Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 07:26:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com> Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 1 ? The Party This is the beginning of a multi-episode story of 4 best friends -- 2 college guys and their 2 dads -- exploring each other's sexuality. The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people or events. 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. As always, your feedback is welcomed and appreciated: chuck8018@yahoo.com Copyright 2016 ************************************ Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 1 -- The Party ************************************ Zak's and my college apartment developed a reputation as a place for living hard and playing hard -- hard in more ways than one. We had a gym pullup bar right next to the end of Zak's bed ... it had inspired a tradition with us and our friends. We would challenge each other to who could do the most pullups, or who could hold a pullup at half height the longest the while getting blown. On birthdays or other occasions, or sometimes just for the fuck of it, a bud would get tied to it standing spreadeagle, and we'd see how long we could keep him on the very edge without cuming. Zak and I had always been best friends from day 1. We'd grown up together. When Zak and I had been in elementary and junior high school we had experimented a bit with each other's cocks. By the time we got to high school our interests shifted to chicks and we'd brag to each other about the sex we'd had (or the sex we pretended to have had). And when it came time to go to college we made sure to go to college together, and room together. In college Zak's girlfriend Liz often slept at our place. One night when drunk we all messed around together. It gradually became more frequent until all 3 of us lived in the same bed with full rights anytime, depending who was around and horny: he and her, her and me, all 3 of us ... or him and me. Gradually Zak's and my interest began to focus more and more on each other -- and each other's dicks. And best of all, Liz was cool with it. Zak and I had both turned 21 over the last few months. To celebrate, our dads were taking us on a 2-week-long ski trip over an extended spring break. Our dads had been best buds since college, and Zak and I and our dads had always been close. Our dads would often take Zak and I skiing or biking or camping or hiking or hunting. Our dads loved anything requiring competition, sweat and skill, loved raising a bit of hell, and made sure we did too. They were like best buds to us ... we were 4 best friends. We had always been as open with our dads as with our buds. And we wanted to be open with them about our deepening relationship with each other's dicks ... but we were nervous as fuck about how they'd take it. We thought that the ski trip would give us a great opportunity to come out to them. When drunk or stoned with friends we talked about how to come out to our dads. As usual, there was a lot of macho joking and teasing and challenging about it. We knew that they couldn't resist giving us a wild send-off for what they called our ski and out trip. The night before our dads were to come by Liz and our buds Mark and Pete came by to help us pack -- and for one fuck of a send-off party. It wasn't long before the pile of empty beer bottles was growing. Soon Mark was unbuckling my belt and Pete was unzipping Zak's jeans. Liz pulled our t's off over our heads. Man, feeln a hand unzip my jeans gets my bone so fukn hard so fukn fast. Mark grabbed my shoulders and half pushed, half pulled me to Zak's bed; he threw me onto the bed. Pete threw Zak on the bed next to me. We were laying at the end of the bed between the posts of the pullup bar. I watched Zak's bone pop out of his boxers as Pete pulled his jeans off, then I felt my jeans being pulled off. Damn. As soon as my jeans were off Mark and Pete grabbed my arms and pulled me upright. I didn't resist as they tied me spreadeagle to the pullup bar and its frame. Then they tied Zak standing spreadeagle face to face to me. Damn I loved to feel my all-time best bud's bod against mine. We gazed deep into each others eyes in anticipation. They pushed us about 18" apart til the ties were taut. Then they left us alone stretched spreadeagle while they all had more brew. Zak and I were standing there, legs apart, arms stretched tight to the corners, just looking at each other. Man, I'd always loved his thick pits ... with his arms stretched taut his pits looked more sexual than usual. I looked down at his cock ... it was at full staff. When looking at his junk my view was down both of our bods, taking in both of our gear, our pubes, our trails, and our muscled and ripped abs ... We were mirror images of each other. My eyes moved up his chest to his nips ... man ... I moved close to suck them, but my spreadeagled arms wouldn't let me get my head low enough to do more than lick the tip of his nips with the tip of my tongue. At least our hips could thrust our cocks against each other. I looked up to his face ... our gazes welded into each others eyes ... both our faces were taut in anticipation as our hips humped our cocks against each other's hips and junk. They noticed our hips grinding against each other and pushed us apart. They concentrated on Zak first. Each took turns slipping hands and heads between us jacking and sucking on his dick and balls and nips. Each time his breathing started getting deeper and his bod began to tense up they'd back off for awhile. Fuck. I was so fukn boned watching his bod getn taut ... watching his face tell exactly what he was feeling ... feeln their heads and hands and bods brushing against my bod and cock while they worked