Snowplow

A Year in the Life

Shelter 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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Shelter Part 3

The Evil Grin

The midweek traffic was light at Caleb's McDonald's, so after negotiating a longer break, he hi-tailed it over to the lumberyard. He had often made the trek, hoping to catch a glimpse of his favorite big bear Rolf. His crush on Rolf started a few years back when he and his dad would make numerous trips to Rolf's store while remodeling their kitchen. It had grown over the years as Rolf became one of Caleb's many jack off fantasies.

Rolf was the antithesis of his dad. The boisterous, witty, mountain of man was in stark contrast to the slight, seemingly average man, Caleb's father was. Caleb was hesitant in calling his dad average, especially knowing his online viewing habits. His father's saving grace was how he gave Caleb the support he needed, as a deaf and gay young man.

On his way to the lumberyard Caleb rehearsed it all in his mind. He knew exactly how the conversation would happen between Rolf and him. He and his father were going to be working on their backyard patio. Landscaping pavers would be a suitable topic to discuss with one of his fantasy men. It would give him a chance to be near him, inhale him. He could see the beard that fascinated him. He would feel the deep voice, maybe experience Rolf's signature chuckle. Caleb smiled at that thought. Rolf's voice could be felt as well as heard. He once broke out into "Summertime" a warm day a few years back, and the vibrations from Rolf's voice surprised Caleb. Caleb's startled jump triggered a deep belly laugh from Rolf. Caleb hoped a beautiful spring day might inspire a similar occurrence today.

Caleb's preparation went for naught when he saw the two men across the lumberyard. The Police Captain himself was there with Rolf. They were talking by the very pavers Caleb had been interested in. From the body language he could sense that their meeting was tense. He was too far away to read lips, and any attempt to get closer would only bring attention to his presence.

"Can I help you?"

The tap on his shoulder surprised him. Caleb turned and saw Richard. "Dick" was someone he usually avoided at the lumberyard. If Rolf was a jerk-off fantasy, Dick was a boner killer. Beyond this, Dick wasn't all that bright. Seeing Caleb's hearing aid, Dick all but shouted "Sorry, if you need help I can get Rolf over here, he knows sign language."

Caleb quickly edited himself. "No need to shout Richard. The hearing aid does help me hear, believe it or not. Just looking for some landscape timbers right now." He looked at his watch quickly. "Oops, time to get back to work."

Caleb said goodbye to Dick, and then entered the main store. His chance to talk to Rolf had been thwarted, so he chose some chocolate covered peanuts, the headed toward the cashier.

I barely noticed Caleb when Pete and I entered the store. It was Pete's nature to enter through the exit, otherwise we would have not even seen him. He looked up as the cashier was bagging his purchase. "Sorry about the letter to the editor, guys. That Isaiah person is an asshole in my opinion."

"Thanks" I mouthed. Even with the strength I found from Pete, public discussions like this still felt too personal. I could be the needed support to friends as they struggled with coming out, but failed to take my own advice in these situations. It was my last vestige of the closet so to speak, one I couldn't leave easily. Instead of facing it, I gave Caleb a feeble thumb's up, then quickly caught up to Pete.

At the paver display, we chose what we needed for our backyard wedding. I had drawn up a quick plan for the space and wanted to get it done as soon as possible before the event. Time wasn't on our side, but from experience I figured we could pull anything together. All we needed to do, was take a trip out to the lumberyard to check on availability, before we'd finalize and pick up our order.

Something about home improvement stores brings out the "butch" in me. They provide an opportunity to cruise the married daddies without them even realizing. I was on a testosterone high by the time I got to the lumberyard, but Richard quickly brought that high, back down to earth.

There was a displeasure hiding somewhere in his "Can I help you two... uh... gentlemen find something?"

I put him out of his misery. "We know where the landscape pavers are. Just looking right now." I scanned the yard, then saw Rolf come out from behind two large pallets of pavers. "Rolf has worked with us before. I am sure he knows what we need."

Pete and I couldn't get to the pavers fast enough. But even as we approached him, we could tell Rolf wasn't himself. He put his hand up in an effort to slow us down. "Be with you in a second guys." Rolf turned and walked towards the store. Everything about him was wrong. Our robust, often imposing friend, looked like half a man as he closed the door.

Pete and I looked over the landscaping options, but neither one of us could keep our mind on the project. While contemplating a paver he had placed on the blacktop, Pete looked up to me. "Something's up with Rolf."

"He's been seeing someone who suddenly cooled things off. I guess this guy is in the public eye and is worried about being outed" I explained to Pete.

