A Year In The Life
World Of Wheels Part 3
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 3
"Al my friend, I'd like you to meet..."
Al straightened up. "PETE?"
"THE CRUNCHER?" Pete and Derek said in unison.
Then it dawned on me, The CPA who fucked me last year, The NUMBER CRUNCHER, was Pete's nemesis The Cruncher. Duh!
There was a silence in the air as it all sunk in. I knew that The Cruncher was the man who Pete's wife left him for. Even though she left him too when his wrestling career fizzled out, there was enough bad blood between the two men to carry them through twenty-seven years.
All I knew of Al was a fun loving, good natured guy who showed me a great time one hot Summer night. But somehow the jovial man who I had sex with the year before, wasn't at the show that afternoon.
Al, looked us up and down in our matching bowling shirts, the sneer on his face was evident. "So after all these years I find out why you couldn't keep your wife happy. Old Pete is a fa..."
Pete was in his face before he could complete the last word. "Listen buddy, you're lucky we're in the middle of a crowd, or they'd be combing the floor looking for evidence of your existence. We're taking this private. Follow me."
"Who's gonna make me?"
"Me, and my son."
Derek stepped forward. He had the same steel resolve as his dad. His planted feet, and powerful posture was all he needed to communicate his control of the situation.
"We'll take this to the lounge then." Al said. He knew when he was beat. Pete led the way back to the other hall where a lounge room was set up for club members. A curt "Give us some space" from Al didn't clear the room.
"Guy's I need to talk in private to an old friend" Pete said. "Do you mind?"
"Anything for you Pete, by the way, nice to see your car out there."
They left. Pete sat at one of the banquet tables, then gestured for Al to join him. Al hesitated, then sat.
"Yes, I guess you can say I'm gay. This is my lover Kyle. But of course you have met him, and from what he tells me, you know him intimately. So what does that make you?"
"I'm still straight Buddy, don't try to pull any of that gay crap on me. He was just someone I knew was easy to..."
"Al, I am not sure if you heard me correctly. this is my LOVER KYLE. You will talk about him with respect. He has told me everything about the ride you gave him. He talked fondly of the guy who gave him that ride. And now you are sitting here degrading him?"
Al looked over to me. "Sorry Kyle."
Pete continued "Al, I don't care if you are straight, gay, bi or try anything. All I know is I love this man, and he has taught me more about love than I have ever known in all of my years. Because of him, I have my son in my life. Because of him, I have love in my life, hell even life in my life. He has also taught me to forgive. Al, what happened was twenty seven years ago. I think it's time to let it go."
Again, dead silence. It took a second or two, then Derek muttered under his breath. "Yep, that's my dad."
Pete held out his big mitt. "Do we have a deal friend? I remember when I used to call you friend, I'd like to do that again."
"Even though I had sex with your lover?"
"Hell, if I dropped every man who Kyle had sex with, I'd be a lonely old man. Kyle is, shall we say, generous with his abilities. All I have to know is I am the man he loves."
"Well I guess deal then" Al said.
Two large hands knitted together in a powerful handshake.
Derek leaned over and wrapped his arms around Pete. "Proud of you Dad."
"Son, I'd like you to meet my old friend, Al, although you know him as The Cruncher. Al this is my son Derek."
The tension that permeated the air earlier, evaporated. Introductions were made as Justin and Brent were finally introduced to the silver goateed daddy they lusted after earlier.
Pete crossed the final line. "Al, you already know Kyle. Loving him has been the best thing I've ever done, and in a way I have you to thank twice for that."
"What do you mean?"
"First, you took my wife off my hands. I hated you for a long time because of it, but now I realize it was for the better. Second, you showed Kyle that an old man still can be a good lover. The way he tells it, you showed him a fun time last summer down by the river. I just happen to show him a better time almost every day."
"He was a good fu... uhh Sorry" he looked at me.
"No need to apologize for the truth Al. We had fun, remember how that fisherman almost interrupted us."
"Pete, you're right. I don't always know who or what my dick responds to. And I don't know if I'll ever end up with some ONE in my life. But if that man or woman is one tenth the person Kyle is, I'll consider myself lucky."
I hugged the big burly ex-wrestler, kissing him on the cheek. "Whoa, your lover's right here" Al said.
"Yes he is, and he knows who he is going home with tonight, and who he is waking up with tomorrow." Pete was right in his assessment of the situation. "Guys, there is a whole arena of cars out there to look at, and we have a new old friend to share it with. It's a shame he doesn't have a snazzy matching shirt."
"Will XXL do Al? They made a couple extra by mistake."
"If it's the Purple one, I'll take it."
