The Unwelcome Christmas Guest 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 or bldhrymn@aol.com
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As Christmas day wore on the ice remained in place on the streets and the atmosphere inside my house became increasingly relaxed. The night before I had just met Gus, Dudley and Rufus. They were old friends, I was new to the group.
We had connected sexually, but that was just the beginning of our inter relationships. Previously I connected with attractive men who were the right age and met my standards of physical appearance. I liked being seen with handsome young guys. Many of the men I connected with were considered to be hot by my other gay friends. You might consider my relationships to be demure and correct. The sex was good.
Recently, I had come to suspect that the moody, handsome youths in GQ were easier to look at than to live with. I was considered to be a good looking man, but as I aged, some of them seemed to think my income was more attractive than I was. I had a busy professional life that demanded time. I couldn't take a week or two off to go to Miami for an art festival. Spending every night at a club wasn't my idea of fun. I wasn't a bar-fly or a bed hopper.
Dudley and Rufus were average old men, who had once been handsome. Gus was the sort of man that my friends would consider to be a troll. He was old, beefy and hairy. None of them were suited for a photo spread in GQ.
My relationship with Rufus started with sex. I wasn't attracted to him, but he could help with Roger and I needed that help. I had no expectation that sex with Rufus would be any more than a utilitarian stress reducer. I assumed it would be his stress.
It took me a little while to realize that what I had thought was good sex had been only pale and modest explorations of my sexual potential. Rufus was interested in pleasing me. I felt new, intense sensations. I had assumed he would be pleased at fucking a young stud. It didn't occur to me that I would enjoy it. Rufus understood, that the more I enjoyed it, but better it was for him. My ass wasn't just a warm tight place to dump his load. Rufus treated my ass a full-fledged sex organ to be massaged, caressed and eventually bathed in his warm man seed.
The man seed thing was unexpected too. Rufus had shot off in me and when I thought about it, I became turned on. Not only had he fucked me, he left a part of him in me. Before Rufus, sperm had been the messy by-product of an orgasm. It was something that needed to be cleaned up. Rufus' man seed seemed more like a gift, than a mess. It was exciting to be with Rufus.
It was the same with Dudley and Gus, although Gus provided a very different experience. Rufus and Dudley's cock explored my ass and its sexual potential. Gus occupied it and made it his own. I wanted to be a part of him. He filled me and used me.
When I say he used me, it was not like the cruel landlord and the poor girl of Victorian fantasies. He used me the way you use your tongue to taste. I was a part of him; he was a part of me. This feeling only lasted as long as he was lodged in my ass, although there was an after glow.
Gus' oversized and gross cock turned into the ultimate sex tool. It fed me his sex juices. I felt an emotional connection to it and to him.
I didn't know if I was a size queen of if my excitement was solely associated with Gus. I didn't care. Gus could fill my needs easily.
There was another discovery of this Christmas season. I was typically a one orgasm a day man or at best, one in the morning and another at night orgasm. I was usually asleep a minute or two after my last ejaculation. While I wouldn't say I had become insatiable, I now wanted more. I wanted more sucking, more fucking and more men in my ass.
It remained cold outside and the ice refused to melt. The men took turns calling friends and relatives wishing them Merry Christmas and assuring them that they were safe. The ice storm had been a feature on the news so everyone knew.
Dudley had called a friend who lived a block away and had lost his electricity. In his case a tree had fallen on the electric lines to his house. He had no heat. Dudley asked if he could come over. Of course I said yes. You couldn't say no on Christmas Day. Dudley called him back and told him to come over. We got dressed. It seemed as if they day's entertainment was over.
I must have looked disappointed. Dudley came over to me and whispered, "My friend is a member of the club. He usually tends to be playful."
The doorbell rang. Dudley went with me to the door. When I opened it there were two men. Dudley's friend, Fred and another man who he introduced as Jerry. My heart sank again. Fred was a barrel chested man, with a beard and twinkle in his eye. I would have said he was Santa type, but his beard was coal black. His face was pink and his eyes blue. I had seen Jerry before. He was a florist who did large events such as banquets and upscale weddings.
Jerry was an unimpressive man with a hangdog look. He had a Fu Manchu beard, was average in every other way. Jerry had been making deliveries on Christmas Eve and his car had spun out and into a ditch on his way home. He had spent the night in his truck. He was on the verge of running out of gas when he saw Fred trudging through the ice covered snow. They were friends.
Only Dudley knew Fred, and no one knew Jerry, but everyone seemed to know fellow gay men in need. Jerry had never met Gus, but he seemed to know of him. He asked if he was "Big Gus." Gus smiled and said, "Maybe."
They made some calls. Jerry's mother had been calling his house all night and had called the police too. They told her to call back in a day. The phones were out in areas of the city as was cell service. Apparently half the town was lost or unreachable. Both men were cold so I suggested they take a hot shower. Fred said that would be good as did Jerry.
"Do you need any help scrubbing your back?" Rufus asked.
"No," Fred said. "But I'm big on water conservation, so if anyone wants to share, I willing."
"It will be a tight squeeze," Gus said.
