Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 09:40:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Art Fex <art_i_fex@yahoo.com>
Subject: four-wheeler-incident-chapter-5

The Four-wheeler Incident
Me and My 'Brothers'
Chapter Five
Art I. Fex

The normal disclaimers apply. If you're offended by homosexual material of
any kind, don't read this, or you'll be strongly offended probably.

After unloading all the furniture and such, we were pooped. We sat there
talking and carrying on, then all of a sudden we heard this awful noise. It
was Shel's stomach.

"Shel, sounds like your stomach is pissed off about something man.",
Michael said smirking.

"Yea, like how I haven't fed him all day! Jeez, are those sandwiches still
in there?"

"Really...we didn't eat hardly any breakfast this morning. Shel's dad isn't
the best cook in the kitchen . . . even if he's the only one in it."

Shel laughed, because he knew Randy was right. Shel's dad was great on a
grill, but normal indoor cooking? He needed to just stick to pop-tarts and
canned stuff and he knew it. We migrated to the kitchen and began opening
up the igloo and getting the stuff out of it. It was a loaf of bread and
some pork loin along with some other things to stock the fridge with. We
threw our sandwiches together and tossed them in the microwave. While we
were waiting on the microwave, I looked at Michael and asked,

"So, you talked to our dads and stuff about our plan I guess."

Michael lit up and began chattering, "HELL YES! I think it's a great idea!
It'll beat the crap out of working on that man's dairy on the
weekends. What will we be doing anyway?"

"Well, this isn't really a farm, but the land needs to be taken care
of. You're family is all into the crops and stuff, so we'd pay ya to help
us and give us advice with a garden, save on the grocery bill anyway. The
biggest part will be helping us by bush hogging and seeding, disking, and
all the other stuff that will make the land look nicer, you know, like
someone actually lives here. It'll keep the pasture looking good, then when
all is good, maybe have room for Ben's dad or someone to let his cows and
stuff out for extra space. Then, we will still help our parents with stuff
around their places, my parents when the chickens get to their difficult
stage, and selling all that. Ben's dad has cows and horses that he needs
help with from time to time. So, basically, we have just moved from being
people who live here, to being hired help that lives here, AND as a bonus,
we are living here as caretakers. So, we are going to be a little more
independent, but still work for our families. See?

"Riiiiight....", Michael said quizzically. "But, doesn't sound very hard."

"Your mom don't have to know that though!", Ben said beamingly as he pulled
everything out of the microwave and passed it around to us.

We sat at the old table we inherited and talked as we ate our
sandwiches. After a little while longer, we had finished our food and were
all stuffed. We decided to move out to the back porch and set a while
before Dad and Mr. Peterson came back. We assumed they were still at the
Sasser place.

"God it's hot out here.", Michael said exhaling at length.

It was hot. The air was the humid, sticky Mississippi air that settled in
right in the afternoon, and lasted til the sun went down, which gave way to
a mellow warmth that really didn't seem to go away unless a breeze blew it
on by. You could cut the air with a knife. However, for us, that wasn't the
only reason the air was thick. We were all waiting for night time to come,
and for Michael and us to be to ourselves so he could become one of 'us'.

Randy roused me from my thoughts of the night to come when he told Michael,

"Well pull your shirt off! It's ninety somethin' our here man!", Randy
laughed.

Michael smiled and did as Randy suggested, baring his pale, barely tanning
chest to the coolness of the shady porch, which was the only salvation on
days like this.

"Too bad the fan up there don't work.", Ben said looking at the decades old
ceiling fan hanging from the roof of the porch.

"We'll get to it.", I said yawning as I stretched my arms out over my head.

We sat in silence for another few minutes, then Shel finally spoke up. He
may not always be the most talkative one, but he spoke with words of
extraordinary wisdom at times.

"Hey! Has Michael been swimming lately?"

"Not really, what're you thinkin'?", Michael said perking up.

