All State 3
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.
Nothing happened the next year at All State. Neither Willy Robbins nor I had any team members we could be sure about. The year after, Willy had found a third coach who was interested and joined our little group. Wilson Graham was the Athletic Director of State and the Wrestling Coach.
The wrestling coach of my school had a heart attack and I was called in to pinch hit until he recovered. Willy's school was small and he coached the Wrestling team in addition to the Football team. The All State Tournament was held in a small city in the far western part of the state. There were no big hotels there, so all the teams were split up in odd ways. We couldn't have asked for a better arrangement for our extra curricular activities.
I had a student named Billy Randall, who was ideal for Wilson. Willy had a heavyweight he thought would be my type and Wilson had a middleweight champion wrestler for Willy. I was looking forward to the event when it got screwed up. When I showed up at the room, my heavyweight already had someone for the other bed.
It was a confused few minutes before I realized the two men were friends, and almost certainly more than friends. My heavyweight's name was Butch and his friend was Al. Butch was a good 230 pounds, with a massive chest, muscles galore and a shaved head. Al was small and almost delicate.
I had no place to stay. Having non-team members on a school-financed trip was a problem. I was a coach, so I could make trouble for them. The two men were agreeable to anything I suggested.
"Well, guys, let's make a deal, I'll take a bed tonight and you can share a bed. Tomorrow night, either I'll find another room, or I'll share a bed with one of you," I suggested. When I mentioned they could share a bed, Al looked happy. I got my luggage in the room and got undressed to take a shower.
It's safe to say Butch liked watching me get undressed a lot. Al was a bit more circumspect about glancing at me. Butch wasn't subtle. I sat talking with them wearing only a towel. They were friends from high school. Once they had been next door neighbors. They had moved, but stayed friends. Al was the 98 pound weakling and Butch was his friend and protector. Al looked at Butch with admiration.
By this time, the two men realized I had an informal dress code. After I took my shower, both had stripped down. Butch was wearing a jock under all but see through gym shorts, and one of those transparent athletic tops. Al wore boxers and a tee shirt. I was naked, standing in the bathroom door, drying my hair. This gave them a good, long time to look me over.
I walked over and turned the TV on. It was broken. "Damn, this kills the entertainment for the night," I said. "WWF Wrestling was on."
"I'd have thought you'd have had enough wrestling for the night," Al said.
"There's no such thing as too much wrestling," Butch said. "It's the oldest sport, popular since the Greeks."
"Someone had been giving you history lessons," I said.
"That's Coach Robbins for you. He says the television wrestling has made the sport into a joke, but it's a real sport," Butch said. I could tell he was repeating Coach Robbins spiel, word for word. "I heard the Greeks wrestled naked," Al said.
"That they did," I explained. "It is the purist and earliest form of wrestling. In our modern Greco-Roman wrestling we don't get that pure." Looking at Butch, I asked, "Have you ever fought nude?"
He blushed and told me a lie, " No, I've never done it." He looked at me. "Have you?"
It was my time to lie, "Sure several times. I had an old coach in college who thought it was good to have the full nude experience of the Greek wrestlers. I wrestled in some nude matches."
"Did the whole team participate?" Butch asked.
"Nope. My coach figured some guys weren't mature enough to handle it. He picked six of the best and most mature guys, two in each weight category," I said.
"How was it?" Al asked.
"Good, different, but good," I answered.
"Did anyone get hard?" Butch blurted out. The minute he said it, he realized he shouldn't have. I let him off the hook. Since the whole story was made up, I gave it a happy ending.
"To tell you the truth, all of us did. The Coach said, this was a normal part of the close body contact and nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "He was a character. He said a hard cock was the perfect complement for a hard body. I don't know if that's true, but it does make some sense."
"Have you done it again since college?" Butch asked.
"I haven't had the opportunity," I said. There was silence. I knew what they were thinking, but were too shy to tell me. "In the right situation, it might be fun to do it again sometime," I added. There was another silence. I was afraid I had gone too far.
"I kind of wouldn't mind trying it sometime," Butch said. Al looked relieved Butch had said something.
"You wouldn't?" I asked. He nodded assent. "I wouldn't mind having a match now, if your friend wouldn't mind."
"I don't mind," Al said. "Not at all."
