Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2006 22:08:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bucky at the cabin - 03

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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic
sexual language and actions between a father and his
minor son. If material of this nature offends you,
PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that you
must be of legal age, where you live, to read this
story. This is a work of fiction and any similarity
between real people or events is purely coincidental.


Chapter 3 Day Two


Bucky was still sound a sleep obviously tired from
yesterdays exertions.  It was almost 9:00 am, the
longest I've slept in for a long time too.  I
carefully slipped out of bed walking down to shower.
The cabin was a bit chilly, so I turned up the fire
before entering the bathroom.  When I stepped out of
the shower stall, I could already feel the warmth
coming from the living room.  I dried myself looking
occasionally in the full length mirror at the end of
the bathroom.  At 36, I still looked to be in my
mid-twenties.  The lack of fat and the oil I massaged
onto my muscles after every workout made my skin look
soft and smooth.  My large muscular chiseled body
didn't hurt my looks much either.  I was blessed with
good genetics for muscular form ensuring my workouts
produced maximum results.  I was also blessed between
my legs as I watched my soft six inch dick sway back
and forth during my toweling.  Judging my son's
current physique, he too would be genetically proposed
to a muscular body.  His Scandinavian heritage
wouldn't hurt his looks much either.

I slipped on some sweats and went to the kitchen to
make breakfast.  I clicked on the weather channel to
see what our day was going to look like.  It had
already snowed another six to eight inches last night,
 I wondered what the rest of the week would have in
store.  I quickly whipped up morning pancakes and
eggs.  The smells were filling the empty space in the
cabin and I heard the rustling sounds of my son
getting out of bed in response.  He ran down the
spiral stairs yelling "Oh goody, pancakes."  He jumped
up to the counter to see the bounty that would be
breakfast.  "It's almost ready" I said.  "You run and
take your shower.  Breakfast will be waiting when
you're finished."  Without argument, Bucky ran to the
bathroom jumping into the shower in almost one
continuous movement.  I could hear the water splashing
on the walls as he tried to speed through the cleaning
process.  A few short minutes later, he was toweling
himself off.

The bathroom door was open allowing a direct line of
sight between the kitchen and my son's naked form.
His smooth hairless body excited my groin creating a
noticeable tenting in my sweats.  Bucky came bouncing
out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile.  He
hopped onto a kitchen stool waiting for his food.  I
chuckled to myself wondering if his constant ingestion
of calories would continue through to adulthood.  I
set a plate of pancakes and eggs on the counter and
Bucky quickly filled his plate with both.  I grabbed
some eggs, a cup of coffee and sat down to eat next to
my hungry son.  I finished only half my breakfast as
Bucky piled another serving of pancakes and eggs on
his plate.  We both finished about the same time, but
with his two helpings to my one.  I told him to go
wash his hands as the syrup seemed to have coated his
hands and arms during his feeding frenzy.  He happily
complied making his way toward the bathroom sink.

The weather channel showed more snow heading our way
later this afternoon.  As Bucky came back into the
room, I said "It's going to snow later.  Would you
like to go out and play for a while?"  Bucky simply
smiled and nodded his head.  "Go get your thermal
underwear, it's very cold this morning."  "OK daddy."
The little boy walked up the stairs to his room.  His
little cock bouncing with every step.  He returned in
a few moments, carrying his underwear in his arms.
"Daddy.  Can you help me get these on?"  I nodded
drying my hands from the dishwater and following his
cute butt into the living room.

