All State
Part 16
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 think both Art and Marty knew they were in for. We broke up into two pairs. I was to wrestle Marty. I'm bigger than he, but he wasn't as outmatched with me as he would have been with Art. That left the Walrus matched with Art. It was a good arrangement.
The matches were fun. I was bigger, but Marty was in better shape and more agile. I enjoyed it and my cock enjoyed it even more. Marty won. It was to be the best out of three matches, so we rested as we watched Art and the Walrus go at it. That too was a good bout. Art won the first match.
I won the next match against Marty. We were getting really hot and sweaty. Marty was half hard by the end of the match. The Walrus won the next match. Both he and Art were hard by the time that bout ended. I was wondering how much Marty wanted a cock in his ass. I soon found out; he wanted it bad.
By the time he lost, he was rock hard. Marty watched Art and Wally's the last match on his hands and knees with me pounding his ass. His ass was already lubricated and he took my cock easily. I don't think I was the first. The Walrus fucked Art and both men seemed to like it. There were no more matches that night. Eventually we discovered Marty loved the feel of Art's cock in his ass, and the Walrus acquired a taste for mine. We had a good weekend.
Knowing there would be sex the next weekend. The next week went by quickly. Marty was a find. He had the best gaydar I had ever encountered. He sensed who was gay, who did it and who wanted to do it. His interest was in those who wanted to do it. He liked them virgin and full grown, but inexperienced.
I don't know how he did it, but he found two boys who were qualified and wanted it bad. Each had his own car and could stay over for additional practice. Wayne was a country boy from the sticks. He was a big blond guy, almost muscle bound and shaved smooth. He knew he was handsome and tended to win his matches more through intimidation than skill. He was loud and aggressive.
The other boy, Willard, was smaller and a much better wrestler. He had a cleft pallet, which had been corrected, but he retained a speech impediment. He was shy and quiet. Willard's body was good. I think he was one of those boys who built up his body to make up for his face.
On Friday everyone left, but an hour later Wayne and Willard returned. I cooked a good dinner and we talked wrestling. They were into it big time. After dinner, Marty had it all arranged. Wayne stayed with Art and Willard stayed with me.
To tell the truth, at first I thought I got the second place prize. We went off to shower before bed and I discovered otherwise. I knew Willard's body was good, but I hadn't guessed he was hung like Trigger. He had apricot sized balls and a meaty, uncut cock. The cock didn't hang low, but it was thick and the head was huge. I hate to sound like a superficial person, but the cock made a difference to me. Wally, Marty, Art and Wayne joined us and we all had a nice, leisurely shower. The camp had hot water for 150 guys, so there was no need to hurry.
Wayne was a cock magnet. Willard admired him too, but I was interested in Willard. We went to bed and talked. I was interested in his cock, but as we talked I got to like him. He was a nice kid who thought he was ugly. He wanted to achieve and he wanted to be liked.
I got up the next morning and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Willard woke up with a morning hard. He stood before he realized he was erect. I saw it.
"Sorry about that," he said as he turned beet red.
"You've got nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "That's some real meat you're packing." I said.
He continued to get redder, but he stopped leaving the room. "You think so?"
"I know so," I said. "I've seen tented shorts before, but you've got a circus tent." When I stood up, I was nude and half hard. Willard relaxed some. "We all have the same problem sometimes."
"I see," Willard said, laughing nervously. He was staring at my cock. I was standing next to him.
"To tell you the truth, I get a bit turned on by cocks," I said to him in a low voice. "As a coach I get to see naked men all the time, but you never get to see them hard." I reached over and touched his cock. "You've got some impressive equipment," I said.
Willard looked at me and then at my cock again.
"I hope I haven't offended you by touching your cock," I said. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."
"It's fine," Willard whispered. "It feels good." I stroked him again. He was fully erect and his head had cleared the foreskin. As had guessed, it was thick and a solid eight inches.
"Would you mind if I took a closer look?" I asked. Not waiting for an answer, I got on my knees. I was now at eye level with his cock. I stuck out my tongue and licked his cock head. He sighed. Taking his cock head into my mouth, I licked the bloated gland. While exploring the slit, I tasted pre cum.
I stood. "That's really nice of you Willard, I appreciate it," I said. "I hope you liked it?" I put my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed down. I didn't push hard enough to force him down, just hard enough to let him know what I wanted. A second later my cock was in his mouth.
He started out slowly and cautiously, but a minute or so, he relaxed and tried to deep throat me. We moved over to the bed and arranged ourselves, so we could sixty-nine. After five or six minutes of sucking, Willard had passed from being a novice to become a confirmed cock sucker. He loved my cock, balls and was even tentatively touching my ass hole.
