Santa's Snowstorm 2
By Bob Archman
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Phil and Larry had elderly neighbors, so we dug them out too. The snow was deep and heavy, so we worked hard, but not long. This was a classic heart attack snowstorm, and one of the party guest was a doctor. He was into slow and steady, not overly energetic displays of male hormones.
Dr. Tom was a GP, about 55 and sensible. He was a slight, cheerful man with a carefully trimmed beard. Even naked he looked like a Victorian dandy. He paired up with Maxwell, a physical therapist and nurse to make sure no one overworked. Maxwell was a classic big and imposing, red bear. He had an air of authority and expected to be obeyed. He also gave good massages complete with happy endings. As a therapist, happy endings were not appropriate. In this group sex was entirely acceptable and he was a happy camper.
Another guy, Gus, was a former Greek restaurant owner and an amateur masseur. He got along well with Maxwell. They had developed the happy ending into an art form. Maxwell tended to be oral and Gus liked anal. They discussed their techniques and exchanged trade secrets. Maxwell wanted to combine near complete muscular relaxation with orgasms. Gus was interested in stealth sexual penetrations. He wanted to casually increase the sexual connection so that his clients would seamlessly ease from a massage to total sexual involvement.
I found out these men were interested in the new members in the group, Coach, Father Paul, and me. They also included John Wellesley with us. He was newish. Gus believed gay men were most happy when they were having sex, and felt that a limited sexual repertoire reduced the potential for pleasure. Giving and taking doubled your chance for pleasure. He wanted to expand our repertoire.
Dr. Tom and Gus came to me and told me about their interests. They wanted wanted to know if they could use by bedroom. I said I wasn't sure I wanted to help trick guys into situations they didn't want.
"I don't trick guys. I tell them what I like and let them know my objective," Gus said. "If they aren't interested, that is fine with me. Lots of men have hang-ups that prevent them from full sexual enjoyment. They know it, but a hang-up is a hang-up. It takes work to get through it. Most of the men I have helped come back for more massage sessions."
"I assume you always enjoy it?" I said.
"Of course, we do," Dr. Tom said. "Sex is for mutual enjoyment!"
"Let us make a deal with you. We will give you a massage, and you can decide if it is for our benefit or yours," Gus said. "I think that most sexual activities are a form of massage. What is cock sucking other than massaging a cock with your lips. Fucking is a rectal massage using a penis. In both cases our clients are relaxed and happy at the end. It is the ultimate personal service."
"Gus is a heavy leaker of precum. He makes his own lubricant," Dr. Tom added. That wasn't the way I saw it, but the pitch was so clever and original I said they could use my room. I didn't offer to get a massage, but Coach and Paul were willing.
In both cases it was good that Gus and Maxwell were older men. Coach and Paul were turned off by the idea of sex with young men. Gus was hairy, front and back, stocky and muscular. His black hair was turning grey. His head and beard were mostly grey, but his chest had a grey patch in the middle, but still was black elsewhere. He must have worked out. He had an average cock but oversized balls.
Maxwell was six feet three, and built like a brick. He was bald, but hairy below the neck. Cock size it rarely related to body size, but his cock was impressive as were his low hangers. Dr. Tom was small and thin everywhere except his cock. It looked bigger than Maxwell's organ, but that may have been just in comparison to his body.
The trio had well thought out plan for helping timid men. Maxwell was a leader of men. He and Dr. Tom had big meat and this was usually inspirational for most gay men. When the clients met Gus, they saw he had average equipment, and they relaxed. Maxwell and Tom did the oral part of the massage, and Gus provided the grand finale. Everyone was happy, relaxed and drained.
"It turns out that after a few sessions with Gus, some of the men come to Doc or me for some stretching exercises," Maxwell said. "I'm mostly a sucker, but a trip into a tight warm space is fun, once and a while. Doc doesn't do his patients and I don't do anyone associated with my job, so it works out well."
It was my turn to shovel, so I went over to a neighbor's house. It was the Dickerson's, an elderly couple. He was in good shape for 80-year-old-man. She was fragile. Mr. Dickerson was going to clear the sidewalk himself, but Dr. Tom convinced him that if anything happened to him, his wife would need to go to a home. They had also run out of food, so Larry and Phil took care of that problem.
