Author: indieerotica

Learning to Pup (Waggy Tails #1)

Young man Max has recently moved into Phil's apartment complex and he loves helping out his new boss. Phil knows Max's true self, that he's a pup at heart. One day on a walk in the hills, Phil helps Max embrace his pup-self, running around on all fours and acting just like an eager pup should do on a walk. Phil buys Max his first pieces of pup gear, and pup and his Handler have their first play time together where Max is learning the ropes of how to pup.

Learning to Pup is a 6,700 word short story.

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Puppy Max prided himself on being a very good boy. Like all puppies, he loved to run around, he loved to paw at things, to sniff things, and of course, play with his owner, Handler Phil. Puppy Max was quite new to being a pup. In human years, Puppy Max had just turned twenty-one. Handler Phil liked to say Max still had a lot of growing to do. He was quite short, about five foot eight inches, and light enough that Handler Phil could easily scoop Max up in his arms when it was time for a bath, or to get put to bed.

Although he was twenty-one in human years, Handler Phil liked to say Puppy Max was only three in doggy years. But the truth was Puppy Max was even younger than that. About six months. That’s how long he had been a puppy for. Not only did Puppy Max have a lot of growing to do, he also had a lot to learn about being a pup.

Max had been a stray pup. He’d been left behind by those people who were supposed to care for him, and not treated very well when they did remember he existed. That was back in the country, with its open roads and endless fields. Lots of places for young Max to get lost in, but it was lonely being the pup no one wanted. So, Max had run away to the big city. He’d lived in alleys among the cats of the big city, but at heart, he was a pup who just wanted a loving home, and someone to love him in return.

By chance, Max had stumbled into Handler Phil’s life. Handler Phil owned and ran an apartment complex downtown. It was nice and modern with a pool and a gym for guests who would stay a week or two, sometimes a month or two. Max had stumbled into Handler Phil’s open office door one day. He’d been following a help wanted sign, but Handler Phil had known in an instant Max was truly a Puppy. Like many pups without homes and handlers without pups, they were quickly drawn to each other. For instance, Puppy Max’s pup-tail had instantly grown stiff the moment he saw Handler Phil. Like at the pound, in that brief interview in the office, Phil had seen how excited Max’s pup-tail was, he practically wagging it at the thought Handler Phil might take him home.

But Handler Phil was a good man. Although he knew Max was a pup, he also believed pup’s had rights and should have independent lives. Handler Phil offered Puppy Max a deal. It was hard to run a twenty-apartment complex by himself. He needed some help. He needed a pup who could sniff out bad people, clean up the crumbs left by the other guests, and, one day, grow from a pup into a fully-fledged guard dog. Maybe in the future with some pups of his own.

Handler Phil gave Puppy Max his own apartment in the complex, on the ground floor near the gate and the pool. That was so Puppy Max could learn to keep a watch out for intruders and bark at them if needed, while Handler Phil was back in his office or asleep in his penthouse apartment. They called Max’s apartment the kennel. It was the smallest of all of them, but pretty. It had a lot of light, a kitchen, a bedroom, a playroom and all the amenities a puppy could want in his very own kennel. Not to mention it didn’t cost Max anything, and Handler Phil paid Max a wage for his services cleaning the common areas, the apartment, and keeping an eye on the guests when Handler Phil was out on business.

Soon after they’d found each other, Handler Phil bought Puppy Max his very first puppy hood. Max didn’t know what it was when the wrapped-up gift was on his doorstep. He found it with a note which said: Come and play?

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My Boyfriend’s Hot Cowboy Dad

Ozzie and Ezra are a cute gay teenage couple with one important difference from other gay couples. They’ve decided to save their virginity until they’re married.

But with Ozzie being a typical horny teenager, the four years minimum until marriage and finally sex seems like a lifetime and it’s leaving him sexually frustrated. After all, his boyfriend Ezra is a hot jock and it’s a rock-hard situation anytime he’s around.

