Snowplow

A Year In The Life

Rebirth 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.

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Rebirth Part 1

Derek's phone call was short and to the point. "Got the pizza. See ya soon, bye.

He somehow sounded more like the all-business building inspector, and less like the Son I had come to know. I shook my head then look to Pete. "He'll be here soon... I guess..."

"What's that look for?" Pete quizzed me.

"I dunno, he just didn't seem like himself. Maybe a bit preoccupied?"

"Well some beers, pizza and time with his old man might change that."

Unfortunately beers, pizza and time with his old man were met by stone silence. I tried to beat him at appraisals, no dice. Pete asked him what he thought of the new beer he bought, silence. Even the April Special Pizza got the silent treatment. Putski cowered on the floor, something was up.

Finally Pete couldn't stand it anymore "So what bug crawled up your asshole today Son?"

"Nothing, I'm fine"

"Don't give me that crap. You're pissed for some reason, fess up, we're adults here."

"I drove over here last night. I was missing Justin so I brought Putski by for a visit. I saw Al's car in the driveway, I thought, cool, I can talk to him too. I was just about to knock when I saw the three of you run upstairs, your dicks bobbin' as you ran."

"Son, I can explain..."

"Explain what? That my Dads who talk about love, how important and special it is, are just looking for the next ass to bang. Now I know why you two all but ignored me yesterday afternoon. You couldn't wait to get your old enemy naked. How long do you think it will take before he figures out you were just using him to get back at him?"

"Now just one second Derek. First of all, Kyle and I are grown men. And if we decide to have a little play time with a friend, that is our business. Second, I am sorry you felt like I ignored you. But I didn't complain when you and Kyle went shopping for Hot Wheels."

"By the way" he looked at me, "don't try to pull the wool over my eyes. I have a good idea what you spent on those cars, but you are an adult too."

Pete was on a roll. "The main thing is I DO love that man, and I DO love my son. It just so happens that after we played with Al last night he told us that he could see the love between us and the love we had for you."

"Did he?" Derek asked.

"He did" I responded. "To be blunt Derek, we split-roasted the old bastard, really showed him a good time. While I was fucking him I started kissing Pete who was getting Al's first attempt at a blow job. We were laughing afterwards and Al said "You two were kissing like I wasn't even there." Derek, it could have been about anyone on earth between us at that moment, so Al was right. I love your Dad in a way that I love no one else."

"But guys, that frightens me. I've seen how bad it was for you when you were apart, and I don't want to see that again. And frankly I don't know what I would do in the same situation if Justin or I wanted to have some play on the side."

"We're trusting in our love Son" Pete said. We're working on being honest with each other. Our love and our sex has been better since we got back together because of that. I am not gonna apologize to anyone for having fun with a friend, `specially not to my own Son."

"Dad I get that, and maybe I'm confused `cuz I don't know... oh shit... I don't want to fuck up what we have."

"Two words Derek, trust and honesty" I said.

"I'll add one. Love" Pete said. "Here." Pete opened his arms to his son "Gimme some."

Derek was soon wrapped in the strong arms that I was so familiar with. So many times his strength, sheltered me and energized me, that night Pete's son reaped the benefits. The bond was short lived as Putski jumped to Pete's lap, breaking up the hug.

"Son, if you two ever do decide to invite some playthings to join you, you had better figure out what you are going to do with Putski."

The laughter was the first sign of a smile we got from Derek that night. By the time he left we felt closer, knowing that we passed a major hurdle.

"The acorn didn't fall that far from the tree there huh?" I said as we saw Derek drive away.

"Just what do you mean by that?"

"Handsome and sexy as hell, but sometimes quick to jump to conclusions."

I expected to be punched for that comment, but instead he hugged me tighter. We spent half an hour planning the week ahead. My vision was limitless in his arms, his was a bit more down to earth.

"Kyle, I think I am going to stop by the farmhouse tomorrow. Fred didn't look so good at the show. And I think it`s time we start tapping the sugar maples, the sap should be running soon. I can go to the farmhouse and get the equipment ready, and check on Fred, two birds, one stone."

