Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 16:11:07 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Winter Wonderland 4

Winter Wonderland 4

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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The show was doing well, and I had the hotel working at peak efficiency. We
paid the staff double time for work after 9:00. The kitchen and service
staff were usually done by 9:00.  Since they were now working from 9:00 to
2:00 in the morning, we paid extra. The staff appreciated some extra cash
at Christmas.

There was a scandal of sorts associated with the show. A sleaze ball
promoter had a "charitable" campaign to send poor kids and families to the
show; this was a scam. The promoter did buy 1,000 tickets for the show at a
discount. That cost $30,000.00. He had raised $1,400,000.00 by the time the
Park discovered what they were doing and shut them down. He tried to claim
that they had administrative costs of $1,370,000.00 on the $30,000.00
project.  The Park had good lawyers. The promoter returned the money to the
donors as an alternative to arrest. The police put them they were on a
special watch list and this list was widely distributed.

This generated some good publicity.  The Park arranged to send groups of
actors with Santa to visit hospitals and homes for the elderly. They would
do a number from the show and give away presents. They were paid to do
this, but the actors offered to give their pay to the institutions they
visited. This nice gesture again generated additional favorable publicity.

Our kitchens were working on Santa cookies and cupcakes to go with Santa on
his visits. Our staff had a good time with this, especially the bakers who
had a chance to display their skills. They also dealt with special dietary
requirements, and produced cookies for Jewish and Islamic patients.

I was shocked when this caused a mini-scandal. We were being generous and
nice and we were being attack by a local Bible Thumper.  He broadcast a
show condemning us for pandering to non-Christians. It was part of the "war
on Christmas" shit.

Ronnie has suggested that we shove a Christmas tree up the broadcaster's
ass. There was a ribald discussion as to what sort of a tree, with a Giant
Redwood as the preferred choice.  I was partial to the Scotch pine since it
had the sharpest needles.

A local television reporter interviewed Ronnie in his Santa role. Ronnie is
good, intelligent and articulate man. He said that Santa loved all children
whether they believed in him or not.  If he could bring a little happiness
and joy to a sick or needy child, he would do it.  He ended by saying "God
is love and he loves everyone. I just follow his lead." When asked about
the broadcaster directly, Ronnie did a subtle "more to be pities than
censured" routine that was entirely convincing. He did not mention the
Giant Redwood.

That interview made national news. The Park administrators did nothing to
capitalize on it. A reporter asked the park P.R. person if they supported
Ronnie's statement. "How can you criticize Santa?" she answered. Sometimes
letting nature take its course is the best policy.

Given the work level of the show's crew and the hotel staff, the attitude
was good and almost festive. The audiences were responsive and
enthusiastic. A good, well received performance every night is a great
morale booster. Our food was good and the actors were appreciative of that
too. We are not a four star hotel, but we kept everyone happy and
satisfied. The relaxed atmosphere and openness of the hotel helped.

The guests were good about entertaining themselves too. They included me in
their entertainment. To say my experience with the guests was rich and
varied understates the case. This was true on both the personal and sexual
level.  Woody liked me and came to see me regularly.  He wanted to play and
he hinted he had some pals who wanted to play. I asked if they were dwarfs.

"Well, they aren't that tall," he said.  "I told them you are real nice and
that you let me fuck you. My pals are nice people and were interested. We
tend to attract tops who want some variety. My friends like to top too." I
said I would think about it. When we were sexually engaged, Woody was a
man, not a dwarf. I did not have a fetish for dwarfs and I did not feel any
particular attraction for them.

I laughed at myself. While I was not particularly attracted to dwarfs, I
did seem to feel an attraction to anyone who had a cock. I did not feel a
need to have sex with every cock-endowed person, but if the opportunity
arose, I was tempted.

Woody appeared the next night with three pals, BJ, Johnnie and Wally. BJ
and Johnnie were dwarfs. Wally was a small, thin, delicate dancer, who was
one of the star elves. He was perfectly proportioned and elegant.  The
dwarfs had what I considered as normal dwarf bodies; they were bearded and
macho like Woody. Wally was beautiful and looked breakable.

We talked a little while when Woody took me aside and asked me if I could
help them out. I have been in the hotel business a long time. It was hard
for me to reject a request from a guest.

