Part One of Ten
A Different Era at the Young Men’s Christian Association (YMCA)
1962
He walks through the door scratching his itchy muttonchop sideburns. He is making his way over the threshold from the outside and into the inside. The humidity causes the irritating sensation upon entering the coolness of the red brick building from the heat and warmth of the outdoors. He stops briefly at the front desk seeing the young woman seated there.
“Hello Coach Davies!” A high-pitched female voice pipes in from behind the reception/check-in desk of this YMCA. She is the first one to speak to him in the crowded lobby.
“Well. Don’t you look beautiful today in that short-short flowery dress, Leslie? And what a lovely shade of blue-eye shadow. It brings those sparkling and adorable eyes. It is like the first day of spring when I look at you and see your beautiful angelic face.”
“Thank you, Coach Davies.” She says in a bashful singsong mousey voice. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“Is that a new hairdo too?” He speaks. Keeping up with the compliments to the young 20-something-year-old woman.
“Yes. Yes. It is. I had it done this morning at Ms. Bernadette’s over on Main Street before I came into work.” She answers as she fiddles with one of the droopy ringlets while her hair steadily climbs higher and higher towards the ceiling. It adds about a foot to her already statuesque height.
“Well. It suits you, Sweetie. It really does.” He continues. “Is that one of those Bouffant ‘dos that all the pretty ladies, like you, are getting nowadays in honor of our gorgeous First Lady?”
“Yessir.” She says, happily. “Yessir. It is just like Jackie’s.”
“Well. With those beautiful blue eyes and those golden locks, it shows off your natural beauty. But I am surprised your momma let you out of the house with that mini dress.” he says, guardedly. “Men can be wolves. You know. You’d better watch yourself Sweetie. Be careful. Now. You hear. Just a warning.”
She nods her head as he turns resuming his walk down the short hallway to the swim coach’s office. He opens the door. As he passes one of his feet over the threshold. And before he closes the door, he turns and speaks to her from this spot. One last time.
“Have a good day, now. Leslie.”
“I will Coach Davies.” She says, assuredly. “I will. And you. Too. Coach.”
He closes the door behind him. The outside world is separated from the interior of the office by the locking of the coach’s door.
***
Leslie thinks to herself, he is a handsome man. Tall. Six feet. Or more. And a pompadour hairstyle in the style of her favorite singer, Elvis Presley, which controls his mass of brunette hair. She is not sure. And he is muscular. His biceps stretching the short-sleeves of his buttoned-collared YMCA polo shirt; his chestnut-brown hair peeking out from underneath the opened portion of his shirt at the neck. On his arms. His legs. And the shorts he wears fit him snug. Real snug. Hugging him like they are a second skin. Or a very tight glove. She tingles in her tender depths when she gazes on the bulge in those oh-so tight shorts.
She has almost swooned like her momma says she does, her breath taken away by the sight of him, when she lays her eyes upon him. He is such an attractive man. Only a few men have done that her. Her mom says. And Leslie knows what her momma means when she looks at the rough and tumble Coach Davies.
Her daddy is a big man. As tall as Coach Davies but he does not look like him, not even close, in the old photos she has seen of her daddy when he was the same age as Coach Davies.
It is just sad that the Coach’s wife left him over two years ago and ran off with that shrimpy door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman. She ponders. Why would any woman leave a man when he looks like Coach Davies? Is she blind? He is still quite the man even though he just turned 33-years-old last month. The Y Club management staff threw him a surprise party at the Riverbend Country Club on the outskirts of town. She went. It was required by her boss that she attend. But it was for Coach Davies, so she did not need much prompting. She went with Coach Evans, the third in line of the swim coaches. He is quite the man, but Coach Evans is not the head swim Coach Davies.
Her mom must watch herself when she is around the Coach, too. All the women in town are after him to get married. Again. But Coach is leery. Heartbroken, she thinks. She guesses men are tenderhearted too. But her dad does not act like Coach Davies.
***
Coach Davies walks into the interior of the office made for the three-coach staff of the award-winning swimming program. He finds his assistant coach seated behind a desk.
“Hey Tom.” Davies says to the slightly older coach seated behind his desk. “It seems like the weatherman on WKUM Channel 7 was all wrong about us getting rain, today. It is bright and sunshiny outside. Not a drop of rain in sight.”
“You cannot go by anything that fat slop of a motherfucker, Terrance Buchanan, says. He is so full of bullshit. He was a lousy football player back in the day. Too. I might add.”
“Oh! That is right you played football with him in college.”
“Yep. A real fuck-up.” Coach Davies says. “A royal fuck-up as there ever was one.”
Tom is seated behind his desk. Shirtless. Waiting. It is time for the afternoon Senior swim team practice.
“I guess you saw Leslie.” Tom says.
“Yep. The girl better be careful.” Coach Davies says. “Gonna attract the wrong sort of bees with the honey she is flaunting.”
“She has a sweet spot for you. Davies. I believe. All the ladies do. All over town.”
“Not me. Nope, nope…Butc…Tom, been burned once. Not ever happening to me again. It is you she is trying to snag in her trap.” Coach Davies says as he pulls his polo shirt over his head and smooths out his frazzled hair on his head back to its proper place and brushes his strong fingers through his thick wolverine like mutt and chops that trail on his cheeks.
“Not me. I am already being held prisoner. Been married three months now. Remember? And with a wife who is now five months pregnant. And you know not to use that name while we are here. We agreed. You know. You know.”
“I have not forgotten. I did not use it. I stopped myself before I could say it.” Coach Davies says. “You would not listen to me. You would have thought you had learned your lesson the first time. You have been married before. For a man older than me. You are a little slow on the uptake. Where women are concerned. That is.”
“A man has to do what he has to do.” Coach Tom says. “And you know why. You do.”
