Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2015 11:50:14 -0500
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: World Of Wheels Part 1

A Year In The Life

World Of Wheels Part 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 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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World Of Wheels Part 1

March was really shaping up as a good antidote to the bleak last two weeks
of February.  The spring thaw was in full swing, and Pete was still on his
high from his mini-celebrity status at the Pro Wrestling event at the DECC.
One of his gear head friends had contacted him and convinced him to show
his Charger at the local World Of Wheels show which was scheduled for the
end of the month.  Much of our spare time would be taken up by detailing
his Plum Crazy masterpiece.

To top it off, he was doing this with his son, Derek. They were both going
to show their cars. It amazed me how much the two of them had in
common. They worked in home construction, worked out, were wrestling fiends
and lovers of old cars.  Derek had a 1960 Dodge Dart that he brought back
with him from California. Yep, they shared a love for Mopar too. By
coincidence our family had almost the very same car back in the day, so I
was looking forward to seeing it.

The physical similarities also came to the forefront. I wondered how I
missed them before, but now when I saw them together I noticed all the
familial traits. Derek was Pete's son, that much was obvious. His
relationship with Justin was growing too.  Justin pulled back a bit after
realizing he had hooked up with the son of a former lover, but he couldn't
deny how he felt about Derek.

I was looking forward to attending the World of Wheels with my man and his
son. I had gone to the World Of Wheels every previous year I had live in
Duluth.  I was like a kid in a candy store at WOW looking at all of the
classic cars, and the toys from various vendors.  As a kid, cars were my
first love.  I knew every car on the highway by my third birthday, and I
could recite them all as we saw them.  My dad would buy me Matchbox cars,
and then Hot Wheels.  The WOW auto show had over a hundred cars packed into
the DECC, and as a treat for the adult kid in me, it was fun to look at the
straight men who were there.

Unintentionally, I am a gay man who passes for straight.  I could walk
through the World of Wheels and look at the cars, and in many cases the
men.  Lets be honest.  Not all of the guys were worth looking at, but there
were a couple dozen that required closer inspection.  I would make my trip
around the show, scope out my favorite cars, and my favorite daddies, then
make a return trip.  I would look over the top cars, but also check out the
men that turned my crank.  I was cruising these guys, and no one was wiser.

There was one guy I noticed last year.  To be honest I noticed his car
first.  A `34 Ford, deep navy blue with yellow to red scallops.  It was a
classic Hot Rod, with the perfect stance.  The doors opened suicide-style,
hinged in the rear.  I had to get closer, yet keep my distance out of
respect for this little gem.  I peered into the interior, noticed the
rolled and tucked upholstery, the billet dash.

I was caught in a trance by this car.  Then a gruff "Like what you see?"
knocked me out of that trance.  I turned as I was saying "Damn right I
do.." I was face to chest with 260 pounds of prime aged beef. "Nicest car
here" I added, covering how I felt about the man.  I stood to take in more
of the man, and the car.  He was tanned overall, his face deeply so.  The
white goatee that framed his thick lips was in stark contrast to the tan.

Everything about this guy was broad, his face, his chest, his arms, his
hands.  He offered me a broad hand to shake.  "Al Prdczynski " he said and
then gave me his card.

Al Prdczynski Certified Public Accountant The "Number Cruncher"

"Kyle Hansen, great to meet you.  Your name is a mouthful, I`ll call you Al
Phabet soup"

Al laughed a throaty laugh, then gave me the grand tour of his car, while
my eyes took a grand tour of the man.  He pointed out the engine detail,
the hand pin striping, and the white sidewalls riding on chromed offset
wheels.  I noticed the silver hair poking above his t-shirt which was
tucked into 38X30 Levis.  Redwing boots completed his look, damn.

It was lucky I dressed for a wintry day because my jacket covered my crotch
which was firming up.  He absentmindedly scratched his own ample basket as
he showed me his car.  He was proud of it, that much I could tell.  "Just
got back from Florida last weekend.  Spent the week detailing it, but don't
worry, it ain't a trailer queen, I drive it, go ahead and check it out, I
trust you."

