Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 11:28:32 -0500
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: World Of Wheels Part 2

A Year In The Life

World of Wheels, Part 2

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

World Of Wheels Part 2


Every time I wake up in a foreign bed, I feel a little disoriented.  Though
I woke up alone that March Sunday morning, I knew exactly where I was.
Derek's Morgan Park home was already like a third home.  I got up and
pissed, then walked back to the guest room.  I pulled on my pants and
walked by the master bedroom. Justin was sleeping away, looking almost
angelic in the early morning light.

I smelled sausage downstairs.  I went down and quietly made my way to the
kitchen.  Pete was at the table in jeans, drinking a cup of coffee. Derek
was tending to the sausage, wearing only a tank top and boxers.  This
little slice of father/son domesticity looked like it was painted by a
modern day Norman Rockwell.

I cleared my throat, interrupting the scene. "Glad you are wearing shorts
while frying sausage. I'd hate for any grease splatters to damage the
sausage you save for Justin."

"He loves me for more than my dick, Dad.  He thinks my ass is great too."

"I know that Derek, in fact he told me he loves you, he thinks you're the
one."

"He did? He does? When did he tell you that?"

I worried that I had overstepped a line there, but what was done, was
done. "Yesterday afternoon. But I am sure you knew already."

Derek removed the sausage from the pan, onto a plate then grabbed a cup of
coffee.  He motioned to me with a cup, I nodded, so he filled one for
me. "He likes it black, just like... Oh never mind..." Pete said. "That
joke is getting old"

We laughed and joined Pete at the table. "I hope we weren't too loud last
night?" Derek said quietly.

"You weren't, and why should it matter, it's your home" I said.

"Sounds like our story gave you guys some inspiration" Pete added.

"You heard????"

"Every detail, you know you don't have to do everything your old man does
just to get his approval." His smile, and the punch on Derek's arm let him
know Pete was joking.

"Dad, I love him.  He brings out everything good in me, and sands down most
of the rough edges. It's like that woodwork in the living room.  It took me
months to peel away the paint, reveal the grain, and highlight it with
stain. He has done that to me in the matter of weeks."

"I think I talk for Kyle and I when I say this, but we've noticed the
change.  You used to strut around, showing everyone who was in charge. But
the cock of the walk, doesn't have to be the cock of the walk if you know
what I mean.  His mere presence should be enough."

"It's sort of like our cars Dad. There will be others at the show that will
be flashier, with bigger engines, but we have the quiet strength.

"Much like the 34 Ford I saw last year." I let it slip out.

"What 34 Ford?" Pete and Derek said in unison.

"Oh, just a nice Hot Rod I saw last year.  The owner thought it was the
hottest thing there, but I've seen better."

"I've been out of the circuit for a while" Pete said.  "Not sure if I am
familiar with it."

"You'll have to point it out to us.  I'm really looking forward to walking
the show with my two dad's and my lover.  It'll be funny messing with the
straight guys.  I doubt any of them would have an idea we were four gay
men."

"Now son, be nice to the straight men, I was once one too" Pete pointed
out.

The laughter around the table was raucous. A naked Justin entered the
room. "What'd I miss? What's so funny?"

"So nice of you to dress for breakfast sleepyhead" Derek said. "But now
that you're up I can finish it."

"Hey it's the dress code at Pete's so I thought it worked here."

Derek got up, poured a cup for Justin. I wondered for a moment how Norman
Rockwell would capture the copper glint in Justin's chest hair or the
silver nipple ring that poked through it.

"Wait, when did that happen?" I said, then leaned over and tweaked it.

"A few weeks back. I'm surprised you didn't see it in the sauna or
breakfast at Pete`s.  I think everyone's eyes were on Derek and his little
show.  I know mine were."

He was right. Derek was the cock of the walk that night, grabbing
everyone's attention quietly. Just as quietly now he was tending to a large
wok on the sofa, folding eggs, cheese, crumbled sausage and fried potatoes
together. He put a lid on the wok then pulled some plates from the vintage
cupboards.  The earth toned dishes were from about the same era as the
house.  Derek filled them with his concoction, sat them in front of us,
then joined us at the table.

He lifted a coffee cup "To my dads and my man." We all raised our coffee
cups, then heard a bark at the back door. "Oh I forgot about Putski"

Derek opened the back door to let his four-legged side kick in. Putski
bolted to Pete's chair and sat down beside him, completing the modern day
Norman Rockwell tableau.

