Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 17:22:02 -0600 From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com> Subject: A Year In The Life Thanksgiving Pt. 1 A Year In The Life Thanksgiving Pt. 1 By Bix Meister This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it. If you enjoy it, consider donating to Nifty. If you have suggestions or feedback, contact me at bixmeister57@gmail.com Mid November, 1999 Pete was my alarm clock. I felt him shake my shoulders, I woke, looked up at him and he smiled "Good morning sunshine" "What time do you have to work today?" He asked. "Office hours are nine to five, just like the Dolly song" " I try to get there early to let the team know I am committed to the business." "That's just enough time for a shower and breakfast, not sure if you will have time to get home and change." "Maybe you can find something to wear here, if my duds are suitable for your office" "It is always casual Friday" I said "Put that in my employee handbook and they haven't abused the policy yet" With that I got out of bed and followed Pete into the bath. Our showers previously had been a way to start or finish play, this was 98% utilitarian. Our dicks responded as usual, poking up and nestling against the others ass as we washed each others back. I was mighty tempted to thrust in, taking Pete's cherry, but knew it wasn't the time or place. I hadn't planned on the lack of shampoo, forgetting that shaved heads didn't need it, but Pete improvised with some soap and lovingly washed my hair. After he rinsed my hair, we kissed. "Damn you even kiss better than Linda, and without that ashtray taste." I silently wished he would stop comparing me to the redhead, I think he figured it out and then said "Why do I keep thinking about hamburger, when I have filet right here" He squeezed my butt as punctuation, then slapped it. "Time to get you dressed." We picked out something appropriate for my office, I got dressed as we headed for the kitchen. Our playfulness in the shower left me less time than I expected for a hearty breakfast. He was looking through the cupboard for something when I spotted a box of my favorite cereal. "I'll have what Mikey likes" I said "Who is Mikey, and is he a top or bottom?" Pete said as he grabbed the box of Life. He pour me a bowl, offered me a cup of his coffee, and placed a banana in front of me. For a joke I deep throated the banana. "Are you ever not horny?" Pete asked. "Only at work, I don't discriminate, but my office is 100% female, it makes it easier for me not to be distracted" "Speaking of which, I better eat up if I want to beat them to the office". I finished quickly, donned my jacket, and said my goodbyes at the door. Pete looked both ways quickly, then kissed me. I drove to work, smiling. Neither of us said the "L" word. To be honest, I was sure he couldn't say it to a man, but even in his ambivalence, I could feel a form of love. The next few days were busy. A client had a float in the Christmas City of the North parade and they called a bit frantic that it wouldn't represent their brand to the degree that I had helped cultivate. I wanted to expand that account so I cleared our schedules, called all hands on deck, and brought my team to the facility where the float was being built, The parade is a lighted parade and the float felt woefully short of lights. Jean and I drove over to one of the local big box stores where this handsome guy named Brent helped us load our cart full of lights. As we left Jean said "That man was sure attentive, I could have sworn he interested in one of us." "I am 100% sure he rides the same bus as me Jean" I smiled. I didn't tell her that I had seen our friend at the sauna a couple of times in the past few years with his just as handsome partner. He helped me at the store earlier in the year as I was redoing the bathroom. I was sure I knew him and even said, "I recognize you from somewhere, not sure how though" "You probably don't recognize me with my clothes on" he whispered. I made a mental note of his name tag, and sought his assistance every time I shopped after that. We pulled together and by Friday afternoon we had a well lit masterpiece. I was proud that it spoke to their community involvement, the beauty of the area, and the Christmas theme in general, and I wanted to share my excitement. I barreled home, layered myself `til I was nice and toasty, made a thermos of hot cocoa, and called Pete. "Start bundling up buddy, I am picking you up in five minutes for a date." That was met with silence on the other end. "Date?" "Don't think I have ever been on a date with a man before, what do I wear?" "We will be outside for a couple hours." "You know the Scout's Motto" "Be Prepared for that, and maybe a nice juicy steak afterwards" I drove to his house a few minutes later. He was outside and ready, jumped into the car, obviously ready for his first man date. The Christmas City of the North Parade is a long tradition, always held the Friday before Thanksgiving. For many years as kids we would stop sledding or whatever we were doing, to rush home in time to watch. Mom would make cocoa, and we would pick out our favorite floats and marching bands. While I was seeking my fortune, I was away from this yearly ritual, so when I moved back I made an attempt to watch it live every year. This year I worked on a float in the parade, and I was stoked. Pete caught onto the plan as I parked the car in a convenient place close to the parade route. Our client's building was on the route, and they were hosting a viewing spot with catered food and drinks. My team was there along with the company employees who weren't on the float. I didn't need to make the cocoa after all, but Pete said he preferred to drink it. I introduced Pete as my neighbor and one of the clients said "Hey, aren't