Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2006 22:49:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bucky at the Cabin - 06

Please send your comments to: pdxwolf@yahoo.com.

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 6 -- Max to the Rescue

The beer from last night was seriously pushing on my
bladder forcing me reluctantly out of my warm bed.
With a sense of urgency, I quickly made my way
downstairs to the bathroom.  As the over abundance of
liquid poured from my hefty meat into the watery bowl
below, the absence of Levi began to sink into my
consciousness.  I walked through the kitchen into the
living room looking for any signs of my new guest.
The morning sun was filling the large expanse of
windows providing ample light for the room.  The fire
pit was still turned down with no signs of movement in
the room.  I glanced over to the wall by the front
door where our outdoor attire hung.  A stroke of fear
gripped my heart making it hard to breath.  I noticed
both Levi's and Bucky's snow gear were missing from
the wall.  With a surge of adrenalin, I bounded over
the couch sprinting up to my little boy's room.  The
dancing bears from his night light still circled the
walls but had failed to protect my son as his bed was
empty.

I ran over to my room dressing in less than a minute.
As I grabbed my coat from the wall, the final deadly
stroke hit my brain.  The keys to my Range Rover were
gone from the rack.  I went to the back door looking
out towards the carport.  Fresh tracks in the snow
lead down our mountain road eventually curving out of
sight.  I stood in the doorway with the cold morning
air stinging my face.  I remained frozen in my fear
staring at the empty carport.  My mind raced through a
hundred different scenarios of what could have
happened to my son.  Each thought being more terrible
than the first.  My mind snapped as I realized I was
completely cut off from any outside help.  There was
no phone, no cell service and no car.  The nearest
neighbor was a good four hour walk away and with today
being Monday, they probably weren't even there.  I
stared out into the cold not really seeing the blowing
snow.  My body eventually getting a message through to
my brain saying I had been freezing there for twenty
or thirty minutes.  Reluctantly, I closed the door.
My face was frozen from the constant stream of tears
running down my face.  I could hardly breathe from the
mounting anxiety.  "What am I going to do?" I said out
loud to myself.  "How could I have been so stupid
trusting a complete stranger?"

I walked to the living room turning up the fire
attempting to thaw my face.  The sun had risen higher
into the sky allowing me clear visibility around the
valley below.  The beauty of yesterday's snow scenes
now seemed like a cold inescapable prison.  As I stood
there scanning the horizon for some sign of them, it
hit me.  I have satellite internet.  I can at least
email some people for help.  I turned on the equipment
pulling the wireless keyboard to my anxious fingers.
My friend Max was coming up late this evening for a
few days.  If I could get a hold of him, he could be
here in just a couple hours.  I typed a short message
simply indicating Bucky was in trouble and to come at
once.  I sat looking at the screen for an hour waiting
for a reply.  Finally the familiar ding resounded in
the quiet of the room letting me know of Max's reply.
He had called work, telling them he would be out today
as well, and was on his way.  I breathed a sigh of
relief as a plan to find my son was beginning to take
shape.  As soon as Max arrived, we would trace the
tracks down the mountain and inform the police.  It
was then I realized I should have told Max to notify
the police.  I quickly sent another email but knew I
had probably missed him.  "Man, I need to start
thinking clearly.  My son's life may depend on it" I
said aloud.

I tried to remember everything Levi had said the night
before.  He worked at the Land Rover dealer as a
mechanic.  He was looking at the old Miller place.  He
never spoke of any family or friends or even where he
lived.  "God, how could I have been so stupid?" I
reminded myself again.  I paced in front of the
windows watching for Max's big red truck.  The
sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach was
overwhelming.  I collapsed to my knees crying as the
despair for my son reached a peak.  Between sobs, I
caught the gleam of red in the corner of my eye.
Max's 4x4 was bounding around the bend speeding up my
road.

I ran out the back door almost rolling down the hill
to meet Max.  He luckily stopped his rig as I slammed
into the grill unable to stop myself.  Max jumped down
from the lifted pickup hugging me as I babbled
hysterically about Levis and Bucky.  "Calm down, Mark"
he said comforting me in the blowing snow.  "Bucky is
just fine."  Max lifted my head facing it towards the
cab of his truck.  There in the window was the love of
my life happily waving behind the glass.  Without a
word, I pushed past Max climbing my way to Bucky's
open arms.  His smiling face turned to tears as I
hugged him desperately.

"What's wrong daddy?" his voice filled with unknown
fear.  I didn't answer but just squeezed my son never
planning to let go.  Slowly, I pulled myself away to
look into his confused eyes.  "Bucky, my little Bucky!
 Are you OK?"  His look of confusion grew as he said
"Yes, daddy.  I'm OK."  "Did Levi hurt you son?" I
asked trying to understand and growing somewhat
confused myself.  "Why would he hurt me daddy?"

