Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 08:50:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Davey's Very Special Valentine (gay/incest)

This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any
similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't
read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you,
or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads
and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for,
here it is...


DAVEY'S VERY SPECIAL VALENTINE

When I opened my school locker, three red envelopes tumbled out onto the
floor.

"Davey's got a girlfriend," a classmate teased as he walked past.

"Three," I said, waving the envelopes. If he only knew. The cards were from
Larry, Mr. Wilson, and Coach. I knew I could put Larry off until the
weekend, since he would most likely want to celebrate this Valentine's Day
with his dad. But what could I do about the other two? A sly grin spread
across my face as an idea for dealing with Coach and Mr. Wilson suddenly
popped into my head.

*****

The final bell of the day rang, and all the other students made a mad dash
from Mr. Wilson's calculus class. They were definitely eager to start the
weekend. I, on the other hand, remained in my seat.

"Well, Davey," Mr. Wilson said suggestively as the door closed behind the
final escapee.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson?" I replied coyly.

"Did you get my card?"

"Yeah, I did. Thanks."

"And?"

"And what?" I asked innocently.

"And are you going to be my valentine?" he responded with a laugh, which
quickly died when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I called, and Mr. Wilson glared at me.

"Hey, Lance," Coach said as he entered the room, "I got a message you
wanted to see me."

"Sorry, Roger," Mr. Wilson said with obvious confusion. "I didn't send any
message."

"I did," I clarified as I crossed the room and locked the door. "I figured
it would be quicker this way." The two men looked at each other and then
back at me before they both started laughing.

"Then let's not waste time," Coach agreed, stripping off his shirt and
shorts. I gulped at the sight of Coach in just a jockstrap, socks, and
sneakers. The pouch of the jockstrap was obviously beginning to stretch as
that huge black cock I remembered began to grow again.

"I'm in," Mr. Wilson confirmed as he took off his tie and began to unbutton
his shirt.

"Well, Davey?" Coach asked when I remained fully clothed and leaning
against the locked door.

I strolled back across the room and sat down in my front-row desk. "I just
want to watch," I said casually.

"What?" Mr. Wilson asked. He froze with his trousers and underwear halfway
down his thighs.

"You heard me," I confirmed. "The Valentine's Day gift I want from you two
is to be allowed to watch Coach plowing his dark chocolate log into your
white chocolate ass, Mr. Wilson."

"Sounds good to me," Coach said, pulling his jockstrap down and tucking it
below his monster cock and balls.

"It's been a while, Roger," Mr. Wilson said nervously at the sight of the
stiffening black cock.

"It's like riding a bike," Coach replied. "Okay, maybe like riding a
horse."

"I can't take that thing without any lube," Mr. Wilson objected.

"No problem," I said, grabbing a tube of lube from my backpack and tossing
it to Coach. "Any other objections?"

Mr. Wilson shook his head with a big grin. "Not that I can think of."

"Me either," Coach confirmed as he flipped the lid on the lube tube and
squeezed a large amount onto his shiny black cock. Mr. Wilson watched for a
few seconds as Coach slowly and suggestively stroked his long dick several
times all the way from the base to the tip and it began to glisten with
lube.

"Are you just going to play with that thing, or are you going to give it to
me?" Mr. Wilson asked as he walked around to the side of his desk, slid his
trousers and underwear down to his ankles, and bent over.

"Oh, I'm gonna give it to you, all right," Coach laughed as he stepped up
behind Mr. Wilson. Coach squeezed some lube onto his fingers and then
tossed the tube to me. I put the tube back in my backpack, and when I
looked up again, Coach already had several fingers worked into Mr. Wilson's
ass to lube him up.

"Oh yeah," sighed Mr. Wilson, dropping his head to rest between his
outstretched arms on the desk. "Get my ass ready for that cock of yours,
Roger."

