Snowplow

A Year In The Life

Valentines Day Surprise Part 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 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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I think I was in shock laying there in our bed, suddenly alone. The bed, and the master suite loomed large, and I instantly felt small. Pete, the man who I had loved, the man who had shown tenderness and kindness to me just a few hours earlier, left me alone on this large bed because I was dreaming of another man.

Honestly, who could blame him. Pete had opened his heart and home to me. I had come to know them to be warm and loving, both heart and home, but I was feeling nothing but a cold emptiness right now. There was only a sliver of moonlight invading the darkness of the room. If I was in Pete's arms, I would be safe in our cave, but alone, it frightened me.

I didn't know what the fuck to do. All of my previous relationships had failed. Friends and family kept on saying it was the other guys fault, not mine But this time made me doubt every single one who said that.

I was ready to head home to the old farmhouse, my safety net, but I remembered a saying my dad used to say. "Don't cut something that can be untied." I had grown to know what that meant, and it never had more meaning than that cold night in our house. Hell, I was still thinking of it as our house, that had to count for something.

I got out of bed. I checked the upstairs bedrooms, no sign of Pete. A quick scan of the living room, kitchen and lower level came up empty. I looked out at the driveway, his truck was still there. I mean, where was a naked man going to go at this hour in frigid Northern Minnesota.

I then thought of one place, a place of pride for my man., it was parked in the garage. I opened the door where I was greeted by the blast of the electric heater running at full power. There was Pete, sitting in his classic Charger. His arms hugged the steering wheel, his head slumped forward., resting on his forearms.

I tapped the glass, he looked up at me. His eyes were red, I blamed myself for the tears. I motioned for Pete to unlock the doors, he reached over to do so. I opened the door.

"Before I let you enter, you gotta tell me you are going to cut through all of this bullshit and tell me what's really going on."

"I promise Pete, I don't want to feel this way again. Where do you want me to start?"

"Well let's start at what really happened in that booth tonight, and don't give me no shit about him being drunk, and it was just a dream because something is wrong here."

Pete had me there. "Before I tell you Pete, will you promise to let me take care of it?" His nod allowed me to continue. "I really hate to blame it on the beers, but Mike came on to me. I cut him short, but I feel as if he really wanted to fuck me Pete."

"I made it clear in no uncertain terms that nothing was going to happen." Damn Pete, what did you say at the work site yesterday? Something about "at least you bring it home" Yeah Mike makes my juices flow, but I always bring that sexual energy home to you."

"But Kyle. I'm giving you the ride of your life just a few minutes ago, and you scream out Mike's name. Damn babe, be in my shoes for a minute, how is that supposed to make me feel?"

"I know you don't want me to blame it on a dream, but it was just a dream. And speaking of shoes, it was my feet, in my shoes that put you into outer-space earlier. Pete what we have going on is amazing. You made love to me not once, but twice tonight, and I feel that if weren't for my twisted dream, we would have another notch on your belt. Pete, there is no denying that what we did was make love. It was tender, passionate, spontaneous, it shook me to the core. "

"I don't know how else to say it, but Mike means nothing to me. I mean other than friend and general contractor. Oh, he is eye candy, I don't deny that." I shut up before I said more, I knew I was only digging a deeper hole.

"Well don't you think that is a pretty unprofessional thing for a friend, and general contractor to do?" Pete made a very valid point. "I can only say he is lucky I didn't know what went on in that booth, or he would not be walking right now."

"See that is what I want to avoid. Let me handle this. I will talk to him tomorrow. You aren't expected to work on the house `til the next day. That oughta give you enough time to simmer down."

I felt that we had discussed the topic enough so I chanced it. "Why don't we finish this discussion in bed, I'll need my sleep if I plan on confronting Mike tomorrow with a clear mind."

"I dunno hubby, what if I give in and you scream his name again, hell even mutter his name. What was so great about that dream that he had you screaming?"

Just the fact that Pete called me hubby gave me hope. "Why don't you follow me inside to OUR bed and I can recreate it for you."

I don't know if it was a band-aid put on a major wound, but our little talk in his car worked. We left the garage and went up to our room. I did my best to recreate the dream, leaving out the rape overtones. I had Pete screaming out my name as I fucked him, although for shits and giggles he called me Justin at one point. I jabbed him extra hard which he actually liked.

