Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2013 03:50:49 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: The Unwelcom Christmas Guest The Unwelcome Christmas Guest By Bald Hairy Man 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com If you enjoy these stories. Please consider giving a donation to Nifty! My plans for Christmas fell through when my parents decided to take a Christmas Cruise. In some ways that was a relief. The year before my sister brought her third husband with her. Sally was a nice girl but she collected strayed and abandoned men the way some people gather dogs and cats. She met Earle when he was on a work release program for manslaughter. He had served time for killing his first wife. Sally said he was real nice except he had a temper. That was true except for the nice part. Earle didn't actually assault anyone, but it wasn't a relaxing holiday. Normally I can get out and see old friends at Christmas, but I couldn't leave my parents alone with Earl. I'm a big guy and I intimidated him some. I am Will Smith, a realtor with a big firm. One of our older agents was hospitalized after an automobile accident. Combined with Christmas vacations, that left us shorthanded and I was swamped at work. I was also assigned the task of picking Roger, the older realtor, up from the hospital to take him home. Roger's secretary would normally do that, but she was on vacation. Roger was sixty years old and a grouch. I'm 35 and that wasn't okay with him. He seemed to think that every new realtor was planning to take his clients. On a good day he was gruff. When I got to his hospital room, I was shocked by his condition. The accident was worse than I thought, and he could barely walk. Luckily I have a van. I took him to his house. It was a nice house in a historic district. It was also three stores tall, and there were seven steps up to reach the front door. There was no way I could get him in. I left him in the van and went inside. The bath was on the upper floor. I thought about taking him back to the hospital, but I took him to my house. I live in an unimpressive rancher, but it is all on one floor. Once he was inside I put him in the master room and in bed. The other bedrooms were small. He seemed disoriented and dizzy. I called the hospital to see if I could get him readmitted or into a nursing home. A few people were sympathetic, but no one was accepting patients two days before Christmas. Roger was what the secretaries called a private person. His secretary was the only one who knew about his family or friends. I went through his wallet and found a note labeled Emergency Information. Luckily there was a "For Emergences Call" card and the hand written entry "Rufus R. Macmillan." There as a local phone number. I called it and got an answering machine. I was getting panicky. I had no medical knowledge at all and Roger was obviously in bad shape. I didn't like Roger, but I didn't want him to die in my house. The phone rang. It was Mr. Macmillan. He was indeed Roger's friend and he said he would come over right away. Fifteen minutes later my doorbell range. It was Rufus. Rufus was sixty-five or so, over six feet tall and massive. He sported a big, Santa style beard. He was dressed like a lumberjack and smelled of fresh sawdust. He hadn't heard about the accident and was shocked. He went to see Roger and Roger recognized him. Fortunately, Rufus had been a member of a Rescue Squad and he had some medical knowledge. Roger fell asleep after a few minutes of conversation, so Rufus came into my kitchen with Roger's medicines and instructions from the hospital. The nurse at the hospital had given me the stuff in a big packet. Rufus went through it and knew what the meds were. There were some heavy duty antibiotics and a sedative. Apparently the plan was for him to keep still while the medicines worked their magic. Rufus said he would be glad to take him home with him, but he lived on the top floor of an apartment house, and there was no elevator. Roger was not a small man. "Do you think there is any way to get him up three floors?" I asked. "I'd be afraid to risk it." "I'm afraid you are right," Rufus said. "I would be glad to help you out. I'm retired and have the time." "Roger and I don't get along well anyway," I said. "I can't imagine him doing anything I suggested." Rufus smiled. "Roger isn't prone to make friends easily," he said. "He modestly paranoid and thinks the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I get along with him." I asked if he would like some lunch, and he agreed. He was both friendly and knowledgeable. He had been a carpenter and liked to make furniture, thus the sawdust. I realized that Roger was at my house until after Christmas and if Rufus would help, that would ease the situation. I think that Rufus and I shared no common interests, but he was affable and pleasant. I was so relieved that there was someone who could help, I was affable too. I am a good salesman, but sometimes I don't relate well to people who aren't in the market for a house. My mother told me that is a character flaw and I need to work on it. I do try but it is sometimes hard to remember. We heard Roger calling and went off to the bedroom. He saw me and asked, "What are you doing here?" Then he saw Rufus and all was well. Rufus got him settled and gave him the noon time pills. Roger fell asleep. Rufus went home, but came back at four. He was dressed normal clothes. Rufus had a calming effect on Roger. I tried to stay away and that was good. Roger was disoriented, so my presence confused him. I was getting ready to make dinner, and Rufus helped. Helped is the wrong word. I discovered he was an excellent cook. He fed Roger and then we had a superb dinner. My cooking is utilitarian. Roger was a Jeopardy fan and when the television was on, he was