Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2015 05:38:16 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Coach 9

Coach 9
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
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A few days later, I had scheduled a wrestling match with Cory and Hal. Hal
was bringing a friend who was into wrestling.  Our first match had been a
success and we were all ready to do it again. I asked Hal if his friend was
into it.

Hal smiled. "My pal Jake isn't a very good wrestler, but he real good about
losing, if you get my drift," he said. "Real good!" I knew what that meant.

Toby called me on Saturday morning and asked if he could come by.  I told
him I was busy, and then told him about the wrestling match.  He said he
would try to get together another time and hung up. Five minutes later, he
called back.

"Is there any chance your buddies would like to have another wrestler? I
wrestled a little in high school," he asked.

"I am pretty sure they would love another participant," I said. "You know
these guys are gay, and the wrestling is just an excuse for sex?  You don't
know any of them," I explained.

"I know that," Toby said.

"You know the winner gets to fuck the loser? You would be expected to open
up for any one of them," I said.

"Do you think I might lose?" he asked. "Do they shoot off in you?"

"I can't tell if you will win or lose. Shooting off is the reason for the
matches. Where they shoot is up to the winner," I said. "If you are really
excited you may not have control." I knew that sometimes men lost on
purpose if they liked the guy they were with, or just wanted the
experience. "It's at 2:00. Come by if you want.

Cory, Hal and Jake were on time; Toby arrived a few minutes later. As I
expected, the other men were more than willing to play with Toby. Toby
liked what he saw too. Jake was a beefy, dirty blond, who had a slight baby
face and a close cropped beard. You could tell he was a former jock, but
you also knew his main exercise recently had been pressing the buttons on
the remote control, and getting the Doritos and dip from the kitchen.

We went to my rec room and stripped. Jake was pale with swirling blond hair
on his chest and flowing towards his bush. He was also unexpectedly well
hung. He had a thick, uncut seven incher, framed by big balls. All of them
soon belonged to a mutual admiration society.  None of them fit gay
stereotypes. That rang Toby chimes.

Toby connected to Cory first. He had the build of a football player and
that was good.  They wrestled vigorously and Toby won the first match; he
was quite a bit bigger. Toby suggested they do the best two out of three.
Toby then wrestled with Hal as Cory played with Jake. Jake's seven-inch
tool, turned into an eight and a half inch rectal probe. It got thicker
too. When they stopped playing, Toby saw Jake's cock. I think Toby might
have just discovered he was a size queen.

We took a break to have a drink and catch our breath. Toby got along with
everyone. He seemed to be comfortable with being naked and did not object
to the obviously sexual atmosphere of the matches. Jake loved it.

"You know, I was raised in a conservative, Baptist home. The general rule
was that if you enjoyed it, it was probably bad and sinful," Jake said. "I
have two brothers and three sisters. I still can believe my folks did it
six times. It could have been six virgin births, but I'm not much like
Jesus. Mom was forever telling us how awful our births were. We all but
killed her. The worst thing possible was to get a girl pregnant. That was
the sort of blot that would leave you condemed to the fires of hell forever
and ever."

"You seem to have escaped from that approach to life," Toby said.

"I was lucky. One of my brothers is a hellfire and damnation preacher, and
two of my sisters are spinster teachers. I was the oldest and biggest
boy. One of my uncles broke his leg and I went to help him on the farm. I
had graduated from high school and thought I might join the Army. I learned
about sex at the farm," he said.

"Did you learn from your Uncle?" I asked.

"No, I don't think he was into that. There were two next-door neighbors,
Henry and George, who helped. The break in my Uncle's leg was bad. He was
in pain most of the time and could not do much of anything. I had never
been on a farm and was clueless. Henry and George told me what to do. I am
a fast learner, and we got along well."

"They were cheerful guys and fun to be with.  They did not go to
church. Henry said they were members of the First Church of the Druid Horn
dogs. I walked in on them going at it with a neighbor. At first, I was
shocked, but I soon realized they were having fun. When you are eighteen,
the fun was more attractive than the shock," he said.

"I think it works the same way when you are fifty-five!" Toby said. "What
happened next?"

"George saw me looking. He told me to either join in or go back to the
farm. I did not want to join in, but I really didn't want to leave
either. George told me to get naked or get scarce. No one had seen my cock
and I soon realized it was a hit.  I didn't know it was big and I had no
clue as to what you could do with it," Jake said.

"Luckily, Henry and George knew exactly what I could do with it. They
weren't pretty, but they made up for that with their willingness to help me
out. You might think that the old guys would take advantage of me, but it
was the other way around. I went from being a total virgin to being a
master fucker in a half hour. George said I had a gift for fucking," he
explained. Toby looked a little dubious.

"I can vouch for that," Cory said. "I've been fucked and didn't like it
much. Somehow, Jake talked me into it and damn, if I wasn't doing a fancy
dance on his pole in no time flat. I was shocked."