He opened the door for me, gestured to sit, so I did.  I wasn't sure how
this man-mountain got into this low-slung car.  The interior was spare, but
every detail was spot on.  After a minute he offered me a big paw to help
me out.  "A bunch of us meet for car shows almost weekly in the Summer
Kyle.  Check us out, and I will give you a ride."

Fuuuuck, he had me going.  I took one more loop through the show, checking
out cars, and guys, but nothing measured up to Al.  I stopped at some of
the vendors, and picked up a few vintage Hot Wheels to remind me of my
youth.  I had done my share of looking for the day and I was on the horny
side.  I walked by the `34 Ford.  Al was sitting by it in a camp chair.
"Still the hottest one here" I said and gave him a thumbs up.

"I meant it when I said I will give you a ride this Summer, we usually meet
every Wednesday.  Just follow any Hot Rod you see."

"I'll take you up on it' I said, then left the show into the March Friday
night.  I was already downtown so I decided, what the fuck, and went to the
sauna.  Downstairs I found a few men, nothing to compare to Al, but one or
two that were "sauna worthy".  My juices were flowing from the jolt that Al
gave me, so I was in the mood for some closeness.

One guy benefited from my horniness.  He was tanned also, about 5'10", 185
pounds of married man covered in blond fur.  He had just got back from
vacation in California and needed the heat of the sauna on that late March
day.  We talked for a bit, both stroking our dicks.

It didn't take long before we were sharing a room, I started sucking his
dick, it was oozing pre-cum. He scooted around to feast on mine.  We had a
very satisfying sixty-nine going, I could have taken it to completion, or
given up my ass to him, but he took me by surprise by sitting on my dick.
What is it about married men and their need for my cock up their asses?

I figured if he was man enough to take my pecker, I was man enough to give
it to him.  So I flipped him onto his back, raised his legs and started to
really screw him.  His butt was covered in blond hair with a generous
amount right by the hole.  It was driving me over the edge, so I raised his
legs a bit more, and started to ram into him.

His fist was a fury on his dick, stroking as if it was the last thing he
was going to do.  I slammed into him, he shot, hitting his open mouth with
some of the cum, the rest covering his chest and face.  I filled his furry
ass, slowly pulling out as my breathing became normal.

I licked the cum off his face, and went in for a kiss.  His hand told me
no, I realized that even though I just had my dick in his ass, a kiss was
too personal for this married man.  The wild man from a few minutes before
suddenly became quiet.  He pointed to his wedding ring.  "I had better
shower before I head home, I can't go home smelling like this."

We each grabbed a shower. He paid no attention to me as I showered next to
him, washing my wilting dick.  We both dressed in the locker room, he had
to get home to his wife, me to my home.  He muttered a thanks as he left.
The smile told me he enjoyed the fuck, as well as struggled with it.

It was sometime in July later that year when I took Al up on his promise.
I saw a 1970 Dodge Challenger on Grand Avenue.  I had nothing planned so I
followed it to a local drive in.  I parked along the street, my car didn't
fit in with the classic cars that were on display.  I started to walk
through the lot.  There were more than a handful that I remember from the
World of Wheels.  Some were works in progress, others vintage iron, almost
bone stock.

I grabbed a burger from the drive in, and then started to look around.  I
didn't notice Al's car at first.  There were a few cars to really pique my
interest, and one or two guys too.  I finally saw the scallops in the third
and final row.  As I was walking down the row, I caught Al's eye as he was
sitting in his camp chair.

He smiled, got up, offered me his huge mitt.  "Kyle, great to see you,
finally taking me up on my offer?"  I was taken aback.  He introduced me to
his friends as if we were long lost friends He offered me an extra camp
chair to sit in while I ate my burger.  He then pulled out a cooler that
was painted and pin-striped to match his car, giving me a beer.

We shot the shit for a while, each guy talking about his car.  I wasn't
able to share in the conversation since I didn't have anything special,
vehicle-wise.  They encouraged me, but warned me that the hobby could get
expensive.  I was about to leave when Al stopped me. "Stick around, I'll
give you the ride I promised you."

I couldn't pass this up.  Al gave me another beer, but passed on one for
himself.  "I have to drive this heap, I need to be in control buddy."  It
was about 7:30 when the show started to break up, by 7:45 Al opened the
passenger door.  "Hop in buddy." he said and then he got into the drivers
seat, and turned the key.