The band-aid held through the next day as I sat down with Mike. It actually was easy since he came in with his tail between his legs. "Damn Kyle, I'm sorry. I really fucked up last night." Mike hesitated, possibly hoping I would cut him some slack, but I let him go on. "I said things I should never have said. My wife calls me a tease, first time I have ever done that with a man. Shit Kyle, I don't know what to think right now."

"Mike, I am trusting you with a huge remodel budget, I believe that we can get past this. I just hope that you and Pete can smooth things over, and I hope Angela never has to hear about what you did."

"Too late for that. I can never lie to that woman. It is my strength and curse at the same time. I told her everything last night. I musta babbled like a baby because when I left this morning she told me to stop looking at your ass. Damn, sorry Kyle, shit, I thought I could control this. I'll try to do a better job of it, cuz I really like you, and like this project. It gives my men a chance to do more than just slap up some drywall and stock molding.

"I trust you Mike, and I probably hold part of the blame. I never dissuaded you, and I can flirt with the best. However for the sake of our professional relationship, and both of our personal relationships, we have to watch what we do. Deal?"

"Deal!"

We shook on it. I already had so many images of Mike in my spank bank, and the contrite caring Mike that I shook hands with was filed away with the others for future use. We went right from our personal business to professional. He walked me through the days plans, what was going to be framed, who was going to be there, etc.

Fred came downstairs, it was convenient to have the head carpenter living on site. He joined us in the walk-through. Mike mentioned a job site that needed his supervision a bit more over the next few days. "Hey, I know what's going on here, why don't you leave me in charge. I know these plans forwards and backwards" Fred offered.

It was great to see Fred step up, plus it meant that Pete would have a few more days to calm himself. Mike looked hesitant, probably pigeon holing Fred as the semi-reliable drunk. "Sounds like a perfect plan" I said. "Give him a chance to show his abilities. Isn't that a great idea Mike?"

"You're the boss Kyle, but for the next few days Fred's the boss. See you guys Friday, I better scoot, I got a new guy over at the Severson's house. Do me proud" Mike hugged Fred, his broad shoulders strained the Carhartt jacket, pulling it up and revealing his canvas clad ass. Oh fuck! As I deposited that image in the spank bank, I sighed realizing I too needed a few days away from this man.

I was ready to leave for work when Fred stopped me. "Kyle, did I bite off more than I can chew? I sometimes think Mike undervalues me, now I gotta prove myself."

"Well, what would Mike do? Think of that, then think ahead a few steps."

"I think he would have this a bit more organized. I know a few of his other projects have his attention and he hasn't given this one the priority in his mind. For instance he doesn't have a work site office here. Maybe I'll set that up, just gotta figure out what I need."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. "Here's $40, if you need more, you know where my office is."

I made a quick call to my office telling them I would be late. Jean assured me I could take my time, so I stopped home to update a still naked Pete. I gave him the Readers Digest version of our talk, short and sweet. I told him of my ulterior motive in leaving Fred in charge, and he saw the benefits for Fred, and us.

"I'll be honest babe, I felt pretty damn low last night." His strong hand grabbed my ass, drawing me in. "But I have a feeling we'll get through this. We'll come out stronger on the other side." He kissed me. Damn, I was lucky to find a man who loved to kiss, and knew how to kiss. I quickly considered brushing off work, but remembered I had already lost one day of office work this week, due to the demolition we had done yesterday.

"We'll get through this, but your baby has to go make some money so he can afford to finish that house." Reluctantly I pushed away from our embrace.

I turned, and headed for the door, he followed. He was framed by the doorway as I opened the door to my car. "You know that IS a great ass, no wonder Mike wants you" Pete smirked.

"It's yours and yours alone Babe. 1-4-3 Babe" I got in and started the car. I gave him a wave then drove off to work. His naked body was framed by the doorway the entire time. Damn, another image to deposit in the spank bank.

Work was a rush that day. I gladly rode that freight train to the end because I wanted to walk through the progress with Pete and Fred. The crew was wrapping up when Pete and I got there. Pete inspected the framing work and was duly impressed. He saw how Fred had set him up for the electrical. Pete assured Fred that his job the next day would be a breeze due to these details.

What blew my mind was the mini office Fred set up in the basement. He had rummaged through some materials and created a wall with schedules, and white boards. There was a punch list for each project, and an over-all timeline. He found an old file cabinet I had forgotten about and organized all the paper work and bills for the remodel. The plans had their protected spot on a make shift desk. The haphazard desk from last nights dream wasn't evident. I sighed knowing this dream was not coming true.

"How the hell did you get all of this done and supervise the crew?" I wanted to know.

