"Slap it! Slap it!" the partiers chanted.
Ron felt like an exhibitionist performing for a group. The more he thought about it, the more it turned him on too.
"I wanna cum," Danny announced.
Ron placed his hand between Danny's leg and the pillow. His hand glided effortlessly over Danny's flawless skin.
"Don't stop hitting my ass though," Danny whined.
Ron dutifully moved his other hand away from the dildo and reassigned it to giving Danny several more sting-creating wallops on his bubble shaped behind.
"Now I can't feel you working my hole with the dildo."
"Stop being such a whiny twink," Ron said while backhanding the guy's butt cheeks with his knuckles and really making it hurt on purpose.
"Perhaps I could help," Marty offered, determined once and for all that nobody would think of him as a closet case after this party.
"Yeah, jerk the twink's cock while I concentrate back here," he said giving Danny another slap on the one spot left on the dude's ass that wasn't red yet.
Ron and Marty stood the naked Asian twink straight up. Without the couch to absorb the energy, Danny had trouble staying on his feet every time Ron's strong hand either hit his butt or plunged the dildo into his anal opening.
Marty grabbed a little saucer of olive oil from one of the food trays. It was meant for dipping the Italian bread, but Marty had other plans for it. He poured the oil into his hands and rubbed them together. He knelt down in front of Danny and he clamped on to Danny's cock with his slippery fingers. "Oh, yeah, don't stop. Plug my hole. Work my shaft," Danny pleaded. "I can't hold it."
"Shoot it! Shoot it!" the crowd screamed.
Danny gave them what they wanted. His rod exploded and the cum flew out. The first few spurts drenched Marty's forehead and hairline. The rest of it bubbled out into Marty's greased up hands. He stuck his fingers into Danny's mouth and the Asian twink gladly sucked down the mixture of cum and olive oil. He enjoyed the smooth texture and oily taste so much that he licked every inch of Marty's hand so as not to miss a drop.
"I need to empty my load, too," Ron said. He left the dildo wedged into Danny's crack. He pushed the twink onto his back.
As Danny's raw, red ass hit the carpet, he could feel every single spot on which Ron's large hands had landed.
Ron pulled his pants down. His boxer-briefs clung to his muscular legs.
The sight of those boxer-briefs always worked their magic on his boyfriend's cock. Jarrod jumped up from the spot on the couch where he had been reclining with his hands down his pants, just enjoying the scene. Now he wanted in also.
Jarrod removed Ron's boxer-briefs and freed his boyfriend's giant cock. Since it curved upward, it was going to be a little more challenging to aim down to spray on the Asian twink's smooth body. Usually when Ron and Jarrod did the nasty, the cum ended up all over Ron's chocolate colored skin.
Jarrod told Ron to lay on the floor on his side next to Danny. Since Danny was on his back, that lined Ron up perfectly to shoot all over Danny's face. Jarrod spit in his hand and teased Ron's cockhead just like he knew would drive Ron wild. With his other hand, Jarrod removed his own pants and jacked his cock too in the same rhythm that he moved Ron's.
Marty's eyes bugged out of his head as he watched the naked Jarrod expertly handle Ron's large prick. He dropped his drawers revealing classic tighty-whities. He was almost embarrassed by the smaller size of his prick as compared to the other studly men. Marty's dick was much more in line with the size of the twink's smaller Asian cock.
Danny was still sprawled out on his back on the floor. His prick was still stiff as a board as he looked up at the three naked men surrounding him.
"Fuck it, let's join in," one of the bears said to the other.
"Last one to cum bottoms at home tonight," the other bear responded.
The two bears had their Christmas sweaters off and their jeans around their ankles by the time they got across the room. One guy jacked his cock dry and the other one thought he would try that olive oil idea and see how that felt.
"Go ahead, you know you want to join in," Fred urged Doug.
"Says who?" Doug asked.
"Says the hard-on which looks like it's going to blast its way out of those pants in about two seconds if you don't take it out first."
