Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 13:15:12 -0500
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: Valentines Day Surprise Part 3

A Year In The Life

Valentines Day Surprise 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

The drive up the shore was awe inspiring. Pete and I were taking Scenic Old
Highway 61 north on this starlit night. The light reflected off the large
lake looming off to the right. We spotted a flicker of green-blue light in
the northern sky. We both knew what was happening so Pete found an overlook
and pulled in and killed the engine.

The sky started dancing to the quietness. Blues, greens and purples flirted
with each other, a portion reflected in the vast expanse of Superior. I
sometime regret that a word like awesome had lost its power, lowered to the
level of "cool" or merely "great." The sight of the Northern Lights
frolicking above ten percent of the world's fresh water was truly an
awesome vision.

Pete scooted over and hugged me, bringing the awesome to a personal level.
The strength we shared equaled the power evident in the natural phenomena
we were experiencing. Pete exhaled a long sigh, his breath hot on my neck.

It was that sigh that woke me.  Pete was spooning me, holding me, not
letting me go if I tried.  But why try? What a difference a day made. Isn't
that how the old song goes? Just 24 short hours before we were on the verge
of a break-up, but now I found myself being held by a man who I had just
made a lifetime pact with.  We even toasted to it with wine, wine that was
now causing a slight headache.

I wiggled free of his embrace.  I went to the bathroom and found the bottle
of ibuprofen, downed two, chased it with a small percentage of that ten
percent, pissed and then went back to the bed.  He had shifted over to his
other side, so I found myself spooning him, holding him in my own strong
embrace. He pushed his ass, that beautiful ass back towards me.  My dick
responded, found his hole and eased it's way in.  I was only laying claim
to the ass that we toasted to earlier in the night., it was mine after all.

He sighed again as my dick filled his butt. I had no ulterior motive, no
need to cum, so I just left my dick there and tried to get as much sleep as
I could get in the four hours I had before I would be getting up. Pete
sighed once more, driving his ass backwards further. I started to mimic the
rhythm of his soft breathing and slowly fell asleep.

I awoke later that morning startled by Pete clearing his throat.  I sat up,
propped myself on my elbows, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw
Pete sitting in the chair by the window. "I could watch you sleep forever
Kyle, but we have work to do today. A pro has to wire your house, and you
have to work overtime to pay for his inflated wages."

I threw off the covers, got out of bed.  Pete opened his arms, inviting me
to join him on the chair. I sat on his lap.  "You made me a happy man last
night babe." He sighed again, I felt his breath on my neck, the shivers
started.  "I hope I never lose the ability to make you do that.  It's just
another thing about you that makes me happy you are my guy."

I could start every day that way, in my man's arms.  I also could spend
every night that way.  It was happily devoid of the dark and foreboding
dreams. The only dream I had was almost spiritual, well as spiritual as I
get.

Pete held me on that chair, until we ultimately had to move. We showered,
dressed, grabbed a quick breakfast and drove to the old farmhouse. We had a
quick walk through with Charlie and Fred.  While we were making love last
night Fred had obviously taken the time to make things even more organized.
I warned him to not "work off the clock" but he told me he was only paying
back for the investment we had made in him.

It was time to say goodbye and head to my office, when Pete unexpectedly
laid a big kiss on me. Some of the new guys saw it so I pulled back. "What
about the workers?" I muttered.

"Who cares? I no longer do" was Pete's answer.

"We don't either. As long as you sign our checks."  It was Kevin
responding, one of the gear heads from the demolition crew.  He was there
today to work with Pete on the wiring. "Beside you gay guys are improving
the odds for the rest of us single men."

I laughed, waved goodbye, then did our 1-4-3 hand signal to Pete, who
promptly flashed it back.

The smile he gave me carried me through the day. I grabbed some dinner on
the way back home, I didn't want Pete to have to cook after bringing him
out of retirement.  The same smile greeted me when I got to the farmhouse.
He took time to show me his handiwork, allowing Kevin to take credit for
his contributions.  The wiring and plumbing work on the new bathroom looked
great to my untrained eye.  It was tidy which I appreciated and the
fixtures were where I expected them to be.

Fred assured me that they should be ready for the inspector tomorrow so
they could possibly get the waterproof cement board up before the weekend.
"He's gonna be here tomorrow at 2 if you can break away, it will be the
first inspection I walk by myself, so I would appreciate the support."

"We'll all be here" I said speaking for Pete, Charlie and I. "We know you
will pass the inspection."

