Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2014 22:58:46 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Winter Wonderland 2

Winter Wonderland 2

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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In retrospect, I have no idea why I was in a room with three naked men I
did not know. I did strip naked, but that was more to be polite than with
sexual intent. I didn't expect to enjoy myself as much as I did. The men
seemed to regard me as a sexual buffet. One man sucked my cock, another
rimmed my ass and a third offered me his cock for my oral pleasure.

He was memorably uncut, with extra skin. That was a novelty for me and I
explored the skin. I essentially tongue fucked his foreskin until I reached
his cock head. I then discovered his cock was like a soda fountain
dispensing precum. I knew he had big balls but had no idea that they were
as productive as they were.

I had not understood how intoxicating precum was. It may be just me, but I
became enveloped in sexual lust. Of course, I had tasted it before, but it
had been in drips and dribbles. It flowed from this guy in a continuous
stream. I had thought of precum as being messy.  It seemed generous
now. This man was feeding me his special sex juices. I later found out his
name was Seth. The other men were Grayson and Luke.

The other men were busy. I soon felt a cock head at my ass.  I did not
react and a little later Luke eased it into my ass. He was a huge man, but
his cock was long and thin, Seth had a beer can and Grayson was
average. Eventually all three men fucked me. I fucked Seth and Luke.

I was back in my room an hour later. It had been pleasurable, intensely
pleasurable several times, but it hadn't seemed like sex. I didn't know
them and they didn't know me. It was play, low stress play. We were not in
love, but we enjoyed each other.

The next day the atmosphere of the place had changed. Edouard de Ville had
solved some problems and the dance numbers worked. He had found a way to
make the big men look good. They were talented, but they were not ballet
dancers. He had found a way for them to be graceful, and several other ways
to make the dance comic. They were happy, as was he.

Edouard became cheerful and accommodating. Once he had things right, he did
not need to be the Prima Donna. Once the dances were right everything else
fell into place. Our early efforts to please him paid off. He actually
became a friend with the chef.

My own situation in the hotel changed in some ways. In the past, many of
our guests were gay. They were actors, set decorators and similar people,
but I had been too old for most of them. Most of them were looking for
twenty year olds, not middle-aged men. I was well beyond the bar scene,
even if there were bars or nightclubs nearby.  These were rare in this
area.

This was the first time I had a large number of men my age or older. They
weren't all gay, but the 70 to 80% were members of the club. The elves,
fairies and Santa's helpers had their own group.

There were no virgins in the dancing bear and lumberjack group. None of
them was shy and most had been around the block a few times. None seemed to
be uncomfortable with their bodies. They were non-standard bodies, but at
one time, they would have been considered handsome, fine figures of a
man. They were big and brawny.

I also found out that they were not prone to keep quiet about their sexual
partners. They thought I was handsome and willing. I hadn't thought of
myself as handsome in years. I hadn't realized how willing I had become.

This puzzled me. I eventually realized that sex with these men was
enjoyable and comfortable. It wasn't true love but it was relaxing. While
my partners and I felt relaxed, that relaxation did not affect the
erections or the orgasms. I had intense, relaxed orgasms.  That may be a
contradiction of terms, but that is what it felt like. No one worried if
your cock was oozing precum or dribbling sperm. Most of the men were happy
when they shot off a big load, and they were equally pleased when you did
the same.

I saw Ronnie the next evening. "I heard you hit it off with a few of the
boys last night," he said. "You like group play?" I assumed he was pissed
and I did not know what to say.  He must have noticed my confusion.

Ronnie leaned close to me.  "I like group play too. I have some pals who
would like to meet you," he said. "I told them I had met someone who could
take my cock and smile afterwards.  That is a rare occurrence," he
added. "They would like to watch. Let me warm you.  They aren't the
watching type. They will want to join in."

"If they are your friends, I would be fine with it," I said.  "I had never
done group before last night.  It wasn't what I expected. I enjoyed it."

