Author: indieerotica

Cucking Daddy: 6-Pack Bundle

​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.

​Christian is both nervous and excited, for it's here at Camp Wannakukka that he'll finally be married to the man of his dreams—his father. They'll have a beautiful ceremony and a wild wedding night and honeymoon.

​But these dreams are interrupted when Christian meets the other sexy older men​ at Camp Wannakukka. He loves and wants to marry his father, but he also can't resist temptation and wants to make the most of his time here at Camp. But what will his father think of this?

​Cucking Daddy: 6-Pack Bundle collects all six parts of the Cucking Daddy series in a 31,800-word bundle.

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“Wake up, sleepyhead! We’re almost there.”

Christian’s eyes fluttered open. The steady purring of the engine had made him doze off. The small, slender eighteen-year-old rubbed sleep from his tired eyes and gave a cute yawn. He saw that they were on a winding road, one that was not paved. Gravel crunched underneath the wheels. There was the occasional soft splash of a mud puddle underneath the vehicle from a recent rainfall.

Outside, the green scenery whizzed past. Deep oak trees and thick pine stood at the very edge of the dirt road they traveled on. The last thing Christian remembered was them driving through a town. They had long since left it behind, judging by the lack of any signs of civilization out the passenger window.

“Where are we?” Christian asked his father, who was sitting next to him in the driver’s seat.

Daniel smiled, letting his eyes leave the road for a brief moment so he could rake them down over his precious boy’s small frame.

“We’re right about at the camp grounds,” Daniel explained, pointing. “See?”

Christian had to take his seatbelt off and peer up over the dashboard. He had been slouching in his sleep and his short frame didn’t help. When he could see, though, the young man old let out a soft gasp.

Up ahead were twin poles rising out of the earth on each of the road. They formed a gate with a sign that arched high overhead. The sign was made of wood and had been hand-carved. Words were printed on it, and as Daniel slowed the car down, Christian was able to read what they said.

“’Welcome to Camp Wannakukka,’” he read aloud.

“This is the place,” Daniel said, grinning to himself. “Told you I could find it without a GPS app, didn’t I?”

Christian settled back into his seat and put his seatbelt back on. The clasp went back into the slot with a ‘snap’. The belt, however, had pushed his My Hero Academia t-shirt up, exposing his belly.

Daniel saw this. His tongue slipped out between his lips. It ran along the lower half, wetting his lip and spreading a small trail of slimy drool on his chin. He had neglected to shave that morning. Fortunately, Daniel wasn’t the type who needed to. He could let his stubble grow for almost a week before it started to show.

Christian didn’t notice the look his father was giving him. He was too occupied with what lay outside his window. Or rather, what wasn’t.

“Is this really a special camp, Daddy?” he asked, growing worried.

Daniel tore his gaze away and went back to the road. “It sure is,” the father said with some assurance in his voice. “I learned all about it from one of my friends online. Someone built this place for people like us so we won’t have to hide. Isn’t that wonderful?”

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A Reanimation to Remember

After the death of his first love, Craig, Felix meets a mysterious man who gives him a proposition to bring Craig back to life. The catch? Felix and Craig have to take part in a study that records the interactions between humans and reanimated corpses. Why is this experiment a problem? Because they'll be watched with every single thing they do, including the most-intimate moments.

Despite his reluctance, Felix can at least have Craig back, which makes him so happy. Unfortunately for Craig, his new state is anything but pleasant. It's bad enough that he can't be seen in public without a mask. He can't even see his own family!

Now, Felix has to make a choice. He could continue with the experiment indefinitely, facing a rough life with no privacy. Or he could simply break it. But if he chooses the latter?

He'd lose Craig forever.

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Someone knocked on the door several times in an off-kilter pattern. Felix’s eyes fluttered until he was fully awake. He lifted himself and sat on the edge of his full-size bed, yawning. Should he change out of his shorts into something decent? Or just throw on a T-shirt? Then again, maybe if whoever it was saw him shirtless and in this mood, they’d get the hint and leave him alone. Just because it was still his birthday didn’t mean he needed company. He’d already ignored his neighbors’ texts to go out to a bar as their way of cheering him up. They didn’t know Craig the way he did; they wouldn’t understand the grief.

Felix grabbed his phone from the nightstand and glanced at the screen. He’d napped for three hours. He might as well have gone to sleep for the whole night. He placed the phone back on the surface and stood up. He glanced at the large window just a few feet to his left in the center of the living space, the only window in the unit. The lamp posts shone the path for the horse-drawn vehicles that strolled down the brick road with routinely pristine pavement on either side. He managed a tiny, reminiscent smile at the times he and Craig had ridden a carriage, since motor vehicles were forbidden in town. They’d hung out at various places as a two-man adventure, especially in the woods at the main park, their favorite spot.

Another few knocks.

Felix rolled his eyes and trudged just feet away toward the entry door. If only he could afford a larger unit than his 300-square-foot one to fit more stuff, but the prices for the one- and two-bed chased his wallet away.

He stopped to rub his eyes from the temptation to crawl back into bed, and he let out another yawn.

More knocks.

He nearly jumped from the now-harder poundings as he neared. Incoherent grumbling from the other side of the door filled his ears, and he leaned toward the peephole.

A guy in a hoodie stood there with his head lowered and face hidden. That was a huge hoodie for someone who didn’t seem large enough to justify the size. He was about Felix’s height of five feet eleven inches, with exaggeratingly baggy jeans and worn sneakers, all dressed in black. Who was he?

Felix’s heart raced. Should he answer the door? Should he open it and take the risk?

More pounding.

He jumped. “Who…who is it?”

The guy grumbled something like earlier. What was he saying?

Felix bit his lower lip. “I’m not opening the door until you tell me who you are.”

“Fe-lix,” was all the guy said in a throaty tone.

Felix’s heart pounded harder than the door at the familiarity of the voice. No, no. It was impossible. It couldn’t be!


Felix took a few steps back, his eyes wide and his body quaking, and his breathing converting into a series of drawn-out puffs. No, no, no.


No! He was supposed to be dead! But who else could that voice belong to? Sure, some people sounded the same as one another, but not in an uncanny way, right? There was only one person who had a voice like the love of Felix’s life, and that was…


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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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