A Year In The Life
Snowplow Pt. 2
By Bix Meister
This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it. If you enjoy it, consider donating to Nifty.
Early November 1999
I felt so safe in Pete's arms. Hours earlier I was white knuckling my way home through an intense lake effect blizzard but blind luck found me listening to his soft breathing/snoring. I glanced out the picture window of Pete's 70's chalet. While there were no longer blizzard conditions, the snow was still falling and I knew I wasn't going anywhere soon, I was fine with that. Soon, I am not sure exactly when, I joined Pete in slumber land, his dick nestled against my ass crack.
We dozed only for a few minutes. It was enough to reenergize both of us. Pete gave his dick a flex, nudged my ass and said "What the hell happened?" I knew he couldn't be comfortable with my 230 pounds on him, so I found my way to the floor.
Looking up at him, past that thickness that I had become so well acquainted with, I said to him "I don't know about you, but I had a fan-fucking-tastic time with a man I had a crush on many years ago" He looked at me quizzically, so I filled him in on the time I baptized the TV set with my spray of cum.
He laughed and jumped out of the chair. He mocked his famous pose, arched his eyebrow and growled "So did you just give a world class blow job to Ivan The Mad Russian, or Pete your neighbor down the road?
Frankly I had to think about it for a moment, but I knew the answer. Ivan may have been the fantasy from years ago, but the reality of Pete was more man than I had been with in quite a while. I reached up and pulled Pete down on top of me. He landed into my arms, and we went back to kissing. He looked into my eyes and said "Be careful, I am an old man and my bones are getting brittle."
We wrestled a bit, nothing competitive, I knew my limits. I grabbed his cock. "Old man huh, this bone is far from brittle".
He laughed, "well this old man needs something to eat, I was about ready to make myself something when I pulled some under-dressed idiot out of the snow."
I slid down, took his dick into my mouth and mumbled "speaking of something to eat".
Reluctantly he pulled me off his dick and said "I mean something more filling". I couldn't figure out what would be more filling than his dick. He pulled me off the floor, and brought me to the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen table while he rooted around the refrigerator. For a few seconds I was once again drawn in by the power of "that ass". I don't think he knew the power it had over me, but I knew, and I was also realizing it was the total package that was drawing me in. When he found enough for a suitable meal, he started frying up some potatoes and a ham steak while we talked.
"Man, it's been years since I've done this" he said.
"What, cook naked? I joked, secretly I wanted him to talk about it, get it out in the open, I could see he was holding something back.
He came back with a quick "No... fucked around with a guy." The last part trailed off as if he didn't want to admit it.
"Guys are the only thing I fuck around with, but the last three years have been so busy getting my business started, other than a few breaks, Mr. Righty here has been my best friend"
"I am well acquainted with Rosie here" he admitted, holding up his massive right hand. "So you're basically gay huh? Not sure what I would call myself"
"I'm 100% gay, all hands on deck or dick as the case may be, gay, as far as what you would call yourself, how about Man, all-Man." He blushed as he served up two plates. We ate and talked, the food was simple, yet tasty, just like the man who made it. We sat kitty corner to each other at the table, within arms reach. You would have thought he was Italian, the way he talked with his hands. I saw how his body moved as we filled each other in on our lives. I told him about my previous corporate job, the moving around and my last condo, and boyfriend in Chicago, and the breakup that corresponded with my job loss.
Pete told me his life story. His brief marriage left him gun-shy about relationships. His sex life had consisted of a number of one night stands and furtive if rare trips to the sauna downtown. He actually found out about the sauna by taking a woman there to one of the upstairs private rooms. "She had big titties Kyle, got me hot and bothered. I ended rubbing my dick between those titties and gave her a pearl necklace. When we were leaving I noticed the sign for the downstairs "Men's Sauna". A guy headed down there who looked like you or me, not what I expected, he caught my eye, I caught his. Within a week I found myself downtown, downstairs at the sauna, giving the same bearded guy his own pearl necklace." He punctuated that last statement with a hand on my knee. I looked at his crotch, his dickhead was poking out of his foreskin, a pearl of pre-cum clung to the slit.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to rumble, wanna wrestle?" he said.
