A Year In The Life
World Of Wheels 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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World Of Wheels Part 1
March was really shaping up as a good antidote to the bleak last two weeks of February. The spring thaw was in full swing, and Pete was still on his high from his mini-celebrity status at the Pro Wrestling event at the DECC. One of his gear head friends had contacted him and convinced him to show his Charger at the local World Of Wheels show which was scheduled for the end of the month. Much of our spare time would be taken up by detailing his Plum Crazy masterpiece.
To top it off, he was doing this with his son, Derek. They were both going to show their cars. It amazed me how much the two of them had in common. They worked in home construction, worked out, were wrestling fiends and lovers of old cars. Derek had a 1960 Dodge Dart that he brought back with him from California. Yep, they shared a love for Mopar too. By coincidence our family had almost the very same car back in the day, so I was looking forward to seeing it.
The physical similarities also came to the forefront. I wondered how I missed them before, but now when I saw them together I noticed all the familial traits. Derek was Pete's son, that much was obvious. His relationship with Justin was growing too. Justin pulled back a bit after realizing he had hooked up with the son of a former lover, but he couldn't deny how he felt about Derek.
I was looking forward to attending the World of Wheels with my man and his son. I had gone to the World Of Wheels every previous year I had live in Duluth. I was like a kid in a candy store at WOW looking at all of the classic cars, and the toys from various vendors. As a kid, cars were my first love. I knew every car on the highway by my third birthday, and I could recite them all as we saw them. My dad would buy me Matchbox cars, and then Hot Wheels. The WOW auto show had over a hundred cars packed into the DECC, and as a treat for the adult kid in me, it was fun to look at the straight men who were there.
Unintentionally, I am a gay man who passes for straight. I could walk through the World of Wheels and look at the cars, and in many cases the men. Lets be honest. Not all of the guys were worth looking at, but there were a couple dozen that required closer inspection. I would make my trip around the show, scope out my favorite cars, and my favorite daddies, then make a return trip. I would look over the top cars, but also check out the men that turned my crank. I was cruising these guys, and no one was wiser.
There was one guy I noticed last year. To be honest I noticed his car first. A `34 Ford, deep navy blue with yellow to red scallops. It was a classic Hot Rod, with the perfect stance. The doors opened suicide-style, hinged in the rear. I had to get closer, yet keep my distance out of respect for this little gem. I peered into the interior, noticed the rolled and tucked upholstery, the billet dash.
I was caught in a trance by this car. Then a gruff "Like what you see?" knocked me out of that trance. I turned as I was saying "Damn right I do.." I was face to chest with 260 pounds of prime aged beef. "Nicest car here" I added, covering how I felt about the man. I stood to take in more of the man, and the car. He was tanned overall, his face deeply so. The white goatee that framed his thick lips was in stark contrast to the tan.
Everything about this guy was broad, his face, his chest, his arms, his hands. He offered me a broad hand to shake. "Al Prdczynski " he said and then gave me his card.
Al Prdczynski Certified Public Accountant The "Number Cruncher"
"Kyle Hansen, great to meet you. Your name is a mouthful, I`ll call you Al Phabet soup"
Al laughed a throaty laugh, then gave me the grand tour of his car, while my eyes took a grand tour of the man. He pointed out the engine detail, the hand pin striping, and the white sidewalls riding on chromed offset wheels. I noticed the silver hair poking above his t-shirt which was tucked into 38X30 Levis. Redwing boots completed his look, damn.
It was lucky I dressed for a wintry day because my jacket covered my crotch which was firming up. He absentmindedly scratched his own ample basket as he showed me his car. He was proud of it, that much I could tell. "Just got back from Florida last weekend. Spent the week detailing it, but don't worry, it ain't a trailer queen, I drive it, go ahead and check it out, I trust you."
He opened the door for me, gestured to sit, so I did. I wasn't sure how this man-mountain got into this low-slung car. The interior was spare, but every detail was spot on. After a minute he offered me a big paw to help me out. "A bunch of us meet for car shows almost weekly in the Summer Kyle. Check us out, and I will give you a ride."
