Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I fell in love with Bimini from the second I planted my feet in the sugary white sand. The water was the color of blue topaz, pale and clear. The bright sun glittered like diamonds on the water's surface. Palm trees swayed in the breeze. It was a popular destination, and boats of every size were docked in the shallow waters.

Sam ferried our guests ashore and then came back for us. We took the dinghy to Honeymoon Harbour, where we swam with stingrays. The water was extremely shallow, not coming up much past my thighs, and the stingrays crowded around us, seemingly friendly. It took awhile for me to warm up to the fact that they weren't going to sting me to death, but of course, Nicky took right to it, like a natural. The pictures I snapped of him petting the rays like they were docile puppies were definitely going into the next issue of Salt Life magazine.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Nicky complained. "Can we take Mattie to Big John's for lunch?"

"Sounds perfect," Cass agreed. "I'm starved."

On the way there, he regaled us with the story of his first romantic date with Cass, and because Nicky was an over-sharer, we heard about their moonlight picnic on the beach and how Cass made love to him for the first time.

"Well, thanks Nicky. Now I'm hard and I have to go sit in a damn restaurant," I complained.

"The restaurant has a bathroom," Nicky suggested, giggling. "I could take care of that for you while we're waiting for our food."

The restaurant was as laid-back and cool as he described it. We sat out back on the deck overlooking the water. A band played Caribbean style music and huge fish practically piled on top of each other, jumping out of the water in order to grab scraps of bread and other things diners tossed over the railing.

Nicky absolutely loved that part.

The family seated at the table beside ours had a baby who whined and wailed loudly. Either he'd had too much sun or not enough food, or possibly both, but he looked miserable. Nicky made faces at him, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue, doing silly things to make the baby smile. Miraculously, it worked, not that I was surprised, because Nicky had the ability to charm anyone, no matter what age.

Cass took Nicky's hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Congratulations, sweet boy. You just earned your tenth punch."

Nicky promptly forgot all about the baby and pushed his chair back, springing to his feet as he fist-pumped the air. "Heck yeah!"

Then he seemed to remember we weren't alone, and he quickly sat back down, lowering his voice. "I want a new stuffie, Daddy! That's what I pick for my prize, and I want you to choose it for me. Something you think I'll love, which, of course, I will. Absolutely."

Discreetly, I shared a look with Sam and Cass. We'd already chosen his new stuffie, and I had a feeling he would absolutely love it, just like he claimed.

It wasn't until after dinner, and a walk along the beach to watch the sunset, that we finally made it back to the boat to enjoy the process of gift-giving. Nicky assumed he wouldn't get his prize until we got back to Cooper's Cove, but he was so wrong.

We had a little more than an hour before our guests were due to be picked up, and I knew Cass wanted to make the most of the time we had left. He offered Nicky a gift bag filled with colorful tissue.

"This is for you, little one. For all of your hard work being a good boy."

"For me?" He looked like a little kid on Christmas Eve with the way he squealed and stomped his feet, tearing through the tissue and sending bits of it flying into the air. What happened next was absolutely priceless, and it was a memory I was sure I would never forget. Mostly, it was the look on his face that would stay with me. Nicky reached into the bag and pulled out the stuffed fish, turning it as he examined it, trying to make sense of what species it was.

He was too polite to lie, but despite his words, his face gave him away. "Daddy, I love it! Because it's a fish. I just don't know what kind." I could see his struggle not to show his disappointment and confusion that his Daddy thought that what he would love the most would be the ugliest fish in the store. It looked absurdly comical, with its fat lips and huge, googly eyes.

"What kind of fish is it, Daddy?"

I had to hold my breath and clamp my lips together to keep from busting out laughing.

"It's a blowfish, sweet boy."

Nicky nodded, and then it must have sunk in, and his eyes went wide, and he giggled—his signature sound. "A blow fish? You're too funny, Daddy."

"That's not the best part," I added. "Look in its mouth."

Nicky pried the fat lips apart and gasped. "What is that? Why is there a hole in my fish?"

I'd lubed the thing before I'd inserted it into the fish and wrapped it up. "Stick your finger in there, Nicky. Tell me if it bites."

"Blowfish don't bite, they…" His words died off when he stuck his finger into the fish's mouth. "What is that?"

I couldn't answer, because I was laughing too hard. I laughed until my stomach cramped and my eyes burned with tears.

"Look at that," Cass mused, feigning ignorance. "Someone stuck a fleshlight in that fish's mouth. What a naughty thing to do."

"Daddy!" Nicky looked horrified. "It's just a stuffie, an innocent, sweet little fishy toy for good boys."

"Is that right?" Cass questioned. "Well, the way I see it, good boys say thank you when they receive a gift."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Nicky wrapped his arms around Cass's neck, but he untangled him gently, chuckling. "That's not exactly the kind of thank you I had in mind. The best way to show your appreciation for a present is to make good use of it."

He looked pointedly at the toy, and Nicky's eyes widened as realization dawned. "No! Nooooooo way!"

Cass smirked. Sam arched his brow. I swallowed my last laugh and gloated.

