Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 06:27:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Wes Thompson <milkingmachine3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcoming Mouth    Chapter 2 - The Lesson

	"...and I'm taking Sam with me." Sam heard his Dad, Vic, calling
back to Sam's Mom as Vic came down the second floor stairs.
	He heard his Mom say okay, her voice pleased.  Vic had so seldom
done much with their son, and she hoped that Vic and Sam were finally
growing to be close to each other.
	"Sam!  C'mon, it's time to go!"  Vic called as he headed for the
back door.
	Sam, who'd been waiting on pins and needles for an hour for his
Dad's summons, sprang to his feet, turned off the tv, and ran back to join
his father, who was holding the back door open.
	Once they were outside, Vic told the boy they were going to a
couple of stores, then take their old clothes dryer out to the city dump a
few miles out of town.  He opened the garage door, stepped to the back of
the family SUV, and opened the door.  Then he walked to the side of the
garage where the old dryer was, squatted and put his hands at the bottom.
SLowly, with sure strength, he straightened up, the dryer lifting free of
the ground.
	Sam liked seeing his Dad's strength, and it suddenly made him wish
that he had his father's penis in his mouth and was pleasing him like last
night.  He remembered vividly his Dad on all fours, crouching above Sam and
fucking Sam's mouth, the sensation of the slick shaft sliding in and out,
the way the head of his father's dick grew big and taut inside Sam's mouth,
the grunts of pleasure he heard, all the cum that Sam had swallowed.
Afterwards, Vic had told the boy that today he would teach him how to suck
Vic's dick, so his father could be satisfied without always having to do
face-fucking.
	Vic walked with abbreviated steps to the SUV and set the dryer down
in the back with a bang.  He blew his breath out then gave it a shove so
the door would close.
	"Shotgun!"  Sam yelled, and ran around to jump into the passenger
side seat.
	Soon enough they had made stops at the ATM and hardward store and
were headed out of town to the dump.  It was a nice Texas day, late spring,
sunny and warm.  Vic didn't say much, just drove and kept his thoughts to
himself.  Sam looked over at his father frequently, feeling good that this
strong man was his Dad.  He was determined to do good and learn to suck
right so his father would be glad to be around him.
	"There's a turnoff about a mile this side of the dump," Vic spoke
abruptly, "A couple of years ago me and your Uncle Wesley found an
overgrown dirt road that ambled around out of sight of the highway.
There's a quiet place with a few trees, rocks, and the like.  We'll go
there and do our business."  Sam just nodded.
	They turned off the highway at a spot that looked just like the
grass and weeds for a hundred yards on each side of their entrance, but
once they went a few feet, Sam could tell there was the vestige of a road.
	"Hit it right the first time." his father muttered, sounding
pleased.  They drove slowly, turning this way and that, the sounds of the
traffic on the highway diminishing and finally disappearing.  With their
windows down, there was just the sound of the undergrowth brushing the car.
It was so quiet!  Sam liked it.
	They went over a rise and a depression of broken terrain about a
half-mile wide lay before them.  A short distance away was a small stand of
trees with a jumble of boulders nearby.  Vic pulled into the shade of the
trees and turned off the engine.  He turned and looked at Sam, his face
unreadable.
	Sam looked around at their surroundings, then looked at his Dad.
	"Are you going to teach me to suck now?"
	That slight smile that warmed Sam came to his father's face.
	"That's right.  Let's get out."  They did, the opening and closing
of the doors seeming too loud in the quiet, with only a slight breeze
rustling the grasses to prevent complete stillness.  Vic stretched and
studied the area, picking his spot.  He was aware of Sam coming around the
front of their vehicle and standing close.
	"Okay," Vic said, "Let's go over by the rocks."  As they walked
over, he told Sam how sucking cock was different and tougher to do right, a
whole different matter from just letting his father fuck his mouth like
last night.  They reached the rocks and, after a moment Vic stepped over to
a particularly large slab of rock that jutted eight feet out of the ground
at an angle...a nice angle to lean back against and facing the warmth of
the sun.  After a moment's thought he went and picked up a cubical rock the
size of a small tv and set it down about a yard from the slab.
	"Listen up, Sam."  Vic started stripping off his clothes.  As he
undressed, he held Sam's eyes with his own and explained how he wanted him
to suck his cock.  As he unbuckled his belt and got his jeans off, he told
the boy how Sam should change how wide his mouth was moment to moment
depending on if he sucking past the head or not.  He pulled his shorts off
and tossed them to the side to join his jeans.  Just like last night, Sam
stared at his father's penis, hanging heavily in front of the man's balls.