Fuuuuck, he had me going. I took one more loop through the show, checking out cars, and guys, but nothing measured up to Al. I stopped at some of the vendors, and picked up a few vintage Hot Wheels to remind me of my youth. I had done my share of looking for the day and I was on the horny side. I walked by the `34 Ford. Al was sitting by it in a camp chair. "Still the hottest one here" I said and gave him a thumbs up.
"I meant it when I said I will give you a ride this Summer, we usually meet every Wednesday. Just follow any Hot Rod you see."
"I'll take you up on it' I said, then left the show into the March Friday night. I was already downtown so I decided, what the fuck, and went to the sauna. Downstairs I found a few men, nothing to compare to Al, but one or two that were "sauna worthy". My juices were flowing from the jolt that Al gave me, so I was in the mood for some closeness.
One guy benefited from my horniness. He was tanned also, about 5'10", 185 pounds of married man covered in blond fur. He had just got back from vacation in California and needed the heat of the sauna on that late March day. We talked for a bit, both stroking our dicks.
It didn't take long before we were sharing a room, I started sucking his dick, it was oozing pre-cum. He scooted around to feast on mine. We had a very satisfying sixty-nine going, I could have taken it to completion, or given up my ass to him, but he took me by surprise by sitting on my dick. What is it about married men and their need for my cock up their asses?
I figured if he was man enough to take my pecker, I was man enough to give it to him. So I flipped him onto his back, raised his legs and started to really screw him. His butt was covered in blond hair with a generous amount right by the hole. It was driving me over the edge, so I raised his legs a bit more, and started to ram into him.
His fist was a fury on his dick, stroking as if it was the last thing he was going to do. I slammed into him, he shot, hitting his open mouth with some of the cum, the rest covering his chest and face. I filled his furry ass, slowly pulling out as my breathing became normal.
I licked the cum off his face, and went in for a kiss. His hand told me no, I realized that even though I just had my dick in his ass, a kiss was too personal for this married man. The wild man from a few minutes before suddenly became quiet. He pointed to his wedding ring. "I had better shower before I head home, I can't go home smelling like this."
We each grabbed a shower. He paid no attention to me as I showered next to him, washing my wilting dick. We both dressed in the locker room, he had to get home to his wife, me to my home. He muttered a thanks as he left. The smile told me he enjoyed the fuck, as well as struggled with it.
It was sometime in July later that year when I took Al up on his promise. I saw a 1970 Dodge Challenger on Grand Avenue. I had nothing planned so I followed it to a local drive in. I parked along the street, my car didn't fit in with the classic cars that were on display. I started to walk through the lot. There were more than a handful that I remember from the World of Wheels. Some were works in progress, others vintage iron, almost bone stock.
I grabbed a burger from the drive in, and then started to look around. I didn't notice Al's car at first. There were a few cars to really pique my interest, and one or two guys too. I finally saw the scallops in the third and final row. As I was walking down the row, I caught Al's eye as he was sitting in his camp chair.
He smiled, got up, offered me his huge mitt. "Kyle, great to see you, finally taking me up on my offer?" I was taken aback. He introduced me to his friends as if we were long lost friends He offered me an extra camp chair to sit in while I ate my burger. He then pulled out a cooler that was painted and pin-striped to match his car, giving me a beer.
We shot the shit for a while, each guy talking about his car. I wasn't able to share in the conversation since I didn't have anything special, vehicle-wise. They encouraged me, but warned me that the hobby could get expensive. I was about to leave when Al stopped me. "Stick around, I'll give you the ride I promised you."
I couldn't pass this up. Al gave me another beer, but passed on one for himself. "I have to drive this heap, I need to be in control buddy." It was about 7:30 when the show started to break up, by 7:45 Al opened the passenger door. "Hop in buddy." he said and then he got into the drivers seat, and turned the key.
