The Unwelcome Christmas Guest 2 By Bald Hairy Man
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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Gus and I talked a little longer and then he went to see Roger. This gave me a chance to talk with Dudley. He was both affable and pleasant. Roger was still out of it.
"In some ways he's pleasanter than usual," he remarked.
"That would not be difficult," I said. "He's never been pleasant to me."
"He's rather a sad man. His father is a fundamentalist preacher of the worst sort. He had a miserable childhood and he's never really recovered from it," Dudley explained. "He moved here so his family would never discover his deep, dark secret. I don't think he has ever really come to terms with his homosexuality."
"Is that why he's so sour?"
"I'm not sure he's ever been little Miss Sunshine, but it hasn't helped," Dudley said. "His partner of thirty years died seven years ago and no one in his family ever knew he existed. His partner was a closeted as he was and they had a limited sex life. His partner was the organist at the Baptist Church. Apparently they never saw each other naked. They always turns out the lights."
"That sounds sad," I said. "He seems to get along with you and your group."
"That is by accident. He came to a party at my house and it was a bit wilder than he had experienced. Let's just say my friends are open minded and not shy," Dudley continued. "He walked into a mini-orgy in my bedroom. He was shocked, but when he saw Gus and Gus' organ he was captivated. Roger's partner had been delicate and small and Gus is the opposite."
"Roger came to me and told me what was going on upstairs. I told him everyone was an adult and they could do what they wanted," Dudley said. "I thought he left to go home. A little later I went upstairs and found out that he had joined the group and Gus' horse cock was deep in his ass. About a week later Roger visited men and apologized. At first I thought he was sorry he complained to me about the party. In fact. He apologized that he had enjoyed himself so much."
"He thought having sex with a man he didn't know was a sin of the worst sort. He seemed to think Gus was a thug of some sort," Dudley continued. "I told him the party was for my friends and none are thugs. Whatever Gus had done to him, at least he wasn't going to get pregnant. After some more conversation I realized the really thought that pleasure was sinful and sexual pleasure was doubly sinful. He has a slightly more realistic understanding of pleasure and sex now, but some of those fundamentalist tendencies emerge from time to time."
"I have one question about your story," I said. "How many men does it take to make up a mini orgy?"
Dudley burst into laughter. "I think it takes five, but you can do it with four if one is unconscious!" he replied. "I think an orgy is when the sex is purely for having fun, not for expressing love, or seeking out a new life partner," he said. "Roger thought that sex was for procreation purposes only. That excludes 95% of sexual activity in the world."
"I seem to be looking for true love." I said.
"If the only thing that you look for is true love are you missing companionship, friendship and plain old fun?" Dudley asked. "If you set the bar too high, what do you miss? If an athlete lives only to win a gold medal at the Olympics, does he miss all the small victories that make up life?"
"I had a great Aunt who always said she wouldn't settle for second best. I think she was hoping for Gary Cooper or Clark Gable. She could have had a good life if she smelled the roses along the way to finding her fantasy lover," he said. "She didn't find it, but the way."
"Just having sex with men seems superficial to me," I said.
"What's wrong with superficial?" Dudley asked. "I don't expect every action I take to reflect deep and intense interpersonal relationships. What is wrong with guys getting together to have some fun? Golfers don't ask that everyone in a foursome be close personal friends. Gus, Roger and I get together for mutually enjoyable sex."
"I never looked at it that way," I admitted. "I always wanted more."
Dudley smiled. "We want more too, more pleasure. We are relaxed about things now. We know what floats Roger's boat and he knows the same things about us. We are a mutual admiration society. But it might be better to say were are a mutual satisfaction society." Dudley leaned close to me. "At first, the most uncomfortable thing about our relationship was letting it all hang out. We all have little quirks about our sexual needs and wants that embarrasses us. We all think they are deep, dark secrets that no one would understand. I was a surprise that no one seemed to care, of if they did care it was because they were interested!"
"We know all these things about our little trio and we indulge them," Dudley continued. "Roger likes to be used, more accurately he wants his ass to be used. He loves it when we all take turns shoving our cock into him and dropping our loads. After we are done, he relaxes his ass and lets the cream drool out. When the man seed dribbles over his balls, he has a hands free orgasm. We get to drain our balls and then he gets to do the same."
"I can't imagine taking three cocks," I said.
"Have you ever done a threesome or a foursome?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I think I would be embarrassed. It's not intimate at all."
"I can tell you that sometimes intensity trumps intimacy," he replied.
Gus and Rufus returned from Roger's room. Roger had fallen asleep. It was time for our dinner. It was festive and cheerful. Conversation flowed easily and we shared Christmas stories. The food was good, as was the wine. No one was drunk, but there was a nice buzz.
