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Toby and Julian were both ready to take a walk on the wild side. I suggested we all lubricate our asses. First I sat on the edge of the bed, laid back, pulled up my legs and told them to work some lube into my hole. They liked that. When they were done, I got them to get on the bed, with their legs spread. I put some lube on my fingers and touched the boy's holes. Both boys shivered.
I circled my finger around the hole, with each circle of a smaller radius. Soon I was at their pucker. Julian was rock hard before I even penetrated his hole.
"Relax a little," I said. I got on the bed, straddled Julian and sat back on his cock. It slid into my ass like a hot knife through butter. I caught him totally by surprise. He was deep in my ass before he knew it.
"Fucking wonderful!" he cried. I undulated my hips and contracted ass toying with his cock. It was good for me too. He was so hard I could rub my prostate against it. I rose up a few times, then sat back. His cock was in my ass, but I was in control. Julian loved it.
"You really like this don't you?" Toby asked as he watched me work his brother's cock with my ass. "Your cock is hard as a rock."
"I sure do," I replied. "Do you want to try it?"
"I think I do," Toby said.
"Damn, I'm shooting!" Julian cried. I could feel his cock spewing his seed in my ass. Squeezing my ass, I felt his cock twitch as it ejaculated. Julian would take a while to recover from this one. I pulled off of his cock. I thought he had finished, but my movement must have induced another shot. His cum spurted against my hole.
Going over to Toby I asked, "Are you ready?" He nodded. "You want to feel my cock in your ass, don't you?" He nodded again. I pushed him back on the bed gently and lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I had lubed his hole well before, I looked at my cock and saw it was coated in precum. It didn't need any lubricant.
Nudging my cock head into Toby's ass, he shivered. I pushed gently. I felt a little resistance, but then my head slipped in. My mushroom was in the dark and warm side of his sphincter. Toby winced a second, then relaxed. His cock was hard and I saw a bead of milky and thick fluid at his slit. I reached down and collected it on a finger, then I tasted it. It was the salty, slightly bitter taste of cum.
I didn't move, so Toby had a chance to get under control. His eyes were closed and he had a blissful look on his face. He relaxed. "Are you ready for me to go deeper?" I asked when I thought he had recovered.
"God, yes!" he exclaimed. I pushed deeper. There was no resistance, but it was a tight fit. His ass tightly grasped my cock. Usually there is a lot of pain when you have to shoe horn your cock in a guy's ass. Toby was as tight as I had ever felt, but was taking it easily. He was also taking it with enthusiasm.
His ass swallowed my cock, then grasped it like a snake swallowing its prey. We bonded. I had never felt as close a connection between my cock and another man's ass in my life. Every movement felt good to me, but every thrust was a 4th of July fireworks display for Toby. He was on cloud nine, floating in space on my cock.
Much to my surprise, it took a lot of work to make him pop. The one spurt of cum he ejaculated when I popped in must have released the pressure. As I rammed him, I soon realized there was no need to be gentle. The harder thrusts we better for him. Finally I felt his ass contract just before his orgasm and that was enough to push me over the edge. Strangely our orgasms were coordinated. I would shoot a volley into his ass and a second later he would shoot his load. It felt as if he was shooting my cum out through his cock.
I was wiped out after that episode, but the boys were still ready to go. Julian was hard again as I pulled out of his brother's ass.
"Julian, why don't you try out Toby's ass, it should be well lubed with my cum," I said. "I don't know," he murmured.
"Boys, you're friends, aren't you?" I asked. They nodded. "Well, I'm only here for one night. You've both got a cock and an ass hole, why don't you see if you can enjoy yourselves?" Julian came up to his brother and put Toby's limp legs on his shoulders. Julian's cock was longer than mine, but not as thick. It slipped in effortlessly.
Toby sighed in pleasure. I could see Julian's face. He was totally unprepared for the intensity of feeling. He slowly pumped his cock into Toby's ass and was almost in a trance it felt so good. The three of us spent the rest of the night playing a game of anal musical chairs. Whoever had an open ass, soon had someone filling it. I had to get back home the next morning, so I didn't have a chance to experiment further with the boys.
