Coach 9 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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A few days later, I had scheduled a wrestling match with Cory and Hal. Hal was bringing a friend who was into wrestling. Our first match had been a success and we were all ready to do it again. I asked Hal if his friend was into it.
Hal smiled. "My pal Jake isn't a very good wrestler, but he real good about losing, if you get my drift," he said. "Real good!" I knew what that meant.
Toby called me on Saturday morning and asked if he could come by. I told him I was busy, and then told him about the wrestling match. He said he would try to get together another time and hung up. Five minutes later, he called back.
"Is there any chance your buddies would like to have another wrestler? I wrestled a little in high school," he asked.
"I am pretty sure they would love another participant," I said. "You know these guys are gay, and the wrestling is just an excuse for sex? You don't know any of them," I explained.
"I know that," Toby said.
"You know the winner gets to fuck the loser? You would be expected to open up for any one of them," I said.
"Do you think I might lose?" he asked. "Do they shoot off in you?"
"I can't tell if you will win or lose. Shooting off is the reason for the matches. Where they shoot is up to the winner," I said. "If you are really excited you may not have control." I knew that sometimes men lost on purpose if they liked the guy they were with, or just wanted the experience. "It's at 2:00. Come by if you want.
Cory, Hal and Jake were on time; Toby arrived a few minutes later. As I expected, the other men were more than willing to play with Toby. Toby liked what he saw too. Jake was a beefy, dirty blond, who had a slight baby face and a close cropped beard. You could tell he was a former jock, but you also knew his main exercise recently had been pressing the buttons on the remote control, and getting the Doritos and dip from the kitchen.
We went to my rec room and stripped. Jake was pale with swirling blond hair on his chest and flowing towards his bush. He was also unexpectedly well hung. He had a thick, uncut seven incher, framed by big balls. All of them soon belonged to a mutual admiration society. None of them fit gay stereotypes. That rang Toby chimes.
Toby connected to Cory first. He had the build of a football player and that was good. They wrestled vigorously and Toby won the first match; he was quite a bit bigger. Toby suggested they do the best two out of three. Toby then wrestled with Hal as Cory played with Jake. Jake's seven-inch tool, turned into an eight and a half inch rectal probe. It got thicker too. When they stopped playing, Toby saw Jake's cock. I think Toby might have just discovered he was a size queen.
We took a break to have a drink and catch our breath. Toby got along with everyone. He seemed to be comfortable with being naked and did not object to the obviously sexual atmosphere of the matches. Jake loved it.
"You know, I was raised in a conservative, Baptist home. The general rule was that if you enjoyed it, it was probably bad and sinful," Jake said. "I have two brothers and three sisters. I still can believe my folks did it six times. It could have been six virgin births, but I'm not much like Jesus. Mom was forever telling us how awful our births were. We all but killed her. The worst thing possible was to get a girl pregnant. That was the sort of blot that would leave you condemed to the fires of hell forever and ever."
"You seem to have escaped from that approach to life," Toby said.
"I was lucky. One of my brothers is a hellfire and damnation preacher, and two of my sisters are spinster teachers. I was the oldest and biggest boy. One of my uncles broke his leg and I went to help him on the farm. I had graduated from high school and thought I might join the Army. I learned about sex at the farm," he said.
"Did you learn from your Uncle?" I asked.
"No, I don't think he was into that. There were two next-door neighbors, Henry and George, who helped. The break in my Uncle's leg was bad. He was in pain most of the time and could not do much of anything. I had never been on a farm and was clueless. Henry and George told me what to do. I am a fast learner, and we got along well."
"They were cheerful guys and fun to be with. They did not go to church. Henry said they were members of the First Church of the Druid Horn dogs. I walked in on them going at it with a neighbor. At first, I was shocked, but I soon realized they were having fun. When you are eighteen, the fun was more attractive than the shock," he said.
"I think it works the same way when you are fifty-five!" Toby said. "What happened next?"
"George saw me looking. He told me to either join in or go back to the farm. I did not want to join in, but I really didn't want to leave either. George told me to get naked or get scarce. No one had seen my cock and I soon realized it was a hit. I didn't know it was big and I had no clue as to what you could do with it," Jake said.
"Luckily, Henry and George knew exactly what I could do with it. They weren't pretty, but they made up for that with their willingness to help me out. You might think that the old guys would take advantage of me, but it was the other way around. I went from being a total virgin to being a master fucker in a half hour. George said I had a gift for fucking," he explained. Toby looked a little dubious.
"I can vouch for that," Cory said. "I've been fucked and didn't like it much. Somehow, Jake talked me into it and damn, if I wasn't doing a fancy dance on his pole in no time flat. I was shocked."