Enter Elijah, Ezra’s hot cowboy dad—married, though technically separated. When Ozzie spends the night and Ezra goes to bed early, the conversation between Ozzie and Ezra gets really steamy really quickly and it’s making Ozzie see the older man in a whole new light. He’s a sexy, rugged, masculine cowboy…and it’s doing something to Ozzie.

But with Ezra sleeping in the other room, they have to be quiet…so Elijah takes Ozzie into his bedroom. The question now is: Will Ozzie finally alleviate his sexual frustration by cheating on Ezra with his hot cowboy dad?

My Boyfriend’s Hot Cowboy Dad is a 12,000-word short story.

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“Goodnight.” He waved at both me and Elijah.

Elijah gave him a warm expression. “Goodnight, son. Sleep well.”

Ezra walked away, oblivious to how bummed I felt. He marched upstairs until the sound of his door closing confirmed the night was no longer young. He wasn’t careless or anything, and he was always good to me, but things often had to go his way. He probably didn’t realize it, but I did.

Elijah remained on the couch adjacent to mine, his cowboy hat still in place. His and Ezra’s resemblance to each other was much stronger than mine to Dad. He also had a deeper voice than Ezra’s, more like mine. “Ozzie, you don’t have to go to bed right away if you don’t want to. You can hang out here all night, as long as you don’t have the TV on too loud.”

I tried to smile, but feeling stupid soured my mood. “Alone?”

Elijah checked his old flip phone that fit perfectly in the palm of his large hand. “I guess I can join you for a while.”

“I mean…you don’t have to if you really don’t want to.”

“Nah, you’re fine. If anything, I figured you wouldn’t want to hang out with an old man like me.” He let out a low chuckle.

I took a thorough glimpse of him. He might’ve been in his forties, but he kept himself in way better shape than my big bear of a dad who was still in his thirties, not that Dad cared. Elijah was medium-built and toned in a wolfy kind of way, similar to Ezra’s build. Plus, he was actually hot for his age, something I’d come to realize only recently. He was also charming in a way I couldn’t explain, so warm and welcoming whenever I was around him.

My smile grew a bit stronger, but a twitch in my bulge also confused me. “You’re not old.”

“Hey, I had Ezra when I was going on thirty. Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty old.”

“But you’re not even fifty yet. So, no, you’re not that old.” Even if society said otherwise, I personally didn’t think so. Besides, wasn’t age just a number?

“I’ll take that as a compliment, then.” What a nice, toothy smile. Elijah definitely cared about his general hygiene, even if he was unshowered at the moment.

I laughed softly, then sighed after a moment of silence. “Not gonna lie, I kind of wish I could have another beer.”

“You want another?”

My eyebrows rose. “Really? I can have another bottle?”

Elijah shrugged. “It’s beer, not poison. Besides, you’re in my house where it’s safe. Just don’t tell your parents about it.” He winked.

Please. I had to fight them to let me stay here in the first place. Why would I ruin the chance to stay again?”

“Good point.” Elijah got up, adjusted the front of his jeans like I didn’t notice, and headed to the kitchen.

For the first time without Ezra being here, my dick got erect. Why would Elijah need to adjust his bulge? Confusion filled my head. I didn’t know what it meant. I knew I wanted to be sexual with Ezra, but that was part of what the promise ring included. We’d be virgins until marriage, or so we’d promised.

Elijah returned with two bottles of beer. He handed me one, then took a seat back on the couch. He gave me another warm smile. “I can already hear Ezra snoring.”

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Real Brotherly Loving: The Complete 3-Pack Bundle

Carlo harbors illicit desires for his younger brothers—twins Paolo and Marco—but he knows his desires are wrong and he can never have what he wants.

But after coming home from his third year at university, Carlo hears a strange noise in the middle of the night. When he investigates, he's shocked to discover that the twins are having sex with each other. Maybe that illicit desire of his isn't so taboo and far-fetched?

What starts as a surprising act of voyeurism quickly turns into an unexpected instance of dreams coming true when the twins invite their older brother to join them. Together, the three of them will discover what real brotherly loving is all about.

