Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 03:44:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bare Santa Bears 4

Bare Santa Bears 4
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.

Breakfast was festive. The snow had indeed tapered off and the winds
weren't as bad as expected. The television said the Governor banned all
non-essential travel so the plows could get their work done, but they
expected to the major highways open by Sunday morning. The turnpike south
to New York City would be open that afternoon.  The Santa's played their
roles for the children and it was a regular, Breakfast with Santa event.

We spent the rest of the morning digging out the parking lot. The younger
men did most of this.  Robert was worried the older Santa's would overexert
them. The snow was still fluffy so it wasn't that bad.

At noon, I got a call from my client.  He was going to Rome for
Christmas. He had e-mailed his records to my office and I could do it
there. He also admitted his actual end of the year due date was January
30. As always, he was willful.  I was pissed when I got off the phone.  At
3:00 in the afternoon, he sent a servant in a 4X4 to my motel with a check
for $30,000.00.  That was the full payment for my services and I felt
better.

At lunch, the Santas put on a very funny and clever Santa Talent Show. It
was good for the stranded children, but had a few nice twists for the
adults.  As the show, ended Robert got a call from a friend in the State
Police.  The highway department announced the Turnpike was open to the
south and east.  A good portion of the stranded drivers left.

Robert didn't charge the stranded drivers for the rooms. This was a good
will gesture and was good marketing move on his part.  He told me he tended
to get some generous thank you gifts a few days later. The staff made out
like bandits. The maids and cooks had worked their asses off, but they had
a very good Christmas because of the tips.

After a quiet and peaceful dinner, the Santa convention went to bed
early. Actually, we went to our rooms early. Sleep came a lot later. By
now, everyone knew each other well.  Several new Santas and several new
Santas fanciers had joined the group this year.  They were part of the
group now. The night before we spent in lust, fornication and fun.  I
thought the old men would have been tired, but this was an annual event.
They men weren't going to waste any time sleeping.  That was more than
enough time for rest when they got home.

I guess you could say I had come to terms with my inner slut. After a day
of rip-roaring sex with men I barely knew, I had taken a decade's worth of
cocks in my ass, as well as the longest, thickest and most massive organs I
had ever encountered. After all of this, I was happy as lark. I still had
an itch in my ass that could only be scratched by another cock.

Sidney told me there was an older Santa at the end of the hall who was into
assholes. "Larry can't get it up anymore, but he likes holes, really clean
holes," he said. "Drop by and he'll clean you out. Tonight here is a
blowout party."  I went to his room. He had posted a sign on the door. It
read, "Clean as a Whistle Cleaning Service."  I knocked on the door and a
cheerful man had seen but not played with opened it.

"Come on in, there is room," he said in a Southern accent.

"Grady, it's good to see you here," a voice said. In the dim light of the
room, I saw the two Tyrones.

"I thought you men mostly topped?" I said.

"I entertain on the back porch for special occasions," the black Tyrone
said. "I do like things really neat, and Larry takes care of that."

"I appreciate your vote of confidence," Larry said. "It is a pleasure for
me. Tyrone was the first black man it did my special, clean, wax, buff and
polish job. He has a beautiful hole."

"What about mine?" the Irish Tyrone asked in a mock peevish voice.

"Once you've gone black, you never come back," Tyrone said.

"Yours is lovely too," Larry replied to the Irish Tyrone. He went about his
business as we chatted. I've never been to a group enema, but everyone was
so relaxed it wasn't a problem.

"How did you get into this?" Black Tyrone asked Larry.

"In my youth I was a top and had a taste for licking up sperm for the
asshole after I shot off," Larry explained. "When I say I liked it, I
understate the case, I loved it. My real love is semen and I like that
unadulterated and without any additive."

"I am more of a cock man," I said. Larry rubbed my prostate with his nimble
fingers. I moaned.

Nick planned a beauty contest for the evening. There was a function room at
the end of the hall associated with the Bridal suite. It was intended as a
place for the bride's maids to dress, or for a small party. Three sides of
the room were decorated in floor to ceiling mirrors. This was for the
Bride's maids, but if you liked to get naked, you were as naked as you
could be here. If there were twenty men in the room, the mirrors multiplied
the men and their cocks to eighty or a hundred.



Buzz disappeared during the day, but returned that evening with a friend,
Norman. Robert brought three new friends too, the head Chef, Lorenzo and
some other men I think were part of the cooking staff.

