Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 09:35:21 -0600 From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com> Subject: A Year In The Life, Snowplow Part 3 A Year In The Life Snowplow Pt. 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 you enjoy it, consider donating to Nifty. I enjoy the feedback I have gotten, so please contact me bixmeister57@gmail.com Kyle I awoke the next morning, alone in bed. The sunlight told me the storm had fully passed . I noticed that the morning light was creating an amber glow in the tongue and groove ceiling. I was torn between the warmth of the bed, and the need to find Pete and thank him for a memorable night. I seem to remember Pete's dick finding a new home in my ass as I slept last night. It wasn't like the wild fuck he threw me in front of the fireplace. He simply nudged his way in sometime while I slept. Well to be honest he woke me up, no one could sleep with that dick in your butt. It was gentle, slow, and I think I felt a spread of warmth. Reluctantly I got up and went to the bathroom. After pissing I walked back into the bedroom and checked out the backyard. Pine trees were laden down , their bottom branches firmly embraced by the drifts. The wetness of the snow had also impacted some birch trees, with limbs falling victim to the weight. There were almost a dozen branches strewn over what I could see of the backyard. I was realizing more and more how Pete had rescued me from a major storm. There was chair sitting to the left of the doors leading to the upper deck, on it I noticed a pair of sweats, the robe from last night, and some slippers. Pete I still can't figure out what came over me last night. I know I had fucked around with pals in the `70's, and have had a few blow jobs since then, but this was more than that. Hell, I am a fifty-eight year old man, and somehow Kyle pulled three loads out of me. Two of them Kyle really worked me over for, but that third, I don't think I have ever experienced that before. I really think my dick was doing my thinking for me. We went to bed last night, and I just pulled him in, it seemed like the natural thing to do. His ass kept my cock on the verge of hardness most of the night, and soon I dozed off. The crack of a tree branch awoke me at about three that morning. I still had my arms around Kyle and my dick pressed against his butt. I knew there was nothing I could do about that tree branch, my house was safe, but another surge of pleasure told me his ass wasn't. I knew I was leaking like crazy, I always seem to, and my dick started knocking on his back door. It only took three nudges and I was in. He was still sleeping, I think, not sure how he could be with my dick filling his ass, but if he was awake, he didn't let on. It felt like his ass was built for me, my cock was enveloped in a smooth wet warmth. I knew it wouldn't be like earlier in the night, I am not sure I had the energy for it. I just slowly screwed him. Yep, that is the best way to describe it, a slow, gentle, leisurely screw. My arms held him tight, my hands were exploring as I screwed him. I reached down and felt his dick, he was hard and leaking. What kind of neighbor was I? After all we shared last night, this was my first reach-around. He responded by clamping down on my pecker. I unloaded and fell asleep. Not sure when my dick fell out, but I awoke a few hours later. I slipped into the bathroom, not wanting to awake the snoring giant. It wasn't an earth quaking snore, just a gentle sound. Usually when I wake up with someone in the bed I can admire their full tits or curved ass. I remembered however holding his hairy pecs and stone hard dick as I unloaded in his ass. What the hell happened to me last night? I pulled on some canvas work pants a thermal undershirt and went down stairs. I found his clothes, noticed they smelled of smoke from the fireplace, and took them to the utility room. I started a load of laundry, threw his stuff in with what I had there, and then grabbed the robe and sweatpants I had loaned him. I went back upstairs, quietly slipped into the bedroom, and left them where he couldn't miss them. I also saw an extra pair of slippers, so I added them to the pile. I looked at him in the moonlight, the comforter was tenting a bit, and couldn't figure out what I was feeling. My dick thought for itself and started to grow in my canvas pants. Kyle I padded downstairs in the robe and sweats. The sizzle and smell of bacon hit me at the same time. I looked over at the kitchen and Pete was busy cooking up breakfast. There was a fresh pot of coffee on the counter and Pete said "Good Morning Sunshine, Help yourself" as he gestured to the pot. I filled a mug with his coffee and sat at the kitchen table. "I hope you like it black, because I am out of cream." "I think I depleted you last night, and this morning Pete" I