Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 04:04:55 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Ho! Ho! Ho! 5 Ho! Ho! Ho! 5 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 The next day was quiet and peaceful. Donnie crew finished the repairs to the Parish Hall and I realized my work was done too. The concerts had been a success and all was well. Our Rector felt that Christmas week and the day itself should be for family and friends, not filled with official church activities. A good portion of our congregation was traveling or having company visit, so everything at church was low key and simple. Our Christmas Eve service was at two in the afternoon. We figured we would catch people coming home from last minute shopping and before they started cooking. The Christmas Eve service was simple, basic and short. The choir was made up of whoever showed up. It was just scripture readings and carols. Given the extravagance of the season, the simplicity was a relief and we had surprisingly good attendance. Scotty was at the service. Donnie wanted someone to be there in case something went wrong. Nothing went wrong but we couldn't find all the light switches, so it was good to have him there. It should have been a troubling period for the church, with the Rector's stroke, the completion of the construction, and the accident, but everyone was in a good mood. It had been difficult, but everyone had pulled together and helped. There was a sense that we had passed the test. At seven on Christmas Eve, Rusty's choir gave their performance. It was superb, both beautiful and moving. I drove by the church afterward just to make sure it was locked up. Scotty's truck was still there. His truck wouldn't start and he hadn't wanted to bother anyone on Christmas Eve. He didn't say it, but he clearly had no plans for Christmas. "Jump in the car and come to my house," I said. "You don't need to do that," he said. "You must have plans." "I have no fixed plans other than to get some rest," I replied. "After last week some rest would be good for you." He smiled and got in the car. I had always spent Christmas with my parents. Since they were dead, I spent the day alone. Given the frantic pace of the Christmas season, rest and quiet was good. Gifts filled my house. Most were food, wine, candy, cookies and cakes given to me by members of the congregation. There were a number of CD's and DVD's mixed in with the food. These were mostly of classical music. I told Scotty he would need to contribute to my welfare by eating as much as he could. I had no desire to gain ten pounds over the holiday. Scotty had several envelopes marked open on Christmas Day. We had a dinner of smoked ham, with shrimp as the appetizer and we made fruit cake act as the vegetable. Scotty like fruitcake and that was a success. We also went at the wine pretty good. My house was well decorated and of course. I had Christmas music blaring away, so it was quite festive. It got late. I was almost dozing off. "It's time for a shower and bed," I said. "Would you like to share?" he asked. "I was thinking that would be nice," I answered. "You don't have to do it. I understand," he said. "Didn't you notice that I had a good time with you last night?" "I thought you were just being polite. Donnie's ass plug did a job on you. Everyone likes Donnie," Scotty said. "You have a beautiful ass." "I've never thought assholes were that attractive." "It's not the look I like. It's the feel. Your hole is tight, warm and juicy. It was beautiful." "You made a contribution to the juiciness," I said. "I held back. I wasn't sure you would appreciate some trailer park sperm in your ass." "Scotty, I don't think I could tell the difference! It seems to me when you are naked and hard, a little trailer park in your past isn't a problem." "Truthfully speaking, it ain't no little bit of trailer park," Scotty replied. "Well, let's jump in the shower and see what happens," I suggested. "As of now, some trailer park sperm sounds good to me!" We went to the shower. While we were both tired, lust triumphed over exhaustion. We also discovered a mutual exchange of our balls' contents was the perfect sleeping pill. I woke up Christmas morning rested and feeling good. I went to the bathroom and then discovered Scotty was still in the bed, sound asleep. I decided to see if I could wake up by sucking his cock. Scotty was a very sound sleeper, but while he snored, his cock woke up. At some point his nice dream turned into an even nicer orgasm. He had shot off the night before, but I wouldn't have guessed that. He not only had recharged, it seemed as if he may well have been over filled. As he ejaculated into my mouth I wondered if his trailer trash cum tasted different. I hadn't actually sampled that much so I wasn't sure. As he continued to squirt volley after volley into my mouth it turned me on and suddenly I wanted it all. It may have contained a special ingredient, or it may have been the season. After I drained him, I was still rock hard. Scotty rolled over and spread his ass cheeks for me. I tentatively poked my cock into his pucker. Scotty open wide. I was use to encountering some resistance; Scotty welcomed me. He was tight, firm and open. My cock loved it. I think Scotty may have loved it even more. An hour later, I made breakfast and we sat around the tree. He wanted me to open presents to make it seem more like a real Christmas. I opened several and I added to my CD collection. He opened the card from the church. It wished him a Merry Christmas and thanked him for being so helpful. It also included a check for $500.00. Scotty was floored. I was surprised too, but realized it must have come from Elizabeth and her friends on the Vestry. Scotty's boss' card included an extra two weeks salary, and said he would have a new truck when he went to work after New Years. I don't think Scotty was use to being appreciated. He came close to crying with joy. At noon, Dean and Duddy came by with a cake. I asked them in and they met Scotty. We all shared a lunch from the gift boxes of