Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 03:24:44 +0000
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Post Game Party

Post Game Party
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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Brandenburg University isn't the most famous school in the state, but it
has a respectable reputation and a devoted alumni association.  Located is
the far southwest of Virginia, it had the distinction of being the
university the furthest from Richmond in the state.  Founded as the
Brandenburg Military Academy in 1845, it originally emphasized engineering.
It expanded and turned into a liberal arts college in the 1890s.  It gave
up on the military training in 1920 and admitted women in 1925. It became a
university in 1950.

It had a good athletic program, with a focus on football and basketball. It
never made it into the major football conference, but it was a popular
program. Football games at Brandenburg were immensely popular. They were
right up there with the county fairs as social events for the people in the
region. While the teams were never nationally ranked, they played well and
were entertaining.  Local high school bands provided the half-time
entertainment; the high schools loved it.

Once and a while someone in Richmond would notice the school team played
unexpectedly well for such a small school in such an out of the way place.
They attributed it to the Coach, Billy Matsen. He was a local fixture and
seemed to have a knack for recruitment. Coach Billy was a local hero.

I'm Jake Donner and I was a member of the team. I loved the school and
Coach Billy. Brandenburg was a good place for me. Since it wasn't a major
football school, I actually received a good education. I was interested in
pre-med. That was fine.  They had a good pre-med program and had a good
record of getting their students into medical schools. Coach Billy liked
high academic achievement and was helpful. He steered scholarships toward
the academically gifted. My father died when I was ten and Mom was a
waitress.  College education wasn't in the cards for me.  I was a good ball
player, but not good enough for a big school.  I was a good team player and
that was enough for Coach Billy.

There was one other aspect of the program that attracted players. I think
it would be best to say that Coach didn't have a problem with players who
had alternative sexual tastes. In my four years there, I can truthfully say
no one noticed or guessed. I don't know how they found out about me. There
was nothing overt; nothing was ever said.

I had been used to high school football.  Our coach was a nice man, but he
was a Southern Baptist. Showers were quick, sanitary and there was no
looking, not to mention groping. He watched us all with a puritanical gaze.
Looking back, I realized that while we didn't look at each other with
anything but a fleeting glance, the Coach watched us continuously.  He
watched me a lot.  I thought that was because he suspected my sexual
orientation.

Looking back, I don't think he was watching me; he was watching my cock. I
have a long and thick one. My pal Lou was a beefy boy with a small cock. He
never looked at Lou.  Lou's cock was hidden in the beef.  Hard he had
almost seven inches. Discovering his cock was the high point of my teen-age
years. My cock is showier, but only slightly longer hard than soft. Mine
was a lot thicker, but I make to about seven and a half inches.

When I arrived at Brandenburg for practice my first year, the shower room
was completely different from the high schools showers.  Everyone took
their time and took a good look. We would shower then talk over the day
with the coaches.  The post practice sessions were in the drying area next
to the showers. We remained naked.  The coaches didn't seem to mind that.
Coach Billy would give a quick assessment, followed by a pep talk. He would
leave and the assistant coaches would go in more detail. There were two
assistants. Barry Smith was the offence coach. He was a Marine type guy
with crew cut hair and an abrupt manner. Chuck Miller was the defensive
coach.  Barry was in the phys Ed department. Miller was in the Biology
Department. Both men were very direct in their comments, but they were
helpful rather than cutting in their remarks.

Each freshman had an upper class player assigned to be a guide. I was
assigned a gorilla named Guido DeGeovani. Guido was a big, very hairy
tackle from the Jersey shore. I had never met anyone who lived further away
than Roanoke. I could barely understand him. He was pretty good at
understanding my drawl. It took me a few days to discover he had a good
sense of humor and was a nice guy. He was a physics major and really smart,
even with the Jersey accent.

We were walking to the dorm and I told him I had been surprised at the
informality in the showers.  I told him about my high school. It seemed odd
to me that the men were comfortable being naked.

"Did it bother you, bro?" Guido asked.

"No," I said.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say; eventually I decided to tell the truth.  I
figured I might as well get it over with. "Yes, I liked it. I actually
liked it a lot."

"Welcome to the club," Guido replied. "I like it and so do most of the guys
on the team."

"It's okay?"

"It sure is okay," he said. "Are you a member of the fraternity?"

