Old Saint Nick
Part 8
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
Christmas Eve turned out to be quite a day. Our cook had bought enough food for an army and I was annoyed she had been so lavish until I woke up on the 24th. When I looked out my window, I saw 4" of snow covered the ground and the white stuff was falling at a good rate.
I hadn't been paying any attention to the weather reports. A large storm descended on us from the north. All planes to the north were cancelled and automobile traffic was at a standstill. You couldn't travel north or west of Richmond. When I went to bed on the 23rd, I thought we would have a handful of guests for Christmas. By noon on Christmas Eve we had a dozen men coming, stranded by the storm.
Christmas at the Abbey traditionally had been a somber affair. Abbot Frederick liked to combine the birth of Christ with Good Friday meditations on death. I vowed to make this a more cheerful event.
Our cook could not get in, but Butler and Julian came to our aid. Julian was a good cook and Butler had worked in a restaurant. They offered to take care of the meals.
Bruno appeared. He had been planning to go see friends in New York. He didn't think much of our decorations, so he went off to a drug store and bought a slew of quarter priced items. It was a mixed bag of oddly assorted decorations. Chuck came over and began rearranging the odd items. A hour later the Abbot's living quarters looked suitably festive.
He was helping with the decorations at when several of my "Elves" appeared. Buster, Buzzard and Buddy were the most grizzled and bearded of the men in the photograph. I didn't know them well, but they were at the building site doing carpentry of other work every time I visited. Cleaned up they looked barely more presentable. They were obviously uncomfortable. I guessed they didn't want to spend Christmas alone, but they weren't sure the Abbey would be that much better.
A car got suck in the snow in front of the building. The "Elves," Trevor and Butler went out to help. By the time they returned, all were frozen, covered in muddy snow and were friends. Timothy collected their dirty clothes to wash and dry them. I scurried around to find clothes to fit the oversized Elves. Buzzard was tall and thin, Buster was tall and massive, Buddy was short and massive. We had some monk's habits. They were one size fits all and fit perfectly.
Bringing the habits to the men in the locker room, I got to see the Elves naked. Oddly, they were more impressive nude than clothed. Most middle-aged men look best in a suit. Suits seem to be designed to make unattractive bodies look good. Hard physical labor gave the Elves muscular bodies and they were more presentable than in their well-worn work clothes.
"It feel kinda odd to be nekid in front of a preacher man," Buzzard said.
"When God made us, he gave us all the same equipment," I said. "Although some got more equipment than others." I was looking at the long white snake handing between Buzzard's legs. He looked at me with a sly look, then smiled.
"Buzzard's got what they call a keeper," Buster said. "I've lots of potatoes, but not much meat." The men laughed at the witticism. I returned to the living room.
Johnny walked in the door. He was covered in snow and was shivering. "Damn it's a bad day. Not anywhere as bad as it is to the north and west though. It's a huge mess in Charlottesville." he said.
"Are you on duty tonight?" I asked.
"On call, but not on duty." Johnny replied. "My predecessor was a micro manager and tried to run the Streets and Emergency services in place of their own management teams. That pissed the hell out of them. They have it under control and prefer as little executive participation as possible. I have a cell phone and they will call if I'm needed. I suspect they won't call for anything less than an earthquake."
"You trust them?" I asked.
"I do. They're good people," Johnny replied. He looked around the room. "It looks great here. Who's the decorator?"
"Chuck and Bruno. Bruno selected the raw materials. Chuck did the arranging." I said as the phone rang. It was the Bishop's office. He cancelled services for the night because of the snow. I told Johnny about the cancellation.
"That's good," Johnny commented. "It's bad enough out there without thousands of people trying to make a midnight service. It's a good night to stay home." The snow was forecast to stop at 8". It was 12" already and the radar didn't suggest any let up. Christmas day would be snowbound.
Jefferson Rawlings and Jonathan Winter's arrived as did several other construction workers. There were two Spanish-speaking men who were friends of Julian and one young man. The young guy, Weldon, was from the hills of West Virginia and this was the first time he had been away from home at Christmas.
