Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 12:54:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Santa's Little Helpers 3

Santa's Little Helpers 3

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.

If Whitman's Candies issued a sampler box of Cocks of the World, the
collection of man meat in this motel room was as diverse as you could
wish. Lou was a horse hung, Polar Bear.  Bill had a beer can cock.  His
meat was about six inches long, but almost as wide. He had beautiful
white-pink skin and was covered in a thick pelt of pale, blond hair. It was
odd, but erotic to see the burly man with such delicate coloring,
especially his pink tits and almost lavender cock head.

Roddy's slightly plump body was shaved of all body hair except for a tuft
of hair at his pubes. His cock was pencil thin, but a good seven inches.
His cock head was the size of one of those oversized strawberries from
California. Bubba's body was wiry, slim and muscular. He had a hairy chest
and a treasure trail to his thick pubic bush.  He had goat balls that
seemed to hang halfway to his knees and a vein covered, uncut cock. It was
thick and a little more than six inches long.  When he was fully erect, it
curved up and almost touched his navel.

Bill and Bubba were complete strangers to me and I had no idea about their
sexual interests, or preferences. It only took a few minutes to discover
that as long as a hard cock, or an open ass hole was involved, they were
game.  They were open to all the possibilities and were more than willing
to try something new.  Bill had a knapsack containing lubricant and
poppers, as well as a stash of pornographic DVD's.

Roddy was a bit shy, but I discovered he and Lou had been playing together.
Lou knew him like a favorite book.  Roddy and Bubba hit it off and Lou gave
Bubba helpful hints. Bubba wanted to fuck and Roddy was a bit reluctant. I
overheard Lou whispering into Bubba's ear. "Play with his tits," he
said. "It will open his ass wide."

"I don't want to hurt him," Bubba said

"Don't worry," Lou continued to whisper. "I've fucked him.  Once you're in,
he turns into a bottom pig."  Bill was in the bed and Roddy bent over to
suck the beer can.  Bubba reached over and played with Roddy tits.

It was as if you had pressed a button to open the garage door. Roddy moaned
and opened his ass cheeks.  Lou was there with a tube of lubricant. He
coated Bubba's cock and a second later Bubba's organ vanished in Roddy's
hole.  Roddy stopped sucking and stood up, moaning in pleasure.

Bill stared at Lou's monster. Lou noticed and moved toward Bill.  Bill drew
up his legs and held them, so his pink ass was wide open. Lou had the
lubricant in his hand, so he coated his cock. Bill is a big man, but his
asshole looked minuscule.  It didn't seem possible Lou's huge organ would
fit.  Lou and Bill both looked excited.

"My eyes may be bigger then my stomach," Bill said.

"Just think of it as a deep massage. I'll take my time," Lou muttered. "You
tell me when to stop." Lou was right about the massage.  It was different
from the way he fucked Davie.  That had been just sex. I think Lou was
attracted to Bill and he was as gentle as he could be, given the size of
the cock he was forcing into Bill's ass. It wasn't easy, but Bill was
experienced enough to appreciate Lou's efforts. Bill wanted the monster
organ in his ass and was a strong man. He could take it. I was watching.

"If you're going to just stand there, you might as well do something," Lou
said looking at me. "Suck something!" I bent over and licked Bill's
cock. He was leaking and I got into it. Bill and I ended up sixty-nining.
He was what could only be called a multitasker. Bill could suck me with
obvious enthusiasm as Lou fucked him.

I discovered deep throating a man as he was getting fucked gave me a front
row and center view. By now Bill's ass was wide open and the monster fuck
tool slid in easily. I tasted Bill's cock juices as they oozed in reaction
to the ramming and I could feel him quiver as the cock worked its magic. I
was excited to be sharing his emotions while I felt my own cock react to
his attention.

Our little fornicating threesome attracted Bubba and Roddy. I was
preoccupied watching Lou fuck Bill as I sucked him Bill when I felt
something at my ass. It was Bubba, he had straddled Bill and me and was
nosing his cock into my ass. I didn't know if I wanted to get fucked by
Bubba, but by the time I decided, it was too late. He was in.

After three of four deep stokes, I decided I was happy it was too
late. Bubba felt great.  Lou moaned.  Roddy was rear ending him as he
continued to pound Bill. The five of us had a cumulative three feet of cock
in action and 20 inches of ass occupied by throbbing cock.  You couldn't
pack any more sex into a smaller, or a more tightly packed cluster of men.

