Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 10:38:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ho! Ho! Ho! 6

Ho! Ho! Ho!  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
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


That afternoon I discovered a lot about friends, sex and friendly sex. That
was true with everyone except Dean. With Dean, it was more than just
friendly. The learning process began the night before with Scotty.  Scotty
wasn't the love of my life, but we had a good time. For Scotty, his cock
wasn't for pissing or for baby making.  It was for fun. He wanted to have
as much fun as possible.

I know there are many for who pleasure are a one-way street. They are
interested in their own pleasure exclusively. Scotty wasn't that type. He
knew the more pleasure he gave, the more pleasure he received. He wasn't
greedy and he didn't keep score. He realized sex was a two way
street. While form time to time you might go north a lot, eventually you
would go in the opposite direction. In the long run, everything would even
out.

 Scott had done one other thing the night before. I was tired and I managed
to relax. Somehow, his cock seemed soothing as he explored my ass. I guess
I hadn't bottomed enough to be comfortable. After the night with him, his
cock slid into my ass effortlessly. I just let him do whatever felt good
and it was good. I had nothing to do but react to his thrusts. It was pure
sensation, without stress, or concern.

As a natural worrier, I was concerned the men at my house might not get
along. It struck me that they were all adults; they could take care of
themselves. I decided to let nature take its course. In some ways that was
contrary to the Choir Directors oath to try to run everything, but I let it
go.

A half hour later I could see all was well.  I didn't need to be arranging
things and directing things. After all, a redneck construction worker was
hardly my dream date, but things worked out well for Scotty and me. I
wouldn't have guessed that Duddy and Donnie would have hit it off. Scotty
connected with Dean and I enjoyed Ralph.

For one night, we all forgot to do attitude or strike poses. We were just a
bunch of ordinary men who got naked and had fun. I knew that some liked the
top and others the bottom. We had a few cum hounds and others who were
uneasy with man cream.  That didn't seem to be a problem.  We were six,
fully equipped men with a taste for fun and experimentation.

In a one on one situation, you can be fucked or be fucked, suck or get
sucked. With six, willing men the options exploded.

As Rusty plowed me, Donnie eased his cock into Rusty's ass. Donnie fed me
his cock and then sucked me. From that position, he was able to watch
Rusty's cock open my ass. Rusty moaned as Donnie's dong rubbed a good place
in his ass.

Eventually I let the sensations take charge and I became
transparent. Everyone knew what I was feeling and enjoying. No one
pretended to be super macho, the emotions and the sperm flowed freely.

Rusty enjoyed watching Duddy fuck Donnie. Rusty tended to give a running
commentary on Donnie's ass as he accommodated Duddy's fuck tool. He noticed
Donnie opening up slightly in anticipation of the next thrust. He noticed
that eventually Donnie's hole remained open after Duddy pulled out.

Rusty moved quickly and worked his cock into the open hole, much to
Donnie's surprise and pleasure. When rusty shot off, Duddy was close enough
to get his tongue into Donnie's ass when Rusty pulled out.

Duddy was in heaven.  He was a geek and thought of himself as an
outsider. He also saw himself as a short ugly man and though that as a
disqualification for achieving sexual enjoyment. He was a full participant
in the afternoon's revelries. He wasn't a second-class citizen and he
wasn't rejected by potential playmates. Not only was he not rejected, his
cock was welcome in the most masculine mouths and asses in the house.

He sucked everyone, and his ass welcomed anyone who wanted to visit. He had
a problem being fucked and didn't associate fucking with pleasure. My house
was filled with friendly, cheerful cocks with good attitude. Granted, cocks
get excited and can be carried away, but Duddy didn't mind that.

Donnie was a massive construction worker, but he possessed a warm,
welcoming ass. Once Duddy's cock popped through Donnie sphincter, Donnie
understood fucking. No one though Donnie was less masculine because Duddy's
member was in his ass. Donnie didn't think Duddy was a poor substitute for
a real man's cock, like Rusty. For the first time Duddy saw sex as a mutual
effort, not one man imposing his will on another.

Donnie moaned as Duddy's cock head rubbed his prostate. Duddy was
overwhelmed with sensation when Donnie tightened his ass' grip on his
cock. They were using each other to create shared pleasure.



The afternoon and early evening were made up of interludes of intense
sexual play separated by relaxing with conversation and, of course,
food. My collection of gift baskets and food was a challenge for the
men. Some of the sex was one on one; the others were group an
experience. We were friends and acquaintances, so there was no
jealousy. More importantly, we all seemed to subscribe to the theory that
all cocks are created equal.

Being naked in a group was a new experience for me.  It had first happened
at Rusty's party a week or two earlier. Being naked in my own home with
five other men was actually a bit shocking. My gentile life with my parents
and especially my later years with my mother clashed with the image of the
naked men in my home.

I was surprised at how comfortable it was. I was at ease and enjoying
it. Somehow, my own home had been off limits for a part of my life, the gay
part. The good son and organist-music director part of me life took place
in my house; the rest was elsewhere.  I suddenly realized all of my life
could take place at my house. I no longer needed to separate the parts into
different locals for different activities.

I also was at ease being slutty and openly sexual. I had looked down on men
who were over sexed. Now I wasn't too sure what oversexed meant. While I
had never been even close to being over sexed, I was willing to try it.