"Did it hurt?" Toby asked. "I really don't know. I know I had the best orgasm ever, but the rest is a haze," Cory said. "I feel like wrestling again." Cory and Hal made up the first match.
The phone rang and I answered it. It was Randy. He was back in town and wanted to come over. I told we were having a wrestling match.
"Is this a winner fucks the loser thing?" he asked. I told him it was.
"Is there room for one more?" he asked. I told him there was. I knew no one in the group would object.
Five minutes later, Randy was naked and wrestling with Jake. He had been parked in front of the house when he called me.
Toby was standing next to me as we watched. Jake and Randy excited him.
"I hope Randy wins," he said. "I'd like to wrestle with him. I think I could win."
I smiled. "You never know. If you lost would it be a big problem?" I asked.
Toby looked me in the eye. "I don't think so," he relied. "That might actually be an opportunity," he added in a whisper. Randy won and he and Toby faced off.
It was a good match, but men were naturally competitive. They may have had a sexual agenda, but once they were wrestling, their instincts took over. Randy beat the older man. It was time for the awards ceremony. I am pretty sure that Cory, Jake and Hal would normally have taken their prizes in the form of sperm distribution already, but Randy and Toby were hot men. They were willing to congratulate the winner and console the loser. It was a win-win situation for them.
Everyone was hot-to-trot, but no one was rushed. The wrestling fantasy ended and we became a group of me who ready, willing and able to connect sexually. There was no slow build up. I had lube available and we were all ready to fuck.
I discovered that Jake's ass was a sexual amusement park. He was experienced, a confirmed bottom and he was willing to please. That was good for Toby. Jake was not shy or embarrassed by his interests at all. He made sure that everyone knew what he liked and how much he enjoyed every cock that tickled his prostate. Toby was more timid, but realized no one would think badly of him if he admitted he liked man sex.
Cory had won most of his matches. He was a vigorous fucker and he liked to pull out just short of an orgasm. He tended to lose interest after he shot off, so he delayed that as long as possible. He pulled out of Hal to avoid shooting off. I pulled out of Jake and filled Hal's void.
Toby and Randy then tag teamed Jake's ass. Jake was in heaven, and the two fuckers enjoyed it too. Cory returned to Hal and I went to Jake. That left Randy and Toby unoccupied. Randy did not say anything but he wanted to screw Toby. Toby knew it was his turn.
He took it like a man. Randy had a thick cock, which wasn't ideal for novice, but he was also careful and he took his time. I might have taken more time, but Toby was a man's man, and being too delicate would have insulted him.
Randy shot an impressive load into him. Cory came over to Toby afterwards. He talked briefly with Toby and then nosed his thinner tool into the freshly opened ass. His cock was easier to take than Randy's was and I think it hit the right spots. Cory got excited after the first few minutes and he got into it big time. He had a very vocal orgasm. I think that flattered Toby.
Randy has a short recharge time, and he came back for seconds. This time they connected and bonded. I was afraid this would be too much for Toby, but I think he had a sexual deficit of many years and this was good.
In videos, often you see the men in a gangbang treating the bottom like dirt. Hal and Jake would have willingly traded places with Toby. We all had a good time, switching sexual playmates. Once Toby made peace with being fucker, he seemed to enjoy the top more. Knowing that he could reciprocate freed him to be bolder. We were all pals by the time we broke up.
A friend back home died and I went back to the funeral. I saw many old friends, but I discovered that I missed my new role as a sex coach. Sex on a monthly basis had seemed wild a crazy when I was coaching. Doing it daily seemed hardly adequate now. I wanted more and I was excited and turned on as I drove home. Freddy had a patient waiting for me.
Julian was the older half of a gay couple. He was fifty-five and his partner, Billy, was forty. Julian was ultra-vanilla. He had a limited range of sexual activities he liked. He was afraid that Billy wanted more and that he would leave unless Julian did more.
I asked Freddy if he had talked to Billy. He had. They were a Mutt and Jeff pair. Julian was a short, stocky stockbroker, a very successful broker, according to Freddy. Billy was a good looking, well-built carpenter. He wasn't poor, but he was not close to Julian's economic level. Billy had a difficult childhood, and Freddy thought that Julian was the father figure he never had. He provided a stable and orderly life that Billy never had.
Julian was an only child and had loving parents. He was not a potential teenaged heartthrob, but he excelled academically. He was a born salesman, but was never sexually desirable.
Several days later Julian came to see me. He didn't cut an impressive figure, but once we started talking he was an engaging and likeable man. In some ways, he had a split personality. He was confident and knowledgeable in social and business situations, but deeply unsure sexually. His lover was tall and good-looking.
