Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 23:31:43 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: A Christmas Story Part 1 A Christmas Story Part 1 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. I was stuck in Lynchburg, Virginia, two days before Christmas with nothing to do and no where to go. I am a 60-year-old architect who made the choice to go with a big firm right out of college because it offered job security and great job benefits. One of these benefits was to be downsized at age 55 and set out to pasture with a ten-year gap between my job, social security and pension. I had been scrambling picking up work as I could. My wife decided to downsize me too. She wanted to find herself, and I was not part of the finding process, so I was alone. I had spent four years in the Gulf working on a hotel project, but returning to the United State was a bigger change that I had expected. In Qatar all the expatriates banded together and Christmas was a time of joviality and good cheer. Much of this was forced, but it did provide some companionship. In Lynchburg I was working on a big industrial design project that had to be done in late January. The Persian Gulf was foreign and exotic. Lynchburg is neither. I felt alone in my furnished apartment, and even the few people I worked with went out of town to spend the holiday with family or friends. I went to the Mall. I figured that was about as close to the Christmas spirit as I could find. The mall was as conventional and ordinary a place as there could be, but I liked seeing the children, and the frazzled families. The decorations were without any trace of imagination, but were bright and cheerful and I enjoyed my self. I ate diner at the food court and tried to find a book at the chain bookstore. That was difficult. It had only the most standard fare. It was getting late and I had to go to the bathroom so I searched out a men's room. I found it at the end of a long and narrow corridor. The room was bright, airy and empty of everything other than plumbing fixtures. I stood at a urinal and let loose. Lots of guys my age need to go to the bathroom all the time. I can hold it. That was very useful in the Gulf where acceptable toilets are few and far between. When I go, I go and I relaxed and closed my eyes as I relieved myself. I heard the door open and someone was at a urinal near me. I open my eyes and saw a distinguished old man, with an impressive beard two fixtures away. He had a cock the length of the New Jersey Turnpike. I don't usually look at men's cocks in public toilets, but he was dressed all in black and the pink fire hose showed up clearly against his black pants. The man looked familiar and it seemed as if I recognized him. I didn't realize it but I was staring at the man. "Can I help you?" He asked with a slightly irritated voice. I blinked and realized what I had been doing. "I'm sorry. I can't place you. You seem familiar." I said. "Come on now, you've got to be kidding!" He said. "I know I haven't met you, but you do look like someone I know." I said. I was very embarrassed by this time, but I was still pissing so I was stuck. Then it dawned on me. "Oh shit! You're Santa!" He must have been the man who played Santa in the enchanted Castle in the central court of the mall. "Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!" He bellowed in a spectacular deep bass voice. "You must think I am an idiot!" I said. "I never expected to find you in the mall men's room." I must have sounded shocked enough to make him believe me, because his Santa laugh was replaced by a more natural one, just as deep, but genuinely amused. I finally finished and got my cock back into my pants and washed my hands. He joined me. "I'm Gilbert Smith, temporarily the Mall Santa." He said. "I'm Bob Baskerville, temporary resident of Lynchburg and architect." I said. We shook hands. "I'm stranded here." "Same here." He said. "I usually do the Miracle on 34th Street, or King Lear, but this has been a slim year for older actors and the local Santa had a quadruple bypass and I picked up this job for a month." "Well, you certainly look the part!" I said. "I'm actually making more money here that I would be doing Lear at many theaters, so there is an up side to this." He said. "No lines to remember?" "Believe me. I've got the lines to Lear down solid too!" He said. "I am getting tired of "have you been a good boy or girl" though. Tomorrow is my last day. Three more days in the hotel across the street and I am finished! Damn. I wish this town had a good bar." I told him that I had been in the Gulf for years where alcohol was forbidden in public so I got used to keeping a well-stocked bar in my apartment. He looked interested. "Why don't you drop by after work and we can have a drink?" I asked. "I'd love to but I don't have a car here." He said. "I'm a slave to the mall, motel and House of Pancakes!" "Well, let me rescue you for a night at least." I said. "I can pick you up after work." He readily accepted. He returned for his costume and I wandered through Mall for another hour until closing time. I hadn't realized how lonely I was until I asked him over. This was the first time I had ever met a man and asked to my apartment for a drink. He told me to meet him at the east entrance at 9:00 and he was there promptly. He wore a hamburg and a dark dress overcoat, carried a small overnight bag and turned out to be an interesting and affable man. He had been everywhere and done everything, but was not overbearing and was interested in hearing my own experiences. I got to my small apartment in about ten minutes and we were clearly going to be friends. "Don't be shocked when you get inside." I warned him. "This is one of those old steam heated apartments. It's always an oven inside." "Don't worry." He said. "It will just remind me of New York. I had an apartment there once that could be the reason for global warming." We got inside and it must have been 85 degrees. "Furnished apartments make me feel like home!" He said. "I've been an actor too long!" He took his coat off, and I realized he was 100 pounds lighter than I had thought. "You were padded?" I said. "Yep. That's why I wear black under the red suit. It hides the padding." He said. "I cook, but I play the part!" "What's your poison?" I asked. He was a scotch man, so I fixed a drink. He drank it quickly. I also opened a window. I noticed that his turtle neck shirt was soaked with perspiration. "You're still hot?" I asked. "Damn! I'm sorry." He said. "I'm afraid I leave a spot on your chair!" "It's not that. It's rented!" I