The guys went off to see Roger one more time before he fell asleep for the night. I dozed off on the couch. I woke when the phone rang. It was the city Emergency Alert System. We were in an ice storm and all vehicular traffic was banned until further notice. I turned on the television and the Weather Channel. I had been so busy I hadn't checked. The ice storm to the north of us had shifted to the south. I looked out the window and saw that the street was ice. It looked like glass. The forecast was for the storm to stop shortly after dawn on Christmas Day, and then melt. The high tomorrow would be in the 50s.
The lights flickered but did not go out. Dudley and Rufus came out of Roger's room. I told them there was no way for them to get home.
"Well we have enough food here to survive the apocalypse. A sleep over isn't a problem," Rufus said. Gus joined us and we told him the situation.
"That storm was supposed to be well to the north of us," he said. We stood at the window and watched rain freeze on contact with the ground. There was an explosion in the distance. That was a transformer blowing. The lights went out. The candles on the table provided light. My last partner had been into candles big time, so I was well supplied. I found more candles. I also had a fireplace in the living room and master bedroom with gas logs. I got them going, so we had heat. It was cozy and warm, sort of the like the old time images of Christmas you see on cards.
Then next time I looked out the window the town was dark. Lights were out everywhere.
"I was a scout leader for years," Rufus said. "We can sit around the fireplace and tell scary stories! I hope the Hook Man isn't on the prowl!"
"I think the Hook Man liked nubile, virgin girls, not old, very well used fags," Dudley said. "If worse comes to worse we can offer up Will. He's the only one in our group who is a catch!" Everyone laughed. Rufus opened another bottle of wine.
We gathered near the gas long and I brought out quilts, blankets and pillows. We were in a dark, warm room with wine, food and good conversation. I knew everyone was gay and from my conversations I knew everyone was willing to play, except for me. A little later I forgot that I was unwilling.
"It's nice to have no television in the background," Gus said. "It was that way when I was a kid. Somehow we had a normal life without it."
"With no lights and a fire going, it feels almost medieval, or at least Early American." Dudley said. "I guess everyone went to bed. I hate to sound like Austin Powers, but a nice shag would be a nice way to start a long winter's night. Orgasms are relaxing."
"Some things never change," I said. I looked at the men in the flickering light of the fire. Gus was next to me. I put my arm around his shoulders. My other hand was cupping his impressive basket. Somehow it didn't seem to mind connecting with these old men. In my wine-enhanced mood, I wanted to see his man tool.
"God, I'd love to fuck you," Gus said.
A voice said, "That would be fine with me." It took me a few seconds to realize it was my voice. Rufus stripped and soon we were all naked and exploring. I remembered seeing a Victorian painting of a Sultan's harem, with his wives languidly lounging nude, waiting for the Sultan to make his choice for the night. I felt that way, but I knew I would be the one.
I had never done a threesome, not to mention a quartette. Somehow, it seemed that where ever I turned there was a cock. That seemed very convenient. No one was shy and no one was unwilling. Dudley had a long, thin cock with a large, mushroom type head. He was easy to suck and to deep throat.
Gus was sucking my cock. He was a good sucker, but his beard was soft and luxuriant. My ball sack seemed to float on the furry cushion. I sucked all three men and they sucked me. Gus was indeed big; I could barely get his cock head in my mouth. He was a heavy leaker and his rich cock juices turned me on.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked Gus.
"We all want to fuck you," he replied. Gus was a hairy Greek. In the candlelight, he seemed like an old, but well-loved teddy bear. He was an excited teddy bear and that was good too. We rearranged ourselves into the sixty-nine position. He pulled my legs up so he could suck my cock and balls and lick my hole. His interest in my hole seemed to grow. I wanted to open my ass so his tongue could get in deeper.
He returned his attention to my cock and I felt something at was ass. There was a quick thrust and a second later there was a cock deep in my ass. It must have been heavily lubricated because it was painless except for a twinge as the knob popped through my sphincter. Gus moved and I could see it was Dudley.
"Dudley's mouse is playing," Gus said. I didn't understand the comment. When Dudley began to pump I figured it out. Dudley's oversized mushroom crowned a thin shaft. I could feel the oversized cock head, but not the thin shaft. It was as if the head had a mind of its own and was scampering in my ass.
The night before Rufus had massaged my ass. Dudley played with it. He was in no rush to shoot off. It was sex play more than intercourse. He noted when I reacted as he played and he returned to the good spots often. His fucking wasn't a frenzied rush to an orgasm. He was playing and enjoying it. At first it was just pleasant, soon it became much more than pleasant.
Dudley pulled out and Rufus replaced him. He was thicker and shorter. While it didn't go as deep, it rubbed my prostate almost continuously. When it was almost too much for me he pulled out and Dudley returned.