"I think it's good and ready, Lance," Coach said, slipping his fingers out
of Mr. Wilson's ass. Coach wrapped his fist around his lubed cock and
flipped it up and down between Mr. Wilson's spread ass cheeks.

"Mmmmm," Mr. Wilson sighed.

Coach slapped his cock hard against Mr. Wilson's ass, and the sound of
flesh on flesh echoed around the room. "Are you ready for this big boy?"
Coach asked.

"Stop teasing," Mr. Wilson said, "and put that black cock where you know I
want it!"

"Calm down, Lance," Coach laughed as he nestled his cock head between
Mr. Wilson's cheeks and began to press forward in search of the asshole
that desperately wanted to be filled.

"Oh yeah," I whispered as I watched that huge black cock disappearing
between Mr. Wilson's white ass cheeks. "Fuck him, Coach. Fuck him."

"Go for it, Roger," Mr. Wilson grunted before gritting his teeth together
to help deal with the pain of the invasion.

"Breath deep," Coach ordered, and Mr. Wilson obeyed as the black cock slid
farther and farther into his overstretched asshole. At that sight, I
couldn't help but reach down and rub my own stiffening cock through my
jeans. No harm working my cock a bit, but I definitely had other plans for
the load in my balls. That's why I'd come up with this idea for just
watching Coach fuck Mr. Wilson, and it was better than I'd ever thought it
could be. I'd never just watched two guys before without wanting to join in
the fucking or wanting to shoot my load all over them. There was something
even more erotic about just watching!

"Unnnngh," Mr. Wilson grunted as the final bit of Coach's cock disappeared
from sight.

"I knew you could take it, white boy," Coach laughed.

"Damn," I sighed with complete fascination.

"Like what you see, Davey?" Coach asked.

"Hell, yeah," I laughed. "The only thing that could be better is watching
you actually fucking his ass."

"Go for it, Roger," Mr. Wilson moaned.

Coach slowly withdrew his cock from Mr. Wilson's ass and then just as
slowly began pressing it back in. Slowly out. Slowly in. Slowly out. Slowly
in. "Just as tight as always," Coach praised.

"It's bound to feel tight to that huge cock of yours," Mr. Wilson grunted.

"Suppose so," Coach agreed as he began to increase the speed of his
penetrations and withdrawals. "You sure you don't want to join us, Davey?"

"No," I said, removing my hand from my crotch before I forgot my resolution
and either shot my load in my shorts or frantically stripped off my clothes
to join Coach and Mr. Wilson. "I just want to watch you two grown men
satisfying each other."

"Oh god, it's definitely satisfying," Mr. Wilson groaned.

"Glad you think so," Coach said with a sharp thrust. He slapped
Mr. Wilson's ass at the same time and the sound echoed around the room.

I licked my lips and leaned forward on my desk for a good view of the thick
chocolate cock sliding in and out of Mr. Wilson's asshole. It wasn't long
before Mr. Wilson reached down between his legs and began to stroke his own
hard cock. I closed my eyes briefly and just concentrated on the sound of
Coach's groin slamming against Mr. Wilson's ass and Mr. Wilson's balls
slapping against his jacking fist.

"You're missing the show, Davey," Coach reprimanded.

"Sorry," I said, opening my eyes. "Just the sound of your flesh slapping
flesh is fucking hot."

"HARDER!" Mr. Wilson ordered.

"Fuck him, Coach," I said. "He obviously needs it."

"Who's been a bad boy, then?" Coach asked.

"I have," Mr. Wilson said eagerly. "I have," he repeated, and I coughed
from the surprise.

"I thought so," Coach said with a domineering tone in his voice, and then
he slammed his cock balls-deep in Mr. Wilson's ass.

"YES!" hissed Mr. Wilson.

"Harder," I said. "Fuck him harder." And with that, Coach began to fuck
Mr. Wilson fast, deep, and hard. Grunts and groans began to fill the room
along with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. Again and again and again. I
suddenly realized that I was breathing as fast as the two fuckers were
breathing. "Damn, this is hot," I whispered.