said. "You look uncomfortable. Would you like a shower?" "Boy, would I!" He said. "It's not too much of an imposition?" "Not at all." I said and I showed him to the bath. I had clean towels and had an extra bathrobe available. A house guest had left it at my apartment years ago. Five minutes later he emerged from my bedroom looking cooler and wrapped in the robe. It was burgundy and made him look Santa-like again. It also was a bit small so it exposed his broad hairy chest. He was a good six feet three, and was barrel chested, with light blue eyes in a pink face, all framed with white hair. "You look like the ghost of Christmas Past." I said as I fixed him another drink. "I've played that part too." He said. "It was a great success. With a green robe and ivy in my hair I saved a theatrical company a bucket of money on make up." "Do you do Little John?" I asked. He laughed. "That and the Pirate King and Long John Silver once." He laughed again. "When I was younger, I could snag a producer with my cock and the casting room couch. Now it's my beard. Actors need to know what their assets are!" "Both are spectacular." I said. "Attention getting." I had never though of myself as gay, I had several experiences scattered over more than 40 years, but I was attracted to Gilbert. The robe didn't fit but that didn't explain why I could see so much of him. He was proud of his body and didn't mind me looking at it and admiring him. He was in good shape. A bit heavy, but solid. "One's a lot more fun to play with than the other." He said. "Unfortunately it's hard to make it count on the stage. I do well in Lear because I get to be near naked and the voyeurs in the audience get a thrill and a good performance to boot!" We were on our third drink and Gilbert wasn't pretending to keep his robe closed. I wasn't pretending not to be interested. "You're well-equipped yourself." He said. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing at all." "It's more decorative than useful now." I said. "I haven't used it much lately. I'm not sure everything is in working order." "Don't worry about that!" He said laughing. "Friendly old Santa here can give you a complete exam. Believe me. I've got something for every ailment!" He paused. "Bob, I'd really like some companionship and some fun, if you'd like it." He said this in a normal tone of voice, not Santa, not Lear. It was hard for me to believe that this handsome, vigorous and impressive man felt that way, but I knew he did. And I knew that I did too. "Let's go to the bedroom." I said. We did. I stripped. We hopped in the bed and in two minutes I discovered that what I had thought of as sex for the previous sixty years was but a pale imitation of the real thing. I had been eating fast food and suddenly found myself in a five star restaurant. Gilbert was great, very giving, generous and skilled. I didn't know that my cock could feel that much. He swallowed it whole and it was as if it went to Disneyland. I was almost crying in pleasure. After a few minutes he came up for breath and I felt I should reciprocate. I had tried this once before and hadn't liked it much, but I felt like I had to do something to show him how much I had enjoyed him. He possessed the Chrysler building of cocks. It was impressive and I timidly licked the blunt head. He moaned and I tasted a sweet liquid oozing from his slit. I thought, this is disgusting. A second later I was trying to deep throat the entire massive tool. I was crazed. I was overwhelmed by tidal waves of sexual lust. I had never felt so sexual and driven in my life. I couldn't get the entire organ in my mouth, but I sure tried hard. Gilbert was more than appreciative. I came up for breath, he pivoted around and we sixty-nined. We turned into a single sucking organism. I had never felt so close to another human being. I had been a conventional, conservative businessman for most of my adult life. I tend to be sensible and restrained. I think of my self as daring in design, but I have rarely stepped out personally. All of my conservatism must have been sucked out of my body through my cock by Gilbert's vacuum like mouth. I wanted his cock. I wanted to suck all his cum from his balls and drain him dry. I wanted to light hundreds of candles and sit in a hot tub with him like those odd images so popular on the television. I wanted to take long walks on the beach and sit by a roaring fire in a snow bound chalet. But I only wanted to do this if I could keep his cock in my mouth. I began to shoot off. Gilbert didn't pull away as I had expected. He remained sucking. I almost passed out the feeling was so intense as his tongue licked my cock head while I ejaculated. I hardly noticed my mouth filling with his cream as he unloaded. It was disgusting I thought, but then I hoped it would never stop, that he would ejaculate and spew cum for the rest of the night. I then felt drained and we laid next to each other and rested. I was ready for sleep. Much to my surprise, my cock wasn't ready. Ten minutes later it was refilling and getting ready to go again. I rolled over and felt Gilbert's cock. It bounced to life again at my touch. "Are you ready for a second round?" He asked. "I can't believe it, but I am. Damn that was good!" I said. "You were great. I haven't had this much fun in years." Gilbert said. "I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed sex this much." I said. "You're a master!" "I used to be." Gilbert said. "I'm not a virgin, but I've been through a dry spell. It's great to get back in the swing again." He paused. "Are you interested in fucking? I'd love your cock in my ass." I had never done anal before. I didn't think that I would start that now. "Sure, I've never done it but I like to try." I said. Apparently my thinking process and mouth were not coordinated. "Do you mind showing me the ropes?" "Not at all. No rope though, I'm not into that." He said laughing. "I'm not sure I can get hard enough to fuck." I said. "The excitement is there, but there seems to some weakness in the equipment." "As I said, Santa has something for every ailment." Gilbert said, as he got up and got his overnight bag from the other room. "In addition to my Santa accessories, I have some emergency supplies in here. How is your health? Any heart problems?" He asked in a sudden change of attitude. "No problems at all." I said. "Complete physical two months ago. No problems anywhere." "Well then. Let's take a little pill and see where it takes us." Gilbert said. He went to the bathroom and filled our glasses with water. "Take this, lie down and let's see what we can do."