Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 07:21:36 -0800 (PST) From: Wes Thompson Subject: Welcoming Mouth Chapter 3 - Dodging Bullets Vic sat on the bed in he and his wife's second story bedroom, his feet flat on the floor, a soft smile of content on his face. The bed was quite close to the window overlooking the back yard, and the tips of the old-style gauzy curtains, rippling in the breeze that came through the raised window, brushed against his bare legs. His pants were down around his ankles. It wasn't his preference to have his movement restricted like that when he was in the sort of situation he was in now, but he'd made the best of the situation and had his knees splayed out to each side as if he was bowlegged. Outside, the reason for the restriction was in view. His wife was home. But at least his daughter was off with her friends. He watched his wife on knees puttering in her flower garden for a moment, then drew his gaze back from the window and looked down. The soft-haired head of his son Sam was moving up and down the hard tower of Vic's cock, sucking him. Sam was fully clothed for the same reason Vic had kept his jeans on his ankles. He was on the bed on all fours to Vic's right, his soft hands resting on Vic's right thigh, raising and lowering his head, alternating between his mouth going down the length of the dick to within a couple of inches of his Dad's crotch...and a long, delicious upstroke that would end with just the last 3/4 inch of the bulbous cockhead in his mouth, where he'd suck off any precum and wiggle the tip of his tongue just a moment in the slit. Then he'd start downward again, the shaft of the man's erect penis disappearing with slick ease into the boy's mouth once more. Vic groaned softly with pleasure. The boy's warm mouth slid back up to the tip of Vic's dick, then down...then back up...it was exquisite. The man put his arms behind him and leaned back at a slight angle and let his head loll back. He drew in the heels of his feet some, opening up his legs as much as he could so Sam would have as much ease of access to his crotch and his hardon as possible. O, he was getting close... The mouth and the lips of his son, sucking and sucking his increasingly throbbing cock, slowed their movement almost to a crawl along the shaft of Vic's dick, drawing out the plateau of pleasure like Sam was hooked into his father's nervous system. The thought of his wife intruded, and Vic managed to bring his head back up to look out the window. His wife was standing now, looking down at the flower bed. He had time to think that if she turned and looked up now, she would see her young boy filling his mouth with her husband's cock. Please don't turn around, Debbie... Sam's mouth had crested one more time at the top of his father's cock, and with a sopping wet, swirling, sucking action, he drove his Dad's dick into his mouth again. It was Too Much. Vic's head fell back behind his shoulders again as his hips lifted off the bed and he ejaculated explosively into the depths of his son's mouth. He longed to groan loud and long but managed to keep it to several short 'unnh's. Again and again he spurted his cum into warm, sucking cavern around the head of his dick. Distantly a thought intruded...could his wife have heard? Had she turned around to look up through the window? Vic just couldn't bring himself to raise up and see...his whole body was trying to spasm as hard as possible, to spew his cum through the length of his cock into the recepticle of Sam's mouth. His hips jerked with short, hard thrusts as heunloaded. Sam didn't even blink when the cockhead slit burst wide open and cum jetted powerfully into his welcoming mouth. He swallowed as quick as he could...he knew his Dad would keep disgorging into his mouth for several seconds more. He gulped and swallowed, gulped and swallowed...O, how he loved sucking his father off and having Vic empty his balls into him. He wished the flood would go on forever. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of having given his Dad pleasure once again, loving the feel of the leaping penis filling his mouth. The jetting became spurting, the spurting faded to a last few pulses of cum flowing out the slit. Sam sucked the last of the fluid away, swallowing with relish, then gently went down on the cock as far as he could and he held that position. He looked left and he saw the spread of his father's crotch hair, it thinning to a central line than ran up his belly. He looked straight ahead and 'umm'ed in his throat in pleasure. The shaft of his Dad's cock was a too-close blur as it rose out from between the man's legs and passed between the boy's lips and into his mouth. And the ballsack...Sam stared at it with near the fascination he had for Vic's penis. It was an enjoyable thought that never seemed to fade for Sam; in those balls his father made the cum that he shot into Sam. Sam looked to his right, just when the afternoon breeze gusted and swept the curtains completely aside... His mouth full of cock, Sam's eyes widened as he saw his mother standing and facing the house. She was looking straight ahead, her lips pursed like she was pondering something. If she glanced up... Vic sighed and slowly brought his head back up, rolling his eyes a bit. When Sam sucked cock, he sucked every last drop out of a guy's balls...he froze, staring out the wide-open window at Debbie. In the next moment, her gaze raised, the breeze died, and it seemed at exactly the same instant that her eyes seemed to look into the room, the curtains fell