All State 8
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.
This story is told by another participant of the All State Tournament Gordy, Al Grant's team manager.
My Mom said I was a pretty baby, but by the time I was in High School I was one ugly teenager. Some people grow all at once, but it seemed as if my body grew one part at a time. My legs grew, then my trunk shot up, then I became a bit lop sided as my left leg grew faster than my right. I was ungainly and oddly shaped.
While most guys are embarrassed if they mature late, growing a beard and having a big cock is embarrassing when you are 13 and want to be like all the other boys. I turned hairy. Oddly my cock was the first organ to expand. I thought of my cock as a deformity.
I also was one of those kids who took to computers like a duck to water. I was the first computer geek in my school and that was just about the only way anyone paid any attention to me. I could fix computers and people came to me when they had a problem. Few kids made fun of me because they all knew they might need me some day when a term paper vanished in cyberspace and I was the only one who could rescue them from a disaster.
I got into a good college and did well there as a computer science major. You were required to take Phys Ed, which I didn't want to do, so I became the manager for the Football team. That met my Phys Ed requirement.
Being a team manager is the same as being a janitor-laundry man. I cleaned up after the team and made sure the equipment was packed and ready for each game. I intended to do it for only one year, but Coach Grant liked me and asked me to stay on. As a computer guy, I tend to be very diligent and organized; that apparently was rare for Team Managers. I agreed to do it.
It wasn't a good job, or much fun, but I always did what a professor asked and Grant was a nice man. There was one part of the job I liked. Before and after every game and every practice the entire team got naked. At first I was afraid to look at the naked football players, but after a while I got used to it and enjoyed it. I was just part of the wall paper as far as the team members were concerned and they didn't seem to notice.
I wasn't a babe magnet, but that didn't bother me at all. I wished I was a stud magnet, but to say I was a bit shy hardly describes me. I couldn't figure out any scenario how I could come into contact with any of the players on the team. My sex life was limited to masturbation and text chat relationships on the computer.
It changed when I went to the All State Tournament the last year of college. It had been a very good year for the team and we had a good chance to win it all. Somehow I ended up in a room with a coach for another team, Willy Robbins of Central State.
In my fantasies, I had hoped to be with the quarterback, who I had a crush on, but the rooms were all screwed up. I had seen Robbins at games before, but I had no desire to spend the tournament with an old man. To make a long story short, I ended up sucking Robbins' cock and, unbelievably, he sucked mine.
In my fantasy sex life, nothing even came close to that first night with Coach Robbins, unless it was the second night. We got along really well and it was good for me. It hadn't occurred to me gay guys were anything other than nerds like me, or perverts. I was deeply ashamed of my tendencies and was beating myself up over it. Robbins straightened me out. He was gay and while he had to stay in the closet, with me he was completely open and frank. When I went back to school after the tournament, I was a new man. I have to admit my sex life didn't improve any, but at least I could visualize having a sex life. I also knew just how good man to man sex could be.
Two years after I graduated, Coach Robbins called me and asked if I would like to go to the All State Tournament again. He said, he had a friend he would like me to meet. Of course I wanted to go, but I was still afraid. I tried to beg off, but he insisted. I had a great job in New York City and was pulling down big bucks, but I was the overtime king, so getting time off was no problem. As a resident of Manhattan, I didn't have a car, so I flew to Virginia and Coach Robbins had a friend of his, Roosevelt Williams, pick me up and bring me to the tournament.
Williams was a coach too. He picked me up with a friend of his and we drove to meet Willy. The tournament was good, but I was curious which guy wanted to meet me. I soon realized Williams and his friend were part of the mysterious group, but I didn't know what was up.
After the last game we met Al Grant, my old coach. I was shocked, since I had no idea he was gay. We followed him to a house in the mountains. If I had been shocked by seeing Coach Grant, when we entered the house, I met Mike Benetesto, one of the most famous football players in the country. I had thought there was going to be sex, but it seemed impossible with such a famous man there. Half of the men were coaches, the rest were former team members. Everyone was friendly and we all got along well.