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This three-story collection includes the previously-published stories "Real Brotherly Loving", "Two Become Three", and "Summer Road Trip".

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I quietly went upstairs to Marco and Paolo’s room. The anxiousness took over me, leaving a grin on my face. The central heater was on, so they wouldn’t hear my creaking steps. I tiptoed down the short, squared hallway and stopped at the door on the right, which was cracked open. Their room and mine were the only two upstairs, along with a full bathroom in between that only the three of us used. Mom and Dad had the master bedroom downstairs with their own spa-like bathroom.

I reached the door and peered through the crack. My eyes widened. Boy, oh, boy! Marco stood behind Paolo against a new king-size bed I’d never seen before. They were naked, their clothes on the wood floor.

The central heater turned off, and their heavy breathing was now the only sound.

I fought hard to control my own breaths because of how silent it suddenly was in the whole house. Why were they doing this? When had this been going on? We were family, known by everyone as the Campo brothers because of how much we stood out in a WASP town. We shared the same DNA. We had been raised Catholic and didn’t even believe in cussing, let alone fornication. This was wrong!

Marco rubbed himself in between Paolo’s small, round buns. Both released the horniest breaths I’d ever heard from them. Paolo’s hands were on the edge of the bed while Marco had his arms hanging down, their brown eyes full of lust. It might have been humping, but it was still forbidden.

Yet the more I watched, the bigger the bulge in my jeans grew.

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Summer Road Trip (Real Brotherly Loving #3)

Carlo and his twin brothers, Marco and Paolo, are back together for the summer, ready for a weekend road trip. With high school done for the teen twins, and only a year left of college for Carlo, they waste no time giving each other some real brotherly loving. Being the horndogs they are, hot sex is the highlight of their adventurous vacation. However, the three brothers are no longer settling for anything minimal like they’ve been doing all this time. Instead, they’re going to take it all the way, pain or no pain.

And who knows? Maybe Carlo and Paolo could finally be next in line for their virginities to be taken like Marco’s was, even though the twins have hung monsters for a virgin to be scared of. But if they go all the way, who will take whom? Could there be room for two lucky brothers inside one?

At the same time?

Summer Road Trip is an 11,500-word short story.

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Waking up naked was different from wearing PJs all my life, especially in a conservative little town in the northern states of America. But what made it more taboo was having Marco and Paolo on either side of me, sharing blood and DNA just as much as we shared our forbidden love through heart and body. My eighteen-year-old identical twin brothers. Yep, I could get used to this new life—spoiled even. Who cared if they had their own room with a king-size bed? I had my own little apartment in the basement of our small farmhouse, also with a king-size bed that made room for them every single night while Mom and Dad were asleep—we set an alarm on our phones.

There was one problem, though. Sex. And lots of it. Well, maybe not sex in and of itself, but the fact that I had beautiful twins for brothers was a constant distraction if we were in the same room. Being naked together didn’t help, especially with their sexy bodies, hence the reason I’d come three times last night before bed—with them, of course. How many would there be this morning?

It was Friday, the start of the weekend. Well, for the three of us because we’d planned a road trip for the weekend, the first of hopefully many. I was still in bed, smiling at my sleeping brothers on either side of me. Soon, they would wake up when the alarm went off. I smiled at the thought of embarking on a new adventure in my life—in our lives. Now that it was summer, it was the perfect time to celebrate the end of my third year of college and the twins’ last year of high school.

Marco and Paolo’s emotional high school graduation in May had brought me to tears the moment I’d watched them walk across the stage together with proud faces—yes, together. From teasing and bickering just a few years back, to the most beautiful bond a brotherhood could offer. It wasn’t even all about the hot sex, but also our feelings for each other. While it would take a while longer for the shame to go away because of the social stigma, I knew more than ever that I couldn’t be apart from them in a sexual sense.

