Coach 2
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
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I was getting uneasy about my arrangement with Dr. Freddy. I had met and had sex with more men in two weeks than I would have met in a few years in New York. Had I become a slut? I was confused and I talked with Freddy about it.
Freddy was easy to talk with and concerned. He said that my connection with Arnold and Charleston had been good for them, but I needed to be concerned about my own mental wellbeing.
I went home and got a call from Ollie. He wanted to come over. While I had been thinking about giving up my sexual coaching, I told him that would be fine. He told me that he and a friend who wanted to meet me.
The pair arrived five minutes later. He must have called from his car. Ollie introduced me to his pal, Rudy. Rudy was a construction worker like Ollie, but he was shorter, more muscular than Ollie and had trouble hearing. He came from somewhere in rural Georgia and no one had caught his hearing problem. Everyone just thought he was dumb.
Through the years, several of my team members had hearing problems. One was the son of a college professor and had every advantage; the other was from a broken home and was raised by uninvolved relatives. He got no help what so ever.
Rudy was shy and timid. The muscle building was in response to dealing with bullies. Another typical response to deafness is to avoid other people. Rudy was too unsure of himself to make sexual contact. Ollie had taken him under his wing. He brought Rudy to me because he thought I could introduce Rudy to sex the right way. Ollie was unsure of his own sexual skills.
I gave them a beer and then took them to the whirlpool. I took the lead and I stripped first. I made sure that Rudy saw me naked. I also rearranged my privates to make sure he saw them and knew I was not too modest. I assumed he was uneasy and would follow my lead just to be polite. I guessed right.
Rudy would naturally have been gorilla-like in his hairiness, but he had shaved his body and it was growing back evenly. He was uncut and only his skin covered cock head peeked out of the pubic hair. He was twenty-five but looked older due the hair and his beard. Was we talked I played with my cock under the water.
They were just laborers, but the superintendent liked them since they always showed up on time and did whatever he wanted. The superintendent, Jim, had taken Rudy to a hearing specialist and got Rudy a hearing aid. It was free because the super claimed it as a safety device.
We talked wrestling and Rudy loved that. I asked him if he had ever wrestled. He said no, but he had wanted to join the team. He had to work after school. We got out of the pool and went to my rec room. It had most of the awards and trophies I had won. He was impressed.
"Would you like to wrestle a little?" I asked. Rudy nodded his head. "Do you mind if we do it Greek style, naked?" Rudy smiled. Ollie's cock was already beginning to get firm.
I do not think I'm telling any secrets, but as a coach, I know what to do to maximize body and genital contact. Even 100% straight men get hard sometimes. I wrestled with Ollie first. We were either cock to cock, or mouth to cock most of the time.
When we broke apart, it was Rudy's turn. He was in better shape than I was, so he pinned me. He was hard at the end of the match and I licked his cock as a reward. Rudy looked as if he had died and gone to heaven.
He was drooling a little precum so I did what I could to increase the flow. Ollie had meanwhile attached himself to my cock and tasting my special sauce.
"Are you okay with what I am doing, Rudy?" I asked as I took a break.
"Yes, it's really nice," he replied.
"Would you mind if I kept on doing it?"
"No, it's good," he replied. "I'm afraid I might shoot off."
"I would like that; would it be okay if I ate your cum?" I asked. "I like the stuff." I did not wait for an answer and I returned to his bloated cock.
A little later, he flooded my mouth with his semen. I continued to suck him until he stopped twitching. When I pulled away, I connected with Ollie and we sixty-nined. He was close too and we traded sperm.
The two men looked exhausted. Rudy looked at me. "Do I have to go now?" he asked. "I liked that a lot."
I smiled. "I liked it too and I would love to play some more." He rolled over on the bed, and looked at my cock closely.
"Does it taste good?"
"I think it does," I said. "Have you ever sucked a cock?"
He shook his head. "I've thought about it. I didn't think anyone would suck me. I can't believe that you would take my cock cream."
"It was exciting for me too." I said. "Did it bother you when I took your load?"
"I loved it. I didn't know anything could feel so good," Rudy said. He stuck his tongue out and moved closer to my cock. He looked me in the eye and then wrapped his lips around my cock head.
He licked my knob. His tongue stroked the underside of my cock head. That is the most tender part of my cock. He had avoided the slit, but when he did that, I knew I was drooling. If it was a problem, I did not notice it. Rudy was soon trying to deep throat my cock.
"I told you it was good," Ollie said, "He will make more as you suck. It gets better and thicker."
