Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 23:31:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: A Christmas Story Part 1

A Christmas Story Part 1

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for
persons who are offended by alternate life styles.


I was stuck in Lynchburg, Virginia, two days before Christmas with nothing
to do and no where to go.  I am a 60-year-old architect who made the choice
to go with a big firm right out of college because it offered job security
and great job benefits.

One of these benefits was to be downsized at age 55 and set out to pasture
with a ten-year gap between my job, social security and pension. I had been
scrambling picking up work as I could.  My wife decided to downsize me too.
She wanted to find herself, and I was not part of the finding process, so I
was alone.

I had spent four years in the Gulf working on a hotel project, but
returning to the United State was a bigger change that I had expected.  In
Qatar all the expatriates banded together and Christmas was a time of
joviality and good cheer. Much of this was forced, but it did provide some
companionship. In Lynchburg I was working on a big industrial design
project that had to be done in late January. The Persian Gulf was foreign
and exotic. Lynchburg is neither. I felt alone in my furnished apartment,
and even the few people I worked with went out of town to spend the holiday
with family or friends.

I went to the Mall. I figured that was about as close to the Christmas
spirit as I could find.  The mall was as conventional and ordinary a place
as there could be, but I liked seeing the children, and the frazzled
families. The decorations were without any trace of imagination, but were
bright and cheerful and I enjoyed my self.

I ate diner at the food court and tried to find a book at the chain
bookstore. That was difficult.  It had only the most standard fare.  It was
getting late and I had to go to the bathroom so I searched out a men's
room. I found it at the end of a long and narrow corridor. The room was
bright, airy and empty of everything other than plumbing fixtures.

I stood at a urinal and let loose. Lots of guys my age need to go to the
bathroom all the time. I can hold it. That was very useful in the Gulf
where acceptable toilets are few and far between.  When I go, I go and I
relaxed and closed my eyes as I relieved myself. I heard the door open and
someone was at a urinal near me.

I open my eyes and saw a distinguished old man, with an impressive beard
two fixtures away. He had a cock the length of the New Jersey Turnpike. I
don't usually look at men's cocks in public toilets, but he was dressed all
in black and the pink fire hose showed up clearly against his black pants.

The man looked familiar and it seemed as if I recognized him. I didn't
realize it but I was staring at the man.

"Can I help you?" He asked with a slightly irritated voice. I blinked and
realized what I had been doing.

"I'm sorry. I can't place you. You seem familiar." I said.

"Come on now, you've got to be kidding!" He said.

"I know I haven't met you, but you do look like someone I know." I said. I
was very embarrassed by this time, but I was still pissing so I was stuck.
Then it dawned on me. "Oh shit! You're Santa!"  He must have been the man
who played Santa in the enchanted Castle in the central court of the mall.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!" He bellowed in a spectacular deep bass voice.

"You must think I am an idiot!" I said. "I never expected to find you in
the mall men's room." I must have sounded shocked enough to make him
believe me, because his Santa laugh was replaced by a more natural one,
just as deep, but genuinely amused. I finally finished and got my cock back
into my pants and washed my hands. He joined me.

"I'm Gilbert Smith, temporarily the Mall Santa." He said.

"I'm Bob Baskerville, temporary resident of Lynchburg and architect." I
said. We shook hands.  "I'm stranded here."

"Same here." He said. "I usually do the Miracle on 34th Street, or King
Lear, but this has been a slim year for older actors and the local Santa
had a quadruple bypass and I picked up this job for a month."

"Well, you certainly look the part!" I said.

"I'm actually making more money here that I would be doing Lear at many
theaters, so there is an up side to this." He said.

"No lines to remember?"

"Believe me. I've got the lines to Lear down solid too!" He said. "I am
getting tired of "have you been a good boy or girl" though. Tomorrow is my
last day. Three more days in the hotel across the street and I am finished!
Damn. I wish this town had a good bar." I told him that I had been in the
Gulf for years where alcohol was forbidden in public so I got used to
keeping a well-stocked bar in my apartment. He looked interested.

"Why don't you drop by after work and we can have a drink?" I asked.

"I'd love to but I don't have a car here." He said. "I'm a slave to the
mall, motel and House of Pancakes!"

"Well, let me rescue you for a night at least." I said. "I can pick you up
after work." He readily accepted. He returned for his costume and I
wandered through Mall for another hour until closing time. I hadn't
realized how lonely I was until I asked him over. This was the first time I
had ever met a man and asked to my apartment for a drink. He told me to
meet him at the east entrance at 9:00 and he was there promptly.

He wore a hamburg and a dark dress overcoat, carried a small overnight bag
and turned out to be an interesting and affable man. He had been everywhere
and done everything, but was not overbearing and was interested in hearing
my own experiences. I got to my small apartment in about ten minutes and we
were clearly going to be friends.

"Don't be shocked when you get inside." I warned him. "This is one of those
old steam heated apartments. It's always an oven inside."

"Don't worry." He said. "It will just remind me of New York. I had an
apartment there once that could be the reason for global warming." We got
inside and it must have been 85 degrees.  "Furnished apartments make me
feel like home!" He said. "I've been an actor too long!"

He took his coat off, and I realized he was 100 pounds lighter than I had
thought.

"You were padded?" I said.

"Yep. That's why I wear black under the red suit.  It hides the padding."
He said. "I cook, but I play the part!"

"What's your poison?" I asked. He was a scotch man, so I fixed a drink. He
drank it quickly. I also opened a window. I noticed that his turtle neck
shirt was soaked with perspiration.

"You're still hot?" I asked.

"Damn! I'm sorry." He said. "I'm afraid I leave a spot on your chair!"

"It's not that. It's rented!" I said.  "You look uncomfortable. Would you
like a shower?"

