Bare Santa Bears 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.
I normally stay at the Regent Inn and Spa when I stay in Kent Lake, New York. I had a client nearby who combined being willful and demanding, with generous fees. He had accounting work that I had to get done by the end of the year. It also had to be done at his house, between the hours of 9:00 in the morning and 4:00 in the afternoon. It had been a bad year for my firm, Grady Mason & Associates, Accountants. His fee was the difference between profit and loss for the year. I needed the fee.
It was the week before Christmas, but the Regent Inn had four weddings, and was booked up. Why anyone would want to get married at Christmas is beyond me, but I was stuck in the Lakeview Motel, and 1950s era extravaganza in pink, turquoise and gray. It had a "Health Club" but nothing else. I had to stay the weekend and I discovered the club had a policy of giving Santa look-alikes free rooms during the Christmas season. On Friday, Saturday and Sunday I was the only one in the motel who did not sport a white beard and have a jolly laugh.
On Friday, the situation went from bad to worse. My Client was going to out of town and he didn't like me to work in his house without him present. I lived in Florida and it made no sense to fly home and back for a day of rest. There were no tickets available anyway. When I returned to my room, I found two Santas in residence. The motel had rented out my room to the Santas assuming I would be gone.
It was either co habit with the Santas or sleep in my rental car. I couldn't have been more pissed. Normally I would have threatened to sue, or called the police and make a stink, but I was just too tired. The Santas seemed harmless enough and it was only for three nights.
The older and bigger of the Santas was Jake Noland, a guy from Virginia who seemed normal. The other Santa was Saul Myers, a Jewish man from Palm Beach. Jake played Santa for church groups. Saul lost a bet.
Jake had a strong Southern accent; Saul originally was from the Bronx. They needed an interpreter. I went off to dinner. I decided to treat myself to a good one. I had been patronizing a Chinese Buffet for most of my time here. I went to the Timber Lodge and ate well.
When I returned around 9:00, Jake was standing naked in the middle of the room, and Saul was exclaiming, "I've heard of un circumcised men, that that is ridiculous. It looks like you have it in a sock!"
"Well, Mr. Santa-want-to-be, I may be uncut, but you don't need to worry about catching it!" Jake exclaimed in his Southern drawl. The two men glared at each other, and then burst out laughing.
Saul saw me. "Mr. Mason, I'm working on a skit for my Temple; Jake was helping me out," Saul said. "We were trying out jokes."
I laughed. I glanced at Jake, "It does look like he's wearing a sock and an ill fitting one at that," I said. "I take it circumcision jokes are always a hit at the temple?"
"You take it correctly," Saul said. "I'm not sure the joke is on Jake. He has a shock and awe cock, not a giggle and titter member." Jake shook his cock and I could see its true dimensions.
"Do circumcision jokes hit the spot where you come from?" I asked of Jake.
"I was raised Southern Baptist and we never admit that the male organ, or fucking for that matter, exists," Jake said. "It appears from out of nowhere the day you impregnate your wife then vanishes until you are unlucky enough to knock her up again."
"Your cock is stored with the whisky you never drink?" I suggested. Both men laughed.
"I bet they are in the closet of the waitress you never sleep with," Jake added. "I do have a special supply of bourbon in my suitcase, if you men are interested?"
We were, and his suitcase turned out to be a fully supplied bar. They were pleasant and funny men and told me of their adventures looking like Santa. Jake put a robe on. It was the robe supplied by the motel and not made for a man of his dimensions. His equipment was exposed. This didn't seem to bother him. He had oversized balls and a cock that looked big even when it was soft.
The motel had an old heating system that was either on, or off. It was on and the room was overly warm. I decided to get out of my suit, take a shower and get into my robe. Mine fit. When I returned to the bedroom and third Santa had joined the group. Tyrone McGinnis was a ginger Santa. His bushy red beard was mostly white, and while he was thinner than most Santas, he had the personality.
A few minutes later, another Santa appeared at the door. This was Tyrone Washington. He had the white beard, but was dark chocolate in complexion. He and the other Tyrone seemed to have a standup act too.
They were in Santa Suits, and stripped them off in the hot motel room. McGinnis had red long johns under the suit. Washington had an abbreviated Speedo. It was hard to say which was the most revealing. The long johns were old and well worn. You could almost see through them. The contours of the Irishman's genitals were clear and impressive. He wore a large gauge Prince Albert too. The Speedo was a size too small and strained to contain Washington's meat.
I am a gay man of the fussy, prim and proper type. It doesn't take a degree in psychology to guess I am gay. I tend to be attracted to nice young men. My gaydar isn't as good as it should be, but I assume gay men are like me, not a bunch of outgoing Santa look alikes.