By this time I was really excited and his knob almost tickled. I felt pleasure, but also felt affection with the men who were using my ass. It seemed as if having men who I barely knew fucking me was an ordinary thing. I was sure that their pleasure fucking me was equaled by my own pleasure at being fucked. They were friendly, playful and fun. There was no angst, or drama. It was fun and pleasurable. I felt like we were kids playing. Granted we were playing sex games rather than Cops and Robbers, but it was more sex play than intercourse.
I loved it and wondered how much of the difference was my own attitudes. When I was looking for Mr. Right, the great and only true love of my life, had I demanded and expected too much? I wanted him to be perfect and expected each sexual interlude to be mind-blowing. Each sexual contact tended to be disappointing and they became more disappointing as I came to know my potential Mr. Right better.
Since I had no expectations about Rufus, Dudley or Gus, I couldn't be disappointed. They were not my Prince Charming type. Maybe it was a gang bang, but Rufus and Dudley seemed to be solicitous of my pleasure. It wasn't at all one sided. I was surprised it was so good, and the pleasure intensified the more we played. We took a break. I needed to catch my breath and wanted a little more wine.
"Will, you are the first new guy I've fucked in several years," Dudley said. "You are great, I appreciate your willingness. My pals here are fun, but there isn't much mystery anymore. I enjoyed myself immensely. I hope you liked it too?"
"I'm afraid you will think I'm a slut. I liked it too much," I said. They all laughed.
"At my age I hope my new partners are slutty and myopic! I am definitely not ready for my close up," Rufus said. "All men have cocks, but few know how to use it and how to share the wealth! We've been fucking you, but our asses are yours if you want them."
"It's time for Gus if you are up to it." Rufus said. "I had a suspicion last night that you would be able to take him. I pretty sure now that you would love it. Are you ready, or have we worn you out? You know there is no requirement that he fuck you. He's real thick and we can take care of him without your aid."
"I think big cocks like Gus' organ are different from normal cocks. It's not that they are just larger, they intensify the feelings exponentially," Dudley said. "Most men fuck your ass, Gus fucks your entire body. Once or twice he's fucked my brain. We've opened you up, but it's still going to be tight fit, but if you are willing it could be great for you."
"Is it worth it?" I asked. I wasn't sure if he was trying to discourage me or make it sound more appealing.
"For me it was," he replied. "It was total sexual involvement."
"I want to try it," I said. Gus was silent during the conversation, but he smiled when I said that. He was ready. This may sound odd, but it was a group effort. Dudley and Rufus acted as helpers, cheerleaders and interested observers.
"From my experience with Gus two things are important, good attitude and the right angle of attack," Rufus said. I was on a quilt on the floor. Rufus put some pillows under my ass. Gus assumed the position and his lubricant covered cock was at my ass.
"Gus is a muscular, strong man and his cock is hard as a rock," Dudley said. "He can do anything he wants, but he wants you to be in control. You tell him of it hurts or you are uncomfortable."
"I like to take it easy," Gus said in almost a whisper. "That's hard because I am so excited. When I was younger I wanted to go deep and hard on my first thrust. I have since discovered that if I go slowly, it's frustrating, but the urges and man juices build up. I can hold back the orgasm. My cock hates that and loves it too." He pushed a little. As he began to pulse, my ass slowly relaxed and opened.
"You are uneasy. You want me in you, but you are afraid," Gus continued. "Your sphincter is more afraid. I want your sphincter to invite me in. Your ass loved Dudley and Rufus' organs, it will love mine. Try to make it kiss my cock. I have a wide slit, oozing ex juices. Kiss it, caresses it."
He was pushing harder, but only little harder. Rufus had his cock near my mouth. I stuck my tongue out to intercept some pre cum drooling from his slit. The second his man juice touched my tongue, my sphincter gave up the fight. Gus' cock went in deep enough to rub my prostate. As his knob reached my prostate I almost passed out in pleasure.
Dudley told me my cock had gone soft as Gus played with my ass. When Gus popped in, I became rock hard.
"What a beautiful view. Damn. It's hard to believe that cock can fit, I want to watch that ass swallow your monster! Push it deep Gus." Dudley said as he bent over and swallowed my cock. His mouth was warm and soft. I don't know what happened next, other that it was good and I couldn't think straight.
Eventually, I managed to whisper, "I can't take this anymore; I can't breathe." Dudley sat up, and Gus slowly pulled out of my ass. He lingered for a little leaving only his cock head in my ass. When he pulled all the way out, I felt a wave of relief, and then I felt empty. Rufus slipped his cock into me and my ass clamped tightly on his cock. I was like an old friend.
"That was too good, I couldn't take any more," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry the night is still young and we are not in a hurry," Dudley said.