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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR ...
a story by CNJShore9
Yes, last night was a "happy new year" !!!!
I happen to have a `retreat house' upstate New York -- right on the border with Massachusetts and Connecticut -- nestled in the edge of the Berkshire mountains. It's really nothing but a small 2-bedroom bungalow, but it has lots of glass and I can sit back and enjoy the snowfalls when they occur.
Unfortunately, I wasn't here this morning. I was over in Schenectady at a friend's house when we woke up to an 8-10 inch covering of the white stuff. However, by the time I drove back to my house, it was still here and I spent most of the day just sitting on the front porch (glassed-in so it was quite warm) enjoying the sight and reading a few stories that I had printed off from "Nifty".
About 6pm I told myself "shit! This is no way to spend New Year's Eve!" so I dressed again and drove over to a local tavern and restaurant for a couple drinks.
Right after I got there (I was the first patron in the tavern at that point), four other guys walked in. I was sitting at the "L" shaped bar at the second stool along the bottom. The new guys' all sat along the vertical side -- one guy sitting at the last seat next to the "L" bottom. So we were in speaking range'.
Now I'm the kind that starts up conversations ... I hate to sit and drink "alone"... so, after a few minutes, "Mark" and I got to talking. Pretty soon the whole bar was in conversation -- including the hot young (yeah... female) bartender. Everyone (except me) seemed to know each other and they were discussing a couple of the other "bar regulars". It really felt close and friendly. ...but I had to also remember that this was a really rural, non-open-minded group and I had to be the macho, mucho, butch !!!
Now that's not to say that I'm not pretty much butch' all the time ... even being what I have now learned is not impossible -- to be a bottom ... but butch'. One day I'll have to tell you how many great guys I've lost out on by being `butch' when they were looking for a bottom and figured I was another top!!! ..anyway ... back to the story ...
I had been talking to Mark and a couple of the other guys when the door opened and in walked the Norse God !!!! He was about 6'2", blonde -- and had the nose and ears that bespoke of other `good parts' !!! When he sat down on Mark's left side I just resigned myself to not much more than an occasional drool.
A couple minutes later I noticed that he had not spoken to Mark, so I guessed that he was not a "local". That's when he ordered his beer and asked the (still female) bartender if he could borrow a pen.
When she said "sure" and reached in her pocket and handed it to him, I thought I would pass out on the spot!! His hand was big and his fingers were into the 5+ inch category!!
HOLY SHIT!!!!! If the ears, the nose, the hands and the fingers really are any indicators -- this guy had to be hung down to his long-legged knees !!!!! ...and those knees were a long way down!!!
He took the pen and reached into his shirt pocket to pull out a small piece of paper and wrote on it, putting it back in his pocket and pushing the pen back to inner edge of the bar.
...and just at that time, he half turned, looked me straight (pardon the interruption) in the eyes, and either smiled or had a lip twitch.
The next thing I knew, he stood up, picked up his beer, and moved to the stool on my right.
"Hey... You were here about a year ago!" he pronounced.
"Yeah..." I murmured -- caught between being recognized and the fact that I didn't really return the favor... "Yeah..."
"Acually, it wasn't at New Year's ... maybe a couple weeks later," he added. "You were on the same stool ... I was in the booth behind ... there," he continued, motioning with his head to the booth behind us.
Well... that answered the question as to how I could have possibly been in the same bar as he was -- without remembering him!!! ...but then he answered the other half ...
"Yeah... I remember you! ... I hope you don't mind."
There are spoken and unspoken messages ... But his last part made it loud and clear.
"No, I don't mind ... at all." I responded, hoping my message was just as clear.
"I saw you talking to Mark when I came in," he continued. "Do you know each other?"
"Well... Not really.. we were just talking as bar corners ..."
"Oh..." He sort of muttered.
I am usually very slow on the "uptake" .. but this time, I got it quick, loud, and clear...
"...but I think we are all on the same wave-length," I added.
Suddenly, I was enveloped in smiles.
"By the way ... I'm Gunthar", the tall guy said.
"What the fuck else!?!?" my mind said !!!!
