The Countdown 2
A Year in the Life
The Countdown Part 2
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.
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The Countdown Part 1
The Key
Rolf
Ten more days.
Sorry I haven't emailed you for a few days, but I sensed in your lack of response to the first two emails, that I may have been overstepping my boundaries. I also realized how boring my life is without you. Sure, work is interesting, but I can't discuss active cases. Personally I can't wait `til this current case is solved and I am able to share some of the stories, because believe me, there are a few whoppers.
The Captain smiled as he typed the last line. There really was a whopper or two that would make Rolf's dildos look average. Just who in their right mind actually plays with something so large? Was this another clue to the identity of the Mad Dildoer?
I saw you from a distance at Wheeler Field last night. Rolf, you are a magnificent man in my eyes. The hills in the background added an almost magisterial aura to you. Damn it was hard to keep my focus on our team.
In fact, between my lack of focus, and the absence of one of our teammates, we lost last night. The Pack and the Cops are now tied in for second in our league with one loss each. Over the next two weeks we play the team in first place, I hope both teams clobber them.
Anyway, I know this sounds lame, but I hope the next ten days just fly by. Drop me a line if you could. I want to know if I have a chance.
Francis
The Captain hesitated at the last line. Was it too forward? "Hell no!" he quickly said to himself, then hit the send button.
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Derek placed his mug of French roast on the desk, then pulled the keys from his shorts. The morning sun reflected off the collage he had made for his childhood idol Ivan. He glanced at the collage, catching his own reflection. Ivan was his idol, Pete his father. A week from today he would be standing up for Pete as he married Kyle. He was the ersatz best man, but he wasn't sure he earned the title.
The key to this feeling, was the key in his hand. Derek and Justin weren't supposed to have secrets, but the key was for a lock that hid Derek's secrets from Justin. He unlocked the drawer and pulled out his journal. Justin never pried, never questioned the need for a journal. He accepted the explanation that Derek gave him. "I want you to be surprised by my speech when I give it, babe."
However, there was more in the journal than just three rough drafts of a Best Man's speech. It was filled with his private fears. Could he be all the man Justin needed? Would he be able to maintain that, without complacency? With their age difference, would it work five, ten, twenty years down the line?
The deepest fears were saved for entries written in the last week. Last Friday night Derek and Justin tag-team fucked a married man. It was a mutual decision for them to open their relationship, and the sex was mind-blowingly fun. In the moment, Derek saw the possibilities, and enjoyment they could have in an open, honest relationship. However, regret and ill feelings came on fast.
In pouring over the entries from the week Derek relived his fears. His biggest fear was of them becoming a version of the man they had played with. He didn't want Justin needing to seek out others, just to fuel their sex life. He didn't want to wonder if he was enough man to hold Justin, satisfy him, complete him. Suddenly he didn't want to keep his secrets locked up from a man he loved, and trusted.
It wasn't easy however, to do so. Justin surprised him during their playtime, topping the married dad like a pro. Derek was so turned on by the scenario, he bought a "World's Greatest Dad" t-shirt at the Goodwill near the bridge, and wore it as Justin rimmed, and then mounted his ass. Their mutual time together this last week found them having some of the hottest sex of their relationship, all inspired by a one-time fling.
But locked inside his mind, and the drawer, were Derek's true feelings. "Damn, I have to do my best to inspire that, and not rely on some random plaything" Derek muttered, looking out the window.
"Inspire what?"
Derek was so deep in thought he hadn't notice Justin standing at the doorway of his office. "Oh nothing babe, just a random thought. C'mon sit" Derek said, pointing to the side chair in the small space. Derek locked his thoughts away once again, immediately regretting it.
"We really need to talk" Justin said. Derek started to interrupt, but Justin put his hand up. "Hear me out, something's been bugging me, and I know you enough to say something's not right with you."
"I'm fine, we're fine."
"We are not fine, and I know you aren't. The bottom line is I am the reason, and I need to be honest with you, I know you have been honest with me."
