A Year In The Life
Ice Dreams, 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.
If this is your first trip to my series, I suggest you start at the beginning, Snowplow. You will get to know the characters more.
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The first few days of January 2000 set the tone for the rest of the month. My graphics business was back in high gear as we added new clients including my new architect, Van, Brent visited often, working out plans on a CAD program he added to Charlie's computer. He saw it as a gratis apprenticeship, but I insisted he bill me for his legwork and design work.
And finally, Mike signed off as general contractor. With the preliminary plans from Brent in his hands, he submitted a budget which wisely included a contingency fund. Who knew what remodeling would reveal of the old structure and it's short comings, so we were prepared.
Pete and I got into our own routine. As predicted Monday was Antiques Roadshow night. It got to the point where the pizza place had our pie ready when I drove through West Duluth on the way home. Our table at the bar was always ready for Tuesday, Wednesday was time to go over the progress on the house, but the rest of the week was "us time."
We would poke around the internet together, watch some DIY show on TV, or take a moonlight snowshoe through our backyards. We connected with the two cross country skiers a few times but oddly we never exchanged names. The sauna, shower and sling each got a workout. We didn't see a need to take the sling down since it had become Pete's favorite place to play with my ass. It probably would have remained up the whole month except for a chance phone call from my oldest brother.
John called to let me know that he, the wife and the twins were coming up for a snowboarding weekend at Spirit Mountain.. They wanted to know if we could get together on Saturday night for some dinner, possibly see the house finally. I took opportunity to let John know that I had moved in with Pete. The quiet at the other end of the line let me know he was thinking it over. He finally said "You two seem good for each other, I hope this works out for you." This was as close as I was going to get as support from my older brother, so I took it.
We made plans for the weekend. Pete quickly de-sexed the workout room once again, the sling was replaced by punching bags. He also thought through a menu that would be kid friendly, yet show his skills.
Saturday the 22nd started out perfectly for my brother and his family. The sun made snowboarding fun as the twins tried out some trick moves. I joined Kate on the slopes, drinking cocoa while we watched them hot dog.
As it happens in the northland, the weather changed abruptly. A strong wind came off the lake accompanied first with some flakes then a healthy snowfall. The wind soon barreled up the slopes, draining the twins of their enthusiasm. I made a quick call to Pete who came up with an alternate plan.
I suggested to John and Kate that we should meet Pete at a local Pool Hall. John didn't sound too receptive to having his boys at a pool hall. A quick reminder of the hours he spent at "Sam's" as a kid, was all it took to convince John that Jamie and Chris would be fine.
The snow didn't make driving all that impossible, so we were at the place within minutes after leaving the ski area. Pete was already shooting pool with someone he knew, The guy was getting a shellacking from Pete. Jamie and Chris watched enrapt at the show Pete was putting on.
He looked up from a shot. "My guys, I bet the two of you could even beat Bruno here." He joked. Kate and I ordered some snacks from the counter as Pete trounced Bruno. He then set up the table to give lessons to the twins. I had a flashback to our time down at Sam's while we were all teens. I think John was caught up in the same nostalgia watching his sons playing pool.
We walked over to the jukebox and put a few dollars in. There were CD's instead of 45's, dollars instead of quarters, but many of the same songs filled the box. We took turns picking songs, each one brought back memories. John played Van Morrison's "Have I Told You Lately" for Kate, I smiled knowing it also worked for Pete and I. I picked the Doobie Brother's Black Water, remembering how we played it as the B-side to an earlier Doobie 45. This was months before radio flipped the record and sent it to #1. I always smiled while listening to that song knowing that our small town was ahead of the curve.
As our selections started to play I watched Pete and the boys. He would take the time to point out possible shots and how to set up the next one. I got it all in theory, but in practice I was extremely inept at pool, so I left it to the master. There was a general ease in the place. A song would come on and one or all of us would start singing. John's selection of the Four Season's Sherry got everyone going. We all did our best falsetto `cept Pete who did his best bass.
Then finally the Van Morrison song came on. John held Kate closely as the piano introduction played. This was as close to PDA as you would ever see from the two. Pete looked up from the shot he was setting up. When the lyrics started he stood and looked in my eyes. The simple glance was not lost on John, Kate or the boys.
"Get a room guys" Chris said as he rolled his eyes. "And I'm talking about all of you." He stole the cue from Pete, and nudged him out of his way. "Here, let the pro do it" he said, then sank the shot, just how Pete intended for it to be made.
As our music ran out, we decided to head back to our place. John followed closely behind, Kate joined me, while the twins rode with their favorite uncle Pete. Kate and I caught up in those few minutes. We talked about subjects that couldn't and wouldn't be broached while John was around. Using my dad's old nickname for me she said "He's good for you Duke, and the boys love him. He would make a great dad."
