Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2003 09:36:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christmas 2

'Twas the Night before Christmas Part 2

by Bald Hairy Man


This is an adult gay story intended for adult gay men.  If you are offended
by this or are not an adult, gay or a man, DON'T READ IT.  It has lot of
sex between adult men, many of whom are older, hairy, and bearded.  If this
offends you, DON'T READ IT.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com.


Guy explained they had gone out to make deliveries and had hoped to drop by
and see Ralph on the return trip. He had told Sean that Ralph gave the best
blow jobs in the top five counties of New York State and Sean wanted to
experience it himself. They were genuinely trapped in the snow, but they
hadn't exactly come upon the house by accident.

"Ralph didn't know if you were with the program, he'll be relieved," Guy
said. "Are the other guys members of the fraternity?" he asked Chuck.

"100 percent, except for Freddy, he's 200 percent," Chuck answered.

"Is he the small guy?" Guy asked.

"That's him," Chuck said. "He's not my type, but he's a good guy underneath
it all. And, for what it's worth, they say he's the best bottom in
Richmond."

"Make that the best in Virginia!" a lisping voice said. The door was still
ajar and Freddy came in. "I got the blue ribbon at the State Fair for
bottoming. I took care of all those nice farm boys and some of the barnyard
animals. Everything, and I do mean everything, they say about donkey dongs
is true!" Everyone laughed.

"Just taking a gander around this room, I think I can be of service to one
or two of you," Freddy mused. Then he added, under his breath, "or all of
you, singly or in a group."

I think it's time for breakfast," I said. Everyone went to their rooms, got
dressed and then we reassembled in the kitchen. Guy went over to the garage
and saw Ralph. Bruiser and Ralph returned with him. The snow was still
falling at a good pace, but the wind had stopped. It looked like and old
Currier & Ives print outside. The Governor had declared a snow emergency
and forbidden unnecessary travel in the affected area.

By now we all realized everyone in the house was gay and the atmosphere was
much more relaxed than it had been the night before. Breakfast was good and
we all addressed the tree. The tree hadn't looked good the night before. In
the better light of day it looked even worse. There was a stand of pines
visible from the house and Freddy decided to mount an expedition to get
some branches to fill line the gaps.

I went out with Lou, Bruiser and Sean. The men from Virginia weren't used
to deep snow., but I soon realized I wasn't very used to it either. The
trees were no more than 100 yards away, but the wind picked up on the
return trip and fortunately no one was frost bitten. Freddy wired the new
branches into the tree and started decorating

We almost froze our asses off, so we went to my room and turned on the
steam in the shower. The four of us got in the small room and warmed up
quickly. The shower room was designed for two people, but the four of us
fit, with two sitting on a marble bench and two on the floor. You could
turn the shower on if you wanted to cool off. It was an unorthodox approach
to a steam room, but it worked.

Bruiser was a short man, maybe 5-6, but he was so massive you thought of
him as a big man. He was a muscle builder. He had shaved his body at some
time in the recent past and the hair was growing back in an even layer
everywhere except for his unshaven thick pubic bush. His cock was short,
but massive. He was uncut and the cock head was the size of an apricot, but
the shaft was non-existent when his cock was soft.

Lou was abourt six feet tall and well manicured. Sean was about 25-30,
tall, a bit beefy and very blond. He had some hair on his chest, but no one
noticed. We all were looking at his cock. The minute he stepped into the
shower he was hard and he stayed hard the entire time he was in the
room. No one objected at all and while no one else was as hard as he was,
no one was completely soft either.

Sean complimented Bruiser on his body. They discussed their exercise
routines. Lou was a gym rat too, but wasn't into body building. Bruiser
tended to silent, but he was into this subject and had many helpful hints
for Sean, who was a novice. I felt better about Bruiser once I found out he
could carry on a normal conversation.

Ever since Ahmed returned to Saudi Arabia, I hadn't been much interested in
sex. Somehow my episode with Chuck that morning seemed to have turned on
all of my old lusty feelings. Usually a good jerk-off session would satisfy
me for days if not a week. Earlier that morning, I shot off big time into
Chuck's mouth and now I was ready for more. I felt like a 17-year-old in
heat.

If you tape recorded the conversation in the room you would have heard men
talking about exercise and bodybuilding. You would not have heard blood
rushing to cocks. Sean was hard when he walked in the door. Each of us had
a cock which was firming up and rising, responding to the unspoken, but
clearly felt rise in sexual tension in the room.

I was embarrassed at my cock betraying my feelings, until I realized all of
us were in the same boat. Naked men can't hide sexual arousal. I looked at
Bruiser, he was fully erect and dripping precum, unless I was mistaken. His
foreskin was streached tight as his cock head expanded to full size. His
piss slit was exposed and glistened. I relaxed and went with the flow. I
had a good sexual relationship with Ahmed, but had never been sexually
involved with a group of men. It excited me, but I didn't know the rules.

