Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 16:59:40 -0600
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year In The Life: Home For The Holidays 1

A Year In The Life

Home For The Holidays Part 1

By Bix Meister

This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not
Minors.  It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or
events.  It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure.  No
attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you
to practice it.

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feedback, contact me at bixmeister57@gmail.com


Sunday, the next morning, Pete and I woke up early.  We snuggled in bed for
a few, I reached around and felt the base of the butt plug I had left there
last night.  I gave it a nudge, I felt him smile.  "It feels good.  I think
your training helped."  We took a shower together, mainly to rinse, I
didn't want to lose the essence we developed last night.  In the shower I
removed the butt plug, and I noticed some of my load escaped, to go down
the drain.

It was decided that the two of us should go wake the other couple, and make
a hearty breakfast.  We walked to Pete's house in a light snow.  When we
got there Pete started breakfast while I looked for signs of life.  I
started at the logical place, Pete's bedroom.  There on the top of the
covers were my two snoozing friends.  Our furry furnace Charlie was
spooning Angelo.

I got behind them, fully clothed, and started spooning Charlie.  My tongue
and hands explored what they could reach of the two of them.  It didn't
take long until I was hard, so I unzipped and slid my dick into Charlie's
sweating butt.  Charlie woke up, enjoyed the attention, and slowly followed
suit by entering Angelo.  We had a good languid rhythm going.  I knew I
would be happy with this type of wake up routine any day of the year.

We had no plans to end, until Pete appeared at the door.  "Damn Kyle, I
told you to wake them up, not knock them up.  Breakfast is on the table
fellas I expect you down there pronto."  I tucked my dick back into my
pants and went downstairs.  After a quick piss, Charlie and Angelo joined
us, neither bothering to dress.

Coffee bacon and eggs hit the spot. We decided on a menu for Wednesday.
Charlie and I would be in charge of the antipasti.  Angelo would do one of
his Aunt's specialties for the primo, pasta with freshly made Vodka sauce,
and Pete was in charge of the secondo, porchetta, a seasoned pork roast
that is very popular locally.

After Charlie and Angelo left, Pete asked me to stay around.  "You started
my ass training last night, your turn buddy.  Time to hit the weights."  We
spent the first day getting used to the weights.  Well we did that, and
also exercised wearing nothing but jock straps.  It was hard, literally, to
focus on the weights, but we got a base level for my training.

The next few days were uneventful.  Invitations were confirmed and plans
finalized.  Pete and I worked out together, knowing that Wednesday would be
a party day. Even though we were the only people on our road, Pete and I
lit our houses at sundown, and turned off the lights at bedtime.  I Forgot
to turn them off Monday night, and when I left for work Tuesday morning I
was too lazy, so I left them on.  On Tuesday our mailman left me a note in
the mail box.

"I love your display, especially the rainbow Trevi Fountain.  Jeff"

Tuesday night we were over at Pete's going over the plans.  Usually our
road was quiet, but we saw about a half dozen cars in the matter of an
hours time.  They seemed to slow down as they were driving by, and then
they would drive past, only to circle back .  Maybe word was getting out
about our lights, I had no other explanation.

Wednesday arrived quickly.  For a party planned at the last minute I felt
good about where we were.  I left work early and made a trip into West
Duluth to the little Italian grocery store.  I bought a wide variety of
Italian cheeses and meats. They gave me tips on how to present them, and
what goes with what.  They even allowed me to sample, By the time I left I
knew we had antipasti nailed down.

I got home and Charlie was already there with Stan.  Much to my surprise
the two of them had prepared risotto balls. I never figured either of them
to be gourmet cooks but these cheesy balls looked and smelled great.  I had
to sample them so I tried one in the marinara sauce that was bubbling on
the stove.  They were perfection.  It turned out that Stan had some at a
friends house, and he convinced the friends wife to help him make them.

While I talked with Stan, Charlie went to his room to change for the party.
Stan mentioned how proud he was of Charlie and his sobriety so I showed him
my office and the calendar.  We talked quickly about the rest of the
Tuesday night group.  It seems that a few of them were expressing remorse
over how they treated Charlie and Stan was sure with time they all might
come around.

Charlie snuck up on us in the office.  We both turned and were surprised.
In place of his typical work pants and flannel shirt he was wearing a
handsome navy shirt with rich gray slacks.  He had also trimmed his beard.
Everything complimented his sparkling ice blue eyes.  I felt a jolt in my
crotch.  I adjusted myself discretely since Stan was in the room, but even
he noticed.  "Gee Charlie you clean up nicely.  You'll make some guy a
lucky man one day."

