A Year In The Life
Snowplow Pt. 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.
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"We have to talk" After not hearing from Pete for a few days, that was a pretty ominous way to open his phone call. "What are you doing tomorrow?" he said after my few seconds of silence.
"I had a great day at work today, taking tomorrow off as a reward, so I am open." I replied. From the urgency of the first four words of the call, I expected some bombshell to be dropped, but it soon became obvious it wasn't going to happen tonight. We talked about nothing important and then I asked him what time worked for him.
"I meet up with my pals for coffee, need to stop for some supplies at the drug store, we could plan on something in the afternoon" he said. By the end of our phone call we had agreed on two, at his place.
I took it easy Wednesday morning, called into work and outlined what I wanted the team to focus on. I called a local deli and asked them to deliver a platter to my office. They deserved a treat for putting up with me while I was trying to get this client. I looked in the fridge and made myself a breakfast stir fry. The stir fry, and coffee perked me up, woke me out of my daze.
I wasn't sure what Pete wanted to talk about today. Maybe it had something to do with that woman I saw him kissing last night. She was shapely and he was half naked so I knew he wasn't kissing her hello. The more I started to second guess the nature of our upcoming "talk" the less I knew, so I just decided to check things out online. I got caught going down a rabbit hole on the internet, and 100+ clicks later I realized it was almost two.
I grabbed the stack of clothes I borrowed from Pete and got into my car. It was a short drive to Pete's and I found myself turnng into his drive. I gave his Ram plenty of room, stopped the car, reached for the clothes and knocked on his door. Pete opened the door , and let me in. I followed him to the living room, finding a spot on the chair in front of the fireplace.
"So what is this thing we need to talk about" I asked.
He hesitated for a minute, seemed to think of a question, stopped, thought again, and then finally asked. "Do you notice anything wrong with my house?"
That caught me off guard and all I could respond with was an open mouthed "Huh?"
"Okay let me rephrase that, do you see anything in this house that you would change?" "Does it seem too manly to you?"
I still wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I played along, "Pete, you have a house with great bones. It is open, rugged and athletic just like it's owner." "I don't know if that answers your question, and I still don't know what you want to talk to me about."
Pete took the next few minutes to fill me in on his "date" last night. From his description, the highpoint was the third beer, and it went downhill from there. "Kyle, she was a smoker, and kissing her was like licking an ashtray." I made a nasty face and that got him going. "She attempted a blow job, pulling back my foreskin because it disgusted her" "She barely got 2 inches of me in her mouth, letting at least 6 good inches of dick go to waste" "Hell, I could give a better blow job than her, and I've never tried it before."
He had me cracking up with his post date post mortem, especially liking the last line. "She had some first date rules that I broke without knowing, For instance did you know it was okay to touch a woman's breast on the first date, but not her twat?"
"As someone who has never been intimate with a woman, I am not aware of these rules." I said.
"Wait, you have never had sex with a woman? Not even experimenting?" Pete said.
"Nope, 100% gay, and 100% capable of a blow job, as you may remember. But wait, what does this have to do with your house?"
"I almost broke her other dating rule of cumming in her mouth during a blow job, so she finished me off with her hands. After that she couldn't get out of the house fast enough it seemed After she said goodnight, she suggested my house could use a woman's touch."
I was howling at that line "Pete, her woman's touch could barely squeeze a spurt out of you" I don't remember any such difficulties Friday night."
Pete smiled, then looked almost serious. "Kyle, I think I owe you an apology. I was so busy worrying about the fun I had with you Friday night, that I almost rushed you out of my home, a home you just described as open, how open is that?"
"Apology accepted Pete, but not needed. I am a good judge of men, and I knew what was going through your head. Even if you have played the other side of the fence, it is hard to come to terms when you realize you enjoyed sex with another man. For instance I bet that no one in your 58 years has rimmed your ass like that, In fact when most men think of rimming, they are disgusted, and can't imagine how much fun it is."
Before Friday, I couldn't imagine having someone licking my butt-hole, and liking it, but I loved it. You had me open and squirming, I bet if you wanted to you could have dicked me then and there."