I found out Buzz had been a Navy Seal and was now a Game Warden.  I assumed
Norman was a Warden too.  He looked like a lumberjack. Norman was beefy and
hairy.  His chestnut colored beard would be Santa like when it turned
white. He had large pink nipples and a matching oversized, pink cock head
that stood out against his furry body. His eyes, fingernails and tongue
weren't hairy, but that was about it.  At first was uncomfortable being
naked, but soon he realized he was among friends and like spirits.

Lorenzo, the chef, was hairy too, but clean-shaven.  He was uncut and his
knob was covered in extra long foreskin. The men with him were similar
looking, but younger.  They were a nephew and a cousin. All the new men
were nervous, but there is something about 30 men with semi erect cocks
that encourages you to make friends. Norman and Lorenzo were borderline
circus freak in their hairy pelts. Usually, that caused negative comments;
here the Santa admired a hirsute man.

The beauty pageant had categories such as the best beard, the best belly
and the best twinkle in the eye. Those were the official categories. The
open bar seemed to encourage a broader range a categories. I was a judge in
the softest mouth contest.  I stood on a box and had men suck me. Bob was
the hands down winner. There was a contest to select a man with the
shortest fuse.  An older Santa named Bill won that when he shot off the
second Luther's tongue touched his cock.

Nick got everyone's attention and then suggested new activities. "This has
been a good weekend for me, and I hope it's been good for you. I would hate
to sound superficial, but thirty or so naked Santas are a treat for me. As
always, our non-Santa friends have been accommodating, to put it mildly.  I
have noticed that we are an open minded group, no one would say we are
staid in our ways."

"We aren't the shyest men in the world. I live by myself in a rural area,
so the options for letting my hair down like this are nonexistent. I've
been coming to this event for five years now and I have realized several of
my fantasies. I had a hard time finding men who were willing to take my
cock in the ass. Here, not only have I found them, but I have fond several
who love it."

"If some of you have fantasies you would like to explore, this is the time
to so it. There is a better chance someone here would like to help you with
it," Nick continued. "I know that some of your fantasies are private and
secret.  Well, let's face it. Nothing has been private here, yet. We are
all horny bastards and I don't think any of us would think less of you if
you told us what you wanted.  Are any of you interested in exploring your
fantasies?"

No one said a word for about thirty seconds. Much to my surprise Norman
came forward. "I like it when a man shoots his load in my beard," he
said. "A guy did it once and I loved it when his cock scum dripped from my
beard onto my chest. I was thinking three of four loads would be nice."

"If you will get me off, I'll shoot it anywhere you want," a man
yelled. There was applause.

Lorenzo came forward. He had a large mayonnaise jar with him."My boys and I
have been saving and freezing it. We sort of had a plan for a new way to
prepare scrambles eggs."  The Santa's laughed.  "Well, we gave it a trial
run and Eggs Spermoise was an unmitigated failure. The man spunk was just
as slippery as when we spurted it into the jar. If any of you are into man
spunk big time, come over to see me."

"Is it still frozen?" someone asked.

"It's nicely defrosted and warmed to 98.7 degrees," Lorenzo said. "I don't
think it has much of a shelf life. If you want to check out the
manufacturing equipment here it is, come up here boys."  He waved at his
two companions. "We all have matching bull balls and delivery spigots."
There was laughter.  "By the way, we've been saving up, rather than making
rear deliveries.  We may need some limbering up ceremonies.  My nephew Sal
is kind of new to the scene."


Bob said he liked naked wrestling. "I want my ass and cock lubricated, so
if the urge arises, I'll be ready!" he explained.

A particularly handsome Santa named Earl, stood.  "This may be the wrong
group to ask for this," he said. "I have always wanted to pop a virgin
cherry. I've got a nice one, but my cock won't win an award at the State
Fair. If any of you is interested, I'll take it slow and easy."

The mixture of desires eventually turned into a single, sexual event.  The
handsome Santa found several ass virgins and six men who were willing to
pretend to be virgins. Buzz was first in line, followed by Sal, Lorenzo's
nephew.

Nick and Jake offered to do a demonstration of high impact fucking for the
virgins. They wanted me as the fuckee.  I wasn't positive; it was very
public.  They talked me into it. Nick had recruited several Santa Helpers
to open me up, Irish Tyrone and Avi. I was on my back with my legs spread
so everyone could see. Luther joined me, on his back.  Sal was between us,

	They used Lorenzo's sperm filled mayonnaise jar to lubricate our
asses and their cocks. I didn't expect that to be anywhere as exciting as
it was.  I noticed Earl used sperm from another container to do Sal.  I
later found out that was Lorenzo's home brew. Tyrone was in my ass in a
second and I almost shot off on the first thrust. Luther was close too as
Avi easily popped his cock in his hole.

