Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 20:51:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chuck <chuck8018@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Buds Cum Out to Dads - Part 9 - Last Day in Nelson

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Two Buds Cum Out to Dads -- Part 9 -- Last Day in Nelson
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Man.  Last night the 3 of us came so much and so often that this morning
both Zak and I didn't have our usual morning wood.  But damn ... Don musta
had a long drought ... and his first male sex last night must have
unleashed pent-up need ... his wood was still raging.

I could barely wake up when dad rousted us.  At breakfast and during the
drive to the mountain both Zak and I struggled to stay awake.  But Don was
still pumped.  Dad noticed and asked: "Don.  What in the fuck did you do to
these 2 guys last night after you went to bed?  They're usually raring to
go."

Don blushed again.  He wasn't sure how to answer our dads ... especially
the "after you went to bed" part.  He finally stammered out "Are they
usually like this?  I musta wore out those 2 wusses skiing the last 2
days."

Good ole Zak joked back "Who the fuck are you calling wusses?  We'll ski
the cum outa you again today."  Don's blushing got deeper -- he was
probably remembering when Zak, him, and I had busted our nuts jacking each
other on the ski slope. ... He was fucking nervous about where the joking
was going in front of our dads.  Luckily for him about then we parked in
the lot and began to unload our skis ... he musta been relieved ... his
blushing subsided.

But unluckily for him, his ski jacket didn't hang low enough to hide the
bone in his tight latex and wool ski pants.  He tried to maneuver things to
hide it, but you know how that usually works out ... it makes it even more
obvious, and it tends to get bigger the more you try to make it go away.
Fukn Zak wasn't gona let an opportunity pass.  Right when our dads were
next to us Zak said "Heh Don, nice bone man.  Didn't you get enough ..."

Fuck.  I imagined the next words out of Zaks mouth were going to be
"...last night" ... and that Don, having just been introduced by Zak and me
to doin dick for the first time, wouldn't yet have adjusted his head to it.
Damn.  It could fuck up our new friendship.  But luckily, Zak finished up
by saying "...in the last month or so?"

Don was still embarrassed to be joking like that in front of our dads.  He
blushed crimson again but at least recovered, joking "Fuck off.  We ski
hard at Whitewater."

Lots of banter continued between the 5 of us all morning while we were
skiing.  Like usual between best friends, much of it involved put downs,
much of it involved skiing, and much of it was sexual.  It took awhile
before Don started being comfortable with Zak and me being so open and
sexual ... especially about doing dick ... in front of our dads.  When the
3 of us were alone on the chairs we explained how our dads had spent a few
years being ski bums together and had been best friends ever since, and
because of it, how Zak and I had grown up together and been open with them
too ... Our dads and Zak and I had always been 4 best buds.

Today it was sunny and warmer.  By the time we went in for lunch and brew
our bods were getting hot and sweaty.  Some of the dudes on the patio had
taken their tops off and were soaking in the rays and swilling brew.  God
damn.  Zak and I were both enjoying the eye candy admiring their abs, nips,
and shoulders ... you could tell that most of them spent their time working
out and skiing hard.

I looked over at Don and caught him staring at some of the bods, and I
snuck in a glance down at his crotch.  Sure enough, he was boning bigtime
again.  I joked to him "What u watching that's got you so boned?"  As usual
his face turned red.

Just then our dads walked up in time to have overheard the comment.  Dad
said "Lots of hot bods here.  Might get me boned too."  Don's face turned
an even deeper red.  You could tell he was really getting outside his
comfort zone.

After a few brews Don got up to go to the can to take a piss.  I followed.
Most of the urinals had dudes at them, but luckily the one next to Don was
free.  As we stood there watching out of the corner of our eyes as each
other pissed Dan stammered out a question, made to sound innocuous in case
other dudes overheard: "Are your dads? ..."  I responded "Are they what?"
Don got a bit flustered ... he was done pissing so just zipped up, patted
my shoulder, and said "See you outside"

We all gathered up our gear and headed back out to the slopes.  Zak, Don,
and I as usual were together on a chair, our dads on the chair behind.  Don
continued "Are your dads ..." and dwindled off in mid-sentence.

Zak responded: "You've been blushing all morning.  Can't handle our bein so
open in front of our dads?"  Don responded "Man, there's no way I could be
open like that in front of my dad.  How'd you get so open with them?"

Good old let-the-dicks-hang-out Zak gave him a run-down of our trip so far.
"We've always been like best buds with our dads, but had never come out to
them about our bein bi, or gay, or queer, or whatever the fuck it is we are
with each other.  When they offered to take us on this ski trip we thought
it would be a good time to come out to them."

I interrupted: "We had been nervous as fuck about it.  We weren't sure how
they'd take it.  But before we got a chance to come out to them I walked
into their room a couple of nights ago.  God damn.  They were fucking
bigtime.  I'll never forget the look their faces when they looked up at me
mid thrust."

Zak laughed. "Yah.. They were so fukn awkward.  It sure made it easier to
come out to them."

