Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2008 21:57:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Wes Thompson <milkingmachine3@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Welcoming Mouth - Chapter 7  (this series is in Incest category)

The Welcoming Mouth

Chapter 7 --- Fessing Up


	The big kids had left his clothes at the bike like they promised,
at least.  Sam was only a few minutes late as he went through his front
door.  He was wondering if he'd be in trouble, but his Dad Vic, on the
living room couch watching TV with Sam's mother, just raised one eyebrow
and told him to get up to bed.

	Sam felt bad about having lied about where he'd been during the
evening, and he promised himself that he'd tell his father everything first
thing in the morning.

	Well, morning came and...relating the truth to Vic would have to
wait.

	It was Saturday morning and Sam was vaguely aware of car doors
opening and closing as his Mom and sister went off to their aerobics
classes.  A few minutes later, his bedroom door opened and Vic stepped in,
fresh from his shower and clad just in his bathrobe.

	Sam was immediately alert and sat up in anticipation.  His mind
flashed back to the first time his father had ever put his cock in Sam's
mouth...Vic had stepped through the same door in the same bathrobe.

	Vic regarded Sam a moment, then reached down to his waist to undo
the robe's loose ties.  He opened the robe and shrugged it off.

	Sam gave a little moan of lust and threw his covers aside,
scrambling up to his knees.  He looked his Dad over, thinking nobody had a
body as beautiful to him as Vic.

	His Dad had worked hard early in life at his own father's steel and
pipe supply business, then had gone into the Marines and done two stints.
There was some slight adult fat at the waistline, but he still had tight
abs and well-defined arms and shoulders.  His whole body seemed hard.

	And his dick...Sam's mouth parted as his breathing picked up when
his eyes came to rest on that cock.  It was perfect in length and thickness
to Sam's mind, a cut dick that had pushed into Sam's welcoming mouth time
after time over the last several months.

	"I'm in the mood for a good suck, son.  I thought just like our
first time would fit the bill."

	In a trice, Sam shucked out of his pajamas and got on his hands and
knees in a wide, splayed stance and backed up towards the headboard to give
Vic room.

	Vic kneed his way onto to the bed and positioned himself facing the
young boy, his moist cockhead an inch from Sam's face.

	"Open your mouth."

	Sam opened wide and Vic enjoyed the sight for a moment.  Then he
leaned over to rest his upper body on his hands, covering Sam completely.

	He pushed his hips forward and felt his cock slide into the boy's
warm mouth.

	He felt the tongue squiggle into the slit, felt the rhythmic
suction of the boy's mouth begin, and gave a sigh of pleasure.

	Sam half-closed his eyes as he gave himself over to sucking and
sucking the hardening penis in his mouth.  He moaned softly as Vic's cock
slid in and out of his face, going a bit deeper each time.  He could taste
the dick's oozing precum on his Dad's backstroke, smell his showered crotch
each time Vic pushed into the boy's throat.

	Soon enough, Vic's strokes shortened but were more energetic and
rapid.  He shoved his cock in and out of Sam's mouth, his ball sack making
small audible sounds as it swung up to bounce off Sam's chin.  He groaned
as the cum welled up...

	Sam knew the moment had arrived and closed his eyes completely,
rotating his face in a screwing motion and sucking on his Dad's penis for
all he was worth.

	With loud grunts, Vic volleyed cum into Sam's mouth and throat,
repeatedly pumping and pumping his load into the wet tunnel around his
cock.  He dropped to his elbows and brought his hands in to clasp Sam's
buttocks, laying his forehead on Sam's lower back, lost in spewing his
ball's contents into the recepticle of the naked boy underneath him.

	Sam swallowed and gulped, drinking the load erupting out of the
trembling dick, savoring how hot the cum was as it came directly out of his
Dad.  The thick, rigid penis wedged his young jaws apart, filled his mouth
and throat, and he loved it.  His eyes wide open, he delighted in the
darkened world he was in at the moment, his face buried in his father's
crotch and feeling the hot skin of the man's chest pressing down on his
naked back.

	The spurting waned, and with a final pulse of cum out of the slit,
ended.  Vic gave a loud sigh a of relief and pulled back to leave just a
couple of inches of his dick in Sam.

	Sam sucked and licked, cleaning his father off.  Then he gently
nursed at the penis's tip, drawing out the last bit of cum in the softening
cock.

	Vic straightened up and put his hands on each side of Sam's head.
The room was quiet except for the man's slowing breathing and the faint
slurping of the boy's lips and mouth working on his father's dick.

	After another minute, Vic pulled his cock out of Sam's mouth and
flopped back on the bed with a sigh, his legs spread comfortably.  He put
his hands behind his head to enjoy the post-cum langour.

	Sam got to his knees beside his Dad, bumping his own hardon against
Vic's hip.  An electric tremor went through the boy at the contact.  Vic
peered down and remarked,

	"Well, boy, looks like you're getting some feelgood yourself."

