Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 06:21:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 4 ? Cumming Out

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Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 4 -- Cumming Out
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Damn.  I was as surprised and embarrassed as our dads were when I
accidentally walked in on my dad fucking Zak's dad.  All of us froze.  I
stammered out "sorry" and backed out of their room back into Zak's and my
room and shut the door.  My eyes must have been wide when I looked at Zak
and said. "Our dads were fucking."  Zak was stunned for a sec then laughed
and said "Fucking A.  This makes coming out to them a helluva lot easier."

The door between our dads' room and Zak's and my room opened behind me.
Both of them had pulled pants on and stood there looking awkward and
sheepish as fuck.  No one seemed to know what to say.  Dad at last
stammered out "Guys..." and then trailed off.  Zak's dad tried to crack a
joke "Guess it's too early ta have a drink..." and he trailed off.  I was
feeling awkward as fuck and didn't know what to say.  Zak was usually
pretty good at coming up with fast responses.  I could tell that the
bastard was enjoying everyone's nervousness and was prolonging it ... he
just kept quiet as everyone got more and more awkward.  At last he laughed
and said "This makes it all a hulluva lot easier.  We all know how our
balls drive us."

The laugh eased some of the awkwardness, and I started chucking a bit too.
"Sit down. There's lots to talk about."  Our dads were still more nervous
than I'd ever seen them ... normally they were total type A's and always in
control of any situation.  The 4 of us sat on the beds facing each other.
Like in most motel rooms the beds weren't far apart, so we sat there across
from each other, a little closer than what was comfortable.

I started: "Zak and I wanted to be open with you.  We had been trying to
figure out how to come out to you during this trip.  We didn't know how
you'd take it.  We were afraid ..."

Dad interrupted "You mean ...?"  I interrupted him "Yah.  Zack and I have
been getting it on with each other for a couple of years."  Zak put his arm
around my shoulders and interrupted "And with other buds too.  But now
we're getting serious about each other."  Fucking god damn.  That was the
first time either of us had admitted to ourselves, let alone others, that
we were getting serious.

Our dads looked in part relieved, in part quizzical, but still nervous and
embarrassed.  Zak's dad said "Sounds like there's a helluva lot to talk
about both directions."

Just then there was a knock on the door "Housekeeping.  Check out time."
Dad shouted "We'll be out in a couple of minutes". Then tried to change the
subject a bit: "It's about 6 hours to Nelson.  Last night the computer said
there'd be a dump of fresh snow at Whitewater today, so the powder will be
great tomorrow.  We'd better get a move on.  With the snow the road might
be bad.  Uhh ... Damn ... Uhh ... Uhh ... I guess you need to know more
about us too.  We can talk more on the road.  And when we get there, we're
all going to need some stiff drinks."  Zak had the nerve to joke "Yah, the
drinks won't be the only thing that's stiff."

Dad was smiling as he joked "You fucked up kids" and reached over and
tousled my hair.  I retorted "From what I saw this morning you two do a
good job fucking too."  Then I added "but you pull out too early."  We all
chuckled, relaxed, dressed, packed, hurried to breakfast, and hit the road.

The rest of the day we had so fuckn much to talk about.  For most of the
trip Zak and I leaned forward with our arms on their seat backs, all of us
sharing years of our hidden lives.  We'd always known that our dads were
wild and had lived in a communal house when they spent a couple of years
being ski bums.  That's where they had met our moms.  Zak and I had always
imagined and speculated about that.

Dad began to explain while driving:

"We haven't told you a lot about that year we ski bummed and lived in a
group house in Whistler ... your moms insisted we keep quiet about lots of
it.  Our life centered around skiing and trying to find a bit of money with
periodic liftee jobs and various odd jobs.  We were always broke ...  but
always had lots of brew and weed.  A whole two years of a helluva lot of
partying.  Including us and your moms there were 5 guys and 3 chicks
crashing there.  Damn.  That ratio always left some of us horny, even after
picking up chicks when drinking at The Boot and the Longhorn.  So as you
can imagine, we all got pretty free, and ended up doing about everything
you can imagine between all of us.  We had our share of all-in orgies, and
lots of pairing or tripling off with about everyone.  The 3 chicks couldn't
keep up with 6 horny dudes so we all developed a taste for dick.

