Snowplow

A Year In The Life

Rebirth Part 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.

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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Rebirth Part 4

"Damn this rain" Jason muttered to himself as he ran into the Police station Thursday night. It was his last beat shift for the week. Tomorrow his in-laws would be visiting and he would be facing the dreaded "Talk" with his father-in-law.

Ashley was elated, keeping him busy with honey-do items that needed to be done before the weekend. She and her mother were going to get the nursery together while she was still able to move around. The men would paint the room on Friday while the women went out shopping, then Saturday would be for the guys to bond while the women worked on the room.

Jason was a wet tangle of nerves as he entered the station. Seeing the Captain didn't help him. "Jason, I've been meaning to talk to you, got a minute?"

"Uh yeah I guess, just got paper work, but nothing much happened so that can wait."

Jason followed the Captain to his office. Behind closed doors the Captain motioned to a chair. "Have a seat Jason. So, how are things, how is Ashley? Are you two ready to be parents?"

The unexpected line of questioning threw Jason off. He was used to being called into the office for disciplinary meetings, not to just shoot the shit with the Captain. "Things are great. The in-laws are coming up tomorrow and we are working on the nursery, maybe spend some time with my Father-in-law. And Ashley is great. I know it's a cliché, but she's never looked more beautiful."

"How's the uh.. How's the love life Jason? I know that pregnancy can put a damper on such things."

Jason got quiet. "Oh that? She cut me off months ago. Lucky I got my friend here." Jason held up his right hand and made jacking motions. "Oops, sorry Captain, excuse me for being crude."

"No worries buddy, we're both men here, been there done that." The Captain then hesitated. "Uh, Jason, I just want you to know that I've gotten some good reports from the community. They really like your presence. We don't have any firm crime numbers yet, but it is good PR for the department. Having a nice young personable guy like you helps, keep it up."

"However I do have to tell you about a report I got regarding your beat. I have a friend who works security down by the Hallet Dock." He tried to look Jason in the eye, Jason was only able to look down and gulp. The Captain smiled, knowing the rest of the story. "He has noticed the same Police car there every night lately. He tells me they have very sophisticated surveillance cameras..."

Jason's face was ashen as he looked up at his Captain, the Captain continued. "Let's just be hypothetical for a minute shall we? Put yourself in my shoes. Jason what would you do if you had someone who was working for you that had a lot of potential, but didn`t always make the smartest decisions?

"Well I guess I would try to redirect him."

"Good start. What else?"

"Maybe point out what he is doing wrong?"

"What would you do with him if he doesn't see the core reason he keeps doing the same thing wrong? Let's say this cop arrests someone for solicitation, I'm just being hypothetical here, but let's say he was a willing participant in that solicitation..."

"It wasn`t like that" Jason fumed, "He came on to me."

"Who said it was, I was hypothetical. But I do have to say this. You are a young man with needs. And it's time you face those needs with a clear head. If Ashley has cut you off now, you got at least four more months, probably more to face. What my friend down at the docks witnessed, happened while you were using public property, while you were working. You are lucky that he is a friend and brought it to my attention instead of just reporting you. It`s off the record, along with this discussion."

The Captain came around the desk, put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Listen buddy, holding secrets inside can trip up a guy. I'd hate for all of this potential to be thrown away all because of a quick hand job in your cruiser. Right now I'm the best friend you have as long as you listen to me, do we have that clear?"

"Yes" Jason gulped.

"Good, because if you fuck up again I can be your worse enemy. In the meantime there are other outlets. I have a phone number for you if you ever need it."

"I don't need to talk to the department shrink because I jack off" Jason protested.

"No, you always have me if you need to talk. The phone number is for something else entirely. Are we clear on this Jason? Because the next time I pull you into my office for this, it may be the last time."

"Very clear Captain" Jason said as he got up. The Captain showed him the door and Jason went to change in the locker room. Jason was lying to himself he thought as he changed into his civilian clothes. Things were as muddy as his backyard was. He was feeling the need for closeness with a man, now more than ever. The release he experienced in his cruiser the last three nights were all inspired by men. And now one of those men knew his secret, and another was visiting tomorrow, wanted to bond, whatever that meant. Yep, the Captain was clear as mud.

Jason drove home to his bungalow in Norton Park. A block from home he saw his neighbor the mail man enter his home, followed by a larger guy in coveralls. Jason drove another block, parked his truck in the driveway. He saw the backyard. It was foolish of him to start the project so early in the season as evidenced by the standing water. He entered his home which was dark except for a hall night light.