"Why don't you ask him what he wants sexually?" I asked.
"I am afraid I wouldn't be able to do what he wants," Julian replied. "What if we did it and I hated it? What if I did it wrong?"
"Well, I can help you with that if you are willing," I said. "Willing is a key requirement." He said he was willing.
"Let's go to the bed room and get naked," I said. Julian was uneasy. "Julian, we've got to start somewhere."
"I know," he replied. We went to the bedroom and stripped. Julian looked chubby and dumpy. Naked he was hairy and chunky, but solid. His pubic bush concealed his equipment.
"You are big," he said.
"Am I bigger than Billy?"
"He's as long as you, but it's thinner," he said. "I am uneasy being naked with another man." I went over to him and fondled his balls.
"There is no reason to be uneasy. We are here for the same reason. We are both adults," I said. His cock responded. He had an uncut fireplug. I stroked it.
"It's short," he said apologetically.
"It's standard issue. I think it looks short because of its thickness," I said. "I have no problems with a fireplug."
"Billy calls it the fireplug too," Julian said.
"He wasn't complaining; was he?" I asked.
"No, but he says it leaks like an old kitchen faucet," he added.
"Take it from me, that isn't a complaint," I said as I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He moaned. Julian was responsive, but his cock was ultra-responsive. I felt appreciated. He did indeed leak, but it was sweet and plentiful precum. I did not need to work for it; it was almost instantaneous. I recognized that he was an excited man. He saw it as a flaw.
"Does Billy ooze much?" I asked.
He nodded as he returned the favor and sucked me. Julian was a timid sucker but he also relaxed some, since he was in familiar territory.
"Let's take a shower," I suggested. He was willing and he relaxed more. He was one of those people who though sex was dirty. The shower was a success. He was comfortable and sucked me with more enthusiasm. I sucked him and washed his hole in the process. Somehow, my finger got in him and pressed his prostate before he had a chance to complain. I do not know if he knew he had a prostate and I know he did not know what it could do. The flow of precum doubled. He moaned.
"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked.
"I sure am, but I'm going to wait until you beg me to fuck you," I said.
"I'm afraid it may be a long wait," he said. It was not a complaint or a challenge. It was a statement of fact from his point of view.
"I doubt that," I replied. We had a good time and he left happy.
About ten minutes later, someone knocked on my door. It was Billy. He though Julian was cheating on him. I asked him in and we talked. I told him right out my job as a sex coach and about Julian's concerns. He knew Julian was worried but he thought he had found a better man. I told him that was all wrong.
"Julian thinks you want more sex and more variety than he has given you," I explained. "Well, he is a bit on a Johnnie-One-Note sexually. He is such a good guy, it doesn't matter," Billy said. "I've not done much anyway. I messed around with some women a while ago, but they don't do much for me. I don't know why."
"Have you ever thought that might be because they are the wrong sex?" I asked.
"Maybe that is the case," he said. "I don't feel gay."
"Gay isn't a one size fits all proposition. I think there is a variety of versions. Julian wants to please you," I said.
Billy smiled at me. "I am willing to be pleased!" he said.
At our next session, I told Julian about my conversation with Billy. I guess one of the rules of therapy is to gain the trust of your client. He felt much better about Billy. He knew he should do more but it was not a rush situation. We showered and he seemed more comfortable and at ease. I had a little surprise for him. Billy was in the next room and joined us in the shower.
Julian was shocked, but natural male hormones quickly took over. Billy was fully erect and ready. Julian was somewhat less enthusiastic, but Billy was a good-looking man and my hormones tool control. We went to the bedroom and I sat on Billy's tool. It was an easy fit and enjoyable. Julian sucked my cock as I bounced on his partner's organ. Billy sucked Julian so we were all occupied.
"Would you like to take my place?" I asked.
"I've never done that, but I might," he replied. "Does it hurt?"
"Not at all, but I am experienced," I said. "I think Billy would let you take your time. It feels great."
"I could sit on yours maybe?" Billy said. "I'd like that." Julian was willing to do that. The fireplug vanished. Julian looked happy, but not as happy as Billy. It must have hit just the right spot. I fed Julian my member and sucked his partner. All was well.
Fifteen minutes later Julian was skewered on Billy's cock as he sucked me and I sucked Julian. I could tell from the precum flow that he was not faking anything. He shot off filling my mouth with the thick stuff. We broke apart and I kissed Billy feeding him his partner's cream. Julian was at Billy's cock and took his load. From his reaction, I could tell he had never done that before, and it was a successful experiment.