Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2015 10:39:38 -0600
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: Y2KWrestling Part 2

A Year In The Life

Y2K Wrestling 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.

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We continued to celebrate Pete's 59th with more wine, and contemplated
ordering a lighter dessert than the offered bread pudding.  I knew I had
too much to drink and guessed that Pete was there as well so I pretended I
needed to use the bathroom.  Excusing myself, I called Charlie.  "Why
didn't tell me today was Pete's birthday?"

"Long ago I learned Pete didn't celebrate birthdays, so I have conveniently
forgotten it" Charlie explained.

"We are down at the steakhouse and need a designated driver, so why don't
the three of you come down and help us."  We finalized plans, the three
would join us.  I stopped Justin near the host station and told him what
was happening.

"On the way back from the john I saw Justin and ordered dessert, it will be
up soon."  Pete sipped on his wine, contemplated some more, and I forced
the subject by filling his glass.  "It isn't everyday that someone turns
59, drink up!"

"Don't remind me.  I haven't celebrated my birthday in years, I should have
kept my mouth shut."  His smile let me know he was slightly kidding. "Kyle,
this has been my best birthday ever.  Now where is that dessert?'

He started getting antsy.  I didn't know how long I could keep this up. We
had small talk, the next morning's workout, his dislike of wrapping
presents, some other inane topics.  We almost ran out of things to talk
about when Justin and our three friends came around the corner with two
large helpings of bread pudding, each with a flaming candle.

Pete looked at me.  He almost had that Ivan scowl.  "Hey, I needed a
designated driver, and I think you do too" I explained.  Pete's smile let
me know I hadn't overstepped any boundaries.

The three amigos crowded into the booth with us.  Justin returned with five
plates, and dished out a portion for each of us.  I ordered coffee all
around, and a wine glass so Angelo could help us polish off the second
bottle.

Pete pulled me closer in the booth to whisper. "I know we said it would
just be us, but thanks for including our friends.  We'll have "our time"
later on.  Tomorrow we'll have to work this off."

We did have "our time" later on.  Charlie drove us home, we sat in back
snuggling. Inspired by the lights he saw on the hillside, Charlie took a
detour through a residential area and we started to look at some of the
Christmas decorations.

Finally Charlie pulled Pete's Ram truck into the driveway.  "Home
gentlemen" he said, then with great aplomb, opened the door for the two of
us.  We walked arm in arm to the door, I fished for my key.  Charlie begged
goodbye, wished Pete a Happy Birthday, then turned to leave.  Pete pulled
him back, we both hugged him tightly, then kissed him

"Thanks for the present Charlie" Pete said.

Charlie shrugged his shoulder "What present?"

Pete said "Everything, your friendship, the designated driving, your
sobriety.  Want to join us in celebrating?"

"That is something you two can celebrate on your own, I would just be a
third wheel."  Charlie looked handsome in the glow of the home's Christmas
lights as he turned to leave.  It was in moments like this that I loved
Charlie.  I huddled with Pete as we watched our friend walk down the dark
road towards his home.

I looked at Pete, I think both of us were suffering from a case of misty
eyes.  I unlocked the door, feeling something symbolic about it. Finally I
had to admit, "As much as I don't want this day to end, we had better get
some sleep if we are going to workout with Barry tomorrow."

As Pete turned off the lights, I went to our bedroom and started to
undress.  Pete joined me in the bathroom as I pissed.  We crossed streams
again, it was an innocent, yet intimate thing we shared.  He grabbed a
couple of glasses, and some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.

"I know that a hangover would probably put us on equal ground with Barry,
but we should try to fend it off as much as possible."  After taking the
prescribed treatment, we got on the unmade bed, and pulled the covers over
us as we spooned.  Pete kissed my neck, nudged his dick into the crack of
my ass and said "Thanks for the best birthday ever hubby."

Pete's morning wood woke me up at 5:30 the next day.  The Winter Solstice
was starting out on a right note as Pete's hooded knob entered my ass.  I
wiggled my ass back on his dick.  "Not bad for a fifty-nine-year-old" I
said as he started to stroke into me.

"I really gotta piss buddy, and as much as I have thought about filling
your butt, this is not the time or place" Pete gave my ass a few more
thrusts, and then reluctantly pulled out.  He turned me around into his
arms and looked me in my eyes to say "Good morning hubby."