The engine rumbled to life. He pulled out of his spot, slowly driving through the parking lot. I could feel the pavement cracks as we drove in this low slung beast. His left arm rested on the door as he steered his car into traffic, and then onto Grand Avenue. His thick right hand rested on the shifter knob as we rolled through West Duluth.
His upper body consumed most of the space in the cramped quarters of his chopped and channeled Hot Rod. He would look over at me and grin as we drove through town. It was near impossible to carry on a conversation over the rumble of the engine. "I can't believe you remembered my name" I finally said, almost yelling to be heard over the engine.
"Easy to remember you Kyle" he said "Anyone with the balls to call me Al Phabet Soup is a friend in my book. Then there is the fact that you had the look of lust when I met you. I couldn't figure out if it was for me, or the car, or a bit of both." He put his hands on my thigh. "Both is my guest, I am right aren't I?"
He took his hand off my thigh, cupped the bulge in his jeans, and said "I promised you a ride, and I know you will like it. Like my name, this is more than a mouthful. I know this spot a few miles up the road..."
I was short of breath, and a bit, hell, a lot surprised by this turn of events. I reached over in his car, cupped the bulge. His dick was changing angles as we drove, so was mine. "Don't start something you can't stop" he said as I massaged his package.
"Oh, you will not be disappointed" I said as I unbuckled his belt. I unzipped his jeans, reached in and pulled out his dick. The fucker was not wearing underwear. "You're ready I see" I shouted over the sound of the engine.
"I was hoping you'd show up tonight, I have been horny all week, and only a nice piece of ass will take care of it." I stroked his dick as we drove, pulled mine out and did the same. We were pretty well matched in the endowment area. Between the two dicks I had almost 15 inches of steel hard thickness in my hands. "Don't get me too revved up Kyle. I've got a rear end to lube before I give you that ride I promised"
He drove past Gary New Duluth and we ended out in Fon Du Lac. He turned into a little side road that ended overlooking the St. Louis River. Al backed in, shut off the engine, I was ready, so was he, so I did my best to swoop down and start sucking his slightly thicker dick. I used my hands to slide up his belly, to his hair covered chest. He hiked up his shirt to allow access to my hand. My other hand caressed his balls as his dick was deep in my throat.
I took my hand off his balls, and used it to slide my shorts over my ass, and down around my legs. "No underwear for you either huh? Were you hoping for the same ride as I was?'
He had me there. His shifting hand went down my spine, over my butt while I was bent over sucking him. His fingers traced up and down my crack as I sucked him in that cramped quarters. "Don't get me too close Kyle, I promised you a ride." His thick index finger pushed it's way into my hole. I was ready.
I started to cramp up and bolted upright. "Let's take this outside" I said as I opened the door. The spot was secluded. There was a long forgotten picnic table overlooking the river. I walked bare-assed over to it, and kneeled on the bench, presenting my butt to Al.
He still had on his jeans, his dick sticking out of the fly. He walked, hell strutted over as I looked over my shoulder. "Time for that ride buddy, if you liked the car, you'll love this piston pumping." He threw off his shirt, shucked his jeans to his ankles, and then entered me in one fluid motion. "Damn Buddy, this was worth the wait" he said as he started to fuck me.
I don't know if it was the rush of fucking outside in the open air, or the fear of getting caught, but Al went into overdrive. He was thrusting into my ass like a well oiled machine I think our foreplay in the car put him on edge, and my tight butt sent him over. He wasn't fucking me more than a few minutes when he howled he was cumming. He filled my ass, pulled out of me, sat down on the bench and slowed his breathing as he came down from his fuck-high.
He then unexpectedly kissed me while I was stroking my dick. Something about that put me over the line. I started thumping my leg in rapid-fire movements, fisted my dick, and it went off like a Texas oil rig, shooting my cum high into the air, landing on the bench between us.