I had guessed Bruiser would end up jumping Sean. Much to my surprise,
Bruiser was after my bod, or at least my cock. Lou, the rather proper
banker was after Sean. Looking back I should have noticed Bruiser liked
older, masculine men; he had no interest in boys or young men. Lou liked
them young and turned out to have a warm spot for helping young men with
their careers.

Bruiser would have been well cast as an Anglo-Saxon Attila the Hun. His
face had been scared by acne long before and some accident in the more
recent past. The surgeon who sewed him back together was a butcher. His
face was crude and barbaric looking. I could easily visualize him raping
and pillaging his way across the Roman Empire.

It turned out Bruiser wanted my cock and he wanted it shoved into his
ass. I hadn't fucked anyone since Ahmed returned to his family. Bruiser was
100% a bottom. Sean wanted to top and Lou was more than willing to
accommodate the younger man. Bruiser sat back on the bench and opened his
ass wide. He raised his legs and put them on my shoulder. His sphincter
resisted my cock for a second or two, then opened wide.

My cock isn't that long, but it is thick. It must have hit the right
spot. Bruiser glowed. He loved it. Somehow, he was a different man when he
had a cock pounding his ass. He seemed to melt and soften as my cock slid
deeper into his ass. I had forgotten how good an ass felt. The soft lining
of his ass tunnel caressed my meat and warmed it as I continued to thrust.

Bruiser's face looked calm and serene, but he was trying to grab my cock
with his ass muscles. He wasn't a passive bottom. His cock twitched every
time he tightened his sphincter. Every time I thrust deep a glob of precum
would ooze from his cock. I felt flattered I could get him to react as he
did.

Bruiser's cock consisted of the huge head, now purple and shiny, and a
thin, curved shaft. The purple head stood out against his pink body. It was
strange to see such a crude man, with such pale and perfect skin. I was
admiring the color combination when my cock gave up the fight and began
pumping my second load of the day into the deepest recesses of Bruiser's
ass. I grabbed his cock and stroked it as I ejaculated. It only took two or
three strokes and he popped.

Some of his cum sprayed into Sean's back. Sean pulled out of Lou's ass with
cum still dripping from his cock. I turned the shower on. We cooled off,
cleaned up all the cum in the room and returned downstairs to the Christmas
tree.

The tree was moving ahead, Freddy had wired on branches and had strung
lights. It actually looked like a tree. I had a piano in the room and Lou
played Christmas carols. It had begun to seem a lot like Christmas.

The weather outside was frightful, but it sure looked good from the windows
of the house. The tree was beautiful. It didn't look at all like my
parents', but it was clever and attractive. I went off to make sandwiches
for lunch. They seemed inadequate after the gourmet dinner the night
before, but everyone liked them. The televison said there were major
electrical outages, but Ralph said we had enough wood. He could get the
wood stove in the kitchen operating in addition to the fireplaces elsewhere
in the house if worse came to worse.

The house was warm. There was a crash outside the house. We ran to the side
window and saw a tree limb had fallen from one of the old Sugar Maples near
the house.

"Shit, it got the electric line to the garage," Ralph said.

"I guess you'll need to bunk in the big house tonight," I said. I looked at
Ralph and saw a twinkle in his eye. He had no problem with that at all. We
cut the water off to the garage, so the pipes wouldn't freeze and he
brought some things over from his room. The house was almost totally cut
off from the outside world, but we were warm and cozy as is the case with
wood fires. The room was getting very warm. Ralph began to take off some of
the multiple layers of clothes he habitually wore. I had never seen hin in
less than a down vest, quilted flannel shit and long johns, usually covered
with a parka.

I knew he was big, but hadn't realized how muscular he was with a barrel
chest and a flat gut. There was a fringe of curly white hair poking out of
tee shirt collar. He had been quiet and reserved in my conversations with
him before. He was much more relaxed now and openly friendly.

He was telling Bruiser he had been in the army for 25 years before he was
kicked out. They had discovered he was gay. He had been a top mechanic on
an Apache. I had gone down in the Gulf war and he was convinced it wouldn't
have happened had he been there. He was royally pissed at the
government. "I served in Viet Nam while that ass wipe we have for a
president was protecting the bars of Texas from the Cong!" Ralph
exclaimed. "If you're gay and volunteer for service, you're kicked out of
the army. If you're a coward, you're made president!"

"What about Clinton?" Lou asked.

"At least he was opposed to the war and made no bones about it." Ralph
said. This started a heated conversation. It was as heated as a
conversation can be when everyone basically agrees. Freddy complained about
the coverage of the victims of 9-11. "This was New York. You know damn well
ten or twenty percent of the victims were gay or lesbian. No one said a
word."

