Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 02:56:47 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Best He Knew How  Part 13

The Best He Knew How
Part 13

I must have spent 20 minutes in the shower cleaning up after my
misadventure with Jake and his brothers. I replayed the scene several times
in my mind, and my feelings didn't seem to change. In fact, I was still so
unexcited, that my feisty little cock didn't even get hard. I finished
rinsing off and got out of the shower.

I dressed only in my bathrobe, as had become the custom with Dad. I made my
way downstairs and put the cold roast in the oven to warm.

I went into the living room and turned on the television, but had great
difficulty concentrating on the show. I was now seriously wondering if
there was something wrong with me. The guys in the video I had watched had
no trouble enjoying anal sex. My Dad watched it and he didn't seem to have
any problems with it. So what was the matter with me? Was there something
wrong with me? Was I not gay? I was nearly in tears when I heard Dad
opening the door.

I greeted him at the door as always, and he knew immediately that something
wasn't right. He gave me an extra big hug, patted me on the back, and asked
me what the problem was. His kindness caused an instantaneous flood of
tears from me.

He led me into the living room, turned off the television, and sat down in
his chair, pulling me down into the chair with him. He pulled me as close
to him as he could, and wrapped his arm tightly around me. He gently patted
my shoulder, and waited, just holding me, waiting for me to tell him about
the problem.

When I was able to gain a small degree of composure, I started to tell him
what happened at Jake's house. In between minor floods of tears, I was
finally able to tell him the whole story, and how dirty I felt about it. He
continued to hold me tightly against him while he told me to breathe slowly
and deeply, that I was safe and there was nothing wrong with me.

The slow, deep breathing and his reassuring words allowed me to calm down
and regain my composure. He hooked his index finger under my chin and
lifted my face upwards until I was looking directly into his face. He had a
calm look and a small smile on his face.

He asked me if we needed to discuss the situation now, or did I want to
wait until later. I told him that I was okay for now, and we could talk
about it later, after dinner.

I told him I had put the roast in the oven, and that dinner would be ready
shortly. He told me to turn off the stove, that we were going out for
dinner. I did as he instructed and went upstairs to change into clothes.

We went to a local inexpensive café, and both ordered whatever the special
of the day was. Dad directed the conversation, asking me where I thought we
should go on holiday this year. Vacation was less than two months away, and
we still had not picked a place. We talked about several possibilities, and
then he mentioned that one of his friends at work had a beach house that he
wasn't currently using. The cottage was in Port Grimaud, which was just
140km from home, just outside of St. Tropez. He said we could spend a day
at Coco beach, a local gay nude beach, if I wanted to. I was all for the
idea of a nude beach, so I quickly agreed. With dinner finished, Dad paid
the check and we left for home.

Once home, Dad steered me to the living room and his comfortable
chair. Once we were settled, he asked me to tell him what I had felt during
my encounter at Jake's house. It was hard to describe to him, but I did the
best I could. He told me that what I was feeling was not abnormal in
any. He told me that being third in a line for anal sex was no way to be
introduced to it. He also explained that when done lovingly, it wasn't
anything like what I had experienced. He then told me that if I really
wanted to learn about anal sex, he would teach me. After several long
agonizing minutes of intense thought, I told him I would like to learn the
right way.  We got up off the chair, and I headed for the stairs. Dad was
behind me, and lovingly slapped my ass as we went up the stairs.

Once in the bedroom, we didn't make the usual dash for the bed. Instead,
Dad took me by the shoulder and sat me down on the edge of the bed. He
explained to me that anal sex was a very special kind of sex compared to
what we had been doing. He told me that when a boy allows you to put your
dick in him, that makes you a very special person. I really didn't
understand why that was, and Dad told me I would understand later.

Dad leaned over to me, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to
him. He then for the first time ever kissed me on the lips. It had an
almost electrical tingle to it. My instinctive reaction was not to pull
away, but to lean in and kiss him back. We kissed like this for a few
minutes before I felt his tongue sliding across my lips. I realized that
what was happening was "baiser avec la langue", a french kiss. I allowed my
lips to part, which allowed Dad's tongue to enter me. It was extremely
erotic, and I felt the tingle all the way to my dick and balls, which
pulled up tight against my body, as if preparing for orgasm. Dad explored
my tongue and mouth for a few moments before withdrawing his tongue and
allowing my tongue to enter him. I found that having my tongue in his mouth
as just as erotic as having his in mine. We then tongue dueled before
breaking away from each other.

