Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 11:16:19 -0600
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year In The Life, Home For The Holidays Part 2 & 3

A Year In The Life

Home For The Holidays Part 2 & 3

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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December Home For The Holidays Part 2.

Pete

It was billed as the Match of the Generations.  Some wrestling promoter got
an hare-brained idea to have a wrestler from the 70's wrestle one from the
New Millennium.  I am not sure how they picked me, but here I was, in the
locker room of the DECC arena.  To add to the theatrics they chose a
redheaded female wrestler to be my trainer.

Her stage name was Flame, and she burned brightly.  She wore a two piece
outfit.  Flames started from her pussy, and rose to a point where the last
flames framed her large breasts.  The top itself was a marvel of modern
engineering.  How she was able to wrestle and not flash those boobs was a
miracle to me.  I had paid attention to her career, probably because she
was a fucking hot redhead.  More than once I had watched her on TV and I
would throw a rod.  It was easy to slide down my sweatpants and pull out a
nice load watching her wrestle.

But here I was with her, naked in the locker room getting ready for the
Match of the Generations, and my cock was flaccid.  "Looks like you need
some relaxation before the match, we have time" she said as she locked the
door.  Walking back she undid her top, throwing it aside.  Her breasts, the
result of a well paid plastic surgeon, were masterpieces.  Life started to
travel to my dick.  She noticed, and soon her orange-red lips were on my
cock.

She wasn't that talented of a cocksucker.  However between her red hair and
her perfect breasts, she was able to coax a semi- hard-on out of me.  She
bobbed for a few., someone knocked on the door saying "Showtime" and we
were done.  I pulled on my hammer and sickle wrestling trunks, my fur lined
robe, adjusted my dick and walked out into the arena.

I was going to wrestle "The Prodigal Son".  He was the young son of an old
wrestling foe, The Roamin' Roman.  I had been watching his career with
interest because I was once very close with his father.  He even asked me
to be his son's godfather.  I will admit I haven't been much of good one
the last dozen years, but tonight was a chance to reconnect.

Mario, AKA The Prodigal Son and I got into the ring.  In my corner was
Flame.  The Prodigal Son had my old friend The Roamin' Roman in his.  We
squared off, I started to strut around the ring, easily getting into my old
persona.  I confronted my old foe Giorgio "Not man enough to take me on?
You have to send in your son to do the dirty work?"

"My son will have you on the ground in seconds, begging for mercy" Giorgio
growled back "Then the two of us can settle this score outside."

Flame and Giorgio went to their corners.  I looked Mario in the eyes.  We
started to dance around the ring.  About three rows back I saw Kyle with
Justin, the red headed waiter.  The script had our match ending in a tie,
but suddenly I had to win.  I lunged at Mario.  I think I surprised him
because I knocked him down.  We were actually wrestling for a moment, lost
in the physical nature of each other.  He whispered "give it all you've got
old man."

I saw Kyle and Justin as I was down on the floor.  There was a light on
Justin.  His ginger flat-top glowed.  My dick reacted.  I was filling out
my trunks, throwing a massive rod so I quickly got Mario into my trademark
Hammerin' Headlock.  That only masked my problem for a minute.  We
struggled, Mario's handsome face being trapped in my crotch put more
urgency in my erection.  My wrestling trunks were old, and they started to
disintegrate.  Soon I was down to my old jock, and that couldn't handle my
prick.

Mario was trying to break free, and I was vulnerable wrestling in just my
jock.  He humped himself up, I could feel the hardness of his dick on my
back.  With one steady move he broke free of my stranglehold.  We wrestled
throwing away the script completely.  I tried to gain traction, and pulled
off his trunks accidentally leaving us both in jockstraps strained to the
max.

The crowd got quiet, Justin and Kyle rose.  Everyone else faded to black as
my dick escaped the jock.  We both pulled off each other's jocks, and our
dicks started their own match.  They were built to go head to head.  He was
just as big as I was, maybe longer.  We rolled around on the mat until I
gained enough leverage.  I finally was ready. I lifted his leg, my dick
found the spot, and our sweat eased entry.

