A Year In The Life
Ice Dreams Part 1
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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Like hundreds of times before I entered the old farmhouse through the kitchen door. The front door was rarely used, only by those unfamiliar with my home. Everyone who knew me, knew that the kitchen was how friends entered the home.
Today was different somehow. I looked at the kitchen, it wasn't my kitchen. I turned around and went outside. Yes, this was my house, my kitchen door. Reentering I saw an unfamiliar kitchen. Though it was new to my eyes, the kitchen looked lived in, like it belonged.
The craftsmanship was evident even though the materials were humble. It felt new, but yet appropriate to a house almost a century old. I wandered through the main floor. Projects that were once only in my mind were complete. The main floor bathroom looked like it always belonged. Nearby was a well appointed office with a small library filled with books. On the wall above the desk I noticed a calendar filled with red numbers, I flipped back through the calendar and noticed that the green numbers ended abruptly.
I quietly went up the stairs to the second floor. Someone had refinished them with pride. I looked into the bathroom. Yes, finally something that wasn't redone. The door to the upstairs office was gone. A few feet later I noticed an open door. Charlie and Angelo were lounging in bed, their backs propped up against a massive headboard. The room was larger, swallowing the space of the former office. Coffee was on the end table while the two of them were looking at the Sunday News Tribune.
"Sheesh! Can't you knock? What does a guy need to do to have privacy in his own place?" Angelo said.
I woke up with a start. The tongue and groove ceiling of our master bedroom had a glow from the early morning light. My dream was so detailed, and some of the details worried me.
"What was the dream about hubby?" I looked over. Pete was propped on one elbow looking at me. "Happy New Year babe. Thanks for ringing it in with me, and boy did you ring it in. Fucking me while I fucked Barry... Damn hubby I got a feeling this is our year."
I smiled. "Yeah, last night was something else. I never would have guessed that I would out-wrestle Rodney. I don't know what got into me, or how it happened, but let me tell you it was all worth it fucking that tight hole of his."
"I knew you could do it babe, I knew his weakness." Pete said. "He is best when he stays on script, but if someone adlibs, it throws him for a loop. You coming at him like some mad dog threw him for a loop."
"I might be the Great Dane after all. We make a great team don't we babe?"
"The best ever. I was thinking it over as I was watching you this morning. I saw your dreaming, and wanted to wake up every morning like this from now on. Let's make this happen. Kyle, I am already calling you hubby, will you live here with me full time? I already think of this as our place."
Whoa! Just minutes after my dream, the dream which told me that my house was no longer mine, Pete asks me to move in. "Nothing would make me happier, but we have to figure this out, I'll need more than a drawer for my stuff. We got time, I can hold onto the old place and slowly move in. The old place needs some TLC before I hand it over to new owners. By the way, that is what my dream was about babe."
"But I need you here now, and having the other place would only make it convenient to leave if we have a fight."
I saw Pete's point, but I remembered the details of my dream. I have had dreams come shockingly true, and one detail frightened me. Why did Fred's green marks on the calendar end abruptly? "Pete, my house needs to be remodeled, and I need to see my vision through. It could be a great thing to accomplish together. It will need an talented electrician after all."
I didn't tell him my entire reason, or plan. I was still formulating it in my head. The dream only made it more real.
"Just knowing you will be here in my life permanently is all I need to know." Pete threw off the covers and tackled me right there on the bed. We rolled around for a few minutes and ended with his entire weight resting on me.
I could have stayed like that for a lot longer, entwined in our kiss, but the pressure on my bladder was too much. "Babe I gotta pee."
Pete raised up, gave me a crooked grin, "Wanna do it in the shower?"
"Sure but we have to be quick, I think we still have a houseful of partiers who will need breakfast."
We raced each other into the bathroom. I got into the shower and turned it on full blast. Pete joined me quickly and closed the door. "Let it flow babe, mark your territory, I am yours after all" It started as a trickle, but soon I was spraying my man with a wide stream of piss. He let his hands flow through it, then cupped a handful and spread it through his chest. I leaned over to lick off the mixture of water and pee as he used his hand to direct the remaining piss between us.
When my piss petered out he held me in an embrace and kissed me as the warm shower cascaded over our bodies. Pete slowly spun us around in the shower so the spray was running down my back. All the while he was kissing me deeply. It was so deep I barely noticed the growing warmth between us. "Gotta mark you too babe. What did Angelo call you? The Great Dane? You'll always be my little pup."