"Well he should talk to us dammit. I mean if anyone knows how that feels, it's the two of us."

I laughed thinking about the drama the letter to the editor had created already this week. Pete stood, and started to chuckle. "Knowing all this bullshit we're going through we are still doing it. We just have to let Rolf know we have his back."

"Oh I know. It's just not easy." Rolf's quiet voice rattled us. We looked to our friend who stood just a few feet away. We could see the bloodshot eyes. "I think I just broke up with someone, someone I wish I could have introduced to my two favorite gentlemen."

Pete opened his arms. The hug was implicit. Rolf quickly found shelter in the same arms that were holding me earlier in the day. I thought of the difference in the way Rolf and Dick had said the word gentlemen. One was filled with respect, the other disdain.

I was certain I would see more tears on Rolf's face when the hug was done. Instead I saw the sparkle I always expect from Rolf. "So what can I help my friends with today?"

"Don't get me wrong. I am not questioning your honesty; I simply cannot tolerate sloppy police work."

Jason sat across the desk from Carl." Just who the fuck does this know-nothing, two-bit deputy sheriff from a backwater county in the middle of nowhere, think he is?" Jason thought to himself. Yes, the Captain gave Jason orders to assist with Carl's investigation, but his police work was being called into question.

"With all due respect Carl, just what is sloppy about my work? I gave you all of my emails, I have followed procedure with respect to all of the evidence." Jason was seething inside, but he continued. He tried to think of the quiet resolve the Captain always exuded. He chose his words wisely. "Please enlighten me" would sound snarky and defensive, traits that wouldn't serve him well. He finally said "Please help me with this."

Carl gestured for Jason to come look at the files he had on his laptop. "Jason, I have questions about this piece of evidence." Jason hoped his gulp wasn't too obvious. Carl had the files open to the dildo that had been found in the parking lot of the downtown sauna. Jason knew that Carl had every right to question the police work related to that piece of evidence. First there was the length of time between finding the evidence, and turning it in. Then, both he and the Captain had avoided doing the usual procedural analysis on the dildo.

"I'm sorry about the oversight on that one" Jason finally said, quietly. "I didn't realize it might even be evidence until after I got the emails."

Carl turned to look at the cop who was peering at the computer screen. "Is there something else you need to tell me Jason? I can only help you in this investigation if you are totally honest with me."

Jason felt a sudden need to be open with Carl. He was about to confess everything, but the knock on the door stopped him. The Captain opened the door slightly. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"Not really" Jason said. "In fact I was about to fill Carl in on some details of the case."

"I'm not gonna let you guys buy anything today, until you redraw these plans." The life I saw in Rolf's eyes was a welcome sight after the way he looked earlier. The tears were replaced by an intense focus on our backyard project. "I get off in a few, why don't I join you out at your home and we can plan a backyard that is cohesive with the home, the site, and nature. I know the two of you want something in place before the wedding, but we can do this in stages. Hell, my side yard project is on hold since the... uh... I mean since I got dumped."

I wasn't going to delve into the whole story at that moment. I simply celebrated the renewed energy I felt in our big friend. We walked the lumberyard looking at various materials that Rolf suggested. I could see how they connected with the seventies architecture of our home, and its forest setting.

Rolf was right. Our backyard had to be something that tied the home to its location. It had to be a transition that allowed humans and wildlife to feel at home. "This will only work if everyone feels sheltered back there." I smiled at the words Rolf chose. He continued "Don't worry, I'm still working on the ceremony."

I had no doubt he was. I could feel him re-write it in his head, while we stood there making plans.

The Captain sat back and watched Jason come clean. He was proud of the young policemen as he related everything pertinent to the case. Carl was supportive, nonjudgmental during the confession about Jason's extramarital relationship with a man. Jason told Carl everything, every detail. The Captain was merely a witness during the confession. He knew he would provide the support Jason needed, when needed, but the time never came.

Carl just sat there and listened. His interjections were minimal, only there to allow Jason time to think and then go on with the story. When it was all done, Carl said simply "There, wasn't that a relief?

The large sigh from Jason, caused the Captain to laugh. "Carl, I don't know how you did it. I'd hate to be a criminal being interrogated by you."

"Luckily Jason's only crime is living a double life." Carl looked directly at Jason. "Buddy, I don't know how you do it. I have a good friend who struggled with who he was, early in life. My guess is you could benefit from talking to him. He's a good guy, one of the best, so if you ever feel the need..."

