Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 09:19:05 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Bare Santa Bears 2 Bare Santa Bears 2 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. When I woke up the next morning, I was embarrassed I had made a fool of myself the night before. I had never done anything like that. Jake was up and was effusive in his praise. "That was one hell of a night!" he exclaimed. "I thought I had died and gone to heaven. You were great. I hope our welcome wagon wasn't too much for you? It sure was good for us." "You must think I'm a slut," I said. "Shit boy, we were hoping you were a slut!" Jake replied. "You even got Saul out of his shell. He tends to hold back and watch. You were wonderful. I'm going to shower, why don't you join me." My plan to spend the day quietly vanished in to thin air. A few minutes later, I was pumping my seed into Jake's ass. I was much more use to fucking than being fucked, but Jake was different. He liked it. He liked it a lot. Somehow, it seemed to me I had spent my adult life with prima donnas boys who thought whatever I did was just their due. Jake was receptive, enthusiastic and happy. He opened right up for me. I thought he was just old and had lost his muscle tone. Once I was in, he clamped tight and I realized he had buns of steel. I fought him to pull out, then he opened wide to let me in again. My cock loved it. We went to breakfast at the motel's restaurant. It was quite a bit better than the usual motel buffet stuff. That pleased the Santas. They all enjoyed food. There were twenty or so Santa-types there, as well as a scattering of civilians. I was at a table with Jake and Saul. A turbaned Santa named Avi joined us, as did an elf Santa. The elf was a dwarf named Sidney, and he and Avi knew Jake. Avi was a Sikh and had a wild sense humor. Sidney was indeed a jolly old elf. I asked how all these Santas had the time off since this was their busy season. "We aren't department store Santas, we are just men who happened to look like Santa," Sidney explained. "A few of us had Santa suits, but it's just for fun." "It's nice to be somewhere without kids asking to pull my beard and ask if it's real," Jake said. "I am like Saul and Tyrone Washington," Avi said. "You could say we are off brand Santas. Beards are required by the Sikh religion. Mine just turned out to be Santa-like." We had a pleasant conversation. Fort Kent was on the southern edge of the Adirondack Mountains and it was beautiful. I thought I might get in my car and take in some of the winter scenery, but it began to snow as we finished breakfast. It was light snow first, but soon turned into a major snowstorm. The owner-manager came into the dining room and announced the storm was going to be a big one. "I'm Robert Attwood and I am the owner and manager of this motel," he announced. "If anyone absolutely needs to get somewhere they had better leave now. There is a major snowstorm on the way. If you are going to the north or west, you might as well forget it. If you plan to go to the south or east, you might make it. Otherwise you might as well settle in for the weekend," he explained. Several people got up and rushed out. All the Santas stayed. "I know that some of you are sharing rooms due to an error in our reservation system," he continued. "We will be getting motorists who are stranded in the storm shortly. If any of you have an available bed, it would be nice if you shared. We will refund the cost of the room for anyone who does this. Don't worry, we just sent a truck out to get more food for the kitchen and we will sever dinner, normally we close the restaurant after lunch. For any of you who are really worried, the truck drive will stop by a liquor store on the way back!" The Santas applauded. Jake was the unofficial leader of the Santas. He had been coming to the event for years. The Santas occupied scattered rooms throughout the motel. The manager suggested they relocate to the second floor of the west wing. They would fill all the rooms; they tried to get four persons per room during storms. Being stranded in major blizzard is dangerous, and the motel manager wanted to accommodate as many people as possible. The Santas were agreeable. They would have a floor to themselves. It was good for me, since my room was in the west wing. The motel had back-up generators, so it was well equipped for storms. We spent rest of the morning moving. Tyrone Washington and Sidney joined us in my room. Sidney took the settee. He said he didn't need a full sized bed. We were all settled in by one and the storm was getting nastier by the hour. With the weather channel and local television going full blast, we knew all the details about the storm. My room over looked Lake Kent and it was a winter wonderland out there. The other side of the building overlooked the parking lot. It was a zoo. Cars, vans and some trucks all tried to wedge in to the area. On the Santa level, it was all serene and quiet. I was under the impression that I had just happened to room with several gay Santas. That impression was incorrect. The owner- manager had a non-platonic interest in Santa, and our group was made of men who had a similar tastes. There were some non-Santas on our floor, but they also shared the manager's interests. Once we were settled in, the activity began to slowly increase. The doors to the second floor were all locked and opened by the electronic room keys. We were locked off and very private. The motel's heat was going full blast and beefy Santas tend to sweat when it gets above 40 degrees. Most wore as little as they could get away with. The manager told us the maids would deal with the stranded motorists. They would not drop in unexpectedly. Sidney explained to