Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2012 20:33:48 -0500 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: The Best He Knew How--Part 2 I awoke to Dad touching me on the shoulder and telling me it was time to get up. He told me to get dressed and meet him downstairs for breakfast. When I got downstairs, I found that Dad had cooked oatmeal and toast for breakfast. I eagerly ate the food while Dad drank his coffee and read over his newspaper. When Dad was ready to leave for work, I got my school things together and we headed for the car. Our routine was that Dad would drop me off at school in the morning and I would take the bus home in the afternoon. I had just entered the seventh grade and was now attending our local high school. First period was homeroom. We were allocated time to finish our homework; work on any assignments that were coming due, or just read. I had my homework done and let my mind wander off to last nights events. While reliving those incredible feelings, my dick got rock hard and I had to push it down so the other kids wouldn't see it. It was still hard and kind of poking out when it was time to go to second period and I used my notebook to help cover up the bulge. I figured that no one would notice unless looking directly at my crotch. I spent second, third and fourth periods concentrating on my schoolwork. Before I realized it, fourth period was over and it was time for lunch. I headed to the cafeteria to get something to eat. On the way to the cafeteria, I realized I had to pee and made a detour to the boy's bathrooms, which were across from the cafeteria main entrance. I walked in and headed for the first empty urinal. There were a couple of other boys in there, but they were finishing their business and heading back to the cafeteria. I slid my zipper down, and dug my dick out from my briefs. While I was standing there emptying my bladder my friend Jake came over to the urinal next to mine and unzipped. We acknowledged each other and continued with our business. Out of the blue, Jake told me that he had noticed my hard-on earlier in the day. I was mortified of course, which caused me to blush multiple shades of red. He told me not to worry, that his did the same thing all day long. I felt better immediately. Jake then asked me if I was jerking off yet. I was so glad Dad had explained it to me, as I quickly replied, "of course I do". He then asked if I was shooting cum yet. I told him not yet, and he told me he wasn't either, but both his brothers were. I asked if he watched his brothers shoot it and he told me they let him watch anytime he wanted. He asked me if I had ever seen someone shoot and I told him no. I didn't think Dad would really want me to tell anyone about what went on. The rest of the day was uneventful. I did my assignments, popped several hard-ons, and finished out my school day. I made my way to the bus stop for the ride home and met up with Jake. We rode the same bus home since we only lived a couple of blocks from each other. On the ride home, we were talking and suddenly Jake turned to me and asked if I wanted to see his brother's jack off. I looked at him and told him yes I would. He then informed me that he would talk to his brothers and see if they would let me. I figured when he asked they would probably say no. When I got home, I went into the kitchen and got the pot of stew that Dad made the day before, out of the refrigerator and put it in the oven to start warming for dinner. I changed out of my school clothes, did my homework, and took out the trash. By the time I finished, Dad was just getting home. We talked for a few minutes while he finished dinner and then we ate. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen and went into the living room to watch some television. Dad had a big recliner he liked to sit in while watching television. He got comfortable in it and then surprised me by inviting me to sit with him. I got in the chair with him, and he wrapped this arm around my shoulders. We sat this way for a couple hours watching television before he said it was bedtime. After turning off the television, Dad asked me if I wanted to sleep in his bed again. I told him yes I did. He told me he was going to shower and that I should do the same. I went to my bathroom and he went to his. I was excited getting out of the shower and my dick was hard and sticking straight up. As I dried off, I decided not to wear pajamas, since we would be going to bed naked. I marched down the hall to Dad's room stark naked with my hard dick leading the way. Dad's bedroom door was open so I went right in. I sat down on the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. From my vantage point on the bed, I was able to see Dad in the bathroom. I looked at his cock and saw for the first time that the skin not only covered the head, but also hung a good way past the head. He stood in the bathroom toweling off for a couple of minutes then made his way to the bed. Once he was next to me, he sat down and asked me if I wanted to do the same things we had done last night. I told him yes I did. He smiled at me, wrapped his arm around me and started massaging my chest. I enjoyed having him touch me. It made me feel like I was a part of him. I felt him push me gently backwards, forcing me flat onto the bed. Once I was on my back, he slipped his arm under my knees and swung me around so I was now completely on the bed. Dad then climbed onto the bed and lay next to me. My small dick hardened and started to stick straight up from my belly. I reached down with my left hand, grasped it firmly, and squeezed it several times. At the same time, I also used my right hand to seek out Dad's cock. I quickly found it and it was hardened and sticking up from his body. I wrapped my hand around it and began to pull the foreskin back. Once the foreskin was back as far as it could go, I was able to feel pre cum leaking out. Dad replaced my hand with his on my little dick. He was using two fingers to slide up and down my small shaft. He let me stroke him for a few minutes before asking me if it was all right with me if he showed me another way to masturbate. I told him he could do anything he wanted with me. Dad rolled over on his left side, and then he rolled me over on my left side. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back to him so my back was against his hairy chest. He then instructed me to lift my right leg up just a little. I did as he asked, and I felt his cock sliding between my legs. He told me to lower the raised leg and get comfortable. After a couple of minor adjustments in positioning, I felt Dad's cock push up against my ball sack and dick. He told me to lay still and let him do all the moving. He began pushing between my legs and pulling back slowly rubbing my dick with each stroke. Dad's cock rubbed it with every stroke. He did this for some time before I realized that I was getting the feeling again. I told him what was happening and he sped up his strokes, putting me into orgasm in moments. While I was still floating in my orgasm, I felt Dad increase his stroke speed even more. I was able to feel the slick pre cum coating my dick and ball sack. Dads' breathing increased, and he began to make grunting sounds from behind me. He finally made one deep thrust and held me tightly to his body. I was able to feel the pulsing of his cock as he began to shoot. It felt funny at first, the feeling of hot and slick wetness covering my ball sack and dick. Dad continued to shoot several more times, causing his cum to shoot out beyond my legs and onto the sheets. When he finally finished shooting, he rolled over onto his back pulling me with him. He reached over and felt my dick and ball sack, rubbing his cum into my skin. I figured I needed to do the same for him. There was cum everywhere on his belly, sticking to his body hair. I rubbed his belly and then slid my hand down to his cock and balls. His foreskin remained pulled back; I pulled it up the shaft, which caused more cum to leak out of his cock. I tried to rub it all into his skin. Finally, he pushed my hand away, and grabbed the towel that was on his nightstand. With towel in hand, Dad cleaned up my dick, ball sack and between my legs. He then cleaned himself up. After the clean up he reached over and slowly, gently massaged my dick and ball sack. He asked if I liked masturbating this way and I told him I liked it a lot, that it felt good having his cock rub my dick and ball sack and that I wanted to do it again. Dad just smiled and assured me that we would have many occasions to masturbate together and that later on he would teach me other things to make my dick feel good and give the orgasmic feelings again.