The arena was silent and I heard Kyle grunt out "Yeah"

I awoke, balls deep in Kyle's ass.

Kyle

Pete's interlude that night was erotic.  We had shared a gentle embrace as
we both fell asleep.  I don't know about Pete, but I enjoyed my fun in the
sauna with Barry even more because I was experiencing it in Pete's
presence.  The fact that Pete was fucking the redheaded fireplug in my
presence heightened it even more.  We didn't need to have athletic sex in
bed to show each other how we felt, but sometime during the night I started
to feel Pete getting physical

He started to grunt as his dick started to grow.  His movement woke me up.
He almost seemed like a dog having a dream about running, he was that
active.  Suddenly his dick was at my hole, I relaxed and let nature take
it's course.  I let out a guttural "Yeah" and pushed back. His fucking was
gentle, but urgent.  I felt he was making love to me.  I lost all pretenses
of being asleep and encouraged his lovemaking.  "Yeah baby, fill your man
with that dick.  Oh, yeah, you found the spot, keep rubbing it with your
dick.  Fill me up, yeah, fill me upppp!"

He did, embraced me, and then left his dick there as we both fell back to
sleep.

Pete

I beat Kyle out of bed as usual.  I went downstairs to take a shower, not
wanting to wake him.  I thought about my dream.  What the hell did it mean.
I hate to say this, but I was fucking confused.  What was going on, I was
thinking sexual thoughts about my godson I hadn't seen in years, and
meanwhile a hot female wrestler couldn't even get me to pop a boner in a
dream.  Then Justin enters the picture and I am steel hard.

Didn't Connie mention last night that men usually think with one head
instead of the other?  If I ever was going to figure things out, I would
have to think with both heads equally.  I soaped my body down.  I started
to caress my body sensually.  The hair on my strong pecs felt masculine to
the touch.  I let my fingers soap up my crack, and linger at my hole.  I
massaged my thighs, one after the other, and felt their strength.  While my
hands were roaming over my muscles I realized that I was enjoying the same
masculinity that I enjoyed with any of my recent playmates.  It was that
same strength that I felt in the ring.

Fuck it, I decided.  I like men.  One man in particular I loved.

I rinsed, dried off, and grabbed my robe to wear upstairs.  I reheated some
of the leftover porchetta, scrambled some eggs, made toast and coffee and
then went upstairs to roust the rest.  Everyone joined me at the table, I
dished up breakfast.  No one bothered to tie their robes, and I didn't
complain.  I looked around the table.  Everyone was content, communicating
without talking.  Angelo and Barry shared a glance that told me that
everyone's favorite bottom, topped last night.  I looked at Justin and
imagined that my fireplug had probably been stretched out by Charlie's butt
plug .

Then I looked at Kyle.  Fucking Kyle.  Kyle, the guy that made both of my
heads happy.  My dick expanded, my heart sighed.  "I wish you didn't have
to go to work today" I said looking at him.  I said it using both heads.

Kyle

Pete woke me up.  I could smell the coffee and breakfast, so I hurried in
the bathroom.  I felt moistness in my ass as I pissed through morning wood.
After slipping on the robe from last night, I padded downstairs to join the
rest of them at the table.  We were all comfortable, no one bothered to tie
their robes.  Damn what great eye candy.

The porchetta tasted even better than last night.  The strong coffee gave
me a needed jolt.  No one really said anything, but you could tell that
everyone was happy in the afterglow.  I was really hating the fact that I
had to work that day, and to make matters worse Pete said "I wish you
didn't have to go to work today" Damn him.  He has always been sensible
about such things, he knew I had only two more days of work before closing
the office for the holidays.

"Sorry babe.  Only two more days of work.  Then we can spend more time
together."  I wondered if I was pushing some boundaries by calling him babe
in front of others, but it felt right.  I could have lingered over
breakfast for a bit longer, but I had work to do.  "Time for me to get
dressed so I can head home to get ready for work."  Charlie joined me,
followed by Angelo..  We walked home where I took a quick PTA shower, Pits,
Tits and Ass.  I made it to the office with just a few minutes to spare.