We had dinner then went to a spectacular outdoor pool. I was admiring it when Mike stripped naked and jumped in; we all stripped to. Soon, we were all skinny dipping in the pool of the palatial house. As I said, it didn't seem possible there would be any sex, but I was 100% wrong about that. Mike led the way and ten minutes after we got in the water, my old coach was playing with my cock while I sucked another guy.
Everyone there, except for me, was a jock and I thought I would be on the sidelines, but I was wrong about that too. During the next hour I had more sexual encounters than in my entire life up to that point. Truthfully, I had five time more encounters.
It culminated with a big gang suck and group orgasm. Afterwards we were lying around talking. My cock became the main subject of conversation. I know my cock is big and knew some men like big meat, but I didn't think my cock was the kind guys were interested in. My dick is gross looking. I had looked at a lot of man meat in the web and none looked like mine. I had always been embarrassed by it.
Wally, one of the guys on my team, told me I was wrong about that too. "Gordy, he said, "you've got a beauty. Most guys would be proud to have half of it." I soon found out Wally like big cocks and knew quite a bit about them. I thought it might have just been him who was into my cock, but Coach Grant and Mike liked it too.
I had been sucked by several guys and was more than willing to have Mike or Grant suck me. That wasn't what they wanted. Grant said he wanted to have my cock up his ass and Mike said, he'd like to try it too. I had never fucked anyone before. I had seen guys fucking in videos, so I thought I knew the basics, but I didn't want to do it for the first time with a Hall of Fame member. I tried to avoid it, but without success.
I told them I wasn't sure about fucking them and I didn't want to do it with an audience. Unfortunately, my cock felt no hesitation at all. It was standing up straight and hard. Being naked, there was no way to hide my cock and there was no way for me to control my erection.
Mike and Grant flipped a coin to see who would take me first. Mike won. Knowing my meat would soon be lodged in Mike Benetesto's ass did nothing to reduce my hard cock. My heart may not have been into fucking, but my hard-on sure was.
"I have some lube here. Who wants to do my ass?" Mike asked. "And someone needs to make sure Gordy is well greased. That made a hell of a difference the last time I got skewered on a horse cock." Roosevelt came forward to lube his ass while Wally and Willy coated my cock. The lubricant felt wonderfully cool on my meat. I was so hard it almost hurt.
"How do you want to take it?" Grant asked Mike. "I like it on my back, that gives Gordy the most control and you guys get a good view," Mike said. He got on the edge of the bed and lay back, putting his legs on my shoulders. I pushed his legs forward opening his ass wide. His ass was hairy, but the hole was pink and pretty. I placed my cock head in his hole and pushed a little.
"Take it nice and easy until I get used to it," Mike said. He was rock hard too and had a beautiful cock like the guys in the gay movies. He was a good seven inches with a mushroom head drooling precum. I pushed harder. Nothing happened.
"Add a little more lube," Mike said. I pulled away and Wally squirted some more lubricant on my cock. I put it right back into Mike's ass and pushed again. This time his ass gave way and my head popped through his sphincter. He winced, but told me to keep it in. We were still for a few seconds, then he nodded. I pulled out again, then pushed it in deeper. We rested again and I repeated the motion, pushing my cock a bit deeper each time.
I guess I was penetrating an inch deeper with each thrust. My cock was five of six inches into his ass when I felt him relax. That's when I shoved hard and pushed it deep. My entire cock vanished into his ass. He gasped. I had been so excited, I hardly knew what it felt like forcing my cock into Mike's ass.
Once I was deeply lodged in Mike's ass, I calmed down and smelled the roses as it were. He was a muscular man and his ass clamped tight as soon as I was in. It was as if his ass was shrink wrapped to my cock. Mike reacted to every movement I made. He moaned when I rammed his prostate, then his eyes glazed over when I deep dicked him. After a half dozen thrusts, my cock began to merge with Mike's ass to form a single sex organ.
Pre cum was flowing from his slit forming a puddle of goo on Mike's gut. Willy leaned over and licked it up. As I continued to thrust, it just go better.