"I was concentrating on this office, I missed lunch. Not that I really need lunch." he patted his ample gut to illustrate his point.

"Why don't we take you to dinner to make up for it. Kyle and I need a reason to celebrate, and you just might be that reason. Besides I'll probably need a designated driver, I feel like getting a little happy tonight. A big thick piece of meat, and some wine would probably do me good."

Pete's smile told me everything I needed to know. He was happy that we had entrusted our friend with more responsibility. He was relieved that Mike probably wouldn't be around the site for a few days. He was hungry, and most of all he was horny. Hopefully I could feed the last two for him tonight.

There was a pause in the conversation. Fred's stomach gurgled loudly. "Well that answers that" Pete said, "We're taking you out to the steakhouse tonight. We'll go change, pick you up in twenty. Wear something fancy, you're the foreman now, gotta dress the part."

Pete and I drove home and changed quickly. I went into the spare bedroom and found an old shirt I hadn't worn in a while. My wardrobe had gotten simpler living in Duluth, so this shirt from a Chicago shopping spree, reflected a bit of the old me. The new me filled it out a bit more. I pulled on a pair of slacks from that same Chicago store. They were the tiniest bit loose in the waist, but the thighs were close to being too tight. I decided to top it off with dress shoes. I caught a glimpse in the mirror and thought "Damn, is that me?"

I went next door to find that Pete too was dressing up. He was bending over tying his shoes. His ass made the off-the-rack dress pants look tailor made. "Fuck" I thought, another image for the spank bank.

He stood and saw me. He stopped, his jaw went slack. "Babe, if we didn't promise Fred dinner, I'd make love to you right now. You've never looked better. I thought you looked hot this morning getting into the car. Damn hubby, I hate to admit it, but I sat down on the chair and jerked off with that image on my mind."

I smiled at the image of my old childhood crush jerking off thinking of me. So old Pete had me in his own spank bank. "Save that thought for later, we need to pick up Fred." I closed the distance between the two of us and gave my man a big kiss. I felt his dick and ass through his slacks and made a mental note to plan "dress up" dates more often if this is what happens. "Let's get going."

We picked up Fred, who quite frankly cleaned up nicely. He had done his best finding a shirt that fit his bull-neck. He added a tie, which had to be cinched loosely to accommodate his thick neck and unbuttoned collar. Fred jumped in the back seat. "So how do I look?"

"You look good enough to eat, but then again I am into beef" I chuckled at my lame joke.

"I have a feeling you are going to get all you can eat tonight" Pete said, putting his truck into gear, then headed to the steakhouse. The hostess recognized us upon arrival and sat us in Justin's area. Justin was professional and attentive. From observation I knew he wasn't treating us any differently from the other diners which I appreciated.. He did have a hierarchy at our table however. Pete was offered the menus first, he tasted the wine, and even ordered for all of us. Chances are Fred would have steered clear of a more expensive cut, so Pete took the option off the table.

I caught Pete stealing looks at Justin's ass. I must admit he looked fine in his crisp black trousers. "Just so long as you bring it home to me." I whispered in his ear.

"Oh you caught that?" Pete said. "I must be too obvious."

"You've been obvious since the first time you saw that little fireplug." I don't know if this innocent act was a way to deflect suspicion, but I played along. I wanted to tread lightly after our fight last night.

I also wanted the spotlight on Fred, so I asked him details about his plans for the office. He was especially animated about the woodwork in the office. "I've heard of a company reclaiming century old wood from the waters of Lake Superior. I'll get a sample and run it past Van and Brent for their approval if it fits in the budget."

I was glad to hear the "budget" word. Bills were starting to accumulate, and I worried we were going to speed past the budget and start using contingency. Fred was quick to assure me that he would run a tight ship while he was in charge.

All too soon we had to leave. Pete picked up the tab, and maybe I was seeing things, but I could have sworn that Justin left a note in addition to the check. Pete eyed it quickly, then slipped it into his pants pocket.

If it was a lovers note to Pete, you couldn't tell by the attention he gave me on the ride home. Fred drove, so we sat our happy asses down in the back seat. I should say we sprawled. Pete hugged me, keeping a low profile while whispering in my ear. "Damn hubby, you sure look fine tonight." He kept up the sweet talk, nibbled on my ears, holding me tight the entire ride. "I've got great plans for you tonight babe" he said, then licked my hot spot.

My shiver was audible, causing Fred to look in the rear view mirror. "Damn you guys are the picture perfect couple, Where can I get one my own?"

