Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 18:31:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: All State  12

All State 12

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.

Ashton and Brad kept in touch with me for the rest of the year. They seemed
to think I was a sex guru who knew the answers to their questions, worries
and anxieties.  The two of them had a shit load of worries, most of which
were either stupid or based on misinformation of the grossest sort.  If
there was an old wife's tale or urban legend, they believed it.

It didn't appear as if any reason or intelligent discourse was a part of
the boys' upbringing.  Fear and dread combined with mindless obedience and
rote learning were the basis of their approach to sex and to life.
Curiously, morality didn't play a role either.  I have never felt it was
acceptable to take advantage of people or use them for your pleasure and
disregard their feelings or wants.

Sex is a two-way street in my book.  I have always felt I give as much as I
take. For Ashton and Brad you avoided "sin" because you didn't want to go
to hell. That you caused pain and unhappiness to another person wasn't
mentioned.  Both had gone off on mission trips to Mexico and Central
America. They "preached the Gospel," but since neither spoke Spanish, I
realized the preaching was for them, not for the Mexican peasants.  Maybe
I'm crazy, but this seemed downright perverse to me.

Ashton got a job in Washington, D.C. and his friend was in Richmond,
working for a bank. That summer I was in D.C. taking a vacation before
football practice started in August when I ran into Ashton on the Mall. He
said Brad was visiting that evening and asked me over to dinner at his
apartment.  He had found a place on Capitol Hill and wanted to show it off.

I agreed to come over. He said dinner was at seven. I was looking forward
to getting together with them again. When I got there, Brad was already
there, but much to my surprise there were two other young men.  Ashton
introduced them as Jody and Larry. All four of them were clean-cut jocks,
muscular and toned.

Jody had been a collegiate wrestler for a school up north.  He was a short
fire plug of a man, massive and stocky, but without an ounce of fat.  Larry
had been a basketball player, tall and thin.  He was built like the
scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.  He wasn't handsome at all, but he was
attractive in an "aw shucks" country boy way.

The apartment was nice, the top floor of a townhouse.  It was warm, since
the air-conditioning didn't work too well.  It was also well furnished.
Ashton was sub-letting it from a State Department employee who was
stationed in Egypt for the next two years.  It was a good arrangement for
Ashton.

Dinner was basic, but good.  Ashton served wine, which I knew was a
breakthrough for him.  I suspected this was a new experience for the other
guests too, but they all were polite enough to follow the host's lead. When
Ashton offered a second glass, everyone took him up on it. The food and the
wine loosened everyone up.

They were suburban or rural boys in the big city.  They liked what they
found there, but they had trouble relating their experiences to their
backgrounds.  Larry was a biologist working as an intern at the National
Institutes of Health. Jody was working at the State Department. Ashton was
an aide to a Senator. They all knew they weren't in Kansas anymore.

The four young men thought they were just friends, but it didn't take me
long to see Jody was in love with Ashton and Larry had the hots for Brad.
I caught several glances from them looking at me and knew they all had the
fantasy of getting it on with a coach.  I look like a coach, talk like a
coach and act like a coach. They liked that.

I was unclear what Ashton's plan for the night was.  Was this a purely
social event, or was he hoping for a sexual finale?  I didn't know.  We
were sitting and talking after dinner, when Ashton said, "Guys, let me show
you the apartment's rec room."

He led us into the master bedroom.  Ashton slid open a panel, revealing a
Jacussi big enough for a health club.

"Wow!" Larry exclaimed, "it looks like a Playboy pad."  That it did. The
tub itself was black, the tile enclosure looked like a Moorish fantasy in
gold and azure. A stained glass window gave some light.  A clear panel in
the middle of the window let you catch a glimpse of the Capitol dome.  It
was pink, illuminated by the rays of the setting sun.

"Do you use it much?" Jody asked.

"No," Ashton said.  "It uses so much water I feel guilty."  He paused.  "I
did fill it tonight."  Ashton did have a plan for the evening and it wasn't
all conversation.

"I don't need any more hints than that!"  I said, "Let's get in." I took my
shirt off and stripped.  As I guessed, they all followed my lead.  The
water was hot, so I sat on the edge and eased myself into the water.  This
gave the boys a chance to had a good look at my cock.

Jody had a fat uncut cock and big balls.  His skin was long and completely
covered his plum-sized cock head.  Jody's body was hairy.  I guessed he was
Italian or Greek.  Larry was blond, with sparce body hair except for his
bush.  He had low hangers and a white, cut snake hanging low too.  I looked
them over and didn't pretend I wasn't.

"There's some nice meat in this tub." I said.

"What do you mean?" Larry asked.

"Cock, my boy, cock," I replied.  He blushed. "We're off duty, it's okay to
look.  At school everyone pretends not to look or be interested in their
teammates' equipment.  Everyone is interested or at least curious.  We're
not at school here, it's okay to look.  Life would be easier if we all
admitted it and stopped pretending."