I was close to shooting when Bubba pulled out and traded places with
Roddy. Roddy's big mushroom on the tip of a slender shaft was an entirely
different sensual experience from Bubba's cock.  After six or seven minutes
of this we broke apart and I fucked Bill as Lou fucked Bubba.  Over the
course of the next forty-five minutes we tried just about every possibility
of sexual coupling.

I had never experienced the sensation of being both sexually stimulated and
relaxed before. It was sort of like a relaxing rub down or massage, but all
done with genitals.  It wasn't love. It was pals helping each other
out. Periodically we had a few breaks when we would take a shower, freshen
up and have a beer. The first time we did this I thought it would end the
sexual play.

I was wrong.  After fifteen or twenty minutes we would ease back into the
sexual activity. While the sexual excitement wasn't as intense as before,
the pleasure was greater. As my ass relaxed fucking became easier and
comfortable. Fucking had been exciting, but somewhat painful for me. As
cock after cock penetrated my ass, I relaxed and was able to enjoy the
sensation caused by each cock. Bubba's cock felt entirely different when he
screwed me doggy style then on my back.

It was a real shock when Lou screwed me.  I hadn't been much of a bottom
before, and I wasn't a size queen at all. Lou's cock was interesting as a
medical specimen, but it didn't turn me on the way it did Davie.  I was on
my back on the bed when Lou lifted my legs and rotated me to the edge of
the bed. His cock was coated in lube and I was too relaxed to complain.

Lou took his time.  I wouldn't want to be fucked by Lou every day, but it
might be good once and a while like on my birthday or Christmas. I don't
know if it would have been good if it wasn't Lou's cock. It was halfway in
when it changed to become something different.  It's hard to get use to
have a part of another man's anatomy in your body

The first time I heard about fucking, it seemed inconceivable you would let
a guy shove his cock in your ass. Since then, I had certainly made peace
with the concept. Lou's cock didn't just penetrate my body.  It occupied
it. The first half of Lou's cock was much like Bill's except Lou's was a
little fatter.  As the second half pushed in, the world became quiet. It
was just me and Lou's cock.  I could feel his heart beating. Somehow I had
the sensation of merging with it.  It made direct contact with my nervous
system, as if his cock was thrusting into my brain.

Before I knew it, the entire organ was in my ass.  "Catch your breath," he
whispered to me. "I'd really like to give you a royal fucking, so get
ready."  He began to pump, slowly at first, but then faster.  As he speeded
up, I wasn't any too sure when he stopped and I began. It was a new
sensation for me.

I worried he might go on for hours, but really good sex has a built in time
limit.  He shot off as I did.  The night quieted down.  Sometime during the
night the ice turned to rain and by the morning we got back to the
townhouse and to the Department store in time

The next day was without any disaster or problems. That was good, since the
night before had been pleasurable but not restful. It was a long day and we
went to bed early.  In the morning, Lou told me Bill gave him his phone
number.

"I think he'd like Sandor and Zoltan," Lou said.

"I think he's after you," I observed. "You guys hit it off."

"You think so?" Lou asked.  He looked pleased.  I realized then the two men
had really hit it off.  We had a Breakfast with Santa event and Lou was the
Grand Marshal of a Christmas Parade at a small town on Southside, so we
would have an early night.  We would be back home by eight. Lou had plans.
He was planning something special for the evening.

I'm not a very imaginative guy. Lou was a theatrical person and with the
Dwarfs had been in a wide variety of sexual situations. Lou was also a
leader of men and Davie and I were born followers.  We would do what he
wanted.  So far, every thing he asked us to do was good.

The Christmas parade was fun.  It was in the later afternoon and it had
been a warm afternoon.  The crowd was good and some of the kids were really
appreciative. This was the first time the real Santa had been to town and
it was a Norman Rockwell event.

As we drove home, Lou told us to keep our costumes on.  We would have
another Christmas event. Instead of returning to the city, we went into the
country. Turning of the main highway, we went through brick gates and went
to a large farm house. It was big, but simple and boxy.

There was a wide front porch. Lou knocked on the door and Bill peaked
out. "Glad you can make it!" he exclaimed.  He opened the door and let us
in.  He was naked, as was everyone else in the room.

