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“Fuck me, Daddy!”

I could hear my son screaming from the other side of the door. The bed springs creaked so loudly that they may as well have been crying out too. A steady banging had been going on for the last half-hour as well. That was the headboard hitting the wall, of course.

I really hoped the camp wasn’t going to stick me with a repair bill for any damages.

“More! More!” my son wailed. “Oh god, please! More!”

The sound of the headboard and the creaking bed springs intensified. My son’s Bull was really picking up the pace now. Theo’s shouts had dissolved into moans and whimpers. The Bull, by contrast, was making the same deep, guttural moans I’d been hearing for the last several minutes.

True, they had increased in tempo, same with his thrust. The noises, though, were the same: savage and primal, like something from a lost age. Those rough grunts echoed off the wall and through the door, letting me know just what kind of a pounding Theo was getting.

“Deeper!” Theo wailed. “Please, more!”

I was betting the neighborhood knew as well. Theo complained that the room got too hot after a while, even though we had the cabin’s central air set on frigid. Despite my protests, my son kept opening the window before he and the Bull began their marathon fuck sessions. That meant the whole neighborhood got to hear my son get the railing of his life.

“Little faggot pussy!” the Bull snarled suddenly, breaking the monotony of his growling. “You ain’t gonna forget this one anytime soon!”

I really hated that man. Everything had been perfect before he showed up in our lives.

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“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.

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“When did it all start?”

It was a fair question. Dad deserved that much. I struggled to lift my head. It felt like someone had replaced it with a bowling ball. I managed to sit up straight after a moment, though. From there, it was a matter of finding a place to focus my eyes. I stared at the couch behind where Dad stood, the small coffee table, and the open window to the side before settling on the floor.

It was reliable and constant, perfect for hiding my shame. “I…” I started to say. My voice gave out on the first try, though. “I…”

I paused again. My first thought was to tell Dad about the time in the stables. But then, I remembered watching Johan through the window. Before that, there was meeting the Bull for the first time, and going farther back, I had spotted him on the shore of the lake.

Everything came together like links in a chain to form a line, almost as if it had been planned.

“I heard about him from some of the other campers,” I began, finding my voice at last. “They were talking about him. Like he was some kind of local legend or something.”

Dad nodded, or at least, I think he did. “Go on,” he said, his voice strained, but surprisingly patient.

“I saw him once around camp,” I continued, willing myself to keep talking through my embarrassment. “Not up close. Not then. It was from afar.”

“Then you met him in the stables?” Dad pressed.

I considered explaining everything to Dad. A part of me wanted to lie, though. It seemed like the smart decision. I could spare myself some of the interrogation and Dad’s feelings all at the same time.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “He works there, tending the horses.”

Dad knew that part already. The important part of lying was to start off telling the truth. I could make it out like the Bull and I weren’t quite as close as it seemed. Of course, there was the question of how much distance there could be between two people after a threesome in a hot tub.

“I saw…” It felt unfair to drag Johan into this, but I persisted after a minute of indecisiveness. “Johan and the…and he…they were…together.”

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People were also becoming less inhibited. Quite a few had shed their shirts. Nobody was dancing around naked while trying to juggle beer cans—not yet, anyway—but we were definitely seeing a lot more skin.

At one point, one guy was bouncing up and down in the lap of a dad over on one of the picnic tables!

“Hey, look!” Johan had leaned into me while I was staring. He had beer breath and his words were a little slurred, but he sounded excited. “Check out Rick over there.”

I turned to where Johan was pointing. Rick was easing away from the party. It looked like he was trying to be discreet too. If so, then he was doing a poor job of it. The only reason no one else had noticed was because they were enjoying the party—and had too much to drink.

“Huh,” I said thoughtfully. “I wonder where he’s slipping off to.”

Johan gave me a salacious look. “Wanna go find out real quick?” he asked.

I considered the idea. Dad was still chatting with the other fathers. For the last few minutes, he’d been engrossed in something Nathan’s dad was telling him. Nathan was still locked inside of his Dad’s embrace, trapped underneath the arm stretched across his shoulders.

Johan’s dad was nowhere in sight. “I guess so,” I decided, downing the rest of my beer. Just for fun, I crushed the can against my forehead, making sure to squeeze the can slightly with my fingertips before impact. “Let’s wander!”

