Old Saint Nick
Part 9
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.
Johnny was in bed next to me when I woke up, early Christmas morning. I went to the bathroom. Looking out the window I saw a winter wonderland. It was still dark, but the street lights illuminated an almost magical landscape. It was quiet and serene.
I got back into bed and slipped down under the covers. I found Johnny's cock and began sucking it. For a while he pretended to sleep, but soon he was hard.
"Is that Santa sucking on my cock?" he asked.
"Have you been a good boy?" I asked from under the covers.
"Good at what?" Johnny asked. He pivoted around in the bed, so he could suck me. "I am kind to older gentlemen, Santa." He murmured from under the covers. His cock was already leaking pre cum. He deep throated me.
It was a quiet and pleasant interlude. I made love to his cock. My previous sexual episodes had been frantic, propelled by pent up lust and excitement. Johnny and I just relaxed and enjoyed each other. Licking and sucking his cock and balls, I could feel him react and respond. It seemed as if I could do this for hours. A vision of low intensity but high pleasure sex came to me.
After years of dreading sexual contact I was comfortable with my cock in Johnny's mouth and his in mine. I was pleased when precum oozed from his slit, knowing he was enjoying it as much as me. Low intensity sex was good, but couldn't last forever. Sperm replaced the flow of pre cum. It wasn't an explosive orgasm. Like the sex, it was a slow and easy draining of his balls. I savored the taste when I began to shoot.
We both fell asleep again. Johnny's cell phone rang and woke us up. There was a problem on I-95 he needed to address. He dressed and left. It was light now, the snow was beautiful. Since there was no traffic, the snow formed a smooth and even coating over everything. There was no wind and the trees all carried a burden of light snowflakes.
I went to the kitchen and found Burton and Buster making breakfast. They said it would be ready after morning prayers. The brothers and I gathered in the chapel with most of out guests and had a simple service. We then went to the dining room for breakfast. It was a festive event, given that many were apart from friends and family. Everyone was in a good mood.
The day was quiet. There was no traffic on the streets. There was nothing to do but sit around, talk and eat. That routine was good for everyone. Johnny returned in time for dinner. Traffic was banned until the plows could get things cleaned up. Johnny figured they would allow traffic after three in the afternoon. By three the wind picked up and there was beginning to be drifting.
At 4:30 Johnny got a call from the Assistant Manager. A front which was to become stationary was on the move. High winds, additional snow and wind chills below zero were expected. They decided to keep the streets closed and recommend everyone stay where they were for the night. It would be dangerous outside. Chuck decided to go home, since he was only a few blocks away.
He returned after five minutes. He said the wind was brutal outside. Everyone at the Abbey would be spending the night. Our cook's extra food came in handy. We ate leftovers for an evening snack and settled in for a long winter's night. We were well supplied with wine. That helped to make the time pass.
Bruno was reminiscing about his childhood Christmases. "Do you remember how exciting it was when you came down the stairs and found the living room filled with toys?" he asked. "I had two sisters and a brother, so it looked like a toy store."
"The transition to clothes and sensible things was rough," Jefferson said. "I knew it was a sign you were getting older and mature, but I wouldn't have minded getting a model car or two."
"I'm afraid the Abbey is weak in the toys and games division," I said. "We haven't really celebrated Christmas in 25 years."
"It's too bad they don't make adult toys," Timothy remarked. Everyone laughed and then Timothy realized what he had said. "I didn't mean it that way!" he added.
"Well, I've been through some bumpy Christmases in the past," Buzzard said. "I've never spent one in a monastery before. However, I have regularly thanked God for giving all men a toy that is always handy and economical. A hard cock is the gift that keeps on giving." There was more laughter.
"Takes a licking and keeps on ticking, you mean?" Bruno asked.
"Have you noticed, no matter how much you play with it, it never gets calloused?" Jefferson added. The laughter continued.
