Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 18:46:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Lou & Coach 6

Lou and Coach 6

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.


Marie and I weren't able to get together until the weekend, so I
stewed. Fortunately on Wednesday I was able to overhear Alf complaining
about Billy and learned some of the details. Billy had gotten through the
first part of the semester, but was facing Hamlet. Alf knew that Shakespear
would be a problem for Billy and was planning to make the most of it.

Alf was a big boy. He was one of the kids who joined the wresting team
because he wanted an organized way to beat up on guys. He wasn't a good
wrestler and didn't win any matches in real competition but he often seems
to hurt his own team members in practice matches. He wasn't very high on my
list of human beings.

I called Lou that night and told him of the problems. He was sympathetic,
but there was no way he could be of help.  We talked for a while and hung
up. About ten minutes later Jim called. Lou told him what was up and he was
ready for battle. Jim had a friend in New York who was a retired drama
teacher and a specialist in Shakespearian drama. If I wanted, Jim would
contact him and see if he could be of help. I said to give him a call.

The next evening I got a call from Ashton Willis, Jim's friend. He was
retired and was thinking of a trip north to see his old friends. He would
like nothing better that a seminar on Hamlet. He would stay at my house. He
sounded impressive on the phone. I told Billy that he had a chance for a
guest lecturer, and Billy was more than willing.

Marie came over to my house Saturday morning for coffee. At first she
wanted to know how I found out about the plot. I didn't tell her, but she
agreed that the fewer people who knew the better.  She didn't think that we
should let anyone else in on the scheme, since it was a small town and that
could backfire.  Otis was popular in some parts of the town and had a knack
for publicity. We needed to take him seriously.  Marie was a purely
offensive strategist. She was going to organize an effort to make Calvin
the teacher of the year.  He was a good teacher who worked well with his
students.

Marie was popular with the students and parents and was going to get the
word out that Calvin had been overlooked because he was the only art
teacher, and should be recognized. His students had gone on to good art
schools and had distinguished themselves.  She would organize the women
teachers if I would do the men. We agreed on that.

Marie's husband was a reporter at the local newspaper and she got him to
work on a story about taking care of elderly parents at home. Calvin's
mother had Alzheimer's disease, and the story turned into a three-part
essay that made Calvin look like our own Mother Theresa. Marie told me that
the story was accurate and the effeminate Art teacher was stronger than he
looked.

Marie was also going to get the word out that something was wrong at the
school.  She was going to insure that everyone knew the problem was in the
school board and administration.  She was going to arrange to move my
classroom next to Calvin's so that if there was any disciplinary problem
there, I would be near if he needed help with discipline.

I told her about Ashton and she though that he was a good idea. Guest
lecturers were always welcome and could show that Billy was working hard to
make up for his weaknesses. Marie left and I felt we had the basis for a
good plan. My main concern was that we wouldn't have enough time to get our
plan in operation before Otis made his moves.

That afternoon I was working in the garden and Julian walked by and came up
to talk.

"Johnny had an interesting encounter last night." he said.  "One of your
favorite students, Alf Manville, I think his name was."

"He's on the wrestling team." I said. "I'm not sure he's my favorite guy on
the team."

"Nice kid." Julian said. "Kind of open minded." That wasn't the Alf I knew,
then it struck me that Johnny said he was partial to frequenting some of
the gay cruising areas in the area. "Johnny said he might drop by after
work and fill you in." Julian continued.

"I'll be here." I said.  "Come along if you'd like to.  It would be nice to
have a nightcap."  Julian said that he would like that and he wandered off
and I returned to the garden. This was an unexpected development. I didn't
know if Johnny had run into Alf, but that would explain some things. If Alf
was gay and was afflicted by his born again father, his poor attitude made
some sense.

Johnny gave me a call after 10:00 and said they were on the way. He asked
if he could bring another friend along. I said yes.  Johnny, his friend and
Julian arrived after eleven and we sat down for a drink.

"This is Karl, he's the manager of Austin's Department Store, at the mall."
Karl was a short, stocky man, with a big, Poncho Villa mustache and salt
and pepper hair. The mall was a small town version of a real shopping mall,
with 20 stores, a Kroger and Austin's acting as the main attractions. The
men's room at Austin's was a local meeting place.

