Catfish's Christmas Cheer 3
by Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
George moaned and twitched as I pumped gently. I entered him at the perfect time. His ass was still open from Tim's fucking. I slipped in and George's ass returned to its normal diameter. Tim must have shot a quart or two of his man seen into his quivering man hole. George was both exceptionally tight and exceptionally slick.
Every inch of my cock was in contact with his tender ass lining. As I pumped, his ass molded itself to my cock. I was totally relaxed, except for my cock. Normally I get tense, since I like to hold off the orgasms as long as possible. This time I wasn't worried at all. I'd pop when I popped and George would have no problem with some extra seed in his hole.
As we played, my cock got more and more sensitive. I had the odd feeling my brain was migrating from my head to my cock head. I glanced at George and realized his brain was now in his genitals. Most probably in his prostate. I was churning away in George's ass. I got disoriented and stopped for a few seconds.
George noticed that and began to rotate his ass. For a while he caressed my cock with his ass. When sex is really good sometimes it hard to tell who is fucking whom. He twitched and I gave him a hard poke. His cock all but exploded. He had a four-alarm orgasm. Mel was nearby and he swooped in to take George's spewing cum. Mel was shy, but apparently the chance to eat his pal's sperm was too much for him to resist.
While George had an explosive orgasm, mine was in slow motion. His twitching ass pushed me over the edge. I had forceful ejaculations, but they were spaced with a maybe ten or twenty seconds between them. I knew George could feel them since he twitched in response to every shot. When I pulled out, I was still shooting. Buck was watching and he liked that.
I collapsed on the bed exhausted. I dozed off. When I awoke, the room was quiet. Apparently everyone needed a rest period. The heat was still going full blast so no one was in the beds. They were on the bed, naked with relaxed cocks. Cocks had withdrawn into the foreskins for those of us who were uncut. The cut men's cocks no longer had shiny knobs. It was a pretty, sort of like those old pictures of a sultan's harem. Of course we were all men, but there was the same sense of quiet.
After the interlude with George, I should have been drained, but I was sure my balls were refilling at a good rate. Uncle Buck was next to me on the bed. He opened his eye half way and smiled when he saw me. His cock was well enshrouded in thick foreskin. I could see the bulge of his knob. There was a glimmer of man juice at the puckered end of his skin. I leaned over and took the skin into my mouth and then sucked it into my mouth.
When I worked my tongue into the skin I soon tasted his ball juices. I also moved a finger toward his hole. I knew his ass had been well used by Buster, Bubba and Butch, but he shifted is leg so I could get to it easier. I thought this guy was into sex big time. We switched to the 69 position. He licked me as I took care of his meat. From this angle I got a good view of his ass. His hole was nice and clean, pink and swollen from use. I licked it. There was a slight taste of cum. I wondered which of his nephews had made the deposit. They all fucked him, but I didn't know how many shot off. As I licked Buck's cock got hard again. I was thinking what a horn dog Buck was and then I laughed to myself. They had all fucked me earlier. My hole was well stretched. No one was more of a horn dog than me.
"Am I the only one here who hasn't fucked you today?" Uncle Buck whispered.
"I think that's right," I said. "Are you feeling deprived?"
"Deprived isn't the right word. You made Skeeter a happy man," Buck said. "It funny. I like sex a lot, but I've rarely been fucked and never by the boys. Skeeter likes it in the ass so much I had gotten into a rut."
"Was your play with Buster, Butch and Bubba part of that rut?"
"Shit no!" Buck replied emphatically. "I don't believe I did that, and I don't believe I enjoyed it so much. For years I've watched them play with Skeeter and told them what to do. I've told them what feels good, but never sucked them, not to mention fuck with them. I'd forgotten how good it tastes and smells. I'd forgotten how good it feels to have a cock using your prostate as a punching bag."
"I tasted some cum in your hole. Whose was it?"
"It was Bubba. I took Buster's cream in my mouth and Butch shot off when he sat on my cock. I tasted some of that too."
