Santa's Little Helpers 5
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.
Stranded in town for Christmas, Lou called Bill and soon all was well. We weren't the only men trapped in town. Andy and Long John had been heading north. Catfish had taken them to the airport, so they were at Catfish's apartment. Lou called Catfish. He lived near us. We decided to pool our resources to celebrate.
Food was a problem. Most restaurants were already closed and our kitchen was bare. Catfish had been planning to visit his mother, so he had no food either. We were contemplating the situation when Roddy arrived. Waldorph's had a gourmet food section and he had looted it for our benefit. He brought smoked salmon, spiral cut ham and sliced deli meats. There were cheeses, cakes, biscuits, cookies and hor' d'oeuvres. It was a feast.
Roddy added to this a selection of wines and beers. My family is about as Reformed as they get, but Roddy also brought a wide selection of Kosher foods, just in case. The food cheered up our group. Catfish, Andy and Long John arrived with two friends. They had been scouting for food without success, but they found a Christmas Tree at CVS and some decorations. They weren't very attractive, but the price was incredible. The Christmas Eve after 6:00 discount is a wonder.
Roddy checked out our visitors' baskets and warmed to them. Andy and Long John were wearing jeans and you could clearly see the outline of their equipment. Someone knocked at the door. Lou answered it.
"Roddy, there's a friend here for you," he called.
There was a young guy in the door. He must have been younger than me, maybe twenty or twenty -two. "Robin, I'm trying to save Christmas for Santa and his elves," Roddy cried. "Come and join us." Robin came in and took off his coat. He was wearing a tight fitting tee shirt. Robin was a young bodybuilder. You could tell he was shy, but proud of his body. Apparently he was planning to spend the evening with Roddy and thought he had stood him up when he was delayed.
Robin looked relieved. We were a friendly group and he joined in with Roddy and the men decorating the tree. I was working with Lou and Andy on getting dinner together. The tree was a triumph of tacky decoration, but the beer and wine had an impact. By the time Andy and I set out a buffet type dinner, it was downright festive.
Catfish's two friends were nice guys and fun. Skeeter was tall and thin with a handlebar mustache. His other friend was Don, a younger guy straight from the mountains of West Virginia. Don was slim and tall, with curly black hair and a matching beard. He had pale skin, pink lips and beautiful blue eyes. Don was a carpenter, and had a strong accent, but was soft spoken. He was beautiful. I was taken with him. He was masculine, but beautiful. It was an odd, but very attractive combination.
He was so beautiful I was afraid he was straight. I sat next to him as we ate. He knew about the ham and the smoked salmon, but most of the rest of the food was new to him. He wasn't from a Chablis and Brie background, but he was a good sport. I was afraid a red neck carpenter from West Virginia might have a problem with a semi-professional elf.
There was no problem. Davie joined us and Don enjoyed our tales of twin elfdom. We were closer to him in age than the other men in the room. He was comfortable with us.
"Shit," Skeeter cried, "We're going to have a fucking White Christmas!" He was at the window. Outside snow had already covered the street. It was a perfect snow with large flakes slowly falling. The snow made the house seem warmer and more cozy.
Our little party continued. The beer and wine continued to have an effect. Catfish was chatting with Lou. I overheard him telling Lou he had a present for him. Lou looked puzzled. Then Catfish said it was hanging between his legs.
I wasn't the only one overhearing the conversation "I'd like a present too," Sandor said.
"It's the gift that keeps on giving." Catfish remarked and then he smiled. "I'm a giving kind of guy."
"What keeps on giving?" Davie asked.
"My Donkey Dong!" Catfish replied. "I hope I don't offend, but I get horny for the Holidays. It's a leftover from the days when I spent a week at home with my Aunts. I love them dearly, but it's not the same as sex. I get back to work after Christmas and I'd be horny as a goat."
"I though you were always horny as a goat," Don said. I was surprised he said anything. He seemed so shy.
"Well, Donny boy. To the uninformed observer, I'm always horny, but to the sophisticated observer, there are levels of lust," Catfish said in a mock-professorial tone. He looked around the room. "Unless I'm badly mistaken, we could all have a good time if we all exchanged presents."
