Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 05:02:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Unwelcome Christmas Guest 5

The Unwelcome Christmas Guest 5
The Unwelcome Christmas Guest
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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We finally took Roger to a rehabilitation facility two day after Christmas.
It was a nice one and near his friends. As He left, he did not go so far as
to say thank you for my efforts, but he was gone. Rufus and his pals were
effusive in their praise. They told me to drop in and see them any time.

I assumed that was just being conventionally polite. I had enjoyed them
greatly, but they had their own lives. I went back to work and resumed my
normal life. I was handling most of Roger's clients now.  I knew that would
drive him crazy when he got back to the office, but I was the only once
available.

Rufus called me on the 29th and told me that Roger was having problems at
the center. Physically he was recovering well, mentally there was a
problem. They sent him off for a MRI and found brain damage. He had
suffered a concussion and something had gone wrong. He had always been a
difficult man, but he had become unreasonable and uncooperative. The center
had to sedate him even to get him to eat.

"I should have noticed something was wrong at your house, but he was
heavily sedated it could tell what was up," Rufus said.

"Could it have been something that happened at the house?" I asked.

"No, apparently it was all due the accident. It just took a while for the
symptoms to be manifest," he said. "When he went to the Rehab center, I
knew something was off. He is a difficult man, but he was always
conventionally polite. He would never forget to thank you."

"I hope things turn around for him," I said.

That evening Gus called me. He told me the same general information about
Roger, but he also said there was a suspicion that his condition was
progressive. Roger would not be getting better.

"I was wondering if you would like to get together again," he added.  "I
would love to get to know you. I know I've reached the "dirty old man"
phase of my life, but it was real good for me and I like you. If you don't
want a relationship, I can be a good fuck buddy."

"I'm not sure I'm going to fall in love with you, but I would like to be
friends," I said.

"Friends with benefits?" he asked.

"That would be good for me," I replied. "To be completely truthful, I like
for those benefits to be delivered into my ass. Is there any chance you
could come over tonight?"

Gus was knocking at my door fifteen minutes later. We had a drink and then
went to the bedroom. We stripped and I looked at him.

"It seems strange were are doing this without the guys watching," I said.

"Did you like that?"

"I had never be in a group before, and I liked it more than I thought I
would," I said. "Your cock looks bigger than I remembered." I bent over to
suck it and we needed no more conversation for the next hour or so.  I knew
he liked to fuck, but I had no idea how imaginative he could be.

That was fun, but I had greatly misunderstood how much I liked the
bottom. I had been a social bottom. I let my lovers fuck me if they
wanted. It was okay, but no more than that. I don't know if the problem
with that was emotional or anatomical. I thought I loved them but having
their cock up my ass was no thrill. Maybe my ass knew it wasn't real love,
or perhaps their cocks just didn't rub the right spots.

I didn't love Gus, but he sent me to the moon when he fucked me. Perhaps I
liked him more than I thought. It might have been that since his cock was
so big, it hit every spot in my ass. My own attitude played a role too.
Since he fucked me the first time, I craved his cock and that craving grew.

Gus lifted my legs to his shoulders and his cock had touched my anus. I
shivered in excitement. He pressed.  "Give it up baby," he whispered, "Let
me in." he pressed my legs back against my body and spread them wide.  His
cock head popped in. he didn't go deep.  He used his knob to massage my
hole.

"Are you ready?" he asked.  I nodded. He pushed and I was stuffed. When he
was toying with my sphincter, his cock was an invader. When he went deep,
his cock became a part of my body. Maybe I was a part of his. I was
confused, but I somehow thought a basic part of me had been missing and
that Gus' cock completed me. He released my legs and my rectum clamped on
his cock.

Gus moaned. "Do you know how good this is for me?" he whispered. He pulled
out and then slid in a single movement.  I moaned. Over the nest half hour
he fucked me continuously, pulling out only when he changed positions. I
felt like a wet dishcloth, but I was also totally relaxed and anxiety free.
It was lovely.