But what about romantically? What would that be like? How did it work, and when could it happen? Did it hurt as much as those with broken hearts claimed it did? I had never fallen in love with anyone before, not even when I’d been Jenny’s boyfriend for over six months, an exhausting lie I was relieved to finally be out of.

Jenny. She had been as heartbroken as I’d worried she’d be, but I’d had no choice. The love and happiness hadn’t existed on my part. I still felt like a coward because I couldn’t have told her the truth. Now, she believed I would join the monastery after I graduated from university next year. I’d be twenty-two by then, still young enough for that kind of life, since it was more common to start young. While she had wanted to be supportive, given she was more faithfully Catholic than I was, she’d needed time to ponder whether she could talk to me again. Well, we did see each other at church every Sunday, but she’d put me on ignore for the time being. She wasn’t ready yet, and I couldn’t blame her. I prayed she’d find a man who could truly love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I cuddled against Paolo who slept on my left side, the wall side. My average-size erection grew with anticipation from both the feeling of him and his natural manly scent. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, longish and beanie-friendly—the twins often wore beanies. I planted a light kiss on the nape of his neck, and another, and another. Why did I now feel dreamy about him? Well, about both of my brothers, but Paolo seemed to love me as beyond just a sibling, which made me question my own feelings and emotions.

The next thing I knew, Marco snuggled with me. My backside felt good against his frontside. Unlike Paolo, he showed his feelings less often, but still enough for me to see how his heart worked and what it told me (in private). While he probably might not feel exactly what Paolo did, he still acted as if he had a crush on me whenever he felt bold enough to reveal his heart to me. Taking after our macho father, it wasn’t a surprise he had slowly warmed up to being that way with me. We were supposed to be the Campo men who never cried, after all.

Marco let out a little moan, telling me how comfortable he was. He rubbed his monster erection slowly against my trimmed crack.

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Cucking Daddy: Part 6: The Homecumming

The wedding is off. Christian has made his choice, deciding he is better suited for a life of uninhibited hedonism instead of monogamy with his father. Daniel just wants to leave and forget the trip ever happened. But Christian has become quite the local celebrity during his stay. Plenty of people have heard about the boy’s sexual prowess.

And there are always those who would like to sample the fruits of paradise while they linger.

The Homecumming is an 1,800-word short story and the conclusion to the Cucking Daddy series.

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It was not the honeymoon that Daniel had expected.

Of course, it was not the wedding that he had planned and paid for, either. The guests had long since gone back to their cabins. All of the food in the mess hall had been devoured. No one bothered to wait very long to see if he or his son would make an appearance. In the end, the resort employees had taken down the decorations.

Daniel was informed that he would not be getting a refund, either.

In the end, there was nothing to do but pack up and return home. Daniel knew he would be facing a lot of uncomfortable questions after he arrived. There was the matter of so much money that went missing from the church fund. He would be lucky if he could continue preaching after this.

His car was parked in the Bunny Burrow section. Daniel had not been here since he first arrived. It looked much the same as he remembered.

Quite a few of the guests recognized him. Some refused to meet his gaze while others shook their heads and laughed quietly.

Daniel couldn’t blame them.

He was loading his son’s luggage into the car when Christian came out. The sight made Daniel give pause. Christian was dressed very differently than how he had arrived. A thin, sheer muscle shirt covered his upper half—albeit barely. Jean shorts cut off just above the crotch kept him from flashing everyone.

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Cucking Daddy: Part 5: The Wedding

The big day has arrived. It is time for Christian to walk down the aisle and say his vows. In a matter of hours, he will be married to his father in a holy ceremony. The only thing left is the pomp and circumstance of formality and then he can put the previous week behind him forever.

Some sins refuse to stay buried, though. And some temptations are harder to avoid than others.

And some boys were never meant to be tied down.

Cucking Daddy: Part 5: The Wedding is a 6,500-word short story.

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“There’s a stain on the tablecloth!”

“Has anyone folded the napkins?”

“This dessert is going to melt if it stays out in the sun!”

“I can’t find the little silver spoons we ordered.”

