The Coach 4 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 now had what was essentially a stable of playmates. I had been coaching athletic teams for years and my coaching instincts came to the fore. Yes, I was teaching them about sex and practicing what I preached, but I was also guiding the men to a richer, more pleasurable life. For my athletes, every time they did well they felt a burst of pleasure.
While I was a demanding and hard man to please, I did not stint on the praise when one of my boys did well. Eventually, most did well. While I am demanding, I am not a perfectionist. I know coaches who hold out for 100% effort every time. That is not realistic. It leaves your boys exhausted and feeling inadequate. You need to play well all of the time and ramp it up when needed. I also recognize not every member of the team is going to be a star. If a boy gives it everything, he has and it is not enough, I recognize the effort.
Johnny, my cop, was a born overachiever. He wanted to excel in everything he did. It never occurred to him the relaxing was skill or even desirable. Intellectually he wanted to be in control. This is a good attitude when dealing with criminals and bad actors. It is not ideal for sex. Your cock is not obedient. It has a mind of its own. It can briefly take full control of your body and mind.
For Johnny, I think he regarded the orgasm as a weakness. Once the prospect of an orgasm was in sight, the body begins to focus exclusively on the orgasm and shuts everything else out. If you could reject the possibility of an orgasm, you could always be in control. That is not the way nature made the human body and our minds. Once you have experienced an orgasm, there is no way to reject it.
Freddy told me that Johnny needed another session with me. "He's been working on a difficult case. He needs some off time," Freddy said.
"Am I a human tranquilizer now?" I asked. "He needs another friend and playmate. I like him and I like being with him, but he needs someone who wants pure fun and sex, without the therapeutic overtones. Do you think he's like some group sessions?"
"Is group sex therapy what is technically called and orgy? Dr. Freddy asked.
"I laughed. "I guess it is," I admitted. "When I was in the woods on summer vacation I had some nice get-togethers. It was lots of sex without the emotional entanglements. It was fun too."
"Some emotional connections would be good for these men," Freddy mused.
"There were connections in our group, but it was as sex buddies and pals, not lovers," I said. "We all became good friends and some became partners. It can ease your way into deeper relationships. It also was a good way to meet many men at once. It seems to be that many of these men aren't particularly socially skilled. Meeting men one at a time is a slow process."
"You certainly are right about that," Freddy admitted. "Use your own judgement."
A few days later Johnny called and asked if he could see me. I said it was fine. Shortly after I talked with him, Ollie and Rudy knocked on my door. I asked them in. They were naked and in the tub by the time Johnny arrived. I told him that I had unexpected guests. He looked disappointed.
"My friends are nice guys and they would like you a lot. We all share a common interest," I said. I leaned close to him and whispered. "They aren't much on talk, if you get my drift. We are in the tub." Johnny joined us.
Johnny was a good-looking man. Ollie and Rudy were not, but they had a double dose of masculine characteristics. All three men liked what they saw. Ollie was already hard, so when I got in the water I took care of him. Johnny was half-hard by the time he stripped and Rudy helped him get to a full erection. I knew things were good when Rudy and Johnny traded places and Johnny sucked him.
It was not just a social, being polite sucking. It was one of my pals used to describe as a genuine, "let me suck you balls out through your cock" session.
Ollie asked me if Johnny liked to fuck. Johnny looked at him and smiled. We got out of the tub, dried off and went to my bedroom. None of them was experienced. They had different tastes and likes. I could tell that when Rudy saw Johnny's cock in Ollie's ass, he was interested. Ollie had been fucked before, but it was clear that Johnny's cock was a real treat for him. I could tell Rudy was wondering what Johnny would be like in his, tight ass. As he watched Ollie squirming and moaning as Johnny fucked him, he was getting increasingly excited.
Ollie was all man and I think it set Johnny to thinking. Ollie had an attractive telephone pole hanging from his crotch. It was impressive when it was hard too. I would have thought that an oversized organ was an impediment to fucking, but Johnny liked a challenge and he liked manly men.
As the four of us frolicked, I could sense the men becoming more comfortable and open to the possibilities. After a while, the new openness became emotional and resulted in changed attitudes. I had a feeling it would result in the sharing of sex juices and the relaxation of some sphincter muscles. I was beginning to feel an itch deep in my ass. I knew a sperm bath would make the itch go away. I was ready to encourage the men to kick it up a notch.
I was standing next to Rudy. "Have you ever fucked a guy?" I asked in a whisper. He nodded. "I have this itch up my ass that needs attention," I added. "Can you help me out?" I reached over and stroked his hard six incher. He smiled. I took the tube of lubricant next to the bed and coated his cock with it. I then bent over. Rudy knew what to do.
Rudy was a short, hairy, muscular man with an average cock. I was shocked at what happened next. His tool made a direct bullseye hit on my prostate. He rammed it hard and he sent me to the moon. About three minutes later I got my feelings under control again, we had both calmed down, but his thrusting motions were still powerful and effective.
