Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 17:39:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twas the night Berfore Christmas 5

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Part 5
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.

The wind picked up as darkness settled. As part of my father's renovation
of the house he had insulated it; the old place kept the harsh winds
out. We could hear the wind, but we didn't feel it inside the snug and warm
house. There was no television, but Dad did have a good stereo system and a
good collection of records.

Sean had never used records. It was his first exposure to a record changer
and a turntable. Remarkably, Mom and Dad had saved my sister's records, so
we had the Beach Boys' Christmas Album and Elvis' holiday fare. To Sean
these things were as distant as the Middle Ages. He was enthralled.

Freddy knew the value of each record. As an accountant, Dad had a tendency
to be anal retentive with respect to maintenance and repair. Every record
and it's cover was in perfect condition. It was a gold mine for collectors
of period vinyl. The music was good too.

The warmth, good food and wine added up to a very relaxed evening. Everyone
had shot off earlier in day except for Perry and Chet. They were ready for
fun and served as spark plugs for the night. Frankly, I was ready to take a
nap, but the two new men mixed things up and added some excitement.

I usually tend to watch more than participate. Thinking of myself as a
student of human foibles and oddities, it had struck me as odd that
sexually active men seem to be insatiable, always interested in the next
cock. I think if you've seen one cock, you've seen them all.

My experience with Chuck, Freddy and Bruiser made me doubt this
assumption. The sexual experiences with each had been good, but very
different. Some of this was due to my attraction to each of the men. Some
of it was due to the cocks themselves. I was attracted to Chuck, but
Bruiser's cock sent me to the moon when it touched my prostate. I had
always thought it was the man that counted. When it turned out it could be
the shape and size of the cock, I was surprised.

Quite frankly, I didn't have enough experience to realize there was a
difference between attraction and sexual sensations. Ahmed both attracted
and sexually satisfied me. I liked his body, his cock and his mind.

Bruiser's cock worried me. The sensations were so spectacular, it was hard
for me to think I might not ever experience it again. I looked at Perry and
Chet and had to wonder what they were like. It might seem superficial to
look at men as sexual playthings, but I was beginning to feel a serious
bout of superficiality coming on. I wanted to try them out.

Looking back, my sexual attitudes were a bit funny. So much of our language
and attitudes toward sex are based on old Victorian attitudes. The image of
a quivering virgin girl, terrified of losing her virginity to a callous and
insensitive older man is at the heart of our sexual imagery. Virginity,
saving oneself for marriage has no relationship to adult men who are aware
of and interested in sexual release. Perhaps Bruiser was "using" me when he
fucked me, but I couldn't conceive of a way that his pleasure was any
greater than mine.

Was he using me, or was I using his cock? It sure wasn't clear to me. A far
as I could tell, the men who had gathered by accident in my house were all
adults, aware men fully capable of making choices and decisions for
themselves. We were enjoying each other, not using each other.

Sean was the youngest man here and if not innocent, his ass was virgin. Did
Ralph take advantage of him, or did he introduce Sean to sensations he
hadn't dreamed existed? Maybe Ralph shot more cum into Sean ass than Sean
sprayed across the room when he shot off, but I doubt it. I might not be a
great judge of human character, but I would have been very surprised if
Sean didn't have another cock up his ass before the night was over.

Sex is good, but solitary sex can never approach the impact of sex with
another person. Man to man sex doesn't have the baggage of possible
pregnancy, or the requirement that one partner be able to provide for the
other. The partners are almost by definition equal and it seems to me most
men have a much better grasp of what his partner is feeling when sexually
stimulated than women.

Perry Como was singing his favorite carols and I was sitting with Bruiser
and Perry. "It must be rough to be here on Christmas Eve so far from your
family?" Perry asked of Bruiser.

"Being away from my family is not a bad thing," Bruiser said. "My Daddy
like to drink through the entire holiday and he wasn't a good drunk. I left
home when I was 16 and haven't been back. This is the nicest Christmas I've
ever had. The guys here are nice and it's the best sex I've had in years."

Perry laughed. "I don't know if they're going to make a Hallmark card of
that thought," he said, "but I do understand the sentiment. I've been
though some bad times at home. Lots of questions as to why wasn't I
married. Mom got real religious as she got older. Heavy duty Catholic
praying to Mary. It's odd, the more religious she got, the further she
moved from her kids. In order to get to heaven she made it hell for the
rest of us."

Bruiser had his arm around Perry and was stroking the hair on Perry's
chest. He played with Perry's tits and got a strong reaction, so Bruiser
played more.