I made a mental note, then went on thinking through my plans at work. Sometimes I worried that I had taken too big of a bite with my graphics business, but my success said otherwise. We were now in April, which left us four weeks to complete the kitchen remodel. Work had been busier than usual, and I wasn't as able to check on the house as often.

My world felt so complete, so loving in Pete`s arms. "Pete, let me get this straight, we simply tap into the trees, collect the sap, then distill it down and we have maple syrup? Too bad there isn't any similar sap that comes out thick and tasty right from the tap." Yes I was being obvious.

Pete snuggled me harder, brushed his beard against my neck, then with his lips at my ears, he whispered "I can think of something. We already have the right equipment."

Pete began to kiss me. His right hand brushed over my flannel shirt. I started to unbutton it.

"Here let me" he purred. Every button was lovingly undone. His hand burrowed in under the flannel and fingers combed through my chest hairs. Kisses continued as he slowly made his way down to my gut. Experienced fingers undid my belt, then the top snap of my pants. The zipper went down slowly, then Pete grabbed my hard dick. "You're commando. Yesssss" he hissed.

Pete went down, and inhaled my cock. He used his hands to pull my pants over my ass. His movements were deliberate. Thick thumbs tugged the waist down while fingers danced over my now bare butt. Soon my pants were in a pile on the floor. I started to take off my flannel shirt, he stopped me. "No, you look hot that way."

Things weren't fair, Pete was still fully clothed. I started to maneuver into a sixty-nine position and unbutton his denim work shirt. His hands stopped me, he came up for air. "I got this babe." He rose to his feet as I laid there. He did a slow strip tease to imaginary music. Maybe there was hope for him as a dancer after all. Light from the fireplace flickered over his chest as he slowly let the shirt fall to the floor.

He unbuckled the belt, and pulled it out slowly. Inch by inch of the wide leather strap was drawn over the lump that dressed down to the left. There was a dark spot on his canvas work pants at the terminus of that bulge. When the belt left the last loop, it landed on the floor next to his shirt.

He gyrated his hips as he hummed the tune. I struggled to pick it out, then realized it didn't matter. The waist band was unsnapped as he continued his hip movements. His thumbs traveled around the waist, tugging slowly, moving it down centimeter by centimeter.

Finally he started to unzip. His dense bush was revealed, then the base of a hard dick. I knew what was waiting for me, but every time with Pete was like a discovery. His thumbs went back to the waist band as he started to tug his pants down. He kept humming his tune while he turned. His back was to me as the waistband bisected his ass. He got it in my face, I took a whiff of Pete's musk. My dick bobbed as pre-cum oozed out to cover the tip.

Pete continued his dance as he turned to face me. He accidentally hit the end table, his old corded phone fell of the receiver. I started to put it back. "Leave it off the hook babe, it's just about us tonight."

I sat forward on the couch, wanting to be nearer, being drawn in by the man I loved. His hands were on his hips as three, then four, then five inches of dick were slowly revealed. Then he went for broke. Six, seven, eight and nine inches of dick came free, slapped to attention as his foreskin rolled back and a pearl of pre-cum broke free, then landed on my cheek.

His throaty laugh warmed me in the firelight. "That's beautiful" he said as he pulled me up into a hug. His dance was over as work pants fell into a puddle on the floor. Our cocks fought each other during our kisses. He reached down and held them together. That's beautiful too."

I pulled my cock from his hold, placed my dickhead against his. I then pulled his foreskin over our combined length. I was able to dock the head, and about 2 inches of shaft in the warmth of his skin. I looked down as I stretched that skin back and forth over my shaft. The firelight delineated almost 16 inches of dick that I was holding, loving. "That's even more beautiful" I said, breaking my silence

"Damn you're right" Pete said. "I don't think you could look any sexier than you do right now." He took control of the docking. "Let's see how much of that pretty shaft I can cover." He must have been a magician because soon four inches of my dick disappeared in his thick foreskin. "Yeah Babe, I love feeling you in me. I'd love for you to come this way, but I want the syrup straight from the tap."

