Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2011 21:09:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wes Thompson <milkingmachine3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcoming Mouth - Chapter One (Revised)

The Welcoming Mouth

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

	The first time was when Sam was just a kid.  He realized years
later that the idiotic statement by a fellow schoolboy that morning was
total baloney, but he'd bought it.  Sam's Dad, Vic, never seemed to have
much time for him, and while Vic wasn't mean, he was gruff and short with
Sam. Sam had happened to ask another kid at school whether the kid's Dad
liked him.  When the kid said sure, Sam innocently but fervently asked him
how he got his Dad to like him.  The other kid said,
	"Because I suck his dick, dummy!  Don't you do that for your Dad?"
Then he shook his head at Sam and walked away.
	Now Sam stood beside the bed in his parents bedroom, his clothes in
pile at his feet, feeling a little weird to be naked somewhere other than
the bathroom.  He was a little chilly and a lot nervous.
	The door opened and his Dad stepped into the room wearing his
bathrobe.  He closed the door behind him.  Sam smiled at him but his father
looked back at him expressionlessly for a long moment.  He undid the tie of
his robe and opened the front of it.
	Sam couldn't help but stare at his Dad's tall adult body with its
hair and musculature and slight paunch.  But after only a moment his eyes were
drawn to his Dad's penis.  Like his own, it had a bare head of slightly
different color than the rest of its length and a slit at the tip.  But it
was bigger and heavier-looking than Sam's in every way and had hair all
around its base.  To his mind it looked huge, though in later years he
would realize it was just simply bigger than average.  He stared and
stared with fascination.  Dimly he was aware of the movement of the robe
falling down around his father's feet.
	"Son, do you remember all we said when we talked after you got home
from school today?"
	Sam tore his eyes away from the man's genitals and looked at his
Dad.  He nodded as he ran through that conversation in his mind...
	He had come in from school, jittery and nervous and excited all at
once.  It was likely his Dad would whip him good with a belt for saying
what he was going to say, but he had to try.  As usual, his Mom was gone,
having to travel a good distance to his older sister's high school to pick
her up.  He set his books aside and walked back to his father's office,
where he could hear the clicking of typing.  He stood in the doorway for a
moment and took a deep breath.
	"Dad?"  The typing stopped and his Dad turned from the computer
screen to look at Sam.  "Could I talk to you for a minute."
	"Sure, Sam.  What is it?  Make it quick."
	"Well," he took another deep breath, he'd already decided he should
say things right out, "Would you like me more if..." His stomach seemed to
drop out of him as he stared into his Dad's unblinking gaze, and suddenly
he was really scared, but heard himself finish it, "If you could put your
penis in my mouth and have me suck it for you?"  His father blinked and
leaned back in his chair but made no other demonstration.  Sam heard
himself rushing on, babbling how he'd learn real quick and do it just right
and he'd do it whenever his Dad wanted...
	"Be quiet, Sam."
	Sam shut up, aware he was breathless and his mouth dry.  O, this
wasn't going to work...
	He watched as his Dad shifted in his chair, seemingly uncomfortable
with the way he was sitting.  After a long minute, his Dad started talking
quietly to him, his voice somehow hard and soft at the same time.  He said
they could try this, but that it was just between the two of them and he
couldn't speak to anybody about it, unless Vic had given his okay.  He said
that Sam was just a boy and didn't know diddly about what Sam was
proposing, so he would have to do what Vic said, when and how he said to do
it.
	Sam was, in turn, relieved he wasn't going to get the belt, happy
that his Dad was trusting him in a man-to-man way to keep a secret, and
doubly determined to do what he wanted so this would turn out good.  He was
nodding continuously as Vic finished.
	"Okay, then," Vic said in the end, and little thrill went through
Sam as his Dad's mouth turned up at the corners a bit in a soft half-smile.
"Your Mom and sister are going to the mall after supper.  When they're gone
we'll find out if you're going to be any good at this or not.  Do your
homework now if you've got any.  I'll tell you when it's time.  Now go on
out of here."  With that he turned back to his work.
	After supper and the women had left, his Dad told Sam to go to the
bedroom, take off his clothes, and wait while Vic took a shower.
