Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2007 17:42:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wes Thompson <milkingmachine3@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Welcoming Mouth --- Chapter 5

The Welcoming Mouth

Author's note:

	Uh, there's a bit more non-sex text at the front part of this
chapter than I have done before.  But I needed to set up what Sam gets
involved in...so that he ends up in the situation he finds himself in at
the very end of the chapter...in order to seque to what happens to him in
chapter six...which makes for a revealing scene in chapter seven...which
leads to a helluva time in chapter eight.  Yeah, I know what I'm wanting to
do up for the next few chapters.  So, I hope you'll bear with me for the
first half of the chapter you're about to read.  :-)


Chapter 5 -- The Big Kids

	It was an unseasonably warm October afternoon in the modest-sized
Texas town and Sam, a young boy, was riding his bike back from a friend's
house.
	There was large, undeveloped lot of about four acres a few blocks
from his house.  Trees and tall bushes were around most of its perimeter,
but there were truck-sized gaps here and there, too.  The interior of the
lot was here-and-there scrubby bush and dry, hard-packed dirt...crummy
looking, but a fine stretch of fairly flat ground for a boy and his bike to
make a short-cut of on occasion.
	Sam whipped his bike around with practiced skill, shot through his
usual gap and down the slight incline and raced across the lot, enjoying
the speed and the whirring sound of the spokes and tires.
	He wasn't paying close attention as he approached the far side of
the lot and his usual exit, and only when he was a couple dozen feet away
did he realize some people were in his path.  He skidded to a stop.
	Three big kids stood up from where they'd been sitting in a circle
of sorts and looked at him.  Sam wasn't scared, really, but he was uneasy
in the way a small boy would be in such a situation.  He noticed that on
the ground by the boys was a flask of amber liquid.  I bet that's whiskey
or something, he thought.  By the bottle was a colorful magazine...open to
one page showing a naked woman bending over at the waist...with a naked man
behind her, holding her hips and apparently pushing his thick penis into
the flesh between her legs.  The facing page showed the same woman on her
knees in front of the man, who was holding her chin with one hand while his
other hand gripped his cock an inch from her lips.  Sam's mouth fell open
and he stared for a moment before coming back to reality.
	He looked back at the guys, who were each wearing a t-shirt of some
kind and cut-off jeans.  He'd seen a couple of them around on occasion but
didn't know their names or anything about them.
	The truth of the matter was that they were three misfit high school
seniors, and as such, like teens everywhere, thought they knew a lot more
than they did, thought they were tougher than they were, and talked with
great authority about sex to each other...when in fact the most any of them
knew about sex was what they saw and read in dirty books (and got from the
palm and fingers of their own hands).
	Bill was the de facto leader of the trio, as he was the biggest and
more muscular of the three..  He was a mediocre linebacker on the high
school football team.  He had an unruly mop of dark brown hair atop his
head, and his muscular arms and legs were thick with hair.
	Kevin probably could have done well with girls, because he was
blonde, good-looking, with a sunshine smile.  But...he had a penchant for
kiddie-level pleasure in dirty words, snickered at things like someone
simply mentioning they needed to use the restroom...he still hadn't
outgrown such puerile things, and girls at school got disgusted with him
after just one or two conversations.
	Cory was actually the smartest of all of them, but he didn't show
it for fear of losing the company of only guys who seemed to like him.
Cory was a scrawny redhead, had acne he couldn't shake no matter what, and
since his Dad drove a garbage truck, other kids at school made fun of him a
lot.
	"Hey, kid," Kevin spoke up, a leer on his face, "You sure liked
that picture in the magazine, huh?  Does your Daddy do your Mommy like
that?"  He laughed and looked to his buddies like he'd said something
clever.
	Sam knew the difference between laughing with someone and being
laughed at.  He turned his bike so as to ride around them, mumbling,
	"Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you.  I wasn't going to run you over.
I just didn't see you until..."
	As he pushed past, Bill suddenly reached out and took hold of the
bike's handlebars, bringing Sam to an abrupt halt.  Bill had a kid brother
he liked to intimidate, and he saw in Sam an opportunity for more of the
same.  Kids like his brother and and this kid on the bike were so easy to
fool...you could make them think anything...
