Santa's Little Helpers 4
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.
When I said it wasn't a gang bang it was technically correct, but I did get fucked by all three of the men. That hadn't been my intention, but somehow it seemed natural. Once I got going, it was hard to stop. For the first time in my life, I couldn't get enough cock.
Catfish, Andy and Long John weren't pushy and they didn't demand anything. I got on a roll. I had heard of bottom pigs and sort of sneered at them. I wasn't a bottom pig, but I discovered I could sure do a good imitation of one.
"If you want it, I can give it to you," Catfish whispered. "I'll take it easy."
"I'm not sure," I said.
"You may not be sure, but I am," Catfish said. "There's big meat in the room and you may never run into it again." As he said this, he moved his hand to my ass. He felt for my hole. When he found it, he worked a finger into the pucker. I shifted my position so he could get in more easily.
"That's it, open up for me," he continued. "As I said, your ass wants it. There's nothing wrong wanting my cock up your ass. Lot's of guys want that. Most can take it."
"Do you think it will fit?" I asked. Catfish was working his finger in deeper and he knew exactly what to do. It was shock it felt so good.
"I ain't no virgin and I can tell you're ready for it," he continued to whisper.
"I think I know a line when I hear it," I said.
Catfish smiled. "It's only half a line," he admitted. "I can feel you react and open up. Half the guys I finger try to clamp their ass closed." When he said that I tried to close up. Catfish felt me react and he pushed his finger deeper and pressed my prostate hard. He knew a lot more about my ass, than I did. I opened wider.
"You see, I do know what I'm talking about," he said. He rotated his finger and I twitched. "Let yourself relax and leave yourself in Dr. Catfish's hands."
"I'm not sure I want to do that," I said when I got back my breath. Catfish got another finger in my ass.
"Kid, I'm a top and I need willing bottoms," Catfish explained. "The easier I get in you and the deeper I go he better it is for me." He paused. "Not everyone likes it, but if you're one of the lucky ones, you'll get a fucking you'll remember to the day you die." He talked me into it. His unorthodox approach, but he was also the smallest of the three monster cocks in the room.
Catfish was true to his word. He was careful and methodical. He must have had a brain in his cock. It was a full fledged sensory organ. He was also experienced. It was as if he could feel what I was feeling before I felt it. He seemed to know when it was getting to be too much for me. He would slow up and let me get use to the invader in my ass. When I was ready again, he would advance again.
Catfish had six or seven inches of his man meat in me when it began to start messing with my brain. His cock eventually seemed to touch and activate every sexual nerve in my body. I couldn't think or understand what I was feeling. There were too many feelings, too many sensations. I also lost any ability to stop him. I couldn't resist.
I looked him in the eye, I could tell he knew just what I was thinking. I was naked and defenseless with King Kong's cock in my ass. He continued until his pubic hairs touched my ass. He stayed still for a while, letting me get my bearing. I rotated my hips and got his cock into a more comfortable position.
He began to slowly thrust, at first he withdrew only an inch or two before he pushed it deep again. Catfish gradually pulled out further, then push in, slightly harder each time. He stopped a few times and rested. I wasn't thinking straight, but somehow I realized he was on the edge of shooting, and he wanted to hold off.
It was maybe the third or fourth time he did then when he exclaimed, "Shit I can't hold off any longer!" He made two hard thrusts and then shot off. To me, it seemed as if he shot off for a minute or two. It couldn't have been that long. He pulled out mid ejaculation and sprayed the rest on my chest.
I usually had two or three big spurts of cum at the beginning of an orgasm, then they diminished. Catfish kept on pumping. My torso was covered in his ball cream. In some ways I was relieved he was out of my hole, but in others I was disappointed. I felt empty.
Andy and Long John were watching.
"He still has some life in him," Catfish said. "I shot a bucketful of man cream in deep. The road has been cleared and lubricated." Andy looked me in the eye. He coated his cock in lube and nosed his cock into my quivering ass. Andy's cock was longer than Catfish's meat, but wasn't as thick, except for a huge, purple mushroom cock head.
It hurt a little as the cock head popped through my sphincter, but from there on it was clear sailing until the last two inches. It was uncharted territory for me. Andy's cock was more relaxing than Catfish's. Since his shaft was thinner, he had more room to maneuver. He could poke around some. Catfish occupied my ass. Andy explored it.
At first it seemed relaxing and low key compared to Catfish, but as Andy continued to explore, the intensity began to build. He was playing in my ass. Catfish's cum provided an extra level of lubricant. I could feel Andy cock head poking into recesses of my rectum. Oddly I could only feel the bloated cock head, the thin shaft vanished from my consciousness.
Andy was a friendly man, and he enjoyed what he was doing as much as I enjoyed him. After fifteen or twenty minutes Andy popped. He too had a spectacular and lengthy orgasm. I hadn't shot off yet. I think the intensity of the fuckings by Catfish and Andy was such, that I had a hard time thinking about myself.
As Andy withdrew his spewing cock Long John was ready. I was still rock hard so he knew I was still interested. My ass was empty for no more than a split second. Long John thrust six inches of his monster into my cum slicked tunnel. Catfish was beside me and when Long John was halfway in he held a bottle of poppers to my nose.
"Inhale deeply!" he commanded. I did as he said. When the amyl hit my nervous system, Long John thrust the rest of his organ in me. I could breathe. He immediately pulled all the way out, then pushed all the way in again. Long John liked long, deep thrusts. I felt as if I was a violin and his cock was the bow.