When I returned to the B&B, my bedroom had become a massage parlor, with Gus and Maxwell in charge. Paul was the first client. He was uneasy and asked me if I would stay with him. He didn't know Gus or Maxwell and all those years in the confessional made him distrustful of men's motives.
Maxwell could have been an abominable snowman, but he was a laid-back teddy bear for Paul. He took his time rubbing Paul's back and chatting amiably. Paul told him of his minor aches and pains. Maxwell, as a physical therapist knew aches and pains backwards and forwards. He knew what caused what and how to deal with them. He realized that Paul's left leg was slightly shorter than the right leg and he needed more arch supports. Paul tended to like shoes that were little more than flip-flops and they weren't good for him.
Most of the men were naked when ever possible, so Paul wasn't surprised we were all nude. He turned over on the table and was semi hard. He apologized.
"Paul, I am older now and I am flattered when I guy shows hard. It isn't a problem," Maxwell said. "By the way, you have a nice one." He reached out and cupped Paul's balls. "Nice balls too. They will be lighter by the time we are finished. Don't hold back. A little sperm shooting through the air is another sign of a job well done."
"I like a lot of air-born sperm too," Gus said. "When I told you that I want to fuck you, I didn't tell you one thing. I love being the first man to fuck a virgin ass. I know some men say it took a while to get used to a cock up their ass. I hope you will think getting fucked is the best feeling you've ever experienced."
"You are really direct talking about sex," I said. "I'm not used to that."
"We're not that used to it either. While men are all interested in sex, they rarely talk about it in a serious way. If you're gay there is almost nowhere such talk is acceptable," Gus said. "For the guys around here, this party is often the only time you can openly talk with other gay men.
As they talked, Maxwell was working Paul's chest, arms and legs. At first, he only made glancing contacts with Paul's equipment, but soon he was gently playing with Paul's balls and cock.
"Your cock is drooling a little," Maxwell said.
"I'm sorry," Paul whispered. Maxwell leaned over and licked the cock drool.
"That's just the appetizer for what is to come," Maxwell said. "Just let nature take its course and everything will be fine. You are apologizing for things that are natural and good."
A few minutes later, Paul turned over and Gus was massaging his back. Eventually, Gus straddled him on the table massaged Paul's back. Gus was nude, and his soft cock rested on the ass crack. Gus, Maxwell and Tom talked with Paul and reassured him that his reactions were fine. I think that Paul must have been raised in the "if it feels good it must be bad," school of Catholic theology.
Dr. Tom made a good case that god created pleasure for our enjoyment. As he talked, Gus lubricated his finger and played with Paul's ass. Paul moaned when the finger massaged his prostate. Gus' cock became firm and then hard. In a split second, Gus pulled his finger out, and substituted his cock head. Only an inch or two of the cock was in Paul, but his knob must have been in direct contact with his prostate. Each of Gus' little thrusts made Paul moan.
After four of five minutes of this, Paul moaned that he needed a rest. Gus pushed his entire shaft into Paul and stopped thrusting.
"Oh, that feels good," Paul said. He was filled and happy. I was nearing my shoveling shift, so I dressed and went outside. There was a wind, but the sun had melted the snow at the top which had formed a crust, so there wasn't drifting. The town plows were having a hard time. The were plowing some and using front-end loaders to remove the piles and the big drifts.
When I returned to the B & B, Phil and Larry were getting ready for Christmas Eve. There was so much going on, I had forgotten what day it was. I was thinking that Snowbound on Christmas Eve would be a great made for TV movie. I laughed to myself thinking that the television program would not be a gay, porn movie.
Strangely, it didn't feel like a porn movie. Phil and Larry had nice friends, affable and cheerful They were gay and sexually active, but the sex seemed friendly. Since everyone was into it and willing, there was no tension. It seemed to be an all for one and one for all situation. There were four of five couples, but they seemed to like to share.
