Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 17:48:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 13? Fuck Monogamy

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Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 13 -- Fuck Monogamy
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The last three days of skiing had been awesome ... nailing figure 8's
through the dry powder ... nailing each other til our balls were dry at
night.  Now we were stoked.  Zak, me, our dads, JO, and his strongest guide
were unloading from the helicopter on a ridge deep in the mountains to
begin a two day backcountry ski mountaineering trip.  We had packed light,
just two 2-man tents for the 6 of us, but the packs were still heavy with
our winter gear.

When we camped that night we were still sweaty from the various uphill
slogs; but cranking down the variety of slopes had made it worthwhile.  We
set up camp on the snow and broke out our stoves and food.  While we ate
the wind picked up and it started to snow.  We retreated to our tents,
peeled off our sweaty clothes, and slipped into our bags.  It was a tight
fit, but 3 of us managed to squeeze into each of the 2 small tents.  Our
bags and our bods pressed tight against each other.  Every time one of us
moved the other 2 would have to readjust.  We were dog tired.  And the
temperature was dropping.  We snuggled up to each other ... sex wasn't on
our minds, just the comradery of 3 guys with tired muscles trying to stay
warm and sleep.

The next day was beautiful.  We still had to work hard on a few uphill
slogs, but the skiing was wicked awesome.  By early afternoon we were less
than half a mile to where the chopper would pick us up.

JO cautioned us about this last chute that we had to traverse ... we took
the usual precautions, loosening our pack straps, checking our avalanche
beacons.  We traversed across one at a time while the others kept watching
uphill and intensely watching each of us.  Jo's guide and our dads each
crossed.  Then it was my turn. In relative safety past the chute's edge I
stopped to watch for Zak.  JO was the last, watching him from the far side.

I saw the snow slowly start to move.  "ZAACCCKKKK!"  I couldn't get
anything else out of my mouth.  Fuck.  My life long closest bud -- the guy
I loved more than anything else in the world.  Others were shouting
warnings to all: "Avalanche!".

The only thing Zak could do is try to outski it -- that never works but
there was no choice.  I kept my eyes fixed on his bod and its surroundings
as he tried to outrace it diagonally down to the edge of the chute.  I
watched the tumbling mass of snow overtake his skis and strip them from his
legs, one ski windmilling into the air.  I watched his bod somersault until
the cloud of powder obliterated the view.  I kept my eyes focused on what
would have been his bod's trajectory, trying to match and memorize the
locations of everything I saw.

Stunned silence.  White.  One of his skis somehow sticking upright where it
had flipped when he was first hit.  One glove lying far down the slope.
Not a hint of where he'd be.  I knew the drill ... I'd been on mountain
rescue teams for several years: the absolute rules: stop and wait, make
sure it's safe, then organize a methodical search.  But this was Zak.  This
was part of me.  Fuck the usual drill.

I jumped my skis into the avalanche's debris, pointing my skis towards a
cliff dropoff that I knew ... that I fuckn knew ... that I god damned knew
... that he was trying to head to.  They were all shouting "Chuck! Stop!"
I could hear dad telling the others to let me go, that I knew the risks and
that I'd be so upset I'd be useless in the search.  I could hear JO
shouting into his radio "one buried" and giving our coordinates.

My hands were desperately fumbling to switch my avalanche beacon from send
to receive ... I stopped my skis on the edge of the drop-off ... nothing
but white.  I was crying as I jumped my skis off the edge, searching under
the small cliff.  The beacon's beeps seemed to be picking up a signal.  Was
it on test? I checked. Nope.  Another thirty feet and the beeps were going
wild.  He was near!!!

I threw my pack off and pulled out the avalanche probe and shovel.  On
about the fourth thrust into the snow I hit something that felt
soft. Another thrust a couple of inches away ... man, I hope I'm not
hitting his eyes ... or his balls.  I shouted "I think he's here."  In no
time we were all frantically digging. His shoulder!!!  His arms.  Damn, his
head.  As I cleared the snow from his face he looked at me and said "I
don't wanna be monogamous yet."

