Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 04:15:15 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: A Christmas Story Part 2 A Christmas Story Part 2 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. We lay in bed talking and relaxing. Gilbert confessed that he wasn't a virgin and told me what he liked to do. Most of that was unknown territory for me. I found myself surprisingly willing to experiment, and, after about tem minutes I also discovered that I had a terrific hard. I was ready for action and my Santa-like friend introduced me to a whole new area of sexual pleasure that I hadn't even guessed existed. I realized that I had never screwed anyone who liked it. Certainly not my former wife. Gilbert told me what to do and how to do it. He also told me what to do to make it better. He wasn't shy about letting me know what was good and what variations might make it better for me. I couldn't imagine anything better that I was feeling right at that moment. Gilbert assured me that there were still unexplored worlds of pleasure to be experienced. It should have been embarrassing for a middle-aged man like me to be so clueless, but Gilbert was a good teacher. He used the lecture and demonstration method. The only problem was that the demonstrations were so good that I went over the edge. We gave up after my third orgasm. I couldn't shoot another squirt of cum. Before we went to sleep, I set the alarm for 6:00 so I could get Gilbert back to his hotel in time for a seven o'clock Breakfast with Santa event. I felt oddly good about that. After a night of truly unbelievable sex, Gilbert had a show to put on. I lived a life of deadlines and obligations, and it was comforting to know he was the same. We talked on the way to the motel. "Do you want to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with me?" I asked "I'd love that, we can go out to dinner?" Gilbert said. "Would you mind if I cooked dinner? I do nothing but eat in restaurants?" I said. "You like to cook?" He asked. "Actually I do. It gives me something to do on weekends. Do you mind?" "Not at all, a home cooked meal sounds great!" He said. "And eating at home leaves more time for sex." I added. He would be done with the Santa gig at 5:00 and I was going to get his stuff from the motel and he would spend the remainder of the holiday with me. "Believe it or not, I was thinking exactly the same thing!" Gilbert said laughing. I dropped him off at the motel across the street from the mall and had the morning to shop for food. I found a good wine store and bought a pot for the turkey, and a set of dishes. The rental plastique service in my apartment offended my architect's sense of aesthetics. I'm not a good cook, but I am a cheerful cook, so I had a good time getting some food ready for the evening and Christmas day itself. Later I went shopping, looking for a present for him. I found a Barnes & Noble and got a nice book and had two cups of coffee while I read it to make sure it was acceptable. I got to the Mall at four. He still had a line. All the children were accompanied by daddies or grandparents. All the mothers must have been in a last minute buying mode. The book store coffee struck so I went to the men's room again. There were two guys using the urinals. I took the urinal in the middle. I looked to the left and saw an impressive show of meat. I glanced to the other side and there was an equally impressive show. Both men had stopped pissing but weren't in a hurry to leave. I thought it was unusual to have so many well-hung men in the room. Then I looked at the men's faces. They too looked similar. Really similar. I did a double take. The two men burst out laughing. "If you'd have looked at our faces first, you'd have caught on sooner!" One said. He had a strong Southern accent, but was amused, not offended. He continued to hold his cock and seemed to be stroking it. I looked to the other side, and the other man was doing the same. They were quite short, with matching beards, cut in an affectedly elegant way. "I'm sorry." I said. "I'm really embarrassed. I hope I didn't offend you?" "Not at all." The other man said. "We got nothing to be embarrassed about." "I can see that!" I said. The door opened and another man entered to room. "Bob!" A booming voice said. "You've met my elves!" It was Gilbert. "You're kidding! Elves?" "Meet Randy and Ronnie. Temporary elves!" He said. "But I see you've already, met! We shook hands. We had all stuffed our cocks back in our pants. "They are great guys. We share the same interests." "This is the guy you told us about?" One of the twins said. "Gilbert said you really hit it off." "We sure did." I said. We left the men's room and talked in the hall. They were from Birmingham, Alabama and had been sent up to fill in. The previous Santa's elves were his grandchildren and had left with him. Randy and Ronnie were heading home on an early flight the next morning. They had no plans for the night, and I took a hint from Gilbert and asked them over for the evening. They accepted readily. They had a rental car so I was going to help Gilbert check out of the motel and I asked them to show up at six-thirty. That was fine for them. "Thank you for doing that." Gilbert said. "We've been together for three weeks and they've been lifesavers. I