Bucky walked over to the large windows in the front of
the cabin.  He looked out over the new snow with
excitement only an eight year old can muster.  His
snow fort from yesterday was now just a hill, begging
to be rebuilt by eager little hands.  I walked around
the fire pit sitting on one of the two ottomans that
flanked that side.  I took the thermal shirt from his
hands and pulled the fabric over his head.  I helped
him slip one arm then another adjusting the tight
material as I went.  I then grabbed the bottoms and
bent down to help him get his legs through the holes.
Bucky held on to my shoulders to steady himself as I
lifted one leg and then the other.  I pulled the
fabric up stretching the tight material over his young
muscular legs.  As I continued to pull the underwear
to his groin, I was stopped by a hard four inch little
boner staring me in the face.  "What's this all
about?" I said amusingly.  "You said it's about four
inches" he responded proudly.  "I think I need to be
emotional, before I go out to play."  I looked up into
his face.  He was smirking.  His hands moved from my
shoulders to the back of my head pulling me closer to
his hard little cock.  I smiled back at him while
opening my mouth eager to engulf his boyhood.  Bucky
let out a sign as my lips closed around his shaft.  He
began fucking my mouth using both hands to hold my
head for maximum force.  "Oh daddy.  I love being
emotional with you" he said between thrusts.  His
words were founded in both love and lust as he
forcefully fucked my face.  I managed to sneak my
middle finger into his tight hole, finger fucking him
as his hips moved back and forth.  My finger found his
amazing g-spot eliciting a quick orgasm from my little
sex machine.  His whole body shook as the intense
feelings flowed through him like electricity to
ground.  Finally, he was finished and I let his dick
fall from my mouth.

I continued pulling up his thermal underwear until it
reached his small waist.  He turned around letting me
inspect his backside ensuring a proper fit.  The
fabric was tight and the small flap in the seat
accentuated his perfect round ass cheeks enough to
cause a significant tent in my sweats.  "You better
get a move on there sport" I said wanting him to have
play time before the snow began to fall.  "OK" he
said simply.  "Can I just wear my snow pants?"  "Sure,
I think that will be alright."  Bucky ran over to the
door, where his snow pants and coat were hanging on
the wall.  He managed to dress in his winter gear in
record time.  It made me wonder about his true motive
in needing help to dress earlier.  Before I could say
"don't forget your hat," he was out the door bounding
through the snow.

Bucky had been out in the snow for a couple of hours
recreating his fort adding two snowmen in the front as
guards.  I had cleaned up around the cabin and caught
up on some paper work from the office.  The stew for
lunch was slowly cooking in the crock pot to be ready
in short while.  I decided to go out and enjoy the
snow with my energetic eight year old. I went upstairs
changing into long johns, then down to my snow gear
which was also hanging on the wall by the door.  Once
dressed, I opened the door getting blasted in the face
by the cold air.  "How does he stay out in this
weather?" I asked myself walking on to the porch then
out into the snow.

I reached my son's domain as he popped his head out
from behind his snowy fortress.  "Daddy!" he said
smiling.  "So what are you doing out here in the
artic?" I asked.  "Come here and I'll show you" he
said beaming.  Bucky had built a doorway on the
backside.  It was a little small for me to get
through, but I managed to squeeze in without
damaging his work.  The fort was actually quite large
letting both of us move around the circular structure
easily.  I looked around, but didn't see a single
snowball.  "Where's your ammo sport?"  He looked up at
me with his angelic face, "Daddy, this fort isn't for
making war.  It's for protection against bad things."
"My little pacifist" I thought to myself.  "It's a
good thing your going to be a big strong kid, or your
school mates would be calling you a sissy boy."  He
was still standing there looking up at me waiting for
a reply.  "That's great son.  I'm
glad to see you want to protect people."  Validated,
he continued to show me all the little compartments
and nooks he created.

We left his fortress of solitude, walking further down
the hill to look at the sweeping views which had
motivated my construction of the cabin.  The snow was
two to three feet deep, Bucky was trying to follow in
my foot steps to keep from falling behind.  We reached
a small bluff that presented itself as a natural
lookout point.  I was in awe of this winter wonderland
just an hour or so from the city.  "It's very pretty.