"I've never done it with twins," Don whispered in my ear. I glanced over at Davie and I knew he was into it.
A few minutes later I was naked with Davie, Don and Zoltan in our bedroom. Don was just as pretty naked as he was dressed. He had a runner's wiry body without an ounce of extra fat. He had a hairy chest and a treasure trail to a thick bush. His hard pink cock stuck out of his black bush. Everything about Don was spare and elegant, except for his balls. They were apricot sized and hung low in a hairy ball sack. He had true bull balls.
I knew Zoltan liked balls, so I licked Don's cock as Zoltan worshiped Don's seed factories. Don was already leaking.
I could hear Davie asking Don if he liked to be fucked. Don said, " Sure." That was no to be until later.
"Ho, Ho, Ho!" Lou's voice bellowed. "Who wants to sit on Santa's lap?"
"I would like to, Santa," Zoltan said, mimicking a child's voice.
"Damn Zoltan, I've been in your ass enough," Lou said. "I'm looking for new meat! I wouldn't mind some younger ass." Lou was obviously staring at Don.
"I don't rightly know about that, Mr. Santa," Don said. "It is Christmas. I guess I should be nice to old men." Don reached up and cupped Lou's genitals.
"Shit, Mr. Santa, the "Night before Christmas," doesn't say anything about being horse hung," Don remarked.
"It reindeer hung to you," Lou said. "I don't recall the poem saying anything about horny boys either, but I can make up a few extra verses if I need to. Are you game?"
"To tell you the truth, if I was sober, I'd say no," Don said. "But I'm willing to try. You wouldn't take advantage of a drunk boy would you?"
"Shit, if you didn't have sex with guys who were drunk, there would be damn little sex in the world!" Lou proclaimed. "Let me make a deal. You take a seat on my lap and take as much as you can. If you're a friend of Catfish, you may not have taken a big one, but you've surely considered it."
Don smiled. He had considered it. Lou sat on an armchair and Don climbed on the sides of the chair, straddling Lou's cock. Don was almost double jointed, he held on to Lou and slowly lowered his ass on Lou's organ. For a moment Don's ass bounced on Lou's massive cock head.
Zoltan was always helpful. He squirted some lube into Don's ass as he bounced. Don twitched as the cool lube touched his ass. Don's ass was a swirl of hair on each bun, separated by his pink hole. The combination of hairy masculinity and the pink ass again struck me.
Lou's cock looked bloated and crude compared to Don's hole. I watched as don bounced on the love pole. I couldn't possibly fit. As I thought that, Lou's cock head pooped through the sphincter. Don gasped, but it wasn't a gasp of pain. One Lou stretched open the door, there was no resistance as the rest of the organ penetrated deep into Don's guts. With each bounce Lou's cock vanished into Don's hole.
Lou began to moan. He was shooting off. He pulled Don close and hugged him. "This is a good Christmas," Lou said. "Thanks."
"The pleasure was all mine," Don said in his country drawl.
"Believe me, it was good for me too," Lou said. They broke apart. Don looked at Davie, Zoltan and me.
He looked at us a bit sheepishly. "I don't know if you guys mind sloppy seconds?" Don asked. "It might not be neat." Zoltan answered the question by mounting Don from the rear. I was a surprise attack, but wasn't unwelcome. Zoltan was a dwarf, but there was nothing dwarf about his cock. He was fully equipped.
Zoltan went in all the way on the first thrust. Don was off guard and had no way to resist. Zoltan made Don spread his legs, so he would remain defenseless. On Zoltan's second thrust I realized he had rammed Don's prostate. Don moaned. Zoltan continued thrusting for seven or eight minutes.
Zoltan added his seed to the man brew in Don's ass. I was sure Don was wiped out. Our eyes met, and I knew Don wanted more cock. I got on the bed and don straddled me, a second later my cock was in his ass. Sloppy seconds may be messy, but Don's ass was juicy and hot.