	And so now Sam stood by the bed, nodding that he remembered their
talk and waiting for his Dad to tell him what to do.  Vic walked over to
him and stood close, his breathing causing slight movement in his belly,
his cock hanging below, about the height of Sam's neck.  Sam smelled soap
but also a muskiness that he wasn't sure what to think of.  Was he supposed
to take his Dad into his mouth now?  He looked up questioningly, but Vic
shook his head.
	"Not yet.  What you do now, Sam, is cup your hands together like
you were going to catch water from the faucet to drink."  Sam did so.
"Now, reach out and cup my balls and hold them while I tell you some
things."
	With renewed fascination and excitement Sam reached out and gently
cupped his Dad's sack.
	Vic sighed as he felt the warmth and softness of the small hands
hold him.  He relaxed and told Sam about how grown men's balls produce a
liquid called cum that shoots out the hole in the end of the penis.  It
wasn't piss, it wasn't tears or sweat or spit.  If Sam was going to suck
dick, he said, Sam had to accept the cum shooting into his mouth and
swallow it or it wasn't worth doing.  Sam's fascination grew even more at
both the revelation and the thought of stuff coming out of his Dad's balls
and into his mouth.  Vic told him how at first, like tonight, Vic would move
his cock in and out of Sam's mouth, while later, once Sam got any good at
it, Sam would be able to 'suck him off' without help.  He finished by
saying that if Sam just did what he was told to do, everything would be
fine.  Sam nodded vigorously.
	"Okay, then," his Dad said, looking down at him for a minute.  Sam
was aware of movement and dropped his eyes to see his fathers penis
stirring a bit.
	"Bend your knees a bit and put your hands up in the air over your
head, son."
	Vic carefully brought his hands out from Vic's crotch and reached
over his head, crouching some as he did so.  Without a word, his Dad took a
half-step forward and held Sam's head between his hands.  He brought his
hips forward enough to press his cock into Sam face and started to rub it
round and round.  Sam instinctively closed his eyes and held his position,
wondering a bit at the sound of a small groan coming from his father, but
feeling a little excited at having his Dad's genitals touching him this
way.  He felt a little moisture smearing on him after a few passes and was
aware that Vic's dick was getting firmer.
	"Get up on the bed, Sam.  Get on all fours at the head of the bed
with your tail towards the headboard."
	Sam scrambled up onto the bed, got on his hands and knees, his head
near the middle of the bed, his feet angled a bit on pillows.  He watched his
Dad climb onto the bed, seeing how the tip of his father's dick was wet and
how it was bigger than when Vic had taken off his bathrobe.
	"Hmmm...your head needs to be a little lower."  Sam set his
knee-and-arm stance wider so he was lower than before.  He looked a bit
like a human spider that way.
	"Yeah, that should do."  Sam watched as his Dad also got on all
fours, facing the opposite way from Sam, then crawled up the bed so that
Sam could feel Vic's chest touching Sam's back, and Sam's vision was filled
with the sight of the moist cock.  A hand came into view and lifted the
tumescent dick so it was pointed right at Sam.
	"Open your mouth."
	Sam did, and with a little shuffle forward, his Dad pushed the wet
head between Sam's lips and into his mouth.
	"Mmmff!"  Sam's eyes went wide as the hardening cock slid into him.
	The hand disappeared.  Had there been anyone to watch from directly
overhead, all that would be seen was the dorsal view of a grown man, but
with two small feet seemingly growing out of his shoulders.
	"Sam, cover your teeth with your lips and try to make a tunnel out
of your lips and cheeks and tongue."
	As Sam was trying to effect such an new idea, his Dad's penis
pushed forward a bit and Sam almost drew back.  But he managed to stay in
place.  The head retreated, then came back, pressing to the back of Sam's
throat.  He coughed momentarily, but his Dad's dick was already on the
backstroke again and Vic seemed not to notice.  Sam slowly got used to Vic
moving his shaft in and out of his mouth.  He heard his father give that
little groan again.  In and out, in and out the cock went in Sam's mouth.
It was getting harder and bigger.  Sam's mouth was open as wide as he could
make it, but even then he could tell the head of his father's cock was
compressing a little to get past his lips.
	With each push into his son's mouth, Vic was starting to grunt a
little.  This was sexy as hell, he thought.  Sam had figured out quick how
to form a good sheath for the dick sliding in and out of his face.  Vic
settled his stance a bit and gave himself over to the feel of his cock
sliding in and out of Sam's mouth.  It was so wet and warm.  He could feel
his cum welling up...
	Sam could taste a little bit of fluid seeping out of the dick, now.