He pissed quickly, undressed, then spooned Ashley. She snuggled back for a while. He welcomed the closeness of her touch. A tired hand reached around to feel the belly of his pregnant wife. "Little Patrick is restless tonight Babe" Ashley whispered. "I can hardly sleep."

"Maybe I can rock you to sleep" Jason said. Despite cumming earlier, Jason felt himself harden between his pregnant wife's legs." Jason smiled to himself knowing it was a woman, his wife that made him hard. "Stop that, you know I can't..." Ashley let the sentence trail off. Tonight was not the night to start a fight. She was looking forward to seeing her parents the next day. And as much as the thought of sex while pregnant frightened her, she was happy she still made her husband hard. Ashley snuggled back in her husband's arms. They both finally fell asleep, his hardness between her legs.

A few miles further down the road I was holding Pete in my arms as we compared notes on our day. The hopeful break in the weather the next day meant we could start collecting sap for the maple syrup. Derek already promised that Saturday he would be able to finish the kitchen floor and threatened bodily harm to whoever tried to get in his way. Fred was out on a date with Jeff. It was anyone's guess what they were up to, but smart money would have to include the number sixty-nine in the answer.

I was chattering away, updating Pete, he did his best job listening. Then Pete looked at me. I had seen that look before and knew it was my turn to listen. "Y'know Kyle, I've been thinking. Derek doesn't want anyone in his nonexistent hair while he is doing the floors this Saturday. Maybe it's time the two of us venture down to the sauna together. Perhaps we can pay homage to the shrine they have made for you. I heard it's an old McDonald's sign. Billions and Billions served."

"I'm not that big of a ho" I laughed. "I do have standards after all."

"What standards? A dick and a pulse?"

"Look who I ended up with Babe, you have both so maybe I have high standards." We were giggling school kids in bed that night, our intimacy meant we could joke with each other, while be loving at the same time. I didn't know what was behind his sudden interest in the downtown sauna, so I asked. "Why the sauna now Babe?"

"It's been years since I've been there, and I have never gone there with someone I love. Besides it must get boring to have sex with just me." Pete stopped for a second, collected his thoughts, and then looked me in my eyes. "Kyle, I trust our relationship, our love. Maybe I'm being foolish, but I like sharing the fun we have with another guy. I have one sauna rule, no names."

"Oh hell yeah" I replied. It was fun to skewer Al, but sometimes I get a rush hooking up with a stranger."

From the sparkle in Pete's eyes I knew he agreed. "Maybe I should wear a costume some time, see if I could fool you."

I reached round him, held that epic butt. "Pete, I'd know that ass anywhere, can't fool me. Speaking of ass, why don't you give it up to me?"

Pete shifted around in bed. He presented his hot butt to me. I am not a stupid man, I filled it.

The early morning sky revealed a true break in the weather. There was a line of fog on the hill, signifying warmer air meeting the cool air from the lake. During the last week the lake held sway, keeping the rain in the area. On Friday, the warm air from the southwest was winning the battle. Pete and I woke together. Our gentle love making the previous night left us well rested and ready to collect sap.

I went right to my trusty woodsman outfit. Pete gave me a wolf whistle as I returned to our bedroom. "Maybe I shouldn't release you to the dogs down at the sauna" he said. "I doubt any of them are worthy."

"Let's focus on today's task" I added. "Beside we'll only hook up with someone that we both want to. If not we'll get squeaky clean in the shower and grab our own private room. That should make everyone else jealous."

The fog started to roll down the hill as we gathered the sap. It didn't seem like much at first, but with every tree our cart became heavier, harder to pull, especially on the damp trail. I struggled a bit, but carried on knowing it was my workout for the day.

We had collected a little more than 25 gallons of sap by the end of the morning. I was excited until Pete reminded me it would only produce about a half-gallon of syrup.

"These kind of things aren't easy Kyle, but like most things that are good, it's worth the extra effort. You for instance."

I couldn't argue with Pete there. I did feel that he was worth the extra effort. Hell; just spending a few hours that morning, out on our property together was a joy despite the work involved. But the setbacks we had suffered over the months proved our relationship still needed work to help it prosper.

We walked back towards our house after we dropped off the sap. He pulled me close as he pointed out details of our properties. There was an eagle's nest high in one of our pines. He showed me the lower shrubs that helped deer survive through the winter season. I remembered times out ruffed grouse hunting with my father as he showed me clues to look for. The only thing missing was our hunting dog Rip.

