A Year In The Life
Home For The Holidays Part 2 & 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.
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December Home For The Holidays Part 2.
Pete
It was billed as the Match of the Generations. Some wrestling promoter got an hare-brained idea to have a wrestler from the 70's wrestle one from the New Millennium. I am not sure how they picked me, but here I was, in the locker room of the DECC arena. To add to the theatrics they chose a redheaded female wrestler to be my trainer.
Her stage name was Flame, and she burned brightly. She wore a two piece outfit. Flames started from her pussy, and rose to a point where the last flames framed her large breasts. The top itself was a marvel of modern engineering. How she was able to wrestle and not flash those boobs was a miracle to me. I had paid attention to her career, probably because she was a fucking hot redhead. More than once I had watched her on TV and I would throw a rod. It was easy to slide down my sweatpants and pull out a nice load watching her wrestle.
But here I was with her, naked in the locker room getting ready for the Match of the Generations, and my cock was flaccid. "Looks like you need some relaxation before the match, we have time" she said as she locked the door. Walking back she undid her top, throwing it aside. Her breasts, the result of a well paid plastic surgeon, were masterpieces. Life started to travel to my dick. She noticed, and soon her orange-red lips were on my cock.
She wasn't that talented of a cocksucker. However between her red hair and her perfect breasts, she was able to coax a semi- hard-on out of me. She bobbed for a few., someone knocked on the door saying "Showtime" and we were done. I pulled on my hammer and sickle wrestling trunks, my fur lined robe, adjusted my dick and walked out into the arena.
I was going to wrestle "The Prodigal Son". He was the young son of an old wrestling foe, The Roamin' Roman. I had been watching his career with interest because I was once very close with his father. He even asked me to be his son's godfather. I will admit I haven't been much of good one the last dozen years, but tonight was a chance to reconnect.
Mario, AKA The Prodigal Son and I got into the ring. In my corner was Flame. The Prodigal Son had my old friend The Roamin' Roman in his. We squared off, I started to strut around the ring, easily getting into my old persona. I confronted my old foe Giorgio "Not man enough to take me on? You have to send in your son to do the dirty work?"
"My son will have you on the ground in seconds, begging for mercy" Giorgio growled back "Then the two of us can settle this score outside."
Flame and Giorgio went to their corners. I looked Mario in the eyes. We started to dance around the ring. About three rows back I saw Kyle with Justin, the red headed waiter. The script had our match ending in a tie, but suddenly I had to win. I lunged at Mario. I think I surprised him because I knocked him down. We were actually wrestling for a moment, lost in the physical nature of each other. He whispered "give it all you've got old man."
I saw Kyle and Justin as I was down on the floor. There was a light on Justin. His ginger flat-top glowed. My dick reacted. I was filling out my trunks, throwing a massive rod so I quickly got Mario into my trademark Hammerin' Headlock. That only masked my problem for a minute. We struggled, Mario's handsome face being trapped in my crotch put more urgency in my erection. My wrestling trunks were old, and they started to disintegrate. Soon I was down to my old jock, and that couldn't handle my prick.
Mario was trying to break free, and I was vulnerable wrestling in just my jock. He humped himself up, I could feel the hardness of his dick on my back. With one steady move he broke free of my stranglehold. We wrestled throwing away the script completely. I tried to gain traction, and pulled off his trunks accidentally leaving us both in jockstraps strained to the max.
The crowd got quiet, Justin and Kyle rose. Everyone else faded to black as my dick escaped the jock. We both pulled off each other's jocks, and our dicks started their own match. They were built to go head to head. He was just as big as I was, maybe longer. We rolled around on the mat until I gained enough leverage. I finally was ready. I lifted his leg, my dick found the spot, and our sweat eased entry.
The arena was silent and I heard Kyle grunt out "Yeah"
I awoke, balls deep in Kyle's ass.
