Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2015 10:32:29 -0500
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: Rebirth Part 3

A Year In The Life

Rebirth Part 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.

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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feedback, contact me at bixmeister57@gmail.com

Rebirth Part 3

Looking back on it, the rain that greeted us the second week in April, 2000
might have been the other shoe to drop. The weather had been unseasonably
warm and sunny, so the rain was our reminder that we lived in a northern
climate. It was a mixed blessing since it put our maple syrup project back
a few days, yet provided the needed moisture for its success.

Pete spent half the day on Monday covering the buckets, ensuring we
wouldn't be collecting rain water. He got out there early enough to beat
the rain in most cases, and was happy to report that more than a few
buckets had already collected sap.

The humidity also meant that the flooring project was on hold for a day or
two. Derek was more than happy to pick up the pizza and join us for our
weekly Antiques Roadshow fix, since the weather made it impossible for the
floor finish to dry safely. Putski quickly ran inside, avoiding the
raindrops was his main accomplishment for the night.

Fred found the perfect spot on the porch to enjoy the weather.  The deep
overhang on the front meant he could lounge about watching the rain. If
stress was a major contributing factor to his mild heart attack, the rain
washed that away. Jeff joined him during his break on the mail route. They
both felt solace in the sound of the rain. It was during those moments with
Jeff that Fred's vision for the porch came together.

Micah loved the rain. He was swamped already with income tax season, so the
rain meant he could focus on his work without distractions. As a young
accountant, he was experiencing his best tax season ever. His own taxes the
next year would reflect the increased income.

Jason saw no benefit in the rain. In an effort to increase police
visibility in the West Duluth area, the captain had him walking a beat
three days a week. Last week it was fine, but the city issued rain slicker
was not comfortable and it hid his features which had been the starting
point for conversations with many a woman last week.

The rain also meant that it would be a few more weeks until he could use
the Wheeler softball fields. If there was one thing Jason loved almost as
much as his wife, it was softball.  Being out with the guys, playing a
sport he liked, being physical with other men. Sure some of the men
distracted him, Captain for instance, but the camaraderie he felt offered a
connection with men that was acceptable.

Being out in the rain walking the beat, with his favorite outlet still a
few weeks off, forced Jason to think about the email he got from his
father-in-law.  Just what did he have to talk about that he couldn't
mention in his email? Worse, Patrick hadn't replied or phoned back yet.

I distinctly remember that every one of my friends had major cabin fever
when I called them on Tuesday to remind them of our usual Happy Hour get
together. I even convinced Micah that he should join us at the bar. He had
been at my office, going over taxes, and he looked more than a little
stressed.  I called Pete and told him I'd meet him at the bar, then helped
Micah finalize my taxes.

By the time we were done, he was able to put one client's work to bed. I
could see him relax as we left my office.  The rain was still falling as we
drove down the hill.  There was a beauty in seeing the city lights in the
rain. The vast lake melded with the sky, there was no delineation, no
horizon line. As I drove I hoped that Micah was seeing that beauty, instead
of focusing on all of his remaining clients.  A simple burger with friends
might help him regain that focus.

I had to park my car a bit farther away than usual. I waited for Micah to
park, then we walked to the bar. A handsome young policeman nodded to us as
we entered the bar. Most of the usual crew was there except the Charlie,
Angelo, Fred and Jeff who had told me they might be late.

Ever the businessman, Micah corralled Mike right away, asking him how his
business taxes were going. I could see from the look on Mike's face that he
was not too happy with the situation. Micah quickly slipped him a business
card which Mike put in his wallet.

Derek and Justin were talking to Pete about something in hushed voices. I
was sure that if I needed to know what the conversation was about, Pete
would inform me.

I guess the person that surprised me the most by his presence was
Rodney. We hadn't seen each other since the wrestling match. He was quietly
nursing a beer, so I joined him. "What's up my friend?" I asked him.

"Just taking it easy. Looking forward to summer and the end of this rain"
was his reply. He leaned in and in his low deep voice said "This shit is
making me horny. I need a piece of ass soon."

"Gotta look elsewhere my friend. Pete and I have made a pact." I didn't
tell him about the hall pass, he didn't need to know.

"Yeah I heard you went through a rough patch. Lots of things have happened
lately. I guess I fell out of the loop. I miss you guys."

