Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ho! Ho! Ho! 6 By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com

That afternoon I discovered a lot about friends, sex and friendly sex. That was true with everyone except Dean. With Dean, it was more than just friendly. The learning process began the night before with Scotty. Scotty wasn't the love of my life, but we had a good time. For Scotty, his cock wasn't for pissing or for baby making. It was for fun. He wanted to have as much fun as possible.

I know there are many for who pleasure are a one-way street. They are interested in their own pleasure exclusively. Scotty wasn't that type. He knew the more pleasure he gave, the more pleasure he received. He wasn't greedy and he didn't keep score. He realized sex was a two way street. While form time to time you might go north a lot, eventually you would go in the opposite direction. In the long run, everything would even out.

Scott had done one other thing the night before. I was tired and I managed to relax. Somehow, his cock seemed soothing as he explored my ass. I guess I hadn't bottomed enough to be comfortable. After the night with him, his cock slid into my ass effortlessly. I just let him do whatever felt good and it was good. I had nothing to do but react to his thrusts. It was pure sensation, without stress, or concern.

As a natural worrier, I was concerned the men at my house might not get along. It struck me that they were all adults; they could take care of themselves. I decided to let nature take its course. In some ways that was contrary to the Choir Directors oath to try to run everything, but I let it go.

A half hour later I could see all was well. I didn't need to be arranging things and directing things. After all, a redneck construction worker was hardly my dream date, but things worked out well for Scotty and me. I wouldn't have guessed that Duddy and Donnie would have hit it off. Scotty connected with Dean and I enjoyed Ralph.

For one night, we all forgot to do attitude or strike poses. We were just a bunch of ordinary men who got naked and had fun. I knew that some liked the top and others the bottom. We had a few cum hounds and others who were uneasy with man cream. That didn't seem to be a problem. We were six, fully equipped men with a taste for fun and experimentation.

In a one on one situation, you can be fucked or be fucked, suck or get sucked. With six, willing men the options exploded.

As Rusty plowed me, Donnie eased his cock into Rusty's ass. Donnie fed me his cock and then sucked me. From that position, he was able to watch Rusty's cock open my ass. Rusty moaned as Donnie's dong rubbed a good place in his ass.

Eventually I let the sensations take charge and I became transparent. Everyone knew what I was feeling and enjoying. No one pretended to be super macho, the emotions and the sperm flowed freely.

Rusty enjoyed watching Duddy fuck Donnie. Rusty tended to give a running commentary on Donnie's ass as he accommodated Duddy's fuck tool. He noticed Donnie opening up slightly in anticipation of the next thrust. He noticed that eventually Donnie's hole remained open after Duddy pulled out.

Rusty moved quickly and worked his cock into the open hole, much to Donnie's surprise and pleasure. When rusty shot off, Duddy was close enough to get his tongue into Donnie's ass when Rusty pulled out.

Duddy was in heaven. He was a geek and thought of himself as an outsider. He also saw himself as a short ugly man and though that as a disqualification for achieving sexual enjoyment. He was a full participant in the afternoon's revelries. He wasn't a second-class citizen and he wasn't rejected by potential playmates. Not only was he not rejected, his cock was welcome in the most masculine mouths and asses in the house.

He sucked everyone, and his ass welcomed anyone who wanted to visit. He had a problem being fucked and didn't associate fucking with pleasure. My house was filled with friendly, cheerful cocks with good attitude. Granted, cocks get excited and can be carried away, but Duddy didn't mind that.

Donnie was a massive construction worker, but he possessed a warm, welcoming ass. Once Duddy's cock popped through Donnie sphincter, Donnie understood fucking. No one though Donnie was less masculine because Duddy's member was in his ass. Donnie didn't think Duddy was a poor substitute for a real man's cock, like Rusty. For the first time Duddy saw sex as a mutual effort, not one man imposing his will on another.

Donnie moaned as Duddy's cock head rubbed his prostate. Duddy was overwhelmed with sensation when Donnie tightened his ass' grip on his cock. They were using each other to create shared pleasure.

The afternoon and early evening were made up of interludes of intense sexual play separated by relaxing with conversation and, of course, food. My collection of gift baskets and food was a challenge for the men. Some of the sex was one on one; the others were group an experience. We were friends and acquaintances, so there was no jealousy. More importantly, we all seemed to subscribe to the theory that all cocks are created equal.

Being naked in a group was a new experience for me. It had first happened at Rusty's party a week or two earlier. Being naked in my own home with five other men was actually a bit shocking. My gentile life with my parents and especially my later years with my mother clashed with the image of the naked men in my home.

I was surprised at how comfortable it was. I was at ease and enjoying it. Somehow, my own home had been off limits for a part of my life, the gay part. The good son and organist-music director part of me life took place in my house; the rest was elsewhere. I suddenly realized all of my life could take place at my house. I no longer needed to separate the parts into different locals for different activities.

I also was at ease being slutty and openly sexual. I had looked down on men who were over sexed. Now I wasn't too sure what oversexed meant. While I had never been even close to being over sexed, I was willing to try it.