I was in the bath adding water to my bourbon and water when Jake joined me. "I hope you aren't offended by having two gay roommates?"
"Not at all," I said. He slipped his hand under my robe and groped me. I would have protested if I hadn't become erect as soon as he touched me.
"We were hoping to have some play time to night. I was also hoping you might join us," Jake said.
"I don't know," I murmured. I knew that was completely unconvincing. I was fully erect now so it was hard to deny any interest.
"We're nice guys and we go at it hot and heavy," he said. "I have a feeling you like things a bit more refined, but a trip to the wild side can be fun. Hell, I can guarantee it will be fun."
"You are big men," I whispered. "It's been a while."
"You can watch or you can play," Jake said. "None of us are into that master-slave sh. I can tell you that I've been into some tight holes through the years, and everyone has come back for refills, it you get my drift. By the way, your cock is leaking. I know what it wants!" I went in the room with him and took off my robe. A second later, the long johns and Speedo were on the floor. Thirty seconds later, Saul was naked. The game had begun.
A decade earlier, I had been in an unsuccessful threesome. They were my type but at 35, I was too old for them. I had a dusting of chest hair too. That grossed them out. I also got a feeling the young men would have happier if they had a hairdresser in attendance in case a hair got out of place. The four Santas weren't like that at all.
I realized I agreed to join the Santa party, I knew I had a few more drinks than were desirable. Jake was a convincing man. I was carried away by his enthusiasm. As soon as I saw the four Santas all-naked and excited I almost lost my nerve. They were as unlike my "type" as was possible without looking at another species.
They were friendly and welcoming. Apparently, this was an annual get together and they were looking for new meat. Ten minutes later, I was having the time of my life. A few days later I figured out what was had happened. To men who were my type I was an old, over the hill man. I was always serious about my job, accounting, and that was distinctly unglamorous. Having a regular job that required attention, made it difficult for me to fit in with the party crowd. I couldn't spend four nights a week at the bar or a dance club. I tried shaving to get my body smooth. When the hair grew back the itching was too bad. I gave up on that.
To the Santas I was young, thin and handsome. They all had worked for a living in unglamorous jobs and none were bar flies. I wasn't a hairy troll to them; I was a masculine man. This was good for my ego and for my libido.
One other aspect of the Santas caught my attention. They were all big, beefy, hairy men, but they also were big where it counted. I never considered myself a size queen, but that may have been from lack of experience. My first serious partner, Donny, had disdain for size queens and for men who flaunted their large endowments. Looking back, he was on the smaller boundary of normal in cock size. I certainly like him then, but said I was too big to fuck him. He wasn't too big to fuck me. I am on the upper boundary of average.
Long after Donny left for greener fields, I seem to have held onto Donny's attitudes. As far as I can tell being snotty about big men is no different from being dismissive about small ones. One can't do anything about their cock's size, so you might as well accept what you have and go with it.
I had joked about reading on-line singles ad for a man seeking a 6'-2", 189 pound, blond, blue eyed man who goes to the gym four days a week, is financially stable and likes cats, hates dogs, likes to line dance and is a vegetarian. It seemed to me that once you excluded all the men who didn't meet your requirements, there were too few men left.
I wasn't that bad, but my version for what I would settle for was askew. It seems to me you are better off if you meet a man and decide if you like him, or if he turns you on, rather than excluding the unworthy first. I know one 6'-2" blond hunk who has the personality of a codfish and the morals of a pit viper. That is a bit unkind. Charles biggest problem was that he could only achieve an orgasm by looking in a mirror.
When I said the Santas were equipped, I didn't mean they were identical. McGinnis had a beer can cock, almost thicker than it was long. Saul had an ice teaspoon cock. He had a big knob on a long thin shaft. The black Tyrone and Jake were horse hung. Tyrone may have been longer but Jack's cock was thicker. Tyrone's dong was banana shaped, with a small head and base with a thick middle. A big flared mushroom crowned Jake's member.
Both Tyrone's and Jake were uncut. Saul and I were cut. This was not only a Santa convention; it was chance for all or us to step out. The white men had little or no experience with black men, and Tyrone Washington had a real taste for white meat. This may sound strange but this was Saul's annual foray into the world of foreskin. Apparently, the Santa suit inspired his to try out non-kosher cocks. I eventually realized Saul had a taste for foreskin. He liked cocks in general, but he splurged once a year on uncut meat. I had only seen uncut men in the gym and had never been up close and personal with a hooded cock or black man.
None of the men had been with a man as young as me in a while. I was a hit. I have to admit I was gratified to have men competing for my attention. If practice makes perfect, these men had put in a lot time. They weren't shy, timid or inexperienced. They weren't either embarrassed at their sexual tastes or trying to flaunt it. They liked men and cocks. No one was shocked at what you wanted to shove it into there. They knew the score.