"Glad you think so," Coach replied.

"I can't take much more," Mr. Wilson groaned. "Please, fill me with
cum. Please."

"Do you think you deserve it?" Coach asked without breaking his fuck pace.

"No, no, I don't," Mr. Wilson whimpered.

"Neither do I," Coach said. "But it's either your ass or the floor, because
my cock is ready to unleash its load."

"Please, give it to me," Mr. Wilson begged. "I know I don't deserve it, but
please. Please."

"What do you think, Davey?" Coach asked as he began to fuck even faster.

"Give it to him," I said, "if he promises to be good."

"I do. I do," Mr. Wilson grunted. "I promise. Please!"

"OH FUCK!" Coach hissed as he slammed his groin against Mr. Wilson's ass.

"Thank you," Mr. Wilson panted. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He
repeated the phrase with every pulse of Coach's hips depositing load after
load after load of built-up cum into Mr. Wilson's desperate asshole.

"Damn, you're good." Coach gave Mr. Wilson a hard slap on the ass before
slowly withdrawing his long dark cock out of the asshole and back into the
light. Coach then stood motionless except for his chest heaving from the
exertion. Mr. Wilson remained bent over his desk and slowly stroking his
own rigid cock.

"Clean him up, Mr. Wilson," I ordered, surprising even myself.

Coach looked and me and shook his head with a grin. "Good idea, Davey," he
said. "Lick my cock clean, Lance."

"Yes, sir," Mr. Wilson agreed, turning around and dropping to his knees in
front of Coach. I watched with fascination as Mr. Wilson began to give
Coach's cock and balls a tongue bath. The sight of that black cock slipping
in and out of Mr. Wilson's mouth and slapping against his cheek nearly made
me lose my resolve just to watch, but I managed to restrain myself.

"Mmmmm," Coach sighed.

"Thanks for the Valentine's Day present," I said.

"No, thank you," Coach replied with a laugh.

"Yes, thank you, Davey," Mr. Wilson agreed. "Thank you."

"Well, I've got to be going," I said, standing up and tossing my backpack
over my shoulder, but I froze when there was a sudden knocking on the
door. Mr. Wilson also froze with Coach's plump cock still in his mouth.

"Are you in there, Dad? I saw the message about Mr. Wilson needing to talk
to you."

We all exhaled at the recognition that the voice belonged to Johnny,
Coach's son.

"See you later," I said as I moved across the room. As I passed Coach, I
couldn't resist. I quickly reached out and dragged my middle finger between
his sweaty, beefy ass cheeks.

"Easy, boy," Coach objected with a laugh.

I brought my finger to my nose and inhaled his strong musky scent. "Mmmmm,"
I sighed before licking the sweat off of my finger. As I unlocked the door,
a quick look back over my shoulder confirmed that Mr. Wilson still had
Coach's cock in his mouth. I opened the door just enough for me to slip
through but not wide enough that anyone could see in.

"Hey, Davey," Johnny said as I closed the door behind me. "Is Dad in
there?"

"He sure is," I confirmed. "Have fun," I added with a wink.

Johnny raised an eyebrow questioningly and then he licked his
lips. "Thanks," he said as he opened the door. "And you might want to do
something about that wet spot," he added, giving a quick nod at my crotch
before slipping into the classroom and closing the door behind him.

I looked down quickly and saw that the precum generated by watching Coach
fuck Mr. Wilson had created an obvious wet spot on the front of my
jeans. "Oh well, what the fuck," I thought as I heard the lock of the
classroom door slipping back into place. With a grin on my face and the wet
spot proudly on display, I headed off down the hallway.

*****

"I'm home!" I called out as I walked through the front door of our house.

"In the kitchen!" Dad called back.

I made a beeline for the kitchen and dropped my backpack on the
table. "Where's Mom?" I asked.