"There is one thing," I said. "If Butch and I are going to be nude wrestling, I'd prefer to have the audience naked too. Is that okay with you, Al?" I still had a towel wrapped around my waist. I dropped it. My cock was a bit excited, but not hard.
"No problem for me at all," Al said. He dropped his shorts as Butch stripped off his clothes. Butch had shaved his body at one time and the hair was growing back evenly over his chest, his pubic hair was bushy and thick. His six-inch cock was cut, with a big, mushroom head.
Al was a bit of a surprise. He was scrawny, but must have run some, because he was in shape. He was very hairy, almost shaggy and a good portion of his body weight dangled from between his legs. His cock was seven uncut and thick inches, soft. I hadn't expected that.
Of course there was no way to have a real match in the constricted space of a hotel room, but that didn't bother Butch or me. I knew most wrestlers had tried nude games and knew the rules. The winner would make the looser suck his cock or get fucked and the looser had to pretend he didn't want to. Having Al there, could have been a bit of a problem. This sort of game was for insiders only and audiences weren't appreciated.
They were fuck buddies, and once they realized I was into it too, Al joined in the games. Butch went to the bath to take a shower, leaving me alone with Al for a few minutes.
"Did you boys wrestle as kids?" I asked.
"Sure," Al replied.
I laughed, "You look as if you were overmatched, Al. Did you get tired of losing?"
Al looked me in the eye and saw I knew what they had been up to. "No, Coach," he said. "Butch is my best friend; I could lose to him two are three times a day." I smiled and patted him on his bare ass. I kept my hand there and slipped it toward his hole. Al didn't mind at all. My finger eased it way into his hole easily. Al was already lubricated.
"Is your hole exclusively for Butch?" I whispered.
"Sort of," he answered. I knew what he meant. Butch returned to the room, drying himself. We got on the floor in a standard position. I was a 50 or 60 pounds lighter that Butch, but was a better wrestler, faster and more agile. I won. That may have been due to my skills, but it possibly could have been Butch's willingness to lose.
"Let's try another match," I said, "Two out of three?" Butch agreed. He was half hard by now, as was I. He pinned me in the second match. In the third, his hard cock came too close to my mouth and I couldn't resist the temptation. The match dissolved into a suck session. Butch was good at it and had a taste for deep throating.
The second my lips touched Butch's cock, I tasted pre cum. He must have been leaking throughout the matches. His cock head was coated in the sweet cock jelly. Nothing gets me going faster that the taste of pre cum. We came up for air after five minutes of frantic sucking.
"I guess we call the third match a draw?" Al suggested. We all burst out laughing. I motioned to Al to join us. His cock was impressive soft, hard it deserved display at the Smithsonian. I sucked it, but could only get half of it in my mouth. It was a monster. We rearranged ourselves so I could suck Al, while he sucked Butch and Butch sucked me.
During a break, I commented to Butch, " Your friend here has a real sweet ass, have you fucked him?" I wasn't sure how willing Butch was to admit his sexual preferences and wanted him to have a face saving out.
"Nope," he said.
"You know a man's ass is a lot tighter than a cunt," I said. "Al is really tight, I bet."
"How do you know men's asses are that tight?" Butch asked.
"Let's just say I have taken one or two trips on the wild side," I replied.
"Maybe I'll give it a spin," Butch said. While Butch was pretending he hadn't fucked Al before, he got Al on his back with his legs on his shoulders with a speed that suggested practice.
"Do you mind if I watch?" I asked.
"Shit no," Al replied. I got in the 69 position, so Al sucked me as I had a cock's view of Butch's fuck tool entering Al's hole. I hadn't seen a guy get fucked this close before. When Butch's cock touched the pucker, it looked as if Al's ass lips opened up to welcome the sexual intruder. I had no idea an ass could open up that much. Al was a true bottom, his ass swallowed Butch's cockhead and then the shaft without effort.
