Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 14:06:02 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Twas the night part 4 "Twas the Night Before Christmas Part 4 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. Anal sex had been a rarity in my life, except with Ahmed. He like the bottom so I fucked him pretty regularly. He fucked me every month or two. This was more out of my sense of fair play than his liking for the top. I had spent so much time massaging his prostate with my cock, I wanted him to have some experience of me. I had no inkling I wanted to be fucked until I chimed in and offered to take Bruiser's meat. I have to admit, once I made the offer, it sure grew on me. Once I thought it over, I really wanted it. Bruiser looked surprised, then very pleased. Bruiser looked around for some lube. Ralph saw the look of need on his face and tossed over a tube of K-Y. He was always prepared; he must have carried it in his parka. I was a little worried Chuck might be offended as he had been sucking Bruiser's cock. That wasn't a problem at all. He transferred his affections to Ralph, reducing the strain on Freddy. Bruiser coated his cock and worked some lube onto my hole. His fingers were thick and stubby and opened me up well. I said I wanted to sit on it. That was fine with him. He got on the floor; I straddled him and got his cock head at my hole. Bruiser's cock head was massive, so I expected some discomfort. I was a bit tense as I lowered myself on the mushroom. I looked around the room. Guy was on his hands and knees waiting to take Freddy's cock; Freddy was versatile as it turned out. Chuck was on his back with his legs on Ralph's shoulders. Lou and Sean were still sleeping, but everyone else wanted to fuck or be fucked. Guy moaned as Freddy shoved his cock into his ass. "Holy shit!" Chuck exclaimed as Ralph plowed him. I was building up my courage. Finally I sat back and waited for the pain. The pain never came. The massive head popped through my sphincter and into my chute without a twinge. I was unprepared for what I felt though. Bruiser's cock shaft was thin and I didn't feel it at all. It was just long enough to push his knob to the exact spot in my ass occupied by my prostate. Every movement I made rubbed his mushroom against my nut. It was the most intense sexual sensation I had ever felt. Ahmed's cock was larger and longer, but it had just squeezed my prostate as it passed on the inward or outward strokes. Bruiser's cock was smaller, but his cock head was larger and it was in contact with my prostate continuously. The smallest movement sent waves of almost unbearably pleasurable feelings through my body. I could hardly breathe; I sure couldn't think. It was so intense I wanted to get off, but my body seemed skewered on it. I couldn't move except for the involuntary twitching of my hips and ass. Each movement rubbed his cock head against my prostate and intensified the pleasure. Until that second, I had thought the pleasure in anal sex was primarily felt by the top. I enjoyed fucking Ahmed more than being fucked by him. This was an all new world of sensation. At age 53 I had discovered a feeling and sensation I didn't know I had. It was like that moment in the "Wizard of Oz" when it turned from black and white to Technicolor. How Bruiser was doing, I didn't know or care. I was having a sexual overdose. Bruiser was a crude looking guy, but he did figure out what was going on. I was having trouble breathing, so he pulled me forward towards him. This pulled his cock head from contact with my prostate and relieved the pressure. "Hit the spot, didn't it?" he said with a evil grin on his face. I tried to say yes, but I couldn't do any more that croak. His cock head felt really good, just on the inside of my ass, but it was nothing like the feelings I had felt seconds before. "Ready?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer; he pushed me back on his cock and his knob rammed my prostate for a second time. It just as intense as the first time, but I was a bit more prepared. He left me there for a minute or two, then pulled me forward again, breaking the cock-prostate connection. This time he let me rest for a longer time and I began to get my wits back. We weren't the only ones in the room feeling intense sexual feelings. Guy was all but roaring every time Freddy got his cock all the way in. Freddy liked long strokes. He pulled his eight inch meat out fast, then eased it back in slowly. Freddy had a tree trunk like cock, massive at the base and tapering to an average sized cock head. The last two inches of Freddy's cock must have done to Guy what Bruiser's knob did for me. Chuck had made peace with Ralph's meat and was begging the bear to fuck him harder. Ralph was more than willing. The noise woke Lou and Sean. Sean woke with a hard cock. He was ready to join in whenever there was a free cock or ass. I looked down my chest at Bruiser and saw a puddle of precum on his gut. Sean watched me look. He came over and got into the doggy style position with his cock dangling over Bruiser's mouth and his head within sucking distance of my cock. Bruiser sucked him while he sucked me. I just sat back and reconnected with Bruiser's cock head. Lou was on the sidelines for a short while, but that changed quickly. I saw him looking at Sean's wide open ass. I watched Lou's cock change from being at half-staff to full erection in twenty or thirty seconds. Lou coated his cock with lube and moved into position. After Sean's experience with Ralph's big cock earlier in the afternoon, Lou's cock slid in easily. Sean hadn't realized he was about to be fucked, but it didn't bother him. Sean was sucking me, being sucked by Bruiser and fucked by Lou. There was no way to do more sexually to him than we were doing. I lifted myself a bit, but my knee slipped and I fell back onto Bruiser's cock. When his cockhead touched my prostate this time, I popped, screaming, "I'm shooting!" Sean choked on his first taste of my man seed, but he took it all. Everyone in the room must have been teetering on the edge of an orgasm; everyone let go and climaxed. Once and a while, Ahmed and I shot off together, but it was rare. I figure eight orgasms in a minute must be close to a world record. We rested, all but asleep when the phone rang. In the quiet of that afternoon, it was as if a fire alarm went off. It was Ralph's cell