There really was a new found energy to our relationship. It appeared that
what I thought was a band-aid was actually major surgery. The stop gap
measure to stabilize our love, had revitalized it.  And that revitalization
was raising everyone around us.

Whether it was the new responsibilities or something else, Fred never
looked more confident.  Gone was his despondence about his love life.
Confidence looked sexy on him, I don't think he was getting anything beyond
the play with his roommates, but he hadn't required a hug date from me for
a while.

Charlie and Angelo, well they had been on a rising tide since day one. The
less they had to worry about Fred's love life meant they could focus on
their own.  They had a long weekend planned for the weekend after
Valentines Day.  Angelo worked to ensure he could take the time off without
worrying about being on call. They finalized their plans for a Vegas
weekend using Angelo's aunt Connie as their travel agent.  The couple had
considered a skiing weekend, but Angelo the snowplow driver, wanted to get
as far away from snow as possible.

The others in the group were doing great too, Barry was looking forward to
the upcoming Pro Wrestling event at the DECC. Brent started some design
work for Van, and both of them were excited about the progress on my house.
Rodney talked to Pete and informed him that he had a little something going
on with Justin.  I was a bit skeptical of that last tidbit of information
after seeing some of the emails Pete thought he deleted.

In fact that was still the one sore spot for me. Justin and Pete. I had
almost forgotten about it until I offered to take Pete's pants to the dry
cleaners.  In our bout of passion that night we had gotten them a little,
ummm "messy."  I got my pants ready then grabbed his, I threw them on the
passenger seat on Friday morning when the note from Justin fell out.

I should have just balled it up and thrown it out the window, but for some
stupid reason I read it.

"Pete

I miss ur daddy dick in my ass.  No 1 has fucked me like u, let's do it
again, and soon.

Justin"

Yep, I should have just thrown it.  I remember Pete paid little attention
to it when he got it, and what did he do afterward, he spent the night
convincing me that my ass was the only one he needed for the rest of his
life.  But for some stupid reason I refolded the note and put it in my
wallet.

Yep, I did that, then I went to work, I took my lunchtime to stop at the
dry cleaners, then worked an hour, before cutting the day short to head in
for the building inspector.

I got to the farmhouse in time.  Fred was ready, he had his clipboard with
everything he needed.  He looked confident if a bit nervous that the
inspector was late.  I suggested he give me the spiel on the remodel, show
me the same things he would the inspector.  His confidence came back just
in time for Derek to arrive.

When Derek exited his vehicle, my spank bank immediately was filled with
new images. Damn this tight beefy shaved headed guy turned my crank.  Pete
of course noticed "Down boy, be professional" he whispered in my ear.  No
one else caught it, but no one else knew me like Pete did.

Fred took charge when Derek entered.  Our little rehearsal meant he knew
all of the important parts of our remodel, and what was needed to have it
signed off so we could precede with the next steps.  Derek himself was all
work, no small talk.  You could tell he liked to get right to the point,
which he did a few times, abruptly cutting Fred short.

When it was done he simply signed the form and handed a copy to Fred,
"Okayed for dry wall, keep it up but talk less the next time buddy.  It's
Friday and I want to head home to my dog and a few beers.

As he left he looked at Pete. "You used to be Ivan dintcha? I was your
biggest fan back in the day.  Looking good for a guy your age.  Maybe we
should work out together."

He nodded goodbye, then left the house. "What the hell was that last part?
Pete said "Where did that come from?"

"Oh I dunno Pete" Charlie said.  "I have seen that look before, on your boy
Kyle. Looks like you have yourself an admirer."

"That guy can't be gay, I don't know if I have ever seen a more butch son
of a bitch."

"Pete I have" Charlie said. "And I'm looking at him.  In fact Derek could
be your younger brother or son. And we all know you are gay."

Charlie was right, Derek was a different type of handsome compared to Pete
but in his work clothes he was his shorter, younger clone.  Gay or not, the
motherfucker was hot, butch as hell, and damn he didn't just trip my
triggers, he hard wired them.

I had those images in my mind heading into a weekend off.  The guys decided
they were going to use the passed inspection as a chance to get ahead, they
started to put up the cement board in the shower area.  Fred called his
tile guy and asked if he could come in a day earlier.

Pete told me wanted to talk to me in the basement office, I followed him
down.  "Did I just miss something, or did he just come on to me?"

Pete looked genuinely worried.  "Don't read to much into it, he looks like
his life revolves around his workout.  Maybe he thought he found his new
workout partner and by coincidence, it is a guy who he used to
idolize. Don't over think it.  But if you do agree to work out with him,
can I watch?"

