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Glory Hole Interrogation: The Case of the Park Bonfire Pilfering

Posted on December 14, 2023 by indieerotica

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy who knows exactly how to milk the truth out of his suspects.

Jeramie and Ricky are excited to be attending the autumn bonfire festival in the park. There's games, surprises, and best of all...an outdoor wiener roast. The celebration is put on hold, though, when someone swipes all the hot dog wieners.

Jeramie has a pretty good idea of who is behind the theft, but to get to the bottom of this mystery, he'll have to get down on his knees and use his patented interrogation technique on every possible suspect!

Glory Hole Interrogation is a 10,500-word short story.

Jeramie hadn’t been lying. He fully intended to interrogate the men in the park to find out whether or not they knew anything relating to this latest case.

He simply had a better way of doing so than walking around.

Once he was sure Ricky was out of sight, Jeramie went straight for the restrooms. The air stank of urine, sweat, and bathroom cleaner. The walls had tiles on them halfway up, and the paint on the upper half was cracked and peeling.

Jeramie walked past the set of sinks, heading for the last stall on the far right. His feet skid along the dirty concrete floor, making a ‘swish’ sound. Once inside, Jeramie locked the stall door and began peeling off his clothes. He didn’t want to get them dirty, and any stains would look suspicious later.

The air inside the restroom carried a chill. Jeramie’s exposed flesh began to break out into goosepimples as he stripped down. Naked, Jeramie stood on his tiptoes and hung each piece of clothing on the hook attached to the stall door. Then, he sat down on the toilet and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long.

The inside of the restroom shook slightly as the door swung open, hitting the wall behind it. Footsteps echoed across the floor. Jeramie waited, holding his breath and crossing his fingers and toes. He had pulled his feet up to rest on the toilet seat.

Sure enough, the door to the stall next to his opened. Jeramie looked over at the wall on the right. A hole had been cut near the bottom next to the toilet paper dispenser. It was big enough to fit his arm through. Someone had drawn arrows around it in magic market. There were some very colorful instructions as well, the sort of words that Jeramie’s teachers would be appalled by.

Jeramie didn’t need the instructions, though. He already knew what to do.

The man in the next stall was peeing. Jeramie eased himself down off the toilet and crept over to the hole. The man on the other side was Latino. His pants were down around his knees, and he was holding a cock that looked very big, even though it was flaccid.

Jeramie’s eyes flicked down briefly to the shoes the man was wearing—a pair of old work boots that had seen better days. All too quickly, though, he was back to staring at the growing cock in the man’s big hands, licking his lips as the stream of piss died down.

Quickly, he tapped his foot twice on the ground. When that yielded no response, he tried stomping it twice. The Latino man turned, as though startled.

“Hey, mister!” Jeramie hissed.

Slowly, he ran one finger down along the lower half of the gloryhole. The man blinked in surprise, and after a moment’s deliberation, turned to slide his cock all the way in.

“Suck it,” the husky older man commanded.

Riding the Bus Driver: The Case of the Scary School Bus

Posted on December 14, 2023 by indieerotica

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year-old teen detective and slut puppy who is always willing use his greatest ASSets to save the day.

A rainy day, busy parents, and no wheels of their own force Jeramie and Ricky to take the bus to school. Along the way, the grumpy driver picks up a passenger who ends up being more than he seems. Things take a dangerous turn when everyone on the bus is taken hostage.

Can Jeramie get his classmates out of this jam?

And if his quick wits can't, will his talented boy hole do the trick?

Riding the Bus Driver is a 7,900-word short story.

“It’s true!” someone from behind them called out.

The voice shattered the silence. Jeramie felt his body slack. His eyes kept facing forward, watching the gunman shake his head.

“What?” the masked man barked.

“Jeramie never gets in trouble on the bus,” another voice added. “He’s the only one Mr. Barksdale seems to like.”

Privately, Jeramie doubted that very much. He wasn’t about to contradict any of their statements, though. The gunman was considering their words carefully now.

As if on cue, Mr. Barksdale hit a pothole, rocking the bus slightly. “Okay, fine!” the gunman barked, waving his gun. “You, go up to the front and see if you can help the old fart keep the bus steady.”

Jeramie nodded once and hopped up out of his seat. He was forced to squeeze by the masked man. The gunman didn’t want to move. As he did, Jeramie felt his rear brush against the gunman’s front. He could feel what the gunman was packing in there.

He could also feel the cock there jump when Jeramie made contact. Jeramie filed this information away for later. It would probably be useful, if what he had deduced so far proved accurate.

“Mr. Barksdale?” Jeramie said softly, getting the older man’s attention as he approached the front.

The bus driver glanced briefly toward him. Jeramie didn’t waste time, opting to climb right in Mr. Barksdale’s lap instead of waiting for permission. The old man seemed surprised, but didn’t protest.

“Just relax,” Jeramie whispered, softly as he could. “I have a plan.”