We had about an hour before people were to arrive.  Charlie and Stan went
outside to plug in all of the lights, and I finalized prep of our
antipasti.  Since we were starting dinner at my place, we had to stray from
the tradition of antipasti being served at the dinner table.  I had heard
that Angelo's aunt Connie was a stickler for this, but she would have to
deal with it.  Having 12 people for a sit-down dinner at my house was a
stretch, so we would get individual dishes in the kitchen and eat in the
living room.

We had the table ready with about 15 minutes to spare Brent, Gino, Roger
and Sarah were the first to arrive.  Sarah brought a gorgeous evergreen
centerpiece, and she helped me find room for it on the table.  "You guys
have the most "Unique" lights, you have to tell me about them."  Gino,
Roger and I brought her outside for the quick tour, and Roger recreated his
dance for Sarah.  Sarah laughed as we pointed out all of the features.  She
was a warm beautiful woman, and I could see why she was Brent's best
friend.

Angelo and Connie arrived during the tour.  Connie was an oversized
personality trapped in a petite body.  "Ciao Bella" Gino said.  "Welcome to
our Italy to America evening."

"Ciao, Buena Sera" Connie said.  Her enunciation was precise "But excuse
me" she said "your version of Italy is a little confused.  David should be
north of Bacchus who should be closer to the Trevi Fountain.  Everyone
should come with me and learn the real Italy."  She laughed, letting us
know she was pulling our legs.  Just then Pete and Barry arrived, soon to
be followed by our waiter Justin.

We went back inside.  Charlie was the gentleman and took everyone's coats.
I showed them the living room, explained our portion of the night and
looked right at Connie when I said "We are taking liberties with Italian
tradition and not serving antipasti at the table.  Mangia, eat up!"

Soon everyone had a plate of various meats, cheeses, olives and risotto
balls.  Charlie took wine orders and filled glasses looking dapper in his
new duds.  Connie was all smiles sampling the food.  "These risotto balls
are almost as good as mine, and the marinara... whoever made this finally
made it right.  People here use too much sugar."

Stan piped up, "I used carrots to sweeten the sauce."  Connie perked up,
you could tell there was a connection.  I had noticed Stan glance at her
earlier.

Connie was wearing a festive Italian knit sweater which showed off her
petite body.  She wore numerous rings and bracelets which sparkled in the
light as she talked with her hands.  "Finally someone who get's it.  This
tastes like Italy."

With her stamp of approval we enjoyed the antipasti.  Stan took over for
Charlie, filling wine glasses and spent some extra time with Connie.  I sat
with Sarah and Brent, getting to know Sarah a bit more.  We were talking
about the house and upcoming remodel so I gave them the tour.  Brent had
considered becoming an architect, thus he looked at the house differently.
Between the two of them I had more ideas for the main floor.

When we got back to the living room the dynamic was spirited.  They had
played a game of musical chairs, and Justin found himself between Pete and
Charlie, Stan was talking to Connie, and Gino was talking about old Duluth
days with Barry and Roger.

I really hadn't had a chance to meet Barry yet, so I perched myself on the
arm of the sofa and joined the conversation.  I wouldn't say that Barry let
himself go, but he was no longer Barry "The Bod".  Talking to him I started
to see the attraction however.  He was about Pete's age and the character
lines in his face made him more handsome in my mind at least.  As we talked
his face lit up reminiscing about the old days of wrestling in our little
burg.  I was drawn in by his looks and personality, I finally figured out
his allure.

Meanwhile Pete and Charlie had Justin smoldering over in the corner, not
that I blame him.  I had a soft spot for shorter men.  I called them nipple
height, just right sized for them to be nibbling away at my pecs.  Justin's
redheaded flat top was afire in the light of the Christmas Tree, his goatee
framed his sexy mouth.

I found myself in the odd situation of seeing a man I love, being turned on
by another man. Strangely I felt closer to Pete, I could see what he saw in
Justin, and I knew why Justin might find Pete sexy.  Our circle of friends
was growing and yet becoming more intimate.

