Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2004 14:37:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: All State 15 All State 15 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. "I've never seen a man get fucked before," muttered Art. He was silent as Wally slowly probed my ass. I moaned when he rubbed my prostate with his bloated cock head. "It looks as if you guys are sure enjoying yourselves. Is it that good?" Art asked. "You've never taken a trip into a guy's love canal?" Wally asked. "No," Art replied. "What have you done?" I asked. Art didn't answer right away. "Don't be shy," Wally said. "We're all naked and hard. You're with fellow spirits." "Well, I haven't really done much," Art admitted. "I use to jerk off with a friend. He gave me a blow job a few times. I was too scared and up tight. Maybe more up tight than scared. My job as a coach would have been toast if they found out." Wally pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and then shoved it in fast. "You really liked coaching, didn't you?" "Yep. It was everything I wanted since I was a kid," Art said. "I was good at it too. We were state champions three times. You know, the guys who go in for wresting are usually from the wrong side of the tracks. A lot of them had problems. Most of my boys did well. Not just in wrestling, in life." "You like boys?" I asked. "I like helping boys become men," he explained. "The guy I had sex with was older than me. He was a superintendent of a construction crew. He was more gorilla than man, but one hell of a nice guy. I guess men turn me on sexually more than boys." "Well, this is your lucky day!" Wally exclaimed. "Why don't you come over here and give Al a poke and see if the baby maker of yours is in peak working condition?" "I don't know," Art said. "You two enjoy yourselves." "Art, come on and give it a try," Wally said. "I know Al's game." "Well, maybe," Art said as he came closer. "I've got some lube in my trunk," Wally said. "I think you're too big for a dry fuck." "Maybe I'll try it another time," Art muttered. I knew he wanted to, but he was timid and unsure. "Maybe I'm too big." "Let me be the judge of that," I said. "It will be fine if you take your time." Wally coated Art's cock with some K-Y. Art moaned involuntarily and Art stroked his cock while spreading the lube. I had admired Art's cock before. But he was really excited now and it looked even bigger. It was a good ten inches plus of meat the diameter of a Budweiser can. He positioned his cock at my hole and stood still, as if he wasn't sure of what to do. "Just push it in slowly," Wally instructed him. "Take it easy until you pop the head in." Art pushed and nothing happened. He pushed a second time. My sphincter gave way and his entire cock rammed onto my ass. I was winded and gasped for breath. Art tried to pull out. He hadn't expected to deep dick me any more than I had expected it. Wally stopped him before he was able to withdraw. He pushed Art's ass and the monster cock slid in deep again. "Just leave it there," Wally said. "Stay still and Al will get use to it." I wasn't any too sure I would. It was a huge organ and I was stretched to my limit. Maybe a minute or two later the shock of the invasion wore off and my ass began to adjust itself to the cock. My ass tightened and I twitched. Art moaned and jerked some. His cock shifted slightly and came into full contact with my prostate. A wave of almost indescribable pleasure swept over me. From that point on, every movement he made induced an explosion of sensation in my ass. It felt so good it almost hurt. My sphincter tried to grab his organ and hold it still to stop him, so I could get my bearings. My entire ass tunnel tried to contract on his cock and hold it still. There was no way my ass could control the lubricated fuck tool. My efforts further excited him and he began taking deep strokes. After a while I gave up the fight and surrendered to the relentless pleasure. Art turned from an anal virgin into a full-fledged master top-man in record time. Art was a nice guy who wouldn't hurt a fly and who wanted to please. He possessed Godzilla's cock, big, bloated and crude. It hurt some, but it was also intensely exciting. I'd been fucked a good many times, but never as totally as by Art. I was possessed by his meat. His cock was like a hard but fair master. Very demanding, but more than willing to reward you well if you did what he wanted. While I wanted to please him, Art noted what worked for me. When I reacted to a movement, he would repeat it until he knew exactly where the good spot was. I don't know how long I was skewered on Art's cock, it seemed like a few hundred years, but anything that intense couldn't last and Art shot his load. I could feel him ejaculating in my ass and I shot off too. Art pulled out and Wally slipped in. "Damn, I like sloppy seconds!" Wally exclaimed. I fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, it was already bright. Art was cooking breakfast and talking with Wally. They seemed cheerful and happy. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Just great. I hope your ass isn't too sore," Wally said smiling. "Great here too," Art said. "I don't want you boys to think I'm a pig, but I think my ass is just sore enough!" I replied. "It was good last night." "You know, I don't think I'd ever had an orgasm like that before last night," Art said. "I was drained. I truthfully hadn't realized what I had been missing. I think I've missed out on a lot." "It was a pretty total experience for me too," I said. "You're not a leader of young men anymore and don't work for the school board. You can have fun to your heart's content and not need to worry about someone turning you in. You're feeling good today?" "Never better," Art replied. "No guilt, only a desire to do it again." "Well, I'm sure that can be worked out someway," Wally said. We ate breakfast and I went into town to run some errands. When I got back to the camp, I saw Marty Benedito's car in the parking area. He had come back early. I went to my room and saw Wally. "I see Marty came back early," I said. "Yes, he had a hot date that didn't come through," Wally said. "It puts the kibosh to my plans for the night," I said. Wally winked at me, "I wouldn't bet the farm on that!" he said. "Marty likes his fun too." Wally went off, but he obviously knew more about what was going on at the camp than I. I went to the kitchen and made a sandwich, then went to the terrace overlooking the swimming pool. Marty and Art were there sunning themselves nude. "Al, we decided to change the dress code for the day," Art said. "I see you have. I guess it will cut down