"Did it hurt?" Toby asked.  "I really don't know. I know I had the best
orgasm ever, but the rest is a haze," Cory said.  "I feel like wrestling
again." Cory and Hal made up the first match.

The phone rang and I answered it.  It was Randy.  He was back in town and
wanted to come over. I told we were having a wrestling match.

"Is this a winner fucks the loser thing?" he asked.  I told him it was.

"Is there room for one more?" he asked. I told him there was.  I knew no
one in the group would object.

Five minutes later, Randy was naked and wrestling with Jake. He had been
parked in front of the house when he called me.

Toby was standing next to me as we watched. Jake and Randy excited him.

"I hope Randy wins," he said. "I'd like to wrestle with him. I think I
could win."

I smiled. "You never know. If you lost would it be a big problem?" I asked.

Toby looked me in the eye. "I don't think so," he relied. "That might
actually be an opportunity," he added in a whisper. Randy won and he and
Toby faced off.

It was a good match, but men were naturally competitive. They may have had
a sexual agenda, but once they were wrestling, their instincts took
over. Randy beat the older man. It was time for the awards ceremony. I am
pretty sure that Cory, Jake and Hal would normally have taken their prizes
in the form of sperm distribution already, but Randy and Toby were hot
men. They were willing to congratulate the winner and console the loser. It
was a win-win situation for them.

Everyone was hot-to-trot, but no one was rushed. The wrestling fantasy
ended and we became a group of me who ready, willing and able to connect
sexually. There was no slow build up. I had lube available and we were all
ready to fuck.

I discovered that Jake's ass was a sexual amusement park. He was
experienced, a confirmed bottom and he was willing to please. That was good
for Toby.  Jake was not shy or embarrassed by his interests at all. He made
sure that everyone knew what he liked and how much he enjoyed every cock
that tickled his prostate. Toby was more timid, but realized no one would
think badly of him if he admitted he liked man sex.

Cory had won most of his matches. He was a vigorous fucker and he liked to
pull out just short of an orgasm. He tended to lose interest after he shot
off, so he delayed that as long as possible. He pulled out of Hal to avoid
shooting off. I pulled out of Jake and filled Hal's void.

Toby and Randy then tag teamed Jake's ass. Jake was in heaven, and the two
fuckers enjoyed it too. Cory returned to Hal and I went to Jake. That left
Randy and Toby unoccupied. Randy did not say anything but he wanted to
screw Toby. Toby knew it was his turn.

He took it like a man. Randy had a thick cock, which wasn't ideal for
novice, but he was also careful and he took his time. I might have taken
more time, but Toby was a man's man, and being too delicate would have
insulted him.

Randy shot an impressive load into him. Cory came over to Toby
afterwards. He talked briefly with Toby and then nosed his thinner tool
into the freshly opened ass. His cock was easier to take than Randy's was
and I think it hit the right spots. Cory got excited after the first few
minutes and he got into it big time. He had a very vocal orgasm. I think
that flattered Toby.

Randy has a short recharge time, and he came back for seconds. This time
they connected and bonded. I was afraid this would be too much for Toby,
but I think he had a sexual deficit of many years and this was good.

In videos, often you see the men in a gangbang treating the bottom like
dirt. Hal and Jake would have willingly traded places with Toby. We all had
a good time, switching sexual playmates. Once Toby made peace with being
fucker, he seemed to enjoy the top more.  Knowing that he could reciprocate
freed him to be bolder.  We were all pals by the time we broke up.

A friend back home died and I went back to the funeral. I saw many old
friends, but I discovered that I missed my new role as a sex coach.  Sex on
a monthly basis had seemed wild a crazy when I was coaching. Doing it daily
seemed hardly adequate now. I wanted more and I was excited and turned on
as I drove home. Freddy had a patient waiting for me.

Julian was the older half of a gay couple. He was fifty-five and his
partner, Billy, was forty. Julian was ultra-vanilla. He had a limited range
of sexual activities he liked.  He was afraid that Billy wanted more and
that he would leave unless Julian did more.

I asked Freddy if he had talked to Billy. He had.  They were a Mutt and
Jeff pair. Julian was a short, stocky stockbroker, a very successful
broker, according to Freddy. Billy was a good looking, well-built
carpenter. He wasn't poor, but he was not close to Julian's economic
level. Billy had a difficult childhood, and Freddy thought that Julian was
the father figure he never had.  He provided a stable and orderly life that
Billy never had.

Julian was an only child and had loving parents. He was not a potential
teenaged heartthrob, but he excelled academically. He was a born salesman,
but was never sexually desirable.

Several days later Julian came to see me. He didn't cut an impressive
figure, but once we started talking he was an engaging and likeable man.
In some ways, he had a split personality. He was confident and
knowledgeable in social and business situations, but deeply unsure
sexually. His lover was tall and good-looking.