I hadn't thought of it that way, but Freddy had to be right. I had notice
the "born-again" preachers talking about God's Judgement, but it struck me
as odd. Did God hate firemen that much? I don't know much about theology,
but I knew there was a flaw somewhere in that kind of thinking.

Freddy had been flitting around the room decorations and rearranging
things. I hadn't been watching when we were talking. When I looked at it
the room was transformed. Mom and Dad had good stuff, but when Freddy was
done, it looked great.

"It looks wonderful!" I said.  "It does, doesn't it. Normally I'm working
with shit, you know, florist's trinkets and stuff from a craft
store. You've got beautiful things here; it's been fun," he said. "The only
thing we are missing is presents under the Christmas tree."

"Well, I've got one gift that keeps on giving!" Chuck said.

"Is that an offer?" Guy asked."There's something attractive about the idea
of cock for Christmas."

"It sure as shit is!" Chuck said.

"I thought `Cock for Christmas' was a song by Bing Crosby!" Freddy said.

"I think you've confused it with White Christmas," Guy said. Everyone was
rolling in laughter.

"No one likes cock more that I do. . . ," Ralph began to say.

"I think you're wrong about that!" Freddy interrupted. The room erupted in
laughter again.

"No one likes cock more than I do," Ralph reiterated, "and I sure don't
mind contributing my eight inches to the party, but I don't know if any of
you guys are partnered or off limits. I don't like to trespass."

"For eight inches I could become a virgin again!" Freddy cried.

"You'd do that for me?" Ralph said in mock astonishment.

"To tell you the truth, I've re-virgined myself several times."

"What would you do for 12"?" Sean asked. "A sex change operation?"

"I like my own cock way too much for that," Freddy replied. I get to fuck
and I get to be fucked. I like both. I guess you could say I'm open
minded."

"Well, to answer your questions, Ralph, none of the Virginia contingent is
attached," Chuck said. "We're a car pool, not a love nest. I don't know
about the UPS group."

"Well, Guy and I are just pals," Sean said. "I've still got my training
wheels on. Guy's been giving me pointers."

"I'm not so sure you haven't been to Freddy's School of Virginity
Restoration." Guy said.

"Hey, I'm just a fast learner!" Sean cried.

"I'm horny as hell, but how do we get the ball rolling?" Chuck asked.
"Balls rolling!" Freddy added.

"Balls churning?" I suggested.

"Damn, I'd settle for a cock spurting," Chuck said.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Ralph asked. "I may find love someday, but I
doubt it's going to be here. We're all either strangers, or just
acquaintances. To be frank, I like man sex and I don't care how I get
it. Why don't we just draw names from a bowl and see what happens? I think
it might be fun."

"I think a game of musical cock would be better,"Chuck said.

"What about strip Monopoly?" Guy suggested. The conversation degenerated,
but eventually Ralph's suggestion won the day. I don't know if it was the
quality of his approch or his personality. I had thought of Ralph as a
quiet, rather lumpy man. As he stripped off each layer of clothes, he
became more impressive and more of a leader of men.

I was used to being a leader of men in very difficult situations. I
recognized Ralph as a dominant man. He was physically impresive and as you
got to know him you wanted to please him. I could see he would have been a
great military officer. He exuded authority and you both trusted him and
wanted to follow him.

We each put our name on a slip of paper in a bowl. Ralph drew first. He got
himself.

"Hell, I can do that every night!' he exclaimed, then he drew again. He got
Sean. Sean was pleased. Lou drew next and got Bruiser. I was next in line
and got stuck with Freddy. This left Guy with Chuck. There was a lot of
laughing during the drawing, but it was quiet after.

"Hey guys, I think it time to get naked and get it on," Ralph said. We
obeyed.

I'm not sure anyone would have chosen the partner they got in another
situation, but the combinations were more successful than I would have
guessed. Freddy would have been the last man in the room I would have
picked and I suspect he felt the same about me.

Freddy had two good qualities. He liked anyone who had a cock and he was
hung like the Colossus of Rhodes. Freddy didn't attract me at all, until he
got naked. I came to understand Freddy was a nice man, generous,
intelligent and talented. Unfortunately he made Princess Di seem macho.

I'm not sure if his cock was as big as it looked, or if it was the contrast
between his bloated member and his diminutive body. Big cocks, somehow
demand attention. His sure got mine. Freddy was also ready to please and
accommodating. His body was scrawny, heathy and hairless. He had the cock
of a donkey and the balls of a goat. He also had the throat of a boa
constrictor; he must have had a detachable lower jaw.

Freddy deep throated me on his first swallow, then massaged my cock with
his throat. He was good and it was effortless for him. His cock was not
effortless for me, but I was transfixed by it. I could barely get his cock
head in my mouth. His piss slit must have been three-fourths of an inch
wide. I licked it and the precum began to flow.