It was getting close to the time where we should be heading to Pete's.
Charlie and I went into the kitchen to clear the table and pack away the
minimal leftovers we had.  When we were done Roger stepped to the middle of
the living room and clinked his glass.  "I have called in some favors,
mostly while on my knees, and have arranged for special transportation to
the next course on our menu."  Everyone including our straight friends
laughed at Roger, he could get away with jokes like that.

Charlie and Stan got everyone's coats, Stan made sure he put Connie's on,
while Charlie helped Sarah with hers.  "Such gentlemen, it's a shame they
play for the other team isn't it Sarah?"

"Don`t worry Connie, I play for yours" Stan replied.  He lightly put his
hand on Connie's waist as he escorted her outside.

When we got outside we were surprised by two horse drawn sleighs.  The
drivers had Victorian top coats and hats, and the horses were adorned with
greenery.  The twelve of us fit snuggly in the two sleighs.  It was a short
ride, but they took their time.  The snow was lightly falling, adding to
the seasonal ambience.

As we made our way to Pete's we started to see a few cars checking out our
lights. Stan, Connie and Angelo were in the front seat of our sleigh.  The
petite Connie was huddled close to Stan.  I was tightly placed between Pete
and Barry, I wasn't complaining.  Pete had his right arm around me holding
me close, and suddenly I felt Barry's hand on my knee.  The night had
interesting possibilities.

All too soon we were at Pete's.  His house and lights looked almost elegant
in the soft snowfall.  He opened the front door and welcomed us into his
warm home.  We quickly gravitated to the table, which he somehow had
manipulated so it could seat twelve.  Stan kept tending to the spark that
has started between him and Connie, by being the consummate gentleman and
seating her.  The rest settled down, picking seats near new friends.

Angelo started the pasta and sauce in the kitchen.  It was Aunt Connie's
recipe, so he was on the spot.  Connie took the chance to tell us about the
traditional Italian meal.  "First you have antipasti, served at the table.
Kyle took liberties with that tradition, but I forgive him.  Next you have
primo, or the first course, usually a pasta or soup.  Then comes secondo,
the main dish which is a meat dish.  Angie promises me they are following
the traditions, and I see that Pete has the wine on the table. I have a
feeling we are in for a treat tonight."

Angelo spoke up from the kitchen.  "I have learned one thing in life, Don't
try to serve Connie Italian food that isn't authentic.  I learned that
lesson once, and that was enough."

"Italians can see a topless woman on the beach, and not bat an eye, but
serve them inauthentic food, and call it Italian, and you'll have hell to
pay.  Here's to real Italian Food, Salute!"  Connie raised her glass in
toast to her friends.

"Salute" everyone replied as glasses were clinked.

Shortly Angelo had finished and sauced the pasta.  He brought two large
bowls to the table and informed us we were eating family style.  Connie
visibly approved, and everyone passed the bowls, filling their plates.
"Mangia." he said and everyone sampled their pasta.

Angelo was hesitant, waiting for Connie's appraisal.  "Perfecto" she said,
followed by a rapid fire string of Italian.  She was talking with her
hands, rings, bracelets and her fork almost became a deadly weapon as she
gesticulated and talked.

"Roughly translated Connie said that her no- longer-little nephew has made
his aunt fucking proud."  Angelo said.  We all became quiet, even Connie,
while we tasted the pasta.  It had a fresh, yet complex flavor.  "My aunt
has taught me that not all sauces have to be simmering on the stove for
hours to be tasty."  We all were tasting the evidence of that.

While Pete prepared the secondo, we topped off wine glasses and chatted
around the table.  "So tell me about the nude beaches" Stan said.  I
noticed he perked up earlier when she mentioned topless beaches.

"American's are so puritanical when it comes to sex" Connie said "We have
to lighten up.  They're just breasts, all women have them."

"But some are created more equal than others" Stan replied.

"So are Penises, but the difference is Men think with their penises, women
don't think with their breasts." Connie said.

"Hear Hear," Sarah said.  "I am still single because I make the mistake of
falling for the guy who thinks with one head, and not the other.  Hopefully
some day I will find the guy who knows how to use both heads equally."

"When you find him, hold onto him" Brent said looking over to Gino.

"My boys, aren't they the sweetest?" Connie said.  "What kind of guys are
you falling for Sarah?  Maybe you need to convert one of Brent or Gino's
friends.