I'm sorry, I can't do any more. I've drained my balls," Gus said. He pulled
out. "Every drop of sperm I have is in you."

"It's beautiful," I said.

"I've never had anyone take me the way you do," he said. "Are you a size
queen?"

"I really don't know. I've never taken anyone as big as you," I said. "I
didn't know fucking could be this good. I do know I can't get enough of
it." We talked for a while.  I realized he liked me and wanted to be more
than a fuck buddy. I didn't know if I felt that way. I couldn't tell if I
was attracted to him or his cock.

"Will, I do know some big boys. They would be more than willing to give you
a ride," he said. "You can find out if it is me or my cock that gets you
all worked up." I hemmed and hawed but he could tell I was interested. He
went home and I went to bed.

The next evening I got a call for a guy name Parker. He told me he was a
friend of Gus and he wondered if I might like to get together. I asked him
when he was available.

"I'm available anytime for now to the end of the year.  I'm parked outside
of your house," he replied. I told him to come in.

Parker was about six four and sixty years old. He was a professor at the
local university. He looked like a Victorian gentleman. He seemed
nice. "Gus said you were into size. "I have trouble finding men who can
take my tool and enjoy it," he said. "I'm a big man and I can always force
it in, but having a guy whimpering in pain is a turn off.  Gus said you
enjoyed his."

"I didn't expect it, but I did," I said.

"He also said you were a no strings attached guy," Parker added.  "That is
my preference too. I'm not opposed to a relationship, but I think it's more
likely to accidental than the result of an organized search." We talked a
little longer and then went to my bedroom. Parker was hairy, but nothing
like Gus and he was big too. I think he was longer than Gus, but not as
thick. His balls were suitable for a display in an anatomical museum.

"I like to do it bareback. I was tested a month ago and haven't played
since. I also shoot a huge load, so it can be messy.  I provide home-made
lubricant," he added.

"That will be fine for me," I said. Parker dropped to his knees and began
to suck. I wasn't that excited, but that changed quickly. His cock grew as
he sucked me. Parker seemed to be relaxed and almost casual, but ten
minutes later his cock was at my ass.

Parker was more of a lover than a fucker. I knew he wanted to get in deep,
but he took his time. I knew he was big but I have to admit, I hadn't
realized how deep he could go. He went As far as he could, and then went
further. He wasn't as thick as Gus was and it was less stressful. His knob
was about the same size as his shaft, so it felt different.

There was one major difference. Parker was a talker. He described what it
felt like and how much he enjoyed me. I some ways he talked his way into my
ass.

"Gus told me you were good," he said. "He described you as tight but
welcoming. Sometime I think of my cock as a lube applicator. I have a nice,
wide slit. Some guys like to lick it and taste my precum when it's real
fresh. You're so tight it feels like you are massaging my rod. Each time I
push deeper, I spread more of my homemade slippery goo in you."

"Some guys can't take it for long and I have to pull out before I get all
the way in," he continued. "Gus told me you took every inch of his.  That
in itself deserves a mention in the Guinness book of World Records. You
seem to be doing just fine, are you okay?"

"It's great, don't stop," I managed to say.

"I'd love to shoot in you," he added. "I like to shoot deep and then pull
out a little each time I ejaculate. When I finish shooting I like to fuck
you like a wild man for a while. Sperm is like ball bearings, it smooth as
silk. That's usually when my playmates spurts. I love it hands free and
messy. Are you okay with that? I like shooting in the ass, but I don't need
to. It's your ass. You didn't need to be polite.  I'm a big boy and I know
some guys, maybe most guys, don't like to have anyone cum in them."

"I'm fine with that," I said.

"You know Gus is taken with you.  He's quite smitten. That rare for him,"
Parker said. "I'm sort of hoping you feel the same way about him. He is a
great guy and an old friend.  But you are so good, I'm also hoping maybe we
could share you."