Derek gulped at the last line. "Not totally babe..." he started to say.
"Honest enough to let me know you want, and need a monogamous relationship, and went against your feelings just to appease me. But Babe, I haven't been honest with you. I need to tell you something Derek and it requires your full attention. Do I have it?"
"Always" Derek replied.
"Three weeks ago I was working at the steakhouse. A businessman was seated in my section. He was eating alone, which can sometimes be awkward, so I gave him the best service possible. He was handsome, bearded, and wearing a wedding ring. The ring excited me, and allayed some fears. His friendly manner made it easy to ensure he was being attended to."
"I stopped by often, made sure his steak was cooked to perfection, the sides exactly as he liked them. I suggested an appropriate wine, coffee and dessert. I don't think I was flirting, no matter how much I wanted to, I was just appropriately attentive. Nothing that happened between us seemed outside the bounds of a server, and guest."
Derek was listening, silently shaking as Justin gathered his thoughts. "No need to tell me anymore" Derek said, hoping to end the story.
"Yes, I need to tell you everything. I need to be honest and open with you, as you have been with me." Justin looked at the wood floor. Sunlight was starting to bring out the grain of the decades old oak. He looked back up at his lover. "Derek, I gave him the bill, he slipped his credit card in it. I processed it, then returned the bill. I gave him the usual time to fill in a tip, but when I returned, he wasn't there."
"So nothing happened. You saw a hot man, end of story" Derek's smile was forced.
"He wrote in a $100 tip, and left an extra hotel room key and note. He said he'd be upstairs and waiting." Justin looked at Derek. His eyes started to tear up. Justin gulped and continued. "Business was slow. I was sent home early. I would have the time for some fun with him before you'd expect me home."
"Stop, I don't need to hear this."
"Yes you do, and I need to tell you this. I looked at the note, walked across the hall to the entrance of the hotel, and found the elevators. My stomach was doing flip flops as I hit the button to the fourth floor. On the second floor an elderly couple got on the elevator with me. They were in my section earlier in the night. They told me they were here in Duluth, celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary."
"I had no reason to be in that elevator. I could almost feel them judging me. I had to exit on the fourth floor so I got up the nerve and walked down the hall to the man's room. Even with the room key in my hand, I knocked on the door. He opened, peeking around the corner. I could see he was naked, and damn hot. Sorry babe, you didn't need that detail."
"Go on..."
"I finally caught my breath and then said "You left this." I handed him the key. "And it seems you made a mistake on my tip. I can have them adjust it tomorrow. For your bill, ten dollars is more appropriate."
"I didn't do it Derek, I didn't cheat, but I felt worse. That's what this has been about. I didn't ask for an open relationship to give me leeway in the future. I did it because I felt guilty about that. I was almost asking permission for a transgression I didn't make. But damn, when I saw a couple celebrating 50 years together, I wanted to be there for you 50 days, weeks or months down the line. I don't see that happening if we can't be honest with each other."
"God I'll be eighty-something if you expect 50 years together with me" Derek said, chuckling between the tears. "Since you want honesty, here you go, warts and all." Derek handed his journal to Justin. "Guess I will have to make a copy of this too" he said, fondling the key.
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"Magisterial huh? Who bought Frank a thesaurus?" Rolf knew the word could have negative connotations, but in the context of the Captain's sentence, he saw the meaning as assured, masterful.
Rolf had felt assured at the game. He had clocked out two hours before for an extended vacation. The Pack were playing a masterful game, and the beauty of nature was all around. The spring green of the freshly leaved trees was heightened by the intense blue of the sky.
He knew The Pack was in for a win when he saw an eagle circling overhead. At the distance the eagle could have easily been one of the turkey vultures that inhabit the hills near Skyline Parkway. But as it swooped down near the field, the size and feathered crown made its identity known. That eagle was truly magisterial Rolf thought to himself. "I'm glad that Francis puts me in the same category."
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Putski was basking in a sunny spot of the oak floors in Derek and Justin's living room. He knew when it was okay for him to be on the couch, this was not one of those times.