Dad was wearing a bathrobe and standing at the refrigerator/freezer with
both doors open. Glancing over his shoulder at me, he said, "I treated her
to a spa weekend for Valentine's Day. She and a couple of her friends will
be there for three days."

"Then why are we just standing here?" I quickly began to strip off my
clothes and drop them on the kitchen floor.

"Don't you want to know what I have for my very special valentine?"

"I think I have a good idea, Dad."

"Oh yeah?" He slowly turned to face me.

My jaw dropped. "You're fucking kidding me," I laughed.

"You don't like it?"

"Are you serious? I couldn't have asked for anything better." I crossed the
room and fell to my knees in front of Dad's chocolate-covered cock and
balls. The chocolate hardon, which had me drooling already, was like one of
those sculptures you could buy from a XXX chocolate place. The difference
was that this was my own dad's cock and balls!

"Well?" he asked with a laugh, letting the bathrobe slip off his shoulders
and fall to the floor.

For an instant, the image of Coach's black cock popped into my head. I
reached out to touch the glistening chocolate. "Nice," I whispered, pulling
my finger back to lick off a small sample of the sweet."

"You know," Dad said, grinning down at me, "it's supposed to melt in your
mouth, not in your hand."

I leaned in and ran my tongue all over the chocolate cock and balls,
savoring the sweet flavor mixed with the tantalizing smell of Dad's
crotch. When I got to the tip of his cock, I wrapped my lips around it, but
the chocolate crumbled in my mouth. I backed off and laughed when I saw
that the chocolate cock was now missing the head.

"Sorry, Son. It was between keeping my cock hard or keeping the chocolate
cold, and you can see which won out."

"Maybe I can help you with that," I said, reaching between his legs and
tweaking his ass pucker with my middle finger.

"Oh yeah, Davey, that feels good," Dad sighed. I looked up and saw him
pinching his nipples. I pressed my finger forward, and it eventually
slipped into Dad's ass. "Ungh," he grunted, but there was no doubt that he
was enjoying it, since his cockhead soon emerged from the chocolate tunnel.

"Told you," I said as I leaned in to lick Dad's real cockhead, giving his
piss slit a deep probe with my tongue. I broke off some of the chocolate
shaft and let it melt in my mouth so I could use it, along with my saliva,
to get Dad's cock good and slick and sweet.

"Ouch!" Dad yelled when I went lower and tried to break off the chocolate
that covered his ball.

"What?" I asked with surprise.

"It's set up with my ball hairs in the chocolate," he clarified.

"No problem," I said, leaning in and sucking on those chocolate balls. In
no time, they were melting in my mouth and Dad's real balls were swinging
free with only a smooth chocolate covering.

"That's better," he sighed as I continued to lick his balls clean.

"Is this thing cream-filled or what?" I asked with a grin on my
chocolate-smeared face.

"You know it is," Dad said, lifting me to my feet. "Come on." Dad took me
by the hand and led me out of the kitchen. I would have followed him
anywhere at that moment, but we ended up in my bedroom.

I was stunned. He had soft romantic music playing on my stereo. He had rose
petals scattered all over my floor and my bed. And on my dresser were a
huge bowl of strawberries, a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup, a can of
spray cream topping, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses.

"I think you're old enough for some champagne," Dad said, "at home anyway."
He picked up the bottle and applied his thumbs strategically. The cork gave
in no time with a loud pop and flew across the room. Champagne started
gushing and Dad tried to direct it into the glasses.

"I hope you don't pop that fast," I laughed, taking the glass he offered
me.

"No worries there," he said. "To my special valentine," he added, raising
his glass.

"And to my very special valentine," I said, raising my own glass.