"See that metal post there? That's our property line. If you draw a straight line this way to the street, that way down to just beyond the creek, this side is yours, that side is mine." He stopped for a second, choked up. "Kyle, I know you have plans once the remodel is done, but I want this line to disappear." The words were simple, but they hid something Pete didn't dare to even dream about. Sure we had joked, calling each other hubby, Derek calls me Dad, and I call him son. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want your name on the deed to this house. It's the only thing I can offer to show my promise to you, my promise to..."

I hugged him. "Pete, you don't have to promise me anything. I know what's in your heart. As far as I'm concerned we're a married couple..."

Those word caught Pete off guard. "Married? Really? I'd be happy settling for love, your name on the deed, but Married?"

"We don't have to prove anything to anyone else Pete. What we feel for each other is enough."

"Oh Kyle" he said then pulled me in for a kiss. "I don't need anything, or anyone else. I don't need a deed, or a name on a license. All I need is the man I am holding right now."

"You and me both Babe" I added. "However I have to go to work. I'm gonna be late the way it is."

Reluctantly we broke our kiss and continued on our way home. I chuckled as we entered the lower level. "Pete, I also don't need my name on the deed to consider this our home. I've felt that way ever since you asked me to live here."

"You'd better hurry and get ready for work before I convince you to spend the rest of the day here, christening our home." Pete laughed "Let's shower."

I shucked my clothes with haste at that offer. Pete beat me getting naked, then got the shower going. We had a quick, efficient, tender shower, followed by a loving towel dry, then I ran upstairs to get dressed. I felt like I was in a fifties sit-com when Pete kissed me at the door as I hurried out. I was only five minutes late.

Janine and Patrick had left their home early that Friday. In order to get the nursery painted by the end of the day, they had to be in Duluth by 10:00, Patrick shot for 9:00. Jason wasn't looking forward to seeing his in-laws. Between his talk with the Captain last night, and the unknown topic his father-in-law needed to discuss, he was overwhelmed. The momentary solace he felt holding his pregnant wife Ashley last night had since washed away.

The red Accord of Jason's in-laws pulled into his drive. "They're here Ash" he said. "Are we ready?"

"What do we have to be ready for? It's just my parents." They greeted Janine and Pat at the door. "Welcome to our home Mom, Dad" Ashley said.

"Charming house... how... quaint" Janine said. "Just what are your plans for that mud hole out back?"

"Now Jan, this is a nice house for a policeman's salary. We'll have little Pat's room ship shape in no time."

"Mom, Dad, why don't you two sit in the living room while Ash and I go get some coffee and pastries. We'll show you your room later on." Jason and Ashley went to the kitchen. "See that is what I was talking about. The house isn't big enough, the yard is a mud hole and my policeman salary isn't good enough for them. Why do I even bother trying?"

"Don't worry babe, after this weekend you'll have them eating out of your hands. Dad even said something about spending the day with you, maybe going for a workout, something like that."

A block down the street Fred walked out to his trusty old Chevy pickup. Even though it was a rusty piece of crap, it was his rusty piece of crap. He was happy that the pickup box was still in good shape, and so was the topper. He looked in the back of the topper. Yep, the boxes of flooring were still there, unharmed by the weather. Derek had pulled some strings down at the local home improvement store and Fred was bringing them back today for store credit. He backed out of the driveway, drove down the street where he noticed a shiny red Accord parked next to a newer black Chevy truck. He hadn't seen the red Accord before, but the truck looked familiar.

At the home improvement store Fred parked the old truck close to entry near the returns desk. He found an empty cart and loaded the flooring onto it. He was expecting to see one of the women inside. But was instead greeted by a booming "Fred m'boy, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Rolf what are you doing inside? Who let you out of your cage?" Fred looked at the burly mountain of a man. Rolf skimmed 6 foot even but easily tipped the scale at 290 plus. His "May I help you" apron barely contained his ball stomach, and most of the lettering was obscured by his full beard. There were few men that made Fred feel small, Rolf was one of them.

"One of my coworkers called in sick. I was the only one available to cover her shift. I'm up here for another fifteen minutes `til the replacement arrives. I dunno, maybe they're grooming me for management. Though I don't know how they could groom this." Rolf stroked his full beard for emphasis.

Fred laughed. Rolf was one of the reasons he loved shopping this store. His good humor was always at his own expense, never at others. If he was honest with himself, Fred might even own up to a small crush on the big guy. But in all of his fantasizing he never quite figured how the two of them would deal with their hefty guts.

"So I see here that Derek used his weight to get us to return this flooring." Rolf lowered his voice. "Still trying to figure that guy out. He used to be a pain in the ass, especially when he would inspect my flips, but he seems to have mellowed out a bit."

