Christmas London 1942 6
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.
The day started with the excitement of a full English style breakfast. We had eggs, bacon, toast marmalade and all that one remembered from the pre war period. Where they found the bacon, I don't know, but it was good. In deference to our continental friends we had croissants and cafe-au-lait instead of tea.
Angus appeared in full highland regalia to distribute gifts. The socks were greatly appreciated as were the scarves. We were out doors all the time and needed to keep warm. Pavel and Louis were astounded by the overcoats. They had escaped with only suit coats. They were moved. Templeton had found some rubberized Wellingtons. We past them around and they fit Jan, Etienne and Evan.
In short it was a pleasant and festive morning. Wally had to go play the organ at a nearby church. Dan, Pavel, Evan and Etienne went along with him. Those who remained, began to prepare dinner. It was a cheerful and pleasant day, especially when compared the the somber Christmas days of 1940 and 1941.
When the church going group returned they brought another guest. Evan had run into Donald MacDonald, the archaeologist who had introduced him both to excavation and man sex. MacDonald was working for Military Intelligence and was in London after a stint in North Africa. MacDonald was nearing 70, but was vigorous and weathered. His deep bronze tan contrasted with our pale English completions.
I tend to be a shy and reticent man. It's hard for me to make friends. After five minutes of meeting the men, Donald was a part of the group. As far as I could tell he spoke a goodly portion of the languages of the known world. He seem to know a passable amount of Czech and Polish, thus he was an immediate hit with Jan and Pavel.
He of course loved my shower and tub and stripped naked in front of the men as he bathed. Evan had said Donald possessed an oak tree like cock and it was indeed massive. He remained in a state of semi-erection. That too did nothing to reduce his attractiveness. He and his countryman Angus MacAffee hit it off immediatly. Soon Angus and Donald were in the tub with several men clustered around the edge talking.
We were going to eat at mid day and dinner was nearly cooked. We had brought the dining table from upstairs down and had set it with the good china and silver. In the brick vaulted crudeness of the basement it looked spectacular. The dinner was a great success. It seemed extravagant in the midst of war time austerity, but it was quite wonderful. The conversation in at least three languages was energetic and spirited.
As dinner ended Angus rose and proposed a toast to the King. That was heartily seconded, then to Christmas, and then to absent friends.
Louis rose an offered a toast to Mr. Churchill, President Roosevelt and General De Gaul. He then proposed a toast to me, for giving them a home. I was most touched. Dinner broke up and Jan and Pavel did the dishes. It was a most successful day.
Donald had a surprise of his own. Somehow, concealed in his clothes, he had two bottles of very fine Scotch. He produced them as an after dinner drink. That was a treat. Etienne had more pastries for desert. Angus had been back in his highland dress during dinner, but after dinner he stripped most of it off. It was warm and comfortable in my basement.
The combination of good food and drink in the company of sexually driven men was inspirational. I remembered Evan telling me Donald was a nudist. I soon came to the realization he was a nudist and an exhibitionist. He told us a story of his exploits with a tribe in the Sudan that captured him and wanted to sacrifice him after they after they amputated his genitals.
Somehow he managed to convince them his cock was more useful and entertaining attached. He got them into a sperm shooting contest that he won handily. "The old blunderbuss," he said as he fondled his meat, "It's not pretty, but it's good for distance. It's funny, I discovered that as a young lad with my mates. I could always shoot a foot or two further any anyone else. My best mate, Nigel, said that was nice, but not that useful! I finally proved him wrong." There was general laughter.
"The primitives were dazzled," Donald continued. "If I won the competition I had the right to castrate one of them. I found the youngest man there and swallowed his cock whole. The had a long, black snake. They thought I was going to bite it off. I sucked him off instead. He was the Chieftain's son and he appreciated the gesture. We were all mates after that. I think I must have swallowed a year or two's supply of man seed before I got away."
"Is that the way you get to be a pal with your mates?" Dan asked.
