Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ho! Ho! Ho! 4 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

The sun rose the next morning and melted the ice in seconds, I felt like a new person. The night had been of continuous, low stress, high pleasure sex. Dean, Duddy and I had a new understanding of sex and of our own place in the world. Dean and Duddy thought of themselves as geeks and losers. I viewed my own role as an observer. Dean and Duddy lived in a world of virtual sex. Their sex was digital and medial based. I was the detached observer, overlooking the world from the sidelines.

Rusty alone saw sex as interpersonal and real. He had no interest in virtual cocks and cyber sex. He wanted his cock in a quivering ass, not in a computer-generated construct. He liked the taste of spurting man seed, not the virtual equivalent.

Duddy said Rusty had a smiling cock. He had never met Rusty until this day. Rusty was a top. Duddy and Dean were tops and reluctant bottoms. I wasn't experienced to know what I was. Rusty was more manly than handsome. Somehow, we all wanted to please him. He wasn't demanding, but we knew what he wanted and eventually we gave it to him and loved what we got.

The excitement of pleasing him and the pleasure that contact generated meant we got more than he did. Dean and I had a successful anal experience together. His cock fit my ass as well as my organ filled his hole. Sometimes a cock is an invader in your ass. Dean's cock was like an old friend. Duddy had never had a good anal experience.

I seemed to me there was little chance that a good experience would be with Rusty. Duddy was small and Rusty was big, both physically and genitally. Somehow, Rusty's smiling cock parted Duddy's tight ass and it was fine.

I was preoccupied doing a wild dance on Dean's totem pole and didn't see how Rusty managed it. When I calmed down, I saw Rusty thrusting deep into Duddy's body. Duddy was moaning in pleasure and began to moan louder. Rusty thrust very hard a few times. I was sure that Rusty's sperm flooded his ass and Duddy shot off his load. They were synchronized. It was a good night.

I had to get to work, so our party broke up. As Christmas came closer, the work level increased. I had both the administrative tasks of the church, the musical performances and getting the last minute work of the contractors finished.

I had little contact with the building contractor through the construction process. The rector had done all of that. I had one little problem with a construction worker who said something inappropriate to a female member of the congregation. I said something to the construction superintendent, a rough looking man named Donnie. He was annoyed, but took care of the problem.

Rod had to visit his son in Savanna, so for the final weeks of construction it was just Donnie and me. I was uneasy, but it turned out well. We started with a major problem. Several parts of the fire alarm system were lost in the mail. The alarm system had to be installed for the building inspector to allow us to use the building. Donnie found replacement pieces, but the system would need to be installed over night.

The Vestry required that a senior staff member be in the building at all times during construction. A problematic but important member of the vestry was afraid the construction workers would steal equipment from the church. I thought this was silly since it didn't seem to me that we didn't have anything a normal construction would want. I told Donnie not to worry.

A vestry member, Ralph Smith, had a spy in the office and he found out. Smith was pissed he didn't get to be the Senior Warden and enjoyed making things as difficult as possible. After a tense scene, I told him I would stay in the building all night if necessary. Donnie tried to help by saying if any member of his crew was caught stealing he'd cut off the offenders hand. I appreciated his effort, but I was stuck at the church for two nights.

Since the church had to be open for the alarm men, Donnie scheduled some other trades to ease the schedule a little. A number of men would do this for comp time. They wanted more free time at Christmas. They would do it without charging overtime.

I discovered the crew called Donnie Big Donnie on the job and he was a real leader of men. He looked crude but ran a tight ship. He gave the impression that he was easy going, but if someone tried to cross him or put something over on his he took care of the problem in short order. He had a laborer who was his helper, Scotty. Scotty said no one ever tried to trick Donnie twice. He could be forgiving, but only once.

On my rehearsal night, Elizabeth stayed until I could get there. Elizabeth got along well with Big Donnie and had no problem with the workers. It would be safe to say I wasn't use to construction workers. Classical musicians live in another world but it turned out well. Since I was there, I tried to be helpful and that was appreciated. Donnie left at midnight and his second in charge, Scotty, took care of the late night crew.

They got a remarkable amount done. I took a nap the next morning and then returned for the last night of work. The building inspector was due at 8:30 the next morning. The testing of the alarm system took place then.

