Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2011 00:41:10 -0700 From: Randy Wang Subject: A Different Kind of Family 1 Feedback would be MUCH appreciated. Tell me what you liked and what got you off at > > > randywang1 (at) gmail (dot) com < < < [[ DISCLAIMER ]] This story is a work of fiction. No part of it is 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. This narrative is only for those who are interested in, and want access to, stories with sexually explicit content involving minors, with family members, and members of the same sex. Access to this story is allowed only if: 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. [[ SYNOPSIS ]] The wonders of technology has allowed Daniel (Dad) and Stephen (Daddy) to have a family of three boys: Conner and the twins, Caleb and Christopher. Conner is 11 years old and is starting to learn about "human anatomy and sexuality" like his 6th grade teacher told him he's supposed to do. Story codes: MMb, cons, inc, fath, son =================================== A DIFFERENT KIND OF FAMILY - PART 1 =================================== My life has been a good one. Don't get me wrong. I've made plenty of mistakes that I'd rather forget. I've hurt people and been hurt by them. Overall, though, I've been a very fortunate guy. I graduated late from college. Some of that lost time was due to too much fooling around and experimenting with my newfound sexuality. Most of it was due to me pouring hours on end on a start-up tech project that Google bought from me to the tune of a few hundred million dollars. I was good with technology but I realized my heart just wasn't into it, so I was happy to have been bought out. I used the money to make some very smart investment choices and get a degree in industrial design. It turned out I was very good in re-designing everyday products, and after a few years' experience at one prestigious firm I was able to branch off and start my own with Target as my first major client. Along the way I managed to snag myself a husband. Stephen is an architect. He's half German, half Filipino, and blessed with the best parts of his parents' genes. Stephen is 5' 10" tall with the muscles of a gymnast. He loves working out and I don't complain about it at all except for when I want him naked in my bed. A few years into our marriage the idea of having children crept into our minds. By that time the technology allowing two men to combine their DNA in an emptied egg and form a healthy embryo had matured. At the blink of an eye, we found our surrogate and nine months later we were blessed with Conner. Two years after, the twins, Caleb and Christopher, joined our family. They were the most beautiful kids--who grew up to be quite handsome boys. Each of our boys were favored with the best parts of Stephen's and my DNA. At 11 years old, Conner stood at 4' 8", has almond-shaped olive eyes, black hair, a naturally sun-kissed complexion, and baby soft smooth skin that invites you to run your hands all over him. Although you can see the early signs of puberty on him--muscle definition from his weekly activities, his jaw line becoming more defined--he doesn't seem to lose that innocent and handsome quality in his face. Unbeknown to him, Conner drove many fathers and mothers sexually crazy after every soccer and tae kwon do practice. The sweat he'd produce was like a half glass of pheromone cologne. It would soak through his uniform, making it to cling to his body. If you were lucky, you'd notice his hard nipples poking through his shirt, a streak of sweat forming down the crack of his shorts, or his brown legs and thighs glisten from the perspiration. His smile was like Stephen's, and when he'd flash it at me I couldn't help think of my son as a pre-teen version of my husband, making me hard every single time. Fortunately, society isn't the prude it once was when it came to boys and their sexuality. In fact, the new education pedagogy encourages children in middle school to explore their developing needs under the close supervision of trustworthy adults--ideally one's parents or guardians. Stephen and I didn't realize how much things had changed in schools until Conner came home one day with a note from his 6th grade teacher. Dear Parents and Guardians, I am writing to inform you that in the coming months our class will be covering the science units covering basic human anatomy and sexuality. If you do not want your son/daughter to participate in these lessons, it is your right to have your child do a different activity during the times when we cover the material. However, you must fill in and sign the "Opt out" form below stating that you take sole responsibility for teaching him/her the required material. Excluding your child from these classroom lessons will not affect his/her grades, but he/she will be required to take a standardized state test on the subject. Whether or not you allow your child to participate in our classroom lessons, we encourage that you make time for some extra study at home. Particularly, we ask that you allow your child to fully explore an adult body, paying special attention to the differences between bodies at different ages. Thank you for your cooperation. Sincerely, Mr. Biggerstaff 6th Grade Stephen and I were taken aback by the letter. In our days such lessons didn't start until 8th grade, then 9th grade, and more advanced topics during 11th or 12th. Of course, our shock quickly wore off. We're very determined to be involved in our children's lives. We're almost a constant presence at major school functions. We know every teacher at Quest Academy--a