Coach 5 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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The six of us had a good time. Dr. Freddy hit it off with Rod and Lawrence. I had a memorable experience with Dave and Cooter. Cooter was all-top and his long probe went about as deep as anyone had ever been in my ass. Dave was mostly oral. He liked to sixty-nine and he greatly enjoyed sucking me while Cooter was in my ass.
Dave was a multi-tasker and was both attentive to me and to Cooter. This was his first time sucking as he watched fucking. He gave Cooter advice as to what motions caused the most reaction from me. Cooter's cock was thin and easy to take. His knob was large and it became more pleasurable as time went on.
Dave could both feel me react and taste my precum. I realized his cock oozed more just after Cooter rubbed a good spot in my ass. Dave oozed top-of-the-line precum and the excitement grew. Dave and I had a joint orgasm. I may have popped a second or two before he did, but it was damn close.
Dave and I broke apart but Cooter stayed in my ass. It added some zip to my post-orgasmic cool down. I was surprised to see Dr. Freddy get enthusiastic with Rod and Lawrence. Freddy and I connected from time to time, but it was nice, utilitarian sex. I was thinking that was as far as Freddy went. That was obviously wrong.
On the drive home, Freddy thought that a pool party at Rod's might be good for the men I was coaching.
Two days later Freddy sent me a new man, Eddie Shaw. Eddie was a recently divorced father of two. His wife took the kids, the house and his bank account and left the country for parts unknown. The FBI was looking for her.
Eddie was a very sexual man who could not do it with a woman. He thought he was still married and was afraid if he bedded a woman, he would lose his children permanently. He was going crazy with sexual frustration. Freddy thought he needed to get his rocks off.
Eddie's way of thinking was odd and he had been acting erratically. Freddy thought I was either the shock of having his wife leave him and the resulting sexual frustration that caused his problems or something else. Eddie saw me mowing the lawn shirtless and mentioned it to Freddy. He actually mentioned it a few times.
Freddy has exceptionally good gaydar, and that caught his attention. Freddy had not suspected that Eddie was gay, but it was possible. Freddy asked me to the mow the lawn the next time Eddie had an appointment. It was a hot day and I was sweating like a pig. Eddie saw me and all but drooled.
Freddie asked Eddie to take a borrowed casserole dish over to me on his way out. Freddie said he had some things he needed to do before the next appointment.
When he rang the bell, I was wearing only my undershorts. I saw it was Eddie and opened the door. Eddie looked as if he had won the lottery. I asked him in. "It's hot out there," I said as I took the dish and thanked him. I asked if he would like a cool drink. He said yes and we went to the kitchen. I offered him a beer and he looked grateful.
I told him I was going to jump in the whirlpool and relax, and asked if he would like to join me. He said he did not have any trunks. I said we were all boys. I led the way to the pool, stripped and went in. He stripped slowly.
"I'm not hung like you," he said. Eddie was fifteen pounds overweight and moderately hairy. His skin had never been exposed to the sun.
I smiled. "The cock is a functional organ not a decorative one. As long as it is in working order, who cares?" I asked.
"It works alright, but I haven't had a chance to use it much lately," he said as he launched himself into a recitation of his family woes. His wife had been a demanding woman and he worked sixty hours or more a week to get her the things she wanted. He had not guessed she wanted a one-way ticket away from him. He was blindsided.
The water was hot and I sat on the edge of the bath. I made sure my positions showed off my genitals. Eddie liked that. He liked that a lot.
"I was a school teacher and coach," I said. "I've retired down here and I am making new friends."
"What did you coach?" he asked.
"Wrestling mostly," I said. "As a High School coach I pinch hit with football from time to time."
"That explains why you are so comfortable being naked," Eddie said. "I was on the wrestling team for a while, but I got hurt. I guess this is like old times in the locker room for you?"
"Were you uncomfortable showering with the other guys?" I asked.
"At first I wasn't, but I sort of liked it once I got used to it," he said. "Did you get naked with the boys?"
"No, that was just asking for trouble," I said. "They saw me naked in the coaches' shower once, but that was it. Did you see your coach naked?"
"Once," he replied. "I hope you don't think this is strange, but I think about it quite a bit. His cock seemed big, but yours is bigger."
I laughed. "That is not a surprise and it's not strange," I said. "Guys are curious at that age. Most men are interested in big ones. We all like to know how we measure up."
Eddie got out of the water. He was semi-erect, with lots of skin and big balls. "Things can sometimes get pretty intimate when you are wrestling," he remarked. "I was always afraid I would embarrass myself."
"That has happened to me a few times. Most guys pretend they didn't notice the display," I said. "Some like the view."
"Did that bother you?" he asked.
"Well it's actually kind of flattering," I said. "There are a lot of things that are worse than having a pal admire your cock."
Eddie laughed. "I guess you are right about that. Do guys come on to you?"
"Sometimes they do," I said. "A quick blow job can be good."
