A Year In The Life
Y2K Wrestling
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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Pete woke me up early Monday morning. By the calendar, today was the last day of Fall, Winter solstice would be tomorrow. "Time to beat the sunrise, even though I don't think we will be seeing it today." I looked out the window as I dressed in my workout gear.
Our workout was more of the same. Pete was really pushing me to be the best man I could be. On the second day, we were running harder, and longer. We ran down by my house, the lights weren't on, Charlie remembered. The route detoured to head closer to I-35. Some early morning traffic greeted us, probably the first shift heading towards the paper mill in Cloquet. I knew the area, we were already a mile further than we Sunday`s turnaround. Pete was pushing me and I had no choice.
Back at home we both caught our breath outside. Sunrise only meant a lighter shade of gray. The warm wood tones of the house were the only respite from the monochromatic grays and whites of a pre-Winter day. "Good run buddy. You're really coming along." I felt proud as I reached into the pocket of my sweats and pulled out the key.
I gestured for him to enter, slapped his ass as he did. "Keep pushing me babe I'll do the same for you."
I was ready to do anything for this man. We were both sweating from the run, so we lost all of our workout clothes except the jocks. Pete altered the workout from the previous day. He was very hands on, feeling my muscles as they were being used. I could tell he was taking pleasure in bringing me to the next level.
Every one of my reps were increased, I felt their effect, but I pushed on because it was Pete leading me. A little of the Ivan character crept in as he inspired me. "Yeah, my man is taking what I dish out. That scrawny kid is long gone, nothing but pure bull here." He kept prodding and pushing me, I pushed back by working out harder
"Your man here wants to be the best man he can be sir" I grunted out. "You are the best, you deserve the best."
It became obvious this was no longer about working out. We were both pushing our boundaries to be the best man possible for the other.
A little over a month ago the man who was currently challenging me only wearing a jock, thought of himself as straight. Now he found himself almost tongue-tied as he tried to put it to words. "Kyle, when I fell for a man, I went all the way, falling for a man, not a boy." He punched my gut as I was exercising. "Every day I see more of the man, and I love him even more. You don't hold back on me in any way, love, fucking, working out." He touched my head, then put his hands on my heart "This is what I fell in love with" he grabbed my jock "This helps."
I was beyond drained at that moment, but laying there, I grabbed him, pulled him in my arms with my remaining strength and kissed him. I then took his hands as we rolled around and brought them on a tour of my body. I let them rake over the stubble below my beard line. I led his hands to my ass, letting him knead it. I brought his hands up to my chest, he responded by twisting my nipples, then tapping out the 1-4-3. I wanted him to know it was a real man he fell for. His hands went to my jock on their own. My seven incher was proof.
"Dang, when I went gay, I went all the way." he pulled me in. "That's usually how I have lived my life, except when it comes to love and sex. You are the first person who I have given 110% to."
I have a sense about such things. I knew he just admitted to more than he wanted to, so I hugged him close to my body as we rolled on the wrestling mats for a few minutes. We ended, laying next to each other. He got up on his knees, offered his hand and pulled me up to a standing position.
Pete dragged me into the shower room. He had a mischievous look on his face as he started every shower head. "Gonna test the water heater today bud. Lake Superior might be lower by the time we are done." He grabbed the soap, and started to suds me down from head to toe. Somehow after the grueling workout my dick had enough energy to respond.
He soaped, massaged, kissed, licked and nudged almost every square inch of my body as he went from shower head to shower head. Again he prodded my muscles as he took the tour. Scrubbing my back he started on my shoulders. I remembered the numerous times he had touched them before. I sensed he was enjoying seeing the progress, the dick poking my butt was my first clue. He took the soap and reached around to suds up my gut. I doubted I was ever going to have a six pack, but I tensed my stomach muscles to let him know he was loving a man.
He spun me around, our dicks fenced. He used my love handles to hold me closer at the waist, then bent back to take in my face, looking me directly in the eyes. I remembered the first time he did that, the silent "thank you" so I responded "You're Welcome."
"I know you want to work out, but I never want you to lose these baby" Pete said as he held my love handles. The water rushed over us as he held me, then kissed me. I could forego the physical sex forever with this man if kisses were our only allowed intimacy. He held me, I reached up and stroked his head. I could tell he would need to be shaved soon, Bonus!