At the office the computer company that I was dealing with stopped by with
a Christmas gift.  I had already ensured my office and home had up to date
computers, so I quickly knew two friends would be beneficiaries of the
gifts Our front reception area was a veritable feast of Christmas cookies
and snacks.  The team was busy tying up loose ends before Friday.  On the
spur of the moment I ordered a antipasti tray from the Italian grocery
store, had it delivered for lunch, and then over a bottle of wine I also
had delivered, I gave them the rest of the week off.

There were hugs all around.  We had already planned to give out small gifts
on Thursday, so we shared them at lunch.  The mood was jubilant, aided by
the extra day of paid time off.  I think I could have been voted boss of
the year at that moment.  After everyone left, I sent out a quick seasonal
thank you to all of my clients and potential clients, and told them our
office would be closed for the Holidays.

I put the computers into my car, stopped at Brent's store and bought a few
stocking stuffers, a shaving kit and supplies, and gift wrap.  There I ran
into Sarah, who thanked me for the party last night.  "It was great to meet
all of you" she said.  "You and Pete have something good going, don't let
it get away.  I only hope I can find something like that someday."

"Sarah, you are a prize, and someday you are going to meet a guy worthy of
that prize.  Have fun along the way, but don't sell yourself short."

I drove home.  There was a light snowfall, nothing to hamper driving.  I
took the scenic route.  The gray winter day showed life in unexpected ways.
The inner harbor was glazed in ice, but the large lake off to the left was
open. A salty was heading under the Aerial Lift Bridge at Canal Park.  The
lack of leaves on the trees enabled you to see further into the forest.  I
saw squirrels scampering up bare birch trees and deer feeding on
underbrush.  I finally drove down the hill, turned into our road, headed
for my home, but pulled into Pete's.

Pete opened the door.  "I didn't expect you so soon."

Pete

I really wasn't expecting to feel this empty when Kyle left..  Sure Barry
and Justin were there.  I toyed briefly with playing around with the two of
them, but remembered a fantasy I had of Justin, Kyle and I.  Justin showed
interest in my workout room, so the three of us did a brief workout.  Damn,
I was getting horny, but I thought with both heads and made it through
without tackling the two of them.  Sure there was some grab-ass while
showering, but I kept my dick to myself.

I puttered around the house.  After the friendship and love of last night,
it felt empty.  Up in my bedroom I noticed the unmade bed.  I thought of
last night, our lovemaking, and quietly straightened the bed. I saw the box
beside the chair.  It was Kyle's ass training gift to me.  The smaller
dildo reminded me of the man who left earlier that day.  I noticed the
suction cup base and thought I would put it to use.  I started a shower,
placed the base at an appropriate height, and then backed onto it.  It felt
great, so I started to do reps.  I decided that since I was in training, I
had to use it to build up to the real thing.  I counted off as I pushed
back.  For my first time, I decided that 25 reps were a good amount.

When finished I got dressed again.  I was still in a mood, but at least my
butt felt happy, I went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  I
noticed that my shaved head was showing a bit too much stubble.  I was
about to prep and shave it when I heard a loud knocking at the door.

I went downstairs, opened the door to Kyle. "I didn't expect you so soon."

"I hope I am not infringing" he said, "but I gave my employees an extra day
off.  I just had to see you.  I have almost two weeks off, I'm all yours."

I pulled Kyle inside quickly.  We embraced, kissed with passion and started
to let our hands discover each other.  My hands went for his ass, his
muscular arms drew me in tighter as his hands and fingers raked through the
stubble on my head.  I did my best to trace over all of the body parts I
found so sexy and masculine on my own body earlier in the day.  My hands
slipped into his shirt and felt his hairy pecs.  My fingers slipped down
his denim covered crack, I could even feel his butt-hole.  Damn, was he
even wearing his usual boxer briefs?  I bent over a bit to feel his strong
thighs.  I pulled one up as we kissed.  My lips never left his.  My fingers
hovered over his secret spot at the nape of the neck, he shuddered.  Fuck,
I needed this.

