Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 05:05:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com> Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 5 ? 4 Cum Together 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 5 -- 4 Cum Together * * * * There was a bit of consternation when the guy at the hotel's desk said "someone must have fouled up your reservation. All I have is one room with 2 queen beds for you 4". Zak and I had been counting on our own room -- in part we didn't want to be sucking and fucking in front of our dads. And I think our dads were thinking that they'd be uncomfortable sexing in front of us. But in a way, all 4 of us were turned on by the idea. Zak and I hit it off with the desk guy. He was about our age. His long scraggly hair, a red beard, and a sunburned or wind-chafed face made it clear he was probably a ski bum in Nelson for the steep powder at Whitewater. We chatted with him a bit about where to drink and, more importantly, where the gnarliest powder runs would be. We all introduced ourselves. He said his name was Don. Finally Don said "I only have the one room for your first two nights, but I can give you two rooms for the last two nights." Dad quickly said "If that's all you have, we can live with it." Zak's dad quickly added, I guess to save face, "We can always manage 2 nights sleeping on the edge of the bed." Zak, being "let-it-all-hang-out" Zak, couldn't resist saying, while looking directly at me, "Unless we decide to warm each other up" -- and then he looked directly at Don behind the desk. Don blushed. And then Don said, a little tentatively and strained, "It's supposed to clear up tomorrow and I don't have to be at work til 3:00. It'll be a sweet powder day. Would you like me to show you around the mountain tomorrow?" Dad said "I hope you can keep up with us". Don replied "Right, as if..." and chuckled before continuing "Be ready to leave at 8 sharp. It takes a while to get to the hill and we want to get in first turns. Meet you outside the front door. Can I get a ride with you?" The deal was on. We went up to our room, unpacked, and hurried off to dinner. When we got back to our room we broke out our fresh bottle of Canadian rye. It didn't take long before we were all loosened up. Fuck. Half sitting, half lying back on our 2 hotel room beds ... each of us getting more turned on as we described and compared various sex experiences we'd had and how we'd each first gotten into dick ... bones were raging inside our jeans ... god damn ... the bond between Zak, me, and our dads was getting welded so fukn tight. Zak pulled me back to lie next to him on our bed, one hand massaging my bone through my jeans. Our dads were sitting back against the headboard on their bed with Zak's dad's arm around my dad's shoulders, hands busy on each other's crotches. We took turns taking swigs straight from the bottle ... one or the other of us would get up to pass the bottle, hands would touch, the room would get quieter, the burn of the rye in the throat would dissolve into the buzz in our heads. Zak got up and started striping. "Heh guys, we have ta be up early tomorrow to get in those first tracks." As he pulled his briefs off his bone popped up so hard it looked like it bounced ... sticking straight out from his bod with its usual slightly upward curve, nice mushroom head, and nice low hanging balls. Dad joked "Looks like you guys won't be asleep for awhile." We all stripped and one by one headed to the bathroom then to bed. All of us were boned, and all of us were proud to be strutting our stuff. I'd seen our dads nude a helluva lot of times in locker rooms or when camping, but I'd never seen them hard. I lay there watching dad's stiff cock and tight balls. Damn. Hung. I sure as fuck see what mom saw in him. Zak piled in under the covers next to me and put an arm on my chest, stroking one of my nips. It didn't take long for its nipple to be standing up erect. He began to suck on it, gently nibbling. He put one leg across my leg, his bone tight against my hip. He put his head next to mine and whispered "It's too quiet over there. They're probably all nervous about us being here. Let's start some action and see where it goes." His bod pushed the covers back as his shoulders slid down to my thighs. He started slurping on my cock, making louder sucking noises than usual. I figured I might as well help. Half on purpose, half subconsciously, I began some low moans between my strained breaths. We could hear rustling coming from the other bed. I lay there relaxing, enjoying the rhythm of Zak's mouth, my hand rubbing his head while it controlled his head's bobbing. I turned my head towards our dads. The lights were out but the street lights reflecting on the snow outside gently lit the room. I could make out dad lying there with his hands behind his head, elbows out. Damn I'd always admired his strong biceps and thick pits, but now for the first time they seemed so fucking sexual. Zak's dad was straddling his legs, his head moving in synch with his hand, pumping away on dad's dick ... Fucking god damn! I suddenly realized his rhythm was keeping in exact synch with Zak. When one of them was holding a dick still while their lips worked the head, the other was doing that too. And when pumping, they seemed to try to outdo each other with how firmly they gripped and how fast they pumped. Zak and his dad both used my favorite technique: with the thumb and forefinger forming an "o" they super lightly surrounded the head's rim, just barley brushing it, while they vibrated their hand. Fuck. Dad must be feeling everything I was feeling. Both of us laid there with our heads turned towards each other, both looking directly into each other's eyes, totally, completely, knowing each other ... knowing each other like never before ... our bond welded tight. Dad's breathing got heavier and faster. My own was in synch. Both of our backs began arching. We gazed into each other's eyes as our hips starting thrusting ... short little breaths ... both chests so fucking taut, expanding with each deep breath our lungs sucked in. God damn. Both of us moaning between gasps for air. Fuck ... That split second ... everything frozen at the top ... nothing but frozen sensation and overwhelming need ... then that huge release as our balls pumped load after load. Fucking A!!! Zak usually French kisses my cum back into my throat. But instead, he got up, went to our dad's bed, and French kissed my cum into my dad's throat. All of us were surprised and a bit awkward at that. But when Zak joked "We gotta keep it in the family" we all laughed. Dad playfully roughed Zak up a bit. All 3 of them roughhoused a bit. Dad ended up on top of Zak's hips. Zak's dad and I both watched, a little taken aback, as dad's hips slid down Zak's legs and took Zak's cock by the hand, playfully slapped it around a couple of times, then deep throated him to the hilt. I looked over at Zak's dad. He was jacking himself as he watched his son deep throat his best friend. Damn it was hot to watch Zak's dad's hand stroke faster and faster. Fuck ... he shot spurt after spurt over Zak and my dad. Zak must have cum in that instant ... Dad quickly french kissed Zak's cum back to Zak's dad. We were so fukn spent from the long drive, the whiskey, and the sex. Sleep came quick, and morning seemed to come quicker. Our heads were throbbing a bit during breakfast, but we managed to meet Don as promised, and were pumped that he'd be showing us the gnarliest powder runs.