"Again? Damn you used to sit only by me. What gives buddy?"

"Derek" I pointed out. "Dogs always know who the alpha male is."

I smiled at my newest family member.  He looked up at me, smiled back, then
laid his head down by the master's chair.

We quietly spent the rest of Sunday morning with our newest family
members. Pete did the crossword puzzle while sipping coffee at the den,
Putski at his side. I checked out Derek's Hot Wheels in the guest
bedroom. Meanwhile Derek and Justin cuddled on the couch.  Justin had a
mid-afternoon shift at the steakhouse so they wanted their quiet time.

I came back downstairs. "Do you realize you have at least one valuable Hot
Wheel up in that room?"

"Oh those cars, just childhood stuff.  I do pick some up every now and then
at garage sales etc."

"The light green Superfine Turbine is near mint buddy.  They only made it
one year. It's gotta be worth a few hundred at least. They make me want to
dig out my old cars, display them somewhere in our house."

"What are we displaying in our house?" Pete joined us from the den. "I hope
I get some say in this, seeing how "our house" used to be just "my house."
He laughed. "By the way guys. According to the forecast there might be snow
this weekend. We'll have to see if Mike will let us use the trailer to
bring our cars to the show."

"I don't know about you, but my car is not a trailer queen. It can handle
what nature throws at it, and we'll just wipe it down at the DECC."

"Damn, you ARE my son aren't you?  Move over, give the old man some room."

Derek and Justin scooted over, Pete plopped down on them and Putski jumped
on Pete's lap.  I took a mental picture of the four of them filling that
sofa. I thought again of a modern day illustrator who could capture the
love and detail of our lives.  Then I realized, I could be that modern day
Norman Rockwell.

I joined them on the sofa, sitting on the arm next to Pete. "Let's give
them some room" I whispered in his ears. "Justin will have to leave for
work soon enough, let's get back to our place."

"Guys, my husband has suggested that we let you guys to do whatever it is
you do, when we're not here.  Or you could do, what you do, when we are
here, but a little bit louder this time. Either way, we're heading
home. Talk to you tomorrow son."  He got up, bent over and kissed Derek
then Justin.  He tweaked Justin's nipple ring then turned to go upstairs
and get the rest of his clothes.

We said our goodbyes, then walked out the front door.  Pete started up the
truck, I got in. We rolled down the windows to let the breeze blow through
as we drove out of Morgan Park.  The sprightly reggae beat of Paul Simon's
"Mother and Child Reunion" came over the truck's speakers.

"Pete, I heard years ago that this song's title was inspired by the name of
a chicken and egg dish in a Chinese restaurant. I wonder what a Father and
Child Reunion dish would be made of."

"Sausage and Egg, of course.  Or exactly what my son fed us this morning."

We did make quite the family.  I often thought of the guys as my extended
family.  Fred had once told me that we were closer to him than his father
had ever been. But now we had true flesh and blood in the family.  We drove
through the exit of Morgan Park and out onto Grand Avenue.  I was anxious
to get home to our place, and make a pit stop down at the old farmhouse.

I told Pete of my plan to go rummaging through some of the storage boxes at
my old home, but he stopped me dead in my tracks.  "That can wait babe. I
bet Derek and Justin are beyond the snugglin' stage right now, and I can't
let my son show up the old man.

We got home, parked the truck. He tugged me upstairs, then quickly got
naked. "I have a feeling you weren't telling me the whole story about this
Hot Rod you saw last year. Is this one of those secrets I am gonna have to
trust you with, or are you gonna fill me in?"

I got on my hands and knees on the bed, hiking my ass up in the air. "Why
don't you fill me in, while I tell you about his Hot Rod."

"You're here with me now so I must assume, I have the hotter rod" Pete
said, then nudged his dick between my cheeks. In one lunge I knew who had
the key to my ass, and my heart.

Pete grabbed a hold of my butt and started to piston away. "Oh FUCK YEAH,
you beat him in every way Babe. Beside, you let me drive every once in a
while, I bet he would never do that."

"That's because Old Petey is smart enough to know a great ride when he sees
one. And damn if I don't know a great ass when I see one. "How could he
pass this up?" FUCK!"