	Sam nodded, looking at his erection with a mixture of pride,
wonder, and fascination.

	"It happens more and more nowadays, Dad.  And it ALWAYS happens
when I suck.  It gets so hard it even hurts a little bit.  Am I okay?"

	Vic closed his eyes with a slight smile on his face.

	'You're just fine, Sam.  When you're a young guy, you can just
about do a pushup with a hardon and not use your hands."

	Sam snickered at the picture in his mind.

	He reached out and rubbed Vic's abdomen above the man's moist
penis.  Another sigh from Vic spoke of how he found the touch pleasant.

	But after a minute, Sam rested his hands back on his own thighs.
He had to get this over with.

	"Dad?  I lied to you.  I feel awful about it and I can't stand it
being that way."

	Slowly, Vic opened one eye and regarded Sam for a long moment.  Sam
was scared.  What if this set everything back to the way it was before his
Dad let him suck?

	"What are you talking about, Son?", Vic said with misleading
mildness.

	And so it all came out.  Sam stuttering and on the verge of crying,
but his account pouring out of him faster and faster as he spoke.

	He told Vic how the big kids threatened to burn down the house if
Sam didn't do what they wanted.  He told how he lied to his parents so he
could meet the big kids and keep them from carrying through on their
threat.  He told of sucking them, even being honest about how he found a
bit of new and real excitement in sucking cocks other than Vic's.  He told
how they abandoned him.

	He didn't notice the hard, flat glitter that came to his father's
eyes for a few moments at that account.

	He told of how he made his way afterwards, crossing the railroad
tracks, meeting and sucking off Hat.  He told of the curious sexual things
Hat had asked if Sam had done for men besides sucking their dicks.  And
finally, he told of getting to his bike and reaching the house.

	The boy finished with a rush, then waited for whatever Vic chose to
do with him.  He'd do anything at all to keep his current fond relationship
with Vic, but he just didn't know what to say.  So he waited.

	Vic controlled the dangerous, white-hot anger he'd felt when Sam
recounted how he'd been left, naked and alone, to fend for himself that
night.  What if Sam had encountered a real nutcase, some sadistic pervert
that liked torture or killing?  He might have never seen his son again.  He
didn't think he knew two of the kids Sam spoke of, but he recognized that
Kevin punk.  Some time or another he'd run into him...and when he did, that
punk was going to wish he was a thousand miles away.

	But that wasn't now.  Vic could see how scared his son was, clearly
thinking that what he'd done would ruin the new closeness he'd developed
with his father.  His expression softened as he looked at Sam.  He was a
good boy, good-humored, quick-minded, just wanting to have fun day by day.

	He reached out and gently gripped the boy's shoulder with real
affection.

	"It's okay, Sam.  You thought you were doing the right thing for us
all.  But, there are things about the situation that, if you'd been honest
and told me, I could have taken care of without you going through what you
did.  Grownups know a lot more than you, boy."

	"I'm sorry, Dad, I really am.  I won't lie to you again!"  Sam
beamed and pitty-patted his hands on his thighs in exuberance, seeing how
things were Still Good with his Dad.  He threw a leg over his Dad's so that
he was straddling the man's thigh, then flopped onto Vic's chest.  He liked
them being together like this, feeling their bodies together with his Dad's
chest and belly moving with his breathing.

	"Dad?"  Sam's face went serious as he thought of talking with Hat.
Idly, he reached down with a hand and cupped his father's ball sack.  "Dad,
what were those things Hat talked about?  'Balling', 'rimming'...and...is
it enjoyable for a man to pee in a boy's mouth?  I didn't know what to
think when he said those things."

	Vic smiled languidly.  Sam's soft little hand was on his balls, the
boy's privates were pressed against his thigh, they were naked against each
other...it was nicely erotic.  He felt his penis stirring.
	But before dealing with that, he had an idea.

	"Sam, you're a growing boy and starting to wonder about lots of
things about sex.  That's the way it should be.  I think for you, seeing
would be a lot better than me just trying to explain or talk about such
things.  I used to know a place where about anything a man liked to do with
another man would go on.  I'll make a call in few minutes and see if it's
still what it was."

	Sam felt a cats-paw touch on the wrist by the hand cupping his Dad.
He looked down and saw Vic's cock pulsing slightly, engorging again.

	"If it is," Vic sat up easily, picking up Sam and setting him down
off to the side on his back, "You and I will go over and you can get an
eyeful; maybe answer a lot of your questions.  But for now..."

	He lifted a thigh over his son's head and straddled his face.  Sam
smiled hugely, transferred his gaze to Vic's dick, opened his mouth as wide
as he could, and watched the throbbing penis all the way to his mouth.  A
moment later his whole mouth was full of Vic's cock and he was pressing his
face forward to get all of it he could.

		THE END - The Welcoming Mouth, Chapter 7



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