Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 05:32:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com> Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads ? Part 6 ? Marking Our Territory 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. 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 6 -- Marking Our Territory * * * * Morning came quicker than our heads could take it. We were rushing to make first tracks in the fresh powder, and since we'd get sweaty skiing anyway, we didn't take time to shower. The cum on our bods must have smelled strong -- or at least it would soon when we got sweaty and our sweat mixed with its dried crusts. We scarfed down breakfast and stopped by the hotel's front desk and asked about Don, explaining that last night when he checked us in he'd offered to show us the mountain. They said he was already waiting for us out front. Dad brought the SUV around while we met up with Don. Zak's dad climbed in front, Zak, Don, and I climbed in the back seat, and we were off for the 20 minute drive to the ski area. Don sat between Zak and me. Our shoulders jostled against each other as SUV bounced over the snow ruts in the road. He felt as strong and solid as we did. I was wondering whether he noticed the smell of cum on our bods when he said "Did you guys manage to stay comfortable sleeping on the edge of the beds last night?" My mind was pondering whether that was an innocent question following up on our conversation at the desk when he said he had only one room with two beds available, ... or did he intend undertones? Zak shot back to him, "What do you think?" Don replied "The edge isn't all that comfortable." Zak upped the ante: "It depends who is doing the edge." Dad snickered. Don blushed. Don awkwardly returned to talking about skiing, and asking questions about how we skied, trying to figure out where he dared take us. The first run he took us on was a bit disappointing. It was an easy black diamond with about 18" of fresh powder over a groomed base. Watching us easily ski must have given him confidence ... all the rest of the runs were double blacks, a mix of steep powder bowls and in the trees. Late morning our dads were getting tired and hungry, so they said they'd head to Coal Oil Johnny's for a brew and lunch after the next run. The chair was only a triple, so our dads took one chair while Zak, Don, and I took another. On the way up Zak and I told Don that we all thought his choice of runs was awesome. We were sure our dads would buy him whatever he wanted to drink and eat ... don't worry about the cost. But we told him Zak and I wanted to take one more run ... we'd meet them all in the lodge for afternoon runs. Don said he'd like another run too. Zak explained that we had a private tradition the two of us wanted to keep up. Don seemed a bit disappointed and asked if he could come along too. Old fearless Zak charged ahead: "We have a tradition of leaving our cum on every ski hill we ski. Like male dogs marking their territory" Ouch. How would Don take that? I was relieved when Don said "Far fucking out. I know an awesome place for it. It's in the trees under Backside Bowl. You'll be able to watch dudes cranking the bowl while you're cranking your dicks in the trees. And it's a sweet ski on down through the trees from there." Then he added: "I'll come along and show you the place." At the top of the lift we told our dads to go ahead, the three of us would meet them in the lodge. With a loud shout Don was off over the lip, carving awesome turns down the bowl, Zak and I in hot pursuit. When we hit the trees down below Don found a place in the trees with a good view up the bowl but partly hidden. The snow was too soft to take off our skis, so Zak and I stood there facing each other with our skis interlaced. Fuckn god damn ... When we took our gloves off, unzipped, and pulled our dicks out Don squeezed his skis in too and joined us. In no time the 3 of us were jakn each other's cocks, keeping our bods close ta keep warm. Zak and I knew our usual drill: jacking each other full fisted, faster, with a tighter grip than usual to keep our cocks warm, periodically twisting each other's cockhead against the palm of a rough glove. Don learned the technique quick. Man it was nice having a third dude ... being able to periodically switch cocks and feeling the differences between techniques. In no time our breathing was getting heavier and our bods were starting to get taut. Don said "This is awesome. It's the first time I've ever jacked on a hill with other dudes." My gaze kept shifting between our 3 bones, watching dudes carving 8's in the bowl's powder, and watching on lookout for anyone getting close enough to see us. Two dudes seemed headed towards where we were. I started to pull back to zip up when Don said "Fuck em They've seen cocks before." Damn. The kid was starting to sound like Zak. The two dudes did end up coming close. One noticed us and stopped about 40 yards from us, called to his bud, and they began watching us. Fuck. All 3 of us were breathing heavier ... short quick gasps for air ... a few moans ... ah man, letting those dudes know how good it was all feeling ... and letting each other know. Keeping in unison ... Our muscles winding up like springs. Getting tighter. A few more strokes ... Don squirted all over Zak's pant legs, boots, and our skis. A cumming cock usually creates cumming cocks - both Zak and I were instantly cumming. The cum was already freezing on our pants and skis and merging with the snow ... Our dicks and hands were starting to burn a bit from the cold. We zipped up, put our gloves back on, and backed away from each other to untangle our skis. The two other skiers shouted a big "Whoo Hoo" and plunged down through the trees. We'd marked our territory. When we got back to Johnny's our dads bought the 3 of us brew and lunch. Don said he had to get back to work by 3:00, so he'd hitch into town ... he reassured us that lots of locals tended to go back in the early afternoon. -- they'd stop for him. I joked "Especially if the guys who watched recognize you." I was a bit worried that our jacking had freaked him out, but I was relieved when he said "Great skiing with you guys. Wanna meet up tomorrow again?"