Jason nodded to Carl "I'm okay, just not ready yet, but when I am, I'll tell you. It's just too complicated right now."

The openness the Captain saw in his protégé, was exactly what was needed. If only he could be as open as Jason was. Carl's description of Jason could just as easily have worked for the Captain. The struggle of a double life had just caused him the one relationship that felt the most right to him. He was pretty sure he knew the man Carl was talking about. With any luck he would be attending Kyle's wedding soon.

The corkboard above Rolf's computer desk told the story of his life for the next two weeks. The quick landscape plan he had drawn for Pete and Kyle had the prominent spot. Their time together the previous day had inspired a cohesive vision for their backyard. Their simple dinner, and naked time in the sauna fleshed out the vision for their ceremony. The two men talked openly with Rolf, reminiscing about their first night together and their shared love.

Next to the landscape plan, were two photos. One was of the Northern Lights, the other, the shores of Lake Superior. Sitting in his converted church, Rolf thought how all great church architecture brought the eyes upwards, towards the heavens. Neither Kyle nor Pete were religious men, but Rolf knew that nature was their comfort. Their backyard would be the sanctuary they needed.

The final piece in the puzzle was the Bob Dylan album "Blood On the Tracks" that was propped against the corkboard. Rolf had dusted off the turntable to listen to it. He needed the ritual that came with vinyl. It would be easier to play the CD, but vinyl required more of an investment, and sounded warmer in his church.

Instinctively Rolf knew the Dylan album was the totally wrong inspiration for a wedding ceremony. Fraught with the emotion inherent in a divorce, "Blood On the Tracks" was hitting him hard that morning. His favorite song "Tangle Up in Blue" became more personal considering the man he had just untangled with. After yesterday, Rolf wasn't certain if he could ever get back together with his own man in blue.

He sat there quietly and experienced the words. They weren't his, they didn't tell his story. However, they hit him. He wondered if when he and Francis had split up, if they both were "both agreeing it was best." He also thought would they "meet again someday on the avenue." Grand Avenue beckoned mere feet away.

He only knew he was done dealing with the Captain's professional closet. He remembered Francis' words "You just have to give me time." He thought of those words while Dylan sang

"And when finally, the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was keep on keeping on"

At his computer Rolf realized that helping Pete and Kyle with their wedding was his way to "Keep on keeping on." Keep on keeping on meant the rough draft of the ceremony was quickly being fleshed out. The shelter, love and warmth he felt with his friends the night before was appearing on the computer screen. Every word fit the men, the ceremony, and the setting. When he was finished, he had two goals for the foreseeable future. Focus on Kyle and Pete's landscaping project, and not focus on Francis.

There are a few things that automatically bring me back home; the sound of Rhonda's laughter was one of them. Carl was much too busy at the Duluth Police Department to take her call, so she wondered if she could stop by the office after she was done at the mall. The project I was working on just needed some minor tweaks, so she would not be in the way while I worked.

"This is impressive Duke" she said, entering my office. I shrugged it off, unsure what could possibly be impressive about my small office. "It's in the details buddy, the name on the door, even the font. You were always artistic; I didn't think it would lead to a business like this."

I gave her a big hug. "Carl likes Pete by the way" she said smiling. "Can't wait to meet him."

"You'll get your chance soon. We need to make it a quick dinner. Can't miss the softball game tonight."

"I hope you didn't tell Carl about the game, he will want to play." Rhonda smiled, then continued. "Although I never get tired of seeing his ass when he crouches while catching."

I laughed, remembering a story from his high school baseball days. Carl was catching for his cousin Mick when he called a time-out. The team was way ahead, the batter was one strike away from ending the inning, there was really no need for a time out. Carl approached the mound and whispered "Mick, your mom wants you to bring home a gallon of milk and loaf of bread."

My laughter confused Rhonda. "Hey, you of all people have to admit Carl has a fine ass" she chuckled. "Don't make fun of me for mentioning it."

"Oh, I have to agree with you there. But I knew he was always a "look but don't touch" kind of thing Rhonda. I was just thinking of the "milk and loaf of bread" story."

"Yes, that is so Carl. Between Carl, Mick and John, we have so many good memories from their ball-playing days."

"And you're still making memories Rhonda. The two of you have no reason to slow down. If Carl decides to play softball while he is here, he is still young enough to do it."

Rhonda stopped, looking suddenly serious. "So are the two of you. Man I'd love to meet up with the asshole who wrote that letter to the editor and give him a piece of my mind." I already wrote my response and the Tribune responded. It looks like they will publish it soon."