"Maybe I oughta rush you home and jump your bones while the guys are
focused on getting that sheet rock up. We got the whole weekend without
distractions, let's try to remain naked the entire time. Wanna sneak home?"

We quietly made our way up stairs and were almost out the door when Fred
stopped us. "Hey guys I have a question about.."

"You make the decision Fred, that's the reason I suggested you take the
reigns.  We're gonna be occupied for the weekend.  See ya on Monday" I got
in the last line before closing the door,

Pete and I sped home. He fumbled with his keys, dropping them, I was quick
to fish for my set, letting us in.  I don't know what was on Pete's mind,
why he wanted to speed home, but I knew my reason.  Derek had my juices
flowing

"Gotta get you naked" Pete said, letting me know what he wanted.  The slow,
tension filled strip tease of the other night was replaced by a frenzied
race to rip my clothes off.  We were barely in the entrance when he started
to open my shirt and jacket and shuck them off. He did the same to his own,
then threw them on the kitchen table.  He pulled my pants down over my ass,
then pushed me over to the kitchen chair.

He ripped off my shoes, then the pants, I sat there in only my socks as
Pete tore the rest of his clothes off. When he finally was down to his
socks he stood there. "The weekend starts now." His arms went out, he
struck a pose "Does Derek have anything on me?"

"Oh hell no!" I got up from the chair and hugged Pete into a passionate
kiss. "My turn Babe.  You're gonna give me that ass, then make me something
to eat."

"If I am going to make you something to eat, desert will be me giving you
something to eat." Pete thumped his dick against my stomach, as if I needed
any clue what would be on the desert menu.

"That's fine as long as you have your ass in the sling in two minutes" I
said.  "I'm gonna start the sauna, we might need to relax after I give your
ass a workout.  I promise you it is a workout Derek cannot match."

"This ass is yours alone babe, I'll see you in the sling in one minute."

I was there in 40 seconds, he was ready.  Pete had his sweat sock clad
ankles wrapped around the chains of the sling, there was a container of
lube resting on his gut, The sling was still in motion from Pete mounting
it, I steadied him.

For a split second, I looked at Pete, and saw Derek. My dick bounced at the
image.  I stepped forward and yanked the lube from his heaving gut.  I
looked at his face, he had that intense glare he has when every filament of
his body was heightened. "Show me you're the only workout partner I need."
Pete too was thinking of Derek.

I squirted a generous glob of lube on my dick, then stroked it to coat it
evenly.  It throbbed in my hand.  Pete's look was even more fierce as he
saw my pecker pulse. "Derek's got you worked up too huh?" he said.

I nodded then stepped around to his butt.  I put another glob of lube on my
fingers, making an exaggerated show of lubing them.  "Gonna show you what
Derek is missing out on." I went for broke and jabbed the three fingers
into his ass.

"Ooooooff" he gritted his teeth. "I can take it" I started to thrust those
fingers.  I knew I was in for a good fuck, so I squirted more lube on them
as I was frigging his hole. "I don't know if I trust that guy.  He says
he's my #1 fan, but my #1 fan is about to fuck the hell out of me."

I twisted my fingers around in his ass, thumping his prostate, and coating
as much of his hole as possible.  I knew he was ready, and damn I was, but
my fingers were having too much fun. "As much as I'd like to try, I doubt
Derek could take this," I thrust my fingers, "or this," I swatted his ass
with my dick, "as well as you do."

With that, I pulled out my fingers, quickly replaced them with my cock, and
slammed home.

"Oh I don't know Kyle, he looks like a rough and tumble character, I bet he
could take anything you'd dish out."

That sounded like a challenge, so I took the challenge.  I grabbed Pete's
meaty thighs and started to pull his ass back on my invading dick.  Our sex
life had been all over the board lately, from romance novel to light
bondage, but this was invading hoards. "So you think Derek can handle this?
You think that tight ass can handle a thumping from my mushroom head?"

"OH GAWD Kyle, I don't care about Derek right now FUCK ME" Pete lost his
intense stare as his eyes rolled back.  His back arched as his body started
to buck in the sling.  His muscular insides milked my dick as I slammed his
prostate. He was grunting in time to my slams.  His abs were getting a
workout they would never get with Derek as he used every muscle to meet my
thrusts.

I had started out this playtime inspired by a muscular building inspector,
but the reality of the flesh and blood I was loving, yes loving, far outdid
any fantasy I could have.  I was beyond control, I involuntarily thrust a
few more times, then shook as I unloaded in my man.