Kyle

He literally pulled me inside, into his home, into his arms. We were
kissing, making out like lovers who hadn't seen each other in years, not
hours.  I grabbed his sexy head, he grabbed my ass.  The stubble felt great
on my fingers, I wanted to discover more.  His touch was magical.  He read
my mind and mapped out my body with his hands.  From my pecs, to my ass
crack he felt me.  A finger pushed some denim into my hole, it was ready,
unencumbered with my usual shorts.  A strong hand massaged my thighs,
pulling one up, and then he drew his fingers up my spine, found that spot,
and without touching me, he made my back spasm.

Coming up for air after that kiss, that exploration, he looked me in my
eyes "I need you."

My fingers caught the stubble on his head, my eyes caught his smile.  "I do
too"

We walked silently upstairs. The snow has ended, and there was some late
afternoon light.  It caused a glint off the stubble on Pete's head.  My
fingers skated over the short hairs.  Pete experienced his own spasm.

"I was just about to shave it, why don't you do it for me?" Pete said.

There was nothing else on earth I wanted to do more at that moment, than
shave Pete's head.  We undressed quickly.  I followed Pete into the
bathroom.  His dick bobbed on the vanity as he laid out the supplies needed
and prepped the sink.  I rested my hard-on on his crack as he got things
ready.  He filled the sink with hot water, the steam rose and left a mist
on the mirror.

He took a washcloth and let it soak for a minute, then wrung it out before
giving it to me.  At his instructions I placed the warm cloth on his bald
scalp as he leaned forward.  I let the washcloth soften his stubble, while
I massaged his broad back.  My cock kept his ass-groove entertained while I
let the warmth do it's magic He had an old fashioned shaving brush ready
with mug and shaving powder.  I lathered it up, still teasing his crack.  I
lavished his stubble with the sudsy mixture, envious of the brush as it
caressed his scalp.

My dickhead was at his hole, he opened to let me in.  I slid in, to the
hilt, and then grabbed the razor.  "No sudden movements baby.  We don't
want me to slip with this in my hands."

Pete pushed back a bit more, clamped down on my dick.  "Go for it.  I trust
your skills"

I steadied his shoulder with the grip of my left hand as my right hand
started to shave his head.  I followed each swipe of the razor with a
stroke into his butt, and a rinse of the blade.  I could have completed the
task in seconds, but I wanted it to last.  I leaned in, slipped my tongue
over a recently shaved spot behind his ear and licked.  Finding no stubble,
I slid my dick out a bit, then back right into his prostate.  Each movement
of my dick caused his own to slide over the surface of the vanity.  He was
leaving a trail of slime as I shaved him.

I shaved behind his right ear.  Then I went in for a lick as I rinsed off
the blade.  "Perfect" I said as I tasted my man.

My dick found his button, and he grunted out a guttural "Yes it is".  I
slid into the hilt again, made a few more passes with the razor, rinsed the
blade and then withdrew my dick, only to slam home again.  I was pounding
his butt, both hands finding his shoulders tensing up.  I leaned down as
far as I could, my tongue made contact with his spine.  I followed his
backbone with my tongue, ending at his freshly shaved head.  I kept on
hitting home with my dickhead.

The combination of my pounding on his prostate, and his dick sliding over
the edge of the vanity, caused Pete to lose it.  As he spurted three large
shots of cum on the vanity, his ass clamped down on my dick.  I filled his
butt with my juice, some escaping as I pulled out.

It was then that I saw the "Kyle" sized dildo still affixed to the shower
wall.  "You've been doing your reps I see."

Home For The Holidays Pt. 3

Kyle

Pete and I got dressed.  I could have stayed naked with him all vacation,
but I still had things to do.  I ran out to my car, grabbed the bag with
the shaving kit and came back inside.  "I hope this is not presumptuous of
me, but I need my own stuff, beside you don't use shampoo."

