Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 08:11:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Lou and Coach

Lou and Coach. Part 1

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.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. There characters were
introduced in Jimmy, Me and Whitey.  If you have any suggestion or
comments, please e-mail me.


I am the 45-year-old coach of the Marshall Central High School Football and
Wrestling teams, Andy Peterson. My Mom called me Andy, my friends call me
Pete and everyone else calls me coach. I am also the chemistry teacher and
a good one at that. I'm unmarried. If I was the Art teacher, eyebrows would
be raised, but I'm a successful coach. I could screw a German Shepard in
the middle of the main street of town and no one would notice. Until I
began to loose, that is.

Fortunately I like men, not boys, so there are no temptations in that
area. Even though it's the early 1960s, and everyone is modern and with it,
a coach who likes men has to keep a very low profile. I'm 5-10, 200 pounds
of muscle and hair, and about as masculine as a homosexual can be.
Actually, I'm as masculine as a heterosexual can be. The poor art teacher,
Eddie Smith, is 5-6 and 145 pounds and a flaming heterosexual, with a wife,
three kids and a girl friend in the next town.  Everyone thinks he's queer.

I didn't have a sex life except for a few years in college. Marshall wasn't
conducive to close relationships between men. For years I had only one
friend, Ron. He was a janitor in the school and deaf. He was cleaning up
the gym after a long practice and found me showering. The team had left and
the building was locked up. One thing led to another and we connected.

We became friends, but there were several problems. He was a janitor and I
was a teacher and we couldn't socialize together. That wasn't possible in
the social climate of Marshall. I also am a top, and Ron wasn't a bottom.
Ron was a good sport and would do whatever I wanted, but it wasn't just
right. We got together secretly once and a while, but we knew it was a dead
end relationship.

I like men who looked and acted like men. That was Ron. I dreamed about men
who were bigger that I was. That wasn't Ron. Ron moved onto other
relationships, but he never cut me off. Several years later he introduced
me to a friend of his, Whitey. Whitey was hung like a horse and a really
nice man.  He owned a tire store. He was happily married and was into sex
for fun

That was fine with me. We had several wild get together with Ron, Whitey
and some of his friends. They were all nice guys, and I can truthfully say
it was the best sex I had ever had. Great sex, but really enjoyable too.
Whitey introduced me to one of his friends, Lou, and my life changed.

It was love at first sight. Lou Delaport was huge, a big bear of a man. He
had a bushy black beard, a barrel chest and a deep bass voice. I always
think of him as taller than I, but he's the same height. His 75 extra
pounds of pure muscle give a sense of size. Lou wasn't conventionally
handsome, he wasn't like the teenage heart throbs of the era. He was all
man.

A few minutes after I met him, I discovered that he was both 100% man and
100% homosexual.  A few minutes later I was sucking his cock. I had to
leave shortly there after, so I didn't get a chance to get his phone number
or find out where he lived.

I wanted to get in touch with him, but I started football practice, and I
had almost no free time. I tried to contact Whitey, but his hours and mine
didn't jive. I would have had to call him at home. I didn't want to talk to
his wife. I didn't know if she had any idea about Whitey's recreational
activities, so I didn't want to rock the boat. It was three months later
before I could talk to Whitey.

Fortunately a tire blew, and I had to take an afternoon off and get it
replaced. Whitey showed me I was driving on four bald tires. That was a big
sin in his book, so I got four new ones.  I asked about Lou.

"He just drops bye once and a while." Whitey said. "He not real regular,
and I don't know how to get in touch with him.  He asked about you after
you left. He had a good time."

"Do you have any idea how to get in touch with him?" I asked. "I really
enjoyed our meeting."

"I noticed." Whitey said. "I got turned on just watching you go at it."

"I was kind of embarrassed afterwards." I said. Whitey smiled.

"Don't be. We're all friends." Whitey said. "If he drops by, do you want me
to get in touch with you?"

