Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 09:43:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bucky at the Cabin - 01

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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 1 The First Day

This was the first winter that I could spend time at
my recently purchased cabin in the Blue Mountains.  It
was fairly modest in size being an A-frame design.
There was a large room on the lower floor containing a
kitchen and living room combination.  A bathroom of
good size and a small mud room with the back door were
at the back of the kitchen wall.  The second floor was
a loft open to the living room below with bedrooms on
either side.  The entire front wall was made of glass
and my favorite part of the cabin.  It framed the
outside trees and distant mountain like a picture
postcard.  The new snow gently covered the trees and
ground providing the most beautiful Christmas scene I
have ever seen.

My newly adopted son had been making snowmen all
morning and was coming to my call for lunch.  He was a
eight year old orphan from Scandinavia.  A big boy for
his age, he was solid as a rock with no baby fat
anywhere on his body.  His light blond hair was almost
white blending seamlessly into the background of snow
as he came running up to the steps.  His cheeks were
bright red, but I was sure he would have stayed
outside all day if I let him.  We had been together
for just a few months, but already I loved him as my
own and he knew it.  He was very secure in our newly
constructed family.  "You must be freezing" I said as
he entered through the front glass doors.  "No, I'm
fine.  I like the cold."  "Well, humor me and warm up
by the fire."  The fireplace was a large blazing
square that was in the middle of the living room.  The
stone pit was open on all sides topped with a cone
chimney going all the way up the middle of the cabin.


Bucky, his nickname that came about from his constant
movement and reluctance to sit in a chair for more
than a couple of minutes, removed his coat, snow pants
and gloves at the door.  Standing by the fire he had
managed to strip the rest of his clothes off and was
now only in his reindeer underwear.  I bought the
underwear as part of a Christmas outfit, but he liked
them so much that he wore them all the time.  I
decided I would need to go and purchase several more
pairs so that he could change into reindeer underwear
daily.

I was in the kitchen pouring tomato soup into mugs for
lunch.  The kitchen had a large eating bar as part of
the counter and made a separation between the living
room and kitchen.  It also allowed the kitchen to have
a completely unobstructed view of the entire cabin
area and enjoy the beautiful scenery from the front
glass.  My son was standing in front of the fire place
with his back towards me.  I watched with a sense of
pride at my new son's body.  He was already four and a
half feet tall had a broad chest and back with
muscular arms and legs which were surprising for his
age.  "He will definitely need to get introduced to
weightlifting" I thought to myself.  My eyes scanned
down his back and rested on the two round orbs of his
cute bubble butt which shown prominently under snug
fitting reindeer briefs.  I felt a twinge in my groin
as I continued to stare at his tight round buns.  My
gaze was disrupted as he spun around quickly and said
"Daddy, is the soup done yet?"  I was now staring at
his nice little package which was again surprisingly
impressive for a boy his age but seemed to match his
overall physique.

I looked up at his still rosy cheeked face and said
"It's ready, come over and sit at the bar."  The
little tyke bounded over to the bar jumping on and
over the couch between him and the stool at the
counter.  "Bucky, what have I said about climbing on
the furniture."  "Sorry daddy."  He jumped on to the
cushioned stool and placed his hands on the granite
counter.  I set down a soup mug and a plate with two
toasted cheese sandwiches.  It was obvious his body
was growing rapidly and he needed the extra fuel.  I
had already gotten into the habit of feeding my son
four or five times a day with snacks between
breakfast, lunch and dinner.  His huge appetite would
eventually need the benefits of a structured exercise
program.  I placed my soup and sandwich next to his
and came around the bar to sit next to my very hungry
lad.  He had already polished off one and half
sandwiches and was working on this soup.  I ate half
of my sandwich and placed the other on his plate.  He
smiled at me and set his now empty soup mug down and
began to finish off the rest of the sandwiches.

I finished my soup and got up to return the empty
dishes to the sink.  "Can I go back out and play now
daddy?" he asked with his usual puppy dog eyes look.
I knew this kid was going to have me tied around his
finger while growing up.  But I disappointed him by
saying "I want you to sit for a little while and let
your food digest before you go back outside.  A
stomach ache would pretty much ruin the rest of your
day wouldn't it?"  That statement left little room for
negotiation.  He's still only eight and I still have
the upper hand for now.   Bucky walked over to the
couch and sat down sulking.  After a minute he turned
and asked "Are coming over to sit and let your food
digest too?"  It was obvious my upper hand was going
to slip away faster than I realized.  "Yes, I will be
over there is just a minute."  I finished wiping off
the counters and rinsing off the dishes to be placed
into the dishwasher.