"That happened to me a few times. It was nice," Eddie admitted.
"Now that I am older, I know that was the wrong approach," I added.
"What do you mean?"
"A nice, long blow job is much better," I replied. Eddie looked at me oddly and then burst into laughter.
"I've never had the experience, but I bet it is good," he said. "It's been 18 months since I did anything with a woman, man or even a vegetable." I laughed.
"Could you tell me something kind of personal? It is just something I want to know as a former coach."
"Go ahead and ask," Eddie replied.
"Did you ever dream of getting it on with your coach?" I asked.
"I didn't dream about it," he replied. "I did think about it. Usually it involved game of strip poker or something like that. I was supposed to suck him off if he won. He always won."
"Did you ever think he might suck you in real life?" I asked. When I asked that question, his cock became fully erect. I knew what he wanted. "Do you need some help with that?" I asked. Eddie looked down at is hard cock and gave me a sheepish look. I assumed that was a yes. I went over and took care of the problem.
Eddie shivered and said nothing. His cock did all the talking for him. He had a nice, big knob on a thin shaft. He almost immediately began to ooze precum and after a few minutes, his juices were flowing. I knew he was getting close. I deep throated him and he popped.
Eddie had an almost pyrotechnic orgasm. He shivered, shook, twitched, moaned and bellowed as he let loose. I swallowed twice. He continued to twitch and spurt in mini-ejaculations for three or four minutes after the main event.
"I am so embarrassed," he finally whimpered.
"About what?" I asked. "I enjoyed it and you obviously enjoyed it."
"I've never had one quite like that," he said. "I lost my cool."
"I've had a few like that, a real ball drainer," I said. "I don't mind helping out a man in need." Eddie thanked me and then went home. He called me the next day and apologized. He said he should not have done what he did.
"There is nothing to apologize about. We are both men. I know sometimes the pressure to let off some steam is too much to resist," I said. "All is well with me."
"Does that happen to you?" he asked. "I could help you out if you need help."
"Thank you for the offer," I replied. "Have you ever done that for a man?"
"No, not really," he admitted. "I think I'd like doing it for you." I asked him about his next appointment with Freddy. He said it was next Tuesday and I invited him to drop by after the appointment.
Eddie called me on the next Saturday and asked if he could drop by. We both knew what he wanted and I told him I was free. I thought it was a good sign that he wanted to get together again before Tuesday. He wanted to connect again and he was hot-to-trot.
He arrived at two in the afternoon and we had a beer or two as we watched wrestling on the television. It was collegiate wrestling, not the show biz type. I could feel the sexual tension rise.
"Every time I watch a wrestling match, I feel like I should take a shower afterwards," I said. "I guess that comes from telling the team to hit the showers."
Eddie looked relieved. I had given him a way to get naked. "I feel the same way," he said.
"Did you ever shower with the coach?" I asked.
"No, that never happened," he relied. "He missed a tournament once because he broke a leg. A coach from another school showered with us. That was nice. I was on the J.V. team and he was every inch an adult man. He didn't do anything at all suggestive, but just being there was a trip."
"Let's hit the showers," I said.
I had a walk-in shower. It was not big but not big enough for two. He was semi hard. We showered. I asked him if he had ever sucked a cock.
"Yes. It was Jimmy Smith. He was the team captain," he replied. "I only did it once."
"Did you think about it often afterwards?" I asked.
He hesitated answering. "I sure did. Do I have to take your load the way you took mine?"
"No, but it would be nice if you did," I said. "Don't worry; a lot of men don't take the cream. I understand. Why don't you get on your knees and take a good look? If it's too much for you and you do not want to do it that is fine. It's a man cock, not a boy prick. It is what you want to do, not what I want you to do that counts. You aren't a team member. We are just two guys looking for fun."
I guessed that would almost insure that Eddie would suck me. I guessed right. I was not sure that Eddie knew what he wanted, but once his lips wrapped around my cock he knew. He was not skilled, but he was a fast learner. He became progressively less tense as he got into it. He worked my cock head and the shaft, but avoided the slit. I became more excited too and I was oozing. His tongue finally licked my slit and he tasted my precum. He shivered in excitement. The taste seemed to turbo charge his sucking efforts.
When he took a break, I asked him how he was doing.
"I didn't know it would be this good," he said.
"Is it better than with Jimmy Smith?
"God yes!" Eddie replied. "I tasted a little of the sweet stuff with him. Yours is thicker and sweeter. There is a lot more of it too. What is it?"
"It is precum. They say it's to lubricate the cunt, but it seems to turn guys on," I said. "Semen is thicker and less sweet. Yours is good."
"Have you tasted many guys' cream?" he asked. "Have you tasted many wrestlers' spunk?"
"No with any team members, but other coaches are sometimes willing to trade their special sauce," I said. That had only happened a few times, but I realized that Eddie was into coaches. He went after my cock again and this time he succeeded in deep throating it.