When I came back from shoveling, I ran into Dr. Tom's partner, Frank. He was a 40-year-old carpenter. He was a thin, almost scrawny man with a good attitude. Frank told me that he liked sex a lot, but not as much as Dr. Tom did. "The first time we had a threesome, Tom shot off with the third guy. I bothered me some. I was moody afterwards, and Tom noticed," Frank said. "I told him that he had been overly affectionate. He told me it was just a physical reaction to ejaculating in a tight ass. You can't help but feel loving. He told me that he loved me when he wasn't having an orgasm."
"I told him that was okay. If he loved me 23 hours and fifty-five minutes a day, he could have 5 minutes loving another guy," Frank said.
"Has that worked?" I asked. He nodded. "Does the same rule work for you?"
"It sure does. As a rule, we play together, but sometimes I go solo," he said. "I'm not much of a lovey-dovey guy, but a minute on each side of a cum dump really hits the spot sometime. It seems only polite to be nice when a man as opened his ass for your pleasure."
I was still wearing my heavy winter clothes. Frank was nude and as we chatted his uncut, white snake began to grow. I glanced at it as Frank looked down.
"It's hard to play it cool when you are naked, isn't it," he remarked.
"It's a nice view," I said. "I'm over dressed."
We went to my room. The massage group had gone elsewhere. I stripped, and we sixty-nined on the bed. As we sucked Larry came over to watch.
When we took breather, Frank said, "Your balls produce primo cock drool. I used to think cock drool was gross, but I like it now. Tom taught me to like sperm."
"Did Tom teach you other things?" I asked.
"Now I can take it in the ass. The joke was on him. He's too big for me to take easily, but I have no problem at all taking other guys' cocks since he opened me up," he said.
"Does he think it's funny?" I asked
"He sees the humor in it. He says if you are given a lemon, make lemonade," Frank explained. "Tom will bottom, but it's not his favorite. If he's with a total top, he brings me in to be pinch hitter bottom."
"Does that bother you?"
"If it feels good, who cares? Tom discovered that watching me take it in the ass turns him on big time," Frank said. "I get a good fuck from the guy I'm with, and then an even better session with Tom later."
"You've been telling tales on me again," Tom said. He had come in the door and we hadn't heard him.
"We're all members of the same club," Larry said from the sidelines.
"Frank may not have told you, but I have some odd tastes. There seems to be a lot of men who are into young virgins, innocent and pure. I like men who have some mileage on them. Men who aren't shocked when I tell them I want to shove my cock in their behind," Tom explained. "My cock is big, and a more experienced man appreciates it more. I like an ass which is open, but firm. My best experiences are with a man that has already taken a few loads. Sperm is a great lubricant, but I admit, another man's cum in Frank's ass, adds a little extra tingle for me."
"Do you run into sperm filled asses often?" I asked.
"Frank gets a load for me once and a while. This party had been the mother lode for us. Three guys came in him last night," Tom said.
"The men here know your tastes?" I asked.
"This party has been a regular event over the last five years. We know what guys like and often it's the only time you can get it until the next party," Larry explained. "The snowstorm has turned this from being a sprint into a marathon. Everyone seems to be holding up well. The party is either at Christmas or New Years. We usually had a gang orgasm at the end of the party."
The ideal of a gang orgasm struck me as messy and complicated, but Frank returned to sucking my cock and Larry and Tom connected. We then had lunch and I returned to my snow shovel. It was almost a winter carnival outside as the snow clean up went into high gear. I did 45 minutes ab returned home.
Back in my bedroom, Dr. Tom, Gus and Maxwell were introducing Coach to his prostate. This had been a great success. Gus had opened him up, but both Tom and Maxwell took turns stretching him wider. I thought that Coach's aggressive masculinity had encouraged his, "I'm a real man, I can take it" attitude with respect to Tom and Maxwell's over-sized organs.
Whatever made him take them, it was clear that Coach had an affinity for big tools. He obviously loved the horse cock deep in his rectum.
Gus was watching and came over to me. "You do know that I don't need to massage you? I can just fuck you here and now without the massage. I was rock hard as I watched Coach moan with every deep thrust. I didn't exactly say yes, but I shifted my legs, making my hole available.