Kyle
Pete's interlude that night was erotic. We had shared a gentle embrace as we both fell asleep. I don't know about Pete, but I enjoyed my fun in the sauna with Barry even more because I was experiencing it in Pete's presence. The fact that Pete was fucking the redheaded fireplug in my presence heightened it even more. We didn't need to have athletic sex in bed to show each other how we felt, but sometime during the night I started to feel Pete getting physical
He started to grunt as his dick started to grow. His movement woke me up. He almost seemed like a dog having a dream about running, he was that active. Suddenly his dick was at my hole, I relaxed and let nature take it's course. I let out a guttural "Yeah" and pushed back. His fucking was gentle, but urgent. I felt he was making love to me. I lost all pretenses of being asleep and encouraged his lovemaking. "Yeah baby, fill your man with that dick. Oh, yeah, you found the spot, keep rubbing it with your dick. Fill me up, yeah, fill me upppp!"
He did, embraced me, and then left his dick there as we both fell back to sleep.
Pete
I beat Kyle out of bed as usual. I went downstairs to take a shower, not wanting to wake him. I thought about my dream. What the hell did it mean. I hate to say this, but I was fucking confused. What was going on, I was thinking sexual thoughts about my godson I hadn't seen in years, and meanwhile a hot female wrestler couldn't even get me to pop a boner in a dream. Then Justin enters the picture and I am steel hard.
Didn't Connie mention last night that men usually think with one head instead of the other? If I ever was going to figure things out, I would have to think with both heads equally. I soaped my body down. I started to caress my body sensually. The hair on my strong pecs felt masculine to the touch. I let my fingers soap up my crack, and linger at my hole. I massaged my thighs, one after the other, and felt their strength. While my hands were roaming over my muscles I realized that I was enjoying the same masculinity that I enjoyed with any of my recent playmates. It was that same strength that I felt in the ring.
Fuck it, I decided. I like men. One man in particular I loved.
I rinsed, dried off, and grabbed my robe to wear upstairs. I reheated some of the leftover porchetta, scrambled some eggs, made toast and coffee and then went upstairs to roust the rest. Everyone joined me at the table, I dished up breakfast. No one bothered to tie their robes, and I didn't complain. I looked around the table. Everyone was content, communicating without talking. Angelo and Barry shared a glance that told me that everyone's favorite bottom, topped last night. I looked at Justin and imagined that my fireplug had probably been stretched out by Charlie's butt plug .
Then I looked at Kyle. Fucking Kyle. Kyle, the guy that made both of my heads happy. My dick expanded, my heart sighed. "I wish you didn't have to go to work today" I said looking at him. I said it using both heads.
Kyle
Pete woke me up. I could smell the coffee and breakfast, so I hurried in the bathroom. I felt moistness in my ass as I pissed through morning wood. After slipping on the robe from last night, I padded downstairs to join the rest of them at the table. We were all comfortable, no one bothered to tie their robes. Damn what great eye candy.
The porchetta tasted even better than last night. The strong coffee gave me a needed jolt. No one really said anything, but you could tell that everyone was happy in the afterglow. I was really hating the fact that I had to work that day, and to make matters worse Pete said "I wish you didn't have to go to work today" Damn him. He has always been sensible about such things, he knew I had only two more days of work before closing the office for the holidays.
"Sorry babe. Only two more days of work. Then we can spend more time together." I wondered if I was pushing some boundaries by calling him babe in front of others, but it felt right. I could have lingered over breakfast for a bit longer, but I had work to do. "Time for me to get dressed so I can head home to get ready for work." Charlie joined me, followed by Angelo.. We walked home where I took a quick PTA shower, Pits, Tits and Ass. I made it to the office with just a few minutes to spare.
At the office the computer company that I was dealing with stopped by with a Christmas gift. I had already ensured my office and home had up to date computers, so I quickly knew two friends would be beneficiaries of the gifts Our front reception area was a veritable feast of Christmas cookies and snacks. The team was busy tying up loose ends before Friday. On the spur of the moment I ordered a antipasti tray from the Italian grocery store, had it delivered for lunch, and then over a bottle of wine I also had delivered, I gave them the rest of the week off.
There were hugs all around. We had already planned to give out small gifts on Thursday, so we shared them at lunch. The mood was jubilant, aided by the extra day of paid time off. I think I could have been voted boss of the year at that moment. After everyone left, I sent out a quick seasonal thank you to all of my clients and potential clients, and told them our office would be closed for the Holidays.
I put the computers into my car, stopped at Brent's store and bought a few stocking stuffers, a shaving kit and supplies, and gift wrap. There I ran into Sarah, who thanked me for the party last night. "It was great to meet all of you" she said. "You and Pete have something good going, don't let it get away. I only hope I can find something like that someday."