Everywhere I looked, there was a naked man. He was either erect, or soft and dripping the remains of a recent orgasm. I had the impression that every mouth was willing to wrap it around my cock. Every man's asshole showed signs of recent use. I knew any one of them would open for me. I also knew I would willingly open for them

Scotty and Dean had a good time. I came from an environment where hiding your feelings was expected and I was uneasy with demonstrating my emotions. Dean was the same way. He though the other men would make fun of him if he showed how much he liked it. He told me that when he was a teen age he had shown hard in a shower room. The other kids made fun of him for the next two years. I pointed out that he had nothing to be ashamed of when he was hard, and most of the boys were half his size and they were probably jealous. That was true, but it didn't make Dean any more relaxed.

Dean was interested, enthusiastic, relaxed and most willing. Dean also didn't pretend to be above it all and aloof. I had seen Scotty as a plain old construction worker who liked sex. Scotty liked sex, and he understood it. He was always ready, but he had a knack for getting other men to join in his enthusiasm.

Dean and Duddy seemed liberated. They had been trapped in their own personal histories and self-images. They thought they were the consolation prizes for the men who couldn't get a better catch. Here they were just one of the guys. Granted, the guys were all horney and sex crazed, but they were all man and all gay.

As the night wound down, Donnie took Scotty home and Rusty left for another party. Duddy said he was tired and fell asleep. Dean and I were the last men standing. We went to the shower to clean up, and then got in my bed.

"I'm afraid I was a bit too slutty," I said. "I've never had a Christmas like this one?"

"Well, this was the best Christmas I had since I was eight and got a train set!" Dean said. "Things went downhill since then. My folks got divorced and it was never the same. Everyone here was so nice." He paused. "I think you were just slutty enough!"

I laughed. "That is a nice way to put it! Everyone was so willing; I was carried away."

"Me too," Dean said. "I'm still ready to go. By any chance, do you want to fuck me? You don't have to if you don't want to. I know my ass is used."

"Well, my ass flunked the virgin purity test too," I replied. "Who fucked you?"

Dean looked a bit sheepish. "Everyone did."

"Why don't you sit on my cock and tell me all about it?" I asked. Dean quickly straddled me and sat on my cock. There was no resistance what so ever. It was an easy entrance. My cock found itself in a warm and juicy quivering hole. Dean had been half-hard, but as I filled him. It turned rock hard.

"Damn, I think I can feel some of Rusty's special sauce!" I said.

"Shit you can tell that?" Dean exclaimed.

"Actually I can't. That was just a little joke," I explained. "Did Rusty seed you?"

Dean smiled. "He plowed and seeded me. I think it may be bumper crop next harvest," Dean replied. "I was afraid you might be insulted I took so many cocks."

I smiled. "I was doing the same. I'm not use to getting lucky, and this was my once in a lifetime day."

"I felt the same way. But I am sure hoping it occurs more than once in my life," Dean said. "Once a week might be too much, but monthly or quarterly would be real nice. Are you sure, you don't mind sloppy seconds? Technically it would be sloppy fourths."

"You certainly are nice and open," I said, "Just think of it as a testament to your popularity."

"You know, until you popped my cherry, fucking was an ordeal for me," Dean said. "You were bigger any anyone before. It should have hurt more."

"I try to be careful. Pain doesn't turn me on at all." As I was playing with his cock as he wiggled on my pole. Dean looked happy. "From this angle, you are a good looking man," I said.

"You mean with your cock in my ass," Dean asked, he was smiling. "I know I just a lumpy, clunk o a man."

"Well, I admit my cock had an opinion about you of its own," I replied. "I'm not so sure it cares what you look like." Dean squeezed his ass and bounced on my cock. I moaned. "I have a suspicion you haven't looked in the mirror lately. You aren't a Chippendale, but then again who is. You are a normal, good-looking man. Maybe you have a few extra pounds, but a good portion of that may be in your cock. It's a beauty."

"Guys use to make fun of me," he said.

"How many of them had bigger cocks than yours?" I asked.

Dean thought a little while. "I'm not sure any of them did," he replied. "I was so unhappy and embarrassed, I didn't notice."

We stopped talking and traded places. It was my time to sit on his cock. I was both tired and relaxed. I was just being polite and doing Dean a favor. The second his oversized knob rubbed my prostate I lost it. His cock hit the bull's-eye. I had no expectations and went crazy. It wasn't good; it was great.

Every movement of Dean's love pole was an unmitigated pleasure. The afternoon's frolics must have made my ass sensitive to every movement. The slightest twitch or thrust sent shivers of pleasure through my body. For the next half hour, I was Dean's plaything. I wanted no more than to react to his cock.

I didn't know sex could be that good, and had no idea it could last. I finally collapsed on the bed exhausted. I essentially passed out. I woke once during the night. He eased his cock into me again and fucked me back to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, Dean was sucking me as Duddy pumped his cock in my ass. I felt like I was attached to a human milking machine. Duddy's slow thrusts excited me and Dean lapped up the results of the excitement. Duddy wasn't fucking me as much as he was massaging my prostate. Dean shifted so I could suck him and he sucked me. We stayed on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like hours. I assume it must have been closer to a half hour in reality.

I was almost asleep again when Dean filled my mouth with his cream. That was enough to inspire my cock. We must have traded every drop of our man juices. I was afraid Duddy was left out, but he assured me later he had not just been playing utility. He had shot off a few times as he pumped my ass.

They had to go since Duddy was due at another party. They were nice enough to clean up my house. I had the next week off so I had nothing to do.

The next day I called Dean to see if he wanted to come over for dinner. He was willing and spent the night. Six months later, he moved in. sometimes Santa can leave some unexpected things in your stocking.