smiled. "How are you sitting?" he asked. "A little tender?" "Never better Pete" I said truthfully. I swore I could seem him blush. He quietly continued preparing breakfast and then asked how I would like my eggs. I hoped my "Over easy" comment would continue the sexual banter, but either he didn't catch it, or had moved on. Soon we were eating a hearty breakfast at the table. "Eat up Kyle, we got a busy day of work ahead of us and you'll need your strength." I obeyed him out of a sense of duty, but this filling breakfast made the job easy. Pete Breakfast was tasty if I do say so myself. I found myself comfortable around Kyle, even if I wasn't totally comfortable with what we did last night. He seemed to be sitting gingerly, and when I showed concern, he brushed it off. When I am out having beers with the guys, if we ever talk about gay guys, most of them use the terms "pitchers" and "catchers", I don't think they know about top and bottom. Only a few people who know me, know that I have "pitched" before, and certainly never "caught" If the guys even thought about it, they would think of pitching because catching has to hurt a guy's ass. Another thing you will hear is "Exit Only". Most think their ass is only for one thing, taking a dump. I would put myself into that category, at least until last night when Kyle licked my butt as if it were a world class gourmet treat. It was the closest I have ever gotten to something entering my butt other than the yearly roto-rooter part of my physical. It is funny the things you think of while talking to a friend over breakfast. I started to do the logistics in my head of what we needed to do today. I brushed off his "over easy" comment because we had a lot to accomplish today. The way I figured it we had to clear off the driveway, shovel out two cars, clear away any branches that were within reach, and then head down to Kyle's place and repeat the process all over again. I guess I had missed out on being a father, and was taking this chance to make sure Kyle was ready for what the rest of Winter had to offer. I knew I had enough gear in the garage to make a Winter survival kit for his car, so I added that to the mental list. Kyle Pete got up from the table and said "Time to get busy Kyle, we have work to do." He laid out his plans and I jumped to work. He suggested I listen to the radio for updates on weather and road closures. I offered to wash dishes while he got some things ready for our day. My task was easy, I actually liked washing dishes and the view out his kitchen window was to my liking. I could tell that our snowplow driver really enjoyed our impromptu show last night, because the road was virtually clean. He hadn't touched much of the driveway to the attached garage so I knew we had that to deal with if we wanted to get to Pete's Ram truck. The radio reported on some late openings, a few unessential services were closed, but for the most part it was business as usual. We were used to large storms in the North Country, and turnaround time is quick. Some other places I lived in would come to a complete halt for a week with a 5 inch snowfall, not us. They said the accumulation was 22 inches by the airport and well over two feet in our area, and a small amount was in the forecast for tomorrow. As I finished the dishes, he came down stairs with a pile of clothes. "Since it appears you missed the "Be Prepared" part of scouting, you are going to dress right." I picked out what I figured would fit me, pulled off my sweats and robe and started to layer on the clothes. There was something sexy about wearing his long underwear and I started to firm up. He swatted me on the ass and said "Stop that, we have work to do." I layered on canvas work pants like he was wearing. They fit good, but looked much better on his ass. I followed with a thermal top, plaid shirt, woolen socks and a pair of Sorel boots. He looked at me and said "Paul Bunyan, when did you make it down from Bemidji, and what did you do to Babe the Blue Ox?" "I blew it, what do you expect from me and an Ox, beside I couldn't resist, he was hung like a wrestler." Pete chuckled, threw me his parka from last night, while he grabbed a flannel lined work jacket. As he opened the door from the kitchen to the garage he said "I gotta warn you, you won't need the jacket in the garage, I have had the heat on in there and it is kind of toasty, almost sauna-like. If it was so warm, I was wondering why his almost new truck was out in the elements. When he opened the door I saw the reason. There I saw an almost show-room fresh "Plum Crazy"1970 Dodge Charger. I was like a moth to a flame. If I was drooling over his ass, this car had me slobbering. My smile was a mile wide as I looked back at his face. I could tell he was proud of that car. Pete "What do you think of my Pride and Joy?" I said. I was being truthful, if