A Year In The Life
In Touch 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.
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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In Touch Part 1
I woke the next morning, alone. I looked up and noticed the tongue and groove ceiling of our bedroom. It was the evidence I needed, I knew last night wasn't a dream. Pete and I were back together for good hopefully. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a note on the easy chair near the window.
"Check your email."
I got up, pissed, then walked naked, down the hall to the upstairs office. The first thing I noticed was his calendar with the empty days. It warmed my heart to see the green X for last night, and this morning. My own computer was at my old home, still in the box that Pete left on the porch, so I signed onto his. I pulled up my email account, then saw the mail from Pete.
"Kyle
Sorry I couldn't sleep, I had so much on my mind.
Every day since I kicked you out, I sat down at this desk and I started to write to you, but I never could.
Every word I started to type seemed false.
Every lie I thought you said, stabbed me.
Every lie I told myself, hurt worse.
You asked me what you could do to get me back in your life, and honestly I didn't know. I just saw myself going down the same road I went down 27 years ago. Someone I thought I loved, was stolen by another man.
But in your touch last night I felt something I only ever felt with one person, you. I felt what love is supposed to be. We have an electricity, we have a connection.
Damn, it's funny the electrician didn't see this circuit diagram and it was staring him in the face.
Now it's about trust. I trust you to love me. I trust that my love is enough to earn your love.
But today I trust that your team won't miss you at work, and you will join me for a quick workout, then breakfast.
After that, I trust we will come up with something interesting to do.
1-4-3
Pete"
I went into the spare bedroom and found what was left of my stuff. I pulled together a respectable workout outfit, then headed down to the lower level. Pete was on the weight bench, wearing only a jock. "Damn and Damn" is what I thought. "Damn, does he look fine for someone 59 years old," and "Damn, I'm overdressed."
I hurriedly stepped out of my sweatpants, threw the sweatshirt over in the corner, then cleared my voice.
Pete stopped his workout and looked up. "I trust you read my email."
I laughed that he continued the theme of the email. It was then that I realized he had been listening to the same songs I had last night. "Just trust in me, like I trust in you" I thought to myself. Yes we had a musical connection in addition to our electrical one.
Pete got off the bench and closed the distance between us. He was sweaty from lifting weights, but I didn't mind. He used all of his strength to hug me. He pulled back for a moment, a signature move for him, as he stared into my eyes. "We are going back to basics. I need to show my man that his touch is all I need." He then flicked his index finger against my hot spot, completing the circuit that caused me to shiver uncontrollably.
Our workout that morning was simple. Everything we did involved the other's touch. From sit ups to weight lifting we were constantly in contact. Gentle kisses were offered as rewards, a pat on the butt for encouragement was far more sensual than the ones I remembered our High School coach gave the team.
In remembering my High School coach, I found myself realizing how Pete had bettered every one of my masculine role models from my teenage years. All of them, except one, my Dad. I wanted to prove to Pete that I was the man worthy of his love and trust, so I pushed myself that morning beyond my limits. I was tired and sore but Pete suggested a quick snow shoe, and I agreed.
The thaw in our relationship was almost matched by the weather. The thermometer outside the downstairs picture window showed that the temps had finally broke above zero. This may not seem like much, but after more than a week of double digits below, we were experiencing a heat wave.
We got dressed, then began to shoe one of the paths between our place, and my old farm house. I started to work up a sweat so I unzipped my jacket and let the cool air flow through.
Pete huffed between strides on the shoes. "I've missed this babe. Waking up with you, working out with you. Oh I missed the sex too, but aren't you the one to say "It isn't who you go to bed with, it's who you wake up with?"" Pete was right, I used to tell friends that when they would ask about our open relationship. Now I wondered if that open relationship was the reason we broke up.
I was about to bring up the subject when Pete said. "I believe that now more than ever. I have to trust the love between us, and even if you have an ounce of love for Mike, it isn't love denied to me."
