Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2018 10:06:01 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Our Cabin in the Woods - Part 2 *Our Cabin in the Woods -- Part 2 * Gay, incest, father, son, man, boy * * * * I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. I looked around and saw my dad, fully dressed, walking through the door with an arm full of wood. "Morning, sleepy head!" "Morning, Dad," was the best I cold manage. "Let me get the fire going again and then we can have some breakfast." "I'll make it," I assured him as I got out from under the covers, then realizing just how cold it was, I grabbed for my clothes that were lying on the floor and dressed quickly. "Chilly this morning. Sorry, the fire went out last night... I was unusually tired for some reason, so I didn't wake up to keep it going" he remarked with a straight face. I went ahead and laughed out loud. "Yeah, me too." Then I went about getting orange juice, muffins, beef jerky, and bananas out of the cooler, then plates, and cups from the cupboard. After breakfast, Dad asked, "So, what do you want to do today, sport?" "I thought maybe we could go for a hike. Then when we get back, maybe we could lay out on the dock and get some sun." "But we don't have swim trunks with us." "Who cares? Wouldn't it be better to do it in the nude anyway?" He smiled and said, "I like the way you think, son." We set out for our hike and after about an hour turned back toward our little house. By the time we got back, we were both sweaty and needed a dip in the lake. We shucked our clothes on the way to the end of the dock then jumped in. Once we were sufficiently refreshed, we climbed out and laid down on the weathered boards. "Hey, Dad, do you think my body will look like yours someday?" "Well, son, you've got good genes, so it's quite possible. Just look at your Granddad and me. Of course, if you choose construction, it'll be easier to develop your muscles, but if you choose another line of work, say something at a desk, you'll probably have to work on them." "Oh. How about my dick? Do you think it'll be as big as yours when I'm grown up?" "There's a good chance since you're still growing." "But what about my ass? Will it be...?" "Son, your ass is perfect just the way it is... soft and smooth, not hairy like mine." "I like your hairy ass, Dad." "Just where is this conversation headed, son?" "Well... I was hoping you liked my ass enough to eat it out." "Well, then why don't you get over here and sit on my face so that I can do just that?" He didn't have to tell me twice. I jumped up and maneuvered around to squat over his face. He spread my ass cheeks and dove right in, fucking me with his tongue. I was so turned on by getting my ass eaten and seeing my dad's hard cock in front of me that I leaned down and took it in my mouth. Dad got into it even more after I started sucking his cock, so I wasn't surprised when he came in my mouth. "Mmmm," he moaned into my asshole. When he was spent, I sat back up, turned around and beat off as he fingered my asshole. I came soon after, all over his chest, "Aww Fucckkk!" I cried out as jizz spewed out of my slit. He even caught some of my cum in his mouth, but most of it went all over his hairy pecs. I leaned over and licked some off his chin then shared a kiss with him. "I think I need to get back in the water." "But why Dad?" I asked facetiously. He just smacked me on the butt and told me to let him up. He jumped in and I followed right after. I helped him get the sticky substance out of his chest hairs then when we thought he was good to go, we got out, and started back, picking up our clothes along the way. Once we were dry again, we ate then decided to take a nap. It was turning out to be a lazy weekend but that's what spring break was all about, just relaxing and having fun with your dad, right? When we woke up, we got dressed and went out to the end of the dock to fish. We both caught a few, but always threw them back. It was just great spending the afternoon sitting hanging out with him. We didn't need to fill the time with idle chit chat. We were comfortable enough with each other that we didn't need to do that. We could just sit side-by-side in silence and it was okay. *A lot of people should just learn to be, *I thought*.