Cucking Daddy II: Clueless Dad: Part 5

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In the aftermath of Parker’s attack, Charlie learns some startling revelations about his son. Father and son grow even closer together. A very intense, erotic dream shows Charlie just how strong a bond he could potentially have with Nicky.

But their new friends have other ideas…

Clueless Dad, Part Five is a 6,900-word short story and part five of a nine-part series.

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Nicky divided up the cake while I got the TV going. It took a minute for me to decide what to watch. By then, Nicky had brought two plates with cheesecake slices piled high.

“Thanks son,” I said, grinning as we dug in.

Unfortunately, I chose poorly. The show we watched was a mystery series. The concept was interesting, and the acting was good. However, the plot moved at a snail’s pace. Two-thirds of the characters weren’t exactly likeable either.

“I’m hot,” Nicky said about halfway through the third episode. “Mind if I take my shirt off?”

It was uncharacteristically warm in the cabin. Nicky and I were each sweating. Nicky’s face was flushed as well. It reminded me of when he came out of the boathouse earlier today.

“Go ahead,” I decided. “Mind if I do the same?”

I don’t know what compelled me to ask Nicky that. Of course, we weren’t casual around one another. I couldn’t remember the last time Nicky saw me nude.

And yet, the longer I thought about it, the more it made sense.

“C’mon, Dad!” Nicky said insistently. “Take it off!”

I scooted forward on the couch. Slowly, like I was putting on a show, I reached down for the hemline of my shirt. Nicky’s eyes stayed fixed on me the whole time.

“Here,” Nicky said when I got the shirt halfway off me. “Lemme help you.”

Nicky grabbed hold of the shirt. My face was obscured but I could hear his excited breath quicken. His hands seemed to roam everywhere, accidentally exploring every available inch of my upper body.

“There,” Nicky said once I was free. “That’s better.”

A heavy sheen of sweat covered Nicky’s upper body. My son’s petite chest rose and fell with each breath. I could see the newly-formed muscles ripping in his bicep.

“You’re getting there, son,” I murmured, momentarily mesmerized by how handsome he looked.

In response, Nicky lay his head in my lap. “Ahh, okay!” I winced. My hardon was back, and Little Nicky’s face pressed hard against it.

“Mmm, thank you, Daddy!” Nicky said softly. “I love you.”

He was getting sleepy. The same thing was happening with me. The heat inside the cabin combined with the dullness of the show was making me drift off. My cock jabbed Nicky in the face.

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