"Damn, I never dreamt I would be spending my shift in a Softball chatroom." Jason was flabbergasted that he and Carl spent the afternoon chatting with friends. Neither of the two chatters who were suspects had shown up, but Carl had to ingratiate himself into the group.

Carl was easy to like. Jason could sense he knew a lot about his favorite sport. He had even mentioned that he played against some of the same baseball and softball players his dad had talked about back in the day. His softball chat friends also quickly warmed up to Carl's Smalltowncatcher persona. Regrettably Jason was warming to Carl, even suggesting he could play for the police team while he was in town.

But still Jason found himself resenting the position he found himself in. His wife was due in a little over two months and he was torn between a man he loved and the women he was married to. The birth of his son was on the horizon, muddling the picture even more. Now there was the complication of the Mad Dildoer case, and yet one more person knew his secret. Every person who knew the secret, his father in law, Bub, The Captain, and now Carl, represented someone chipping away at his secret. The wall he had built around him was being chipped away, slowly but surely.

Yesterday he had felt better telling Carl the secret. Today he was not so sure.

I hadn't expected Rhonda to go for my suggestion of Vietnamese at the DeWitt-Seitz in Canal Park. However, it provided a chance for us to stroll the Lake Walk before dinner. Pete would pick up Carl at the hotel, then meet us at the restaurant. We parked our cars, then spent an hour catching up.

The light breeze blowing towards the lake countered the afternoon sun. Our discussion was just as breezy. We had already dispensed with the small talk and were concentrating on the wedding. "Randy might be in town, is it okay if he shows up?" Rhonda finally asked.

"Definitely. I DJ'd for his wedding dance after all." We started to reminisce about the simplicity of small town weddings. The same people who would make potluck for the weddings would do the same at funerals. Church basements and town halls, replaced ballrooms and hotels. Invitations were word of mouth, never engraved. "You know, other than the deli catering the food, we are not too far away from that small town spirit with our wedding."

"Duke, can you imagine some of the old Church ladies making ham sandwiches for your and Pete's wedding at the town hall? Tongues would be a wagging, and they probably will be after my letter is published."

As it happens in Duluth, the wind switched off the lake. The temps suddenly dropped a dozen degrees, so I gallantly pulled Rhonda closer as we picked up the pace. Onlookers could have easily guessed we were husband and wife out for a stroll instead of long-time friends.

Luckily we were only a few blocks away from DeWitt-Seitz, so we hustled, beating Carl and Pete. As predicted, Rhonda loved Pete immediately. "If I wasn't already taken, and you didn't play for the other team, I would really go for you." She winked at Pete.

"I didn't always play for this team Rhonda, and if the tables were turned, you might have had a chance. However, knowing Carl for only a few days, I know that we both have ended up with our destiny. He loves you just as much as I love Kyle."

"GOOD" Rhonda interjected. "When I saw Kyle this winter he was hurting, and I worried that if I ever met you I'd have to make you a soprano."

Pete winced, and instinctively grabbed his crotch in defense.

"You joke about it Pete, but I promise you she'd make good on her threat" Carl added. We all laughed while our appetizers arrived. Over spring rolls Carl got serious. "Pete, Kyle, I do have something I need to ask you. I am learning the police department's computer system, and the Captain is concerned about your wedding. He told me about the hate crime at the bar, and he is fretful it might get worse before the wedding. He is wondering if he and one of his men can attend the wedding as a safety precaution."

I looked at Pete, gave him a quick nod. He spoke. "We have to make a cut off line soon. I think it will be standing room only the way it is. However, I know that Mike and FC are friends, and he was there for us on a rough night. Tell him we're all for it."

"Okay, I will tell him later on tonight. I might be playing for the Cop's team."

"And when did you plan to tell me this bit of information?" I knew Rhonda was joking, but in her voice I heard an undercurrent of frustration.

"Babe, I need something to do with my free time here. You don't want me to spend my nights on the internet. Who knows what or who I could see on there."

"Honey, you know it isn't that, I trust you. However, now I will have to make trips here to see you play. That won't be easy on the gas budget."

I interrupted. "Think of the side benefits Rhonda. You already told me today how much you like to see his ass when he is in position behind home plate."

"So now you are talking about my ass with Kyle. Great, I will be out there playing, worrying about Kyle looking at my ass, critiquing it."

"Don't worry Carl" Pete said. "No matter how much Kyle looks at your ass, and others', he is coming home with this ass... Wait, that came out totally wrong."