We wrestled on the bed for a few minutes, kissing and exploring each other,
then slowly got up.  Again we crossed streams as our morning wood subsided.
Pete's dick always looked it's best on the cusp of a hard-on, today was no
exception.

We got dressed in our running wear.  The clear sky signaled the possibility
of a great sunrise, one that we would soon share with Barry.  Barry pulled
into the driveway at about 6:05.  We immediately saw that Barry had gone
modern on us.  He was decked out in the latest hi-tech workout gear and
brand new running shoes.

"Looks like you are dressed for the part, now is the time where the rubber
meets the road" Pete said.  "Let's see if you are ready for it."

Considering how much we drank last night, I really wasn't feeling much
worse for the wear.  Pete mapped out the expectations for Barry.  It was to
be the shorter run of the first workout, and then we'd see to what extent
we would attack the weights and exercising.

There were still stars in the sky as we started out on our jog.  We stopped
to rest at the same places Pete and I did on our first time, the trail down
to the creek, the last leg of Skyline Parkway.  It was taxing Barry, but
pride pushed him on.  On the way back to the house sunrise filtered through
the trees.  "Just a bit more Barry, you've got it" Pete cheered on his
friend.

We made it home, I let the two of them in.  Each of us had worked up a
healthy sweat during our jog so we re-hydrated.  Barry looked handsome
drinking his water.  There was something erotic about how his Adam's apple
bobbed while swallowing.  My dick got a jolt watching him drink.  Then Pete
raised the ante by using his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow. I was
getting hard watching these two men.

We went down to the workout room where Pete commenced pushing his friend
even further.  Pride was a huge motivator for Barry, and Pete knew it.
"Gotta look good for your fans Barry.  Work that stomach.  Yeah... the arms
are looking HUGE buddy, keep it up."  All of the encouragement drove Barry.
I did my best to go through my own routine, but these two handsome men were
a distraction.  I knew I had better get a new jock soon, because my current
one was working overtime containing my dick.

I sensed that Barry was all worked out, or soon there, so I went up to the
kitchen to prepare breakfast.  I started the coffee, that was easy enough,
then looked into the fridge for inspiration.  Eggs, check, chicken breast,
check, salsa, check, cheese, check, tortillas, check.  With everything
there, I started three breakfast burritos.

I heard the workout room door open and close, then the start of the showers
while I prepared breakfast.  I was tempted to go spy on the two
ex-wrestlers as they showered, but I didn't want to burn their post-workout
fuel.  By the time the two of them returned upstairs I was browning three
oversized burritos.

They looked handsome in their open robes, I gestured for the two of them to
sit.  I placed the burritos on plates in front of them, brought out some
extra salsa, and told them to eat up.

"Boy did you luck out Pete, he can cook as well as he can fuck" Barry said.

"You don't know the half of it Barry, I got the total package when I fell
in love with this guy."

I grabbed my own plate, put it on the table, refilled my cup, then walked
by Barry.  He was putting on a show for me.  One workout wouldn't make that
big of a difference, but he was tensing his gut, absentmindedly fluffing
his dick, his open robe meant it was all on display.

I sat, reached over and patted his belly.  "Looking good."  Then I reached
down and fondled his dick "This too" I winked at Pete, letting him know it
was just for show, but I think he already knew it.

"Barry's gonna be hot stuff by the time next Monday rolls around isn't he
Kyle Especially after you shave him on Sunday .  That is unless he
distracts you too much..."

I reached over and fluffed the fur on Barry's gut.  "Oh I promise to do my
best."  Then reaching down I grabbed his balls.  "And I will not damage the
merchandise.  Yeah, Barry's going to be one hot guy when we are done with
him."

Soon it became time for Barry to leave.  As Barry dressed, Pete showed
interest in his new workout garb.

After our goodbyes I said what we both were thinking.  "One week of
workouts won't make him Mr Olympia, but we'll have him thinking he is."

"Barry was always the showman.  You'll see the real man when there is a
camera on him."  Pete knew his friend.

I had presents to wrap, plus Barry had his own errands to run, so we took a
momentary pause from our vacation for "real life".  I went home, sat at the
computer for a bit and checked email.  There was one from my sister.  We
are not the type of family that calls each other daily, so the email was
somewhat significant.