The engine rumbled to life.  He pulled out of his spot, slowly driving
through the parking lot. I could feel the pavement cracks as we drove in
this low slung beast.  His left arm rested on the door as he steered his
car into traffic, and then onto Grand Avenue.  His thick right hand rested
on the shifter knob as we rolled through West Duluth.

His upper body consumed most of the space in the cramped quarters of his
chopped and channeled Hot Rod.  He would look over at me and grin as we
drove through town.  It was near impossible to carry on a conversation over
the rumble of the engine. "I can't believe you remembered my name" I
finally said, almost yelling to be heard over the engine.

"Easy to remember you Kyle" he said "Anyone with the balls to call me Al
Phabet Soup is a friend in my book.  Then there is the fact that you had
the look of lust when I met you.  I couldn't figure out if it was for me,
or the car, or a bit of both."  He put his hands on my thigh.  "Both is my
guest, I am right aren't I?"

He took his hand off my thigh, cupped the bulge in his jeans, and said "I
promised you a ride, and I know you will like it.  Like my name, this is
more than a mouthful.  I know this spot a few miles up the road..."

I was short of breath, and a bit, hell, a lot surprised by this turn of
events.  I reached over in his car, cupped the bulge.  His dick was
changing angles as we drove, so was mine.  "Don't start something you can't
stop" he said as I massaged his package.

"Oh, you will not be disappointed" I said as I unbuckled his belt. I
unzipped his jeans, reached in and pulled out his dick.  The fucker was not
wearing underwear. "You're ready I see" I shouted over the sound of the
engine.

"I was hoping you'd show up tonight, I have been horny all week, and only a
nice piece of ass will take care of it."  I stroked his dick as we drove,
pulled mine out and did the same.  We were pretty well matched in the
endowment area.  Between the two dicks I had almost 15 inches of steel hard
thickness in my hands.  "Don't get me too revved up Kyle.  I've got a rear
end to lube before I give you that ride I promised"

He drove past Gary New Duluth and we ended out in Fon Du Lac.  He turned
into a little side road that ended overlooking the St. Louis River.  Al
backed in, shut off the engine, I was ready, so was he, so I did my best to
swoop down and start sucking his slightly thicker dick.  I used my hands to
slide up his belly, to his hair covered chest.  He hiked up his shirt to
allow access to my hand.  My other hand caressed his balls as his dick was
deep in my throat.

I took my hand off his balls, and used it to slide my shorts over my ass,
and down around my legs.  "No underwear for you either huh?  Were you
hoping for the same ride as I was?'

He had me there.  His shifting hand went down my spine, over my butt while
I was bent over sucking him.  His fingers traced up and down my crack as I
sucked him in that cramped quarters.  "Don't get me too close Kyle, I
promised you a ride."  His thick index finger pushed it's way into my hole.
I was ready.

I started to cramp up and bolted upright.  "Let's take this outside" I said
as I opened the door.  The spot was secluded.  There was a long forgotten
picnic table overlooking the river.  I walked bare-assed over to it, and
kneeled on the bench, presenting my butt to Al.

He still had on his jeans, his dick sticking out of the fly.  He walked,
hell strutted over as I looked over my shoulder.  "Time for that ride
buddy, if you liked the car, you'll love this piston pumping."  He threw
off his shirt, shucked his jeans to his ankles, and then entered me in one
fluid motion.  "Damn Buddy, this was worth the wait" he said as he started
to fuck me.

I don't know if it was the rush of fucking outside in the open air, or the
fear of getting caught, but Al went into overdrive.  He was thrusting into
my ass like a well oiled machine I think our foreplay in the car put him on
edge, and my tight butt sent him over.  He wasn't fucking me more than a
few minutes when he howled he was cumming.  He filled my ass, pulled out of
me, sat down on the bench and slowed his breathing as he came down from his
fuck-high.

He then unexpectedly kissed me while I was stroking my dick.  Something
about that put me over the line.  I started thumping my leg in rapid-fire
movements, fisted my dick, and it went off like a Texas oil rig, shooting
my cum high into the air, landing on the bench between us.

