Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2017 05:13:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck Subject: How the Four of Us Got into Dick - Part 2 This is a prequel to my earlier story, "Two Buds Cum Out to Dads about four best friends -- 2 college guys and their 2 dads -- exploring each other's sexuality. Use Nifty's search page to search it under its title or my name. This is fictional -- and it is porn -- if you're offended or it's illegal, don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy it in EVERY way possible. Nifty operates free for us only because people donate to keep it running. Help keep our (and your) stuff flowing. Donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Have feedback? Great! It turns me on writing these stories and knowing that others may (or may not) enjoy reading them. Email: chuck8018@yahoo.com All work is owned by me, the author, and may not be used without my consent. Copyright 2017 *** How the Four of Us Got into Dick - Part 2 *** Dad pulled the SUV to the side of the road so he and CS could piss and switch driving. Zak and I stayed in the back seat, both too boned ta bother with tryn ta take a piss, joking and tussling a bit while our hands continued to tease each other's cocks through our jeans. As CS headed the SUV back onto the highway our two dads continued to reminisce about when they had spent a winter rooming with two other guys in Whistler skiing, drinking, stoning, and screwing around. Dad began: "There was only one thing good about that apartment. Downstairs, next to the entrance, was a large room that we shared with the downstairs apartment. It had lots of room to store, maintain, and dry all our ski gear and it had a washer and dryer. Three chicks shared the downstairs apartment." Both of our dads began laughing when CS interjected: "Remember how Doobie was always hoping to hook up with them? He'd save up his laundry til everything he owned needed washing, then carry it down to the washer nude, hoping he'd run into the chicks. He did succeed in getting caught by them once. They just laughed, teased him about the size of his dick, and told him he needed ta get to the bars and find a stoner chick who was extremely hard up. When he came back up to our place we teased him more and reminded him that the rumor about the chicks was that they were three lesbians and wouldn't be interested in his junk. It was the last time he went down there nude." CS continued: "We both skied with Carol and Sharon from down there quite a lot ... damn they were hot skiers ... they didn't get into alpine touring and winter camping in the backcountry with the guys, but they could hang with the best on the steeps. I ran into them around town and in the bars often. We sorta started hanging together, then Carol and I began hittn on each other ... she ended up in my bed one night. Unfortunately ur knucklehead dad and both other of our roomies were already in their bunks sleeping when we got in, but we still climbed into bed and started getting it on. I was surprised how she wasn't bothered at all about the other guys bein there." Dad interrupted with a strangely shy laugh. "I sure as fuck minded. The way the bunks were tight together in their L-shape your feet were within one foot of mine. And there was just enough moonlight coming through the window that I couldn't help but stare at her head going down on you. I was strokn my bone good under the sheets. My bed musta been squeaking a bit `cause she looked over and caught me. That's when she whispered to you just loud enough for me to hear `We're not bein fair to ur bud ... invite him over.' Shit, if I could hear that the other two could too. I didn't know how to react ... my bone sorta caught between being ruined limp and bein turned on hard as fuck." CS laughed and said: "Almost ruined my bone too, and I dint know what the fuck to do, but the idea turned me on. Damn, like most guys I'd always wanted to do a threeway ... but I had always figured it would be hard ta get a chick to go for it ... and here she was suggesting it ... no way in hell would I turn that down no matter what the audience might be like. I just asked her `Ur sure about that?' Either she took that as assent, or she just kept pushing. Either way, that's when she slid over to ur bunk." Zak and I were eagerly listening, both turned on by our dads' story. The light from the headlights of the car behind us showed that dad was leaning back in his seat, his legs taut and pressed out and slightly spread, hips pressing up, in that familiar male-pride pose where a dude is reveling in his own sexuality. "Man, I was shocked when she went down on me, and I wasn't sure how you'd take it. It didn't take long for her to get me rock hard ... damn ... she sure knew how to work her mouth together with her hand. Then she pulled me over to your bed." CS chuckled and resumed the story: "I was more turned on than I dared show when she pulled your bod next to mine. I knew the other guys were listening and I could hear good ole Squeak's bed squeaking. I knew that their teasing would be non-stop. But damn, it felt so good having our arms around each others shoulders, hips tight together, feeling each other's muscles getn taut while she rubbed our cocks together and alternated suckn on them. Damn she was good. "But shit, then she said `Now it's ur turn' and sat back on her haunches. I was a confused til she said, purposely loud enough for the other guys to easily hear, `I wanna watch you two suck each other off." The room got so fukn silent. "We sorta shifted a bit away from each other ... our eyes caught ... our expressions were a mix of surprise, macho defensiveness, and questioning as if we each wanted to check if the other was down for it before we each admitted bein turned on by the idea. Dad interjected: "The whole room was stone quiet until Doobie shouted down `You cocksucker ... afraid of doin it? If she can do it, and if Squeak does it, you suckers fuckn can.' Damn, one thing I always knew about CS, don't dare him unless you expect to follow through. CS didn't give me a choice ... he reached over, grabbed my dick, and started suckn as well as if he had sucked cock dozens of times. Damn. If I didn't know him better I'd say he was an old hand at it." CS reached across and slugged my dad in the shoulder and said "You bet I knew how to suck. I'd been sucked by more chicks than you'd ever done anything with and I knew exactly what felt good. And I noticed that even with the Doobie and