	"Scare us!  You think a little kid on a bike would scare us?
No..."  He looked at Sam measuringly.  "No, but you broke up our secret
meeting!  And now you'll tell the cops, right?"  He put a mean look on his
face, though he felt like laughing.
	Sam was flabbergasted...the thought of calling the police had never
entered his mind.  He just wanted to go home...it was okay with him if the
big kids wanted to drink grown-up drinks and look at...at...at the thought
his eyes wandered back to the open magazine for a moment.  Did a man really
stick his cock inside a woman like that?  What happened to the cum?
	Bill took the opportunity of Sam's distraction to wink and smile at
the other two guys.  They nodded to encourage him.  He shook the bike to
snap Sam's attention back.
	"Yeah," he intoned seriously, "Yeah, you'd get us in trouble,
wouldn't you, kid?"
	Sam shook his head back and forth.
	"No I wouldn't.  Believe me I wouldn't.  You guys don't have to
worry about that at all."
	Cory stepped forward, an idea forming in his mind.  They could make
this kid do something, maybe steal some booze, or something.  He crossed
his arms and looked down at Sam.
	"Yeah?  How do we know we can trust you?  How do we know you're our
friend?"
	Sam looked from one to another.  Why couldn't they just believe
him?  He was telling the truth...he'd go away and never say a thing.  But
they didn't seem to believe him.  He didn't have money, he could tell his
bike was too small for any of them...
	As if from a distance, he heard himself say,
	"I...I'll suck you.  I'll suck your dicks for you.  An enemy would
never do that, right?"  He felt a little sick to his stomach.  What was he
doing?  What if they thought he was a nasty boy, now, and beat him up or
something?  He'd probably made things worse...
	Bill stared at the kid, keeping his face from changing expression.
He slowly looked to Cory and Kevin, who'd also been taken aback by Sam's
offer, but had quickly masked their reaction.
	"Hmmm..." Bill tilted his head and made a show of appraising Sam's
believability. "I don't know.  What do you think, guys?  If we let him suck
our dicks, will that even the score?"  He felt his cock stirring, thinking
of putting his cock in this kid's mouth.
	"Well, maybe," Kevin said slowly, "But he's just a kid.  He won't
know what he's doing, I bet, and he's sure to spit out our cum instead of
doing it right and swallowing like a good cocksucker."  He couldn't help
laughing at saying the word.
	Sam, encouraged by his offer being considered, quickly reassured
them,
	"No, no!" he said eagerly, "I can suck you right, I know.  And you
can come in my mouth if you want...I'll swallow your cum.  Really."  He
looked with apprehension at each of them in turn.  Please let them believe
him...
	Bill looked off to the side for a few moments, a calculating look
on his face.  He wasn't about to actually have this kid suck them here and
now...anybody could wander in here and the three of them would catch hell
and maybe get the police called on them for real.  After a minute, he had
his plan.  He turned his attention back to the kid.
	"What's your name, kid?  What time do you go to bed on, say, Friday
night?"
	Guilelessly, Sam gave him his name and said he went to bed at nine.
He flushed a bit as Cory and Kevin laughed, but felt better when Bill waved
them to silence.  They quieted immediately.
	"Okay, Sam, here's what you're going to do, if you're really our
friend and not a liar who's word is no good...you be back here at eight
next Friday night.  If you suck our dicks, we'll know you're okay.  If you
don't show," he let his voice rise threateningly, "Then...then we'll burn
down your house and you and your whole family will die!  You got it?"
	Sam nodded.  He never would have called the police.  He never would
have lied to these guys.  If they'd asked him nicely, maybe he would have
sucked them for the fun of it, though he wasn't sure if it was right to
suck anybody but his father.  Hopefully, if he did what they wanted, then
it would all be over.
	"Okay then...get out of here."  Bill let go of the bike and
motioned with his thumb towards the gap Sam had been headed for.  Sam
didn't waste a moment in pedaling out of there.
	The trio looked after Sam for a moment, then burst out laughing,
slapping and pushing each other.
