Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 05:20:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com>
Subject: How the Four of us Got Into Dick - Part 3

This a prequel to my earlier story, "Two Buds Cum Out to Dads about 4 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 it up and 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 3 ***

Zak and I piled back into the back seat and our two dads closed their doors
to resume the drive back to Eugene.  Both Zak and I were turned on hearing
how our dads had done a 3-way with Zaks's mom while their 2 roomies were in
the room.  Damn, we could each imagine ourselves doin that, but our
parents?  Damn.  Zak kept pushing until they told us more.

Dad started chuckling and turned around to say to Zak: "About two nights
after that night with Carol your dad and I walked into The Boot, a grungy
pub where we and most our buds hung out.  One of our good buds shouted
across the room "Heh Cocksucker, grab a pitcher with us."  Fuck.  Doobie
and Squeak had been jokn with us and nicknamed him Cocksucker ever since
that night with your mom and me, but we had presumed that at least they
were kewl enough not to spread it around, but obviously ..."

Dad chuckled some more then continued: "You know your dad's temper.  He
walked over to the guy, got in his face nose to nose, punched him in the
stomach hard enough to give him a good stout warning, grabbed his balls and
squeezed hard, and said loud enough for most in the bar to hear "Did you
say you wanted to suck my cock?  Your tits aren't big enough."  I think
everyone there was moving away preparing for a fight ... the bartender
started towards the table - he was used to handling fights, but mostly
later after the guys were piss drunk.  A fight this early, before getting
drunk, was bound to be much rougher and harder to handle.

"Luckily your dad and the guy were good skiing buds ... we'd spent a lot of
time backcountry skiing and snow camping together.  So after the warning
your dad calmed down, patted him on his shoulder blades, and said `Let's
drink and get plastered' and then added loud "But be warned".  That's the
last time anyone called him Cocksucker.

"When we staggered home after drinking ourselves stupid he still was pissed
at our roomies for spreading the rumor, even if it was true.  At our place
we could smell that Doobie had been smoking weed and he was zonked out
snoring in his bunk.  Your dad had stripped for bed but he was still mad.
As he was stumbling into bed his eyes noticed poor Doobie sound asleep.  He
roughly grabbed the poor fucker, bodily threw him outa his bunk onto the
floor, and pinned his shoulders with his knees, his balls and dick hanging
in Doobie's face, shouting `You fuckn asshole cocksucker'.  Man, poor
Doobie.  Sound asleep. Totally wasted from weed.  Wakes up to balls hanging
in his face and a maniac yelling at him.  Squeak had woken up and was
getting ready to jump down from his bunk and intervene.  Luckily, before
things went further, your dad -- he was fukn plastered - slumped over and
passed out.  Worst thing for your dad was the next day: dealing with his
hangover and cleaning up his barf.

It took a day or two before things got back to the normal macho joking and
friendly rowdiness.  The guys backed off from calling him Cocksucker and
shortened it to CS ... the name sorta stuck.

CS interrupted: "Yah. I thought `CS' as a nickname sounded kewl ... and it
was sorta hot knowing a very few close buds knew the private story behind
it.  Now you guys know too ... but be warned, I'll whip the shit out either
of you if you even hint about it to anyone."

Dad continued: "A few days later we were skiing with Carol and Sharon and
when we got home they invited us in for a drink.  That's when we found out
why Carol had pushed CS into suckn me: she had been testing us before she
opened up to us... she wanted to confirm her instinct about how open we
could be and just how far we'd be willing to go."

CS interrupted: "Man, we all just clicked.  We were all making ourselves
comfortable in their living room, relaxing after a day of being adrenalin
charged and challenging all of our muscles and each other on the steeps.
While Sharon handed out some bottles of beer Carol mentioned that their
roomie was gone for a week.  Damn.  Luv it when someone drops in that
hint."

Dad interjected: "Their place was sure a helluva lot better than ours
... it even had room for a sofa.  All four of us were relaxing on it,
Brad's and my arms around their shoulders.  Their bods were tucked tight
against our arms' pits; we were all sweaty and clammy from skiing so I got
up to go upstairs to our place to shower, telling them I'd be back shortly
with some weed.  Carol said not to bother.  We could shower down there
while they cooked up some dinner.  She herded both of us toward their
bathroom telling us not to shower too long to make sure there was some hot
water left for them.

"CS and I weren't quite sure whether we should close the door or whether
it'd by OK to leave it open ... so we took the middle road, just left it
ajar.  We both stripped.  I got into the shower while CS took a piss.  I
was a bit surprised when CS got in with me, saying `Let's save hot water
for them.'  I was even more surprised when he began to soap my back and
patted my ass.  I turned around, a bit surprised at that ... but I was not
surprised that both of our bones were standing straight out.

"Just then the door opened and Carol came in with some towels for us and
told us not to bother with putting on our damp gear ... they'd put two of
their robes out for us on their bed in their bedroom.

"CS and I didn't need to say much to each other as we were toweling off
... we just looked at each other's faces in total mutual understanding
... we were both stoked to go with the flow ... and we knew in our guts
that each other would be down with anything.  We made sure our bones were
still raging when we left the towels in the bathroom and left to go to
their bedroom for the robes.  We purposely asked `which door is your room?'
and as we'd hoped, Carol looked into the hallway as she said `The door on
your right'.

"Fuck.  Their bedroom had only one queen bed.  CS asked me `Do you think
they both share the bed with each other?'  We put on their robes as well as
we could ... many sizes too small ... the sleeves and shoulders were tight,
the length was barely long enough to hit mid-thigh, and they barely closed
around our fronts."

