Snowplow

A Year In The Life

Y2K Wrestling Part 5

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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"When did you turn into such a cum slut?'

Pete's words snapped me from my highway induced haze. We were nearing our exit, just a few miles from home, and he was right. In the last twelve hours I had straddled the line between loving son, brother and uncle, and cum pig. In the last two hours alone I had slurped and savored two tasty loads, snow-balling the last load with the guy I had just introduced to my family as my partner, and some trucker we entertained on the way home. Hell, I even tasted the truckers piss, maybe not straight from the tap, but I was tempted, What indeed had come over me.

"Just inspired I guess." I looked at Pete. He fucking did inspire me. Not only did he inspire me to try new things, he inspired me to be a better man to my family. "Anything wrong with me being a cum slut?"

"No complaints here, and Wayne sure liked it. Just not sure what your family would think."

"Pete, everyone has their secrets. If you can handle knowing that your hubby is a cum slut, then that is all that matters. My family doesn't need to know the details of what happened in that semi's sleeper. They already know that we love each other. Oh, and they already love you too."

"Yeah, I noticed that. I'm a lucky guy I guess, I got a family man, and cum slut." My smile was difficult to see in the darkness as we pulled into Pete's drive. Snow was starting to fall, so we hurried inside.

After dropping our bags, Pete pulled me in tightly and started to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but he got a whiff of something "Damn, I can still smell Wayne on your beard."

His kisses, now sloppy helped bring out the essence of our shared cum-swap. I came up for air. "That could be his cum on your beard. We all shared his snow-ball.

"Damn, when did I become a cum-slut? That was fun playing with Wayne. I would like a replay of that when we have more time. Too bad he was just a one time thing at a rest stop."

"Pete, your hubby slipped Wayne one of the "Trick cards" Charlie gave us. He now has my email address in case he wants a replay."

"I guess that means I have a resourceful cum-slut as a hubby. Your Mom should be so proud." Pete licked my beard then chuckled in my ear "You're gonna have to give me some blow job lessons so I can play the next time. I know just the tool to practice on."

Pete took one last whiff of my beard then broke away with a kiss. We put our leftovers in the fridge and slowly made our way up to the master bedroom. I joined him at the toilet as he got rid of the rest stop vending machine coffee.

I was first in bed, exhausted from the day. Pete returned from the bathroom looking rejuvenated. He threw off the comforter and dove between my legs. "My turn" he said then took my growing cock right down to the root. He came up for air. "Just tell me what to do. I want your load shooting down my throat."

Pete has a way of getting what he wants, so do I. He was so contented afterwards that he failed at his job of human alarm clock. Barry's loud hammering on the door woke us rudely the next day. I threw on a robe to run downstairs and let him in. I noticed that our road was freshly plowed even though Pete's truck showed about 4 inches of new snow. It certainly paid to have a snowplow driver in our extended family.

Barry looked eager to roll so I invited him in. He sat in the living room while I excused myself to get ready. Pete was already half dressed in his present from Barry. We both received work out wear similar to what Barry had been wearing, but in more subdued colors. There was only room for one peacock in our group and Barry was it.

After a piss, I quickly dressed while Pete went down to see Barry. The memory of yesterday, and the sight of Barry made it hard for me to cram my dick into my jock. After the run, today was to be on my terms. Barry wanted to get shaved, it would put him in his zone for the photo shoot. I was the designated barber and the post shave play would be what I wanted. Damn, even thinking of the possibilities put lead in my pencil.

I shifted my hard dick down to the right, and walked downstairs. Who was I to deny these two men. Their collective "Yeah" as they saw the tent in my pants, was the payoff.

Pete opened the door for us but stopped me as Barry went out. "We'll be out in a second Barry, just gotta talk something over with my man. He closed the door, pulled me in. "Last night was the best ever buddy. Whatever you plan with Barry after you shave him, I want part of. Think it over as we run."

I stopped him. "I got most of it planned. You get running with Barry while I go start the sauna I`ll catch up to you." I quickly stoked the sauna, then got some of the needed tools ready. I would fill Pete in while setting everything up. Meanwhile Barry would have a post-run sauna to warm his bones. It was on my terms, terms that Pete would enjoy, and Barry would respect.

They had a few minutes on me, so I sprinted to catch up. Everything looked fresh during our run. Last nights snow covered the grimy snow/sand/dirt combination we call snirt. Barry was leading the way, his ass looking firm compared to where he started a few weeks back Pete kept pace with me. Our shared fun yesterday cemented our relationship in ways I didn't comprehend. I would catch him glance at me. His satisfied smile let me know everything I needed to know.