Ralph appeared at 8:30 too. He intended to point out all the shortcomings in the construction. Ralph didn't have the foggiest idea about what he was talking. Big Donnie kept his cool and answered all the questions Ralph manufactured. Ralph did manage to piss off the building inspector. He tried to lecture the man on the building code and suggest he was ignorant on construction practice. Ralph actually lectured on what he thought the code should be, if he had been allowed to write the code himself. Ralph had built his own garage. It apparently rivaled the Parthenon in architectural sophistication and refinement.

Ralph was lecturing when the inspector gave Donnie his approval slip, and he left the building. All was well. Our own cleaning crew arrived to do the final cleaning and decorating. The concert was the next day. Donnie stayed with several of his men to help. He was afraid putting the Christmas decoration might make a mess out of the building.

By the time, we had the concert at seven the next evening, Donnie and his crew, Scotty, Juan and Washington were the most popular men in the church. Donnie had a following among those who were directly associated with the building project. I had thought he was a bit crude. He was more correctly no nonsense. When he found a problem, he solved it. If you had a problem, he took care of it without fuss.

Most of our volunteers were ladies or older men. Donnie crew was big construction workers use to hard labor. What was a major problem for our people was effortless for them. Juan and Scotty had no problem with heights. They were also polite in a yes sir and no ma'am way. That was a hit.

Decorating the church for Christmas had always been a pain. With the crew working on it, it was effortless. The crew also brought out the cookie making tendencies in the congregation. Some weren't too sure how a hammer worked, but they knew men liked food.

The next morning the children from or pre-school program were to decorate a tree in the entry. The entry had been a small room. It was a large space with a tall ceiling. The new tree was over twelve feet high and most was out of reach of the children. Juan was on the ladder with Washington passing the decorations to him and steadying the ladder. Juan placed the ornaments where the kids wanted them. The event was a great success.

Ralph appeared to watch. He had a grandchild in the group. He was standing with a group of volunteers on the side and made a comment about how sad it was that wetbacks and jungle bunnies were in even the best places.

Mrs. Stuyvesant Hill, the grandest of our grand dames, hauled him into out parish hall, proceed to rip off his balls, put them in a blender, and then chopped them into a puree. She then mixed them with garlic and herbs, spread them on a cracker and made him eat them. He ran from the building. I was in the entry next door and knew nothing about this except for hearing the applause when the volunteers applauded Mrs. Hill's performance. Ralph resigned from the vestry that after noon.

I got a full report from the other women in the room later. One told me she have never seen a more total demolition of a man in her life. To say lunch was festive understates the case. I left the final decorations to the crew and got ready for the concert.

The event was a total success. The building looked great; the music was wonderful. I thought Ralph's departure lifted a dark cloud from the congregation. Our Rector attended for the first time since his stroke. He was in a wheelchair, but otherwise looked well. It was a good day.

I had a Christmas parts of the Messiah to do three days later, but I had a three-day break. One of my choir members suggested that we do it as a community sing sort of thing. That reduced our rehearsal time, so I relaxed some.

The next day we sent off Christmas baskets to the seniors who were in nursing homes. This went on without a hitch. The church additions were a great success and we had good attendance for all events. People wanted to see the building. The next Sunday's performance of the Messiah was a great success. The additions seemed to have improved the acoustics of the place and everything sounded good.

Adding some zip to the Sunday service was an article in the Post. It was about amateur choral groups, and the Post's critic had been in the audience for the cantata. The critic described us as a good example of well-rehearsed amateurs who produced work of the highest quality. He suggested we were similar to the choral groups who produced the original performances for Bach.

The entire church was a twitter with the compliments. By 2:00 on Sunday afternoon I crashed. I was happy, but very tired. I was going to take Monday off, but Mrs. Long, one of our oldest members ran her son's Hummer into the fellowship hall, knocking out part of the wall. She wasn't hurt. Her car was being repaired so she borrowed her son's car and got confused. She thought the acceleration peddle was the break. No one could figure out how she got the car to go that fast in such a short period. She ran through the wall, across the room and into the kitchen on the other side.

We were lucky in several ways. The construction crew was there and got her out of the car before the rescue squad appeared. They also knew a steel column and beam system supported the roof of the hall. She knocked out fifteen feet of brick infill, but did not hurt the structural stability of the hall. It was a mess, but not a disaster.