We left the lounge, went out into the hall. The Oldies station was doing a remote broadcast from the DECC and their booth was right next to the lounge.
"Whoa listeners. If you stop down to the DECC right now you will see a sight I thought I would never see. Local wrestling legends and foes, Ivan The Mad Russian and The Cruncher are checking out some old Detroit Muscle. Hey guys, got any favorite rides for your fans out there?"
Al's thick hands grabbed the microphone, his raspy voice boomed. "Well, it's a close tie between a beautiful 34 Ford Hot Rod and a Plum Crazy Charger. But the real winner is you if you get down here tonight. My buddy Ivan and I will show you our cars and maybe sign an autograph or two."
He handed the microphone back to the DJ. "Stop on down and see it for yourself. In the meantime we have the perfect song for this love fest. The number one song from twenty-seven years ago today, The O'Jays with Love Train."
The Philly soul filled the arena as we walked over to our car. I grabbed a package from the trunk and pulled out the XXL purple bowling shirt. Al slipped it over his snug white t-shirt and left it open accenting his powerful stomach. I gulped at the sight of him, my dick chubbed up a bit.
"Still got it, don't I?" Al said, his thick tongue licking his upper lip.
"Yeah you do" Pete admitted. "I see what Kyle saw in you. I only hope you find your own Kyle."
The rest of the afternoon and evening was a combination of cars, friends, toys, beverages and junk food. Brent, Derek, Justin and I did a thorough search through the half dozen or so vendors there. We found an old Hot Wheel 3-Window 34 that was the closest we could find to Al's `34. Derek, true to his nature, picked up a few deals. For him it was more about the car, not their collector's value. I found a neon sign. "Mopar or No Car" I thought it would be perfect for the spot I was planning in "our house." My camera got plenty of mileage taking picture of cars and guys. Mainly cars however, most of the hot men were in our group.
Pete and Al spent their time almost evenly between their two cars. I think they might have regretted Al's impromptu radio invitation for autographs, because they were kept busy most of the night. In the end attendance peaked that year for whatever reason possible. But Al and Pete were quick to claim ownership.
Al joined Pete and I at the entry table on Saturday. They had to cut back on autographs to get people through the door, but they did their best. By the end of the day there was no evidence of twenty-seven years of their feud.
Charlie, Angelo and Fred stopped by. Pete arranged for cut priced tickets for them. I walked the floor with the guys, pointing out my favorites. Fred responded to the same men I had scoped out, our tastes were so similar.
Pete was in a very happy mood on Saturday night, fueled partly by two tap beers he got at the refreshment stand. We invited the guys to join us for burgers at our favorite bar, Al was the only one to accept. The burgers were tasty as always, the beers went down very easily. You could tell there was a love between the two men, and they spent the night catching up.
About three more beers in, Al looked at Pete and I. His tongue flicked out to catch some beer that was on his goatee. He winked. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but do you two ever fool around with a third. I mean I know you're lovers and all, but fuck, I'm horny and my dick is thinking of that fine ass. Oh SHIT, did I just say that?"
It was fun seeing Al all tongue tied. I was just as horny as him, but not sure how this fit with the reborn friendship.
Pete answered. "We play Al, but only if you know the rules. First, our asses, no matter how fine they are, are off limits to all but the two of us. Second, that rule doesn't apply to the guy we play with. Are you up for it?
Al squirmed on his bar stool. "I dunno Pete. It might be the beers talking..."
"Understood my friend. I'd rather play with someone who has a clear mind, than fuck up a friendship for another twenty some years. So I'm guessing we'll give you a rain check. I can guarantee you will have fun if you ever use it."
We were all a bit too drunk so I called up the three amigos. "You caught us just in time. We were about ready to try out the big shower downstairs. We'll hold off on that for you."
Pete corralled his buddy. "Hand over the keys to the `Vette. You're in no shape to drive. My friends should be here soon and they can drive you over to your place, then we'll bring him back to ours."
We didn't have to wait long, and luckily Al didn't protest when Angelo started up his car. We followed the red Corvette to the Denfeld area. Al's daily driver could easily had been in the show if he wasn't showing his `34 Ford. Angelo parked, then handed the keys over to Al. Pete opened his window. "Pick you up tomorrow?"
"Sounds good buddy." Al said.
Angelo joined me in back seat. "What got into him? He was Mr. Happy Hands, feeling me up the entire ride over here."
"He knows Kyle ass is off limits, so maybe he wants yours." Pete replied. "Not that I blame him."
Soon Charlie was parking Pete's truck in front of our house. "It's a beautiful night guys, enjoy yourselves. We're gonna walk home and join Fred in testing out that new shower downstairs. I suggest you guys have some coffee and find your own fun."
