Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 13:42:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wes Thompson <milkingmachine3@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Welcoming Mouth --- Chapter 6

The Welcoming Mouth

Chapter 6 - The Third Step


	Sam was feeling quite the adventurer and sort of enjoying, it,
actually.  Even though he sensed he was in a dangerous situation, his
natural good humor and imagination kept bad feelings away.
	Here he was, naked except for his tennis shoes, sneaking through an
old neighborhood of run-down houses, scampering from shadow to shadow.
He'd had a couple of close calls where he almost let himself be seen, and
once already he'd been scared out of his skull at a dog that suddenly
barked from behind a fence, but Sam had managed to get through a couple of
blocks of houses now, and his confidence was up.  And he felt...he wasn't
sure just what the feeling was, but he liked running around without his
clothes and his small cock felt sort of funny in a disturbingly good way.
	He figured he only had about four blocks to go before he'd cross
the street bordering the lot where he'd left his bike.  He crept down the
side of a house, his left hand touching its side, stepping as quietly as he
could.  He stopped as he came close to an opened window.  He could hear a
TV on, but nothing else.  After a moment, he stooped, scuttled under and
past the window, then quickly went to the back corner of the house.  He
stopped and looked around as he had each time at this sort of juncture.
	The neighboring house's back yard to his right was almost totally
dark with two huge trees blocking out the moonlight, but Sam didn't sense
anything from there.  He peered around the corner of the house he was
against.  The back door was right at the corner where he stood.  It was
closed, though some light from inside the house bled through the
cloth-curtained window of the door.  On the other side of the door, what
looked like an old refrigerator blocked Sam's view of the back edge of the
house, but he heard nothing unusual.  This back yard had a single big tree,
which shadowed and dappled the majority of the yard, but left the route Sam
meant to take to the back alley lit by un-obstructed moonlight.
	Satisfied all was okay and eager to get on his way, Sam turned his
gaze to the alleyway and left the corner of the house, doing a quick
walk/run.
	He was halfway to the alley when he heard a deep, mild voice behind
him say,
	"Well, now.  There's a sight you don't see every day."
	Sam froze.  He was caught dead to rights, as his Dad liked to say.
Slowly, he turned and looked back towards the house.
	There was a man sitting on a stool, leaning back against the house
wall.  That old refrigerator had hidden him from Sam.  Sam couldn't really
tell much more than someone was sitting there...the shadow of the big tree
cut a diagonal line across the man's lower chest, showing him to be
bare-legged and in some kind of gym shorts, but concealing his upper body
and face.  His legs, lit by the moonlight, were quite dark, and Sam
realized it was a black man sitting there.
	"Boy...", that mild, unthreatening voice came again, "Boy, what in
the Wide, Wide World of Sports are you doing running around without any
clothes on?"
	Sam couldn't help it...he snickered.  He'd never heard someone talk
like this.  And the man sounded so relaxed and at ease.  Sam saw a small
glow appear and disappear where the man's head would be and realized he was
smoking.  Saw suddenly could smell it, a little bit, and it had a funny
sort of smell he was unfamiliar with, but it was okay.
	"Boy, you could get in heap of trouble going on like your are.
Come here so I can get a proper look at you."
	An element of caution returned to Sam, but he was in the man's
yard, and he obeyed the grownup without really thinking about it.  He
walked slowly towards him, and as he got close to the man he was able to
make out some details.  The man was about the same age as his Dad, but was
taller and slimmer.  The shorts was all the man had on, though Sam could
now see a table to the man's left, on which there was a t-shirt, a couple
of beer cans, and some little things alongside an ashtray.
	He could see the man's face now.  Eyes white in a bearded black
face examined Sam with interest.  The man inhaled on the funny-smelling
cigarette again, making a strange face and holding his breath for some
reason.  Sam felt like snickering again.  After a moment the man set the
smoking stub in the ashtray, then reached out with one hand and took Sam by
the arm.
	Gently but firmly, he pulled Sam to his side but faced him so they
were both looking towards the alley.  The line of shadow where Sam stood
put his face in shadow, but his bare body was fully in the silvery
moonlight.  For a moment, they simply looked at each other, then the man's
eyes slid down to look the boy over.  After several seconds the man took a
deep breath, shifted a bit on his stool, then met Sam's gaze again.
	"Now," he said, not unkindly, "Where in tarnation are your clothes,
boy?  And what's your name?"
