Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 18:55:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Unwelcome Christmas Guest 6

The Unwelcome Christmas Guest 6
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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I think Rufus had told Thomas about the tub before, since when he suggested
it to him he seemed excited.  He knew I was interested. The tub was in a
basement room that served as an exercise space.  It also contained a large
aquarium, as well as plants under grow lights. It was tiled and also had a
shower.

We stripped and jumped in the tub. Thomas was built like a brick, solid and
square. I thought he was fat, but while there was some extra weight, it was
mostly bone and muscle. He was very hairy, but the hair was even, more like
a short haired dog than a sheepdog. His genitals consisted of three large
balls of equal size. One was bisected by a wide slit.

"I'm not one to beat around the bush," Rufus said. "Thomas has never been a
threesome before. I told him that threesomes are fun as long as everyone
shared the same interests. Will, I told him that you are a like spirit,
with one difference, you bottom."

"I don't think of myself as a bottom," I said.

"Well, let me tell you a secret, Thomas doesn't think of himself as a gay
man," Rufus said. "He's a straight man who likes sex with men and isn't
interested in women."

"That clears things up!" I said. We all laughed.

"Thomas possesses the closest thing to a fire plug you can find in a man's
groin. I've fucked him and he's fucked me but we just don't have the knack
that you have," Rufus said. "You're a damn good bottom.

"You're embarrassing me," I said.

"It's a compliment, but I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," Rufus said. "You
know I don't think there is anything wrong with man sex. Whatever floats
your boat is fine with me. I admit when I was younger I thought being a top
was more macho than being a bottom. I've come to realize that we don't get
to pick what excites us or turns us on.  For most of us, that is the way we
are born."

"I wanted to be straight," Thomas said. "I thought I could will myself to
be attracted sexually to women. It didn't happen."

"I wanted to be like everyone else," Rufus continued. "I'm older and being
gay was about as bad as you could be when I was younger. I know a lot of
men and women who had disastrous marriages because they wanted to be
straight."

"Even now, it's hard for me to feel good about gay sex," Thomas added. "I
was a good church-going boy and sex, not to mention gay sex was hardly an
option. I can't seem to relax and let go."

"I'm not a match maker, but I do know how to have fun," Rufus said. "I was
hoping you guys would hit it off. I was hoping we could all let go of our
hang-ups and just let'er rip."

"Rufus, you don't have many hang-up to give up," I said. Thomas smiled. He
must have known Rufus pretty well.

"Let's do a little play acting," Rufus said. "Will, you play the role of a
needy bottom desperate to find a cock. Thomas you can be the young stud
hunting for a tight ass."

"What role will you play?" Thomas asked of Rufus.

"I will be the sage, old geezer who is hoping to lick up some sperm after
you guys get it on!"

Thomas was getting hot so he sat on the edge of the hot tub. He was already
hard, so I went over to his side of the tub and licked his bloated
organ. One taste of his cock was enough for me to forget myself and get
involved.

Thomas took a while to get into it, but once he did, he was
good. Eventually we got out of the tub and I sat on his cock. His cock
wasn't standard issue. It was thick and stubby, a real fire plug. His
oversized balls produced rich, home brew and served as lubricant for my
ass. It was maybe six inches.

When I sat on it, he stretched me wide. I sat back on it and it slid in
easily. Thomas's cock was the perfect length to reach my prostate. My
weight was balanced on his cock, and my prostate was the point of
connection. I felt faint it was so good.

At this point, Thomas became enthusiastic. While he was a top he was too
thick for most asses. When I obviously enjoyed it, he became really
excited. I was bouncing on his cock like a Jack-in-the-Box when he finally
relaxed and got with the program.

"I'm going to shoot!" he cried.

"Don't be shy," I said. I felt him squirt. When he stopped I got up and
Rufus was ready to take his place. Rufus made his deposit and Thomas went
in for a second time. Both Rufus and Thomas had been fully loaded and both
had a short recharge time.

Thomas apparently had never been in a sperm lubricated ass before and loved
it. He did me doggy style and later he had me spread eagled on my
back. Thomas and Rufus double teamed me and it was good. With five or six
load in my ass, it was messy, but Thomas loved it.

"I don't believe I'm doing this," he said. "It's so good." It was good for
me too.  After a final round of orgasms, the party broke up and we went
home. Thinking about it the next day, it had been intense, but friendly. I
had enjoyed it as much as they did. I didn't feel used or abused. I was as
happy letting them in me as they were happy fucking me.

In some ways the vocabulary of sex failed to describe they situation. Fuck
session or gang bang were too crude sounding.  Paired penis, anal massages
with periodic orgasms better described it, but this is a bit ungainly.

I ran into Thomas a week later at a business seminar. It was a not
particularly good seminar on coming trends in Real Estate development given
by a poor speaker who did not know the subject. We had talked during one of
the breaks and Thomas seemed to think I knew much more about the subject of
the seminar than the presenters.

The seminar was near my house and afterward I asked Thomas to come over for
a drink. He agreed.