closed. Vic stayed put only a moment. The curtains started to puff from another breeze, and with a single movement Vic leaned to his right, picked up Sam around his torso, and lunged to his feet. He did a spinning, rabbit-like hop with his bound ankles to end with his back against the wall off to the side. The curtains billowed open even as he came to rest...but the near length of cloth caught on one of Sam's shoetips! Vic whipped Sam's lower body around in an upward arc, the boy's legs pointing up at the ceiling, immediately freeing the curtain. He wrapped his arms securely around Sam's upside-down torso and held them both very still. Outside, his wife blinked, wiped her hand across her eyes, peered with new focus through the upstairs window. But the bed just beyond the wafting drapes was empty. The thing that had come to mind in the instant of looking up into the shifting shadows and fluttering curtain shapes...no, it was ridiculous...she shook her head and went to get the watering can. Something must be wrong with her to even imagine such a thing! There no cry from the outside and Vic relaxed. He grew aware of his and Sam's soft stomachs warm against each otherthrough their t-shirts. And through it all his cock was still in Sam. He heard some odd snuffling and felt Sam shaking slightly. For a moment he was alarmed, then he realized that Sam was laughing. At least laughing the best he could with a semi-hard cock filling his mouth. Vic thought for a moment what the last few moments must have felt like for Sam and he chuckled himself. Hearing his Dad, that set off Sam even more and for a minute the two of them shook gently at the sport of their escape. Then Sam squirmed in his father's arms, clearly wanting to work his way a little lower in the man's embrace. Vic knew what the boy was doing and what he wanted, so he loosened his hold slightly. Sam still couldn't take his Dad's cock all the way to the hilt when it was erect, but he so wanted his mouth filled with Vic's penis that whenever he had spare room, he wanted to fill it back up. As he did now, wiggling his face a bit as he worked more of the softening penis into his mouth. After a moment, Vic felt soft lips reach the base of his cock and the boy's nose breath moving across Vic's balls. Sam had never enjoyed himself so much. Just minutes ago his Dad had come in his mouth, Vic's grunts of pleasure as he spurted into the boy music to Sam's ears. Then came the crazy ride of his father sweeping him off the bed and into the air, followed a moment later by being turned upside down...all with his father's cock in his mouth! And he loved being pointed towards the man's feet...under his nose, the shaft of the cock rose out of Vic and went into Sam's mouth, and only another couple of inches away was the ballsack. And their tummys against each other, warm and slightly yielding, made Sam feel...he wasn't sure just what that feeling was, but he liked it. Vic grew aware of their unique positioning, holding his son upside down against his body while the boy was fitted around his cock. It was as if...as if Sam's body and face and mouth formed a big hand to masturbate with. Vic felt himself getting aroused. It just kept getting better for Sam. He felt the cock begin to throb against his tongue and the sides of his mouth. The girth expanded by increments with each pulse of blood, and insistently, inexorably, forced Sam's small mouth wider and wider, his jaw distending in slow motion. And Vic's penis began to elongate again. The sphere of the cockhead, already just past the very back of Sam's mouth and lodging in the top of his throat, began to push deeper, like the head of a snake determined to explore the moist tunnel it was in. Sam held his ground, though discomfort was increasing. He wanted to have all of his father's hard cock in him so bad, but he never could manage it. The pulsating dick impaling the boy's face kept growing and Sam could no longer feel the cockhead back on his tongue...just the shaft running the length of his mouth and skyward into his throat. He felt the throbbing head of his Dad's erection cut off his air, felt the usual, accursed gag reflex and half-panic ready to blossom that always made him fail at this point. And suddenly he didn't care. So what if his throat had something big in it for a while. So what if he couldn't breath for a little while. He wasn't being all his Dad wanted, was tired of not being able Do It Right. And in that moment of not caring if he choked, not caring about his discomfort, he crossed over and reached his goal. He went almost limp, waiting for his body to rebel and choke and ruin everything, but instead the gag reflex seemed to stay just on the other side of some threshhold. His legs, which had been pointing upwards with his sneaker-clad feet above Vic's shoulders, flopped slowly down and out to the side bonelessly. The creation of a wide open jean-clad crotch just below Vic's chin brought a momentary picture of Sam's hairless, child's genitalia to mind. The throbbing cock, lengthening a few millimeters with every pulse of blood, pushed deeper and deeper into the boy. Sam was in a mental state of calm now where time seemed to have slowed down. With sublime pleasure he tracked the progress of his father's cockhead by the pressure it made against the sides of the boy's throat as it creeped further into him. Sam felt like moaning with happiness and satisfaction as his body accepted all of his father's erection. Vic did moan as he realized the boy's lips were STILL in a circle around the very base of his