Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2015 21:03:46 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Coach 2

Coach 2

By Bald Hairy Man

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
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

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I was getting uneasy about my arrangement with Dr. Freddy. I had met and
had sex with more men in two weeks than I would have met in a few years in
New York. Had I become a slut? I was confused and I talked with Freddy
about it.

Freddy was easy to talk with and concerned. He said that my connection with
Arnold and Charleston had been good for them, but I needed to be concerned
about my own mental wellbeing.

I went home and got a call from Ollie. He wanted to come over. While I had
been thinking about giving up my sexual coaching, I told him that would be
fine. He told me that he and a friend who wanted to meet me.

The pair arrived five minutes later. He must have called from his car.
Ollie introduced me to his pal, Rudy. Rudy was a construction worker like
Ollie, but he was shorter, more muscular than Ollie and had trouble
hearing.  He came from somewhere in rural Georgia and no one had caught his
hearing problem. Everyone just thought he was dumb.

Through the years, several of my team members had hearing problems. One was
the son of a college professor and had every advantage; the other was from
a broken home and was raised by uninvolved relatives.  He got no help what
so ever.

Rudy was shy and timid. The muscle building was in response to dealing with
bullies. Another typical response to deafness is to avoid other people.
Rudy was too unsure of himself to make sexual contact. Ollie had taken him
under his wing. He brought Rudy to me because he thought I could introduce
Rudy to sex the right way. Ollie was unsure of his own sexual skills.

I gave them a beer and then took them to the whirlpool. I took the lead and
I stripped first. I made sure that Rudy saw me naked. I also rearranged my
privates to make sure he saw them and knew I was not too modest. I assumed
he was uneasy and would follow my lead just to be polite. I guessed right.

Rudy would naturally have been gorilla-like in his hairiness, but he had
shaved his body and it was growing back evenly. He was uncut and only his
skin covered cock head peeked out of the pubic hair. He was twenty-five but
looked older due the hair and his beard. Was we talked I played with my
cock under the water.

They were just laborers, but the superintendent liked them since they
always showed up on time and did whatever he wanted. The superintendent,
Jim, had taken Rudy to a hearing specialist and got Rudy a hearing aid. It
was free because the super claimed it as a safety device.

We talked wrestling and Rudy loved that. I asked him if he had ever
wrestled. He said no, but he had wanted to join the team. He had to work
after school. We got out of the pool and went to my rec room. It had most
of the awards and trophies I had won.  He was impressed.

"Would you like to wrestle a little?" I asked. Rudy nodded his head. "Do
you mind if we do it Greek style, naked?" Rudy smiled. Ollie's cock was
already beginning to get firm.

I do not think I'm telling any secrets, but as a coach, I know what to do
to maximize body and genital contact. Even 100% straight men get hard
sometimes. I wrestled with Ollie first. We were either cock to cock, or
mouth to cock most of the time.

When we broke apart, it was Rudy's turn. He was in better shape than I was,
so he pinned me. He was hard at the end of the match and I licked his cock
as a reward.  Rudy looked as if he had died and gone to heaven.

He was drooling a little precum so I did what I could to increase the flow.
Ollie had meanwhile attached himself to my cock and tasting my special
sauce.

"Are you okay with what I am doing, Rudy?" I asked as I took a break.

"Yes, it's really nice," he replied.

"Would you mind if I kept on doing it?"

"No, it's good," he replied. "I'm afraid I might shoot off."

"I would like that; would it be okay if I ate your cum?" I asked.  "I like
the stuff." I did not wait for an answer and I returned to his bloated
cock.

A little later, he flooded my mouth with his semen. I continued to suck him
until he stopped twitching. When I pulled away, I connected with Ollie and
we sixty-nined. He was close too and we traded sperm.

The two men looked exhausted.  Rudy looked at me. "Do I have to go now?" he
asked. "I liked that a lot."

I smiled. "I liked it too and I would love to play some more."  He rolled
over on the bed, and looked at my cock closely.

"Does it taste good?"

"I think it does," I said. "Have you ever sucked a cock?"

He shook his head. "I've thought about it. I didn't think anyone would suck
me. I can't believe that you would take my cock cream."

"It was exciting for me too." I said. "Did it bother you when I took your
load?"

"I loved it. I didn't know anything could feel so good," Rudy said. He
stuck his tongue out and moved closer to my cock. He looked me in the eye
and then wrapped his lips around my cock head.

He licked my knob. His tongue stroked the underside of my cock head. That
is the most tender part of my cock.  He had avoided the slit, but when he
did that, I knew I was drooling. If it was a problem, I did not notice
it. Rudy was soon trying to deep throat my cock.

"I told you it was good," Ollie said, "He will make more as you suck. It
gets better and thicker."