With white hair and a bushy white beard, Earl had a Santa head on a muscle
builder's body. Earl's organ was big, but not huge. His cock head was
bullet shaped with a flared rim.  Sal's legs were on Earl's shoulders and
Earl pushed them back and apart so Sal was defenseless.  Earl eased into
Sal's ass.  He did some sphincter and cock head play. Sal had a tight grip
on my hand at first, but he relaxed when he realized Earl was taking his
time. His uncle's cream was a perfect lubricant.  He gripped me tightly
when Earl's cock he popped the ring, bur all was swell after that. Sal
moaned as Earl slid the rest of his organ onto his quivering ass.

Tyrone and Avi switched places and Avi fucked me. Neither man intended to
shoot off early.  They want a long session with their cocks buried in
willing asses.  Willing men filled the room. Earl leaned over Sal. "I can
shoot in you any time, but I think your Uncle would like to be the first,"
he said.


"I'd love that," Sal said.  Lorenzo was a few feet away. Earl pulled
out. Lorenzo slipped in. when Lorenzo's pubic hair touched Sal's ass, Sal's
cock exploded in a three-alarm orgasm. Lorenzo was shivering a twitching
too; he shot off. It was a perfectly coordinated double orgasm.  They
cooled down and left.

It was time for Buzz to take Earl's cock. Buzz was a muscleman like Earl.
While the Santas turned on Buzz, he was also turned on my muscles.  Earl
combined both of Buzz's interests.  Intense desire is a good sphincter
relaxer.  Buzz wanted Earl. I'm not sure he would have opened for anyone
else.

 Earl knew Buzz was entering new ground and he took his time. It was easier
than either man expected.  It was easier and better.  They went wild. As
they went wild, Nick took Avi's place and I went wild too. I was very
excited, very relaxed and deeply lubricated.

Nick had the biggest cock I had ever taken, but when his monster knob
touched my hole, I opened wide and he slipped in deep in a single
movement. I took it all and he took all of me. I became a part of him. I
slipped into a sexual trance.  Nick didn't fuck my ass; he fucked my brain.
It was as if I had been created only to please him. My life was incomplete
without his cock in my ass.

I was put on this earth to take his cock and give him pleasure. I had one
fear; that he didn't feel the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. I
desperately hoped he would have an orgasm lasting an hour or two and fill
my entire body with his man seed.

That didn't happen, but I am quite sure I got every drop of his ball
juices.  I'm not sure how long we coupled. When it was over sperm coated me
and his cock was still in my ass.  He was soft, but Nick had more cock soft
than most men had hard. When I got my bearings, I squeezed my ass, and
Nick's cock re-inflated.

Nick pulled out, but Norman appeared out of nowhere and embraced me. Man
seed coated him for head to toe.  He wanted cream in his beard. He now had
a white beard dripping with sperm icicles.  We kissed and I picked up the
man seed. I fell asleep.

I woke as six and took a shower. Luther, Sal and Lorenzo joined me and
helped me get the dried cum off my body and added some new sperm to the
collection in my ass. When Lorenzo pulled out sperm drooled form my ass
down my leg.

I had a plane reservation for ten, so I had to get going.  We had some
heartfelt goodbyes, exchanged addresses, and phone numbers. Florida was an
anti=climax after the Santa convention. Several Santas called me on
Christmas Day.

I discovered the Santa's used the same chat program and I saw many of them
on line regularly. Nick said he was going to spend February in Florida, I
have a small apartment in the back of my house, and he took it for the
month. He arrived with Jake.  They were sharing expenses. Both men were
good about not imposing on my. They were even better about filling my
sexual needs.

They were nice friendly men at the motel in New York. Unlike some people
you meet, they were even nicer the better you have to know them. Luther,
Russ and Norman visited them, and me. Somehow, my apartment to the rear
became a home away from home for the men as well as other Santas from the
Santa Convention.

My life in Florida consisted of work and television at night. I now had
friends.  My sex life changed for quarterly or semi-annual one night stands
to a steady diet of friendly Santas, all willing and playful. My weekend
with Bare Santas Bears turned into a life with Santas.