It was a quiet Sunday morning. Being the day after Christmas meant traffic was especially light, we had the road to ourselves. After the turn around Pete nodded towards me, and to Barry ahead. We joined Barry, three abreast on the road. Pete almost shouted to be heard while we ran "Race you back home, It's Kyle's way or the highway unless you beat us."

We started racing that last mile. I wanted to play out the plan my deviant mind had created. Every step I led meant that every step I planned would happen. I was eager, so my key was the first in the lock when we got home. Pete was next, followed closely by Barry.

Once inside I laid out the ground rules. "Barry, I will shave what I want, where I want, how I want. I need you to soak in the sauna, we will join you shortly. Afterwards I will take care of you, prep you then shave you. What happens afterward is up to me. That is my payment for my services. Any second thoughts, express them now.

"You have given me no reason to doubt you. I figured going in that you would expect something in return. You just get me ready for tomorrow. I'll take care of the rest."

We ushered Barry into the sauna. I asked Pete to set up the massage table in the shower while I ran upstairs for shave powder the razor and lube. Pete smirked at me when I returned downstairs. "I have to win his ass by wrestling him Kyle" Pete said.

"This isn't for you Pete. I plan to be balls deep in his ass while you work on your new love of cum." Pete got that crooked grin on his face, I knew he was into that idea.

"We don't have all day. Let's get this show on the road" Pete said as he pulled me into the sauna.

Barry was already glistening on the top tier of the sauna. The sweat was running through his chest hair, creating rivers in the fur. Damn I was conflicted, shaving that beautiful fur away, but knowing the reward I planned to give him. The boost of confidence he got from the last week of workouts showed. Between my razor and his strong ego, he was going to be one hot wrestler in the photo shoot. Pete and I joined him on the top tier, one on each side. Barry's dick had plumped out to a full five inches in anticipation.

I started to run my hands through his chest hair, appreciating it one last time. "We'll let the heat soften your fur Barry. When you are sufficiently supple we will head into the shower. Everything is set up to shave you. We will start with you laying on your belly so I can shave your back. I will get everything, but spare the hair on your sexy crack. After shaving your legs you will turn over so I can shave you from your neck, to your short hairs. I will trim your pubes, but not shave them" I said as I grabbed his now completely hard dick. "My friend is a man, not a boy."

Pete grabbed Barry's thigh. "Remember my hubby is in charge of the shaving, and what happens afterwards. You will thoroughly enjoy this, but understand it is a one time thing. At least the shaving is. If you desire some fun while the stubble grows back, the sauna is always open."

I noticed Barry flinch at the mention of stubble, and the irritation it would bring. I don't know if he thought through that aspect, but I had. I had a tube of lotion he could take with him to help with the whisker burn.

Barry started to groan as the two of us slowly massaged him. I leaned in, started to nibble at his neck, licking the fur that started there. I laid a lazy trail of spit up his throat, to his mouth. He hissed "YES" then started to kiss me. Pete started to lick my neck as I was kissing his old wrestling foe.

For a moment I lost sight of the end goal, I was so caught up in what the three of us were doing with our tongues. I knew we'd be too far gone if we kept this up so I came up for air. "Time to head to the shower guys."

Pete and I picked Barry up off the bench, his legs a bit wobbly from our interlude. I started a shower as Pete helped Barry onto the message table. After testing the hot water capacity a bit ago, I was confident we had the heat needed to keep the shower area steamy during the shave. As instructed, Barry laid on his stomach, his hairy ass up. While I used Pete's trusty shaving brush to froth up some shaving powder, Pete drew a bucket of hot water.

Barry was still wet from the sauna, his fur softened by the heat. I began to brush on the shaving lather. I had Pete's trusty razor, though I suddenly hoped I was skilled with a straight razor. I lathered him from shoulder to shoulder, half way down his back. Pete stood by me, watching as I prepped his wrestling foe. He lowered his voice "Need me to do anything to help you buddy?"

"You keep his ass entertained at I start shaving his back. Don't get him too excited. He doesn't need any nicks for the photo shoot."

Pete went to the other end of the table, nudged Barry's legs apart and motioned for him to pick his ass up a bit. As expected, Barry's thick five inches were hard. He pulled Barry's dick and balls back, then patted his ass. "Relax buddy, I'll take care of this end while Kyle takes care of the other.` No sudden movements."

Pete lowered his tongue to the furry crack before him, his hands massaged the butt that was getting more defined with recent work outs. As I started to shave away all of that beautiful back hair, Pete rimmed his friend. Barry stayed still, allowing me to do my job. He left one arm to his side, but reached up with his right to grab my ass, holding my body against the table.

We were connected in this rite. Yeah, that is what it was. A rite in which I would strip away some maturity so Barry could recapture his youth. Meanwhile Pete and I were in new territory as a couple. After our fun with the trucker the night before, I noticed a new found energy to share and explore the pleasure that a tongue could give.