I was speechless for a moment, mulling over that statement. I hadn't thought of kids, kids of my own at least in my whole life. I had known at a young age that I was gay. I had also decided I would never attempt to lead a straight life, you know, get married, have kids, lead a loveless life all to hide who I was. I didn't rush into anything, but simply came out over time, on a need to know basis. As my siblings and in-laws came to know this, the topic of raising a family was never mentioned, until that time.
Finally I thought of an answer. "I don't think that is in the cards for us. We'll just be the best uncles we can be to our nieces and nephews.'
We were at our house, Kate looked over. "I have no doubt you will do that."
Pete was already opening the door for the twins, Kate and I followed, joined by John. I could smell the chili simmering on the stove as we entered. Kate immediately walked into the kitchen and lifted the lid on the large pot., she already felt at home.
In fact I could have scripted her response to the home. I didn't have to give her the five cent tour, Kate lead the way. After putting down the lid on the chili, she went to the living room. She recited a list of her favorite things about it, the high ceilings, the mantle, the expansive windows. The wide stairs to the second floor were to her liking, as well as the tongue and groove ceilings, and views, especially from our bedroom.
She wasn't as enthused in the lower level, but John and the boys made up for that. With the sauna, shower room, workout room and the rec.-room, the lower level really was our man cave. The boys loved the wall of shame, and had a pose down with Pete who quickly assumed his Ivan character.
When we got upstairs Pete suggested we sit while he set up dinner. He put the chili and rice on the sideboard, and set out small bowls filled with the fixings. John remembered our college friend from Duluth, and told Kate and the twins what the rice was for. Pete emulated our Italian friend Connie and gestured towards the sideboard. "Mangia" he said. "Eat up, there's enough for seconds and thirds.
Things got quiet while everyone started to eat. Chris broke the silence. "Mom, Pete's chili is even better than yours." A stern look from Pete and John made Chris rethink his statement. "I mean it is almost as good as yours mom."
"Quick thinking there bucko" Kate said. "Actually Pete I might need your recipe, this is quite good."
"Who uses recipes when making chili? A bit of this, a dash of that. I sometimes use different meats depending on what is a good deal." Pete was right, he would just throw things together and they would turn out, he did agree to give her a list of what he used so she could experiment.
John was quiet most of the dinner, just watching his two boys chatter away, horsing around with Pete. He finally made an observation. "Pete, I don't understand why you don't have a pool table downstairs if you are such a good player."
Pete got serious for a moment. "John, there was a few years after wrestling where I cut myself off from the world. I would work, go home and just be to myself. I never had people over, so no need to have a reminder of that in my home. When I finally started to get out a bit more, that's when I really started to play, but only when I was out with friends.
"Well there is no reason you shouldn't have one now Uncle Pete" Jamie said. Pete smiled, partly at the message, but mainly at the "Uncle" part.
"Well if you guys come visit more often, your Uncle might have to do something about that." I could tell that Pete was thinking over it, but change wasn't easy for him. Having the "nephews" around really raised his spirits, so he may have a catalyst for the change.
We chatted for a bit, and would have talked longer, but the boys wanted to check out the hotel swimming pool. We decided that we would visit the next day before they left, join them for brunch, then a swim at the hotel. I warned them about my winter tan, or lack thereof, and they all laughed. Kate pointed out it would be a level playing field.
Pete held me extra tightly while we slept that night. I think he was feeling the warmth of being part of my family. I remembered dreaming of Sam's. Dad was talking to Sam and Pete about a new fishing rod he was looking at. Yes, in our small town, the local businesses had a lot of hyphens. Sam's was a bar-pool hall-bait shop-teen hangout. Dad looked at Pete "So what do you think of this one?"
Pete grabbed the fishing rod, felt the weight, pretended to cast with it. "You are the expert Roy, but my guess is you and Duke ought to be able to catch your award winning walleyes with this one. You know the hot spots on the lake, all you'll need is the right bait. I like the feel of this one, the weight of it. It just feels right in your hand."
I awoke in the middle of the dream. It was still very dark, the stars shone in the east sky. Pete's arms still were around me, his hard-on nudging between my cheeks, his right hand gripping my rod. I chuckled at the double entendres that were hidden in my dream. I also started to wonder how I could take this nostalgic dream about my dad, and my childhood, and pervert it by equating it with the erotic situation I was in at that moment. I decided to not question things, but enjoy the moment as it was happening. I wiggled my ass back towards Pete, and fell asleep in his arms.