dick, that the head of his cock was deep, deep inside his son. From the boy's warm, soft lips encircling his penis where it projected from his groin, along the shaft running the length of Sam's mouth and on into his throat, to the cockhead buried nine inches inside Sam, heat and moistness enfolded Vic's rigid cock. His hardon now at its full extent, Vic knew he had to have movement, to generate a release of the lust that seemed to pound in his groin. With care, he shifted his hugging hold of Sam to one where his hands were on the boy's waist. Realizing how sensitive Sam's new-found ability take his whole erection must be, he gently eased the boy higher straight up in the air in the air about three inches, groaning as the sensation of his dick sliding in its wet tunnel. He felt Sam's torso move slightly and realized Sam had taken a breath. Then, just as delicately, Vic lowered Sam back down the shaft of his cock. He rested the boy's face in his crotch for a moment, then raised him once more. Sam was acclimating himself slowly but surely to the cockhead moving far into his throat. He'd wanted this so bad, and could hear the audible evidence of the pleasure he was giving his Dad. He loved the sight and feel of the slick cylinder of his Dad's dick, with a backdrop of the man's large ball sack, moving in and out of his face. One thing unforeseen to this position was that Sam couldn't swallow his saliva. The bottom of Vic's cock was sopping wet, with thin rivulets running from under Sam's lips down to Vic's scrotum and dripping off onto the floor. Time and again Vic raised and lowered Sam on his cock, a slow-motion fucking of his inverted son's mouth that was bringing the man towards his climax. His excitement grew, he couldn't help speeding up the tempo a bit...then a little more. The attitude returned that Sam's mouth and body were no more than an amazing hand to masturbate with. His control became ragged as as he felt his release approaching, and he brought the boy down on his cock once harder than he'd intended. He felt the lips mash against his groin, but Sam handled it. Vic started flexing with his knees a bit to partially appease the growing urge to thrust, to fuck. And then, there it was, he could feel the cum welling up in his crotch. His head fell back and he panted open-mouthed at the ceiling as he reached the point of shoving his son up and down on his slick cock. He moaned... He was distantly aware of a door closing downstairs. Sam's face was bumping rhythmically against his father's pubic bone now. The shaft and head of his Dad's dick, which had seemed an intruder to the bottom of his throat in the begining, was welcome now. The boy reveled in having his whole gullet, from front to back, crammed with his father's stiff cock. And finally the sensations overwhelmed Vic. He trembled a moment at the onset of his orgasm, then it arrived like a bursting sun in his groin. With a groan, he thrust his pelvis against Sam's face, rose up on his toes at the intensity of his feeling, and launched his cum deep into the throat of his son. He felt like that his first ejaculation hadn't even completely left the hole in his dick before his cock spat out another, and another...another...ohhhhhhh, anotherrrrrrr... It seemed his spurting cock wanted to come so hard that it would blow the cockhead clean off... Sam knew the signs of his father getting ready to come. That drawn-out groan after all the grunts, the head of the rock-hard penis expanding as the man clenched his gut and pelvis to spew out his load. Sam didn't know just what might be different with the ropes of cum shooting directly deep down in his throat, so he started his swallowing action when he knew there was only a second or two left before the onslaught. It was fantastic. His lips felt the contractions, his entire mouth did, the long tunnel of his throat did. Sam whimpered with desire and love for his father as the hot cum splashed deep within him. To his consternation, he realized he couldn't swallow all the cum, since the shaft and head kept his throat from contracting right close to them. He swallowed what he could that his Dad shot far upwards in him, but splatter and the dollops that oozed at the end of Vic's eruption slid off the tip and ran downwards alongside the shaft. Sam closed his eyes in happiness, swallowing what he could, dwelling on the feel of being stuffed with his father's cock, loving the sensation of the wayward cum trickling towards his mouth. Vic finally finished emptying his balls into the boy and slowly came down off of his trembling toes. He leaned against the wall, totally spent. If the house was on fire right now, he thought, I'd say okay, just let me be. Footsteps fell on the top of the stairs outside and he heard his wife say, "Vic, are you in there, honey?" Her voice grew noticeably louder as she stepped to the slightly-ajar door to the bedroom. Vic stared at the door through his haze of post-come bliss, just a passenger in this imminent domestic trainwreck. Her hand thumped lightly against the door and pushed it open. Well, now. If a certain semi-famous sportscaster was providing commentary, he would say, "And it seems we have a developing situation." Halfway around the world, nine hundred million Chinese couldn't have cared less about Vic, Sam, and the Amazing Moment From Beyond The Universe. But if that thought had come to Vic's mind, it's unlikely it would have provided consolation. The downstairs phone rang. The bedroom door continued in its arc and opened fully, coming to rest against its stop. Debbie stood