To his surprise, Mr. Barksdale was hard too. This made things much easier. Smiling to himself, Jeramie reached down, taking hold of his shorts and giving them a slight push. He could see via the mirror that no one was watching him. A couple of students had been staring when he climbed up into Mr. Barksdale’s lap, but their attention was diverted by the gunman, who had resumed waving his weapon around.

“I was trying to get him to drop the gun,” Mr. Barksdale whispered while Jeramie wiggled around. “But I’m scared he’d fire it inste—what are you doing?”

Jeramie had reached underneath his rear, freeing Mr. Barksdale’s swollen cock from his work jeans.

A Hero Ensnared: The Complete Series

Posted on December 14, 2023 by indieerotica

Castor, a semi-retired superhero with shapeshifting abilities who goes by the name of Phantom, is called back to duty.

A younger super-colleague of his, Corey, A.K.A. Tempest, has been rescued from a month-long imprisonment. While Corey swears he's fine and he's ready to go back to his job of protecting Selene City from the ever-present threat of supervillains, the ruling council isn't sure if they can take Corey at his word. Thus, they send Castor after him, to tail him, to watch him, and to ensure the younger superhero is safe.

But it seems Corey was never the one at risk...it's Castor. He's seductively drawn deep into submission, to ignore his charge and duty, to give everything he is...to Marcus, A.K.A. the archvillain Imperious. The final side of himself that he has to give up? His sexual freedom.

Tempest, once one of the leading superheroes in Selene City, is about to become a sexual servant to the biggest threat to Selene City.

A Hero Ensnared: The Complete Series is a 28,000-word collection of all four stories in the A Hero Ensnared series.

Castor flashed the broadest grin he could at Corey. “Now, now, Corey. Let’s not pretend you’re all pure and innocent either. You probably have some sort of fantasy about fucking yourself,” he said.

Corey leaned up, propping his torso up with his elbows against the mattress. “What if I did?” he said, voice dropping to a lower, huskier register. “You going to do anything about it? I bet you love to transform into me and jerk off in front of a mirror so you can watch me beating my meat.”

“Oh yeah. I love to edge your big cock while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Did you know that you blush from your neck when you get turned on?” Castor purred.

Castor leaned forward, looking up to meet Corey’s gaze. He licked his lips. With a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips, he cast his gaze down.

Corey’s eyes followed Castor’s.

Hook, line, and sinker, Castor thought to himself and chuckled. Now that he had Corey’s attention where he wanted it, he rubbed the erection growing between his own legs.

“Gods,” Corey groaned. “I’m so fucking pent up.”

It was a little bit filthy, and maybe a lot crazy, but Castor had been banking on it. “Then maybe you could use a hand?” he said, feigning innocence. “Or a mouth?”

Corey sucked in a breath. He flicked his gaze out past Castor’s shoulder, at the door. “I shouldn’t—” Corey said, glancing back down between Castor’s legs. “I can’t possibly ask—”

Castor smiled. He grabbed Corey’s hand and raised it to his lips. He caught a finger in his lips and popped it in, swirling his tongue once around the tip. “You’re not asking,” he murmured, in a low and husky voice. “I’m offering.”

A bright pink flush bloomed on Corey’s cheeks. It was adorable, really. It was easy to forget that Corey was a little bit on the meeker side when his heroic alter ego, Tempest, was such a fucking badass. It was really nice to see this more vulnerable, more bashful side. It awakened something inside him that he rarely got to indulge since he was more on the submissive side himself.

“A-at least a-activate the privacy screen,” Corey muttered.

Castor stood from his seat, a glint in his eye. He lowered Corey’s hand from his lips to his crotch, bumping the outline of his hard cock against the knuckles. “SIBYL, would you be able to activate the privacy screen for us?” said Castor.

“I would be able to do so, yes,” chimed SIBYL in response, though she didn’t actually activate the privacy screen. “While Corey’s physical condition has experienced remarkable improvement ever since Fatima started treating him, I must advise that he refrain from any strenuous activity.”

“That’s alright, SIBYL,” said Castor, as Corey’s wrist twisted in his grip. He bit his lower lip to stifle the groan that nearly escaped him as Corey’s fingers traced at the outline of his cock. “You don’t think a blowjob would be too strenuous, would you?”

Cucking Daddy: 6-Pack Bundle

Posted on December 11, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

“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?”

A Reanimation to Remember

Posted on December 10, 2023December 10, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

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!

“Fe-lix.”

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.

“Fe—”

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…

Craig!

Learning to Pup (Waggy Tails #1)

Posted on October 27, 2023October 27, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

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?

My Boyfriend’s Hot Cowboy Dad

Posted on July 21, 2023October 27, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

“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.”

Real Brotherly Loving: The Complete 3-Pack Bundle

Posted on July 4, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

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

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.

Summer Road Trip (Real Brotherly Loving #3)

Posted on June 30, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

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.

Cucking Daddy: Part 6: The Homecumming

Posted on June 9, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

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.