	Sam smiled at the phrase and wondered where tarnation was.  Wasn't
that an island near Australia or something?  But a grownup had asked him a
question.  He hesitated, then told the truth without telling the whole
story, and even as he opened his mouth he felt sad again, all of a sudden,
at the way Bill and his buddies had left him.
	"Some big kids...they took them and made me walk home.  And my
name's Sam."
	The man turned his head away for a moment and Sam heard him mutter
something about 'pinhead punks'.  Then he turned back to Sam.  Just then a
woman's voice called out from in the house,
	"Hey, Hat, your program's coming on in a few minutes!"
	The man gave an exasperated sigh, turn his head towards the house
and yelled, deafening Sam less than a foot away,
	"Awright, woman!  Keep your panties on...I'll be in when I feel
like it!"
	He turned back to Sam, who missed the speculating look that came
and went in his eye.
	"Hat?" Sam said wonderingly, "Is that your name...Hat?"
	The man made a show of looking around conspiritorily, then leaned
in close to Sam.
	"Boy...if your name was Horatio Algonquin Trapperman, wouldn't you
go by your initials, too?"  He gave the boy a broad wink.  Sam grinned and
nodded.
	"So those boys stole your clothes, huh?  Did they hurt you any,
Sam?"  And with that, while still holding Sam's arm, he reached across with
his other hand and put it on Sam's chest.  After a moment, he moved it in a
soothing, circular motion, working unhurredly lower and lower.
	"No..., not really."  The man's warm hand felt good, caressing him
like that.  As it passed below Sam's waist to his lower belly, Sam
felt...he felt...he wasn't sure what it was, but he found himself
anticipating the hand going between his legs.
	And so it did.  The supple and gentle warmth enclosed his small
cock and balls.  Sam gave a little 'oooh' of pleasure.  But it was lost in
the louder moan of pleasure coming from Hat as he closed his eyes and
leaned his head against the boy's shoulder for a moment.  Sam heard him say
faintly,
	"O, sweet boy...sweet boy..."
	Sam turned his head a bit to look at Hat, and something caught his
eye.  He looked down and saw the black man's gym shorts distended a bit
from a growing erection.  And there was a damp, darker spot at the apex of
the stretched cloth.  Sam gave a little laugh of pleasure as he thought of
the man's cock in there.
	Hat heard him laugh and straightened back up.  He tilted his head
as he looked at Sam and said,
	"What you laughing about, Sam?  Did I tickle you?"
	Sam shook his head and smiled into the man's eyes.  He pointed down
at Hat's shorts and said in a pleased voice,
	"You've got a hard-on, Hat!"
	The man's face showed nothing for a long moment, then his eyes
narrowed a bit at Sam before he slowly looked down at himself.  He looked
back at Sam out of the corner of his eye and replied,
	"And so I do, Sam.  You felt so nice that it just had to happen, I
guess.  It's mite uncomfortable like this, but I guess I'll just have to
take it.  It wouldn't be polite to mess with my shorts with a young boy
like you visiting."
	Sam blinked.  Hat thought Sam would feel bad about it!  He hurried
to reassure him.
	"Hat, you don't have to think that.  You should do whatever you
want!  And, anyway I'd like to see it.  Uh, is it black like the rest of
you?"
	Slowly, Hat removed his hands from Sam's privates and arm, then
leaned back so his shoulders rested against the house.  He drew his legs
close together and stretched them out in front of him.
	"Sam," he said softly, looking at the boy with mild expression,
"Why don't you pull down my shorts?  It'd make me more comfortable and you
could have a good look."
	The boy nodded eagerly, fixing his eyes on the tent the man's cock
made.  He stepped close to Hat's hip, then, after a moment of
consideration, stepped across the black man's legs so he was straddling the
man's knees.  He reached up and tentatively slipped his hands into the
waistband of the shorts.  He paused and looked up at Hat.  The man was
breathing deeply and watching Sam intently.  The sight of the naked boy,
his legs apart and leaning forward a bit, his little hands reaching to
undress Hat, was erotic as all get out.  His cock was moving slightly of
its own accord, his blood pulse of excitement was so strong.
	"Go ahead, Sam.  I want you to see me, too."
	Sam looked back to his task.  With that instinct he had for sensing
what was best for a dick in his care, he first pulled the waistband out
away from Hat's body so as to not drag the cloth across the sensitive
erection. There was the sound of a soft slap as the cock dropped against
the man's stomach.  Then, as Hat braced his shoulders and feet as a bridge
to lift his butt off the stool, Sam drew the shorts down off the man's
hips.