Yes! My MAN.  I was still trembling deep inside My MAN.  His gut was still
heaving, his tunnel muscles still massaged my dick.  His breathing was
short, his body was in constant motion, trying to come down from his high.
Damn, I put him there, I gave him an unforgettable ride.

"You've never fucked me like that Kyle. We'll need him to walk more
inspections if that is what happens afterwards."

"It was only him for a minute Pete" I said, steadying the sling. "It was
your reality that put me over the edge."

Pete wiggled his sock clad toes against the chains of the sling, a smile of
contentment crept across his face. That smile sent a jolt right to my dick.
I started to rock that sling back and forth, gently screwing Pete.  If this
was the only ass I was going to have for a lifetime, I was going to have it
as many ways as possible.

"Yeah, gonna milk my man one more time." His ass muscles started to roll
over my dick.  In a short time Pete had become an expert bottom, probably
by being an attentive top.  Our fucking was gentle, it was the sunny day on
a hammock, compared to the night I just spent in the dungeon. Pete was
different too. His eyes sparkled while I softly fucked him. His moans were
gentle, not the heated grunts of our earlier round.  I was in no rush to
cum, we had all weekend, but the beatific man I loved in the sling, pulled
it out of me.

He chuckled, "Oh yeah, I knew you could do it, no one else babe, no one
else."

My back arched as the last few spurts of cum pooled in his tunnel. I pulled
out, and went down to kiss his rosebud.  He flexed it, kissing me back.  I
stood and softly slapped his butt. "Time for a sauna, then dinner."

I helped him out of the sling, he was a little unsteady on his feet, so we
walked arm in arm to the sauna, grabbing towels on the way.  I got the
catbird seat up in the far corner, Pete fell into my arms. "I suppose I
should pull my socks off" Pete said.

"I dunno, they look kinda sexy" I said truthfully.

He chuckled then winked. "Anything for you Kyle, anything for you."

"Likewise babe." I hugged him tightly.  We made small talk, plans for the
weekend.  I reminded him of his promise that we could remain naked the
entire time when he suggested a shopping trip.  He told me he needed to go
Valentine shopping for me, I rightfully said that trip could wait. "Just
take me to dinner, that's all I need."

The sauna left us rested, a quick shower rinsed off our honest sweat. We
wrapped the towels around our waists then went upstairs.  He made chicken
and a light salad.  I think the menu reflected the sunny fuck I just gave
him. I hated to think what he would have made if he was coming off the more
teeth rattling ravaging.

We did spend the whole weekend naked.  That's if you didn't count our
robes, or the occasional towel.  I ignored all phone calls except one from
Fred.  My promise to always be there in case he needed me, was upheld.  He
didn't need me, but instead wondered if we wanted a pizza since he was
going into town.  We told him to order the Pete and Kyle special, the pizza
place will know the one.  When Fred dropped it off, and two naked friends
answered the door, he wondered if he was in some recreation of that old
porn cliché, the Pizza Delivery Man.

After our naked weekend I stopped off at the farmhouse and saw the
progress.  The new bathroom looked massive. It was easier to envision the
final product when you could see the physical size of the space.  The tile
boxes were stacked neatly in the hallway outside of the bathroom, ready for
the tile guy.

Fred brought me downstairs to show me a huge surprise. Over in the corner
were some boxes under tarps. "I priced that lumber, and I figured a way to
fit the budget.  I decided to just go for it and made a mock up for Van and
Brent" He pulled a tarp off one of the boxes and I saw his sample.

It was beyond what I expected.  He used the reclaimed wood as the panel in
the door of the cabinet.  It added the honesty I was looking for, and
instant history.  "Van and Brent will say yes, if not, they're idiots."
Fred smiled at my comment, his face flush with pride.  I could tell that
this house was personal, which fit into my long term plans.

As far as my short term plans were concerned, I needed to ensure that Fred
help play into my Valentines scheme.  Since Mike wasn't running the show
here, I couldn't count on him keeping Pete busy next Monday. I went over
the idea with Fred, filling him in on the secret, and what he needed to do
to help it come to fruition.

