A Year In The Life
Y2K Wrestling 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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Often the holidays are too much of a whirlwind and you end up missing out on life. I was laying in bed a few days before Christmas Eve, reflecting on where life found me. In that moment I had the man I loved embracing me as he slept. Pete had only really been a part of my world for a few weeks, but it felt like I knew him a lifetime.
Meanwhile I had my dick wedged between the cheeks of one mature black ass. I had just met him that night, but Rodney already was a fuck buddy, and well on his way to becoming part of my extended fuck family. Yeah, that is the best way to put it. I had an extended circle of friends who related well on the friend level, while sharing their enjoyment of sex.
My head was nestled on Rodney's shoulder as he softly snored. My left hand was on his hard pec as I slowly gyrated my dick from his cheeks, to between his thighs. I heard the door to the front bedroom open, and close. Omar and Fred must have finally decided to seek a bed for the night. Who knows what the two of them had been up to, but the last time I saw them, Fred was in cocksucker heaven. It is no secret among our fuck family that Fred loved to suck dick. Omar certainly looked happy to be the recipient of Fred's talented tongue.
I thought of Charlie and Angelo while I was laying there. Those two, two of the most boisterous, fun loving guys I knew, were uncharacteristically quiet that evening. I really think they were in love, just in their own world. I had a warm feeling knowing I was part of their love. My dick throbbed thinking of the two of them. They had the run of the farmhouse, I knew they were making the best of it.
All of this thought of love and sex went right to my dick. I am a copious pre-cummer and I was oozing the juice all over Rodney's thighs. As much as I wanted my dick in his ass, the ground rules had already been set. Pete would have to best Rodney in a wrestling match, and then my dick would be the one to open up that fine black butt for Pete's prick. However there was no harm, no foul in fucking his thighs.
I kept gyrating. Rodney slowly went from soft snores, to moans. I lowered my left hand to find his dick at full mast. I nuzzled his ear, stroked his dick, and left a load between his meaty thighs. He chuckled, then whispered "Oh yeah bro" then filled my palm with his cum.
I scooped what I could of my load, added it to his, then brought it to my mouth to slurp it down. I whispered in his ear "Thanks Buddy" then let my head hit the pillow as I slowly fell to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I found myself back in my hometown. Everyone was home for Christmas, but the house had changed. There were rooms I hadn't remembered, it bore no resemblance to my home.
Pete and I were decorating the tree for Christmas which was my usual job. Out of one of the new rooms came my dad. He looked handsome and vibrant in his late fifties. I looked up while placing presents under the tree. I stood to greet him. "Dad, I'd like you to meet my partner Pete. Pete... Roy."
"Great meeting you Roy. We didn't expect to see you, so we don't have a present for you" Pete said.
"Meeting the man who makes Duke happy is the greatest gift I could ask for." The rest of the dream was a blur. I remember a tour of our old house, which looked totally different. I felt like a trespasser because deep down I knew it was no longer our childhood home.
A bit later I felt whiskers on my hot spot, then heard the whisper of my man. "Wake up sleepy head, time to get in one last workout before Christmas." I got up and joined Pete in the bathroom. We crossed streams as he chattered about what he needed to accomplish that day.
I was replaying the dream in my mind. Seeing Dad in my dream, how he referred to me by my old childhood knick name, it was almost unsettling. He had died almost seven years before. Pete sensed something was wrong. "You seem distant, what's up?"
I feigned ignorance. "Nothing babe. Just thinking through what we have to do in the next few days." I was lying. Something about that dream left me apprehensive. I would have to think it through, figure out what it meant. Maybe a quiet run in the morning darkness would help me focus.
Pete rustled through his drawers looking for workout clothes for Rodney. He found something respectable then woke his friend. "Time to get up buddy, you are joining us for a run. Gonna bust that fat ass of yours."
"Don't I get to sleep in to make up for some of the sleep I lost last night?" Rodney looked at me with a smirk, letting me know he enjoyed our interlude.