Justin closed the journal, and placed it on the floor. He snuggled further back into Derek's powerful arms. Even asleep, Derek held him tight. This would be the key to their future. Their love would have to be the building block. Honesty and communication would be the cement. Everything else, including the sex, would just be there to keep life interesting.
It often troubled Justin, knowing he had a short fling with Derek's own father, Pete. Being in Derek's arms, having read his inner thoughts, Justin knew he was forgiven. It was time for Derek to forgive himself, and time for Justin to move forward in his relationship with the man he loved. "It's time" he whispered, then snuggled back.
Derek mumbled "Yes" then Justin joined Derek in his dreams. Sensing it was okay, Putski joined them on the couch, snuggled behind Justin, and laid his large noggin on Justin's thighs. They still needed to pack for their stay in Pete and Kyle's house, but that could wait.
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"Let me get this straight. You have SloPitcher identified, but DreamField is still an unknown?"
Randy looked at the Captain. "Yeah, DreamField seems to be switching things up a bit. On Monday he was at the Public library downtown. Their surveillance system is antiquated to say the least, so we have no clear picture of him, or even fingerprints. Right now a positive ID is impossible to make."
"As for SloPitcher, I have closed most of the security issues with your computer system, but have purposely left a hole for him to enter. Don't worry, I'm leading him down a path that is filled with false clues and one or two land mines."
Randy's smile was positively evil. The Captain couldn't help but notice. "Do you think we need to stake out his house?"
"I don't know about that" Carl said. "I think we might be better served by a computer stake out so to speak. Throw him a bone every now and then to see if he is at all connected to the case, and only bring him in when his actions threaten his security, or the security of others."
"We can try to do some surveillance on the libraries, but I think DreamField is going to continue to mix things up. He or she will slip up sooner or later, but each day I think we will be getting closer to knowing their identity."
"Remember that big kidnapping in the 70's? The wife of a CEO who was kidnapped for a large ransom, and then found tied to a tree out in Jay Cooke State Park after her ransom was paid?"
"Yes" the Captain said. They never did convict anyone for that and they have only recovered a fraction of the million dollars' ransom. I'm glad that was before my time, and within the jurisdiction of the FBI, because I'd hate to have that unsolved case on my files."
"Well, believe it or not, the FBI actually staked out a house in my hometown." Carl shook his head and laughed. "Literally everyone in town knew about it and they were never able to implicate the guy in the kidnapping. I was in college at the time, commuting to school and it was common knowledge that the people living in the house a couple doors down were FBI agents. That may be why I am not gung ho on a stake out. I know Duluth is a bigger city, but it still has its small town feel. People notice when something is slightly different in their neighborhood."
Randy started laughing. "Not me, I was oblivious to the stake out. But I do remember Jerry and Jarrod Voltz trying to convince us they were from the FBI. I couldn't believe it, the other night while you guys were at the diner I saw Jerry Voltz servicing the pop machine at the hotel. I guess the FBI must be staking out our hotel now Carl."
"That Voltz family shared one brain cell between them. Do you even remember their sister Jeraldine who was "home schooled?" Carl laughed at his use of air quotes. "They left town before I got into law enforcement, but I promise you that there was some abuse going on in that family."
"Anyway Captain, I think we need to take a wait and see attitude with SloPitcher. He's a smart one, and could be an ally down the road."
"I'll take that into consideration. I think Jason will be amazed at our progress this week. We can brief him on Monday, he needs the weekend to get situated with Ashley."
"Yes he has a lot to deal with. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now."
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Mid-afternoon was the perfect time for Jason to be making this trip with Ashley. She could sleep comfortably before the late-afternoon sun would infiltrate the cab of their pick-up. He would get her back in time to pick up some to-go, and then head home. Chinese was out of the question since it was on the menu for her ill-fated baby shower.
Though Jason always hated the twenty-four/seven, 365-days-a-year perfection of his mother-in-law, she had sent them home with a cooler filled with a week's worth of frozen meals. They would undoubtedly come in handy when he went back to work on Monday.