I only got a few sips of the champagne before Dad took the glasses and put
them back on the dresser. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and
pulled me in close so our hard cocks were pressed against each other. "I
love you, Davey," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Dad," I replied, leaning forward to feel the sensation of
his lips on mine, the pressure of his tongue driving forward, the urgency
of his hands holding my head tight as we kissed like we'd never kissed
before. By the time we separated, I was gasping for breath. "Any more of
that, and I'll be the one popping too quickly," I laughed.

"We can't have that," Dad said, stepping back and leading me over to my
bed. "Lie down," he ordered.

"Whatever you want," I said, and I meant it. I spread out naked on the bed
and stretched seductively as Dad walked over to the dresser. I even flexed
my muscles to make my cock bounce and slap against my stomach.

Dad returned first with the cream topping. He aimed it at my bouncing cock
and the can began to erupt like a cock spraying cum all over my
crotch. Once my cock and balls were all covered, Dad sprayed another
helping into my bellybutton, and then he covered my nipples. "Open wide,"
he said, and I opened my mouth to be filled with cream, even though it
wasn't the kind of cream I really wanted. Dad put the can on the nightstand
and then leaned in for another kiss. "Mmm," he sighed, taking some of the
cream to eat himself, "but not as sweet as yours."

Dad got up, went to the dresser, and returned with the bowl of
strawberries. He planted one on top of each of my cream-covered balls, one
on top of the cream in my bellybutton, and one on each of my nipples. He
picked up another strawberry and bit into it before leaning over me. I bit
into the other side of the strawberry and then we ate it until there was
nothing left for us to share but saliva, which we did in another urgent
kiss. Dad then stepped back, picked up a handful of strawberries, and began
to squeeze them into pulp that dripped all over my body. As each drop hit
my skin, my cock flexed in ecstasy.

"Mom will kill us if we get this stuff all over the sheets," I laughed.

"Why do you think we're doing this in your room and not ours?" Dad grinned
and placed the bowl of remaining strawberries on the nightstand. "She's
less likely to notice if we have to buy you new sheets. And now, to top it
all off..." Dad retrieved the bottle of chocolate syrup and returned to my
bedside. He seductively drizzled the chocolate first on the strawberries on
my balls, then along my cock, over the strawberry in my bellybutton, and up
to the strawberries on my nipples. I expected him to fill my mouth with
chocolate as he did with the cream, but instead, he tilted his head back
and squeezed a huge amount of chocolate syrup into his own mouth before
putting the bottle on the nightstand.

Dad leaned forward so our lips met in another kiss, but this time it was my
tongue that couldn't be controlled as it tried to force its way into his
mouth in search of a reward. After eating the chocolate that had covered
Dad's cock, I wanted more. Much more. My frantic tongue searched for
chocolate syrup as it explored Dad's mouth. My tongue dragged across his
teeth, felt the taste buds on his tongue, and even probed around his gums
for hidden deposits of chocolate syrup. Finally, Dad pulled back and said,
"Now, it's my turn. I've never had such a delicious looking sundae."

I lifted my head so I could see Dad's wonderfully naked body as he climbed
on my bed, got between my legs, and spread them wide. The feel of his hands
gripping my thighs sent ripples through my nerves, and my cock bounced
uncontrollable--slapping up and down in a pool of chocolate syrup.

"Easy there, Son," Dad laughed. "I haven't even started yet."

"I can't stand it," I groaned, and I slammed my head back into the pillow
at the first sensation of Dad's tongue licking my balls and the cream that
covered them. He slurped away noisily and took each ball into his mouth in
turn to suck it clean. I felt strawberries dripping on me again as he took
the ones from my balls and squeezed the pulp onto my stomach. I reached
down to smear the strawberry pulp and chocolate syrup all over my stomach,
being careful not to disturb the rest of his treats.

