Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2004 14:29:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: All State 7

All State 7

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.


It was around midnight when I realized we had been going at it for three
hours and I was just as excited and hard as when we started. While I seem
to have been concentrating on Wally the other guys' cocks appeared from
time to time, either in my ass or mouth.  I fell asleep around two in the
morning.  Wally was in bed with me.

When I woke the next morning Wally was moaning.  I turned over to look at
him. We were alone in bed, but it was obvious someone was fucking him.  I
sat up and realized Mike had joined us. Wally's big body hid him.  He saw
me and winked.

I got down and sucked Wally's oozing cock. This was too much for Wally and
he shot off. It was a gully washer.  Young guys can sure recover
fast. Wally had shot off at least twice earlier. Mike was still
pumping. When he realized Wally had shot off, he got up and came over to
me.

"Do you mind?" Mike asked, as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. His
cock was at my ass hole before I had a chance to reply. Mike had an
impressive, mushroom cock head; it had popped through my sphincter by the
time I said yes. Mike had been massaging Wally's ass slowly and gently. For
me he used his cock as a piston in the cylinder of my ass. He was
relentless. I couldn't catch my breath as he rammed my prostate.

If I had a chance to select my fucking technique before he started, I
wouldn't have picked his pile driver approach.  I had to admit it felt
great, and I shot off.  When Mike saw me spurt, he moaned and emptied his
cock and balls.

"Shit, that was fucking hot!" Mike cried. I would have said the same thing,
if I had been able to talk. I was still gasping for breath after the
orgasm. After cooling down, we all adjourned to the shower room and met
Willy and Marvin. It had been a good night for them too. When we went to
the kitchen after we dressed, breakfast was ready.

Mike was a good cook and he prepared a big breakfast. I was amazed at the
speed and efficiency he showed in cooking.  It seemed to be effortless, but
lots of food got on the table, eaten and cleaned up in 45 minutes.  We went
off to the tournament. We were to return to the house at seven in the
evening.

The games were good, but I have to admit I didn't concentrate on them.  I
did see Roosevelt across a gym. He waved. His team did really well, so he
was busy and I didn't get to see him until after the last game.
  
At 5:30 Roosevelt saw me in the parking lot and came over.  He was with two
men. One was a handsome, young, muscular black man and the other was a
tall, rather ungainly white kid.  It took me a second or two to recognize
the white kid was Gordy Smith, my former team manager.  He had sprouted
another five or six inches in height and had a beard now.

"Al, this is Ty, a friend of mine," Roosevelt said introducing the black
guy.  "Gordy you know." We shook hands.

"Nice to meet you," I said to Ty.  He had a firm handshake and an easy
smile.  "Gordy, you've grown even more.  I hate to say it, but I hardly
recognized you."

"I grew the beard for a play I was in.  I kind of liked it, so it's still
here," Gordy replied.  Gordy was the perfect computer geek.  People tended
to like him when they had computer problems.  He had been a good manager
and I grew to like him.  Always dependable and willing to help, he was
spectacularly ungainly.  He had graduated a year earlier, but at 22 he was
still growing and still had a slightly adolescent look to him.

Ty was obviously a body builder, but he seemed genuinely friendly.  He was
good looking but didn't act that way.

"Are you guys ready to go off to dinner?" I asked.  "Mike said he was
making something special for us."

We went off to our cars and Roosevelt followed me up to the house.  The
second we came though the door we smelled dinner cooking.  It was rich and
aromatic.  Willy, Mike and the other guys were having a beer in the living
room.  Ty and Gordy were a bit awestruck by Mike, but Mike was a master at
making people feel comfortable.

After a few beers dinner was ready.  It was a Flemish beef stew, although
calling it a stew didn't seem to do it justice.  The meat was cooked in
beer and herbs and melted in your mouth.  Athletes don't often have
sophisticated tastes, but the stew was a gourmet verison of Mom's Sunday
dinner and everyone enjoyed it.

The conversation was easy.  I would have guessed Mike would have dominated
the talk, but he seemed to be more interested in his guests than in
recounting his own stories.  Realizing he had been recruiting team members
for years, I saw he had a special skill in getting men to tell about
themselves.

The conversation turned to sex.  "I don't think much of this new
Puritanism," Mike said.  "I was brought up that way and it sure didn't make
my parents happy people.  They were good Catholics and Mom believed sex was
for procreation and that was that.  I almost killed her when I was born, so
they stopped sex all together."

"Well, my parents didn't stop.  I've got three sisters and three brothers,"
Roosevelt said.  "There never was enough time to spend with anyone of us.
Dad was working three jobs and Mom worked one.  That was just to keep food
on the table.  Mom got mean and Dad was too tired to think straight.  Momma
though of sex as being a curse.  I thought it was something you did to
someone, It didn't occur to me you did it with someone and enjoyed it."

"I figured out you could enjoy it pretty early," Ty said.

"I never got to do it, but I was sure I'd like it!  I felt like a Corvette
who couldn't find anyone to take me for a test drive," Gordy interjected.
The group laughed.  He blushed.

"Well, did you like it?"  Mike asked.

