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COOPER:

    On Saturday night, my father and I went out for dinner, where we were once again surrounded by couples who were in town to celebrate Valentine's Day. This time the waitress, who was close to Dad's age, correctly guessed that we were father and son. Figuring out that my dad was single, she flirted with him for a bit, and he returned the attention. I almost felt a little jealous.

    "Ready to go back to the hotel?" Dad asked after we were finished with our dessert.

    "You sure you wanna go to the hotel with me?" I asked. "You don't wanna ask that waitress what time her shift is over?"

    "What for? We're leaving town tomorrow. Not like I'm gonna date her," Dad shrugged.

    "Still, you could have fun," I pointed out.

    "I can have fun without her," he replied with raised eyebrows. 

    I was VERY happy to hear that. Earlier in the day, I'd logged into a couple of hookup apps, mostly to see what kinda crowd there was in this city. I'd received a good number of messages (way more than I usually get back home), including from a couple of guys who I considered to be well out of my league. Still, I didn't reply to any of them. I was here with Dad, this was our Valentine's Day trip as a duo, and I didn't want to abandon him to go hook up with some guy that I'll never see again. I was glad to see my father extend the same courtesy to me.

    Back at the hotel, riding the elevator up to the 14th floor, we got to chatting with a young guy who was clearly gay. When we left the elevator, as soon as he was out of earshot, my father asked me, "Is that guy your type?"

    "I mean, he's cute. But I think I might start dating older guys," I said as we walked into our room.

    "How old?" Dad asked, kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt.

    "Like, your age," I smiled.

    "Nah, I'm too old."

    "No, you're not. You're a DILF," I insisted.

    "What's that?"

    "An attractive older man. A DILF. Stands for 'dad I'd like to… fuck.'"

    My father, down to his underwear now, looked at me and laughed.

    "I'm gonna go brush my teeth," he said. 

    I was taken aback by the abrupt change of topic, so I simply said, "Okay."

    I sat on the bed, still fully clothed, and turned on the television, which had a random romcom playing. The movie captured my attention, but only until my dad came out of the bathroom, completely nude… and sporting a full boner.

    We looked at each other, saying nothing – clothed son and naked dad. 

    "You were right," he said nonchalantly.

    "I was? Right about what?" I asked, confused and dickstracted.

    "This morning, when you said guys give better head. That was the best blowjob I've ever had," he responded, looking at me with pride.

    "Would... would you like another one? I offered shyly.

    Dad didn't reply verbally. Instead, he walked toward me and stood by the side of the bed. His dick was right in my face, throbbing teasingly. I licked my lips, staring at the penis that made me. When I finally looked up, Dad raised an eyebrow at me, as if questioning why I wasn't doing anything yet. That's when I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick, smearing his precum across my lips.

    Before I knew it, my father pushed his cock fully into my mouth. His hands came to the back of my head, pulling me close until I was completely deepthroating him. He let out a deep sigh that turned into a groan, as if all the cares in the world were gone now that his dick was lodged in my throat.

     When I tried to move my head, Dad held me steady. He was the one in charge, and I fucking loved this dominant side of him. Gradually, he started thrusting his hips harder, keeping a steady pace as he fucked my face. When my nose was buried in his bushy pubes, I took a big whiff and I was as happy as could be.

    "Mmm. I love this mouth, son," Dad growled, taking a step back. "But it's high time you took those clothes off."

    I obeyed my father and quickly shirked my clothes, including my underwear. I stood in front of him, face-to-face, our dicks rubbing together. He looked down at my meat and gave it a quick tug, smiling. I was surprised he touched my cock, even if briefly. Then, he spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. I naturally went on all fours, my ass exposed to him.

    "I thought you wanted a blowjob?" I said nervously, my heart racing.