	"What a dumb kid," said Kevin, "We should of just made him strip
and run around with his teeny weeny waving." He snickered at the thought.
	Cory looked at Bill.
	"I guess you know there's not a chance in the world he'll show up
next week just to suck us.  He'll probably cry when he gets home and when
Friday gets here he'll suddenly get sick and have to stay home."
	Bill grinned.
	"Yeah, I know.  But that was fun.  Did you see him staring at the
mag?"  They all laughed and turned their attention back to the porno.
                           *******************************
	Friday night came and Sam, who had arranged to go to a friend's
house that night, left earlier than he'd told his parents he would.  He
felt bad about deceiving them, but he didn't want those kids making trouble
for his family. So it was that a few minutes before eight he rode slowly
into the lot.  He half hoped the guys had forgotten the whole thing, but in
the deepening darkness of the night falling, he could just make out the
trio right where he'd seen them before.
	As he came up to them, Kevin lept to his feet and hooted,
	"He showed up!  The kid actually...OW!"
	Bill had stood and hit the slighter kid on the shoulder, hard.
What an idiot.  Kevin would mess up what looked like a whole lot of fun.
He ignored his grimacing sidekick and spoke in a friendly manner to Sam,
who had dismounted and was leaning his bike against a small tree.
	"Okay, Sam, maybe you are for real.  If you meant to double-cross
us, I don't guess you would have showed up."
	"I promised, didn't I?" Sam said.  He stood and looked around at
the three guys for a moment.  He felt a little scared at the situation, a
little bad about lying to his parents...and a little excited at the thought
of seeing their cocks and sucking them.  "So...who do I suck first?"
	"Well, now," Bill said easily, "It's too public here.  Anybody
could come through the hedges just like you just did.  Here's what we'll
do.  I got my Dad's car...we'll all go to a place just a few blocks away.
You'll suck us, we bring you back here, and we're even."
	Sam wasn't sure what to think, but he couldn't see any choice he
had.
	"Okay...but I gotta be back here before nine so I can get home."
	This time no one laughed at the mention of his bedtime.  The trio
realized they had a good thing going here.
	A few minutes later they were in the car, Sam in the front with
Bill, Cory and Kevin in the back.  They traveled uptown a few blocks to get
on a throroughfare, turned and drove a few blocks, crossed a bridge
spanning some railroad tracks, then turned again heading back opposite the
initial direction they'd taken.  Sam, who was bright and alert, realized
that, while they'd traveled about mile in the big square U-turn, as the
crow flies he was probably just seven blocks or so from the lot with his
bike.  And so he also knew just where his house was, too.  It was a
comforting thought.
	Once they'd crossed the tracks and made their last turn, they
entered a poorly-lit industrial park sort of area.  The only lighting
seemed to be bare light bulbs high up just at the street corners.  A few
blocks off the thoroughfare, Bill turned into a lot that had a warehouse
and some smaller buildings.
	The tires crunched on small debris that littered the concrete as
Bill drove around to the back.  The car's headlights swept across the berm
that bordered the railroad tracks, then across the walls of the warehouse
as Bill turned towards it.  There were extensions of the building on either
side, and with the main building they formed a deserted cul-de-sac.  There
was various bric-a-brac and trash here and there but it was scattered.
	Bill pulled to a stop about fifteen feet from the wall of the
warehouse.
	He turned off the engine but left the headlights on.
	He looked at Sam.
	"Get out and take your pants and shirt off.  Then go out into the
light."
	Sam looked at him, again not knowing what to think.  This wasn't
what he thought it would be like.  But again, it came down to not having
any real choice.  In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought, echoing a
saying his mother was found of.
	He opened the door and stepped out.  He turned towards the car and
pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the seat.  Then he undid
his belt and snap and pushed his pants down around his ankles and stepped
out of them, a little self-conscious at his nudity in front of strange
guys.
	He heard Kevin snicker and start to say something, but when he
looked up Bill was glaring at Kevin and Kevin's grin was doing a fast fade.
