Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:48:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish and the Elves 2

This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.

While Santa met the standards of being a jolly old elf, he was also a
natural leader of men. In some ways he was as far from the traditional
vison of a handsome man as you could be. He wasn't slim. He wasn't
young. He didn't have prefect hair. He was a fuzzy hairball of a man.

Santa was cheerful and happy, full of enthusiasm and full of life. He was
attractive and had a magnetic personality.  You wanted to be near him and
wanted to please him.  You sensed he would give more than he got. It was
easy to see him as a Master Sergeant leading his men. "Let's try this,"
he'd say and everyone would try it.

His cock was of a more reasonable size than mine.  Wrapped in foreskin, it
looked huge, but when he was erect, it consisted of a large mushroom on a
thin shaft. Rudy was the first to sit on Santa's love pole. It was hard
getting the head past Rudy's sphincter, but one it was it, it was pure
prostate pleasure.

Later Santa was on his hands and knees sucking both of the twins as Wally
fucked him. That left me with Doc, Trevor, Rudy and David. We formed a
happy band. I sucked Doc while the other three took turns fucking me.

Getting fucked by the small men was anatomically difficult. It turned out
Santa was into anal big time. I've always been into cocks. Santa loved ass
holes. He got me on my back, then pushed my legs over my chest and had me
hook them with my arms. This pretzel position left my asshole wide open and
easily accessible. It was easy for the dwarfs to fuck me.

I'm not a natural bottom, but I had fun. You could say I'm a social bottom
the way some people are social drinkers. It was more recreational
fucking. Every single one of them fucked me, and several came back for
seconds. It was stimulating, fun and relaxed as the elves' cocks opened me
up.

I had never played the bottom slut before, but I enjoyed it. While I don't
want to sound too much like Mother Theresa, but I enjoyed watching the men
enjoy themselves in my ass. Santa took advantage of my open ass a few times
too.

Most of this was just simply old-fashioned fun, but several times it got
more intense.  Trevor, the bodybuilder, was a handsome man and I am about
as un handsome a guy can get. Trevor wasn't really interested in fucking
me, but a hot ass is a hot ass, and he took his turn.  He had a long, quite
thin cock that unexpectedly hit just the right place in my ass.

>From time to time, I've been accused of letting my cock do my thinking for
me.  That's true some times, but I'm not the only one. Trevor was shocked
to discover, while he had no interest in me, his cock was in love. Where
the brain in your cock leads, your real brain often follows.  Trevor and I
had an incredible hot session. When his cock head rammed my prostate, my
sphincter closed tight, crabbing his cock in a vice like grip.  I not that
muscular, but I have a sphincter of steel. When I grabbed his cock, he
tried to pull out. He got to the point when only his cock head was still in
my ass and reconsidered.  He rammed me again.

For the next ten minutes we discovered there was nothing his cock could do,
or my ass could do that was not entirely satisfactory to both of
us. Pleasure turned into passion.  We were like crazed dogs in heat.

We were also inspirational, and soon everyone was going at it. We came damn
close to having a joint orgasm. All in all it was a very satisfactory
interlude.  Trevor shot off in my ass then rolled on my cum covered body,
like a dog who found a dead fish. I had shot off a good load and several of
the other guys added their seed to the brew. Trevor was coated in the stuff
and he worked the man jiz into my hairy chest.

I went to take a shower with Trevor and Doc. Dried cum is difficult to get
off. Sometimes sex with strangers can be good, and this was one of these
times. It was sex, pure and unadulterated. We were all after fun and
nothing more.

Santa joined us after a few minutes. He hugged me, then we kissed. Doc was
nursing my cock and Trevor was sucking Santa.  I had just shot off, but I
was still excited. "The boys tell me you played the hand puppet earlier
tonight, "Santa said. "I'd like to see that. I've never seen a guy get
fisted before. Who did it?"

"Trevor did, but there are several who'd like to try it," Doc said.

"Are you still a good sport, Catfish?" Santa asked.

