Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2015 05:48:45 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Coach 5

Coach 5
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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The six of us had a good time.  Dr. Freddy hit it off with Rod and
Lawrence. I had a memorable experience with Dave and Cooter.  Cooter was
all-top and his long probe went about as deep as anyone had ever been in my
ass. Dave was mostly oral. He liked to sixty-nine and he greatly enjoyed
sucking me while Cooter was in my ass.

Dave was a multi-tasker and was both attentive to me and to Cooter. This
was his first time sucking as he watched fucking. He gave Cooter advice as
to what motions caused the most reaction from me. Cooter's cock was thin
and easy to take. His knob was large and it became more pleasurable as time
went on.

Dave could both feel me react and taste my precum. I realized his cock
oozed more just after Cooter rubbed a good spot in my ass. Dave oozed
top-of-the-line precum and the excitement grew.  Dave and I had a joint
orgasm. I may have popped a second or two before he did, but it was damn
close.

Dave and I broke apart but Cooter stayed in my ass. It added some zip to my
post-orgasmic cool down. I was surprised to see Dr. Freddy get enthusiastic
with Rod and Lawrence.  Freddy and I connected from time to time, but it
was nice, utilitarian sex. I was thinking that was as far as Freddy
went. That was obviously wrong.

On the drive home, Freddy thought that a pool party at Rod's might be good
for the men I was coaching.

Two days later Freddy sent me a new man, Eddie Shaw. Eddie was a recently
divorced father of two. His wife took the kids, the house and his bank
account and left the country for parts unknown.  The FBI was looking for
her.

Eddie was a very sexual man who could not do it with a woman. He thought he
was still married and was afraid if he bedded a woman, he would lose his
children permanently.  He was going crazy with sexual frustration. Freddy
thought he needed to get his rocks off.

Eddie's way of thinking was odd and he had been acting erratically.  Freddy
thought I was either the shock of having his wife leave him and the
resulting sexual frustration that caused his problems or something
else. Eddie saw me mowing the lawn shirtless and mentioned it to Freddy. He
actually mentioned it a few times.

Freddy has exceptionally good gaydar, and that caught his attention. Freddy
had not suspected that Eddie was gay, but it was possible. Freddy asked me
to the mow the lawn the next time Eddie had an appointment. It was a hot
day and I was sweating like a pig. Eddie saw me and all but drooled.

Freddie asked Eddie to take a borrowed casserole dish over to me on his way
out. Freddie said he had some things he needed to do before the next
appointment.

When he rang the bell, I was wearing only my undershorts. I saw it was
Eddie and opened the door. Eddie looked as if he had won the lottery. I
asked him in.  "It's hot out there," I said as I took the dish and thanked
him.  I asked if he would like a cool drink. He said yes and we went to the
kitchen. I offered him a beer and he looked grateful.

I told him I was going to jump in the whirlpool and relax, and asked if he
would like to join me. He said he did not have any trunks.  I said we were
all boys. I led the way to the pool, stripped and went in. He stripped
slowly.

"I'm not hung like you," he said. Eddie was fifteen pounds overweight and
moderately hairy.  His skin had never been exposed to the sun.

I smiled. "The cock is a functional organ not a decorative one. As long as
it is in working order, who cares?" I asked.

"It works alright, but I haven't had a chance to use it much lately," he
said as he launched himself into a recitation of his family woes. His wife
had been a demanding woman and he worked sixty hours or more a week to get
her the things she wanted. He had not guessed she wanted a one-way ticket
away from him. He was blindsided.

The water was hot and I sat on the edge of the bath. I made sure my
positions showed off my genitals. Eddie liked that. He liked that a lot.

"I was a school teacher and coach," I said. "I've retired down here and I
am making new friends."

"What did you coach?" he asked.

"Wrestling mostly," I said. "As a High School coach I pinch hit with
football from time to time."

"That explains why you are so comfortable being naked," Eddie said. "I was
on the wrestling team for a while, but I got hurt. I guess this is like old
times in the locker room for you?"

"Were you uncomfortable showering with the other guys?" I asked.

"At first I wasn't, but I sort of liked it once I got used to it," he
said. "Did you get naked with the boys?"

"No, that was just asking for trouble," I said. "They saw me naked in the
coaches' shower once, but that was it. Did you see your coach naked?"

"Once," he replied. "I hope you don't think this is strange, but I think
about it quite a bit. His cock seemed big, but yours is bigger."

I laughed. "That is not a surprise and it's not strange," I said. "Guys are
curious at that age. Most men are interested in big ones. We all like to
know how we measure up."

Eddie got out of the water.  He was semi-erect, with lots of skin and big
balls. "Things can sometimes get pretty intimate when you are wrestling,"
he remarked. "I was always afraid I would embarrass myself."

"That has happened to me a few times. Most guys pretend they didn't notice
the display," I said. "Some like the view."

"Did that bother you?" he asked.

"Well it's actually kind of flattering," I said. "There are a lot of things
that are worse than having a pal admire your cock."

Eddie laughed. "I guess you are right about that. Do guys come on to you?"