"Rudy, do what you want. Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable," I
said.  I hate to sound manipulative, but that was a trick I had had learned
from coaching. Some team members resist a direct order. When I presented a
task as being optional, almost everyone did it.

It worked for Rudy. Ollie provided encouragement by sucking Rudy's cock. I
realized that he liked Rudy. He treated Rudy's cock as if it were a rare
flower. He did not suck it; he made love to it. Rudy copied Ollie's
technique and it was beautiful. Five or six minutes later, I lost control,
and Rudy took every drop. He began to twitch as he ejaculated into Ollie's
willing mouth.

After they left, I felt good about the encounter. I had enjoyed it, as had
the two men. I hoped that Ollie and Rudy were going home to practice their
new skills. I was pretty sure they would work things out.

Several days later Freddy had a new man he wanted me to meet. Johnny was a
cop. He would not give his last name. He was more than up tight. Freddy
said he was a good cop, but was prone to losing control at random
intervals. Freddy said the Johnny was an anti-gay gay man.  He could not
reconcile his own desires with his public face.

"You are the perfect gay man for him. You have no affectations or
quirks. You also dealt with being in the closet better than most men do,"
Freddy said, "Johnny needs a role model."

"That puts some pressure on me," I said.

"Be yourself and let things develop," Freddy said. "Johnny needs a gay
friend."

Johnny knocked on my door at eight the next night. He was out of uniform,
but you could tell he was a cop or in the military. He was handsome, with a
crew cut and a strong jaw.

I am more masculine than handsome. That was good for Bobby. We talked. I
told him about my background as a teacher and a coach.  He told me was the
son and grandson of policemen.

"Were you pressured to join the force?"  I asked.

"Not really. I just assumed I would become a cop. I was a little uneasy
when I joined, but as soon as I was on the street, it knew it was a perfect
fit," he explained.

"I felt the same way about teaching and coaching. I liked to teach and
there was enough coaching for it to be fun, not a job," I said. "A science
teacher doesn't need to have winning teams every year."

"Did you win?" he asked.

"I did, but that was just frosting on the cake," I explained. "I don't know
if Dr. Fred told you that I am gay. That could be a problem as a teacher
and coach"

"Did all those naked boys tempt you?"

"No, not at all. I like men not kids. Unfortunately, the public does not
see it that way.  All gay men are pederasts. There was no way I could work
if I was out of the closet," I explained. "It is odd the old men who are
with young women are perfectly acceptable. That doesn't work for men who
like men."

"I also need to tell you that I am not much of a romantic. I like sex as
intense as possible. Holding hands on a long walk on the beach does nothing
for me," I explained.  "I seem to like buddies or pals more than lovers.  I
can be a good friend."

"I like the sex part too, but I can't get comfortable. Sometimes if I drink
too much it is easier, but that is bad for a cop," Johnny said. He
paused. "When I said I drink too much, I was understating the problem."

"One of my pals in the woods had that problem." I said.

"How did you deal with it?" he asked.

"He went on the wagon and we screwed like rabbits all summer," I said. "He
didn't have time to drink between orgasms."

Johnny laughed. "That sounds like a plan," he said. "Freddy didn't tell me
what I was supposed to do here.  I don't know what is next on the agenda."

"I guess we could chat for a while longer, but I am horny as hell," I
replied. "I was hoping we would get naked and have some fun." I began to
unbutton my shirt. I had a feeling it would be easier for Johnny to get
naked than actually agree to sex. I guessed right again.

"I like just about everything," I said as we stripped. "Let's just pay it
by ear and see what happens." Johnny was in good shape, his equipment was
standard issue, but the overall package was impressive. He had a hairy
chest and a treasure tail to his pubic bush. I dropped to my knees and took
his tool into my mouth. He responded well.

When he was rock hard, I pulled away. "For your information, I have no
problem with a mouth full of cum, so you don't need to hold back," I
said. "We have time, so there is no need to rush, but don't worry either
way."

"It takes a while for me to shoot," Johnny said. "What about you?"

"I can pop pretty easily, but I have a short recharge time," I said. "I can
do two or three orgasms pretty easily." I deep throated him again.

"I've never popped more than once with a guy," he said. "Do you like it in
the ass?"

"Not always, it depends on the guy," I said. "I am pretty sure I'd like
yours in me. You like to top?"

"I've only done it a few times, but I liked it," Johnny replied. "It was
good but rushed. I'd like to take my time."

"We've got time," I said. "Can I ask you to do one thing?"

Johnny stiffened. "What?"

"Let your cock do your thinking for you," I answered. "99.9 % of the time
that's a bad idea, but when you're fucking just go with the flow. When it
comes to sex, your cock knows more than your brain." Johnny relaxed and
laughed.

"You may be right about that!"

