Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 06:54:32 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Winter Wonderland 5

Winter Wonderland 5

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 discovered you could have few illusions about your sexual nature when you
are in a sling. By definition, you are not looking for true love. You are
not interested in intimacy or meaningful inter personal relationships.

I was naked with my cock on view and my ass was wide open and available for
use. More importantly, I was available for anyone to use. I was not in the
sling because I was fussy or demanding about sexual partners. I should have
been shocked, but I was not.  My prostate liked variety.

The men at the party were an average group. Some were attractive, some were
average and a few were ugly.  Ugly may be too strong a word, but these men
certainly did not have a career as a male model.

Two of the good-looking men were code minimum fuckers. Yes, they possessed
a cock and yes, they shoved it in my ass, but that was it. Several men were
fast. I think they were used to dark alleys where you needed speed if you
were to avoid being caught. They were the exception to the rule. Most of
the men were experienced.

The two ugliest men in the group were top of the line fuckers. They were a
Mutt and Jeff pair. Steve was tall and muscular carpenter, his face was
askew somehow. His pal, Sammy, was short and fat. He was a ditch
digger. They liked to share and switch off. Since Steve's cock was long and
thin and Sammy's meat was thick and fat, thus they varied the
experience. When one got close to shooting off, he would pull off and let
the other take a turn.

Sammy could tell when I was close and he would slow his own thrusts. Once I
was in control again, he would pick up the intensity. Both men asked if I
had enough. "We've never had a guy go this long before," Steve said. "We
understand if we've reached your limit.  We can shoot at any time. We don't
need to shoot in you if that is a problem. Sammy shoots a huge load, if you
like man scuz. I think it's rich and creamy, if you like that sort of
thing."

"What is yours like?" I asked.

"Well, Sammy likes it a lot, but he's not that picky," Steve said. He
slowed his thrusting and bent over me. "I don't know if you are saving your
sperm for someone special, but I love to take it. I take every drop, and
swallow, no mess," he whispered.  I smiled.  He pulled out and Sammy
returned his cock to my stimulated rectum. I sensed he was getting
close. That excited me and by the time Sammy shot off, Steven was sucking
up my semen. I had never had an orgasm while simultaneously being sucked
and fucked before. It was intensely pleasurable for all of us. It was
friendly.  We were just men helping each other out.

They thought I was good looking and they wanted me to have a good
time. They were quality fuckers. They asked if we might get together some
other time, since they lived in the area.  We traded phone numbers.

After that episode, another man replaced me in the sling. I rested a little
and then Rudolf came over to me with two masseur pals, Anton and Greg.
Rudolph was the acknowledged master of the stealth fuck. He had the knack
of easing his cock into you without stress or drama. It seems Anton and
Greg were looking for some advice on technique. They were sexually
experienced, imaginative and interested in new techniques. Masseurs often
had to play their cards close to the chest with new clients.  Rudolf made
it clear that I was open to the possibilities. They could relax and play
freely, without stress.

I had just been in the sling, now I was an anatomical dummy used for a
display of sexual techniques. A small crowd gathered around us. At first, I
was embarrassed, but I soon realized the viewers seemed to think I had won
the lottery.  They did not look at me as a slut who couldn't control is
sexual urges. They thought I was the chosen one. Either they wanted to be
in my place or they were gathering helpful hints on advanced sexual skills.

All of the men at the party had come to terms with their sexual
natures. They liked sex; they were not embarrassed or ashamed. They were
the opposite of the repressed Southern Baptist fag who craved and detested
sex at the same time.

Rudolph asked for a second volunteer so that Anton and Greg could both
experiment. "I would like someone who is fairly new to the scene, or new to
anal sex. Bill is relaxed and at ease.  I would like a man who is a little
nervous. That is typical of a man who is getting a massage for the first
time."

