Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2012 12:26:50 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Best He Knew How  Part 18

The Best He Knew How
Part 18

When I awoke, the sun was well up, and small sunbeams were streaming in
from around the curtains. I felt Dad up against me in the bed. I remembered
today was Sunday, the one day of the week Dad allowed himself the luxury of
sleeping in late.

I stretched and turned towards him, enjoying the calm and serene expression
on his face. I noticed that Dad had his usual morning erection, which was
lifting the sheet. I thought about waking him with a morning blowjob, but
he looked so peaceful laying there asleep. I decided to not to bother him
and let him wake on his own.

I went downstairs to start the coffee, and noticed that Dad had left money
in the kitchen jar. He usually used this money to get breakfast from the
pâtisserie. I decided I would go myself while Dad slept in, as it was only
a couple of blocks from our house to the pâtisserie.

I ran upstairs, showered and dressed, before leaving for the pâtisserie. I
got the money from the jar, and headed out the door. The morning was
wonderfully cool, with a slight breeze blowing in from the ocean. As I
approached the business area, the smell of fresh bread filled my
senses. The bread shop had its front door open and the smell of freshly
baked baguettes was streaming out the door. I thought Dad might like fresh
bread for breakfast, so I stopped in. The young clerk at the counter
recognized me, as we usually got our bread from him. We exchanged
pleasantries, while he wrapped the baguette I was getting. Having had sex
with Sébastien the day before, caused me to look at the counter boy in an
entirely new light. Unfortunately, he was covered with a typical baker's
apron so it was almost impossible for me to tell much about him. He did
however have one of those angelic choirboy faces.

He saw the way I was staring at him, and told me he would go on break in a
few minutes if I wanted to join him. He said that if he wasn't in the shop,
he would be outback where his boss had put a small table and chairs for his
staff to use at break time. He smiled and winked at me as he handed over
the wrapped baguette and my change. I went out the door, and made my way to
the pâtisserie. I got several croissants, and a special treat of chocolate
éclairs.

As I made my way home, I passed the bakery, and gave some thought to the
boy behind the counter. Should I go behind the building and meet with him?
Was he interested in having sex with me? I knew I wanted to at least see
him naked.

I changed course slightly, and made a turn around the bakery. There was a
courtyard in the back with table and chairs. The counter boy was sitting in
the sun with his apron and shirt off enjoying the sun. He opened one eye to
look at me, and then grabbed his crotch, massaging it firmly. He told me
his name was Frédérick. He told me he had noticed me whenever I went in
with Dad. He asked slyly if I was now old enough to be out without Dad. I
told him of course I was.

He slid his hand down the front of his pants, and asked if I sucked dick. I
smiled and told him it depended on the dick. With a single movement, he
pushed his pants down as he lifted his butt from the chair. I stared at his
dick. It was longer and fatter than Dad's. His foreskin was completely
covering his glans. He asked if I would suck this one, and without a single
thought I told him yes I would.

Without another word, he pushed his chair back from the table and spread
his legs. I put my bread and pastries on the table and moved over to him. I
kneeled down between his legs, and took his cock in my hand. Once I had
peeled the foreskin back all the way, I started licking his glans and
shaft. With each lick, he moaned softly. After a few minutes of licking, I
took as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. I began an aggressive
sucking, with speedy up and down motions. His breathing quickly became
fast, and his moaning increased in frequency and volume. In moments, he
told me, to pull off so I didn't end up with a mouth full of cum. I
disregarded his advice and was rewarded with a barrage of warm, wonderful
cum splashing into my mouth. His cum tasted more sweet than salty. My
thought was that maybe he ate too much sugar, and that made his cum taste
sweet. Once done, he allowed me to clean him up. As I was slurping up the
last vestiges of cum, the baker stepped out the back door.

He told us to hurry up, that Frédérick had customers out front waiting for
service. He then turned and went back inside.

Frédérick hurriedly pulled his pants up. He helped me to my feet as he
apologized for not being able to return the favor at this minute. He told
me to come by after 2pm and he would suck me. I told him it was ok, that I
had enjoyed him.

As he went back into the bakery, I gathered my packages and started for
home. Thinking about this latest encounter, I wondered if it would always
be this easy to find men and boys who wanted to have sex with me.

I strolled home slowly, enjoying the sun and breeze on my skin. My dick was
still hard in my pants, but I was still feeling satisfied with myself for
getting Frédérick to cum so quickly.

Once home, I set the table for breakfast, then went upstairs to check on
Dad and see if he was ready to eat.

As I entered the bedroom, I saw that Dad was out of bed and I heard the
shower running. I walked and told Dad I was home, he opened the glass door
slightly, poked his head out, inviting me to join him.

I quickly shed my clothes and got in the shower. Dad grabbed me and planted
a full on kiss on my lips. His tongue snaked into my mouth and withdrew. He
looked at me with a smile and asked whose cum was in my mouth. I blushed,
and responded with a whisper that it was the bakery counter boy's.

Dad said no more, but turned me around and soaped up my backside. He asked
if I remembered last night when he told me he was too tired to fuck me, and
I told him yes of course. He then told me he wasn't too tired now. I got
ready to tell him great go head, but before a single word escaped my lips,
he bent me over and slipped his cock into me, balls deep.

I made a grunting sound, but Dad just began his best in and out
motion. There was no soft and gentle this morning, this was rough manly
fucking, the slamming of cock into asshole. I found this style to be quite
a turn on, and my cock fully hardened. Dad continued plunging into me for a
couple of minutes, before pulling me back against him, and holding me tight
while he pumped his cum into me.

As he unloaded into me, he told me to masturbate myself to orgasm. I obeyed
immediately and with only a couple of strokes I shot my load on the shower
wall. My sphincter spasmed, gripping Dad's cock tightly, while he withdrew
from me.

After he was done, he told me that finding that cum in my mouth made him so
horny, that he lost control of himself. He apologized for the pounding he
had given my ass, and told me he would make sure he never did that again. I
put my hand up in the air to stop his speech, and told him how enjoyable
the rough, manly sex was. Then I told him I wanted him to do it again. He
looked a little surprised, but told me if that were the case, it would
definitely happen again.

We got out of the shower, dried off, and went into the bedroom to get
dressed. I told him what I had gotten for breakfast, baguette, croissants,
and chocolate éclairs. He added boy cock to my list. I laughed and told him
that too.

We went downstairs for coffee and pastries, sitting at the table munching,
while the sun streamed across the table top lighting the entire kitchen
brilliantly .