"You weren't complaining last night Buddy" I grinned. I slowly dressed, pulling up my jock strap, presenting my ass to the two men who were well acquainted with it.
Rodney laid there, his dick rose, showing appreciation for my performance. "Damn I got to piss, you're gonna make it hard for me buddy."
"Looks like he already did" Pete observed. "Kyle, go help him out. I'll go downstairs and get ready for Barry. You've got five minutes."
I got Rodney off the bed, and led him into the bathroom, I stood by him, his hard dick pointed up making it difficult for him to piss. I grabbed onto it, and pointed it to the bowl. "Let it go buddy" I whispered. A trickle started, and on a whim I let my fingers run through the stream.
The trickle became stronger. His piss slit produced a powerful flow. His arm went around to my shoulder, his strong hand grasped it. "Wanna taste of my home brew fresh from the tap?"
Damn I was tempted. This was something new for me. I was so close to getting down on my knees and swallowing his juice, but common sense reared it's head. "Don't need a full bladder bouncing around while we are out running Rodney. We'll save that for later."
"Promise?" he questioned.
"You got it" I said "Let's get moving, our five minutes are about up."
I hustled downstairs. Barry was arriving with packages for the two of us. While I placed them under the tree, Pete gave him a big hug. "We didn't expect this. We don't have anything for you" Pete said.
"You guys have given me your time and love, that is enough for me."
It was about to get eerie. I had dreams that had come true before, but that last exchange mirrored my dream from last night. I would have mentioned it, but for Rodney appearing downstairs.
"Damn Bro, I am supposed to be the pimp. Where did you get your workout gear buddy?"
"It's the latest hi-tech stuff my friend. Of course you wouldn't know since you seem to be stuck in the '70's" Barry replied.
I let the two of them bust each other's balls since it took my mind off my dream. Soon we were out in the crisp morning air. Barry and Rodney ran ahead while Pete and I laid back a few strides.
Barry took the long route which gave me more time to think. Pete noticed the far away look, but let me mull things over. We got to the halfway mark, and stopped for a breather. As I stretched, and caught my breath, Pete got close to whisper "What's up hubby?"
"Oh nothing, just a dream." I again lied.
The other two were jogging in place, ready to head on, but Pete knew I was not telling him the whole story. "You two can run on, we'll catch up to you." They left, he held my face and looked me in the eye. "Now tell me, tell me the whole story."
"I can't tell you the whole story, but I can tell you this. I introduced you to my dad last night. He loves you Pete, just like I do. And if he does, so will the rest of my family. I don't know how I know this from a dream, but I do."
Pete embraced me in a hug, then kissed my cheek. Morning traffic was starting to pick up and one car saluted the kiss by honking the horn. Slightly embarrassed, Pete said "We'd better catch up, we have the keys to the house. Don't want to leave them outside in the cold."
We were back on the road, and headed homeward when Pete looked over at me and said "I think I'm gonna love your family too." He gave me a wink, then sprinted ahead. I joined Pete in picking up the pace. We caught up with the other two about a mile from home.
The workout and shower afterwards was utilitarian. Yeah, there was the usual grab-ass, and horseplay from our typical romps, but I think we each had our own to-do list on our minds. When no one was looking Rodney surprised me by pissing on my dick. "A taste of things to come." he winked. We all scrubbed down, then went upstairs to see Omar and Fred enjoying coffee at the kitchen table. Pete said "Breakfast is on me, meet us at the diner off I-35."
After breakfast we hugged and said our holiday goodbyes. The day flew by. Pete had to take care of some shopping for our contribution to Christmas dinner, so I readied his computer in the front guest room. I had bought him a nice desk to set up a simple home office. I then put a bow on the door with the sign "Do Not Open Until Christmas."
When Pete got home he looked at the door. Before he could say anything I warned him "Keep out `til tomorrow night."
For the first time in days, the night belonged to Pete and I. We had a quiet, simple dinner, then sauna time, followed by a slow fuck as Pete spooned with me. He left his dick in, stirring the fresh load as we slowly fell to sleep.