"Are you free tonight?" he asked. "I could make a call and see if anyone
else is in the mood." I had to deal with a problem in the kitchen, but
could be back in a half hour I said.  Ronnie said that would be perfect. A
minute or so later I regretted my willingness. This was uncharted
territory. I had been carried away by temporary lust.

I would seem like an idiot to Ronnie if I failed to show up or begged
off. I liked Ronnie, but sex with him had been unbelievably good, too good
to pass up. I decided to go through with it

When I returned to the room, I found there was a dwarf, Grady, who was one
of Santa's helpers and an elf, a small, slim elegant man named Jules. We
talked a little and another man entered the room, Edouard. Of course, I
knew he was gay, but I had picked him out as being into the slim, elegant
types.

Ronnie was wearing a robe. "We are all here now, let's get naked and get to
it!" Ronnie was a natural leader of men. No one needed to be coaxed. Grady
was a pint sized, very macho and very hairy man with a bushy, reddish
beard. Jules was blond, pale and delicate, and Edouard had a nearly perfect
swimmer's body, with a carefully manscaped hairy chest.

Grady was already erect and possessed an impressive man tool. It looked
large compared to his body. Edouard had a long, white snake. Jules had a
bloated, beer can type organ that looked like it was meant to be dangling
from a longshoreman's crotch.

I expected an uncomfortable period before we got into the sex. That did not
happen. Everyone was ready, willing and able. No one was shy. I thought sex
with a dwarf would be complicated, but Grady must have made a study of it
and he had ways to get what he wanted. Unexpectedly, Edouard lost all of
his airs and affectations and was a plain old, horny man.

Ronnie knew them individually, but he had never been in a group with
them. I had been afraid that this would turn into a gang-bang with me as
the main attraction. That didn't happen. The men had never met and Ronnie
was the only common link. It seemed to me that the men wanted to sample all
the goodies.

"Are there any bottoms in the room other than David?" Edouard asked.  "I
hope I haven't offended you David, but Ronnie told me of your interests, I
am afraid I am all top."

"I swing both ways," Grady replied. He took a long look at Edouard's
organ. "Thick is a problem for me. Long definitely is not a problem."

I got on the bed. Grady climbed up and sucked me, but he had his ass in the
air. He had tucked his small legs under him and his ass was wide open. He
had no problem swallowing most of my cock and his bushy beard provided a
cushion for my balls. He had no problem breathing as he sucked and he
swallowed several times. My cock loved that.

Edouard lubricated his man tool and took up position at Grady's ass. He
seemed to probe gently Grady's hole. He was testing the water. Ronnie
moaned.

I looked over and saw that his entire cock had vanished into Jules'
mouth. His nose filtered air though Ronnie's bush. Jules must have
possessed a detachable jaw. He took the whole thing.

Grady pulled away with only my cock head in his mouth. He eyes glazed over
and crossed. Edouard's cock was deep in his body.

"Damn, this is good!" Edouard cried.  After a few seconds, Grady began to
nurse my knob as Edouard made deep strokes, each stroke penetrating deeper
in the dwarf's body. Everyone was happy. Sex follows a fixed path ending in
a climax. Good sex usually reaches the climax quickly.

"Why don't we all break up and find a new partner?" Ronnie asked. "I'd like
to make this last longer."

"Like musical chairs?" Edouard suggested. We all rotated.

Jules came over to me. "Ronnie suggested I open you up a bit," he
said. "Are you game?" I nodded. He had a bulbous cock shaped a bit like a
Zeppelin. It looked huge in comparison to his spare and elegant body. It
wasn't as large as Ronnie's member, but it was still impressive.

Grady relocated so I could suck him as Jules eased his cock into me. It was
thickest in the middle and then tapered as it approached his bush. It came
close to hurting at the thickest point, but was comfortable when fully
lodged. Edouard was with Ronnie and they seemed to be having a hot, make
out session.