"Ya'll wanna hit the pond? We could do that then try out the shower.", Shel
said sitting more towards the front of his chair.

"Yea! And have you seen the freakin' shower?", Ben said
enthusiastically. "It's at least six by eight!"

"Yea, my grandmother wasn't getting around too good at that time, so they
made the bathroom shower bigger preparing for the future when she might've
ended up in a wheel-chair or something. But, that never happened, and they
live in a nicer house now, so I guess that the shower shouldn't go unused,
right?", I said standing up with the others.

"That's for sure, cause I'd hate to live with you guys stinkin' like
that.", Ben said making a disgusted face.

Randy and Shel stopped and looked over their shoulders at Ben as Randy gave
a warning grin that said, 'yea, just keep it up, we'll getcha' and said,
"You remember what happened last time you said that right?"

We all laughed, except Michael who just sat looking from one to the
other. "What?"

"C'mon, we'll show ya!"  ***

We walked to the pond...or Shel and Randy chased Ben halfway there before
nabbing him and carrying the rest of the way and dumping him in. Me and
Michael smiled as we ambled over to where the ruccus had already begun. As
we walked, Michael said, "Dave, thanks to all of ya'll for bein' my
friends, I don't have a lot of good friends, just aquaintances, and it
means an aweful lot to me that ya'll just took me in so easily and stuff."

"Michael, your a pleasure to be around, and we're just happy that you're
interested in hangin' around with some ole' knot-heads like us!"

Michael grinned and threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into
him, then he whispered in my ear,

"I hope that what happened last night wasn't just a 'somethin that happens
every other harvest moon on a summer night when you're drinkin' sort of
thing."

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.", I whispered in his ear, nibbling
it as I finished.

Upon reaching the pond, we shucked our shorts and dove in with the rest of
the guys, and we swam and rough housed for a long time, then my dad and
Ben's dad came walking up.

"Hey Mr. Pearson, Mr. Peterson!", Michael called out from the loud
splashing and camotion behind him.

"Hey Michael. Welp, looks like ya'll're all gettin along fine.", dad said
nicely, taking a seat on the bank, Mr. Peterson sitting next to him, all
grins.

"As always...whatchall up to?", I said catching my breath.

"Oh, just got off the phone with our wives. They're still at it, got
through eatin' lunch, now they're headin to mall.", Mr. Peterson said with
a slight roll of his eyes. "There goes the paycheck!", he said laughingly
shaking his head, trying to look worried.

"Surprised?", Randy said as he had Ben in a head lock and dunked him.

"Nope.", Mr. Peterson said with a smile and tilt of his head.

"Wanna come for a swim?", Ben said laughing.

"Mmmm, maybe later, although it is a good day for it.", my dad said looking
at the sky, his face gleaming as he spoke.

Mr. Peterson smiled as he watched us, then said,

"Aww hell, why not...but I hate to make ya'll feel like less of men or
something."

We all laughed as he stood and pulled his button up shirt, wet with sweat
off and tossed with our shorts. My dad saw he was serious and decided to
take a dunk too. He too stood up and pulled his boots off, then pulled his
shirt off. Randy and Ben were still at it, but me, Shel, and Michael were
just swimming and wading around, half watching the two 'men'. It wasn't
necessarily that I was sexually attracted to my dad, nor Ben to his, but
still, we just didn't care if they swam with us. It wasn't like it was the
first time we'd seen our dads naked or something. However, I have to admit,
my dad and Ben's dad for that matter don't look half bad for men nearly
fifty. Their hard work shows in their stature and build, their tan lines
around their upper arms and necks, 'farmer's tan' as it is jokingly called,
the built chests and arms. Neither are absolutely 'ripped' in the ab area,
but they are definitely in shape considering that they hardly sit still
except when they are eating, resting, or sleeping. Both had hair on their
chests, only Ben's dad had a little going down the center of his stomach as
well. I'm sure our dads knew we were watching them out of the corner of our
eyes, cause I saw them grin to themselves as they pulled down their
boxers. Michael looked at me and whispered good-naturedly,

"I know I shouldn't even notice these things, but your dick is a lot like
his. That's probably what you would look like if you weren't cut."