me the etiquette of the room doors. A closed door was private, by invitation only. An open door with the lights on meant drop in and have a chat. A half closed door with dim lighting meant drop in and have some real fun. I had never been to a gay bathhouse or sauna, and have never been to a nudist event either. This was close to being the way I visualized them. There was one major difference. Most of the men here were big, hairy and bearded, and all were both affable and willing. We open the door to our room and hand the lights on. Jake held court. He seemed to know everyone. There were several new Santa's and some new Santa-fanciers. Jake had a way of getting to know men quickly. I think he was a natural leader, friendly and outgoing. Jake, Saul and the two Tyrones were the first to get naked and our visitors like that. Some men were more timid, but Jake could be inspirational. By three in the afternoon, most were nude or nearly nude. This was partially due to personal preference and part due to the motel's heating system. To keep the lower floor warm, the upper floor had to be overheated. I was coming back from talking with Avi, when a young man struck up a conversation he was about 25 and sported a massive, dirty-blond beard and a ponytail. He was pale and hairy in spite of his age. He wore Jockeys. "These seem like a nice bunch of men," he said with a strong accent. I think it was a West Virginia mountain twang. Have you been to one of these events before?" I told him I was there by accident, but had met Jake and enjoyed the company. "Is he as friendly as he seems?" he asked. "My name is Luther, but the way." "I'm Grady," I replied. Sidney came up to us with a friend. We exchanged introductions. The friend was Santa named Freddy. Freddy was naked and half-hard. Luther liked that. Actually, I like that too. Luther was at crotch level and was trying to use his x-ray vision to see through Luther's cotton jockeys. "You are a nice looking kid," he said to Luther, "But you are over dressed!" "To tell you the truth, I've never been naked in a group before. I'm a bit uncomfortable," Luther said. "Well, you are standing in front of my door," Freddy said. "Why don't we adjourn to my room where you can get comfortable in private?" He opened the door and we all went in. "Let me be straight with you, I was hoping you liked to suck Santa cock," Freddy said. "I want that too," Luther, said, "It's kind of a fantasy I've had for years. I've dreamed about it." "Well this is your lucky day!" Sidney exclaimed. "Let me warn you about something. We all look like Santa, but we are real men, with real cocks and we shoot real sperm. Freddy likes to top. He will cuddle some, but only after he's been up your ass and giving your prostate a workout you will never forget." As he spoke, Sidney began to take Luther's undershorts off. Luther reached out and stroked Freddy's cock. "This ain't going to be Santa sex; it's going to be man sex." I suspected Luther wasn't very experienced, but he was more than willing to learn. I soon realized he hadn't bottomed much, but having a Santa look-alike's cock seemed to open him up. Luther wasn't pretty like most of my former playmates, but he was all man and all gay. The four of us got along well. Sidney was the best-hung member of our quartet. After a get acquainted round of cock sucking, Luther, who had a long thin cock, slipped it in my ass, as Freddy and Luther took turns fucking him. Luther stayed hard for a half hour. Sid and Freddy traded places several times. Luther got more relaxed with each penetration. Freddy and Sidney shot off, and Luther and I went into the hall to see what was going on. "Do you think Jake would do me?" Luther asked. "That was good, but I really have the hots for Jake." "Jake is a big boy and he likes to top," I said. I felt it was my duty to warn Luther about Jake' monster cock. "I could see that," Luther said. "I've looked at a lot of naked pictures of heavy, older men, and huge cocks aren't typical. That's what was such a turn on about Jake. He's huge." We went to my room. It was empty. We took a shower and watched the snow for a while. It was almost whiteout conditions now. It was hard to tell how much snow there was since it was blowing so hard. Jake came back to shower and brought a friend with him. Nick was a bit shorter, a bit heavier, much hairier and better hung than Jack was. His uncut cock looked like a segment of a fire hose. His had the twinkling blue eyes of the Coca-Cola Santa and huge, untamed beard. "Nick is an old pal of mine," Jake said. "He met Robert, the motel owner six or seven years ago. He is the inspiration for the whole weekend. At first, it was just Nick, me and another man, but it has grown since then. Luther was staring at Nick like a deer caught in headlights. Nick noticed and rearranged his balls and cock to make sure Luther got to see all of his impressive equipment. Nick didn't play hard to get. He sat next to Luther on the edge of the bed. "Have you been naughty or nice?" he asked. Luther looked flustered. I think this was a wet dream coming true for him. Nick cupped Luther's balls in his hand. "Well, the naughty part of you looks really nice to me," he added. "Is that thing real," Luther whispered as he continued to stare at Nick's cock. Nick's organ was firming up. Just then, Robert, the motel owner, came in the room. "Damn Nick, you are a fast worker," he said as he stripped naked. Robert was beefy and hairy, but had a close-cropped white beard and every hairy in place. "We are full up now and I have some spare time," he said. Jake came out of the bathroom, drying off after the shower. Avi the Sikh and the Black Tyrone came in the room form the hall. Both were was naked and looking good. I thought Avi was overweight