Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2015 07:39:43 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Old Stories 1

Old Stories 1
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DON'T
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
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

Coach Hal

Football was popular in the first decades of the Twentieth Century, but it
was still possible for a small college to have a good team and a
considerable following. The daughters of a mine owner who had died in a
mining accident founded North Pennsylvania College in 1870.  It was to be a
charity school for the sons of miners.  By 1900, it was a well-respected
Engineering college with a good reputation.

Its football team played in a local league and garnered respect.  Coach Hal
came to the school as a mathematics professor who coached on the side. He
had a knack for taking the sons of miners and turning them into fine
scholars and good athletes.

The hard, backbreaking work of mining took a toll on the men of the region.
Many of the students were fatherless or had difficult home life.  Coach Hal
was an impressive physical specimen, tall, barrel chested and muscular. He
was also intelligent, enthusiastic and generous in praise.  He wanted "his
boys" to be all they could be. If you made the effort and did well, he
encouraged you. Many coaches focus their attention on the stars and
standouts on their teams. Hal said, "I'm not interested in the stars, I
like the constellations."

Coach Hal was married to a mousey woman.  She was rarely seen in public.
They had no children. He devoted his time and considerable energy to his
"boys." For many of them, he was the father they never had. Hal was no
fool.  He knew that love in young men at the peak of their sexual powers
often expressed themselves sexually.

While he never encouraged this or indulged in any sexual activities with
them, he was never unkind. His boys were part of the team and they felt the
warmth of love and affection. For sexual release, Hal had a close friend
Dr. Brooks, a professor of languages and me, Johnny Henning, the Head
Groundskeeper. We connected accidentally and our relationship became close.
Hal was strongly sexually driven, but moral too. He could never use his
position for personal gratification.

Some of the students worked for me as sort of an informal scholarship. If a
student was on the verge of dropping out, I found work and enough cash to
keep him in school. The campus of North Penn was beautiful, largely by our
efforts. While I never took advantage of the students, I sometimes became
intimate with them. I am a huge man, but my tastes are passive. One might
think they were taking advantage of me, but it was always a mutually
enjoyable experience.

I knew which students were in love with Coach Hal. While Hal knew this
happened with fatherly coaches and their team members, he never indulged or
let things get out of hand.  I knew Coach Hal well and knew the coach
shared the sexual inclinations of some of his team members.  It was in the
later 1920s when I arranged for a little party at my cabin in the Pocono
Mountains. It was a party to let off steam and reconnect with former
playmates.

I felt that when former team members were fully adult, it was acceptable
for them to satisfy their inclinations. Many had not lost their hero
worship of the coach. I asked Hal to the party.  He was opposed it at
first. He relented after he thought it over.

Coach Hal's relationships with Dr. Brooks and me were intensely sexually
satisfying. Brooks had connected with a few former students at their tenth
reunion, and said it had been good. "It was as if you were finally able to
scratch an itch you had been unable to scratch for years," Brooks
explained. "We all knew it was a one shot only deal, but it was pleasant
and satisfying for all involved."

"I would have thought it would be embarrassing," Hal said.

"We are all adult men now," Brooks replied. "I was not trifling with the
affections of innocent youths. It was not a ladies' tea party either. As
you well know, I have healthy, manly appetites. I was generous in my
affections and the men were more than generous." Eventually Coach Hal
agreed to join in the party. He wanted to know who would come, but I said I
would make all the arrangements.

In late June in the gap between Graduation and the beginning of summer
school, Brooks and Hal arrived at my mountain camp. I named it Kamp Kareful
as a joke. Most people had camps named Camp Carefree or Kill Kare.  I tend
to be obsessed with safety, thus Kamp Kareful.

The camp sits on a small pond. The place was isolated and secluded. The
first guests arrived an hour later. It was a trio of tackles, Bobby, Bruno
and Benny. We had called then the Wall, since they formed and impenetrable
wall protecting the quarterback. A half hour later three more men came, the
quarterback, Dodson, a linebacker, Henry and the water boy Julius. That was
the guest list. Brooks noticed that Coach Hal glowed when his saw the
former team members.