"You said it, not me brother." Carl laughed. "I'm so far beyond worrying if Kyle or Pete are looking at me that way. We'd all be better off if we just fess up to the fact that we all have looked at someone else and even for a split second saw them in a very animalistic way. But because we are adults, we don't act on those impulses. Rhonda, you don't have to look any farther than what you said tonight for evidence of that. Pete is a handsome man with a good body and great personality. If I wasn't straight, I'd probably go for him. You obviously have to agree with me."

"That does it Pete" Rhonda spoke up. "If you steal Carl from me you are gonna be losing much more than your balls."

The ten-minute trip from Jason's home to the Wheeler softball fields had helped Jason clear his mind. Ashley was a major pain in the ass at dinner despite his attempt at appeasing her by bringing home her favorite Chinese craving. He was also welcomed home by an email from his father-in-law Patrick. Each dismissive missive from his father-in-law made him regret telling them that Patrick's future grandson would be named in his honor.

He quickly deleted the email. What kind of man would be planning a three-hour trip just to take his son-in-law to a glory hole? Jason was relieved that Patrick had to cancel because the man who had the private glory hole, had closed shop unexpectedly. However, Jason thought the whole situation was very fucked up. Jason was working hard trying to distance himself from the example his father-in-law had set. He almost wished he could take the final step and cut ties completely, but that was impossible with his son on the way.

A game of softball would help him get back on track. He would be out, playing the sport he loved and excelled at. Being physical, playing sports, helped him before, whenever he felt cracks in his wall.

Our night at Wheeler Field was very much a blur. Except for the time I spent with Rhonda and Carl, the highlight was seeing The "World's Greatest Dad" take the field against The Pack. It was the second time I had seen him outside of the sauna, and I was so distracted by watching him, I did a shitty job of keeping score for the team. Rhonda and Carl did their best to cover for me until they left in the 7th inning to head to the field the Cops were playing on. I gave them a quick goodbye, then did my best to concentrate on the job at hand, keeping score.

My consistent lust for the World's Greatest Dad was noticed by Pete. He didn't say anything in front of Rhonda or Carl, but certainly gave me shit when we were relaxing in the sauna. "That shortstop sure got your motor running babe. Fred said something about knowing him but I don't recall ever meeting him."

"Oh him. You've seen him before. Remember the time we played with Rolf down at the sauna, he was there. I've fucked with him before, but he's ancient history. Just another married dad who is a needy bottom." I related the various times I had met and fucked the "WGD." He listened intently as I filled him in on the details, especially the time in February when I first saw him at McDonald's, then later on at the sauna.

Pete held me tightly. I felt his dick flex against my ass as I recounted the hot times I had with this married man. "I'm marrying quite the stud in a few weeks babe. That guy had an amazing ass, I bet you made if feel great when you were done."

"Do you mean you don't mind me talking about my old fuck buddies, not even with our wedding coming up?"

"Not at all, tell me more about him."

"Well I can tell you a few things. First, his ass is every bit as rim-able as yours is. And second, his dick is like the cut clone of your monster, but he is such a bottom I have never had the chance to feel it in my ass. See what I am giving up to be with you forever?"

Rolf didn't feel great feigning sickness during the sixth inning. He knew that the Captain would be coaching his team on an adjoining field, and didn't want to run into him. His stomach wasn't feeling the best in all honesty. Nothing like losing the man of your dreams, and then having a day off to think about it. His nerves were on a rollercoaster, no matter how preoccupied he tried to be about the upcoming wedding.

The only outlet that interested him was a place he hadn't visited in months. The Bears4Bears chatroom was relatively slow with few people he recognized. However, he was quickly messaged by someone in the room.

ButteBeast: RIMMaster, great name and profile . Gonna be in your neck of the woods soon for a wedding. My buddies will be busy, so it might benefit me to have another local to show me around.

Rolf quickly pulled up the profile for ButteBeast. From it, he could see that Beast was a 44-year-old computer programmer living in Butte Montana. He saw the Bear Code and quickly tried to decipher its meaning. B5 f+ t+ w+ d g+ k s+ e+ r. So Butte was full bearded, furry, taller than average and with a few extra pounds. Some people might see him as a daddy, but would Rolf? Two categories intrigued Rolf the most, the G+ Grope factor and the E+ Endowment. Maybe that is what Butte Beast meant by the evil grin. Rolf had never made endowment a criterion for a playmate, but wouldn't turn down a hot hung man. But most of all Rolf liked to hug, grope and touch. The sound of ButteBeast's private message made Rolf focus on the computer screen.