Neither Johan nor I tried to be discreet. We were both feeling tipsy, hence the desire to follow one of our friends into the woods. Any attempts at being sneaky on our part would have resulted in the both of us getting tangled in each other’s legs.

We were, however, alert enough not to follow Rick too closely. Johan and I kept quite a few paces back, opting to follow Rick’s winding shadow as it slipped out of Bunny Burrow and past the tree line via one of the hiking trails. Rick led us further and further away from the camp. Nightfall had long since come and the forest was alive with the sounds of wild animals.

I would have been more afraid, but they didn’t call alcohol “liquid courage” for nothing. The beer was telling my brain that this was still a good idea. I thought we were being cool and stealthy. Chances were, though, that we were making a racket along the trail.

Either Rick was too drunk to notice or he was too intent on getting where he was going. The possibility of the latter had me feeling even more intrigued. The deeper into the woods we went, the more I wanted to know.

“Hold up,” I whispered—at least, I hope I was whispering. “Look, he’s turning off the trail.”

“I see,” Johan replied.

Rick had stopped, almost like he had seen something. I caught a glimpse of a second figure stepping out from the trees. They never quite moved onto the pathway. It was dark and far enough away that I couldn’t see who it was.

“Holy shit,” Johan gasped.

“Rick snuck away for a hookup!” I gasped.

Together, Johan and I dissolved into a giggle fit like a couple of schoolgirls. We stood there in the middle of the trail, lit by the half-full moon, holding each other up. For some reason, this was the funniest thing in the world.

“C’mon,” I hissed, giving Johan a poke. “Let’s go see who he’s with.”

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My feet were moving before I finished the thought. I tore off around the stables to the far side, fingers crossed that the Bull was still there. Sure enough, as soon as I turned the corner, my eyes fell on him. He was shirtless, coated in a sheen of sweat that made his dark, rich skin glisten under the bright sunlight.

My racing footsteps must have alerted him. He raised up as soon as I cut the corner. A smile broke across his face. His arms spread wide to take me into him. I charged and felt them fold around me.

It was like colliding with a marble statue, but I didn’t care. The Bull’s mouth came crashing down on mine. He smothered me in a passionate kiss, pinning me to the wall of the stables.

“Please!” I whimpered, breathing the word into his mouth.

The Bull seized the opportunity by shoving his tongue down my throat. “Mmm! Mmm!” I moaned into him. “Guhh!”

His hands were everywhere. My skin ached and burned wherever he touched me. I felt my body surge against the wall, needing to be pressed against him.

“Mm!” my Bull grunted, breaking the kiss momentarily. “Somebody’s needing it bad today.”

“I…” My head rested on his chest, between the Bull’s chiseled pecs. “My…my Dad’s here.” Saying it out loud felt like a confession. “I don’t have very long.”

One eyebrow raised at hearing that. “Oh, really?” The Bull sounded intrigued. “You brought your Daddy along with you today.” A hand slipped down along my back, pushing past the hemline of the shorts I wore to seek the spot between my cheeks. “Any particular reason?”

“I…” I croaked out as I felt a finger push inward. “He…he insisted, I swear!”

The Bull grinned. “And yet,” he went on, sliding one digit inside, “you came straight here.” The finger touched my spot, making me gasp. “The minute the coast was clear, I’m guessing.”

He sounded so certain, and it was true. “I…” I gasped as hot shivers raced through me. “I…needed to see you.” The jeans he wore were straining and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. “Please!” I begged. “Before he comes looking for me!”

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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.

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Instead of steadying the horse, however, the big old beast kept jerking his head back and forth. The horse would stare at the Bull for a moment before tilting his head toward me. Worse, the Bull’s hand was getting closer to mine. The closer we came to touching, the faster my heart beat.

“Have you ever thought about doing this before?” the Bull asked, surprising me with the question. “I mean, full time?”

I swallowed before answering. “All the time?” I asked in response, blushing as my voice cracked a little. “Wh…what d’you mean?”

If the Bull noticed my voice changing, he gave no indication. “This,” he said, nodding once at the horse between us. “Taking care of horses as a career.”

“Oh!” My response must have startled the horse because he took a couple of steps back. This had the unintended side effect of removing the barrier between the Bull and myself. “Um, I haven’t, actually.”

The Bull didn’t seem to mind the space between us. His hand trailed along the horse’s head, slowly brushing down the muzzle. I watched his fingers trace the length between the eyes, down to the nose, using long careful strokes. My hand stayed at the top out of the way.

