Tommy's Christmas Dream
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
Tommy the Top was home from the bar earlier and a lot drunker than usual. Christmas Eve was a bad night for picking up guys. He had used up most of his regulars. Tommy was a classic anti-gay cock sucker. He was a true blue Republican and listener to every rabid hate monger on television and radio. He loved them.
There was one big inconsistency in his life. He loved cock and he loved fucking a man's ass. Love is almost too mild a term. He was obsessed. He craved ass and needed it, almost like an addict. This would normally be a problem given his prickly personality, but Tommy was drop dead gorgeous. He made Tom Selleck and Bruce Willis look like effeminate hairdressers. He was also hung like Trigger. That too was much admired.
To say he was self centered is an understatement. One of his former pals said Tommy could only be truly satisfied making love to a mirror. Once he got off, you were out of the bed and on your way. A few men still accommodated him, but you really had to like his cock, and have a warm spot for being abused.
Another former friend said Tommy needed to move to a bigger city like Chicago or New York. He needed a bigger pool of tricks. He had used up all of Richmond's.
This year Christmas was different. While his father had died years earlier, his mother died in September. She died alone in a nursing home in Emporia. He was an only child and had been the apple of her eye. He assumed that admiration was due to him and he would visit her at Christmas. His mother had a rich fantasy life, so she made up stories about why he didn't visit.
As he got into his condo, showered and went to bed, Tommy felt her loss for the first time. He wasn't feeling good and assumed he had eaten something that was off. He was 47, and for the first time a young guy at the bar called him an old man and told him to stop robbing cradles. That had been a shock too.
He made a mistake and turned on the television. "A Christmas Carrol" was showing and that movie definitely did not hit the spot. He pressed the remote control and went to sleep. Perhaps an hour later he had the odd sense there was someone in the condo. Tommy got up, checked the rooms and made sure the doors were locked. He even checked the balcony door. All was well.
An hour later he awoke with a start. He was facing his old partner in crime, Henry Dumont. Henry had died two years earlier in a plane crash. Henry was top too and they had gone cruising for tricks together. Henry like to pop virgin asses. Tommy liked to open the trick a littler wider. He and Tommy weren't friends in the normal sense, but they shared the same predatory tenancies.
"Is your hole still tight and cock still hard?" Henry asked. Tommy knew it was a dream and was calm and actually a bit amused.
"No changes here," Tommy said. "Why are you here?"
"The dead go where ever they want," the Ghost replied. "It's like frequent flyer miles on the worst airline in the world."
Tommy laughed. Henry made it a habit to complain about the service on airlines. He was a salesman, but was wearing an out of date disco-fever ensemble, much the worse for wear. Henry was normally a fashion plate from GQ.
"At least you can still complain," Tommy remarked.
"I don't enjoy it any more," Henry said. "Death is nothing but regret and emptiness. Did you know your friends are with you in death? Do you remember Leo? He's here, but all his pals are here too. I'm alone. Even my parents are somewhere else. I can see them talking to their brothers and sisters, but I can't contact them.
"Is Leo still a slut?"
"He's the same, maybe more cheerful and friendly."
"He use to drive me crazy, he was short, hairy and troll like. I couldn't believe he thought he had a chance with me," Tommy said. "He never got to first base."
"When I saw him last he was being fucked by Rock Hudson. You know he loved those old movie stars," Henry said, "I hadn't guessed Rock was so well hung. When Rock shot off he pulled out the cum poured from Leo's ass. Paul Lynde was there licking the cream up. They were laughing like school boys."
"How is your sex life?" Tommy asked.
Henry unbuttoned his pants and dropped them.
"What happened?" Tommy cried in shock. He had possessed a beautiful eight-incher, crowned with a huge battering ram cock head. It was shriveled and small now, maybe two inches.