We didn't need much convincing as we unlocked the door to our place. "So what would you have done if Al would have joined us tonight Babe?" Pete said.
"I'd repay him for his ride last summer, by giving him a better one. Here let me show you."
I grabbed Pete and started to kiss him. "He actually kissed me Pete, caught me off guard. He's a good kisser too with those thick lips. Let's go down stairs."
I pulled Pete down to the work-out room where we continued the kissing. We slowly shed our clothes in between kisses. Hard-ons fought as we held each other close. "It's time Al..."
Pete smiled at me as I put pressure on his shoulders. "You know you want it Al, go ahead, taste it."
"But-t-t..." Pete said.
"Taste it, we don't have all night. Go ahead Al."
"I've never.. I'm not..." Pete played along.
"I'm not waiting Al." I put a little more pressure on Pete's shoulders, He started to go down.
He got on his knees, grabbed my dick. "First time for everything" he said, then put the thick head in his mouth. I could feel my dick jerk as a shot of pre-cum landed on his tongue. "Damn, this is tasty, why didn't I try this sooner?"
"Wasted all those years Al. Now get that dick wet with your spit buddy."
I leaned over Pete as he throated my cock. My right hand traveled through the hair down his back then my index finger found his crack. "Yeah, get it wet, cuz it's going here." I planted my index finger in his hole. Pete gulped on my dick.
"Yeah Al, that's it, get it ready, cuz I'm gonna eat that ass, then fuck it." I prodded Pete's tight butt a bit more while thinking of Al's meaty ass.
I let Pete suck me, then started to pull him up to a standing position. "Get onto the lift Al, I got a rear-end to inspect."
Pete looked at me, smiled then shook his head. "You're really getting into this aren't ya babe?" He said, getting out of character for a moment.
"More than you know, babe, more than you know..." I started to push Pete back towards the sling, giving him tender kisses in between steps. When the leather of the sling met his thighs, I stopped him.
Get up on the lift Al, your handy mechanic will make sure you are securely strapped in. I pushed Pete back. He fell into the sling as I started to lift each leg up, and secure them into the straps. Pete put his arms around the chains at the head of the sling. I slowly walked around my man laying there ready for me. He looked back at me and I saw his many emotions.
I was about ready to drop the façade, and just make love to him, but I was having so much fun. I got back around to his ass and Pete pushed his hard dick my way. "Here, inspect this."
I pushed it back. "That thing? I tried out that stick shift last summer and it's in fine working order. I'm concerned your rear end will seize up when driven hard, so that's where I will start."
I got down on my haunches and looked at the butt-hole of the man I loved. It was a little less than five months ago that I was introduced to that ass. And each time since then I found something new to love. The little line that bisected his ball-sack caught my eye that night. Despite my earlier protest, I held his dick as my tongue trailed down that line, to the tender hole I would soon be filling.
"Oh YEAH KYLE! The Cruncher needs it. Lube me buddy." Pete rasped, mimicking his old foe's voice.
My tongue dug into his hole, licking each fold as my hands pulled apart his meaty cheeks, opening his butt. "Oh The Cruncher wants a Butt Muncher huh?"
"Eat it Buddy, open me up for that big dick of yours."
"If you can get your rear in gear, then maybe I can lube you up for Pete's even bigger dick buddy."
In his best Cruncher voice Pete grunted "Oh Fuck I'm ready Buddy. Drive it home."
"Anytime Pete." I stood and slammed my dick into Pete's tight hole.
"That's right Kyle. Show me what Al's missing out on. Show me how a man, loves a man."
"Been doing that every minute we're together Pete." I started to ride Pete's butt, forgetting any pretense of Al. I was there that night giving love to my man.
"Oh I know Babe. God I missed this while we were apart, but I missed your arms more."
I started to slow down my strokes into Pete's butt. Instead of thinking with my dick I started thinking with my arms. I leaned forward, whispered to him. "I need those arms babe."
He let go of the chains, brought his arms around me to hug me in closer as I slowly loved him. His lips found my neck, my lips, then my tongue. "Lose it babe" he whispered. "I need it."
I stood stone still, kissed my man, and on his command, I deep-seeded his ass.
"Beautiful, thanks for loving me." He said. I kissed him some more, then slowly withdrew
"Let's get showered, then head to bed, we got a busy day tomorrow."
We took a long shower. We didn't feel the need to be stingy with water that night. I refilled our water glasses and made sure we had aspirins to fend off any possible hangovers. Again I thought with my arms as I held him tight. It was how we fell asleep, and it was how we greeted the day.
Sunday Pete and I picked up Al at his house. He looked dapper in his Plum Crazy shirt. "Looking hot my friend" I said, truthfully.