All around Christian was pandemonium. Voices raised up toward the ceiling of the reception area, blending together. Occasionally, someone would shout loud enough to be heard above the cacophony.

It was never his father’s voice, though. They were once again abiding by tradition. The groom was not to lay eyes on his boy bride before the ceremony. Christian had found this out after he got up that morning.

In truth, Christian wasn’t as anxious to see his father. He feared what the minister might see if he took one look at Christian’s face. The poor young man was a bundle of nerves. Only a part of those anxieties had to do with it being his wedding day.

This had been the worst, most confusing week of his life. His father had brought him here, describing it as a paradise. Christian had expected the two of them to spend a fun-filled week doing camp activities and spending time together before they tied the knot.

He had barely laid eyes on his father in that entire time. Worse, Christian still wasn’t sure if his hole was back to normal.

True to his word, Mick was ready the moment Barkley left the cabin. They spent the entire day together. Neither one of them dressed the whole time. It was a bright, sunny day filled with all of the most debaucherous sex acts Christian had hoped for.

Mick had taken Christian on every single square inch of the cabin. He was pounded on the couch, drilled doggy style across the kitchen table, slammed up against the wall, and rode Mick’s cock like a bronco cowboy on the bed Mick shared with his son. They had fucked in the shower afterward as well.

The next day, Christian wanted to cry. He hid in his bedroom and refused to come out, only slipping away when the coast was clear to get food. No matter how many times he scrubbed or how hard, Christian couldn’t erase the memories. They tormented him in his sleep. He kept dreaming about Mick and the Bull, each of them taking turns using his helpless little body.

Except, in his dreams, Christian wasn’t helpless. He had welcomed everything they did, just like he had in real life. There were moments when a memory would boil to the surface, of what it had felt like to be so thoroughly taken by men like Da—like Mick and the Bull. During those moments, Christian’s body would burn hot. He would begin sweating and panting like a dog in heat. His cock would grow rock-hard and soak his shorts with pre-jizz.

It had been like that for two days. Now, with the wedding in just a few hours, Christian sat off to the side by himself at a table. The mess hall was being converted into the reception area for when the ceremony was over. Guests in Owl Village were simply told that it was reserved for a private party and that was it.

Christian had been awake for hours, unable to sleep for more than a few at a time. His dreams kept him awake. His little cock was sore from jerking himself.

Hopefully, his father wouldn’t notice.

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My Straight Brother’s Bubble Butt

Tatum has wanted his straight big brother, Tucker, since middle school. Now that they’re almost done with high school, their close brotherhood is about to get even closer. Just like Tucker has always had Tatum’s back as the supportive big brother he is, Tatum finally gets to have Tucker’s back…physically.

My Straight Brother's Bubble Butt is a 3,500-word short story.

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Because I was a gay teen and frequently horny, I’d had tons of hot sex compared to other high school boys in this coastal town down south (who were probably all straight). It had all been with a cute fuck buddy who’d gone off to college last year. I’d given him plenty of head and bottomed a lot for him; the latter was much to my discomfort. I had a thick nine-incher that had intimidated him, hence the reason I’d been stuck being a total bottom.

I’d loved eating his butt, though. He’d gone crazy for my tongue, and it’d been our favorite thing to do together until we’d both come hard. I didn’t care if he was on the flatter side back there, since I was an ass guy who thought it was the sexiest part of the male body.

Now, I was ready for my first incestuous experience with Tucker: to eat my straight brother’s bubble butt. I’d fantasized about doing it since middle school when I’d begun to develop forbidden feelings for him. I’d just never thought it would happen after all these years. Before my first experience with rimming, I hadn’t watched any porn—gay, straight, or bi—much less even heard about it from anyone because people in town were generally more traditional with stuff. I’d just had thoughts about it barging into my mind out of nowhere. Given that Tucker and I were on the verge of graduating high school soon—he’d failed a year—it meant I got even more experience by the time we started college, beyond just eating butt.