He looked at the slit in the tip thinking how, hopefully, his Dad would
empty his balls through it and into Sam's mouth.  Sam realized he wanted
that a lot.
	Vic stepped to the slab and leaned back against it, savoring the
heat of the rock on his back, the erotic heat of the sun against his bare
genitals.  He put his hands behind his head as he kept detailing how he
wanted Sam to suck.  The slight rotation of Sam's mouth during the strokes,
and to pull back just past the rim of his dick on the upstroke, but not off
it completely, taking that moment to give the head a really good suck and
licking off any precum that was oozing out of the slit, so that when he
traveled back down the cock, there was an accented sensation of re-entering
Sam's mouth.  He reminded Sam that he was to swallow all the cum Vic shot
into his mouth.
	He opened one eye to look at Sam.
	"You think you got all that?"
	Sam, who'd been trying to catalog all the strange instructions,
suddenly felt close to tears.  He didn't think he could do it all right.
His mouth opened and closed wordlessly.  His father understood on the
moment and said, not unkindly,
	"Well don't worry about it.  I'd be a fool to think first time
would be just right.  I'll coach you through it, son.  Now get your clothes
off and come over here."
	Sam sat down on the ground and got his sneakers and socks off, then
stood and took off the rest of his clothes.  He felt the breeze tickle
around his genitals and snickered.  He looked at his father, who smiled
slightly and nodded.
	"Feels good, doesn't it?"
	Sam stepped over between his Dad and the small rock Vic had moved.
The man took his hands out from behind his head and pulled his shoulders
off the rock so as to look down at Sam.  Gauging position, he saw Sam's
face was a little high to suck directly while Vic was flaccid, and likely
not quite high enough for a comfortable angle once he had a hardon.  'Bout
what he figured.
	"Move just a little closer, Sam."  The boy took a half-step forward
so his chin was about a half-foot from the base of his father's cock.
	"Open your mouth."  Sam opened wide like a doctor had told him to
say 'ah'.  Vic enjoyed the sight for a moment...his own dick hanging down,
a visual counterpoint to Sam standing naked, his mouth wide open in
readiness to suck Vic's cock.  A momentary urge came to him...to take Sam's
face between his hands, settle into a wide stance that dropped his penis
between the soft lips, and piss into the boy's mouth.  It would be easy...
	For a moment the mental picture was clear as day, and then he let
it go.  He didn't really want to do that to his own son, but he wondered if
someday in the future, if Sam got into cocksucking his friends or other
men, that some guy would want to use him that way.  But for now, a dick in
his mouth unloading cum down his throat would have to do.
	"Squat down a little so your mouth is even with my cock."  Sam bent
his back down a bit, then reconsidered and walked his feet wider and
crouched, lowering his torso straight down.  Vic had another thought out of
the blue...that open-legged, dick-and-butt-available pose would drive any
pederast nuts.
	"Like last night, hold my balls with your hands."  Sam made a small
bowl of his two hands, like he was going to carry water in them, and
carefully reached forward and gently raised them up to softly cup his Dad's
sack.  His father sighed with pleasure at the touch.  Sam was excited...he
loved to touch his Dad like this.
	"Now get your face under my dick, take the head into your mouth,
and work all of it into you until your lips are clear back by the base."
Sam did bend his back a little then for a moment, so his open mouth was
coming from below to the head of his Dad's cock.  He noticed the tip was
already wet with precum.  A moment later the head was in his mouth.
Swallowing air to help his ascent, he worked his way up the dry shaft of
his Dad's penis, wiggling his head a bit like a fish swimming.  Inch by
inch his father's dick disappeared into Sam's face.  Finally, he had filled
his mouth as much as he thought he could, but, with his vision filled with
his father's lower belly and mass of hair around the base of his cock, he
realized he still had an inch and a half to go.  Sam gave a moan and sucked
and shook his head and pushed his face forward, straining to get all of the
cock into his mouth.
	Vic watched the boy's efforts with a slight smile.  He made a
mental bet with himself that the boy would make it somehow.  Clearly, the
boy really wanted it.
	Sam felt the head of his Dad's penis pressing past the very back of
his throat, pushing down into the angle there.  He could feel the head
touching the sides 'way back there, the smooth flesh of the shaft
continuing seemingly endlessly back along his tongue, across the length of
his mouth, out past his lips.  He blinked...he'd made up half the
difference, less than an inch to go...suddenly he had an inspiration.
