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— 2026 —

 

COOPER:

    I spent almost an hour shoveling fifteen inches of snow in front of my house, only to sit down by the fire in the living room, check my phone, and see an email message that felt like it was mocking me.

    "Do you have your bathing suit ready?" the subject said, followed by an image of a young straight couple sitting in a luxurious-looking pool on a sunny day. It was an ad from an airline promoting their flights to the Caribbean, the Southwest, and other warmer destinations. That's when I realized: this was the same airline that my dad and I used to fly to Las Vegas last winter. I deleted the email and opened my Photos app, quickly finding an album of photos my father and I took during our trip. They were all perfectly normal vacation photos – which failed to document the fact that Dad and I had some very sex fun while in Vegas.

    Unfortunately, none of that fun continued once we returned to Wisconsin. We were both busy with work, so we didn't see one another for a few weeks. Then when we did see each other, it was at my niece's birthday party so there was no funny business. I tried to flirt with Dad over text, but it always felt like he shot me down politely. Flirting was hard enough already; how could I do it with my own father? Everything seemed so much easier when we shared a hotel room in Vegas, almost as if it was some alternate universe where it was perfectly okay for us to jerk off together and for me to get fucked by Dad.

    Almost a full year passed, and I only saw my dad at family functions. Now, swiping through our photos, I decided to call him. But what do I say? Just as I was hatching a plan, as if he knew I was thinking about him, my father texted me out of the blue.

    "Free to talk?" his message read.

    "Sure," I replied, and got a phone call from him. 

    We exchanged greetings and got into a customary conversation about the snowfall. Then, Dad pivoted by asking if I had plans two weeks from now.

    "Not really," I said. "Why?"

    "Perfect, cuz I've got a surprise for you. Pack your bags, we're going to Tampa."

    My jaw dropped. This was completely unexpected! Dad explained that he booked the tickets months ago, but he waited to surprise me. Well, he sure as hell succeeded at that. He wanted us to "relax and reconnect," in his own words. Thrilled by the news, it wasn't until I hung up the phone that I realized… two weeks from now was Valentine's Day weekend.

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    Dad and I landed in Florida on Friday evening. We went straight to dinner, where I finally asked the question: "What made you book this trip?"

    "Well, you paid for last year's trip to Vegas," Dad noted, "so it felt like it was my turn. Plus, remember when I said we should make this an annual thing? A father-son tradition."

    I took a sip of wine, wondering what this tradition would entail. Did Dad just want to take trips together, or was he also referring to our Vegas sexcapades? For now, I decided to just go with the flow and see where this weekend might take us.

    After dinner, we took a cab to the hotel and decided to have an early night so we could get up early in the morning. I was disappointed to see that, unlike last year, our hotel room had two beds this time around. I took a shower and came out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. My father showered next, so I put on a pair of boxer briefs and lay down in one of the beds.

    When Dad came out of the bathroom, he was stark nude, much to my pleasure. The fact that he didn't hide his nudity from me was a very promising sign. But then, something even better happened: Dad slipped into bed with me.

    "Wanna watch some TV before sleep?" he asked nonchalantly.

    "Uhh, sure," I said, adding, "Are we gonna sleep in the same bed?"

    "Yeah. They only had rooms with two beds, but that doesn't mean we can't share. Unless… you have a problem with that?"

    "No. No problem," I replied giddily. In my mind, that settled it once and for all: Dad was definitely open to some sexy fun.

    He turned the TV on and started flicking through the channels. While my dad was distracted with that, I discreetly took my underwear off under the covers. I figured if he was going to sleep naked, I might as well do the same thing. When he found something random to watch, I absentmindedly started playing with my cock until it was hard, reminiscing about last year when Dad fucked me in Vegas. That memory still made for frequent spank bank material, and I wondered if my father ever thought about it, too.

    "Are you pulling on your pecker?" Dad asked, noticing the movement under the covers and making me chuckle. 

    "Yes," I admitted, eagerly awaiting his reaction. To my surprise, it was even better than I anticipated.

    "How about you pull on this instead?" my father said, kicking the covers off to reveal a rock-hard boner that looked nearly identical to mine.

    I smiled, thrilled that my wish was coming true so fast. I reached over to wrap my hand around the dick that made me, and even though it'd been a full year since this happened, it felt completely natural for me to be holding Dad's tool. My hand slid up and down, coating Dad's cockhead with precum that he provided. I licked it off my fingers a few times, which only made me hungry for more. I bent down… and took Dad's tool into my mouth, desperate to feel his erection throbbing against my tongue.

    While sucking my father's cock and swallowing his juices, I repositioned so I was kneeling in between his thighs. I kept bobbing my head up and down, deepthroating him and making his moan, which was like music to my ears. My own dick was throbbing as I buried my nose in his bushy pubes, inhaling his masculine musk. My hands worked his hefty balls and massaged his taint. I even managed to find Dad's hole and I teased him a bit with my fingers. Fuck, this was amazing. Why did we wait a full year to make it happen? We needed to have a conversation about that soon. But for now, all I wanted to do was feel my father inside of me. Luckily, he was thinking along those same lines.

    "Let me get some lube," Dad suggested in a sultry voice.

    I pulled my head up so fast that I almost sprained my neck. While Dad got up to search through his bag for some lube, I hurriedly hopped into position on all fours. A squirting sound from the bottle of lube was followed by a squelching noise as Dad rubbed it onto his hard dick. I was practically bouncing in anticipation but relaxed when I felt the tip of his cock poking at my hole, with Dad's hands resting on my hips.