Standing tall in our shared bedroom, facing each other, Tucker was probably feeling weird and uncomfortable, but he knew I’d never force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. It was nerve-wracking enough for me to have brought up the subject of rimming in the first place. Besides, he was here for a specific reason. He knew exactly what we were about to do, which made me feel like the luckiest brother ever.

Tucker took off his baseball T-shirt and gym shorts, keeping only his classic-style jockstrap and white gym socks on. His smooth and ripped body alone made my leaking boner stiffer than ever.

He gave my naked body a once-over, a leaner version of his medium build with a little less muscle definition (but still toned). “So…should I get naked, too?” he asked.

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Cucking Daddy: Part 4: The Morning After

Christian has never felt so ashamed in his life. He has never been more confused, nor left wanting something that he knows is wrong for him. The wedding is only a few days away. He should be able to keep himself locked up in the cabin and avoid any more temptation after lessons with the Bull.

Unfortunately, at Camp Wannakukka, temptation lurks around every corner.

Cucking Daddy: Part 4: The Morning After is a 5,200-word short story.

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The sunlight hurt poor Christian’s eyes.

It was daybreak. The sun was rising up over the tiptop’s of the trees surrounding the camp grounds. Gravel crunched under the sneakers he wore. The laces whipped back and forth at his ankles.

He hadn’t bothered to tie them before leaving. Christian had been in far too big of a hurry. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to ask about the time. He was even less sure how the Bull knew that it was nearly dawn.

When Christian’s ears registered this, he flew into a panic. He and the Bull had been fucking all night long. Christian had lost track of everything except what he and Bull experienced together. The news that it was the next day sent Christian scrambling for his clothes. He had dressed as best he could in the dim light of the shed and taken off at once.

This explained his disheveled appearance. The white undershirt he wore was on backwards. The overshirt, in turn, was open and exposed. Christian didn’t take the time to button the top of his slacks. As such, they hung loosely on his hips as he walked back toward Bunny Burrow.

The walk of shame, he had heard one of his classmates say.

It all seemed so unreal now. Everything that the Bull did to Christian’s body had pushed him over the edge. It was everything Christian had secretly hoped for and nothing at all like what he had expected.

Parts of his body ached. His little legs felt stiff. There were places all over his arms that spasmed when he moved them.

Nothing ached more than his hole, though. Christian had spent the entire night learning just how far a human sphincter could stretch. It was mind-blowing how talented the Bull had been at using a young man’s body like his. In the end, Christian could only beg for more of the same filthy, depraved treatment.

The Bull had been all too happy to oblige. He had lasted all night, after all.

Memories of the previous night swam before Christian’s eyes. Those caused his body to react. His hole flexed and spasmed. Something gurgled deep within his guts.

Fearful, Christian clamped down as hard as he could. After staying up all night and having his poor tender boypussy battered and abused in every conceivable manner possible, closing seemed out of the cards. No amount of clenching would shut it completely.

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Cucking Daddy: Part 3: The Desecration

It was supposed to be a party. That was all Christian wanted—a chance to make a few new friends and escape the drudgery of staying sequestered in the cabin. Christian isn’t the type of boy who regularly attends parties, though, and the one he is going to has some startling surprises in store.

They say that the fruit of temptation is at its ripest when it appeals to the darkness in one’s own heart. What secrets has Christian been keeping from himself? One man at Camp Hawk knows.

Christian is in for the night of his life, but it won’t be his honeymoon!

Cucking Daddy: Part 3: The Desecration is a 7,900-word short story.

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“I’m ready.”

Christian took a step back and studied himself. His reflection in the full-length mirror showed a small young man with a petite frame. If Christian were honest, he didn’t look eighteen-years-old. The small-sized clothes he wore barely fit him.

Christian had gone with his Sunday best, a white undershirt concealed by a brown button-up dress shirt and dark slacks. He had combed his blond hair as well. It lay flat against his pale face.

A belt held the pants up. He would have worn his shiny Sunday shoes, but those were still packed in his suitcase. Christian had brought those thinking he might wear them at the wedding. Daddy had told him his wedding clothes were already picked out, but Christian liked being prepared.