"Boy, would I!" He said. "It's not too much of an imposition?"

"Not at all." I said and I showed him to the bath. I had clean towels and
had an extra bathrobe available.  A house guest had left it at my apartment
years ago.

Five minutes later he emerged from my bedroom looking cooler and wrapped in
the robe. It was burgundy and made him look Santa-like again. It also was a
bit small so it exposed his broad hairy chest. He was a good six feet
three, and was barrel chested, with light blue eyes in a pink face, all
framed with white hair.

"You look like the ghost of Christmas Past." I said as I fixed him another
drink.

"I've played that part too." He said. "It was a great success. With a green
robe and ivy in my hair I saved a theatrical company a bucket of money on
make up."

"Do you do Little John?" I asked. He laughed.

"That and the Pirate King and Long John Silver once." He laughed again.
"When I was younger, I could snag a producer with my cock and the casting
room couch. Now it's my beard. Actors need to know what their assets are!"

"Both are spectacular." I said. "Attention getting."  I had never though of
myself as gay, I had several experiences scattered over more than 40 years,
but I was attracted to Gilbert. The robe didn't fit but that didn't explain
why I could see so much of him.  He was proud of his body and didn't mind
me looking at it and admiring him. He was in good shape. A bit heavy, but
solid.

"One's a lot more fun to play with than the other." He said. "Unfortunately
it's hard to make it count on the stage. I do well in Lear because I get to
be near naked and the voyeurs in the audience get a thrill and a good
performance to boot!"  We were on our third drink and Gilbert wasn't
pretending to keep his robe closed. I wasn't pretending not to be
interested.

"You're well-equipped yourself." He said. "Nothing to be embarrassed
about. Nothing at all."

"It's more decorative than useful now." I said. "I haven't used it much
lately. I'm not sure everything is in working order."

"Don't worry about that!" He said laughing. "Friendly old Santa here can
give you a complete exam.  Believe me.  I've got something for every
ailment!" He paused. "Bob, I'd really like some companionship and some fun,
if you'd like it." He said this in a normal tone of voice, not Santa, not
Lear.  It was hard for me to believe that this handsome, vigorous and
impressive man felt that way, but I knew he did. And I knew that I did too.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I said. We did.

I stripped. We hopped in the bed and in two minutes I discovered that what
I had thought of as sex for the previous sixty years was but a pale
imitation of the real thing. I had been eating fast food and suddenly found
myself in a five star restaurant. Gilbert was great, very giving, generous
and skilled.

I didn't know that my cock could feel that much. He swallowed it whole and
it was as if it went to Disneyland. I was almost crying in pleasure. After
a few minutes he came up for breath and I felt I should reciprocate.  I had
tried this once before and hadn't liked it much, but I felt like I had to
do something to show him how much I had enjoyed him.

He possessed the Chrysler building of cocks. It was impressive and I
timidly licked the blunt head.  He moaned and I tasted a sweet liquid
oozing from his slit. I thought, this is disgusting. A second later I was
trying to deep throat the entire massive tool. I was crazed. I was
overwhelmed by tidal waves of sexual lust. I had never felt so sexual and
driven in my life.

I couldn't get the entire organ in my mouth, but I sure tried hard. Gilbert
was more than appreciative. I came up for breath, he pivoted around and we
sixty-nined. We turned into a single sucking organism. I had never felt so
close to another human being.

I had been a conventional, conservative businessman for most of my adult
life. I tend to be sensible and restrained. I think of my self as daring in
design, but I have rarely stepped out personally. All of my conservatism
must have been sucked out of my body through my cock by Gilbert's vacuum
like mouth.

I wanted his cock. I wanted to suck all his cum from his balls and drain
him dry. I wanted to light hundreds of candles and sit in a hot tub with
him like those odd images so popular on the television. I wanted to take
long walks on the beach and sit by a roaring fire in a snow bound
chalet. But I only wanted to do this if I could keep his cock in my mouth.

I began to shoot off. Gilbert didn't pull away as I had expected. He
remained sucking. I almost passed out the feeling was so intense as his
tongue licked my cock head while I ejaculated. I hardly noticed my mouth
filling with his cream as he unloaded. It was disgusting I thought, but
then I hoped it would never stop, that he would ejaculate and spew cum for
the rest of the night.

I then felt drained and we laid next to each other and rested. I was ready
for sleep.  Much to my surprise, my cock wasn't ready. Ten minutes later it
was refilling and getting ready to go again. I rolled over and felt
Gilbert's cock. It bounced to life again at my touch.

"Are you ready for a second round?" He asked.

"I can't believe it, but I am. Damn that was good!" I said.

"You were great. I haven't had this much fun in years." Gilbert said.

"I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed sex this much." I said. "You're a master!"

"I used to be." Gilbert said. "I'm not a virgin, but I've been through a
dry spell. It's great to get back in the swing again."  He paused. "Are you
interested in fucking? I'd love your cock in my ass." I had never done anal
before. I didn't think that I would start that now.

"Sure, I've never done it but I like to try." I said. Apparently my
thinking process and mouth were not coordinated. "Do you mind showing me
the ropes?"

"Not at all. No rope though, I'm not into that." He said laughing.

"I'm not sure I can get hard enough to fuck." I said. "The excitement is
there, but there seems to some weakness in the equipment."

"As I said, Santa has something for every ailment."  Gilbert said, as he
got up and got his overnight bag from the other room.  "In addition to my
Santa accessories, I have some emergency supplies in here. How is your
health? Any heart problems?" He asked in a sudden change of attitude.

"No problems at all." I said. "Complete physical two months ago. No
problems anywhere."

"Well then. Let's take a little pill and see where it takes us." Gilbert
said. He went to the bathroom and filled our glasses with water. "Take
this, lie down and let's see what we can do."