"Sarah, you are a prize, and someday you are going to meet a guy worthy of that prize. Have fun along the way, but don't sell yourself short."
I drove home. There was a light snowfall, nothing to hamper driving. I took the scenic route. The gray winter day showed life in unexpected ways. The inner harbor was glazed in ice, but the large lake off to the left was open. A salty was heading under the Aerial Lift Bridge at Canal Park. The lack of leaves on the trees enabled you to see further into the forest. I saw squirrels scampering up bare birch trees and deer feeding on underbrush. I finally drove down the hill, turned into our road, headed for my home, but pulled into Pete's.
Pete opened the door. "I didn't expect you so soon."
Pete
I really wasn't expecting to feel this empty when Kyle left.. Sure Barry and Justin were there. I toyed briefly with playing around with the two of them, but remembered a fantasy I had of Justin, Kyle and I. Justin showed interest in my workout room, so the three of us did a brief workout. Damn, I was getting horny, but I thought with both heads and made it through without tackling the two of them. Sure there was some grab-ass while showering, but I kept my dick to myself.
I puttered around the house. After the friendship and love of last night, it felt empty. Up in my bedroom I noticed the unmade bed. I thought of last night, our lovemaking, and quietly straightened the bed. I saw the box beside the chair. It was Kyle's ass training gift to me. The smaller dildo reminded me of the man who left earlier that day. I noticed the suction cup base and thought I would put it to use. I started a shower, placed the base at an appropriate height, and then backed onto it. It felt great, so I started to do reps. I decided that since I was in training, I had to use it to build up to the real thing. I counted off as I pushed back. For my first time, I decided that 25 reps were a good amount.
When finished I got dressed again. I was still in a mood, but at least my butt felt happy, I went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I noticed that my shaved head was showing a bit too much stubble. I was about to prep and shave it when I heard a loud knocking at the door.
I went downstairs, opened the door to Kyle. "I didn't expect you so soon."
"I hope I am not infringing" he said, "but I gave my employees an extra day off. I just had to see you. I have almost two weeks off, I'm all yours."
I pulled Kyle inside quickly. We embraced, kissed with passion and started to let our hands discover each other. My hands went for his ass, his muscular arms drew me in tighter as his hands and fingers raked through the stubble on my head. I did my best to trace over all of the body parts I found so sexy and masculine on my own body earlier in the day. My hands slipped into his shirt and felt his hairy pecs. My fingers slipped down his denim covered crack, I could even feel his butt-hole. Damn, was he even wearing his usual boxer briefs? I bent over a bit to feel his strong thighs. I pulled one up as we kissed. My lips never left his. My fingers hovered over his secret spot at the nape of the neck, he shuddered. Fuck, I needed this.
Kyle
He literally pulled me inside, into his home, into his arms. We were kissing, making out like lovers who hadn't seen each other in years, not hours. I grabbed his sexy head, he grabbed my ass. The stubble felt great on my fingers, I wanted to discover more. His touch was magical. He read my mind and mapped out my body with his hands. From my pecs, to my ass crack he felt me. A finger pushed some denim into my hole, it was ready, unencumbered with my usual shorts. A strong hand massaged my thighs, pulling one up, and then he drew his fingers up my spine, found that spot, and without touching me, he made my back spasm.
Coming up for air after that kiss, that exploration, he looked me in my eyes "I need you."
My fingers caught the stubble on his head, my eyes caught his smile. "I do too"
We walked silently upstairs. The snow has ended, and there was some late afternoon light. It caused a glint off the stubble on Pete's head. My fingers skated over the short hairs. Pete experienced his own spasm.
"I was just about to shave it, why don't you do it for me?" Pete said.
There was nothing else on earth I wanted to do more at that moment, than shave Pete's head. We undressed quickly. I followed Pete into the bathroom. His dick bobbed on the vanity as he laid out the supplies needed and prepped the sink. I rested my hard-on on his crack as he got things ready. He filled the sink with hot water, the steam rose and left a mist on the mirror.