Julius and I cooked lunch as the men talked. The sun was hot and Brooks
suggested a swim. He and I stripped and the other men followed. The men had
seen each other naked hundreds of times in the locker room.  Brooks watched
as the men saw Hal naked for the first time.

Brooks had known Hal for years. Curiously, Hal was under the impression
that his cock was deformed. It was too big. His marital relations were poor
on that account. Brooks had tried to disabuse him of that thought, but
without success. When Hal's former team members saw it for the first time
it was as if Christmas came early.

The men were all in their late twenties and early thirties, but they were
still young enough to get hard when they were inspired. While Hal's
oversized tool may have been embarrassed him, the excited men inspired his
tool too. There is one nice thing about being a naked man. You do not need
to tell someone you are sexually excited.  Hal's cock responded to the
stimulation.

It is one thing to be attracted to your coach.  It is another when you
discover that he is horse hung and excited by you. Everyone jumped into the
water. It was comparatively warm and allowed for discrete explorations. Hal
went over to Bruno.  Bruno was a massive, hair covered, bear of a man, but
was quite shy. He was now a mathematics teacher in his hometown, and Hal
counted him as a great success.

They talked briefly, but Hal reached out under the water and fondled
Bruno's equipment. I didn't know Bruno well, but Brooks said Bruno's cock
tended to look small only because of his massive body.



I am an easygoing man and I make friends easily. I like to suck and be
fucked. If my partner can stay hard and have an orgasm, I can do the rest.
Because of my preferences, I was a little worried that the guests were all
tops. I soon discovered that everyone could be versatile when he is in a
group of men who like each other. A top can bottom for a man he likes. The
right cock can feel real good in a willing ass.

I was also worried about Hal's meat. It was ideal for amateurs. I did not
know how experienced the former students were. It turns out I worried too
much.  When you are with someone you want to please, experience does not
matter either. They wanted to connect with their former coach as intimately
as possible.

I was new to group play myself, and I was not sure how much I would like
it. I like sex and it turned out that I like lots of sex a lot more. It was
very good. Hal was muscular and in great condition. His athletic abilities
included sex, and if there was such a thing as a sexual marathon, he was
equipped to win. He had remarkable stamina.

While Hal was the main attraction, the boys did not neglect Brooks and
me. They were polite and attentive. I thought I knew Brooks well, but he
bloomed in the sexual free-for-all.

One of my special skills is sitting on a cock and working it to an
orgasm. I had done this to Dodson and to Julius. Technically their cock was
in my ass, so I was being fucked, but I did all the work. I bounced on the
cock and caressed it with my sphincter. I masturbated their cocks with my
ass.

This was intensely intimate and pleasurable for both of us. It is hard to
believe that a cock and a sphincter can express affection, but that is the
way it felt. Men must be enthusiastic and aggressive to complete the sexual
act. That does not preclude affection or tenderness.

I also discovered that tenderness is not associated with a particular body
type. Dodson, the slim and rather elegant quarterback, was most
aggressive. The massive tackles were tender and delicate in many
ways. Bobby had a thick and massive cock and there was no delicate way to
wedge it into the confines of an ass, but he was careful. He was like the
brawny sculptor who could turn a bloc of stone into an elegant sculpture.

The team members had seen each other naked in the showers almost every day
at college. I wondered how they would deal with nudity in a sexual
situation. It could be embarrassing to switch gears. Coach Hal and
Dr. Brooks eased the way.

Hal connected with Bruno and Henry.  He was sucking Henry as Bruno eased
his organ into Hal's ass.  Hal clearly was a master sucker, and Henry
moaned, enjoying the genital attention. Hal had no problem with the anal
connection either.

Henry lost it and let loose an impressive series of ejaculations.  Henry
was an open book, and you could see him shiver and shake with each
ejaculation. Hal took his mas seed with obvious gusto.  Henry's orgasm
triggered Bruno's cock, and he let lose. It was not just that Bruno and
Henry were injecting their manly juices into opposite ends of their
coach. Hal was clearly enjoying it. It was beautiful.

