All State 11 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 was surprised when Ashton called me at home a day before the Christmas Holiday. He said he wanted to see me again. He had a friend who wanted to meet me.
"Ashton, that was a one time only event. This isn't a service I provide," I said. I sure didn't want Ashton to think he was in love with me.
"My friend really needs to talk with you," Ashton replied. He dropped his voice. "Brad is my best friend in the world. He tried to kill himself, but I stopped him. He's gay and, well, he's really confused. I thought maybe you could help."
"He should see a psychiatrist, or talk to his parents," I said sternly.
"This is a Christian School, the counselors here would turn him in. His Dad would kill him. He's a preacher, a big time Southern Baptist," Ashton said. I could tell he was desperate. "He trusts coaches."
"Okay, you can come and see me, but I'm going to tell him to see professional help," I said. I sure didn't want to get into this sort of problem, but Ashton was panicking. With his blinkered background, I knew he didn't know what to do.
Emmanuel College was about three hours away. Ashton and his friend Brad arrived the next morning at nine or so. Brad was, if anything, better looking than Ashton, but he looked as if he had been through a ringer. He looked a bit like Burt Reynolds in his youth, very handsome, but all man. He was handsome, but not pretty at all like some male models.
Brad didn't want to talk, but once he started he exploded into a litany of his faults and short comings. He had disappointed his parents; was awash in sin; was going to burn in hell forever; was a worthless fag addicted to unnatural sex and would be hated by everyone if they ever found out. It was better if he died than to humiliate his parents and friends with his dark secret.
It turned out he had never had sex with another person, male or female, but he "lusted with his eyes and heart," which was just as bad. That's the way he saw it. He did jerk off and each orgasm was another nail in the coffin as far as he was concerned. He went on and on until I told him to shut up.
"Brad, I have never heard so much shit in my entire life! Where in hell did you get all that stuff?" I asked.
"Dad," he said. "I was home schooled."
"Brad, if your father was teaching you that stuff, I think your father has bigger problems than you do."
"He just wants me to be perfect, so I will be saved," Brad replied. Well, it took two hours of conversation to get Brad into a more reasonable frame of mind. It was as if he had been raised in a bubble and knew nothing of the real world. He had been taught to avoid being exposed to any outside influences.
When I told him I was gay, Brad was shocked, then relieved. When Ashton told him he was gay too, Brad looked as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Poor Brad thought he was the only gay boy in the nation who lived outside of San Francisco and New York. His vision of gay men was determined by snide comments and jokes. It hadn't occurred to him he was in daily contact with gay men and they all looked and acted much like him.
Once the fundamental misconceptions were cleared up, Brad was receptive and willing to break out of his old ways of thinking. He had the experience on the road to Damascus and he wanted to know more. He was the classic convert.
I made a big lunch of burgers and fries for the boys. Both ate like a horse. Afterward we went into my basement weight room. They worked out and talked while watching a game on a wide screen TV. I had a feeling Brad would feel better doing `man' stuff, and I was right.
Brad and Ashton got into it. They were sweating like pigs, so we changed into gym shorts before they stunk up their clothes. The laundry was in the basement, so I washed their clothes.
Ashton and Brad were both jocks, but they weren't on the same teams. They were friends, but had never ben roommates. As they stripped down and changed into shorts, I realized they had never seen each other nude. I could feel the tension in the room rise.
The basement room was originally served as a guest room, so it had a shower. I had added a hot tub. I was at that age when a good hot soaking after heavy exercise was a good thing. At least I could move afterwards.
Brad was uneasy. I knew he wanted to get it on with Ashton, but I was in the way. When we both told him we were gay, Brad hadn't put one and one together. I decided to help them out. This wasn't entirely out of the generosity of my heart. I was feeling some release would be nice for me too.
"Hit the shower, boys!" I ordered. "I've got the hot tube on, so you can have a nice relaxing soak afterwards." They did as they were told. They were good boys who did what Coach wanted. As they showered, I got in the tub and turned the jets on.
A few minutes later Ashton joined me. A minute later Brad got out of the bath. He had wrapped a towel around his waist. "Drop the towel and join us," I ordered. He looked embarrassed, but he did it. Brad was uncut and thick. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't soft either. His cock head was poking from the stretched skin.
"We are all boys here. There no need to be modest," I said. "God gave all the same basic equipment."
"I guess you're right," Brad admitted. "It's hard to get used to. No one even went shirtless at home."
