Coach 6 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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Julius Speer and Anthony Durand were a mismatched pair. Julius was a beefy mountain of a man who was a chef at an upscale restaurant. While his father was of German background, his mother was Armenian. It looked to me as if he was 95% Armenian. Anthony was a sleek greyhound- like man who would have been the perfect 1930s era Lounge Lizard. He was an interior designer.
While they were both successful men, they were limited socially and had odd self-images. Julius' mother was an only child and his father came from a large family. He thought he was a throwback to the cave men. He was embarrassed by his appearance.
Anthony's mother thought that nudity was the equivalent of sin. The human body was ugly and sinful. She was sickly and demanding. She said she had a difficult birth and that Anthony had been so big that her health had been permanently ruined. Anthony was a distinguished looking, tall and handsome man. Every hair was in place. He was always impeccably dressed. He was able to do this and not look like a dandy.
I met them at Freddy's office and they wanted to do more sexually, but they did not want to learn together. They wanted private lessons. That was fine with me. Neither wanted the other to take part in the trial and error method of learning. The men seemed to be incredibly uneasy about the prospect of sex. The next day Anthony came to my house at 3:00 in the afternoon. He was nervous and uneasy.
After talking for a while, I realized he had no real concept of what normal was. He was the good son who believed everything his mother told him. I had a strong feeling that she was borderline mentally ill. She seem to think that any physical contact was a problem, not to mention sexual contact. There was one good aspect to her obsessions. She was afraid he might meet the wrong woman. She did not consider the possibility of sexually connecting with a man. Pregnancy was a horror to her.
I assured Anthony that nothing he did with a man would result in pregnancy. He looked at me oddly for a few moments and then burst into laughter.
"For me, sex is a recreational activity," I explained. "I have no desire to use it for procreative purposes."
"Mother thought it was all dirty and messy," he murmured.
"Well, I can show you how to be spic and span and how to do it with no mess," I said. He looked puzzled. "You know I am a former coach? Let's go to the showers!" He laughed and he followed me to my bedroom.
"Did you play any sports in school?" I asked.
"No, I had to get home to Mom. She was delicate and worried if I was away too long," he said. "I was in gym class. Some guys took showers."
"Did that bother you?"
"No. it was okay. I couldn't see getting naked myself, but it was okay when they did it," he said.
"Did you like looking?"
"I sort of did, but I was afraid they might notice me," Anthony replied.
"Well, we are going to shower and it is okay to look," I said. I had stripped by then and went into the bath. I turned on the shower. Thirty seconds later, he joined me. I looked him over.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Most men would be proud to show off what you have. You are well equipped," I said.
"Does size matter?" he asked
I smiled. "I'm not sure it does, but big ones are fun to look at," I said.
"Yours looks meaty," Anthony said as he soaped up. I was giving my own equipment a buff and shine. I knew his mother thought cocks were dirty, he watched me clean it
"It works for me. It is funny that we are so uneasy about cocks. Every man has one, but most of the time we pretend it doesn't exist," I said. "We all use it for fun too, and that seems to bother some people. If we weren't supposed to play with it, why is it so convenient?" My cock was beginning to firm up. I looked at Anthony's tool and saw that he was showing signs of arousal. He spent the next few minutes making sure his tool was clean.
I slipped to my knees and took it into my mouth. He moaned. I then deep throated him twice. The second time I suctioned some of his sex juices from his balls. While I took things easy, his cock reacted enthusiastically. It was ready to feel some passion even if Anthony's mind was a few steps behind. In my experience the mind follows where the cock leads.
Anthony only moaned once. He liked to be in control, but his cock was in charge. His balls were pumping out pre cum and he shivered once and a while. After five minutes, I pulled away. We dried off and went to my bedroom.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Oh yes. It was good," Anthony replied. "I didn't know what to expect, but it was better than I had been able to conceive." He paused and then resumed talking. "Is it always that good? What happens next?"
"For me cock sucking is somewhere between being really good and spectacular," I said. "You know what happens next; you have an orgasm."
"Does that happen when you are sucking me?"
"If I am doing it right it does," I said. "Some guys don't want to take it so it's best if you give them some warning. I like it so don't worry."
"I shoot in your mouth?" he asked. "What do you do with it?"
"I either spit it out, swallow it or share it with you," I said. "Have you tasted your spunk?"
Anthony shook his head. I returned to sucking his cock. He was still reserved, but his cock was leaking rich and plentiful precum. When I deep throated him, I pulled his trigger.
Anthony's balls were obviously overloaded and I had a mouthful of his sperm. When he began to cool down I deep throated him again. That induced a second round of ejaculation. When I pulled away a second time he saw my cum-filled mouth. I looked at him and he shook his head. That gesture was a bit tentative. I swallowed his load and he ejaculated again. That was enough for one day, and I sent him home, but I knew he would be back.
Julius came by the next morning at 8:00. He was due at the restaurant at 10:00 to get ready for lunch. He told me that Anthony told him the session had been good, but not given him any details. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
"We are going to do the same things I did with Anthony," I said. "This is a learning by doing session not a lecture. Let's get naked and have some fun!"