food and I soon realized they all had better Gaydar than I did. They liked Scotty. Rusty came by with a recording he had made of our concert. A half hour later, Donnie called looking for Scotty. He had found the dead truck at the church. I told him to come over and help me eat the pile of food and join in the afternoon's festivities. Donnie's family had a big dinner on Christmas Eve, so the day was free for him. My parents often had an open house on Christmas Day. This turned into something like that, but all-male and more festive than genteel. As we ate and drank and then drank some more, I could feel the lust in the air. While lust was not a part of our normal Christmas festivities, I was willing to add new features to our celebration. Willing and being able to make it happen isn't the same thing. Luckily, I wasn't the only one in the group to feel the same desires. Rusty got the ball rolling when he turned the conversation to sex. He had a tale to tell. "This may sound strange, but I have had some real good sex on Christmas day. I've been away from home more often than not, stuck with other single men," he said. "Thank god, men always have their favorite toy nearby and handy." "It's the gift that keeps on giving?" Duddy suggested. "Yes. Solo was good for me, but I discovered sharing your toys was much more fun," Rusty added. "Years ago I did it with a Chief Petty Officer from the ship. We were sent off to Pensacola to check up on some refitting planned for the ship. It was Christmas Eve, but there was a power crazed asshole who demanded we do it. The report we needed wasn't ready on time, so we missed our plane back to Norfolk. It's hard to find room on a plane on Christmas Eve. We went to a hotel to spend the night, and then planned to catch a plane the next morning. "The Petty Officer, Warren, was an asshole as far as I could tell, but since we had both been screwed we got along. That night when I saw him naked, I saw there was more to him than met the eye. My eyes lingered a bit too long on his cock. He noticed." "Warren wasn't the shy type. "You like what you see?" he asked. Of course, I said no, but he knew different. He told me we were off duty and he didn't mind a little fun. I hemmed and hawed, and finally he told me to get naked and let's see what happens," Rusty continued. "I was afraid to do anything, but I got naked. I thought this might be a trap of some sort. He usually was a real hard ass. Well, he was a different man when he was naked. Damn, if he didn't drop to his knees and then swallow my cock whole. I was new to man sex then, but I knew he was experienced, real experienced," Rusty explained. "Warren had a long, thin one. It was the perfect cock to deep throat and the ideal organ for a novice bottom." "You did it all?" I asked. "I didn't do it all, but I sure did everything we could think of at the time," Rusty replied. "As I said, Warren wasn't shy at all. He told me he liked a quicky, but it was a treat to have an entire night. He took my virgin cherry, but he took his time and I liked it. Fortunately, he liked a thick tool probing his ass. We traded places. Once I was in, I spent a good portion of the night shooting my load into his behind. He discovered I wasn't a kiss and tell man, so later he introduced me to his friends." "What were his friends like?" Duddy asked. "They were all just regular guys who like getting their rocks off with other men," Rusty said. "I realized there were gay men everywhere. I had thought they were only located in San Francisco and New York. I wasn't the only gay man in the Navy." "Shit, that sounds like a plot for a gay movie," Dean said. "Something about you tells me you've seen a lot of gay movies," Donnie said. "Are you into real time sex, or do you prefer virtual sex?" "Let's just say I'd like to have a lot more experience with real sex!" Dean replied. "That is a good attitude. For years I lusted without doing, or at least doing much," Donnie said. "I was afraid of being gay. I figured I couldn't be gay since I was a macho construction guy who looked more like the missing link than a florist. My only quirk was having a taste for cock. That sort of thinking can screw you up." "Did you drink a lot by any chance?" Rusty asked. "That was part of it," Donnie admitted. "Booze gave me courage. I could do it when I got drunk so I got drunk a lot. Twenty years ago, I was working on a building in South Carolina when I did it sober for the first time. I discovered I liked it." "You found the right guy?" I asked. "Until I hopped in bed with him, he was the least likely man in the world I would find attractive," Donnie said. "There was a hurricane coming in and I was securing the site. Just about everyone else had gone home to take care of things there. there was one other guy helping out. Carl was one of the architect's people and he was obviously gay. He was checking to make sure the site was secured so he was in the same situation I was. He wasn't a hand-on kind of man, but he helped me and was actually useful. He had a room in a hotel on high ground. I had planned to go inland, but I miscalculated the speed of the storm and the troopers had closed off the roads. He offered me a bed. I didn't want to, but it was getting nasty, so I took him up on his offer." "Carl didn't have a drop to drink in his room except for Coke, but he did have food. I was starved. All the local restaurants had closed. The storm was supposed to be bad, so we put a mattress across the window and wedged some furniture against it. He took a shower while we still had hot water. When he came out of the shower, it looked as if he had one of the wonders of the natural world hanging between his legs. I took a shower next." "I'm not a natural wonder, but Carl liked what he saw when I came into the room after cleaning up. He realized I had a taste for cock," Donnie continued. "He was wearing a towel. I was naked and stayed naked. Soon enough his towel fell off. He told me that if he were going to die, he'd prefer to die with another man's cum in his mouth. I asked him if he would