"That's the way my family was too," I said. "I never understood it. The preacher at church said we were all made in our maker's image, but it was bad to show it. It didn't make any sense."
"I never thought of it that way," Brad said. "The body was bad for Dad and Mom. It was dirty."
" They never discussed sex, I bet." I observed.
"Yes, they did once. They told me not to do it." Brad said
Ashton laughed. "That was the only advice on the subject my parents gave me too. Do you think we're related?"
"If that's the case, all of us are related," I said. "It's odd. I think my parents told me nothing helpful to keep me safe and pure. What they actually did was make me figure it out by myself. Somehow the information you get from other teen-aged kids is not terribly accurate. I knew kids who thought girls could get pregnant by swimming in a pool when boys had been there earlier and masturbation causes blindness."
"You mean you can't?" Brad said.
"The current feeling, scientific, not religious, is that regular sex is good for you. It cleans out the pipes," I said. "And if masturbation causes blindness, I'd be blind ten times over."
"You do it a lot?" Brad asked.
"When I can't find the real thing," I said. "If it feels good, I do it. Very simple rule which governs my life."
"Real thing?"
"With another person," I said. "Sex is one of those activities which is always better done with a friend or lover. With two people you don't just double the enjoyment, you quadruple it."
Ashton smiled. "With three, is it nine times as good?" he asked.
"You're a Math major?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm not sure if it would be nine times as good, but I'd be willing to experiment." It was getting hot in the tub, so I got up and sat on the edge. I was well beyond half staff. Brad's eyes bugged out so far, I was afraid they might pop out and fall into the hot tub.
I just let him look, making no effort to hide my cock. My cock was at the boys' eye level. Ashton stared at it. Brad averted his eyes, but when he realized Ashton wasn't doing the same, he looked at it again.
"Brad, I figure a man's house is his castle. I make the rules here, not your father." I said. "In my house it's all right to be naked and it's all right to like cocks."
"Is it all right to play with cocks?" Ashton asked. He stood exposing his erection.
"Not only is it okay, I think of it as being just plain cordial," I said. Ashton reached over and touched my cock. Brad stood. He too was sporting a first rate boner. He tentatively reached out in the direction of my genitals. "Come join us." I said. Brad touched my cock; he looked relieved. I'm not sure if he thought God was going to send a lightening bolt, or if it might bite him. It didn't do either.
"I don't know about you boys, but I'm in the mood for some fun. You think a cock's for making babies. I know it's the organ of pleasure. If you're interested. I'd be glad to give you a tour."
"I'm game," Ashton blurted out.
"I want to, but . . ." Brad murmured.
"Brad, do what you want, not what you think you should want," Ashton said. "Coach is a nice guy. You'll have a great time."
"Can you let yourself go?" I asked of Brad.
"What do you mean?"
"You can't enjoy life if you won't let yourself enjoy it," I explained. "Sex is man's most pleasurable activity. It's amazing there are lots of people who don't know that. They have so many hang ups, rules, regulations and requirements, they can't enjoy it. Half-hearted sex isn't sex at all."
"I'm so fucking horny," Brad whimpered. I leaned over and licked his cock head. Brad moaned.
I can't say Brad was able to completely overcome all of his hang-ups during the course of this one afternoon, but he made a good start. A really good start. Brad was young and had been storing enough cum in his balls to impregnate half of the women in the country. When I sucked him the first time, he shot off when I deep throated him.
It was a gully washer of an orgasm. The cum just kept on coming, ejaculation after ejaculation. I swallowed three times, and still had a mouth filled with his seed. I got ready to tell him to relax and the urge for sex would shortly return. After that monster orgasm, Brad didn't even lose his erection. He was ready to go again as soon as cum stopped dribbling from his cock.
Ashton sucked me and Brad got into the swirling water and sucked Ashton. During the next hour or so we explored every possible combination of cock and mouth possible with three men. Once he got into it, it was clear Brad was a genuine cock hound.
We went up stairs to my bed room. Ashton had dozed off after he had cum for the second time. Brad was sucking on my cock popsicle style. He wasn't quite as over wound as he had been earlier, so I gave him some lessons in cock sucking. In his eagerness to suck he hadn't noticed the difference between cum and pre cum. He learned how to milk it from my balls.