you Ivan the Mad Russian" Pete copped the pose as he had hundred of times before and snarled "Guilty" People laughed as he got into character and told stories of the parades he had been in while a wrestler. For these parades he usually augmented his red trunks with a fur coat, and Russian fur hat which was enough for his warm blood. "One parade the temps dropped into the teens." "Talk about shrinkage, I left that parade with and innie." People howled at Pete's stories and we felt like the life of the party. A few minutes later the owner of the company who was my client pulled me aside. "I just got word that in the pre-parade judging we were awarded the Community Spirit Award." With that he slipped me an envelop. Inside were gift certificates to the best steak house in town, dinner was decided for us. I split them with my team, you could feel the pride. We watched the parade, I was huddled close to Pete, I don't know if anyone figured out how close we were. A half hour into the parade a blaze of light rounded the corner. Pete smiled, he knew immediately it was the float I had worked on. Our group cheered, whooped it up for their companies float. The whole street was in the holiday spirit. As it drove by I looked across the street and spotted Brent. We made eye contact, he was with his partner and some people I recognized from the store. He nodded to me, and then to Pete, and gave me a thumbs up. Someone knew how close we were. Dinner was great. The certificates were generous, and enabled us to order drinks, appetizers, the whole nine yards. True to his rules, Pete held back on the wine so he offered to drive home. I was stuffed, a bit happy from the drinks, and exhausted from the last few days of work. I nodded off on the ride home. I was playing my Christmas Mix in the car and I felt fulfilled. Before I knew it, Pete was turning into his driveway. He said he liked the tipsy, yet contented me, so he made me a nightcap which I drank with him by the fire. He held me as I sipped on the drink. The crackle of the logs, and our light breathing was the only sound. "I could get used to these man dates" he smiled then pulled me closer, I nodded off. A while later, I awoke. The fire was dying and I noticed that Pete was snuffing out the last of the embers. He performed this task with the same attention to ritual as he had done in the sauna. My buzz was fading, replaced by a warmth of our connection. "Bedtime sleepy head" Pete said, as I followed him up to the bed. I went to the bathroom and started pissing, Pete joined me crossing streams. My arm went around his shoulder as I leaned in to kiss him We undressed, turned down the bed and got in. I turned to my side and he snuggled up next to me, dick to ass. . I remembered Brent's "Thumbs Up" and couldn't agree with him more. We both fell asleep, too tired to fuck. I woke up the next morning, alone as seemed to be the case, Pete was an early riser. I pissed, and then looked out onto the back deck. There was a light dusting of fresh snow, and the morning sunlight made is sparkle like diamond dust. Once again he left me options. My clothes from the previous night, sweats, or what I had come to know as my robe. I chose the robe, and slippers, and padded down the steps to the kitchen. Pete was slaving away at the stove. "I short-changed you at breakfast the other day." "I'm making you a kitchen sink omelet" As he folded in all of the ingredients, I discovered it did include everything but the kitchen sink. "Sorry I short-changed you last night too, It was our one week anniversary, but I was truly too tired to fuck" A Gentleman doesn't fuck on his first date" I joked with an obvious slam of his ill fated date from earlier in the week. "Who said I was a gentleman?" he said "You may not realize it, but you are Pete when you need to be, and an animal in the sack when that is required." He served up the omelet, with a steaming cup of his brew. It was oozing with cheese, just like I prefer my omelets, the eggs fluffy. We both devoured our omelets and poured a second cup of joe. "I forgot to tell you, but Angelo has already been by. Even though he didn't need to, he plowed our road and driveways, and left a little treat for us" Pete opened the fridge door, and inside I saw a 20 pound turkey. "He received an extra one from work. Guess I will be hosting Thanksgiving this year Kyle, want to join me?" "I've got nothing planned, family lives too far away to visit, especially in the winter months." With that I went into the living room with my third cup of coffee, and started to build a fire. Pete sat down at the kitchen table with a pad of paper and started to make plans. He asked me about menu ideas and I started to worry he was inviting an army, not that I would complain if they were all like Pete. I reminded him of the KISS motto, Keep It Simple, Stupid, and told him the basics would be enough of a feast. We laid low for the afternoon. I went home and took care of the usual crap, emails, mail, etc. while Pete worked on plans for Thanksgiving. He called me later to inform me he made a pot of chili and wanted me to join him. It took me all of two seconds to say yes. "It's a date" he said, see you soon. I bundled up, I figured why start up the car when the walk was only a few blocks long. It was one of those November nights, the sky had clouded up holding in the warmth the sun provided earlier. Warmth in the northland is a relative term, It was mid 30's with enough of a wind to feel cooler. As I walked, I replayed the last week, not sure where this was headed, but enjoying the ride `til this point. I got to his door, knocked, and without furtive glances or embarrassment, he kissed me. "Where is the car?" he asked. "I walked, seemed like the perfect way to start the night" Inside the house smelled of the roaring fire, and hearty