, sweet little Nicky. Your brother's got a thick load for you."

He nodded as he sucked, and a wave of pleasure crested in my belly, spreading warmth down my thighs. The muscles in my thighs and abs tightened, ass clenching, and I shot with a loud grunt over his tongue, coating it in my thick seed.

He gulped it down and then opened his mouth wide to show us proof, turning toward Cass so he could take a picture of his clean tongue. I'd never seen anything so hot.

"Fuck, Nicky, for that being your first time, you sure knew what you were doing," I teased.

"I hope you were paying attention, because it's your turn now."

Sam wanted me to suck his cock? Fuck yeah, drop your pants.

Nicky sat back on his feet so I could join him on the floor, sinking to my knees beside him. Sam wriggled out of his shorts and held his hard cock in his fist, like an offering to our hungry mouths.

"Just watch your brother and do what he does. If you need help, just ask." Sam grasped my chin, raising my head until our eyes met. "Time to train that filthy mouth of yours. Next time you mouth off to me, you might just get a cock stuffed in it."

I sure fucking hope so.

I followed Nicky's lead, licking where he licked, sucking where he sucked, our tongues sliding together over Sam's wet head. Nicky paused to kiss me, his tongue diving into my mouth. It was just as passionate and filthy as our first kiss in Sam's bathroom. Nicky was just so eager, and he put his entire self into the kiss, all of his wants and needs. My body was fueled by lust, driven by hormones and instinct, and, although I'd just come hard, I wanted more.

Needed it.

"Two beautiful boys worshiping my cock. I'm not gonna last," Sam warned. "You getting this on film, Cass?"

"Every second of it," he grinned, rubbing his cock. "Later, we'll play it back for Mattie, so he can improve his performance next time."

Damn, the way they were talking about me felt like a mild form of degradation, and it was making my cock all the way hard again. I was as bad as Nicky, getting off on this shit. I'd never seen a porno like this, but here I was, starring in my own real-life porn .

My jaw was beginning to ache, but if Nicky hadn't complained, I wouldn't either. I was going to drain Sam—and then Cass—with Nicky's help.

"Lick my balls," Sam told me, tugging on my hair. I felt like a kept pet, like… his slave boy. Sam was my master; he pulled the strings, and I danced for him. I didn't have to think, I only had to obey.

I fucking loved this shit.

I was Sam's boy. That was my new role. I just hoped it wasn't temporary, like every other good thing in my life.

I sucked on his balls, one at a time, and his fingers tightened in my hair. Nicky's cheek bumped mine when he sucked Sam down to the root, and I felt Sam tense.

"Nicky, you did so fucking good, baby, but this belongs to Mattie."

Nicky popped off his cock with a loud slurp and offered it to me, bouncing it against my lips. I opened, but before I could swallow him down, he shot over my tongue.

"Drink it, boy. Swallow my load."

Every fucking delicious drop. I could never have guessed how much I would love the taste of it.

Nicky plastered his lips to mine, sucking on my tongue like a damn Hoover vacuum. When he pulled off, he said, "Cousins share."

I smirked. "Thought we were brothers. "

"I don't care what you call it, as long as I get to call you my family."

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 his Speedo and 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 was doing 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.