"Exactly how good has the sex been here? Any rules I need to know?" Perry
asked. I was playing with Perry's balls; his cock was well on the way to
being hard.

"As far as I can tell, as long as both guys want to do it, it's okay," I
said. "It all pretty vanilla sex."  "It's one hell of a lot of vanilla,"
Bruiser said. "It's hard to tell if there are nay rules. No one has said no
yet. No one seems to be too shy about cock or ass play, at least as far as
I can tell."

"I'm a top," Perry said. "I don't trade places." By now his cock was
erect. It was a solid seven inches, thick at the base and tapering toward
his cock head. The head was small, but the slit was wide and oozing
already. "Do you boys bottom?" Perry asked, almost under his breath.

"Only when asked nicely," Bruiser said.

"Can I fuck you, please?"

"You sure have a way with words," Bruiser replied. "I'm game."

"Do you mind taking it doggy style?" Perry asked.

"It's big enough for me to take it just about anyway you want," Bruiser
said. "I can be very open minded." He got on his hands and knees. I thought
we had been having a quiet little conversation at the side of the room, but
Ralph threw me a tube of lube, so everyone knew what we were up to. Someone
began rhythmically moaning. I looked over and saw Freddy being deep-dicked
by Chet. Freddy really like the deep thrusts.

I don't think of myself as a sex a maniac, but I felt an urge to get more
deeply involved. I got on the floor, scooted under Bruiser and began
licking his cock. Perry was still lubricating himself . Bruiser was just
beginning to produce precum. I had wanted to suck Bruiser's mushroom, but
when Perry got his cock in position, I saw I had a front row seat for the
fucking.

Perry poked his cock head into Bruiser's ass a few times, more to work the
lube in more than really fucking. He pulled out with only his cock head
nuzzling Bruiser's hole. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Bruiser said, "Yes!"

Perry shoved maybe three inches of his cock in the hole. He then pulled out
and repeated the process, this time shoving four inches in. He did this
five or six times until his pubic hair was shoved next to Bruiser's ass.

>From my position sucking Bruiser's cock, I could see the whole thing and
tasted Bruiser's reaction. Bruiser was outwardly impassive as the cock was
shove into his ass. His balls told a different story. They were churning
out precum by the bucket full.

Chet had said Perry was a good top and I could tell. Once he was fully
lodged, he rested and let Bruiser get accustomed to the invader in his
ass. Bruiser twitched a few times and wiggled his ass to adjust the
location. Only when I felt Bruiser relax, did Perry begin to thrust.

Bruiser had compact, tight balls held close to his body. Perry had loose,
low hangers. His balls were ripe plumbs hanging free. When Perry was fully
embedded in Bruiser' ass, his balls hung over Bruiser's forming a compact
cluster of four balls. I shifted and licked Perry's hairy ball sack.

"Damn, this is gong to be a real good night!" Perry exclaimed. He was right
about that. It turned out to be a night of shared sex. Everyone was in the
mood, everyone was giving and taking, everyone was as interested in the
other guy's feelings as in his own. Chuck said the cock was the present
that keeps on giving. That was the theme of this Christmas Eve.

Several things contributed to the night. Most of us had climaxed earlier in
the day, so we didn't feel the need to shoot off quickly. We were willing
to take out time. Perry had the stamina of a work horse. He stayed hard and
never lost his interest. Perry liked the fucking, not the orgasm. Chet shot
off easily, but his recovery time must have been less than five
minutes. His balls were regular cum factories, producing seemingly
inexhaustible supplies of man seed.

Chet was also the most totally anally oriented man I had ever met. His
openness to fuck or be fuck impressed even Freddy. Chet didn't seem to get
tired either. He told us it had been a long time since he had played with
anyone other than Perry and he wanted to make the most of this unexpected
outbreak of willing men.

Until this evening I had never associated sex with the word
comfortable. Sex had always been exceptional and I was embarrassed to talk
about it not to mention like it. Growing up as a child, I had hands, feet
and a head, but no one mentioned the cock. I thought it's primary purpose
was for aim. Since the storm had stranded this odd assortment of men in my
house, my cock had joined the rest of my body.

I had never thought of sex as a group activity before either. I guess the
evening would be best described as combination of musical chairs and
tag-team wrestling. If a cock was free, it was available. The group was a
bit like a basket of puppies, sleeping and playing together.

Chet and Perry fit in the group without trouble. I realized my initial
impressions of Bruiser and Freddy had changed. They were good men; both had
hearts of gold, Bruiser had a golden cock at least as far as my ass was
concerned.