Pete roared as he started to bang me.  I could only think of the noisy sex
we heard from across the hall last night in his son's house and I wondered
if they were being even more noisy now. "That's right Babe. Tell me how you
feel. Talk to me."

"DAMN, how can this ass be so pretty and so tight? You must be doing
exercises to keep your hole in shape. Yeah, that's it, work that ass, I
feel you tighten that hole for me."

I did as I was told.  I clenched down on his prick as it was prodding me.
Damn he had me motivated with his words, I wiggled my ass back as he
continued to piston into me. "Give it to me Pete, make me forget old
whatshisname and the car he drove in on."

"See you've forgotten already. Back that bumper up while I hitch a ride."

I chuckled at his metaphor "I thought Derek said you weren't a trailer
queen."

"Well you protest that you're not a size queen and look at the rod I'm
throwing you."

"With pleasure babe, with pleasure."

"Getting close. Gotta look you in your eyes as I lube your rear end"

Pete pulled out, rolled me over, lifted my legs and slammed home. "Here it
is Babe. TAKE IT!"

"Oh HELL YEAH!" I roared.

"Better than Mr. 34 Ford?"

Pete gave me another nudge, then fisted my dick.  I shot, cum landed on his
cheek. "I guess I got my answer"

"Ain't no comparison Babe."

My breathing slowed. Pete lowered himself to kiss me. I took advantage of
the moment by licking the cum from his cheek, then shared it with him in
the next kiss.

"Tasty as always, even second hand" Pete said. He then withdrew from my
ass, and pulled me into a tight snuggle. Our faces were centimeters away
from each other. He held me in one hand while the other caressed my
face. "I didn't know love could be so great, that a man could be so
beautiful."

His touch was tender. Thick calloused hands held me with fragility and
strength. His kisses touched me in the same way. How could a man shift
gears so quickly? I was lucky to be the man, desired by such a man.

"I only hope my son finds the same thing in Justin.  He is a good man, he
deserves the best."

It would be hard for me to argue that. In my months with Pete I had come to
know many new friends. Each one brought love to my life.  A few had found
their own Pete, some were still looking.  I didn't know for sure if what
Justin and Derek were developing was love on our level, but I would be
there to help them.

I also wasn't sure if the father-son connection I had seen was innate, or
still a work in progress. In one short week they had displayed a closeness
that looked like the product of years of knowing each other. But I was
aware there could still be some deep-seated issues that might still bubble
to the surface. As someone who loved both of them, I vowed to look for any
signs.

Derek called me Monday just as I was about to leave work. We shot the shit
for a while. I could tell he was feeling a bit lonely since Justin had a
shift that night. "Why don't you join us for pizza and some TV?"

"Do you mind if I bring Putski? He's missing Justin too."

"I know Pete would love to see his grandson. Bring him along"

It felt natural that Monday night, watching Antiques Roadshow and eating
pizza with Derek.  Putski snuggled up to Pete, putting his head on Pete's
meaty thigh. Derek excelled at our appraisal game, often coming very
close. My specialty that night was picking out who was gay, and who was the
hot daddy. Pete didn't totally understand the concept of Gaydar. I enjoyed
explaining it to him.

The rest of the work week crept by. I was feeling like a kid at Christmas
counting down the days `til the World of Wheels. On a whim I designed logos
for our rides, then had a local source make personalized bowling shirts for
the four of us. Later I remembered Brent's admiration for the Plum Crazy
Charger, so I called and upped the order.

Friday finally was here. I had always been there the moment they opened the
doors in previous years, but this year I was there for set up. I sprung my
surprise on the guys after we drove our shining beauties into the Mopar
section of the show.

Pete was already wearing his Plum Crazy shirt when Derek opened his ReDart
one. "Uh, isn't matching shirts... ummm... sorta gay?" Derek said.

"Hey, don't you have pride in your car? Beside, you suck dick and fuck ass,
get over yourself." Pete had a point. "If any man thinks you are gay
because you are wearing this shirt, it is probably because he wants to get
you out of it."

Reluctantly Derek pulled his red shirt over the black t-shirt he was
wearing. He had the body that could pull anything off, and the black panels
down the front accented his tight stomach, while the logo I placed on the
back exaggerated his shoulders. He checked himself out in the reflection of
the glass. His smug smile let me know he passed his own inspection.

