Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 05:33:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck Subject: 2 Buds Cum Out to Dads - Part 15 - The Trip Ends Nifty operates free for us only because there's people donate to keep it running. Donations to Nifty would be much appreciated. Donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. I really like your feedback ... it gets me off knowing that it gets you off ... and it helps improve future stories. chuck8018@yahoo.com Copyright 2016 * * * * Two Buds Cum Out to Dads - Part 15 - The Trip Ends * * * * It was very late the next morning before our four bods started sleepily stirring in the bed. God damn. Two weeks of hard skiing, the hardon nights, and last night's hard drive had taken a lot more out of us than just our cum. We had needed the sleep. I took a very quick shower to wash some of the cum off of me and sprinted to the corner store to buy some things for brunch. When I got back from the store Zak was nude and our dads were in yesterday's cum-stained boxer briefs rummaging through the pile of our bags, trying to find some clean clothes. Zak stumbled on the two prostate vibrators that our buds had put in our gear as a joke at that sendoff party for this "ski and out trip." We all laughed when I explained that they had thought they'd put them where our dads would find them and embarrass the fuck out of us ... and that when I found the Rude Boys while loading the SUV at the last minute, I'd hidden them ... all of this before we had found out that our dads were down with being inta dick. About then the coffee was done, so we sat around the kitchen table as we were, eating breakfast. Zak described how, at the send-off party, our buds and Liz had tied us spreadeagle on Zak's pullup bar facing each other and milked our prostates with the vibrators, our cocks drooling on each other. Talking about what we had all done that night got all of our bones raging. Zak and I had a few hours before we needed to leave to meet up with Liz and June. Fuck. Who wants to spend the time unpacking when there are better things to do? And we needed to find something to keep our dads busy while we were gone. We all ended up back on Zak's bed. Our dads layed down on the bed; I was next to them. Zak gave a little jump and grabbed the pullup bar at the end of the bed and started to do some slow pullups ... he was a master at that ... He could easily do 50 in a set. I think he was getting off facing our dads with a full blown hardon pointing straight at us, doing his pullups above our feet ... slowly up, slowly down, slowly up, slowly down ... strutting his muscles, strutting his thickening pits and bod hair, strutting his manliness. Damn I loved when he did that. We both prided ourselves on the shape we kept each other in ... our frequent workouts and our frequent sex had blurred and mingled over time ... our workouts were rarely purely workouts. I looked over at dad ... his hand had slipped inside his boxer briefs, kneading himself as he watched his best bud's son ... up .. down .. up .. down. The quiet tension in the room became awkward ... Zak sure as fuck knew how to push our comfort zone. At last he broke the silence: "Well, how do you like our digs?" as he swung his feet onto the bed, landing with knees and arms on both sides of me. I wondered how Dad would respond to his question ... I knew the house in San Mateo and the offices and the financial circles that were his current milieu. But I also knew his wild and rough and tumble side that had formed me, and maybe Zak. I looked around our room: clothes and towels mixed together on the worn carpet floor and the old door knobs. A cracked window. Weights. A partly disassembled bike on one side. After a pause Dad said "Not bad." I wasn't sure whether he was referring to Zak's bod, to Zak's acrobatics, or to our digs in answer to Zak. He turned to his best bud as he said to Zak "Your dad and I had some of our best times in worse dumps than this" ... he pulled his hand out of his boxer briefs and shoved it under Zak's dad's waistband. Zak's dad reacted by grabbing his arm, pulling him on top of him, and pulling down dad's boxer briefs. In no time they were naked, playfully wrestling each other, pressing rock hard cocks against each others' bods. As soon as Zak had landed on me he and I had started roughhousing, enjoying the feel of each other's bones. It was only a queen sized bed, so shortly the two pairs of us were bumping each other, joking and teasing, laughing, playfully pushing each other off the bed. Our bones had shrunk and the sexual tension completely dissipated. Eventually we calmed down and layed back on the bed, tight against each other, arms around our shoulders, just absorbing our mutual bond. Four best friends. Eventually I started getting rambunctious. I challenged dad -- we'd both hold a pullup at half height, side by side, seeing who could how it the longest. As soon as he agreed Zak changed the rules, as I had hoped. Zak would suck my cock as long as I held the pullup, his