Date: Wed, 19 May 2004 09:15:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: All State 10 All State 10 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. The next year I had to be away for the All State conference. I did get one of my team members to bunk with Roosevelt. He was a dyed in the wool red neck and Roosevelt told me he had never encountered anyone who wanted black cock more. "The poor kid loved it!" Roosevelt said when he called me up a week later. "What's more, he wanted it up his ass and pumping at full speed! The kid was a fuck machine and 100% bottom." "He was Mr. Macho and a fag hater in the locker room," I said. "I guessed that, but believe me when I tell you he has seen the light!" Roosevelt answered. Several months later Roosevelt met me at an athletic equipment exhibition in Richmond. He was with another black coach, Ronald Brown of Emmanuel College. He asked me to stop in at his room that evening. I stopped by around eight. Roosevelt and Ron were already stripped to their shorts and drinking beer. I joined them and we got down to some serious drinking, sucking and fucking. Ron was stocky and massive, with an uncut cock to match. He wasn't shy at all and we had a great time. I told him about the All State tradition. He was really interested. "I've always wanted to play with some of the guys, but it's absolutely impossible," Ron said. "I can't do it to my team members, but I wouldn't mind helping out one of your team members. I wish someone had done it for me when I was that age. I was 30 before I admitted I was gay and I almost killed my self before I did." "Drinking?" I asked. "Eating. I ate every time I felt the urge. I was 360 pounds and on the edge of diabetes and a heart condition," Ron explained. "I almost ate my way to the grave." "What saved you?" I asked. "A cock! It was my first and I was reborn." "You're a born-again cock sucker?" I asked. He laughed. "Not exactly. I'm a born-again fuck pig," he said. " I just can't get enough cock in my ass." It was my turn to laugh. Two months later I was at All State, bunking with one of Ron's team members, Ashton Williams. Ron had given me the low down on the boy. According to Ron, Ashton was 100% gay and so uptight he was ready to explode. Ron described him as the ultimate closeted Christian. Underneath the sanctimoniousness, Ron thought there might be a real human being. I was in the mood for a challenge. When I met Ashton, I realized it would be worth the effort. He was a big boy, a good 6'4", with brown hair, blue eyes and a good smile. He was a nice kid, but scared. I knew he was uneasy the second he met me. At first I thought it was because he was afraid I was after him, then I realized it was the opposite problem. I saw him looking at me and saw pure unadulterated lust in his eyes. He was afraid he might do something. Ashton didn't trust himself to keep his urges under control. He went off to dinner with some friends. I told him I would be back by nine and planned to get to bed early. I returned at the same time he did and said I was going to take a shower. Ashton almost got hard. I don't think I'm a cruel man, but I got undressed slowly while talking with him. He got to see all of me before I went in the shower. The mirror in the bath gave him a good view of me as I dried off. From the corner of my eye I could see him staring at me, transfixed. Returning to the room I got on my bed, still naked, and talked football with him for a while. He went to take a shower. He undressed in the bath, so I couldn't see his equipment. When he returned, he was wrapped in a towel. He must have worked out with weights, he had shaved his chest, but a coat of fine, brown hair was coming back. We continued the conversation. His team was in the semi finals for the next day. "Are you nervous?" I asked. "You seem kind of keyed up." "I guess I am," he said. "I'm a Senior and this may be my last game. I'd hate to screw it up." "Well let old Coach Al take care of that. I give great massages. Lie down and let's see if I can work the kinks out of you." Ashton hesitated a little, but I was a Coach and he was use to doing what the coach said. I wrapped a towel around me and got him to lie down. I gave him a great massage. I do, in fact, give great massages. Ashton liked it too. Poor Ashton wasn't just tense. He was over wound. "I need to get my back into this!" I said. "Let me give your back a real workout," I said. Straddling him, I worked his back and got him to relax a bit. He didn't seem to mind when my towel fell off. I've got some low hangers, so my balls were resting on his ass. He pretended he didn't notice. Ashton was moaning a bit and telling me how good it was. I was hard by then, but since he was on his stomach, he didn't know. I knew he was hard too, even though I couldn't see his cock. "Ashton," I said, "I should work on your shoulders and abs, but there's a problem." "What's that?" "With all this rubbing I seem to have gotten hard," I replied. "That happens sometimes." "It does?" "Sure it does, it's a byproduct of being a man," I said. "It's a natural reaction, but it's sure embarrassing." Ashton was quiet for a few seconds. He was thinking. "I still am really tight, I don't mind, if you don't?" "No problem for me." I said. "Turn over, let me see what I can do." Ashton turned over. I pretended not to notice his erection. "I guess I have the same problem you do?" Ashton said. I laughed. "Well, you sure don't have any reason to be embarrassed. You look fully equipt." I said as I massaged his shoulders and we talked. I kept the conversation general. He relaxed some. Ashton was hung, big balls and a thick uncut cock. His purple cock head was so hard it shined. After a while I commented on it again. "You've got a beauty of a baby maker there," I said. "You must have some happy girl friends back at school." No one objects to being told his cock is impressive. "Not really," he said. "I've been kind of saving myself." "It seems a shame to be wasting a natural resource. It's impressive." "You think so?" he asked. "I know so. Don't forget I'm a coach. I seem a lot of meat," I replied, "I'm not so sure saving yourself is a good idea." "What do you mean?" "I'm afraid saving yourself for the wedding night is kind of hard on the bride." "Huh?" "Ashton, look at this logically. Think you yourself as a virgin girl, who on her wedding night, sees a naked man for the first time and he wants to shove his cock into her. It's a horrible thought," I said. "It was one of the great terrors of the Victorian