"That is fine with me," I said.

"Boys, it is play time!" Woody announced. We all stripped and the small men
mobbed me. I like to think I am a good judge of gay men, but Wally was the
first to be naked and the first to suck my cock. I had assumed he was the
shy type.  Technically, I think he was what is called horny as hell. BJ was
uncut and when I sucked him, I tasted a double dose of his sex juices
stored in his foreskin. He had been excited and oozing.  I seem to lose my
inhibitions when I tasted his precum. The men were not virgins and they
noticed my excitement.

Adding to my excitement was the discovery that the men were not small
everywhere, and they were genuinely enthusiastic. BJ was the first to fuck
me and it was good. Wally was next and his cock seemed to be bigger than it
looked. He was a forceful fucker, but since B. J. had left a deposit in my
ass, it was not a problem at all. Delicate Wally had no problem with sloppy
seconds.

The men soon realized I enjoyed being fucked. They relaxed and became more
uninhibited. I think we all went places we did not expect to
visit. Unexpectedly, they were both sex-crazed, polite and considerate. The
sex was good and they wanted it to last. They did not want to wear me out.

Johnnie had a short cock with an oversized head. It was intensely
pleasurable. His head was in deep enough to touch my prostate and he
massaged my little gland with each thrust.  This almost drove me crazy.

A little later, BJ sat on my cock, facing away from me. Woody was in my ass
and the two small men made out like teenagers. I was sucking Wally and
Johnnie. I had both of their knobs in my mouth as they kissed. All four of
them traded sperm.

I had not shot off yet.  That worried BJ who thought it was not fair. After
they recovered from their last orgasm, they competed for my cock and
cum. Wally got it. Once he had it, he was willing to share.  BJ rimmed my
ass and licked up any semen that drooled from my well used opening. We were
all happy campers.  They went to their room and I fell asleep. It was a
good experience for all of us.

In general, no one spent the entire night. The show was physically
demanding and they needed rest and sleep. Orgasms functioned as a sleeping
pill for them.

The next morning we had a major incident; one of the bears had a heart
attack.  Luckily, it was in the lobby after breakfast. The head porter was
trained in CPR and the desk staff called the rescue squad. The head porter
recognized it as a potential heart attack and the Cardio rescue squad
arrived in ten minutes. A major hospital was only twenty minutes away.

The man, Julian Rogers, had his contact and next of kin information on
file. Corporate asked me to call them. I had witnessed the incident and
could tell them more. I called a brother, and got his wife. She did not
seem to be interested. I also called a friend of his in New York; he was
not home, but I left a message.

An hour later, I had a call from Julian's nephew. I told him what I
knew. He was concerned and I gave him the hospital's number. Julian's
brother had suffered a heart attack a year earlier and had not yet fully
recovered, so the nephew was knowledgeable.  His Aunt was still shell
shocked form that. I told him that if he or his family wanted to visit,
there was a free room at the hotel.

The show went on, as one would expect. I called the hospital about his
condition. After some complications with getting information, I reached a
sensible nurse. While I was not family, he had many friends in the cast.
By giving me an update, I could keep them aware and reduce the number of
calls to the hospital. I did not want to know any details about his
condition, just his status and any changes. That worked well. He was in the
ICU and would go in for open-heart surgery the next morning.

I posted the information in the lobby and called the nephew. He was taking
the train down that night. He asked if he could rent a car. I told him our
van would pick him up and provide transportation. He arrived in time to see
his Uncle briefly before he went into surgery. The nephew, who was named
Julian after his Uncle, came back to the hotel at six. The surgery went
well, but had taken seven hours.

Julian would be in medically induced coma for 12 to 24 hours. His nephew,
Julian was thirty years old or so and was a thinner, more muscular version
of his uncle. He had dinner and went to his room. I told him that the cast
would return to the hotel at 10:00 and asked if he wanted to meet them or
get some sleep. He looked tired and the trip on the train could not have
been restful.  He asked me to call him when the cast returned.

Ronnie called me during an intermission and asked about Julian. I told him
what I knew and said the nephew was at the hotel. Ronnie is a leader of
men. He served as the contact man in the cast and he knew Julian's closest
friends.

