Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2015 10:38:31 -0500
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: In Touch Part 4

A Year In The Life

In Touch Part 4

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.

If this is your first trip to my series, I suggest you start at the
beginning, Snowplow.  You will get to know the characters more.

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In Touch Part 4

"You're so pretty when you sleep." Pete's voice greeted me as my eyes
adjusted to the light.  He was on the easy chair by the wall of
windows. The muted purple of the dawn sky silhouetted the trees in our
backyard.

"How long have you been watching me?"

"Just a few minutes. I was checking in on our friends.  Charlie, Angelo and
Fred never made it home, they are in a pile on the sectional. Derek and
Justin are spooning in their room.  They left their door opened just enough
that I could see the smile on Justin's face.  Gino and Brent are still
sawing logs in the office."

Pete got off the chair and joined me in the bed.  He spooned me while
nibbling at my ear. He then whispered "So tell me everything you think you
know."

I did, laying out the evidence. Charlie Chan and Sherlock Holmes didn't
have anything on me. Pete and I talked for a while, trying to figure out
what was next, how to proceed. We were equals in the discussion, it felt
great to have the trust.

"We could waste our day away Kyle, but we have some guests we have to
feed."

Pete and I pulled on some sweatpants, then went down to the kitchen. We
were a well rehearsed team, and soon there was enough bacon, sausage, eggs
and potatoes to feed our crew. I brewed a pot of coffee and put it in a
carafe, then started the second one.

"I'll go get the three amigos downstairs, you're in charge of the crew
upstairs Kyle."

Upstairs I heard low moans from the room across the hall so I decided to
give them some extra time. I heard some soft slurping from Brent and Gino's
room. I knocked.  "Breakfast's on the table in five minutes."

"Be right down Kyle" Gino said.  "We just gotta get dressed."

I walked back to Derek and Justin`s room.  The moans were louder. I heard
Derek's voice. "Yeah Yeah, that's it.  Move that ass, milk my dick."

I took evil pleasure in interrupting them. "Breakfast in five minutes
guys. Justin knows the dress code."

"We'll be down when we're ready, start without us" Derek said.

"We'll be ready in five" Justin grunted. "He doesn't know how talented my
ass is yet."

Pete was setting the table when I got down there. "We'll have to huddle
together to fit them all.  But that's okay, I like having my guys here."

"We might have to start without Derek and Justin, unless Justin is true to
his word. He might also need a cushion to sit on after last night."  I took
a pillow from the sofa, then a kitchen towel just in case. "There, all
ready for Justin."

"You really think he's going to need that?" Pete asked.

"Our crew has had Derek horned up for weeks, you tell me."

"Good point, maybe we should get another towel."

"Another towel for what?" Derek's voice was unmistakable. I looked up to
see our friend, his semi-hard dick tenting the towel wrapped `round his
waist. "Sorry, I think our clothes are downstairs.  Hope you don't mind."

"The dress code is casual here buddy" Pete said. "Where's your friend?"

"Ummm, he's making sure he can sit... uh... comfortably."

The rest of the guys started filtering into the kitchen. Coffee cups were
filled then each man heaped their plate. Justin was the last one to join
us, completely naked.

"You're throne is ready" Derek joked. "We thought you might be sitting
tenderly after last night."

"Oh, that little thing? I barely felt it." Justin filled his plate, then
sat his bare ass down.  There was a little hesitation, but he settled in
comfortably.

The camaraderie around the table was palpable. People joked and shared
beyond their usual partner or partners. The casualness worked for Derek who
lost most of the macho guard that he used on the job site.

"Last night was fantastic guys. Thanks for including me in the group
Pete. I was going to be there anyway but being there with a local legend
like you was beyond amazing."

"Local legend? Isn't that a bit limiting?" Pete joked.

"Too bad you didn't have a chance to go to the locker room" Fred
interjected. "Mario is quite the guy. He's sexy as hell close up."

"I didn't have to see him naked in the locker room to know that" Derek
joked. "Hell, everyone of you guys are sexy as hell. Pete has good taste in
friends, and I am glad to be part of that. At least I hope you consider me
a friend."

"That we do" Pete said.

I could have spent all day with the guys, but our friends needed to head
back to their own lives. Hugs and kisses were plentiful as we sent them
off.  Fred chauffeured Derek and Justin back to fetch their cars at the bar
then stopped by on his way back to the farmhouse.