"That's a lot of cream for one day." I remarked. I was getting horny, so I straddled him and sat on his cock. He was thicker than I thought, but I had the poppers nearby and took a snort. Buck took a good whiff too. My sphincter gave up the fight and Buck's bulbous member slipped in easily.
"Damn it's good," I moaned. I rotated my hips to get it a better position. Suddenly I was feeling like a teenager with my Uncle Jake's cock in my hole. Jake was a little longer and Buck was a little thicker, but the sensations were the same. I don't know if there can be something like a nostalgia fuck, but that was what I was feeling. My prostate sat on his cock head. I just twitches as the two organ rubbed. The rest of the men were sleeping, so Buck and I had our own private and very quiet fuck. A few times Buck's meat hit exactly the same place Uncle Jake did. It was lovely.
We weren't really fucking, although the end result was the same. It was more like an anal massage. I wiggled and bounced a little as I sat on his cock. He was relaxed, but he eventually tensed up I felt a tickling in my ass as he gave my prostate a sperm bath. A little later he was face down on the bed when I mounted him. It took a few shots of Jungle Juice to achieve that, but once I was in Buck was just fine. I spent a while slow pumping. Bubba must have shot a big load, since it was nice and slippery. My single eyed bull head freshened things up with pre cum, and all was well. I think Buck dozed off a few times, as did I.
A phone rang in the middle of the night. Buster answered it. I heard only half of the conversation, but we were going to be getting some more company. The rescue squad was out on a call and had crashed a quarter mile from the motel. They had chains and were going slow, but ended in a ditch anyway. The squad wasn't going to risk sending a crew to get them until it was safer. The ditch was water and ice filled and the men need to get warm.
It was 2:00 in the morning, and we were the only place available. We all got dressed, or partially dressed and waited for the crew to appear. It took them 20 to 30 minutes to get the quarter mile to the motel. We went out to get them and all got wet again.
The three men were wet and freezing cold. Two of them men, Eddie and Robbie, were beefy, bear types. They were wearing just a jacket and shirt. I guessed they were normally comfortable in cold weather. The third guy, Tommy, was small and thin. He had a heavier coat, but didn't have the bigger men's body fat to keep him warm.
We got them out of their wet clothes and into the shower. The head man, Eddie, was worried about Tommy, but the small man perked up under the warm water. Tommy was shorter than I am, so he was borderline dwarf. They were so cold, they didn't seem to notice they were naked in a group of ten men. In a small community like New Vista, everybody knew everyone. Buck seemed to be the chieftain of the local tribe. He had been in the squad for 40 years and was retired from it now. I guessed he had encountered a mandatory retirement problem.
Tommy perked up quickly, but Robbie was a bit dopey. He had fallen in the water and was wet from head to toe. After the hot shower, we piled some blankets on him. He was still cold. After a half hour Robbie warmed up and all was well.
Once things calmed down I got a good look at our visitors. Eddie was a ginger bear. His reddish-blond hair was mixed with white. The white was spreading form his beard downward. There was a white v shape on his chest with the point aimed as the treasure trail to his bush. He had compact balls and an uncut cock. His cock head and balls were the same size. Robbie was a big, black bear. With a close cropped beard, he was smooth but muscular. His sported big balls in a low hanging ball sack and black snake. His skin was chocolate colored. But his cock was coal black. He was cut and his knob was pink and pretty. He was a former master sergeant in the army.
Tommy was a surprise. He was clean shaven, but very hairy below the neck. Pint sized like me, god had given him full sized, if not over sized genitals. I felt a kinship with him. Tommy was a florist and had a lisp. I found out he had received several commendations for bravery. You don't expect to have a diminutive, somewhat effeminate man to be brave, but Tommy was aggressive and fearless.