I took a few swipes with the razor then swished it through the hot water in the bucket. Pete let his tongue travel Barry's crack, zeroing in on his hole. Barry's butt shook in appreciation as Pete skewered him. His right hand grasped my butt cheek trying to steady himself while I shaved more of his back. The fur back here wasn't as abundant as on his chest, but every swipe with my razor revealed more of his beautiful skin.

Pete raised his face for a moment. "Yeah, tasting great buddy. Nice and clean, just a bit of sweat from the road and sauna." He gently tugged at Barry's dick which was pointed down, then went back to feast on his crack

I quickly shaved the upper back, then prepped the lower back to his butt cheeks. Pete looked up from his snack, his beard wet with sweat and spit. The hairs that lined Barry's crack were slicked down. At that moment I knew I couldn't shave his beautiful ass. I looked at Pete, he at me, and we leaned in to kiss. I used my tongue to lick his beard clean of the sweat spit and man ass that had been captured there.

I broke away "Keep up the good work Hubby, I know Barry's enjoying it" A satisfied moan escaped Barry's lips as Pete went back to tonguing his crack. In my hand, the razor created a sharp line at his butt cheeks, then I slowly removed the remaining back hair.

Happy with how his back looked, I sponged it down, ensuring that any trace of lather and hair was gone. I started to apply lather to his legs when he turned his head to the side "Let's not shave the legs, I never shaved them back when I wrestled."

I was more than happy to comply. Pete's toned legs looked strong and sexy the way they were. It also meant I was closer to pay dirt, first his chest, then... well, he would have to wait to find out. I swatted Barry's ass, "Roll over buddy."

Pete reluctantly came up for air looking dejected. That changed quickly as Barry rolled over onto his back, his thick dick pointing to the ceiling. Pete immediately swooped down on his friends dick right down to his still abundant pubes.

Barry groaned. Pete obviously had taken notes last night as I talked him through his blow job. "Give him feedback Barry, let him know what you like. His mouth, throat and tongue are there to give you pleasure. I gotta warn you Barry, he's good, so grab on if he gets a bit too good."

Pete suctioned up and down Barry's dick. I could tell he was doing a great job because suddenly Barry grasped the sides of the massage table, holding on for life. I took the opportunity to lather up his chest from the collar bone over his pecs, leaving his nipples free. I started to swipe the razor from his right nipple out. Barry groaned again, not sure if it was from my closeness to his nipple or Pete's tongue lapping at his dick.

I turned towards my friend. "Talk us through it Barry. Tell us what you like, Tell me if I am getting to close. I don't want you to cum just yet, so tell us if Pete is TOO good. " I continued to shave his pecs as I talked, rinsing off the later in the bucket. Soon his left pec was shaved, followed by his right.

He was writhing on the massage table as I progressed. Pete was a functioning vacuum as he slowly pleasured his friend. Barry became more vocal as I lathered his stomach, stopping short of the pubes. He tensed his stomach muscles, pulled himself up on his elbows and watched the two of us as we worked our personal magic.

"Yeah, that's the way to use that tongue buddy. Yeah, go for the balls, go for the balls." He started a husky chuckle as Pete pulled off his dick and throated his nuts. "Hell yeah, swallow those fuckers." Pete responded tugging on the nuts in his throat, and swatting the side of his face with Barry's dick. Barry tensed his stomach muscles again and sat up further on his elbows. "Back off buddy, I don't want to blow yet."

Pete pulled his mouth off Barry's balls and gave his friend a sexy grin. "I see you are liking this as much as I am."

Barry responded with a throaty laugh "Who knew my wrestling buddy was such a good cocksucker" Pete couldn't resist the moment. He quickly zeroed in on his friend's handsome face and started to tongue wrestle. They were so caught up in their sloppy kissing they missed that I had finished the last stroke of the razor. I rinsed off the blade, then retrieved a wet towel to wipe Barry down.

I leaned in to the two friends as they were kissing. "Done" I said to get their attention, it was successful.

Pete broke away and the two friends admired my handiwork. Barry was still breathing a bit heavy in reaction to Pete's talented tongue. His newly shaved gut flexed as he came down to earth.

"Looking great buddy" Pete said as he thumped his fists down Barry's torso. "Kyle did a fantastic job. You will be one hot wrestler in those photos" He grabbed a hold of Barry's dick, tugged it for a bit. "Let's leave the pubes the way they are buddy." Pete then looked at me "Kyle you're up. You've earned your part of the deal."