Just in case, he wore his sneakers tonight. Christian had already laced them up. The ties stuck out underneath his slacks a little. Overall, though, he thought he looked good. Saying as much out loud helped quell the nervousness he felt, but only a little bit.

“I can do this,” he said, speaking again to his reflection.

Try as he might, Christian couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. At the very least, Daddy would not approve of his actions this evening. Christian wasn’t exactly a party person. His father frowned on him going to parties where there was loud music and drinking. The most entertainment Christian saw was at youth group meetings.

“It’s just a party, though,” he told himself.

He hadn’t informed Mick or Barkley of his plans. They might not approve either. Or, he reasoned, they might not care either way. There was the possibility that they would tell his father, however. Christian decided it was safer to keep the details of his evening to himself. If either one asked, he was going out to see some friends he had made earlier today and would be back soon.

It was the truth, after all, even if he felt guilty for leaving out certain details. “Besides,” he added, “the other guys will have their own fathers there.”

Even though, he remembered, those boys had sex with men besides their own dads. And their fathers did the same with other boys. It went against everything his own father had taught him. Sex between a father and son was supposed to be sacred. It was something secret, but also according to God’s will.

“But,” he tried vainly, “they were nice enough to me…”

Christian wasn’t sure who he was arguing with. He had already gotten changed. It was clear he intended to go. The butterflies in his stomach weren’t strong enough to stop that.

“Besides,” he added, a little more tersely than he’d intended, “it’s not like Daddy is around to stop me.”

His father had once again failed to show. No one was waiting for Christian when he came back from Hawk’s Nest. Asking around, Christian confirmed that Daddy never came by. He was once again too busy with wedding preparations to see how Christian was doing.

“If Daddy can be busy doing stuff all week long,” Christian decided, squashing down the nervousness in his tummy, “I can be busy for one night.”

A fresh wave of apprehension struck, but Christian stayed firm. His eyes took on a steely resolve in the reflection of the mirror. Nodding at himself, Christian made one last check of his clothes before heading out. Not a stitch on his body looked out of place.

With that, Christian crept toward the bedroom door. It creaked slightly when he opened it, betraying his presence. A quick peek out into the hallway confirmed that no one was around to hear it.

Christian sighed with relief. Mick and Barkley had already gone to bed. He only needed to listen closely for the sounds of Barkley moaning. Mick was feeding his heavy cock to his son yet again. The bed springs behind their bedroom door groaned loud enough to echo through the thick panel and into Christian’s ears.

Swallowing the lump that formed in his dry throat, Christian eased the door closed behind him and sneaked quietly toward the entrance. He half-hoped to find his father waiting for him in the living area—an unexpected surprise visit to make up for being absent all week long.

No one was waiting for Christian when he tip-toed through, however. The front door made no noise as Christian walked out into the dusk. The sun had already begun to set. Cliff hadn’t given Christian a time to arrive for the party. He had only said it would take place “after dark”.

Given that there was hardly any light left, Christian felt secure that he was leaving at a good time. The lack of light meant it would be harder for people to see him. He was wearing dark clothes as well, which added to the camouflage.

Crickets sang their sweet summer tune as Christian moved across the compound. The entrance to Bunny Burrow lay ahead. His footfalls were light as he passed through the gate, leaving the familiar circle of cabins behind.

It only took him a moment to find Hawk’s Nest. Christian had been worried he would run into the same trouble as before, wandering in the dark trying to read signs that lead him in all directions. This time, he turned left and followed the path in the opposite direction of the one he took that morning.

The gravel trail was deserted. No one besides Christian was out that evening, on foot or traveling by vehicle. The woods surrounding him seemed spookier at night. There was very little light to go by except for the moon.

Christian could hear his heart pounding in his chest. With each step he took, it felt like thunder was crashing inside his body. Still, he pressed onward.