"Please do!"  I said. "That would be great."  I didn't hear from Whitey for
several weeks and figured they hadn't made a connection.  I didn't know if
they were close, and if I was trespassing on Whitey's turf.

It was at the last game of the season when we were playing the team from
Lake Placid that I spotted Lou in the stands in the Lake Placid part of the
bleachers. We were away but were a much bigger school and had a better team
than Lake Placid, so I put in the second and third strings to even things
up a bit. It turned into a good game. Most of my guys hadn't had much time
on the field and they put on a good show. We won by one touchdown.

I got the team on the bus and was getting ready to leave in my own car when
Lou appeared. He had another, older man with him.

"I thought that was you." He said. "Nice to see you again."

"It's good to see you."  I said. "Are you a football fan?"

"More of a wrestling fan, but I appreciate the way you played the game."
Lou said. "The local team just doesn't have any size. Whitey told me you
were the coach so I decided to come to the game."

"Your second string did a good job." The other man said. "I'm Jim Delaport,
Lou's cousin." Lou apologized for not introducing us earlier.  He was
slightly bigger, but otherwise a copy of Lou, but quite a bit older. His
beard was almost white.

"Would you like to join us for dinner and a drink?" Lou said. I said yes.
I figured some time with Lou would be good even if his cousin was there.

"Follow us.  We're at Jim's house." Lou said. They were parked near by and
I followed them out of town into the woods and down a dirt road to a cabin.
It was ordinary looking. Inside Jim flipped a switch and it was warm and
rustic. It had a big fireplace, deer heads everywhere, a leather sofa and
arm chairs and beautiful oriental rugs. It also smelled great.  There was a
stew cooking somewhere in the cabin.

"Fix yourself a drink, and I'll crank up dinner." Jim said. Lou made me a
Scotch and soda and we sat down.

"I really enjoyed our meeting last summer." Lou said. "I was hoping you
liked it as much as me."

"I did. It was great."

"I thought so. Whitey's nice, but I felt something special." Lou said. "I
was hoping we'd get to try it again."

"Me too." I said, glancing in the direction of the kitchen where Jim was
working on dinner. Lou laughed.

"Jim and I are old friends. He taught me everything I know about sex." Lou
said.

"Every thing?" Lou laughed again.

"Well, almost everything." He said. "Jim won't mind if we go off to the
bedroom after dinner. He like it better if he could join us, but he doesn't
mind.  You didn't seem to have any trouble with the audience this summer."

Jim called that dinner was ready so we went to the dining room. This was
grander than I expected. Jim must have collected Japanese and Chinese
porcelain, so there was a striking contrast between the colorful oriental
china, the Persian carpets and the rustic cabin. Dinner was a hearty stew,
served in an Imari tureen. I complimented Jim on the decor.

"You like oriental ceramics?" He asked.

"Never knew much about them, Imari ware is the name I know." I said.  "It
is beautiful."

"Thank you." Jim said.  "A friend of mine says that I've decorated the
place in Genghis Kahn Baroque." I could see the point. The cabin filled
with brilliantly colored objects had a primitive and bold feeling.

"How did you get interested in oriental stuff?" I asked

"I was a GI stationed in Japan during the occupation." Jim answered.  "I
saw the stuff and liked it.  You could pick it up for nothing. I just had a
sergeant's salary, but to some of the Japanese at the time a dollar or two
was a lot of money."  The stew was made with wine. I had never had that
before, I was used to Mom's pot roast. We had wine with the dinner and I
was feeling very mellow at the end.

"Sorry Coach, but we have no desert." Lou said. "I forgot to bring it."

"Dinner was great. It doesn't need anything else." I said.

"Lou has a great cream sauce." Jim said winking. "He told me you sampled it
last summer."

"Actually, I only got to sample the creme dispenser" I said. "I had to
leave before the desert."

"Do you need to go back to Marshall tonight, or can you spend the night
here?" Jim asked.

"I should get back. I have a lot of things to do around the apartment." I
said.