	Sam was barely aware of sidling backwards to pull the garment all
the way to Hat's feet and off.  He was staring at the man's dick,
glistening wetly in the moonlight.  It was as big as his Dad's, but black
like the rest of Hat.
	Now totally nude, Hat sat again on the stool, but he drew his legs
back some and spread them wide, his feet flat on the ground.  Without
thinking about it, Sam walked forward between those legs and stood close to
the man, rapt at the sight of the rigid penis.  He looked at the large ball
sack and thought about the cum waiting in them, how nice it would be to
have Hat's penis in his mouth and swallow his load.
	He was hardly aware that that his own small cock had become hard,
that his own breathing had picked up.  He tore his eyes away from the
wonderful cock just inches away to look up at its owner.
	"Hat...could I put it in my mouth?  Would you let me suck you?"
	And so Sam took that third step in becoming a total cocksucker.
The first had happened when he offered to suck his father Vic, unknowing
that any satisfaction might exist for himself.  The second step had
occurred earlier this very night, when he realized that he loved seeing new
cocks, that he liked having guys other than his Dad put their dicks in his
mouth, that swallowing their cum was a pleasure just like with his father.
But that had been under duress, too.  Now, he took that third and final
step...on his own he asked permission of a man to suck his dick.
	Hat barely kept from groaning aloud.  He was so hard it hurt.
Standing in the vee of his spread legs was this all-but-naked little
boy...asking to suck his cock.  With admirable control, he just smiled
gently and said,
	"That would be nice, Sam.  You mind your teeth, now.  I don't need
no scraping."
	Sam nodded his understanding.  He put one hand high up on one of
the man's thighs, then carefully reached out with the other hand and
lightly grasped the base of Hat's hard-on.  He licked his lips as he looked
at the wet cockhead, its slit split slightly open from the tension of the
erection.
	Sam pursed his lips and pushed them against the tip of the big
dick, then nursed at it for a few moments, sucking rhythmically the clear
ooze off the cockhead and out of the hole.  Hat's toes curled at the
sensation of those soft warm lips moving on him. He reached out and lightly
took Sam's head between his hands.
	"Suck me, boy.  Sure as the moon above, I'm ready for it."
	And with that, Sam pushed his face down towards Hat's crotch,
distending his jaws wide open as he slid the cockhead and a few inches of
the shaft into his mouth.  He had a moment of wishing that they were in a
position to let Hat push his whole cock down the boy's throat, but it was a
fleeting thought, quickly lost in the love of having the big penis in his
mouth.
	He turned his head this way and that as he went down on the man,
and did it as he withdrew, too, giving a loving, swirling suck to the
cockhead at the top of the backstroke.  Up and down Sam went on the black
man's dick, sucking and sucking.
	Hat panted in pleasure.  He stared straight up into the night sky,
his hands cupping the source of his ecstasy.  He had a moving mouth around
his dick, and a sweeter blowjob he'd never had.  His penis went in and out
of Sam's face, in and out, a cycle of wet, warm sucking that brought Hat to
the edge.
	"Sam," he said raggedly, "I'm gonna shoot, boy.  I sure hope you
swallow...!"
	Sam gave an uh-huh in his throat and also patted Hat's inner thigh
in affirmation.
	The erotic realization that the boy was going to let him come in
his mouth did the trick for Hat. Involuntarily, he gripped the small head
in his crotch tighter, and his hips rose up off the stool as he pushed his
penis to the back of Sam's throat and came explosively.
	His grunt of release drowned out Sam's own 'UMMM!' of pleasure as a
stream of cum emptied out of Hat's cockhead and spewed into Sam's mouth.
Hat's belly muscles were taut as his ejaculating muscles unleashed his load
in delicious spasms. Sam took his hand off Hat's thigh and happily held the
shooting cock with both hands like a hose nozzle to drink from.
	Volley after volley of cum shot out of the end of the pulsing dick.
Sam swallowed, kept his head bobbing, and swallowed again and again as the
man's balls emptied a copious load into the boy's sucking mouth.
	Hat was grunting continually, his pelvis jerking in the air above
the stool as he made short thrusts with his erupting cock into the boy's
face.  It seemed at the start it would never end. He came and came in the
hot little mouth enclosing his penis, loosing his cum for the boy to drink
down.