CS took over: "Our cocks kept peeking out when we moved around ... and
fuck, cocks don't lie, they made it apparent how turned on we were ... it
sorta became a joke between the four of us, and like jokes and humor always
does, it eased the tension.  After they put dinner in the oven to cook they
split for the shower ... together.  They asked if we were still interested
in going upstairs and getting some weed, so Brad left for upstairs still in
their robe."

Dad laughed and took over: "First I took all our wet gear out to the shared
drying room then headed upstairs to our place.  When I got upstairs Doobie
and Squeak were both there.  There I was, in a powder pink frilly robe many
sizes too small, my hardon still pointing out from the gap in front of me.
They both started laughing and Squeak teased `Man, I didn't think you were
my kinda guy.  Come here man.  Let's get it on.'  He got up and teasingly
hugged me, jokingly giving me a full-on kiss on the lips. '  First time I'd
ever been kissed by a guy ... luckily it was obviously in jest.  We joked
around a bit then I grabbed a baggie of our weed and headed out the door.
On second thought, I came back in and grabbed a handful of rubbers and some
lube ...  which led to more teasing and joking.

"When I got back downstairs Carol and Sharon were just coming out of the
shower, totally nude.  They hurried into the bedroom and put on those
things that are sorta like extra long t-shirts that lots of chicks seem to
sleep in."

CS took over: "Ahhh man.  We all settled in on that couch, passing j's
around.  Damn ... ya just naturally get intimate when ur fingers touch
while passn the j.  I took a long hit and leaned over to Carol, exhaling
into her mouth ... she held it in, then leaned over, exhaled back into my
mouth, and ended it with her tongue reaching for mine.  I don't know which
of us got up and pulled the other towards their bedroom ... it was more
like a simultaneous joint action."

Dad's tone of voice changed ... it got more wistful and intimate as he
began letting us in on his fondest memories: "Sharon and I were making out.
And we were all so fukn stoned.  Carol reached over and pulled Sharon along
... we were all so buzzed ... all four of us just floated towards their
bedroom."

Speaking to me dad continued: "I had a reasonable number of chicks in high
school and college and a few of them had become close girlfriends, but for
some reason your mom and I just fukn synched like none of the others.  The
weed probably had something to do with it.  And lying on the bed next to my
best bud and his chick they were getn it on likely had something to do with
it.  But lying there on that bed making out with your mom for the first
time ... man, the fires were definitely ignited.  Damn it was intense.

"I had even forgotten about the pink frilly robe I was wearing, until
Sharon asked me what all that stuff was in its pocket.  I was so fukn
embarrassed ... I didn't know how she'd take it ... started blushing and
stammered a bit when I stated to explain they were the packets of rubbers
and some lube.  It was pretty obvious that I had to have put them there
when I went back to our apartment for the weed.

"At least she laughed and joked about it, razzing me -- I can still
remember almost her exact words: `You were being pretty damned
presumptuous.  You're as fucked up as your roomie Doobie.'  Then she added
`But we don't need the condoms, we've both been on the pill for a couple of
years.'  Ahh man, those were the days when all ya had to worry about was
pregnancy.  Instead of pulling all that shit out of the pocket I pulled the
robe off, threw it on the floor, and our two bods snugged tight as we began
a very long passionate french kiss.  It wasn't long before all four of us
had everything off and were making out.

"Lying there on the bed, all four bods side by side, close, all our bods
touching, feeling each other's muscles moving and getn taut ... shit ... It
was so fukn hot when Brad and I both slowly mouthed our ways down each of
their bods and began licking their clits.  And god damn, when we did that
they hugged each other and started French kissing each other.  It was like
they had opened the window and pulled back the curtains for all to see.  CS
and I looked at each other ... damn ... long-time best buds ... it was like
our years-long bond at last exploded through that macho defense that males
tend to build up between each other ... we looked over at each other, we
just fuckn knew, we put arms around each other's shoulders and sealed our
mouths tight around each other's lips, our tongues exploring and mating.

"Sharon slid down Carol's bod and began tonguing her clit.  CS shifted his
bod to lay next to Carol, put his arms around her shoulders, and began a
long deep kiss while Carol's muscles began to ripple contractions through
her bod while Sharon worked her clit.  I couldn't resist ... I straddled
CS's legs and began mouth fucking his dick, trying to outdo what Carol and
had him do to me a few nights before."

CS was getting turned on and interjected: "Best part for me was a little
later when we were fuckn side by side and we started quickly changing off
every few strokes til they lost track of who was who.  I forget which we
each came in, but I remember that we then switched off and ate each other's
seed outa each of them.

By morning there weren't too many things we hadn't tried.  Damn.  From then
on we all were inseparable.  Carol and Sharon even followed us to grad
school.  And that night formed our habits -- habits that we kept up after
we got married and started tryn to have you guys."

Fuck.  Zak and I, sitting in the back seat, got so fukn turned on as they
told us about them and our moms.  We were sittn there jackn each other,
both wondering which of our dads' seed we each came from.  And we noticed
that dad had unzipped himself and reached across to unzip CS ... with one
hand he was jackn CS as he drove while with the other hand he was jackn
himself.

Damn.  Hearing them tell how they first got into dick was like welding the
bond between the four of us.  Damn.  I wanted ... no ... both Zak and I
wanted ... needed ... to tell them how we'd gotten into our dicks ... we
wanted to weld our bond even tighter.