Al gained enough composure to hike up his pants.  He went to his Hot Rod,
found my shorts and threw them to me.  I had just pulled them up, zipped
them, when a guy in a fishing boat trolled around the bend.

"Beautiful Summer night isn't it?" the fisherman said.  "It is nights like
these that make those cold winter days do-able."

"Having any luck?" Al finally said.

"Not sure if I have the right bait" the guy said "How about you guys?"

"Oh we have the right bait, you should see what I caught earlier tonight"
Al said as we got up from the table.  As an afterthought he zipped his
jeans.  I am not sure if the guy caught that, or if he heard our howling
earlier, but I appreciated our exquisite timing.

We drove back into town.  Al had his hand on my knee when he wasn't
shifting.  He would look over at me, we'd exchange smirks.  He finally
pulled behind my car.  "I should do this more often Kyle, I haven't had
this much fun in years."

I had his number, we tried to set something up during late Summer, early
Fall, but Al left for his Winter home in Florida before we could do it.  In
the end I doubt he would have been ready to connect with me in the same way
that Pete has.  I think that every experience you have, sets you up for
what is really meant for you. Al was a fun interlude that set me up for the
Pete.

Thinking back on that fun Summer night with Al made me appreciate what I
had with Pete.  I was looking forward to sharing my first World Of Wheels
weekend with the man I loved, and our son. Shit, I was thinking of Derek as
my son.  I wondered if he was thinking of me as one of his dads.

It didn't take long to find out. Derek invited Pete and I over to work on
his car, and grill up some steaks.  It was the weekend before the show and
it was Derek's last chance to detail his car since he had four full days of
inspections lined up before he had Friday off for the show.  He lived a few
miles away in Morgan Park.  Morgan Park was an old company town, built for
workers in the now defunct steel mill. Derek owned one of the historic
company homes, and was restoring it to better than new condition.

It soon became evident that Derek took pride in his home and car in much
the same way as Pete did. He brought us out to the garage to show us his
beauty.  The red paint glowed under the trouble light hanging from the
garage beam. Frankly it didn't need much detailing, but he drove it out
onto the driveway to give them better light to do their work.

It was a relatively warm day for late March, with temperatures nudging the
60 degree mark. Derek gave us a run down of what he wanted accomplished. I
am less mechanically inclined, so I offered to detail the tires and
wheels. It was my favorite thing to do when I was young and it came time to
wash the car.  I would go grab an old tooth brush and get the white walls
sparkling. The chrome wheels would get my attention next.  I wasn't happy
`til all four wheels looked showroom fresh.

My task was simple, so I watched my man and his son take care of their own
jobs. Derek's pride in his car was manifested when he would pull Pete over
and show him a detail.  Their closeness was that of a father and his
son. The midday sun helped warm the steel hulk as we worked on it.  Both
Pete and Derek stripped off their jackets and rolled up their sleeves while
working on the car.

In another situation I probably would be getting turned on by the display
of muscle and fur, but what I saw was the love of a father and a son. They
were in sync, knowing what the other one needed without a word said. I
broke away for a few minutes and played with Putski in the fenced in back
yard.  He was a rescue mutt, mainly Pit Bull, but completely loving.

The activity got my bladder going.  It was my first time at Derek's and I
didn't know the lay of the land. I walked back to the driveway, interrupted
them.  "Gotta.."

"Up the stairs and to the left" Derek said before I could finish my
sentence. "And why don't you grab us a few beers on the way back."

I let myself into the back door.  The vintage kitchen looked homey and well
detailed.  I walked past his den.  There was the shrine to Ivan.  Old
posters of Ivan were flanked by newspaper clippings. I remembered that
Derek admitted that he jerked off to images of Ivan, and the leather chair
must have been his perch while doing so.

I realized then, the range of emotions that probably had been going through
his mind over the last month or so.  He had gone from wanting to be in a
sling for Pete and I, to finding out that Pete was his dad.  I am sure he
struggled with that news, but the closeness I witnessed outside let me know
he was dealing with it.