Don got as awkward as our dads had been.  All he could say was "Fuck."
After a long pause he said "They're sure not like my dad." ...: another
long pause, then "Fuck. I'm gona miss you dudes when ya go.  This is the
first time I've ever opened up about dick ... even to myself.  Shit man.
None of the dudes I know here are inta getn it on."

Zak responded: " Man, this town is full of hard skiing dudes in their 20's,
all in-shape and full of testosterone.  And there aren't many chicks.  No
way there aren't lots getn it on.  How many of them know you'd like to do
some dick?  Lots of them are probably just like you.  Ya just have ta risk
finding out.  Take us drinking tonight with some of your buds. We'll hook
you up with one."

When we were done skiing for the day the 5 of us headed back to our rooms
to shower before heading out to get some grub and drink with Don's buds.
As usual, the connecting door between our dad's room and our room was open.
It was like one big gym locker room with the 5 of us milling around without
much on ... just doing that locker room male bonding.

We'd all pulled off the heavy and hot ski wear and were down to our poly
long johns.  Damn it turns me on to watch a dude in tight poly ... they're
tight and thin enough that they emphasize the outlines of what they're
covering ... and they hide just enough to be so fukn tantalizing.

Dad grabbed the bottle of scotch from their room and poured glasses for all
of us.  Ah man, his poly defined the outline of his limp tube handing down
the inside of one of his thighs and nicely showing the outlines of its
head's rim.  Zak's dad wasn't as limp ... his bone was pressed in a 45
degree angle across the front of his thigh, the poly stretched taut across
it, the outlines so fukn sharp.  He downed the rest of his scotch, patted
dad's crotch, put an arm around dad's shoulders nudging him to their room,
and said "Catch you guys later for dinner" as he shut the door behind them.

I looked over at Don ... as usual he was blushing.  He was starting to get
comfortable admitting to himself that dick turned him on, and he was
adjusting to the urge with Zak and me, but he was still awkward about it
around our dads.  But man, his poly was beginning to stretch tighter around
his growing bone.  He was definitely coming to grips with that yearning for
dick that he had been discovering over the last couple of days.  He reached
down and adjusted his package

Ah man ... the poly was tight on his muscular bod and clinging tight across
his chest, showing off the tips of his nips.  I put an arm around his
shoulder, a hand under his waistband, and started sukn on his nips through
his poly while I ran my fingers through his pubes, lightly brushing against
his cockhead.

Zak tackled us back onto the bed, our three bods and six hands playfully
tussling and exploring each other.  Zak stated to peel off Don's poly
shirt, rolling it up over itself from the bottom.  Don raised his arms to
allow it to roll up the arms and over his head ...but just when the shirt
was covering Don's head Zak stopped.  The rolled up shirt trapped Don's
stretched-out arms and blindfolded him.  Zak grinned at me with his
familiar mischievous grin ... we simultaneously began tickling Don's
exposed pits.

Yah!!!  Damn I love it when dudes are ticklish.  We had him giggling and
writhing in no time, his arms totally unable to protect his pits, nips, and
sides from our 20 busy fingers.  He started to thrash is legs so I rolled
his long johns down over themselves til the waistband partially restrained
his knees.  I love it when tickling a dude sensitizes his bod so that even
normally non-ticklish areas become sensitive.

Wherever our fingers started workn his bod he'd giggle more and his bod
would try to twist away from them ... he tried to squirm away from my
fingers when they explored the insides of his thighs and his balls.  My
mouth couldn't resist the urge to deep throat his cock ... but damn, his
bod was so over-sensitized that his hips tightened to jerk his cock away
... but my mouth kept sucking his cock into my throat.  His bod gradually
began to relax as my lips, tongue, and throat jointly worked his cock
harder while one of my hands began kneading his balls ... Zak's fingers
continues attacking his pits and sides.  We began alternating his attention
between the relaxing pleasure of his cock being worked by a throat and
tongue, and by the writhing of trying to escape 20 experienced fingers.

Zak joined in by sukn his nips and chewing on the muscle that runs across
the front of his pits.  With the poly pulled over his head he couldn't see
what to expect next so Zak and I made a game of it, surprising him on
different places on his bod ... he'd writhe in one direction only to be met
by unexpected fingers there, so would twist in another direction ... and
all that time my and Zak's mouths kept working his raging bone and
alternating between sucking on his nips and chewing on his pits.

Don's hips started moving in unison with my mouth ... his giggling got more
strained, interspersed with deeper panting ... His bod was getting so fukn
taut, his back arched his abs upward.  I could taste pre beginning to ooze
from his piss lips.  I pulled Zak's head down next to mine ... in unison we
were sukn on every sensitive inch of Don's cock, slurping it with our
mouths and tongues while our hands kept up the relentless tickling.

Just then dad opened the door from his room, saw what was happening,
chuckled just a bit, then said "Nice curled toes ya got goin there."  He
stepped over to the bed, gave the bottom of Don`s feet a quick tickle, then
said "OK guys, calm down.  Pull your clothes on ... you can finish later
... we're leaving to dinner in 10 minutes."