Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2001 19:16:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Lou and Coach 5

Lou & Coach 5

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. The characters were
introduced in Jimmy, Me and Whitey.  Please e-mail me if you have any
suggestions or comments.


We spent the next day moving Ron's things out of his apartment and into
storage.  Carlton was a somewhat swishy antique dealer, but he could work,
and he knew exactly what to do to clean the smoke damaged things from Ron's
apartment. He knew what had to be cleaned immediately and what could
wait. I ended up on the cleaning detail with Carlton while Lou and Ron did
the heavy lifting.

Ron had always lent a helping hand for any teacher who needed to move or
needed some physical labor. It was the Christmas season so I knew many
people were out of town, but I was surprised that almost none showed
up. Marie Desjardins, the French teacher and Calvin Jones the art teacher
arrived and were helpful. Ron didn't notice the debts that weren't repaid,
but I did.

I don't think I had said more than hello and good bye to Calvin in the five
years were worked together at the school. He was effeminate and affected
and not my type at all. He and Marie cleaned all of Ron's china and
glassware. I know nothing about antiques but I suspected it was good.  They
were fast, thorough and packed everything without a single chip or
crack. Lou, who knew about antiques, later told me it was indeed good and
that Calvin could have made a living packing for antique dealers.

Lou was taking some days off, but it didn't seem to occur to him that he
wouldn't help. He pitched in and went at the work with a vengeance. I
couldn't believe how dirty we got. I had never cleaned up after a fire
before and didn't realize how greasy and dirty everything was. I also
though of myself as being in good shape, but scrubbing all day long left me
exhausted.

After two days we had cleaned everything that was cleanable and moved it
into Carlton's house or storage. Some things we sent to a professional
cleaner.  Ron was going to move in with Carlton and Lou had to get back to
work. Lou's visit started as a sexual romp and ended up being hard work for
both of us. I realized when he left that I liked him even more than
before. We got to know each other as we worked at Ron's apartment, and I
realized that he just as nice as he seemed.

My view of school politics changes some too. My school's faculty was
subdivided into the academic, athletic and arty types.  Calvin, Marie and I
found out we shared some common concerns and got along well. We were united
by a common distrust of the school board, and its Chairman, Otis
Manville. Otis wanted to advance politically and the School board was the
first step on his ladder to higher office.

I knew that if a school board member who was doing his or her job well,
they wouldn't get much publicity, and I suspected that Otis wanted
publicity more than good education.  That boded ill.  Things were only
mildly annoying until our principal was seriously injured in an automobile
accident.  The principal was not my favorite person in the world, but he
was smart, experienced and could control the school board.

Otis appointed Edna Carwile, the business teacher, to be acting
principal. Edna wasn't very smart and had little experience. She would do
anything Otis told her to do.  The assignment was announced at an assembly
and I think Marie, Calvin and I must have rolled out eyes at the same time
when we heard the news.

It took me about a month to figure out Otis' scheme.  They began
reassigning students to new classes, distributing trouble makers to the
teachers who could least deal with them and putting the academically good
students into classes with marginally skilled teachers. I was at Julio's
Italian restaurant when I sat at the booth next to one of Otis' cronies on
the school board. He was talking about the need to "clean up the mess at
the high school."

As I left, I asked Johnny, the waiter, about the people in the next booth.

"They meet here before each board meeting." He said. "Bad tippers, and rude
to boot."

"I overheard part of their conversation." I said. "It was a bit disturbing.
I wish I knew what they are up too." Johnny looked at me with a knowing
look.  As I left, he followed me outside.

"Sometimes waiters hear lots of things." he said.

"That's very interesting." I said.

"Of course a good waiter would never repeat anything he heard." Johnny
said.  "Unless something underhanded or illegal was going on."

"It would be terrible to let something like that happen and not warn
someone." I said. "Wouldn't it?"

"That's the way I see it." Johnny said.  "There is a meeting next week. I
might just drop by your house after work, for a drink?"

"That would be really nice. Johnny." I said. "I'd like that a lot.  You
won't get in trouble with Julio, will you?"

"Julio's been hearing things too." Johnny said.  He went back in the
restaurant. I was pretty sure that Johnny would be at my door next week and
that he would have a full report.

Otis Manville's son, Alf was on the wrestling team and later that week he
was whispering to another student about perverts in the school who couldn't
keep discipline in the classroom. We need some good Christians to control
things, he said.  There was too much moral laxity. Alf was a fool and a
show off. I was sure that he was just repeating what he heard at home. I
doubted he knew the difference between laxity and a laxative.

Next Tuesday Johnny appeared at my door around 10:00. I invited him in and
gave him a drink.


The room suddenly reeked of fish and oil.  "Fish fry night?" I asked.

He smelled himself and laughed.  "I'm afraid so. All you can eat." he said.

"Shower first, then we will talk." I took his clothes and went to the
washer and dumped them in. I spent so much time washing the team uniforms,
that I realized that I was getting obsessive about clothes. It seemed as if
half the visitors to my house ended up in the shower with me doing laundry.
I went to the bedroom.  Johnny was still in, so I stripped and joined
him. He had been a bystander at Julio's restaurant. He wasn't a bystander
now.

He swallowed my cock in one gulp and proceeded to do just about every thing
I could think could be done with a mouth and cock. He wasn't a
virgin. Eventually I pried him off my cock and got to suck him some. He was
very appreciative.

"Coach! Let's cool down some and I give you the low down." he said. "We can
finish up later." We got out of the shower, dried off. He wrapped himself
in a towel and we went to finish our drinks.