Al gained enough composure to hike up his pants. He went to his Hot Rod, found my shorts and threw them to me. I had just pulled them up, zipped them, when a guy in a fishing boat trolled around the bend.
"Beautiful Summer night isn't it?" the fisherman said. "It is nights like these that make those cold winter days do-able."
"Having any luck?" Al finally said.
"Not sure if I have the right bait" the guy said "How about you guys?"
"Oh we have the right bait, you should see what I caught earlier tonight" Al said as we got up from the table. As an afterthought he zipped his jeans. I am not sure if the guy caught that, or if he heard our howling earlier, but I appreciated our exquisite timing.
We drove back into town. Al had his hand on my knee when he wasn't shifting. He would look over at me, we'd exchange smirks. He finally pulled behind my car. "I should do this more often Kyle, I haven't had this much fun in years."
I had his number, we tried to set something up during late Summer, early Fall, but Al left for his Winter home in Florida before we could do it. In the end I doubt he would have been ready to connect with me in the same way that Pete has. I think that every experience you have, sets you up for what is really meant for you. Al was a fun interlude that set me up for the Pete.
Thinking back on that fun Summer night with Al made me appreciate what I had with Pete. I was looking forward to sharing my first World Of Wheels weekend with the man I loved, and our son. Shit, I was thinking of Derek as my son. I wondered if he was thinking of me as one of his dads.
It didn't take long to find out. Derek invited Pete and I over to work on his car, and grill up some steaks. It was the weekend before the show and it was Derek's last chance to detail his car since he had four full days of inspections lined up before he had Friday off for the show. He lived a few miles away in Morgan Park. Morgan Park was an old company town, built for workers in the now defunct steel mill. Derek owned one of the historic company homes, and was restoring it to better than new condition.
It soon became evident that Derek took pride in his home and car in much the same way as Pete did. He brought us out to the garage to show us his beauty. The red paint glowed under the trouble light hanging from the garage beam. Frankly it didn't need much detailing, but he drove it out onto the driveway to give them better light to do their work.
It was a relatively warm day for late March, with temperatures nudging the 60 degree mark. Derek gave us a run down of what he wanted accomplished. I am less mechanically inclined, so I offered to detail the tires and wheels. It was my favorite thing to do when I was young and it came time to wash the car. I would go grab an old tooth brush and get the white walls sparkling. The chrome wheels would get my attention next. I wasn't happy `til all four wheels looked showroom fresh.
My task was simple, so I watched my man and his son take care of their own jobs. Derek's pride in his car was manifested when he would pull Pete over and show him a detail. Their closeness was that of a father and his son. The midday sun helped warm the steel hulk as we worked on it. Both Pete and Derek stripped off their jackets and rolled up their sleeves while working on the car.
In another situation I probably would be getting turned on by the display of muscle and fur, but what I saw was the love of a father and a son. They were in sync, knowing what the other one needed without a word said. I broke away for a few minutes and played with Putski in the fenced in back yard. He was a rescue mutt, mainly Pit Bull, but completely loving.
The activity got my bladder going. It was my first time at Derek's and I didn't know the lay of the land. I walked back to the driveway, interrupted them. "Gotta.."
"Up the stairs and to the left" Derek said before I could finish my sentence. "And why don't you grab us a few beers on the way back."
I let myself into the back door. The vintage kitchen looked homey and well detailed. I walked past his den. There was the shrine to Ivan. Old posters of Ivan were flanked by newspaper clippings. I remembered that Derek admitted that he jerked off to images of Ivan, and the leather chair must have been his perch while doing so.
I realized then, the range of emotions that probably had been going through his mind over the last month or so. He had gone from wanting to be in a sling for Pete and I, to finding out that Pete was his dad. I am sure he struggled with that news, but the closeness I witnessed outside let me know he was dealing with it.
I ran up the stairs, worried that I was gone for too long. I pissed then walked past what must have been Derek's room. On the nightstand was a single picture of a young blond woman and small boy. The photo's faded color and their clothing let me know it was probably from the early 70's. I saw her in Derek's eyes and coloring, but the rest he got from Pete.