dad would suck my dad's. Whenever the guy dropped from their pullup they'd have to switch off with their partner and keep changing off til one of em came. The first pair to cum would win. Game on. All of us were using every trick we knew to make our partner cum: both hands in addition to our mouths, massaging the balls, fingering the prostate, pumping the cock with tight full fisted grips or with fingers lightly sensitizing the shaft's skin, lips concentrating on the head's rim or plunging ball deep, or tongue working the cum lips. Dad and Zak's dad weren't able to hold their pullups as long as Zak and me, so they had shorter periods of sucking each other. Zak and I held our pullups longer, so we had longer periods. On about the third time that I was doing the half-pullup is started getting intense. My muscles tightened, intensifying their burn ... my chest was heaving as pumped air in and out ... I looked over at our dads, Zak's dad was pumping my dad as hard as one can pump. My legs weren't dangling anymore; their muscles were tightly twisting them ... ahm ... mmm ... mmmm ... A guttural "ah"!!!!!!!!!!!!! We won! A bit later in the afternoon Zak and I told our dads we'd be back in an hour or two ... that we had to meet with Liz and June. We showed them where our lube was and where our ties were to tie each other spreadeagle on our bars if they wanted. We left the rude boy on top of the bed. As we left, Zak's dad was beginning to tie dad spreadeagle to the bar. When we got to Liz's place her roomie June was there too. "Your text to Zak yesterday said you needed to talk with us ... it sounded urgent ... and we have some big news to share with you." Zak and I were apprehensive. We'd both had some unwrapped sex with both of them. Were they pregnant? Did they have STDs? Liz started. "You know how over the past year June and I have been real close ... as close as you two. Well, we've decided to get married. We thought you should be the first to know." Zak and I were a bit, but not overly, surprised. When we'd fucked around with them they'd been as interested in getting it on with each other as with us. We excitedly blurted out our news. "Fuckn A. And we have big news for you, too. We got engaged while on our trip. We're getting married in a couple of months." Zak's and my bones started raging while the four of us hugged. We spent the next hour talking about their decision ... ... and we told them about our trip ... about how we stumbled upon our dads fucking ... and how that had sure as shit made it easier to come out to them ... about some of the sex we'd had on the trip ... about meeting Don, Rick, and JO ... about how Zak had been almost killed in the avalanche ... and how that had made us realize that we wanted to be together forever. We even told them about how we found out that Zak and I might even be brothers ... how either of us could have come from either of our dad's seed. When we explained that last bit Liz and June started to explain more. They'd decided to have kids. They'd talked with a sperm donor clinic about artificial insemination. But that had seemed so fukn impersonal. They said that since the four of us had been so close over the last several years they'd talked it over. Would we like to be the fathers? God damn. There were so fuckn many things to think about that ... damn ... so fuckn many practical things. And our dads were expecting us home to play around with them on the pullup bar. But our balls and bones took over. We all hugged. All four tongues explored all four mouths. Our arms and hands began exploring all four bods. We didn't make it back to our apartment til late that night. When we walked in to our apartment dad was still spreadeagle, tied to the pullup bar ... Zak's dad was standing behind him fucking his prostate with the vibrator and his other hand was reaching around stroking dad's knob. "What the fuck? This is how we left you 6 hours ago." Zak and I flopped down on the bed in front of them, backs raised against the headboard, our hands behing our heads, elbows out to each side. We started making wise-ass cracks teasing them about what they were doin. Zak's dad explained that when we left he was gonna edge dad for a couple of hours til we got back and then then change off. Dad had never had a vibrator on his prostate before, and was turned on by the idea of getting edged. So they had decided to keep edging dad until we got back. "Fuck. You've been usn that Rude Boy on his prostate for 6 fukn hours? What the fuck? It'll fuck him from ever getting his rocks off." Dad interrupted. "Now I see why you guys nowadays use all those vibrating toys. Hell, we'll even have ta try some estim. But no, don't worry, he's only been using that on me once in awhile. But man, when he did it sure as fuck got my dick drooling." Then he looked at Zak's dad and added "Sure a helluva lot better than that fucker's fingers." Zak's dad joked "Oh yah? That's the last of the ass massage you get from me." We all chuckled. Then he continued: "We used a helluva lot of your lube getn that