Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2017 10:28:13 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Santa' Snowstorm 1

Santa's Snowstorm

By Bob Archman

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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It was cool and crisp in Virginia and it felt like Christmas. When I lived
in upstate New York it would have been snowy. That was 50 years ago, and
now snow is a pain and a problem, not an opportunity to play in the snow.

This Christmas season, things were fine until my Uncle Tim died. He never
married, and I was his namesake. He was over eighty and the last member of
his generation to die. I had a call from a cousin in Maryland that the
funeral would be in three days in North Glasgow, New York. I said that I
didn't think I could make it. About an hour later, I had a call from Uncle
Tim's lawyer, Rufus Renwick. He said he needed to meet with me. Uncle Tim
had left me a bequest. I suggested some time after the holiday season.

"It would be better if we met sooner," Rufus said. "The bequest is quite
substantial. He made some gifts to friends and some local institutions, but
the remainder of the estate he left to you. I don't have an exact figure,
but the range is somewhere between ten and twelve million."

I almost dropped the phone. "I had no idea he was that wealthy," I said.

"He had a knack for picking stocks, and did well on some real estate
investments. We do need to talk," Rufus reiterated. The next day I was
driving to North Glasgow for the funeral and to meet Rufus.

After a 12 hour drive I made it to North Glasgow and found a motel. I
called Rufus and made an appointment for the next morning. The motel was
old and not particularly well maintained. It was next door to a small
restaurant which was much better than I expected. That night I discovered
the motel's heating system was weak and the room barely made it to 65. If
the wind was blowing the temperatures dropped to near 60.

I was cold the next morning, but had a good breakfast and went to the law
offices. Rufus was a middle-aged man, thin, tall and with a well-trimmed
beard. He was with Uncle Tim's accountant, Steve Hall, a younger, thick set
man. They outlined the features of the will and my Uncle's assets. I was
still dazed by this wealth. He had been a nice guy who was into camping in
the Adirondacks. I had gone camping with him in the summers.  Those summers
were why I became an environmentalist specializing in forest
preservation. I hadn't seen him that often, but we talked often, and he was
interested in my work.

I asked if there was a better motel in town. Rufus said my motel was the
good one, but Steve had a friend who ran a Bed and Breakfast. He called
them, and they had a room available. I was supposed to meet with the
minister and the funeral director at 3:00, so I had time to move to the B &
B.

The B & B was in a well restored early house, and I had a nice room with an
impressive bath. The owners, Phil and Larry dressed like lumberjacks, but
the house was more Architectural Digest, than a rustic retreat.

The meeting with the minister, Rev. John Wellesley and the funeral director
were fine. Uncle Tim had planned every detail, so I just had to be polite
and confirm Tim's directions. I returned to the B & B. Larry greeted me and
told me there was going to be a Christmas party that evening. He said my
room was far enough from the noise that it wouldn't bother me.

"Of course, you are free to join us at the party," Larry said. "All of our
guests are old friends of either Phil or me. They are nice guys and fun to
be with. I should mention, our friends are all men, and some have what
might be called unconventional relationships."

"I might drop in for a little while," I said. "I am tired. Last night at
the motel wasn't restful."

"Great, don't worry, our friends are sometimes friendly to a fault," he
added. I went to my room. It was clear that his friends were gay. I spent a
lot of my time in the woods, alone. I thought about what friendly to a
fault might mean and I had an erection. I am attracted to men and have had
a few experiences, but if a sex life requires more than one experience
every year or two, I have no sex life.

I spent most of my time in a one man cabin, and checking on instruments in
remote locations. At one time, I spent some time at a research station
which had a laboratory, but now I did much of the analysis on-line. I went
to have dinner at the little restaurant and returned to the B & B. It had
begun snowing. I hadn't listened to the weather reports. Had a done so I
would have known that there had been a shift in the wind.  We were in the
direct path of Lake Ontario's snow. New Glasgow was at the edge of the
Adirondacks and we would get the brunt of the snowfall.

