Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 00:38:53 -0700 From: Kirby Khoi Subject: Suburban Living - Ch1 This chapter contains all gay sex, but hang in there. If you want me to continue, I plan on developing different kinds of couplings as I go on with this series especially bisexual relationships. Let me know what you think about my first effort at writing for public consumption. Send comments, suggestions, and constructive criticisms to . . . . . kirbykhoi (at) gmail (dot) com = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = DISCLAIMER This story is a work of FICTION. No part of it is real. All the characters in the story aren't real. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, or to events that may have occurred is purely coincidental. No part of this story should be mistaken to promote or solicit acts that would be illegal in real life. The characters in this story have sex with other characters that are minors and with family members. If you find yourself too easily influenced to do the same in real life, you SHOULD NOT be reading this and any other stories in this site. If you object to any of the scenarios mentioned above or with gay sex, what the heck are you doing reading this story? Avert your eyes and read something else. This narrative is only for those who are interested in, and want access to, stories with sexually explicit content as mentioned above. Access to this story is allowed only under the following conditions: 1. You are at least 18 years old or older, AND it is legal for you to access this content. 2. You are familiar with your local community standards for sexually-explicit materials, and acknowledge that the story you are about to view is well within those standards. 3. You understand that neither the author, the operators of this website, nor its service providers can be held responsible for the actions of any party/parties accessing this site, or for the results of any such actions. / DISCLAIMER = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SYNOPSIS: This series follows Daniel (29) and Lisa Harton (29) as they move with their two sons and daughter to a suburban community in order to be closer to Lisa's family. They are just "normal" people living "normal" lives in which sex is a bond that keeps families together. Chapter 1 begins when the boys Dean (6) and Dorian (12) have finished their first week at their new schools. Their father, Daniel, picks them up because he has a more flexible work schedule, and their mother went out to happy hour to bond with her new colleagues. This chapter contains all gay sex, but hang in there with me. I hope to develop multiple coupling combinations as I go on with this series especially bisexual relationships. Mb, bb = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUBURBAN LIVING CHAPTER ONE: AFTER SCHOOL LESSONS Daniel Harton positioned his car behind the rest of the parents in the loop leading in and out of the Chatsworth Primary Academy's parking lot to pick up their children. Teachers waited patiently at one end to safely escort their students to their parents' cars. It was an efficient system that allowed traffic to keep moving while ensuring that no child would get hit or run over. Conveniently, the slow and steady pace at which the cars moved allowed Daniel to appreciate the campus he and his wife, Lisa, had chosen for their son. They only had a few short weeks to find suitable schools for their sons Dean and Dorian after Lisa officially accepted a teaching position at St. Topanga High School. Lucky for them Daniel hadn't started the graphic design company he'd been intending to incorporate for the past few years. Despite his flexible schedule, it was still a miracle he and Lisa found a house big enough for the two of them and their three children, move all their belongings into their new home, and enroll their two sons in time for the new school year. Dean enrolled in the Chatsworth Primary Academy. It was an all boys private school with a reputation for excellent scholarship. The campus was magnificent. It was modern looking with hints of ivy league architecture. There was plenty of green space that added to the campus' overall welcoming feeling, enhanced only by the presence of 200+ pre-adolescent boys. Daniel finally reached the front of the line where he saw Dean from a distance being escorted to his car. The escort was a handsome dark-haired 20-something year old man who opened the door for Dean. "Hello," the man greeted. "Are you Mr. Harton, Dean's father?" "Harton." "I'm sorry?" the man replied. "Harton. It's a soft Ôt'," Daniel explained. The man extended his hand to greet Daniel, closed Dean's door, and walked over to the driver's window. "Sorry about that. I'm Mr. Cummings. The 1st grade teacher. You can call me Josh." "Oh hi! I'm Daniel, the father. How are you?" "I'm great. Thanks for asking. I've been wanting to ask you something. Your wife, Lisa, told me you'd be picking up Dean today so I thought I'd use this opportunity to approach you instead of setting up a meeting." "Uh oh. Has he gotten into trouble?" "Oh no, no. Nothing like that. I just needed to ask you if you've had the opportunity to had some health conversations with Dean lately." "Health conversations? Oh . . . . ." a light bulb turned on above Daniel's head. "Geez, I'm so embarrassed. Y'know Lisa and I have been