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.
Since coming to the resort, Theo and his father have learned what it feels like to not have to hide their love for one another. Despite this, there are still complications. Work obligations manage to find Theo’s Dad even when they’re far away from civilization. Left to his own devices, Theo decides to explore the grounds and make some new friends.
But like any camp, Wannakukka has its own legends.
This is a 3,700 word short story and part 2 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
“In here,” an older man whispered, further validating my theory.
The footsteps continued and I realized they were right outside my stall. Curious, I turned around and peeked through the steam cloud. Surprisingly, an older man with silvery hair entered. He was pulling along a young man who was about a third his age.
It seemed strange that they didn't pick one of the empty shower stalls. There were plenty of them to choose from, after all. I was about to say something when the much younger guy reached out with both arms, pulling his father down for a deep, passionate kiss.
My eyes widened. The dad ran his hands all over his son's body. The son did the same, touching his father everywhere his smaller hands could reach.
And they could reach a lot of places!
All of a sudden, it felt like I was intruding. That made no sense, though, since I was here first. It was possible they couldn't see me. The steam inside of the stall was incredibly thick. Plus, it wasn't like they were paying a lot of attention to my corner of the stall. The two had been making out for several minutes and it was only getting more intense.
In fact, I was starting to think that maybe they just didn't care!
Some part of me cared, though. I was getting hard standing there watching. A glob of precum oozed out of my piss slit, hanging there for a moment before gravity claimed it.
I felt another drop forming as I stared through the steam. Dazed, I moved my hand to wipe it off. Somehow, though, my hand wound up wrapped around my cock. I was mortified at first, but the feeling rapidly deteriorated. Seeing the two kiss each other so ravenously while their hands grasped feverishly at one another was giving me an aching boner. And if they didn't care that I watched, I was all right with jerking myself while watching them.
Without warning, the younger man broke the kiss. I assumed he was finished. Either that or he wanted to move things somewhere more private.
Instead, he looked his father deep in the eyes with an expression that was drunk on lust. “I need you,” I heard him whisper plainly.
His dad didn’t bother replying. I watched him turn his son to face the stall wall. He wasn't gentle about it either. My cock jumped a little, surprising me, when the son's sweaty body smacked hard against the tile. The dad kicked each of his son's feet apart, spreading his legs wide like the son was about to get frisked by a cop.
“Ohh!” cried the young man when his father entered him.
“Shh!” the father ordered, securing a strong hand around his son's throat to silence him.