Everything was warm, cozy and festive in the house. There were ten men who
were staying at the B&B, and five or six others. Phil introduced me as an
environmentalist. I was in the right crowd. There were no flat earthers and
no climate change freaks.

In a short while, the crowd grew to twenty-five. Steve the accountant was
there as was Rev. Wellesley, the minister I had met at the funeral
home. The men were cheerful and welcoming. I am not the worlds best
conversationalist, but that wasn't a problem. If went off on some detailed
scientific tangent they listened and seemed to understand.

When I got to the party there was a dusting of snow. Two hours later there
was more than a foot on the ground. Larry turned on a TV and checked the
Weather Channel. They had forecast 12 inches. As we watched, the forecast
changed to 24 or 36 inches in some areas.

"I don't think that anyone is going home tonight.  This party is now
officially a sleep over, so drink up. There is no need to worry about DWI,"
Larry said. "Don't worry, we have enough food to feed an army and a back up
generator!" A strong gust of wind hit the house and rattled the
windows. That meant major drifting.

I was talking with a young, Santa type named Billy. He was maybe 45, but
his hair and beard were prematurely white. He was a construction
superintendent. He said he normally had a beard, but the bushy beard wasn't
accidental. He played Santa for children's groups around town. "As far as
the kids are concerned, I am old enough to be Santa," he explained. He told
me some funny stories about his Santa adventures.

One of his pals, Denny, joined us. Denny was five feet-four and maybe 120
pounds. He was the town clerk. When Billy went off, Denny came close to
me. "You noticed this is a gay group?" he asked. I said I had guessed that.

"I was going to have an after party at my house where we could get down and
dirty and have some real fun. It was to be a naked event," he said, "I was
hoping we could have it here, now the snow has changed our plans and I was
hoping you wouldn't object. Would that offend you?" he asked.

"I've never been to anything like that, but it doesn't offend me," I
said. "If I don't like it I can go to my bedroom and sleep."

"That is great,' he replied, "but there are several guys who would like to
make you feel much more welcome. I don't want sound vulgar, but you are new
meat.  That is always exciting, but good looking new meat is even more
exciting," he said.

"Am I the only "new meat" here?" I asked.

"No this is the first visit of several men. Coach Roberts from the school
is here as is Father Paul from St. Vincent's in the next town is visiting
for the first time," he said. "They knew about my party. You are the only
one who didn't know the nature of the party."

"Do you have these often?" I asked.

"No, only once or twice a year. I sometimes have a party at my camp on Wild
Pond, and I try to have a Christmas-New Year's event," he explained.

"I haven't been naked with other men since college in the dorms," I
said. "It wasn't a problem it then."

"This is sort of a get naked, get hard and shoot off affair. It's not a
night for romance, it's all for fun, naked, cock spurting fun!" Denny
said. "Anything goes unless you say no! No means no; there isn't any
confusion about that." Billy returned with refills of our drinks.

"Tim is going to give our little party a try," Denny said. "He's with the
program."

Billy smiled broadly. "Denny, you might spread the word. If Tim doesn't
mind, I will stay near him as his guide," he said. Denny went off and Billy
began unbuttoning his shirt. With each button, Billy looked better. I began
to strip.

John Wellesley was near us with another man and they began to strip. By the
time I was naked, about half the men had stripped and the others were at
least halfway naked. Wellesley and his friend came over to us. "It's nice
to see you again. I'm new to this; I don't know the rules," he said to
Billy.

Billy smiled. "Just say please and thank you. Maybe it's tacky, but I kind
of let my cock do the thinking for me, and everything seems to turn out
well when your playmates feels the same way," he said.

"How can you tell?" the other man asked.

"Well we all have a sex thermometer hanging between our legs. The harder
the better. You can also look for a dripping cock. The clear stuff means a
guy's ready, if it's milky it is over. Often good sex is nice and
messy. Some guys like to lick up the remains. They aren't forward, they are
just being neat," Billy said.

