Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 14:30:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: All State 9

All State 9

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.

This story is told by Coach Al Grant.

After the orgy with Mike the year before, I had thought the next All State
tournament would be a let down. Fortunately after a year of minimal sex I
was more that ready for whatever the next tournament produced. Willy
Robbins called and said he had a good prospect.

"Rob is a nice kid. He's the kicker. He's one of those half-pint kids who
makes up in energy and smarts what he lacks in size, always trying to keep
up with the big boys," Willy explained.

"How does he do?"

"A lot better than you would ever guess," Willy replied. "Pretty good with
the girls too, but I know better."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Call I gaydar, or intuition, but somehow I know," Willy said.

"I'd like a bit more than that."

"Well, I did run into him at an adult book store once. He didn't see me,
but I saw him. Rob was in the gay section," he explained.

"That sure is a clue. Doing research on gay sex, I bet?" Willy laughed. A
very conservative politician had been recently caught in a bookstore "doing
research." It had been the talk of the state.

Several weeks later I was sharing a room with Rob due to a mix up in the
reservations. Rob was tiny. He was about 5'-5", muscular and well built,
but all of his features were small. Looking at him, I realized he was
almost perfectly shaped, but just not at full size. His hands and feet were
almost delicate. With curly black hair, and a slightly olive complexion, I
guessed he was Italian.

I introduced myself. He said he was Robert Popolapadous, but everyone
called him Rob. "It's an easier to say than Popolapadous. Sometimes it's
hard having a name that's a tongue twister."

"Well that may have its advantages. I've never been the only Al Grant in
the phone book. You can get some strange phone calls," I commented.

Rob laughed. He was very polite and wanted to please. It seemed to me he
wasn't unhappy about bunking with an older man. That boded well for the
night. He had an evening game. I went off to dinner and then caught the
tail end of his game. As the kicker he was a bench warmer for most of the
game, but I noticed Willy talked with him several times when the situation
was difficult. I remembered Will had said he had smarts.

The game was good and close, he made all the extra points, but the wining
touchdown was made by the quarterback and he got all the glory. I returned
to my room and waited for him. I was in my shorts only, reading on the bed
when he came in.

"No celebrating tonight?" I asked.  "We play at one tomorrow," he
said. "Coach told us to get some sleep."

"It's hard to sleep after you've been so keyed up," I said.

"You're right about that. I could run a marathon and not get winded. Damn,
it was a good game!"

"You did really well."

"Everyone did, it was a great night."

"I'm going to take a shower and call it an early night," I said. "Think of
that as my contribution to your restful night." The room was fairly dark
with only my reading light on. I got up off the bed, dropped my shorts and
went into the bathroom. He got a good look at my cock and he liked what he
saw. It was dim enough he could look without seeming too obvious.

After the shower I dried off and returned to the bedroom to dry my hair. He
had stripped to his shorts. His well-muscled chest was covered in silky
hair that swirled around his nipples. His gut was hairless except for the
river of hair flowing from his chest, through the six pack and disappearing
into his white boxers.

"You might try taking a long hot shower. That will relax you," I
suggested. I gave him a good view of my cock. He was staring every time he
thought I wasn't looking.

"I think you are right about that," he said as he stripped off his shorts
and came toward the bathroom door. He was uncut. I was in the door, so I
had to move to let him in. We touched briefly. He entered the bath and went
into the shower.

I was lying on the bed naked, when he came out. "Did the shower do the
trick?" I asked.

"It helped some," he replied. He stood nude beside my bed. I was looking
straight at his cock and decided not to play hard to get. "I should read
something, but I forgot to pack a book," he said. I was being obvious about
looking at his cock; it began to respond.

I said, "I only have a magazine. I could give you a massage, if you'd like
one?"

"You don't need to," he said. His cock jumped to half staff at my
suggestion.

"No problem at all," I said, "it's one of the most relaxing things in the
world. There's only one thing more relaxing." I sat up, but now he was
close to being fully erect. "Let me take care of that," I said as I leaned
forward and took his cock into my mouth.