While it looked effortless, it did have an effect. Since I was sucking, lollipop style on Al's cock, I had an `up close and personal acquaintance' with Al's reaction. Butch's cock must have made a direct hit on Al's prostate and forced a generous glob of precum out of Al's cock. I briefly thought it was cum, there was so much of it. Al deep throated me as Butch deep dicked him. It was lucky our cocks didn't meet in the middle of his diminutive body. His pre cum oozed continuously as Butch continued his relentless pounding. "I'm shooting!" Butch cried. He pumped several volleys into Al's ass, then pulled out, spraying Al's hole and balls as well as my face with his man seed. We all pulled apart, but I got up and replaced Butch at Al's ass. When Al saw what I was planning to do, he pushed open his pucker again. His hole was a bit dilated by Butch and as Butch's cum dripped, it coated it. I had heard of guys talking about a nice juicy ass hole; this was it. I shoved my cock in deep.
My cock was a little longer, but much thicker that Butch's. Al wanted it in, but it was a tight fit. It winded him on the first thrust. I left it deep and let him relax some, when he looked as if he was almost, but not quite ready, I pulled back and slowly pushed it in again. He relaxed a bit more. I pulled out slowly again, then rammed him as hard as I could. He moaned and gasped for air. After a good ten minutes, poor Al was a quivering mass of over excited nerves. I shot off and put him out of his misery when I finally withdrew.
We all were quiet as we got out bearings again. I was a bit dizzy. "Damn, I didn't know it could be that good." Butch said as he watched. "Shit, that's hot."
"This isn't the first time you've fucked, is it?" Al asked.
"Maybe the second," I said, "Are you okay. I kind of got carried away."
"Never been better," he replied. "Except for one hell of a cum load, backed up in my balls."
"If you can wait a few minutes, I'll take care of that." I said.
"I'll just jerk off, I'm afraid I'll choke you."
"Don't worry about that," I said. "I thought I might try that man rammer of yours up my ass."
"Your kidding!" Butch exclaimed. From the look on his face he hadn't considered I would want to get fucked. From the look of his cock, the idea excited him.
"I told you, I don't mind a trip to the wild side once and a while," I said. "To tell you the truth, it doesn't look much wilder than Al's cock!"
"It's a monster!"
"I'm not sure it will fit, but I'd sure like to try it on for size." I said. I was still recovering from the orgasm I had shot into Al's ass. Normally it takes some recovery time. Al and Butch's erections seemed to speed up the process. I had a tube of KY in my suitcase. I gave it to Butch to lubricate my ass.
He worked a finger in my hole. "Don't be shy, I need as much lube as possible if Al's going to get that thing in. Push deeper!" I instructed him. Butch came really close to having a hands-free orgasm as he pushed his finger in. He was turned on.
Al coated his own cock. I straddled it and sat back slowly. It was going to be a problem. I popped his head in through my sphincter several times and got used to it. Al was almost crying in pleasure. In my hand I had a bottle of poppers, my secret weapon. I took off the top and took a deep snort.
As my inhibitions melted, I relaxed and the monster cock just slid into my ass. Both Al and Butch moaned. The first time you take a cock, you never know where it will end. I had the feeling Al's cock touched my heart. If you ever needed a cock to give you CPR, Al had it.
Al's cock was a wonder. Once or twice before I had been screwed by a cock which effected my thinking. I don't know how it does it, but I guess there are so many nerves in and around your genitals and rectum, that when too many are stimulated, you sort of lose it. As his cock slipped deeper into my ass I was flooded with sensations.
I was disoriented and felt as if I were floating on Al's cock. Then I felt as if I had merged with it and was simply an extension of his throbbing member. I lost all sense of time and the cock probed deeper. Everything stopped when my ass rested on his body. It was in.
My mind cleared. I lifted up, then sat back again. The same strange sensations recurred. I was feeling dizzy again, so we rolled over and Al got my legs on his shoulders and slow fucked me. I needed some relief after a while, so Butch took his place. Butch's cock was a relief after Al's meat.
Al's cock was spectacular, but overwhelming. I couldn't take it for a long period of time. Butch was easy. He was curious about the little bottle, so I gave him a snort. Butch went wild. He rammed me until he popped and filled my ass.
Then it was Al's turn. I gave him the bottle. He sniffed deeply and gave it back to me. I took a snort. The popper hit me a few seconds after they hit him. We both let go. He eventually shot off after a second dose of the poppers. We were all happy guys. It was late by then and we fell asleep. The next morning Butch was off to an early match, I wasn't needed until the afternoon. Al and I had another fucking session.
I ran into Al three or four years later. He said, after our session Butch decided to try the bottom. That had been a great success and Butch turned into a first rate bottom.