I had missed Rodney too. Part of me missed his sexiness. Damn he had a way
about him that went right to my dick. But his humor and warmth were the
main reasons I had missed him. "Buddy, you know your friends are always
here for you. You got our numbers, we're always open for a visitor."

"But fuck, I don't know where I fit in anymore. Everyone I know is pairing
up. Even my buddy Justin is with Derek. Hey is it true Derek is Pete's son?

"Yep, he even calls me Dad.  Never thought that would happen." I looked at
Rodney. "So buddy, be honest. Even if you found the right person, if it was
a man, could you commit?"

He looked up, mulled it over for a minute. "Ummm... I dunno... I'd like to
think if I fell in love with someone... But shit... I like playing the
field while I still can."

The waitress Julie stopped by our table. "Boys, this crowd is usually more
boisterous, what's up guys?"

Pete looked up. "Just waiting on our friends, then we can order and
hopefully not be too loud."  Everyone laughed as Pete motioned for another
round while we waited for the boys. Our individual conversations went by
the wayside as we started to connect with others.

Just then the Policeman from earlier entered the bar. He stood at the
entrance and shook the rain off his slicker.

"Hey Jason" Julie yelled. "What are you? Some kind of wet dog?"

"That's the kind of thanks I get for making this neighborhood safe? The
least you could do is make me a cup of coffee."

"Make sure he pays for it Julie" Mike yelled. "You can't trust that guy
when he's not on a softball field. Of course you can't trust him on a
softball field."

The laughter in the bar got to Jason. "Well at least I can get around a
softball field OLD MAN. Are you gonna play this year or have they banned
walkers from the diamond?"

"I'll have you know that my team here is gonna whoop your ass. What you
call OLD I call experience."

"What you call experience I call senior league. Are you sure they are going
to let you out of the home each Wednesday? Will your softball pants fit
over your Depends?"

Pete stood. "Now buddy. I don't know who the hell you are, but when you
insult one of us, you insult all of us. I'll have you know that Mike is
much too cheap to buy Depends. He just steals your diapers."

Everyone in the bar laughed, including Jason. He walked over to our table
to join us. "Might as well take my break here" he said. "Fucking Captain
got a bug up his ass and wants me to walk a beat in this rain." He opened
his jacket to reveal a snug fitting uniform shirt. Jason definitely was
easy on the eye. And when he pushed back the slicker, and grabbed his
wallet, he revealed an ass that matched.

"Dayum" Rodney whispered to me. "That's what I'm talking `bout."

"You know Jason, you could come over to the dark side and join our team"
Mike said. "If the Captain gets you that upset at work, you don't need him
being your coach in softball too."

Jason thought about it for a moment. "I complain about the Captain,
but... I guess he is just trying to make me a better cop. Besides what am I
supposed to do, can`t fuck up at work, I got a baby boy on the way."

"Shit buddy, If you weren't working I'd buy you a beer. Congrats!" Mike
patted Jason's back. Hey boys, let's drink to Jason Junior." Mike raised
his mug as we joined in toasting Jason.

"As much as I'd like that, Ashley has already determined that he will be
named Patrick after her father. And you know what they say. Happy wife,
happy life."

"Yeah that's true" Mike said. "For the most part" he looked at Pete and me
and winked.

Before long Jason had to get back to work. Rodney muttered another "Dayum"
as he walked out.

"Like that huh?" I said.

"That's just my type, too bad he's straight and married. But if he ever
wanted to cuff me..."

"Snap out of it buddy" I said "Your dick is showing." I looked down at the
hard-on that inched down the right leg of his pants. For a moment I
regretted our pact as I remembered how much fun I had sharing him with
Pete. But I didn't want anything to complicate our relationship. I looked
over at Pete who was talking quietly with Micah. He looked up at me and
smiled, gave me a wink. Yep, Pete was all I needed.

A few minutes later the farmhouse boys entered the bar and joined our
table. Our group was finally complete. I am always apprehensive in
situations like this, so seeing them finally put me at ease.

"Boss, with help from Jeff I got all the cabinets completed" Fred smiled as
he continued. "Just have to wait for the weather to break so I can apply
the finish.  Pete and Charlie have all the rough plumbing and electrical
work done. I wanna get this remodel back on track. Oh, and I stepped on the
scale, I lost five pounds"

I was worried that work was going to be tough for Fred as he recovered, but
the guy who just updated me looked as healthy as he ever had if not
better. I stood to hug him. "You're making me proud brother."