As much as I loved seeing him in front of the fireplace, I knew from experience that it wasn't the most comfortable place to sixty-nine, and that is what I knew we both wanted that night. "Let's take this party upstairs babe."

He followed me up the steps. His hands played along my ass crack for every step. His playfulness kept my dick hard as we made it to the master I laid down, my head towards the head of the bed, he laid towards the foot.

I was hungry. I skinned back Pete's thickness with my lips, then savored his leaking sap. I was sure that I was tasting some of my own dick juice in the folds of his foreskin, but our heightened passion had him producing more.

Pete did his best to vacuum in my steel hard seven inches. The guttural "Mmmmm hmmmms" clued me in that I was doing my best to produce dick honey and he was loving every drop. He started to hum as he throated my dick. For a man who was a novice five months before, Pete was a pro now. The tune started to sound familiar then he came up for air to sing "If you feel, like I feel, then c'mon."

Damn, my sexy fucker had seduced me with one of the classics. "Let's Get It On."

"I feel it babe. I feel it." I said coming up off his thickness. Then to prove it, I slurped him in, right down to his root.

"Oh FUCK YEAH" he roared. "Suck it Babe."

I used every trick in my arsenal to love my man. I extended my tongue down beyond my lips to lick the shaft as I traveled up and down it. I pulled up his foreskin with my lips, then nibbled on the extra skin with my teeth. My throat coddled his head when I plunged down. I left it there for a bit as my tongue darted out and licked his balls.

Pete went into overdrive too. He would mimic actions I used, then add his own flair. I got lost as his talents brought me closer. We were driven by each other's inspiration as we got close to losing it.

I sensed his orgasm was near, so was mine. "Yeah, do it" I said, coming up for air.

"Unnngghhh" He grunted, then started to jackhammer my mouth. I responded by spurting everything I had across his tongue.

We both savored the flesh and cream that was filling our mouths. I felt him soften so I got up on my elbow, he mirrored my actions. We both opened our mouths to show off the dick-sap we collected. "Bring it here" he smiled.

I moved around towards the foot of the bed and started to swap cum as we kissed. "We'd be rich if we could bottle this stuff, damn you're sweet" I said.

"Yeah, but dick syrup is best straight from the tap. C'mon, let's go dowse the fire downstairs then hit the sack."

We ambled downstairs. Pete put out the fire while I collected our clothes, then put the phone back on the hook. While picking up my pants, my phone fell out of the pocket. I noticed a couple missed calls from Charlie so I hit redial.

"What? Damn! St. Mary's? We'll be down."

"Pete, Charlie and Fred were at a meeting. Fred had a heart attack. He is down in the ER at St. Mary's."

We quickly dressed. I don't know how Pete found the calm he needed to drive to the hospital, but he did. I was a bit agitated, but Pete talked me down. We found a parking space not too far from the ER, then went in.

Charlie and Angelo were waiting. "So far so good" Charlie said. "It appears to be more of a warning sign than a major heart attack. They are just making sure he is stable then he can see us."

"I should have said something at the show this weekend" Pete said. "He didn't look that great."

Charlie could see the anguish on Pete`s face. "I don't think that would change anything buddy, don't beat yourself up."

Fred finally was able to see visitors. Somehow he looked worse, and better than I expected. It is always a shock to see someone you love with tubes and wires attached, that was the worse. The smile on his face at seeing his friends... that was the better.

The Doctor stopped by. "It's good to see that Fred here has such a good support system, maybe you can help him with his recovery. First he has to start losing weight, maybe some stress free exercises. Then the most important thing, he needs to lose the stress."

"We got that Doc." Pete said. "He can take the month of April off if he needs to."

"But what about the remodel deadline, and that project with Van? Guys, I have work to do" Fred protested.

"Work can be good, just avoid the stress. I want you to ease into work too. Avoid being a couch potato. If you don't lose some of that belly there, you are going to put too much stress on your heart. Look at your friend over there, he's a good physical specimen for someone in his early 50's."