Max pushed me to the other side of the cab as he
climbed behind the steering wheel.  "Let's talk in the
cabin guys.  It's too fucking cold out here."  The
truck drove the remaining hundred or so feet to the
cabin in less than a minute.  I was again hugging
Bucky tightly against me rubbing his head and thanking
God for returning him to me.  With the truck parked,
all of us went indoors.  Max dropped his backpack on
the kitchen floor saying "I'll make us some coffee
while I explain what's going on."  I nodded as Bucky
and I removed our coats with difficulty as I still
held him tightly to my chest.  I sat at the bar with
my son firmly in my lap while Max easily made his way
around the kitchen.

As the coffee dripped into the carafe, he told me how
he took off after receiving my message.  He drove
almost 90mph to get here as quickly as possible
knowing something was very wrong.  Before reaching the
mountain road to the cabin, he saw my Land Rover
driving in the opposite direction towards town.
Spinning his truck around, he managed to pull the
driver to the side of the road.  He had the guy pulled
from the SUV ready to beat the shit out of him, when
Bucky said "We're going to get some friends to help
pull Levi's jeep from the snow.  Do you want to help
Uncle Max?"  Levi was trying to explain but unable to
speak as Max held him by his neck effortlessly above
the ground.  Once he realized Bucky wasn't in danger,
he allowed the young man to explain.  Levi was going
into work hoping to get several of his buddies to help
him wench out his jeep from the drift he got caught in
yesterday.  Bucky was already up and begged to come
along.

"The guy said he left you a note on the dresser.  He
assumed he and the boy would be back before you even
woke up" Max said pouring us both a cup of badly
needed coffee.  "I didn't see any note" I replied
sarcastically.  As I reached for my cup of Joe, Bucky
escaped my grasp running upstairs.  He quickly
returned waving a piece of paper in front of him.
"Here it is silly daddy!"  My angelic boy handed me
the note which Levi had left explaining his intensions
in detail and Bucky's insistence to go along.  Max
cocked his head with a slight smile crossing his face.
 The only words which came to mind were, "I'm sorry
Max."

Max sat his cup down on the counter saying "Don't be.
If I woke up and saw my son missing with some
stranger.  I'd be calling out the fuckin guard too!"
I smiled at his understanding as well as his innuendo
that he was the Calvary.  "Besides, I just get to
spend an extra day with my two best buds" he said
reaching over to tousle Bucky's sandy blond hair.

Bucky giggled as the giant bear paw gently stroked his
soft baby face.  "I'm hungry daddy.  Aren't you going
to make breakfast?"  I looked down into my son's
innocent eyes obviously not understanding the torment
I endured the last couple of hours.  "I'm a bit hungry
myself.  Didn't get a chance to eat this morning?" Max
said winking at me.  I chuckled at how quickly life
returns to normal as I traded places with Max in the
kitchen.  Before long, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes
covered the countertop providing nourishment to my
hungry crew.  I allowed the two of them to fill their
bellies as they piled their plates high with my
cooking.

I stood across from them sipping my coffee not fully
calmed from this morning's incident.  I watched my
best friend eating like the bear he was.  His large
muscular frame was as big as my own but developed by
the physical work of his construction job.  The brown
hair covering his head continued across his face and,
well known to me, the rest of his body.  When we were
in bed together, I always felt like an Eskimo curling
up with a fur blanket.

The two of them finish with my son eating almost as
much as my bear friend.  "The kid can really pack it
away huh?" Max said.  "He burns it off.  Believe me" I
replied winking at Bucky who giggled at my
insinuation.  I poured Max another cup of coffee as we
all went over to the couch.  Bucky had already
stripped to his underwear saying simply "It's too
hot."  His physical strength now obvious as his
muscular four year old body was put on display for the
both of us.  "Are you feeling better now daddy?" he
asked in a sincere voice.  I nodded my head patting
the seat between myself and Max.  Bucky walked over,
but instead of sitting stood in front of me.  He asked
in a somewhat manipulative voice "Since your feeling
better.  Can you be emotional with me?"  I smiled back
wanting nothing more than to have my son as close to
me as possible.

Bucky smiled his delight as his small hands went down
to my pants expertly removing them as I lifted myself
up slightly from the couch.  Max looked over asking
"Hey Mark.  What's going on?"  Bucky's small mouth was
already around my hardening cock as I replied "We
found a way to be much closer a few days ago Max.  I
think I've adopted a nymphomaniac."  Max watched
intently as the small boy easily deep throated my fat
eleven inch dick like some old queen on State Street.
His own cock grew hard in his pants as Bucky's smooth
red lips glided easily up and down his daddy's staff.
I stroked my son's silky blond hair as his head bobbed
intently on my dick.  Without losing rhythm, Bucky's
hands slid his underwear over his firm round ass
letting them fall to his feet.  He kicked them away
before pulling his head from my crotch.