Pete walked over to his tree, grabbed a medium sized box and said "Go
ahead, open it."  Inside I found a shaving kit, filled with everything I
needed.  He wanted me there.

We turned on Pete's lights and I was just about to head home to do the same
when the phone rang.  "It's Charlie" Pete said.  "He has already turned on
the lights, he'll be heading up here soon to take us to the bar.  I guess
Stan said a few of the guys want to meet."

We sat on the couch waiting for Charlie.  Pete pulled me in and I rested my
head on his chest.  His hand again found it's way into my shirt, rubbing
the fur on my chest.  I realized he loved that touch as much as I did.  We
did nothing, just cuddled and looked at the tree.  Headlights started to
come down the road, we didn't care.

About fifteen minutes later Charlie showed up.  We reluctantly got off the
couch to let him in.  Charlie had that apprehensive look again, we both
felt it.  "Not sure how I am feeling about this fellas, but Stan tells me
that the guys miss me."

"Just be yourself Charlie, if they are really your friends, what has
happened won't matter. And if it does matter to them, they don't matter to
you."  I told him.

We got into Pete's truck.  Charlie drove, Pete trusted him.  I took my spot
behind and repaid Pete by nesting my hand inside his shirt on his hard pec.
I tapped out my own Morse Code on his chest One tap, four taps, three taps.
"What's that for?" Pete asked.

"I'll tell you later." I said.

It wasn't long before we pulled into the bar parking lot.  The guys were
waiting at the table.  Stan, Mike, Lynn and Fred.  Stan of course greeted
us with hugs all around, the other guys were a bit cooler.  "I had a great
time at the dinner last night guys, Connie is quite the lady." Stan
said. "I was just telling the guys about the decorating you did.  Mike even
has heard about it around town.  People are making a trip out to see it."

Mike piped up.  "Who knew that our friend Pete would have a "creative
side"" I couldn't tell if that was a compliment, or a dig, so I let it go.
"But I guess you have to applaud anyone who has the Christmas Spirit."
Mike was a husky construction foreman.  His wedding band added to my secret
crush.

We ordered drinks and a bunch of appetizers.  Charlie's ice tea wasn't lost
on Fred.  "Can't hang with the big boys huh Charlie?"  I had noticed that
Fred was already three sheets to the wind when we sat down, I was afraid he
was only going to go down hill from here.

"I'm a drunk Fred" Charlie said.  "I've finally admitted it and I haven't
had a drink for twenty-one days.  These have been twenty-one of the best
days of my life because of my friends here.  I came here because I wanted
to share this with all of my friends."

Fred muttered under his breath "That isn't the only thing he's admitted to.
Went from slurping down drinks to slurping down..."

It took Stan, Pete and I to hold back Charlie.  "He's not worth it Charlie"
Stan said.  "Don't waste your energy on him."

Mike grabbed Fred by the collar. "You're coming with me" Mike said as he
dragged him out into the cold Minnesota night.  We all were taken aback,
the table was quiet, and would have remained that way but the apps arrived.

The food was tasty, and with the drinks the mood lightened.  It took Lynn
to break the ice.  "Not to apologize or anything for Fred's behavior, but
you have to know we have heard some rumors.  It is kind of a shock to find
out that someone you have known for a long time might be a fa.. I mean gay.
I mean look at your guys.  Pete, you are a former pro wrestler, not some
fruit in a tutu."

Pete said "Hold it there, I have met fruit's in tutus who could pound the
living daylights out of the group of you.  And look at Pro Wrestlers, guys
in tight shorts and spandex strutting around showing off their junk.  You
can't get much gayer than that."

Stan and Lynn laughed at that.  By the time Fred and Mike returned to the
table the mood was light.  Mike said "Fred has something to say guys."

"Charlie, I am sorry for what I said.  I think I have had too much to
drink.  Let's let bygones be bygones."