I ran back downstairs and grabbed some beers. They barely noticed my return, so I needn't worry about being gone too long. "Hand me that brush Dad" Derek said. Oh, hi dad, what do you think of my house?" he said looking up at me.
"Dad?" I didn't expect it.
"Yeah, I guess I got two dad's now, funny how things work out. I hope you don't mind me calling you that, it just slipped out."
"Not at all son." It too slipped out before I could think about it. Years ago I had written off the notion of ever having my own kids and here was with this man, seven years my junior, calling me Dad, and I thought of him as my son.
"Well this is special" Pete said. He stood and hugged the two of us. I am sure he was thinking the same thoughts as me. "Derek, I was worried that you were going to be resentful that it took you this long to find out who your father was. I realize there might still be issues you are dealing with, but I will do everything possible to be the father you need right now and in the future. I have many years to make up for."
"What's past is past Dad. Hey let's take a beer break while I show you my home."
Derek led us in through the back door though the kitchen. He pointed out the many details he had already worked on, and what was still left to do. I was impressed with his knowledge of the neighborhood. Morgan Park was it's own entity, a hidden gem tucked away between Grand Avenue and the river. In moving back to Duluth from California, home equity allowed Derek to afford one of the homes owned by management at the steel mill, not the more basic model rented by the average worker in the thirties.
That day was my first time inside one of these historic homes, and I drank in the details as would be expected. I started to see more of what made it Derek's home. Both Derek and Pete described his mother as a hippy, and there was a bohemian aspect to some of the furnishings. There were a few paintings on the walls. Each one had thick paint layered on with expressive strokes. I didn't need to see the signature to know it was his mother's work.
The refinished woodwork of the downstairs was 100% Derek, but like I saw earlier, the den was all Pete/Ivan. Derek pulled out scrap books that he made when he was 8. He had pictures of cars interspersed with wrestling photos. There were Hot Wheels ads cut out of comic books, we had that in common.
If Pete was overwhelmed by the mini shrine to him, there was one photo book that put him over the edge. It was filled with pictures of Derek and his mom. I recognized the neighborhood in the picture as being typical for the Iron Range town he was raised in. I even recognized his mom's hand bag as one that my aunt used to sell at craft shows during the summer. Most of all I saw a happy kid and mom.
Pete saw something entirely different. He saw what was missing. "Sorry I robbed you of a Dad, Derek. I only wish I'd been given a chance to be there for you."
"Mom knew you weren't the marrying kind. She had a different view on marriage anyway. She said if the love was strong enough, there was no need to be married. Plus you didn't love her Dad. My guess is you haven't known love, `til Kyle came along."
He then changed the subject. "You know, I think the car is ready for the show. It's time I grilled those steaks I promised you guys."
Derek showed Pete and I the living room, then returned with two more beers. He went out the back door where I heard the low rumble of the big block engine, silence, then the closing of the garage door. He returned about ten minutes later. "Got the coals going and the steaks have been marinating."
Pete had spent his time looking through the photo book. He looked up at his son. "You know she was a beautiful woman, but she's right, I didn't love her. Did she ever find her true love?"
"I think she had two. One guy, Carl, seemed to be the love of her life, but he had little time for me for some reason. Then there was Annie. It was never talked about, but the five years she lived with us in California, were the happiest years of Mom's life. It made it easy for me to come out to her later on, but she had this bad habit of trying to hook me up with boys, and we all know my type" he chuckled.
Pete laughed. "Yeah we do, but isn't Justin a bit of a boy, compared to you at least?"
"I'll admit he is younger than I usually go after, but he brings out the top in me. Oh fuck this is strange, talking to my dads about being a top. I can't say I ever thought it would happen, but I am glad I got someone like you to confide in."
