Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:29:31 +0000 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: The Best He Knew How part 15 The Best He Knew How Part 15 I fell back asleep thinking about how much I enjoyed my first anal experience. When I awoke the second time, I found that Dad had gotten up. I was disappointed, it always felt better waking up with him next to me. I lay in the bed for a few minutes relaxing, and then got up to shower. When I stretched my legs all the way out, I felt a tinge of pain in my ass. I instinctively reached back and felt my butthole. I still had some of Dad's cum leaking from me, and my hole was tender to the touch. However, the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure I had experienced. I dragged myself out of bed, and headed to the shower. Once on my feet, I could feel more cum leaking out of me, and running down my inner thighs. The squishy feeling between my thighs was unique to say the least. I got into the shower after warming the water and just let it spray down on me. It felt good. I shampooed my hair and washed my upper body before proceeding to my lower half. I soaped up the front half, causing an instant boner, before allowing my hands to reach back to my now deflowered ass. I gently soaped up my fingers and slowly inserted them to clean out any remaining cum still in me. The soap caused a slight stinging sensation, but I continued with the cleaning. When I no longer felt any cum in me, I bent over and pointed the showerhead directly at my asshole. The water hitting my hole made it spasm, which made my cock jerk up and down several time. The water felt nice and I soon had all of the soap out of me. I considered jacking off, but decided that since it was Saturday, Dad and I would be playing, and I wanted save my cum to share with Dad. I got out of the shower and dried off, tenderly patting my asshole dry. There was still some discomfort, but not enough to cause me any concern. I went to Dad's bathroom, got the lemon balm, and gently applied it to my tender asshole. It quickly caused a cooling effect, and my hole felt much better. I made my way downstairs after getting dressed, and found Dad at the table with his coffee and newspaper. He looked up from his paper, and asked how I was feeling. I told him about the discomfort I was having, and that I had used the lemon balm. He told me that the discomfort should go away in a few hours. I looked at breakfast on the table and figured out that he must have been up for awhile and gone to the pâtisserie, as there were fresh croissants and chocolatines on the table along with whipped butter. I decided to have one of each with my orange juice and hot chocolate. After breakfast, Dad asked if there was anything special I wanted to do, and after a brief moment to think, I told him that I really wanted to visit the Garnet Art Museum, since they were having a special showing of the works of Cézanne. I could use the visit to get extra points in my art class at school. Dad agreed, telling me a few extra points in any class were a good thing. We took our time eating and enjoying breakfast, a rare luxury for us, as weekday mornings were always a hurry up and go affair. Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Dad asked if we wanted to pack a picnic lunch, and eat at the park across the street from the museum. I always enjoyed having lunch at the park with Dad, and told him I thought it would be a great idea. We quickly packed the picnic basket, loaded it into the car, and left for the museum. It was early, but the traffic was already getting quite heavy. After a 15-minute ride, we pulled in to the museum, and found the parking lot nearly full. Dad asked if I still wanted to go into the museum and I told him yes, that I really needed the extra points in art class. When we got into the museum, it was crowded, but not packed. A tour guide approached us and asked if we wanted to join one of the tours that were starting, and Dad told him yes. We had about ten minutes before the start of the tour and Dad suggested we use the restroom. We got into the restroom, and there were a handful of men already inside. As the museum was quite old, it still had the large round group urinal in the center of the room. Dad stepped up to it and unzipped, and I did the same. The open urinal made it easy to check out all the men's dicks, and I got quite an eyeful. One man across from me had a very large dick, and shook it violently when he was done peeing. The shaft and head slapped against his hand when he shook it. I was mesmerized, and couldn't stop staring. When I looked up the man was looking at me smiling. I blushed, and tucked my now hardening cock back into my pants. It was then that I realized I liked looking at grown men's dicks. As we left the restroom, Dad asked me if I had enjoyed the restroom show. I told him I did. We toured the museum, visited the gift shop, and finally left the building. Since the park was directly across the street, we left the car parked at the museum, picked up the picnic basket and walked to the park. Dad had brought a blanket and spread it out. We put out our lunch, got comfortable, and proceeded to eat. Dad had brought a nice bottle of white wine. He opened it and poured for both of us. I was raised drinking wine with meals, so this was not unusual for us. As we sat in the sunlight, we discussed the up coming trip to Port Grimaud. I let him know how much I was looking forward to it, and then I mentioned to him the incident in the restroom. I told him that looking at that man's cock had caused mine to start to harden. He told me he wasn't surprised, that he felt similar stirrings when he looked at naked men. He told me it was a natural reaction for gay men. He also mentioned that when we went on holiday, I would get the chance to see many cocks at Coco Beach. I asked if I could get a new swimsuit, and Dad laughed, and then asked why I needed a new swimsuit when we were going to a nude beach. While we were finishing lunch, I saw the man from the museum restroom approaching in our direction. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I pointed him out to Dad. The man came over to us and introduced himself as Sébastien. He asked me if I had enjoyed the museum, and did I enjoy the show in the restroom. Dad laughed and invited him to join us on the blanket. It seemed that not only did Sébastien put on a show for me, but also he was well aware of my reaction to it. He told my Dad that he hoped we weren't offended by his little show. Dad shook his head no, and I just stared lamely at him. Sébastien made himself comfortable on the blanket while Dad poured him a glass of wine. As he spread his legs, I noted that he was not wearing underwear and I could see a bit of his cock head. My dick started to harden. I think the wine made me bolder, but before I realized it, I was readjusting my package and slipping my dick out of my underwear and pushing it down the leg of my shorts where I hoped Sébastien would see it. He did, and his cock grew larger right away. I congratulated myself for making him get hard. Dad saw what was happening, and asked if we should invite Sébastien to visit us later in the day. I thought about what playing with Sébastien's cock might be like, and told Dad that I did. Dad gave Sébastien our address and asked him to visit with us later that afternoon. Sébastien immediately accepted the offer. We began repacking the picnic basket, and when we stood up to fold up the blanket, Sébastien's cock slipped out of his shorts, exposing quite a bit of himself. He readjusted his clothing and laughed telling us that the thing had a mind of its own. We parted company in the museum parking lot, and headed home. On the way home, Dad asked me what kind of games I wanted to play with Sébastien. I told him I wasn`t sure, but that I didn't think I wanted it to include fucking me. I explained my concern about the size of his cock and the size of my asshole. Dad told me we would lay down some ground rules for playing when Sébastien arrived, insuring that his cock didn't end up in my ass. While driving home, Dad reached his hand into my shorts and massaged my dick. I moved closer to him so he didn't have to reach so far. I knew he was having a good time by the tent in his pants, so I also reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants. I managed to unbutton his pants and unzip him before he could protest. I began stroking him in rhythm to his stroking of me. When we were nearly home, he told me to stop, as he didn't want to cum in the car. In the driveway at home, he had me put my dick back into my shorts, and he buttoned and zipped his pants. Once inside, he pulled my shorts off, exposing my still hard dick. He pushed me back onto the sofa, got down on his knees, and took my dick in his mouth. He wasted no time sucking me, and then he wet his finger and began to penetrate me with it. He asked if I was having pain, and I told him no, that the balm must have worked, since my ass was just fine. His finger entered me, and I got the tingly feeling all over. He slowly finger fucked me while adding additional fingers one at a time. Once he had me stretched, he removed his fingers and asked me to suck his cock and get it all wet so he could fuck me. I sucked him until my saliva was literally dripping off his cock and on to his balls. He backed away, pulling his cock from my mouth. Before he could say anything, I draped myself over the arm of the sofa, and reached back with my hands to spread my cheeks. Dad stepped up close behind me, and I felt his cock touch my asshole. I wanted him in me badly, so I pushed back against him forcing his cock to penetrate me balls deep with a single push. I loved the sensation of feeling filled up with his cock again. My dick was absolutely rigid, and as Dad slid his cock into me, I began leaking pre-cum. Each time his cock hit my prostate, I grunted with pleasure. Dad leaned over me, kissed the back of my neck, and asked if I wanted this fucking soft and slow, or hard and fast. I told him hard and fast as I began bucking back against him. He pounded my ass for about five minutes before burying himself in me. I felt his cock swell and then I felt the warm cum shooting into me. Dad moaned the whole time he was ejaculating. Once finished, he withdrew, and turned me around. He dropped to his knees and started sucking my dick ferociously, sliding his fingers back into my asshole. It took me about half a minute to start shooting my load into his mouth. I had completely forgotten about trying to prevent a premature ejaculation, to increase the pleasure. Dad's cleaned me up, and once again, I was feeling his warm cum leaking from my ass. He cleaned up as much as he could, and then sent me to the shower. While showering, I realized that my ass didn't hurt at all this time, but I still let the warm water spray on it. After drying off, I went downstairs without bothering to put on any clothes. When Dad saw that I was naked, he asked if I was ready for the afternoon games with Sébastien. I told him I was more than ready. He suggested I watch some television while he showered. I sat on the sofa and gave serious thought about what I wanted to do with Sébastien. I never gave a thought to what Sébastien might want to do to, and with me. I nodded off to sleep on the sofa, with the television still on.