"Don't tempt me Pete", I said I was about to say more when I saw a Duluth Public Works vehicle pull in behind my car in the driveway. "Don't look now, but I think you have company" The knock at the door distracted Pete, and I grabbed at a throw pillow to cover the tent in my pants.
I looked at the entrance and saw a man in DPW coveralls standing there. He said "Excuse me, I am going door to door doing a customer satisfaction survey for the Duluth Public Works, and I wonder if you have the time to fill one out for me" The man was mid thirties, stocky, a bit shorter than Pete or me but carried about the same weight on his frame.
Pete motioned for him to enter. His stitched name tag on his coverall identified him as Angelo. He took the time to introduce himself as Angelo and then got down to the business at hand. "I don't know if you have read the newspaper, but some people have been bashing the DPW's handling of Friday nights storm." "We are going door to door to see how the citizens feel about our plowing Friday night."
"Sirs," he looked at both of us, "I plowed your road Friday night" "How thorough was my service?"
Pete and I looked at each other, then at Angelo and said in unison "That was you?"
He jumped out of his chair, mimed the Ivan pose and then said "Thanks for the show fellas, I enjoyed it a lot, and finally got up the nerve to meet you in person."
Taking the bull by the horns I approached Angelo, groped the crotch of his coveralls, and said "would you like a more up close and personal demonstration?"
"Not sure if it is smart to fuck around in front of a picture window like this, you never know who could drive by." Angelo replied.
Pete had been quiet, I was worried I crossed another line. He then spoke up "I know the perfect place to fuck around, follow me. I hope you are not on a tight time schedule"
"I am up to my ying-yang in OT from this last storm, so I am good" he said, "I took the afternoon off just in case this would work out. Oh, in case you want to know, I am up for about anything you two throw at me. I have been thinking of the possibilities ever since Friday night"
Pete said "Oh I am with you there son. I feel open to a lot of possibilities" he looked at me, hoping that last point sunk in, it did.
I may have taken the bull by the horn, but I let Pete corral it. We started stripping in the hallway downstairs. Pete caught a whiff of himself and said "I have been working like a dog today, and I am just this side of rank, why don't we take a shower and scrub down.?" I knew Pete was fine, he just wanted to start the party in the shower room, so I followed him in there.
Pete regulated two of the closer shower heads and we started a communal shower. Soap was passed between us as we started to lather each other. Angelo had a rigid six inch prong, there was no other way to describe it. It was missile shaped, and got thicker as it got to the base. I slicked his dick with soap, and made it happy by sudsing it from the head to the base. I leaned in, licked his jaw line up to his ear, where I nibbled his lobe. He emitted a small groan, and I knew I found a hot spot for him
Meanwhile Angelo was yanking on Pete's dick, milking it for all it was worth. He caught a flash of Pete's right nipple and decided to go to town on it, gnawing away at the fleshy nub. Somehow Angelo found one of Pete's secrets, one Pete probably didn't even know. Pete was bucking back and forth, so I got on my knees and took Pete's cock into my mouth. As I deep throated Pete, I saw Angelo reach down and probe Pete's butt with his finger. Pete was true to his word, and open to the possibilities. He seemed to tense up, about ready to shoot, but I didn't want him to cum yet, so I started sucking Angelo. If it would have been just the two of us, I would have introduced that dick to my ass, it was the perfect shape to open my hole. However I had other plans.
I got up, started putting pressure on Angelo's shoulders "My cock needs attention too buddy, and you are just the man for the job" I stood arm in arm with Pete, watching as Angelo went from one of us to the other. I leaned into Pete, whispering in his ear "I saw him probe your butt, you seemed open to the idea. Promise me that when it happens, I get that cherry"
"You got it Buddy" he groaned. And with that he did the unexpected, dropping to his knees, and sucking my dick in as far as he could. I looked down, he looked up, and then he winked. I didn't want to, didn't expect it, but I couldn't stop it, I shot, filling his mouth with my load. He stood up, kissed me, and we swapped my juice.
