Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 12:18:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Sex Ever 11

Best Sex Ever 11
Coach Rick

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
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Rick Mallow was my best friend. He was the Coach at Central High School, I
was the Coach at West View High.  We were about the same age. We both had
winning teams.  I had a good football program; Rick's strong suit was
basketball.

Rick and I were both gay, but we kept away from any potential sexual
connection with our players.  We had both played high school and collegiate
sports and knew that a certain percentage of the team often had a crush on
the coach. Athletes often do what their coaches want and that can be a big
problem.

My taste was for more mature men, but Rick liked them younger. He had a bad
experience with a coach in college and he told me he would never subject
one of his men to that situation. I think Rick was a complete straight
arrow. Once and a while the pressures would build up and Rick would call
me. We would visit my little cabin and let off some steam. By steam I mead
we would suck ourselves silly.

Our scheme worked well and we never had a problem.

When Rick was 55 he began to have some memory problems and difficulty with
coordination. I told him he needed to see a doctor. He didn't want to do
that and by the time he did it was too late. He had an aggressive tumor in
his brain. It was malignant and fast growing. They tried an operation, but
it failed and just gave him few more months to live.  The only good thing
was that while the tumor was fatal, it wasn't painful.

Rick was a muscular man and he soon became quite thin. I began to spend a
lot of time with him. He didn't advertise the prognosis, but everyone
knew. His body turned from being a football player type to a runner or
swimmer's physique.

I was in a supermarket when one of Rick's former team members, Tyler Smith,
came over to me.  We chatted and then he asked how Rick was doing. I said
he was doing fine, but that I was afraid that wasn't going to last.  He
asked if he could talk to me privately.  I said sure. I was on the way home
and Tyler followed me.

"Mr. Conrad, I don't know if you know I'm gay. I had a crush on Coach Rick
through high school," he said.

"You don't need to tell me these things," I said.

"I think he liked me to, but of course he would never do anything. There
were several guys on the team who felt the same way," he continued. "There
are a lot of men who want to get it on with a jock. Rick was a decent gay
man who never took advantage of us."

"How did you knew he liked you?" I asked.

"There was one unguarded glance," Tyler said.  "It was brief, but I knew
what it meant. I saw him naked a few times too. He showered alone in the
training room.  There was a mirror. I don't think he had any idea anyone
could see him. It was beautiful."

"I wanted to have sex with him badly then. I still do," he said. "A week
ago, several of us guys got together and talked about his situation and
discovered we were all in love with him.  I'm 35 now. I've been dreaming
about wrapping my lips around his cock for twenty years. If he's willing
we'd like to get together."

"By together do you mean sexually?"

"I would love that," he said. "We all would. You know him well. Has he been
thinking about us? I really don't know how sexual he is. I hoped you would
know."

"What do you know about me?" I asked. I was worried.

"Well, I have a friend who went to West View. He had the same feelings
about you, and you treated him the way Coach Rick did us," Tyler said. "He
knew you guys were pals. He didn't know what kind of pals you were, but we
both hoped you got all hot and sweaty once and a while.  If I was dying,
I'd like to see old friends, but I'd really like to have a final blowjob!"

"You are a romantic," I said.

"I know that, but we're all gay guys. It sounds as if there isn't much time
left," he said.  I told him I'd think about it.

I talked with Rick and told him about Tyler's idea.  He thought it was a
joke at first. He gave me a call a few hours later. "You know, the sex
seems to be a bit much, but I would love to be with some of them naked.  It
sounds strange, but it would be wonderful to actually look!  I've spent
forty years averting my eyes from their privates!"  I said I assumed that
would be fine with Tyler. I called Tyler and he was pleased as punch.

Tyler came from a wealthy family and they owned camp on a Care-Not-Pond in
the mountains. It was a small pond, but Tyler owned it all.  The next day
he called and said he had a few pals who wanted to come, and asked if next
Saturday would be okay. That was fine.  Rick's health could deteriorate and
any time, the sooner the better.

It was summer and warm. I picked Rick up at his house and we drove into the
woods. Tyler gave very detailed directions.  They needed to be detailed.
The place was very secluded and hard to find. Rick loved the drive. He
liked the mountains and the day couldn't have been better. When we finally
reached Care-Not-Pond, there were several cars under the trees.

To me Rick looked sick, but if you hadn't known him before, you would have
seen him as a tall, thin man. Tyler was there, and introduced me to Henry
and Dumbo. Rick knew them well and was pleased to see them. A few minutes
later a van pulled up. The first group had obviously been football
players. The second van had two basketball players.

A man named Bruce came out from the house.  He was with a man named
Bruiser.  I assumed they were wrestlers. They knew me, since I had coached.
Like most mountain ponds, Care-Not-Pond was cold. But there was a shallow
area near the lodge that faces south and was warm. Tyler said he was going
to swim. He stripped naked and walked into the pond.  Most of the group
followed suit. We were all jocks; nudity was not a shock.