"Santa!" everyone exclaimed. I looked around the room.  There must have
been twenty or more men there.  A banner labeled, "Christmas Bare Party"
hung across one side of the entrance hall. A matching banner on the other
side said, "Christmas Bear Party."  Most of the men were older, hairy and
beefy.  Those who weren't were older, very hairy and thin. Most were beared
or had a mustache or goatee.  There wasn't a single beach bunny or twink in
the group.

My first reaction was this was a memorably motley group of not very
attractive men. That was before a wave of male hormones overwhelmed me. It
must have formed a vapor. It was like swimming in testosterone.

For the next half hour we went through every possible pornographic reply to
the question, "Have you been a good boy?" some were clever, others were
grotesquely raunchy. All were funny.  Bill stopped the fun before it got to
be boring.  The nice thing about time with Santa was that we got to check
out everyone's equipment.

One person stood out.  He was Bubba's cousin and they called him Long
John. I guess I don't need to say what made him memorable.  He was Davie's
type, but oddly, Davie was interested in him.  He was a bit goofy
looking. By saying he was goofy looking, I should have said he looked like
Goofy.  He was a good ol' boy from the Blue Ridge. I'm not a size queen,
but Long John was a medical miracle.

When I went up stairs to strip and join the festivities, Long John followed
me. "You're a nice looking boy," he said.

"You're hung like a horse," I replied.

Long John laughed.  "I'm a nice guy too," he said. "If you give me a
choice, that is." He must have been at least 6'-4".  He bent over to suck
my cock. I stood up on the bed here we had piled our clothes.

"I don't want you to hurt your back," I said.

Long Jon looked at me, smiled and said, "I appreciate the consideration."
He sucked me for a while, then we went to join the rest of the men.  It was
very festive.  The men liked us a lot. Davie was in the middle of a cluster
of admirers, but Lou and the Dwarfs were mobbed.  I wouldn't have guessed
so many men wanted to be fucked by Santa and his elves.

Lou was siting in a big chair with one man sucking him as two men fed him a
cock. He was alternating between the two cocks.  Sandor was with two bear
like men.  He was fucking one and sucking the other. As I watched, the man
sucking got up. He climbed onto the chair, straddled Lou and sat in Lou's
organ.

He lowered himself slowly and it took a while for the entire cock to get in
the man's ass.  As it penetrated deeper, the man growled. When he was fully
impaled, the growl turned into a deep, guttural moan.  Once the first man
tried Lou's cock, there was a line of bear like men who wanted to try it.

Lou was a sexual athlete, but his best sport was the marathon. Sexually he
was like the energizer bunny, or a Timex. He could take a licking and keep
on ticking. Licking and fucking he did.

I was with Long John and two friends of his.  Andy Andrews was tall and
thin. He was handsome and an artist of some sort.  The other guy was called
Catfish. He looked like an oversized chimp, or an undersized gorilla.
Catfish was four of five inches taller than man and more muscular.  He was
completely covered in hair, except for his eyeballs and cock head.  Both
Andy and Catfish were almost as well hung as Long John.

"I don't know if I can handle you guys," I said.

"Don't worry," Catfish said. "We'll take care of you.  It'll be fine.
You'll enjoy it."  I must have looked unconvinced. "I promise you.  Relax,"
he added.

"I'm visiting for the weekend," Long John said. "Why don't we adjourn to my
bedroom for some rest and relaxation?" We went off to Long John's bedroom.
The men's cocks were impressive when they were soft. Hard they belonged in
a medical museum. I would have felt inadequate if I hadn't been so
preoccupied by the monster organs. Catfish got on his knees and began to
suck me.  Andy and long John were sixty-nining. After three or four minutes
of sucking they were all hard as a rock.

It may sound strange, but when Catfish stood up and I saw his erect cock, I
sort of fell under its spell.  He was uncut, but the skin was fully
retraced and his bloated, purple cock head was fully exposed. It was a club
cock, thick and veiny. The slit was almost a half inch wide and dripping
pre cum.

Some pagans worshiped cocks as the essence of male fertility.  Catfish's
organ was pure man cock.  I wasn't planned to get fucked but the
unattractive man, but somehow I knew his cock would be in my ass before the
night was over. I looked at Catfish.  He knew it too.