	Sam loved it.  He could feel the dick pulsing between his hands as
Hat ejaculated, and it was exciting how that faint feel corresponded with
each rope of body-hot cum that shot out of the cockhead slit.  To his view,
the black cylinder of the man's penis continued out of Sam's mouth and down
to Hat's crotch, and Sam's white fingers made a striking contrast as he
held the erect cock.
	Sam sucked.  He swallowed and slurped the man's load.  He took it
all, everything the spurting dickhead spat out.
	Finally, the cockhead pulsed out its last gobs of cum. Sam slurped
them off the dick and swallowed.  He moved his head gently down over Hat's
cock and took as much as he could into his mouth, then held still, giving
himself over to serve Hat's post-come sensitivity.
	The man settled back on the stool, his head back and his eyes
closed, his mouth open, breathing deeply.  Only vaguely was he aware he
still held Sam's head around his dick.  He was just letting the wonderful
feeling of the blowjob wash over him.
	Man-O-man, he thought, I haven't got off like that since...since I
don't know when.  Maybe never.  O, sweet, dick-sucking boy...
	He slowly inclined his head to look down at Sam.  There was his
face, the bookends of Hat's black hands on each side, the thick, dark flesh
of the man's penis disappearing into the boy's wide-open mouth.  Nice how
the boy kept Hat's dick warm while he was coming back to earth from getting
off.
	Sam was watching him patiently, clearly not going to give up the
cock in his mouth until Hat said to.
	Hat moved one hand, stroking the side of Sam's face.  Then he put
the hand under the boy's chin, looked him right in the eyes, and contracted
to push the residual cum in his dick into the boy's mouth.  The corners of
Sam's eyes crinkled in pleasure and Hat felt the boy's throat move as he
swallowed the last offering.
	Hat patted Sam's head then and said,
	"Okay, Sam.  Let me go.  I ain't got no more left."
	Sam gave a last cleaning suck to the tip of Hat's cock, then stood
straight, licking his lips a bit.  He grinned at Hat and the black man
grinned back.
	"You're a piece of work, Sam.  I gotta hand it to you.  I don't
think I've ever had my dick sucked as good as you just did."
	"Aw," Sam was a bit embarrassed.  He'd not been complimented so
plainly before.  "I'm just glad you got off, Hat.  I liked sucking you."
	"I guess we both had a good time, then.  Uh, you do other stuff to
please men?"
	"Other stuff?"
	"Yeah." Hat stood up easily, his dick brushing close by Sam's face,
and he stepped over to his shorts and unhurredly put them back on. "You
know, let them ball you, rim 'em, let them piss in your mouth...stuff like
that."
	Sam blinked.  He'd didn't know what the first two things meant. As
for having a man piss into his mouth, he didn't really like the thought of
that, and he wondered why a man would like doing that to Sam.  He frowned.
Of course, when the kid at school has told him to suck his father, Sam had
thought both those things about cocksucking, too.
	But anyway, he'd never done those things Hat was talking about, as
far as he knew, so he just shook his head.
	"That so, boy?  Well, it doesn't really matter...the way you suck
cock I don't guess you need to do much else.
	"Now.  I know you got to get home, but it won't do for you to run
around buck naked like that.  You're bound to get in a heap of trouble!"
	He picked the shirt off the table and tossed it to Sam.
	"You put that on.  It's too big for you, as such things go, but
after all," he smiled as he gave the naked boy one last good look over,
"You got to cover more than just your chest!"
	Sam shook the shirt out.  It was gray and had a picture on the
front of a young black man dressed strangely and playing a guitar.  Sam
snickered at the name below the picture.
	"They spelled 'Jimmy' wrong, Hat!"  He started to slip the shirt
over his head, hearing the man chuckle.  The shirt went clear down to Sam's
knees and the short sleeves flopped on the boy's forearms.  But he was
covered up.
	"No, boy, they spelled it right, all right."  He looked at Sam for
a long moment, then returned to his stool and sat down.
	"Sam...you get on home now.  You're a good boy.  I've been glad to
make your acquaintance."
	Sam smiled.  Everything had been so bad, now everything was great.
But he had to hurry...no telling how late it was getting.  And he still
needed to get his bike and his own clothes.
	"And I'm glad I met you, too, Hat!" He nodded and trotted towards
the alley.  Just when he reached it, he turned and said,
	"And I won't tell anybody your real name!"  He beamed and gave a
merry wave before turning the corner and disappearing from sight.  Boy...he
sure had a lot to tell his Dad...and a bunch of questions, too.


	THE END -- The Welcoming Mouth, Chapter 6


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