Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 15:00:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: All State 14

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.

Toby and Julian were both ready to take a walk on the wild side. I
suggested we all lubricate our asses. First I sat on the edge of the bed,
laid back, pulled up my legs and told them to work some lube into my
hole. They liked that. When they were done, I got them to get on the bed,
with their legs spread. I put some lube on my fingers and touched the boy's
holes. Both boys shivered.

I circled my finger around the hole, with each circle of a smaller
radius. Soon I was at their pucker. Julian was rock hard before I even
penetrated his hole.

"Relax a little," I said. I got on the bed, straddled Julian and sat back
on his cock. It slid into my ass like a hot knife through butter. I caught
him totally by surprise. He was deep in my ass before he knew it.

"Fucking wonderful!" he cried. I undulated my hips and contracted ass
toying with his cock. It was good for me too. He was so hard I could rub my
prostate against it. I rose up a few times, then sat back. His cock was in
my ass, but I was in control. Julian loved it.

"You really like this don't you?" Toby asked as he watched me work his
brother's cock with my ass. "Your cock is hard as a rock."

"I sure do," I replied. "Do you want to try it?"

"I think I do," Toby said.

"Damn, I'm shooting!" Julian cried. I could feel his cock spewing his seed
in my ass. Squeezing my ass, I felt his cock twitch as it ejaculated.
Julian would take a while to recover from this one. I pulled off of his
cock. I thought he had finished, but my movement must have induced another
shot. His cum spurted against my hole.

Going over to Toby I asked, "Are you ready?" He nodded. "You want to feel
my cock in your ass, don't you?" He nodded again. I pushed him back on the
bed gently and lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I had lubed his hole well
before, I looked at my cock and saw it was coated in precum. It didn't need
any lubricant.

Nudging my cock head into Toby's ass, he shivered. I pushed gently. I felt
a little resistance, but then my head slipped in. My mushroom was in the
dark and warm side of his sphincter. Toby winced a second, then relaxed.
His cock was hard and I saw a bead of milky and thick fluid at his slit. I
reached down and collected it on a finger, then I tasted it. It was the
salty, slightly bitter taste of cum.

I didn't move, so Toby had a chance to get under control. His eyes were
closed and he had a blissful look on his face. He relaxed. "Are you ready
for me to go deeper?" I asked when I thought he had recovered.

"God, yes!" he exclaimed. I pushed deeper. There was no resistance, but it
was a tight fit. His ass tightly grasped my cock. Usually there is a lot of
pain when you have to shoe horn your cock in a guy's ass. Toby was as tight
as I had ever felt, but was taking it easily. He was also taking it with
enthusiasm.

His ass swallowed my cock, then grasped it like a snake swallowing its
prey. We bonded. I had never felt as close a connection between my cock and
another man's ass in my life. Every movement felt good to me, but every
thrust was a 4th of July fireworks display for Toby. He was on cloud nine,
floating in space on my cock.

Much to my surprise, it took a lot of work to make him pop. The one spurt
of cum he ejaculated when I popped in must have released the pressure. As I
rammed him, I soon realized there was no need to be gentle. The harder
thrusts we better for him. Finally I felt his ass contract just before his
orgasm and that was enough to push me over the edge. Strangely our orgasms
were coordinated. I would shoot a volley into his ass and a second later he
would shoot his load. It felt as if he was shooting my cum out through his
cock.

I was wiped out after that episode, but the boys were still ready to
go. Julian was hard again as I pulled out of his brother's ass.

"Julian, why don't you try out Toby's ass, it should be well lubed with my
cum," I said.  "I don't know," he murmured.

"Boys, you're friends, aren't you?" I asked. They nodded. "Well, I'm only
here for one night. You've both got a cock and an ass hole, why don't you
see if you can enjoy yourselves?" Julian came up to his brother and put
Toby's limp legs on his shoulders. Julian's cock was longer than mine, but
not as thick. It slipped in effortlessly.

Toby sighed in pleasure. I could see Julian's face. He was totally
unprepared for the intensity of feeling. He slowly pumped his cock into
Toby's ass and was almost in a trance it felt so good. The three of us
spent the rest of the night playing a game of anal musical chairs. Whoever
had an open ass, soon had someone filling it. I had to get back home the
next morning, so I didn't have a chance to experiment further with the
boys.

I missed the next All State Tournament, but I had an interesting interlude
at a summer camp for aspiring wrestlers. I hadn't been involved in
wrestling for years, but I had coached successfully in the past. The man in
charge of the camp was in a bad accident and I was asked to substitute for
him. The camp was for high school wrestlers. The councilors were all older
college students or High School coaches.

Willy Robbins, my old friend, called and gave me a heads up on the
camp. "Have you met Art Donner?" he asked. I said I had said hello to him,
but that was it.

"Art's a nice guy, unmarried, devoted to his teams, a real fixture," Willy
said. "He's retiring this year. I'm not sure he's ever had a social life,
not to mention a sex life."

"Still waters run deep," I said. "You can never tell what a man does in the
bedroom."

"You're right about that, but Art's a really straight arrow. A bit sad in
some ways," Willy added. "He's only 58 but they had a financial problem at
the school and he had to retire with all of the other senior
teachers. Replaced them with 22 year olds. He was wiped out by it. He's a
nice guy, and I think he's well equipped. "

"Well, if he hasn't used it yet, there one hell of an orgasm in my future,"
I said. Willy laughed and hung up the phone. The camp was once used by a
boy's club and had fairly good facilities, but not fancy. The cabins were
basic, but each had its own bathroom and shower.

The staff quarters were individual rooms, with a common shower
facility. The showers had originally been individual stalls, but these had
been removed, so it had become more like a school gang shower. As the
director, I had a suite of two rooms, but still shared the shower.  Art and
I were the old men of the group. Bob Shorter was a body builder- strength
man; Marty Benedito was a heavyweight wrestling coach. Tyrone Washington
was a middleweight coach. The wild man of our group was Walter Emerson,
better known as Wally the Walrus in the professional wrestling circuit. He
was indeed a wild man.

Every two weeks there was a new group of campers. It was a very intense
camp, so there was little time to do anything other than work when the
campers were there. Fortunately, the campers left on Friday afternoon and
the new campers didn't arrive until the late afternoon on Sunday, so we did
get a break.

On the first weekend off, everyone went home except for Wally the Walrus,
Art and me. Wally and Art didn't hit it off right away, but they made peace
after a while. In spite of his unconventional appearance Wally was good
with the kids. He shaved his head and had a Walrus-like body shape and
mustache. He was a good influence. Wally made fun of his career in
professional wrestling and encouraged them to take the sport seriously. He
was also aggressively anti-steroids. That is what reconciled him to Art who
shared the same opinions.  Wally privately told me he was gay on the first
day. I asked him if he had a hankering for underage kids. He said, "No, I
like my meat aged."

"I'm I aged enough?" I asked. He smiled. "You might well be," he said, "but
let me warn you about one thing. I've got a lover in New York. We have an
open relationship, so I'm interested in sex, plain and simple. No love, no
long term commitment, my idea of a long term relationship is the time
between getting turned on and shooting off."

"Wally, I've got no problem with that at all. Quick in and quick out, with
a lot of heavy breathing in the middle is my idea of the perfect sexual
experience," I said. I had seen Wally in the showers, but hadn't had a
chance to get a good look at him. When the last of the campers left, the
kitchen staff was off too, so I offered to make dinner on the grill for the
three of us. Art went off to get some beer. It was very relaxed now the
campers were gone. Wally was a great story teller and we had a pleasant
evening.

The sun was setting when the conversation turned to our early experiences
in wrestling. "Damn, those were good days," Wally said, "getting all hot
and sweaty with your buddies."

"I loved it then," Art said. "I was the best wrestler in school, so I
always won. Somehow when your nearing 60 you don't win all the time."

"You liked your job, didn't you?" I asked.

"I've been doing it for almost 35 years. Sure I liked it," Art said.

"I'm still winning, every time," Wally said. "It's just that I'm playing
another game. When I was a kid, I was worried about winning. Looking back,
it was the physical contact with my buddies I liked. Did you ever wrestle
naked?"

"A few times with my pal in the basement of his house," I said. "I still
remember it as if it was yesterday."

Art looked uncertain, then he finally said, "Sure, some of us tried it. Our
coach told us that the way they did it in ancient times."

"Did you care whether you won or lost?" Wally asked.

Art smiled, "Not at all, although I'm not sure I ever thought of it that
way. I was good to be with your buddies."

"I got hard the first time I did it. I don't think I had ever been more
embarrassed," I said. "It didn't bother anyone."

"Hell, that happened to me and no one cared," Art said. "At the time it
happened it seemed to me more guys wanted to wrestle me. Go figure."

"Does that ever happen in the professional ring?" I asked.

"Not when the tv cameras are running," Wally said. "Sometimes I'd wrestle
for a private party. I would guess I was batting a thousand there. You
could easily clear another two or three hundred dollars if you showed
hard."

"Is that the way it worked?" Art asked.

"It sure was. As long as you are straight in front of the TV cameras, what
you do on your own time was fine," Wally said.

"Someone's always watching you if you're a coach in a small town," Art
said. "My principal was obsessed with finding gays. I had a bad experience
early in my career. A student cracked up and accused me of coming on to
him. Fortunately he also accused the principal, so he lost credibility, but
I had several months of hell to go through. The principal still watched me
like a hawk, trying to trip me up."

"Was he a closet case?" I asked.

"That's probably so," Art said. "He was married to the coldest woman I have
ever met, never had any children."

"You're retired now, there's no need to worry anymore," I said.

"Why don't we do it again?" Wally asked.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Nekkid rasselling!" he replied. I think we had all had enough beer for
that to sound pretty good.

Art laughed. "Do you promise not to throw a hard-on?"

"Shit, I'll promise to get hard and happy!" Wally said. "And I expect the
same of you."

"That sounds fair," I said. We were sitting on the grassy lawn in front of
the quarters. Wally stripped in record time. The sun was setting so the
light was dim. Art and I were shortly behind him. Wally and Art got into a
standard starting position and went at it. For older men, both were in good
shape and surprisingly agile.

After five minutes I stopped the match. They were too well matched and they
needed a break. I wrestled Wally next. I was quite dark by now and Wally
didn't pretend the match was for anything other than genital
stimulation. He was a massive man, but his cock was long and thin. He had a
nice sized cock head, but the shaft was thin. He was trying to get it in my
ass, but I was too fast for him.

"I'm not sure that a regulation hold," Art said. We broke apart and
rested. Art gave us another beer which we chugged down. The moon came out
so even in the darkness, Art could see we were hard. Art and I wrestled
next. I wasn't quite as overt as Wally had been with me, but I didn't pass
up any opportunity for cock contact. Art didn't object at all. We took
another break and had another beer at Art's insistence. I had the feeling
he needed some liquid courage.

It was quite dark now and for the final match we did a modified tag team
arrangement, with the third man filling in for whoever was tired. This
scheme got confused as the beer took effect. We got really sweaty and I
slipped and felt out Art. I kind of lost my concentration after that.

While I didn't think of myself as size queen, Art converted me into one. He
was a grower, not a shower. Soft, there was nothing exceptional about his
equipment. Hard, he was suitable for exhibition at the Smithsonian. He was
huge, a good nine or ten inches and thick. Art was beefy and most of his
instrument must have been buried inside his body. The beer may have gotten
to me, but I really wanted his cock.

I stroked it and Art didn't object. A second later I was sucking it. Art
sighed. I felt him relax. I relaxed too, he wanted sex as much as I
did. His cock head all but filled my mouth; the slit must have almost a
half inch wide. I worked my tongue into it and tasted the precum bubbling
up from it. If there had been any doubt about his enthusiasm, the precum
cleared that up. He was ripe.

Wally joined in. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. A second
or two later Wally's tongue was licking my hole. Art was oozing big time
and I was enjoying the flow. The tongue abandoned my ass and Wally's cock
began to probe my hole. He must have been oozing a lot too. There was
enough natural lube to ease its way into my ass. His head popped in and the
shaft slid in easily.

Wally had what a friend of mine called an ice teaspoon cock and he was
stirring me up good. It went deep and it felt as if he was massaging my
entire rectum.

"Is Wally doing what I think he's doing?" Art asked.

"He sure is!" I said, taking a quick break from my sucking duties. Art
oozed big glob of pre cum. He was into it.