He took a washcloth and let it soak for a minute, then wrung it out before giving it to me. At his instructions I placed the warm cloth on his bald scalp as he leaned forward. I let the washcloth soften his stubble, while I massaged his broad back. My cock kept his ass-groove entertained while I let the warmth do it's magic He had an old fashioned shaving brush ready with mug and shaving powder. I lathered it up, still teasing his crack. I lavished his stubble with the sudsy mixture, envious of the brush as it caressed his scalp.
My dickhead was at his hole, he opened to let me in. I slid in, to the hilt, and then grabbed the razor. "No sudden movements baby. We don't want me to slip with this in my hands."
Pete pushed back a bit more, clamped down on my dick. "Go for it. I trust your skills"
I steadied his shoulder with the grip of my left hand as my right hand started to shave his head. I followed each swipe of the razor with a stroke into his butt, and a rinse of the blade. I could have completed the task in seconds, but I wanted it to last. I leaned in, slipped my tongue over a recently shaved spot behind his ear and licked. Finding no stubble, I slid my dick out a bit, then back right into his prostate. Each movement of my dick caused his own to slide over the surface of the vanity. He was leaving a trail of slime as I shaved him.
I shaved behind his right ear. Then I went in for a lick as I rinsed off the blade. "Perfect" I said as I tasted my man.
My dick found his button, and he grunted out a guttural "Yes it is". I slid into the hilt again, made a few more passes with the razor, rinsed the blade and then withdrew my dick, only to slam home again. I was pounding his butt, both hands finding his shoulders tensing up. I leaned down as far as I could, my tongue made contact with his spine. I followed his backbone with my tongue, ending at his freshly shaved head. I kept on hitting home with my dickhead.
The combination of my pounding on his prostate, and his dick sliding over the edge of the vanity, caused Pete to lose it. As he spurted three large shots of cum on the vanity, his ass clamped down on my dick. I filled his butt with my juice, some escaping as I pulled out.
It was then that I saw the "Kyle" sized dildo still affixed to the shower wall. "You've been doing your reps I see."
Home For The Holidays Pt. 3
Kyle
Pete and I got dressed. I could have stayed naked with him all vacation, but I still had things to do. I ran out to my car, grabbed the bag with the shaving kit and came back inside. "I hope this is not presumptuous of me, but I need my own stuff, beside you don't use shampoo."
Pete walked over to his tree, grabbed a medium sized box and said "Go ahead, open it." Inside I found a shaving kit, filled with everything I needed. He wanted me there.
We turned on Pete's lights and I was just about to head home to do the same when the phone rang. "It's Charlie" Pete said. "He has already turned on the lights, he'll be heading up here soon to take us to the bar. I guess Stan said a few of the guys want to meet."
We sat on the couch waiting for Charlie. Pete pulled me in and I rested my head on his chest. His hand again found it's way into my shirt, rubbing the fur on my chest. I realized he loved that touch as much as I did. We did nothing, just cuddled and looked at the tree. Headlights started to come down the road, we didn't care.
About fifteen minutes later Charlie showed up. We reluctantly got off the couch to let him in. Charlie had that apprehensive look again, we both felt it. "Not sure how I am feeling about this fellas, but Stan tells me that the guys miss me."
"Just be yourself Charlie, if they are really your friends, what has happened won't matter. And if it does matter to them, they don't matter to you." I told him.
We got into Pete's truck. Charlie drove, Pete trusted him. I took my spot behind and repaid Pete by nesting my hand inside his shirt on his hard pec. I tapped out my own Morse Code on his chest One tap, four taps, three taps. "What's that for?" Pete asked.
"I'll tell you later." I said.
It wasn't long before we pulled into the bar parking lot. The guys were waiting at the table. Stan, Mike, Lynn and Fred. Stan of course greeted us with hugs all around, the other guys were a bit cooler. "I had a great time at the dinner last night guys, Connie is quite the lady." Stan said. "I was just telling the guys about the decorating you did. Mike even has heard about it around town. People are making a trip out to see it."
Mike piped up. "Who knew that our friend Pete would have a "creative side"" I couldn't tell if that was a compliment, or a dig, so I let it go. "But I guess you have to applaud anyone who has the Christmas Spirit." Mike was a husky construction foreman. His wedding band added to my secret crush.