Tom gives him that pointed eye. The knowing one.
A swirling fan in the corner whips the air about in the tiny coach’s office. It stirs the hairs on his bare chest as he slings his shirt onto an empty chair in the corner of the room.
“The boys out in the pool, Tom.” Coach Davies asks.
“Yep. The whole lot’em. The wee lads all the way up to those on the Senior High School swim team.” Tom answers. “They are all there.”
“Coach Evans out there, too?”
“Yeah. And so is Bobby that 18-year-old lifeguard.” Tom answers.
Coach Davies kicks his shoes off. Unsnaps his coaches’ shorts and begins skimming them down his well-defined and muscular hairy legs. And over his knee-high athletic socks with the red and blue colored bands near the top of them. He skims them down too. Giving Coach Tom a full and clear view of his hairy ass crack as he contorts in his movements.
He runs his fingers through his sweaty pubes and letting his fingers free his cock and balls from their curly entanglement.
“Davies. You gonna do something about that?” Tom asks.
“What? What?”
“That?” Tom points to Davies heavily furred mid-section and cock. “That?”
“Do not worry Tom. It will go down. By the time I get through the locker room and to the door of the pool. I will lose my throbbing hard-on. Doncha, you worry.”
“You sure?” Tom says. “Those boys have seen your cock before but not at its half-mast state. Or it being fully hard. Like it is now.”
“I know. Do not worry, Tom.” Coach Davies says. Again. “These boys have seen my cock for years. It is not something that would alarm them. Trust me.”
Coach Davies cock is half-hard but even in its semi-flaccid state its thickness seems menacing. And the denseness of his pubes around it makes it more of an obscene threat.
“You are gonna need this. Here.” Tom chucks the silver whistle on its red cord towards Davies as he stands up from behind his desk. Coach Davies catches the whistle thrown at him as the cord as its wraps itself around his outstretched hand. This gets a lopsided smirk directed at Tom from Coach Davies for this action.
Davies looks over his fellow coach’s naked body as he makes his way from behind the desk and joins him in the aisle in front of the three desks. The man’s uncut dick is nestled in the dense forest of dark brown fur around his groin. The man is still in shape despite being a few years older than him.
“It would not hurt you to get hard-on sometime, yourself. Tommy.” Coach Davies says. “None of the boys would notice it anyway.”
Coach Davies chuckles. Tom does not. But Tom is quite familiar with Davies jabs at him about his cock.
Tom does not answer but instead lets his finger wrestle his dick from the midst of his tangled fur. He then follows Coach Davies through the locker room to the door leading out into the crowded pool area. When Coach Davies opens the pool area door, his hard-on has all but become a whisper among his furry pubes. Like he said it would.
A whistle is blown. It is not Coach Davies but the blonde-haired naked and smooth skinned lifeguard naked Bobby standing on the side of the hectic swirling waters of the crowded pool.
“Alright everyone out of the pool. If you are here for the Senior High School swim team practice, you can stay. The practice will start at 2:45 p.m. pronto.” The lifeguard with the surfer-boy-looks says as he looks toward the wall-mounted clock. It read: 2:38 p.m. in the afternoon.
The young mans skedaddle out of the pool. Dripping wet. And file loudly towards the locker room door. Where Coach Davies and Tom are standing nearby.
“Hey Coach Davies.” One of the lively little boys says as he nears him.
“Hey Jerry.” Coach Davies says. “You gonna swim for me on the swim team when you get old enough?”
“Yessir. Just like my big brother does.” The boy cheerfully says to Coach Davies as he enters the locker room along with his fellow playmates behind him.
Other boys say the same thing to him while they pass by him and Coach Tom.
Coach Evans comes up behind the last boy in the frenzied line.
“You see Johnson. Coach Davies.” Evans says to Davies who has his arms interlocked atop his chest. The weight of his arms pressing down on his many chest hairs. And Coach Tom standing next to him is mimicking that same posture.
“I see him.” Coach Davies says. “I see him.”
And Coach Davies does. He sees Johnson with his bright red nipples among the cluster of chest hair that blankets his muscled pectorals that sweep downward on his exposed body. And then to the focus of both Coaches’ attention.
“Me too.” Tom says.
“You take care of those boys and get them on their way to their momma’s. Then join us back out here with the Senior boy’s swim team. You got that Coach Evans.”
“Yessir. I have got it. Will do.” Evans says. “I’ll be back very soon.”
Coach Evans hands go to his cock. Letting his fingers give himself a sly stroke of his limp dick in front of the two Coaches.
“You lost some weight, Evans?” Coach Davies asked before the younger coach parts from their company.
“Yeah. Been going to the gym upstairs. Working out at night with some of the younger lifeguards.” Coach Evans answers as he rakes his fingers over his chest and then lets them creep down to fondle his cock, again, amidst the fur that is there.
“You are putting on some muscle.” Davies says. “Keep it up. Now see after those young ones. Will you, please?”
Evans ducks into the locker room. Into the ruckus caused by the boys getting dressed into their street wear. As all were naked as they swam. Which is the standard way they swim at the local YMCA pool.
“What are you gonna do about Johnson?” Tom asks as the two still stand near the door of the locker room. “He is shaming the other boys. And us too. I am sad to say.”
Coach Davies blows his whistle. Its sound carries through the expansive room.
“Get it under control Johnson. Now!” Coach Davies yells out across the crowded pool area. “And you know what I mean.”
A silence falls over the group. As all eyes are looking at the teenaged boy named Johnson. The called-out boy by Coach Davies.
This teenager. An eighteen-year-old boy likes the many in the room who are on the Senior High School swim team or want to be. He stops. And looks toward Coach Davies and Tom.
“I said for you to taken care of that.” Coach Davies yells out again. “Get rid of it. Now.”