Fortunately, Christian didn’t have to go very far. To his amazement, Hawk’s Nest lay just up ahead. The road didn’t feel nearly as winding as it had earlier that day. He could hear the festivities going on well before he arrived at the gate.

Christian stood in front of the entrance for a moment, looking past at the camp grounds inside. “This is it,” he said to himself. “Remember, it’s just a party.”

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Cucking Daddy: Part 2: The Invitation

It has been a couple days since Christian has laid eyes on his father. Daddy has been keeping busy preparing for the wedding. The problem is that Camp Wannakukka isn’t the sort of place you leave a lonely boy alone at for very long. Pretty soon, Christian finds himself exploring the grounds.

It is in another location on the resort grounds that Christian makes a few new friends, as well as a few startling discoveries.

The Invitation is a 4,600-word short story.

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Christian accepted the glass of lemonade from Barkley. The outside had already begun sweating. Beads of moisture clung to the glass the same way they did to the brow of the minister’s son.

“No problem,” said Barkley, taking a seat beside Christian. “Sleep good last night?”

Christian dodged the question by taking a long pull from the glass. The lemonade was slightly tart, but refreshing. Noon hadn’t arrived yet, but it was already sweltering. His body was desperate for something to keep cool with.

“Decent enough,” he answered after lowering the glass. Christian’s eyes did not meet Barkley’s, however. “I guess I just miss my dad is all.”

Barkley nodded sympathetically. “Don’t blame you,” he replied, folding both arms behind his head. “I’d be missing my old man something fierce. Stinks that they put you two in different camp grounds.”

Christian took another drink from his glass. He had very nearly gone straight home. Dad was livid after they walked in on Barkley and his own father going at it on the couch. Mr. Wyatt was called immediately and had to come straight down.

Christian’s Dad wanted his son moved to a different area at once. It took several tries on Mr. Wyatt’s part before his father was convinced that there was simply no other place to accommodate them. It was summertime, after all—their busiest part of the year. Cancellations did happen, but unless another guest pulled out, Christian would have to remain with Barkley and his father, Mick.

Daniel was further appeased when Mick stepped in and apologized once more. Mick smoothed things over by swearing that he and his son would behave themselves around Christian. Christian himself promised to stay in his room when he wasn’t making use of the camp’s facilities.

In the end, Daniel acquiesced and Christian settled in.

Spending time together proved a lot harder than Daniel or Christian thought, however. Sure, there were lots of things to do. The Arts & Crafts building was always open during the day. Sons could use paints to draw pictures for their fathers while the dads made little keychains or wallets for their sons.

A lifeguard was always by the lake in case someone wanted to go swimming. They could also use a paddle boat or take a canoe out in the deep regions of the water. A dock had also been set aside farther down for fathers to take their boys fishing.

The camp also had a rec hall. Most of the games were old-fashioned, like ping-pong and foosball. There were also a couple of pool tables, though, and an air hockey table. It was a great place to be when the summer sun hung high in the sky.

Unfortunately, Daniel spent most of his time apart from Christian. He had been right when he told his son that planning a wedding was difficult. It turned out to be even harder than Daniel realized.

In fact, the camp staffer had been waiting at their cabin when they got back from breakfast the next morning, ready to get started. Every single little detail had to be approved by Daniel. This left poor little Christian with a lot of free time on his hands.

It was not a good thing to leave a young boy alone and bored, even under the best of circumstances. A place like Camp Wannakukka was especially not safe.

And then there were the nights.

True to his word, Mick no longer engaged in any sexual antics with his son while Christian was around. They also abstained from the casual nudity that Bunny Burrow members partook in. Father and son remained fully clothed while inside the cabin. Neither did more than a subtle touch or light kiss on the lips while Christian was around.

That didn’t mean their relationship was chaste. Christian had been serenaded each night with the sounds of Mick making wild, passionate love to his boy. The two could go for hours, and often did.

Christian would lie awake on his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind raced while his body throbbed. Barkley would scream, crying out over his dad’s sexual prowess. The sounds and the filthy language they used made Christian’s flesh burn.

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