* After dinner, we went down to the end of the dock, Dad with his arm over my shoulder, and watched the sunset. When the last rays of the day had sunk behind the trees, we got up and went back inside. Dad fired up the stove as I got undressed and back into bed. Once the fire was going, Dad did the same. We snuggled, and I fell asleep, comforted by his loving arms. The next morning, I didn't want to get out of bed, it was so cold, so Dad got up and started the stove up again. I admired his wide back and hairy butt as he squatted in front of it. The beauty of his body always amazed me, and I never got tired of seeing it, or touching it for that matter. "Get back in bed, Dad," I insisted. "Just another minute," he answered. I got up and grabbed a few things to eat and then got back in myself. Dad joined me soon after, his feet feeling frozen. "Damn, your feet are cold!" I announced, loudly. He rubbed them up and down my legs to warm them. It was uncomfortable at first, but I loved him so much I'd do absolutely anything for him including put up with his frozen toes on my legs. I started eating a muffin when he told me, "You'd better not get any crumbs in this bed, boy." "Oh yeah, or what?" I asked as crumbs flew out of my mouth. He smirked, reached around and swatted my butt. I didn't know it was going to turn me on like it did, and I couldn't hide my growing prick from him. He looked surprised to see what affect his little spanking had had on me. I looked down and noticed that his cock was growing too. Dad had never spanked me once as punishment, so this was something neither one of us was expecting. "Finish that because as soon as you do, I'm going to spank you while I fuck you." I swallowed the rest of it in one gulp, almost choking on it. Dad offered me a juice box to wash it down with, then I got up on all fours and shook my ass at him. He didn't need any more encouragement than that. He grabbed the tube of lube from under his pillow then took his position behind me. He got me ready in record time then plunged his cock all the way in. "Are you ready for your punishment, you bad boy?" he asked. I nodded, and he proceeded to fuck me and spank me at the same time. THWACK! I both heard and felt it at the same time on my right cheek as he withdrew. THWACK! On my left cheek as he thrust in hard. "Fuck me, big daddy! Spank me too! I deserve it," I told him. Over and over he spanked and fucked me and I loved every minute of it. When he thrust one last time and stilled, yelling out, "Aww shit!," I came without touching myself. He pulled out then pulled me up and began kissing me with such a frenzy I thought we both might implode! When we finally pulled apart, he said quite nonchalantly, "Well, that was a new twist on an old favorite." "Oh yeah, Daddy... the best fuck yet!" I informed him. * * I had to sit sideways on the ride home my ass was so worn out from getting fucked all weekend. Dad was concerned, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything. My dad was the bomb when it came to giving a boy, this boy, pleasure. "How was your weekend, honey?" Mom asked as soon as I walked in the door from the garage. "It was great, Mom! How was yours?" "Uneventful," she replied. "Just like I like." She replied as she kissed the forehead. "And Aunt Mary?" "Recovering. It's been hard letting go of your Uncle Roger, but she's managing." "I'm glad. I'm gonna go to my room and take a nap." "You didn't sleep well at the cabin?" She asked concerned. "No, it's not that, I'm just tired from the ride home that's all." I couldn't tell her the real reason was because Dad and I had been making up for the months we hadn't been able to be together, by having a suck and fuck marathon while we were away, now could I?! * * * I saw Reverend Parris after church on Sunday and he asked me how school was going. "It's going well, Sir," I assured him. "Thank you for asking." "I'm glad to hear it. You know, I do miss our Bible study classes. Any chance you'll be free to resume them once school is out?" He asked, looking hopeful. While I enjoyed getting sucked and fucked by my pastor, I wasn't sure I could start up with him once again. After all, my dad and I had a much deeper connection than just sex. I'd have to let Gregory down easy. "I'm not sure, Sir. My dad and I will be spending a lot of time at our cabin. In fact, we just got back, do you think I could I call and tell you about it sometime?" "I would love to hear about the time you spent with your dad. I look forward to receiving your call. Take care, Steven," he said as he squeezed my shoulder. "Thank you, Sir." I smiled then joined my mom and dad. "You and Rev. Parris seem like old friends there, Stevie," my dad remarked. "Yeah, we studied the Bible together when he was helping me prepare for baptism, remember?" I asked, trying to downplay our relationship. "Oh... yeah," Dad answered. But he didn't look quite convinced. I needed to change the subject fast. "Hey, Mom, are you coming to the cabin with us this weekend?" "Uh, no, honey, I don't think so. The idea of spending one second in an outhouse doesn't thrill me. Give me indoor plumbing any day." Dad and I just laughed and I secretly hoped that he had forgotten all about the reverend. (to be continued)