All eyes are on the dark-haired furry-chested young man. By coincidence he is the only one with a noticeable amount of chest hair on his well-muscled pectorals before it dips down and trails over his chiseled abs and blossoms around his throbbing semi-erect hard-on.
He is a blessed young man. With his cock. And the amount of flourishing growth across his muscle frame. It makes him stand out amongst his same-aged teenaged peers.
Johnson sees his burgeoning hard-on and attempts to cover it with his two large hands. But it fails to cover him even in the slightest even if he had wanted it to. He is too well-endowed.
Coach Davies blows his whistle twice. The sound was carrying across the crowded pool area.
“Get in line at your assigned lanes. We are gonna do drills. Get a move on boys. Get a move on.” Coach Davies yells.
The boys hurry to their assigned spots.
Coach Tom and Coach Davies can see each of the boy’s dicks jump and bounce about as they get in line at their lanes. Each have fur around their cock and balls although in varying degrees. And some have sprouts of fur popping up on their muscling chest. But some are more muscled than others. But all are well on their way towards their much-anticipated manhood. But their four eyes, the Coaches, are solely focused on Johnson. And to the sight of his cock.
“That boy is so fucking blessed.” Tom says, under his breath. “Were I to have had that when I was his age. I would have been a terror. A holy fucking terror.”
Coach Davies nods his head before he speaks. “If I had that cock now, I would be a terror. And he has no idea how to properly use it. I bet. Which is a fucking shame. It is a real fucking shame.”
“Are you sure? We knew how to use our cocks at that age. I am sure he has fucked already.” Tom says. “This is the time of Free Love. It changes the whole fucking ball game. And cock game too.”
Tom scratches his balls and lets his fingers give his cock a hearty hidden rub. A tug. Coach Davies notices his slightly older assistant coach’s groping but says nothing. He has the same need to rub his cock too. But decided against it. At least for now.
“But do you think that kid does?” Coach Davies says. “From what I hear he ain’t ever gonna be college material. Or so my ex told me when she taught him back in the 10th grade.”
“Well, maybe he got smarter in the past two years.” Tom says.
They both look at each other and simultaneously say, “Nah! Not happened.”
Coach Davies walks around the pool. Tom heads in the opposite direction. Tom’s cock wagging about with each step he takes on the tile.
Davies blows his whistle.
“Jed get a fucking move on. You are lagging, son.”
Jed speeds up in the lane next to the star swimmer Johnson. Who are a few paces ahead of Jed? But his speed is not a hinderance. He just does not want the kid to slow down. Next to Johnson he is good. But not as good as Johnson. Not one is.
The teenage boys continue to swim. They are doing whatever their Coach says. They know they must if they want to make it to the state meet in a few weeks.
Coach Davies and Tom once again cross each other on their walk around the pool. As he nears Davies. He notices it.
Coach Davies’ cock is leaking a string of pure clean and clear pre-cum. The more he walks the more his juice is gently being expelled from the man’s pee-hole of his cock. Coach Tom says nothing at the sight of the clear discharge trailing from the cock of the Head Swim Coach named Davies.
“How’d the boys do?” It is Coach Evans. The youngest member of the coaching staff asked. He is as blonde and as smooth-skinned as the younger lifeguard named Bobby who is now treading the water as he swims laps back and forth in the pool with all the other boys.
“Oh! Oh!” Coach Evans sees the string of cum leaking from Head Swim Coach Davies’ cock. He and Coach Tom exchange glances. But say nothing to each other besides the intense glances exchanged between them.
Coach Davies blows his whistle. A signal from the Coach to listen.
“Take a seat in the bleachers. Swimmers. I have some announcements to make.” Coach Davies bellows out. While his pre-cum continues to stream from the piss-slit of his cock as he walks towards the bleachers.
The boys move to the bleachers in a speedy way and take a seat. None bother with towels and drip dry as the fans whirl on either side of the room blowing the breeze through the open pool area. The sliders (the glass doors) in the back that open out into a patio are letting the breeze filter in from the outside. The air is circulating quite efficiently. It is comfortable and cool in the pool area.
The boys see Coach Davies as he walks towards them. On either side of the older Coach, is Tom and the younger Coach named Evans. As Coach Davies stands before them; the seated boys can see the strings of cum from his cock drifting in the breeze.
“Boys! Boys!” Coach Davies pipes in.
“Silence! Silence! Listen to the Coach!” It is the older coach named Tom now speaking.
The quit shuffling in their seats. Many have their legs spread wide and their cocks dangling down between them like medallions. They want their cocks seen. Some sneak a rub or two on their cocks but take their hands away. They hope they are seen or noticed. They want to be. They want to be seen as men. Young men.
“At the state meet in a week or two you will see boys like yourself, shaved bare of all their body hair.” He tells.
“All their body hair?” One of the boys says louder than the others. “Why would they do that, Coach? That is crazy!”
“Yes. Gibbs. Shaved from head to toe.” Davies says.
“Around their dicks too, Coach?” Johnson says.
“Yes, around their cocks too. Johnson.” Coach Davies says.
“Are we gonna hafta to do that? Coach.” Johnson asks. “Are we?”
“FUCK NO!” Coach Davies says without a hint of hesitation in his baritone voice. “NO SWIMMER OF MINE ON THE SWIM TEAM IS GOING TO SHAVE THEIR BALLS AND COCK TILL THEY ARE BARE-ASSED BALD! NOT FUCKIN’ GONNA HAPPEN WHILE I AM OVER THIS FUCKING SWIM TEAM!”
This gets a loud raucous cheer and applause from those seated.
“Men need their pubes. These are hairs they have earned. And deserve.” Coach Davies says as he begins to scratch his hairy balls. His actions are not hidden from his team of youthful swimmers. Coach scratches harder. And harder. “And quit looking all beady eyed at me. Boys. My cock and balls are itching. And you fucking scratch when you have an itch. You fuckers.”