"We are the hosts. It would be rude to let our guests cum alone," Doug reasoned. "What about you? Where are you going?" he asked Fred as his boyfriend went off in the opposite direction.
"Somebody has to hold the camera!" Fred said with a wink as he went to retrieve his new digital camera that Doug had given him for the holiday.
Fred was soon taking pictures from every angle. He didn't know where to aim the lens. The two bears were kissing each other while working their own cocks. Jarrod was still pumping Ron and now Ron was jerking Jarrod at the same time. The twink squeezed his dick to get some more cum to use as lube when he started to work on Marty's prick. Danny also opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, just waiting for the first drop of cum from one of the six hot guys ready to drown him in their man juices.
"Looks like we're missing something out here," said a voice emerging from a private party make-out session in the guest room. The voice belonged to one of the two people that Splooge and the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present had discussed earlier and failed to determine their gender.
They both opened their pants and pulled out their cocks.
"Well, I guess that answers that. They're both men," Splooge said to the ghost.
"From the waist down anyway," the spirit replied with an ear to ear grin.
Now the gaysian twink had eight pricks aimed at him ready to drench him in a cum bath!
The two bears got down on the floor and lifted the twink's legs. They rubbed his bare feet into their hairy chests. All that hair tickled the soles of his small feet while his toes carefully explored the bears' hard nips.
"Soak him! Soak him!" Fred started chanting while he expertly wielded his camera to capture this exciting, or sexciting, scene taking place in his living room. Soon, the other participants were also chanting, "Soak him!" It sounded and looked like a frat party turned into a sexual hazing incident.
Marty lost control first. Since Danny was still holding Marty's prick in his hand, he was able to somewhat guide the cum where he wanted it. The first stream came out as a thick rope which splashed across Danny's cheeks and open mouth. He ended up with Marty's spunk running down both sides of his face along with a nice glob melting on his tongue. Marty unloaded again, this time hitting Danny's chin.
Danny was hoping he'd be able to individually feel each guy's juices coat his body. Once the others saw Marty's eruption, they reached the breaking point as well which meant that cum was hitting the Asian twink from every direction.
"Me next," announced Ron as he aimed at Danny's head. Jarrod's hand deftly worked the immense length of Ron's cock. Jarrod felt the base of it twitch in his hand as he thrust upward. He felt the cum surge through Ron's foreskin and watched it spray out from the tip. It blasted Danny square in his left eye. Danny tried to blink to clear the man liquid from his field of vision.
After seeing Ron's big black cock explode all over Danny, one of the guys who had been in the bedroom jacked himself into a frenzy. His cum washed over Danny's smooth stomach in a wave like a spilled cup of water.
His make-out partner let the spunk fly out of his shaft next. His cum was extra thick and sticky and landed in spots and globs all along Danny's thigh. It didn't even run. It just decorated the gaysian's leg like spots of candle wax dripped during an S&M session.
The two bears each propped one of Danny's legs on his shoulder, exposing his hairless pink asshole. They worked their cocks so hard that precum oozed out and mixed with their sweat to make a lather on their hairy ballsacs. "It's gonna shoot," one bear said.
"Me too," said the other. Their cocks looked like a synchronized water fountain as they both shot off in rounds, aiming right for Danny's
sweet hole. The two bears high-fived each other when Danny's twinkhole got so filled with cum they could no longer see inside it.
"Oh, it feels so good," Danny moaned, overwhelmed with the smells and sensations of all that man spunk assaulting him all over his body. "More, I want more," he said as he turned his head from side to side watching all those strong men handling their thick cocks and spraying him like they were fireman putting out a fire.
"I'll give you more," Jarrod told him. Jarrod emptied his load all over the twink's compact chest. Jarrod sprayed in such a straight line, it looked like the cum was part of a connect the dots activity between the Asian's two nips.
Being the gracious host he was, Doug had allowed all the other men to cum first. Now the only decision was which part of Danny's body he could shoot on that wasn't already covered with man juices from one or several of the seven guys who had already dropped their loads before him. He scanned Danny carefully. Pretty much everywhere his eyes fell, Danny did indeed look like he had been immersed in a cum bath.