"Gradually your moms and us gravitated to each other. When we finally
decided to go back to graduate school all 4 of us went together and lived
together.  Man, it was hot being in bed together while your moms made love
to each other and we sucked each other's dicks.  It was even hotter when
all of us took turns fucking each other.  But gradually your moms and us
just sorta paired up and things just evolved into 2 couples.  By the time
we graduated we'd all decided to get married.  You've seen pictures of the
ceremony ... all 4 of us standing there getting married.  Your moms both
wanted to have kids, so we got rid of the birth control ... but that didn't
stop all of us sharing.  Man, it was a fucking turn-on knowing that we were
shoving each other's seed in deeper ... Then you guys were born."

After a long awkward pause while it all began to sink in I asked "You mean
Zak and I could be half brothers?"  Zak as usual had the balls to joke
"Which of you had the most seed and the stronger sperm?" Then he joked to
me "Guess we both can take our pick on which of em we each call dad."

Zak and I had been constantly on the edge of being boned for the whole trip
because of all the edging before we left and because of this morning.  Now
our bones were raging. We playfully tussled in the back seat, teasing each
other and our dads about whose son we were, joking about how everyone had
always told us we looked alike.  The tussling gradually included groping
each other's balls and wood.

Zak's dad said "Hey guys cut it out, simmer down."  And then after a short
pause he added "Don't do anything we wouldn't do."

Yes!!!  Zak and I almost didn't need that permission.  We'd had sex in cars
a lot while driving with buds to and from ski and hiking trips, so it
didn't seem awkward being in the back seat unzipping each other's jeans.
Fuck ... I love the feel of another's hand controlling the stroke and tempo
and feel of my dick.  Our hands were busy on each other's bones, mimicking
what each other's hands were doing ... changing motions ... massaging the
balls ... lightly fingering the shaft ... full grip stroke ... palming and
twisting on the knob ... sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

Soon we were sliding each other's jeans and boxers down and I leaned over
and began sucking.  When having sex in the car with our other buds, it had
always been a mix of turning each other on and macho joking and
challenging.  But this time, with our dads in the front seats, it was so
fucking weird, and having come to realize how deep we were welded, it was
fucking more intense. ... Ah man ... 4 best buds.

It wasn't long before I could feel Zak tensing and hear his breathing
getting harder and faster.  I overheard Zak's dad say to my dad "Remind you
of old times?"  Dad responded "Fuck.  The best times."  Then he said over
his shoulder to us "Try to keep the mess down."

I slid one hand under Zak's leg so I could keep tight finger pressure on
the vein between his balls and dick.  The other hand began to pump his
shaft full fisted while my mouth sucked his cockhead, lips concentrating on
its rim, tongue circling on its piss lips.  Soon his hips were bucking
... he was moaning ... cum was overflowing my mouth, drooling onto his
crotch.  I moved my head up to French kiss my best friend's -- my brother's
- seed back into his mouth.

Zak then took his turn on my dick.  Fuck ... When I came is was so fuckn
intense knowing that I was filling my brother with my seed while our dads
were there with us.  Damn.  I don't know which was more intense, him
seeding my mouth or me seeding his, or doing it in the presence of our
dads.  God damn.

It was starting to get dark and the windshield wipers were having a hard
job keeping up with the snow.  The snowflakes were flying fast, white
streaks shining from the car's headlights.  Dad shifted in his seat behind
the wheel and said "The clouds are spewing a lot more cum than you guys
ever could."

We finally got to the hotel in Nelson.  A guy about our age was working the
front desk -- an obvious ski bum with long scraggly hair, a red beard, and
a sunburned or wind-chafed face.  Dad asked for the 2 double rooms he'd
reserved.  While the guy looked for our reservation we asked him where we
could buy some good Canadian rye, and asked him about the best runs for
tomorrow.  He was having problems.  At last he said "someone must have
fouled up your reservation.  All I have available is one room with 2 queen
beds."