As he does this more of his cream begins to leak from his weeping pee-hole. It does not deter him from further scratching. He scratches harder. And harder. As he leaks more of his ball cream onto the tiles under his feet.
Some of the boys begin to scratch too. As it is in direct response to his display of actions. Even Coach Evans starts to itch. His cock responds and begins to harden from the friction of his swiftly moving hand. He does not hide his growing erection. Either. This also causes some of the younger boys. Those who are eighteen year old. To begin to stiffen from their hands on their cock and balls.
“Alright, boys. Hit the showers! And be ready for practice on Saturday.” He tells the seated boys. “Now. GO! GO!”
He blows the whistle in one long tweet and gives one last order. “Dismissed!”
As the boy’s stand. Coach Davies has one more announcement to make to the boys. “Johnson and Jed, you two stay behind. Coach Tom and I need to talk to the both of you.”
Soon the bleachers are empty of the boys as they scurry off to the locker room on the other side of the pool. Mimicking the actions of the younger boys when they departed from the pool for the Senior High School swim team practice earlier.
“Coach Evans go with the boys. Lock the outside locker room door to the lobby once the last boy has left. Oh! And keep the lifeguard named Bobby behind. I need to discuss somethings with him, too.” Coach Davies says.
“Will do Coach. Will do.” Evans says. “I’ll tell him.”
“Johnson. Boy. I do not know what you think you are doing. But you damn best put a stop to it. As of today.” Coach Davies says to the star swimmer who now stands in front of him. Eye-to-eye.
Coach Davies cannot take his eyes off the boy. His bright red areolas around his nipples shining bright amongst the fur on his chest. They make his cock twitch at their sight.
Their individual flesh of their cocks between their legs are near about to touching; the tips of their cocks are in proximity, scant inches from the other.
The swimmer looks puzzled. Frazzled by Coach Davies’ statement.
“What do you mean Coach?” The teenager named Johnson says. “I do not understand.”
“Tell’em Coach Tom. Tell him what he has been doing that is wrong, today?”
Coach Tom looks over at Head Swim Coach Davies.
“What?” Tom says. “What? Do you mean? Done wrong?”
The four are standing in a clustered circle off to the side of the empty bleachers. There are only four of them inside the enclosed pool area. The other members of the swim team are in the locker room with second assistant Coach Evans.
“What do you mean Davies?” Tom asks again.
“Your struttin.’ Your high and mighty struttin’ about. Acting like you are this big ole man among the other swimmers. I ain’t gonna put up with it. I ain’t.” Coach Davies explains. “You walk around the other boys and us three Coaches with that cock of yours thrust out like no one is as great as you. Like you are some prized bull. Or a stud horse.”
“But. But. But…Coach. I do not mean to.” Johnson pleads. “Honest. I do not. Really.”
“But you do, boy.” Coach Davies says. “Look over at your friend, Jed. Is his cock as big as yours?”
Johnson looks to his pal, Jed. He has seen his friend naked since they first started swimming together when they were little kids at a pond near his house. They have been jacking off their cocks together since the early days of middle school. And they shared a girl or two in the backseat of his daddy’s car. Or have tried to. But the girls were only interested in him because of his big thick dick. Jed could not even get a girl to suck him off. That ended their shared dating with the girls after Jed was ignored to many times. Some of the girls were even scared of his cock. The sheer size of it gets a loud gasp and a noticeable shock across their feminine faces when they see him at his most rugged rock-hardiness. They resorted to other means to get their rocks off. But he does not divulge any of this to Coach Davies as they stand in the pool area. He keeps this to himself although Jed knows it. Jed knows it all. And more.
“Coach. I am sorry. I am sorry. I will not do it again. Ever.” Johnson says. “I promise. I do. I do.”
“Kid. I do not think you can help it. I do not.” Coach Davies said. “You have something, us other men do not have. But wish we did.”
“And that is what, Davies?” Coach Tom says.
“That big ole cock. What else have I been fucking talking to all y’all about.” Coach Davies says aloud. “Boy. You cannot help it. Honestly, you cannot. I know it. But those of us must look at it every time we have practice.”
Coach Davies licks his lips in a loud way.
“And salivate over it.” Coach Davies thinks quietly to himself but does not voice aloud to the teenager.
Johnson looks down between his legs.
“How big is it?” Coach Davies asked. “I have never asked you.”
“Eleven inches.” Jed speaks up. Interjecting the answer into the fray without being asked. He just spoke up. Because he knew the answer. “When he is soft. It is only seven inches. Or eight. I ain’t exactly sure.”
“Only seven inches. Bah! That is more than some men have when they are hard.” Coach Evans interjects as he has suddenly rejoined the other two coaches and swimmers. “Nice.”
“Oh! Okay! Thanks Jed. Enough, Coach Evans.” Coach Davies says. “I guess you two measured it. His cock. At some point.”
“Yessir.” says Johnson. “We measured my cock. And his, too.”
“Yessir.” Says Jed. “We happened to do it last night. If you must know.”
“And how big was Jed’s cock?” Coach Davies asked.
“Six inches.” Jed answers. “Maybe…six and a half inches. I am not sure.”
“That is nothing to be ashamed of. Its what a normal man has between his legs.” Coach Davies says.
“But yours is bigger than that, Coach.” Jed says.
“Yes. I am about eight inches.” Coach Davies answers. “Maybe eight and a half on a good day when I am horned up.”
“And you are thick too.” Jed says. “Coach Tom and Coach Evans have big thick cocks too.”
“Your cock will get bigger. Mine did once I started fucking.” Coach Davies says. “Have you been fucking with that cock?”
Johnson does not answer.
