Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2012 11:08:07 -0500 From: Lamort DeLioncourt 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.