I broke away. At first Pete thought he did or said something wrong, but I let him know otherwise. "Let it go babe." I got down on my knees, grabbed his dick, closed my eyes, and let it drench my face. I then took his dick down to the root. I was swallowing his piss. I opened my eyes to look up at his. I wanted Pete to know I would do anything for him. Anything.
The look of shock in his eyes changed slowly to a sparkle. I quietly pulled off his cock as the stream turned into a trickle. I stood, grabbed the soap and silently started to clean my man. Wordlessly we made sure that each other was squeaky clean. I think both of us were shocked by our impromptu golden shower, but neither made an attempt to stop it.
We avoided talking about it. Instead as we showered we made breakfast plans. I would concoct my breakfast scramble for the crew, while Pete would assess the post-party damages. After every ounce of piss was rinsed away, we toweled each other off, dressed and then started downstairs.
I knew that Brent and Gino went home relatively early this morning since Brent had to work and I was pretty sure that Charlie and Angelo were back at my old place. We walked past the guest bedroom and noticed our young red headed friend being spooned by Rodney. They looked so natural laying there in their embrace. I smiled to myself but noticed Pete's furrowed brow. Was he still concerned about Rodney's checkered past?
I started the coffee while Pete surveyed the lower level. Looking out the window I noticed Barry's car. He was still here somewhere, I just wasn't sure where. I looked into fridge and noticed the leftover meat and cheese from last nights party. Someone had the foresight to clean up the snacks before heading to bed. I figured it was fair game for my scramble so I started to dice up the meat and cheese.
As I was dicing potatoes for the scramble Pete came upstairs with a stack of stray clothes and Barry who was clad only in an untied sauna robe. "Look who I found. He was helping himself to the sauna already."
Barry did have that "fresh from the sauna" glow about him. Or was it the freshly fucked glow? I could sense some tenderness as he sat at the kitchen table. "How are you feeling buddy?" I asked. "Looks like you might still be a bit tender" I winked.
"Who wouldn't be after getting slammed by Pete?" Barry had a point there. Pete had learned to be gentle with me, but being in the middle of a adrenaline driven fuck last night really put him into overdrive. I still vividly remembered how Pete's slamming ass drew an even bigger load out of my dick that night.
"So what's the story with Fred? Why is he alone downstairs? Where is Omar?" I was full of questions.
"Oh you missed that. Omar left abruptly last night after you guys adjourned to your bedroom. There was a bit of fireworks between the two of them, I think this might be a pattern from how Fred describes things. I know they have fun together but something's not right here. I stuck around and helped calm Fred down. He helped me tidy up, I just couldn't leave him alone so we slept on the sectional downstairs"
It wasn't the first time I had heard that story about Fred and Omar. It only deepened my concern about my dream. I hid my concern by working on my concoction. Barry helped himself to a cup of coffee. We chatted away, mostly small talk, but in the back of my mind I thought about Fred.
I started to fold in all of the ingredients one by one. Knowing it was close to being ready I suggested that Pete roust the remaining guests and try to see if Charlie and Angelo could join us. Barry walked to the door and grabbed the paper while Pete went upstairs. I had realized the last few days how much of a friend Barry was to those close to him. I only wished I could be providing that friendship for him .
Pete returned to the kitchen. "Well I got a hold of Charlie and Angelo, they will be up in about ten minutes, That should give the other miscreants time to pull themselves together." He placed Barry's stack of clothes in front of him. "If you want to dress for breakfast, be my guest. If not, I have no issue with you looking like that. "It'll remind me of the fun we had last night."
Soon our friends started to filter down to the kitchen. Everyone felt at home, pouring themselves a cup of coffee or a glass of orange juice. This was the open, welcoming kitchen of my dream, but it was our home, not my old house. Angelo and Charlie walked the few blocks to our place. On the still, cold morning their cheeks were red, Charlie's even more than usual. Angelo started a fire while Charlie lifted the lid on the wok. He wafted the aroma of the scramble towards him. "Looks like enough for me, what is everyone else having?" he joked.
Since everyone was finally there I added the cheese and egg mixture to the wok and quickly scrambled it Fred grabbed a stack of plates from the cupboard and set them on the table with a Mason jar filled with forks. I turned off the heat, put on the cover for a second, then turned. "Eat up guys, I can always make more."