He tossed his pants in with his shirt and looked back behind the car.  On
past the ends of the building wings that enclosed them to the left and
right, a dark line that was the gully the tracks ran through was in the
foreground, and beyond that a vague blur of rampant vegetation on the
farside berm and maybe housetops, maybe not.
	Clad only in his socks and sneakers, he turned back and walked out
ten feet in front of the car, stopping to stand and blink in the headlights
as he looked back.
	The other doors opened and the guys got out.
	"He sucks me first." Bill said, not even looking at the other two,
but they weren't going to dispute him.  He had Sam's shirt in his hands and
he tossed it on the ground.
	"Okay, Sam, get on your knees."  He started unbuckling his belt.
Sam stepped forward, took a moment to fold the shirt into a sort of pad,
then kneeled in front of Bill.  He stared at Bill's crotch as the zipper
came down, followed by the cutoffs dropping to his ankles, and the cock Sam
was to suck first sprang into view.
	'Sprang' was right, because Bill was already half-erect at the
sight of the kid on his knees and all but naked.  The harsh light of the
headlight revealed the head of his dick was already oozing clear precum.
Bill stepped out of his cutoffs and stood with a wide stance, enjoying his
dick being out in the air, turned on by the little kid looking wide-eyed at
his cock.
	Sam's unease disappeared at the sight of Bill's thick penis.  He
stared, wanting it in his mouth.
	Bill frowned...Sam was too small on his knees.  He could start
sucking the way it was now, but once Bill was real hard, his dick would
want to be pointing up and Sam's face wasn't high enough.
	"Stand up." he said to the boy.  Sam complied and now he was too
high.  Nuts, Bill thought, they never show something like this in the porn
he'd seen.  The solution came from the kid in front of him.
	"Uh, maybe if you sat on the front bumper of the car...?"
	Bill brightened.
	"Yeah!  That should work!"  He stepped back and sat the edge of his
butt on the bumper, spreading his legs out for balance.  He grinned at Sam.
"Okay...time to suck cock, Sam."
	The boy walked forward and knelt on one knee between Bill's legs.
Putting one hand on Bill's thigh to steady himself, he used the other hand
to lift Bill's dick up a bit to point at Sam's mouth.  He bent forward to
where the moist tip was almost touching his face.  Then he pursed his lips
and pushed them over the very front of the cockhead, he sucked and nursed
at the firm penis for several seconds, licking and sucking away the precum.
	Above him, Bill groaned out loud with pleasure, and with the
vibrancy of youth, his cock pulsed and pounded its way to full throbbing
erection in seconds.  Sam accomodated the change with hardly a thought,
standing up from his crouch to keep from discomfiting Bill.  He put his
free hand on Bill's other thigh.
	Cory and Kevin, eyes wide with fascination, stepped in close and
hunkered down to where their heads were almost at Bill's hips, staring at
the living porn movie going on inches away from them.
	Having sucked off the precum, Sam lowered his mouth on Bill's cock,
pushing the head on through his tight lips and into the wet warmth of his
mouth.  Bill groaned again, let his head fall back, said something
unintelligible.  Cory and Kevin grinned at each other across Bill's belly.
	Sam slid his mouth back up the cockshaft, back down, back up,
sucking and sucking.
	It was too much.  Bill was a seventeen year-old, after all.  Sam
blinked in surprise as, after only a couple of sucking storkes, he felt the
cockehead expand that little bit which heralded a man's orgasm, and in the
next second Bill rose up off the bumper and exploded into Sam's mouth.
	Sam made a delighted 'Mmmph!' sound as a heavy dose of cum shot out
of the teen's quivering penis, accompanied by a guttural groan from Bill.
Even as Sam gulped to swallow it down, a second and even more powerful
string of cum emptied out of Bill's balls and into Sam's sucking,
swallowing mouth.  It jetted out so strong from Bill's contraction that it
stung the back of Sam's throat.
	Bill was bucking with his pelvis enough that Sam just moved
slightly to rest the top of his head against Bill's stomach, letting the
young man's fucking motion provide movement stimulation.  Bill was driving
his dick straight up and down in Sam's mouth as he spewed his load out.
