Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 08:50:00 -0800 (PST) From: Hot for Dads 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. [Hope you enjoyed this holiday celebration. Always play SAFE in the real world, and don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.] For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.