felt like I was abandoning them. They have a room with an elderly couple so they lead quiet lives. Nice boys." "They seemed nice." I said. "You don't expect those donkey dongs on such small men." "You noticed!" Gilbert said laughing. "They want to become actors. Way too small, but they enjoy what they do." He paused. "I think they could be playful too. Not pushy at all, but willing if the situation is right." I wasn't sure that I wanted to get involved with donkey donged twins. That seemed too much. "I don't know, but I think the situation may very well be right tonight." I said. Again my mouth said the opposite of what I was thinking. By the time I got to the apartment I was looking forward to getting to know the twins better. Turning into a sex maniac at 60 is an adventure. "I had the same feeling, Bob." Gilbert said. " When I walked in the men's room and saw you three there, and I had a feeling." We got his stuff and then got him settled in my apartment. The twins were prompt and appeared on schedule. Gilbert was looking at the local paper. "Would you guys mind if I went to church?" He asked. "It's Christmas, and old habits are hard to break." That was no problem, and when I looked at the paper, I realized that the church round the corner was having a service at seven. This was fine with Gilbert so we all went to the big Episcopal Church's service of Lessons and Carols. It was a candlelight service and was beautifully done. I had the feeling that Ronnie and Randy may have been Baptist and the unforced but spectacular combination of the beautiful building, readings and music wasn't what they had expected. "I ain't like the Sunday School pageant back home. That's for sure." One of the twins said as we left the brief service. I fixed dinner when we got home. I realized that I had overbought since I had more than enough food for four people. It also tasted better that I had expected, so it contributed to the mood of the night. The wine was great and added to the atmosphere. The twins were also helpful, insisting on cleaning up and doing it with great dispatch. I thanked them. "Well. I hate to say it, but there's a close affinity between acting, waiting tables and cleaning up in the kitchen." Randy said. "We still need to have a day job!" We sat around talking. They were exchanging stories of the children and parents they had been dealing with for the last three weeks. "Most of the kids were great. Parents were a different story." Randy said. "Joyless. We got a few born-again freaks too. They tried to make sure I was a good Christian." "I'm not sure you should have told them you were a Druid!" Gilbert said, laughing. "They suspected witchcraft any way. I don't think they knew exactly what a Druid was. They seemed to think it was a branch of Methodism." Randy added. "Joyless bastards! I felt sorry for their kids. " "Anything enjoyable is evil! Santa as the devil in disguise." Gilbert said. "You are better of in the semi pagan worlds of the theater. Everyone is a sinner or can play one convincingly." We were finishing up a third bottle of wine and were feeling mellow. "Gilbert, how did you break into the theater." Ronnie asked. "I could never tell if your story about the casting couch was true or not?" "Me! Untruthful?" Gilbert said in mock horror. "Well, there is an element of theatrical enhancement in the story. A cock is a difficult tool for the actor. They can be helpful, but they are not like breasts. Women can hang them out for all to see and no one thinks its odd. You can see a starlet with 90% of her breasts exposed to view and the papers say she wore a daring dress. I we try that with our cocks and we get arrested!" We laughed. "Oh the trials and tribulations of the horse hung actor wannabe!" I said. "You got it. Randy and I have the meat, but we need the exposure." Ronnie said. "The local gym was the answer for me. It was near the theater district and I made sure I showered regularly. That was aided greatly because the room I had at the time didn't have a full bath. I can stand out in a naked crowd." Gilbert continued. "I was an alternative to the usual sort of Chorus boy dancers. I made into the chorus of South Pacific, the road show, but it was South Pacific. They needed some macho men rather than the usual collection of simpering fags." "That gave you the exposure you needed?" Randy asked. "That it did." Gilbert said. "But as my patron at the time said. Your cock will only get you so far. He assured me that in my case that was only ten inches! There is a great distance between ten inches and Broadway stardom. Too far for me." "How do you boys expect to get to be stars?" I asked. "We had planned to get a role on Gomer Pyle or the Dukes of Hazzard." Ronnie said. "We were 25 by the time we realized that those shows were truly and completely canceled and were never coming back to life. Our apartments have always had complete plumbing facilities and Randy and I have always played with ourselves. No exposure for our assets at all. We're in a predicament, as if playing elves in Lynchburg wasn't a clue to the perceptive." "Mel Gibson started that way didn't he?" I asked. "Not him, I think Harrison Ford was an elf here." Randy said. Everyone was in a good mood. "This is you lucky day!" Gilbert said. With a slight change in the tone of his