Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2011 13:32:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ho! Ho! Ho! 3

Ho! Ho! Ho! 3
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 any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


I wasn't sure about Dean.  He was nice enough man, but not my idea of a
dreamboat. He bothered me.  The problem was sex.  It was wonderful. My cock
and ass were made for him. When he swallowed my cock or plugged my hole, I
went to the moon.

It was hard to believe it was that good.  That I wanted his cock and throat
bothered me. I was supposed to be more sophisticated than that. I should
have liked his intellect and been attracted to his entire being, not just
the good parts.  I felt guilty about my attraction to him.

I saw him at the next rehearsal. He looked like a puppy desperate to find a
kind owner, but too realistic to expect it. I went home after my
rehearsal. He had given me his cell phone number and at 10:00, I called
him. The phone was off so I left a message.  At 10:15, he called and I
asked if he might like to come by for a cup of coffee.  He was.

We didn't have any coffee. We just jumped into bed and went at it like dogs
in heat.  I thought our first get together might have been a fluke, but it
wasn't. It was even better this time. Dean never quite relaxed, but he was
into it. I think he was expecting rejection at any moment. We were in the
sixty-nine position when he popped. Again, he flooded my mouth. This time I
began to shoot off too.

Dean told me he wasn't into sperm much, but he sure seemed to make an
exception for me. His ejaculations were a half second off from my own. He
would shoot a volley and then I would squirt one. It couldn't have taken
more than a minute or two, but it seemed like an eternity. My first shot
was deep in his throat, but he pulled back and licked my cock head as I
ejaculated. Once he blocked my slit with his tongue and trapped a few
ejaculations in my cock. He slurped everything up.

We calmed down and chatted, but I got excited again and I eased my cock
into him. He said he wasn't into it much, but that's not the way it felt to
me. He had already lubricated his hole. I didn't fuck him; I just occupied
his ass. I toyed with his sphincter and had the very strong sense that the
tight ring of muscle was kissing my cock head rather than fighting to keep
it out. A few orgasms later Dean had to go home. He had to be at work
early.

The next few days were busy for me. The church did not run itself. Problems
were easy to solve, but weren't solved if you just ignored them. One Vestry
member was to take care of the gifts for the residents of a nearby adult
home. That was easy, but not if you decided to go to Arizona a see your
daughter.  My rehearsals were going along fine. As I was preoccupied with
church administration, I was less obsessed with the choir and they were
doing just fine.

Rod was helpful.  He was use to authority and had a knack of getting people
to do what needed to be done. There were no problems for him, only
opportunities.

Dean called me and asked if I would go out to dinner with him on Friday
night. I begged off. I was too tired. I called him back an hour later and
asked if the invitation was still open. I needed a break. Dean was happy.

He took me to an out of the way Italian Restaurant that had superb food. It
was a real find. We talked and I found out more about him. He was happy in
his work environment, but uneasy in social situations. I concluded it was
due to lack of practice. He didn't get out much. I laughed to myself.  I
didn't get out much either. It is much easier to recognize traits in others
than in yourself.

I mentioned I was going to be decorating my house on Saturday. Dean said he
loved decorating for Christmas and offered to help.  I said fine. The next
morning, Dean called and said a pal had dropped by.  I assumed he was going
to cancel, but he asked if he could help too. That was fine with me.

Dean and his pal, Duddy appeared at ten. Duddy was a small bearded almost
hyperactive man. Dean was big and tended to move slowly. Duddy was computer
programmer for a big firm and he drove a Jag.  I assumed he was a good
computer programmer. They seemed mismatched, but they got along well.

My mother's Christmas decorations were an unmitigated success. My mother
liked unusual decorations, and was fastidious about packing them up
carefully. Duddy was a heavy-duty Antique Road Show man. He liked antiques
and had an encyclopedic mind. He possessed a photographic memory. He
remembered and knew the value of most of my older ornaments. I was
stunned. His specialty was Star Wars action figures, but he kept the Star
Wars talk to a minimum.

I made lunch of hamburgers and Christmas cookies.  I had DVDs of old
Christmas movies, and we shared the same taste in that specialized form of
art. That was a great success. I had a good time. It reminded me of the way
Christmas was when my parents were alive. They were into it and I got into
it.

At 4:00, someone rang the doorbell.  It was Rusty. "I'm sorry to bother
you, but I need a place to sit out the storm," he said. I was shocked. I am
one of those persons who are deeply attached to the weather channel. I had
been so busy with Dean and Duddy, I hadn't looked.

As we decorated, the temperatures had suddenly dropped and the light
drizzle of the morning forecast had turned into freezing rain.  It was a
particularly bad situation. The roads froze in the shady places on the
roads, but it was still raining elsewhere.  There were five or six hundred
accidents throughout Metropolitan D.C. and the beltway was a parking lot
with several thousand cars trapped between icy patches.