chili.. Beside it on the stove was a smaller pan filled with rice. Years ago I was introduced to this Duluth tradition from some college friends. Chili over rice may sound odd, but it was filling. Pete placed the chili, rice and fixings on the table, along with two generous bowls. He dished up the rice, topped it with chili and allowed me to put on my own toppings. He reached into the fridge, pulled out two local beers, pouring them for the two of us. "Looks like neither of us are driving tonight, I can go over my usual limit." The chili hit the spot, as did the beer. I looked him in his eyes, his smiled back. "You do realize that this technically is our second date" "What is the gentlemen's rule on that?" "Whatever you want Pete, whatever you want" is all I could say. The chili and beer complimented each other, I found room for seconds of both. "I have a hearty appetite tonight Pete. I hope you are ready for it". Pete was ready. He took me downstairs to sit in front of the fire in the rec.-room, taking a few beers with us. Pete slowly undressed me and I returned the favor. We kissed, tasting of man, chili and beer. Our tongues wrestled, I let him win. We came up for air, we each took a swig of beer, and I surprised him by sharing the brew in our next kiss. Pete swallowed. "I could get used to this" he said, took a drink and then shared it with me. I laid back on the sectional, pulled Pete on top of me, and continued the kiss while the fingers on my right hand danced down his back to his butt. The enthusiasm in his kiss told me he was ready. I slipped one finger into his ass, followed by a second. There was moisture there. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my nose and sniffed them. They smelled like Pete's ass, and a second scent, the lube he bought earlier in the week. I spotted the bottle on the end table. Pete was ready. "Assume the position" I commanded. Pete put his knees on the cushion, and his elbows on the back of the sectional. I picked up the bottle of lube, threw it next to Pete on the sofa and knelt behind him. My tongue found home. The last few times I rimmed Pete was for pure satisfaction. This time I had a purpose. I knew it couldn't be easy for a man of 58 to take his first dick, and truth be told, while I am not his size, I am far from small. I was tonguing Pete to open him up, prepare the route, for my root. His butt had me oozing like crazy. I was ready, but wasn't sure if he was ready. I was lapping away, opening his ass, and he clamped down on my tongue. Pete was ready. I remembered my downtown sauna interlude with the "World's Greatest Dad" and oiled up my dick. I licked his hole, swabbed my dick down his crack ending at his sphincter. I repeated that move a few more times, each time pushing in more. At the fourth time I slid my dick down his crack, rested it at his hole, said "It's now or never Pete, Ready? "Yeah " he moaned, and with that, I embedded the head past his sphincter. I let it rest there, he groaned. I put some more lube on the rest of my shaft, pulled back just a bit and stopped. "Still ready?" He nodded. With that I shoved half my shaft into his ass. He growled. I looked over his shoulder, saw the "Wall of Shame" and realized that all these years later, I was fucking "that ass" the one that first inspired me, let me know I was gay. I shoved into "that ass" with full force, embedding my dick to the hilt. "Whoa Kyle" he grunted. "What's wrong, too much for you?" "No, I think you hit something inside" I reached down, felt his dick, and he was oozing like a sonovabitch. "That's your prostate buddy." "Through it, I will take you to heaven" I started to rub my cock all over his button. His growls were appreciative, I knew I was hitting the spot. "Kyle, I don't know how much longer I can take this, I am getting close" "Me too Pete." "Why don't you get on your back so I can see your eyes as I take your ass-cherry." He laid down on the floor, pulled his meaty thighs back and exposed his hole. I lubed up one last time found his now gaping hole, and slammed it home. His dick-spurt reached his chin, I got closer, licked his chin then kissed him while unloading deep in his ass. Pete pulled me closer on top of him, kissing me while I was still dick deep. His legs soon cramped up and he straightened them, forcing me out of his ass. I could see a bead of my cum slip out of his butt, so I went in and licked it away. I could tell he was tender, but he still found the energy to wrestle with me on the rug in front of the sectional. We got up, and he suggested a sauna to cool down. I knew what we did was hot, but that didn't make sense, I followed him anyway. We shared the closeness of the sauna. Pete showed me proper way to tend to the stove. Sharing his ritual with me made me feel closer to him. We sat together, enveloped in the sheen and scent of clean, pure sweat. Another pearl of my cum slipped out of his ass. He smiled "You sure did fill me Kyle" "I was inspired Pete" I admitted "I know one way to clamp this ass shut and not lose anymore of your cum Kyle." With that he grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder, carried me to the patio door and threw me into the snow bank. He then dove to the right of me, his steaming body melting away some of the snow. We wrestled naked in the white stuff for a bit, `til we cooled down too much. The shock to the system was a perfect way to end things, deflating our dicks quickly. We walked to the shower room. Pete started the shower with a cool temp, bringing the heat up slowly. We rinsed off the sweat, snow and errant pecker tracks and then completed the ritual by toweling each other off. "I wonder how the guys at the bar would react to find out I was now not only a pitcher, but a catcher" Pete said. "They don't have to know anything, we can keep that between us"