"I sure as shit did!"  There was more laughter.

"Are you still offering test drives?" Willy asked.

"As a matter of fact I am.  You can kick the tires, drive me around the
block and even check out the trunk, if you're interested."

"I like your attitude, kid," Mike said.  "There is so much fun dangling
between your legs, it's a shame not to use it.  There is nothing wrong with
guys helping each other out.  How in hell can there be anything wrong with
it if you're both adult and both having fun?"

The conversation wound down. We cleaned up after dinner and Mike suggested
we adjourn to the pool.  I had been there the night before and had no ideal
there was a pool.  We went out the side door of the house, Mike flicked a
switch and underwater lights illuminated a circular pool.  On one side was
a hot tub.

It was a spectacular view, something you might see in the home of a
Hollywood star.  While we gaped at it, Mike stripped naked and dove into
the aqua water.  Everyone else followed suit.  As I had noticed before,
Mike was a natural leader of men and we all copied him.  The water was warm
and comfortable.  You couldn't swim far in the pool, but since you couldn't
do anything like laps, we ended up playing like kids.

As we played, Mike dimmed the lights, so you could see figures in the
water, but not much detail.  Everyone was pretty laid back after the beer
and dinner.  With eight, gay, naked men in the pool, four coaches and four
of their team members, nature took it's course.

I was sitting on the edge of the pool talking with Mike when Ty swam up to
us.  Mike rearranged his half hard cock to give him a better view and Ty
swallowed it.

"That's it, kid.  You're a mind reader," Mike whispered.  "You don't need
to rush it.  Just take your time."  A few seconds later Marvin saw that and
came over to suck me.  I looked over the dimly illuminated pool and saw
Gordy with Willy and Wally with Roosevelt.  All that action was underwater,
but I knew they had made genital contact.

Looking down into the shimmering water, I could see Ty was playing with
Marvin's cock even as he sucked Mike's meat.  Ty was dark skinned, but I
could see his pink cock head as Marvin stroked the member.  The other two
couples moved in our direction and soon all of us were in a fairly tight
cluster at the side of the pool.  I would like to think I was the main
attraction, but I'm afraid Mike was the stud magnet.  Roosevelt, Ty and
Gordy hadn't seen him in action yet and they wanted to be a part of it.

I got back in the water and felt around to see what was available.  Marvin
took my place sitting on the side of the pool.  Gordy raced forward to suck
the football player.  Marvin briefly looked annoyed until his eyes rolled
back.  I knew Gordy must have been a great cock sucker.  I got close to the
pair and felt Gordy out.

I was shocked at what I found.  Having known Gordy for years, I had never
seen him in anything but baggy pants and a tee shirt.  I hadn't though of
him having anything but an average cock.  Trigger would have be proud to
have Gordy's meat.  It must have been a good eleven inches long and the
diameter of a telephone pole.  Maybe not quite that thick, but thick
nonetheless. Ty was still sucking Mike, so I felt him out too.  He had a
solid seven inches of black steel.  Hard wasn't the word for his cock.

After a few minutes of being clustered together, all of us had felt out the
other members of the party and everyone was happy with what they found.
There were eight hard cocks, eight willing mouths and eight empty ass
holes.  Neither the mouths, nor the asses remained empty for long.

The group eased into sex with Mike leading the way.  Mike was attractive,
intensely masculine and comfortable with sex.  As a nationally famous
athlete, he was used to having people sexually attracted and curious about
him.  It was clear to me he had no problem satisfying that curiosity in the
right situation.

That much I would have expected about him.  There are not many men who can
resist the chance for easy sex when the opportunity arises.  More
surprising was Mike's generosity.  He liked sex, plain and simple. He like
to be sucked and he like to fuck.  That much I had guessed, but he also
liked to suck and didn't mind having a cock up his ass either.  He was
attracted to handsome men, but not repelled by ugly ones.

Later that weekend he explained it to me.  "I guess you could say I'm a
horny bastard.  I found out a long time ago, the sex can be a lot better
with a computer geek who gets laid every three or four years if he's lucky
than with the star quarterback who has a callus on his cock from so much
fucking," Mike said.  "Guys like Wally or Gordy tend to be real grateful
and pretty open to whatever you might want.  If you feel like having a guy
eat out your ass or drink your cum, they're the guys for you.  It may not
be love, but the sex is sure good."

As long as it was enjoyable, Mike was game.  His attitude was catching and
even Roosevelt, who was normally reserved, caught the spirit.  We got out
of the pool, dried off and went to the bedrooms.

Gordy, Wally and I had a team reunion.  I was surprised how good it was.  I
expected some uncomfortableness.  Everyone on the team was always so macho,
I thought Wally and Gordy might be uneasy.  In fact, both were relieved to
find other guys on the team were gay. Having me as a member of the
fraternity didn't hurt either.  Even after our session of the previous
night, Wally wasn't very experienced, but Gordy knew damn little about gay
sex.  Fortunately, both were really interested and more than willing to
learn.