Julius, the water boy, was an unimpressive physical specimen, short, thin
and hairy. They called him the chimp. He was a gifted chemist and his stint
as a water boy was to give him the money he needed to stay in school.  He
was a nice guy and the team liked him. He was never naked in the
showers. When I said he was an unimpressive physical specimen, I did not
realize that a quarter of his weight might well have been in his cock. It
was so big it was almost a deformity.

Brooks saw it and was smitten.  I think curiosity got the better of him. He
connected with Julius and he discovered that Julius was a top. Brooks had
discovered that being fucked by a cock that large was a different
experience than taking a normal cock. Brooks later described it a
hyper-fucking. Brooks went into a sexual trance as Julius worked his magic.

Hal and Brooks were entirely open and available sexually. Brooks was
moaning in ecstasy as Hal ate every drop of sperm shot from Henry's
quivering body. When Bruno finally pulled out of Hal's ass, Dodson went
over to Hal and licked up Bruno's sperm as it drooled from Hal's ass. Once
Hal had taken all of Henry's cum, he rolled over, pulled up his legs and
opened his ass for Dodson's cock. Dodson had never fucked a cum-filled ass
before and it was a great success.

There is a lull in sexual desire after and orgasm.  On needs to recharge
and rest before desire returns.  I had noticed that many men leave and lose
all interest. In a group of nine men, this was not a problem since a
portion of the group was always ready for action.

As far as I could tell, Hal and Julius never experienced any lull in
desire. I thought my ass relaxed after several penetrations. I was afraid
that I would lose the tightness necessary to please my playmates. If it
did, no one complained. The men were able to go deeper into to me as my ass
relaxed I became more receptive. This was a shock of sorts. I am most
willing and receptive anyway, and the new openness was exciting.

Once Hal took Henry's cum, there seemed to an urge to take his cream. Bobby
told me later that he had never wanted to take cum before. As Hal lapped up
Henry's load, Bobby wanted Hal's cream. He got it.

I asked if he liked it.

"It didn't taste that good, but I loved it," he said. "I was afraid I
wasn't doing it right, but he began to ooze some sweet stuff I knew he was
excited. He got more excited and then it came. There was a lot of it.  It
was kind of bitter and salty." He paused. "It was hot, straight from his
balls.  I did not think it would be hot. He fed me all of his baby making
juice."

"Did you swallow it?"

"It would a have been rude no to.  I can still taste it," he replied.  "Hal
told me he wanted to take mine. He told me he would like it on his mouth or
ass." Bobby had been soft when we started talking; he was hard now. He
looked down and saw his erect cock. "Sorry about that," he added.

Dodson joined us. He looked at Bobby's erection. "Damn you have a nice
one," he said. "Some guys say they have a grower not a shower.  You take
the cake in that division."

Bobby looked at Dodson's cock. "You look good had or soft.  I was always
jealous of all the sex you got," Bobby said.

Dodson leaned close.  "Let me tell you, the sex today has been better than
all the sex I have ever had before," he said. "Johnny here was the first
guy I ever fucked and it was the best sex I had in college.  He promised
not to get pregnant and that made it better for me." We laughed.

"I just took Julius' load," Dodson said. "I had no idea he was packing all
that equipment. It was a mouthful.  How was Coach Hal's cream?"

"I can still taste it," Bobby said. Dodson kissed him. They were both hard
now. I was hard too and I got behind Dodson and nudged my cock into his
crack. He shifted to give me better access. I nudged a little harder and
found out his ass was lubricated and ready. His rectum was warm and
welcoming.

"I want Hal to fuck me, but I need to be more open. Can you boys help me?"
he asked.

"We sure can!" Bobby replied. Bobby and I team fucked him for fifteen
minutes. My cock is a long, thin probe.  Bobby's was thick and stumpy.  Hal
watched us work him over and then replaced me on one of the rotations. Hal
was longer and thicker than we were and he went deep on the first
thrust. Hal had a big knob and I think Dodson knew it was the Coach
immediately. He went crazy.