ButteBeast: Hello there, sorry I don't measure up, talk to you later bud.

RIMMaster: OOPS sorry my friend. I'm not so quick with the bear code. Took me a while for my feeble mind to process it. But from what I can figure out, WOOF!

Rolf privately shuddered. He had just lowered himself to the "WOOF!" level.

RIMMaster: Dammit, I mean from the sounds of it, you are manna from heaven, almost too perfect for this old man.

ButteBeast: Oh I get it, heard it before. You don't believe me. Why don't we trade pics? That is if you're willing.

RIMMaster: I'd be willing to, but I don't have any recent pics of me scanned.

RIMMaster: Wait, I've got it. Someone just took a picture of me. Let me scan that.

ButteBeast: You got it bud, you go get your pic, scan it and I will send you one of mine.

Rolf grabbed his jacket and pulled out the Employee of the Month picture. It was the one bright spot in the last few days. He had been acknowledged for his great customer service skills and follow through during the ice storm.

He scanned, then quickly cropped the picture before adding the file to an email. It would take a while for his dial up to transmit the file, so he clicked on the email ButteBeast had sent him, and started the download. Line by line a picture started to form. The dense forest background planted Butte in his Montana home. A no-nonsense crew cut appeared. Rolf secretly disliked his own bald spot, so his friend's shock of thick hair, made him envious. Next he saw his eyes. Without seeing anything else, he knew the man was smiling.

The eyes told him everything he needed to know about Butte. He was someone to be trusted, someone he could confide in. As the rest of the picture slowly downloaded, revealing the man line by line, Rolf grew even more confident of his appraisal. He saw the strong, naked shoulders of his online friend. Even though he was assured the rest of the picture would be au naturel, he didn't need to see more. The "whoosh" sound effect told him his own picture had been uploaded and sent. The chime also told him he had a new instant message.

ButteBeast: Well? What do you think?

RIMMaster: Still downloading, crappy slow dial up tonight. But so far all I can say is WOW. Mine is heading your way. Sorry it is "Gee-Rated" but it is all I have.

ButteBeast: DLing your pic now.

ButteBeast: Damn handsome man, I'd really love to see what you look like nekkid. That beard... DAMN Buddy if you are a RIMMaster, I'd love to feel that beard on my crack.

Rolf pulled up the finished picture. ButteBeast was indeed naked, furry, thick in all the right places and semi hard. He looked at home in this mountain setting. This man was perfect, except for one thing, he wasn't Francis.

RIMMaster: As much as that image leaves me with a leaking boner, I'm not so sure I'm in the right frame of mind to hook up with any guy right now, no matter how god-like they are.

ButteBeast: Oh I get it. I have heard it all before. Nevermind.

RIMMaster: Buddy, I'm telling you the truth. Going through a rough patch right now, I just need a friend, not complications.

RIMMaster: So why don't you tell me about this wedding you're coming here for.

ButteBeast: Well, this is a first for me. One of my bear friends is marrying a guy a former wrestler.

"So... tell me all about the World's Greatest Dad" Pete quietly said.

"Well, he is probably the most complete bottom I have ever fucked" I said honestly.

"What do you mean by that?" Pete held me close in the sauna. I could feel his body envelope me. "How can someone be a complete bottom?"

"Pete, I don't know if he is straight or bi, but as a married man, who plays around with other men, his whole reason for existing is to be fucked. His dick rivals yours, it is hard the entire time, but he never gets off. Maybe he saves that for his wife, I don't know. However, I can tell you he gives his ass up completely."

"Don't I give my ass up completely?"

"It's different Pete. It's hard to put into words. I guess the best way I can put it is as a bottom, you still are a top."

"Damn Kyle, I'm even more confused now than I was at the beginning. I think I give my ass up pretty well for a guy who had never been fucked half a year ago."

"I am not saying you do or don't, it is just different for a complete bottom." I could sense the confusion in Pete. "Maybe you just need to be shown. Maybe this is the next step in your ass training. Pete, do you trust me enough to give in to anything I say tonight?"

With a strong embrace he said "Yes."

"Pete, I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes. From the moment I leave this room, I want you to be thinking with your ass, not your dick. When I return, I expect you to be laying on your stomach. Your ass will be available for me, ready for whatever I want to do. Your dick should also be hard the entire time, but only because your ass needs it to be."