"It's wonderful to fuck a man who can appreciate what I'm doing. I love
what I am feeling right now," he said. Parker made a hard thrust and went
even deeper. I gasped for breath. I don't know how long he talked and
fucked.  His motions were rhythmic and I felt as if I were a beach taking
big waves. I could feel him shoot. As he had earlier described he then
fucked me like a wild man and I shot off.

Parker the rolled me on my side and reentered from the rear. Usually there
is a post orgasmic let down, but his cock was still twitching. It felt
wonderful. It was hard to believe, but I almost feel asleep.

When I moved he began slowly pumping. He was soft, but his cock was so long
it remained in my ass. In a short while he was hard again.

"Why don't you get up and then sit on my cock?" Parker suggested. "You can
be in control and fuck yourself."

That sounded good to me, and I gave it a try. It was better than I could
have guessed. I sat on it gingerly but I was soon doing a wild dance on his
totem pole. When I shot off I made a direct hit in his open mouth. He loved
that and refreshed the sperm stew in my ass.

Parker liked man spunk and he rolled me over after the orgasm and rimmed my
ass. He liked the taste of his sperm served from my ass. He went home and I
slept well.

The next day was busy at the office. I was handling my own work and Roger's
clients too. I made two big sales so it was a good day for me. I made it
home by eight. I was tired but my bank account was healthy.

I had just sat down when the phone rang.  It was another one of Gus's
friends. This man was named Roosevelt Mills. He was high school science
teacher. We chatted and I asked him to come over. I was tired, and I had
just had a night of wild sex with Parker, so I had no need for more sex. I
sill asked him over. I knew he was a black man and I wasn't particularly
interested in interracial sex. Maybe I was curious, but I think I really
was too tired to think straight.

Roosevelt was the blackest Black man I had ever seen.  He was a Biology
teacher and the Coach of the wrestling team. He was also mild mannered and
quiet. Like Parker, Gus had told him of my sexual skills. "Gus told me you
were safe. If anyone found out I was gay I'd be toast," he said.

"I don't kiss and tell," I said.

"I just want to have some fun," Roosevelt continued, "with no strings and
no commitments. I want to have plain old sex. I'm a top. Gus said you would
like that." We went to my bedroom and stripped.

Roosevelt was a little shorter than I am, but he was exceptionally
muscular. I assumed that was due to his wresting interests. He was also
smooth, so smooth I assumed he shaved.  He looked as if he was ready for a
photographic shoot in a muscle magazine. Unlike the men in the magazines he
was well equipped. They usually wore tiny briefs covering modest genitals.

I had never been with a Black man sexually before, but Roosevelt was shy
and seemed to regard me as a fragile man who might be easily broken. I took
the lead and bent over to suck his cock. "That's nice," he whispered.

His cock didn't look that long when he was soft. It clearly was thick and
his balls were huge. Uncut, when my tongue worked its way into the puckered
tip, I tasted precum immediately. I was flattered he was that excited.

We went to the bed and got into the sixty-nine position. Roosevelt
swallowed my entire cock. By this time I could only get his cock head into
my mouth. I could smell soap form a recent shower and I tasted his sex
juices. His knob seemed to be sensitive and it twitched as I licked it.

His tongue was massaging the underside of my cock and I had the strange
sensation that he was jerking me off with his tongue. I had been uneasy
when were first met, but once we made a sexual connected all was well. I
thought back and realized that the sexual connection was not always a part
of sexual activity. I had sucked cocks that were just a part of a man's
anatomy. There was physical contact, but nothing else.

With Roosevelt the connection was almost instantaneous. I was sucking his
cock, tasting his juices and thinking what a nice guy he seemed to be. We
took a break.

"Are you ready to kick it up a notch?" he asked.

"I guess I am," I said.

"Have you ever been fucked by a Black guy before?"

"No," I replied. "I don't think that's a problem, but I've never done it."