Then it hit him...the feet! The bears had been holding the twink's legs in the air so they had escaped the spunk eruptions. "Move out of the way, guys," he told the bears. "Those feet are mine!" Doug lowered Danny's legs until they were at his crotch level. He held them together and plunged his cock in between them.
Danny writhed with pleasure as he felt Doug's precum coat his soles. Danny's toes teased Doug's cockhead. Doug felt the sensation stimulate the base of his prick. "Do that again with your toes," he commanded Danny. The second time was all it took to send Doug's rod into spasms. He spermed on Danny's feet several times. The jizz foamed all over Danny's toes like soap in a bukkake bubble bath.
The eight men stood over the Asian twink squeezing out the last drops of cum from their dicks. Danny literally sported a cum-eating grin. He decided that as long as he lived, he'd never get another Christmas present as good as being the center of attention of eight horny dudes blowing their wads simultaneously all over him.
After everyone got cleaned up and redressed, they moved onto playing Gay Charades in which some of the answers were strippers, go-go dancers, and flight attendants. Fred not only proved to be adept at being a drag queen, but also a drama queen because he excelled at both giving clues and guessing. "Girlfriend really knows how to give and take," said one of the bears with a tone in his voice that indicated a double meaning referring to the game and to the bedroom at the same time.
The group's next diversion was a simple game of Twenty Questions.
Fred had to think of something, anything, and the others had up to twenty questions to figure out what was on Fred's mind. The dinner guests threw questions at him rapidly. This had been one of Dickteaser's favorite party games when he was younger. He practically forgot that he and the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present were there as unseen and unheard observers and he shouted questions with the rest of them.
"Animal, vegetable or mineral?" came the first question from Marty.
"Animal," Fred answered.
"Current or historical?" asked the bears simultaneously.
"Quite current," Fred assured.
"Does it live in a zoo?"
"It doesn't," he responded.
"A wild animal? Can it make sounds people can understand? Does it growl and grunt? Does it live in the city? Roam the streets freely?"
"Yes," Fred answered to all those questions. The guests were perplexed when Fred laughed harder and harder at every single question they posed.
A slew of no's ensued when they asked Fred, "Is it a cat? A dog? A squirrel?"
"Does it bite?" Danny cried out while still rubbing his sore ass. He could swear it still felt like Ron's hand was hitting him.
"In a manner of speaking," Fred said and laughed all the more, barely able to get all the words out.
"I've got it. You little devil. I know what it is," Doug said.
"What then?" Fred challenged his boyfriend.
"Our neighbor! Dickteaser Splooge!" roared Doug, now himself doubled over in fits of laughing.
"You're right!" acknowledged Fred to which some laughed, some groaned, and some claimed they were going to guess that next.
Splooge adjusted his bathrobe and told the spirit, "Due to the lighthearted nature of the party, I shall overlook the joke at my expense."
"How about a game of Gay Similes?" Doug asked.
"What are the rules?" asked Marty.
"Someone starts a simile like 'quick as...' and you fill in the simile with a gay twist. So instead of saying, 'quick as a fox,' you could say, 'quick as a silver fox chasing a naked twink.'"
"OK, I'll give the clues," said Fred. "Sad as..." He pointed at Danny.
"I know! Sad as a drag queen on her thirtieth birthday!" Danny stated.
"Quite right!" agreed Fred. Everybody clapped with delight. "Another one, let's see. Hairy as..." He gestured towards one of the bears.
The bear lifted the other bear's sweater and poked the hairy stomach saying, "As hairy as my husband's beer belly!"
"Yes! Right again," Fred told him. "How about, um, tight as..." Fred looked towards Doug.
"Oh, I don't know, tight as...tight as..." He furrowed his brow trying to think of something good.
"Time limit!" yelled Marty.
Doug grinned. "Tight as Dickteaser's Splooge's crusty old, cobweb filled hole!"