We soon got out to the water and went to my bedroom where we sixty-nined. Three or four minutes later, I was sucking his seed out of his balls. He went crazy with pleasure. He had done more than I thought he would and that was good enough for me.
We dressed and he got ready to go home, when the doorbell rang. It was Johnny, my detective friend. He and Eddie exchanged glances and both liked what they saw. They also seemed to know why they were visiting me. I introduced them.
"It has been a rough day for me," Johnny said. "I was hoping for a relaxing soak in the whirlpool."
"That is fine with me. Eddie would you join us?" I asked. Eddie smiled and we went back to the tub. The men were attracted to the other and stripping naked did nothing to reduce the attraction. Both assumed they were visiting me for the same reason.
Both men were more masculine than handsome, and no one was completely soft by the time we were all naked. The uncomfortable period between meeting and having sex was short. Johnny sucked Eddie and I sucked Johnny. Johnny noticed that Eddie was still oozing sex juices and that did not seem to bother him. If it did, it didn't effect Johnny's flow of precum.
"Damn, I'd love to fuck!" Johnny said during a lull.
"Don't look at me!" Eddie said. "I haven't fucked since my wife left me."
"Well, I would be glad to help you guys out, if you don't mind sharing my ass," I said.
"Are you serious?" Eddie asked. "I've never fucked a man."
"I don't joke about fucking," I said with a smile.
"Coach is a lot tighter than a woman," Johnny said. "He has buns of steel, and he promised me not to get pregnant." Eddie laughed.
We had a nice, round robin fucking for the next half hour. They alternated filling my hole. For Eddie filling my coach's ass was good, but sharing it with a stud like Johnny made it better. Just as they pulled out, Johnny's phone rang. It was an emergency and he was dressed and in his car in two or three minutes.
"That was unexpected," Eddie said. "Johnny is a nice guy. I would not have guessed he was into this stuff. It was really good." He looked at me. "You like getting fucked?"
"I am normally a top, but you guys were both good and fun," I replied.
"What did it feel like?" he asked. "Did you feel like a woman?"
"For me, it has the opposite effect. I feel hyper masculine," I said. "We are just men sharing our resources. One cock is good, two cocks are better, three cocks are better still."
"Do you want to fuck me?" Eddie asked. "Have you been in Johnny?"
"Johnny's ass is still virgin, but I don't think that will last," I said. "Of course I'd like to fuck you, but I don't have an ideal starter cock. It is a little big for a maiden voyage."
"If I did it, I would like yours to be the one," he said. "Maybe another time."
"Eddie, let me tell you that fucking can be more intense that sucking, but it can hurt too," I explained. "If you are going to take it, you need to really want it."
"That may be part of my wife's problem. It was always better for me than for her," Eddie said. "She loved the kids, and you had to do it to get the kids, but she wasn't that enthusiastic."
"Well, if I fuck, you, you had better be enthusiastic," I said. Eddie leaned over and sucked me again. This time he took my load and looked happy about it.
At 8:30 there was a breaking News Bulletin on the television. "Murderer arrested after lengthy manhunt, was the headline. The police had scheduled a press conference at 9:00 the next morning. I watched the conference and saw Johnny in action. He was an old fashioned "Just the facts" man and he came across well. Several of the reporters' questions were odd, but he was unflappable. I would not say he was relaxed, but he was definitely in control of the facts and the situation.
Shortly after the conference, I received a call from Eddie. He wanted to know if I had seen it and if Johnny had done well. I told him that I have been impressed.
"I had no idea he was a cop," Eddie said. "He is he chief detective. I had a nightmare that someone might tell what we did together. That isn't a problem at all, is it?"
"If there had been any question about that I wouldn't have invited you in," I said.
"I hope I haven't offended you," Eddie said. "I'm real sorry if I did. I was really scared and excited when I first met you. I'm much less scared and more excited about it now, but sometimes the old fears come up again."
"Don't worry about that Eddie," I said. "You are an adult man. You cannot turn on a dime. I know it takes some time."
A day later, I had a very different sort of referral from Freddy's office. It was a couple, Julius Speer and Anthony Durand. They had been a couple for several years, but it was an almost sexless relationship. They did not know how to do it and were afraid they might do it incorrectly. They had similar backgrounds. Both were only children who lived with their mothers. Julius was a florist and Anthony was an accountant.
Both mothers believed sex was dirty and demeaning. When I met them, I realized they were good boys who had always done what they were told. They were still doing it even though both mothers were dead. Julius and Anthony loved wresting on the television.
Television style wrestling was the curse of my life as a high school coach. If you are a fourteen-year-old, testosterone driven boy those dramatic moves are dramatic and impressive. I does not matter to them that the moves involve fakery, stupidity and are dangerous even when they are well rehearsed and choreographed. I only had one injury, but there were many close calls.
Freddy told me they were deeply in love but were afraid to express it sexually. They literally needed a sexual instructor and coach.