I ran up the stairs, worried that I was gone for too long.  I pissed then
walked past what must have been Derek's room.  On the nightstand was a
single picture of a young blond woman and small boy.  The photo's faded
color and their clothing let me know it was probably from the early 70's.
I saw her in Derek's eyes and coloring, but the rest he got from Pete.

I ran back downstairs and grabbed some beers.  They barely noticed my
return, so I needn't worry about being gone too long. "Hand me that brush
Dad" Derek said. Oh, hi dad, what do you think of my house?" he said
looking up at me.

"Dad?" I didn't expect it.

"Yeah, I guess I got two dad's now, funny how things work out.  I hope you
don't mind me calling you that, it just slipped out."

"Not at all son." It too slipped out before I could think about it. Years
ago I had written off the notion of ever having my own kids and here was
with this man, seven years my junior, calling me Dad, and I thought of him
as my son.

"Well this is special" Pete said.  He stood and hugged the two of us.  I am
sure he was thinking the same thoughts as me. "Derek, I was worried that
you were going to be resentful that it took you this long to find out who
your father was.  I realize there might still be issues you are dealing
with, but I will do everything possible to be the father you need right now
and in the future.  I have many years to make up for."

"What's past is past Dad. Hey let's take a beer break while I show you my
home."

Derek led us in through the back door though the kitchen.  He pointed out
the many details he had already worked on, and what was still left to do.
I was impressed with his knowledge of the neighborhood.  Morgan Park was
it's own entity, a hidden gem tucked away between Grand Avenue and the
river.  In moving back to Duluth from California, home equity allowed Derek
to afford one of the homes owned by management at the steel mill, not the
more basic model rented by the average worker in the thirties.

That day was my first time inside one of these historic homes, and I drank
in the details as would be expected. I started to see more of what made it
Derek's home.  Both Derek and Pete described his mother as a hippy, and
there was a bohemian aspect to some of the furnishings. There were a few
paintings on the walls. Each one had thick paint layered on with expressive
strokes. I didn't need to see the signature to know it was his mother's
work.

The refinished woodwork of the downstairs was 100% Derek, but like I saw
earlier, the den was all Pete/Ivan. Derek pulled out scrap books that he
made when he was 8.  He had pictures of cars interspersed with wrestling
photos.  There were Hot Wheels ads cut out of comic books, we had that in
common.

If Pete was overwhelmed by the mini shrine to him, there was one photo book
that put him over the edge. It was filled with pictures of Derek and his
mom.  I recognized the neighborhood in the picture as being typical for the
Iron Range town he was raised in.  I even recognized his mom's hand bag as
one that my aunt used to sell at craft shows during the summer.  Most of
all I saw a happy kid and mom.

Pete saw something entirely different. He saw what was missing. "Sorry I
robbed you of a Dad, Derek.  I only wish I'd been given a chance to be
there for you."

"Mom knew you weren't the marrying kind.  She had a different view on
marriage anyway.  She said if the love was strong enough, there was no need
to be married.  Plus you didn't love her Dad. My guess is you haven't known
love, `til Kyle came along."

He then changed the subject. "You know, I think the car is ready for the
show. It's time I grilled those steaks I promised you guys."

Derek showed Pete and I the living room, then returned with two more beers.
He went out the back door where I heard the low rumble of the big block
engine, silence, then the closing of the garage door. He returned about ten
minutes later. "Got the coals going and the steaks have been marinating."

Pete had spent his time looking through the photo book. He looked up at his
son. "You know she was a beautiful woman, but she's right, I didn't love
her. Did she ever find her true love?"

"I think she had two. One guy, Carl, seemed to be the love of her life, but
he had little time for me for some reason. Then there was Annie.  It was
never talked about, but the five years she lived with us in California,
were the happiest years of Mom's life. It made it easy for me to come out
to her later on, but she had this bad habit of trying to hook me up with
boys, and we all know my type" he chuckled.

Pete laughed. "Yeah we do, but isn't Justin a bit of a boy, compared to you
at least?"

"I'll admit he is younger than I usually go after, but he brings out the
top in me. Oh fuck this is strange, talking to my dads about being a top. I
can't say I ever thought it would happen, but I am glad I got someone like
you to confide in."