Sam sucked and sucked to capture the cum and slurp it to the back of his
throat to be swallowed.  The dick spurted, Sam sucked, the dick spurted,
Sam slurped, the dick spurted, Sam swallowed and swallowed, loving to have
made Bill's cock erupt in him.
	Finally, the last pulse of cum pushed out of Bill's penis and into
Sam's mouth, and he eased back onto the bumper, panting.  Cory and Kevin
whooped and hollered.  They'd never seen anything like it.
	Bill brought his head back forward and looked down at the back of
Sam's head, now pushed down into Bill's crotch to hold the subsiding penis
until Bill's breathing was back to normal.  The senior liked the sight of
his naked legs spread wide and the boy's head down between them.
	Soon enough, he smiled, lightly patted the side of Sam's face and
said, savoring the words,
	"You suck good, Sam.  It was fun to shoot my load into you.  You're
a real good cocksucker.  Okay...you can let me go now...you got two more
dicks to suck."
	Sam slid his mouth off Bill, making sure to suck off excess spit
and cum as he withdrew.  He straightened up and stepped back, glancing
between the other two guys.  Bill stood up leisurely and stretched
luxuriously, his now-flaccid, heavy cock shining a bit from moisture on it.
	"Kevin, you go next," he decided.
	"All right!" Kevin crowed.  He stepped over to Sam, and taking him
by the shoulders, turned him so he stood at a right angle to the car.  "Get
on your knees, kid."  He unsnapped his cutoffs and unzipped while Sam
pulled over his folded shirt to pad his knees.  As Sam knelt, he saw how
the hair around Kevin's dick was blonde, too, which Sam thought was cool.
And...Kevin had skin around the head of his dick, unlike Sam or his Dad or
Bill.
	Bill spoke up, his voice a little drowsy-sounding in his post-cum
bliss,
	"Kevin...he'll be too low once you're hard..."
	But Kevin shook his head even as he kicked free of his clothing.
His hand was around his hardening dick, stroking it.
	"He'll be fine for what I'm going to do.  I want to SEE it go in
his mouth!"  He sidled forward a bit, crouching a bit with his legs wide,
and put his free hand under Sam's chin.
	"Open your mouth kid.  I'm going to jerk off into you."  He gave a
high-pitched giggle of puerile pleasure.  He got some satisfaction from
hearing Cory say, "Oh, man...cool!"
	As Kevin switched to a fast rhythm of beating off, Cory and Bill
sat down on the concrete directly in front of the car to watch the show a
couple of feet in front of them.  The scene had a surreal quality with the
skin of Kevin and Sam too white and bright on the side facing the car's
headlights, while the far side of Kevin's arms and Sam's face seemed almost
black.  As when Bill's cock had first been revealed, Kevin's was already
oozing.
	Sam was entranced with what was happening.  His mouth gaping open
to receive Kevin's load, he stared with fascination at the seeping penis.
This was great...to have a cockhead continually in his vision, to be able
to see the cum shoot out of the slit.  He even like the warm, somewhat
controlling hand holding his face in place.  The thought came to him how
much he'd like his father to jerk off into Sam's mouth like this...
	Kevin was hard now, so hard and excited that it almost hurt.  His
strokes slowed down, he was moaning almost continually.  Bill and Cory
egged him on with laughing, obscene comments, and that turned Kevin on even
more.  Ooooh, he was getting close...
	"Kid," he panted, feeling like laughing hysterically at what he was
doing, "Stick your tongue straight out, flat, and say, 'ahhh'..."  He did
laugh then.
	Sam took him at his word, obeying even to the long 'ahhhh'.  He was
rapt with the change that Kevin's dick had gone through.  As it had reached
full erection, the head had taughtened so that the slit in the tip had
split open slightly.  Sam stared at that moist avenue for the impending
load of cum.  He wanted it...
	"Here we go, guys!" Kevin giggled again, his stroke slowwwwwwed as
he felt the cum well up into the firing chamber under his balls.  Bill and
Cory leaned in, anticipation on the faces as they watched cock and mouth
from less than a foot away.
	"OOOOHH...!" Kevin groaned loudly and trembled on his feet as his
climax washed over him.