voice he had transformed himself into a lecherous old man. "I know just the man to help you boys with your careers. If only you would show me your assets." "Oh Mr. Producer man! If only you would." Ronnie said, affecting an innocent boy from the country manner. "We would be ever so grateful. What could we ever do to repay you? We have no possessions in the world but our virtue." He paused. "And honor!" The three men had converted the conversation into a Victorian melodrama with the evil landlord assaulting the virtue of innocent youths. "There is one thing we could give you Mr. Big Time producer!" Randy said, continuing the scene. "My innocent brother and I have been saving ourselves for marriage to a virgin saint, and as a result we have enough cum stored in our balls to repopulate the earth." He changed the tone of his voice. "If you want it baby, you can have it!" By that time we were all but rolling on the floor in laughter. "You boys don't mind sharing your bounty with strangers?" I asked. "We have always trusted in the kindness of gentlemen!" Ronnie and Randy said in unison. "No fair. You guys had rehearsed that!" Gilbert said. "It was too perfect." "Genuine improvisation!" Randy said. "I'm afraid Ronnie and I have been living together for too long. We think alike. But we're not kidding. If you want it, you can have it." I glanced at Gilbert and our eyes met. We both wanted it. "Well, we would be glad to help you out, but only if you let us replenish some of your cock spunk with some of our own. That would be fair." Gilbert said. "Hot damn!" Ronnie said. We wasted no time getting naked and into the bedroom. Ronnie and Randy were perfectly formed men at 2/3rds size. They were thin but muscular and were covered in brown hair that was so even it looked like it had been combed. They both had seven to eight-inch uncut cocks. I'm 5-10 and 200 pounds and have no allusions as to my attractiveness. Bald and with a close-cropped beard I guessed that the boys would share Gilbert's cock. There was room for two. Much to my surprise Ronnie immediately began nursing at my cock, while his brother took care of Gilbert. They had suggested that they played only with each other, but there was no sign of hesitation when he deep throated me. They weren't shy. I wasn't shy either. We were soon sixty nining. Ronnie traded partners with his brother, but they were identical twins. They shared the same techniques. It was lots of fun, but not quite as exciting as it had been with Gilbert the night before. I realized that I didn't feel as if I was going to cum immediately as I did with Gilbert, and that this could extend the play time considerably. We traded a second time and I sucked Gilbert while the brothers sixty nined each other. I am not a voyeur but Gilbert and I stopped to watch them. They were beautiful. They knew every hot spot of each others body and the touched every one of them with their mouth, finger or cock. It was a finely choreographed sexual ballet, with every movement calculated to create sexual pleasure. "You must have done that before?" Gilbert said when they paused for breath. "You boys need to make a movie. You're spectacular!" "I guess you could say that we've been practicing every night since we were 13." Ronnie said. Randy was licking a bead of precum from his bother's cock. I looked at Gilbert's cock and saw a similar bead, so I went down on him. "Always oral?" Gilbert asked. "No, we do it all, but sucking is best since we each get to experience the same thing." Ronnie said. "Besides, our cocks fit our asses perfectly. I like to be stretched wider. I'm a bit of a size queen." With that bit of information Gilbert oozed a bucket full of pre cum. I knew exactly was he was thinking. I glanced over to Ronnie and knew he was thinking the same thing. Randy and I became cheerleaders for Ronnie as he laid back and opened wide. He was willing but Gilbert was worried that the small man couldn't take it. "Don't worry, if it's a problem I'll let you know." Ronnie said. Gilbert poised his cock at the hole and nosed it in. "Look at the fuck tool!"Randy said. "It's beautiful. Is he stretching you wide, brother?" Ronnie moaned and Gilbert slid all the way in. Ronnie gave a sigh of relief. "Damn!" He said. "You've hit some new spots! Prime the pump a few times and let's see how revved up I can get." I wouldn't have guessed he needed much more revving, but he liked it. Randy was beginning to show signs of impatience and soon he traded places with Ronnie. "If you don't mind sloppy seconds, Bob, I'd greatly appreciate some playtime with you." Ronnie said. "Damn I'm still going at full speed!" I helped him out. Again I didn't feel the urge to shoot as I did with Gilbert so it was a relaxing fuck. It felt great and Ronnie didn't mind it at all. I was enjoying it so much that I was surprised when I looked down and saw cum coating his gut and chest. "Damn! You were saving yourself for the virgin saint!" I joked. "That was the build up since seven this morning!" Ronnie said. We showered and cleaned up. When returned to the bedroom, Gilbert and Randy were sleeping on the bed. Randy was coated in cum. "We got to get packed tonight!" He said. So Ronnie woke Randy and they dressed and left with profuse thanks. Gilbert and I and I had nothing to do but sleep and play.