“Mine did too.” Coach Tom says. “And I bet Coach Evans can say the same thing about his cock.”
It is then they look at Johnson and what is so apparent between his legs.
As Johnson’s cock was being discussed it grew harder and harder between his legs. A flesh-hued tree trunk of a cock that gets so much attention from everyone.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Coach Davies says. “See what I mean. See what I fucking mean? See?”
All the eyes are focused on Johnson’s cock rising out of his dense dark pubes like it is the mythical fleshy Phoenix of old.
In response to Johnson’s hard-on. The others begin to sport their own wooden-like appendages between their two legs.
“Coach! Coach! Coach! “Coach Evans interjects himself suddenly into the conversation. “The boys have emptied out from the locker room. Perhaps. We should all go there. To the locker room. For privacy’s sake.”
Coach Evans’ cock grew as he walked towards the four gathered in the corner by the bleachers. He saw their cock weld their ever-growing length the closer he got to the group, earlier.
“Remember there are a few small windows that can be seen from the reception area of the lobby out into the pool area.” Tom interjects. “They can see all of us. And what is happening to us as we talk.”
He thought he saw a whirl of a blonde Bouffant hairdo at the window. It might have been Leslie. But he is not sure, but he does not want to risk it. Seeing all the hard cocks on the Coach’s and the swimmers would get back to the Board of Directors. Which would not be a good thing for any of them.
She did. Leslie saw it all. In the lobby area the receptionist whisks her hand in front of her face in some mock reaction as if she were some sort of delicate Southern Belle. She is not. She is not Southern.
The dick on that 18-year-old star swimmer is bigger than the boy she slept with last night at the pay-by-the-hour hotel. She should be looking at the younger men if he is any sign of what they are packing in their pants. And she expected Coach Davies to be big. He is. But nowhere near the size of that star swimmer named Johnson. And she had seen Coach Evans’ cock. Rode it like a bucking bronco. She and he had fucked on more than one occasion in the upstairs gym. Done it in front of some of the lifeguards too. The boys jacked their cocks as they displayed their fuck for them. She is progressive and is all for this Free Love movement that is sweeping across America, and she is okay with herself to be on this type of display. It made the fucking between them; all the hotter.
The five of them. The three coaches and two swimmers’ hustles at a fast pace to the MEN locker room. Their cocks waving from thigh-to-thigh. Some sling their potent ball juices as they walk. They are excited.
Coach Evans enters first. Followed by Jed. Then Coach Tom. And then Johnson. Followed lastly by Coach Davies. All are swinging hard cocks from their impressively hairy mid-sections in their walk to the locker room.
“Look at what I found when I walked in here.” Coach Evans says. “It’s Bobby the lifeguard.” From the boy’s groin, he is hard, but he was caught stroking his cock when he was joined by the five. The three-swim coaches. And the two youthful swimmers.
“Check the locker room door. Make sure it is locked?” Coach Davies asks among the men. “It is okay. We have all jacked-off in here. Haven’t we? And we will do so again. And more.”
All six nod the heads, ‘yes.’ And they had.
“Yeah. I locked it.” says the lifeguard. “I thought I was alone except for Coach Evans. He has seen me with a hard-on before. We have jacked-off in the shower room together after practice.”
“Well. You weren’t.” Coach Davies. “No problem. Everyone of us has jacked off in the locker room at some time or another. But sometimes we do more. Don’t we?”
Coach Davies does an obvious wink and a nod to the others.
“And everyone has a hard-on too.” Says the blonde surfer dude looking lifeguard named Bobby as he looks over the others.
“Well. We are going to deal with that right now. If you are game.” Coach Davies says. “You game? Boy.”
“Yessir.” The lifeguard says. “I am game.”
Lifeguard Bobby takes his hand off his cock. He stands proudly as his cock is pronounced from his mid-section. The wispy blonde fur circling his hard-on is intoxicating. Ghost-like.
“What about the rest of you?” Coach Davies says as he looks at Johnson. Jed. Coach Tom. And Coach Evans.
“Yeah!” They all say in unison. “Yeah! Yeah!”
Coach Davies looks toward Johnson.
“You done much fucking with that big ole cock of yours, Johnson?” Coach Davies asked. “I must ask. I hope you have. I really do.”
“It’s been a mixed blessing. Sir.” Johnson says. “The girls are all scared of it.”
“I ain’t” Jed says. “I ain’t Johnson. But you know that. You’ve fucked me a-hella of a bunch of times. And I want you to do so some more.”
Johnson nods his head, ‘yes.’
“Me neither.” Coach Evans says.
“I’d give it a whirl.” Coach Tom says. “It looks like it’d feel good buried deep up inside my tight little hole.”
“What about you, Coach?” Blonde-lifeguard Bobby ask Coach Davies as he strokes his hard cock in front of the others. His glistening cockhead aflame with the fires brewing deep inside his two hairy cum-full balls.
They have also all began gliding their hands up and down their steely hard shafts.
“I am going to be fucked by him, first.” Coach Davies says. “Are you ready for me, Johnson?”
“You want me to fuck you, Coach?” Johnson asks as his fingers climb the length of his cock-shaft. His crown of a cockhead gets redder and redder as more blood flows and is infused into the many veiny vessels which fill the length of it. That are inside of it.
“What are you afraid of; your ole Coach can’t take your meat?” Coach Davies says. “Just to let you know. I’ve had big cocks like yours deep and up inside my tight ass before. But I have never been fucked by someone as young as you. But I can handle you. Johnson. Give my ass. A whirl.”
“FUCK!” Jed says.
“FUCK! Says Bobby the blonde lifeguard.
“FUCK! FUCK! Is right.” Coach Tom says. “He has had my cock. And Coach Evans. Many times. And others. What do you think we coach’s do after seeing so many of your cocks dangling about when we have these massive swim meets and after swim practices?”