We needed to ensure that Monday had enough electrical projects to keep Pete
busy.  He required all of his supplies to be ready, no trips to the store
because even a quick trip past our house would give away my secret. Fred
went to the white board for the office and looked at his timelines. "I
think we can have Pete super busy on Monday. As far as the electrician, I
know just the guy, but I gotta see if you will need an inspection.  I'll
work on that today

It was great to see Fred take the lead in this house, and in Mike's
business.  When things quieted down I would have to go to bat for Fred to
ensure he got compensated for his actions.  In the meantime Fred put the
fire under his guys, and they made a lot of progress on the house in that
weeks time.  The bathroom was completed on time and was exactly how I saw
it.  Van and Brent were impressed by the door detail, so Fred used much of
his waking hours to complete the cabinets and ready them for install.  He
also planned for an update on the electrical service to the house, with
Pete projected to work on it the next Monday, Valentines day.

He also talked to our rugged building inspector Derek about my secret
project. Even though he saw no need to inspect the project, it was merely a
light installation, he would stop by and check it out. So everything was
coming together for the surprise.  All important deliveries were scheduled,
all my I's dotted, all my T's crossed.

The best part was that Pete was none the wiser about the plans. I kept
reiterating that nothing special needed to be planned for the day.  "Just
dress up, take me out to dinner" was the party line.  That really was all I
needed from Pete.

Yes, work kept me busy, and the progress on the old house filled my days,
but it was my alone time with Pete that made me a complete man.. As I got
closer to Valentines I almost regretted my plans.  We found pleasure in the
simple things we already had, and my secret was not simple.  I finally
decided since I had already ordered everything for it, I would just go
forward.

After another week of being out of retirement to work on the farmhouse,
Pete was ready for naked time.  I am not saying that he couldn't keep up
with the young workers, they usually had issues keeping up with him.  Pete
was just becoming used to the freedom he found being natural with me over a
weekend.  With Valentines looming he even wanted to extend the weekend into
Monday, spend the 14th naked with me, just being us.

I was glad that Fred had scheduled an inspection at the farmhouse and at
Pete's or should I say our house. I did my best on Monday, walking through
the day's plans with Pete and Fred.  I even apologized that I would not be
able to walk through the inspection due to a meeting with a fussy client.
Pete bought my story, and Fred played along without giving my secret away.

I drove off that Monday with my own hit list of things to do. I had to be
at the office early and actually get some work done.  I planned to call
Pete's cell from the office phone to remove all doubt where I was.  But
starting at eleven I had to be at our house.  One thing I needed to do was
take down the sling, since it could be seen by the electrician and our
inspector Derek.

Derek was supposed to inspect the electrical work in our house at 2:00 so
the electrician had three hours to install and secure the new ceiling
fixture.  Our inspection was a mere formality, but Fred wanted to ensure
everything he did was by code.  Then Derek would stop by the farmhouse to
inspect the new electrical service.  Fred and I had already decided that if
I needed more time, I should just try to bribe Derek into dragging out the
inspection.  As a fan, he might look for an opportunity to spend more time
with his wrestling idol. After the inspection Fred and I would connect and
then time the rest of the surprise.

Perfect planning from Fred ensured that things went better than expected.
The electrician got the new light fixture ready for Derek who stopped by
promptly at 2:00.  I gave him a quick tour of the downstairs, including the
electrical service, then I showed him the ceiling fixture the electrician
had installed.  Derek was all business checking things out to make sure
they were up to code.  He breezed through the inspection, giving us a pass
very quickly.  He was almost out the door, and down to the old farmhouse,
then he saw the Wall of Shame.

He started to look at each photo individually.  He pointed out people I had
long forgotten.  He copped the Pete pose, looking every bit as menacing,
every bit as sexy.  The guy that was all business otherwise, was a chatty
Cathy, going on about his favorite local wrestler.

"You know I saw this house in the Duluth News Tribune Y2K spread on 1970's
wrestling" Derek said. "I didn't know it was your place, I thought it was
Pete's."

"Well it is his, and mine I guess you could say."

Derek's grin grew wide. "Well I'll be damned.  You mean you and Ivan ride
the same bus as me?  Here I've been fantasizing about working out with Pete
and I could be jerkin off thinking about being in your sling with the two
of you double teaming me?  That is what usually hangs in the workout room
isn't it?  You guys aren't fooling me with those punching bags.  I wasn't
born yesterday."

"Well if you ever have any plans of doing a workout of any sort in this
house, I need your help with something.  As much as I'd like to take up
your offer as soon as possible, tonight is Valentines Day, and I need to
ensure Pete is occupied for the next two hours.  If you ride his ass for
that long during the inspection, we'll look into riding your ass for twice
as long down the line."

Derek got close to me, looked up into my eyes.  "Make it happen buddy, my
ass will make it worth your while."