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It is the end of the Campfire Wars. A celebration is in order and one of the participants will be crowned King. Try as he might, however, Charlie isn’t quite feeling the festive mood. The relationship between him and Parker has weighed on his conscience, but it is nothing compared to the shock that is in store for him.
Clueless Dad, Part Eight is a 6,000-word short story and part eight of a nine-part series.
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“Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck.”
The headboard of the bed slammed into the wall over and over, parroting the hammering of my beating heart. I could feel the mattress underneath me, soaked with sweat and threatening to give way. If the bed broke, somebody was sure to know something was up.
“Yeah, Daddy!” Parker shouted.
And yet, none of that mattered. I felt like a fucking king on his throne—a God deserving of worship. It was like winning the lottery. No fuck had ever felt as amazing as this. My vision blurred as my eyes rolled up into my skull from the intense pleasure. I could feel my toes curl, grasping feebly at the bedsheets.
“Hell yeah, boy,” I said breathlessly, keeping my sweat-soaked face locked on Parker's. “Is your Daddy fucking you good?”
“Fuck yeah!” Parker shouted in answer, driving himself down hard onto my cock, which he straddled.
I reached up with one hand and swatted Parker's left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on his tender flesh. Several others had already been put there. Parker proved to be a stubborn young man who was slow to learn in certain areas.
He needed me to discipline him, a fact I had been warming up to these past few days.
“Ow!” Parker cried, wincing but never slowing down.
“Language,” I reminded him sternly.
Parker's eyes lost focus momentarily as the pain and pleasure mingled inside of him. “Sorry, Sir!” he gasped.
To emphasize my point, I seized hold of his hips. Parker hissed as my fingers dug into his flesh. I pulled Parker all the way down, forcing him to impale his cunt on my thick cock.