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 4 of Us Got into Dick - Part 1 ***
During the long boring 12 hour drive back from skiing near Nelson Zak asked our dads how they'd first gotten into dick. (In the earlier series "2 Buds Cum Out to Dads" I told you about how Zak and I had been nervous about how to come out to our dads during our ski trip ... and how we had been surprised as shit we all had been when we accidentally caught them fucking.)
Zak's dad, CS, began:
"Brad and I decided to take a year off from college to spend the winter skiing, drinking, doing weed, and in general fucking off in Whistler."
My dad, Brad, continued:
"That was the year after we'd spent the summer making money forest fire fighting so we got to Whistler late that fall .... Fuck ... It was hard to find a place to live for the winter, most places had been scarfed up by mid-summer. The back of CS's old Jimmy was crammed with our gear so we had to tent in the woods for a few weeks before we found a place. Those were the days before the web, so we had to rely on the local paper and by meeting guys in the bars. One night we ended up drinking with 2 guys who had found a place and were looking for two roomies to share the cost.
"It was fucking small but cheap and better than nothing, so we took it ... a 1 bedroom apartment on the second floor of a house. The living room and kitchen were all one space, with barely enough room for a table, four kitchen chairs, and 2 old stuffed chairs crammed into the space left over from the wood stove. The bedroom must have been no bigger than 10 feet by 9 with 2 bunk beds jammed tight against each other in an L shape in the corner. One set of bunks was an old metal set. The fuckn thing squeaked every time you moved any part of your bod. The other bunk was home-built out of wood."
CS laughed and interrupted: "At least it was solid and quiet ... we all called it "Our Woodie." Its upper was a standard single, but the lower was queen sized. Because of the way the beds were jammed tight together in their L-shape it was easiest to step on the queen bed to get to the upper bunks. We drew numbers to determine who got what bed. And shit. I drew the fucking queen. Guys were constantly stepping on my bed, or me, while getting in or out of their bunks. I got so that I could recognize guys by their legs, their ass, and their junk better than by their faces. Your fuckn dad drew the upper bunk over it ... the quietest and most private of all."
Dad laughed and said "Yah, but I figured if I was going to be sleeping foot to foot or head to head with a dude, it might as well be with my best bud. No-one wanted to trade for CS's queen, so I traded with Doobie to take the lower metal bunk next to CS."
CS interrupted: "Damn. I'd forgotten about Doobie. Fuck. Can't even remember his real name. We all called him Doobie because he was perpetually stoned.
"Those first weeks before the mountains opened went so fuckn slow. In late October we could at least get out to hike, so there were plenty of times to get some privacy. But when the rains came in November we were all cooped up there. It took time for us to adjust to each other. The only things to do were to drink and get stoned. There weren't many chicks in the bars, mostly jus other horny ski bums drinking their cocks limp. And except when drunk, none of our cocks ever seemed to be limp."
Dad interrupted:
"Damn, CS and I were so fukn horny. We'd just spent 4 months without sex, not even much jacking. On the fire crew ya just don't end up getn off much. Our crew had been together for 3 summers and we were all fit, so we kept getting assigned to the best fires. When on the line, ur workn ur butt off for 12 to 16 hours per day for a week or two at a time. Sex just isn't in the picture. Every ounce of ur energy is spent fighting the fukn fire and makn sure you and ur team are staying safe. When you get back to camp all you want is a few hours of sleep, some water and coffee, and grub. And when in camp between fires the jokn gets pretty macho, mosly about chicks. And if anyone gets caught jackn ... the teasn gets fierce.
CS interjected: "And jackn isn't that great ... ur hands get pretty coarse and rough from workn the lines ... the smoke dries out the calluses and they get imbedded with grit so they almost feel like sandpaper ... in our few days off we'd get to town to buy brew, hand cream, and lube ... by the end of summer we needed it bad.
"So by the time we got to Whistler our testosterone was raging. Being cooped up with strangers in our place while it pissed rain outside, our balls were fucking explosive. Fuck, it was always hard to find enough privacy to jack off. For the first few weeks, before we got to know each other, most jacking was sneaked in the can or shower. As we gradually got more comfortable with each other we began teasing and joking when anyone spent too long in there supposedly pissing or showering, or when they left the bathroom smelling like fresh cum."
Dad laughed. "That didn't last too long ... fuck ... you know how bones tend to rage when going to bed or waking up ... ya don't wanna hassle with delaying things to get up to go to the can. Before long we were all try'n to hide jackn under the sheets at night. But especially with the metal bunks squeaking ya really couldn't hide it ... as soon as ya heard a bunk rustling or squeaking ur bone would get hard and you'd join in the chorus. And remember Squeak?"
