All State
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
I'm Coach Al Grant of Central Sate and I started the All State tradition about 15 years ago. Every coach realizes a few men on his team have more than the usual attachment to their coach. Sometimes it's a daddy-son relationship, sometimes it's a straight forward liking for authority figures. This happens with such regularity I realized it was a natural relationship common to all men on team sports.
It happens to some extent in any academic situation, but tends to take a more sexual expression in the athletic programs more than in the academic. The atmosphere in the locker and shower rooms tends to enhance the potential. Certainly the professor of English or Organic Chemistry never expects their classes to strip naked and shower together. The most difficult problems in Calculus or demanding essay in English doesn't get the student so hot, he needs to strip off his shirt. English or Physics aren't contact sports.
I recognized the problem, but couldn't act on it. I like naked men as much as anyone, but letting my team members know this, or taking advantage of them to indulge my interests was simply unacceptable. Sex is one thing, but abuse of authority is another. Everyone in collegiate level sports was legally adult, so that wasn't a problem. I didn't feel I could use my team members that way, even though I knew they were more than willing to be used.
The All State tradition got started because of the most exciting sexual experience of my youth. This was two nights spent with a coach at a tournament at the end of my stay at college. It came about as an accident. The hotel we were staying in had misbooked the rooms; I was left without a room.
In the confusion in the lobby, Coach Varanian from Tech offered to let me stay with him. He had a double room, but his assistant coach had been unable to attend, so it was free. I had seen Varanian at matches and while I wasn't that enthusiastic about rooming with a guy I didn't know, you couldn't say no.
I run the football program now, but in college I was a wrestler. Varanian was the wrestling coach for Tech. I stowed my stuff in the room and went off to the matches for the night. If I say so myself, I was good and at the top of my form that night. I easily made it though the preliminary matches without breaking a sweat.
When I got back to the room at 10:00, it was empty. I changed into shorts and turned on the television. The coach got back at 10:30. He was pissed. His team wasn't very good, but had been particularly bad that night. They were on the verge of going home, eliminated in the first round. He vented for a while, then stopped. "Sorry about that! I'm not a whiner, but it's hard to stop complaining once you've started," he said. "You sure had a good night."
"You noticed?"
"Kid, everybody noticed," Varanian said. He was taking off his clothes. "Have you tried the shower yet?" he asked.
"Nope."
"The last hotel I was at had no hot water and low water pressure," he said. He was down to his under shorts now. Varanian was the hairiest man I had ever seen. With his clothes on he looked short and dumpy. Almost naked, I could see he was stocky, but made of solid muscle. I was a country boy from rural Virginia and we didn't have any Armenians. I didn't know men could be that hairy.
I must have been staring. He smiled. "You've never seen a real gorilla man before, have you?"
"I'm sorry," I stammered.
He laughed. "Don't worry, I scare the little kids away at the beach," he said. "You're not scared, are you?"
"Not at all," I said. "I thought I was hairy." I was pretty hairy for an Anglo-Saxon redneck, but nothing like Varanain.
"You sure look like a man to me," he said. He stripped off his shorts and stood naked before me. Then he turned and went into the bathroom. I heard him turn on the shower. If he had stayed in the room, I would have stared at his cock for a while too. He was uncut and pretty beefy. I wasn't very experienced then, but I did have a pretty good idea he had a respectable piece of meat.
He showered for about five minutes and dried off. He came back into the room still naked and drying his hair with a towel. This gave me some uninterrupted time to look at him. I was getting turned on. I was just wearing under shorts and he saw I was getting hard. He returned to the bath and brushed his hair.
I knew he saw my erection. I figured I was dead meat, but if I was lucky, he would pretend nothing had happened. He was talking to me from the bathroom, so I hoped he was going to forget it. My cock wasn't going to forget it; it was getting harder. When I realized this, I reached for the covers to hide it, but Varanian came back in the room. I was never so embarrassed in my life.
I saw him smiling at me.