Don leaned forward and we kissed. I frenched him as my cock rammed his ass. I seemed about as good as it could get. It only got better. Davie was watching and saw an opening. Lou and Zoltan were big men. Don's hole had been stretched wide. Davie and I have average sized cocks. With only my cock in Don's ass, Davie realized there was room for his meat.
Davie later told me Don's hole was all pick, puckered and bloated. His sphincter was dilated and hadn't completely closed on my cock. Don was almost double jointed so he was bent over me and Davie straddled us and worked his cock into Don's ass. With all the cum and lube in his ass, there was no resistance.
It was hard to tell who was more excited, Don, Davie or me. Don was being double fucked, but I was being stimulated by Don's ass and Davie's cock. We were all excited. Once Davie's cock joined mine in Don's ass, his ass closed tight. I was still kissing Don. He began to gasp for breath and I felt his hot cum spray from his cock.
Don's orgasms made his ass contract making his ass's grip on our cocks even tighter. I don't know if Davie or I shot of next. Whatever happened Don had his third and fourth load of the day deposited in his willing ass.
Davie and I were close, but had never been as close as we were in Don's ass. We had never shared an ass before, nor had we shared an orgasm. Our cock ejaculated together. It was an extraordinary feeling. As we double fucked Don, we attracted an audience. As Don lay on the bed, limp as a dishrag, Catfish came in and cradled Don in his arms. "You done good, boy," he said. "You're a full-fledged member of the Fraternity now. If you enjoyed doing that as much as I enjoyed watch, it's been quite a night."
Skeeter came up to Don, raised his legs and began rimming Don's well-used ass. "Skeeter's a cum hound," Catfish said. "He doesn't get a cum filled ass too much, so just relax and let him work his magic."
I left the room. I needed a cool drink. Down stairs Long John, Andy, Roddy and Robin were talking. All were nude; Robin and Roddy were hard. Long John and Andy's monster meat had worked its magic.
Roddy had his arm around Robin. Robin was insisting that no one could take a cock as big as Long John or Andy's in the ass. Long John and Andy begged to differ. They brought me into the conversation. It had been a good-natured conversation and obviously had excited Robin. Robin was a muscle stud, entirely shaved except for a cube of pubic hair just above his cock. His meat was good six and a half or seven inches long and was cut.
Both Long John and Andy had fucked me, but neither man brought me up as living proof. They weren't the kiss and tell type. I had taken their cocks, but I didn't like that information distributed. Andy was a bit reserved, but Long John was a wild man. As it turned out, he was a discrete wild man.
Robin was young and infatuated by Roddy. I got the impressions Robin came form a limited background. Roddy was wealthy, handsome and sophisticated. He also liked to help young men find themselves. Roddy wasn't a user, he was more of a guide. His relationship with Robin was more that of a big brother than a lover.
"I still don't believe it would fit," Robin insisted.
Long John stroked his cock. "If you're into big meat, you should give it a try. It's pretty clear you boys are interested," he observed. Long John was looking at Robin and Roddy's erect members.
"Well, your cocks look like exhibits from the Smithsonian," Roddy said. "I've taken a ride on Lou's and that is the upper limit of my ass. I though he was going to split me in half. If Robin wants to take your cock for a test drive, that's fine with me. More power to him." Robin glanced at Roddy. He was tempted, but wasn't sure Roddy meant what he said.
"I don't know if I should," Robin said.
"Kid. I don't want to marry you. I just want to fuck you," Long John said.
Roddy laughed. "Long John, you are a romantic," he said. "My Mom told me sex was for marriage. Boy did that screw me up."
"What do you mean?" Robin asked.
"There's nothing wrong with just enjoying sex," Long John said. "Try as you might, you're never going to have my babies. Don't use Victorian sexual standards for gay sex. We're guys blowing off steam. Let me tell you, jerking off is well and good, but it's not close to the rush I get when I'm in a tight, quivering ass."
Andy came over to me. "I wouldn't mind doing a little show and tell, if you're into it," he whispered into my ear. Roddy was standing next to us and over heard. He got on his knees and began to suck Andy. Andy rose to the occasion. Seeing Andy fully erect did nothing to diminish his attractiveness in Robin's eyes. The night wasn't over.