CS interjected: "Ahh ... Squeak. He was the guy who had the top metal bunk ... fuck ... it was squeaking every night so we all started calling him Squeak. It sorta stuck with all his buds. I don't know how many others knew what the nickname was about.
"Remember that night we came home from drinkn and walked in on Doobie and a stoner chick usn my double bed? Fuck ... They had just finished so they split, but I had ta sleep in their god damned wet spot."
Dad laughed "You were so fukn pissed. The next night, before he got home from the bars, you and I decided to jack and cum on Doobie's pillow and sheets. Squeak walked in on us and thought it was a great joke, so joined in. Damn. 3 dudes jackn themselves on Doobie's upper bunk was crowded as fuck, each other's elbows and arms bumping. It just seemed natural when Squeak reached over and started jackn me ... that tore down all the barriers real quick ... CS got right inta it. It felt so fuckn intense with all our hands jackn each other ... probably increased the amount of our spew. Fuck. It was the first time I had felt a dude's hand on my dick since CS and I had explored a bit when we were kids in junior high."
CS interjected: "We creamed his pillow and sheets so fuckn good. It was hard to keep from laughing when he came in about an hour later and climbed into his bunk. Shit. He was mad as fuck. We were all laughing. He was swearing and telling us he'd get back at us. He tried ta piss on me from his upper bunk, but he'd just gone to the can before he came in so was empty. He ended up jackn and tried to shoot at my face. I dodged. He missed.
"From that night on our place was where anything goes. We worked it out that it was OK ta get it on with a chick in the bedroom, but the other guys had full rights to be usn their own bunks at any time, so the chick has to he ok with them bein in there. It was like havn free live porn. As we gradually met other friends our place became known as one of THE party places, even though it was so small."
Dad corrected him: "Not EVEN THOUGH it was so small ... BECAUSE it was so small. Ya just had ta get intimate with other bods crowded in ... a great place to be drinkn and doin weed and fucking around with buds and chicks."
CS continued: "Yah. Great for you guys. It was my bed that was the queen ... everyone ended up using it ... I got used to having to sleep in you fuckers' beds when you were usn mine ... fuck ... you dudes sure didn't bother washing your sheets much ... man, each of your sheets had their own smell ... and they were usually as crusty as hell.
Dad teased him: "Don't complain fucker. You negotiated not having to do any chores because of it and a lower share of the rent. And besides, that bed was how we met Zak's and Chuck's moms ... and how you got your nickname CS.
"Squeak was the one who had it the hardest. Remember after a month or so how we found out that he was bi? Poor dude. Sleeping in such tight quarters with other dudes musta horned him so fukn much, and at that time guys weren't as open about things as today. His bunk was perpetually squeaking."
CS interjected "Yah. The other three of us had been out drinkn and came home early to smoke some of Doobie's weed. When we walked into the bedroom I don't know who was more surprised, us or Squeak and the guy he had been screwing with. Both looked up like deer caught in the headlights. Great way to ruin a guy's orgasm. God damn they were embarrassed and sheepish. None of the rest of us gave a shit, but it was hard to make them at ease ... Doobie got his stash, invited them to join us, and all 5 of us got stoned."
Dad laughed and said "The funniest thing was how everyone passed the j's around. Most of us just passed them around like usual, fingers usually touching, but those two seemed embarrassed and overly careful about not touching our fingers. Finally after we all got high our fingers began to be lingering against each other's when they touched. And when we decided it was time to hit the sheets we were all so fukn stoned that it wasn't hard to convince them it was ok with us if they carried on in ur bed.'
CS interjected: "I think the rest of us fukn WANTED them to carry on. We'd all seen some dudes in mags, but this was before vids ... I think all of us were turned on by the idea of watching dudes getn it on ... I know I was. And bein so fukn stoned helped ... I think it was so obvious that we were turned on by the idea, that it turned them back on. Maybe they were hoping some of us would join in. They both ended up on my bed goin at it every few hours for the whole fukn night.
"There was enough moonlight being reflected from the snow outside that we could sorta see. Damn. It's the first time I'd seen a dude give head to a dude. Fuck. And layn there hearing the slurping and heavy breathing got me so horned ... I musta jacked every time they woke to get it on. And I could hear by the rustling and squeaking that you guys were too."
And dad interjected: "Oh man. Do you remember Squeaks moans in the middle of the night? I think it was the first time that he'd ever gotten fucked. Damn. I think all of us woke and jacked when that was happening."
Zak and I were sitting there in the back seat in the darkness listening to our dads reminisce. I was getting turned on and my fingers began absent-mindedly working my bone through my jeans. In the reflected light of passing car headlights I noticed Zak was doing the same thing. We reached over and started helping each other out. Zak finally broke the temporary silence: "So ... How DID you get called CS?. And how did you two and our moms meet? Maybe it'll give us some clues which of ur seeds we each come from."