when I saw him at breakfast. He had a gut. The gut was all muscle; Avi was obviously a weight lifter. Robert looked happy. "It looks like the fucking United Nations," Jake said. Everyone laughed. "I'm going to help this young man realize a fantasy," Nick said. "I'll do you later, Robert." "Not a problem," Robert replied. "It looks to me as if the meat counter is fully stocked with Grade A, USDA inspected prime beef." Jake and Tyrone converged on Robert. Robert dropped to his knees so he could suck both men. Avi came over to me. I was sitting on the bed, so his cock was at mouth height. I did not resist temptation. Avi was soft, but moaned when my lips touched his uncircumcised cock. Nick talked with Luther. "I know I look like the nice grandfatherly type, but I am also what they call a dirty old man, or a horney mother-fucker," he whispered to Luther. I like to fuck and I like to suck. I love a mouth full of man cum, but I really love a tight ass. Given my druthers, I love to deposit my man seed deep where the sun never shines. Are you alright with that?" "Shit yes," Luther replied. Nick talked a hard line, but he was actually a considerate man. He did indeed want to fuck Luther, but he took his time and at no point did Luther object. Avi was a lover, not just a fucker too. Avi was into assholes big time. He liked mine. He could taste the lubricant and asked me who had been in me. I told him Jake, the two Tyrones and Saul the night before and then Luther this afternoon. I was shocked. When stated baldly, I sounded like a slut. "Damn, you it the jackpot!" Avi exclaimed. "I'm following in the footsteps of giants." He held my legs open and tried to get his tongue deeper into my ass. Apparently, my sluttiness added to my attractiveness. Another Santa I hadn't met entered the room. He fed me his cock while Avi attended to my ass. Somehow, that Santa ended up in Luther's ass and Nick in mine. Apparently, Nick thought Luther needed some anal limbering up exercises before he took his own massive member. Jake was nice enough to tell Nick, I had already been broken in. normally I would have been pissed to be taken for granted. Ari had just filled me with his well-lubricated cock. He pulled out unexpectedly. I'm afraid Nick's cock was at my ass before I got a chance to complain. A second or two later he was deep in me, and I was on a tip to the moon. Robert the manager fed me his cock as he took mine. He had been with Jake and was oozing big time. Later I figured out he want an up close and personal view of Nick's cock in action. When he deep throated me, he was only four inches from my ass and Nick's monster cock. Tyrone appeared and shoved his big, black cock into Robert's hole. I watched the monster go deep without effort and tasted Robert's cock reacts to the anal stimulation. I marveled Robert's small hole could stretch to take it. Neither Nick nor Tyrone had a short fuse. Nick later told me he liked a warm, tight hole and the longer it was in the ass; the better it was for him. It was better for me. He didn't seem to have the drive to climax, so it turned into an anal massage. I got more responsive and as he slowly pumped. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, Robert began to twitch and flood my mouth with a pint or two of his man seed. He set off a chain reaction of orgasms. I shot off and my twitching ass pushed Nick over the edge. Tyrone popped. We slowly disentangled ourselves. While we fucked, Luther had taken the other Santa's cock and then Avi's. Well lubricated by their sperm, Luther opened up for Jake. Jake was now slow fucking him and Luther had a look on his face I could only describe as blissful. I was feeling blissful myself. I was on my side watching Luther and Jake. A man I didn't know got behind me and slipped his cock into my ass. "You just relax and watch the festivities," he said. "I love Nick home brewed lubricant. It would be a shame to waste it." His cock was average, but was what Nick later explained to me a prostate tickler. It was lovely. I had always wanted to know a man before I had sex with him. This was the first time since I was a youth, when I had sex first and learned the guy's name later. This was pure sex without emotional attachment. I had thought of the emotional attachment as the diner and the sex as desert. Here at the Lakeview Motel it was all sex, followed by introductions. I knew these were superficial and meaningless relations, but damn, they were good. Not just good, the sex was spectacular, mind bending. The man fucking me from behind was a New York City Architect named Russ Bedowes. He was bald, with a Santa beard and blue eyes. He was chunky, but not fat and his body hair graded from white to black for top to bottom. He introduced himself after he shot off. "I really appreciate you being such a good sport," he said. "It's not every day you get a chance to realize one of your sexual fantasies. I hope you weren't offended." "It was pleasurable for me," I replied. "I'd be glad to help you out with any personal little quirks you might like to explore," Russ added. "I'm an open minded man." "I am afraid the sex here is so far beyond anything I could have fantasized, I can't think of anything," I replied. "It is a hoot, isn't it?" Russ said. He leaned close to me. "The first time I came here I discovered I had a sex organ in my ass. I had been strictly oral. Somehow, Jake got me to open up. I was 57 and found a new sex organ!" It was time for dinner. Robert set up a buffet. There were quite a few children in the Motel and the Santa's were a hit. They played it straight as Santa helpers, and they helped lighten the mood. Nick and several of the Santas formed a caroling group. They had beautiful voices and some of the stranded motorists joined in.