"Let me think, a Pro Wrestler Vs. some guy who barely passed Phy. Ed., not an even match" I replied.
"I don't know if you noticed this buddy, but a lot has changed since you were in High School. You have a body that would have been a natural on the mat back then. Maybe someone older and wiser can teach you some of the moves bud, we`ll wrassle, not wrestle. C'mon, it's the least I can do" Then he assumed the stance, arched his eyebrow, and growled "Or it's the least Ivan can do"
My dick flexed and started leaking, Pete knew he had me. "Head to the workout room, I will be down in a minute." He sprinted upstairs while I found my way down. I didn't have to wait long until Pete joined me in the room wearing his red wrestling trunks. He threw a pair of Stars & Stripes trunks to me. "They still fit like a glove" he said "it's been a long time since I have tried them on" I had to admit he looked damn hot in them, and his crotch was plumped up beyond what would have been allowable on broadcast TV back in the day. I pulled on my trunks, and while doing so I notice there was a four inch span in the rear seam that had come undone. I went along with the program, pulled them up, and adjusted my own inflated cock and balls off to the left.
Teaching me wrassling moves consisted of leading by example. He strutted on the mat in his red trunks, copping the pose and growling. He encouraged me to find my own wrassling persona so I thought I'd be Sergeant Major Payne. 100% US Marine. I did my best salute, Ten-Hut marching rhyme, and ended up face to face with Ivan, staring him down. He stared back, eyebrow cocked, we were deadlocked for a minute until he broke character and laughed "That's pretty good improvising, you could have a career with that character"
He taught me how to start the match, the dance around the mat, the feints that cause tension. Then he lunged at me. For a second I was scared shitless until I realized he choreographed the move to impact me very little, but made it look like he was throwing me down. I found out how to move with him, and him with me, to cover the mat, and our moves appeared to be painful. Soon I was following him move for move, grunt for grunt.
Sweat was forming on our bodies. Things got a bit slippery, and our aim either got worse, or better depending on your viewpoint. I lunged at him, slipped and ended up knocking him down, face in his ample crotch. He took the opportunity to put me in a Hammerin' Headlock so I countered by slobbering over the head of his trunk-covered dick for a few moments. I found enough power to throw him off and got back up.
We faced off, he lunged at me putting one hand on my shoulder, the other on the cheeks of my ass. His greater strength had me on the mat in seconds. Quickly he had my legs up in the air holding my shoulders down with one hand, while the other found it's way to the tear at the seam. He leered as his thick thumb found my hole. His face got closer to mine, his breath hot on my face, sweat intermingling. "Give?" he growled. I pushed back, his thumb got deeper, grip, stronger "GIVE?" he repeated, louder this time, more forceful. I struggled a bit more, his thumb found a deeper part of my ass as his grip intensified. "GIVE?" He shouted, his face inches from mine, breath hot on my cheek.
"Anything you want" I replied, leaning in to kiss him. He may have had the upper hand in wrestling and wrassling, but I was better at tongue wrestling. We faced off for a few minutes, his thumb massaging my hole, my breath blending with his.
He finally found his voice and said "Assume the position buddy'
I snapped to with a "Yes Sir!" and got on my hands and knees.
"Sir?" he croaked, "I like that" as his hand found my ass-cheek, and thumb slipped it's way back home. "Time to lose the trunks Son, we don't need anything in the way of our fun" During the match he was slipping in and out of his Ivan character, but now he was pure Pete.
Both of his meaty paws found their way to my backside as he first pulled my trunks off, ripping a larger hole in the ass-seam and then his trunks followed close after. Our session and the clinging trunks had left my butt covered in sweat. His hands started kneading my butt again. I looked back and saw his knob peeking out of his foreskin, he was primed. "Damn fine tail you got Son" he half whispered.