We made plans for the future around that table. Fred and Charlie blindly volunteered to be subcontractors for my remodel. They started to discuss details they thought should be included. Rodney and Justin were quietly comparing schedules. I had a feeling there was a spark there, one they wanted to explore.
Barry and Pete, well Barry and Pete talked about the past. Barry was the unofficial historian of our local Pro Wrestling scene. You could tell that Pete was hearing names he hadn't thought of in a long time. While Pete almost hid from his past Barry reveled in it. Maybe he was ashamed about the lack of knowledge around Rodney's story, because Pete was asking for details that he would have previously ignored.
Finally Pete said "So what's the story with Omar?"
This got Fred's attention. He looked at Barry expectedly, waiting for the history on his suck buddy. "Your guess is as good as mine" Barry's voice trailed off. "I lost a number of years with that guy. It was almost like he went into hiding."
Fred looked disappointed. This guy he hoped he was getting close to, was still an enigma. His other friends who were concerned about him quickly changed the topic. "When do we start on the house?" Charlie asked.
"I have to draw up plans, see if we need an architect, and hopefully see if Mike is available to be the general contractor. I want to get in gear by the end of the month, with the whole house done by summer."
"We don't need Mike, you know enough guys to be the general contractor Kyle." I could see that Pete was bristling at the mention of his name.
"I have my business to run, and Mike knows more of the trades than I do." I wasn't sure why Pete was concerned about Mike. Mike certainly had been there for Fred during his brush with the law. "I need Mike to keep us on track."
"So be it, it's your house after all." Again I felt the undercurrent in Pete's words and voice. Was Pete really jealous of our straight friend?
We finished breakfast as we made small talk. The guys started their goodbyes soon after, and shortly we found ourselves alone. I commenced the clean up and Pete plopped down on the couch. While placing the dishes in the sink Pete stopped me. "Kyle, there's a spot on the couch for you, the dishes can wait"
I knew they could, so I stopped what I was doing, walked to the couch, and fell into his arms. He hugged me close and whispered into my ear, softly nibbling between words. "If I had my way this is how we would spend every waking hour. No work, no remodel, just you in my arms."
I could happily agree with him, but I knew the reality. Pete had lost friends the last time he cut off from the world. Though we both knew how much we enjoyed our quiet time, neither could argue how important our friends had become over the last few months. They were our family now, however rag tag some of them might be.
I quietly sat in his strong embrace. Plans for the future of my house became clearer in my mind. This would no longer be a dream, but something concrete.
I could sense the change in his breathing which usually signaled sleep. Not wanting to waste a beautiful New Years Day, I nudged Pete. "Why don't we take the snow shoes up to Chester Bowl and check out some of the trails. It'll be a great way to work off breakfast."
He reluctantly agreed and soon we were dressed and driving his truck to Chester Bowl, nestled in the eastern side of Duluth. For such a cold day the park was bustling with skiers, but we were there to check out the hiking trails that would be perfect for our "shoes".
I let Pete lead the way, and he decided to pick a challenging trail, one that took advantage of the changes in elevation that Duluth is known for. He was a few strides ahead of me as he looked over his shoulder. "Can't keep up with the old man?" Pete challenged me. Of course that made me strive harder to catch up, and soon I passed him on the right, then took a fork that brought us further up the hill.
I got to a clearing that gave us a good vantage point for the neighborhood. I stopped, gathered my breath, then waited a second for Pete to join me. He too was short of breath when he got there, wanted to trudge on, but soon saw why I stopped.
"This city never ceases to amaze me. Look at the beauty of nature, right in the heart of town." Pete was getting philosophical, but I wasn't complaining. "The best thing, I am sharing it with you Kyle."
Damned if he wasn't getting misty eyed. My hard as nails wrestler was showing his soft side, declaring his love for a town, and a man, and I happened to be that lucky man. "Let's head back down. I'll take you to dinner at "our place" then we can go home for dessert." We took the path down, pacing ourselves this time. As we joined the main trail we were passed by a couple of men on cross country skis. Something about the two made me peg them as a couple. In a few short minutes we were at our truck taking off our shoes.
The cross country skiers doubled back and started to take off their gear near the Jeep parked next to us. "Beautiful day outside isn't it?" the taller of the two said.
"Yes, one of those days that would be wasted inside, even in this cold" Pete said.
"Are you new to Duluth, I haven't seen you two snow shoe out here before, and we ski almost every chance we get" the shorter one said.
"I've lived here three years, and Pete, all his life" I responded.
