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The Bell Ringer
The first time, he was dressed in a Santa suit, ringing the bell at the mall. His thick black goatee and mustache had just a bit of silver, and he looked like a Santa I'd like to have come down my chimney on a cold winter's night. I'd offer him some cookies and eggnog, and invite him to stay by the fire with me, and then some. I threw a couple of bucks in the pot, making sure I introduced myself to him. Jeff was his name and he gave me a big smile, splitting his thick goatee and moustache. I wished him a merry Christmas, and gave a silent prayer for what I wanted in my stocking. Whew! He seemed a bit familiar to me, but I just couldn't place where we'd met. At least, in my dreams, the ones where I woke up, my cock hard, dripping, my chest damp with lust sweat.
Then, I saw him at the Y that afternoon, both of us in the weight room. I made it a point to get on the treadmill next to his, after I finished my weight routine. I got a good glimpse of his sweaty pits and the outline of his hard chest through the sweaty cloth of his tank top, and the outline of his hard butt muscles and his ample package, obviously held firm by his jock. The outlines of the straps pushed against the tightness of his nylon shorts, and my cock stirred a bit, imagining what his equipment was like underneath all that workout gear.
He mentioned he was the new assistant fire chief in town, and recognized me from the chimney fire my neighbor had a few nights before. He'd been in charge of the crew on the fire truck and had noticed me giving my neighbor a blanket and a mug of tea, as we watched the crew quickly douse the flames and air out the house. Then, I realized I had seen him there that night. His thick moustache and goatee had glinted a bit in the dim light of the street light and the flashing lights of the fire trucks, spray from the several nozzles of the fire hoses quickly soaking everything in the yard, including his turnouts, his thick yellow boots, and the thick hairs of his goatee and the dark stubble of his cheeks. He'd stiffened me up then, too. I thought he was just a fantasy that night, but I'm glad he was proving me wrong.
When Jeff finished his workout, I followed him into the locker room, and was able to get a great view of him toweling off after his shower. I didn't want to get caught staring and so I made a few glances. His strong arms flexing as he toweled off his muscled, hairy chest, and ran the towel down to his firm belly and the thick fur around his cock and balls. He'd filled out the Santa suit nice and tight, but he was sure more fun to look at right now.
He was well built, in every way, and his uncut cock swayed a bit above his balls, as he leaned over to dry off his strong thighs, his hard muscular butt white, and a nice tan line above his crack, his muscular back flexing a bit in the harsh fluorescent lights of the locker room.
I wanted more, a lot more. But, I looked away and finished getting dressed. My cock was noticing him, too, and I had to get my shorts on pretty quick, so Mr. Stiffie wouldn't give me away.
On Monday, we were both at a planning meeting for a new industrial plant on the edge of town, and I was impressed with his knowledge of engineering and the practical needs of firefighters. He gave a detailed and entertaining presentation, but I felt my mind wandering a bit, as I noticed the nice bulge in his slacks and the tuft of hair that poked out of his open shirt collar. I caught a glimpse of the outline of a nipple under his dress shirt once in a while, and my horny cock fueled a nice day dream on what he'd be like in bed with me. We chatted a bit, and Jeff suggested we get together for coffee sometime. I mentally cleared my calendar of every obligation, but managed to calmly suggest a time later in the week. As he turned to leave, I got a nice eyeful of his firm butt cheeks, and my hands itched to test the muscle tone of that handful of flesh.
The next day, he was introduced as a guest at my service club meeting, and I managed to renew our acquaintance. He gave me a big grin, saying it was nice to see someone he knew at the club, besides the fire chief, who had brought him to the meeting, hoping he'd join. A few minutes later, we both volunteered to ring the bell at the local mall, raising money for the Christmas basket project of the club. I jumped at the chance to spend a little more time with this stud, if only to give my eyes a treat. My cock didn't mind either. It was getting in shape just by the presence of his toned and furry body.
I'd asked a few questions after the meeting, and learned he was unattached, and wasn't much of a dater around town. And, I found out he worked out at the Y pretty regularly, which gave me an incentive to ramp up my own workout schedule a bit.
That Saturday, we worked a two hour shift together, both dressed in Santa suits, taking turns ringing the bell, and standing around the red kettle at the entrance to the mall. We had a good time, and a lot of people in town threw in some money and thanked us for helping the less fortunate just before Christmas. It was pretty cold, standing out in the raw winter wind that gusted in from the mountains, and I jumped at Jeff's invitation to warm up with an Irish coffee and a late lunch at the mall's brewpub and steak house.