"I guess I am," I said.  Trevor had stopped sucking him and was at Santa's
rear. "And You?" I asked.  Santa nodded.  We got out of the shower, dried
off and got on the bed. Apparently Santa and the guys had been talking
while I was in the shower. The small men were looking a Santa and broke
into smiles when they saw Santa smiling.  I hate to think they knew me
better than I did, but they seemed to think I'd be agreeable.

Santa told me if I could do it, he'd try it next.  It's embarrassing to
admit it, but I hadn't focused on the men's arms. I had noticed their legs
and of course as a card-carrying gay man, their cocks, but not their arms.

I was back on the bed with my legs spreadeagled.  As I said, Santa was into
ass holes and he was front row and center giving advice to the small men on
how to get into my ass.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked.

"Yes, but I have seen it in a movie or two," Santa said. "I've talked to
some men who have done it."

"Do they like it?"  Doc asked.

"That's what interests me," Santa said. "They do it, but they seem to be
cagy about what they're feeling. I'd like to know.  You've got a good
hole."  He was fingering my hole and had a tube of lubricant ready. I was
going to complain, but he had a finger on each side of my prostate and was
gently squeezing the tender organ. I could hardly talk. The pleasure was
that intense.  Santa knew his way around an ass.

"Be careful, Wally.  It's really delicate in there," Doc said. I glanced
over and saw Wally lubricating his hand and forearm. "Take your time and
take it easy."

Santa took his fingers out of my hole and Wally came up. His hand was
small.  He started with one finger toying with my hole.  A second and a
third finger followed shortly.

"Relax Catfish, you're with friends," Doc said. Wally was pushing harder
now and I was getting stretched. "Take a sniff!" Santa ordered, he held a
bottle of poppers to my nose. Wally pushed as I inhaled. It hurt when his
hand penetrated the sphincter but it was it wasn't bad.

"Damn, it's into the wrist," Rudy whispered. "Push deeper!"

"Hold up!" Doc ordered. "Are you okay, Catfish?" I nodded.  "Form your hand
into a fist, Wally. Make sure your finger nails are in the fist.  You don't
want to scrape anything."  Doc said. "Move it around in there and see what
happens."

 It didn't take long for Wally to find my prostate.  I moaned. Rudy gave me
another snort of the poppers and Wally pushed deeper.  Eventually, Wally
was into my ass up to his elbow. I've taken some big cocks, but the biggest
cock can't do anything but thrust. Having a clenched hand moving in my ass
was an all new experience. Sexually I think it was the pressure on my
prostate that was most striking.

Wally was careful.  I was both very tense and uneasy and excited. I had no
idea what to do. It was uncomfortable to be without any control. Wally was
in charge.  Doc must have sensed my concern.  "You can relax," he said. "I
know these boys.  You're in good hands. Pull out slowly, Wally. Catfish
needs a rest."

Wally did as Doc said. The stress vanished, as did the excitement.  Santa
got on the bed next to me. He spread his legs wide. "It's my turn now,"
Santa said.  "I'd like to give it a try."

"I'm ready!" the twins said in unison. Everyone laughed. They double teamed
Santa. Doc again gave instructions and made sure Santa was okay. As far as
I could tell, there wasn't a sadistic or masochistic bone in anyone's body.

Santa was more of a bottom than I was.  He really enjoyed the twins. They
alternated penetrations.  Dan and Donald operated as a couple, and when Dan
went into his wrist, the next time Donald would go in two inches
deeper. They stopped at the elbow. Santa was in heaven.

Once in deep, Dan would rotate his fist, massaging the insides of Santa's
ass. It sounds crude when you describe it, but the twins were gentle and
almost delicate in their approach to sex. It was more as if they were
massaging Santa's privates than fist fucking him.  It was almost midnight
by now and I was tired.  I was on the bed watching Santa twitching and the
next thing I knew, it was seven thirty in the morning.

I climbed out of bed and over the sleeping bodies and got to the
bath. After relieving myself, I took a shower. When I got out, Doc was
waiting for me.

"How are you doing?" he asked. "I'm afraid we used and abused you last
night."

"Used, but not abused," I replied. "I've never been too clear on who uses
whom in sex. Maybe when brides were sold to husbands there was a problem.
Sex for me is more of a mutual admiration society.  It's a 50-50
proposition."