boy's only private school--and as much as the they would be ashamed to let us down Stephen and I didn't want to let them down. It wasn't a surprise, then, when I came home late one day Stephen was sitting fully naked on an office chair in our study with Conner's hands on his hard 7-inch brown cock. "Hey, babe," Stephen greeted me somewhat shyly as I stood staring from the door, my own cock stiffening against my underwear. "Conner couldn't wait any longer, so we got started without you." "It's okay. Sorry I'm late," I walked over to Conner who was kneeling shirtless and fondling himself in front of his Daddy and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. "It's so hard, Dad," the boy said about Stephen's 7-incher. "Does yours get like this also?" Conner was running his hands all over my husband's thick shaft and balls, evoking moans of pleasure from him. "You'll get to see in a few minutes. Where are your brothers?" "They're in their bedroom finishing their homework." Another moan escaped Stephen's mouth as Conner grazed a thumb over his flaring cock head. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations our 11-year old was giving him. "Are you enjoying this, babe?" I asked, but I didn't give him a chance to answer. I placed my lips against his and rubbed his bulging pecs. He moaned an affirmative sound. "Now, don't finish too quickly. I'm going to clean up as fast as I can and join you guys." "No promises," Stephen muttered as I sped off to change in our bedroom. Ten minutes later I managed to take a rapid shower and make it back to the office with nothing but a bath robe on. Conner was fully naked with one hand playing with his stiff boy dick, and the other holding Stephen's man cock. My son's bubble butt stuck out in his kneeling position, almost begging to be played with. I imagined what it would feel like to rub my fatherly hands all over his tender buns and slip a finger into his hole. Meanwhile, Stephen's left hand was behind our boy's head pushing Conner's nose against his hard shaft. "It smells like soap and something else," Conner commented. "That's a man's scent. Your Dad likes it a lot. It makes him very excited doing what you're doing now." The thought encouraged Conner to rub his cheeks and lips against his father's manhood more vigorously. Then, without any instruction he stuck out his tongue to get a taste. Stephen moaned in pleasure from the sensation. "You taste good, too," Conner said, taking a few more swipes with his tongue as if the adult cock straining before his eyes was some candy treat. "Yeah? Your Dad likes to do that also . . ." "Especially along Daddy's the underside of the shaft," I chimed in. Both my boys turned to me with their gorgeous smiles. "Go ahead. Try it." Conner stuck out his tongue some more and ran it along Stephen's length. When he got to the tip, instinct took over and he enclosed his mouth over it. Conner tasted the precum flowing out. He didn't think to ask what it was until after he cleaned the head. "Was that pee on your cock?" Stephen was too engrossed in pleasure to answer. "No. That was called precum. A man's penis makes it when it gets very excited." "Does yours make it also, Dad?" By then I had moved right next to Stephen. Without asking, Conner fished my cock out from under my robe. "Oh!" he said, surprised. "You make a lot of precum." Conner leaned forward on his knees and placed the tip in his small mouth to suck my juice. The sight of my stiff rod slipping in between his cherry lips looked almost obscene. My boy knew he was doing good as he elicited more moans of pleasure from both his fathers. It excited him some more, making him rub his boy cock vigorously with the palm of his hand. I gently pumped my cock in and out of Conner's mouth, instructing him to twirl his tongue around my head and jack off Stephen at the same time. Conner moved his hand to cup my balls, leaving his own stiff bare dick to bounce up and down freely. Stephen encouraged him by caressing Conner's neck and back. As our tempo picked up, Stephen told us to stop. "It's Conner's turn to feel good," he said. "I like what I'm doing," Conner protested. "You'll like this even more," Stephen responded. He got off his chair and motioned for him to sit down and spread his legs. For the very first time, I took a good look at our son, fully displayed in naked glory. The first thought that went through my head was: God, he's going to be one hell of a sexy man one day. The second thought: I want to taste him. Apparently, Stephen and I were thinking the same thing as we both knelt in front of our boy as if to worship his youth. We each took a hip and placed our lips on it. The contact made Conner jerk and gasp in surprise. His breathing became heavier as we licked our way up, relishing the boy scent emanating from Conner's groin. As we got closer and closer to the center, Stephen and I lifted his legs and swirled our tongues toward his perineum, the space between his hairless balls and equally hairless virgin boy hole. Surprise turned to shock as our tongues made contact with a previously unexplored area of Conner's body, but he clearly enjoyed the sensation as he repeatedly uttered, "Yes, yes," to have us continue what we were doing. Satisfied with the amount of exploration we had done in that area, we lowered Conner's legs and moved up to his cock and balls. His light mocha-colored, 4-inch shaft stood erect and flushed with pink. It begged to be licked. At first I teased his boy cock as Stephen concentrated on Conner's balls. Then, I ran my tongue along the whole length and swirled around the