"Guys, I don't know how to thank you for last night. Seeing Omar with
another man hurt me. But who knows, maybe he was cheating on him, while he
was with me."

"In the end you are better off without him Fred. You are a smart man, you
learn from your mistakes."  I really believed what I told Fred.  The hug he
gave me when he left told me he agreed.

Pete and I had the rest of Saturday to ourselves. We spent most of the day
laying in bed holding each other. The only interruption was a phone call
from Derek, thanking us for including him in the group. Pete took the call
sitting on his favorite easy chair.  I zoned him out as I thought of our
new friend.

"Great, we'll see you tomorrow night. You know the place right? Oh, Okay
Derek, talk to you tomorrow."

"We're meeting Derek at the diner, is that okay with you?"

"Of course it is babe. Now get back here and snuggle."  I pulled the sheet
back from my body, revealing my ass. Yes I was being obvious, but I needed
my man.

"Look at that pretty thing. Oh so kissable." Pete maneuvered me onto my
belly, then lifted my ass in the air.  His thick paws started to manhandle
my butt as he brought his bearded face closer to my ass. "Oh so beautiful"
he said, then I felt his tongue on my hole. "You got me leaking Babe."

Pete raised himself, then started to swab his dick up and down my
crack. "Between your spit and pre-cum I'm ready Pete." I felt him enter
me. "Yeah, home where you belong"

"I have a feeling I'll be taking up residence for a while Kyle." He leaned
over me, his strong chest rested against my back as he slowly made love to
me.  Pete peppered my neck with kisses. His beard flicked over my ear as he
ground his dick in and out. "Have I ever told you how sexy your neck is?
It's getting sexier by the day" he growled in my ear. "Yeah, gonna be in
your ass the rest of the afternoon, that leaves the night open. Any ideas?"

"Our sling, your ass, my dick.  How does that sound to you?"

"If your tongue and fingers are included, we got a deal. Speaking of which,
I need another taste."  I felt his dick leave my hole, replaced quickly by
his tongue. "Yeah, gonna cream-fill this hole. That is if I didn't deplete
myself last night.  I think I dumped about a cups worth in your butt. It
was so hot watching Derek and Justin fuck."

"Tell me about it. I covered the three amigos in jizz.  Glad they are not
the timid type. I don't think I shot that far in a long time. It was like I
was in my twenties."

"I'd like to think I was responsible for that geyser. But FUCK that was
hot. It made me fill you up like never before. OH SHIT I'm getting close,
gotta slow down.  I want this to last and not be a one pump dump chump."

Pete gave my ass one last lick, then hugged me from behind. "Let's spoon
babe, take it slow." He pulled me down to lay on our sides.  His strong
arms wrapped around me as he entered me slowly. I felt each inch enter. My
insides rolled over each thick inch, welcoming them home. "Yeah, that's
it. Keep it up. Keep doing that Babe. I'll just leave my boner there while
you work it over."

I did work it over, doing my best to please my man. Believe me it was easy
to do. I started off just rolling my butt muscles back and forth over his
dick.  Then I started to hump my ass back to meet his pubes.  I just let
him lay there holding me as I worked him over.

My gut started to heave. My breathing got short as his dick prodded my
prostate.  He was sending me over the edge, just laying there. Then he did
it. He pulled one arm free from the hug and flicked his knuckles over the
hot spot on my neck. I shivered up and down my spine then shot, my cum
reaching a spot four feet away on the floor. My ass clamped down on his
dick which started to produce rapid fire spurts into my ass.

"See it was me all along Babe" he said, then rolled me a quarter turn so I
was on my stomach. He slowly pulled his dick out. "Look at that, so pretty,
so tender, so you, so tasty. Damn Babe, it's leaking out. Gotta push it
back in. Like I said, so pretty. Ready for round two?"

The second round was even better. He took his sweet time. The added lube
and warmth of his load made it even more pleasurable. I think his hands
touched every muscle on my body as he made love to me that afternoon. He
filled me once again, licking away the errant tracks. I think he would have
gone for a three-peat if it wasn't for the call from a friend.

He scrambled to the chair to retrieve his phone. "Yeah, that sounds
good... You're sure of this right?... Good, see ya tomorrow."