I assumed the arrival of the three men meant the end of playtime for the rest of us. Tommy was obviously a member of the fraternity, but I didn't know about Eddie and Robbie. Eddie was a good friend of Uncle Buck. I knew all of my Uncle Jake's good pals were playmates too, but didn't know if Uncle Buck had the same relationship with his friends. I did notice no one made any effort to get dressed again. We were all naked or damn close to being naked. I'm not shy so I was naked.
Skeeter was near me. "Nice looking guys, are any of them playful?" I asked.
He smiled. "Eddie and Tommy are," he whispered. "I don't know about Robbie. Tommy told me he's been trying out some dark meat recently." He looked at me uncertainly. "Do you have a problem with dark meat?"
"The meat may be dark but the milk is all white," I said.
"You've tasted it?"
"I sure have."
"I'm not sure anyone here had done it, but I don't think it will be a problem," Skeeter said. "It might add a little spice." I noticed I got an admiring glance from Eddie and Robbie was checking me out too. Robbie came over and we chatted. He was standing and I was sitting on the bed so I was at his pink knob's level. I licked my lips a few times. When I looked up, he smiled. Robbie was nice enough to firm up some and he oozed a little bead of precum from his slit. It bean to drip, connected by a thin line of precum. I intercepted the precum with my finger and licked it up. Robbie really smiled then.
It was still early morning and we went to bed again. We were dramatically short on beds so we all had to share. I was in a bed with Ronnie and Butch. This turned out to be a good arrangement. For a while, Robbie and I nursed each other's cocks. His pink knob tasted even better than it looked. After a while Buster nosed his cock into my ass. Buster didn't last long and he shot off in my hole. Ronnie was nice enough to clean up my hole afterwards. It was restful in it's own way. The room was quiet, but there were still slurping sounds. There was no question what was going on in our bed. I fell asleep.
When I woke there was light filtering in from the windows. For some reason I thought it might have warmed up over night and the ice would be gone, or melting. I was 100% wrong. It was an ice palace outside. It was pretty, but the road looked like a mirror. The glare was terrific. There wasn't a car or vehicle to be seen. We had a flurry of phone calls with family and friends. No one even suggested we should try to get on the roads. The EMTs called in to dispatch. Nothing was moving. It was 22 outside and there was no chance of melting until afternoon. We were stuck.
We had a breakfast of gift food from my trunk. That was much appreciated. Bourbon for breakfast was a hit as was the spiral ham, pound cake and Christmas cookies. We were all in a good mood considering the situation. It was also nice that no one felt the need to get dressed. Several guys complained how hot it was, but I knew that was an excuse for staying naked. I also notice several men who had shorts on the night before were naked now. That group included Uncle Buck, Buster and Skeeter.
By the time we finished eating and having a few shots of breakfast Bourbon, we were all naked and no one was completely soft. Thirteen men in two small motel rooms meant there was a cock everywhere you looked. I will say Skeeter, Tommy and Dan took the lead. They were approaching the half staff level. Robbie, Uncle Buck and I were close behind.
"That was a damn good breakfast," Robbie said. "The cookies reminded me of being a kid, but with the booze, I felt like a bad teenager sampling the Egg Nog."
"I miss having presents to exchange though," Tommy said.
"You have a nice present between your legs," Buck said. "I like a man who's not afraid to show morning wood. It's a pretty thing to see." Then he looked at me. I was on the bed sitting against the head board, my knees were up and you could see both my cock and hole. He reached a finger over and played with my ass. "I like to see a guy's ass too. Poor Catfish is a bit puffy and swollen from being used so much, but that just makes it a tighter fit."
"Well if you want a gift from me, you'll have to work for it," Tommy said. "All my presents are still in my balls." Tommy was sitting on the bed. Buck was standing next to him. Tommy leaned forward and licked Buck's meat. It was as if he had said, read, set, go!
Robbie was a man magnet. He was in a pile of men with his cock in Dan's ass and Buster standing on the bed so Robbie could suck him. The pink knob was deep in Dan. Dan moaned when it slid in. You could tell he loved it. Dan's hole had been relatively unused, and I was surprised at how easily the black cock entered.