“And he could handle us, just fine.” Coach Evans says. “Yes, he can.”
“And you could handle me too, Evans.” Coach Davies adds. “Couldn’t you.”
“Yes. Coach Davies. I could handle you. And will do so again.” Evans answers with a full smile on his face.
All six of the men in the locker room are rock-hard. Their cocks throbbing. And pulsating. And at their hardest they have been in a while. It is this spectacle. Or these surroundings. But that is why the locker room happens to be the domicile of many of these men as one of their favorite play places.
“What are you waiting on, Johnson? My ass is ready.” Coach Davies says as he turns and presents his ass to the 18-year-old big-cocked star swimmer named Johnson. “There is some K-Y Jelly in the last locker by the door. I am gonna need more than your spit as lube for you to get that monster of a cock deep inside my hole. Get it. I want that veiny monster to have no trouble getting itself deep inside me.”
“You ain’t gonna use Vaseline, Coach? I jack-off with that.” Johnson says.
“You do not use Vaseline on a man’s soft tender spots, boy. A man’s hole is tender. Moist. Delicate. But jacking off with it. That is a-okay, Johnson. But not for fucking, no sirree.” Coach Davies lectures the teen. “Use the K-Y.”
“Thanks Coach.” Johnson says. “I did not know that.”
“That is why you need guidance from an older man. To help you out on things like that.” Coach Davies says. “You find that K-Y yet? I want that cock in my ass.”
Coach Evans walks to the locker pointed out by Coach Davies. He can hear the noise on the other side of the locker room door. The lobby is full of people. Bustling. Hectic. People come down the stairs from the upper levels and the gymnasium on the opposite side of the building. But there are other locker rooms for those on the other floors. Everyone knows the swimmer’s locker room is a sacred place. And only for the male swimmers. He sees the clear containers of Vaseline in the assigned locker, too. He knows the boys use it for their jacking-off sessions. It is why the coaches decided to make sure they have a ready supply of it on hand for them. But he is looking for the K-Y, those bottles have not been touched. Not much, anyway.
As Coach Davies coached the swim team it is among the winningest swim teams in this part of the state. Coach Davies reputation is known far and wide. Since all the competitions are held in the nude. At least for the men. He is not only known for what happens in the Olympic-sized pool, but the other coaches have seen him in the bedroom, too. More than once.
Johnson is handed the K-Y Jelly by Coach Evans.
“Here. You had better put this gooey-good shit to good use. That is one wholesome dick.” Coach Evans says. “I am glad to finally see your cock fully hard. I am glad you have not disappointed me by seeing it as I have always dreamt it would be.”
“And…” Johnson says.
“Boy. You are one fucking lucky S.O.B. You have a beast of a cock between those legs.” Evans says. “Use it. And do not abuse it. Many men, including myself would die to have that monster of a thang.”
“Soon it will be up inside your ass, too.” Johnson says. “If I get my way.”
“And I will be happy to have it. Take it.” Coach Evans says. “Anytime you want to put it there. I will take it.”
“What will all the girls think about you being fucked?” Jed says.
“I am bi-sexual. They already know that.” Evans says. “I am all for this Free Love. Man. Woman. I like it all. I want it all. The more the merrier. My cock appreciates it all!”
Coach Evans strokes his cock as an enticement to Johnson. He licks his lips in a grand gesture to the younger man.
“Enough talking. Put that cock in my hole.” Coach Davies says as he squats with his ‘ass up’ with his body leaning down onto one of the benches in front of the many lockers and the men gathered about. “I want that cock in my hole. Now! Johnson.”
“You sure you are ready for me, Coach.” Johnson asks as he smears the gooey K-Y Jelly onto his long thick cock.
“Put some of that gooey-K-Y in my hole, too, boy.” Coach Johnson says. “Yeah. Then I will be…I will…I am ready. More than ready.”
Johnson rubs his cock against Coach’s hole. Some of the boy’s leaking pre-cum smears against Coach Davies hole. The goo of the gel smearing across the Coaches hairy hole. Coach Davies asshole hairs are covered in the first vestiges of the young man named Johnson.
“His ass is hairier than yours is Jed.” Johnson says. “But it is really…nice. Real nice.”
“That’s because it a man’s ass.” Coach Tom says. “Jed is still a boy. But a fucking nice boy, he is.”
“But he is a handsome boy.” Coach Evans says. “C’mere Jed. Come over here and stand next to me. Stand near me, boy. C’mere.”
Jed walks to the youngest of the three coaches. His cock dripping its juices with each step he takes.
“Turn around.” Evans orders the boy. Evans looks to the shapely round buttocks of the older teen. “You have a nice ass. Do not ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Evans puts a finger into his mouth. Lubing it with his saliva. Coating it with his spittle before he shoves it deep inside the boy’s ass. “And you are…oh! So tight.”
Jed squeals as the coach’s finger sinks all the way inside him until the other four fingers are among the boy’s barely hairy filled ass.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Coach Davies sighs loudly. Getting the attention of all those gathered around him. “You feel good boy! Give me more of that cock! Yeah…yeah…yeah…that’s it. Ooooooh!”
“You okay, Coach?” Johnson asks his cockhead disappears deeper into Coach’s hairy asshole.
“FUCK! YES! FUCK! FUCK! YES! GO DEEPER!” Coach Davies bellows out as Johnson’s cockhead is completely enveloped by his furry canal.
Johnson slides deeper. And deeper. Further into the hairy ass which is tightly wrapped around his cock.
“DAMN! You are one thick son-of-a-bitch, boy.” Coach Tom says as he strokes his cock while watching Johnson’s cock delves more into Davies’ ass.
Johnson begins to gently ram his cock deeper and deeper into the coach’s ass. Soon seven of his eleven inches are buried all the way inside the man he respectfully calls Coach.