Pete pulled Derek into a fatherly bear hug and kissed the top of his bald
head. While that image alone would have launched thousands of erections if
posted online, there was an innocent father/son love on display. Pete
patted the sofa on the other side of then held out his strong arm for me.
I joined them on the sofa, pulled in by Pete's strength.

Just then Putski jumped on Pete's lap. "I got all my men right here, how
did I get so lucky?"

Putski barked.  "Gotta go outside buddy?" Derek asked "It's time I start
the steaks anyway.  The coals should be just right."

Pete watched his son take Putski outside. "Does this make Putski our
grandson?" Pete asked.

"I dunno, he resembles your side of the family, so maybe."

Pete held me tight then kissed me. "You know you're right." He shook his
head. "I've been worrying ever since Barry brought up the subject. People
in this situation usually face a lot of resentment. I have been lucky so
far, but who knows when it may surface."

Pete was holding me tight, kissing me when Derek opened the back door.
Putski ran into the living room and jumped on the sofa to the left of Pete,
circled a few times, then backed his ass up against Pete's thigh as he laid
down.

"You know he usually only does that with me Dad. And by the way, the spare
bedroom is upstairs if you two want to take care of those hard-ons. Oh, and
don't get all innocent on me.  It's not like you haven't seen me fuck my
boyfriend."

"I think we can wait for later Derek, after I taste your juicy meat." I
joked with Derek. "The steak that is.."

"Okay, that was close to over the line hubby. But you're right.  We'll have
plenty of time later on, and you and Justin will get your alone time. I do
have a question, has he ever talked about me and him? I mean..."

"Not too much, I think it still freaks him out.  He did say we were very
much alike in and out of bed. You might see him tonight before you go.  If
it is a slow night at the steakhouse he will be coming over. Speaking of
steak, time to check the ones on the grill."

Putski followed his dad outside. I snuggled with Pete some more as we
talked about our son.  I could tell that Pete was still struggling with
what had happened. Possibly the biggest struggle was the shared lust they
both felt for men who turned out to be flesh and blood. I had no magic
answer for Pete, I was sure time would help us there.

Just then I heard a car horn, followed by the throaty bark of Putski.  A
few seconds later the back door opened and Putski ran into the living room,
followed by Derek and Justin. "Look who just showed up.  Lucky I grilled up
an extra steak just in case. Dad, why don't you and I go check on the
steaks, while Kyle and Justin get the salad from the fridge. Kyle made the
potato salad by the way, very tasty..."

It had been a few days since I saw Justin, so we caught up while setting
the table. I sensed a different man than I knew before.  There was a
contentment and calm in him.  Then I remembered details I saw earlier.
Those were his shoes peeking out under the bed in the master, two
toothbrushes in the cup in the bathroom. "So when are you moving in?"

"I gave my notice at the apartment, so as soon as possible." Then Justin
opened up, questions started flowing. "Am I doing the right thing? What
will Pete think? When did you know Pete was the right one for you?"

"Justin, only your heart can tell you if you are doing the right
thing. Pete will be happy if his son is happy. And I think I knew Pete was
right for me almost immediately."

"Good, because I know what my heart is telling me.  I worried for a bit
that I like Derek because he was like a younger version of Pete. Then when
I found out he was Pete's son, I freaked out. But now I realize that I
lusted for Pete, but what I have for Derek is love."

"Love huh? It looks good on you."

The door opened "What looks good on him? Those pants?" Derek
joked. "Because those pants make that ass look extra fine."

"Look at him" Justin said. "He inherited his father's perfect butt, and all
he can talk about is my ass."

"Like father like son. If you listen to Pete you'd think my ass should be
in some kind of butt hall of fame."

Pete entered with the steaks "Well it should after that night in the sling
when you fooled around with Ivan and the... uhhh...  never mind."

"Ivan and the what Dad? You gotta tell us now."

"Son, one night after dinner with Mike, your other father was all hot and
bothered when he got home. So I resurrected my Ivan personality and had my
way with him in the sling."