	To Sam's vision, in the flick of an eye the slit flared wider and a
rope of cum shot out of Kevin's penis and all the way to the back of the
boy's throat, splattering delightfully over Sam's tongue and inner cheeks.
Hard on the heels of the first shot came another and another, the streaks
of cum leaping through the air into Sam's mouth, with Kevin moaning as he
continued slight finger movements to accent his ecstasy.  Sam was vagely
aware of Cory and Bill shouting and hooting, but his attention was held by
the sight of the spurting cock, the taste of the cum in his mouth, the
awareness of the several salvos of cum building up in the back of his
mouth.  It was going to make a real big swallow, he realized, liking the
thought.
	With a few last grunts, Kevin finished cumming, resting his
cockhead on Sam's tongue as he dribbled out the last of his load.  He
grinned widely as he looked down at Sam's face, the boy's tongue dripping
the last bits of cum off to the side, but in his mouth a pool of Kevin's
ejaculation.  Oh, man, he thought, I wish I had a camera.
	"Okay, kid...swallow my jizz.  But keep your mouth open!  Just tilt
your head back so we can see it go down you!"
	The three guys watched avidly as Sam drew his head all the way back
as if he was about to gargle.  He brought his tongue back into his mouth to
its normal position.  The others watched as the pool of Kevin's cum moved
slimily off the back of the boy's tongue to cover the opening to his
throat.  He looked up into Kevin's eyes for approval that he was doing what
the big kid had in mind.
	Kevin nodded.
	"Yeah, kid...do it."
	Sam swallowed down Kevin's cum, gulping heavily several times in
order drink the built-up volume, his throat muscles visibly moving.  More
hooting from the others.  Then, with Sam bent back like he was, Kevin
stepped forward over him and straddled his face, dropping into a
vulgar-looking crouch to lower his dripping penis into the boy's mouth.
	"And now you can clean me off, cocksucker."  He laughed.
	But then he sighed when Sam closed his warm mouth around the head
of Kevin's dick and sucked off the drips and wiggled his tongue into the
cockhead slit...that was good.  He pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth
with a wet popping sound, then said to Cory,
	"The mouth is all yours, Cory."  He snickered.
	The other boy stood up and looked at Sam thoughtfully.  He had a
slight smile on his face as he leisurely undid his shorts and pushed them
down his legs.  Sam, still kneeling, watched his every move.  Thrill of of
young lust went through him as Cory's erect, cut cock was freed, popping
crisply to a slight upangle.  Watching Bill and Kevin have their fun had
certainly had its effect on Cory.  Not only was his penis tip wet with
precum, but a stringy droplet fell to the ground even before he'd kicked
aside the cutoffs.  Sam wet his lips without thinking.
	"Go get your pants." Cory told him.
	Sam blinked but didn't argue.  He hopped to his feet, ran around to
fetch his pants, then ran back up front.  Cory had flopped open Sam's shirt
and laid it flat.  He took Sam's pants from him and told the boy to lie
down on his back.  Sam obeyed, then looked up expectantly.
	Cory grinned as he looked at his friends.  They were puzzled, with
funny looks on their faces that made Cory want to laugh.  He turned back to
the boy.  It was a turnon to have the kid near-nude like that, doing
everything they'd been telling him to do, willingly letting them come in
his mouth.  Cory's hardon twitched from excitement.
	He stepped over till he was straddling Sam.  He liked standing over
the boy like that for a moment, his own cock stiff, the kid staring at it
like it was candy.  He unhurredly rolled the pants into a small cyclinder,
savoring the moment with everybody watching him.  Then he lowered himself
to his knees, his ballsack resting on Sam's chest.
	"Put your arms over your head and raise your head up, kid."
	Sam did, and Cory put the pant-roll tightly behind the boy's head
in such a way that it was propped up like Sam was looking down his own
body.  Then Cory shuffled forward just a bit to where his dick bumped into
Sam's face, smearing precum on him.
	 "Open your mouth."