Was this the cum he was supposed to swallow?  There wasn't enough for that.
He concentrated on the shaft sliding in and out of his mouth, slick with his spit,
one moment things going dark and his vision filling with his father's crotch hair,
the next moment things getting brighter and being able to see the ball sack
wobbling on the backstroke.
	The pace of the dick fucking his face sped up but the stroke
shorter, his father's thrusts forward seemed harder and more urgent.  Sam
heard him moaning with pleasure.  Sam's head was bouncing a little as the
cockhead bumped the back of his throat insistently.  Over Sam, his Dad
dropped his hips a bit while raising up his torso a bit as his release
approached.  His hips tucked forward again and again as pistoned his cock
in and out of the mouth under him.
	Sam felt the head swell and suddenly it was actually bigger than he
could open his lip-covered teeth.  His head was caught on the dick and now
moved sharply back and forth with the last of his father's thrusts.  The
sensation of moving his son's whole head with his fucking pushed Vic over
the edge.  He had time to grate out,
	"Sam....swallow it...O, suuuuuuck....!"
	The cock in Sam's mouth moved forward violently and erupted.  Sam's
eyes widened and he choked as cum filled his mouth.  His cough spewed some
of the cum out past the dick in his mouth, but he started swallowing as
fast as he could.  Even as he gulped his first good swallow, he felt the
cock shooting repeatedly, and he wondered how much there would be in his
Dad's balls and how long it would go on.  He clinched his eyes as the penis
gushed cum into his mouth.  He swallowed convulsively, trying to keep up,
but his father was coming continuously...he gulped twice, three times more,
drinking the cum down, swallowing audibly...another shot spewed
from the dick in his mouth, he swallowed again, gulping furiously, another shot and
another, Sam was drinking his father's cum as fast as he could, then smaller globs shot
into him, he swallowed those, then the dick just pulsed a few times, the
cum from his father's balls oozing out of the slit in the taut head of the
cock...and Vic finally seemed spent.  Sam swallowed a last time and held
the dick in his mouth, panting through his nose as he recovered.  He felt
his father's chest press down on his back a bit, hot and sweaty.
	"O man," he heard his father say.  Vic felt Sam's breath jetting
well back on his dick, a fine sensation.  He sighed deeply and closed his
eyes.  Tired of his weight being on his arms, he straightened up on his
knees and said, without opening his eyes,
	"Keep your mouth around my dick, Sam".  He felt a slight bob from
the boy's cock-filled head.  He dropped his hands to his side, totally
relaxing, his gut moving in and out with each breath.  After a minute he
put one hand under Sam's chin and the other on the back of his head.  With
a grunt he contracted and sent one last residual pulse of cum into his
son's mouth.  Then he removed his hands and stretched luxuriously.  Only
then did he look down at the boy.  It was a sight...past the hair around
Vic's dick was the upper half of Sam's face, flecks of shining cum about
his mouth, the softening shaft of Vic's cock disappearing into it.  Sam's
eyes were looking into his, ready for whatever came next.
	"You did well, son."  He Sam's mouth crinkled into the best smile
manageable with a penis in it.  "Now...suck off all the spit and cum off of
it that you can."  He sighed with pleasure as he felt the suction and
tongue movement and watched as the boy's mouth slowly drew off his dick.
Vic was pleasantly surprised that Sam then took it on himself to push his
tongue tip into the slit to get everything as clean as possible.
	Vic got off the bed and stood beside it.
	You did well, son," he said again, "Are you willing to do it again
and also learn how to suck me off?"
	Now Sam's cum-splattered smile was big and real.
	"Yeah, Dad!  That was exciting!  I've hever heard of guys doing
something like that."
	His Dad's eyes narrowed a bit.
	"Well, that's because it's just between the two men...like we
talked about, right?" There was some steel in his voice and Sam hastened to
say how he would never tell anybody.
	"Good boy.  Well, go clean your face up and get your clothes on."
	Sam bounced off the bed.
	"When will you teach me to suck, Dad?"
	Vic smiled and this time some fondness came through it.  Sam was
happy.  Welcoming his Dad into his mouth had worked.
	"Well, tomorrow's Saturday and I've got errands.  You can come with
me and we'll fit that in somehow."
	"O boy!"  Sam threw his arms around his father's thighs, the man's
cock warm and welcome against him.

	THE  END