It was obvious from the start the quartet had a taste for fucking. I did it, both topping and bottoming, but I would say I was a social fucker. I did it to be accommodating, not because I loved it. Donny had been the first of a string of lovers who didn't like it much or couldn't do it. Somehow, I seemed to attract men with small, tight assholes. That combined with an unwillingness to experiment contributed to a rather demure sex life.
McGinnis was the first to my cock. He was a lover, not a sucker and he made love to my member. Somehow, Saul's member was the first in my mouth. His knob was big, but his shaft curved down so one you had the knob in your mouth, the rest was easy to deep throat. We were exactly playing musical chairs, but the men shared. Saul sucked me next, and Tyrone Washington's cock was soon tickling my tonsils.
This was the Presidential Suite of the Lakeview motel and had two queen-sized beds. There was room for four of us on the bed with a kibitzer on the side.
Washington had more foreskin than he needed. I sucked the skin into my mouth and then worked my tongue into the skin. My tongue went diving for his cockhead. Saul later told me when my lips touched the foreskin I began to ooze pre cum big time. He had the banana shaped cock. My tongue found the head. The head was small, but the sperm slit was wide. I got my tongue deep into the sperm slit; Tyrone rewarded me with some of his ball juices.
I had been uneasy sucking a black man, but all was well. Saul and I traded places. When his lips touched Tyrone's black and uncircumcised cock, he came close to shooting if the precum flow was any indicator.
As we suck, Jake began a slow and deliberate attack to Saul's rear. He came supplied with lubricant and poppers. He lubricated Saul's ass and again Saul's precum flowed freely. Jake didn't force his huge, bloated organ into Saul's quivering asshole; he eased it in, inch by inch. I have never watched a man take a cock this close up.
I both saw it enter and tasted Saul's reaction. His sphincter resisted, but Jake gave Saul a snort of poppers and then had a quick hard thrust. His knob popped through the barrier. The Jewish Santa tensed up, twitched and then spurted a mouthful of his special kosher precum in my mouth. All was well.
The Irish Tyrone took Black Tyrone's place, so Saul could continued sucking as Jake's cock pushed deeper into his rectum. Black Tyrone got behind me and whispered, "That's a pretty sight, isn't it? Have you ever had a seat on the fifty-yard-line before?"
"It is lovely," I said. "It's not much like you see it in porn movies."
"I've never figured out how they do it without mussing their hair," Washington replied. "Sometime the bottom seems as if he could be doing a crossword puzzle to break the monotony. We're an enthusiastic group. It's hot and sweaty and eventually sticky when the sperm starts spurting." He got right next to me ear, "Saul's enjoying it, isn't he?"
"Yes," I said. Washington's cock was rubbing my crack now.
"I was thinking it's time to give you your Christmas present," Washington said. "Have you been a good boy?"
"Maybe I've been too good," I replied. "My skills at being bad may be rusty."
Washington chuckled. "Don't you worry about that. I have some homemade rust remover in my balls. It's fast acting and gentle as they use to say in the laxative ads." Washington licked me all over ending with his long tongue probing my ass. He slipped down on the bed and sucked me as he fingered my ass and prostate. Only when I was relaxed and open, did he make the assault on my ass.
I can't say it was easy, but I wanted it so bad that didn't matter. It seemed as if every inch of his cock was the most I could take. Once it was in, I wanted more. Saul shifted so he could suck me as I sucked him. I think he wanted to watch Tyrone's cock in my ass. I relaxed as Saul deep throated me and Tyrone's cock slipped deep into my rectum.
A massive wave of affection swept over me. I felt closer to these men than to any men I have known before. Part of that was because I was genitally connected to them, but it was more than that. I felt a stronger emotional connection to them that with any other men I had known. The sex was more intense and satisfying than I had ever felt before. If Tyrone had eight more inches to shove up my ass I would have taken it willingly. He was a perfect stranger and I loved it. He was fucking me, but I couldn't believe he could possibly felt more pleasure than I could.
He began to moan, and then twitch. I felt his man seed spurting into my ass. It was as if a hose had been shoved in my ass. Saul cried out and filled my mouth with his kosher cream. I lost it and gave Saul my seed.
Tyrone pulled out of my ass and I felt empty. A second later the Irish Tyrone's beer can filled the void. He didn't go as deep as Tyrone did, but he was thicker. He thrust for less than a minute and dumped his load.
By this time, Jake had vacated Saul's ass. When McGinnis pulled out, Jake slid in.
"You won the trifecta," Saul said. I was in heaven. For the next hour the four men took turns fucking me.