Thomas had a problem, or more correctly the bank had a problem. His bank
was accused of red lining, that is neglecting minority neighborhoods in
their loans. The bank had few connections to these neighborhoods and didn't
know how to go about serving them. I had a nose for under-rated
neighborhoods and had connections. I gave him some names of people to
contact.

After two drinks Thomas relaxed. "Are you okay after our dinner with
Rufus?" he asked.  "I was afraid we were overly aggressive."

 I smiled. "All was well.  I hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

"It was really good for me too," he said. "I was concerned you might get
the wrong idea. It was a lot of fun, but it was just fun."

"I would hate for you to think I'm superficial, but I like no strings
attached sex," I said. "As far as I can see there is nothing wrong with men
sharing their resources and enjoying themselves."

"I'm relieved," Thomas said. "It was great, but it got intimate a few
times. I didn't want you to misunderstand."

"Well. let me admit that my prostate is in love with your cock, heads over
heels in love. I've noticed that as I get close to an orgasm, I get
affectionate. It lasts until I shoot off and cool down," I said. "I felt
close to you when you were shooting."

"I felt the same way," Thomas whispered. "I wanted to kiss you. I wanted
that badly."

"I would have understood. Are you embarrassed you enjoyed yourself so
much?"

Thomas looked at me. "You may be right about that," he admitted. "It's hard
for me to believe other men like it as much as I do.  I feel like I was
short changing them."

I smiled. "If anything I would have given you a tip after that evening with
Rufus."

"You too seemed so open. I've never sucked a man to completion and never
taken his load," he added.

"I think you are looking at sex like an accountant. You don't add up the
credits and the debits and make things balance," I said. "Every man is
different. We don't all like the same things. We all have different
expectations and needs."  We talked a little longer. Thomas had a dinner
engagement, but we agreed to get together again.

A week later Roger died. It was a surprise, but less of a surprise to me
than it was to the other people in my office. I wasn't that sad either. I
didn't like him, but I knew that his life was over. He was a man who lived
for his job. He loved getting the sale. He knew he was never going to leave
the nursing home and that would have been hell for him.

At the funeral, everyone was nice to me. The people in the office were glad
I had him for his last Christmas. I gathered many brownie points and I also
took over his accounts. I saw Rufus, Dudley and Gus at the funeral, but I
was too busy to talk with them much.

Two days later I received a call from Dudley asking me to a little memorial
event at his house. I said I would come.

"Let me warn you, if you are a religious man, what I am planning may be a
bit pagan," Dudley said. "I will provide light refreshment, lubricant and
poppers."

"Will it be with the men I met at Christmas?" I asked.

"We will all be there, with a few others. You will like them," Dudley
replied. "Roger was happiest naked and erect. There will be no eulogy."

I wasn't sure I should go to the event, but lust and curiosity got the best
of me. At 1:30 in the afternoon, I arrived at Dudley's house. It was big an
austere from the outside, as was typical of older houses in the city. I had
never been in it, although I had seen photographs of it. It was a
well-known historic landmark

Inside it was light and airy. Dudley's ancestors seemed to have liked
scenic wallpapers, and Dudley had restored or replaced then. He had
beautiful furniture, mostly heirlooms, crystal chandeliers and fine
oriental rugs. It looked like a museum, but it also had a comfortable,
lived in look. The main hall had a beautiful curved stair to the upper
level.

Gus, Rufus and Fred were in the dining room with several men I didn't
know. Rufus was good about introductions and I met Lawrence, a college
professor; Tim, Roger's yardman and Max, Roger's cousin. Lawrence and Max
were distinguished looking men; Tim was not. They were all friendly.

There was a portrait of Roger as a young man on the table.  He had been
handsome, and it showed him smiling. That made him look like an entirely
different man. Two men came who I recognized as realtors from another firm,
and a trio of women appeared. Two were elderly and one was much
younger. They were cross dressers. I hadn't guessed Roger was into that.

The final arrival was McManus Smith and two of his men. McManus was a
builder and he did all of Roger's repair and construction jobs. I had seen
McManus but never met him.  He was Roger's secret weapon. Roger worked with
many older clients who had let maintenance slide. McManus fixed, painted
and cleaned up things so the house looked presentable. Roger claimed that
$20,000.00 of the contractor's work added $100.000.00 to the value of the
house.  He worked for Roger alone.

McManus was a bear of a man and his crew looked like they could scare away
Bigfoot. Dudley introduced me as Roger's replacement at the office.  He
also said the contractor had done all the restoration work for his house.
Much to my surprise McManus was friendly and eager to meet me. He
introduced me to his men, Butch, his carpenter and Harry, his painter. Thye
weren't pretty, but no one would mistake them for girly men. We had a good
conversation.

After an hour, the realtors and the older cross dressers left.  They were
going to another party. The younger man, Gilda stayed. Dudley asked if I
wanted to see his pool. I said sure and went to the rear of the house with
McManus and his men. The pool was in an inflatable bubble. The water was
heated and a big gas blower warmed the air. Gus, Tim and Max were in the
water and thye were naked.

"Jump in if you feel like it. As you can see, the bubble is opaque, no one
can see in," Dudley said.