Larry laughed nervously.  "You may be right about that.  You do kind of
take a peak once and a while."

"When you're my height cocks are at eye level," Jody said.  "It's funny,
you pretend they're not there most of the time.  Girls have their boobs
hanging out and on display, but cocks are invisible."

"Cocks aren't pretty," Brad said.  "I bet if girls' breasts got hard when
they were excited and tripled in size, I bet you'd see damn few low-cut
dresses."  Everyone laughed at that.

"You may have something there," I agreed.  "I think cocks are hidden
because they tell you too much about what a guy is thinking.  Cocks don't
lie.  You can't pretend something doesn't excite you.  Cocks can't pretend.
They get hard in spite of what you want."

"It's embarrassing," Jody said.

"It is, but I'm not sure it should be," I said.  "I don't think you have
much control over what turns you on.  If you could just admit you like what
you like the world would be a better place.  95% of the things which turn
on men are harmless, who cares?  Whatever floats your boat."

"You want things to be normal," Larry said.

"I'm not sure what normal is," Ashton said.  "I knew what was normal when I
was going to Emmanuel college, but I don't here in Washington.  There are
so many different people from different places.  At my school everyone was
from the same sort of family and thought just about the same way."

"I've noticed that too," Larry said.  "It isn't so much that they don't
think the way you do, it's that they never considered thinking my way."

"Are you okay with that?" I asked.

"I wasn't too sure when I came here, but I'm getting use to it," Larry
replied.  "I came here with a friend from school.  He went back home, it
was too much for him."

"Do you really think you can't control your sexual interests?" Jody asked.
He was almost whispering.

"I don't think, I know," I said.  "You can pretend, you can lie to
yourself, and you can control your actions, but you can't change what turns
you on.  Quite frankly, unless what turns you on involves pain or
humiliation, I don't think you should.  I have a feeling there are a lot of
mean and unhappy people who have tried to do it.  They just get meaner and
more unhappy."

"The nuns at school," Jody said.  Everyone laughed at that too.

"I think I knew one or two Deacons in my church who fit that description,"
Brad said.  "I use to think they were saved.  I'm not so sure now.  They
may be virtuous, but they've never said a nice word to anyone in years."

"I'll bet they never look at cocks," Larry said, "Or even think about
them." I had been in the water and got out again.  My cock was getting a
bit hard and Larry was transfixed, staring at it.

"I wouldn't bet the farm on that," I said.  "As I said, you can pretend,
but sexual drives are there whether you want them or not. Sex is built into
human wiring.  Only an idiot would think you can ignore them."  Brad got
out of the water and sat on the side of the tub. He was sporting a raging
hard-on.  Larry and Jody's eyes bugged out, but they stayed in the tub.

"The cock is the Swiss Mountain knife of the male anatomy. Most organs
perform only one function," I continued.  "We piss though it, make babies
with it and.  .  ."

"We can also have some fun with it!" Ashton finished my sentence.

Jody laughed nervously. "I guess we've all beat the meat once or twice. I
remember trying to find ways to hide the cum from Mom."

"I used a sock," Larry said.  "My jockeys got too stiff!"

"I had a cum rag stashed in the garage," Brad added. "That old piece of
cloth was hard as cardboard. If my Dad had found it, he would have killed
me. He thought jerking off sent you straight to hell." Larry got out of the
water and joined Brad and me on the edge of the tub.  He too was hard. His
long cock curved to a big, pink, mushroom head.

"It looks like we could all use a release." I said.  "Do any of you guys
want to have a little play session?"

"Jerk off together?" Jody asked. He got out, his cock was beautiful. It was
a classic beer can cock.  His shiny cockhead poked out if the foreskin.

"Damn, that looks good enough to eat." Ashton said. He leaned over and
sucked Jody's cock.

"Holy Mother of God!" Jody exclaimed. The look of shock on Jody's face
changed to a look of pure bliss in a second or two. Larry got back in the
water and slid over to Brad and sucked his cock. The games had begun.

"Boys, we'd better get out of this tub or we'll be cooked," I said, we all
got out, dried off and went to the bed.  Larry was shivering a little.

"I never thought I'd ever do that," he said under his breath. I put my arm
around his shoulders.

"Did you know you could feel so much?" I asked

He looked at me. "How did you know that?"

"We've all been there at one time or another," I replied. "Believe me when
I tell you, it only gets better."

"It does?"

"Believe me!"  With that comment I dropped to the floor and took his
mushroom into my mouth. Larry moaned in response. His whole body twitched
and a glob of pre cum oozed from his slit. Next to us, Jody was sucking
Ashton. We got on the bed. I continued to suck Larry. He was taking care of
Brad. Eventually Jody was at my cock and somehow Ashton and Larry made a
sexual connection.