I was clean, but Pete still needed to be soaped down. "My turn" I said as I grabbed the bar. I started at his shoulders, soaped his pecs and then preceded down his strong stomach. I took the opportunity to stroke his dick and balls while I bathed them. I lowered myself to allow the shower to rinse away the suds, then took his meat into my mouth. His foreskin required a special technique to clean it, my tongue was up for the task.
We had a full day ahead of us, I had no plans to coax a load out of my man yet, but I was tempted. I sucked him for a bit, while my hands soaped down his legs. I turned him around and started cleaning his butt with my tongue, while my hands sudsed up the back of his thighs. When I was sure that I had gotten all of his essence from his butt, I stood and used both hands to wash that ass.
My tongue found a trail up his spine, and I stopped at the stubble on his head. While soaping his back, I humped my dick on his crack, and tongued his bald head from sexy ear, to ear. I could have taken this further, but I felt the heat started to go from the shower spray. We quickly rinsed off, finishing just before it hit the ice cold stage.
Pete grabbed two fluffy towels, and we started to dry each other off. For some reason he took special care of toweling my head, then darted in to kiss me. The rest of the toweling was more like an extended embrace. We finished, wrapped the towels around each other making no attempt to hide hard-ons, then left the shower room.
"Time to get some fuel for these muscles" he said as we went upstairs in our towels.
The rest of the day was casual until Barry stopped by. Pete had been true to his words and ignored his phone, leaving the ringer off. I opened the door for Barry who immediately scolded us. "Answer your goddamn phone would ya guys? I got a phone call from a newspaper reporter. They are doing a Y2K recap of the Twentieth Century in Twin Ports, and they want to have local Pro Wrestling to be one of the focuses for the `70's. I told the guy I would round up wresters I knew. Are you up to it Pete?"
"Let me mull it over" Pete said. "Just what do they want? Do they want stories, pictures? Do they want dirt on what we are up to now?" I almost sensed that Pete was worried about being outed.
"The way the reporter described it he wanted to reenact some old photos from their archives, sort of a then and now thing. I know that I could probably get the two of us, Giorgio The Sheik and Midnight together. I think The Cruncher is in Florida for the Winter. Beyond that I am not sure who we could scare up." Barry explained. "Pete, I will only do it if you do it."
The cards were on the table. Pete knew his friend Barry. Barry was very much invested in his "Glory Days". Where Pete had a "Wall of Shame" in his rec.-room, Barry had a shrine to his Pro Wrestling career. The centerpiece of course was the World Champion belt that Barry had framed.
Pete's character of Ivan would never have the chance at the belt, it just wasn't in the script. It was the `70's after all, and the Cold War was still very much a reality. Duluth itself was a major player in the North America Strategic Air Command. There was no way a "RUSSIAN" would be allowed to win the title. It was just a job to Pete, a way for him to make some money, have a tiny bit of fame, and then go on with his life.
"For you Barry, I will do it." Pete said. "How and when do they want this to happen?"
"They want to take the pictures next Monday and then have them in Wednesdays paper as part of the countdown to Y2K. The reporter told me the photographer is looking for an appropriate location that in his words "Screams Seventies".
"I know the perfect spot" I responded. "Take a look around guys, if this place doesn't scream seventies, I don't know what does. Pete even has the workout room for wrestling pictures if needed."
I wasn't sure if I overstepped my bounds by mentioning Pete's home as an option. By his furrowed brow I could tell that Pete was concerned about something. He thought for a moment, and then finally said it. "I have spent the better part of the last two decades out of the public eye, I am not sure I want to open my home and personal life to that. Plus I had promised to Kyle, that this week would be just the two of us, so he is part of the decision."
"Pete, you know I am here for you whatever you decide. To be honest it will be quite the ego boost to see my man and how he stacks up with his former foes."
"That does it, if the thought of me in my wrestling trunks facing off against you guys puts lead into young Kyle's pencil, so be it. We got a week Barry, let's make this happen."
"That brings up another couple of questions" Barry said. "I'm not the guy I used to be, I could use a work out partner or two for a crash course. Second, I always shaved my body when I wrestled. The person who used to do it is no longer around, got any ideas who could take her place?"