I glanced up and saw that my dads cock was a lot like mine except for a few
details.

"Yea, except his is about an inch longer probably and bigger around, and he
obviously don't shave."

Michael laughed, then my dad said in a playfully accusing sort of way,

"What are you two boys talkin 'bout?"

We just looked at him with grins and said, "Nothin'."

"Mhmmm.", he said as he made his way into the water and lunged out, the
water rippling out away from him as he floated out.

Ben's dad was about to wade out too, and I simply gawked at him since he
wasn't looking. His body was the same as my dads, except his dick was
identical to Ben's in every way except size. His was bigger around, but
that was about it. Both were uncircumcised. I looked at him freely cause he
wasn't looking, but then I saw my dad look at me. I turned towards him and
he was grinning, knowing what thoughts had probably just slid through my
mind. I grinned back at him sheepishly, and thanked God that the water was
murky. We all swam, and joked around for a good while, to us, they were
just two more of the guys, especially now, only older. We got into a
playful match, and I ended up getting wrapped up by Mr. Peterson while I
got the shit tickled out of me again by Shel and Randy. I swore I felt his
dick on my back, but I didn't say anything, and I don't think he noticed.

After it was about three o'clock, we all decided that we were tired and
decided to get out head to my parent's place.  We began moving out of the
water, and by some miracle, there were only a couple of semi hard-ons!
Michael was one of them, and I guess he felt better that HIS dad wasn't
there! Not that it mattered I guess, our dads knew they had teased the shit
out of us and they I'm sure thought it was funny as hell.

We sorta dried off and put our clothes back on. As we were getting dressed,
Mr. Peterson said,

"Welp, that was refreshing."

We all agreed as my dad added laughingly,

"Yea, but we still smell like pond scum."

We laughed at the truth in his words, but smiled inwardly at what that
meant.

"Guess you boys'll get to try out your new shower, huh."

"Definitely!", Ben answered, "That thing is nice, and it's huge!"  "Yea, we
figured ya'll'd like that part.", Mr. Peterson said with a mischievous
grin.

We all began heading to our respective houses, us to our new one, our dads
to my place since it was closer I assumed.

"Oh, we're gonna be unhooking the spreader from my tractor, so if ya'll
need anything call our cell phones, then we'll take OUR showers.", my dad
called back over his shoulder.

Upon reaching the house, we stripped out of our clothes on the porch so as
not to get the floor wet. I watched the others as they undressed, and
Michael was rock hard already, as well as Ben, and Randy and Shel were
getting there as I was. We took our shorts to the laundry room, then made
our way to the shower. We turned it on, and we stared at it as the bathroom
began to fill with steam.

"Think we'll all fit?", Shel said questioningly.

"What?! OF COURSE WE'LL FIT! Where's your faith man!?", Randy said
exaggeratedly as he slapped a hand down on Shel's shoulder playfully.

We all smiled as we got in, and saw that we could all indeed not only fit,
but comfortably. There was Randy's brand of body wash sitting on the rack,
and when he popped the top on it, I realized why he smelt good! I had
always wondered if it was his cologne, which I later found out he didn't
where any, or his deodorant, which we sometimes wished each other would
wear more of.

He squirted a liberal amount into his tanned hand, darkened further with
dirt, and said,

"Who's first?"

Seeing as Shel and Ben already had taken the bottle and were squirting some
on each other, I said I would. I backed up to him as his hot hands rubbed
the icy cold soap over my shoulders, working their way down my back, and
relished the feeling. I felt Randy's hard cock poke my butt as I bent over
to pick the bottle off the floor, and his hands gripped my hips tighter as
he pulled me against him a little firmer. I raised up and squirted some in
my hands and said nicely,

"Michael, you stink like the rest of us, c'mere."

