Santa's Little Helpers 3
By Bald Hairy Man.
This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
If Whitman's Candies issued a sampler box of Cocks of the World, the collection of man meat in this motel room was as diverse as you could wish. Lou was a horse hung, Polar Bear. Bill had a beer can cock. His meat was about six inches long, but almost as wide. He had beautiful white-pink skin and was covered in a thick pelt of pale, blond hair. It was odd, but erotic to see the burly man with such delicate coloring, especially his pink tits and almost lavender cock head.
Roddy's slightly plump body was shaved of all body hair except for a tuft of hair at his pubes. His cock was pencil thin, but a good seven inches. His cock head was the size of one of those oversized strawberries from California. Bubba's body was wiry, slim and muscular. He had a hairy chest and a treasure trail to his thick pubic bush. He had goat balls that seemed to hang halfway to his knees and a vein covered, uncut cock. It was thick and a little more than six inches long. When he was fully erect, it curved up and almost touched his navel.
Bill and Bubba were complete strangers to me and I had no idea about their sexual interests, or preferences. It only took a few minutes to discover that as long as a hard cock, or an open ass hole was involved, they were game. They were open to all the possibilities and were more than willing to try something new. Bill had a knapsack containing lubricant and poppers, as well as a stash of pornographic DVD's.
Roddy was a bit shy, but I discovered he and Lou had been playing together. Lou knew him like a favorite book. Roddy and Bubba hit it off and Lou gave Bubba helpful hints. Bubba wanted to fuck and Roddy was a bit reluctant. I overheard Lou whispering into Bubba's ear. "Play with his tits," he said. "It will open his ass wide."
"I don't want to hurt him," Bubba said
"Don't worry," Lou continued to whisper. "I've fucked him. Once you're in, he turns into a bottom pig." Bill was in the bed and Roddy bent over to suck the beer can. Bubba reached over and played with Roddy tits.
It was as if you had pressed a button to open the garage door. Roddy moaned and opened his ass cheeks. Lou was there with a tube of lubricant. He coated Bubba's cock and a second later Bubba's organ vanished in Roddy's hole. Roddy stopped sucking and stood up, moaning in pleasure.
Bill stared at Lou's monster. Lou noticed and moved toward Bill. Bill drew up his legs and held them, so his pink ass was wide open. Lou had the lubricant in his hand, so he coated his cock. Bill is a big man, but his asshole looked minuscule. It didn't seem possible Lou's huge organ would fit. Lou and Bill both looked excited.
"My eyes may be bigger then my stomach," Bill said.
"Just think of it as a deep massage. I'll take my time," Lou muttered. "You tell me when to stop." Lou was right about the massage. It was different from the way he fucked Davie. That had been just sex. I think Lou was attracted to Bill and he was as gentle as he could be, given the size of the cock he was forcing into Bill's ass. It wasn't easy, but Bill was experienced enough to appreciate Lou's efforts. Bill wanted the monster organ in his ass and was a strong man. He could take it. I was watching.
"If you're going to just stand there, you might as well do something," Lou said looking at me. "Suck something!" I bent over and licked Bill's cock. He was leaking and I got into it. Bill and I ended up sixty-nining. He was what could only be called a multitasker. Bill could suck me with obvious enthusiasm as Lou fucked him.
I discovered deep throating a man as he was getting fucked gave me a front row and center view. By now Bill's ass was wide open and the monster fuck tool slid in easily. I tasted Bill's cock juices as they oozed in reaction to the ramming and I could feel him quiver as the cock worked its magic. I was excited to be sharing his emotions while I felt my own cock react to his attention.
Our little fornicating threesome attracted Bubba and Roddy. I was preoccupied watching Lou fuck Bill as I sucked him Bill when I felt something at my ass. It was Bubba, he had straddled Bill and me and was nosing his cock into my ass. I didn't know if I wanted to get fucked by Bubba, but by the time I decided, it was too late. He was in.
After three of four deep stokes, I decided I was happy it was too late. Bubba felt great. Lou moaned. Roddy was rear ending him as he continued to pound Bill. The five of us had a cumulative three feet of cock in action and 20 inches of ass occupied by throbbing cock. You couldn't pack any more sex into a smaller, or a more tightly packed cluster of men.