We ordered drinks and a bunch of appetizers. Charlie's ice tea wasn't lost on Fred. "Can't hang with the big boys huh Charlie?" I had noticed that Fred was already three sheets to the wind when we sat down, I was afraid he was only going to go down hill from here.
"I'm a drunk Fred" Charlie said. "I've finally admitted it and I haven't had a drink for twenty-one days. These have been twenty-one of the best days of my life because of my friends here. I came here because I wanted to share this with all of my friends."
Fred muttered under his breath "That isn't the only thing he's admitted to. Went from slurping down drinks to slurping down..."
It took Stan, Pete and I to hold back Charlie. "He's not worth it Charlie" Stan said. "Don't waste your energy on him."
Mike grabbed Fred by the collar. "You're coming with me" Mike said as he dragged him out into the cold Minnesota night. We all were taken aback, the table was quiet, and would have remained that way but the apps arrived.
The food was tasty, and with the drinks the mood lightened. It took Lynn to break the ice. "Not to apologize or anything for Fred's behavior, but you have to know we have heard some rumors. It is kind of a shock to find out that someone you have known for a long time might be a fa.. I mean gay. I mean look at your guys. Pete, you are a former pro wrestler, not some fruit in a tutu."
Pete said "Hold it there, I have met fruit's in tutus who could pound the living daylights out of the group of you. And look at Pro Wrestlers, guys in tight shorts and spandex strutting around showing off their junk. You can't get much gayer than that."
Stan and Lynn laughed at that. By the time Fred and Mike returned to the table the mood was light. Mike said "Fred has something to say guys."
"Charlie, I am sorry for what I said. I think I have had too much to drink. Let's let bygones be bygones."
"Done deal Fred." Charlie said.
Nothing more was said about the matter. We ordered another round, Charlie paid. Fred declined admitting he was a bit too drunk. Stan nursed his drink, I could tell he was concerned about Fred.
When it became time to leave we all felt a bit closer. There were hugs all around, Mike even gave Fred an extended bear hug. I felt it was borderline excessive until I realized what had happened. Fred went for his keys, ready to drive home. He couldn't find his keys, Mike showed me Fred`s keys, behind his back. Since he was keyless, Stan offered Fred a ride home. After Stan and Fred left. Pete and I took the keys from Mike telling him we could drive into town tomorrow and pick up Fred's truck to deliver it to his apartment.
Mike gave me a final hug. "I don't care what you guys do in or out of bed, you are probably getting more sex than me. However I am quite happy in how Charlie is doing. He has never looked better. Any friend of Charlie's is a friend of mine." He grabbed my shoulders, planted a big kiss on my cheek, turned around and left the bar.
"Down boy" Pete said, he knew my type. "He is 100% straight, and you are taken."
We got into Pete's truck. I again embraced Pete from the back seat. My hand found his hairy chest and I tapped out one tap, then four taps then three taps. He shook his head and threw his hands up to signal that he didn't get my Morse Code. I whispered "Simple, I L-O-V-E Y-O-U."
Charlie drove to our road. The line of light gawkers was steady, it was almost impossible to turn into Pete's drive. We invited Charlie in. He begged off. "Angelo is stopping by soon. He has tomorrow off so I hope to be making breakfast for the two of us."
We watched Charlie walk down the road to our place. I knew he was going to be putting one more day up on that calendar.
Inside Pete and I sat on the couch and looked at the lights. He turned on the oldies station, it was playing Christmas music full time. Pete held me close "Now that Mike's got you all horned up, I will have to take care of you. Oh the sacrifices I make. Guess I will take one for the team."
Between the 14 foot tree, and the shimmering light curtains on each side, no one could see into us on the couch. The steady stream of cars didn't bother us as we cuddled. We both slowly disrobed as the music played. Pete sang along, he was melting my heart. He kissed me reaching down to stroke my seven inches of thickness.. "You know you have a beautiful dick Babe" He said. "If they had an illustration for hard-on in the dictionary, it would be your cock."
"That is only because your dick would take up too much space." I said. I scooted down to take Pete's uncut prize into my mouth. Mike really did have my juices flowing, but I doubt he had anything as tasty as Pete had between his legs. If we had appetizers earlier, Pete was offering up the main course, and it was filling. I took Pete into my mouth, letting his covered knob twitch on the back of my tongue. I slurped up and down his cock, looking him in the eyes the entire time.