Pete pulled Derek into a fatherly bear hug and kissed the top of his bald head. While that image alone would have launched thousands of erections if posted online, there was an innocent father/son love on display. Pete patted the sofa on the other side of then held out his strong arm for me. I joined them on the sofa, pulled in by Pete's strength.
Just then Putski jumped on Pete's lap. "I got all my men right here, how did I get so lucky?"
Putski barked. "Gotta go outside buddy?" Derek asked "It's time I start the steaks anyway. The coals should be just right."
Pete watched his son take Putski outside. "Does this make Putski our grandson?" Pete asked.
"I dunno, he resembles your side of the family, so maybe."
Pete held me tight then kissed me. "You know you're right." He shook his head. "I've been worrying ever since Barry brought up the subject. People in this situation usually face a lot of resentment. I have been lucky so far, but who knows when it may surface."
Pete was holding me tight, kissing me when Derek opened the back door. Putski ran into the living room and jumped on the sofa to the left of Pete, circled a few times, then backed his ass up against Pete's thigh as he laid down.
"You know he usually only does that with me Dad. And by the way, the spare bedroom is upstairs if you two want to take care of those hard-ons. Oh, and don't get all innocent on me. It's not like you haven't seen me fuck my boyfriend."
"I think we can wait for later Derek, after I taste your juicy meat." I joked with Derek. "The steak that is.."
"Okay, that was close to over the line hubby. But you're right. We'll have plenty of time later on, and you and Justin will get your alone time. I do have a question, has he ever talked about me and him? I mean..."
"Not too much, I think it still freaks him out. He did say we were very much alike in and out of bed. You might see him tonight before you go. If it is a slow night at the steakhouse he will be coming over. Speaking of steak, time to check the ones on the grill."
Putski followed his dad outside. I snuggled with Pete some more as we talked about our son. I could tell that Pete was still struggling with what had happened. Possibly the biggest struggle was the shared lust they both felt for men who turned out to be flesh and blood. I had no magic answer for Pete, I was sure time would help us there.
Just then I heard a car horn, followed by the throaty bark of Putski. A few seconds later the back door opened and Putski ran into the living room, followed by Derek and Justin. "Look who just showed up. Lucky I grilled up an extra steak just in case. Dad, why don't you and I go check on the steaks, while Kyle and Justin get the salad from the fridge. Kyle made the potato salad by the way, very tasty..."
It had been a few days since I saw Justin, so we caught up while setting the table. I sensed a different man than I knew before. There was a contentment and calm in him. Then I remembered details I saw earlier. Those were his shoes peeking out under the bed in the master, two toothbrushes in the cup in the bathroom. "So when are you moving in?"
"I gave my notice at the apartment, so as soon as possible." Then Justin opened up, questions started flowing. "Am I doing the right thing? What will Pete think? When did you know Pete was the right one for you?"
"Justin, only your heart can tell you if you are doing the right thing. Pete will be happy if his son is happy. And I think I knew Pete was right for me almost immediately."
"Good, because I know what my heart is telling me. I worried for a bit that I like Derek because he was like a younger version of Pete. Then when I found out he was Pete's son, I freaked out. But now I realize that I lusted for Pete, but what I have for Derek is love."
"Love huh? It looks good on you."
The door opened "What looks good on him? Those pants?" Derek joked. "Because those pants make that ass look extra fine."
"Look at him" Justin said. "He inherited his father's perfect butt, and all he can talk about is my ass."
"Like father like son. If you listen to Pete you'd think my ass should be in some kind of butt hall of fame."
Pete entered with the steaks "Well it should after that night in the sling when you fooled around with Ivan and the... uhhh... never mind."
"Ivan and the what Dad? You gotta tell us now."
"Son, one night after dinner with Mike, your other father was all hot and bothered when he got home. So I resurrected my Ivan personality and had my way with him in the sling."