there in her gardening clothes, turned slightly to look behind her towards the stairs to the first floor. Vic was perfectly still. He was five feet...FIVE FEET...from his wife. All she had to do was turn back to the room, just the slightest glance, to see quite a sight, indeed. Vic stood against the wall, his trousers down around his ankles. Saliva was dripping off his balls. Above his balls the flesh of his engorged penis disappeared into the face of Vic and Debbie's son, who Vic was holding upside down and had clearly been getting fucked in his mouth by his father. And evidence pointed to success in that endeavor, since cum had finally reached Sam's mouth and was sliding out under his lips along with more drool. That her son's face was changing hue from not having breathed for over a minute would not have helped Debbie's attitude towards the scenario. But the planets lined up for Vic and Sam this time, for with a growl of feminine exasperation, Debbie spun on her heel and trotted down the stairs. Vic wasted no time but shuffled back to the bed, leaned over from the waist, and lay Sam down on his back with the boy's head over the edge of the mattress. He started pulling his cock out of the boy. The experience to Sam was like a carnival ride. Suddenly he was flipped horizontal and a moment later found himself on the softness of the bed. His father's messy-looking ball sack receded away, and under his nose the shaft of Vic's penis slid out and out and out. The cockhead passed out of his throat and Sam took a welcome breath. The bulbous tip bounced off the back of his tongue and slid into the chamber of his mouth. Vic held there for a moment to have the boy clean his dick, sucking off and swallowing the spit and strings of cum Sam hadn't been able to ingest earlier. After he felt his son's tongue squish around in his slit, a signature act signalling Sam was done, he pulled out of the boy's mouth with a wet-sounding pop. "Grab my arms, son." Vic said, holding his forearms horizontally. Sam reached up and caught hold, and his father pulled him forward like a file cabinet drawer, sliding his son's face under his crotch. The boy pressed his face up between the man's legs, licking off the cum and spit there with quick strokes of the flat of his tongue. Vic liked the feel of that quick little tongue. But this was no time for relaxing into such things. Hearing Sam say, 'Okay, Dad, I'm done', Vic moved him back onto the bed. His son was a mess, Vic thought. All around Sam's mouth and completely covering his chin, was a shining mix of Sam's saliva and Vic's cum. His upside down face looked up past the cock that had so recently fed cum into his throat, and he beamed up at his father. "Some fun, huh, Dad?" Vic had to smile fondly back at the boy. He really was a bright, good natured and good humored little boy. He smoothed the hair on the boy's head for a moment before saying, "Yes, son, it was fun. Go wash your face, Sam, I reckon your Mom will be back shortly." Sam flung himself off the bed, scampered out the door, and Vic heard him running to the bathroom. He looked down at the clothes still around his ankles. As he bent over and reached down to hike them back up his legs, he thought that it had been one helluva afternoon. But they'd been cutting things just a little too close. They surely dodged a bullet this time around. THE END -- Chapter 3 Author's note: When I got the crazy idea to try to write some a story, I really only intended to write what ended up being chapters 1 & 2, drawing on incidents from my own experience that only vaguely resemble those stories. Chapter three grew out of a single picture in my mind, that being have some sexual episode near an open window. The rest of the chapter seemed to take off and write itself. But I realize I've done about all I can with the current theme of Sam sucking off his father. I need to either drop the series and do something else, or expand the activities or sphere of contacts for Our Two Heroes. With that in mind, I'd certainly appreciate any reader who would look through the stuff below and indicate what they'd like. While I would enjoy any text or reasons or elaboration for your choices, I don't want to make it a lot of trouble, so even if you just put something like "1B" by itself in an email, that would be fine. I'm afraid I'll proactively pre-empt (and disappoint) some readers by saying that I personally don't have interest in anal intercourse. I don't look down my nose at those who do, to me it's not different from someone just happening to like different food. But while I may mention it being seen or happening, I'm not going to spend my time writing it up. That said, I'd appreciate your thoughts on what should be added, 1. Things to expand The Welcoming Mouth story line. A. Vic shares Sam with other men. If you would get a kick out of a specific sort [old men? Black men? Teens? Certain occupations (e.g., cops, construction workers)?], please state that. B. Away from Vic's company, Sam is cajoled or coerced into servicing other men. Again, see 'specific sort' query as mentioned above. C. Sam learns to accept pissing into his mouth. D. Sam learns rimming. E. Sam's mother and/or sister get involved (this may mean having to post further chapters in Nifty's Bisexual area and not Nifty's Gay Male area, as is currently the case). F. Something else not listed. Please describe. If you have any other comments and care to express them concerning the Welcoming Mouth set of stories, please feel free. Thanks for your time. Wes Thompson milkingmachine3@yahoo.com