"It's nothing like yours Sir' I said.
"Stop selling yourself short bud, you are no longer that scrawny fifteen year old. We just wrassled and you gave as well as you got, and damn, I'm the pro. The only thing that beat you was age and experience, oh, and that well placed rip in the seam."
"Oh I give as well as I get Sir, believe me" he laughed and started massaging my ass more, rubbing his dick up and down my ass-groove.
"We are going to have to work on this hole if I ever expect to fit into that ass of yours boy" With a hand on each cheek he started to work one thumb, then the other over my sphincter. First one, then the other would find their way in, a little deeper each time. Soon a thumb would occupy my chute, probing around while his strong fingers massaged my cheeks. His cock traveled up and down my crack, spreading his pre-cum and my ass sweat which he would gather with the alternate thumb, driving that thumb in. "Damn fine ass Son" he whispered as his right thumb found my prostate. That made my sphincter clamp down on his thumb, holding it in there. "Oh yeah Bud, remember that when I got my dick in there it will be good for the both of us"
Now I have had dicks the size of Pete's thumb up my ass, hell I have had dicks the size of Pete's dick up my ass, but it has been a while. I think Pete knew that, so soon, his dick drool, and my sweat was joined by a big glob of spit as both of his thumbs dug into my hole. I started bucking back, leaking pre-cum all over those blue wrestling mats. He was thumb wrestling my hole, pushing and pulling from side to side, both meaty thumbs fighting for space. I could sense he had my ass as opened as it ever has been as I could hear him hock up some more spit. "Bullseye" he said as he pushed this new mixture of natural lube into my hole.
"Time for the main event buddy, this will be a no holds barred, one hole bared match." "One more rule, no one says Uncle, but a few Daddies, or Sirs are okay." With that he pulled my hole open, dropped one more glob of spit, and pushed his knob in.
"Damn Daddy" was all I could gasp out. I inhaled a large breath, grit my teeth, and relaxed my hole, which allowed 8 more inches of prime beef to enter my ass.
"Damn fine ass Son" he repeated as he went to town on my tail.
He had loosened me up so much that I almost forgot his instructions from earlier. He had found my prostate, and was giving it a deep tissue massage when I clamped down with my sphincter. "Whoa Bud, that's the ticket" he grunted.
"Yes Sir" I replied "All for you Sir" and clutched his dick with each time I said Sir.
"You have a talented ass boy"
"Yes Sir, It's your ass Sir"
"Great hole Bud, way to take it like a Man" he snarled., pounding my prostate on almost every word. The change from boy, to Man wasn't lost on me. I rewarded this promotion by clutching his dick with spasms of my hole. His massive hands found my shoulders once again,. Before they startled me, this time they drove me. As he thrust forward, my ass slammed back. I gave as well as I got, I kept my word, and he did as well.
As his dick was doing a happy dance on my prostate, my hole was working overtime to encourage it. "Too soon Man, Too soon, I don't want this to end this quickly Bud" he gasped. I was close to coming myself, dick-snot was painting the mat below me. I could feel his hardness within me, massaging parts of me that hadn't been explored in a while. He slowed the pace, pulling almost all the way out, then wedging it back. I collapsed to the mat, taking him with me, gripping his dick as it was bumping against my magic button. His 210 pounds was on me, sweat soaked chest hair mingling with the sprinkling of fur I had on my back. He nuzzled my ear, humped my ass, and whispered "I don't remember it ever being this good"
"Likewise" is all I could reply, his fuck had really took it out of me.
He found a way to grind that dick in just a but further, licked the nape of my neck, and then slipped from my hole. I felt empty, almost at a loss, and he could tell. "Time for a cool down Kyle, we got the night, and we aren't going anywhere." He slowly got up, reached down to help me stand, and then pulled me into his arms. For a guy who struggled with who or what he was sexually, he sure knew how to kiss a man. Our hard-ons danced with each other, I felt a trace of my own ass-juice as he rubbed his dick into my belly. We walked arm in arm out of the workout room. He saw the quiet snow fall through the window of the rec.-room and said "Let's go watch the snow from the living room, I know it will be pretty from up there."