"Karl and I are old friends."  Johnny said. "He doesn't mind guys looking
for love if they are quiet and nice."

"And buy some things from the store!" Karl added. We laughed. "I just don't
like for anything to get out of hand. No disruptions."

"Your friend Alf was a regular visitor it seems." Johnny said.

"You're kidding?"

"Not at all."  Karl said. "One of my straight customers complained that
here was a guy staring at him at the urinal. He felt uncomfortable.  I was
going in to see what was up when Johnny came in the store."

"Looking for love?" I asked.

"Looking for underwear!" Johnny said pretending to be offended. "I have
real needs! I run through tee shirts like Kleenex at the restaurant."

"You're a waiter!" I said. "How do you do that?"

"He does a lot of the food prep too." Julian said. "Beets and wine stain
terribly."

"Anyway, it was at closing time.  I walked in and Karl asked me to go in
the men's room and see what was up. I went to see if there is a problem. If
I'm in there for more than five minutes, Karl comes in and we do a little
street theater." Johnny said. "I went in and Alf was at a urinal pretending
to piss. I saddled up to the next one and pulled out my cock. Alf looked
and discovered true love!"

"Love at first sight?" I said.  Everyone laughed.

"He was feeling me out by the time Karl came in. Scared him half to death."
Johnny said. "We trooped off to the managers office. Karl had closed the
store and we were alone. We did the "I'm going to turn you cock-suckers
into the cops" routine. I said we were just doing a little cock sucking,
and Karl said that was disgusting. I said "Don't knock it if you haven't
tried it.""

"That isn't the most original set up ever invented, is it?" I said.

"Hell no!" Karl said. "But if it works why change it?"

"Did it work?" I asked.

"Shit yes!" Johnny said. "I said this boy likes to suck cock. Karl pulls
his baby maker out and Alf falls in love for the second time in ten
minutes."

"There must be a first class, "A" number one cocksucker somewhere in Alf's
past. He was what Johnny calls a hoover mouth!" Karl said. "We got him
naked and he was sex crazed. There was nothing he didn't do or like having
done to him. He sucked us both off then we popped his cherry."

"It must have hurt like hell but he wanted a cock in his ass so bad it he
took it like a man."  Johnny said.  "Alf was whimpering and moaning by the
time Karl went in for the second time. He was begging us not to tell his
dad all the time. The combination of being terrified and in sexually
ecstasy is hard to describe. "

"I hate to admit this," Johnny said, " but I let him off the hook. I told
him we weren't turning him over to the police, it was just an act. I felt
sorry for him."

"So sorry that you let him take a prick trip in your ass." Karl said. "The
boy's meaty."

"He never looked that good in the shower room." I said.

"It's a grower.  Turns into a thick seven." Johnny said. "Not that I
noticed, of course!" Everyone laughed. "Once he started fucking he
relaxed. He had shot off before sucking Karl and he was a nice slow
fucker. And talkative too."

"He doesn't want to be a wrestler, he doesn't want to be an asshole." Karl
said. "He does want to please his father, and being an asshole and wrestler
is that way he thinks he can satisfy him. He's a sad kid. The sanctimonious
right-wing babble he spouts is for his dad."

"Does he realize that?" Julian asked.

"He's beginning too." Johnny said. "He doesn't want to hurt people, just
please his father. Billy and Calvin are OK to hurt, because he doesn't know
them. He's terrified of being gay. Afraid his father would kill him."

"My father was that way." Julian said. "I couldn't do anything to please
him. When I was 14, my Uncle took me aside and told me to stop trying. He'd
never be happy with anything done by any one other than himself. "You'll
drive yourself crazy trying to please him. It can't be done." He told me."

"That what we told him." Karl said. "And I think the feel of Johnny's
velvet lined love-tunnel rubbing on his cock did a lot of convincing!"

"Logic is one thing, your first spectacular sexual encounter is another."
Johnny said.

"Genital logic is hard to answer too." Karl said.

"You guys are fucking philosophers!" Julian said. "And I do mean fucking."

"Did you find out anything about their plans?" I asked.

"Not directly." Johnny said. "But Alf is having serious misgivings about
the whole thing. I suggested that he cool it and figure out what was really
going on. Karl also suggested that he drop by next week at closing time and
get some sex practice."