Pete grinned at Barry's situation. "Well my friend, Kyle and I start workouts every morning at 6 am. We'll see what we can do to your sorry ass over the next week, but be here promptly. As for the shaving, I know someone who might enjoy the project, and I think you will enjoy the outcome."
Fuck yeah, I was looking forward to the coming week despite the change in plans. Before Barry left, Pete gave him his marching orders. He told him to keep his diet low on carbs, and high on protein. After we said our goodbyes Pete said exactly what I was thinking. "Hell a week will just give the guy some tone. But after we are done, he will be posing for those pics like the Barry the Bod of old."
After Barry left, we laid low. Pete placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, connected the lights, and then took me upstairs. It seemed early for a romp, so I questioned him. "What's up hubby?"
Whoa, did I just ask that, did I just use the word hubby?
He stopped for a minute. "Hubby, huh? Just want to spend some quality time with the man I love." We stood there kissing. He started to slowly, deliberately unbutton every button on my shirt. He reached in and tapped out the 1-4-3 on my chest, then kneaded my pecs. He groped down, found my belt buckle, and undid it using only one hand. That talented hand undid the waistband on my jeans, unzipped them, then with both hands he slid the jeans over my naked ass, and down my legs. He slipped off my shirt then made me step out of my jeans. I stood there naked for my man
Pete pulled back the comforter on the bed, then did the unexpected. He picked up all 230 pounds of me, and gently placed me on the bed. I was hard as a rock for him, looking up at my guy. As he started to do his own deliberate strip tease he looked me in the eye.
"You are going to meet more of my wrestling friends." He undid his shirt, dropping it to the floor. "I want no doubt in your mind who your man, your hubby is when you meet them" He unbuckled his belt. "I have not seen Giorgio, Midnight, or The Sheik in a while" he unzipped his pants. "I don't know what they look like now" he shucked his pants. "But I know they won't have this, or this" he motioned first to his hard dick then my heart, then joined me in the bed.
Pulling the covers over us, Pete embraced me in an all encompassing kiss. Once again I felt that if all we could do from that day on, was kiss, I would be one happy man. We wrestled under the fluffy down comforter, the crisp cotton cover making rustling noises as we did. I could sense that Pete wanted more room, so he threw the comforter off our bodies, then started to explore.
"If I am going to be your hubby, I had better learn how to please you totally."
I worried that I opened a Pandora's Box by uttering the word "Hubby" but Pete was embracing it. "A Hubby should be able to please his man's tits" Pete took one then the other into his mouth and nibbled with his tongue and teeth. He alternated between my two nipples, tweaking one with his mouth, the other with his strong hands.
"A Hubby should be able to make his man's gut feel the love" His tongue traveled down my stomach, making lazy figure eights in my belly hair, stopping just short of my hard dick.
"A Hubby should be able to take every inch of his man's cock, and make it spasm with love." Pete slid my cock into his mouth, and finally down his throat. He looked up into my eyes as he bobbed up and down on my dick. I was really getting into it, thought I would lose it for a second, and I started to buck up.
Pete took his mouth off my dick. "Not yet Babe. Your Hubby has more to prove." Pete held my spit slicked dick in his hand as his mouth went for my balls. He took them one by one in his mouth, washing them, loving them. He tried for two, a feat that only a few have ever been able to do.
He almost look defeated, so I consoled him, "Some day babe, Some day"
He looked me in my eyes, and started to raise my legs. "A Hubby should be able to rim his Hubby's ass like a pro" Pete proved his point with his tongue. Damn that guy had me singing. He would push my legs up and lick up and down my crack, then dart his tongue in. He was really getting into the rimming, pulling my ass cheeks apart to ease access to my hole. "Damn I really cleaned you well in the shower Babe. You taste fantastic. Fuck, I was thinking of just tasting you all over Kyle, but I need this ass."
"Do it Pete, fuck your Hubby's ass." I gasped. Pete leveraged my legs to push my butt higher. I felt his well lubed hooded cock-head at my hole, and then he pushed it in. "Fuuu..."
Pete's mouth met mine as he fucked me, not allowing me to finish the word. His pounding became incessant, forceful, yet loving. I had a hard time separating the kissing from the fucking. The fifty-eight year old who was giving my ass a workout, was doing the same to my mouth.