Rusty was soaked.  He had stopped to help some stranded motorists and got
wet. I sent him off to the shower to warm up. He was surprised to see Dean
there; he didn't know Duddy. One look at Duddy was enough to know he would
like to know Rusty better.

I went to the kitchen and put a ham in the oven. My mother always cooked
when there was a threat of losing electricity. She liked to have something
warm available. I also turned on the Weather Channel and got up to
date. They were busy explaining cold air layers below high warm air
masses. The unexpected storm had the local channels scrambling. They only
had the second string news people in the studios with some interns.

It was dark outside, so I pulled the drapes and turned on the gas log. With
the Christmas tree and other decorations, the smell of ham cooking and the
fireplace ablaze, my house was a Christmas fantasy.

I put Rusty's clothes in the dryer. He wore my bathrobe. It barely reached
around his massive chest. At first he made an effort to stay decent, but he
soon realized that none of us minded some peek-a-boo. Duddy was entranced,
and Dean was appreciative.

In the old days, my mother would have brought out the eggnog. I went for
Scotch and Bourbon. Our little party became more festive. The television
said a second wave of rain or freezing rain was on the way. The Governor
had issued a state of emergency, so we were set for the night. There was no
way anyone could get home.

Rusty came up to me while I was checking the ham in the kitchen. "I hate to
sound like a slut, but Duddy and I would like to get it on.  What's up with
you and Dean?" he asked. I told him were we exploring the possibilities.

"Can you be a little less cagy?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "

"We've tried everything and it has been good, really good," I replied.

"Would you mind if I got the ball rolling?" he asked. "It's going to be a
long night."

"Not at all, but I don't know how to do it," I said. "Converting from
Christmas Cheer to crazed sex is a stretch for me."

"Leave it to me," Rusty said. Rusty had a way with him. I looked at the ham
and prepared some vegetables and potatoes. When I turned to the living
room, it was empty.  I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. There I
found three naked men. I joined them.

Rusty was relaxed and casual about sex. Dean was usually uptight, but
Rusty's relaxed approach seemed to spread. "Doug, I told the boys I wanted
to have some fun," Rusty said. "I'm not planning to get married, and I
wasn't looking for Mr. Right, but some fun with Mr. Right Now would be
nice."

I laughed. "You certainly have a sophisticated banter!" I said.

"Shit, I'm too old to tip toe around the subject," Rusty continued. "We're
all adults, we all know the score. It was going to be a long, dark and cold
night. Let's warm it up some. I'd love to take some homemade man's brew
tonight, straight from the spigot."

"I don't know if I could do that," Duddy said.

"Duddy you don't need to do that.  Just keep an open mind and let's see
where we end up in a few hours," Rusty said. To emphasize the point Rusty
dropped to his knees and began to suck Duddy's organ. Duddy may have been
unsure, but his cock had other ideas. It was rock hard. Duddy moaned as
Rusty's lips caressed his cock. I had a feeling Duddy would have no problem
accommodation rusty's needs.

I certainly had no problem with Dean. I thought he was holding back some,
but it was just a cold start. Dean had never been with Rusty in a sexual
situation before but Rusty was so into it, it wasn't a problem. Rusty was
very energetic and fast. He liked everything and did everything. He sucked,
fucked, topped and bottomed.

This may sound strange but Rusty seemed to sense what Duddy wanted. It was
strange; I was pretty sure Duddy didn't know what he wanted himself.  He
was a computer geek who probably had improbable fantasies, but not much
experience, sexually or socially. Rusty was all man, no fantasy. He
possessed the cock of your dreams, but it was rock hard and oozing. Duddy's
fantasies faded away as Rusty eased him into one intense sexual event after
another.

Duddy's cock was average, but very hard and curved into a crescent aimed at
his navel. Rusty liked to keep you a bit off balance. He made a surprise
attack on Duddy. He quickly straddled the small man and sat on his curved
organ. Duddy made a quick visit to the moon. Apparently, the curved organ
did a job on Rusty's prostate. Rusty made no effort to hide his pleasure.

We played for an hour or so and then we had dinner. I am not a particularly
good cook, but I had all of my mother's old recipes. If you liked your
mother's home cooking, I was the man who could make it. Dean and Duddy
thought they were in heaven. They loved it. I think they were take-out
pizzas or Chinese food men. A home cooked dinner was a big deal for
them. After dinner we talked.

Duddy commented that life seemed very casual at my house. I told him that
was not the way it was when I was a kid. "My parents were very traditional
in their attitudes," I said. "I think they were more reserved than prudish,
but everyone was properly dressed at all times."

"My folks were of the mean and slightly nasty Southern Baptists sort,"
Rusty said. "Enjoyment and sin were synonyms as far as they were
concerned. It took me a long time to outgrow what they taught me."

"My mom was a really devout Catholic," Dean said. "Dad was a druid who
pretended to be Catholic. Mom was opposed to birth control; dad liked to
fuck. Neither liked children much, but there were seven of us."