	Sam did so eagerly, wanting to taste another cock.  Cory bent over
a bit to where his hands were above Sam's shoulders, then with a bit of
pelvic thrust and a bit more shuffling on his knees, he pushed his penis
between the boy's lips and into his mouth.
	But he still wasn't set.  He worked his knees in until they touched
the bare skin of Sam's torso.  Then he lowered his upper body down around
Sam's head and brought his forearms in to enclose Sam's head completely.
The end result was Cory was almost in a fetal position, his body seeming to
be totally oriented around his cock and the boy's head buried in Cory's
crotch.
	"Hey!" Kevin exclaimed, "We can't see anything!"
	"Who cares!" Cory shot back.  He gave a slight experimental push
with his hips, moving his cock back and forth in the mouth enclosing him.
He did it again.  He gave a little moan as he felt the kid give a clever
little suck to his cockhead on the backstroke.  He fell into a rhythm,
fucking Sam's warm mouth with short strokes.
	Bill gave Kevin a nudge and motioned with his head.  The two of
them sat down near Sam's feet and looked up the length of the boy's naked
body.  But they could just make out in the harsh contrasts of light the
action going on. They could see Sam's lower jaw, and, past Cory's waggling
ballsack, the shaft of teh teen's erection sliding back and forth between
the saliva-slick lips that fitted around his dick.
	Sam was in a sort of sensory depravation.  He couldn't see anything
in the enclosure of Cory's crotch and belly and arms.  But it accented his
awareness of the penis occillating in and out of his mouth.  He moaned with
cocksucker lust, though it went unheard amongst Cory's panting grunts.
	Cory had never known anything like this from just jerking off...a
warm, wet mouth was ten times better!  His thrusts became more spasmodic as
the intensity of his pleasure grew and grew, wrenching control from him.
Thoughtlessly, his arms tightened behind Sam's head.  All he could think of
was drilling the face of the boy under him.  His cockhead bumped hard
against the back of Sam's throat, causing the kid to cough and gag some,
and the boy reflexedly brought his arms down to try an ineffectual push
against the larger body squatting on him.  But it didn't matter, because
with a moaning cry, Cory's whole body tightened up into a ball around the
head between his legs, and his penis suddenly gushed cum into Sam's mouth.
	Sam's coughed, swallowed desperately, fighting the discomfort of
the shooting dick pressed hard against the back of his throat.  The
leaping, spurting cock gave him no respite, as shot after shot of cum spat
out of the cockhead.  Who would have thought Cory's load would be the
thickest, heaviest of them all?  Sam drank down Cory's eruptions, gulping
two, three, four times, the ropes of cum still hot from Cory's body.  He
was unaware that he was kicking his feet in the air some in his struggle,
of the delighted shouts of Bill and Cory.
	The wet mouth around his spewing penis was heaven to Cory.  He felt
faint from how hard he spasmed to empty himself into the boy's head.  He
came, he came, he came...releasing every drop of cum he had into the mouth
of the little cocksucker.
	He was hardly aware of his climax coming to an oozing end, of the
slight sensations of the boy's throat working as Sam swallowed the finals
dribbles.  A sheen of sweat covered Cory's skin, and he became aware of, in
contrast, how cool the boy's forehead felt against his belly, just above
where his softening erection entered the boy's face.
	Sam, his face buried in Cory's now-motionless crotch, quickly
overcame his feeling of mild panic at the violent end of the episode, and
gave himself over to the feeling of pleasure at having satisfied another
guy with his mouth.  He raised his hands behind his head again and lowered
his feet back to the ground.  He nursed at the shrinking cock, and gently
worked his face forward to keep his mouth filled with Cory's penis as long
as possible.
	After Cory's breathing returned to normal, he straightened up on
his knees and almost affectionately put his hands on either side of Sam's
face.  He held the boy's head for a few moments, imprinting in his mind the
sight of his dick disappearing into the boy's mouth.
	Finally, he got to his feet (a little unsteadily), unceremoniously
pulling his dick out of the boy's mouth.  With a deep breath of released
tension he leaned against the front of the car.  The other two guys stood,
also, and the trio, all with satisfied cocks on display, looked at Sam
still laying on the ground.