"To tell you the truth, a tight squeeze sounds real good to me!" Fred said. I have a three bedroom house and there is a bath for each bedroom. Roger was sleeping in the master bedroom, but Fred, Dudley and Rufus took one. I was in the second with Gus and Jerry. Jerry had a scrawny, hairy body that definitely had not been manscaped. His cock was average, but he possessed two good features. He had no gag reflex and his ass was almost prehensile. It could grab anything you shoved in it.
Jerry liked sex and didn't have a shy or reserved bone in his body. He was also almost double jointed. He was ugly and strange but after a few minutes with him I didn't care. Jerry bent over to suck me as Gus worked his cock into Jerry's ass. Jerry deep throated me and then swallowed, massaging my tool. You could tell Jerry loved this.
I was facing Gus across Jerry's back. He leaned over and we kissed. That turned into a hot make out session. After ten minutes, the hot water began to run out. We dried off and went to the bed. The men from the other bath joined us and we formed a mass of sexually charged, fornicating men.
It was clear that we all shared common sexual interests and tastes. For some reason it seemed as if we were all old friends. I realized if you liked it all and were willing to accommodate all, it was easy to get along. No one was picky or demanding.
I was more surprised when I thought of us as "we" rather than as them and me. I included myself in the group. They weren't my type and a week earlier I would have scoffed at the thought that I would be in the middle of a group of old sex-crazed guys. Not only was I in the middle of the group, I was loving it.
The sex was exciting and pleasurable. The relationships were superficial and solely based on sex. This was the sort of relationship I had once rejected as unworthy. I was lucky that I knew that sex and love are not the same thing. This was an understanding that eluded some of my friends who thought fucking was a sure fire indicator of true love.
I discovered that while my relations ships with Gus, Dudley and Rufus weren't love, they became closer as we explored our sexual potential. Intense, mind blowing sex seems to leave a residue of friendship. We were not so close that it bothered me that they were playing with other men, but I was pleased when they returned to me. They were indeed a mutual satisfaction society.
Some of this may have been due to the men's character. They were generous, outgoing guys who had a lot of love to give. They could share. That isn't true for everyone. I knew a guy in high school who always had a best friend. He had a series of best friends, one after another. He never had two or three best friends. Other guys seemed to move in a cluster of pals and buddies.
These cluster of buddies were sometimes exclusive and set, but others were fluid and open. Rufus, Dudley and Gus were a cluster of buddies, but if their treatment of Fred, Jerry and me was any indicator, they were open.
Fred was a beefy, black-haired, Santa type. He had a gut. His cock was a thin, six incher that looked dwarfed by his massive body. His balls were low hangers, huge and contained in a generous ball sack. He was easily excited and dribbled and drooled nonstop. All of us seemed to like man ooze, so that was good. He liked to be milked and his balls produced enough cream to support multiple orgasms.
Jerry and Fred fit in the group well. After an initial round of getting to know you sex, we calmed down and talked. The men had many shared friends and experiences.
"Do you men get together much?" Jerry asked. "Sexually I mean?"
"We don't schedule it, if that's what you mean, but we average something once a month," Rufus said. "We are like a club that gets together for dinner and some sex!"
"Do you take applications for new members?" Jerry asked.
"You liked it here?" Dudley asked. "We are all old guys and well beyond our sell by date. There doesn't seem to be a line of applicants."
"I have a high sex drive and it is hard for me to get enough sex to be satisfied," Jerry explained in his deep, rather gravelly bass voice. "Sucking and fucking with five men does the trick for me. I like it in the ass. That really floats my boat. I guess that sounds sort of slutty."
"I seem to like the same thing," I said. "I didn't know it until I met these guys, but I love it. I have a suspicion that being slutty is considered an admirable characteristic here." We all laughed.
"Well, I think I filled out Jerry's membership application when I shot off in his ass," Gus said.
"Am I a member?" I asked. "I think Rufus filled out my forms."
"I made a few errors in the forms so I had to re-do it a couple of times," Rufus responded.
"I think it was four times," I said. Everyone laughed.
"Dudley, you've been holding out on me," Fred said. "You never mentioned this group to me."
"I thought you were too reserved and might be offended by this group. As you noticed the sex is a bit on the wild and indiscriminant side," Dudley said. "I don't think of myself as being oversexed, but I certainly am not under sexed!"
"You may have been right about me being reserved," Fred said. "I might have said no. It would have been hard for me to realize how friendly it is here. I visualized an orgy as being with driven, sex obsessed people. Everyone here was so nice. It sure is a good way to spend a cold winter day. I love it."
"I'm glad we didn't over do the welcome wagon," Rufus said. "We aren't use to new friends. I was afraid we might be too over the top."
"I've never been with more than one guy before," Fred said. "This was great. I feel like a kid in a candy store. So many cocks, so little time. I usually drool so much, guys get turned off."
"I hope you noticed we all have a warm spot for sex juice?" Rufus asked. "I like it fresh from the spigot. A drooling cock is a treat, not a problem. This may be a little like going through the looking glass. Having a drooling cock and being an insatiable bottom are a desirable qualities for us not disqualifications."