"Done deal Fred."  Charlie said.

Nothing more was said about the matter.  We ordered another round, Charlie
paid.  Fred declined admitting he was a bit too drunk.  Stan nursed his
drink, I could tell he was concerned about Fred.

When it became time to leave we all felt a bit closer.  There were hugs all
around, Mike even gave Fred an extended bear hug.  I felt it was borderline
excessive until I realized what had happened.  Fred went for his keys,
ready to drive home. He couldn't find his keys, Mike showed me Fred`s keys,
behind his back.  Since he was keyless, Stan offered Fred a ride home.
After Stan and Fred left. Pete and I took the keys from Mike telling him we
could drive into town tomorrow and pick up Fred's truck to deliver it to
his apartment.

Mike gave me a final hug.  "I don't care what you guys do in or out of bed,
you are probably getting more sex than me.  However I am quite happy in how
Charlie is doing.  He has never looked better.  Any friend of Charlie's is
a friend of mine."  He grabbed my shoulders, planted a big kiss on my
cheek, turned around and left the bar.

"Down boy" Pete said, he knew my type. "He is 100% straight, and you are
taken."

We got into Pete's truck.  I again embraced Pete from the back seat.  My
hand found his hairy chest and I tapped out one tap, then four taps then
three taps.  He shook his head and threw his hands up to signal that he
didn't get my Morse Code.  I whispered "Simple, I L-O-V-E Y-O-U."

Charlie drove to our road.  The line of light gawkers was steady, it was
almost impossible to turn into Pete's drive.  We invited Charlie in.  He
begged off.  "Angelo is stopping by soon.  He has tomorrow off so I hope to
be making breakfast for the two of us."

We watched Charlie walk down the road to our place.  I knew he was going to
be putting one more day up on that calendar.

Inside Pete and I sat on the couch and looked at the lights.  He turned on
the oldies station, it was playing Christmas music full time.  Pete held me
close "Now that Mike's got you all horned up, I will have to take care of
you.  Oh the sacrifices I make.  Guess I will take one for the team."

Between the 14 foot tree, and the shimmering light curtains on each side,
no one could see into us on the couch.  The steady stream of cars didn't
bother us as we cuddled.  We both slowly disrobed as the music played.
Pete sang along, he was melting my heart.  He kissed me reaching down to
stroke my seven inches of thickness..  "You know you have a beautiful dick
Babe" He said.  "If they had an illustration for hard-on in the dictionary,
it would be your cock."

"That is only because your dick would take up too much space." I said.  I
scooted down to take Pete's uncut prize into my mouth.  Mike really did
have my juices flowing, but I doubt he had anything as tasty as Pete had
between his legs.  If we had appetizers earlier, Pete was offering up the
main course, and it was filling.  I took Pete into my mouth, letting his
covered knob twitch on the back of my tongue.  I slurped up and down his
cock, looking him in the eyes the entire time.

His eyes sparkled in the glow of the lights.  I could see the hunger there.
"I need something to eat too babe, scoot over." Pete said, and we started
to sixty-nine.  Our sex life had been so focused on fucking lately that we
felt like we were on new ground.  You could count the number of times Pete
had sucked someone on one hand, but he threw everything into blowing me. I
would deep throat Pete, he would follow suit.

His fat nuts looked tasty, so I took one then the other and rolled them
around in my mouth. He liked it so much he took his mouth off my dick to
watch.  He swatted my face with his thickness, pre-cum leaving a track on
my cheek.  Pete grabbed my nuts in his hand, the resultant mound looking
like a softball.  His tongue darted out to take a taste, then he slobbered
all over my balls.  My dick was leaking like a faucet all over his
forehead.

Finally he pushed my balls and dick aside, scooted himself for a different
angle of attack, and started to lick between my balls and asshole.  All
this time his dick was lodged in my gullet, leaking his cock honey.  Both
of us were getting close during this oral assault.  I didn't want to miss
out so I started to concentrate on the top four inches of his dick.  His
now expert rimming had me juiced up beyond belief.  Pre-cum ooze was
filling my mouth, my tongue savoring it.