"Why don't you ask him what he wants sexually?" I asked.

"I am afraid I wouldn't be able to do what he wants," Julian replied. "What
if we did it and I hated it? What if I did it wrong?"

"Well, I can help you with that if you are willing," I said. "Willing is a
key requirement." He said he was willing.

"Let's go to the bed room and get naked," I said.  Julian was
uneasy. "Julian, we've got to start somewhere."

"I know," he replied. We went to the bedroom and stripped. Julian looked
chubby and dumpy. Naked he was hairy and chunky, but solid. His pubic bush
concealed his equipment.

"You are big," he said.

"Am I bigger than Billy?"

"He's as long as you, but it's thinner," he said. "I am uneasy being naked
with another man." I went over to him and fondled his balls.

"There is no reason to be uneasy. We are here for the same reason.  We are
both adults," I said. His cock responded. He had an uncut fireplug. I
stroked it.

"It's short," he said apologetically.

"It's standard issue. I think it looks short because of its thickness," I
said. "I have no problems with a fireplug."

"Billy calls it the fireplug too," Julian said.

"He wasn't complaining; was he?" I asked.

"No, but he says it leaks like an old kitchen faucet," he added.

"Take it from me, that isn't a complaint," I said as I dropped to my knees
and began to suck him. He moaned. Julian was responsive, but his cock was
ultra-responsive. I felt appreciated. He did indeed leak, but it was sweet
and plentiful precum.  I did not need to work for it; it was almost
instantaneous. I recognized that he was an excited man. He saw it as a
flaw.

"Does Billy ooze much?" I asked.

He nodded as he returned the favor and sucked me.  Julian was a timid
sucker but he also relaxed some, since he was in familiar territory.

"Let's take a shower," I suggested.  He was willing and he relaxed more. He
was one of those people who though sex was dirty. The shower was a
success. He was comfortable and sucked me with more enthusiasm. I sucked
him and washed his hole in the process. Somehow, my finger got in him and
pressed his prostate before he had a chance to complain. I do not know if
he knew he had a prostate and I know he did not know what it could do. The
flow of precum doubled. He moaned.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked.

"I sure am, but I'm going to wait until you beg me to fuck you," I said.

"I'm afraid it may be a long wait," he said.  It was not a complaint or a
challenge. It was a statement of fact from his point of view.

"I doubt that," I replied. We had a good time and he left happy.

About ten minutes later, someone knocked on my door.  It was Billy. He
though Julian was cheating on him. I asked him in and we talked. I told him
right out my job as a sex coach and about Julian's concerns. He knew Julian
was worried but he thought he had found a better man.  I told him that was
all wrong.

"Julian thinks you want more sex and more variety than he has given you," I
explained.  "Well, he is a bit on a Johnnie-One-Note sexually. He is such a
good guy, it doesn't matter," Billy said. "I've not done much anyway. I
messed around with some women a while ago, but they don't do much for me. I
don't know why."

"Have you ever thought that might be because they are the wrong sex?" I
asked.

"Maybe that is the case," he said. "I don't feel gay."

"Gay isn't a one size fits all proposition. I think there is a variety of
versions. Julian wants to please you," I said.

Billy smiled at me. "I am willing to be pleased!" he said.

At our next session, I told Julian about my conversation with Billy. I
guess one of the rules of therapy is to gain the trust of your client.  He
felt much better about Billy. He knew he should do more but it was not a
rush situation. We showered and he seemed more comfortable and at ease. I
had a little surprise for him. Billy was in the next room and joined us in
the shower.

Julian was shocked, but natural male hormones quickly took over. Billy was
fully erect and ready. Julian was somewhat less enthusiastic, but Billy was
a good-looking man and my hormones tool control. We went to the bedroom and
I sat on Billy's tool. It was an easy fit and enjoyable.  Julian sucked my
cock as I bounced on his partner's organ. Billy sucked Julian so we were
all occupied.

"Would you like to take my place?" I asked.

"I've never done that, but I might," he replied. "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all, but I am experienced," I said. "I think Billy would let you
take your time. It feels great."

"I could sit on yours maybe?" Billy said. "I'd like that." Julian was
willing to do that.  The fireplug vanished. Julian looked happy, but not as
happy as Billy.  It must have hit just the right spot. I fed Julian my
member and sucked his partner. All was well.

Fifteen minutes later Julian was skewered on Billy's cock as he sucked me
and I sucked Julian. I could tell from the precum flow that he was not
faking anything. He shot off filling my mouth with the thick stuff. We
broke apart and I kissed Billy feeding him his partner's cream. Julian was
at Billy's cock and took his load. From his reaction, I could tell he had
never done that before, and it was a successful experiment.