Isn't it daddy?"  I turned around to look at his rosy
cheeked face.  "Yes, it is very beautiful.  But I
think it needs a couple of snow angels to make it
perfect."  I spread my arms and fell backward into the

snow.  Bucky giggled following my actions.  As we
created angel figurines in the fresh powder, we
laughed making several more before I decided it was
time for lunch.  "We should get back to the cabin
Sport"  I said breaking the laughter.  Bucky stood up
saying "There's one more thing I want to show you in
my fort first."

Bucky ran up the hill trying to use the previous
tracks, but missing every other one in his haste.  I
walked behind amazed at the unlimited energy my son
seemed to have.  We reached the fort with Bucky
getting there a couple minutes before me.  When I
again squeezed into the snow structure, I was shocked
to see Bucky's snow pants pulled down to his knees.
"What are you doing son?"  My tone almost alarming.
He turned to face me with his little dick tenting the
front of his snow white thermal underwear.  "I want to
be emotional in my fort" he said with a pleading tone.
 "Why?" I asked simply.  "Because daddy.  I made this
to be my home outside.  It's built very well" as he
pounded on the wall "and it will protect us from any
wild animals."  I smiled at his comments, but was
still unclear as to his intentions.  "I still don't
understand."

My son turned around facing away from me and knelt
down on all fours.  "I want to be emotional outside.
Haven't you ever felt like that?"  Actually, I did
enjoy having encounters outdoors.  Obviously, Bucky
had been thinking about it also.  "From the mouths of
babes" I thought to myself.  "Please daddy" he said
turning to look back at me.  "It will be fun.  I know
it will."  I decided what the hell.  My little
Scandinavian was born to be out in the cold.  I bent
to my knees and patty his enticing bubble butt.  I was
concerned that maybe I wouldn't be able to rise to the
occasion in the freezing cold.  But as I unbuttoned
the flap of Bucky's underwear, the site of his pink
white ass gave me instant wood.

I undid the front of my snow pants and pulled them
down.  I popped a couple of buttons on my long johns
and pulled my dick from my warm body.  The cold was
intense, but my erection was unaffected.  In fact,
precum was already dripping from the end of my rod as
I spread Bucky's butt cheeks to apply it to his rosy
bud.  Not wanting to expose our body parts to long, I
pushed my dick into my son's tight hole with one
continuous motion.  I was afraid it might hurt, but
his ass seemed to suck my cock in as fast as I could
push.  In a few seconds, I was buried deep into my
little boy's ass.  I bent down over his child body
like a shield, but the sunny windless day required
little protection. I grabbed his waist with my right
arm and steadied myself with the other.  I then
began thrusting several inches of man cock in and out
of my son.  The combination of cold from the air and
hot from his bowels was a sensation I would not soon
forget.  I fucked Bucky for several minutes then
pulled out completely.  "Hey" he said.  "I have an
idea son."

Roll on your back, that way you can see the sun and
the sky."  His face beamed brightly at the suggestion.
 He quickly spun around with his legs
sticking straight up in the air.  I wasted no time in
reinserting my cock into the warmth of his tight
little hole.  I preferred this position, so that I
could watch the joy on my little boy's face as I
pounded his hot ass.  Bucky looked up at the sky
occasionally, but was spending most of his time
thrashing his head about and groaning in ecstasy.

I was close to cumming, but continued to fuck my son
until I felt his ass muscles spasm with his own
climax.  As soon as he did, I shoved my ten inches
forcefully deep into his warm body.  A torrent of hot
cum flooded into my son making him feel warm from the
inside.  When the last drops of my man juice were
emptied from my staff, I pulled out and buttoned my
cock back into the confines of my own body.  I quickly
did the same for Bucky, buttoning his butt flap and
pulling his pants up to keep the cold from
penetrating.  With our pants secured once again, we
both left his 'home' and headed to the cabin for
lunch.  As we reached the porch, I looked in through
the windows at the roaring fire coming from the pit in
the center of the room.  The scene was very inviting
and I could hardly wait to warm myself by its fire.

End Three