Squeak razzing us and mak'n wise-ass comments the whole time you kept getting harder more turned on and your hips were pumping like you really wanted it." Dad interrupted: "Well, fuck, it felt good ... it got me so fukn turned on. I don't know if it was because I was so horned up from being in the bunk next to you while you got it on, or because of your sucking, or because my dick was bonding with my best friend ... it took everything to totally new levels." After a long pause he continued "When I said I was gona cum I thought you'd pull off. I was surprised when instead you deep throated it and swallowed it all. Damn. Shooting into my best friend's throat for the first time, fuck, I musta shot twice load than I ever had before ... surprised it didn't gag you. Remember how Doobie and Squeak let out some whoops and applauded then laughed and started jokn and teasn? Damn." Dad turned around to say to Zak "After that the guys nicknamed your dad Cocksucker -- it used to piss him off, he started a few fist fights over it ... won `em too. Eventually ... for self-protection if nothing else ... we all shortened it to CS. That stuck -- everyone's called him that since." But then dad noticed what Zak and I were doin in the back seat, and added "Keep'n up ur old man's tradition, eh?" Zak and I had each been absent-mindedly rubbing our fingers on top of our jeans. We had gradually boned up as we pictured our dads and their roomies in Whistler. Eventually I had unzipped and began lightly fingering my hardening bone ... I had noticed that Zak was doin that too. Before long Zak's hand was unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning the button, and pulling back the flies. He tucked the waistband of my boxers under my balls ... a finger worked its way towards my ass ... I spread and stiffened my legs to raise my butt slightly off the seat ... his thumb hooked around the base of my shaft, pressing hard, forcing my bone straight up. Zak' other arm reached across his bod and began using the web between his thumb and forefinger to stroke my cockheads rim. The reach twisted his bod towards me ... our noses were almost touching ... we could feel each other's breath ... life-long best buds ... totally connected ... our thoughts and what we were feeling intermingling inside each other's heads ... totally knowing each other ... totally welded together. Damn, two weeks ago at the start of this ski trip we had been worried about how we were going to find any private time to have sex away from our dads, and how we could come out to them, and how they would take it. Damn. All of our lives the four of us had been like best buds, and Zak and I had been so fukn afraid our coming out would fuck things up. And now here we were ... doing head in front of our dads ... err ... behind them in the back seat ... listening to how our dads had first gotten it on. When our dads started talking about CS's cocksucking Zak wasn't going to be outdone by his dad. He leaned over and slid his lips over my shaft, pumping it deep into his mouth repeatedly. After getting me totally turned on and my hips pumping he pulled part way off so his lips could concentrate just on the very head while his hand lightly flicked along the shaft to graze the heads rim, paused, and flicked again, paused, and again and again. Listening to our dads' stories followed by the ensuing silence, surrounded by darkness of the car and hearing only road noise and the sound of each other's breathing, the bond between the four of us was so fukn tight. Zak's hand tightened to form a full handed grip pressed tight against his lips. His mouth and hand stroked as one unit, slowly picking up speed. Dad turned around and put his hand on the back of Zak's head ... I don't know whether Zak's head, or dad's hand, or both were controlling the tempo and strength of the rhythm ... my breathing was louder and coming in gulps ... my bod tightened ... it was whelming up ... I could feel the cum surging up... and then the fukn bastard pulled his mouth and hand away ... my cock was frozen rigid ... and then it began its inevitable jerks, getting stronger ... but it just dribbled some cum ... damn ... it was stiff ... it fuckn needed more ... humping my hips didn't help ... then dad's hand started strokn with full-fisted grip, hard and fast ... almost there ... whelming up again ... and then fuckn dad stopped too ... my cock was almost splitting from being so rigid ... then it began those jerks again, building quick ... they exploded pulse after pulse of my seed, massive shots creaming the black quarter-zip fleece I was wearing. Ah man. I was drained. My breathing took awhile to subside while my bod relaxed. All 4 of us were silent, bonded in that male appreciation and understanding of orgasm. After a few minutes I tried to wipe the cum off of my fleece with an old handkerchief, but it just smeared the cum into a shinny mess. I broke the silence: "Zak, you shoulda swallowed like ur dad. Look at the fukn mess you made." We all laughed. Just about then Zak's dad pulled the SUV into a truck stop. He said: "We need ta gas up. And let's go in for a coffee and bite." Damn. The mess on my shirt glistened as we walked in and I was hoping the smell of fresh cum wouldn't be noticed ... I tried my best to ignore it and hide it. When we were seated and right before I was going to sneak into the restroom to clean up Zak, being let-it-all-hang-out Zak, said to the waitress, who was standing right next to me ... (I hoped she didn't smell the cum on me) "Could you bring us a towel and some water. My bud has messed himself." I blushed. She did too. I told her not to mind Zak, he was razzing me because I'd spilled some milk, and asked her where the restroom was. As she pointed me to the restroom she said "You have to learn to be careful with ... uhhh ... your milk." I kept blushing every time she stopped by our table ... and she seemed to stop by our table more often than the other tables. I was relieved when we finally finished and headed back out to the SUV. When we were back in the car I let a bit of my embarrassment out on Zak: "You fuckn asshole. And began tussling with him in the back seat." Zak's dad turned around and said "At least you won't have to see her again. I had to live with the buds calling me cocksucker." That started Zak teasn his dad too ... he always pushes the limits: "So, Cocksucker. How was it getn it on with mom in front of 3 other guys, and sukn ur bud in front of em? I'll have ta ask her how it was for her."