..but my mouth said, "and I'm Peter, and I guess you know Mark..."
"Oh, yeah... I know Mark.. but... you live nearby?"
"Yeah... I'm over in ********. "
"Great... I've got some beer and a couple bottles. You `interested' ?"
"Interested" I thought .. "are you fuckin' nuts????? Between that big tall german and the hot Irish-looking Mark ( ... oh, yeah... he was about 5'9", maybe 175, nice wide shoulders, big biceps -- a rather typical "landscaper" guy) .. ask me about "interested" !!!
"I've got a bar-and-a-half at the house ... so.. let's go party !!!" I confirmed my interest and also gave an open invitation -- so it could go either way. "Follow me!" I added in my best old army infantry command.
... And they did!
The 3-car caravan ended up in my driveway and on the little part of the street next to my house.
"Neat!" Mark exclaimed as he stepped up and into the porch. "Nice place," he added, as I unlocked the front door and he went into the house itself.
I'm still not sure if he was just `making sounds' or if he was from some really local poor family, so I really didn't know how to respond. ... I know ... I grew up in a family that could barely afford the house we rented. And now, I've worked my way to a point that I actually own two houses -- and a time-share!! Pardon the patriotism, but "God Bless America!"
As we came in the house, Gunthar just asked, "where's the bedroom?"
Guess you could call him the "take charge guy" !!!
But Mark and I sort of stopped as we walked in the door.
I reached behind him and closed it, as he reached up, his arms encircling me, and his face moved toward mine.
As his lips glanced across mine, he whispered, "damn! You just don't know how much I wanted to do this!"
"No, I didn't," I whimpered. "But now you do!" I added.
I pushed him back against the closed door and did everything I could to swallow his tonsils and, if I could, his toenails from inside !!! I wanted to suck his balls up and lick them off his tongue!! I wanted to merge inside him and all over him outside as well...
That's when I felt the tap on my shoulder...
"Where's the bedroom?" I heard again. That's when I remembered the gorgeous giant behind me.
...and that's when my mind said "Holy, moly, Batman..." what do I do now????
Here I was ... totally content with the guy I was holding. Equally matched in size -- both stature and, as near as I could tell, from the swollen zipper in front of me. ..but then, there was that Jolly not-so-green Giant asking me for a bed !!!
"Fuck it !!! In for a penny... in for a pound!!!"
Grabbing Mark by his belt buckle, I pulled him down the hall to the bedroom. "This way," I nearly shouted to Gunthar.
"Big enough?" I asked to Gunthar, pointing at my California King, as he came into the room?
"We'll find out," he answered in his accented English.
"Last one naked is the primary top!" I hollered as I started to pull my shirt off over my head.
To me it was no issue... I just wanted to see what happened next.
Now, I was taking my time for a second ... but what I saw was unbelievable!! I swore they were both going to rip their clothes into shreds to get them off before they had to be the "last one".
Luckily, I was not wearing anything but sweat pants and a shirt (oh yeah, goin' commando)... so it didn't take me long to be in the altogether.
The other two had on jeans, shirts, underwear, ... and (fortunately) Gunthar was also wearing a really filled jock !!! It had to be size XL, but the pouch was stretched to damned near bursting.
Well ... shit ... It meant that I had to wait another 2 seconds before I was able to see the glorious package of really impressive meat and low-hangers .. but I had already seen the not-at-all undesirable bunch of bits that Mark had to offer.
By now, already excited, Mark was sporting a rather tasty looking 6+ inches of cut manhood standing out under a dark brown bush of pubic hair. His cockhead was nicely mushroom shaped with a flare that extended well beyond the width of his impressive shaft and he had a very delectable pair of balls underneath, hanging well below in their hairy pouch. I could have definitely spent a day or so just enjoying those treasures.
Being horny, impetuous, and `me' ... I dove forward and just sucked that beautiful cock into my mouth and into the edge of my throat. Mark let out a moan that sounded more like a foghorn as I shoved him back onto the bed!!
Then I pulled back and looked around to see what Gunthar was doing ... or should I say what Gunthar was wrestling with !!!!