Sleeping in was a new experience for my vacation. I gestured to get up, Pete held me in bed, then nudged his hard cock home. "Let's sleep in `til eight" He held me in his strong arms as his tongue licked the nape of my neck. He found my hot spot with that talented tongue. I shuddered, my butt spasmed, pulling the juice out of his dick. "Beautiful" he whispered as he filled my ass. "Merry Christmas" he said then held me tighter.
After finally getting up, we contacted the Three Amigos to ensure they could stop by later to open presents. We had food to prep for our family get-together and Pete had presents to wrap. It wasn't long before the guys arrived.
Charlie, Angelo and Fred arrived later in Angelo`s car. Angelo was on call so he needed his vehicle available. The weather looked promising, almost no chance of snow, but you never know in the northland.
Pete surprised me by making two porchettas, one for the next day, and one to slice up with our friends that night. We ate leisurely, nothing formal, just friends enjoying their time with each other. While everyone was quieting down I started to play Santa Claus, handing out the gifts. I had a stack of novelty gifts for the guys so I handed them out in order. The first few were inspired by their personal underwear choices. I made sure that Pete had a new jock strap, which was as much of a gift for me as it was for him.
All of the men loved their underwear gifts, but by the time it came to Fred he asked "What about me?"
"I know you go commando, so here's your present." I tossed him a jewelry box. He opened it finding a stainless steel cock ring.
Taking the opportunity he unzipped and tried it on. "Perfect" he said, then shoved his growing dick back into his pants.
Charlie played Santa next. "Thanks to my buddy Kyle here, I did some shopping online. I call it the diner essentials." Each of us got a gift bag of condoms, lube, toys, shower wrap and "trick cards with our email addresses on them. He then found the last, largest gift bag. "Fred, this is special for you."
Fred opened a bag containing knee pads. He gave Charlie an "If looks could kill" look then broke out laughing. "I'll put these to good use" he said "Who wants to take a number?"
"You'll have them lining up in no time Fred" Angelo said. "You'll probably need a new pair within a year."
I surprised them all with the next presents starting with Pete. A local company, one of my clients, had made personalized wrestling trunks. Pete's old shorts wouldn't do for the photo shoot, so I made sure he had a new pair. The other guys got versions to fit their personalities. Charlie opened his and help up a singlet with an embroidered marlin on it. "I don't get it" he said They look to be a size too small too.
"The Flying Finn... get it?" I said. "And they're small for a reason. That fat dick of yours is going to look so sexy as you try to keep it from busting out... And gawd knows Angelo will go bonkers for that Buddha belly in that singlet."
The gifts kept coming, and so did the laughter. I finally had time to give Charlie his computer. It caught him off guard. He gave me a big hug and kissed my cheek. "Thanks Bud" he whispered in my ear.
He cleared his throat then addressed the room. "Fred and I want to thank all of you for helping us out when we needed it. Who knows where we would be spending Christmas if it wasn't for you guys." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out an envelop. "Kyle, this is for you, from Fred and I."
I opened it. There were two generous checks. "January's rent paid in advance Buddy" Fred said. I pulled them both into a group hug. I kissed them, letting them know how much they meant to me.
"This calls for a toast" Pete said. "Kyle, help me refresh their drinks." I joined him in the kitchen. He whispered what I was thinking. "Our presents can wait `til later. We should end the gift giving on that generous note."
We saluted each other. The party slowly wound down. Soon Pete and I were saying goodbye to our friends. I huddled with him outside as they drove off. He kissed me. "Time for your present." He hit the button on the garage door opener. I couldn't think of what he would have in the garage, certainly nothing to take the place of his classic Charger. But as the door rose, I saw the unmistakable shape of gift wrapped snowshoes hanging right next to his own pair.
"Gotta mix up the work out" he said. "We have some beautiful ground to cover in our own backyard. It will be my pleasure to show it to you."
