Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2012 02:11:46 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Best He Knew How Part 4

I got home 20 minutes before Dad was due to arrive. I got the chicken out
of the refrigerator and put it in the oven to warm. Since I didn't have any
homework, I decided to get my shower done before dinner.

I got upstairs and into my bathroom, shucked off my clothes and shoes and
jumped into the shower. The water was warm and felt good running down my
body. I turned to face the shower, and let the spray hit me directly on my
dick and balls. The pounding of the spray on my dick caused the expected
hard-on. I played with my dick for a few moments, but knew Dad would be
home momentarily. I quickly finished washing, got out of the shower, and
dried off. I decided to wear just underwear. I pulled them on and headed
down stairs to wait for Dad to get home.

I stretched out on the sofa and turned the television on. I watched some
mindless show while replaying the scene at Jake's house repeatedly in my
mind. I was not sure why I was so fascinated with watching other boys shoot
their loads, but I knew I really enjoyed it. It made me even more jealous
that I wasn't able to ejaculate yet.

While these thoughts were running through my mind, I heard Dad come in to
the house. I jumped up and ran to greet him.

He looked very tired, which was unusual for Dad. He usually came home very
upbeat and virile looking. I asked if he had a bad day, and he told me that
it wasn't a bad day, but a non-stop busy day.

I told him the chicken was in the oven warming, and suggested he change out
of his clothes and take a shower. He smiled and told me that was a fine
idea and he would see me at dinner in just a few minutes.

When I heard the water in Dad's shower turn off, I got the chicken out of
the oven and set the table for dinner. Dad made it downstairs in less than
five minutes dressed only in his bathrobe.

We sat down and had dinner, with very little conversation. I figured if Dad
was too tired to chat, now was not the time to talk about what happened at
Jake's house.

We finished dinner and I suggested to Dad that he go get comfortable on the
sofa and I would clean up the kitchen. Dad usually insisted on helping
clean up after dinner, but tonight he didn't. He headed for the living room
without saying anything. I cleared the table and had the dishwasher loaded
in about ten minutes. I even swept the floor. Once done, I went out to the
living room.

Dad was stretched out flat on the sofa with one of the sofa pillows under
his head. The six o'clock news was on the television, but Dad was already
sleeping. His bathrobe, though tied at the waist, was wide open. His cock
was lying across his thigh, completely soft with the foreskin covering the
entire head and overhanging it. Dad was snoring softly as he slept.

I was disappointed that Dad was sleeping, as I was dying to tell him about
the group masturbation at Jake's house. I finally decided that my news
could wait, that Dad needed to sleep. I switched the television to a
cartoon channel, sat down on the floor beside the sofa and started to watch
the cartoon show.

A few minutes into the show, I was again thinking about the events at
Jake's house. I started to rub my dick through my underwear. It took less
than a minute for my dick to bone up. I sat slowly stroking it through my
briefs for several minutes before deciding to take them off and masturbate
naked.  I slipped them off and gently rubbed and squeezed my balls once I
freed them from the briefs. That made my dick pulse and bounce back and
forth against my belly. I slid my hand from my balls to the base of my dick
and started stroking the shaft very slowly. It felt nice to be touching
myself, and I was enjoying it.

While I was stroking myself, I heard Dad repositioning on the sofa. I
stopped stroking and turned to see what was happening. Dad had rolled onto
his side, which in turn had pushed his cock almost to the edge of the
sofa. His cock was also partially stiff.

I turned myself completely around, so I was facing Dad's cock and
balls. With each breath he took, his cock jumped slightly. This convinced
me he was horny and needed me to help take care of his need.

I reached up to his cock and grasped it behind the head. I began slowly
retracting his foreskin. It took several pulls before I had enough of the
foreskin back to expose his pink shiny head. There was a slight showing of
pre cum from his slit, so I rubbed it around the head. The gentle rubbing
caused his cock to continue hardening in my hand. I figured that if his
cock would harden, there was no reason for me to stop. I continued rubbing
the pre cum around the head. I pulled his foreskin up and over the head,
and slid my pre cum slicked finger into it.  I continued pulling the
foreskin up and it finally covered my finger completely. My immediately
thought was that he had enough foreskin for both of us.

I gave some thought to what I had just discovered, and decided to see if
his foreskin could cover my dick. I got up on my knees at the edge of the
sofa and pointed his cock towards mine. I pulled his foreskin all the way
back and was able to maneuver myself so the tip of my dick was able to
touch the tip of Dad's cock. Once lined up, I started slowly pulling Dad's
foreskin up his shaft and over the head of his cock. I continued pulling
the foreskin up and it slipped over the head of my dick and since my dick
was small, I thought it might go all the way to the base of my shaft, but
it only went half way down.

It felt very warm and soft as Dad's foreskin covered my dick. I began
slowly pushing his foreskin up and down on both of our dicks. The sliding
of the foreskin caused me to feel the orgasmic feeling coming on. Dad's
cock was fully hard from the sliding too. I kept pulling the foreskin back
and forth and soon felt my orgasm begin. I squeezed both of our dicks
tightly while I was having my orgasm. Once over, I resumed the pushing and
pulling of the foreskin and Dad started to moan and grunt. I went faster,
and soon he shot his cum into his foreskin. I loved the sensation of his
cum coating my dick and running out of his foreskin. His cum ran down my
shaft and dripped onto my balls. Once he finished cumming, I pulled my dick
from his foreskin and slid his foreskin back over his cock, leaving it to
cover the head.

I cleaned myself up, and then cleaned Dad up. He never woke up the whole
time this was going on. I finally had to shake him awake and tell him to go
to bed. He stumbled upstairs to his bedroom and flopped down on the bed. I
removed his bathrobe, pulled the covers up over him and slid under the
covers myself. I spooned myself against his chest and felt his soft cock
lying on my butt cheek.

I snuggled back as far as I could, and lifted my leg. I wanted to get Dad's
limp dick between my thighs in case he woke up during the night and might
have a boner that needed to be taken care of. Once Dad's cock was between
my thighs, I was feeling quite satisfied with myself, I drifted off to
sleep thinking about the foreskin game, and how much I wanted to talk to
Dad about it in the morning.