Gus moved behind me. He was muscular and stocky, but only five-five. He bent his legs and nuzzled his thin tool in my ass pucker. "Sometimes it takes some effort to pop past your sphincter," he said.
Tom replaced Maxwell at Coach's ass. He made one hard thrust and his huge cock vanished in a split-second. A split-second later Gus' entire cock was in me. It was effortless and painless. Gus and I stood still, and then Gus began making little thrusts. I tried to grab it with my sphincter, but he was well lubricated. At first, I wondered what the fuss was about. It was okay, but that was it, just okay. It was more than just okay five minutes later.
Gus pulled out, but another cock replaced him. It was quite a bit thicker than Gus's cock, but shorter. I was surprised to realize the new cock belonged to Paul, the Catholic priest. I squeezed his tool with my sphincter and bed over a little. I don't know exactly what happened next, I almost passed out from the pleasure. Looking back, I think Paul's cock directly rammed my prostate. Every time he thrust it was like an electric shock of pleasure. I am not sure I knew the prostate could be a sex organ. Paul didn't know either, but his cock seemed to merge with my ass and we became a mutual stimulation society.
"Oh my god!" he cried. "I'm going to shoot!" he sounded shocked, but he didn't pull out. I felt him shooting, like a miniature fire hose. I began to shoot. Paul and I were out if it, but Maxwell was watching, and he dropped to his knees and took my load directly from my spurting cock.
Maxwell didn't just take my load, he made feast of it, and combined it with a little cock worship. I slowly came down from the sexual high. Gus told Paul to leave his cock in my ass and let it go soft. "Tim needs a soft landing," he said.
At about six that night, the town plows reached our street. They had been augmented by State Highway Department plows and plows from less hard-hit towns to the south. Phil went out and said we would be able to get out on Christmas day.
We had a Christmas Eve party starting when it got dark. With the plows and heavy equipment at work in the dark, the town didn't want any residents in the way. One misplaced scoop for a front-end loader and they wouldn't find your frozen body until spring. We were all tired but relaxed.
I assumed it would be a quiet night. Heavy work outside in the snow or preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner for twenty men would take its toll. I assumed everyone had shot off two or three times and were mellow.
I was 100% right about the mellow part. We were all laid back and relaxed. The stimulation of being with 20 like minded men who had above average sexual drives encouraged what might be called mellow fornication. By nine that night, it was clear being mellow and relaxed didn't affect our genitals.
Paul came over to me. "Did I hurt you? Did I disgust you?" he asked. "I didn't know you had never been fucked before."
"It was mind boggling and I didn't know exactly what was happening exactly, but I do know it was great," I said. "I just hope it was as good for you as it was for me," I said.
"I didn't know you could feel the way I did," Paul said. "I was brought up on stories of saints experiencing ecstasy. I didn't know I could experience it myself," he said. "I have to make a confession. I've dreamed about fucking for years. I was terrified given the problems with priests and choirboys. I thought you would be a safe choice. You are a nice guy and you are Protestant. You don't have the Catholic baggage. It sounds calculating. I hope you aren't offended."
I smiled. "Well, I'm not a choirboy for sure. Is there someone here you really wanted to fuck?" I asked. He said John, the Presbyterian minister was a beautiful man.
"Why don't you tell him and see what happens?" I suggested.
"He is a friend," Paul said.
"Friends can enjoy sex too. It's not one or the other," I said. Paul wandered off. Denny and Billy came over to me.
"Some of the guys are going home tonight. We're staying and were planning a post party, party," Denny said. "We would love to have you come if you are interested."
"I'm tired, but might come." I said
"Denny wasn't entirely clear about the party. It's for the men who didn't get enough sex earlier," Billy said. "There is one rule, nobody says no. Some guys tend to get left out or sidelined in the main party. Not so tonight, every cock can be sucked, every hole filled."
"Billy and I connected at one of these parties three years ago," Denny said. "We've been going at it a couple of times a week ever since."
I said I would think about it. Several men left in the next two hours. You could call the town offices to find out what street were passible and where travel was possible. Men went off to have Christmas with brothers, sisters, parents and friends. We had clear the parking areas, but some cars needed a push to get out. The after party-party got underway around 10:00.