"If you're proud now, wait `til you see me on the softball field. I'll be
the best first baseman you've ever known."

"Impossible Fred. That's the position my Dad played." I choked up at the
last words.

"Okay, I will shoot for second best. That would be an honor."

"You should have been in here earlier Fred. A cop was talking trash about
softball, but Mike and Pete set him right" Justin added. "I can't wait `til
we play them later on this year. Maybe we should bring some donuts."

That got a huge laugh from all of us, especially Mike. "Justin, I knew I
liked you for some reason."

"Now this is the rambunctious crew I know" Julie said as she delivered our
burgers.

Julie was right. Our energy level was up the rest of the night. Micah
stayed longer than he wanted, but since he didn't drink I knew he would
still be alert the next morning. The farmhouse guys update Mike on their
progress. I could see that Jeff had a thing for Mike, but who could blame
him.

Even Justin and Rodney chatted for a bit. Derek showed either no signs of
jealousy, or was unaware of their brief fling. I was hoping for the former.

Pete and Derek finally pulled me aside. "Why didn't you tell me about your
upcoming birthday?" Pete said.

"How did you find out?"

"I have my ways. I can assume you want to keep it quiet huh?"

I nodded. "I can trust you guys. To be honest, it's the reason I set the
kitchen deadline for early May." I looked to Derek. "Don't take this
personally, but I am planning for a small party to celebrate. Just Pete and
I. I am trying to think of an excuse to get the other guys out of the house
for a night."

"I understand, we always do things together. Sometimes you just need time
alone with your man. I get it. Maybe I can help you with that."

Derek was Pete son. Every day I saw more evidence of that. I stood to hug
Derek. "Thanks man"

"Anytime Dad. Well almost anytime.  I gotta get Justin home. Between our
jobs I won't see him much the next couple of days.  I gotta give him
something to remember me by."

With their goodbyes, the group started to break up. For once Pete and I
weren't the last ones there. "Can't let my son show me up" he
whispered. "See ya back at our house Babe."

Micah followed me out to our cars. "I think I got Mikes accounts for next
year. Thanks for making me part of your group. It's about the extent of my
social life. Do you think the guys would want me to join the team?"

"I have no doubt Micah. Just tell me you play in the field, because that's
what the team needs."

"Right Center. I have a strong arm and hit pretty well too." He got
quiet. "I don't know if you noticed, but I am pretty shy, but I'm in my
element on the ball field."

I hugged my big shy sexy friend. My hand flicked over the angle wings of
black hair that sprouted on the nape of his neck. I flashed back to my
dream earlier in the year then thought how Pete was going to benefit from
the horniness I was feeling right then.

"Thanks" he said opening his car door. "I'm not always sure how I fit in
with your group. But thanks for including me." I gave Micah a quick hug
before he got in his car, then waved at him as he drove off.

My ride home from the bar was calming. To me the rain was welcomed. For
months sand and road salt had been accumulating, the rain was washing away
the evidence.  Grand Avenue almost lived up to its name for a few sections,
sparkling in the rain.

My soundtrack for the trip was Steely Dan's classic album Aja. Deacon Blues
came on, so I cranked it. Years ago it was my go-to tune when I needed a
good cry. I never knew why the song was so personal, it just always
was. But that night I understood. I sang along at full volume, not worried
about critical reception from passengers. The music was the perfect
counterpart to the rain, bright, in a neon light way. The underlying
darkness matched the rain and the night sky.

By the time I turned off Grand towards our street I started to tear up as
always. But this time the lines

"This brother is free I'll be what I want to be"

were the impetus. I knew in all of this I had finally found my home sweet
home, and I was going home to the arms that created that home. These were
happy tears inspired by those arms.

Pete was waiting at the door. "What's wrong Babe?" The raindrops didn't
hide my teardrops.

"Not a thing Pete, everything is right, especially you." Pete hugged
me. "Yeah that's all I need Babe" I told him.

"I know" he said. "All night at the bar I was anxious to get home and have
my way with you. But by the time I got home tonight all I could think about
was holding you. Does this mean the honeymoon's over?"

"It's just beginning. We're just so in sync that we know what each other
needs, and right now all I need is your touch."

"I got the sauna going, let's go relax for a bit, continue this down
there."