phone. He talked quietly, but I could hear him mutter the phrase, "the more the merrier." "Get ready for company!" he said. "The Highway Department is on the way." Everyone looked for their clothes. Ralph, who was naked, laughed. "Don't worry about clothes. These boys are full members of the fraternity, the Bear and Daddy division. They are old playmates of mine who figured if they have to be snowed in, they might as well be snowed in with some guys who like cock." "How are they getting here?" I asked. "They man the biggest kick-ass snow plow owned by the State of New York. The snow is going to let up, but the winds are going to pick up. They were told to take shelter for the night," Ralph explained. We could hear the noise of an engine. It stopped and a minute later Ralph opened the door for two men. They were parka clad. One of the men looked around the room of naked men sitting around a brilliantly lighted Christmas tree. "Shit, I have fucking died and gone to heaven!" he said. "What in hell are you standing there for?" Ralph exclaimed. "Get naked and join the group. I'll introduce you when not decent anymore." Both men laughed and began to strip. They both looked huge, but they each removed a parka, quilted vest, quilted shirt and eventually long johns. Perry had a military style haircut and mustache. He was about six feet tall, muscular and his body was covered in a short coat of salt and pepper hair. He was cut and at half-staff by the time he was naked. Chet was two or three inches shorter, younger, blond and sported a full beard. He must have been the hairiest bond man I had ever seen. He was shaggy, rather than groomed like Perry. Uncut, his tube dangled from a thick, reddish-blond bush. "Men, this is Perry and his sidekick is Chet," Ralph said and he introduced them to each of us. I was still dripping from the orgasm of a few minutes earlier. Chet touched the cock drool and tasted it. "Hell, you've cum already!" he said. "We're not too late are we?" "Shit! I like the shy types!" Guy exclaimed. "Don't worry, you've only missed a few rounds. There will be a lot more playtime later. We're waiting for dinner." "Do I smell venison stew?" Perry asked. "You sure do, it's the meat you gave me two weeks ago," Ralph said. "It should be ready in about an hour." Lou started playing Christmas carols on the piano again. He was good at it. Freddy and Chuck started to sing along. Freddy was a credible tenor; Chuck a baritone. Perry and Chet joined in; Perry was an impressive bass. They made a good group. Chet's voice could best be described as unique. He had a stunning knowledge of all the obscene and off-color words to well known carols as well as all of the novelty songs of season. He knew "I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" and "Grandma got run over by a Reindeer", but he knew all them, no matter how obscure. He didn't do imitations, but he was able to suggest the original singers of the songs by the tone of his voice. . Ralph and I went to the kitchen to finish up the stew. I am not a great fan of game, but Ralph's stew was good. It had the taste of the country, without any gameness. We called the singers to dinner and Lou produced a strong, rich Burgundy wine to go with the stew. The conversation turned to Christmas traditions. "My first, or maybe it was my second lover, always made it a point to go to Christmas Mass. When he came back he'd wake me up and screw me to heaven and back," Freddy said. "As a good Southern Baptist boy I wondered what they did at mass!" Everyone laughed. "No sex after the service of the First Baptist Church of Anyplace in Virginia? As a good Southern Baptist boy you must have been in the Christmas pageant. What part did you play? Lou asked. "An angel, of course!" Freddy exclaimed. "Even as a child I was distinctly light on my feet and they thought I had a better chance to float than some of the other boys." "I bet the choir director loved you." Bruiser said. "How did you know?" Freddy replied. "He was a nice gay man. I thought he was a man, but he couldn't have been more the thirty. He was married to a sweet little thing, but I'm not sure they ever consummated the marriage." "Did he introduce you to the world of gay sex?" I asked. "Shit no, he wasn't that kind of a guy." Freddy replied. "Not until later, a lot later. I met him in Richmond at a gay bar about ten years ago. He was in town for a Baptist Convention and was taking a trip on the wild side." "I'll bet it was wilder after he ran into you!" Lou said. "It sure was. Mr. Evans didn't realize it was me until he had his cock shoved up my ass! I had grown some. Boy was it a shock." "Roland Evans?" Lou asked. "The same. You know him?" "I sure do," Lou said, "I had no idea." "You didn't know he was gay?" "Hell no. I didn't realize he topped!" The room burst out in laughter. "You may not have heard, but I bring that out in guys," Freddy said. "You're a bottom?" Chet asked. "I forgot, you don't know Freddy," Chuck said. "He was the original model for the Holland Tunnel." Everyone laughed again. "As you know, I'm not real sensitive guy, but just because I'm honest about my sexual likes, doesn't mean I'm a joke," Freddy said. He was half joking, but only half joking. "To tell you the truth, being straight and up front makes life a lot simpler," Chet said. "I hate dancing around for a couple of hours trying to find out of a guy will let you in his ass. Perry here is a pure top; damn good at it too. I'm an accommodating guy, but deep in my heart I like both the bottom and the top. When I go out catting about, I'm after ass." "Well, Chet, this is your lucky day," Freddy said, batting his eyes in a Scarlett O'Hara fashion. "As far as I can tell, this has been everyone's lucky day," I said. "Praise be to the Lord and Amen, brother!" Chuck said. "I need to get some more wood for the night," Ralph said. "I'm afraid we don't have anything for dessert. The Virginia boys have run out of left over wedding cake." "I'll settle for a cream-filled eclair," Sean said. "It seems to me, there are ten of us in this room; one for each." "Well, let's adjourn to the living room and relax," I said. We did that after cleaning up the dishes and getting more wood and re-stoking the fire. Freddy had spread out some quilts on the floor. The room was warm and cozy. The night was filled with cheer and good will, although, perhaps not that envisioned by Dickens. 1.