"Only when I'm lucky!" Donald replied. Everyone laughed. Donald had a way of telling the story so it was ribald, rather than vulgar. He loved cock and sex and his enthusiasm was contagious. I realized I tended to think of the cock as an utilitarian organ for elimination and procreation. For Donald it was the organ of creation and of joy. It was the visible and handy symbol of fertility. "Where there's a cock, there's a future and a chance for enjoyment. God made man in a most wonderful way!" he said.
As a joke, Louis asked if this was a normal Christmas story in England. The men laughed.
"Well it not a Night Before Christmas classic," Wally said. "But it might be better if it was. Christmas is a festive time at the darkest season of the year. For the Romans sex at the Saturnalia was at the core of the celebration. As a good Churchman, I'm not advocating sex on the altar, but having a good time with your friends afterwards, seems perfectly acceptable to me."
"Is that with your friends or in your friends arse?" Johnnie asked. There was another burst of laughter. Wally stood and dropped is pants. "With my friends, in my friends, and to be quite direct, I wouldn't mind having my friends in me!" With that comment he bent over exposing his ass.
A few minutes later I was with Louis, Donald and Dan. Dan and I were sucking Louis and Donald, then we traded places. Donald was sucking me when a finger reached to my arse. Donald was a fast worker. Soon I was on my back on a bed with his cock buried deep in my ass. He went deeper and stretched me wider than anyone before, but I was more than ready for it.
With each deep thrust of his cock waves of sensation swept over me. It was wonderful. All four of us were involved. Dan fed Donald his cock and Louis fed me his. Louis cock juices were flowing and they seemed to even further enhance my excitement.
Just when I was about to climax, Donald pulled out and Dan took his place in my arse. His smaller cock let me get in control again. Donald had primmed the pump and Dan felt wonderful. Much to my surprise Donald was on the bed next to me. Louis was enjoying his bum. The cock juices I had just been sucking from Louis's cock were now lubricating Louis's way in Donald's hole. Donald was most appreciative.
We changed positions again. This time my member was in Donald's ass. Donald's ass was an anatomical wonder. I hadn't even considered to possibility that an ass could express emotion, but Donald's ass must have been directly connected to his brain. It welcomed me. It caressed me. It kissed me. It quivered and twitched and shivered in response to my movements. When I bent over to kiss him and Louis eased his cock into my whole. When his large bloated knob rubbed my hyper excited prostate I almost passed out in pleasure. I stood up, but Louis was shorter than me, and his cock remained in my ass.
Dan then straddled Donald and sat on his cock. Dan was small and his eyes glazed over as Donald's tree trunk filled his behind, for a short while the four of us formed a single sexual organism. There were four erect cocks. We were linked cock to ass and any movement of one of us was transmitted to the other members of the quartet.
When I said we formed a single sexual organism. I mean all of us had opened our bodies to the others sexual use. I wanted them to enjoy me, and they wanted me to enjoy them. Sexual desire formed a fog that enveloped all of us in a sensual haze.
Of course it couldn't last long. I'm not sure who was the first to climax, but soon we had all exchanged sperm. There was an odd sense of equilibrium. As I drained my balls into Donald, Donald filled Dan and Louis filled me. We broke apart, exhausted. I would have thought such and intense sexual and emotional experience would have left us drained. We went to the shower and cooled down.
Afterward I expected to want to rest and relax. Quite frankly, my cock had other needs. Dan went off to be with Johnnie. Donald saw Angus eying us from the other side of the room. "Have you taken that Scottish love pole?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I think it's too big."
"It's not too big for me,"Donald replied decisively. He put his arm around my shoulder. "I would be willing to bet it's not too big for you either. You took me easily and enjoyed it, I think."
"That's an understatement."
"Some men like to be tickled by a cock. They like a cock to rub their nut and give it a workout. Others like to be stretched and filled to the limit. They like the pressure and the sense that every inch of their arse is in touch by another man's cock. That's they way I am. That's the way you are."
