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.
Try as he might, Billy cannot escape the lust that has bloomed in his heart for his father. The images Mark sends to him of his dad at Camp Wannakukka are tantalizing to say the least. Poor Billy can only stare at his screen impotently while his best friend and father have the time of their lives.
Things take a turn when Mark sends Billy a video of a barbecue cookout. The friendly fathers over at Bunny Burrow invited Mark and Dad along. Things seem to run a little differently over on this side of Camp Wannakukka, however. Billy is in for the surprise of his life.
Can he hold it in, or will he make another mess?
Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 2 is a 3,000-word short story and part two of a four-part series.
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Excerpt
My bed sheets were a mess!
It was the very next day. I lay in bed wearing nothing but the jockstrap I had fallen asleep in. The window was cracked slightly so my room could air out. This meant summer pollen could seep in, but I was already having a coughing fit.
The runny nose I had yesterday had given way to me hacking up a lung. Worse, my body had begun to ache all over. There was still no sign of a fever. That was a relief. Mom had gone to work already, but told me to call her if I felt even the slightest increase in my temperature.
I sure as shit felt feverish all right, but it wasn’t from COVID.
My phone was lying on the pillow next to me. The screen showed a picture of Dad standing beside Mark, holding up a trophy. There was a three-legged race that morning. Dad and Mark participated and won first place.
The picture after that was the one I had been fixated on all morning. I told myself that this was normal. There was nothing to do while I was sick but lie in bed and jerk off, after all.
None of that explained my sudden obsession with Dad’s body, though.
I had been scrolling through the pictures Mark sent since yesterday. They never failed to make my cock harden. It didn’t matter how many times I jerked off either. Inevitably, my balls would reload and I was ready for another stroke session.