"That's a healthy approach to sex," Doc said, "but it wasn't 50-50 last
night."

"I like for it to average out to 50-50."  I said, smiling. "It's not much
fun if you're keeping score all the time."

"I can't tell you how turned on I was while watching Wally arm vanish in
your ass," Doc said. "That you were uneasy about it excited me too."

"Why is that?"

"When you're my size, it's hard to make a fully grown man squirm," Doc
said. "Mostly people laugh at us. The idea of dwarfs having sex is more
comic than sexual."

"Well, no one tried to recruit me for the basketball team when I was a
kid," I said. "When I'm naked, I'm a magnet for size queens, but you can't
walk around town with your cock dragging on the ground all the time. I'm
not a stud magnet."

Doc commented, "I'm a bit of a size queen myself, but your cock isn't an
option.  It's about twice the length and three times the diameter of
anything I've taken."  He paused.  "I was really turned on last night."

I looked at Doc and saw he had tube of lube with him.  I realized what he
wanted. His head was at crotch height. He began kissing my cock.  He didn't
suck it.  He made love to it. He had a mustache and beard that tickled.

"You fucked me two or three times yesterday," I said. "That wasn't enough?"

"You're a polite guy, Catfish," Doc said as he worked his tongue into my
foreskin. "I'd like to ring your chimes, big time."

"What kind of a counselor are you?"

"I'm a psychiatrist," Doc replied. "I work regularly with sexual
dysfunction."

"You think that's my problem?"

"Quiet the opposite," he replied. "You seem like an open book. As far as I
can tell, you're normal."

"Other than having the sex drive of a baboon?"

Doc smiled.  "There is that. You are sexually generous, and you aren't a
predator. Sex comes to you. You're masculine, but you're not driven." Doc
said. "When you've got the right tool, you don't need the attitude." I
shifted my stance a little wider. Doc's hand was at my ass immediately.

"You also don't associate pain with sex and you don't need pain to get
off," Doc continued. "The pain-sex link can be dangerous." David entered
the room and climbed up on the toilet seat, he had a box of ampules. Doc
had worked everything out before. He had pure amyl nitrate waiting for me.

By now doc had his fingers in my ass and was pumping. "I was wondering if
one of your interests as a doctor was sexual anatomy?" I asked.

"You guessed," Doc said. I'm interested in the connection between your sex
organ and your brain.  David, give him a snort.  David broke the ampule in
its cloth sheath and held it to my nose.  I inhaled.  A second later I was
on the way to the moon, and Doc's hand was in my ass.

"Give me one, David," Doc ordered. He sniffed the ampule and went after my
cock. As he sucked it, his arm went in deep. If I had more sense, I'd have
been worried. Poppers can make you overly enthusiastic and that I didn't
need in a man whose are was up my ass.

There wasn't a problem. Doc had it all worked out. He knew where he wanted
to go and what he wanted to do. As far as I could tell, he did it
all. David surprised me when he got on Doc's shoulders. He had a tube of
lube that he used on my cock. David broke open another ampule, took a deep
breath and gave it to me.

Davis then, put his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. Doc
had his arm up may ass, but his other hand held my cock still, so David
could impale himself again. He wiggled his ass as he took my entire
organ. Doc was working my ass as my cock worked Davis's.

"You're going to shoot!" Doc cried.  He was right. My orgasm was so strong,
I half expected to see my cum shooting from David's mouth. I was twitching
and jerking with each ejaculation. With each jerk, I went deeper into
David's ass. Doc pulled out a little, which was good. Too much of a good
thing can be a problem.  David shot off too. I was dizzy for a little
while, but was able to help Davis off my cock. Doc watched, with a big
smile on his face. I saw his cock was rock hard, so I lifted him up onto
the toilet seat, fell to my knees and sucked him. The second my tongue
touched his cock head he blew.

"Ho, Ho, Ho," A jolly old Elf said from the door. "I see you boys found
your presents!" Santa was holding Rudy, supporting him by his arms and his
cock.  The best toys are the simplest ones, and attached to your body.