fine. Rufus told me that he and Roger had been friends for years. They had lost contact but had renewed their friendship a decade ago. It took me a little while to realize they had been lovers. We talked and then Rufus went to the bedroom to settle Roger for the night. I asked Rufus if he could spent the night since I was afraid if Roger woke and found me it would be difficult. He said he had had an overnight bag in the car just in case he had to spend the night. Rufus planned ahead. I was exhausted and went to bed. Roger woke at 1:00 in the morning, but Rufus gave him a pill and all was well. I was used to living alone and I usually slept naked. I felt the call at nature at 5:00 and went to the bath. As I left, I met Rufus in the hall. "Damn, I'm sorry. I'm not use to having company in the house," I said. Rufus was wearing a robe. He smiled. "I'm not complaining and the view is just fine," he said. "Naked suits you," "You like the view?" "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" he asked as he dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock whole. It wasn't his first time and it had been a while for me. My lover had left me three years earlier with a good portion of my checking account. I wouldn't have picked Rufus as a playmate, but my cock loved him. We went to his bedroom. I soon discovered that when your cock loves someone, the rest of you follows pretty quickly. Rufus was a nice guy, but he was old, hairy and very uncut. These were all disqualifications for a potential lover in my view. I tend to like the boyish, delicate and needy types. I admit that one of the needy types needed my checking account, but I still liked the type. Rufus had a good body for a man of his age. It was hard to see the muscles through the haze of white hair. His cock appeared to be a wrinkled tube of skin, although his balls were big and hung low. He was a great sucker and I was impressed and a bit dazed. I sucked him out of politeness. We were in the sixty nine position. I sucked the skin into my mouth and then worked my tongue into the tube of skin. I'm not into man smells or man tastes, but his foreskin was special. I love the rich, strong taste of his man ooze. He must have showered that morning, and it was fresh. As I sucked it got fresher. He had his tongue in my ass. That was a new experience for me. I had known a beefy guy who said his cock was a grower, not a show-er, Rufus' cock was a basic six inches long and two inches wide. His knob was huge and I could barely get it in my mouth once he was hard. That made sucking difficult, but luckily his slit was real wide and I could get the tip of my tongue deep into it. He was a heavy leaker of precum and that made me think I was doing okay. I'm not a bar-fly and I'm really picky. Why I was sucking this old guy I don't know. That was a puzzle, but I couldn't believe how good it was. I had never been with a guy who was older than me before. Rufus was generation older than I was. Most of the time I was looking for Mister Right. Not only was Rufus not Mister Right, he wasn't in the running for Mister Right Now. Somehow sex with Rufus just kept on getting better. We took a breather, and talked. "You're good. Most of my playmates are my age and getting hard is an iffy thing. It nice to be with a guy who is rock hard," he said. "You don't seem have a problem keeping hard," I said. "I've been lucky," Rufus replied. "I'm still a good top too." "I don't do that much. I'm waiting for the right guy," I said. "You need to be careful about that waiting stuff. You don't want to go beyond your sell by date," he said. "Let me tell you something, no one can tell if you've been fucked. I've had pals who purported to be virgins into their fifties." "It's never been that good anyway," I said. "That's a sure fire sign that someone is not doing it right," Rufus said. "I do admit some of the men I have played with say I'm real filling. I do seem to have a knack for inducing hands free orgasms. Most men find that attractive. Roll over on your side, let's see what we can do." For some reason I did as he asked. He snuggled up behind me. I'm not sure if Rufus actually fucked me. He massaged my anus and then took care of my sphincter. Eventually his cock massaged my entire rectum. I am not much of a bottom. You might say that I am a social bottom. I will do it to be polite if my playmate wants it. I had never been fucked by an old man before, and never by a cock as thick as his. There had always been a clear differentiation between me and the cock in my ass. I never felt close to the man who was fucking me. At some point I merged with Rufus. I became an appendage on his cock. It was big, but not that big, but it dominated me. He was so thick that these didn't seem to be room for my prostate. Every little movement rubbed it against his man tool sending out waves of pleasure. "Are you going to cum in me?" I asked. "I hate to tell you this, but I've shot in you twice," he said. "I just refreshed the lubricant, it didn't breed you." "What is the difference?" I asked. "Attitude," he said. "Is it all in me?" "Every inch is in, and I wish had had more," he said. "I have a friends who is a little thicker and much longer. He'd love to work you over." "Do you think I would let him in me?" I asked. "You may have noticed that I'm an older man and not virgin. I have some experience fucking men," Rufus said. "I've never met a more receptive man. Your ass swallowed my cock." "You must think I am a slut." "Shit no, I thinking I got lucky this Christmas! My present came early," he replied. "I was hoping you felt the same way." He gave a hard thrust. When I slopped ejaculating I told him he was right; I did feel lucky. I was off work next day, Christmas Eve. I made breakfast as Rufus took care of Roger. Roger was doing better but was still out of it and disoriented. I