"When you're dead you get the cock you deserve, not the one you're born with," he explained. "It's worse than you think. I'm hard!" Henry sobbed. "I'm here to warn you. If you died today, your cock would make mine look like King Kong's cock!"
"This is a bad dream," I said."I'm going to bed."
"This is the good part of the dream," Henry said. "It will be worse before the night is out. You remember the old "It's not how hard it gets but how it gets hard" saying? Well that's wrong. It's not how much fun you have, but how much fun your partner had that counts. You have used rather than shared. You've seen the movies. You know waht's coming up."
"Three ghosts?"
"Damn right," Henry replied.
"I'm not into this shit," Tommy said as he turned over and went back to sleep.
In spite of his best efforts at midnight Tommy was floating over the Virginia Landscape holding hands with a dwarf like man. He didn't say much but he was on his way to Emporia. They landed in the barn behind his Grandparent's farm. He was in the loft with Rudy and Tyrone. They were naked and looking at each other. Rudy must have been the whitest boy ever born in Southside Virginia; Tyrone was the blackest. They had been playmates and pals for years.
"Tyrone, you're hard!" Rudy said in a whisper.
"That's what you're supposed to have," Tyrone said. "Tommy's cock is big too. Why don't you touch it and see if he gets hard?"
"That was a little game you played, wasn't it?" the dwarf said. "Rudy touched it and you got hard every time."
"Damn it was exciting," Tommy said. "We were just kids and experimenting."
"All the experiments turned out well, didn't they?" Tommy's companion said. "Where are Rudy and Tyrone now?"
"We grew apart."
"No they didn't. Rudy grew up to be a beefy farmer. He wasn't your type anymore. Tyrone was too black. You pushed them away."
A second later they were airborne again. They headed north west and ended up in Charlottesville. Tommy was in his dorm room with his first year roommate, Sam.
"Sam was a man's man wasn't he?" the Dwarf asked.
"He was a weightlifter and wrestler. He was a walk on and became one of the team stars." Tommy said.
In the dorm room Tommy had just entered from taking a shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist. He took it off to get dressed.
"You've got a beauty there," Sam remarked.
Tommy smiled. "You've got a nice one too."
"Nothing like yours," Sam said. "I'm beefy, but not where it counts." Sam was wearing boxer shorts and his cock peaked out of the flap. Tommy's cock responded and firmed up. Since Sam was sitting and Tommy was standing, the cock was at mouth level. Sam leaned forward and took the growing member into his mouth.
"I think that was the most wonderful thing I ever felt up to that time," Tommy said to the dwarf. "He was a great guy."
"He was the first man you ever fucked too, wasn't he?" the dwarf asked.
"Oh yes! I loved it."
"How did Sam like it?"
"He loved it too. I could feel his heart pounding away and his body twitching as I went deep. We did it every time we could," Tommy said.
"Did you open your hole for him?"
"A few times. It was okay."
"I'm just being polite here. I know everything. Tell me what you really felt when Sam fucked you," the spirit demanded.
"It was great. It fit pretty easily, but when he shot off I felt his sperm tickling my ass. I loved it," Tommy asked.
"What happened to Sam?" the dwarf asked. "Did you just grow apart?"
"It didn't work out," Tommy said.
"Do you remember what I said about telling the truth?" the spirit asked.
"It didn't seem to be macho," Tommy said. "I like topping better."
"You cock was just right for Sam's ass, but your hole was too good for Sam's meat?" the dwarf suggested. A second or two later Tommy was back in his bed. The condo felt cool so he turned up the heat and went back to sleep.
A mountain of a man woke him. Bearded and hairy like a gorilla, the man was naked.
"GET naked and bend over," the man demanded. "We're going for a ride." Tommy obeyed.
Suddenly the man's monster cock was in Tommy's ass and they were flying over Richmond. Tommy was supported by the cock. The penetration was totally painless, but every time Tommy tried to say anything, the cock would pulse and Tommy was left speechless.