"Sometimes they do," I said. "A quick blow job can be good."

"That happened to me a few times. It was nice," Eddie admitted.

"Now that I am older, I know that was the wrong approach," I added.

"What do you mean?"

"A nice, long blow job is much better," I replied. Eddie looked at me oddly
and then burst into laughter.

"I've never had the experience, but I bet it is good," he said. "It's been
18 months since I did anything with a woman, man or even a vegetable." I
laughed.

"Could you tell me something kind of personal?  It is just something I want
to know as a former coach."

"Go ahead and ask," Eddie replied.

"Did you ever dream of getting it on with your coach?" I asked.

"I didn't dream about it," he replied. "I did think about it. Usually it
involved game of strip poker or something like that. I was supposed to suck
him off if he won. He always won."

"Did you ever think he might suck you in real life?" I asked. When I asked
that question, his cock became fully erect. I knew what he wanted. "Do you
need some help with that?" I asked. Eddie looked down at is hard cock and
gave me a sheepish look.  I assumed that was a yes. I went over and took
care of the problem.

Eddie shivered and said nothing.  His cock did all the talking for him. He
had a nice, big knob on a thin shaft. He almost immediately began to ooze
precum and after a few minutes, his juices were flowing. I knew he was
getting close. I deep throated him and he popped.

Eddie had an almost pyrotechnic orgasm. He shivered, shook, twitched,
moaned and bellowed as he let loose. I swallowed twice.  He continued to
twitch and spurt in mini-ejaculations for three or four minutes after the
main event.

"I am so embarrassed," he finally whimpered.

"About what?" I asked. "I enjoyed it and you obviously enjoyed it."

"I've never had one quite like that," he said. "I lost my cool."

"I've had a few like that, a real ball drainer," I said. "I don't mind
helping out a man in need." Eddie thanked me and then went home. He called
me the next day and apologized. He said he should not have done what he
did.

"There is nothing to apologize about. We are both men. I know sometimes the
pressure to let off some steam is too much to resist," I said. "All is well
with me."

"Does that happen to you?" he asked. "I could help you out if you need
help."

"Thank you for the offer," I replied. "Have you ever done that for a man?"

"No, not really," he admitted. "I think I'd like doing it for you." I asked
him about his next appointment with Freddy. He said it was next Tuesday and
I invited him to drop by after the appointment.

Eddie called me on the next Saturday and asked if he could drop by. We both
knew what he wanted and I told him I was free. I thought it was a good sign
that he wanted to get together again before Tuesday. He wanted to connect
again and he was hot-to-trot.

He arrived at two in the afternoon and we had a beer or two as we watched
wrestling on the television. It was collegiate wrestling, not the show biz
type. I could feel the sexual tension rise.

"Every time I watch a wrestling match, I feel like I should take a shower
afterwards," I said. "I guess that comes from telling the team to hit the
showers."

Eddie looked relieved. I had given him a way to get naked. "I feel the same
way," he said.

"Did you ever shower with the coach?" I asked.

"No, that never happened," he relied. "He missed a tournament once because
he broke a leg. A coach from another school showered with us. That was
nice. I was on the J.V. team and he was every inch an adult man.  He didn't
do anything at all suggestive, but just being there was a trip."

"Let's hit the showers," I said.

I had a walk-in shower. It was not big but not big enough for two. He was
semi hard. We showered. I asked him if he had ever sucked a cock.

"Yes. It was Jimmy Smith. He was the team captain," he replied. "I only did
it once."

"Did you think about it often afterwards?" I asked.

He hesitated answering. "I sure did. Do I have to take your load the way
you took mine?"

"No, but it would be nice if you did," I said. "Don't worry; a lot of men
don't take the cream. I understand. Why don't you get on your knees and
take a good look? If it's too much for you and you do not want to do it
that is fine.  It's a man cock, not a boy prick. It is what you want to do,
not what I want you to do that counts. You aren't a team member. We are
just two guys looking for fun."

I guessed that would almost insure that Eddie would suck me. I guessed
right.  I was not sure that Eddie knew what he wanted, but once his lips
wrapped around my cock he knew. He was not skilled, but he was a fast
learner. He became progressively less tense as he got into it. He worked my
cock head and the shaft, but avoided the slit. I became more excited too
and I was oozing. His tongue finally licked my slit and he tasted my
precum.  He shivered in excitement. The taste seemed to turbo charge his
sucking efforts.

When he took a break, I asked him how he was doing.

"I didn't know it would be this good," he said.

"Is it better than with Jimmy Smith?

"God yes!" Eddie replied. "I tasted a little of the sweet stuff with
him. Yours is thicker and sweeter. There is a lot more of it too. What is
it?"

"It is precum. They say it's to lubricate the cunt, but it seems to turn
guys on," I said. "Semen is thicker and less sweet. Yours is good."

"Have you tasted many guys' cream?" he asked. "Have you tasted many
wrestlers' spunk?"

"No with any team members, but other coaches are sometimes willing to trade
their special sauce," I said. That had only happened a few times, but I
realized that Eddie was into coaches. He went after my cock again and this
time he succeeded in deep throating it.