His eyes sparkled in the glow of the lights. I could see the hunger there. "I need something to eat too babe, scoot over." Pete said, and we started to sixty-nine. Our sex life had been so focused on fucking lately that we felt like we were on new ground. You could count the number of times Pete had sucked someone on one hand, but he threw everything into blowing me. I would deep throat Pete, he would follow suit.
His fat nuts looked tasty, so I took one then the other and rolled them around in my mouth. He liked it so much he took his mouth off my dick to watch. He swatted my face with his thickness, pre-cum leaving a track on my cheek. Pete grabbed my nuts in his hand, the resultant mound looking like a softball. His tongue darted out to take a taste, then he slobbered all over my balls. My dick was leaking like a faucet all over his forehead.
Finally he pushed my balls and dick aside, scooted himself for a different angle of attack, and started to lick between my balls and asshole. All this time his dick was lodged in my gullet, leaking his cock honey. Both of us were getting close during this oral assault. I didn't want to miss out so I started to concentrate on the top four inches of his dick. His now expert rimming had me juiced up beyond belief. Pre-cum ooze was filling my mouth, my tongue savoring it.
"I'm close" I grunted, taking my mouth of his dick for a second. He went from ass to dick, swallowing me whole, just in time for me to lose it We both shot off on each other's tongue. It tasted like my man. We straightened ourselves up, sat on the couch, and kissed, swapping the cum between each other. One of the cars in the passing parade honked.
Angelo
Whoa, where do I start? I can tell you I think I was in love that night. I was heading over to see Charlie, this guy that I had one time tricked with up at the Thompson Hill rest stop. A month before, that was the extent of my sex life. Blowing truckers at a rest stop. Then we had that first major snow storm of the season.
I was out plowing my route, and I saw these two fuckers going at it by a fireplace. They didn't have a care in the world, they kept on fucking as I drove by. I drove back, they were still going at it. I liked the view and took pride in my job, so I made sure their road was spotless while I watched them plow. The top slammed into the bottom, and when he came, he even stood and gave me a bow. Wow the guy was hung.
I took a chance and a few days later I ended up in a three way with the two of them. I wouldn't say it was love, but I had a major case of lust for the duo. By Thanksgiving I was part of their friends, and face to face with someone from my past. Charlie was my former trick. He said he was too drunk to remember me, but I sure as fuck remember him. It is hard to forget his ice blue eyes, or the beer can cock I was giving mouth to mouth to.
When I think about it, just a few weeks before that night I wasn't out to anyone, not even myself. My Aunt said she knew and was waiting for me to figure it out. Now here I was, just a week before Christmas, and I was heading to see a man who... goddammit I loved. I loved everything about him, his Buddha belly, ice blue eyes, that blonde beard that was getting sexier by the day, and especially that thick dick of his. I turned down their road. Whoever plows this road is a master I thought, chuckling to myself. There were dozens of cars on the road. Even more than last night. They all slowed down as they drove my Pete's. I looked in, hoping to get a glimpse of my friends. Charlie said they were in a horny mood when he left, so they were probably fucking like bunnies. I didn't see a thing, but I honked my horn in salute to the two.
I made it to Kyle and Charlie's place. I pulled into his driveway, he met me at the door. Damn that boy looked good. Charlie told me about his time at the bar. "I guess I finally came out to my friends tonight Angelo" Charlie said "Stan told me it would be fine, but Fred had a bug up his ass about something. Mike took him outside to talk some sense to him, and in the end Fred gave a half-hearted apology. He blamed it on being drunk, and heaven knows I have been there before."
Something about his description of Fred was eating at me, but I brushed it off. I was happy that my friend made some peace with his buddies. Soon Charlie said "Enough about me, how are you tonight?"
"Horny" I said as I jumped his bones. I used to think of myself as a grade "A" number one cocksucker, but with Charlie I wanted nothing more than that thick dick up my butt. Over the last few weeks I found out that my fat ass was a fat asset. More cushion for the pushin' they say, and my ass is proof of that. I think that my ass was born for Charlie's beer can thick dick.
I keep trying to think of another way to describe his cock, since he stopped drinking, but nothing seemed to fit. He had a beer can thick cock, and it fit my ass perfectly. Charlie slid down on the sofa, spreading his legs. He knew my favorite position. I straddled his lap, bent over to kiss him, and spent an hour looking into his eyes.