"Look at the size of that fucker!" Roosevelt exclaimed. "It's a monster, but it looks even bigger now. I can't believe Mike can take it."
"Hell, Mike's not just taking it. His ass is swallowing it up!" Wally said. I was pulling all the way out, leaving only my cock head in his ass, then slowly shoving it deep. When it was in all the way I'd make three or four quick shot thrusts. Mike shivered when I did this. Then I would pull out and ram him hard and deep again. Mike didn't know if he was coming or going.
One time I pulled out too far. Mike's ass was empty. His ass hole didn't close up all the way and for a second I could see into his ass. I realized I was looking into his body. I looked at his face and saw shock. He wanted it back. I shoved in in all the way again.
"Look!" Willy cried, "He's shooting! You've popped his nut!" I looked and saw Mike's cock spewing his cum over his sweat covered chest. This was the first time I had ever seen a hands free orgasm.
"It's my turn now." Coach Grant whispered. I continued to pump my cock into Mike's ass until he stopped shooting. I could feel his ass contracting with each ejaculation. When they stopped, I pulled out. It had been the hottest sex I have ever experienced, or had been able to conceive. Strangely, I was hard as a rock, but I didn't feel as if I was going to shoot. I was ready for more.
"Have you taken anything that big?" Wally asked Coach Grant as my cock eased out of Mike's ass. My lube covered cock did look good. It was so hard the lumpiness seemed to vanish. It was a massive club cock.
"Nothing even close." Al said, "But if Mike can take it, I can." Wally was lubricating Al's ass. Al was moaning some, so he was getting into it.
"Would you mind if I tried to sit on it?" Al asked. "It makes it a bit easier for me."
I, of course, had no objection at all. Getting on the bed, Coach Grant straddled me and positioned my cock head in his ass pucker. He sat back slowly, sort of bouncing on my cock head. He took it really slow ,but when my cock head popped through his sphincter he relaxed. His cock had relaxed when I first entered his ass, but once I was in he threw a spectacular boner. Coach Grant took a while to get used to my cock, but once he did all was well. His ass wasn't as tight as Mike's. Al loved anal sex and eventually I fucked him doggy style, on his back and any way we could figure I could force my cock into his ass.
I was going great guns, enjoying every minute when I lost control and I filled Al's ass with my seed. I had shot off earlier, but my balls had reloaded, and every drop of cum squirted into Al's quivering ass. I was fucking him doggy style when I popped. I held Al tight and stroked his cock. As I shot a final volley into Al's ass, he popped. My hand was dripping with his cum.
I pulled out of Al's ass and lay back on the bed and rested. I guess I dozed off for a while. When I woke someone was licking my cock. Opening my eyes, I saw it was Roosevelt. I figured there was no chance I could get it up again, but Roosevelt was a master cock sucker. In a minute or two, I was ready to go again.
As Roosevelt was sucking me, he worked a finger into my ass. I had never been fucked before, but the finger felt good and I was willing. Truthfully, I hadn't considered it before. Fucking seemed too far out of my range, but having fucked Mike and Al, it seemed only fair. They enjoyed it so much, I was a bit curious and wanted to see if I'd like it.
There must have been something in the water, but Mike and Willy were talking about fucking and stroking their cocks while they watched Roosevelt suck and finger me. I had always been shy, so I was uneasy about being on display. Roosevelt's finger touched my prostate and all of the unease vanished. I didn't know what that little organ could do, but I sure found out fast.
"What in hell is that?" I cried.
"It's your magic button," Willy said. "Roosevelt, if you wouldn't mind, could I take your place? Gordy needs some lessons in man sex." At first I though he was going to suck and finger me the way Roosevelt did. Then I saw him lubricating his cock. He had other plans. Mike got on the bed with me and squirted some lube on his hand, then worked it into my ass.
"Is this your first time?" Mike asked.
I nodded. "I thought so," Mike said, "Willy wants to pop your cherry, but I'd like a trip up your ass too, do you mind?" It was a rhetorical question; he knew I wanted it.