Rolf sat at his computer desk. He had just told ButteBeast his entire story, except for the one detail. Even with the safety of distance, he couldn't out his ex-lover as a cop. Butte was amazed that RIMMaster would be the man who was officiating the wedding of his friend Kyle.

As Rolf shared his connection to Kyle and Pete, he started making plans with Drew. He chuckled to himself thinking how Drew hated his given name, Andrew, and the shortened version Andy even more. A person named Andy and Andrew might have balked at using his vacation time to help a stranger redo a friends back yard, but Drew signed on immediately.

Rolf painted the most masculine picture possible. Two strong men, naked to the waist, uniting a home to its setting. Rolf notice the details behind the man in Drew's photo. He could see how Drew's mountain cabin looked unified with its location.

As the men talked, they became comfortable with each other. At first Rolf didn't realize what he was doing. In between lines typed on a computer screen, he would unbutton a shirt button and ruffle his fur, or grope his crotch to adjust his dick. They were just two men, talking innocently, making plans to work together.

ButteBeast: Not sure what is happening but are you as hard as I am?

RIMMaster: Harder, Dammit, I didn't plan for this to happen.

ButteBeast: I know you're still hurting, maybe you need the release.

RIMMaster: I dunno. I still love the guy.

ButteBeast: Well think of two men working in the hot sun. Sweat trickling down their backs. One of the men bends over. The waist of a jockstrap peeks above a pair of Levi's that are riding low. The sweat creates a river that slowly trickles down into the exposed ass-crack...

RIMMaster: Damn Drew, now my dick's leaking and my mouth is watering at the same time.

ButteBeast: Tell me about it buddy.

Pete was laying there as instructed. I made my way up to the top tier of the sauna, then sat down a few feet away. I looked over at him. His ass, "that ass" was there, tempting me. The heat of the sauna covered it with a sheen of sweat. There was a trail of sweat up his spine to his broad, strong shoulders. His left arm cradled his head, while the other was angled out front, resting on the wood planking of the wall.

"Nice" was all I could say, almost silently. Pete raised his ass and ground his dick into the towel covering the top tier of the sauna. "Beautiful Babe, now do that with your ass, not your dick."

There was hesitation at first. Then he slowly flexed his ass muscles. Each globe of his ass moved independently. "Oh yeah, that's it. Feel it? Feel the difference?" I could see the muscles in his back augment his amazing butt. The glistening sweat highlighted every move.

His right hand went back, travelling along his strong body, resting on his ass-cheek. "That ass feels great, doesn't it, strong, giving, yet in control."

"Uh huh" Pete barely grunted. He started to massage his own ass cheek, pulling it aside. His groan became a purr as he got into it.

I stood, drawn in by his ass. "Think with your ass babe, what does your ass need?"

"It needs your tongue." Pete pulled his ass-cheeks apart, showing me my target.

I walked over to Pete, stepped down one tier, and then looked at the man I loved. His other hand went back to his ass, he wanted no confusion in my mind as to where my tongue should be. However, I was in charge.

I leaned in, and started licking at his strong shoulders. The fresh sweat was clear and clean, just the slightest tang in the taste. I rested my left hand on the small of his back as I swirled his back hair with my tongue. Pete continued his gyrations, holding his beautiful ass-cheeks apart, begging me to rim him. "I need it Kyle" he groaned.

"In due time, think with your ass, think with your ass" I whispered. My tongue followed the trail of his strong spine. I let if flicker along his backbone as I collected sweat and spit. His right hand went out, tried to grab my rigid dick, I swatted it away. "Think with your ass, think with your ass."

He let his right hand rest on the lower tier, while his left hand slowly pulled his cheek aside. My flickered kisses to his spine were rapid as I got closer to my prize. I saw his sweat-covered thumb slowly prod his butt-hole, disappearing for a moment as his ass undulated. I slowly slid further down the bench, toward my target. There was a generous pool of sweat where my hand had rested on the small of his back. I lapped it up while my hand started to massage his left thigh.

As I inched my tongue over his right ass-cheek, he raised his butt off the sauna bench. His ass hovered over the bench, ready for my tongue. We both knew what we wanted, but only I knew what he needed. I reached forward with my left hand, and found his thick dick. It was as rigid as I had ever felt it. I scooted a few inches down, then angled that dick back between his legs, into my waiting mouth.

"Oh FUCK. I thought I was supposed to be thinking with my ass" he said, his voice crackling with lust.

"Think with your ass babe. I'm only doing this to open you up. You will be ready for what's to come."