The fifteen minute ride home ended too quickly for my taste, but Pete extended the mood by opening a bottle of red and bringing it upstairs with us. He placed the bottle and glasses on the table near his easy chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and sat down on the chair, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair.

"Strip" he said. I started to undo my shirt buttons. "Slowly" he said I took my time on the next four buttons. "Turn" he said "I want your back to me. Undo the cuffs" I followed his instructions line for line. "Let the shirt fall from your shoulders." I shrugged the shirt off, letting it fall slowly. I started for my belt. "Did I tell you to do that?"

"No" I said, stopping in my tracks. Somewhere this became his fantasy, so I was happy to play along.

"Bend over, untie those shoes, one at a time." My moves were deliberate following his instructions. I moved my ass slowly as I untied the shoes. I didn't know if this was the show he wanted, but it was the show I gave him. "Stand" he said. "Unbuckle the belt, slowly remove it, then throw it on the bed." I took my sweet time undoing that belt.

In the stillness of the bedroom I heard his belt being undone. Seconds after my belt hit the bed, it was joined by his. "Now unzip and lose those pants." I did, letting them fall to the floor. In the heat of this strip tease I barely registered that my cock was tenting out my underwear. I started to turn but was stilled by a sharp "STOP."

I heard Pete rise from the chair. He came from behind and finished my strip tease for me. He hugged me, then slipped my shorts down over my cock and ass. He slowly lowered them down my legs, lifted each leg, and pulled off each shoe, then each sock, gently putting them aside. He then told me to step out my slacks and shorts.

"Stay here" he said, then went back to the chair, I heard him take the bottle of wine and pour two glasses. He returned, rubbing the one glass against my spine. I shivered involuntarily. He reached around, offering the one glass to me. "Now you can turn"

I turned. Pete had also undressed. I looked up and down the man I loved and then looked into his eyes. There was an intensity I had never seen before. "I think we need to talk." I had heard those words before from Pete, they worried me. I took a gulp of wine, this was no time for a sip. He let me swallow, then took my glass and placed it on the table near the chair beside his.

He sat, motioned for me to sit on his lap, so I did. "Kyle, while you and Fred were making decorating plans, I did some thinking. You know how we have had an open relationship, I want to close something. I think we should declare our asses off limits to anyone but the two of us."

I was silent, reached for my wine, took another gulp, so he continued. "You can think about it, I mean I don't run this ship, I think we do together, well I hope we do together."

He was cute getting all tongue tied, so I threw him some rope. "Pete, I could go the rest of my life and only make love to you, the rest is just sex. Beside when I play, or show love to another man, that doesn't mean I have any less love for you. Love is not finite like a pie, If I give someone else a slice, it doesn't mean I have one less slice available for you."

"When did we talk about pie? I'm talking about that fine ass of yours." Pete chuckled, wiggled his dick against my ass. "You can think about it Kyle."

I couldn't bear it any longer. "Pete, this ass is yours and yours alone, as long as you prove you are worthy of it tonight. Fuck me, fuck me like you never have before, earn it Pete."

He pulled us face to face, a leer grew across that masculine face. "That's what the belts are for."

I took another gulp of wine, yep, gulps were needed that night. He refilled my glass. "Drink up." he said, then took a sip of his own.

He nudged me off his lap. "Get on the bed. The intense look had returned. Luckily it strengthened me, rather than scare me. I laid down on the bed, pushing the belts aside. He picked up my socks, then walked to the bed giving me instructions. "Lay on your side, put your wrists together, and your ankles together." He wrapped a sock around the wrists, then the ankles, "This will cushion the belts, I don't want to damage the goods."

Even in this mild attempt at bondage, Pete was thinking of my well being. He then gently strapped my ankles, then my wrists with the belts. I was bound, but not uncomfortable. "Lay on your back now Babe, put your arms over your head." I followed his instructions. He rewarded me by pulling my body down to the edge of the bed.

Pete lifted my strapped ankles, and slapped his dick against my ass. "I'm going to show you Kyle that this is the only dick you ever need in your ass. Not Rodney's, not Charlie's, not Barry's. I will make sure you are never screaming Mike's name again."

He held my strapped ankles high. "Your ass deserves the best, it deserves to be honored, to be fed only the best dick and tongue." With that Pete's face found my hole. He inhaled deeply, then started lapping at the hairy crack offered to him. "No one else needs to taste this butt, this is my reward for loving you."