“Why not?” the Bull asked, giving me a square look. “If you’re good at it, why not do it?”

“I…” I stammered, and my voice cracked again. “I…dunno. I guess I’d have to ask—”

At some point, while I was distracted, my hand slipped. It was resting on the horse’s muzzle. I had somehow positioned it in the path of the Bull’s roaming hand. The Bull never stopped, though. Hot shivers raced through me as his fingers ran lazily down along my knuckles, tickling them before continuing on through the short horse hairs.

“—a…ask my dad,” I finished feebly.

The Bull nodded, understanding. “Do you ask your dad for advice about everything?” he pressed, moving his hand up to the top again and slowly bringing it down. “Even on things…” The Bull paused to play his fingers across my knuckles again. “…that you want?”

My breath was coming in short gasps. The knuckles on my hand burned like they were on fire. The air inside the stable was getting too thick. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Who says—” I started to say, but the Bull cut me off.

“It’s pretty clear,” he stated, placing his hand over mine, “what you want.”

I felt pressure on my hand. The Bull was pushing down. I didn’t know why until the horse took a step back. He was moving the horse out of the way, getting rid of the last bit of the barrier between us.

There was nothing left to separate us now.

“At least,” the Bull whispered, stepping closer. “It is to me, anyway.”

I had to tilt my head to look into his face. His eyes stared down, shining into mine with a primal quality that made my whole body quiver. I felt rooted to the spot, the same way I had when I caught Johan and he together.

The Bull’s hand curled, taking hold of mine. “Otherwise,” the Bull whispered, bending down ever so slightly so that our faces were closer. “Why would you be here?”

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This area didn't look like it was for guests. It wasn't gated the way Bunny Burrow or Hawk's Nest was. I didn't see a sign indicating what part of the camp it belonged to.

The cabins were more utilitarian as well. They were nice enough, make no mistake, but nothing as elaborate like Bunny Burrow. Coming up on them, a hunch formed. These looked like employee cabins. It made sense that the employees stayed on the grounds, so of course they would need places to sleep.

The more I thought about it, this was a good thing. Somebody here was bound to know how to get back to Bunny Burrow. Granted, it didn't look like many of the cabins were occupied. Chances were, the employees were busy as hell, but I could let that stop me. At least one of them had to be on break.

Just to be sure, though, I checked my phone to see if this area had better service. “Nothing,” I stated flatly, putting the phone away again.

I didn't relish knocking on every door. Fortunately, the decision of which one to pick was taken out of my hands.

The sun was still bright, even though it was getting later in the day. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, then shielded my eyes. Squinting, I stared along the bowed row of cabins, seeking signs of life.

Instead, my ears perked up. A noise came from one of the cabins nearby. I listened more closely and hear it again, a mixture of a squeal and a grunt.

Curious, I took a few steps closer, moving toward the door. The sounds were rhythmic, like they were being timed. The closer I drew to the cabin, the louder they became, confirming that this was the right place.

Unfortunately, the front door was locked. I jiggled the knob just to be sure. It wouldn't budge an inch.

Whatever was going on wasn't my business. There were other cabins to pick from. Nevertheless, a worry crept into my head. Someone might be hurt or need help. Finding a way inside would be intruding, but it would also confirm whether or not I was right.

I could at least peek through the window, if only for my own peace of mind. A quick glance around the cloth blinds proved nothing. It was hard to see, but I didn't catch any movement or signs of life. Getting annoyed, I began walking the short distance around the cabin, intending to check the back windows next.

“And I just needed directions,” I muttered, grumbling with each step. “How do I get into these messes?”

Coming around the side, I listened again and slowed my steps. The noises were definitely louder from this end. I could make out other sounds as well. A curious thumping accompanied the high-pitched squeals and grunts. I could hear creaking too, like the step on an old staircase. It too was rhythmic, though, keeping the same beat as the other noises.

Just up ahead, a window was open. The blinds had been raised. It was easy to see why I was able to hear so clearly on this end. The sounds were coming from that room.

Just then, I felt a pang of guilt. It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on. Somebody—more than one—was enjoying themselves. Honestly, I should've worked that out before now. Moreover, the last thing they needed was me interrupting them.

I turned to go. My heel dug into the grass as my body pirouetted, facing back the way I came. I could find my own way back. It would take me a while, but Dad would understand.