Damn those eyes. I realize that it wasn't an hour, just a few minutes, however I got lost in those crazy blue eyes easily. I humped my fully dressed ass up and down over the lump in Charlie's pants. That lump was fighting to break free. I wanted it to. Charlie saw my eyes and said "I'm taking you upstairs to my bed."
We walked upstairs. Boy I needed him so bad. He stopped me at the top, kissed me, grinding that belly into mine. "I gotta show you something" he said and led me into the office where he pointed to the calendar. "Three weeks sober thanks to friends like you." His eyes were misting up, I kissed his cheek tenderly.
"Congrats Buddy, now fuck me silly to celebrate." I said.
"That is your solution to everything. My car started this morning, fuck me silly to celebrate. I have a hangnail, fuck me silly to celebrate."
"Works for me" I said. I started to undress my favorite fur-ball. He responded by doing the same to me. I started to rub on his Buddha belly, he started to leak on my hands.
He pulled me to his room. He had added some personality since he moved in. He painted one of the walls in a dark Chinese red. His dresser was in front of it. On top there was a Buddha statue and a small frame with a card in it "One Day At a Time Gino" I rubbed Buddha's belly for luck, then turned around and rubbed Charlie's belly the same way.
I pushed Charlie back onto his bed. He fell back, beer can dick bobbing upward. I started slobbering on his offering, I couldn't resist it. He was leaking like a sonovabitch, man I liked that taste. I was a good boy scout growing up, so I was prepared. My ass was cleaned and lubed. I straddled his dick, looked him in is eyes, and with both hands on his belly I lowered my ass down on his dick.
Charlie closed his eyes and grunted out a "FFFFUCK."
"Be my guest" I said as I lowered the last inch. He raised his legs, bent his knees and started to meet my lowered ass with his thrusting dick. My dick was hard the entire time. Gawd I fucking love having his meat in me, my dick bouncing on his big belly. He kept on thrusting, tensing his belly and butt to drive that man-cock in me further. My ass was built for his cock, I have had longer, but none that fit better in me. He was finding my button with every stroke. My dick was bouncing around on his belly, spewing juice all over it.
I kept looking at his eyes. They fucking sparkled as he screwed me. Gawd he was handsome to me I loved everything about him as he thrust into me. I could feel us both getting closer. My ass was loose, yet grabbed at his thickness, I wanted to coax the cum out. I was still bouncing as he thrust, he finally held down my thighs, my dick slithered against his belly. He thrust forward three more times, filling my butt with his cum. I lost it, shooting my load over his brillo pad belly. I rubbed the cum in one last time for good luck.
He pulled me down on top of him, his dick still firmly implanted in my ass. "Damn I love you" we both said in unison. I think we were both shocked.
Slowly we got out of bed. Charlie led me to the bathroom. We showered to rinse off the goo. We found ourselves back in the bedroom, after Charlie made a side trip to turn off the lights. I rubbed Buddha's belly, then Charlie's and joined him under the covers. He spooned me and whispered in my ear "I meant it"
"So did I" I replied, and then slowly fell asleep.
The next morning we woke up slowly. I wasn't in any hurry to get moving, neither was Charlie. We were about to start coffee and breakfast when Charlie got a phone call.
"It's Stan" he said The rest of the conversation was a bunch of "huhs?", "whats?" and even a "no shit" He ended by saying "I'll go get Pete, we'll see what we can do."
I tried to get the story out of Charlie, but he told me he would tell me at Pete's. We dressed, walked to Pete's and knocked on his door. Pete and Kyle were in their robes. Pete was cooking breakfast. "Hey, I will put some more on, sit down guys, what's up?"
Charlie started. "I just got a call from Stan. After Stan dropped Fred off at his apartment last night, Fred had a few more to drink, found his second set of keys, walked to the bar, got in his truck and drove off.
Pete thought the worse "Oh shit, did he have an accident? Is he all right? Is he dead?"
"Well it could be worse, depending on how you look at it. Fred got in his truck, drove up to Thompson Hill, and solicited an undercover cop for a blow job."
Suddenly it all clicked. "THAT is how I know him" I said.