Jules did not fuck; he undulated. I squirmed quite a bit rubbing his cock
against my prostate.  That felt good.  His thick tube was in constant
contact with my prostate.  It rubbed it the right way.  It was erotic, but
not so exciting to make me shoot off. He was still for a little while and I
felt his cock pulsing in my ass.  He pulled out and Ronnie's cock touched
my hole a second after Jules moved out of the way. I was not excited about
having the men watch me as Ronnie plowed me, but I did not have much time
to worry about it. He was at my ass and a second later, he was in me.

From then on, I was out of it.  The intense feelings made it impossible to
get a grip on what was happening. I heard Ronnie say that he loved natural
lube as his cock encountered Jules' sperm. Edouard was impressed by my
anus' resilience.

I sensed that Ronnie was building up to a climax. He pulled out for a
second or two. I felt semen splattering on my hole, and then he shoved it
in deep.  When he pulled out, I felt empty. Grady licked my hole and he
seemed to like the splattered cum that surrounded it. The party was over
and I was exhausted. I returned to my suite.

Five minutes later, there was a quiet rapping at the door.  I looked out
the peephole and there was no one there.  The rapping continued. I opened
the door and found Grady. "You didn't shoot off," he said. "I came here to
take your cream. Do you want me to take it in my mouth or ass?"

"You take requests?" I asked. He laughed and said he liked it all. He began
sucking. I wanted to suck him too and we got in the sixty-nine position. He
liked that, as did I.

"I'm getting close," he said. "Do you have a problem taking dwarf cum?"

"I doubt it, but I know I don't have any problem taking yours," I
said. Warm and creamy sperm flooded my mouth. I began to shoot. He pulled
back so he could taste my sperm. We calmed down and ate up the later
ejaculations and drool. I fell asleep and when I woke, Grady's cock was
still in my ass, slowly pulsing.

"How long have you been doing that?" I asked.

"About a half hour," he relied.  "You were nice and open. I hope you didn't
mind."

"It's real nice, but I have to get to work." I said.  He pulled out. We
showered together and I went to work. It was a quiet morning with no
overnight disasters to deal with. The rehearsals were intense, since it was
all singing and dancing, but the men were in a good mood. The costume
makers and set painters were increasingly busy. Everything took longer than
was scheduled.

We catered everything. We always provided lunches, but we were now doing
dinner too.  We now had the stagehands, musicians, set people and the
costumers to feed. We provided a snack at 10:00 at night.  The dress
rehearsal was coming up and some of the staff that would normally go home
at night stayed at the hotel. Some lived an hour or more away and an
accident on the interstate could delay them.

We were short on rooms, so we put some up in the old athletic club. When
the hotel was new, a posh athletic facility was stylish. We closed it when
the park acquired the building. It had always been a good marketing tool,
but a bad moneymaker. We put cots in the exercise area and opened up the
shower and steam rooms. These were popular because when you are putting in
long hours, a shower is refreshing in addition to being hygienic.

It was no surprise that the showers tended to attract gay men. Most men in
the group were live and let live types. It is hard to be anti-gay in a
theater troupe. Those who aren't gay usually don't mind a little tension
relief, and don't object to watching.

We had a little screw-up in the executive suite arrangements. Edouard had
decided to stay for the opening. He had become quite excited by the
potential of the show. We had a major critic coming to look it
over. Edouard had told him it was worth seeing. Edouard said he was a
flaming faggot and would not like the Country Club atmosphere preferred by
the Park's bigwigs.

I gave him my suite and joined the men in the athletic club.  I was on a
cot in the former club director's office.  It was not posh.  The staff
moved me out and spiffed up the suite with flowers for the critic. It would
only be for three days.

The critic's arrival excited the actors and the rest of the staff. A chance
for anyone in regional theater to be seen by a new critic was a rarity. The
critic, Roland Montjoy, was important, influential and everything Edouard
said he would be. He made the Virgin Mary seem like an action movie
star. He arrived with a man named Maury Grossbaum, a Broadway producer. He
sounded and looked a bit like Max Bialystock from the movie, but he was the
real thing.