I think they used something like that to whip slaves on the old Greek and Roman galleys .. or to just beat the drums !!! That big guy had to like boys!!! There is no female on earth that could take what he was swinging !!!
As I looked at that big, uncut, cock, he peeled it back and then pushed the skin back over the head. I almost fell over as I saw the drop of pre-cum glisten in the tear-drop shaped slit at the end of that bluish-pink bullet-shaped head. All I could think was, "shoot me with that baby ... shoot me... fuck me... send me over the edge !!!!"
"You like." he stated.
I just shook my head -- my mouth was dry as a bone and watering like a fountain at the same time.
"You want it too." he added.
I shook my head.
I watched as he slowly stroked it a few times and it grew to it's full glory of at least 10 or 11 inches of pink, throbbing, dripping, dick !!!
Long... rather thin... but totally rampant with a hot, pink, throbbing head... he pushed it downward so that it was parallel to the ground and began to move forward. Surprisingly, the foreskin had retracted behind the head and it looked like it was cut... the head was there in front, in all its glory, and the growing length had used up all the extra skin.
I was lying there with Mark... between his legs which were now on my shoulders... and with his hot jerking cock in my hungry mouth. I shifted again and spread my legs in open invitation to what I was hoping would soon be in the gap.
I felt it as he moved between my legs. I felt it as his cockhead slipped between my cheeks and its self-produced lube began to slide down my crack and prepare its own way into my tight, hot hole.
Yeah... I had a bottle of Astroglide in the bed table... but this guy didn't need it. He was making his own Superglide and spreading it all over the right places.
Then he punched forward!!!!
It wasn't like he had found the right place... it was more like the right place had found him!!! ...and suddenly he was tickling my adam's apple from the inside !!!
Now I have been fucked more than just a few times... but this was not a fucking ... this was something that has never -- and I'm sure will never again -- happen !!!! I don't know what that incredible and gorgeous cock was doing, but ... I started to suck on Mark's cock with the goal of sucking his eyeballs out of his skull. I began to pull and twist his balls and his left nipple as if I wanted to take them home in a tin box!!
He started to moan ... I started to scream ... and then I heard Gunthar start to make all sorts of deep animal sounds.
He pounded deeper and deeper into me. He reached under my arms and grabbed around my shoulders as he pounded yet deeper.
I had Mark's cock in my mouth all the way to the pubes. Sucking and slurping and humming...
Mark was bouncing his ass up off the bed to drive his cock ever so deeper. He was moaning and swearing and making unintelligible sounds... His head was flopping side-to-side... I was about to rip his balls right off, I was tugging so hard...
Then Gunthar shrieked, "I'mmmmmmm cummmmmminggggggg! Awwwwww... Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!"
I felt it as he double-drove that big cock into my hole and started to shiver, jerk, swell, and spew!!! Holy fuck... That guy had a fire hose with a side pumper !!! I swear I thought for a moment that he might be pissing, there was so much and it was so warm.
As Gunthar started to fill my hole, Mark just arched back, no sound other than a short squeak...but, ... His cock swelled in my mouth and started to pump!!!
Holy... Holy... shit !!!! I've been fucked and I have sucked .. but here it was in a double-do ... and I swear I've never had a single of either go that way !!!! Talk about fucked and filled !!!!
By the time they had both `finished' ... I was a total dishrag ... somewhere in there, I had, of course, shot my own load onto the bed covers, although I have no idea when... And I didn't even notice any fireworks...
We lay there together for a little while... then "they" both started with the "I gotta get home" shit ... and I just reached out to both of them and asked "why?" ...and, truthfully, neither one had a really good excuse (they weren't married) ... so I suggested .. "we had a great New Year's Eve ... Why not start off the New Year with something great' as well ? .. you can find out that I'm really a morning person' !!"
"Why not?" Gunthar asked as he walked into the bathroom and began to wet a wash cloth to clean himself off.
"Sure..." Mark agreed. "You got any plans for tomorrow?"
"I do now," I replied ... with a big grin on my face !!!!!
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