age." "I never thought of it that way," Ashton said. "It's strange, but the divorce rate is higher in the Bible Belt than the rest of the country. Everywhere else, most couples give it a trial run. You know, drive it around the block and kick the tires," I explained. "I could never take advantage of a woman," he replied. "Of course you shouldn't take advantage of another person. But when you're both adults and both enjoy sex, what can be wrong with that?" Ashton looked unconvinced. "Plus, cocks can be a lot of fun." I said. Reaching over I stroked his cock. He moaned. "Don't do that," he cried. I stroked him again. The boy all but melted. I stroked his meat one more time. "Please don't," he cried. He sat up. "Sorry about that, I won't do it again," I said. "I got carried away." Poor Ashton looked crushed and disappointed. He was silent for a few seconds. "Can't I touch yours?" he asked. "Please do. Turn about is fair play." Ashton reached over and touched my cock. He touched, then he grabbed it. He pumped it once. "That feels great Ashton," I said. He looked at me sheepishly. "It felt good when you did it to me," he admitted. I reached over and cupped his balls. He looked relieved. I had made physical contact with his genitals again. "We're both adult. We both know what we are doing. We both like it. There's no reason why we can't enjoy our selves," I said. "You don't think it's dirty?" "We're equals, both after the same thing. And one thing I can promise you, I won't get you pregnant!" He smiled. I bent over and sucked his cock. He was the happiest man in the world at that moment. I knew he was close, so I was really careful. He could pop at any moment. I got up. "How was that?" I asked. "Beautiful, wonderful," he moaned. "Can you do it again?" "You liked it that much?" He nodded. "Do you think you could do the same to me? Maybe we could suck each other at the same time?" I asked. I knew he didn't want to do it, but he'd have a hard time saying no. I also knew once my cock was in his mouth, he'd love it. He was still hesitant. "You're afraid it's dirty?" I asked. He nodded, embarrassed. "Lots of guys worry about that at first. When you're sexually excited, every thing that oozes from your cock comes from the balls. It's pure cock juice, unmixed with piss." I reached over and collected some of his precum. He was oozing buckets. I took the pearl of man juice, raised it to my mouth and tasted it. He looked shocked, but turned on. We got into the 69 position. I licked his cock head. Ashton went after mine as if he were a little boy being told he had to eat the vegetables. It didn't take him long to find out he liked them after all. I knew he was a religious guy, but once he got the hang of cock sucking, he went after it with all the zeal of a convert. Sucking him was a trip. He was so close, but remarkably he was able to hold back, once he started sucking me. It was like sucking a loaded and cocked gun. After ten minutes of intense cock sucking we took a breather. I needed it. "I didn't know anything could be this good," he cried. "I had no idea. I don't want it to end." "Well, that depends on when you shoot off and if you can cum a second time," I said. "You're so close. I can't believe you haven't shot off." "Is that bad?" "Not at all. It's just that some guys hit a stone wall after they shoot." I said. "I don't think I do that," he said. "I'm not really sure. I don't jerk off that much." "Why?" "I thought it was wrong." "That's wrong, just plain silly. Jerking off is as American apple pie. It's bad for your heath too. It promotes prostate heath," I continued. "What's that?" Ashton asked. "I'll show you later!" I replied as we went back to sucking. He didn't last long this time. Ashton shot off with the force of a power washer. His cum was very plentiful, thick and creamy. A few seconds later, I felt pressure build in my cock. "I'm shooting!" I cried. Ashton pulled off and watched me spurt. We both rested for a while. I was afraid he was done for the night. We were next to each other on the bed. He reached over and played with the hair on my chest. I turned toward him and cupped his balls. His cock firmed and got hard. He was ready to go again. So was I. As the night progressed, Ashton relaxed more and more and got more comfortable with man sex. Eventually I worked a finger into his ass and introduced him to his prostate. He was shocked at having a finger in his shit hole, but it's not every day you find a new sex organ. Ashton was properly grateful. "It felt good, didn't it?" I asked. "Incredible," he replied. "It can feel even better when another man's cock does the touching," I said. Ashton may have been new to man sex, but he knew what I was talking about. "Does that feel good when a man does it to you?" he asked. "It sure does." I relied. He was quiet for a while. He was building up nerve. I stroked his cock. "I think this might feel really good in my ass." I said. "You'd let me?" he asked, incredulously. "To tell you the truth, Ashton, I think your cock would feel just great," I replied. He needed no more invitation. I had some lube available. "To tell you the truth, Ashton, I think your cock would feel just great," I replied. He needed no more invitation. I had some lube available. As I coated his cock with it, he moaned. "Take it easy, you're big," I said as he lifted my legs on his shoulders. A little more flattery wouldn't hurt. He pushed gingerly. My ass resisted for the first few thrusts, then his cock head popped in. "Go slow, but go deep," I instructed. "How far can I go?" Ashton asked. He was new to this. "Go all the way," I said. "I think it'll fit." He thrust slowly, pushing deeper with each movement. I tightened my sphincter when he was four or five inches in. Raising my ass and arching my back, I eased his meat into the perfect position. Ashton instinctively knew what I was doing. He smiled and began pumping harder. I felt his balls flopping against my ass. He was in. Ashton had a cock which was entirely compatible with my ass. Every inch of my ass lining was in contact with his cock. It felt good to me, but Ashton was in heaven. His foreskin was a bit loose, so while my ass held it tight, his shaft and cock head had more movement. He had cum only ten minutes earlier, so he got all the pleasure, without the fear he would pop easily. We went at it for a good half hour. He shot off then and we both fell asleep. He woke me at six, trying to fuck me again. He succeeded and it was even better. I got him off to the game, relaxed and smiling.