Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 15:22:29 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: All State 5 All State 5 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 switched to coaching football the next year and missed the next tournament. I got real lucky the following year and had a good team. I was going to the tournament and called my coach friends to see if they had any prospects. I had a team manager who would be perfect for Coach Willy Robins. He had a prospect too. "I got a real star for you, Bubba Danner," Willy said. "He's my quarterback, body builder and handsome as hell. He also knows it." "Attitude problem?" "Oh yes. Anti-gay, anti-women, anti-everything." "He sounds like a real jewel," I said. "Underneath it all, I think he is," Willy said. "He's gay and is terrified some one will find out." "Has he ever done anything," "I saw him feeling out a kid in the back of the locker room," Willy said. "He was hard and ready. The kid got spooked and left. I saw Bubba later. He was in a bad mood. I think if he could come to terms with sex, he would be a good man." "I'll give him a try," I said. I wasn't too sure about this. I hate attitude, but I guessed it would be worth a try. I was also horny as hell. There had been a long dry spel in my sex life and the potential of sex was better than nothing at all. Two weeks later I was in a motel room with Bubba. Bubba was handsome. He had strong masculine features and was lying on his bed shirtless. From the look on his face I could tell he knew just how good he looked and took every opportunity to show his body off. "You must be John Baskerville," I said. "I hope you don't mind bunking with a coach. This motel can't seem to get the reservations right." "They call me Bubba. It's okay with me." Bubba replied. A tone in his voice suggested he would have to make do with me. He got up and stretched, flexing his muscles. "I'm Coach Grant. I hear your team has done well this year." "We sure have, maybe we'll meet your team in the final," he replied. "I kind of doubt that. We've done well, but it's a young team," I said, "We're just glad to be here at all. It will take us a few years to build up the program," I said. He didn't say anything. Bubba wasn't much of a conversationalist. "Well, I need to shower before dinner," I said as I opened my suitcase and unpacked. Then I stripped and went to the bathroom. Bubba was pretending not to watch, but the mirror on the wall showed him staring intently at me every time he thought I wasn't looking at him. I showered and returned to the room naked and drying my hair. "Are you going off with your team to dinner?" I asked. "Yep, there's a dinner at one of our Alum's houses. Coach says it will be quite a spread." "Well, I'll be back here by 10:00. If you're in bed, I'll keep quiet," I said. At this point in my life, I was still in good shape and I've always had above average equipment in the size department. Bubba seemed to warm up to me after he'd seen me naked. I dressed and went to dinner, wondering if my naked tease would pay off later. I got back at 9:30 and Bubba was already in the room. He was walking out of the bathroom, wearing only a jock. "You're back early," I said. "Yeah, I figured a good night's rest would be better for me than going out to a bar," he said. "You're probably right about that," I said. "Although there's nothing wrong with a little relaxation." I looked him over from top to bottom, lingering at his crotch. He'd seen me naked, it was my turn to look. "Maybe I'd better get dressed," Bubba said. "Don't bother on my account. We're all men here, wear whatever is comfortable." I paused. "To tell you the truth, jocks always chaffed me, I'd rather be naked any day." "That's okay for me, too, Coach," Bubba replied. "I don't mind being naked either." I started to undress. I was in a coat and tie, so I did a slow strip tease. "I come from a nice Baptist family, I never saw a naked person until my high school locker room. It was hard for me to think that people would ever get naked," I said. "That sure has changed." "My Mom gets mad every time I don't wear a shirt," Bubba added. "Your Mom must be related to my Dad. I don't think I ever saw him nude, or even without a shirt. You've got a good body, you sure have nothing to ashamed of," I said. I was down to my jockies by this time. I stripped them off and was naked. "You look pretty good, Coach," he said. He was looking squarely at my cock. I pretended not to notice. "I still work out some. You must spend most of your time at the gym, working out," I replied. "You sure are well defined." "I work out in the basement of my house; my school doesn't have any body building equipment," Bubba explained. "I've done pretty well." He went into a posing routine. "Feel my biceps." I went over to him, felt his bulging muscles and made appropriately admiring comments. Bubba ate it up. I felt his biceps, then pecs and abs. As my hands explored his body, I touched his tits. He shivered. I know a man's erogenous zones when I find them. Once I found Bubba's on button, I touched his tits over and over again. He was moaning on the third or fourth pass. His cock responded. I saw his cock tenting the jock and eventually his cock head broke free. I reached in his jock and felt his balls. "Nice equipment," I said. Bubba managed to choke out, "Sorry, I didn't mean to . . ." He was really excited. "Nothing to be sorry about," I said. "Nothing at all. It's natural." "I'm fucking hard!" he exclaimed. He was embarrassed. "So am I," I replied. Bubba looked down at my cock and he relaxed. I could feel his relief. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind some big time relaxation," I said. I stroked his cock. "Do you feel like playing around?" He was silent. "Yes," he whispered. "You're over dressed, kid," I said, as I slipped his jock off and then got down and sucked his cock. He moaned again. A minute or two later I came up for air. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" I asked. "No," he whispered. "Do you think you'd like to start?" I asked. Bubba responded by dropping to his knees and sucking my cock. I'm not sure he was totally unfamiliar with cock sucking. He had no hesitation at all. He could deep throat, but he also like licking my slit and cleaning up the precum oozing from it. We moved over to the bed and 69ed for a while. Bubba had good sized balls and a six inch, uncut cock. It curved toward his navel so when I 69ed, it fit well. He was an easy guy to deep throat. He oozed pre cum in buckets, so I got some dessert. You always know when the juice gets flowing the guy is really into it. I have to admit I like cock juice, both for what it tells you about a guy's state of arousal and the taste. Bubba seemed to like it too, but when I shot off Bubba took it all. Virgins rarely like cum on their maiden voyage. Bubba loved it. We rested for a while. He was still hard. "Doing okay?" I asked. "Shit yes," Bubba exclaimed. "You're good," I replied. "That's the best man sex I had in a good long while. It's good to take a trip on the wild side some times." I was still playing with his cock, milking ooze from it. He was brushing the hair on my chest with his hand. He looked at me for a long while, trying to get up enough nerve to say something. Finally he whispered a question, "Is that as wild as it gets?" I looked at him and knew what he wanted. I smiled. "No, it can get quiet a bit more intense, if your willing to go that far," I said. "You're interested?" "I think so," he whispered. "You want to fuck, don't you?" There was another silence. "Yes. Maybe I do. Never mind, just forget it." Bubba was losing his nerve. "I've got no problem with fucking. But I do have one rule. If you want to top, you've got to be willing to bottom. You've seen my cock up close and personal. Do you think you can take it?" He nodded. "I think so." I got up and went to my suitcase and got out a tube of lube and a bottle of poppers. I came back to his bed and coated his cock with the lube. When the cool lube touched his cock he looked as if he had died and gone to heaven. He had been hard, but the lube pumped his cock up one more level. I straddled him, positioned his cock at my hole and sat back. His cock slid in my shit hole without effort. It was a good fit. It felt good enough that I wouldn't need to pop his hole to get satisfied. "Damn good!" I said. I looked at him. It was good for me, but he looked as if he were floating up the heaven. All the attitude and tenseness had vanished. I began twitching my ass and rotating my ass to massage his cock. He moaned again. Suddenly he began to twitch and buck. I held him down, concentrating all of his sexual energy into his throbbing cock. He shot off and it was a good one. When he stopped, I got off his cock and got beside him on the bed. "Was that wild enough?" I asked. "Holy shit, yes!" he replied. "I wish it could have lasted longer." I looked at his cock. He had just shot off, but he was still hard. It was going to be a good night. "The second and third orgasms take more time, the night's not over," I said. "Would you let me do it again?" he asked. He couldn't believe his good luck. "Sure, it was a good ride," I said. "Do you want to fuck me?" he whispered. "I can fuck you, if you want. If you don't want to, it not required." "You said it's a rule," Bubba said "That was just to make sure you were serious. Fucking is heavy-duty man sex. I wanted to make sure you wanted it bad," I said. "I'm packing some thick meat, it's not easy to take." In my heart I knew Bubba wanted a cock in his hole. Telling him it was difficult only increased his desire. That was my guess. I was 100% right. I reached over and stroked his cock, then fondled his balls and worked a finger toward his hole. He shivered when I touched it the first time. I had found a second erogenous zone. I put some lube on my finger and went back. "You like the feel of my hole, didn't you?" I asked. Bubba nodded. I worked my finger into his ass and soon found his prostate. "Geeze, what in hell is that?" Bubba cried. I pressed again. Poor Bubba couldn't talk, he had all the equipment necessary to be a first rate bottom. As I massaged his prostate Bubba moaned. He was in uncharted territory, but obviously enjoying the experience. Bubba was too muscular to be an easy fuck, he had buns of steel and while he wanted to feel a cock probing his gut, his ass wasn't made for relaxation. It took some work for me to force my cock into his ass, aided by a few snorts of Rush. The poppers provided the extra little boost and his ass gave way. Once I was in, it was a good ride. The sphincter that tried to keep me out, turned into a muscle cock ring once I was in. He was a responsive bottom, the second my cock rammed his prostate for the first time, all of his attitude vanished. He tended to quiver and twitch as I probed and thrust. Everything on the inside of his sphincter was soft, warm and tender. The contrast between is buffed, hard body, and his quivering love chute was a turn on for me. I found I was really getting into it. His hole was so tight, it was almost as if he was trying to vacuum the cum from my balls. It felt that way and it worked. The first ejaculation almost hurt it was so strong. The next five or ten were as good as it gets. I pulled out. Bubba got up and shoved his cock into my ass a second time. I hadn't expected that, but it was welcome just the same. I though I had drained my balls. When his cock head rammed my prostate I began shooting again. He shot off a second time. You would think that after our huge orgasms the fun for the night would have been over. We showered and cleaned up then went at it again. Falling asleep after that session, I woke at three in the morning and we fucked again. Before he went off to practice the next morning, I gave him a shot of cum in his ass for good luck.