Pete's posture straightened up. "Fifty-nine to be exact Doc. Thanks. "I'll ease Fred into a workout and meanwhile the rest of us will make sure he doesn't overdo it at the job site."

"He'll be staying with us for a few days for monitoring, maybe go home Wednesday. I think I can trust you will help him. Fred's a good guy, but as much as I like him, I don't want to see him here anytime soon."

"Thanks Doc, I get the hint." Yep, the smile was what I loved seeing from my friend.

Pete's silence on the way home was predictable. We were about 3 miles from home when he finally said "Think I'm up to being the job site contractor?"

"Pete, you are up for anything when it comes to our friends. The house is the least of my concerns, but I think if we didn't move ahead, Fred would feel the stress of not completing the project on time. I think we can all dig in and share the responsibility, Mike included."

"Damn, we gotta inform Mike, you want to make the call when we get home?"

"It's kind of late babe, why don't you do it tomorrow."

I quietly held Pete as we laid in the bed that night. We had changed roles. I was the one firmly grounded, while his mind started to wander. I slowed my breathing in an attempt to calm him down. It worked as I soon heard his soft snoring. Moments later, I joined him.

Work was a distraction for me. Micah stopped by with preliminary tax work and it looked good for business and personal taxes. We caught up as much as possible considering his tax time busyness. I was looking forward to having him join us for Happy Hour one of these days. Connecting with him on a personal level suddenly was a high priority.

I also got an email from Mario. He was counting down the matches until he would be back in Duluth. Three more and he would be free from his contract. I sent back an response and told him about Fred. Knowing Mario's focus on healthy body building, I asked for stress free work out suggestions.

That email was like a flood gate opening. Within an hour I had five responses from Mario. The last one said simply "Fred's got the body of a wrestler hiding under that extra fat. Maybe I can help him find it."

After work I met Pete down at the hospital. They had moved Fred twice already, each room represented improvement in his outlook. Charlie and Angelo were already there. "They're gonna release me tomorrow. Can you pick me up Pete?"

"You got it buddy. By the way, Mike stopped by today and still thinks we are right on track to be done. He saw your kitchen cabinets in the basement and frankly buddy, they are works of art. You have nothing to worry about."

"And your friend Mario wants to coach you through some training ideas he has set up for you. He seems to think there is a muscle god struggling to be released from that body of yours."

"I don't know about that" Fred said. "I'll have to ease into the workouts. I still have some pain, maybe I can relax on the front porch. Get some of that afternoon sun."

The nurse soon kicked us out. We all decided to head down to our favorite bar for burgers. Pete called Derek who agreed to meet us.

"Charlie and I have been thinking" Angelo said. "I know that's dangerous, but hear us out. Fred's heart attack wasn't only a warning for him but a few more of us. We think we all could use a bit more activity. We are going to start up a softball team, join the league. Now I don't want any jokes, but believe it or not, I'm a pitcher and Charlie's the catcher. What position do you play Kyle?"

"You will have to count me out. I play softball as well as Pete dances."

"That bad?" Charlie laughed. "I know Fred likes first, and I seem to remember Gino being a local star, but not sure how well he plays now. Maybe he can coach. Mike is a strong fielder, I know that for a fact. Then there is you Derek, and Justin, I don`t know if you guys would be up for it."

"I'm best in the field, and usually good for at least a couple long balls a game."

"That's what Justin said" Pete added. "Get a team together and I will pay for league fees."

We left the bar that night with a sketchy team together. Derek followed us over to the farmhouse. Demolition of the kitchen was planned for next Monday, and he wanted to see where we were on the timeline. "I can no longer be objective about this house guys. You won't have the pleasure of my inspections.

Pete brought us downstairs to the makeshift shop that Fred had set up. Derek was drawn to the handsome wood cabinets that were under the plastic sheeting. "May I?" he said, pointing to the cabinets.

"Be my guest." I said.

