A Year In The Life
Home For The Holidays Part 4
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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There was dead silence at Pete's. Everyone had a tough time processing the idea of the homophobic Fred trying to pick up a cop. Well everyone except Angelo who filled us in on the details. Angelo had a taste for trucker dick, and often satisfied that urge up at the Thompson Hill rest stop. He was always clear headed when trolling for truckers, he knew the dangers out there. However some of his tricks weren't always in the right frame of mind.
Two of them in particular always seemed to be plastered while trying to score. He knew one to be Charlie, and just found out the other was Fred. Both would show up at the rest stop drunk. They often took chances that weren't smart. Angelo never took the same chances. He parked his car carefully, got to know the lay of the land, and signs of trouble. The times he hooked up with Charlie and Fred he steered the connection to a safe place hoping to keep the guys out of trouble. He even stayed a bit afterwards with Fred, worried that he was too drunk to drive. In both cases he took the keys out of the guy's ignition, hiding them so they would have to sober up and find them.
Charlie spoke up. "I guess I have a lot to thank you for. This could have been me, not Fred. I am not proud of my rest stop time."
Angelo said "We all have needs. Some of us take chances fulfilling those needs. Right now we gotta help a friend of yours, where do we start?"
Pete took it as a call for action. "Charlie, you call Mike and Stan, get them over here, we might need their help. I'll call Gino, he seems to have connections in the community. I know Fred has not been the most supportive friend in the last month, but we have to prove we are the bigger men, and give him the help he needs. He is facing solicitation and drunk driving charges, it could ruin him."
Within fifteen minutes Pete's house was a flurry of activity. Mike and Stan hightailed it over to lend their support. Gino was calling in favors from the gay, Italian and legal community.
I pulled Mike aside. Leaving my lust at the door, I said "We tried last night buddy, who knew he was that driven to get laid."
"We sure did Kyle. Too bad he didn't see how great you guys had it being honest about who you are. He was thinking with his wrong head, if he was thinking at all." Mike put his thick hand on my shoulder to make his point. Damn him. Pete was going to be the beneficiary of this moment later on tonight, if we ever got things straightened out.
Gino finally got off the phone with his contacts. "Here is the best plan from what I can figure out. First we have to ensure he doesn't say anything, or admit to anything. Second I have contacted a lawyer from the Italian American Club, Tony owes me a favor and he is helping out Fred for free. He is on his way over. We also have to look for cases of entrapment. That can be one of the easiest ways to force them to drop the charges. Next we need to ensure that Fred is making steps to address the drinking, and solicitation. I can sponsor him if he needs, and I know a counselor who is gay friendly. We have to do our best to ensure that he is only charged with lesser charges if any. With some solicitation charges he would have to register as a sex offender, all for a blow job. I just hope if worse comes to worse he has an understanding employer."
"That would be me" Mike said. "I don't kick a friend when he's down, even if he has a checkered track record like Fred."
Mike sure was feeding my crush. Fucking hot, and heart in the right place, too bad he was straight. I caught Pete's eye, I was sure he knew what my dick was thinking.
Pete cleared his throat "Gino, when your friend Tony arrives, I think you, Tony, Stan and I can go see Fred. Hopefully we can find enough holes in the charges to make them look like Swiss cheese. Hey Stan, where are they holding Fred anyway?"
"He called me from the Duluth Jail this morning." Stan said.
"Well there is your first hole. The rest stop is usually patrolled by the state, what the hell was a Duluth undercover cop doing at the rest stop.?" Pete's observation had us all optimistic.
Tony arrived. Gino gave him a big bear hug, then introduced him to the group. Pete spoke for all of us in thanking Tony for helping with Fred's predicament.
"Gino is family. Family always comes together to help in a crisis." Tony said. "Let's get this show on the road, who is holding him? The state troopers, County Sheriff?'
"He's in the Duluth City Jail, a Duluth undercover cop arrested him." I replied.
"What?" Tony said. "Why in hell is the City involved, that`s usually the state patrol issue. If this is any indication, we will have him walking free today."