"I'm not a good looking guy," he said. "I'm really hairy and fat."
"I've never met a man who was too hairy," I said. "You don't look fat," I said as I took him to the bedroom. On a one to ten scale of hairiness, I am an 8 or 8.5. Julius was a solid 10. He was beefy and solid. He had a short beard and bushy mustache. As soon as I was naked, he stared at my cock like a deer in headlights.
"I haven't taken my morning shower. Would you like to join me?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. Once we had soaped up, I played with his cock and balls. He had monster balls and a cock that was hidden in his pubic bush. He fondled mine.
"You have a nice one. Mine is short and stubby," he said.
"Stroke mine. It's better when I'm hard," I said. Julius's cock was not short; it was thick. He was also uncut, and the thick foreskin made his cock look thicker. He was considerable more demonstrative than Anthony had been. His cock was a mouthful and he had an exceptionally wide slit. I had the sensation that I was working my tongue deep into his cum tube.
That turned me on and as I became more exited, Julius became more demonstrative. He was moaning continuously. I pulled off to give him a breather.
"I can tell you are enjoying this," I said.
"Gus told me sex was good, but I didn't think it would be good for me," Julius said. "It's unbelievable."
"It gets better the more you do it," I said. "This is Lesson One."
"How long can we do it?"
"Sex is basically self-limiting. The better it is the sooner you will climax. Most men lose interest after a climax," I explained. "Some men can calm down and recharge."
"What does it taste like?" he asked. Julius was a chef.
"Have you ever tasted your own sperm?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I'm not interested in my own cum, but some men can spurt a real taste treat," I said. "Sometimes it is cock caviar. It depends on the man. Do you think you could take mine?"
"I'm not sure about that. Are your interested in my cream?"
I smiled. "I think I am. I like it fresh form the balls and still warm from your body heat," I said. "If I saved yours, would you be willing to eat it?" Julius's cock twitched when I suggested that. I knew the answer.
"I might," he said. "I don't know if I could actually shoot in your mouth."
"Let me tell you a little secret about sex," I explained. "When you are having good sex, you don't have a choice. You just shoot off and you can't stop it."
"I don't know if I would like that," he said.
"I know you won't like it; you will love it!" I said. "Again you don't have a choice about that. We are hard wired to like sex and to crave it." I bent over and wrapped my lips around his cock again. His cock was harder, longer and thicker and a few minutes later most of his balls' contents were in my mouth.
A minute later, I looked him in the eyes and opened my mouth. His sperm dripped out of my mouth into his. We were soon kissing and our tongues were awash in his semen. We cooled off a little after that. Julius and his cock relaxed. I was still hard. I closed my eyes for a little while and I felt his lips on my cock. He seemed to know what I wanted and was more than willing to do it. Ten minutes later, he had no problem with my load. He took it all.
Julius went off to work and I went over to talk with Freddy. I had enjoyed both men, but Julius had been exceptional. They seemed mismatched. Freddy told me that I should give them some homework. That sounded silly to me, but I did as he asked and it was a great success.
At the next session with Anthony, we sixty-nined. He was more participatory this time and was most attentive to my cock head. I was having a good time with his tool when I realized I was too far-gone to warn him that I was going to shoot.
Anthony surprised me. He loved it. His whole attitude changed as he feasted on my spurting cock. Once he took every drop from my balls, he shot off and fed me his home brew.
"Is there any more cream left in your balls," he asked.
"You have it all. It will be an hour or so before I can recharge," I said. "You enjoyed it?"
"I can't believe what came over me, it was crazy, but beautiful," he said. "I thought it would be disgusting. It was the food of the gods."
"Well, you had a treat waiting for you," I said. "Julius is a cream making machine. His sperm is plentiful, sweet and he had a recharge time of ten to fifteen minutes."
"You are kidding!" he exclaimed.
"Not at all. You need to go home, get naked and get it on," I said. He went home and at my next meeting with Julius, both men came. My introduction to man sex had been a success. They both wanted more. There was no need to have any more training in oral sex: they had figured all of that out by themselves.
I had asked Roscoe to join us. This was to be my introduction to fucking class, and Roscoe possessed a long, thin organ that was just right for a first fuck. He was also small and unintimidating. He was not the sort of man who would cause jealousy problems with Julius and Anthony.
Roscoe was excited to meet new men. He was not an impressive man, but I knew that my other guest were polite and they would not be a problem. After some getting to know you time in the hot tub, Roscoe and I did a demonstration. I bottomed. He liked my ass a lot and was genuinely enthusiastic. I knew Roscoe had little control over his orgasms, and he shot off quite quickly.
He pulled out briefly and ejaculated on my anus then pushed the sperm back into my ass. Julius and Anthony were watching closely, but that little episode got Anthony going big time. Anything involving sperm rang his chimes. When Roscoe finished ejaculating, he pulled out.
"If you like a well lubricated ass, feel free to take a poke." I said. "Roscoe shoots a big load. There room for more man cream."