Some of the men swam, most just splashed in the water. I noticed the Rick's
cock looked huge. It had not lost any heft as he lost weight. At first, he
averted his eyes in the traditional coach mode, but his former team members
were unashamedly interested in his cock.  Rick noticed and rearranged it.
He was uncut and he shook it out.

Dumbo, who had obviously been a tackle, came up to him. They hugged and
Dumbo felt Rick out. After that, no one was shy.

Rick was normally reserved, even with me and we had been playing together
for 30 years. He seemed to relax.  Rick was well equipped, but his cock and
balls were almost pretty. They weren't pretty in the Greek statue way.  His
balls were big and they hung low in his sack. You could see their beautiful
oval shape. His knob was big too and looked even bigger in his foreskin.

When he discovered to tumor the doctor told him he might lose the ability
to have an erection. Rick's genitals didn't shut down, they doubled their
production.  He was just as hard and produced double the cream he use to
make.  I'm not that into cock cream, but I had to make adjustments.  I tend
to be neat and it was a lot easier to eat the stuff than wipe it up. His
sex drive had increased. I think he had always been embarrassed by his
sexual needs.  He saw them as a weakness. I always had to talk him into
sex. I admit I was 100% successful.  Now he wanted sex.

Rick loved when I took his load. I had known him for years and never
realized he loved to be sucked while he was shooting. The few spurts I had
taken in the past didn't have the appeal of the flood he produced now.

Rick and Dumbo were obviously excited. They were just as obviously
unembarrassed. His team members seemed to like seeing Rick's semi-erect
cock too. That turned me on too.  Showing hard in the locker room or the
shower was the ultimate embarrassment for a coach not to mention the team
members. Here we were out doors, naked and a good portion of the men were
either hard or getting hard. It was wonderful.

Food was ready and we all went to the lodge to eat. We had a good lunch and
had a chance to chat. I was with Bruce, Dumbo and Tyrone, one of Rick's
basketball players.  I knew some of the team members had a crush on the
coach, but I had no idea of the intensity.

"I hoped against hope that something would happen with Coach Rick, but it
never did," Bruce said. "I'm not sure what I expected.  Just seeing him
naked would have been enough. I don't know what I would have done.  I
respected him, but I wanted more than that."

"Did you think you had a chance?" Dumbo asked.

"It didn't occur to me Coach was gay," Bruce said. "I wanted him, but it
seemed hopeless."

"Do you still want him?" I asked.

"I sure do!" Bruce said. "I'd love to suck him just once."

"Do you want his load?"  Dumbo asked.

"I do," he replied. "This may sound odd, but I'd love to take him in the
ass."

"We've all grown up from our high school fantasies, haven't we?" I said.

"Did you have the same sort of feelings about a coach?" Dumbo asked me.

"Coach Demark was the object of my lust," I said. "He had a wife and five
kids, but I still had hopes."

"Did you ever see him naked?"

"I did. It was a rainy day in late fall at an away game. The football field
was all mud. Coach Demark had to shower with us. He was covered in mud."

"Was it good?" Dumbo asked.

"I still remember it as if it were yesterday," I said. "He had a beauty. He
was soft, uncut and real meaty.  It was pure man tool."

"Did you ever do anything?" Freddy asked.

"No, but I was willing," I replied. "Although, what I thought was sex then
barely scratches the surface what I know is sex now, but I was willing."

Bruce leaned close to me and whispered, "I'm willing too."

"I am mostly a top," I said.

"Well, this is your lucky day," Bruce replied.

Rick liked it all.  He topped, bottomed sucked and loved to be sucked. He
also liked to please. He would make a lot of boys happy that afternoon.
The youngest of the boys was 25 and the oldest 46, so they weren't exactly
kids.

Rick was happy. It wasn't just the sex. His team members were grown men.
They were successful and had a good life. That had been his objective. They
were his boys and he played a role in raising them. He was proud of
them. He had never made a pass or even a suspect comment in 30 years.

I don't think any of his boys guessed how much Rick was into man sex. They
were excited to see him naked and wanted to suck him. They didn't guess he
wanted to suck them and he wasn't opposed to being rear loaded.  I realized
that when I was young, I assumed I was the only gay guy in school.  At one
time most gay athletes assumed they were alone.  That was especially true
in high school.

At that time. I would have been happy just to see an adult man's cock. I
would have been willing to suck it, but I didn't know any other sexual
activities.  People seem to assume that teen age boys are wild and crazy.
I think most are conservative and unsure of themselves. I was a jock and
popular; I didn't know shit about sex.

No one even admitted gay sex existed when I was a teen aged kid and there
was no way to find out.  It's odd that no one has a problem with teenagers
driving, or hunting. I lived in a semi-rural area and hunting was a regular
past time. While kids died in hunting or car accidents all the time, no one
would mention sex in general and gay sex in particular. That was too
dangerous.