"I bet he liked that idea?" I said.

"Strange thing." Johnny said. "He seemed grateful that we wanted to fuck
him again. He thinks we are doing a favor for him."

"I think he wants to be accepted by men." Julian said. "If he can't please
his father, at least he can please you sex crazed maniacs!"

"And that he did."  Karl said. "As a mater of fact, there were a lot of
pleased guys in the room when Alf shot of for the second time." Johnny had
finished his drink and had stretched out in the easy chair.

"It's getting late guys." Johnny said.  "I was hoping for some instant
relaxation. An orgasm is the best sleeping potion."  We were all ready to
play. The conversation about Alf had been inspirational.  Karl looked
uncertain of what to do when Julian had begun to strip. He followed suit.

Johnny looked at me, and I knew he wanted me to play with Julian.  Karl was
unknown both to me and Julian, but as he dropped his clothes I knew we
would all know each other really well in another ten or fifteen minutes. He
was Julian's height, with curly hair on his head but a smooth muscular
body. Dressed he was dumpy, naked it was clear he worked out. He must have
shaved everything except his pubic bush, it was a thick forest of black
hair. His cock looked like a solid cylinder of flesh. Soft it was 4' long
and 2" wide.  It turned into a fuck tool the size and shape of a Budweiser
can.

There was no foreplay. Karl came, he saw and he sucked. He sucked all of us
as we stood arm and arm. I don't know how Karl did it but he served all
three of us and no one felt slighted. I pulled him up as I went down. Since
I was in the middle, I got to suck Karl's beer can. His head was coated in
precum already.  I worked a finger into Julian and Johnny's asses and hit
the bull's eye. I had one cock and two prostates under my control.

I would deep throat Karl and he would moan. As I pulled off of him I would
press the two prostates and Johnny and Julian would moan. The three men
were moaning and gasping for air rhythmically. I had been with Johnny and
Julian before and I realized that the combination of known quantities and a
new man, Karl was a perfect combination of familiar playmates with the
excitement of a new man.

"I need something more than a finger!" Julian gasped.

"I was feeling the same urge myself!" Johnny said. "Do you mind a double
fuck?" he asked.  It was a rhetorical question. I got Julian on his hands
and knees, for a doggy style mounting. Johnny slipped under Julian and
snagged his cock. Julian licked Johnny's oozing meat. Karl got a pillow off
the couch and shoved it under Johnny's ass so that he would have a better
angle for penetration. I had some lube out coated Karl and my cocks.


Julian and Johnny were 69ing while Karl got ready to screw Johnny spread
eagled and I prepared to screw Julian doggy style. There was no way for
Karl to ease in his solid cylinder of cock into Johnny's hole so he just
rammed it in all the way with his muscular thighs. He just held it there
with his bush shoved next to Johnny's ass until Johnny relaxed. Karl pulled
out half way and shoved again. At this point I rammed Julian and went deep
on the first thrust.

Julian moaned then he deep throated Johnny's cock.  For the next several
minutes we were mass of sucking and fucking men. I could feel Julian tense
up his orgasm began to build.

"He going to shoot!" I said. Julian moaned, or at least tried to. His mouth
was filled with Johnny's cock. Julian began to twitch and ejaculate. Johnny
had told me he could shoot whenever he wanted. I was sure this was a time
he wanted. Johnny popped. He and Julian traded cum. I knew he had never
taken Johnny's before and saw that he had no problem now. Karl pulled out
and I saw he was still fully erect.

We exchanged glances. He got on his hands and knees and wiggled his ass at
me. I pulled out of Julian and piped into Karl. His ass was tight and he
fought me. Once my cock head was through the sphincter, I went in deep. He
began to growl with a deep animal sound when my cock head hit his prostate.
He continued to fight my cock, his sphincter was almost like a cock ring,
trapping my dick in his chute. Karl gave a good ride as I pumped him. He
suddenly stopped, was still and squeezing my cock as hard as I had ever
felt.

Karl shuddered ever time he ejaculated, relaxing only after he was drained.
The contractions in his ass were enough to push me over the edge. Several
minutes later we were all resting on the floor.