I was close to shooting when Bubba pulled out and traded places with Roddy. Roddy's big mushroom on the tip of a slender shaft was an entirely different sensual experience from Bubba's cock. After six or seven minutes of this we broke apart and I fucked Bill as Lou fucked Bubba. Over the course of the next forty-five minutes we tried just about every possibility of sexual coupling.
I had never experienced the sensation of being both sexually stimulated and relaxed before. It was sort of like a relaxing rub down or massage, but all done with genitals. It wasn't love. It was pals helping each other out. Periodically we had a few breaks when we would take a shower, freshen up and have a beer. The first time we did this I thought it would end the sexual play.
I was wrong. After fifteen or twenty minutes we would ease back into the sexual activity. While the sexual excitement wasn't as intense as before, the pleasure was greater. As my ass relaxed fucking became easier and comfortable. Fucking had been exciting, but somewhat painful for me. As cock after cock penetrated my ass, I relaxed and was able to enjoy the sensation caused by each cock. Bubba's cock felt entirely different when he screwed me doggy style then on my back.
It was a real shock when Lou screwed me. I hadn't been much of a bottom before, and I wasn't a size queen at all. Lou's cock was interesting as a medical specimen, but it didn't turn me on the way it did Davie. I was on my back on the bed when Lou lifted my legs and rotated me to the edge of the bed. His cock was coated in lube and I was too relaxed to complain.
Lou took his time. I wouldn't want to be fucked by Lou every day, but it might be good once and a while like on my birthday or Christmas. I don't know if it would have been good if it wasn't Lou's cock. It was halfway in when it changed to become something different. It's hard to get use to have a part of another man's anatomy in your body
The first time I heard about fucking, it seemed inconceivable you would let a guy shove his cock in your ass. Since then, I had certainly made peace with the concept. Lou's cock didn't just penetrate my body. It occupied it. The first half of Lou's cock was much like Bill's except Lou's was a little fatter. As the second half pushed in, the world became quiet. It was just me and Lou's cock. I could feel his heart beating. Somehow I had the sensation of merging with it. It made direct contact with my nervous system, as if his cock was thrusting into my brain.
Before I knew it, the entire organ was in my ass. "Catch your breath," he whispered to me. "I'd really like to give you a royal fucking, so get ready." He began to pump, slowly at first, but then faster. As he speeded up, I wasn't any too sure when he stopped and I began. It was a new sensation for me.
I worried he might go on for hours, but really good sex has a built in time limit. He shot off as I did. The night quieted down. Sometime during the night the ice turned to rain and by the morning we got back to the townhouse and to the Department store in time
The next day was without any disaster or problems. That was good, since the night before had been pleasurable but not restful. It was a long day and we went to bed early. In the morning, Lou told me Bill gave him his phone number.
"I think he'd like Sandor and Zoltan," Lou said.
"I think he's after you," I observed. "You guys hit it off."
"You think so?" Lou asked. He looked pleased. I realized then the two men had really hit it off. We had a Breakfast with Santa event and Lou was the Grand Marshal of a Christmas Parade at a small town on Southside, so we would have an early night. We would be back home by eight. Lou had plans. He was planning something special for the evening.
I'm not a very imaginative guy. Lou was a theatrical person and with the Dwarfs had been in a wide variety of sexual situations. Lou was also a leader of men and Davie and I were born followers. We would do what he wanted. So far, every thing he asked us to do was good.
The Christmas parade was fun. It was in the later afternoon and it had been a warm afternoon. The crowd was good and some of the kids were really appreciative. This was the first time the real Santa had been to town and it was a Norman Rockwell event.
As we drove home, Lou told us to keep our costumes on. We would have another Christmas event. Instead of returning to the city, we went into the country. Turning of the main highway, we went through brick gates and went to a large farm house. It was big, but simple and boxy.
There was a wide front porch. Lou knocked on the door and Bill peaked out. "Glad you can make it!" he exclaimed. He opened the door and let us in. He was naked, as was everyone else in the room.