so busy with work and the move and all that I've completely forgotten to do any of that." Josh gave an understanding smile. "That's okay," he reassured. "But can I suggest that you take this weekend to catch up? The kids know we're going to start our health lessons next week. I heard some of them talking about their experiences with their fathers, and I could tell Dean was a little lost in the conversations. He was getting jealous of his classmates." Daniel took a glance at the back seat where Dean had already put on his seatbelt. He was playing with a toy airplane, but in reality he was listening in on the two adults' conversation trying to figure out what they were talking about. Meanwhile, Dean's two-year old sister Lani was passed out in her car seat. Daniel scrunched his face while looking at his son as if to say sorry. "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea," Daniel chimed in. "Great! Have a good weekend then. See you on Monday, Dean!" The teacher waved goodbye and walked off to escort the next student to his car. Dean and his father drove off to pick up his brother, Dorian, at Porter Ranch Preparatory School. By the time they arrived there were only a scattered few teens and pre-teens left waiting for their parents. Dorian entertained himself by chatting it up with some of the leftover students. When Daniel made eye contact, Dorian's face lit up and said goodbye to his friends. Dorian sat up front and gave his dad a nice wet kiss on the lips. What initially seemed like it was going to be a father-son kiss turned out to be a 10-second make out session complete with tongue. Daniel made sure he put the car on park before placing his hand on top of his son's smooth thigh. All of a sudden Dorian broke contact and looked back outside at his schoolmates who looked on with jealousy. If Daniel had been looking closely he would've noticed some hard bulges forming in some of the boys' pants, but he was busy squeezing the hard on that formed in his own. "Putting on a show for your friends are we?" Daniel asked as he shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal. "Them? They're just some classmates and high schoolers from the upper academy. Some of the high schoolers like pairing up with middle schoolers. They're only attracted to me because I'm new." "Oh, I wouldn't sell yourself short, Dor. There's plenty to like about you." Dorian blushed as his father gave his cock another squeeze. "Sorry about that, Dad," Dorian grinned his apology insincerely. "I can make it up to you later." "I'm afraid this might not be for you tonight, Dor," Daniel said while giving his thick shaft another tug. He explained about what Mr. Cummings had said and Dorian immediately understood. "Okay. Fine," he said. "I guess he shouldn't be punished the way you did me when I was in 1st grade." Dorian stuck his tongue out at his dad and smiled. He was teasing Daniel for taking so long to have the talks with him. Unfortunately, Dorian's elementary school was just as clueless as Daniel was at the time about some essential fatherly duties. Dorian's health lessons didn't start until the 2nd grade, which meant he was out of the loop for a whole year. He made up for that missed year multiple times over in the five years that followed. Ten minutes later Daniel and the kids arrived at their home. It was a three-bedroom house with a small pool and a view of the valley. It was perfect for their needs, and they got it at a great deal. Of course, it helped that Lisa's brother was the realtor for both them and the seller. Lisa wasn't home yet. She had meetings after school, then some of the faculty were going out for happy hour. She wanted to bond a with her new colleagues so the boys and Lani were on their own for dinner. After two hours, Daniel gave his sons a reprieve from their homework. "Dorian, can you do me a favor? Keep your sister entertained while I help your brother clean up before we go get dinner," Daniel patted Dean on the back to signal for him to put his school work away. Dean noticed how his dad seemed a little eager to have him take a bath. He fleetingly wondered why that was but didn't give it much thought. The quicker he gets bath time over, the quicker he can get to playing his Wii. Daniel followed him into his room. "You're going to help me, Daddy?" Dean asked and Daniel answered in the affirmative eliciting a "Yay!" from the boy. Dean faced his daddy and raised his arms. Daniel made sure to lift the boy's shirt slowly, reveling in the firm smoothness of his mocha skin. The boy shivered from his father's touch. When his shirt was off, he moved to take off his pants but Daniel beat him to it. He unzipped the boy just as purposefully as he did the shirt, sending more shivers up the boy's body as he felt every inch of the boy's thighs. "Daddy, you're making my thingy hard," Dean stated. "Is that so?" Daniel mocked surprise as he felt the 1.5-incher through the boy's Spider-Man underwear. "Well, we'll make sure to make it soft again. But we have to get you cleaned up first, and today we have to make sure you do everything properly." "Properly?" "Yup. You have to learn how to clean your body a special way. That way you'll stay healthy, and then you'll be ready for your lessons in class." "Are you going to teach me what Tommy's daddy teached him? Tommy says he likes taking baths. He didn't before but now he does." Daniel smiled at his son as he got the bathtub ready. "I'm sure it's the same thing." "Daddy," Dean drew out the last syllable of the word, telling Daniel that he wanted something but was too shy to ask for it outright. "Um, are we going to do what you and Dorian do?" "What is it that Dorian and I do?" Daniel had an idea what Dean was talking about but wanted to hear him describe it. "Um, you know. He tastes your thingy when you watch TV. Sometimes he sits on your lap, and he makes a lot of noise. Sometimes you and him kiss for a long time like you did in the car today, but longer and he's naked." Something about hearing Dean describe it was a great turn on for Daniel. His cock had already gotten hard from touching his boy, now it was leaking precum. "And how do you know we do those things?" "Um, last night when I was supposed to be brushing my teeth, I heard Dorian making loud sounds. I went to see, and you were with him. He was bouncing on top of you on the couch. I wanted to see more . . . but I thought you'd get mad." "Nooo, I wouldn't have been mad, Dean. Would you like to do those things with me too?" Daniel asked. Dean, who by now had stripped off his underwear, just stared at the floor cupping his pricklet and shrugged. Daniel leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. Then another, lasting a little longer. Then another kiss, while simultaneously licking the boy's lips. It gave Dean a thrill and turned his uncertainty into a smile. "One day, we'll do all those things and more. I promise. But we have to take it one step at a time." Daniel motioned for Dean to get into the tub. He helped the boy by lifting him by his hairless ass cheeks. He was very tempted to slip a finger up the boy's hole, but managed to resist. One step at a time. Dean sat in the water as soon as he was inside. Before he could do anything else, he noticed his daddy undress himself. Dean stared mesmerized. "Daddy, you're coming in too?" "Yup," Dean was excited. He worshipped his father. He always wanted to play in the backyard whenever Daniel was outside doing yard work. For reasons unknown to Dean, he always got a thrill from seeing his father shirtless and sweating. Daniel's body was well sculpted from the years of workouts he squeezed in the middle of his work schedules. His bulging pecs were matted with golden brown hair, but not so much that it took attention away from his almost-always erect pink nipples. Dean reveled in the site before him. He noticed every muscle on his daddy's body, making his little pecker hard as a stick. Then, his excitement turned into awe as Daniel removed his boxers. His hard 7-inch shaft was at full mast from the little contact he had with his older son, and it was drooling precum. It jumped a little when Daniel noticed Dean hypnotized by its size. "Daddy. It's so big." Daniel smiled. "That's because it likes you, Dean. Now, move up a little and let me get behind you." Daniel sat behind his son in the water. Then, he pulled Dean back into his groin, smashing his leaking tool in between his stomach and the kid's back. Daniel soaked in the sight of his naked young son. The boy's light mocha skin comes from his mother's Spanish ancestry. It provided an erotic contrast to Daniel's own lighter skin. Dean could feel the heat from his father's cock on his back, and the pubic hairs tickled him a little. Even facing away from his daddy, he could still smell his manly scent mixing in with cologne and deodorant. It made his heart race a little faster. "Since you're getting older," Daniel broke all the revelry, "you need to learn how to clean your body well. What do you call this?" He took Dean's pricklet in between his fingers and caressed it a little. Dean looked up at his daddy, breathing a little deeper. "My thingy?" "It's a called a cock." "Cock," Dean repeated while watching his daddy run his index fingers up and down his boy shaft. It made Dean shiver with pleasure. "Sometimes people also call it a dick." "Daddy, it feels funny when you do that," Dean looked up at Daniel and for a moment the man lost himself in the boy's olive eyes. Suddenly a bolt of electricity ran up Dean's spine. Daniel had gone from tracing the boy's cock with his fingers to making circles around Dean's balls. Dean lifted his butt slightly out of instinct and moaned loudly. "These are your balls," Daniel whispered in Dean's ear. "Balls," Dean whimpered. He was squirming now, partially grinding back onto his daddy's cock and balls bringing him closer to the edge. He held onto Daniel's strong left arm to keep balance. He was clearly enjoying the treatment, and based on the precum that kept lubricating Dean's back he wasn't the only one getting pleasure out of it. "Cock . . . . . and balls," Dean repeated between gasps. "Daddy? Is it supposed to feel good?" "Oh yes, and it gets better." "Better than this?" "Yup," Daniel tilted his boy's face up a little and gave him a sweet long kiss. His right hand kept fondling the boy's genitals while his left fingers drew circles on the boy's thigh. Daniel could sense that Dean was nearing overload, so he slowed down his ministrations. "Now, look closely. You have to make sure whenever you take a shower to gently pulled back this extra skin on your dick," Dean gasped as his father showed him what to do. "You have to clean around the head. Use warm water and