I knew he was getting close to shooting. Remembering I could shoot off ten times a day at his age, I decided to go for it. "Willard, can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure, anything you want." he replied.
"Would you let me eat your cum when you shoot off?" I asked. As I said, I knew he was close. The second my lips returned to his cock, he twitched. I later found off he hadn't jacked off that week. His coach had told him jerking off saps your strength. A week's supply of a teen-aged boy cum filled my mouth.
It was thick and creamy. I almost choked before I could swallow the first few spurts. He was shivering and twitching as he drained his balls. I took it all then hugged him.
"That was beautiful, Will, just beautiful," I said. He was almost weeping.
"It was wonderful," he sobbed. "I've never felt that way before. No one's ever done anything like that to me before. I'm too ugly." He paused. "I'm sorry Coach. I could never do that for you."
"I loved it, Willard. You don't need to do anything. I did it for you." I said. "And you're not ugly. Don't talk like that again." I held him until he calmed down. "Can I call you Will?" I asked. "It seems less formal."
"I'd like that, my mom calls me Willard," he said. "It seems stuffy to me." There was no question in my mind he'd be taking my cum before the weekend was over, but I was worried. I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted him to have a good time, but without false expectations. I think of sex as an enjoyable activity. Willard might be one of those guys who think of it in terms or marriage.
We got dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The other men joined us and from the way Wayne and Art acted, I knew they had hit it off. Marty looked at me and winked. The weekend was off to a good start. Marty was with Will and me. Wally joined Wayne and Art. We went to the gym space and wrestled some. Marty and will were well matched. On the other end of the room Wally's flamboyant wrestling style kept Wayne under control.
It was a warm day and we were all shirtless, and down to gym shorts. I was surprised when Tyrone Washington showed. I thought he might ruin the fun. Marty wasn't worried and Tyrone immediately stripped down to his jock and joined in the wrestling.
I heard him tell Marty he had closed and locked the gate. Apparently, Tyrone was an invited guest. He wrestled Art and pinned him easily.
"You out weigh me," Art said.
"It's just that you're over dressed!" Tyrone said.
"I can solve that problem easily enough," Art replied. He laughed and dropped his shorts.
Tyrone looked at the naked older man, pausing at Art's crotch. "You look pretty good for a white guy," he said, smiling broadly. "Damn, I love naked wrestling. Are any of you guys game?" There was no objection
I stripped too and soon we were all naked. No one seemed to have any objection to getting nude.
"Have you boys wrestled naked before?" Marty asked the two younger men.
"No,"Wayne replied. "I've thought about it, though. A lot." Marty looked at Will.
"I'd love to try it," Will said.
"This ain't boys' play," Tyrone said. "We're all men and it can get pretty hot and heavy. A guy can get really excited wrestling nekkid, if you know what I mean. Once we get going, it's damn hard to stop." He looked Wayne straight in the eye. "To be perfectly direct, when I get excited, I like to top. I don't want any kid whining he lost his cherry to a big black guy."
"What makes you think I'd lose my cherry?" Wayne retorted. "I was kind of thinking you'd better watch your rear." Wayne was half hard. I glanced at Will; he was firming up too. It didn't take any time at all for Tyrone and Wayne to start wresting. Both men went all out. I was sitting with Will and Marty.
"Do you think they're really going to fuck the loser?"Will whispered.
"You can bet on it," I said.
"Gee," he replied.
"Does that bother you?" Marty asked.
"No. Well maybe a little," Will said. "I've never fucked before." Will's cock was hard so I knew he was turned on. "It seems impersonal, too public."
"Most man sex is for fun, not for love," Marty said. "You may get to fuck me, but whatever you do, I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm not going to have your baby." Will smiled.
"Would it bother you to have a cock in your ass?" I whispered. "Mine? Marty's. Maybe Tyrone or Art?"
"I don't think so," he said. "It might be . . . interesting."
Marty stroked Will's cock. "If you can relax, it will be a hell of a lot more than interesting," Marty said. "Fucking is great, but sometimes taking a cock can be wild."
"What's it like?" Will asked. "Does it hurt?"
"It may hurt. It may be the best thing you ever felt." I said, dropping my voice. "I had a hard time relaxing the first time a cock poked at my ass. It took a while, but when the cock head popped through my sphincter, the guy's cock rammed my prostate. I never felt anything so good. I went to the moon."
"The first time I took a cock it didn't do anything for me," Marty said. "I'd fucked a few guys, and it was my turn. It hurt some, but I'm a strong guy. That didn't bother me. I guess it was a year later when my best friend did me. I loved it."