After breaking our kiss, Dad started unbuttoning my shirt. I of course
reached down to help. He told me not to, that he was going to undress me
himself. As he slowly unbuttoned my shirt, he allowed his hands to wander
over my chest. When his hands touched my nipples, I once again felt the
electrical tingle sweep over my body. My nipples instantly hardened. Once
unbuttoned, he slid my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, until it
was completely off me. He leaned me back on the bed, and began to kiss
me. We again french kissed, but this time I felt his hand reaching for my
dick. He massaged me through my pants for several minutes before unsnapping
and unzipping my pants. He broke the kiss, and slid his mouth down onto my
chest. He tongued his way across my chest until he reached a nipple. He
tongue bathed one nipple while manually caressing the other. The electrical
tingles just kept happening, and my cock continued to pulse. As he
continued down my chest, he paused at my navel. He licked and sucked on it
before giving it a deep tongue bath. While this was happening, he managed
to push my pants down to my knees. I hadn't put underwear on when I changed
for dinner, so my firmly erect cock sprang from my pants. While stroking my
dick and massaging my balls, Dad explained to me that my introduction to
anal sex was about to begin.

I immediately thought of him pushing his cock into me like I had done to
Brian, and the thought made me nervous. He must have felt my nervousness,
because he quickly followed that comment with the simple statement that I
was to fuck him. He said that he wanted me to fuck him first so I could
experience the true joy of anal sex. Then if I wanted to allow him to fuck
me, we could do it at a later time. He made sure I understood that I didn't
have to allow him to put his cock in me, that the choice was entirely mine.

He got up from the bed and hurriedly stripped his own clothes off while I
watched him. Once naked, he went into his bathroom, and returned carrying a
container of lube in his hand. He explained its use to me, lay on the bed
on his back, and began to insert his finger first into the lube, and then
into his pink ass. He suggested I could help if I wanted. Without much
thought, I reached in to the lube and then placed my finger against Dad's
ass. He told me to slowly enter him, as he didn't indulge in anal sex
often, and his ass was tight. He explained that entering someone could be a
painful process or a highly erotic and pleasurable one.

As I inserted my finger into him, I felt the momentarily tightening of his
sphincter before he forced himself to relax, and my finger slid right in. I
couldn't believe how warm and soft he felt. There was none of the messy
feeling like I had experienced with Brian. Once in, he directed me to
finger fuck him with a steady in and out motion. I did so and he started to
softly moan. I felt his ass loosening as he told me to pull out my finger
and get into position between his legs. When I had done this, he told me to
slide forward until my cock head touched his ass. Once I was touching him,
he slid down onto my cock. The feeling was indescribable as my cock slipped
into him. It was warm, moist, slick, and spasming around my dick. He
stopped moving down onto me, and told me to start pushing myself slowly
into him until I was all the way in. I did, and each forward push was
another piece of heaven. With my small cock, it only took two pushes to get
all of me inside him.

Without instruction, I began to thrust in and out of Dad. He continued to
moan softly. As my speed increased, he wrapped his hands around the back of
my head and pulled me to his face. He then began a kiss that went beyond
description. My entire body was trembling with the electrical tickle, my
cock pulsed rapidly, my balls pulled up tight, and I buried myself in him
as I began to shoot my load into his ass. He responded with rhythmic
contractions of his ass on my cock. I never had an orgasm last so long. I
continued thrusting long after all of my cum was inside him. In fact it
felt so good that I didn't stop until the head of my cock began to hurt. I
started to pull my cock out of him, but he broke our kiss and told me to
lie on his chest and leave my dick in him until it completely softened, and
slipped out on its own. I did just that, and his ass continued to spasm
occasionally on my nearly limp dick. When I finally slipped out of him, a
small trickle of cum leaked out around my cock. He told me to straddle his
chest so he could lick me clean and I did. He only licked a few times,
which was a good thing, since my dick was very sensitive.

I rolled off of him and lay next to him on my back. He told me he had a
wonderful time with my cock in him, and looked forward to having me fuck
him again if I wanted to. I assured him I wanted to fuck him again and
again anytime he would allow it.

When I looked over and saw his cock was still rigid and leaking pre-cum, I
asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He smiled and told me no, that I had
enough excitement for one night, and he didn`t want me on emotional
overload. He then reached down with his own hand and grabbed his cock. With
just a couple pulls on his foreskin, he released the largest load of cum I
had ever seen him shoot. As I licked the cum from his abdomen and chest, I
commented on the large volume of cum. Dad looked me in the eye and told me
it was because he was so excited to have his son finally fuck him. He had
apparently had this fantasy for a long time.