"That is a waste of time. Sarah said.  "Brent and I have a former co-worker
who plays it straight, but both of us know whose team he plays for.  Brent
told me he saw our friend getting a blow job at the bar a few months back.
One of our naïve co-workers overheard the tail end of the story and
wanted to know the rest of the details.  Brent cleaned up the story for our
friend Jen, he told her our friend was getting "serviced" by the bar.  Jen
didn't get it, thought service was expected in a bar, so Brent drew her a
picture."

Brent finished the story.  "I had to tell her that being serviced was an
euphemism for receiving a blow job.  Jen blushed, but then had to find out
how prevalent open sex was at the bars.  We all laughed when she finally
got the whole story, but the funniest thing was when Gino was at the store
later on in the week.  He saw Jen and said, "Can I get some service over
here?""

Everyone laughed, especially Stan.  "I gotta find a bar where I can get
service like that" He said.

"No you don't, I don't need to lose anyone else to the other team.: Connie
said.

The laughter around the table was honest and loving.  It quieted down when
Pete brought a platter with the porchetta to the table.  "This is a true
secondo" Connie said while she used her hands to waft the scent of the
roast towards her nose.  "It smells delizioso.  The roast in fact looked
succulent and tender.  The herbs and seasonings embedded within added to
the scent.  Each carefully sliced piece looked juicy. It was truly done to
perfection.

The platter was passed from friend, to friend.  Again all eyes were on
Connie as she sampled the roast.  Her eyes rolled up in her head, she took
another bite.  You could tell she was savoring each morsel.  "She's
speechless" Angelo said.  "Someone write this date down, I guess there
really is a first for everything"

No one laughed louder or longer than Connie. When she finally quieted down
she raised her glass and looked Pete in the eye.  "Grazie, you have truly
brought me back home to Italy.  This is what it is all about, not that
commercial crap.  Spending time with family and friends, especially friends
who become family Salute!"

"Salute!" We all replied.

All too soon Angelo and Pete offered some dolce and espresso.  We all
crowded around the fire and the tree sharing the warmth of our extended
family.  The parade of cars viewing our lights was slowing down.  The night
was coming to a close for some of us.  Brent had to work the next day so he
Sarah Gino and Roger left.  Connie mentioned that she too had a busy day at
the office the next day, and Angelo started to dress to take her home.  "I
don't live too far from you" Stan said.  "I would be happy to drive you
home."

That left Angelo, Justin, Barry, Charlie Pete and I to fend for ourselves.
Pete pulled me aside and asked me to fire up the sauna while he cleared
things away in the kitchen.

When Pete finished he cleared his throat.  "Charlie is our designated
driver, he can ferry anyone home, but I suggest you all stay and enjoy the
comforts of my sauna."  He looked Justin directly in the eyes "Especially
you young man."

"I have no plans on leaving until I am kicked out.  And even then I might
fight back".  Justin said,

"For the new guys, here are the rules.  We sauna naked, but tonight we
can't undress up here, too many gawkers looking at the lights might get an
eyeful.  We also cool down the traditional way.  We have fresh snow out
back to jump into, I expect everyone to follow suit.  I do have robes to
put on if you wish to take the party upstairs.

I knew from the beginning of the night that Pete was hot for Justin, hell I
knew it on Saturday. I actually welcomed that development.  It would be hot
to see my man give the young redheaded bulldog a ride.  I had my eyes and
mind on Barry anyway.  Barry had mellowed during the evening.  His handsome
features were highlighted by the fire.  To use an old fashioned term, I
guess I was smitten.

He walked with me downstairs.  We undressed together, slowly.  As layers of
clothes were removed I saw the strength beneath the added pounds.  He was
hairier than I remembered, he must have shaved back in the day.  He wasn't
hung like Pete, something he pointed out off the bat.  "I'm not as big as
Pete, but I know what to do with it"

I hugged and kissed him, our dicks poking each other's bellies.  "I have no
doubt we will show each other a fun time" I said.

Meanwhile Pete and Justin were in a similar embrace.  Pete immediately
found the convenience of a guy who was nipple height as Justin chowed down
on Pete' meaty pecs., I saw Pete flick his knuckles over the short hairs of
Justin's flat top and imagined myself in the same situation.  This shared
intimacy of two couples ignited both to explore more. Barry and I grabbed
each other's butt cheeks almost simultaneously.  I think we were laying
claim to who was going to top that night.