"My Dwarf friend told me you like to make us self justifications, and lie about your motives," the huge man said. "I hate that kind of shit, so you keep your mouth shut and tell no lies! By the way, lies make me loose my erection, so don't even think about that! You may fall." He laughed heartily. As he did his cock grew and Tommy had an orgasm spraying sperm into the air.
"Damn it! I think it's snowing," a voice from below said. The giant laughed again and Tommy ejaculated once more.
The landed at a run down apartment house on Grace Street. The house had once been grand but was subdivided into five or six "Apartments." They went to the rear apartment of two small rooms. One was a living room and a stove, sink and refrigerator on one side. A three foot high plastic tree glittered on a table and two men sat on the couch watching "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." They were eating popcorn and drinking Coke.
"You recognize Don, although I think you would remember his ass hole better than his face," the giant said. "I think you dropped by to fuck him every time you couldn't find anyone better. He had a crush on you, but sex and affection are a one way street for you. His friend is Gene. He has cancer and won't make it much longer. Gene lost his job and insurance. There trying to get disability and Medicare but it will be approved well after the disease has progressed too far. He a goner."
Tommy tied to say something, but the giant's cock twitched and Tommy ejaculated.
"Damn, I hope we don't had a leak in the roof," Gene said.
"I didn't feel anything," Don said. "Is it time for a pill?"
"I guess it is. Damn they are so fucking expensive!"
"Don't worry, I got a special deal on them," Don said.
"Don didn't get a special deal, he hocked his stereo and works overtime to pay for them," the Giant said. We were in the air again. "By the way, I can't hurt man for any reason, that's why you ejaculate every time to try to tell a lie. If I were a sensible spirit I'd punish you," the big man remarked.
The next stop was at a party that was well underway.
"You have the best parties," a man said to Billy. He was a decorator who seemed to attract friends.
"You can't have too many friends," Billy said. "Someone said I collect stray all the local cats and dogs for my Christmas festivities. As far as I can tell this is one of my best parties."
"How did you miss Tommy the Top?"
"I asked him," Billy said. "His mother died a few months ago and I thought he might need some cheer. He can't make it."
"If they could make artificial ass hole, he'd be the happiest man in the world," a man named Nick said. "it's odd, he looks good and certainly his cock looks even better, but you might as well have an iceberg up your ass." Several men laughed.
"Has anyone ever even felt out his rear door?" another man asked.
"One or two of you may have noticed I have a slight interest in man sex," Billy said.
"Slight as in Mount Everest is a slight mountain?" someone said. The room burst into gales of laughter.
"It's sad to be a gay man who can't fully enjoy sex. Tommy the Top shoves his cock into an ass and shoots off, but that's it."
Tommy tried to say something, but had an orgasm instead.
"Did someone just pop a bottle," Billy asked. Tommy shot off again as the giant laughed. They returned to the condo. The giant didn't leave right away. He spent the next twenty minutes fucking Tommy Giant style. Tommy discovered Giants have orgasms that last for twenty minutes. With each twitch of the monster cock, Tommy ejaculated. Tommy wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn't. The giant could read minds though.
"A Giant can't stop mid orgasm. Lie there and take it like a man," he said. Tommy had used much the same line many times before. The Giant pumped bucketfuls of sperm into his ass. He'd pull out once and a while and let the creamy man seed drool out of Tommy's over filled ass. When he shoved his cock in again, sperm would spurt out of Tommy's ass. Tommy passed out but his body continued to react to the Giants massive ejaculations.
When Tommy woke up he was in his condo. The Giant was gone. Two men in haz-mat suits were talking.
"He'd been dead a fucking week. You'd think someone would have noticed," one of them said.
"There's some nice stuff here, but I don't know if you'll ever get the smell out of it."
"I'd certainly avoid the upholstered furniture," the other man said. He laughed.
There was someone else in the room Tommy couldn't see. The Being brushed Tommy's hand and a second or two later they were at Don's apartment. The little tree was there, but Gene wasn't. Don was staring into space.