"I gather things are going as you thought huh?"

"Yep, but I still worry.  This isn't easy."

I allayed Pete's fears the best way I knew possible. I pulled him back to
my arms and hugged the crap out of him. We laid there, solving the worlds
problems in each other's arms. We might have greeted slumber that way if my
gurgling stomach didn't make it's presence known.

"Have to take care of my hubby.  How does pasta sound? My treat."

I hated to get dressed. Pete hated it even more. "Damned shame to cover
that butt of yours, but I don't know any clothing optional restaurants."

Personally I looked forward to being out with my guy. We had more than a
few people stop us to remark about the wrestling match. Everyone agreed
that Mario's match was the highlight of the night. Pete did his share of
the "Ivan Pose" and signed a menu or two.

"Ivan" came home with us and took his turn in the sling. It was my chance
to use a Hall Pass and fuck "Ivan."  He was quite athletic in that sling, a
very demanding bottom, and I rose to the occasion. I think I gave
pile-driving a new definition as I pummeled his ass.

He broke character. "FUCK KYLE, Give it to me" It was my turn to push him
right over the edge.

"You got it Pete" I gave him one long thrust, hitting his prostate dead on.

"OH GAWD" he said as his dick juice flew out of his dick, hitting his open
mouth and beard. "Oh SHIT." The next string hit his chest. "DAMN." The last
pulses pooled on his pubes.

Those pulses went right to my dick, and I unloaded in his butt.  My toes
curled standing there. I got up on the balls of my feet, sending his filled
ass forward in the sling. My ass jack-hammered his butt once more as my
load seemed to increase. "Was it worth it babe?"

"You deserve the world championship belt of fucking Kyle. It's a shame no
one else will be able to experience quite like that, but I am glad that I
am the man who gets to be fucked by you for the rest of time."

I slowly pulled out. I saw his butt hole was quaking as I exited.  I saw
how tender and strong it was, and realized I was seeing the same beauty he
had seen in mine.  A pearl of white leaked out as I left him completely.  I
nudged the drop back in with my dick, then went on my haunches to assure
that nothing else would try to escape.  I licked his hole, tasting and
feeling the folds with my tongue. The beauty continued there as I tasted my
man's essence.

The sling was still swaying as Pete came down from his fuck high.  I went
to his side, steadied the sling by pushing down on Pete's gut, then bent
over to kiss him.

"Remember, I can still fuck others, but no ass measures up to yours. Let's
hit the shower, then the sheets" I said, then helped him out of the sling.

Shower time was kissing time as we continued holding, and snuggling each
other. Soap was spared as we both wanted to bask in the essence of man. We
saved on towels too, allowing our caresses and time to air dry
ourselves. We ultimately ended the night in each others arms under a single
sheet.  Our body heat was enough on this early March night.

Sunday's intimacy centered on talking things through. When I met Pete
during that blizzard, I should have guessed he was adverse to change. Every
clue in his house pointed to the fact that he was comfortable in the way
things always had been. But ever since he fell for me, changes were
happening right and left. Apprehensive was the best word for how he was
feeling that Sunday morning, and he saw no change in sight.

Somehow I pointed out that this rock solid aspect of his character would be
the part carrying him through the following months of change. I think that
quieted his concern for the time being.

It was a beautiful day so we took Pete's vintage Charger to the diner for
our date with Derek. I drove it for the first time ever. It was exciting
harnessing all of that legendary muscle for the fifteen minute drive. Pete
looked off into the harbor as we got closer. I could tell he was mulling
everything over.

"Our usual booth if it's open" Pete said to the hostess. "There will be
another guy joining us. He kinda looks like me."

We were seated right away. We had made better time than I thought, so Derek
wasn't there yet. We ordered coffees then waited. I saw Derek park his
car. He stopped to look at the Charger. I saw the same connection I had
with it months earlier.  I could tell he wanted to touch it, but as a true
gear head, he knew it was off limits.

"They're right over here" the hostess said to Derek, even before he started
to speak.

"Guy's, did you see that cherry Charger outside? I wonder who was lucky
enough to be driving it here?"

"That would be me" I said. "Pete trusted me enough to drive his baby."

We motioned to Derek, he sat. "You've got a great car, and a great
partner. I should be so lucky. Of course who am I to complain, I got a nice
bit of Detroit muscle back in my garage. And if this thing with Justin
works out..."