"Rudy, do what you want. Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable," I said. I hate to sound manipulative, but that was a trick I had had learned from coaching. Some team members resist a direct order. When I presented a task as being optional, almost everyone did it.
It worked for Rudy. Ollie provided encouragement by sucking Rudy's cock. I realized that he liked Rudy. He treated Rudy's cock as if it were a rare flower. He did not suck it; he made love to it. Rudy copied Ollie's technique and it was beautiful. Five or six minutes later, I lost control, and Rudy took every drop. He began to twitch as he ejaculated into Ollie's willing mouth.
After they left, I felt good about the encounter. I had enjoyed it, as had the two men. I hoped that Ollie and Rudy were going home to practice their new skills. I was pretty sure they would work things out.
Several days later Freddy had a new man he wanted me to meet. Johnny was a cop. He would not give his last name. He was more than up tight. Freddy said he was a good cop, but was prone to losing control at random intervals. Freddy said the Johnny was an anti-gay gay man. He could not reconcile his own desires with his public face.
"You are the perfect gay man for him. You have no affectations or quirks. You also dealt with being in the closet better than most men do," Freddy said, "Johnny needs a role model."
"That puts some pressure on me," I said.
"Be yourself and let things develop," Freddy said. "Johnny needs a gay friend."
Johnny knocked on my door at eight the next night. He was out of uniform, but you could tell he was a cop or in the military. He was handsome, with a crew cut and a strong jaw.
I am more masculine than handsome. That was good for Bobby. We talked. I told him about my background as a teacher and a coach. He told me was the son and grandson of policemen.
"Were you pressured to join the force?" I asked.
"Not really. I just assumed I would become a cop. I was a little uneasy when I joined, but as soon as I was on the street, it knew it was a perfect fit," he explained.
"I felt the same way about teaching and coaching. I liked to teach and there was enough coaching for it to be fun, not a job," I said. "A science teacher doesn't need to have winning teams every year."
"Did you win?" he asked.
"I did, but that was just frosting on the cake," I explained. "I don't know if Dr. Fred told you that I am gay. That could be a problem as a teacher and coach"
"Did all those naked boys tempt you?"
"No, not at all. I like men not kids. Unfortunately, the public does not see it that way. All gay men are pederasts. There was no way I could work if I was out of the closet," I explained. "It is odd the old men who are with young women are perfectly acceptable. That doesn't work for men who like men."
"I also need to tell you that I am not much of a romantic. I like sex as intense as possible. Holding hands on a long walk on the beach does nothing for me," I explained. "I seem to like buddies or pals more than lovers. I can be a good friend."
"I like the sex part too, but I can't get comfortable. Sometimes if I drink too much it is easier, but that is bad for a cop," Johnny said. He paused. "When I said I drink too much, I was understating the problem."
"One of my pals in the woods had that problem." I said.
"How did you deal with it?" he asked.
"He went on the wagon and we screwed like rabbits all summer," I said. "He didn't have time to drink between orgasms."
Johnny laughed. "That sounds like a plan," he said. "Freddy didn't tell me what I was supposed to do here. I don't know what is next on the agenda."
"I guess we could chat for a while longer, but I am horny as hell," I replied. "I was hoping we would get naked and have some fun." I began to unbutton my shirt. I had a feeling it would be easier for Johnny to get naked than actually agree to sex. I guessed right again.
"I like just about everything," I said as we stripped. "Let's just pay it by ear and see what happens." Johnny was in good shape, his equipment was standard issue, but the overall package was impressive. He had a hairy chest and a treasure tail to his pubic bush. I dropped to my knees and took his tool into my mouth. He responded well.
When he was rock hard, I pulled away. "For your information, I have no problem with a mouth full of cum, so you don't need to hold back," I said. "We have time, so there is no need to rush, but don't worry either way."
"It takes a while for me to shoot," Johnny said. "What about you?"
"I can pop pretty easily, but I have a short recharge time," I said. "I can do two or three orgasms pretty easily." I deep throated him again.
"I've never popped more than once with a guy," he said. "Do you like it in the ass?"
"Not always, it depends on the guy," I said. "I am pretty sure I'd like yours in me. You like to top?"
"I've only done it a few times, but I liked it," Johnny replied. "It was good but rushed. I'd like to take my time."
"We've got time," I said. "Can I ask you to do one thing?"
Johnny stiffened. "What?"
"Let your cock do your thinking for you," I answered. "99.9 % of the time that's a bad idea, but when you're fucking just go with the flow. When it comes to sex, your cock knows more than your brain." Johnny relaxed and laughed.
"You may be right about that!"