anything in life brought me joy, it was that car. I had bought it new, the dealership used to advertise on our wrestling broadcasts so I got a healthy discount. I gave it love and care, and it never fucked me over, unlike that bitch who left me for The Cruncher. She was drawn in by his bigger name, and in the end, I guess that was a stroke of luck because she ended up cheating on him too. I opened the door for Kyle, said "Hop In". he sat in the drivers seat and started to check it out. If a guy could fuck a car, I think Kyle was thinking of that right now. Before he got hard, and would be rendered useless at the shovel, I snapped him back to reality. "We won't be driving that for a few months, besides we have work to do" I grabbed two shovels from the wall of the garage. Ultimately we would be firing up the snow-blower, but we had to dig a path out of the garage before we could start it up. Earlier I noted that the wind had blown the snow in a way that there was about a 4 foot drift a few feet from the garage. The drift had narrowed down to the 12 inch line at the garage door. The warmth of the garage had actually caused some of the snow to melt, and ice formed almost gluing the door in place, We struggled for a few minutes trying to break that bond, and finally succeeded. We both put on our coats and choppers and started the task at hand. While doing so I told Kyle the plan. "When we have enough room, I will start the snow-blower while you do the shovel work near the garage." "After I clear enough by my pick-up, you can shovel it out." "Be extra careful, my last truck lasted 20 years, I want this one just as long." Kyle I followed Pete's instructions to a T. It was a relatively early blizzard so the temps were a bit warmer than we expected. We both started to sweat a bit, and Pete tossed his jacket into the garage when he was done with the majority of the drive. I gingerly cleared around his truck and then did the same to my car. The snowplow driver really made our job easy and soon we were loading the snow-blower into the truck. He surprised me with a Winter survival kit for my trunk and shortly we were heading down the road to my house. Our task was simple there, blow out the driveway, and paths from the garage and driveway to my house.. We were done before noon so I invited him inside for a cup of coffee. Pete said "I gotta piss like a racehorse". and I started to tell him where the bathroom was. "Don't worry, I know where it was, I used to visit The Holmes quite often." Pete returned as few minutes later, "You've done some work on the place, I barely recognize the bathroom" "I'm on the five year remodel plan, three years into it, and I still have about five years left." He sat at the table, I poured him a cup of coffee. "Whoa, this is almost stronger than my brew" he said. "I've had your brew, it's strong and tasty, do you want some cream to go with it?" Yes, I was obvious, but the man sitting across from me was doing it to me again. I wouldn't mind an afternoon reprise of last nights fun. Pete bolted up, again I wondered if I crossed a line. "Hey buddy, I hate to run, but I have some things I need to do back at the house, can you help me load the snow-blower into the truck?" "Sure, let me change out of your clothes so you can bring them back home." I said "No you can drop them off later on in the week, just help me load the snow-blower and I can take the parka off your hands." Before he left I asked for his phone number "I'm in the book" he said as he drove off. Pete I guess you could say I had a case of cold feet. I hurried home, unloaded the snow-blower alone, like I had done dozens of times before. Kyle is a great guy, fun to be around, we'd be friends even if sex wasn't involved. But he had me wondering what was next. What if he was a pitcher who expected me to catch? What if he wanted more, wanted to move in? What if I liked this man sex thing too much? I had no answers and most of my life was based on knowing the answers. I made myself busy outside for the afternoon. I shoveled off the upper back deck, and patio. I cleared away the broken branches which were in the way, and shook the snow off the pines I could reach. I came back in at sundown, made myself a couple of sandwiches and ignored the one phone call I got. I took a long sauna. My dick remembered the fun it had the previous day and sprung to life. I smiled at how I had put Kyle through the wringer for throwing a rod in the sauna. I worried that I was once again getting hard because I was thinking about a guy, so I ran onto the back patio and jumped into a snow bank. My dick shriveled in seconds, and I was no longer thinking about Kyle. Kyle Pete left suddenly. I went upstairs to use the bathroom. It really did look nice, maybe I should speed up the remodel process. I thought about getting out of Pete's clothes, getting them together