Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2016 23:27:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com> Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 12 ? Dad's Bud Remember! 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 of this serial "2 Buds Cum Out to Dads" is created and 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. chuck8018@yahoo.com Copyright 2016 * * * * Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 12 -- Dad's Bud * * * * We finished washing the cum off our bods, dressed, and Don and Rick helped us pack up our shit and load into the SUV. Zak's and my dads were raring to go ... for some reason they wanted to get to the heli-ski lodge early. Zak and I wanted to hang longer with Don and Rick so we lingered a bit in the hotel room. Don, Rick, Zak, and I exchanged our cell and media addresses ... especially for vid messaging ... and we promised to keep in touch. Zak described the workout bar setup he had at the end of his bed. ... and how our buds and girlfriend had used it to send us off bigtime at the beginning of this ski trip ... and he showed some pics on his phone of him and me strapped to it during this trip's send-off party. That was the clincher. Don and Rick promised to stop in on a road trip in the spring before Zak and I left for our summer forest firefighting jobs. During the drive to the lodge our dads, Zak, and me talked about the last few days. Our dads continued to open up about how they met our moms when all 4 of them, another chick, and 3 other dudes shared a house -- and shared each other -- when they had spent 2 years in Whistler being ski bums. And Zak and I explained more about the gradual shift of our sexual attention from our mutual girlfriend Liz to each other. Damn. No wonder we were four best friends ... we were so much alike. "Damn, I love you guys." As we arrived at the lodge I looked down at Zak's crotch. Just like me his jeans were sporting a wet spot. We were stoked looking forward to a week of heli-skiing as we unloaded our gear from the SUV. The guy at the front desk started to check us in. When he saw dad's name he said "Ah. Just a minute. I have to get the manager ... he wanted to welcome you personally." The manager came out and put an arm around dad's shoulder and gave him a hug. "Brad. Long time no see". Dad replied "Heh Jack. Let's see, Zak and Chuck are 21, so it must be what, about 22 years ago." He then introduced Jack and me. Zak's dad put an arm around Jack ... I got the sense that he wanted to French kiss him but held back because of the dude at the desk and other guests lounging around ... "Hey JO" He introduced Jack to Zak, explaining that everyone back in their ski bums days had always called him by his initials, JO. JO told us he'd show us our rooms. As they headed down the hallway he whispered some sort of question to our dads. We could hear dad's reply: "Don't worry about what Chuck and Zak would think ... all 4 of us are open and out ... we'll take the room with a king bed ... it beats the fuck out of 2 queen beds." He showed us two interconnecting rooms. Zak had the balls to joke "No fair man. Chuck and I'll trade you our queen beds for your king." Dad looked at JO and joked back "Problem with kids ... no respect for whose paying for the trip." JO showed us around ... the ski storage room, the drying room, the ski shop, lounge, dining hall. Then he said "Make yourselves at home. I'm going to be busy today checking in the other 16 guests, but after dinner let's catch up on old times." By dinner time all of the guests had arrived and all gathered for the group dinner and introductions. Damn. I love the comradery of in-shape dudes all charged up with adrenalin and the excitement of a week of getting it on with the snow. Everyone seemed to hit it off well and spent the evening drinking and getting to know each other. It was the last day for a week that our muscles wouldn't be hammered by the end of the day. It was late when the four of us headed back to our rooms. Man. These digs were luxurious -- 5 star ... not at all the rough and tumble hostel-like ski digs Zak and I were used to. The sheets and the covers felt so crisp and great against our bare skin. Even though we left open the door between our dads' and our rooms the large rooms felt so private. After days of screwing around with others it felt so intimate snuggling and spooning against each other's bods. Zak rolled over to face me ... oh man ... we embraced each other in a powerful hug and kiss that lasted forever ... our two bods trying to merge through our mouths ... "I love you, man". Eventually we pulled our mouths apart and Zak spooned behind me, his