Peter's goodbye suck before his European trip

Gary's ass squeezed down on Peter's thrusting finger and his cock swelled on Peter's tongue. One image leaped from Gary's mental parade. Nine months before, when Peter had been saying his goodbyes before taking off for his graduation trip with Sandy, Peter had been kneeling in front of Gary just like this. Peter had sucked Gary off and run home, his lips still wet from Gary's seed.

"Take it, take it!" Gary called out as his cock spasmed, firing hot come into his best friend's mouth, just like nine months ago.

Sandy tapped on the door again. "Uh, G... Gary? Baby?"

And nine months ago, Peter had taken Gary's mouthful of cum, hurried home, and gave his next goodbye by going down on his mom Sally.

Oopsie.

Gary felt good all over, all warm and hazy and more than a little drowsy. He leaned back against the wall of the restroom. Peter blotted Gary's cock with a handkerchief and tucked it back into his soft athletic pants. "Go," he said, opening the door.

Gary's "Expectant Father" wristband got him into the Labor and Delivery ward. A nurse directed him to the room where mother and baby were waiting.

Sally Walker, Peter's mom, sat in bed cuddling a pink, wrinkled newborn to her breast. Her broad mouth widened in a grin. "Hi baby daddy," Sally said. "Meet little Oopsie Walker, our double miracle baby."

Gary walked forward, feeling floaty from the long night awake, waiting while Sally went through labor. Jim Walker had sat with Gary and Sally the first part of the night, but after midnight, Sally had told her husband to go to the spare hospital room they had waiting. "I want someone to be sane tomorrow," Sally had told Jim, "And I think that should be you."

Sally laughed. "You know what would be perfect?" she said. "If you were marrying Peter, this would be your baby together."

Gary felt a flush of warmth. He wavered on his feet and grabbed the back of a chair to steady himself.

"No really," Sally said. "I think Peter would marry you, but Sandy has a tight clutch on him, especially now. And Naomi Bernice an even tighter one on you."

Bernie, Gary thought. "Yeah," he said. But that was just fine.

"Fate must sure love perversity," Sally said. "Your wandering dingus shoots loads into your girlfriend, your mom, your SISTER. And, hey, your boyfriend's mouth. Whatever. But who gets pregnant? Your BOYFRIEND's MOM."

Gary laughed along with Sally.

"Come and say hi to Little Baby Oopsie Miracle Walker," Sally said. She beckoned with her free hand. "Just come up and lie on the bed, you look like you're ready to fall over."

Gary lay down next to Sally and their new baby.

"You know I was convinced this was going to be a C-Section?" Sally said. "But nope. I had a longer labor with Peter."

"Mm-hm," Gary said. The scent of Sally's skin and sweat and shampoo filled his nose. The baby at Sally's breast was little and pink and wrinkled and sleepy. He felt sleepy too.

"Are your pants wet?" Sally said. "No. Did Peter suck you off again?"

"Yeah," Gary said. The room was warm. He felt drowsy. "Me first, a little. Then him."

"With his finger up your asshole like last time?" Sally asked avidly.

"Yeah," Gary said.

"I love watching you boys getting up each others' butts," Sally said. "Sorry I missed it. But I was kind of busy."

Gary whispered, "You can perv on us later."

"I'll hold you to that," Sally said. "Motherfucker." She laughed. "You and Peter showing off for me."

"Yeah," Gary said. "So did you pick a name? I mean, Oopsie Miracle's not gonna fly."

Sally whispered the name to him. Gary drifted off to sleep beside a woman he had never even had sex with, and the baby that fate had made for them.