"You go first Julius," Anthony said. "Fill him up." Anthony stepped up to the plate and nudged his thick tool into my ass. He was careful and slow at first, but he soon realized I was into it, and my warm, tight ass worked its magic. With Roscoe's thin cock, only his cock head worked my prostate. Julius was thick and every movement worked the tender gland. I almost passed out it was so good.
He shot off about ten minutes later. I could feel him squirting. A second or two passed between the time Julius pulled out and Anthony slipped his cock in my. He lasted almost fifteen minutes. Eventually, the sperm stew in my ass was too much for him. He had a spectacular, full-body orgasm. It was as if every organ and muscle in his body was focused on filling my ass with his balls' contents.
I assumed that they would cool down and go home, but Roscoe had a short recharge time. He had been talking with Julius as the watched Anthony in action. Roscoe did some explaining, but he also worked a finger into Julius's ass and found his prostate.
"A finger is good, but a cock is better," Roscoe said. He paused and then added, "My cock is nice and thin; it's easy to take. Some guys hardly notice it until they shoot off. It's a different feeling when you pop during a prostate massage." Everyone was exceptionally excited by then, and Roscoe was convincing. He was also gentle.
With Julius on his back and his legs on Roscoe's shoulders, he eased his thin probe into Julius's tight hole. At any sign of pain, Roscoe pulled away. He added lubricant and then pushed in slightly deeper. After the third or fourth time, Julius relaxed and it was easier. Both men wanted the entire organ lodged deep.
By this time, Anthony had recovered from his orgasm and was watching with obvious excitement. Naked men cannot hide sexual excitement. Roscoe increased the pace of his thrusts and then unloaded. Roscoe seemed to be very skilled as he shot off. He pulled out slowly, ejaculating as he did.
When he pulled out, Anthony came forward and inserted his much thicker cock into Julius's cum filled rectum. Julius was open and welcoming. On the second of third thrust, Julius shot off hands free. His twitching ass pulled Anthony's trigger and he added his own special brew to his lover's ass.
When Anthony pulled out, sperm drooled from the well-used hole. Anthony dropped to his knees and licked the opalescent fluids. He collected it on his tongue and then swallowed. I did my bit as licked up Julius's sperm from his hairy gut. The two men calmed down and went home.
I spent the next half hour fucking Roscoe to heaven and back. This was not a therapeutic or educational fuck. This was a, "horny as hell and needing to be my rocks off," fuck. Roscoe loved it.
Afterwards, Roscoe told me had had an old friend who would like to meet me. "He's a nice guy, but really shy and kind of ugly." Roscoe explained. "I mentioned that you were a coach. That excited him a lot. I didn't tell him that you would do anything, but I think he would like it."
Roscoe had been so good with Julius and Anthony that I said I would meet him, if we could arrange a time. That was fine with Roscoe.
Roscoe was not exactly Brad Pitt, so if he thought his friend was ugly, I wondered what he looked like. I found out a few days later. Roscoe's pal, Edmund, was twice his size and had a poorly repaired cleft pallet. What you could see of his face under his beaver sized red beard was not symmetrical. He was a laborer on the city crew. We talked a little and then I asked them if they would like to go to the hot tub.
I had noticed that Edmund had showered and his clothes were old and worn but clean. He and Roscoe had been neighbors as children. Edmund protected Roscoe from bullies and Roscoe helped him with school. He had been on the city crew for over 20 years and was making good money. He had a perfect attendance record and the head of the crew could depend on him in rain, snow, and any other emergency. The crew called him Bulldozer. When no heavy equipment was available, Bulldozer would fill the gap.
Edmund had the body of an old fashioned, pre-steroids strong man. It was graceless, but powerful. He possessed a hairy chest and a treasure trail. I think he was shocked when I stripped. After Roscoe took his clothes off, he undressed. The water in the tub almost overflowed when he got in. I turned on the jets and he liked that.
"You guys have known each other since you were kids?" I asked.
"We were next door neighbors and best friends," Roscoe said. "We did everything together for years. His folks moved away in 10th Grade, but we still saw each other."
"I had a friend like that, Randy. His dad got transferred to another city, and I never had another friend quite like him," I said. "We like to go exploring in the neighborhood. There was a woods nearby. We could go there and be way from our parents. It seemed like an adventure. We found a little pond and went skinny-dipping. I had never seen anyone else naked before that."
"Did you like that?" Roscoe said.
"I did and I still do," I replied.
"You must have seen a lot of bare naked guys as a coach," Edmund said.
"I sure did, I liked the scenery, but it was much better in the coaches' showers," I said. "Were you on a school team?"
"Only on the JV wrestling team," he replied. "I started working after school when I was 15. No one knew I was that young. I was always a big guy."
I smiled. "I bet you matured early. I did too," I said. "It's funny, I was embarrassed at being fully developed at 15; other guys looked like they were ten or twelve."
"I thought mine was too big. Roscoe was the only one who liked it," Edmund said. "The other boys joked about it."
"I hope you know that there is no such thing as cock that is too big!" I said.
"You like them big?" he asked.
"I sure do," I said as I slipped into the water and went over to him for a closer look. I stuck the tip of my tongue into his foreskin's pucker. He shivered.
"I shoot off easily," he whispered.
"Edmund, that is why we are here!" I said.