mind if it was in his ass. We got down to business. I have to admit his monster turned me on." "As far as I was concerned, Carl could just lay there and let me suck it, but Carl was into more than that. He later told me he had never been with a redneck before and I turned him on. I sucked him and then filled his rear with my redneck cock. his hole was very tight, but flexible. he loved it. I had the best orgasm of my life and fell asleep." The storm woke me up a little later. Strangely, I must had completely recharged during my nap and I was ready to go. I was a bit groggy and when my mind cleared, I realized Carl had a few fingers in my ass and was playing with my prostate. That man was an artist with his fingers. We fucked our way through the storm. That is when I discovered I had a sex organ in my ass!" "I learned to ropes from a high school wrestling coach," Scotty said. "I was cruising a rest stop in the next county and picked up an older guy. It was dusk and I could barely see him. We went to his apartment and I discovered he was the coach for a school I had played against. I was on the wrestling team. I was pretty good, but not good enough to move to the next level." "Coach Geary was really uneasy when he found out I knew him, but I told him I didn't want to make any trouble for him, if he didn't make any trouble for me. He was cool with that. We played around a little and I found out he was more skilled that any other man I had hooked up with. This was my first sex with a man in a bedroom. It was relaxing." "He told me he liked young men, but he was strictly hands off. There were many who would have liked to do it with their coach, but that was bad for him and for them. Since I was from another school and had graduated three years earlier, I was okay. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted to b e sucked. He then asked if I wanted to cum in his mouth. I asked if he would do that for me and he said sure; he liked man cream." "Strictly speaking, that wasn't true. He loved man cream. I couldn't believe how much he liked it. To tell the truth, I didn't know anyone would actually suck up your cream straight from the cock. It was great," Scotty continued. "After he drained me, I asked him what he wanted. Coach Geary didn't want to tell me at first, but eventually he said he liked to fuck. I had never been fucked, but I was willing to try." The phone rang and he went to answer the call. He came back to me and said there were two pals of his who wanted to come over. They were fuck buddies and Coach wanted to know if I wanted to meet them. I said shit yes! The pals were also coaches and they all wanted my ass." "Did it turn into a gang bang?" Rusty asked. "Well, they all fucked me, but it really wasn't a gang bang," Scotty said. "It was educational. Coach Geary told them I was new to the scene. They all like the idea of fucking a virgin, but none of them wanted to hurt me. They were afraid if the first guy rammed me, I wouldn't take the others. I later realized they all knew more about my body than I did. As far as I was concerned , sex and cock were synonymous," "They all took their time and made sure I liked what I was doing. The smallest man went first and then the next biggest and so forth. I sat on the first one, and then got on my hands and knees and took the second one doggy style. He rimmed me and licked up the remains of the first man's orgasm. I loved that. " "You tried spread eagled next?" Dean asked. "You got it," Scotty said. "They tried an assortment of fucking positions, looking for one that really hit the spot." "Which position was that?" Dean asked. "I liked them all," Scotty replied. "They were all experienced and they knew all the tricks to make it feel better. They were also all fully loaded. Once the first guy shot his load into me there was enough lubricant to make the others easy to take." "Coach Geary was a big boy, but he was last and I had two loads in my ass by then," Scotty explained. "It was easy and good. The other guys held my legs open so my ass was defenseless. Geary took his time and I loved it." "Many boys dream about being fucked by the coach. I got fucked by three coaches. It was great. By the way, they opened their asses for me later. Coach Geary took my cock. He still seemed macho when my cock rubbed his prostate and he was moaning in pleasure. I understood you could still like cock and be a man!" "I think it would be strange to have men watching you get fucked," Dean said. "I was too excited to think straight," Scotty said. "Damn, I still get excited just thinking about it today!" "It was hard for me when I thought I was the only gay man in the Navy," Rusty said. "It was doubly hard when I was embarrassed and ashamed. That wasn't just about being gay; it was about sex in general. It took a while to realize sex was a basic part of life. Almost everyone in the world does it and we are use to thinking it's an aberration." Dean laughed. "I have to admit I wasn't so sure about sex, especially the everyone does it. That couldn't have included my parents!" "Being a small town boy from a trailer park didn't give me the best understanding of gay men," Scotty said. "The coaches were all older, well respected men. I realized they enjoyed sex as much as I did. I was just a horny kid. They felt the same things I did. I think a hard cock is a great leveler." "Well, I'm in the mood for some moaning of my own," Donnie said. he looked at me. it was my house and he wanted to know if it was okay. "Christmas was originally a pagan holiday," I said. "Some pagan revelry might be nice as long as we remember to do unto others as you would have them do unto you." Donnie laughed. "I can think of some pretty wild things I wouldn't mind having done to me!" We all laughed. My guests began to go to the bedrooms. I had no idea who would end up with whom, but it all worked out. Rusty had mentioned he liked to share his toys with the other men. In keeping with the spirit of the holiday, everyone seemed to be willing to share their toys and we all were open to the possibilities.