It was always a surprise to me when I discovered someone else liked the
same things.  Rick was normally a bit shy and reserved.  There was no need
for that anymore. He was free to do anything he wanted. Bruiser was with
him after lunch. Bruiser looked like the missing link. He now owned a
successful body shop. He hugged Rick and the hug turned into a hot make out
session. I would have thought that Bruiser was a slam-bang-that-you ma'am,
type of man.  He was a lover.

A little later I discovered Bruiser was a bottom.  I watched as Rick's
probe slipped into Bruiser's ass.  There were two very happy men.  Rick
pulled out to cool off. I heard Bruiser tell Rick that he didn't have to
shoot off in his ass. "A lot of guys here would like to feel you in their
ass," Bruiser said.

Rick smiled. "Don't worry, I have a short recharge time," he said.

"Your balls are full?"  Bruiser asked.

"Over filled!" Rick said.

I thought Rick's cock would return to Bruiser's ass.  Bruiser had a nice
thick fire plug cock.  The next time I saw Bruiser, his cock had vanished
in Rick's ass.  Rick was smiling. The event was like a birthday party with
particularly effective party favors.

My own experiences were good too. I didn't know many of his team members,
but I was a coach and that was good enough for several of his former team
members. They knew I had been his lover.  Oddly several were relived. They
had been afraid he had lived a monk-like sexless life.  I am not sure
monks' lives are that sexless, but his team members thought I was a good
sex partner.  One of his basketball players, Tyrone, came to me. He was a
six-foot-six, muscleman who had made it into the NBA for a while. He broke
his knee, and was now selling cars.

He was well spoken and shy. An impressive black snake dangled from his
crotch. I took a second look at it; it was a very impressive black
snake. The snake was nice but his head was a wonder. It only had one eye,
but it was one hell of an eye.

I felt a strange attack of lust. I tried to swallow the snake and the
head. I didn't get that much of it, but Tyrone seemed to appreciate my
effort. He said most guys didn't get as much as I did. I asked if I could
take his load.

"Sure," he said. "But I'd like to give Rick first dibs."

"Will there be anything left for me?" I said.

I was smiling and Tyrone was smiling too. "Usually there is enough for
three or four guys," he said. He paused.  "Do you think Rick would like
it?"

"I can almost guarantee Rick will like it.  Don't be shy; he ready," I
said.

Everyone knew Rick was dying. I thought it might be a depressing and morose
event. Rick was having a great time. Homosexuality was a great sin when we
first became coaches. This was the first time in his life he could relax
and enjoy himself and his former team members. I watched Tyrone approach
him.  Tyrone was a little uneasy but as soon as he connected with Rick all
was well. They hugged and Tyrone sank to his knees and then kissed Rick's
organ.  He didn't suck it as much as he made love to it. A little later,
they were on the ground, linked cock to mouth.

I hadn't realized it was possible to be both aggressively sexual and tender
at the same time. Eventually their tongues and cocks had explored every
inch of their bodies. I watched as Tyrone ate out Rick's asses. I knew that
only when Tyrone's spewing cock was deep in Rick's ass would they be
satisfied.  Rick took the load and switched roles, deep fucking Tyrone's
open hole.

When they broke apart, Tyler, Henry and Bruce joined in to maintain Rick's
sexual high. Dumbo and Bruiser double teamed me. When Tyrone recharged he
joined us.  I'm more of a top than a bottom, but I seemed to have relaxed
and opened up for the boys.

To say I relaxed understates the case. For the first time in years, I
forgot to be a coach and I turned in to a sex toy for the boy's pleasure
and amusement. They took turns sucking, fucking and caressing me. Several
times I had a cock in my mouth and one in my ass as I sucked a third.

It was good, but soon became more than good. I lost all of my inhibitions
and hang ups and just went with the flow. It was a sexual tornado, but
without out any sense of fear or danger. I was in a sexual storm.

All good things come to an end and the party wound down around four. I took
Rick home for dinner and a rest. He was happy and serene, but he was tired.
He was relaxed the way a wet dishrag is relaxed. He took a nap when we got
home and later had dinner.

I asked him if he was sorry he hadn't connected with them earlier.

"No," he said. "If I had known they were so into it, it would have been too
much temptation for me. This was perfect.  It wasn't a dream come true.  My
dreams were never that good!"

"I don't think their dreams were that good either," I said. "Somehow, I
never thought any of my boys wanted me to fuck them."

"I never considered having them shoot in me. That was good," Rick said.
"Bruiser, Dumbo and Tyrone loved it when I seeded them." Rick reminisced
about the good times with his boys. We went to bed. I thought he was worn
out but he wasn't so worn out as to not fuck me.

As I said, I normally a top, but this night, Rick possessed a magic wand.
His cock slid into mycum filled hole. He liked using his boys' sperm as a
lubricant and he added his own. I was going to take him home the next day
but he was tired and he stayed. We were watching his favorite team play and
he told me he felt a little chilly.  I put my arm around him and he
snuggled closer. He closed his eyes.