I felt a little sheepish at making a spectacle of myself. In fact, Johnny and Rudy saw me as the poster boy for bottoming. If I liked it that much, they would give it a try. Fifteen minutes later Ollie was deep in Johnny's rectum and I was in Rudy's ass.
Ollie was a true gentle giant. He had no desire to hurt Johnny and he took his time easing his tool into Johnny's hole. Johnny was a "no pain, no gain," man and he was willing to grin and bear it. Luckily, Ollie's cock was more of a tree trunk, than a telephone pole. Eventually the girth of the thing rubbed Johnny's prostate the right way and all was well. He lost control and let Ollie work his magic.
Rudy was much smaller than I am and his hole seemed impossibly small. I fingered his ass with one, then two and eventually three fingers. I had him sit on my tool and all was well. By that time, all of us were so sexually stimulated and excited all the old hang-ups vanished in the orgasmic climaxes. By the time the men went home, they were exhausted, and they knew much more about their own sexual needs.
Johnny told me he had been afraid that bottoming would make him feel effeminate. He was afraid of taking the female role. "When Ollie was in deep, I felt hyper-masculine. It was as if he was pumping his testosterone into me with each thrust," he explained. "I didn't believe how intense it was."
Later that week I had new "trainee" sent to Dr. Freddy's by a colleagues. This man, Peterson Malone, was a banker who tended to make inappropriate comments about the women in his office. He was a genius in maters financial, but totally lacking in any skills dealing with women.
His employer wanted to keep him if possible. His financial skills included and impressive ability to uncover swindles and embezzlement. He was able to pick out early warning signals at an early date, and he had saved the bank millions.
Freddy's friend had discovered that the man was a virgin, with no interest in women. It was all a front to conceal his actual sexual tastes. In public, he tended to be loud and boisterous. That too was a front; he was painfully shy.
When I met him, I immediately knew his type. If you wanted to find a perfectly average man, Peterson was the one. He seemed to be average in every way, height, weight and build. He was the sort of man you could easily forget.
He looked shocked when he saw me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
He blinked and said, "Not really, it is okay." I asked him in and offered him a beer. He was very on edge and uncomfortable. I ran into that with new members of the team. I was new to them and I am physically intimidating.
"What are you afraid of?" I asked.
"It's silly. You look like my father. Not exactly, but you are built the same way," Peterson said.
"I take it that is not good?" I asked. "You didn't get along with him?"
"No one actually got along with my father. He was not that sort of man. He had been a Marine and then was a Trooper for a while," Peterson explained. "He wanted me to be a football player. I could never make the team. I'm too small and uncoordinated."
"I was a coach. You are not too small and I will bet you aren't uncoordinated. I doubt you are the right physical type for football, but you would be fine for soccer, track or swimming," I said. "Am I right I thinking that your father wouldn't have considered those sports as being acceptable?" Peterson nodded. "Am I right in thinking he didn't last as a Trooper?"
"No, he didn't. He stayed with the State Police, but he was a desk jockey in charge of purchasing," Peterson said.
"I bet you are making ten times what your father made and he isn't happy about that. Am I right?" I asked.
Peterson looked at me oddly. "I think you are. I never thought of it that way," he said. He was silent for a while. "What are your plans for me? I don't really know why I am here. They said you are a therapist of sorts."
"Would you like the official description of my job, or a more direct version?" I asked.
"Let's try the direct version?" he replied.
"My plan is to get naked with you and go to the hot tub. There I will play with your cock and eventually get you to shoot your load into my mouth," I said. "If you are so inclined you can shove your cock into my ass and shoot off there."
"You don't want to fuck me?" he asked.
"I would love to fuck you, but that is not required. You have to beg for that," I replied. "It's time to go to the tub." I had gambled that the direct approach would work and it did. We went to the tub, stripped and got into the swirling water. He was hard as soon as he was naked.
He had an average cock. He was uncut and had enough foreskin to cover his knob even when erect. We sat in the water for a few minutes. The water was hot and he sat on the edge. I took the tip of his foreskin into my mouth and then used my tongue to push it back to expose his cock head. His cock was so hard I could have used his head as a mirror. It was shiny and very tender.
I then licked the underside of his cock head where it connects to the skin. A blob of precum oozed from his slit and dribbled onto my tongue. I licked his slit and then returned to the underside of his head. He shivered and a single ejaculation spurted into my mouth.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" he cried.
"Relax and calm down," I said. "I take my time."
"I need to go," he whispered.
"You are not going until I have drained your balls completely," I said as I returned to sucking his cock. I ran my tongue around his knob and then deep throated him. He moaned. When I pulled off, I tasted his precum. That meant that he had calmed down enough to avoid an additional ejaculation. Ten minutes later Peterson was a mass of sexually responsive flesh. Every movement of my lips and tongue caused a reaction.
He began to tense up. I was ready for the main orgasm. It came with a massive and forceful explosion of sperm. I think there must have been ten or twelve major ejaculations, followed by another dozen lesser spurts.
Unexpectedly, his cock was still hard when I pulled off. We went to my bedroom. I coated his cock with lube and then I got on my back and pull up my legs.
