Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 05:41:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: A Christmas Story Part 3

A Christmas Story Part 3

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. This is the last part of
this story. I am not sure what to do with Bob and Gilbert next. Give me
some ideas if you want to see them again.


Christmas morning was dark and dreary outside. There was heavy fog and
light drizzle and no trace of the sun peaking through the thick over
cast. I was warm and cheerful in my apartment. The radio was playing
seasonal music and I felt great.

Gilbert was feeling good too. We had slept well after the romp with the
twins and he was ready to play again.

"Do you like cum before breakfast?" He asked. "Fresh and straight from the
spigot!" Two days earlier sucking a man's cock before breakfast would have
seemed impossible. Now it seemed like it was the most natural thing in the
world.

I had a chance to savor Gilbert"s cock this morning. He was uncut and I
worked my tongue inside the skin and lubricated his head. His slit was wide
and I tried to force my tongue deeper into his shaft and was rewarded by a
shot of pre cum. I wasn't as driven ths time, but it was just as
passionate. I didn't let him suck me because I didn't want to be
distracted. He had nothing to do but enjoy.

Eventually he climaxed. I wasn't an explosive orgasm. I was more like a
lava flow, the thick cream oozing from his shaft. I could feel the
individual ejaculations but the flow was so plentiful that the cum river
was continuous.

"Bob. I haven't had one like that in years, since Carl died." Gilbert
said. He was still cumming. I can't talk during an orgasm, but Gilbert had
no problem.

"I'm close to being an elderly man, and it's still hard to believe how good
it is." He continued. "I loved it when I was fifteen and playing with my
neighbor. It's better now. I've got fewer hangup and am a lot more
relaxed."

"Who was Carl?" I asked. He had finally stopped shooting and I had my fill.

"I am sorry. I shouldn't drop names without explanation. Carl was my long
term companion as they say in the obituaries. We were together for 25
years. He died in an airplane crash."

"How long ago was this?" I asked.

"Ten years now. It was a real shock. He was a stock broker."

"No one since."

"Well, I'm not exactly a monk, but in reality, no one." Gilbert said. "I
spent five years in England doing Gilbert & Sullivan mostly, and have had a
hard time getting re established. The Santa gig was a spur of the moment
lark. I could make a living doing Lear and Macbeth if I needed to. I've
never understood why anyone would want to retire."

We continued to talk but eventually he then began to suck me. Turn about is
fair play, and he was good. I was wallowing in the feelings when he began
to move a finger toward my asshole. I was going to object, but I lost my
train of thought somehow and didn't get around to it. I had never bottomed,
and never wanted too. I hadn't really occurred to me, although I was glad
that some guys liked the bottom, it didn't make any sense to me.

Eventually he got his finger in my ass. I wasn't bad, but I couldn't figure
what the thrill was supposed to be. All of a sudden I understood. Gilbert
pressed hard on something in there and I took a quick trip to the moon and
back.

I had thought of the prostate as being like the appendix. It was a
problematic organ with minimal usefulness and a tendency for turning bad. I
had thought of men who liked to bottom as trying to imitate the female role
in sex, as part of gender misidentification.  I assumed that it was related
to guys who like to wear panty hose or cross dress.  This didn't bother me,
since I, as a top, was the beneficiary of the bottom's sexual
confusion. The bottom's pleasure derived from playing the female role, I
guessed.

I found out different! I had discovered a new sex organ at age 60!

Gilbert was my Columbus, and a good Columbus at that. My ass was the New
World.

"You like that, don't you?"He asked rhetorically.  "It's nice and firm." He
said as he worked a second finger in. He got a finger on each side of the
prostate and gently squeezed. I was literally speechless. He would go down
on my cock every time he squeezed. He released the pressure and I could
breathe again.

"You feel like you are going to pop, don't you?" I nodded. "Believe
me. You're a long way away from that." He applied pressure again and deep
throated me. He then reduced pressure and licked the pre cum dribbling from
my cock head. "With Carl I could keep this going for ten or fifteen
minutes.  We'll see how long you can take it."  He pressed once more.