"What fraternity?" I asked.  I was afraid he would think I was an idiot.

Guido leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "The cock suckers
fraternity."

"I don't know if I'm a member, but I've done it."

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it."

"Well then, you are a member," Guido said. "Let me tell you, your sex life
may have just taken a turn for the better."

"I don't want everyone to know," I said.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," he said. "Just let your cock be your guide
and things will fall into place." We were at the dorm and we changed the
conversation to school work. All the practices were the same the next week,
but I had a different attitude and I relaxed. I stopped worrying about
anyone noticing that I was looking at them.

Because of my classes, I couldn't make the Thursday work out session. The
Coach rescheduled it for 7:00 in the evening.  The team had its own
exercise equipment given by an alumnus.  I was usually the only one in the
room at this time. Coach Barry showed up to exercise and to make sure I was
doing everything they wanted. At five feet ten and one hundred and seventy
pounds, I wasn't particular big in football player terms. He wanted to make
sure I was in shape.

He was happy with my routine. He suggested a few additional exercises, as
well as more efficient ways to get the same results. I went to the showers
afterwards.  It was strange to be the only one in the large, gang shower. I
wasn't alone for long; Coach Barry joined me.  If he had been there and I
joined him, I would have picked the showerhead furthest away from him.  The
Coach picked the one next to me.

I glanced at him, and realized he was looking at me. "You have been doing
well, we may use you in the first game," he said. "You won't be a starter
but we will work you in."

"That would be nice," I said. I was facing him now; he was soaping up.  He
made sure to soap up his crotch. Barry was clean-shaven, but his body was
pretty hairy. He was blond, so it was hard to see. It was obvious he worked
out often. He was cut and had his balls in a tight sack.  My balls tended
to hang low.

"I was talking with Guido. He said you enjoyed the dress code here," Barry
said. "I like it too, and you stand out." I blushed.

Barry smiled. "That is a compliment, don't worry. We all share some common
preferences," he said. "You have noticed everything is low key. I think
that most of the guys have noticed you."

"Which ones?"

"They will eventually make themselves known," he said. "Peel back the skin,
and make sure that knob is buffed and polished. It can get infected if you
don't clean it well."

"Would you like to help with that?" I asked. I don't know how I got enough
nerve to ask that, but I did.

"You are a mind reader, but I'll take a rain check on that," he said. I
finished washing and we went to dry off. When I was dressed, Coach Barry
called me to the office.

"Let me explain some things to you, Jake," he said. "You are here as a
football player and a student. Those are the only things that are
required. Anything beyond that is up to you. There is no extra credit for
being playful and there are no demerits for staying to yourself."

"You're a good looking kid with a horse cock," he continued. "I would bet
that most of the men on the team would like to have some fun with you, but
that is up to you and only you. Don't do anything you don't want to
do. Don't get talked into anything either. Just take things easy and go
with the flow."

"Are you one of the guys who wants to have some fun with me?"

"I sure as hell am, but I'm not good with guys who are new to the scene,"
Barry said, "I'm very aggressive and that's not for beginners. I'll wait
until you have some mileage on you."

"What if I never get the mileage?"

"That is not a problem," the Coach said. "I have no interest in unwilling
playmates. You understand that?" I said I did and went off to my dorm.  I
was uneasy about the whole thing. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be
doing.

This unease co-existed with basic lust. I wanted sex.  I had been at
Brandenburg since late July and there had been nothing. Back home there was
Lou.  He had joined the army. Lou was dependable, always ready, willing and
able. His folks had a little hunting cabin and we could always go there. At
Brandenburg, there was much potential, but no actual contact. I was ripe.

Relief came in the form of Lemuel Shiffman. He was a first year tackle, and
came from some hollow in the mountains.  I thought I came from the
sticks. Lem made Gomer Pyle seem like Fred Astaire. As a tackle, Lem was
usually protecting men.  I am fast and agile. I am good about keeping out
of the way of the other teams tackles, but Lem was good at blocking them.
He was huge. When you saw him on the field, you would think he was fat, but
that was because Lem was shaped like a brick, an all muscle brick.

Lemuel had academic problems the day he came to Brandenburg. Coach asked me
to help him.  I was too enthusiastic about that but I did whatever coach
said. It took me two days to find out Lem was smart; he just had a shitty
education. Once I explained things to him, all was well.  He learned fast.