Charlie, Angelo, Mike and I stayed at Pete's while the rest went down to the Jail. I made sure the coffee pot was filled. I told Angelo and Mike that I could call them when we got news, but they both wanted to stick around.
Charlie shook his head "I can't get over the idea that this could have been me. I have done exactly what Fred did last night, many times. I could be in a jail cell right now instead of Fred."
Mike looked him in the eye. "You took the steps you needed to avoid this. It is now up to Fred to do the same."
We talked through the scenarios for a while. Everyone agreed to support Fred whatever the outcome. I started lunch to take my mind off the waiting. I had enough food ready for an army when the phone rang.
I answered it. "It's Pete guys" I held my hand up for silence as I listened to Pete's recap. The guys could tell from the relief on my face that the news was positive. I got off the phone. "He's free to go, they dropped all of the charges. It seems that the undercover cop was a rogue cop with a personal vendetta against anyone who was getting blown at the rest stop. He screwed up all of the procedures, they couldn't even make the drunk driving charges stick. Pete and Tony put so many holes into the case the police wouldn't pursue lesser charges. Gino was able to talk some sense to Fred. Pete didn't tell me the details, but I know Fred is coming here with his head between his legs."
I put the food on the table, and suggested we should wait until everyone was back here until we ate. Mike winked at me. "This looks tasty, you are going to make a great husband to a lucky man some day."
Fffuckkkk, I wasn't sure if Mike knew just how much he was toying with me. I decided to fight fire, with fire. "That position is still available. Come over to my side of the fence, I could rock your world."
"Ha Ha.. No. I am sure you could show your man a good time, but I am not that man. However I am happy to call you friend." Mike replied.
My two heads had a tug of war over what Mike said. My brain won, and welcomed Mike into our extended family.
It wasn't long before our four friends brought Fred back to Pete's house. Fred looked a lot worse for wear. I am sure he didn't have a bit of sleep in jail, then add in his probable hangover. We all greeted him with hugs, especially Charlie.
We sat him down at the table, I put coffee and a plate of food in front of him. Fred was quiet for a while, getting his bearings I think. He almost whispered when he finally started to speak "Guys, I fucked up. I am not sure I deserve all of this, and I wouldn't blame you if you all dumped me. Look at Charlie, I have been talking shit about him for a long time, maybe because he was doing something I didn't have the strength to do, and he gives me a big fucking hug.'
"Friends don't drop friends because they fuck up do they Charlie?' Mike said.
"I wouldn't blame you guys if you did. I have been a shit. Drinking to hide the fact that I like to suck dick. I am going to try and sober up, but who is going to want a sober fat fuck like me?"
"Look around" Mike said. "Do any of these guys look like male models. Look at Charlie. He looks nine months pregnant. It is amazing anyone could find his dick under that belly of his. If these guys can get laid, you can Fred."
We all laughed at the true points Mike was making, especially Fred. It was good to see a smile on his tired face. Pete saw how tired he was and suggested he should take one of the guest rooms and have a nap. Pete showed him the room, closed the door and came back down to join us.
"He didn't get off Scott free" Pete said. "He got a stern warning to steer clear of situations like this, next time they will throw the book at him. The outcome will be much worse."
As we finished lunch we started to disperse. Tony the lawyer had to get back to the office. Stan and Mike left, Mike gave me a hug before leaving, patting my butt as he did so. "If I ever went gay it would be for this" he whispered into my ear. That sent a jolt of energy to my dick.
The hug wasn't lost on Pete. "Back off Buddy, that's mine" he said.
"I told him earlier he would make a great husband for some lucky guy, Congrats Pete, you deserve it"
Mike and Stan waved goodbye. My dick was thinking for me as I saw Mike turn and leave. He did have an ass to rival Pete's Pete walked over, pulled me to his side, and whispered, "Great ass, mine is better, and it's yours tonight."
Gino left soon after, leaving Pete, Charlie, Angelo, a slumbering Fred, and I. We all were exhausted. Charlie and Angelo went up to one of the bedrooms and fell asleep immediately. Pete and I went to the master. He sat on the armchair by the windows, I sat on his lap. "Our family keeps growing " Pete said "but most of the time all I need is you." He held me as I looked out the window. Twilight was nearing.