"Santa!" everyone exclaimed. I looked around the room. There must have been twenty or more men there. A banner labeled, "Christmas Bare Party" hung across one side of the entrance hall. A matching banner on the other side said, "Christmas Bear Party." Most of the men were older, hairy and beefy. Those who weren't were older, very hairy and thin. Most were beared or had a mustache or goatee. There wasn't a single beach bunny or twink in the group.
My first reaction was this was a memorably motley group of not very attractive men. That was before a wave of male hormones overwhelmed me. It must have formed a vapor. It was like swimming in testosterone.
For the next half hour we went through every possible pornographic reply to the question, "Have you been a good boy?" some were clever, others were grotesquely raunchy. All were funny. Bill stopped the fun before it got to be boring. The nice thing about time with Santa was that we got to check out everyone's equipment.
One person stood out. He was Bubba's cousin and they called him Long John. I guess I don't need to say what made him memorable. He was Davie's type, but oddly, Davie was interested in him. He was a bit goofy looking. By saying he was goofy looking, I should have said he looked like Goofy. He was a good ol' boy from the Blue Ridge. I'm not a size queen, but Long John was a medical miracle.
When I went up stairs to strip and join the festivities, Long John followed me. "You're a nice looking boy," he said.
"You're hung like a horse," I replied.
Long John laughed. "I'm a nice guy too," he said. "If you give me a choice, that is." He must have been at least 6'-4". He bent over to suck my cock. I stood up on the bed here we had piled our clothes.
"I don't want you to hurt your back," I said.
Long Jon looked at me, smiled and said, "I appreciate the consideration." He sucked me for a while, then we went to join the rest of the men. It was very festive. The men liked us a lot. Davie was in the middle of a cluster of admirers, but Lou and the Dwarfs were mobbed. I wouldn't have guessed so many men wanted to be fucked by Santa and his elves.
Lou was siting in a big chair with one man sucking him as two men fed him a cock. He was alternating between the two cocks. Sandor was with two bear like men. He was fucking one and sucking the other. As I watched, the man sucking got up. He climbed onto the chair, straddled Lou and sat in Lou's organ.
He lowered himself slowly and it took a while for the entire cock to get in the man's ass. As it penetrated deeper, the man growled. When he was fully impaled, the growl turned into a deep, guttural moan. Once the first man tried Lou's cock, there was a line of bear like men who wanted to try it.
Lou was a sexual athlete, but his best sport was the marathon. Sexually he was like the energizer bunny, or a Timex. He could take a licking and keep on ticking. Licking and fucking he did.
I was with Long John and two friends of his. Andy Andrews was tall and thin. He was handsome and an artist of some sort. The other guy was called Catfish. He looked like an oversized chimp, or an undersized gorilla. Catfish was four of five inches taller than man and more muscular. He was completely covered in hair, except for his eyeballs and cock head. Both Andy and Catfish were almost as well hung as Long John.
"I don't know if I can handle you guys," I said.
"Don't worry," Catfish said. "We'll take care of you. It'll be fine. You'll enjoy it." I must have looked unconvinced. "I promise you. Relax," he added.
"I'm visiting for the weekend," Long John said. "Why don't we adjourn to my bedroom for some rest and relaxation?" We went off to Long John's bedroom. The men's cocks were impressive when they were soft. Hard they belonged in a medical museum. I would have felt inadequate if I hadn't been so preoccupied by the monster organs. Catfish got on his knees and began to suck me. Andy and long John were sixty-nining. After three or four minutes of sucking they were all hard as a rock.
It may sound strange, but when Catfish stood up and I saw his erect cock, I sort of fell under its spell. He was uncut, but the skin was fully retraced and his bloated, purple cock head was fully exposed. It was a club cock, thick and veiny. The slit was almost a half inch wide and dripping pre cum.
Some pagans worshiped cocks as the essence of male fertility. Catfish's organ was pure man cock. I wasn't planned to get fucked but the unattractive man, but somehow I knew his cock would be in my ass before the night was over. I looked at Catfish. He knew it too.