I hushed Pete, tried to quiet him. "Sorry Kyle, gotta be honest with my
kid, how can we be role models if we aren't honest. So anyway Derek, I was
fucking him when I gave him the option of trying out a dildo that might be
more the size of his fantasy man Mike.  I gave him the option, Mike or Me,
he said why not both. Let's just say that your other father is very
accommodating."

"But the moral of the story is not that his ass is magical. The moral is
don't be jealous if your man get's turned on by someone else.  We're all
men and we think with our dicks after all. If Justin comes home from work
all turned on by some daddy eating a thick piece of meat, be ready with a
thicker, tastier piece of meat."

"Speaking of tasty meat, I'm starving" Justin said. "And I know just the
slab I want." He stabbed one from the platter and placed it on his plate,
then got some potato salad.  "Beers all around?" he asked.

With our nods, he fetched four beers from the fridge.  The three of us each
grabbed a steak and salad then joined him at the table.  Few words were
spoken as we dug in.  I mumbled something between bites of the potato
salad.  It was earthy, herbal and rich. "Thanks, it's my own concoction" he
replied.

After dinner we went back to the living room with another round of
beers. Pete held me while he sipped his beer.  I felt at home here, there
was something sheltering about being there in Pete's arms.

Derek and Justin looked natural. Putski vied for their attention, but
finally gave up as the two men started to kiss. Putski got off the sofa,
laid near their feet then exhaled as if to say "This again?"

This display of young love sent a jolt right to my dick.  I was feeling the
four beers and though we were only minutes from home, I didn't want to
chance it. "Does the offer of your guest room still stand?" I asked.

Derek untangled himself, tried to hide his erection.  "Sure follow me" he
said.

"Don't try to hide it buddy" I whispered. "That's an other thing you
inherited from your dad, a boner that's almost impossible to hide.  Justin
and I are lucky men in that regard."

Pete followed Derek and I upstairs.  The guest room had a bit of the
bohemian look mixed with childhood memories.  The Hot Wheels were some of
the ones I had back in the day, maybe the two of us could go hunting at
World of Wheels together next week.

I laid down on the bed, my arms and legs spread wide. Pete jumped on top of
me.  We rolled around on the bed. "Are you sure we should be doing this?"
Pete asked.

"It's all part of being role models for your son and his lover. If you have
a healthy sex life at 59, just think of the years they have in their
future."

"Well you had better fuck me good Kyle."

I started to rip clothes from his and my body.  By the time I was done he
was spread eagle on the bed, his thick dick pointing skywards. I straddled
his chest and laid my dick on his tongue. He started to quietly suck it as
I held his shaved head.

From across the hall I heard the two of them giggling, their voices hushed,
but still intelligible.

"Do you really think he took both of them?"

"If Dad said so, he must have, why would he lie about such a thing?"

"Well if he did, I could, wanna try it?"

"Really? You'd let me?"

"Use the one that's Kyle sized. Yeah, that's it. Twist it around a bit. Oh
fuck, oh fuck oh fuck.

"Like that huh?"

"Yeah, grind it, open me up for it. Oh Yeah.  Stir it around, oh fuck
yeah."

"Are you ready?"

"It's now or never Babe. Be gentle. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. TOO
LATE. FU-U-U-UCK"

"Hush, they'll hear us"

"You want me to hush with two dicks in my ass? OOOOOPH Oh yeah. Babe it's
starting to feel good. Yeah do that"

I looked down at Pete, gently sucking my cock. "He's a chip off the old
block you know.  I just hope that Justin finds the time to do this to him."

I inched back, lifted Pete's legs, planted my dick against his hole, and
eased in. Our gentle lovemaking was in stark contrast to the raucous ass
pounding that was going on across the hall. I let their sex-noise be the
soundtrack to our love. From the sound I knew they climaxed quickly.  I was
still fucking Pete when their breathing and mattress squeaking slowed
down. I was still fucking Pete when Derek started a rumbling snore.

I was still fucking Pete when Justin untangled himself, went down the hall,
pissed, then opened our door. "Thanks guys" he whispered, then went back to
their room and fell into a creaking bed.  I heard Derek mumble, then pull
his lover into his arms.

I finally lost it when I heard Pete and Derek snoring in stereo.  I planted
my seed, wedged my dick in, held my man tight, then joined the three of
them in dreamland.