"It's a two-pronged scheme. They want to dump Calvin for being a fag and a
bad example for the kids, and Billy Johnson for being academically
unqualified." Billy was the Industrial Arts teacher who had been given the
advanced placement English class to teach. He was a nice guy who had helped
a number of marginal students graduate from High School and get good
jobs. He was lost teaching Hamlet.

"Otis wants to run for the assembly on a Bible Thumper but academically
demanding platform. He wants to be the savior of the school, but he has to
destroy it first.  He needs publicity so he's trying to make some high
profile problems.  He is to be the knight on a white horse and save the
day. If he destroys the school, or some of the teachers to do it, that's
fine with him." Johnny said.

"Who is in it with him?" I asked.

"Carwile is just a puppet. She doesn't know shit and they won't tell her.
Rev. Bumpas and my favorite car dealer, Art Maden, are in the center of
it. Maden is Otis' ally on the board.  Bumpas is the power behind the
throne. They figure that Mrs. Jeffress is too sincere to suspect what's
going on, and that Smyth and Carstairs are too busy with other things to
get in the way."

Jeffress, Smyth and Carstairs were good people, but, as is often the case
in small towns, stretched thin, serving on many boards and committees. "Is
there a timetable?"  I asked.

"I think they are going after Billy first. Alf is supposed to start a
protest in the English class in a couple of weeks. That's the plan." Johnny
said. "They want to have some demonstrations that can't be controlled, then
they will spring Calvin as typifying the depth to which the school has
sunk.  Is there anything you can do?"

"I don't know, but I try to do something."  I said. "I hate treachery"

"Well I know Billy has a lot of friends in town. I don't know about
Calvin." Johnny said. "He doesn't move in my circles."

"Nor in mine, but he's a nice guy." I said. "He lives with a bed ridden
mother and is a pilar of the Episcopal church here."

"Have you been in bed with him?" Johnny asked.

"Not even close."

"I haven't either. Come to think of it, I don't know anyone who has been
with him."

"Is that unusual?" I asked.

"I hate to sound like a slut, but I have a wide range of acquaintances."
Johnny said. "I have been known to hang out near some of the cruising
areas. I've never seen him and run into anyone who has. He may be one of
those guys who is effeminate, but not gay."

"I know he's shy and quiet." I said.  "This would destroy him."

"That's the kind they would go after." Johnny said. "By the way, they have
no idea at all about you. They think you may help them get Calvin. You are
the man's man in contrast to Calvin's girly man."

"I wish I had a plan." I said.

"Well I have a plan for the rest of this night, at least." Johnny
said. "How about a cock, followed by the tail."  We went back to the
bedroom.

"Julio almost shot off in the kitchen when he found out you were gay."
Johnny said. "Julio and I have been playmates for ten years, and that man
is the hardest guy to get off I have ever known."

"That could be good in the right circumstances." I said.

"Damn right. He can fuck for hours." Johnny said. "He has a sling at his
camp.  I spent an afternoon in it once. He talked and drank and ate while
he pumped my ass. I was a limp dishrag after.  You can't believe how tender
and sensitive your insides get after being fucked for two hours."  He
paused. "Julio has the stamina of a horse.  You popped him in ten minutes."

I was worried that I had offended Johnny for turning on his lover more than
he did. I didn't need to worry.

"I love sex, but I really love the cream." Johnny continued. "I love it
when the cum begins to spurt and Julio can't hold it back and all his seed
squirts out through his cock. I just love it. You got him to shoot the
biggest load I've ever taken. I was wonderful."  We were on the bed and I
played with his cock, stroking it slowly. I cupped his balls.  They were
apricot sized and were contained in a long hanging sack.

"You've got a good pair of cum makers yourself." I said.

"They do the trick for me!" Johnny said.  "Have you ever 69ed with a guy
and shot off together?"

"Nope.  I'm not that coordinated." I said.

"I am. I can shoot pretty much whenever I want." Johnny said. "Do you mind
eating sperm?"

"Not at all."  He rotated on the bed so that we were cock to mouth and we
went at it. He was a great cock sucker and I tried to do whatever he did to
him. I wasn't as good as he was, but he didn't complain. He was long and
moderately thick, but it fit my throat perfectly. When he deep throated me,
I did him.

After a few minutes I began to get confused between the cock in my mouth
and my own cock deep in Johnny's throat. We were feeling the same thing as
we matched actions. I thought about stopping and getting my bearings, but
the sensations were too good to stop. We were one sucking mass, not two
guys linked by their cocks.

I began to moan as the urge to shoot began to swell up. As I ejaculated for
the first time, my mouth filled with a huge spurt from Johnny. It was an
incredible feeling to be draining and sucking cum at the same time. It was
as if I was sucking my own cum. We didn't want to stop so we sucked until
three wasn't a single drop of sperm left.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me." I said when I finally
pulled off.

"It's never been this good."

"Even with Julio?" I asked.

"Julio's never taken my cum." Johnny said as he laid back on the
bed. "Shit, Coach. I can't even imagine anything that good."

"If I asked him to, do you think he would?" I asked. He looked at me and
smiled.

"Well, that is a plan!"

"That will need to be plan number two." I said. "Number one will be a plan
to neutralize Otis and his evil scheme."

"You know, when I was listening to those assholes scheming this evening, I
thought to myself, these guys are evil. I felt a chill. Lots of guys are
misguided, or stupid or tricky, but not many are evil. I hope." Johnny
said. "You need to be careful."

"I'm always careful. I don't take chances, but I don't mind a surprise." I
said.

"Is that why your teams win?" Johnny asked as he got dressed to go home.

"That may be the reason." I said. Johnny left and I called Marie, the
French teacher. She was shocked, but had noted the same strange assignments
that I had. I had thought that she was a straightforward and rather direct
person. In the next several weeks I discovered that her true calling should
have been working for the CIA overthrowing governments.