Fred smiled to himself. "Oh I am sure he is still a pain in someone's ass. But he has really grown to be a friend, almost part of the family. That's why he went to bat for us. Don't worry, your store is getting the business back, we need some patio block and a hot tub, plus decking. It will be on Kyle Hansen's account"

"Well after I write this credit we can head off to the yard and pick out what you need. I'll be in my element out there, back in the cage as you call it. Heh, imagine trying to cage up a big ole bear like me."

Rolf's replacement arrived shortly. The two men crossed the floor and walked out to the lumber yard. Fred followed the giant man with interest. From the back he looked even more formidable. A broad back went down to a firm ass and thick thighs. The apron strings met slightly above the ass, emphasizing a waist that wasn't visible out front due to his gut.

Fred was enamored with this big guy. Even his close cropped hair which emphasized a bald spot on the back of his head was sexy to Fred. Fred was so taken he didn't see the forklift that stopped Rolf dead in his tracks. Fred ran into Rolf, his own belly fit perfectly into the small of Rolf's back. His right hand went around and grabbed Rolf's ball belly as a means to stop him.

"Whoa buddy, I like ya, not sure if I like ya that much." Rolf laughed. "Usually you have to buy me dinner to get that." The laugh was genuine, hearty.

"Don't worry buddy, you're not my type" Fred responded. "But if you were, you'd be buying me dinner in no time flat. However it'd have to be a light dinner, the Doc put me on a light duty since the heart attack." With certain people, Fred had decided that he no longer felt the need to hide who he was. The kindness he saw in the big man made him realize he was smart to include Rolf among those people.

Rolf grasped his chest dramatically. "Not your type? That stings buddy. I guess not everyone can handle this much perfection." He then changed gears. "So what's the prognosis on the ticker? Full recovery or is it gonna slow you down?"

"Doc thinks full recovery. He just wants me to start exercising, eat healthy and lose some of this gut. He has already cleared me for sex as long as my... uh... partner does most of the work." Fred hesitated for a second then remembered how nonjudgmental Rolf had always been. "I guess I got lucky with Jeff" he quietly added.

The warm smile on Rolf's face let Fred know he made the right decision. "Congrats my friend, honesty looks good on you."

"The pastries from the west end bakery were a nice touch" Jason thought as he cleared off the coffee table. His wife and mother-in-law had already left for their shopping trip. Jason took his time in the kitchen, rinsing the plates and coffee cups, he did anything he could think of to put off the inevitable "The Talk."

"We can't put this off any longer." Patrick's body loomed in the kitchen entry way. "Got any more of that coffee?"

Jason poured two cups and then followed his father-in-law back to the living room. The usually jovial man who was sitting on the sofa, looked suddenly somber. "I don't know how to say this Jason" he started, "So I'll just be honest. I saw you at the bookstore last week. Now before you say anything, my guess is you were there for the same exact reason I was."

Jason held back for a second, then said "But Pat..."

"Jason, let me talk. I know how it is. If my daughter is anything like her mother, she has probably already cut you off. Heaven knows Jan hasn't touched me in months. And god forbid I would even hint for a blow job, much less have her give me one. You're a strong young man, and we men have needs. What I'm trying to say is that as far as I'm concerned, a hole is a hole and a mouth is a mouth. Oh the hell with it, I don't know what I'm saying. Only that if you're smart and safe like me, places like the book store offer any number of mouths waiting to suck you dry."

Jason looked up at his father-in-law incredulously. "So you're okay with me getting blow jobs on the side? Isn't that cheating on your daughter?"

"I said, as long as you are smart and safe. If you are dumb and get caught, or if you put my daughter in harm's way, in any way Ashley and little Patrick will be at my home before you can wipe the cum off your face."

Jason looked at Pat "But Pat I only..."

"Be honest with yourself Jason. It was my friend Phil who was in the next booth. He said you sucked his cock into the next dimension. And my good buddy Chuck was there the day before. He described a well hung young stud who fit your description. From the sounds of it you slurped him down too. Now I know most of us who frequent the bookstore will do the "good buddy" thing and help out the other guy with a hand job and maybe a lick or two, but you sound well beyond that."

"So you've done it? It WAS your car I saw leaving the parking lot?"

"Yes and Yes, it was one of my mistakes. I usually take the truck, they're a dime a dozen in these parts. And yes, I gotta admit it. I've done the "good buddy" thing. I've actually gotten pretty good at it. One of the perks of my jobs is traveling, checking out all of the places I read about online. I was hoping to check out this private glory hole I read about up here, but that guy hasn't posted in weeks. Instead I'm taking you to the sauna tomorrow. I'll drive, no one knows my car up here."