head while gently jacking him with my thumb and forefinger. Stephen and I switched positions after a few minutes, but my husband cut short the teasing and engulfed our boy's whole length into his mouth. Conner went wild with lust. He instinctively placed his hand behind Stephen's head and fucked his Daddy's mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand tried to push me deeper into his hairless boy balls. It wasn't long before our pre-teen boy declared that he felt like he's going to burst. I told him to relax and let his body do what it wanted to do. Seconds later, Conner's right leg twitched. He grabbed the back of Stephen's head and held it against his groin as his twitching turned into convulsing. He couldn't resist screaming out with pleasure as he unloaded his first spurts of boy cum into his father's mouth. Meanwhile, I caressed Conner's leg and gave him a long French kiss on the mouth. We were lip-locked for a good minute when Stephen wanted a turn kissing our son. He shared the taste of boy cum with him. After another minute of kissing, Conner asked, "What was that?" "That was called Ôcumming'," Stephen answered. "Did you like it?" Conner nodded his head shyly. "Don't be shy about it. It's a good thing. It's a sign that you're on your way to becoming a mature man." I noticed that Conner was still hard and a drop of clear cum had squeezed through his small head. I eagerly slurped it up. "Do you cum also?" Conner directed the question at both of us. "Yes, we do," I answered. Before I could answer, Conner beat me to my next question. "Can I taste it?" I didn't think our cocks could get any harder. Not a word was said; Stephen and I simply took hold of our dicks, aimed it at Conner and jacked off in front of him. We didn't expect him to do anything but watch us shoot our white cream all over his pre-pubescent body, but Conner had other ideas. First he took Stephen's dick in his mouth, letting it penetrate as deep as he could take it. Then, he used his hand slide my extra foreskin up and down my shaft. "That's it son," I said. "Take more of your Daddy in your mouth. Take his cock. Make him feel good." Stephen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fucked our son's mouth. Conner was able to get four of Stephen's seven inches into his mouth--enough so that Stephen could feel his head slide against the back of Conner's throat. Conner enthusiastically bobbed on his Daddy's cock. "That's it, baby," Stephen said. "I'm gonna shoot my cum down your throat soon. Are you ready for it?" The boy's cherry-colored lips wrapped tightly around Stephen's shaft. The sounds coming from him made it obvious that Conner was enjoying the experience, making it all the more exciting for his two fathers. "Oh Conner. This is the next best thing to fucking your Dad for the first time. I'm close, baby. Gonna shoot my seed into you. Here it comes. UGH! UGH! UGH!" *spurt* *spurt* *spurt* *spurt* *spurt* Five doses of Daddy cum directly down his boy's gullet. Stephen's balls drew close to his body, emptying its contents into his son. The warm gooey sensation in Conner's throat reminded him of drinking warm milk on a winter night before going to bed. "What was that?" he asked. "That was called cum," I explained to Conner. "It's what makes babies when you put it inside a woman." "Does that mean I'm going to get pregnant?" Conner asked. I chuckled. "If only it was that easy," Stephen said. By then, Conner had coaxed a large amount of precum from my dick, causing it to drool onto his hand. He licked every drop clean. Then, I took hold of my thick shaft, exposed the head, and rubbed it against Conner's lips as I squeezed more of it out. It didn't take long for him to figure out what I wanted. I watched my son's 11-year old mouth trying to suck my cum out as if it was a drink going through a straw. Conner played with my balls as I concentrated on delivering my load. I used his mouth to jack me off. The contrast in color between my cock and my son's face seemed to make the act of fucking his mouth more erotic. When Conner looked up at me with his olive eyes as if to beg me for my cum, I lost all control and felt shaft pulse. Spoonfuls of my cream shot out at a great velocity. It obviously surprised Conner because his head jerked back, causing some of my white spooge to cover his face. Even as white globs ran down his face, he returned to my dick with his inviting mouth. He stuck his tongue out and moved forward. I aimed his mouth. Although, most of my cream spilled down his chin and torso, some shots managed to land right on his tongue. "Good boy. That's it. Taste your Dad's cum. Taste the cream that made you," I encouraged him; my boy was a natural. Some people don't like the taste of cum and would rather have it spilled on their bodies and faces, but he didn't have a problem with it. When I was done shooting, he used his hands to gather what was on his face and sucked his fingers clean. "It tastes so good, Dad." Conner said half exhausted. "I'm glad you like it, Conner. From now on, if you want more you only need to ask me or your Daddy," I said. "You mean we can do this some more?" "Oh, absolutely," Stephen chimed in. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Feedback would be MUCH appreciated. Tell me what you liked and what got you off at > > > randywang1 (at) gmail (dot) com < < < "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant" is a product dreamed up by one of my favorite Nifty authors, Beautiful Creamer. Look for his stories in Nifty's "Prolific Authors" area (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html)