I returned to my sucking duties. Johnny was oozing precum at a good rate now. He may have been trying to play it cool and collected, but as I had asked, his cock had taken control. I worked his balls too. He seemed to like that.
As I sucked, I could taste him becoming more excited.
"I'm going to shoot!" he cried. Johnny had a Fourth of July fireworks type orgasm. I took the early squirts and then began to lick his twitching cock as they diminished. When he stopped shooting, I pulled away. He looked at me. His semen was dribbling from my mouth.
Much to my surprise, he French kissed me, eating his still warm sperm from my mouth. He ejaculated again, spraying my gut with his cream. He pulled away.
"I don't know what got into me," he said.
"Now you know what letting your cock take the lead is like," I said. "It was beautiful! It is exciting to be with a man who is turned on. I've been there." Johnny was on his back on the bed and he was still hard. "You are already for round two! Do you want to fuck?"
He hesitated. I straddled him and sat back on it. It was a perfect fit. Johnny's eyes crossed and he moaned as it slid into me. Freddy had visited me earlier that afternoon. He had both plowed and seeded me, so his cream lubricated me. I did not tell Johnny about that.
I wiggled my ass some and bounced a little. That was good for Johnny if the moaning was any indicator. I was masturbating his cock with my ass. I figured he wanted to fuck, so we rolled over so that I was on my back and he was in the perfect man-ramming position.
Again, Johnny surprised me. He took his time. While he was slowly massaging my ass, I had the feeling he was using the stimulation to refill his balls. He had just had a massive orgasm, and he did not yet have the drive to have a second climax. It was a leisurely, slow session emphasizing mutual pleasure.
Later, Johnny told he had never taken his time before. It had always been a mad rush to a climax. He oozed a lot and that made it better for me; there was no need to lubricate. I knew from my own experience that my cock became more sensitive as it feels the tight confines of a man ass. I had also been told that my ass was muscular and tight. I could tighten or loosen my grip on his tool.
I knew his cock was leaking and depositing his sexual juices. When I tightened my sphincter, I could milk him. His cum tube was drooling and depositing his balls juices directly in my ass. Somehow, I knew that soon I would be doing the same for him. He loved every minute of our connection, and he would soon have an urge to feel my cock in his ass.
Johnny had considerable stamina, and he lasted for about twenty minutes. His cock head made contact with my prostate on the first thrust. While his cock was average, his knob was oversized. My prostate and I loved that. His orgasm was beautiful. I could feel him squirt and my ass became a horn of plenty as he filled it with his man seed.
He cooled down, dressed and went home. He seemed uneasy. I gave him my number. He asked if he could come by again. I said I would like that, but I was going away for the weekend and asked if he could make it next week. That was fine, but he became involved in a big case and we did not get together again for another week.
He was off duty for the next few days and we sat down with a beer. He was exhilarated by solving a particularly difficult case and he wanted to celebrate. As we talked, I discovered his session with me was the first time he had sex in a bedroom where they was no chance of discovery. He had not realized how good sex could be without fear of being caught. He was also worried that he had enjoyed it too much. Johnny had a hyper-masculine image of himself, and that did not jive with gay sex.
The sex was more relaxed and comfortable this time. Johnny was not quite as up tight as he had been. We sixty nined and then he fucked me a second time. I did suggest to him, that while I knew he wasn't gay, it would be nice if he could pretend he was gay and enjoying it when he was naked and fucking my ass.
Johnny looked me in the eye and then burst out laughing. "I guess I could do that," he said. A little later, he was moaning as he plowed me. After he climaxed we talked again. He wanted to know if I really enjoyed being fucked.
"I do with the right guy. Sometimes a guy doesn't fit right and things don't work out," I said. "You fit and that knob of your works my prostate good!" Like many men, he did not know much about the prostate and he no idea of its sexual potential. He was still a young man and the normal physical exam did not include the prostate.
I gave him an informal prostate exam combined with an oral massage of his cock. I had the impression he was skeptical as to whether he actually had a prostate. As I sucked, I gently eased my finger into his ass. As soon as my finger touched his hole, Johnny oozed extra precum. He became increasingly excited as I worked my finger into him. I soon discover that he indeed had a prostate and that it was sensitive. Johnny was moaning again.
I toyed with it until it sudden became hard as a rock and Johnny flooded my mouth with sperm. When he got his breath back, he asked if that was the way his cock felt in me.
"A cock his a much larger and more complex sex tool than a finger. It must be a million times more sensitive and more capable of generating pleasure. One nice thing about gay sex is that you can know what your partner is feeling. Man sex is pure pleasure of you do it right. For your information, you were doing it right!" Johnny smiled.