Rolf punched out from work and stuffed himself into his new PT Cruiser. He was proud of that thing, even though people made fun of the size disparity between the man and his machine. Thinking back on his day Rolf remembered, and at the same time regretted his interaction with Fred. Rolf secretly admired that Fred was finally honest about something Rolf could only joke about, his sexuality.

He also regretted that Fred was apparently dating someone named Jeff. He had a secret crush on Fred but was put off by the signs of alcoholism he had seen. He had lost his first and only boyfriend years ago due to drinking, he wasn't going down that road again.

But the Fred he had seen the last few months was a much changed man. He looked healthier, more assured of himself. Rolf started to joke more openly with Fred, dropping double entendres, hoping he'd pick them up. Fred never did. Until today, which proved too late.

Rolf pulled out onto Grand Avenue and headed towards the freeway. He thought of the house that Fred was working on. So a couple named Pete and Kyle were picking up the pavers on Sunday. Was this Kyle guy building his own gay Taj Mahal?

Rolf drove past a small hole in the wall bar. It was the kind of bar his ex, Chris used to drink himself silly in. A man exited the bar. His halting gait belied a few too many drinks, his face showed the effects of many rough years.

He drove past the freeway, took a right a few blocks later, and parked in front of his new house, an old converted church. He turned on the oven, then went to the fridge and pulled out a frozen pizza. When he doctored it to his liking he popped it into the oven, grabbed a beer and sat down in front of the television.

He thought about his 53 years, what did he have to show for it. A new car, a new house, but no one in his life. He vowed that night to start living his life the way he wanted, the way he was meant to live. He thought a trip to the downtown sauna might be a way to celebrate that life, and have some dirty fun while doing so.

For some reason I was still apprehensive about our trip to the sauna on Saturday. Pete had spent Friday distilling our syrup down to the right consistency. He brought me down to the shack, showed me the relatively complex looking apparatus. "This is it babe" he said holding up the half gallon of syrup. "I just have to filter it, we can bottle it later. We'll collect more sap tomorrow then head to the sauna for some R&R. Sunday it will all be about making syrup while Derek works on the floor."

"Don't forget, we need to break away on Sunday to pick up the pavers. Fred told me the decking and the hot tub are being delivered on Thursday, weather permitting, but the pavers are all on us."

Damn, I'd follow him anywhere. He opened the bottle to give me a taste. It was rich, flavorful, and best of all it was something we made, from our land, our trees. Somehow I knew that our relationship was going to pass the sauna test the next day, and my apprehension melted away.

We woke the next day at our usual early time. The warmth of the previous day showed in the sap production. We had to make two trips to the shack while collecting it. We covered the larger buckets then went home. Breakfast was simple but hearty since it was going to last us most of the day.

Derek stopped by on his way to the farmhouse. "So what's on your agenda today?" he asked.

"Were staying out of your way, heading to the downtown sauna" Pete admitted.

Derek shook his head. "I still don't see how you guys do it. But if you can handle it, who am I to judge?"

"It's simple Derek" I said. "We just know the difference between sex and love."

"Like I said, who am I to judge? You two seem to be making it work. Just don't know if I could. I guess all I can do is hope you guys have fun and try not to think of me while I am all alone slaving away at your house." He smiled. "I'd better get going if I want to get done today. D'ya know if the guys have cleared out?"

"They said something about going up to Gooseberry Falls State Park. That should keep them busy for the day." After hugging Derek goodbye, Pete and I spent some time on our own projects. Pete started to wash the jars he would use for the syrup, he wanted to be completely ready for tomorrow.

I claimed my stake in the lower level by finding the right spot for my Hot Wheels display. The kitschy Seventies painting that was on that wall was one of the few things left that reminded Pete of his ex-wife, so he was more than willing to see it gone. I mounted the "Mopar or No Car" neon sign, then the display case.

Filling the case was a nostalgic trip, with an unexpected detour. I started to remember where I had gotten some of the cars while I filled the case. Many were recent. The Purple Custom Charger for instance took pride of place smack dab in the middle of the top row.

However when I unwrapped the Gold Custom Thunderbird it hit me. Most of my childhood collection I had gotten while shopping with my Dad. Car after car that entered the case reminded me of the stores we used to shop at, the cars he used to bring back to me after a work trip, the times he would watch me play with them.

