This a prequel to my earlier story, "Two Buds Cum Out to Dads about 4 best friends - 2 college guys and their 2 dads - exploring each other's sexuality. Use Nifty's search page to search it under its title or my name.
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*** How the Four of us Got Into Dick - Part 3 ***
Zak and I piled back into the back seat and our two dads closed their doors to resume the drive back to Eugene. Both Zak and I were turned on hearing how our dads had done a 3-way with Zaks's mom while their 2 roomies were in the room. Damn, we could each imagine ourselves doin that, but our parents? Damn. Zak kept pushing until they told us more.
Dad started chuckling and turned around to say to Zak: "About two nights after that night with Carol your dad and I walked into The Boot, a grungy pub where we and most our buds hung out. One of our good buds shouted across the room "Heh Cocksucker, grab a pitcher with us." Fuck. Doobie and Squeak had been jokn with us and nicknamed him Cocksucker ever since that night with your mom and me, but we had presumed that at least they were kewl enough not to spread it around, but obviously ..."
Dad chuckled some more then continued: "You know your dad's temper. He walked over to the guy, got in his face nose to nose, punched him in the stomach hard enough to give him a good stout warning, grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, and said loud enough for most in the bar to hear "Did you say you wanted to suck my cock? Your tits aren't big enough." I think everyone there was moving away preparing for a fight ... the bartender started towards the table - he was used to handling fights, but mostly later after the guys were piss drunk. A fight this early, before getting drunk, was bound to be much rougher and harder to handle.
"Luckily your dad and the guy were good skiing buds ... we'd spent a lot of time backcountry skiing and snow camping together. So after the warning your dad calmed down, patted him on his shoulder blades, and said `Let's drink and get plastered' and then added loud "But be warned". That's the last time anyone called him Cocksucker.
"When we staggered home after drinking ourselves stupid he still was pissed at our roomies for spreading the rumor, even if it was true. At our place we could smell that Doobie had been smoking weed and he was zonked out snoring in his bunk. Your dad had stripped for bed but he was still mad. As he was stumbling into bed his eyes noticed poor Doobie sound asleep. He roughly grabbed the poor fucker, bodily threw him outa his bunk onto the floor, and pinned his shoulders with his knees, his balls and dick hanging in Doobie's face, shouting `You fuckn asshole cocksucker'. Man, poor Doobie. Sound asleep. Totally wasted from weed. Wakes up to balls hanging in his face and a maniac yelling at him. Squeak had woken up and was getting ready to jump down from his bunk and intervene. Luckily, before things went further, your dad -- he was fukn plastered - slumped over and passed out. Worst thing for your dad was the next day: dealing with his hangover and cleaning up his barf.
It took a day or two before things got back to the normal macho joking and friendly rowdiness. The guys backed off from calling him Cocksucker and shortened it to CS ... the name sorta stuck.
CS interrupted: "Yah. I thought `CS' as a nickname sounded kewl ... and it was sorta hot knowing a very few close buds knew the private story behind it. Now you guys know too ... but be warned, I'll whip the shit out either of you if you even hint about it to anyone."
Dad continued: "A few days later we were skiing with Carol and Sharon and when we got home they invited us in for a drink. That's when we found out why Carol had pushed CS into suckn me: she had been testing us before she opened up to us... she wanted to confirm her instinct about how open we could be and just how far we'd be willing to go."
CS interrupted: "Man, we all just clicked. We were all making ourselves comfortable in their living room, relaxing after a day of being adrenalin charged and challenging all of our muscles and each other on the steeps. While Sharon handed out some bottles of beer Carol mentioned that their roomie was gone for a week. Damn. Luv it when someone drops in that hint."
Dad interjected: "Their place was sure a helluva lot better than ours ... it even had room for a sofa. All four of us were relaxing on it, Brad's and my arms around their shoulders. Their bods were tucked tight against our arms' pits; we were all sweaty and clammy from skiing so I got up to go upstairs to our place to shower, telling them I'd be back shortly with some weed. Carol said not to bother. We could shower down there while they cooked up some dinner. She herded both of us toward their bathroom telling us not to shower too long to make sure there was some hot water left for them.
"CS and I weren't quite sure whether we should close the door or whether it'd by OK to leave it open ... so we took the middle road, just left it ajar. We both stripped. I got into the shower while CS took a piss. I was a bit surprised when CS got in with me, saying `Let's save hot water for them.' I was even more surprised when he began to soap my back and patted my ass. I turned around, a bit surprised at that ... but I was not surprised that both of our bones were standing straight out.
"Just then the door opened and Carol came in with some towels for us and told us not to bother with putting on our damp gear ... they'd put two of their robes out for us on their bed in their bedroom.
"CS and I didn't need to say much to each other as we were toweling off ... we just looked at each other's faces in total mutual understanding ... we were both stoked to go with the flow ... and we knew in our guts that each other would be down with anything. We made sure our bones were still raging when we left the towels in the bathroom and left to go to their bedroom for the robes. We purposely asked which door is your room?' and as we'd hoped, Carol looked into the hallway as she said The door on your right'.
"Fuck. Their bedroom had only one queen bed. CS asked me `Do you think they both share the bed with each other?' We put on their robes as well as we could ... many sizes too small ... the sleeves and shoulders were tight, the length was barely long enough to hit mid-thigh, and they barely closed around our fronts."