During set up I stayed mainly in the Mopar section which kept my camera
busy.  There was so much muscle eye candy to look at, and a bit of daddy
eye candy too. One guy with a flat top mullet caught my attention. His
broad shoulders went down to a bit of a paunch, and almost nonexistent ass.
He was one of those men who were almost all torso.  I forgave him for his
mullet, because he had enough going for him in other areas. I took a quick
picture of his car, making sure I caught him in the background.

Arriving early meant I also was there for vendor set up.  There was a tall
straight bear daddy from Chicago there selling his Matchbox and Hot Wheels
cars.  I had seen him at flea markets and car shows when I lived in
Chicago, and was happy to see him up here the last few years at World of
Wheels.

Pete and Derek had their cars situated and Pete was talking to an old
buddy, so I convinced Derek to go looking with me. The vendor from Chicago
was still unloading totes. He didn't look up. "Still unloading guys, not
open yet."

"Just checking things out, seeing if you have any reds for me."

He looked up. "Oh hey bud, hoped I would run into you, I got my special box
over here." He dug around for a bit, then found it.  There was a small case
inside with about two dozen minty Hot Wheel redlines. The green `36 Ford
Coupe caught my eye first, until I saw the Purple Custom Charger. To say I
lusted after it was an understatement.

"What do you want for it?"

"I'm thinking a buck, seventy-five."

Derek grabbed my wrist, shook it, "Go for it, that's cheap."

"Bud, what you don't understand is that when I say a buck, seventy-five I
mean $175."

"Shit, for a Hot Wheel? I don't think I have ever spent more than a few
dollars on them."

"Welcome to the world of collecting." I started to point out some flaws to
my Chicago friend, a flea bite in the paint here, chrome loss on the rear
drivers side wheel. "See that Charger down at the end of the hall and the
mean looking guy standing by it. I'll give you a Benjamin for this.  That
way he'll be happy and won't have to take his aggression out on you. My
guess is you are still making a pretty penny on this."

He held up the Custom Charger and squinted, getting the real deal and the
toy version in focus. "Looks like a match, and looks like we have a deal.
That guy looks familiar. Didn't he used to wrestle?"

"He still does from time to time, mostly private matches."  I handed over
five twenties, then watched him as he wrapped it gingerly, then place it in
a protector. "Thanks, we'll be by later when we have more time, maybe send
business your way."

As we walked back to our cars Derek whispered to me. "He is hot in a daddy
bear kinda way.  Not in your or Pete's league, but still fuckable.  I still
can't believe you paid that much for a toy car. Do you really think that
one of mine is worth hundreds?"

"I am sure it is."

Back at our car I gave Pete the small protector. "Open it Babe"

Pete opened it and put it in his hand, then looked at the full scale
version. "It's beautiful Babe, I hope you didn't spend too much on it."

"The guy wanted a buck, seventy-five, Kyle got him down to a buck."

"You negotiated over seventy five cents? I guess my frugality is rubbing
off on you."

"No when he..." Derek started to say.

"When I pointed out who it was for, he cut the price. It seems he is a
fan." I made a note to inform Derek not to share the prices of my toy
purchases.  I felt it was within the agreement Pete and I had on secrets.

The doors finally opened. Friday was our free day.  Pete had signed us up
for door duty on Saturday, but Friday we were free to roam.  Justin and
Brent arrived, finding us quickly. "Damn D, you look hot in red. Hottest
one here, although that silver haired daddy we saw by that old Ford is a
close runner up, present company excluded."

Pete threw each of the men their shirts. "Here you go, we're a matching set
now. So this Ford owner is a silver haired daddy huh? I wonder if it is the
same guy Kyle had fun with last year."

"You had sex with the owner of the `34 Ford? I thought just his car was
hot." Derek said.

"The way Kyle tells it, he gave him a ride, then he gave him a ride."  I
think it's high time we go meet this man that's almost in my league. Lead
the way Justin."

We left the Mopar area, walked through a connecting hall, and then I saw
the blue `34 Ford. The drivers door was opened. Al's meaty ass was on
display in his 38X30 Wranglers as he bent over while fiddling with the
dash.

"Al my friend, I'd like you to meet..."

Al straightened up. "PETE?"

"THE CRUNCHER?" Pete and Derek said in unison.