Pete and Derek started to inspect them wordlessly. Hands felt the grain of the wood, the smooth matte finish that enhanced them. "He's an artist" Derek said. "This is true custom built cabinetry and you are probably getting it for a song. Do you see how he is using the grain of this reclaimed wood? The upper cabinets have grain going vertically emphasizing the height, while the bottom goes parallel to the floor, keeping them well footed."

"Derek, sometimes you sound just like me, then other times I think where the hell did that come from" Pete said. "You musta got this artsy side from your Mother or your other Dad."

"Maybe both. Mom always taught me to appreciate nature's beauty. And Kyle has shown me that a man can talk about that beauty, and still be a man. I'm off this weekend, wanna get a head start on the demo Saturday? It'd be fun to help you guys with this place and then see if my co-worker Norm can find any faults in our work."

That was an offer that was impossible to turn down. I was getting a dream team to replace Fred while he got healthier, and then another dream team to help Fred and his friends get back in shape. I took half of Wednesday off to pick up Fred at the hospital, which allowed Pete to stay at the farmhouse and get to some preliminary work he said needed to be done.

I didn't realize what the work was, until I got there. There on the porch was some patio furniture I had admired at Brent's store. "Looks like they're laying out the red carpeting for your return Fred. I guess they heard your comment about relaxing on the porch."

Pete sat Fred down on the small sofa, gave him an ottoman to raise his feet, and then went inside. He came out a white board and the kitchen plans. "Demo is Saturday. My boy and I have that under control. He also is working on the boxes for the rest of the cabinets following your examples. You are responsible for the doors and the finishes. Fred, you should have heard him talking about your talents. He calls you an artist and I can't disagree. Where have you been hiding that talent buddy?"

"I've never had the chance to show it Pete. I was always doing work that was asked of me. Kyle, Van and Brent are the first ones to let me show what I can do, gave me the freedom to do it."

Fred looked calm on the porch. The warmish Spring day meant that his jacket was soon not needed. We made him a light late lunch then sat with him as we talked about work plans, and life. Life was poking out all around us. Most of the snow had melted, except when you got deeper into the woods. The lawn had started to green up a bit, and smaller animals were venturing out beyond their nests.

We were so engrossed, I barely noticed the mail truck arriving. I had seen Jeff dozens of times before, but it was always fleeting. Instead of dropping off the mail in the box, he exited his truck and walked up to the porch. "Hey Kyle, I don't get much mail for you here anymore. Hi Pete, what are you two doing down here?"

"We are just taking care of Fred as he recuperates" I said. "Fred, meet Jeff."

I suppose you could have blamed Fred's flannel shirt, but there was an audible spark as the two shook hands. "Nice to meet you Fred, funny I haven't seen you here before, I think I would have noticed."

"Always busy inside working on the house I guess. But I am liking the view I get out on the porch. Hey boss, why don't we put this on the list once we get done in the kitchen?"

"Redoing the kitchen huh? If you ever need anything, just leave me a note in the mailbox. I'd be happy to drop by with something to eat, lend a hand, you know... If I can help you, just ask."

He then turned to leave, I think three pairs of eyes watched him walk down the path to his truck. "Damn, liking the view from this porch more and more" Fred said.

Jeff looked back at us before getting in his mail truck. "Looks like the feeling is mutual buddy" Pete said. "You might have someone who wants to help nurse you back to health, or maybe just nurse you if you get my drift."

"You think so?" Fred questioned.

"I'd bet on it. I've seen that look before. It was the same look Pete gave me in the sauna the first night."

Well I am not usually a betting man, but this time I was right. Fred told me that Jeff showed up the same time on Thursday and Friday and was now planning his break times to coincide with our spot on his route. He claimed to just be sharing the hints his sister the nurse gave him, but the best medicine for Fred was how relaxed he felt while Jeff was around.

Saturday was a special day. Seeing Derek and Pete work together on the demolition would have been a treat for any gay man, but their father/son bond meant I was seeing their work in a different light. I half expected to see them stripped to the waist, sledgehammers swinging, and wood flying.

Instead they were an intuitive team. Derek set the tone right away. "Dad, I know that these are good cabinets, let's figure out how they can be reused." From that point on it became a game to them. They spent half an hour going over the layout before a tool was even used. When they got going however, they were quick and efficient.