The next morning Julian went to the hospital. I let him my use my car,
since I was on 24/7 duty at the hotel. Christmas was a week away and the
crush of performances and special appearances was evident. We had several
office parties for the park employees and vendors. These used the balls
rooms that the crew of the shows had not used. We out-sourced the catering
for some of these parties since our own kitchen staff was not that large.

Julian returned at noon and said they were keeping his Uncle in a coma for
another day. He looked frazzled and I suggested he get a massage. I
suggested go after two, when the cast was gone and it was calmer.

We had a plumbing problem that occupied the next three hours of my time. A
sewer had a back-up problem and sewage was seeping into the basement.  I
called the city and our own staff discovered our back flow valve had
jammed.

In the street, the city crew discovered it was what they called a TRE.  I
asked what a TRE was and the city crew leader said it was a Tampon Related
Event. Luckily, the workers solved problem with a hard whack of a hammer on
a back flow preventer.  The problem was minimal. We were able to clean up
the basement before the smell got into the hotel proper.

At three, I went to get a massage. Officially, the club was closed until
10:00.  Butch let me in and locked the door behind me.  Julian was getting
a massage from Rudolph. Butch offered to take care of me.  Julian was all
but asleep.

"If you're in the mood we might get a bit intimate," Butch whispered. I
looked over at Julian. Mason smiled. "He's a member of the club," he
added. "He is a top who is looking for a bottom. He has a nice one, if you
like them thick," Butch continued. "He told me it's too big for most
guys. I said that if we got lucky, I could open you up and prepare the way.
He was okay with that. Are you?"

"I think that would be fine," I said.  Butch was not a professional
masseur, but he was good, he clearly learned his skills from Rudolph. It
was relaxing and stress free. Butch eased his cock into me as he continued
to massage me. The anal stimulation was a nice extra-added attraction.

"That sure is a pretty sight," Julian said. I looked at him. He was either
a muscular otter or a comparatively slim bear. He was also erect.

"Would you like to help us out?" Butch asked.

"I would love to help, but I don't think I could hold back, the way you
do," Julian said.

"I don't think Bill would mind if you shoot off, but Rudolph and I could
give you some pointers on edging." Butch added. I think they got off
playing the role of sexual advisors and guides.

"This is more public than I am used too," Julian said. Julian was an
aggressive, driven man. He overcame his concerns about being watched and
took the plunge. Butch and Rudolph were Daddy type figures and he tried a
slower approach. It was a snug fit and he liked the feel of my ass as it
gripped his organ.  He was uncut and I peeled back the foreskin every time
he entered and then pulled the skin over his knob when he pulled out.  He
like this.

I think he was accustomed to a quick poke followed by a race to an
orgasm. Butch helped him slow down and Julian discovered some new
sensations. He had a short fuse, but he was able to hold back and was able
to screw me for almost fifteen minutes. When he finally shot off it felt
like a fire hose in my ass. Julian tried to pull out, but Rudolph held him
in.

Julian's cock became ultra-sensitive after the orgasms. My warm ass was a
good place for the overly tender cock head. When he tried to pull out the
sensations were almost overwhelming. It took him five minutes to pull out.
Every minutes was pleasurable for him. He was exhausted and went to his
room.

He woke in time to have dinner with some of his Uncle's friends at
10:30. He had called the hospital and his uncle was doing better than
expected. They would bring his out of the coma the next morning. He saw me
as I was going up to bed and came over to me. "Is there any chance we could
do that again?" he asked. "It was great."

"Actually, there is a very good chance," I replied. "I am on my way to bed
now." He followed along and I did not object at all.  When we got to my
room, Ronnie's door was open. He heard us walking down the hall and asked
Julian how his Uncle was doing.  It took me four or five seconds to see
that Ronnie was interested in Julian. I was tired and went to my
room. Leaving them talking.

I assumed they would work things out.  The next morning, I saw Julian on
his way to see his Uncle. "I hope I didn't offend you," he said.

"I was tired and needed some sleep," I said. "I thought you would hit it
off with Ronnie."

He leaned close to me and whispered, "I'm not one of those guys who dreams
of fucking around with Santa.  After last night, I may start dreaming about
him. He's good!"