We hit it off at lunch, and perhaps the second Irish coffee helped. We'd both been pretty frozen after our stint at ringing the bell, and as we sat by the fire, we slowly discovered that we were both gay and unattached, and enjoyed the same pleasures in life. And I sure didn't mind the opportunity to feast my eyes on his ruggedly handsome face, his goatee and thick moustache dark and curly against his tanned face. He hadn't shaved that morning, and I liked the coating of stubble on his cheeks and jaw as he talked.
Christmas was just a few days away and I hadn't any real plans. I asked Jeff what he was doing for Christmas and I got the same answer from him. I suggested he come over to my house Christmas Eve and we could quietly celebrate the holiday, and get to know each other a little better.
"Stay overnight, too," I added, suggesting that we could sample a rare bottle of Scotch I'd been saving for the holiday, and not have to worry about driving home.
"Ah, Scotch. My favorite," Jim said. "And, I'll bring a bottle of wine I picked up on a trip last summer."
I had a prime rib I'd been saving for a special occasion, and told Jim he could bring a dessert and I'd cook a gourmet meal to celebrate. I had some other prime meat I was willing to share with him, too, and I didn't have to dig that out of a freezer any time soon. It was already primed and willing to be served to my guest. I hope he liked it rare, with a healthy amount of my special homemade au jus. It has been brewing for a long time, and the pressure was building. It was time to heat it up and serve a generous portion. I do like to keep my guests happy.
Jim showed up at my doorstep right on time, wine and dessert in hand. He'd worn his Santa suit, and we laughed at the sight of him all dressed up in red, singing a Christmas carol and "ho ho hoing" as I gave him the tour of the house and fixed him a Scotch and soda.
It was pretty warm in the house and soon Jim was shucking off his big Santa coat, revealing his well defined torso clad in a tight T shirt. I could see his nipples poking through the cloth and a nice tuft of chest hair poking out at the neckline. I'd never had Santa Claus over for dinner before, let along share a drink with him. But, he kicked back on the sofa, drink in hand, and was soon slipping off his tall black leather boots.
"What did you bring me, Santa?" I asked.
"You'll have to wait a bit, until after dinner," Santa said. "And, it depends on whether you've been naughty or nice this year."
"Well, Santa, I've been a good boy, all year," I said.
"Santa likes his boys to not always be nice," Santa said. "If you've been a little bit naughty, I have an extra special present for you."
"Ooh, how naughty?" I asked. "I've been having some naughty thoughts lately, I have to admit."
We laughed at Jeff playing Santa, but Jeff just grinned when I asked him again.
"You'll have to wait and see," he said.
We had a fabulous dinner, and Jeff opened an excellent Merlot he'd discovered. He was quite an expert on wine, it was turning out, and led me on a fascinating discussion about vineyards specializing in old vines and obscure varieties of grapes. He was thinking of attending a seminar on learning how to blend various wines, called meritage, and perhaps changing careers.
As we sipped our wine, I kept admiring this handsome specimen of manhood at my table, watching the candlelight glow softly on the tanned skin of his face and sparkle a bit on his beard. The soft light showed off the strong muscles of his arms and chest, still covered by his T shirt. I could see me slowly stripping off his shirt, running my goatee through his thick chest hair, and slowly licking his hard nipples. My hands could feel the hardness of his muscular back and firm butt cheeks, and then the furry heat of his ball sack, and the thickness of his cock. My armpits were wet now, with the heat of my lust and the excitement of my fantasy.
He still had on his red Santa pants, and, as we moved into the living room with the last of the wine, I again admired his firm butt cheeks underneath the red velvet cloth tight against his ass. I knew what was underneath that soft, luxuriant cloth, and I hoped that that hot flesh would be part of my Christmas present this year.
Jeff had brought a box of presents he'd received from his family and some friends, and we had agreed that we would share our present opening time with each other tonight. I put on some Christmas music and we took turns opening presents and sharing with each other stories about our families and friends. I had planned to be alone for Christmas, as did Jeff, and it gave me a warm feeling to share this time with my new friend, and have some companionship on what otherwise would have been a lonely, empty night.
Finally, with all the presents unwrapped, Jeff put on his big red Santa coat and hat, tightening the big black belt and buckle around his waist. I looked on with amazement. What was this guy up to?
"Ho, ho, ho," he roared, a deep laugh coming from his belly. "Merry Christmas."