"Just how is that going? I would have invited him, but I assumed he worked
tonight."

"He's hot Pete, I don't think I have had this much sex since I moved back
to Minnesota. But if it keeps up, my right hand is going to get jealous,
and those posters of you are going to get lonely."

Pete inhaled quietly. "About that..."

Just then Barry entered the diner.  He looked over, saw us, then made a
bee-line for our booth. "Mind if I join you?"

"Scoot over Derek, make room. Barry, you remember Derek."

"Yes I do. He made quite the impression on me Friday night at the bar. Why
don't you tell me a little bit about yourself."

Derek became a bit of a chatty Cathy, filling in another of his idols on
his history. Barry listened raptly at the story of a boy born to a single
mother on the range. He related how he was a huge local wrestling fan,
until he and his Mom moved to California when he was ten. "I really got
into the car culture out there.  The wrestlers weren't as fun to watch, but
I kept my scrapbooks.  My grandma would send me updates."

"Tell me more about your Mom." Barry added. "How was it being raised by a
single mom."

"She was the best, a bit of a hippy I guess you would say. She always did
her best, giving me things, working an extra job or two.  You know, I never
missed my father. She was always enough for me."

Pete spoke up. "Did she ever talk about your father?"

"Not really, she said he was a good man, but just not ready to be a
dad. Mom was a free spirit. I guess she knew she was able to handle me, and
some of the people in our life helped her. She wouldn't say anymore about
my dad. But if I ever got out of line and brought him up, she would set me
straight. ""He would have loved you Derek, I just never gave him the
chance" she would tell me. She kept on telling me that until the day she
died from cancer."

Barry reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelop.  There was a small
faded color photo in it. "Is this your mother?"

Derek's face went white, he looked at the photo, then at Pete, then
Barry. "What are you trying to say?"

"I think I'm your father Derek, and I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.."
Pete said, then hid his face in his hands.

I looked over at Pete.  I saw the tears he was hiding. I then looked at
Derek. I couldn't read him like I could his father.  The muscles in his
neck tensed as he looked at the man across the table from him. He threw the
photo down on the table, it landed in front of me.  I saw a young Pete
holding a blond woman. His conservative crew-cut clashed with her flowing
blond hair.

"Well" Derek said, he neck muscles shaking. "Don't you think you owe me an
explanation after 35 years?

Pete looked up through tear filled eyes. "Derek, I owe you more than an
explanation. I owe you for everything I missed out on over that time. I owe
you for every time you needed a dad and there wasn't one there. But you
have to understand one thing. I never knew I had a son until Friday. If I
had even an inkling, I would have done my best to be in your life from day
one. I was never given the chance."

"Pete's right" Barry said. "He only saw your Mom a few times over the
course of that Winter.  He was just starting out as a wrestler and she was
barely out of high school.  When she disappeared from ringside at the
matches, we just thought she moved on to another crush."

"You guys will have to excuse me for a moment." Derek got up and pulled on
his jacket.  Barry allowed him to leave the booth and we watched him walk
out to his car.

"I don't know how else we could have handled this Pete, I think we did our
best."

"Maybe we should have waited longer, or not told him at all."

"And have him continue to try to sleep with the two of you?"

"Well, there's that. That makes it very awkward because I know both of us
lusted after him." I finally admitted.

The waitress brought our meals. I saw that Derek was out in the parking
lot, still sitting in his car. "Let me see if I can talk to him."  I went
outside, tapped on his window.  He unlocked the door, so I joined
him. "Pete knows there is nothing he can do to make up for all of those
years. We have talked about this. He only can promise you that he will be
there for you now. Me too, we'll make good on that promise."

Derek looked up at me, his tears were evident. "We know it can't be easy" I
continued. "But we will give you the space you need, when you need. In the
meantime there is a meatloaf dinner in there that is beyond this world.  I
don't want it to go cold when we both could be in there getting to know
your father a little more."

"Do you really think he's my father?"

"He is willing to take a DNA test on national TV. Wouldn't that be a good
Springer episode? But I don't think that's necessary. I see Pete in every
movement you make.  He's your father, and he is willing to be your Dad."

We got out of the car, he hugged me then said "Time to get to know my Dad."

In his touch, I knew he was father's son.