Ethan and Scott were lying on the couch in the basement, panting and moaning, trying to catch their breath with silly grins on their face and twin shots of cum on their shared chest. They started reminiscing about the teen years and all the times they had jacked-off together. Scott lifted them up and threw his shirt over both their heads while Ethan cleaned themselves with his own shirt. They both gasped after a few unbalanced steps, feeling their cocks rub and slap together with every step they took. After stumbling upstairs, they had thrown Scott's shoes on and made their way back across the street. When they got inside, they saw Mark and Zack laying face first on the floor.
"Hey! Are you guys all right?!" Scott ran over, pulling Ethan with him.
"See you got that one right too!" Mark finished saying before turning his head to look up at his dad, "Yah, we're ok. Why? What's wrong?"
"Oh... Nothing, I just thought maybe you guys fell..."
"Nope! Mark is helping me with my math homework!" Zack shouted, rolling himself and Mark over. "Wow! Ethan! Dad! That's so cool! Look at you!" Scott and Ethan both grinned as Zack forced Mark to stand up with him. "We match!"
"Haha, yah." Ethan chuckled, "But I was told you guys want to come apart now." Mark and Zack exchanged a solemn glance, then shook their heads, causing them to bang together. "Ok. If you change your minds though..." Ethan patted himself and Scott on the chest, "I'll be right here, stuck with your old man!"
Mark and Zack lay themselves back on the floor to finish Zack's homework, while Ethan and Scott grabbed a drink from the kitchen, then flicked on the last twenty minutes of a football game. After a short time, Zack had finished his homework, then he and Mark came over and sat down beside Scott, who put his arm around them, pulling them close.
After the game was over, Zack and Mark wanted to play their new Halo game, but only having the two hands to share, Scott and Ethan had to be the second player together. Neither pair was getting very far, only being able to control the moving or the shooting, but not both. When Scott looked up, he saw they had been playing for almost an hour.