He took his mouth off mine for just long enough to say "Shit, this is all too much" then he kissed me, and flooded my ass. He kissed me for a bit more, his breathing slowed to normal. He seemed like he was ready to roll over and nod off, but I reminded him of one of his promises.
"Pete, you forgot one thing." He looked at me questioningly. "A Hubby should be able to take every inch of his man's cock and make it spasm with love."
Pete smiled, started a kissing trail down to my dick, then took all seven and a half inches in. I caressed his head, feeling the stubble while I pumped my dick into his throat. I was already close, it wouldn't take much. I scooted up the bed a little, rested my head on the head board, and looked in his eyes as he feasted on my dick. He smiled, winked at me, went down to my pubes. My eyes rolled back into my head as I fed my Hubby, my juice.
The snuggling was epic. I think something had gotten into both of us. Maybe it was the inadvertent use of "Hubby". Maybe Pete did have something to prove to his man just in case his old foes were still formidable. Whatever it was I could have laid with my head on Pete's chest forever. However the close proximity to his stomach amplified the gurgling that was happening.
"Looks like someone needs to be fed." The closeness to Pete's chest meant I felt those words, as well as heard them.
I propped my head up on one arm, looked him in the eye and asked "Just where does a couple go for a date night when they are on vacation in Duluth?"
"Why don't we go to "our" steakhouse, my treat. Maybe Justin is working, we can put him through the wringer." I saw the smile which was a combination of lust and mischievousness.
I was up for it, the steak would fit in with our workout diet, plus it would be good to see Justin before the holidays. I remembered I had a small gift for Justin. With the busy holiday season it was impossible for him to break away from work., so this was the perfect opportunity to give him the gift .
We took a quick shower. The intimacy was saved for kissing, bathing and hugging. I found a rustic sweater in my suitcase that fit the vibe of the steakhouse, and Pete looked dapper in the shirt he chose. We drove down to my house, I darted in to get Justin`s present. Angelo was there watching TV and eating take out Chinese. "The guys are at their meeting, I'm holding down the fort for them."
I was very glad to see that my friends were treating my home as their own, so I told him as much. "You look so natural here. I really am glad you guys take advantage of my home, hell our home." I went over, gave him a kiss on his cheek, then left.
The night sky had cleared up from the grey of the early morning, and the hill looked majestic as we drove down to Canal Park. We both were silent in our reflection. For much of the Winter months in the northland you go to work in darkness, and come home in darkness. I was taught long ago to look for the life in that darkness. I looked over at Pete, and found mine.
There was a short wait for a table when we got to the restaurant. We had asked for a table with Justin as our waiter, they accommodated us. The host brought us back to a quiet booth in the corner. Justin beamed when he spotted us. "My two favorite men, what brings you out on this Winter night?"
"He called me Hubby, so I guess we are celebrating" Pete said.
"And we wanted to see our favorite waiter and give you a present." I added. I had already taken the liberty and addressed the card from Pete & Kyle. "Just don't open it here, it has to be opened at someplace private."
After Justin took our wine order, Pete asked "Just what did WE get the young pup?"
"A cock ring. You should see the stocking stuffers we got all the other guys."
Pete literally rolled his eyes at me. I guess I deserved it.
Befitting of a vacation, Pete and I took our time over dinner, enjoying the food, company and service. Justin was attentive and professional, well professional for the most part. He looked very handsome in his crisp white shirt and black slacks. He would punctuate his service with discrete body contact. A hand on Pete's shoulder, a brush against my arm when pointing out a menu option.
He checked on us when we were about half done with our main course. His pants seemed to be fitting a bit tighter. "I couldn't wait guys" he whispered. "I ducked into the john and opened my present. It fits perfectly, thanks"
He then adopted his more professional side and suggested that a dessert would be in order. Pete motioned that he was getting full, I was there too. "You two really should try the bread pudding. I'll tell you what, It's my treat, I'll tell them it's your birthday, you'll get it for free"
"Well you wouldn't be lying" Pete said.
I looked at him questioningly. "Your birthday? I had no idea, why didn't you tell me. I could have done something special, found you the perfect present."
"Kyle, you already have given me more today than I have ever expected. You gave me the best present ever, you."