"Let me make a little confession of my own," Rufus said. "I think of myself as a nice gentlemanly sex-crazed maniac. I don't accost strangers on the street, but when I find fellow spirit it hard for me to stop. I don't think I'm insatiable, but I've never reached the point when I wanted to say, "No, I've had enough."
"Finding new men is exciting for me," he continued. "I love my old pals, but new men are a thrill. When Roger was in good shape the four of us had a great time. I'm thinking that while he's out of commission, six of us could have a lot of fun."
"My hole is open for you all," Jerry said.
"Are you sure about that?" Dudley asked. Jerry nodded.
Rufus looked at him. "Damn, I love a romantic!" he said. "Come over here a sit on my lap!" Everyone laughed at that. Jerry went to Rufus and it seemed as if everyone in the group went for the nearest cock. Sucking sounds replaced conversation. The only exception was Jerry who was moaning as Rufus' organ slipped into his ass. It may sound odd, but that that relaxed me.
Having full-blown bottom slut in the group made me feel better about my own tastes. I hadn't thought of myself as a bottom until my experience with Rufus. My connection with Gus reinforced the new found taste. My former lovers tended to shove it in, pound hard and then shoot off. For Rufus and Gus fucking was more of an art form. They worked my ass and seemed to be intent on giving me maximum pleasure.
Rufus was good, but Gus was spectacular. I thought of the Vulcan Mind Meld from Star Trek, but it wasn't the mind that was melding. We briefly became a single sexual being. As I watched Jerry squirming on Rufus' cock, I could sense his pleasure. Jerry seemed to feel the same thing. He also defined an obsessive bottom. My own interests seemed modest and almost chaste.
I was barely an acquaintance of these men, but I was willing to accommodate their sexual needs and desires. Willing is the wrong word. I was eager to serve them. We were all excited, erect and lubricated. It was beautiful.
I bent over to suck on Fred's cum spigot. His long, thin cock was drooling sweet ball juices at a generous rate. The slit was wide and his cock head tender. Every movement of my tongue and lips seemed to cause a reaction from the big man.
I licked his balls too. They were big and the stimulation excited him. I tasted some precum and realized his cock juices were dribbling all the way to his balls. Balls in a pre cum sauce were a taste treat. As I sucked Fred, Dudley eased his knob onto my rear. His oversized knob felt like a little mouse frolicking in my ass. Returning to Fred's cock I savored his rich juices.
Fred must have liked the view as Dudley fucked me. In a second or two, he filled my mouth with his cream. That inspired Dudley and he rear loaded me. I had a strange vision of their sperm meeting in the middle of my body.
We broke apart. I needed a break. Gus was sitting on the edge of the bed. He motioned for me to come over.
"Sit on it!" he said.
"I'm real tired," I said.
"I'll do all the work, you'll be fine," he replied. I got on my back and he slid his monster into my sperm lubricated ass. My legs were on his shoulders. Gus lifted me up, swung around and sat on the bed. My weight was concentrated on his cock, forcing it deeper into me. I almost passed out it was do good.
"I want my cock to become your ass's best friend. I love being in you," he whispered. "I know I'm ugly, but you don't need to love all of me. I love watching what it does to you. My cock feels at home in you; like it was meant to be lodged in you."
I managed to whisper, "It's beautiful." Gus was holding me tight. I felt warm and safe in his hairy grasp. He was gently undulating his hips so there were only slight movement of his cock. These little movements caused waves of sexual pleasure.
I was calm and content. The sexual connection was total and all enveloping. I just twitched, moaned and shivered as Gus worked his magic. I felt a tickling deep in my ass as he ejaculated. He was deeper than anyone had ever been before and I tried to relax so it could get in deeper.
Gus rolled me over and pulled out. I wondered if my sphincter was permanently stretched open. Rufus came over to me. "You don't want it to be over, do you?" he asked as a slipped his cock into my open hole.
"You didn't wait for my answer," I said.
"I knew your answer, didn't I?" he said. I nodded.
"I think that sex can only be so bad, but it is truly wonderful when the stars are in alignment and the portents are good," he continued. "You don't hide your feelings well." He pumped his cock a few times and my ass adjusted to his cock and the warm feelings returned. He pulled out a little and rubbed my prostate with his cock head. I shivered.
"Have I hit the right spot?" he asked. I said yes.
Jerry came over. "I'd love to sit on Will's cock." Rufus pulled out. Jerry straddled me and then sat on my cock. As he straddled me some white stuff dribbled from his ass on to my cock. It was semen from his previous playmates. I should have been shocked, but I was excited. His ass was smooth as silk. Once my cock head was in him he clamped tight and grabbed my cock as it slid in him. Jerry must have had buns of steel.
Jerry was tight, but completely open. His sperm lubricated hole couldn't offer any resistance. Rufus raised my legs and reentered my ass. After a minute or two of pumping and bouncing I gave up the fight and rear loaded Jerry. My twitching ass pulled Rufus's trigger, and Jerry moaned as he let loose. For a few moments we were a single, orgasmic being.