Carefully, because he was on the edge of choking on the dick filling his
head, he pushed his tongue along the underside of the shaft of his father's
penis, then out past his lower lip, and into the air, sliding along the
remaining skin and into the hairs around the cock's base.  Vic felt the
moist little tickle and took a breath.
	With just a bit more space left in his mouth, Sam sucked and
wiggled his dick-impaled face some more and swallowed again, working his
face forward along the skin of the penis, even repeatedly pursing his lips
forward and drawing them back to try to walk more of the cock into his
mouth.  He was fighting the impulse to gag as the cockhead went Too Far
into the depths of his throat...he couldn't even feel the head on his
tongue anymore, just the shaft running all the way from the back to the
front of his mouth...and suddenly his nose felt hairs, the point of his
chin touched the slack skin of the man's ball sack, and his lips came up
against the firmness of his father's body where his cock started.  He'd
done it!
	Sam's whole mind was concentrated on fending off the urge to gag,
to race a thin stream of air in and out of his nose past the cock down his
throat, to keep his face pressed into the mat of pubic hair in his Dad's
crotch until Vic said to do something else.  His other senses had tuned out
and it seemed the only thing that existed was the fleshy mass of the dick
that ran past his wide-open lips, filled his mouth from top to bottom and
side to side, and snaked down into his throat.
	Vic looked at the top of the boy's head in admiration, the only
movement now being the air coming from the boy's nose moving around the
hairs his face was buried in.  Will you look at that, he thought, wishing
he could take a picture.  If ever someone had their mouth full of cock, Sam
was it.
	"Good boy, Sam," In response he heard a soft, whimpering sound of
gratitude the boy somehow produced.  And it was too much to stay calm
about, all of a sudden.  The warmth of the boy's mouth and throat, the
sight of his cock totally mouthed by Sam, Vic felt the blood start to pump.
He knew the boy couldn't take a millimeter more and would certainly feel
bad about being forced out and away, though it certainly wouldn't be his
fault with Vic's dick switching to stiffening mode.
	"Okay, Sam, you can pull off!  All the way back to the head."
	In a release of strain that felt glorious to Sam, he pulled back,
the volume of cock uncompressing, then sliding out of his mouth like it
came clear down from his feet.  In reality, it only took a moment, but it
seemed like the wet, slathery cock slid out past his lips and slid out past
his lips and slid out past his lips endlessly.  Finally, only the cockhead
rested in his mouth.  He tasted a good bit of precum dripping out of it, so
Sam sucked and licked it up and twisted his tongue into the slit to get any
there.
	"We'll start doing that each time you suck my dick, Sam.  It'll get
easier and we'll move up to where you can do it when I'm hard and I'll
shoot my cum right down your throat."  Sam blinked with some disbelief.  He
remembered his father's stiff dick pumping in and out of his mouth last
night, but then his Dad had just been fucking his face with the front
several inches of his cock.  He never would have have thought he could have
mouthed his father's whole penis before just now.  If his Dad said he'd be
able to have that whole, hard dick in him, then that's the way it was.  He
wanted to say, 'O boy!' but he dutifully held the man's cockhead in his
mouth.
	"Starting sucking me, Sam."
	Sam looked into his father's eyes.  He still held Vic's balls in
his hands.  The sun was warm on his butt.  He loved the feel and viewpoint
of his Dad's oozing penis being in his mouth.  He tried to go through the
things his Dad had said about how to suck cock.  He wanted to do it right.
He wanted his father to come in his mouth again.  Vic took Sam's moment of
contemplation and mental review as forgetfulness and spoke,
	"Move your mouth up and down my dick and keep in mind how I said to
do it.  Don't worry any more about going so deep you choke.  What's
important to cocksucking is forming your mouth and lips to the shape of
whatever part of my hardon you're passing over.  You'll slurp as you pass
over the head on the backstroke...that's okay cause you can swallow the
spit at the same moment you're licking the tip of any precum.  Now get
going."
	Still in his naked crouch, Sam slid his mouth a ways along the
cockshaft, sucking in his cheeks, keeping his lips over his teeth, slowly
rotating his head back and forth slightly, sucking his Dad's dick in till
he felt the head touch the back of his mouth.  Then he retreated, sucking
and turning.  His cushioned lips bounced a bit crossing the cockhead's rim,
and he thought how he'd smooth that out next stroke, then he pursed his
lips to maintain contact and he sucked and slurped at the very tip for a
moment, wiggling his tongue tip into the slit for an instant.  Then he
started back along the shaft again.  He heard his father moan softly.
