Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.
Ted Saunders and his twin sons, Clyde and Cliff, have never heard of Camp Wannakukka. But their neighbors, father Omar Thompson and his son, Jimmy, swear by the place. True, the two sides of the fence haven’t always gotten along. Saunders and his household are devout Christians while the Thompsons are more agnostic. But the camp has a way of bringing families closer together.
Of course, there are those with their own agendas as well…
Son Swap - Part 1 is a 3,700-word short story and part 1 in a 10-part series.
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Excerpt
As soon as we were out of town, I grabbed Jimmy by the back of the neck. “Okay, boy!” I said sternly. “Assume the position.”
Jimmy resisted, but I held on tight. After a moment, he gave up and lay himself across my lap. The shorts he wore clung to his pert little behind perfectly. I savored the view for a second, feeling my cock getting hard. Jimmy could feel it too, judging by the way he shifted.
“Pull ’em down,” I ordered.
I was talking loud enough for Saunders and his sons to hear. The twins faced forward in the seats in front of us, but I noticed how they kept glancing back. Jimmy, meanwhile, slowly began to lower his shorts. The elastic hem slid down far enough to expose the crack of his rear.
My cock jumped at the sight. Jimmy felt it and gave his ass a little shake as the shorts moved around his creamy white peaches. Little white hairs sprang out around those twin globes.
I salivated a little at the sight. “You really should have learned better by now,” I told my son in a mock-threatening voice. “Now you’re gonna get it.”
Bringing my hand down, I slapped it across Jimmy’s left cheek. “One,” I called out, leaving behind a nasty red handprint. “Two…”
The slaps began to fill the interior of the SUV. “Three…” I said, marking my son’s bottom again. “Four…”
Clyde and Cliff kept glancing back. I could tell they were uncomfortable. One of the twins tried to adjust himself without being noticed. I caught the movement and grinned. The little freak was getting off on it.
“Five…” I announced louder. “Six!”
They weren’t the only ones watching either. Saunders was staring at Jimmy and I through the rearview mirror. He was doing a decent job of staying on the road at the same time. His fancy new vehicle must have been designed with an auto-drive feature. Either way, his eyes stayed rooted on my son’s marked-up peaches the whole time. He even shifted a bit in his seat, which let me know he was getting hard.
I always knew the man was secretly a pervert.