From my balls, Dad moved up and licked the chocolate syrup along the ridge
of my cock. When his mouth reached the tip of my dick, he quickly swallowed
my cock and bobbed his head up and down with his lips clamped tightly
around my shaft. Once he'd sucked my cock clean, he continued to move up my
body, licking my bellybutton clean before squeezing that strawberry onto my
body. He then proceeded to my nipples, giving each a tentative and
excruciatingly pleasurable nibble when all the treats were devoured and the
strawberries had been squeezed onto my throat. I let out a continual string
of moans and sighs as my body tried to process all of the pleasure he was
giving me.

As Dad moved higher, our bodies glided against each other because of all
the strawberry juice and chocolate syrup. I ran my hands along Dad's sides
and across his back, holding him close to me and covering his body with the
sticky liquids as well. I gently began to grind my slippery cock against
his rigid cock as Dad began to suck the strawberry juice from my neck.

"You're delicious," Dad whispered before giving me several quick kisses on
the lips.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad," I groaned. It wasn't a lie. Every nerve in my body
was on high alert and the feeling of his cock gliding back and forth along
mine was driving me crazy.

"Not yet, you don't," Dad ordered as he quickly sprang onto his hands and
knees to eliminate the body contact. He remained motionless while I panted
rapidly to try to bring my body back under control. When I heaved a huge
sigh of relief, Dad knew I had succeeded, even if it was only
temporary. "That's a good boy," Dad praised.

"It's not easy with a daddy like you," I sighed.

"Thanks, Son," Dad said as he leaned over to my nightstand to retrieve
something. When he sat back between my legs, I saw that he was holding a
tube of lube. "Chocolate flavored," he said with a grin.

"Then give me some of that chocolate filling," I laughed. I tried to remain
as relaxed as possible while Dad went to work, first lubing up his own
rock-hard cock and then using his fingers to lube up my ass. Just the
feeling of his fingers in my ass nearly drove me back over the edge. As he
pulled them out, I said, "I don't know how long I can last, Dad."

"Don't you worry about it," he said. "You can cum whenever you need
to. Just make sure it's all over these," he added, picking up the bowl of
remaining strawberries from the nightstand.

"Yes, sir," I agreed, taking the bowl and putting it on the bed beside me.

"Now, relax," Dad ordered as he lifted my legs until my calves were resting
on his shoulders. He then positioned his hard cock at my asshole. My pucker
was so sensitive at that point that just the slightest touch from Dad's
cock sent it quivering and my breathing turning into rapid panting. "Easy,
Davey, easy. Relax," Dad soothed as he gently pushed forward and his cock
head popped into my well-lubed ass.

"OH FUCK, DADDY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" I screamed, clutching frantically
for the bowl of strawberries with one hand and my cock with the other.

"Let it go, Davey!" Dad ordered as he continued to drive his cock all the
way up my ass.

"I'M CUMMING, DAD," I yelled. "I'M CUMMING!" My ass started flexing wildly
as Dad began to fuck me quickly. I thrust my hips forward to drive my cock
through my clutching fist, and my cum began to splatter all over the
strawberries.

"That's it, Davey," Dad praised. "Coat those strawberries with your
delicious cream." At the same time, he continued to fuck my ass fast and
furiously. His cock burrowed as deep as it could before pulling back out to
be thrust back in. His balls slapped noisily against my ass. I shot load
after load after load all over those strawberries before my cock resorted
to just drooling the remaining cum.

"Sorry, Dad," I said sheepishly as my body began to relax and recover.

"Don't ever be sorry about cumming, Son. Just enjoy it. I know I will."

"Fuck me, Dad. Don't stop. I want to make you happy."

"You do, Davey. Definitely. I love fucking you, Son. I love you."

"Then fill me with your daddy cream," I said, clamping my ass tight on his
thrusting cock.

"Oh shit, Son," Dad moaned as he continued thrusting his frenzied cock into
and out of my asshole.

"You know you want to shoot your cum up your son's ass," I egged him
on. "You dirty perv," I added with a laugh.

"Says the boy begging his daddy to fill him with cum," Dad laughed. "Oh,
Davey. Davey. Davey. SHIT! Give me the strawberries!" Dad ordered as he
pulled his cock quickly out of my ass and began jerking it with a frantic
motion.