His thick hand landed on my shoulder from the back seat. "Likewise Buddy. Hey, I gotta ask a favor. If I even hint at a beer, slap me. I'm a little hung this morning."
"The way Kyle described it, you're more than a little hung every day" Pete added.
Al laughed, then groaned. "Damned head, waiting for the aspirin to take effect."
The day was slower than the other two. Derek and I hunted for last-day-deals from the vendor, and I picked up two more vintage redlines, and a display case. We spent the rest of the day checking out cars, I took a few pictures, but mainly we parked ourselves by our own gems.
Al and I got to walk the show together one last time. I always like seeing cars through another person's perspective. Their different viewpoint reveal details I might miss. Al's specialty was older Hot Rods. I looked at the examples sprinkled through the hall with an expert.
"See the stance on that Bucket T? He hasn't changed it for years. It's a bit tired, could use a refreshing, but damn it brings me right back to the seventies. These cars aren't for the weak of heart. No Sir! With these cars you just gotta grab on and ride." Al chuckled, then whispered close to my ear "Sorta like me n you last year down by the river. Hey, let's go grab a Coke and a hot dog." We did, then he led me to the lounge. We picked a table in the back. "Damn Kyle, I thought about it, and I am thinking about using that rain check, d'ya think you guys are up for it?"
"Maybe Al, we'll have to ask Pete. But remember, it might be your ass getting the ride. Think you're up for it?"
"Up for it is not a problem. I've been struggling to hide this boner the whole day, it's all I can think about. I'm glad this shirt has a long tail, it's helped, but damn. If I don't do something soon, I'll burst.
I laughed, then leaned in close to whisper. "Well hopefully you can burst all over my stomach while you're sitting on my dick."
His eyes rolled back in his head at the thought. "Fuck, don't tease me buddy. Let's go grab Pete and walk the show one last time. I got friends I have to say goodbye to before we drive on out of here."
We did walk the show together. Al and Pete did their best to introduce me to old friends, with no mention of our relationship. I don't know that most of the men would have understood, and frankly it didn't matter.
I saw one car that caught my eye earlier. It was a Plum Crazy 1970 Dodge Dart 340. It wasn't in the same league as Pete's Charger, the paint was tired. But it was all original. I might have spent more than my share of time admiring it, because the car and the owner were both easy on the eyes. The car also reminded me of my friend's first car in High School.
We were walking back to our Charger when I muttered "Damn, I liked that one" under my breath.
"The car or the owner?" Pete asked.
"Probably both knowing my friend" Al added, punching my shoulder.
"The car mainly, the guy was okay, nothing to match either of you, but do-able in a pinch."
We got back to our Charger as Derek was firing up the engine of his Dart. He stuck his head out of the window. "Where the hell have you guys been? Justin had to leave for work, and I am getting this heap home.
"Get out and say a proper goodbye to your Dad." Pete said. Derek got out and gave each of us a hug, the last one for Pete was the longest one.
"Talk to you tomorrow Pops. Gotta busy day on the agenda, maybe we can do Antiques Roadshow again."
Derek then got in his `60 Dart. The engine rumbled as he drove out of the hall.
"He is your son isn't he?" Al said. Then he removed his Plum Crazy shirt, handed it towards me. "Here you go buddy. Thanks"
"It's yours Al. Fit's you perfectly."
Al leaned on the roof of the Charger, his head rested on one fist, the other mitt holding his shirt. The snug white undershirt he wore stretched over every muscle. "Guys, I thought about it. I want to use my rain check."
Pete looked him in his eyes. "Have you thought this through thoroughly? It's on our terms buddy. Remember, our asses are off limits, yours on the other hand..."
"Yeah... Oh shit, who knows. I have had a great weekend together with you guys and I don't want it to end. And this boner I'm rubbing against your purple beauty here isn't going away by itself."
Pete laughed. "Follow us home. But put that shirt on for fuck's sake. We don't need everyone here to see your dick."
Al put the shirt on, buttoned it, then checked his reflection in the glass of the Charger. When he was assured he wasn't showing anything incriminating, he straightened up. He offered his hand to Pete, Pete pulled him into a hug. "You know where the house is Al, see you there soon."
I watched Al's ass as he walked towards the main hall and his low slung beast. "D'ya think he realizes what he is getting himself into?"
"Kyle, I am not so sure. But he's horny, thinking with his dick. We won't make him do anything he isn't ready for. In the end we will spend time with a friend, nothing wrong with that. By the way, you always have that hall pass. Wanna use it?"
"Naw, he has already fucked me, I'll save it for someone else."
In my mind, I already had someone's name on that hall pass. It would remain another of my secrets for just a bit longer.