One man came forward, Timmy. He was younger than most of the men at the
party, but was small and thin with a hairy chest and a thick beard.  I
suspected the beard was to hide his age. I later found out he was a pretty
boy without the beard. With the beard, he was as masculine as a small man
could be.

"Are you new to the scene?" Randolph asked.

"I started sucking cock years ago," Timmy said. "I added fucking to my
repertoire when I hit twenty. I have bottomed a few times. That has not
been too successful, but I have a feeling it could be good. I tend to like
men who are a bit rough and ready." He paused.  "I've never taken anyone as
big as you men."

"Does that scare or excite you?" Rudolph asked.

"It scares and excites me," Timmy replied.  The men laughed. They knew
where he was coming from.

"I want you to be very relaxed and calm. I will insert the excitement
later," Rudolph said.  There was some laughter. "My objective as a masseur
is to have my client relaxed and calm. I want to work out all the tension
and anxieties of daily life.  I want to concentrate on his feelings. You
can sense what feels good for him. We all want to give him pleasure. We all
know what gives a man pleasure, but getting to that point is the question."

"When I first meet a client I never know how far he can go. Everyone has
limits. We know everyone enjoy sexual pleasure, sexual release. Some men
had internal limits that hold them back from full sexual release and
satisfaction," Rudolph said. "You want to respect those limits. You want
him to be comfortable. If you take your time those limits will
shift. Sometimes it takes a while, other times it happens quickly."

"What if a guy gets scared and tenses up?" a man asked.

"Go with the flow, don't press the issue," Rudolph said. "They may leave
early if I go too far too soon, but in my experience they come back. You
can't fool Mother Nature; sex urges are part of our makeup." Rudolph's
voice had a relaxing and almost hypnotic tone. After ten minutes of
conversation, I was relaxed. Anton was massaging me. Straddled me to
massage my back. I eventually felt his hard cock at my ass crack.

This did not bother me.  I was mildly pleased I excited him. Anton was a
muscleman and handsome. By the time his cock head penetrated my sphincter,
it seemed as if that was simply meant to be.

"Nice," one of the men watching said. "Let him get deeper." That is exactly
what I was planning to do. I spread my legs to let him go deeper.

Anton liked to make little thrusts combined with a rotating motion. At
first, I thought these were ineffectual movements, but they seemed to have
a cumulative effect. Eventually, I realized his cock was longer than I
thought it was. Each little thrust eased slightly deeper and soon he was
deep in my ass.  The base of his cock must have been thicker that I thought
too. The rotating movements massaged my prostate.

He leaned over and whispered, "You're going to shoot off soon. Don't fight
it; let it flow. Butch and Randolph don't mind a little mess." In the
background, I could hear Randolph talking.

"Always remember you are a masseur," Rudolph said. "Your cock is the
perfect tool for massaging the anus. The sphincter is a muscle. Massage it
tenderly. Lubricate it either with something from a tube, or with your own
sex juices. My cock is a self-lubricating anal probe. That depends on your
anatomy. When your client is ready, ease your member through the sphincter
and into the love tunnel."

"It helps if you remember your cock is an implement to massage the ass, not
a sex organ," Rudolph reiterated.

"When does it turn into a fuck tool?" A man asked. Rudolph laughed.

"I would like to say there is a fixed rule about that, but cocks don't seem
to play it by the rules," Randolph said. "Eventually it will select the
right time. I have emphasized the need to keep your client happy. You can
focus on your client, but you feel pleasure too. Eventually that pleasure
will take control.  I warn my client and tell him I am going to shoot off
and ask if they want me to pull out. Remember you are a guest in another
man's body. Always be polite."

"Is it all in me now?" Timmy asked Rudolph. As Rudolph lectured, he had
both massaged and penetrated Timmy.

"Oh yes!" Randolph answered.

"Is there anything else you can get in me?"

"My cock in in, but my balls are fully loaded. I can drain them in you."