I led him inside, up to the front guest room. I bowed towards the door. He opened it, noticing the desk first, then the computer. He looked back, "Kyle, that is too much, computers aren't cheap."
"This one was, I got it from a client." I explained that I only had to pay for the hook up, and furniture. We booted the computer, then I started to show him some of the things he could do. Before too long we were up too late, with an early morning ahead of us. I closed down the computer while he straightened up downstairs.
Sleep came quickly for us, I know we were both exhausted from our day. I woke early to finish the wild rice while Pete did a quick work out. I got the rice to a point where we could finish it off in my mom`s kitchen, then we loaded the truck and started on our way.
The two hour drive went quickly. I gave Pete a brief rundown on who and what to expect at the party. I kept it minimal, because I didn't want to set too many expectations. It wasn't long before we were exiting the freeway and heading to Mom's apartment.
Even in winter there was a well worn path to the sliding glass door of my Mom's apartment. We knocked, then opened it, letting ourselves in. There was a note on the kitchen table telling us to go across the hall to the party room. I quickly checked the oven, then turned it on so we could warm up the wild rice and porchetta.
I showed Pete the highlights of my Mom's small place. Six senior class photos graced the space near the small dining table. Patty, John, Mandy, Scott, Me and then Terry showed the evolution of 60's and 70's style. Pete was interested. "Handsome family." He looked closely at my picture, then at me. "My young man still has the dimples." I showed him a picture of my Mom and Dad at their 25th wedding anniversary. He put his arm around me. "Good looking men run in your family" he said then kissed me on my cheek.
"Ummm, am I interrupting anything?" Pete and I looked at the door. There stood Mandy, my sister, and closest sibling.
"Pete, I'd like you to meet..."
"Mandy" Pete said. "I recognize that smile from your senior picture." He walked to the door, and gave Mandy a big bear hug. I was almost shocked, but Mandy gave the hug back in spades. "We're just about to put some food in the oven, do you need any help bringing in anything?"
"It's about time Kyle dated a gentleman" Mandy said. She looked at the roasting pan. "He's a cook too, my favorite brother finally got lucky. Just a warning though, I am not so sure how receptive John is to PDA."
"Point taken. Favorite brother huh? We have that in common, he is my favorite too." Pete opened the oven, and put the roasting pan in. He then followed Mandy out to her car to cart in the last of her treats.
I crossed the hallway to the party room. Mom was sitting on the sectional, while my sister Patty was stirring a pot of soup. She barely looked up, then said "Kyle, where's your friend? What was his name... Pete? "
"We ran into Mandy at Mom's. He is helping her bring in food and gifts." I gave Patty a quick hug, then went to join Mom on the sofa, giving her a kiss.
"Merry Christmas Mom. Beautiful day isn't it?"
"Kyle, where's your good friend?" Mom went straight to the point. Her hearing was starting to fail, so I repeated what I had told Patty. By now Mandy and Pete were entering the party room. After dropping off the food he joined us in the seating area. He was just about to introduce himself but Mom beat him to the punch. "Boy, he's a strong one, good looking too."
Pete chuckled "Good to meet you Karen." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I can see where your family gets their good looks from."
"Strong, good looking and full of B.S. You should fit in with this family." My mom was spot on with her assessment.
Patty joined us at the sectional to be introduced and got the same bear hug. "We have wine and pop in the fridge. I think John, Kate and the twins are coming with dips and cookies. I am not sure what Terry is bringing, I guess we are just lucky he is getting out of his cave."
"What about Scott, and your kids Mandy?" Pete must have been taking notes during our drive. I was amazed he remembered the names so quickly.
"Scott is stuck in California. He is going to try to get back sometime in February. Maybe you can meet him then."