The Elves's were good about Weldon. They were sympathetic and helpful. Jorge and Marco were two thousand miles from home, but Julian was attentive. Richard and Timothy were trying to learn Spanish and they helped Julian.
It got dark early, but we were a festive group at the Abbey. For the first time in at least thirty years, the Abbey was a cheerful place. We had a small service in the Abbey's chapel. Since I knew most of our guests weren't Catholic, I added some carol singing to our service. Then we went to eat. Dinner was a success. The food was plentiful and tasty. Burton knew what construction workers wanted and the food hit the spot. It was clear to me, Julian and Burton were better cooks than our regular staff.
We served wine with dinner. That shocked the Baptists in the group, but they appreciated it. Some were afraid it was going to be a dry evening. Even Weldon and the two Mexicans relaxed. Things were pleasant when we heard a crash. We raced outside and found a horrible scene. A SUV was embedded in the side of a city bus. A second SUV came down the street and we watched it ram the bus a second time.
Johnny called 911, but it would take a while for Emergency vehicles to reach us in the foul weather. I had guessed the construction workers were good in this sort of situation. I found out Richard, Sean and Timothy were helpful too, to my surprise. One of the SUVs was smoking and Johnny was afraid of a fire or explosion. Everyone on the bus was in good shape; the SUVs were totaled.
I was amazed at how much you can do in five minutes in an emergency. We got everyone out of the cars and to a safe place before the gas tanks exploded. It looked bad, but no one was badly hurt. I had a chance to watch Johnny in action. He was calm and in control. The Fire Department and the police arrived and took control of the situation. It was 11:00 when the accident was cleared and we got back to the warmth of the Abbey. We were all cold and wet. When the adrenaline from the accident began to subside, we were all freezing.
We went to the shower to warm up and to change into dry clothes. The hot water felt great. Every penny Abbot Frederick spent on the water heater was money well spent. Earlier in the day we only knew each other casually; now we were all friends.
At first I was only interested in getting warm and the shower did the trick. When I was more comfortable, I looked around the room at the other men. I never played sports in high school and there were no sports at the monastery, so I had never been in a gang shower. There were 14 naked men in the shower with me and I enjoyed that. It excited me.
It's difficult to hide your sexual feelings if you're a man and are naked. My cock betrayed me. It wasn't hard, but it surely wasn't soft either. Johnny glanced at me and saw my predicament. He smiled and turned toward me.
Buzzard, the tall Elf with the white snaked between his legs glanced over his shoulder. He saw Johnny's cock and looked relieved. He was sharing a shower head with Burton and Marco. He turned and I saw he was at half staff. When he shifted, I saw Marco was fully erect.
I didn't know what to do. I was getting more excited, but was too timid to make a move. Johnny wasn't timid. He got closer to me and stroked my cock. Then he bent over and began to suck. I was sure someone would look at this with horror and run from the room screaming about sin.
That's not what happened. It was as if Johnny had shot off the starting gun. I wasn't the only one who was excited and turned on. The room resolved itself into clusters of men, either sucking, or feeling each other out. Buzzard and Jorge joined Johnny and me. I played with Buzzard and Jorge's cocks as Johnny sucked me.
Jorge dropped to his knees so he could share my cock with Johnny. Buzzard was close enough to me for Johnny to suck his meat with mine. When he sucked Buzzard's, Jorge got my cock to himself. The Mexican liked that.
I got on the floor so I could suck. I was after Johnny, but I ended up at Buzzard's meat. "Would you think it's foreword if I sucked yours?" I asked.
"Hell no," Buzzard replied. "I think that's downright neighborly and friendly." It was strange to be sucking the cock of a man I barely knew. It was also very exciting. His cock was long and thin and drooped down. I sucked and licked the head, then began to swallow it. Much to my surprise, I got the entire thing in my mouth and down my throat. "Oh baby!" Buzzard cried.
I had never deep throated before and it was good. I could breathe, inhaling air filtered by his pubic bush. My thick beard cushioned his hairy balls. As I pulled back, I suctioned precum from his organ. Buzzard liked what I was doing and wasn't shy about expressing his appreciation.