"We have houses to light Pete. The other guys can nap, I believe Fred really needs it. Let's get moving, we can't disappoint our fans." We lit Pete's house first, then put on our jackets and went down to mine. We connected all of the extension cords and then stood back admiring it in the dusk. He grabbed my waist, pulled me in, I put an arm over his shoulder. I silently wished Fred could see every bit of unspoken love we shared. If ever a guy needed hope tonight, it was Fred. We walked back huddled against the wind.
The lights set off Pete's house in the dusk I had a momentary feeling of arriving home. We got inside and heard some movement upstairs. After a flushing noise, I saw Fred walk down the stairs. "Wow, you guys went all out" Fred said.
I had forgotten that he had never seen the lights. "You have to see them from the outside" I said and threw him his jacket. I brought him outside, put my hands on his shoulder and pointed out the details. Fred was about 5'9", 270 pounds. He was a few years older than me, almost fifty. He looked near childlike in awe over the lights. When he arrived earlier, he seemed defeated, now there was a spark. He looked back at me. "I feel I owe everyone an apology over what I put them through today. I barely know some of you, and yet you were all there for me."
"Life isn't always easy Fred, but if you are lucky you find some friends to make it easier. That is all we are doing, helping out a friend" I walked with him back inside. I built a fire, and then sat by Fred. He looked a little lost on the sofa, so I pulled him into a hug.
Angelo and Charlie soon joined us on the other end. Angelo resting his head on Charlie's belly. The parade of headlights started coming by. I could sense that Fred was getting nervous. "Don't worry, they can't see in, but if they do, fuck `em."
Pete entered the living room, "Boy, isn't that a lovely sight. How did I get so many handsome men as my friends. Fred, you're lucky. Kyle gives the best hugs, and if you are really lucky you will find out that he fucks with the best of them. But right now boys, I am hungry. I will take you out, my treat."
After discussion we settled on a diner off the freeway in the west end. It offered a good variety of food, but no drinks. Neither Pete or I knew what sort of decision Fred made about his drinking, but this place would take the option off the table.
We piled into Pete's truck. Since there was no need for a designated driver tonight, Pete drove, I was shotgun. Angelo sat in between the other two in the back seat. He couldn't resist a joke at his friends expense. "Does this feel familiar to either of you?" he said Both Charlie and Fred responded by slugging Angelo's arms.
"Too soon!" Fred laughed, "but I deserve and needed that."
I looked back. Fred looked the most relaxed I have ever seen him. The three of them were crammed in the back seat, none of them were small guys. I noticed that Fred took a chance by putting his arm around Angelo. Angelo responded by resting his hand on Fred's thigh.
We got to the diner, found a booth, and the five of us squeezed in. Sober, Fred was a good compliment to our crew. He was starting to feel comfortable around us. The food was hearty diner food Charlie and Fred were both chowing down. Angelo was in between the big men, he liked that spot. "Hey the two of you should have a belly wrestling match. Two guys face off, belly to belly, see who comes out on top."
"We can arrange that" Pete said. "I have the perfect spot in the workout room. Maybe someone can even come up with a prize for the winner." He winked at Angelo.
"I doubt I would be anyone's idea of a prize. A fat fifty year old isn't exactly the flavor of the week." Fred was putting himself down and I would have nothing of it.
"Fred, look around at this restaurant. Other than the guys at this table, do you see any men that turn your crank?"
Fred got quiet, almost whispered, "Well that guy over there with the beard, and did you see the butt on that cop that walked by?"
"Fred, I hate to break it to you, but you just picked out two pretty average Joes. Neither of them have anything on you, and if you are sitting here finding them attractive, chances are someone else finds you to be hot stuff. One word of caution buddy, after last night I wouldn't be hitting on any guy in a uniform. You wouldn't want to push your luck."
Everyone laughed at that, especially Fred "Kyle, I get what you're saying. I'm just a bit gun shy here."