Mrs. Long's son was the insurance agent for the church. He arrived quickly and took care of the insurance problems. He talked with Donnie's boss and all was arranged. When the building inspector arrived, Donnie and his boys have everything under control and he issued a permit to repair the damage on the spot. I was afraid the hall might be condemned. Donnie had called the Structural Engineer and he vouched for the hall's stability. By the time it was dark a temporary wall filled in the gap and clean up was well underway.

I was shocked the insurance company could settle so quickly, but Mrs. Long's son, William, said he would pay for the repairs personally. The Long's were prosperous, and fifty or sixty thousand dollars was not a problem. Frankly, I hadn't understood they were that prosperous.

We were now ten days from Christmas. Donnie was good in an emergency. The next day they had rebuilt kitchen wall and it was back in operation. He built a barricade on each side of the damaged wall so it could be rebuilt without disrupting activities in the hall. The masons started the block work and the window could be salvaged.

The contractor was both competent and no fool. The accident received considerable media attention. If he could get it fixed quickly, he would get the congregation's good will and good publicity. Unexpected cash at Christmas was good for the construction workers. This went smoothly, although the pace was frantic.

Donnie lived in Maryland on the other side of the metropolitan areas. I told him that he and any member of his crew that needed a crash pad could use my house. I was only twenty minutes away. In the holiday seasons the beltway was a zoo. An hour-long commute turned into two or three hours depending on the accidents.

A day later Donnie and three of his men appeared at my house at 10:00 PM. My house had three bedroom and two baths. I told them to use the bedrooms and couches as necessary. The bedrooms were every inch my mother's style, with floral wallpaper and fancy linens. The men looked at the rooms and I could see they were trying to figure out how to get in the bed without touching anything.

"Give me your clothes and I'll wash them," I said. I gave them some old bathrobes from my father "Take a shower, go to bed and your clothes will be ready in the morning." That solved the bedroom problem. By the time I had the clothes in the washer, everyone but Donnie was asleep. Their workday started at seven so they had to begin their commute at 5:30 in the morning. Donnie said he would help, but he was snoring on the couch a few minutes later.

I had their clothes in the dryer by 11:15 and went to sleep myself. I woke at six, made coffee and distributed the dry clothes. I saw Donnie naked coming out of the bathroom. He looked good.

"Sorry," he said, "I live alone and forgot the dress code."

"I live alone too and have the same code," I said. They went off to work.

When you are working a 12-hour day, eliminating a three to four hour commute is helpful. The work progressed briskly. The damaged wall had a plastic cocoon enclosing it so the men could work without disrupting church activities. The hard working men brought out all the cooking making an baking skills of the church ladies, so the men felt appreciated.

That night Donnie and Scotty came back to my house with an electrician, Eli. Mrs. Long's car had done more damage to the wiring than had been thought. It was rainy and cold and the men were covered in mud. It gave my washing machine a real workout. Scooter helped scrape the mud off.

"It's really nice of you to put us up," he said. "It's a long haul to my place."

"You men have been a godsend to our church," I said." I live alone so it's not a problem."

"I kind of figured you lived with a boy friend," he said quietly.

"No boy friend here. How about you?"

"I had a pal for a while, but he moved to Texas," Scotty said. "It was nice to get your rocks off regular, if you get my drift. It's catch as catch can now."

I smiled. "Thank god we all have our right hands," I said.

"I kind of like to share the wealth," he replied. Scotty let his robe open and I saw his equipment.

"I like it too," I whispered. "If we were alone, I'd love to play."

"Donnie and Eli are members of the fraternity," Scotty said. "They would love a little tension relief."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. It was hard to believe the construction workers were into man play. The media's stereotypical images of gay men had always bothered me, but here I was falling into the same trap. I was a gay, church musician shocked that beefy construction workers were gay. I had fallen for the stereotype.

We returned to the bedrooms. Scotty wore his robe open and apparently, that was sign that I was on board. Donnie and Eli were on the bed watching the television. They had just showered. When they saw Scotty they shifted a little and I could see their partially erect cocks. I let my robe fall open. Eli leaned over and sucked my cock.

"I've heard an orgasm is better than a sleeping pill for relaxing and getting to bed," I said.

"I've never heard that, but I makes sense," Donnie said. "What rocks your boat? We aim to please."

"I'm pretty open minded," I replied.