Larry popped first and started a chain reaction orgasm which rippled
through the ring.  It was a gully washer of a climax. There is something
exciting about a man shooting 23 years of repressed sex into my mouth.
Years of desire and lust shot from his cock in volley after volley.  When
Larry was finished, I looked up and saw Jody shoot off, Roman candle
style. All of us were coated with Jody's spunk.

Ashton licked some it off.  We cooled off afterward and talked. One of the
nice things about messing around with younger guys, they don't lose
interest after only one orgasm. Larry deflated to half staff, but after ten
minutes he was fully erect.

"I've never done anything like this before," Jody said.  "I can't believe
what it felt like."

"You liked it?" I asked.

"God yes," Larry answered.  I had no idea.  I wish it wasn't so . . . ?"  I
knew where he was going, but he got confused.

"You wish it wasn't so dirty or immoral?  Is that where you were heading?"
I asked.  "Don't even go there.  If you think it's immoral to feel pleasure
or to give to your friends and buddies, you've got real problems.  We're
all adults here.  Back stabbing, cheating and betrayal are immoral.
Sharing sex with men you like isn't."

"You don't think so?" Jody asked.

"Do unto others," I said.  "That's the rule.  Have you done anything you
aren't willing to have done to you this evening?  All of you sucked and
were sucked.  Which was most pleasurable? " The boys looked confused.
"Hey, that was a rhetorical question.  I'll tell you how I feel about it.
I'd had a few blow jobs when I was in college.  They were good, but I
didn't enjoy it fully until I sucked a cock in return."

"This older guy had blown me several times.  He was a nice guy, a big time
fan of the team I was on.  He took me out to dinner and I drank too much. I
went to his hotel room and he blew me.  This happened a few times.  Looking
back, I realize I was getting drunk on purpose to get up enough nerve," I
said.  "At that time I needed an excuse to explain letting go and having
sex.  The third time we got together I decided to suck him. It was more out
of a sense of fairness than desire.  He was doing all the work and I was
getting all the pleasure.  It didn't seem right."

"When I sucked his cock, it was like a lightening bolt.  I suddenly knew
what he had been experiencing when he sucked me, but I was turned on by his
reaction.  I was excited at what I could do for him.  He moaned, he
twitched and leaked." I explained.  "During sex you aren't just physically
naked, you're emotionally naked.  You can't hide anything.  For a short
while all the pretense and attitude of daily life are gone."

"Is it always this good?" Larry asked.

"Well, it can only be so bad," Ashton said a bit sheepishly.  We all
laughed.

"As far as I can tell, it just keeps on getting better," I said.  "You meet
men you really like and that is even bettergood.  Maybe I sound like a
Coach, but practice makes perfect.  You learn new skills.  I wasn't fucked
until I was in my 30s.  I was shocked when someone rang my chimes for the
first time."

"You like to be fucked?" Larry asked.  I sensed he was excited by the
prospect.

"I sure do," I relied.  "I like to top too, but it's the bottom that
excites me the most.  I don't know about you, but I'm ready for another
round, are you guys game?" I asked. No one objected. "I may be rushing
things, but I'd love to take a ride on your love poles." I saw Jody's cock
twitch when I said that.  I knew he was willing.

A few minutes later I was on my back with my legs on Larry's shoulders.
Larry had the perfect combination of rock hard cock and a gentle nature.
He was afraid of hurting me, so he pushed gently and slowly.  Ashton, Brad
and Jody formed a ring around me watching as Larry's mushroom popped
through my sphincter.  The curve of his erect tool really hit the spot and
I moaned as he slowly pumped.

"Is that as good for you as it looks?" Jody asked in a whisper.  I nodded.
Just them Larry shot off.  It was another four alarm climax.  He pulled out
about half way through and sprayed me with the remains of his load.  I will
swear the boy had 23 years of cum back up in his balls, and screaming for
release.

When Larry pulled out, Ashton slipped in.  After he popped, Brad stepped up
to the plate.  Jody was last.  He looked at me.  "Is it okay?" he asked.
Jody had that tone of voice suggesting he was afraid I would say it wasn't,
but he desperately wanted to fuck.

"If you don't mind using your pals' cum as lube, go right ahead," I
replied.  "It may be a bit sloppy."

He didn't mind one bit.  You can never tell how a cock will strike the
organs in your ass.  Jody's beer can cock hit the bull's eye.  I had
relaxed after the first three men and it caught me off guard.  Jody went
crazy and I was right behind him.  I experienced the most intense session
of love making I had felt in years.  There was cum everywhere.

Afterward I looked at the clock next to the bed.  It was only 9:00.  The
night was still young.  Instinctively, I realized my quartet of playmates
still had a lot of life left.  By the time I left the next morning, I had
introduced Larry and Jody to their prostates.  As a coach, I had more
influence than I should have, but both were ripe and willing.

Moans woke me just before dawn.  Jody was slowly massaging Ashton's
prostate with his cock and Brad was ramming Larry.  The boys were fast
learners.