I smiled. "He is friendly." Julian left for the hospital.  This day there
was a matinee and the regular night performance. Everyone was gone by
one. We had only to send food to the theater to keep them going between
performances.  Christmas Eve was the next day. It was only the matinee, but
there were special events in hospitals in the evening. Christmas day was
off.

Julian returned at 1:00. Butch and Rudolph were off until 10:00 that
night. Butch asked if we would like to drop by their house that
afternoon. "We are having a few friends over," he said. "Most of our
friends are off to see family and friends tomorrow, or are cooking dinner
for their families. This is to give some pals a chance to drain their balls
before two or three days of wholesomeness." Butch gave me the address and
said the party started at 3:00.

"Are you interested?" I asked Julian.

"Would you think I am an out of control cum-hound if I said yes?" he
asked. I smiled. We went to the party.

Butch lived in an old 18th century house that one of the architects of
Williamsburg had restored and expanded.  The main rooms were period but
there was a large kitchen and family room to the rear. The site was sloped
so there was a big exercise room below.

Most of their friends were older men, but all were in good shape. There
were either masseurs or former jocks. Several were coaches. Butch was a
good coach, and many of his team members followed his example. All of the
men were naked, or more correctly nude. They had good bodies and did not
mind showing off.

I was one of the younger men there, Julian was the youngest man at the
party and he made friends easily.  A big older man came over to me and
introduced himself as Pete. He was a well- tanned Santa type. There were no
tan lines.

"You have the required jolly look," I said. He laughed.

"I grow it out for the season. My grandkids love it," he said.  "It's my
great grandkids now. I am off to visit them tomorrow.  They are in
Atlanta. My daughter-in-law had found god in a particularly dreary way. I
will bring the Christmas joy."

"Does he know about your sexual tastes?" I asked.

"I assume she does, but I am a wealthy man. I have helped them out several
times," he explained. "She can be civil. She is one of those people who
think Presbyterians are crazed liberals."  He looked at me.  "You are a
good looking guy. What can I give you for Christmas?"

"Would I insult you if I asked for some Santa cock?" I said as I reached
out and fondled his equipment.

He leaned close to me.  "I haven't fucked a man as young as you in
years. Is that a possibility?  I love to suck and be sucked, so if that
doesn't work out, I have a back-up plan!"

By then his cock was hard and impressive. "I'm pretty open minded," I
said. "Do you bottom too?"

"I don't bottom often, but I would take yours," he said. "I like it
bare. I've been tested."

We went to the exercise room. It had mats and a mattress on the floor and a
sling in the corner. There were tubes of lubricant scattered around. I
dropped to my knees and began sucking. Pete's sex juices began to flow
immediately. That had an instant effect on me.

"Lie down and let me sit on it," I said. "It's nice and thick." I had
thought his cock was short, but that was because it was so thick. It was a
bull-nosed butt plug. I wiggled and squirmed on it and once I was open, we
went to the sling. Pete was an aggressive man and he like to be in control.
He like to have it last too, so it was a long session.

Pete had several friends at the party. "I am willing to share," he
said. "Would that bother you? My friends are good guys." I did not
object. Pete pulled out and an older black man took his place. His cock was
quite a bit longer than Pete's was.

"I'm Wellington, I was a coach for years," he said. "I don't usually fuck a
man before I say hello. I hope you aren't offended."

"It feels good," I said.

"Slings are odd. They are comfortable, but I thought they were scary at
first. You are tied in, spread wide open and defenseless," he said. "It's
pure fucking. The only connection is between your ass and my cock. You are
a good bottom.  It warm and juicy in you, but your sphincter is tight. I
hope it is as good for you as it is for me?"  I nodded. "Did Pete shoot in
you?"

"No, he got close though," I said. Wellington made some corkscrew like
motions with his cock and that was good; I moaned.

"Pete has good control over his orgasms. I would love to have that skill,
but I get carried away," Wellington said. "I usually shoot a huge load. It
is the best lube if you don't the mess.  In this group no one minds sloppy
seconds. To be frank, no one here minds sloppy thirds or fourths." I moaned
again. "I'm getting close, tell me if you want me to pull out!" I smiled at
him. Pete and an incredibly hairy and ugly man were watching.  Wellington
picked up the pace. I felt his hot sperm pumping into my ass.