I also realized that I had packed them away twice. First when I became a man I thought of them as a foolish remnant of my childhood. Then later, as an adult, I started to collect again. I realized that morning that my renewed interest in collecting coincided with the loss of my Father. Maybe subconsciously I was filling his void with the toys he helped me collect.

When I moved up here from Chicago, I packed those cars again. I hadn't made an effort to find a home for them until now. This was the last clue I needed. This was my home. Pete was my man. I held back tear as I filled the case. Shiny little toy cars had helped me understand so much about myself. I struggled filling the last three slots, I still had many memories to display.

I was so lost in my thoughts Pete's voice startled me. "It's beautiful Babe. Almost like it always belonged."

"You don't know the half of it" I said then shed the tears I held inside.

Pete pulled me down on the sectional, held me while I cried. "What's this all about?"

I opened up, about the cars, about my dad, about the house, about our son. "Maybe that's it Pete" I said. "Maybe that's why Derek can't fathom that we play around. He is holding us to a higher standard. I have no doubt that the Dad that I remember is partially the idealized one. No doubt he had faults, but they are long forgotten. Derek gets to see our faults. I dunno, maybe we shouldn't be playing on the side, or maybe this is one thing we shouldn't be so honest about."

"He's our son and we should be honest with him, and he should be honest with himself. It's the only way he and Justin can make the right decision for themselves. Now let's head down there. If I am going to pay for a day, I am going to use the sauna, we'll be wasting an hour by the time we get there the way it is."

We quickly got ready, then headed downtown. There were a few vehicles in the lot that I recognized, plus a couple more. We parked between a new PT Cruiser and a red Accord then walked by Bubs' lifted Ford F-150.

Damn, Bub was here. Usually big trucks like his were compensation for something, but not in Bub's case. Funny, I never knew Bubs' real name, but I could pick his dick out of a police line-up. It was a Frankenstein's monster of a dick. A fleshy combination of my mushroom head, Pete's length, and Charlie's beer can thickness. I would always flirt with Bub, but I was at least a decade past sell-by date for him. Yeah, Bub liked them young and hung and full of cum, his cum preferably. I knew right away that Pete and I weren't on his menu.

We paid, then headed downstairs. As we walked through the maze of rooms towards the lockers I saw Bub's fleshy ass enter a room, preceded by a tall young dark haired man. Bub didn't waste a second once he found his type.

Pete and I undressed at adjoining lockers. A few of the usual suspects walked casually through the locker room assessing the situation. None of them appealed to me or Pete. We each grabbed a towel and headed towards the sauna. "It's your pick today Babe" Pete said, then opened the door for me.

There were two guys on the top tier. The distance between them, and their body language signified their lack of interest in each other. They both appeared to be somewhere between Pete and I in age, but that is where the similarity ended.

To the left, farther down, was a cleanly shaven, well-built man. The start of a five o'clock shadow was enhanced by a dense carpeting of fur on his chest and tight stomach. Five inches of soft dick sprouted from a full, yet trimmed bush. A flash of gold on his hand signified his wedding band as his left hand started to play with his cock. He gave me a look as we entered, but something in his eyes didn't sit right. To the right, in my usual spot, was a mountain of a man. He was about Pete's height, but weighed considerably more. However this weight was tightly packed on his large frame. A big bushy beard rested on a firm hairy belly. The beard was in contrast to his close cropped hair. His firm legs sat wide. Below the belly I spied bull balls, and a hefty knob.

He must have been deep in thought, soaking in the warmth as we entered. I noticed his sexy full lashes, his heavy lids. The closing of the door caused him to look up, that's when I saw his eyes. In the dim light of the sauna, I was unsure if they were hazel or green. It didn't matter when he saw us. A quick smile brought warmth to those eyes. His eyes followed us as we took the steps up to join him on the top tier, leaving a respectable yet close distance between us.

It all took seconds, yet in those seconds I knew who I wanted to share with Pete. The contrasts were stark, cockiness versus warmth. The man who was smiling at me with his eyes, far outdistanced the man who was flashing seven thick inches my way.

"Sorry `bout the heat, but I figure if I'm paying for it, might as well use it" the big man said.

"No need to apologize to us, we got one of these at home" Pete responded.

"If you two have a sauna at your house. What are you doing here?' His expressive eyes punctuated the last question. His smile also gave me my answer.

"If we stayed at home, we'd never get a chance to meet someone as handsome as you to share. That is, if you'd like to."

"Handsome? Me?" His voice boomed as he laughed. "You flatter me." He then got quiet. "I think I'd like to spend some time with two such sexy men, Just need a few more minutes of this heat, then we can find a room."

