Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2010 08:28:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bare Santa Bears 3

Bare Santa Bears 3
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that, DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.



I got back to my room by 8:30. Dinner had been good. It was sort of like
those old movies where stranded people bonded and had a good time in spite
of the difficulties. With the massed Santas, the children had a wonderful
time.  The adults had a good time too.

The radar showed no slow up in the snow.  It would end the next morning,
but strong winds were to last for another twelve hours after
that. Christmas was on Tuesday this year so everyone would have a chance to
get home in time, just two days late. The New York State Highway department
estimated the major roads would be passable by Sunday morning.

Most of the Santas had enjoyed the afternoon festivities and had shot off.
The drive to climax was over and men settled down to a more leisurely pace
of sexual activity. I was with Russ, Sidney and Luther. Sidney had been to
these get togethers before and he was serving as a guide, helping us to
find the next morsel on the sexual smorgasbord.

Luther was probably the youngest man here, and he was in much
demand. Sometimes when you want something really badly and you finally get
it, you are disappointed. That didn't seem to be Luther's problem. He was
swimming in a sea of Santas and loving it.

When I stopped to think, I felt confused and almost giddy. I was swimming
on a sea of cocks, and it seemed as if many men were willing to the plunge
into my ass.  I am an accountant. I already have more sex in the last two
days than I had in the previous four years.  I felt as if I should feel
guilty at my behavior, but I couldn't seem to find a guilty bone in my
body. Everyone was so appreciative, enthusiastic and thankful. It didn't
seem right.

I was in a darkened room sucking the cock of an older, overweight Santa. He
was a nice man, but in poor condition.  Much to my surprise I got him off
and he spurted a respectable load in my mouth. When I looked up, he was
crying. No one had sucked him off in years. It was sweet.

Sydney led us to a room with a friend of his named Ned who was resting in a
sling. I had never seen a sling for real and Ned explained it. "It
surprisingly restful and comfortable," he said. "It's easy on my back too."

"It doesn't look that comfortable to me," I said.

Ned laughed. "I guess you've figured out I'm a bottom. I'm wide open and
well lubricated. That eliminates any potential to resist or fight it. It's
also at the perfect level for most cocks to make a direct hit on my
prostate.

"Have you had many takers?" Sidney asked.

"Some fuckers, some talkers," he said. "Are you men interested?  I am more
than willing." Luther steeped up to the plate. Ned moaned as the young
man's cock slid effortlessly into Ned's ass.  Luther liked deep strokes.
He never pulled all the way out; his knob was always on the dark side of
the sphincter.

Ned was vocal and appreciative. "I'm getting close," Luther moaned.

"Don't be shy; I love the seed!" Ned cried.

Luther pull out and I saw a spurt of cum splatter against Ned's hole. He
then slid in deep and shot the rest of the load. I had been behind Luther
playing with is tits. I could feel his heart beating as he filled Ned's
hole.

Much to my surprise when Luther pulled out I slipped in. Luther's freshly
shot man seed was the best lubricant you could wish.  It was lovely. Ned
was tired and somehow he convinced me to take his place. Once I was
strapped in Russ spent some time lubricating my ass. He did what he called
deep lubricating. He lubricated the asshole itself with his fingers, but
then he spurted some lubricant directly in my ass and used his cock to get
it deeper.

By the time he was finished six men were in the room waiting to fuck me.  I
thought this was going to be a nightmare. I had a moment of panic.  The
first Santa in line was Bob, a nice, jolly man of about sixty-five or
seventy. He could not have been nicer. He had a long probe with a mushroom
knob.

"It's been a while since I was in a guy's ass," he said. "And even longer
been with a man as young as you are. Do you mind if I take my time?" I
squeezed my ass in response. "I shot off this afternoon, so this may be
more of an anal massage than fucking. Do you mind?"

We talked as he played. It was very pleasurable. Several men left, but
others came. Apparently, I was on many dance cards. I was new to the group
so I was new meat. I was also younger and thinner than most of the men.
They seemed to like that. Bob pulled out and another man took his place.

"It's nice of you to do this mister," he said. "We don't get handsome men
here often."

"I think you are handsome men," I protested.

"We get cute and distinguished, but that ain't the same as handsome.  No
one thinks I'm a stud muffin," he said. "It ain't the same. On the
television or in the movies everyone is young and often boyish.  The bad
guys are trolls like me."