"I think of the cock as a multipurpose organ. It's both useful and fun." Julian said. "Oddly, it's just about the only organ which is pleasurable to both you and your partner. You can enjoy good food, or a beautiful painting or a great piece of music alone. Sex is only great with a partner."
"I've done some pretty wild things alone!" Buster exclaimed.
"With a face like yours, you don't have much choice!" Buddy said. Laughter exploded again.
Buster just smiled. "I get my share," he replied. "I admit it helps if it's dark and you're a bit drunk." As he said that, the lights went out. I looked out the window and saw that our part of the city was dark. Johnny was on his cell phone, asking for information on the black out. It was clear from his conversation the problem was localized. Apparently a snow plow had run into a telephone pole and had tripped a breaker.
"It looks as if we will be without power for a few hours," Johnny said. "I was afraid it was something more major."
We quickly got some candles going. Timothy went to the gas log in the fireplace and turned it on. Much to my surprise, it worked. The Abbot had never used it, but it was in good functioning order.
"Well, this rules out TV for the night," I said. "I hate to think about missing the reruns of Survivor. Maybe another glass of wine is in order." The group received that proposal well. The wine was good and it began to seem more like a party. The gas log generated a huge amount of heat.
"It seems to me it's time to forget the dress code for the night," I announced, "Everyone get comfortable."
"You may not want to do that Abbot," Buster called out. "Buzzard's ideal of comfortable is a birthday suit and sunglasses."
"It's dark," I replied. "I'd advise against the sunglasses." The men laughed and soon they were stripping off sweaters, vests and heavy shirts. Buzzard and the other construction workers were in longjohns.
I passed the bottle of wine around the room again. The room was too small to hold 12 men. The combination of the body heat and the gas long made the room feel almost tropical. That heat combined with the snow falling outside the window made it all seem very cozy.
I was with Buster, Jefferson and Chuck. Buster had unbuttoned his longjohns to below his navel. I saw a few pubic hairs poking out. Jefferson was only wearing boxers. Jefferson was a body builder and he took every chance he could to show of his body. His cock was clearly outlined in the fabric.
Jefferson shaved his body smooth, Buster was a shaggy dog of a man. He was muscular too, but he was more like a 19th century boxer. He wasn't toned or defined, but his body hair concealed whatever definition existed.
Chuck slipped his hand into Jefferson's shorts and fondled the black man's cock. After a few seconds Jefferson's cock emerged from the boxers.
"That's a nice one," Buster said.
"Are you into dark meat?" Jefferson asked.
"Not particularly, but I like cock," buster replied. "Is it available for play?" Jefferson nodded. Buster sank to his knees and went after the black beauty.
"I love horny red necks," Jefferson said. Chuck dropped his pants. Jefferson leaned over and sucked Chuck's meat. I knew Buster was a master cock sucker and I watched as Jefferson responded to the attention. Looking around the room I saw everyone was nude or nearly nude and enjoying themselves.
Marco was standing alone to one side. He was wearing only jockey shorts, obviously tented. I went over to him. "I hope you are enjoying Christmas?" I asked.
He nodded, "It is good, Padre," he said. "Many amigos, I mean new friends. My English is not good."
"Not much like Christmas in Mexico," I said. "Does that bother you?"
"No, Padre," he replied. "It's hot here." I thought at first he was talking about the temperature, but then I realized he was talking about the sexual action. "In Mexico they beat me when I did it with men."
"You got caught?" I asked. He nodded. Marco was young. He had an Indian face, but a dusting of curly black hair on his chest, so there was some Spinach admixture in his ancestry. "You like sex with men?" I asked.
Marco smiled broadly. "Si, Padre," he replied. I reached over and touched his jockeys, cupping his balls in my hand. I was afraid he would be offended. In fact, he was too shy to make the first move. I touched him and he dropped to his knees, pulled my pants down and took my entire cock into his mouth.
Sex with young men and boys worried me. I was concerned I could be accused of taking advantage of young men. The idea of having sex with a boy who was unwilling gives me no thrill at all. The idea of taking advantage of youth or weakness disgusts me.
