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Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 2

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.

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Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 1

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.

Billy is all fired up to go to Camp Wannakukka with his father and best friend. It will be their last big adventure before college starts. At the very last second, however, disaster strikes. Billy comes down with COVID and has to stay home under quarantine

Not wanting his Dad and best buddy to miss out, Billy tells them to go on ahead without him. It isn’t as though his quarantine will last forever. Mark and his Dad will find a way to amuse themselves in the meantime.

It isn’t like they could get into any trouble without him, right?

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 1 is a 4,800-word short story and part one of a four-part series.

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Excerpt

Mark messaged me again a moment later.

Lol. The resort staff thought I was your dad’s son.

That text came at me like a punch to the gut.

What?

Mark took a whole fucking ten minutes to answer me.

Yup! Lol. They were even commenting on how we look alike.

That had to be the biggest oversight in the history of the world. Mark looked nothing at all like my dad. He was blond and had green eyes. Dad was dark-haired and had blue eyes like mine. Even a child could figure that one out!

Mark’s next message—a whole eight minutes later—pissed me off even more.

Your dad played along.

He’s been calling me “son” this whole time.

My temper flared. I wanted to put my fist through my tablet. Dad was actually claiming that Mark was his son, and in front of other people?

“Not cool, Dad!” I yelled at the empty room.

My voice echoed off the walls. There was no one in the house except for me. Mom was at work and Dad was off in another state with Mark playing father-and-son with my best buddy. The isolation that had been eating away at me really hit home, then.

I was all alone.

I lay there feeling sorry for myself. Mark didn’t take nearly as long to message me back this time. His texts came within a couple of minutes.

Check out your Dad.

Dude, he is fucking hot as hell!

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