"And, now, my boy, my present for you," he chuckled.
"But, I didn't get you anything," I said, looking at this handsome guy sitting next to me, his moustache wide across his lip, as he grinned back at me.
"Oh, but you did," he replied. "But, its my turn to give you your present first. You've been especially naughty this year, so this is a special present I only give to special boys. It's a present you deserve. And, I think you'll enjoy it."
"But, before you unwrap it, I need to unwrap something else," he said.
Santa's big hand moved closer to me, his palm open. He ran his big paw over my chest, finding a nipple under the cloth of my shirt, and slowly rubbed his fingers around what was quickly stiffening, hardening. Soon, his fingertip found the point of my newly fondled tit, and he slowly rubbed and caressed first one tit and then the other. My breath deepened, and I gasped with pleasure, as he kept rubbing and fondling me.
My cock swelled, my balls moved higher, up against my growing cock, and I felt a trickle of sweat roll down from my armpits. In a moment, he unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, and then, the next one, and the one after that, until my shirt fell open, exposing my suddenly sweaty chest. His fingers moved slowly through the pelt of fur between my nipples, and then to each of my nipples, now aching and hot from his touch. The warmth of his hand fueled the fire across my chest, and in my cock.
His other hand moved behind my neck, and around to my bearded chin, his fingers running through my whiskers, and the sandpapery stubble on my cheek. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hands, as he explored my chest and my face, my beard. My breath slowed, taking him in, concentrating on every movement of his hands.
Slowly, one hand ran down from my chest, to my stomach, feeling the fur on my belly, and the thick strands of the trail of fur leading down to my now hard, aching cock. His heat was hot against my belly, and he slowly began to open my belt.
I heard the soft sound of the leather of my belt being pulled and tugged out of the buckle, until the tightness of the belt gave away. Two fingers moved to the top of my jeans, slowly, oh so slowly undoing the top button. There was a tug, and then, release, as the cloth sprung away from the button.
His hand, sweaty now, just like my chest, ran down the front of my jeans, rubbing up and down over the shaft of my hard cock, still imprisoned in my jeans and my now steamy shorts. Up and down, oh so slowly, as his fingers found the outline of my shaft, the rim around my cockhead, and the aching fullness of my balls, tight under my cockroot.
I felt the tug of the zipper, his fingers now moving the tab down, down. The soft metallic sound of him opening me, exposing me, seemed to fill the room, loud against the softness of his breathing, and my ragged gasps of pleasure.
His other hand tugged at my shirt, pulling the cloth off my bare shoulders, pulling the cloth up my back, the sleeves snagged for a bit in my now wet armpits, until the shirt was gone, my chest now bare, exposed to his every whim. The air of the room felt cool now, against my sweaty chest, and the soaked fur of my pits. Heat rose from my pits, my lusty odor filling my nostrils.
He leaned over, his bearded face close to my ear, his wet tongue against my ear lobe. His breath was loud in my ears, his warm breath hot against my cheek. His breath smelled spicy from the last of the wine, hot with passion.
My hand moved over to the top of his thigh, and I felt his hard cock straining, tight, underneath the velvety texture of his pants.
"What a beautiful gift you give me, tonight," he whispered, his hands tugging at my jeans, pulling down the cloth, pulling off my shorts and jeans with one steady, persistent movement. I wiggled a bit, freeing the pants from under my butt cheeks, until I sat on the couch bare assed, stripped of all my clothes. He quickly stripped my jeans from my legs and feet, and his meaty hand then moved slowly up my leg, caressing the hairs on my calf, my thigh, until he cupped my balls, skin to skin, heat against heat. My balls rose a bit more, tight in their sack, feeling his urgency, his caress.
"Now that I've unwrapped my present, it's time you unwrapped yours," he whispered.
My hands shook with lust, or just nerves, not wanting to go too fast here, but not too slow. I did what Santa had done, taking my time, but eager, too. A long bead of sweat rolled down from my armpit, down my side. My cock, hard now, oozed a steady stream of juice, and the room grew hot with the smell of manly lust.
I pulled, clumsily at first, on the wide leather belt of his coat, feeling the thick black leather and the silver buckle, until it was finally loose. I ran one hand and then another up and down the red velvet of his coat, feeling the white fur of the trim, until the buttons opened, until once again his chest was covered only by the thin cloth of his T shirt. His spicy, hot aroma rose from his pits, his muscles flexing under the cloth.