"You liked your friend's cock?"
"I sure did," Marty answered. "But you know it's funny, once Ricky turned me on to anal sex, it's been good with almost everyone. Damn, I love it."
"What was hard for me was admitting I enjoyed it," I said.
"What do you mean?" Will asked.
"I was worried about being macho. It didn't seem right to enjoy having a guy's cock explore my private parts and love it. I thought I was the only jock in the world who liked man sex," I explained. "Now I see it differently. Real men know what they like and aren't afraid to admit it. I like cock and any way I can get or give pleasure with it is good for me."
While we talked, Tyrone and Wayne were going at it. They were both skilled. Wayne couldn't use his size to intimidate Tyrone and he was wrestling well. They both wanted to win. It was hot and both men were sweaty. Wayne slipped and Tyrone pinned him.
"You won," Wayne admitted.
"You slipped, I can give you a rematch," Tyrone said.
Wayne was silent for a few seconds. "You won fair and square." Wayne was hard. Tyrone was at half staff. When Wayne conceded defeat, Tyrone's cock grew to full size. Soft, Tyrone had six inches of thick tube steak. Hard it grew to about nine inches, but not any more thicker. He had a big head, oval and long, rather than wide.
"You lube my cock while we watch Willard wrestle," Tyrone suggested. "We can all have a nice victory celebration." Willard had a match with Marty. They were well matched. Both men were competitive. I had a suspicion Will wanted to feel Marty's cock, but once the match started, all bets were off.
I could over hear Tyrone and Wayne talking as I watched the match.
"Did you ever think it would be a back guy who would fuck you first?" Tyrone asked.
"Shit, I didn't think I'd ever get fucked period!" Wayne replied.
Tyrone chuckled. "Fair enough." he said.
"Do you like to fuck white boys?"
"To tell you the truth, I'm an equal opportunity fucker. Sometimes it's nice to watch my black rod part nice, white, ass cheeks and ram deep. It's pretty." Tyrone explained. "One thing I do like is being the first. I love opening a boy's hole for the first time. I like to see how they take it." Tyrone had some lubricant on his fingers and was working it into Wayne's ass. Wayne was having no problem with that at all. I was looking at his face when the fingers touched the prostate for the first time. Wayne wasn't going to have any trouble with the black man's meat.
Suddenly Marty was pinned and the match was over. Will won. It had been hard fought, and Will was ready to get his reward. Marty was a good loser and got into position. Art provided a tube of lubricant and I coated Will's cock. Marty was on his back .
"Wayne, get over here next to Marty," Wally said. "It's time for the victory celebration." Wayne got on mat next to Marty. Will had Marty's legs on his shoulders and was tentatively poking his cock into the hairy Italian's ass.
Tyrone had Wayne in the same position but was much more deliberate. He had nestled his cock in Wayne's pink hole. Tyrone was right, his dark purple cock head was silhouetted against Wayne's pink body. It was a classic yin and yang combination. Tyrone slowly eased his cock and slowly Wayne's ass opened to the shaft.
Next to them Will pushed hard and his entire cock vanished in the hair covered ass. Both he and Marty sighed in relief. Will pulled out and then pushed in again. Will looked like a five year old at Christmas.
I glanced back at Wayne and Tyrone. It was slow going there. "Pretend your taking a shit," Wally urged. Wayne concentrated and I saw his ass lips open and swallow the black cockhead. I had heard guys talking about ass lips before, but never seen it. Wayne's ass opened up and engulfed the cock head. You could sense Wayne's buns of steal closed up on it. Tyrone sucked in his breath. He hadn't expected that. Once the head was in, Tyrone slowly pumped, easing his cock in deeper with each motion.
I thought Tyrone was a fucker not a lover, but I was wrong. He massaged and caressed his way into Wayne's rectum. There was another two or three inches of cock still to enter when Wayne began to twitch and undulate his hips. He was trying to massage Tyrone's cock with his ass.
Will was like the little engine who could, pumping away at Marty's ass relentlessly. Marty was enjoying the almost mechanical pounding. Since I had taken Will's load earlier he didn't feel the urge to shoot, so there was some real quality time for Marty.
Wayne was born to bottom. The second Tyrone penetrated his ass, he was hooked. He loved it. The weekend was turning out to be very good. Marty could pick them. Will and Wayne were nice boys, and I think that they were pretty conservative, but being introduced to man sex by a bunch of coaches was as good as it could get for them.
They wanted as much sex as they could get, and there were five coaches willing to help them out.