I followed Pete downstairs where we continued the hug as we helped each
other out of our wet clothes. I kissed the man I loved while undressing
him. My own strong hands brushed over skin as it was revealed. I played
with the fur that traveled up his spine, the stubble on his head. One hand
massaged my shoulder, the other my butt.

"Let's grab our spot Babe" he finally said. I followed that man, that ass
into the sauna. Then I realized something.  It was five months ago to the
day that I was pulled out of a snowstorm and into Pete's warm home, and
life. I wondered if he knew.

He sat on the top spot, in the corner, his back to the wall. He spread his
legs, then opened his arms. Come home Babe." I fell back into his arms, he
hugged me tightly. "Five months Babe" he whispered then kissed my ear.

Yes we were in sync or as he had put it almost a month ago, hard wired for
each other. He silently held me. I could feel his biceps flex as he
rhythmically grasped me tighter. His breath hit my neck at just the right
spot, the rigid dick that was pulsing against my lower spine completed the
circuit.

I started to caress the arms that were holding me. The only way I can put
it is I hugged the hugger. I felt his warmth there, it wasn't the sauna; it
was Pete. "Yeah I feel it too" Pete said, kissing my neck, my hot
spot. "When you gave me your ass five months ago, I didn't realize you gave
me your heart too. Tonight all I need is your heart." Pete's hand thumped
my chest to illustrate what he meant.

"Keep this up and you'll get more" I said. I was getting slick with sweat
as we sat in the sauna. Pete's hands raked through my wet fur as he held
me, his dick slid up and down my crack.

"Sorry Babe, I thought I just needed your arms."

"No need to be sorry Pete, I want exactly what you want." I hoisted myself
up, then placed Pete's dick at my hole. My eyes rolled back as his
sweat-slick dick entered my ass. I slowly let him fill me as I sat down
completely on it.

"Yeah" he growled "Hold it there. My man, giving himself to me. That young
man with a crush on Ivan is gone. The Kyle I am making love to is all man."
Pete started to grind his cock into me slowly, lovingly. I responded by
rolling my inner ass muscles over his dick. "I got the best man in Duluth,
hell, the best in the world. How'd I get so lucky?"

"You pulled an idiot out of the snow and turned him into a man Pete."

"That man was always there, we've just done a good job of making each other
better men."

Pete had his point. It went beyond our love and the sex. We both were
better with our friends and now family as we complimented each other. In
five months my circle of friends grew. Many of them I knew intimately, but
none more intimately than the man who was loving me at that moment.

"Getting too hot babe. Let's continue this upstairs" He said.

I was also getting too hot, so reluctantly I pulled off him. I turned,
leaned forward and kissed my man, softly, quietly, then pulled him off his
perch. We slowly walked upstairs, arm in arm. I let my left hand wander
down and feel his ass, that ass that had been my ideal for all these
years. I grabbed a cheek. I felt his muscles move as he walked.

"Yeah it's yours, but not tonight" he said.

"I know, but I it's mine forever, that's all that matters."

He pulled me into the master bedroom then pushed me back towards the bed. I
fell backwards as Pete lifted my legs. My butt was right at the edge of the
bed. He got down on his haunches as he drew his beard over my hole. His
tongue darted out to taste me. "Yours was the first, and still tastes the
best" he said, then went back to rimming me.

"I'm still amazed at how much I need you Kyle" he said in between
licks. "All those hot men at the bar tonight, and you come home to me. I
saw you looking at a few of them, that Policeman for instance. But nothing
matched the look you gave me."

Pete knew me so well. Yes Jason caught my eye, and seeing Rodney again
upped the ante, but nothing matched the man who was licking my butt right
then. "Only you Pete. You're the only man there that fulfills me
completely. Now just fuck me."

"On my terms Babe" Pete said then got up. "Lay down, scoot over. Yeah
that's it. That's my man's beautiful ass. My hugs aren't over tonight. I
gotta hold ya while I fill ya."

Pete got behind me then slowly nudged his dick into me. When he bottomed
out he maneuvered so his arms were around me. I once more grasped his
strong arms with my own as I hugged the hugger. His lips brushed over my
neck as he started a slow rhythm.

This wasn't about getting off, this was connection. "You're even more
handsome than the day I met you, stronger too." He felt my gut. "I always
knew there was muscles lurking there, starting to feel them, but promise me
you'll never lose these" he said feeling my love handles.

"How can I lose them with your cooking babe?"

