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.
Things are certainly different now. Theo and his Dad are embarking on a new sort of relationship together—one that definitely benefits Theo more than his father this time. Seeking help to better understand, Theo’s Dad turns to a more experienced father for advice. Can he bring things back to the way they used to be before arriving at Camp Wannakukka or has that bridge been burned?
This is a 5,100 word short story and part 11 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
“Oh! Oh! Fuck, oh god, that’s so fucking deep!”
“Hell, yeah! You like that tight little faggot boypussy getting stretched, don’cha?”
“Fuck yeah!” I yelled as loud as I could. A quick glance off to the side confirmed that we’d left the window open wide. “Please, use your boypussy more! Rape me wide open!”
My Bull was all too happy to comply. His thrusts sped up, increasing in speed and in depth. He’d only been feeding my already abused hole about a third of what there was to offer.
Now, the whole thing slammed balls deep inside me. “Gah!” I howled as the farthest depths of my guts were penetrated. “Ugh! Mmm! Fuck! Oh, that’s it! Keep that…fuck, right there! Need…”
It was getting hard to think straight. My Bull knew. I could tell by the leer on his face as he drilled me. Our eyes stayed locked the entire time he pounded my smaller, pale body with his massive, muscular one. It felt like his cockhead was slamming against the underside of my stomach. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t want him to stop. The pain was somehow sweet at the same time, giving me a type of pleasure I never knew before.