Pete and I worked out for a bit after waking up the next day. We had some coffee, leaving room for the brunch. Pete wasn't a "person who brunched." Brunch was almost a foreign concept to him, but he made the effort for my family. He dressed up, I wore some of my new clothes, and we put swimming suits into a bag and headed to the hotel.
We enjoyed the brunch more than we thought. Pete's appetite was strong since he skipped breakfast, so he went back for more. There was a slight fight for the bill between John and Pete, but Pete ever the wrestler, won. There wasn't much time before they would have to check out for the weekend, so we went to their room to change.
The kids changed quickly while we caught up on some family news. Then John and Kate, and finally Pete and I changed into our suits. Kate's mouth was open when I walked out in my trunks. "Wow Duke, you really must be working out. I don't remember you looking this in shape at Rhonda's lake home.
Jamie joined in, foot in the mouth as always. "I thought guys dad's age were over the hill"
John gave him a stern look. "Remember who's driving you home, and what a long walk that would be."
Given our short time, the swimming was fun. Uncle Pete spent most of his time horsing around with the twins. I swam briefly, but spent most of my time catching up with Kate. We lounged at pool side, after a quick time in the whirlpool. At one point Pete came out of the water, his trunks clung suggestively to his endowment. I noticed it of course, but wondered if Kate did.
"Gee, no wonder you are always smiling." Yep, she noticed. "But if your brother is any indication, Pete should be smiling too."
Then as if on cue, Pete looked to us, winked, gave us a smile, and dove back into the water. He swam underwater for a great distance, then we laughed as he pulled the twins under the surface. All the while John intoned the "Theme From Jaws" and as the two boys were pulled under he said "I think we'll need a bigger boat."
All too soon we had to say our goodbyes. We toweled off as good as we could, dressed and left the foursome to their packing. While we were leaving the hotel, I got a phone call.
"Yeah, this is Kyle. Yeah I remember you, and that night, kinda hard to forget. In fact getting kinda hard now. You too? In town? Yeah, we can be over, nothing planned. Can you leave the truck there? Heading out tomorrow? I think we can handle it."
"Pete, change in plans, head over to Thompson Hill, we have a trucker to entertain."
"I could tell by the way your khakis there were tenting up. It will be fun to play with Wayne again, that's who it is, isn't it?"
The hotel wasn't far from the rest stop. We pulled in next to his rig. He looked down at us, gave that smile and a thumbs up, then killed the idling engine before jumping down. He turned towards the interior of his rig, showing us his fine ass, then grabbed a backpack. I got out, opened the door to the backseat and got in, leaving the passenger seat for Wayne.
"You don't have to do that" Wayne protested. "I can fit in the back quite easily."
"We can check that out later, but for now, you're our guest" I said. "What's on your agenda?"
He lifted an armpit, took a whiff. "Well right now I could use a shower, then after that, whatever you two want to do, is just fine with me."
Pete said "I don't mind my men, smelling like men, but we need to rinse off this pool smell, so I think we can oblige you. And I can think of any number of things we can do during and after the shower."
Our usual tour of the home was cut short. Pete grabbed Wayne as we entered. He held onto his ass as he gave him a deep kiss. Coming up for air he said "The shower's downstairs, you and Kyle get started, I'll join you in a few minutes." Wayne and I quickly discarded our clothes on the sectional. I led him into the shower, and started up two shower heads for us. I grabbed the soap and started to suds the trucker down. Damn he was solid. Our little interlude on Christmas day gave me no idea of how stout and rugged this man was. I loved passing the soap between us. I would scrub his stomach, he'd return the favor. Some guys who are this masculine recoil at the thought of kissing, not Wayne. I went in for a kiss while soaping the small of his back, he came back with an even deeper kiss.
All the while I heard a lot of clunking in the next room. I had an idea what was going on, but I wanted Wayne to be surprised. Things quieted for a minute, then Pete entered as Wayne was going down to his knees. "Looks like you started without me" he said "Not that I mind, carry on" he said as he stood by me, his hand on the small of my back.
Pete firmed up quickly, nine thick inches of my husband waved at Wayne. He looked at the two dicks offered to the trucker, and did his best bobbing between the two throbbing cocks. Again I caught myself for a moment. I was amazed at how quickly we went from being two loving uncles, to two rutting men.
Wayne had settled on Pete's dick for his main course, so I started to soap my man down. I went lightly, I had no doubt we were going to get messy again, but we had the pool chlorine to rinse away, I directed his back towards the shower, then got on my knees to feast on his ass. I tasted the chlorine, but mainly my man. My tongued trailed up his crack, I slowly rose to let my tongue continue on it's path.
Pete was being brought close to the edge by the two talented tongues. As mine snaked up his back, I noticed that the chlorine taste was gone, replaced by the clean flavor of Pete. I stood, nibbled on his neck, and steadied my husband as Wayne deep throated him. I whispered in his ear. "Getting close?"