In mid-step, my body froze. One of the voices in the room with the open window let out a loud yelp. It was followed by soft murmuring. Before I could stop myself, my body turned again.

Both of those voices sounded familiar.

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“Can I ask a question?”

Dad smirked. He was in the middle of chewing on a bite of scrambled eggs, which were so moist and fluffy that they had to be artificial. I had already been assured that wasn't the case, though. Given how the staff member smiled, it must have been a question they heard a lot.

“Better than anyone I know,” he replied cheekily, spearing another bite of eggs on his fork. “What's up?”

I looked away from Daddy and down at my own plate. We were having breakfast in the Mess Hall. As always, the food was absolutely delicious. Gaining weight in this place was inevitable. I was going to have to hit the gym to work off the extra pounds.

“I was…” I said, pausing. “Thinking about signing up for horseback riding.”

My old high school had an equestrian club. I was a member right up until I graduated. And, damn, but I missed those horses! I missed them more than some of my old friends!

But then, I was kinda weird that way.

“Go for it,” Daddy said at once. “I can tell you're already excited.”

“Really?” I wanted to make sure. “You don't mind. I know how you are about horses…”

Daddy’s grandpa owned a horse ranch. When he was about four or five, a horse he was riding got spooked and threw him off. Dad never wanted to ride a horse again. The fact that he couldn't ride a horse very well and knew almost nothing about them was something his grandpa teased him about until the day he died.

“Son, I've said it before.” Daddy paused to take a drink of his orange juice. “Just because I had a rough time, that's no reason for you to pass on it. I know you love horses. Take advantage of that while you're here.”

I smiled. “Okay,” I said. “I think I will. So long as you don't mind me, you know, doing my own thing for a while.”

“It's okay for you to have your own interests,” Daddy said, looking me straight in the eye. “I'm happy for you.”

Hearing Daddy say that made me blush. “Thanks, Daddy!” I said, getting excited at the thought of being able to ride horses again.

I decided to go straight to the stables after breakfast. Lucky for me, all of the roads had signs and markers for guests to follow. I found the route I needed and started walking, figuring I would be back at the cabin with Daddy in about an hour.

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“Hey, how’s it going?” the other dad called out as we walked down the length of the dock. “We were just getting out!”

The two brothers climbed up the ladder at the end of the dock first. Dad stopped short, and because I was walking along behind him, we ended up colliding. I started to ask what the big deal was. A quick peek around, though, quickly answered that question for me.

Both brothers were nude. Water ran down off their naked flesh, dripping like raindrops onto the wooden planks that made up the dock. One shook, letting more water fly, while the other wiped his face clean.

Their dad came up next. I felt my breath catch. A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. I felt my face burn with shame and I prayed that Dad didn’t hear me.

The other dad was in such good shape that it made my mouth water. He had muscles stacked on top of his muscles. Each movement was like watching a feral animal on streaming. As I stared, his naked body gleamed under the shining sun.

His face was nothing but smiles, however. None of them were remotely self-conscious as they made their way up the dock toward us. The dad even smacked one of his son’s on the ass. The son responded by laughing and giving his father a playful shove. He then broke into a run before his dad could retaliate.

His brother laughed too and took off as well. Dad and I had to move out of the way so we didn’t get bowled over. They ran past us while their dad continued on at a more slow, even pace.

“Sorry about that,” the dad said as he walked by us, acting for all the world like he wasn’t completely nude with his junk on display. “Pardon me!”

I swallowed, fighting the urge to turn around and watch him walk away. My face was yet again burning a bright red. Daddy saw and thought it was very funny.

“Stop laughing!” I insisted, mortified.

Of course, he didn’t. “Sorry,” Dad apologized, meaning it. “It was pretty funny, though.”

“Yeah,” I grumbled, not willing to admit it just yet. “I guess.”

“It figures that the dress code would be relaxed in a place like this,” Dad reasoned.

I noticed that he was looking past me back where the father and two sons were. A quick peek confirmed this. They had stopped near where the dock met the shoreline. The three were horsing around, playing grab-ass and splashing each other.

It looked like they were having the time of their lives without a care in the world. I felt guilty for judging them. Moreover, I felt bad for being in such a sour mood. Keeping this attitude up was sure to spoil Daddy’s fun.

“D…” I stammered, stumbling over my words. “D’you…maybe wanna…try it?”

That got my dad’s attention. “You wanna try skinny dipping?” he asked, half-joking.

I was serious, though. “Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”

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