"Some guys get really turned on, others don't care," Roosevelt said. "Once
I'm in no one seems to notice anything except it big. I have a long fuse,
but when I shoot it's sudden.  Do you want me to pull out? Let me be frank,
there is a good chance you will have a few squirts in you anyway.  If
that's a problem I will pull out really early."

"Let's play that by ear," I said. "Do you think you can get it in me? It's
huge."

"I'm 250 pounds of muscle, I can always get in as far as I want," he
said. "It's best for me when you welcome me in. I like it when a guy is
squirming, moaning and begging me to go deeper. That's a real turn on."

"Does that happen often?"

"No, it's pretty rare," Roosevelt replied. "Gus knows what I like. He told
me you might be what I want."

"Gus hardly knows me!"

"I'm a teacher. You don't need to know it all; you only need to know
enough," he said. "Are you ready?"

I asked him if I could sit on it.  He said that was fine with him. I
reached for a tube of lubricant which I applied liberally to his cock. I
straddled it and sat back. Roosevelt slipped in easily. It seemed real
easy. His cock head was a huge mushroom and I could feel it as it traveled
up my rectum. I felt a real sense of accomplishment when it was all in me.

"Can I rest a little?" I asked.

"Sure, it feels great," he said. There was a tickling sensation in my ass.
Roosevelt was unloading. He had said he would pull out, but since I was
sitting on his tool, that wasn't an option. I surprised myself when I
realized I liked it.

Roosevelt stayed hard after the orgasm and I began to bounce a little the
love pole. He loved that. Roosevelt provided the sex toy and I got to play
with it. He just relaxed, kept his cock hard and shot off periodically. It
was good and enjoyable for me. It was a good night and when he went home we
were both satisfied.

The next few days were busy and I had to go out of town on a business
trip. It was busy, but relaxing too. The steady diet of good sex can be
exhausting.  I needed to rest and do some thinking. I relaxed but the
thinking was minimal. It was too tired to think.

When I returned home I ran into Rufus at the supermarket.  He said that
Roger was not doing any better. The mental issues were getting worse. I
didn't say that I always thought Roger had mental issues. He asked me to
his house for dinner on Saturday. I told him I would like that.

I almost asked him if anyone else was coming, but that would have been
rude. Rufus lived on the other side of town. He lived in a small, but
pretty house surrounded by a garden. Even in the winter I could tell it was
nice.  I knocked on the door; Rufus answered and welcomed me. He then
introduced me to his friend, a young man named Thomas. Thomas was a well
groomed bearded man, beefy and well dressed.

Thomas was a banker and we had a number of common acquaintances. He was
affable but a bit shy until he got to know you. As a salesman I appreciated
that. I have to be out going, but that is a job requirement. I guessed
Thomas was in his later thirties, but he was clearly upward bound.

The firm I work for is old and well established, but I have a good nose for
where the next good areas and neighborhood will be. We had a good
conversation on the up and coming districts. I also knew the good and the
not so good developers.  Thomas was very interested in that. Rufus provided
dinner, simple but good.

 Thomas had been transferred to this bank a year earlier and didn't know
many locals. He seemed to be close to Rufus and I assumed the relationship
wasn't platonic. I had a sense that Rufus was introducing him to a younger
men.  I was flattered he thought of me as younger.  I was getting to old
for the men I had been lusting over.

Rufus steered the conversation to sex. Thomas was gay, shy and not out. In
the conservative banking world, you had to be careful. Officially it wasn't
a problem, but bankers tend to like complete straight arrows. Being openly
gay would close doors.

"I've tried to clue him in on the gay community," Rufus said. "I realized I
was describing ancient history! I thought you could fill him in on what
it's like now." I did what I could.  I wasn't a bar fly, but I did get
around.

When Thomas went off to the bathroom, Rufus leaned over to me. "Thomas is a
top, and he needs so fun bad," he whispered. "We've had some fun, but two
tops can never be that satisfactory. Are you willing to help him out? If
you are a trip to my hot tub is next on the agenda." I was willing.