He weakly nodded "T-t-too close"
I looked down at Wayne. "Time to move on to the next location. You're the guest, it will be your choice."
He let Pete's prick fall from his mouth, then rose unsteadily. We rinsed quickly, then grabbed towels to dry off. I showed him the options, the sauna or the workout room. At first I thought the sauna was the winner, but when he saw the sling, the decision was made. "Who's doing what?' Wayne asked.
"You're the guest, it's up to you."
He quickly got into the sling, his legs on either side of the chains. "You're up Kyle, I think Pete's too big for me, at least right now."
Damn, except for a change in the venue, this scenario was following my dream from a few weeks earlier. No ice storm involved, but I was about to sink my dick into this trucker's ass. Wayne looked even stronger in that sling. His gut tightened up as I stepped up and nudged his hole. Pete stood behind him, steadying the sling, his dick resting against Wayne's head
I grabbed the truckers thick cock with one hand, and steadied my other paw on his tight gut. While stroking that thickness, I slowly eased my mushroom head into his butt. Wayne's head rolled back at the invasion, Pete grabbed his meaty shoulders to keep him stable while I started to thrust in, A lusty smile crept cross Pete's face as he imagined what the trucker was feeling
"Fuck me buddy, I can handle it" Wayne grunted. "Pete, I got a throat ready for that dick of yours."
It wasn't empty long as Pete stepped around and angled Wayne's head to suck on his dick. I could see Wayne's adam's apple bob while he throated the thickness.
Our truck driving friend used his solid body to give us both a ride. He was not a docile man captive in a sling, but one sturdy fuck machine. Muscular waves that started at his chest, went through his gut and ended where his sphincter massaged my dick His biceps bulged as he held onto Pete, you could see the spasms in his throat as he suctioned Pete's prong.
I was holding on for the wild ride, I reached towards Pete, our hands knit together. I suddenly was reminded of the dream I had of our Architect Van, in this very sling. FUCK, another of my recent dreams was coming to life. I let go of Wayne's dick and twisted a nipple, sending another muscle spasm from his chest, down to my dick.
We were a textbook lesson in the laws of fucking physics. Wayne was the body at rest, and Pete and I were the external forces exerting pressure on him. Wayne was all man, and could take what we dished out. That became evident quickly, so I started to pile drive him while holding onto his butt. Pete held ground at the other end of the sling. His force was there, keeping Wayne stable and ready for my dick.
My dick was writing a thesis on Newton's Second Law. Pete's training had really paid off lately. For someone in my 40's, my body was at it's peak. I was starting to get the muscle mass that matched my physical mass. That mass, plus inspired acceleration, meant my dick was a mighty force on his ass. Oh fuck that trucker inspired me. He was taking what I was dishing out, and pleading for more.
"Goddammit Kyle FUCK ME" he shouted. "This man needs to be fucked. Yeah, that's the spot, KEEP HITTING THAT." He started to grit his teeth as I fucked him. I obliged him, hitting his prostate on each thrust. "That's it" he hissed. "That's it. KEEP IT UP!"
Well as you know, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Wayne responded every time I pounded his prostate. His sphincter would clamp down on my dick. His gut would tighten and waves of pleasure would course between us.
While Pete held him in place, that pile driving truck driver used his every muscle to milk my dick. Though he started out by nursing on Pete's pecker, Wayne had now put his attention entirely on me. "Gonna make you cum, make you fill my ass up. YEAH, give me that load" he exhorted, his wide smile letting me know he was enjoying this fuck.
He finally yelled "FILL ME UP" so I did. The last bit of my energy, my force, my mass shot into him. I trembled as final squirts of cum dribbled into his freshly fucked hole. He toyed with me by clamping down on my sensitive dick, making my knees weaker yet.
His gut was still heaving as I pulled out. We were both short of breath, but I gave his furry belly one last swat with my hand as it trembled. I staggered to the weight bench, and sat down, my legs finally gave out.
Pete and Wayne kissed while I laid back on the bench. It barely registered when Pete stepped around the man in the sling, and entered his ass. I only heard the action, saw nothing, as I drifted off.
I knew what was in the back of my mind as I put the key in the door. This was going to be the last time I did this. I would quietly deposit the key on the kitchen table, then walk out. But I heard noises. They were coming from downstairs. I could tell by the echo, they were in the workout room.
I could hear the voices, it sounded like our old truck driving buddy was visiting. "Oh fuck me Pete, FUCK ME"
I snuck up to the room. I heard Pete say "Your ass was made for this" so I peered around the corner Pete was giving Wayne's ass a royal fucking.
But then I saw it The man in the sling was a redhead.