He came by on Wednesdays and Sundays. In some way's he reminded me of my
pal Lou. I saw Lem naked everyday in the showers. His cock hid in his body;
it wasn't showy, Now if you were into balls, Lem had oranges, not
nuts. This caused considerable merriment since finding a protective cup big
enough to do the job was a problem. The guys called it the fruit basket.

On our first away game Lem and I shared a motel room. We had never been
naked together one on one. We had played a stronger team and lost by a
field goal, so it was okay. We had dinner at a restaurant with the local
alums and went to the motel. The air conditioning was on the blink, so I
stripped and stayed naked. I asked it that bothered him.  Lem said not at
all.  He stripped too. He was moderately hairy, but his ball sack was
furry.

"Damn," I said. "Those balls belong in an anatomical museum."

He blushed and then he whispered, "Would you like to feel them?" I nodded
and he came closer to me. I have low hangers; his sack was tight and all
balls.

"They are huge," I said as I cupped them in my hands, one hand for each
ball. "What's it like when you shoot off?"

"Messy," he replied.

"That's the kind of mess I would like to see sometime!" I said while still
playing with his balls.

"I mean it's really messy," Lem repeated. By now, my fondling his balls was
having an effect. His cock began to emerge, parting the foreskin.

"I don't mind mess," I said, "I really don't mind tasting the stuff
either," I added in a whisper.

"You've tasted another guy's scuz?" he asked.

"I had a pal back home. We messed around some."

"I think that would be gross," he said and then he added, "I don't think
yours would be gross at all."  His knob was almost free of the foreskin. A
little bead of precum shimmered in the motel lighting. I leaned over and
licked. He twitched and a single volley of sperm shot into my mouth.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry!" he moaned.

"There is nothing to be sorry about. I like it," I said.

I thought I was horny and ripe, but I was nowhere near as horny as Lem. He
was ready. He calmed down after the first spurt. His cock was like
Lou's. It was telescoped into his body and emerged stage by stage. Lem was
thick and it was hard to get any more than his head in my mouth.

To say Lem was a big, clunky, graceless man hardly expresses the extent of
his chunkiness. It was a shock to discover his cock head was delicate,
tender and every movement of my tongue made him shiver and moan.  I was use
to Lou who tended to let me do most of the work. Lem really wanted my
cock. He wanted it bad.

I was flattered.  Lem wasn't Brad Pitt, but he was all man and he thought I
was hot stuff. I didn't get to suck him much; he was at my cock as soon as
he could manage. He also was a good sucker, enthusiastic and skilled.  He
liked to swallow the whole thing, and then swallow. His throat caressed my
cock. Lou never did anything like that. I soon realized that what I had
thought of as cock sucking was basic compared to Lem's skills.

I shot off and he took every drop.

"I'd like to take yours, but I need to rest up some," I said.

"You'd take my scuz?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. I saw Lem's eyes light up. He was a happy boy. "You are
good at sucking. Did you take lessons? My pal's sucking was nothing like
yours."

"Sort of, I have some cousins who mess around," he said. "There isn't much
to do in the Hollow. There isn't even any television. We use to go
skinny-dipping. We played some."

"Sucking?"

"Well it started as jerk off contests. You know, who can shoot the fastest
or who could hit a target," he said. "We had wrestling bouts with the loser
sucking the winner. We all had a good time, but I liked it the most."

"You lost?"

Lem smiled at me.  "I lost when I wanted to. You know I thought I was the
only one who did that, but it turns out several of the guys did the same
thing."

"How many times did you lose?" I asked.

"I lost most of the time," Lem said. "I was afraid they would laugh at me I
lost so often. I was a 10 pound baby and was always big and strong.  I was
always a good cock sucker so no one ever complained." By then, I was in the
mood again and I went for his cock again.

His cock had vanished into his body, but as soon as my tongue touched his
foreskin, the cock rose to meet it. He was ready. I couldn't suck as well
as he did, but I did pretty well. Lem had told me it would be messy. I took
his entire load. It was very different form Lou's load.  Lou spurted. There
were individual well-spaced drops.

Lem flooded my mouth. He gushed; it was a continuous flow, although there
were some individual big spurts. His semen was thick and creamy and it
completely enveloped my tongue. He was shivering and shaking as he
ejaculated. When he was done, he was asleep.

