Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2012 11:08:07 -0500
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Best He Knew How  Part 1

The Best My Dad Knew How
Part 1

It was a warm summer evening when my Dad sent me in to take my shower and
get ready for bed. At 12 years old, I was more than capable of getting my
pajamas and towel and showering myself. I was independent. I made my way
from my bedroom to the bathroom, started the water in the shower, and
climbed in.

After showering, I quickly got out and dried off. I was in a hurry to get
to bed, because tonight was the first night that Dad said I could sleep in
his bed. I really wanted to sleep in his bed, because my bed was still an
adolescent bed, which made me feel like a little kid.

I turned out the light in the bathroom and quietly headed down the hall to
Dad's room.

When I got to his door, I knocked softly and heard him say, "Come in." He
was already lying in bed with the bedside light turned on, so there was
enough light to maneuver my way to the bedside.

As I approached the bed, my Dad asked if I wanted to sleep in his bed. I of
course replied, "Absolutely". Dad then said to me, "Well Todd, men don't
wear pajamas to bed. You'll have to take them off before you get into the
bed."

I didn't really think anything of what he said, and quickly removed my
pajama top and then slid the bottoms down and off my legs. Since it was
only Dad and I in the house, clothing was frequently minimal. Standard
house clothing in the summertime was usually briefs and maybe a t-shirt.

Dad looked over at me with a smile and told me I was becoming a big boy. He
then raised the sheet and blanket, inviting me into his bed.

>From where I was standing, once Dad pulled the sheet back, I was able to
see him lying on his side. I was also able to see his dick draped on his
thigh.  He patted the bed and told me to climb in and join him. While
staring at his cock, I climbed into the bed and slid next to him. He
wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to him. I felt the softness of
his thick chest hair against my back and I pushed back as far as I could
go. I loved the feel of his chest against my back and the smell of his
after-shave on his skin. He wrapped me snuggly in his arms and stroked my
head until I fell asleep.

In the morning when I woke up, Dad was still holding me snuggly while
gently snoring. I felt his warm chest hair against my back, and I noticed a
lump pushing against my lower back. I slipped out of his arms, turning to
face him. I then felt the same lump pushing against my abdomen and navel.

I gently lifted the sheet to see what the lump was. I was surprised to find
that Dad's cock was sticking out from his body and poking me. Without
thinking, I reached for it and it brushed against my hand. It was stiff and
firm to the touch.

Once my hand had touched him, Dad started to wake up. I quickly
repositioned myself on the bed with my back against his chest. As he awoke,
he placed his arms around me and snuggled me to him. I stretched and
pretended that I was just waking up.

"Good morning Todd", he said to me. I responded with a good morning of my
own to him. He stretched out his arms, and let his hand gently slide from
my head to my abdomen. The feel caused me immediate goose bumps. It was a
delicious feeling and I savored every moment of it.

Then without warning, Dad asked me if I knew about men and their dicks. I
told him I knew a few things, having picked them up from older boys at
school. He asked if I knew what an erection was. I told him that was when a
boy's dick stood straight up from his body and got hard to the touch.  He
then asked if my dick ever got hard like that. I told him that lately it
did, especially in the morning when I woke up.

He laughed and asked if mine was hard now, and I replied that it was
not. He asked if I ever played with it or rubbed it when it was hard. I
told him I didn't understand what that meant. He explained about
masturbation and asked if I did that yet. I told him no, I only touched it
to pee.

He laughed softly and told me to lean back against him. I did as he said,
and I felt his hand sliding down from my abdomen to my pubic area. I liked
the feeling I got when he did this. Moments later, I felt his hand rub on
my little dick and ball sack. He gently rubbed all around and my dick
started to push up away from my body.  The next thing he did was to take my
dick between his fingers and slowly rub it up and down. This was a
wonderful feeling and I told him so. He told me he thought I would like
it. He continued rubbing my dick, and soon the feelings flowing over me
were overwhelming. I hollered out that I was going to pee but he just kept
rubbing. Soon the feelings of my first orgasm washed over me. I remained
laying back against him while I recovered from the intense feeling I had
just experienced.

Dad continued slowly stroking me until my hard dick was once again soft. He
told me that I had just masturbated, but that most men called it jerking
off. He asked if I had enjoyed the feelings and I told him it was
delightful. He told me all men and boys jerk off. Without thinking, I asked
him if he did too. "Of course I do Todd," he whispered in my ear. He then
asked if I wanted to feel it again and I told him of course.

Dad repeated the rubbing and I again felt that wonderful feeling.

After recovering, I asked Dad if I should jerk him off so he could have the
same good feelings. He told me, "Only if you want to". I told him I did and
turned to face him again. I ran my hand from his head to his cock in a long
slow motion, attempting to mimic his stroking of me.

As my hand reached his dick, I realized that it was different from
mine. His cock had skin covering the head. Dad quickly explained
circumcision to me. He told me he had me circumcised because it was easier
to keep the dick head clean and odor free. He then showed me how to pull
the skin back to expose his cock head. His cock was very hard, sticking up,
and had some wetness at the tip. I asked about the wetness and Dad
explained pre-cum to me. My hand barely fit around his cock as I began
copying the slow up and down motion he had used on me. He told me to start
moving my hand faster and that soon he would shoot out white creamy stuff
from the tip of his dick. I told him I didn't understand, and he explained
semen and ejaculation to me.

I was looking forward to seeing the stuff shoot out of the tip of his
cock. I increased my speed with the up and down motion. Dad started to
breathe heavy, and I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand.

Dad rolled over on his back and I followed him without taking my hand off
his cock or missing a stroke. He managed to squeak out the words faster
several times and I started to pull the skin up and down even faster. Soon,
his body tensed and his cock became solidly hard and with a couple more
strokes, he was shooting the white stuff out. It landed on his face, chest,
and abdomen. I continued to stroke him until he told me to stop.

After a few minutes recovery time, he asked me to get him a small towel
from the bathroom so he could clean up the mess he just made. I jumped up,
went into the bathroom, and grabbed the towel. I quickly brought the towel
back and Dad made short work out of getting himself cleaned up.

After cleaning himself up, Dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
gently to him. He asked if I liked what we had just done, and I replied
that I did.

He smiled at me and told me that since I liked it, we would do it again.

I fell back asleep, thinking about the feelings I had experienced, and when
it would happen again.