"Well they must have done something, they could have had ten or twelve,"
Duddy said.

"I was a big baby. I apparently made a mess out of her plumbing," Dean
said. "She didn't like kids, but she never forgave me. I ruined her chance
to prove she was a good Catholic. Dad was more forgiving."

My folks thought anything related to sex was evil. I had no idea my cock
was anything other than a drain until high school," Rusty said.

"You seem to have figured things out," I remarked.

Rusty smiled. "I have but it took some time and work. I had to integrate my
cock and sex desires into my body.  I think I thought of my genitals as a
freakish graft due to an alien invasion."

"Invasion of the penis snatchers?" Duddy suggested.

"That is pretty close to the situation," Rusty explained.  "The cock was
the devil's organ, forced on man to lead him astray. My folks tried to keep
biology from being taught in school. Reproduction was sin."

"Without reproduction human life would be a bit thin on the landscape,
wouldn't it?" Dean asked.

Rusty laughed. "You have put your finger on the flaw in my folk's approach
to life," he replied. "I figured that out and began working on my own
attitudes. As far as I am concerned, my cock is right up their wit my arms
and legs as important organs. I realized getting hard is what it's
for. That and shooting off.  I also figured if god hadn't wanted us to fuck
ass, he would have put the prostate in a different place!"  Everyone
laughed.

"It's not quite as handy as the cock," Dean said. "But I guess on a cold
night hunting mastodons, you could snuggle up to your buddy and fuck him to
sleep. An orgasm is the best sleeping potion."

"I wish I could talk about sex frankly," Duddy said. "It's embarrassing."



"Are we bothering you?" Rusty asked. "I'm sorry if you are."

"Not at all, it's a real turn on," Duddy replied. "It's my own sex life
that embarrasses me."

"I think everyone is embarrassed by their sex life. Everyone is convinced
everyone else is so much more virtuous than they are. Everyone laughs at
other peoples likes, even if they share the preference or would love to do
it themselves," I said. "They say isn't it awful he's fucking that guy, but
damn I like that piece of meat in my ass!"  There was more laughter.

"Duddy, sitting on you hooked prostate tickler isn't dignified, but damn it
did a job on me. I'm afraid shoving your cock up a guys ass isn't
photogenic, but it's so good who gives a shit?" Rusty asked. "Damn, I love
getting it on hot and heavy!  It ain't pretty, but it sure is good! Cocks
are messy.  They drool; they drip, they ooze and the spurt.  It's all good
in my book. I loved it when Duddy gave my prostate a sperm bath."

"I was hoping you hadn't noticed that," Duddy said.

"I loved it. I could feel you twitching in my ass," Rusty replied. "Why
would you be embarrassed at shooting your load in my ass? We are all me, we
all like sex and the orgasm is the grand finale. I know technically you
were fucking me, but I volunteered! I was using my ass to jerk you off. It
wasn't an accident you came."

"It is so personal," Duddy said.

Damn right, it's personal. That why sex with your pals is so much fun!"

"I don't really know you," Duddy added.

"I think a nice roll in the hay is a good way to get to know another guy,"
Rusty said. "It may not be the Emily Post way of meeting people, but it
works for me. Does it work for you?"

Duddy turned beet red. "It was the best sex I've had in years. It was
beautiful," he admitted. "I had almost forgotten sex was that good."

"Well let's do it again. It is a stormy winter's night. Let's skip watching
America's Favorite God- knows-what and fuck ourselves silly!" Rusty
suggested. As he said that, the lights flickered and then went out. The
only light in the room was the flickering flames of the gas log. I got some
quilts for the bedrooms. We moved the furniture back and we frolicked in
front of the fireplace.

With some wine, the warm room, and the dim light was perfect. Rusty was the
sparkplug. He told us he belied in no fault sex. If it was good, that was
great.  If it wasn't good, it was time to try something else.

"I'm not looking for true love. I want fun and enjoyment," he said. "My
cock is a joy stick, a tool for giving and feeling pleasure.  I have
another toy several inches up my ass.  You're welcome to play with that
too."

"Well my cock is a joystick too," Dean said. "I'm not so sure about the
recreational potential in my ass." I had a different opinion about his ass,
but Dean had some poor experiences with his ass and he was uneasy. I
understood his worry.

"Why don't we all compare notes tomorrow morning?" Rusty asked. Rusty was
enthusiastic but relaxed about sex. The rest of us wanted sex, and had
dreamed about it, but were up tight and almost frightened of it. As the
night progressed, we all lost our inhibitions. I wasn't prone to do
anything wild and crazy, but I lost any ability to hide my feelings.

Rusty got his way. He never forced anything and he didn't talk us into
it. Somehow, we all wanted to do what he wanted. As Dean and Duddy relaxed,
the sex got better. I was better for Rusty, but it was vastly better for
Dean and Duddy.