"Let's try fucking," I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Take your time," I said.
Peterson had a good cock. It was big enough for me to know I was being fucked, but not so big it was a challenge. It was good for me, but better for him.
"How deep can I go?" he asked. I smiled at him.
"Go as far as you can go!" I said. Peterson did not know it, but he was a natural fucker. His cock had a slight curve that hit all of my good spots, and he had a rhythm that was just right for me. I moaned. I was watching his face and when he heard me moan, I saw a look of relief. I squeezed my sphincter and he look of relief turned into a smile of satisfaction. Like all good sex, it was over too soon. His second orgasm flooded my ass with what seemed like buckets of sperm. I felt his first spurts. When h pulled out, he had finally lost his erection.
He asked if he could visit me again. I said that was fine. "The next time could you fuck me?" he asked.
"Of course, but my cock isn't designed for first timers. You might look for someone else who might fit better."
"I have a feeling yours is the only one that would do the trick," he said.
I later found out that it was not just that he wanted to be fucked. He was satisfying a man who looked like his father. That had been an impossibility for him with his real father.
The next day, Freddy came over and we talked about my therapeutic sessions. His patients reported that they were an unqualified success. However, there was a problem converting my success with them and their own success with other men.
"In some ways the men are social cripples. They are men, not boys, so their social patterns are set. In some cases, they are set in stone. Wanting to change and changing are not the same thing," Freddy stated. "The all like you, but they have a hard time broadening their circle of friends."
I told him about my experience with Johnny, Ollie and Rudy. That had gone well and the men seemed to have enjoyed it. "Of course, sex is a basic human need and it is intrinsically pleasurable. I don't know of anyone who tried sex and then decided to avoid it," I said.
"Some do it for religious reasons, but that is increasingly rare," Freddy mused. "Do you think we could get them to a social event where they could meet some men?"
"Most of them are still shy," I reminded him. "They are shy and uneasy about their sexual preferences. It is still hard for them to make a move. I'm new to the area. I don't have any connections to the gay community here."
"Well I am as well connected as a man can be," Freddy said. "Let me talk to some friends." Freddy had many friends. A week later, he said he had tentatively arranged for a pool party at a friend's house. He wanted me to meet the host to work on arrangements at dinner that night. Freddy could not be officially involved because of his professional relationship with the men. He drove me into the countryside, through some heavily wooded areas to a clearing. The place was an old farmhouse.
A big man came out to greet us. He was wearing construction boots, shorts and a great tan. He was older with a white beard and a matching pelt on his chest, arms and gut.
"Rod this is Coach, the man I told you about," Dr. Freddy said. We all shook hands. Rod's handshake was firm but he was not trying to impress.
"My pal Dave is visiting," Rod said. "He is a retired cook, so the food is several levels better than my usually fare." We went in the house. The place was modest on the outside but well furnished inside. Rod must have collected antiques. Freddy explained Rod restored old furniture. It was obvious he was a skilled craftsman.
Dave was a slightly smaller, black haired version of Rod. The kitchen was modern and up to date. I could see a pool through the window. It was easy to talk with both men. Freddy explained his plan to provide a social event for his clients.
"Is this shindig supposed to be social or sexual?" Dave asked.
"Let me ask you a question," Freddy replied. "If you were a shy, middle-aged man with limited sexual experience, would you prefer a social event or a more sexual event?"
"If I had a choice between chit-chat and sex I would go for sex," Dave replied. "I kind of think 90 % of the men in the world would make the same choice."
"How inexperienced are these guys?" Rod asked.
"They are new to the scene, but they have been good learners," I replied. "It had been mostly oral but there has been some fucking too. I am planning to tell them that everyone at the party is gay and willing to play."
"I don't want this to be an orgy. That would be too intimidating," Freddy said.
"What is the difference between an orgy and a party where there is a lot of sex?" I asked.
Freddy smiled. "Attitude!" he exclaimed.
Someone knocked on the door and Rod went to see who it was. "Rod asked a couple of pals to come over to meet you guys," Dave explained. "He told them you guys were hot and hot to trot. Let us know if they have the right attitude."
Rod returned with a miss-matched pair. One was a handsome, well-dressed dapper man of about fifty. He was with a scrawny, beanpole man with a beard to his navel.
"I'd like to meet Lawrence and Cooter. They are long time lovers, and I still can't believe they actually met, not to mention that they have been together for fifteen years," Rod said. We shook hands. Diner was ready and it was good. It was a basic meat, potatoes and a vegetable dinner but there was something special about each dish. Dave was a good cook.
After diner, we went to the pool. It was beautifully landscaped and it looked as if it were in a formal garden. There was no sign of the fence. Cooter told me that no one had ever worn swimming trunks in the pool. "If you get excited and shoot off in the pool, let me know," he said. "I'll take your load and make sure you don't clog the filters."
"Is that a problem?" I asked.
Cooter leaned close to me and whispered. "Dave shoots a spectacular load. If you take it, be ready to swallow. Sometimes you need to swallow twice!"