Everywhere I looked, there was a naked man. He was either erect, or soft
and dripping the remains of a recent orgasm. I had the impression that
every mouth was willing to wrap it around my cock. Every man's asshole
showed signs of recent use. I knew any one of them would open for me. I
also knew I would willingly open for them

Scotty and Dean had a good time. I came from an environment where hiding
your feelings was expected and I was uneasy with demonstrating my
emotions. Dean was the same way. He though the other men would make fun of
him if he showed how much he liked it. He told me that when he was a teen
age he had shown hard in a shower room.  The other kids made fun of him for
the next two years. I pointed out that he had nothing to be ashamed of when
he was hard, and most of the boys were half his size and they were probably
jealous. That was true, but it didn't make Dean any more relaxed.

Dean was interested, enthusiastic, relaxed and most willing. Dean also
didn't pretend to be above it all and aloof. I had seen Scotty as a plain
old construction worker who liked sex. Scotty liked sex, and he understood
it. He was always ready, but he had a knack for getting other men to join
in his enthusiasm.

Dean and Duddy seemed liberated.  They had been trapped in their own
personal histories and self-images. They thought they were the consolation
prizes for the men who couldn't get a better catch.  Here they were just
one of the guys. Granted, the guys were all horney and sex crazed, but they
were all man and all gay.

As the night wound down, Donnie took Scotty home and Rusty left for another
party. Duddy said he was tired and fell asleep. Dean and I were the last
men standing. We went to the shower to clean up, and then got in my bed.

"I'm afraid I was a bit too slutty," I said. "I've never had a Christmas
like this one?"

"Well, this was the best Christmas I had since I was eight and got a train
set!" Dean said. "Things went downhill since then. My folks got divorced
and it was never the same. Everyone here was so nice."  He paused. "I think
you were just slutty enough!"

I laughed. "That is a nice way to put it!  Everyone was so willing; I was
carried away."

"Me too," Dean said. "I'm still ready to go. By any chance, do you want to
fuck me?  You don't have to if you don't want to. I know my ass is used."

"Well, my ass flunked the virgin purity test too," I replied. "Who fucked
you?"

Dean looked a bit sheepish. "Everyone did."

"Why don't you sit on my cock and tell me all about it?" I asked. Dean
quickly straddled me and sat on my cock.  There was no resistance what so
ever.  It was an easy entrance. My cock found itself in a warm and juicy
quivering hole. Dean had been half-hard, but as I filled him. It turned
rock hard.

"Damn, I think I can feel some of Rusty's special sauce!" I said.

"Shit you can tell that?" Dean exclaimed.

"Actually I can't. That was just a little joke," I explained. "Did Rusty
seed you?"

Dean smiled. "He plowed and seeded me. I think it may be bumper crop next
harvest," Dean replied. "I was afraid you might be insulted I took so many
cocks."

I smiled. "I was doing the same. I'm not use to getting lucky, and this was
my once in a lifetime day."

"I felt the same way. But I am sure hoping it occurs more than once in my
life," Dean said. "Once a week might be too much, but monthly or quarterly
would be real nice. Are you sure, you don't mind sloppy seconds?
Technically it would be sloppy fourths."

"You certainly are nice and open," I said, "Just think of it as a testament
to your popularity."

"You know, until you popped my cherry, fucking was an ordeal for me," Dean
said. "You were bigger any anyone before. It should have hurt more."

"I try to be careful. Pain doesn't turn me on at all." As I was playing
with his cock as he wiggled on my pole. Dean looked happy. "From this
angle, you are a good looking man," I said.

"You mean with your cock in my ass," Dean asked, he was smiling. "I know I
just a lumpy, clunk o a man."

"Well, I admit my cock had an opinion about you of its own," I
replied. "I'm not so sure it cares what you look like." Dean squeezed his
ass and bounced on my cock. I moaned. "I have a suspicion you haven't
looked in the mirror lately. You aren't a Chippendale, but then again who
is. You are a normal, good-looking man. Maybe you have a few extra pounds,
but a good portion of that may be in your cock. It's a beauty."

"Guys use to make fun of me," he said.

"How many of them had bigger cocks than yours?" I asked.

Dean thought a little while.  "I'm not sure any of them did," he
replied. "I was so unhappy and embarrassed, I didn't notice."

We stopped talking and traded places. It was my time to sit on his cock. I
was both tired and relaxed.  I was just being polite and doing Dean a
favor. The second his oversized knob rubbed my prostate I lost it. His cock
hit the bull's-eye.  I had no expectations and went crazy. It wasn't good;
it was great.

Every movement of Dean's love pole was an unmitigated pleasure. The
afternoon's frolics must have made my ass sensitive to every movement. The
slightest twitch or thrust sent shivers of pleasure through my body. For
the next half hour, I was Dean's plaything. I wanted no more than to react
to his cock.

I didn't know sex could be that good, and had no idea it could last. I
finally collapsed on the bed exhausted.  I essentially passed out. I woke
once during the night. He eased his cock into me again and fucked me back
to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, Dean was sucking me as Duddy pumped his cock in
my ass. I felt like I was attached to a human milking machine. Duddy's slow
thrusts excited me and Dean lapped up the results of the excitement. Duddy
wasn't fucking me as much as he was massaging my prostate. Dean shifted so
I could suck him and he sucked me. We stayed on the edge of an orgasm for
what seemed like hours. I assume it must have been closer to a half hour in
reality.

I was almost asleep again when Dean filled my mouth with his cream. That
was enough to inspire my cock. We must have traded every drop of our man
juices. I was afraid Duddy was left out, but he assured me later he had not
just been playing utility. He had shot off a few times as he pumped my ass.

They had to go since Duddy was due at another party. They were nice enough
to clean up my house. I had the next week off so I had nothing to do.

The next day I called Dean to see if he wanted to come over for dinner.  He
was willing and spent the night. Six months later, he moved in. sometimes
Santa can leave some unexpected things in your stocking.