His T shirt came off his chest slowly, letting me take my time caressing his hot, pointed nipples, and feeling the tufts of thick fur across his broad, muscled chest. Soon, he was stripped to the waist, his chest rising and falling a bit faster, the spicy smell of his now wet pits strong in my nostrils. He smelled good, rich, just what I wanted on this long winter's night. His shoulders were hard, defined, the muscles rippling under the soft fur. He was sweaty, too, and I could smell his clean, masculine smell, mixed with a hint of the wood smoke from the fire, the roast, and a bit of the hearty red wine we had just drank.
My fingers soon moved down his furry, hard belly, until I felt the top button of his velvet pants, and then, further down, the thick hardness of his shaft, pushing tight against the cloth of his crotch. I lingered there, feeling the heat of his lust, the hardness of Santa's thick, eager cock, knowing that I would soon have him thrusting deep inside of me, having his way with me. It was all I wanted tonight, to be with him, to have him take me, hold me, and have his way with me.
Soon, his pants lay pushed down his meaty, furry thighs, and his glory stood tall before me, its uncut head throbbing with the beat of his heart. I slowly pushed down the tightness of his foreskin, freeing his cockhead, and watched a bit of precum ooze slowly from the slit, wetting my finger. I scooped up a bit of his juice, tasting him, smelling him and the first juices of his wet cockhead. My heart beat wildly, my balls on fire, needing him so badly now.
I moved closer, my mouth finding his furry chest, his wide, hard nipples, the thick tufts of wiry chest hair, the citrusy sweat now wet on his hard pecs. I lingered a bit, then moved down his hard belly, tasting his belly fur, a bit of his salty sweat, until my tongue and my lips took him slowly into my waiting mouth. My hand moved down his legs, feeling the bristly fur of his muscular thighs and calves, freeing him from the wad of red velvet around his ankles. I pushed his thighs apart then, running my hand up and down his inner thighs, listening to him moan with pleasure as I found his tight, wrinkled, and hairy ball sack. His balls felt tight, full, in their sack, and I ran one finger around the bud of his hole, feeling him tighten and sigh, my fingers gently caressing and touching his nerves, raising his lust to yet another level.
Later tonight, I'd return to this spot, opening him gently with my fingers, wet with the slippery thickness of his first cum, and wet down his hole, stretching it. I'd open him up, my bearded face joining my fingers, taking in first one ball and then the other onto my wet, slippery tongue, the hairs of his ball sack coarse and wiry, his balls heavy on my sliding, slippery tongue. My drool would flow out of my mouth, soaking my beard, and soaking the opening of his hole. His stiff cock would push against my face, against the stubble of my cheeks and I'd inhale the smell of his just-spent jism and the yeasty sweat of his crotch, my own cock hard and wet and eager once again.
And, then, when he was moaning with lust, I'd move up against him, my furry chest hard and sweaty against him, my cock pushing at his hole, wet and eager, hard again after I'd cum the first time. And, then, slowly, I'd enter him, take him, pushing my manhood deep into him, so deep my balls would push against his butt cheeks, the fur of my crotch wet and curly against his once again hard cock. And, I'd thrust, slowly at first, back and forth, rubbing the round tip of my cock against his prostate, making him moan and thrash with ecstasy beneath me, until, again, we both exploded, spilling our seed into and onto each other, filling the room with the sounds of our moans and cries, and the fresh stench of our seed.
Naked now, both of us, we rolled off the couch, onto the floor, hands and feet and chests and bellies, and hard cocks touching and rubbing and becoming one. Hungrily, we took each other deep inside, both eager to taste each other's juices, to feel each other's hard shafts and oozing cockheads. Saliva and precum and sweat soaked our bodies, dripping and oozing. Our breaths rose and gasped, and soon we were panting and moaning, our seed rising fast in our balls.
And, in a moment, when time seemed to stop, we both moaned and cried, long spurts of pearly seed flying and spurting, soaking beards and sweaty chests, and the thick fur of our groins. The air filled with the yeasty spice of our seed, mixed with sweat and the fragrant evergreen of the Christmas tree, and the wood smoke of the fire.
We lay, spent, drained, in each other's arms, Santa now running a finger along my emptied balls, along the vein of my cock, a finger slowly circling my cockhead. A final pearl of my jism flowed out, onto his finger. I heard him chuckle, watching him slowly move his cum-laden finger to his furry lips, and tasted me, again.
"Merry Christmas," he whispered.
"Merry Christmas, Santa," I replied. "You got me just what I wanted."