I was in a hot 69 session with Eddie. It wasn't quite the 69 position. I was sucking his cock while he had his tongue in my ass. That worked pretty well. Apparently Eddie didn't mind a tenderized ass. He had a fire plug cock and was leaking like a mountain stream in flood.
Next to us Tommy was on his back and had his legs in the air and his ass was winking at guys as they passed. "Tommy would love to take you cock, would you mind?" Eddie asked. "You'd make his Christmas."
I was willing enough, so I disentangled from Eddie and stepped up to the plate.
"That's an awfully small hole," I said as I fingered the tight ass.
Eddie smiled. "Let me worry about that." he said, apparently unconcerned. Eddie lubricated me and I eased my cock head into Tommy's quivering ass. I was one size too big for Tommy, but that was the way Tommy liked it. Tommy would have been a terrible poker player, but a great silent movie star. You could tell everything he felt or thought. I would guess it was a 30-70 split between trying to figure out how to get more of my cock in his ass, and enjoying it as it went deeper. Even when it hurt some, he remained rock hard.
Robbie was fucking Buster from the right hand side of the bed. I was fucking Tommy from the left hand side. We attracted a crowd. Tommy was vocal about his passion. Several of the men had a wager as to whether he could take my entire cock. Tommy was doing his best to take it all. Every inch was hard, but I'd take a rest every two or three inches, and Tommy would be ready for more.
Buster tended to be the strong silent type, but Robbie's black man rammer seems to have changed that. I don't think he could control his reactions. Soon Buster wasn't shy at all about how good things were. I didn't know if it was the size of Robbie's cock or the forbidden fruit aspect of getting fucked by a black man that did the trick, but Buster was doing a good imitation of a first rate bottom pig.
Robbie and I shared similar techniques. We both were aiming for an orgasm, but we knew the longer it takes to get there, the better it will be. We take out time. He spent time popping his knob through Buster's sphincter. I do that too since the tight sphincter feels good as it rubs the tender area at the place where the flare of the cock head connects to the foreskin.
Buck, Bubba, Eddie and Mel liked watching this too. I'm not much of an asshole man, but some guys are into it big time. It is odd since it is both very tender and very muscular. Cocks are always hanging out and visible when you are naked. You can spend a lot of time in a gym shower room and never see an ass hole.
No man is more naked than when he's on his back, spread eagled with a cock probing his ass. As I said, Buster and Tommy were really into it as was our audience. They were all rock hard and drooling. Precum shimmered on every piss slit. Eddie and Buck's cocks were coated in drool. Eddie was nice enough to let Buster suck him. Buster's cock twitched when he tasted his uncle's cock juices. The combination of incest in his mouth and inter racial sex in his ass was hot.
Remarkably, while we were all near the edge of an orgasm, no one popped. Robbie pulled out once and spurted a single glob od cum, but he was able to control it. I pulled out too,since seeing him shoot was a bit to inspirational for me. Dan slipped into Buster's ass to fill in for Robbie. Mel Took my place in Tommy.
What happened next was a mutual gang bang. A gang bang is not quite the right word. It was a Whitman's sampler of sex. Guy's sampled their pals' ass holes. Some times a guy would start pumping pile driver style, but more often it was a friendly poke and play. We had been in the room for 18 hours byt now, every one had fucked and been fucked and we were all happy about it.
No one had tightly clenched buns. Every hole had been popped and stretched at least once, and many of us had fun with several guys. I was surprised at how many men took either my meat or Robbie's cock. All was going well until I mad a returned visit to George's ass. He was even better the second time. I began to shoot, and when I did I set off a chain reaction orgasm. With in a minute and a half there was sperm spurting everywhere.
At noon the sun came out and by 3:00 the ice was gone. We went on our way. Mom had dinner ready when I got home. I got a lot of sympathy for getting trapped in the storm. I said it wasn't that bad. That was an understatement. It was a Merry Christmas after all.