Someone knocked on the door. Don answered it and it was Billy.
"I know this is a bad time, but you're not going to spend Christmas alone," Billy said.
"I'm not going to be good company,"Don said.
"To quote a Great American, "Frankly Dear, I don't give a damn." You are coming to my house and spending tonight and tomorrow with me," Billy said. "I like company for Christmas and you have been nominated." Billy was always enthusiastic and convincing. Don went with him.
Again Tommy was naked, flying over Richmond. It was snowing. They landed at a cold, empty building.
A young man was talking with a friend on a cell phone. "You would think a guy would be more considerate than to die on Christmas eve," Tommy recognized the man. He had fucked him a few months earlier. Tommy couldn't remember his name, or if it had been any good.
"Believe it or not it was that old guy they called Tommy the Top. They said he once was a stud. The morgue guys said he was mostly liquefied by the time they found the body. At least it will be a short burn time." someone on the other end of the phone said something.
"The boss wants him in ashes tonight so he won't stink up the place. They're trying to find someone to take the body. Apparently there isn't a long line of people who want him," the man said in response to a question.
"I'm afraid Tommy the top may be meeting his maker in mayonnaise jar," the young man laughed at his own witticism.
The unseen hand touched Tommy and they ascended to the sky. A little whiff of smoke came from crematory. They floated over the quiet streets and settled on Billy's house. This time they were in Billy's bedroom. Don and Billy were there as was Carlo, a portly restaurant owner and Frank, a retired banker. Tommy knew all there asses, but didn't know them. All four men were naked and in the bed giggling.
"It's a bit like a boy scout sleepover gone bad," Carlos said. "I remember hoping against hope that someone would make a move. They never did.
"Well boys we're all members of the same club, so there no need to be shy. I expect to wash the sheets tomorrow. If they are covered in sperm and other man juices I'll be deeply disappointed, Billy said.
"Would it be vulgar to ask if anyone here is a top?" Frank asked.
"I am," Don said.
"This is going to be a good Christmas," Billy, Caro and Frank said in unison. They all burst into laughter.
"I don't know if I can do all of you," Don said.
"Are you willing to try?" Frank asked.
"Shit yes," was the reply.
The Being touched Tommy again and he shrank to the size of a small insect. He was in the bed sitting on Frank's balls watching Don's cock. The cock was shiny with lubricant. The knob looked huge and a bead of pre cum drooled from the wide slit. The smell of the erect organ and the male glands secreting their juices was overwhelming.
Frank twitched as Don probed his sphincter. Then he shivered as the organ popped into the hole and went deep. Frank let out a guttural moan as Don began to thrust.
When Don picked up the pace of his thrusts, Frank stopped him. "If you don't mind, Carlo loves getting the cream in his ass," Frank said. Don gave Frank a few hard thrusts and pulled out. Carlos was more than ready.
The Being touched Tommy again, and Tommy shrank once more. He found himself floating on a river of pre cum in Don's cock. He was squeezed when the cock head went through the sphincter, but soon Don's churning balls expelled him from the cock and Tommy was lubricating Carlo's ass. It was warm and tender and juicy. There was some smell of lubricant, but it was mostly Don's intoxicating man juices.
Tommy felt his ass hole opening up and then there was a flood of opalescent cream. Don's sperm entered his hole and Tommy passed out from the pleasure.
The sun was shining when Tommy woke. In the condo there were no Dwarfs, Giants, unseen Beings and best of all no Haz-mat men. It had been a odd dream. Tommy did his normal morning routine. He was in the bath when he farted and a huge blob of creamy, opalescent man cum drooled from his ass. It must have been a quart or two.
That night Tommy invited Don over for a drink. Don spent the night and added his own contribution to the Giant's cum-stash in Tommy's ass. Don loved it. Tommy had never been more happy.