Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2020 16:26:26 -0400 From: Bob Subject: Blue Ribbon Band The Blue Ribbon Band 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com Central High School in Center County, Ohio, was a lot of things except for being central. It was named in 1790 when it was sort of in the middle of the settled portion of the state. The School was located in the southern part of the county in Steubenville, the largest town. It was a nice town of about 10,000 people. The town had been the site of the Central Academy for Females. In 1900, it became Central State College, and that meant we had a more varied and educated population than many small towns. I am Greg Mooser, a student at Central High School and a tuba player in the school band. Technically it is a Sousaphone, but everyone calls it a tuba. We have a good band primarily because of the music department of the college. The Band director, Mr. Jones, is the husband of the chair of the College's Music department. We thought he was old, but looking back forty-five isn't ancient. He was energetic and talented. Mr. Jones was demanding, but fun and the band thrived. Under his leadership we won the county championship and moved on to the regional championship for the first time. That was a big deal, since we were a comparatively small school located off the beaten track. Our school's basketball team also did well, so the entire school was excited. We took a school bus to the championship and did well in the first round of the competition. The Second round was at four in the afternoon. We won that one also. The final round was at noon the next day. We were feeling good, until we discovered that the bus had broken down and school administration had assumed we would be eliminated in the second round. We were stuck there was no money for a room and no way to get home. My pal Joey's dad, Joe Giannini, ran a motel in Steubenville, and he had connections. He knew a local guy who owned a motel. It was not the fanciest motel, but Joey's Dad made a deal to take all the rooms for $500.00. It turned out the motel was mostly empty. The motel had ten rooms available and our band had 30 members. Because of the number of boy and girls, we had five leftover boys. I am 18 years old and there were four older guys in the group. Joey and I were born after the cut off date and were held back, LeRoy, Darrel and Scooter had a checkered academic career. They were good musicians but weak academically. There was one cabin-type room in the back. It had three beds but the five of us took it. At least it had heat and had a full bath. The cabin was well back from the motel. It had been a tourist cabin type place when it was built in the 1940s. The existing motel was built in the Sixties. The one cabin was saved for the owner's brother who was obese, so the cabin had oversized doors and a big bath. That was our cabin. The cabin was okay but not great, and we were warned that the hot water heater worked when it felt like it. Mr. Giannini got us food from a local Italian Restaurant that was good. Mr. Jones warned us that we had better take our white and gold uniforms off before we ate. Neatness was an item on the scoring list. Spaghetti covered uniforms would be a problem. Mrs. Jones was with the girls. Mr. Jones was with the boys, but he told us that since we were older, we were on our own. The younger boys need more attention. That was fine with us. The five of us stripped and put our uniforms in a safe place and then went at the spaghetti. I confess I was used to canned spaghetti and the restaurants spaghetti was completely different. It was wonderful. I was from a Wonder Bread family; the Italian bread was also a wonder. We were all wearing just boxers or jockeys except for Scooter who wore bikini briefs. Our tee shirts were drying, the uniforms were hot, and we were sweaty. The uniforms were expensive, so it was important to protect them from sweat stains. I am a big clunky guy. I had been growing chest hair since I was 14. Scooter was short and muscular; he was hairier than me. I had known him since junior high and we were friends. His dad was never mentioned, and his mother worked during the day. We had done a little sexual exploration in the afternoons. Scooter seemed to know quite a bit about sexual possibilities. Scooter was close to LeRoy. Joey and Darrell were close to LeRoy. I knew Scooter and I played; it hadn't occurred to me that other guys were doing the same thing. I am a pretty average guy who is a bit on the large size. Scooter had more experience than I did, and he thought my cock was big. After dinner we talked, and I noticed that Joey and LeRoy's cocks began to peek out from their boxers. Joey sat next to me on the bed. He leaned over and whispered, "Scooter told me you have a big cock. I'd love to see it." I didn't know what to say, but Scooter said he was going to take a shower. He stripped, and then asked, "Does anyone want to join me? They said the hot water might be limited." "The shower is oversized. Why don't we all share it?" Joey suggested. No one said yes and no one said no, but we all stripped and went to the shower. It was big, four by six, but the entire bathroom floor sloped to the shower drain. It had two shower heads. I was surprised that all the guys were into it and my cock seemed to be the main attraction. My cock was bigger than any of the guys had seen close up. Joey and I were shy, but LeRoy, Darrel and Scooter weren't shy at all. I also discovered that you lose your shyness quickly when someone is sucking your cock. I