"I didn't see your cock as you came up," I said. "How big are you?"

He smiled. "Bigger than most. I'm Henry, by the way." He leaned over and
kissed me.  When he did that, the rest of his cock got in.  I was winded.

"I'm Grady," I replied when I got my breath back.  Henry was a lumberjack
type. Bigger than most seemed to mean ten inches, but he was just thick,
not massive.  He liked to bounce me on his organ, winding me each time.

After ten minutes and leaned over me again. "I can shoot in you if you want
it. I shoot a big load so it's kind of messy, you may be drooling cum for
the rest of the night."

"What would you like?"

He smiled and gave me three hard thrusts. I could feel him coming. When he
pulled out, I was indeed dripping his man seed form my hole. "Thank you,"
he said.  I enjoyed it, but didn't want to ruin the sheets with Henry's
sperm leaking from my ass. Sidney came to the rescue. His tongue was in my
ass, licking it up.

A little later, someone brought in a box, so Sidney cock had a turn in my
ass.  He was a treat. He had twice the endowment you might expect of a
little person, and rock hard.  His cock was the perfect length for prostate
stimulation and Henry's man seed was the perfect lubricant.  Sidney liked
long, leisurely fucking and that was fine for me.

The box was unstable. A thin and pale Santa fancier joined us.  He was a
bald, bearded otter. He slipped his cock into the dwarf's ass and then
supported Sidney with his cock as he fucked me.  They had done this before
and were perfectly coordinated.

"I hope your friend doesn't lose his erection," I said.

"Jonathan doesn't lose it; he stays hard until I fuck him later," Sidney
said. "He's a good sport." Sidney shot off shortly. I was tired, got out of
the sling, and went to my room.  It was empty, so I got on the bed and
closed my eyes for a nap. I woke at 5:30 the next morning. My roommates
were snoring with almost symphonic extravagance.  I took a long overdue
piss, and tried to get back to sleep. I soon realized that wasn't going to
happen.

Looking out the window, I couldn't tell if it was still snowing, or if it
was just drifting.  There was snow everywhere in either case. I wanted a
coke so I went to the vending machines at the end of the hall and ran into
Nick and Russ talking at the machine.

"You are an early riser too?" Nick asked.

"Not on purpose. I must have fallen asleep at 10:00," I replied.  "I was
lot more tired than I thought."

""I think excitement can mask the exhaustion," Nick said, "You can be
flying high, and then you crash. This little shindig is a good portion of
my sex for the entire year. I fell asleep too, but I'm horny as shit now.
I was trying to talk Russ into opening his ass for me, but he just had a
prostate operation.  Russ is into cum big time, but he likes it oozing from
a hole, not from the spigot itself."  Nick looked me straight in the eye.

"You took me well yesterday, but that was a quick and dirty poke in the
ass," Nick said, "Are you up to a slow and easy fuck your brains out
session?" I was going to say I needed to get back to sleep, but my cock got
rock hard.

There was a small lounge area associated with the vending machine areas,
Russ brought some comforters from his room and we went at it. Nick had been
a man rammer before. This time he eased his massive organ into my ass.

He pushed his heavily lubricated organ at my hole, and it opened to let him
in.  I wasn't 100% sure I wanted him in me again, but my sphincter seemed
to have different ideas. He played with my sphincter until it was pliable
and offered no resistance. By then I was desperate to get the rest of the
organ in me.  He slowly occupied my ass as inch after inch of his cock slid
in.

Russ fed me his cock as he sucked mine. From that position, he had a
close-up view of my hole and Nick's cock. He was a good cocksucker, and
from the sixty-nine position, he could easily deep throat me. His cock gave
me a running, or more correctly, drooling, commentary on Nick's progress.

The three of us formed a mutual admiration society and our excitement and
pleasure began to build. I think I had been use to pretty young men who
felt admiration was their due. Nick didn't feel that way.  He was pleased I
was willing to accommodate him.

Nick was a good man, but he certainly wasn't your typical gay icon.  He was
bald, beefy and hairy.  He wasn't slim and elegant.  He was unaffected and
had no tendency to put on airs. Nick was both all man and all gay.  I was
sixty-nining with one man as another fucked me, and I felt more intensely
masculine than I had felt in years.  It was as if Nick and Russ were
injecting me with manliness.