The young boy turned around quickly placing his ivory
white bubble butt just inches from his daddy's
thoroughly wet cock.  His small hand grasped my steel
hard shaft pointing it directly at his tight pink
pucker.  My dick was pumping out precum like an oil
gusher in Texas.  My son applied the oozing liquid to
his small hole before impaling himself on my horse
cock.  Bucky cooed with delight as my shaft inched
it's way into his young warm body.  In a few short
seconds, Bucky's hard buttocks were firmly seated
against my muscular thighs.  My thick eleven beer can
inches were buried deep into my little boy.  My arms
went across his strong chest pulling him tight against
my own.  He playfully wiggled his ass in my lap before
saying flatly "Fuck me daddy, fuck me!"  Physical
desire quickly won out over emotional need as I began
lifting Bucky by his hips forcefully thrusting my
raging hardon into this tight hot ass.

"Uncle Max.  I can suck your dick while daddy is being
emotional?" Bucky asked innocently.  Max's mouth has
hung open since Bucky had started blowing my rod.  "Go
ahead Max" I said encouragingly.  "Bucky loves dick in
his top and bottom.  Something I discovered when Levi
was here last night."  "You mean Bucky sucked off
Levi?" Max asked even more surprised, if that were
possible.  "Yeah Uncle Max.  But you will be better
cause I love you just like daddy does" Bucky said as
the words were forced from his lungs as I pounded his
young body.  Max stood up stripping off his clothes in
record time.  His big furry body was just like a
real-life teddy bear to Bucky's child eyes.  Only this
teddy bear had a hard nine inch uncut dick sticking
straight out from between his furry legs.

Bucky licked his lips in anticipation as Max
maneuvered himself in front of the small boy's face.
His small hands grabbed a hold of Max's manhood
causing him to moan with an appropriate growling
sound.  The boy pulled the loose skin of his shaft
exposing a dark purple mushroom head to his small
tongue.  Bucky licked Max's cock thoroughly as if it
was melting ice cream on a warm Sunday afternoon.
When the boy's mouth opened to engulf the big teddy
bear dick, Max began thrusting his hips into the boy's
face uncontrollably.  The wet warmth of Bucky's oral
sucking along with the expertise of his tongue which
seemed to wrap itself around the hard shaft during
each thrust sent Max quickly over the edge.  He
growled loudly as his entire body stiffened while his
cock exploded hot man cum down the young child's
throat.  Bucky grabbed the big bear balls between
Max's legs pulling and massaging them forcing more of
the thick white cream he has grown to love so much
into his mouth.

With his orgasm spent, Max pulled his hard cock from
Bucky's reluctant mouth.  The boy's hand grabbed the
still hard member rubbing it over his face feeling the
heat of Max's shaft while he bounced on his daddy's
monstrous fuck pole.  The sight of my best friend feed
his man juice to my son intensified my need to blow my
wad.  I stood up holding Bucky out from my muscular
body with big strong arms.  Bucky's own arms wrapped
around Max's waist to help steady his small body as I
rammed my big hard cock mercilessly up my son's tight
hot fuck hole.  Max's dick was again fully hard
slapping Bucky in the face with each thrust from my
groin.  The boy's lips latched on to Max's rod sucking
it into his welcoming mouth.  The bear's thick long
shaft was being forced down Bucky's throat each time
my dick slammed deep into tight hot fuck tube.
Eventually, all the frustration and anxiety from
earlier that morning erupted from my cock filling my
son's gripping ass.  I held his firm round butt tight
against my hips while my fuck stick enjoyed it's much
needed release.

Bucky feeling his insides being warmed by the man he
had grown to love without limits, sucked hard on the
nine inch pole between his lips.  He pulled out every
trick he had to get Max's cock to give up one more
load of thick delicious man cream.  His efforts did
not go unrewarded.  Max let out a yell which could be
heard back in town as his cock shot another hot volley
of cum into the young boy's swallowing gullet.

As my cock emptied it's manliness into the boy butt
which had become my loving son, Bucky turned to me
saying "You don't ever have to worry about something
happening to me daddy."  He pulled himself from my
still hard pole jumping into my arms.  "I will never
let anything keep us apart."  He kissed me deeply
showing passion way beyond his years.  When we finally
broke he finished saying "I'm much smarter than you
think I am."  He winked at me before giving me a final
kiss.

I sat down with my son sitting across my lap.  Max
returned to his place on the couch not saying a word.
He just looked at the two of us with wondering eyes.
After several minutes of silence, a large smile
crossed Bucky's angelic face.  He spread his leg open
showing Max his well developed, hard, four inch penis.
 In a voice of seductive innocence, Bucky asked "I
sucked your dick Uncle Max.  Aren't you going to suck
mine for me?"

End Chapter 6