also quickly realized that that this wasn't the boys first rodeo. In the back of my mind I knew there were men who liked this sort of stuff in big cities, but I had thought I was the only one here, until I connected with Scooter. I didn't know where the guys got their knowledge, but I guessed someone had met an experienced older guy. Once Scooter began sucking me, Darrel and LeRoy went for Joey. We rotated suckers and everyone sampled all of the cocks. I sort of expected them to taste like Scooter's tool, but they were all different. We turned off the water, dried off and went to the beds. On the bed Darrel sucked mt as I sucked LeRoy. Darrel was a really good sucker, and I was getting close when LeRoy said he was close. I shot off and Darrel took my load. I was too preoccupied shooting off stop sucking LeRoy, so I took his load. I had tasted Scooter's before, but LeRoy's cock juice was a real taste treat. I loved it. Scooter and Joey were in the sixty-nine position, and they traded cum too. I think we all came to the realization that this was not just playing around. This was sex. For all of us sex was a secret thing that you never talked about and was bad most of the time. I immediately knew that this was way too good to be bad. "Do you think we could switch around and do it again?" Joey asked. "How many times can you jerk off during a night?" LeRoy asked. "I've never done it more than three times, but I think I could do more," I said. It was a good night. We all had little cat naps between orgasms, and then fell asleep around one in the morning. We woke up at seven, had breakfast and went to perform. I thought we might screw up the performance, but we were relaxed and did well. Our band won the Blue Ribbon. Our parents were all in the audience and it was wonderful. They took us home in place of the bus. Scooter came home with us since his mother had to work that day. This was a big event for the school and town. The newspaper played it up since it was the first statewide award the school had ever achieved. Mr. Giannini was the other hero of the day. His restaurant was filled most nights. He was recognized as a man who could get things done. A week later Scooter asked if I would like to get together with the guys again. Of course, I said yes. Scooter told me and older guy he knew had a place. He liked the same things we did, and we could go there to relax and have some fun. "He's a nice guy, you will like him," Scooter added. I knew I shouldn't do it, but of course I said yes. Two days later Scooter, Joey and I were knocking on the door of the Carter place. I was the biggest house in town and sat back from the road, almost out of sight. A bearded guy answered the door, said he was Davis Carter and asked us in. He seemed friendly. The other guys were already there. "Scooter told me you guys like to have fun. I like that too, but you need to know I like adult fun, not kiddy fun. That may be too rough or too different for you. I have one rule. If you don't want to do it or don't like what we are doing, don't do it. This isn't a contest to see who is the manliest or who can take it like a man," Davis said. "We are here to have fun, and if you feel like it you can spread your wings some. Now if that is understood, let's go the game room and get it on." We went to the attic floor of the house and was sort of rec room. Davis and Scooter began to strip, and we all did the same. Davis seemed old to me, but he was in good shape and almost as hairy as I am. "For your information, if you can do it with a cock, I've done it and liked it," Davis said. "You can look, lick, suck and fuck. It's all okay. I should tell you that I like to be fucked. If you've never fucked a guy be my guest. I like to watch a guy's face as he unloads in an ass for the first time." He came over to me, dropped to his knees and began sucking me. I thought sucking was pretty much uniform. It felt good. As Davis enveloped my cock in his mouth, I soon realized the sucking was more like eating. A TV dinner and a gourmet feast are both food, but there was a world of difference between the two. I immediately realized that Davis was a master cock sucker, and even though he was old, he loved it. "Damn, you're into this, aren't you?" Davis said. "How could you tell?" I asked. "You are drooling precum like leaky faucet," he explained. "You can try to play it cool, but your cock can't. You might as well relax and enjoy it." A little later I was on my back with Joey sucking me as I sucked Davis. I realized he had the same problem with a drooling cock. It was sweet, plentiful, and it excited me. Joey was enjoying my tool. We played what might be best described as musical cocks, trading playmates for the next half hour. Davis briefly left and then returned with what turned out to be a sling. He strapped himself in and asked if anyone wanted to take a poke. Scooter, who had been with Davis before was first in line. He lubricated Davis' hole and the coated his cock. "Gather around guys," Scooter said. "This is lesson one in the class on how to fuck as ass! Davis likes the cock to go deep and to make a deposit." "When you are ready to pop, pull out and let the boys see you shoot before you plant it," Davis said. Scooter took his time entering Davis. He paused at the sphincter, tested it, and then made a hard thrust. His cock vanished into Davis's behind. Davis moaned. Scooter began to gently thrust. but the pace soon increased. Scooter suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out. He spurted a blob of cum on Davis's hole. It remained slightly