Long John was oddly detached. He looked at me almost as a scientific experiment. He watched my reactions. If I reacted strongly, he'd repeat the motion that caused the reaction. He was so deep, I could hardly believe his entire cock was up my ass.
Lou joined us while Long John was taking a break.
"I kind of like to take my time," he said. "I'm not in a rush. Are you?" It was a rhetorical question. Long John would pump for eight to tem minutes, picking up his pace. When he reached an almost frantic pace, he would pull out to cool down.
Lou was next to me and he plugged me with his cock. Lou slowly thrust until Long John was ready to go again. Long John would replace him and begin the process again. The next time he rested, Andy filled the gap. I don't know how long this went on. The men traded off, fucking me during Long John's rest periods.
It sounds as if it were a gang bang, but they were all so friendly and pleasant. As we fucked musical chair style, with each rotation the cocks felt better. I must have opened up and relaxed enough to really enjoy the experiences. The guys liked to fuck, but I got to enjoy it more, they enjoyed it more and more.
They were all horse hung, and as Catfish had said, they wanted return engagements. Catfish's horse cock was the smallest of the threesome. He opened me up and began to test my limits. Andy opened me a little wider, and then Long John did the final stretching. By the time Andy and Catfish fucked me the second time, I was getting into it deeply. With each penetration, the nerves of my ass got more sensitive. Each movement of the cock in my ass felt better. Even Catfish's cock began to work its magic. His had been the hardest to accommodate. When he took his turn for the third time, it felt good, really good.
I guess I'd be a bad poker player. Catfish knew exactly what I was feeling. I was trying to wiggle my ass to get more of it in. He looked at me and smiled.
"I told you it would be good, if you relaxed," he said. "I was right, wasn't I?" He was right. Catfish smiled and he shot off a second time. Long John quickly replaced him in my ass.
"Oh baby!" he exclaimed. His cock exploded in my ass. I think Catfish's hot cum filling my ass was too much for him. "Damn," Long John continued. "Cum's a great lubricant. It's like silk in there." When Long John finished ejaculating, he pulled out and Lou went in for a last time. He shot off on the first thrust. The smell of cum was every where. Lou pushed me over the edge. I began to squirt. Andy bent over and sucked the shooting cum.
When I finished ejaculating, I was like a wet dishrag, limp and without energy. I was lucky I didn't shoot out a major internal organ through my cock. It was that exciting. Andy stopped sucking me when the ejaculations stopped. Catfish took my cock into his mouth and sucked it until I was soft.
"Thanks," I said when he was done.
"I though you deserved a soft landing," Catfish said. "You're a trooper." It was getting late. We went back home and then to bed.
The next week was filled with activity, since Christmas was on the next Sunday. Each day was full day at the department store and there were several special appearances. We had a little rest and relaxations late at night with Lou, Sandor and Zoltan. After my experience with the horse-hung trio, I had no problem with the Dwarfs or Lou.
My ass retained the sensitivity I felt with the men and I enjoyed bottoming for the guys. It was fun for all of us. The surprise came later. After we went to bed Davie got into bed with me and slipped his cock into my ass. He'd never done that before. We'd played and sucked before, but never fucked.
We are identical, so we had matching cocks. It was strange to feel your own cock penetrating your own ass. I wasn't bad, but it was strange. Davie enjoyed it. He pulled out.
"Would you do me?" Davie asked. He had a tube of lube. I coated my cock and nudged it into his ass. There was a little resistance, bu my cock head popped in and the rest of my cock slid in easily. Davie loved it. He really loved it. After ten minutes I shot off. Later that night Davie fucked me again. This time he went crazy and shot off in a few minutes. We both fell asleep.
The next few days were so busy we hardly had a chance to take a piss not to mention an orgasm. It would have been exhausting, but the excitement of the children we saw was infectious. You didn't want to disappoint them.
Roddy was a native of the city and everyone knew him. He was wired into the local community and his job was to do favors for people and generate good will for the department store. Roddy was a nice guy and he wanted to help everyone. On the day before Christmas Eve we went to a public zoo and fed deer. It was a fund raiser. The deer were stunningly tame and even I thought it was cute. The park was filled with singing groups and dancers. It was a cold, clear night, very festive and fun.
Christmas Eve was a half day for us. There was a giant breakfast for Santa, followed by a Departure for the North Pole ceremony. Our day was done. It was a good experience. There was only one problem. Christmas Eve coincided with a North Eastern snow storm and an airline strike. There was no way we could get home for the Holidays. We had been so busy we were completely unaware of what was going on outside the world of Santa's Magic Kingdom. We were stuck.
Roddy was almost apoplectic with embarrassment. He was supposed to be taking care of us, and he had screwed up. We called Mom and Dad. They both had colds and said they'd wait until we came to celebrate. We are also Jewish, so it wasn't that big a deal. Sandor and Zoltan were the only family they had. Lou always took everything in stride.
"I had no idea you were Jewish, "Roddy said. "You don't look it."
Lou burst out in a belly laugh. "Shit. I played the lead in Fiddler on the Roof for a year and a half," he said when he stopped laughing. "I'm 100% Italian."
We went back to the house and settled in for the night. Most of the supermarkets and restaurants were closed and it was slip picking in the kitchen. Roddy went off, hunting for some food. Lou got out his cell phone and called Bill. When he was finished with the call, he had a plan.