It was obvious the other man in the room was dejected. He stopped playing with his dick then muttered something about the heat getting to him. He got up, draped his towel around his waist, and was about to leave when the "World's Greatest Dad" entered the sauna. I'm sure the married guy saw a fellow traveler, so he sat back down, and undid his towel

The "WGD" noticed his favorite spot filled. He looked my way, caught my eye, then ambled up the steps and sat his perfectly furred butt between Pete and the married man. I am not sure which one of us he wanted the most, maybe all three, but Pete took us out of the equation. "Care to share that room we talked about Buddy?" he said to the large man.

"Damn right I do" he boomed out. "Let's grab a shower, then you lead the way."

We showered mainly to rinse off sweat and get acquainted. It was almost comical getting three big guys like us under one shower head. We quickly found out he wasn't averse to kissing, he was a pro in fact.

"What are you guys into?" he asked between kisses.

"I hate that question" I answered truthfully. "We like to just see where it goes, we're open to almost anything with the right man."

"And my man feels you're the right man, not that I disagree with him."

"You guys sure know how to boost a big man's ego, just when I needed it. Let's go find that room."

As we toweled off, the World's Greatest Dad left the sauna, followed closely by the older, married man. The World's Greatest Dad's towel slipped from his waist, revealing the furry butt my tongue and dick were so familiar with. Our three sets of eyes watched as the WGD motioned for the other man to follow him into the video room, and the waiting private room beyond.

"Damn, a couple of fine specimen like that, and you two chose me?"

"My husband has good taste" Pete replied. "And also tastes good."

"Lucky for me, cuz that's where I intend to start, the taste test. C'mon, like I said, you lead the way."

We headed in the opposite direction of the WGD and his playmate for the day. I knew Bub and his conquest had taken my usual room, but hoped the one across the hall was available. By the panting, moans and muffled groans I knew that Bub's Frankenstein monster was balls deep in the young man.

The room across the hall was available, so we quickly entered, then latched the door. "I promised you a taste test, lay down my friends."

Pete and I removed our towels then laid on the bed together. Our shower playtime had us hard, so I held my dick as invitation to our new friend. "Here you go Bud, enjoy."

He crawled between my legs and sucked my dick in completely "Yummm" he said as he came up for air, "You're a leaker, I like that." He continued to bob on my dick while Pete stroked his own. He then feasted on my balls. "Quite a mouthful buddy, but this is what I really want."

His strong hands pushed my legs back and lifted my ass off the bed. A tongue and full beard gave me intense pleasure as they made their way from my ball sack to my hole. That beard was a new sensation for me as he swabbed it up and down my crack, and over my hole. "Oh FUCK Pete, You gotta feel this, he's incredible." I grunted out

"Don't worry, he's next. And if you're lucky one of you might even get my pecker." He chuckled at himself, then went right back to teasing my ass with his tongue and beard.

"Not today Buddy, our asses are off limits to anyone else's dick. You'll have to make do with that tongue of yours." Pete laid the ground rules, we wouldn't be using the hall pass.''

"Gladly, Damn he tastes good. I'm sure glad you're sharing your man with me." He poked his head up between my legs, his eyes smiled at me. "Tell me, does he taste as good as you do?"

"You'll have to make that decision bud. Babe, pull back your legs, show him the buffet."

Pete mimicked my position. Our new friend had two manly butts on the menu. He looked back and forth at them, then shook his head. "Damn, glad I finally got up enough nerve to come down here. And then the hottest men here pick me?" He continued to shake his head as he looked at the asses offered to him. Then he looked at the one he hadn't tasted yet. "Your turn buddy."

One pass through Pete's ass with our new friends tongue was all it took.

"GOD BABE, I know what you meant. And I thought you were good. Where on earth did you learn to eat ass like this Buddy? Damn Bud, you're gonna have me open for my man here. D'ya like that idea? D'ya want to see him fuck me?

"Fuck YEAH. Just let me open you up a bit more." The big man went back to slobbering on Pete's hole. Pete was bucking his ass back on our friends tongue and beard. I got on my side and watched the two go at it. I knew the intense pleasure Pete was feeling. The satisfied eyes of our new friend told me he had the same pleasure.

I moved, got close to Pete's face. "Are you ready?" Pete nodded. "Good cuz I want to try something new." I looked down at the man who was feasting away. "Hey Bud, you ever eat someone's ass while it was being fucked?"

"No, But I always wanted to try."

"Good, It'll be a first for me too, not sure how this is going to work, we'll have to play it by ear.