I missed the next All State Tournament, but I had an interesting interlude at a summer camp for aspiring wrestlers. I hadn't been involved in wrestling for years, but I had coached successfully in the past. The man in charge of the camp was in a bad accident and I was asked to substitute for him. The camp was for high school wrestlers. The councilors were all older college students or High School coaches.
Willy Robbins, my old friend, called and gave me a heads up on the camp. "Have you met Art Donner?" he asked. I said I had said hello to him, but that was it.
"Art's a nice guy, unmarried, devoted to his teams, a real fixture," Willy said. "He's retiring this year. I'm not sure he's ever had a social life, not to mention a sex life."
"Still waters run deep," I said. "You can never tell what a man does in the bedroom."
"You're right about that, but Art's a really straight arrow. A bit sad in some ways," Willy added. "He's only 58 but they had a financial problem at the school and he had to retire with all of the other senior teachers. Replaced them with 22 year olds. He was wiped out by it. He's a nice guy, and I think he's well equipped. "
"Well, if he hasn't used it yet, there one hell of an orgasm in my future," I said. Willy laughed and hung up the phone. The camp was once used by a boy's club and had fairly good facilities, but not fancy. The cabins were basic, but each had its own bathroom and shower.
The staff quarters were individual rooms, with a common shower facility. The showers had originally been individual stalls, but these had been removed, so it had become more like a school gang shower. As the director, I had a suite of two rooms, but still shared the shower. Art and I were the old men of the group. Bob Shorter was a body builder- strength man; Marty Benedito was a heavyweight wrestling coach. Tyrone Washington was a middleweight coach. The wild man of our group was Walter Emerson, better known as Wally the Walrus in the professional wrestling circuit. He was indeed a wild man.
Every two weeks there was a new group of campers. It was a very intense camp, so there was little time to do anything other than work when the campers were there. Fortunately, the campers left on Friday afternoon and the new campers didn't arrive until the late afternoon on Sunday, so we did get a break.
On the first weekend off, everyone went home except for Wally the Walrus, Art and me. Wally and Art didn't hit it off right away, but they made peace after a while. In spite of his unconventional appearance Wally was good with the kids. He shaved his head and had a Walrus-like body shape and mustache. He was a good influence. Wally made fun of his career in professional wrestling and encouraged them to take the sport seriously. He was also aggressively anti-steroids. That is what reconciled him to Art who shared the same opinions. Wally privately told me he was gay on the first day. I asked him if he had a hankering for underage kids. He said, "No, I like my meat aged."
"I'm I aged enough?" I asked. He smiled. "You might well be," he said, "but let me warn you about one thing. I've got a lover in New York. We have an open relationship, so I'm interested in sex, plain and simple. No love, no long term commitment, my idea of a long term relationship is the time between getting turned on and shooting off."
"Wally, I've got no problem with that at all. Quick in and quick out, with a lot of heavy breathing in the middle is my idea of the perfect sexual experience," I said. I had seen Wally in the showers, but hadn't had a chance to get a good look at him. When the last of the campers left, the kitchen staff was off too, so I offered to make dinner on the grill for the three of us. Art went off to get some beer. It was very relaxed now the campers were gone. Wally was a great story teller and we had a pleasant evening.
The sun was setting when the conversation turned to our early experiences in wrestling. "Damn, those were good days," Wally said, "getting all hot and sweaty with your buddies."
"I loved it then," Art said. "I was the best wrestler in school, so I always won. Somehow when your nearing 60 you don't win all the time."
"You liked your job, didn't you?" I asked.
"I've been doing it for almost 35 years. Sure I liked it," Art said.
"I'm still winning, every time," Wally said. "It's just that I'm playing another game. When I was a kid, I was worried about winning. Looking back, it was the physical contact with my buddies I liked. Did you ever wrestle naked?"
"A few times with my pal in the basement of his house," I said. "I still remember it as if it was yesterday."
Art looked uncertain, then he finally said, "Sure, some of us tried it. Our coach told us that the way they did it in ancient times."
