Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 06:21:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 4 ? Cumming Out * * * * Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 4 -- Cumming Out * * * * Damn. I was as surprised and embarrassed as our dads were when I accidentally walked in on my dad fucking Zak's dad. All of us froze. I stammered out "sorry" and backed out of their room back into Zak's and my room and shut the door. My eyes must have been wide when I looked at Zak and said. "Our dads were fucking." Zak was stunned for a sec then laughed and said "Fucking A. This makes coming out to them a helluva lot easier." The door between our dads' room and Zak's and my room opened behind me. Both of them had pulled pants on and stood there looking awkward and sheepish as fuck. No one seemed to know what to say. Dad at last stammered out "Guys..." and then trailed off. Zak's dad tried to crack a joke "Guess it's too early ta have a drink..." and he trailed off. I was feeling awkward as fuck and didn't know what to say. Zak was usually pretty good at coming up with fast responses. I could tell that the bastard was enjoying everyone's nervousness and was prolonging it ... he just kept quiet as everyone got more and more awkward. At last he laughed and said "This makes it all a hulluva lot easier. We all know how our balls drive us." The laugh eased some of the awkwardness, and I started chucking a bit too. "Sit down. There's lots to talk about." Our dads were still more nervous than I'd ever seen them ... normally they were total type A's and always in control of any situation. The 4 of us sat on the beds facing each other. Like in most motel rooms the beds weren't far apart, so we sat there across from each other, a little closer than what was comfortable. I started: "Zak and I wanted to be open with you. We had been trying to figure out how to come out to you during this trip. We didn't know how you'd take it. We were afraid ..." Dad interrupted "You mean ...?" I interrupted him "Yah. Zack and I have been getting it on with each other for a couple of years." Zak put his arm around my shoulders and interrupted "And with other buds too. But now we're getting serious about each other." Fucking god damn. That was the first time either of us had admitted to ourselves, let alone others, that we were getting serious. Our dads looked in part relieved, in part quizzical, but still nervous and embarrassed. Zak's dad said "Sounds like there's a helluva lot to talk about both directions." Just then there was a knock on the door "Housekeeping. Check out time." Dad shouted "We'll be out in a couple of minutes". Then tried to change the subject a bit: "It's about 6 hours to Nelson. Last night the computer said there'd be a dump of fresh snow at Whitewater today, so the powder will be great tomorrow. We'd better get a move on. With the snow the road might be bad. Uhh ... Damn ... Uhh ... Uhh ... I guess you need to know more about us too. We can talk more on the road. And when we get there, we're all going to need some stiff drinks." Zak had the nerve to joke "Yah, the drinks won't be the only thing that's stiff." Dad was smiling as he joked "You fucked up kids" and reached over and tousled my hair. I retorted "From what I saw this morning you two do a good job fucking too." Then I added "but you pull out too early." We all chuckled, relaxed, dressed, packed, hurried to breakfast, and hit the road. The rest of the day we had so fuckn much to talk about. For most of the trip Zak and I leaned forward with our arms on their seat backs, all of us sharing years of our hidden lives. We'd always known that our dads were wild and had lived in a communal house when they spent a couple of years being ski bums. That's where they had met our moms. Zak and I had always imagined and speculated about that. Dad began to explain while driving: "We haven't told you a lot about that year we ski bummed and lived in a group house in Whistler ... your moms insisted we keep quiet about lots of it. Our life centered around skiing and trying to find a bit of money with periodic liftee jobs and various odd jobs. We were always broke ... but always had lots of brew and weed. A whole two years of a helluva lot of partying. Including us and your moms there were 5 guys and 3 chicks crashing there. Damn. That ratio always left some of us horny, even after picking up chicks when drinking at The Boot and the Longhorn. So as you can imagine, we all got pretty free, and ended up doing about everything you can imagine between all of us. We had our share of all-in orgies, and lots of pairing or tripling off with about everyone. The 3 chicks couldn't keep up with 6 horny dudes so we all developed a taste for dick. "Gradually your moms and us gravitated to each other. When we finally decided to go back to graduate school all 4 of us went together and lived together. Man, it was hot being in bed together while your moms made love to each other and we sucked each other's dicks. It was even hotter when all of us took turns fucking each other. But gradually your moms and us just sorta paired up and things just evolved into 2 couples. By the time we graduated we'd all decided to get married. You've seen pictures of the ceremony ... all 4 of us standing there getting married. Your moms both wanted to have kids, so we got rid of the birth control ... but that didn't stop all of us sharing. Man, it was a fucking turn-on knowing that we were shoving each other's seed in deeper ... Then you guys were born." After a long awkward pause while it all began to sink in I asked "You mean Zak and I could be half brothers?" Zak as usual had the balls to joke "Which of you had the most seed and the stronger sperm?" Then he joked to me "Guess we both can take our pick on which of em we each call dad." Zak and I had been constantly on the edge of being boned for the whole trip because of all the edging before we left and because of this morning. Now our bones were raging. We playfully tussled in the back seat, teasing each other and our dads about whose son we were, joking about how everyone had always told us we looked alike. The tussling gradually included groping each other's balls and wood. Zak's dad said "Hey guys cut it out, simmer down." And then after a short pause he added "Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Yes!!! Zak and I almost didn't need that permission. We'd had sex in cars a lot while driving with buds to and from ski and hiking trips, so it didn't seem awkward being in the back seat unzipping each other's jeans. Fuck ... I love the feel of another's hand controlling the stroke and tempo and feel of my dick. Our hands were busy on each other's bones, mimicking what each other's hands were doing ... changing motions ... massaging the balls ... lightly fingering the shaft ... full grip stroke ... palming and twisting on the knob ... sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Soon we were sliding each other's jeans and boxers down and I leaned over and began sucking. When having sex in the car with our other buds, it had always been a mix of turning each other on and macho joking and challenging. But this time, with our dads in the front seats, it was so fucking weird, and having come to realize how deep we were welded, it was fucking more intense. ... Ah man ... 4 best buds. It wasn't long before I could feel Zak tensing and hear his breathing getting harder and faster. I overheard Zak's dad say to my dad "Remind you of old times?" Dad responded "Fuck. The best times." Then he said over his shoulder to us "Try to keep the mess down." I slid one hand under Zak's leg so I could keep tight finger pressure on the vein between his balls and dick. The other hand began to pump his shaft full fisted while my mouth sucked his cockhead, lips concentrating on its rim, tongue circling on its piss lips. Soon his hips were bucking ... he was moaning ... cum was overflowing my mouth, drooling onto his crotch. I moved my head up to French kiss my best friend's -- my brother's - seed back into his mouth. Zak then took his turn on my dick. Fuck ... When I came is was so fuckn intense knowing that I was filling my brother with my seed while our dads were there with us. Damn. I don't know which was more intense, him seeding my mouth or me seeding his, or doing it in the presence of our dads. God damn. It was starting to get dark and the windshield wipers were having a hard job keeping up with the snow. The snowflakes were flying fast, white streaks shining from the car's headlights. Dad shifted in his seat behind the wheel and said "The clouds are spewing a lot more cum than you guys ever could." We finally got to the hotel in Nelson. A guy about our age was working the front desk -- an obvious ski bum with long scraggly hair, a red beard, and a sunburned or wind-chafed face. Dad asked for the 2 double rooms he'd reserved. While the guy looked for our reservation we asked him where we could buy some good Canadian rye, and asked him about the best runs for tomorrow. He was having problems. At last he said "someone must have fouled up your reservation. All I have available is one room with 2 queen beds."