"Good boys would never tell their Daddies no," I insisted. "Pull your pants down, Nicky."

He shook his head vehemently. "I don't want to do naughty things to my stuffie. I love him. "

"I can't think of a better way to show your love for Mr. Blowfish than to let him blow you. Just look at those lips; he was made for blowing."

Sam's shoulders shook, and I knew he was battling to keep his laughter in check. "He wants to give you special kisses, little one."

"You're all terribly mean!" His tone sounded like he was admonishing us, yet his tiny little prick poked through his shorts, a dead giveaway that he was aroused.

"Nicky, stop your false protestations and drop your pants," Cass insisted in his best Daddy voice.

Nicky made a squeaky sound, held onto the fish by biting its fin, and wiggled out of his shorts. He was definitely hard, all four and a half inches of his baby pricklet poking in my direction. He really had the cutest little prick, smooth and pink, with a perfectly cut head that reminded me of a pencil eraser.

"Let me help you, little cousin. You look lost." I grabbed the fish from between his teeth and positioned it in front of his prick. "I'll hold it still for you. All you have to do is push inside his mouth. Just give him a little taste of your sweet pricklet."

Nicky's cheeks pinked with embarrassment. "I don't… I feel…"

"Horny?" I asked.

"Sexy?" Sam asked.

"Naughty?" Cass guessed.

Nicky nodded at each of us .

"Feed me," I said in a high-pitched voice that was supposed to sound like Mr. Blowfish.

Nicky smiled. He looked a little bit panicked, a whole lot of embarrassed, and really, really turned on. I knew how badly he was dying to face fuck that toy. He just needed permission.

He pinched the base of his thin prick between two fingers and fed it between the big, plush lips. It quickly disappeared inside the fleshlight and Nicky sighed with pleasure.

"Mmmm," he moaned, pulling out and sliding back inside.

I was getting hard just watching him fuck the fish. Cass rubbed a hand over his bulge, and Sam unzipped his shorts, sliding his hand inside.

"Ohhhh," Nicky sighed, picking up the pace a little. I let go so he could take control of the fish, grabbing his fins and going to town on his mouth. "Ungh."

"Does that feel good, sweet baby?" Cass asked.

Nicky could only nod as he continued to thrust inside the fish's mouth, slamming its little plush body down on his groin.

"I didn't know fish fucking would be this hot, but there you go," Sam acknowledged, really working his cock now.

Pulling down my shorts, I moved behind Nicky, grasping his hips, so that with every backward thrust from the fish, he slammed his ass against my dick. Cass tossed me a bottle of lube, and I slicked my cock, positioning it so that it slid between Nicky's cheeks with each thrust.

I squeezed his cheeks together to make a tighter fit around my shaft. Nicky continued with his sighs of pleasure, which just sounded filthy, and he encouraged the fish, which shouldn't have been hot, but sort of was.

"Gonna fuck you, Mr. Fishy. Gonna make you swallow my bait."

This whole scenario was so bizarrely out of my wheelhouse that it just turned me on more than I could describe. I felt ridiculously horny, and it wasn't going to take much for me to finish between his cheeks.

"I'm going to paint your hole, baby. Keep talking to that fish. Fuck his big, fat lips."

"Mmmmmm, Mattie, he feels so good. And you feel so good. I wanna come. Can I come, Daddy?"

"Right after Mattie does, sweetheart. You know his pleasure supersedes yours."

"You're nothing but a naughty boy who fucks his stuffies," Sam added. He grunted and blew thick pulses of cum over Nicky's stomach.

Cass stepped forward and aimed his cock at Nicky's stomach, pumping spurt after spurt over his smooth, creamy skin.

"Hurry, Mattie, I'm so close. Please."

Fuck it. I'd love to make it last, but I couldn't, nor could I make Nicky suffer. Pulling back, I grabbed my cock and jacked it, aiming my load at his ass. I painted crisscross ropes of thick white cum over his pale skin, making a mess of him.

"Feed your fishy, baby. Drop your load in his mouth."

Nicky cried out one long moan as he came, pumping his hips into the fish with jerky, uncoordinated movements. He slumped back against my chest, and I supported him, carrying him over to the couch.

I held him in my arms, and he rocked against me, eyes closed, squeezing his fish to his chest.

"What are you gonna name him?"

"BJ."

I laughed. "Of course you are. That's the perfect name for him."

Cass tucked himself away and joined us. "I'm proud of you, my big, brave boy. I know that took big guts."

"Please," I snorted. "He's capable of anything when he's horny enough."

"Even still, it took courage. If you want, Daddy will buy you any stuffie you want, one with no hole in its mouth."

Nicky shook his head. "No thanks. I want this one. We're bonded now."

"Is that right?" Sam asked, sitting next to me. "You know, you're not allowed to use his mouth when we're not around. "

Nicky glared at him hatefully. "That's mean, but I still want him."

"You know what?" I asked. "We should sing the fishy song. For old times' sake."

Nicky giggled, but then protested. "No way. You've already ruined my stuffie. I can't let you desecrate my favorite childhood song."