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Jeramie Lecleaux: Boyslut Detective: Four-Pack Bundle #1

Posted on December 15, 2023 by indieerotica

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his sharp eyes, clever wits, and well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects.

No matter what the case calls for, Jeramie Lecleaux is ready to give it his all, even if it means going down on his hands and knees and putting his talents to work. No criminal is safe when this boyslut detective is on duty!

This bundle collects the first four previously-published Jeramie Lecleaux stories:
- Riding Daddy For Clues (originally published as The Case of the Dinner Table Deduction)
- Dad Uses Me From Behind to Solve Crimes (originally published as The Case of the Church Kitchen Catastrophe)
- Riding the Bus Driver
- Glory Hole Interrogation

Jeramie Lecleaux: Boyslut Detective: Four-Pack Bundle #1 is a 36,500-word collection.

“C’mere,” Daddy instructed, giving his left leg a pat once he was comfortable. “Climb up on Daddy’s lap, boy. I wanna talk about something.”

Jeramie obeyed immediately. His little legs settled across his father’s lap. One arm wrapped around Daddy’s broad shoulders, stretching as far as it could go. Jeramie’s smile was as big as a kid’s meeting Santa at the mall.

“There,” he said, grinning big as his plump little rear bounced on his father’s thick, muscular leg. “I’m all set, Daddy.”

Daddy was smiling softly as he reached up, brushing his fingers through Jeramie’s hair. “Good boy,” he whispered, combing the long honey-colored locks.

Jeramie and his father both had long hair. Some of Jeramie’s teachers told him that it made him look like a girl. He didn’t care, though.

He liked having things in common with Daddy. They both had the same green eyes and pale skin. Their faces were similar too. They each had a Roman nose, a cleft in their chin, and feet that spread slightly like a duck’s.

Certain things about them that were different didn’t bother Jeramie so much. He loved that his Daddy was so muscular. He also loved the thick hair that covered Daddy on almost every part of his big body. Jeramie especially liked running his tiny fingers through it, the same way that Daddy loved combing through his hair.

“Tell me about your case, Daddy,” Jeramie said beseechingly. “I’m very curious.”

Daddy chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on the top of Jeramie’s head, one that lingered just a little longer than necessary.

“You certainly are,” he agreed. “A very curious boy. Always have been.”

Jeramie tilted his head up. Daddy’s hand left his hair, drawing the fingers out of the soft, silky locks to cup his son by the chin. Slowly, Daddy brought his lips down.

A soft moan escaped Jeramie’s throat as their mouths met. Daddy kissed his son slowly, taking his time to caress Jeramie’s lips with his tongue. A fresh shiver went through Jeramie’s body.

Cucking Daddy: 6-Pack Bundle

Posted on December 11, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

Christian is both nervous and excited, for it's here at Camp Wannakukka that he'll finally be married to the man of his dreams—his father. They'll have a beautiful ceremony and a wild wedding night and honeymoon.

But these dreams are interrupted when Christian meets the other sexy older men at Camp Wannakukka. He loves and wants to marry his father, but he also can't resist temptation and wants to make the most of his time here at Camp. But what will his father think of this?

Cucking Daddy: 6-Pack Bundle collects all six parts of the Cucking Daddy series in a 31,800-word bundle.

“Wake up, sleepyhead! We’re almost there.”

Christian’s eyes fluttered open. The steady purring of the engine had made him doze off. The small, slender eighteen-year-old rubbed sleep from his tired eyes and gave a cute yawn. He saw that they were on a winding road, one that was not paved. Gravel crunched underneath the wheels. There was the occasional soft splash of a mud puddle underneath the vehicle from a recent rainfall.

Outside, the green scenery whizzed past. Deep oak trees and thick pine stood at the very edge of the dirt road they traveled on. The last thing Christian remembered was them driving through a town. They had long since left it behind, judging by the lack of any signs of civilization out the passenger window.

“Where are we?” Christian asked his father, who was sitting next to him in the driver’s seat.

Daniel smiled, letting his eyes leave the road for a brief moment so he could rake them down over his precious boy’s small frame.

“We’re right about at the camp grounds,” Daniel explained, pointing. “See?”

Christian had to take his seatbelt off and peer up over the dashboard. He had been slouching in his sleep and his short frame didn’t help. When he could see, though, the young man old let out a soft gasp.

Up ahead were twin poles rising out of the earth on each of the road. They formed a gate with a sign that arched high overhead. The sign was made of wood and had been hand-carved. Words were printed on it, and as Daniel slowed the car down, Christian was able to read what they said.

“’Welcome to Camp Wannakukka,’” he read aloud.

“This is the place,” Daniel said, grinning to himself. “Told you I could find it without a GPS app, didn’t I?”

Christian settled back into his seat and put his seatbelt back on. The clasp went back into the slot with a ‘snap’. The belt, however, had pushed his My Hero Academia t-shirt up, exposing his belly.

Daniel saw this. His tongue slipped out between his lips. It ran along the lower half, wetting his lip and spreading a small trail of slimy drool on his chin. He had neglected to shave that morning. Fortunately, Daniel wasn’t the type who needed to. He could let his stubble grow for almost a week before it started to show.

Christian didn’t notice the look his father was giving him. He was too occupied with what lay outside his window. Or rather, what wasn’t.

“Is this really a special camp, Daddy?” he asked, growing worried.

Daniel tore his gaze away and went back to the road. “It sure is,” the father said with some assurance in his voice. “I learned all about it from one of my friends online. Someone built this place for people like us so we won’t have to hide. Isn’t that wonderful?”