Kyle

We finally have planned a get-together for Christmas.  I reserved the party
room at Mom's apartment building and we hope you can make it.  In one of
the odd chances of the calendar, Christmas will happen on Christmas day.
Bring something for pot luck, and a book for a blind exchange.  Mom
mentioned you might have a "good friend".  Feel free to bring him too.

Patty.

Yep, that was my family. I was so focused on my current "family" that my
real one was barely a blip on the radar.  I made a mental note to tell Pete
about it as we were shopping Barnes & Noble for the books.  I knew my man,
and guessed he would over-think meeting my family.

I sent a reply to Patty, told her to expect the two of us, but didn't give
her any more info.  After I finished the rest of my email I closed the
computer, and went downstairs to wrap a few presents.  I decided that the
ones for Pete were the most important to wrap, since I could just bring the
other presents to his, I mean our house, to finish if I needed to.

I was about to leave when I saw the mail truck stop.  More packages were
being delivered.  I had done so much shopping online, I think the guy was
working overtime on me alone.  I remembered a card I had bought earlier, so
I grabbed it off the end table and ran out to greet him.

"Jeff?" I said, I remembered his note about the lights, how he signed it.
"Kyle's my name, but you already know it I guess."  I offered my hand.

"Yeah, my name is Jeff.  Good to finally meet you" he said as he shook my
hand.  "Although lately you could have been Charlie, or Fred, I get mail
for all those names here.  And from the amount of packages delivered, it
could have been Santa"

I chuckled "Yeah, add a few more pounds, maybe some more white in the beard
and I could be Santa"

"That would make you Santa Bear" he said, I caught what he meant.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the card I had for him "Well, I
gotta run, but I hope you have a great Christmas, and an even better New
Year"

I saw him walk back to his mail truck.  His ass filled those blue uniform
pants nicely.  As he got into the truck he said "See ya soon, I hope.
Merry Christmas Kyle and say hi to Pete for me." With that he drove off.

Damn, even the mailman figured us out. After loading the presents I drove
up to Pete's to drop them off.  Pete met me at the door.  "I got news
buddy, Barry called.  Midnight, The Sheik, and Giorgio are all in for this
photo shoot.  It also turns out that Barry is taking us out tomorrow night.
He has hired a limo driver who does one of those "Tour Of Lights".  Could
be a fun time to catch up on old friends.

"Great, I got news too, I will tell you it while we are shopping at the
bookstore.  Let's get going."

"Hold up buddy, Shopping, bookstore? I thought we were going to spend
quality time together.  I even finally dug out the barbecue grill, I was
going to grill up some steaks, make a nice salad."

"We'll have time for that after shopping.  I think you will like my
surprise."

I finally got Pete into my car.  It was my turn to chauffeur.  Just by
chance I had Van Morrison's Greatest Hits in my CD player.  We drove to the
mall area.  Listening to Van always reminded me of the time I spent with my
oldest brother, so I was elated that I would be seeing him soon.  We
parked, walked to B&N then sat in the café while I told him the news.

"You are going to be meeting the whole damn family, Mom, my brothers and
sisters, in-laws, and their kids" Pete was speechless for a minute.
"What?" was all he could say.

"Christmas Day we are going to my Mom's place, it's pot luck, I think you
can make the porchetta, I'll do the wild rice, that should be good enough
for our part.  Don't worry, the family is going to love you.  The best
thing, we don't have to go crazy buying presents.  We are doing a book
exchange, that's why we are here."

I filled in Pete on my family.  I had only mentioned a few of them in
passing over the last month or so, a crash course was necessary.  While we
are not in constant communication, our family was close. They knew some of
my previous partners, not always liking them.  However I knew that Pete
would be different.  I told Pete only the basics, I didn't want him to have
any preconceived notions about them.

We finished our coffee and started shopping for books.  I could see that he
hesitated, over-thinking what would work for my family, so I suggested he
pick out something he liked.  It would be a way to introduce a little bit
of his personality to the family.

I already had a book.  While shopping a used book store in Downtown Duluth
earlier in the summer I found an almost pristine copy of the National
Lampoon 1964 High School Yearbook.  Years ago it was the go-to humor book
for our family.  Hopefully one of the next generation would be the
recipient of this throwback.