"Are you sure?" I asked uncertainly.
"Gussie, you may not believe this, but my virgin days are well behind me," Donald replied. "I could feel you react to my meat. You weren't just excited, you were on the cusp of ecstasy. " I didn't want to agree with him, but it was true.
Angus said he had a radar like sense about sexual tastes. He honed in on us and joined in the conversation. "I noticed you men seem to have hit it off," Angus observed. "It looks like there is still some gas in your tank. I'd like to join you after I shower."
As he showered Templeton joined Donald and me. We watched Evan and Pavel play and Johnnie and Dan go at it. Evan was in a chair and Pavel was in the floor making love to Evan's member. I watched as Evan had an orgasm. Pavel took the load, and then continued the single minded worship of Evan's member. Pavel remained fully erect throughout. Johnnie and Dan by contrast were old friends. They were in the 69 position, but eventually Johnnie's thick member found its way to Dan's hole. By the look on Dan's face, repetition had not reduced the effectiveness of Johnnie's cock as an instrument of pleasure.
Donald looked on Evan as a success. He had taught him the mechanics of man to man sex and Evan had mastered all the skills. "We had a good three weeks of training in the desert," Donald said.
"Evan told me about it," I said. "Apparently you had several Arab helpers."
"He told you about that too?"
I nodded. "Actually we had just got to that point in the story when we lost our train of thought."
"He likes to talk when he's dancing on a cock," Donald said as he smiled. "The second the cock head clears his sphincter, he wants to talk. The Sheik loved Evan and the old Arab knew a few tricks that were new to me. It was a normal rite of passage for the old men in the clan to screw young men. When your beard began to grow and your cock was full grown, your Uncle or your father's best friend would shoot their seed into the depths of your bum as a way to give the lad their strength. It was one of those tribal things that predated Islam." As Donald talked, Templeton's hand strayed to Don's cock and fondled it. That didn't interfere with the story.
"Officially that was the only time that was supposed to happen. Once was not enough for some of the men. Our encampment was a place for the elders to get away and have some fun away from the prying eyes of the less tolerant members of the tribe. The Imams didn't like it at all."
"The men had made do with me and Evan's Dad, but Evan was just the right age and I had already broken him in. the Sheik loved him as did is entourage. As you can well imagine, fucking your nephew can be a high stress situation. Some would like it and some didn't. Some liked it, but weren't too partial to having their uncles do it."
"Evan liked it and had no problem with the Sheik, or his family. They thought they had just won the Irish Sweepstakes. I was a little afraid Evan might wear out from over use, but I had forgotten the sex drive of a teen aged lad. Evan rose to the occasion. The Sheik and his brother had long curved cocks with mushroom knobs. Evan liked those. All of them had goat balls and shot spectacular loads, so Evan's arse was well lubricated."
By now Angus had rejoined us. He sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. Normally he struck me as a vigorous Scots Engineer, or a Highland Chieftain. For some reason, today he struck me as a Santa Claus like figure. His white beard seemed bushier and more full than usual. I had never thought of Santa as being horse, or reindeer hung, but that only added to the attraction.
"The Father in law, Omar, and his sons, Ali and Abdul, were hung like horses. They were to get Evan when the Sheik got tired, but the Sheik had the stamina of a bull elephant. Omar and Ali took care of me. Omar was the keeper of the clan's tradition. In earlier times he would have been a priest or shaman. They had never visited me before and were most pleased to discover I had no problem taking their cocks. They were big boys, not as big as Angus here, but big none the less.
"Now I'm well experienced, and Omar wasn't use to an experienced man who could easily take and enjoy a cock and he loved it. He'd never experienced tight, but willing before. This seemed to stir up memories of ancient ceremonies and rites in Omar. The ceremonies had been open and in public in ancient times. Now they were secret and hidden.
Omar saw an opportunity to renew the cycle of rites. Needless to say, they were fertility ceremonies, but this clan seemed to be strongly oriented to the male side of fertility, Pirapis, not Venus. The cock and its issue were the focus of their tradition. A large cock drooling seed was the ultimate expression of the life force."