arms around me, chest tight against my back, his stubble-rough cheeks tight to my face ... "Chuck ... man ... I want this to last forever man". "Mmm ... Zak ... love you man ... I need every inch of your bod inside of me." His hug got tighter, our bods instinctively synched our breathing, his hips and legs began hugging me as tight as his arms. We heard knocking on our dads' room door. The light turned on and shined into our room. We heard dad open their door and JO's voice as they all greeted each other. JO noticed the door to our room was open and walked over to shut it. Zak's dad interrupted him "That's ok. Leave it open. All of us are cool with it." And then he added "It makes it more intense ... but turn off the light." After the light went off Zak and I could hear the familiar sound of his shoes dropping and the subtle sounds of him climbing into bed with them, and the rustle of bods moving together on top of the sheets. Zak held his hug tight during the interruption. We silently listened, not moving, enjoying the feel of each others' bods while we got even hornier listening to the rustle of our dads and JO as they began to get it on. "Zak's and my cocks were both getting harder and starting to drool as we partly heard and partly imagined what our dads were doing. I reached back to help guide Zak's cock in. He whispered "Wait a sec, I'll get the lube." I replied "Nah man ... let's go natural. I pulled my hand back and spit into it a couple of times, then reached down and stroked it onto his cock. He said "Ah man, I don't want to hurt ya, give me your hand." I brought my hand up to my side, he spit a couple of times into it, then I reached down and stroked his spit to mix with mine on his cock. I joked "You didn't care about hurt'n me, u just wanted me ta rub your dick harder." He shot back "Think so, eh?" and powerfully shoved his cockhead past my ass ring. Damn, it sure wasn't like when lubed. I let out a loud cross between a gasp and a moan. His piston continued to reciprocate in my cylinder ... he was an expert in keeping its friction tight against my prostate and I was practiced at keeping my ass-ring's friction tight on his shaft ... my gasps gradually dissolved into moans in synch with his forceful downstrokes. We could overhear JO telling our dads "Damn. I see why you wanted to leave the door open. It's just like our old times." We could overhear their conversation continue between the quieter times when they must have been jackn or suckn each other. Zak continued to hold me tight, but his thrusts became more gentle and quiet as we tried to listen in. Ah man. Both of us were getn so turned on by our dad's conversation and the sounds of their sex. Our dads and JO sounded like they were making up for lost time. We could overhear dad explaining how the 4 of us had always been close -- 4 best buds -- but had no idea about each other til we'd discovered about each other earlier on this trip. JO joked "You sure one of them isn't my kid?" Dad replied "No way. We'd calculated your last time was about a year before Chuck was born." Zak's dad added "But we're not absolutely sure which of us is the father of each of them." Dad added "We talked to them about that earlier this trip and they seemed kewl about it." Zak and my focus gradually returned to each other ... and each other's bods. Then he changed. His hips pushed his cockhead just barely inside my ass-ring's muscles and held it there, perfectly still ... my ear felt his breath, so gentle ... his tongue slowly explored inside my ear ... his cock began exploring deeper into my ass ... so fukn slow ... so fukn gentle ... I'd never experienced Zak being so gentle ...I could feel the fullness gradually crawl deeper into me. Zak started pumping deeper and slower ... each thrust more forceful than before. I don't know which of our hearts was pumping harder. Our breathing was spiraling up. His hips shoved his piston balls deep and held it there, pushing hard as if trying to force his whole bod into mine. I could feel his bod tremble and seize. He whispered into my ear "Love you bro" as his arms and bod squeezed my bod tight as fuck, squeezing his seed deep into me. Zak and I drifted to sleep, arms around each other, dreamily listening to our dads and JO seeding each other while reliving their past. God damn. The next 3 days we skied our balls off. And the next 3 nights were spirals of intensity as the 5 of us listened to each other through the open door while we screwed the fuck out of our buds. And then came the overnight trip where the 5 of us and JO's strongest guide were helicoptered to a ridge to begin a 2 day crosscountry ski mountaineering and tenting trip.