“FUCK! FUCK! Coach you have yourself one tight ass.” Johnson sighs as his cock is devoured. “FUCK YOU FEEL GOOD, COACH! FUCKIN’ GOOD!”
Johnson begins to pull out. Inch-by-inch as he creeps out of Coach’s tight, warm worn hole.
“No! Do not you dare pull the fuck-tool out of my ass! Stay inside me! Oh, yeah! Go…go deeper! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Coach Davies says. Johnson resumes with his forceful cock thrusts deeper into Coach Davies’ ass.
“Jed come closer to me.” Coach Davies says to the boy off to his right.
“Go to the Coach. Do what the man tells you.” Coach Evans says as his finger slides out of the boy’s hole. Jed sighs once the long digit is freed from the grasp of the boy’s squirmy hole.
“His ass is tight, Coach. So. Fucking tight!” Evans tells the senior Coach.
“That’s nice. That’s nice.” Coach Davies coos as the ramming of his ass continues by the star swimmer Johnson.
Jed walks to the Coach. His cock flapping about as he nears the stooped-over man.
“I want to suck on that boy-cock of yours while your friend, Johnson, fucks me.” Coach Davies says.
Davies devours the boy’s cock. He gulps him down in one slobbery swallow.
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!” Jed moans as Davies devours him.
Johnson rams and rams his many inches into Davies outward presented ass. While Davies lathers up Jed’s cock with his mouthful of warm wet slobber.
Evans creeps up back behind the boy named Jed. He tickles the boy’s entrance to his hole with his throbbing hard cock.
“Fuck me, Coach Evans.” Jed says. “Use my hole like you would a pussy.”
It was all Evans needed to hear before he plunges his dick into Jed’s free hole.
This gets another loud sigh out of the mouth of the 18-year-old boy named Jed.
Off to the side Coach Tom has found the round firm ass of the blonde surfer-looking lifeguard named Bobby. His hand rubs the round backside of the muscled boy, while he continues to stroke his cock.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Jed is the first to explode inside Coach Davies mouth. Coach gulps down the boy’s potent seed never wasting a drop of the boy’s spilt cream.
The boy quivers. And shakes. And shivers, some more. As he is overwhelmed with the feelings of this climatic release.
Coach Davies Adam apple rolls as the cum is swallowed down his gullet from the naked boy named Jed and into his stomach. The boy’s balls are full, and he has a lot of cum inside them. But the Coach’s mouth is still locked on the boy’s cock draining the last drops of his seed from his balls.
“I didn’t think you’d last long.” Coach Evans says. “No boy your age does when you are being double teamed by a mouth on your cock, and a hard cock in your ass. But you will recover. Fast.”
Jed breathes hard. As Coach releases his cock from his mouth.
“That was good, Jed. Pure innocent boy cream.” Coach Davies comments as he wipes some of the escaping cum drops from the corner of his mouth. “Nothing tastes better.”
Coach Davies grunts and moans as Johnson’s continues to ram his cock into him. He can feel Johnson’s cock getting fuller and fuller. He knows what is approaching. What is cumming.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” The boy named Johnson screams as his cock thickens. His body reddens. And his whole body gyrates. And shakes. As he explodes inside Coach Davies’ hole.
“GIVE ME THAT CREAM! GIVE IT TO ME!” Davies bellows like a crazed animal.
The boy pumps and pumps. His cream fills up the Coach’s gasping hole.
Coach Davies squeezes the boy’s cock in his hole like he would a vice. Getting all the precious baby-batter from the boy’s twin full balls.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” Johnson says as he collapses on the sturdy haunches of his swim Coach.
Coach Evans continues to fuck Jed with his cock.
As lifeguard Bobby and Coach Tom stroke their cocks.
The smell of fucking is heavy in the air of the MEN locker room.
Johnson does not pull out. He is still firm and filled with the virility of his young age, and steely enough to fill the muscled passageway of the studly athletic older man. Coach’s cock is still hard and a puddle of his cum sparkles on the bench underneath him in the light of the overheard fluorescent bulbs.
“I do love a cock in my ass.” Coach Davies says. “It was a good day when my wife caught me being plugged in our marital bed by you, Tom. Butch.
“It ended a marriage that was never meant to be.” Coach Tom says. “I was more than happy to oblige you on that day. And those many days after. And do not call me, Butch. You promised.”
Johnson eases out. Inch-by-inch of his cock escaping from Davies’ tightness.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Johnson squeals as his cockhead pops through the Coach’s posterior barrier.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Coach Davies moans once the cock is freed from his ass. “C’mere boy. Let me clean off that sweet boy-cock of yours.”
As Johnson walks to the front of the bench where Coach is bent over. The young man slings his seedy juice onto the tiles of the floor.
“Look at that. He is still hard.” Coach Evans says. “Fuck!”
“I am not hard.” Johnson says. “I am just softer. Is all?”
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Coach Evans moans fill the crowded locker room as he dumps his load deep inside young Jed’s filled hole.
This gets everyone’s attention. Coach Davies takes his mouth off Johnson’s cock.
“Give’em all you got, stud. Pump Jed-boy with your potent cum. Give him that seed.” Davies says.
Evans rams and rams his cock into the boy’s hole. Each thrust pushing more of his cum deeper into Jed’s well-cum-lubed hole.
Jed sighs. And his noises bounce off the walls of the locker room.
Coach Davies looks toward the slightly older Coach Tom and Bobby the younger lifeguard.
“Y’all haven’t spilt your seed.” He says with joy. “You have too. C’mon.”
Bobby and Tom jack their cocks as all eyes are now focused on them. The pair. One older. The other, younger. Each man looks to the displayed cocks before them.
The big-cocked Johnson. Still leaking cream from the tip of his rod. Leaks more as he watches.