open. Scooter shoved the blob back into the ass and he went deep. I watched Scooter twitch every time he ejaculated. It was beautiful. When Scooter pulled out, Davis said he felt empty and asked if anyone wanted to fill him again. "By the way, your buddies cum is the best lubricant known to man." Everyone was horny and took a turn. Davis was enthusiastic about each guy and took their loads. I was last in line. The guys were sitting and talking as they recharged after their orgasms. "Are you okay?" I asked Davis. "I couldn't be better," he replied. "Take your time and make it last. I'm a size queen. Your cock is a prize winner." I eased my cock into his cum filled ass. It was warm, slippery, and welcoming. His sphincter sort of caressed my cock as it slipped past it. I pulled out a little and then re-entered. "Damn, you can fucking read my mind," Davis said. Usually my cock head is sensitive. Every inch of Davis's ass seemed to be rubbing my entire cock just the right way. "Take it slow, Greg," Davis muttered. "It's perfect." I think I fucked him for almost ten minutes. I couldn't hold back. I felt as if I drained my balls and maybe shot a few internal organs into his ass. He loved it. I left my cock in him until I went entirely soft. I was getting late, so we all took a shower and went home. I was the last to leave and he thanked me and said he wanted to do it again. The next weekend my parents were away to a golf tournament and a banquet. I was alone so I called Davis. I was afraid he might have forgotten me, and his invitation was just being polite. He remembered me and was eager to get together. He said he had a friend visiting him, and his friend would like me. David then asked if I had a problem with two old codgers drooling over me. I said I thought that would be okay. My parents had left that morning and the tournament was in the afternoon, so they would be too busy to call me. I don't know why I worried about that. I was 18 and legally an adult, but old habits are hard to break. I knocked on Davis's door at 2:00. He greeted me warmly and took me to the attic rec room. "Phil, this is my young friend Greg I told you about." Davis said. We shook hands. Phil was good looking, older than Davis, and in good shape. He must have been a weightlifter. "Phil is a retired collegiate coach, and an old friend," Davis explained. "He likes younger guys, but of course as a coach they were strictly off limits. I thought you and he would get along well." There was a pause in the conversation. "Guys, when I said you would get along well, I was thinking about sex, not polite conversation," Davis added. I laughed and said that is what I was expecting. I started to unbutton my shirt and the three of us were naked a minute or two later. Phil looked me over. Greg you are as advertised," Phil said. "I'm not a size queen, but I can work on that." I bent over to suck his cock. It had been semi-soft but became erect the second my tongue touched his cock head. Phil moaned. A little later we were on the floor forming a three-man daisy. It was good, but we broke apart when Davis said he was close to shooting but wanted to hold off. "I have always thought Phil had a beautiful cock. Frankly, I seem to like all cocks, but his is a beauty," Davis remarked. "I noticed that, but it also like the sweet taste. That's a turn on too," I said. "I told Phil you were a spectacular top. He's a top too," Davis said. "When I was first tried fucking, his was the first one I really enjoyed. It was like have Michelangelo's David fucking me. He shoots the sperm of the gods. Taking a cock in the ass is one thing, taking a work of art is another." I knew what he wanted but wasn't sure about it. A little later Phil was in the sling and my cock was exploring his ass. He seemed to have a prehensile ass and it was great. His cock was fully exposed as I fucked him, and it seemed to get more attractive. While I thrusted into him, I admired his tool. A few minutes later I was in the sling and he was shooting lubricant into my ass. His cock glistened with lubricant and he was poking it into me. "I used to be expert at opening virgins to the joys of anal sex," he said. "I loved going where no one had gone before. In a few moments you will have discovered a new sex organ." A few seconds later, he was in. There was a twinge, before he went deep. "Damn you're tight. This is a dream cum true," he cried. He then looked at me. "You can relax, I can't get any deeper. It's all in you." Phil slowly stroked, gently massaging my ass and paying special attention to what turned out to be my prostate. When I twitched or moaned, he noticed and returned to the good spots repeatedly. He began moaning and began to spasm with every injection of his sperm into my ass. When he pulled out, Davis took his position with his cock head at my hole. "If I told you I want to fuck you until you shoot off, would you object?" he asked. I said no. He slid his tool into me. Davis had a thick, short cock. It wasn't quite as comfortable as Phil's cock, but the sensations were more intense. His thrusts turned into pounding. I felt the urge to shoot off and when Davis ejaculated, I lost it and unloaded. Phil was watching me and took my entire load. I was being filled and drained at the same time. It was spectacular. I knew Phil and Davis weren't amateurs. They seemed to know all the possible ways to use cocks, assholes, and mouths to maximum advantage. They also had remarkable stamina and were sexually generous. By the time I went home, having a cock up my ass seemed like the most natural thing in the world.