"Shit, I'm shooting," Timmy exclaimed. That caused a chain reaction of
orgasm, by Rudolph and Anton. One of the onlookers shot off too.  His sperm
splattered on my face. That was a nice touch.  Anton pulled out and Greg
took his place in me. He shot off almost immediately.

I went back to the hotel and hour later.  I was both happy and
relaxed. Julian stayed with Buster and Rudolph.

Christmas Eve was more relaxed than the normal days, since there was only
one performance. There was no performance on Christmas day, and we planned
to have a special dinner. We had no other events, since the crew needed to
rest.  Most of the local people were home with families and friends. The
New York contingent stayed at the hotel. A few drove back to the city, but
it was easier to have a Christmas celebration after New Year's Day.

We provided a big, buffet style dinner for the cast and crew who stayed
through the holiday. This included beer and wine, but we knew this was not
a problem. The bears and Lumberjacks preferred eating to drinking and our
kitchen crew knew that.  Elves and dancers tended to eat little and drink
less. You cannot dance and drink. We had been feeding most of them for two
months and the kitchen crew knew what they liked. The head of the park came
by and distributed bonus checks to the staff. The show had been a great
success and attendance was up 30% from the year before.  Sales at the
park's restaurants and shops were up almost 40%.

Ronnie, in his role as Santa had been a total success. The Park wanted our
Santa to be the "real" Santa.  Ronnie had made that possible. Luckily,
Ronnie had the stamina of a bull elephant. The schedule of performances and
personal appearances were grueling, but he never slipped out of character,
never slipped up or showed irritation.

Ronnie told me that years on the stage in a hit show prepared you for
that. "When you are on the stage and the public is paying top dollar to see
you, every performance has to be good. No one cares if you are having a bad
day," he explained. "They expect and deserve your best."

The crew tended to subdivide into groups such as the Lumberjacks, elves,
dancers and stagehands.  This was natural since each group shared common
interests and traits. Ronnie transcended the groups and associated with
all. He was smart, perceptive and very experienced.

The Director was young and imaginative, but new to the job. Ronnie had an
ability to make constructive comments and give advice without being
challenging or offensive. He slipped into the role of being a trusted
advisor to the director, not a rival or a critic. If cast members had a
problem, they would tell it to Ronnie and he would discuss it with the
director. Ronnie was a problem solver, and as far away from being a Diva as
a man could be.

He was also a big, hairy old man with a massive sex drive. In the gay
world, big, hairy and old are not much admired characteristics. Slim,
smooth and young are the style. Ronnie was horse hung and that always is of
interest. Ronnie oozed masculinity. When you combined this with is
affability and intelligence, he attracted some men from all of the groups
and cliques.

Sexually he was an omnivore. He liked it all. He did it all and he would do
it with anyone who wanted it. He was never aggressive, but that may have
been a part of his personality. He never needed to be aggressive; there
were usually volunteers. If he were to walk into a room and announce he
wanted to fuck someone and then asked if anyone was interested, there would
never a shortage of men willing to help.

While few people had seen his cock, that sort of information tends to get
around. After the Christmas Eve dinner and its associated festivities, the
men returned to their rooms for private parties. There may have been a
tendency for single men to become depressed when they were alone and
working on the holiday, but that was not an option here.

No one was alone here, and few seemed to be strictly monogamous. Even if
they were, they seemed to enjoy the scenery. Everyone was friendly and most
were willing to spread the wealth.

I had sent most of the staff home after dinner. I had asked the guests if
they could do without maid service and have a pastries and sandwiches on
Christmas day. They were fine with that. Many had become friendly with the
staff, and they wanted them to have a good Christmas too. As actors, most
of them had been waiters, or cooks at one time or another.  They could
handle things. Having less hotel staff in the building allowed them to be a
bit freer and permitted a more informal dress code.

Ronnie did not need a Santa suit to look like Santa. December had been
cooler than usual, but Christmas Eve was unusually warm. The hotel heating
system could not switch to cooling, so the hotel was warm. Ronnie had a
little Hawaiian theme party in his suite, but it became a naked Christmas
party.