"I love the taste of your pre cum." He continued. "Sweet and rich. Cock
honey.  They say is just a lubricant, but it taste is a turn on." He
squeezed another time. I was getting disoriented, by head was swimming with
sensory overload. Sexual feelings had always been generated by my cock, and
I couldn't figure out what was going on. I only knew I liked it. Gilbert
continued pressing licking and talking until I shot off in a mind-bending
orgasm.

He slowly removed his fingers. I was speechless.

"Just relax. You need to cool off slowly." He said. "That was your first
time, wasn't it. I could tell. I liked it too. I could taste your
excitement as you oozed every time I pressed. You were great." Eventually I
recovered and I got out of bed and made breakfast. The phone rang. It was
my daughter who was living in England wishing me a Merry Christmas. She was
concerned that I was alone in a strange place. I told her not to worry. We
had a nice conversation and I returned to breakfast.

The apartment was a comfortable temperature for the first time since I had
been there. I felt the radiator and it was cool. That was odd so I called
the office and got the super. The heat was off and they hoped to have it
working by the end of the day. Christmas is a bad day to get repair work
done.

The phone rang again. It was Randy. The flight had been cancelled and
wouldn't be rescheduled until the next day. I told them to come over and
spend the day with us. They arrived fifteen minutes later.

"We can't thank you enough. Ronnie didn't want to spend the day in a motel,
if it's and inconvenience, just tell us." Randy said. It turned out that
the couple they had stayed with had gone to Danville for the day, and there
was a threat of an ice storm to the north, that made drive to Washington to
catch a plane a bad idea.

"No problem at all." I said. "Unless I was very mistaken, we hit it off
well last night." I said. "You are more than welcome."

"We appreciate it. I never spent Christmas in an airport waiting room."
Ronnie said.

"Have you eaten?" I asked. They cheered up, then said, that they were fine,
there was no need to bother.

" No bother at all, I like to cook." I said, so I set two more places at
the table and cooked more eggs. I like to cook, but I don't like to clean
up after wards. Ronnie and Randy took care of that. They were the prefect
unexpected house guests. Helpful and appreciative. They called home and
talked to their parents. Gilbert made some calls to friends and I got the
turkey stuffed and ready.

I had always cooked Christmas dinner even when I was married. My ex felt
that she was too frazzled to do that. It was nice to smell the cooking bird
and it seemed comfortable to be in a pleasant group. Randy and Ronnie were
about the ages of my daughter, so I realized that the furnished apartment
felt like home for the first time. I relaxed. The turkey was an 18 pounder,
so there was a four-hour gap before the roast beast would be ready. It
would heat the apartment until the furnace was fixed.

I gave Gilbert the book, that was a great success. It was a gossipy
autobiography of a major star, and Gilbert had met many of the people in
it, and gave a sexual low down on each. I had some gifts from my daughter
and Ronnie and Randy gave presents to each other.

"Have you guys recovered from last nights fun and games?" Gilbert asked.

"We sure have!" Ronnie said. "Usually we have a roll in the hay before
breakfast, but we were at the airport."

"Well we did some rolling for you." I said, a bit shocked that I was so
frank.

"You old guys must be hot!" Randy said. "Mom and Dad do it on their wedding
anniversary and that's it"

"There's still some life in us old geezers!" Gilbert said. He sounded like
Gabby Hayes. "We use a walker and a cock splint, but we still get around."

"Actually, Gilbert introduced me to my prostate this morning. An all new
experience for me." I blurted out. All sense of propriety must have
vanished.

"Nothing like a cock in the ass." Ronnie said.

"Fingers, not cock." I corrected him.

"You need to try a cock, man." Randy said. "Gilbert's has a prize
winner. It really was your first time?"

"Yep, and you don't need to tell me Gilbert has a prize winner." I said,
smiling. "I figured that out for my self."

"Thanks for the testimonial!" Gilbert said.

"This must be the holiday for first time experiences. Randy and I have
never made out together with guys before." Ronnie said. "No one had ever
watched us before. It was a real turn on."

"I thought that you guys and Gilbert were .  .  . Acquainted?" I said.

"Lust, meaningful glances, ribald comments but no physical contact."
Gilbert said. "Santa doesn't play with his elves until the gig was over."

