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.
At long last, Theo understands. Temptation can be very addictive. He knows what drove his friend to commit the ultimate act of betrayal. Now he’s left craving more and torn between loyalty to his father and the excitement of infidelity. Theo wants to be a good boy, but when the opportunity to experience the rush again presents himself, how can he say no?
And furthermore, why would he?
This is a 6,300 word short story and part 7 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
I managed to not race out of the cabin. Keeping an even pace, I jogged down the hallway to the front door and outside. Maintaining my trot, I went down the steps one at a time. A couple of dads saw me as they came out of their cabin. One or two of them smiled and waved.
For an instant, blind panic raced through me. I thought about my facial expression. Did I look too happy in that moment? Was I too excited? Had I gone the opposite direction and looked too uninterested?
Gripping my emotions tightly like the reins of a bridle, I shook my head and waved back. No one watching me looked suspicious. Their smiles seemed genuine and nothing about the looks they gave me suggested anyone suspected me of anything.
Well, that wasn’t entirely the truth.
As the handful of dads turned away, I noticed that their eyes lingered on me a moment longer. It passed in a second, but I felt shivers run through me. My body tingled, as if touched by a flash of warmth. I felt my cock spring to life at once.
My hole quivered and trembled. I felt the sweat that had been building up all afternoon ran down between my twin peaches. It stopped around my hole, saturating the area.
Between breaths, I felt my poor, abused hole quiver. The sensation continued as I hurried out through the Bunny Burrow gates. Images of the different dads watching me swam in my head. I tried to shake them out, and even put on some more steam.
There was no outracing my thoughts, however. The memory of the heat from the eyes of those men haunted me. Worse, they made my cock hard. I was flopping around the front of my shorts by the time I reached the first sign.
It pointed me north. I turned automatically and kept going, following the direction. So far, the signs in this place hadn’t helped much. Therefore, I was surprised when—after two more turns—I found myself running past Hawk’s Nest.
A dad was exiting through the gate alone. I waved, gaining a smile back in return. There was no mistaking it this time. I wasn’t simply imagining things.
That dad wanted to fuck me.