"Let me check the weather before you launch yourself into the wood in the
middle of the night."  Lou said. "I'll call the State Police." He went to
the other room and I helped Jim clear and wash the dishes.

"Lou said you two hit it off." Jim said. "I was hoping you liked him as
much as he liked you."

"I do." I said. "It was only for an hour, but it was a damn good hour."

"He a great guy, but had a hard time finding friends." Jim said. "Not
social or work friends, he has lots of those. Buddies who like sex. Being a
275 pound hairball is not every body's idea of a dream date. He scares away
most guys."

"He didn't scare me." I said.

"I don't scare you either. Do I?" Jim asked. I smiled.

"Not at all."

"I hate to sound tacky, but I would love to have a friendly roll around
tonight." Jim said under his breath. "Just for fun."

"The troopers say a storm is blowing off the lake. Watertown is in a
blizzard now.  It should be here in an hour or two." Lou said. "You'd have
a race to get home before the storm."

"It looks like I'm here for the night." I said.

"Hot damn!" Jim and Lou said together. It was Friday night and I didn't get
back home until Sunday afternoon. The troopers were right. A storm blew in
and the road's weren't drive able until Sunday, and even then it was slow
going.

It was not slow going in bed that night. We got naked, jumped in, and went
at it hot and heavy.  Lou had told me on our only previous meeting that he
was a top. He didn't seem to have any trouble taking my cock. He was
downright enthusiastic about it. For a big man he was remarkably agile. He
got his legs on my shoulders and his hole wide open. Jim lubricated my cock
and his cousin's hole and my cock slid in without effort.

Lou was muscular and a bubble butt. The minute I had him fully impaled, it
must have hit something really good.  He moaned and clamped his sphincter
tight. My cock was his. I had thought of the top as the active partner. Lou
was an active, aggressive bottom. It was almost as if he was trying to milk
my cock with his hole.

He pulled me forward so we could kiss. I had never kissed while fucking a
guy, and I was in heaven. Jim began to finger my ass. I was trying to
thrust deeper into Lou's ass and the extra stimulation didn't bother me one
bit. Jim went straight for the prostate and then he massaged it with his
heavily lubricated fingers.

I was almost shrink wrapped to Lou by this time. My cock was deep in his
ass, my tongue in his mouth. I didn't expect to feel Jim's cock probing my
ass. He was thick, a lot thicker than Lou. I would have worried that it
would hurt, but I wasn't worrying about anything at that point. He thrust
and was in all the way.

I had never considered the intensity of feeling and emotion I would feel
being fucked while I was topping another guy. It more that doubled my
pleasure. Jim's cock rammed my prostate as I rammed Lou's. Jim had been
watching me and Lou and he knew the pace. He thrust at the same rate so it
was as if he was fucking Lou, using my cock as an extension of his own. I
was confused, topping and bottoming at the same time.

It was a very pleasurable confusion.

"Damn, Lou." Jim said. "This puppy hasn't popped yet! He's a keeper." Lou
squeezed his ass in agreement. I tried to do the same with Jim's cock in my
ass, but his tool was so thick, I didn't have much room to maneuver.  My
effort was appreciated. "That's right, Coach. You just work on it.  You're
doing just fine." Jim said.

I suddenly began to shoot. I was moaning and whimpering as my seed flooded
Lou's ass. After the first few ejaculations I must have relaxed and Jim's
cock went deeper in my ass, flooding me with new sensations. He began to
thrust hard and fast. He froze and I knew he had cum. I could feel his cock
twitching in my ass as he unloaded.

When we finally broke apart Lou and I were almost pasted together with his
cum. He had cum, hands free, during our coupling. We all rested, then
showered.  I knew liked man sex, but didn't have that much experience with
it. There had been some oral, some anal, all top except for my one
experience with Lou. This was all new to me. It was as if I had been eating
hamburgers and fries all my life and then went to a gourmet restaurant.
Jim was an encyclopedia of knowledge and techniques. He also was a good
teacher. It turned out that I was a good learner.