"And your butt, still the hottest one out there." He reached down with one
hand to feel the spot where his dick entered my butt, slid one finger in
alongside it. "The fact that it's mine is all I need to know."

"Forever Babe. Now show me by filling it."

"You need it huh? I don't want this to end."

"D'ya remember how I filled you up the night we got back together and just
kept going? Do that, I need that."

"For you, anything" Pete said, then really started to fuck me. The
gentleness was still there, but the urgency was ratcheted up a few
notches. "Oh damn Kyle, I used to worry that I waited too long to fall in
love. But I am glad I waited for you." Pete's breaths started to get short,
I knew he was close, so I drew it out of him.

I felt him cumming, filling me up. "That's it Babe. Yeah your lover needs
this." I pulled him closer as his cock continued to spurt in my ass. I
loved the warmth that every part of him was giving me.

His dick was still in me as he returned to the hugging that started the
night out. "It was great to see the guys tonight. I can only wish that more
of our friends find their own somebody Kyle. Someone to make them as happy
as you make me." Pete slowly started to grind into me again as my heartbeat
slowed. I loved the shelter I felt in his arms. The rain on the roof was
our background music.

********************

Just then Jason was in his police car down by the Hallet dock. His shift
was over in a few minutes so he decided to take the long route back to the
station. This place held special memories for Jason. He would take high
school girlfriends down there to make out. There were enough secluded
places to park the car, see a bit of the harbor and nature, then see how
far he could get. He even got his first blow job, though now he realized
how amateur it was.

As rain created its lulling rhythm on the squad car, Jason thought of
subsequent blow jobs. No matter how much he tried to think of women in such
situations he always came back to the same realization, he preferred blow
jobs from men. Hell, he gave better blow jobs than any woman he knew,
Ashley included.

In the squad car that night he was thinking of two men, Mike, and the black
man at his table. He didn't catch the guy's name, but he caught everything
else. He noticed the strong thighs, firm ass and thick lips. FUCK! Jason
thought, "I'd like those lips on my dick." He felt the bulge in his uniform
pants. "It's secluded here. Why not" he thought to himself.

Jason unbuckled his pants and pulled out his eight inches. "Yeah, suck it"
he thought to himself as he started to stroke his cock. "You too Mike, play
with my ass." Much to his surprise, Jason said the last part out
loud. Damn, Mike looked great tonight. As much as Jason hated to admit it,
he had a thing for Mike ever since he saw him on the ball field. He had
joked tonight about how old Mike was, but he could only hope to be that hot
at Mike's age.

Jason took full advantage of the solitude by unbuttoning his uniform shirt,
and pushing his pants down his thighs. His right hand grasped his rigid
dick and started stroking again. Pre-cum was oozing out as he thought about
the two men in the bar. His hairy butt felt great on the seat of the squad
car. His hole spasmed as he jacked his dick.

The index finger of his left hand played with his hole. "Yeah Mike" he
said, again surprised he said it out loud. The finger went in, his cock
oozed more juice. "Taste it buddy" he said to his black fantasy man. Jason
gathered some juice on his own thumb and brought it to his tongue. Damn he
tasted good, why doesn't Ashley like this?

Jason went back to stroking his dick with one hand, and frigging his ass
with the other. "Yeah Mike, FUCK" he growled as he added another finger to
his butt. Up to this point Jason had always fantasized about blow jobs when
he thought of another man, but that night he suddenly wanted a man to fuck
him. "Fuck Mike, give me that dick. Oh Yeah BUDDY, give me that black
sausage, shove it down my throat, SPLIT ROAST ME."

Jason's jacking hand was a blur on his dick as he thought about the two
strong men using him. He stretched, pushed a third finger into his butt,
and then started to jet off. Cum flew into his open mouth as he came. What
didn't hit his mouth covered his chest and stomach. He sat there as his
dick slowly deflated, scooping up the cum and tasting it, savoring
it. Ashley protested that she didn't like it, what the hell was wrong with
her he thought.

When he had cleaned himself up enough, he started to make himself
presentable. A light flashed through the trees from the nearby shipping
dock office as Jason started the car. He got back to the station in time to
fill out paper work before the end of this uneventful shift. Then he headed
home to his wife. As he parked his truck, his cell phone rang. It was
Patrick.

He hesitated for a minute, gained his composure, and then hit the talk
button. "Hey Patrick, what's up? He said nonchalantly."

"Jason, I've been putting this off, but there is something we really need
to talk about, in private."