	With his Dad's cock still being between soft and hard, it curved
out and down enough to let Sam look up at Vic as he sucked his father's
dick another stroke.  The man leaned fully back againt the slab again and
put his hands back behind his head, giving himself over completely to the
pleasure of Sam sucking his cock.
	Sam slid back off the cock again, this time smoothly changing from
the shaft to the cockhead, his suction uninterrupted as he came to the
oozing tip again and slurped and sucked it.  Finishing the upstroke, he
pushed down over the cockhead again, this time keeping his mouth closed
just a bit more, compressing the head of his father's cock as it entered
his mouth again.  Vic groaned aloud with pleasure.  Sam moved his head in
and out of Vic's crotch, sucking and licking, slurping the tip and tonguing
the slit on the upstroke, refining the downstroke as he made a resistant
circle out of his lips.  The feeling of the head of his dick pushing past
that resistance and passing into the warm sucking interior of Sam's mouth
was tying Vic's nervouse system into knots.  Sam repeated the tecchnique on
each stroke down, his father's cock entering and leaving, entering and
leaving Sam's welcoming mouth.  Vic groaned louder each time, then Sam
suddenly felt the penis throbbing so hard it pulsed in his mouth, erecting
fast and trying to lift up.  Sam instinctively came out of his crouch to
ease his Dad's discomfort but he knew he couldn't get his face up as high
as it needed to be...
	Suddenly two hands grabbed his head and the cock was pulled out of
his mouth, dripping wet and shiny.  Sam had a moment of trepidation...had
he messed it all up?
	Vic panted...he hadn't felt a thundering rush to a hardon like that
for twenty years, he bet.  He groaned again as he thrust and tensed his
hard cock in the open air, the sexual jolt of that last suck stroke of
Sam's still reverberating in his groin.
	Sam held his mouth open, a thick sliver of spit sliding out of his
mouth and falling to the dirt.  Was his Dad angry?  But after a few
moments, Vic spoke and Sam was thrilled,
	"Sam...Sam, you picked it all up quick.  I can't believe how good
you can suck cock.  And there before I pulled out of your face I could tell
you were trying to do what you could to treat me right."  He smiled gently
at the boy and patted his head. A wave of happy emotions washed through
Sam.  But...his Dad hadn't come yet.  But Sam needn't have worried.
	"Let go of my balls, son."  Reluctantly, Sam carefully dropped his
hands from the hot area between his Dad's legs.  The next moment he felt
himself lifted up and set on the rock Vic had moved into place.  Then Vic
settled back against the slab again, his cock erect and wet and still
pulsing slightly from tension and unreleased energy.  Sam stared at it with
the undiluted wonder that never failed him, noticing that his Dad's dick
was so turgid the slit had opened a little of its own accord.  He imagined
how his father's cum would pour out of his balls, run through the length of
his cock, shoot through that moist slit, and flood into Sam's mouth.  He
licked his lips without noticing he'd done so.
	"Bend over, Sam, and fall forward with your hands on either side of
my hips."  The boy obeyed immediately, if a little awkwardly, his face
brushing by glistening penis and his face stopping a couple of inches short
of Vic's abdomen as his hands brought him to a stop.  Vic told light hold
of Sam's shoulders, held him back out a ways, then settled himself so his
cock was pointing up directly at Sam's face.
	"Open your mouth, Sam".  The boy dropped his jaw down and Vic
guided Sam back towards him, sliding the head and a couple of inches of his
cock into his mouth.  Vic sighed with enjoyment.  He leaned his shoulders
back and put his hands behind his head again and closed his eyes.
	"Now you can go back to sucking me, Sam.  You can move on my dick
by pushing back and forth with your hands on the rock.  If you suck my cock
like you were starting to, I don't think we'll have to worry about your
arms getting tired."
	Sam took a split-second to think again what and how he had been
sucking, then started doing what amounted to slow overhead pushups, sliding
his mouth up and down his father's rigid penis.  After two or three
strokes, refining his stroke to his different body position, he was sucking
smoothly again.  He seemed to be able to take the cock a little deeper into
his mouth this way, too.  He loved the feel of the shaft sliding back and
forth across his lips, the different shape of the head as it ran to the
back of his mouth.