"How long have you two been together?" the taller one asked, "If I can be that presumptuous?"
"Just a few months" I offered for Pete, who was obviously tongue tied.
"Well it's great meeting you two, hope we can run into you again." The shorter one said as he strapped the skis to the roof of their Jeep.
Pete hurriedly got into the truck as I slowly joined him. I heard the taller guy say as I closed the door "That one called Pete looks familiar, but I just can't place him."
Pete started up the truck, laying heavy on the gas. As it rumbled to life he looked over me with an evident snarl. "Is it that obvious?"
"Call it intuition, call it gaydar, call it being a good detective, you just have to admit that we have an evident intimacy that anyone can see if they look close enough."
Pete pulled out of the lot and into the city streets. He took a convoluted route to the diner, quietly brooding the entire way. We parked at the diner. It was mid afternoon and the lot was already starting to fill up. The hostess greeted us. "The usual booth boys?" Pete nodded as she sat us.
Our favorite waitress Amber greeted us "My favorite twosome, want the usual black coffees?" We nodded as she walked off.
"Fuck, do they have us figured out too? I remember when I used to come here a few years back all the waitresses would flirt with ole Pete here."
"That is no longer appropriate babe, nothing more, nothing less. Don't sweat it."
We ordered and ate as Pete slowly came out of his funk. I caught him looking at me a few times. I winked at him, he ignored me. I tapped out our 1-4-3 signal, he looked the other way. Finally I went for broke and made a suggestive gesture with the pickle that was on my plate.
Pete started to chuckle. "Damn Kyle, you do it every time." He reached across the table to grasp my wrist. "That's why I love you babe, and who cares who knows" he said looking right into my eyes.
"My guess is you two are having dessert at home as usual." Amber said as she brought us the check. "By the way, I think it's sweet what he said. I think you both are lucky."
Pete wiped his face with his napkin and then looked at Amber. "We are lucky Amber, thanks for noticing. He is the best thing that ever happened to me." Pete threw down two twenties "That oughta be enough." he said as we got up.
"That tip is more than generous Pete."
"She deserved it. Besides she is right, I am getting my dessert at home. One of us is going to be cream filled, I am just not sure who."
As we got into the truck my phone vibrated. I looked at it and realized it was from Fred. "I'll let this go to message and talk to him later" I said. "Gotta go home and have some dessert." We drove towards home, my phone vibrated again. I looked at it, "Fred again, persistent guy isn't he?"
"Answer him, you got the time" Pete interjected.
"I'll wait `til later" I have a husband who need dessert."
The sun was quickly setting over the hill as we drove down the freeway to Grand Avenue. By the time we got to our house there was a purple glow to the east which faded to pink in the west.. I pulled out my keys, opened the door, and shouted "Beat you to the bedroom" I took the steps in sets of three as I bounded up, and quickly discarded clothes in the upstairs hallway.
I was almost naked when I landed on our bed. I only had my shorts to kick off as Pete walked in. "What's the rush babe?" he said as he took off his jacket.
"Just trying to please my man" I said.
"Everything you do pleases me." He pulled his flannel shirt over his head "I am just not the best at expressing it, and the one time I do in public I get caught." Pete unbuckled his belt and shucked his pants. "Although I gotta admit it felt great letting a stranger know."
"Pete, I think a blind man would know what we feel for each other." By this time Pete was standing there, wearing only his shorts. The pouch was filled to the max with his engorged dick. "A blind man could also see that damn dick of yours."
He pulled off his shorts, then joined me on the bed. His face was close to mine, his cock wrestled with my own. "I was hoping for a replay of last night, your dick riding my hole" he whispered. "But I have a sudden need to fuck your brains out.
Pete straddled me, one knee on each side of me as he went in for a kiss. His right hand cradled my neck as he pulled my face closer, his thick cock rested on my belly. We kissed deeply. I tasted a hint of his dinner with a touch of coffee, but mainly I tasted the man I loved. He started to take a tour down my torso, peppering my chest and stomach with kisses. His knees went back, nudging my legs apart. His thick dick rested against mine as he looked me in my eyes.
"I need this. I hope you understand" he said as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He nudged my hole with his cock. His foreskin rolled back, the pre-cum that was pooled there helped ease entry, but he added some spit to help lubricate my butt. "There, that oughta do it" he said as he rolled back his head, bit his lower lip, and eased his length into me.