Michael smiled as he backed up to me and said, "Well I'd hate to stink up
ya'll's new house now wouldn't I!"

"Um, its our house?", Shel said with a funny kind of accusing look on his
face. "Sounds like you're tryin' to get out of keeping it clean or
something!", Shel finished with a laugh.

I squirted the soap down Michael's spine and watched as he straightened up
and the chill bumps momentarily popped up all over him. I smiled as I began
massaging the suds into his skin, feeling his warmth and smoothness as I
caressed his more prominent muscles. I ran my hands under his arms and up
to his chest, pulling him into me tighter, and kissing his neck. He turned
his head to meet my lips with his, and licked across my cheek to my lips,
then up to my eye. I pretended to make a disgusted face,

"Ewwwwwww, down boy!", to which he answered by smiling widely, turning
around to face me and wrapping his arms around both me and Randy, pulling
Randy into my back tighter, and pressing his cock into mine as he kissed
me.  Shel and Ben were both covered in suds, and Shel moved over to lather
up Randy's back. Ben on the other hand came over, and joined mine and
Michael's kiss, making it the first three-way any of us had ever had. He
slid his face between ours as Michael rapped his hands around the back of
Ben's head, running his fingers through his scraggly blonde hair that
almost matched his. Shel, ever in competition with Ben decided to have a
first of his own. He dropped between me and Randy and began to long sucking
on Randy's balls, but trying his hand and rimming me. Randy rubbed the body
wash all between my cheeks, then stepped back to let the water rush down my
back and downward, then Shel, hesitatingly I suppose, began to lightly kiss
and rim my butt. I had never felt anything quite like that before, but
figured it would be mostly a 'shower thing'. Michael then dropped down, and
took my cock in his hand, and lick from underneath my balls, up the belly
of my cock, and all the way to the tip, then ran his tongue around the
head, then licked up my stomach to my nips. I normally don't leak much, but
I was then! Between him and Shel, I was about to blow up! Shel moved up and
my eyes met his,

"How was it?", he asked curiously.

"It was great man..."

"You owe me later though!", he said good-naturedly as he pulled my face to
his chest and gripped my hair, playfully pushing my mouth on his pecs as I
happily licked away.

Then, as Ben and Michael kissed, I felt Randy behind me again, pressing his
chest and stomach against my back as the hot water cascaded over all our
naked bodies. I licked up from Shel's chest to his neck and kissed it
several times, then turned to Randy and met his kiss. Shel's cock pressed
against my butt and I could feel his balls dangling between my legs as he
licked up my back to my shoulders, then playfully chewed and licked my neck
and ear like a puppy does. I giggled as me and Randy broke our kiss and I
slid down to my knees, putting me at face level with Shel and Randy's steel
rods. I looked up at them as they both smiled their huge grins. As I
gripped their cocks in my hands, Shel groaned as his cock let loose a
strand of ooze that slowly let down from his cock like clear melted sugar,
and it may has well have been, it tasted sweet as I caught it with my
tongue and then engulfed his cock head as it happily throbbed in my
mouth. Almost every time it throbbed it seemed it let loose a little more
pre, and was liking it! I jacked and rubbed Randy's uncut slab against my
face, and although he didn't leak like Shel (I don't know many who do!), he
still does a little. I envied them a little as I pulled his cock away to
look at it and it left a strand connecting my cheek to his cock head. I
glanced over to the side a little to find Michael ravishing Ben's cock like
a t-bone from a nice restaurant, licking Ben's balls that were a little big
for his body in my opinion, but I wasn't one to complain! They were drawn
up close as Michael nursed on them, driving Ben insane. As I was watching
this, I had switched to Randy's cock, and I had my tongue inside his skin,
sucking my hardest as Shel rubbed his cock on my neck, leaving a puddle of
his cock syrup. I reached up with my fingers and gathered some of it up and
rubbed it on Randy's cock as I sucked it. After a little while longer, the
water went off and I heard Ben say breathedly,

"Are we gonna finish now, or wait for tonight?"