Rob sighed in relief. "Oh Daddy," he whispered.

I found out later, Rob was a virgin. He had never even touched another
man's cock. He was 22 and desperately wanted sexual contact. When it
happened, he jumped in with both feet. He loved it.

Rob had a great cock. He was half-sized, but God gave him full sized
genitals. His cock head was plum like, with a wide slit and a purple-blue
color.

After five or six minutes of my sucking, Rob was like an over wound clock
spring. He was ready to let go. I told him to let it rip.

A second later my mouth was flooded with creamy and thick man spunk. Poor
Rob was moaning in pleasure and trying to apologize. I told him I loved it
and we kissed. When he tasted his own cum in my mouth, he loved it.

We cooled down and talked for a while. That's when he told me this was his
first gay experience. "It's so much better that I had dreamed," Rob
said. "It didn't disgust you?"

"Not at all, why would you think that?"  "My mother said sex was disgusting
and demeaning," he said.

"That must have been hard on your father," I said.

Rob laughed. "I never thought about it like that. Dad left when I was
eight. She said she loved me even if I was a pipsqueak and looked like
him. Mom wasn't much fun to be with."

"You're a good athlete and nice guy. And, by the way, you have a man's
cock." I said. "That was one hell of a load you shot."

"It didn't disgust you?"

"Rob, you got disgust on the mind. You shot pure, thick man cream. I like
the taste, but I like the delivery method too." I felt his balls. "I get
excited thinking that a minute ago all that spunk was stored and hidden
away in your balls. You shot it through your cock and I got to take all the
cock caviar straight from the spigot. It's like an after dinner drink."

We talked for a while. I felt sorry for Rob who had an encyclopedic
knowledge of sexual misinformation, but after a while I felt sorry for his
mother too. She had been the purveyor of the misinformation and a sad and
pathetic person.

Fortunately, Rob was both young and energetic and our conversation was
replaced by a second 69 session. He wanted to suck me off, but he popped
again. This time he fell asleep. It was getting late.

I woke at about six in the morning with him munching on my cock. This time
I did shoot off. Rob took it like a pro. I remembered I wasn't too sure
about it the first time I took a load. Rob was a good learner. If the coach
liked it, he'd like it. I fell back asleep with him nursing my cock.

At seven he had to get to breakfast before an early practice. I sucked him
off one more time when he got out of the shower. Rob had never been so
relaxed as when he left that hotel room. I was officiating at one of the
other games that afternoon. When I got back to the room, Rob was
waiting. They had lost and he was supposed to go back to school in the bus
at seven.

"Would you like to spend another night here?" I asked.

"Shit, yes, but I have to get back with the team." Rob said. "The coach
expects it."

"Let me see about that," I said. I called Willy and told him I could use an
assistant for the next game. I was to officiate in the championship game
and needed someone to help on the sidelines.

"Rob is that good?" Willy asked.

"He sure is. How have things worked out for you?"

"All I could have wished. I'm spending the night too. Rob can get a ride
from me tomorrow afternoon," Willy said. He hung up and I told Rob the good
news. We went out to dinner and got back to the room at eight or so. Rob
was ripe. The sucking had been so good before I wasn't sure I wanted to
introduce him to anal sex. I was unsure, but I lubricated my ass, just in
case the situation occurred. I had been in the bathroom; when came into the
room and I saw him lying on the bed with his hard cock sticking straight up
in the air. That made up my mind for me.

I got on the bed, straddled his cock and sat on it. A second later I was
impaled on his cock and enjoying every inch of it. Rob was shocked at
first, but, as I said, he was a quick learner. He had gotten over the
excitement of the day before and he was able to enjoy sex longer before he
shot off. He was young and I guessed he'd have no problem at all with
multiple orgasms. I was right about that.

I got on my back, so Rob would have better control. He was careful ramming
his cock into my ass at first, but when he figured out his cock wasn't
hurting me, he let loose. I got him to slow down, and stop just short of an
orgasm, then resume after the urge declined. He got into it, but could only
hold off so long. He shot a huge load into my ass, then collapsed on the
bed next to me.