"Oh yeah, Dad, add your cream to mine," I said, grabbing the bowl of
strawberries and holding it at an angle in front of his bobbing cock.

"I'M CUMMING, DAVEY. YOUR OLD MAN'S CUMMING JUST FOR YOU!" And with that,
the first load of cum erupted from Dad's cock and splattered all over the
strawberries. Dad groan and shuddered as he released an additional shot
after shot after shot of cum. By the time he was finished, it looked like
the strawberries had a thick white glaze all over them.

"Damn, Dad, that was impressive," I laughed as he collapsed on the bed
beside me.

"I've been so fucking horny all day planning this whole thing. It took all
my willpower not to jack off a dozen times," he laughed.

"Strawberry?" I asked, holding the bowl up for him.

"Don't mind if I do," he said picking up a large ripe strawberry covered in
cum. I watched silently as he sucked the strawberry clean and then ate the
berry in two bites. "Mmmmm, best strawberries and cream I've ever had."

"I'll be the judge of that," I said picking up a cum-covered strawberry of
my own. Rather than sucking off the cum, I just bit in and chewed away,
mixing the cum and the berry flavor thoroughly. "You weren't kidding," I
said, licking my lips to make sure I didn't waste any of that delicious
cum.

"How about a little chocolate?" Dad asked, grabbing the chocolate syrup
from the nightstand and squirting it all over the strawberries to make a
delicious-looking brown-and-white swirl of chocolate and cum.

"Just don't you be adding any of that fake cream," I said seriously,
picking up a strawberry and feeding it to my dad. He nibbled the berry and
savored the chocolate and cum all the way down to my fingers, and then he
licked my fingers clean.

By the time we'd finished eating the strawberries and licked the bowl clean
of every drop of chocolate and cum, we were ready to go again. And before
we were finished fucking and sucking, both the cream can and the chocolate
syrup bottle were empty.

*****

"I think we've had enough dessert," Dad laughed as he sat back from licking
the latest application of chocolate lube off of my ass.

"Never," I objected, trying to wrap my legs around him and pull him back
toward me so I could feel his cock pressing against my flesh again.

"Well, I think we'd better have some dinner to go with dessert," he said as
he maneuvered out of my leg grip and sat up on the edge of my bed. "And
we'll be late for the reservation if you don't get that sticky body of
yours showered quickly." With that, Dad slapped my hip and left the room.

I was a little disappointed, but I had to admit that in spite of all the
strawberries, chocolate, cream, and cum that I'd eaten, I was feeling a bit
hungry for something more substantial.

*****

When Dad and I walked into the restaurant about an hour later, the first
thing I saw was Larry and his dad sitting at a table for four. Larry saw me
at almost the same instant and waved for us to join them.

"We were beginning to think you weren't going to make it," Larry's dad said
as my dad and I sat down.

"Yeah, what kept you?" Larry asked.

"Davey insisted on a few extra helpings of Valentine's Day dessert first,"
Dad replied with a smile.

"So did I," Larry laughed, "and we still made it here on time."

"I guess I'm just a faster server," Larry's dad joked.

"And I guess you'll just have to come back to our place after dinner and
show me exactly how fast you serve your dessert," I said seriously.

"Only if your dad shows me how he serves his dessert," Larry replied.

"I think that sounds like a good plan, Larry," Dad said.

"Definitely," Larry's dad confirmed.

*****

Although the four of us probably ate that dinner in record time, since we
were all so horny and wanted to get home as fast as possible, I can
guarantee that we all left room for more father-son desserts. In fact, we
all finished up that Valentine's Day as a happy fucking foursome, but there
was no question that Dad was definitely my own very special valentine.

Of course, Mom still wonders why Dad and I always get the giggles whenever
she serves strawberries and cream for dessert.



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