    "You ready, son?"

    "Hell yes! Fuck me with your big dick, Daddy!"

    I grunted as my father started to drive his dick inside me, slowly yet forcefully. My body adjusted to the intrusion with ease, my hole stretching to accommodate his girthy shaft perfectly. I moaned into the pillow, finally feeling fulfilled now that I had Dad's dick where it belonged – right up my ass. God damn, I needed this.

    My father stood behind me at the end of the bed, pushing his was inward very slowly. I needed more, though, so I started shaking my hips until I could feel him against my prostate. I arched my back and bounced my asscheeks, fucking myself on his tool until I could feel his hefty nuts against my ass.

    "Fuck, my dick looks perfect in your hole, boy," Dad growled, beginning to thrust faster now that he could see how horny and desperate I was.

    "Right there. Balls-deep inside me. That's the spot, Dad!" I moaned, assuring him there was nothing I wanted more at this moment.

    Holding onto my hips more tightly, my father fully took over, fucking me hard and rough, splitting my hole in two. I'd had sex with about a dozen men over the past year, and although enjoyable, none of it came close to doing it with my Dad. He used long, deep, deliberate strokes, reminding my hole with every thrust that it belonged to him.

    Pushing me forward and further up the bed, Dad climbed onto the mattress. He used his entire body weight to force me flat on my stomach, all while keeping his dick buried inside me. The pressure of him on top of me was very comforting. He had one arm supporting his torso, while his other arm wrapped around my neck with my throat in the crook of his elbow. Still staying as deep inside me as possible, Dad flexed his bicep, slightly choking me.

    "Shhh," my father whispered in my ear, drawing my attention to the fact that people were walking in the hallway right outside our door. I did my best to control my moaning and grunting but it wasn't easy, especially when Dad – purposefully, it seemed – started to fuck me even harder and more aggressively. 

    Once the voices disappeared, we rolled over so my dad was lying on his back. I propped myself up on my hands and feet, slamming my hips up and down. My hard cock bounced wildly, spraying precum all over my father's torso. I twisted his nipples, eager to please him in every way imaginable. I did my best to clutch his dick with my sphincter, squeezing it as hard as possible.

    "I've missed this hole so fucking much," Dad grunted as he heaved my legs up against his chest and onto his shoulders, pushing me onto my back. "You ready for my load, son? Feels like your ass is begging for it."

    "Fuck yes, Dad! Breed me, please," I begged as he pounded into me.

    With a final grunt, Dad closed his eyes and started spouting off inside me like a firehose, flooding my guts with my brothers and sisters, almost like he hadn't cum since last year. I loved it and craved even more. My ankles slipped from his shoulders when he started to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around his waist.

    "Please, Daddy, keep fucking me. I'm so close," I begged. But to my disappointment, he pulled out.

    "I want to try something different," Dad said matter-of-factly.

    "Like what?" 

    "Slide back some."

    Still on my back, I did as he asked, moving closer to the headboard. Dad crawled toward me on the mattress, before suddenly reaching for my dick. He looked into my eyes and winked at me, before looking back down at my boner and leaning down to take me into his mouth.

    My whole body tensed as my father started to suck my cock for the first time in our lives. This was obviously new territory for him, but he was choosing to explore it with me, which made me feel honored and even hornier.

    "Am I doing this okay?" my father asked apprehensively, wiping spit off his chin. "It's my first time."

    "Cover your teeth with your lips, take a deep breath through your nose, and see how far you can go," I instructed. "If you start to gag, just pull back. Keep trying to go a bit deeper each time."

    Dad got back to it, trying again, this time following my suggestions. He was actually doing a pretty good job. Sure, he choked and gagged a few times, but that only made him more determined. Pretty soon he was getting the hang of it and I was finding myself struggling not to cum just yet. Although I was desperate to blow a load, I wanted to extend my dad's first experience as a cocksucker. I leaned back against the headboard and let him slobber all over my pole. He licked the precum off my piss slit before kissing my shaft up and down, all while holding my full nuts in his hand. He then put my entire dick in his mouth, trying his hardest to deepthroat me and managing to take about five or six of my seven inches.

    "Fuck Dad, that feels so fucking good," I groaned, loving the proud smile on his face. "You keep it up and I'm gonna blow."

    My father did just that. He even upped it by sliding his hand under my ass and shoving two thick fingers into my freshly-fucked hole. I held onto his head, moaning louder than ever while he churned his own cum in my ass. More people passed our door but I didn't care; this felt too good for me to keep quiet. I heard a few male voices snickering – I assumed it might be a small group of college-aged guys walking in the hallway. They probably thought I was in here getting my dick sucked by a girl. Little did they know I had my dick down my own father's throat. 

    "Fuck yeah, I'm cumming! Fuuuuuck yeah, swallow that load," I shouted, feeding my spunk to my dad, who managed to swallow all of it, despite the fact it was one of the largest loads I'd ever produced.

    I heard hollering and cheering from the group outside our door. Yeah man, feed that slut," a young man's voice said, followed by footsteps as the eavesdroppers walked off toward the elevator. 

    As my orgasm subsided, Dad let my softening dick slip from his mouth and he pulled his fingers out of me. They were covered in cum and he put them into my mouth, making me taste his jizz mixed with my ass juices. He then came to lie beside me, pulling me into a kiss so we could taste each other's loads in our mouths before finally falling asleep.