We walked somewhat uneasily up one level. Pete opened the fireplace screen and threw a few more logs in on the dying fire. He placed a few throw cushions onto the rug in from of the fireplace and pulled me down with him. With his arms around me, we watched the snowfall. The light from the fire, and some lamps in the room cast a golden glow on the flakes as they fell. I never would have figured this bear of a man to be a romantic, but the way he held me, enveloped me, let me know he was taking pleasure in this simple moment.
"I still can't believe this has made me feel like this, not sure what's going on" he said under his breath.
"Why try to figure it out Pete, two guys are having fun, nothing more, nothing less"
"Yes but, I can't explain it, no one has made me feel like this, no one, why now?"
"Remember" I said, "nothing to be ashamed of" He hugged me tighter, turned my head with his hand and started to kiss me again. My hands broke free and started to explore. I found the stubble of his shaved head, which was glistening in the firelight. My fingers traced his five o'clock shadow on his cheekbone, above the shaved beard-line. I rubbed my knuckles over the nape of his neck, finding the fur that started there and traced it down to the crack of his ass. I remembered my promise to give as good as I get, and hoped I could fulfill that promise soon.
He swatted my hand away and said "Uh uhh, remember the rule, no holds barred, but only one hole bared, and tonight Son, that hole is yours."
With that he laid me back on the cushions, lifted my legs, and presented his hard dick to me. "Final match of the night Bud, ready or not, here I come" His dick found home immediately. He lifted my legs onto his broad shoulders and plunged in. I gasped, and grasped, clenching his dick in my ass vice. I no longer could find the words to respond, my butt said everything. He however called me every name in his book, Son, Bud, Boy, Kyle, Sir, Man and a few more as he thrust in further. His voice got deeper as he did. "This is the way I want it, I want to look you in the eyes Bud while I seed you." "Fill your hole Son with my Man-juice."
He was grinding away, we were eye to eye, man to man, the fire flickering over my shoulder and the streak of headlights out the picture window. "The plows are out Pete, what if he sees us?"
"Let him, it will give him something to tell his grandkids about when they ask about the Storm of 1999" Nothing stopped Pete, not when he was this close. The snowplow drove by, but Pete kept on plowing. A bead of sweat fell off his forehead onto my tongue, it was sharp, but tasted of Pete. He found new angles to attack my ass, moving my legs from side to side as his cock ravaged my hole. The snowplow returned, obviously turning around at the dead end and spent some time in front of the house, clearing as near to the snowed in vehicles as possible. Pete single mindedly continued to fuck my ass.
Finally I sensed Pete was over the edge His eyes started to roll back into his head, he gritted his teeth and he was off. I clenched my ass as Pete flooded my inside with his cum. He found my prostate one more time and I shot off a no hold orgasm all over my chest and his. All the while the snowplow driver was cleaning our road as meticulously as possible. Ever the showman, Pete pulled out, got up, gave the Ivan pose, and bowed to the driver. The driver honked his horn, and drove off, leaving us to the aftermath of the storm.
I was a limp dishrag by this time. Pete quietly directed me up the stairs to the upper level, into the master suite in the back. The master bath looked out onto the backyard, and woods, I knew from experience there was a creek not far beyond. He adjusted the water on the shower, and then pulled me in, gently washing away the sweat, pecker tracks and cum. I returned the favor in kind, soaping him down, washing his dick, cleaning his foreskin and finally soaping his crack gingerly. In my mind I was staking claim for the future, after all I give as well as I get.
We toweled each other off and then he turned down the down comforter on the bed. Instinctively I picked my normal side, he picked his, then he pulled me close. "Thanks Neighbor" I said as his cock snuggled against my ass. I knew our road wasn't the last thing that was going to be plowed this weekend.