Ashley's bank, and the police station had been helpful this last week. The Doctors had determined that strict bedrest was no longer needed, prescribing a modified bed rest instead. This time off with pay was approved by the bank's Human Resource Manager. It wasn't bank policy, but the new manager of the Downtown Duluth branch, used his influence to make it happen.
Even their relationship was growing stronger. Their daily shower had become a time to bond with Ashley, and Patrick Jr. Jason would use the bar of soap from Bub, and the scent would cause blood to flesh out the eight inches between his legs. Ashley had no clue what inspired the reaction, and Jason wasn't sharing his secret.
When he neared Cloquet, Jason rolled down the windows slightly, causing a cross breeze. Once again he smelled the scent of the soap. If he was alone he could have taken the exit, and followed the county roads to Bub's place. However, duty, and the love for his unborn son, made Jason continue to drive on I-35 towards Duluth.
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"You do realize this is the last night we share this house as an unmarried couple?"
I caught the sly wink from Pete. He was grilling steaks on the back patio, wearing coaches shorts of all things. I wanted to tell him that the `70's called and they wanted their shorts back, but damn he looked great in them. I made a mental note to buy him some shorts from this decade, then walked behind him and hugged him as he tended to the grill. "D'ya realize this is the last time we are going to see the backyard look like this?" I said, whispering into his ear.
"Yes and believe it or not, I am okay with whatever happens. I think I finally know the meaning of the word trust. I really didn't believe in it for a long time after my wife left. Maybe that is why I didn't change this place all those years. Now I am leaving it in the hands of a few friends as they prepare for our wedding, and completely redo the back yard. If that ain't trust, I don't know what is."
"Don't forget you are signing over half of this place to me, a man you didn't really know all that well seven months ago."
"Even though it isn't legal, I'm signing over my whole life to you Kyle."
"And you are getting into that sling before the end of the night Pete, for one last fling. Or should I say Ivan is getting into that sling?"
"If Ivan's what you want, then Ivan is what you'll get" Pete growled, slipping into Ivan mode.
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"I'm not joking. I am pretty sure that was his SUV that just drove by."
"Just because he drove by doesn't mean he is stalking us Derek. He probably lives nearby. I do remember he said he knows the area. You're just watching too many true crime stories."
"I need something to do while you are off hooking up with bearded businessmen" Derek winked. "Too soon?"
"It may be, but I am over it. In a way I am glad you feel comfortable enough to joke about it."
"The way I look at it, later tonight I'll be upstairs with my legs in the air and my handsome lover deep in my ass while he will be jerking off in some hotel room.
"If he is still in the hotel. From what I've heard he was staying there alone until the end of the school year. His wife and kids are still in the Twin Cities and will be, until the renovation of his kitchen is done. But enough about him. I hope the chicken breasts on the grill give you enough energy because I plan for an extended session tonight. Derek, I get what you are saying. That married guy we fooled around with, is probably heading downtown to buy more dildos so his wife has a reason to send him out to get fucked. In this screwed up world, I am glad I found you."
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The scent of the grill wafted through the screen of the patio doors. Wrapped in a towel, I allowed the cooling breeze to air-dry me after my shower. I was waiting for the arrival of Pete, make that Ivan. Pete had a bottomless supply of wrestling memorabilia that he would trot out every so often, so each time Ivan appeared it was a new experience.
I walked to the screen, looking at our backyard. The birch and maple trees were almost fully green now, the fern carpeting of the forest spilled out onto our lawn. I knew it was the last time I was seeing it like this, so I tried to capture each detail. I heard wrestling boots slap on the slate flooring.
"Don't turn `round `til I tell ya to."
Ivan's gruff bark caught me off guard.
"And close your eyes. I don't want any reflection to give me away."
I saw no reflection in the screen, but obeyed Ivan out of sheer need.
"Drop the towel. I want to see that ass before I give mine up."