I walked over to the stereo embedded into the side
wall and restarted the Christmas CD I had playing
earlier.  I then sat down on the couch opposite my
son.  He was sitting sideways on the couch at an angle
with his legs spread wide open with his left dangling
off the end of the couch.  He looked so beautiful and
my manhood responded to the image by growing down my
leg and slightly tenting the sweats I was wearing.
Like my new son, I am also a big guy over six feet
tall with about 250 pounds of muscle.  I weight train
five days a week and my efforts definitely show with a
bodybuilder's physique.  I tried to mimic his lounging
position, dangling my right leg off the couch and my
left bent at the knee.

As I was looking at my son's body, his face looked up
to mine and asked "Daddy, what does being gay mean?"
I was a little startled by the question.  Bucky was
told by both the adoption personnel and myself, that I
was gay.  He was asked several times if he knew what
that meant and if it would be acceptable to him.  From
our first visit, we knew we were meant to be a family.
 He always responded to the question by saying he
wanted me for his daddy.  The fact that he never
really knew what the term meant seemed of little
consequence to him.  I assumed a few years down the
road; I would need to explain what "gay" meant in more
detail.  But now, I wasn't sure how to answer,
especially in a way he could understand.  "Well, Bucky
it means that daddy prefers to date men instead of
women" I answered.  "So you don't like girls?" he said
with a smile on his face.  "I like girls as friends,
but I prefer to be emotionally close with guys."  "Me
too" he said jumping over on top of me and laying his
head on my chest.

I wrapped my arm around him and gently rubbed his
back.  After a couple minutes of silence, I hoped the
topic of conversation was over but with his head still
lying on my chest he asked "Daddy, you don't date
anyone."  "Well son, I have you and you're the most
important thing right now.   "So, I am keeping you
from being emotional with other guys?"  I lifted his
head and looked seriously into his eyes.  "Being here
with you is the only thing I want to do.  As long as I
have you as my son, I am happier than I have even
been."  He smiled back at me laying his head back down
again.  I started to again rub his back gently.
Bucky's hand came up and moved my hand down to his
lower back.  I continued my massage and noticed his
body was creeping up mine.  My hand was now rubbing
his firm round backside.  The feeling of his taut butt
cheeks sent sparks from my fingers down to my dick.  I
could feel my cock expanding rapidly and within
seconds it had grown to its full ten beer can thick
inches.  The feeling had to be obvious to my son whose
crotch was now even with mine.

"Um, I like you rubbing my butt daddy.  But it would
be better without underwear."  Before I could comment,
he lifted himself up slightly and pulled his briefs
off in one quick move.  My hands automatically
returned to their previous location and continued to
massage his firm round cheeks.  "Oh yeah, that feels
much better" he said and stretched his arms up and
over my head.  I could feel that his boy cock was hard
as he shamelessly pressed it into my lower abs.  His
head looked up to me and he said "I'm a guy too
daddy."  My hands froze in place and my mind went
completely blank.  It was as if my entire vocabulary
vanished and I just stammer "Uh, uh."  "Daddy, I love
you and want you to be emotionally close to me."
"Bucky, we can't do that" I replied not quite sure
what he was implying.  "It is just not right and is
also against the law."  "It has to be right daddy.  My
dick is hard just having you touch me and I can feel
you're really big and hard.  It can't be wrong if we
both feel the same way."  His reasoning made sense in
a lot of ways and was surprisingly mature coming from
a eight year old.  He is definitely going to be ahead
of the curve.

Falling back on rules again I said "Bucky, even if we
wanted to be emotionally close, it is against the law.
 If anyone found out, they would take you away from me
forever."  "How would anyone find out daddy?  I know
not to do or say anything when other people are around
and I would never tell anyone.  Will you?"  He had
turned the tables and was quickly learning about
getting the upper hand.  "Well of course I wouldn't
tell anyone" was the only answer I could think of.
"Then I think you should start rubbing my butt,
because we both like it when you do that" he said with
a devilish smile.  I again began rubbing his ass but
with a little more gusto then before.  His hands
descended once again and pulled my t-shirt up and over
my head letting it drop to the floor.  He again laid
his head against my now bare chest and slowly rubbed
his face in its light covering of hair.  He soon
lifted his head climbing up further on my body so that
he could kiss me.

