Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2016 05:29:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads - Part 14 - Road Cum

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Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 14 -- Road Cum
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While we were packing the SUV we texted Don and Rick a closeup of our 4
bones pressed next to each other in bed last night, told them we'd be in
Nelson about noon , invited them to brew and lunch at the booth where we'd
met Rick, ... and we told em we had big news.

When we got to the bar in Nelson there was Don, scraggly red hair and
beard, sun and wind burned face, sitting in the booth we all used a week
ago.  When he saw us he said loud enough for all nearby to hear "How the
fuck ur cocks been?" and stood up and gave all of us strong hugs ... with
sloppy open-lipped kisses ... in obvious public view in his and his bud's
favorite bar.

Fuckn A.  This wasn't the shy and clamped-down Don we'd met a week ago.  He
wasn't even blushing.  We musta been a good influence on him, or was it a
bad influence?

Rick showed up right behind us and the 6 of us squeezed into the
four-person booth and ordered lunch and a couple pitchers of brew. Don
wasn't shy about putting a hand on Rick's crotch saying "Damn.  You guys
were right.  A number of my buds really are inta getn it on any way they
can. I didn't have a clue."

Rick chuckled and said "You know how a good ski binding pops open when it
needs to, even if you have the tension cranked way down?  You guys sure
were the fall that Don needed.  His cock has been popped out and cumming
ever since you were here last week."

Amidst the chuckle dad joked "Just like the old Marker Explodamats."  Zak's
dad chuckled.  Our two dads were the only ones old enough to know what the
hell that was, though Zak and I had heard their tales about them.

They wanted us to stay the night but we explained that we had to get going
on our drive back home.  At the last minute, as we were getting up, Zak and
I put our arms around each other and announced that we were getting married
and that they sure as fuck better get to our wedding ... and that we'd be
sure to make it worth their while.  At a few nearby tables some strangers
and a few of Don's and Rick's good buds could easily overhear.  They gave
us a bit of a macho cheer ... there was a clinking of beer mugs as they
were raised to say "right-on man".

We debated whether to stop midway or to drive straight through.  It would
probably take only 10 or 11 hours; depending on the snow we could make it
back to Eugene by 1 or 2 AM.  We could share the driving and sleeping, and
as we all know, there are a helluva lot of ways that a dude can keep the
driver awake.  And best, that would give our dads a chance to crash with us
in our place for a couple of nights ... they could experience first-hand
Zak's gym bars -- we'd told them about the role they played in the farewell
party that had kicked off the trip.

As we drove into one of the areas with cell reception Zak got a text from
Liz, our ex-mutual girlfriend, or our current close friend with benefits,
or whatever the fuck she was, er, is ... ah man, she'd been hot at that
farewell party.  She said she had big news ... She needed to talk with us
... When would we be back?

Shit.  What was the news?  Was she pregnant?  Had did she have an STD (we'd
both been fucking with her unwrapped)?  God damn.  That settled the debate.
We texted "Driving Bak L8 tnite C u 2morro"

At first we weren't tired and joked and talked ... a bit about Liz, a lot
about sex and dick, and even more about Zak and me getn married.  Dad said
that if gay marriage were as accepted back when they were younger, Zak's
dad and he would likely have married each other.  Ah man, the idea seemed
so hot, my best friend's dad and my dad being married ... until Zak said
"Hey man.  That wouldn't have been cool for me. Where'd I be?"  Dad joke
"Well, half of you would be in my ass."  I replied "Now that assumes you
two would be monogamous.  Fat chance."

The darkness made the vacant distances seem longer.  And our bods were all
tired from the last week.  The bright streaks of snowflakes reflecting the
headlights as they sped towards the windshield ... with the rhythm of the
windshield wipers it was all so fukn mesmerizing.  It was hard to stay
awake.

On the way up from Eugene we'd always paired off in the SUV: Zak and me
both together in the back or both in the front when one of us was driving,
Dad and Zak's dad the opposite.  Now, after the last week, it didn't the
fuck matter ... sometimes I was sitting with Zak, but equally often with
dad or Zak's dad.

Over the last week we'd gotten used to sleeping against each other's bods
... and those in the back seat tended to drift off, with their heads often
resting on each other.  That was cool, as long as someone kept the driver
awake.

In Spokane, just before hitting the freeway, we stopped to take a piss, to
grab some takeout grub and coffee, and to change drivers.  Zak's dad took
his turn at driving with me sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

To relieve the tedium, and to keep the driver awake, we started reliving
our last week.  Damn.  That first night when I accidentally caught our dads
fucking ... god damn.  We'd never had a clue they were more than just good
buds.  It sure as fuck had made it easier for Zak and me to come out to
them.  And dad reminded us of that first night in Nelson when we'd had the
one motel room with two queen beds, and how we'd woken up horny in the
middle of the night and he and I ended up listening and watching each other
while our best friends mouth-fucked our dicks.