I was surprised that Pete brought up Mike so quickly. We had just reached my property and you could see my farm house through the trees. There was a light in the upstairs bathroom, and I saw a quick glimpse of Angelo and Charlie horsing around as they were getting ready for their morning shower. I added them to the list of those who I would have to update.
We turned around just south of there, taking another trail back. About two-thirds of the way I caught my shoe on a branch hidden under the snow. I tumbled to the snow, the cold white stuff causing my neck to shiver. There was a slight pain in my hip as I fell, one that I brushed off.
"Falling head over heels for me huh?" Pete said offering me his hand.
I pulled him down on top of me "Too late for that, I fell months ago." We kissed and rolled around in the snow. The snowshoes made it awkward trying to get up from that embrace, but the struggle was fun. We brushed each other off then made the trek back home.
"I bet you have some people to update, maybe some roomies who are missing you, why don't you take care of that while I start breakfast."
I ran upstairs and grabbed my cell. Work was the easy one. When I told Jean I was taking a mental health day for a good reason, she knew right away where I was. The boys at my old house were a different matter. "Where have you been, we've been worried sick?" Charlie said.
"You didn't look too worried when you were fucking around with Angelo this morning in the bathroom. Draw the blind next time, there is a reason I put it there."
"Hey, the only ones who can see in there are wild animals, and the neighbors up the street. But if my guess it right, they fucked like bunnies last night so they might qualify for both categories."
Charlie had the ability to make me laugh. That laughter was evident on the other side of the phone. "So great to hear your laughter bud. I hope you and Pete got it worked out for good this time, b ecause you were a bear in the worse way this past couple of weeks."
Charlie was right. I was not myself, but one night spent with Pete was bringing the old me back. My friends had helped me through a tough time, and I definitely was looking for ways to pay them back. I thanked Charlie for his friendship, told him to pass along the good news to Angelo and Fred, then went downstairs to see Pete.
It was obvious that one night with me brought the old Pete back too. He was singing and dancing along to the radio while he made breakfast. The only other time I saw him dance was on New Years Eve, and he was just as clumsy this morning. I stayed a safe distance back and watched him. There was so much joy. Knowing I was the reason for it, brought a huge smile to my face.
I could have watched him forever, but I wanted to catch him during an up-tempo song. He was singing along to "I'll Be Around" while looking through the refrigerator. I snuck up on him and just as he was about to close the door I said "Does this club have a cover charge?"
He pulled back, dropped the container. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know you still can't dance, but you can sing my pants off."
"I'll remember that for later, but breakfast will be served as soon as you brew the coffee."
We were back! Yes I was thinking of us as a couple again. I ground the beans, then started the coffee maker. I decided the brew needed to be strong today so I added an extra scoop. The coffee was done as Pete was dishing up our plates. I poured two cups, then sat. Pete placed the plates down in front of our chairs, sat down, looking straight at me.
"Honey, 1-4-3, I love you."
Just then "I'm Stone In Love With You" by The Stylistics came on the radio. Over the years this was my song, when I would chance to dream about my ideal man. I am as talented of a singer as Pete is a dancer, but I sang along.
"I'm just a man, an average man Doing everything the best I can But if I could, I'd give the world to you"
Then the lyric that really connected.
"You might say That all I do Is dream my life away I guess it's true Cuz I'm stone in love with you"
I realized the obvious. "Was the radio playing last night when I was dreaming?"
"Yep, I held you in my arms tapping out the beat on your chest babe. I don't think I have ever been happier in my life."
"You can't dance, but I know you have rhythm, You'll have to find a way to show me that later on." I winked at Pete, stealing one of his signature moves.
"Oh, I will show you rhythm, and even though you can't carry a tune, I'll have you singing, We'll make beautiful music together."
"When do we start rehearsing?" I was ready to extend a metaphor for Pete, but I really wanted to get him in the sling, sheets or wherever we were going to be musical.