Our threesome was suddenly a twosome and Angelo felt left out. "Hey wait, don't forget about me" he said.
Pete looked at him "We haven't forgotten you Angelo, Kyle and I are just finishing a conversation we were having when you stopped by. Why don't we rinse off and get ready for round two?"
After toweling off, we wrapped towels around our waists and scooted up to the master bedroom. Angelo was paranoid about being caught but since most of the people who traveled the road were in Pete's house at that moment, I saw no chance of that happening. I dropped my towel, and pulled Angelo down on top of the bed with me, I wasn't sure where Pete was, so I played host, making sure Angelo felt welcomed. We got into a friendly sixty-nine, me sucking his still rigid dick, him breathing some life back into mine. A minute or so later Pete entered the room with a drug store bag. Pete sat on the easy chair by the windows, opened the bag and out came a bottle of lube, I knew what supplies were so important for him to buy that morning. As we were 69ing, I slowly moved Angelo to the edge of the bed, making his beefy ass more accessible for Pete.
Angelo's ass was a bit more full than Pete's near perfect specimen. His butt was not as muscular, and just a bit flabby, but very tempting. I scooted a few more inches and started rimming Angelo while he was still swinging on my dick. It was the third tasty butt I had the pleasure to sample in the last week, and I went to town on it. I started to pull his hairy butt cheeks aside and really dug in with my tongue. Pete was just as inspired and started to apply lube to his dick, and then his fingers.
Pete made the few steps from the chair over to the bed., stroking his dick as he walked. He swatted Angelo's cheeks, and then slowly started to probe him with his greased up fingers. I was in the best seat in the house as I watched Pete prepare Angelo for the fuck that was soon to commence. I went back to sucking Angelo, certain that each probe would produce more pre-cum for me to slurp on.
Pete stepped up to the plate, planted his dick at Angelo's hole, and slowly slid it home. It was almost too sudden for Angelo. His reaction was muffled by the dick in his mouth. Fearing for an even worse outcome, I removed my cock and went from participant, to observer.
Angelo quickly got used to the size of the rammer Pete had in his hole. Pete changed the angle and lifted Angelo's left leg, allowing him easier access. I found myself able to focus on Pete's ass, Of the three butts I sampled this week, Pete still had the tastiest. I decided it was time for another filling. I went down on his butt-hole, licking and probing as he slowly fed Angelo his dick. We found the perfect rhythm, one that could please Angelo, while allowing me full access to the gourmet meal before me. I was tempted to rear load Pete, like I had done the "World's Greatest Dad" the night before, but decided to help him get off with my tongue
"That's it, show him how it's done, plow the plow-man's ass" "Work him over as thoroughly as he did our road" "Hey plow-man, flex that hole for him, make him earn it" "Your ass was made for it Buddy, take his dick like the man you are" I gave Pete's ass a few licks, got up and stroked my dick shooting my second load of the night over the mass of muscle and hair in front of me. Pete tensed up for a moment, and I knew he was flooding Angelo's ass with his sperm. Angelo arched his back with Pete's dick still inside him, fisted his dick three times, and coated his chin with the results.
Angelo and Pete untangled. I went to the master bath and came back with a wet wash cloth. I started to wipe Angelo off and he stopped me. "I want to leave something to remember you two by" he said. Pete embraced Angelo in what looked like a personal moment so I went downstairs and gathered Angelo's clothes, He reluctantly dressed before heading out for the night. "Such a warm, open home you have Pete, thanks for welcoming me into it."
We threw on robes and headed down to raid the fridge. It soon became evident that Pete expected me to stay the night. He turned on the radio to an Oldies station, we had that in common. Sitting at the kitchen table we shared the impromptu pot luck. Pete hummed along to some of the old songs, and sang a few more with a surprisingly good voice. After cleaning off the table, we eventually found our ways upstairs, the music still playing. We got under the covers, each finding their respective side of the bed. I nuzzled my dick against his ass. Pete lost one cherry tonight, but this one was safe for the time being as we both fell off to sleep.