The bus ride back to Brandenburg was uneventful. Everyone looked relaxed
and at ease. I wondered how many team members had spent the night the way
Lem and I did,

I fell asleep too, when I woke at 5:30, Lem was awake and we did it
again. It was better the second time. We were more relaxed and got we got
into it.

 In the shower room after the Monday practice, it seemed more relaxed
too. There wasn't any touching other men's cocks, but I will say every cock
was very clean. No one got hard, but every ones' cock looked a bit
firm. Coach Barry pulled me aside. "How is Lem doing academically," he
asked.

"He's doing better.  He's smart enough, but his school was bad," I said.

"I found out everyone in the family was automatically sent to the remedial
class," Barry explained. "No one considered there was any alternative."

"That happened in my school too. Some kids never get a fair shake in a
small town," I said.

"How was he as a roommate?" Barry asked. I looked at him and realized he
knew.

"Relaxing," I said.

"He was getting a bit tense," Barry said. "He's relaxed now."

I smiled. "I do my part."

The rest of the week was good. My tutoring sessions now concluded with
mutual orgasms. It was good for both of us,

The team was having a good year. It was turning into a winning season and
that was good for the school. After the fourth out of town game, I was to
stay at the house of the Alums.  It was in a small town and the motels were
booked up. I was to be with Guido, Lem and Coach Barry.  The alum was
Freddy Blackstone, he owned a big lumber and wood products company. He was
a good and generous supporter of the school.

Blackstone had a big, rustic house of the side of a mountain.  It looked
pretty fancy; Barry said I would like Freddy. He whispered under his breath
that Freddy would like me a lot. I had the feeling that we had been
selected to meet Freddy. Barry also said that sometimes Freddy had some
friends over. "If you are tired, just say you are off to bed. You know they
alums can get pretty wild reliving their college days."

"I've got the picture," I replied. Mr. Blackstone met us at the door. He
was a distinguished looked man of about sixty. He was bald and had a
well-groomed beard. We went to the living room and he offered us drinks. We
had soft drinks for us since we were still in training. The conversation
was all football and Mr. Blackstone had been watching carefully. He had
played football for Brandenburg forty years earlier. The doorbell rang and
two men joined us.

One was another alum, Johnny West. He was a real estate agent. His friend
was Josh Biltmore.  He was the coach of the local high school.  They were
nice men and the conversation flowed easily. Even Lem was talking.

We had dinner.  It was very good. I don't know steaks could be that
tender. After dinner, Freddy suggested we go to the pool.  We all went off
to the rear of the house. It was an indoor pool surrounded by what looked
like a tropical rainforest. It looked like something from a movie set.

"I have trunks if anyone wants them, but I'm an old county boy and I like
skinny dipping," Freddy said.

"I don't know if I could do that," Guido said in mock horror. "I'm just a
jock and I've never seen a naked man before. I almost saw a naked man once,
but I didn't look!"  Everyone laughed. He had already stripped and was
dropping his shorts. He was at half-staff.  Josh Biltmore did a double take
but then he smiled.

We were all naked a few seconds later and in the pool. We played in the
water for a while. I thought that we were intended to be entertainment for
the older men.  As we played in the pool, I got the impression the men were
for our entertainment. We had a choice.

At first, there was activity under the water, but nothing overt. After ten
or fifteen minutes, no one tried to hide anything. It was clear everyone
was a member of the fraternity.  My underwater explorations revealed that
everyone was erect. Everyone was in the mood.  I was the slowest guy in the
group to connect. Guido was with Biltmore, and Lem was with Johnny. I went
over to Freddy. He was the oldest man in the group, but he was also well
hung.  He felt my cock and then stroked it.

Freddy then sat on the edge of the pool.  This was the first time I saw
it. "It's a beauty," I said.

"It tastes better than it looks," he said.  I took the invitation. He
moaned as my lips caressed his cock head. Eventually I got out of the pool
and we sixty-nined.  Freddy seemed to love my cock. We took a break and
talked as we watched the other men played.


A little later, we were all in a puppy pile on the Fred's king sized
bed. It was a free for all. I had never sucked more than one cock; there
were five organs within licking distance.

I'm a good Baptist guy, and I should have restrained myself.  I didn't. I
was as if a small boy in a candy store confronted with five all day
suckers. I tried them all. I would have been embarrassed at being so
slutty, but no one else held back either.