"As soon as you join the clean plate club." But remember I'm the conductor today."
I wolfed down the rest of my food, making an exaggerated effort of licking my plate. I gulped down the last of my coffee. "I'm ready babe, where and when.?"
"I said back to basics Babe, I'm taking you up to our bed."
Our bed. He didn't need to say more. I was going to make love to my man, in our bed. I got up, the simple move twisted my back, causing a sharp pain to go down my leg. "OOOOOOOOUCH, oh FUCK" I started to hobble on my leg.
Pete rapidly got up. "Put your arm around my shoulder, what's wrong?"
"I think I just aggravated something in my back. "It hurt a bit when I fell on the trail, but this time is stings like a motherfucker!" Another twinge emanated from my hip, down my leg, up my back. "OH SHIT!"
"Let's get you downstairs, I'll set up the massage table." Pete helped me navigate the steps. My back was in spasms and the pain shot through my leg. He placed me on the weight bench while he got the massage table from the closet. I was useless as he lifted me onto the table, then rolled me onto my belly. "Where does the pain start?"
I reached around with my right arm and pointed to the spot near my hip. "There babe, oomph, oh shit, another jolt."
"You probably pinched the sciatic nerve. Been there, done that myself. I'll do my best after we get these clothes off." He gingerly started to remove my shoes and socks, then lifted me slightly to pull off my sweats. He left my jock on for the time being, then slowly pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head. "Just breathe babe, I'll go get some massage oil."
I still had spasms, but I took his advice and slowed my breathing. I heard the soothing sounds of Al Green's "I'm Still In Love With You" coming from upstairs, which helped me slow my breathing even more.
Pete placed the massage oil on the corner of the table. "I'll be right back" he said, then darted upstairs. He must have flicked the switch on the intercom, because the music started playing in the workout room. By the time he got back, the music, and my breathing had soothed me so much, I didn't need a massage, but I didn't tell Pete.
Pete poured some oil into his palm, then rubbed his hands together. "Gotta warm up the oil babe. If not, the shock might cause another spasm." He then found the spot on my hip, and started to massage the oil in. "How does that feel Kyle?"
My "Gughhhh" was guttural. His touch was doing it to me again. The pain had left my body seconds before, but I wasn't going to tell Pete, I'm no idiot. The pain was replaced by pleasure as his palms worked their way from my hip to my butt. Pete was humming along to Al Green. His strong voice resonated, I felt the vibrations up my back. My shoulders shivered as he caressed my butt, he noticed it.
"Yeah, your touch does that to me too babe. I'm not stopping with the sciatic, I need to feel my man, make love to his full body. Gotta show you how much I missed you. Damn this ass." He started to knead my butt with both strong hands. It reminded me of that first night during the snowstorm. That night he was getting me ready to be fucked, today he was making love to me.
"Oh Kyle, I need this." With those words I felt Pete's face on my ass, his nose in my crack, his tongue on my hole. I flashed back to the first time he rimmed me, how it caught me off guard, much like this moment. He came up for air. "Still as good as the first time babe. I love how you taste."
So Pete was flashing back too, damn! "I remember every time with we made love Pete. I remember the first time I had your dick in my mouth, I remember your thumbs finding my hole, opening me up."
Pete grabbed the massage oil, flipped the cap, and let a stream of it fall into my crack. Then his strong hands grabbed each cheek, while the thumbs started to massage their way towards my hole. "Like this Kyle? I remember that. I thought it was the prettiest ass I ever saw, and it looks even better now."
His thumbs started to wrestle their way into my hole, opening it wider with each invasion. I forget what song was on the radio when he did this, but each thumb kept time to the music, alternating, thrusting deeper. I was totally relaxed at that point and soon both thumbs were taking residency in my hole as he pushed them in deeper. My right arm reached back and found Pete's sweatpants clad crotch. I massaged the thick nine inches I knew would be there. "Lose the pants babe."