Bruiser and I got together again after he was royally fucked by Perry. He
hadn't climaxed and so his cock was still hard and slipped in my ass
again. Perry and Chet were taking a rest period and watched us as Bruiser's
mushroom hit my prostate.

"Ain't that a pretty picture?" Chet asked. "I'm not sure any cock has ever
done that to me, even yours that first time." He came over to us, straddled
Bruiser's head and played with his tits. I was too far out of it, but soon
Chet was sucking me as Bruiser was working on his balls. I was overwhelmed
with sensation.

Chet sucked like a Hoover, trying to vacuum the cum from my balls. Bruiser
was trying to squeeze it out from the other direction. I was a bit
unsteady, so Perry came over and gave some support.

"Just let it go," Perry said. "I can tell you, Chet isn't going to let go
until he's tasted some of your cock caviar. He's a regular bull dong when
it comes to cock sucking. He never lets up." I don't like to be out of
control, but when Perry began twisting my tits, I lost it. I almost passed
out, but Perry was there to hold me.

Chet took every drop, then pulled off. "Shit, it was tasty and filling!"he
said. Chet and Perry lifted me off Bruiser's cock; I couldn't think
straight. As Bruiser's mushroom cleared my ass, I felt something warm
spraying my ass. Bruiser was shooting, bathing my hole with his cum. I
started ejaculating again, spraying Chet. Chet didn't mind at all. He did
get the idea I was some sort of a sexual athlete. That had never crossed
anyone's mind ever before.

I was lying on the floor on my side, trying to come down from the sexual
high. "I think a little of the hair of the dog that bit you is what you
need right now," Chet said. He got behind me and cuddled up. A second or
two later, his cock slid through Bruiser's cum and into my ass.

If it hadn't felt so good, I would have been pissed. It did feel good. Chet
was big, much bigger than Bruiser's cock, but it missed all the tender
places in my ass. He was hard enough to penitrate, but not to ram me. My
ass was filled with Chet's warm, gently pulsing organ, but I was pleasantly
stimulated. It was almost like having someone rub my back, except it was
with a cock and in my ass.

"You just relax and let Dr. Chet take care of you," he said. "Take a nap,
you'll wake refreshed and ready to go again." There was no chance in hell I
could do that with his cock in my ass. I fell asleep in seconds.

I had a strange dream of the classic train entering a tunnel, but in this
case the tunnel wasn't big enough. When I woke, Chet's cock was at 100% if
not 110%. As it expanded it hit a number of good spots. My ass twitched;
Chet moaned. He began to twitch and I knew he was ejaculating.

"Sorry," he whispered, "I couldn't hold back. Damn, this is hot."

"It was good for me too," I said as he slowly pulled his cock out of my
ass. I felt good and went upstairs to shower and clean up. Chuck and Ralph
were there. They had turned the steam on and were relaxing.

"Am I interrupting anything?" I asked.

"Not yet," Chuck said. "I'm willing enough, though."

"You mean you two haven't hooked up yet?" I asked. Ralph was on the bench,
but he sank to the floor and swallowed Chuck's cock.

"I was going to say not yet, but that has just changed," Chuck said. I
turned the shower on and left them to their own devices. Sean came in and
joined me in the shower. Ralph and Chuck were going at it hot and heavy
now. My cock was responding. Sean noticed this and he bent over, opening
his ass to me.  "Do we need some lube?" I asked in a whisper.

Sean chuckled. "Probably not," he said. "There should be enough lube and
cum in there to make it easy enough." His ass was tight, but
unresisting. Once I was in, Sean's love tunnel was smooth as silk, but
tight, like a tight fitting glove or spandex shorts.

I was being polite; Sean didn't excite me. My cock fell in love with his
ass. We both had a good time, but not as good as Ralph and Chuck. Ralph was
on his knees and Chuck was slowly plowing his ass. Ralph was a top as far
as I knew and Chuck must have inspired him.

Sean and I left the shower to rejoin the men downstairs. Everyone was
coming up.

"We figured we should get to bed before Santa get here," Guy said. "It's
time for us to recharge the gift that keeps on giving." That made sense to
me.

"There aren't enough beds, some guys are going to need to share," I
observed.

"I bet we'll find some way to deal with that," Sean said. I went downstairs
to make sure everything was turned off. The place had been straightened up,
everything was in its place and turned off.

When I went back up stairs, Bruiser was at my door.

"Is there room at the inn?" he asked.

"If there isn't, I'll make some. We might need to get real close," I
said. It was going to be a great Christmas.

The End