I returned to my sucking duties. Johnny was oozing precum at a good rate
now. He may have been trying to play it cool and collected, but as I had
asked, his cock had taken control. I worked his balls too.  He seemed to
like that.

As I sucked, I could taste him becoming more excited.

"I'm going to shoot!" he cried. Johnny had a Fourth of July fireworks type
orgasm. I took the early squirts and then began to lick his twitching cock
as they diminished. When he stopped shooting, I pulled away. He looked at
me.  His semen was dribbling from my mouth.

Much to my surprise, he French kissed me, eating his still warm sperm from
my mouth. He ejaculated again, spraying my gut with his cream. He pulled
away.

"I don't know what got into me," he said.

"Now you know what letting your cock take the lead is like," I said. "It
was beautiful! It is exciting to be with a man who is turned on. I've been
there." Johnny was on his back on the bed and he was still hard. "You are
already for round two! Do you want to fuck?"

He hesitated.  I straddled him and sat back on it. It was a perfect
fit. Johnny's eyes crossed and he moaned as it slid into me. Freddy had
visited me earlier that afternoon. He had both plowed and seeded me, so his
cream lubricated me. I did not tell Johnny about that.

I wiggled my ass some and bounced a little. That was good for Johnny if the
moaning was any indicator. I was masturbating his cock with my ass. I
figured he wanted to fuck, so we rolled over so that I was on my back and
he was in the perfect man-ramming position.

Again, Johnny surprised me. He took his time. While he was slowly massaging
my ass, I had the feeling he was using the stimulation to refill his
balls. He had just had a massive orgasm, and he did not yet have the drive
to have a second climax. It was a leisurely, slow session emphasizing
mutual pleasure.

Later, Johnny told he had never taken his time before. It had always been a
mad rush to a climax. He oozed a lot and that made it better for me; there
was no need to lubricate. I knew from my own experience that my cock became
more sensitive as it feels the tight confines of a man ass. I had also been
told that my ass was muscular and tight. I could tighten or loosen my grip
on his tool.

I knew his cock was leaking and depositing his sexual juices. When I
tightened my sphincter, I could milk him. His cum tube was drooling and
depositing his balls juices directly in my ass. Somehow, I knew that soon I
would be doing the same for him. He loved every minute of our connection,
and he would soon have an urge to feel my cock in his ass.

Johnny had considerable stamina, and he lasted for about twenty
minutes. His cock head made contact with my prostate on the first
thrust. While his cock was average, his knob was oversized. My prostate and
I loved that. His orgasm was beautiful. I could feel him squirt and my ass
became a horn of plenty as he filled it with his man seed.

He cooled down, dressed and went home. He seemed uneasy. I gave him my
number. He asked if he could come by again.  I said I would like that, but
I was going away for the weekend and asked if he could make it next
week. That was fine, but he became involved in a big case and we did not
get together again for another week.

He was off duty for the next few days and we sat down with a beer. He was
exhilarated by solving a particularly difficult case and he wanted to
celebrate. As we talked, I discovered his session with me was the first
time he had sex in a bedroom where they was no chance of discovery. He had
not realized how good sex could be without fear of being caught. He was
also worried that he had enjoyed it too much. Johnny had a hyper-masculine
image of himself, and that did not jive with gay sex.

The sex was more relaxed and comfortable this time. Johnny was not quite as
up tight as he had been. We sixty nined and then he fucked me a second
time. I did suggest to him, that while I knew he wasn't gay, it would be
nice if he could pretend he was gay and enjoying it when he was naked and
fucking my ass.

Johnny looked me in the eye and then burst out laughing. "I guess I could
do that," he said. A little later, he was moaning as he plowed me. After he
climaxed we talked again. He wanted to know if I really enjoyed being
fucked.

"I do with the right guy. Sometimes a guy doesn't fit right and things
don't work out," I said. "You fit and that knob of your works my prostate
good!"  Like many men, he did not know much about the prostate and he no
idea of its sexual potential. He was still a young man and the normal
physical exam did not include the prostate.

I gave him an informal prostate exam combined with an oral massage of his
cock. I had the impression he was skeptical as to whether he actually had a
prostate. As I sucked, I gently eased my finger into his ass. As soon as my
finger touched his hole, Johnny oozed extra precum. He became increasingly
excited as I worked my finger into him. I soon discover that he indeed had
a prostate and that it was sensitive. Johnny was moaning again.

I toyed with it until it sudden became hard as a rock and Johnny flooded my
mouth with sperm. When he got his breath back, he asked if that was the way
his cock felt in me.

"A cock his a much larger and more complex sex tool than a finger. It must
be a million times more sensitive and more capable of generating pleasure.
One nice thing about gay sex is that you can know what your partner is
feeling. Man sex is pure pleasure of you do it right. For your information,
you were doing it right!" Johnny smiled.