	"Well, you did us right, Sam.  Didn't he, guys?"  Bill looked at
his pals and all three of them grinned.
	"Yeah," Kevin leered, "He was a good cocksucker."  He snickered,
pleased with himself.
	Cory crossed his arms, let his grin become a sleepy sort of smile.
	"Sam," he said, not unkindly, "That was really something.  I've
never got off like THAT before.  I'm glad you showed up tonight."
	Sam felt a little awkward.  His Dad didn't really say much when Sam
sucked him.  He shrugged and said,
	"Aw, that's okay.  We had deal after all."  He paused, then looked
up at Bill.  "So...you know I meant what I said about not getting you in
trouble, and you're going to leave my house alone and stuff, right?"
	Bill had almost forgotten about the song-and-dance he'd fed the
kid.  He exchanged a conspiratory glance with Kevin, who nodded and laughed
at how they'd manipulated the kid.  An sly glint came into Kevin's eye.  He
leaned in close to Bill and whispered in his ear.  Bill shrugged uncaringly
and nodded.  He bent over, got his clothes and stepped into them.  Kevin
and Cory following suit.
	Sam watched, feeling a faint disappointment as their cocks
disappeared.  Oh well.  He got to his feet, peripherally aware of Cory and
Bill opening car doors and getting back in the car.  Sam turned a bit to
pick up his pants and shirt, but Kevin smoothly beat him to them.
	"Here, Sam, let me, uh, shake these out for you."  He unrolled the
pants and sort of shook both articles of clothing as he walked back to get
in the car.  When he reached the door, he suddenly turned to Sam and said,
	"Hey...I think my comb fell out of my pants, Sam.  Would you go see
if it's on the ground?"
	Sam nodded okay and walked back out in front of the car, studying
the ground.  He didn't see anything...he walked a bit further towards the
main building.  Maybe it got kicked.  He heard Bill start up the engine and
the sound of a car door as Kevin got in.
	Suddenly, Bill put the car in reverse gunned the automobile
backwards.  Sam spun around and gaped.  What were they doing?  The car
stopped at the entrance to the cul-de-sac they'd been in and abruptly the
bright headbeams came up, blinding Sam at such close range.  He brought his
arm up across his eyes and cried out,
	"Wait!  Where are going?  You have to take me back, still!"
	In reply, he heard Kevin yell back,
	"We'll leave your clothes at your bike, cocksucker!  Thanks for the
blowjobs!"
	Then, to Sam's utter horror, the car horn blared long and loud as
Bill leaned on it.  To the naked boy standing in the glare of the
headlights, it sounded loud enough to raise the dead.  His legs seemed to
turn to water.  In his mind's eye, everyone within a hundred miles could
hear it and were coming to check it out.  The boy's dilemma was complete
when, with rebel yells and hoots of laughter, the guys wheeled away in a
squeal of tires.
	The darkness and silence washed back over Sam as the sound of the
car faded away.  He stood for long moments and cried briefly, a few hot
tears running down his face.  But soon enough he wiped them away with the
back of his hand and walked out to the edge of the buildings, looking after
the direction the car had taken.
	At least he knew where he was at.  He could go back the same way
they'd brought him, which would mean a longer route that included going
along the well-lit thoroughfare and crossing the bridge over the tracks,
or...
	He peered forward, trying to make out details on the other side of
the hollow the tracks ran through.  If he went straight through there, the
lot with his bike was probably only about seven blocks distant.
	Feeling exposed as he left the sheltering walls, he walked to the
edge of the train canal and looked down.  It was a steep slope, but only
about ten feet high.  Thankful that he still had his shoes, he clambered
down and a few moments later stood in the middle of the tracks.
	Suddenly, he felt good and laughed shortly.  It was kind of cool to
be out in the open air with no clothes on.  And standing in the middle of
the tracks, the open sky overhead, and only distant sounds of traffic
intruding...it was nice.
	But, he needed to be on his way.  Hopefully he could sneak back to
his bike without incident.
	His small white body standing out in the moonlight against the dark
of the earth, he scrambled up the far bank and pushed through the bordering
foliage.



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