Templeton was now nursing on Donald's cock. He looked up, "Did women play no role in their thinking about fertility?" He returned to his task. Donald was fully erect.
"Yes and no," Donald replied. "They knew women were essential for birth, but they had very hard lives in the desert. Birth was dangerous and overpopulation was a grave danger too. Women became precious objects, to be protected and used only sparingly. All the extra seed the men made in their balls didn't go to waste. It was to be shared with their friends."
I was on a cot. I got on the floor and took Angus's member into my mouth. He was soft so I could take it all into my mouth. I worked my tongue into the skin and tasted the sweet product of his balls. As soon as my tongue licked his knob, the flow started again. By know I knew what that meant. He was ready. So was I.
Angus was soon fully erect. I desperately wanted it in my ass. He got on the cot and told me to straddle him, then sit on it. Etienne had some oil and he coated Angus, then worked some into my ass. I sat back and balanced on his cock head. Etienne had a small ampule. He broke it open and held it to my nose and told me to inhale.
It wasn't a pleasant smell. A few seconds later a wave of emotion crashed over me, my ass opened and Angus's cock slid into me. While it was huge, suddenly it wasn't big enough. I wanted it all. I felt a twinge of pain when the knob popped through, but the rest of the cock was easy. The pain vanished as the cock went deep.
I didn't know it was possible to feel so much. I went to the moon and back, then I wiggled my arse and went there again. I don't know how long I was on the love pole. It seemed to be forever.
For the first time in my life I didn't care how I looked, or what other people were thinking of me. Angus was in it with me. During the next half hour we explored every way his cock could get into my ass. There were a lot more than I had guessed, or even dreamed about. Angus made one deep final thrust and I sprayed the room with my seed. Angus was twitching in my ass. Both of us were drained.
When I regained me senses, I looked around the room and expected to see everyone staring at me. No one seemed to be at all concerned. Actually, everyone was occupied doing the same things I had been doing. In some ways we were like Donald's Arab clan, all erect and either fucking, or still drooling man seed.
It was wonderful. Jan saw me standing and he sucked the remains of my orgasm from my cock. It was getting late and Johnnie made sandwiches. We talked and then resumed our activities. You would think a orgy would be a wild and crazed event. By every standard we had an orgy that night, but it didn't seem that way.
We were friends and comrades sharing what we had. We were giving and sharing pleasure. We explored mutual sexual pleasures. Everyone was open and willing. Everyone gave and received. It was cozy and comfortable. We tried many things and enjoyed them all.
At one time I thought of Angus and Evan as libertines. They were attractive and good men, but libertines. Now I saw them as prophets. I now knew they understood and saw life in a different way than I had seen it. It was a more joyful and happy life than I envisioned. In some ways I defined my life from what I didn't do, rather than what I did.
I was a bit like one of those odd American Prohibitionists who define themselves by not drinking, not smoking, not swearing and not dancing. What exactly do they do? Angus love to work, to solve structural problems, to make friends and and be an all around good man. He also liked sex and had a way to get his friends to enjoy it as much as he did. I was one of those men.
By the time I went to sleep that night, I felt like a new person. Perhaps the disaster of the War made me rethink my life. I was doing nasty, dirty work and loving it. I had lost many of my friends and much of my family, but I had found fellowship and brother hood with a group of strangers. I had found meaning and pleasure in the middle a of nightmare.
As I dosed off to sleep Templeton got in bed with me. "Do you think you could take one more cock tonight?" he asked. I answered him by moving my legs so he could get in easier. He carefully nosed his member into my ass. When he discover I offered no resistance, he slid his massive cock in deep.
"Is that lubricant or cum?" he asked as he slipped in.
"Cum," I said.
"It feels good. Whose is it?" Templeton said.
"Just about everyones," I said.
"It's nice." he remarked.
"Yes it is," I replied.