With that the bearded guy got up from his table, put on his jacket and started to leave, As he passed our table I could have sworn he locked eyes with Fred. Bearded guy, confidently walked to the door, and paused as he opened it for his significant other. This time I caught his momentary glance towards our table.
Pete noticed it. "You just need confidence Fred. Desperation is the least sexy thing on earth, But show an ounce of confidence that your stuff is hot shit, and men will start beating down your doors. Look at Mike, he ain't nothing special. But young Kyle here would bear his children tomorrow if the opportunity arose. Now if we could only figure out who is the father of your baby Fred... his voice trailed off as we all laughed.
Well guys, I got the bill, Kyle will get the tip later. Let's head home and start that belly wrestling match. My money is on Angelo winning, whoever loses."
We left, huddling close in the truck. I think our discussion at the diner made Fred feel even more comfortable. He put his hand on Angelo's shoulder, hugging him close to his body. Charlie started to feel up and down Angelo's thick thigh. I had the feeling the wrestling match wouldn't make it to Pete's workout room if they kept this up.
We got about two blocks from our road, and noticed that the cars were backed up heading into the street. Friday the week before Christmas, and families were out looking at lights, more than ever before It took ten cars to pass by before we were able to pull into Pete's drive. We rushed inside, not wanting to disrupt the pleasure of the people looking at lights.
"Damn, you guys are stars" Fred said. "Not sure if I am worthy"
"Make yourself worthy and win the belly wrestling match" Pete said "It starts in five minutes in the workout room. I want everyone in appropriate attire. Oh guys, even though I am sure people can't see in, take off your clothes down stairs. I don't want any scandal created by Charlie's white ass."
I went down, tore off my clothes, and declared myself towel boy. Pete grabbed a whistle and stop watch , while Angelo, well Angelo grabbed himself when he saw Charlie and Fred enter the workout room. If you were into belly's you'd have a hard time picking between the two of them Fred's fur kind of snuck up on me. He didn't have much on his chest, but his belly was covered in brown curly hair. Brown hair also covered Fred's ass. A thick mushroom head, and good sized balls rounded out his package.
There was already a large sized ring taped out on the blue mat floor. With a loud whistle Pete called the two of them to the center of the ring. He forced them to stand in the center, belly touching belly, arms wrapped around each others shoulders. "The object of this match is to get your opponent to leave the ring using only your belly and legs. We will have three, three minute rounds The belly with the most points at the end is the winner. Angelo show them what they will win."
With that Angelo strutted over, turned his back towards the wrestlers, and put his ass in the air.
Pete blew his whistle, and started the stop watch. The two of them were belly to belly, struggling to make some headway. For the first minute, they mainly were going in circles. None of us complained, least of all Angelo. I could tell this was a win/win for him. They mainly kept their arms around each others shoulders. Their bellies started to sweat as the pushed against each other. Heads were down, ramming against each other trying to get leverage.
Angelo started to stroke himself. His six inch tree trunk stuck straight out as he watched. I stood off to the side with Pete as he watched the action. I had Mike on my mind as my hand wandered down to Pete's ass crack. Pete's dick bobbed at the touch, my own pointed skyward.. I moved behind Pete, nestled my cock in his crack and put my head on his shoulder while we watched the action.
Fred found a different line of attack, adjusted his right leg and leveraged Charlie a few steps back. Charlie overcompensated for the move and suddenly found his ass flat on the floor, outside of the boundaries just as the round ended.
Pete blew the whistle, "End of round one, Fred, one point, Charlie none."
Angelo brought towels to the two of them. He took time to wipe the sweat off the wrestlers and got repaid when Fred reached down to grab his dick. The first round win had been an ego boost to Fred. He looked downright sexy as Angelo wiped him down.
Pete called them to center ring "Round Two buddies, belly to belly, Let's go." With a whistle he started the round. Charlie started off like gang busters. He caught Fred off guard and had him out of the ring in 15 seconds flat. "One to One Fellas" Pete reminded us before blowing a whistle The two got back to center ring and started bucking bellies.