Damn.  Our bones were getting so fukn hard talking about it all ... each of
us making our tale a bit more horny than the previous one, sometimes
accidentally or on purpose mixing up two different times.  I looked over at
Zak's dad and saw that his hand resting on his crotch, fingers subtly
massaging his dick through his jeans.  Ah man, I could help him stay awake.
I reached across the console and took over from his hand massaging his semi
through his jeans.  I fumbled with his zipper, but it was awkward reaching
across.  He reached down, undid his belt, unzipped, and shifted his ass in
his seat to allow his jeans to slide a bit below his balls.

His dick was only half hard, and I was thinking about how long I would need
to keep him alert, so I decided to go slow with him.  I took his cockhead
between my thumb and forefinger, my finger tight in the crease on the
underside of his head, and slowly pulsed them in gentle squeezes while both
began tiny little circling movements ... the circles would be imperceptible
if you watched, but I knew how good it'd slowly begin to feel.

I looked back into the back seat.  Dad's head was asleep on Zak's shoulder,
but Zak had noticed what I was doing and had pulled his cock out, slowly
palming it.

I kept up the same slow motions for 10 or 15 miles.  Zak's dad's cock was
still only semi, but I could tell he was enjoying it ... his bod seemed to
be flexing a bit in time with my rhythm.  A little pre appeared on his piss
lips.  It was like the times when you are lying in bed, slowly awakening,
languidly palming it, and it gets moist with a little pre.

The pre was good lube for a short while, but soon got sticky, and then sort
gluey.  I spit into my hand to help, but asked the guys in the back seat
whether they could find any lube.  Zak answered "Christ.  Amongst all our
bags? Good Luck." Then he added "I'll see about making some."

Dad must have been waking up ... he roused right up when he heard that
comment.  He pulled his out and began to jack ... I dunno ... was he horny,
or tryn to help, or both?  It wasn't long before each of their hand was
stroking the other's dick.  Nothing was said, but I got the impression that
each was tryn ta hold back cumming while tryn ta make the other cum first.

I enjoyed watching them trying various techniques to win.  Dad was holding
Zak's cock firmly at the base, rotating his wrist, while his fingers were
going wild on his balls.  Meanwhile his other hand was concentrating on the
cockhead: his forefinger and thumb had formed an "o" and was stroking the
very edge of the cockhead's rim as fast as fuck.

Zak had dad's cock in a full back-handed grip, pumping the full length of
the shaft.  During each pump his wrist turned his hand quickly back and
forth ... he finished each stroke with a twist around and on top of the
knob.

Watching was making me so fuckn horned.  Zak's dad seemed alert at the
wheel so I let go of his cock and began to wail on mine.

Damn.  I looked back again.  As I watched they kept changing technique. I
could see their thighs beginning to react in tense contractions.  Dad
reached for an old coffee cup ... each aimed the others' cock at it ... as
soon as one of them began spurting the other started.  It's hard to aim
another guy's cock when he's cumming ... they were able to get most of
their jizz into the cup, but a fair amount got on their hands and clothes.
They handed the cup to me ... I sped up my stroke and added my seed to
theirs ... and to my hand and jeans.

My fingers scooped up some of the lube and resumed jacking Zak's dad.  I
kept the pace slow to make it last through the miles.  His hips and facial
expression let me know when he was getting close to cumming, so I'd back
off for awhile.  I'd let his cock start to get semi then load up with a bit
more lube and start him up again.

A mileage sign appeared ... we were only 20 miles from where we were going
to stop for gas and more coffee.  I scooped up the last of the mix and
began to wail on his cock in earnest.  He was breathing hard.  His thighs
were humping his hips up off the seat.  He clenched his eyes ... "Heh, man,
watch the road."

His eyes and mouth both opened ... he let off a moan from deep in his
balls.  He shot spurt after spurt after spurt.  My hand was covered ... and
lots was on his jeans.  I lifted his shirt and rubbed my hand dry on his
trail and chest hair.  Then I tried to rub most off of his jeans and rubbed
that under his shirt too.

When we got to the truck stop I was just finishing rubbing my own spilled
cum off my jeans and licking my hand clean.  We filled up and went inside
for some coffee.  While the waitress was pouring our coffee she said, a bit
teasingly "A nice familiar smell you guys have got on ya."  And when she
came back for refills she added "Nice truckers' shinny spots on your
jeans."

A couple of truckers at a nearby table laughed.

We each headed to the restroom to take a piss and to clean up as much as we
could, but most was dried just enough that the water made the spots more
obvious.  We switched drivers with Zak's dad and me climbing into the back
seat.  We joked and teased about the waitress for the next 50 miles until
Zak's dad and I fell asleep, our bods resting against each other.

We got back to Zak's and my place about 2 AM.  We didn't dare leave our
shit in the SUV overnight, so pulled it inside and left it in a heap on the
floor to unpack tomorrow.

We all stripped and squeezed our tired bods into Zak's bed ... lying there
you couldn't ignore the pullup bar setup he had at its foot.  As we were
falling asleep Zak said to our dads "Tomorrow afternoon we've gotta go talk
with Liz, but before we go we can start workn out on it for a bit ... it'll
give you something to do til we get back."