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Subject: Our Cabin in the Woods ? Part 1 *Our Cabin in the Woods -- Part 1* Gay, incest, boys, man, father, son, grandfather This is a story about consensual sex between a young boy and his father, two young boys, one of the boy's fathers and his grandfather. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link fty/donate.html * * * * (A continuation of the story "My Pastor and Me") My dad and I visited our cabin in the woods as often as we could during the summer. It wasn't actually a cabin for a long time. It was really just a foundation and some framed walls, so we would bring a tent and camp out, but after our last trip out there, he spent all his free time working on finishing it and I didn't see it again until all three of us, Mom included, went out the next spring to outfit it. Mom had picked out some basic furniture and while the bed was one of the those bunk beds with a big one on the bottom and a smaller one above, I was pretty sure that the top bunk was never going to get used. Meanwhile, Dad and I made plans to stay there over part of spring break, just the two of us. We arrived and parked the car as close as we could, then walked down the path the rest of the way. I carried the groceries while Dad lugged the cooler. As we got closer, I noticed that Dad had added a porch to the structure. It hadn't been a part of the original plans, but it was a welcome addition. It made the place look all the more cozy for having it. He set down the cooler and unlocked the door. Upon entering, there was a small table with two stools to the right. On the right wall, there was a hutch that would house escort paper plates, napkins, plastic cups, etc. in the top half and sheets and towels in the bottom. The bunk beds were on the far wall and a pot-bellied stove was on the left. Dad put the cooler in the corner near the hutch while I placed the bag of groceries on the table. Then he took my hand and led me back outside and down to the end of the dock. We usually watched the sunset from there, but he turned me around so that I could see our little haven from a different vantage point. It looked perfect nestled among the trees, a part of yet quite distinct in the wooded landscape. Dad stood behind me, then wrapped his arms around me and held me to him asking, "So, what do you think, son?" "I think it's wonderful, Dad, a real masterpiece." "Thanks. It did turn out pretty great." Then he whispered in my ear, "It's been a long time since I held you like this, sweet boy." I smiled and turned to him, still embraced by his big, strong arms, then stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him. I didn't wait for him to tease my lips open with his tongue, though, I opened up for him and he stuck it in. I began to suck on it, getting hard instantly. I could tell he was too, so when I finally came up for air, I pulled back and begged, "Make love to me, Daddy." That made him smile, so he picked me up and carried me back to the cabin, all thoughts of watching the sunset forgotten. When we got back, he laid me down on the bed, carefully, then started to undress me. Once I was naked, he started to undress for me. He revealed his gorgeous muscular body to me slowly with each item of clothing he removed. First, there was his awesome hairy chest, well-defined pectorals, nipples large enough to suckle, massive arms that could either crush you or embrace you. Then there were his legs, enormous, hairy thighs and calves from all the labor he did as a construction worker. Finally, he pulled down his underwear, revealing the "piece de resistance," his beautiful, cut cock standing out from a perfect pair of hefty, hairy balls. "I need you to fuck me Daddy!" He smiled again then climbed on the bed, covering me with the most beautiful body a man could have because it was his body. "Your wish is my command." We kissed as izmit escort bayan he rolled me on top of him. "Grab the lube out of my pants' pocket, will you, son?" I reached down and found the tube of lube he'd been talking about. It was small, and my first thought was, *I'm not sure how this little tube is going to last us the whole weekend. *He must have read my mind because he commented, "Don't worry, a little goes a long way." I laughed at his having guessed what I was thinking. "Besides, it was the best I could do... I didn't want to alert your mother, you know?" "Good thinking, Dad." "Now, why don't you slick me up so that you can ride this monster?" he said jokingly. I eagerly did as I was asked, lubing up his cock and my hole, then guided it toward my rosebud. I relaxed as much as I could by breathing deeply then made my descent. Inch after inch, I took more and more of his massive prick. He watched as I lowered myself onto it and once I was seated in his lap, I stopped to enjoy the sensation of being full of the cock that had made me. Then I raised up all the way and lowered myself once more. I looked down at my father's face and saw nothing but adoration there. It made me want to please him all the more, so I squeezed his cock with my young ass muscles on each descent and was rewarded with another look, one of pure pleasure. He took my uncut cock in his hand and began to beat me off, so I sped up at that point, wanting him to shoot his load deep inside me. I came first, hitting him in the face and chest, screaming out, "Fuck... meee!" as I came. He wasn't far behind. "Fuuccckkkk!" he cried out as his cannon went off and I could feel his hot, heavy cream coating my insides as he did. I sat down and stilled as he filled me up and the last drops of my own cum dripped from my cock onto his pubic patch. When I opened my eyes, he had yet another look on his handsome face, one of pure joy. *I put that look there*, I thought and smiled. "What are you thinking, son?" he asked. "I'm thinking that we need to do that more often, Dad." He just laughed at my having stated the obvious. "You're right, son, we do. But first, I think we should go down to the lake, get cleaned up then come back here, eat some izmit sınırsız escort dinner, make a fire and get back into bed. What do you think?" "I think that's a great idea, Dad." I leaned over and kissed him then lifted myself slowly off his prick and got out of bed. He followed then we walked toward the dock, hand in hand. Once we reached the boards, we started running, letting go only once we'd jumped in. We came together and kissed once more. "Mmm, the cool water feels good on my sore asshole, Dad." He looked at me concerned and asked, "I didn't hurt you, did I, son?" "No, of course not," I assured him. "I'd gladly give up everything just to have your cock inside me 24/7." He chuckled at my young perspective on great sex. "While tempting, son, I think we'd have to eat at some point or die." "I don't think I'd miss it all that much," I commented just as my stomach rumbled. That made us both laugh. "Okay, so maybe I'd miss it a little. Can we go eat now, so that we can get back in bed?" "Anything you want, son," he said as he kissed me once more then led me back to the shoreline. We dried off then ate dinner sitting on our towels. Afterwards, he fired up the wood stove as I cleaned up the remnants of dinner then got back in bed. Once the fire was going, he got in behind me and we cuddled as we watched the flames dancing back and forth trough the tiny slits in the door. Despite wanting to stay awake and make love again, I was asleep in minutes. I awoke several hours later having to pee, so I got up, went outside to the outhouse and by the time I got back into bed, I was freezing. "Geez, Louise, kiddo, you're a popsicle!" "Then warm me up, Daddy," I challenged him, so he chuckled, flipped me toward him and went down on my prick. It was hard in no time as he sucked on it, quickly giving rise to my juices. I came in his mouth screaming, "Holy fuck!" He kept up with me though and swallowed every drop, then came up to kiss me and I got a taste of my own cum. In all honesty, I'd tasted my cum before, but never from my father's mouth. It was hot! "Now you!" I insisted as I went down on him, sucking him to another climax. "Holy fuck!" he yelled, echoing my own exclamation. Once he was dry, I came up and shared his cum with him. He moaned as he licked the last of it from my mouth. "You are one hot fucker, you know that, son? I will never be able to get enough of you if I live to be a hundred!" "Me either, Dad." We cuddled some more then I fell asleep again. (to be continued)