We all were quiet for a second, then after thinking it over, reluctantly
agreed that it would be better to finish tonight. We got out of the shower
and began to dry each other off. Of course, that didn't go off without a
hitch! I was drying myself and Michael, when all of a sudden, I heard
it. It was the sound that terrifies and gets your adrenaline pumping at the
same time, and has the automatic affect of making all males turn their
balls toward the wall. Randy had taken it upon himself to roll up a
rat-tail, which was really just the pro-version, revolutionary way of
rolling your towel up and turning it into little less than a
bull-whip. Thankfully we all love each other, or else one or two of us may
have died. We all had red asses and Ben had a third nipple by the time we
all got done, including Randy who got it worst of all I think once we all
had a chance to get our towels snapping. We laughed our butts off as we got
into the bedroom and began looking in the mirror to examine our battle
scars.

"Shit Randy, you just about tore me a new ass-hole! Damn...", I said
laughingly as I looked over my shoulder at the mirror along side Randy who
just grinned.

"If we had two each, how much fun would that be!", he answered.

Then all of a sudden Michael burst out,

"Whoa, wait a minute! I forgot something at my house. I am supposed to
clean up my dad's sprigger and stuff before it gets dark."

"Need any help?", Shel said rubbing the spot on his leg.

"Not really, but if ya'll wanna come you can.", Michael answered.

"Well, howabout me and Shel come then. Dave and Ben can start thinking of
something to eat over at Dave's house."

"Sounds like a plan.", Ben said.

Once we were all dressed again, me and Ben headed over to my house. It had
been about forty-five minutes or an hour since we had parted with Dad and
Mr. Peterson, so we figured they ought to be done with the tractor stuff by
now and were probably in the house cooling off. Me and Ben hopped on my
fourwheeler, while Shel and Randy took Michael in Randy's truck. We tore
out across the pasture and soon arrived at my house. We looked around and
saw that the truck wasn't there, so our dad's weren't there either. We
looked out over the pasture towards Ben's house, and sure enough, it was
over there. Instead of riding, however, we decided to walk. The sun was
still high in the sky, but the wind that was beginning to blow made the air
seem cooler. We ambled on joking and talking until we reached the Peterson
place. The women still weren't home, so whether our dad's were in the barn
or the house was a toss-up. We decided to check the house first. Ben stuck
his head in the door and called, but there was no answer. We then headed
out to the barn to see what they were up to. Upon reaching the barn,
however, we were stopped in our tracks. The first thought that entered my
mind was, 'I knew we'd get lucky eventually, but now that it happened I'm
nervous.' We heard our dad's voices from within the barn as we crept up to
the side of it, not going near the front door. Ben and I looked at each
other, solemnly at first, but then Ben's cute face contorted into an evil
grin. He tapped me on the shoulder and pointed towards the back of the
barn. We silently moved around the end of the barn and there I saw the
plan. His barn had another entrance to the loft from the outside, and there
was a ladder leading up to it. Ben went first, gripping the rough, weather
worn handles of the wooden ladder and easing his weight gently onto the
ladder, causing it to creak slightly. We both squinted our eyes tight and
arched our shoulders, holding breath and hoping that our dads hadn't
heard. Ben began to make his way up the ladder slowly, and I got on before
he got off so as to keep the old wood from creaking again. Once I reached
the top, Ben's hand caught mine and pulled me into the cool dark
loft. There was some hay up there, but most had been hauled away to make
room for the new to come. There was more junk than hay anyway. We dropped
to our bare bellies and slowly crawled across the wide planked oak floor
until we reached the edge. We could clearly hear our dads then,

"Uhhhhh....uhhhhhhhh....ohhh yeaa...slow like that, oh yea Paul.", my dad's
deep voice groaned, sounding rougher than usual.