With a quick flick, I followed orders.
"Yes, that's mine on the wedding night. Pete and I flipped a coin. Yer lucky I won."
I stood there silently, flexing my butt. I heard his silence. I felt my heart beat as my dick started to flesh out. Each pulse sent my dick higher.
I heard the slapping of wrestling boots on the flooring. My dick jerked thinking about how hot Ivan looked in his boots. The sound of the boots changed with the flooring. He was now in the workout room, possibly on the mat. I heard the muffled grunts of exertion as Ivan mounted the sling. The chains clattered in response to his weight.
The next sound startled me. It was the clang of a bell. "Round one Kyle. Let's get ready to rumble."
I opened my eyes and darted to the workout room. Ivan was in the sling, his wrestling boots wrapped around the chains. He was wearing the torn Stars & Stripes wrestling trunks from our first bout together. His ass glistened with lube, nine thick inches pulsed towards the ceiling. The crowning touch was the mask that obscured part of his face. Its twin was resting on his heaving chest.
"Put that on, then mount me. NOW!"
I wasted no time with preliminaries. I slipped on the mask, then got between his legs. I started teasing him with two fingers, plunging them in deep.
"I SAID MOUNT ME NOW!"
"OKAY IVAN YER ASS IS MINE."
I grasped his wrestling boots and slammed my dick home.
"Oh FUCK yeah, that's my man. This ain't the ass of a boy FUCK it."
"And that ain't the dick of a boy." Ivan's cock was rigidly pointing up, jerking in rhythm to my thrusts. I let go of his legs, the chains would hold them up. "Next time I want leather gloves when we do this" I said, grabbing onto his dick.
My grip was firm; he was a man who could take it. I cupped his balls with my other hand, twisting them slightly. With each thrust Ivan's ass muscles bore down on my dick. I was getting too close, too goddamn fast. I started shaking involuntarily. I left just the tip in. I could see his asshole spasm around my dick.
Ivan's body was heaving. "Give it to me Kyle. Don't hold back. Fuck ME!"
I just stood stock still. I grasped his dick tighter, and twisted his balls further. "Seems like I'm in control here" I barely whispered.
"What's that?" Ivan barked.
"I'm in control" I said firmly, twisting his balls again.
"Prove it."
We started out at a sprint, but I wanted a marathon. "Open that hole." I looked down at my dick, the head embedded in his hole. He pushed his ass out to greet me. I slowly used his balls to pull his ass back on my invading dick
Despite his beard, and mask, I saw the smile on his face. "Oh yeah."
I let go of his balls to lean forward. My palms rested on his furred gut. My masked eyes, met his. "With you, I have nothing to prove." We were connected. Dick to ass, hands on gut, eye to eye. My palms put the slightest pressure on Ivan's gut as I slowly slid my dick in.
"Round two" I whispered.
"Oh yeah!" Ivan groaned. He arched his neck in ecstasy. I half expected his eyes to roll back, but I could see them locked with mine. I pulled my dick out, feeling the warmth and tightness of my man. With our eye still locked, I swabbed my mushroom knob over Ivan's hole. His complete being was shaking in the sling. Only the slight pressure from my palms steadied him. I could feel his hole kissing my knob. He was opening and closing his butt, wanting me back in.
With the heel of my palms, I stood still and pulled Ivan's waiting ass back onto my dick. Through his beard I once again saw the smile. His eyes were sparkling as I bottomed out, nuts to butt. I used my palms to slowly move his body, while I gyrated my hips slightly.
The feeling was luxurious. Though our fucking started out "slam, bam" there was an urgency in our gentler love making. My hands were still entwined on his gut as they controlled the action. I was kneading his gut while my dickhead kneaded his prostate. His own dick waved from side to side, leaking strings of pre-cum all over his belly and my hands.
I continued to knead him with the left hand, then milked his dick with my right. Pre-cum pooled in his foreskin. I gathered some with my thumb, and brought it to my tongue, never breaking eye contact. I could see his wicked smile as I tasted my man's sap.