All the partiers burst into applause. Danny gasped for breath between laughs and Fred couldn't even respond because he was holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
The Spirit of XXX-Mas Present glanced sideways at Splooge and stifled a laugh of his own.
Splooge pursed his lips. "Due to the lighthearted nature of the party-"
"Yes, I know," interrupted the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present, "you'll overlook the joke at your expense." The ghost rolled his eyes and reached for Dickteaser's hand. He placed it on his robe right where it counted. Dickteaser could feel the ghost's immense cock through the clothing. The intensifying light matched the pressure with which Splooge pleasured the ghost.
When the brightness died down...
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Find out where Splooge ended up next in:
The Spirit of XXX-Mas Future
A Modern Gay Sex Christmas Carol # 10
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Riding Red
By Cate Troyer
Rowan was the youngest of six children, and the only girl. Her mother despaired that she would ever find a suitable husband, while her father was thankful that Rowan’s five brothers, woodcutters all, seemed to scare away the local boys. It was probably for the best since Rowan, as the baby, was almost painfully naive and innocent. At eighteen, she was the kind of girl to freely give smiles and hugs to those in need, always showing a bright, sunny disposition to those around her. She wore her long, red hair in a tight braid, even though wisps often escaped and framed her face. Her form was lithe and agile, and the hem of her skirts often tattered and stained with dirt and grass as she wandered through the forest, humming softly and collecting wildflowers.
Those days had come to an end though. A month ago, a wild creature had taken to attacking the local people and animals. The first victim, a huntsman, had been stalking his quarry, a wild wolf tearing through the herds of sheep, one night when he had been attacked by something much larger. Something with glowing yellow eyes and sharp white teeth, he had claimed. Since then, the attacks had been non-stop and merciless. When the huntsman healed, he had promptly returned to the forest, ordering the townsfolk to stay within their homes after dark until he had returned. That was over a week ago, and there had been no sign of the burly, dark haired man.
Rowan’s mother started to worry about Granny Dacianna, an old woman who lived alone in the center of the forest. Granny wasn’t really Rowan’s grandmother, but the old woman had no family, and Rowan’s mother, in a fit of pi
ty, had taken it upon herself to care for her. The boys often traveled to her cabin to make sure she had wood for her fire, space for her garden, and enough food. Rowan had gone with them many times, providing the old woman company and discussion while the boys did their work. No one had gone to check on her since the attacks though. The boys and Father were working in pairs to avoid attack. This slowed down their work considerably and no one had been available to go with Rowan.
One brilliant, sunny morning, Rowan’s mother called her down from the loft, “I need you to visit Granny today, Rowan! I’ve prepared a basket for you.”
Rowan donned her threadbare dress, grimacing as it pulled tightly across her chest, and tied a linen apron around her waist. The hem of the dress had frayed and torn, tickling her shins, but there was nothing to be done about it now. She hummed softly as she climbed down the ladder to the common room. Her mother had set a basket on the table. Rowan could smell the fresh baked bread that peeked out from under the cloth covering the basket. She lifted the cloth to look under it as her mother bustled around and saw the basket was filled with a slice of homemade cheese, a crock of fresh butter, berry jam, and a tightly wrapped pack of dried venison.
“Why are you sending all of this,” she poked through the contents.
“Granny has been all alone for the past two weeks,” was her mother’s patient response. “I don’t know what she’ll need.”
After her mother placed a bottle of fresh water and a bottle of homemade wine in the basket, she tweaked her daughter’s nose. “Now go, little one. And stay on the path. No wandering in the woods! The creature may get you!”
Rowan slung her hand-stitched cape, dyed deep red with the juice of the forest berries, over her shoulders, pinning it in place with a silver broach. She grabbed the basket, pressed a quick kiss on her mother’s cheek, and stepped out into the daylight. She followed the dusty road away from town until she reached a small path leading into the woods. The path was lined on either side with bright purple flowers. The local priest, Father Morgan, called them Monkshood. Granny had referred to them as Wolfsbane and said they were placed there to keep the wolves off the path and in the forest.
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