I knew that my dad was talking to Ben's dad. Ben and I looked at each
other, and I saw the surprised yet mischievous grin on his cute face. We
crawled ever so closer to the edge of the loft, trying to sneak a peek of
the show going on beneath us. We eased closer still just until we got where
our eyes could see over a short little chest of drawers that was near the
edge of the loft, and the site we beheld made my cock harden instantly,
like a plank! Mr. Paul had his face buried in my dad's pubic hair, moving
his head slowly to and fro, pulling my dad's dickhead with his lips before
slowly moving back down taking it all the way to his balls again. My dad's
grease stained hands ran over Mr. Paul's shoulders and up his neck as he
slowly moved his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into
Mr. Paul's stubble-etched mouth. Mr. Paul grunted deep in his chest as he
was working something onto his dick, pulling and tugging it. I had seen
them naked at the pond, but now their cocks were hard, and I could see that
Mr. Paul's was around eight inches, uncut, and that my father was close to
the same, near as I could tell with it down Mr. Paul's throat, and I knew
he was not cut.

"MMmmmm, you're gonna have to stop...I'll cum...", my Dad said in a raspy
sort of whisper.

At that, Mr. Paul pulled slowly off of my dad's cock, then stood up, their
lips meeting in a kiss. Mr. Paul then leant my dad back onto his back,
laying on a stack of egg-crate lids, so he was at Mr. Paul's waist
level. Mr. Paul then stroked his cock, smeared with whatever it was he was
rubbing on it earlier, I presumed it was the ointment he put on the cow's
udders when they were chapped from the calve's attention. He leant forward
and bit my dad's nipple as he placed the head of his cock at my father's
opening. It was strange, yet kinda sexy to see the man who made me,
preparing to take the substance that made my best friend laying next to me,
mesmerized by the ongoings beneath us. My dad grunted as the head slid into
his well lubed hole, and his hairy legs were pushed closer to his chin as
Mr. Paul leant further forward and pushed more of his greasy cock into
him. There was sweat dripping off of their bodies as they joined, my dad's
pants around one leg, Mr. Paul's around his ankles and his shirt completely
unbuttoned like my dad's. Finally, Mr. Paul was all the way in, and my
father leant forward, kissing Mr. Paul again. Their lips were locked as
Mr. Paul began to fuck my dad slowly, drawing most of the way out from what
it appeared, then sliding back in again, making a slippery sound in the
silence of the barn, accompanied only by their heavy breathing and a few
strained grunts.

Ben and I were lying there in silence with grins on our faces as Ben
scooted closer to me and draped his arm over my back and rested his hand on
my shoulder. We continued watching as Ben's dad picked up the pace and we
could hear their moans grow louder.

"Ohhhh! MMMMmmphh, YEA!", my dad bellowed, and he was answered with
Mr. Paul's grunts and moans of pleasure.

My dad leant up and took Mr. Paul's nipple in his mouth and sucked it
roughly as Mr. Paul's hand jerked up to my dad's head and held it in place,
still ramming my dad hard and fast, his balls making a dull clap on my
dad's skin. The action continued, until Mr. Paul's head flew back and he
groaned loudly, echoing off of the tin roof of the high ceiling, his hips
sinking in for a final plunge up to his pubes and balls then holding his
place. He then withdrew and inch or two then drove back in with another gut
wrenching moan that matched my dad's. They held to each other tightly with
their calloused, stained hands, and my dad's hairy legs were wrapped under
Mr. Paul's arms. They looked at each other and their lips met with a kiss,
Mr. Paul's hips still twitching and jerking as his orgasm faded and he
pumped the rest of his juice into my dad. I looked over at Ben, and he had
taken his cock out of his pants. He was leaking so bad that he had to get
it out of his shorts so he wouldn't have a huge spot! He just looked at me
and grinned. We then heard some shuffling down below that regained our
attention. Mr. Paul had dropped back down and was licking my dad's
balls. He tried to suck them both into his mouth, but they wouldn't fit, so
it did them one at a time, rubbing my dad's thighs and cock as he mouthed
on them. My dad's cock was jumping alot, and a bead of pre was on the end
of his exposed cock-head. After a few minutes of this, Mr. Paul licked all
the way up my dad's cock and then sucked the flaring head into his mouth,
and began to move down on it very slowly.