a little soap." Daniel grabbed a bar of soap and formed some suds on his finger. Then, he twirled it around Dean's cock head. At the same time, his other hand to fondle the boy's balls and run a finger up and down the underside of his shaft. Dean was back to squirming, almost uncontrollably, in the tub. The pleasure became too much for him. His body twisted. His face turned, buried into his daddy's hairy chest while he moaned, building up to his climax. At that point Daniel massaged Dean under his balls and jacked him off with his other hand. Then, he nudged his sons face to tilt up so he can kiss him. Their lips stayed attached while they both moaned out of pleasure. Daniel rubbed his 7-incher against Dean's back while masturbating him. Dean broke the kiss. "Daddy, I gotta pee!" he exclaimed. "It's okay boo-boo. Keep going." "Uh-- uh-- uh-- uh uh uh--," Dean's moans got faster and faster until, "Daddy DADDY DADDEEEEEE!" His body stiffened except for his hips, which kept trying to hump his daddy's hands. Dean shuddered right before collapsing back into Daniel's arms. Daniel cupped Dean's cock and balls and splattered kisses all over his face. "How did that feel," Daniel asked. "That was weird, Daddy. But it also felt really good. What was that?" "That was called a climax. When you get older you'll squirt stuff from your cock when you climax. That's called cumming." Daniel slipped his right hand behind Dean and slowly jacked himself off to the thought of his little boy eventually cumming. Dean noticed the movements. "What are you doing, Daddy?" he asked. "It's called jerking off or jacking off," Dean turned around to watch his father play with himself. "That's what you were doing to me," Dean said excitedly. "Daddy. Mine is small. Will mine get as big as yours?" "Oh yes," Daniel smiled. "All my brothers and my Daddy have big ones, and so does your mommy's brother and father. That means you'll probably have a big one also." "You've seen your brothers' and Grampa's thingies--I mean cocks? And Uncle Eric's, too?" "Many times, Dean," images of him playing with his brothers and father flashed through Daniel's mind. It made him more excited, causing more precum to drool out of his hole. Dean noticed it and watched intently as Daniel spread it all over his cock. "What's that, Daddy? The water coming out of your cock?" "That's called precum, boo. It's supposed to make your cock slippery so it's easier to have sex. If I keep going, white stuff will come out. That's the cum I was telling you about." "Sex. Is that what you and I did? Did we have sex?" Dean, the ever curious boy, inquired. "That was only part of it." "I want to learn more sex stuff," Dean pleaded but it was unnecessary. Daniel already knew what the next step would be. He squeezed his shaft and slid his hand up, forcing more precum to come out. "Okay, then. Why don't you come closer. Kneel in front of me," Dean kneeled and stared at Daniel. "Now, lean over and taste my precum. I promise you'll like it." "How do I taste it?" "Just lean over my dick, and lick the tip as if you're licking a popsicle." "I like popsicles!" Dean leaned over. His tongue was already sticking out. Daniel produced more precum in anticipation of his son's virgin tongue grazing his cock head. Dean didn't seem to need much coaching. "I'm pretending that it's strawberry flavor because it's red, Daddy." Dean tilted his head left, then right, then straightened it, all the while running his pink, wet muscle up his father's throbbing shaft. Daniel couldn't help comparing Dean's performance to that of Dorian when he got his first taste of daddy dick. Dean took to cock sucking more naturally than his older brother. Daniel didn't even have to tell him to be careful with his teeth. It was as if he instinctively knew teeth wouldn't make Daniel feel good. Without further instruction, Dean enveloped Daniel's cock head with his mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from his father. He twirled his tongue around the throbbing red head while sucking out every drop of precum. "Do you like the taste, huh baby?" Dean momentarily withdrew from his blowjob to say, "U-huh. I think it tastes better than strawberry. It tastes like what Daddy should taste." Daniel jerked himself off while he held his son's head right over the tip. "That's it baby. Keep sucking Daddy's dick. You're making Daddy feel so good," he encouraged the boy. Daniel reached over Dean's back, feeling his son all over his body, squeezing his ass cheeks once in a while. "Oh, I'm so close. Dean, keep going," Daniel was talking between grunts. "In a minute a lot of white stuff will shoot out of Daddy's cock. I want you to drink it, okay? Put every drop of my cum in your mouth and swallow it." Dean could only grunt his consent and lowered his mouth a little more until all he could do was bob his mouth up and down Daniel's dick head. Daniel sped up his jacking off, excited that his 6-year old seemed to know exactly what to do and when to do it. "That's it, Dean. Keep sucking Daddy's cock. I'm almost there. I'm about to cum. I'm about to cum." Daniel's balls drew closer to his body. His eyes rolled back. His hand held his son's head steady over his dick head as he squirted volley after volley of cum into his mouth. Each spurt was followed with a grunt from the man. Some boys get scared by the sudden onslaught of man cum in their mouths. Some have to acquire the taste for it. Dean, however, didn't get scared and immediately liked the taste of his father's cum for no other reason that it was his dad's and he was the cause for all that pleasure. He gulped every drop he was given, sucking as if the shaft was some over-sized straw made of flesh. "Oh yeah! That's it. Such a good boy," Daniel praised Dean. "Such a great cock sucker." After a while and a few tender licks, he brought his son's face up to his and gave him a kiss. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths. He could taste his own cum from Dean's kisses. It only made getting soft more difficult. "Wow!" Daniel and Dean turned their heads. They didn't notice Dorian had come upstairs and into the bathroom while Dean was sucking their daddy's nectar from the source. "That was hot! It looked like you two enjoyed it a lot. I think you did better than me when I first got to suck Daddy, Dean." Dean blushed and grinned in response. "Hey, Dor," Daniel pulled his older son closer to the tub. He immediately noticed the erection throbbing in Dorian's tight-fitting school khakis. "Wait. Where's Lani?" he inquired almost panic stricken. "You were taking a long time. She fell asleep again. I put her in the bedroom." "Oh okay. In that case," Daniel said. "Would you like to give your brother a blowjob, Dean?" "What's a blowjob?" Dean asked. "That's when you put a dick in your mouth and lick and suck it to make the person feel good," Dorian answered. "Like I did for Daddy!" "Exactly," without waiting for an answer Daniel unzipped Dorian's khakis, revealing the bikini briefs he likes wearing. The thin material could barely contain the boy's erection. It was already 3" hard and about 2.5" around. He was growing up quickly. A small patch of wispy pubic hair had already formed at the base of the child's dick. The way Daniel looked at it you would think he hadn't had it in his mouth just the other night. But this time, that pre-teen cock belonged to Dean. Daniel gave the boy-cock a few tugs before revealing it to his younger brother. Dorian removed his shirt, exposing his brown nipples to his father, who couldn't resist the unmentioned invitation. Daniel sat at the edge of the tub and brought Dorian closer. He took the 12-year old's cock and aimed it at Dean. "Suck your brother, Dean. Make him feel good like you did me." Dean needed no other instructions. He gave his brother's cock the same treatment he gave his dad's, except he was able to go further down the shaft because of its considerably smaller size. In the meantime, Daniel went to work on Dorian's nipples. He sucked on the right one, playing with the erect nub with his tongue. Dorian moaned from the double onslaught of pleasure. He placed one hand over his younger brother's head, encouraging him to continue with the expert blowjob he was receiving, and reached with the other hand for his father's adult cock. He knew that the man had just cum, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to make his father hard again. Daniel switched to Dorian's left nipple and made sure to kiss across the boy's bare chest along the way. In the meantime, Dean bobbed up and down on his brother's cock, breathing in the boy scent coming from the crotch with every bob. Dorian smelled a little sweeter compared to their dad. Although he liked Daniel's more manly smell, Dorian's sweet taste was also stimulating. Dean soon grew tired of sucking and decided to lick his brother's balls for a little while. It was a welcome change in pace for Dorian. His balls was especially sensitive--probably because all those boys at school had been flirting with him the whole day. Daniel and the two boys were entangled in a knot of kisses, tongues, and hands. He french kissed his eldest son while the boy jacked his hard-again member, and his younger son alternated between his balls and Dorian's. At the same time, his hands slid down the 12-year old's smooth back side until he could cup his firm, bouncy ass cheeks and slip a middle finger in boy's crack. As soon as the father made contact with his lustful son's hole, thrust his perky ass back as if begging his father to put it in. Daniel obliged. The hole was already wet from the boy's sweat, allowing Daniel to go one knuckle deep. It was all Dorian needed for the moment. He moaned loudly into his father's mouth while Dean was still giving his balls a tongue bath. Three drops of cum dribbled onto the little boy's face. Dean was a little disappointed his brother hadn't shot in his mouth, so he wiped the cum off his face with a finger and stuck it in his mouth to taste. "You're a little sweeter than Daddy," he said. He looked over at Daniel's cock, which was standing at full attention. "Do you need to cum again, Daddy?" Daniel and Dorian smiled at Dean. "Why don't we save it for later? Your Uncle Eric is coming over for dinner. The three of us need to be showered and ready to go out by the time he arrives." Both boys suddenly yipped in joy. They hadn't seen their Uncle Eric, their mother's younger brother, since he left for his honeymoon in Greece with his husband. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Let me know what you think about my first effort at writing for public consumption. Send comments, suggestions, and constructive criticisms to . . . . . kirbykhoi (at) gmail (dot) com