and dropping them off later. I went into my bedroom and removed all but the long johns. I was sure they fit his thighs and ass better than mine, and that image alone was enough to make me hard. I plopped down on my bed and fished out my dick. I was leaking already, so I fisted it. I was spraying cum all over my stomach in a matter of seconds. Once again he caused me to cum without his touch. I spent the day putzing about. I pulled some clothes from my drawer, put them on while I washed Pete's clothes. I went out to the mail box and picked up the mail that I missed yesterday, nothing important, so I pushed it off to the side. I powered up the computer, and took care of emails etc. While doing so I charged my phone, and checked out some boards that I frequent. I even checked out some gay chat rooms, nothing but pretty boys this afternoon so I moved on. After the laundry was done, I looked up Pete's number. I called, but he didn't answer, probably working on some project or another. Pete The next few days were uneventful. I drove into West Duluth for some supplies and stopped off at the local diner for coffee with a few of my pals. Charlie told me I should join them Tuesday night at one of the local dives. "I know this lady you might be interested in" he said "she might be more fun than your hand" I held up my big right hand and said "Charlie, if you'd catch every once in a while, my hand wouldn't be getting such a workout" The whole table broke up at that. Charlie laughed "You'd like it too much, I wouldn't be able to sit for a week" As I was leaving, we made plans for Tuesday night. "It was a crisp, clear night. I drove into town early to wash my pick up. It was one of those detail centers, pricey, but well worth it. My Charger is evidence of what TLC can do for a vehicle, and I planned to own this truck for a while. After the truck was spotless, I drove over to the bar. I was not much of a bar person because smoking was still allowed in bars. However most of my friends were non smokers, and we found a table that was clear of smokers. I noticed a lady coming over towards our table and Charlie yelled out "Hey Pete, here comes Linda, the woman I was telling you about". I had noticed Linda earlier in the night, she had three pluses, red hair, big boobs and a well shaped ass. She had one strike, she smoked. I was two beers into the night, and about ready for my limit of a third. I invited her to sit down, ordered her a drink, had my last beer and made small talk. We got along fine, but I found myself ready to go. I didn't need a DUI to get me into the news. Anytime one of my crew did something wrong the press always pointed out "Former Pro Wrestler." I told Linda I had enjoyed myself, but I needed to scat. She followed me to the door, trying to talk me out of it, but I told her my hard and fast rule. She asked if I wanted to continue the party at her place, and I said, "how about mine?" She followed me home. We started to make out in the living room, but she was hesitant about the large open windows. I took her down to the rec.-room and sat on the couch with her. She was a good kisser, who unfortunately tasted of cigarette. I slipped my hand into her bra and started to feel up her breast. She responded by holding onto my hard-on through my pants. Within a minute we were naked. I went for her boobs, licking her nipples, milking them for everything. She reached down and was stroking my dick when she noticed the extra skin. "Eww, you are uncut" she said. "Yep, as nature planned it" I said "Go for it, there is more than enough to love" She made the best of the situation, pulled back my foreskin and bobbed up and down on the top two inches or so. I stroked her pretty red hair while her hand stroked my foreskin back and forth. My hand snaked down her back as she was sucking me, and I found her generous ass. I reached further, slowly rubbed her clit with my finger and she swatted it away. "Not on the first date" she said. She poured her concentration on those top two inches of my hard dick. She was getting me close so I held her head down. She slid off my dick, stroked me off and reached into her purse for a napkin to wipe me off. "I bet it has been a while since you've have been with a lady" she said, "but you need to learn some manners, real women don't swallow". "Do you mind if I smoke?" She said as she again reached into her purse. "Not inside" I replied. She slowly got her clothes on. I pulled on my pants. It was obvious the night was over, and I doubt I would be hosting her any time soon. I walked her to the door. There I kissed her goodnight as I saw Kyle's car drive by. She lit a cigarette, turned to me and said "You have a nice place here, it could use a woman's touch" Kyle Sunday was a work day. I sat at my home computer doing some billing work and bouncing around ideas for projects I was working