Marco was more than willing. There must have been many pent up sexual needs which exploded when I touched his gentials. He liked sex and wanted it. He had just been too shy and too uncertain of himself to act on it. Once he started, he was insatiable.
"If anyone wants to have a present, I've got one in my balls," Buzzard announced. "It may take some work to get it out, but you love the wrapping."
Julian asked, "Is there more than one who wants Buzzard's cum?" Much to my surprise everyone seemed to be willing to gat Buzzard's cum.
"Do we get in line?" Julian asked. "What about drawing lots?"
"Let's work this out sensibly," Richard said. "How man men want to take Buzzard's cum" everyone raised their hand. "How man would be willing to contribute cum?" Everyone raised their hands again.
"It looks as if everyone is willing to give and take. We have an easy way to solve this problem. Why don't we draw names and help each other out?" I wanted to get together with Johnny, but I realized drawing lots would be a better arrangement. Several of the men here didn't know the others and this would avoid leaving them out.
Richard put everyone's name on a slip in a hard hat. We all drew out a name. I got Bruno's name to suck and Marco was to receive my load.
"Do we have to shoot it in the mouth?" Sean asked.
"Any where you want!" Richard said.
"Except the carpet," I added. "We just had it cleaned. Crazed lust is no excuse for being sloppy!" There was more laughter.
Bruno came over to me. "I'm really close already. I hope you don't mind if I have a hair trigger?"
I smiled. "No problem. Just give me some warning." I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He was only half soft and I could get my tongue into his foreskin. He had been excited earlier and the taste of the aged precum preserved in the foreskin was intense. It wasn't as good as fresh precum, but was more sexually exciting to me.
"If you really want to run the show, Abbot, work a finger into my ass and press the magic nut." Bruno said.
"You'd like me to do that?"
"Yeah, I like it. My ass is already lubed. Don't worry." I did as he asked. Bruno had a tight ass, but my finger easily penetrated the sphincter. I pushed deep and when he moaned, I knew I had hit the nut. Every time I touched it he launched a glob of precum into my mouth. While I don't like the idea of playing with a man's affections, I discovered I did like playing with Bruno's genitals. It was oddly like a video game. I was sucking the joy stick and pressed the prostate every time I wanted a shot.
Bruno was at my mercy. I could get him close then slow it down. After I did this three or four times poor Bruno lost it. He wanted release badly and I was still playing. I did know when you are playing a game like this, the slightest miscalculation and it's over. I pressed his prostate and produced the pre cum flow I wanted, but didn't release my finger soon enough. My finger felt fluids filling Bruno's nut. It turned from being soft and squishy to rock hard in a second or two. I forced my tongue into Bruno's wide slit to intercept the cum. His spurts tickled the end of my tongue. I held it back for three ejaculations then it escaped. My moth was instantly filled with Bruno's seed.
I glanced up at Bruno as he shot off. He looked happy. When he was finished, I milked his cock for a minute or two to make sure he was drained. Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Marco. "Is it my turn now?" he asked. The young Mexican looked eager. His cock was hard and pointed skyward. Uncut, the skin was fully retracted. He reached down to touch my cock.
"It's beautiful, Padre. Thick." Marco said. He leaned close to my ear. "Can I take it in my ass?"
"You like to be fucked?"
"I want yours," Marco replied. He had a tube of lubricant in his hand and lubricated my cock and his ass. I had him sit on my cock. Marco took his time and was satisfied with the results. I don't think it was painless, but Marco rested after he was fully impaled. As he got use to it, it was clearly feeling better. He was feeling dreamy as he bounced on my cock.
Julian came over to me and whispered, "Marco is a virgin." I got up to give Marco a rest, but he just got on his hands and knees. The boy wanted to be fucked doggy style. This time my cock slipped in easily. Marco was moaning in pleasure as I shot off. We pulled apart and Marco looked me in the eye.
He smiled and said, "Merry Christmas Santa!"