"You certainly are direct," Rev. Wellesley said.

Denny had returned to our group. "We are here to feel, not to think and
ponder," he said. "I think sex predates logical thought by thousands of
years. By the way, everyone here has pledged the fraternity and is a member
in good standing. There is no need to be shy." To emphasize the
point. Denny dropped to his knees and began sucking John's cock. Billy did
the same to me and to John's friend, Paul. He alternated.

After a minute or two, I dropped to the floor and sucked Billy and
Paul. Billy whispered to Paul, "It's good if you go with the flow, but if
you get uncomfortable, don't do it. it's for pleasure; it's not a test or
an initiation."

"I would hate to insult or hurt anyone's feelings," Paul said.

"Look around. There are twenty-five men here. No one will do without!"
Billy said. "Right now, everything is pretty vanilla. Later it may be more
intense. Join in when you are comfortable, avoid it if you aren't
comfortable."

Denny was now on the floor sucking all three cocks in rotation. I looked
around. Everyone was similarly engaged. I had a feeling that I should have
been shocked or at least felt uneasy. None of this was expected or normal
in my life experience. I did feel some shock at how comfortable I felt. I
was with men who shared my sexual orientation. It seems that the potential
for intense, sexual pleasure overcame my conventional approach to life.

I realized that sex was a part of these men's lives and it hadn't been a
part of mine. I was a single man with a solitary life. I had been uneasy
with my sexual orientation, and my only experience was of quickies with
other uneasy men.

Denny had gone off and John was with Billy. Paul came to me and whispered,
"I've never sucked a man before. Would you mind if a rank amateur tried it
with you? I might not do it right."

"No problem at all. It seems to me that most guys get the hang of it
easily," I said.

"I don't know how I would react to sperm. Tasting the stuff that comes from
a cock doesn't seem possible. It seems revolting, but it excites me too. If
I pull away, or spit it out, it's not you, it's me," Ambrose said.

"Don't worry. I won't be offended," I said. I sat on a couch, and Paul
sucked me. It took him a little while to build up nerve to suck, but once
he did it was fine. I remember that a Father Paul was a new man in the
group. He was careful and gentle, I felt as if he was almost worshiping my
tool. I had a spasm and ejaculated a single spurt of sperm. Paul's sucking
became more vigorous.

Billy was next to us with a man he called Coach. "Is it what you expected?"
Billy asked.

"It a fucking dream come true," Coach replied. "Every day I see naked boys
in the showers. Maybe a quarter of them have a crush on me. I've been
coaching for years, and boys don't turn me on at all. If I said or did
anything that could be considered sexual, I go to jail as a pervert. Thank
god everyone here is a consenting adult and is into sex big time!" Paul
looked at him, pivoted and began sucking his cock. Coach moaned.

"If you've been in a sexual desert, the rains have come!" Billy said. Coach
was interested, but not experienced. He was also more than willing to
learn. Billy asked if we could go to my bedroom saying it would be nice to
have a bed and some room. That was fine and Billy, Coach, Paul and went to
the room with me.  Denny must have been watching and he arrived a little
later.

I knew this was technically an orgy, but most of the men knew each other
well, and it had the feeling of a reunion of old friends. I mentioned
this. "If you amend that and make it friends with benefits and old fuck
buddies, you are right," Denny said.

"I am afraid that fucking is a bridge too far for me," Paul said.

"I thought that way for a while," Billy said. "A guy begged me to fuck him,
and it was really good. He and I both loved it. He became a regular. After
about a year I felt guilty about our one-sided relationship and I let him
fuck me. I don't think I knew I had a prostate, but my pal used it as a
cock punching bag, and I had a hands-free orgasm. Shit, it was good!"

Coach was sucking him as we talked. He looked up and said, "I've never been
fucked, but I'm game for anything."