I straddled our friend as he was lapping away, then pushed Pete's legs back even more so. "Open him up, yeah that's it." I said then held Pete's cheeks apart. "See how beautiful and slick with spit you made it buddy? Admire it, that's your work."

Our friends face was inches away, he blew on Pete's open hole, and Pete flexed it when he felt the hot breath. "Fuck him, let me see that big head of yours enter that ass."

I inched forward `til my dick met his hole. I looked in Pete's loving eyes. "This is for you Babe"

I slowly sank my dick in my man's butt. "Oh yeah." It was almost a whisper from this big man. He moved, got his face closer to the action, took a whiff. "Smells good too." His tongue darted out, he got a taste of man crack. "MMMMM HMMMM" he moaned loudly.

Pete and I were enjoying it, and from the sound of it, the big man was too. I'd fuck Pete for a bit, pull out, then let our friend lick his hole. Every taste, every sensation brought a smile to his face. Even when he wasn't eating, he was cheering us on. "Yeah, ride that sexy ass. You're lucky to have such a good fucker as a lover. Oh God yeah, maybe someday you both can fuck me."

"If you play your cards right maybe today could be that day." Pete grunted out. "Do me a favor buddy, get my man's dick wet with your spit, I need him to come in me and soon."

Pete's butt was getting a bit dry, so I pulled out and pushed my dick towards the big man's waiting mouth. He suctioned on it for a few passes, leaving more spit on it every time "Yeah, his ass tastes good, inside and out" he said, then slobbered more spit on my cut dick. "That's enough, fuck him buddy, fill him."

"Give me room my friend. I'm getting close to the edge and I don't need collateral damage when I go over."

He backed off as I planted my dick firmly in Pete's ass. I started hammering away as the new guy looked on.

"Can't resist this" he said, and suddenly I felt his beard and tongue back on my crack. Damn, we finally found the groove I was hoping for. He worked his beard, tongue and nose over my hole. All the nerves in my body were concentrated on the area between my hole and my dick. "Tastes... SO... GOOD" he said in between assaulting my ass. "Gonna... Make... You... CUM...

He got up to his knees and fisted his dick. Hot cum hit my ass as I fucked Pete. That threw me over the edge as I unloaded deep in the man I loved. Pete's tight butt clamped down on my prick as Pete spurted all over his chest.

I trembled inside Pete as he laid there. "Damn I see a mess I made, gotta clean it up" the big man said as he started to lick the cum that was leaking down my crack. Even after I was clean, he swabbed his entire beard past my hole, then he laid his large body down on my back. He looked at a smiling Pete. "Oops, another mess." He got off my back, then leaned in to lick Pete clean. He then looked at me. "Anything you need cleaned."

I pulled my spit and cum slimed dick out of Pete's ass then laid back on the bed. "Have at it buddy."

Pete rolled over and laid beside me as our new friend carefully cleaned me off. We were both feeling the need to rest, to cuddle, to hold each other. I wondered for a second if our friend shared the same need for quiet intimacy.

He took one last slow suck on my dick, then perched himself on his elbow. "M'names Rolf, pleased to meet you. Sorry I didn't catch your names."

I was about to answer when Pete interjected. "That's cuz we didn't share them, part of the rules of the game today. We are a bit hesitant about giving out personal information here. We'll only do it when we really connect with a guy."

Rolf looked dejected, I saw his sad eyes for the first time. Then Pete continued "And that's why we want your email, I hope you got a computer."

With that the floodgates opened. Rolf told us about his new/old house, new car and his side business of flipping houses. He stopped short of telling us what he did for a job. "You have your secrets, I have mine." he said. "But I tell you, I ran into an old friend yesterday. He had the nerve to come out to me, well he sort of did. I've never seen him look, better, or happier. It made me realize what I was missing. It looks like you two have what I am missing. I only hope I can have good friends like you to help show me the way."

Pete spoke up. "Rolf, my hubby and I were about to snuggle..."

"I get the message, you need room" Rolf said, then started to get up.

"No, I am sure I am speaking for him too, want to join us?"

He wordlessly fell into our arms. As we were kissing I heard the door open and close across the hall. The unmistakable sound of Bub's large feet exited the room. "Damn, what a tight ass" Bub said as he walked away.

A few minutes later there was a knock at our door. "Hey Jase, You in there?"

"He might be across the hall" Rolf said.

"Jase, you gotta join me, I just left this hot guy in another room. If you've never fucked a man's butt before, this is as good as they get."

"God, what's the deal there?" Rolf said. "All three of them have wedding rings."

"The heart want's what it wants Rolf, and the dick is less discriminating." Pete explained.