If this were a contract, I was ready to sign on the dotted line, but my bound hands made that impossible. Instead I writhed, opening and closing my butt to his invading tongue. "Yeah, you like that idea, your butt is telling me so."

"Yes Pete, only your tongue is worthy of my butt."

He nibbled out to my ass cheeks, lifting my bound legs with one hand, kneading my butt with the other. "As hot as your ass was in those slacks, it is even hotter out of them babe." His voice trailed off as he went back to licking at my hole. "Making sure you are spit-lubed, it's all we need tonight" His tongue burrowed further into my ass. The hand that was fondling my butt went around to find my rigid, pre-cum leaking dick. "Damn Kyle, you're primed and ready."

He rubbed my mushroom knob, collecting as much pre-cum as possible. He took that slime and added it to the spit that was covering my hole. He pushed one thick finger in, then two, then three. He prodded my ass with all three, right down to his hefty palm.

"Damn right I'm ready Pete, FUCK ME." He stood, used both arms to lift my bound legs higher, lined up that dick and slid in balls deep. "AWWWWWW FUCK" For a second I felt powerless in the invasion. My strapped legs were under his control, my strapped hands limited their movement. I flailed for a bit, swinging my arms above my head. That movement went right to my butt hole.

"Fuck Yeah, flex that ass buddy." Pete moved my legs to one side to look me in the eyes. The wide smile on his face clued me in, his words made it clear. "Oooof babe, I don't need any other ass." he jabbed me to make his point, my sphincter fought back, gripping that thick invader forcibly. "And you don't need any other dick.

He pushed my legs back, the angle made my ass open up for his cock. He saw the effect, so he started to move my legs back and forth as he sawed into my butt. My ass-hole learned the new rhythm quickly and I was gripping his dick in time to his thrusts. "You know babe, you are just as talented as a bottom as you are a top. You already won my asshole for life with the fuck you gave it last night, I sure hope I am winning yours."

"Hell Yeah Pete. My ass is yours, you won it about the same time you won my heart. For a lifetime."

Something about what I said made Pete slow the speed. "Really? Lifetime?" He suddenly got very loving. Pete leaned forward and started to nuzzle my calves as he slowly screwed me. "If we have a lifetime, gotta make this last."

His right hand held my ankles, his left felt my heaving gut. It was undulating in time to this slower paced fuck. He made a fist with his hand, slowly thumped my belly. "Yeah I got all the man I need right here. When I met you, a part of you was still that awkward 15 year old with a crush on Ivan. Now you are all-man, ready to give back to whatever Pete dishes out." The way he talked about himself as both Ivan and Pete made me wish we would role play a bit more.

"He pulled out, then slowly lowered my legs so I was on my side. I brought my arms forward, and angled my ass for my man. Pete slowly re-entered my butt, spooning me, his head resting on my shoulder, his lips at my ear. "I got a lifetime to find the perfect angle to love my man. It ain't gonna be long enough." he said breathlessly.

I could sense he was getting close, so I worked my ass back and forth on his dick. Suddenly I was in control. The man with his hands and ankles bound was the captain of this ship. My whole insides were gripping his dick. Sure he was sending jolts of pleasure to my prostate, but my entire butt was pulling pleasure out of his prick.

"Gonna fill you up babe" he hissed. He bit my ear, made one last plunge, then I felt it as his whole body trembled. He started to shake as he unloaded in my ass. The man who started out in control, lost control as spasms made his entire self shake. "Oh Kyle" was all he could say as he laid there, his dick still spurting in my ass.

I milked it some more with my butt muscles. "Too much babe, too tender" he whispered but then made one last long stroke. The warmth of my man and his cum in my ass was almost too much to take. I wiggled my butt enjoying the feeling, but he pulled out slowly. He must have noticed a drop of cum escaping because he went in for one last taste.

He got off the bed, walked around to the side and pulled my body over by my cuffed wrists. This put me in the right spot to nurse on his slime covered dick. I savored the taste of my ass and his cum as he slowly unbound me. I felt empty as he went down to undo my ankles. He then rubbed my ankles and wrists. When they passed inspection he grabbed our wine glasses, filling them.

I crawled up on the bed, resting my back on the headboard. He returned to the bed, offering my glass to me. He joined me on the bed, and looked into my eyes, he held my jaw with his strong hand. "I think our ass-pact needs to be toasted to in order to make it official. To me owning your ass, and you owning mine. To a lifetime Kyle."

"To a lifetime Pete."