I was used to being the brainstormer, but with the two of them, I quickly became the pack mule. It was decided that the basement needed the cabinets for some future project, so I began schlepping them down. There was a spot near the washer, dryer and the sink, so I started to arrange them there.

Pete and Derek were less subtle taking down the dry wall. If there had been century old plaster in the kitchen I would have challenged them to save it, but the decades old remodel was not at all sympathetic to the house. I enjoyed watching my guys strip away all of the ugliness that was remaining, revealing the bare bones of our future kitchen.

I needed a break so I grabbed a couple of waters from the fridge that was relocated on the side porch. Fred was out front, watching grass grow. I joined him and started to see what he was seeing in the spring weather.

Then Jeff drove up on his motorcycle. He traded in his mailman's uniform for faded Levi's topped with a black leather jacket. His bearded smile was evident the minute he removed his helmet, it matched the one on Fred's face. "Here's your knight in leather armor" I thought to myself. Usually the look of men in uniform brought lead to my pencil. Jeff proved anything looked good on him.

"I'll give you guys some space, enjoy yourself. Fred seems to like to watch the grass grow, you can start there. Anyone need a water?" Jeff's nod confirmed the order. "Good, be back in a bit."

I walked back into the kitchen to leave them to their own devices. Pete and Derek were stripping away layers of vinyl flooring, revealing wide pine planking that hadn't seen the light of day for decades. "Do me a favor Dad, let me reclaim this."

I could see the light in Derek's eyes, the wood inspired him. "We have the flooring downstairs. I don't know if I can return it."

"I'll use my connections at the local lumber yard, we'll figure it out. This is the foundation you need to make this kitchen right. We gotta use it."

"If you can make it happen, I'm all for it. I'll use that money elsewhere. Pete, you know how I have had so many dreams that have included a hot tub? Maybe this is our chance to make that happen."

"Are you sure you realize what you signed yourself up for Son?"

"Yep, I'm sure, I'll do this for free. We can start tomorrow. Get it stripped down and then I can start to refinish it. It will only put us back two days, but I can help make up that deficit. I'll put my own house on hold for you guys."

"You're doing it for us, and that guy out on the porch. Speaking of Fred, I promised some water to Jeff. You should see the two of them. This is the happiest I have ever seen him. He has really turned his life around since his brush with the law back in December."

"What brush with the law? Is it something you can share with me?"

"I guess you're family so we can share. Fred used to drink a lot then troll for trucker dick up at the rest stop on Thompson Hill. We got him out of that mess and he has been sober since. However he hasn't been totally lucky with the guys, until now, at least we hope."

"Maybe it's time I meet the man who gives him hope" Derek said. "Lead the way."

I grabbed the promised water for Jeff, then headed towards the front porch. I rounded the corner only to find them kissing. Strong arms held each other as they continued in their clench. I cleared my throat. "Someone wanted water. Still want it or am I interrupting?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry" Fred said, coming up for air.

"Nothing to be sorry for buddy, it's great to see. Hey Jeff, I'd like to introduce you to my son, Derek, well he's Pete's son, but uhh, you get the idea..."

Jeff stood, trying to hide his erection as he did so, then offered his hand. "Nice to meet you. Damn this road has more hot men per capita than the rest of my route. Kyle, I got a favor to ask. I wanted to impress Fred by driving up on my bike, but that wasn't the smartest thing to do. I think its time I take Fred out on a date, but not on my bike, and Fred's truck is a manual. Ummm, what I am trying to say, is can I borrow your car?"

I did my best impression of my Father. "I dunno son, do you have the best intentions with my Boy here? The Doc has him on restrictions and a diet so you gotta be good to him. Bring him back before curfew, and no sex `til the Dr. says it's okay.

"I know a healthy café down in Canal Park. And you have my word on the sex. I know that when we get the go ahead, the wait will be all worth it."