on. When I got to the office on Monday I wanted to hit the ground running. I took some time online to check out a few gay chat rooms. I found one local one which promised more mature men, but they were timid about hooking up. Monday and Tuesday were productive at the office. One of my Tuesday meetings was with a potential client. They were impressed with my presentation. They saw my desire to give them world class work and realized it would provide them with forward thinking designs. I finished the work day with a new client and a bit of contact high. Nothing made me hornier than a successful deal. I left work just after nightfall. It was a crisp clear evening, and the music in my car amplified my attitude. The oldies station was playing some Seventies Soul music. I heard "Let's Get It On" and my car found its way downtown. I pulled into the sauna parking lot, paid my admission and went downstairs. I undressed, tied the towel around my waist and went into the steam room. I soaked out all of my cares, as my dick plumped up a bit. It was a quiet evening, not many out on a Tuesday night. I sweated it out for a bit, showered and then went into back lounge. For a while I thought I was striking out. I had been here about a couple dozen times in the last three years, and I have always had a happy ending, but tonight looked like a no-go. Then he walked into the room. When I say he, I am talking about a 30 year old, perfectly sculpted and furred piece of married white male. He was classically handsome with two things that make me throw caution to the wind, a perfect ass, and a wedding ring on his finger. Usually at the sauna you have to set the ground rules, but I had hooked up with him a few times before. He turned to leave the room, his towel accidentally slipped from his waist, and his perfectly furred butt led the way. He motioned to a room, I nodded, he went in, I followed. He was already face down when I came in, I sat at the smorgasbord and chowed down on his ass. From experience I knew he was ready to take my dick, but why rush it. I ate his ass for at least half an hour, slipping my dick up and down his crack in between nibbles. After one particularly long and deep licking I came up for air and said "Tasty" It was the first thing either of us said since we saw each other. Instinctively I knew he had to get home to his wife and kids so it was time to go to the main course. His hole was primed, and my dick was ready. I slipped in to the hilt in one move. "Daddy" he said as I commenced fucking him. His butt hole was rimmed with hair and it caressed my dick as I went in and out. "Your ass is made for fucking buddy, it is just the right ass for this daddy dick" I whispered in his ear. I reached under, grabbed a hold of his dick and amazed at how similar it was to Pete's. It was nice, meaty, almost torpedo shaped, but without the extra skin. I took my dick out of his ass, bent down, and sucked and licked him from his dick to his ass, swallowing his eggs one by one. I always imagined that he saved his dick for his wife, he never came with me, but I secretly wished he would fuck me once. Instead, as always, I dicked him again. I pulled him up further on his hands and knees and slid it in, pulling him back. I ground my dick into his ass, licking the nape of his neck. I remembered some of the moves Pete used with me and grabbed his shoulders, and started some thrusting into his prostate.. Then finally I flipped him onto his back, put his legs over my shoulder as I unloaded in his ass. I slowly removed his legs from my shoulder as I looked into his eyes. I sideswiped his cock with my tongue and then turned him over onto his stomach, I had one last long lick of his crack tasting his ass and my juice as it oozed out. We both got up. I took a shower, he slowly got dressed. Without irony he put on a "World's Greatest Dad" t-shirt. He looked over his shoulder to say his goodbye with his eyes. I said "Next time..." and he smiled. He never showered, always went home with my smell on him, I often wondered what his wife thought, but in the end, I didn't care. I got dressed and walked out into the clear November night. I drove to a fast food place, and I ordered something to eat. I decided to take the scenic route home, so I drove up to Skyline Parkway. I pulled into one of the overlooks and ate dinner, the engine running to keep the car warm. The lights of the city matched the sparkle of the stars up above. The expanse of Lake Superior was a black hole off to the left with the exception of where the moonlight reflected off the waves. An Al Green song added to the warmth and afterglow I was feeling." Slowly I got the car into gear and started my way home again. Turning onto our road, I drove by as Pete was kissing a redhead goodbye. I barely got into the house when my home phone rang. It was Pete. "We have to talk" he said.