him over. Then they stopped. They ignored us while they drank some more and broke out the weed. I was so fuckn hyped for my turn. Damn. It seemed forever before they got back to us. This time they started jackn and suckn both of us, and rubbing our cocks together. They developed a rhythm of alternating between working each of us, with lengthy pauses til our bods and cocks would just begin to relax, then they'd start back up again. I lost track of what I was feeling ... it all merged ... it was like I could actually feel what they were doing to him as well as I if they were doing it to me. It was like watching a time lapse vid ... with short bursts of images of them sucking and massaging his nips ... then feeling hands brushing my cockhead's rim and twist-stroking over the knob while other hands jacked the shaft and worked my balls ... then watching the 3 of them taking turns deep throating Zaks cock ... then feeling them working my nips. Zak and I were both staring deep into each other's eyes ... we were so fukn connected ... it was like both of us, and all of our nips and cocks and balls, were wired together into one energized and stimulated whole. Slowly they began massaging our backs during the pauses. Gradually they started adding lube to the massage. Their hands slowly worked their way to our ass cheeks. It wasn't long before I could feel fingers probing my ass and working their way in to my prostate -- and I could watch them starting to probe Zak's ass. Zak's and my bods and hips and cocks pressed tight against each other. Zak's tongue started exploring my mouth. Damn. Our muscles were sex-taut. As our muscles got tauter our ass holes got so fukn relaxed. Fuck. I could feel a Pete's beard against my ass as his tongue worked it ... man ... at the same time I watched Zaks hips thrustn while Liz tongued his ass ... fuck ... she could turn us on almost as well as we could turn each other on. It wasn't long before our prostates were pumpn precum through our cocks. My ass tightened a bit when it felt something hard and lubed being worked into me. Damn, my prostate loves getn worked -- I was totally into it. Pete knew exactly how to move the head against the prostate to increase the intensity. Damn. I watched Zak's face grimace a bit as they worked a Bad Boy into his ass, and watched his face gradually get sex-taut ... we were both feeling the same pleasure. Then they turned the ass toys on ... the fuckn vibrators were raging against both our prostates. Our hips tightened with the feel. Our bods pushed harder against each other. I couldn't tell whether I was feeln Zaks hard muscles or my own as we pressed against each other, our bods quivering and tensing. Our mouths were sukn each other's tongues deep. Damn. Our arms stretched out spreadeagle were beginning to get sore, but our prostates and balls and dicks were raging. Our world centered on the feeling ... Everything that Zak and I were each feeling flowed from bod to bod, mouth to mouth ... I couldn't tell between what I or Zak was feeln ... it all merged into one. Our cocks were drooling ropes, soaking each other. Damn. We needed to get off so fukn bad. We used our hips to rotate our cocks against each other. Our energy was rising and falling in waves, each wave higher than the others ... our bods were so fukn taut ... man ... that feel of cum building up and needing to shoot, but being caught, needing more touch for it to happen ... Then it all stopped. They turned off the vibes. No one touched us for so fuckn long ... our cocks slowly began to relax. The piss from all the brew we'd been drinkn pushed against our cock muscles. Our bods got taut again, but this time not from the sex. We were struggling to hold back our beer piss. Then they started the ass vibrators up again at low speed. This time they also started slowly jackn our cocks with one hand while the other hand squeezed hard on the vein at the base between our cocks between the balls ... so fukn tight ... so fukn slow ... full hand grip ... slowly sliding up the shaft ... slowly twisting on the head ... slowly back ... so fukn slow ... again and again. Fuckn god damn. The feel of needing to piss and the feel of needing to cum exploded of each other, intensifying each other. I couldn't tell whether I was getting closer to cumin or pissing or both. "Hey guys, untie us before we piss all over the floor". I could tell Zak was struggling to hold his piss back as much as I was. I knew if either of us let go the other's stream would start involuntarily. Just in the nick of time they stopped and pulled us away from each other. They untied our spreadeagle legs and arms, but quickly they tied us together with our wrists behind our backs. They were laughing as Mark said "Go ahead and use the toilet. But there's no way in fuck we're gona let you have the chance of gettn each other off". We managed to get to the can without stumbling. Zak said to me "let me piss first ... soon as you start I'd be pissing all over the floor.". I replied "no fukn way." Luckily I made it facing the can first. Fuck. Have you ever tried aiming your piss out of a semi-hard cock with your hands tied to another guy behind your back, while the other guy is squirming trying to hold it in? Somehow I managed to hit the toilet most of the time, and Zak was able to hold it til we turned around for his turn. When we got back to the bedroom they shoved us back to back onto the bed, untied our wrists, then tied us spreadeagle on our backs, our bods pressed side to side, arms and legs crossing each other. Mark and Pete and Liz all laughed as they said "Don't worry. We'll untie you in the morning when your dads get here. You're going to be so fukn boned when they get here ... your bones won't go soft for the entire two week trip"