"Al, we're all adults here. We're both men, that's nothing I haven't seen before." he said. I looked at him. I was on the bed and he was standing, his cock was at my eye level. He was well beyond half staff. His cock was sticking straight out and his cock head was peaking out of his foreskin. He stepped closer.
"Do you suck cock?" he asked.
"I didn't until today," I said. I took his cock into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before; it was a shock. I had quite a bit of experience with women, but nothing approached my reaction to Varanian's cock. Sex with girls was good, but no blue ribbon. The coach's cock was like fireworks on the 4th of July. I was overwhelmed. I didn't feel any drive to fuck a woman; if they threw themselves at me, I was willing to take advantage. Varanian was different.
He had just showered, but there was a strong man scent to him. When I sucked his cock head, a glob of precum emerged from his slit and that drove me crazy. I had tasted my own precum and cum, but nothing approached my reaction to the Coach's cock juice.
In the locker rooms we had all joked about cock suckers and I had assumed sucking cock was a mark of effeminacy. Much to my surprise, when I sucked Varanian's cock a wave of intensely masculine feeling swept over me.
"Get naked and let me at your cock!" Varanian ordered. I frantically pulled my shorts down and got on the bed. He sucked me and I sucked him. I thought he was hard after I started to suck him, but the minute he started to suck me, his cock bloated some more. One of the guys on the hall my first year in college had said fags gave the best blow jobs. I discovered the truth of that.
I matched my movement to his, deep throating when he deep throated me. His cock was a good fit for me and he had no trouble taking all of mine. I was longer than him, but his meat was twice as thick.
"I'm going to shoot!" I cried. That didn't seem to bother him at all. As soon as I had my first ejaculation, he spurted some cum into my mouth. We traded shots for a while until our balls were drained. I felt drained too.
Varanian rotated his position, and lay next to me. "You're doing all right?" he asked.
"Sure, it was great," I replied. We were silent for a while. "I didn't guess it would be that good."
"Are you new to this?" he asked.
"Kind of."
"What does that mean?"
"I am new to this. It's my first time," I confessed.
He got close to me and whispered, "Grant, I'm not new to this at all. I've done it a lot and I'm damn good at it." he said. "I'm also horny as hell. How would you like a crash course in man sex." I guess I was too scared and too excited to say anything. I just lay there. That didn't seem to worry him.
"I know what you're thinking. Don't think. Let your cock do your decision making," he said. "I've popped a few cherries and introduced several guys to the world of man sex. Only one or two have been as good as you are on your first run. You're a born cock sucker and cum hound. You loved it, didn't you?"
"I guess I did."
"On a one to ten scale, how would you rank it?"
"Ten, maybe 12," I said. He laughed. As he laughed he reached over and stroked my cock. I was already hard again. He got up and went to his suitcase. He rummaged around in it and found a tube of K-Y and a small bottle.
Varanian coated my cock with the K-Y; it felt great. He straddled me, took a sniff of whatever was in the bottle and then sat back on my cock. I was never so shocked in my life. I hadn't guessed he would do that.
My cock slid deeply into his ass without effort. His hole was tight, but non-resisting. It was tighter than any cunt I had fucked and Varanian seemed to like it more than any girl I had played with. I sure liked it a lot more. His ass was hot and quivering. He was skewered on my cock, showing a raging hard-on and was undulating his hips. I realized he was massaging my cock with his ass. He also raised his body, then sank back on my cock, pumping my cock with his ass muscles.
It took a while for me to shoot of a second time. A good fifteen minutes of fucking. I couldn't believe he would let me fuck him. I was kind of honored he would do it for me. The physical sensation of fucking his ass was good too. Good isn't strong enough a word to express what I was feeling.
I shot my second load of the night deep inside his ass. He only got off when I lost my erection. I fell asleep.
Later that night, I woke. He was still in bed with me and was rubbing his hard cock in my ass crack. Varanian told me he was almost a total top.
"I love fucking, but the top is best for me. I only bottom for kids I want to fuck later," he whispered. "I've got a real warm spot for young studs who are still virgin, but want it bad. Nothing turns me on more than shooting my load in an ass that had never been touched before. To be the first to pop my cock though that tight ass hole and fill it with my man cream is as good as it gets."