What?  Everyone became concerned, was he all right? Had he hit his head?
Was he delirious?  We asked his name, his birthday, where he was.  All his
answers seemed ok.

While we were digging him out, JO and dad pulled out their first aid
equipment and sleeping bags.  When we pulled him out he was shaking, or
maybe shivering.  I started to strip him, dad took over and told me to
strip.  JO zipped the 2 sleeping bags together.  Zak's dad stripped too and
we got him into the bags between me and his dad.  It was like hugging an
iceberg.  Zak's shivering subsided as he gradually warmed.  Being
always-joking Zak, he asked "Aren't you supposed to warm me from the
inside?"  I lamely joked back "We're sure as fuck not going to freeze our
cocks off, especially not for you, fucker."

By the time the helicopter got there we had warmed him up and had checked
him out.  He was ok.  It was late afternoon when the chopper got us back to
the lodge.  After a long shower Zak came down to the lounge.  The other
guests all clustered round offering lots of drinks and high-fives and
asking him all sorts of questions.

Zak, and all of us, called it a very early night.  When we got back to our
room his joking and tough-guy personas began to crack.  Fuck.  Tears were
streaming from his eyes.  He said "It's all just starting to hit me.  Damn.
I wanna keep you guys close."  We all stood there hugging ... both Zak and
I pretended we weren't crying.

Even though we were tired as fuck, none of us started stripping our clothes
off for a night's sleep ... we just needed to be close.  Zak layed down on
our dad's bed.  I layed next to him.  His dad layed on his other side, with
dad on the far side of Zak's dad.  All of our arms hugged all four of us.
We lay there perfectly still, quiet as fuck, letting our entire beings
merge while we got our minds around what had happened and around our lives.
Fuck.  The day had taken its toll.  We started to drift to sleep.

Dad got up to turn out the light.  The moon reflecting on the snow
continued to dimly light the room.  As usual, he stripped when he got back
into bed.  We all stirred ... all stripped and got under the sheets for a
much needed night's sleep.  Zak and I were lying on our sides, facing each
other, Zak's dad was spooning behind him, my dad spooning behind his best
bud ... all of our arms wrapped around each other, our bodies tight,
totally united, totally at peace, falling asleep in one group hug ... 4
best buds.

I hadn't been asleep long when I felt Zak's face snuggling tight to mine.
I could feel wet drops running down his cheeks. When I opened my eyes I
could see that his eyes were open, staring at me.  Our arms tightened
around each other.  Ah man, I love that dude ... A few tears slowly ran
down my cheeks ... our mouths sucked on each other's tongues.  We'd always
kissed a lot while sexing, but this was different, it had never been as
intense -- as full of emotion - as this.

Memories of our whole life, and the avalanche, flowed between our tongues.
As I thought back to the avalanche a weird thought crossed my mind, and I
interrupted ourselves.  "When we dug you out today why the fuck did you say
`I don't wanna be monogamous yet' ?"

Zak replied: "I thought I was gona be dead and I was wishing I'd had the
chance to marry you and spend our lives together.  But I also thought about
all of our buds and Don and Rick ... I knew I wasn't ready to stop playing
the field ... I must have been in the midst of processing all that when you
got to me."

I replied "I'd marry you in a sec.  And fuck monogamy."

Zak sort of joked "Did one of us just propose?"  I replied "I dunno who
proposed and who accepted, but both mighta just happened."

Our bods pulled tight together.  God damn.  Both of our cocks were rock
hard, and both of them were already wet.  Zak resumed our kiss, then pulled
apart and said to me "I want ur baby man" and rolled over on his side,
facing his dad.

I put my arm tight around Zak's chest and began nibbling his shoulders and
neck.  Damn ... I don't know whose shoulders were more muscled, mine or
his.  With one arm wrapped around his body, I worked the other hand between
the pillow and our heads and raised my shoulders and my head on my elbow.
The side of my face pressed against the side of his.  Damn ... I loved the
feel of our three-day-old stubble rasping against our cheeks. ... he
twisted his head towards mine, my tongue reached inside the corner of his
mouth.