I got Brad to scoot around and we 69d. He learned about the sensitive areas on the cock, the rim of the head, the spot on the underside of the cock where the skin joins the head. I licked him and found his hot spots, discovering a tongue licking his ass hole did a job on him. Brad went crazy. I like oral sex as much as any man, but anal is the direct road to my heart. Assuming Brad was as timid as he seemed, I hadn't considered introducing the boys to fucking. Ashton knew about it, but I wanted to top and that seemed as if I might be rushing the boys' "education." It didn't seem like a good idea. That is, until my tongue licked its way into Brad's ass. If a guy likes a tongue, he may very well be willing to accommodate a friendly cock.
I licked a finger and worked it into Brad's ass. I found his ripe and plump prostate right away. Pressing it, he almost passed out it felt so good. I had found a way to fill the rest of the afternoon. Ashton woke up.
"I feel like kicking things up a notch," I said. "Are you boys ready to get wild and crazy?"
"I sure am!" Brad answered, much to my surprise. "What is your plan?"
"Well, to put it a bit baldly, my plan is to slowly work my cock into your ass and fuck you silly." I said.
"Do you think I'll like that?" Brad asked.
"I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure you will."
"That's good enough for me," Brad said. "It's been a wild day already. I can't believe it could get any better."
"When it's good, it can be more intense than sucking," I said. "Is that the way it felt to you, Ashton?"
"That's the way it seemed to me. I fucked Coach, so I don't know what it would feel like to take a cock in my ass," Ashton said. "Coach sure liked it."
"You did?" Brad asked.
"Sure. It's great. I like getting fucked," I said. "I never give what I can't take."
"If you fuck me, can I fuck you?" Brad asked.
"Sure, both of you can fuck me, turn about is fair play." I said. "I need to go first. I need a good erection if I'm going to pop your cherry. I tend to shoot off easily when you're doing a prostrate massage with a cock. Do you mind?"
"No, I'm ready," Brad said.
I smiled. "You're not quite ready yet. Let's open you up some." I reached for some lubricant in the night table. I also had a new bottle of Jungle Juice there and I opened it. Brad might need some encouraging.
I got him on his back on the edge of the bed. Ashton held Brad's legs open. I squirted some lube on my hand and slowly worked into his ass. I looked at the handsome boy. Two hours earlier Brad was worried someone might find out he was gay. He was no longer a virgin and he was waiting for a man he hadn't known a day earlier who was going to force his sex organ to his virgin ass.
Brad was all man, his body was weight room hard, muscular and hairy. His ass alone was small, tender and pink. My cock was hard and bloated. Sometimes I didn't get that hard, but it was good today. It didn't seem possible it would fit. I was worried, then I looked at Brad's cock. It was rock hard and drooling precum.
Ashton coated my cock and I pressed my cock head into Brad's ass. The pink opening didn't give. "Open up, Brad. Let me in." I knew he wanted it, but his ass wasn't cooperating. I took the bottle of poppers, opening and held it to Brad's nose. "Take a long sniff!" I ordered. He did as he was told.
A second later the amyl hit his nervous system. Brad moaned and then his ass opened and invited my cock deep into his body. Once my cock head cleared his sphincter Brad was mine. He wiggled his ass and hips to get my cock into every part of his ass, crazed with lust.
He was having trouble breathing, so I pulled out. When Brad got his bearings he had discovered the joys of anal sex. I told him to get on his hands and knees. I wanted to fuck him doggy style. This time there was no resistance to the invader. From this angle I made a direct hit on his prostate. Brad was in pig heaven.
He reared up, shooting his load like a Roman candle. Ashton raced over and sucked up the cum from his friend's spewing cock. I liked that. Ashton was getting into it.
I pulled out again. Brad collapsed on the bed like a limp washrag. I was feeling good, but I still had a full load. Ashton looked at me. He knew I was still ready for action.
"How many cherries can you pop in one day?" he asked.
I smiled. "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's more than two. Are you interested?" He nodded and got on his back.
He was bigger and more massive than Brad. His hole was not as tight, but he didn't respond as enthusiastically as Brad when I fingered him. When I pushed, my cock eased in. I didn't penetrate the sphincter, but I was close. Brad held the bottle of Jungle Juice and gave Ashton a snort.
It's hard to believe, but it felt as if Ashton's ass sucked my cock in. His ass was warm and quivering, but curiously not as stimulating as Brad's. I fucked him for a good fifteen minutes before I shot off. When I pulled out, Brad was hard again. He replaced me. Ashton loved that.