"I don't know if I want to," I said.
"It's up to you," Varanian replied. I couldn't decide what to do. His cock was big and I didn't think it would fit. As a matter of fact, I wasn't too sure any cock would fit. It had been really exciting to fuck Varanian. He enjoyed it and I was curious.
I shifted in the bed and somehow my ass hole and Varanian's cock were touching. The Coach seemed to think that was an invitation. I was shocked, but very excited. To this day, I wasn't sure if I unconsciously moved to encourage him.
He was ready. The lubricant was next to the bed; soon his cock was covered in the stuff and poking at my hole. "Just relax, Al," he said, "it may sting some at first. If it does, just tell me. I don't mind taking my time."
Sting wasn't the word for it. He stopped and let me catch my breath while he added more lubricant. It was a little better the next time, and still easier the third time. I think his cock head was in, but I sure wasn't too enthusiastic about it.
"You need to relax some, try a sniff of this," he said. He handed me a small bottle.
"What is it?"
"Poppers," he said.
"What's it do?"
"Just take a good snort and you'll find out," he replied. I did as he asked. There was a strong, unpleasant chemical smell. I didn't like it at all. I wasn't impressed until a warm, tingly feeling spread over me and my ass lost any resistance to Varanian's cock. One minute his cock was too big for me, then five or six seconds later I couldn't get enough of it in my ass.
I was in love with the hairy Armenian, but most of all with his cock. The feeling only lasted for a minute or two, but after it passed I had made peace with the Coach's cock. I was grinding my ass; forcing his rock hard cock to squeeze my prostate. I was in heaven.
"I'm going to shoot too fast," he said as he pulled out of my ass. "I need to cool off some." My ass relaxed and closed up tight. Varanian didn't need to cool off for long and he had his cock head at my hole again. He thrust again, but got no where.
"Maybe I could have another sniff of that stuff again?" I asked.
"You liked it, didn't you? I love the stuff, it sure gets you over the rough spots, doesn't it?" Varanian said. "Let's take off the training wheels and get down and dirty." He got out of the bed, rolled me on my back and got my legs on his shoulders. I took a deep sniff of the bottle and we went at it. Once he got his cock back in my hole, he took the bottle from me and took a deep breath of the fluid.
I couldn't believe how good the sex was. He was pounding like a mad man. My prostate was his punching bag. I moaned when I couldn't hold back my climax any longer. "That's it! I'm shooting too!" he exclaimed. Our orgasms merged. We relaxed, then I showered and went to breakfast. I remembered all the old coaches' requirements to refrain form sex before a match. I had disobeyed all the rules.
I also won my weight class in the tournament that afternoon. I was relaxed and firmly in control. It was my best day. After five I had nothing to do. I had won, but the awards ceremony wasn't until the next day at noon. Varanian's team was out of the running. I was afraid he would go home.
That night I went off to dinner with my teammates and got back to the room by 9:00. Several of the guys still had matches the next morning, and we never celebrated until everyone could celebrate. Varanian's luggage was still in the room when I returned.
We had another great night. I didn't sleep much, but I enjoyed every moment of it. I got my trophy the next day and our team won first place. We all had a festive time on the bus ride home. Our coach, John Snyder, offered to drive me back to my apartment. I lived a fair way out of town.
"I hope you didn't mind staying with Coach Varanian," he said. "You may have missed out on some the horse play, but it seemed to help your wrestling."
"No problem at all, Coach Snyder. He's a nice guy."
"You can learn a lot from a man like him. His team isn't good, but that's not his problem. He's only been there for two years and it's hard to build up a good team in so short a time," Snyder said. "He was impressed by you. He said you were a fast learner. You pick up things quickly."
"He was helpful," I said. I didn't exactly know what to say.
"I thought you'd like him. I figure you two would like the same things. He gave me this for you. He said you'd like it,." Snyder said as he handed me a bottle of poppers. "He gets the good stuff. They really help me to enjoy myself."
"You know?" I asked.
"Don't worry, we're all part of the same fraternity," Snyder replied.