I was rubbing my dick in Pete's ass, Angelo was intent on the match, stroking himself as he watched I saw Fred straighten and lock his left leg, while he bent his right leg. This change in position caused Charlie's dick to rub against Fred's meaty thigh. I think both reacted to that touch as their dicks fleshed out. Fred's hand went for Charlie's dick. Pete blew his whistle "Hands above the waist guys"
Fred took the moment and caught Charlie sleeping. He bucked Charlie backwards, falling over the line. Momentum carried Fred forward where he landed between Charlie's legs, his face in Charlie`s crotch. The whistle blew. "End of round two, Fred, Two, Charlie one. Angelo brought the towel over, wiping the two wrestlers down. He spent equal time with both men, paying particular attention to their bellies, and growing hard-ons.
For a while there I thought we would have to throw a bucket of water on the men to break them up. They were inspiring me and my dick slowly entered Pete's sweaty ass. He had a sharp intake of air as I entered, his butt clamped down. He brought the whistle to his lips, and blew "Round three Fellas"
Charlie came on strong. He had Fred out of the ring in 5 seconds. I thought for a moment there that he had turned the tide, but for the next 2 minutes and 55 seconds, the match was pretty even as bellies pushed, and hard-ons bounced up and down. Both guys came close to knocking each other out of the ring, but fell short each time. I followed every move by stroking my dick in Pete's hole. I had him to the point of distraction, and he almost forgot the stop watch.. Finally he started the countdown, I stroked along with him. "Five. Four, Three, Two One. The matched ends tied, I guess both of you get Angelo's ass."
Charlie and Fred were holding each other, out of breath panting in the center of the ring. Angelo walked over and joined the pair, they pulled him in. Both men grabbed his ass. "Just how we wanted it to end" Charlie panted. They all collapsed on the floor Angelo pushed his two friends flat on their backs. They put their arms around each other's shoulders as they laid there.
Angelo went from belly to belly with his tongue. Both men tasted of fresh sweat. With each man he went from belly button to dick, sampling the treasure trail along the way. When he got to their dicks, he took them each to the root, then sucked them expertly. I could tell both were leaking hard, just like Angelo wanted them. He looked at the two men before him. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I was sure of who he was going to take first. He got up, straddled Fred's belly, and then sat back on the dick that was cradled in his ass-crack.
Fred bent his knees to thrust his dick up into Angelo's fat ass. Fred's belly was large, but not as firm as Charlie's. Angelo still planted his hands on the belly in front of him as he raised and lowered his ass to meet Fred's dick. At first Charlie laid beside his friends, watching the action, taking it easy. He saw Angelo look Fred in his deep brown eyes as Fred fucked him. He suddenly wanted more of the action.
Charlie joined the party by first kissing Fred. Fred seemed startled, but soon got into it. Charlie started a trail of kissing, down Fred's thick neck, to his right nipple, over to the point where Angelo's dick was rubbing Fred's belly. He then started a trail of kisses up to his lovers mouth. After kissing Angelo for a few minutes, Charlie stood and offered his thickness to Angelo.
I was close to coming in Pete's ass watching this. I pushed him over to the weight bench where I laid him down. I bent his legs back, and reentered him in one slick move. I looked over and saw Angelo bounce up and down on Fred's fat dick He sat back one last time, I saw his butt cheeks clench. Four spurts of cum landed on Fred's belly, while Charlie rested his spurting dick on Angelo's tongue
Pete spent the next minute pounding away at his own dick while I screwed him His own stomach muscles tightened as he unloaded. I thanked him for the night by filling his butt with my seed.
Fred, Charlie and Angelo all ended up on the mat together. I couldn't tell who was who in that pile of men. I got up, pulled Pete up, and led him to the sauna, grabbing fresh towels on the way I picked Pete's favorite spot over in the top corner, rested my back against the wall, and motioned for my man to lean back and join me. I reached around him as I hugged him. My fingers found his hairy chest, caressed for a minute, and then tapped out 1-4-3.
I am not sure how the match ended in the workout room. It had been fun to see Fred use his swagger to help get Angelo riled up. Pete's pep talk not only helped Fred. Your's truly let his man know who won tonight's match by tapping it out once again 1-4-3 then whispering "you're my man, Pete."