I hushed Pete, tried to quiet him. "Sorry Kyle, gotta be honest with my kid, how can we be role models if we aren't honest. So anyway Derek, I was fucking him when I gave him the option of trying out a dildo that might be more the size of his fantasy man Mike. I gave him the option, Mike or Me, he said why not both. Let's just say that your other father is very accommodating."
"But the moral of the story is not that his ass is magical. The moral is don't be jealous if your man get's turned on by someone else. We're all men and we think with our dicks after all. If Justin comes home from work all turned on by some daddy eating a thick piece of meat, be ready with a thicker, tastier piece of meat."
"Speaking of tasty meat, I'm starving" Justin said. "And I know just the slab I want." He stabbed one from the platter and placed it on his plate, then got some potato salad. "Beers all around?" he asked.
With our nods, he fetched four beers from the fridge. The three of us each grabbed a steak and salad then joined him at the table. Few words were spoken as we dug in. I mumbled something between bites of the potato salad. It was earthy, herbal and rich. "Thanks, it's my own concoction" he replied.
After dinner we went back to the living room with another round of beers. Pete held me while he sipped his beer. I felt at home here, there was something sheltering about being there in Pete's arms.
Derek and Justin looked natural. Putski vied for their attention, but finally gave up as the two men started to kiss. Putski got off the sofa, laid near their feet then exhaled as if to say "This again?"
This display of young love sent a jolt right to my dick. I was feeling the four beers and though we were only minutes from home, I didn't want to chance it. "Does the offer of your guest room still stand?" I asked.
Derek untangled himself, tried to hide his erection. "Sure follow me" he said.
"Don't try to hide it buddy" I whispered. "That's an other thing you inherited from your dad, a boner that's almost impossible to hide. Justin and I are lucky men in that regard."
Pete followed Derek and I upstairs. The guest room had a bit of the bohemian look mixed with childhood memories. The Hot Wheels were some of the ones I had back in the day, maybe the two of us could go hunting at World of Wheels together next week.
I laid down on the bed, my arms and legs spread wide. Pete jumped on top of me. We rolled around on the bed. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" Pete asked.
"It's all part of being role models for your son and his lover. If you have a healthy sex life at 59, just think of the years they have in their future."
"Well you had better fuck me good Kyle."
I started to rip clothes from his and my body. By the time I was done he was spread eagle on the bed, his thick dick pointing skywards. I straddled his chest and laid my dick on his tongue. He started to quietly suck it as I held his shaved head.
From across the hall I heard the two of them giggling, their voices hushed, but still intelligible.
"Do you really think he took both of them?"
"If Dad said so, he must have, why would he lie about such a thing?"
"Well if he did, I could, wanna try it?"
"Really? You'd let me?"
"Use the one that's Kyle sized. Yeah, that's it. Twist it around a bit. Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck.
"Like that huh?"
"Yeah, grind it, open me up for it. Oh Yeah. Stir it around, oh fuck yeah."
"Are you ready?"
"It's now or never Babe. Be gentle. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. TOO LATE. FU-U-U-UCK"
"Hush, they'll hear us"
"You want me to hush with two dicks in my ass? OOOOOPH Oh yeah. Babe it's starting to feel good. Yeah do that"
I looked down at Pete, gently sucking my cock. "He's a chip off the old block you know. I just hope that Justin finds the time to do this to him."
I inched back, lifted Pete's legs, planted my dick against his hole, and eased in. Our gentle lovemaking was in stark contrast to the raucous ass pounding that was going on across the hall. I let their sex-noise be the soundtrack to our love. From the sound I knew they climaxed quickly. I was still fucking Pete when their breathing and mattress squeaking slowed down. I was still fucking Pete when Derek started a rumbling snore.
I was still fucking Pete when Justin untangled himself, went down the hall, pissed, then opened our door. "Thanks guys" he whispered, then went back to their room and fell into a creaking bed. I heard Derek mumble, then pull his lover into his arms.
I finally lost it when I heard Pete and Derek snoring in stereo. I planted my seed, wedged my dick in, held my man tight, then joined the three of them in dreamland.