on the laundry," I replied as I stripped naked and joined them on the grass. "I hope you don't mind, Coach Grant, but The Walrus called me and said you guys were into nude wrestling. He knew I was interested, so he asked me to come back," Marty said. "Having four guys is better, Wally said, maybe we can do some real tag team wrestling." Marty tended to wear baggy gym shorts or sweats most of the time. Naked he was a classic, Italian, fire-plug of a man. He was solid muscle and was covered in an even layer of close-cut fur. He had been shaved recently, but the hair was growing back. He was bullet headed and barrel chested. His cock was uncut and shaped like a fireplug too. It was firming up and the foreskin was beginning to part, exposing the tip of his cock head. Art was semi-hard and unworried about being nude among friends. A lot had changed in Art's life since the events of last night. "Marty hasn't done any nude wrestling, but he sure has some thoughts on the subject," Art said. "I told him we had some successful matches last night. A bit informal as to the rules, but fun." "I can go with the flow," Marty said. Wally joined us. He was naked too. "I can vouch for that!" he exclaimed. "I hope I'm not telling stories out of school, but Marty is a member in good standing of the Brotherhood. I took care of the pledge ceremony, but you boys can help with the initiation." Art laughed. "I'm not sure I can help you that much. I'm not that experienced myself," he said. "I don't think you need to worry about that much, "Wally said. "Al and I have enough experience for both of you. In most initiations it's more a question of desire and interest, than experience. I think you and Marty both have the desire." "It's safe to say I'm open to the possibilities," Art said. "Much more open than I had ever guessed." "Well, I had guessed I'd like it, it's that I didn't have the opportunity to try things out," Marty said. "It really hard to do anything in a school of 200 in a town of 5,000 people. They all know when your laundry is done with the spin cycle and give you a call if your late putting it in the dryer!" We all laughed. "I've been there!" Art cried. "My neighbor was a Deacon in the Baptist church. Nice people, but it was hard to get a six-pack of beer in the house without them commenting. It was like being in jail." "Shit, I had the same neighbors living next to me! Are they cloned?" Marty asked. "That's the nightmare scenario, mass-produced Bible-Thumpers!" Wally said. "I'm afraid limited and narrow people are everywhere. There's sure no shortage." "No one is watching us now," I said. "I closed and locked the gate to the camp when I came in. Let the games begin!" I was next to Marty and leaned over and licked his cock. It turned rock hard so fast it almost smacked my face. He sighed. I think he was glad the real sex had begun. As soon my tongue made contact with his cock, Marty shifted and tried to swallow my cock. Marty had years of pent up sexual lust. He was ready and couldn't get enough of my cock. I glanced up from his cock long enough to see Wally and Art going at it. When Marty came up for air, he saw Art's cock fully erect for the first time. "Damn, is that fucker for real?" he asked. Art laughed. "You'll know soon enough," Art replied. "Come over and give it a try." Marty abandoned me for Art, but Wally was nothing but a good sport and he came over to me and began sucking my cock. I watched Marty work on Art's cock as Wally took care of me. It would be more correct to say Marty was worshiping the huge organ. I always think of sex as fun and pleasurable, for Marty it was downright reverential. Once and a while I make a strong sexual connection with a man, for me, the connection is always the result of anal sex. The sex is so good, the cock makes the connection to the brain. As I watched Marty, I realized Art's cock was messing with his brain. It was 100% sexual involvement. It wasn't 100% for me and Wally, but the percentage which did connect was pretty good. Wally was the prefect recreational sexual partner. It was fun, pleasurably and easy. No real stress, it didn't need to be prefect, it just had to be good enough. Art made Marty pull off his cock. "I want to save my load for later," Art said. "It's still early and I'm worthless after I shoot. I was hoping for some wrestling time before I get all tired out." "That sounds good to me," Marty said. "Are there rules?" "There are rules, but sometimes they are just guidelines, if you get my drift," Wally said. "When I was wrestling professionally, the nude rules were more like the high school and college wrestling. You want a lot more body contact and less flying through the air. The more body to genital contact the better, I always felt. Usually the winner took two out of three, or three out of five." "That's pretty straightforward," I commented. "Usually the winner fucks the looser. The audience loves that, but this is where the rules become guidelines," the Walrus continued. "If it's all pros, that's the way it works, if it's professionals and amateurs, it can be changed. As far as I can tell, there are no virgins among the professional nude wrestlers. Not so with the amateurs." "Some don't want to have their cherry popped by a stranger in front of their friends?" I asked. "You got it," Wally said, "We substitute eating the winner's cum. Less drama." He paused. "As you can guess, the matches where the looser gets fucked are hard fought. Very exciting, guys will go the extra mile to avoid a cock up their ass." "How often do you loose?" I asked. "To an amateur?" "Yes." "To round it off, never." Wally replied. "No matter how hard the fight, they always loose. At one time I thought it's because I'm a good wrestler, now I know differently," "How is that?" Art asked. "Whether they know it or not, I think they want a cock in their ass," Wally explained. "It's okay if they put up a good fight. They pretend to not want it, but I won't tell how many guys I have beaten and fucked show up at my hotel room and want to get fucked again. Some times they want each of the professionals to give them a ride, a regular gang-bang." He paused again, then looked Marty square in the eye. "I think you and Art are virgins, so we need to decide if we want the rules or the guidelines." "I guess you can change your mind mid-bout?" Art said. Wally laughed. "It's easy enough for you to change your mind, but it's harder to change your opponent's mind. A deal is a deal. The main rule is not to start something you can't finish." "I'm game. The guidelines aren't for me. All or nothing," Art said. "I'm okay with that too," Marty said. "You've seen Art's meat?" I said. He nodded.