His legs now straddled my body and he rubbed his
exposed hard cock on my bare stomach as we kissed.
The passion he was showing me was not simply a father
and son type kiss.  I felt both the love and sexual
desire that excited and confused me at the same time.
I opened my mouth as did he, pushing my tongue into
him and began to explore the passion of my son.  He
copied my every move.  I felt him moving his tongue to
exploration of me as well.  I left one hand rubbing
his firm little ass while undoing the string of my
sweats with the other.  I pull the front down enough
to free my cock and balls from the cotton fabric.  I
rubbed my genitals to ensure my sweats were out of the
way and then returned my hand to my son's butt cheeks.
 Bucky knew what I had done and released my mouth from
his kiss.  He slide down my torso until his dick was
rubbing against my own.  I grabbed his ass tightly and
pushed my crotch into his.  He suddenly stopped his
gyrations and sat up his ass firmly planted on top of
my cock.  He asked "Daddy, I want you to do all the
emotional things you would do with another guy."  His
tone was serious but I couldn't help stifle a chuckle.
 "I don't think you will be able to do all the things
that grow up guys can do."  He looked a little puzzled
and asked "What things?"

I decided to be honest as any boundaries seem to have
disappeared.  "Well Bucky.  One of the things men do
is kiss like we were doing."  "Good I liked that a
lot" he said.  "Me too" I replied.  "Another thing is
called cock sucking.  Not a word you can say in mixed
company either."  He smiled at me as if to say "I knew
that already."   "How do you do that?" he asked.
"Well, you use your tongue and lick another guy's cock
and his balls to make him feel good.  Then you let him
put his whole cock into your mouth while you move your
mouth up and down sucking on it like a Popsicle."
Bucky lifted himself up and moved back letting my hard
cock come into full view.  He eyed the huge member as
I said to him "See why you won't be able to do all the
things grown up guys do."  "What else to they do?" he
asked wanted to know everything.  I paused and then
said "The final thing is called fucking.  The guys I
date are called bottoms because they liked have my
dick pushed up into their butt holes."

Bucky again looked down at my monster cock and then
back up to me.  "Now you know why we won't be able to
do everything other guys can do emotionally" I said
consolingly.  "But I don't expect you to do emotional
things Bucky.  I love just holding you, son."  He
smiled but a tear began to form in one eye.  Then he
slide down until his face was next to my dick.  "I at
least want to try daddy" he said looking up at me with
pleading eyes.  "OK, you can try" I said admiring his
tenacity.  "But promise you won't get upset if you
can't do these things because I won't be."  "I
promise" he said and with that started to pull my
sweats completely off.  I lifted up enough for him to
slide the fabric over my rock hard ass and down my
muscular legs finally discarding them at the end of
the couch.  Just lying there naked, with my naked
little son, felt more erotic then ever before.

Bucky stretched himself out between my legs and began
licking my balls with his little boy tongue.  His
tongue actions were as good as any lover I'd had and I
was very impressed with his intuitive expertise.
Using his hands, he lifted my ball sac and moved the
orbs around in his fingers as he placed one at a time
in his mouth to bath it with his tongue.  "That's very
good son, it feels wonderful.  Would you like me to
show you how I do it?"  His eyes were filled with
excitement.  "That's a good idea daddy.  Then I will
know exactly what to do for you!" he said with great
enthusiasm.

I place my hands under his arms and pulled him up my
body slowly.  I kissed him passionately when his lips
reached mine and he returned the emotions.  I then
continued to pull him up allowing me to kiss his neck
and chest.  I gave significant attention to each of
his boy nipples and teased and nibbled at each
eliciting moans and twitches from my new son.  I
decided to continue my quest and moved my hands down
to his gorgeous ass cheeks.  I then forced him to rise
further until his knees were resting on the arm of the
couch and his delicious four inch boy cock was in
front of my face.  My tongue licked all around his
groin lapping at his balls and the sides of his dick.
Both his almond sized balls fit easily into my mouth
as I engulfed his entire sac and rolled them around
with my tongue.  He was moaning loudly now saying "Oh
daddy, I love being emotional with you."  I let his
balls slide out of my mouth and replied "I love you
too son.  Now this is how you suck cock" as I
swallowed all four inches of his boyhood and began
licking the underside with my accumulated years of
expertise.

In less than a minute, I felt his ass tighten to
marble hardness as he bucked and shook with a dry
orgasm.  "Oh daddy, that was so much better than when
I do it myself."  I let his dick out of his mouth and
asked "So you're already playing with yourself?"
"It's called jacking off daddy, and I have been doing
with for two years now.  Some of the boys in the
orphanage showed me."  "Well, did they show you this"
I said turning him around and leaning him forward
exposing his cute bubble butt to my wanting tongue.  I
spread his cheeks with my hands and began to lick his
tiny pucker.  "Oh daddy, that feels so good" he cooed
as he push his butt back to get more of my tongue to
penetrate his little boy hole.