If I had told them I wanted to inject a milkshake into my ass and have them
suck it out with a straw, they'd have done it. Gordy was new to anal sex.
Apparently he had never been fucked by anyone and hadn't even considered
the possibility of fucking a man. Wally was well hung, but Gordy was
spectacular. He was embarrassed about his cock, somehow he thought it was
too big.  During a break from our cock sucking Wally set him
straight. Wally was an outright size queen.

"Gordy my boy, there's no such thing as a cock that's too big!" Wally
said. "Your fuck tool is a beauty, you should be proud of it."

"It's too big," Gordy complained.

"Let us be the judge of that," I said. We were on a bed in the guest room
and Mike walked by and overheard the conversation.

He came into the room. "I hearing about a big cock, let's see it," he said,
"I'm a pretty good judge of man meat!"  Poor Gordy blushed from head to
toe, but he turned over so Mike could see.

"Damn, if that isn't a thoroughbred's horse cock, I don't know what is,"
Mike said as he flopped down on the bed and took Gordy's cock head into his
mouth.  Gordy was cut and his mushroom was impressive too.  He had been
half hard during the conversation, but twenty or thirty seconds after Mike
started to suck it, it rose to its full grandeur. It was clear Mike had no
objection to big cocks at all.

By hook or crook the four of us managed to get a cock in our mouths at the
same time. Wally sucked Mike, Mike sucked Gordy who sucked me, and I sucked
Wally. It was satisfactory for all of us.  Wally was a leaker and I enjoyed
the taste.  The men from the other bedroom joined us.

Mike looked up as they entered.  "Anyone want to join the daisy chain?" he
asked.

"I sure as hell do!" Willy cried.  We all got on the floor, rearranged
ourselves and I was sucking Ty's cock, while Willy sucked mine.  I saw that
Wally was to be sucking Roosevelt.  Wally was a country boy and I wasn't
sure he was into black cocks.  He had no problem at all.

Ty's cock shaft was hard as steel, but his cock head was tender.  He
definitely wasn't a leaker, but his slit was wide and I could get my tongue
into it.  His balls were encased in a low hanging sack and I fondled they
as my tongue tried to get into his piss slit.  He liked that a lot.

"Okay, guys, enough of that!" Mike ordered.  "Turn around and suck the
other guy."  As always we did what he asked.  When I got Willy's cock in my
mouth I knew he was close.  He actually spurted once, but was able to hold
back the main orgasm.  Ty was sucking me.  I immediately realized he was a
master cock sucker, and that he had no problem at all with white guys'
cocks.  Ty worked a finger into my ass and gave my prostate a massage as he
sucked my cock.

My mouth suddenly filled with Willy's cum.  He moaned and gasped for
breath.  That set off a chain reaction orgasm, I popped.  Ty went crazy
trying to make sure not a single drop of my seed went to waste.  Wally was
sucking Ty by that time and had no problem taking the black man's load.

It was probably the neatest mass orgasm in the history of gay orgies.
Everyone shot off and everyone took his partner's load.  I felt drained
after this, as did the others.  We all went to the steam room and sat
around, talking.  Most cocks were still dripping some, so it was really
relaxed.

"I think I'm ready for a nap," I said.

"I'll second that," Roosevelt said.  "I'm feeling old and worn out."

Mike stood up.  "You guys know I'm the poster boy for "Enhanso."  I was
wondering you might like to help me out with a little experiment.  We've
had a big dinner and a few beers and we've had some pretty hot sex.
Everyone has shot off at least once.  I was hoping you could take one of my
pills and see what happens."

"What is the objective of the experiment?" Roosevelt asked.

"I don't think we could be anymore relaxed than we are now.  I'd like to
see if the stuff can get us going again.  Can it counteract the food, beer
and cum?"

"Well, count me in on that," Gordy said.  He spoke for the group and Mike
distributed some pills which we swallowed.  It was getting hot in the steam
room so we showered to cool off and went to the hot tub.  Mike sat next to
Gordy.

"What do guys say when you shove that up their ass?" Mike asked.

"I've never done it, so I don't know," Gordy said.

"It's a national treasure.  You should spread the wealth," Mike said.

"A cock is a terrible thing to waste!" Roosevelt added.  "I've only seen a
few as big.  Has anyone here taken a cock that huge?"

"In the ass?" Melvin asked.

"No, in the ear.  Of course I meant in the ass," Roosevelt said.  There was
some conversation, but clearly no one had done it.

"I don't want to sound as if I am a sex pig, but I wouldn't mind trying," I
said.  "Purely for scientific reasons, you understand."  That got a good
laugh.

"I wouldn't mind taking a trial run on it myself," Mike added.  "Years ago
I took one almost as big, Joe Redbone's.  Do any of you remember him?  Joe
was a tackle for Omaha. He had a nice thick ten incher."

"How was it?" Melvin asked.

"Different.  Not bad, not great, but different," Mike replied.  "It hurt
some, but not too much and it sure hit some spots never touched by human
hands, that's for sure.  The strange thing is, I still think about it.
Sometimes, I think about it a lot."

"Shit, I'm hard again," Willy said.  The pill had worked it's magic.  All
of us were hard.