"Did you care whether you won or lost?" Wally asked.
Art smiled, "Not at all, although I'm not sure I ever thought of it that way. I was good to be with your buddies."
"I got hard the first time I did it. I don't think I had ever been more embarrassed," I said. "It didn't bother anyone."
"Hell, that happened to me and no one cared," Art said. "At the time it happened it seemed to me more guys wanted to wrestle me. Go figure."
"Does that ever happen in the professional ring?" I asked.
"Not when the tv cameras are running," Wally said. "Sometimes I'd wrestle for a private party. I would guess I was batting a thousand there. You could easily clear another two or three hundred dollars if you showed hard."
"Is that the way it worked?" Art asked.
"It sure was. As long as you are straight in front of the TV cameras, what you do on your own time was fine," Wally said.
"Someone's always watching you if you're a coach in a small town," Art said. "My principal was obsessed with finding gays. I had a bad experience early in my career. A student cracked up and accused me of coming on to him. Fortunately he also accused the principal, so he lost credibility, but I had several months of hell to go through. The principal still watched me like a hawk, trying to trip me up."
"Was he a closet case?" I asked.
"That's probably so," Art said. "He was married to the coldest woman I have ever met, never had any children."
"You're retired now, there's no need to worry anymore," I said.
"Why don't we do it again?" Wally asked.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Nekkid rasselling!" he replied. I think we had all had enough beer for that to sound pretty good.
Art laughed. "Do you promise not to throw a hard-on?"
"Shit, I'll promise to get hard and happy!" Wally said. "And I expect the same of you."
"That sounds fair," I said. We were sitting on the grassy lawn in front of the quarters. Wally stripped in record time. The sun was setting so the light was dim. Art and I were shortly behind him. Wally and Art got into a standard starting position and went at it. For older men, both were in good shape and surprisingly agile.
After five minutes I stopped the match. They were too well matched and they needed a break. I wrestled Wally next. I was quite dark by now and Wally didn't pretend the match was for anything other than genital stimulation. He was a massive man, but his cock was long and thin. He had a nice sized cock head, but the shaft was thin. He was trying to get it in my ass, but I was too fast for him.
"I'm not sure that a regulation hold," Art said. We broke apart and rested. Art gave us another beer which we chugged down. The moon came out so even in the darkness, Art could see we were hard. Art and I wrestled next. I wasn't quite as overt as Wally had been with me, but I didn't pass up any opportunity for cock contact. Art didn't object at all. We took another break and had another beer at Art's insistence. I had the feeling he needed some liquid courage.
It was quite dark now and for the final match we did a modified tag team arrangement, with the third man filling in for whoever was tired. This scheme got confused as the beer took effect. We got really sweaty and I slipped and felt out Art. I kind of lost my concentration after that.
While I didn't think of myself as size queen, Art converted me into one. He was a grower, not a shower. Soft, there was nothing exceptional about his equipment. Hard, he was suitable for exhibition at the Smithsonian. He was huge, a good nine or ten inches and thick. Art was beefy and most of his instrument must have been buried inside his body. The beer may have gotten to me, but I really wanted his cock.
I stroked it and Art didn't object. A second later I was sucking it. Art sighed. I felt him relax. I relaxed too, he wanted sex as much as I did. His cock head all but filled my mouth; the slit must have almost a half inch wide. I worked my tongue into it and tasted the precum bubbling up from it. If there had been any doubt about his enthusiasm, the precum cleared that up. He was ripe.
Wally joined in. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. A second or two later Wally's tongue was licking my hole. Art was oozing big time and I was enjoying the flow. The tongue abandoned my ass and Wally's cock began to probe my hole. He must have been oozing a lot too. There was enough natural lube to ease its way into my ass. His head popped in and the shaft slid in easily.
Wally had what a friend of mine called an ice teaspoon cock and he was stirring me up good. It went deep and it felt as if he was massaging my entire rectum.
"Is Wally doing what I think he's doing?" Art asked.
"He sure is!" I said, taking a quick break from my sucking duties. Art oozed big glob of pre cum. He was into it.