I decided to go all out and show him everything.  His
hole was full of saliva now and I licked my middle
finger sliding it effortlessly into his warm tunnel.
He moaned softly as I moved my finger in and out of
his contracting hole.  His ass seemed to swallow my
digits as I slide in another and then another.  His
butt was opening readily as if he were an old pro to
finger fucking.  Concerned I asked "Bucky has someone
ever put anything or themselves into your butt
before?"  "No daddy, but I like to put my finger into
my butt.  It feels good, when I jack off.  But not as
good as what you are doing."  I realized now he was a
natural born bottom as I continued to finger fuck and
stretch my son's tight hot hole.

I now had four of my fingers in the entrance of his
small fuck hole.  Bucky was pushing back helping them
to go in as far as they would go.  "Daddy, I think
your dick could go in there" he said almost
pleadingly.  "I don't know Bucky.  Daddy is pretty big
and most grow up guys have trouble getting it into
their butts."  "But I can try can't I?" he begged.
"Well you can try, but don't be upset if you can't do
it, alright?"  He didn't say a word just turned around
facing me.  My cock was leaking precum by the gallons
and I scooped up the excess laying on my stomach and
began slicking up my entire shaft.  Bucky got on his
knees and moved his ass down toward my cock.  "You
need to point it in the right place daddy" he said in
a serious tone.  "Alright just be slow" I said
continuing to coat precum all over my shaft and
positioning the head to align with my son's virgin
ass.

When the head of my cock came in contact with his
tight little pucker, I almost exploded right then
under the intensity of the feeling.  Bucky was holding
his ass cheeks apart ensuring a clear target for my
cock to strike.  Other than holding my dick in
alignment, I didn't do anything to penetrate his tight
boy cunt.  I let him do whatever he wanted at this
point wondering how far he would take this.  Feeling
my cock head against his hole, Bucky pushed down
allowing the head to insert itself to his rectum.  I
saw a wince of pain cover his face and was going to
say something, but he took in a deep breath pushing
down again.  He now had about two inches of my beer
can sized dick in his child ass.  My precum production
must have increased because I could see drops of the
fluid begin to run down the exposed part of my cock.

Bucky continued his impalement slowly rising every
couple inches to allow the precum to lubricate things
before continuing.  After ten minutes of devoted
effort, my son was sitting upright in my lap with all
ten inches of my manhood buried deep inside his tight
hole.  He was smiling from ear to ear ever so pleased
with himself and his great accomplishment.  I was
smiling too.  His ass was so tight and hot I knew I
was going to cum just being inside my boy.  "Now fuck
my butt daddy" he said proudly.  I gladly accepted the
invitation and moved him to his back on the couch with
his small legs extended against my chest.  With my
hands placed around his hips, I slowly pulled halfway
out and in of his tight little ass.  He began to moan
with true animal passion and asking me for more.  I
continued to move even more of my ten inch cock in and
out until only the head remained buried in his perfect
boy butt.  My incredible production of precum made ass
fucking easy and readily accessible to me anytime.  It
was better than any lube and flowed freely during
intercourse.  It was my one true blessing in life,
besides my son.

I wanted to make love to my son forever and make this
last the rest of our lives.  I slowly fucked my son's
ass for over an hour.  Bucky had three more orgasms
during that time, but I could tell he was getting
tired now and decided our fuck session would need to
end.  I picked up the pace and began fucking my little
boy hard, ramming deep into his small body.  He began
to yell "Oh, oh, oh," over and over.  His dick was
again hard and straining for relief.  I too was
getting close and when he screamed "Ahhhhh fuuuck meee
dadddyy."  I felt his ass clamp down so tight that I
could no longer move my cock.  I could feel the spasms
inside his ass as his biggest orgasm yet washed over
him.  The feeling of constriction was so much that I
exploded deep inside his little body flooding him with
warm man milk.  It seemed like I must have cum for a
good four or five minutes.  When it was over, I
started to pull out, but Bucky said "please daddy,
stay in me."  I smiled and leaned back pulling him
with me so that he was now laying on me with my cock
still fully embedded in his well worn butt.

"I love you daddy" he said as I wrapped my arms around
him.  I slowly moved my cock back and forth gently
allowing me to stay hard enough to remain buried in my
loving little boy.  I soon felt his breathing become
deep and slow and knew he had fallen asleep.  I
decided to pull out of him, but as I started to
withdraw, he woke and shook his head indicating he
wasn't ready for me to leave yet.  Actually, I was
very content to remain deep in by son staying
physically closer than ever before.  I began gently
rubbing my son's back in time with my cock movements.
I looked around the cabin, seeing the warm fire in
front of the picturesque view of the new falling snow.
 It was beautiful.  I looked down at this angel who
became my son giving himself to me completely.  I
realized then how truly blessed I had become and soon
fell fast asleep.