	Vic, settled back in complete relaxation, reveled in the feel of
his son's tight mouth going up and down, up and down his hardon.  And that
thing he did to tighten his lips and force the cockhead into his mouth on
each downstroke...Vic groaned aloud as Sam did it again.
	And again.
	And again.
	His father was moaning with pleasure continually now, and Sam was
equal parts happy that he was sucking good and determined to make every
suck he was doing as good as the one before.
	His mouth slid down his Dad's cock, then back up, over and over.
The slit in the tip of the dick was oozing continually, and Sam slurped and
licked it up with each journey back to the top of Vic's hardon.  The shaft
was as hard as rock it seemed, and Sam was aware of the head swelling and
tautening.  He was having difficulty getting his lips to go back and forth
over the cockhead rim, and he remembered the same sensation the night
before when he'd had his father's cock in his mouth for the first time.
	"Slower, Sam...."  Sam slowed his stroke at the command and it
enabled him to transition over the cock rim smoothly again.  Vic moaned
once, twice, then groaned in a loud and drawn-out way.  Sam felt a hand cup
him under his chin and another lightly hold the back of his head...he felt
the end of his father's cock seem to expand another millimeter in
diameter...he heard his father give a guttural, animal sound.
	Sam's tongue tip was resting against the slit right when when Vic
came in a spasm that shook his whole body.  A heavy rope of cum blasted out
of his dick, knocking aside the boy's tongue and splattering all over the
inside of his mouth.  Somehow Sam remembered to keep some sensation of
motion going against his Dad's cock, though like last night, the lurching,
shooting head was now too big to get back out past his lips.  It seemed
like the splatters hadn't even bounced from the walls of his mouth before a
second, even stronger, volley of cum shot into Sam's mouth.  He swallowed
cum, but he was already behind...more and more cum erupted from the head of
the dick, threatening to overwhelm the boy.  Even the torrent of last night
hadn't been like this...
	Sam didn't know he was whimpering with effort as his swallowing
changed to full-throated gulping as he fought to gain the upper hand on the
volume of cum his father was emptying into him...
	Vic's head was thrown back, his eyes screwed so tightly closed with
ectasy that he saw black with dancing spots of lights.  He felt like he was
POURING cum out of his balls into the mouth of the boy sucking, sucking,
sucking his dick.  He spasmed again and again, releasing his load so
strongly his trembled.  A machine gun burst of sensations alternated his
nervous system like bolts of lightning...he unloaded cum in Sam's
mouth...Sam's lips were bumping his cockhead, further scrambling Vic's
brain...he unloaded cum in Sam's mouth...the sun-hot rock was against his
butt while opposite, his dick was in the boy's hot mouth...he unloaded cum
in Sam's mouth...through his hand under the boy's chin, he could feel the
boy gulping strongly to swallow the cum Vic was shooting into him...he
unloaded cum in Sam's mouth...
	Sam drank his father's cum down, dimly aware of grunts of total
pleasure that punctuated the spurting cock.  He swallowed and gulped, not
sure how long it lasted, then he was aware of some airspace in his mouth a
moment before a weak stream shot into his mouth, followed by several
weakening pulses that just dribbled cum out of the slit and into Sam's
mouth.  He swallowed this last offering, panting through his nose as he
recovered from swallowing the heavy load of cum from his Dad's balls.  He
sucked gently on the head of his Dad's dick with just his lips and tongue.
	After about ten seconds he heard his father say softly,
	"Stop."
	Sam froze in place, leaning in on his hands, the head of his Dad's
softening dick held in his mouth.  In the same soft, distant voice, he
heard VIc explain how a man's dick simply gets too sensitive to stand
anything soon after he comes.  Vic had controled that moment the night
before since he'd provided the movement with their face-fucking session,
but whenever Sam was to suck him off, Sam needed to be alert for the stop
command.
	So father and son held their position for a few more minutes.  The
grown man was seemingly boneless with relaxation as he leaned back on a
tall rock slab, basking in the sensations of the sun heating his bare skin,
a climax that had lifted his skull right off his body, his dick resting in
a warm, wet mouth.  The boy was bent over at the waist and leaning forward,
his arms on either side of the man's lower torso, his face cheeks revealing
slight interior movement as a couple of times a minute post-cum oozed into
his mouth out of the man's dick and he gently licked it off the cock and
swallowed it.
	Eventually, Vic streatched his arms over his head.  He felt like
million bucks.  He leaned forward a bit and looked down at Sam and smiled
at the sight of his penis disappearing into the boy's mouth.
	"I guess you learned your lesson, son."