Pete's question about Mandy's kids was soon answered as Lindsey, Ryan and Kerry joined us, quickly followed by John & Kate, and their twin's Jamie and Chris. I gave them all big hugs, except my older brother John who offered his hand to shake. Pete stood for introductions, giving out bear hugs to each, and when John offered his hand Pete pulled it in for a extra big bear hug. "You don't get off that easy" he said, then let go of my brother.,
Terry was the last to arrive. He quietly let himself in. The twins gave him quick hugs, he then put down his packages. I was about to introduce him to Pete when he said "Holy SHIT, it's Ivan the Mad Russian"
I had forgotten about Terry's short infatuation with local pro-wrestling. Terry was a few years younger than me, so when I was jacking off thinking about Ivan, Terry and a few of his buddies were wearing swim suits, and pretending to be wrestlers. It was funny to remember these scrawny pre-pubescent boys working on their rassling moves.
Pete quickly got into his old persona. "So you like old Ivan huh?" He struck his signature pose, then growled and picked up my brother Terry in his strongest bear hug yet.
"Well, actually my favorite was Barry the Bod..." My brother let the last words trail off, realizing what he had said.
"Damn even your family Kyle... That hurts." He then laughed "At least he is man enough to say it to my face. I like that"
The ice was broken. Pete and I arranged the goodies on the table and we all started to snack. I offered drinks to everyone, picking wine for myself. Pete went for a Coke knowing that one of us had to drive home that night.
Pete was the first to respond when Chris said "Anyone up for a game of pool?" The two of them started the game casually as we were chatting around the sectional. No one was paying attention until Jamie yelled out "WHOA. You guys should see this!"
We all got up and started to watch while Pete gave a clinic on the game of pool. He was surprising me, his lover. How did I not know that he was so good at this game? He would point out balls, and pockets, and sink them in sequence. He started to set up trick shots. The nieces and nephews were all smiles as he pocketed the balls with precision. My brother John showed displeasure with the twin`s language, but after I reminded him he has heard, and said worse, he jokingly followed course.
Pete spent time with each of the nieces and nephews, teaching them some of the tricks. Ryan's analytical mind tried to break it down, and he was quick to pick up some of the tricks. You could tell that Pete was connecting with them on a personal level. My sister Mandy watched this unfold and whispered to me "It's about time Duke, you deserve a guy like Pete."
I smiled at her over my shoulder. My childhood knick name. That was how Dad would refer to me. I turned, "Thanks Sis, that means a lot coming from you."
Patty called me into the kitchen. "Food is about ready. Why don't you check on the porchetta. By the way, Pete's really nice." From my reserved older sister, this was a high compliment. I let Pete continue to play pool while I went next door. The rice looked perfect and I was sure the porchetta was warmed up enough so I carried the two dishes back across the hall.
Patty and I set up the main courses just in time for Mom to say "Are we eating yet?"
Plates were filled quickly then brought back to the coffee table. We were about to dig in when Pete spoke up. "I'd like to offer a toast. Thanks for making the new guy feel welcomed. Here's to my new family."
We all clinked glasses and pop cans then started to chow down. John's wife Kate sat between the two of us. "Pete's a great guy, so how did the two of you meet?"
"Do you want the real version or the PG version?" I smiled. "I was driving home in a snow storm, and due to heavy snow I came up a few blocks short of home. Pete took me in, and the rest is history."
"So what is the not so PG version? Or do I want to know?" Kate laughed. She was like a sister, probably closer to me than my brother so she could get away with it.
"He offered me a hot sauna, need I say anymore?" I whispered.
"You dog" she said as she punched Pete on his shoulder. "Taking advantage of a stranded traveler."
Pete was caught off guard, and so were the others. Kate and I laughed it off as a private joke.
We cleared plates to make way for a game of Jenga that would determine who would start the book exchange. As always the game went on for a bit, but was stopped short when Mom made an obvious mistake with her choice of game piece, causing the stack to topple. We placed the wrapped books on the table, and Mom picked the large one from Pete.
Dice were rolled to determine how the rest would be distributed. Some books were stolen due to the roll, while others hid theirs in hopes of keeping the book they got. By the time all were distributed we started to open them. The variety of books reflected each individual. My National Lampoon Yearbook did go to the youngest of the next generation, my niece Kerry. The siblings took turns pointing out our favorite hidden jokes.