in, and a helluva a lot more keepn his cock from getting raw. We'll buy you some more ... I hope you don't mind ... he was getting fukn tired hanging here so I took him down and strapped him to your bed for most of the time ta edge him good. More comfortable for both of us ... and a great edging position. We just strapped him up here spreadeagle again about 5 minutes ago." Then he added "I don't know how many times I had ta back off to keep him from cumming." Dad interjected "But that didn't stop that fucker from cumming in my ass. Damn. After about the first hour my bod was getn tired. He started alternating using the thing vibrating my prostate and fucking with his cock. I lost track of how many times he switched between the two before he came. After he came he took me down and strapped me on the bed for some more edging. My ass probably left quite a wet spot from his jizz. Then that fucker strapped me back up here to the bar, hopefully to finally get me off. Then you bastards walked in and interrupted." During our conversation dad's cock has remained fuckn hard and was wet with pre. The dude really needed to get off. Zak told his dad "Better finish that thing off. We have lots of news ta tell you." Zak's dad challenged "Your turn" and tossed the vibrator to Zak. God damn. No one moved for a second. Fuck. I started remembering the shock of that first time walking in on our dads when they were screwing. And I remembered the times dad and I stared deep into each others eyes while our best buds were getting each of us off ... and I remember the feel of my dad's bare bod against mine when we were all roughhousing, or when we were all hugging. Damn. Cocks don't lie. My cock started getting hard. Fuck. I looked over at Zak ... I could read him like a book. He was inta it. I looked up at dad, looked straight into his eyes. He seemed to straighten his bod ... his hips pushed slightly forward ... his cock was hard as fuck, pointed right at me, drooling a bit. Even though he was spreadeagle it looked like he stretched his arms even further, raising his chest. Man, he looked like Zak looked whenever I was approaching to go down on him. I looked at Zak ... our eyes exchanged our thoughts when they met. He began lubing the vibrator then positioned himself behind dad. Dad closed his eyes just like Zak does when I work his prostate ... Zak turned on the Rude Boy and slowly worked it deep. Dad's cock did a few of those familiar little prostate massage twitches and began drooling. My lips closed around his shaft. My hand started kneading his balls. I deep throated him, pressing against his pubes. Zak started slowly twisted the vibrator a bit ... damn ... I knew how well he could milk a prostate. Dad's cock seemed to grow even larger. His hips started thrusting. His whole bod was seizing. "I love you. Fuck. I love you." His cum felt so warm; it tasted so familiar as it shot spurt after spurt in my mouth. It was hard to keep from swallowing it, but I managed to keep most of it in my mouth ... I French kissed our family seed back into my dad's throat. Zak's dad untied dad's hands and feet. Dad was totally exhausted, but he hugged me tight ... we fell back on the bed in each other's arms. Zak and his dad lay beside us. Relaxing. Quiet. I looked over at Zak and his dad ... their bones were as raging hard as mine ... they began to hug each other then shifted into a 69 ... dad slipped down between my legs ... I stroked the hair on his head as I watched Zak's and his dad's bods getting taut beside me ... all 4 of our bods were turning each other on ... damn ... released all like coiled springs ... damn ... ... 4 best buds bonding tight. The afterglow was so fucking intense ... we layed there relaxing ... our tongues passing the mix of seed between us all ... totally released. We drifted into partial sleep. In the morning we were all still sleepy when we awoke ... we hadn't slept much that night. Our faces, mouths, and asses were sticky with the mix of our cum. Our balls were almost drained empty ... almost ... they still were able to pump more during our morning shower. At breakfast, Zak and I told our dads about our meeting with Liz and June ... that they had decided to marry each other ... and that we'd decided to have a double wedding. And we explained how they both wanted to have kids ... and how Zak and I had agreed to help. Our dads were hot on the idea of our double wedding. But they started explaining a multitude of practical problems to consider, trying to dissuade us from fathering their kids. Zak soon put an end to that: "When you two were shoving each others' seed deeper into our moms, did you consider the potential problems? And what the fuck. I think it all worked out pretty damned well." Two months later we had our joint wedding for both couples. It was one helluva big wedding with all of our families and friends there ... and Don, Rick, and JO all made it down for it. Man, Zak and I had to wear tight jocks to hide our bones during the ceremony. Zak and I honeymooned in Nelson. Liz and June did too.