"I bet that's sweet."
I used my thumb to scoop through his foreskin, coating it generously with pre-cum. "Taste for yourself" I said, leaning in, continuing the gentle rocking motion.
Pete suckled the offered thumb, his tongue thoroughly cleaning off his own juice. I massaged his face lovingly while he tasted his own essence. I knew our reality had upstaged the fantasy, so I withdrew my thumb, and then flicked back his mask.
"Damn, that is the satisfied smile of the man I love, the man I am going to marry."
"But you still have yours on. Remove that mask and let's start round three."
"Definitely Pete" I said, then brushed the mask off my face. The masks were off. I was tempted to shred the last bit of satin waistband that was holding the stars and stripes trunks on my man's body. However, it was a memento of our first time together and thus was worthy of its own shrine. "Maybe I'll frame it as artwork for the workout room" I thought to myself, prompting another smile.
I was getting close to cumming, so I hooked my hands around Pete's strong thighs and ratcheted up the urgency. "Oh yeah Kyle. Give it to me, give me that load."
I bit my lower lip as my eyes rolled back. I knew he was in the same boat as he whimpered, then moaned. I felt the first splatters of cum on my wrists. As his dick bobbed back and forth I felt larger streaks of cum on my belly, then legs. I finally opened my eyes to see the pearls that were laced haphazardly over the two of us.
Pete's body quaked three times, then he looked right at me. That's all that I needed. I hooked his legs one last time, pulled his ass back on my dick, and unloaded my own torrent deep inside my lover.
Pete was beatific in the afterglow. We were both glistening in cum, lube and sweat, yet the ex-wrestler looked almost angelic.
"This is bliss isn't it Kyle? I mean, here we are, your dick is still hard and still balls deep in my ass, and yet all I can feel is bliss. This is love, isn't it? This is worth all the pain we've gone through, isn't it? Right now I feel sorry for any couple who isn't us tonight."
I was at a loss for words, but my serene smile conveyed my thoughts.
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The World's Greatest Dad dropped off his key and towels at the sauna desk. The man behind the counter barely looked up. "I hope you enjoyed the steam tonight. Come back soon."
"Most definitely, I'll be back as soon as I can." The chime of the motion detector was set off as he exited the Sauna, into the cool Friday night air. He walked across the street to his Explorer, opened the door, and sat gingerly on the seat. He started to contemplate the circuitous route that brought him here this evening.
One week ago he had met two men in a West Duluth bar. Something about them made him open up, and talk about his unconventional relationship with his wife. Tonight he even went out of his way in an attempt to visit them in their Morgan Park home. Morgan Park, in its own little enclave, was a world removed from his Kenwood neighborhood, but yet he drove down there, hoping that lightning might strike twice.
He found the house, remembering their address. He drove by once, made the loop through Morgan Park, then started to exit. Waiting at Grand Avenue, he got up enough nerve, so he made a U-turn back into the park. He parked his Explorer a block away, then walked towards the house.
Smelling the barbecue, he peeked through a slit in the fence. The scene he saw was too perfect. Two men and their dog having a quiet evening together. The older man was tending to the grill, while the younger one was rolling on the grass with their dog.
He knew he didn't belong there, so he quietly headed back to his SUV and drove downtown. The parking lot of the sauna was full, forcing him to park on the street. A full parking lot usually meant that the place was hopping, yet it was slim pickings for the night. Even the bearded guy who was most his type, protested that he was "mainly oral" before filling his ass. "Don't get the idea that you have the magic ass that is gonna change me" the bearded man laughed before getting into the shower. "C'mon. Join me." He said, before soaping up his powerful belly.
The World's Greatest Dad was about to start up his SUV when he saw the man who had just fucked him, leave the sauna and start walking down the hill. He rolled down the window. "Need a lift? Where are you headed?"
The man smiled, his dimples visible even behind his beard. "No. It's a beautiful night for a walk, It's only a few blocks down to Canal Park. The fresh air will do me good."
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