"Keep this up and I won't be able to complete the massage."
"We got all day Pete, I need a deep massage now." The crack in my voice made us both realize how badly I needed to feel my man fuck me, love me, touch me.
"Oh I get that babe, I needed you in me last night, just like I need to be in you now." Pete pulled off my jock, then lifted me off the massage table, and carried me over to the sling. "Gotta look you in the eyes as I fill ya babe." He felt the same need as me. "Damn, why did we waste these two weeks by being apart?"
"Don't think of that, think of the lifetime we have left. Pete, I need you. Fuck me."
Right then Barry White's deep voice came on the radio.
"Feels so good You lying next to me"
Pete started to tease me, playing and singing along to the song, acting out the lyrics
"Give it up Ain't no use I can't deny myself if I wanted to"
His dick was slowly prodding my hole to the beat, inching in and out. His voice resonated again, singing what he knew, his dick filled in the rest.
"Hold back, no way This time it looks like love is here to stay"
He didn't hold back, he started to give me everything as he fucked me. Every inch was in me as he started to massage my gut, then my chest while his dick massaged my insides. All the while his eyes were locked on mine. His eyes, his voice, everything about him was expressing his love for me.
I gave it back. I started to grip his cock as he fucked me, rolling my ass muscles back and forth over it. It created a wave of pleasure that went right to my belly, which was also rippling. His dick was prodding my prostate, creating another wave of pleasure. My head rolled back as my cheeks went flush. I don't know if my moans were in the right key for the song, but Pete did have me singing, as promised.
He noticed and smiled. "Yeah that's it babe sing that song, I got the tempo, you just sing along." Pete got very playful, pile driving me, and tickling me at the same time. I was tingling big time, every nerve heightened as continued to love me, fuck me, touch me all over. I started to convulse in the sling, losing control.
"Oh GOD yes. Do that, Do that. Your butt is pulling it out of me babe."
I had really lost control of my body. My untouched hard-on was wagging back and forth, and suddenly started spurting, helicopter-like.
We both started to chuckle at the sight, my juice flying everywhere. What started as a chuckle, ended as a belly laugh, and my butt spasmed as always.
"Damn Kyle, you're pulling it out of me! Pete roared. Then he held me still while his ass bucked. I felt his own juice fill my well fucked butt, my sphincter gripped him for each spurt.
He was drained, his dick still embedded in me as he stretched his neck and let out a sigh. He then looked down at me in the sling. "No one else babe. No one else does this to me, loves me this way, makes me feel this good."
His smile and low laugh caused another round of shivers for me which went right down to my sphincter. Yes I was hardwired for this guy, and I saw what he meant when he talked about our circuit in the email. It was far more advanced than placing plug A in socket B.
The last shivers were too much for Pete however. "Too much, too much" he said, then slowly pulled out. He got on his knees and licked away some cum that tried to escape. Then he went to the other end of the sling and leaned over to kiss me. "I'm wiped out babe, let's go snuggle."
He used the little strength he had left to help me out of the sling and we walked naked, arm and arm up to the bedroom. I pulled the covers up, then held my man once again. Despite the early morning sun coming in the window, I soon heard his low snoring, felt it resonate against my arms as I hugged him.
It was my turn to watch him sleep. I got hard knowing this beautiful sleeping man was my lifetime lover. The radio was my background as I thought about my future with Pete, the remodel, and my friends. There was a warm up in our future with temperatures getting into the 40's in the next few days. I held my slumbering man tightly at that news.
Then I heard the sprightly reggae beat of Johnny Nash's "I Can See Clearly Now."
"I think I can make it now the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared"
In my mind I was listing all the things we had to do, but mainly all the ways the pain had gone. I was looking forward to the thaw, knowing what it had done for my love.
The man in my arms rumbled in his sleep, his ass moved back towards me. My dick slipped in, and I soon fell asleep. My list and plans could wait for a few hours.