The muscled Coach Davies with the styled pompadour and the mutt-and-chops and the hairy chest. His ass dripping the cream forth from the virile star swimmer named Johnson.
The twink, Jed, an object of lust for all the men gathered about.
And Coach Evans. A man who fucks any hole he wants. And he likes to be watched when he does it. Lifeguard Bobby has been fucked by him in the gym a floor above them in this locker room. This memory is what is floating through his mind as he spews his load onto the tile.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Lifeguard Bobby yells as his balls are emptied onto the tile floor in front of him.
“DAMN. BOY!” Coach Tom shouts as his cream whips from his gyrating hips and gathers in pools among the young lifeguard’s spilt cream.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Everyone has spilt.” Coach Davies says as he looks over the furred cocks of those around him. “Then it is choo-choo time! Choo-choo! Choo-choo!”
He makes the choo-choo sound loudly for a few times as his deep baritone voice echoes off the painted gray concrete walls of the locker room. The scent of fucking and sweat still hangs heavy in the air.
Lifeguard Bobby looks at Johnson. Jed. The younger ones of this sextant. With the puzzled expression on their faces.
Coaches. Evans. And Tom knows what is meant by Head Coach Davies comment. They have done it. Several times with them and other coaches from across the state.
“What do you mean, Coach?” Asks Johnson. “What is a choo-choo?”
“Just listen to him, son.” Coach Tom says. “Hear what Coach Davies has to say. Which I am sure you will be happy to do.”
“Okay.” Johnson says as his fingers dances over his steely-hard cock. Which is still dripping its masculine juice.
Coach Tom and Evans look to Coach Davies. They are waiting for the line-up they know is coming and am anxious to see where their place will be among the six men here.
“Jed.” Coach Davies orders, “Bend over this bench.”
“The same one where you were on, Coach?” Jed asks.
“Yes, son. Where I was. Let us see that little round ass, you have.”
Jed bends at the waist. His ass presented before the men like an honored prize. The whispers of his crack-hairs easily shine under the fluorescent lights overhead.
“That’s one fucking pretty ass.” Evans says. “Real pretty. I want another go at it.”
“Well, you get behind him.” Davies says. “You get to fuck him again.”
“Okay.” Evans says. “I am good with that.”
Coach Evans gets into his position. He strokes his cock as he stands behind the lithe young swimmer and lets his cum-dripping cock wipe itself among the boy’s fine ass hairs.
Coach Davies looks over those left to be put in place.
Lifeguard Bobby. Coach Tom. And Johnson. And himself. Coach Davies.
“Who?” He whispers to himself. “Who shall be next?”
“Can I be next Coach?”
“You?” Coach Davies asks.
“Yes, Coach. Me.” It is Lifeguard Bobby. “I want to fuck Coach Evans’ ass.”
“You do?” Davies asks.
“He has fucked me. Many times. I want my turn on his tight little manhole.” Bobby says.
“Let him, Coach Davies.” Evans’ says. “It is about time he has had a go at my ass. He has been wanting for a long time to get a go at it. To fuck me.”
Lifeguard Bobby makes his way to stand behind Coach Evans. His cock once again hard and leaking his cream from its piss-slit.
“I want a go at that boy’s ass, Davies. I want to be next.”
“Well.” Coach Davies says. “Get behind him, Tom.”
Tom gets into place. Behind the Lifeguard named Bobby.
“I am not fucked, Coach. I only fuck.” Johnson says. Strongly. And loudly.
Jed nods his head in agreement with Johnson’s comment. What he says is true.
“It is true. Coach.” Jed says loudly. “Johnson fucks. He ain’t never been fucked.”
“That means I am next.” Davies says.
“I like your cock in my ass, Davies.” Coach Tom says. “I like it a fucking lot.”
“I know you do.” Johnson says confidently.
Coach Davies says as he stands behind Coach Tom.
And Johnson takes his place up behind Coach Davies. He figured he would once again be fucking the head swimming Coach’s ass. But that is okay. That man’s ass felt good. Damn good. Tight. And another goes at it. It is more than worth it. He will get a go at the others too. He knows it. But when he is does not know.
So, the train is set.
Jed. At the engine’s start. Coach Evans. Lifeguard Bobby. Coach Tom. Himself. Coach Davies. And Johnson at the caboose. This is a fuck train. The swim team fuck train for today, anyway.
“Where is the K-Y jelly?” Coach Evans’ ask as he glances about the room. “We are gonna need it for this holy fucking fuck-train. Choo-choo!”
Coach Evans’ arm is raised in the motion known for the blowing of a trains whistle.
Everyone laughs at this. Especially the three older coaches. They know what is about to happen more than the three younger men and they are happy. Overjoyed.
“I am ready to fuck.” Coach Davies says with a note of frivolity in his voice. “Who else is?”
Six distinct deep male voices let out a furious whoop-whoop in the locker room.
All their cocks are hard. Some of leaking. And there is no doubt all six of these men are ready.
Not The End.
Look for Part Two of this tale entitled, “Hit the Showers, Boys! Hit the Showers, Boys!”
This story and the others to follow is a homage to a time when men and boys both swam naked in the YMCA pools across America prior to the nineteen-seventies. Sadly, I was a young man in the middle of the seventies and did not get to experience this foray into skinny-dipping at the local YMCA. I would have enjoyed it. Many men today are leery to get naked and be free around their fellow males, naked. In my twenties I got my first experience of being a nudist; it brought a freedom I had never experienced before as I cast off the shame of the negative body image perpetuated on me from the pulpit of the church. And it also awakened my fantasies about sex. It also strengthened my sexuality. I still love to be naked around other men even though I am in my fifties. Any errors in the story are solely my fault. Hope the story is enjoyed as the parts unravel.