I deep throated him. His back was arched, allowing me total control over his dick, and his butt. My thumbs wrestled with each ass-cheek as I nursed his dick. They began to prod Pete's hole from each side, opening him up, getting him ready for my tongue. I lapped up as much pre-cum as I could from my man, then slowly let go of his rigid dick. It thwacked his stomach, then he let his ass grind it down on the towel covered bench.

In the heat of the sauna, I was ready to claim my prize. Every other time I had rimmed someone had led me to this moment. Every man who had ever rimmed me inspired it. As much as those memories crowded my mind, they all went away as I saw Pete slowly gyrate his ass.

I went back up to his strong shoulders, then allowed my beard to tease the trail down his spine. His shivers clue me in, he was loving this. I started licking as I got to the small of his back. My tongue and beard teased every inch of his ass-crack.

I gave up on all pretenses of training as I finally pulled his cheeks aside and dove in. Pete was thinking with his ass; I was thinking with my tongue. Pete's butt never tasted better as I licked it. He was opening for me, I tasted his depths. His ass muscles responded to the strong grip I had on them. His hole gripped my tongue.

"Damn I need you in me Kyle, more than I have ever needed anything in my life. But not here."

"It's up to you Pete, wherever you want. I know your ass needs this." I stood and placed my cock against his hole, his ass pulled it in, proving my point.

"That feels so good babe, but I don't know how long I can take the heat" He backed up, forcing me back, then slumped forward, dislodging my dick.

He rolled over onto his side. "Kyle I need this, follow me."

I didn't follow him, I followed his ass.

Rolf waited at his computer while the picture downloaded. What he saw was a sight that mirrored his own. Drew's slightly grainy digital photo captured the streak of cum that covered his chest, and crossed his beard. Drew's tongue flickered on his left cheek, stabbing at a drop of cum resting there. The smile that Rolf saw in the earlier picture was there. But it was the evil grin that punctuated most of his lines.

It was an evil grin that both of them shared. What should have felt so wrong, felt incredibly right. He looked down and combed his hand through his own cum-coated beard. He would do his best to avoid showering away his own essence the next day. The pine scented beard oil would accent the smell of man when a stiff breeze would hit his beard.

He wasn't going to erase this scent or the feeling that inspired it. At least one man wanted him in completely. The chime of his instant message brought him back to earth.

ButteBeast: Earth to Rolf, Earth to Rolf.

Rolf quickly scanned the dozens of messages that he missed.

RIMMaster: Drew, I too look forward to meeting you and working closely with you. I agree that we need to find a way to keep your involvement a secret.

ButteBeast: I'll work with Brent and Gino on that. You just get the wood ready, I'll show you where to put it

Pete's ass led me to the weight bench. We made no stops along the short trip from the sauna to the work out room. He only looked back once, he knew what I was following.

He threw down his towel on the bench, then knelt on it. He rested his upper body on the weight bar, then deliberately moved his butt up and down. I grabbed a towel from a hook, wiped the sweat from my brow, and then stepped forward. "No looking back" I whispered. Instinctively Pete knew it was meant figuratively, and literally.

I lined myself up with his body, and let my dick slide along his ass-crack as he slowly humped his ass up and down. I put my arms around Pete, hugging him, closing the distance between our skin. Once again I whispered "Think with your ass, welcome me home."

Each butt-cheek move independently as he slowly opened his ass with each thrust. A grin crossed his face. Though I saw it in the mirror, I just as easily felt it. He started a count "One" his ass crack rode my dick. "Two" his sphincter rested on my helmet shape head. "Three" he plunged down, engulfing my thickness.

I felt the grin become a euphoric smile as he started to thrust back on my dick. He was thinking with his ass; his ass was in control. He rhythmically rode my dick while I hung on for the ride. His ass was masterful, tight when it needed to be, receptive when he wanted me deeper, and harder.

I thought for a bit he was going to pull my load out of me all by himself, but he suddenly grunted out "Fuck this ass Kyle. You own it."

He then went stiff as I grabbed his butt and started fucking him with abandon. He was thinking with his ass, and his brilliant ass brought me to the edge, then pushed me over. I unloaded in his butt just as he coated the towel-covered weight bench with his own load.

We struggled with our footing, then finally propped each other up in a powerful hug. He kissed me then caught my eye. The evil grin was there, but it quickly became warmer. "Kyle, tell me one thing. If this World's Greatest Dad is such a complete bottom, how can you throw him a fuck like that, and he doesn't cum?"

"I don't know, and since we're getting married, I may never know."

"Well, maybe he'll get lucky one day and take on the two of us."

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