    "What did you say I was?" Dad said as his hands started caressing my ass. "A 'dad I'd like to–'"

    "FUCK!!" I shouted as my father's dick suddenly started penetrating my asshole. I felt momentary pain, but the shock of my own father pushing his tool inside me erased it.

    "I've never fucked an ass before," Dad admitted, the tip of his dick resting just past my sphincter.

    "We need some lube. Please," I begged. "There's some in my bag."

    Dad nodded and pulled out. He walked to my bag, rummaging through the pockets until he found the bottle. While I waited on the bed, ass up in the air, my mind was whirling. I couldn't believe I was dumped by my boyfriend two weeks ago, and now I was about to get fucked by my own father! I was nervous, yet my dick was dripping with precum in anticipation. This was so dirty and pervy. Holy fuck!!

    When Dad turned back around, his dick was all shiny and lubed up. Now that I knew where it was going, it looked even more enticing than before. He stepped behind me once again and pushed into me a bit more gently than the first time. It went so much smoother. I relaxed my hole as my father sank his cock into me inch by inch. It might've been the kinkiness of it all or just the heat of the moment, but this felt like the best cock I'd ever taken.

    "Damn, son, I love how your ass can completely swallow my cock," Dad admired. "God damn, this feels good."

    I swelled with pride at his words, feeling more confident. Dad's dick felt like the perfect fit, buried deep inside my hole. My own tool leaked with precum, soiling the bed sheets. There was no more pain, just pleasure.

    "Well, what are you waiting for?" I said, turning my head to look at my father.

    He grinned and held onto my hips, pulling out just a few inches before driving back in. Feeling that motion against my prostate had me moaning louder than ever. When he saw that I liked it, Dad did it again. This time, he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in. I grunted as my dick shot out even more precum. "HARDER!" I shouted. I didn't want my father to just fuck me: I wanted him to pound me, to break my hole.

    Dad did what I asked. The grip on my waist became tighter and he repeated those forceful slams over and over again, going harder each time. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure. He may not have fucked an ass before, but he sure knew how to use that incredible dick of his.

    "That's right, Daddy. Fuck me," I whimpered. 

    Dad growled and started hammering me even faster, determination painted on his handsome face. He was bigger and thicker than my ex, but I was adapting to him. I noticed that Dad already had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his hairy chest was glistening. This was a side of my father unlike ANYTHING I'd ever seen from him before. His animal instinct had taken over – and I was loving every second of it!

    Then suddenly, he pulled out. Before I had a chance to protest, he flipped me onto my back. While holding both my legs up by the ankles, Dad expertly aimed his dick at my hole, sliding inside of me again. Within seconds, he was pounding away vehemently, our eyes never breaking contact.

    Now that we could look at one another, our fucking felt even more passionate. Dad's movement was assertive, pulling my hips to get me closer to the edge of the bed. I loved how he manhandled me, like I needed to be taught a lesson. His eyes studied my face for any sign of discomfort, but all I felt was immense pleasure.

    I reached down and started jerking myself off, completely turned on by the sight of my sexy, manly father fucking me. When he kissed the soles of my feet, I felt myself getting close.

    "Holy fuck, Dad. You feel so good. Keep going, you're gonna fuck a load out of me," I moaned.

    "Yeah? You want me to cum in you?" Dad growled.

    "Yes! Fucking breed me!"

    My father held my legs tightly to his furry chest, nearly lifting most of my body off the bed. I kept jerking off, sending precum spraying everywhere. With a loud grunt, I felt it: my own father shooting his load inside me. Knowing that my dad was breeding me, feeling his cum inside me, sent me over the edge. I shot my load like a volcano, spraying my chest with jizz. 

    Dad gradually slowed to a stop and gently lowered my legs. Then, he picked me up by the shoulders and pulled me into a tight embrace, unbothered by my cum which was all over my torso. He kissed me, and invited me to take a shower together. As we cleaned each other off, Dad smiled and said, "You know, son, I think this might be the start of a new tradition. Valentine's Day with dad."