"And does Santa still love his elves?" Randy asked.

"I'm not into young guys normally, but you boys are an exception." Gilbert
said. "I've always resisted the old actor and protege arrangement.  It
always suggests that you have two users making use of each other."

"We got our own Momma and Daddy, Gilbert. We don't need another daddy."
Randy said. "That's enough for us. Now playmates! That's another story. I
didn't guess that sex with other men would be that good. I'd always thought
of sex as a family affair."

"You can get arrested for that!" Gilbert said laughing. "I did notice that
you boys seemed to like sex. Did you have any problem with last night?" His
question was serious.

"Ronnie and I are good Baptist boys, but we can't seem to get the guilt
right!" Randy said. "They say we're perverts and going to hell, but we just
seem to enjoy our selves. I'm just not sure that sticking your cock in a
cunt is that much more Christian than sucking cock?"

"I hate to sound tacky, but I wouldn't mind some cock right now!" Randy
said.

"Brotherly cock?" Gilbert asked.

"Friendly cock!" Randy answered.

"That we can provide!" Gilbert said. "Get ready for a sleigh ride!" I was
interested, but worried that after my huge orgasm earlier that morning I
wouldn't be up to it. I whispered this to Gilbert in the kitchen while I
was basting the turkey. He gave me another one of his pills. I didn't have
a problem.

We all got naked and into bed. It was cool in the bedroom but four sex
crazed men were enough to warm things up. We had a slow warm up and then
began sucking. The twins were very accommodating. Gilbert was in the middle
flanked by Randy and me with Ronnie at his cock. He told us to trade places
when he got to close and it was my turn in the middle.

Ronnie came up for air and Randy vanished under the covers.  I had never
been kissed and fondled and sucked at the same time by three men.

"You really haven't been cock fucked?" Ronnie asked. I shook my head. Randy
was fingering my ass by then. "Gilbert! You've been neglecting Bob's
education."

"We just met!" Gilbert said. "And I am afraid I don't have the prefect cock
for a first fuck."

"I bet I do." Ronnie whispered. "We've never topped anther man, but I think
Bob would be perfect." Randy had just made contact with my prostate and I
became willing. Gilbert moaned too. I guessed that Randy had a finger in
his ass too. I was uneasy about it, but so turned on that it was
inevitable. Gilbert had a tube o lubricant in his little bag. It seemed
that both boys wanted to top. Gilbert leaped at the chance.

Gilbert felt that sitting on it was the best way for a first fuck so we got
the twins on the beds and we straddled them. Gilbert and I were facing each
other and I could watch him. He positioned Randy's cock at his ass and sat
back slowly. I did the same on Ronnie.

It hurt. "Get some more lube on it." Gilbert said. "Then ease back until it
pops through the sphincter easily." It too three or four tries, but
eventually the head was in.

"The head's the hard part." Ronnie said. "Don't rush it, we've got time and
it feels great for me. Just take it easy. When you're ready, you'll know."
The space between Gilbert and Randy vanished and both men moaned. I got
excited and sat back. The feeling was good, but every time I moved it was
great.

"Good fit?" Gilbert asked. He was squirming on Randy's love pole.

"Yes sir!" I said. We spent the next hour trying things. I don't think that
we missed any of the possibilities presented by four cocks and four
asses. With the twins you never know, but I think I screwed than both and
they me.  Gilbert didn't but he said he would save that for next Christmas.

During a rest period I basted the turkey and turned on the
television. There was someone on CNN asking for people to call in with
their most unusual ways to celebrate Christmas.

"Hot Damn!" Ronnie said racing to the phone. "If we don't have the most
unusual way to celebrate the season, no one does! Quadruple gang fuck,
followed by a cum pudding!"

The room burst out in laughter. "Hell, if we had three more guys, we could
do something special for the Festival of Lights!" Randy intercepted Ronnie
and the had a mock wrestling match fighting over who would make the call to
CNN.

At dinner Gilbert said grace. Never had the phrases, "thank you for those
who are gathered around this table" meant more to me. Never had a holiday
begun with less hope and ended with more.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays