Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2004 18:54:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: All State 17

All State

Part 17

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.

Wayne was worn out by Tyrone's relentless fucking.  When Tyrone finally
shot off, Wayne had all the strength of a wet dishrag.  Will was wiped out
too.  He must have fucked Marty a good half hour before he came.

I figured the two boys were done for the day, but I had forgotten about the
sex drives of adolescent men.  They were ready to go again in a half hour.

"How was your first foray into the world of man sex?" Art asked.  "Are you
boys okay?"

"I'm fine," Wayne said, "couldn't be better."

"Same for me," Will said, echoing his friend.  I was sitting next to Will
with my arm around his shoulder.  I looked at his cock and saw it was
firming up again.

"Are all you men tops?" Wayne asked.

"I think we are all versatile, but we sure do like to top from time to
time," Art said.  "Do you want more?"

"I think I do," Wayne replied.

"Thinking you want it won't cut it," Wally said.  "You can't be half
pregnant and you can't get half fucked.  You either want to get fucked
again, or you don't."

"Well, if you put it that way, I do," Wayne admitted.

"And who would you like to do the honors?" Marty asked.

"To tell you the truth, I like to have all of you try it," Wally said.
"Every one of you."  That announcement cased a stir.

"Would you like to try it, Will?" I whispered.  I didn't want to embarrass
him. He looked me in the eye and nodded.

"Let me tell you something," I continued to whisper.  "Art has never fucked
a young guy before. I think he likes it, but he wouldn't do it when he was
a coach.  It would be really nice if you let him open you up.  He's got a
nice piece of meat.  It's big, but I think you can take it.  Would you like
to do that for me?"

Will looked at me.  "You think it would be good?"

"His cock's big, but he's really gentle," I whispered.  "For me it's good
when the cock fills your entire hole."  Will agreed.  I waved at Art and
had him come over.  I told him Will wanted to get fucked.

"I might split him in half," Art said.

"I was thinking you would take it nice and slow," I said.  "He's a big boy
too, I bet he can take what he can give."  Next to us Wayne was in a tight
cluster of men waiting to fuck him.  He was moaning as Marty plowed his
ass.

Art and Will were talking.  They were both hard now and had formed a mutual
admiration society as they realized how well endowed the other was.  Will
was impressed and excited.  He wanted Art's pole badly.  I had a bottle of
poppers ready to ease the way if necessary.  Art suggested Will sit on his
cock, so he would have control.  I lubricated Will's ass.  His hole was
tight, but once I cleared the sphincter, he relaxed.

I coated Art's cock with oil and Will straddled him.  Then, I helped steady
the boy as he eased back.  "Undulate your ass on the cock head," I
instructed him.  "Wiggle that ass, it will help open you up."  Will was
uneasy, but was still sporting an impressive erection.  The fear had not
overwhelmed his hormones.

Taking out the bottle of Jungle Juice, I took of the top and told Will to
take a snort.  He inhaled deeply.  A second later I saw the scent take
effect.  He relaxed and sat back on Art's meat.  Will gasped for air as a
good five inches of Art's organ vanished into Will's Virgin hole.  Will
looked stunned, but after a minute or so began to undulate his hips again,
inviting more of the cock into his ass.

I gave him another snort and Will fully impaled himself on Art's love pole.
He rested aging then began to undulate his hips again.  It could take
sometime to get accustomed to a cock as big as Art's, but Will didn't seem
to have that much trouble.

"Are you all right?" Art said.

"I don't believe how good it feels!" Will muttered.  Art pulled him forward
and they kissed, then he wrapped the boy in his hairy arms and held him
tight.  While they embraced, Art's cock pulled some of the way out of
Will's ass.  I got down and licked Art's balls and the exposed portion of
the cock shaft.  He shivered and his cock popped out.  I worked my tongue
into Will's stretched hole and then positioned the cock, so it could easily
re enter Will's ass.

Will sat up and the cock entered his ass easily.  This time there was no
hesitation at all and Will growled as the massive shaft re occupied his
ass.  Will was still rock hard.  There was no question in my mind, Will was
enjoying it.

Wally the Walrus was fucking Wayne now and Wayne was moaning in pleasure.
Wally wasn't particularly well endowed, but he knew how to fuck.
Apparently he hit the perfect spot.

"Could you pull off?" Art asked.  "I'm damn close to shooting and I don't
want to cum now."  Will leaned forward to kiss the older coach and again
Art's massive tool popped free of his ass.  Will's hole was gaping open.  I
saw an opportunity and filled the boy with my own meat.

Will was surprised by the sneak attack.  He looked back, saw it was me and
smiled.  His ass was steamy, the friction from Art's fucking had warmed him
up.  His ass closed on my cock like shrink wrap.  It felt great.  Will
continued to kiss Art as I slowly massaged his rectum.

I got close to shooting and pulled out.  By then Art had calmed down.  I
added some lube to his meat.  He and Will went at it again.

Marty came over to me and told me it was my turn to take Wayne.  "I hope
you don't mind sloppy seconds.  He had tree loads in him already and it's
oozing out," Marty said.  Wayne was on his back, almost asleep; his cock
was half hard.

When I lifted his legs, he opened his eyes halfway.  He closed them as my
cock slid into his cum-filled ass.  My coach friends had shot some big
loads into Wayne's ass.  Jiz squirted out from the hole as I entered.  I
don't know if there is such a thing as whipped cum, but if there is, that
what oozed from Wayne's hole.  It was more like whipped cream than sperm.
Wayne just lay there, completely still and unresponsive, except for his
cock.

Wayne's meat expanded like a balloon and dripped like a leaky faucet.  I
continued to pump until I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was Will, he
wanted his turn.  Wills big cock woke Wayne up.  It was as if the boy got
an electric shock.  I wasn't sure Wayne expected to be fucked by Will, but
it was too good for him to complain.

Will popped and Art stepped up to the plate.  Art's meat was always
impressive, but he was bloated to full erection and coated in lube.  Art
had sewed Will delicately and gently.  With Wayne he was a pile driver,
going deep each time pulling all but out and ramming it home again.

I was the tenth or twelfth thrust that pushed Wayne over the edge.  There
was cum spurting everywhere.  Wayne must have weighed e few pounds less
once he finished shooting.  Tyrone, who had started the fuck-fest, had been
watching the scene from the side.  When Wayne began to shoot, I got in
range and captured of much of the boy's man seed as he could.

It was late in the afternoon by now.  We went to the pool and swam, both
cleaning up and cooling down.  I made dinner afterwards with Will helping
out.  It had been a good day.  I assumed everyone was worn out by the
afternoon's activities, but after dinner my cock was telling me the day
wasn't over yet.

Wayne was a bit subdued.  I think he was embarrassed at his performance
this afternoon.  Tyrone sat next to him and began to talk.  "You boys are
lucky.  I didn't figure out what I wanted sexually until I was well in my
thirties," he remarked.  "There was no way I could have taken a cock the
way Wayne did.  I wanted it, but I wasn't able to admit it."

"I was the same way," Art said. "Even though I was gay, I'd have rather
have eaten broken glass than admit it.  I missed a lot of life that way. If
I knew then what I know now, I'd have had a different life."

"Well Wayne sure got a baptism of fire," Will said. Wayne blushed.

"You know, Wayne, there's nothing wrong with being bottom.  It is one way
of making a lot of guys happy. We all have our likes," Art said. "I like to
bottom my self.  It's been a long time, I've had more sex since I came to
the camp then I did in 20 years of teaching school."

"I feel kind of slutty," Wayne muttered.

"A slut's anyone who gets more sex than you do," Marty said.  "My Mom
thought a woman was slutty if she had sex more than once a month or if she
enjoyed it.  It was sad.  She loves my Dad and my brothers and sisters, but
she could never enjoy sex.  It wasn't lady like.  She was a good Catholic
lady."

"Catholic has nothing to do with it, my Mom was 100% Baptist," Tyrone
added.  "She always said she saved herself for Dad.  Mom never said it, but
she never got use to it.  It was a woman's duty.  That was it.  What a
nightmare it must have been."

"What do you mean?" Will asked.

"Just think of it, you're a good girl who hasn't messed around and has been
told to avoid sex at all costs," Marty explained.  "One day you're married
to a man you've never seen naked and he tries to shove his cock up your
cunt.  If he was nice, he might not do anything or he might be so scared he
wouldn't get it up.  If he wasn't nice, you'd be raped."

"I was two months early, if you know what I mean.  They were engaged, but
not married yet," Will said.  "Mom thought my . . . face was punishment."

"What a crock of shit!" I exclaimed.  "How can people say their God is a
just God if they think God punishes the innocents of other persons
misdeeds?  Their God is either a vile and nasty God, or they're dead
wrong!"  I felt so sorry for will.  He was carrying a load of baggage which
didn't belong to him.  I put my arm around him and held him.

"For a good part of my life, I thought of sex as bad.  It was something so
bad you had to hide and make no one ever found out," Tyrone said.  "I'm a
good-looking guy, so there always was sex available, but I couldn't enjoy
it.  I didn't realize it was something you could do just for fun, just to
enjoy life.  You don't need to be in love to have sex.  There's nothing
wrong in helping another guy out."

"Can there be too much sex?" Wayne asked a bit timidly.

"Maybe there can, I've just never experienced it," answered Tyrone.  "I
enjoyed taking you cherry and fucking you.  I'm also pretty sure you wanted
me to take it and you liked it as much as any man can.  Am I right?"

"Yeah, you're right," Wayne admitted.

"Well everyone here had a chance to probe your innards with their cocks,"
Tyrone continued.  "As far as I can tell, everyone enjoyed it, but none
more than you.  I'm pretty sure no one here would mind doing it again, or
would mind if you did it to them." The conversation diminished after that
and we went off to bed.

Will slept with me again.  I got some sleep but will and I did some serious
and in depth genital exploration.  It was dark in my room and Will was
comfortable working his cock into my ass.  It was a good fit, a very good
fit.  We traded places a few times.  Once our asses were well lubricated,
our cocks slipped in and out easily.  For Will the novelty of sex was
wearing off, as the more intensely pleasurable aspect came to the fore.

At some time during the night, Art joined us and I got some rest.  Will
spent sometime in Art's hole before the calmed down.  When I got up to go
to the toilet early in the morning, the two men were sleeping, but Art's
cock was still in Will's ass. I got back into bed after relieving my self
without waking them.

When we finally got up, breakfast was cooking.  It was a holiday weekend
and no one was expected back until the next day.  It would be another day
of fun and games.  Both Will and Wayne were looking and feeling good.  I
was ready for a day of fun, but shortly after breakfast I got a call from
one of the students.  His parents had to be away and they wanted to drop
him of early.

There was no way to say no, so at noon a Hummer appeared with a young kid.
The boy was shy and quiet.  His father was loud and aggressive. I took an
immediate dislike to him.  It turned out the boy was his wife's by an
earlier marriage.  It was clear there was no love lost.

The father left, and the kid looked lost. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Franklin, my friends call me Frank," he said. ""I'm not really a
wrestler. This was the only camp that would take me on short notice."

"Not good at home?" I asked.

"It's not that bad," Frank said. "He's good to my Mom and sister. I'm just
the odd guy out."

"Do you like wrestling at all?"

"I don't mind being with other guys," the boy answered.  He looked me
straight in the eye.  I smiled.  The afternoon might not be that bad after
all. Frank was a blond, bland kid. He had just turned 18 and was on his way
to school that fall.

I took him to meet the other guys. Will seemed to take an interest in him
immediately.  I think they recognized a kinship. Neither had a happy
adolescence. I heard Frank tell him he wasn't into wresting.  Will told him
he'd like it the way we did it here.  We went to lunch then went to the
pool.

Frank had to be the palest man I had ever seen, he was wearing baggy trunks
and they hung on his lanky frame. The trunks clung to his body and it was
clear there was much more to him. I called him over to give him a coating a
sun block, he was so pale I was worried he would burn.

As I covered him in ointment, I realized he had a runner's body. Wresting
was the wrong sport for him. I just happened to notice Frank's cock
responded to my touch. The others went off to wrestle, and I stayed at the
pool with Frank.

I had to add more sun block. I slipped my hand into his trunks and bushed
his cock.

"You're into that?" Frank asked.

"If you are, I am," I replied.  He glanced at the other men, they were
wrestling and were all but nude by now.

"Can we go somewhere?" he asked.

I smiled.  "Take my word for it, you're in good company," I said.
"Everyone here is a member of the fraternity." I felt his cock after one or
two strokes, it was hard.  Art glanced over at us a saw what was going
on. The dress code of the wrestlers slipped. By the time Frank was naked,
they were too.

Seeing Frank naked, I have to say, if an enlarged cock could b e a birth
defect, that would describe Frank's meat.  Guys talk about 12" cocks, but
in reality they are few and far between.  Frank possessed a prize
winner. It was tapered to a small cock head, and slightly constricted at
the base.  Frank didn't know it, but he had a natural cock ring. He had
fooled around with some boyhood friends, but had never done it with a man.
Frank was ready to learn more.