CS took over: "Our cocks kept peeking out when we moved around ... and fuck, cocks don't lie, they made it apparent how turned on we were ... it sorta became a joke between the four of us, and like jokes and humor always does, it eased the tension. After they put dinner in the oven to cook they split for the shower ... together. They asked if we were still interested in going upstairs and getting some weed, so Brad left for upstairs still in their robe."
Dad laughed and took over: "First I took all our wet gear out to the shared drying room then headed upstairs to our place. When I got upstairs Doobie and Squeak were both there. There I was, in a powder pink frilly robe many sizes too small, my hardon still pointing out from the gap in front of me. They both started laughing and Squeak teased `Man, I didn't think you were my kinda guy. Come here man. Let's get it on.' He got up and teasingly hugged me, jokingly giving me a full-on kiss on the lips. ' First time I'd ever been kissed by a guy ... luckily it was obviously in jest. We joked around a bit then I grabbed a baggie of our weed and headed out the door. On second thought, I came back in and grabbed a handful of rubbers and some lube ... which led to more teasing and joking.
"When I got back downstairs Carol and Sharon were just coming out of the shower, totally nude. They hurried into the bedroom and put on those things that are sorta like extra long t-shirts that lots of chicks seem to sleep in."
CS took over: "Ahhh man. We all settled in on that couch, passing j's around. Damn ... ya just naturally get intimate when ur fingers touch while passn the j. I took a long hit and leaned over to Carol, exhaling into her mouth ... she held it in, then leaned over, exhaled back into my mouth, and ended it with her tongue reaching for mine. I don't know which of us got up and pulled the other towards their bedroom ... it was more like a simultaneous joint action."
Dad's tone of voice changed ... it got more wistful and intimate as he began letting us in on his fondest memories: "Sharon and I were making out. And we were all so fukn stoned. Carol reached over and pulled Sharon along ... we were all so buzzed ... all four of us just floated towards their bedroom."
Speaking to me dad continued: "I had a reasonable number of chicks in high school and college and a few of them had become close girlfriends, but for some reason your mom and I just fukn synched like none of the others. The weed probably had something to do with it. And lying on the bed next to my best bud and his chick they were getn it on likely had something to do with it. But lying there on that bed making out with your mom for the first time ... man, the fires were definitely ignited. Damn it was intense.
"I had even forgotten about the pink frilly robe I was wearing, until Sharon asked me what all that stuff was in its pocket. I was so fukn embarrassed ... I didn't know how she'd take it ... started blushing and stammered a bit when I stated to explain they were the packets of rubbers and some lube. It was pretty obvious that I had to have put them there when I went back to our apartment for the weed.
"At least she laughed and joked about it, razzing me -- I can still remember almost her exact words: You were being pretty damned presumptuous. You're as fucked up as your roomie Doobie.' Then she added But we don't need the condoms, we've both been on the pill for a couple of years.' Ahh man, those were the days when all ya had to worry about was pregnancy. Instead of pulling all that shit out of the pocket I pulled the robe off, threw it on the floor, and our two bods snugged tight as we began a very long passionate french kiss. It wasn't long before all four of us had everything off and were making out.
"Lying there on the bed, all four bods side by side, close, all our bods touching, feeling each other's muscles moving and getn taut ... shit ... It was so fukn hot when Brad and I both slowly mouthed our ways down each of their bods and began licking their clits. And god damn, when we did that they hugged each other and started French kissing each other. It was like they had opened the window and pulled back the curtains for all to see. CS and I looked at each other ... damn ... long-time best buds ... it was like our years-long bond at last exploded through that macho defense that males tend to build up between each other ... we looked over at each other, we just fuckn knew, we put arms around each other's shoulders and sealed our mouths tight around each other's lips, our tongues exploring and mating.
"Sharon slid down Carol's bod and began tonguing her clit. CS shifted his bod to lay next to Carol, put his arms around her shoulders, and began a long deep kiss while Carol's muscles began to ripple contractions through her bod while Sharon worked her clit. I couldn't resist ... I straddled CS's legs and began mouth fucking his dick, trying to outdo what Carol and had him do to me a few nights before."
CS was getting turned on and interjected: "Best part for me was a little later when we were fuckn side by side and we started quickly changing off every few strokes til they lost track of who was who. I forget which we each came in, but I remember that we then switched off and ate each other's seed outa each of them.
By morning there weren't too many things we hadn't tried. Damn. From then on we all were inseparable. Carol and Sharon even followed us to grad school. And that night formed our habits -- habits that we kept up after we got married and started tryn to have you guys."
Fuck. Zak and I, sitting in the back seat, got so fukn turned on as they told us about them and our moms. We were sittn there jackn each other, both wondering which of our dads' seed we each came from. And we noticed that dad had unzipped himself and reached across to unzip CS ... with one hand he was jackn CS as he drove while with the other hand he was jackn himself.
Damn. Hearing them tell how they first got into dick was like welding the bond between the four of us. Damn. I wanted ... no ... both Zak and I wanted ... needed ... to tell them how we'd gotten into our dicks ... we wanted to weld our bond even tighter.