We shared each other. It kept on getting better.  Once Nick was in, he
began to explore my rectum while maintaining pressure on my prostate.
Usually a cock hits the prostate as it goes in my ass. I love it when a
bloated cock head rubs it just the right way.  Nick's cock had a bloated
head, but the heas was four of five inches deeper in my ass. His shaft was
so big; it rubbed the prostate gland every time he moved. There was only
barely enough room in my ass for his cock and my prostate.

Russ watched this as he sucked me.  I could barely talk and breathe; the
sensations were that strong. Russ told Nick when he hit a good spot.  I
guess he knew that from the flow of my pre cum.

Russ was excited when Nick pulled out and then re-entered me. "Grady, you
can't believe how big the knob is; it's huge. Your hole stayed open for a
few second, but now it's closed tightly. Your rosebud is a pretty pucker of
pink. Nick is holding his slit open. It's drooling buckets of pre
cum. Damn, your rosebud is in his slit!" A second later Nick deep dicked
me.

Russ also warned Nick when he thought I was getting close. When he did
this, Nick would pull out and let me cool down. Eventually Russ missed the
signs of an impending orgasm and got a mouthful of my ball
cream. Apparently, my ass contracts as I ejaculate; this sent Nick over the
edge, and where Nick went, Russ was close behind. We had a triple
orgasm. It was lovely.

Avi, my Sikh friend had watched, and he entered my just vacated ass. Avi
believed in a soft landing. After Nick's monster cock, I felt empty. Avi's
cock felt good.  Avi's kindness wasn't entirely altruistic. He had a
spectacular orgasm. Russ had recovered after his orgasm. When Avi pulled
his still spewing cock from my ass, Russ took the remains. Apparently, Russ
wasn't that opposed to taking cream from the spigot, especially if it was
Avi's spigot. Nick came to me and sucked the remains of my orgasm from my
cock.

I felt great. After sex, I often feel uneasy and embarrassed. I feel I have
exposed my raw emotions and my partner knows too much about me.  I didn't
feel that way now. We had shared the experience. As I watched Russ suck up
the remains of Avi' orgasm, I knew only one in a thousand of his friends
would have guessed the distinguished architect would be greedily lapping up
the remains of several orgasms from a Sikh's cock. None of my friends could
visualize me taking a succession of horny Santa cocks up my ass.

The Santa convention was a dream comes true for Jake, Nick and Russ.  My
dreams weren't that good. I never considered attending an orgy, or getting
into a sling. I also never thought I would have sex with old men who looked
like Santa. My life had been grey and ordinary. Now it was joy filled and
exciting.

I returned to my room. Somehow, Luther ended up in our room. He was sitting
on Jake's cock, and twitching in excitement. Sidney was in my bed
sleeping. Our door was open so a man I didn't know came in.  He was
thirty-five or so, blond, muscular and crew cut with a small mustache. He
looked like a Marine.

"Santa has one beautiful hood ornament, doesn't he?" he remarked as he
watched Jake and Luther. I put my arm around his shoulders.  He jumped a
little. I pulled my arm away.

"I'm new to this scene," he whispered to me. "I like what I see, but it's
all new to me. I'm Buzz."  He put his arm around me, and cupped my balls
with the other hand.

"I'm Grady.  I'm new here too."

"What are the rules?" he asked. "I like to get sucked and fuck. I'm a
friend of Robert's he didn't tell me anything other than to have fun. Do I
need to do more?"

"You mean like suck and cock and get fucked?" I asked.

He nodded. He slipped his arm down my back and fingered my ass hole.  "I
take it you do it all. You're lubricated."

"You are handsome and young, so I bet anything you like is fine with these
guys," I said.  "I would guess you are the best gift an older Santa could
have."

"Even fucking?" he asked.

"I'd be shocked if that was a problem," I said. "Let me give you some
advice. The more you do, the better it will be. You can't be a semi-virgin;
you can't be semi pregnant. It's better to jump in with both feet and enjoy
it all, rather than holding back. The more open you are the more you will
enjoy it."

"It's a big jump for me," he said, "a really big jump. These guys are old.
I thought Robert was old."  He paused.  "How did you take the leap?"

"Buzz, you are lucky. I never was in a group scene until Friday.  Normally
you connect with one man at a time and it's a crapshoot.  You have a buffet
set out for you. Find a man who turns you on and then go with the
flow. It's easier with a man you like."

"I don't really want to admit I like men," he said.