Pete meanwhile checked out the local section.  He was firmly rooted in
Duluth, and he wanted something to represent that.  He finally picked up a
photography book about the harbor.  It far surpassed the price limits of
our exchanges, but I wasn't going to convince Pete to change his mind.  "I
have to impress your family somehow"

Pete's mood brightened as we left B&N.  I had bought some Santa hats at
Brent's store the previous week, so I threw one to Pete as we got into the
car.  "Well my shopping's done" I said, "we coast downhill from here."

We literally could have coasted downhill to our place.  I however decided
to take the scenic route.  We turned to Skyline, my old standby.  The whole
of Duluth, Superior and the Great Lake stood before us.  Just then the
piano intro to one of my favorite Van Morrison songs came on.  I knew what
was coming, Pete didn't.  I found a lookout spot, pulled in.  The clarity
of the words, the music, the voice came through.  By the last chorus, Pete
knew it enough to sing it to me.  He looked over at me, and with a choked
voice said "I think we just found "our song"."

I don't think either of us could get home quick enough.  We dodged some
cars ogling the lights, then parked right next to Pete's Ram.  He let me
in, and with a quick, heartfelt "I need you" he pulled me upstairs.

I could see the need in Pete's eyes.  We both had blurred the lines from
lust to love long ago.  Clothes were thrown everywhere as we expressed both
emotions.  "What was the name of that song Kyle?"

"Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?  I have always liked that song,
now I have someone to play it for."

Pete hugged me in, then threw me down on the bed and jumped on top of me.
It was in stark contrast to the gentleness of the song.  We wrestled on the
bed for a bit.  Tongues vied for space in each other's mouth as we
expressed our lust and love.  We were both getting a bit physical.  Seeing
Pete's muscles flex as we rolled around aroused me even more, and I did the
same to him

"Yeah... my man showing me that he loves me" Pete gasped out.

"I'll show you more than that."  I disentangled myself for a second,
reached into the night stand for Pete Jr. and some lube.  "I'll show you
that you are man enough for this."

The sexy grin on Pete's face told me he liked the turn of events, and was
up for a challenge.  "I might need a licking and a dicking to open me up
for that hubby."

"Oh, I plan to do that, and I plan to enjoy every minute of it.  Assume the
position!"  Yes, I took the words out of his mouth He used those very same
words weeks ago when he first fucked me.

 Pete got onto the edge of the bed on his hands and knees.  I dropped the
dildo and lube to the right of him, and then stood behind him and placed a
hand on each ass-cheek.  I was taking pleasure in holding my man's ass,
"that ass" once again.  I massaged his hairy mounds and rubbed my dick up
and down his crack.  His butt inspired me.  Pre-cum was drooling from my
slit, my mushroom head was getting covered in it.

I had to taste my man's butt, so I bent down and started to lick up and
down that crack.  I used both thumbs to pull apart his ass, allowing better
access.  I had his hole open for my tongue.  I could taste the pre-cum that
my dick had left there mixed with my man's musk.  "Tasting great babe, hope
you are liking it."

He writhed on the bed and groaned out his appreciation.  "Don't stop what
you're doing."

I wasn't going to stop, just amp it up a bit.  I went back to licking,
pulling his butt apart.  "You have the perfect ass babe."  I continued
licking, then opened the lube bottle and coated first my shaft, then his
hole with it.  When I placed my dick at his sphincter, he pushed back,
opening up for me.

Pete was verbal.  "Ride it, ride that ass buddy."  He backed his butt up
and started to meet me stroke for stroke.  I wanted to get him primed for
the dildo, but what he was doing with that talented butt got me too close
to the edge and he could tell it.  "Give me your cum hubby, give me your
love."

I couldn't stop, so I went into overdrive and started to slam against his
butt.  "Here it cums" I unloaded deep in his ass, holding onto his furry
cheeks the entire time. I pushed his cheeks together as I pulled my dick
out.  I teased him for a bit, pulling my cock out, pushing it back in,
stirring the cum deposit I left there.

Damn Pete and his talented ass.  Every time I plan on giving him a
"workout" on Pete Jr. he brings me over the edge of exhaustion. We
collapsed on the bed, he kicked the dildo off onto the floor.  "That can
wait for later" he said as we dozed off in each other's strong arms.