Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2008 21:57:29 -0800 (PST) From: Wes Thompson 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 Please feel free to offer comments to: milkingmachine3@yahoo.com I reply to all emails.