Roland and Edouard went off to rehearsals.  Maury was tired and went to the
suite to rest. The kitchen and wait staff were working at full blast, and I
had called in extra maids and janitorial staff to keep up. When the crew
comes in from a hard day having everything spic and span is good. It was
especially good for me since the President of the company came by and he
was pleased. He also noted I had given up my room for a guest.  That was
what he liked in his management team.

Everything calmed down at five when we sent catering trucks off to the
theater with all the staff needed to serve it. Maury came down looking for
something to eat. The dining room was all but closed, but the chef was
still there and he cooked something for Maury.

Maury loved it. He was going to the theater at eight, so he had some time
to kill. I showed him around. It was a much different situation than he
encountered in New York and he was interested. We visited the athletic
club, which looked like a barracks for World War II with all the cots.

"Is the steam room working?" he asked.  "I'm stiff." I said it was.

"Why don't you join me? You look like you could use some relaxation," he
said. Maury was one of those men who used a question as an order. I said
some time in the steam room might be nice.

I cranked up the steam; we stripped and went in the room. The hotel had
oversized towels available, but once we were in the room, Maury took it off
and sat it next to him.  In his business clothes, Maury seemed like a
dumpy, overweight man. He was hairy like a gorilla, but he must have worked
out.  He was shaped like a brick and had no neck, but that was just the way
he was built. He had cock hidden in his hairy crotch, but I could only see
his pink cock head.

"What's it like working with actors all the time?" he asked. "I would think
it would drive you crazy."

"Most of the time it's more like working with kids at a summer camp. This
show has older actors and it is more sedate," I said. "We seem to have
fewer prima donnas than usual."

"Is there lots of sex going on every night here? Are most of the guys gay?"
he asked.

"We don't ask and we don't tell," I said. "Gay men don't get pregnant, and
our dancing bears and lumberjacks seem to be more emotionally stable than
the twenty year olds. As long as no one is fornicating in the main lobby, I
am happy."

"How about fornicating in the steam room?" he asked. He was fondling his
balls.

"I was under the impression that was all but required," I said.

Maury laughed. "If I told you I am a happily married man who likes a little
fun on the side, would you be shocked?" he asked. He looked at my
crotch. "Looking at you, it wouldn't be a little fun at all. You are well
equipped."

Two men came in the room. I recognized them as construction workers who
were building the sets. They went to the other side of the steam-filled
room. They sat next to their towels and talked quietly.  One of them began
stroking.

"You have a nice looking tool there," Maury said.

"We all work with whatever is available," the man said. "If it bothers you,
just let me know."

"There is no problem at all," Maury replied. "I'd like to see more."

"This is all I've got," the construction worker said.

"I'd like to see the white, creamy stuff you have stored in your balls,"
Maury added.

The man laughed. "That is not a problem, but it tastes better than it
looks," he said. "Would you like to trade, yours for mine?"

"Mine is kosher, is that a problem?"

"I doubt it. My pal here has his meat complete with its wrapper. Dickey has
extra skin.  I'm Scooter, by the way."

"I'm Maury," he said as he got up and went over to the two men.

"Damn, you're a hairy one," Scooter said.  "I can suck cock and floss at
the same time."

Dickey and Scooter were impressively redneck, and very gay and into sex. At
the hotel surrounded by actors, dancers and artists, it was easy to forget
that gay men were in all occupations, not just the arts. We played around
in the steam room, and Maury asked us back to his suite for some more
intense play.

Scooter was a top and he enjoyed Maury's ass. Dickey like to be sucked. The
skin was an adventure. I seemed to be getting really interested in
foreskin.  Eventually he fucked me. His cock was thin, long and hard. The
foreskin made it feel as if it was cushioned. My sphincter grabbed the
skin, and held it tight, but the cock pounded away.

I was learning more about cocks than I ever thought I would. I had not
exactly been a monk, but the last weeks had doubled the number of men I had
been with. I should have felt slutty or trashy. I felt relaxed and
comfortable.