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While the argument had started out as being about who's son was more of a top, it quickly devolved into us arguing who's son was more of a slutty bottom. We'd each insult each others sons. I said his son had cocksucker lips who can't get enough of my son's thick cock down his throat. He said my son's got an ass that's made to be fucked and would moan like a bitch when his son fucks his ass. 

The arguments and insults continued throughout their relationship. By the time their engagement party came along we still didn't know which one topped. We both got drunk and got in another argument which ended in us making a bet. Whoevers son was the bottom would have to let the other dad fuck them. Even when we sobered up we'd both been so confident that our own son was the top that we re-agreed the terms. 

We finally got the chance to find out our sons bedroom positions at their wedding. After the reception was over our newly wedded sons excused themselves to enjoy the hotels honeymoon suite. Noah's dad and I went to see who'd be getting fucked. When we got to their suite we were able to see them through a crack in the door. They were making out, naked on the bed. I was sure that at any second my son would start dominating, so when my son pulled back from the kiss and turned around to show off his ass, I was dumbfounded.

Noah's dad whispered in my ear "I told you, your sons a bottom slut for my boy." Even then I couldn't believe it. Maybe my son was dominating his new husband by getting him to lick his ass? Any delusions I still had were quickly shattered with Noah's next words. "Your always such an eager little slut for my cock. Can't get enough can you?"  

"Yes! I'm a cock hungry slut who needs their hole filled! Please, Fuck me!" My son begged, moaning desperately for his husband's cock. As his son began fucking my son's ass, Noah's dad lead me away to the now deserted reception room. He wanted to collect his winnings straight away. 

Unfortunately, my best wasn’t quite good enough, as I was just beaten to the finish line by the guy my dad had told me to beat. While I was sad knowing I’d cost Dad the bet, I couldn’t hold it against the guy who beat me, as Martin didn’t seem to be a bad guy, especially after he’d come over to introduce himself and congratulate me on a well-run race. We were both eager to find our dads to see what they thought of our race. However, we couldn’t find them anywhere in the stands, despite both having seen them standing next to each other and chatting before the race had begun. Martin suggested they might have gone to the toilets, so we headed to the nearest ones to check.

Upon entering, we found my dad bent over, his head hidden by a urinal divider, and his jeans and underwear pulled down to expose his ass, allowing for Martin’s dad to have full access to fuck him. I briefly hoped that maybe it wasn’t my dad being fucked in public right in front of me, but his moans as his hole was stretched open by the cock being shoved into him confirmed that it was him. They didn’t seem to have notice Martin and I when we’d entered, so we stood there in stunned silence as his dad fucked my dad.

After what must have been minutes but felt like hours, Martin’s dad finally noticed us standing there watching. With a grin towards us, he grabbed my dad’s hips and slammed himself as far as he could into my dad’s ass. My dad let out a pathetic whine as he struggled to take the full length of the cock invading his hole. Martin’s dad continued to stare directly at us as he slowly pulled out before continuing to pound his cock back into my dad’s ass.

However, the real reason for their competitiveness is because both of them are trying to avoid having to go through the forfeit for having the smallest catch. The forfeit is that whoever loses the fishing contest has to strip completely, bend over the side of the boat with their fishing pole in hand, and let the winner do whatever they want to their bare ass.

Initially they'd just spanked each other with their fishing rods, but it had gradually escalated, first to slapping with their bare hands, then to the winner shoving their fingers up the loser's asshole. Finally, that had further escalated to the present situation, where the winner fucks the loser's ass for all it's worth.

Their other friends would be stunned if they ever found out about how on the first trip that had escalated to fucking, Steve had bested Pete in the fishing and immediately fucked him roughly over the boat's railings all while Pete moaned like a bitch. Or how Pete had gotten his revenge the next trip when he'd won at the fishing and then proceeded to fuck Steve with abandon until he'd filled Steve with his swimmers and Steve had shot a load of his own overboard.

Jack’s father had always described his frat days as the best of his life, so Jack thought that if he could at least get through the hazing, he’d have an easier time for the rest of his time at university. So he did his best, sucking off their morning woods when they asked, kissing their assholes when they fancied a laugh, and riding on each of their cocks, one after another, when they gathered in the common room to watch TV.

It was only after a whole month had passed by of him serving as their frat cum dump that he began to question how long he was supposed to keep swallowing and having his ass breed by all their loads. When he’d asked the frat president that, the senior had laughed in his face and said, “For as long as you’re alive.” After all, Jack’s father had been the frat cum dump back in the day, and he still sucked off and was fucked by his old fraternity members whenever they had a reunion or happened to meet up.