I played with his cock and my finger got close to his hole. Rob didn't
object. That was always a good sign. Rob told me, he was afraid he'd never
get to do this again. He had years of pent up sexual desires and he wanted
to experience everything he could.

"Why do you think that? There are gay men everywhere," I asked.

"Not where I live," Rob said. "I've looked, and can't find any. After I
graduate, it's back to Mom for me."

"Why are you doing that?"

"She needs me. I'm her only child," Rob replied.

"I'd think twice before I did that. I'll bet she'd do just fine without
you. Sometimes parents use their children as an excuse for not getting a
life."

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't sound as if she's very happy. She's in a rut and maybe not
having you there would get her out of it," I said. I was working my finger
into his ass as I talked. Finding his prostate, I began to rub it. He
twitched.

"She does seem to be talking about more friends lately," Rob admitted. "You
may be right, but there still aren't any guys at school or home. It a
desert." The phone rang. I answered the call. It was Willy, his playmate
had gone home to study for an exam. He wanted to know how I was doing.

"All is well here," I said.

"Is there room for a third?" he asked.

"I don't know, let me ask," I said. Looking at Rob I told him an old friend
of mine wanted to come over and play with us. "Are you interested?" I
asked.

"Is he as hot as you?" Rob asked. I nodded. He smiled.

"Come on over, we're in room 204," I said. Willy said he'd be here in five
minutes.

"My friend will be here shortly," I said.

"I'll put some clothes on."

"Don't worry about that Rob. He'll get naked soon enough."

"He's an old friend of yours?"

"Known him for years. He a nice guy and lots of fun. Not as shy as I am."
Rob laughed. There was a knock on the door. I answered it and Willy
entered. Rob looked shocked, but he got hard the second he saw his coach. I
knew all would be fine.

"Damn, I had no idea it was you here, Rob," Willy said in a convincing
way. I didn't know he had acting abilities. "Al and I are old friends, I
was hoping to get my rocks off, but I will leave you two alone."

Poor Rob looked crestfallen. "I don't mind Coach, if Coach Grant doesn't
mind," Rob said.

"The more the merrier," I said.  "I'd love to stay and play some. This has
to stay really quiet, no one can know," he said. "Coach Grant and I aren't
lovers, we just like to have some fun. You like fun too?" As he said this,
Willy unbuttoned his shirt.

"I sure do!" exclaimed Rob.

"Let me give you the low down," I explained. "Rob's new to this, but he a
fast learner. He's liked everything we've done so far."

Willy was naked now and hard as a rock. "How far is so far?" he
asked. Willy went over to Rob and fondled his balls. Rob reciprocated.

"All oral yesterday, he's a natural. Rob fucked me earlier this evening. I
was working a finger into his ass when you called."

"Do you think you'd like to feel a cock in your ass, Rob?" Willy
asked. "We're big boys. A bit of a challenge for a first experience. Al and
I both like a cock in the ass from time to time. Maybe it would be better
if you top again, and save your first fuck for a later time." Willy was a
sly man. He knew if he said it was a challenge, Rob would want to meet it.

Meet it he did. It took some work and patience, but Willy's cock was the
first to meet Rob's prostate. I don't think he could have visualized having
his Coach fuck him and shoot his load in the deepest recesses of his ass.

When Willy pulled out, he rolled onto his back and opened his ass wide for
Rob. Rob popped in effortlessly. I rammed Rob as he fucked Willy. When I
said Willy had shot his load in the deepest recess of Rob's ass I was
wrong. I've got an inch more of cock and I shot so hard it was lucky cum
wasn't spurting from Rob's mouth.

None of us got any sleep that night. I had never thought of myself or Willy
as sex pigs, but once we started none of us could stop. It was that good.
I'd doze off and wake with Rob slipping into my ass. After I shot, Willy
would mount Rob and ram him hard. When Willy pulled out, I'd rim Rob's ass
and then fuck him again.