I looked Barry in his eyes, his eyes locked firmly on mine. Damn, as much as I regretted shaving all of that fur, his naked skin seemed to reenergize the man He was the "Barry The Bod" of old. His heart still racing, his gut clenching. Both he and I knew what was next. I wasn't sure if he had ever been fucked before, but I was going to claim my prize.

"Scoot down buddy" I said, staring into those eyes. "Pete and I are going to give you the ride you need."

Barry got down to the end of the table, his ass perfectly lined up with my dick. I lifted his right leg, placed it against my chest and started to nudge my cock against his hole. He softly said "It's been a while." He was barely able to get the words out, but he answered my unspoken question.

I got down on my haunches, still holding up the right leg My tongue darted out, tasted his hole, and my pre-cum. If I was going to give him the ride he needed, I wanted him to be ready to enjoy. As hot as his shaved body was, I was happy I left his butt unshaven. My tongue swirled the soft hair along his crack. I heard a grunt, then noticed that Pete was back slowly feasting on his friends dick

Pete suctioned for a bit then sucked down one of Barry's balls. We were so close, pleasuring a friend, sharing a moment. Pete gave me his wink. Damn that always worked for me. We broke away to share a quick bit of tongue wrestling.

We would have kissed for longer, then Barry said "Hey, what about me." Pete reluctantly stopped kissing, then went right back to slurping dick. I lowered Barry's leg, then retrieved the lube.

Pete's new found talents were bringing Barry to the edge quickly. Barry was holding on to the edges of the table so I knew he was getting close again. I lubed my cock, then squeezed some onto my fingers. Lifting his right leg again, I slowly eased one finger in, frigging him for a moment. Barry's grunt was followed by a "mmmhmmm" from Pete's dick filled mouth.. A second finger joined the first. Barry grabbed the massage table harder, his muscles tensed as we continued to tend to him.

Barry was ready, almost beyond ready from Pete's blow job. I squeezed more lube onto my dick, then his hole, and looked him in his eyes as I placed my cock at his hole. Barry nodded. That was my sign. In one steady move I slid ball deep into my friend.

He was still on his elbows, holding onto the table, but his head rolled back as I entered him. "Fffuuuckkk" he growled as I hit bottom.

Pete's "Mmmmhmmm" let me know that Barry had just given him a treat. I wasn't sure if it was cum, or pre-cum but Pete was savoring it as he continued to slurp that dick. He stuck out his tongue, suctioning up the dick then came up for air. He looked at me smirked, then opened his mouth revealing a generous load in his mouth.

Pete stood, put his arm over my shoulder, then leaned in to kiss me. Sharing Barry's cum put me into overdrive. We swapped the load back and forth, adding spit along the way. My gentle thrusts were replaced by forceful pounding. I wanted to coax one more load out of Barry before I dumped mine into him. Between my thrusts, and Barry's spasms we were shaking the table something fierce.

Pete broke away, looked at his friend who was holding onto the table for dear life, then bent over to kiss him. Tasting his own cum sent Barry over the edge. His still hard dick shot a load onto his tightened shaved gut. That spasm was felt when his sphincter clamped down on my cock. One last thrust and I filled his ass.

Pete had been so focused on sucking, I don't think he even touched his dick. He stood, stroked his cock three times, then let his cum fly, coating his friends newly shaved torso.

All three of us quietly got our breath back. I slowly slid out, noticed a drop of cum oozing out of Barry's ass so I hunched down to suck it out. Barry collapsed back on the table, spent from our fun. Pete reached down and gathered the combined cum load onto his fingers then brought it to his own mouth to suck it down. He then offered his hand to his tired friend to help him off the table.

Barry stood weak-kneed. We got closer in a three-way hug that smeared the remaining cum between us. Pete kissed Barry then me, sharing spunk as he did so. I felt complete in that essence of man and I knew the others did too.

We slowly moved to a shower head to rinse ourselves clean, without removing that essence.

Barry toweled slowly, bent over at the bench. I admired the man's ass, but the man even more. We walked to the mirror and admired my handiwork. Pete was right, Barry got right into his wrestling persona. His body looked sharper, harder and sexier than it had in years.

Pete joined us in the reflection. I don't know who he was responding to, but his dick was fleshing out once again to full length. "Looking great Buddy" he said then placed his dick in between Barry's cheeks.

"Not so fast" Barry said. "You have to earn that the next time we wrestle."

Pete stepped back, flicked his towel across Barry's ass. "Time to get dressed Buddy. Kyle and I have a full day ahead of ourselves to get ready for the photo shoot tomorrow."

It was a shame that Barry had to cover the body that I was admiring, but Pete was right. He dressed, we put on robes, then walked him to the door. After kissing him goodbye, Pete pulled me in tight for a kiss. Once again I tasted the essence of man.

"When did you turn into such a cum-slut?" I said to Pete, then went in for one more taste.