"Does that include having a beefy Santa type giving your ass a sperm bath?"
Billy asked.

"I kind of think it does," Coach replied.

"Billy has a thick one, mine is long and thin. It's ideal for a first
fuck," Denny volunteered.

"I think Billy's would be good for me," Coach replied.

"I might like to try fucking a guy," Paul said in a near whisper.

"It just so happens that I get turned on introducing a man to the joys of
fucking," Denny said. "I bottom too."

"How man times have you done that?" Paul asked.

"If I round it off, it is an even zero, but I'm pretty sure it would be a
turn on," Denny replied. Everyone laughed. Denny had a little case
containing lubricant with him. Coach was on his back on the bed. He had
exposed his hole. Denny had done the same on the other side of the
bed. Billy lubricated Coach's ass. Denny was already lubricated.

"I'm going to take my time," Billy said. "If you want me to stop, just say
so." He nudged his cock head into the ass pucker.

Paul did the same with Denny. "What if I shoot off in you?"

"I'll just close my eyes and think of England," Denny replied. "If you
could stay in me after you shoot and churn it up a little, I have a friend
who likes sperm lubrication. He would like to fuck a used ass."

Billy's cock head had vanished, but his shaft was still visible. Billy was
slow, but determined. He wanted to fill Coach completely.

"Paul, you may not have guessed, but Denny isn't 100% virgin anymore,"
Billy said as he glanced at the other couple.  Paul laughed and gave a
little push. A half second later, his entire tool was in Denny. It was so
fast I wondered if an ass could suck in a cock. Denny and Paul moaned in
pleasure. Paul had been nervous, but Denny's hole welcomed the visiting man
tool enthusiastically.

It took longer for Billy and Coach to get comfortable, but once Billy was
imbedded and rhythmically thrusting, Coach was moaning and working his ass
to intensify the sensations,

A big man entered the room. "Is there room for another guy?" he asked.

"Wilson, there is always room for one more," Billy said. "Guys, this is
Carter, an old friend of mine. He is a nice guy even though he looks like
the Abominable Snowman."

Wilson came over to me. "Your new here. Has anyone taken your load yet?" he
asked. I said no.

"Would you mind if I took it? I love man seed." I said that was fine for
me. I found an empty spot on the bed and took it. Wilson started
sucking. He was good, both gentle and exciting. I woke up having a great
dream. It was two in the morning and Wilson was still sucking. I was
shocked and incredibly relaxed. Wilson told me that I had two orgasms as I
slept. He told me that he loved the orgasm, but I had a constant drool of
precum and post-orgasmic fluids.

The house was mostly quiet, but I could hear a few whispered conversations
and a few moans of pleasure. The party had transitioned into the sleepover,
a sexual sleep over. I think the ratio of sleep to sex varied throughout
the night. If a couple or threesome became active they might wake their
neighbors and there would be a burst of activity. A few of the men were
vocal, especially as they approached and then had an orgasm. That woke up
other men, but no one complained.

At six in the morning the snow on the roof fell to the ground making a
thunder like sound shaking the house. That woke almost everyone. Drifts
were five feet high on the Lake Ontario side of the house. The sheltered
side had three feet. This area was used to snow, but this would take
several days to clear the streets. The Mayor and Governor were telling
everyone to stay in and let work crews clear the streets.  All the stores
and businesses were closed and the funeral postponed.

There were twenty gay men in the house, a few guests lived nearby and had
gone home. There had been three major Christmas parties planned for the
B&B. They were cancelled, but the food was available for us, so it was a
long weekend for the men. While most of the men were friends, several days
together were an opportunity to get better acquainted and explore.

For the next few days we alternated shoveling, eating and sex. We had a few
episodes of Christmas Caroling, of both the traditional and bawdy types.
The "Don we now our gay apparel" lyrics and "I saw Mommy kissing Santa
Clause" songs were hits, as was the gay version of the "Twelve Days of
Christmas."