"Hot damn!" Harry said. "I like the idea of skinny dipping in the cement
pond!" He sounded like a character from the Beverly Hillbillies. Dudley had
baskets on the side to hold our clothes. We all stripped and jumped in.

I swam a lap or two. When I stopped, Butch swam over to me. "I'm horny as
shit. Are you the shy type?" he whispered. I didn't answer, but I reached
out and fondled his balls. Butch smiled.

"Actually, I'm a little shy," Butch whispered. "Do you think these guys
would mind if we went at it?"

"I think they are all with the program," I said.  Gus got out of the water
and sat on the edge of the pool. Max went over to him and began sucking his
cock.

Butch looked at me and smiled. He reached over and played with my
equipment. "I love to fuck. Do you think that is a problem?" he asked.

"I don't know all the men here, but it wouldn't bother the ones I know," I
answered. By now, the remaining men from the party had joined us in the
pool. No one seemed shy at all. Max came over to us. I was erect by then.
He felt me out and liked what he found under the water.

"I don't know if you know, but I am Roger's heir. It's mostly real estate
and I need some local help to sell it," I said.  "I am not a native of this
area, so I'm out of my depth."

"Well, I would be glad to help you with that," I said.

"I'm a retired Latin teacher so real estate is not my thing," he
continued. He lowered his voice. "I need some help with Tim too. He lives
over the garage at Roger's place and had been gardening and doing odd jobs
for him for years. Roger said he was what they use to call simple. Roger
left him some money, but he needs help to deal with more complex
issues. Roger didn't want him to go to a home."

I said I understood. Max was the executor of the estate and he asked me to
help him with the real estate portion.  I said I would do that, and that
since he had been a member of the firm I would do it without charge.

"Oh no, I couldn't do that. Roger would had been appalled!" Max said. "Fees
were his life! He always said to pay for what you want. Getting a good
price for a property was more important than a cut rate fee." I put out my
hand to shake on it; Max stroked my cock.  I did the same to him and we
laughed.

Max went off to rejoin Dudley; they had hit it off. McManus came over to me
with Tim. "Have you met my old pal Tim?" he asked. We all shook hands. Tim
was a good-looking 35-year-old man. Well built, Tim had a dusting of chest
hair. Tim had a bad stutter. Butch came over with Harry. They were
friends. Tim didn't stutter with them. I assumed nerves caused the stutter.

As Tim talked with Butch and Harry, McManus talked with me to the side.
"Timmy's scared, Roger took care of him for almost 20 years," he said. "It
wasn't a platonic relationship, but it was a lot of fun for Tim. Roger made
a deposit in Tim's ass and then milked his cock. It's been three weeks, and
Tim is ready. I don't know how you swing, but is there any chance you like
the juice? I tend to gag."

We had been in the water for a while and got out. Max was sitting on Rufus'
cock as he sucked Dudley. Lawrence was with Gus. They were taking turns
with Gilda. I was with the construction crew. Harry had a long thin organ
that seemed to meet Tim's needs. Tim had beautiful equipment. I dropped to
my knees and sampled his cock. That was total success.

I found out later that Roger was regular in his habits and fucked Tim in
the morning and sucked him before bed. He had never been
double-teamed. Harry shot off quickly and Tim asked for more. McManus took
Harry's place.

"It's big!" Tim said. He must have liked it because he started oozing
precum. McManus had a long fuse and alternated hard thrusts and gentle,
massaging motions.  Tim liked it all and after ten minutes or so drained
his balls into my mouth.

When we broke apart, McManus saw I hadn't swallowed yet. He kissed me and
he ate as much of Tim's cream as he could. I was shocked at how turned on I
was. A minute later, he was in my ass as Buster sucked me. It was intense
and wild. I shot off on Buster's blond beard.

The college professor, Lawrence seemed to find that attractive. I saw Gilda
with Harry. Gilda had ditched the wig and the make-up and would have looked
normal were it not for the breasts and cock. That wasn't my thing, but
Harry didn't seem to mind. Harry was older and scrawny, but that didn't
seem to bother Gilda who was deep throating his cock with gusto.

The scene evoked a Roman orgy, but it was calm and sedate, considering the
level of sexual activity. Certainly, it became more intense when men
approached an orgasm, but it was relaxed and friendly. There was a sense of
shared pleasure.

Tim came to me. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"I just shot off. Why don't you fuck me?" I replied.  I got on my hands and
knees.  Tim had a nice cock and it was a good fit. He was careful getting
it in, but after McManus's cock, it was easy.

"Oh wow!" Tim moaned. "I like this!" He began to thrust, slowly at first
and then picking up speed. He lasted for five or six minutes. His orgasm
lasted for what seemed like a minute or two. I would think he was done, but
then he would ejaculate a few more times.

"That was real pretty," McManus said as Tim pulled out. He slipped his cock
into my cum-filled ass. When he pulled out. Lawrence was there to suck his
cock. He treated the cock as a sperm covered Popsicle.

That day marked a turning point in my life both personally and with respect
to my career. My job helping Max with Roger's estate was a major project.
Roger owned over a hundred properties. Many he had bought when they were
just old houses in a bad neighborhood. He literally owned millions of
dollars of property.