Pete's hands followed Justin's flat top as the shorter man slowly went down
to his knees.  He took all of Pete's nine thick inches into his mouth.  His
red goatee meshed with Pete's salt and pepper pubes.  Pete ground his
thickness into Justin's throat, only pulling out to offer him his
balls. Justin welcomed the offering, taking one and then the other deep
into his mouth. Pete's dick rubbed the side of Justin's face, it was
pointed towards me and Barry.  I saw a string of pre-cum descend towards
the floor, finally breaking off.

I was getting overheated, but was finally able to croak out "We should join
Charlie and Angelo in the sauna before it is too late to do so" We broke
away from each other and slowly entered the sauna.  Charlie had the cat
bird seat, on the top bench, stretched out, his back against the cedar
planked wall. Angelo was between his legs, feasting on the thickness that
was pointed towards the ceiling.  Angelo's butt had already developed a
nice sheen of sweat.  Both men were as tempting as hell, I could easily
have joined that duo, but I had someone new to explore.

I grabbed a spot on the tier one step down from the top.  Barry quickly
joined me, and we were once again kissing, getting to know each other with
our strong hands.  I soon found the muscle that lurked underneath his added
pounds.  I realized there was a body builder hiding there somewhere, every
muscle was hard, but none harder than the iron pipe between his legs.  "Do
I have Viagra to thank for this?" I asked while stroking his five inches.

"My only Viagra is the man who I am kissing, and going to fuck... soon."
The urgency in his voice I couldn't deny.  Here was a man who I had hoped
to fuck, but I knew then and there that I needed him to fuck me.

With Pete and Justin in the sauna, it was a foregone conclusion who was
getting fucked.  Justin went to the top bench, the opposite end from
Charlie.  He sat his ass down, scooting it so it barely remained on the
bench spread his legs and rested his back against the wall.  Pete stepped
between his legs, bent over and started kissing Justin.  His hands found
Justin's flat top once again.  I could tell something about it drove Pete
over the edge.

Justin was a bulldog.  Sitting there sprawled on the sauna tier, his copper
body shimmering with sauna sweat he looked like a stocky drill instructor.
Pete almost read my mind as he assaulted Justin's body with his tongue and
hands.  He did everything I would have done if I had the chance. He nibbled
down his throat, leaving a trail of spit and sweat.  He went from one pit
to the other, inhaling as much of Justin's man scent as possible.  Pete
found the best angle to gnaw at Justin's nipples, then marked a trail down
to his cock, balls and ass.  He remembered my rimming techniques as he
lavished Justin's crack with his tongue. Justin lifted his left leg, giving
me a better view of my man's tongue as it plumbed the depths of Justin's
hole

I was really getting into watching this up close and personal invasion,
when I heard a grunt from the corner.  I saw that Angelo had once again
lowered himself onto Charlie's thickness. Angelo's dick was bobbing as he
was sitting there, bull nuts, to butt.  He finally leveraged his legs to
start raising and lowering himself on Charlie's thickness.

The sensations around us were not lost on Barry.  "I gotta get me some of
my own" he said as he flipped me over.  "Yeah, I have been needing an ass
like this for a long while" There were no preliminaries, I am not sure I
needed any.  His five inches found my hole, and lost themselves in it in a
matter of seconds.  He was true to his word, and gave me the ride of my
life.  Barry's knob found my prostate almost immediate and started
massaging it.  He gyrated his dick in, screwing my butt and opening it
completely.  I usually like to look into a man's eyes when he goes over the
edge, but neither of us had a chance.  Soon my dick was spraying the next
tier, while his was painting my insides.

I was lost in the intimacy of our own fuck.  When I snapped out of it, I
realized that Pete had Justin's knees over his shoulders while Charlie was
still deeply lodged in Angelo's butt.  Barry and I went down to ground
level to cheer them on.  Our cheers were not that original, just variations
on "oh yeahhh and FUCK yeah" but soon we rewarded with four smiling,
grunting, cumming friends.

We all let our pulse rates return to normal in the heat of the sauna.
Charlie was the first with enough energy to jump in the snow.  Soon
everyone felt the shock of the snow.  We showered slowly.  The robes were
laid out and we found our way to the living room and the fire place.  Pete
turned off all the lights except the Christmas tree.  The parade of cars
from earlier tonight had vanished.  We all sprawled on the couch, sharing
the touch of each others flesh.

Soon it was time for sleep.  On my suggestion we changed the pairings.
Angelo slept with Barry, Justin, with Charlie, and I ended up with Pete.  I
felt his embrace, and knew I didn't need anything else.  My friends had
truly become my family.