Hal had been gentle fucking Bruno and Benny. He was a man rammer with
Dodson, and that seemed to be what Dodson wanted. Hal turned him on his
side and lifted his leg so we could all see his monster pounding into
Dodson's ass. Dodson was gasping for air, but his cock was rock hard. He
was loving it.

Hal pulled out quickly, ejaculated on Dodson's ass pucker and then shoved
it in again. Hal wanted us to know he was breeding Dodson. He finished the
orgasm in the ass, and then pulled out slowly. Julius went over to Dodson
and licked up the opalescent cream drooling from his ass.

Julius had a long tongue and he soon was tongue fucking the hole, taking
Hal's cream. Dodson began to moan and Henry took his load as it
spurted. His mouth made love to the cock while Julius' tongue made love to
his well-used hole. Dodson was in heaven. Henry and Julius looked happy
too.

The party broke up and hour or so later. We were all exhausted but
happy. We all knew we would do it again.

That opportunity occurred a year later. My plan had been to ask the same
men who had come the year before. Several could not come, but several had a
friend who was interested. Julius had a friend Dudley. He had been on the
wrestling team a couple of years behind Julius. He was a chemist too, but
athletic scholarships were easier to come by than academic
scholarships. Bruno had two friends, Lou and Frank. They were on the
football team two years before Bruno's time.

Much to my surprise, Brooks wanted to bring a friend, Dr. Findlay, the Dean
of the Faculty. I think I have a good sense about men who share my tastes,
and I had not guessed about him at all. I had a new friend too, Scott
Robertson. He was an electrician who worked for the school.  He had
recently been divorced and we had connected. In his mid-thirties, man sex
excited him.

His wife was a beauty and Scott had been hot stuff in High School, the
captain of the football team. He became an electrician and that was not
part of her plan. Sex wasn't a part either. Scott discovered she was saving
that for a man with higher net worth.

He was walking home drunk from a bar when I picked him up, took him home
and bedded him. He had a rip roaring old time.  I don't think he had ever
had sex with someone who liked it. He said he was not gay, but the sex was
so good, he did not mind that I was a man.

Scott, Brooks and Dr. Findlay were the first to arrive. Hal, Bruno and his
friends came next, followed by Julius and Dudley. While I prepared lunch,
the men talked. By the time lunch was ready, they were all naked and in the
water.

Dr. Findlay hit it off with Julius and Scott. Hal was with Bruno and his
friends. Dudley was watching. I called them in for lunch. Lunch was festive
but quick. All the men were ready. The men were varied in size and status.
Findlay was a dean and a roly-poly ball of a man. I am a glorified janitor.

Dudley was built like a gorilla. He was a shy, academic type who no one
noticed except when he won wrestling matches. He could have played King
Kong in the movies without makeup. Hal noticed him watching, and signaled
him to come over to play. Hal knew he was shy so he dropped to his knees
and swallowed Dudley's dong. Dudley shot off a few minutes later and Hal
took every drop.

Dudley was willing to please, and once he got into the swing of things, he
was not shy. When Hal pulled away, he went to Findley. Findlay was not well
endowed until Dudley coaxed his cock to full erection. Dudley also had a
recharge time of three or four minutes. By the time Findlay was erect, he
was ready to go again. The two men chatted a little then Findlay got on his
hands and knees as spread his ass cheeks.

Brooks came over to them with some lubricant and Dudley began a slowly and
gently inserting his oversized cock into Findley's small ass. Dudley was a
lover not a fucker and he had a sense about the right pace. Eventually
every inch of Dudley's dong was in Findley's ass and Findlay was purring in
pleasure.

 Hal had joined Lou and Scott. They were not too gentle, but they were
enthusiastic. As I watched the men go at it, I realized how remarkable it
was. All of us were used to hiding our sexual interests from the world, not
to mention the actual sexual activities we enjoyed. For this one afternoon
a year we were able be and do what we wanted.

For most of us coming into physical contact with another man's cock
happened once or twice a year if we were lucky. Here everyone was both
interested and willing. Since everyone was here for sex, there was none of
the uneasy feeling out a man to see if he was into it. It was just sex, but
somehow my cock and ass could not tell the difference.