We soon got out to the water and went to my bedroom where we
sixty-nined. Three or four minutes later, I was sucking his seed out of his
balls. He went crazy with pleasure. He had done more than I thought he
would and that was good enough for me.

We dressed and he got ready to go home, when the doorbell rang. It was
Johnny, my detective friend. He and Eddie exchanged glances and both liked
what they saw. They also seemed to know why they were visiting me. I
introduced them.

"It has been a rough day for me," Johnny said. "I was hoping for a relaxing
soak in the whirlpool."

"That is fine with me. Eddie would you join us?" I asked. Eddie smiled and
we went back to the tub. The men were attracted to the other and stripping
naked did nothing to reduce the attraction. Both assumed they were visiting
me for the same reason.

Both men were more masculine than handsome, and no one was completely soft
by the time we were all naked. The uncomfortable period between meeting and
having sex was short. Johnny sucked Eddie and I sucked Johnny. Johnny
noticed that Eddie was still oozing sex juices and that did not seem to
bother him. If it did, it didn't effect Johnny's flow of precum.

"Damn, I'd love to fuck!" Johnny said during a lull.

"Don't look at me!" Eddie said. "I haven't fucked since my wife left me."

"Well, I would be glad to help you guys out, if you don't mind sharing my
ass," I said.

"Are you serious?" Eddie asked. "I've never fucked a man."

"I don't joke about fucking," I said with a smile.

"Coach is a lot tighter than a woman," Johnny said.  "He has buns of steel,
and he promised me not to get pregnant." Eddie laughed.

We had a nice, round robin fucking for the next half hour. They alternated
filling my hole. For Eddie filling my coach's ass was good, but sharing it
with a stud like Johnny made it better. Just as they pulled out, Johnny's
phone rang.  It was an emergency and he was dressed and in his car in two
or three minutes.

"That was unexpected," Eddie said. "Johnny is a nice guy. I would not have
guessed he was into this stuff. It was really good."  He looked at me. "You
like getting fucked?"

"I am normally a top, but you guys were both good and fun," I replied.

"What did it feel like?" he asked. "Did you feel like a woman?"

"For me, it has the opposite effect. I feel hyper masculine," I said. "We
are just men sharing our resources. One cock is good, two cocks are better,
three cocks are better still."

"Do you want to fuck me?" Eddie asked. "Have you been in Johnny?"

"Johnny's ass is still virgin, but I don't think that will last," I said.
"Of course I'd like to fuck you, but I don't have an ideal starter cock. It
is a little big for a maiden voyage."

"If I did it, I would like yours to be the one," he said. "Maybe another
time."

"Eddie, let me tell you that fucking can be more intense that sucking, but
it can hurt too," I explained. "If you are going to take it, you need to
really want it."

"That may be part of my wife's problem. It was always better for me than
for her," Eddie said. "She loved the kids, and you had to do it to get the
kids, but she wasn't that enthusiastic."

"Well, if I fuck, you, you had better be enthusiastic," I said.  Eddie
leaned over and sucked me again.  This time he took my load and looked
happy about it.

At 8:30 there was a breaking News Bulletin on the television. "Murderer
arrested after lengthy manhunt, was the headline. The police had scheduled
a press conference at 9:00 the next morning. I watched the conference and
saw Johnny in action. He was an old fashioned "Just the facts" man and he
came across well. Several of the reporters' questions were odd, but he was
unflappable. I would not say he was relaxed, but he was definitely in
control of the facts and the situation.

Shortly after the conference, I received a call from Eddie. He wanted to
know if I had seen it and if Johnny had done well. I told him that I have
been impressed.

"I had no idea he was a cop," Eddie said. "He is he chief detective. I had
a nightmare that someone might tell what we did together. That isn't a
problem at all, is it?"

"If there had been any question about that I wouldn't have invited you in,"
I said.

"I hope I haven't offended you," Eddie said. "I'm real sorry if I did. I
was really scared and excited when I first met you. I'm much less scared
and more excited about it now, but sometimes the old fears come up again."

"Don't worry about that Eddie," I said. "You are an adult man. You cannot
turn on a dime. I know it takes some time."

A day later, I had a very different sort of referral from Freddy's office.
It was a couple, Julius Speer and Anthony Durand. They had been a couple
for several years, but it was an almost sexless relationship. They did not
know how to do it and were afraid they might do it incorrectly. They had
similar backgrounds. Both were only children who lived with their
mothers. Julius was a florist and Anthony was an accountant.

Both mothers believed sex was dirty and demeaning. When I met them, I
realized they were good boys who had always done what they were told. They
were still doing it even though both mothers were dead. Julius and Anthony
loved wresting on the television.

Television style wrestling was the curse of my life as a high school coach.
If you are a fourteen-year-old, testosterone driven boy those dramatic
moves are dramatic and impressive.  I does not matter to them that the
moves involve fakery, stupidity and are dangerous even when they are well
rehearsed and choreographed. I only had one injury, but there were many
close calls.

Freddy told me they were deeply in love but were afraid to express it
sexually. They literally needed a sexual instructor and coach.