The bear contingent had an impressive collection of Hawaiian shirts. They
combined these with the jock straps and thongs they used when dancing. They
also possessed a wide range of novelty underwear. Some were see through;
others were open fronted. Several men seemed to think that cock rings were
formal wear.

Ronnie was shirtless and wore a kilt. An assortment of dancing bears,
lumberjacks, dwarfs, elves and some of the stagehands came by to exchange
Christmas greetings. Everyone had a peek and most took a lick of Santa's
cheerful cock. After a short while, Ronnie ditched the kilt.

There had been beer and wine at dinner. No one was drunk, but there were
relaxed and uninhibited. Most of the men tended to be uninhibited anyway.

"Boys, I would like to suggest a little party game," Ronnie said. "Some of
us know each other well, others are acquaintances. I propose a
lottery. Everyone who is interested will pick a number. There are two of
each. When we all have picked a number, you would find the man with the
matching number and hook up."

"I was at the party where we did this; it resulted in some odd pairings,
but most were both unexpected and successful," he explained. "Let me tell
you a deep dark secret; most of us share common interests. All you need to
do is connect; there was no other requirements, other than being polite and
asking first. I was wondering if we might give this sexual lottery a
chance.  Are any of you men game?"

It was no surprise that almost everyone was willing.  We were gay and most
had been drinking. Ronnie was the first man to draw a number. "I've got
number 8!" he announced.

"Hot damn!" a voice cried. It was Gene, a five foot-three elf. "As long as
you don't roll over, I'm happy!" Everyone laughed.

My playmate for the night was one of the Lumberjacks they nicknamed
Fred. The nickname came from Fred Flintstone, but Fred was not that well
groomed. His beard was the size of a raccoon. He was hairy, just short of
being a county fair sideshow material. The men claimed he did not shower;
he had to rent a carpet cleaner. The park hired him because he had a
beautiful bass voice. He could reach foghorn depths, but he was still in
tune. Dancing was a problem for him.

I had seen him, but not met him.  Fred was six-feet-seven inches tall and
300 pounds. He did all the dance routines, but it was hard work for a man
of his size. He did little more than perform, eat and sleep. Many of the
bigger men had average equipment. They were so big, average tended to look
small.  Fred's cock looked small.

Fred and I talked briefly and I fondled his cock. It began to grow. I hate
to be superficial, but when it grew, I became interested. When it continued
to grow, I became more interested. He was uncut and when his cock head
popped out of the skin, he was oozing. I started sucking and he oozed more.

I became enthusiastic and he warmed up. I liked beefy, well-hung man. Fred
like them young.  He was old enough for me to be young. He had not been a
participant in any of the sexual entertainments of the last months.  He was
too tired to frolic after rehearsals or performances. He had been saving
up.

"I haven't played with a new guy in a year or so," he said. "Am I too fat
for you?"  I said he was fine. This had been his first gig in three
years. They had loved his voice but told him that had to lose 70-80 pounds
to get the job. He joined health club and lost the weight, before he came
to rehearsals. "This show has been great for me.  I may have another job
lined up in New York, but it has been a hard year. It has been worth it,
but it was still hard."

"If it told you that you look like a borderline muscleman, would you be
pleased?" I asked.

He smiled. "I sure as shit would. The last guy I fucked with told me he
liked the Moby Dick types," Fred said. "I've met some guys like them fat,
but most of the time they are abusive. They were sadists. I am definitely
not a masochist."

"I am pretty vanilla," I said.

"I like vanilla too," Fred said. "As you can guess, I had a big appetite; I
like a lot of vanilla! My balls are so full they hurt." We talked, we
played some and then we went to my suite and we fucked.

I fucked him first. Fred was very accommodating, but he was also pleased
when I accommodated him. I think I may have gained weight that night he
shot so my sperm into my ass so many times.