I rolled one leg over his thigh and hooked his leg with mine, forcing my
hips tight against his ass.  My bone didn't need any hand to guide it
... my hips guided my cockhead along his thighs, then forced my cock
between his ass-cheeks and tight against his ass ring's muscles.

Both of our dads had awakened with our stirring.  Zak's dad was on his side
staring into Zak's eyes.  Dad's arm was around Zak's dad's bod, the elbow
on his other arm supporting his head next to Zak's dad's.  The four of us
gazed into each other's eyes, feeling each other's breath.  Time stopped.
4 best friends ... forever.

My hips forced my cock harder against Zak's ass ... it was like his ass
opened itself to suck it in ... I held the push as the ring clenched around
the top of my shaft just under my cockhead's rim ... every muscle in both
of our bods was held frozen tight ... it was like both of our bods were
trying to merge through every pore in our skin.  Zak shut his eyes either
in the grimace that accompanies that familiar pain of a cock's first
entrance, or shut his eyes to seal into this head that feeling of pleasure
... or the mix of both.  His dad noticed ... leaned forward, and gently
kissed him.  Zak opened his eyes, looked deep into his dad's eyes, and with
his arm around his dad's shoulders, pulled their two faces together, opened
his mouth slightly, and pressed their mouths tight.

My arm reached over and pulled dad's head tight against Zak and his dad and
me.  Four best friends.  The contact strengthened the weld between us,
protecting us from the fear of the emptiness of having almost lost one of
us.

Dad's hips began to move tighter against his best bud's ass.  Zak's dad
moaned as dad's cock forced its way inside ... the pressure gradually moved
Zal's dad closer to Zak until their bods were pressed together.  Both of
their cocks exchanged their intensity as they touched.  I reached down and
took their two cocks in hand and began to stroke ... no, slowly caress
... them together.  Ah man.  All four of us.  Tight together.  No way would
we let the fuckn world separate us.

My hips slowly undulated closer to Zak, slowly forcing my cock deeper into
his gut ... so fukn slow ... so fukn gentle.  Usually about now I'd be
picking up the rhythm and straining to cum, or flipping him on his back to
watch the expression on his face while I jacked his cock while pumping mine
hard deep into his ass.  But this time I didn't want either of us to cum.
I wanted this feeling to last forever ... my hips slowly undulating the
length of my cock from shallow to deep ... slowly ... shallow to deep
... for the rest of our lives ... damn ... I wanted the feeling to never
end.

We didn't sleep most of the rest of that night ... there were so many ways
we experienced each other like never before.  Fuck.  The power of that
avalanche froze our bond tighter ... and squeezed our passion out of us
... and squeezed the cum out of our balls.

In the morning we joined the lodge's group breakfast.  Since it was the day
everyone was splitting for home they were serving some Champaign with it.
When the Champaign was served Zak stood up and jingled a glass with a spoon
til the room became quiet.  "This has been one hulluva week.  I loved
meeting you guys and getting it on with you in the snow ... skiing that
is."  Jokes about sex always elicit chuckles from guys.  As the chuckles
died down he continued: "We can all agree the snow has been great.  But
most importantly, yesterday taught me a priceless appreciation for life
... and a priceless appreciation for my good bud, Chuck.  And I want to
raise a toast to life ... and to share the news that last night Chuck and I
got engaged to be married."

The room was silent for a sec.  It took a second for it to sink in to our
heads, but then our dads and I stood up and we had a massive group hug with
Zak while we downed our Champaign.  A few of the dudes didn't take it well
and remained quiet and seated.  Fuck em.  But most got to their feet,
toasted us, and came by our table to give each of us tight hugs.

We were anxious to pack to get back to Nelson to tell Don and Rick the
news, and to get back home to celebrate with all of our friends.