We went to the locker room and I sucked him again while he sat on a bench. I was happily sucking away when I wondered what had happened to Johnny? A few seconds later I felt a cock at my rear and heard Johnny's voice say, "Relax and open up." He must have coated his cock in lubricant, because it slid in easily.
Johnny deep dicked me as I deep throated Buzzard. I had never been so possessed by other men's cocks. Forgetting every thing but the two cocks, I surrendered myself to the sensation. It was beautiful. I allowed myself to be used by two men for their sexual pleasure. They in turn allowed me to use their cocks for my delight.
I briefly worried I was enjoying myself so much. It was impossible they could be feeling anything approaching the same. Johnny's rock hard cock massaging my prostate and Buzzard's oozing and twitching cock assured me they liked it just as much as I. My sense of kinship with my sexual partners was overwhelming.
A flood of salty sperm suddenly replaced the sweet taste of Buzzard's cock juice. When I said, flood, I meant flood. Buzzard later told me it had been a week since he had last shot off. His seed filled my mouth. I swallowed and it filled again. I continued to suck his cock as it shrank to normal size. Johnny continued to slowly thrust into my ass.
We changed positions. Johnny sat on the bench and I sat back on his cock. This position wasn't quite as intense as being fucked doggy style but I was good for me. I could also see what was going on in the locker room.
My trio wasn't the only group having fun this Christmas Eve. Butler, Julian and Jorge were intertwined. Jefferson, Trevor and Bruno were similarly connected. Buster came over to me and sucked on my cock. The other men were still in the shower room.
Buster was a big, crude looking man, but he had a delicate and almost dainty approach to my cock. I was sitting on Johnny's cock with my back to Johnny. I had my legs hook over Johnny's legs. He had pushed them apart, opening my ass wide. This gave Buster easy access to my cock and balls as well as Johnny's balls and whatever portion of his cock was not in my ass at the time.
Buster wasn't shy, and he sucked my cock and licked all of our balls. He also tried to get his tongue into my ass with Johnny's cock. He didn't succeed, but we all enjoyed the effort.
Weldon walked by us and watched. "Damn, that looks like fun," he exclaimed.
"Is it the fucking or the sucking that turns you on?" Johnny asked.
"It's the getting fucked and sucked I like," he said. "Is there room for a third on the pile?"
"It can't hurt to try," Johnny said. "Pile on."
Weldon left for a second or two, then returned with a tub of lubricant. He coated my cockand then worked some into his ass. He pivoted around and sat back on my cock. The first effort didn't work right. Buster held my cock still on the second attempt and it slid in.
Weldon shivered as my cock eased in deeply. He undulated his ass a few times. He was tense until my cock hit the right spot and he relaxed.
"If this isn't the prettiest thing I ever saw!" Buster exclaimed. "Six balls and three cocks arranged totem pole style." He admired the view only for a few seconds before returning to his main love, sucking.
Weldon was tight, really tight, but he was responsive. Some people talk about the passive and active roles in sex. They seem to assume the person getting fucked is passive. That wasn't true of Weldon. He was an active bottom. I couldn't move since Johnny's cock impaled me and I had Weldon's weight holding me down. Weldon did a wild hula-like dance on my cock. He used his ass to jerk me off.
He also had a clear idea where he wanted my cock to rub, he rotated and undulated his hips until my cock hit the right spot. He had been tense, but he all but melted on my cock. When Weldon relaxed, my cock head lodged in a good place. It was if he had a special place in his rectum made for my bloated cock head. I loved being the sexual connection between Johnny and Weldon.
All three of us had low hanging balls and Buster was enjoying all of them. The concentrated on Johnny's first and when Johnny shot off, he moved onto me. I popped and he worked on Weldon. My cock finished shooting by the time Weldon shot off. I felt his ass twitch.
We broke apart. My understanding of sex had changed. Up until this experience, I associated sex with my own pleasure and climax. With Johnny and Weldon, their orgasms excited me as well as much as my own. We shared our bodies and orgasms. It hadn't realized this was possible.
Sex wasn't at all what I thought it was.