"Oh SHIT Babe. Almost too much" I clenched my teeth as he bottomed out My ass spasmed at the intrusion. I don't know if I wasn't lubed enough, or just not ready for him, but his dick felt bigger than ever.
"You can take it Kyle. You are the man who can" Pete said as he started to grind into me. "I realized it last night during the match. You are the man who can do anything. If you can take on a real wrestler, than you can take any fucking dick if you set your mind to it." He hunched up, raising my legs higher, changing the line of attack on my ass.
"Kyle, this is going to be our year, you and I are going to be unstoppable, I don't care who the fuck knows it." By now Pete was slamming away at my butt. He was right, I was opening up for him, clamping down to let him know he was fucking a real man. Someone who could take whatever he could dish out.
"OH HELL YEAH' I grunted. "Keep hitting that spot." I heard the buzzing of my phone in the hallway. "Call back later, I'm being taken to heaven" I yelled to the phone
Pete kept slamming away, hitting parts of my ass he hadn't hit before. "Maybe it's something important babe, I can wait." he slowed his grinding for a moment, "Maybe it's your family, something about your mother."
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me." I said through clenched teeth. The sound of his phone ringing gave me a reprieve. "See babe, it's not my family, they don't have your number yet."
Pete picked up the pace, lifting my knees again to get better leverage. "I'm going to seed your ass and soon babe. If you think you threw me a good fuck last night you have no idea the torrent I am going to unleash on your ass." Once again his head rolled back and he bit his lower lip as he started doing short quick jabs at my hole. "Oh Yeah, here it comes hubby. FUCK YEAH"
He thrust his dick deep in me, somehow deeper than it ever had been before. I felt the warmth spread, warmth that was accompanied by a whimper, then a chuckle, then a full out belly laugh. The laughter caused his cock to spasm , sending more cream into my ass.
His laughing continued as he pulled his dick out of my butt and collapsed on top of me. I was almost annoyed. "What's so damned funny?" I demanded sounding perturbed.
"Nothing" he chuckled. "But you know how you have that hot spot. I can turn you into a quivering mass of jelly without even touching you? Well I think you just did that to me. I don't think I have ever cum like that before in my life."
"Where is this secret spot?" I was playing back the last few minutes in my mind, I didn't know what I did to set him off like I did, but I had to find out.
"You'll have to figure it out yourself. Forget about it, let's just enjoy this glow." He threw his arms around me, spooning me, his still wet dick nestled against my still sensitive ass. "Yeah my man, I could stay like this for hours. No interruptions, no other needs."
We were slowly drifting off into a post sex stupor when we heard a noise. Pete bolted upright. "Sounds like someone is trying to break the door down, let me go see what's up." He threw on a robe and ran down stairs. I grabbed some sweat pants and soon joined him
It was Charlie and Angelo, talking quietly to Pete. They saw me come down the steps. Pete looked toward me with a helpless look on his face.
"What`s up guys?"
"It`s Fred, we have no idea where he is and we need your help" Angelo explained. We were sitting around the house when he left, almost nonchalantly. We thought nothing of it until we went upstairs to the office and saw the computer was still on. Fred got a Dear John email from Omar. It was to the point, Omar took the blame, but would not explain himself. It was the usual, It's me, not you Fred... blah blah blah. What is up with men? Do real honest men exist anymore?"
Pete said "Yes real men do exist." He looked at me. "And when you find him you better do your best to keep him."
"I don't know that I am deserving of praise right now Pete. Guys, I got a couple of calls from Fred, and I was so hell bent on getting fucked, I ignored him. I hope it is not too late."
"Maybe he left a message" Pete interjected. "Kyle, go find that phone"
"I'll help you" said Charlie. As we were walking up the steps Charlie put his arm around me. "Don't beat yourself up because you got busy instead of taking a phone call." He leaned in closer. "Pheww brother you reek of sex. Not that I blame you. Hell, Angelo is such a hot bottom I never get fucked anymore..."
I found my pants. I had kicked them into the guest room, I grabbed the phone from the pocket and opened it to find two messages from Fred and one from Charlie. While I listened to the messages from Fred, Charlie kept chattering away about his need to be fucked and soon.
Calmly I slipped off my sweats. Whoa I did reek of sex, not that there was anything I could do about it at the moment. I slipped on my jeans, grabbed the shirt and jacket from the hall, then found a pair of shoes and socks. Charlie followed me downstairs, still chattering away.
I looked at Pete. "Get dressed, I think I know where Fred is."