************************************ Meanwhile, a few hours southwest of Duluth: ************************************

Ashley and Jason were visiting her parents, his in-laws. She was six months pregnant and wanted to spend the weekend shopping for their first born at the outlet mall near her mother's. Jason had the weekend off, and there was not much happening in Duluth, so he drove. Jason wasn't big on shopping, and his father-in-law was working the weekend, so he was left to fend for himself.

Fending for himself, quickly got boring. He was horny. Jason needed dick somehow, and needed it soon. He had been on the internet earlier in the week and remembered there was a local bookstore that had glory holes. Jason memorized the address, not wanting any evidence for Ashley to find. He got into his truck, and started out, stomach growling, nervous as shit.

When he got there, he parked in back. Even though he was hours from home, he didn't want anyone to see his truck. From the description online he knew there was a back door. Jason entered, went up front and started browsing through the videos and magazines. He saw other guys looking, some at the merchandise, and some at him. He got change from the guy at the counter, five bucks should be enough.

In the back arcade Jason looked at the various doors, some had the "in-use" lights lit, others were dark. Tentatively he entered an empty cubicle. To the right he saw the hole, the adjoining room was empty. He plunked a few coins in the slot, hit the buttons until he found a video with two older guys going at it. On any other day he might be fine with a straight video, but today he wanted a man.

Then a guy entered the next room. Jason looked him over, work-pants fit snug on his big thighs. A meaty hand cupped his basket, while he put money into the coin slot. Jason returned the gesture, and groped his own growing basket. Jason's dick needed space so he unzipped and hauled it out. He wouldn't be bragging if he told you that Ashley got lucky when she married him, Jason was showing eight inches of young cock.

He saw the sign. A thick finger caressed the bottom of the glory hole. He crooked the finger, beckoning him to put his dick through. Mature lips framed with beard stubble opened as Jason's dick entered. He was an expert. Ashley never took all eight inches, but the man on the other side of the hole did. Jason was close to cumming, but wanted to taste what the other man was packing.

Jason pulled out, scooted down, looked into the next room and paused. God he looked like the Captain. His dick was shorter, but thicker than Jason`s. Jason presented his mouth to the hole, licked his lips, then opened them for the assault. All he could think of was the Captain as he sucked the thickness. He was primed, so was Jason. The man dumped a tasty load in Jason's mouth. Then Jason spewed one on the floor.

Jason left the cubicle, and walked out to his truck. On the way back to the in-laws he thought of that night, a little over four months earlier. Ashley and he recently found out we were going to be parents. He went out with the guys, had a drink or two to celebrate, and thought better of driving. He pulled into the Thompson Hill rest stop to let the beers wear off. He grabbed a vending machine coffee, hoping it would help, it did to a point.

He sat in his truck, letting it idle as he drank his coffee. He saw a dark haired older guy stumble into the restroom. Before entering he looked back at Jason's truck. He caught his eyes, Jason followed. Jason was hard by the time he joined him in the men's room. The man looked around the urinal partition. "Like it?" Jason said. The man nodded. He followed Jason to his truck. Jason's dick was still hard so he pulled it out. The older man had his dick to the root in no time flat. Jason was getting into it and then saw the headlights of a Crown Vic enter the lot.

"Shit, a trooper" Jason thought, he was in deep shit. Thinking fast he pulled the handcuffs from behind the seat of his pickup. Jason quickly cuffed his hands and said "You're under arrest buddy" Jason planned for the man's inebriated state to be on his side. Hopefully he would not be able to counter Jason's story of the arrest. He brought him downtown, turned him over, and filed his report. He got home at four in the morning, but Captain called him in at ten.

"You fucked up big time Jason, what were you thinking? We have bigger fish to fry instead of some guy giving a blow job at the local rest stop. His lawyer shot your arrest so full of holes I couldn't make any of the charges stick. Next time you see a guy who even looks like he give blow jobs, let him go, he is probably doing the public a service. Leave the vice stings to the pros. The only plus is, we have him convinced to seek help for his drinking."

Jason learned that day that you don't shit where you eat. Nothing could happen at home, but he would be back again to the bookstore tomorrow.