"I'm close" I grunted, taking my mouth of his dick for a second.  He went
from ass to dick, swallowing me whole, just in time for me to lose it We
both shot off on each other's tongue.  It tasted like my man.  We
straightened ourselves up, sat on the couch, and kissed, swapping the cum
between each other.  One of the cars in the passing parade honked.

Angelo

Whoa, where do I start?  I can tell you I think I was in love that night.
I was heading over to see Charlie, this guy that I had one time tricked
with up at the Thompson Hill rest stop.  A month before, that was the
extent of my sex life.  Blowing truckers at a rest stop.  Then we had that
first major snow storm of the season.

I was out plowing my route, and I saw these two fuckers going at it by a
fireplace.  They didn't have a care in the world, they kept on fucking as I
drove by.  I drove back, they were still going at it.  I liked the view and
took pride in my job, so I made sure their road was spotless while I
watched them plow.  The top slammed into the bottom, and when he came, he
even stood and gave me a bow.  Wow the guy was hung.

I took a chance and a few days later I ended up in a three way with the two
of them.  I wouldn't say it was love, but I had a major case of lust for
the duo. By Thanksgiving I was part of their friends, and face to face with
someone from my past. Charlie was my former trick.  He said he was too
drunk to remember me, but I sure as fuck remember him.  It is hard to
forget his ice blue eyes, or the beer can cock I was giving mouth to mouth
to.

When I think about it, just a few weeks before that night I wasn't out to
anyone, not even myself.  My Aunt said she knew and was waiting for me to
figure it out.  Now here I was, just a week before Christmas, and I was
heading to see a man who... goddammit I loved.  I loved everything about
him, his Buddha belly, ice blue eyes, that blonde beard that was getting
sexier by the day, and especially that thick dick of his.  I turned down
their road.  Whoever plows this road is a master I thought, chuckling to
myself.  There were dozens of cars on the road. Even more than last night.
They all slowed down as they drove my Pete's.  I looked in, hoping to get a
glimpse of my friends.  Charlie said they were in a horny mood when he
left, so they were probably fucking like bunnies.  I didn't see a thing,
but I honked my horn in salute to the two.

I made it to Kyle and Charlie's place.  I pulled into his driveway, he met
me at the door.  Damn that boy looked good.  Charlie told me about his time
at the bar.  "I guess I finally came out to my friends tonight Angelo"
Charlie said "Stan told me it would be fine, but Fred had a bug up his ass
about something.  Mike took him outside to talk some sense to him, and in
the end Fred gave a half-hearted apology.  He blamed it on being drunk, and
heaven knows I have been there before."

Something about his description of Fred was eating at me, but I brushed it
off.  I was happy that my friend made some peace with his buddies.  Soon
Charlie said "Enough about me, how are you tonight?"

"Horny" I said as I jumped his bones.  I used to think of myself as a grade
"A" number one cocksucker, but with Charlie I wanted nothing more than that
thick dick up my butt.  Over the last few weeks I found out that my fat ass
was a fat asset.  More cushion for the pushin' they say, and my ass is
proof of that.  I think that my ass was born for Charlie's beer can thick
dick.

I keep trying to think of another way to describe his cock, since he
stopped drinking, but nothing seemed to fit.  He had a beer can thick cock,
and it fit my ass perfectly.  Charlie slid down on the sofa, spreading his
legs. He knew my favorite position.  I straddled his lap, bent over to kiss
him, and spent an hour looking into his eyes.

Damn those eyes.  I realize that it wasn't an hour, just a few minutes,
however I got lost in those crazy blue eyes easily.  I humped my fully
dressed ass up and down over the lump in Charlie's pants. That lump was
fighting to break free.  I wanted it to.  Charlie saw my eyes and said "I'm
taking you upstairs to my bed."