I reached over and stroked his rock hard cock. "You're going to have a hard
time convincing me toy are 100% sincere about that," I observed. Buzz
looked me in the eye and smiled.

"The hood ornament is nice," he said as he looked at Luther.  Luther was
doing a Hula dance on Jake's pole.

"Luther is a nice guy," I said. "He won't mind if you go over and lick his
cock. It looks to me he would like the release."

"What if he pops?"

"Well you can pull back and watch it spew; suck it up and spit it out, or
take it all. It's up to you."

"I'd love to fuck him," Buzz said, "I would hate to use him up with a side
show before the main attraction."

"Luther is an energizer bunny when it comes to sex," I said. "Don't worry
about that." Buzz went over to the bed.

"You guys put on a good show. Do you mind if I watch?" he asked.

"Shit no. At my age I'm flattered anyone would want to watch," Jake said.

Buzzed reached out and stroked Luther's rod. He collected some of Luther's
pre cum on his finger and tasted it. "Sweet," he remarked.

"I tried it last night after dinner," Jake said. "It was classic cock
liqueur, sweet and tasty. He makes a lot of it too. Do you want to sample
it?"

"I might."

"You are nice and hard and I see some of your own ball liqueur oozing from
your slit," Jake said. "Why don't you straddle my face so I can sample your
juices. You can check out Luther up close and personal?"

Buzz accepted the invitation. Jake was no virgin and his sucking skills
were first rate. Once Buzz's cock was in Jake's mouth and his face was a
few inches from Luther's pre-cum coated cock, nature took its course.

I had a scientist friend who claimed cocks have magnetic properties. Some,
like Jake's, exerted their attraction across a crowded room on an enchanted
evening. When a cock is a few inches from your mouth, the magnetic draw is
overwhelming. Luther's cock worked its magic.

Buzz licked the underside of Luther's knob where it joins the shaft. A big
glob of pre-cum emerged and dripped on Buzz's tongue. So far, so good. Buzz
licked again and this time he got a glob and a spurt of the white, creamy
stuff. It was a spurt, going only an inch into the air, but it was clearly
sperm.  The cream landed on his cock head and rolled down the shaft. I
figured Buzz would pull away.

He pulled his tongue away but didn't move away.  He watched the sperm
trickle down the shaft. There was no second spurt.  My scientist friend
also identified a rare phenomenon he called a mini ejaculation. This single
spurt that briefly released the urge to have an orgasm. For those who have
them, it permitted five or ten minutes of play before the massive main
orgasm. My friend was a geologist and he referred to the main orgasm as a
gully washer.

 After a few seconds, Buzz stuck his tongue out again. He licked the cock
head with its sperm coating and then took the entire head into his
mouth. Buzz soon deep throated Luther's organ. He had indeed jumped in with
both feet. After five minutes, Luther cried out and released his full
load. Buzz pulled off.  I guessed he didn't want to take the sperm.

I was wrong about that. I later found out Buzz had been a baseball star in
high school.  He was a catcher. Luther ejaculated long ribbons of
sperm. Buzz caught each ribbon in his mouth and when the ribbons got
shorter, he deep throated Luther's cock again. I saw him swallowing the
steamy man juice.

Jake was swallowing too. Buzz was crazed and had popped. They eventually
pulled apart. Neither Jake nor Buzz wanted to waste any of the man seed, so
it took a while to disentangle.

When Buzz tried to stand, he swayed a little.  I steadied him. He was
dizzy.  "I'm done for the day," he said.

"I wouldn't bet the farm on that," Jake said as he stood and embraced
Buzz. I'm a good judge of men, and I can guarantee you've just begun to hit
your stride."

"I should go," Buzz mumbled.

"Calm down and relax," Jake said. "Most men have a down period after an
orgasm, especially after what you just did; you must be a few pounds
lighter.  You wait twenty or thirty minutes and you will be ready again.
The second and third orgasms take more time. You will have a great time."

"Are you sure?"

"I sure am," Jake replied.

"He's right," Luther added. "Damn, you're a good looking man. I hope I
didn't choke you. I shoot a big load."

"I've never taken a load before.  I'm usually a top," Buzz said.

"Well you started at the top if you took Luther's ball juice," Jake
said. "I will bet there isn't an ass on this floor that wouldn't welcome
your cock." Buzz didn't leave; his day had just begun.