Mom appreciated the photography book of Duluth. Kate showed Mom various landmarks of my favorite city. Mom was soon boasting how her favorite son in law had given her this book. No one bothered to mention that her other son in law was a no show as I expected.
I lost track of the rest of the day. What happened became less important. The laughter and fun was what mattered. Pete reminded me of our early morning appointment, which had a snowball effect as others soon had to leave.
As we were leaving John pulled me aside. "The boys sure love Pete." For my usually reserved older brother that was a huge compliment.
We said our goodbyes, packed up the truck and then headed out. For much of the trip we were quiet, all talked out from the day
About halfway home, just past Hinckley I looked over at my man, his face lit by the glow of the dashboard. There was a contentment there. I knew, because it mirrored how I was feeling at that moment. He was intent on his job, getting us home safely. I was intent on experiencing my man.
I wondered what was causing that moment, he let me know. "Kyle, just one day with your family, and I feel like I am a part of it. You are one lucky man to have them in your life."
"They loved you the moment they met you. I got the feeling most of them like you more than me." I chuckled, he joined me with his sexy laugh. That laugh, and the face that would glance at me, sent blood right to my dick. I did what any intelligent man would do in that situation, I hauled my dick out.
He didn't notice it at first. "You've got quite a family Kyle. Your nieces and nephews are all impressive. It's gonna be fun watching them grow up." He looked over at me, smiled and winked, adding another jolt of adrenaline to my cock. I stroked it, he finally noticed. "Talking about your family makes you horny?"
"No Pete, the fact that you consider yourself part of the family makes me happy. That sexy laugh of yours makes me horny." I continued to stroke my dick with my right hand, then took my left and started to massage his thigh. "I don't think I can wait `til home."
I felt further up his thigh. He adjusted himself, placing his dick in line with my hand. I felt it lengthen down his leg. I continued to stroke it as I looked at his handsome face. He kept his eyes mainly on the road, but would glance down to his thigh, then over to my cock. I decided to make his job easier, so I turned on the map light. It was almost as if it were there to spotlight my dick which was glistening with pre-cum.
"Looking good buddy." He said in a hoarse whisper after a quick glance. "The roads are clear, haul mine out, I need it as much as you."
Christmas Night traffic was light. Pete unbuckled his belt, it made a loud clink. I reached over, unzipped him and then reached in to grab his dick. The hum of the truck tires and Pete's breathing were the only other sounds. I pulled out his length, then gestured for him to raise his ass a bit. I helped him by pulling his pants down, giving his dick and balls room to breathe.
"We're really gonna do this?" he whispered. I answered by sucking him down to his root. "OH SHIT" he grunted as I slowly massaged his dick with my throat and tongue. I knew this part of the highway. The north and southbound lanes were separated for much of it by long stretches of pine trees. No one could see as I bobbed on his dick, but I still needed to approach this slowly and safely.
I constricted my throat on his thickness, breathing through my nose. My tongue worked over the shaft that was embedded between my lips. I slowly slid my mouth up his length, vacuuming it, letting my tongue taste every inch. I got to the tip, looked up at his face, staring forward at the highway, then plunged down to the root again.
"Fuck! Damn Kyle, you keep this up, and you'll be choking on my cum shortly."
I wanted this blow job to last, we had time. I also had to ensure he could drive, so I started a leisurely pace, up and down his cock. I concentrated on suctioning his dick, using my tongue to lap while I stroked the shaft with my mouth. I let my throat do it's work, swallowing the head, while I darted my tongue out to lap at his balls.
I kept the pace for a while. He was steering with his left hand, and massaging my shoulder with his right. He momentarily reached up, and adjusted his own map light. My man was really enjoying me sucking his cock. "FFFFFuccckkk" he muttered as I took my mouth off his dick and swallowed a ball. I noticed his cock was spotlighted by the map light. I stroked his spit slicked dick against my cheek while I feasted on his balls. I looked up at his Adam's Apple which was bobbing in appreciation. He broke away from staring at the road to look down at me. "Damn boy you are good at this, we should do this more often" he winked.