am good at scrambling eggs and Roger liked breakfast. I made a second batch for Rufus and he enjoy them too. We talked. He told me that if I had plans to go ahead and do them. He would take care of Roger. I said I didn't want to impose on him, but Roger and I didn't get along well and I thought I would agitate him. I asked him about his normal Christmas Eve routine. "I had two friends who come over in the afternoon. Usually Roger comes over too. He has no family anymore. I'll call them and cancel," he said. "They can come here, if you want. They might cheer up Roger," I said. "They are older guys; they aren't your type." "Are they gay?" I asked. "God never made anyone gayer," he replied. "One of them is the horse hung man I mentioned last night." "It might be nice to have some company," I said. He said he'd call them and ask them over. I went out to run some errands. I went by the liquor store since I had nothing to drink in my house. I then went to the drug store and bought some things for Roger, like wipes and some extra bandages. It was a madhouse everywhere I went, but I bought what I needed. When I returned home, Rufus was reading and Roger was sleeping. Rufus had contacted Roger's doctor and got the low down. Roger needed to say still and rest. The doctor realized that Roger was a very irritating, hyperactive man, and he prescribed sedatives to keep him calm. Roger was prone to take offence with everyone and everything, thus he was discharged from the hospital. The nurses hated him. If he stayed calm and quiet, nature and some high powered antibiotics would work their magic. The doctor would arrange for a room in a rehab center for the 27th. That was the first time he could get him in anywhere. I was stuck with him, but at least there was Roger and the sedatives. "There is one thing I need to mention. My friends who are coming over are playmates too. Roger is the best bottom in town. They sometimes get a little frisky," he said. "I don't think Roger is in a fuckable state!" "Of course not, but I was wondering of you might be interested?" Rufus said. "Did you tell them about last night?" I asked. "I do not kiss and tell!" he said. "After last night I thought you might enjoy it. I know they would enjoy you." "Let's play it by ear," I said, surprising myself. I should have said hell no, but those were not the words that came from my mouth. I added, "Which of your friends is the horse hung one?" Usually I play hard to get, but the cat was out of the bag. The strange thing was that I am not into size. I know some size queens and they seemed sort of pathetic to me. My session with Rufus the night before had done something to me. "You will know when you see them," Rufus said. He had to get some things from his house and he went off. Roger was sound asleep and I dozed off. When I woke it was 4:00 in the afternoon and Rufus had returned. He had a bag of wrapped presents and a lot of Christmas stuff. Someone knocked at the door. I answered it and saw a tall thin man bearing a bag of presents. "Are you Will?" he asked, "I Dudley, Rufus' friend, is this the right place?" "I am and this is the right place. Merry Christmas and come on in," I said. "Dudley, come into the kitchen," Rufus called. They talked for a minute and then Dudley went back to his car. He returned with a cooked turkey. Dudley looked like the absent minded professor type and that was indeed the case. He was a retired professor of Biology from a local university. He had a carefully cropped beard, but his hair and clothes were disheveled. He was wearing a tweed suite and tie. My training as a realtor came into play. I was pretty sure the suit was Brooks Brothers and was expensive. His unpolished shoes were English and hand made. The doorbell rang again. It was the other friend, Gus. He was short, stocky and muscular. He was wearing well-used Carhart construction type clothes. They were clean and pressed and he looked a bit dapper. He had a well-trimmed beard the size of a badger. The wear mark on his pants outlined an impressive man tool. He too came bearing gifts. Roger was awake and they went to see him. Rufus had to change some bandages and the men helped. Apparently Dudley was a MD and a Ph.D. They talked for a half hour and Roger fell asleep again. "That doctor you talked to sounded a bit odd, but I think he was right about the treatment. Accepting things and staying calm aren't Roger's strong suits," Dudley said. "He can be a jerk and he knows more than anyone else." "When I first met him, I told him I would only work on his house if he stayed away," Gus said. "I've been a carpenter for forty years and he was telling me the right way to hammer a nail." The men laughed. Gus made drinks for us and Rufus brought out shrimp and other appetizers. Gus was the carpenter for several historical house renovations I knew about. Roger marketed that sort of house and I wondered if that was how they met. I later found out that Dudley lived in one of the historic houses. It was his family home. The conversation was easy and the food was good. Rufus and Dudley took a plate of food into Roger. I was talking to Gus. "In the kitchen Rufus told me you had a good time last night," he said. "We are all members of the same fraternity." "He gave you good recommendation," I said. "Damn, I hate it when he does that," Gus said. "He's like a Jewish mother always looking for a nice girl. I've told him, I'm Greek and he's Scottish. The Jewish mother thing doesn't work." "Have you tried some of his recommendations?" I asked. "I hate to say it, but you would think when you are 67 you would be less horny," Gus said. "There are a lot of guys who like big cocks, but Rufus finds guys who enjoy them. Some guys just want to try it on for size. Roger is a hungry bottom. He loves it. He loves just about everything that gets in his ass."