We walked upstairs.  Boy I needed him so bad.  He stopped me at the top,
kissed me, grinding that belly into mine.  "I gotta show you something" he
said and led me into the office where he pointed to the calendar.  "Three
weeks sober thanks to friends like you."  His eyes were misting up, I
kissed his cheek tenderly.

"Congrats Buddy, now fuck me silly to celebrate."  I said.

"That is your solution to everything.  My car started this morning, fuck me
silly to celebrate.  I have a hangnail, fuck me silly to celebrate."

"Works for me" I said.  I started to undress my favorite fur-ball.  He
responded by doing the same to me.  I started to rub on his Buddha belly,
he started to leak on my hands.

He pulled me to his room.  He had added some personality since he moved in.
He painted one of the walls in a dark Chinese red.  His dresser was in
front of it.  On top there was a Buddha statue and a small frame with a
card in it "One Day At a Time Gino" I rubbed Buddha's belly for luck, then
turned around and rubbed Charlie's belly the same way.

I pushed Charlie back onto his bed.  He fell back, beer can dick bobbing
upward.  I started slobbering on his offering, I couldn't resist it.  He
was leaking like a sonovabitch, man I liked that taste.  I was a good boy
scout growing up, so I was prepared.  My ass was cleaned and lubed.  I
straddled his dick, looked him in is eyes, and with both hands on his belly
I lowered my ass down on his dick.

Charlie closed his eyes and grunted out a "FFFFUCK."

"Be my guest" I said as I lowered the last inch.  He raised his legs, bent
his knees and started to meet my lowered ass with his thrusting dick.  My
dick was hard the entire time.  Gawd I fucking love having his meat in me,
my dick bouncing on his big belly.  He kept on thrusting, tensing his belly
and butt to drive that man-cock in me further.  My ass was built for his
cock, I have had longer, but none that fit better in me.  He was finding my
button with every stroke.  My dick was bouncing around on his belly,
spewing juice all over it.

I kept looking at his eyes.  They fucking sparkled as he screwed me.  Gawd
he was handsome to me I loved everything about him as he thrust into me. I
could feel us both getting closer.  My ass was loose, yet grabbed at his
thickness, I wanted to coax the cum out.  I was still bouncing as he
thrust, he finally held down my thighs, my dick slithered against his
belly.  He thrust forward three more times, filling my butt with his cum.
I lost it, shooting my load over his brillo pad belly.  I rubbed the cum in
one last time for good luck.

He pulled me down on top of him, his dick still firmly implanted in my ass.
"Damn I love you" we both said in unison.  I think we were both shocked.

Slowly we got out of bed.  Charlie led me to the bathroom. We showered to
rinse off the goo.  We found ourselves back in the bedroom, after Charlie
made a side trip to turn off the lights.  I rubbed Buddha's belly, then
Charlie's and joined him under the covers.  He spooned me and whispered in
my ear "I meant it"

"So did I" I replied, and then slowly fell asleep.

The next morning we woke up slowly.  I wasn't in any hurry to get moving,
neither was Charlie.  We were about to start coffee and breakfast when
Charlie got a phone call.

"It's Stan" he said The rest of the conversation was a bunch of "huhs?",
"whats?" and even a "no shit" He ended by saying "I'll go get Pete, we'll
see what we can do."

I tried to get the story out of Charlie, but he told me he would tell me at
Pete's. We dressed, walked to Pete's and knocked on his door.  Pete and
Kyle were in their robes.  Pete was cooking breakfast.  "Hey, I will put
some more on, sit down guys, what's up?"

Charlie started. "I just got a call from Stan.  After Stan dropped Fred off
at his apartment last night, Fred had a few more to drink, found his second
set of keys, walked to the bar, got in his truck and drove off.

Pete thought the worse "Oh shit, did he have an accident?  Is he all right?
Is he dead?"

"Well it could be worse, depending on how you look at it.  Fred got in his
truck, drove up to Thompson Hill, and solicited an undercover cop for a
blow job."

Suddenly it all clicked.  "THAT is how I know him" I said.