"Well, I'm really open minded," Donnie stated. "I like it all, but I admit to having a warm spot for the top. Is that a problem?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"If I told you all three of us like the top, would that bother you?" Scotty asked.

"As long as you take your time, we can see what develops," I answered. I meant that as an equivocal answer, but I soon realized they interpreted anything short of an absolute no as a yes. The three men weren't lovers; they were fuckers. There was no romance involved, but there was a good deal of fun. They saw sex as a recreational activity to be enjoyed by all.

I assumed they were quick in, shoot off and fall asleep men. I think that may have been true of Eli, but Donnie later told me he liked some quality time in an ass. He was into edging. When he got too close he turned me over to Scotty or Eli. They would fuck me until they got close and then let Donnie back in.

I enjoyed it. It wasn't mechanical. They wanted me to be near a climax, just short of ejaculation. Donnie and Scotty were good about that and I sensed I was in the hands of master sexual artists. It was as if they were painting pictures in using their cocks as a brush and my ass as the canvas. Eli was the best-hung man in the group and possessed a hair trigger. He could shoot off early and often. Anytime they wanted to re lubricate me, the turned me over to Eli. He shot big loads.

Donnie and Scotty were both big men, and had me totally under their control. I didn't feel like it was being used. They served me and they served with a smile. They seemed to see fucking as a team effort and the focus of their combined attention. I assumed Donnie was the team leader, but he was just one of the guys.

Eli fed me is cock as Donnie sucked, and Scotty lubricated my ass. Scotty was intro my ass big time and was flattering about my tightness. His fingers were good, but he soon had his cock probing my sphincter.

Scotty had a lollipop type cock with a big head on a thin shaft. He liked to massage my sphincter with his knob, but he eventually pushed deeper and rubbed my prostate. He made a direct hit.

It's hard to play hard to get when you are moaning in pleasure as a man worked over your prostate. Fortunately, none of them was interested in hard to get. Scotty pulled out and Eli took his place. Eli was small everywhere but his cock. It was big and looked bigger in his five foot four frame. He winded me when he rammed me at first, but I was well lubricated.

"Damn, it feels like his ass is shrink wrapped to my cock!" Eli exclaimed. Eli was almost too big for me, but he had a short fuse and shot off. He wasn't the strong silent type and we all knew just how good it was. He left his cock in for a while after the orgasm. I squeezed my ass to coax out the last drops of his man seed. Eli liked that a lot as did Donnie and Scotty.

Scotty took a quick poke. I think he wanted to feel Eli's sperm as a lubricant. Donnie was next. He possessed a beer can style organ, stubby and thick. His cock was long enough to ram my prostate, and he used it as a punching bag. There was barely room for his large cock head and my prostate.

Donnie did not have a short fuse. The continuous cockhead-prostate connection was incredibly intense for me. I could hardly breathe it was so good. I could moan, twitch and shiver. Whenever it became too intense, Donnie seemed to know. He pulled out and Scotty filled the void. I thought the trio was new to the scene, but it became clear that Donnie and Scotty had it down to a science. It was synchronized fucking with periodic orgasms.

This may sound as if it were a mechanical, slam-bam-that-you-ma'am scenario, but it was much more than that. The men had different cocks and different techniques. I'm not sure if I was just worn out or relaxed, but my ass seemed to remain enthusiastic. Scotty noticed my ass remained open after Donnie pulled out and it then seemed to caress his cock as he eased it in. when Eli recharges after his orgasm, my ass welcomed his back to the depths of my rectum.

When Donnie fucked me the next time, Eli straddled me and sat on my cock. His hole was well lubricated and his ass was warm and juicy. Eli liked that so much, Scotty decided to open his hole for me. Scotty said he was a top, but I was pretty sure my cock wasn't sliding in a virgin ass. From his reaction I knew he wasn't a pure top.

Scotty got off and Eli resumed his place on my cock. Eli was small and thin. This time he sat on my cock facing Donnie. Donnie had my legs pushed back and spread wide. It was a tight fit. Scotty poked Donnie from the rear for a short while. Donnie fucked me as I fucked Eli and Scotty fucked Donnie. I think Donnie popped first, but that began a chain reaction orgasm.

We all fell asleep after that. I think Donnie and Eli may have woken up and fucked me again, but I was so tired, I didn't care. I was like a baby being rocked to sleep.