I went back down on his shaft. My rhythm picked up as I continued to suck him. I noticed that the hum of our tires were joined by the sound of a diesel engine. I kept sucking away at my man. I was throating the dick down to the base, lapping at his balls. I knew we were being watched. I didn't fucking give a damn. His breathing got heavier as I blew him, the semi kept pace. Pete picked up the speed for a minute, and pulled ahead of the trucker into the passing lane. The semi pulled in beside us, getting a better view of our action.
I was hell bent on suctioning every drop of cum from my man. For about five miles I slurped up and down his dick, keeping him on the edge. I think we were both getting off on the audience. I wanted Pete's cum, and fast, so I picked up the pace. "We got a few miles of straight road, go for it buddy." Pete said.
I went for it. I felt Pete's meaty paw on my neck as I bobbed up and down his dick. Saliva was flying as I slurped his pecker. I heard the diesel engine as Pete's breaths became shorter. His strong hand held my neck, leaving my mouth about three inches above his crotch. Pete clamped his ass muscles, his balls tightened and sent six thick spurts of dick juice onto my tongue. I slowly gobbled his dick, suctioning every bit of slime I could from my man's meat.
Damn Pete was tasty, I savored his essence for a bit, swirling it around on my tongue, frothing it while doing so. I leisurely sat upright, the semi was still keeping pace. I turned to Pete, showed him the cum deposit he left in my mouth, then winked and turned to do the same to the truck driver to the right of us. I let a blob of swirled semen fall out of my mouth, then slurped it back in. The truck driver licked his lips in appreciation.
Pete gave the trucker a salute, honked his horn then sped ahead, leaving the semi in our rear view mirror. We drove in silence for a few minutes. The clear black sky silhouetted the pine trees lit by our high beams. I noticed a wayside rest sign and mentioned to Pete that I might need to stop.
We pulled in to the empty semi lot, parked the truck and went it. Pete checked out the vending for something to keep him awake on the last half hour of the drive, while I used the john. I was standing at a urinal, shaking the last of my piss off my dick when a broad shouldered trucker stepped up to the next urinal. "Is that your Dodge pick up out in the lot?" he asked.
Since I knew it was the only vehicle out there, I thought the answer was obvious, but I played along. "Yep, driving home with my buddy."
"Looks like he gave you a "White" Christmas. That was fun, thanks for the show." He looked at my dick which was growing. "Want another present?" he said, then nodded to his own fat cock which was slowly getting chubbier. "C'mon, it's Christmas man, help a fellow traveler."
"I want to clear any play with my guy. Wait here a minute, then meet us out at the pick up." He nodded in agreement as he started to piss through his hard dick. I reached down, grabbed the thickness, then let my fingers play in the spray. I don't know why I did it, but suddenly I brought them to my lips, and licked them clean.
The truckers dick shook as he chuckled. "Got myself a trucker pig huh? Go talk to your buddy, make it happen, I think we'll both love what I have for you."
I went to the sink and washed up while looking in the mirror at his denim covered ass. "Like I said, give me a minute, then meet us outside."
"Sure thing buddy, but please make it happen, I need a replay of what he got."
I could tell the desire in his voice. I adjusted my dick as I walked out to the pick up. Pete already had it idling beside the semi. When I got into the truck, Pete could tell what was up. "Didja meet up with our good buddy from the highway?"
"He wants a replay Pete, should we give it to him?"
"After what happened to Fred, I am not so sure we should be hooking up in a wayside rest, but we are the only ones here. So in the spirit of Christmas, why not? "Tis the season after all."
I looked over at the semi idling beside us. "Wayne Johnson Trucking" "New Richland MN" I chuckled as I thought to myself "So I'm gonna drain Wayne."