"Uuuuhhhhh, oh, you'll make me shoot..."

With this, Paul slid off quicker than he came up, looking into my dad's
eyes. My dad's cock popped up and slapped his stomach and my dad leant back
and exhaled hard. Paul then took more of whatever kind of ointment it was
he put on his cock before, and began smearing it on my dad's cock with one
hand, and on his backside with the other. After several mintues, Paul
pulled off his shirt and spread it on the floor, and my dad handed him his
too. Paul got on all fours as my father moved behind him, running a couple
fingers into Paul's insides.

"Feel's ready."

"I am ready.", Mr. Paul said breathedly.

With that, my father began to rub his cockhead against Paul's opening,
rubbing his lower back with his other hand. Once he started to be able to
work the head in, he ran both of his hands up Paul's powerful thighs to his
hips, taking a hold of them as he began to flex his own hips, working his
thick cock into Paul a little at the time. Paul inhaled deeply and held it
as my dad then sighed, pushing in at a steady rate now, entering almost all
the way. Sweat was gleaming on Paul's back and flowing down my dad's
brow. My dad tilted his head back, eyes closed as he began to slowly work
in and out of Paul, forcing a few grunts out of him as he would
thrust. Paul had his head rested on his fore arms, sucking his bottom
lip...now I knew why Ben did that sometimes when I saw him jack off in the
past! My father began to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, his pubes and
balls pressed tightly against Paul's ass each time he would long dick him,
pulling almost all the way out, then quickly pushing straight back in.

"Oh God Bill! Just like that! OHhh damn it, you'll make me cum agin'!
Mmmmmmmmmggggg!"

With that, Paul began to rub his cock quickly, then his whole body tensed
as he fired his load all over his and my dad's shirts.

"Oh! Can't hold it, you're so fucking tight now...uuuuuuuuhhh!"

My dad jerked Paul against him and fell on his back, clasping the back of
Paul's shoulder in his mouth as his back arched, firing several shots of
his manjuice deep into my best friend's dad.

I was dazed, just watching the show below, and Ben just smiled and
whispered,

"Welp, we're even more bro's now...hehe."

I just smiled back as I turned back to see our dads finishing up. My dad
slowly pulled his heavy limp cock out of Mr. Paul, and Mr. Paul just
flopped over on his back. My dad crawled up him, kissing his chest and Paul
kissed my dad's neck, then their lips met again for another short kiss,
which they finished laughing quietly.

"Think I'll turn on the fan for a second, blow some of the sweat off 'fore
we go inside, then we'll get cleaned up.", Paul said, getting up and
walking naked over to the box fan hanging from a chain on the wall and
ceiling. When the fan came on, the loud hum of the fan motor reverberated
throughout the building. Me and Ben saw this as our chance to leave
unnoticed, they wouldn't hear us as easily now. As we were heading for the
ladder, we heard the beginning of a conversation below. We turned to see
our dads sitting together under the fan, Ben's dad in my dad's arms,
leaning back against him with his head on my dad's shoulder.

"Hooh, that was great...think you can walk straight for the women?", Paul
said half laughing.

"Probably not!", my dad answered back out of breath.

"We'll work on it...think the boys'll walk straight tomorrow?"

"HAH! Not sure there, but I bet Michael won't, seeing as he's the new'n on
the block!", my dad answered, to which they both laughed heartily.

Me and Ben just smiled, knowing that if all went well, our new 'brother'
would DEFINITELY not feel like getting out of bed tomorrow!